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HI can i request some soft Reibert please, particularly the scene where theyre outside the tent talking the past few years and like maybe a slight hint of a confession but the confession stays as that and its kinda awkward so they change the topic.

Reiner attempted to switch the subject. "I wish I had turned home when I could." Reiner stared at the ground for a bit."But I'm glad I didn't. I got to spend every day of the last five years with you. " he scratched the back of his head, and Bertoldt smiled." Best five years of my life." He confessed. "I-" Reiners face turned red. "I want to spend as many years with you as I can.' A confession that was locked away and left swirling in Reiners mind. Instead, he hummed in silent agreement.'It's getting late." Reiner said, and Bertoldt stared at the blond with an indescribable expression on his face. "Yeah," he huffed "night, Reiner"

Thank you for the request! I know i say this on every post but I had so much fun writing this! Feel free to let me know what you think!

Also, happy pride month!

Bertoldt sighed, the cold winter air enveloping him. "feels a thousand times cooler up here." Bertoldt chuckled quietly, despite the cold he relished in the beauty that could only be found on the island of the eldians. "Do you regret not turning back?" The question snapped Bertoldt out of his mesmorised state."Huh?" he raised a question at his blond comrade."After Marcel got eaten, " Reiner specified, "Do you regret not turning back?" Reiner stared at Bertoldt, it wasnt a jab or a setup for a cruel joke. It was a genuine question.

"In a way, I don't." Bertoldt said after thinking on it for a while." Who knows what the top brass would've done if we did." Bertoldt sighed, his breath forming a little cloud before fading away. "If I could go back without any repercussions, I'd leave in a heartbeat." Reiner admitted. Reiner smiled to himself and thought about what he'd do if he were home. Seemingly reading his mind, Bertoldt asked, "And what would you do when you got home?" Without thinking Reiner responded, "I'd visit my family!" He laughed a bit louder than he intended. Bertoldt smiled. "I'd like to see my dad again." he looked a bit sad after the words left his mouth "sometimes," he hestitated "Sometimes I think I'll never see him again" his voice breaks a bit toward the end of his sentence. Reiner looked at his comrade. " You accepted that possibility when you became a warrior." Bertoldts frown deepend at this "I know"

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Can I request shadis gardening?

I haven't checked my requests in a while, I'm a bit backed up, so I'll be posting more (hopefully). Please don't be too hard on me! I haven't written anything in a while, ToT

"Blight again," he held up the tomato in his hand and examined it, no matter what he did, they'd always grow back diseased. Keith stood up and sighed, deciding to give up on the tomatoes forever. Forgetting his failed tomato plant, he looked around his garden with a sense of accomplishment. Before retiring from the military, his garden was a wilted mass of weeds and rotten tree branches. After leaving the military, with nothing else in his life to focus on, he poured himself into taking care of the nature in his backyard.

After a few weeks, his garden was filled with lovely flower beds, sprouting vegetables, and the crown jewel, a beautiful apple that grew in the center of his yard. He smiled proudly, thinking of how far his garden had come. Keith bent over to water his vegetables, 'The potatoes are sprouting,' he thought. His mind wandered to his cadets, "Maybe I'll pay them a visit."

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can you write a soft short story between Historia and Ymir from AOT where they’re relaxing in a park making pressed flowers instead of training with the other 104th

Thank you for the request! I had a lot of fun writing this!

"Then, you press them like this!" Christa smiled and shut the book. "After a while, the books will flatten the flower, and the paper will absorb the moisture!" Christa turned to Ymir with a sweet smile." And what do we do with the flowers after they've been smushed?" Ymir sighed and raised an eyebrow. "I just don't see the point in this." Ymir pressed her back to the tree they were perched under, "Well... They make nice gifts since they last for a while." Christa said after a short minute of thinking, "I-I thought you'd like them." She frowned a little, and Ymir immediately took back her words. "Well, I'd love just about anything my darling gives me!" she barked and pulled Christa into a side hug, "See? If you teach me how to make them, I'll flatten a garden full of flowers for you!" she laughed and the blonde smiled a little, "You're so kind Ymir!" she giggled and Ymir squealed, pulling her into an even tighter hug "Oh marry me Christa!" she begged before reluctantly releasing her and dashing off to find flowers and returning with a mostly weeds and a single bellflower.

Historia thought back to that beautiful day when her daughter brought her a bundle of bell flowers, "Give them here, I'll show you how to press them".

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platonic Nanami x reader

Hello everyone! Here's a very self-indulgent fic I wrote a while ago ToT, I've been trying to get more comfortable with posting more of my cringe work, I hope this is acceptable!

self-indulgent fic because I have social anxiety.

