Livinglir

"It'll be today. He'll come back today." A constant reminder that you'd pour out to yourself. The window in front of you squeaks once you move your hand against it. Your fingers curl into a ball, eyes narrowing as you stared out. Many days had been marked in bold red on your calendar. Those days accumulated into weeks, and the weeks poured into months. Your hope was flickering like a withered candle at this point - maybe the optimism that held you together was tearing you apart. By now, you figured it would be a waste of time to keep staring out the window. But when you'd get up to leave, or even skip your waiting session, there'd be a ting

"Sayaka...! Sayaka!" The blue-haired man looked over his shoulder, where his exhausted eyes focused onto the (h/c) haired girl running towards him at top speed. He recognizes her immediately and his eyes widen. It's the girl he had visited in the hospital for so many times, the girl he fell in love with, the girl Hitomi took from his grasp. The girl he souled his soul for. "(F-F/n)..." He mumbled, turning around his entire body to fully face her. She stops abruptly in front of him, panting, as she averts her eyes to look at the darkened Soul Gem clutched in his hand. Her (e/c) eyes widen as she feels the sting of tears arise. "W...Why are

  Boris X Reader- I can’t Stop Staring! You were on your way to school, searching through your bag and noticed your favorite pencil wasn’t there. That was when you noticed two twin boys. One was dressed in blue, the other in pale red. When they looked your way, they started to run towards you. “Hi!” they holler to you. “Wha? Haven’t they heard not to walk up to strangers, let alone talk to them?” you question yourself. “We can’t find our ball.” The one in blue says to you. “Yeah, will you help us?” the other inquired. “Uh, s-sure, but where’d you see it

"Corporal knows French?" You stared at Connie incredulously, you jaw slightly agape. Connie, satisfied with your response, leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms behind his head. A shit-eating grin spread across his face, and he responded with a haughty tone: "Eyup. I heard him the other day, he was cursing in french at something that had gotten on his boot." Beside you, Reiner chuckled, the sound deep and low and reverberating up your spine. "Yeah right, Connie, you little weasel. How do we know you aren't lying?" Connie sat forward, his face enraged. "I'm not lying!" he exclaimed. "It's true!!" Jean looked less than convinced. "Re