ari

[woozycatz]

boyfriend!megumi and his overwhelmingly cute, bubbly girlfriend.

𖦹 sfw! you and megumi have very different personalities but that never stopped you two from hitting it off :: including college megumi

you and megumi have complete, polar opposite personalities. where he’s quiet, stoic, and constantly looks like he’d rather be anywhere else than surrounded by people.. you're all smiles and excited waves, always talking about whatever’s on your mind, whether anyone asked or not. you make friends everywhere you go, somehow finding something to love in every person you meet.

megumi is not exactly what people would call approachable, which is why nobody understands how you two ended up together. 

not that you care. 

“gumii!” the moment you spot him across the courtyard, your face lights up.

megumi barely has time to register before you’re wrapping your arms around his waist “hi love.” you murmur against his chest.

a few students stare, but you ignore them as usual.

megumi sighs, though there’s no actual annoyance behind it. his hand moves to your back automatically. “hey.”

you grin at him “did ya miss me?”

“you saw me this morning. we woke up together.”

“so that’s a yes!” 

“noo.. that’s not what i said.” 

“sure, megumi.” the faint pink dusting his ears tells you all you need to know. 

most people only see the cold side of megumi. they don’t see the side of him that walks on the closest side of the road, the side of him that lends you his jacket when you complain about being cold just once, or the side of him that takes care of you on nights when your happiness fades into tears.

they don’t see how he stays up with you in the cold hours of night just to hold you together piece by piece. 

 because that side of him is reserved to you only. 

his hand slides down to squeeze yours once. “you done causing a scene?”

“never ever.”

for a moment, the corner of his mouth lifts. “i figured.” 

“but you love me so much anyway.. right?!”

“ehh..” he jokes.

“baby!” you swat his chest softly. 

“i was just kidding.” he squeezes your hand once more and leads you through the courtyard, walking home with you.

you hum softly before suddenly gasping, stopping in your tracks. “oh my goodness!”

megumi’s eyes immediately blow with concern. “what?”

“i forgot to tell you.”

“tell me what?”

you grab both of his hands, bouncing slightly on your feet. “we’re pregnant!” 

“huh? you serious?”

“no! LOL! a new sushi place just opened near our apartment!” 

megumi blinks a couple of times before shaking his head. “who says lol outside of texting?”

“your girlfriend, duh.” you say it like it’s the most obvious thing ever, because it is.. “ but that’s besides the point! new sushi, babe!” 

megumi guides you across the street as you ramble on about this new place. two fingers subtly pushing against your lower back, nodding respectfully to the other passersby. 

“slow down, bunny. did you even look at the reviews?” he asks, palm now flat against your back as you continue walking and talking. 

“noooo, but that’s the point in trying new things! don’t you get it?”

he stays quiet for a moment and thinks “.. not really.”

“ugh, boooriing.” you tease, eyes rolling before settling on his face. “gummy, we should go tonight.”

“tonight?”

“yes! date night!” you squeak.

“we had a date night three days ago, i have to study for course exams.”

“okay so do i, but like.. live a little.” you say dramatically, squeezing his hand tighter.

but he already knows where this is going, because your determined look says you’re not taking no for an answer.

“please?” you say, giving him your best puppy eyes.

“no.” 

“please.”

“nope.” 

that’s not his answer, he never says no.

“pleeeeease?”

“you’re being annoying.” he jokes.

“…but am i annoying enough to get sushi with?” you wink.

you look away from his face, from the floor, from your mind for a second and realize you’re already outside of your apartment door

megumi sighs heavily, tilting his head back towards the sky. you smile because that’s always a good sign. “i heard they have cute mochi desserts,” you don’t give up.

silence follows. 

“and private booths.”

a whole beat of silence.

“and couples get a free dessert if they post a picture together!” you giggle, dragging him inside after fiddling with the keys for two long minutes. sometimes you agree that megumi has too much patience. 

“absolutely not.” he follows, shutting the door behind him and wriggling out of his jacket immediately. 

you smile and get closer, burying your face in between his pecs. “mm.. does this mean you’ll go with me?”

megumi looks down at you. at your hopeful expression, at your cute smile, at the way you’re practically vibrating with excitement over something as simple as trying a new restaurant with him.

his expression softens enough for you to notice. “what time?” he says, helping you out of your coat.

your face lightens up even more. “you will?”

“i never said no.” 

“aww! baby you’re the best!”

before megumi can stop you, you’re already peppering kisses all across his cheek, he groans, ears red as his arm stays firmly wrapped around your waist. “be ready by six thirty. giving you two hours. kay? i’ll be right here studying,” 

you leave one last, dramatic kiss to his cheek and let go of him completely. “yes captain!” you scurry off and start getting ready. 

at six twenty-four, megumi knocks at the bedroom door and opens it when you don’t answer. he sees you sitting at your vanity upon entry, hands occupied with a makeup brush and a highlighter stick, a silk robe covering your date night outfit. 

“hi baby!” you smile with all teeth, blowing him kisses through the mirror. 

“six twenty-five, slowpoke.” he reminds you.

“heeyyy, this is the last step of my routine! you gave me till six thirty, remember?”

“yes, y/n. i remember.” 

you finish fast and remove your robe, grabbing your purse and pausing suddenly, patting yourself down. 

“whatt’d you forget?” megumi asks, already beside you and adjusting your bodice.

“lipgloss!” you reach for it but his fingers wrap around your wrist to stop you. 

“i like when your lips are just colored.. i always end up wearing your lipgloss home anyway.”

“good.” you smile and apply it, puckering up sweetly. megumi huffs before kissing your lips, smirking just a little bit when he pulls away.

you hand megumi your purse and follow him outside. the drive is loud with you in the car, singing along to every song in you and megumi's shared playlist—which you made… because your boyfriend is megumi fushiguro.

he parks smoothly and helps you out of his car, thumb squeezing and circling your hip as you walk into the restaurant together. the place is packed on opening night, but megumi finds a private booth near the emergency exit, his favorite spot.

you both place your different orders, megumi watches as you excitedly place yours, occasionally glancing at him between words just to make sure he’s interested in the menu. 

when your food arrives, you take trillions of photos and videos, teasingly calling megumi to get his face in frame and obviously, posting him all over the place. whether it be a photo of his hand holding yours on the table, or his face, or his annoyed face because you won’t stop sticking your phone in his face-face. 

three hours into the night, megumi’s carrying you to the car with your heels in one hand because you’re wine drunk and too full to move on your own. the pleasantly mellow high makes you feel more romantic than usual, megumi chuckles at the feeling of you kissing and nipping at his neck.

“there, there…” he pats your head as he sits you down in the passenger seat, lowering it slightly so that you’re comfortable. “that okay?” 

“nnn-yess!” you giggle, throwing your feet onto his dash.

he spares you a quick side glance before focusing on the road. “did you like the new sushi place?” one of his hands moves to your thigh, rubbing soft, warm streaks up and down. “hm?”

“yes baby! i looooooveeed it.. see?” you smile almost theatrically, drunk and dazed in such a fuzzy high. 

he gets you two home quick, megumi carries you up the stairs and into your apartment. taking his time and peeling off your clothes, wiping away your makeup, bathing you in warm water and massaging your collar bones with body scrub.

you sigh and lean into him, falling asleep in the bath. megumi dries you up and lays you in bed immediately, stripping himself of anything other than his boxers and laying down beside you after a long shower. 

his fingers skim your pretty forehead as he pulls the blanket over you. your boyfriend snaps a quick photo of you sleeping in his bed and posts it on his story with the caption reading, “knocked out immediately. lol.” 

megumi sets his phone aside and kisses your cheek carefully, pulling you flush against him and burying his face in your hair.

“mm.. goodnight princess” he grumbles, listening to yoiur breathing.

the room is dark, save for the faint glow of the streetlights filtering through the blinds. outside, the city is quiet. Inside, the atmosphere is settled. he eventually closes his eyes, drifting off to sleep as the evening’s fatigue catches hold of him too.

morning light slips through the blinds in golden pale strips, you’re the first to wake up and inevitably, the first to be hit with an aching thirst. 

you wince just a little, stretching your limbs and trying to untangle yourself from megumi—but even in sleep, his grip is impossibly strong.

“mm.. megumii” you whine, fingers brushing his hair, face impossibly close to his. 

he stirs, getting off of you to sit up and rub his eyes. you take that chance to slip out of the bedroom and go grab some water, but instead, two strong arms wrap around your waist again. 

you slide a shirt over your pretty panties, the fabric pools at megumi’s arms that are still around you. 

“where are you going? he murmurs against you, eyes closed, cheek squeezed into your back. 

“just getting some water.. do you want some?” you ask sweetly, cute nails brushing his arm softly in the way he likes. 

“mmhm.. what do you say?” 

you pretend to think for a minute, shooting him a look of feigned annoyance before gripping his hand. “goodmorning baby.”

“goodmorning girl.”

you giggle and go to the kitchen, pouring two cups of water and skipping back to the room, spilling some on the floor and on top of that, you forgot to close the fridge.

“whoa baby, no one ever taught you not to run with glass in your hands?  what about scissors?” 

“we really need to keep a thinner curtain in the kitchen.. it’s so dark in there.” 

“my girl’s still scared of the dark?” megumi’s expression catches the physical tension of stifling a laugh. 

“that’s not funny and you know this already. it scares me to an extent.” 

the fridge beeps suddenly and you leap back in bed, clutching his forearm. 

silence falls as you both process the sound. “.. you left the fridge open.”

“i can hear it. will my boyfriend do me a favor and go close it. hmm?”

he thinks for a moment and then he carries you by the waist, manhandling you out of bed. “go face your fear.”

“nope.” you move impressively fast, trying to belly flop back in bed but his big arms hold you out. 

“i’ll come with you!” he yells over your stammering and stands up, gently waking you to the kitchen. “see? not so bad is it?” he whispers, but to you it feels like a millennia away from the fridge. 

megumi walks faster and closes the fridge, throws you over his shoulder casually and walks back to your bedroom. . 

you laugh and swing your legs, scratching his bare back softly. 

megumi doesn’t even bother setting you down. “this is kidnapping, gummy.” 

“mhm.”

“i’m calling the police.” 

“..you left the fridge open.”

“but that isn't a reasonable cause for this!” 

“it’s the entire reason you’re up here.”

you huff and give his shoulder a tiny bite. “ow.”

“you deserved it.”

“i don’t think so.” 

he finally lowers you onto the mattress, but before you could flop backward dramatically, his hands stayed around your waist.

“no running with glass.”

“i know.”

“no sprinting through dark kitchens. where you can easily fall and hit your head and—“

“i knooow.”

your grin softens and you bump your forehead against his. “how about breakfast. your girl is hungry.” 

before you can even say anything else, he leans down, pressing a quick kiss against the corner of your mouth. 

you immediately chased another one, and more after that. his jaw, his beauty marks, his chin.. all polluted with kisses from his favorite girl.

“baby…” he mumbles, trying—and falling—to sound annoyed.

“what?”

“you kiss me too much.”

“that’s not possible.” 

“you’ve kissed me like eight times.”

“nine.” you giggle and kiss him more. “ten.” 

he catches your chin gently between his fingers and kisses you, slow and patient. long enough that all your teasing dissolved into a little hum against his lips. 

you wrap your arms around his neck, swaying from side to side. “you love me sooo much! don’t you baby?” 

he rests his forehead against yours, closing his eyes. “yeah.”

you cup his face so carefully it makes him want to smile. “i love you too. but i’m hungry.”

“no morning classes today. we could take the dogs for a run and get some breakfast. how’s that sound?”

his thumbs rub lazy circles against your hip beneath the oversized shirt that definitely belongs to him. he lets you decide. 

you bury your face in his neck. “carry me to the bathroom. let’s go before the cafes close.” 

he rubs your back and lifts you, setting you down on the bathroom counter and handing you your toothbrush, already rinsed with white toothpaste squirted on top.

you both brush together, you occasionally whipping out your phone and snapping photos of your shirtless boyfriend with his toothbrush in his mouth and a rare smile only you get to see. 

you finish brushing and hop off the counter, getting dressed in some leggings and a large shirt, tying your hair up in the easiest style possible, and putting the dogs on a leash. 

shiro jumps on you as soon as he sees you, kuro marching straight to megumi. 

“kuro baby! mommy wants some love too!” you get on your knees and put your arms out for him, and he moves into your embrace. 

“fierce protectors by the way.” megumi jokes, grabbing their leashes and opening the door for you.

you smile at him as you pass him at the door as if he were a total stranger. megumi makes no comment though, just holds you against him while walking to the cafe. 

the cafe is warm in the way small neighborhood cafes always are. 

the windows are fogged slightly from the morning chill outside, the smell of espresso and buttered pastries filling the air while people chatter softly around them. 

shiro is curled beneath the table after their walk, kuro lying against megumi’s timbs with his head on his paws. 

usually you’re talking, about the dog wearing rain boots outside, about the old couple across from you and megumi sharing one slice of cake, about how the barista drew a little heart in your latte foam. 

about literally anything. and while megumi’s mind won’t get off of you being so quiet, he’s also trying to take in how beautiful you look. and your mind.. your mind drifts back to a conversation you had three weeks ago exactly.

outside this cafe, your own friend told you that you’re “too much” and that you, “need to leave megumi alone because he’s clearly tired.” 

today you just stir your drink, megumi decides to say something after exactly four minutes. “you don’t like it today?”

you blink. “hm?” 

“the latte, bunny.”

“oh!” you force a little smile. “no, it’s good.” 

he watches you over the rim of his coffee. “you sure? we can add more sugar, anything you want.”

