KawaiiKittenChan

  Listen here first for the song that inspired the piece: [link] Somebody Told Me – The Killers *NOTE* Though I love the hilarious idea that Jean dated a girl who ended up getting a sex change, I’m choosing to go with the second most popular interpretation of the song, more along the lines of what The Killers intended.  "Come on, chick! Don't give me those crappy rumor excuses." And I added the part with Armin, because clearly in my faraway yaoi universe (which this is not), those two belong together.** Jean Kirstein could hear the music blaring from outside the club as he waited to enter. His group of friends chatted and joked

**NOTE: If you are looking for Part 23, someone reported it and it was removed, but you can still read it on my Ao3 account located here- http://archiveofourown.org/works/5081434/chapters/11685739 :: It had been two weeks since your memory had returned to normal. Levi had refused all of Hange’s requests to have you checked over for the first five days, until she annoyed Erwin enough that he lifted both of your suspensions and ordered you be “released” for medical inspections. She found nothing to be overly concerned about and marveled excitedly at how effective her “jolt” suggestion had been. After returning to

When you finally came to, it was unnaturally dark. Something was covering your eyes and you were restrained against a hard surface. As you struggled to break free from your ties, you heard a voice. “You’re finally awake, (l/n). Good,” said the slightly familiar man. As the blindfold came away, you beheld one of your Corps trainers smiling at you. “Corporal Voss, sir! Thank god! I don’t know what happened. Can you get me free?” you begged. He smirked and patted you on the head, “No, (l/n). I’m afraid I can’t. It seems my bosses are very interested in you.” Realization of how you g

A bird twittered loudly outside. You grabbed a nearby pillow and lazily threw it at the window. "Damn birds..." Your limp arms prop themselves up as you look at your clock. The blurry numbers read '8:00'. You rub your eyes shockingly. "It's only 8? Why the hell am I up?" You land on your soft cushions and close your eyes in annoyance. You flip and turn, but to no avail. After about 30 minutes of trying to go back to sleep, you decide to get up and actually be useful. You trudge downstairs and make your way into the kitchen. "I'll make breakfast simple today... Maybe just some pancakes and a fruit salad. Also some toasted bread if I have th

You chop up some vegetables as your hips move to your favorite song. Normally you would fight the urge to dance, but today is a pretty good day for you. You got a promotion, plus a raise, from your job, you got a discount on your favorite book, and a little kid called you pretty. It was a good day to live right now. Your phone buzzed as you skillfully slid the diced veggies into the boiling stew. Wiping your hands on your shirt, you pick up your phone. 'Working overtime again. I'm going to be late coming home. You don't have to stay up for me.' You sigh sadly and look at the clock. It just turned 8:30 and it was getting dark. 'Okay... But