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Marriage Pact (Erwin x Reader) Part II

Synopsis: To the surprise of the cadets, Commander Erwin is married to more than just his work. Their curiosity brings up fond memories of your and Erwin’s early days in the scouts.

Word Count: 6.2k

Tags/Warnings: Language, No Reader Pronouns, Fluff, Marriage Pacts, 104th Cadet Corps Shenanigans

Part I Part II Part III Part IV

Notes: It's heeeeeeeeeereeeeeeee

He woke you up the morning of your expedition before the sun rose, gently shaking you awake where you had slouched over. It took a few blinks to remember where you were and the night of drinking, games, and stories you orchestrated the night prior. You sat up with a yawn, back cracking in the multiple places where your makeshift mat of seat cushions hadn’t been kind to you. Erwin knelt on one knee in front of you, his frame outlined in the dark blue hue of the early sky that trickled in through the tall windows. He spoke softly about getting everyone up to prepare to head out.

Hange remained curled up in your lap with their arms wrapped around your leg.

Erwin’s cloak draped over your shoulders and enveloped your form. You wouldn’t even remember you were wearing it until you stopped by your quarters to change into your full uniform. Unable to catch him in the chaos of the expedition prep, you left it hanging up near his horse.

He hadn’t even asked for it back, nor did he bring up your agreement from the night before.

***

“Like… the captain in the Garrison?” Eren chewed his bread thoughtfully, betraying an otherwise bored expression. Jean leaned forward to gauge everyone's expressions around the table. His face fell as everyone seemed to busy themselves with their mundane meals. Jean’s brows knitted together as a severe pout tugged at his lips.

“Yeah…?” He glanced at Eren, who didn’t meet his eye, before surveying the table again. He repeated your rank and name, stressing each syllable. Jean waved a palm in the air. “Hello? I thought you guys would be more invested in this.” A wave of silent hums and acute cringes spread throughout the gathered cadets. Jean sputtered, throwing his hands up in disbelief. “What?”

“I mean…” Armin started, staring off into the grains of the wooden table. “It makes some professional sense.”

“Armin—”

“Really, Armin?”

“Stop.”

The few low hisses circling around the table made Armin bow back toward his meal. Jean blinked, rubbing the back of his hand across his eyes, trying to convince himself that he wasn’t dreaming.

“What is with you guys?” Jean exclaimed, slapping away Sasha’s hand, which was slowly creeping onto his plate. His mouth opened and closed as a croaking sound stalled in his throat. While everyone ate as usual, Bertholdt was unfortunate enough to meet Jean’s crazed expression. He gulped, quickly shoving a spoonful of stew in his mouth. “Really, Bertholdt?”

“Jean,” Reiner swiveled in his seat with a roll of his eyes and a heave of his shoulders. He breathed out a sigh, letting his spoon hit his plate. Reiner hand waved once assertively in the air in front of Jean’s face. “It’s just not believable.”

“The commander’s initials were literally on the bouquet.”

“No way is Erwin sending roses to a government office,” Eren interjected as if stating the obvious. He blew a few strands of his bangs away from his face, hardly looking at the rest of the group as he tried to play off his clearly piqued interest. “No way Erwin’s sending flowers at all.”

“Damn, Jean, get a grip,” Connie muttered, elbowing Jean in the side.

“Did I mention that his initials were on the card?” Jean swatted at Connie’s arm, the two briefly engaging in a battle of swats and slaps before Jean turned to the table with a determined fervor. He held one hand planted on Connie’s cheek, keeping himself out of range of Connie’s attempted slaps. “And they used to be section commanders together. There is quite literally a picture of them framed in the captain’s office.” He pointed confidently off in the vague direction of Garrison headquarters.

“There is?” Mikasa muttered, her forehead knitting together slightly as she cocked her head to the side. She pinched her chin between her fingers in thought. “Huh, I always just focused on the tea cart.”

“We all focus on the tea cart! And the snacks that are sometimes also there!” Reiner asserted, slapping the table, causing the dishes to clatter. He crossed his arms with a disappointed shake of his head. “Psh, everyone knows that. That’s why running paperwork to the Garrison is the best job you could get assigned. I’d fight a man to be able to sit in a cushy room drinking tea for an hour. It’s like getting a paid break to sit with a— a, uh—” He held his clenched fingers up to his lips as he searched for the word, nose scrunching. —“A wise tree.” Reiner’s hand opened emphatically to accent the phrase.

“I have fought a man for gopher duty!” Sasha barked, food still in her mouth. “And when I got there, I got extra sugar and that really expensive bruise ointment—”

— “Oh shit, really? That’s where you got that from?” Ymir blinked from the other end of the table. “That stuff is really nice.”

“And I got to keep it!”

Jean huffed, sitting straight to cross his arms with a stuck-up nose.

“Look at the shelf on the opposite side of the desk the next time you’re there because I guarantee you that ointment was paid for by a commander’s salary.” He struck a fist into his opposite hand. His determination to be right had hardly been extinguished.

“Let’s go now.”

Jean’s eyes snapped wide open.

“What?” The others were already beginning to stand. Jean’s gaze darted to each of them as everyone began to gather their jackets and pick up their plates. A decision had apparently been made silently and without him. “You want to break into Garrison headquarters?”

Eren paused, his uniform jacket slung over his shoulder. He offered Jean an absentminded shrug.

“It’s not breaking in. We’re scouting. Surveying, if you will.” He left Jean alone at the cafeteria table to turn in his dishes. Jean noticed after a beat, immediately scooping up his dishware to follow the group.

“You’re kidding! I thought everyone wasn’t interested!”

***

A priest came to the Survey Corps hospital the morning after the expedition. You gathered a bouquet of flowers from a shrub in the courtyard for Murray and sat in attendance as she and Owens were married right there in the hospital. Wrapped up in bandages with missing limbs and bleeding wounds, they tearfully exchanged vows before succumbing to their injuries. You sat with them as a witness to their union until they were pronounced dead.

Both of them served under your command, after all. You thought you owed it to them.

You would be given their death notices to sign off on a day later.

You updated Murray’s certificate to “Owens” and sat at your desk, staring at the twin pages before you. Murray’s last name had been carefully blotted out in your correction, leaving her new name slightly bumpy. There were three spaces at the bottom labeled in smaller writing: one for the medical examiner’s signature (if applicable), one for the section commander, and one for the commander. The notice was written on quality paper, and from a quick glance, you would have guessed that the page was for an award rather than a certificate of death.

A light tapping broke you from your thoughts. Erwin stood in your doorframe.

“Am I interrupting?”

You almost jumped, face rising from where it had rested against your palm. A single, intense palpitation shot through your chest at the sight of him. He was as neat and put-together as always, from his combed bangs to his crisp uniform. You shook your head, beckoning him into your office.

“Not at all.”

He walked across the room, a small stack of papers in his hand wrapped in a neat string.

“These are yours. They must’ve gotten mixed up.” You stood, staring at them with a quirk of your lip as you tried to hide your nervousness. You stared at the bundle of pages, doing nothing at all, before you decided to take them from his hand.

“Oh, I haven’t even looked at these yet. Here, I probably have yours.” You set the compilation down to immediately sift through a larger stack of paperwork in the shallow wooden bin to the side of your desk. You felt like your hands were shaking, but Erwin didn’t seem to hold the same anxiety as you. Lingering patiently, Erwin glanced around your office as you consulted your collection of work to do.

You wondered if he remembered your conversation from the night before the last expedition. Hell, if it weren’t for Erwin’s cloak, you wouldn’t have been able to decipher whether your agreement was a dream. A part of you prayed that he hadn’t remembered— A marriage pact. What were you thinking?— but your instincts reluctantly told you that he not only remembered but could probably recall every word.

You spared a single glance toward him as you rifled through your pages. Erwin caught your eye, offering you a slight, closed-lipped smile and a pleased raise of his thick eyebrows. You averted your attention with a newfound nervousness.

You had no issue interacting with Erwin before. You were as close with him as you were with any other section commander and would have dared to consider him a friend. A good friend you’ve known for many years, he had your back on the battlefield and saved your life more times than you could count. He broke into that storage closet for your daft idea. That had to have meant something.

But he couldn’t have possibly been serious about your agreement. Of everyone you knew, Erwin sat near the bottom of the list of people you’d consider interested in marriage. Looking like he did, he had good chances of courting anyone he wanted. And yet, he agreed to marry you.

“They made it.”

“Hm?” You glanced up from your shuffling to follow Erwin’s gaze. He brushed the corner of one of the certificates, pulling it on the desk by the corner so that it sat at an angle. He cocked his head to read it better, then glanced back at you. “Oh.” You turned away as you continued your sifting. “Their injuries were terrible. They passed in the hospital yesterday—”

“But they made it.” Erwin never took his attention off you as he tapped Owens’ corrected name. Your heart twinged with guilt as you heaved a light sigh.

“I suppose they did,” you resigned, displacing a chunk of the pile on your desk chair. You blew at a strand of hair in your face before a realization hit you. Your lips formed a thin smile, and your forehead made the slightest wrinkle as you quirked your head to yourself, finally finding the files you were looking for. “I forgot I told you about that.”

“Forgot?”

You offered the bound pages across the width of your desk. The same colored string hung off them, the ends in a neat bow. Erwin’s bright blue irises held a certain seriousness in them.

“Things have just been… busy.” You didn’t know what else to say. Erwin glanced off to the side momentarily, tucking the stack of pages under his arm.

“I see,” he said with a nod. You stood awkwardly, the files you had displaced on your seat. “Thank you for looking for these. I’m glad we could get it sorted.” Erwin turned to walk casually back out to the hall, only stopping when you called out his name.

“Erwin?” He turned, thick brows raised in attention. He pivoted on your area rug, and once you had his attention, you didn’t quite know what to do with it. You leaned forward with a hand on your desk, letting the moment pass as you searched for words. “Um— did you want some tea?”

Erwin offered you a small, dimpled smile.

“I’ll have to pass. I need to get these done.” He held up his handful of papers. It was an answer that made sense for two section commanders such as yourselves. You were coworkers. Perhaps you were even coworkers before you were friends.

