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Maybe it was just her, but something felt off about the other. “What’s wrong?”

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Maybe it was just her, but something felt off about the other. “What’s wrong?”
[ text ] ; I’m making poor life decisions again. Tune in tomorrow to see how much I hate life.
From this meme
[text: eren] you definitely are if you’re texting me[text: eren] why don’t you just stop drinking and go to sleep?
” Once you’ve accepted your flaws, no one can use them against you. ”
Armin pulled his forehead back from Eren's shoulder and tried to keep himself from crying once again. Swallowing anxiously, he looked towards the taller male's face, biting at his lower lip with a soft, pained noise.
"Eren, you know that I'm never going to be able to... stop being insecure." Armin's voice was hoarse. It wasn't like he didn't want to accept the things that he hated about himself. He'd grown up with those insecurities, and they'd never done anything but make his life harder, particularly as people had found out about those very flaws and picked on him for them.
"You say it like it's easy. You say it like I'm going to wake up one day and magically be able to pretend that I don't wish I was taller and better at handling people and ---" He stopped himself and exhaled shakily, feeling tears start to leak from the corners of his eyes again. "You aren't going to be able to protect me. I know that. Telling me to accept them to protect myself is a great plan in theory, but I just..." Turning back towards Eren, he pressed his face into the other boy's chest, shivering. He'd had a lifetime to try and overcome his issues, and he still hadn't. Even if he trusted Eren with his life and more, he wasn't capable of taking the other's words and turning them into reality like that.
If only Eren hadn't walked in on that whole escapade between a couple of the basketball players and him. Although Armin was generally safe from the football situation because of Eren's status on the team, well... Cruelty wasn't something everyone grew out of in college.
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[ grows all the excess body hair ]
;; Whenever I see you again, if you have body hair, I will literally rip it from your flesh.
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The decision to return to a shorter hair style - a hair style he had worn more in his youth - hadn't been an easy one for Armin. He'd liked to wear his hair longer later in high school, and he style had carried over into his college years until his blonde locks had touched his shoulders. It had grown a pain in the ass lately, though; it was too long, too hard to manage, and thick as hell. Armin didn't like to do more than brush it and pull the top of his hair up and away from his face, and it had needed more than that recently. So, with that in mind, he'd decided to cut it like he used to wear - even shorter, actually, shorter than the bob he'd frequented in his childhood. It'd been scary to think about it (and to say he hadn't heard the taunts of 'coconut head' echoing in his mind was a lie), but he'd gone for it.
When he got back to the apartment, he immediately stopped in front of the door and began to feel anxious about it. Opening his phone and the front camera, he inspects the haircut. The hairstylist had left his usual bangs so that they brushed his eyes, but she'd also suggested that he swoop them back in a quiff if he wanted to look more adult; the sides were still a little long, longer than the average boy's hairstyle, but -- but --- It didn't...
Just as the insecurity about the new haircut begins to swallow him, someone walks into the hall, and Armin spooks. Shutting his phone off, he pockets it and steps into the apartment instead. As dramatic as it sounds, closing the apartment door behind him feels shockingly final.
As soon as Eren's eyes land on him, the other boy pays him a compliment, and Armin's cheeks ruddy with it. "You're sure?" He mumbles, touching the shorter strands unsurely and brushing the newly-trimmed bangs away from his eyebrows. Before he has the chance to say what he doesn't like about it, Eren moves from the couch to greet him at the door, wrapping him in a hug. Armin flushes and drops his messenger bag to the floor with a soft thump, leaning into Eren as he kisses him on the cheek.
"You don't think it looks dumb? Or stupid? I know those mean the same thing, but humor me a little here."
' brush '
; SEND ME ❛ BRUSH ❜ FOR MY CHARACTER’S REACTION TO YOUR CHARACTER RUNNING THEIR FINGERS THROUGH MY CHARACTER’S HAIR.
Armin sags back against Eren's chest, situated between his boyfriend's legs and half-asleep as the other cards his fingers through his hair. He knows that Eren isn't doing what Armin asked to do, but that's alright, because Armin would much rather the other male touch and pull on his hair than put it back into a half-pony, as Armin had requested. Considering that Armin had broken a bone in his right forearm, he isn't exactly able to do it himself... So he's reliant on Eren to do it.
Eren's attention span isn't exactly great, but Armin is in no rush. With his dominant hand broken, there isn't a ton he could get done. It's actually been a little nice to be the one taken care of, for once; typically, it was the other way around. Eren was always the one to get injured, not Armin. Armin had tried to be independent about it, tried to get everything done that he usually did, but... Well, getting hit by someone who wasn't paying attention as they rode their bike on a campus sidewalk (illegal, by the way), had its plusses, that of which was primarily that Eren taking care of him was a beautiful change of pace.
"Mmm... Eren, pretty sure that's not... pullin' my hair back.." Armin mumbles, feeling sleepy and wonderfully content as Eren's nails scratch across his scalp and work their way through the rest of his hair. The complaining is half-hearted at best, and Armin lets his head loll back a little more with a particularly soothing touch.
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