someday sighs

i need to find a cute little apartment where i can dedicate a special night once a month to having a bunch of witches come over. and we sit in a circle with candles lit and our hands intertwined and talk about anything on our minds. we can read eachother’s cards and palms and create little good luck jars and write down what we learned about one another at the end of the night. and we could call it “the witching hour,” ugh it would be so cute

I just need you all to take a minute and imagine something with me here

Imagine if the Percy Jackson movies were done right.

Imagine if they did all of the original five and then all five Heroes of Olympus.

Imagine if they were done right.

Imagine the thrill of getting characters like Percy, Annabeth, Nico, and Thalia cast, knowing we would get to watch them grow up before our eyes.

Imagine watching baby Percy, Annabeth, and Grover on their first quest.

Imagine the yearly anticipation for new stills, trailers, and a movie.

Imagine Reyna and Hylla being cast for Sea of Monsters, knowing we would see them again later on.

Imagine watching Zoe Nightshade become a constellation.

Imagine Uncle Rick supporting the cast and the series and being happy and satisfied with the way they are made.

Imagine seeing Luke with golden eyes.

Imagine everyone in the theater cheering at the Underwater Kiss.

Imagine the new castings for HoO, getting a Hispanic actor for Leo, a Native American actress for Piper, an African-American actress for Hazel, and a Chinese actor for Frank.

Imagine the thrill we would get at seeing Percy Actor and Annabeth Actress reunited for MoA after a couple years with no movies together, after watching them grow up together for five years.

Imagine seeing Festus fly.

Imagine Leo Actor playing Sammy in the flashbacks.

Imagine all these demigod actors becoming actual best friends, bonding off screen, getting goofy Instagram photos and back-and-forth tweets.

Imagine watching the Tartarus fall on a movie theater screen.

Imagine watching the gods battle the giants with their demigod children.

Imagine the heartbreak we’d feel at the end of the movies…if each one was made, there would be ten at least.

Imagine a Percy/Annabeth/Grover group hug on the last day of shooting, reminiscent of the Dan/Rupert/Emma one for Deathly Hallows.

Imagine falling in love with this cast and growing up with these movies, shaping a generation the way other great ones did before them.

Just imagine.


Soulmates aren’t rare, they aren’t, you’ll meet a thousand soulmates, just as you’ll live a thousand lives.

North Stars though, they are. By chance you’ll meet someone who encompass the way home. Someone who is home. And knowing them is like being found with never knowing you were lost.

And you will love them. God, you will love them as they are because they are yours. They exist beneath your skin, in your veins, to your bones. They were written in some far off past life.

There is no force that is more than they are.

You are born half in love with them, and to have them, to be theirs, is like nothing else. Nothing would dare to be.

the shadowhunters fandom’s hate for clary is just. so upsetting.

like i just want some art or fic about my homegirl. she’s great and i love her.

and like. i love malec. i do. but it’d be nice if malec centric fics weren’t 90% of what’s available. there’s not really any world-buildy fics i’ve found, just romance ones. which i like! obvi! but i like plotty fics too and shadhowhunters doesn’t seem to have that many of them, and those exist kinda treat everyone but magnus and alec as background characters :(

Inktober #11


Prompt: Alone by Halsey for @whothehellisbella ‘s song fic challenge.

Summary: Pursuing a long distance relationship with a man named Bucky Barnes, you can’t help but feel so unsure of committing to him.

Word Count: 2,930.

A/N: After taking what felt like a century to get inspiration for this fic, alas, the product is finished. Angst isn’t my preferable choice when it comes to writing, but I think I did pretty well. Also, huge thanks to my pal @theassetseyeliner for being a big help when it came to editing this out :D

Warnings: Angst, and some pretty bad thoughts. 

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biivory69  asked:

Hi Homecoming was amazing and I love this idea: after Homecoming Peter suddenly realizes, "Mr. Stark listened to my messages." So now when he calls and gives updates he adds in little comments. "... I helped the police with a bank robbery and I've always admired your work Mr. Stark." Or "Today was pretty quiet but I'm glad I've been given this opportunity to work with you Mr. Stark. You're my hero." Cue Tony sitting in his lap yelling at Dum-E "I'm not crying, you're crying."

Alright, so I hope this is what you had in mind my friend! This was so much fun to write and I hope I did Peter justice. Hope you like it. I call it: Nice work, kid.

