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𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐬

    ➻𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘨𝘰. Mikasa, Sasha, and you, all kept in touch with the boys for the first few months. You and Connie talked to each other damn near everyday, whether it was a call, a text, or him sending you a letter or postcard from wherever he was on tour. But eventually the letters and postcards slowed and so did the texts and calls.

You slowly forgot about each other, until you would get reminded of each other's existence once every other month because of social media. Regardless you still kept some of his letters and post cards tucked away in an antique, silver plated, jewelry box. So that whenever you needed a pick me up, you would have a go to way.

    This night was one of those times you needed a pick me up. You had two box braids appointments back to back, that were followed by three silk press appointments and one wig install appointment. You loved what you did but you had no time to rest at all.

So, as soon as you got home, you headed straight up to your room. You plopped yourself down at your desk that held a bunch of your books, the jewelry box where you kept the letters, some of your old and new journals, your crystal collection, laptop, and everything in between.

    You pull out a key from the top drawer of the desk and use it to unlock the jewelry box, revealing all of the postcards and letters you accumulated. You close your eyes and move your fingers through the box, so that you could pull one out at random. You stopped and grabbed one and slowly opened your eyes to see a red envelope. You open the envelope and begin to read.

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Dear (y/n)

𝘚𝘜𝘗𝘙𝘐𝘚𝘌 𝘚𝘏𝘈𝘞𝘛𝘈𝘠. 𝘸𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘑𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘯 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸. 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘺 . 𝘪 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 & 𝘪 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘪 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦. 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘈𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘢 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵.

𝘌𝘳𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 (𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘪 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥). 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘑𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘭. 𝘪 𝘣𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘮 𝘔𝘪𝘬𝘢𝘴𝘢.

𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧, 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘔𝘪𝘬𝘢𝘴𝘢 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘚𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘢 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 ? 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘩 𝘪𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘪 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘶 𝘨𝘶𝘺𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘥𝘢𝘺. 𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘶, 𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦. 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦.

𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘥. 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦 𝘢 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘱𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦. 𝘴𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪 𝘢𝘮. 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵. 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘪𝘮 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘮 𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘭 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳. 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦. 𝘱𝘭𝘶𝘴 𝘶'𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘤𝘦. 𝘰𝘬𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘴.

-Connie <3

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    You smile, folding up the letter. You then put your fingers back into the envelope and pull out a now dried up cherry blossom petal. It grew old but you never threw it away. You placed the petal back into the red envelope along with the letter and put it back into the box. Then, you searched the box for a post card. You finally find one but this one is from the first show they played on tour. They were in Hawaii.

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    YURRR. we in hawaii wit it. the beaches here top the ones back home. u have to come out here next time we go. i saw this shop where they sold crystals on the beach and you can like charge them in the sun. the sun is always out. except for like a few times but even when it rained it was pretty. i met some people in a village. they were rlly welcoming and the food was BUSSIN.

oh yeah our show, our show was pretty cool. 𝘪 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘱𝘦. it ended up running for longer because they would want encores and stuff. eren says he misses your hair care days and armin said he misses u braiding his hair when u were bored. but i miss your hair cuts g deadass. but anyways thats really it. imma put a picture of eren and armin in tourist shirts in the envelope. they're mad corny but yea i gtg we have an interview to go to. love u.

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        As you begin to put the postcard away and lock the box, you look over at your phone. It was 9 p.m. You decided that it was time for bed since you had a few appointments tomorrow. You flicked on your galaxy projector, walked over to your bathroom, tied up your long lockout butterfly locs, and ran yourself a hot shower.

You squeezed some of your vanilla body wash onto your wash rag and rubbed it all over your naked body. You watched as the suds and water streamed from off your breasts, down your legs, and to the floor. You finished up and wrap a towel around your body, walking back to your bedroom. You went into your dresser and pulled out a sports bra and a pair of panties. You slip both of them on and throw yourself onto your bed. You snuggle yourself into bed and drift to sleep.

𝘊𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘦'𝘴 𝘗𝘖𝘝 ⋆

"Fuck," Connie hisses at himself as he realizes he stumbled on a lyric. Connie was doing what he had normally been doing on Friday nights recently, which was write new songs for the band's debut album. He's been up in his hotel room since earlier that day, as soon as he got back from the group's practice. In this moment, he decided to take a quick break or he was going to drive himself insane.

He put away his song book and pencil and turned to his phone. He picked up the device, unlocked it, and began to scroll through his extensive contact list. It was filled with different girls he probably met up or got with once but never contacted again, his manager and publicist, and his closest friends.

As for the girls, he never felt the need to hit them up again mainly because they didn't do anything for him beyond a sexual point. They were just airheads that were willing to be a groupie.

He scrolled past their names and everyone else's, until his eyes landed on your name. He hasn't talked to you in a while and he knew that you might be sleep right now, but he figured it was worth a shot. So, he tapped your contact and began to Facetime you. The phone rang a few times. As he began to give up, you answered.

