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[favficbirthdays]

Happy Birthday

Mike Zacharias (1st November)

Attack On Titan

[tulipanka-a]

The Military Men (Survey Corps)

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[the-troll-of-the-bridge]

My man Mike deserves some peace

[blxetsi]

Hey hope you feel better from the shot! ^^ May I request some fluff headcanons with Miche/Mike?

thank you thank you !! im feeling much better 🤩 hope u enjoy this baby !!!

fluffy headcanons with mike zacharias

mike zacharias x gn!reader

warnings: all fluff, mentions of puke, this mf is clingy and touches ur shoes smh 🙄🤚

- mike is like your bodyguard

- seriously this guy is a PROTECTOR at heart frfr

- anything you need help with ? hes there. you feel scared ? hes there. someones being a creep around you ? hes immediately blocking them from you with his giant body

- mf wakes up at like 5:30 just to go out for a run 😭😭😭😭 but he brings u back coffee from your fave place

- comes and gives you a kiss when hes all gross and sweaty and wont hesitate to jump on you if you try and deny him a good morning kiss

- like its not his fault you sleep like a rock okay 🙄🤚

- he really likes doing things with you, like brushing your teeth together, washing the dishes together, showering together, getting dressed together

- its so simple but domestic to him and he just loves your energy and being around you

- kind of clingy, this man would love to have you with him 24/7 but alas thats not possible 😔💔

- if you needed space he would give it to you for sure, but it would be a little difficult to find what to do when youre not with him

- hes very considerate, wont watch the new episode of that show you watch together, will leave the last slice of garlic bread for you

- for some reason he just seems like the kind of guy that will randomly wash your shoes

- "oh they look a little dirty,,, i should clean them !"

- he likes taking care of you, he likes rubbing your back when you puke, he likes holding you in his lap when you cry, he likes making you food and helping you open jars

- he just likes to feel needed, and you make him feel needed

- hes a very quiet man, and sometimes he thinks you need someone more extroverted and willing to talk but you DONT

- ik this is cliche but he likes the way you smell

- the hair products you use and the cologne and the laundry detergent you use just makes him so happy, if he smelt any of it on another person he would think of you and get so happy

- very thoughtful when it comes to gifts he just seems to know exactly what you want

- every note, card, letter etc. gets saved in a box, he likes to keep his memories with you

- he even kept the grocery receipt you gave to him that had your number on it

- movie or concert tickets get saved too, pictures get developed and put away

- he wants documentation of his relationship with you, of his LIFE with you

- yeah this man is in it to win it, he wants to spend the rest of his life with you

- mike just wants to cherish you okay ? so let him please :)

im sorry this is so short ! i hope you enjoyed tho ily !! requests open and stay safe everyone

[cloudy-leonhart]

I JUST READ YOUR VETERANS WITH FILIPINO S/O AND IM SO PROUD WCEIWVEHHW, can i also request a veteran reaction to like, their s/o gets flirted with a guy and their s/o is totally oblivious. (also, nanaba is very cute, ate nana 😭✊)

wait but this is such a good request 🥺 maybe that’s just me, I like jealous headcanons lmao-

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AOT VETERANS JEALOUS HCS WITH OBLIVIOUS S/O!!

[author note: I have a few fic requests in my inbox rn! Please dw if u requested a fic, it takes me a little longer to write fics than headcanons so please don’t think I’m ignoring your request! I also had to rewrite this, I had a bad weekend and tumblr keeps deleting my drafts but I still want to provide for my followers, so I apologize that it’s only half of the veterans! I’ll add Nanaba and Moblit once I do get the motivation too! ]

Summary: S/O get’s flirted with, vets are big jealous babies.

Gender Neutral Reader.

Recommended Song: How Long - Charlie Puth.

TW: some swearing, suggestive themes, yucky boys hitting on you.

Theme: Fluff, canonverse.

Characters: Erwin, Hange, Levi, Miche.

Erwin Smith

Honestly even he couldn’t tell at first that the noble man (lets call him, Gene.) you were talking to was flirting with you.

