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“Where is (Y/N)?” Eren demanded. Before you knew it you had shot to your feet. Eren noticed you, and his eyes widened. “(Y/N)-” He started, but Aspen and Blair scooted together, blocking him from walking forward. “Move, you guys!” He begged. He looked at them with his teal eyes looking betrayed. “I don’t think that’s a smart thing to do,” Aspen said calmly. Blair just watched him silently. “But I need to talk to her! I didn’t mean what I said!” Eren cried out, but Aspen grabbed him by his shirt collar and said, “You don’t get to play with her emotio

Sparring went by fast, and wasn’t too terrible. You were paired with a light brown haired boy named Jean Kirstein. You recognized him as the guy who always eggs Eren on, even though he can be a bit clumsy himself. You were distracted in the beginning, watching Eren fight with his partner. You were entranced by his skills, his hair flowing around him, and the way his muscles twitched. In the beginning, Jean managed to plant a good hard punch on your left cheek, which you deserved for watching Eren instead of focusing on your own opponent. “Oi!” Jean yelled. “Watch what’s going on! I don’t really want to h

          Wispy, ragged breathes were drawn from your mouth with every bitter biting step you took. Alone and petrified, you had wandered about the street ever since dawn had broken, searching through the amassed corpse piles, searching for the body of your beloved, your dearest, your darling. Bits of caked blood from the deceased rubbed off as your fingers curled around the arms of yet another Garrison troop, attempting to interrogate yet another soldier to find him.          Only anxiety rushed through your veins as the man you begged information from politely turned you to the streets, and there you sat, waiting on the cobblestone steps

3rd Person’s POV You stared absentmindedly, your chin resting in your palm as you stirred your bland soup with your spoon. The thought of the kiss stirring in your mind, even though it had already been a week since. But how you could you not?! The way his rough lips perfectly matched yours, and how nice it felt when your body was pressed against his with his arms tightly wrapped around you. But what stuck the most was the feeling of dominance he had in the kiss, the way his tongue dragged against your bottom lip asking for entrance, and how he nipped at your lips, oh dear god was Reiner a good kisser. You abruptly dropped your spoon,

He hated you. You were sure of it!   Your husband, the man whom you had sworn your life to, could no longer stand the sight of you. This broke your heart, but you still believed in your empty relationship. You wanted to make it work. He had not been the same since the war. Thankfully, he had not been physically scarred, but he had returned home with mental scars that would never heal.   He had seen terrible things—death, destruction, and the cruelness of mankind—that you could not bring yourself to comprehend, yet you understood that, so you tried your best to support him. He seemed welcoming of your help at first, but, after a

Overall, Levi was pretty happy. He had wanted to have his very own tea house ever since he was young, and after years of hard work, his dream had come true. It wasn't particularly large, and it wasn't like a chain restaurant or anything big, but he treasured it more than anything. He was passionate about tea, all of his staff were, to some degree, and he wanted all of his customers to be happy while they were there and after they left. However, there was one thing holding him back. Not really a thing, a person. You. It wouldn't have bothered him too much if you'd only stopped by once, but since you were a regular there, it made it slightly

~A/N: Both Characters Are 25+ ~     Dull murmurings scattered over the essentially silent atmosphere, mixing in with the delicate soft clicking of shoes against the marble floor and occasional coughs or clearing of the throat. The dimly lit corridor of the museum exhibit seemed overall lifeless and tiresome, yet a small lamp hanging over a particular painting seemed to lure in the couple striding down the hall. He first approached the artwork, crossing his arms and releasing an irritated sigh as he cocked his head to the side, scanning the piece from top to bottom with a judgmental stare.     "I thought I was going to see paintings of vag

Her eyes are closed and she inhales and exhales shakily through her slightly parted lips. The air is slightly chilly, and her stomach is growling. And she had just confessed to Erwin Smith, commander of the Survey Corps that she is not a human being. As far as she is concerned, no, as far as humanity is concerned, she is the first person to admit something like this out loud. For all she knows, she is the only one of her kind. At first she was afraid of telling Erwin this. She cried and pitied herself. But now she has gone through the emotions one more time, and feels relief. She is relieved to have shared with someone else the grief she ha

“Ow, ow, ow-” A certain titan shifter whined as you finally stuck the needle through his skin. “Eren, I have to stitch you up or you’ll get infected and your scar will be terrible.” You rebutted but ignored his wiggling pleas to let him go without the stitches. “You’re lucky I’m doing this myself! Levi would kick your ass if we took you to the infirmary and explained why you have this nasty gash down here.” You continued, finally completing one stitch on his torso. One down, many to go. “This isn’t even my fault, Jean started it again. He’s always- Ow! (Y/N).” Ere

You were a second year student in Iwatobi High, and a friend of Gou Matsuoka. You've been friends with Gou ever since elementary school, making you two close friends. Because of her, you met the members of a certain club in your school, called the Iwatobi Swimming Club. The club consists of six members, an adviser, a manager, and 4 swimming members. The day when Gou Matsuoka first introduce you to the swimming club, they all greeted and welcomed you. The swimming members are all guys, no girls. This guys are not just average guys, they have handsome faces, good body shapes, hot abs that can make any girl's heart flutter, like you, to be hones