Beyond the Walls - Armin x ReaderMore Like This
Your fingers were intertwined with his as the two of you gazed longingly at the vastness above. You always enjoyed watching the night sky with him.
You’d been together for the longest time. Ever since you were kids you dreamed about venturing beyond the walls, seeing the lands filled with white sand and the body of water that never ended. You’d make promises to each other; constantly, that one day you’d venture it all together.
Many years had passed since those days, and you were now young adults in your second decade of life. The world had changed a lot over those years, you both saw it far differently now.
Looking over to the young blond at your side you gave him a soft smile. He turned to see your expression and returned the gesture, giving your hand a light squeeze.
“Hey, Armin, what do you think the others are doing right now?” you asked. His features softened, and he looked almost sad at your question, but that expression soon melted away as h
Bathtub naps || Nanase Haruka x Merman!ReaderMore Like This
His pale cheek was pressed against the wet merman tail; and that already for over two hours. Nanase Haruka's arms were wrapped around it and hugged it close like a body pillow.
“Oi,” you softly muttered and patted his black, damp hair, “can you let go?”
“Don't you have, uuh, school?”
You sighed loudly and shifted a bit around, trying to get as comfortable as possible. His bathtub was small but you weren't complaining. The space was just not enough when Haruka decided to join, which happened to be a lot.
Right now was one of these moments.
The ravenet had your tail bent over and hugged it tightly while nuzzling it with his face.
Haruka seemed to treasure you for some reason.
Maybe because he had found you wounded at the shore. Or maybe it was the fact that you were a merman.
You guessed that the possibility of both being right was high since after the small while of living at Haru's you had started to understand his
Jean x Male!Reader x MarcoBeing a normal trainee, not the best thing to be. Though you guess it's better than being that Eren kid, screaming about titans all the time. Man you wish the mess hall could be quiet for more than 30 seconds! Oh look, there goes a hottie after Eren. What? Jean starts attacking Eren, part physically, part verbally. And there's Mikasa and Marco, to hold the two idiots at ease.More Like This
You watched them carefully, more specifically Jean and Marco. They were cool guys, but you doubt either of them are homos. Sasha, bringing you back from your thoughts, points to your unfinished plate and asks, "Hey, (Name)~? You gonna finish that~??" Geez, she was creepy when it came to food! But she was cool too.
You smirk to her. "Yeah, sure just, uh-" you grab a small bite before finishing, "there you go. All yours." Her face lit up as she dug into the food. You laugh, believing that girl's part bottomless pit. You stand to leave, deciding the barracks would be a calmer place. You notice everything stopped (ex
Nanaba x Reader - Days of Peace - DrabbleThere weren’t many days like this. There weren’t many days of peace.More Like This
Warm, golden light crept through the distance between the drapes that were swaying so gently in the soft breeze that it was almost unnoticeable. The fabrics shuffle against each other, the almost inaudible sound soothing their tormented minds. Specks of dust were made visible in the bright, welcoming light as they floated on the breeze and waited for a place to settle. The sun’s golden rays enveloped their bodies, wishing them a good morning. Slowly, her eyes drifted open to the warm touch on her back. Her eyes settled on a small figure before her, her body tucked in comfortably for the both of them. An arm was draped over the smaller form’s waist, rising up and down slightly according to her slow, even, subtle breaths. A smile graced her lips at the sight of her lover at ease from the stress they were forced to shoulder for four consecutive weeks.
Her Little Banana stirred awake as the refresh
My Sunshine (Bertholdt x Reader)You were curled up beside Bertholdt, your back connected with his heater-like chest. His arms were wrapped around you, holding you close; a sweaty shield from the cold. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat was the perfect lullaby, but you longed for something just as precious.More Like This
"Bertl?" You whispered in hopes of your boyfriend still being awake.
"Hmm?" He responded sleepily and the corners of your lips twitched up into a cheeky smile.
"I can't sleep," You whined quietly. "Will you sing to me?" You mustered up your sweetest voice, wishing he would give in and sing to you. Every now and then when you couldn't sleep, he would do this, until you drifted off in his arms.
"Alright..." He sighed through a smile, his cool breath softly tickling your neck, sending a shiver down your spine. His lips barely brushed along the column of your neck as they traveled up to your ear, the feeling certainly not failing to make you blush.
You dug your boots into th
Attached (Bertolt X Reader)You’d been in training for two weeks, without a single friend in the world.More Like This
In fact, after the fall of Shiganshina you really didn’t want to make any friends. First off, you were in a strange place where no-one new you, secondly you had a mission. Your mission was pretty simple, find a way to eliminate your enemy.