Mister Stark listened to his messages…

It took him a while to realize it after everything that had transpired. But once he did, it gave him courage, an incentive to keep up with his daily reports.

He swung up, landing on the roof of an apartment building and found himself a nice perch on the edge. Taking out his phone he dialed the familiar number.

“Hey mister Stark! Hope I’m not bothering you, but it’s time for my daily reports. So, anyway, there were these dudes trying to rob a bank and I swooped in after determining the best course of action, just like you taught me, and they had this laser gun so I webbed them up real good until the cops arrived. And it was just like you how you stop criminals with your repulsion blasters. Well except I use webbing…”

“But it was so cool, mister Stark! Oh and I helped this old lady cross the street, she was really nice, she bought me a hot dog. Oh man I love hot dogs. Maybe we should get hot dogs sometime mister Stark? I mean, if you want to… and have time. Someday…”

Peter sighed softly. “Oh and you know what else happened? There was this big bad guy trying to rob a grocery store and this kid in a Spider-man costume came running up and shot this guy with his fake web shooters, covering him in sticky goo stuff. And then I came in, swinging through the broken window and went; “Nice work, kid.” And it was just like at the Stark expo! It was so cool.”

“You remember that, right Mister Stark? The Stark expo? There was this dorky small kid with an Iron Man mask and a little fake gauntlet. Yeah… That was me.” Peter chuckled, “You were my hero, mister Stark.. Still are! Still are, but especially back then, I want to be just like you. A man of science, good and responsible. You’ve no idea how much it means to me to be given this opportunity.”

Peter looked down when a commotion down on the street grabbed his attention. “Mister Stark, I’ve got to go. I think there’s someone in trouble who needs my help. But I’ll update soon, I promise. We’re still on for next Friday, right? Right.. Right, of course we are. Goodbye mister Stark!”


The call ended there. Tony still can’t believe it as he stared at the screens in front of him. Peter was the kid at the expo? The odds for that were about one in a million if not less. He wiped away a lonely tear from his cheek. Never before had anyone told him he was their hero, not like this. He hadn’t been the most popular Avenger and he always seemed to be the person who was doing the wrong thing in the publics eye. To have this moment, that meant a lot to him.

“Are you… crying?” Rhodey’s voice cut through the formed silence and Tony quickly sat up.

“I’m not crying, you’re crying.” He denied, but of them knew he was lying. Off to the side Dum-E, U and Butterfingers whirred and beeped excitedly as if to call him out on his lie. “Oh shut up, or I’ll turn you into scrap metal.”

He doesn’t mean it and everyone in the room knows it.

“Hey Tones, It’s okay. I know how much your spider-son means to you.” Rhodey clapped a hand on his shoulder and gave him a gentle smile. “But I do expect to meet my nephew sometime soon. Properly.”

It made him laugh and he nodded in agreement. “Sure, come by next Friday, I’ll introduce you.”

And honestly? He can’t wait for his little family to get that much closer.

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Harry collapsed on his bed.  He’d just hung up with Niall who had mentioned that he and Louis thought the idea of a break for at least a year might be good for them.  They all had wanted time off, but they thought a year of no touring would be enough.  Or Harry had, anyway.

How did a year of no touring turn into a year of no band requirements outside of the bare minimum?  A year of possibly only seeing the boys in passing once every few months as they signed some papers here, did a photoshoot there.  If that were the plan then the no touring idea would likely be closer to two years and…honestly that scared Harry a bit.

The two month break they had between the Asian leg and the European leg this year had been hard enough, and now they are suggesting a full year?  A bloody year.  What the hell was Harry going to do with himself?

He looked around his room and noticed that he still hadn’t gotten all of his paintings hung.  Then again, he didn’t spend as much time here as he had expected initially.  He preferred to spend time closer to his family and particularly loved London.  So many good memories there, and his house was close enough to Louis and Niall that they could often get together without much thought given.

Harry blew the air out of his mouth as his phone gave a chime.  Picking it up, he found a text from Louis asking if Niall had called yet.

yep. a year?  really?  H

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The War (Suho Mafia!au Fic Sequel) Chapter 1 - All Around Me

Originally posted by veriloquentmind

Warnings: None

If you haven’t read ‘A Dangerous Game’ you can find the first chapter here: (X)

Ch. 1, Ch. 2, Ch. 3, Ch. 4

Things were as normal as they could be…considering the circumstances. Junmyeon was spending a lot of time away from the penthouse either at the warehouse or meeting with Hakyeon or Jiyong and sometimes both. So it was just myself and Jinwoo and whoever we might manage to rope in to “bodyguard” duty for shopping or a trip to the park.