“Oh… yeah, of course,” you laughed nervously, watching the back of his head retreat into the hallway and down toward his office at the other end of the hall. You sank down to the floor in mortification.

Great, now you’ve made it awkward.

***

It was a week full of paperwork, and you were officially one expedition down out of three. Three. What an oddly specific number. Between expeditions one and two sat the Military Ball, which was less about celebrating service members as advertised and more about political schmoozing and securing funds for the three military branches.

The entire headquarters was in a scurry to prepare, the rush to get the paperwork done and aesthetics in order starkly contrasted to the usual bustle and priorities of the Scout Regiment. It was an odd time to attend. While the Garrison and Military Police continued their business inside the walls, the Survey Corps reeled from your most recent expedition just a week prior. But in typical fashion for the Scouts, the world moved on. Having signed off on the death certificates for your fallen squad members days ago, it was in your best interest to rest your sights on the future, even if that meant attending a celebration in the wake of tragedy.

You scurried up the steps, making last-minute tucks and adjustments to your dress uniform. Always the one left to tie up loose ends, you insisted that everyone else go on without you. Being called back to the office to finish tasks wasn’t out of the question. Erwin once told you that the last full batch of section commanders had been called out of the Military Ball in the first hour for missing reports.

You offered the greeting committee at the front a heartfelt salute, gesturing toward your credentials before they finally let you in. The ballroom was illuminated in a golden glow, highlighting the shiny, rich decor fitting for a grand venue in the Capital Mitras. You tried to hide your rushing, slowing your pace to offer polite smiles to the military personnel and politicians who lingered about enjoying their appetizers and complimentary aperitifs.

Hange had made their way deep into the room, their voice ringing out over the sea of chatter. From what you could tell, they had gathered quite a crowd of wealthy nobles excited to hear harrowing tales about the titans. They certainly chose the wrong soldier to prod about titan information. Not only would they be engaged in conversation for the entire night, but you wouldn’t be surprised if someone grew physically ill based on the level of detail Hange decided to spout. You pushed on, swiping a bubbling drink off a service tray and a small hors d'oeuvre off another as you scanned the bustling ballroom.

It wasn’t hard to find Erwin. He stood tall next to a cocktail table outlined in a thick, white cloth. With a cocktail flute in one hand, he struggled at the knot in his bolo tie.

“I see they're letting just anybody in here.” Erwin’s pretty blue irises flickered up as you approached, your snack quickly disappearing past your lips.

“Same could go for you. Is that a non-standard issue No. 20 brown belt I see?”

“Oh, shut up!” You hurried over, giddy like a schoolchild afraid of getting scolded by the headmaster. “Mine broke on expedition. I was hoping no one would notice.” You shook your head before placing your drink down on the table and wiping your fingers with your cocktail napkin.

“You wore your dress uniform belt on expedition?” Erwin’s hands immediately fell away as you stepped forward to work at the tight knot the leather strings had been contorted into. You bobbed your head from side to side.

“My straps have gone to shit. I really need to order new ones, I just haven’t gotten around to it.” You dug your nail at the tough bundle of leather before withdrawing for a moment in disdain. You cocked your head to the side, holding the bunch in your fingers. “What the hell did you do to this?”

“Your guess is as good as mine.” The tightest portion of the knot loosened. Your shoulders drooped as you let out a short breath of relief before continuing to unravel the knot.

“I’m surprised they didn’t give you a hard time about credentials. I swear that one guy looked at me funny because my lapel wasn’t properly ironed.” The loop you were making steadily grew larger. With a few more strategic pulls, the center would open.

“I was holding it in my hand when we came in, if you’d believe it.” You could feel his chuckle reverberate through his chest.

“I’m sure Shadis was thrilled by that.” The knot came undone, and you tugged at it until the leather strings sat kinky but otherwise untangled across his collarbone. You took to adjusting the entire tie so that the ends sat orderly and symmetrically with the clasp neatly in the middle.

“I won’t tell if you won’t.” Erwin looped a finger through your thin belt, giving it a playful tug. You didn’t look away from your work for a second, all too aware of your close proximity. You avoided looking at his face as you stepped back, his bolo tie finally arranged at the center of his collar.

“You’re sure in high spirits tonight,” you mused with a roll of your eyes. “Looking for the bottom of that bottomless champagne?”

“I can’t say I’ve started such a challenge,” Erwin said with a bounce of his brows, a smile creeping onto his lips. He clasped his hands behind his back as he surveyed the room. You picked your drink back up, swirling it in the glass with a shrug of your shoulders and a dip of your lip. You stared out into the crowd along with him.

You were content to stand with him, watching as people mingled around the room in a sea of uniforms, gowns, and suits. The members of the Survey Corps were the easiest to spot. Members of your squads grouped together, claiming their own territories amongst the circular dining tables. The prideful sported their dress uniforms, but it appeared that most were content to shed the Wings of Freedom for a night in exchange for their best formal attire.

A part of you was relieved that the dress uniform was mandatory for all four section commanders. You hadn’t had anything too special in your closet anyway.

“Probably for the best. When things settle, I’m going to take a crack at Senator Montgomery.”

“Are you now?” Erwin quirked a brow as he continued to look out into the distance. A serving tray traveled by with champagne, and Erwin took one. “Eager for a few more expeditions?”

“He’s pretty agreeable after dinner,” you continued. You didn’t even hear him. “Not to mention that his children are fascinated with horses. I’ve been giving them lessons, and I take the youngest riding on the trail near the outskirts of Rose about once a month.” You took a sip of your bubbly, savoring the taste. Another group entered through the rich double doors. “It’s been our little arrangement for quite some time. I’m sure he won’t take much more convincing. Besides, I know you’re going for Edmonds.”

“You’re quite the detective.” Erwin offered a polite smile to a pair of politicians passing by before glancing back at you. “I expect no less from you. You’ve always been quite sharp when it comes to these things.”

“Please—” You shook your head, toying with the stem of your glass. —“Everyone knows Shadis wants you to bag the big one. Edmonds is tough, but you’re good with your words. I think you’ll have an in by the end of the night.”

“You give me too much credit.”

“You can play modest with Edmonds, but I know you better than to believe that.” You weren’t really thinking when you snorted, eyes trained on the familiar faces traveling across the ballroom. A small, sentimental smile played on your lips. You didn’t notice that either.

“Do you now?” You incidentally met his eye, and the simple act of doing so made your heart skip a beat. A light, curious glimmer glinted in his expression. You quickly glanced away, fiddling with your glass before bringing it to your lips. Erwin’s attention was still trained on you in your peripheral.

“We’ve served for a long time,” you resigned with a sigh. The nervousness you had never felt with Erwin before continued to constrict your chest. You tried not to let it show. Erwin seemed to let the matter go, turning his attention forward again to your relief.

“That we have…”

“Erwin? Erwin! AHH!” A woman’s voice carried over the crowd. A puff of strawberry blonde hair peaked out over the top of the bustling throng along with a single, dainty pale hand. You could see glimpses of her periodically jumped on her low flats to catch a glimpse of Erwin as she gradually made her way through the horde of people. “Excuse us. Sorry. Excuse us!”

It didn’t take long for her to break through, and to your surprise, she tugged Nile Dok in tow. She was a beautiful woman with long, curly hair, the color of which complimented her deep mustard-colored gown. The fabric draped elegantly over her rounded stomach and her shoulders were decorated in light tulle. She dropped Nile’s sleeve as she stood in front of you and Erwin, stretching her arms out with a gleeful smile. Erwin graciously greeted her, letting her wrap her arms around his neck in a deep hug. She just about squeezed the air out of him.

“Erwin! Look at you! It’s been too long!”

“Careful,” Nile warned apprehensively but did little to get involved.

At a loss for what to do, you made eye contact with the ever-serious Nile Dok, offering him a salute and a polite greeting.

“It’s good to see you, Captain Dok. You’re looking well.”

“The same could be said for you, Section Commander.” He nodded cordially. Your attention snapped back to Erwin at the sound of your name.

“I’d like to introduce you to my good friend, Marie Dok. You’re acquainted with her husband, Nile Dok.” He gestured toward the woman before you. “Marie, this is my colleague—” The way he spoke your name sounded like an afterthought, but Marie paid no mind. She smiled at you, holding open her arms again to pull you into a warm hug.

“Oh—” You reciprocated her gesture when the momentary shock wore off.

“It’s wonderful to meet you, Section Commander,” she oozed before pulling away. She smelled subtly of fresh flowers.

“Please, no need to be so formal,” you insisted with a light laugh.

“The two of you are going to eat with us, aren’t you? We have more than enough room at our table,” Marie pressed on. She turned in search of Nile’s approval while you glanced toward Erwin. Nile spared a knowing look toward Marie and a sigh before joining yours and Erwin’s silent conversation. Not being a fan of the mental exchanges being had without her, Marie couldn’t help the pout that found her lips. “I know the three of you have to make the rounds, but at least come to our table for dinner. Just the dinner part.” She playfully nudged Nile’s arm before taking it in her own. “If the senators and commanders get to talk shop with you all night, I think I deserve at least some of your time.”

“I couldn’t intrude,” you attempted to politely decline. Marie continued to pout.

“Please—” She huffed with a certain informality refreshing in comparison to the setting. It almost made you laugh. “Military folk are so hard to pin down these days. Besides, any friend of Erwin’s is a friend of mine!”

You finally relented, head stuck on that word “friend.”

***

Dinner that night was by no means cheap. Not only were the attendees given a choice of several dietary selections for the main course, but among the spread were prime cuts of beef, whole fowl, sides of decadent potatoes with gravy, and a mix of fresh greens unlike anything most Scout Regiment soldiers had ever seen.

You tried to savor your meal, but more than half your plate was gone before you could blink. Glancing around, you were willing to bet that most Scouts had just about scarfed their portions down with gusto. The fresh, high-quality food was in stark contrast to your usual rations of bread and meat scraps, after all. Marie ate just as much as any soldier, using her clearly pregnant appearance to persuade the waitstaff to bring more food to the table.

