TAMW... 59. (Erwin Smith X Reader)

59. "That awkward moment when... you've slept through your alarm clock and need to make up some kind of excuse for it."
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Beep. Beep. Bee-

Your hand lazily swung towards the nightstand adjacent to your bed, blindly searching the irritating cause of your awakening. When your fingers felt the dent of the snooze button, you pressed it with merciless force, the silence of the ringing machine music to your ears. With a groan, you rose like a zombie out of the grave, rubbing your eyes to rid them of the dry, crusted mucus that collected at the corners. Then, you stretched your arms above your head, hearing a satisfying pop from the middle of your back and giving a sigh of relief. Tiredly, you looked over to your now quiet alarm clock, reading the time.

7:28

Your alarm had been ringing for at least an hour. “Fuck! Erwin’s going to slice my neck and mount my ass above his fireplace!” you cried out, scrambling from your oh-so-comfy bed into the cool air of your room, desperately reaching for your uniform. “Well, I'd prefer if he mounted it somewhere a little more appropriate like his bed, or his desk,” you chuckled to yourself, donning your tan jacket with the signature navy blue and ivory white Wings of Freedom. Assembling your harnesses had become as easy as tying your shoelaces over the years since you've joined the Survey Corps. Speaking of which, you were about to meet the wrath of your Commander. What were you going to tell him this time?

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“You're late again, _____.” The anger was clear to understand in his silky voice, his tone like that of an enraged, sarcastic mother. Refusing to display shame, you clenched your fist tighter as you held it against your heart.

“My apologies, sir.” His bushy eyebrows rose slightly, noticing how your knuckles were turning white and your cheeks were beginning to radiate. He would never admit how cute you looked when you were flustered.

“I will not tolerate another scene like this, _____. Punctuality matters greatly in the Survey Corps.” With that, he began to turn away from your cowering form. This was bad. Here you were, trying to impress your superiors and you couldn't even be at training on time. You had to think of something quick.

“Sir, wait! It’s not my fault that I'm late! I almost died!” Erwin, in all his godlike beauty, rose a single bushy brow as his eyes locked with yours, the corners of his lips moving upwards slightly.

“Oh? Do tell.”

Congratulations _____ for being the world’s biggest dumbass! Well, here goes nothing.

“Yeah, it was all the Titans’ fault! Well not all of them, just two.” Cue Erwin’s amused facial expression. “See, I was on my way here earlier this morning-earlier than usual, actually- when I was confronted by not one, but two Titans! Two of them! And one me! I was heavily outnumbered.

“So, I latched onto a building with my 3D Maneuver Gear, and I swung around to kill the first Titan. Cut his neck clean,” you then proceeded to make a slicing motion with your hands, as if they were the swords you wielded, “And then the other one saw that I had killed his buddy, so he was out for revenge. And he was fast.

“I swung from building to building, trying my hardest to avoid this psycho Titan, when I turned a corner and met a bridge. I was quick enough to miss it, but the big dummy behind me hit it dead on, and got stuck. This gave me a perfect opportunity to kill it, and I took it. Another clean kill.”

Erwin looked awfully, terrifyingly amused by your story; it was the brightest you've ever seen that gorgeous smile of his. “And the bodies?”

“They burnt up, just like they always do.” Oh yeah, you have nailed this board down good. There’s nothing that can rip this board down now, not even-

“Next time you decide to sleep in, make sure you fix your alarm clock, _____. I'd rather not be the one to have to hear it ringing for an hour again. And if you're going to openly talk about your fantasies, make sure no one is there to listen, because I do have a fireplace.” A smirk was present on his lips as he turned his back towards you and strolled away.

Wait…

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...WHAT?