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armingelion:

Armin looks at Jean like he doesn’t know what to make of him. It isn’t every day that neighbors turn up at his door asking how he’s been. The people around him are more or less friendly, but he doesn’t know any of them like that. Jean’s no different. Just an acquaintance who occasionally dropped by with a noise complaint. Come to think of it, he hasn’t done that for a while now. One month, three days. Another painful squeeze from beneath Armin’s ribs.

“I’m–” Terrible. Horrible. Did you know having your heart broken actually physically hurts? Because I didn’t. “–fine. And yourself..?”

He’s trying to be subtle about the fact that he’s looking Jean over with an air of scrutiny when he feels something glide between his ankles and glances down in time to see his big, orange tom cat come sauntering out of his apartment. Straight to Jean. It weaves around his neighbor’s legs, and Armin’s taken aback. Archimedes is never this friendly.

“Ah– sorry. He doesn’t normally take to people like that. You’re not allergic, are you?”

Jean shifts his weight from his left foot to his right, trying to seem casual. He’s unsure as to what to do with his hands, so he stuffs them in his jean pockets. “Oh that’s-” Awful. He can see pain clearly displayed in the blonde's delicate facial features. Jean wants to reach out and hug him, which is a new and strange instinct for him to have. There aren’t many people Jean wants to touch let alone hug. “Good. Yeah, I’m good.”

He feels a pressure on the inside of his leg and jumps a little at the sensation. “Ah, o-oh” he says looking down. A very large orange cat with a pushed in face is rubbing its chin on Jeans shoes. Never really having been one for cats he hesitantly reaches down to scratch between it’s ears, hoping that’s the right thing to do. The fur is soft, yet seems to crunch in places. “What kind of, uh... cat?” he scrunches his nose getting a closer look at the bug-eyed furball. There’s a spot of drool on his shoe where the animal was rubbing it’s face. “Like what breed is he?”

#armingelion #;v: undetermined #( Oh boy oh boy.#their first interaction )

armingelion:

Loss is an inevitable part of life, Armin’s come to realize. He’s been unfortunate enough to lose a number of things in his twenty-some-odd years– his parents and beloved grandfather among them– but watching Eren walk out on him? That was a different kind of loss. Where his family had no choice but to go, Eren made a conscious decision to leave. Where his family had no way of coming back, Eren chose to disappear, and without any explanation beyond ‘I think we should see other people’.

The first week was the hardest. Eren was a constant in Armin’s life from the age of five. Not having him there was painful and strange. Knowing he was somewhere in the world, pointedly avoiding him, made it difficult to breathe. But Armin knew Eren, and he would come back. He would.

One month and three days later, Armin hasn’t even received a phone call.

He’s curled up on the couch, only half watching the National Geographic documentary on his television. His cell phone sits on the arm rest, and every few moments he picks it up and stares at the lock screen hoping for some notification to pop up. Nothing. He puts it down. Sighs. Repeats. Makes a mental note that he’s being ridiculous. And then the knocking starts, and he goes rigid in his seat. He wasn’t expecting company.

Armin stares at the door in the silence that follows, wondering if he’d imagined it. Maybe there isn’t anyone there. Maybe he’s going crazy. It really wouldn’t surprise him that much if he was. The quiet stretches on for what seems like an eternity, the only sound coming from the t.v., and then he hears it again, clear as day– knock, knock, knock. A thought crosses his mind: what if it’s Eren?

He gets up, takes a few steps toward the door, stops. It’s funny. All this time he’s wanted nothing more than for Eren to come home, and now that there’s a possibility it’s him on the other side of the door, he hesitates. If it is Eren– and he’s already convinced himself it is– what’s he supposed to say? He can’t just welcome him back like nothing happened. They need to talk. Armin needs an explanation.

Several minutes pass in which Armin paces to and fro in front of the door, struggling with his thoughts, and when he finally reaches a decision and pulls the door open, his heart sinks. It isn’t Eren standing there, it’s Jean. His neighbor from the floor below.

“Oh– Jean, I… I’m sorry. Are we–” He cuts himself off, frowns. The words that fell out were automatic, a conditioned response to finding Jean in his doorway. Another reminder that makes his chest ache. “I mean, is my t.v. too loud or… something?”

Jean had rehearsed how this meeting was going to go, in his head, for the last three days. As the door opens he stands there, arms limply dangling at his sides, unable to speak. Usually he’d come up here to complain, but today that was not the case. “Hi, oh uh...” He fumbles around in his own head trying to find the right words.

I haven't seen you smile in weeks. There’s no noise coming from up here anymore. You don’t say hello when we pass anymore; All the things Jean wants to say but doesn't. “No, it’s - that's not... I actually just wanted to see how you were doing?” It sounds more like a question then a statement, but says the words he’d come here to say. Is it unusual that he’s stopping by Armin’s apartment for a social call? Sure, they’re not exactly what you’d call friends. Does he care? Not really.