Today was one of those days; I had promised Jinwoo that we would go back to the park so that he could play with the friends that he had made and I had managed to rope Jongdae into coming with us.

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Adventure Awaits

Summary: Based upon the married life between Carl and Ellie from Disney Pixar’s Up.
Word Count: 4,515.
A/N: Literally the most longest, yet heart wrenching fic I’ve ever wrote. Although, I am absolutley astounded with the end result of this. As always, feedback would be greatly appreciated. Hope you enjoy, and prepare those damn tissues.
Special Tag: @spidweeb​ bc god bless her soul for always helping me out edit my stories :-)

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anonymous asked:

Um I see you take fic Requests? :3 could you make a fic about stenbrough? Like bill is depressed that he has his stutter and Stan tells him that's it's okay and starts listing off everything he loves about him? Also some hint of reddie? 030

I hope you like it. I know it took me forever but I really wanted to get it right.
“He thrusts his fists ag-g-gainst the p-p-po-p.” Bull groaned in frustration. “He th-thrusts his f-f-fi- FUCK!” He fell backwards onto his bed.
Why had he been born with a mouth made of fucking mashed potatoes?!
He could hardly even tell jokes to his parents or tell Georgie stories anymore. His stutter was too bad.
He was beginning to think it would ever get better.
He would be stuck like this for all eternity.
Just a stammering loser.
Bill took a shaky breath.
“He thrusts his fists against the post.” He said slowly and clearly. “And s-s-st-t-sti-sti- AGH!”
He covered his face with his hands. “I’m u-u-useless.” He muttered.
“I wouldn’t say useless. You’re a good kisser.” Stan said without looking up from his book.
Bill nearly jumped out of his skin.
He’d almost completely forgotten Stan was there, he’d been so quiet.
“Maybe I’m only a g-good k-ki-isser because you like the t-taste of ma-m-mashed p-pot-potatoes.” Bill muttered.
“Well, that’s not a very original joke.” Stan sighed as he placed his book down. He crossed over to sit on Bill’s bed next to him. “Are you okay?”
Bill shook his head and slumped down to lay his head on Stan’s lap. For a moment Stan stiffened, but then the moment was gone and his fingers were softly running through Bill’s red hair.
“Wanna talk about it?”
Bill shook his head.
“Th-that’s the p-p-problem. I c-can’t
f-fu-fucking t-t-talk!”
Stan shook his head. “You communicate just fine. You’ve been working really hard, and it’ll probably go away someday.”
Bill sighed into Stan’s lap.
“Besides I think it’s kind of cute for now.”
Bill perked up slightly.
“Re-really?” He asked tentatively.
“Yeah, it’s cute. It makes you special.”
Bill’s silence prompted Stan to continue.
“And your eyes are really nice. They remind me of blue-jays.”
Bill chuckled. Of course Stan would compare something he loved to a bird. But nevertheless it made Bill happy. He grinned.
“And your smile! I love your smile.”
Bill nuzzled into Stan’s chest and made a noise of content. But Stan didn’t stop.
“No, you don’t understand. It’s so…” Stan looked as if he was having a hard time finding words to describe the subject. Bill found this hard to believe considering Stan’s immense vocabulary.
“Big… and bright.”
“Big and b-bri-bright?” Bill repeated.
“Yeah. Big and bright, like….”
He was clearly struggling.
“Something else th-that’s big and bright?” Bill offered unhelpfully.
Stan chuckled.
“Yeah just like that.”
Bill sat up a bit to place a kiss to Stan’s chin, missing his lips and giggling at himself.
“So you j-just like me for my f-face.” Bill teased. Stan rolled his eyes and placed a gentle kiss to Bill’s nose.
“Not true. I love your bravery. You make me feel safe.” Stan smiled down at his boyfriend. “And you’re so sweet and understanding when I need to reorganize your pencils, or I take forever when-”
“There’s nothing wrong w-with any of that.” Bill interrupted him. Stan was perfect and he should know that.
“See that’s what I mean. And you’re so great with kids. Georgie’s friends all love you. And when we have kids one day I just know they’re gonna love you.” He suddenly realized what he said. “Not that we’re going to have kids because we-”
Bill leaned up again and this time he didn’t miss.
“I love you.” He said.
“See?” Stan asked.
“See what?”
“You didn’t stutter.” He said simply and placed his lips on Bill’s again.
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“The Lyrics to my Music” - Chapter 1

Pairing: Suga x Reader

Tags: Fluff, Slight smut and angst in future chapters.

