Chapter 10 (Extra)

Somehow, you fell asleep again for about 30 minutes, Armin had his hands wrapped around your waist, it was quiet for now, but it didn't last long. At all.The smell hit you first.Burnt toast. Like, criminally burnt. Like, "someone's making charcoal with a side of eggs" burnt. Then you heard it, it was coming from the hallway. Everything was too loud. Someone was yelling about socks.

"WHOSE SOCK IS THIS? IT'S CRUNCHY."

Yeah. You were still at Eren's cousin's place.

Armin was curled around you like a human space heater, one arm around your waist, mouth smushed against your shoulder. He kind of snored in his sleep. 

You laid there for another second, debating the pros and cons of never moving again, before your stomach growled in betrayal. "Rude," you muttered, dragging yourself upright.

Armin groaned softly and cracked one eye open. "...Morning?"

You patted his hair. "Sort of." He blinked up at you, confused, hair mashed to one side of his face. "...Did someone say crunchy sock?"

"Unfortunately, yes."

He groaned and faceplanted back into the pillow. "This house is cursed."

You eventually rolled out of bed and into a shirt that may or may not have belonged to you, probably Eren's, based on the smell of Dior Sauvage and unresolved trauma. The hallway was even worse than anticipated. There was a trail of half-eaten pizza slices leading to the kitchen, which now contained Jean wearing two different socks and arguing with everyone, Mikasa, cleaning again, aggressively. Sasha, sitting on the counter eating probably cold spaghetti. Reiner, wrapped in a blanket murmuring something, his eyes red probably from smoking weed and Eren. Shirtless, singing "I Want It That Way" while flipping pancakes and probably posting another instagram story on his close friends since he was glued to that damn phone.

You froze for a moment because it was a lot to process. "Am I hallucinating?. I swear i didn't smoke shit"

Jean pointed a spatula at you. "Join the club. I just ordered something online." he said pretty proud of himself.

"A horse mask" Reiner and Eren said at the same time.

"...uh what?" Armin said, still sleepy.

"A fucking horse mask" Eren repeated then it was immediately interrupted by Jean. That joke never got old.

"Shut the fuck up or you're not getting any food you losers"

"Are those pancakes?" Armin asked, not even minding Jean that was visibly offended, but probably not really. He was proud when a girl he hooked up with called him 'the stallion' but the truth was that no girl called him that.

Eren spun around dramatically. "They are hangover pancakes. You're welcome."

"They're burnt and you didn't add sugar." Mikasa muttered.

"They have love in them so they're safe to eat. I guess. Don't blame me if someone's gonna shit his pants later" Eren corrected, flipping one that audibly crunched when it landed.

"You're horrible at cooking" Mikasa said, making a weird face as she looked into the pan.

"Thats why you love me" 

"Don't start" she murmured back at him, though i knew she wasn't actually mad. They were cute like this together.

Reiner grunted from his chair. "I had a dream that I was in college, smoking weed"

"Dude... that's your life" Connie said as he just spawned from the bathroom, his shirt wet. Didn't even wanted to know why because I knew i wouldn't like the answer anyway.

"I fucking hate my fucking life" Reiner said looking up and exhaled. It was the weed, he would go back to normal in a few hours hopefully less depressed and more like 'lets smoke again' kind of vibe.

"Where's Ymir and Historia?" You asked, and it was probably the most normal question asked that day.

"They went home" Sasha said with a freaky smile on her face

Jean glared at the toaster. "Why won't this bastard cooperate?"

"Because you're not supposed to put a that and a fork in at the same time," Mikasa snapped, probably being the only reasonable one and the only sober one from everyone.

You leaned against the doorway, overwhelmed but deeply entertained. Armin came to stand beside you, shoulder brushing yours. He had that soft morning look again, hoodie slightly messy, sleepy and real.

You glanced up at him. "We're not surviving another day of this."

"Nope.Let's run away."

He smiled. "Coffee first?"

"Always."

You were halfway out the door when Sasha called, no, she yelled. "WHERE ARE YOU GOING?"

"Out!" you yelled back.

"To be normal," Armin added.

Jean shouted after you, "Bring me an iced coffee or I swear to god I'll send the sock to your house!"

You made it to the street alive. Barely. You ended up at this tiny cafe downtown with flickering fairy lights and the world's most questionable playlist, still It was perfect, because it was with him.

"I can't believe I called Levi 'dad,'" Armin said suddenly, staring into his drink like it could erase the shame from last night.

"You also cried when he refused to hug you."

"I was emotionally vulnerable!"

You snorted into your latte. "You also told me you loved me."

He went quiet for a second, then looked at you. "I meant that part."

You set your drink down. "Good. 'Cause I meant it too."

He smiled and nudged your foot under the table. "You still mean it? Even after seeing me try to do karaoke?"

"You murdered that Shinzou Sasageyo. In cold blood."

"But you still love me?"

You rolled your eyes, grinning. "Unfortunately."

He reached across the table and laced your fingers with his, thumb brushing the back of your hand like he couldn't help it. "So what now? We go back and help Jean fight the toaster?"

You shook your head. "Nah... Do you want to get out of here?"

He raised an eyebrow "So that's how it is"

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Ugh next chapter's gonna be good (I guess) I always thought i'd never finish this but i want to and i also don't like to let things hanging like that SO I WILL BE BACK. Thank you to all of you who are idk liking and reading this. Much love <3