Two other military police officers joined you with their spouses, who wore high-quality formal attire. You had seen the officer’s faces around at some time or another— most certainly at last year’s Military Ball— but didn’t know them closely. Despite your unfamiliarity with most people at your table, everyone seemed well acquainted with Marie.

“Marie owns Mulligan’s. We met her as cadets way back when she was a server,” Erwin noted to you with a nostalgic nod. Even Nile’s serious demeanor melted some at the memory.

“Really?” Your face lit up in recognition. A hotspot for military personel, the pub had been taken over by Military Police types in recent years. But even so, you held some fond memories of the place. Marie offered a humble nod. “You have a killer ale. What a small world.” “Feels smaller every day,” Marie sighed with a smile.

With dinner over, the chatter and mingling started up again. And just like in years past, officers and public figures alike began to drift from their tables in favor of chatting up the people they had intended to persuade since the beginning of the night.

Erwin drifted, eager to bag a promising opportunity for the Scouts as Shadis’s most charming section commander. Someone came to talk shop with Nile the next instant, and soon, you were left at the table alone with Marie.

“It’s that time, isn’t it?” she mused knowingly. You offered her a sheepish and reluctant quirk of your lip as you stood from your chair.

“Unfortunately,” you said, straightening out your uniform. You glanced at Senator Montgomery out of your peripheral before returning to Marie. “Thank you for inviting me to your table. It was nice meeting you.” You offered her your hand, but she didn’t take it.

Instead, Marie propped her elbow on the table, resting her cheek against her palm as she looked you over. The action lacked malice or severe judgment as she collected information to fuel her following words. Her lips parted with purpose.

“The two of you make quite the couple,” was all she said.

You were taken aback as you thought about what she was saying. Your brow furrowed, along with a slight curl to your bottom lip. Marie tilted her chin downward with a slight arch to her light eyebrows as if to say what she implied was obvious.

“I— um— we’re, uh…” The more you grasped for words, the harder it was to find them. You sighed, letting your chest deflate as you collected yourself. “We’re colleagues. The time we’ve served allows us to work well in a professional setting, as is the usual relationship between section commanders.”

Colleagues. That’s what Erwin had introduced you as.

“I see,” she hummed, staring off in another direction. You stood in front of your pushed-in chair, silently following her line of sight into the bustling ballroom. It was too crowded to make out what she was so fixated on. “You know, I’ve always subscribed to the phrase, ‘you can’t be a little bit pregnant!’”

Marie let out a boisterous laugh as she stood out of her chair. You swiftly stepped over to help her as she cradled her rounded stomach with her left arm. She accepted your help but ultimately didn’t require much support.

“Whoo!” Marie stretched a bit as she found her bearings. Her hands quickly found yours, giving you two firm taps to the back of your wrist. “I won’t keep you any longer. But if you see Nile milling around, would you do me a favor and send him back to me?”

You agreed, trying to center your thoughts on Senator Montgomery.

***

The deal was wrapped up in a snap. If anything, you considered that you included too much preamble before getting to the meat of your proposal. Senator Montgomery snapped it up without much further negotiation. He had always been very fond of you, so much so that you likely could have brought the issue up at the start of your lengthy conversation.

Senator Montgomery was a talker, and after he expressed his dedication to your proposal, you were swiftly whisked into a detailed conversation about his children. You were acquainted with all three of them, and the question took a sharp turn from politics to which one of his children was making the swiftest progress in their riding lessons?

Having his children be trained by such a high-ranking officer in the Scouts was apparently quite the point of pride for the senator. For the rest of the night, he referred to you as a close family friend to other elite residents of Wall Sina. The senator made sure to gesture to your credentials as he did so.

If that meant his continued support of the Scouts, the senator could call you anything he pleased.

By the time you could excuse yourself, the festivities were already winding down. Dessert was already half-gone. You took another champagne flute to disappear onto the balcony with.

You leaned against the white stone railing, breathing deeply before exhaling a steady stream of hot air. You took a sip of your drink, staring off at the lights of the city. Even at night, Sina was littered with warm streetlamps that grew less in number as the distance ran on. A dark sheet of night existed past the sloping city. The stars that littered the horizon marked where the wall stopped in its reach toward the sky.

“Need a breather? How was Montgomery?”

Erwin took his place next to you, leaning on his elbows to mirror your posture. You hadn’t even heard him approach. He scooted a little plate across the stone surface. The two dessert pastries wobbled, knocking against each other. He offered you a dessert fork, and you weren’t about to deny him.

You met his gaze, letting the exhaustion on your face show for the first time that night. Another labored breath vibrated the skin of your lips and you rolled your eyes with a shake of your head. The tips of your four fingers met your thumb, snapping your hand open and closed to mimic the loudmouthed chatter you endured. Erwin’s shoulders jumped— his version of a snort.

“That good, huh?”

“I mean, we have a deal, but damn—” You glanced behind you to ensure that you were truly alone. Erwin instinctually swiveled his head with you. —“I hope the Montgomerys aren’t planning to have more children.” Erwin hummed a chuckle, digging his fork into the dessert. A sheepish smile found your lips as you couldn’t help but chuckle along with him. “What about you? How was Edmonds?”

Erwin’s fork action halted, and you laughed as he rubbed at his temples.

“We have a meeting first thing Monday morning,” he breathed after a few moments of carefully choosing his words. You continued chipping away at your dessert. “Edmonds is a very thorough man.” Erwin shook his head, dismissing the rest of his words.

“It was a full interrogation, huh?” you mused before taking another bite.

“Mh-mhm.” Erwin placed his fork on the little plate, savoring the last of his pastry. He turned to lean his back against the railing you continued to rest on. His arms coiled over his chest. He continued to chew; he had wide chews. “By the way—” You didn’t know someone’s jaw could move like that with their mouth still closed, but that was none of your business. —“Sorry about Marie. She can get a bit excitable sometimes.”

“Not at all. Dinner was nice. And Marie seems nice…” You set your fork down as you continued to stare out at Sina. You paused, hesitating for a moment. “She seems a bit—”

“Different compared to Nile?”

“Yeah.”

The two of you let the moment pass. You traced the wall's outline in the distance, trying to keep track of how many stars hovered above the black mass. Erwin kept his sights on the ballroom, which cast a golden glow onto the balcony, stopping just short of the two of you. People were starting to trickle out, having had their fill. A decent portion of the attendees continued to chatter. The waitstaff were beginning to take away the dessert table.

“We used to spend a lot of time together years ago,” Erwin continued out of the silence. You didn’t know how to respond. He continued again. “I think she just wants to remember how things were when we’re together like this. We don’t keep in touch, so she gets a bit overinvolved to make up for lost time.”

“That makes sense.”

You wanted to ask him. You wanted him to connect the dots for you so you could have another clue in deciphering what exactly the two of you were. But you held your tongue, and the night continued like all the previous Military Balls. You decided you didn’t need to ask him if Marie Dok was the woman he wanted to marry all those years ago. You already knew.

***

“Is this, like, illegal?”

“Shut up.”

“Why would you say that?”

“Hurry, please.”

“You try picking a lock in the dark.”

“Move aside and let me try.”

“I got it,” Ymir gritted in the darkness. “Go fuck off over there and keep watch.” She pressed her ear to the door, feeling around the lock with her picks before finally hearing a satisfying click from the latch. With a single tug of the handle, the door quietly swung open. The former members of the 104th Cadet Corps filed into your office, quietly taking in the sights in the moonlight trickling through the window.

“There it is,” Sasha whispered, practically foaming at the mouth as she immediately ran up to your tea cart. Connie, Christa, and Reiner followed on her heels, instantly picking up the teacups and other accoutrement on the top tray as the others scattered around the room. Mikasa closed the door behind her.

“The picture’s right here.” Jean gingerly opened the cabinet of memorabilia. The cabinet gave the same resistance as the day before, giving way to reveal the items inside. Sure enough, the framed drawing sat in the same place next to your old Scout cloak. Those less interested in the tea cart gathered around as Jean took it in his hands.

“I have never heard of a branch transfer,” Mikasa remarked, taking the ends of the cloak in her hands. The fabric felt stiff between her fingertips.

“Maybe you have to transfer if your husband gets promoted to commander of your branch.” Jean rubbed his thumb over the glass where you and Erwin were depicted. The scene was a large outdoor fire where you and your old squadmates were illustrated in an artistic and detailed outline. You and Erwin sat to the right of the frame, smiling and talking. Yes, the figures were undoubtably the two of you. Jean passed the picture on in favor of looking for more evidence.

“Why would someone give up the title of section commander to work for the Garrison?” Eren muttered a bit too seriously. Jean had to stop to blink a few times. He was kidding, right?

Jean continued his search, but you didn’t have much memorabilia from the early days. Besides the picture and your cloak, all that remained was your patch with your last expedition number and a few fancy documents littered with formal signatures.

Something bounced to the floor in Jean’s peripheral. He bent down to retrieve it, leaving the doors of the cabinet ajar. Eren turned the frame over in his hand, inspecting the back of it before also leaning down. Jean clutched the squishy little knot in his hand just moments before his head collided with Eren’s. They both recoiled, only for Eren to knock his head again against the bottom of the cabinet, which had swung open. Slamming his head in the same spot, the picture frame went crashing to the ground.

“Fuck! Dammit, Yeager!”

Glass scattered across the floor, and everyone’s attention simultaneously shot toward the sound. The room froze. Jean gaped at the mess on the wood floor, slowly moving to make eye contact with Eren. But before either of them could say a word, the door to your office creaked open, and the light flickered on, illuminating the dark room.

You stood in the doorway, out of uniform and with a stack of files under your arm. You glanced across your office, forehead knitted as you processed the collective presence of the ten wide-eyed Survey Corps members.

“What are you all doing here?”

Thank you to all who liked, reblogged, followed, and supported. Your support means so much and is greatly appreciated.

