I NEED TO FIND THIS FANFICTION PLEASE

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barbie boy! (^ー^)

another barbie boy!

Mizuki dating HCs

note -> I absolutely love Mizuki, they are one of my favorite characters in pjsk right after Mafuyu!

warnings -> mentions of transphobia.

content includes -> fluff, slight angst, they/them used for Mizuki, kissing, cuddling, shopping, dates, PDA, Mizukis secret, teasing.

Mizuki is very affectionate and clingy, they just can't help but want to touch you at any given moment, holding your hand or having their body pressed against yours they don't care as long as you two are touching in some way, but if you are uncomfortable with PDA they would understand and respect it.

They were very scared to come out to you, they know that you will accept them for who they are but the comments and insults their classmates throw at them still sticks to them, so when they told you and you supported them they were incredibly happy.

Mizuki loves teasing you over the smallest things, they just love seeing the flustered look on your face whenever they flirt with you or make a sneaky remark, they find you absolutely adorable!

It isn't new that Mizuki likes shopping and cute clothes so as their partner expect to be dragged along to every shop they want to go, even Mizuki getting you to try on a few outfits. Mizuki also likes to make their own outfits so they would probably make a matching set for the two of you!

Mizuki loves planning dates for the two of you! They would combine all the things the two of you like and make it into a super special date! They love surprising you with them and you never know what kind of date they are planning next!

They love kissing you! Doesn't matter if it's on the cheek or lips they just love kissing you, they can't get enough of you! Mizuki also really loves cuddling with you, burying their head in your neck or chest whenever they are the small spoon, they just feel safe in your arms.

Confessing

A/N: Yeah I'm taking JJK characters! I haven't written for Toge before and tbh I'm a little shaky on his personality, so sorry it's a little short, but I hope this is good! Accidentally posted early so had to remake it 😬

Featuring: GN reader || Inumaki Toge x reader

Warnings: just some fluff

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Confessing feelings with Toge is a trip, to be honest. Whether it's you confessing, or him confessing to you, it's a bit of an awkward mess to start, but it's sure to be a memorable start to your relationship.

If Toge is the one confessing, it takes quite a bit of effort on his part. Given his limited safe vocabulary, no amount of saying "salmon roe" or "bonito flakes" will be sufficient in getting his point across, not to mention it takes some of the romance out of the moment. So instead, he'll focus on his actions primarily, to make sure everything is perfect and his intentions are clear. You're his crush, of course he doesn't want to make a fool of himself.

He does enjoy cooking here and there, so he'd invite you over to cook together, maybe making silly faces with the ingredients to make you laugh. It'd be a fun filled afternoon, playing video games or watching something, spending quality time together while he works up the courage to finally show his true feelings.

The true moment comes when he brings out maybe something personalized, something that can show his words in the way he can't verbalize to you safely, like a cookie or other sweet treat with his confession on it, perhaps with some flowers.

If you're the one confessing, you'll have to be clear about your feelings. Although Toge is naturally very intuitive, given he is a natural born jujutsu sorcerer with a long family lineage, he is also still a teenage boy with his mind focused on developing his skills rather than romance.

So when you first confess that you like him, he's a little confused. You two are friends, of course you should like each other?? Once he understands what you really meant, however, expect to see his cheeks turn red and his eyes become the size of dinner plates. His limited speech turns into speechlessness until he can gather his thoughts to respond to you, his mind way up in the sky.

Once you've gotten him back down to Earth, things are a little awkward as you two accept it all, and he might ask you to repeat what you said he's still processing that you have the same feelings as him (and he likes how it sounds). But after that, be prepared for a very sweet turn in your relationship together now that your feelings are out in the open.

Tagging: @saturnvamp @watyousayin

mc: wow! i can't believe me and sebastian got 'most likely to be married' hahaha we're just really good friends guys

*24 hours ago*

sebastian, standing on a table: If we don't win, I will steal the ballot and fight everyone who doesn't vote for me and mc.

how would rui kamishiro would act if he had a crush on you?

