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Sup guys, Max here. I stole this blasted book off Heidi when she went for a lunchtime meeting with the Commander. I think I'll copy what she did before.
Year 841
Thursday midday, January 4th
Scouting Legion Headquarters (Wall Maria)
Mess Hall
"Is that the little book Heidi always lugs around?" Mike asked as he placed his fat arse on the bench beside me.
"Yes, now shut your face, I'm concentrating here," I snapped back sassily – and here I am writing.
Hehe this is more entertaining than I imagined.
Lalala yada yada boobs hehe fuck fuckity balls shit nipple peNIS heheh
I hope your head bursts from reading those curses, Heidi dearest!
Lots of love,
Maxine, Queen of you fuckers.
Later, bunker 221
Reasons to kill Maxine Kauffman:
1. She steals my clothes (despite being vertically accelerated by miles)
2. I think she takes joy in traumatising me emotionally
3. She's better at physical activity
4. The issue of height (seriously, it's not fair that she's a good foot and a half taller than me!)
5. Her expletives almost made my head burst
6. She constantly puts me in awkward situations and has a laugh on the side as she watches me squirm my way out of them
7. She is evil (and dumb. She began the latest entry as though talking to an audience? Note to self: must study specimen further to determine brain size).
8. She has the definite capacity to murder me in my sleep and hide my body where no one would find it
Remind me why I haven't killed Max yet? Maybe I should make a list for that, too.
Why I haven't killed Maxine Kauffman yet:
1. She's good at keeping bullies away
2. Occasionally she's funny
3. She has pretty eyes
4. Her shoes are the perfect size to act as door stoppers
5. She saves me food
6. She gives bangin' massages
7. She taught me how to swear
8. Although she may be a bitch (oh yes, I swore!), she's a ridiculously considerate bitch
Hmm.
I guess the scales are even.
Her next move will decide whether she dies old and grey, or whether she is murdered at the tender age of twenty-one.
I might have to kill Hanji too – I mean, hasn't the girl ever heard of the dangers of playing with fire? She literally set her desk on fire not five minutes ago, claiming it was 'intentional' and for 'researching purposes'. She almost set our room alight and the majority of it is made up of stone, so that's saying something.
I have to give her some credit, though – she's a genius. We spent the better part of an hour (before she set fire to her workplace) discussing a new idea she conjured regarding titans ingesting explosives. Our conversation was quite riveting (I'm not being sarcastic, I genuinely enjoyed talking to her!)
The scientist doesn't seem to be heading to bed any time soon, but whether that's due to insomnia or just an overly-active mind, I can't be sure.
Dinner was quite the event. Levi sent one of his sub-ordinates over to tell me the lesson times and dates. I ate lots of potatoes and carrots (I could swear my skin was tinted orange from the sheer amount of carotene I've ingested).
The meeting with the Commander went quite smoothly, despite me being half dead from training. I managed to coerce him into changing the menu for lunch and dinner. A new range of salads, meats, pastries and fresh fruits are on the list, with a little aid from my funds. It sure is nice having financial stability.
I'd elaborate on today's events, but training was a bummer and I'm absolutely exhausted. I'm heading to sleep.
A bit later, bunker 198
Hey Heidi, it's Max again (yeah, yeah, I snuck into your room and stole the damn book, get over it).
I have a lot to tell you about what's happened over the past eight years, so I'm going to write it down seeing as you can read faster than I can speak.
A lot has happened since I saw you last. Pa's being taken care of by Jim's wife and kids, Ross got married and Jack had a kid (they're my brothers in case you forgot!). I'm a successful member of the Scouting Legion (duh) and I have horrible hand writing (I'm so, so sorry). I missed you.
I know you're wondering about the tension between Erwin and I… eh… there's a bit of history there.
It all started last year – I'd been in his squad for a year and he constantly tried to teach me discipline so I would follow orders out beyond the walls (he was an idiot to think I'd muck up out there). I blame our predicament entirely on him. He always demanded I do measly chores around his office, like scrubbing the floors, dusting or just general cleaning duties. I (being me) managed to rile him up in any way I could just to make the boredom pass. I'd dance around in my cleaning apron, sing into the mop, sneak vodka and wine into a flask from his private stores when he wasn't watching (the usual).
One fateful day, I was dusting lightly around his desk. I stepped behind him and dusted along his shoulder, up, up, up, until the feather duster was tickling his jaw. Quick as lightning, he spun around, stood up and slammed me against the bookcase behind his desk. You can guess what else slammed into my thigh *winks*. Heheh… well… I sort of… maybe… I… well… I KISSED HIM, OKAY!
