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dochaes · 3 years

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@moonwoken said: 🍒 + hatilead // 🍒 + vortexparadox // 🍒 + lcsthearts // 🍒 + highschccldropout // 🍒 + thekingsparty

send me 🍒 + a url and i will write some positivity for them / ACCEPTING ↷

🍒 + @hatilead mani makes me question whether they’re a real human being because no offense but why are you so talented? so kind? so interesting as a person? her writing is so superior that despite us having chatted a lot ooc, i get sweaty writing for them because?? you do that when you get to write with someone whose writing you look up to, yeah? i do, anyway. i legitimately broke my own “i don’t wanna interact with harry potter muses” rule for mani back when she first followed me on another blog on gilderoy, right now even i don’t know the canon of the majority of their muses yet. yet. i’m very excited for interactions, and ooc chats about muses, and and. it’s rarer to connect with writers when you don’t really share fandoms, you feel me? but i’m genuinely happy to always see mani on my dash, both ic and ooc, and i love our ooc chats, the kindness, the videos of her cat she sends me, the amount of candles they’ve lit for me & my spouse in order to send good vibes, and the times she’s trusted me enough to share something more personal - i feel privileged to have them as a friend and a writing partner (now that we finally are writing, ahoy).

🍒 + @vortexparadox lexi has so much love for so many characters & a talent to writing them all! specifically on this blog, i love that they are giving attention to several less popular characters from doctor who. like, i’m into classic and eu who and i didn’t even know all of these muses, and alas, now i am into even more eu who just because? wanted to learn more about, say, josie! all thanks to lexi’s portrayal! they are immensely awesome ooc as well. one of the few people i feel like i can fully trust with more sensitive private things, and also someone who i don’t feel the need to be scared i’m gonna lose when i have long stretches of time where i feel so overwhelmed by social interaction i just don’t talk ooc to anybody. that’s genuinely rare.

🍒 + @lcsthearts alex, what a bean. i think you’re the only person i’ve seen consistently writing eileen and magda, and look, listen, pals, less popular supernatural muses, who are well loved by her. didn’t we meet with me sending an awkward anon to your cas praising you with like “i’d follow you but i want to respect your duplicates rules” and you just point blank told me it was totally ok to follow you anyway? alex has been around & been a joy for years, and i admire her ability to write from such different fandoms so flawlessly!

🍒 + @highschccldropout you can’t talk about alex without talking about hope! you two go together, ok... i think hope was among the first people to follow me on cas in 2018, totally new fandom, a year hiatus from tumblr rp and all. i don’t often keep following blogs i don’t interact with, but i think we actually didn’t interact for about a year? she’s just special enough that i wanted to keep her on my dash anyway. glad i did else i would’ve missed out writing with a highly talented dean mun! even though we don’t talk very often, i couldn’t imagine not having hope around on tumblr and also discord/twitter ooc.

🍒 + @thekingsparty melli, i had to check if we follow each other on this blog omfg. melli was also one of the first people who followed me back in 2018 when i came back to tumblr rp after over a year and into a new fandom, on castiel! i very much adore her and cannot imagine not adoring her. her portrayal of crowley is next level supreme. i’m lucky every time we get a chance to write! we also don’t always talk much, but i consider her a friend, absolutely so. i don’t feel comfortable around many people, especially when i suck at starting conversations for months on end, but i feel comfortable around her. one of the least judgemental people here, and just very dear to me. also, actual literal crowley. i admire that she’s had her crowley muse for such a long time, too, and the amount of love and care she puts in her writing.

#hatilead #vortexparadox #lcsthearts #highschccldropout #thekingsparty #; outofhearts #i love all of you!#also @ orion i was tempted to write one for YOU #but i don't know if that'd be overstepping boundaries love #thank u for giving me the chance to say nice things about all of these awesome peeps #but also i could write a fucking trilogy about you.

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n0b0dy11 · 2 years

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Stepdad ~DreamWasTaken

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"I'm living my teenage dream

and my adult one"

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Also I didn't know if I should mention this but like :

Y/n : your name

Y/n/n: Your nickname

Y/l: your last name

M/n: Mother's name

D/n: Dad's name

part one - part two - part three - part four

【!TW! swearing, mention of abuse, asshole boyfriends, mention of teen pregnancy, making out, hinting to making love (no smut though)】

His boldness caught her of guard, "like a date?"

