LeavinItBehind

---'Just Be': Part 26--- With the promise of escape just beyond the corner, morale was uplifted all around.  Everyone was scrambling hastily to refill their fuel rods, of course, before the Titans could renew their attack.  But even with the impending threat, none could ignore the look of renewed spirit on their faces.  You smiled at your comrades, feeling a spur of optimism in your heart.  Making your rounds, you began collecting empty rods and passing them out to those who were manning the fueling stations. "Hey, can someone fill these, too?" you called out. "[First], toss one over here!" Reiner shouted in your direction.  He caught it d

“Get back to work.” Rivaille spat out as he walked back into his office but not before stopping by to slap the back of Eren’s head. “Especially you, brat. Where’s that four thousand-word article that I told you to get done?” The poor brunette trudged back to his desk with his eyes low and started up his computer. I feel like he needed the tissues more than I did. Rivaille lingered around our desk area for a while longer as if he had more to say but sighed and turned to his office with his hands shoved in his pockets. Petra went back to her desk as well after she patted my shoulder and congratulated me on

 What Happens on New Year's, Stays on New Year's     "Jaeger, I challenge you!"     You sighed contentedly, satisfied of how things were going on this fine New Year's party. Your friends we're drinking and half of them we're still sober. You laughed as Jean then slammed his elbow on the table, challenging Eren to a arm wrestling match.     Eren smirked and sat down across Jean. He then grabbed his hand. "Armin, be the referee," Eren demanded. Armin nodded and sat down beside Eren.     "Start!" Jean shouted. Jean and Eren then started to push against each other's hands, and you could see their muscles strain. The people watching on the

Warning: You're about to read mature and suggesting themes Story 1: Phone Call You were currently in your penthouse in New York; with nothing more than one of your boyfriends white cotton button-up shirt and when you say nothing else it means nothing else. You had finally decided to move a month ago and you still weren’t accustomed to the place. It was so… big. You sighed; you were in the white leather sofa with your legs up reading a book. You hadn’t sighed because the book was bad, it was actually pretty interesting but your mind had stopped comprehending it’s words a few ages back. You sighed again; you wanted

To him, [First] was perfect. The way her [h/c] hair flowed around her when she trained with her squad, the way her [e/c] eyes sparkled with passion when she spoke about the freedom of humanity… most of all the way she smiled. She was a strong leaders and a loyal solider. Mike was positive that there was nothing that woman wouldn’t do for her comrades. Yes to Mike Zacharius, [First] [Last] was absolutely perfect. Except for one tiny flaw, her smell. If he caught her in the morning, right when she woke up and had showered, the [h/c] haired woman smelt like the juiciest of strawberries. It was intoxicating to the point of rendering