Random One-Shots

The Music Complex (Winmin Fluff)

There was a time when Armin could simply plug in his headphones and create a whole new universe, with new, full-of-life characters. It wasn't like that luck vanished all of a sudden, but it was a lot harder now. If he did play a song, it would always remind him of someone, something, and anything that would turn writing into a whole new level of difficulty. A word turning into a sentence, a sentence into a paragraph, and a paragraph to a complete text.

He sat by his desk, back curved and fingers resting on the keyboard as if waiting for someone to tell him what to write, but no one ever did. Going for a walk on the neighborhood wasn't enough to find inspiration. Sometimes it took him months to find a little spark to develop into a story, and that was unacceptable for Armin – the only way he could express his feelings was by this writing, and if he didn't write, he wasn't expressing himself, only suppressing all the feelings built up inside.

"Armin? Are you coming to the party with us?" Mikasa, his best friend, called out. Since Armin's grandfather passed away, he had been staying with her and Eren, her brother; they happily offered him a place to stay until he could figure out everything.

"Uh, I'm not sure!" The blonde boy yelled back, getting up from his chair and pacing out of the room to Mikasa's room, looking at the older girl with his arms crossed. "Whose party is it?"

The raven haired girl turned to face Armin, after she finished applying her mascara. "Levi's." She said with a roll of her eyes. "But Annie's going with me, and Eren's probably fucking Levi on a corner, so I wanted to know how you stand."

"I stand on both feet, at home. I've been trying to go back to writing." Armin explained with a soft sigh. "You know I hate parties, I'm not even sure how you like them. It's just a bunch of drunk people having sex."

"Yeah, that's true, but you haven't had a night out with us since we were what... seventeen? And you have no reasons to stay, we've finished college, Armin, don't you think going out and having some fun would be nice? Maybe even meeting a hot guy, you never know." She murmured with a shrug. "Come on, just today."

After a few seconds of thought, Armin gave in – perhaps Mikasa was right, all he needed was a little bit of fun after such a rough year. It took him a few minutes to get ready, taking a quick shower and throwing on a band shirt with black skinnies, and running his hands through his hair to untangle it, with the finishing touch of a generic male perfume. Running down the stairs, he got in Eren's car with a relieved sigh, after being called for a few times.

The journey was quick, Eren listing a number of drinks he had bought with Levi, and how many people they had invited. Not many, Armin figured, but enough to leave his stomach uneasy and his heart speeding up; yeah, he wasn't particularly a fan of crowds. Never had been.

Loud music could be heard coming from Levi's house – no crowds outside, just a clean porch with Eren's boyfriend holding a cigarette and his best friend, the tall blonde he had seen around lately, standing by him. Eren parked his car on the driveway, immediately getting out and jogging to Levi, both sharing a passionate kiss. Armin chuckled and took a few drinks out of the car, which, in the rush of kissing his boyfriend, Eren had forgotten to take out. Mikasa had already disappeared into the house, leaving the small boy alone as he walked to the porch, his body already feeling the beat of the music. Taking a deep breath, he prepared to step into the busy house.

"Not much of a party person, hm?"

Armin's eyes widened, and his head spun around to see where the voice had come from. Levi's friend was still there, bent over the small rails on the porch. The man's hair swayed softly from the light breeze, his eyes shined from the light coming from inside the house while a small, interested smile sprouted on his lips.