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𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛

reiner☕︎︎

reiner☕︎︎
how about you & me. a date with me making drinks for you

me
hmmm. my friend says i shouldn't talk to you cuz your a fboy. tru or nah?

reiner☕︎︎
depends on if you believe it

me
idk. i'm up to making my own decisions but i kinda trust him on that

reiner☕︎︎
be independent baby, make your own thoughts and opinions on me when you get to know me

me
will there be food?

reiner☕︎︎
ofc, i wouldn't leave you starving would i?

me
okay. i'm free tomorrow around 5. send me the addy and we can link

reiner☕︎︎
see you soon beautiful

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10:20 am

L O C A T I O N : armin and eren's shared apartment

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i didn't like that nickname. beautiful felt wrong. maybe it was because i was so used to armin calling me love, baby, babe, or my love but beautiful felt...ew.

i slid my phone back in my bag and took a look at armin's sleeping form as he was sprawled over his bed. hair fucked up and probably tangled from tossing in the sheets. i chuckled at his sleeping state before heading out of his room and into the kitchen.

"okayyy, let's see what you have in this house of yours." i checked the fridge, only to come across a few beers, a candy bar and lettuce. i blinked in concern for these boys. "what the fuck do you eat on a day to day basis." i muttered to myself as i went back to armin's room to grab my phone. i didn't feel like going out and getting food but i did feel like cooking. i sat on his couch to shop of groceries and having them delivered to his apartment.

"up already?" armin's raspy and groggy voice killing me softly. "i am, just shopping for groceries since your fridge is bare as fuck." i glanced up at him. i choked on air from seeing that he wasn't wearing a shirt. he must of got hot because when we went to bed, he had a shirt on. "boy, where the hell are your clothes?!" i threw my shoe at him that i left near the couch. he groaned once the shoe came into contact with his chest.

"why are you so violent this early in the morning? on a friday of all days." armin threw my shoe on the ground and flopped back onto his bed. "and groceries? you cooking or something?" he questioned. "yeah, i haven't cooked in a while and this seems like the perfect opportunity." i finished adding food into my cart and checked out. "fuck, where is my wallet?" i grumbled, searching through my purse. "just use mine, it's in the bathroom."

i shook my head. "no, i had my card. i don't wanna use your money." armin grunted before going to his bathroom and coming out with his wallet. "take it."

"no."

"take the wallet, kota. it's fine."

"but i had my card, i don't need it."

"dakota, you stubborn child, take the damn wallet."

"armin, you fucking idiot, i have my card."

"they're my groceries anyway." armin took my phone away from me and sat on the edge of his bed, punching in his card number. "arminnnnn!" i whined, not wanting to use his money. i guess all i had was cash on me which was explainable since i was just at a house party. "dakotaaaaa!" he mocked and i rolled my eyes. he throws my phone back at me with the groceries paid for and on their way. "see, was that so hard?" armin threw his wallet somewhere on the bed, laying back and still didn't have a shirt on. manz was fit. his v-line was very defined with soft incoming abs on the way. his sweatpants hung low on his waist and i just wanted to nip on the skin there.