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・❥ 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡 - 𝐄𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐉𝐚𝐞𝐠𝐞𝐫

ꕥ 𝙘𝙬 : 𝙬𝙘: 2.9𝙠 (𝙞 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙣𝙮 𝙖𝙨𝙛𝙛), 𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨, 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙜𝙚 𝙖𝙪, 𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙣 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙥𝙡𝙤𝙩, 𝙨𝙪𝙗 𝙛𝙚𝙢!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧, 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤𝙭𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 (𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙞𝙥𝙨𝙮 𝙣 𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙝, 𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙨 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙝), 𝙪𝙣𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙭, 𝙥𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙪𝙩 (𝙣𝙤 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙥𝙞𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 ???), 𝙥𝙚𝙩 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙨 (𝙢𝙖𝙢𝙖 𝙭100, 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙬𝙞𝙘𝙚), 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙧𝙞𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙡𝙮 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙, 𝙡𝙤𝙩𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 & 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙪𝙩, 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙛 𝙞 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙭𝙤𝙭𝙤 | 𝙢𝙙𝙣𝙞

✎ 𝘢𝘯 : 𝘪 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘰𝘵, 𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘧 𝘭𝘮𝘢𝘰. 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘢𝘺, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 100 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘣𝘤 𝘪𝘵 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 3𝘬 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴, 𝘪 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 ༄

You were always so different from Eren, even during your childhood. He'd always play outside as a kid, barging into your home covered in dirt and bruises and you'd always be there to help him out. Even as time flew, you'd help him out in other ways. With his homework, with any exams, lying to his parents, etc etc. You'd only separated once in your life and that was when you both made it into high school but it didn't stop you two from hanging out.

Always on facetime, coming over to his house that still happened to be nearby, and hanging out on weekends. Those 4 years didn't matter much anyway seeing as you both got into the same college. The thing is, growing up with somebody always means random moments where it dawns on you that y'all are really growing up.

Sometimes Eren would come over to your college dorm smelling like weed, eyes red and lidded as he plopped down into your bed carelessly. Or you'd go to his dorm and see bottles of alcohol that he's clearly doing a shitty job at concealing and you question how he's even gotten this far without getting caught. You've stuck to your old ways and he's stuck to his just in other aspects. He shows up stressed for an exam, you help him study. He's drunk from a party, you give him water to sober him up.

One day, however, it's like you and him did a 180. You were absolutely tired of college and the disappointing party you just left early from did nothing to help. You stand in front of Eren's dorm, heels held in one hand by the straps as you give your signature knocks that lets him know that its you. He opens the door almost instantly, looking you up and down.

"It's 2 am." he says but he opens the door wider anyway, watching as you stumble in. His room is lit by the lamp on his nightstand, keeping the mood low and mellow. "Yeah and I'm not fucked up enough." you sigh, dragging your feet as you walk further inside. You hear the click of the door behind you and make move to take off your bra, doing it all while still keeping your dress on and throwing it somewhere you won't remember.

"Are you drunk?" he asks, sitting beside you on his bed. You turn to look at him, meeting his eyes with yours that are lidded from being tired of everyone's shit. "Do I look drunk?" Eren examines your features for a second before replying, "Yes."

You weren't that drunk. Tipsy at most. You weren't content to being that close to sobriety though and another drink didn't sound too bad right about now. But you know Eren wasn't much of a liquor person these days, choosing to roll up a joint instead of swallowing anything he knew would give his tastebuds an unpleasant feel. It appears you'd have to settle.

"Let's smoke." you tell him and he raises a brow at you. "Smoke what?" He's unsure but at the same time he knows exactly what you're talking about. "Don't play dumb, 'ren." you say as you let yourself fall back on his bed with a soft thud. "You don't smoke weed." he throws the obvious out there, still puzzled. "Well, now I want to."

Eren simply shrugs, getting up and moving to his nightstand. He opens up the drawer and pulls out a small bag that pops with color. He also grabs a rolling tray and places a few more items on it. "You sure you wanna do this? You have liquor in your system." he says with his back turned, grabbing a towel and placing it down so that it covers the small area that his dorm door doesn't cover.

