NEW CHARACTER!

~ Zeke ~

Requests are open for scenarios if anyone wants to suggest any :)

This chapter may seem weird. I wouldn't say I like Zeke's character much, so writing about him was different for me, and he may be too OOC; I'm not sure. Regardless, enjoy! This was in the works for way too long.

My next plan is to add more depth to each chapter instead of being a small snippet of a scenario, just like how I've done with Porco and Zeke!

Disclaimer: Attack on Titan does not belong to me; I only own the OC - whom I have now named Lyla! - and the mini-stories for each scenario. The cover image does not belong to me, as I found it via Google Images and edited it myself.

~ oOo ~

ZEKE

WHEN YOU FIRST MEET

It was early morning; the sun had barely resurfaced as its eternal glow illuminated the world to a new day. You had been awake for some time, unable to bear the yelling and screams you heard from your mother and father. And so, per usual, you grabbed some belongings to keep you occupied and left the house. No one would notice you were gone. No one would care.

You rest your back against your favorite tree when you reach the nearest park. You packed some food, a blanket, and a baseball this morning. You didn't have any friends your age. Other than this older man named Tom Ksaver, you had no one in your life.

Watching the sunrise over the horizon left you feeling warm. Nothing brought a smile to your face, but the sun bearing down on your skin was one of them.

"Hey!"

Head snapping upward, your body reeled back, genuinely surprised to see someone else in the park this early.

Staring at the man, you were taken aback by his wile blonde hair and bright blue eyes. It seemed you had been staring too long when the man waved a hand before you, causing you to jerk away and blink.

"Is everything ok?" He asked gently.

You nodded. Looking at this young man, you couldn't tell his age. Maybe he was the same age as you, or maybe he was older. "Yeah, you just startled me; I didn't expect to see anyone else here this early."

"Me neither," the male said. "I usually meet a friend here, but he could not join me this morning." His eyes narrowed to the baseball in your hands. "Do you play?"

You glanced down, twirling the ball across your fingers. "This? Oh, I wish. No, normally I just…" You felt weird explaining what you usually did. "I throw the ball into the air and catch it alone."

"You don't have any friends?" You shook your head. "Well…how about we play then?"

You suddenly grinned, though confused. "Play?" You asked almost stupidly. "But…we don't even know each other."

"That's ok," he said confidently. "Anyone who likes baseball is a friend of mine." He reached down to grab my hand but quickly pulled back. "You do like baseball, right?"

His comment had you snickering, though you took his outstretched hand. "Yes, I like baseball."

"Great!" He smiled brightly.

Staring at that beautiful smile, you swooned.

Standing to your feet, you suddenly remembered. "Oh! I haven't even told you my name! I'm Lyla."

"Lyla? Wow, that's a pretty name. I'm Zeke, it's nice to meet you!"

Taking the ball, Zeke walked about ten feet away before pulling back and tossing the ball, landing perfectly in your hands. "You know, this is my favorite pastime!"

"Really? Mine too. Well, I like to read as well."

"Read, huh? I do read in my spare time, but I prefer to hang out with my friend, Tom."

You tossed the ball back as he had just given it to you. "I also have a friend named Tom. He taught me how to play baseball."

You threw it to him.

"What, really? Same here! What's his last name?"

He tossed it back.

"Umm…" You had to think for a moment. "Tom Ksaver, I think."

"That's my friend! No way!"

This had you smiling. You had walked out the door of your violent home this morning thinking you'd be alone. Well, low and behold, there was someone else out there who liked baseball and knew Tome. You were excited to get to know this Zeke and couldn't wait for the friendship that it would bring.

WHEN THEY DON'T GET ANY SLEEP

It had been a few months since you and Zeke met on that fateful day in the park. Since then, he has become aware of the situation with your violent home, going so far as to offer the home he shared with his grandparents to give you a safe space. You relented, deciding you didn't want to impose on his family as they lived in a tiny apartment. That is when Zeke suggested you join the military. As an Eldian yourself, you knew how those in the military were treated, but even they were granted some respite for joining the service. After a few months, you decided this was the best way to leave the current life you held. Bags in hand, you didn't even say goodbye to your parents as you moved into the barracks, ever waiting to become a soldier.

In that time, you trained. Seeing as how the Marleyan Commanders favored Zeke, he oversaw most of your training as a recruit. Today, you both practiced perfecting your aim with a pistol against several dummies. Before joining, you didn't have any experience manhandling a gun, but upon learning, Zeke soon found you had talent. A talent he often put to good use to show you off to the higher-ups.

Since it was just the two of you, Zeke had instructed you to increase your ability with the handgun before moving on to a bolt-action rifle. The idea of using a gun against another still scared you, but the longer you were in the military, the easier it became that one day, you would have to kill someone. But today was not the day. Today, you would follow the orders of your superior. Kneeling behind a box, you aimed your gun at the target ahead, firing multiple rounds straight into the poster's head. There were five posters on five pillars, and within a matter of seconds, all had shots straight into their skull. If they had been human, all would have fallen dead.

Content, you smiled. "Now that's one way to kill someone," you muttered, making your way toward the posters and inspecting the efficiency of your shots. Three of the five were perfect shots right between the eyes, while the other two could have been aimed better. Shrugging, you removed all posters only to replace them with new ones. Heading back to your spot, you called out to your superior. "Zeke! I finished with the handgun!"

There was no retort in return. Head lifting, you glanced across the small area to see the man sitting on a box, his back against the side of a building, head rolled slightly to the side. The man was fast asleep.

"Oh geez," you muttered.

Dropping your weapon, you walked to the man who, you would say, had saved your life. You felt you were in debt to Zeke as he provided you with the opportunity to leave your home and find a purpose in the life you felt so lost in. Appearing by his side, you poked his shoulder, curious to see what he would do. Considering he was asleep, the man did nothing.

"Zeke? Zeeeeeke," you called out. Still, he did not move. Rolling your eyes, you flicked the man who would obtain the Beast Titan against the forehead, which provided an immediate effect.

Startling awake, Zeke rapidly blinked, eyes moving from side to side to see what the hell had happened. When they landed on you, the man yawned, hand tracing his forehead where you had given him a good flick. "Geez, Lyla, what the hell?"

"I'm not the one who fell asleep while on the job."

"Is it really on the job, though?"

"In this case, yes. You're supposed to be supervising me, not sleeping."

On that note, Zeke yawned again. "Can't help it, I'm tired."

Leaning against the building beside him, you asked, "So…what's got you so sleepy? This isn't like you?"

Zeke shook his head. "I was late at work last night. Magaath called in a last-minute meeting to go over when I would take over as the Beast Titan, which then turned into another impromptu meeting about the Warrior candidates."

