#so sasha went back and got the butter”

[r3m-ster]

hi guys can i try something

can y’all call me sasha for a bit i just wanna see how i feel about it

(if we’re friends and therefore you are going to be referring to me i have more info in the tags if you’d like to read more)

[snk-smartpass]

TEXT Vol. 23 Mikasa’s Recipe

The “new Squad Levi” had made a remote home into their base of operations. There they hid Eren and the highly important Historia from a society that had been thrown into chaos as they feared the Titans who appeared within the

Walls, preparing to make their next move.

[Potatoes, carrots, meat, milk, flour, butter.]

[Wash vegetables well and cut into equal-sized pieces]

[Start simmering the toughest vegetables first…]

“Hm? Is this yours, Mikasa?”

“What…?”

As Mikasa performed ab exercises despite the injuries she’d sustained in the earlier battle, Sasha noticed a scrap of paper that had fallen out of her belongings and picked it up.

••••••

Mikasa trained atop the bed where she was supposed to be resting her wounds. Having realized that she had dropped something, she went to pick it up.

“Was that a scrap of paper from your notebook? It looked to me like something that had to do with cooking…”

Just as the ever-hungry Sasha said, it was a note that Mikasa had written carefully about ingredients and instructions for a recipe. She’d kept it in her military notebook, but it must have fallen out as she organized her belongings in order to live life undercover in civilian clothing.

“I don’t want to forget it, so…”

“I didn’t think you’d need to take notes to remember how to cook in the barracks. You had such good grades in our classes.”

“This dish… doesn’t have to do with training…”

On the inside, Mikasa was glad she’d found the note. She put it back in her belongings and recalled the time she learned to cook.

••••••

“Listen, Mikasa. You need to be careful when using a knife. Especially with meat… Yes, very good.”

Mikasa was still young that day. She’d joined Eren’s family for a short while after her parents had been taken from her, and there she lived in peace and quiet.

“What about this flour…?”

“You dissolve it into the butter and milk to thicken the broth. Be careful not to let it burn. Once the vegetables and meat are simmered, you mix it all together.”

Carla, Eren’s mother, was even kind to Mikasa, being every bit the mother to her as she was to Eren. When Mikasa asked to help her in the kitchen, she even taught the girl her specialty.

“This used to be popular at the store I worked at, too. The trick is to stay calm and mix well.”

“…Okay.”

As Mikasa awkwardly did her best to follow directions, the rest of the family gathered around.

“I’m home! Hey, something smells good!”

“Call your father over before you start stealing any bites, Eren.”

“Okay,” said the energetic voice, followed by footsteps running toward the underground office.

The young Mikasa wrote the recipe down when it became impossible for her to ever return to this home again, keeping the memories of her second mother alive .

••••••

Though Mikasa had been reminiscing all on her own, Sasha, who was sharp-eyed only when it came to food, seemed to figure out that when she said the memories had “nothing to do with training,” she meant they were from before the Walls came down.

“Yeah, some of those ingredients are really valuable now. It couldn’t be a recipe you learned in the military.”

“You read it…?”

“Just what I got a glimpse of!”

There was no particular problem in it being read, but it did seem somehow embarrassing. Like Sasha had pointed out, Mikasa understood most things after being told them once, so this seemed unlike her. Regardless of Mikasa’s expectations, though, Sasha smiled.

“There are a ton of recipes that I used to be able to make before the Walls were destroyed that I can’t eat now… Seeing that took me back.”

Sasha’s hometown would have thrown away their traditions because of the Titan invasion. As hunters, they must have had unique dishes.

“It’d be nice if you got to make that sometime. I bet it tastes great if you thought it’s worth writing down.”

“I… don’t know if I could make it well. But… when the person who taught me it made this… it was so…”

“You’re still in here?! The meeting’s about to start.”

“Oh! We’ll be right over!”

Though she was interrupted by Armin, who had come to call them over, she wasn’t bothered. Sasha was right. It would be a joyful thing if the day came when she could make the recipe again and serve it to someone else.

For now, though, it was still a distant dream. Mikasa made sure that her body felt alright before carefully leaving her bed behind.

••••••

SOURCE: Attack on Titan: Short Stories 3

TRANSLATION: Ko Ransom

[smuttyfang]

It’s almost September, it’s Halloween bitches.

Eren, “Please Don’t Kill Me, Mr. Ghostface..”

I wrote this a long time ago, but I’m excited for Halloween so I want to post it now. You’re welcome.

Words: 2,391

The beats of the music pounded into your ears as you took another shot. It still burned going down. In your eyes, that meant you weren't nearly drunk enough. Not yet. Your best friend, Ymir, slapped your back after seeing you drinking even more.

"Fuck, you weren't supposed to see me do that." You were trying to hide from her.

"Shut up, slow down a little. I know you're down about what happened between you two, but I'm not cleaning up your puke and dragging you back home again." To be fair, she was probably right. She had done the same the last time you went through a break up. She was a good friend, if a little bit harsh sometimes.