— RUI K☆MISHIRO

definitely gives you gifts he's made for you, he once gave you a small snow globe and it's been in your room ever since you got it. it's actually super pretty too. ( sleepless nights were achieved because of it. )

you guys probably aren't even friends, he just likes to look at you in class, actually, mizuki teases him about it. "hey, why are you looking at [name] all the time, huh? you should go talk to them."

he FINALLY gets the balls to talk to you, and you two actually hit it off pretty well. and beside that, he does his little :3 face alot more because he's just so happy.

okay, i know he really didn't have the confidence to talk to you, but once you guys were talking already, he was actually realllyyy bold. flirting with you then and there. friends with benefits?? HAHAHHHAH

but when you do actually flirt back, he smirks and it immediately becomes a competition atp, but then he suddenly gets all flustered, remember that he actually likes you

insert mizuki making kissing sounds and wiggling their eyebrows while rui hits them lightly for them to stop

after you've been friends for a long time, he finally gave up and asked for your permission to court you.

hihihihihi

rui kamishiro having crush on his friend (reader) n then confessing to them by accident like they r handing out one day and he quietly says ‘i love you so much’ without realising

please and tyy <333 have a good day darl!!

THIS IS THE CUTEST REQUEST EVERRR!!! UGHHH MY HEART HURTS! i saw your other submission, i’m just replying to this one because it’s the actual request!! ur the best, thank you all for so many asks! this is the longest thing i’ve written on here! this sparked me with so much inspiration!! sorry if it gets a little emo, i’ve not been feeling all that well myself recently mentally! ^_^” sorry for projecting on you rui!

CW: it gets really angsty, but it’s a hurt comfort, i promise! food as a metaphor for love at the beginning. reverse comfort. rui is autistic coded sorry i just can’t help myself

Rui Kamishiro is an idiot.

Rui had a problem.

A problem that swelled up in his stomach, travelled to his chest, and landed in a horrible place- his heart. He didn’t even notice it at first too, the warmth in the back of his throat, the burning in his lungs. Countless days sitting at his desk, mindless tinkering with something, wondering why he suddenly felt so apprehensive around you. A shocking pain filled his gut,

Rui Kamishiro was in love with one of his best friends.

He couldn’t stop it. He tried to snap himself out of it- he really did! He knows he can’t feel that way, knows it isn’t right. He feels so perverted every time he’s next to you because all he can think of is how your lips would feel on his, how sweet your gaze is on him, how you’d warm his cold hands-

God, he’s the worst. Thoughts would slurry through his head every time you’re near. You’re his friend! He should be thankful you want to speak to him, it’s selfish to feel this way about somebody, especially somebody like you.

He truly believes that close relationships like those, are not for the likes of him.

He braces himself for the day you realize that he would be no good as a lover - he’s sure you know - but he comes to a gut wrenching epiphany that he doesn’t seem to mind all the much how you’re in his life. He loves you, but you like him, and he can deal with that. He can take friendship, what he can’t take is disgust, that’d be agony to him, so he’ll make sure you never feel that way towards him.

He locks his feelings deep inside where nobody can ever find them. Not you, not Nene, not anybody.

And he’s okay. Truly, genuinely, okay with it. He should take what he can get. He should be grateful you talk to him.

He sighs, lost in his thoughts, you shoot him a look. He shouldn’t have done that, he laments, he’s probably gone and worried you.

Class ends quickly, he dodges you ‘till lunch time.

You find him, you always were good at quickly sniffing him out. What a predicable friend you have, you muse. The two of you sit down, a pregnant silence overtaking the both of you.

“Rui? You’ve been-“ you search for the word, “spacey. You feel alright? No one was bothering you or anything, right?” You jab whatever was in your lunchbox today, as if killing the meat for a second time. Your tongue lulled out in concentration, he lets out an amused laugh.

“Aren’t I always spacey?” His head cocks to the side, a lopsided smile appearing. How come all of his worries about you vanish when you two are like this? Isn’t this supposed to make him feel worse?

“Spacier than usual.” You decide, pointing your utensil at him threateningly. “I know you better than you think, don’t play with me.”

Not well enough, he wants to beg. He wants to know you in every way possible, wants you to know him-

“You’re doing it again!” You groan, shoving a bite into your mouth. Your face lights up at the taste, it’s endearing to him - well everything about you is endearing to him. “Ooo! Try this!” You beam, grabbing some between your chopsticks.

He thinks you’re going to place it on this lunchbox, but is shocked when you just stare at him, holding the food an inch or two away from his mouth. He opens his mouth, and you let him take it between his lips.

A thousand thoughts flurry in his head again, and he tries to grasp at them desperately to contain himself. A few rose colored pieces of paper appeared in his hand.

The first, was that that was way too domestic. That’s what you’d do with a lover. That’s what you’d do on a picnic in a meadow, a radio playing classical- God, his emotions are really getting to the better of him. When did he start thinking about things like that?

