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❝ 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐠𝐨 ❞

𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬..

Hange came to pick the four boys up from the shop in an all black G-Wagon. "Sorry to cut your day short, fellas' but Trixie is waiting for you four at the studio and you know how she hates waiting."

"Hange we couldn't have just called in sick or something ?" Eren slid his body down in his seat, dramatically.

Armin kept his head facing out of the window, looking at Hange find a parking spot. "I hate to agree but I need at least a full twenty-four hours before seeing her."

"You guys are so dramatic. Besides only person who has to really worry here is Connie," she teased as the four got out of the car.

"Yeah whatever."

They all walk into the tall building located in the midst of the bustling city. As was routine, before heading up to the study, they said hello to the lobby receptionist, Hitch. After they file into an elevator dreading what will happen when they get out.

And right on cue. The elevator doors open, revealing no one other than Trixie and her manager Erwin Smith.

"Hello boys ! It's great to see you all again." Erwin stepped out in front of Trixie to shake all of their hands. "I'm sure you guys won't mind giving Trixie a brief tour of your studio while me and Hange go over a few things."

"Actually I do-" Armin slaps his hand over Eren's mouth before he could finish his sentence.

"He's kidding. We'd be happy to, Erwin." Jean gives Erwin a small smile as they all walk ahead of Trixie, leading her to their studio, so that they could avoid talking to her as much as possible. Alas, it didn't work.

Connie had coincidentally lagged behind the group. He hasn't said a single word since they got into the building. All of that would change right now. "Hi Connie. Long time, no see." She ran her hand along his bicep that was covered by a basic black hoodie.

He quickly shook his arm to get her off, as they went into the room with the rest of the group. "Yeah. Hi," he mumbled.

(𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐮𝐫)

"Okay so this is the studio. Here's where, I guess we'll all be working together." Armin motioned his hand around the mood lit room. His voice was giving very much, tour guide vibes.  It was almost like he wanted to be there.

"It's cute. Small but cute, Arnold " Trixie props herself next to Connie on the studio's couch.

"You mean Armin. Right ?"

"Oh, yeah ! Armin, Arnold. It all feels the same right." Trixie starts to giggle hysterically, while playfully hitting Connie on the shoulder.

"I mean yeah if you're in kindergarten," Armin mocks her by giggling and hitting Eren's arm in the same manner she hit Connie.

"Anyways. So Connie let's catch up." She flashes him a sweet, innocent smile.

"What is there for us to really talk about Trixie ?"

" 'Trixie' ? Come on Con' you used to call me TT."

"Heavy on the 'used to'."

"You act like such a stranger, silly. Come on, it's still the same Trixie."

"That's the problem."

Her smile suddenly turned into a straight face. "So how's your girlfriend ? The salon girl ?"

Connie kept his eyes straight, knowing where this was probably going. "Her name is (y/n) and she's the owner."

"Oh is that her name ? She kinda looks like me ya'know."

"Not at all, actually."

"Well just know if you two ever don't work out," she pauses to lean closer to his ear, "I'll be here."

"What are you two talking about over here ?" Jean to the rescue. He noticed Connie's growing frustration and uncomfortableness so he figured they were probably talking about you.

"Just about Connie's new girlfriend. She seems.. nice."

"Oh she's a treat. But I wouldn't call her new, she's always been the apple of his eye. Actually you might be able to hear the full story soon, she'll be at the label's brunch event." Jean smiles, cheekily, seeing Trixie's faked smile fade. "Connie can I talk to you for a second ?"

Connie quickly nods and gets up from the couch, following Jean to where the other boys were.

Suddenly, Connie had gotten a text. But he didn't realize that he had left his phone on the same couch where Trixie was. The screen also happened to be facing upward, so she looked at the screen, seeing that you had texted him.

𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲𝐦𝐚𝐦𝐚💘👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨🤰🏽

𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲𝐦𝐚𝐦𝐚💘👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨🤰🏽
heyy, is everything going well ?

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞

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hey girl, this must be (y/n) !
it's trixie🥰
but everything is going well here

𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲𝐦𝐚𝐦𝐚💘👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨🤰🏽
oh, glad to hear lol
any particular reason u have his phone ?

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞
oh right
he's doing something with the boys and he left his phone wit me
so i figured i'd respond haha

𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲𝐦𝐚𝐦𝐚💘👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨🤰🏽
oh makes sense.

𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 (𝐲/𝐧)

You looked down at your phone resisting every urge to be a bitch. The day at the shop had came to an early close, since you got the news of Esperanza in the hospital, and you were now trying to get a minute's peace at home before this afternoon's meeting.

So, you had decided to shoot Connie a little text, checking in on him. You were pretty caught off guard when you saw a picture of a girl's forehead but you let it be for now.

However, something about Trixie having Connie's phone did not sit right with you at all. Especially since last time you saw him, he was dreading the fact that he had to see her.

Whatever. You grabbed your notebook where you kept track of the shop's finances and began to review them so you could at least get an estimate on the amount of money you can use for the fundraiser.

The money that you did make into a budget, you split into five categories so that there was funding for refreshments, entertainment, raffles, music, and decorations. Now all that was left to do was split up everyone into teams to take care of each category, which would all be determined at the meeting.

Two hours later, the meeting starts. However, you, Sasha, Mikasa, Denise, Edna, Papi, Ramona, Niccolo and Solei, who even though you just met, wanted to help, Historia, and Ymir were sitting, for an hour, around the table waiting for the boys so you can officially start to hand out jobs.

"Has anyone heard from them ? Maybe they forgot," Sasha was tapping her fingers on the table.

"I doubt it. Jean texted me an hour ago saying they'd be here." Mikasa's eyes were glued on her phone screen. "What about you (y/n) ? Didn't you text Connie ?"

You didn't want to bring up the little Trixie thing. So you kept your response simple. "Yeah but I was only checking on him."

Suddenly, there are a few knocks at the door. You get up to answer it. Finally, the group had made it to your house so that you guys could finally start. All of their faces were drained and straight faced but Connie's face lit up when he saw you. "What's up babymomma ?" Connie wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a hug, and gave you a kiss on the cheek.

You gave him a smile in return. Despite the sweet moment, Edna was not having it. "And where the hell have ya'll been ?"

"Edna maybe we should just let them chill for now. They look rough." Ymir remarked, somewhat laughing at their faces.

"Okay let's get this started." Sasha, who was already dressed up, sat straight down into her seat.

"So, I looked over our finances and we have enough money to split into five groups. Each group will have three people. One group will be on food, one on entertainment, one on music, one on decorating, anddd one on the raffles, so like basically finding good enough prizes for us to hand out." You were looking down at the sheet of paper that you had marked all over, taking notes. "So who wants which job ?"

"I can be on food." Niccolo raised his hand.

"I'll be on food too," Edna added from across the table. You marked down both of their names to handle the food.

"Anyone else ?" You looked around the table and spotted Ramona silently and hesitantly raise her hand. You nod and mark her name down. "Alright. Next is entertainment. I can be on that."

"Oh I'll help you." Denise said.

"Yeah I can help too. I know how to facepaint." Everyone looked at Sasha with a confused face. "What ? My siblings used to have birthday parties."

You laughed and put both of their names down with yours."Okay. Music."

Papi waved his hand frantically but you pretended to not see it. He sucked his teeth. "Mmcht. (Y/n) stop playin'. You know you see my hand."

"Papi we don't want to hear your mixtape on repeat." Mikasa laughed.

"Yo stop playin' with my boy. He valid for real." Eren leaned over to Papi and dapped him up.

"Yeah see ? Me and Eren will make sure everything goes well."

"I trust you one hundred percent. However, the both of you are like Thing 1 and Thing 2. You need someone else with you," you respond.

"I can be on music too. You saw my dj skills at the beach party, " Solei offered.

"I wouldn't call making a playlist, dj skills," Niccolo jokes. She quickly flipped him off and shot you a sweet smile.

"Cool. Looks like we have our music committee. All we need is people on decorations and raffles. "

"Me and Ymir will do decorations. Right Ymir ?" Historia softly nudged Ymir.

Ymir snapped out of her daydreaming and nodded quickly.

"I'll decorate with them," Armin says.

"And that leaves Connie, Jean, and Mikasa on raffles." You write their names down as well.

"Oh God. Imma have to third wheel." Connie plopped his head onto your shoulder.

"You'll survive," you laugh.

"Okay so onto the real important stuff. What's on the menu ?" Sasha asks.