SHOULD I WRITE THE FULL SMUT OR NAH? IM NERVOUS CAUSE I NEVER REALLY WRITTEN ONE AT ALL

SHOULD I WRITE THE FULL SMUT OR NAH? IM NERVOUS CAUSE I NEVER REALLY WRITTEN ONE AT ALL😭😭😭

HELPP COMMENT IF I SHOULD OR NOTTT

Girls will say they busy and be in their bed relaxin or sleep

SNEAK PEAK PRETTIES<3

Hope it’s alright I guess😭😭

IM SORRY GUYS FORGIVE ME I WANTED TO POST BUT LITERALLY SO BUSYY😭😭😭

I’m making one as we speak pretties dw!<3

pls pls pls pt2 of finding nemo

Should I make a part 2?🤔

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HISTORICAL || LEVI A.

you & levi are historical figures.

OVER ONE HUNDRED YEARS AFTER THE BATTLE OF HEAVEN AND EARTH . . .

Eliza Harper was not particularly interested in history.

In fact, she often dozed off in the middle of class, right at her desk, listening to her teacher explain what exactly a titan was.

“Ugly monsters that have been extinct for like a hundred years now, I know, I know!” She would think, resting her chin in her palm as she watched the clock tick.

Every second that passed by was one second closer to being able to go home and hang out with her friends.

But, today, she learned about a group of heroes. A group of rather dashing heroes.

Her best friend, Anna, rambled on and on about being the descendant of an Eldian hero named F/N L/N, who — according to paragraph 3, section A — married another hero named Levi Ackerman.

And, well, that led to Eliza and her friends all hovering over a history book in the middle of their lunch period.

“This guy right here is really cute,” One redheaded girl said, pointing to a photograph of a blonde-haired man.

Eliza scanned her eyes over the tiny paragraph below his photo, squinting as she read his name aloud, “Armin Arlert . . . fifteenth commander of the Survey Corps . . . blah blah blah . . . oh! He’s the one who killed Eren Yee-gar!”

“It’s Yeager, idiot,” Anna said, playfully rolling her eyes. “But that’s not what really happened. This woman right here,” Anna leaned over, flipping two pages ahead. “This woman right here is named Mikasa Ackerman. The story in my family goes that she’s the one who really killed Eren! Such a shame, too. Eren was pretty handsome.”

“Okay,” the redheaded girl scoffed, “you did not just call that mass murderer cute.”

“How would you even know that?” Eliza blinked up at Anna, who took a bite of her sandwich, getting crumbs all over the history book. “There aren’t any real pictures of him. Just drawings. How can you say whether or not they’re accurate?”

“Have you been listening?” Anna took another bite of her sandwich. “I’m pretty much related to these people! I know everything. Did you know Levi Ackerman and F/N L/N were the strongest titan killers ever? And I’m related to them, so you guys should be a little nicer to me.”

The other two girls giggled.

Truth be told, Anna had often brought evidence to school regarding her family status in the form of old letters and pictures. But, even without the evidence, no one would dare question her story, as it meant that not only did she have some Eldian blood running through her veins, but she was related to former Island Devils as well. And peace was a funny thing. Not everyone in Marley had picked peace over hatred, and they raised their families to have the same poisonous mindset.

Things were better, certainly, but they weren’t perfect.

Even so, Anna was undeniably proud of her ancestors; she flipped through the history book eagerly with glistening eyes that shined bright with admiration.

“Tell us something else about these people,” Eliza smiled at Anna, who leaned in instantly with a wide grin of her own.

“Okay, so,” flipping a couple of pages, Anna paused as she spoke, “F/N L/N and Levi Ackerman didn’t get married and have children until after the great battle, but they were in love with each other for years before then! Both of them were in the Scout regiment together, fighting titans and saving each other’s lives — it’s so cute! And-And decades later, Y/N died of old age, and Levi died of a broken heart right after.”

“Well,” the redhead darted her eyes between her two friends, “that’s depressing.”

“Can you imagine someone loving you so much that when you pass away, they die soon after because they’re so heartbroken? I hope I can love someone that much someday,” Eliza sighed softly.

“Me too,” Anna said.

The three girls continued to flip through the history book together, even bothering to plan out who they’d want to dress up as for their school’s upcoming Dress Up Day.

As Eliza looked down at your photograph on page 57, she so desperately wanted to dress up as you, her favorite historical figure.

And, as she flipped the page to take a look at your deceased husband, she so desperately wanted to experience an adventurous love story as great as yours as well.