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from your ice cream truck can i request a vanilla bean sugar cone with fresh fruit, please and thank you <3

Order up!! One vanilla bean sugar cone with fresh fruit for Izzy and Mirror!! Sky's Summer and 250 Follower Event!

☾ Pairings ➼ Armin Arlert x gn!Reader

☾ Content/Warnings ➼ fluff, established relationship, modernAU, suggestive content, aged up

☾ Author's Note ➼ Hi Izzy and Mirror! I really enjoyed this one! It's so cute and I just love the idea of taking Armin to the beach. Just his cute little face UGH. This of course is an aged up blue-eyed blonde! I'm kind of tempted to write more for this but alas, I must continue on with my other requests for now. I hope y'all like it!! <3

☾ Word Count ➼ ~2.6k

As the late afternoon sun lingers high for this time of the year, the small trees that litter the front yard of the home you and Armin share are chock-full of birds singing as they get ready for the evening. After hours of packing the necessities for a weekend getaway, you find yourself sitting on the porch step with your car keys twirling around your forefinger as you wait for your fiancé to come home from work.

Your foot taps in anticipation at the thought of traveling. Ever since you and Armin moved, neither of you have been able to take time off to do something out of town, more so you than him since you were always on call. Fortunately, you were able to pull the necessary strings with your boss and even better was the opportunity to hire a dog-sitter at the very last minute.

The hotel was booked as soon as you got the confirmation for time off and now you sit waiting for the 5 hour drive west. All you needed was your future husband who had no idea about the trip you had planned for the next few days.

About a quarter of an hour passes and finally, you see Armin’s cobalt sedan pull into the cul-de-sac and right into the small driveway. You wave your hand with a grin at his wide eyes, no doubt surprised at seeing you sitting on the brick steps. You’re quick to jump up and skip over to the driver’s side door, opening it for Armin before he can do it. His laughter becomes louder as it’s pulled open, and he stares up at you with a mixture of concern and amusement.

“What are you doing, love?” He chuckles, sliding himself out of the seat so that he’s standing in front of you. Pulling him down by his tie, you place your lips over his and he’s quick to kiss back, despite the physical shock of your quick actions. When he breaks away, you see his face blush a bright pink that blooms across his nose.

“I love what you’re doing, but what’s going on?” He mumbles down at you, his heart jumping at your beautiful smile.

“I need you out of that suit, mister.” You say coyly.

“I-w-what? I just got home.” His eyebrows shoot to the top of his face, eyes as big as saucers at your audacious statement.

“Don’t get it twisted. I need you in comfy clothes and back out here in ten minutes.” You place your hands over his chest and lean up for another chaste kiss. When you pull away, he stands dumbfounded at your statement. You jut your bottom lip out in a pout at him.

“What? You don’t trust me?”

“I-I do. This is just so sudden.” He stutters.

“I know! That’s the point. Go change!!” You beam at him.

He nods reluctantly and brushes past you heading for the front door. Your eyes spot his forgotten bag sitting in the passenger seat and you shout Armin’s name before he can disappear. You reach down and grab it with tight fingers then whip around, closing the door with your foot. Armin’s head pops out of the doorframe to see what you need and before thinking, you toss it his way. His reflexes kick in as he catches it with a sheepish smile.

“Put that somewhere in the closet, you won’t be needing it.” You say.

Before Armin had come home, you packed your car with the bags and snacks needed for the trip down to be as efficient as possible. The thought of how excited he was going to be makes you feel giddy, warmth spreading from your heart all through your body to the tips of your toes. He deserved this trip and you were so excited to finally give it to him.

Your blue-eyed blonde finally comes bounding down the steps in a pair of jeans and soft t-shirt, his own pair of keys being tucked away from him locking the front door. He gives you a puzzled look at you in the driver's side, an unusual sight for him when it comes to driving with both of you. You normally prefer to have Armin drive, but this was a surprise, you didn’t want him to find out what it was until you both arrived at the destination.

