geek | armin arlert

the riddler

but there he stood, an unusual little grin sprawled up against his lips almost as if he'd been method acting the character. it was out of his own character after all, and it was attractive, so attractive. had you ever found armin arlert this good looking after years of completely ignoring him for jocks and bad boys?

no way, you'd probably say ew at that thought before even thinking it.

but there would be no faltering of feelings, not to say you were one to hold grudges, however he needed to understand how bothered the whole situation made you. saying what was said, leaving you out so far without any communication, and not breaking the silence.

you huff, head turning in fake-annoyance, "i have brothers."

armins eyes fell much softer, smiling a much kinder smile, one that instantly became your favorite.

"a drink for the lady!"

connie had came around to hand back the red cup, a reek of liquor enough to inebriate a person with just a sniff. before completely handing it over, he'd noticed the blonde and if piecing the information from last party together correctly, this was a good sign.

so he also handed out a wink but you couldn't exactly tell if it was in reference to the menacing drink or the fact that armin had disney princed his way back into the picture. at any rate, he walked away into the crowd clutching a glass full of more drink to refill cups.

"erens batman, mikasas cat woman, and marcos the joker." the blonde ended up nearing himself to your right side, noticeably taking a gander at the getup, loud enough to be heard through the music blasting out the speakers "so don't go near marco."

you felt flustered at the reference, knowing enough about dc to puzzle together the more than platonic relationship between harley quinn and the joker. it was toxic, but it was iconic, anybody could tell the reference. it would've given the impression of a couples costume, that's what he was getting at. so you might've over-explained when nervous, just a little.

never had you found the riddler sexy, so then why did armin seem a gazillion times more attractive saying that? the resistant confidence and the discreet possessiveness we're doing wonders for you.

the way his back leaned on the counter, one hands in a pocket, the other swirling around liquor in a cup while watching you intensively. those ocean blue eyes never left your frame even though yours had been bolting all over, unable to escape the surfacing insecurity under his gaze.

it'd been so long since feeling this way, a feeling you deemed useless a while back. there was no reason to feel unconfident, it did no good for one's health worrying about a piece of yourself another was incapable of loving.

though under armin's gaze it was as profound as more than the outside, as if the boy had been taking a glance into every corner and secret on the inside.

get it together grice. stand your ground.

"i'm surprised you're not matching with annie."

poison leaked off every syllable with that verbal punch, especially the name, not meaning for the hostile pitch but it definitely came off that way with how your head turned forward, trying to take no account of his presence. truthfully the eye contact was enough to break you down further into a state of panic. it was dangerous. dangerously sexy.

"nah, she's with bertholdt."

bertholdt? bertholdt! if this was some sick prank being played, the cameras had to cut now before allowing yourself to leap in joy. albeit if cameras did come out, you'd surely start a riot, and crying on national tv would not be cute.