“mhm. i’m sure.”

another silence. you break your croissant into tiny pieces instead of eating it. 

megumi leans back. he’s seen you cry, he’s seen you sick, he’s seen you laugh so hard you snorted juice out of your nose. he knows every version of you and yet, this quiet one is unfamiliar. 

“did i do something?” 

your head shoots up. “what?! no!” 

“then what’s wrong?”

“nothing.”

“liar.”

his voice is far from accusing, just certain. “you’ve been weird since we sat down.” 

you look away toward the window. outside, someone laughs loudly with their friend. your fingers tighten around your mug. “can i ask you something?”

“you just did.”

“seriously, megumi.”

“i’m listening.” 

you stare into your coffee, voice unusuallyy small now. “am i..”

the words suddenly feel stupid, childish and embarrassing. but megumi waits. 

“am i too much?”

his eyebrows knit together immediately. “what?”

“you know..” you laugh weakly. “too loud, or too clingy?”

silence followes. 

“someone said,” you mumble. “that i do too much around you.”

you don’t even look at him.

“they said you always look tired, that maybe you just put up with me because you’re nice.”

you pick at your sleeve. 

“and i know they shouldn’t matter, but..” your voice gets quieter. “i started thinking; what if you’re secretly exhausted by me?” 

you swallow dryly. the cafe suddenly feels very loud. the clinking dishes, the espresso machine, someone laughing nearby. you cant bring yourself to meet his eyes. “sorry.” 

nothing.

then you feel sudden warmth, engulfing your hand and a thumb brushing your knuckles. 

your tears fall immediately into your lap. concern replaces megumi’s sleepy calm almost immediately. 

“look at me.” 

you do. his face is completely serious. “who told you that?” 

“it doesn’t matter.” 

“it does.”

“i just don’t wanna make it a thing.”

his jaw tightens. “fine.” 

his fingers brush yours, palms squeezing your hand occasionally. “listen carefully.” 

you nod. 

“when have i ever pretended to like something?” 

you blink softly. “never.”

“i don’t.” 

he squeezes your hand again, bringing it up to his nose, kissing your knuckles softly. “if i don’t like someone, they know.” 

you can’t help the tiny laugh. “yeah, i know.”

“so why,” he asks quietly. “why would you think i’d fake loving you?”

your eyes begin to sting. “i just.. you don’t seem to get tired.”

“i do.” 

“i know, but-”

“no.”

he shakes his head. “i get tired of crowds, noise, classes, people asking stupid questions. maybe besides itadori. and you.”

“i don’t ask stupid questions.” you say.

he brushes his thumb across your knuckles. “i’ve never gotten tired of you.” 

your lip trembles. “really?” 

he looks almost offended. “you think carrying you around, making you breakfast, getting up close and intimate with you, staying awake with you when you can’t sleep…”

megumi tilts his head. “you think i do all that because i tolerate you?

you find it impossible how much megumi loves you despite being so good at containing it. “no..”

“i do it because i love you.” 

your eyes finally meet his again. 

“i like hearing you talk.”

“even when i ramble?” 

“especially then.” 

“but interrupt you all the time, i steal your things and i kiss you a lot..” 

“you do all those things. and if you suddenly stopped, i’d think something was wrong.” 

a tear slips down your cheek before you can stop it. “i’m sorry.”

“for what?” 

“i don’t know why it got to me.” 

“it got to you because they were talking about someone you love.” 

he brushes the tear away with his thumb. “and because they were talking about you.”

you lean into his hand instinctively. 

“do you know waht i see?” 

you shake your head.

“i see someone who gets really excited over sushi, the person who waves at strangers.. laughs with them, the girl who cries during dog food commercials and snuggles kuro.”

you laugh through another tear. 

“you make every place feel like home, baby.” 

he says it so simply, like it’s just a fact. no hesitation and no embarrassment. “i don’t want less of you.” his thumb brushes beneath your eye again and your shoulders finally sag. 

“i want all of you.”

you smile despite yourself, looking down again. “even when im embarassing?” 

“i’ve carried you out of a restaurant while you were wine drunk and trying to kiss my neck.” 

you stay quiet, still smiling, a bit bigger now. 

“you post me all the time too.” 

“that’s not embarassing. besides, you posted me sleeping.” 

“that’s fair.”

you laugh properly this time, a sound that makes something unclench in megumi’s chest. 

“you’re really romantic for someone who pretends he isn’t.” 

“no i don’t pretend.” 

you roll your eyes and give him such a funny look he can only agree with you.

“fine but only a teeny bit.”

your smile grows with each passing second. it becomes bigger until it’s the smile he recognizes.

he moves his chair next to yours and pulls you closer, kissing your hair. a comfortable silence falls between you, and nearly after a full minute of stillness, you lift your head. 

“baby?” 

“hm?” 

“that little strawberry tart in the display case..” 

he closes his eyes. “here we go.” 

“can we split one?” 

a tiny sigh escapes him. “we were already going to.” 

your entire face lights up. “we were?” 

“i ordered it ten minutes ago. in a to go box. hot.” 

you shower him with kisses, he knows you oh so well.

okay so boom I'm obsessed with this its been worked on for decades pls enjoy bai

[yogurtyuri]

Megumi turns into a catboy?!

Megumi had just came home from fighting a curse with Nobara and Yuji and he knocked on the door, You ran from the couch excited to see your boyfriend and open the door.

"Megumi your ba- Woah.."

Mid-opening the door you see your boyfriend had come home with cat ears and a cat tail, both same color of his hair. He had a slight blush on his cheeks

"Don't say a word, it's already embarrassing enough having Yuji and Nobara make fun of me for it." You snort, "Well what even happened?"

His ears flick rapidly, "There was a curse in a form of a cat and used it's power on me" He sits down on the couch and you followed him to the couch sitting down next to him

"I think you look cute like this"

"What?"

You chuckle "I'm just saying you look a lot cuter than before!" His tail flicks in irritation. "I'm not cute, this is so humiliating."

"It's not THAT bad"

"Nobara and Yujis teasing are never gonna end now"

"Aw, come here"

He looks at you hesitantly then lays his head on your lap with his ears flat. "I don't even know when or if this even wears off."

You stroke his hair "I wouldn't mind if it stayed for a bit longer" He closes his eyes and leans his head into your palm. You start scratching behind his ears gently and you hear low purring coming from Megumi.

Your heart does a little jump and you smile as his tail starts to sway.

"Please..dont stop.." You kiss his head. "Wasn't planning to"

His breathing come slow as he drifts off to sleep in the comfort of your lap.

[moviecritc]

is nerd!armin arlert just a bet or do you actually like him? ╱ word count: 6.8k angst to fluff to smut. reader really fucked it up on this one ˚.✦

The questions left you wordless. Why would he ask that? Why is he staring at you, curled in the bed of your dorm, with your hands around his waist waiting for your answer?

"Armin, what?" you blink fast, not being brave enough to look him in the eyes.

"You heard me. Do you actually like me or am I just a joke to entertain your friends?" He sounds harsh but there's a slight tremor in his voice telling you that he's afraid of your answer.

Answer that you don't want to give him.

Everything started four months ago when Armin had to tutor you in one subject that now you pass without any problems. He was shy, maybe a little bit weird and not very popular. You were the complete opposite. And your friends were dying for some gossip when they suggested you to seduce him.

So you did, because who are you if not an attention whore?

But Armin. Armin fucking Arlert was actually a sweetheart. The moment he got confident enough with you, he stopped being shy and awkward. He showed you how cool and smart he is, he made you laugh and giggle like a highschooler again.

He has this faint blush in his cheeks whenever you kiss him that makes you melt. He cares for you, he listens to you, he lets you hang out with his friends (that are actually as fun as him). He's not the loud type of lover, but never once made you feel unloved. Every time he grabs your hand, he caress the palm with his thumb and kisses your knuckles.

Four months later, you were whipped. So whipped it was embarrassing. How could you not fall in love with him? He has you smiling at his texts, having a pic of him and you as your lockscreen. Fuck, you are even thinking of asking him to meet your parents.

So why. WHY does he has to make that question now?

"You're not a joke," you say, slowly sitting up. Armin follows you, sitting across from you on the bed, legs crossed and elbows on his knees. "You're my boyfriend."

"Why do you lie?"

Oh.

So this is even worse. He discovered somehow. And now you lied to him straight in the face.

"I—what are you talking about?" You were speechless, there was a huge knot in your stomach that got tighter when Armin pulled out his phone, playing a video of a random frat party you went to... four months ago.

The video plays on his phone screen, tinny laughter spilling from the speakers like poison. There you are: red-cup in hand, eyes glassy, voice slurred and cruel, pointing at the camera while your friends howl behind you.

“Look at him,” you’d said, giggling, mocking the way Armin had fumbled his words when you first asked him to study together. “He’s so awkward, it’s adorable. Bet I can make him fall in love with me in like, two weeks.”

The old you on the screen leans into one of your friends, whispering loud enough for the mic to catch: “It’s just a game. He’s so easy.”

The video ends.

Armin doesn’t move. He just stares at the frozen frame of your drunken, laughing face, then slowly turns the phone face-down on the mattress between you. The silence is suffocating.

Your throat burns. Your mouth opens, but nothing comes out. No excuse, no defense, no clever deflection. Just the ugly truth sitting there like a third person in the room.

“I…” Your voice cracks. You try again. “I didn’t… That was before I—”

“Before you what?” His voice is quiet. Too quiet. “Before you got to know me? Before you decided I was worth more than a story to tell your friends?”

His eyes are glassy, but no tears fall. He’s holding them back like he’s holding everything back: anger, hurt, the pieces of himself you just shattered.

You reach for his hand, but he pulls it away like your touch burns. That small rejection hits harder than anything.

“Armin, please. That video it’s from the night we met. I was drunk, I was stupid, I was… showing off. I didn’t know you yet. I didn’t know how kind you are, how funny, how—” Your voice breaks again. “How much I’d end up loving you.”

He flinches at the word loving.

You feel it like a slap.

“You used me,” he says, barely above a whisper. “You targeted me because I was quiet and awkward and so easy. And then… what? You kept it going because you felt bad? Or because I turned out to be good company?”

“No.” You shake your head desperately. “No, that’s not—I stopped thinking of it as a game so fast. I swear. I fell for you, Armin. I fell so hard I didn’t even see it happening. Everything after that night was real. Every kiss, every text, every time I held your hand.”

“Then why didn’t you tell me?” His voice finally breaks. “Why didn’t you ever say, ‘Hey, this started as something shitty, but it’s not anymore’? You let me believe you chose me. That I was special to you from the start.”

You have no answer.

Because you were ashamed.

Because you were terrified that if he knew the truth, he’d leave.

And now he knows anyway.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper. It sounds so small. So useless.

Armin looks down at his hands, fingers twisting together like he’s trying to hold himself together.

“I really thought…” He stops, swallows hard. “I thought you saw me. You made me feel like the luckiest man alive.”

“You are special to me,” you say, voice trembling. “You’re everything to me. I hate that I ever made you feel like you weren’t.”

He doesn’t respond. Just sits there, shoulders curled in, looking smaller than you’ve ever seen him.

After an unbearable silence, he finally speaks.

“I need to go.”

Your heart drops.

“No, Armin—”

“I just need space.” He stands up slowly, not looking at you. “I don’t know what to do with this yet.”

You want to beg him to stay.

But you don’t.

Because you know you don’t deserve to ask him for anything right now.

At the door, he pauses. His hand on the knob, back to you.

“I really loved you, you know,” he says quietly.

Past tense.

Then he’s gone.

And you’re left curled on your bed, arms wrapped around yourself, wishing they were his.

The next morning hits like a hangover you didn’t earn. Your head pounds from crying half the night, eyes swollen and raw. You check your phone first thing, still nothing from Armin. No read receipts, no typing bubbles, no “seen” on the dozen messages you sent after he walked out. Just delivered, delivered, delivered, mocking you.

You drag yourself to campus anyway, hoping maybe he’ll show up to the 10 a.m. lecture you both usually sit through side by side. The seat next to yours stays empty the whole hour. He’s never missed a class. Your stomach twists harder with every passing minute.

By lunch, you’re a wreck, pacing outside the engineering building where Eren usually hangs out between his own classes. You spot him leaning against the wall, arms crossed, scrolling on his phone. He looks up when you approach, and the way his expression hardens makes your chest cave.

“Eren,” you start, voice small and cracked. “Have you… seen Armin? He didn’t come to class, he’s not answering—”

He cuts you off with a sharp exhale through his nose, shoving his phone in his pocket.

“Yeah. I’ve seen him.” he says. “He crashed at my place last night. Didn’t sleep. Just sat there staring at the wall like someone gutted him.”

You flinch. “I need to talk to him. Please, just tell me if he’s okay—”

Eren laughs, but there’s zero humor in it. “You really asking me that? After what you pulled?”

Your throat closes. “He told you.”

“Everything.” Eren steps closer, towering without even trying. “How you laughed about making him fall for you like it was some fucking frat prank. How you kept stringing him along until you got bored or whatever bullshit excuse you’re using now.”

“It wasn’t like that,” you whisper, but it sounds pathetic even to you. “Not after I got to know him. I—”

“Save it.” He holds up a hand. “I don’t wanna hear how you ‘changed your mind’ or whatever. Do you have any idea what that does to a guy like Armin? He doesn’t let people in. Ever. And the one time he does…”

Eren trails off, jaw tight. For a second you see something flicker behind the anger. He’s not just mad at you; he’s mad for Armin.

“He’s not okay,” Eren says finally, quieter but no less harsh. “He’s wrecked. Keeps saying he should’ve known better. That he’s an idiot for believing someone like you could actually want him.”

The words land like punches. You wrap your arms around yourself, trying not to fall apart right there.

“I love him,” you choke out. “I swear I do. I just… I fucked up so bad.”

Eren studies you for a long moment, expression unreadable.