Notes: I love writing baby Reiner, I always give him the most banger lines. There will be a part III, which will hopefully be the final part. I just had a lot to set up and write and it wasn't logistically possible to fit it all in this part. If it doesn't fit in part III, I plan on dutifully writing a part IV.

For those who don't know, the phrase "you can't be a little bit pregnant" refers to dedicating all or nothing to a situation since the status of being pregnant is either that you are or that you aren't.

Notes: I’m happy to add people to the tag list, but requesting to be added without interacting with any part of this series outside of your tag request will result in a swift block

Part I Part II Part III Part IV

@goddessinsweats

#erwin x reader #erwin smith x reader #commander erwin #erwin #erwin smith #aot erwin #aot x reader #snk x reader #attack on titan x reader #attack on titan fanfic #shingeki no kyoujin x reader #x reader #x you #reader insert #x y/n #fic: marriage pact #attack on titan

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scumbagjaeger · 1 year

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I LOVED UR GAMER SNK MEN HCS!! what about reader as a gamer 👀??

SNK MEN WITH GAMER!READER

starring: Eren, Jean, Armin, Connie, Porco, Reiner, Levi, Zeke

rating: mostly sfw! 18+

notes: Thanks so much for the request!! My first ask (‘: I added some of the other men because even though they might not understand video games, they can still support their partner hahah. Is there anyone else you guys would want to see included in these headcanons? Erwin? Bertholdt? Should I do some with the ladies? Let me know! Thanks for your continued support(:

EREN:

If you’re on the same team he’s supporting you 100%, doing whatever he can to help you out if you’re getting targeted or something

If you get killed? He’s going after the fucker who took you out at least ten times (or until you tell him it’s okay you’ve respawned!! He can chill!!)

But if you’re playing against him? Good luck because he’s going to target you hahah

He thinks it’s cute how whiny you get when he snipes you or gets you with his ultimate

“Sorry, (y/n), you gotta be better than that”

This man is so cocky oh lord

Secretly, when you get him back he gets so flustered? But you can’t tell because he just scoffs and tells you that he let you get him

Man’s is sportin a boner through under his desk lmao!! It’s hot seeing you take control what can I say

He invites you to the discord but then immediately regrets it because Jean will constantly try and talk about you

Jean is a homie! But he thinks you’re cool and it pisses Eren off whenever he asks you to check your dms so it’s a win-win (he just sends you memes lol)

Eren’s friends are all chill with you playing but he still likes to remind them that you’re dating

“Eren did you fucking set my house on fire” “that’s what you get for giving (y/n) a flower dumbass” “bro they needed it to make DYE you idiot”

You guys have a minecraft house together and it’s super cute! Eren will definitely let you decorate while he collects materials for you. Or you both will go on adventures together(:

If you’re playing alone he’s super supportive too! Totally down with you having time with your friends online

In between his matches with the boys he’ll come up behind you and kiss your head, not wanting to interrupt too much

But sometimes he’ll fully move your headset off of one ear and start backseat gaming

“You should use your ultimate after your teammate uses theirs. Theirs will freeze the enemy and then your pure damage will take them out… okay good now go over here and—“

After your matches he’s super affectionate ahhh

Wraps his arms around you from behind and plants a big ol’ kiss on your cheek

“M’girl did so good!!”

JEAN:

He’d be a touch cringey lmao

Insists on you both having his-and-hers desk-mats. Gives you a custom mousepad with a picture of you both on it for your birthday and the image turns out kind of wonky

He’s be heartbroken if you don’t use it though!! So you better

One day you come home and he’s rearranged half the apartment so you can have a gaming room together with your desks facing each other

But this ends terribly bc he can be too loud sometimes and he gets distracted by you

Invites you to the discord and then asks you privately if you can coordinate your nicknames online to be like “his (y/n)” and “her Jean” AA

The others never stop giving him shit for it

But he loves you! And he’s so glad you have this hobby in common

Might get a little salty about you playing with your friends without him

If you have a full team that’s fine!! But if he finds out you have a random on your team…

“Why didn’t you ask me to join?” “Babe you were in the middle of your own match!!” “So? I could have quit and joined >:(“

Probably super friendly with your friends and playgroup! Will happily hop on and play with y’all and he behaves himself

Not oblivious to the fact that some of your friends might think he’s cute/flirt with him a little bit?? But he’s confused because he has you so why are they talking to him like that

Doesn’t confront them but shuts them down respectfully(:

“No I can’t give you flowers because these ones are for (y/n) I’m surprising her with them because I love her!! I’m sure you can find your own though(:”

If you’re playing DOTA or League together he’s still garbage :( sorry hahah

Gets flustered by playing with you and then fucks up more

“Babe, can you come help me? The guys keep ganging up on me”

But he is SO PROUD OF HIMSELF whenever he can help you out!!

“Don’t worry, princess, I’ve got your back” “Dude you died four times just trying to get to (y/n)” “Shut the fuck up, Connie”

While you’re gaming you’ll reach for your drink and see it’s miraculously filled up? And there’s a little piece of your favorite candy next to it? You turn around and just see Jean sneaking back over to his desk oh lord

ARMIN:

surprise surprise, he is a total sweetheart

You two probably play a lot together just the two of you before he invites you the join their discord?

He just thinks there’s something really intimate about you both playing games together, without others

And you still definitely do that!! Armin would be the type of guy who would invite you to play games with him hahah

“Hey, (y/n)? I was wondering if you’d want to maybe play Civ 6 with me tomorrow night? Maybe we can make dinner together beforehand!”

He is the best player 2 when you guys play games, especially story games!

But similar to Eren, if you guys are on opposite teams he will show no mercy :)

“Sorry! I can’t help it” “Armin you literally CAN you’re looking for me to kill me” “oops! I’ll go easy on you, my bad!”

He never goes easy on you

He’s the best player out of his friends but he probably isn’t on every night like Eren and Connie are hahah. The nights he is on though he’s on all night!

If you stay up with him, expect super lazy mornings where you slip out of bed past noon and make pancakes together

Expect super lazy afternoon-sex where he just kind of lies on top of you LMAO, gently holds you and cradles you underneath him as he buries his face into your neck, you’re both so tired from a night of gaming but he loves getting to spend that time with you

If he’s reading or doing homework and you’re gaming, he leaves you be!

He thinks it’s important to have privacy and alone time (and he’s right)

But he’ll also come up to you after your game ends, put his hands on your shoulders and ask how your match went!

If you ask him to coach you during a match he’s actually super supportive and helpful? Unlike if you’re playing a co-op game with him hahah

He also probably likes getting to train you and teach you! He wants you to be the best(:

If he’s feeling particularly clingy he’ll just move a chair to sit next you your gaming desk and read next to you lmao

Not even talking or distracting you! He just finds the keyboard clicks and your voice calming

Okay I want to make random college headcanons for the boys should I ever write a fic, and Armin would also make models?? I’m thinking warhammer or DnD ones (DnD with the squad headcanons? 👀) imagine him with a headlamp and big ol’ glasses so he can get a detailed paint job!

And he’d custom make a model of your main in their costume and surprise you with it on your anniversary! It takes him weeks to make :')

CONNIE:

omg he’d be an ass

You know those memes about the pick me characters? He’d jokingly accuse you of that

“Idk do you really know how to play COD? Or are you just trying to hang with the bros” “Connie I literally kicked your ass last night what do you mean” “Fair point”

Probably just teases you a lot during the games in general

“Babe if you press Q while holding your diamond pickaxe it’ll make you mine obsidian faster” “Wait (y/n) don’t that’ll throw your pickaxe into the la—"

Seconds later: *conniespringaa tried to swim in lava*

In a match those he’s actually the most supportive I’d argue? He totally lets you do your thing, whereas Armin and Eren might still have you try and follow their lead

“Where you goin’, mama? Damn atta girl! I’ve gotcha, don’t worry (y/n)” literally just follows you around the map to be backup and to hype you up!

In my last set of hcs Connie was a streamer! If you also streamed he’d be obsessed with doing those fun collabs with you

Either that or he’d be like “ew guys this weirdo is trying to join my discord call rn lemme see what she wants— hello? Do I know you? Always happy to meet a fan but how did you get my discord?”

Idk why he thinks pretending he doesn’t know you is the funniest thing ever?? You guys start a new match with his friends and suddenly he spends the whole game chirping at you

“Damn mama where have you been all my life? You got a man? Why don’t you let me get your number, I bet you look fine as hell in real life” “Connie if you don’t shut the fuck up right now I’m going to lose it”—Eren

He’s so much fun to play story games with though! I’m thinking Detroit: Become Human

He’ll sit next to you and let you control things and he’ll do voices for the characters (he’ll even turn down the game voices so he can impersonate the characters instead)

Makes Connor and the other androids it sound like literal robots, add in extra comments, etc

Honestly I think Connie would be the best at voices? He does super great impressions of his friends and will share them a lot on discord while you’re all playing minecraft, to their dismay :)

Sometimes if he isn’t playing with you he’ll just send you a DM asking you to stream so he can watch? So cute

Too embarrassed to ask you in person but you just got used to streaming on discord now so he can hop on and watch from his computer

PORCO:

I feel like he’s pretty independent when it comes to gaming ngl so when he finds out you are a gamer he just kind of like “oh word? Cool”

Since he plays a lot of games like FIFA and GTA, he usually plays those while you do your thing

Idk why but I also feel like he would be the type of guy to have a spotless apartment? Takes pride in his cleanliness so he’s usually cleaning the apartment while you game

Which is okay with him! He likes hearing you talk to your friends

To him, gaming is kind of his thing to do when he wants to be alone? Even when he’s playing with other people it’s kind of like his private time

So when you’re playing with your friends he lets you have space!

He and Jean are probably the two gamers who would want to spend more time with you outside of the apartment doing things anyway!

But if you want to play with him he’s totally down!

