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SpookyGraysCat Collection #2. Aah... I know late night dates can be fun. But do you know? If you hear the sound of the chirping chick... Legit, run for your life. Disclaimer in the description below. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- “C’mon, {F/N}! It’ll be fun!” Jean coaxed you by the dusk hours – begging for a late night date with you. “Jean! It’s dangerous to go outside late at night! We’re both still in high school!” you protested. “What’s the fun of being youth for once? You won’t get that chance when you go to college. All assignments, projects, homeworks, lecture, career experience. When we’ll have the time?” “Jean, you’re irritating!” Jean smirked on your comment. He’s stubborn like horse and will always get what he wants whatever the cost may be. Being in a senior year high schooler (and dating you) must’ve taken a lot of stress punch and he wanted to do things that youths most do. You don’t know what reason it is, but could be

Title comes from the song by Galileo Galilei. A oneshot slight melancholic feeling of opening up to each other. Disclaimer in the description below. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- It’s been 6 years ever since both of you became friends. It takes another year for both of you to feel a budding romance within each other’s heart, but at the time you were dating someone else. It takes 6 months to finally realize the boyfriend was a jerk and you broke it off. Within a span of 3 months you rekindle the friendship with him and noticed he had gone through the same thing as you. 7 years and 9 months… The friendship stayed the same. The budding romance was asleep for the time until another 2 months, both of you finally begin the new step of relationship. Bertholdt Hoover… Your childhood friend and now lover is a kind, reserved, and shy person. Compared to your previous boyfriend who was overly possessive of his own world, Bertholdt actually tries to

Links to all of the previous stories, along with the disclaimer are in the description below. Thank you for reading this entire journey. This will be the last i wrote of the New Path fanfic arc. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- All he could remember… was the terrible nightmare that ended with him engulfed in a bright light. He heard a voice telling him to keep on living with all the remaining time left… then woke up to a feeling of... ease. After what he had been through in that seemingly real dream, he vowed to not look back and move forward from his pain. There may still fear linger in his heart. But compared to the terrible pain and mental breakdown he endured in that dream… letting go would be a breath of relief from the torturous path. He already took up the courage to walk on this path – which is never easy – and still he’ll walk with hopes, even though reality is nigh. That is the lesson Eren tried to tell him.

“Eren, what am I supposed to do?” “Relax, Armin. (F/N) will forgive you after a while.” Armin bit his fingernails, his nerves working up a fit. “It’s different this time. She’s going to leave me. I can feel it in my bones.” A rattling sigh drifted down the line. Armin clutched the phone to his ear like a lifeline. “I know she loves those over-the-top apologies in romance dramas. Is there anything that you and Mikasa watched that can help me?” Eren hummed in thought. “There was this one ridiculous scene I watched recently.” “What is it? What did they do?” “The guy wanted to apologize for being a loud jerk. So he invited her over for dinner and threw petals all along the way from the entrance to where he was. There was some freaking balloon arch where he stood. Oh, and candles. So many candles on the floor and on the table.” “Candles,” Armin murmured. “I can do that.” “Yeah, maybe that will work.” “Okay, I’ll do it. It’s worth a shot.” Armin sucked in a long breath. “Thanks

It was a tranquil evening with the cicadas chirping in the distance and the slow howl of the wind eased the atmosphere. You just made your way out of the bathroom and saw Erwin sitting upright leaning against the headboard reading his papers. Walking towards the bed you lifted the sheets and dove in the mattress, you had the urge to cuddle with your man so you popped your head below the papers he held with both hands and laid on top of him with arms stretched out on both of his sides. He chuckles as he brushes your hair with his hand and leaves it on as his thumb caresses the side of your head. You look up at him who’s cerulean orbs glance down quickly to look at you before flicking back up, his lips pull into a smile. Mesmerized by him you ogled at how his jaws are so perfectly sculpted, those blue eyes that flitted, his breathing with his low voice softly humming on what he read. “Darling?”, he hums placing sweet kisses on your forehead as he looks down at you “When did you fall

So, this inspired from a comedy horror experience story… which for some reason they talk about guava. Well, enjoy a little humor and beware some slightly adult jokes ahead. Disclaimer in the description below. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- *Click click click click* Your fingers typing away in the middle of the night. The company’s year end report won’t finish itself, but luckily your employees were reliable on making easy to read report. You only need to edit and cross-check data to finalize the report. However… “Ah, damn!” you remembered that you forgot the last month’s data yet to be copied from your office computer. Since you’re just one chapter away from finishing the report, you decided to call your fiancé – Porco – hoping he’d copy the data for you before he goes home. Thus, you called him and waited… waited… waited… waited… “…The number you are calling is being forwarded. Please wait for a few minutes while the