shotosoft

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this is everything to me.

tags: armin x reader, cheating accusation, jealous armin, hurt reader, insecure armin, hurt/comfort, quick resolution

content warnings: cheating is mentioned! no actual cheating involved

When Armin, amidst his insecure emotions, says something he should not have, the both of you find the situation quickly escalating.

word count: 1.2k

The simple fact of the matter is that you simply can't expect how someone might react. You may try to, through delicate deliberation, or the catalogue of behaviours registered neatly within your memory, but there are days – plentiful ones – where it simply might not work.

Today is one of those days.

Here are the simple, rudimentary facts about your relationship with Armin Arlert. Your relationship is eleven months young. You tell him everything on your mind. He is a restless sleeper. You both hate Italian cuisine. You know that he tends to feel insecure, and he knows that you know.

Simple things. Predictable. Lovely, and easy, and fond within your heart.

You don't argue. You figure things out. You don't assume things.

And yet.

"I," you begin, your throat thick with confusion and, quite frankly, hurt. The two of you sit before one another, legs crossed and shoulders tense. He looks at you, eyes wide and vulnerable and upset, and he tries to shake it off, you can tell that he does, but he fails each time he attempts it. "Jean is a friend," you tell him calmly. "You know that."

It's not that he'd said it outright. He didn't accuse you much of anything. It's just the way he'd said it; eyes averted, dark with something pained and brimming at the corners, words muttered under his breath. And you were with Jean, of course, he'd told you then, or told himself, really, and that is when time pulled itself still.

You knew – and you do know, that he worries. That he is insecure. You just didn't; you wouldn't think–

His hands glide across his jaw, then sink deep into his hair. "I know," he says. "Of course I know. I’m sorry, I.."

It hurts you. He had implied little, but it was enough. That he could, in his own fear, think of you this way; this shallow, and low, and disloyal. You think, for a brief moment, to feel undignified; to feel angry, above all else – but you can't. You sit there, stock-still in your own vision of him, so small and helpless before you, eyes rimmed with red already, unshed tears filling, and you can feel, with a near physicality to it, your own priorities shifting rapidly.

You grasp at your phone blindly, afraid of taking your eyes off of him, and you reach out towards the man, now pale and stricken as he looks at you. It lands in his lap and lays there quite placidly, and then you both just stare at it, quiet in your own, respective ways.

It has no password – and he knows that. He has never been on it, or through it, really; save for the few times he'd had to check your gallery at your behest, or pick up a call when your hands were busy, or to order food when you were too lazy. He'd never gone deeper, not once, and you wonder now, in a spiral of your own, if he wishes that he had.

You wonder, then, if it will be enough. If it will soothe this bastardly fear out of him; if it will kick this fearful, scarred look within his face out to the curb and gone forever. You watch him now, as his gaze lay still upon your phone, and you wonder at how awfully pale he is. He looks sick. Your stomach twists.

He picks the phone up, and he hands it back to you. His hands shake. His eyes gaze into your own, unaverting and wavering.

"I don't need to," he murmurs, although his voice trembles slightly. The twisting shifts into your guts, spreading like a strange, suffocating vice.

"You don't think it will help?" You ask, and he, himself, looks nearly sick as he shakes his head at you; you watch, with this soft, all-present quiver in your chest, as he gnaws on his lower lip, looking for the words.

"I thought," he begins, gasping ever so gently in a lack of air, "that it would. For just a moment. But you– I don't think you're unfaithful, and I never did. You're not capable of it." He holds your gaze, the blue swimming in the pearlescent shift between his pooling tears. He looks, for this moment, as if he would say something more; as if he would be brave, and say it with his full chest, and take hold of it with a fierceness.

Instead his gaze falls, and his voice is quiet, and your heart thrums painfully at the sight. "It's not what I’m scared of," he tells you simply.

"Tell me then," you plead, your voice low, gentle in ways even you had not expected it to be. You reach for him; in a small gesture, featherlight, afraid of holding him in risk of spooking him like a skittish fawn – you lay your hand on his, and he turns his palm, the skin of his meeting yours in return. "Tell me what you're scared of."

"That you will leave," he admits to you then, unbridled and yet shaking, and quiet, and private. He looks not at you, but at the both of your palms, touching in an earnest. "That you will leave because I am inadequate," he continues, voice tremulant in his throat, "because I can't do enough for you."

