#submissivearmin

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All Armin could feel at the moment was fury. He had spent countless days, even weeks on this project even going as far as messing up his sleeping schedule in order to get the details just as perfect and accurate as he could.

Unbelievable.  How does that even happen? Who loses an entire project and blames it on the student ? Armin's cheek flush in frustration, hands tugging at his blond locks, anger quickly clouding his head.

He was so relieved and proud when he finished his project, believing it was one of his best ones yet. Earlier today his professor called him into his office to tell him that they have lost his project and that he would have to redo the entire thing

He couldn't. No …..He wouldn't . He won't redo the project at the expense of his health. Right now all he needed was a drink.

Shot after shot after shot of vodka , until any trace of madness had left his body and instead replaced with intoxication. His small frame was slumped over the bar counter, forehead on the cold smooth material of  wood, a contrast to his warm, flushed cheeks.

“ Another shot please “ he signalled to the bartender, words slurring slightly,  not even bothering to lift his head up

The bartender gave armin a dirty look as he refilled the tiny cup, pushing it towards him. He immediately chugs it down with no hesitation, eyes crinkling at the burning tingling sensation at the back of his throat.

Relief. His mind was empty as he savored the drink. What time is it ?I should probably head home , he thought, hands reaching for his bag, standing up from the stool he was previously sitting on.

 Immediately the pounding in his head threw off his balance, his knees buckling, stumbling. His hand flew to his head to help the pain of the ache.

Somehow he managed to stumble his way out of the bar and into the streets, the lights blinding making him even more disoriented . “oww” he whimpered out, eyes closing  as he reached into his bag, fingers searching for his phone

“What the-'' where's the phone? He brought it right ? How is he supposed to call an uber without a phone ? in his panicked state he didn't hear the footsteps approaching him

“A pretty girl like you shouldnt be out alone at this time, especially in the streets “ a hearty deep voice called out to him

Armin narrowed his eyes at his words . Did he just refer to him as a girl? looking up to the man, armin tries to give him the best glare he could muster up  

“ i'm not a girl “ he lightly mumbled,  “leave me alone “he hiccups right after , hands still searching for his phone

“Aww don't be like that sweetheart” the man cooed, placing a hand on armins wrist, preventing him from moving. “ Here,  why don't I take you home with me and I'll take care of you. Can't have a pretty thing like you all alone “ he smirked, now pulling at both of his wrists.

Armin thrashed in his hold, his wrists hurting from the amount of pressure being applied. “I don't even know you “ his head pounding even more.

 Why can't this man just leave him alone? All he wants to do is snuggle into his warm blanket. “ leave me alone” he struggles even more , hiccupping as the man now is trying to pull him towards his chest.

“Don't worry darling, I know just the thing to help you, “ the man sneers as he runs a finger down Armins chest, his mouth watering. Armin flinches at the contact , he doesn't want the mans touch anywhere near him.

“I SAID LEAVE ME ALONE “ he yells, managing to free one of his arms from the man's hold. Stumbling back into the wall .

 He takes a look at his wrist and he can see that they have turned red, feeling sore . He hiccups again, desperately wishing the man would leave him alone

“Ahhh a feisty one i see” the man slightly taken aback from the sudden shout, eyebrows raising in delight “ i know just exactly what to do with your kind “ walking towards the shaking pale boy, effectively cornering him against the brick wall

What does someone do in this situation? What can he do ? thought armin, his head pounding from all the liquor , not thinking clearly. He just wants to go home . armin sniffles as yet again the man takes his wrists into his hold, too weak to fight back

wait ….. The man's hands are right in front of him ……

“AHHHHHHHH” the man shouts as he brings his hand to his chest, teeth marks evident on his skin “ YOU LITTLE BITCH! I TRIED TO PLAY NICE BUT YOU JUST FUCKING BIT ME !” His face red , disgust displaying on his features.

He lifts his hand and the sudden sound of a thud resides in the quiet street, echoing through the empty space.

Pale blue eyes tearing, his body shaking so much from the cold and the pain, he hiccups as he lifts his head to see a sudden fist swinging at the mans grinning cheek , catching him off guard knocking him to the ground, the heavy man crashing roughly into the concrete

Armin's legs gave out, knees meeting the cold rough concrete, hand raising to his cheek, eyes watering at the pain.  Was he just slapped ? How did he even end up in this situation? What is that liquid on his cheek¿

Armin could barely make out the figure of his hero, as the events happening in front of him seem to unfold so quickly, eyes hazy as they adjust to the scene. Who is this person ?

“ HE SAID TO LEAVE HIM ALONE” a voice shouts out as the heavy man's face is being beaten up to the point of no return, blood coming out of everywhere  “ YOU BASTARD ! “  the man can only twitch as the mysterious person fist keep coming into contact at every point of his body

Armin is sure the man's nose is broken, purple and reddish hues already starting to form on his face, blood splattering out of his mouth as the girl in front of him kicks him in his stomach, heavy boots furthering the damage potential.