The second paper he discovered, was the realization that your lips had touched those very chopsticks too. Did you not realize that you had just touched your lips to his - in a way? Did you not care? Maybe it was meant to be familiar, he’d drink off Nene all the time.

The last paper was a simple thought, a thought he would actually be willing to tell you about.

That was really good.

He realized you had been watching him intensely, and he prays that you didn’t see his face contort three times in the 8 seconds he had been chewing. You looked at him as if you were expecting a response, and the paper butterflies stop shooting all over the place.

“Good, right?” You say, egging him along like a parent who had finally gotten their child to resign and eat vegetables. He’s always been particular, even now his lunch box only really had snacks in it. You’re glad when you see him eating.

He decides to give you a hum of approval, and a nod of his head. He doesn’t trust himself to talk to you. You feel giddy that he enjoyed it, and it shows on your face. He feels giddy too.

“You should eat more. I can start making you lunch that you’ll actually like if that’s what it takes. You’re looking pale.” You tease, shoving him gently. “Is that why you’re so spacey today? Because you’re hangry?”

You’re a good friend, he thinks. You’re such a good friend, and that’s why I love you.

“I’m not hangry!” He pushes you back, laughing heartily. “And you don’t need to bother making me lunches. I’m capable, I just don’t want to.”

“Whatever than, weirdo. Starve.” You shrug, “if you pass out during a show and I have to nurse you back to health, I’ll say I told you so!”

You two finish eating quickly, not really talking that much, and he’s resigned to looking down guiltily during class again. School flashes by quickly. He has rehearsal today, he wants to groan. Maybe it’ll take his mind off things. He has a new idea to pitch to Tsukasa anyway.

Rui soon discovers that rehearsal isn’t going to be all that good today. He steps on Nenes foot twice, he runs into Emu a handful of times, and now he’s in a bad mood because on top of all of his thoughts, Tsukasa turned down his idea for a flame shooting Robo-Nene.

“Rui!!” Nene whispers, breaking him out of his thoughts when she jabs him in the side. “Cmon, you gotta pay attention or ‘Kasa’ll get moody.”

She cares about him, in her own sisterly way. It’s funny. He’s sure she can even guess what he’s thinking about.

“Sorry, Nene..” He says softly, rubbing his face in frustration. Why does he have to be such a freak? He wishes he were more like Tsukasa. Tsukasa probably doesn’t have paper butterflies in his head.

What a dumb thought that was, paper butterflies. He wishes he didn’t have stupid thoughts like that. Normal people don’t think of feelings that way, he knew you definitely didn’t think that way, what a weird person he was.

Rehearsal passes after time, he leaves quickly, too quick for him to even offer walking back with Nene. She’s going to Emu’s probably, he thinks so at least. He checks his phone, a notification from none other than ‘Weirdo’ - your doing, not his - Popping into view. You had insisted he’d change your contact when you had seen it was simply your name. It always got a chuckle out of him, despite the irony of you calling yourself the weird one.

Weirdo: wanna come over after your dance dance time?? i need help with math, mr smarty!

Me: Sure, I guess I can spare some brain power. Let me whip up a little Rui Math magic

Did that sound weird? Whatever. He sends it, changing his route to end up on your street instead. The walk is filled with the usual misery of a smitten teenage boy, apprehensive feelings washing over him. He prepares what he should talk about, repeating things that he’s sure wouldn’t be weird to say. He wishes he could make feelings disappear, he wishes he could disappear really. What a different world it would be if he weren’t in it, what a better life you’d have if he weren’t in it. He shakes his head, trying to block that away. He’s so dramatic, it makes his skin crawl in disgust.

He knocks on your door, but quickly gets another text.

Weirdo: just come in.. i left it unlocked!

You should really be more careful, he frets, opening the door and pulling off his shoes. He thinks you’re too trusting of people, even of people like him. If you knew his disgusting thoughts of love towards you, you’d certainly be frightened. Like when a miserable diseased stray wants you to pet it. Actually, you’re too kind to be deflected from petting a flea-ridden animal. That’s just the kind of person you are, maybe that’s why you two are so close.

He pushes the door of your room open, being met with the dejected stare you’re giving your math homework.

“Rui,” you look up at him, “I think I may be stupid.”

“You’re not stupid.” He chides, sitting down on the bed next to you.

“Whatever, I give up!” You toss it onto your desk.

“I just got here, I haven’t even tried to help you yet!” He says amused, trying to go grab it. you stop him, pulling him back next to you. His breath gets caught in his throat. You’re close to him, way too close to him.