When he slides in the passenger side, the scent of musty book pages and lemons wafts your way. Armin’s archivist position always made it, so he smelled like the library he worked in whenever he came home. The lemon scent came from the body wash he’s used for years, something you never wanted to change as it was a comfort to you. You inhale softly as you look over to him, who is currently giving you a still very perplexed expression.

“So, are you going to tell me where we’re heading at 3 in the afternoon?” An eyebrow raises at you when you pinch your pointer and thumb together and drag them across your lips in a zipper motion. He hums and turns to buckle himself in.

“Okay, well just so you know, the life insurance doesn’t kick in until we get married so if you’re planning to kill me now, it’s the wrong time.” You laugh hard at that. A goofy grin lights up his face as he watches you double over.

“Oh believe me, if I murder you, I’ll be smart about it. I don’t watch all those crime shows for nothing. I’ve been thinking of a ‘Gone Girl’ type of situation.” You joke back, reaching over to pat the top of his head. “Don’t worry, ‘Min! It’s going to take some time, but it’ll be worth it, I promise!” You shoot him a wink before shifting the vibrating car into reverse and pulling out of the driveway.

About 3 hours into the drive, you hear the soft snores belonging to Armin off to the side. You imagine the heavy dinner you both stopped for finally made his exhaustion win out, not like you were complaining. You side eye his soft face that rests against the seat belt, his cheek squishing against it in the most adorable way. Blonde hair falls in his face, the same-colored long eyelashes resting gently on his cheekbones. If you weren’t driving, you would lean over and kiss his adorable face.

The car zips past rows of fields full of miscellaneous agriculture, blowing in the mid-summer breeze. You’ve been on the highway going a steady 70mph with no interruptions and you thank whoever is looking out for you for giving you a peaceful drive. By this time, the sun off to the west is lower in the sky than when you had left, but it is still nowhere close to sunset. One of the best perks of summer. You reach over to brush some hair out of Armin’s face, laughing softly at him twitching in his sleep, before pinching the volume dial and turning it up slightly.

A few hours later and you’re pulling into the lot belonging to the small hotel you had booked a few weeks ago. It wasn’t anything to ride home about, but the hotel was affordable and within walking distance of Armin’s gift. As you set the car in park, you reach over and gently shake Armin by the arm to rouse him awake. He hums softly as his eyes flutter open at you, glassy and bright shining at you under the orange hues of the incoming sunset.

“Hey, we’re here.” You say with a great smile.

He blinks at you a few times as he wakes up. The seat underneath him squeaks as he sits up fully and does a big stretch, his body stiff from the position he was in for the last leg of the trip. His vision scans the surroundings and luckily nothing gives away his surprise. He does, however, raise an eyebrow at you again. A quiet laugh escapes you as you see the red line that mars the side of his face from the seatbelt he was resting on.

“Are you going to tell me where we are, now?” He runs a hand through his hair to get it back in place. You reach over to ruffle it which results in him swatting at you with a pout, but there’s a hint of amusement in his expression.

“Why don’t you get out and tell me.” You unbuckle your seat belt as you talk, shooting him another coy smile.

He cinches his eyebrows together but unbuckles his own seatbelt before cracking the door open and sliding himself out. All you can see is his lower half as he stands tall, turning around slowly as he takes in the sights, smells, sounds, and feels.

Instantly, you’re hit with the warm humidity, already making your clothes stick to your skin. Your nose is filled with salty air and a hint of cooking meat from the restaurant next door. It’s muffled, but you hear the distant crash of waves coming from behind the hotel building. You sense Armin freezing in place as realization dawns on him.

You push your door open and slide yourself out, turning your head to look at Armin over the top of the car. His gaze slowly shifts over to you, one of the biggest smiles you’ve seen plastered on his face. Those blue eyes of his, so big and full of love for you, staring straight at you. He’s in full shock, and because of that your own shit-eating grin curves up into your face.

“Are we where I think we are?” He says softly, voice trembling.

“Why don’t we go see?” You reply, closing your door with a gentle slam. Walking around the front of the car, you stretch a hand out for him to take which he does without hesitation. He ends up taking the lead, not thinking as his excitement takes over and practically drags you along.