A sliver glint catching his eyes, leading his eyes to her hands, rings adorning each finger , blood now staining almost all of them . 

He cringes at the thought of being hit that hard, the girl clearly having strength , the rings only adding  to the punches.

The man sputters out more blood, staining the concrete, as the girl gives a final kick to his back, his body beaten to a bloody pulp.

“ Don't you ever try to harass anyone again , you dick “ she spits out, voice venom laced, eyes glaring down at him.

Armin hears the faint thud of the heavy boots approaching him, a body crouching down to his level,  a finger gently lifting his chin up, eyes meeting soft ones.

“ Are you okay ?

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You sigh as you tap your boots on the linoleum floors, fingers readjusting your rings on your fingers. How long does it take for someone to take a shit ? God damn it's been over fifteen minutes already

Your hand pounds at the bathroom door “ Eren ! “ you call out “ Hurry the fuck up!” at this point you were considering abandoning him, clearly not in the mood to wait .

“ Give me a damn minute! I'm almost done ! '' a displeased  voice calls through the door . you roll your eyes at his response, having heard that exact same thing just minutes ago.

You should’ve never brought him to a mexican restaurant, the man clearly not being able to handle some beans. Talk about being weak

“Meet me outside when you're done “ you say only hearing a grunt in response, signalling your exit. The cold wind immediately hits you as you open the door , cheeks stinging as you pull at your jacket , glad at having brought one.

Your hand reaches into your pocket pulling out a box of cigarettes, looking for your lighter.

You place a death stick onto your ringed digits, quickly lighting it up and bringing it up to your lips, inhaling slowly .

You only allow yourself to smoke when you're having a stressful day or something like that. The sight of you with cigarettes is a rare sight .

 What a shitty day you had today. You are glad that going out to eat with Eren cheered you up a bit .

You softly exhale the grey smoke into the air, grinning, content in watching the smoke from a thin stream as it dissolves into the air. You were about to bring the cigarette up to your lips again until you heard a shout .

You know it's a bad habit and that you should stop but it's not like you smoke a pack a day.

 Your eyes narrowed, mouth frowning at the noise. What the hell? Another shout erupts , a yell following shortly . That voice……you could hear just the faintest slurring of words .

Your eyes widen at the realization, dropping your cigarette onto the floor, boot smoldering it out heading toward the noise.

Your feet quickly guide you to the commotion, rounding up the corner when a loud slap rings throughout the street

You see a pale, blond boy with his hand on his cheek, on the ground shaking. You quickly look at the man who caused his pain, grinning down at the defenseless boy and that's when you snapped.

You could only feel rage as you kept hitting him on the face, chest, neck ,everywhere you could, eyes glaring down at him, only the sight of blood greeting you.

You didn't even know you hit the man until you felt a burning sensation on your fist.

you kicked him one more time in the back before leaving the bloody pulp of the man alone . God, your hand is stinging so much . 

you take a look at your knuckles and they are for sure busted, red and bloody along with your rings. Tch ,  Damn bitch got blood all over my rings.

You wipe your hand on your shirt before approaching the small boy. His body shaking violently, his whimpering and soft crying pulling at your heart.

You didn't stop . You couldn't. What kind of piece of shit tries to take advantage of a drunk person ? And to even go as far as hitting them ?

 You crouch in front of him, hand gently bringing his head up to meet your eyes with his

You take a look at his cheek, and notice how red, almost blistered the skin is , a portion of his lip busted open, some blood trailing on his face.

In the most gentle voice you could muster you ask  “ Are you okay ?”

Upon hearing these words the boy starts full on crying, sobs racking over his frame. His head shaking to the side repeatedly, lack of breath causing him to wheeze.

You reach for his hands, holding them gently, rubbing your thumb on the back of his palm “Hey, hey don't cry, the man can't hurt you anymore, i'm not even sure he can stand up “ 

He looks into your eyes again and he can see the sincerity behind your words, you're not going to hurt him , he's safe now .

 The boys crying seem to ease down at these words “ Don't worry he wont do anything to you, i got you, you're safe” You feel so bad for the boy.

 His wrists are just as red too, that shit excuse of the man clearly planning on doing something to him.

He was probably just going out for a drink and now he's in this shit of a current situation.

 He sighs a breath of relief, crying easing up , lifting up his hand to wipe off his tears but noticing them in the grasp of your hands. His eyes trial down to blood on your knuckles and he feels bad. That must've hurt.

You only give him a smile “ Dont worry about it “ you start to get up, your hands still intertwined with his, “Think you can get up?

The boy nods slightly and attempts to lift himself up, his knees instantly buckling and sending him tumbling down .

you wince upon seeing this, gently placing an arm around his waist, putting his arm around your neck as you pull him up, clearly not being able to walk steadily with his legs

“Thank you “ he hiccups out, teary blue eyes meeting yours . He has really pretty eyes you notice, like a pastel version of blue , somewhat resembling the beginning of the ocean.

