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“Y-Ymir.. Fuck!”
*ring ring ring*
“Ymir, m-my. Ohh! M-my phone is ri-ringing.”
Ymir tilted her head and looked Historia in the eyes, smirking, “Pick it up then.” Historia’s blush deepened as she put her hand on Ymir’s shoulder, biting down on her lip and whining, “B-But we’re-”
“And? You’re the one that brought it up.”
*ring ring ring*
“Y-Ymir please, just let me pick it up.” Ymir used her other hand to put it under Historia’s chin and lift her face up to look at Historia, “Princess, I’m not stopping you, am I?” The blonde tightened her grip on Ymir’s shoulder, digging her nails into the skin.
*ring ring ring*
Shakily, she reached over to her phone and picked it up, not bothering to look at who was calling.
“H-Hello? How can I- Mmm.. H-Help you?” She said, a little breathier and lower than she intended it to. Ymir smirked as she watched Historia close her eyes, leaning down and whispering in her ear, “Love, put it on speaker, why don’t you?” Historia screwed her eyes shut and bit her lip as she shakily moved her thumb and slowly pressed down on the speaker button.
“Hey Historia? You sound a little out of breath, you alright?” Ymir stopped for a moment and looked up at Historia, eyebrow raised as she recognised the voice. The blonde stopped breathing as her eyes widened at the realisation of who it was.
“Reiner? Y-Yeah,” she cleared her throat, “I’m fine. Why are you calling m- Ymir, Fuck!” she moaned out, quickly covering her mouth in shock with her other hand as a very clearly angry Ymir went even harder. The shorter girl could hear the gasp on the other end of the line as her face turned bright red.
“I’m so sorry, should I call ba-”
“No bitchboy, what the fuck do you want?” Ymir interrupted, lifting herself off of Historia and standing on her knees on the bed. Historia couldn’t tell whether she was relieved or frustrated that Ymir stopped, sighing anyway as she propped herself up with her elbows.
“U-Uh I just wanted to ask if you wanted to meet up. I have something I need to tell you, Historia.”
Ymir raised an eyebrow at Historia whilst the girl looked at her phone in confusion.
“This isn’t another one of your attempts to flirt with my girl, is it?”
“No, I p-promise it’s not. I just need to tell her something. I completely understand if you don’t want to.”
Ymir scoffed, leaning over and taking the phone from Historia’s hand, “What’s happened to you, buffy? Why do you sound so nervous? And why are you so nice all of a sudden? Did some sense finally hit you?” She could hear him sigh at the other end of the phone.
“I just need to tell her something. In all honesty, I think I need to tell you something as well but I really don’t wanna do it over the phone. Especially after what I think I interrupted,” he cleared his throat. Ymir shook her head as she looked down at Historia, “When are you free then, blockhead?”
“Uh I mean, anytime?”
“Cool, now then? We’ll be by the park in 10,” Ymir answered, hopping off the bed and reaching down to grab a hoodie before slipping it on, as well as putting on a pair of jeans and buckling up the belt. Historia frowned and tried reaching out for Ymir, pouting as she whispered desperately, “But Ymir, I didn’t get to finish-”
Ymir covered the microphone with her hand and held it where the sound wouldn’t pick up, walking over and leaning down to Historia who was sitting on her knees on the bed, “We’ll finish it later, be a good girl and get dressed. I’ll be upstairs.”
Historia felt her face get hotter as she watched Ymir leave the room and go up the stairs, leaving her alone on the bed. She could hear the brunette talking over the phone, sounding almost angry but laughing once or twice. She sighed as she slipped off the bed, looking around her room for something to wear. ‘I really can’t be bothered. Why did Ymir agree? I know they used to be friends but she can’t forgive him that easily. Oh god what should I wear? It’s Reiner after all, nothing too provoking.’ She ended up settling on Ymir’s hoodie and a pair of joggers. The blonde made her way upstairs and into the kitchen, seeing Ymir grab a bottle of water from the fridge and chugging it.
“Hey, I’m ready,” Historia said as she poked her head around the door. Ymir turned around and smiled, putting the bottle down and walking towards her girlfriend. She leaned down and kissed her on the head as she took her hand and the two walked outside and to the park. It was only a 5-minute walk from Historia’s house but it would probably take Reiner a bit longer. As they arrived in the park, they both sat down at one of the tables and waited patiently for the blonde boy.
10 minutes went past
15 minutes went past
20 minu-
“Hey! You two!” Reiner said as waved and jogged over to their table, slightly out of breath. When he got to them, he bent down and tried regaining his breath before looking up at the pair, rubbing his hand on the back of his neck and smiling weakly. Ymir leaned back in her seat and crossed her arms, looking up at the boy with a raised eyebrow. Historia sat beside her, fiddling nervously with the hem of her hoodie. Reiner grabbed the edge of the seat before sitting down opposite to the couple. Before he could speak, he was interrupted by Ymir who leaned forward, grabbing his collar and frowning at him.