“Honestly, I used that as an excuse for you to hang out with me. I was desperate, okay?!”

Those words shock him. You thought you’d have to trick him into hanging out with you? Did you not know how devoted he was to seeing you? Just the thought of you wanting to see him mad him giddy. If only you knew how quick he’d go if you’d asked him to be there.

He tries not to think about how close you two are. It’s not weird, Rui, they’re your friend. Friends lay together, don’t they? He’s played video games together with Nene in her bed, this is normal. He’s looking too much into this. What a weirdo he was for thinking like this, he’s a total slime ball.

“Y’know, Rui.” Your voice breaks him out of his thoughts, your touch lingering as you nudge him. “If you want to talk to me about something, you can.”

He feels like he’s been shoved under water, the current throwing his body around. Everything is too stressful, and now even your presence can’t make the weird thoughts go away. He suddenly becomes hyper aware of how close you are to him. He’s guiltily dreamed about being this close to you, feeling your warmth, touching him gently like you always did.

Those dreams weren’t for the likes of him, he can’t hope for things like that, he tries to remind himself every chance he gets.

So why does this feel so real? Why can he smell your perfume, and see your worried face, and feel you touching him so tenderly. You can’t keep getting his hopes up like this. He wishes he could be a good friend for you.

He wishes he didn’t love you in such a depraved, disgusting way. He wishes he wasn’t such an odd person. He wishes he didn’t think the way he did. He wants to be normal.

“Rui?” You say worried, grabbing his cheek. Stop it, he wants to beg. He can’t feel you in this way and act like it’s normal. He can’t be this close to you and be casual about it.

His face contorts into something awful, a helpless expression coming forth. His mouth opens to beg you to understand that he is okay. He truly is okay.

“I love you, so much.” The words are like a ghost, shooting out of him. His breath gets caught in his throat, and so does yours.

What?? How could he do that?? All he can feel is despair curling up inside of him. His worst fear is going to come true, you’re disgusted. This is the most humiliating thing he’d ever felt in his entire life. He’s failed the one rule he set between the two of you, you’re going to leave his life forever. You’re gone now. This is worst than any torment he’s ever faced in school.

He needs to try and defend himself.

“I-“ His words are hasty, and he reaches to tear your hands off of his face to grab them earnestly. “I- I don’t know why I said that-“

He finds himself unable to continue talking, what can’t he talk?

Your mouth is on his.

His face relaxes, his brows unfurrowing as he hums miserably into it. He grabs you desperately, relishing in how wonderful your lips feel. He really shouldn’t be doing this. He really shouldn’t-

He deepens the kiss, trying to bask in you for just a second longer. His thoughts are all gone now. It’s just you, you, you.

It’s hasty, and needy, and salty. Your noses bump together carelessly, your teeth scrape each other. It’s both your first time kissing anybody, after all.

You two part shortly after. He’s panting, and so are you.

His breath gets caught once again once he sees the depraved line of spit connecting you two. You wipe his cheek, when did he start crying? How embarrassing.

“Rui Kamishiro, you’re strange.” You smile shakily, voice sickly-sweet with fondness. “is that what’s been on your mind this whole time?

He nods, apprehensive to admit anything.

“I love you too, if that’s what you’re so concerned about.”

You say it like it’s the easiest thing in the world. Like he doesn’t love you like a stay dog loves the person who gives him scraps. He feels like everything is lifted off of him, like his head is finally above water.

He can’t help but let out a pathetic gasp. It makes his skin crawl. “I-“

“It’s fine. You don’t have to say anything if you don’t want to.” You bring him towards yourself, holding him so gently he thinks he’ll faint.

He decides that he’s willing to be guilty if it means he gets to be like this with you.

What a selfish, hormonal, smitten, weird, depraved boy he is.

Strawberry chapstick, huh?

AOT SMAU

when they are jealous

drunk confessions…pre-relationship

what they love most about you

scheduled sexy time

when arguing

raging gamer boys

break up prank

when you get drunk

when you get injured

when they are needy

after an emotional family dinner

when you are jealous

sexting

pregnancy scare

1k special: family groupchat

thirst trap reactions

what would you do if i died?

i miss my ex prank

saying you don’t enjoy sex with them

get me pregnant

unsolicited d*ck pic

sex injury

faulty tampon

wrong person!

i didn’t shave

autocorrect fails

periods, hormones, mood swings

insecurities

fake dating

flowers prank

premium air

instagram pages (imagines)

what if they had instas?—levi, eren, armin, & jean

what if you had instas?—levi, eren, armin, & jean

i need more bf armin if you can please🥹🥹

i’m such a hoe for this man so like

QUESTIONS WITH BF ARMIN 🎀

warnings: literally just gonna make you hate couples in love, i’m nauseous reading my own writing bc i want this so bad. a little suggestive but doesn’t get into it much

context: y/n, as armin’s lovely girlfriend, asks him a series of questions in her own little interview that she records on her phone.

