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I don't write smut!❌❌🚫
I do not write smut! 🙅🏻🚨❌
I do write angst!✅
I do write fluff!✅
And sometimes there's sexual comments and or references! But smut is a big no no!
I do take request as long as it's not smut!
I do n...
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no...I have not watched THIS ANIME. BUT MY SISTER HAS AND SHE FORCED ME TO WATCH LIKE TWO EPOSIDES AND SASHA IS BEST GIRL- • • • "Do you like potatoes?" You slowly turned your head to look at the woman standing next to you, munching away on a potato. (Speaking of turning heads, if YOU don't stop doing that stupid thing where you slowly turn your head like a broken fucking robot, I'll cut off your dyed tips in your sleep)
"What?" She swallowed down the mush, and shook her head at you.
"Nevermind." Your eyes danced between the woman and the the bald man yelling at the group.
"I like potatoes, yeah." The brown haired woman grinned, and with a final bite, handed her potato to you. • • • Timeskip bcs yes
"Do you want mine?" You spoke, pushing your wooden bowl of beef soup towards the brown haired woman.
"No, I couldn't-"
"Sasha, I've know you for two years. Take the damn food."
"But what about you? You're the one going out-"
"I'll be fine, besides, I don't like soup."
"That's so weird. You know that right?"
"You've told me many, many times." • • • "Mikasa's attractive." Sasha spoke, startling you. When your mini heart attack died down, you looked up at the woman, your head in her lap.
"Doesn't she have a thing for her brother?"
"They're not related. They just grew up together-"
"Like siblings."
"Well...yeah. Yeah it's weird. Doesn't mean she's not attractive, she just has...unique taste."
"Do you have unique taste?"
"What do you mean?"
"We've been best friends for three years now, yet I don't know who you're attracted to. So tell me Sasha Braus. You fancy anyone?"
"Fancy. What are you, fifty?"
"You're a week younger than me, shut up."
"Still younger than you grandma." You slapped the girls cheek lightly, and rolled off her lap. "Where you going grandma? Did I hurt your feelings?"
"Shut up. I promised Christa I'd have dinner with her."
"Dinner? You making moves on the girl?"
"What!? No. She's with Ymir. Did you forget grandma?"
"Hey!" • • • "Christa!" You called, waving her over with a goofy grin. Sasha glanced between you and the blond, annoyed.
"Y/N-..and Sasha!" She fumbled, tripping over a table leg. A large hand gripped her shoulder, stopping her from slamming her face against the edge of a table.