"Like a date."

"Yeah, yeah. I'd-I'd like that, send me the details," and with that she swiftly kissed his cheek again before almost running to her car.

"I got a date!" they both said out of disbelieve.

It was the day of their date. It was complete chaos.

Just chaos.

Nothing new.

Clay was being hysterical, he had been planning their date ever since she said yes which was, two days 8 hours and 12 minutes ago, yes he counted.

He couldn't believe it when she decided to go on a date with him, it made him feel like the happiest man alive. and dead, just the happiest man.

But it wasn't much better with Y/n. She had dropped of Layla at her mother's and went straight to a shop for 'the perfect dress'. Which was a hard task.

She hadn't been on a date since the jerk with the name of Jake. So, to say she was stressed was a bit of an understatement. She had already called six of her friends, but they all had the same advise; be yourself and you look beautiful.

It didn't really matter though because her head had an own way of thinking, which was a lot more pessimistic.

but now was the moment.

Clay had knocked on her door, with trembling hands, she had opened the door, with trembling hands.

Clay's breath was just gone. He didn't mean to sound cliché, but she had made him breathless with her beauty.

"You look," and for the rest there didn't follow anything. Just his eyes roaming around her figure.

"You look nice too," she giggled softly, he hadn't seen her this shy since they were in high school.

Even with their nerves the date went amazing. The food was great and they laughed almost the whole time. Only thing Clay didn't like was the waiter flirting with Y/n. But then again she hadn't noticed because her attention was so fixated on him, which made his ego grow twice the size already.

"I had an amazing time," she said to him. Clay had asked to drop her off, but now standing in front of her little house he didn't want to leave.

"i did too," he sighed drowning in her eyes, the most beautiful ones he had ever seen. "I would-I would like to take you on an-another one?"

"that'd be lovely."

He sighed, relieved and just started at her lovingly. She did the same but broke out of her trance sooner, "would you like to come in for a bit?"

The blonde just nodded his head, still to heavy daydreaming to answer. It made her laugh once more, which got him out of his daydream and chuckle a bit embarrassed.

"Would you like something to drink or eat? I know we just came from a restaurant but-"

"It's fine," he said smiling, she was always too sweet.

"Okay," and they sat in silence for a while. not uncomfortable. never, but they both did wish they had the guts or nerve to talk about something.

"Do you want to stay over? Like when we were teenagers, I don't have to pick Layla up till tomorrow afternoon."

"I'd like that."

So he stayed, and he didn't regret it one bit. He loved every minute of it, watching stupid romantic Disney movies while drinking some hot chocolate, they had enough wine already. When the end of the movie was nearing Y/n had laid her head on his chest and he wrapped his arms around her waist.

"I really want to stay this way."

"Me too," he sighed. Clay had always dreamed of this moment, wrapped around the person he loved the most, the only one he would ever love. It warmed his heart when she said this, meaning she felt the same.

"Where can I sleep? I don't want to overstep any boundaries," he asked softly trailing his fingers up her arm making her shiver slightly.

"You can just sleep with me," never would she have thought that she would say this, but he made her feel safe. He had always done, so when she was left with Jake she felt defenceless, because her safe place was gone.

She had it back now, she was never planning to let him go again.

"Okay," he said a mix of adoration and nervousness in his voice.

"Come on then," she had picked herself off the couch and out of his arms, which made both of them a bit colder. She had picked up his hand and tugged him up. "I never really gave you a tour of the house did I?"

He chuckled at her adorableness, he had been in her house few times but he never really had been around everywhere. "I haven't but, I would really like it in the morning then."

"Why?" she asked softly.

"Because right now, I just want to lay in bed with the most beautiful girl in my arms." he whispered against her neck. She had stopped walking and he had decided to stand so close...

"Alright," she breathed in defeat and slight nervousness at his boldness, but she didn't really mind. It was a bit exciting.

"Follow me."

So she led them to her bedroom, it was pretty big for their cozy house, but he could note that she gave the biggest room to Layla.

"The bathroom is there, but you can always just change in here," she giggled.