“Maybe you do,” he says at last. “Doesn’t change what you did. Or how much it hurt him.” He pushes off the wall, turning to leave. “He doesn’t want to see you right now. And honestly? I don’t blame him.”

“Eren, wait—”

He pauses, doesn’t turn around. “Give him space. For real this time. If you actually care, you’ll stop blowing up his phone and let him breathe.”

Then he’s walking away, shoulders tense, leaving you standing alone in the middle of the quad with your useless apologies dying in your throat.

You pull out your phone again anyway. Open the chat with Armin. Type another message: I’m so sorry. Please just tell me you’re okay, then delete it before you can hit send.

You just dissociate the rest of the day, headphones in in the back row of the classes, thinking that being a dramatic mess might fix something. You just want to see him, talk to him well and fix it. It's barely been a day and you already miss him like it's been weeks.

Then your friends come. They spot you outside the library were you and Armin used to study before you went to your dorm to make out.

The moment they try to talk to you, you tell them to just fuck off and leave you alone. You can't be friends with the same people that thought it was a good idea to play with Armin.

So now you have no friends, no boyfriend and a ton of questions about the subject Armin used to help you.

The lecture hall smells like stale coffee and old textbooks, same as always. You get there way too early because if you don’t claim the seats first, someone else might sit next to him and you’ll lose even that tiny piece of proximity. You pick your usual spot, second row from the back, left side. The one where his knee used to brush yours under the table when he leaned over to point at something in your notes.

You set your bag on the empty chair beside you like it’s a placeholder. Like maybe if you leave it there long enough, the universe will remember how things used to be.

He walks in ten minutes before class starts.

Your heart slams against your ribs so hard you’re sure the people in front can hear it.

Armin doesn’t look your way.

He doesn’t scan the room like he used to, searching for your face with that small, private smile he saved only for you. He just keeps his eyes on the floor, backpack slung over one shoulder, hair falling into his face the way it does when he hasn’t slept. He’s wearing the same hoodie he wore the night you fell asleep on his chest watching that dumb nature documentary about deep-sea creatures. The sleeves are pushed up to his elbows. His forearms look thinner somehow. Or maybe that’s just your guilt playing tricks.

He walks straight to the row, stops at the empty seat next to yours.

He reaches past you without a glance, picks up your bag by one strap, sets it carefully on the floor at your feet, and then takes the seat anyway.

Right beside you.

But it’s not the same.

There’s a full foot of space between your arms now. No casual brush of shoulders. No shared glances when the professor says something ridiculous. He opens his notebook, uncaps his pen, stares straight ahead at the projector screen even though it’s still blank. His posture is perfect like he’s trying to take up as little emotional space as possible.

You can smell his shampoo. It makes your eyes burn.

You want to say his name like you used to when you were half-asleep and reaching for him in the dark.

You don’t.

Because the last time you spoke, he said “I really loved you” in past tense and walked out of your life.

So you sit there in silence while the professor drones on about material you used to understand only because Armin explained it with patient little drawings in the margins of your notes. Now the words blur. You can’t focus. Every time he shifts, even the smallest movement, your whole body tenses like he might turn and look at you.

He doesn’t.

Not once.

Not when the girl two rows up drops her pen and it rolls under your chairs. Not when the projector flickers and everyone groans. Not even when the professor calls on him by name to answer a question.

Armin’s voice is quiet and correct. Same as always. But there’s no warmth in it. No little proud glance back at you afterward like he used to do, checking if you caught how smart he sounded.

Class ends.

People start packing up.

Armin closes his notebook with a soft snap, slides it into his bag, stands.

You stay seated, frozen, staring at the back of the empty seat in front of you because if you watch him leave it might actually kill you.

He pauses at the end of the row.

For the briefest second his fingers curl around the strap of his bag like he’s fighting something. Like maybe he wants to say something too.

Then he walks away.

No goodbye. No look back. Just the soft tread of his sneakers down the aisle and out the door.

You sit there until the lecture hall is almost empty.

Until the janitor starts stacking chairs.

Until your phone buzzes in your pocket with another unread message from your ex-friends asking why you’re ghosting them.

You don’t answer.

You just hug your knees to your chest right there in the second row, forehead pressed to your arms, and let yourself fall apart quietly where no one can see.

Because the boy who used to trace little hearts on your palm when he thought you weren’t paying attention now won’t even meet your eyes.

He keeps walking (head down, hands shoved deep in his hoodie pockets) until the hallway noise fades into white static. He doesn’t stop until he reaches the quiet stairwell at the end of the building, the one nobody uses because the elevator is faster. There, in the dim fluorescent light, he finally lets himself lean against the cold cinderblock wall and breathe.

His chest hurts. Not metaphorically. Physically. Like someone reached in and squeezed until his ribs creaked. He presses the heel of his palm against his sternum, trying to push the ache back down, but it only spreads.

He can still feel the ghost of your bag strap under his fingers from when he moved it this morning. The way he’d hesitated, just a fraction of a second, before setting it on the floor. He’d wanted to drop it. Hurl it. Anything to match the violence inside him. Instead he’d placed it gently, like he always did with your things. Muscle memory. Stupid, traitorous muscle memory.

Why did he even sit next to you?

He could have chosen any empty seat. The hall was half-full. He could have sat in the front row, or the back, or anywhere that didn’t smell like your perfume and remind him of nights when you’d curl into his side and trace lazy patterns on his wrist until he fell asleep feeling safe.

But he sat there anyway. Because some pathetic part of him still wanted to be close. Wanted to pretend, for fifty minutes, that nothing had changed. That if he just didn’t look at you, didn’t speak, didn’t acknowledge the space where your knee used to knock against his, maybe the wound wouldn’t bleed so much.

It didn’t work.

Every time you shifted in your seat he felt it like static electricity. Every time your pen tapped nervously against your notebook he had to grip his own pen harder to keep from reaching over and covering your hand the way he used to. To tell you it was okay. To tell you he was still here.

He hates that he still wants to.

He hates that the video plays on loop in his head: you in that frat house, red cup sloshing, eyes bright with alcohol and cruelty, saying his name like it was punchline.

“Bet I can make him fall in love with me in like, two weeks.”

Two weeks.

He’d given you four months.

Four months of late-night study sessions that turned into talking about nothing and everything. Four months of you stealing his hoodies and wearing them to class like a badge. Four months of him learning exactly how you liked your coffee, of memorizing the way your laugh changed when you were genuinely happy versus when you were performing for someone else. Four months of believing that someone saw him. Not the overthinking kid who got picked last in group projects. Not the tutor who was useful until the exam was over. Just him.

And it started as a game.

He closes his eyes, slides down the wall until he’s sitting on the cold concrete step. His backpack thumps beside him. He pulls his knees up, rests his forehead against them, and lets the memory of your voice from that night in your dorm wash over him again.

“I love you.”

He’d flinched at the word because it felt like a lie wrapped in velvet. But god, he’d wanted it to be true so badly that for a second, he almost believed it again.

That’s the worst part.

Not the betrayal. Not the humiliation. The part where he still loves you.

He loves the way you bite your lip when you’re concentrating. Loves how you get excited about dumb videos and send them at 2 a.m. Loves the quiet moments when you’d both just exist in the same room, no pressure, no performance. He loves the person you became with him: the one who stopped checking your phone every five minutes, who listened when he rambled about animes or historical cryptography, who kissed him like he was something precious.

But that person was built on a foundation of a lie.

So what does that make the love he feels now? A delusion? A leftover chemical reaction? Or is it real, and the lie just poisoned it?

He doesn’t know.

He doesn’t know if he can ever look at you again without seeing that video. Without wondering which parts were real and which were calculated. Without wondering if you ever really chose him, or if you just got used to the idea of him.

All he knows is that sitting next to you today felt like pressing on a bruise to see if it still hurts.

It does.

It hurts so much he can barely breathe.

And the scariest thing (the thing that makes him want to disappear into the stairwell and never come out) is that even now, even after everything, a stubborn part of him hopes you’ll fix it.

Hopes you’ll fight for him.

Hopes you’ll prove that the four months weren’t just a game that got out of hand.

Because if they weren’t… if even one second of it was real.

Then maybe he wasn’t the idiot after all.

He lets out a shaky breath, wipes at his eyes with the sleeve of his hoodie, and stands.

He has another class in twenty minutes.

He’ll go.

He’ll sit in the back this time.

You get tired of waiting three weeks later. It's eating you alive at this point.

You give him the space he asked for. No more hovering outside his classes, no more asking Eren for updates (Eren would probably punch a wall before helping you anyway).

You stop showing up at the library corner where you two used to study. Instead, you force yourself to go to the quiet study rooms on the other side of campus, headphones in, drowning out the ache with white noise. It hurts but it’s the first real proof you can give him that you’re listening. That his need for distance matters more than your need to be forgiven.

While you wait, you work on yourself. Because words are cheap, and you’ve already used too many empty ones.

You block your old friends. Not dramatically, not with a big announcement—just quietly remove them from your contacts, unfollow, mute group chats. They text you confused, then angry: What the hell? We were just joking around. You don’t respond. You don’t owe them explanations. They suggested the bet. They filmed the video. They laughed when you mocked him. Keeping them around would be like keeping the knife that stabbed him. So you cut them out. It leaves you lonelier than you’ve ever been. But it’s clean. It’s a start.

You go back through every note he ever wrote you. The little marginal doodles of whales and stars, the patient explanations of concepts you now half-understand on your own. You don’t throw them out. You keep them in a drawer, but you start studying without him. You actually read the textbook. You ask the TA questions instead of texting him for help. It’s not about the grade, it’s about proving to yourself (and maybe someday to him) that you didn’t just use him for academic convenience. That you valued his mind, his patience, him.

And now you are in front of his dorm. Regretting all the decisions you made before this. Watching that show he likes, rereading messages and if that wasn't enough, a glass of vodka.

Everything screamed failure and humiliation.

The hallway light flickers once, twice. You knock before you can talk yourself out of it again.

Soft footsteps. A pause. The door opens a crack, then wider when he sees it’s you.

Armin looks… exhausted. Dark circles under his eyes, hair messier than usual. He doesn’t say anything at first.

You don’t wait for permission.

“I’m sorry,” you blurt, voice cracking on the second word. “I know I said it before and it didn’t mean anything then, but I’m saying it again because I can’t keep carrying this without at least trying one more time.”

He doesn’t move. Doesn’t invite you in. Just holds the door, knuckles white.

You take a shaky breath and let it all spill.

“I love you, Armin. I love the way you talk about things most people don’t even notice—like how the light hits the ocean at golden hour, or why certain algorithms feel almost poetic. I love how you get this tiny crease between your eyebrows when you’re thinking really hard, and how you always push your glasses up even when you’re not wearing them anymore. I love that you remember the little things I say once—like that I hate the sound of styrofoam, or that I used to be scared of thunderstorms when I was a kid, and you never make fun of them. You just… hold space for them. For me.”

Your voice trembles harder now. You don’t care.

“I love how gentle you are. Not weak, gentle. The way you touch things like they matter. My hand, a book page, that stupid succulent on your windowsill you keep alive even though you swear you have a black thumb. I love how you blush when I kiss your neck, like it still surprises you that someone wants to. I love how you laugh—quiet at first, then louder when you can’t hold it back anymore. I love waking up and seeing your hair sticking up in every direction and thinking, god, I get to see this. I get to see you like this.”

You’re crying now. Ugly crying.

“I regret it so much. Not just the bet, not just the video. I regret every second I treated you like you were anything less than the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I regret laughing when I should have been listening. I regret letting my friends turn you into a punchline instead of protecting you like I should have from the start. I regret not telling you the truth the moment I realized I was falling for you, because I was scared you’d see the real me and run. And I hate that I proved you right to be scared.”

You wipe at your face with your sleeve, smearing mascara.

“I’ve been trying to be better. I cut them off. All of them. I’m learning the material on my own because I want to deserve the patience you gave me. I watched that show you love, and I text myself the parts I know you’d point out, just so I can pretend we’re still sharing it. I reread our old messages at night until my eyes burn because it’s the only way I can still hear your voice being kind to me.”

You look up at him, raw and pleading.

“I don’t expect you to forgive me tonight. Or ever. I just needed you to know that none of it was fake after those first weeks. The way I looked at you, the way I held you, the way I said your name when we were alone... that was real. That was me loving you so hard it scared me. And I’m so, so sorry I broke the one person who ever made me feel like I was worth loving back.”

Silence stretches between you.

Armin’s breathing is uneven. His eyes are shining, wet at the corners. He blinks fast, like he’s trying to keep the tears from falling, but one escapes anyway, tracking down his cheek. He doesn’t wipe it away.

He looks small. Smaller than you’ve ever seen him.

“I don’t know what to say,” he whispers finally.

You nod, swallowing the sob in your throat.

“You don’t have to say anything. I just… I had to tell you. One last time. Without excuses. Without asking for anything.”

You take one step back.

“I’ll go,” you say quietly. “I won’t come back unless you want me to. I promise.”

You turn to leave.

“Wait.”

His voice is so soft you almost miss it.

You stop. Don’t turn around yet, afraid hope will shatter you if you look too soon.

Armin’s hand appears in your peripheral vision, trembling as he reaches for the doorframe like it’s the only thing keeping him upright.

“I still don’t know if I can trust this,” he continues. “I still see that video sometimes when I close my eyes. But… hearing you say all that… it’s the first time since everything happened that I didn’t feel like I was the only one hurting.”

He takes a shaky breath.

“I don’t know what happens next. I don’t know if I can… if we can. But I’m not telling you to leave. Not tonight.”

You turn slowly.

His eyes are red-rimmed, cheeks streaked, but he’s looking at you for the first time in weeks.

“Just… come inside,” he says. “For a minute. Sit with me. Please.”

