#how tf do you spell his last name | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

sister-of-hitoshi · 2 months

Text

Bnha main three x turned to child reader

Scenarios with just fluff! This one has a lil drabble too hehe~

Katsuki Bakugo

A noisy weekend afternoon, pathetic winds making noise through the damned trees, and the extras just being extras, Katsuki Bakugo was fed up with the day, wishing for evening to come already, so that the common school gym opened and he could get started with his weekend training regimen.

It was literally just another shitty day.

Even his s/o had gone somewhere so he was all alone.

Not like he'll ever admit to missing them.

From the common room, he made his way to his own room, wishing to be just left by himself.

However his extremely polite wish to the gods was not granted.

Since he'd stumbled upon a damned brat right after entering his room.

Wtf?!

"What's this thing doing here...?"

Was even more stunned when that same brat had swiftly crawled upto him, and then upon him, and had landed on his shoulder.

The brat's crawling speed was unreal.

He wasted no time in grabbing the brat with one hand and shoving the thing on his bed.

"Who are you?" He inquired, making an expression which would be enough to scare any brat away.

But of course, you weren't just any brat, you were a special brat.

So, instead of answering his question, you did the next best thing that came to your tiny brain, you mimicked his question, asking him who he was, your lips curling into an innocent smile.

Wait- he feels he knows this smile-

"Y/n...?"

You hold his face in your chubby hands and nod vigorously.

He feels proud first, shocked next.

"How tf?"

Immediately became more gentle with handling you, his precious dumbass.

Didn't waste any time informing Aizawa about the situation. After much thought, Aizawa had reluctantly agreed on letting Bakugo be in charge of his fellow classmate.

"You are under my care huh?! Well you better behave AND ADDRESS ME AS YOUR MASTER!"

Loves how you broke into fits of giggles just after.

Most of your conversation with him was just playful banter.

"BA-k-bojhfh yur name's hawd" you say while poking his cheek

"WAIT-HOW COULD YOU SPELL MY NAME WRONG??!"

He was like an experienced caretaker. He immediately understood how you were feeling at any moment of the day, and caught onto your eating habits with the precision of a seasoned professional.

He kept in touch with both his studies and recovery girl, who informed him about the period of 3 days for the effects of your current state lasting.

Nothing that he couldn't handle.

Most of the times you were perched onto his shoulder like a baby bird.

He found your shenanigans enjoyable.

Except for the fact that you seemed to get his name wrong everytime.

After a few minutes from his trip to recovery girl

"There are three cards arranged here. Now get the cards one after the other and spell it correctly" Bakugo said in a somewhat calm manner- the calmest he could get with his anger

You nodded in response, picking the first card.

"B-A....Ba!"

And then you show it to him. "Baa!!" You say more eloquently in an excited manner.

You pickup the second pair.

"Kuuu~" you chirp happily as he nods in a satisfied manner "Baku!" You repeat happily.

Bakugo with his folded arms kept watching you, hoping that now you would finally get his name right.....(also not to hide it- he enjoyed the sight of his adorable partner trying to learn his name)

It was going fine until- "GUo...?"

Now Bakugo got a tick mark on his forehead and his triangular eyes appeared.

"AAAGGHHHHDAMNIT" He shouted with his hands pulling at his hair "NOW GIMME THOSE CARDS YOU CAN DO NOTHING"

You just nodded enthusiastically and gave him the cards, and perched on his shoulder.

"Say it-Ba"

"Ba"

"Ku"

"Kuu~"

"Go"

"...Go?"

Bakugo saw a new ray of hope-

"Now say it!- Ba-ku-go!!"

There was one minute of silence until-

"Bakujjgfxhuj-"

OH C'MON IT'S NOT THAT HARD!!!" Bakugo said, being exhausted.

And you burst into a fit of giggles.

For Todoroki Shouto: Here

For Izuku Midoriya: Here

#mha x gender neutral reader #mha x you #mha x reader #mha #mha x y/n #bnha #bnha headcanons #bnha x reader #bnha x y/n #bnha x you #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugou katsuki #bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugo mha #hot head #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha class 1a #main trio

211 notes · View notes

youuuimeanmee · 2 months

Text

Get ready with me to be surprised with

✨️Arnold Crowley✨️

Hint: Crowley

I was scrolling through Twitter/X, laughing and giggling at the cute DamiAnya and Loid tweets from the recent chapter 95, when I stumbled on a tweet about Arnold Crowley.

Btw, Arnold is one of the character I'm looking forwad meeting the most because he's the top scorer in the classical language test. His score must be 90 or above, which is kinda insane when we know classical language is a dead language and barely taught anymore. I previously made a theory that the reason why Anya is so good at classical language is because she came from Covenia, the equivalent of Romania irl; which language derived from Latin language. That's why I was intrigued with Arnold Crowley; I want to know how is he able to beat Anya's score. Like, did he come from the same place as Anya, or, does his family have a medical/researcher background; stuffs like that

Anyway, back to the tweet. Some people are weirded out with Arnold Crowley's hairstyle, which is not surprising, because me too.

I clicked the comments when I saw this.

What. The Fuck. Is That.

The hair/hat reference! The same last name!

Suddenly everything about Arnold clicked. Why I feel weirded out not just from his hairstyle, but also from his bow tie (which reminds me of a moth's wing pattern). Why his polite demeanor is lowkey making me uneasy. Why he is so interested to meet the runner-up of his strong subject. Why he is so good at classical language.

