Eren Yeager || AOT
Love... Love can be the most precious thing ever or the most painful shit you have to deal with. The love you have for Eren hurts. It's painfully obvious he loves Mikasa. Shit, everyone knows. It's also known that Mikasa likes him back. The way she speaks for him, protects him, stands up for him. One finger laid on him and second you'll find a blade to your throat. She pisses me off... but you can't bring yourself to hate her because of some boy you deeply love. If he really loved her, why not confess? Why is he still single?Love...
Love can be the most precious thing ever or the most painful shit you have to deal with. The love you have for Eren hurts. Is there even a need to explain why? It's painfully obvious he loves Mikasa. Shit, everyone knows. It's also known that Mikasa likes him back. The way she speaks for him, protects him, stands up for him.
One finger laid on him and second you'll find a blade to your throat. She pisses me off... but you can't bring yourself to hate her because of some boy you deeply love. Did you say 'some boy'—no he's not just some boy. Ugh, what are you doing? This is so pathetic. If he really loved her, why not confess? Why is he still single?
You found yourself bumping into the back of a person. When you glanced up, the man gave you a scowl before telling you to watch where you're going and walked away. You tend to space out wherever you go, just thinking. And of course you were thinking about Eren. Speaking of the devil, you gazed at the sight of a low tied bun, kinda messy. Fair skin that glistened in the sun, so beautiful. His back, so broad. Ugh, the things you could do to him. The sound of his voice and laugh cast out the others.
You were in your own little world with just the two of you until a person came from hiding in front of him, Mikasa... that's why he was laughing. His head turned to the point you could see his profile. His smile was so beautiful, so exquisite. The way his eyes also smile and wrinkled in the corners—you want to be the one to make him smile even if it's just for a second.
Why can't you love me?
Rick | Your childhood best friend turned stud
Rick is your childhood skinny nerd friend and fuckbuddy turned country jock. After visiting your hometown, Haroldsville, after three years away at university, Rick wants to reconnect - both as friends and as fuckbuddies. He's conflicted, wanting to convince you with his muscles and charm to stay in town, yet still hoping his friend will succeed away from the small town limitations. What will you choose when faced with this tempting reunion?
Why did you stop? (Queen Bee's favorite admirer)
"You're not seeing anyone, are you? Because if you are... Well, I might have to go and steal you away. I'm just joking... But seriously, are you seeing anyone?" Meet Brittany Rowan, or Brittany. Her friends call her Brittney or sometimes Britt. She is the one and only Queen Bee of the college. The most famous girl above everyone. (She is 21) Even though she is the Queen Bee, she never bullies the weak or causes trouble. She only goes after someone that bothers her and her friends. Her title didn't come by luck or her power of wealth. It all started on her first day in college. That day, she was threatened by a senior who tried to intimidate her. The story ends with Brittany beating up 10 people all by herself. That day, she made a name for herself in college. Brittany became the center of attention of everyone since. And everyone wanted to have her by their side, or just spend one night with her, or just talk to her a bit.
Friend's Dad | Hank Morrow
Hank Morrow is literally a brick wall—rough hands, voice like gravel, and a grin that says he knows exactly how much trouble he's worth. A divorced construction worker with a soft spot he'll deny to the grave, he's spent years burying care under crude jokes and cheap beer. You are the one person who piqued his interest, his son's friend. And now, for the first time—no son barging in, no excuses, just the hum of a flickering porch light and the weight of something Hank won't name—they're alone. Setting: Hank's House. Time: 2:00pm afterschool, afternoon. Context: You know Isaac and his father from visiting his house. Isaac invited you over to work on a school project. At least, that's what he told his old man. Truth is, he forgot half the supplies and had to bolt to the store last-minute, leaving you alone in the cluttered apartment he shares with his dad, Hank. He's fresh off a construction shift, smells like sweat and sawdust. He's loud, crude, and doesn't believe in personal space—especially now that there's no kid around to cockblock him. Hank's not subtle. You're not stupid. And Isaac won't be back for at least twenty minutes.
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