You nod, tears falling faster now.

“Okay.”

He steps aside.

You walk in.

The door closes softly behind you.

You're scared to touch him. You linger by the door while he tries to make his room not look like a mess. Then he turns, seeing you fidgeting with the hem of your shirt and something melts inside of him. He come up to you, just looking down at you for a second before pulling you into his chest, one of his arms around your waist, the other cradling the back of your neck.

You just sob between his arms. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I promise I'll be better. I want to be. I want to be the best for you, Armin. I love you."

He cries silently too. Not really knowing what to say.

"I love you too."

You look up to him instantly. Face red and puffy, blinking fast and not believe that he just said that.

"You do?"

"Of course I do," he says, softer than ever. "I'm sorry I didn't listen to you. And I'm sorry I pushed you away. I shouldn't have."

Your hands come up instinctively, fingers curling into the soft fabric of his hoodie like you're afraid he'll vanish if you don't hold on. He doesn't pull away. Instead his arm around your waist tightens, pulling your body flush against his until there's no room left for doubt or distance.

You bury your face in the crook of his neck, breathing him in. Your tears soak into his collar but he doesn't seem to mind. His own fall quietly into your hair.

For a long minute you just stand there, swaying slightly like you're slow-dancing to music only the two of you can hear. No words. Just the sound of uneven breathing slowly syncing up, heartbeat against heartbeat, the quiet drip of tears hitting fabric.

Eventually he speaks, voice rough and low against your ear.

"I was so scared you'd only ever see me as... that awkward kid from the video. The easy target." His fingers thread gently through your hair, cradling the back of your skull. "Every time I looked at you these past weeks I kept waiting for the moment you'd laugh again. Or get bored. Or realize I wasn't worth keeping."

You shake your head against his throat, hard enough that your nose brushes his pulse point.

"Never," you choke out. "Not once. Not even when you were ignoring me. I just... missed you. Missed this. Missed the way you look at me."

He exhales shakily, lips brushing your temple.

"I missed you too," he admits, so quiet it's almost lost in the sound of your breathing. "Even when I hated that I did."

You pull back just enough to look at him. His cheeks are flushed, lashes clumped with tears, lips parted like he's still trying to catch his breath from saying the words out loud.

Tentatively, you lift one hand to his face. Your thumb traces the wet track down his cheek, then slides to the corner of his mouth. He doesn't flinch. If anything, he leans into the touch like it's the first gentle thing he's felt in weeks.

“I don’t know if it’s the best moment to say this, but your eyes get pretty when you cry,” you whisper, biting your lip. He just smiles, huffing a laugh. Your eyes flicker to his lips instantly. Rosy, slightly chapped from biting them. "Can I...?"

He doesn't answer with words. Instead he closes the last inch between you, pressing his mouth to yours so softly it's barely a kiss at first. Just a question, a trembling reconnection.

You answer by kissing him back the same way: careful, reverent, like you're both remembering how this is supposed to feel.

His hand slides from your neck to cup your jaw, tilting your head so the angle deepens just a fraction. It's still slow, still fragile, but the hesitation starts to melt. Your fingers slide into his hair, tugging gently the way you know makes him sigh against your mouth.

He does.

A small sound escapes him and then he's kissing you like he's starving for it. Like he's been holding his breath for three weeks and you're finally oxygen.

You match him, desperate and tender all at once. Hands roaming his back, clutching at his hoodie, sliding under to find warm skin. His fingers dig into your waist, then slip beneath the hem of your shirt, palms flat against the small of your back like he's anchoring himself.

He pulls both of you to the bed, tongues curling into each other, remembering the taste you missed much. He sits on the bed as you get half on his lap. When you finally break apart it's only because you both need air. 

"I don't want to rush this," he whispers, voice wrecked. "I want to do it right this time. No secrets."

You nod quickly.

"No secrets," you promise.

He kisses the corner of your mouth, then your cheek, then the salty skin beneath your eye.

Armin exhales through his nose, a shaky little sound, and then he’s kissing you again,  hungrier now. His lips catch yours at a new angle like he’s trying to pour every unsaid thing from the last three weeks into your mouth. You open for him immediately, tongue brushing his in a needy slide that makes you both whimper at the same time.

It’s messy almost instantly.

Teeth click once, then twice. You taste salt (yours, his, shared tears) and it only makes you kiss him harder. Your fingers twist in the front of his hoodie, yanking him closer until your chests are crushed together. He groans low in his throat when you suck on his bottom lip, tugging it gently between your teeth before soothing it with your tongue. His hands roam restlessly under your shirt now, palms dragging up your spine, then down again to grip your hips like he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he lets go.

You climb fully into his lap without breaking the kiss, knees bracketing his thighs. The new position presses your heat right against the growing hardness in his sweats and you both freeze for half a second—then moan into each other’s mouths at the same instant.

“Fuck,” he breathes against your lips. “I missed this so much.”

“Me too,” you gasp, rolling your hips once. He jerks beneath you, fingers digging into the soft flesh above your waistband. “Missed you. Missed touching you.”

He answers by kissing you filthier: open-mouthed, sloppy, tongues sliding together with wet sounds that should embarrass you but only make you hotter. You can feel yourself getting slick already, aching, and when you grind down again he chokes on a sound and bucks up instinctively.

You both laugh because it’s ridiculous how desperate you are after only three weeks apart, but the laughter dies fast when his mouth moves to your jaw, then your throat. He sucks a bruise there, not hard enough to hurt, just enough to mark, and you tip your head back with a broken moan.

“Armin—”

He pulls back just enough to look at you. Pupils blown, lips swollen and shiny. “May I…?” His hands slide to the hem of your shirt, waiting.

You nod frantically, lifting your arms. “Yes.”

He peels the fabric off slowly. When your bra is revealed his breath catches. His thumbs brush the lace edges, then higher, circling your nipples through the fabric until they pebble under his touch. You arch into it, whimpering.

“Beautiful,” he murmurs, almost to himself. “You’re so beautiful.”

Then his mouth is on you, kissing down your sternum, between your breasts, nosing at the cup of your bra before taking it off. The first wet heat of his tongue on your nipple makes you cry out, fingers knotting in his hair. He licks slow circles, then sucks, hollowing his cheeks, and you feel the pull straight between your legs.

“Armin, please—”

He switches to the other side, giving it the same attention while his hand slips between you, cupping you over your jeans. The heel of his palm presses right where you need it and you grind down shamelessly, chasing friction.

“Lie back,” he whispers. “Let me take care of you.”

You let him guide you down onto the mattress. He follows, settling between your thighs, kissing every inch of skin he uncovers as he works your jeans and underwear off together. When you’re bare beneath him he just… looks. Eyes tracing every curve, every dip, like he’s re-memorizing you.

Then he lowers himself, shoulders spreading your thighs wider, and presses the softest kiss to your clit.

You sob his name.

He doesn’t tease. Doesn’t make you beg. He just opens his mouth and licks a long, flat stripe from your entrance to your clit, then seals his lips around the sensitive bud and sucks gently.

Your back bows off the bed.

He groans against you like you taste better than anything he’s ever had, the vibration sending sparks up your spine. His tongue works in slow, deliberate circles, then flicks faster, then dips lower to push inside you. You’re dripping, slick coating his chin, and he drinks it like he’s starved. One of his hands finds yours, lacing your fingers together and squeezing tight while the other hooks under your thigh, holding you open.

You come embarrassingly fast—shuddering, crying out, thighs clamping around his ears. He doesn’t stop. Keeps licking you through it, soft and slow now, bringing you down gently until you’re trembling and tugging weakly at his hair.

“God, Armin. Need you inside—”

He kisses your inner thigh once, twice, then crawls back up your body. His sweats are tented obscenely, a dark spot at the front where he’s leaking. You reach for him immediately, shoving the waistband down. His cock springs free (flushed, long, with one thin vein and trimmed blond hair) and you wrap your hand around him, stroking twice.

He drops his forehead to your shoulder with a broken moan. “Shit wait, condom.”

“Drawer, right?” you breathe. “Same place.”

He leans over, fumbles the foil packet open with shaking hands, rolls it on. Then he’s back between your thighs, notching himself at your entrance. He looks down at where you’re joined, then back up at your face, like he needs permission one more time.

You cup his cheek. “I love you.”

His eyes flutter closed. “I love you too.”

Then he pushes in slow, carefully, stretching you inch by inch until he’s buried to the hilt. You both go still, breathing hard against each other’s mouths.

He feels perfect. Like coming home.

You wrap your legs around his waist. “M-move.”

He does—slow rolls at first, dragging out, then back in, letting you feel every ridge, every vein. You cling to him, nails digging into his shoulders, whispering his name like a prayer. He kisses you through it. Deep, filthy kisses that match the rhythm of his hips.

It builds fast.

His thrusts get harder, deeper, the bed creaking under you. One hand slips between your bodies, fingers finding your clit, rubbing tight circles that make your toes curl.

“Armin… gonna—fuuuck fuckfuckfuck”

“Come for me,” he pants against your mouth. “Please, want to feel you ah!—”

You shatter around him with a broken cry, pulsing, clenching, dragging him down with you. He fucks you through it, chasing his own release until he buries himself deep and comes with a wrecked groan, hips stuttering, face pressed to your neck.

You hold each other after.

Sweaty. Shaking. Breathing like you’ve run miles.

He doesn’t pull out right away. Just stays inside you, softening slowly, kissing your temple, your cheek, the corner of your mouth.

“Hah. I forgot how hard you clench when you cum,” Armin muttered with his breath ragged. 

He slides out of you, making you feel empty. But he keeps you close, resting on your side and pulling you into his chest. He kisses the top of your head, his lips lingering

"I've been sleeping like shit without you."

"Me too," you admit, almost shy. "The bed feels too big."

He pulls back just enough to meet your eyes and grabs your chin to kiss you again. You don't say anything when Armin gets up from the bed, taking your underwear from the ground and helping you dress up. He doesn't ask when he pulls your favorite shirt of his out of his drawer and he puts it to you.

"I'm... I still don't trust you at all," he says slowly.

"I know. I know, it's okay." You nod, letting him guide you back into his chest.

"But we can try again. I want to try again."

a/n: there are some parts that i love, other that i hate idk how to feel about this

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then vs. now

[wisteria-lotus]

Hidden Confessions

Written by: wisteria

Edited by: lotus

Content. MDNI :nsfw!, 18+, fluff, slight angst, smut, explicit language, vaginal fingering, breast play, unprotected sex (tell us if we missed anything!)

Sorcerer AU

Pairing:Fushiguro Megumi x fem! Reader

(Childhood friends to lovers)

(all characters aged up!)

August 14th, 2007

You looked at all the other kids your age, playing around and having fun. Laughing and screaming as they played tag endlessly. While you, a six and A HALF year old, were talking to your very first friend you made when you moved to this unfamiliar town. That first friend being, Tsumiki, Tsumiki Fushiguro. “Tsumiki!” you would shout, each time you would see her at the playground nearest to your house. Yet, this time a grumpy boy was next to her, with jet black hair, sharp eyes, and a very intimidating mood to him. Tsumiki soon introduced him, her younger brother, Megumi Fushiguro. Though at first he was scary, it’s right to like people that Tsumiki likes, if she likes something, you would. If she didn’t like something, you wouldn’t like it. She was your role model, someone who first approached you. And so, with the built up courage, you approached. “Hello! My name is Y/N. I’m six and a half!” which was actually the standard first-time greeting for kids your age. Pushing your hand forward like an adult for a hand shake, awkward seconds passed until he finally spoke,“ Fushiguro Megumi. five years old” his voice monotone without a hint of the joys you hear from the other boys. “Sorry, He’s not very…social.” Tsumiki quickly said after the cold greeting his brother had given you, followed by an awkward laugh from her.  Although he was a bit odd, you would have to like him, since Tsumiki did as well.

September 5th, 2006

You found out some details about him, but not from him of course, all from Tsumiki. One thing you learned was that he liked to read, since that was usually all he did when you three were hanging out, even when you attempted  to talk to him. you noticed that he likes to eat food that's well paired with ginger, for some odd reason, especially for someone who’s only six years old. Yet you let it slide, since Tsumiki didn’t mind. The one memory you remember would be the one where you were playing hide and seek with Tsumiki, while megumi was reading a book filled with tiny words, which you knew barely nothing of, you had been caught from hiding and started to run away from Tsumiki, where she was the tagger, yet you tripped on a uneven pavement tile, making you scrape your knee. It stung a lot, especially since it was basically solid concrete, your eyes burning a little, but trying not to cry. Megumi was there, rummaging through his backpack and walking towards you with a blank face, crouching down to see the injury. You were surprised he had even seen you fall at this point. While Tsumiki was worried about you but also adoring the little interaction you two were having. Megumi taking out an alcohol wipe to clean the scrape, those ones you would see at the doctors when they were cleaning your wound that would sting like you had been hit by a car. You were terrified. “Noooo!!!! Not the wipe!!” You whined with slightly watery eyes. Megumi looked up at you and sighed. “It’s not gonna hurt”, was what he said, but that was a big lie, a big fat lie. Because right when it touched your skin, it stung. You bit your lip, maybe enough for it to bleed, not wanting to be known as a crybaby in front of Tsumiki and Megumi. The pain did subside though with the help of the plain band aid that covered your once exposed wound. You were a bit bummed out it wasn’t any of your favorite band aids, like the one with hello kitty on it, but you’ll accept, just because he’s Tsumiki’s beloved younger brother. “Thank you!” you said to him after he had put the band aid on, your nose red from the attempt to not cry. He stood up and turned around after, you swore you saw a glimpse of him smiling when he turned. But you were four, how would you remember?

