Attack On Titan Final Collection

(F) Cuddles

Characters: Hange, Mikasa, and Sasha

Prompt: Reader being the big spoon while cuddling 

Hange

Normally, Hange was always the big spoon. They would crawl into bed late at night, when you were already drifting to sleep, and pull you in to cuddle. You loved their warmth and the feeling of their strong arms around you. On days you felt sad, anxious, or just fed up with everything, it was Hange's presence that calmed you the most. Sometimes, you'd curl up on the bed, your mind racing with negative thoughts. Hange would look up from their desk and notice your expression. They knew you more than anyone else in the world. And so, they would stop their work to climb in behind you, pulling you in for a long hug. They'd stroke your head and whisper sweet nothings. And almost always, it worked. Soon, you'd be drifting off into a peaceful slumber, feeling safe and sound in the arms of your lover. But sometimes, it was Hange that was going through a bad day or in need of reassurance. They might not have gotten frustrated easily, but some days they would just mope around for hours since their experiment had gone horribly. And in times like these, you were always there for them.

The room was dark, illuminated by only the faint light of the alarm clock. You had just exited the bathroom, done with your shower. You had expected to see Hange at the desk in the corner of the room, typing away furiously at their laptop. Or perhaps watching some documentary about bacteria or something science-y related. Instead, Hange was curled up on the bed.

You paused. That was a rare sight. "Hange? Are you alright, love?"

Hange responded with a mumble that you didn't quite understand. You walked over to the bed and sat at the edge of the bed gingerly. Hange's face was buried in a pillow and their hair was strewn everywhere.

"Do you want to talk?" You asked quietly. Many times, you had found yourself in the same exact situation Hange was in. Sometimes you wanted to talk, sometimes you wanted to be left alone, and other times you just wanted to be held.

Hange sighed and shook their head. "I messed up a very important experiment. My research grant will be taken away. Talking about it will make me miserable."

You nodded and crawled over on the bed to where they were wallowing in their misery. Hange was turned away from you, curled up in a fetal position. It hurt you to see them like that—Hange was always exuberant and full of life. Without another word, you wrapped your arms around their waist and pulled them close so that their back was pressed up against your chest.

You brushed the hair off of their face and kissed their cheek softly. "I know it sounds disastrous, but everything will be okay, darling. Even if you lose the grant. There are more opportunities out there."

Hange turned slightly to face you. "You're right. Maybe I'll get another grant?"

"Exactly," you smiled. You reached out and pulled the blanket over the two of you before returning to cuddle with Hange. They instinctively curled into you, and you softly stroked their hair, hoping that they were receiving even a little bit of comfort from your presence.

And they were. Hange eventually nodded off the sleep, their worries fading away. There was nothing better than cuddling with you. Maybe they even considered being the little spoon more often—being in your arms made them feel comforted and safe.

Mikasa

While others might have thought differently, Mikasa was almost always the little spoon. She might have appeared intimidating and reserved to most, but she was able to be her true self around you. You were the only one who knew about all of her worries, the only one who knew how exhausted she could get after training. Everyone thought Mikasa was powerful and strong—and while that was true, Mikasa was also vulnerable. There were times her muscles ached; her skin darkened with bruises from practice. Mikasa was the strongest soldier you knew and while practice made her even stronger, she deserved to rest. And that was when she came to you. You were her stress-reliever, the one who truly understood her. There was nowhere else she sought comfort besides your arms.

"Another tough day at training, huh?" You murmured, softly toying with the dark strands of Mikasa's hair. She was curled up into you, her face buried in the crook of your neck. The two of you were in bed, legs tangled, waiting for sleep to overtake you.

"Mhm," Mikasa mumbled.

"Where does it hurt?" You asked softly, rubbing her back.

"Arms."

You gently reached down and grabbed one of Mikasa's hands, brushing a kiss along her roughened knuckles. "Why do you train so hard, darling? Go easy on yourself. I don't want you to always be in pain."

"To protect you," Mikasa looked up, her dark eyes tender and full of love. "To protect all my friends, but mostly to protect you."

Your heart melted and you squeezed her close. "Oh, Mika...I swear, I'll be fine. I'd rather you go easy on yourself."

Minutes turned into hours and the two of you stayed in the same position—Mikasa curled up into you, seeking comfort in your presence. You made a note to yourself to join Mikasa the next time she goes to train. Perhaps if you were there to keep an eye on her, she wouldn't overexert herself.

Sasha

Sasha has been both the big spoon and the little spoon. She loves holding you and keeping you close, but she also loves being held. Sasha's favorite thing to do is to sneak in cuddling sessions with you. When you would be sitting on the bed, trying to get some work done, Sasha would sneakily climb into the bed and attack you with a hug. You'd resist at first, saying that there was stuff you had to finish, but eventually, you'd melt into her arms and let her squeeze you tight. Other times, it was you who would begin a sneak attack cuddling session as payback for her tackling you the last time.

While cuddling with Sasha was generally playful, there were times where you'd cuddle with her just for comfort. Feeling the warmth emanate from Sasha's body while running your hands through her hair was your favorite thing to do. Being with her just made you happy.

"C'mere," you called over to Sasha. You were lying back on the bed, arms outstretched. Sasha had been cleaning the closet on the opposite side of the room, but she put down her stuff and walked over when you called.

"What is it?" She asked as she crawled atop of you, her brown eyes staring at you curiously.

"Just wanted to cuddle with my girlfriend," you smiled, wrapping your arms around her waist.

"That's it? You sure?" Sasha narrowed her eyes, searching your face. "Everything is alright?"

"Yes, darling. I just needed wanted to hold you," you pressed a kiss to her forehead. "How was your day at work? Did Connie prank you again?"

Sasha's eyes lit up and she talked about her day in detail, showing intense annoyance over how Connie had managed to swap out all of her favorite snacks for some that didn't taste good. She had lied atop you completely, her head against your chest. You listened intently, stroking her hair.

"We should definitely...prank Connie...back," Sasha yawned, her eyelashes fluttering as she struggled to stay awake.

You chuckled softly. "Sleepy already?"

"Nuh-uh...just...tired."

You squeezed her gently and whispered about your own day, watching as Sasha slowly drifted off to sleep.