That's all, I promise.
Until the week after that, when he kissed me against his door and… uh… some touchy things happened.
Tension was high between us and it wasn't long before he… well, before I – I don't know how to tell you this, you're always so innocent…
Oh, damn it to the depths of hell, I'll just say it -
He fucked me hard against his desk and I loved every moment of it.
There, got that out, and now I feel better for it!
Seeing as we barely see each other, even at meal times due to your bloody wild schedule, I'll be awaiting your reply in the next entry.
Love you my little golden haired cherub (+ boobs).
Year 841
Friday midday, January 5th
Scouting Legion Headquarters (Wall Maria)
Stables
Max! This was meant to be G-Rated! I cannot believe you let him touch you and – oh fuck it, I don't care about being lady-like anymore, how did it feel? Was he good? Did it hurt? Should I do it?
Why does he ignore you now though? Is it just for show, as in you don't want the other members of the legion to know about it, or are you genuinely that awkward around each other? PLEASE TELL ME BECAUSE I AM CONFUSED!
Also, I've got to ask you something.
Is it normal to feel a connection with someone due to height? Not that there's any connection to speak of, I'm just curious… hah… yeah… hmm.
I've decided that I like horse riding. By horse riding I mean riding horses, not the feel of a muscled chest at my back and firm arms wrapped around me to keep me steady. I especially don't mean being able to feel a washboard eight pack from the friction caused by riding either. And really, my chest bindings weren't loosened by me, I swear! The girls just decided they needed a bit more leeway, occasionally choosing to bounce against those glorious biceps…
Ah.
Yes.
The page was not just smudged by my saliva.
I was not drooling.
Heh.
Well, the boss is calling me in for some afternoon training, so leave the diary on my bed and I'll get to reading it later!
Love you, killer queen.
Year 841
Friday (Saturday?) too early, January 6th (7th?)
Scouting Legion Headquarters (Wall Maria)
Bunker 198
(EW DROOL!)
Well, my dearest sweet innocent Cherub, Heidi, despite the fact that you haven't seen me in YEARS, you should know well enough that keeping things G-rated is not the way I do things, (especially considering the boob incident the other day, which by the way I am NOT sorry about but I did forget to mention, WOW they have GROWN! Where have you been hiding those babies sister! Thanks to me now every man in the legion knows just what's going on under that little nurses outfit of yours and you'll never be bored after hours ever again! Well, after we do something about your unfortunate height of course).
Cherub, what do you mean you can't believe I let him touch me!? You'd better believe it, because he did, and I may have done some touching for myself too... well alot of touching actually. Did you know just how unflattering these ridiculous uniforms of ours are! Did you know that he has AN EIGHT PACK HIDING UNDER THAT STUPID BAGGY SHIRT!? AND MUSCULAR SINEWY ARMS!? YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I LOVE THOSE ARMS CHERUB. EEEEP YOU SAID FUCK! IM SO VERY PROUD OF YOU MY LITTLE PROFANE PROTÉGÉE!
And to answer your question, no he didn't feel good, he felt bloody amazing! Like completely out of this world amazing! It happened a little suddenly so I wasn't nearly prepared for it but I was so caught up in everything he was doing and everywhere he was touching me to bother myself about the pain. It was fleeting and insignificant and there was no way I was letting him stop once he started. On the other hand I was sore for DAYS after. I remember having bruises all over my hips and backside and wearing that blasted 3DMG is a right pain in the arse especially when he was watching me all smug looking because he knows it was his fault the fucker. I take back everything I said about our uniform I love it to bits because it covers every goddamned mark that idiot boy gave me. He has some sort of obsession with my neck and jaw, he just kept on sucking at it and BAM next second there's dark purple bruises everywhere. I can't even say I got beat up when people notice because god knows no-one could ever get close enough to do this to me especially because they are all well aware that they would be hand fed to titan scum if they ever did.
I must seem like the biggest whore to you at the moment, Cherub, so let me begin by explaining myself from the beginning. As you know I have quite a history of harassing my superiors so much that I've oft been flogged within an inch of my life and I have the scars to prove it unlike you, you perfectly beautiful wench. I continued my childish antics here during training sessions simply to alleviate the boredom that comes with destroying every son of a bitch that thinks he can beat me in a fight. The captains got over it after a while only because they wanted to send me beyond the walls someday and needed to keep me somewhat intact.
