#Dagger Squad does karaoke

[teddy06]

The Dagger Squad as things my dad actually did while being in the Navy

(In no particular order)

Rooster: Break into a closed zoo during a sixteen hour stop over in Australia because he and his friends had no where else to be and they wanted to see kangaroos but the zoo wouldn’t open before they left

Phoenix: Ate a live dragonfly to prove a point to a group of recruits he was training, then denied it any time a recruit that hadn’t been in the group asked if it were true, like “where do these rumors even start”

Coyote and Hangman: won too many free pitchers of beer during a competitive darts competition at a bar in the Philippines, to the point where the restaurant ran out of pitchers, they had to start giving away beer to random people, and were forcibly separated and put into new teams

Fanboy: stuck the end of a broom to the back of his helmet, put on a red shirt and painted his face to go to a Halloween party thing with his squad as Marvin the Martian, and ended up being the only person with a real costume

Fritz: Was out too late with a group of friends in San Diego and had like forty minutes to get back to his ship before curfew, but the taxi they called could only fit so many people so he opted to run back, ended up on a random trail going in the wrong direction and almost got caught by boarder patrol trying to get back into the country because he’d gone to far and ended up in Mexico

Yale: peeled an orange so that the peel was all one long piece, ate the orange and then spent several hours crazy gluing the peel back together because he was bored

Bob: was the only person to think to bring a change of clothes in his carry on whilst leaving for a deployment, and when commercial planes ended up getting their luggage mixed up and lost was the only person in his squad to have clean clothes for two weeks

Omaha: was approached multiplie times in multiple different countries by civilians speaking the native language because they had assumed he’d been from there

Payback: got into the officers line at dinner, filled a soup bowl with shrimp and a soup bowl with cocktail sauce and then went and sat with a group of recruits and kept telling them they needed to go up and get some shrimp just to fuck with them

Harvard: meticulously collected sand from ever beach his squad landed on a in little Tabasco bottles only to give up and throw them away because he decided that it was too much work and that he didn’t like Tabasco enough to keep finishing bottles of it

Halo: got so drunk at a bar in the Philippines that he started doing karaoke to a song in Tagalog; he does not speak Tagalog nor has he ever done karaoke since

[sebsxphia]

I have another thot with a Lana del Rey song in mind, are we surprised? I don’t think so.

You’re hopelessly in love with Jake and he never seems to notice even tho it’s so obvious, everyone can tell by the way you look at him, your eyes light up whenever he’s around and your cheeks turn seven shades of red when you try to talk to him.

He's also in love with you but somehow he convinces himself that you’re not into him because how the hell could someone as sweet as you like him? That’s too good to be true.

Javy and Phoenix are so fed up with your attitude at this point because no matter how many times they tell you two that you like each other none of you can seem to believe it.

One night the whole squad decides to do something different and go to a karaoke bar, and after some drinks you finally gather the courage to go on stage and sing.

You pick one of your all time favorite songs which is “yes to heaven” by Lana del Rey and it was like the destiny finally decided to make it easy for you because you had Jake right in front of you.

When you started singing Jake swore it was like an angel was whispering in his ear, the way you pronounced so softly and delicately every verse, he couldn’t get over how angelic the lighting made you look, with your beautiful white sundress and braided hair, and oh those bambi eyes that had become his own personal Heaven, it was simply impossible for him to look at anything else but you in that moment, and safe to say that the same goes for you, you were lost in his beautiful green eyes too.

He started to get his hopes up when you sang “say yes to heaven say yes to me” because it looked like you were begging him with your eyes and your words to say yes to you.

But all became much clearer when you pointed at him in the part that says “if you go I’ll stay, you come back I’ll be right here, like a barge at sea, in a storm I stay clear cause I’ve got my mind on you” he mouths a silent “me?” You just smile and nod, Jake swears he could almost cry because his dreams finally came true and also because no one has ever declared their love for him in such a romantic and sweet way.