"Yeah, been curious for a while now." you confess, looking up at him from your spot as he walks back over to you. You sit back up as he sits beside you, placing the rolling tray on his lap. You watch as he pulls out rolling paper from a small packet and places it on the tray. "If you start tweakin', I'm giving you water and you're going to bed." he mutters, pulling a bud of weed out of the small baggie and placing it into his grinder.

You've seen people smoke weed all the time but you've never really seen the process. That's why you're staring intently at what he's doing, trying to push back the fuzzy feeling in your head from the alcohol. "I'm not gonna act any different, Eren." you tell him unknowingly. He simply dead pans at you as he twists his grinder, crushing up the weed. "I'm just 'posed to feel like I'm on cloud 9, right?" you ask and he opens his mouth as if he was gonna say something else but only let's out a 'sure'.

Eren takes the lid off the grinder, revealing to you the now crushed up weed. You watch at he spreads it in a line along the rolling paper, making sure the line is straight. He picks up the paper carefully before toying with it a bit, folding it in a way that you can now recognize it as a joint. He brings it up to his lips before licking it carefully and pressing it down so that it's sealed.

"Are you done now?" you ask, tone coming off as impatient without you meaning it to. "Basically, yeah." He pats both of his pockets before reaching into his left one, pulling out a red lighter. Your eyes stare at the way he holds the joint between his fingertips, lighting up the end until the joint lights.

"You might cough." he tells you before bringing the joint up to his lips, inhaling and releasing smoke before inhaling again. You can already smell the weed much more than before as the smoke dances around you. "I don't cough or choke." you reply. It's true. Anything you've smoked such as hookah, a cigarette once, you didn't cough. You didn't even choke or cough the first time you gave a guy head.

Eren gestures the joint towards you and you take it between your fingers, pretty nails making the moment pinterest worthy. You bring it up to your lips and breathe in n' out first before inhaling the weed. He was almost right about his statement earlier, the smoke hitting the back of your throat. You don't let it get to you though, taking a deep breath before exhaling and clearing your throat.

"That shit tastes horrible, what the fuck." you mutter, face scrunched up in disgust. Eren shrugs before taking the joint back and taking his couple of puffs. He gives it back to you, letting you do your thing as he goes into his fridge, pulling out 4 waterbottles. You try again, inhaling and ghosting the smoke this time before exhaling it. The taste wasn't any better even after your third inhale but you already felt different.

"How you feel?" he asks lowly, placing 2 of the waterbottles on the nightstand before handing you one and keeping one for himself. You look at him with a small smile before telling him the first feeling that comes to mind. "Calm." You hand Eren the joint before cracking open your water bottle, suddenly feeling parched.

"Yeah?" he asks, taking a hit himself. You nod and move your tongue around in your mouth, feeling like the water you just drank evaporated instead of being swallowed. "You look smacked as fuck." he tells you and you whip out your phone camera to get a good look at yourself. Your eyes are already pinkish and you can't seem to widen them for more than 2 seconds. You toss your phone aside before shrugging. "You look normal." you tell him.

He takes his last hit before handing you the joint that's become significantly smaller. "You can take the last hits." he offers and you do, reducing the size of the joint even more before putting it out on the rolling tray. Eren places the tray along with everything else on top of it back into his nightstand before laying beside you.

"Eren, my mouth is dry." you say, continuing to move it around in your mouth. "Drink water." he says simply. "Tried that, didn't work." You turn to look at him and he does the same a second after. "Is your mouth dry?" you ask him and he shakes his head. "Not really." You bring your head up by propping it up on your hand supported by your elbow and forearm. "You should like, share your saliva with me." you say without thinking yet you don't question why you do.

