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Rivals with cadet Erwin pt.3
{ pt.1 | pt.2 | pt.3 | pt.4 }
{Erwin x Reader | tw: military, tw: almost fighting someone | romantic comedy, enemies to lovers, slow burn | canonverse}
{"The wedding morning" by Konstantin Johannes Franz Cretius, 1814-1901}
"Aren't you going to back me up on this?" You pleaded, hoping your mutual friend would be the voice of reason.
"You know he's on my side here right?" Erwin interjected, raising an eyebrow as he too eyed the tall figure sprawled on the bed across the both of you.
Despite the intense negotiations that have been going on here for the past 2 hours, Miche barely added anything of value to the conversation and he was adamant on keeping it that way.
Sparing the both of you a mere glance from behind the book he's reading, a shrug was all you got before he adjusted his grip on the leather cover, flipping the page.
"You know that coming here would give the impression that you'd add something to the conversation, Miche." Eriwn said, fingers rubbing his temple to get rid of the aching feeling of the upcoming headache following this.
"He's right" you crossed your arms, only to follow it with "for once." for good measures.
Knowing that ignoring two of the most stubborn people he has met in his life would only bring him more pestering, Miche begrudgingly set his book.
"First of all" he glared, "the 'here' that i came to, is my room."
"Our room." Erwin interrupted.
"My side of the room." Miche shot back, pointing to the invisible line that the two men must have agreed on years ago.
Without giving Erwin any more attention, Miche continued, "second of all. The two of you made the deal, therefore you deal with it yourselves"
"Well maybe if someone actually could understand basic words, then he'd know that a favour doesn't cover for what he's asking." You were getting more frustrated by having to go back and forth on this subject, aimlessly running in circles.
"You're blowing this out of proportion" Erwin 'gaslights you to your own face' Smith replied, " I simply asked you to…consider it and give it a lot of thought."
"And I did." You repeat yourself for the fifth time, "the answer is no."
"Then consider it again." He says with a straight face.
You're talking to a wall, a brick wall that calls itself Erwin and walks on two legs. "No means no, just how many times do i have to rethink about it."
"Till the answer becomes yes."
Feeling fed up, you lean closer to his annoying face as you stare him directly in the eye.
For a second, you actually see a glimpse of hope in them when your mouth opens.
"I'm not joining the scouts, Erwin."
And all hope vanishes.
"Then which branch do you plan on joining?" He's still determined he can get through to you.
The only thing keeping you from telling him to shove it and getting as humanly possible away from him right now, is his petty blackmail that he holds over you.
Big enough to get you to agree to have this talk with him right now as your owed favour, but not big enough that you'd risk your life over some horse theft accusation.
You lean back, the hard wood of the bed frame feeling rough against your back. "I don't know." You truly don't.
"Then let's go through them together." And when he says that with his all familiar smug smile, it hits you.
Oh god he's going to use one of his weird logic manipulation tactics on you again.
You swallow down.
"The most common choice for a cadet is usually the Garrison." He pretends to think as he pauses, like he didn't rehearse this whole conversation with an unwilling Miche hours before you came.
While yeah you're being forced into having this conversation, you still keep true to your word and actually put some effort into considering this.
Picturing yourself wearing the bi-roses jacket, being part of the largest military division which means you'll never be understaffed.
Maybe it's not so bad, they get holidays and are generalist in nature. You'd get the best of both worlds, being able to keep in touch with society while still walking the edge of danger when maintaining the outer walls.
"But then again, you'd be akin to a youth pastor without all the church health care benefits. Telling kids off when they try to draw on the wall, town people coming to you to find their missing pets, said kids or to solve some petty theft issue." He slowly begins to shatter your rose colored view on the Garrison.
And he goes on, listing how 90% of the people currently employed are completely unprepared and unqualified to face an actual titan wall breach, how it's all a bunch of drunks with wasted potential. You know just completely disregarding their complex lives as humans with struggles and judging them the same way a farmer would to livestock.
Yet still, he held some sense to his words, making a valid point through his long lecture of why the Garrison is a waste of resources 101.
"Alright I get it." You stop him before he could finish why the Survey corps should be getting the Garrison share of the government funding. "I'm not joining the Garrison."
With a satisfied smile, he says "Good." Like a fly to a spider, you fall right into his web. "If not the Garrison and not the Survey corps then…maybe the military police brigade?"
You already made it to the top ten so why not?
"Maybe" you reply, a part of you realises how little thought you've actually put into deciding what to join.
You've been so focused on your current position as a cadet and how to succeed in it that…you completely forgot it was temporary.
All the rankings, all the tests and all the friendships you've made would just be gone like it never existed the second you step outside this training facility with your belongings.
"They actually get good pay, you know, not to mention the noble reputation that comes with it." Maybe listening to Nile's ramblings on the many benefits he'd get once he graduates wasn't a huge waste of your time.
If he wasn't expecting you to actually show interest in joining the military police, he didn't show it at the start.
But instead of going into another lecture, he only said "Is that all you want?"
"Huh?" You didn't get to fully process what he said before he continued on.
"A good pay and a decent reputation is all you aspire to? You've put in so much effort so far and you're just going to throw it away to live comfortably as a glorified decor for the rich?"
Why was he taking this so personally?
"They protect the king, they're the closest thing to the noble knights the history books mention." You argue.
"Because a single person definitely needs hundreds of guards to protect him. Like I said," he looks you up and down, " a decor for the rich."
Turning towards Miche, your eyes dig into his back, "are you hearing this?"
Not bothering to turn around from his position, he replies, "you shouldn't be ashamed if that's what you want." He doesn't hide his yawn, "although maybe you should've considered marrying into aristocracy instead, definitely easier than being a soldier."
You were done with both of them, "you know what maybe i should've, Miche. Thanks for your thoughtful input." You couldn't have made your tone more sarcastic if you tried.
"You're welcome." And with that he stretches his arms, "it's getting late, unless you want to spend the weekend with the instructor cleaning equipment, you should get back to your own cabinet."
True to his words it is really dark outside, the moon illuminating the sky as the candlelights fade from the windows of each surrounding building.
A sense of relief fills you at the fact the day has finally ended, you've successfully fulfilled your end of the bargain and showed up here to listen to Eriwn's proposal like you promised.
No longer being obligated to stay, you don't waste a second to leave. "Well nice chat, how about we never do it again." You get up from where you've been sitting on Erwin's bed, feeling your legs waking up after sitting down in one position for so long.
Exiting the dreadful room quickly, you take a breath of fresh air, letting the cold night breeze surround you for a good minute.
And then you hear the wooden door open from behind you.
You regret not sprinting back to your room when you had the chance.
"Let me walk you back" Erwin says, "it still falls under the deal we made, you promised the whole night didn't you?"
You stare at him with an annoyed expression, "you're not planning on sharing my bed till sunrise as you repeat your argument, are you?"
"You have my word, I won't step a foot inside." He makes a crossing heart gesture.
Accepting your fate, you reason with yourself that It's just a 10 minutes walk, what's the worst that can happen.
Despite the lovely night and clear sky with each star rivalling the other, the walk is just tense and awkward with a suffocating slimy thick silence.
Maybe you should say something, it will help make this 10 minutes shorter.
"There's nothing wrong with wanting a comfortable life you know." Why on earth would you say that? You're just begging him to start the argument again at this point.
"Is that so?" He doesn't take the bait thankfully.
Still you feel a weird need to justify yourself to him, you've never cared about what he thinks about you but something about saying you're wasting all your efforts just hit a nerve.
"A lot of people would give everything to qualify to join" those words feel strange in your mouth, like they're not your own but you've heard people say them so many times it became a latching thought.
Not to mention a lot of people were actually giving their all in training, some even more hardworking than you. Yet for things they can't control, their best efforts couldn't surpass what came naturally to the people at the top rankings.