I was scared. I am scared.

But I was still excited to learn that Crowley was a real person, so I googled him just to make sure.

Oh FFUCK.

Dear God what did I discover.

Arnold Crowley or his parents might be based on Aleister Crowley.

Aleister Crowley is an occultist.

He practiced spells.

Spells often comes from Latin words.

He is also a poet.

A poet also often uses Latin language.

Do you see what I'm seeing here.

Summary:

Arnold Crowley or his parents might be an occultist or poet; that's how he's able to be excelled in classical language.

If Arnold's family is a poet, then thank God.

If Arnold's family is an occultist, I am really scared for Anya. What if he wants to learn if Anya is a fellow occultist like him. What if he wants to invite Anya to join his cult. What if he finds out about Anya's telepathic ability. What if he somehow trigger Anya's bad memories with his magic skills(?). I really want Anya to get tf away from him now.

And here I was so excited with Arnold's appereance, I even joked he'd become Anya's new classmate or even the 2nd ML, lol. But now? I'm really not sure. I better keep an eye on him from now on.

Yah that's about it! Thank you for following me in this short journey! 👋

*Edit: I missed the fact that Aleister Crowley is from British. Now I imagine Arnold speak in British accent and I can't stop laughing 🤣

#spy x family #sxf #spy x family manga #sxf manga #spy x family spoilers #sxf spoilers #spy x family manga spoilers #sxf manga spoilers #spy x family 95 #sxf 95 #spy x family theory #sxf theory #arnold crowley

327 notes · View notes

desire-or-hope · 1 year

Text

Y/N MEETS TOMAN {pt.2}

I'm really grateful people enjoy my stories even though I just started! I would appreciate it if we can get to 10 followers at least? Anyways Thank you so much!

Toman x GN!Y/N.

WARNING: CURSING

🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌼🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸

Texting: Dummies doing Dummy things

Sanzu: YES I AM

Y/N: YOU FUCKING BITCH THAT SHIT KNOCKED ME TF OUT, tasted good tho.

Sanzu: You're dumb as hell🤨❓

??? IS ONLINE

Sanzu: Speaking of dumb as hell.

???: What?

???: Hey Takemichi!☺️❤️

Takemichi: Oh! H-Hey Hina😳

Baji: Nah cause why he stuttering in text?

Mitsuya: ...

Chifuyu: No cause let's forget about the fact he stuttered in text and talk about HOW THE HELL BAJI-SAN TYPED A FULL SENTENCE WITHOUT ONE MISTAKE🧐🧐🧐

Takemichi: Did he turn on his auto-correct?

Y/N: Nah bro, I think the Angels got tired of his spelling and shit so they decided to spare his ass and told him to collab his last fucking brain cells together or they're gonna beat his ass and fuck up his life. OF COURSE HE DID WHAT ELSE WOULD HE FUCKING DO?!

Takemichi: Oh...Who are you?

???: Hey don't be mean to Takemichi!☹️

Y/N: How come I never met you?

Emma: She wasn't online the last time, and I didn't add you to the girl group chat🤭

Y/N: Fuck you🤭

Emma: No thanks☺️❤️

Hina: My name is Hinata but please, call me Hina💛

Y/N: You sound hot🧍‍♀️

Hina: Oh, thank you!

Takemichi: Hey! She's my girlfriend!☹️

Y/N: And?

Takemichi: 😶 anyways, what's your name?

Y/N: Y/N L/N THE GODDESS OF YOUR DREAMS, YOU WILL NEVER FIND ANYONE LIKE ME🥶🥶💪💪

???: She's a weird one.

Y/N: Who the fuck are you?

Smiley: Nahoya but call me Smiley, my brother isn't here right now but his name is Souta but call him Angry.

Y/N: K, and why is everyone so quite❓❓☹️

Mikey: Sorry, dealing with something else.

Y/N: Like what?

Mikey: Gang stuff, and Dorayaki.

Y/N: DORAyaki? You mean the cartoon girl who is a blind dumbass Bitch? Her name isn't Yaki. It's Dora:)

Mitsuya: It's a snack that's basically filling inside two pancakes.

Y/N: Oh Okay. And what gang stuff?

Mikey: Gang stuff between another gang.

Y/N: Oh really? What's the Gang called?

Mikey: Tenjiku, they have stu-

??????? HAS FORCED THEMSELVES IN THE CHAT

Takemichi: What the?

???: Hey bitches🙂

Mikey: GET TF OUT I SWEAR TO GOD!

🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌼🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸

To be continued ✨

#tokyo rev x reader #tokyo revengers #takemichi hanagaki #sano mikey manjiro #draken #nahoya kawata #souta kawata #mitsuya takashi #baji keisuke #y/n l/n #tenjiku #sanzu haruchiyo

112 notes · View notes

milkinmoose · 1 year

Note

Your comments being turned off really shows how much of a snowflake you are to criticsm. 😊

Having your entire blog based on M/rston really shows the kind of person you are, I sure hope you don’t have siblings lol. I’m tired of seeing you freaks on Tumblr, on Pinterest, every. Fucking. Were,. And then you all acting fucking oppressed when you’re confronted???

