Complexity- Armin x Reader

Chapter 25: Queen

Warning: underage drinking (by U.S. standards)

*Paradis follows similar drinking age laws as Germany. In Germany, 16 year olds are permitted to drink distilled alcohol with an alcohol content of less than 1.2%, being allowed to purchase stronger drinks at age 18. In Paradis, the rules will be the same, except for some minor differences.

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November 3rd, 20XX

Y/n had been running around all morning in preparation for what was on the day's docket:

Armin's birthday.

She had been a whirlwind of nervous energy when she had been putting together the boy's present, wondering if what she had gotten him would be enough.

Sighing, she grabbed the last volume of the Attack on Titan manga and placed it neatly within the gift bag along with the other trinkets she had gotten the boy.

Throwing on a bit of perfume, the girl looked herself over in the mirror and deemed herself ready.

She grabbed the gifts and her purse and called out to her mother.

"Mom, I'm ready!"

In the distance, she heard shuffling, and a muffled reply.

After a few seconds, her mother opened the door to her room and looked in.

Mrs. L/n looked towards her daughter and beamed.

"Aww, you look so beautiful!" She cooed and came up to the girl, enveloping her in a tight hug.

Y/n whined.

"No, I'm ugly."

Frowning, Mrs. L/n smacked her daughter lightly.

"Don't say that!"

Mrs. L/n climbed into the car and buckled her seat belt. She turned the ignition key before turning to Y/n.

"Where to, kiddo?"

After running one last errand, Y/n was dropped off in front of Eren's house, where the party was going to take place. She texted Armin and begged for only him to open the door, because she would probably die of embarrassment if Eren and Mikasa were there to see her fumbling.

Y/n's heart drummed, and she felt as if she were on the verge of having a panic attack.

"Come on, meds, kick in!" She said to herself as she breathed in deeply to calm herself.

Seconds later, Y/n heard the turning of a lock and she stared wide eyed at the door.

Armin opened up and smiled, and Y/n swore that the boy looked more handsome than ever, sporting a long-sleeved, light blue shirt partially tucked into a pair of black jeans and a brown belt.

The boy was happy to see his friend after what seemed to be weeks of disconnect between the two, with the both of them being held up with interfering plans and simply not enough time.

He blushed slightly as he looked at the girl in her creme-colored floral dress and her poofy, knitted pink cardigan that fell down about knee level.

"You look very pretty," he said with a smile and Y/n felt her heart leap. The boy was sure getting better at not stuttering when he complimented her.

"Well, the birthday boy looks really handsome," she said bashfully.

Stammering, she held out her hand and pushed Armin's present into the boy's arms.