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{So if you're already here then you already know the basics:

Y/N = your name

and I'm not going to bother with the physical characteristics because its a drag on me to write, and its a drag on you, the reader, to read. So in terms of you and other people that read this: there will be no specific characteristics when it comes to you. You will never be described, and you will never have to read "e/c, or h/c, or h/l." Hopefully you don't mind.

But lets get down to it!}


"Uh-" the boy in front of you breathed. It was lunch time and you were seated with your normal circle of friends. One friend in particular was standing right beside you in a stuttering mess, his face was red, and his eyes were almost brimmed with tears. Almost. Armin can be pretty courageous when he tries to be, and right now he was really taking a step out of his comfort zone. "I was-I wanted to- uh.

You could clearly understand what he was trying to do and stood up, smiled, and took the blondes hand. "Lets go somewhere else for this, huh?" you suggested, knowing that if you were in his shoes you'd want to be out of the seeing eye of the public (the public being his and your friends, oh, and the rest of the wing).

Immediately, he nodded, and followed you out of the cafeteria; leaving behind the surprised faces of your table and a very agitated Lance Corporal.

"Wow, do you think Y/N actually likes Armin... or is she just really nice and is letting him down easily?" a confused Connie asked Sasha, who was currently stealing food from your plate.

 "Honestly? No idea" She replied through a mouthful of bread.

000

You were still holding on to Armin's hand when you found a quiet, deserted area outside. You sat down on a patch of grass and pulled the boy down so he could sit next to you. The warm breeze that swept through the grounds, paired with your tender hand in his and your homely smile was enough to make Armin visually relax.

Still though, you knew he had something he had to get off of his chest.

"Alright, Armin, do you feel a little more comfortable?"

The boy took a deep breath before nodding; it brought a small grin to his face as you squeezed his hand in yours. "Yeah, thank you, Y/N."

"No problem," you almost chuckled. "You looked like you were having a tough time telling me something in front of all those people."

Armin didn't look at you as you waited for him to begin speaking. You had an idea of what was about to leave his thoughts. Based on his little choke up in the cafeteria you were guessing that the blue eyed boy had a crush on you; which you never would've guessed. Armin is nice to everyone, including you, so you really have not had a thought about whether or not he liked someone, it was impossible to notice. But, apparently, Armin is very good at hiding his emotions.

"Y/N, I-" he started, stopped, took a breath, and started again: "I like you...as more than a friend, I-I think."

You put on a half smile as you looked at the others face, which was red and pointing down, not looking at you. You leaned over and pressed a chaste kiss to the heated skin of his cheek before you pulled away. If possible his skin turned into an ever darker scarlet shade and he looked up at you. "Armin, I love you, and I love our friendship, but I don't think that we're for each other."

(You felt a little proud of yourself for how gently you let him down) And Armin, to you utter happiness, actually had a little hint of a smile as he nodded. The all at once he let go of your hand and had his arms around you in a light embrace. "You're really the best, Y/-"

"Alright, that's enough." a familiar voice grunted as it made its way towards the both of you. Both you and Armin stood, him saluting at your superior, and you rolling your eyes. "Arlert, laps. Now."

 The blonde mumbled a 'yes, sir' before running off.

"Little brat," Levi murmured as he watched as the small figure ran off to run an indefinite number of laps, but knowing Levi, it was probably a lot. Poor thing...

"You know," you looked into your boyfriend's steel eyes. "You at least don't have to be so you towards Armin of all people."

"Yeah, well," his bored gaze stared back at you. "He shouldn't have put his hands on my woman." Then he turned and started walking, and you followed. Levi wanted so badly to grab you, and kiss you, and tell you (again) that you were his, but being as you're both outside and have a risk of being seen, that was out of the question for now.

You had a slightly confused expression. "Did you miss that part where I kissed him?" you questioned, to which Levi stopped in his tracks and turned to look at you with a deadly gaze.

For a moment he just stared at you, hoping that you were kidding, but when you did nothing the older man went over to you and picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder. You yelped at the sudden action, then you began to struggle against him. "Levi! Someone will see!"

"Tch, you think I care at this point?" Levi smirked as his hand landed a smack on your ass, to which you gasped at. "Besides, I need to wash the brat off of you quickly."

You huffed, giving up to Humanity's Strongest. "At least it wasn't on the mouth..."


{That seemed a bit like Armin X Reader, but meh. I hope y'all liked it! and I don't know--Maybe if any of you like bands like FOB, P!atd, BVB, and the likes, you can also check out my other account @kadence0

If you want.}





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