Shingeki No Oneshots

YmirxReader ~Need Some Help~

YmirxStubborn!Short!Reader

||Need Some Help?||

Modern, Highschool AU

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I hate being short.

Being short is the worst. I want to be taller. Like Bertlholt. Or Reiner, or Mr. Erwin.

Yeah...that would be nice.

Being able to reach high things, kids having to look way up to see you, standing out.

And because I'm not tall, I stand here right now trying to get this damn book off the third highest shelf. My fingers brush the second shelf, that's it. These shelves are pretty tall, but I think even Annie and Connie can reach it, and they're pretty short. I bet if Mr. Levi tried he'd be able to too. I don't know about Krista, I think she's the only person in the world shorter than me.

I smile, thinking of all the possibilities.

"Eh, (f/n), need some help?"

I turn around to see Ymir standing with a smug look on her face.

She's enjoying this. She's enjoying watching me struggle because of my compendious height. What a jerk.

"Tch," I turn around and cross my arms. "No. I don't need your help, Ymir. I'm perfectly fine."

She chuckles and steps closer. "Um...ya' sure? Cause' I was watchin' you and it seems you're havin' some troubles."

I try to hide my heated face. Watching me? "You know Ymir, there's things that you could be doing that would benefit you like studying and stuff, other than watching me," I try snapping back but I don't think it took effect, due to my flushed red face.

She steps closer, now having her breasts almost in my face. Yeah, I'm below her breasts. I blush some more from her closeness, and stutter, "Wh-why don't you leave Ymir, jeez. Leave me alone. I'm fine."

"I'm not worried about you," she simply says. "Just lookin' out for short people."

I clench my fist, face growing red now because of anger. "Leave, Ymir," I demand.

She shrugs and starts to walk off, but then she comes back, and quickly swipes up the book. She hands it to me, studying it. "So you like fantasy huh?"

I take the book as she walks off without a word.

What a lovable jerk.

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"Hello, do you know what you would like?"

"Yeah, I wanna-"

I try to focus on my costumer as I watch Ymir.

She's outside of the bistro I work at, smoking a cigarette.

She walked with me half the way to my house, but then we cut off when I told her I had to work. And apparently, she followed me here shortly after. She's been here for an hour now; 10 minutes after I started work she came.

I have no idea why-I mean she's just sitting outside smoking a cigarette, and occasionally looking in, her gaze meeting mine a couple of times.

She's wearing a jean jacket with combat boots and everything in between-looking like a total rebel. Not to mention the cigarette.

When I'm done dealing with my last customer, I can see Ymir squirm and hesitate outside in her seat. What is she doing?

Then, she gets up, shakes her cigarette and stomps on it, and opens the door. I pretend to look up, surprised to see a customer at the jingle of the bell.