104 Stories of the 104th
A/N: Sorry for updating so late. I have always liked this pairing, but most people don't. It's more of a crack ship, but hey, skip it if you want. I'll still love you. Yes this is the classic, over used, coffee shop AU. Yes I ship Ymir and Krista. I have so many damn ships in SNK! I have very few Notps, but I'm still going to write about them! Everyone deserves love. Also, I'd like to thank primcessblair for the advice given to me before I posted my first story. princessblair's writings are some of my favorites on here and is one of my favorite Eremika writers, so if you ship them, go read her stuff right now! Even if you don't they're still amazing works! Now enough gushing over one of my internet idols, here's the chapter:
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. They are Isayama's beautiful characters.
'Words'= Thoughts
"Words"= Speech
-Auric
Chapter 3: Sweaty and Sassy
Ship: Beruyumi, with a tad bit of ArminxAnnie
Rating: T because Ymir had a potty mouth and I love it.
"Are you fucking kidding me, you oversized monkey?" Ymir half yelled at the nervous man standing in front of her, as coffee ran down her gray and blue shirt.
"I-I-I'm so sorry!" Bertholdt stammered, while reaching for the roll of paper towels behind the counter. After knocking those over and picking them back up, he started reaching forward to clean it off the twenty year old college girl, with his sweaty palms.
Ymir slapped his hand away, "What the hell do you think you're doing? That's some pervy shit you're trying to pull. Instead of spilling coffee all over a girl to touch her chest, try buying her dinner first!" She half yelled.
Luckily there weren't many people here at four in the afternoon. Just Reiner, who was working with him, and Annie their childhood friend who hung out at the coffee shop, while waiting for her boyfriend to get out of class.
"I…that's not…no… I mean…" Bertholdt stammered.
"Just give me the damn paper towels and make me another coffee before I wring your neck, you behemoth." Ymir shot back in an irritated tone.
"R-right away, miss!" Bertholdt scrambled behind the counter.
"You shouldn't be so hard on him, Ymir. He's doing his best." Christa, Ymir's best and only friend, told her quietly.
"Tch. He'll be fine." Ymir grumbled
Bertholdt disappeared into the back to get some more supplies for up front, but Reiner figured it was to hide his shame and collect himself before facing her again. Reiner took this opportunity to approach the spiteful woman.
"You're Ymir. From my Intro to Physics class, right?" The burly man asked.
"Yeah. You're Reiner Braun, king of the parties around here. Who's the oversized tooth pick?" Ymir spat back
"Bertholdt Fubar. He's in premed. I'm surprised you don't remember him. He's my roommate that takes care of all the people at parties that get sick and make sure he gets home safe. You're one of his most common patients." Reiner replied with a colder tone then last time he spoke.
"Psh. Only one that takes care of me is Christa, ain't that right?"
"Uhm…actually Ymir, he's not kidding. Bertholdt has driven us home multiple times and held your hair back a couple while you…empty your stomach." The small blonde replied.
"Well…I don't remember any of that." Ymir shot back in a uncertain tone.
"Of course you don't. You always black out by the time he gets to you. You normally hit on him. It's actually kind of cute." Annie said, throwing her hat into the ring about this matter.
Before Ymir could reply, Bertholdt came running from the back, and started making the coffee, mumbling to himself the entire time.
"Just show some damn respect to him, or I'll make sure he doesn't take care of you at all and you can make up in a puddle of your own puke and piss." Reiner hissed quietly enough so his best friend couldn't hear him. Ymir knew the discussion was over right then and there.
"H-here's your coffee, miss." Bertholdt stammered
"Thank you, Bertholdt." Ymir mumbled as she grabbed her coffee and hurried through the door, Christa chasing after her, "W-wait! Ymir!"
That weekend
"YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-HAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" Reiner screamed as he finished another beer that he was shot gunning. Earning a couple high-fives from Eren, Jean, and Connie.