He laughed at her, "Maybe I will, but you wont be able to resist me then."

she just chuckled more, he loved it. They both hadn't noticed how close they had gotten. If he stepped a bit further he would have her trapped between him and the wall. Sooner their laughter died down and they just stared at each other. Completely lost in each other's eyes.

"Can I kiss you?" he asked. His breath had left him and his voice was soft almost lower than a whisper.

"Mhm," she hummed, unable to form words because of their proximity.

He wasted no time, his lips crashed with hers. Her lips were made for his, he could feel how good they were together. He had never felt so needy for someone.

Her lips were chapped and soft, he loved everything about them. Of course he had dreamed about kissing her since he was like old enough to understand love, but this had blown any expectations he had ever made.

What he loved most though was how she kissed him back with as much passion and adoration. He grunted lowly and pushed her against the wall. She loved it when she could hear how riled up he got.

"As much as I like where this is going," she muttered against his lips who were still trying to make as much contact as possible, "I have a kid I have to pick up tomorrow morning."

"I know," he sighed. His lips had detached from hers and were now lightly grazing and kissing the nape of her neck. His head dropped in the crook of her shoulder.

"Let's sleep then," she said softly.

"No wait," he said urgently. His blond hair lifted from her shoulder and flopped in front of his eyes.

"I know I should ask you on a second and third date and such but- I just, I don't want to wait that long," he said honestly, "Would you be mine? But if you're not ready I'll go on a second date and-"

But she cut him off, with placing her lips back on his. "I would love to," she whispered. It only made him smile wider and start kissing her all over her face. Y/n smiled at him too, "We really should sleep though."

"Let me enjoy the feeling of kissing my girlfriend for a moment," he mumbled dreamily.

She only giggled more, "Alright. Only if I can enjoy my boyfriend."

"Oh, I love the sound of that," he grinned. She kissed him once more, with a bit less hunger but just utter love.

In the end they finally got to bed, they had laughed kissed and joked around way too long, which ended in them being very sleepy in the morning. Y/n was the first to wake up.

Her head was turned to her window, while her back was to the wall, wait her bed wasn't against the wall?

So turning her head around she was met with the blond mop of hair from Clay. She slightly sighed of relieve but then remembered their date. Everything came back, how much fun they had on the date, how they continued to have fun at her house, how he asked to stay over, how they Kissed, ...

Her face heated up by remembering their kiss. When it finally settled in that he asked her to be his girlfriend she felt hot everywhere, as if she was blushing on her stomach and back too.

She tried the get up from the bed, not wanting to wake up Clay who looked too peaceful to disturb. But, every time she tried to stand up or free herself from his arms, they just snaked around her waste again while tightening making her stuck between his arms.

After a lot of attempts she just lied back down, her head resting against his chest and her arms dropped on top of his, their hands interlocking. She sighed dreamily, as she fell asleep again with a permanent smile on her face.

After she had fallen asleep again Clay had woken up. At first he didn't remember where he was before everything started settling in his mind too. He grinned while remembering everything, especially their kiss and her saying 'yes' to being his lover. Oh, how he loved to call her that.

As he smiled his eyes focused on the sleeping person in his arms, his arms tightened a bit more, forcing her to be flush against him. His action got a little giggle out of her. He chuckled slightly before resting his head in the crook of her neck, "Morning."

"Good morning."

"Slept well?"

"Very, you?"

"Like a baby."

"You are a baby."

"Your baby."

"No," she chuckled slightly, "that's Layla."

He smiled in her skin at the mention of the kid. Before it was wiped of his face, what would he tell her? Now that he was dating Y/n he could be her step-father?

But then again he should actually, like factly spoken, be married to Y/n to be her step-father right?

"What are you thinking about?" the said girl asked. He hadn't noticed that in his pondering she had turned around in his arms, now face to face with him.

"Layla," he answered softly, "I just, I don't want to be a father-figure if you don't want to but- I just- I don't know, would she even consider me to be your boyfriend? Would she hate me n-"

But he was cut of by his lover placing her lips in his, he melted into it as soon as at happened as if he hadn't been thinking about a pretty big 'issue' before.

"Layla is no problem," she said against his lips, "she loves you! She even asked me once if I could make you her 'daddy'."

"Really?" he asked shocked, but completely giddy at the thought.

"Yes really."