November 23rd, 2006

The last day you saw the Fushiguro siblings, you were waiting for them at the playground, the same time you guys usually meet. Yet, after 15 minutes passed, they were nowhere to be seen. . So, you decided to walk towards their house to check on them , only to see people moving things. . ‘Huh.’ is what popped up in your head that day. Then, Tsumiki and Megumi began to walk out and get into a car, one you have never seen being used by the two of them.  There was also a peculiar tall white haired man going into the car with Tsumiki and Megumi.  But, the people moving boxes from their house only meant one thing: they were moving. You couldn’t wrap your head around the fact that they hadn’t even told you. A trickle of teardrops fell down your cheeks and your sleeves were stained from rubbing the tears off your face. . Megumi turned back, feeling someone staring and saw you, crying, the same expression that he wore that day when you had scraped your knee. Megumi gave you one last look before turning back to get inside the car, where Tsumiki was already in. That day was the last day you saw those two. The last day they would be there to play with you. The last day you saw the Fushiguros.

January 1st,2017

January 1st, 2017, was the day you almost died. Frozen in place from seeing the gruesome monster in front of you. ‘What the hell’, was your only thoughts that momentYou couldn’t move and broke out in cold sweat, because of the ‘thing’ in front of you that was eating a… human limb?! . Blood splattered on the walls, the floors and you could hear the horrible noise and crunch of the monster chewing on the bones. . ‘Run. run. Run. run,’ you screamed internally to yourself,but for some reason, you couldn’t. Then, in the flash of an eye,  someone came in and punched it. You saw a glimpse of bright pink hair and brown eyes. You finally staggered back. It was gone..? How?

The boy looked over at you, kinda like a very curious puppy, “You can see it?”

“What?”

“The curse, like the ugly one”

“Y-yes…”

He smiled, like a big beam of sun, so warming.

“I better tell Gojo about this. You're gonna be my classmate!”

He pulled his hand out forward even though it was still covered in the goo.

“Oh-” 

He wiped it after noticing it though.

“My name is Yuuji Itadori.”

That’s how it started. How you had started your training of becoming a jujutsu sorcerer.

January 3rd,2017

You could hear Yuji talking, his voice a bit muffled, mixed with the voice of a girl. It was nerve wracking how a girl who was attending a regular high school transferred to one in the mountains, also finding out that she had some weird curse technique of some sort that you still can’t figure out yourself. ‘Here it goes’ you thought. Taking a big breath and finally sliding the door open, walking in. “This is our new student! y/n!”  your teacher, Gojo, said with a big smile.

You lifted your head up finally, to see one girl with short brown hair, slicked to the side, Yuji Itadori, and… Fushiguro..Megumi. You found out the girl’s name was Kugisaki Nobora. She was pretty cheerful, like Yuji. Then there wasMegumi, the same Megumi from eleven years ago, the same one who gave you the bandaid on your knee that day. So, you being you, you tried to approach him again.  A small spark of hope grew inside you that Megumi would say something back. Anything.  But, as expected, he just walked away, crushing any lasting hope that you had into ashesUntil you met him in the hallways while going back to your dorm.

“Megumi.”

He looked at you, his hands in his pockets, with that same blank expression.

“How’s tsumiki?” you asked, since that was the first thing that popped into your head. 

That's when it hit him. The sad look on his face when you mentioned her name. He looked away for a moment. The whole mood just got brought down even more. He finally just crumbled, the once stone statue crumbled in an instant. He crouched down on the ground covering his face while his body was shaking. You quickly went down knowing that something had probably happened. 

“Megumi?”

You tried to put your hand on his back but he quickly swatted it away. His face getting revealed, tears rolling down his delicate green eyes. He was crying, in front of you. He felt warmth the next second, your arms wrapped around him, making him finally give in and cry it all out. He was hurt. 

“Oh..it's going to be alright..”

But he shook his head covering his face on your shoulders.

What had really happened?

January 4th-5th, 2017

This was themost awkward situation you’ve ever been in. sparring with THE Fushiguro megumi, and after last night seeing him like that?! You gave Nobora the saddest face, mouthing to her, ”please get me out.” You had gotten beat up quite a bit after the sparring session. You walked towards Yuji and Nobora for comfort.

“Does he usually hit so hard..” you groaned

“What.? He went so easy on you!” Yuji said

“WHAT.”

There was no way he would go easy on you. Why would he? 

You thought about that for some time, no, the whole day, and you made the conclusion, it’s probably because Tsumiki said something..

But what really happened to her that made him break down like that last night..?

So you went up to your sensei, finding out the horrifying news to which would make you break down too if you were in megumi’s shoes. Tsumiki fell into a coma. 

The next day, you didn’t really process things well. Yuji would be talking to you head on, yet you were in another world. The whole day.

October 5th, 2023

It’s been years, and Tsumiki was still in a coma. Well, she was in front of you after all, laying down in the hospital for god knows how long. Megumi besides you, just looking down. You guys have gotten closer throughout the years though. Knowing each other's hobbies and sorts.  One wet droplet fell on the blanket of Tsumiki’s and you looked to your right. He was crying, just like that day, his fluttering eyelashes slightly clumped together from his tears. Even if he was crying, he was still drop dead gorgeous. You really didn’t know what to do in this situation except to hug him, when the feeling of deja vu hit you. “It’s gonna be okay..” you said repeatedly, even though you wouldn’t know half the pain he felt. 

“Y/N.. it hurts.” 

“I know..” 

You regret saying those words right when it came out of your mouth, you knew you were lying, you could never feel how hurt he was.

Him crying like that, was what ended you up in the bar, drinking to your heart's content with him. The beer bottles out on the table from others, the bustling restaurant and the drunk workers talking to each other. Other college students having a party for who knows what. But what really concerned you was Megumi’s drinking skills. You could handle maybe 3 quarters of a bottle at most. But he couldn't even handle half. He was already confessing to you about how even though he looked like he hated Gojo sensei, he was grateful that he had a home thanks to him. Just hearing that made you sober.  Telling you how Yuji and Nobora were actually the first people after you to talk to him without being scared. Soon after his rants, he  fell asleep. This led you to having his arms on your shoulders, carrying him into his apartment (you found his keys in his pocket). Clacking your shoes off the front door, finally, you just have to make it to the couch. One step, two step, three.. You felt a hand creep to your waist, pulling you down with him, you landed with a big oof on the couch. 

“y/n.”

You were only mere inches away, you could feel his minty breath against you. While he nuzzled his head against the crook of your neck. 

“Megumi, you're drunk..”

He shook his head.

“Mm..shut up.”

He raised his head up to see your face. His delicate eyelashes flutter to admire you. Oh. he was close. Too close. You were sure it was the alcohol making your ears heated as well as your face. It had to be. 

“I should go-”

He cut you off with a kiss, one so gentle but so alluring. Geez, it had to be the alcohol. Even from breaking the kiss once his lips kept on coming back to yours, like a magnet. You knew he was smart, which was probably how his tongue slid into your mouth, and how his hand slid up your sweater. His hands were cold, unclasping your bra while you were still distracted with the ongoing kisses. Your nipples perked up, while he squeezed and played with it like the little remotes on the claw machines and then that slick feeling in your panties. His other hand creeped to play with your clothed folds.

“You're making me go insane..”  his voice was raspy yet it made your body shake.

 His lips made its way down to your neck, sucking on it. It didn’t make the mess in your panties get better at all, it made it worse. His fingers rubbing your still-clothed clit gently, as you couldn't keep in your moans ever since the beginning anyways, but now it had only gotten louder. The noises filled the room, casting a heated mood. The wet noises of his fingers going in and out of you while your moans filled his ears. How did it even turn out like this? What was more insane was how Megumi looked under you. You knew he was skillful with his hands, after all, he uses it for summoning his shikigamis, but not in this way. Not the way to make your body shudder and feel all tingly when he kept rubbing and thrusting his fingers inside. The light scent of his perfume matched him perfectly. It was all so intimate to you. How his hands roamed around leaving sparks of excitement. Lifting up your clothes from your body swiftly, taking off your panties, while his lips trailing red marks.

“Do you like it?”

Yet your mouth wouldn’t help you reply at all. Only moans coming out. His fingers thrust into you from each breath you take. You were close. Your insides tighten around his fingers, making his dick harden from thinking about the pure ecstasy of his dick inside you instead of his fingers. 

“I’m gonna-” but the last word wouldn’t come out.

“Say it for me” his voice slightly seductive from his usually cold tone of voice. 

“Im gonna cum-” which was followed by a loud moan and your back arching.

His two fingers getting drenched in your cum was such a sight. His eyes filled with raw desire, erupting butterflies in your stomach. 

“Fuck. y/n..”

Even after you came you wanted more, like a magnet for him. You wanted him, no, you needed him. Even though after this your friendship may become a ruin, you wouldn't care less after seeing his dick bulging out of his gray- black boxers. Leading to you trying to put his length inside of you, tempting to megumi. Moaning continuously from each inch getting swallowed deeper inside you. Your hands on his chest while sucked your hard nipples, saliva dripping down your chest. It was so tempting for him to just bring his hands to your waist and thrust you down onto him, but he had some self control. Slowly thrusting up and down from him, squelching noises filling the room. Shit, he really couldn’t help himself anymore. So his hands were brought up to our waist finally pushing your waist up and down.

“Ahn-!” gasping from the surprise of how deep and quick he went.

He flipped you over and started to thrust deeper while occupying your mouth with sloppy, deep kisses. 

“Your tightening around me so much, y/n..ngh-” his groan was even beautiful to you.

His sweat making his body glisten in the dim lighting.  The creaking of the couch was unnoticeable to what was already happening. 

“Megumi, megumi-!” His name spewing out of your mouth from each thrust was melodic. Everything was so sensitive to you, as if your senses were heightened. You thought, at this point his dick would be shaped inside you. His grip on your waist tightening more as he thrust into you deeper, making you already loud moans even louder. 

“I love you for being so damn stupid” thrust “stubborn” thrust “annoying”

Your walls clenching around him, making you cum for the second time, making a grunt spill out of his mouth. His dick getting pulled out quickly while his cum shot onto you. A gasp leaving your mouth from his withdrawal, while your clit throbs from the previous orgasm. He fell next to you on the couch to regain his composure, panting while sweat dripped down his handsome sculpted face. 

After a few minutes you finally realized what mess you made with him as well as what you did with him, first of all. Yet he was unfazed, I mean after all he confessed to you his long burrowed feeling for you while you guys were…  In the corner of his eyes he saw you slap your face to get yourself out of the trance, making him chuckle a little. Bringing some wipes and cleaning the evidence of what had happened. His touch was soft and gentle, who wouldn’t fall for a man like him. 

“I love you too, megumi.”

He looked up at you in slight surprise, “what did you say?”

“I love you, megumi”

You saw the slight pink rise up on his face as well as his ears, and you couldn’t help but smile.

He just continued to help you, but you already knew he loved you as much as you did him. 

[buniebaby]

𐙚 SWEET MORNINGS 𐙚

synopsis: Megumi, your son, wakes you and your husband up different than usual.

cw: fluff, husband! toji, sweet talking

an: I'm literally doing random characters I don't know why.

"Mommy? daddy?"

soft footsteps were heard tip toeing towards the large king-sized bed. Megumi, being a 4-year-old boy, stretched out his neck to see if his parents were still fast asleep.

"mamaaa"

the little boy tried multiple times to climb onto their bed, took him awhile but managed. sitting on his knees and watching his parent's chest slowly go up and back down. he crawled over to his father's side and started to poke his face.

"daddyyy wake up."

seeing as his method did not work, Megumi had thought of another plan. moving away from his father and to the edge of the bed, Megumi stood up and stumbled a bit.

steading himself Megumi was planning on jumping up and down or maybe even launching himself forward to intervene between his parents. Doing just that, Megumi had started to jump, jump and jump.

"weee"

"M-Megumi"

y/n had rolled over to face where her 4-year-old boy had started to move their bed. sitting up y/n grabbed her son and sat him on her lap.

"What are you doing awake mister?"

"I don't know I just wake up, mommy I'm boredd"

"I know baby, but mommy and daddy are trying to sleep."

"Yea you little rat"

Toji grumbled as he to sat up and stretched open his arms, rubbing his eyes to clear his vision.

"daddy go back to sleep, me and mommy are talking."

"Huh? what'd ya say you little buggar"

laughter erupted through the room as Toji had grabbed a hold of his son and started tickling the crap out of him.

y/n watched her two boys, laughing and giggling as they whisper secrets against each other, happy that she has found her perfect story.

[sailorsenshigifs]

[jeankirsteinsgrlfrnd]

husband!! armin arlert headcanons

- absolute blubbering mess at the end of the aisle. the tears could not be contained

- insists that you get your ring cleaned/polished regularly

- “have we really been married for [x amount] of days already?”

- your household together is the most peaceful thing either of you have ever known

- created a scrap book entirely compiled of wedding photos (most of them are of you)

- is interested in renewing vows

- “since i’m your husband now, let me do this for you”

- gazes at his wedding band when he zones out

- ‘happy wife is a happy life’ is this man’s motto

- gave you the most shy kiss after y’all said i do

- got drunk at the reception and then gave a speech about how much he loves you

- dedicates a day every week to have a little date night

- really wants you to have his baby but wants you to make that decision when/if you’re ready

[catcrumb]

[sunarc]

Based on this nsfw audio

Boys who absolutely lose themselves when they sink their cock into your pussy. They go from being this beefy big scary man to a whimpering moaning mess. He has his face shoved into the crook of your neck while his hands grip your legs spreading them apart so he can shove himself deeper inside of you. His whimpers are so loud and anyone outside of you would never think that he would lose himself whimpering begging you to let him cum inside of you. 

“Oh fuck please baby let me make you mine baby please” he pants breathlessly into your ear. 