They continued on with this ignorant facade until I was placed in Erwin's squadron when I was 18. Unlike Levi and the others, he never got used to not having his every whim and order obeyed and ended up yelling himself hoarse at me on a daily basis. He obviously figured out after a while that one may yell at me until the titans decide to eat each other instead of us, I won't listen, silly boy. So he had me come and clean his chambers and wash his clothes which only infuriated me.
You know me well enough to know what happened next. Yes. I'm not proud of it but I dipped his clothes in horse piss, hid his weapons, replaced his vodka (which I saved for myself) with the dishwater from the kitchens and worst of all I paraded and danced around his room in his own clothes and boots imitating him. He DIDN'T like that at all. Anyways back to… that day as you know I cleaned his room and dusted all the way up his beautiful sinewy arm ( which I didn't know was beautiful I sinewy at the time) until I reached his stupid chiselled jawline, god only knows what possessed me to do that but HEY I was bored! I do stupid things when I'm bored!
Next second, his body went rigid and his sexy jaw clenched and he slammed the maps he was holding down onto the table, stood up so quickly that his char went flying to the ground, and pushed me up against the bookcase behind the desk. He just kind of stared at me for ages after that, pinning my arms to my sides. I could've gotten out easily if I wanted to but honestly, Cherub, his face was barely a breath away, smelling faintly sweet like he had been drinking whiskey. His eyes were hard, (not his only hard body part;) but they're the prettiest blue I've ever seen and I just didn't want to move, especially since he was growling (yes growling!) something huskily at me that I didn't quite catch because I was a little bit preoccupied wondering what his perfectly bow shaped, full dark lips tasted like, (probably whiskey) and he kept running his tongue across his bottom lip and catching it between his teeth and that's when it happened.
I leaned up an inch since he isn't more than half a head taller than me and kissed him full on the mouth. To this day I have denied to him that it was my instigation that brought us to where we are considering he was the one pushing me up against the book case touching my body with every inch of his, his rock hard abdomen pressed up against my chest. He ravaged my mouth after that, immediately parting my own lips apart to explore with his tongue. His hands roamed my body shamelessly, gliding down my arms, over my hips, back up over my knotted stomach and breasts leaving a burning trail everywhere he touched as he continued sucking and biting at my lower lip.
Somehow my hands found the nape of his neck and started playing with the strands of silky hair there. He hissed when I tugged at it and scraped my nails against the skin between his shoulder blades beneath his shirt which made me smirk against his lips knowing that I could elicit such a reaction from him. In one, swift movement, he slid his hands away from my neck which he was holding tightly in place, over my hips and backside to lift me up and press me harder into the wall. I heard him groan near my ear as I wrapped my legs around his waist and squeezed, keeping him locked close to me. I couldn't help but laugh when he blushed as I felt his hardness rub against my inner thigh.
Things were getting a bit heated at that point when some imbecile knocked on the door. I jumped in surprise but Erwin barely spared it a glance as he continued attacking my neck with hot kisses. When the knock came again followed by some indiscernible shouting, I dropped my legs from around his waist and he pushed me under the desk so that I wouldn't be seen in my current state with messy hair, wild eyes and half buttoned shirt. He straightened his appearance and cleared his throat and resumed his seat at the desk (silly idea really) before calling for the visitor to come in.
I didn't know who it was but they were arguing about something and bored as I was cramped beneath his desk, I began unlacing his shoes and massaging his legs causing him to stiffen and stop mid-sentence. I've got to give him some credit though, he ignored me well enough. After about ten minutes he got up to follow the other man out when his feet suddenly caught on something and he went sprawling to the floor with his shoelaces tied together.
So as you know that wasn't the last time, and it was quite fun after that, he was very excited about it and pulled me into empty rooms and cupboards whenever he felt like it and we did lots of kissing and touching and it was a lot of fun except for those bloody marks he kept leaving on me until we were in his office once again and he was looking particularly stressed so I started rubbing his neck and shoulders as he sat at his desk poring over maps and some other rubbish.
I don't even remember how he lost his shirt or how my lips suddenly joined my hands, littering kisses all. Along his neck and shoulders. He dragged me down onto his lap so I was straddling him and his mouth was suddenly on mine, his hands creeping under my shirt and slipped it over my head. I'll tell you all about it in person hehe.