I blockes you, I still see your art. I came for fucking Charthur and your freaky asses show up on my feed. For a while I thought you all stopped but no???? More show up. More. Not only do I have to deal with the fucking M*rballs and V*ndermusty shippers crawling out of the walls, but I come back and see M*rton shippers back at it. Fucking kys tf????

one, my comments aren't off honey bunches get your fucking facts right before talking to me 😊 also get educated with your yee yee ass typing and spelling. like fr you type like you're at gunpoint and shaking like a little woosey crybaby shitting your silly little clown pants

anyways, getting cereal.

I've seen your sorry lazy fat fucking ass copying and pasting towards other Morston creators, how unoriginal. i bet your response to that though would be "oH i HaVE nO tImE tO BE OrIGInAl wITh yOU" like every other person who supports Charthur 😋 most of you lot are snobby, defensive and extremely fucking racist whether you like it or not. get. your. facts. right. some of you complain about people drawing him skinny and fit? ffs he's canonically fit.

most people also draw him taller than Arthur? and larger? he's not. check his height comparison to Arthur. in game, they're around the same height, and the discussion is still on for his EXACT height, but i think he's between 5/11 to 6/1. all of you who make him a fucking mammoth are the racists stereotyping him for this massive black Indian man. disrespectfully, fuck you for massacring that beautiful man. 😊

idk what else to say anyways im losing brain joos soooo ima start getting silly teheheh

WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK IS MRBALLS???? IM CRYING WHATTTT IS THAT THE NAME OF YOUR TRANSGENDER TESTICLES???? IMAGINE LOOKING DOWN AT YOUR DICK AND GOING "goodmorning MrBalls 😊" UNIRONICALLY

IM ON THE FLOOR BRO FUCKING WHEEZING LIKE GODDAMN PEPPA PIG RN YOU DUMBASS CHARTHUR SHIPPERS ARE SO FUNNY WHEN YOURE OFFENDED OR SEE SUMN YOU DONT LIKE 😭😭😭

I LOVE HOW YOU ALSO SENT THIS TO MULTIPLE MORSTON SHIPPERS???? LIKE TF POSSESSED YOU AND MADE MADE YOU TAKE TIME OUT OF YOUR DAY TO BLABBER SHIT WE DONT CARE ABOUT TO US

also crawling through walls is my favourite pass time, and it's where i have all my adventures with Barry, the paraplegic rat, and Sally, the overweight snail

FYI, for you snowflakes, the last half was just shit post. please don't take it personally and cry

thank you for reading whoever actually did read this far without shitting yourself from being offended. whoever is actually a chill Charthur shipper though, this is not directed at you. it's directed at the assholes who make Arthur hyperfeminine or Charles transgender 😊

have a good day to the nice people in the world i love you all <3

#john marston #rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #arthur morgan #red dead redemption two #funny shit #shit post #theyre idiots your honor #theyre fucked #funny to laugh at #charles smith #RACISM YOUR HONOUR

18 notes · View notes

faintedlcve · 1 year

Text

All because of Enid

Summary: Y/n and Xavier fight a lot. It is then when they ruin a friend's special day when they realise the impact their fighting has on people.

Warning: fluff, like 1 curse word, reader is rude and that's it. lmk if i missed anything

a/n: this is my first ever fanfic. All spelling or grammar mistakes are mine (if there are any). I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! Also, I would love it if you could give me ideas or requests. It'd be a huuuuuuuuuge help! Thanks for clicking on this <3!

..............................................................................................................................

Xavier.

You hated him. Hearing his name brought you so much anger, it was indescribable. You didn't know how it came to you hating him, just that you did. All your conversations ended with one person (or both) being angry. Your conversations often went like this:

"Hey y/n, how many marks did you get in the biology test"

"20/20 with a good written at the side. Why? Did you fail?" You said the last part in a baby voice to annoy Xavier. It seemed as though it worked.

"No. I got 20/20 with an outstanding written at the side." Xavier smirked, knowing the "outstanding" part caught you off guard.

"Wait what?! We both got the same marks!" You exclaimed clearly irritated at the fact that this was the first time he was told to be better than you.

"Except I put extra diagrams which earned me an 'outstanding' therefore making me better than you."

Xavier smirked. His attempt in annoying tf out of you was working. Too well.

"THAT DOES NOT MAKE YOU BETTER THAN ME." You half shouted despite knowing it did.

"Yeah whatever." Xavier smirked. Ugh, there it was. That smirk again.

And therefore, you were mad. Not, how this rivalry started, no, just how all your conversations ended.

It was frustrating. It being Xavier.

*time skip*

You and all your friends had planned a suprise party for Enid at Crackstone's Crypt (much like the party for Wednesday but more… Colourful). Enid LOVED surprises. And colours. And parties. So it was the perfect thing to do for her birthday. The bad part, though, was that while setting up the party, Xavier was there. You couldn't spend 5 minutes in a room with him, let alone a few hours.

"Ugh. What is HE doing her?" You asked, extremely annoyed.

"Y/n, you know we need all the help we can get if we're gonna pull this off" Bianca replied, knowing how much you despised him.

"I could say the same about you. It's not like I like you being around." Xavier said, clearly offended by the comment you made.

"He's not much help you know. But anything for Enid."

Enid was your bff. Enid was A LOT of people's bff. Enid was the perfect friend: she was extremely fun to hang out with.

*another time skip*

"Happy birthday to you!" You all sang for Enid.