His moans sound so pretty paired with his wild thrust. He can barely think straight. The only thought that plagues his mind is how good your pussy feels sucking his cock in. He sounds like a broken record whining for you begging for your pussy. 

“Feels so good baby I- I cant stop” he stutters out barely able to form a dull sentence. 

He’s so pussy drunk off of you. His fingers dig into your skin as he plunges his cock into, fucking you as if he were feral. 

“Mine, Mine Mine” he chants like a choir. 

Your moans mix in with his creating a tune he never wants to forget. Moments like this he can’t help but fuck himself into overstimulation. He just loves the feeling of your warmth sucking him in, creating loud wet noises to match his reckless thrust. His voice is shaky as he whimpers about how good your pussy feels. His hands push your thighs up folding you into a mating press so that he can see how perfect your pussy looks sucking him in. He’s so mesmerized by the sight. The way your pussy creams around his cock creating a mess he promises to clean up with his tongue. 

“My pretty baby” his eyes are wide and filled with lust. 

He’s long gone consumed by the pleasure. His hips slam against yours as he promises himself to you whispering and begging you to let him be yours. To anyone else he’s a scary man looks like he could kill you with his stare alone but to you he’s a sweet baby who just needs to have his cock shoveled deep inside of you to feel good. 

“Fuck I’m gonna cum baby please can I cum in your pretty pussy please let me cum” his eyes are squeezed shut while he fucks his cock so deep into you, you can barely think straight yourself. You nod your head too weak to speak. He throws his head back whimpering a sighing thanking you for being his good baby. When he cums he gets louder. He grunts and whimpering trembling as his cock dips in and out of you while his cum drips down the side. He slips his cock out of you gasping at the sudden release from your hole. He kneels down licking a long strip of the cum that drools down between your folds. 

“Let me help clean you up baby, promise I’ll do a good job”

Gojo, Megumi, Yuta, Atsumu, Suna, Iwaizumi, Sugawara, Oikawa, Connie, Armin, Jean

[shiftingparadise]

Good morning angel (Armin x Reader)

Okay so, this is one where reader and Armin are in love :3 I really wanted to write one about Armin. I think he's so sweet and caring, I just love him 😩 I hope you enjoy this one!

Word Count: 3920

‘Shit, shit, shit’, you grunted, ‘I need to get out of here’, you desperately looked around. You couldn’t see anyone. The only thing you saw were smoke signals in the distance and Titans. You tried to get up, but your leg was broken. Desperately trying to ignore the sharp pain, you got up and limped towards a tree. ‘The only thing I can do is fire a smoke signal, but I don’t want anyone to get hurt just because of me’, you looked at the ground, sweat was dripping from your forehead on the green grass underneath your feet. Your gear was broken, making it impossible for you to flee or hide if a Titan appeared. You let out a deep sigh, ‘Well, I guess this is it’, you chuckled, ‘Might as well admire the sunset’, you placed yourself on the ground. You started debating whether you would fire a signal in the air, but you decided not to. Everyone was too far away, and if someone were to return for you, they would need to go through an entire army of Titans, making it almost impossible not to get injured or killed. ‘Why did I pass out’, you smacked your hand against your forehead, ‘They probably thought I was dead’. Suddenly you could feel the ground shaking, ‘H-huh?’, you widened your eyes in fear. You could see the Armored Titan running in the distance, he was heading your way, ‘Tsk, great’, you rolled your eyes, ‘Just what I needed’, you slowly got up, you knew it was Reiner. That was what this mission was all about, to retrieve Eren, and Mikasa did. The Corps safely got Eren and Krista back, but at the end some stupid Titan managed to grab your leg, holding you upside down like a damn puppet. You cut of his fingers, causing it to make you fall onto the ground, that’s when you lost your consciousness. The last thing you saw was Reiner and Ymir getting overrun by Titans, you knew they wouldn’t be killed, but you hoped they were already gone. ‘How long was I unconscious anyway’, you whispered to yourself, ‘Never mind that, I need to get out of here before Reiner sees me’, you limped into the forest.

‘Where’s Y/N?’, Armin jumped off his horse, desperately searching for you. ‘The last time I saw her a Titan dropped her onto the ground, I tried to get to her, but Eren-‘, she looked at Eren before talking again ‘She didn’t move’, Mikasa said quietly. Levi was staring in the distance, ‘Do you think she was dead?’. ‘H-huh?’, Mikasa turned around, ‘I-I think so’. ‘Why didn’t you tell us she needed us?’, Levi looked at her, ‘B-because-‘, ‘Because you were too damn busy with Eren’, Jean clenched his jaw. ‘Oi, stop blaming her!’, Eren raised his voice, ‘Nobody else noticed Y/N was in trouble!’. ‘No one is blaming her’, Levi looked coldly at Eren, ‘I just asked her why she didn’t tell us’. ‘I’m going back’, Armin jumped back on his horse, ‘I’m coming with you!’, Jean quickly replied. ‘No, even if she was still alive, she’ll be dead by now’, Levi looked at the two of them. ‘It’s almost dark, maybe she managed to hide somewhere-‘, Armin looked at Levi. ‘I’m sorry Armin, I know she was your friend’, Levi looked into Armin’s eyes. Armin looked down at his horse, ‘I’m sorry Captain, I’m going to look for her’, without thinking Armin turned his horse around and started heading towards the forest, ‘W-wait Armin!’, Jean cried out before following him. ‘Armin!’, Eren looked at the two of them, ‘I’m going after them’, Eren balled his fists. ‘No, this whole mission was to get you back, if you go and something happens to you, all those deaths were for nothing’, Levi looked at Eren. Eren knew the Captain was right, even though he wanted nothing more than to go with Armin and Jean, he knew he couldn’t. ‘I’ll go’, Mikasa said softly, ‘No one is going. Armin and Jean already disobeyed orders’, Hange emerged from the distance, ‘The chance she’s still alive is small’, she said in sad tone. Connie’s gaze met Sasha’s, they gave a quick nod to each other, ‘I’m sorry Commander, we’re going’, they got up on their horse, ‘Y/N would do the same for us’. Hange widened her eyes in surprise, ‘I admire your loyalty, but I’m your comma-‘, ‘I’m sorry Commander’, Connie saluted her before hopping on his horse, ‘Come on Sasha’, they went after Armin and Jean. ‘Well, that’s how much respect they have for us’, Levi sighed, ‘I should beat the crap out of them’. Hange was still looking surprised before laughing, ‘It’s already dark out, they’ll be alright’, Hange headed back inside. ‘Tsk’, Levi followed Hange before turning back around, ‘You’re coming with me’, he aggressively walked towards Eren, grabbing him by his arm, ‘I don’t want you to get any funny ideas’, he pulled Eren behind him. Mikasa tried to keep her composure, ‘Who does that shorty think he is’, she thought to herself.

‘Armin, Jean!’, Connie yelled out. ‘H-huh?’, Armin looked behind him, ‘Sasha? Connie? What are you doing?’. ‘We’re coming with you!’, Sasha replied while catching up with them. ‘B-but the Captain’, Jean looked at Sasha, ‘Y/N would do the same for us’, Sasha had an insecure smile on her face.

‘H-huh’, Armin widened his eyes, ‘Her gear, it’s here’, he got off his horse. ‘Oi Y/N?’, Jean called out your name. Armin was frowning, ‘She’s not here anymore’, he looked at Jean. ‘Wait, what do you mean?’, Connie tilted his head. Armin looked at the giant footprints in the ground, ‘Reiner’s got her’. ‘Reiner?’, Sasha’s voice was shaking, ‘How do you know?’. Armin looked at Sasha, ‘Her gear is broken, so she probably took it off to hide since she was hurt, the weight of the gear would’ve only slowed her down. She knew there was nothing she could do but to hide, so she tried to get away, but Reiner probably saw her and-‘, Armin stopped talking. ‘Why would Reiner take Y/N?’, Connie asked. ‘I- I don’t know’, Armin was looking at your gear, ‘We need to get back and tell Hange and Levi’, he got back up on his horse, ‘There’s nothing we can do’, Armin said softly.

‘Oi Reiner, what the hell do you think you’re doing?’, you looked at him, he was making a fire, he didn’t respond. ‘Tch’, you looked at Ymir, ‘How does it feel to betray everyone Ymir?’. Ymir smirked, ‘How does it feel like to be my next meal?’. ‘Ymir, stop saying things like that’, Bertholt replied. Ymir rolled her eyes, ‘Why did you save her, Reiner?’. Reiner was looking at the fire, ‘I couldn’t let her die’, he said softly. ‘Oi, why not? She can’t come with us’, Ymir snapped back. ‘I know’, Reiner looked at you, he could see you were shaking. ‘Bertholt hand me my blanket please’, Bertholt started grasping behind him, ‘Here Reiner’, ‘Thanks’, Reiner stood up and walked towards you. ‘Here’, he gave you the blanket, ‘I don’t need your charity’, you snapped at him. ‘You’re freezing’, Reiner threw the blanket on top of your lap, ‘Just wrap it around you, I can’t stand to hear your teeth gritting anymore, Reiner turned back around. ‘How’s your leg?’, Bertholt asked, ‘Fine’, you lied. You didn’t want to show any weakness towards them. ‘If you don’t mind, I can make some sort of cast to put around your leg? To make sure it doesn’t heal in the wrong way’, Bertholt said softly. ‘Like I said, I don’t need help from traitors’, you looked at Bertholt. Ymir got up, ‘Oi Y/N, if you didn’t know already, Reiner saved your life’, she looked at you, ‘If it were up to me, you would’ve starved to death in that forest’, she raised her voice. ‘What? You expect me to thank him? To thank Bertholt? To thank the people who made a whole in the wall all those years ago, killing hundreds of people?’, you chuckled, ‘They betrayed you too Ymir! I don’t understand why you suddenly switched sides, but it disgusts me’, you looked at her. ‘Ymir let it go’, Reiner interrupted, ‘We can’t expect her to understand’. ‘Let’s go to sleep’, Bertholt quietly said, ‘I’m tired’. ‘Do we need to take shifts to watch her?’, Ymir looked at you from the corner of her eyes. ‘I don’t think that’s necessary, she can’t go far with her leg’ Reiner shrugged his shoulders, ‘And if she wants to, let her. She’s not our prisoner’, he said softly before laying on the ground. Bertholt and Ymir grabbed their blankets, ‘Oi Y/N, lay down’, Ymir looked at you with one eye open. You sighed while wrapping the blanket around you. After an hour, you could hear Ymir snoring. You looked at Reiner, who was laying on the cold ground, you started to feel bad. ‘Reiner?’, you said softly, ‘What?’, he grunted, ‘I don’t need your blanket, it’s yours anyway’, you whispered. ‘H-huh?’, he sat up straight. ‘I can’t stand to see you laying on the cold ground’, you hated yourself for being this soft, but you couldn’t help it. You and Reiner were once friends. ‘No really, it’s fine’, he turned his back towards you, ‘Go to sleep Y/N’, Reiner closed his eyes again.

You turned on your side with the blanket firmly wrapped around you. You started to think about the others, how they were probably having some kind of meeting about another mission. ‘Do they think I’m dead?’, you thought to yourself. You started to imagine how sad Armin would be. Your heart started to crumble at the thought of him. Before the last mission, you and Armin got into a fight about him being too jealous and insecure about your feelings for him. You didn’t want to tell anyone you were seeing each other in secret, but Armin didn’t understand why. You remembered Armin yelling at you, ‘If you’re embarrassed for me just tell me Y/N, I don’t see the point in meeting you at night anymore, we’ve been doing this for a year!’, Armin had tears in his eyes. ‘I’m not embarrassed Armin, I just don’t want people to know yet’, you yelled back. ‘You just don’t want Jean to know, right?’, Armin said softly, ‘Wait, what has Jean to do with this?’, you tilted your head. ‘I-I’ve seen how he looks at you’, Armin looked at his feet, ‘You don’t know what he says about you when you’re not around’. ‘Armin, you can’t be serious’, you said in disbelieve, ‘I’m in love with you, not with Jean! I can’t believe you're jealous of him’, you raised your hands in despair before storming off. You opened your eyes again,you noticed the fire was almost out. You hated yourself for ignoring Armin before the mission, even though he tried desperately to talk to you.

Armin always tried to make it up to you when you two had a fight, you on the other hand never did, not once. You started to understand how you didn’t appreciate Armin enough, he always did everything for you. You started to smile when thinking about your first kiss with him, how shy he was. ‘Can’t sleep, huh?’, you hadn’t noticed that Reiner was staring at the fire too, ‘No’, you coldly replied. ‘Let me take care of your leg, please’, he whispered. ‘F-fine’, you sighed. Reiner’s eyes widened in surprise before he quietly got up, ‘It’s going to hurt a little’, he said softly, ‘I know’, you sighed while looking at the stars in the sky.

‘They can’t have gotten far Commander Hange’, Armin looked at her, ‘If they have her, they won’t be able to move very fast. They’ve got no horses, and I’m sure they’re too exhausted after today’s battle to transform again’. Hange looked out of the window, ‘You all disobeyed orders today’, she turned to look at the four cadets, they all were looking at the ground, ‘But since you’re just loyal to your friend, I’m willing to forgive you’. ‘Levi’, Hange looked at him, Levi was standing against the wall, ‘You’ll lead their squad, make sure to get her back. Maybe she’ll have extra information about Titans’. ‘Fine’, Levi sighed, ‘Get on your horses, we’ll need to move now’. ‘A-ai Captain’, Armin quickly responded.