They had their skills and talents, but none that the world you live in would deem valuable.
Not hearing his steps beside you anymore, you turned back to look at him.
A shiver ran down your spine at the drastic change in his expression from just seconds ago, he looked absolutely pissed.
He started walking again, towards you this time.
Suppressing the fight or flight urges that have been trained in you, you try to deescalate the situation by taking slow steps back since you know he isn't the type of person to start a fight.
Not to mention is he really going to actually fight you over this?
As your back hits a wall, you tell yourself that you won't hesitate to break his arm if your gut feeling is actually right.
But he stops just before he gets close enough that you could justify shoving him away, almost like he knows exactly where your limits are and how far he could push the line before it snaps.
Still, it is close enough that he almost has you cornered, leaving a space you could escape from any second you want.
And yet you stay, he tests the waters and steps even closer. Gambling away his jaw remaining intact with each step you allow him to take.
"It's my own fault for thinking you were different from the rest." Betrayal and disappointment is crystal clear in his voice, eyes burning into you as if you've personally stabbed him in the back.
"I'm not going to apologise for ruining your imaginary image of me." You're not sure why he's making this a big deal, but you're not going to let him take out his personal issues on you.
Seeing your reflection in his eyes, the same twings of vulnerability shows itself just like that other day in the tavern.
He can tell that you can tell that he's desperate.
At any point you can just walk away, you don't have to listen to him just because he's in a sorry state right now.
Yet you remain still, not out of pity.
"What if…" he clears his throat, like he knows what he's going to say isn't going to be convincing, " what if we get married."
You blink.
He blinks back.
"Pardon?"
He looks away, "we're of legal age, i know a priest that will agree for a price and i can get us a respectable church with enough time and-"
Maybe he's actually lost it.
"Don't no, just…" you stop him as confusion fills you, what do you even say?
After giving him enough seconds so he would admit his poor attempt at humour and stop this joke, you're only met with anticipation filled eyes and nothing more.
"Why?"
He has the audacity to look confused at your question.
"Isn't this what you wanted?"
You almost choke, since when!?
"No?"
"Yes?" He replies, "You want a comfortable life, I could provide that eventually and exchange…"
His voice is right next to your ear, now more confident in the argument he's making. "I get you. I get your skills, your opinions and evaluations."
"You want me to unofficially work under you? By getting married as a front?" You're not sure that you're following his train of thought.
"More or less if you put it harshly that way." He gives you a bit of space, "the way i see it, is that you'll be getting your comfortable lifestyle whilst not wasting your skills and efforts, of course i will reward you for your consultation and only ask you to help with the on base operations once a week."
Only he can make a marriage proposal sound like a government job application.
For all the praise people and teachers throw his way for being exceptionally smart, you realise how big of a moron he is.
"You think you can bribe me into unofficially joining the survey corps by marriage."
"Yes, How is it any different from joining the military police? At least you'd help humanity more in this scenario and I assure you I'm not as pretentious as the people you'd be dealing with there, especially since I would be your husband after all."
"Do you even understand what marriage is? What makes you think I'd just agree to marrying the first person that offers a bit of luxury?"
He questions if you're messing with him, "you seemed disappointed that you didn't marry an aristocrat just a few minutes ago with Miche, I'm giving you another chance at your dream, so why aren't you taking it?"
"That…" you place a hand on his shoulder, "was sarcasm."
...
"Oh." He stares at you, embarrassment slowly creeping into his features as he avoids eye contact.
You would laugh if you didn't actually feel a bit sorry for him.
Clearing his throat, he says "so…you wouldn't marry for a comfortable life?" He seems keen on dying on this hill.
"No."
"Hm…" with a completely serious expression he continues, "i must have misunderstood. I thought my plan this time was foolproof."
The silliness of the situation is starting to down on you as the silence fills the air except for the chirping of a night cricket that could be heard nearby.
Maybe it's the leftover adrenaline from the fight or flight nearly activating or maybe you're just sleep deprived but you feel a smile creeping up your lips.
God this is just so silly to happen over a misunderstanding.
"What kind of person do you think I am?" You ask rhetorically, thinking of how this could've been avoided if he picked on your sarcasm.
Seeming relieved over the fact you're not angry, he doesn't care that he just embarrassed himself enough to last a lifetime, as he smiles back at you.
"That's what I'm trying to find out."
You snort, nudging his arm away as you get your personal space back.
"God you're just…something."
It's his turn to chuckle, "amazing choice of words, I've never been called something before."
The light verbal teasing continues as both of you head towards your original direction, it's been a really long day for everyone involved.
Till you finally arrive at your door, voices lowering into hushed tones to not wake up your sleeping roommates inside.
"Hey, I made sure to groom the horse every now and then… I think." No you didn't.
"Uh huh, you really thought the mud would magically disappear from him each morning?" He could see through your lies.
You shrugged, "maybe he's just a really smart horse? How could I have known you were taking care of him like some sneaky tooth fairy that cleans horses instead."
He covers his mouth to stop himself from laughing, steadying himself before removing it. " A horse cleaning fairy?"
"Shut up."
You walk up the small steps carefully so they wouldn't creak, listening closely to the door as you only hear soft snoring inside.
Bless your roommate's heavy sleeping.
"Hey uh…" Erwin whispers loud enough to get your attention. "I just wanted to say that…I'm sorry, for all of this."
This is the first time you've heard him apologise to you, at least sincerely.
"Well I don't forgive you." You reply, " but I appreciate the gesture."
He's smiled this night alone more than you've seen him do for all the years you've known him.
"Thank you." He looks sincere, "sleep well."
With that, he begins walking away.
You watch him from the door.
The light mood you've just had begins to sour, a melancholic feeling taking its place.
You've asked people around this morning before having this talk with him, only a handful is even considering joining the scouts.
The only people that actually had their join requests already written and sent waiting approval, were him and Miche.
Stepping inside, you tiptoe towards your bed, your sleeping roommate none the wiser.
As you lay under the covers that night, you begin to wonder what it is you actually want.
While the occasional indulgence in comfort is refreshing, you know deep down you're already too used to the military lifestyle to go back to the civilian one, it'd be like taking a bird's wings away just as it got used to flying.
Your eyelids become too heavy as you start dozing off.
The look of pure desperation in his eyes is the last image your brain conjures.
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༉‧₊˚ ⭑𖦹🕯️⋆ — CHRISTMAS & CHILL EVENT
christmas & chill (2015) is the second christmas record and extended play (EP) by american singer ariana grande. . .
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TRACK 1: INTRO
“i just wanna welcome you to christmas”
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“come and kiss me baby, we don’t need no mistletoe”
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“i’m just tryna keep my baby warm through the wintertime”
TRACK 4: NOT JUST ON CHRISTMAS
“every day of my life, i celebrate you, baby”
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“on the third day of christmas we got all in our feelings, said i love and meant it”
TRACK 6: WINTER THINGS
“but my baby’s in town and we’re gonna do some winter things”
BONUS TRACK: SANTA TELL ME (nsfw)
“don’t make me fall in love again if he won’t be here next year”
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— All About Marsh ៹!! ⸗ 🪽
🫐 Basic Info
Age : 18
Pronouns : he/him
Active as of : September 2023
Other : ED + semi NSFW blog
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📄 Blog Overview
This is an ED blog, I will be posting / reblogging things that could be triggering to some. This includes bcs, spos, diets, restriction meals, restriction motivation, and more.
I added NSFW to the description as more of a safety net or disclaimer. I highly doubt I’ll be rbing corn or anything highly graphic. Most NSFW posts will either be horny text posts or my own horny thoughts, which I will tag accordingly!
Aside from ED / NSFW related stuff, I’ll also use this blog to like fanart, poetry, fics, moodboards, and memes. If I reblog anything unrelated to EDs I’ll tag it accordingly.
