SavannahxGray

~A/N: Forgive Me.~     His breath hitched in his throat as your hand ghosted over his, a concerned expression dusting your features as you watched him intently. "Are you sure you're okay?" you hummed softly, brows furrowing at his unusual behavior. Despite his lively and happy attitude, he had become oddly distant and hushed, keeping to himself. Even with him protesting against your assumptions and claiming that he felt fine, you still thought something was wrong.     "I told you," he muttered, "I'm fine but... You know, I'll just..." He suddenly stood, pulling you up to your feet with him. "I need to ask you something really important, a

Prompt: Write a short story from the point of view of a teenager, as they prepare to ask out the person they have a crush on. The catch? In this world if you want to court someone you must defeat them in a duel. The double-catch? The person being asked out gets to pick the arena and weapons. ( maxkirin.tumblr.com ) A/N: You'll notice that I unfortunately didn't stick to the prompt. Or make it a short story. T^T However, please enjoy!                                                                                               ~* The male pushed his hair out of his face as he watched the smirking (color)-eyed female across from him. Levi wa

~A/N: Listen As You Read! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=36eK0LNSvDc#t=15 The brunette boy heaved a sigh, twirling a small stick in between his fingers as his tan skin glistened in the bit of sunlight dipping into the cavern. His bright, emerald green eyes darted to the golden fish behind him, where he let out another deep sigh. "I don't get it Armin," he muttered, crinkling his nose as he leaned on a large stone. "Maybe mom is right about the Corps. But I don't see how such a brave group of people could be bad." "Well, Eren," the little fish with bright blue eyes said, "I think your mom is right about them. You could get seriously hurt, o

~A/N: Listen As You Read! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=36eK0LNSvDc#t=15 The brunette boy heaved a sigh, twirling a small stick in between his fingers as his tan skin glistened in the bit of sunlight dipping into the cavern. His bright, emerald green eyes darted to the golden fish behind him, where he let out another deep sigh. "I don't get it Armin," he muttered, crinkling his nose as he leaned on a large stone. "Maybe mom is right about the Corps. But I don't see how such a brave group of people could be bad." "Well, Eren," the little fish with bright blue eyes said, "I think your mom is right about them. You could get seriously hurt, o

There you see her Sitting there across the way She don't got a lot to say But there's something about her And you don't know why, but you're dying to try You wanna kiss the girl Damn Hanji for making him do this. But how could he say no? She threatened to tell everyone that he secretly talks to his Windex, not to mention have full conversations with it. In order for the brunette to stay quiet, she forced him to take you out on that little lake behind the castle. The one where you had to hike into the woods before you got there. Not only did Hanji say to go to the said destination, but she also got this cute little boat. And of course Levi ha

 Always say it. No matter what. Even if your angry or upset You never know what will happen next So, always say it. You lived by that. You would always say, (or yell) 'I love you' if someone you truly did love was leaving after a nasty fight. He never really understood it. Whenever you two would bicker, you'd always end it with a 'Fine! I love you!' and a slamming door. It honestly stunned him at first. The only person he had heard that from was his mother. But now you. Jean could still see the red painted on your cheeks as you tip-toed back into the room and when he opened his mouth to ask you what slipped past your lips, you turned e

The prompt in our writing class was to write about colors , so I thought I'd do this. This isn't normally how I write, my teacher told us to write like this... White.    The color of her wedding dress that hugged her bust to her waist tightly and flowed out from her hips down to the tiled floor. White.    The color of her veil that covered her porcelain skin, the french silk tulle rubbing against her nose as she glided down the isle. Red.    The color of the flowers arranged in a neat bouquet, each petal bouncing effortlessly as she hands her nosegay to her treasured friend. Red.    The color of his boutonniere that adorned on the