Somehow you managed to fall asleep after Reiner placed a cast around your leg, you could see the sun had started to rise. ‘Reiner wake up!’, you could hear Bertholt was panicking, ‘What’s wrong?’, Reiner looked at him. ‘Ymir saw Levi’s squad scouting around this area’. Reiner quickly got up, ‘We need to move’, he picked you up. ‘Reiner, no let me go!’, you yelled out, ‘I don’t want to come with you, please let me go back with them’, you begged desperately, ‘Levi will find me’. ‘Reiner, we need to go!’, Ymir looked at Reiner. ‘I can’t leave you here, what if he doesn’t? You’ll starve to death’, he looked concerned. ‘He’ll find me, please let me go!’, you started to punch him. ‘I can’t’, Reiner whispered while throwing you over his shoulder. ‘Let go, Reiner!’, you punched him while crying.

‘H-huh? I can hear her!’, Armin said to Levi. ‘Ai, she doesn’t sound happy’, Levi looked in the distance. ‘Tch, if they did something to her-‘, Jean started riding towards your voice. ‘Everyone, follow Jean’, Levi ordered.

‘Why can’t you just let me go!’, you cried out, ‘I don’t want to come with you’. ‘Oi Y/N, stop yelling’, Ymir looked at you, ‘If you don’t, I’ll make you’. ‘Shut up Ymir!’, you snapped back. ‘That’s it’, Ymir walked towards Reiner, ‘Ymir stop’, Reiner looked at her, ‘Keep moving forward’. You could hear Ymir murmuring to herself.

‘There! I can see them!’, Sasha yelled, ‘Y/N!’, Armin called out your name. ‘H-huh?’, you looked up. ‘Armin!’, you smiled. ‘Reiner leave her!’, Ymir yelled, ‘Reiner’, Bertholt looked at him, ‘We need to keep moving, you have to make a decision, now!’. ‘There’s no place for her where were going Reiner’, Ymir was clenching her jaw. Reiner closed his eyes, ‘I’m sorry Y/N, I only wanted to make sure you were alright’, he carefully placed you on the ground. ‘Reiner, leave her alone!’, Jean yelled while riding towards him. ‘Please forgive me’, Reiner looked at you, ‘Reiner come on!’, Ymir and Bertholt had already started to run again. You looked up at him, ‘Please Y/N’, he said desperately. ‘I-I forgive you’, you said softly. You knew that Reiner wasn’t a bad person, even though he did some terrible things. When you looked into his eyes, you noticed how he much he hated himself for doing the things he did. You could almost see the guilt pressing down on his shoulders every time you looked at him. A small smile appeared on his face, ‘Thank you Y/N’, he quickly placed a small kiss on your cheek, ‘Please stay safe’, he whispered before running after Ymir and Bertholt. ‘Y/N! Are you alright?’, Jean jumped off his horse. Armin and the Captain quickly followed. ‘Captain, do we need to go after them?’, Connie asked. ‘No, there’s not much we can do if they decide to turn into their filthy Titan forms’, Levi looked at them disappearing in the distance. Jean helped you up, ‘Y-your leg’, ‘Don’t worry about it’, you said softly. ‘Y/N’, you could see Armin standing next to Jean, ‘D-did they hurt you?’. You wanted nothing more than to hug Armin, to tell him how much you regretted the fight, how much you’ve missed him, but you didn’t. Instead, you shook your head while looking at the ground. Armin turned his back towards you, walking back to his horse. You knew you had hurt him by being so distant. ‘I’ll help you get on my horse’, Jean said softly while picking you up. ‘Thanks Jean’, you replied.

Once you got back to Headquarters, Hange made sure your leg would heal properly and gave you crutches, so you could walk a little better. After you explained to Hange and Levi what happened, there was nothing for you to do but to lay in bed. You felt restless, guilty for treating Armin the way you did. You decided to head over to his room.

You could feel your heart racing when you knocked on his door, ‘Come in’, his soft voice melted your heart. You slowly opened his door. Armin was reading something on his bed. ‘Y/N’, he quickly laid down his book, ‘You need to rest’, he said softly. ‘I love you Armin’, you whispered. ‘H-huh?’, Armin widened his eyes. ‘I’m so sorry for treating you the way I did, I don’t want to keep this a secret anymore. When I was away, the only one I could think of was you. I’ve been treating you so bad, and I can’t tell you how sorry I am’, tears started streaming down your cheeks. ‘N-no Y/N, please stop crying’, Armin quickly walked over to you, ‘Please, I can’t stand to see you like this’, he carefully wiped the tears from your face. ‘Where are your crutches?’, Armin looked down at your leg. ‘I-I’m not using them’, you said softly, ‘You’re always so stubborn’, Armin guided you to his bed. ‘Armin, I don’t want to keep this a secret anymore’, you looked at him. ‘What made you change your mind?’, he was looking at his book. Armin sounded more cold than usual, ‘Did Jean reject you?’, he looked at you. ‘A-are you serious right now?’, you whispered, ‘I-I just told you that I love you, you know how hard it is for me to say something like that’. ‘Then why did you ignore me today? I could’ve taken care of you, no, I should’ve taken care of you. Instead, you ignored me and let Jean take care of you. You really hurt me today’, he said quietly. ‘I-I was ashamed of myself’, you whispered. ‘I’ve known you for so long’, Armin looked at you, ‘Yet, it often feels like I don’t know you at all Y/N. You always hide your feelings. I never know what you’re thinking or how you’re feeling. I never had trouble opening up to you’. ‘B-but that’s who I am, I try my best to open up to you’, you raised your voice, ‘I know I’m a bad person, I know I should’ve treated you better, but Jean, no… No one means anything to me, I only want you Armin’, you could feel your heart aching. Armin didn’t respond, ‘Please Armin’, you softly placed your hand on his. ‘Don’t worry’, a small smiled appeared on his face, ‘I can’t leave you, even if I wanted to. You have my heart’, he looked at you. ‘A-and you have mine’, you almost whispered. Armin placed a small kiss on your lips, ‘I’m sorry for being so jealous, I just- I want everyone to know you’re mine’, he stroked the back of your head. ‘You’re so pretty, and everyone always talks about you and how they would do almost everything to get a kiss from you’, he sighed, ‘You know how hard it is for me to not tell them you’re already taken?’. ‘I never wanted anyone but you Armin’, you placed a kiss on his cheek, ‘D-do you love me too?’, you nervously scratched your arm. Armin started to chuckle, ‘W-what?’, you looked at him. ‘I love you more than anything angel, I’ve told you so many times already’. You started blushing, ‘O-only after I’ve spent the night’, you whispered. ‘Ai, you never said it back. I want to tell you every second of the day how much I love you’. You smiled, ‘Mind if I stay here for tonight?’, ‘You know you don’t have to ask something like that, you can stay here every night if you want to’, Armin started kissing you again.

‘A-armin, we need to get out of bed’, you yawned. Hange always knocked on everyone’s door to wake everyone up. ‘Good morning angel’, Armin placed a small kiss on your nose. ‘Morning’, you smiled.

You and Armin got up and dressed yourselves before heading to the Cafetaria. You were too stubborn to use your crutches, so you just limped everywhere. Armin didn’t approve of it, but he couldn’t help but laugh when he saw you limping towards the door.

‘Would it be alright if I held your hand?’, you asked nervously. ‘H-huh? But everyone will notice’, Armin looked confused at you. ‘I don’t care Armin, everyone can know I’m yours’, you slowly grabbed his hand. Armin started blushing, ‘I love you’, he placed a soft kiss on your cheek, ‘I love you too’, you whispered before heading into the Cafetaria.

‘H-huh? Why are Armin and Y/N holding hands?’, Eren looked confused at the two of you. ‘Wait, what?’, Connie turned around. ‘H-huh?’, Jean quickly followed Connie’s gaze. Mikasa just looked at the two of you with her usual expression. ‘Why are you two holding hands?’, Connie quickly asked when you and Armin sat down at the table. You could see Armin was too shy to respond, ‘We’re dating’, you replied. ‘Wait what?’, Eren blurted out, ‘Armin is that true?’, he leaned over the table to look at Armin. Armin nodded, ‘A-ai, we’ve been seeing each other for a while now’. ‘Why didn’t you tell us?’, Eren asked. ‘Because I didn’t want anyone to know at first’, you replied. ‘Wait, how long have you been seeing each other?’, Jean tilted his head. ‘I-I think for over a year now’, you blushed. Mikasa suddenly stood up from the table, ‘Why didn’t you tell us, Armin? I would’ve never left her there if I knew you cared so much about her’, Mikasa looked with her cold gaze at Armin. ‘H-huh?’, you looked at Mikasa, ‘N-no Mikasa it’s fine, you thought I was dead, it doesn’t matt-‘, Mikasa looked at you, her gaze made you scared of her, ‘S-sorry’, you quickly said while looking down at your plate. ‘Armin, answer me’, she looked back at Armin. No one dared to respond to her, ‘B-because Y/N didn’t want anyone to know’, Armin said nervously, ‘Like she said a minute ago’. ‘Oi Mikasa, sit down’, Eren quietly said, ‘Y-you’re scaring everyone again’. ‘H-huh?’, Mikasa looked at everyone at the table, she noticed everyone was eating nervously. ‘I-I’m sorry’, she said softly before sitting down again.

At the end of the day, Armin decided to read something outside while you were taking a shower.

‘So, you’ve finally told them?’, Levi asked Armin. Armin quickly looked up at the Captain, ‘A-ai’, he nodded before closing it, ‘How did you know?’. ‘I’ve seen you sneaking to her room, just as I saw her sneaking to yours’, he smiled, ‘I know you brats think you’re invisible at night, but I can hear you walking across the hall’. Armin smiled, ‘Thank you for not punishing us Captain’. Levi shrugged his shoulders before walking away, ‘I don’t care what you do in your free time’.

[mommypieck]

I saw the jjk men when their partner is getting harassed post and I really loved it! Could you pls do the same with AOT men? (Especially Jean🙏)

jean

when he found out u were harassed on the way home, he couldn't help but to blame himself. he was freaking out and u had to calm him down because he wasn't thinking racionally. he kept pacing around the room at first but then he stormed out to go to the police station because he was sure he couldn't catch the person who did it to u himself. he beat up the police officer when he said he can't help jean with it. and he sure spent few days in a cell. he became so overprotective after. if he could, he would put a leash on u.

eren

he found out thru your friend because u were too scared to tell eren that your classmate keeps harassing u. and u knew why u kept it from him. the second the words flew out of your friends mouth, he was furious. he stormed to your school and beat the person up in the middle of the class. and he was not holding back. it's a miracle that the person lived after what eren did to him. his face was completely unrecognizable and non of his limbs were in place. it took 6 people to get eren of the person. also spent some time in a cell.

armin

of course the first thing he did was to comfort u about the situation. he stayed with u that might unlike the others, but started acting right away. firstly, he called the persons boss to tell them about the situation, then he called their family members and parents, hell he even made fake accounts to comment under their posts to scare them. and lastly, he called the person himself to speak to them about it and he was loud loud.

connie

he wasn't sure if he heard correct the first time and he wasn't sure how to react to that. he stayed by your side crying because he thought he should have been with u at that moment it happened. he took few days off work to calm down and when he found out that the person who did it to u was his friend, he lost it. he was prepared to completely destroy the person but he only broke his nose and arm before he decided that he's too good to be hurting someone. (he also kicked him in the stomach before he went home)

[gatoru]

with love, armin || armin arlert x reader

cw: reader is overwhelmed with school and work, bad feeling and bad talk about themself, talks of studying and pressure in general, crying, hurt/comfort, soft armin, gender neutral! reader.

author's note: this was a request! i hope you like it, friend. first time writing for armin, so i'd appreciate any feedback. reblogs are highly welcome.

wc: 1k

Armin gives you a sympathetic look, and you can’t bring yourself to hate it. 

You’re tired – you can’t quite remember when it started, perhaps along with your classes, but it doesn’t matter. It doesn’t change how you feel overwhelmed towards any of this. 

A sigh escapes from your lips, one you’ve been holding in for quite some time now. Your brain feels fuzzy with the information before you, the subject you were studying for starting to lose sense. The blond places his pale hand on top of your textbook, and your eyes finally leave the page – finally. 

“Are you alright?” He asks, voice barely above a whisper and as polite as ever. There’s something in his tone that says I’m here, but I don’t want to overstep. 

You and Armin are high school sweethearts. He first caught your eye during History class – he always seemed to be a natural when it came to such topic. You fell for how his eyes shined whenever he spoke about the subject, or how talkative he seemed during presentations. After getting partnered up for a final project together, you only grew closer. And the rest, well, it’s history – quite literally.

It all seems like a lifetime ago, however. College feels like a whole different world, one you feel alien in. With work on top of classes, shifts upon assignments, you barely had time to do anything: midterms were rapidly approaching, you had to make time for a dentist’s appointment, and cover a shift for one of your coworker’s. 

Armin noticed it too: how you seemed tired, with a coffee in hand constantly. 

“Yeah.” You reply, sulkily. The back of your eyes were burning, your stomach was growling from hunger, and you had so much to do. “No. Uh, I don’t know.”

Armin simply nods, seeming to know exactly what you mean. His blue eyes are soft, kind, exactly like the rest of him. This is the reason you’ve always loved study sessions with him – he’s understanding. Your boyfriend puts the book away – despite your weak protests.

“Sweetheart, I think it’s enough for today.”

He puts his stuff away – pens, a large notebook and a laptop – as you mirror him, and Armin seems to notice how your body language looks different. Defeated, almost. You’re not facing him, but he’s absolutely sure you’re on the verge of crying. 

“Hey…” He calls for you, gently. Armin gets up from his seat, now facing you. There are dark circles around your eyes, ones that didn’t seem as dark the last time you saw each other – a few days ago. “Sweetheart?”

The floodgates opened before you acknowledged his plea. Tears stream down your face, fat and warm. The small bit of mascara you had on creates a dark mess underneath your eyes. You cry – no, sob – as Armin places his large hands on your shaky shoulders.