My tagging system:
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I’m proana, meaning I support open conversation about EDs within ED spaces such as edblr, edtwt, and other forums.
I’m pro recovery for everyone except myself LOL
Idk how active I’ll be on here. I mainly use edtwt atm, but we’ll see how edblr works for me!
🖤 Interests
(Spinterest , Hyperfix)
TV
TLOU HBO
The Sandman
Hannibal BBC
Breaking Bad / BCS
Shameless
Archive 81
Drag Race
Adventure Time
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Gravity Falls
Gotham
Movies
Howl’s Moving Castle
Spiderverse
HTTYD
Now You See Me
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JJK 📓
The Promised Neverland 📓
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Given
Blue Lock
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Malevolent
Archive 81
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🕯️♱🕯️ oct. requests open
give me ur mind 😈 i am accepting requests for : fluff, angst, smut, etc
Read these two posts before making a request : rules + rule reminders
𖤓 — halloween themed requests welcomed !!
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Other accounts and fandoms/special interests under the cut
•Socials:
My reblog dumpster and general silly sideblog is @i-apriljune-be-stupid
My art and writing blog is @inexistent-existence
My OMGCP incorrect quotes blog is @wrongcheckplease
I’m a mod on @rockstar-cookie-daily
My Discord is Exi-stencil-ism#5852
•Fandoms:
👁️All Tomorrows👁️
💣Arcane💣
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👽Ben 10👽
🍪Cookie Run🍪
👸Cursed Princess Club👸
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🕯️Encanto🕯️
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🚒Fire Force🚒
❤️🔥Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss❤️🔥
🇺🇳Hetalia🇺🇳
🌐Inside Job🌐
🗝️Kingdom Hearts🗝️
💗Lolirock💗
🪵Lumberjanes🪵
💥Marvel💥 kinda
❤️🩹Monster High❤️🩹
🏒OMG Check Please🏒
🌹RWBY🌹
☣️SCP Foundation☣️
🧨Team Fortress 2🧨
🏰The Dragon Prince🏰
🧟The Last Kids On Earth🧟
💄Totally Spies💄
🧧Turning Red🧧
🛡️Undertale/Deltarune🛡️
✉️Violet Evergarden✉️
☠️Wednesday☠️
🧚♀️Winx Club🧚♀️
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〰♡〰About me〰♡〰
[🖤]Maria|demi/azurgirl|she/they
[💜]Biggest kins: Armin Alrert, Mikasa Ackerman, Chigiri Hyoma, Chifuyu, Sigma
[🖤]I like:
Jellyfishes🪼|Black and purple💜🖤|tea|anime|BOOKS|volleyball|and basketball 🏀🏐|dance|music🎵|fire and candles🔥🕯️| skeleton flower|lotuses|phycologic| the number 8|
[💜]My favs:Shoto(mha);Megumi,Inumaki (jjk);Armin,Levi(Aot);Akaashi,Yaku,(hq);Chuuya,Sigma(bsd);Chigiri,Kunigami(bllk); Rindou,Mikey(TR);Tighnari,Gorou,Xiao, Gaming (Genshin impact), Karma, Gakushuu, Itona (Assassination Classroom)
[🖤]I dislike:
Rude people|People who don't respect others believes/races/sexualities|Being the centre of attention|Unfair situations
[💜]i am hellenist! I believe in Greek Gods! I support all religions tho!
[🖤]i am 5'3 (1,60cm)
[💜]my zodiac sigh is libra♎
[🖤]i am an INFP-T
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♡ COINCIDENCE ♡
Check out my new modern reader x Levi book on Wattpad!
In short it's a story about a modern female reader, I'm thinking of creating a gender neutral version too, going to the aot universe where she meets Levi Ackerman. Posts are slow but when I finish a chapter I will post a quick preview on my Tumblr before posting it on Wattpad.
Merry Christmas and happy holidays everyone!
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🕯️🧀🙏🧀🕯️fic finders, I pray to thee. I'm looking for an AOT fic were there's a more detailed reaction from Zeke when he sees tiny 8 year old Eren murder too men, or something vagely along those lines. Thank thee.
Fic finders, ASSEMBLE!
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Rivals with Cadet Erwin pt.2
{pt.1 | pt.2 | pt.3 | pt.4 | pt.5 }
"You can cut all the flowers, but you cannot keep the spring from coming" - Pablo Neruda
{ Erwin x reader (denial phase) | tw: blackmail, tw: aot spoilers tw: aot gore mentioned| fluff, romantic comedy, enemies to lovers | canonverse}
{"Frühling" by Elisabeth von Eicken, German 1862-1940}
The soft fluttering of a butterfly, its wings reflecting a deep blue that rivals the blooming colours of each of the flowers it's visiting.
Rich yellow pollen sticks onto its fluffy body, travelling alongside it for whichever lucky flower the butterfly lands on next.
The gentle creature lands on the closest patch of fur it finds, looking for pollen for what it thinks is a slightly different flower, only to be whisked away by a particularly offended puff of air.
Your horse shakes its head to get rid of the ticklish ghost touches of the bug from its nose, its slow trotes coming onto a pause. The mossy gravel beneath it digs deeper into the dirt as it takes on its weight.
You know better by now than to rush it, so you let your ever so particular companion have its moment.
Taking a deep breath of fresh air, you slowly exhale as your eyes wander over the forests in the horizon, tall greeny almost brushing the skies, their branches and spines so tangled you can't tell the end from the start.
In the past years you've gotten to know almost each one of those trees on a personal level, equal part from slamming into them in your first weeks and from the latch marks your air vertical manoeuvring gear has left on them.
Your saddle moves from under you as your horse announces it's ready to move again, the slight bounce of its tail indicating its relief at getting rid of that annoying itch.
Despite its grumpy attitude for being woken up so early at sunrise, you can tell it's also enjoying the glistening of fresh dew drops scattered across the fields of grass.
For today, peace prevails between the two of you. Just like how the ladybugs climbing the grass blades to have a sip, still make space for the ants trailing behind them.
Unlike your rushed trip to the nearby town market this morning, you don't mind taking it slow on the way back.
Especially since you've already secured two jars of the apricot jam that was on sale today, early bird gets the worm and all.
Plus even if you were late, none actually bothers to lecture the graduating class on their schedule as long as they're not missing the tests.
Still despite that you made sure to always be on time, keeping your spot at the top rank for so long wasn't as effortless as you made it look to your friends.
Although it has been significantly easier in the past months, since an annoying pain in your ass stopped being a threat to your perfect scores. you could still find his name on the top 10, it never really came threateningly close to yours.
The familiar red barn comes into view, the chirping of chicks following their hen mother as they cross the dirt path, the ball of black fur that's stretching under the shade of the orange tree, gleefully ignoring its duties to catch the barn mice as it licks its paws clean instead.
You don't make the mistake of tugging on your horse's leash anymore, it knows the way to its stall and it gracefully walks itself there.
Well…only after it gives you a scare by pretending to trip, so you'd take the hint and get off its back already.
You oblige, because who are you to defy a spoiled royalty? Hoping down on your own two feet, you stretch your arms above your head.
A big yawn escaping your mouth, the sleepiness of having to do your morning workout before sunrise so you could make it to town on time, is catching up to you.
You feel relaxed, the sun is warm against your skin and- You get a mouthful of horse mane. The bouncing tail smacks you square in the face just as its unaware owner moves into its stall.
Spitting it out, you tell the animal off as you stomp your way back to the cadet sleep chambers, wiping your mouth with your sleeves and cursing the fact you ever thought you'd get a peaceful day with that demon of an animal.
You've had worse things in your mouth courtesy of the cafeteria here, you're not going to let a mammal that still walks on 4 legs ruin your day.
