armin arlert x reader
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"i don't want to talk to just 'someone', i want to talk to you."
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after transferring from marley college to paradis university, you are stuck between a rock and a hard place, trying to deal with your obnoxiously...
(slight SLIGHT nsfw warning... we used to pray for times like these)
Cold air brushed against your ears as you stood before the massive wooden cabin, dusted in ivory snow. The pine trees surrounding the home were covered in snow, and the flurries fell rapidly around you.
The car ride had been long. With the heaters on full blast, you sat in the backseat of Armin's car, sandwiched between Connie and Mikasa, your head resting on Mikasa's shoulder as the three of you napped for the four-hour drive.
Built just outside of the ski town of Maria was the estate, surrounded by acres of land that Historia swore weren't haunted, but you weren't entirely convinced. The slopes were a short walk down the winding road to the cabin.
The lodge was made of dark wood, with terraces and vast windows, giving you a peek into the warmly lit house from where you stood at the top of the driveway, waiting for Armin and Eren to get the last of the bags from the car.
Mikasa stood next to you, taking in the terrain.
"This is absurd," She remarked, leaning into you for warmth. Her soft black hair brushed your face, and her red scarf whipped in the wind. "Sometime's I forget she's fucking loaded."
You hummed in agreement, still trying to shake off the sleep tainting your mind. Historia was filthy rich; her parents founded one of the biggest grocery chains in the nation, and she was reaping the benefits.
You felt a pair of arms around your shoulders, and for a second, thought it was Armin, until you smelled pine and turf instead of the usual mint.
"Hey, Jean," You said, touching the forearm covering your collarbones. His touch was strangely comforting. He must have arrived with Sasha and Niccolo a few moments ago.