"Oh," was all you could say.

Considering you were still a recruit, there wasn't much information that was said to you about all the higher-ups received. And considering Zeke was to become the next Beast Titan, he was considered one of the higher-ups for the Warrior candidates. Though he was an Eldian, the Marleyan Commanders put a lot of their faith in Zeke, and he was doing everything in his power not to fuck that up. So, if he was required to stay late last night, then you could see why he didn't get much sleep.

"Did everything last night go ok?"

"As good as it could, I suppose. By the time I made it home, I just about crashed." He yawned once more.

Smiling, you patted his arm. "Then why don't you take another nap? I'm supposed to be working on my shooting anyways, and you're the one who said I had talent. Is there really a need for you to be watching me?"

"Oh, trying to get out of practice, are you?"

"Ah! I'll have you know that I've been working hard this entire time that you've been asleep!"

"Where's your proof?" He asked lazily.

"It's right there, dumbass!" You pointed toward the posters you had just taken down before deciding to wake his ass up.

The man blinked. "Ah, then very good work! So what do you plan on doing next?"

You squinted your eyes. "Are you only asking me that so you can take another nap?"

"You're the one who just said I could."

You rolled your eyes. "Fine, fine, you do you, Zeke. Don't blame me if you get off slacking on the job."

He waved you off, crossing his arms and then closing his eyes. "Nah, they like me too much." And just like that, he was out within a few minutes. Watching him sleep, you scoffed, loving and hating the attitude this man had toward life sometimes.

WHEN THEY GIVE YOU RANDOM KISSES

It had been roughly one year since you had met Zeke and about nine months since joining the military. In that time, you have gained the respect of the same people who respected Zeke. During the time since you joined, you have proven your loyalty time and time again, offering invaluable insight into how to effectively train the recruits and even the smaller Warrior candidates. In seeing the way they adored you, Magaath specifically assigned you to be their overseer when training with weapons, specifically their guns. Knowing you had the talent, the Marleyan Commander wanted that same talent to be pushed onto the recruits.

During this time, you had fallen for Zeke. You couldn't place a time when you had realized this, but knew that the blonde-haired Warrior had become significant to you. You had no idea if he felt the same, but as long as you had your friendship, you would survive.

When you two had a moment to spare, you always went to the same park where you met and played a round of catch, ironically, with the same baseball. It was a simple pastime, but one you two enjoyed nonetheless. On the days you had to train, Zeke always kept an eye out for you. Whether he wanted you to know or not, you did. You could always see him out of the corner of your eye, keeping watch over you with whatever training you had for that particular day.

Today was a normal day. Having just woken up, you quickly showered and fixed your hair, training clothes perfectly in place, when a knock suddenly entered your ears. Not expecting anyone this early, you opened the door to find Zeke with an array of food on a tray.

"Tada!" He said, wiggling the food until a smile fell on your face.

"What's this?" You asked curiously.

"…it's food, silly," the man answered simply.

With a roll of your eyes, something you tend to do when around the man, both of you chuckled. "All right, dumbass, I can see it's food. Don't just stand there; come on in."

Taking a step inside, Zeke placed the tray on your bedside table and then immediately turned around. You were captured in a giant hug before you could even blink your eyes. "Zeke…?"

The man said nothing nor did anything; he just simply held you in his arms. Just as you were about to tighten yours around his back, the man pulled away, dropping a swift kiss on your temple. Lips lingering for several seconds, you could feel the heat upon your cheeks grow, your eyes growing wide. What on earth was he doing…?

"Zeke?" You called his name again, but the man only shook his head.

"Shh," he said. Dropping one more kiss to the top of your head, the man let go, turning toward the food as he grabbed a small piece of bread.

Touching the skin where his lips had just been, you could feel your blush deepen. The man had just kissed you - kissed you!

"Zeke?!" You weren't sure what to say other than to call his name.

"Yes, Lyla?" The man smirked in your direction, though he didn't explain.

"Wh-What the hell was that?!"

"Wh-What the hell was what?"

Flabbergasted, you pointed at him and then pointed at your temple because words seemed to fail you then. "This! And then you hugged me…and then you…!"

Smirking, the man known as Zeke Jaeger knew what he was doing, and all the while, he leaned against the wall, tossing grapes into his mouth. "Heh, it's called a kiss, Lyla."

Mouth falling open, you could do nothing but gawk at the man. "I-I know what a kiss is, you ass of a man!"

"Good, because I want to do it again." Taking three steps until he was standing before you, Zeke landed his lips against your cheek.

WHEN HE WALKS IN ON YOU IN A TOWEL

The longer you remained in the military, the more trust the higher-ups had granted you, which meant, per one of your perks, you had eventually been gifted a single room. Not only did you not have to share the room with other soldiers, you were granted your own bathroom. And since you didn't have to share your room with others, you did not have to share your bathroom. You could take your showers whenever you wanted without worrying about others needing to use the bathroom before or after you.

Needless to say, after viciously training one afternoon and working in the dirt since dawn with the young Warrior candidates, you were ready for that shower when you walked into your room. Clothes tossed aside as you undressed, you turned on the hot water as you stepped inside the small cubicle shower, sighing the moment your shoulders immediately relaxed. Craving some dinner, you quickly scrubbed your hair and body before stepping out, towel wrapped perfectly around your body.

"That felt so damn good," you muttered to no one in particular.

Feeling dry, you stepped out of the bathroom into your bedroom, unclasping your towel from around your body to dry your hair. Standing before the mirror, you bent at the waist, using the towel to scrub away the remaining moisture in your locks.

"Lyla! You home yet?!"

You could barely hear Zeke as he walked through your front door. He was the only individual with a key to your room and you, and, unfortunately, due to your part, had given him permission to enter whenever he wanted. Knowing your hair was as good as it would get, you rewrapped the towel around yourself. About to yell out a reply, you didn't see the bedroom door open until you glanced into the mirror before you.

Zeke froze, hand still locked onto the doorknob, his cheeks pink though a sly smirk grew on his face. Your eyes connected, but you didn't understand why he looked at you the way it was.

Then it hit you like a ton of bricks.

Screaming, you quickly turned, and ran right back into the bathroom, cowering behind the door. "What the hell are you doing here?!" You screamed.

A manly laugh echoed from the other side of the door. "Ha! You're the one who said to come find you for dinner!"

"But you entered my apartment!"

"You gave me a key."

"You should have knocked first!"

"I did, you blockhead."

Peering from around the door, you glared at the elder Warrior who still smirked devilishly. "I hate you, you know that?"

"Don't care. I got to see you in a sexy towel, I'm fine with your hate."