He’s a pretty casual gamer but you can still expect him to get heated, especially if he thinks someone is targeting you or cheating

“No, Porco it’s okay! I made a bad play that’s all” “no (y/n) there’s no way he could have hit you from there, something’s going on”

He will make dinner while you’re gaming and surprise you with it after your match! Even though you can smell it from your desk lmao

“C‘mon, dummy, it’s getting cold,” he’ll call out and gestures to the chair he’s holding out for you

He scoots you in once you’ve sat and he asks you about how your matches are going

If you lost he’ll slide your dessert away from you and then say “sorry, winners only” 😐😐

He’s still not the most active when it comes to their DOTA or League games, but he invites you in to play with his friends so it’s okay!

Eventually he starts to insists on you being in their discord call while they’re playing just so that he can talk to you while you’re playing your own solo game or something!

Don’t get me wrong he still likes his private gaming time and thinks you deserve your own gaming time! But he quickly warms up to the idea of you being together and sharing that time together

REINER:

Okay I love Reiner to pieces yeah? But this man does not understand video games before he meets you

He just doesn’t understand the point??

“Why not just go outside and do something, love?”

He’ll comfort you if you get emotional playing a game like the Last of Us, but then he’ll ruin it by saying “I mean, they’re all dead when you think about it, yeah? They've never actually been alive! They’re not real, sweetie”

But he’s trying to comfort you I promise

I think if there was a game you could get him to play it would be a Dark Souls/Elden Ring type game! I think the dramatic music and fight scenes would pique his interest as he walks past your desk

After watching you fight Malenia or something he says he’ll give it a try

And then he loses to the Tree Sentinel and you have to comfort him. “Babe, that’s kind of the point, you have to go and level up first!” He thought he could impress you oh lord

Otherwise he’d love to watch you play Stardew Valley! Loves the characters and thinks that the heart events are super special

You might be able to convince him to start his own game of Stardew Valley, but he’s busy a lot and feels guilty about ‘abandoning them’, so he prefers to watch you play!

Will also cook you dinner and make sure your water is full while you play! He likes to watch you play and loves seeing you all happy when you’re winning

Sometimes he will try and hug you while you’re playing because he loves seeing you do something you love, but then you have to remind him that you’re in the middle of a game!

“So how was your game!” “It was good! Eren always plays aggro so he took most of the attention away from me!” “There’s a character named Eren in your game? Huh,” it takes him a second to understand that you’re playing with REAL PEOPLE

LEVI:

Just like Reiner (honestly all of these men who don’t understand video games) he doesn’t see the point? Like why not go outside and do something?

Kind of rolls his eyes at the games you play despite him not knowing about them

But he secretly takes pride in the fact that you’re sometimes the one taking control and bossing the others around

He’ll hear you tell Eren to shut up so you can focus and he’ll sneak behind you and peer over your head, maybe smooth out your hair a bit to let you know he’s there

You can talk to him about your games and he’ll listen but he’ll definitely not understand any of it

He’ll respond with a lot of “Ah”s and “Oh, I see” and “..is that good or bad?”

Silently brings you tea when you’re playing late and will usually stay up reading on the couch while you do! He’s a classy guy, likes to go to bed with you

Sometimes he’ll fall asleep on the couch so you have to wake him up :(

He just kind of shuffles over and wordlessly invites you to sleep with him there, cradled in his arms on the couch

I don’t think there’s any way you could get him to play a video game though, sorry

This is Levi Ackerman, who doesn’t understand how twitter works hahah

If you get upset over a loss he doesn’t really know how to comfort you, but he’ll kind of sneak over and mutter something like “that kid’s a bastard anyway” and kiss your head

ZEKE:

Will straight up tell you to go outside and touch grass if he thinks you’ve been inside too long

He’ll pick you up from your desk and try and carry him out to go on a walk with him or something after a match lmao!

Will ask you what is so exciting about your games and why you’d rather do that than do something with him :( poor Zeke

But he just says those kinds of things to get a rise from you lmaoo! He’s glad you have some hobby because it lets him also have private time, like Porco I think Zeke would like some space to do his own thing every now and then

Or maybe he’s just busy and glad you can keep yourself busy? I headcanon him to be going into a medical field like his dad! So Dr. Jaeger knows that you won’t be too lonely while he’s at work

You can get him to play surgeon simulator when he’s in a good mood. He thinks it’ll be easy. Ooh boy

He doesn’t become addicted or anything but when he fails, he insists that he can do it and he’s trying again. And again. And again.

Genuinely likes seeing you have a hobby and is impressed with your ability to balance your responsibilities and have time to unwind with a game

Likes to see you kill Eren in whatever game you’re playing, even minecraft hahah

Judges you for playing animal crossing though? Sorry he thinks it’s a kids game?

“…So you owe the raccoon money, huh?” 😐

You tell him he’d be a grumpy villager and he ruffles your hair before walking away with a huff hahah

Thanks again for the ask and your support! Ngl my ex boyfriend was a shitty gamer like he would ignore me a lot so this is my therapy now, imagining better gamer boyfriend scenarios for my attack on titan men :) hahah but thanks again for reaching out I hope I did it justice!

As always, thanks for reading! Feel free to drop an ask for more!

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glamnessaaumisc · 2 months

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A Rant about TVTropes and Theresa

Does something ever irk you so much that you feel like you need to vent it out to the worldwide internet? Because that's exactly what's happening to me. I don't even know why. I can just look away, but it just irks me. Keep in mind this is the dumbest rant I've ever considered writing, but it makes me feel better so here goes:

Everyone knows Empress Theresa is a really bad book, right? Theresa is a terrible character and a massive narcissist like her creator. There is a chapter where she cruelly torments 9 lawyers, including a single mother of 2, until they withdraw a lawsuit against her.

What irks me is that whoever wrote the TV Tropes page about Empress Theresa (in addition to its mention in the Karmic Overkill trope article) got some details wrong about this chapter.

In the book Empress Theresa, the following is said in Chapter 17:

"The reality hit [Connie McKesson]. Any vehicle she entered would not move. I wasn’t going to allow her to go anywhere except on foot." "I zeroed in on the Lamper Building and found the eight lawyers...I found them, and Steve ’tagged’ them with T’s, and ’hit’ them with X’s...When they left the building to go home they found out one by one that no vehicle would move with their butts inside. They were forced to walk to a nearby hotel."

So she curses Connie McKesson and 8 other lawyers and makes it so they can't use vehicles. What happens after they withdraw their lawsuit?

"I took the X’s off the nine strips of mat board and the nine lawyers could use vehicles."

So after the lawsuit is withdrawn, Theresa lifts the curse on all of them. Now how does TV Tropes describe this event?

According to the Empress Theresa page:

"Theresa instead sabotages the life of the lawyer and makes it so any motor vehicle with her inside will inexplicably stall and fail...Theresa never reverses this either, so this is presumably just something this woman has to live with forever now,"

And according to the Karmic Overkill page:

"Theresa responds by putting what's effectively a curse on the lawyer who took the case, making it so that any motor vehicle with her inside will inexplicably stall and fail...And since there's no indication that Theresa ever reverses what she did, the poor woman presumably has to deal with this problem for the rest of her life."

According to TV Tropes, Theresa curses only one lawyer and never removes the curse even after she withdraws the lawsuit. This is wildly different from the source material, where Theresa curses nine lawyers and reverses it for all of them when they withdraw their suit. I am unsure what version of the book the person(s?) who wrote these passages read, or if there even are any other versions of the book out there, but it sure as Hell isn't the version I'm reading.

I really don't know why this annoys me enough to write such a long post about it, but it just...does.

#tv tropes #empress theresa #yeah i read empress theresa lol #connie mckesson #pls fix this tv tropes #not to mention iirc the first draft file leaked and Theresa lifts the curse in that version too #which leads me to believe tv tropes is just pulling a more horrific fanfic out of its ass

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lillazyboithings · 9 months

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I think I’m brainrotting on the rtc swap au now so here’s a bucket load of stuff I wrote about it

literally Constance would get two songs (since she gets switched with Mischa) and the first song is basically TSIA just changed a bit to fit Connie more and the second song instead of being about a lover whose almost on the other side of the world it’s more like Sugar Cloud in actual Ride The Cyclone yk

Also the song order would be like by the character they swapped with so instead of Ocean first (since she was swapped with Jane/Penny) Penny would go first, also considering Legoland would hopefully probably still somewhat exist in the swap au Penny could say a line something like “ You know,, it’s probably best I go first because I have the most experience performing here, “ which would be a direct reference to Legoland

^^ Also nevermind partly about that because it wouldn’t make sense in some ways the song lineup would be like this

Penny

Noel (he would probably still sing a song somewhat like Noel’s Lament just probably less tragic yk)

Every Stories Got A Lesson (sung by Penny of course)

Mischa

Ricky

Jane Doe (Ocean)

Constance TSIA

Constance Suagr Cloud (also note Sugar Cloud would change a bit to fit swap Constance more)

Ohhhhh, I actually had something in mind for their swap songs actually! (sorry if i took a bit too long to actually reply, my laptop suddenly went haywire while i was trying to fix the wifi)

read long info under cut :DD

Okay so like, you're absolutely right about two thing, where Penny and Ocean swap, but the order actually goes from Penny, Ricky, Constance, Noel, Ocean doe, and Mischa since they all swapped roles (makes more sense in my head), and how Constance has 2 songs! I also really like the thing about Penny's "You know,, it’s probably best I go first because I have the most experience performing here," line since it kinda actually aligns with the characterization i have for her in mind.

the song I kinda have for Penny would be like a mix of Play to Win and What the world needs, but like, more focus on her love to take advantage of all her friends without making it obvious at first, and how people should always put the important people (her) first. (my thought process for this is like, penny is commonly the one being hurt, so why not let her hurt others)

Ricky's song would be like some tragic song about how the canine people are under attack by the zolarian cat people. It would detail how he'd like, fall in love with one of the canine people and then how he'd sacrifice his life for her to save them all.

Constance's first song would obviously be like TSIA, flexing on everyone obviously, the only difference is better autotone /j

Constance's second song (which you're still right about) would be like a somber sugar cloud. It could actually be like, how she shouldn't have been so mean to everyone around her, and how she misses the warm happy moments of life.