Then he does, he does look up at you – silver tears breaking through the rim, rolling quietly down the slope of his cheeks, and you let go of his hand, you pull yourself forward, and his hands dig tight into the back of your shirt as you pull him to you.

"You stupid boy," you tell him in earnest, and he cries, apologies murmured into the skin of your throat. "Enough apologising," you plead with him quietly, hands stroking at his hair. "You did nothing wrong."

"But I–" he begins, voice weak and hiccupped, and you hush him as gentle as you can, holding onto him tightly; fervently.

"You are the best person I know," you interrupt him, taken with this ardent, terrible feeling in your chest; painful and hopeful, seizing your throat all at once. Your body threatens you, with what even you are unsure, but it pulls, and it pushes, and then all the words come out of you unrestrained and impassioned: "You are smart beyond what's good for you, and you're kinder than anyone ever has been to me, and you are good, Armin." You cling to him this way, holding back tears of your own, even as his own cry turns into a comforted whimper. You want to pull at him, you want to look him in the eye, but here, like this, you are afraid of it.

You do it still. You push away and you cradle his face in your hands, and you look at him, eyes red and cheeks tight, and he looks at you with this mercurial, defenceless expression and it has you breathless; it has you wondering, in a fit of delirious, desperate need, if it's too early to know that you will love him for the rest of your life.

"I’m not going anywhere," you tell him then, soft and breathless and so certain, and he must feel it, he must see something in it, for his own gaze softens, and his hands loosen, his desperate, needy hold growing demure and warm. "I’m not going anywhere," you tell him again, trying, somehow, to tell him what you really mean.

"Okay," he replies, chest rising, slowly; then falling. His lips part, words ready for you, and then his chest rises again. "I believe you."

dividers by cafekitsune

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#stfuraye #raye shut up

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EVERYBODY SHUT UP AND LOOK AT THE BOY

THE ONLY BOY TO EVER BOY!!!!

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Levi is sick to his stomach the moment Connie and Jean pull out an old ODM rig and present it to your son on his fourteenth birthday. Time has smoothed the edges of the nightmares and faded memories of the war, but cold sweat prickles at the back of Levi's neck just at the sight of the thing.

“No. Hell no. Absolutely not,” he asserts, folding his arms over his chest and scowling in the afternoon sun. “He'll break his goddamn neck.”

“Relax, dad, I'll be fine,” the boy protests, already stubbornly strapping the gear to his hips as if he's done it a hundred times before. He's an Ackerman through and through; Levi's worst nightmare: a carbon copy of himself with every damn reason for that shit-eating grin. Imbued with the cockiness of youth, untroubled by war, titans, walls, or having to fight for survival. The kid has an easy life– you and Levi both ensure that. “It's not like I'm gonna be flying around a tight, underground area surrounded by buildings and chased by scouts and police.”

Your mouth twitches in amusement. 

Levi's twitches in frustration. He turns to Connie and Jean with what can only be described as a death glare. “If anything happens to him, I'll kick both your asses.”

“Quit fussin’, old man,” your son laughs, bending his knees and preparing to take off, aiming toward the tall trees about twenty five meters away from the back of your home.

Of course, he's a natural, inheriting his father's grace and talent for hurtling recklessly through the air, whooping with joy as he soars and tumbles, swings and flips. 

Levi doesn't admit his pride aloud– he doesn't have to– his eyes are filled with it, despite the fact he still has his arms folded grumpily over his chest. He leans back into you as you bend down to wrap your arms around his shoulders and kiss the top of his head. 

“Look at our boy,” he says. You can hear the way his voice struggles to get by the lump in his throat. He loves you and that damn kid so much.

"We created a monster..."

He chuckles and gives a resigned sigh. "Yeah. Wouldn't have him any other way."

“Y'know, Captain, that's Jean's old gear,” Connie says. “I still have mine and a couple of spare gas canisters..."

Levi needs no convincing and only a little support to get out of his chair and into the gear. The moment he's in the air it's as if his knee was never busted and time has never passed.

And soon the distant sound of Levi fussing at your son over his technique, and the boy's giddy laughter as he outmaneuvers his dad, have your heart overflowing. 