"How?" he asks you as if considering. "Like.." you move closer to him, nose nudging against him as you smile. "You could kiss me right now." You're definitely high, maybe a little cross faded. You and Eren have definitely had your moments growing up. As the both of you got older, he'd notice the changes in your body and you'd notice his. He'd watch your small body grow up to have curves and you'd watch his prepubescent body form into abs and muscles as his facial hair grew. Of course there'd be tension and it made pushing feelings aside difficult on both ends.

"Don't play with me." he huffs out, trying to mask his emotions behind a small laugh. You pout, bringing a hand to Eren's chest. "'m not playing with you, 'ren." you tell him, gaze lingering on his lips for for a little too long before meeting his eyes. "Swear?" he asks you and you nod. That's enough for him to bring his head closer, letting his lips envelope yours.

He maneuvers you on top of him, one hand settling on your waist and the other on your plush ass. Your dress rises up as you straddle him and he can't help but lift it up just a tad more, smoothing his hand over your lace panties. You groan softly as he bites your lower lip, licking into your mouth. You reciprocate the energy, tugging his bottom lip with your teeth, giving it a gentle suck. You giggle against his lips before sitting up on top of him, feeling his bulge press against you.

"Shit.." he mumbles under his breath, hands smoothing over your thighs that drive him wild. You fake a pout, hands going underneath his tanktop and feeling up his abs. "What's wrong, baby?" you ask him with a sweet tone. His eyes look at you with a dangerous lust, hands squeezing your thighs. "Don't play, mama. I'll fuck you 'til you cry." he mutters lowly, the bass in his voice making you shiver. "What if I want you to fuck me?" you reply and grin at the way he moves his hips up slightly, pressing his dick against you.

He moves the both of you back, scooting backwards until he's sitting up against his headboard. "Take that fucking dress off." he groans, throwing off his tanktop. You move your dress upwards and off your body, giggling at the way Eren gazes at your tits. You lean forward, placing teasing pecks on his lips until he brings you forward with a tense grip on your hips, giving you a proper make out session.

You feel his hand go down into your panties and keen against his lips, letting him rub at your awaiting clit. You grind your hips down onto his hand, already dampening his finger tips as the digits prod at your entrance. You feel him plunge 2 fingers deep in your pussy and throw your head back, moaning louder than either of you expected.

You quickly place your lips back on his, breathing heavier than before as he fucks you on his fingers. His thick long fingers reach spots yours never could and you have to suckle on his tongue to keep your mind about you. You were right, kissing was most definitely the answer to quenching the thirst the weed left you with. You can't help but drape your arms around him, letting him finger you as you let your head rest in the crook of your neck.

"Feels good, mama?" he asks and you nod, letting out small whimpers into his ears. You distract yourself by kissing his neck, hoping to ignore your orgasm that tempts to take over your body. He doesn't let you get to that point anyway, removing his fingers from your hole and grinning at your disappointed whine.

"Shh, 'm gonna fuck you." he reassures you, sliding his sweats and boxers down enough to free his dick. He uses your slick to pump himself with his fist, his precum helping him out as well. You look down and your eyes finally widen without you having to do so forcefully, looking at his threatening size. "It don't bite." he tells you, laughing at your reaction. "It look like it do." you pout but your face changes quickly as he lifts your hips for you, pulling your panties to the side as he nudges his tip against your entrance.

You gasp as the head of his dick pops inside you, spreading your pussy already. You dig your nails into his shoulders, crying out a series of swears the more you go down on his dick. You huff out a forceful sigh once you've gotten him all the way inside, your ass meeting his thighs. "You good?" he asks, looking into your eyes and you try your best to deadpan at him. "Yeah, 'ren. A big dick splitting me in half feels like nothing." He laughs at your dramatic display before bending his knees and placing his hands firm on your waist.

You whine as he thrusts up into your pussy, his hips moving upwards towards yours. You have no choice but to sit there and take it, his hands keeping you down on his dick. You let him piston in n' out of your pussy, hitting the sweetest of spots deep inside you. The weed and the remaining alcohol in your body had you feeling fuzzy all over but none of it compared to the feeling his thrusts were giving you. Eren made you see stars, he made you feel things no other guy could make you feel.

