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  Picture this, it was a rainy day and you were on your way to Karkat's hive since his hive was the closest to all the trolls and humans you knew. When you arrived at the door you heard a loud scream. So you barged into his hive and into his room. It was quite a messy room. Steady you tip-toed over to Karkat and asked him what wrong. "Hey Karkat what's wrong?" He became a bit shocked by not realizing you were behind him. "WHAT THE FUCK _____! YOU SHOULD LEARN HOW TO KNOCK" "Oh um it just that I heard you screaming when i was about to knock" "Yeah whatever. Now why are you here?" "Can't you see the weather it raining so i need shelter."

"Ha! I've got it!" you laughed as you held up the case to a DVD. Karkat reached for the item in your hands as you barely jumped out of his grip. "We're never gonna watch it again!" The movie in your hands was some crappy troll romcom- one that you've had to watch many a lame movie night. "Hey, you little shit, GIVE IT BACK," shouted the hotheaded troll as he reached once more for the case. You giggled until you tripped over something on the ground of Karkat's messy living room and fell. A fierce pain suddenly heated up your left leg. His trusty sickle was lying on the floor, and you had grazed your leg with its tip as you had fallen. Had yo

You had a slight problem. Actually, correction; it was a small problem, but it was ruining your entire life. And you needed help, fast. You couldn’t stop blushing around Captain Levi. It was bad. You were in his squad, so naturally you spent almost every day with him. And of course, your hormones had completely taken over, and now you were completely head-over-heels in love with him. What’s not to like about him? He’s Humanity’s Strongest Soldier, he’s quiet, and even rather rude at times. Yet he’s brave, strong (extremely strong), loyal, and he genuinely cares about his men. He’s intriguing, myster

"Corporal knows French?" You stared at Connie incredulously, you jaw slightly agape. Connie, satisfied with your response, leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms behind his head. A shit-eating grin spread across his face, and he responded with a haughty tone: "Eyup. I heard him the other day, he was cursing in french at something that had gotten on his boot." Beside you, Reiner chuckled, the sound deep and low and reverberating up your spine. "Yeah right, Connie, you little weasel. How do we know you aren't lying?" Connie sat forward, his face enraged. "I'm not lying!" he exclaimed. "It's true!!" Jean looked less than convinced. "Re