Armin was alone in his room. Shadowed in darkness, only his face illuminated in the mirror as he looked into it, and applied lipstick to his bottom lip. Then his upper lip... where Eren could have kissed him in another life. That thought brought a tear down his face.
He began to sing in melancholy. "I feel like fucking something," He did. He was so horny at this moment, he could punch a hole in the mirror and go maniac mode. "We could be corny, fuck it." They could've been corny and said fuck it, but Eren threw it all away. Eren threw away his freedom he fought so hard for, for what? A shy sixty year old bottom?
But he wasn't acting so shy in the tavern, he was hanging all over Eren and calling him pet names. Armin applied another layer of lipstick. Another tear fell.
"Oh, for pity's sake!" He cried into the mirror, "Why doesn't he love me? Why does he care so much about that whore!?" He screamed.
Marco sighed. "Slut shaming is not right, Armin."
Armin froze. Marco, he had heard.
"M-Marco? How much of that did you hear?" He looked to him with puffed out lips and tear stricken cheeks.
"All of it. Armin, this is unhealthy behavior. I love your breaking of traditional gender roles with the lipstick, but the whore talk? Not cool. I talked to Kenny earlier. He's a good guy." Marco shook his head, disapprovingly.
"Oh, he is not! He's a filthy man! You just don't see it because you're gullible."
Marco frowned. "Armin, you're not acting like yourself."
"Oh, really?! Or am I just sick of being pushed around, being belittled?" Armin shouted, "Or am I finally sticking up for myself and calling out the scum of the world?"
"No, to both of those weird things you just said." Armin glared at the freckled gay. "I'm just gonna go... have fun singing to yourself, Armin."
"I will, bitch." He grumbled once Marco had shut the door to his room. "Fuck these people! I'm a strong independent man, and sexy! I can be who I want. I can be what I want. It's time for my new era. It's time I become a bad bitch. It's time I show everyone Eren is MINE." As he lifted his finger over his play button to his bad bitch playlist, he whispered, "It's time."
He strutted into the building's main hall singing, legs crossing over each other, lipstick on his lips and tear marks on his face. A true transformation. A true bad bitch. "I'm feelin' sexy and free!" As he passed Marco he earned a glare. "Like glitter's rainin' on me!" He pushed a small child, she fell to the floor.
He felt like a God.
He sang some more, romancing everyone in the building and kicking children over. "We can do this all night, damn, this love is skin tight, baby, come on, ooh, ooh ooh, ooh," He imagined Eren as he sang this, as he headed towards his room, singing, singing for him, in his lipstick and teary face. In this new body. "Boom me like a bass drum, sparking up a rhythm, baby come on!" He was ready to be boomed like a bass drum, ready to spark a rhythm, Eren, come on.
He opened the door with such excitement it hit the wall with a thud, he came into that room with such joy. And yet...
Eren was in Kenny's lap. Eren was in Kenny's arms. They were stroking each other's muscles like in that one Sleepaway Camp movie with the two gay men, stroking each other's every arm hair and inch of skin......
They lazily looked over. But Armin shut the door and ran quick enough, before they saw his tears. Before they saw under this new transformation, heartbreak still festered.
He wasn't a bad bitch. Not yet. But with time, he would be.
"Jealous, jealous boy," Marco muttered, shaking his head as Armin ran past, "I hope he gets back to normal soon......"
