iamButaTinyBird

Warning: Language | Sexual themes. -  -     With a content sigh you plunged deeper into the mattress of your warm bed, snuggling the comforter up to your nose, squeezing your eyes shut to block out the rays of the sun trying to wake you from your slumber. It was a rare occasion that you got a morning off, especially since your squad would be partaking in the small expedition tomorrow into Wall Maria so that Hanji could find a replacement for her two lost titans, Sawny and Bean. Bringing your knees to your chest you drifted somberly off into dreamland once again, you had till noon to do whatever you pleased. It was like god knew you needed s

Standing awkwardly in your broom closet wasn’t exactly how you imagined your birthday playing out, but nonetheless that’s exactly what was happening. You waited for an ungodly amount of time for the person who was supposed to be making out with you right now. Finally, you could take it no more and pressed your ear against the door to listen in on what was happening outside. Your hearing wasn’t all that great, and you could only make out muffled mumbles on what was being said. You overheard someone talking about Obama on a skateboard but you thought the notion was so ludicrous that clearly you heard it wrong. Leaning back

You could safely say that waiting alone in a broom closet was one of the most – if not the most – boring experiences of your life. Why the fuck were they taking so long? You didn’t know. Instead you just decided to count how many brooms were in your closet. One. “Well that was fun,” you told yourself. Not long after the door to the closet opened and none other than Eren Jaeger himself stepped inside. Honestly you felt relieved that it was him – after all he was an old friend you spent a lot of time with, so you felt comfortable it was him instead of some other person. “Hey,” he greeted casua