But you swear an oath to whatever god there is above, that if you're ever in a situation where the horse is on fire and you had a jug of water, you'd drink it instead.
-
Opening the wooden door to your shared bedroom, you feel grateful over the fact your roommates are nowhere in sight, breakfast is usually served around this time.
Walking to your own bed, you find a still warm bun of bread on top of your thin sheets, covered in a small white cloth to prevent it from drying out.
The corners of your lips turn upwards at your ever thought roommates, making a mental note to repay them with a favour later for saving you a piece.
The mattress squeaks as you land on it, Letting your leather bag fall from your shoulder as you take out one of the two jars.
You could feel salvia collecting at the back of your mouth as you unscrew the lid, the smell of freshly made jam almost making you whine. You've been saving up for a long long time just to be able to afford a single one.
Who could've known they'd have a sale on the exact day you planned to get them, a two for one special.
The kind lady that sold them to you talked about how it was in honour of an old tradition, where newly engaged couples get to share their love and blessings.
A soon to be wed couples exclusive sale.
Of course, you were quick to tell her all about your beloved fiance and how much your soon to be mother in law always adored apricots.
She seemed moved enough by your speech that she decorated each of the jars with a delicate red ribbon, winking at you to have a good time after you present them to your beloved, but not get too risky since the lord is always watching.
And now, as you tug a piece of the soft bread off to dip it into the delicious thickly sweet jam. All of the voices debating the morality of lying to an old kind lady, instantly vanish.
In your defence none ever makes a sale for broke sleep deprived soldiers, so you gotta do what you gotta do to survive.
And yes apricot jam is a very important requirement to survive.
Bringing the jam soaked piece of deliciousness close to your mouth, you part your lips as you get ready to reap the rewards of years of hard work.
It melts against your tongue, tastes so sweet it almost makes you shed tears at the contrast of it and the boiled potatoes you eat everyday. Is this what heaven feels like?
Imagining having the luxury to eat this every day, to indulge in all the different tastes of jam, maybe it's not too late to drop out and go find a gullible aristocrat to marry?
Too busy in your bliss of sparking flavours melting in your mouth, you fail to hear the soft creek of the wooden door being pushed aside.
As a looming tall figure walks close, his blonde bangs almost covering his eyes weren't it for them being pushed behind his ears.
Swallowing down your bite from heaven, you open your eyes that you unawarely closed.
But instead of the empty bed of your roommate in front of you, you're met with the long legs of a person.
A very very familiar pair of legs.
Miche's eyes don't even glance in your direction as they land directly onto the open jar of jam in your lap.
"Zacharias." You say, "just what made you think sneaking into someone's bedroom in the military, as they are unaware, wouldn't end in you getting thrown out a window?"
No reply, only his looming height adding to the intimidation of his unreadable expression.
"Miche!" You try again, louder this time, attempting to get his attention.
"Oh." Finally an answer, he glances at your face for a second before squatting down so you're on the same height, with you sitting on a bed. "Sorry."
No amount of death stares would work on him, as he goes back to staring at the jam jar.
You let out a sigh, loosening your protective grip around the jar as you lean it towards his direction.
"Do you…want some?" You offer, and nothing could've prepared you for the stars bursting show glistening in his eyes at your mere suggestion.
He nods, you share your bread.
As both of you munch on the special delicacy, not having to utter a word as you share the utter euphoria by your expressions alone.
You're also reminded of how nice it is to have a meal with a friend again.
"I've been trying to get my hands on one since last month" he breaks the trance of silence first, "but each time I arrive they'd be sold out."
You smile, having been at his exact position too till you got desperate enough to bribe the store's kids into telling you when their next patch is ready in advance.
"I guess I'm just lucky they restocked them today." Having seated your apeiti enough for now, you offer the last piece of bread to Miche.
He almost happily accepts it but stops from taking it midway as he asks if you're sure.
You nod, and he pops the piece in his mouth.
"It's relieving, you haven't changed much since i first met you." He plops down on the bed beside you, well at least his upper half while his legs dangle off the edge.
"What made you think I've even changed?" You raise an eyebrow as you slightly push him aside to make space for you to get comfortable, knowing his tendencies to hog whatever space he's in whilst unaware.
"You know, because of all of…" raising his arm, he vaguely gestures towards you in a circle with his hand, " this."
"What?" You try to connect the dots.
"You know, the whole ranking thing, you've been really" he pauses, searching for the right word to say, " passionate about it lately, maybe just a bit obsessively so."
"Oh." You don't try to deny it, you have been neglecting your friends and social life in general.
And if the always straight forward to the point Miche was sugar coating it, you can't imagine what your closer friends are feeling about it.
"I've been an ass haven't i?" You plop down next to him.
"Yeah, you have." Okay wow, he didn't even hesitate.
But you're not the type to give up easily, you wouldn't have gotten this far otherwise.
So you sit back up, straighter this time with a determined look on your eyes.
"I'll make it up to them, and you too. I'll make it up to all of you." You state, your brain is already scrambling a list of all of your friends' names.
Looking straight at your serious experience, he lets out a snort followed by a short laugh. "Yeah, we know you will." He gets up from the bed, giving you a pat on the head.
As he makes his way to the door, he says "There's gonna be a small celebration at the town tavern tonight. The instructor will turn a blind eye since he's busy with the fresh meat recruits coming to sign up this year."
"Sounds good, Nile's gonna be there?" Your brain has the courtesy to open the flood of all the funny and equally embarrassing memories of the Nile Dok drinking antics.
"Oh yeah, you know how we all just l o v e hearing his genius drunk declarations" Miche drags each syllable of the word love with his tongue as he says it, "and he wouldn't miss an excuse to see his fiance."
That reminds you, you still haven't congratulated him and Marie on their engagement, man you really have a lot to catch up on.
With that, Miche makes his exit, as you sink back down on the 'military budget acceptably soft enough' bed.
As you doze off, your brain starts to bargain that maybe you should enjoy your last year in the training corps and let loose a little.
-
You hear the bustling of the tavern as you make your way under the street's dim lights, its lit windows contrasting against the closed shops and empty stalls nearby.
The sound of something breaking followed by the muffled laughter of several people inside, the distinct smell of alcohol, the clinking of metal cups and occasional cheers echoing.
Taking a deep breath, you step through the door as the muffled voices become crystal clear. Your eyes scan the tables for familiar faces till you make eye contact with one of your friends. they're sitting with a large group alongside your other classmates, raising their cup towards you, soon enough the whole table turns to look at you.
More than 15 pairs of eyes staring right at you, before they erupt in cheers with huge smiles.
Soon enough you're guided to your saved seat on the table, your friends expressing how they missed you, how they're glad you finally joined them.
Some faked sadness at the fact they lost the bet with Miche that you wouldn't actually show up today only to be nudged in the side by their friend.
Soon enough you're relieved to find that your friends still made a space for you after all this time, that they did wait. Although a bunch of them did express their want for you to make it up to them with mischievous expressions.
And as things quiet back down to when you arrived while people go back to their conversations and the drinks are refilled, you spot him sitting at the far end of the table, a sombre expression on his face as he nursed his drink.
Cold and slightly concerning expressions were a usual thing on Erwin's face, but a sad one? That's definitely new.
So new that you almost didn't recognize him, his usually straight back having a slight hunch to it as he leaned into his cup, his hand resting against his cheeks making his lips have the slightest part to them.
Or the way his usually focused eyes seemed sleepy and half lidded, it really made you notice how pretty his eyelashes were, the slight blush on his cheekbones and the one open button at the top of his shirt that he must have forgot-
He meets your eyes, and the vulnerable look in them instantly disappears as he looks away.
You're snapped back to reality.
What in the actual fuck were you just thinking right now? You haven't even had a single drink yet so you can't blame it on alcohol.