You were absolutely oblivious, you think Gene is just having a conversation with you and Gene thinks you like him.

When Erwin notices it, at first he’s like “hmm, maybe Reader’s talking business with him.” And then Gene kissed the back of your hand, in which he felt his eye twitching. He started pouting really bad, he looked like a kicked puppy from across the ballroom. He didn’t want to be rude, so he kept reassuring himself that it was a friendly gesture.

You were absolutely clueless, like “this is fine.” clueless. You had no idea Gene was trying his hardest to court you. Until You felt Erwin behind you, that is.

You know those big coughs that you do to get someone’s attention. Yeah, Erwin coughed REALLY loud. Mind you, Erwin probably towers most nobles. So imagine the face on Gene when he saw this tall, titan-slaying commander towering over him. I think he almost peed his pants honestly, he was like “uh..it was nice meeting you, miss Last name, but uh..I- I uhm.. Igottago-“

Yeah he speed-walked his scared ass outta there, you were kinda just like “what?” You saw Erwin’s shadow and just turned around with the cutest smile on your face.

“Erwin!” You chirped, he softened his glare on the noble and looked at you, cue his pout coming back. “You really didn’t know?”

“Know what?” You asked, walking with him, hand in hand. You guys were walking back to your carriage to go home for the night.

“Reader, he was flirting with you, quite literally trying to court you.” Erwin groaned, his jealousy starting to show. You were still a bit confused, so you just stared at him with a blank expression.

“He was just being nice Erwin, come on.” You nudged his arm, trying to get him to loosen up, he looked at you, in which you looked at him with puppy dog eyes, in response he groaned, being a sucker for your puppy dog eyes.

He huffed, “you’re staying back at the headquarters from now on.” Your eyes widened slightly, “What?! Why?!” You shook him arm. “Because I don’t want you being flirted with, you’re mine reader, and I’m yours.” Erwin squished your cheeks together.

“Owf Cwouse I’m youws-“ you took his hands off your cheek. “You’re the only man for me,” you laughed as you entered the carriage.

“Now get in, I’m feeling a little empty inside and you’re the only who can fix that.”

Levi Ackerman

Oh dear, if you’re willing to flirt with the Levi Ackerman’s S/O, you’re basically asking for a death wish.

He usually isn’t too jealous when it comes to someone flirting with his S/O genuinely because he’s either busy doing something or he isn’t there at all but...

He’s not called Humanity’s Strongest for nothing. Both of you were in charge for training the cadets. You were known for your kind behaviour, so obviously a lot of the cadets would ask for your training.

In which Levi was okay with because, duh less work for him. He was doing fine until he glanced at you and saw a male cadet getting a little too close. (calling him, Sam.)

You guys were in a secret relationship at the time, he didn’t want anyone teasing you or him about anything so both of you kept it a secret.

See, he regrets that decision right now because it’s really a pain in the ass to see Sam acting like he doesn’t know the moves when he knows damn well he taught the brat those moves a week ago.

So with a clenched jaw, he glared at Sam as you were behind the cadet, teaching him the same move Levi taught him.

Levi looked across the field to see you behind Sam, helping him strike his punch correctly, he felt angered and a little jealous, watching you be so touchy with him.

He sighed and shook his head, trying to calm himself to keep him from doing something, that is until he watched as Sam tripped you just so he could “catch” you. He caught you in those romantic poses.

You weren’t really paying attention to what he was trying to achieve and instead thanked him, unaware of his plan to kiss you. You tried to get out of Sam’s hold, until you realized that Sam was getting close to you.

You were about to start freaking out until someone pulled you into their arms, you looked at your “saviour”’s face, seeing it’s Levi. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing to a section commander, cadet?” Sam gulped, walking back. “Just making sure captain Reader’s okay, captain Levi.” Sam saluted, sweating profusely.

“That requires you tripping them and almost kissing them?” Levi’s eyebrow raised as his arm tightened against your waist, that’s when a lightbulb lights up in your mind, ‘Is..is Levi jealous??’ “uh well-” Sam tried to explain himself, “I taught you this move last week, you have no excuse to ask for captain Reader’s help.”

A scowl was long planted on Levi’s face. Sam scoffed, “Okay, so I wanted to court captain Reader, but Sir, they’re single, you can’t blame for wanting to court them.” Levi took a step forward, you prevented him from beating Sam up.

“They’ve got a boyfriend.” He spat out, basically death staring Sam down. “And who’s that?” Sam laughed out.

Levi clicked his tongue, before you knew it, Levi’s lips were on yours. “Me.” He stated.

Hange Zöe

Hange, they usually are chill most of the times, to be honest they don’t get too jealous, it’s only when it’s painfully obvious, that’s when it starts to tick them off.

I mean, making Levi Ackerman mad is one thing, but Hange?? I’m already planning your funeral. One of the corps’ rules, never ever make Hange Zöe mad.

It does not help when their S/O absolutely is oblivious. 

Hange starts off with being a little skeptical and glancing at you from afar. then it becomes a stare once in a while, and then their mood gets soiled.

they start to become irritated, at this one garrison squad member (let’s name him Avery) talking with you. You should actually be helping them with their experiments.

And they snap when they see you being offered a flower.

Little clueless Reader, just confirmed Avery’s death, it’s been signed this point on.

You could hear AND feel Hange’s stomps nearing both you and Avery.

God help the poor garrison member, because they’re about to be sent to heaven with how jealous and irritated Hange is.

“Hey, Avery.” Hange’s voice cut through your guys’ conversation, “Hange!” you chirped, holding onto the flower Avery had gifted you. “Hange! You’ve met Reader here right?” Avery asked, also unaware of Hange’s attitude.

“yes, they’re actually my partner.” Hange’s teeth was gritted as they took their rightful place beside you, pulling you close. Cue the awkward silence, “Oh my god, Hange I’m so sorry, I thought they were you know-” Hange didn’t even let him finish. 

“Just get the fuck out, Avery.” Hange gave him a glare that almost made Avery shit his pants. “Yes captain!” He saluted and left before Hange could murder him. “What was that about, Hange?” You asked as they took the flower out of your hand.

“He was courting you, and you were letting him, darling.” Hange stated, as you covered your mouth with your hand, “Oh! I’m sorry Hange! Darn it, I’m so oblivious.” You scolded yourself.

“It’s good you can still remember that you belong to me.” Hange continued, inspecting the flower gifted to you. “Of course, you only, Hange.” You agreed, looking at them. 

“Wanna prove it to me then, Reader?”

Miche Zacharias

Miche is kind of like a grizzly bear, you should never be around him when he’s mad or jealous. 

He tends to be more aggressive when it comes to him being irritated, I don’t mean to headcanon him as a wolf, but I know he just growls when a little thing goes wrong.

He’s possessive over you now, but now he’s basically just suffocating you with his over-protectiveness.

I feel as if he can tell when someone has some kind of weird scent, and it basically spoils everything he can smell.

He tends to hover around you once he gets jealous, he’ll get clingy and probably need to have you touching him somehow, holding hands, side by side. He just needs to be touching you.

He’s the type of person to also just, push away who ever you’re talking with, and just drag you away. 

One time, you and him went on a date and the person who worked there hit on you right in front of him, Miche made him almost piss his pants.

Miche and you were out at an event for survery corps members, celebrating your recent successes with your latest expedition. Miche was with Erwin and Levi while you chatted up a storm with a noble named Walter. 

Miche could feel himself about to break his glass, watching you and Walter laugh together. “So, are you seeing anyone?” Walter asked, you stopped laughing, shocked that he’d ask you that question out of nowhere.

“What?-” At this point Walter had a hold of both of your hands, you were absolutely still in place, “Actually don’t mind that, can I court you?” A big smile was on Walter’s face, wondering about your answer. “I-” 

“You actually can’t, they have a boyfriend.” Miche had long appeared behind you, towering over both you and Walter. You closed your eyes, in a bit of relief, “Yes, this is Miche, he’s a section commander and my boyfriend.” You smiled, hooking your hand with Miche’s, silently hoping that Walter would leave you both alone.

“Ah, I’m terribly sorry, I thought you didn’t have a partner, that’s my fault.” Walter quickly apologized, seeing how intimidating Miche was. “well, I-..I should go, it was lovey meeting you and your boyfriend, Reader.” Walter speed-walked his way out of his situation, leaving you with a pouty and jealous Miche. 

“Why talk to those who look like they have it tiny, Reader?”

[rreyie]

all the miche simps probably gonna thank me after this,,,,,,,,, seggs with miche headcanons; you’re very welcome, miche simps slsmsj

segg 😚😋

miche zacharias nsfw headcanons 

warnings; nsfw. did you not read the title dumbfuck

a/n; mm mm mmm mmmmm mmmmm mm

for starters, let us convene about his dick. holy fuck is it large- think anywhere from 8-9 inches when erect. he’s a grower not a shower. his tip is a dark pink and he’s uncircumcised.

and his balls? dear. god. he’s got big fuckin balls. significantly tanner than the rest of him, a bit hairy but do not mind that.

his pubic hair is untrimmed. primal, if i must say so myself. he grows a lot of hair down there too, it’s very coarse.

he’s a dom almost always. he will let you dom if he’s tired or needy though.

his favorite position is full nelson. he wants to get as deep inside you as possible.

in terms of tits, ass or thighs, he loves thighs the most. they’re just so squishy and he loves to lay in between them. or they way they clamp around his head while he eats you out.

speaking of,,, he’s a god at oral. nobody knows how he got that experience so let’s just say it’s a natural talent

he’s a hair grabber! especially while you suck him off. sometimes he can get rough while doing this so let him know is he’s doing too much.

i feel like he would want to try anal once. just once, if you don’t like it you don’t have to do it again

he has a habit of stealing your panties and using them to jerk off, wrapping them around his cock and just going to town. then once you get them back they’re crusty and kinda gross so he offers to buy you new panties 💀

also he’s a panty sniffer. for obvious reasons.

a SUCKER for red lingerie. black is cool too but red is his favorite.

HEADBOARD. GRABBER. IM MAKING THAT BOLD FOR A REASON.

since he is humanity’s second strongest, he can lift you up and fuck you against a wall with ease. and it’s a common occurrence.

[lunaekalenda]

congrats on 700 followers!!! 🥰 thats amazing!! may i request red roses with miche???

thank you so much! waa sure! i hope you like it and thanks for participating!! sorry if it is short, i'm not used to weitr him but i tried my best!!

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red roses - romantic, passionate love x miche

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The smell of Miche’s clothes filled your lungs when you turned around, making your face meet his chest, covered with his pijama t-shirt. It is early, you can feel the first sun rays entering your shared room, filling it with golden light. You feel his hand on your head, burying his fingers on your hair. He sighs with satisfaction when you get closer to him. 

You love to spend the lazy minutes before waking up that you and Miche enjoy everyday. It's that little part of the day when you're both half awake, hugged to the other after a relaxed sleep, your hair still smelling like the shampoo you used on your before bed shower. None of you check your phone yet, this minutes are just for you. No work calls, no checking twitter. Just be with the other.

"How did you sleep?" Miche's voice sounds raspy. He has just woke up, and this is, probably, your favorite state of him: half awake, with his hot body next to yours and his raspy voice caressing your ears. You smile at him.

"Fine, fine. And you?" you ask. Miche smirks a little on your direction.

"You took all the blanket while we slept. I had to cover myself with a little corner." Miche points his leg, only one cocered by your grey blanket. You blush and cover his body. "Okay, thanks, sweetheart, it arrives kinda late." you laugh a little when he does the same, taking your body between his arms again. He sighs. "You have to make it up to me now."

"How?" you say. You hear Miche's little growl, that makes all your body tremble. He smiles for himself and takes his lips to your neck.

"You can..." he starts. You nod, feeling his hand on your hips

"Yes?" you ask him to continue.

"... go down and make coffee. Please?" he says. You turn around, facing him. He's serious. You sigh.

"You're a disaster..." you say for yourself, listening his giggles while you get up and go downstairs. Quickly, you hear another steps. Miche is now on the kitchen too.

"Come here, it isn't coffee time yet." he says. He takes your legs as if it were made of glass, and sits you on the dinning table, his lips finding yours so smoothly. His hands are on the table, on the sides of your body, and you're attracting him closer with your legs. Even when he wasn't that physical affection man, this first kisses are needed to start the day. The red roses on the table find your back when he kisses your clavicle softly, making you tickles on the low back. You are cautious to not hurt them.

Miche kisses your lips again, and again and again. He parts when he needs air, his chest raising and falling quickly.

"Why don't we take advantage of this last five minutes upstairs?" he asks. His out of breath voice is calling you, embracing you as if you weren't embraced enough by him, his charming personality and his good looks. You nod once, twce, before following your lover between giggles and finding his lips again between the sheets and blankets of your bed.

[beneathashadytree]

Hi 🥰 would you write for Mike Zacharias in AOT? If so I’d love to read a fluff/nsfw or maybe relationship headcanons

OF CRACKERS AND ANGEL CAKE - MIKE ZACHARIAS X READER

Warnings : slight mention of death, I went ahead and assumed the reader gender neutral!

Genre : fluff that is a bit too sweet (literally), barely-noticeable angst (Mike is not immune to jealousy)

Word count : 2.1K words

Synopsis : Though Mike is usually nonchalant about the orders he receives on a daily basis, this one particular demand that has him stumbling upon a certain bakery has him hungry for more.

Additional notes : This is my very first request, and I hope you liked it! I couldn't help it and got carried away; I love Mike after all🥺

Requests : Are open! Check the rules over here.

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Masterlist

The orders were crystal clear and short: find the closest large-scale bakery to become the supplier for the scouting regiment with the most affordable price and most frequent deliveries. There were no questions left unanswered; no vagueness about it---as a matter of fact, if Mike had thought about it well enough, he'd probably be able to hear Erwin's voice saying the same words.

The Scouts found themselves having the shorter end of the stick more often than not, forced to take the remains of what was left from the MPs and the Garrison regiment. It came as no surprise that they would run into a shortage of food eventually.

It should've been a fast and easy trip, one that wouldn't have taken more than a couple of hours of scouring the inner districts of Wall Rose on foot, but for some unknown (to others at least) reason, Mike found himself straying away from their preferred path.

It wasn't like the quiet man to disobey orders given by his superiors, but his senses reigned above them all as a far more accurate compass than any that current technology offered. And his immaculate sense of smell detected the scent of what could not be described as anything less than delectable.

The aroma was faint albeit alluring, causing him to pause in his tracks, two of his squad members following suite, slightly confused looks being shared between them, before one of them spoke up.

"Sir, uh, pardon me, but where are we going? Orders said---"

With a small nod of his head, the man automatically shut up---Mike wasn't intimidating per se, but as a man of rather few words, when he did speak, people tended to grant him the respect he deserved and proceeded to listen eagerly.

"I know what the orders said," he interrupted, "And we're sticking to them. We're just taking a detour," at that he pointed at a shady vacant spot against the grand wall, "Set up the horses here. Wait for my return."

With a collective affirmation from his few fellow soldiers who'd redirected the horses, Mike began to follow his nose that had yet to fail him. The dirt road absorbing the sound of his heavy footsteps, he followed twist after turn after alley after clearing, the oddly-comforting aroma only growing stronger and more enticing as he apparently neared the source.

Ever the observant man, he tried to memorize the route he'd taken, lest he'd find himself in need of reaching the same destination yet again. He counted the number of houses he'd passed and tried to engrave every landmark in his memory as he could virtually see a trail of the smell that seemed to warm his bones. When it peaked strongest and his nose twitched happily, he stopped in his footsteps, finding himself in front of a quaint shop sign.

His eyes widened at his good fortune, realizing that he'd in fact stood in front of what seemed to be a rather massive bakery, the wonderful aroma he'd been smelling all this time being freshly baked buns set out to cool a bit, straight from the oven that billowed smoke up the chimney---yet another time his superhuman sense of smell had been beneficial to him.

Mike carefully looked around, hoping he wasn't trespassing on private property or during closing hours, and upon closer expection he came to realize that the clanging coming from the inside was coming from a person switching oven trays that produced the steaming buns that had his mouth watering like a famished man.

Stepping inside, he rapped his knuckles against the glass door that was wedged open, indicating his presence, and causing the person to jump a bit in their place, before turning around to face him.

His heartbeat grew slightly erratic, swallowing thickly as he took note of just how ridiculously good-looking they were, even from across the room.

"Hi!" they piped up, slightly breathlessly as they tried to multi-task talking and adjusting the trays, "Give me a second, I'll be with you!"

Clearing his throat, he nodded and added a soft, "That's alright. Take your time."

With another quick dazzling smile sent his way, they continued their minsitrations, before lighting up the flame inside, and finally backing off to wipe their hands down on a towel hanging by the metal lever.

They retreated to the large counter near the back, and Mike took that time to intake his surroundings as he approached them, almost salivating at the sight of richly creamed cakes, buttered pasteries that glistened, bread loaves of all shapes and sizes, and crackers that put the regiments' rations to shame (though in all honesty, anythinh did).

A delighted chuckle interrupted his thoughts and stopped him from nearly banging his thigh against the countertop.

"I'm glad you seem to like my assortment!" they laughed, leaning forward to watch the way the tall man's eyes seemed to grow with wonder.

After a moment's contemplation, he looked back at them, his usually stiff posture slackening a bit as he saw the easy-going smile still on their face.

"You bake all of this?" he asked incredulously, an impressed look blooming on his handsome face as they nodded in reply.

Fiddling with a string at the hem of their worn-down sleeve they spoke again, "It's my dad's business, but he died out on the field," they hesitated for a moment, their eyes seemingly falling to the wings of freedom that he bore so proudly on his chest, "Back in Shiganshina, 5 years ago. He was in the Garrison regiment."

A solemn expression crossed Mike's face, "My condolences. Your father was a brave man, and died valiantly."

"It's alright, I'm not struggling that bad, there are those worse off," with a shrug, they pointed back to the display cases with the vast variety, "At least I'm doing something I love."

A rare half-smile slipped from him, "To each his own, I suppose," before his eyes wandered off to a rather tantalizingly sweet-smelling cake, they posed a question.

"What made you come out here? I thought the scouts dealed with the bakeries in the southern districts, seeing as they're closer to headquarters," they cocked their head to the side, and Mike suddenly felt embarrassed.

"My nose. It sniffed the buns from almost a mile away," sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck, he produced a small stack of papers from the insides of his jacket, handing them over to the baker who know wore a confused expression.

Before they could inquire, he explained, "This a contract, binding you to bake for the scouts as the sole supplier, since we're running low on rations now," their eyes snapped up to look at him in surprise, but he made a non-committal shrug and went on, "Read the terms, and should you accept, you should find a dotted line to sign at the bottom of the last paper."

Tugging their lip between their teeth anxiously, they hesitantly nodded, flashing yet another polite smile as they seemed to have switched to business mode, "I'll flip through it now, but shouldn't you test the taste first?"

Mike only shook his head, "That's alright. My hunches are never off eitherways," he readjusted his straps, beginning to make his way out, but not before pausing to glance back at their rosy cheeks from the compliment, causing his own lips to form into a smile, "I'll contact you shortly."

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It had been a couple of months since that fateful encounter led by his immaculate senses, and since then, the scouts' lives have been made slightly less miserable and leant more towards the sweet side---and one scout in particular, seemed to be revelling in that change.

With the afternoon breeze playing with his hair, Mike found himself seated on an old crate in front of the bakery, a makeshift chair similar to the one the baker themself sat on in front of him. Both munched away at a new cracker they'd been testing that combined the saltiness and sweetness of caramel, and Mike was more than delighted to be the taste tester.

"Does it smell nice too?" they worriedly ask for the hundredth time, causing a light chuckle to escape his lips.

He affectionately leant over to ruffle their hair, ignoring their protests, "Yes, it does as always. The smell always leads me here."

"I'm glad it did the first time. Who knew a handsome soldier would knock on my door?" they teased, the wind dancing delicately through their hair, and Mike struggled between rolling his eyes, scoffing, or controlling the blush he felt climbing up his cheeks.

"You're just glad you renovated with the financial aid we give."

They nodded thoughtfully, "I think I have enough space to add one more oven," they dusted the crumba on their apron and pointed inside, urging him to glance in the direction of their finger, "See there? A fifth one would do good. It's not easy having a hundred mouths to feed, all grown men."

He snorted shortly at that, shaking his head, "If all soldiers eat like that girl from the Dauper village, I'm sure you get nightmares thinking of the amount of flour you'll be sifting in the morning."

They groaned, resting their head in their hands, "Some are worse! You wouldn't believe it, but I've once had the Commander himself come down here and ask me to make him a batch of angel-cake that month!"

For some reason, Mike's mouth dried at that fact, and he felt slightly disturbed by it, though there wasn't anything inherently bad about it---so why did it feel like he was sniffing off another impending titan attack?

"Commander Erwin?" he awkwardly threaded his fingers together, and the baker rolled their eyes.

"No, Pixus," they impatiently hurried to retort, "Well, of course Erwin! I'm only loyal to the scouts," they playfully winked, but again Mike was distracted by the fact that his superior had been here.

Did he consider talking to them the highlight of his day too? Was he also sometimes caught off-gaurd by the beautiful smile that had their eyes nearly disappearing with how wide it was? Had he gotten used to their friendliness and found it contagious in the same manner he did? Did he also have an overwhelming urge to sit close to them and have their shoulders touch?

A scowl forming on his face, he couldn't help himself and felt that he had to satiate his curiousity, leaning back a bit and seeming a bit imposing with his jacket taken off (though it was more likely to be unintentional than anything).

"Has he, uh, been here often?" his voice adopted a lower tone, a quieter one that his companion failed to pick up on.

Shaking their head, they only bent down to pick up the discarded plates, him mumbling half-hearted apologies as he helped them take everything to the sink behind the counter inside.

"No, he said he'd rather keep sending you instead," turning the water knobs on, they rolled up their sleeves, Mike delicately aiding them in doing so while listening so intently his normally-gentle gaze almost bore holes into their own, "Beats me why."

His large hands then gripped at the countertop, seemingly having an internal conflict with himself. Their now-dry hands patted his soft mop of dirty-blonde hair, a reassuring smile on their face, and that was the deciding factor for him to be upfront.

"He knows I enjoy our meet-ups," he said simply, and he was not sure if his point had come across clear, "That's why I'm solely in charge of the ration supply."

They stood still for a brief few seconds, as though they were making some sort of impossibly hard decision with their eyes observantly trained on him, before they nodded in seeming understanding. Their light footsteps sounded across the floor, before they disappeared as they rummaged for something in a low cupboard.

Seconds later they emerged, holding in their hand a cardboard box that they took the liberty of opening themself and showing to him.

It was almost funny how Mike's facial expressions switched from puzzled, to realization, to shock, and ultimately to something much more tender that it caused their pulse to skyrocket and their throat to feel parched, all within the span of less than two seconds.

"But... how?" was the only whisper heard within the confinements of the baking area.

"I know someone who knows someone," they laughed nervously, "I wanted to make you something special," they swallowed, watching as his gentle gaze fell on them once again, eliciting warmth in their belly, "You're special to me, Mike."

His voice drifted off once again, "But chocolate cake..."

Their lips perked up in a smile, words lingering on their tongue, words that Mike hadn't heard in so long he'd quite literally forgotten their meaning.

"Happy birthday, Mike. Stay for a birthday lunch date with me."

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