Enid looked extremely happy. Enid was the type of person who'd be grateful for even the smallest gesture. Even if the gesture led to disaster, for Enid 'it was the thought that counted'.

You handed Enid her gift: A beautiful pink laced dress (knowing her preferred coloured palette) and Strawberry Lindors, which you just knew she'd love.

"THIS IS THE BEST GIFT EVER!!! I LOVE IT! Thanks a lot y/n!" Enid beamed. "Anything for you Enid! You deserve it more than anyone!" You replied meaning everything you said.

Xavier handed Enid her gift. It was a painting of Enid which captured her essence perfectly. The painting was beautiful, so full of pastel colours. You warmed a little at the sweet gesture knowing it meant a lot to Enid. That thought was quickly shaken away when you remembered who it was from.

"Wow! It's amazing Xavier! Thanks!!!" Enid exclaimed.

Xavier whispered a 'you're welcome' to Enid.

Everyone gave Enid her gift and by the end, Enid had a LOT, and I mean, a LOT of gifts.

That's when everything went downhill.

Xavier bumped into you while walking to get drinks and made you spill yours all over your grandiose dress. To make things worse, it was white.

That’s when you snapped.

“WHAT THE FUCK XAVIER?! I’VE TRIED SO HARD TO NOT GET MAD BUT YOU’VE CROSSED THE LINE! YOU KEPT TAUNTING ME BUT I KEPT RESISTING THE URGE TO FIGHT BUT THIS, THIS IS THE LAST STRAW! HOW COULD YOU DO THIS?!” You had had enough. You were a raging river and there was not stopping you. You stared at Xavier and all eyes turned to you.

“You think I did this on purpose? You seriously think I’d want to ruin Enid’s birthday?” Xavier scoffed in disbelief.

Now that he’d dumbed it down, it did sound stupid. Sure Xavier would taunt and tease you but he’d never sabotage any party. Then you realised that right now it seemed you were sabotaging her party.

“Except everyone thinks I sabotaged the party.” You replied.

“How low do you think of me?!” Xavier questioned, clearly shocked.

“ENOUGH! SERIOUSLY GUYS? I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU! ALL YOU EVER DO IS FIGHT! FIGHT. FIGHT. FIGHT. I’VE HAD ENOUGH OF THIS. YOU RUINED THE ONE DAY THAT MEANT THE MOST TO ME! I HOPE YOU’RE HAPPY NOW!” Enid yelled at both of you.

Everyone was shocked. Everyone except you. You were afraid this would happen because of you.

“I-I’m sorry.” You stuttered at the verge of tears.

“I wish I could say it was okay but it isn’t. I don’t want these fancy gifts. The real gift for me is you two getting along!” Enid replied.

You stared at the floor avoiding eye contact. Even though you weren’t looking you knew Enid had stormed out and that everyone else rolled their eyes and left. Everyone except Wednesday.

“As much as I hate saying this, I’ll help you two make up to Enid. Consider it a quid pro quo for almost getting her killed.” Wednesday said bluntly.

Even though that statement was said emotionlessly you knew a lot of thought went to it.

“Okay, but what do we do?” You jumped at hearing this because you didn’t realise Xavier was in the room.

“How about a surprise party but only with Enid? We need to prove to her that we’re worthy of being her friend. And by ‘we’ I mean you two. No Arguments. You two need to work together” Wednesday suggested.

“Sure.” You said liking the idea.

“We can host it at my art shed.” Xavier proposed.

You all when to his shed.

You were greeted by paintings of you. The whole room was basically filled with your paintings. Did he-? No, it couldn’t be! He just broke up with Bianca, there was no way he liked you. You, on the other hand, sure as hell did. You liked him the first day you locked eyes with him. You thought he liked you back but then he started dating Bianca. He broke up with her at the start of the semester and later developed a huge obsession with Wednesday, so, you gave up and convinced yourself you didn’t like him. But you did. Deep down you did.

You didn’t bring up the paintings until after you were finished setting up the party.

“I’ll go inform Enid. I’ll tell her to come here for something. Let’s hope she likes this or you two are screwed.” Wednesday walked out of the shed.

“So um… I noticed a lot of um… paintings.” You started.

“Y/n. It’s my art shed. Of course there are paintings. What are you on about?” Xavier smirked, knowing for well what you meant. Ugh there it was, that smirk again. The smirk you convinced yourself you hated.

“How about we start with the fact that almost all of them are me?” You dumbed it down.

“Well, um… I uh… I… I LIKE YOU!” Xavier stuttered, flustered.

“Lucky for you, the feeling’s mutual.”

“I knew you liked me!” Xavier exclaimed.

“Don’t gloat.” You retorted.

Xavier leaned in and when he was 1 cm away from your lips, he pulled away.

“UGH STOP TEASING ME! JUST KISS ME ALREADY!” you said frustrated.

Xavier’s lips felt soft against yours. You were so engrossed in kissing him that you didn’t realise Enid and Wednesday came in. You didn’t hear Wednesday stating that you two were making her nauseous. You didn’t see Enid’s eyes light up at you two getting along better than ever. It was only when Enid broke the silence that you two became aware of your surroundings.

“THIS IS THE BEST GIFT EVER!!!” Enid replied.

Enid loved the party. Enid forgave you two. You and Xavier realised you both liked each other. That night ended amazingly. All because of Enid.