𝘉𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘛𝘰 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘗𝘖𝘝 ⋆

"Hello ?" You answered your phone in a raspy soft voice. Your eyes were squinting due to the phone's brightness. You didn't even check who the caller was so you were surprised to see Connie looking back at you from the other side of the screen.

"Damn you were knocked out huh ? It's cool I can just call back some other time," Connie said.

"Nah it's cool. What's up with you though. I haven't heard from you in a minute." You get out of your bed and go to sit at your desk, turning on the led lights that were wrapped around your room.

"Nothing really," he pauses to sit his phone up, "and yeah I'm sorry about that. I've just been so busy with tour, practice, interviews, and writing songs."

"It's fine. You a big superstar now. By the way, the people at my shop love to watch ya'll little talk show interviews." You softly laugh to yourself as you recall the time a client of Mikasa's made ya'll turn the TV up so she can fully hear "Jean's pretty voice".

"Oh word ? How is the shop doing by the way ?" Connie began to sit back and spin himself around his office chair.

"Business has been booming recently. It's going really good," you reply. You propped your elbows up onto the desk and rested your head on your head, slightly tilting it.

"That great. I'm proud of you," he pauses for a moment tilting his head so that he could mimmic the way your head was positioned, to full look at you. "Hey you wanna hear some of a song I wrote ?"

" You really wanna share it with me ?"

"Of course but anyways lemme play this shit." Connie reaches behind the desk to pull out one of his guitars. This one was a classic brown guitar that had a glossy finish and was decked out with different of stickers from different airports across the world. He tuned it up a little, and looked back at you, "Okay, you ready ?" You nod your head. He takes a deep breath and begins to play.

(𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘵𝘰 18 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘴)

He began to play and serenade you. His soft, beautiful singing voice combined with the melodic sounds of his guitar, filled your ears. With each lyric and each strum of the strings, your heart fluttered more and more, reminding you of why you had had a crush on this boy since you've met. Bottom line the song sent you into euphoria. You analyzed each lyric with caution and anticipation.

𝐢 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐦𝐞
𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐭𝐳𝐞𝐫
𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐲 𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬.
𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐭
𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐬

𝐰𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭
𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬
𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜
𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬

𝐢 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐭
𝐢𝐟 𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐧
𝐢'𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐠𝐮𝐧

(𝘱𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘣𝘤 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘬𝘢𝘺 ? 𝘮𝘬𝘢𝘺.)

With each lyric, you began to reminisce more about the past moments you and Connie shared. Like that one time he was hunched over holding his stomach in pain and only allowed you into his room to come take care of him. Or even the times when he would make the boys preform for you, Mikasa, and Sasha so that he could get your feedback on it. You then began to wonder if these lyrics had something to do with you.

You shook them off since after that part, he began to mumble a little melody, which you figured is something that he didn't finish writing.

"And that's all I have so far. So, what did you think (y/n) ?"

"Uh. It was great, Con. One of my new favorites."

"Good because it was the song I promised you on the beach."

You raised your eyebrows and your jaw slowly dropped. "Really ?"

"Yeah. Imma ask Armin to help me finish it. I was planning on having us perform it when we did a show at home. You guys are coming to that by the way."

"Mmm I don't know Connie. It depends on how many appointments I have that day."

"I didn't give you an option. You're coming and I'll make sure someone gets you there."

"So what I'm hearing is you're gonna kidnap me ?"

Connie shrugs his shoulders. "If that's what it takes, then yes."

"Yeah whatever." You begin to yawn slightly, revealing how tired you actually were. Suddenly, you hear a group of loud men enter Connie's room.

"YO CON WE'RE BACK," Eren said as he walks into the camera and looks down at you. "Is that (y/n) ? HEY BITCH."

"Wassup biiitcchhhh," you say in a soft tired voice.

"WAIT YOU SAID (Y/N)," Jean rushes over to the phone. "IS MIKASA THERE WITH YOU ?"

"Hello to you too, Jean and no she's sleep right now."

Jean rolls his eyes and walks out of the camera's frame. While he walks to the other side of the room he says, "I miss you too though. And stealing your shampoo."

You begin to giggle as you yawn once more. "Aight Imma let you sleep now, okay ?" Connie says picking up the phone.

"Alright. Talk to me tomorrow though," you respond as you begin to take your phone back over to your bed and lay down.

"Of course. Goodnight (y/n)."

"Goodnight baldie. AND GOODNIGHT TO MY BABIES IN THE BACK."

You hear a few distant goodnights from Jean and Eren. Armin's voice, however, comes in ," GOODNIGHT(YN)ILOVEYOUHAVESWEETDREAMSBYE."

You laugh and give Connie one last goodnight. You hang up and slowly drift back to sleep, feeling more at peace than before.