Nov 7, 2025
@lovelyluce said i should post my natsu studies here so :3
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@lovelyluce said i should post my natsu studies here so :3
the beginning of noel singing this... shy... quiet..... shaky…… yes........
How I feel having three finished chapters of my pazzi fic just marinating in my drafts while knowing people want me to just post them already
nerdmin x reader (college au)
artist: musapylsa
YUP. YUH UH. 😋😋😋 sooo summary: armin and reader r studying buddies, armin's been crushing on reader since they became classmates in their college. one day, they met for a usual study sesh at armin's dorm, but oh... there's also a fire party this night... so reader takes armin there and uhhh... teehee ENJOY. btw i'm not a native eng speaker so sorry for any mistakes. mam hc że Armin jest fanem Elevena. jus saying tags: steamy, freaky loser armin, i cannot write fem x male smut for shit so it's just suggestive
it's Friday. the worst day to be studying, but here you were, at armin's dorm, studying with him for an upcoming chem test. you were both sitting at his desk, a comfortable distance between you two.
you wanted to get this over with asap, since there was a party in just an hour. you thought about cancelling this sesh, but you just couldn't do that to Armin.
thus you enetered hyper-focus mode - slouching over the worksheet, mouthing chem formulas while scribbling notes, teeth sinking into the end of your pen. the same pen he’d lent you two months ago, which you never gave back. he'd like to get it back, to chew on it himself, maybe do something... more.
to Armin, this sight next to him was the hottest thing he's ever seen. and so he just stared, unconsciously. he didn’t mean to stare at your mouth so much. he wished that pen was something else.
he was too occupied with his thoughts that he didn't notice you switching your gaze from your notes to him.
“earth to Armin.” you said, hoping to break him free from his trance.
he flinched, shook his head to regain his cool and blinked fast. “y-yeah?”
"you okay?" you snickered at his physical response. "thought I lost you for a second"
“oh. yeah. sorry. I was just…” he gestured vaguely at your shared chemistry worksheet. “…thinking about...this exothermic reaction”
you snickered and rolled your eyes "sure you did"
but little did you know that in theory he was thinking about it. you made him feel way too hot inside. you are the sole substratum that in combination with your pose, your focused form, makes him horny in as the product. he hated this synthesis. (where my chem enthusiasts at 😝)
also, did you know he has rules? well, he has rules. Armin Arlert Rules of Crushing on Someone Way Out of Your League. rule one: never act weird. rule two: don’t ruin the study sessions. rule three: don’t imagine them moaning your name when they lean over the desk and their shirt rides up a little.
he was failing rule three constantly.
“hey.” you nudged his ankle under the table. “you’re off again.”
“s-sorry.” he shoved his glasses up his nose and glanced away, cheeks flushing.
that’s when you stood up and stretched - and the hem of your shirt did ride up, and Armin nearly bit through his own pencil.
“you need a break” you said while looking down at him. oh lord.
he opened his mouth to argue. failed. closed it again.
“there’s a party tonight. off-campus. Jean’s place. come with me.”
his brain literally crashed. “i-what? no, no, i don’t… i can’t.” he waved a hand and chuckled nervously. “that’s not really my thing.” he rubbed the back of his neck, looking back at his notebook at his desk.
“you’ve been studying every night this week. you need to touch grass and talk to someone who isn't me, Arlert.” you leaned on his desk. "it'll be fun!"
“i touched grass yesterday.”
you leveled him with a 'seriously?' look.
“c’mon.” you smiled, and it hurt. that smile did things to him. twisted his stomach into knots and made his palms sweaty and his brain forget how words worked. “just for a little while.”
he should have said no. he wanted to. but then you said his name again, soft and warm like it meant something, and Armin -
Armin cracked. hard.
"alright.."
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he regretted it the moment you got to the party.
Jean’s place is chaos. bodies pressed shoulder-to-shoulder, music vibrating through the floorboards, lights pulsing like the whole house is on the edge of combustion. it smells like cheap beer, cologne, and heat.
he's two steps behind you, heart pounding as you cut through the crowd like you own it. you're glowing under the purple light - smiling, laughing, hips swaying as the bass hums through your spine. you belong here.
he doesn't.
