Complexity- Armin x Reader

Chapter 2: Fun and Games

After having talked to Jean, Ymir and Historia, the small group had wandered off. Ymir and Historia were now hanging out with Sasha and Connie on the floor, the four of them posted up in a make-shift pillow and blanket fort that one could say was a work of architectural brilliance inspired by the creative minds of Sasha and Connie. Under the canopy of fabric and between the walls of pillows and chairs, certain juicy gossip was exchanged, including the epic news of your (hopefully) blooming romance with Armin. Connie and Sasha had already known about how you and Armin were in a sort of relationship limbo, but they nevertheless were excited to see the two of you finally become a couple. Ten minutes later the fort promptly collapsed over their heads.

Jean had returned to the couches and joined The Boys™ once again. He plopped himself onto the couch next to Mikasa with a newly-found hope burning in his eyes. He was eager to try to once again ask out Mikasa. He inhaled deeply yet quietly, so as not to arouse suspicion towards his somewhat frazzled nerves, and he calmed himself before finally looking over at the Asian girl and saying something.

"Hey, Mikasa. You look pretty comfy under those blankets."

Mikasa's head perked towards him and she blinked, not really knowing how to respond to that. "Yeah, it's pretty warm." She kept the response short, looked away and occupied herself with fiddling her fingers, uncertain of how to keep a conversation going with the boy next to her.

Mikasa's awkward conversation skills were absolutely endearing to Jean. The boy wanted to hear more out of her sweet voice. But he couldn't help but want to see a bit more emotion from her, so he decided to try to flirt in order to see if she'd become flustered. He grinned at her.

"Ya know, I bet you'd feel warmer in my arms--"

PLOP

Eren let out an exaggerated sigh as he very intrusively sat himself on the middle cushion between Jean and Mikasa, causing the other two to yelp from the disturbance. He stretched his limbs out and yawned loudly, nestling into the soft cushions. He was about to just sit and relax when he realized that he hadn't seen you in a while. He then twisted his body around and looked behind the couch to see where you were at. You were seated at the back of the room, stuck in your thoughts.

"Y/n! What are you doing just sitting back there? Come sit with us!"

You looked at Eren in surprise and noticed that Jean, with a now twitching eyebrow, was subtly glaring at the green-eyed boy. Well, maybe not subtly. He looked pissed.

"I'm just chillin' back here, carry on," you said as you sipped your drink.

Eren wasn't about to take no for an answer, since he had seen the way you were taking up the role of wallflower throughout the whole party. An idea then popped into his head.

You didn't like the way his lips curled into a mischievous smile. You probably should have just complied.

"Come on, go sit next to your best friend!" He said this loudly, earning a side glance from Armin. "Armin's been wanting to smash you-- sorry, I mean PLAY smash with you." The damned smile on Eren's face was a very clear indication of how ready he was to tease you and Armin.

"EREN, WHAT THE HELL!" Armin's character had swiftly been killed off after Eren's outburst. He had mentally checked out of the game. He felt positively flustered, his cheeks burning brightly at the statement. He shot his friend a glare from across the couch, blue eyes filled with slight anger. He brought a hand over his mouth to try to conceal how embarrassed he felt. He looked up with wavering eyes to find you, wondering how you reacted and hoping that you hadn't taken Eren's comment seriously.

He saw that currently, your face was awash in a brilliant hue of red, your brows knitted together into a look of embarrassment. You sighed and closed your eyes tight, bringing your right hand up to hide your face away from everyone. You had come close to spilling your drink. "Eren, you're so dumb," you managed to respond in a weak voice. You could hear the chortles coming from your friends as they reveled in your misery. At this point, making you and Armin feel awkward was a sport to them. Even Annie had a small smile of amusement on her face. Or maybe it was from the memes.

"I was just kidding, you two. Calm down." Eren smiled innocently at his two friends. Though he did find it hilarious that the two of you could get this frazzled from such things, he genuinely hoped that the teasing would make the two of you finally get together.

Eren got up from his seat and made his way to you, bringing you into a small, apologetic half hug before placing his hands on your shoulders to guide you towards the couch. Your mind was honestly still reeling as you were sat by Eren on the cushion next to Jean, your drink being taken from you and placed on the coffee table. Feeling satisfied, he then squeezed between you and Mikasa and took a seat.

Armin was not faring any better, his character having been dead for a while now. The controller in his hand was held in a weak grip as his thoughts were jamming inside his head. His head lolled back against the couch out of slight annoyance towards Eren. "Stop making such a big deal out of it," he thought to himself. He stole a glance at you and saw that while you still seemed a bit flushed, you had turned your attention to the TV. Reiner, Bertholdt and Marco had finished the game with Armin in last place for once.

"Would ya look at that. We finally took first place from Armin." Reiner grinned over at the blonde, clamping his hand down on Bertholdt's shoulder out of victory.

Armin simply rolled his eyes in response. "Haha, very funny, Reiner."

"Can I play?" You asked them, wondering if they'd let you borrow a control so you could delve into the game. You hadn't been doing much during the party, but you now felt in the mood to do something.

"O-of course, Y/n. Here, you can have my control." Armin extended his hand towards you and offered you his control, a small, bashful smile adorning his face. It made your heart flutter.

You smiled and were about to reach out for the control until Reiner spoke. "No need, Armin. I'll just give Y/n mine so you two can play. Bertholdt and I aren't gonna play anymore since you keep beating us anyways. Maybe Y/n can be the one to kick your ass." A black control was handed to you by Reiner, who then got up and gestured at his spot on the couch next to Armin.

"Oh, it's fine Reiner. I can stay here."

"I insist." Reiner seemed to be hinting at something with the way that he smiled at you. Did he know?

"Well...ok then." You got up and switched places with Reiner, taking a seat next to Armin who had a slight smile on his face. Bertholdt and Marco adjusted themselves on the couch, setting their controllers down on the coffee table in front of all of them.

Huh. So it really was just going to be you and Armin playing. That struck you as being a bit odd.

"You ready, Y/n?" Armin looked at you with a challenging grin.

Your lips curled into a playful smile. "I'm ready to kick your ass, Blondie."