✧─── ･ ｡ﾟ★: *.✦ .* :★. ───✧

it was your average Tuesday night, and you with your ever so spontaneous ideas wanted to sit down with your boyfriend of 2 years— Armin, to put him to the test on a multitude of semi-serious but mostly ridiculous questions.

you take in a deep overdramatic sigh, staring at your boyfriend with a dead-set look in your eyes “so, armin.” you cross your arms in front of you as you sit criss cross apple sauce straddled in his lap, with a small stack of flash cards held in your hands. your phone was stood up by a box of paper tissues off to the side, showing both you and your boyfriend in the phone screen recording.

“yes, baby?” he answers you with a soft dazed smile, his pupils dilated staring at you intently, hands on your waist drawing small circles waiting for you to ask him the oh-so-serious questions, he shouldn’t be scared. after all, they’re just some questions, right?

you stare at him with a glare trying to look intimidating, “question one…” you trail off dramatically.

Armin stares at you with a stifled smile, trying to remain serious just for your sake and to make you happy for this little TikTok trend you want to participate in again. He leans slightly forward to place a small chaste kiss on your cheek.

“that was not part of the question, i told you to be serious.” you huff jokingly but he just smiles brightly up at you.

“i can’t help it, you’re right here in my reach and you’re just so- ugh..” he emphasizes with a fake swoon and a chuckle.

“okay, AGHEM-”

✧─── ･ ｡ﾟ★: *.✦ .* :★. ───✧

question number 1:

“what pet names do you call me the most? n’ what’s the favorite name that I call you?” you say sweetly. your eyes bore into his awaiting his answers while clutching onto your flash cards.

his fingers lightly tapped the sides of your legs, occasionally tracing small circles dazedly as he thought about it.

“i call you baby the most. i dunno what else. there’s sweetheart, angel, honey. momm-” he trails before you cut him off and stare at the camera with wide eyes. you clear your throat slightly side eyeing the camera before returning your view to him and his stupidly adorable dazed smile.

“OKAY! and what’s your favorite name that i call you, minnie?” you ask him with a tilt of your head, reaching a hand out to play with the tufts of his blonde hair.

he huffs, softly dropping his head onto your chest while wrapping his arms around you tighter, squeezing gently.

“mmm, i like everything you call me. but i think that one time i was uh like panicky and stressed and you called me baby, my heart kinda j-just like.. skipped. ya know? like what are they called— heart palpitations? in that situation it just made me feel really good.” he tilts his head up at you, his chin propped up, slightly rambling.

in this moment he really just looked like the embodiment of the cutest golden retriever ever.

you smile at him, “you’re just adorable aren’t you?” he reacts to this with a small blush forming on his cheeks shaking his head side to side slightly.

“y/n/n you have to cut off some parts of this video. i ramble too much when it comes to you i just start rapid firing shit out like i’m rapping.”

“it’s for comedic purposes. shush.”

✧─── ･ ｡ﾟ★: *.✦ .* :★. ───✧

question number 2:

“if you would rather have me with the personality of your ex, or your ex with my body. who would you choose to date? choose carefully and think about what you say before you say it.” you tease him.

his eyes widen slightly as if you had just asked him the most life threatening question ever (honestly to him it could be).

“w-well..” he buffers. he looks up at the ceiling in deep thought or as if it’s gonna have an answer written out on it.

“i would remain single until you return back to normal.” he nods, seemingly assured that his answer was the right one.

you stare blankly at him, then at the camera, then back to him. “the audience is going to have to decide on that one.” you assert.

at this armin’s eyebrows furrow confusedly and his arms wrap around you tighter. “w-what? baby i don’t have much to work with here for an answer.” he sasses.

“you could’ve just said you would- you could like- well in the sense that.. yeah you’re lowkey right.” you shrug sheepishly.

he rolls his eyes jokingly, “can i ask you a question now?”

“if this is another question like gay son or thot daughter im not answering it.”

he laughs slightly, “no no no. it’s something different.”

you nod for him to continue, “what is it then?”