“Don’t try any funny business, buffy. You know what happened last time.”
“Yes Ymir, I know.”
“As we agreed over the phone, you’re gonna say why you’re here and if Historia wants to talk about it, we’ll stay. If not, we leave. Got it? There’s not much you can do anyway, you don’t seem to have the guts anymore. Some sense finally hit you?”
Reiner cleared his throat and looked down at Ymir’s hand, which was still tightly on his shirt.
“Yes, I know.”
And with that, Ymir let go of his collar and sat down with a huff, leaning back and crossing both her arms and legs.
“Go on then dickhead.”
“Well. I would like to say so- I would like to apologise. I know you won’t forgive me at all but it’s worth a shot. I’m sorry for everything I’ve done to you, Historia. All the flirting and the touching and I know I shouldn’t have done it in the first place and I’m sorry. I’m sorry for how uncomfortable I’ve made you and I can imagine how you must’ve felt. I promise on my life I won’t do it again.”
Ymir was listening in intently, raising her eyebrow as he finished. She scoffed and looked over to Historia who was sitting and looking down at the ground, fiddling with the sleeves of her hoodie. After a moment of silence, Historia spoke up, “Thank you, Reiner. It means a lot.”
“Are you going to forgive him?” Historia looked up at Ymir, “No, but I appreciate the effort.” Ymir looked up once she heard Reiner sigh, looking down at the table, “I understand. I hope you won’t hate me. Ymir I’m sorry for hitting on your girlfriend.”
“Fine.”
“Should I leave?”
“Yes please, Ymir we need to go ho-” Historia tried to speak as she desperately tugged on Ymir’s arm, still not over what had happened just an hour prior. That was before Ymir cut her off.
“How’s Bertie?”
“Shouldn’t you know? You’re friends with him.”
“I meant how are you doing with him? Told him yet?”
Reiner’s eyes widened and he froze for a second, trying to remember when he had told Ymir. The brunette smirked as she tilted her head and looked at the boy, “Thought I forgot? It’s a bit hard when I see you two looming around everywhere. Remember, we used to be friends, blockhead.” Reiner took a deep breath in and shook his head, “No, I haven’t.”
Historia looked up, looking confused at the two, “Wait, told Bertholdt what?”
Ymir snickered as Reiner frantically waved his arms in the air, “N-Nothing!”
“Reiner, I think you owe her an explanation,” Ymir cocked her head to the other side and smirked as the boy’s cheek turned pink.
“Well?” Historia looked back and forth between the two, Ymir snickering and Reiner using his hand to rub the back of his neck as he looked down. Deciding that Reiner had taken long enough, Ymir spoke up, “Reiner likes dicks. Especially Bertholdt’s.” Historia did a double-take before looking very confused at Ymir. Reiner groaned and hid his face in his hands and mumbled, “That was one way to put it.”
Historia waved her hands in the air and shook her head, “Wait wait wait, so why were you hitting on me?”
Reiner sighed as he sat up straight again, “I was trying to convince myself I was straight,” he groaned quietly, hiding further into his hands. Historia froze for a moment, taking it all in.
“Right.”
“Yeah, I’m sorry,” he muttered. Ymir stood up, dusting herself off and looking down at him, “Don’t expect us to talk to you.” Reiner nodded, taking a breath in, “I know, you don’t have to.” Ymir scoffed, “Good.” She put her hand on Historia’s waist, “I’ll see you around, buffy.”
“Yeah, see you.”
Ymir began walking away, Historia practically melting in her arms at the touch before Reiner spoke again, “Thank you.”
Ymir groaned, turning around, “For what?”
“For listening.”
“Reiner, it’s alright honestly,” Historia said, sighing. She definitely wouldn’t have forgiven him but it was nice to know he had some decency left in him.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, we just really need to go home now.”
Reiner pressed his lips into a thin line, remembering what he called in the middle of, “Right, have fun- No! I don’t mean ‘have fun’ like that- I uh- You-”
“We get it! Shut up!” Ymir interrupted, rubbing her fingers against her forehead.
“Will do,” he breathed back, looking down at the ground.
The walk back was one painful one for Historia, all she could think of was Ymir’s hand on her waist. The moment she closed the door behind them, Historia grabbed Ymir forcefully by her collar, smashing their lips together as she moaned fully into the kiss. Ymir kissed back for a while before pulling away, slightly out of breath, “I know, Hisu, but after talking to Reiner I’m honestly not in the mood.”
Historia’s breath hitched in disappointment, her legs still twitching in anticipation, “Ymir, please, I’m begging you.”
Ymir chuckled softly, “Love, I know you are. I just don’t want to right now, okay?” Historia swallowed, nodding slightly. Ymir smiled, “Why don’t we watch a movie, I doubt you want to think about that whole conversation with blockhead, do you?”
Historia shook her head.
“I love you, you know.”
“I love you too.”