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  Eyes wide and brimming with tears of happiness, you lunged for your childhood friends, wrapping your arms around their damp torsos.  “Makoto…Haru…”  Makoto gave a light hum in response, while Haruka stiffened at your touch. The raven-haired boy wasn’t as accustomed to physical contact as others.  “Please…whatever you do…”  You looked up at the boys, and exclaimed purposefully:  “Don’t ever wear shirts again!”  And that’s how you ended up getting tossed into the pool by a--slightly amused--blue eyed water lover.

  One word. She had said it on that first day, as a polite conversation starter.  “Hello.” Curious eyes stared up at her, widening at the sight before them. A smile graced the lips of their owner’s young face, the corners of their eyes crinkling from happiness.  “Hello!” the stranger said, their voice light and cheerful. “It’s a pleasure to meet you!” ~*~  Five words. An endless possibility of meanings. A mischievous twinkle in the eye of a young girl was enough to spark an unbreakable friendship.  “Let’s go have some fun!” Two pairs of lips, both curling up in a girli

  Shiganshina District: Two years before the fall of Wall Maria  Eren sat against a tree, his hands behind his head as he closed his eyes. It was only natural that he would be sleeping while you did the work for the both of your families. No matter how driven, Eren was still the laziest eight year old to ever grace Wall Maria.  “Get up off your ass,” You said, nudging him with the toe of your boot. “I’m not doing all the work again.” Eren sighed, opening his eyes to glare up at you.  “I don’t even understand why we even have to gather wood in the first place,” he muttered. You shrugged as

  The winter wind nipped harshly at your cheeks, reddening them to the point where they looks like swollen cherries upon your face. Your hair, although in a tight ponytail, had come out in loose strands, slashing at your face like small whips. The snow that showered from above came down thickly, obscuring your vision as you tried to find a certain Lance Corporal’s dormitory.  In truth, it was all his fault that you were stuck out in this horrid storm in the first place. A cadet had rushed into your office, saying that Lance Corporal Levi needed you; immediately! So, as to not anger the short man, you tossed on your jacket and your clo

  “My middle name?”  “(Middle Name). My favorite color?”  “Green. My favorite animal?”  “(Animal)!”  It had been like this for a while, between you and Arthur. As it was the day before the fake date, the two of you were brushing up on facts about the other throughout your lunch break. Alfred, who sat, stuffing his face, acted as a referee.  “Wrong!” He said, banging his fist against Arthur’s desk. “(Name’s) favorite animal is not (animal). It’s (fav. Animal).” You nodded in agreement, stirring your pasta in its container.  “Oh, bloody h

  The cell was dim, illuminated by only the light of the lanterns outside your door. You twisted in your bed, tugging on the chains that shackled your wrists. It was uncomfortable, sleeping with your arms outstretched, but you had gotten used to it ever since they put you in there.  You remembered your last day of sunlight. You remembered the warmth of it on your back as you were pulled out of your Titan body, half-conscious and half scared to death. Your friends had been hostile around you, as if you were a threat to them. You hadn’t meant to transform, but your friends were in danger, and you accidentally cut your finger on your 3DM

The winter wind whipped at your ears, forcing you to burrow further inside your coat. If it had been your choice, you would be at home right now, curled up with the warmest blanket you owned, watching yet another season of Doctor Who.  But no; you were being forced to go to a small café on the outskirts of the city so you and Arthur could have some ‘bonding time’ before the date. It was odd to think that only a few days ago, you had despised Arthur with a passion. And now here you were, getting tea and biscuits with him like you were old friends.  You strode into the café, delighted to feel its warmth envelop you

  “So, what’s the back-story?” you asked as you sat in Arthur’s office the next day. “How’d we meet? How was our first date?”  “How was your first kiss?” Alfred questioned from his seat in the chair beside yours.  “We met at a coffee shop near my house,” Arthur said as he ate his salad. “We both ordered the same thing, and as we both reached for the first cup when it was ready. I, being the gentlemen, let you have it. And you stayed right beside me until I got my cup. Then we exchanged numbers, I took you to the movies, and the rest is history.”  “What i

It was rather rare for Haruka to show affections, as he would always stubbornly refuse to show them. But there were also times when he would show them. Only seeing him smile, would send butterflies fluttering down [Name]'s stomach, as her eyes would gleam ever so brightly. “Haruka.” She stated, catching the blue-eyed male's attention to look at her. Without notice, [Name] grabbed his chin-- Though not roughly, as she planted a small, sweet kiss on his soft lips. Surprised by her sudden kiss, Haruka slowly kissed the girl back, as he only pulled her closely to him. As much as [Name] didn't want to, she pulled back, breathing in