Well, all the time really.

"I know, okay? I'm sorry. I'm upset." Your murder victim costume fit pretty well with your current situation. It felt like you'd been stabbed in the chest over and over again. Breakups were always rough, but this one had really taken a toll on you more than the others. "I really loved Porco.."

"I know that, so fucking slow down before you get sick. I told you he was a little bitch anyways.." Ymir's wife, Historia, approached her from behind. She was so cute in her little nurse costume. She hardly ever wore any bloody or gory costumes. Ymir practically eye humped her when she noticed her, but kept her affection to a minimum as much as possible in front of you. Historia patted your back, getting close to you so that you could hear her better over the music.

"I'm sorry about what happened between you and Porco. Go out there and dance, let it all out! You know we are both here for you." You sighed, standing up as your vision blurred even more from the movement. "Thank you, I'll try." Ymir grabbed your arm before you got too far away. She smirked at you.

"If nothing else, just find somebody to fuck for the night. Nothing like a good rebound, right?" You smirked.

"Ha, yeah. You're right." You began walking away as you could hear Historia questioning Ymir on how she knew what a 'good rebound' was. Of course she didn't know that from her own life experiences. She knew from you. Your life had always been this way. Being in a relationship, always breaking up, then finding someone else. You always had the worst luck trying to find 'the one'. Tonight though, you weren't looking for 'the one'. The only thing you wanted was to fool around. To forget. To let your mind go blank for a few hours. The only bad thing was that you knew Porco was here. You just didn't know where.

"Hey! Come dance with us!" Connie and Sasha ran up to you. You couldn't help but laugh at their costumes.

"Are you guys seriously dressed up like that?" Connie was dressed up as a jar of peanut butter, and Sasha, a jar of jelly. It was honestly cute, if a little hilarious. They did this every year, dressing up as things that go together.

"What's wrong with it!?" Connie asked, slightly offended. "We look good!" You nodded in agreement.

"Yeah we do!" Sasha smiled pulling you next to her and beginning to dance. You started to as well, twirling your hips and just moving as seductively as you could, hoping you'd draw someone's attention. After a while of dancing, Sasha and Connie ran off to get some more food and drinks. You pressed your back against a wall to rest. Next to the wall where you were was a staircase leading upstairs. You could hear some whispering of the people hanging out on the stairs, and some moaning and banging coming from the rooms above. The music was a little less loud here. You noticed there were several guys there at the party, dressed up like Ghostface. Nobody was really capturing your attention, until you noticed one of them across the room. He was leaning against the wall too. It was impossible to tell if he was looking in your direction, so you nodded at him to see if he would respond. He cocked his head to the side, pointing at himself. It's as if he was saying, "Me?" You nodded, and curled your pointer finger, beckoning him to you. He kept his head cocked to the side, walking toward you. He pulled out his clearly fake knife with blood and approached you with it. He pressed it into your side as he got near you, pretending like he was going to stab you.

"You called?" He said. His deep voice sent shivers down your spine.

"I did." You grinned, looking down at your victim costume. He trailed the knife up your belly and to your chest. "I like your knife." You giggled.

"Oh?" His fake knife went to your throat. You quoted the famous line.

"Oh, please don't kill me, Mr. Ghostface. I wanna be in the sequel." You giggled again.

"Let's go upstairs and make a movie together then, yeah? We will make a whole fucking trilogy by the time I'm done with you." You took his hand and led him up the stairs with you. As you turned to go up the second set of stairs, you saw Porco at the top of them, staring at you as you walked by. You couldn't resist the urge to wave and wink at him as you entered one of the empty bedrooms with the mysterious Ghostface figure. It was dark, but there was enough moonlight seeping through the blinds for you to see fairly well. Ghostface began to lift his costume over his head, revealing his extremely muscular body beneath. He was tan too. He was wearing nothing but a pair of boxers.

"Planned on getting laid, huh?" You asked, pulling down your pants and underwear.

"Hoped for it." He said, pulling his boxers down. He only had his mask on now, his cock standing up and already hard. "Why'd you wave at that guy on the way in?" You laughed.

"Ex. Just broke up the other day." You pulled your top away, now fully naked for him. "Ready for some good dick, for once." You smiled at your own comment. The Ghostface laughed.

"I'm gonna make you scream as loud as you can then, just so he can hear." You grinned. This guy was something else. He was fucking hot.

"I'll make you moan so loud that he will be even more jealous than he already is." The guy chuckled. The thought of Porco hearing you and some guy fooling around and being completely nasty could get you off more than the sex.