"Well don't we have a daughter to pick up?"

Y/n couldn't help but smile teary eyes at him. She loved how he had already accepted the fact that she had a child, he even called her 'their daughter' meaning he was considering to put himself out as father for Layla.

"Yeah, let's go pick up our daughter."

*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*

They were both a bit scared for Layla and Y/n's mother's reaction. "It's going to be okay," she whispered to Clay, holding his hand in hers while walking up to her old house.

"Yeah," he breathed. Although he wasn't to sure, he hadn't really spoken to her mother ever since they lost contact. Clay was scared he had messed up his chance at a normal relation with her parents.

"Y/n!" her mother said excited when she opened the door, "Clay?"

"Hey, M/n..." he said unsure.

"It's been so long!" she exclaimed, hugging him closely. AT first he stiffened not sure what to do. In the end he melted into the hug, just like when he was a teenager. He missed this, he missed the L/n family. He forgot how much of a huger M/n was, how he used to work in the garage with D/n, how he used to hang out with Y/n, he just missed everything.

"Mommy!"

While Clay and M/n were hugging Layla and D/n had walked out, Y/n's daughter jumped into her arms as soon as her mother came into view. D/n was stood in the doorframe smiling at his daughter with her own daughter, and at his wife hugging the boy he viewed his son, used to...

"Dad, Mom, can we talk?"

"Of course honey, come in," her mother replied softly, seeing Clay next to Y/n M/n already had her suspicion on what she wanted to say.

"Can I come mum?"

"Yeah," she said looking at Clay who nodded his head, already knowing what she wanted to talk about.

D/n had pulled out four chairs for them to sit, while M/n had ran inside to make get drinks and food.

"So, what did you have to say?" D/n asked.

"Uhm," Clay wasn't sure what to say, he had always been welcome in the L/n household but the numb tone coming from the man did hurt, but he couldn't find it in himself to get mad or irritated, it was his own fault.

"Clay and I have reconnected a few, I think some months back, and we uhm have decided to give dating a chance," Y/n said, taking Clay's hand in her own underneath the table. The small gesture made his heart melt a bit.

Her dad looked the boy up and down before smiling, "I never liked that Jake dude, but I know you Clay. If I ever have to give my daughter to someone I'm happy to do it to you."

Clay smiled slightly, he loved her really, her and her family so seeing that the man wasn't that mad with him comforted him.

"But if you ever pull a stupid stunt ever again, I will find you."

Clay gulped and nodded silently.

M/n laughed at her husbands antics, "he isn't that serious, but we do look out for our Y/n/n, so if you mess this chance up, we will stand by Y/n."

Even though this was kind of a serious, very serious, topic and warning, he couldn't help but smile. He was glad his lover had such a great family, not that he could complain. He was happy to be reunited with them again, he was never, ever, planning on going away again.

"I promise you, I don't want to leave again, I won't leave, never again."

Y/n smiled at her parents, her lover, and her little bean situated in her lap. "You better not, who will I play Minecraft with?!" Layla exclaimed.

For the rest of the day they shared laughs, stories, memories, and caught up, Clay and Y/n hadn't stopped smiling when they returned home.

"You know,' Clay stated, "I thought that would've gone way worse."

"Why?"

"Because I did something terrible to you."

The beautiful woman turned around staring in his eyes with disbelieve and love, she walked up to him cupping his cheeks, "that's the past now. If you're willing to stay, to be in this little family, we will always be good, I've forgiven you. You should too, stop blaming yourself."

He smiled softly, reaching his hands up to cup hers that were still on his cheeks, "I won't leave." He mumbled before leaning forward and kissing his lover.

he was already addicted to the feeling of her lips on his. As was she.

But they pulled apart when they hear a small gasp from the living room, they looked at Layla scared something happened, but when they saw her she was standing before them, eyes wide and mouth dropped open.

"You kissed my mom!"

Clay and Y/n chuckled at her, "i did," the blond stated proudly, "Gonna do something about it?"

"Nothing," she stated honestly, "You two are great together." Now they stood there with their mouths open, slightly surprised at her sudden change in attitude, she was talking so grown up.

"But!" the little girl yelled, "If you dare make my mom upset! I'll kick you out myself." She finished proudly, walking to her room leaving the adults alone.