#raye shut up #stfuraye

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thinking about armin who prefers to listen to you talk all day. sweet, quiet armin, charming in his own, inobtrusive way, his eye always trained on his beloved, busy or not. he enjoys listening to you; more than that - he adores it, the way you could spend hours talking about all the things that cross your mind, and the generous way in which you allow him into that corner of your mind with this gentle, sheer abandon. he listens, always, night or day, interest piqued and curiosity insatiable, and even if it takes you hours, when you are finished, he always, without a hitch, finds himself hoping you would tell him just one more thought.

sweet, ever-present armin, who wilfully shelves each thing you tell him into his mind, each category sifted through with a precise gentleness. armin, who mentions the things you have told him, or reminds you of the things even you had forgotten; smiling so bashfully, cheeks pink, each time you would look at him in surprise at his own reminders. diligent, loving armin who writes down reminders for you of the things you've told him, little notes scattered across the apartment the two of you share, always signed with his name, always written in the careful swirl of his hand.

sweet armin who simply adores you, who begs the universe to just stay by your side forevermore, who soaks up each word you share with him; sweet armin who considers it a privilege not just to listen to your every thought, but to be yours, too.

dividers by cafekitsune

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clingy!armin who can’t leave you alone to save his life.

“where you goin? can i go?”

“wait on me.”

“hold on.”

“come wit’ me.”

you heard at least one of those phrases everyday. not that it was a problem, but it was sure odd. armin was never that close to anyone else but you. he’d never admit that though.

sometimes when he realized it, he told his self he’d stop. until you asked him if he wanted to go to the store with you.

and don’t let it be night time because sleeping is absolutely draining around this man.

you get peace from sleeping around him, yes, but it’s in the middle of the night when you wake up wondering why it’s so hot, then see his full arm across your head. and since he’s drenched in sweat too.

or before you get in the shower, he’s always in the bathroom before you.

he always has to hold your hand anywhere. even at home. in the car, of course shopping, if it’s snowing outside, he’ll beg to hold your hand.

at any family event where his family invites you, or your family invites him, he’ll hang around you every time. he wouldn’t say it’s because he’s antisocial, he just doesn’t like talking to people like that. but he’s respectful.

he honestly follows you around everywhere like a lost puppy😭.

and when he’s out by his self (which is rare), he always has to facetime you, whether he’s saying something or not. when he’s staying somewhere else or when you’re staying somewhere else, going to sleep on the phone is mandatory.

both of you are clueless why he does the things he does when he’s around you, he just loves it.

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⛓️·˚ ༘ ┊͙ 𝐈𝐟 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐮𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐲 !

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𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐌𝐘 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐄 :

under the age of eighteen, racist, xenophobic, homophobic, fatphobic, or just a hateful person in general.

If you ship t-cest/post any kind of incestuous content! Or if you post anything regarding pedophilia or hate speech.

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— 𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐄. 20 years old. s-her. very queer and very annoying. armin arlert obsessed. constantly daydreaming. @_marcid on discord. @shotosoft on wattpad.

— 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘 hyperfixated on all versions of tmnt, south park, my hero academia and attack on titan! But, I am in so many different fandoms! And I have many different interests!

— 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐄 is welcome on my account!! unless you are part of the dni list. If you are not, then please know that this is a safe space. my messages are always open if you need to chat!

— 𝐈 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 fan fiction! And I do take requests!! right now my ask box is open if you have any requests or questions! however, It may take me a while to fulfill some requests! day to day life and my job keeps me busy!

#raye shut up #raye’s hyperfixations with tmnt #raye’s introduction #pinned post #pinned intro

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We have to remember, this man is the last remaining longtime high ranking officer of Paradis Island's military who's still alive

He's giving it his all in this final fight

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“I'd make fun of your height, but there isn't enough to make fun of.”

— Donnie, to Raph

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Have you considered non verbal 12' leo,,

every time I'm non verbal, which is often, so yes!

#raye shut up #raye’s hyperfixations with tmnt

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sobbing this is adorable

Picturing Dad Bakugo discovering his 4 year olds favorite Hero isn't him, or All Might, or even Deku.

Katsuki Bakugo has to sit on the couch and face the fact his 4 years olds favorite Hero is something like Perry the Platypus.

Sitting on the couch, arms crossed and face pouting as his kid starts rushing to the tv as the show comes on.

"I literally save people for a living. Whadaya mean you're favorite Hero is a platypus in a fedora?"

"Tck, he ain't even real. Daddy is a Pro Hero and I'm sitting right here. Why aren't I your favorite?"