Grabbing whatever you could from behind, you chucked the items at Zeke, growling in frustration as he turned and left your bedroom, his silky laughter leaving a trail behind the man.

WHEN HE SEES YOU CRY

"Lyla? Hey, Magaath's been lookin' everywhere for ya. Where the hell have you been?"

After learning his lesson last time, Zeke had knocked on your door, and, upon hearing a weak reply, he walked into your apartment, finding you sitting straight on your couch. Shutting the door behind him, the man ran a hand through his hair, running his mouth before he could actually see you before him. "Damn, Lyla, I've spent the last twenty minutes searching everywhere for you. Come on, you're needed at HQ." When you didn't move, Zeke landed his gaze on you, only to find that you hadn't turned toward him. "Uh, Lyla?"

Still, you refused to turn to him. If anything, you sat completely still, almost as if you were made of stone. Walking your way, Zeke noticed the slightly crumbled letter at your feet, picking it up before placing it on your front table. Waving a hand before you, the man whistled, about to say something sarcastic when a lone tear suddenly fell from your face.

"Aw shit…" The man muttered. Sitting beside you, Zeke wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you against him. The moment your cheek met his shoulder, you all but collapsed into the man, eyes squeezed shut as more tears began to fall from your pretty eyes.

Never one to cry, Zeke was shocked to find yourself being this vulnerable in his presence. Pulling a cloth from his pocket, Zeke carefully cleared your tears, his fingers finding your chin as he lifted your gaze to meet his. "Hey, there you are." You swallowed, not trusting yourself to say anything until he asked, "What happened?"

Eyes peering across the table before you, they landed on the letter you had been holding. "I…I came home to find that in my box. My…both my parents have died."

Quietly muttering, "Fuck," Zeke placed a chaste kiss against your head. He knew of the rocky and abusive relationship you had with your parents. Hell, the man was one to talk as he ousted his own parents to the military, which led him to live with his grandparents. Not sure what to say exactly, Zeke went with something safe by saying, "Lyla, I…I'm sorry."

"Y-You have nothing to be sorry for," she said quietly. "I don't…understand why I'm even crying. I was so happy when I joined the military because it meant I could escape them. But I-I never wished them to die." Crying even more, she cupped a hand over her mouth, trying to suppress the sobs beginning to escape.

"Shhh…" Wrapping both arms around the woman, Zeke held you close, dropping more kisses against your head as you cried out whatever you felt. "I know you didn't want them dead. It's…it's ok to be sad and frustrated simultaneously."

Suddenly peeling yourself away from the man, you tried clearing the tears from your face. Sniffling, you stood, making your way to grab your jacket off the chair in the dining room. "Y-You said Magaath was looking for me?"

"Lyla…"

"I'll be fine. I just…just need to go see Magaath."

"Lyla," Zeke said your name firmly this time. Standing as well, he pulled you back into his arms. "I may not understand your feelings right now, but they were your parents. It's perfectly acceptable to be saddened by their death."

Your hands clawed at his back as you dropped your head against his shoulder. "It's…it's really ok?"

"More than ok, Lyla."

Zeke wasn't sure how long he stood there holding you as you cried, but the man never let his arms drop. He held you for as long as you needed him to.

WHEN HE GIVES YOU A NICKNAME

"You need a nickname."

Lifting your tilted head from reading the newspaper, you gawked at Zeke as he glanced at you and continued cooking dinner. It had been some months since you two had confessed to each other. From your perspective, it had been a long time coming. The nonstop flirting and longing eyes between the two of you had been happening for some time, but in all honesty, you couldn't imagine the one Zeke Jaeger holding any feelings for you.

"A nickname, huh? And why is that?"

"Because then it'll be a secret name only I can call you."

Chuckling, you tossed aside the paper, laying your hand in an open palm as you watched him cook. "All right, o' might one. What have you been thinking?"

"Well, I have a couple lined up, but I wanted your opinion." Pulling out a folded sheet of paper from his pocket, the man tossed it toward you, chuckling at your antics of trying to catch it before it fell to the ground.

Unfolding the tiny sliver of paper, your mouth fell to the floor when you saw there were at least thirty different names he had listed. "Goodness, Zeke! Why so many?"

"I couldn't fucking decide," he chuckled. "You need the perfect name."

"…and you thought these thirty would be perfect?"

"Well, no…but one of them has to be!"

Now it's time for you to chuckle; you glanced through all the names, mentally crossing off names you didn't like or refused to be called. By the time you reached the end of the list, there were four you liked the most.

"Ok, I think I've narrowed it down."

"What're they?"

"Of the thirty you have listed, I like cupcake, blossom, precious, and muffin. Why'd you pick so many related to food anyways?"

"I just thought it would suit you best. You love to eat, I always cook for you, and you love my food. Seem easy enough. Oh, wait! I think I know the perfect one!"

"Which one would that be?"

"Muffin!"

"…do I wanna ask why that one? It's cute, but why?"

"Simple!" He grinned back at you, plating the meal he had just finished. "I love muffins because they're delicious, and I love you!"

"You are a very simplistic man, Zeke Jaeger, you know that?"

"Yeah, but that's just my charm, and you love that, don't you, muffin?"

"Oh geez…"

WHEN YOU CONFESS TO EACH OTHER

It had been a long and stressful day at training. Having been almost two years since meeting Zeke, joining the military, and leaving the wrath of your parents, you had done much in that short amount of time. You had gained the respect of Magaath, had become their top sniper between both the Marleyan and Elian troops, and had been specifically chosen by Magaath himself to teach the new Warrior candidates. It had been a good two years, but one thing was missing.

Well, not missing per se, but it wasn't going in your favor.

You had been in love with your best friend, Zeke, for some time now. It had happened gradually and slowly, you realizing it over time the longer you were stationed with him. He had been there for you when you left your abusive parent's house, and you had been there for him when he took control of the Beast Titan (where you both lost your friend, Tom). Still, Zeke was such an aloof person that you didn't even know if he knew you were in love with him. Well, a problem for another day.

After walking into your home, the first item on your agenda was to change into sweats, cook some food for dinner, and read for the rest of the night. Thankfully, and luckily, you had the next few days off from training which would give you time to catch up on hobbies that made you happy, such as reading. However, as you had moved from your bedroom to the kitchen in your sweats, you had not anticipated the doorbell to ring. Zeke always knocked, so you knew it wasn't him; then, who could it be?

Sighing, you quickly opened the door, expecting one of your neighbors or friends, but, no…it was someone you had not expected at all.

Standing before you was Zeke. He had changed from his military outfit to don simple trousers and a nice button-up shirt. He had combed his bushy hair and had even tidied up his beard.