"Did, did she just threaten you?"

"I think she did..."

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Clay had chosen to stay a little longer in Y/n's house. They had watched some movies together, and laughed almost the whole time.

Even though Clay was happy, he couldn't say one moment were he had felt this happy. No, he was sure, this was the most happy he had ever known himself.

He started kissing Y/n's head, she was situated in his lap leaning against his chest. She hummed softly feeling the butterfly kisses against her hair, "What's on your mind?"

"Nothing," he answered still hiding his face in her soft hair.

"Alright."

"Okay, I was just thinking about how happy I am," he said suddenly;

She turned around at lightning speed. "Really?" she asked.

"Yeah," he answered, getting lost in her eyes.

"Me neither," she replied softly. He couldn't take it anymore and crashed their lips back together.

"Hmm," she hummed in satisfaction, against his lips. Her hands getting tangled in his hair, while his found their way on her hips pulling her comfortable in his lap again.

She, now straddling his hips, started to gently push him in the couch. "I love you," he mumbled against her neck. He had stopped his kisses when he realized what he said.

"It's okay if you didn't mean it ye-"

But he cut her off by kissing her again, his hand now on the back of her neck gently pushing her closer.

"No I meant it," he said, "just not sure if you wanted to hear or say it yet."

She smiled at his consideration, Jake never really did, "I love you too."

He groaned softly hearing her say that, he grabbed her neck again, kissing her more passionatally and rougher. Her hands found their way on his chest again. When they started to change positions, Clay on top and Y/n being straddled, the bell rung.

really? Now?

But they ignored it, untill they rang again, "just ignore it."

Again, "Clay-"

"No, no, I don't want to go."

She chuckled softly, "I have to get the door though."

they both sighed, Clay sitting up straight, while Y/n went to the door.

"Can I crash here tonight?"

"Of course, love," Y/n responded, not even aware about what she called him.

"I like the sound of that," he mumbled to himself, a grin plastered on his face.

He went in her room to change for the night, he had noticed that time had flown by and it was already midnight. Which made him think, who would knock on someone's door at this hour?

When Clay had gone to her room, Y/n went to the door. She wasn't sure who would be there but she didn't want to be rude if her neighbour needed something, or something like that.

but as soon as she opened the door she wanted to slam it back shut again, but the person's foot had been placed between the door and the frame making it impossible to close, without breaking his foot.

"hey Y/n/n," the person said, "did ya miss me?"

"No," she said, "No, no, no Go away Jake!"

A/n

Soo... it's already part three!!

I loved this not gonna lie, hehe, but if someone has something they want to see further in to the story just let me know! I also wanted to thank you all for the support around this series already!!

I hope you enjoyed, if you want to be reminded to the next chapter you can also just ask!

reminder: @ghostofscarley

(I know you didn't ask but you wanted it last time so I would think also for this part,)

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pepurika · 2 years

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so, over thanksgiving I read Tiger Tiger, totally binged it, and I absolutely love it. it's gorgeous, engaging, I love the artwork, it's so pretty and detailed, and the characters are so funny and expressive... they are all so insanely charming!

one thing I was wondering is, are you okay with people writing fanfiction about your characters? they've been on my mind a lot lately, but I'd hate to do anything that'd come off as rude or overstepping a boundary. I tend to write slowly anyway, and most of my ideas never see the light of day... it's possible that nothing would ever come of this regardless, but I wanted to ask just in case.

THANK YOU THANK YOU..!

I love all kinds of fan work! I don't think I can personally read fanfics myself (because legal stuff?) but I fully endorse them as well as any other type of fan works!

I think fanfiction is really cool and to be honest I'd be rather honored to have fanfics of my work hehe... I know there's some Tigers related texts online already and my friends have read them!

So yeah have fun, enjoy the story and feel free to explore the characters and the story more if you feel like it!

#fanfiction #fanart

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hentaimommi · 3 years

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ᴏᴄᴇᴀɴ ᴇʏᴇꜱ | ᴀʀᴍɪɴ ᴀʀʟᴇʀᴛ (x fem reader)

Warnings: cute cute cute. This is s4 Armin btw! (for timeline)

Summary: Being the new commander of the survey corps was fresh, new. Your first act was an innocent trip to the beach..but was it all so innocent?

