some of you need to make your bed and have a shower with a soap that smells nice, and then sit in a chair near the window and have tea with milk and read a hardcover book and see how your creative block is after that tbh.
Hello there ! Sorry for the lack of updates but the last weeks have been rough - I kinda hit a roadblock for the Levi fic. However, I may have begun another eren fic set in the omegaverse, and college au Miche fic 👀
Which makes me think that I should probably put a 18+ warning on this blog, once I've finished one of these two works..
A little teaser of the beginning, to make up for my absence ! I was a little off, so I felt better playing video games than writing. Hope it still catches your interest 😊
I just pictured Eren with a cupboard full of instant noodles and burst out laughing 😂😂
im not hating on eren i swear it’s just i see a lot of head canons and they say eren would make homemade meals. while it’s entirely possible with practice and time, yeah, but eren can’t cook to save a life and that makes me so sad. I’ll teach you to cook eren dw🥲
Tbh I think he would be able to do some basic cooking he’s a mamas boy carla wouldn’t let him be absolutely useless haha
He’s not like… amazing at it tho I don’t think. Just edible 😇
Pairing: Moblit Berner x F!Reader (Modern AU)
Word Count: 2.8K
Warnings: TA/student relationship, alcohol, swearing, mutual pining
A/N: Moblit is so sweet and underrated. I’m excited to show him some love, especially on his birthday! 💛 Future chapters will have 18+ content, so IF YOU ARE A MINOR, DO NOT INTERACT!
In the past few weeks, you’ve learned exactly how much of a pain it is to change majors. At least you did it before the semester began, and you were able to switch two of your classes. But you hadn’t anticipated needing an additional elective credit. With most courses already full, you sent a hopeful email, expecting a polite rejection in return. Instead, here you are, walking into an Introduction to Archaeology class.
As you settle into one of the only open seats, at the very front of the lecture hall, you can’t help but feel out of place. Not only is this a 100-level course, the majority of your fellow students nervous-looking freshmen, but you’re an English major. Luckily, your genuine interest in the subject seemed to sway the instructor enough to pull some strings and make it so that the course fulfilled your elective requirement.
Speaking of which… You glance around, wondering when they’ll arrive. Class starts in two minutes.
You’re startled when the double doors at the back of the room slam open. “What did I tell you, Moblit? We’re right on time!”