Not so innocent 🔞 | arminxreader

The scout ball

AN- guys don't worry, this story is 100% centred around armin, but drama has to be made rn 😩😩 like we need a bit of angst to get the relationship fired up, if you don't wanna see stuff w Jean I'd say skip this chapter. It's not going to be heavy with Jean sorry but yeah the next few chapters will make everything add up!!! Ly all

After finally getting out of bed, you and mikasa went to the nicest dress shop inside of walls sina (you know, the rich bitch part of town). It was a dress shop known for its ball gowns and because you and mikasa were high ranking scouts, the women there practically welcomed you with open arms and allowed you to pick any dress in there for free. You noticed the owner of the store had a detailed drawing of a man in a scouts uniform by the front desk, making you wonder if she had lost someone who was once a soldier too. You felt her pain, and I'm sure mikasa noticed aswell.

The shop was decorated with high end jewellery and dresses for your time, each one breathtaking to look at. After browsing around for about 7 minutes, Mikasa picked up a deep red dress in the corner of the shop, the same colour as the scarf eren had gotten for her. You watched as she examined the dress, smiling to her self as she realised it was just perfect for her. "Hey, y/n." She called out to you as you continued looking, "I'm gonna go try this one on." She said with a smile pointing at the dress, which she held out proudly, god she was adorable, always thinking about what eren would like, you could tell.

You looked around for a few minutes, finally picking up a long, deep blue dress. You instantly thought it was the identical to the colour of armin's eyes. You shook your head in realisation, reaching back towards the rack to hang the dress back up in disappointment. No you know what, you thought, picking it back up. This dress was too perfect for you not to get. Who gives a shit about armin right now, well I know you do but you had to show him what he was missing.

You also headed to the changing room, the one right next to mikasa. "Mikasa, I'm trying on a dress too, let's show eachother in a minute." You said smiling to your self. "Ok." Mikasa replied in a upbeat tone.

You took off your uniform, admiring the satin, mesmerising blue material draping from the hanger before unzipping it. You stepped into the unzipped pile of material below you, pulling it up over your shoulders and zipping the back up as good as you could on your own. You looked up, oh wow you thought. You had never seen yourself look so elegant and beautiful in your life. Like you genuinely felt pretty. It was weird, for some reason, seeing your self out of uniform and not even having to think about fighting Titans right now almost bought tears to your eyes.

The dress had short, ruffled, mesh, sleeves that fell gorgeously from your shoulders, the cups fit your chest just right too and the satin material hugged you like a glove. just as it reached your knees, it fell gracefully to the ground, just past your feet, folding slightly at certain points against the wooden changing room floor. "This is the one." You said to your self, you didn't even have to try on another dress because this was just a dream. Even the back was stunning; the thin, string like straps, intertwined and crossed over one another down your back until just above your tail bone, where the long skirt began.

Of course you and mikasa came out and showed your dresses to one another. Honestly, she looked like a literal angel and you knew she could tell too with the way her eyes lit up in her dress. She loved yours on you, just as much as you loved hers on her.

You both decided to go with the first ones you picked out, which was funny, it was like you knew before you even tried them on you knew these were the ones for you. You and mikasa also picked out a pair of heels, yours being a light shade of ivory and mikasa being a deep black. The lady at the front desk carefully folded your dresses and packed up your heels, placing each purchase into a sage green shopping bag, one of those fancy high end ones you never thought you would be seen carrying.