#xavier x you #xavier fluff #xavier thorpe x reader #xavier thorpe wednesday #xavier thorpe x y/n #xavier thorpe #xavier thrope fanfic #xavier thorpe imagine #wednesday addams #wednesday imagine #wednesday 2022 #wednesday fanfiction #wednesday fluff #wednsday addams

23 notes · View notes

twsted-idiot · 6 months

Note

mwahahahaha i love your ocs. giggle. OK 1, 3, 21 AND 22 FOR VIOLET, RILEY, MIA, N KAI 🤭🤭!!!!!

GAY ASS!!

1.Do they sleep with a stuffed animal? If they have multiple, who’s the favorite?

Riley: Yes tf. (she regularly beats the shit out of them) 192792927392847 of them. NO space on her bed. There's barley space for her 💀 her faves are the ones she got from Jack and Leo (even if she doesn't have them anymore)

Kai: YES BAAHAHHEJR but he's embarrassed and only has a few. They're like. Those ones from hot topic w skeletons n shi. Idk what u expected from him.

Violet: Naur. She got her girlfriend :3 tiddy > stuffed animals. She thinks they're cute though

Mia: No bc she's too embarrassed, plus she got her man so

3. Ask them to describe their love interest

Kai+Violet essentially the same shit, “ethereal, beautiful, etc etc” yk. Except Kai can’t spell or pronounce ANY of the fucking words 😭😭 Kai don’t let anyone else say that kina shit if he don’t know them though, shit is not flying.

MIAS GONNA CALL HIM A FUCKING LOSER 😭😭 but like “he’s such a loser <3..you say that shit and I’ll fucking kill you though, perra.” N then “he’s so cute, even though HE doesn’t think so”

Girl…don’t ask Riley cause you ain’t leaving. THIS LIT APPLIES TO ANY OF HER POOKIES SHE WILL NOT SHUT RHE FUCK UP BAHHAHAWNKENE (she’s insane.)

22. What would it take for them to break up with someone? What would be the last straw?

Kai: he’s only ever had one boyfriend, so he doesn’t really know, but like. It’d be some transphobic shit. He’s a cannibal so like, there’s really not much that’s going to bother him

Riley: it took a LOT for her to be done w Jordan..so..honestly, you’d have to do something FUCKED up. She’s so clingy and honestly unstable/used to abuse n shit that she’d rather deal with it than break up. W Jordan it was the consistent cheating and abuse, like, he didn’t love her, at all. He was in it because he loved how dependent she was on him, that she didn’t leave because of his bullshit, until it got to be too much. So it’d be like that :3

Mia: Touching her without consent. Accidental or not. Absolutely not. Like, holding hands, hugging, kissing, shit like that’s fine. If it’s accidental you got abt .5 seconds to try to apologize. Or seriously calling her a whore/slut/anything like that BECAUSE of what happened. WORLD STAR‼️‼️ YOURE FUCKIN DEAD (either way you’re dead tbh…)

Violet: has also only had one actual relationship, so she doesn’t really know, but it’d be like, cheating, though she wouldn’t react so violently (probably.)

22. Do they like being called pet names? Do they call other people pet names? What’s their go-to?

news flash they all fuckijg LOVE being called pet names

Kai: HE WILL ACTUVALLY IMPLODE IF HE GETS CALLED A PET NAME (ESPECIALLY SHIT LIKE PRETTY BOY OR HANDSOME GOOD GOD) he’s not really huge on calling other people pet names other than if it’s romantic, to him, they’re separate from nicknames. He’s not really good at English (help that poor little gay boy he’s Japanese and dyslexic) so he prefers saying them in Japanese. AINT no one know what he saying but it’s usually along the lines of: cutie, pretty boy, and bunny :3

Riley: shocker!! Didn’t get called pet names before, so. Yeah. She fuckig loves them, esp from pookies <3 SHES DEPRIVED‼️‼️‼️ Also not big on using them unless they’re romantically, she’s basic 💔, shit like babe, baby, cutie, darling, honey, or some like. Animal/flower that reminds her of her bookie :3

Violet: 🤯🤯 shocker she’s also fucking deprived, but she only likes them from women. Bc. Lesbian. She actively does. Not. Like being called pet names or nicknames by men. Usually using shit like her gf (picking up on mannerisms) but also beautiful, love/lovely.

Mia: does not like them from anyone besides her pookie, trauma shit lmao. She doesn’t care if people call her nicknames, but pet names are pookie only shi. LOVESSS to say shit in Spanish, mostly Mi Amor/Mi vida <3 she think she romantic asf abt it (she is.)

#SORRY THIS TOOK FOREVER I GOT DISTRACTED N SHIT FUCK #Yuri <3 #Oc: Kai Miller #Oc: Riley Morgan #Oc: Mia Jacobs #Oc: Violet Jones

4 notes · View notes

rihannatoxic · 2 years

Text

Continued chapter

Chapter 10:Lost & Found prt.2

Previous on distance...

___________________________________________

Told you what?They told me to text you and tell you we shouldn’t be friends anymore and to leave a never come back because you have more important things to do besides spending time on distractions in other words a kid me. So when you sent that text I thought they had told you.

What no. What do you mean no? I mean I didn’t say any of that or heard my parents say something like that. Well if you didn’t send the text then who did?