“uhhh can we turn off the camera for this one?” he looks at the camera quickly before returning his eyes back to you.

your eyebrows raised at his shy question, his gaze adverting from you and staring down at your his shirt that you are wearing.

“whisper it to me.”

pst pst pst whisper whisper whisper

you stare blankly at him after pulling the side of your head away from his face with a rosy pink blush now surfacing on your cheeks.

“s-so you see.. i can not answer that…?” you buffer just as he did earlier.

he giggled softly at your confuzzled expression and he squeezed your leg gently with his hand.

“mm see how you can’t answer that one either, angel?” he grinned smugly tilting his chin up at you slightly.

“oh shut up.”

(news flash: he asked you what position he hits it best in 😸)

✧─── ･ ｡ﾟ★: *.✦ .* :★. ───✧

question number 3:

you grab your phone, quickly clicking the .5 button as the phone camera zooms out in view, now causing armin in the view of the camera to look a bit—stretched?

he stares up at the camera, the angle making his puppy eyes just like that much larger and cuter in the process.

“can we not film me from this angle, baby? i don’t get to look at you properly with the phone in the way.” he huffs slightly.

“no.”

“yes ma’am.”

“anyways, next question and i want you to think about this in depth.” you nudge him

he hums along, “i’m listening.”

“what made you realize you loved me?” you ask him deeply.

this question causes armins mind to suddenly blank over a tad bit just to reminisce about the first moments he met you.

he stares up into the camera as you try and withhold a laugh at how stupidly cute the .5 angle is making him look.

flashback:

it was junior year of high school, and at your lovely age of 17.

the teacher was passing back the recent scores from your latest exams. high school was definitely hard but you always seemed to manage with your high grades, expectations, and your extremely competitive nature.

the only person who seemed to have always come close to you or beat you was Armin Arlert.

*insert sparkle noises here*

yeah, he was a little infuriating when it came to competitive aspects but his pretty face lets him get away with it—but definitely not when it comes to you right?

the teacher came around the corner and placed your paper upside down on the surface of your desk. feeling confident with the results, you flip it over to reveal the high score of 98 percent on the white parchment. with a giddy smile, you turn directly behind you in your chair to come face to face with Armin.

only to see him already staring directly at you with a dimpled smile.

“98. what did you get, arlert?” you boast to him while holding up your paper.

“really? i can’t believe it after your poor performance last time.” he teased still grinning at you.

“i got a 90 last time, that’s not even poor.” you roll your ey at him with your mouth slightly agape. “what did you get if you’re so smart?” you huff.

he hummed, his glasses shifting slightly down the bridge of his nose as he leaned slightly forward closer to you in his seat, “a 94, y/n/n.” however his paper remained flipped over and his forearm rested on top of it.

you glanced down at his desk where his veiny arms lay upon the paper, your tried to squint to see some type of number in red but his arms covered it.

you brushed this off, instead focusing on how you scored higher than him as an even bigger smile now appeared on your face. “hm, better catch up next time, arlert.” you nudge him.

“you already know i will, princess.” he nods as his he leaned his head on his left hand looking into your eyes.

you turn around in your seat and face back towards your desk as the school bell rings to signal the next period of the school day. “i’ll see you tomorrow, might wanna get back to studying a little more.”

you pack up your bags, proudly stuffing the 98% exam in your bag. zipping up your backup, you smile, happily leaving the classroom oblivious to Armin’s lovingly proud gaze, as well as his now-flipped-over exam on his desk that revealed a 100%.

flashback over

armin looked up into your eyes with you still in his lap, disregarding the camera shoved into his face.

“i think the moment i realized i would do anything to make you happy, even lie and make myself look worse, is when i just knew i would do absolutely anything for you.” he gushed.

“like you didn’t even know i lied about half my scores until like a year ago. i just loved seeing you smile because you’re so just— ahh.” he hums as he throws his head back slightly and dramatically with a toothy grin.

you cup his cheeks in your hands as you trail your eyes over all his features. “i’m honored that if anyone was my academic rival, it was you, blondie.”

“oh stop it.” he gushed. “but yeah, i just knew when i just felt that weird feeling in my chest every time i saw you happy.”

your heart felt as if it was going to explode, sure you’ve been with armin for a solid 2 years. but this has never really ever been brought up.

“and i also realized when i had the urge to throw jean against a wall when he was flirting with you.”

“okay well atleast chivalry isn’t dead.” you sigh, armin laughs before reaching up slightly to place a gentle peck on your lips.

