𝐆𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐩 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐅𝐚𝐬𝐭 ᝰ 𝐄𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐉𝐚𝐞𝐠𝐞𝐫

down and dirty

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❝sparks fly❞, taylor swift
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"It's settled, you're free."

"I keep moving forward."

"Everyone's a slave to something."

"We die here and now!"

"Let's meet in another life."

"Humanity will continue fighting each other.."

"Fear me or follow me."

"..Until one man stands."

You bolted upright in your bed, a strangled gasp escaping your lips. Panic clawed at your chest, you had never had another nightmare other than reliving the night of your rape over and over. This nightmare was a whirlwind, a relentless assault of nonsensical words that hammered into your ears. You could barely see anything, everything was moving so fast. It left your head pounding and a cold sweat clinging to your skin

And to top all that off, your head was still spinning from the way Eren had drove you last night. It only made you loathe him even more than you already did. You knew he had enjoyed your screams of terror, and your disgust when you had to put your hands on him.

You grabbed your phone and groaned when you saw more notifications from SecretScope.

More posts..

Spotted: Looks like Y/N L/N isn't afraid of a little Queen Bee energy. Queen A, that is. Word on the street is Y/N locked lips with Armin right in front of his ex, Annie, who stormed out of the party like a couture-clad Cinderella. But wait, there's more! Y/N was even draped in what looked suspiciously like Eren's finest threads. Talk about a power play.  Is this the dawn of a new Paradis romance, or just another Trost socialite stirring the pot?  Only time, and maybe Armin Artlet, will tell.

-XOXO, SecretScope

God, this site annoyed the fuck out of you.

You didn't get the chance to meet Mikasa when you came home last night, so you yawned and threw the covers off of your legs, hopping off of your bed and going out of your room, into the living room.

"Mikasa!" You whined. You found her leaning against the counter, lost in the pages of a magazine. A relieved smile spread across your face as you snuck up behind her, wrapping your arms around her waist.

The unexpected impact sent a little yelp escaping her lips, followed by a soft giggle. She spun around in your embrace, her magazine forgotten. You buried your face in the crook of her neck, inhaling the familiar scent of her hair.

"How was the party?" She asked, pulling away and sitting on the stool.

"Stressful." You exasperated, "I'm surprised you didn't see anything on SecretScope."

"Yep," she admitted with a giggle, "just felt like I should ask." A playful shrug followed, then a sudden realisation dawned on her face. "Oh, and, did anyone send you flowers?..." Mikasa's voice trailed off as she noticed your bewildered expression

"No...?" you mumbled, your brow furrowing as Mikasa gestured towards the counter.  Curiosity piqued, you hopped off the stool and rounded the island, heading straight for the kitchen to get a closer look at the mysterious flowers.

A massive bouquet of roses, their velvety petals a riot of color, dominated the counter. Tied together with a luxurious bow, they looked beautiful. A tag dangled from the arrangement, something was written on it: