ymir x reader

-CHAPTER THREE-

I wake up with serious bed head and a lacking ability to see. I drag my feet across the floor, making my way to the kitchen.
Armin was already at work, meaning I had to make my own breakfast.

"Mornin'." I hear a familiar voice say.

"WHAT THE FUCK!" I shout, absolutely frightened by the figure in my house.

"Rough night?" They asked.

I bring up my fist and swing, completely missing considering I could barely see. The person giggles and steps back. I rub the sleep from my eyes to see Eren. His face is bright red and his hair has a whole antigravity look.
I forgot he was staying with us.

"Oh, it's just you." I sigh, relieved. Not at all embarrassed by my little "get off my property or I'll shoot you" act.

"You sound disappointed." He laughed.

I roll my eyes and sit down on a bar stool. I watched as Eren made himself at home at scanned the inside of our fridge. He looked like he slept well, which was surprising considering our couch was old as shit.

I prepare and eat some toast, then I get ready for the day. One of the best parts about my job is that I could dress how I pleased. Usually I went with some sweats, but I felt a slight need to actually try for once.

I jump up and down, grunting the entire time as I pulled on my black, ripped jeans. Then, I put on a white tank top and tucked it into my jeans. The tank top had a low cut, exposing my chest. I put on some vans and pulled my hair into a hair ponytail.
Lastly, I threw on a sweatshirt, considering the winter season screwing me over.

I peered in the mirror. I was awfully basic, but damn was I hot.

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"That's not very work appropriate." Levi scoffs as I enter the parlor and take off my sweatshirt.

"Neither is your attitude." I reply with a snotty tone. He was just jealous he wasn't as hot as I was.

Self love and confidence is key. It's also important to not care what people think of you. Because even though the saying "be yourself" is dumb as hell, it's actually very true.
In my family, being yourself wasn't even an option. Everybody was the same. Stuck up, intelligent, judge-mental.
Never in my life have I felt insecure. Despite all the things my family made me feel.      Neglect, anger, loneliness. I never grew to hate myself. I knew they were wrong. I always knew.

Enough with that, though. I had work to do.

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Two customers had come, still no sign of Ymir. I had ten minutes until six, when I usually leave. I could always stay late, of course. But I wasn't really planning to.

"I won't be here for a week or two, I have a flight back to my hometown." Levi informs me as he puts his coat on.

"What the hell, I have to work to alone?"

"Call in Petra to help. It's not my problem." He snaps, then he leaves.

Petra was a sweet girl who had separate shifts from mine. She wouldn't mind helping, but my God she never stopped talking.

With five minutes left until six, I sat patiently, just in case. Four minutes later, Ymir shows up.

"I'm so sorry for my timing, are you still available?" She pants. Her face was bright red and her eyes were puffy. It could've been the cold, but it looked like she was crying.

"Yeah, I got you. Don't worry about it."

She sits down and hands me a piece of paper with another drawing on it. This time, the drawing is much larger. With not only more detail, but with color, too.
The drawing is of butterflies. At the bottom of the page, they are small. However, they grow larger and more beautiful.
There are all sorts of colors and patterns. There is no way I can finish this tonight.