Summary: One day you lose your notebook, the most important item you own, it’s filled with exactly 68 lyrics that you wrote, all of them extremely personal to you. Later that same day you discover an iPod filled with different songs with no lyrics. By some strange coincidence that iPod belongs to the same person who discovered your notebook of lyrics. This would cause the two of you to meet and form a friendship. Or maybe even something more…

Chapters: Prologue, Chapter 1

A/N: I’m sorry I took forever to write this, but I promise that you wouldn’t have to wait as long for chapter 2. I hope you enjoy and as always feedback would be very appreciated.

Originally posted by loveblushes


 One meeting. It was only supposed to be one meeting. A few hours in which I could explain the meanings to my lyrics to this stranger as a sign of gratitude for finding my notebook. But before I knew it we were talking and texting every day, and slowly, but surely the stranger was becoming my best friend.

 It all started the weekend after I lost my notebook and he found it. We decided to meet in a café that was very close to the park and that it turns out we both visited quite often. That morning as I was driving to the café I kept asking myself whether it was really a good idea to meet this guy that I don’t know at all, just so we can talk about some lyrics that I wrote. The whole situation sounded so ridiculous, but already made a promise, and I had to go and pick up my notebook anyways, so I had no other choice.

 The café was almost completely empty when I arrived there except for a young couple, a family with a small child and a guy who looked about my age who was sitting by himself looking down at his phone.

 Is this him?, I thought. It must be him. He’s the only person sitting by himself.

 I sat down on the chair across from him.

 “Umm…Are you Yoongi?” I asked.

 He looked up from his phone and gave me a small, polite smile. “Yes, that’s me. You must be the owner of the journal.”

 “Yeah,” I said returning his smile. “My name is [Y/N] by the way.”

 “Nice to meet you, [Y/N]!” He said digging through his backpack and pulling out my notebook.

 He passed it to me. “Here’s your notebook. I didn’t know who it belonged to at first, so I wrote some notes in it with a pen…I’m sorry…”

 I took my notebook and looked at him, confused. “What “notes”?”

 “Remember when I told you that I wanted to ask you a few questions about your lyrics? Well…I tried to analyze them by myself and understand what they are about, but I needed to write all my thoughts down…”

 Yoongi took the notebook and put it between the two of us, opening it to one of my poems.

 “See?” he pointed to a few notes that he had taken, written in a quick, careless handwriting, “I tried to write as small as I could so I don’t cover any of your writing…”

 I looked down and tried to read the notes. There were so many of them. Some of them were just small words written at the corners of pages. Others seemed to be whole paragraphs analyzing certain lines. He had also circled and highlighted a bunch of stuff, making the page look like a colorful explosion of words.

 I looked up at Yoongi who was waiting for my reaction, quietly.

 “I-I…” I didn’t know what to say. I was supposed to be angry at this guy that I don’t know for writing all over my lyrics. But looking at the notes I could see how carefully he wrote them, as if my poems, my words themselves, were breakable. And this made me feel most of all…curiosity. Why was he so interested in my work? Why was he so impressed by it that he wanted to meet me in person just so we can talk about it? It didn’t make sense to me. But at that exact moment, for some reason I thought of the iPod. The small device that I found at work a few days ago, and the thing that intrigued me so much. Ever since I found it, I’ve been listening to the songs in it every day, because for some reason they made me feel…comfortable and safe. It was a strange feeling of comfort that I haven’t felt in awhile, and I loved it.

 So I thought I about the iPod for a moment. If I knew who the owner of the iPod was, would I do the same thing, Yoongi did? Would I want to meet the owner as much as he wanted to meet me? Yes. Yes, I would.

 The boy across from me started talking again pulling me out of my thoughts.

 “I understand if you’re mad…Or just weirded out by me…” he said.

