mikasa lemons

Mikasa Ackerman loved Eren Jaeger since time immemorial. Being best of friends, Mikasa couldn't risk confessing to him, the last thing she ever wanted is to ruin their strong bond of friendship. So, she loved him from the sidelines. But how long can she keep her true feelings to herself? When will she find the courage to ask how would Eren feel? All she needs to do is to confess. And if she does, wouldn't it be too late for her? ========================== A.N I'll be using texts/chats conversation in this story. Eren × Mikasa Modern AU Fanfiction (Epistolary)

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Lilith Verrlois thought of how unlucky she was all of her life. Her mother died giving birth to her, her father committing infidelity even before she was born, being rumored as a witch for reacting different from others when a classmate departed to the other side, her grandma dying suddenly. It shocked her how life can give her lots of lemons-- no! actually it's the whole lemon tree! In the path of finding motivations to live and enjoy her life, she met with a mysterious boy whom you can't figure out with just one glance if he's mad or just kidding around. The accidental meet up one night became continuous and she may have already found that one string to hold on to keep on moving, to keep on living. As their friendship grows, they started to strangely see each other on the same yellow light, under the very same lemon tree that life throws you at. A sudden realization hits them both, two depressed people trying to find comfort on each other in a path of healing. Will they succeed or fall and lose grasp of that string? "I never knew that having someone to lean on and someone who had the same fate will bring this much comfort and peace that my soul longed for in ages."

“IF life gives you lemons, well then, you’re god.” At least that’s what I wrote in my middle school diary, hoping it would be some kind of life mantra. Fast forward 15 years, and apparently, my childish optimism is the least of my worries. I’m now trapped in the novel I wrote as a kid. And no, I didn’t dream this up. There’s no way I imagined the high school drama, the ridiculous fantasy world, and—most importantly—the absurdly cliché plotline of some random teenager becoming a hero by… well, not being an idiot. But here I am. Caught between pages, awkwardly stuck in the world of my imagination where I’m supposed to be a minor character who dies in chapter three. Yeah. Real great, right? And here’s the kicker: It’s not like life (or the "god" of this world, which, let’s be honest, feels a lot like life at this point) is giving me some great power or destiny. No, no, no. Life’s throwing the equivalent of lemons at me, and I have no idea how to make lemonade. I mean, seriously? This world was supposed to be an adventure, full of magic, mythical creatures, and an epic storyline. But instead, I'm stuck here watching the “real” protagonist—who’s probably off saving the world—while I try to figure out how to not get killed by a random monster in the middle of a forest. Is this my punishment for writing a half-baked novel as a kid? Probably. But whatever it is, I’m going to have to deal with it. There’s just one problem—if I want to survive this insane mess, I need to rewrite my own fate. And rewriting this world is a hell of a lot harder than I thought. Can I survive in a story where I’m not supposed to exist? And more importantly—what if I can change the plot entirely?

Just a compilation of all the lemon scenes i have wrote over the years. Enjoy??

Dreams don't usually come true, sometimes though, they can take you by surprise. The town of Seaport is a small town in America, with little to do. An unlikely transfer joins the residents of Seaport from Australia and finds interest in a pretty student from this small town. Join her as she forms relationships with the students and people of seaport, and finally gets to know her Dad's family, while getting a glimpse of what actually happened to her mother. ..... Romantic Subplot Yo, it's the author. I am a newbie. This is my trial story. I quite like it. I want to stick with it. If you don't mind supporting me, please continue to read. (PS) I am typing this off a phone, please notify me of any spelling errors, as my cracked screen is a struggle.

A young woman returning home from abroad must overcome great odds to regain her financial independence, while battling her emotions and choosing between two men. She loves them both but she must choose one. What is she willing to lose and will she ever get her properties back?

A girl with low intelligence faces many challenges at school and constant pressure from society affects her mental and physical health adversely. (I am a new writer and this is my first story so I would highly appreciate criticism for my work)

Sophie Wexler transmigrated into a novel about The Galaxy, becoming the vicious, F-rank Healer-class cannon fodder. The original owner constantly caused trouble and made things difficult for the female lead, earning her the hatred of the entire internet. Upon transmigrating and seeing that everything had been ruined by the original owner, Sophie's only thought was: "What kind of nightmare start is this?!" To escape the original owner's fate, Sophie Wexler worked diligently, conducted herself conscientiously, stayed away from the male and female leads, compensated the soldiers harmed by the original owner, and strove to be a model citizen of The Galaxy, absolutely refusing to be the cannon fodder 'offed' by the Imperial Marshal! Broke and powerless, Sophie also had to support a man who'd been innocently dragged into the original owner's mess. She had no choice but to hustle. She started live streaming, became a masked singer, and held concerts. At first, netizens were scornful: 【Tsk, how good can she possibly sound?】 Later, the netizens were forced to eat their words. 【Damn, that's so good I'm on my knees!】 【What the hell, the violent episode of my Disorder Period has actually been soothed?!】 【The toxins in my Spiritual Sea have actually been eliminated!】 Her live streams went viral, the masked singer became a huge sensation, and tickets for her concerts were snapped up across The Galaxy. Sophie was content, thinking, "This time, I must have finally escaped the original owner's fate, right?" But what do you know, the man I've been doting on and supporting is actually the Imperial Marshal?! --- One day, Yancey Forrest came home to find that the boisterous person who was always claiming to be good to him was gone. His eyes darkened. Provoke me and then think you can leave? After catching her, Yancey traced his fingertips along Sophie's neck, smiling gently. "Why run?" Sophie trembled. "You... you're the Imperial Marshal?" His identity exposed, Yancey Forrest took her hand and slowly placed it on his own neck ring. "You know I won't kill you, don't you?"

In her past life, Su Yaoguang bought Xiao Yanci, supported his education, and helped him rise to great heights. She became his wife. Everyone praised him for never abandoning the farm girl who funded his rise. Su Yaoguang also believed she had found a good man. Unexpectedly, when she was seriously ill, she saw Xiao Yanci bring his first love and a child who resembled them both to her bedside. "Dad, mom, when will this person die?" the child asked, holding Xiao Yanci's hand. Xiao Yanci responded, "Soon, just wait a bit longer." That was the moment she realized: she had wasted her entire life on the wrong man. Returning to the age of fifteen, Su Yaoguang pointed at the bloody young boy: "I want him." In her past life, no matter what she gave Xiao Yanci, she only received a cold expression. This time, the young boy, like a wolf cub, dropped his guard; everything Sister gifted was the best. Sweet as milk. Devoted beyond reason. He melted her completely. Until one day, the young boy took a high position. Not wanting history to repeat itself, Su Yaoguang packed her things and slipped away at night, only to run into a man as noble and unattainable as a deity. "I've heard you call us siblings everywhere. Good sister, shouldn't we change what we call each other?"