#armingelion #short reply is short but yes #here we are!#;v: undetermined

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Startled by the sudden movement, Armin scrambles backward and nearly takes a tumble off the other side of the bed. He teeters on the edge as Jean draws close, officially wide awake. “ Jean, what in the world..? ”

He doesn’t care if this is weird or strange or uncomfortable. He’s scared. Scared of their new barracks, scared of strange noises, scared of the dark. “I’m sorry.” He says quickly, getting as close to his friend as possible. “It’s just, I’m not scared but-” he can’t lie. “Okay I’m scared. But like, this isn’t weird okay?” It’s weird. What the fuck am I doing? “I-I can leave...In a second.”

#armingelion #v; undetermined #HES SORRY OK

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“ A noise? ” He rolls over to face Jean, whose bunk is parallel to his. “ Could’ve been the wind. Or mice, maybe. This building’s pretty old. ”

“Maybe, I guess.” he grumbles. He can barely see Armin on the bunk across from his. The floor above them seems to creak. Jean Jumps up, throwing his blankets off of himself. Cold feet hit the concrete floor, and it feels like an electric shock jumps up through his legs. “Move over.” He whispers, helping himself into the blonde's bed.

#armingelion

armingelion:

“ Mm. ” Barely. “ Everything okay? ”

“I-I heard a noise.” Jean whispers, feeling a little silly. “Now I can’t sleep.”

#armingelion #;v: undetermined

@armingelion

“Psst, Armin, are you awake?”

#armingelion #short

daddyschlongleg

#Erejean #jean kirstein #eren jeager

#I'm just in the mood to write some stuff #and some things #so if anyones looking to plot #im your man #come bother me #;tbd

maewine-blog

some random AUs for you:

“I’m camping and got up to pee in the middle of the night, but I think I heard a bear and dove back into my tent – oh wait, this isn’t my tent ???” au

“we dated online and the breakup was terrible for both of us and now it’s been 3 years and we haven’t spoken but we’re both on vacation at the same place at the same time and you’re in the hotel room next to mine” au

“you were choking at a restaurant and I’m the only one in this place who knows the heimlich maneuver” au

“I accidentally got on the wrong greyhound bus but I don’t want to get off because talking to you is the most fun I’ve had in weeks” au

“this is my lame cousin’s wedding and I’m the last unmarried one and you’re bar-tending so just keep the drinks coming while I tell you about my failed love life” au

#Oh God that second one #I thrive on drama au's gimmie that heartbreak shit #;wish

arteriuss

Ackermans + toilet jokes

39-owari

My hand jearmin’d again oop

I need to stop doodling these nerds…

#jearmin #jean kirstein #armin arlert #;Vous et nul autre

mcttdaddyrios-deactivated201711

omg but a plot based on one of those craigslist ads like muse a is someone coming home from college for the holidays and their parents are pissing them off w “when are u bringing back a girl/boy?????” and theyve always been really good and innocnet muse b is this bad boy/girl persona whos a lil older that needs a lil extra cash for whatever and puts this ad on craigslist like “hey if u need someone to piss off ur parents for the holidays im ur man” with a list of things theyll do and muse a ends up contacting them and they actually hit it off really well when muse b is completely shocking muse a’s parents and then its like hey this is fun i’ll hire you again for new years oops the new years kiss wasn’t planned oops neither was the sex oops

#;wish #omg #I could get in on this

@armingelion

Jean Kirstein loved his new apartment. High ceilings, lots of windows, brand new appliances, and hardwood floors- it was everything he wanted in his own place. He furnished it with black leather sofas and darkly stained wood tables. It was truly a paradise for this young bachelor, customized to his every whim and need.

The only problem with the place was its neighbors. Not all of them, of course. The people across the hall seemed nice enough, and the older gentlemen that lived downstairs always kept to himself.

Upstairs.

Upstairs was the problem.

People laughing, stomping, playing music, bed squeaking, at all hours of the night. It always sounded like they were having parties or moving furniture. When Jean found out it was just two guys, a couple, he almost lost it. How can two people be so god damn noisey? he thought one night as he was laying in bed. The alarm clock on his bedside table read 12:04AM. He had to be up for work at 5:00AM

That was the first time Jean went up to complain, and it was certainly not the last. Three, four, sometimes even five nights a week he would go up to bother the couple. Usually a small blonde, who introduced himself as Armin, would answer the door and apologize. The noise would usually stop for the night after that. But when that other one, the brunet would answer? Those would be the nights Jean would get no sleep. Bothering his neighbors became ritual. An annoying, pain in the ass ritual.

It was after months of expecting to have to haul his butt upstairs in the middle of the night that Jean noticed the quiet. It came so abruptly, and never left. One day of peace and quiet turned into a week, which turned into a month, which turned into worry for the young man. He realized that, in the halls, at the mailbox, and on the street outside the apartment, he only ever saw the blonde, and when he did see him, he seemed...off. The brunette seemed to disappear without a trace, along with all the noise. Not that Jean was complaining, he was just a concerned neighbor, or so he told himself.

It was one Friday evening around 7PM that Jean decided he needed to know what was going on. Why was Armin moping around all the time, and where did all that sound go? He found himself knocking on his neighbor's door, much earlier in the evening then he ever had before. What he was expecting is anyone's guess, but for some reason he had to know the blonde was okay. Knuckles rap on hard wood for what seems like forever, but he hears someone inside. He knows he’s there.

#;verse tbd #god im sorry this is so long #but yeah here we are #also I couldnt think of a verse name so we'll figure that one out.#but ye #here i is!