The thought of you checking out Erwin pain in the ass Smith almost makes you gag as you remember him crystal clear in your brain.
You take a glance back, there's no way that's the same person, he looks so much… less annoying and obnoxious.
Maybe some air would help, you tell your friends you'll get them a refill yourself as you get up and take their cups with you.
Not to mention with how busy the tavern is tonight, you do feel bad for the understaffed waitresses here. Might as well do a good deed to balance out the whole lying to elderly thing…and bribing kids.
Two in one special yeah.
Just as you begin to walk, the sound of a chair being pushed back and heavy footsteps come from behind you.
"I'll carry half of them" Erwin states, wording it more like a command than an actual gentlemanly offer, you know like how a normal person would word it.
"Uh" you squint your eyes at him, "I'm good."
But you don't get another step before he cuts in again.
"No." He's closer now, "I insist."
He wouldn't murder you in a public place would he? No… too many witnesses and he's too smart for that. Unless the years that have gone by took a troll on his brain but you're not about to find out.
"Suit yourself" you hand over half as you make more space between the two of you, walking towards the bartender station while aware of the looming figure and heavy footsteps right behind you.
You put the cups on the counter as the bartender takes them and soon Erwin does the same.
And then like it's the most normal thing in the world, he takes a seat and looks at you with the expectation to do the same.
What's not normal about taking a seat while waiting for a refill? Well nothing. But you see when Erwin ' always has two refills of hair gel ready wherever he stays , Smith does it, then it is weird.
"Please" his surprisingly soft tone cuts off your train of thoughts, "take a seat, it won't take long. I promise."
If you were anyone else, you would've eaten it right up, especially with his melted honey voice that just sends shivers right down your body till it reaches your-
Hey! Snap out of it, you're not falling for it. You know how to read his expression better than anyone and you know behind those soft lided eyes is the murderous expression of a predetor just waiting for its prey.
…But he did sound sincere, and if this happened to be one of his new mental manipulation strategies then what better way to evade it next time than to closely observe it now?
Yes, just observe it for… future defence reasons totally.
And so you take a seat right next to him,
"You were right," he says, "she doesn't like people who are late."
You stare at him in a confused, annoyed expression.
He clears his throat, looking away. "Marie," he whispers loud enough for you to hear, " what you told me that day, at the board."
And it all adds up now, you knew he'd probably be a little bit sad but you never thought it would be this much. You thought he'd just be too prideful to admit even missing her after the engagement news.
But the man in front of you looks anything but prideful.
"Did she…break it off" The questions slips out of you before you could rethink it.
He doesn't seem phased, as if he was expecting it.
"No, I did."
"Why?"
"Didn't you hear? Or didn't Miche tell you?"
You shake your head.
"I'm joining the survey corps."
And suddenly a huge lump forms in the back of your throat, fleeting memories of the remains of dismembered corpses being the only survivors besides the cavalry at the end of each expedition.
You saw them in your town, you saw them when your neighbours were given a single hand as the remains of their only daughter who joined a day before.
Either you hid the look of horror on your face well, or Erwin decided not to react to it.
"Are you out of y-"
He interrupts you before you could finish, "out of my mind? Oh yeah absolutely, heard it all. It's a deathwish, I've gone crazy, I should think of my parents or I'm being selfish." He recites all the replies he's gotten so far without a twitch
You press your lips closed, looking at him with now a fully irritated expression. "Why are you telling me this?"
And he has the audacity to actually act confused as if it's just normal to tell acquaintances about your death mission.
"Why? Isn't it obvious," and just in perfect timing, the bartender finished refilling all the drinks as she passed it back to the both of you. Erwin takes two of the cups, sliding one in front of you and taking the other for himself.
"So you'd celebrate today." He finishes his sentence as he takes a long sip.
"Why would I celebrate something like this?" You slam your cup on the wood, hard enough for some of the alcohol to spill and soak your hand.
"If i recall correctly, weren't you the one who said 'I couldn't care less if you'd get stomped to death by a titan i would just point and laugh because that's so embarrassing' ?" He takes another sip,
"You mean when you snitched to the instructor about me using the training equipment after hours after I told you to get lost when you wanted to join in?" You stare back.
"Yeah, it was a reasonable reaction in retrospect." And he has already finished his drink, yet reaches for another.
"I still stand by my words," you say "I just didn't think you'd be so eager to go find that titan personally."
"Actually I've been…no nevermind." He doesn't meet your eyes as he looks towards the other people, drinking and laughing together.
Whatever, if he thinks you're going to beg him to finish he'd have a better chance convincing you that titans are actually humana, HA as if.
So you both let the awkward heavy sileness fill the air.
As you stare at him in boredom, you do notice the fact he's…in a much better state than when you first saw him today.
And just like clockwork work, you start hearing the ever so familiar booming voice of Nile dok as he begins one of his drunken lectures while your friends egg him on.
Both of you and Erwin look at them from when you're sitting, you see Marie chuckling and going to get him water.
"So you're just going to give up?" You state bluntly.
"That's the thing you never understand, you need to pick and choose your battles, you can't just fight every war in the world."
"Excuse me? I perfectly understand that."
"Hmm" he looks you up and down, "if you did, you wouldn't be in this situation right now where you owe at least 20 favours for ignoring your friends."
Ouch.
"That reminds me." He continues on, " I would like to cash in my favour right now."
You almost choke.
"Friends Eriwn, I owe it to my friends. Not you."
"Oh, I am perfectly sure we're great friends, after all…" he gets closer, "why would someone who's not my friend get to borrow my horse all the time without permission?"
…
"What?"
"That one you've been using for years that everyone saw you on? The one you used this morning and didn't even bother to lock the gate behind." He explains. " If it was any other horse, it would've escaped the second you turned your back."
No way, no he's just messing with you there's no way that he-
"What? You thought the stable's owner was just generous enough to give you and only you a fully trained horse?" He gets closer.
"first of all" you cut him off, "that demon is anything but trained, its barely understands simple gestures and whistles."
"this might come as a surprise for you..." He says with a serious tone, "but it's a horse, not a cow. You can't just tug it with a leash wherever you want to take it. Have you ever tried using actual voice commands?"
"of course i ha-" you stop midway through, recall each single encounter with that demon from hell. Not once did you try to tell it to stop.
Going back to the original topic, Erwin continues
"Theft is heavily punished in the military you know" he takes out a handkerchief from his pocket, wiping away the alcohol that spilled on your hand previously, "you might just lose an important limb or two."
"really? You think they'd take your words over mine? Not to mention how weak your argument is since-" before you could go off, he shushes you.
"Pick and choose your battles, soldier. What would people say about the top ranked student being a thief?"
To imagine you ever felt sorry for his stupid ass, god you never wanted to choke someone more than now.
Yet still, you begrudgingly shut your mouth, cursing Miche out for even inviting you out on this death sentence excuse of a party.
"You learn quick, that's good." He gets up, " oh and bring those cups too, you said you could handle them by yourself right? My dear friend.."
#Erwin🕯️#aot x reader#aot x y/n#snk x reader#fluff#erwin smith x reader#erwin x you#erwin fluff#enemies to lovers#tw spoilers#tw blackmail
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Hello, lovelies! I have the pleasure of spare time today and am hosting a mini-event for the holiday. Here's the prompt!
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1-3 AOT characters (polycule or separate)
Reader sex (afab, amab)
If reader has been naughty or nice this year
Three words you associate with winter*
1 emoji from the list (below)
Lastly, optionally, tell me about your favorite experience these last few weeks that really made you smile and how you’re doing today. I enjoy hearing from you guys :)
I will smash out 500 words or less (trying to aim for 150, but I’m bad at that) of reader-insert smut (drabble; headcanons; etc.). Feel free to let me know if you’ve got suggestions/specifics that might fit, but know I tend to let things go where they want to take me and need to work within the word count limit. Sometimes drawing in the lines is hard for me. Any not answered today will be deleted unless they bite me and won't let go (apologies in advance; I've too many WIPs).
