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[Reading from Marcos point of view] He was the hottest on the football team. All the ladies loved him. Our quarterback. He was strong, fast, and smart; Well maybe not that smart.. It was the last game of the season. We had made it to Finals and Jean made the final score we needed to win. Of course we were going to win. Jean was there none of us had any worries.    We piled back into the locker room everyone crowded around him. I took off my padding and stood next to my locker in my pants and tank top smiling at the crowd at the other end of the row. I wouldn't really call myself one of the popular ones in the team. Everyone knew

 Mordecai stood in the parking lot, arguing with Margaret."I didn't mean to say that!" she cried, he voice having slight anger in it. Rain continued to pour."Then what did you mean to say?" He yelled back, almost forgetting the texts Rigby had sent him.The two avians continued to argue. ... Rigby looked down at his phone, a tear dripping onto the screen. He just sent the last text to Mordecai, doubting he still had the respect to even react or even look at the messages. He got up and slowly walked to the bathroom. He pulled the cupboard open and took out a small bottle. He walked back to his trampoline. The bottle in his hand contained stro

Genre: Drama Romance AU Rating: T Pairing: (mainly) Eren x Armin Summary: Sharing food is what they used to have during their hard time in the landfill after Shinganshina Distric had fallen. Now they were remembering the time when they had to fight for food, during the Scouting punishment. Disclaimer: I don't own Shingeki no Kyojin, but this fanfiction is mine. © AsakuraHannah @fanfiction.net Armin watched worriedly as his friends fighting with each other. He glanced at the other men laughing and shouting for them to keep going. Jean and Eren have been always the biggest enemy. Armin sighed as he scratched his head, trying to think of a

[Reading from Marcos point of view] He was the hottest on the football team. All the ladies loved him. Our quarterback. He was strong, fast, and smart; Well maybe not that smart.. It was the last game of the season. We had made it to Finals and Jean made the final score we needed to win. Of course we were going to win. Jean was there none of us had any worries.    We piled back into the locker room everyone crowded around him. I took off my padding and stood next to my locker in my pants and tank top smiling at the crowd at the other end of the row. I wouldn't really call myself one of the popular ones in the team. Everyone knew

 "O-oh gosh…" He hiccupped, and wiped his leaking eye with the back of his hand. "Wh-what am I…" His knees were wobbling dangerously as he shuffled down the residential sidewalk, and sometimes one of his legs would buckle and he'd have to catch himself before he hit the cement. This was it, he was done for. He'd never so much as struggled before, but now… Here he was. He finally lost his will to walk, and soon found himself weeping at the base of a streetlight. It flickered gently in the setting sun, illuminating the backside of the trembling teen as it prepared for night. He clutched to his book bag, despite it b

Hurt. Everything hurt. It hurt in his body, pain worming into his muscles, stinging his skin. It hurt his brain. He could almost feel the organ crying out in agony, in desperation, pulsing and throbbing like some sort of dying monster. It hurt in his soul. That strange, abstract place between his stomach and his chest felt vacant, empty, as if something that had once been there had been ripped out from inside him. Why. Why, God, WHY did this have to hurt so much? Hurt with the pain of envy and lonliness and anger and that sweet, sad feeling of losing what you love most. And, dear God, it was so painful he couldn't stand, couldn't get off h

[Reading from Marcos point of view] He was the hottest on the football team. All the ladies loved him. Our quarterback. He was strong, fast, and smart; Well maybe not that smart.. It was the last game of the season. We had made it to Finals and Jean made the final score we needed to win. Of course we were going to win. Jean was there none of us had any worries.    We piled back into the locker room everyone crowded around him. I took off my padding and stood next to my locker in my pants and tank top smiling at the crowd at the other end of the row. I wouldn't really call myself one of the popular ones in the team. Everyone knew

[Reading from Marcos point of view] He was the hottest on the football team. All the ladies loved him. Our quarterback. He was strong, fast, and smart; Well maybe not that smart.. It was the last game of the season. We had made it to Finals and Jean made the final score we needed to win. Of course we were going to win. Jean was there none of us had any worries.    We piled back into the locker room everyone crowded around him. I took off my padding and stood next to my locker in my pants and tank top smiling at the crowd at the other end of the row. I wouldn't really call myself one of the popular ones in the team. Everyone knew

[Reading from Marcos point of view] He was the hottest on the football team. All the ladies loved him. Our quarterback. He was strong, fast, and smart; Well maybe not that smart.. It was the last game of the season. We had made it to Finals and Jean made the final score we needed to win. Of course we were going to win. Jean was there none of us had any worries.    We piled back into the locker room everyone crowded around him. I took off my padding and stood next to my locker in my pants and tank top smiling at the crowd at the other end of the row. I wouldn't really call myself one of the popular ones in the team. Everyone knew