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Pokemon No (Armin x Reader)

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Published: Oct 12, 2016

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The thin coat of cotton has never felt so good after a sweet and relaxing shower. Your refreshed skin falls in love with the warmth of the bed and lulls you into relaxation. Breathing in the cold air of the dark room, you nuzzle into the cool pillow and take in the stillness with a deep sigh. An arm cloaks around your torso and brings a lukewarm body up against your back, his breath sweeping the back of your neck. A smile graces your lips as you snuggle into the familiar body and twist into his embrace, cuddling into his neck.

“Your hair smells really nice,” Armin whispers as he kisses the top of your head.

You giggle and hug him tighter, wanting to feel the special warmth of his body. “Thanks.”

The two of you mutter sweet words for a while until the breath of night finally pulls your eyelids and seals them. It’s quiet, warm, and you feel protected in the arms of the blond prince. Curling and hugging his body like a pillow, you enjoy the unique smell of his skin and press your cheek against his chest. His heart is like a steady drum that sets your own core into a slow dance, both hearts skipping into a restful sleep in utter peace. The numbness in the air is silent until a small jingle rings, taking the charming body away from your arms.

Armin slips away from the embrace and runs to greet his phone, the piercing white light illuminating his face. His slim fingers work their way around the glowing screen until he jumps back to you with a childlike smile.

“(Name) get up! We have to hurry up and go outside!” he whispers loudly. You groan and turn away from him. “Come on (Name)!” Armin whines, “This is a rare Pokémon and it’s literally outside the house!”

“I don’t care. I’m sleepy. You’re a big boy, you can go get it yourself.” You pull the covers over your head to block out the burning light coming from his phone but soon felt his firm hand on your arm as he shook you lightly.

“B-But you said you wanted me to show you how the game works!” Armin exclaimed.

“I was joking,” you responded.

“(Name)! Please! I want to go get this Pokémon with you! It’s rare too!”

The blond Pokémon player continues to wail his cries into your ears and shakes you until the sleep in your eyes runs away. Unraveling from the sweet covers you smile sarcastically and get out of bed. “Fine,” you say, “Let’s go get your stupid Pokémon.”

Armin jumps off the bed and runs to the stairs as his steps vibrate into the walls. His excited cries echo up to your ears and pull on your legs until they move sluggishly against the floor. Away from the warmth of the bed your skin begins to shiver under the sudden coldness, and Armin’s plea from downstairs makes you jump as you rush down to meet him.

“Hurry up (Name)!”

“I’m coming! I’m cold so cut me some slack!”

He stands at the threshold with his phone close to his face and a smile on his rosy lips. When he turns to look at you his eyes hold a blinding star of pure joy. He reminded you of a child on Christmas day. With nothing but a cheerful chuckle he grabs your hand and leads you outside, the cold air tickling your fresh skin. Armin stands on the sidewalk and points his phone to a certain spot, and according to the app, a rare Pokémon is supposed to be there.

He lets go of your hand and begins to fiddle with his phone, murmuring under his breath. You cross your arms and wait, watching Armin slide his fingers on his glowing screen until he cries joyfully.

“Ha! Yes! I got it!” Armin says as his lips stretch into a large grin. “(Name)! I caught it! I did it!”

The excitement in his voice pulled your mouth into a small smile and caused you to roll your eyes. A small chuckle floats off your lips as you shuffle closer to him, your smile getting bigger.

“Well, now that you got your Pokémon, can we go back inside?”

Armin smiles brightly and nods happily, taking your hand and leading you back inside. His golden hair frames his face as he looked down at his phone, and his steps stop abruptly.

“What is it?” you ask him.

“Umm…a-another Pokémon showed up.”

You cross your arms and look at him with exasperation. “And?”

“Well…can I go get?”

You swiftly slide your arms around him and bring him closer to you, looking up at him with a face that puts him on edge.

“Do you want to get the Pokémon or come to bed and cuddle with me?”

Armin’s cheeks flush into a bright red, illuminated by the irritating light of his phone. He struggles for words, as if the decision would cost him his life.

“Can’t I have both?” Armin says quietly. Before he could say another word, you dashed towards the front door with a distasteful frown and slammed the door shut. You could hear Armin babble apologies from the other side of the door. As you stomp your way up the stairs you hear the front door creak open and quick steps travel behind you.

“(Name)! I-I’m sorry! I was just joking!” Armin pleads from the bottom of the stairs.

“Shut up! Go get your stupid Pokémon!”

You climb into bed and burry yourself in the sheets, the frown permanent on your face. Armin’s steps creak on the floor as he gets closer, and the bed sinks under his weight as he crawls his way towards you. Armin tries to pull away the sheets from your face but you retaliate with a groan and a sharp pull that takes the sheets over your head. You hear the blond sigh and feel his hand on your back.

“(Name)…I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings,” Armin says in a sad, hurt voice.

“Hmph.”

You feel him slide into the sheets and huddle close to you, looking for an opening to whisper his apology once more. Wanting to hold your ground, you curl into the mattress and try to ignore his sad ridden voice. It almost broke your heart hearing it. Armin slithers his hands and finds your waist, pulling you close until your legs are intertwined with his. You let him bring take you into his arms, feeling a bit silly for getting mad at him.

“(Name)…please look at me.” His voice is soft and sweet, like a violin playing a sweet song in your ear. You refuse his request. Armin ducks his head under the sheets and pulls your hand away, bringing his face inches away from your own. You can feel his breath brush over your neck and his fingers rub on your back soothingly.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers again. He leans in for a short kiss. His lips are soft, like always. Armin steals you away and manages to pull you from the irritating anger that once rattled your mind, carefully speaking with gentle gestures of love and sweet kisses that always took your breath away. Armin pulls away the sheets from over your heads and cuddles his head in your hair.

“Are you still mad at me?” he asks.

You cuddle into his embrace even further, burrowing your face in the crook of his neck.

You smile softly into his skin. “No. I’m not mad anymore.”

Armin laughs quietly and closes his eyes. The scent of sleep finally carries him to a relaxing rest, and you finally get to enjoy being in your prince’s arms without any interruptions.