🧣: breathplay; blindfolding; bondage
🥛: comeplay; breeding; oral; soft/sensual
🍷: CNC/inebriation/dubcon; period sex; ass
🎀: lingerie; brat taming; exhibitionism/voyeurism
❄️: temp. play; cuddling for warmth trope; group sex
🕯️: cockwarming; double penetration; praise/worship
🍪: Dom/sub; biting; rough sex; degradation/humiliation
☃️: role-play; pet-play; objectification; predator-prey; non-human
🧤: hand holding; masturbation; impact play; overstimulation
*The weirder, the better. May or may not effect the writing. :)
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Enemies to Lover with Erwin maybe? During their cadet days they were always trying to one up eachother.
So imma make this a slow burn mini series with 5 chapters max, I'll also merge it with another request that fits perfectly with the narrative, hope you don't mind anon. There will also be Erwin pinning after Marie at the beginning but it will turn into x reader eventually.
Rivals with Erwin smith pt.1
{pt.1 | pt.2 | pt.3 | pt.4 | pt.5}
{ Erwin x Marie, Erwin x Reader (eventually) | tw: Enemies to lovers, tw: cursing, tw: aot spoilers | fluff, teasing | canonverse }
{"Street in Tétouan" by Eduardo Flórez Ibáñez Spanish, active 1871-1889}
You need to hurry.
Repeated the voice inside your head, as you lead the last horse back to the stables to join the other training horses, Its hooves heavy and stomping in protestion, as you attempted to lead it towards the empty hay stall.
"Please just cooperate this once" you argued as you cursed the fact you've been assigned one of the most dramatic animals to grace the inside of the walls.
And just when it seemed like it was going to stop having a tug of war with you, it lunged forward making you fall back against the ground.
With an offended huff, it strotes inside its stall with the grace of a noble inside wall sina, the complete opposite of the wild boar that possessed it a second ago.
Not wasting another second on the petty animal, you get up to dust your white cadet uniform off, picking whatever remains of hay and carrots from your jacket. Locking the stall door, you send a death glare towards the horse that looked like it couldn't care less.
Although while you had enough common sense not to beef with an animal, you did have enough brain cells to figure out who's the one responsible for getting you assigned this dramatic prince of a horse.
The Erwin " i once helped get the stable owner's cat from a tree so now he listens to my suggestions" fucking Smitth.
But oh, you're gonna show that prick today, which reminded you again of the fact it's almost sunset and you have to hurry up.
And so you ran and ran, jumping over any pointless fences that only served to make the routes to the main square of the training corps longer.
More specifically the big board in the middle of the square, the one that all cadets pretend not to see when they walk by it.
You might have also been one of them when you first joined, to be completely transparent with yourself you really didn't think you'd ever look forward to seeing that grim too white to be normal look of the papers stamped on the board.
But things change, priorities too.
And now it just happened that yours is putting arrogant always ready to please people into their place.
Which luckily only happened to fit the description of a single local in your area.
Evading all the cadets that were hurrying to finish their end of the day tasks so they could enjoy their limited free time before it's night call, you expertly move in between each group of people without decency to not block the common walk road.
And then you see it, a noticeable empty space around it where none dares to even get close to the cursed board.
Your steps hitting the gravel become heavier as you slow down, your knees would've protested too weren't it for the early morning hikes you've been doing.
Step by step, your eyes focus as they search the vast board for that small unimportant piece of paper that gets posted here every month.
The end of the month report card, which to reduce production costs only gets a single medium sized paper.
You find the paper by the signature of your instructor, right at the bottom of the page.
A cold breeze makes itself known, swaying the back of your jacket and drying the drops of sweat on your forehead.
Your eyes slowly trail up the paper, reading the names of your classmates, your fingers curl and uncurl themselves.
Reaching the third place, you stare at Nile's name for a bit too long, your eyeballs don't dare move an inch.
Swallowing down the lump in your throat, you decide to rip the bandage off and not prolong this anymore.
Second place, in clear yet hurried written letters it reads.
Erwin Smith.
Your eyes shot to first place, landing on your own name.
…
You did it.
You actually did it, all the hard work, all the bruises from facing people twice your size in one on one training and all the late night studies paid off.
Oh thank fuck.
Glancing back to Erwin's name, you think the second place suits him way more than the first.
That's where he belongs, below you.
"A half point higher." The ever so familiar voice comes from behind, barely a whisper.
Masking your urge to jump from that scare, you sharply turn behind to make it clear that his creepy sneaking behind people strategy won't work on you.
Your eyes meet his steel blue ones, you shrug. "Yeah and?"
Let's see which one of you out-creeps the other, because you're not backing off despite being able to smell the still fresh soap scent from him, probably had a shower not long ago.
…Did he run here from the cadet chambers? Man that's pathetic.
Erwin stares back, his natural cold expression slipping between the charming facade for a second before a big fake smile replaces it.
"And it's still progress, considering your past rankings." He says, reminding you of just how punch appealing his face looks. "You must have been working hard, so i thought you'd enjoy the first spot, for this month at least."
Is he trying to imply what you think he's trying to imply?
Oh no. Oh no no no, he doesn't get to fucking imply that he gave you that spot willingly, not when you managed to flip him on his back twice in the last physical training class.
"Sure, whatever helps you sleep at night Smith." Two can play this game, "but remember not to cry publicly next month when it's still my name above yours."
He didn't even try to hide his snort. "You really think so?"
"Oh I really really think so."
"Hmm…well that's the spirit soldier" he adds just when you thought his smile couldn't get any more fake.
In your attempt at one upping each other, both of you failed to notice the approaching footsteps.
"You think the corps square is a hangout spot now do you?" The booming voice of the current survey corps commander, Keith Shadis is loud enough to grab the attention of anyone passing by.
Which just happened to be none, with the sun setting on the horizon and the cold wind beginning to welcome the night, you realised just how empty this place got in comparison to when you arrived.
Both of you and Erwin look at each other, look back at the commander and then nonchalantly step away from each other before doing the salute.
With the rare occurrence when the survey commander happened to be visiting the training corps, you began to understand to never try and test his patience.
Plus He already looks annoyed, better not irritate him further.
"Our sincere apologies sir, it won't happen again" Erwin, suck up to commanders, Smith is the first to speak.
"This isn't the place to have your stupid young dates, god none of you would have hope to survive outside the walls." You listen to him finish his speech before it hits you.
"It's not a date." Both you and Erwin say at the same time with voices laced with disgust.
"Do NOT interrupt me" and you've already broken your own rule to not irritate him further, " both of you out of my face right now before i-"
"Sir yes Sir." Not letting him finish his speech, both of you just bow before hurrying off towards the closest corner turn to avoid getting into more trouble.
You made sure to step on Erwin's foot and play it off as an accident, he winced and gripped your arm tightly in return.
"You're acting like a child, stop it." He tugged you along just to make sure the commander wasn't following behind.
Pulling your arm back, you replied " maybe if you didn't interrupt him back there, he wouldn't have been as quick to yell at us."
Quirking his eyebrow at you and your hypocrisy, he decided to just not indulge this argument anymore.
Coming to think of it, why would the commander assume it's a date? You took a good look at Erwin, which is when you actually realised he was…more neat and groomed than he usually is.
"Huh, you're all dressed up." You eyed his carefully styled hair, his neat trousers and ironed shirt. "Were you…actually going on a date? God so you are the one at fault for him yelling at us back there."
From the way he looked at you for a second before turning his face away without saying anything, you knew you hit the spot.
"So you actually had a date and yet you ran here, god that's actually…" your smug smile and amused eyes finished the sentence before you did.
Pathetic.