Damn, you thought.

"Z-Zeke?" You stumbled over his name. "What brings you here?"

The man first avoided your eyes, but as he finally lifted his gaze to yours, he gave you a small, beautiful smile. "Lyla, I…Fucking shit, I had everything planned out what I was going to say."

"Say? Say what, Zeke?"

Shaking his head, Zeke pulled his hand from behind his back -which you hadn't even noticed he was hiding - to reveal a tiny bouquet of white lilies. Eyes widening, you smiled as the man handed the bouquet to you. Taking it in hand, you smelled the delicious flowers.

"These are wonderful, Zeke!"

"I love you."

Freezing, you nearly dropped the flowers to the ground as your eyes met with his. "You…wait, what?"

Shaking his head, Zeke curled his fists. "Dammit, I…that's not what I wanted to say!"

Hope had gripped your heart so tightly that his last words had it crumbling just as quickly. "You…you didn't? Then what were you trying to say?"

Peering at you from his peripherals, the man took charge. Guiding you back inside, the man slammed the door shut before grasping your shoulders and dropping his lips to yours. Having secretly desired this for a long time, you dropped the flowers, arms curling around his neck as you eagerly returned the kiss. Minutes passed, but you two still kissed. Arms tight around his neck, Zeke had grasped your hips, fingers digging into the material of your sweats. Lip locked, the two of you moaned, Zeke nipping your bottom lip as you curled your fingers into his hair. Minutes passed before you suddenly needed to breathe. Breaking apart, you barely stepped away, keeping only a few inches between the two of you as you gazed happily and hopefully at the man before you.

"Zeke…?"

Taking a deep breath and swallowing his sudden fear, Zeke smiled brightly. "I love you, Lyla. I wasn't kidding when I said that a moment ago."

"So…the kiss, you weren't…?" He shook his head, his bright smile never leaving. "Then, why today, of all days?"

He shrugged. "I decided I didn't want to wait any longer. But you're still not giving the answer I want to hear."

Cheeks darkening, you rewrapped your arms around his neck, giving his lips a light peck. "Zeke Jaeger, I am in love with you too."

He gasped. "Since when?!"

With a roll of your eyes, you flicked his forehead. "Fuck, you are such a dork."

"A dork with the most beautiful girlfriend." His eyes narrowed as he said that. "I mean, that's only…only if you want to be."

"Heh, I would love to be your girlfriend, on one condition."

"And that would be?"

"If you be my boyfriend."

WHEN THEY KISS YOU IN PUBLIC

"Where should we go for lunch?"

It was a beautiful, sunny day out, and you were with your boyfriend, Zeke Jaeger. The two of you had been granted the day off, so you decided a nice lunch out of either apartment was required. Strolling through the main market, you wandered around, not sure what sounded good.

"I mean…Porco's got me on a sandwich kick, so that sounds pretty good."

This had Zeke laughing, his fingers tightening around yours. "That boy and his sandwiches, I swear. It doesn't sound bad, and I do know of a nice deli shop about ten minutes from here. That sound good?"

"I think that sounds perfect. Let's go!"

Changing directions, Zeke guided where the two of you needed to go. About halfway there, Zeke suddenly stopped, eyes peering into a shop you had just passed, seeing something in the window.

"Hey, do you mind if I stop here quickly?"

You shook your head. "Take your time, I'll be out here." As he entered the store, you leaned against the front window, enjoying the sun's warmth against your skin. It truly was a beautiful day, with few clouds lingering in the sky. It was such a wonderful day to have off, and your mind started to wonder what you and Zeke would do after lunch. A stroll through the park sounded nice or possibly heading across town to get some ice cream as a nice afternoon treat. It was a nice day, but it was still fairly warm outside.

"Hey, hey you!"

Head tilting, you glanced across the street where a group of young men stood. One of them waved in your direction, but you ignored them. You could hear their voices from where you stood when another called out to you. Curiosity gripped when you decided to glance up, noticing how one of the males was walking right across the street toward you. Huffing, you continued to ignore them but couldn't shake your uneasiness.

"Hey, lady, I was talking to you."

Peering upward at the tall man, though nowhere as tall as Zeke, you huffed, slightly annoyed. "Can I help you?"

"I was thinking…" The man leaned his arm against the store wall as he peered downward at you, slightly caging you against his stature. "I was thinking that you and I could do on like a date or something."

"Sorry, but I'm currently out with someone."

"I don't see them anywhere."

"You don't have to since I'm telling you." Stepping away from the man, he suddenly took hold of your arm, causing you to gasp as you looked down at your fingers. "Excuse you, but let me go."

"No, I think you're being rather rude. I said we should go out on a date, and you ignored me."

You scoffed. "It's not called ignoring you if I gave you an answer you didn't want to hear. Now let me go, or my date will be really unhappy when he returns."

"I doubt you even have a date. Come on, sugar, let's get out of here." He dropped his face close to yours, and you spat against the breath filtering your nose.

"And I said no!"

The man's face fell into one of anger. "And I don't like being told no, cupcake. Now come with me or else."

"Or else what?"

Both you and the man turned to see Zeke having just exited the store, a small bag in hand as he glanced between your eyes and the hand still tightly holding your arm. "Zeke!" You cried.

The man whistled. "What, so this is the date you were talking about? Don't know what you see in him, sugar." Before you could reply, Zeke had dropped his bag, hand quickly taking hold of the man's wrist, twisting it at an uncomfortable angle as he suddenly cried out. "Ow! What the fuck, man?!"

"You touched my girl, that's what. I'm fairly certain I heard her tell you that she was with someone, and then you placed your filthy hands upon her."

"Y-Your girl, man, I didn't - !"

"Yes, you did, don't act like a shithead. Now get out of here before I make a mess about you in front of your friends." Letting the man's wrist go, both he and his friends skedaddled quickly out of your dight.

Sighing, you dropped your head against Zeke's arm. "Thank you," you mumbled quietly.

"You know you have the strength; you could've done something yourself."

"I shouldn't have to. If he had just listened to me, this wouldn't have happened…oh!"

Hand grasping your cheek, Zeke angled your head to reach his, lips touching against yours into a quick, fiery kiss that left you reeling. It only lasted several seconds, but the effect was immediate. Swooning as he let go, you smiled, suddenly giddy at the prospect that your boyfriend had just kissed you out in public. Right after defending your honor and everything.

"I don't mind beating any guy to a pulp if they touch you, but don't let it get to that point. You're a damn good fighter, use those skills to your advantage, alright?" You nodded, blush deepening as the manhunt down to pick up his small bag. "Now…does lunch still sound good?"