Armin had never been more aware of how he didn’t belong. he was in a green shirt worn over a black sweatshirt and jeans. everyone else looked like they came to the met gala.
you glance back at him, still leading him further. "you good?"
he nods, too fast. "yup. great. i love... loud... rooms full of strangers."
you snort "you'll survive. stick with me."
and God, that’s the problem. he wants to stick with you. to grab your hand and not let go. to pull you against him and bury his face in your neck and stay there forever. but that’s not how this works. you’re his friend. his study partner. he’s your dorky academic sidekick who gets a little too flustered when you wear shorts.
your hand grazes his lower back as you pass him a drink, and Armin almost drops it.
you don’t seem to notice. or maybe you do. that’s the thing - he can’t tell. not when you look at him like that. not when you smile at him like he’s anything more than a nervous mess in a goofy (´•_•`) shirt.
but then - you lean in - “relax,” you murmur against his ear. “i’ve got you.”
his brain blue-screens. He barely hears the music anymore. all he can focus on is the warmth of your breath, the closeness, the scent of your shampoo. his fingers twitch around his cup.
he hovered close to you, sipping from the drink you handed him and pretending he wasn’t absolutely vibrating with nerves.
you leaned close to say something. he didn’t hear it - his brain short-circuited at the feel of your breath on his neck. he felt every hair on his body rising.
“what?” he asked confused.
“i said,” you repeated, grinning, “you look really good tonight.”
Armin glitched. you, complimenting him?? he had to pase for a while to completely process what you just said “i-me? i look like i just got back from working a shift at a library.” he was worried that this compliment may not be sincere due to the few drinks you've already had.
"oh, you know i love libraries."
he didn’t know what to do with that. he just laughed awkwardly, heart racing, and looked anywhere but at you. he was absolutely malfunctioning at this point.
and as the night bled on, something shifted.
you danced a little, laughed. you kept touching his arm, his shoulder, his hand - and Armin, for all his social anxiety and fear of misreading signals, started to feel it. the tension, and the possibility.
when you pulled him toward the dance floor, he didn’t resist. it did help that not many people were dancing there, as most were already passed out or just in their own worlds. so it felt more intimate for you two.
he hesitates, unsure of himself, hovering awkwardly behind you - but you just grab his wrists and place his hands on your hips.
“there,” you say, looking over your shoulder to smile at him. “that wasn’t so hard, was it?”
Armin is fairly certain his soul just left his body.
you move with the beat - slow, steady, unapologetically close. he mirrors you awkwardly at first, cheeks hot, hands trembling where they rest on your waist.
but then you lean back - your back presses to his chest. your head tips onto his shoulder. your fingers find his.
this is dangerous. this is everything he’s wanted. and you have no idea. no idea how many nights he’s lain awake imagining you like this, warm and close and letting him touch. no idea how often he’s had to reread the same sentence in a textbook because your leg brushed his under the desk. no idea how much he wants you.
you sway your hips - grind back, just barely. his breath catches.
“still nervous?” you ask over your shoulder.
he forces a chuckle. “always.” his voice shakily.
“what would ease your nerves, professor?” oh lord.
he hesitates. face as red as a tomato. then - God help him, he's about to pass out - he leans down, lips brushing the shell of your ear.
he clears his throat “there’s this article I read once,” he murmurs, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible. “about how close dancing like this increases dopamine release. makes people associate physical pleasure with whoever’s nearest.” his breath is ragged.
“i didn’t just read it,” he adds. “i annotated it.”
you turn slowly to face him. “you're such a nerd, Armin." and then it hit you. "YOU ANNOTATED A SMUT ARTICLE?" you couldn't help but laugh a little.
his eyes meet yours, dark behind his glasses. “it was well-researched .”
you couldn't help but scoff a little. you then did a 180 so that you could properly face him. his eyes meet yours, dark behind his glasses. there’s a shift - the air changes. you look at him like you’re seeing him for the first time.
his hand is still on your waist. your fingers brush his chest. your face is so, so close, and you don’t pull away. neither does he.
your bodies are still pressed close, music thumping through your bones. Armin’s hand tightens at your waist like he’s scared to let go.
you shift your hips just slightly - barely a grind - and feel it.
oh.
you look up at him - his lips parted, pupils blown wide behind foggy glasses. his face and ears were red, like, burgundy red. but what was lower to your vision was the true elephant in the room.
how that bulge was swelling more and more.
oh.
my best friend...joker persona five....
today is my birthday hehehehehehehe
You weren’t expecting this, and neither was I (til last night apparently), it’s been two years since I’ve picked this comic back up, and I’m thinking of really going in for real this time. This AU holds a dear place in my heart, and I’m so very excited to pick it back up again. The Prologue will slowly come out, then the actual chapters. Updates will hopefully happen at least once a week, maybe sometimes more ;) stay tuned
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Some animal sketches I drew recently :)
Oh, and expect chapter 18 within the week!