✧─── ･ ｡ﾟ★: *.✦ .* :★. ───✧

let’s just say the peck led to other things because your lips now were noticeably swollen and your hair was messy from armin’s hands running through it.

you pick up your phone camera that was absentmindedly discarded when the two of your guys’ small peck definitely did NOT escalate into a make-out session **blame armin.

“so g-guys.” you take a second to collect your breath. “that’s some questions that my boyfriend answered. this definitely will get me banned if i post all the clips but they will be edited so..” you glance at armin who drags his eyes from up and down your body.

“yeah. i gotta go.” you quickly blurt before clicking the end record button then immediately drop your phone back onto the couch, crawling back into armin’s lap and continuing where you left off.

“love you, love you, love you.” armin mumbles against your lips, clutching his arms tighter around your middle.

✧─── ･ ｡ﾟ★: *.✦ .* :★. ───✧

notes —

hi guys!! lets just pretend it hasn’t been 2 months since i last posted. i’m reading requests and im gonna try and put out as much as i can before spring break ends. thank you for all the love and support <3

also armin as a hot nerd is just everything i’ll ever need.

Stay forever (Fem!Reader x Emma Bloom)

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Emma took a deep breath, staring out of the window to the green fields. Up there she saw you run around with Fiona and Hugh. Hugh’s bees buzzing behind him as they escaped his laughing mouth. Glancing down she felt those strong butterflies in her stomach. Reminding her how much she just adored you.

Something she was afraid to admit. The last time she felt so in love was when Abe was still around. Her first love and in her eyes back then her only love. The leaving of Abe had scarred her deeper. Deeper than she ever would admit. Sighing again she stuck her hand in the sink. Pulling it quickly out, feeling how cold the water had turned.

So occupied in her own mind, the water in the sink had turned cold. Half cleaned plates sitting in the soap. Emma groaned at her own neglecting, sticking her hand in again. Pulling the plug she watched as the water got sucked down the drain. Enoch entered the kitchen watching her move her finger under the water to feel the temperature.

He quirked his eyebrow up upon entering. Emma jumped back when the water was boiling hot on her skin. Enoch rushed over, shutting the facet. – “Where is your head today Em?” – he asked, turning the faucet open once more. Grabbing her finger he held it under cool water. – “I…I don’t know…” – Emma replied.

She glanced your way without being fully aware of it. Her heart simply yearning for you. Enoch noticed her staring outside. Caught in her own daydream. He sighed loud letting go of her finger. – “I’ll finish up, you go ahead and be outside with Y/n.” – Enoch said rolling up a sleeve. – “What?” – Emma blurted out. Enoch chuckled rolling his other sleeve up.

“Go on, I know you want to be around Y/n.” – he motioned with his head for her to take her leave. Emma smiled shyly. – “You are the best Enoch.” – she replied, getting on her toes to give his cheek a kiss. – “Yeah, yeah I know now head out!” – he ordered her. Emma dried her wet finger against her dress, hurrying out of the kitchen. Emma rushed out of the pink house to the outdoors.

Out of breath she came to stop near you. – “Our kitchen princess has finally arrived.” – you said coming to a stop. Fiona and Hugh both pulling at your arms for the fun of it. Emma smiled bashful back at you. You nudged Fiona and Hugh to stop pulling at your arms. They got the message running away whilst laughing. – “Now you have all of me.” – you told her. – “I have…” – Emma whispered back. You started walking away, Emma following you like a ghost.

Wherever you went, she went. Emma had an urge to be constantly close to you. Emma’s gaze fell upon her own shadow following her. Seeing how close it was to yours, but just that bit behind. It made her wonder if she would always be your shadow? A shadow of herself that Abe had created when he left. It worried her that her grief for Abe would limit her. It frightened her to think you might leave one day too. That she had once again given her heart away for just to be torn apart again.

Glancing over your shoulder, you had noticed Emma had stopped following you. Staring lost at her own shadow. You walked back to her with a smile. Lowering yourself a bit, you wanted to project yourself in her vision. Slowly her eyes met up with yours, acknowledging you. – “What are you thinking about Ems?” – you asked curios seeing the sadness in her eyes. Emma shook her head, shaking it off. – “It’s nothing.” – she replied putting on a smile.

Furrowing your brows, you didn’t believe her much. – “Emma.” – you said grabbing her by the shoulders. She wouldn’t respond so you simply bend down. Unclipping her heavy boots. Emma’s feet started to float out of the shoes, lifting herself up higher. – “Y/n!” – Emma screamed out in a panic as you grabbed her hands, keeping her from floating higher up.