(More desperate now as his kid ignores him)

"All that quirkless duck-rat has is a hat. My gauntlets are cooler than that. Oi, brat, you wanna see Daddy's gauntlets?"

(Under his breath as his kid cheers for his cartoon hero)

"This some bullshit."

#dad bakugou #raye shut up

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soft bakugou is my favorite bakugou

Beaded Bracelets

b.katsuki/f.reader

genre: domestic/married life, husband!bakugou, wife!y/n

warning(s): bakugou-workaholic-katsuki,

w.count: 2.5k

synposis: it's not like katsuki remembers his birthday on a regular basis, but this year with his time being consumed with work and trying to spend time with his family the best he can- even if he's falling asleep on the couch every night- he definitely forgets.

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a/n: istg i better get this done in time for his birthday or im breaking my own fingers

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Bakugou Katsuki never considered himself anything less than a workaholic. He wanted to work, to grow as a prohero, to gain popularity and climb the ranks; he wanted to be better. There's no better way to gain what he wants besides working constantly. And he did, before he met you, married you, then had a child with you.

Now, his workaholic tendencies are all but nagging thoughts in the back of his head. When he was with his family, he felt conflicted because surely there was work that needed to be done. But then, when he was working he would anxiously pace, thinking his family would leave him one day because he was out patrolling and being a hero instead of being a husband and father.

It felt like some sick catch 22 in his brain.

Today though, today was different. Today he woke up later than usual and didn't get a chance to kiss you before he left for work, too in a rush, so he got to the agency cranky. It felt like everyone at the agency was out to grind on his gears too, shooting him looks or giving him random pats on the shoulder before he sneered and hissed at them to leave him be. Then, out on patrol, the once cloudless sky was covered by clouds that turned into a rainstorm with thunder closing in off in the distance. His was soaked and his hero suit clung to him in uncomfortable, wet wrinkles.

By the time Katsuki had clocked out, and threw his hero gear into a duffle to take home and clean, the rain had worsened and the world outside was dark. It was already 8 in the evening and he sighed, running a hand through his damp hair as he sat in his car in the parking garage of his agency. Normally, his daughter was put to bed around now, so by the time he gets home, she would be out like a light. Another day of him barely seeing her.

"Fuck this," he hisses, turning his car's engine on and beginning the drive back home. As he pulls his car into the driveway of his home with you and Misuzu, the rain had worsened and sheets of lightning would flash above him followed by a roll of thunder. He didn't mind storms, but it seems to have further worsened his mood.

Stepping up to the front door, he unlocks it easily- he would have lost his mind if he dropped his keys- and pushes himself inside to the warm, dry space he felt the most relaxed in. Rain dripped off the ends of his hair as the shoulders of his now damp shirt chilled him. He had just barely got his keys on the key ring when he hears the small, rapid pattering of feet.

"Papa!"

His eyes slightly widen seeing his 5-year-old still up and not in bed, but nonetheless, he smiles. He drops his duffle without much thought as the little girl doesn't decrease her speed and barrels into him. He hooks under her arms and hoists her up with practiced ease, chuckling as she giggles into his ear and squeezes around his neck.

"Welcome home!" She greets when she finally leans back in his hold, his arms folded under her and her hands on his shoulders. "Your shoulders are all wet."

"Brilliant observation, Girlie. Rain isn't dry."

"Don't be stinky," she pouts as he rapidly starts shaking his head, water flinging from his hair as the little girl laughs, bringing her hands to her face. "Papa! Stop!" He does when he starts to get a bit too dizzy and he smiles seeing her wipe her face.

"What're you still doin' up anyways, squirt?"

"Mama let me stay up so we could wait for you!"

"Wait for me? Why's that?" Mizusu doesn't answer. Instead, she starts kicking her legs so Katsuki could let her down. He does so, easily and gently lowers her back to the floor as she snatches his hand and starts leading him further inside. He was barely able to kick his shoes off in the meantime.

He didn't notice it before, still too cranky with head clouds and then preoccupied with Mizusu's greeting, but it smelt like cake in his house.

Rounding the corner into the living room and leading further still, Mizusu drags her father into the kitchen. He blinks in astonishment when he sees the state of it.