When you sing the final “I’ve got my mind on you” everyone’s clapping for you, the whole dagger squad is grinning and hollering because finally you confessed your feelings. Jake wastes no time and climbs up to the stage to kiss you and whisper in your ear how much he had dreamed of this same exact moment.

When it was his time to go up on stage he sang the most cheesy love song to you (but I’ll let everyone who’s reading choose their favorite one so it’s more special to them, in my case it would be one in spanish idgaf if Jake doesn’t Speak spanish, in my mind he does and sings it perfectly)

HRKWJDKWBRIWN I LOVE THIS SONG SO MUCH MY SWEET ANGEL AND I LOVE THIS THOUGHT SO MUCH TOO🥺🥺🥺🥺

this is absolutely perfect and i hope you know i’m melting in my own puddle of love and softness rn. thank you so much for this incredible thought my sweet angel 🥺🥺

jake also absolutely does sing spanish, you’re so right for that one my angel!!! 😌💖💗

[fyrewalks]

He wakes to a punishing hangover. A god-awful, earth-tilting, death-would-be-kinder sort of hangover. One that, as the night filters back to him in hazy bits and pieces, is well deserved. Mostly through long built-up muscle memory, Bob reaches for his glasses on the nightstand only to be met with nothing. He groans. Right - broken. Crushed under Seresin’s heel. It’s a problem, he decides, that can be dealt with later as nausea forces him to the bathroom. His knees ache by the time he thinks he’s through the worst of it and he has to sit down halfway through his shower to not risk puking again. A trip to the ER because he cracked his head open isn’t going to make this weekend better. 

Fuzzy as the night’s memories are, Bob remembers most of it. He loses track after Seresin left; he can’t account for how he got home in one piece or if he has Nat or another member of the Dagger Squad to thank. For all their sakes, Bob hopes it was neither. Nat might accept whatever non-answer he can give her about what happened, but the others won’t be as forgiving. Rooster, maybe. Probably not Coyote or Fanboy. Bob can’t chase away the wild look in Seresin’s eyes, the image of him licking blood off his thumb, nor his haunting words. Oh, does he try - when he’s finally capable of functioning without throwing up or flinching at too loud a sound, he strips his bedding and cleans the accommodation till it’s spotless. He punishes himself with a seven-mile run on Sunday hoping the rhythmic pounding of his feet will drown out the messy thoughts in his head. It doesn’t. 

When they return to work, Bob feels too exposed without his glasses to hide behind. He decided after his run on Sunday that his glasses were officially a lost cause. Even if they were still miraculously there behind the karaoke bar, he didn’t have his hopes up and he was reluctant to even go back. It didn’t leave him with many options. After an hour of wearing them, he realized his old, backup pair were too outdated, the old prescription leaving everything with a tinge of blurriness. He’d never be able to fly with them nor was he going to be a dick who wore their sunglasses inside, prescription or not. It left him with only one option - contacts. Contacts he only had because he lost a bet to Duck, his front seater on the Eagles. Duck was a good pilot, a good friend, even if he kept insisting that if Bob got rid of the glasses, he might have a better time on the dating front. Bob’s still not convinced, but he’s thankful the ensuing teasing from the Dagger Squad focuses on his glasses and taunts that his callsign should be changed to BYOB - bring your own bottle. No one even hints about his and Seresin’s trip out back behind the bar or any kissing. 

It’s relieving, but the relief doesn’t last long. The hops are brutal. Their detachment officially extended into a training season, their flying has relaxed to some degree with no mission spots on the line. But Seresin leaves them hanging during drills and singles them out during dog fights. Bob’s sick of the tone by the week’s end. He’s angry at himself too. Nat vents her frustrations and there’s nothing he can do to take the blame. He can’t explain that he’s the source of Seresin’s ire. I'll make sure you never fly again. And I can make that fucking happen, Floyd. Bob couldn’t exactly ask anyone if those words held weight, besides the intensity in which Seresin had said them, but google told him enough to know that Seresin had connections. So, Bob keeps silent, he lets the teasing roll off his back, and hopes the kiss would fade from both their memories. 