At least now you're 100% sure he was just as worried about you outranking him this month and didn't just give it to you like he bluffed.
"Shush it." Was all he said, eyebrows knitted with a glare to his eyes. " I wasted enough time here, I should go"
He looked genuinely surprised at the fact he lost track of time for something so important to him.
"I see," you said with the same smug impression, "Well i don't think Marie would settle for someone who's always late but what do i know."
And that was all it took for his cheeks to flush, he opened his mouth to reply but closed it right after before stomping off.
Getting to see the collected and gentleman Erwin Smith, all frustrated and easy to read like an open book, almost gave you a higher thrill than ranking above him.
Almost, you had a victory to celebrate with your friends.
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Hey, I dont know if your requests are open, but I saw the anon who Requested Armin encouraging you to eat and I'm struggling with eating lately as well. Those headcannons were super helpful and made me feel so much better, especially knowing I'm not the only one going through the whole food anxiety thing. 💗💗 If you ever have the chance could you make some head canons of the same request with Reiner too? Hes my absolute comfort character! 🥺🥺
Disclaimer: this one goes into more depth about the aspects of eating anxiety and disorders, it never encourages nor romanticize them but it describes them in details, it might be triggering for some people.
I'm sorry if this isn't what you had in mind anon, i just thought about how Reiner would approach this in a different light than Armin. If what you wanted was more light and fluffy themese then you can tell me and i will write you another one.
Reiner & you helping each other with eating anxiety
{ Reiner x reader | tw: heavy eating problems, tw: recovering ED | angst with comfort | modren au }
{"Apple tree" circa 1900 Jan Ciągliński Polish, 1858-1913 }
He knows before you tell him, how could he not? It's something he's more than just acquainted with.
The all familiar feeling of sourness in your mouth, the heaviness of your throat that feels glued shut from the inside whenever you bring a bite even remotely close to your mouth.
It's tiring, it's exhausting and it's all he has ever known.
The nausea, the stomachache, the whole ever repeating cycle of bringing the food to your room, promising yourself that you will finish it but it ends up joining the pile of rotting half full plates on the far dresser where you can't see it.
He pretends it doesn't bother him, he has it under control is what he tells himself. After all, as long as it's just him it doesn't really register just how bad it is.
But not you, oh god anything but you going through this too.
He sees himself in you, he sees all the tiredness from fighting each day just to accomplish something other people get for granted. The unfairness of having to fight your brain just to survive.
He doesn't bring it up to you, he knows just how exhausting it is to have this conversation over and over again with every new person who thinks they're being friendly by making you explain your whole being to them.
By having you turn your complex struggles into bite sizes just so they won't get disturbed of how bad it gets at times, of having to babysit every ever so curious eye that may have had good intentions but didn't think about their words twice.
The suppressed rage both of you hide at the unfairness of the situation, that will have a flood of guilt following right after even a grain of that rage slips between the cracks onto an innocent bystander.
And so he makes his actions speak for him instead, he makes sure not a single stupid grain of self loathing will weasel itself into your justified frustration each time you couldn't finish something you thought you would.
He will fight each battle with you, he will be your pillar to lean against just as you were his wake up call.
Making it very clear you're not alone in this, you won't ever be.
He will learn your preference in food no matter how many times it changes, he will take great care in making sure every meal he makes for you won't bother you in texture or taste whilst giving you all the nutritions you need.
Even if you couldn't finish it right now, even if one bite was all you had energy for, that's perfectly understandable and would've been still worth his effort.
But this time neither of you will forget to finish it before the day ends, neither of you will go to bed hungry.
He makes it clear food isn't a reward, it's not something to be earned nor should taking it away be a punishment.
And while he repeated this to himself before, somehow saying it to you is what made him really truly believe it.
He sees your progress to get better, he knows your determination and it fills him not only with pride but with hope for himself too.
Having you by his side, in the bad and good times, is what made this thing far easier than it was alone.
You're deserving of love and care, you're deserving of patience and forgiveness, none is perfect and progress is never a linear line.
Just a single step forward everyday is what both of you aim for, eventually it will add up no matter how many steps back happen on the bad days.
He makes sure to change scenery too when both of you have lunch, maybe you can eat it in the backyard today or maybe an in bed breakfast.
Maybe the both of you can pack your food and just aimlessly drive around.
Even at family events or friends hangout, he will make sure that you have a comfort safe food to eat if everything else seemed overwhelming at the time.
You're not a bother nor a burden, it's asking for help and taking care of each other that even got humanity this far ahead.
And without realising it, you too do take care of him when you share your drinks with him on the days he felt like water tasted disgusting. Or the times you held his hand in comfort after he spent half an hour just staring at his untouched plate.
Both of you will heal your relationship with food, neither of you is broken nor are you damaged. You've just been hurt too much and this was one of the many ways your brains tried to cope, to get control over a single aspect in your lives just to feel stable.
It's an unhealthy coping mechanism, it's the thing that helped keep you sane before when things were falling apart but it's a really really damaging one in the long run.
You're not crazy nor overreacting, you're perfectly human.
And while unlearning something is impossible, since it will be a part of you that lingers no matter how small. You will learn to cope healthy with it, to calmly deal with the aftermath.
To find alternative solutions that don't come at the cost of your physical or mental health, to find peace with the thing.
He knows that and he's grateful to have you with him in this journey, where both of you learn how to take care of yourself and your needs again.
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@ava-sr said: EE i do apologize that this is late, but maybe a small request because of my moblit-brainrot. which dates he would like to take you on? maybe like one of those guided painting classes? aGh all i know is that man is the absolute sweetest and i love him with all my heart
Types of dates with Moblit pt.1
{ Moblit x reader | tw:none | fluff | modern }
{ "Vanitas Still Life" 1662 by Edwaert Collier c. 1640 - after 1707 London or Leiden }
Ideal dates : these are dates he plans up ahead, makes sure they go smoothly and you're both are having fun. He really looks forward to these dates, they're like an event for him. He saves them up for important occasions like your anniversary, valentine's day, birthday.
I. Cuddling for hours at a time
you have to understand that in Moblit's overworked and stressful life, moments of respite are rare and far. He's so deprived of touch and love that it's a miracle how he has managed to function without even a beep. The thought of having someone to warm his bed, cradle his worries and put them to rest by simply combing through his hair, never crossed his mind despite having a hundred thoughts running through it per minute.
Some days he manages to forget your existence even, not out of some selfish desire or to belittle you, but out of disbelief, after all it's too good to be true.
You're too good to be true to him.
Your tender words pull him back each time he blindly steps closer to the edge, a never-ending spiral of self-destructive work tendencies awaiting him at the bottomless abyss. Your warm embrace shutting out the swarm of nagging voices meant to guilt him out of rest, to act as if the key to curing his sleep deprivation was to not acknowledge its existence, that fatigue symptoms could be erased by his own homemade placebo remedies.
As if your mere touch could turn anything to gold, and in his case, it did.
It was what made the difference between an anxiety inducing catastrophic day, and a mere rough stepping stone he could easily manoeuvre around leaving his pace steady and undisturbed.
Reminding that it's okay to fail, to give something your best only for it to crumble to dust. It's a process of trial and error, it takes time and patience.
You don't get to choose how well things end up working out, it's not up to you nor is it your place.
And that's why for him, his ideal place in the world is in your arms, to simply let the rise and fall of your chest lull him into comfortable numbness. His features softening as the oxytocin levels rise, courtesy of your warm embrace, soft skin providing just the right pressure against his own.
Laying on your shared bed together, the soft breeze coming from the open windows moves the thin curtains. Moblit is Holding you close as one of his arms sneak around you, fingertips tracing shapes up and down your back. Face buried in your shoulder as yours rests on top of his head, stray hairs almost tickling your nose when you brush against them.