[O C E A N E Y E S]

"Commander (F/N), this is your new office. I expect great things from this space. Armin Arlert will be here shortly." Captain Levi left coldly, as he always did. A mystery even to his superiors, who had stripped him raw over the years. Your eyes met each corner of what used to be Erwin's office. Dust had taken over old areas, books piled high and unfinished paper work rested on his desk. Your eyes softened, paneling over to the chair Levi had sat your things in.

Erwin was a leader you'd looked up to the entire time you participated in the corps. Even as a newbie, he held his head high as the commander, and others followed. Being apart of the 104th was difficult; but you had ripped your way up the charts. Caring for no one was the name of the game, it was easy. Until you met Armin. He was the sweet to your salty, always right beside of you. He'd push you through every problem, loss, and back track you faced.

When Eren was gone, taken by the traitors, you knew nothing would be the same. Armin cried on your shoulder that night, and slowly, you learned to comfort him. Mikasa didn't mind your connection to him, neither did Eren. They only asked that you never hurt him, but, how could you? He was the sun in your darkness. So smart, kind, and full of dreams. The way he talked of the ocean, you knew you had to go. The day you all rode out for hours, nearly lost. Levi kept pointing out how stupid and useless that was, but you didn't care. Armin was happy, so were you.

When asked who you wanted your 2nd in command to be, the answer came without question. Armin accepted with joy on the promise that you would, once again, see the ocean. With him. That was your first thing to do, first plan as the 14th commander. No one agreed with you, but why would you care?

Unpacking the rest of your items and sweeping the last parcel of dust, you sighed looking upon the clean room. It was a nice fresh sight to see, perfectly suited to your style in all. You sat down in the old chair, only to hear a quick knock at the door. "You may enter." Your voice was raspy from not using it for so long. The door creaked open slowly, revealing the short-haired blonde man. "Hello commander! I'm here to help with plans for tomorrow! Sorry for the intrusion I just-" "Say no more, Armin, its okay. You can sit down- and, call me (F/N), as always, please." He nodded, sitting down along with the three books on the ocean he had brought.

You smiled at the sight, eyes lingering in his blue ones for a second longer. The one to break contact was him, looking down at the now open book you hadn't realized changed. "So, um, when would you w-want to leave?" His voice was meek, you could tell he was scared. "Are you afraid of something?" You asked, slightly smiling and removing your hair from the tight pony tail it had been in all day.

His swallow was hard, eyes jerking out of the window that subsided in the left wing of your office. "I just don't to overwhelm you to the point you don't want to go." His shame filled voice was sweet, making you smile once more. "I will go, no matter what. It's the least I could do." He nodded, beginning to read aloud a passage of the sea.

The night was sweet. He read, telling you interesting facts about the ocean. His eyes wouldn't leave the book, if only once to look at you. He observed your under eye bags, pretty hair, even wondering how soft your skin was. He then felt as if he had violated a boundary, instantly looking back down. By the end of the book, you'd fallen asleep in your chair. Armin smiled down at you, standing up. His heels clicked across the wood over to you, his nimble fingers scaling through your locks. He enjoyed seeing you at peace, for no one else had.

The next morning you awoke in your bed. The morning light split between the slips of your curtains, blinding your freshly awaken state. Groggily, you stumbled into the bathroom, only to find yourself losing motivation. Then, a knock came on your bedroom door. "Comman- (F/N)! Sorry. Are you ready?" The meek voice plated into your ears. Armin.

Swiftly you ran back into the room, opening your drawers to find a quick outfit. "Yes! Give me a moment please sweet heart!" Blushing at the accidental name calling, you threw on a uniform, matching yourself with the cloak in hand. Putting your hair into a ponytail, you then slipped out of the door and into the office portion of your quarters. "Sorry, I woke up late. Ready?" You asked, smiling. He took one look at you, then stared for a moment. You looked so breath taking, like this. His heart began to thump until he was smacked back into reality with a firm grip on his shoulder. "Armin?"

When you all set off there was a breeze in the air, something special. You had wished other cadets a sweet goodbye, leaving your duties to Levi for the evening. He agreed in order to keep his fresh shipments of tea coming in. Armin looked back at you a few times on the ride. You rode the carriage, which had many supplies for an overnight camp-out on the shore. Everything was tied down well. You all spoke little, determined to arrive there before dark.

