Shingeki No Oneshots

ErwinxReader ~Merry~

ErwinxReader

||Merry||

Modern AU

Dedication: SmexySensei

(A/U): I was just tagged idk where else to put this ah I'm sorry
>nickname< ravioli
>eye color< brown
>hair color< black
>one fact< I'm the best
>color< teal
>place< Isumi, Chiba Prefecture, Japan
>celebrity< Joe DiMaggio
>animal< ur a filthy animal >:(
>song< It G Ma , Keith Ape
>book< my book , read this
im not tagging 20 ppl fuck that but I'll make SmexySensei do it

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The warm smell of molasses and cinnamon decide to fill the entirety of the house, instead of just the kitchen. The gingerbread should be done; you're hoping it is finished, or your two children will have a fit.
And, thank God, it is. You can see their ears perk up at hearing the timer ding loudly.

"Mom! Mom!" "I see it."

You slowly rise from your comfortable reading position on the couch and make your way into the kitchen, reminding Eren and Armin to not run down the stairs on the way.
They hungrily watch you as you grab your favorite oven mitt and bend down to grab the cookies out. The boys shove eachother repeatedly, arguing about who's going to see the pan of sweets first.
"Settle down or you both won't get any." They both immidiatly receade their talking after that statement.
"We have to wait for them to cool," you quietly state, setting the pan atop the oven.
"How long!" Eren, your oldest, gives more of an explanation than a question. "Don't worry about how long. Go pick up your mess, your father won't want to come home to a mess."

He probably doesn't want to come home at all, you negatively think. But you push it away, or more so in the back of your mind. You tell yourself you must suppress every thought of you and him not getting along for Christmas. It's the holidays, and your kids are happier than they've ever been.

Eren immediately hops off of the table to go clean, Armin, your youngest, following pursuit.
Just as they set the first toy in the bin, a clicking sounds and you look to watch the doorknob turn.
In steps Erwin, your husband, grimly looking at the floor, his knuckles becoming white from grasping his briefcase so tightly.

Without finishing what they started, both kids run to their father and jump, their heads meeting his waist.
"Dad!"
"Settle down," you snap. They take a quick glance at you before letting go of their grasp on his pant leg, and return to cleaning their previous play-time.

You examine your husbands hunched body, and can already tell by the grim look placed upon his face that he's had a bad day.
He always has bad days, but he must have had extra to deal with today.
You hope.

Without saying a word to you, not even muttering a meek 'hello', he sets his briefcase on the table and trudges into your shared bedroom.
You want to badly follow him, asking him questions about today. But you refrain, making your feet stick to the tiled floor.
It will just cause a fight, you're sure of it.
You hate arguing where your children can hear.

You look at the kids through the gap in the island, and decide they've cleaned enough.
"The cookies are cool," you say quietly. Not quiet enough, they come running.
They seat themselves properly, and set napkins on their laps.
Atleast they have manners.
You give them each a cookie, giving Eren one shaped as a man and Armin a star.

Your lips part for your breath to take a leave, a deep sigh emitting from your throat.
"Something wrong, mum?" Armin glances up at you, his big blue eyes innocently staring. His round face contorts as he chews his sweet, crumbs dancing across his lips. You smile at how cute he is, taking a hand and placing it atop his head to mess his long blonde streaks.
He gained his looks from his father, and it bothers you, in a sense. Erwin's face is a little more structured, and his eyes aren't as much of a deep blue. They're a piercing sky, icy to the touch. But you're sure Armin will grow to accommodate just as his father.