It doesn’t take much from Nat or Rooster to talk him into the road trip. He agrees to it, figuring it’ll be a welcome distraction. (The harder Bob tries not to think about the kiss, the more he thinks about it. The more he thinks about Seresin’s wild eyes and how, for a split second, Bob had thought he might’ve pushed him against the wall to kiss him back.) It’s not till he’s crammed into the very back that he realizes the fatal flaw - it wasn’t a trio exclusive invite but the entire Dagger Squad. Fuck him. 

He tries to hunch lower in his seat, letting the others field Seresin’s question. Bob’s curious too. Not that he’ll ask as much; no, he’s content to sit back and watch. Until Seresin’s forced into the back with him.

“Come on, let me drive or something,” he offers. Bob had offered when they had first picked him too. 

“Nah, BYOB. You might have a flask back there,” Machado responds, winking in the rearview mirror, and sends snickers throughout the car. 

If he did, which he certainly didn’t as he was firmly back to water-only, he wasn’t sharing with them. Bob glares at the back of their heads but accepts his fate without further complaint. 

“Guess you’re a back seater, now,” he mutters, sneaking his first proper glance at Seresin. Bob reaches for his backpack down at his feet and pulls out headphones. He stuffs them in his ears and queues up his go-to playlist. Maybe, he’ll be lucky, and they’ll, particularly Hangman, will let him be. It’s foolish, wishful thinking.

"𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍' 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐍' 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐎 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐃, 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 𝐁𝐎𝐘?" jake scoffs. his record speaks for itself, and he'd be damned if a back-seater dared to so much as compare track records. he could even drag the fight out and remind floyd how everything that he'd been trying to drill into rooster's big dumb ass head had been right all along---- that mission needed to be flown by confident pilots who could imitate maverick and fly by impulse. it must get to everyone that jake made his point all the while earning another air-to-air kill like this pilot shit was a game set on easy mode to him. furthermore, he stands on his perspective that even though maverick chose the personalities he very well liked for the job, that he didn't choose the most accurate pilot or wingman. he'll probably disagree with mav's decision for the remainder of his goddamn naval career---- but why did floyd CARE? why did he want to harm jake's career when their jobs were far enough apart to make bob's input all but obsolete to him?

"if you're so confident in... whatever it is you're claiming to 'bring to the team', then why bother gettin' in my face with the fucking attitude, huh? son? what're we even arguing about?" blond brows slant in a deep frown. if bob's so proud to be trace's number two, then fine. walking in someone else's shadow has never been his thing, as proven by his frequent struggles to work with others. if he'd grown any sort of attachment to the dagger squad, he would readily deny it; mostly, jake was just excited to be learning from the very best even after maverick kicked his ass and it FRUSTRATED him. bob wasn't competing with him, though he wouldn't have put it past phoenix to convince him that jake seresin was 'the enemy'.

thoughts skitter to an abrupt halt as pressure lands on his toned chest: two hands splayed out across his pecs, belonging to bob. it feels both overdue and downright alarming. well, it should really be upsetting---- he should yell, make another scene. do anything except for wanting this. maybe it's the final curveball in some DEVIOUS plot that floyd's been cooking up all along, or maybe the idiot's just drunk. jake doesn't know; he's kissed, and then shoved away. looks like the back-seater's got a little more sense than jake thought, as pushing him away was the right call to make.

jake's so goddamn stunned that he can't even initially react to the shove. a good thing, because his body's telling him to plant his hands against the wall and press a knee in between bob's thighs and keep him there.... as they resolve the prior argument in hot and heavy kisses. but that's not.... them? that's not jake.

he wouldn't do that. he can't do that.

somewhere in between the sensations of hot-blooded desire and the notion of having been REJECTED, seresin begins to look frenzied. his eyes, wider than they should be, shoot in the direction of the karaoke bar. anyone could see them. they would find out jake's secret, and drag him through the mud for it. his air of invincibility would be crushed, and other people would have something vulnerable to hold over his head now.

and it would all be bob's fault.

