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*Some mild angst-y sadness that you might not be interested in with this series* Earlier that evening, Daichi Sawamura had overheard Coach Ukai and Mr. Takeda talking about being low on snacks and needing to go get more to last through the rest of the party. Always one to step up and help out, Daichi had insisted that he and his friends Suga and Asahi be the ones to run to the nearest open convenience store. On the way there, the three boys talked about their plans again, now that they had graduated and would be headed separate directions in life. They were as ready as they were going to get, but they didn't stay on the subject too long bec

     “EXCUSE YOU?! YOU MEAN YOU’RE TELLING ME I CAN’T SLEEP?!” You screamed, eyes whited out in fury with tightly clenched fists.    “That’s EXACTLY what I’m telling you!” Nami yelled back, facing you with an equally as angry expression.      “FUCK NO. THIS IS A BEACH. I AM GOING TO LAY MY ASS DOWN AND SLEEP.” You argued, gesturing madly to the very beach you stood on.    “NO! Did you NOT see that stack of gold literally TWENTY FEET into the forest just sitting there?! There’s obviously more somewhere! That’s why I sent mostly everyone off to go find more!̶

Erwin x Reader  [ Victorian!AU ] A grand chandelier hung from the ceiling, the crystal ornaments shimmering in the soft lighting, its sophisticated craftsmanship accenting the beauty of the grand ballroom. Swirling the glass held between her fingers, a sweet aromatic scent reached her as the deep red liquid swirled around alluringly. Taking a small sip, the delectable smoothness of the wine delivered a rich blend of flavors. Savoring the bittersweet taste, her [e/c] orbs shined beneath her elegant mask, scanning the crowd for a familiar face.   Making her way through the ballroom, she passed by many finely dressed people, all of them wearin

Sooo here is another Makoto X Reader Fanfiction for all Free! (especially Makoto Tachibana fangirls) Fans! I hope you like it! :3 ____________________________________ “I would like to order the Jumbo-Burger Special and a strawberry milkshake.”  That was the answer of your customer after you asked him if he already decided what to order. You were working at a small diner near the beach where a lot of people visit daily, and since a lot of people visit the diner every day you had a good job as a part time waitress. Your budget was above the average, and for a second year high schooler it was a great way to get money. “Oh-Im-

”I just want to see Heichou naked.” you announced casually, shrugging your shoulders. ”Well, what can I say. He’s hot, after all.” Mikasa’s, Sasha’s and Christa’s eyes widened and you didn’t really see why, considering that they knew how much you liked the Captain. That was what you said to your friends after Erwin told the soldiers that the spa was reserved for all of you. You’ve just come back from an expedition, and though there were several casualties, their number was not as much as usual. It was a bit cruel to say, but since none of your friends had died, you only felt relief

please listen to this while reading. thank you!! ;v; He was falling. Collapsing. Drifting into the endless void he called the "afterlife." It was filled with blackness, an endless abyss that he could never find solace in. There was no air, no breeze, no liquids or ailments, no people. His eyes, once suppressed with ache and the loss of fallen loved ones and comrades, were now brimmed with tears as he glared at the emptiness above. A tear slips from his sockets, ambling above his supple body. His steely hues slowly droop down, the last glimpse of the tear on his mind. The man offered a tiny smile to nothing in particular, lolling his head ba

 ~A week later~ You hang up the phone for the hundredth time and moan in frustration.  You had been trying to get a hold of Erwin all week but every time you called it went straight to voice mail.  You lean back in your chair and stare at the ceiling of the café.   Why won’t he pick up?  Doesn’t he know I how much I need to talk to him?  How badly I need to apologize?   You rock your chair to a sitting position just in time to see Mikasa weaving her way through the maze of tiny tables that dotted the seating area. “Hey, sorry I’m late,” she says swiftly while giving you a peck on the check.  “Did y