 I shook my head. “No…no I’m not. I’m just surprised that you’re so interested in my lyrics because to me they are like my journal and nothing more.”

 “Well…the thing is, that I’m a songwriter too. I’ve written a lot of songs, but these days I’ve been struggling a lot with coming up with lyrics. There are just certain things that I can’t express with words, so I write music for them instead. But after finding your journal and reading some of your lyrics I was extremely inspired by them.”

I smiled. “You were inspired by my lyrics?”

 “Yes!” He replied, “I’m completely serious!”

 I looked at him and raised an eyebrow, “So what do you want to know about them? I’ll tell you whatever you want about my songs on one condition.”

 He nodded quickly, “What is it?”

 “Most of those songs have a very personal and deep meaning to me, which means that when I tell you what they are about you would know a lot of things about me. So to make it less awkward, I want you to tell me one thing about yourself after every song we talk about.” I paused. “Also, if it’s not too much to ask can you give me some tips on writing music, because I’m not very good at it…”

 I was surprised by my own request. Usually, I wouldn’t ask anyone for help, especially with my songs. But I wanted to learn, I really did. And at that moment it seemed like the universe gave me the perfect opportunity and the perfect person for me to learn.

 He grinned happily - an expression that seemed extremely out of place on his previously calm and seemingly tired face.

 “Okay! I’ll do it!” he said and I smiled back at him.

 “Okay then, shall we start?”

 He nodded and opened the notebook to the very first page. My very first song, which was more of a poem than an actual song. It wasn’t structured properly. It was weird and kind of all over the place. But it meant a lot to me, just like all the rest of my songs.

 “I wrote this a few years ago,” I started, “It’s pretty bad, but it means a lot to me. The poem started out as a school assignment and…” I kept going, telling him the story about how my first poem became a thing. And he listened, occasionally pointing out a line that he liked or a metaphor that he didn’t understand.

 I guess that was one of the reasons we became friends - because he listened. He listened to all my stories and complaints, and all the extra things that I knew he didn’t really care about, but he still listened, and that meant a lot to me.

 After 3 hours of me talking and him listening, I told him everything about my first three songs. And he told me some things about himself too, he told me about his family and his friends about what he liked to do and what he didn’t.

 As we were talking I felt a closeness to Yoongi that I found extremely strange. I found it strange because I just met him. And I found it strange because I usually don’t feel that close to people unless I’ve known them for a very long time.

 After we were done talking I said goodbye to Yoongi and turned around to leave but he stopped me.

 “Umm…[Y/N]? Can we meet again, soon?”

 I smiled at him and nodded.

 And we did meet again. We met almost every day for the next month. Whether it was at the café, at the park or at the Italian restaurant that worked at. Sometimes we talked about my songs or his songs (that I haven’t heard yet), but others we just talked about our lives, TV shows that we like or just….anything.

And that’s how we got where we are today, the guy who used to be a complete stranger became my best friend. We were sitting on my living room couch, my notebook laying open in between is as we read and re-read old songs jotting down notes next to about how I can improve them, while at the same time having a conversation about completely random things.

 “So how come I’ve never been to your house before?” I asked.

 He shook his head, “You don’t want to go there, trust me. I live with six other boys and all of them are extremely loud and obnoxious.”

 I stopped and looked at him. “But they’re your friends. I want to meet them!”

 He sighed, “Someday….”

 I rolled my eyes at him and looked at the clock. It was 7:30 PM.

 “Oh, shit! I’m gonna be late!” I jumped off the couch.

 Yoongi looked at me, confused. “Late to what?”

 “Oh, I forgot to tell you. I’m going on a date tonight.” I answered.

 “What? But you’re not dating anyone?”

 I rolled my eyes at him again before answering, “That’s why I’m GOING on a date.”

 “But…Do you have to?”

“Yes! I have to, unless I want to stay lonely for the rest of my life!”

 He sighed, “Can I at least take the notebook with me? I’m working on a new song and I need some inspiration.”

 I thought for a second, “Umm…Okay, take it. But don’t work on any of my songs while I’m not there.”

 I walked into my bedroom and started getting ready.

 I didn’t really want to go on that date. I would much more rather just stay at home with my friend and work on my music. But almost everyone my age was already in a relationship or was even thinking about getting married. And then there’s me. I just feel pressured by everyone. Everyone keeps telling me that I’m getting older and I have to form a family and blah, blah, blah…

 I heard Yoongi get up and go to the door.