You're also correct about Noel's song, it would most likely detail about his successes as a hooker in post-war France, about how his name is well known around the country, and how someday he wants to settle down with a man who would treat him right

The Jane doe's (Ocean doe's) song would be like a mix of fun and morbid. It would constantly switch back from singing about the countless possibilities of who she was and who she could be, to singing about why no one came to find her, why no one wanted to identify her, and about how sad she is about no one being there to wait for her when she comes back.

Last is Mischa's. Since he's Penny's best friend and how I characterize him as a floor mat and lost puppy kind of person, he uses this last song to stand up to Penny and how he doesn't want to be taken advantage of anymore. It would be in the format of those "i want" songs ngl.

This is basically my idea of the songs (if i actually had song writign skills, i would actually make lyrics lol)

you're free to ask more if you like! :DDD

#ride the cyclone #rtc #noel gruber #mischa bachinski #penny lamb #constance blackwood #ocean oconnell rosenberg #ocean doe #ricky potts #rtc noel #rtc mischa #rtc penny #rtc constance #rtc ricky #rtc ocean #Reverse the Cyclone || AU #gosh i love typing about reverse the cyclone omfg #noodleanswers #zolarianstarman

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yourlocaltrashcan657 · 3 months

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Mental Hospital AU! Yandere! Attack on Titan x Female Reader

Chapter 17- Connie

Waking up that day was terrifying. Y/N sat up and watched as Krista unveiled her leg and showed the leg to be clean and to only have a small scar, which would go away if left alone.

Ymir was having the worst hangover of her life whilst Sasha complained about the food she could’ve snacked on that night.

“We should get going you guys.” Krista said before they all left and reached the building.

Whilst entering the building, Y/N smiled at Mikasa who was just leaving and was soon approached by a blonde female.

She had her hood on which covered most of her head but was just a bit taller than Krista. She had blue eyes and looked a bit nervous.

”Are you Doctor L/N?” She asked.

”Yes I am. Who might you be?” Y/N asked.

”I’m Annie.” She said bluntly.

”Oh. Bertolt told me about you. He said you were his friend.” Y/N said.

”Right right.” Annie muttered before looking up at her. “Are you going to be visiting him today?”

“Not today, no.” Y/N said awkwardly.

”Do you also talk to Reiner?” Annie asked.

”Yes and I have him today, just at the end of my shift.” Y/N said. “Why do you ask?”

”I guess he’s also my friend..” Annie simply said before waving goodbye and leaving.

Walking into Connie’s Room, Y/N was quickly engulfed in a hug. She saw Connie snuggled into her and was smiling warmly.

”Hello Connie.” Y/N greeted warmly.

”Hello Y/N! I missed you so much!” Connie said. “Let’s make the most of the time we have together.”

He dragged Y/N to the mat on his floor and began to talk with her as she listened to him blabber on about anything he could say.

“Who else are you visiting today?” Connie asked.

”Oh I have to visit Jean and unfortunately Reiner..” y/N muttered.

”Do you not like Reiner? It’s because he’s a big pervert isn’t it?! I knew it all along!” Connie quickly ranted.

”No no!” Y/N reassured. “It’s some other reason that I can’t say..”

”Hey Y/N, who were those girls you were talking to yesterday?” Connie asked.

”oh those were my friends.” Y/N explained. “Don’t think about it too much but have you heard anything about Levi today?”

”Hmm. Not that I know of. I heard that the cameras went out though and that all the cells were checked.” Connie said.

“I’m just glad your okay.” Y/N smiled at him.

A wave of relief washed over Y/N. Levi went back to his cell just as he promised. But how did the lights go out?

“Y/N! Let’s play tic tac toe! Your hands are really soft..” Connie whispered the last bit.

#christa lenz #sasha braus #yandere aot #yandere aot x reader #yandere bertolt #yandere connie springer #yandere erwin #yandere erwin smith #yandere jean #yandere jean kirstein #yandere eren yeager #yandere eren #yandere #aot x y/n #yandere levi #yandere levi ackerman #yandere reiner #yandere shingeki no kyojin #yandere armin

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captainpoopweinersoldier · 2 years

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Rainy Day Fund - Connie Nikas x Reader

Summary: Connie is your ex boyfriend and decides to pay you a visit after a months' long estrangement.

Rating: Explicit; 18+ Only

Word count: 5.3K

Warnings: Rough sex, spanking, spitting, dirty talk

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Tags: Special thanks to @ursulaismymiddlename for cheering me on, and giving me the sweetest blow by blow messages of encouragement! @salt-is-a-terrible-currency

The bell tolled the entry of a new customer and you groaned inwardly, sulking as the slosh from the footprints joined the ever growing murky puddle at the door. Rainy days rarely brought much traffic to the laundromat; it seemed futile to go through the hassle of washing clothes only to schlep them through rain on the walk home after. But at this rate, you would definitely be stuck way past closing, mopping until your back ached.

You carried on helping Miss Wilson, an adorable elderly woman who toted in every Tuesday with her and her husband’s dirty laundry stuffed in a rickety rolling cart, rain or shine, evidently. She was wearing a bonnet today, protecting her curls from the downpour outside and the encased heat of appliances inside. While she handled her undergarments in the sink nearby, you folded one dry load of clothes, squatting to toss in another just as the bell tolled again.

“Lord ain’t granting you no favors today,” Miss Wilson remarked, and though she was right, you couldn’t help but laugh at her tone. The petite thing had a way with words, keeping you amused enough to make the day go by easier.

But over all the noise, you hadn’t even heard the alleged customer approach and suddenly there were long legs in baggy jeans next to you. You glanced up at the intrusion, only for your smile to abruptly disappear.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Connie said, forearms perched on a washing machine. An unkempt goatee overpowered half his face, but it was him alright. Oversized sweatshirt making him seem bigger than the last time you saw him, hood pulled up and nearly soaked through.

“The fuck are you doing here, Connie,” you snapped, too cranky to watch your cussing in front of the elder down the aisle. “What do you want?”

“Jesus Christ, s’gonna be like that?” He tried looking innocent, but his shit-eating grin was wide as ever. “Not a hello? I haven’t seen you in months, don’t you wanna know how I am?”

You rolled your eyes, tossing the rest of the load in a tad overzealous before rising to stand, hands on your hips, even if acting tough was a lost cause when your ex-boyfriend had about a foot on you.

“You mean when I’m at my job workin’ all day, am I sitting here thinkin’ to myself ‘oh I wonder what poor schmuck Connie Nikas is bothering today’, like that?” Your patience was wearing thin, made worse as he swayed back to chuckle, shaking his head. “No, I fuckin’ don’t.”

“Oh, c’mon…” he drawled, moving in close to touch your elbow. “Don’t be like that.”

Miss Wilson tutted, casting a pointed glare through her glasses, lips pursed. “That white boy stinks’a trouble.”

“That’s because he is trouble, Miss Wilson,” you agreed with a smack to his hand.

Connie gaped, brows furrowing together in offense. “Trouble - I'm not - you goin’ around telling little old ladies I’m trouble?”

You scoffed and brushed past him, muttering to Miss Wilson you’d be right back as Connie carried on, whining as he trailed behind to the small office in the back of the mat. If he was going to make a scene, the least you could do was keep it away from the customers.

“Connie.” You grabbed him by the shoulders once the door slammed shut, giving a frustrated shake to snap him out of his ranting. Having your full attention directed at him, he finally quieted. Dared to look bashful as he slid back his hood, spilling out a mop of dark hair and the familiar scent of his shampoo. The corners of his lips pulled into a soft smile and you had to mentally scold yourself for thinking it was pretty.

Generally, you considered Connie a barely amicable ex; splitting up over two years ago wasn’t enough to keep him from popping by every few months. And while he could be fun to be around, it usually ended with giving him money. Or sex. Just like certain drugs, he was grimy and addictive, and somehow consistently overcompensated that with intelligent charm. Today, however, you were not in the mood to be compromised.

“What do you want?” you asked again, slowly.

“I wanted to see you,” he insisted, but his voice dropped an octave or two deeper in a tone that kept you skeptical. “Shit, I cabbed halfway across town to get here, s’that such a crime?”

He could be cute when he wanted to, and it was a fight to keep your face passive. “Depends on whether I believe you or not.”

Connie groaned your name, eyes clenched shut as if experiencing pain. You couldn’t help but let a laugh slip out as he lurched forward, forehead on your shoulder while his hands encircled your waist.

“You’re killin’ me…” He picked his head up only to set it on yours, grey eyes in complete focus. You should’ve pulled away, but you couldn’t. “I was feeling fuckin’ lonely. It’s miserable out there, I thought ‘let’s go see her, let’s see that pretty face’.”

“Oh, that’s real fuckin’ rich.” Only then could you attempt stepping back, but he merely pulled you closer, flush against his chest.

“Stop,” Connie pressed. “C’mon, I know you miss me sometimes, huh?” He nuzzled the tip of your nose with his and the struggle not to smile was even harder. “C’mon, say it.” A small shake of your head. “No? Not even a little? Bull shit.”

He leaned in for a kiss and you tipped your head back out of his reach, no longer able to hide the smile. You batted your eyelashes at him and he suddenly grabbed the back of your neck to keep you still. “Such a dirty fuckin’ liar,” he rasped, and his mouth was on yours.

The beard was new, but he kissed just like you remembered. All sharp teeth, tugging for entry, tongue hot, slipping between your lips. He tasted of coffee and cigarettes, with a hint of whatever toothpaste he used that morning. You let a whimper escape, reaching to run your fingers through his damp hair, and he quickly moved to grab your ass with both hands. Pulled you snug against him to feel the crotch of his pants.

You forcibly shoved at his chest, tearing yourself from him before that escalated any further.

“Alright,” you winced, then pointedly glared at Connie. “You need to leave.”

A pout puckered his lips but there was nothing but smugness in his eyes as he rose to his full height. You rushed to yank the door back open just to be distracted.

“I’ll go, I’ll go,” he relented, practically sauntering past you out of the office. But he sent one last look over his shoulder, winking as he pulled his hood back up. “Only ‘cause I’ll be seein’ you later.”