You would've never imagined actually managing to fuck your childhood best friend. Of course you'd imagine him fucking you intimately from time to time but you never thought the day would come. Now here you are, on top of him and letting him pound your pussy like it's his. And it is his, has always been his.

He lets his grip on your hips loosen a bit as he cranes his neck downwards, spitting onto your clit. You whine as he moves his dick deeper inside you and attempt to lift your hips but the strong grip is back, keeping you grounded against him. "Don't run from this dick, mama." he mutters, looking up into your red eyes with his own. "Gotta make you cum on it first."

He lets his legs lay flat against the bed and gives you a new rhythm. Moving your hips against him in a way that makes you grind on him, your clit rubbing against his pelvis. Your breath hitches as he moves your hips in quick motions, grinding your pearl against him with more force. The sight above him is beautiful, watching the way your eyes squeeze shut as your mouth hangs open as you cry out sinful things.

"Gonna make me cum, 'ren." you whine, assisting him by doing some of the work yourself. You place your hands on his chest, grinding back and forth against him like your life depended on it, squeezing his dick tightly. He lets his hands rest loosely on your hips now that you no longer need his help, taking matters into your own hands.

"Cum on my dick, then." he tells you, letting you use him as your own fuck toy. Your mouth hangs open in a silent cry as you suddenly come to a halt above him, your slick seeping out quickly and coating his thighs. You ride out your orgasm with a few slow grinds before collapsing on top of Eren, not even having the energy to move anymore.

He bends his knees once more, going back to drilling up inside you to chase his own orgasm. You whine at the overstimulation as he pounds your sweet pussy, the sound of your ass slapping against his thighs echoing throughout the room. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum." he grits out against clenched teeth, fucking into you with more vigor. Your whimpers turn to pants as he pulls out of you, cumming all over your pelvis and a bit spurting onto his own. He joins you in your fit of pants, letting you lay against him despite the sticky feeling between your bodies.

Your breathing calms down along with your heart, the thumps of your heart beat aligning with his. You appear to have clocked out instantly after his orgasm, head laying lazily on his shoulder as you breathe softly against him. The only thing on his mind now is having to clean up this sinful mess and the fact that he just fucked the shit out of his best friend.

𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 ✩

#eren jeager x reader #eren jaeger #eren jaeger x reader #eren aot #eren jeager smut #eren jaeger smut #how tf do you spell this mfs last name is it jaeger? jeager? yaeger?? idfk #shingeki no kyojin #eren aot smut #black writers

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oh-theseus · 3 years

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in another time

pairing: eren jaeger x gn!reader

summary: in which eren and his nurse at marley care for each other more than a patient and nurse should.

warnings: mentions of death, not a happy ending lol, SEASON 4 PART 1 SPOILERS

a/n: mmm first fic :,) i had this idea whilst looking through unrelated books and immediately thought to write it down. hopefully this is enjoyable <3

eren was unsure as to when the feelings for his nurse had turned from indifferent to caring. he figured it must’ve happened after you’d begun telling him stories of yourself, but the time at which it had happened became blurry after a while. eren wasn’t meant to care for you, or that little boy falco, or even the other soldiers who stayed at the hospital with him. you were all likely to be dead soon anyways. he shouldn’t find comfort in the way your hands gently wrapped his gauze when it needed to be redone, or the way you hummed to yourself when you were cleaning out his room. but of course, the tragic love story had already taken its start.

you wouldn’t admit it to yourself because of how unprofessional your feelings towards eren - or kruger, as you knew him - were, but you’d grown to care for the man more than you should. you enjoyed your time spent together, especially the days when you could convince eren’s doctor to let him walk about the nearby street with you at his side. he’d quickly become one of your favorite patients, and you selfishly felt yourself grow disappointed every time he seemed to be getting better. though there didn’t seem to be a way to stop that, considering eren had fully recovered by now.