There's a small cake sitting on the kitchen counter, covered in white cream and topped with strawberries- a fruit he goes out of his way telling you are his favorites- along with candles. Three paper plates are stacked beside it. A small banner hung on the ceiling, simple and clean reading 'happy birthday!' on it. He could smell the spices of his favorite dish coming from the stove you were standing at before you were turning around, wiping your hands off with a dish towel, and smiling at him. Mizusu was still clining to his hand, jumping and giddy at the minimal, yet charming, decore.

"Oh damn, that was today?" He mutters to himself before Mizusu is unlatching herself from his hand and running to her stepstool you had gotten her when she wanted to help you cook so she could reach the countertop.

She stands on it as you handed her something and quickly moves to stand beside her. Before he could register what was happening- pop! The sound of two pops like finger snaps filled the kitchen and the air was shot with colorful streamers and confetti.

"Happy birthday, Papa!" Mizusu cheers, hopping off her stool again and rushing him, clinging around his waist. You come to his side, kissing his cheek lightly and rubbing his arm.

"You totally forgot it was your birthday, huh?" You ask teasingly. "I was counting on that. Looks like our surprise was a success Zusu!" You bend slightly to smile at her, throwing up your hands in a victory sign.

"Success!" She mimics.

It was like the clouds that hung around him all day just disappeared and he had barely been home five minutes.

"Papa, do you like it?"

Katsuki smiles, placing a hand on his daughter's head and ruffling her bedtime hair.

"Yes, I do. Thank you," he tells her as she giggles and buries her face into his side. He moves to look at you and quickly kisses you twice- making up for the one he missed this morning. "I knew something was up when Zusu came launching at me the moment I came inside. Normally, you have her in bed by now."

"Well, I couldn't very well send our child to bed to celebrate this special day alone, now could I?"

"I could think of a couple things we could do alone in celebration," He chuckles, grinning high enough to flash a sliver of his gums that has you pushing at his shoulder. Your fluster was always the best form of amusement to him. He reconciles by kissing your forehead. "Is dinner done? Quite frankly, I'm starving and it smells fuckin' fantastic."

"Papa, no cursing," Mizusu scolds. Looking down she was pushing out her cheek and scowling up at him. He smiles gently down at her, using his hand that still sat on her head to pull at the puffed-out cheek.

"Yeah, yeah. My bad."

The three of you detach from each other and get the table loaded with food to feed the drained hero just coming back from his work. As you three ate, the conversation carried naturally.

You had apparently taken the day off- but didn't tell him- just so you could spend the day getting everything ready with Mizusu. Katsuki wasn't entirely thrilled since his daughter missed a day of school, but another glance around his kitchen and he was able to dismiss it just this one time. He'd even help her with whatever homework or assignments she missed since she skipped today for his sake.

After dinner, you usher the two of them into the living room while you start to clean up. Katsuki offers to stay and help, but Mizusu was pretty desperate in dragging him out of the kitchen for some reason. He relents easily as he now sits waiting on the sofa for her to come back to wherever it was she had run off to. He takes the moment to fully decompress.

Katsuki tipped his head back, looking at the plain old ceiling, and felt relieved. He could hear the rain pounding around outside, hitting the roof, and could hear the occasional sound of thunder. The elements couldn't get him here; nothing could.

Before too long, Mizusu comes back and is plopping herself on the sofa next to her dad. Sneakily trying to scoot onto his lap, he rolls his eyes and lifts her onto his legs so she sits in front of him, her legs over his and her back to him. She was satified as a roll of thunder traveled the air. He watches his daughter for any sign of discomfort from the loud sound.

"Hey, Zusu," he called as she hummed to him. "Does thunder bother you?"

"Hm-mh," she denies, shaking her head. "I like the sound it makes. I really like storms too!"

"You do?"

"Yeah, because they remind me of your quirk." He felt his heart stop for a moment. What? "The thunder is like how your explosions sound and the lightning is like all the light it makes! Mama said your quirk works with sweat too, so the rain is that! Storms are just like you, and I like you, so I like storms too."

Mizusu squeals as Katsuki picks her up under her arms and spins her around so her legs are on either side of his hips before his littering her small face in kisses. She giggles, trying to escape the attack but failing as her fit of laughter makes her weak. You come out of the kitchen to see them laughing at each other before you sit beside them on the sofa.

"Zusu, did you give Papa his present yet?"