Night fell, the shift ended, and you spent about an hour mopping the floors before locking up for the day. After leaving the mat, you simply had to make the first left around the building and into the partly lit alleyway where there was a lone metal door that opened to a one-story walk up to your apartment upstairs.

You believed him, of course. You just didn’t realize how soon that would be.

The stairway was suspiciously quiet; typically by this time Baba would be scratching at the door to the sounds of your footsteps, eagerly waiting for her nighttime walk.

You called for her as you opened the door with your keys, not realizing it was already unlocked. A single bark from the living room was the dog’s answer and you turned the corner, stopping in your tracks at the sight that welcomed you.

Connie was sprawled on your couch watching TV, barely even acknowledged your presence with Baba the Pitbull curled comfortably into his side.

The day you’d had left you with no strength to throw a fit. It was your fault for continually forgetting he still had a key to the apartment. Instead you dropped your things in the small vestibule, grateful he’d at least taken off his dirty shoes and wet hoodie. He remained unperturbed in his jeans and a white t-shirt.

“You take her out at least?”

He nodded, raising the remote to flick the channel. “Wasn’t a fan a’the rain, but she took a piss.”

“Thanks, but you can’t stay, y’know.” You went into the kitchen and flicked the lights on, opening up the fridge and cabinets to get a meal started. “Believe it or not I’m seeing someone… Got off work a little bit ago, he’ll be here any minute.”

“Who you seein’?” he called from across the room.

“No one you know,” you assured him. Jay was as opposite of Connie as one could get, purposefully so. He was shorter and stockier and worked a steady job in IT.

“You kiss other guys like that when you were seein’ me?”

The affront had resided in your mind all damn day. It still wasn’t beyond you that he probably had an ulterior motive that didn’t involve what was in his pants. And maybe it was too easy to give in to him anyway, but the fleeting moment felt good, you couldn’t lie about that. Connie simply knew just how to get under your skin, and at times it was easier to cope with than others. Now happened to be one of them.

Amused, you eyed him over the counter only to catch him getting up to come and join you in the kitchen. Jay also wasn’t the jealous type, unlike Connie, who valued loyalty to him likely more than anyone you’d ever met.

“And deal with the headache of you finding out? I don’t think so.”

He seemed satisfied by that, and started futzing around the kitchen, stalking behind you in each direction you moved to make it impossible to ignore him.

“Tell him to fuck off,” he eventually said, a gentle directive.

“You fuck off,” you shot back, bent over to withdraw a big pot for the stove to whip up some pasta. “I appreciate you takin’ care of Baba, but I’ve had a long day, I’ve got dinner to cook, I’ve got comp-”

“I’ll cook you dinner,” Connie interrupted, his body hovering beside you, a warm palm on the small of your back.

“You’re gonna cook me dinner,” more a bold statement than a question as you cocked a brow at him, staring in disbelief.

“Yeah, I’ll cook you dinner.”

“Are you high?” You stood on the tips of your toes to inspect his eyes under the light. There was not a single instance in the time you’d known him that you could recall him ever cooking.

“Nah, you know that shit doesn’t work on me.” His expression was oddly earnest as he reached up to tuck his hair behind his ear. “C’mon, let me cook for you.”

This line of doting was about as new as the beard on his face. You eyed him warily; if you hadn’t known him better, you would’ve thought he was being… Sweet?

But the thought was cut short as there was a resounding rapping on the door. You cursed out loud, and Baba shot up from her spot on the couch, woofing at the intruder.

“I told you!” you hissed, putting space back between you. “The hell am I supposed to do now?”

Connie shook his head like he’d already given the obvious answer, whispering back - “Tell him to fuck off!”

“You’re unbelievable!”

“I’ll fuckin’ tell him.”

“You absolutely will not.”

He rolled his eyes and the knocking started up again. You smacked his stomach and he threw his hands in the air. “Tell him you’re sick.”

“Seriously?”

“Tell him you’re sick right now or I’ll open the door and tell him my goddamn self.”

The directive wasn’t so gentle this time, and it tickled some crevice of nostalgia in your brain, and you knew then that you’d do exactly what he said. You still groaned nonetheless, running your hands over your face.

“Why do I always listen to you?” You whisper-yelled, narrowing your eyes when Connie dared to offer a wolfish grin. “Don’t you fuckin’ answer that.”

Another knock made you jump as you approached the door and gave yourself a shake, doing a quick rehearsal of what you’d say. One benefit of working in a laundromat all day and not showering immediately after meant you probably looked worse for wear anyway.

You nearly opened the door when you realized Connie was following close behind. More whisper-yelling ensued and you shoved him around the corner, glaring when he leaned back on the wall with clear intent to eavesdrop.

“Hey, sweetie, sorry,” you cooed when you finally cracked the door ajar. If you let it swing open, Jay would probably swoop right in. He looked so cute standing there in his work polo, much too tight for his college football stacked body. He carried a bag of takeout in hand, with a backpack slung over his shoulder and you started to feel the slightest bit guilty. “Sorry for making you wait.”

“Everything okay?” Jay asked in a deep baritone voice, appearing genuinely concerned. Even tried peering inside over your head.

“Yeah - well, uh - no, not really. I’m not feeling so great.”

“For real?” He pulled out his phone to check for any messages. “You should’a texted me. I would’ve brought soup instead of Five Guys.” Beside the door, Connie perked up at that.

“Aw, babe, that’s too sweet,” you crooned, pointedly ignoring him. “I think I’m just gonna call it a night though. Probably caught somethin’ at work or this fuckin’ rain, right? I don’t wanna give it to you.”

Jay visibly slumped, but you reasoned it could’ve had more to do with staring at a screen all day than the disappointment of you canceling. “You sure, babe? Let me at least go back and get you somethin’ else.”

Connie was mouthing something and you chanced a glance at him, only to start coughing when he hushed out - “Udon - Udon from down the block.”

“Sorry,” you apologized again. “Stupid television. But no, it’s fine, I’m sure I’ve got something to pick at here.”

“Shit,” he muttered, sucking on his teeth. “Aight, well how ‘bout I swing by tomorrow, check up on you, play Doc if you need.”

“That would be amazing, baby. Hit me up, okay?”

Jay leaned in as if to kiss you but you veered back, making a gross face, clearing your throat for good measure. He shook his head but offered a sheepish smile and a reluctant goodnight before trudging back down the stairs. You stood there watching, waiting for him to get down and out the door to the alley before locking up again, muttering curses under your breath as Connie pushed off from the wall.

“Constantine Nikas, so fuckin’ help me,” you dragged out his full name just to show how annoyed you were but he was too busy teasing you and Jay, wagging his brows suggestively as he pulled you into his arms.

“Oh baby, please, don’t be mad at me, baby..” You tried backing away from him but he only held on tighter, smooching loud kisses on your face for emphasis and you couldn’t keep from rolling your eyes even if you were laughing. “I’ll make it up to you, baby. I’ll make it real good for you, baby, I promise.”

“You drive me crazy, y’know that?” you asked. But you were suddenly content with having turned Jay down for the night; annoyance ebbed away in waves, replaced with this playful sort of want in your limbs Connie was always able to draw out of you.

“Yeah,” he said, voice back to normal. His eyes ran over your body, one hand petting your hair as the other slid back and forth over your ribcage. His lips parted, jaw slackened, and you knew the expression all too well. “Yeah, I’m real trouble.”

You squealed when he scooped you up, wrapped your legs around his waist and carried you down the short hall toward your bedroom. The door slammed back against the wall, Connie blindly slapping around for the lightswitch before you both tumbled onto your bed.

Finesse had never been Connie’s strong suit, but you couldn’t knock his determination. Your hair caught in your shirt when he tore it off and it was a battle of arms between undressing and heavy kissing. There was flooding arousal in the scandal of it all; the dangerous ex you’d sworn yourself off of time and time again, nestling between your dutifully parted thighs as if he belonged there.

He had always been trim but you only ever felt small trapped under his frame, his strength surprising, pinning you down, one large hand on your tit stretching your bra until it screamed in protest, pinching your skin as it came undone.

Cheap tattoos littered his pale skin, so utterly Connie, and when you whined pathetically, he merely grinned. Sharp teeth raking over his bottom lip as he made work of removing your pants.

“You fuck him yet?” he rasped at you, voice hitching with each tug down your legs.

“Why, you wanna fuck him?”

“You see the size a’that guy?” Connie asked. Your pants were lost to the floor and he groaned at the sight of you, hiked your knee past his shoulder so he could drag his mouth along the meaty flesh of your thigh. “He would end up breakin’ me.”

“Like he breaks me?” you teased. And it was worth the flash of possessiveness in his gaze, a dark flicker of light in those grey eyes.

“S’that right?” There was a shift in his demeanor and suddenly a fist was in your hair, jerking at the nape of your neck so sharply, you yelped. In the same fell swoop, his other hand snaked beneath your underwear, fingers forcefully searching for purchase and he hummed at what he found. “That why you so wet for me right now?”

“Connie-” you were cut off as two long fingers sunk inside of you, deep, and curling just so that your lashes fluttered and your lips trembled.

“No, no, tell me,” he went on, hovering right above you. Close enough to kiss if it weren’t for the tight hold on your hair. A painful temptation as he started a quick pace, fingers wetly slicking in and out of your cunt, and your hips bucked at him. “Tell me how he does that, when you’re on your back here just for me.”

“Just for you,” you told him. Connie liked that, the feeling of ownership. He got off on having power over people regardless of circumstance, be it on the streets or in the bedroom. Enough so that he’d felt the need to etch the very word into the skin of his back.

The ego stroke eased his expression but not the unrelenting rhythm of his fingers; brutally pumping inside you, seeking to finish you hard and fast. Pearls of beaded sweat coated your temple as you felt a throb of coiled heat twist painfully sweet in your cunt. You grasped onto his forearm in some silent plea for relief. Eyes clenched shut, crying out when his thumb teased along your clit.

"Don't do that," Connie scolded, voice low. The fist in your hair loosed and his hand drifted over your throat. "Look at me. Let me see you."