The passing of time does little to his cotton filled mind, occasionally attempting to pull you even more closer as if it's possible. Legs tangled with yours under the heavy blanket despite him hogging most of it.
Every now and then, when a certain amount of time passes, he'd look at you with half-closed eyes, a lidded look of satisfaction before murmuring in his sleepy voice.
"Do you want to get up?" And despite his sincere words and warm tone, his body makes no move to detach itself from your side.
Does he know the soothing effect of the circles he keeps drawing up your back? Or how much him talking with his lips still pressed against your neck makes you melt just a bit.
Whatever it is, Moblit seems confident in his ability to keep you snuggled against him, tucked underneath the warm blanket and fluffy pillows almost muffling your answer.
II. Visiting a music bar
Preferably something with soft yellowish lights, small enough spaces not meant for dancing but to create an intimate atmosphere akin to a music venue.
A jazz club, maybe a brewery.
Dimmed sunlight seeping through the thin curtained window, shadow traces of people smoking outside while making small talk, cushioned bar stools placed around the long bar with a mirrored wall behind it as several aged bottles and fancy glasses with signatures decorate the wooden shelves.
The quiet chatter of people blurring behind the mellow music the band is playing on the nearby stage, smooth movement with relaxed postures as if they've done this a hundred times before, and they probably have.
You're sitting in one of the booths near the window, a private spot where you're far enough for people not to notice yet close enough to still hear the music flowing.
The beat is slow, hypnotising even that the minutes blur together.
Moblit giving you a smile as he comes back with your drinks, sitting opposite of you before handing you the cold glass, ice cubes clinking against each other as you raise the frosted rim to your lips, sugary sweet filling your senses, the cooling sensation of the drink slides down your throat.
There's a hint of citrus in it.
You've learned to trust Moblit's choice in drinks after being together for so long, he just knows what's going to taste good and which kind of drink you seem to need without having to say a word.
He seems comfortable here, even referring to the bartender by his name like they've been friends for a while, and maybe they have judging by the out-of-script welcoming he gave Moblit.
One conversation starts another and both of you find it so easy to talk to each other without boundaries or second thoughts, the smiles and occasional chuckles almost never leaving your features while nursing on your drinks.
He tells you stories from his work and about his co-workers. You find yourself entranced by his seemingly abusered line of work and the amount of chuckle worthy instances a single work day can offer.
That one time Hange knocked the liquid incense oils that someone Levi brought to freshen the place, well to their luck the oils fell directly on an open flame from the nearby scented candle which resulted in the fire spreading through the liquid alcohol between the broken glass.
And despite the feeling of dread, from seeing his files catch on fire this story brings him, the sound of your chocked laughter as you almost spilled your drink over your clothes, made it all worth it for him.
III. Antique shop
There was something to be said about Moblit's yearning for especially old looking things, trinkets, crumpled maps, tea stained letters and silvered mirrors.
You can't miss the gleam in his eyes as he opens the antique store door open for you the chime of the door bells following after. The smell of burning incense lingering in the air alongside the slow ticking of an old wooden clock.
The look on his face is of pure fascination, his eyes following the trail of the objects lined on the tables, from the old oil paintings with hand carved frames to the crystals reflecting sunlight next to the colourful stones. Observing as he carefully walks behind you through the narrow spaces between the tables and shelves.
Pulling your attention whenever he finds a particular curious thing to show you as if it's an offering, it can range from music boxes with a really familiar melody that you can't quite remember or a beautifully shaped rose quartz stone that feels cool against your palm.
Whatever he brings, it often manages to intrigue you in some way. Moblit could always notice things other people would skip over otherwise, scanning the tables was like a small treasure hunt.
He'd always pick one or two leather journals, almost filled to the brim with ink scribbled pages and tea stained spots, personal diaries dating back to the 90's and if he's lucky they might edge towards the 80'. He likes to read them, live in someone else's shoes even for a split second, puzzle pieces falling in place as he figures out what kind of person the author was.
Of course sharing his discoveries with you while having lunch later, not out of pride nor to show off, but out of genuine respect to other people's lives and their dedication for leaving behind a piece of their soul.
IX. Roadtrip
It's something he plans months ahead in advance, he genuinely wants to make the best out of the few weeks off both of you got to spend together. Making sure to plan a set of destinations, preparing snacks and food, packing your essentials and renting a big enough van.
A small getaway even, to completely leave everything behind and set out on a carefully planned adventure with the one he loves most, you.
Enjoying the fresh weather, the high sun and fast wind as both of you roll down the windows, fields of green and yellow meet you alongside the road the further away you move from the city.
Although be careful; the Moblit behind the wheel is a much much more different than the one you know, he's using all what remains of his self-restraint not to speed down the highway and swirl, the thought crosses his mind every hour or so and he's visibly agitated when you're forced to drive behind a particularly slow driver.
You might even have to remind him of the speed limit occasionally just so you don't end up with a pile of speeding tickets at the end of the trip.
It's like all his usually cautious and calculating demner evaporates into mist the second he touches the steering wheel, Temptations of just flooring it while high on adrenaline still linger in the back of his mind.
Beside that, the trip is a relatively calm one as you get to bask in all the new and different places you'll get to visit. Try new food and walk through different city streets, just the experience of something out of the usual is enough to satisfy Mobilt. Not to mention the fact he gets to experience it with you and just wander around without a purpose or care as long as you're together.
He'll definitely keep in mind what sort of things you seem to like, what intrigues you and the kind of reactions you show. He even started an album filled with mostly your pictures and the things you've seen.
It's most relaxing and filled with low stakes, nothing too fancy but nothing too boring either. Walking the thin line perfectly.
X. Visiting a museum
But not just any museum you see, one centred around natural history. Displaying everything from ancient fossils to full on skeleton displays of a 122 foot titanosaur, depictions of distant relatives of homosapiens and modern evolution trees of the current animals.
Moblit guiding you through the shiny tile floor and between the exhibits while holding your hand, eyes gleaming with passion as he goes on and on about each thing you glance at. Making all the trivial facts seem more fascinating than they have any right to be.
The squeaking sound of footsteps echoing on the too clean floors as four children pass you by, racing each other towards the iron suits of armour on display. They almost fall over the red ropes from leaning too close in, their caregiver seemingly busy talking with a security guard over the 'smoking not allowed' sign.
You spare them a final glance before following Moblit through the corridor leading to the world history & old inventions section. Soon enough he steals your attention again as he begins talking about the first airplane prototype that you can't help but be enamoured by.
Despite there being a sign framed on the wall that sums up the jest of Moblit's lecture, he manages to make it not only less boring but add his own twist and uncommon known facts to it that it feels less of a history trip and of an interesting conversation.
He has so much knowledge that he's so eager not to only share but hear your own opinion and take on it, valuing your view no matter what amount of knowledge you have over the subject.
XI. Painting together
It's an idea that you offhandedly suggested after your museum visit, after all spending an hour in the Impressionism era gallery did leave an impression on you. And so the suggestion of checking out an art store for some acrylics and a couple brushes left your lips on the way home without a second thought.
Well little did you know that the small suggestion managed to latch into Moblit's brain for weeks after, making him spend his free time searching and gaining information on painting and how to start, he even managed to find some really good classes having a limited time course sale
That's how both of you end up in a guided painting class, seated next to each other with aprons on and a pallet to mix paint tubes in. You'll find out how much of a fast learner Moblit is, so much that most of the class he spends guiding your hand through the steps and offering his help whenever possible, although he still remembers not to be overbearing and still gives you space.
Both of you are in your own bubble from the class, being with him makes you feel easy and more reassured. He's like your very own comfort corner that you seek in every party, except that he can walk around with you and always looks out for you.
And whatever you end up putting on that canvas, Moblit will cherish more than any renaissance painting, will even insist on hanging it somewhere in the apartment.
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