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     He's silent and still as he looks at his untouched cup of tea, looking out the window every now and then to avoid talking to me. Neither of us have the courage to rip the quietness open and spill all our thoughts into the empty room, so all we do is sit there and think to ourselves. My throat burns as I swallow my screaming words, my stomach churning and twisting so that nothing disturbs the thin stillness. He finally drinks the tea in his hands and my lungs release a silent but inpatient breath. I follow his lead and drink, but the soothing liquid fails to unravel my stomach of uneasiness, and the knot inside of me finally snaps. My wo

     The slow atmosphere in the room is a scarce feeling to soldiers in the Survey Corps. There are hardly any moments of true calmness within this branch of the military, but when the peaceful silence slows and finds a spot to rest it stays in the air for a while, which is always a good thing. You should be eating with the others at this point in the night, but the stillness you feel in Armin's care is better than any meal.     His body is warm and his voice sings the lyrics of poems into your ears intimately. He reads them to you in such a tranquil voice that it almost puts you to sleep. You follow his words and cling to everything he say

     Having the sun so high in the sky not only makes things hot, but it also makes it a perfect day to go outside. Dressed in light clothing (Name) and Armin walk to the park and plan to enjoy the evening without any interruptions. The stroll is short but once they get there (Name) decides to have some fun.     “Armin,” (Name) calls out.     “Hmm?”     “The floor is lava.”     Armin's confusion brings a smile to the (h/c) haired girl, and when she snickers under her breath she realizes now how much fun this was going to be.     “I don't understand,” Armin says.     “The floor

This is a situation that both the Reader and Armin are old enough to be together. ~·~·~·~·~·~·     The light and careful tapping grow louder in my ears as my body begins to wake up, and I can finally feel the irritating rays of the morning sun on my eyes. I refuse to listen to the birds outside and curl into the sheets that remain warm after a night of wrestling in between them, leaving me with the precise taps that continue from behind me. The bed shifts and whistles of paper ring lightly in the air followed by light sounds of scribbling. The insufferable sounds continue for a while until I can no longer igno

     The gentle flutter of butterflies inside of you, as time passes, has turned into a hurricane of stress. You've read the paper millions of times, changing the wording and even rewriting the sappy thing. You constantly got up from the sad corner of your bed to pace around only to sit back down again, anxiety running through your veins. The confession has to be perfect! Armin, being the brightest and most charming person in the world, deserves nothing but the finest decleration of love. No matter how much you worked on the small paragraph, you feel like it isn't enough. So, why not ask for help?     Dashing to your phone you called Mikasa

     The thin coat of cotton has never felt so good after a sweet and relaxing shower. Your refreshed skin falls in love with the warmth of the bed and lulls you into relaxation. Breathing in the cold air of the dark room, you nuzzle into the cool pillow and take in the stillness with a deep sigh. An arm cloaks around your torso and brings a lukewarm body up against your back, his breath sweeping the back of your neck. A smile graces your lips as you snuggle into the familiar body and twist into his embrace, cuddling into his neck.     “Your hair smells really nice,” Armin whispers as he kisses the top of your head. You giggle

A request from Wolfjesyo (https://www.deviantart.com/wolfjesyo) ~.~.~.~    The palpitating beat of loud music has everything dancing in a rhythmic pulse, draining every bit of your energy as the music picks up with a deafening chorus of various instruments that leaks out of the towering speakers. The movement of bodies becomes tight and the heat makes their skin glow under the dim lighting. You can hardly breathe under the thick blanket of smoke and the strong smell of alcohol, and you could pretty much taste every concoction that sat at every table around the small house. Just watching everyone move around made you sleepy, and you hardly know anyone here. Only some faces are

       The radiant heat of the air around you is thick and uncomfortable, the sheets making your skin itch. It’s dark, and the only source of light in the room is the moon that shines softly despite your constant turning and annoyed groans into a pillow that’s far too warm to sleep on. You watch your partner beside you and sigh, wishing to know his secret technique against the hot summer night.       Armin sleeps before you, his hair in a small messy ponytail that shines against the white light of the moon, or perhaps it’s because of the sweat rolling down his forehead. He breathes in deeply and exhales softly as if heR