"My what?" He hadn't taken notice of the small, orange envelope in his daughter's hands until you had brought it up, pointing to it as you asked. Mizusu is quickly pushing it towards him, bouncing on his legs in urgency for him to open it. Gently tearing open the envelope, he tips it before the item inside slips out and lands in his opposite palm.

A bracelet lands in his hand.

Made with orange and black around beads, and threaded with a green elastic band. The center bead even had an emoji-styled explosion painted on it.

"Did you make this, Zusu?"

The little girl's chest puffs out as she crosses her arms, clearly proud of herself. She was too busy gloating to notice the way her father's face softened and his eyes widened before getting glossy. You noticed though and you reached out to grab his free hand, squeezing it in yours. He returns the gesture almost immediately.

"I did! Mama helped tie it though, I kept messing it up."

"But you did the rest of it all on your own. You even picked out the beads you wanted at the craft store." Mizusu took the bracelet from Katsuki's palm and slips it onto his wrist. "She was really busy making that while I did some small chores around the house."

"Do you like it?" She asks, somewhat shy all of a sudden. Katsuki breathes lightly out of his nose before he's motioning for her to hug him and he's squeezing her with the free arm he has, pushing his cheek against the top of her head. He squeezes your hand in tandem to holding his daughter and you could tell he was trying not to get all sappy.

"I love it, thank you, Girlie." Before long, Mizusu ends up falling asleep on Katsuki's chest while you all watch a movie before the night ends. He takes her to bed and when he comes back, you're back in the kitchen covering the cake on the counter so you three could have some tomorrow. You had been so preoccupied with the gift-giving then the movie you had plum forgotten about it.

You pluck a strawberry from the top of the cake and hold it out to Katsuki when he comes up behind you.

"Want it?" You ask before he's opening his mouth and eating it, but not before nipping at your fingertips in the meantime. "Hey! No biting," you tell him.

"I'll bite if I want to. You love it." You gently shake your head as you cover the cake and push it back further on the counter. He sets his hands on your hips, lowering his chin to your shoulder. "Come shower with me."

"Really? Are you sure?" Normally, he takes showers on his own because it was a small amount of 'me time' he had between being a dad and being a hero. If you intruded on that, you'd feel a little guilty.

"Yeah, I'm damn sure. Come on," he tugged on your arm, dragging you the same way Mizusu was dragging him earlier. The shower was brisk but warm and comforting. And Katsuki wouldn't pass up the chance of you washing his hair or scrubbing his back. It was relaxing, even if you kept dropping the bar of soap he always used for his skin.

Warm and clean, you lay in bed with him. He was laying on top of you tonight, arms resting beside the small of your back and face pushed up under your chin and in your neck. Your fingers thread through his clean hair as he basked in everything, basked in you. His legs are tangled with yours and between the comforter that rests on his hips. He damn near began to melt when you start rubbing his back.

"I can tell work was rough for you today," you tell him in a small voice so as to not break and shatter the peaceful air, "but I hope you're feeling better now."

"I'm fuckin' leagues better, you have no idea," he sighs into your skin. He could feel the beads of Mizusu's bracelet around his wrist- the very same bracelet he had showered with- as he lightly twists his arm around, back and forth. "I'm never taking his bracelet off."

"It'll get in the way of your gauntlets, won't it?"

"Hnng," he groans. "Fine, I'll only take it off when I'm in my hero gear. Then the fuckin' thing's going back on."

"I'm glad you like Zusu's present so much," you chuckle. "I would've gotten you something myself, but I didn't want to take away from her moment, you know? I'll make it up to you another time."

"Don't bother," he reassures, nuzzling further into you. "This is way more than enough. Just let me stay here, right here." You feel him slacken further into you and you just smile and shut your eyes. Still rubbing up and down his spine as his breathing evens out.

"You can stay here as long as you want."

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a/n pt2: holy daMN i made it

#bakugou x reader #lee shut up

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[ 06:41 PM ] ― “izuku? what's wrong?” you whisper into the quiet room as izuku takes your hand in his and lifts it up, staring intently. “nothing's wrong!” he quickly assures, a light red dust spreading across his cheeks and nose, “.... i was just comparing our hands.” you hum, watching his reaction as he turns your hand to the side, doing the same to his, before turning it the other way, doing the same to his once more, his tired eyes shining bright as he exclaims. “look!” a smile as bright as his sparkling eyes take over his face, and you look at your now entwined hands. you smile at his innocence, and he lets your hands fall between you both, his grip gentle but tight. he blushes even more when you lean over and kiss his cheek, “don't you ever change, 'zuku.”

