hello, moon!! I dunno if you're still writing aruani hcs, but if you still do, can u write something about annie getting drunk af, and whispering to armin sweet nothings she wouldn't dare tell him sober? Thank uuu
I just think Annie would be drunk enough to blabber, but also really hungry so somehow everything she ends up saying is this really weird mixture of being straight up in love and horny AND hungry. Essentially, Armin is food at this point.
It's a TV night, they're on the couch, curled up. Annie's just staring at him like a sleepy cat, cheeks all flushed and slurs, "You have a nice adam's apple."
He's immersed in the news about baleen whales but absent-mindedly chuckles. "Okay? Thanks."
But she's still focused on it like a cat on treats. "I meann. It's all sharp and pokey and..." welp, she starts prodding it lightly. And Armin is easily ticklish so he puts her arms away and hugs her closer, laughing.
"Getting handsy, miss little drunkard."
But she's not letting up! Twisting around, Annie continues to stare at him until he starts to feel self conscious.
"You... You're cute." Then, before he can respond, she adds, "You're hot. It's bad. Like a crime."
That's all he needs to blush, and he does. Smiling, he quirks an eyebrow at her. "Oh you've never told me all that before."
Annie scowls. He has to laugh, he really does, having her drunk across his lap is like having a mischievous, bored kitten intent on stealing his attention. Honestly? He loves it. Forget baleen whales for now. Armin abandons the news.
She's got her eyes resolutely fixed on his neck. "I want it."
Armin leans down, playfully pressing his forehead against hers. "You want me?"
"Not you," She frowns, swatting lightly at his cheek. "The apple."
He pretends to look hurt. "Aww, Annie... is that all I am to you?"
But when her fingers start to trace along his neck, grazing, ticklish, slow and sensual, his thoughts start to stutter. She can't do this to him, it's not fair. He didn't drink only because he's a bigger disaster when drunk, but why did she have to? Now it's messing him up -- her lidded blue eyes, the permanent flush on her cheeks, the hungry stare, the inviting shape of her lips...
"I think it's kind of annoying," Annie whispers, pulling him close. "That you're so cute. And hot. And sexy."
But it turns out --- she wasn't talking about his face. She was talking about his adam's apple 𼲠A week later, it's still the peak of summer, but Armin has to wear a turtleneck.
