armin mikasa fanfic

Mikasa Ackerman had her life planned out. Train. Study. Graduate. Simple. Then Kaiser Leywin publicly humiliated her brother in front of half the university. So she slapped him. That should have been the end of it. Instead, it became the beginning. Now they're trapped together in the same class, the same project, and somehow the same orbit. Every conversation becomes an argument. Every argument becomes a challenge. And the worst part? Kaiser doesn't seem interested in walking away. Rich, arrogant, and impossible to ignore, he treats her hatred like an invitation. Mikasa is determined to keep him out of her life. Kaiser is determined to prove that's already impossible. Sometimes love begins with a spark. Sometimes it begins with friction.

Emma, a young woman, wakes up with a splitting headache in an unfamiliar room. She remembers being hit by a truck, but instead of dying, she finds herself reincarnated as Gwen Stacy from Marvel Comics. She quickly deduces that she’s in an alternate Marvel universe, where Gwen is 19, attending Empire State University, and recently bitten by a mutant spider during a school trip to Oscorp. Emma discovers a mysterious voice in her mind, which explains that after her death, her soul wandered the multiverse for years, absorbing other souls to survive. To protect itself from corruption, her soul created this voice as a mechanism to manage the integration of the absorbed souls’ powers, traits, and memories. The voice reassures her that she has full control over which souls she integrates, ensuring her transformation is beneficial.

Written by a Floch fanboy who was inspired by an Eren fangirl on reddit. let me cook. Imagine you wake up as Mikasa Ackerman. Cool, right? WRONG. You're actually a hardcore Eren fangirl who thinks canon Mikasa marrying Jean, like 3 years after Eren's sacrifice is the biggest L in history. So now you're stuck as her with powered by Ackerman cheat codes and pure spite. Your mission: Become the Ultimate Eren Wife, protect cinnamon roll Armin, and absolutely body Jean Kirschtein with icy glares every time he breathes near you. Gotta secure that real ride-or-die ending, you know? For Ereh!

for my own reading

A dream that changed everything, Starman came. Children were dancing. Cosmic is nonsense.

Tahun 2018 mungkin bisa disebut sebagai tahun terberat dalam hidup saya. Tapi, 2018 juga jadi tahun yang paling saya syukuri karena suatu alasan. Semenjak mereka hadir, api dalam diri saya perlahan mulai membara lagi. Saya berani bermimpi untuk mereka. Mereka adalah tujuh laki-laki yang amat saya cintai. Saya rasa tidak akan ada visualisasi yang cukup tepat untuk menggambarkan cinta ini. Cinta ini begitu rumit, sulit, dan sakit. Tapi, saya bahagia dengan cinta yang tak akan pernah saya lepas ini. Saya adalah seorang ARMY yang berusaha menggambarkan bentuk cinta pada ketujuh lelaki itu. Tentang senang, sedih, rumit, sakit, cinta, perjuangan, mimpi, dan mereka yang tak bisa saya miliki. Kau akan temukan semua itu di sini.

Before marrying Silas, Joyce had only met him three times. A marriage of convenience, a secret agreement, for a term of three years. She's fresh off a heartbreak — the man she chased for years told her they "weren't a good match." Silas has his own baggage: rumor says he's still hung up on a white moonlight who happens to look just like Joyce. So that's all she is. A substitute. ** In the second year of their marriage, on Joyce's birthday, she drank too much and, in front of everyone, tugged on his tie, pinning him underneath her: "You look... a lot like my husband." The Thorne family's second master, known for being rational and unfeeling, was flustered by her that night. He leaned in close to her ear and coaxed in a low voice, "Be good." The next day Joyce woke up to find her lips were swollen. This… Who did this! When she went to question him, she discovered Silas's lip was bitten. He stared at her and said slowly, "You crossed the line first." ** The scandal leaked. At a party, her ex-boyfriend stepped in: "She's mine. Who dares talk?" Then Silas walked in. The room went silent. "Yours? Since when?" "Joyce, tell me. Whose are you?" So much for the secret marriage. So much for being a substitute. This was supposed to be fake… wasn't it?

Fu Xiaoxiao transmigrates into a book and immediately faces the crisis of being sent to the countryside. As the unloved middle child, her younger sister is the one meant to go — but her mother transfers her job to the sister instead. A disaster of a start. To avoid being sent away, she has to marry within seven days. She meets a few ordinary men and decides she'd rather go to the countryside. Then she runs into a neighbor who's also looking for a spouse — and his conditions are surprisingly good. A dowry of three hundred? Bicycles and a radio? Just take care of the kids, and separate rooms are fine? The others may pass, but she won't. Every day is a battle of wits with the two kids. Life is eventful, she gets a salary every month, and the boss is never home. Absolutely perfect. Except... wasn't this big shot supposed to be infertile? Then why does he keep strutting around naked in front of her? She has professional ethics. She won't be seduced by a good body. Hmph. Men only slow down her sword swing. Lu Feng grits his teeth at Fu Xiaoxiao, who remains completely unmoved by his countless attempts to seduce her, and traps her in his arms. "Boss, let's talk this through. I know forty a month is a bit much — how about... five less?" Trapped in his embrace, Fu Xiaoxiao thinks he's unhappy with her high salary and starts bargaining. "I'm giving myself to you for free." Lu Feng grinds out through clenched teeth. This woman has no heart. "...Can I say no?" Fu Xiaoxiao swallows, staring at the washboard abs so close. "Such a good deal — are you sure you don't want it?" Lu Feng squints, tempting her. "Fine." A fool turns down a bargain.

Olivia transmigrated from the apocalypse to the modern era. Not only that, her dimension and superpower came along with her. She felt that the good days were about to begin. But before she could be happy for even three days, the internet was flooded with posts slandering her. Advertisers and directors want to terminate her contracts, and her company wants to blacklist her? How could this be? She wanted to use the money to enjoy modern life to the fullest. Without money, how could she enjoy anything? So, who's slandering her online? I'll find you and dig up all your dirty secrets. Who wants to terminate her contract? Terminate it immediately. After termination, she'll go on to endorse international luxury brands instead. Terminating the script contract? Good, that's great! If the contract isn't terminated, how can she film the blockbuster drama of the year and win awards with it? Modern life is so wonderful, eating and drinking every day. There's just one tiny problem. Why are there suddenly two babies growing in her belly? And who is this ridiculously handsome man who appeared out of nowhere, claiming to be their father?

Feng Qing, a top surgeon from the 21st century, wakes up in a body no one wants — married off to Rong Ling, the most powerful Regent in Dayan, a man who makes it abundantly clear: "Do you think you're worthy of marrying this king? Foolish." While he keeps his distance, she keeps herself busy, saving lives with medical knowledge centuries ahead of its time, collecting debts from those who wronged the original body's owner, and planning her exit strategy. Later, he became the New Emperor— "Qing Qing, from now on, you are my Empress." "Not interested."