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okay but I seriously almost cried. thank you sm for accepting this request! You have all my love!! ❤️

hi hi! I hope this message isn’t too late or anything, since I only just seen the one you send me this morning! Also I accidentally deleted your messages while trying to reply 🤦‍♀️

But if it’s still alright, may I request an Armin Arlert x slightly thicker/chubby reader? just something soft and simple! maybe he’s noticed that the reader doesn’t eat very much anymore, and is skipping meals, and he confronts her about it, because he doesn’t want her getting sick or something happening. She obviously gets a little upset about it, and like, tells him she’s been having a hard week and has been super insecure lately. She just doesn’t like the way she looks, and Armin comforts her and stuff! All the love and cuddles! 🥰 I’m in need for this rn honestly 😭

I hope i did it right!! Things are more internalized due to my own self indulgence, i hope you like it!!

Tw: self harm(starving) 

Another day passed, and you hated being in the corps more and more, with the men objectifying you and the women with their fake smiles and judgemental looks, aside from Mikasa that is. You felt her hand on your shoulder, staring right back at them as you passed.

She was the only girl-friend you’ve ever had, which makes your bond with each other especially strong, she called you her therapy stuffed animal( in a good way) with how loving and kind you were when she came home to eren’s house. You were always there, you gave her her first jacket, you bear-hugged her when she was at her worst and missed her parents, you stood by her and never faltered. Even going as far as telling off Eren for being tactless to her feelings, poor boy has no social cues.

Eren loved you for how truly different you really are, despite being an only child, you were his sister, as much as a pain in the ass you are. But this called for you being apart of his and Mika’s friend group with no doubt. Being part of erens tight knit group of friends means you were automatically loved by eren, mika…. And armin.

You always had a fondness for the shy blonde, his all bark and no bite nature stole your heart. You met at a young age but only connected through Eren, he always tells you to thank him for that introduction despite your efforts to play off your crush being in vain. You loved how… pure he looked, how in a world full of death and violence, he could always bring light into your day with a smile or a story. No matter what you could count on his smile,you could count on him.

That’s why you hated today with a passion.

“We have extra food, which one of you dumbasses didn’t eat all your shit?” You sighed, walking away from the situation you caused. It wasn’t a good day, their comments bugged you today for some reason, and Armin wasn’t there to perk up the atmosphere of this gloomy day. Making it unreasonably difficult for you to focus on your own health today, this isn’t even the first time this has happened. It’s been a week of irregular meals, constant moving, and titan stress. It wasn’t like you were trying to starve, you just didn’t have the time.

And you didn’t notice till today.

“Lookin’ thinner, bunny… are you eating well?” You ignore eren’s concerned comment, pressing forward with the group in disturbed silence. This was the fifth comment today about your looks that you’ve gotten. You weren’t a small person, you had extra meat, and you had curves, paired with your adorable tiger stripes, but you know for a fact that starving this little would not affect your appearance that much. It irritated you, and you vowed to tell off the next person who said anything.

“Y/n can-“ “Oh my GOD, are you SERIOUS? I’ve been eating! I havent lost that much weight and i don’t want to hear your Perverted FUCKING Mouth say anything! It’s idiotic for you to continue to act like a jealous schoolgirl and make your ‘sly’ comments! So just Shut up!”

You finally open your eyes from your rant, regretful as your irises meet two bright blue eyes on a horrified face. “I was just going to ask if you can slow down and walk with me-“ Guilt floods your mind as you ear him squeak out his words. You lower your gaze and nod, moving to the back of the group with the boy. It didn’t matter how long this would be, you knew Levi would make you set up for camp soon.

“ ‘m sorry armin, you didn’t deserve that, I’m just-“ “Don’t apologize, you didn’t mean it to me but it was still valid. But never mind that, are you ok? Yes you haven’t been eating but you’ve been…. Cold lately..” You wanted to tell him, just say, ‘ I’m so in love with you that even a few days without your voice makes me angry as shit’ but you knew it wasn’t the right time…. And besides, would he even accept a girl like you?

“I’m fine, just stressed, tired, and overwhelmed…. It’s a lot you know?” Armin nods walking closer to you and letting your answer settle before your group sets up for camp and your pace continues to slow.

