CassieWithers

You grumbled as you slowly woke up, opening your eyes to find yourself in a dimly lit room. It only took you a few seconds to remember that you were sleeping in Makoto’s room. Mr. and Mrs. Tachibana had taken both Ran and Ren to Disneyland this weekend so Makoto had taken advantage of this and invited his girlfriend- you- over to stay. You rubbed your palm against your face in weak attempt to wake yourself up. You hummed as you stretched quietly as to not wake up your sleeping boyfriend. After that, you began to move off the bed without making any noise to go make some coffee- but a grunt was heard from behind you as an arm wrapped aro

a/n,  Art trade with ~K4sies (https://www.deviantart.com/k4sies) I am so sorry, this was made late but a good friend of mine passed away I'm sorry this came late but I tried my best and yeah, hope this is what you wanted! "I-I don't understand..." "Bucky I can explain-" "Y-You cheated!" "No I didn't!" "I saw it with my own eyes!" "You're just jealous because Yoshi is better than Mario in Mario Kart!" Bucky groaned, throwing the DS onto the table before slumping in his chair. Recently, Steve had persuaded ____ to help Bucky get to grips of 2014, the time of hashtags, hipster music and white girls obsessed with Starbucks. Carelessly, Bucky raked his fingers th

 Three hundred sheep…three hundred and one sheep…three hundred and two sheep… This has been the third night in a row where you couldn’t sleep. No, it wasn’t because of anything stimulating, sexual, or distracting. It was because of insomnia, and frankly, you were fucking sick of it. Sighing you groan from beneath your pillow pushing it slightly up to glance at the clock. Huffing you drop the pillow back down willing sleep to come dancing into your room suddenly striking you dead. Okay well, maybe not dead but close to it. Stretching your toes, you snuggle further into your sheets resting your chin on your arm

The entire idea was a suggestion from one of his closest friends - Armin Arlert. The idea was to write. It didn't have to be anything special, is what the blond stated prior to now. It didn't even have to be well-written. All that mattered is that it was genuine. Armin explained to Eren that writing down your feelings is helpful. Eren has always respected Armin's judgement. This time is no different. So, sitting up from his scratchy bed, he stares at a yellow piece of paper. It was obviously aged, but Eren was grateful; grateful that he could get the luxury to write in the first place. Eren sucks in a breath, and dips his quill into the da