Tf is going on hoseok said. Idk but I’m getting fed up with it atp. Idk neither but I’m gonna look into it?And how are you going to do that you said?Leave that to me he insisted. But tedd- sorry hoseo-.Before you can even correct yourself he grabs you by the neck pulling you into a passionate kiss feeling like he was about to eat your face. You tried pulling back hitting his chest but he grabbed you by your wrist finishing what he started. He finally pulled back letting your breath. The sight of your face turning slightly red as a tomato made him chuckle which turned into a smirk. You turned around quickly felling embarrassed because you didn't knew you can turn color.He then wrapped him arm around your waist pulling you close to him as he kissed your forehead.Hoseok!What he said.”What” did you just say “what”!Y-You just kissed me what the hell?I don't see nun wrong with it baby girl he said with a smirk.Stop smirking it's weird and let go of me.No he said.What did you just say to m- No?. Get it N-O No. Are you trying to be sarcastic? you turned around asking him. Maybe....maybe not he said. Wanna get to slap you glanced your eyes at him. Nope, he said straightforwardly. Anyways back to this situation about your parents and us separating thing.Yea like I said I'll handle it hoseok said be messing towards the elevator door.You then grab his arm pulling him back.Dont do nothing stupid hoseok.You know I c-.Promise Me!You won't go do anything stupid you yelled. You know I can't promise you that baby girl. Please I lost you once because of them I can't lose you again you said in a low tone as your eyes started to water. He then turned around pulling you into a hug. Please don't cry you know you won't lose me again so you don't have to worry baby girl he said placing a gentle kiss on your forehead.

After a while, you finally let him go

Hoseok P.O.V

He let out a sigh getting off the elevator.🧠I hate seeing her sad and upset. But I hope she understands I have to do this. He then pulled out his phone to contact his assistant wang. Wang, I need you to investigate an important matter. What exactly.The incident that happened 2 years ago between me and y/n.I want even the smallest details name, date, pet, dog or cat anything IDC I wanna know everything, especially about my parents. Wang then replied and started doing as he was told. While on the other hand he also assigned wang to another task.

Y/N P.OV

You were finally done doing your work and tasks, waving and saying goodbye to your workers.Getting on the elevator to the basement.🧠Fuck these heels are killing me. Soon as you were about to step off the elevator a dark figure stood behind you covering your nose and mouth with a rag. Everything around you became black and fuzzy the last thing you remember was a black car approaching your way. Now you were just sitting there all the noise and motion around you weren’t clear. Everything was just dark and felt like you were under a spell you couldn’t move or speak. All you could do is just sit there like a dead body who couldn't move and the only thought that ran thru your mind was. Am I dead? Did I die? You soon felt the urge to cry but couldn't see the state you were in. Why is this happening to me what did I do wrong to deserve this? Who would wanna kidnap me?

Wang P.O.V

Boss, I found info about the incident that happened 2 years ago. Also, Your parents were involved in what happened. I found witnesses. Along with camera footage that was secretly deleted.

Good report them to me and I’ll handle the rest hoseok said. After he got off the phone with wang he sent the evidence to his phone. Looking down at his phone he wanted to smash it into pieces looking at the person who was on his phone smiling. The sight of it made him frown with a disgusted look. He then sent the photos and papers to his printer and then plugged the flash drive into his computer he couldn't believe what he was seeing.

His parents deleted evidence from the camera on the flask drive he saw bodyguards his parents sent after you. The camera in the office showed what happened during the conversation between his parents and you. He could feel his blood boil over the top just by looking at it his glaze and expression became cold as if the devil rose over him.

He then got on the elevator when he got to the lobby no one dared to look or speak to him but kept their heads down instead the Secretary caught a chill just from his cold Aura.

He then got in the car and directed wang to take him to his parent's residents. But wang questioned him, sir? Aren't you forgetting something? It took him a while before realizing what he was talking about. Then he instructed him to head home to the villa. Hoseok couldn't help but feel anxious to get home. He got out of the car telling wang he didn't need to open the door for him as for the both of them had a long day. He insisted he go home and have the day off and tomorrow.

But sir-Knowing he couldn’t obey his boss order he didn’t bother speaking anymore and pulled off.

To be continued…

#female reader #hoseok x reader #bts jhope #bangtan #bts x reader

4 notes · View notes

chaoticm0therfvcker · 28 days

Note

The last bean, devoid of any sweetness, fell down from a withered branch of a lonely cacao tree growing above the edge of a cliff. Lying there in frozen soil, enduring snow and wind, this bean wasn't aware of its destiny to become the legislation created five schedules (classifications), with varying qualifications for a substance to be included in each. Two federal agencies, the Drug Enforcement Administration (DEA) and the Food and Drug Administration (FDA), determine which substances are a pitch which he called a 'jazz ball' "because it wobbles and you simply can't do anything with it". The use of the word in a musical context was documented as early as 1915 in the Chicago Daily Tribune. Its first documented use in a musical context in New Orleans was in a November 14, 1916, Times-Picayune article about "jas bands". In an interview with National Public Radio, musician Eubie Blake offered his recollections of the slang connotations of the term, saying: "When Broadway picked it up, they called it 'J-A-Z-Z'. It wasn't called that. It was spelled 'J-A-S-S'. That was dirty, and if you knew what it was, you wouldn't say it in front of ladies." The American Dialect Society named it the apologies for sending you this. April Fools. :D

Wait- how tf did dark cacao cookie turn into the fda? Happy April fools, btw!