“I don’t get it. I didn’t think it’d be this hard.” Your confession breaks his heart: your voice is small, broken – and you seem to remember you’re in an (almost empty) library. “I.. I don’t think I can do this. I don’t think college is for me. Maybe I should quit.”

“You’re not doing that.” He says, not in an authoritarian way, but in a helpful one. “You’re not doing that.”

He repeats the words, a bit closer to you now – his lips touch your hairline, soft and sweet. Armin places small kisses on your hair, arms wrapping around you and bringing you closer to his chest. His embrace is inviting, comforting. After all, Armin is your only piece of home at this place. Well, Eren too – but it doesn’t count. 

“I know it’s hard-”

“No, you don’t.”

He ignores your rebellious act towards him – the stab doesn’t reach his heart. As a matter of fact, the sharp blade of your words don’t affect him at all. 

“I’m not struggling the way you are, I know that. But I know you’re not gonna fail. I’ve seen you do it a thousand times before.”

You blink the tears away, but they get stuck on your lower lash line. 

“Do what?”

“You always bounce back, you always find a way to do it. You can handle things life throws at you.”

The smile on your lips don’t seem to reach your eyes. 

“Even then… if you can’t handle things, I’m always here to do it for you.”

Armin’s angelic face is soft and inviting, bringing you comfort by the sheer look on his eyes. 

“Armin…” You mumble his name, softly. 

His thumbs gently brush your neck. Your lover’s voice is calm, slowly but surely bringing you back from your doubts. You can feel your breathing coming back to its normal pace. 

His smooth palms find yours, fingers dancing against your skin. Armin has a pianist type of hand, with elegant digits. Yours are a little clammy from being so nervous, a bit rough from all the working. Still, his touch can only mean one thing. 

I love you. 

“Tell you what. Let’s grab something to eat on the way to your dorm. My treat, you can get whatever you like” He suggests. “We can try studying again later, maybe tomorrow."

Smiling, you nod – too tired to think, but trusting his decision. 

-

When you open your notebook the following day, looking for your notes, you find something you weren’t expecting. 

There’s a pastel blue post it, with Armin’s smooth handwriting in it and a golden star sticker glued on the corner. 

You can do this. I believe in you. You’re brilliant and worth it. I have your back, for anything that you need.

With love, your Armin. 

[sommerflue-22]

SWIPE RIGHT | Armin Arlert x Reader

Part 1

One swipe to the right and you found yourself going on dates with Armin Arlert, loving how he treated you right. Who could possibly resist such a gentle and compassionate man? It's only a matter of time before he officially asked you to be his girlfriend...

Pairing(s): Armin Arlert x Fem!Reader

Warning: -

Word count: 2.3k

Author Note

Hi, guys! Some of you might have read this AU before on Tumblr. Apparently it was posted on my secondary blog? Which means I cannot interact with the comment and such, that's a bummer T^T So I took the post down and republished it here. I hope you enjoy the story and stay tuned for the next part! :3

It all started with a quick swipe to the right in your phone. He was one of the few people you swiped right on in that damn yellow dating app. You wouldn’t have downloaded the app in the first place if Sasha hadn’t told you to. After your messy break up with your last ex almost two years ago, you didn’t feel like finding someone else to date. However, once you came across the name “Armin”, you couldn’t help but swipe right. You scrolled down to read his profile. He appeared to be normal, almost too normal. You lost count of how many cringe-worthy men you’ve encountered there. Seeing his profile gave you a new hope that there were still men out there who were okay. 

Lucky for you, Armin also swiped right. The chat was wonderful; you two had a lot in common. You found out that Armin was pursuing his master degree in Political Science at one of the most prestigious universities in your country. Fine art and literature were a few of his interests. A week after you both matched on the app, Armin began calling you. At first he only called for a maximum of ten to fifteen minutes, during which you both exchanged stories about your days. A month later, you received an unexpected text from him.

Would you like to meet up next Thursday?

“Say yes!” Sasha, who was with you at the time the notification popped up, squealed. “Ooh! Say yes, (Y/N)! So far he’s nice, right?”

“He’s a stranger, though.”

“You guys call each other almost every night; at this point he’s not a stranger. Not really.”

You left the text unanswered for several hours. After Sasha had left your apartment, you finally opened it and typed:

Sure. Just name the time and place :)

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The days went by incredibly quickly. It was Thursday night, and you were standing outside your apartment building. Armin said he would pick you up at seven. You knew he was taking you to dinner, but you had no idea where. So, you dressed rather casually. Just a simple polo shirt, a tennis skirt, and some sneakers. Sasha urged you to dress more formally, but you refused. You didn’t really want to overdo it on your first date.

“But isn’t it a date?” Sasha motioned for you to put on one of her blazers and pants. “Come on, I bet Armin’s taking you somewhere fancy. He looks like some Mister Fancypants.”

“I don’t know, this might not be a date. I’ll just be out with a friend. A new friend.”

“Yeah, friend,” Sasha scoffed, rolling her eyes.

A pair of bright headlights appeared from a nearby crossroad, followed by a black convertible. You weren’t sure if it was Armin’s car, but it pulled over in front of your apartment. The front window rolled down and you saw Armin for the first time. 

Armin smiled and quickly exited his car. You noticed he was around four inches taller than you and wore his blond hair in a long undercut with bangs. He’s dressed simply in a  white button-up shirt with two of the top buttons undone.

“(Y/N), it’s a pleasure to meet you!” Armin walked up to you with his arms open.

You weren’t quite sure of what to do. Was he expecting you to hug him? You had no idea! You decided to wait until he was a few inches away from you before leaning in for a hug, wrapping your arms around his back. The scent of his cologne, a light earthy scent, filled your nostrils. 

“Hello, Armin. How was the drive here?”

“Ah, I took a few wrong turns, but here I am!” Armin drew back, but his hand was still on your upper arm. “Are you ready for dinner?”

You smiled and nodded. He opened the door for you, muttering ‘be careful’ as you slid into the passenger seat, before going around the car and got behind the steering wheel. He even helped you fasten your seat belt, which made your heart flutters a little. After ensuring that you’re comfortable in your seat, the car swerved and you were both on your way to the restaurant. 

Neither you nor Armin talked much along the way. You weren’t really a talkative person and neither was Armin. Besides, there was music playing from the stereo. He offered you to play your own music but you told him it’s okay. You liked seeing him enjoy his playlist, which mostly consisted of 50s or 60s music. 

It took nearly twenty minutes to get uptown. You went there every day because you worked in one of the stores, but you always left right after work. You had no clue what it looked like at night and you were mesmerized. Your gaze wandered out the window, as if soaking in every single detail of the buildings and lights. Before you could take in your surroundings any further, the car turned into the lobby of a restaurant, and you regretted Sasha’s suggestion to wear a blazer. The restaurant appeared to be quite fancy from the outside. You really felt out of place. Running away sounded like a good idea.

Before you could plan your escape, Armin had already stopped the car and handed the keys to the valet. He walked around the vehicle to open your door and held out his hand to you.

“Are you feeling alright, (Y/N)?” His smile faded, replaced by a concerned expression.

“I’m fine.” You tried to smile but it looked more like a grimace. You took his hand and got out of the car.

As if he could read your mind, Armin wrapped his hand around your waist, pulled you closer, and guided you to the entrance of the place. “You look lovely, (Y/N).” He spoke in hushed tones. 

You felt like you were on the verge of passing out. Fortunately, Armin handled all of the talking with the servers. Apparently he reserved a private dining room for the two of you. As you both walked to the room, you couldn’t help but admire the interior design of the place. Dim lighting, dark walls with a few windows looking out onto the outdoor area, rows and rows of wine bottles behind the bar, jazz music playing in the background, and minimalist yet expensive-looking dining tables. 

The ambiance continued in the private room. Armin drew the chair for you before sitting across from it. The server handed the menu. It was quite expensive, for sure. Everything on the menu looked delicious but intimidating. You ended up ordering the crusted salmon with broccolini, while Armin chose the veal milanese. Armin also ordered some appetizers, desserts, and two mocktails for both of you. 

After the server left, you turned to face Armin. “If you had told me where we were going I would have dressed more appropriately.”

“Why? What’s the matter with your outfit? I think it is perfectly fine.”

“Other women out there are dressed in blazers and dresses.”

“True, but none of them are as lovely as you.”

You could tell Armin was a smooth talker from the way he texted you. Meeting the man in person, on the other hand, was a whole new experience for you.

While waiting for your meals to be served, you had an interesting conversation with Armin about things he studied in his master’s program and what you do for work as a freelance virtual assistant and a marketing manager. The conversation continued even after the meals were served, all the way until you were both enjoying your desserts.

You discovered that Armin was well off and came from a wealthy family. While finishing his master’s degree, he was working as a market research analyst for one of his family’s businesses. He studied abroad in his final year of undergraduate school, eventually graduating with double degrees. You were starting to realize that outside the dating app, Armin is so out of your league. However, you didn’t sense even a slight of arrogance in Armin’s demeanor. He listened to your stories and asked questions, showing you that he was paying attention to what you were saying.

After finishing your desserts, you both left the restaurant. Of course, Armin paid for everything and wrapped his hand around your waist again on your way out. He didn’t let go until the valet returned his car, and he opened the door for you again. When the car was back on the street, the feeling of uneasiness dissipated and you leaned your head against the window.

“You don’t have a curfew, do you?” Armin asked, his eyes fixed on the road.

“Nah, but my best friend might call to check up on me.” 

“Fantastic. Fancy for a night ride?”

You turned your head so fast and nodded excitedly. You always loved a night ride. You used to have a lot of fun with Sasha and your other best friend, Connie. Unfortunately, due to his job Connie was transferred to another city. He was the one who had a driver’s license. So neither you nor Sasha could go on night rides anymore.

Armin’s car sped through the streets before merging onto a highway.

“I hope you’re not feeling sick.” Armin pushed a button and the hardtop of the car was retracted. You let out a gasp.

“I love it.” You raised one of your hands up, feeling the summer breeze against your skin. “Summer nights are the best time to go for a night ride, you know? I used to do this a lot with my friends… Just, not in a convertible.”

“I agree.” Armin gave a nod.

The highway came to an end and you were hugging yourself. Apparently, the wind was too cold and you didn’t realize it until your fingertips froze. The car came to a halt before a red light.

“(Y/N), here. Have my jacket.” Armin reached back into the backseat for his jacket and handed it to you. “Do you want me to pull back the hardtop?”

“No, no! It’s fine, Armin. I’m just a little cold.”

Armin carefully put the jacket around your shoulders and grabbed your hands, taking them in his own hands and rubbing them to keep you warm. The light turned green. Armin focused back to the road, but he kept your hand in one of his while the other gripped the steering wheel.

Again, neither of you talked a lot during the ride, though you could feel his glances on you a few times. Around 10.30 PM, Armin drove you back to your apartment. You didn’t want the evening to end, but you knew you had to go home. Especially since you had to work the following day. 

Armin parked in a parking lot near your apartment building. He helped you out, and walked you home. He moved his hand from holding your hand, to wrapping it around your shoulder, making sure his jacket didn’t slip off. 

You stopped at the entrance. “You wanna drop by?”

“Only if you insist.”

You brought him inside, entered the elevator, and were soon on your floor. Armin trailed close behind you. You knew Sasha would freak out if she found out. As much as she encouraged you to go on dates, you knew she wouldn’t approve of you inviting a stranger into your apartment.

Armin is not just some random stranger, you thought to yourself.

You finally arrived in front of your unit and searched your bag for the keys.

“Now, before you come in, I must warn you that my place is not the tidiest⁠—”

“(Y/N), thank you for the invitation, but I’m only here to make sure you reach your apartment safely.”

You turned around, stunned, and stared at him. “I see…” You felt so foolish for inviting him in.

“Don’t get me wrong, (Y/N). I just don’t think it’s a good idea. After all, this is only our first date. I will gladly stop by and have an even more pleasant conversation with you on our next date.”

“...This is a date? This is not just a friendly outing?”

“Of course.”

“And now you’re asking me out for a second date?”

“Indeed. I had a great time with you, (Y/N). I would love to go on another date with you, and another one, and then another. That is, if you are up to it.”

“Of course. Yeah, sure. I would like to. I would love to.” You nodded, internally cursing yourself for your pathetic response. You couldn’t help yourself. Something about the way Armin spoke made your stomach flutters and your brain turned into a useless, gooey mush.

“Wonderful! (Y/N)...” Armin seemed like he was about to say something.

“Yes?” You tilted your head, trying to encourage him to speak up.

“I’m sorry if this is rude and disrespectful but… may I kiss you?”

“You… what?”

“I’m so sorry, it’s just… I thought you’re very pretty and cute, and I wanted to kiss you all evening but⁠—”

You quickly stepped forward and kissed him on the cheek. Armin stopped speaking and stared into your eyes for what felt like an eternity. The next thing you knew, his hand was on your cheek and he was kissing your lips. The moment your lips touched, tons of fireworks exploded inside you. It was a brief, innocent kiss, but it felt endless.

You hated when Armin pulled away, but the fireworks erupted again as he pecked the top of your head.

“Thank you for today, (Y/N).” Armin stroked your cheek, “Now get some rest. I’ll text you first thing tomorrow morning.”

“Okay.” You simply nodded. Armin must have noticed how red your face was because after you answered he just chuckled and returned to the elevator.

Once Armin was out of sight, you dashed into your apartment and slammed the door shut. You didn’t give much thought to what happened as you cleaned up. However, once you were in bed, you found yourself tossing and turning, unable to sleep. You couldn’t think of anything other than Armin and the evening you spent with him.

Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed it and stay tuned for the next part!

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