Date Night
Armin Arlert x Fem!Reader
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“No…no, no, no, no! You’ve got to be kidding me!” You whine softly as you look at your phone. The weather app is open, showing it’s currently raining. You look outside, seeing a bolt of lightning in the distance, followed by a crack of thunder a few seconds later. “The forecast literally said it was supposed to be clear today! What happened??” You shake your phone, as if something might magically happen and change the weather.
“Angel?” You hear a soft voice calling from down the hallway.
Your heart twinges as you hear his soft, kind tone. “Armin…I’m so sorry…date night…” Your voice trails off as you look up to meet his gaze.
Date night. Once a week for the past year and a half you’ve been dating, you go on a date together, each of you taking turns to plan it. This week was your week. You wanted to take him stargazing, have a moonlight picnic. There was a string of comets that were supposed to be visible to the naked eye, and Armin had been going on and on about wanting to see them. So you checked the weather obsessively, planned everything out. It was going to be perfect. Or so you thought. It suddenly started raining an hour before you were supposed to leave, and it didn’t look like it was going to let up at all.
“It was gonna be perfect,” You whimper, voice cracking slightly. “We were gonna see the comets together! Like you wanted! We were gonna have a picnic!” You feel a tear slide down your cheek and quickly wipe it away with the back of your hand. This had happened before. Date plans get thrown off, and the two of you adapt. But not this one. You felt personally responsible for the weather changing and the fact that your darling boyfriend can’t see the comets anymore. You had wanted this specific date to be perfect, and it wasn’t even going to happen anymore.
“Oh, sweetheart.” He whispers, cupping your face and wiping your tears with his thumbs as he cradles your face. “It’s okay, I promise.” He says, pulling you into his arms, your head resting in the crook of his neck.
“I-I had it all planned out and…and now you can’t see them-“ You sob softly, grasping onto the fabric of his hoodie.
Armin holds you, gently swaying back and forth, one hand on the small of your back, the other gently combing through your hair. “Shh…it’s okay, we can do something else.” He can hear how devastated you are. He holds you like that for a few minutes, brainstorming ideas on how to fix this date night, when suddenly, a grin creeps onto his lips. “I know it’s your week. But, can I take over? Just this time?” He asks, pulling back a little so he can look down at you.
You look up at him, eyes watery, cheeks and nose red from the crying. Goodness, you were beautiful. Even like this. He thought you were the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. “But Armin-“
“Do you trust me, angel?” He asks softly, tucking your bangs behind your ear.
“…yeah.” You whisper, nodding along side your words.
“Then, I need you to go change into the matching sweats and hoodies we got for Christmas last year.” He smiles. “Can you do that for me?”
You tilt your head in confusion, but nod. “Yeah,”
He leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead, wiping the last remnants of your tears off your cheeks. “Atta girl. And just lay down for a bit, okay? I’ll come join you in a sec.”
You let go of him and slowly walk to your shared bedroom, looking back at him one last time before going in and shutting the door.
Armin giggles to himself and hurriedly runs to the oven, turning it on and pre-heating it. There’s a frozen pizza in there he knows you’ve been wanting to eat, you two just haven’t had the time yet. He runs around the living room of your shared apartment, setting up candles and a vase with a single rose in it on the coffee table, right in front of the couch. As the oven beeps, signaling it’s heated, he hurriedly throws in the pizza and sets a timer. He tidies the apartment and goes to the bedroom, where he sees you scrolling on your phone while laying on the bed.
“Princess,” He smiles, walking up to you, leaning over you and kissing your cheek. “I’m gonna change and then I’ll be ready for our date.” He watches as you sit up in confusion while he walks into the closet, and changes into his matching sweatpants and hoodie. Your mother had gotten the two of you matching sets, his black, and yours white. He steps out of the closet and clears his throat. “Ahem, Miss Y/N, I believe it is time for our date.” He stands up straight and offers you his arm.
You can’t help but let out a soft giggle as you get up off the bed and take his arm. “Is it, now?”
“Indeed, madam,” He says dramatically, an adorably boyish smile plastered upon his lips. He leads you out of the bedroom into the living room, his grin widening as he hears you gasp softly.
“Armin,” You laugh softly. “What’s all this?” You ask, looking to the decorated coffee table, turning around as you hear him turn on soft music.
“Only the best for my darling girlfriend,” He smiles, letting go of your arm and bringing your hand to his face, his lips brushing your knuckles. He leads you to the couch and motions for you to sit. “The finest seat for you,” He smiles, watching you sit. The timer for the pizza goes off, and he walks to the kitchen.
Your heart skips a beat at all the dramatics, as you watch him go to the kitchen and get the pizza out of the oven, slicing the pizza and dishing it onto separate plates. He holds the plates with one hand, and grabs two cans of soda with the other.
“We forgot to buy more wine,” he murmurs sheepishly, setting the cans of cola in front of you as he situates the dishes. He sits down and clears his throat, popping open the can of soda. “To my darling, Y/N. The light of my life, my heart, my everything. You’ve changed my life, and I love you more than anything.”
“Armin…” You murmur, blushing softly, a small smile on your lips. You pop open your own can and do the same. “To my prince, Armin. My sun on the darkest days, my adorable golden retriever, my reason to look forward to waking up every morning. I love you.” You watch as his gaze softens with your words, and you both drink together.
He cuddles up to you while you eat, the both of you talking about mindless things; how your day was, the latest gossip at your jobs, the new YouTube video Markiplier posted, etc. It feels incredibly romantic and intimate. The two of you, together, on a home date, wearing matching outfits and sharing thoughts over a cute candlelight dinner.
He brings out dessert after, making the two of you a shared bowl of ice cream, exchanging kisses, giggles, and soft “I love you”s between each bite. As you finish, he stands up, and offers his hand. “Dance with me?” He asks softly, tilting his head.
You smile and stand up, taking his hand. He turns on a song, Ella James’ “At Last”.
(I would recommend playing the song while you read this next part hehe.)
He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you close against his chest, as your arms drape over his shoulders, one of your hands finding his hair, fingers skimming his undercut, making him let out a soft, pleased whine. “Hey, don’t distract me,” He smiles. You chuckle softly and lean forward, resting your head once again in the crook of his neck.
You hum along softly, eyes closed as you both gently sway back and forth. “I’ve really enjoyed this date, Armin.” You say softly.
He smiles softly, pulling you a bit closer. “Me, too, angel.” He stays quiet for a few seconds before whispering, “This song would be a great first dance song at our wedding.”
The comment makes you pull away and look up at him, eyes wide. You’d thought about marriage with him, but never brought it up. Has he been thinking about it with you? “Armin…?”
His eyes go wide, his cheeks flushing. “I-I’m not asking right now! I-I mean we haven’t talked about it yet!” He stutters. “I just…” He takes a deep breath. “I’ve thought about it, y’know. With you. Have…have you?” He asks softly.
“I have. A lot,” You confirm. “Took me a month into us dating to know that I wanted to marry you.”
His face turns an even deeper red and he looks away shyly. “Well…let’s have this be our first conversation about it. I’m not asking right now, I wanna do it properly, but…it’s something I want with you. I want to be with you.”
You smile and cup his cheek. “I want that, too, Armin. More than anything.”
He rests a hand atop of yours and turns his head, gently kissing your palm. “Then let’s let this be the beginning of figuring out our future together. Me and you.”
“Me and you,” You smile. The song finishes and he bends over, dipping you gently as he brings his lips to yours. “I love you, Armin.”
“I love you, too.”
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