0 notes

blue-matches-my-eyes-you-prick · 2 years

Text

Tagged by the campfire buddy themself @artificialpawsertives

Name: Schnecke 🐌 or Blue!

Star sign: I'm a (Libra-rising apparently?) Sagittarius but technically if you believe in the new one I'm an Ophiuchus? I'm not really into zodiac signs but I have a friend who is so I know a fair amount

Height: Anywhere from 5 1 to 5 3, it varies

Birthday: That knowledge can only be found in the tags on posts or if you've hung around long enough

Favorite Band/Artist: Stan Bush or that lemon dude everyone has been into recently, im a sucker for his view monster album <3

Last Movie: The Sea Beast

Last Show: Total Island Drama or Beast Wars, both are very easy to watch at work

When Did I Create This Blog: Mmmmmm, 2019 maybe???

What Do I Post: My little robotic fellas, ladies, and what doesn't fall under those labels <33 Funny stuff, pretty art, and whatever catches my eye. Oh and snails <33 Absolutely CANNOT forget my buddies in slime <3

Last Thing I Googled: "s*nic sign go piss" 😔 Debating the origin of the term me and my buddy cannot stop saying at work

Other blogs: I have one private blog but other than that this is where the party is🥳

Do I get asks: Occasionally for ask games!

Following: 160 and unlikely to drastically increase that number. Fucked in the head enough that I *have* to scroll to where I was the previous night to make sure I didn't miss anything 😔 Chronically online headass↖️

Average Hours of Sleep: On good days it's as many as I can manage: 10 but want more, but most of the time it's four ;-;

Instruments: I have a singing bowl that is very nice for making my ear drums vibrate, weird but nice?

Dream Job: Not feasible but I'd love to be a costume designer? Not like picking out shirts and bottoms but the type of thing that requires huge amounts of makeup and prosthetics. Making beasties and the like

What I Am Wearing: Just got off work so a sleepy time big shirt <3 Took a photo to figure out how to spell the tournament name but this works instead ( ◜‿◝ )♡

Dream Trip: All the buddies on a house boat/ big regular boat with a jetski or two. Basically water + friends

Nationality: American

Fav Songs: Ask for nothing(lemon), Pillow Talking(lil dicky), Hunger (spectre general), Dare (Stan Bush), woah woah woah (watsky), pumpkin pie (lemon), Dr Worm (they might be Giants), the devil and Mr Jones ( Aurelio Voltaire)

Last Book I Read: If comics count it was tf mtmte dark energon series and if they don't Scythe bc I remembered I got the newest book in the seriesa while back (read it in hs and I wanted to finish the series, got distracted)

Top 3 fictional universes I’d like to live in: Transformers<333 (Not the live action movies that would be atrocious, preferably gen1 if I got a choice 😁) Pokemon (the little critterworld would be 🥺), legend of Zelda skyward sword. Big birds! I would get to fly around and it is sooooo pretty <3

Tagging: Anybody who wants to do it 😁

#ask game #thank u sm buddy!!!