“what the hell are you doing?” you questioned one afternoon when you had walked into eren’s room to find him trying to stand on his one leg without his crutch. of course, your sudden words startled him and caused eren to wobble and nearly fall. however, you’d been quick enough to move to him and hold him upright by grabbing onto his left arm and leaning your body against his, guiding him gently back onto the edge of his bed.

“just wanted to see if i could,” he explained softly, a defeated sounding sigh escaping from between his lips. it brought a slight frown to your face, watching as eren pushed the hair away from his eye. it hadn’t gone unnoticed to you that he only seemed to care about what he could and couldn’t see when it was just the two of you, but you weren’t going to make a comment on it.

“next time wait for me, alright? or another nurse,” you reminded gently, turning from him to the now empty tray sitting on the table beside his bed. it had held his breakfast that morning, but the food had long since been eaten and the dishes left to the side. you moved the tray and dishes stacked on top of it to sit on the ground just outside of eren’s door so that the dish washers could gather it when they came by soon.

“is the weather nice?” eren questioned. his gaze was trained on the window in front of him, eye darting around as it looked from person to person sitting outside.

“yes, it’s very nice. do you want to sit outside again? i’m sure that little boy that stops by would be happy. he really seems to enjoy you,” you tell eren, moving over to where his crutch was for when he undoubtedly would say yes to your offer.

“yes, if you don’t mind. and can you blame him? what’s not to enjoy?” eren joked, pulling a light laugh from your lips. the sound caused a hitch in eren’s heart beat and a flutter in his stomach. it was all very childish, his feelings for you. but he had been unable to will them away regardless of how hard he tried.

“perhaps your sarcasm?” you teased. helping eren to stand up right again and tuck his crutch beneath his left arm, your eyes wandered to the small smile etched on his face. it wasn’t often he smiled, and his action brought a smile of your own to your face.

“i’ll have to ask his opinion on that,” eren said once he was upright. he gripped the crutch under his left arm carefully and began to take slow and careful steps out of his room. you hovered close to his side, your hands ready to reach out and steady him should he need the support.

a silence fell between the two of you as you walked. periodically eren would pause his walking to catch his breath, and you always waited patiently for him to be ready before continuing on.

by the time you’d made it to the courtyard-like area facing the busy street, most of the other patients had gone inside because the wind had suddenly picked up. eren insisted on sitting out still, settling into his usual spot on his bench.

“i’ll be back in an hour, okay?” you told him, watching as eren seemed to think something over before he responded.

“why don’t you stay? just for today,” he asked. you should’ve declined, should’ve said that you had to make your rounds with other patients. but he’d never asked you to stay before and the offer had made your heart jump and a slight coloring go to your cheeks.

“just for a bit,” you mumbled whilst sitting next to him, making sure to leave enough space between the two of you so that you wouldn’t be touching him. obviously you had nothing against him, but you didn’t wish to make him uncomfortable.

the two of you sat in silence for a while, the only noise coming from the sounds of leaves swaying against each other in the wind and children occasionally running past the opening in the courtyard. it was a comfortable silence; it let the both of you think freely without having to worry about what the other was going to say or do. it was nice.

it wouldn’t last though. eren knew he needed to turn you away. he needed you to be upset with him so that the things he planned to do tomorrow would be easier for him to accomplish.

“you know i’ve gotten better, right? well enough to go home,” eren finally breaks the silence, drawing your gaze from the ground by your feet instead to him. he’d already been looking at you, so you looked away quickly when your eyes met his.

you had noticed that he seemed to be completely fine; mentally and physically. the only thing that seemed to be bothering him now was his missing leg and his missing eye. but the pain in both had left him alone, meaning there was nothing that anyone could do for him. but you’d purposely been avoiding telling the other nurses and the doctors that you thought he was ready to be discharged. obviously there was a reason he wanted to stay here. you didn’t know what it was but you’d learn soon enough.

