TheYouTubePrincess

(unedited mkay) ---------------------------- At the end of the day you walked down the stairs that lead to the underground parking, where Armin was waiting for you. The clicking of your heels on the cement floor made Armin look up from his phone amd smile at you. He gave you a peck on on the lips and greeted you with his usual happy tone. "Hi." "Hello." You smiled at each others and both took your place in the car. "So where are we going to eat?" You asked as he started the engine. "Ah. You'll see." He smirked at you and you chuckled. Damn, he was cute. The car ride wasn't too. At your surprise Armin parked in an empty parking, next

Marry Me? (Armin x Reader AU!) Armin couldn't do anything but watch. Well, he could have went up to you and that guy, wrap his arms around your waist and tell the jock you had a boyfriend. But who am I kidding? The guy would have laughed at him and anyway, you probably already realised he was so much better than him, right? So Arlert stayed sitting at his office desk, watching you talk to the new recruit (well that's what M. Erwin calls them) by the opening of the door and wonder if he would ever gatter up the courage to finally ask you The Question. He continued watching you laugh at whatever the recruit was saying and saw Eren approachin

(THIS IS PART 2!!!) The string can be stretched or tangled, but it can never break. You heave a heavy sigh, and rub your temples in frustration. The book in your hand is titled, 'The String', and the cover depicts two pinky fingers on opposite ends, connected by a thin red string. You toss it onto the coffee table, atop the magazines Petra normally left out for guests to read when they got bored. You order takeout and settle for a drama-rerun. You've made the decision to move out, and to let Levi move into the apartment to begin his domestic life with his girlfriend. Petra was adamant at first, but after seeing the anguish on your face, an

"Okaay, so you're telling me you're going to meet some random person - and take note that you only know them by their username - and spend the whole day with them?" Hanji had Levi on speaker, her hands busy typing up a report for work. She swiveled around in her chair and sighed loud enough for Levi to sense the disappointment in her voice, and in response groaned. "We have a lot in common, okay? Plus. It's a public place. They're not gonna murder in pure daylight." Levi took a look at himself in the mirror. Was a button-up too formal? Should he just pull on a hoodie and jeans and call it a day? Aw, fuck it. He already went through the troub

You could see the red string. The red string that connected you to your soulmate, the one person on the entire earth, who was made for you. What you hated the most though, was that it was attached to the male sitting on the couch beside your roommate, peppering kisses onto her face and tickling her sides, making her giggle; a giggle that sounded so lovely, like twinkling bells and pure happiness. You see, the thing is, only one person could see the string. The other, would have to wander the earth, blindly guessing. And sometimes, the two blindly guessing people, end up marrying, never discovering their destined other half. And if that wa

“ ‘The Study of Forensic Science’.” You startle in the quiet library and look up to see Armin. “Hi,” you smile, “You surprised me.” Armin ducks his chin apologetically. “I'm sorry; I didn't mean to,” he says, sitting across from you. He points to the thick book you hold. “I wasn't aware that you were interested in forensics.” “Oh.” You close the book. “A passing interest. Curiosity, that's all.” “It's a fun subject to study,” says Armin, crossing his legs, “It helps a person look more closely at...everything. Helpful, I think

“Good morning,” chirps Armin, popping a kiss to your offered cheek. He lays down beside you in the grass damp with dew, warm rays of sunshine stretching out over the meadows. “Good morning,” you reply happily, curling up against him, throwing your arm over his waist. You have a sigh. You've missed him while he was out on an expedition. You worried about him. “I bought you something from one of the Washington refugees.” You lift your head and look at him. The Washington District was obliterated; less than three percent of the population made it out alive. For a refugee to sell something? Either they were

“Dan!!” You tossed your keys into the air, catching them in your opposite hand. You tapped your foot impatiently, waiting for your boyfriend at the foot of the stairs. He was no doubt locked up in his room working on a video or drowning in Malteasers. You had begged him to visit a cemetery with you on the cold, dark Halloween night, and he begrudgingly agreed after much persuasion. He seemed to be holding out on his promise, though, as you messed with your costume. “Daniel Howell!” You heard your shared bedroom door creak open, light flooding into the hall as he edged towards the stairs. His face was painted white,