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“Alright ma’am, just lift your leg up a little for me, will you?” A soft grunt escaped the patients’ lips as she sat up in the bed. She raised her injured leg, allowing you to set the plush pillows down on the edge of the mattress. “Okay, that should feel a little better. Let that heal, alright? If you need anything, I’m sure to be around,” you reassured. “Thank you Miss (Name). You truly are a great addition to the medical team,” she said with a soft smile. You let out an uneasy chuckle, a small blush dusting your cheeks. You weren’t used to being complimented by your patients be

"What'll it be, Corporal?" "Just some scotch. I don't want to get home and do something stupid." "Scared of the wife, huh?" the barkeep chuckled. "You're a good man, Corporal." "Tsk, good man my ass. I'm a married man. She panics over everything." Levi took a swig of the now-poured scotch. "That overdramatic woman.." "Aw, don't be like that, Corporal. There's got to be a reason you married her, right?" He comforted. "Yeah.." Levi groaned. "She's so goddamn cute.." "Pssh, the Lance Corporal went soft on us." a Military Police captain sneered from a table. "He meets one girl and she turns him into a wimp." "No. That's where you're wron

You smiled at the many faces of your comrades gathered around you. They weren't just your competition in the Legion though, they were your friends. They were your family. Or, the closest thing you had to a family. And you cherished them more than anything else that the world could hold. "Why the fuck are we here?" Levi spoke from the corner of the room, arms crossed tightly against his chest as he leaned against the wall. "Yeah, it's midnight..." Christa said innocently from the side. You clasped your hands behind your back. "Do you guys... sing?" You asked, mischief glinting in your eyes. A few groans rose from the group, as well as a fe

You can find part one here and part two here --- PAST (AGE 23) [name] opens her eyes with a groggy yawn, she blinked a couple of times before her eyes focus and she begins to recognize both the familiar surroundings of Eren's room and the warmth of his body against her. He's still fast asleep, eyes closed, breathing even, face settled into a sweet expression and one arm slung around her waist holding her somewhat close to him. She carefully sits up a little more to get a look at the clock on the table next to him before snuggling closer to her boyfriend. The alarm isn't due to go off for at least another half an hour, she might as well make

You are nervous. No. It’s more like, you are thrilled. You place the bills on the counter, making sure to avoid eye contact with the cashier, as she place the clothes you purchased inside the paper bag. "Is there anything else that you’d like to add ma’am?" The cashier asked as she hand you the paper bag along with your change. "No thanks." You politely replied, almost snatching the items from her as you turn your heels to head to the nearby fitting room. After putting on the clothes you’ve bought, you took another turn in front of the mirror, making sure that the attire you’ve picked is convincing enough.

There's a place that I know It's not pretty there and few have ever gone If I show it to you now Will it make you run away? Levi's fingers involuntarily tapped the desk. He took slow, deep breaths, keeping his eyes affixed to the dark brown wood. Your hands were clasped in your lap as you watched him run his fingers through his raven locks. You finally reached out towards him. "Levi, it's not-" "Shut up." You flinched at the harshness in his tone. He regretted snapping at you, but he couldn't hold it back. You took a deep breath and decided to try again. "Look, you just-" "I don't need your help." He hissed, pulling his tapping fingers aw

Rukia had dragged me to Ichigo’s house after a week of not talking to each other. Ichigo and I had an argument about who would win a fight. Of course I picked Renji because he had been training a lot lately and he had improved but Ichigo brought up the fact that he had beaten him before. The argument got to the point where Rukia and Orihime had to hold us back from each other.       I sat on his bed and waited for him to return home from school. Rukia had left; she said it would be best if we worked this out in private. I had rolled my eyes at her.      I watched as the clock struck nine o’clock and he still wasn’t home.

~•~•~ Three Months later ~•~•~ Today was the last time the class would gather like this. Ms Ral had taught us everything we had to know, and even more, and had decided to host a small ball as a reward for everyone's hard training. So now I was approaching the school, my heels clacking over the stone and through the hallways of the school, making my way to the gym where the party would be held. I am nervous, to be honest. Through the last weeks, there had been many up's and down's in my interactions with Berthold. Sometimes we just would stare at each other awkwardly, sometimes we would fly over the floor like professional