"What are you still doing here?" Nanami stared at your small frame, "didn't you have an event to go to?" he questioned, raising an eyebrow and taking off his green goggles, returning home from a long day at work to see his ward curled up in a ball on the kitchen floor. "couldn't go." you shifted and stared at the tiles, "I don't know anyone there, I would've ruined the mood. "you shrugged. He sighed and took a seat next to you. " I'm sure your friends would've been there," he said, but it sounded more like a question. "I don't think they even like me. I don't wanna ruin the event for them by clinging to them all night." You rubbed your eyes. "I think I'm broken. Maybe I'm not meant to be around people." Your voice was quiet. The only thing that could be heard was the fridge's ice machine. " So what? If your friends don't like you, ditch them and make new ones," he stated, assuming it was the end of the conversation. He tried to stand up, "I don't know how." The blond man turned to look at you. "I transferred too late. I won't be able to make new friends, everyone knew each other in middle school. I can't even talk to someone without wanting to throw up." You cried, "I got ready and everything, but I got scared and stayed home." You sobbed, and Nanami stared at you before wrapping an arm around you and pulling you close. "That's fine. You're new at this, it's okay to be scared." he rubbed your side soothingly, but it didn't stop the hard sobs that left you. " Just take deep breaths. You'll be fine," you shook and cried on the cold tile floor. "There's always next time."

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Hello everyone! I have a few old asks that I'm gonna write! Sorry for the long wait!

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Hello everyone! Today is the blogs one year anniversary! Thank you everyone that's been reading my very cringe inducing stories it really means a lot to me!

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New year, old war

Hi chat! it's been a while since I posted a new story but in my defense, I made a huge move and I'm still getting used to it! You guys voted for angst and then fluff. I've never written angst before so feel free to leave constructive criticism!

Content warning: PTSD, panic attacks, descriptions of war(nothing graphic)

A loud bang sounded before a crimson light briefly flashed before fading and darkness crept back into the room accompanied by heavy breathing. Children could be heard laughing outside and reveling in the end of a year, a glorious day for some. But for a seasoned soldier, it was anything but that. The room felt surprisingly small and his chest felt tight. Armin heaved and clutched his shirt. He couldn't think straight, how could he when the only thing running through his head were the horrors of the battlefield?

He thought of his fellow soldiers who had been blown away after telling their wives to await their return. He thought of the young soldier who stepped on a bomb days after he kissed his son and promised to return. The sound of combat boots marching to their death and bombs bursting mid-air filled his ears.

A loud bang pierced the night, and red engulfed the room before darkness again crept in.

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New Year's fic!

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does anyone stan keith shadis. like do we have anyone with keith shadis itabags. i need to read the keith stan metas. can hansi stans and keith stans join forces. can we interrogate their similarities

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You’re here to slay her. If you don’t, it will be the end of the world.

Finally added the new princesses!

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Stand with Palestine // Oct 2023

Chicago, IL

London, UK

Sanaa, Yemen

Mexico City, Mexico

Jakarta, Indonesia

Hague, Netherlands

Barcelona, Spain

Geneva, Switzerland

Colombo, Sri Lanka

New York, NY

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Hi everyone! I recently got my own laptop a few days ago so I'm going to start moving a few of my fics from tumblr to AO3! feel free to check out my AO3 I'll be posting longer fics there! https://archiveofourown.org/users/Kiwiqamari/pseuds/Kiwiqamari

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Hi! Can I request aizawa x adoptive daughter or student reader, who is really quiet around aizawa, because she has daddy issues and struggles being around aizawa because he's so kind? Maybe some comfort?

Hi chat! It's been a long time sorry about that!( ＞Д＜；) I recently made a huge move to a different state, started a new school and got sick a bunch(ToT) so this fic isn't the best but someday I'll redo it because I really like the request! Anyways I hope you guys enjoyed! Feel free to leave a request

Tw: implied aɓuse and child neglect

You stood in front of your teachers desk, fiddling with your skirt. "Could you repeat yourself y/n?" He looked up from his stack of papers, and his tired gaze met you. You tensed and stuttered out your request. Aizawa raised his eyebrows and let out a "huh?" Before leaning forward in his chair. "C-can I sit in here to eat?" You whispered a bit louder."Chairs are empty. Do what you want." He motioned towards the desk before focusing on the papers in front of him. "You waiting for someone?" You jumped at the sudden voice before letting out a shaky "n-no sir. " "Did you pack your lunch or get it from the cafeteria?" The small talk making you shrink in your chair."I don't have any." You responded, and aizawa sighed and reached into his bag. The man walked over and sat a grape jelly pouch on your desk. "This was supposed to be my lunch for today, but you need to eat, alright?" Aizawa turned and went back to his desk, and you stared at the pouch before hastily devouring it. "Your parents don't feed you at home?" It was meant to be an unspoken thought, but it just slipped out. You stared at him in shock. "Sorry.Don't answer that." He said before returning to his papers.

