The Stars Guide Us

If my pick up lines don’t woo them, my eyebrows will!

“I feel so alone.”

"Marco... Never say that ever again. Please. There's no reason to feel alone because I'm here for you no matter what, okay?"

"Yes, of course. I know. And on the flip-side, I'm always here for you if you need anything, okay?"

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instigates the sex 

“I feel so alone.”

"Marco... Listen. If you have anything to say, just tell me, I- don't look like that. Please."

"It's nothing -- just having one of those days. Woke up on the wrong side of the bed, so to speak, haha. Sorry if I worried you..."

"I don’t think any of us are going to survive this. I’ve come to accept my pending demise. I just wanted my death to mean something."

(please tell me if something’s wrong with my english! ♥)

a tall, handsome, piece of hot damn? 

"It means a lot that you took the time to take care of me. I don’t mean to ask too much." He said, lifting the tea cup and blowing on the steam before taking a small sip. The hot liquid coated his throat, helping the cough go down.

"Besides, I've got nothing else to do today, so keeping you company is probably the best way to spend my time," Marco explained, laughing a little afterward.

"Hey, Armin, what’s up?!"

“I feel so alone.”

"Marco, what are you saying? I'm right here."

"Yeah, but...I dunno. Sometimes I feel alone even if there's a crowd."

"Most people abandon their bunks when it’s time to eat; we can try to start the plan tomorrow morning or maybe around dinner time. We’d have to act fast though -– so no one will notice we’re gone for long. ‘Sides, you’re one to socialize enough for people to notice you’re gone, so you might wanna leave a bit earlier than I do."

"That's a very good point. In that case, I'll swap some around in the morning while people are too incoherent to notice, and then you can finish up the rest in the evening. I'll try to keep everyone distracted for as long as possible. I think that should give us more than enough time to swap everything."

[text]: cuz they’re lyyyyiiiiiing

“I can’t get over how handsome you are. Not that it’s a problem. In fact, you’re everything I’ve ever dreamed of.” Marco knew that what he said was probably overly flirty and cheesy, but he didn’t care. He wanted Jean to know just how much he loved him. It was just an urge that Marco couldn’t resist, as was the next thing he did. He shyly closed the distance between their lips. Jean couldn’t be the one initiating everything, after all. He gently ran his tongue across Jean’s lips, savoring the sweet sensation. He enjoyed the feeling of their tongues sliding against and around each other, and a low moan that he’d been trying to withhold finally escaped his mouth. His shy, soft kissing gradually got a little more rough. He didn’t know if he was pushing it too far, and he knew that pulling away would probably be a good idea. However, he couldn’t bring himself to part from the euphoric kiss. Rather, he chose to indulge in a feeling that completely took his mind off of the happenings of earlier that morning and the night before.

　　But still, he didn’t know what provoked him. They were talking about something (something that was the least of his worries now) when he mindlessly said “you can make as many stab wounds as you want.” And the pain will always be temporary were the following words he was going to say but never had a chance to, because the next thing he knew, he was bleeding like a bitch. It was just a saying; he didn’t think Marco would actually test it out. "What made you do that?" he asked, figuring it was better for him to be civil than stress himself out by giving a lecture on how it was not okay to fucking stab someone.

"There's no rhyme or reason behind what I did," Marco stated. It wasn't the first time something like that had happened. It was rare, but there were a few occasions where he'd gone into a daze mid-conversation, but he never stabbed someone. "I don't know how to explain it. While you were talking, I guess I zoned out...and the next thing I knew, I was yanking the knife out of your shoulder." He truly felt guilty. Never in his life would he consider harming another human in such a way, especially if they'd done nothing wrong. Marco took the blood-soaked rag away and began cleaning the access blood away. "I'll take whatever punishment you have in mind."