( nevermind that he wanted it, that his lips were still throbbing for it. )

"who the fuck do you think you're playin' with?" jake snapped, snarling and jabbing his pointer finger at bob. "you tell ANYONE about this? i'll make sure you never fly again. and i can make that fucking happen, floyd."

he had to get away, and though he wasn't running, he was half-breathless by the time he stormed back into the bar. something purely visceral climbed into his chest. he's a man of following raw instinct, but he'd just ignored it there. with bob. but just because bob was okay with the world seeing him for what he truly was, didn't mean that jake was even close to being okay with it. dealing with his complicated feelings for his sexuality would mean opening up a lot of repressed shit and---- fuck. he did not come here tonight for this.

"you good?" machado found him first, brown features clouded by intense worry.

"i gotta get outta here---- i can't stay here----" for the first time since... since the suicide mission, everything seems like it's on fire and jake can't stand it. he's out of control, and bob stole it from him. he's pissed the hell off.

javy, being the good friend that he is, offers to drive jake back to housing on base, but jake refuses because he knows his best friend will have some questions. javy's had these 'questions' before, and it's always ended with a strong case of DENIAL from jake.

for the remainder of the weekend, jake spent his time affectively doing what he could to get bob out of his system. couldn't fathom how an argument turned into a kiss; it's something jake would've teased him for rather mercilessly, had he not wanted to pin floyd to that wall and pounce. moreover, bob was drunk as hell and that was probably just something that he did with guys. the thought provides more fuel for jake to hate instead of love. he's not going to crush on natasha's goddamn back-seater.

speaking of natasha and baby on board, the dagger squad continues more air combat manoeuver training once the following week rolls around. by monday, jake seems like he's back to normal---- his movie star grin that was lowkey condescending as hell and texan charm put on a facade that nothing had even happened the other night. when they train together, he's still as RUTHLESS as ever and makes sure to only leave phoenix and bob hanging this time. it's something that's noticed, particularly when phoenix goes fuming to rooster, but no one brings it to jake's immediate attention.

once the next weekend hits, jake realizes that he hasn't even thought about another girl, and that the sheer effort he's putting in just to ignore bob was causing him to think about bob even more. it's INFURIATING, so much so that he texts javy in hopes that they can have a boy's night out. just the two of them, none of the idiot squad around.

'sorry, can't,' machado texts back. 'but we should go on a road trip, though.'

it's still a boy's night out----- jake thinks. until the saturday morning arrives, and jake walks outside towards the truck to see javy and bradshaw in the two front seats. he's going to have a word later with javy about bradshaw, of all people, replacing him. right now, he's having second thoughts about this entire trip.

machado and bradshaw were grinning a little too hard, looking a little too smug for comfort.

"so, whose idea was this?" jake gave a tiny attempt at being civil as he hauled his gym bag into the trunk.

[ready-steady-freddie]

Dagger Squad Does Karaoke

Based on this original post below by @beachbabey, I decided to write a quick little thing about Dagger Squad doing karaoke. It's silly and short but I love the idea of them doing karaoke ❤️ not beta'ed!

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"Alright, alright! Another round of applause for that awesome performance!" The crowd cheered again as the singing couple jumped off the stage with huge smiles on their faces. "Next up is, uh … Fanboy? And … Sparkles!"

"That's us!" I squeaked with excitement and grabbed Fanboy's hand to get up on the tiny stage in front of the large, blank screen. 

Fanboy handed me a microphone and grinned. "You do Stevie, I'll do Lindsey, the live version?"

"As always," I replied with a grin to match his. 

We waited patiently as the intro to the song started, the sound of the iconic guitar riff filling the small room. The crowd smiled and cheered when they realised which song we were going to sing. I slapped the palm of my free hand against my thigh in rhythm with the bass in lieu of a tambourine.

I glanced at Fanboy as the first words appeared on the screen behind us and we sang in unison, "Listen to the wind blow, watch the sun rise

Run in the shadows, damn your love, damn your lies."

Doing mainly harmony vocals meant I had time to drink beer every so often while Fanboy did his thing. It always surprised me how good he was at singing, even in the higher notes, and he absolutely loved being on stage. The crowd adored him, too, and I couldn't help myself but adore him as well.