“We don't want        our hearts to break.” Warning: HNR SPOILERS AHEAD. “Ah.. I see.” [Name] nodded her head slowly as Shishio finally explained what happened. He sighed exasperatedly as he took a small sip from his glass of water (Why water? I don't know). “That was a pretty bad move you did there, Shishio. Though - I expected you to do that. You may look like an adult, but you're still as reckless as a child.” [Name] commented bluntly. “Says you. You cheated on your boyfriend—” “And you told Suzume you loved her when you knew that she was with Mamura.R

When a queen is in love,        they won't admit it to them. “Ne, ne, [Name]-chan! Are you in love?” The petite boy asked, honey brown orbs staring straight at hers. The twins immediately got interested at the sudden conversation and leaned closer, just so they could hear it better. Tamaki was too busy trying to entertain the customers with his flirtatious pick up lines (Which, by the way, did woo them). “I don't think so, Honey-senpai.” She replied with a sheepish smile. “Why do you ask?” “Because Haru-chan said that you never fell in love before!” He exclaimed. Too loudly that everyone on

I'd take care of you,         that's true. [Text: Haruka Nanase]: [Name]. Take me to the pool. [Text: {Name} {Surname}]: Eh?! What about the others? Take them with you instead! [Text: Haruka Nanase}]: They're busy. I can't go by myself. I lost my pool card. [Text: {Name} {Surname}]: You're so reckless, Senpai. Anyways, I'd be glad to take you to the pool but unfortunately, I'm sick today. So I guess you can't go to the pool. Don't worry though, I'm sure someone else will be more than happy to take you tomorrow. Haruka didn't reply back. You sighed quietly as you placed your phone on the coffee table. You grabbed the

You walked down the familiar halls of your school, looking around for anyone that you knew. The new semester was starting, and although you weren't happy about losing your break, you were somewhat happy to have something to do. Well, at least my classes aren't that hard this semester.  You reminded yourself, approaching your locker and twisting the dial quickly to open it. Pulling a few binders and magnets out, you began to set it up and organize, before a tap on the shoulder interrupted you. "E-Excuse me?" A deep, heavily accented voice sought your attention. You turned around to face a broad chest. The boy was tall, you realized as

Most of the time, working in a tavern really wasn't all that bad. Plenty of customers came in from the waterfront nearby, mostly travellers. The people weren't usually that horrid, the job paid well, and hey, you even got free board in the inn upstairs! It was times like these, however, that made you rethink your place of work. "Oi, wench! Another round for the table!" A gruff voice called out to you, making you look up from your chore of cleaning the counter. "Of course, sir." You replied easily, turning to the casks of ale that were stocked behind you. Setting the glasses on a tray, you made to walk over to the table you had been called

Warning: slightly hardly noticeable suggestive content. ... The whole process had happened rather quickly, really. One moment you had been standing in Iwatobi's poolside locker room with Makoto, searching for extra towels, the next, you had made eye contact with the green-eyed teen, shortly afterwards finding your back pressed up against the cold metal rows. Now you were here; your fingers tangled in the taller male's smooth brown locks, and his hands gently placed on your hips, your mouths pressed together with sentiment. Despite the compromising position the two of you now stood in, you couldn't help but to quickly ponder over what had h

Reaching the door to your apartment, you ran a hand through your damp hair. It had started raining heavily just as you were approaching the building and despite your making a run for it, you had still managed to get quite soaked from the downpour. You shivered a bit when you entered your living space, deciding to have a warm shower to get rid of the chill from the rain. "I'm home!" You called out, to no reply. Taking off your jacket, you scanned the front entry for signs of your boyfriend being home. There were no clear signs of him so you assumed that he was still out. Walking straight to the bathroom, you had completely unbuttoned your

The smell of coffee was alive in the air. His muscles on his back could be seen, visibly stretching under the crisp, white work shirt he wore that accentuated his body. Completing the sensual outfit was a pair of trousers and polished leather shoes. Classy and highly sophisticated, considering that he was a man who served tables in a coffee shop. "Are you listening to me?" Arthur asked. Throwing an eye over at your friend, sitting with perfect posture and crossed legs in his seat. A cup of tea sat before him, the steam rising up and distorting his emerald eyes. Though it wasn't thick enough to hide his bushy eyebrows that even the dashing

Your knees shook. His green eyes pierced through the line of slaves, all chained together at the ankles and shoulders rubbing as their owner pressed and pushed against them, fussing them this way and that for the customers view. The pirate walked slowly down the line, boots clunking on the hardwood floor that was ice cold beneath your bare feet. He paused before you. Your owner jumped at the pirates interest, forcing the girl beside you out of the line. She lost her balance, falling to her knees. Tears shone in her brown eyes and she radiated so much fear that you could taste it on your tongue - it was acrid and turned your stomach. "She'