Darling [armin arlert x reader]

𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞~ 𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐲 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬

ʸ/ⁿ'ˢ ᵖᵒⁱⁿᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵛⁱᵉʷ

Armin and I have been at the beach for a while now, as he has been reading to me. I have never felt safer than when I hear him read every sentence out loud. When he suddenly stopped reading I looked up at him confused. My eyes widened when I found him staring at me with a strange look in his nordic sapphire eyes. He gave me a sweet half-smile before sighing.

"We should collect seashells." he insisted as his face lit up by the idea, and with a face like his how could I possibly say no? I nodded as his half-smile grew wider and he closed the book, making sure to fold the top right corner of the page he had finished reading.

"Let's go!" He cheered as he held his hand out to help me onto my feet. I took his hand in mine and pulled myself before standing and admiring the adorable sight in front of me.

His golden hair was slightly disheveled from the wind blowing it in all directions and his mouth had a small smile plastered onto it. His baby blue sweater had sand sprinkled on it lightly from when he fell over trying to sit down earlier. Overall he was simply just gorgeous.

"Y/n, can I have my hand back?" he asked as he scratched the nape of his neck with his free hand.

no, you can't...

I looked down at our hands before looking away from him, as my cheeks glow pink and releasing his hand. "Sorry..." I mumbled.

"It's okay! now come on, those shells won't collect themselves will they?" He exclaimed before he began to walk along the beach staring at the sand as I followed and did the same.

There was a comfortable silence between us as we held shells in our shirts like little kids. Every so often, I would turn to look at Armin, and the smile on his face, whenever he sees a shell, melts my heart.

"Y/n..." I looked up at him and stopped as he did.

"Yes?" I replied with a raised eyebrow.

"Uh, open your hand? I want you to hold this shell.." He smiled awkwardly.

I shrugged and opened my hand waiting for him to place the shell there. He brought his hand over mine closed and then opened it, but there was no shell and instead, he put his hand in mine and held it. I stared at our hands with wide eyes as my face began to heat up.

"It's entertaining when you blush at silly things like that." He smiled down at me as he rubbed his thumb across my hand.

I open my mouth to say something but nothing comes out, instead I just stand there staring down at our hands.

"Your hands are so cold..." He whispered. "Are you cold, Y/n?" He asked as I looked up at him.

I didn't even realize I was cold, I guess I've been distracted. "Yeah, a little." I shrugged.

I gave him a questioning look when he starts to take his sweater off revealing a plain white collared button-up. "Here." He held his sweater out to me as I took it hesitantly.

"T-thank you.." I stuttered as I put it on. The sleeves were way too long and it reached the middle of my thighs but it smelt like him. The strong scent of vanilla and roses dancing around me had me intoxicated.

Armin's cheeks darkened as he stared at me, standing in front of him in his sweater. "Uh, it looks good on you.." He smiled awkwardly as the color remained on his cheeks.

My eyes widened at his words before I chuckled nervously. "Thank you," I mumbled.

We stood there in silence, staring at each other. Both our cheeks a light pink color and butterflies in my stomach. Those oceanic eyes will be the death of me... I wonder if my e/c eyes affect him the same way? Probably not.

Armin's lips curved up into a small smile before he chuckled looking out at the sea. "Why do you look at me like that Y/n?" He asked me.

I was taken aback by his question. "What do you mean?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.

He sighed "When we first met at the library yesterday you had this strange expression on your face. It seems whenever we make eye contact you give me that look every time." He smiled down at me.

How did he even notice the way I have been looking at him? Does he not remember me from the beach all those weeks ago? I'm sure he didn't obsess over me as I have him...

"I don't understand, I look at everyone the same." I lied with a smile. I could have sworn his features showed disappointment...

"Ah, yes that makes sense..." He laughed as his cheeks grew darker again.

word count: 822

author's note-

I'm sorry it took so long! I was struggling to come up with what I should have written. Please tell me what you think.

~rosiebellemarie xo