The middle solo came sneaking up on me while I was busy making funny eyes at Phoenix and Bob. Suddenly Fanboy grabbed my hand to spin me around, faster and faster as the guitar, bass and drums all melted into one glorious symphony. I felt nauseous, all the beer and drinks from earlier rising to my throat. 

"Fanboy, I'm gonna puke!" I laughed into the microphone and grabbed his shoulders. The crowd laughed and cheered. I stumbled to the edge of the stage, grabbing onto a chair to catch my breath. Fanboy closed off the song to roars of approval and applause and he came to me immediately after, Phoenix close behind him with a glass of water.

"Are you okay?" he asked with the biggest grin on his handsome face. Phoenix urged me to drink the water.

I nodded with a mouth full of water. "Yes! Oh my god, you were so good!"

"Stop," he said, rolling his eyes with slight embarrassment. "I couldn't have done it without you."

"Sure," I said sarcastically - but I appreciated the sentiment anyway. We jumped off stage together and joined the rest of the Dagger Squad at the bar.

"Sparkles, I was disappointed that we weren't blessed with your digestive pyrotechnics," Hangman said with a grin and offered me a beer. I had to decline. "That would've been impressive." 

"Yeah, can you just imagine …" I made a funnel with my hands around my mouth and spun around myself. "Absolutely awful."

"Yes! What a song! Next up is Rooster - what is it with these nicknames? - singing Aerosmith's I don't want to miss a thing!" 

I made my way to the front of the room with Coyote, Phoenix and Bob in tow. Rooster was alone on stage, looking down at his feet with a pained expression as the intro played, microphone held to his chest. He was definitely feeling it. 

"I could stay awake just to hear you breathing

Watch you smile while you are sleeping

While you're far away and dreaming."

I felt an arm snake around my waist and I looked up, surprised to see it belonged to Bob. I didn't know if he was drunk (for once) or sober, but he certainly looked the former. He had a little trouble focusing on my eyes and his slightly dopey smile revealed that he wasn't his usual, controlled self. 

"Will you dance with me, Sparkles?" he asked.

"Bob, are you drunk?" I chuckled.

"Yeah," he grinned, "Just a little bit, though. Not too much."

"I'd love to dance with you." 

He took my hand in his and I placed the other on his shoulder. We stood chest to chest, singing along to Rooster's emotional, over-pitched version of his chosen song. We swayed once in a while, giggling when we couldn't keep our balance. We hooted Rooster's name and received a wink back from him. 

We pulled away from each other slightly but still attached at the hips. Keeping one arm around the other's body, I swung my arm out and dragged it back to my chest to clutch my hand there. I was definitely feeling it, too. I looked over at Phoenix to see her documenting the whole thing on her phone. I would be regretting this - lovingly - in the morning. 

"I don't wanna close my eyes

I don't wanna fall asleep

'Cause I'd miss you, baby

And I don't wanna miss a thing."

Rooster was on his knees now, reaching up to the ceiling and out towards the audience. Everyone around me sang and screamed along with the words and Rooster soaked it all up. His eyes lit up even more and his smile was genuine and breathtaking. You could tell he was used to performing - and he loved it.

Rooster ended the song on a quiet note that fit the number rather well, and I ended it with both my hands on Bob's beautiful face and my lips on his reddening cheek in a drunken kiss.

"I love you, Bobby," I declared as the crowd screamed for more Rooster. I was buzzing on the atmosphere of the crowd, alcohol, my friends and life. I was happy.

"Thanks for the dance," Bob said, smiling shyly.

"Any time, you know that."

"What a powerful performance! Next duo on stage," the manager's voice boomed, "is Payback and Hangman!"

I shifted from Bob to Phoenix as Payback and Hangman took to the stage, smirks on both of their gorgeous faces. I didn't immediately recognise the song by the intro, but I did once they started singing, Payback taking the lead.

"Listen, baby

Ain't no mountain high, ain't no valley low

Ain't no river wide enough, baby."