It mostly started off as a mutual agreement to avoid each other in public so that our extracurricular activities wouldn't become too obvious to the nosy gits in this place but for some reason he just completely ignores me now, he doesn't even make me do chores anymore (how is it possible that I would miss doing chores!?). He only ever calls for me now for a quick shag and nothing more even though we would sometimes sit and talk for hours after. I never thought I'd say this but I miss him.
As for your little height dilemma, I think it's positively idiotic to think you have a connection with someone due to height unless said person was incredibly sexy and happened to be struggling to keep his eyes on your face when your girls were bouncing in full view. Particularly when he was supposed to be stopping others from ogling you.
Cherub, you've been afraid of riding horses since you were nine years old. The fact that in fortunately privy to such information allows me to deduce that you've taken a liking to a certain short statured, horse riding trainer and good friend of mine, Mr Levi Rivaille. I can account for those washboard abs too by the way, they are quite glorious to look at, and now if you play your cards right you'll be touching them in no time! Yes, yes, go enjoy your, "training," with Levi.
Talk to you later, Cherub! MWA
P.S. does this training encompass teaching you how to be less of a prude? Or is all that horse riding really only to teach you how to mount your instructor?
Year 841
Saturday afternoon, January 7th
Scouting Legion Headquarters (Wall Maria)
Hospital Wing
Max! Despite your wondrous adventures together behind closed doors (and sometimes not so behind closed doors), you cannot let him treat you as such! His behaviour towards you it utterly inappropriate! I don't care that you enjoy the 'bad boys' as you so conveniently put it, you are a lady and a strong lady at that, hence you can't let him treat you like a common dumb handmaid! You're better than that, Max!
Alright, alright, I was scared of horses, but that all changed after my first lesson – let me explain.
I was walking down to the stables in the morning, hoping I wouldn't make a fool of myself as I usually did (high hopes, I know). I spotted him before he saw me, he was standing (dangerously) close to a chestnut coloured horse, petting the (wild) tame beast as he murmured nonsensical things to keep it calm (I could tell the beast was singing for my blood, I felt it in my bones).
"Ah, Heidi," he greeted, the smallest little crooked grin on his mouth.
"H-Hello, Captain," I murmured, edging away from him as he opened the stall and began guiding the horse over to me. He frowned as he noticed my movements, but said nothing.
"Levi," he said suddenly, his calm voice prompting me to come to a stop as he continued advancing, "call me Levi."
I was frozen in place as he edged closer, the horse trotting along in tow.
"His name is George," the casualness with which he said it had me giggling, hiding my laugh behind my hand.
He reached out and grasped my wrist, slowly extending my arm until he was helping me stroke the horse's velvety neck.
"He's not going to hurt you, Heidi," the way my name rolled off his tongue almost made me giggle again, though I don't know why.
From there he led both George and I out of the stables, until we reached the training grounds. He gave me a boost into the saddle and swung up behind me, tugging me flush against his chest, his arms overlapping mine and his cool breath tickling my ear, "Here," he folded his hands over mine, and we held the reins together. "I'm going to kick him into a trot, so don't be startled," he murmured, chest rising and falling gently against my back for a few moments before he gave George's rump a gentle nudge.
You know of my escapades on horseback from there! Your escapades are far more exotic than mine, however!
This physical intercourse (as I've studied it in my biology books and anatomy section of my doctor's course) didn't sound half as riveting as you described it! Yes, I was cursing you for making me blush at the mere mental imagery you conjured (so what if I was picturing Levi and I rather than you and your beau?), but you certainly opened a doorway within my mind I never knew existed.
Gah, I can feel my face burning at the mere notion of my dream last night – a dream brought on by your overly in-depth description of your days/nights/early hours of the morning with Erwin! I won't say much about it, but it involved Levi, the stables and strangely shaped hats (I think I read it as a 'cowboy' hat in an old story book?). Heedless to say, it was exceedingly difficult to look the Captain in the eye all day!
I think he's making me sick, Max. I get all hot around him and I feel like I'm going to vomit and my head gets all light and my throat feels like it's constricting (sometimes it gets hard to breathe when he looks at me?). I'm showing all signs of a fever but only ever when he's around. I don't understand it Max, it's the most peculiar sensation – and what's worse, I can't seem to find the cause in any of the medical books around here.
Do you know what's happening to me, by any chance?
And what do you mean by 'mount' my instructor, I'm still new to the way you talk!
I've got to go instruct the junior medics, but I'll see you at dinner!
Love you, Maxie!