Gonna write some fanfic here. (O god when did i become this terrible, where is the waste basket, i need to go sit in it)

Ok, here goes. This is my first fanfic ever, so please give me feedback/critiques




Chapter 1: Melting, Not Breaking, the Ice
Italian Ice Vendor!Marco x Beachgoer!Jean

Jean collapsed on his towel after a few long hours of swimming with his fellow classmates. "That was fun!" Eren practically screamed. "Shut up you overly hyper 3 year old" Jean said, covering his ears. "YOU WANNA GO HORSE FACE?" "BRING IT ON" THE fight continued for a few minutes before Mikasa stepped between them and pointed at something in front of her. Jean looked to where Mikasa was pointing. "Italian Ice?" Mikasa just nodded. "What flavor?" "Lemon." She replied bluntly. "Does anyone else want any?" Jean asked, looking at the rest of the group. They all nodded and told him what flavor they wanted. The horse walked over to the small Italian Ice stand and studied the boy behind it. He had freckles spattered over his cheeks, and dark brown hair. The boy was a tiny bit taller than Jean, but it seemed like he was the one getting stared down apon. He gave a small, nervous, smile to Jean. 'He's kinda cute' Jean thought. A slight blush appearing on his cheeks. "Do you need anything?" The boy asked, looking a bit worried. "You." Jean blurted out.'SHITSHITSHITSHIT did I just say that. Yknow what, I'm just going to go with it.' The boys cheeks turned bright red "u-um, im not quite sure what you mean" "I mean, are you free some time next week?" "W-well yes, I mean no I mean-" Jean put a slip of paper on the mini counter. "Call me." He said , and walked away. When he got back to the group, Mikasa looked at him, annoyed, "you forgot to get us Italian Ice"

it belongs indeed, in the bin

like trash


idek i havent read it 3 lazy

I actually implied something in the writing. Its kinda a lemon joke