Hangman promptly took over and sang, 

"If you need me, call me

No matter where you are, no matter how far."

I had never heard either of them sing before, but it blew my mind to hear them together like this. They switched between singing solo and as a duo - and they complemented each other so well. Phoenix started laughing at the absurd sense it made for them to sing this song together. I put my arm around her shoulders and we sang along to the words on the screen. 

Payback and Hangman received the loudest cheer of the night as they finished the song, holding hands as they took a bow. They knew they deserved the praise from the audience - but, oh, they would be insufferable for the rest of the evening.

[bradleybeachbabe]

I request ​❝ it’s chilly out here, you need a coat. take mine. ❞ with Jake pls ❤

you got it!!

warnings: not proofread

you and jake were at the hard deck, with the rest of the dagger squad. penny was hosting her annual halloween party there, this year, since the hard deck was a lot bigger than her house.

you were hanging out on the outside deck of the hard deck, getting some fresh air, and listening to the waves crashing on the shoreline. while you were outside, you heard the door open and close behind you. you turned around to see who came outside. it was jake.

“i was wondering where you went,” jake said, as he walked up to you. “are you okay? why are you out here? also it’s chilly out here, you need a coat. take mine.” jake took off his coat and handed it to you.

“yes, i’m okay. i just came out here to get some fresh air, and to listen to the waves,” you said, as you took the coat from him, and put it on yourself.

“you and your love for listening to the waves,” jake smiled, as he wrapped his arms around you, and kissed the top of your head.

“hey. i find it very peaceful. okay?” you said.

“okay,” jake says, as he holds his hands up in surrender. “but how about we head back inside and sing some karaoke and then we can head back home? does that sound like a plan?”

“yes it does, but under one condition.”

“and what is that, sweets?” jake asked.

“i get to choose the song.”

“deal,” jake nodded. “and what song would that be?”

“pour some sugar on me,” you said.

“okay then. pour some sugar on me, it is,” jake smiled, as you two walked back into the hard deck to sing karaoke.

spooktober

[smallblip]

so what if erwin, mike, and nanaba devise a plan to get levi to confess that he is in love with hange, where they all try to openly flirt and be very touchy with hange. Hange is oblivious to this and obviously reciprocates these gestures because she just loves hugging her friends, and levi gets frustrated real quick lol

YES. Definitely happened. The vets enjoy riling Levi up. It’s their pastime. Erwin definitely pulls rank to watch it happen. Help him someone. Man needs healthy hobbies. I also love imagining Nanaba and Hanji linking arms and being best pals!

Playboy shit

Nanaba lets out an indulgent sigh, “Levi’s at it again...”

Erwin and Mike turn their heads to where Nanaba’s gaze is fixed.

Hanji is sitting with their squad at another table. Hanji is talking animatedly as usual, and they have their arm around Moblit’s shoulder, dragging him along for the ride as they throw their head back to laugh. What is also usual, is Levi glaring daggers at Moblit from a table away.

Erwin spoons some stew into his mouth and misses, completely mesmerised by the scene playing out in front of him. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen his scowl quite so frightening...” he wipes at his cheek with a napkin.

Mike grunts a reply, “it’s like every time we think he can’t get any angrier... he just... does...”

“And Hanji?” Erwin asks. Nanaba knows the question is directed to her even though Erwin doesn’t tear his gaze from Levi. Erwin has always exploited the fact that she and Hanji are friends.

“Clueless as ever...”

“The other week our boy made progress though... When Hanji was reading in the library Levi made tea for them and just sat... No complains... For the entire day...” Mike chimes in.

“Aww!” Nanaba says, genuinely moved. Maybe being surrounded by weirdos for an extended amount of time has really done a number on her. The only person who remains unimpressed by Levi’s little development-

“It’s not good enough!” Erwin says with conviction, “at the rate he’s going, by the time Levi confesses his undying love for Hanji we would all be dead.”

“Assuring words from the commander...” Nanaba mutters under her breath.

“What do you propose then?” Mike says, and he almost regrets asking. Erwin always has a plan. And his plans mostly end with someone dying, or worse, naked in a ditch one sip away from alcohol poisoning. Karaoke nights hosted by Erwin Smith are not to be trifled with.