You looked at him despite yourself, overtaken by the intensity of his stare, watching you react to him with bated breath. There was a gaping absence as he withdrew from you, soaked fingers slicking toward your clit, stimulating in heavy circles. “What you gonna do for me, huh?”

Any response you might’ve thought up died in your throat; Connie abruptly hastened, furiously rubbing the swollen nub with the pads of his fingers. You wheezed out his name, spine arching from the bed. It was too much too fast. It was agonizing pleasure clouding your senses, erupting harshly from the pit of your groin, only to leave you wailing as you came.

“That’s it, baby. Just like that.” It was a longtime habit of his, talking you through it. And his husky voice might’ve been soothing now if you hadn’t been hurting with oversensitivity. You pushed his hand away, instead pulled him close in effort to cradle his arm, grounding you as the orgasm pulsated your core.

"Look at you.. So pretty for me." He nuzzled at your cheek, then your jaw, seeking. Claiming your lips in a bruising kiss that kept you breathless. His beard scratched your chin as he pried your mouth open, and you groaned weakly around his tongue.

You trembled underneath him as the kiss deepened. Marveled at how much your body craved his no matter how much time had passed. Wondered if his timing was purposeful that way; let you nearly forget the taste of him, the feel of his touch. Keep that ember glowing low so he could show up and stoke the fire in you whenever he pleased.

He was undoing his belt when he sat up. Made quick work of stripping from his jeans and boxers before sidling up close on his knees. Your underwear was an afterthought that he briskly removed before grabbing you by the hips. He stayed perched on his haunches and with one swift jerk you were flush against him, thighs parting wide for his cock to slip along your cunt.

It was the only part of him that wasn’t lean; that you would never forget. Anticipation thudded in your ribcage as Connie gripped himself. Smacked his cock against your clit, and you were still so sensitive, your whole body twitched.

“Gonna take it so good for me, baby,” he murmured, his voice thick, tattooed chest heaving at the contact. You wiggled yourself even closer with a quiet whine, and his lips parted into a sultry grin. “Knew you fuckin’ missed me.”

“You’re an asshole,” you snapped, followed by a yelp as he spanked your thigh.

“And you’re a fuckin’ dirty girl,” he sneered, then spat on your pussy. Completely unnecessary given how soaked you were, but it couldn’t be dwelled on. You were too overcome with lust, lifting your hips desperately to be filled.

There was no restraint to be spared when he snapped his hips, stuffing you to the brink with a throaty grunt. The stretch was dizzying, with no time to adjust before he reared back and slammed inside you once more. A new pace was set, rough and unforgiving, Connie’s hands drawn tight in vice grips around your waist.

He was never one to be gentle; it wasn’t in his nature. He preferred to linger on your body; to be felt for days. His thrusts were exacting and you simply had to endure the onslaught, even if it forced shrill sobs soaring from your lungs.

“Fuck, listen to you,” he grit out, heaved breath hitching with each forceful squelch of your cunt. Tousled hair fell into his face, but you could see his eyes blown wide, devouring your wanton display. A palm slid up your waist, stopping to cup a bouncing tit and his teeth bared in a breathless grin. “Just needed my cock, huh? Gonna cream all over me, baby?”

“Connie.” He could be so fucking filthy but you keened all the same, feeling your walls flutter around his thick cock, stretching, thrust after unyielding thrust.

You felt so full you could’ve wept when he pulled out, leaving you lewdly dripping after him. But with an almost tender twist of your nipple, Connie turned you over, hands pushy and demanding as he positioned you just how he wanted. His knees kept your thighs apart, spread eagle and ass in the air with one abrupt shove to pin you down on your chest.

You were throbbing again, needy and pushing back against him until his palm clapped across your ass. A wordless chastising that made you quiver, but a second later his cock sunk inside, impossibly deeper in a way that sent stars behind your vision.

The slap of his skin hitting yours steadily rose in time with another blooming orgasm, licking at the base of your spine, jolting your insides when his balls smacked your clit. Your moans grew hoarse, mouth hanging open on the rumpled blankets underneath you, saliva seeping into the cotton. All you could do was slur his name over and over, and Connie drove home harder, riled by the sound of it.

“C’mon, sweetheart, I wanna fuckin’ feel you.. Come on my cock, baby.” He reached down to snatch a harsh handful of your hair, and you thought you might be split in two. You were awash with incoherence, imploding pressure building in the depths of your belly and suddenly sharp teeth sank into the back of your neck. His bite gnawed into your skin and the stinging pain sent you over, deaf to your own volume, hips gyrating, only kept in place by Connie’s hold.

Utter drivel hissed from his mouth, sweaty forehead dug into your hairline. He spewed curses in your ear at the feel of your shuddering pussy, milking him before he followed suit. You took vindicated pleasure in the way he moaned, cock twitching heavily then dousing your walls with his cum. He lurched with one final thrust, so deep it hurt, filling you with his get.

His movements were lethargic as he straightened, hands on your ass, canting and parting your cheeks to watch his cock slide out. Connie groaned at the sight of you dribbling with his mess, and even with your back turned, you could swear his chest puffed with pride. You whimpered at the feel of his fingers, but he softly hushed you.

“I got you, I got you,” he promised, and his fingertips gently trailed your slit, feather light along your glistening heat. “Fuck.”

And just as you were about to relax, he drew his hand back and brought his palm down across you in one swift spank.

“Con’!” you squeaked, throat scratchy with exertion. But he was chuckling, shit-eating grin back on his face when he collapsed next to you.

“You still fuckin’ like that shit.” He turned to his side, arm snaking around your waist, and your limbs felt heavenly once you stretched out alongside him. Besides the fucking, you were suddenly reminded of your favorite parts of him, the rare soft spots. The vulnerable side he often refused to acknowledge; that pecked the tip of your nose, touch affectionate on your skin. “Don’t lie to me again.”

You pushed his hair back from his face, swallowing down the skip of your heart from the true smile that reached his eyes. He could be handsome if he wanted to be, too. It was lucky for you that he didn’t.

“Shave that thing off and get back to me.” He appeared confused at first, but then you covered his mouth with your hand and proceeded to pet the coarse facial hair. “You tryin’ to look tough or somethin’?”

“That is incredibly rude. How’d you like it if I talked smack on how you look-”

You cut off his whining. Climbed on top of him and kissed him. It was draining to do so; you could only imagine how sore you would be tomorrow. And there was exhaustion in him alike, a strained rumble resounded in his chest as you nibbled and flicked your tongue at the seam of his lips.

He was just beginning to return the fervor when you pulled back, breathing heavy. Used the new position to reach over the bed and collect his shirt. Connie pouted when you put it on, tried coaxing a grip around your calf as you climbed off and excused yourself to the bathroom.

Repercussions were tomorrow you’s problem, you decided as you plopped on the toilet. Face in hands, you couldn’t help but laugh at yourself, feeling buzzed at what just occurred in the bedroom. A new perk in owning a laundromat - you could discreetly wash the sheets well before you even had to consider what to do about Jay.

“Sweetheart… Could I borrow some money?”

There it was.

You rolled your eyes as you flushed the toilet, briefly pausing at the mirror to fix the disaster that was your hair.

“Yeah, sure.”

Connie was in his boxers perched at an open window smoking a cigarette when you returned. Stared at you long enough to shrug at him in question.

“‘Yeah, sure’, that’s it?”

You approached him to steal a few drags of your own before spreading out on the bed; a taunting display in nothing but his t-shirt. You practically simpered at him. “Consider me prepared, got my own ‘Connie Rainy Day Fund’. I’ll take that over one a’them schemes you pull.”

He huffed in a way to suggest he could've been offended, but eventually the corner of his lips pulled into a smirk. He stabbed out the cigarette and came to stand before you, gaze lidded in a way that had you thinking he might be contemplating a second round.

“You staying or going?”

Connie climbed onto the bed, crawling the short distance to straddle your legs, hands set above your shoulders. You couldn’t help but squirm, imposing as he was, his face shadowed under the cropped curtain of dark hair. Soft spots be damned.

But his response was less intimidating.

Morning came and you woke alone, Baba the only other company in the apartment. This was unsurprising, and more importantly unoffensive. You’d known Connie far too well for far too long to be surprised at his bailing.

“I’ll get us breakfast in the morning.”

He’d gotten what he wanted, after all. Your body and your cash.

The savings for him wasn’t a lie; you preferred to be prepared where he was concerned; no amount was asked for or disclosed, he’d find out when he truly needed it and however many months down the road when he’d need it again.

It would remain unspoken that you hated to think what he and his brother would resort to when desperate.

After a quick - still rainy walk with Baba, you took a hot shower; sheets already tumbling away in the machines downstairs. It was just like any other day, after a strange blip of overnight bouts of unfettered sex. Nothing you wouldn’t sort out until -

“God fucking dammit, Constantine,” you swore at your reflection.

In the throes of passion, you’d completely forgotten about the clamp of his teeth on your neck, now aligned in a bright purple on your freshly bathed skin. This was a problem, this had to be explained and you felt like a teenager, already trying to think of ways to hide it or cover it up. You would have to just… abstain from getting physical with the guy you were dating.

And maybe the fucker intended that.

The train of thought was interrupted when you started at the sound of your front door swinging open. Baba barked and whimpered and you stuck your head out of the bathroom, only to balk at Connie kicking off his shoes in the vestibule.

“Easy, easy, girl. Off.” Your traitor dog still loved him, no matter how many times he walked out that door. “That’s a good girl, off. Good.”

He noticed you down the hall, frozen in the doorway of your bedroom, watching in complete shock. His own expression was unreadable. That would be unspoken too, what you both knew you’d been thinking about his absence that morning.

“Breakfast,” Connie announced, raising the takeout bags in his hands. He rifled around through one of them, searching for something. “Got the extra hashbrowns just how you like, but they didn’t have any chocolate milk.” He found what he was after and pulled out a chocolate brown bottle, gave the Hershey’s syrup an enticing shake before disappearing into the kitchen.

You picked your jaw up from the floor. This was fine. No big deal. Surely, he'd be gone after breakfast.

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