riptide ⋆｡𖦹 ˚ 𓇼 ˚｡⋆ armin arlert x reader

chapter 3

 The party ended abruptly when the police were called, red and blue flashing lights cascading through the windows as Ymir grabbed your arm and tugged you off the couch, where the two of you had been sitting, mostly keeping to yourselves as Historia had abruptly disappeared halfway through the party.

The two of you stumbled out of Eren's house as a frenzy of bodies tried to whisk out of the side doors, avoiding the back one that lead through his well maintained backyard and right down to the private beach, accessible only by those who resided in homes on the coast, which of course, you did.

"What a fucking disaster," Ymir grumbled, sticking her hands in her pockets as the two of you walked, ditching the shoes you had on as you challenged the sands. You, per usual, were having trouble listening to her as you looked out into the ocean, admiring the peak tide and the moon's glow, almost illuminating the crashing waves that met the shore, washing over you and Ymir's bare feet.

A cool breeze swept the back of your necks, brushing Ymir's shaggy brown hair out of her face, lighting it up in the midnight gleam. Her freckles burned holes in your heart, reminding you of all those summers ago, when you would sneak out and get high by the docks in the center of town, sitting on the rocks and talking about your futures.

Things had changed so much since then.

"Remember when we went skinny dipping the summer before you left?" Ymir recalled, her tone softer as she turned to you.

Nodding, you looked over to her, grinning. "Yeah, hard to forget since the coast guard nearly caught us buttass naked fucking around in the sand."

Ymir snorted and swatted at your arm. "I had sand in places I didn't know possible for weeks after that."

You had too, but that was the case with most summers before you left. Sand followed you everywhere, caking onto your feet as you walked up to the rickety old staircase your grandpa had built from the porch to the beach out of driftwood.

Sighing, you listened to the waves crash against the shore, yearning for things as they had been before everything, before you got a harsh reminder of how unfair life could be.

For a moment, you let nostalgia take over as you tugged on Ymir's arm, forcing her to stop in her tracks, turning back towards you on the dimly lit beach. You were a few houses down from yours, and a few houses away from Eren's, which turned out to be much closer than it appeared based on the hills the beachfront houses sat on.

If you were sitting on the window seat in your room, you might have a perfect view of his house.

"Don't shout at me," you told Ymir, dropping her hand as she started to protest, but you were too quick. Swiping your white tank top off and unbuttoning your jean shorts, shimmying out of them, leaving you in nothing but your bra and underwear, you made a break for the ocean.

"Jesus Christ," Ymir mumbled, watching you take off into the waves. She complained but followed suit shortly thereafter, ditching her clothes and leaving her in the boyfriend's shorts she had intended on Historia seeing tonight, as well as her bra.

The two of you laughed as the cool water hit your knees, splashing each other, letting the salt rest on your skin. You sank into nostalgia, reminded of the times when you would do this all the time, sneak out and go to the ocean, basking in the night.

Both of you hardly noticed as Eren, Armin, and Mikasa made their way down to the beach by Eren's house.

Armin squinted, spotting your figures in the distance, but wholly unable to see, since his glasses had fallen off during the entire squabble with the police and had been crushed by some partygoers. He could barely see anything.