1 note · View note

shepherdlacroix8 · 2 years

Text

Finest Dhgate Replica Luggage Sellers Dec

Prada has traditionally only used a handful of zipper brands. You can verify the again of the zipper slider for the zipper brand name to ensure the bag is authentic. These brands include Ipi, Lampo, Opti, Riri, and YKK. It's not enough to look at the zipper brand name, you wish to make sure it is spelled appropriately. The zipper pull or tag might be engraved with the Prada name brand. Check out the full information under on tips on how to choose the best merchandise. Here is an image gallery of the particular merchandise and products displayed on the shop. For our final methodology we're going to authenticate the mud bag, particularly the Prada logo on it. Luxury bags from huge manufacturers are ridiculously expensive and in a lot of the cases, they're priced excessive just for their brand name and not essentially the standard. So why pay $2000 for a bag, when you might get it for $100 or lesser? Most of these replicas, look the identical, feel the same and have a similar craftsmanship. Another part of the art is to have the flexibility to acknowledge quality! This once again does come back to the trust between your self and the vendor nevertheless there are a lot of other factors which come into play as well! The most basic thing you are able to do is to verify what high quality the seller is promoting for his or her luggage. No need for Online Payments, We are at Your Convenience. TFS Secure Messaging offers you the one resolution you'll need to guard your messaging methods and help guard your company property. This solution permits for such complete customization that individual departments within an organization can particularly establish and set-up the degree of messaging safety that they require. While you might not wish to spend the whole cash, it takes to own an original Prada purse, investing in our replica will save you some big cash. Sirena additionally mentions that everything of their gear needs to stay inside a sure weight restrict to have the ability to push out every ounce of speed they'll. They are a high brand and have been round in Dhgate for the past four years. They have a 98.3% constructive feedback and 34,000+ transactions. The Maizhong store is the one you’ve been ready for. They have more than 1000+ merchandise of their portfolio and they cope with backpacks, fashion luggage, luggage, designer bag, mens bags and briefcases, wallets and extra. Prada isn't solely a name is never going to exit of style, but additionally their designs and types are additionally timeless. When you put cash into a Prada copy handbag from AAA Handbags, you possibly can rest assured that you are getting a bag that may stay in fashion and last you for the relaxation of your life. Choosing a style of purse could be difficult, but with the best information, you shouldn’t have a problem selecting one that matches your way of life. When you focus on a few of the finest style homes on the earth today, Prada is one that comes to the mind of most individuals right away. Prada has built an unimaginable status over time because the supplier of a few of the finest style items you discover. Most of their products are best sellers and so they take care of wallets, zipper bags, tote luggage and replicas of LV, Prada, Gucci, Givenchy, Fendi and more. Any place where the logo name Prada is engraved or printed ought to feature the genuine Prada logo. Be sure you check the logo on the authenticity card; if a mud bag is included together with your buy, make sure the right Prada logo is used on every. There are particular key elements you ought to use to learn to spot a pretend Prada bag. phoenet.tw fake prada bag From the logo to the hardware, the Prada model pays close consideration to each detail of the handbag development. Authentic Prada luggage nearly always have a signature lining that repeats the name of the model continuously. Most fake baggage have a similar lining however miss the name of the brand. These roomy and spacious baggage offer enough room to store just about anything that you'd ever want when you're traveling for enterprise or leisure. If you catch a celebrity in the airport, you'll undoubtedly see her with a Prada tote on her shoulder or in hand. These baggage actually go nice when they're paired with informal wear. Jeans or a maxi gown together with this bag will really make you stand out. [newline]Alway entry the beneficial seller listing for locating replica baggage. wikipedia handbags If you might be on the lookout for authentic luggage that look stylish, then check out Aliexpress or Dhgate. Instead of spending all of that cash for the bag you want, why not look into the marketplace for Prada replica luggage and purses instead? If you have an interest to take a glance at other brands than you can opt for Gucci belt replica additionally. The high quality of luggage that I personally buy are strictly one to 1 or counter high quality as they're referred to as in Asia. Anything less and you'll be feeling queasy, that is if you have any experiences with the genuine baggage. There are numerous designer purses and imitations out there on the open market, but Prada actually offers something that these other manufacturers don’t. Its clear that e mail must be managed to keep away from breaches in information safety that can hinder and even cripple your group. TFS Secure Document Delivery is an revolutionary network product that works together along with your current e-mail system to ship documents securely over the Internet. Using your current mail shopper , you can send any sort of doc securely to anyone having entry to the Internet. Replica Gucci Bags Children’s New Supreme GG Canvas Tote, which could be worn by adults and youngsters, can be screwed out of the door, and it's nonetheless the most value effective gucci bag!

#fake prada bag #prada fake #fake prada #fake prada purse #fake prada wallet

0 notes

akeijies · 3 years

Text

breeding!kink jean - i know he goes all out for mother's day

warnings: nsfw!! minors dni, breeding kink, overstimualtion

"it's your day today," jean whispers into your neck, breath shaky and stuttering as his cock throbs hot inside of your cunt.

your mind is empty, flooded with nothing but him- you're convinced he's pumped you so full of him it's reached your head.

your puffy clit aches with sensitivity as jean's thumb circles gently around it. lip tugged between your teeth, you peel your eyes open to meet his brown eyes- blown black with need, love, and lust.

jean grips your hips and pulls you tight against him, your clit rubs against his pelvis, drawing a moan from your parted lips.

"you're taking me so well," jean praises, and that strums at another string inside of you. you're so dizzy, heart hammering in your chest, heating pooling deep in your core- if he wasn't holding you, you would think you'd fall, so lost in what he's doing to you. abandoned in the mess he's made of you.

jean leans back admiring the way he cock slides in and out of your weeping creamy cunt. "gonna make a great mommy." his voice sounds reverent, like he's saying a prayer, worshipping the body that's holding all of his cum, gonna hold his baby.

you nod dumbly, fucked completely out of your mind. "wanna be a good mommy," the words are pouring out of your mouth before you're even aware of what you're saying. "'make you a great daddy."

something snaps inside of jean, you can tell by the way he holds you like a lifeline. like he would be terrified if anything ever tried to break you. break you like the way he was right now.

"god you're perfect," jean whispers, voice soft and gentle when he slams you back down on his cock, groaning at the way your walls squeeze around his shaft, milking him for everything his has. "so perfect for me," you can feel the irregular rhythm beat again and you can tell he's close.

your legs ache and your core throbs in tandem with his thrusts and you reach between the two of you to fumble messily with your clit. "kiss me- please." your voice cracks on a moan as his tip abuses your poor nerves.

lips falling together in a kiss that's more teeth and moans and shared air, jean's hips stutter as his release fills you once again. you must be full of him because your body goes hot and your vision, white.

your greeted with a kiss on your temple, and fingers dancing mindlessly down your spine and the soft mumbles of 'you're so perfect for us'

#jean kirschtien #jean kirschtein #jean kirschtein x reader #jean kirschtein smut #how tf do you spell his last name #thAt tag HAS TO BE ABOUT JEAN PLS #i dont wanna be a mom but if he told me to be one #i'd spread these lips like butter #anyways now i gotta do that angst for ghostie BC WHY #( .attackontitan )#( .jeankirschtein )#( .tw:breeding )#( .tw:overstimuation )#( .mine )#.marswrites

308 notes · View notes

oh-theseus · 3 years

Text

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.

#eren x reader #aot fanfic #attack on titan #eren yaeger #how tf do you spell his last name #anyways #aot angst #season 4 #shingeki no kyoujin #shingeki no kyoujin fanfic #eren yeager #eren jaeger

145 notes · View notes