 “Bye!” he said.

 “See you tomorrow!” I answered before hearing him close the door behind him.

Suga’s POV

When I first met [Y/N] about a month ago I was fascinated. Just purely fascinated. And not by her looks, but by the way she talked. I felt as if I can listen to her talk for hours. She doesn’t know it, but every time I’m stressed, sad or in creator’s block just hearing her voice makes me feel a lot better.

 And the more I got to know her, the more my fascination of her grew. Soon, I was fascinated not just by the way she talked, but by literally everything about her. The ways she thinks, the way she walks, the way she smiles crookedly, the way she covers her mouth when she laughs so she’s not too loud - everything.

 At first, I thought my fascination was normal because we’re best friends and most best friends are also fascinated by each other. Right? I kept telling myself that until one night I found myself laying awake in my bed, scribbling down lyrics. Lyrics that were about her. Songs, melodies, and music that were about her.

 I didn’t even realize I was writing them about her at first. They were just popping up in my head. But the more I thought about them, the more I thought of her.

 And I know that what I’m feeling is extremely stupid and selfish! Because we’re best friends, but she doesn’t like me like that. I know it’s so stupid, but my heart still flutters every time she accidentally touches my hand. And I know it’s selfish, but I don’t want her to go on dates. I want her to stay with me.

 I got home and sat down on my desk. I took all the songs that I have written about her and put them away. And that night I promised myself one thing. I promised myself that I’m not going to be selfish and ruin our friendship. Not today. Not tomorrow. Not ever. I’ll just keep my feelings hidden and they would eventually disappear. Right? Right?…

Inktober #3

Duelinktober Prompts #4 & #8 - GX Duelist / Ritual Monster

Decided to combine a couple of prompts, because I’ve been meaning to draw Asuka with Vennu for a while now.

In the GX AU @peachy-kun and I have been working on, Asuka has Vennu as her spirit partner.  So when they added Vennu to Duel Links, I was super duper excited; even moreso now that I can have her properly in Asuka’s deck.  ❤

| Keep Breathing | Armin Arlert

Song fic

The storm is coming but I…. don’t mind.

You watched Armin laugh nervously at Eren’s teasing, a faint blush painted across his face. A smile of your own lifted your lips as you observed him, a flutter picking up in your chest and spreading warmth. Was this what was called butterflies? You weren’t sure.

Armin noticed your stare and turned his head. For a second you felt a hot flare of embarrassment at being caught but it all disappeared as he caught your eyes. A quizzical look passed his features before the expression was cleared by the most beautiful smile you’d ever seen, skin beside his eyes barely crinkling, closed lips lifting to show tiny dimples. His hand came up as he sent you a shy wave.

Ah, yes. It must be butterflies.

People are dying…

A satisfied sigh left your mouth as you played with the ends of your shirt, exiting the cafeteria. Armin Arlert…he was overtaking your thoughts. It was like you couldn’t blink without seeing blonde hair and curved ears infront your eyes. You bit the inside of your gum, contemplating. Was it a bad thing to feel this way?

A part of yourself scolded that yes, of course it was, while a growing bigger part of you yelled at it to keep quiet. So what if you lov- had a crush on him? Yes, he was one of your best friends but maybe, maybe, just this once-

“Did you hear?”

Two cadets round the turn of the hallway, one speaking in a hushed voice. You took a step, about to maneuver around them before the other spoke.

“Hmm? No, what?”

“Supposedly almost half the squad of elders who went on that recent exposition didn’t return.”


“Scary huh? If those were our leaders….what could happen to us out there?”

You let out a shuddered breath, eyes widening. What? The two started to turn around at your gasp, but by then you were already gone.

“Did you hear something?”

“Yeah. Let’s not talk about this, we might get in trouble if someone tells Heichou.”

You stared into space, chest heaving, round the corner from the cadets. You pressed your back into the wall and gritted your teeth. You weren’t completely familiar with the leaders, but the news hit you right in the heart.

You let your body relax. What were you thinking before? This had served as a grim yet imperative reminder of who you were and where you resided. Romance? What a joke. Here you were squealing like a love sick school girl when soldiers were dying out there, in this hell of a world you lived in. Did you forget why you joined the corps in the first place? It was because of the predators killing without reason, because of the fear stalking the hearts of every human being within the walls.