WHEN YOU ARE SICK

It was easy to figure out, but you woke up one morning feeling like absolute shit. Your head was pounding, your throat was incredibly sore and it was difficult to swallow, and all your joints hurt to even bend slightly. Needless to say, you were sick. However, being sick did not get you out of your militaristic duties. Slowly strapping on your uniform, you left the comfortable confines of your apartment and trudged to the training grounds. Luckily, it was rifle training with the Warrior candidates, which meant life would be fairly easy for the next few hours, but you're body was saying differently.

You smiled at others as you walked past them but the same smile didn't meet your eyes the way it usually had. Gathering the necessary equipment for the day's training, you met the four young warriors and quickly reminded them of the expectations, the rules of the equipment, and the goal for training that day. The young ones could easily tell something was up and tried pressing the matter, but you refused, stating they needed to train and be better with the rifle.

By the afternoon, your undershirt was soaked through, your eyes were hazy, and you had decided to sit through the pain to keep watching the young Warriors. You were just about to give little Gabi specific advice on how she was holding her gun when the words never left your mouth. The four young warriors quickly turned toward you to find you fell out of your chair and were unmoving against the ground. Having run off to find someone who could help, Gabi returned swiftly with Zeke following close by, the man dropping to his knees beside you. Your eyes were barely closed, following his actions as he turned you over onto your back.

"Fucking shit, Lyla, you're burning up. Why the hell are you even here?!" He harshly whispered into your ear.

"Couldn't take…the day…off," you mumbled hoarsely, barely able to speak those simple five words.

Huffing, Zeke turned toward the others. "You four, go find Commander Magaath and explain to him that I had to take Lyla home. Go, now!" They quickly left, leaving Zeke to carefully pick you up in his arms. Moving with a fastened pace, Zeke hailed a taxi and immediately took you home. Fuck the paperwork, fuck Magaath, and fuck all others that could get in the way of making sure you were well taken care of. He would suffer the consequences later.

Opening the door to your apartment, Zeke softly laid you onto your bed, leaving and only returning with a cold cloth. He ran the course material over your face, clearing away the dried sweat and cooling your body as much as possible. Your eyes were still barely open, but you could make out his features. He looked stressed, and you felt terrible for placing him in such a predicament.

"Zeke…"

His head shot toward you. Laying the material over your forehead, he said, "Yes, Lyla?"

"I-I'm sorry…" was all you said.

He traced the contour of your face. "For what, muffin? You haven't done anything."

"For…" You swallowed and grimaced; the pain was becoming too much. "For getting sick," you managed to say.

Zeke laughed. "Really? Fuck it, Lyla, you're sick, not like you chose to suffer." He leaned down and kissed your cheek.

"No…you'll get…what I have…if you do that."

The man only smiled. "Don't give two shits about that either, sweetheart. Now, how about some soup for the sick girl?" Nodding instead of speaking, you agreed as you hadn't eaten anything all day, having skipped out on breakfast and had collapsed before lunch. Zeke had left you alone, knowing you did not have soup in your kitchen, and as he left, the man demanded you try, and get some sleep. You scoffed, not knowing if it would happen, but the moment he had left, you were instantly falling asleep, only to be awoken sometime later.

Having returned with the soup as promised, Zeke assisted you with eating. He guided you to sit higher up in bed, affectionately blew your soup because it was too hot, and decided to cuddle you in bed to help you fall asleep again.

Come morning, you felt much, much better. Not perfect, but Zeke was still there to help guide you to a healthy recovery.

WHEN THEY ARE SICK

It was bound to happen, and you knew it would. Zeke Jaeger had gotten sick and had obtained the annoying ailment from you. You had been sick for a total of two days, and within a day after that, Zeke had started showing signs.

It had started the following evening after you started feeling better. Zeke had made the decision to stay with you for a few days to keep an eye on you, and that's when you heard the tiny cough escape past his lips. Having ignored that, the same cough turned into a hard cough, soon followed by sniffles, sneezes, and shivers. Before even checking his forehead, you knew the man would have a fever. If you were to go off of the cold you had, then Zeke, for sure, would soon have a fever. Hauling the man to your bed, you had him lay down. Despite his weak and futile attempts to persuade you that he was, indeed, not sick, the moment your hand touched the skin upon his forehead told you otherwise.

"Zeke Jaeger, you are one hundred percent sick."

"Aw, fuck…" The man growled but curled tighter into your sheets, claiming his side of the mattress. "So, what, does that mean you'll take care of me, too?"

"I'll take care of you just as you took care of me."

"You won't get sick again if you get too close?"

"Nah," you lovingly stroked the side of his face. "It's already been in my system. It'll take a few weeks or a few months for me to get sick again."

Just as he was about to speak, Zeke sneezed. Handing him a tissue, the man cleared his nose, the skin turning red from agitation as you laughed. "Alright, mister…you gave me the best soup ever; how does that sound to you?"

"No, I want steak."

This surprised you. "Steak? Sorry, cutie, but that's gonna have to wait until you're all better. No way in hell am I gonna cook you steak with the possibility that you might throw it up."

"I won't throw it up, I promise!"

"That's still a no from me, handsome." You leaned down and kissed his burning forehead. "We still have some leftover soup; let me heat that up quickly, ok?"

The man grumbled as he curled tighter into the comforter. "Can I at least have some bread…?"

"You can have one slice of bread, but that's it."

"Yay."

"But you must eat most of your soup before having it."

"…damn."

WHEN YOU WAKE UP FROM A NIGHTMARE

"ZEKE!"

Suddenly screaming into the stillness of the night, you awoke, sweat dripping down the sides of your face as you straightened in bed. Besides you, Zeke stirred, slowly at first, but when he realized you were now awake, the man moved quickly. Turning on the bedside lamp, the man was prompted to ascertain that something wasn't right.

Cupping your cheeks, he brought your face close to his. "Lyla, muffins, what's wrong? What happened?"

Lip trembling, you didn't want to remember the images your mind just conjured, what it forced you to see. Instead, you wrapped your arms around the man you loved and fell into his embrace. Seeking solace, all you wanted was to be hugged, which is exactly what Zeke did. Engulfing you in his arms, the man rubbed his fingers along your spine, whispering soft words into your ear as you gently cried.

Several minutes passed when you hiccuped, pulling away from your man as you cleared your face. Standing, Zeke suddenly left the room, alone to appear a moment later with a glass of water. Handing it to you, you were slow in taking a sip but were soon gulping down half of the glass's contents. Setting it aside on your nightstand, you stared at the ceiling of Zeke's bedroom. You had stayed over, and it had been a normal night. The two of you had a lovely dinner followed by some romantic time, and then, you were asleep. But, the nightmare was soon upon you, and there was nothing you could do to escape the grimy clutches of your dreams.