 Both of you begin to slowly walk  towards the store Eren was at. The boy only slightly stumbling  on his feet

“Ohh i almost forgot to tell you my name ! im (your name) ! what's yours? “  you mentally slap yourself. How did you forget to tell him that? You only hope he wasn't weirded out by some nameless stranger helping him

The boy slightly stirs in your hold “ m’names armin “ he mumbles, words slurring slightly, his head hanging down, eyes staring at the pavement.

That's a pretty name you think, smiling slightly “ well armin ...  we’ ll need to get your wounds bandaged up, i have some medical supplies at home, after that i can take you home . How does that sound ? Only if you're comfortable with it that is '' you ask, not wanting to creep him out

The wind rustles as you look down at him,  waiting for his response ,when you notice his body shivering, his arms wrapped around himself trying to preserve his body heat.

 How did he manage to go out for a drink so unprepared ? No phone or a jacket ? was he really that unprepared ?

 Shit, has he been shivering this whole time? Your so stupid , here you are with you jacket meanwhile hes freezing his ass off. Damn how inconsiderate were you?

Armin shivers, the wind attacking his face, nose red , cheeks stinging even more , the assault and the cold combined .

The feeling of warm fabric draping around his shoulders pulls him out of his thoughts. He looks up to see you properly bundling him up in your jacket, pulling and zipping it up for him.

The jacket is incredibly warm , snuggling into it , reminding him of his blanket at home.  He catches a whiff of the fabric ,coconut and clean linen and a hint of cologne, you smell nice.

You chuckle lightly at the sight of him in your jacket. The jacket clearly being too big for him, hanging down to his thighs, armin snuggling further into the warm fabric.

You just realized how truly small he is, the top of his head just barely reaching your chin.

“What about you ? his gentle voice asks, words slurring the slightest , cheeks flushed as he leans into your chest, your hand still around his waist. Wow you're really warm he thought

“ ahh im not even cold , i'll be fine “ you lie straight out of your teeth. Truth be told it's actually pretty cold today , even for you but the boy needs it even more than you do. Its nothing you can't handle

Armin could tell you were lying but he didn't want to give the only source of warmth back so he just kept quiet, footsteps matching yours as you guys kept walking

As you approach the store you see the silhouette of a tall man, facing towards his back “ Eren! “ you call out . The said man turns aroundl his phone in his hand, mad features evident on his face, but a moment of relief flashed when he saw you  

“ WHERE THE FUCK WHERE YOU ? YOU CAN'T JUST DISAPPEAR AND NOT ANSWER MY CALLS!  You wince at his voice, the sudden loudness making your ears ring, the boy next to you startled as well.

As if just noticing his presence , Eren looks over to the boy and notices the state he was in.

 His injuries along with the way he was swaying and stumbling. Who's this? Why is he Injured? Do you know him ? Why is your jacket on him?  thoughts swirling in his head, confusion evident on his face.

He looks towards you and catches a sight of dried blood on your hands , mostly on your knuckles. You notice his line of sight and quickly try to move you hand away 

You hold out your hand “ im fine i just needed to take care of something real quick” you motion your head towards the boy at your side .

 “ don't tell me you- “ he starts, his eyes looking towards yours, disbelief written all over them.

“It was nothing! Look i'm not the one injured. can you help him ? he looks at you still not believing you, ignoring your question as he quips his head toward the blonde boy, eyes narrowed 

 “Who even is he ?”

Armin ears hurt, the sudden loud noise coming from the man next to you irritating him. When you spoke to him your voice was gentle as could be and quiet compared to the loud voice of this man .

You sigh “ hes drunk and he was being harassed by a man and then things got a little violent, so i took care of it . look forgot about me,  i need to patch up his wounds, will you help? "

you try to emphasize the word a little , so he doesn’t badger you about it any further.

Green eyes still glaring at you, “ fine, cmon lets go then, it's getting too late for us to be out. “ he joins your side other side , walking with you in silence

His stomach hurt. How much did he drink? Did he forget that he's a lightweight ? why'd he choose vodka out of everything ?

He could feel his stomach churning and twisting inside him, the alcohol consumed wreaking havoc on his body , groaning at the feeling. God he felt like shit. His eyes winced as he felt something threatening to rise up out of his throat.

Oh no …. The taste of faint vodka reached his taste buds, he gags . how disgusting . he just needs to push it back down . what he doesn't realize is that by trying to push it down he just made it worse .

You finally made it your apartment, Eren  fumbling with the keys , when you heard groaning coming from  the blonde boy beside you

 “ hey armin, are you o-  “ before you could even finish your sentence, the feeling of a warm slimy  substance on your clothing made you stop in your tracks .

Did he just throw up on you  ? sure enough when you looked down you saw all  the liquor he drank has been regurgitated onto you.

Armin felt incredibly weak , his eyes feeling heavy, too much effort on trying to open them, the taste on his mouth incredibly foul.

It felt as if someone was pounding a hammer onto his brain. His legs wobbled as the secure arm around his waist was  suddenly gone