I close…my blinds.

You let your eyes close before reopening them and stalking off, pushing the event to the back of your mind.

All that I know is I’m breathing now.

I want to change the world, instead…. I sleep.

You knew this would produce nothing but bad fruit. You knew…

Yet you couldn’t stay away from him.

“No way!”

“Mmhm,” Armin’s eyes sparkled.

“It’s true,” Eren yawned from his seat. His turquoise eyes shifted to yours lazily. “He had a book on it and everything when we were younger.”

Mikasa just silently nodded.

“But water filled with salt? Plus it makes up for 70 percent of the planet? You’re pulling my leg guys.”

“No, it’s called the ocean,” Armin insisted in his soft voice, his tone slowly raising in his passion for the subject. “It stretches for miles upon miles, filled with sea creatures and plants and volcanoes that spit fire in its deep depths.”

“Wow,” You mouthed breathily. “The world is amazing.”

Armin peered at your starstruck appearance, a glazed over smile showing your teeth. He fiddled with his thumbs nervously.

“Yeah…someday when we escape these walls, I’ll carry you there myself if you don’t believe me Y/N.”

You felt your face burning as you whipped your face around.

All you met were embarrassed, but determined pools of blue. “I promise.”

“Armin…” You blushed harder, and his face mirrored yours.

Eren coughed intentionally from the corner, a smirk spreading his pink lips. “Get a room, lovebirds.”

The two of you turned to him simultaneously, faces steaming. “E-Eren!”

Mikasa pulled up her scarf to hide her amused smile.

I want to believe in more than you and me.

“Someday,” You sighed, staring up at the roof in the girl’s quarters. “He’s right, there must be more beyond this cage…”

Armin’s smile.


But all that I know is I’m…. breathing.

It was terrifying. It was so much more than you had expected. It was terrifying.

Yet it was all familiar. You’d done it so many times, strange how you’d never gotten use to it.

All I can do is keep… breathing.

You passed the dead bodies, trying not to dwell too much on it, trying to focus on your objective.

Settling on the back of your horse more firmly, you slowly reached a hand up to hover in front of your mouth. A gust of air blew onto your fingers from your lungs.

“What are you doing?”

One of your teammates. His face shaky, obviously as affected as you were from the gore you were passing by. He tried to start conversation, as the two of you barely knew each other, and offered a small smile.

“Me?” You asked nonchalantly. A small chuckle left you. You almost felt dead inside, the world, the beautiful world that Armin had insisted was so full of wonder - splattered with red.

“I think I’m just checking to make sure I’m still breathing.”

All we can do is keep breathing now. 

“Abnormals up ahead!”

All that I know is I’m breathing.

The familiar rush of overwhelming adrenaline, lust for battle, and fear that kept your mind clear of fog. You felt the solidity of the horse’s back leave from underneath you as you propelled yourself into the air.

(All I can do is keep breathing.)

Flash of silver blades. Your thumbs’ rapidly flicking movements. The weightless feeling of your body twisting in the air.

All we can do is keep breathing

The too familiar feeling of skin breaking underneath your blades, steaming blood touching the atmosphere, splattering onto your clothes.

(All we can do is keep breathing)

You touched back down onto the dirt, the sound of the titan’s body hitting the floor shaking the ground you stood upon. You turned, searching for your teammates.

“Oi, everybody all right?”

Your teammates weren’t even paying attention to you, instead their widened eyes focused on something behind you. You instantly turned, fearing the worst-

His dismembered head stood at your feet.

You paled, rigidly turning and doubling over to vomit. Putrid substances left your mouth until there was nothing left and all you could do was dry heave. Your commander and the three remaining only looked on, faces cold and stony until you finished.

(How could they not even react to their friend dying?? Who were the true monsters here??)

“What are you doing?”


You didn’t even know those would have been his final words. Maybe then you wouldn’t have been so sarcastic.

You blinked back tears and stared blankly ahead. Turning to your team that was patiently waiting on you, you nodded.

“Let’s go.”

Maybe it was because of the death of your teammate. (You didn’t even know his name). Maybe it was because of how jittery you were, how distracted the entire squad was. Who knows the reason why it happened. The fact remained….

…That none of you noticed the giant faces behind the trees.