"Lyla…are you ok?"

You wanted to say yes, explain that you were, indeed, fine, but you weren't. What you saw shook you to your core. "I…it was a nightmare."

"Must've been pretty bad to have woken you up like that."

You nodded in agreement. "I…" Fresh tears grew in the corner of your eyes. "It was the day you took control of the Beast Titan. We were fine; you were suddenly now a titan, but you were…I imagined you in a battle." You swallowed. "You were in your titan form, and you were fighting this man who could fly. But he didn't have wings? I dunno what it was…but the two of you were fighting, and he was tearing you apart with a sword limb by limb. The last thing I remember was your head being cut off and…and I woke up screaming."

Pulling you into his lap, you squealed as his hands were suddenly around you, holding you tightly. Kissing all over your face, the man was relentless to the point your tears soon faded, and there was a small smile on your lips.

"My silly muffin," Zeke said, dropping another kiss to the top of your head. "Oh, Lyla…sometimes your imagination surprises even me. Are you worried about me having to go to the Devil Island in the next few weeks?"

What he said was true. There hadn't been any word from the four Warriors they had sent to Paradis nearly five years ago. It had been deemed by the military that Zeke and Pieck were to travel and bring home the missing Warriors. You were to stay here, ever awaiting his return, whenever possible. You didn't like the thought of Zeke leaving you, having had him by your side since meeting him all those years ago.

Nodding, you leaned against his frame. "I don't like the thought of you going."

The man sighed, holding you close to him. "Nothing will happen, Lyla. Give me a few weeks there, and I will return home with our missing Warriors before you even know it. Besides, people flying without wings? Is that even possible?"

"I mean…you are going to Paradis, the Devil Island. Who knows what you'll find over there."

"Not much, I can tell you that."

"But, still! Zeke, what about - !"

He silenced you with a kiss. "Lyla, listen to me…I have my orders, I have to go and bring the others back. As the leading Warrior and the main titan here on Marley, I have to follow what I've been told to do. But I promise you…" The man cupped your cheek and brought it close to his. "I promise I will return home to you. The moment I come home, I'm taking you away on that nice vacation we've been discussing."

"You…you promise?"

"I do. We'll go wherever you like. We'll go to the beach, the mountains, we can go camping…wherever my muffin would like."

"No, Zeke, not that…you promise to return to me?"

Nuzzling your cheek with his nose, the man smiled softly, fully aware of your sudden fear. "With my life, I promise I will return to you."

WHEN YOU HAVE A FIGHT

You had been there even before the ship arrived. Word had soon spread that the ship Zeke and Pieck had taken to Paradis would soon dock. Magaath had released you early so you could head down to the docks to meet him there, and the moment you saw him leave the deck was when you broke down. He had kept his promise and returned to you intact. You curled into his body and then hugged the titan to death, loving the way his arms held you. You had missed him these past few months. Oh yeah, the original few weeks the man thought he would be gone had actually turned into several months. But he was now back in your arms, and the two of you were together again.

However, not even one day had passed since his return, and he was already back in his office taking urgent orders from Magaath.

In the time before leaving, the man had promised he would take you somewhere once he returned. Although the thought was appealing, you didn't care about some damn trip. If anything, what you wanted was at least several days with the man to yourself before having to come back to command and work. Fucking hell, the man had just returned home, and they already expected him to start working his ass off again.

So there you were, standing before Zeke's desk, arms crossed as the man worked on finishing a fresh pile of paperwork that had just been delivered.

"Are you not even going to ask for at least one day off? I mean, Zeke…you just got back!"

The man didn't even glance your way as he peered at the numerous papers crowding his desk. "I'm very well aware, Lyla, but there's not much I can do now, is there?"

Stunned, your arms dropped. "Not much you can…? I'm sorry, have you even tried talking to Magaath about this? Or was having to return back to work after just coming home good enough for you?"

Zeke dropped his pen, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "What is it you're wanting me to say, Lyla?"

"I want you to admit that you deserve at least several days off. This is ridiculous, Zeke, and you know it!"

"What's ridiculous about it, Lyla? Because I'm not understanding what has your panties all tied up."

"…excuse me?"

"I'm not the one who's bitching about me returning to work. I've been gone a few months, and this is how you treat me?" Standing from his seat, the man slammed his hands against his desk. "Or does this have anything to do with the trip I promised you all those months ago? Huh? Well, what is it then? Tell me!"

Too stunned to speak, you stood there motionless, unsure what to say. "I don't…" Your voice turned quiet. "It's not about the trip, Zeke," you whispered. "I wish to spend some time with you now that you are back…"

"Well, that's time I don't have, Lyla. So either you can stay here and not speak another word, or you can leave."

Tears formed in the corner of your eyes, threatening to fall. Reclaiming his seat, Zeke didn't say another word. Watching him was painful. Yes, you had wanted to spend time with him. That part was true, but if anything at all, you just wanted the man to have several days to himself. God knows what the hell he witnessed while trying to bring Reiner home; if anything, he deserved a few days to himself, goddammit!

Sniffling, you covered your mouth. Hearing your quiet sobs, Zeke peered upward, cringing when he noticed the tears coursing down your cheeks. He was about to speak when you turned and ran out of his office.

"Lyla?! LYLA!"

He called after you and zoomed around his desk, but you were long gone by the time he reached the door.

WHEN YOU MAKE UP

After leaving Zeke's office, you hightailed it out of Headquarters, glaring at Magaath as you passed him. Racing home, you threw the door open, locked it behind you, and curled on the couch, just crying your eyes out. In the years you had known him, Zeke rarely, if ever, raised his voice at you. Hell, he rarely raised his voice at anyone, and if he did, you were the exception. But it wasn't the fact that he had yelled at you. No, it was the words he used.

You could admit that you were probably bring pushy and might have sounded a little bitchy, but all that came from a good place from your heart. Yes, you had wanted nothing more than to spend your free time with the man you loved. But because you loved him, you also enjoyed the man to have some time off before returning to work. He walked off the boat yesterday and was now back as if he hadn't just spent the last several months away from you or his work. At the moment, you felt he was preferring work over you.

Then, there was a knock on the door, soon followed by the person's voice. "…Lyla? Lyla, I know you're in there…" Of course, it was Zeke.

Not knowing whether to answer the door or curl tighter into the blanket, you decided to stand. Since Zeke had a key, it was only a matter of time before the man let himself in before you permitted him to do so. But the longer it took you to reach the door, the more you realized he wouldn't do so. He waited patiently outside, waiting for you to answer your door. Placing your hand against the wood, you leaned your head forward. "…what do you want," you said lowly but loud enough that he could hear.