The next day, you showed up in his classroom again. "Y/n, do you have lunch today?" He asked, and you nodded before pulling a granola bar from your bag. "I'll be back in a bit." He sighed before walking out of the room. When he returned, he made his way to your desk and sat the dollar store lunchbox in front of you. "I can't accept this!" You protested."I don't care to eat." He replied,"At least let me pay you back!" You dug in your bag to get your wallet and flinched when he held out his hand to stop you. "Y/n. that lunch box was like five dollars, it's fine."He paused before looking at you."Are you okay?" He asked when he noticed you shaking. "I-im." You stuttered and fell back when he moved closer. "Y/n, calm down." He slowly approached you, and you backed into a corner and hugged your knees and started to sob. Aizawa got on his knees and placed a hand on your back. "I'm sorry." You repeated over and over as your teacher soothed you. The both of you sat in the empty classroom, your sobs filling the empty room as aizawa tried to comfort you as best he could. your teacher soothed you better than your own father ever did.

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I got a silly request that I'm really looking forward to writing but I'm a bit sick right now:-( I'll definitely start it when I'm better!( *´・ω)/(；д； )

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I MISS MY HUSBANDDDD!!!

(a fictional anime character)

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Halloooo, I'd like a platonic Aizawa x reader where the reader is a student of his and tries to do EVERYTHING to not be in the Limelight bc they hate the attention? Also, they're planning on becoming an underground hero :33 Remember to drink water <33

Thank you for the request! I really had a lot of fun writing this, it was nice to write again after my break!

Stay hydrated, everyone!

You had been on aizawas radar from the first day of school. You never joined any clubs and participated in any school events. He's never seen you openly interact with anyone in your class aside from a quiet "yes" or "no." Although you performed well at the festival, you went home the second you had won your fight. Your lunches were spent in an empty classroom, so you'd avoid the groups of your classmates. He's not even sure anyone knows your name. Public speaking and being social is part of the job so when the first month of school ended and he noticed you still werent participating in any clubs or sports teams he took the opportunity to put you in on the PA with mic.

You'd be let out of class five minutes early to make your way down to the PA room and announce school news and maintenance. "Hey listener! Are you ready to get to work?" The blond yelled, and you nodded."Alright! So here's what you need to read. Don't be shy to add your own funky twist!" He handed you a sheet of paper,"just keep it school appropriate. " he laughed, and you glanced over the paper just the usual. Staircase B is out due to quirk mishaps and a new lunch special "so.. do I just read it?" You asked, staring at the PA system. The thought of the whole school hearing your voice made your stomach turn. "Yep! There's nothing else to it! Here." He stood up from his seat and motioned for you to sit."Are you ready?" He asked "uh-"great! " he didn't give you time to finish he pushed down on a bright red button in front of the microphone before saying his opening phrase "hey hey hey listeners! It's your one and only present mic and" he motioned for you to say your name "y-y/n" You stated, your voice breaking a bit " and we have a few updates to share with you guys! So y/n take it away!" He motioned for you to announce "u-uhm for today's announcement, uhm... s-staircase B is out of order, and uh, because of" you tried to be confident, but the words died on your tongue instead tears welled up in your eyes and present mic put a hand on your head before taking over and finishing the announcements. When the announcements were finished and turned to talk to you but your seat was empty, and the door was ajar.

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Aizawa stared blankly at you. "You want to be... an underground hero?" He repeated your words, and you nodded. "That's a first for 1a," he chuckled quietly to himself. You stared at the classroom floor and waited for him to speak again. " Why?" He asked before picking up a sheet from an earlier test and marking a few questions "w-well I don't think I handle the public as well as everyone else. You probably heard how I was on the PA system. And with the way my quirk works, I think it'd be better to work underground. Plus, I think it'd be a great opportunity for me to keep my identity a secret. " You rambled a bit anxiously, but your teachers focus still remained on the sheet. "Y/n, I get what you're saying. I really do." He started,"but you need to learn how to socialize if you want to be a hero. " he stated,"b-but!" He raised his hand, cutting you off."No buts. What if you need to control a crowd? Or help a lost child? Even if you become an underground hero that won't change what you need to learn, you frowned a little and sighed before turning back to your desk to get your bag and leave. "But." You turned to face him."If you can learn to effectively socialize and stay on the PA system for the rest of the school year, I'll mark you as an underground hero, " he said then turned his attention right back to the sheet of paper. You smiled and thanked him before leaving the classroom and shutting the door behind you.