“Are you crazy! Help me down!” – she panicked as you could only laugh. – “I’m not letting you go Emma. I’ve got you.” – you reassured her. Emma glared at you, making you give in and assist her back down. Emma clasped her shoes back shut. – “What was that for?” – she pointed out. – “Nothing much.” – you said shrugging your shoulders. – “Just me showing you that I’ve always got you.”

Emma puffed loud. – “You won’t always be around!” – she stated, crossing her arms. Her words came as a shock to you. – “Is that what you think?” – you asked her. You moved so you’d face her again. – “Emma I’m not going anywhere.” – you reassured her. – “That is what Abe said too… before he left.” – she uncrossed her arms, a wave of sadness crashing over her.

You took her by the shoulders, making her look at you. – “I’m not Abe. I’m Y/n and I’m telling you that I am not going anywhere Emma Bloom. I’m staying right here as this is where I need to be. I feel at home around you so why should I leave?” – you told her. Emma’s eyes widened with delight.

“You are my home Emma. Don’t you see I’m not leaving home.” – before you could utter another word had Emma jumped in your arms. Hugging you so tight, you got squashed in her grip. – “You are my home Y/n.” – she replied. Pulling her head back, she kissed your cheek. Then your lips, surprising you.

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No thoughts, just soft mornings with Saeran.

Being an early bird at heart, he always wakes up before you do. Plus, he loves watching the sun rise in the mornings, while the entire world is still asleep, and he can enjoy being one with nature and the sky above him. It gives him a sense of peace and freedom he never grows tired of. Being able to walk out into the fresh morning air and just sit there, watching the sky for as long as he likes, is a luxury he treasures with all his heart. Sometimes you wake up early enough to join him, though you are much too drowsy to get all poetical about the sun rising with him, preferring instead to just nuzzle into his shoulder with a gruff little hum as he strokes through your hair and murmurs his observations to you.

But on most mornings, you stay in bed for a good few hours. Saeran is not bothered by it. In fact, he never gets tired of waking up surrounded by your warmth and nestled up against your chest. On some days, he still finds himself getting all choked up as he look on at your peacefully sleeping form pressed up against him like the perfect puzzle piece he was always missing. It's entirely possible that he's just too sappy, as Saeyoung sometimes jokes about. But he wants to never stop cherishing what you have brought into his life with your loving soul and a gentle heart. It's easy for him to get a bit lost in his own head and start whispering sweet nothings to you that you may or may not hear, depending on how deep your sleep is.

He'll often end up just laying there with you, listening to your breathing, and gently stroking your face with the most adoring smile a man can muster. There are some days when you are fortunate enough to wake up to that smile. Although, this is not so lucky if you have somewhere to be on that particular day. It is practically impossible to will yourself to get out of bed and deny yourself the possibility of hours of cuddles.

Occasionally, you will wake up to the soft sounds of kitchen clutter. Saeran always makes it a point to cook breakfast for you guys. It'll look different, depending on what your needs and preference are, but it will always make you feel fulfilled and ready to start your day with a clear head on your shoulders. One of your favorite things to do is to paddle over to the kitchen right after getting out of bed, and watching him cook silently, with a smile on your face. Seeing him relaxed and happy like that makes him look so unbelievably cute. At times, he might even hum along or mumble to himself adorably. Of course, you will eventually come up to him and wrap your arms around his torso, hugging him from behind and placing a quick little kiss right below his ear, smiling at the slightest of shivers your warm touch provides.

On certain days, this could very well turn into a lengthy kissing session between you two that may or may not lead to anything more, depending on your preferences. Just be sure to turn off the stoves and ovens, because the last time you accidentally burned Saeran's cookies, he ended up pouting at you for the rest of the day. Of course, you knew that was just playful banter on his part, but you don't want to make the same mistake twice!

If the weather is pleasant and warm, you'll eat your breakfast out in the garden and take in the morning sun and fresh air under some lighthearted conversation. Saeran will ensure that any bugs that may be bothering you are kept away from you, if that's something you don't want to deal with!

It's common for Saeyoung to wake up last among the three of you. Saeran's gentle scolding about the need for a proper sleep schedule has improved his sleeping habits significantly, but he remains a night owl at heart. He'll usually come out yawning and stretching in the middle of your breakfast. And, while he has his own portion ready and waiting for him, he'll always make it a point to steal a bite from you or Saeran with a cheeky little grin.