Heartbeat (Eremin)

On Dirait

Yuri on Ice season two: Viktor gets back on the ice but this time with Yuri! They do couple skating and legally adopt Yurio as their child. JJ lives in their basement for some reason; probably to annoy Yuri Jr at all hours of the day. There are still no American characters who outshine the Canadian ones like in every other show. Everything is gay and nobody is sad ever.

On Dirait (you say) (probably a mistranslation) (you know how Google Translate is) - Amir

Day two of group therapy was going well and Armin hadn't even walked through the doors to the old library where it was being held yet.
In fact, he hadn't even gotten out of his grandfather's rusty old pickup truck yet.
Maybe it was because of the hardy breakfast he ate or the fact that the weather was nice, but the teen felt healthier than he had in a long time.
"Did you remember everything?" The old man in the driver's seat asked.
Armin's grandfather was a kind man, willing to take the freshly orphaned boy into his home despite the weight age had placed on his shoulders.
Armin loved him dearly and hoped to make the most of whatever time the two had left together.
But his grandfather couldn't be his only companionship forever. He needed friends closer to his age.
Hence the group meetings.
His grandfather had suggested them as a means to meet people with similar problems and so far they were working out.
"Everything is in my bag, Grandpa. Don't worry." Armin patted his black shoulder bag softly.
There were a lot of things the blond liked to be prepared for he lived so far out that if his grandfather's truck broke down he would need to have an overnight bag and money for a motel.
"I'll be a little late picking you up, but I'll take you out for dinner when I do."
"Thanks grandpa!" Armin grinned, hopping out of the truck.
That green eyed boy, Eren, was standing at the door when he reached it.
"Hey." He greeted with indifference. "Can I ask ya something?"
"Uh...yeah..." Armin blinked. Somebody wanted to know about his life? Somebody wanted to initiate the conversation for once?!
This was quite the change.
"What are you really doing here? I mean, your mom and dad died how long ago?"
"Three years ago."
"Then what are you still doing in this place?"
Armin blinked. "What are you trying to say?"
Eren sighed. "Look, my mom died a month ago and I'm fine already. So why are you still here?"
"I see what's happening." Armin put his hand on his hip. "You're still not over it."
Eren scowled, unimpressed by the smaller boy's words.
"That's what everybody says. But they're all wrong."
"We each move at a different pace, Eren, but nobody gets over the death of their mother in a month. Not if they really cared about her." Armin glanced at his watch. "Crap! We've got to get in there before the meeting starts!"
"I'm not going." Eren pushed himself off the wall, stuffed his hands in his pocket, and strolled away without another word.

***

"Where's Eren today?" Marco asked when the meeting began.
"He's skipping, apparently." Armin snitched. He felt bad about it, but deep down he wanted an excuse to see the green eyed boy again.
"I'll have to call his sister later." The freckled boy sighed. "Now, today we're going to talk about our current coping mechanisms. Who wants to start?"
Crista raised her hand shyly. Everything about her, down to the breaths she breathed, was delicate and angelic. She was the purest soul Armin had ever met.
"I like to fill the hole in my heart with raw cookie dough and my girlfriend's tongue."
Uhm...
"Which means?" Marco had turned red. Even his freckles were Crimson.
Crista winked and shot finger guns at him.
"Well...uh...using the support of friends and family is healthy...I guess."
Armin didn't think Marco could get so out of sorts.
"My turn?" Hanji asked. Today she was sitting between Crista and Levi.
Marco nodded, hiding his face.
"I found that holding a funeral for my babies really helped me out. It was just a small ceremony in the back yard, but I'm sure Sonny and Bean are much happier."
Again, Marco nodded. "What about you, Levi?"
"I just ignore the feelings. My uncle always tells me to man-up so I have no choice."
"How'd you end up here, then?" Marco inquired.
"My boss said it was getting in the way of my work."
This man was a lot like Eren. But at leas he showed up to the second meeting.
"I see. Hopefully these meetings help you out with that. Armin? What about you?"
"I read mostly. But I also like to listen to my dad's old records and think about all the good times I shared with them."
"What kinda of memories are your favourite?"
"Oh...well...there are a lot..." Armin tried to think of one off the bat. "Like the picnic we had in the park when I was five. A crow stole my sandwich so mom gave me half of hers."
"I haven't been on a picnic in years." Reiner admitted.
"We should totally have one!"
Armin felt himself getting excited. Typically his ideas were shot down but everybody in the circle nodded their agreement. Even Levi.
"That's a great idea, Armin." Marco complemented. "We could replace our Saturday meeting with it!" He grinned from ear to freckled ear.
Armin couldn't wait.
Day two of group therapy was going well and the session wasn't even over yet.

I was wrong. This is the longest non smut chapter ever.