Eventually, the pavement underneath your shoes turns into soft sand, crunching with every step. Armin leads you past a deteriorating wooden fence held together by thin wire and up a sand dune separated by grassy sections. When you both peak, everything goes silent as you both hold a breath at the sight ahead.

The sun sits right above the ocean, just kissing the edge of the water. The sky is painted bright oranges, pinks, and purples as the light bids itself goodnight. There are only a few people on the beach, packing up their belongings from the hours spent in the water. A couple of kids run by with their shrieks of laughter trailing behind them like their kites high in the sky.

You feel Armin’s hand squeeze yours gently. When you look over to him, you’re met with his shining stare that reflects so beautifully off the sky. They’re crinkled in the corners from the loving smile he’s giving you.

“You did all of this for me?” He whispers.

“Of course I did, ‘Min. I see how hard you’re working and you deserve everything nice. I know you were talking about going to the ocean one day so…” You give him a smile so big it closes your eyes just briefly. You feel his forehead resting on yours and you both stand there for a moment, taking in the sounds of the waves crashing and the seagulls calling out for each other from above.

“Thank you. For taking me to the sea and for loving me the way you do.” He says quietly. He pulls away and looks down at you. Before you know it, he’s sliding down the sand with you in hand and leads you down to the water line.

“Armin! We’re not in our bathing suits!” You exclaim from behind. Your voice gets lost in the salty ocean breeze as you’re being pulled along. He doesn’t stop until you’re both at the edge of where the waves reach. He’s pulling his shoes off and tugging his pant legs up so they don’t get wet. Blue eyes find yours in the middle of this and you can’t help but laugh at the child-like expression gracing his features. With just a look, you’re doing the same quickly, pulling off your shoes and socks and thanking your past self for putting yourself into some cozy shorts for the drive.

Shoes now discarded, you both stare at each other. As if reading each other’s mind, you both take a few steps until your feet are submerged into the warmth of the surf. The sand shifting underneath the pads of your toes tickles almost and you don’t hold back the gleeful laugh.

You’ve been to the ocean before, though it has been many years. But this was Armin’s first time. Growing up with only his elderly grandfather and subsequently losing him early on didn’t grant him the opportunities to see the coast. When you both met, you promised you’d take him one day.

sYou watch as Armin chuckles to himself softly at the feeling of the saltwater rushing over his ankles.

You’re glad you were able to finally take him.

You’re so lost in thought that you don’t notice until it’s too late that Armin is dragging you more into the water. The bottom of his pants is painted dark blue from the wet, but he doesn’t have a care in the world. His sights are set on you as he pulls you and does the unthinkable – falling back into the water and taking you with him.

All you hear is the rumbling of waves and popping of bubbles around you as you sink into the ocean water. You’re able to shut your eyes and shut your mouth holding a yelp about to escape before any water can make it in.

You shoot back up to the surface while gasping for air. Armin stands next to you with his gaze locked on the sun off in the horizon, just barely peeking over the water.

“Armin, now we have to trek through the ho-“ You’re cut off by Armin’s lips crashing down on yours. You taste the salt immediately mixed in with his saliva as he deepens the kiss, tilting your chin up into him with a finger. You’re quick to melt into his hold on you.

He pulls away and stares down at you. Those captivating eyes of his makes your stomach do flips. You didn’t think there was anything that would make you love this man any more than you already did but the way he looks at you with his wet hair flipped back and out of his face makes your heart jump.

Your body moves faster than your mind as you find yourself leaping up on Armin, legs wrapped around his waist as your arms do the same around his neck. Your mouth finds his again and you don’t hesitate to slide your tongue through his parted lips, flicking at his. He hums into the kiss, and you feel the corners of his mouth pull up into a smile.

You feel his hands make their way under your ass and grips tight, manicured nails digging straight in your flesh. One hand then makes its way into your shirt and up your back, no doubt leaving red trail marks as his fingers drag up your skin. Pulling away, you bite the bottom of his lip gently before fully facing him.

“You know, we have a perfectly dry hotel room we could use.” You chuckle softly.

Needless to say, the check-in process at the front desk was just as awkward as it was to get the soaking wet clothes off each other’s body as quickly as possible the moment you both made it to the room.

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