Ymir looked around the apartment. Like most Saturday nights, it was packed full of people she knew and didn't, but then again, maybe the alcohol was effecting her memory and vision. That couldn't be it. She hadn't had nearly the amount she normally had at this point of the night.
"Ymiiiiiir. Is it hot in here or what?" Christa shouted as she stumbled over to her. Great. They were both drunk. Much too drunk to drive.
"I feel perfectly *HIC fine, Christa. You've just had too much *HIC to drink is all!" Ymir half yelled back. "How the fuck are we supposed to get home?"
"I have nooooo idea!" Christa giggled as she crumpled to the floor in a laughing fit. The small girl had always been a light weight.
"Well great…" Ymir mumbled.
"Do you guys need a ride home?" Came a voice from behind
"Not from a creep like…"Ymir started as she turned around, but the rest of the sentence never left her mouth. The man in front of her stood roughly half a foot taller than her, but her eyes were focused on the man's buff chest. As her eyes travelled up, she almost dropped her drink. "Y-you! You're the ditz from the coffee shop!"
"Err…yes I am. Sorry about the mess I made." Bertholdt half whispered.
"No...That's quite okay. Tell me, Bertholdt, why don't you drink with us?" Ymir asked 'Why the fuck am I starting a conversation with him?' she thought to herself.
"Well…I'd rather make sure my friends and their friends are okay than to let loose and not be able to help." Bertholdt replied with a frown.
"Hah! But think of all the girls you could sleep with?" Ymir asked with a smirk. 'Ew. He's not even attractive. I mean if you're into the whole tall, dark, and handsome thing, maybe, but I'm…not…'
Bertholdt smiled at that, sweat dropping down his neck that shinned off of it. "Oh, I don't know. I'd rather take a girl to dinner first."
Ymir just stared. This mother fucker used her own sass against him. Ymir then narrowed her eyes. "Were you serious about the ride home, you giant?"
"Of course. Get your friend." Bertholdt said, turning to find his keys and tell Reiner where he was going, jumping over Annie and Armin who were cuddling drunkenly on the ground.
"Let's go, Princess" Ymir said, picking the much drunker girl off the ground.
When the three of them got into the car, Ymir placed Christa into the back seat, letting her lay down.
"Do you mind if I sit in the front?" Ymir asked
"Be my guest." Bertholdt replied, with a small hint of amusement.
They drove for a bit, in silence. It wasn't an awkward silence, but a rather comfortable one. Ymir kept stealing glances over at Bertholdt. He certainly was a handsome man, and quite nice too. Maybe a bit clumsy, but that could be easily over looked. 'Damnit, girl, what are you even thinking about?' Ymir internally screamed at herself.
"Listen. I'm really sorry for spilling that coffee on you." Bertholdt started, but Ymir cut him off.
"No biggie. It wasn't that big of an issue, I shouldn't have reacted the way I did." Ymir grumbled
"It's just, not many girls like you come in there." Bertholdt said in a slightly higher pitch voice.
"And what exactly is that supposed to mean?" Ymir asked coldly
"I-it's not a bad thing! I just meant such confident, attractive girls don't come there often!" Bertholdt stammered. Fuck. He slapped one of his hands over his mouth, the other still on the wheel.
"I'm sorry, what did you just say?" Ymir replied, not expecting that reply at all.
"I…uh…nothing?"
They arrived at Ymir and Christa's place, right as Bertholdt finished his sentence. Ymir just stared at him for a couple seconds. Then, even through her drunken haze, she reached inside her bag and pulled out a pen. She grabbed Bertholdt's hand, him being too terrified to resist, wrote her cell phone number on it.
"Call me in the afternoon and we'll talk about this more when I'm sober." Ymir said lightly. After she collected Christa from the back she added, "You're cute when you struggle."
A/N: Hey! I hope you liked it! It's not the most popular ship, at all, but it deserves some love. All ships do! I like pretty much all ships in the series, save a few, but I'll write about any. Send me a request on here or on Tumblr: auric-polaris
-Auric