“You’re beautiful no matter what, I’ve read articles that said starving is actually terrible for your body, unintentional or not, it won’t end up good. If i have to,” He flushes, continuing to look ahead,” I’ll stay with you all day to make sure you’re eating and drinking water.” You freeze, feeling flushed as you watch him walk away and realize that he just offered to be around you all day just for you to be healthy.

You shake it off, keeping his words at the forefront of your mind before you get ready to retire for the night. You find a note on your blanket, asking you to meet armin at his tent with water and a blanket. Curious as to what it means you do as the note says, waiting at armin’s tent before he opens the zipper with a happy smile, welcoming you inside.

“You got the water?” You lift up the container, making him nod and turn away to a covered pile in his room. He takes the cover off, revealing the food he gathered for you two. “You didn’t eat again, so I didn’t either. And before you say anything, i got some of everything  so you have to eat SOMETHING! I told you all day didn’t I?” You look at him with teary eyes, your emotions of the week spilling out at his gesture.

Sobs wrack your body before he pulls you into his form, engulfing you in a warm hug. You feel him draw soothing circles on your back, rocking you and letting out slow shushes in attempts to calm your mind. You feel him kiss the top of your head and rubbing your back more before he pulls away and guides you to the setup of food.

He grabs you a plate of everything, making you sit and eat with him. You nibble at your food, uninterested in grossing out the guy you like by eating in front of him. But that only made him take your fork and feed you himself, he was determined for you to take care of yourself and love yourself as he loves you. You notice him watch you eat with admiration, happy to see you finally giving yourself some nourishment. You hear him sigh and hesitate, but you leave it untouched before he breaks the silence.

“You know…. I’ve loved you for years, ever since you punched out that kid who threatened me for speaking up, and how you always listened to me talk about the books I’ve read and things I’ve heard-“ “i know, i love you too armin.” “No not like that, I’m IN love with you, like i want to hold your hands, kiss you everywhere, curl into you at night, i want to love you.” You stop mid chew, maintaining eye contact as you swallow and stare at him.

“Are you serious?” “Yes.” “Like you’re not-“ “Y/n L/n I am completely and utterly in love with you.” You push the food aside, crawling between his legs and curling up onto his chest and wrapping your arms around his torso. “I love you so much it hurts armin. It hurt me so badly when you wouldn’t talk to me, i don’t know what i did but i was so mad that i pushed you away.”

Armin tilted your chin up, pressing a quick kiss to your lips before he grabbed onto your soft form with a passion. “I’ll never do that again, I’m so sorry beautiful.” You hold onto him tighter pressing your ear to his chest to hear his heartbeat. “You really think I’m beautiful?”

He pulls away, reaching over you to grab your blanket…. Man he really plans things out, before he wraps it around you both and presses a kiss to your temple. He lets his hands sink into your skin, loving how your soft skin feels on his fingertips. His lips pepper kisses on your neck, pulling slightly back to press a kiss onto your hairline. You loved how gentle he was with you, you already knew the answer to to your question before he even opened his mouth.

“More then you can ever know, my love.”

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Temptress

pairing: armin x reader yuhh

genre: fluff/suggestive

warnings: makeout, nothing too bad but it is suggestive

words: 748 oop

The cool breeze weaved itself in between the tall grass, allowing it to dance with each breath the Earth took. Clouds littered across the sky which moved quickly and silently in the night avoided the moon to allow the giant rock to glow. Two bodies were pressed against each other, hands fumbling and heads bumping, the moon illuminated them as if they were the two leading roles in a play and the Earth below them, their stage. The flowers that were picked just an hour earlier were smashed against the blond’s back, forgotten about and thrown aside when more interesting hobbies came about. 

Armin pushed the woman laid against his chest upwards to bless his eyes with her face. (Y/N) tilted her head, pressing her hands against the soft chest covered in a thin shirt, straddling him innocently as the moonlight behind her shined like a halo. Armin took a deep breath, almost afraid that if he were to breathe too suddenly, he would wake up to a cold and lonely bed. 

“Angel of mine,” he whispered, still holding his breath. Waiting, craving, for the sound of his lover’s voice. He reached out to place his warm hand against her cool cheek, stroking his thumb on the soft skin. She smiled, leaning into his hand and humming at the touch. “My heartbeat,” she responded, trailing her hand to place it on top of his soft drum. 

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