It was quiet for a moment. Whether he was thinking or didn't know what to say, you couldn't tell. "…I came to apologize," he said after several moments of silence.

Swallowing, you unlocked the door and opened it only slightly, just enough to stare at the man outside. "Are you even sorry for what you said?"

Zeke eagerly nodded. "I-I am…Lyla, please…let me in so we can talk."

"Are you sure my panties won't be too twisted for you?"

Wincing at your words made Zeke remember precisely what he said to you before you left. "No, never. What I said was wrong, and I want to properly apologize for what I have done."

You closed the door in his face. Taking a deep breath, you opened the door fully and stepped to the side, tilting your head so Zeke knew he could enter your apartment. He stepped inside, and you closed the door behind him, not giving him a look as you sat on the edge of the couch. Silence took control, releasing its heavy tension across the air. Blinking, you thought Zeke would have said something by now, so you closed your eyes, waiting for him to apologize and for you to ignore his cries.

When you next opened your eyes, you reeled backward; Zeke now stood before you. How and when he snuck before you, you would never know.

Reaching his hand to grasp your cheek, the man pulled back at the last second, dropping it to his side. His eyes stared into yours, switching between the two while his mouth opened and closed. "Lyla…" Stepping away, he grasped the side of his head, running fingers through his hair in frustration. You watched, unsure of what the man was currently thinking. "Lyla, I can't say anything other than I am sorry. I was a fucking asshole for speaking to you the way I did, and I am…so unbelievably sorry."

You eyed him curiously, brushing away tears still leaking from your eyes. You refrained from speaking. The man needed to know how much he hurt you.

Knowing you wouldn't speak, Zeke continued. "You were right, well, are right. I should have said something; I should have talked to Magaath or anyone else about taking a few days off. But I've…" Growling, the man turned away, and you couldn't tell why. When next he glanced back at you some minutes later, you reeled. Zeke Jaeger was crying. It was slight, but the tears were there nonetheless.

It was your turn for your mouth to fall open.

"All I can say is I'm sorry. I was rude, inconsiderate, and I was the asshole. You just wanted some time with me, and I made it seem like I cared about work more than you." Taking one step forward, Zeke clasped his hands around yours, and you let him. "Please understand, Lyla, that I don't. I don't care more about work than you. You are the most important thing in my life, and I have missed you so fucking much these last few months. It was…so hard being away from you for so long."

Removing one hand, you grasped his cheek, rubbing the thumb against his skin. "I should apologize, too."

Zeke's eyes widened. "What? Why you muffin?"

The use of your nickname had you smiling. "Because I was being too pushy. I never asked why you didn't want to take time off and just assumed, so…I'm also sorry."

Quickly, Zeke kissed your forehead before placing his against yours. "Oh no, no, sweetheart, no…I'm the asshole in this situation, and I take full blame."

Tightening your hold on his cheek, you pulled Zeke forward, landing your lips against his, and then just as fast, ripped apart. "Zeke, I…I really missed you."

"I missed you too, Lyla. So very, very much. Do you…" The man rarely, if ever, used his infamous puppy eyes on you, but when he did, he meant business. Widening his eyes the best he knew, Zeke stared you down as he puffed his lips. "Do you forgive me?"

It was at that moment your stomach rumbled. Chuckling, you said, "Feed me, and I'll forgive you."

WHEN YOU'RE ON YOUR PERIOD

"YOU HAVE GOT TO BE FUCKING KIDDING ME!"

Screaming to the high heavens, you dropped your face into your hands just as Zeke ran into your bathroom.

Hand reaching out toward you, he asked, "What?! What's going on?! Is everything ok?"

"No, everything's not ok!" You cried, tears coursing down your cheeks. You had been in the middle of getting ready for your date with Zeke. It had been an important date as this was your anniversary with the man. It had been postponed by several weeks because he had been on Paradis. You finally had some time off that overlapped with each other and decided you would celebrate this weekend. Lo and behold, as you were getting ready, you felt something trickle down the side of your leg, knowing all too well what it was before spotting the red liquid running down the inside of your thigh.

Not quite sure what to do, Zeke stepped forward to hold you close, but the man sensed you were not in a hugging mood, deciding to take a step backward instead. "W-Well…is there…anything I can do to help?"

His words are what started the waterworks.

One tear fell soon, followed by another, and a river of tears soon left your eyes. "I'm sorry," you whispered. "I'm sorry I ruined everything!"

"Ruined everything…? Lyla, what're you…?" Then his eyes found the container on the counter, the same glass jar where you kept all your feminine hygiene products. Zeke could only smile when connecting the dots, wrapping one arm around your shoulder as he pulled you close. "Oh, you silly woman. You're blaming yourself for starting your period?"

"I, I mean…!" You peered upward at the man only for him to shake his head. Zeke kissed your nose and smiled.

"Lyla…You have not ruined anything. You started your period, sow hat? That's natural, and it happens every month. Maybe that was poor planning on our part for not seeing it sooner, but who cares?"

"Who cares? B-But our evening! Dinner and the plans we had afterward…!"

Cupping your cheeks, Zeke brought your face close to his until your noses were touching. "Listen to me, Lyla. When you screamed, I thought something truly terrible was happening in here. You started your period, and that is fine. We can still go to dinner, can we not? And we can still head to the park, right? What's stopping us?"

"I…" Your cheeks grew red from embarrassment. You hated this time of the month, dreading it in the coming days. You were even surprised you hadn't noticed the symptoms beforehand - the slight bloated feeling in your stomach, the cramping, and increased appetite. "I'm sorry," you mumbled.

"Oh, my dear muffin," Zeke kissed you again, holding you even tighter. "Would you feel better if we ordered and ate it here?" You nodded your head, then shook it side-to-side quickly, causing the man to chuckle. "Hah, well, which is it, my muffin?"

"I mean…staying in sounds wonderful too, but we've had this evening planned…"

"We will do whatever you want. I want you to be comfortable, Lyla," he kissed your forehead for emphasis.

Eyes darting back and forth, you considered your options momentarily before speaking. "I've been looking forward to this night for at least a week. So…let's go out and have fun!" You genuinely smiled. Cramps and bleeding be damned! They would not ruin your date night!

Zeke loved seeing that spark in your eyes. "And you're sure this is what you want?" You smiled. "Then you better finish getting ready; our reservation starts soon."