“yes. i know,” you paused, trying to find the words to express why you wanted him to stay. you didn’t want to send him back to a place he didn’t want to go, of course you didn’t. but you also didn’t want to discharge him simply because you didn’t want to let him go. “i figured there’s a reason you pretended to be unwell for so long. i don’t want to force you to go back to somewhere you don’t want to go.”

eren hummed as a response. his gaze was still on you, watching carefully to see if any of your actions would supply the small flame of hope within him that thought maybe - just maybe - you’d grown to care for him the same way he had for you. even if he knew he was about to end every good thing that had grown between the two of you. but you gave no information away as you watched as another nurse helped a patient across the yard.

“and i suppose there’s a part of me that wants you to stay,” you forced out, eyes moving from the nurse and patient instead to eren. and there it was. the truth for why you refused to discharge him. the real reason why you didn’t want him to go home. you’d miss his company too much.

“a part?” he questions, eyebrow furrowing in something that you supposed was confusion though it could very well be anger for all you knew.

“more than a part,” your response comes to you quickly, hardly being thought through before the words are falling from your lips and to his ears. silence finds its way between the two of you once more. this time it’s uncomfortable. so many words are left unsaid. thoughts are tangled messes. and eren’s suddenly regretting his mission

but just a small bit. revenge was too sweet.

“that’s a shame,” eren finally says, the words he’s about to say tasting bitter on his own tongue. he didn’t want to hurt you. really, he didn’t. but he had a goal to achieve and you were not going to get in the way of that. no matter how badly eren wanted to stay with you just a bit longer. the mission came first. freedom came first.

“i’m unsure what you mean,” you confess, eyes flickering between the man sitting next to you and the suddenly still leaves. silence has settled in the whole courtyard, not just between the two of you. you’re not sure you want to hear what he says, but you push still. you need to know what is happening in his mind. “please, explain it to me.”

a cold laugh escapes eren. it’s nothing like you’ve ever heard from him before. nothing like the man you had grown to love and care for. no, this was someone else entirely. a stranger. a stranger who knew far too much about you.

“it’s a shame that you thought i’d care,” he tells you plainly, his cold gaze settling onto your face. he watches you as you furrow your brows and turn to look at him, eyes wide and breathing picking up. he knows you don’t take rejection well. you’d told him that one night when he’d been unable to sleep. you’d told him so many little things about you during those sleepless nights. and you never would’ve if you knew he’d sit there and use it against you. “i don’t care. about your feelings or you.”

it was like a slap to the face. you felt your breath catch in your throat and your breathing began to become ragged. your eyes burned, tears welling up. you’re quick to blink them away. you will not cry in front of him.

to think you’d been so foolish to mistake his small laughs and gentle looks as him genuinely caring for you. you were ashamed and embarrassed. mostly though, you were heartbroken.

“i see. i was foolish to think otherwise,” you say, sniffling as you stand up. your hands brush over your legs, smoothing out your pants. when you turn to face eren, he’s still looking at you. the two of you stand like that for a moment. no words are said, only a heartbroken gaze meeting a cold one.

finally, you clear your throat and straighten your back.

“i’ll request a discharge after tomorrow’s festival. until then, one of the other nurses can take care of you,” your voice is professional, taking on a tone eren had never heard from you before. he doesn’t like it. “goodbye, kruger. i hope the future is kinder to you. perhaps you’ll find someone you do care about.”

he doesn’t miss the way your voice hardens as you say goodbye. nor the way he feels hearing you say his “name”. you’ve fallen for a man who doesn’t exist. and he’s let you.

watching as you walk away from him, eren’s eye looks to his hands folded in his lap. regret fills him, nearly drowns him in his own mind, but he can’t take it back. marley needed to pay for what they had down to his home. to him. marley deserved hell. and that meant you deserved it too.

that didn’t mean that as falco and eren began to talk with each other not ten minutes later that his mind didn’t wander to what could’ve been. if he could’ve convinced you to come with him to a safe place. somewhere you wouldn’t be harmed in tomorrow’s attack. but eren knew he was foolish to wish that.

he was foolish to ever fall in love with you.

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