All we can do is keep breathing

“No no no…”

You didn’t know how you had gotten here. All you knew was that Armin was hovering above you, his shaggy locks hanging in front his teary eyes.

“Arm-” You tried to speak but ended up coughing harshly. “…How-” How was he here? Where even were you?

All we can do is keep breathing

“We were passing by and saw the bodies. Y/N, there’s…there’s no one alive in this bloodfield. What happened?”

“Am…bush…” You managed to say, your memories returning in abrupt flashes. “There were just…too many.”

“The flare gun?”

A small chuckle exited your red speckled mouth, flat and without humour. The memory of Hotare, the leader, getting swallowed whole. She had been keeping it in her jacket.

“Our leader kinda… misplaced it.”

“Alright hold on,” Armin said, slipping his arms underneath your body. “I’ll get you hel-”

“It’s a bit too late for that,” You smiled weakly.

He looked confused before the implications of what you said dawned on him and his eyes widened.

“What?” His eyes trailed down your body. Apart from a few bruises, nothing spectacular was out of order. His bushy brows furrowed in confusion. “But….”

“Internal damage,” You managed to whisper. “Titan kinda…threw me to the floor.”

(Something cracking in your ears, blood jerking from your mouth in a forceful breath as agony rushed over your body, a scream ripping through the air.)

“Come on Y/N…what are you trying to say?” Armin smiled desperately. You could only lid your eyes.

“You know what I’m saying….you’re smart enough…”

“Y/N please,” He finally cracked, head hanging. Something wet blossomed on your cheek and it took you way too long to register through your pain fogged mind that he was crying.


All we can do is keep breathing

“You idiot…” he hiccuped. The cadets in the background that had come with him were ignored. At the moment, it was only you and him.

“Armin Arlert, did you just insult me?” You wheezed, still managing to joke lightly.

“I promised….”

“What?” You were starting to turn a little delirious from the pain, black creeping in on the edges of your vision. Nevertheless, you forced yourself to stay awake. You were tired…so tired…but this seemed important somehow.

“I promised to take you to the ocean.” He gripped your frail body to him with surprisingly strong arms. You were shocked to feel the lean but hard muscle around you.

Heh….Armin wasn’t the skinny little recruit that had showed up three years ago was he? You really shouldn’t have underestimated him, considering the brutal training all of you had been put through. He was a soldier now after all, you had to be strong to cut through hard skin and muscle of a titan’s neck.

What…it seemed like you were getting…off topic…

Your blurry eyes refocused on him. He was full on crying now, stray blonde hairs sticking to the sides of his mouth.

“Hey…” you said weakly. You tried to reach a hand up to cradle his face but it fell half way. Armin noticed what you were trying to do and held your hand with his warm one, pressing it to his cheek.

“Yeah?” He asked, voice cracking.

“You already showed me the ocean….” You were struck with a small dose of clarity as you looked up into watery shades of overlapping blue, bright and enticing blue. “It’s in….your….eyes…”

All we can do is keep breathing

A short laugh left his mouth as he pressed his cheek into your hand harder.

“That’s so cheesy, Y/N.”

“Right?” You replied. “So don’t be sad….Oh…and take care of Eren for me…that idiot is gonna get himself killed…”

“I don’t want to be held responsible for anything…so why don’t you make sure to do it yourself?” He pleaded. This was the most feisty you’d ever heard him talk. You let a small smile cross your lips. Your sight was flickering now, and you could feel death’s persuasive hands on you drawing you away. Tired….maybe you could just nap for a second….

“You’re so ridiculous, Armin.”

All we can do is keep breathing

Armin opened the eyes he had closed when he didn’t hear anything after that.


He frowned at your slack posture, eyes closed, smile vanished as your muscles relaxed in a neutral expression. He shook your shoulder with his free hand.

“Hey…open your eyes….stop playing…”

Armin let go of the growing cold fingers pressed to his cheek, and watched in muted shock as the hand dropped lifelessly to the ground.


All we can do is keep breathing

A ragged scream left his throat as he buried his face into your hair. He rocked your bodies back and forth, sobs racking his form.

“Please….I promised….I promised…”

He could only repeat those words over and over in a self imposed trance. His arms clenched harder around the object in his grasp.

All that I know is I’m breathing-

Breath escaped him as he exhaled another violent cry.