@determinederen

Marco sighed as he waited for Eren to arrive. He was waiting by the edge of the football field as he said he would in his text. The brunet had been Marco’s crush for awhile, and now he was ready to finally confess how he felt to Eren, and too ask him out.

“Come on Eren, where are you?” Marco whispered to himself, looking at his hand, wishing for Eren to come soon, so he could ask him on a date, hopefully the first of many.

He was not expecting an answer in his favor, but he really hoped he would get one. He had been rejected so many times, even by his best friends Thomas and Jean. It was crushing to say the elast, especially when jean started dating Eren’s blond friend Armin.

He was just so needy, so he understood that not many liked him, and he of course was more dominant in nature then he would lead to be based on how he talked to everyone in a normal situation.

He just did not know how to really react if Eren said yes, but he knew he would be very happy. He already had a nice picked out and everything. Not to mention he planned a very special second date if the first went well.

Looking a little embarrassed she sighed. “Okay, if you promise not to tell anyone. Though if you do it’s not like I can kill you...” she shrugged and then wandered over to stand on her toes a bit because damn her slightly short stature (she’s like 5′2, 5′3′‘) so she could whisper in his ear just the question that came up and her answer to it.

levi pulled his shirt over his head slowly, enjoying the warmth of the sun on his back after days of cold rain and frost. the light beamed in through the window, hitting his back and causing a soft breath of air to leave his lips.

he turned around then, so the sun shined on his face and lifted his chin up towards the window, allowing himself a small smile to slip past, amused.

{{Eren Jaegaer}} @determinederen

Eren stops dead in his tracks as he comes around the back of the building. He makes a small gargled sound seeing another form, terrified that it’s their dorm attendant, the adult whose in charge of the building. He curses under his breathe and hides the pack of cigarettes in his pocket as quickly as he can. God forbid if he’s caught smoking - yet again.  A small shift, and he realizes he hasn’t been seen, that the other person hasn’t moved.

A light breeze and the clouds part just enough to cast some light. Eren blinks in the darkness, feels a bit of relief fill his chest. It looks like he isn’t the only one who can’t sleep, who comes out back and stares up at the stars. He pulls the cigarettes back out of his pocket and walks over to the small fence surrounding the building. Eren plops down on the ground beside the other and puts the cigarette between his lips.

Small acts of rebellion, anything to cause issues for his parents. “Your name’s Marco right?” A small flame and he inhales a moment, exhales some smoke. Vibrant green eyes look up and he smiles, tries to not look threatening, or well, anything but friendly. “Can’t sleep?”

Sleepless. Misery. That was the only way one could describe nights such as tonight. He had received probably the worst news of his life several days ago, and since then sleep had been elusive. Tonight was the worst. He thought he just needed time. That did not seem to be working, at all.

Marco jumped a bit when someone sat by him. He looked over to the other. It was Eren. They shared a few classes, and lord only knew how much the teachers stressed that Eren would not be polite company, or one for Marco to hang out with. However, Marco never saw anything wrong with Eren, he wasn’t truly evil.

@determinederen

If we kissed:

[x] This wouldn’t happen.

[x] Oh disgusting.

[] Again, again.

[] Kiss you back.

[] Let’s take this to the bedroom.

[x] Slap/Push you away.

[] Be confused

If you asked me out I’d say:

[x] Um no.

[x] I’m taken-

[] Sure.

[] HOLY ASDFGHJK YESSSSS.

Can we cuddle?:

[x] No.

[x] Ew.

[] Sure.

[] YES.

Sex?:

[] Let’s do it.

[x] No. You can’t handle my d.

[] FUCK YES.

[x] No.

Should you reblog this?:

[] Yes. I want to send you one.

[x] Yes.

levi placed his hand on the cold metal barre, squeezing it gently once before closing his eyes and stretching his leg up behind him. he winced, but continued to push it, forcing the muscles to stretch despite their protesting. what would a classroom think if their teacher couldn’t even perform basic stretches.

he let out the breath he was holding as he slowly relaxed his muscles, letting his leg drop back down, pointing his toes out then tapping his heel to the ground and glancing at his reflection. hair was combed backwards neatly, eyes sharp with just that smidge of eyeliner and powder under his eye bags. he was wearing a black tank top that showed off his tattooed (and muscled) arm, and leggings that went to his mid-shin which hid another tattoo that wrapped around the knee he had wounded five years ago.