Quests like that don’t leave a lot of room for friendships and even less for relationships. Unlike most of your kind though, you could instantly sense others with the same ability. Of course, you would never admit that and finding time to speak with another would be difficult, at best, with so many angry people around.
Your ability? You were a titan shifter. In fact, you would change into a fourteen meter titan with (h/c) hair and (e/c) eyes. One of the rare female types, you were quite rare. You in particular were more so do to your ability to form total sentences even if you were in your titan form, which belonged to only one other. Only the great beast co
Beauty [Bertholdt x reader]More Like This
Your name was in everybody’s mouth. The boys were discussing how they could make a move on you and the girls tried to gossip about the tiniest things you did. Honestly you didn’t care anymore. It was your daily-routine to get one or two squeezes here and there, and to hear your name fall from the jealous girls’ lips.
But it was annoying, it was always like this! No one cared about your true self, everybody just saw your beauty and skills and that’s what everybody fell for. Not your true self, your beauty. But one day it was enough, you wanted to change something, you wanted to change the situation and see who really likes you. It was a lot of work. Convincing Keith to ‘send’ you back to the frontier so that you could put on a mask to disguise yourself. Surprisingly he agreed to your request with the remark “Hopefully the morons will stop gawking at your behind during 3DMG training.”
You two faked your exclusion. The next day it was time.
Inexplicable [Armin x reader]More Like This
With a pile of books stacked on your arms you stumbled from one side to the other, careful not the let any of the books drop on the floor, searching for a cozy place in the library to look up a topic you never quite understood.
Setting the books on the table, the wooden table creaked because of the weight while you were looking at the stack of romantic novels and encyclopedias in front of you with frustration. Your motivation started to leave you before you had even started. Did you really have to read all of them to understand this single topic?
Plopping down on the wooden chair you reached for the first book on top of the stack and read the title.
‘The wings of love’
It is impressive how this title could ruin your mood so quickly, burring your motivation deep underneath the earth, somewhere no one would find it anytime soon. Nonetheless you tried to stay concentrated on your objective, but after the first ten pages a long yawn echoed in the empty library and so, you put t
(Not So) Dirty Dancing PrussiaxReaderPrussiaxReaderMore Like This
Gilbert Beilschmidt sat sulking on his porch as he waited for one of his only friends to pick him up for (as she described it) a “fun” day out. He was definitely not in the mood to be out having fun, but he couldn’t tell _____ no. They had been childhood friends despite his loner personality, and he had recently started to develop different feelings for her. He couldn’t quite place what this new consciousness was, but it wasn’t normal for him. Gilbert, angry that he could not understand these sensations, got up and began pacing in front of his house. Where the hell is she anyway? Gilbert thought to himself. She said she’d be here ten minutes ago!
As soon as he finished the thought, _____ pulled up alongside the curb in front of his house and got out.
“Hey, Gil,” she sang happily.
“You’re late,” he snapped.
Jealousy - 2P!America x Reader~WARNING: SOME SWEARING. But this is Jason, so who cares.~More Like This
Jason sighed in a grumpy manner as his girlfriend laughed and chatted with his brother, Matt. He would rather die than admit it, but jealous. Horribly so. _______ was his and only his. Yet there she was, giggling as Matt told her stories of the two's childhood, occasionally cracking and tiny smirk.
A growl ripped from his throat as the Canadian leaned closer to his girl. Doll, can we leave now?
The brunette's love looked up at him, then glanced at the clock, her (e/c) orbs widening upon noting the time. Oh, wow, it got late, huh? Ye of course! Bye, Mathieu! she chirped, hopping up to give him a hug. The tall blonde stood and grunted as she wrapped her arms around his chest and patted her head. Bye, squirt.
As the two walked home, ______ chatted endlessly (no more coffee for her) to him. I can't believe you guys actually have always fought! I mean, I know you already told me that, but I
Weird Feeling (2P!Americaxreader)WARNING: Strong language ahead, which is given through the appearance of 2P!America.More Like This
He sat across you, a cigarette loosely tugged in his right hand, starring. For hours already. At least it felt like hours had already passed since something – or someone – had struck you down. All that you could remember was walking down a street hearing another pair of feet headed in your direction; when a sudden scent of smoke caught your nose, and as you were just about to turn around – everything went black. Now you sat in an empty, dark warehouse, your hands bound together, and your head felt like it had been kicked by an obese donkey. Across you sat a man in a bomber jacket on an old-looking wooden crate, his deep red eyes gazing at you. You didn’t know him, but you were quiet sure that he had brought you there for a reason. Then again, the sight of the bloodstained baseball bat that casually leaned on the wall next to him somehow gave you the feeling that you did not want