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Attack on Titan: Erwin Smith {"Confident" • Modern AU}

☆WRITTEN SOMETIME AROUND 2017-EARLY 2018☆

A/N: I have no freakin' clue where in the wild blue yonder I go the idea that Erwin would like Demi Lovato but, well, I guess it fits. Anyway, here's a ridiculous short story about the totally serious Commander's off.

You stared at your reflection in a tall, ornate mirror, white paint speckled your dark green shirt.

"Shit..." you muttered, tugging your hair out of the least atrocious up-do you could manage. You were painting your living room. Your husband was at work. He could be really really really domineering, so you were glad for the space to breathe without being told it wasn't the proper way to do it. Still, you admittedly had not done the best job of ensuring your designer top wasn't ruined. You pulled the soft fabric over your head, walking towards a set of mohagony stairs, your middriff showing, and you ran smack dab into something hard, but not too hard.

"Hello, Beautiful." You were stuck. Your hair had caught on your watch, slender, gold and easily snagged on fine fabrics, and you cussed through the emerald linen.

"Shit." A hand bushed your waist as you struggled to free yourself.

"Need some help with that?" You staggered back when he asked, tripping and falling on your ass. Your "No!" Was cut short.

You were met with laughter, and you finally were able to tear a chunk of your hair out and pull your blouse back over you.

"Awww." You glared upward. "How terribly disappointing." He leaned down. "I liked your shirt off." He straightened up and stalked away.

"Hey! Hey!" You stumbled back to your feet, still somewhat dizzy, trailing your loving partner of three and a half years. "Aren't you supposed to be at your job?" You turned into the den, which was not the same thing as a living room (so he said) as he flopped down onto an L-shaped sofa, cracking open a beer and ruffling his own hair.

"I was. They gave me the day off." He sighed.

"You?" You snorted. "They gave you the day off?"

"It appears so." He crossed his arms, looking outside, the afternoon sun shining pleasingly down upon rolling green hills: the perpetual temptress which haunts all those still dutifully at their posts. The love of your life was different. He hated being inactive- not working. The carefree beauty of summertime offended him. "I'm not sure what to do now."

You scoffed. "Erwin." He still was mournfully gazing into the distance. "Erwin! Look at me." He didn't. You groaned and crossed your arms. "Hey! Commander Smith!" He veered around as though responding to an order. You smirked. "Dumbass."

"Hey!" He glanced back over his shoulder at the expanse of the land. "That wasn't nice." You smiled softly now, and walked to sit beside him.

"You're an officer. A high ranking one. You're a commander. There's bound to be some down time when you're home. You should enjoy it. Here." You reached up to touch his hair. "Just because-"

You were cut off by an extremely irritating sound, one which reminded you of being in finishing school, or at least, being fifteen again. You shuddered before identifying the source of the noise. Erwin's phone was ringing. "Is that your ringtone?" He smiled innocently, moving back and forth in time with the music. "Aren't you going to answer it?" He held up a finger. "Erwin! It could be important!" He groaned and lifted the receiver.

"Hello." He nodded and said a few "ooohs" and "aaahs" before hanging up, turning to roll his eyes at you. "Sales call."

"Okay" you rubbed your temples. "Why is your ringtone Demi Lovato?"