WHEN YOU LEAVE FOR A FEW DAYS

Though you had practically no relationship with your parents, as they had been abusive toward each other and you your entire life, that didn't stop you from having a relationship with other family members. Your best friend and favorite cousin lived in another city about two hours away by train. Recently, you received a letter from your cousin asking you to spend several days with them so you could meet their fiancé. Happily, you had written back expressing your eagerness to see them and their soon-to-be husband. Receiving the allotted time off from work, you had the dates planned and just had to wait for the weekend to arrive.

Zeke had walked you to the train station where you departed in the morning. You were leaving on a Friday morning and would return by Tuesday evening. Despite not wanting you to go, Zeke was understanding as he knew your cousin was the only family member you were close with, and the relationship you shared with them was significant. From your spot, you waved goodbye to your lover as the train began to move, soon leaving the station and Zeke behind.

As he watched you go, the Beast Titan was unhappy. You had already survived him being away for several months when he left to go to Paradis, and he had to leave you. Now, you left him behind, which left a sour taste in the man's mouth. Walking home from the station, Zeke kicked rocks he found along the road, suddenly saddened by your absence. The man loved you more than anything, even his position as the head Warrior.

At this point, the two of you had moved in together, agreeing that Zeke's apartment was closer to Headquarters and larger than yours, which is why you moved into his. As the man walked through the door, he could smell the perfume you had worn that morning as if you were still there. But as he called out your name, the man was reminded that he was alone for the next several days. What made things worse was that he had the next two days off and didn't quite know what he would do with this time he had to himself.

Deciding to have an early lunch, Zeke maneuvered around the kitchen, seeing you everywhere he went. Why was it easier to go to Paradis than it was being in your shared apartment? Consuming his lunch as quickly as he could, Zeke tossed the dishes into the sink before leaving once more. The apartment was too damn quiet, and he didn't like being there on his own. He smoked two cigarettes before being next to the infamous tree in your park. Taking a seat against the trunk, Zeke offered himself a third smoke, which he inhaled before tossing aside the burnt end. Glancing up at the sky, Zeke groaned.

"Just come back, Lyla."

No one answered. Around Zeke, couples walked around the park, and children played catch. As he watched them, the Beast Titan was reminded of all those years ago when he found you sitting at the base of this very tree where he introduced himself to you. That day, he had zero intention of talking to others at the park, but he remembered you looking so sad down at your baseball that he just had to say something. And by fucking god, was he glad that he had done so. Never in a million years did the man think that the person he met that day would eventually become his best friend and lover.

The sound of laughter tore Zeke from his thoughts.

"I miss you, Lyla. Forget about your cousin; no one cares about her getting married; just come home, come back to me."

He knew you couldn't hear him, but he was still hopeful that you would catch the tail end of his voice in the next city over.

WHEN YOU'RE DRUNK

"Hey Zeke, Lyla! I've already got Colt; let's grab some drinks!"

Porco caught you and Zeke at the end of your shift, leading you to stay at the bar until midnight. The four of you had instantly grabbed a booth the moment you walked in and had continuous drinks filtered toward your table by the local hostess. The table was littered with empty glasses and baskets of fried food. You were thankful it was a Friday and could spend most of the following day in bed as you didn't have to report back to work until Monday.

You were on your fifth beer when Colt suddenly grabbed everyone's attention.

"Hey, I got a great idea!" His words were almost slurring. The man was starting to love drinking but was almost still a lightweight. "We should play a drinking game."

Taking a swig from your mug, you chuckled. "And if we did, what game should we play?"

"Never have I ever!" Porco grinned, slamming his glass against the table.

Zeke raised an eyebrow. "I don't follow," he said.

"It's easy," Colt hiccuped. "I'll say something I've never done, but if you've done it, you have to take a drink."

"Oh," Zeke chuckled. "Sounds easy 'nough."

"It may be easy with normal beer," Porco added. "But if we're gonna do this, then we're gonna have some fun." Calling over the closest waitress, he said, "A bottle of whiskey, please, and four shot glasses." A moment later, the waitress returned with the requested items as Porco filled everyone's tiny glass to the brim.

Glancing down at the whiskey-filled glass, you smirked. Confused but excited to see if you could outlast everyone. "So, we take a sip or down the entire shot?"

Porco's grin turned evil as Colt laughed. "You down the whole shot," he said. "Here, I'll go first: never have I ever smoked a cigarette."

Sighing, you grasped the shot glass, tilted your head backward, and downed the contents in one swallow. Grimacing against the alcoholic contents, your face puckered, almost as if you ate something sour. Whiskey wasn't your go-to drink, as you preferred something lighter like beer. Glancing around the table, you noticed the other three shot glasses were still full. "What the hell? Am I the only one who hasn't smoked a cigarette?!"

"Well, you're dating the king of smoking," Colt pointed at Zeke.

"And he gave me one to try," Porco also pointed at Zeke.

"And I found him stealing one from my pack one night," Zeke pointed to Colt.

"Wait, you were there?! I don't remember that!"

"You were drunk that night, you dumbass."

"Oh shit," you mumbled. Sighing, you then said, "Ok, who goes next?"

"We'll make it fair and go around the table. But that's the game. The loser at the end is the one who has drunk the most."

And that's how the rest of your night went. It was nearing midnight when you started your little game, and it was way after one in the morning when Zeke decided to call it a night. Colt had passed out nearly half an hour ago, Porco was hiccuping like a madman, Zeke was acting as if everything was normal, and you? You could barely keep your head upon your shoulders, and it was ready to slam straight into the table.

Glancing at his watch, Zeke pulled money out from his pocket and dropped wads of cash onto the table, knowing Porco and Colt would pay him back come Monday. "Alright, gents, that's enough from me and the lady."

"Aww, Z-Zeke!" Porco hiccuped several times in a row, dropping his head onto his palm, head bouncing up and down. "I-I-It's too early to l-leave." All the while, Colt was snoring beside the Jaw Titan. And as he was snoring, you were starting to giggle uncontrollably.

"Sorry man, I gotta get Lyla home. She is shitfaced drunk, and if she drinks anymore, trust me, she's gonna start moaning like crazy after the giggles die down."

This had the man laughing. "I get the giggling, b-b-but s-she starts m-moaning? That s-sounds hot as h-hell."

"Watch it, man, that's my girl you're talking about."

Porco held his hands up high. "Sorry, Z-Zeke, meant no offense."

"None taken." You suddenly dropped your head to the table and released an unordinary loud moan, causing half of the remaining patrons of the bar to turn and stare at you. Zeke merely shook his head as Porco began laughing his ass off. What made it worse was you moaned several more times and called your lover's name each time.

"Ha! You weren't fucking kidding!"

~ oOo ~

I will admit the longer I wrote, the more I liked writing my version of Zeke. Again, I tried keeping him as his actual character, but Zeke was hard.

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