Erwin grins.

“Mike should go... Hanji and I hold hands all the time, it wouldn’t work.” Nanaba suggests and Mike huffs. Levi already took his position as humanity’s strongest. And now his dignity is on the line as well. But orders are orders.

“What are they saying?” Erwin asks, peeking from outside the stables. Nanaba shushes him gently. Hanji and Mike are talking, and halfway through, Mike pulls them in for a hug. Hanji reciprocates with equal enthusiasm. After all it’s Hanji. Someone who obviously has lived their entire life with no concept of personal space.

“Oh he exceeded my expectations...” Erwin smiles. Levi is staring at the pair from where he’s brushing his horse, “oi! Mike! Four eyes! Don’t you have saddles to polish?” Levi nags. And Erwin watches as Hanji bounds over to Levi. Erwin’s initial pride dissipating as he shoots Mike a disappointed look.

A week has gone and there’s still no confession. Erwin has made an effort to spend more time with Hanji to get a reaction out of Levi to no avail. Nothing more than a little snide “you’re more of a weirdo than usual” from Levi. It’s massively affecting Erwin’s confidence. Just when he thinks all hope is lost, Nanaba caves.

“You know if you want to get a reaction out of Levi... You should just use Moblit...” she sighs, because there’s a dark cloud hanging atop Erwin and what had at first been worrying is now plain annoying.

There’s a spark that re-ignites in Erwin’s eyes and he heads off to find Moblit immediately.

“Moblit Berner.”

The man, made even more jittery by Erwin’s presence spins around and salutes. Erwin waves him off. There’s no time for formality.

“I need you to do something. It involves Hanji.”

“But...” Moblit is not one to complain, but dealing with Hanji and their experiments had been a 24/7 job and he needs this, he deserves this, “but it’s our day off.”

Erwin promises it won’t take long. If Nanaba’s estimates are accurate, it wouldn’t take any time at all. Erwin sends Moblit off with a pat on his shoulder, and the man is very confused as to why Mike and Nanaba are there too, let alone why this is in any sense, official business.

Moblit the Brave walks over to where Hanji and Levi are talking over tea and stale short bread.

He salutes the both of them, “what is it Moblit?” Levi asks. On any normal occasion, Moblit knows Levi to be kind, he can almost confidently say he likes Levi. Except when it comes to certain things. And he’s about to poke a stick into a nest of stinging hornets. They all have Levi’s face. All the hornets. It’s terrifying. But Erwin’s eager face is equally terrifying. And Moblit isn’t one to disappoint.

“I was just wondering if um... Squad Leader would like to have dinner with me... In town...” Moblit takes a deep breath for strength. Somewhere in the distance he can feel the his three comrades bracing themselves, “... alone...” he cringes. Oh god. He’s sure he deserves all the karmic points. He’s going to live forever now.

Levi’s eyes widen momentarily, his face then settles into a scowl. Before Hanji can answer, Levi barks a “Hanji’s busy.”

“Eh? It’s my day off Levi... I’m not busy!” Hanji says. Nanaba winces. Oh god were they oblivious.

“You are. I’m taking you out to dinner.” Levi says, deadpan.

“Awww... Are you jealous Levi?” Hanji nudges at Levi’s side and Moblit turns to look at the trio for permission to leave because this is getting unbearable. Mike gestures for him to reconvene. He turns on his feet to leave. It’s not like the pair will notice him gone, not with Hanji teasing Levi about their date and Levi going absolutely red.

“Moblit Berner... You’ve done an incredible service to humanity. And for that we thank you.” Erwin says. Moblit wants to protest. He has a pretty impressive kill streak. Not to mention he has been considered for promotion on multiple occasions. He deserves all the karmic points.

“Do you think he’ll finally confess?” Mike asks, watching as Hanji torments Levi.

“I’m sure it got some cogs turning in Hanji’s head... Whether or not she’ll admit...” Nanaba answers.

Erwin counts this as a victory.