Upon arrival, the ocean stared at you smack in the face. A sea breeze like no other, salty and sweet, perfect for the both of you. He looked back once more, only to feel the same feeling from before boil in his ribcage. You looked stunning. You had been looking back, too. The eye contact was unbreakable, like the ocean wasn't even there. Although it broke when your horse shook, scaring the both of you. Playing it off with a chuckle, you coughed. "Should we set up camp?"

Armin nodded, "U-Um, yeah that'd be good." He jumped down from his stallion, climbing onto the cart that held your supplies. Pulling a small paper and pencil from his pocket, he began checking off things. You, however, were captivated by the sea. So large and beautiful, like nothing you had ever seen. You almost felt bad. In your own world with Armin, citizens would never see this in their lives. Why did you deserve this?

"(F/N), we have a problem." His voice was almost squeaky as you turned around, wind blowing through your locks harshly. "Yes?" You walked over, smiling at his frown. "There is only one tent, someone must have forgotten the other." Hands placed firmly onto your hips, you laughed a bit. Problem? That wasn't so bad. "We can sleep together, can we not?" As soon as the question left your lips, his ears and cheeks free ablaze. "Y-Yeah, we can. For sure." You smiled, clapping your hands together. "Okay, let's get this done!"

When finished setting up camp, Armin had been basking in the dull light of the shore. His feet were dug into the sand, pants rolled up along with his sleeves. Your heart panged, why were you feeling this way? He was so beautiful, so untouched and virgin to anything. If you had romantic feelings, would he even notice? You shook off the feeling, sitting down beside of him. There were no words as you both looked out, the ocean reflecting beautifully from his eyes like the depths of something you had never seen. In a fit of exhaustion, your head fell loosely onto his shoulder, making his chest rise. You looked so calm, so gorgeous. He wanted to hold you instead, but knew it might overstep a boundary.

"Sleepy head, it's dark, we need to get into the tent and snuff the light." You heard Armin's voice push you away from your sleep, your eyes meeting with his. His hands were tucked softly under your legs, which had been wrapped around his waist. Never had you felt so flustered, although it was obvious he had lifted you from the sand. "Oh! I'm sorry." You got down, wiping yourself of the sand. He smiled, opening the tent flap for you to crawl in.

You did, and he followed, only making you realize how cramped the space was until this point. The tent was meant for one person and a few items, but you had two people, along with their items. Armin felt conscious of his breathing, as he nearly held you agaisnt his chest whilst being curled into the cramped tent space. "I-Is this, is this okay?" He asked, pushing the light away with one hand. It was dim, barely providing adequate light. "You can come closer, if you need. I know the sand is uncomfortable." You offered, pulling yourself as close to the tent wall as possible. He did so, scooting further, spooning you.

Both of your faces were bright red, ears as well. The tension was so thick even Levi couldn't cut it, and that was saying something. You felt him hesitate, but slowly relax. "(F/N)?" He asked, arm resting onto your shoulder. You turned, finding him closer than you had thought. Your faces were met close and together, finding out just how small the tent really was. "Yeah?" The air was hot, matching your cheeks and forehead. "I have something to tell you."

You nodded, stomach churning. Did he not like this? Was this making him uncomfortable? How stupid were you. "I have feelings for you. The reason I insisted we go alone, was because I'm in love with you," He admitted, clearly zoned out enough to let himself admit just embarrassing things. "When I see you walk with Eren and Levi, laughing, it hurts. When I watch you cry, I only want to hold you. I've never felt this way for anyone, so I have concluded this is love." He finishes, finding himself looking into your eyes for reassurance.

You are stunned for a moment, taken aback that he felt the same for you. Quicky he over-thought the silence, thinking this was rejection. Though, you noticed the drop in his expression, and cupped his pale cheeks into your hands. "Armin, I love you."

His cheeks grew even more red, eyes searching for your own. His large hands came up to yours, cupping them softly. Your bodies came closer, forever shutting the physical and metaphorical gap between the both of you. Your lips met, noting how soft his were. Just as he was. Then, his nose nuzzled against your own, foreheads meeting to match. "I truly do love you."

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