"Come get it then." His words made you want him even more. He approached the side of the bed, putting his cock in your face. You took it in without any hesitation. He hissed and groaned at your warm mouth wrapped around him. You quickly bobbed your head up and down, drool dribbling down your chin and falling to the floor. He took your hair into his hand, holding it in a ponytail for you. "Fuuck, that's so fucking good." Him having the mask on was sexy, but you secretly wished you knew what he looked like beneath it. You looked up at him while you sucked, seeing him cock his head to one side or the other while sometimes letting out a low groan and throwing his head back. You began to feel him twitching, and his light thrusts into your mouth began to become erratic. "Fuck, fuck, I'm gonna cum.." His mouth hung wide open as he closed in on his orgasm.. before you pulled away and stopped. You giggled.

"Not yet." Suddenly, the man put his hand around your throat, squeezing just enough to be a threat, a warning. You did nothing but grin up at him. He got even more excited and pissed seeing your expression.

"I see. You like it rough, huh?" You nodded at him. "Who fucking put you in charge of this situation, huh?" He asked.

"I did." You said, defiantly. He laughed in your face. "I don't see you taking control of shit." You could have sworn you could see his tongue press into his cheek through the mask before he laughed again.

"Is that what you fucking think, whore?" He shoved you back on the bed hard. He crawled on top of you and shoved his cock back down your throat. He forced your head back and forth, making you suck him off. He made you keep sucking until he came this time, his warm seed flowing down your throat and dribbling down your chin. "Yeah, swallow it. Maybe that'll shut you up." He roughly pulled your body back down to the edge of the bed, so that your ass was dangling. He put your legs over his shoulders. "If you're done being a little bitch, I'll let you get off on my tongue." He pulled his mask off slowly, revealing his face. He was absolutely gorgeous. He had beautiful deep green eyes, a perfect jawline, and had his long hair tied back out of the way with a few strands hanging freely in front of his eyes.

"Fuck, you're hot." You said. He grinned.

"And you're already soaked." His tongue went to work on your clit as he slid two of his fingers inside your cunt, curling them upward to hit the perfect spot. "You taste pretty fucking good.." He admitted before continuing his assault on your body. You could feel the heat quickly rise in your lower belly, so quickly ready to cum all over his pretty face. His eyes kept right on you, watching your every move. Once you began to twitch and get close, he did the same as you, and pulled away. He was smiling, proud as hell of himself.

"Fuck.. bullshit.." You whined.

"What? You can dish it out but you can't take it?" He asked, teasing you. You glared at him hatefully. "Bend over, I want you to cum on my dick." You were so needy for him you couldn't even pretend to be a brat anymore, you just listened to what he said because you needed to feel him inside of you. "Yeah, that's right baby.. be a good whore for me. Arch that back." You arched as much as you could, shaking your ass for him. He smacked one cheek before quickly smacking the other. "Damn, you have a really nice ass.." You whimpered each time he gave your cheeks a smack.

"P-please.." You shook your ass more.

"Please what?" He smacked your cheeks more.

"Please, just do it.." He continued smacking, your ass was getting sore and red with hand prints.

"Do what?" He smiled.

"Please, just fuck me already! God.." You felt a tear shed from your eye. It stung so bad now, but it felt so fucking good at the same time. You felt him line up his cock with your hole.

"I'm your fucking god tonight, baby." He said before he slowly slid inside, making you feel every single inch of him. You could feel him twitching inside of you, as he kept himself still for a moment to try and keep his composure. "Holy shit, you're so god damn wet." He began thrusting, not wasting anytime on going slow. His hips slammed into your ass, sending shock waves of pleasure throughout your whole body. He reached around, playing with your clit again. The bed was slamming so hard against the wall, and the pillows were falling off of the bed. "Scream baby, make sure he hears you." Him saying that was all it took to send you completely over the edge. You came on his cock, making him cum with you as your walls tightened around him. You felt his warm seed spraying your insides and filling you up. It was difficult for you to both move for a long time. He still felt so good inside even though he was going soft. Your body ended up going limp and you fell, from the pleasure and from the alcohol making you tired. He chuckled.

"You are something else." You say, still catching your breath. "I still want you inside.." Even though you didn't know the guy, just having him inside of you made you feel so much less lonely.

"Here." He laid down beside of you, pulling your body onto his. He put his semi hard cock back inside of you before pulling your body down and letting you rest on his chest. "Better?"

"Much." You felt full again with him inside. You both laid there for a while, just listening to the outside voices and the pounding music. "I just realized something."

"Hm?" He asked, half asleep already.

"We never even kissed." It sounded even more strange after saying it. He used his hand to hold your cheek and make you look at him.

"C'mere then.." He said, sleepily. He kissed you deeply, but somehow gently and lovingly before laying his head back down and gently rubbing your back.

"About making a trilogy together.." You giggled, mentioning his pick up line from before. "I'm gonna be in charge next time." He smirked.

"I might need your number for that.. I had too much to drink to keep going tonight. Also, you can try." He smirked, teasing you a bit. You nodded.

"I had too much too.. Give it to you in the morning?" His hand reached down to grip your ass.

"I'm gonna want more than just your number in the morning, baby."

AO3

[pbandjesse]

I am back home. It is nice to feel clean and be back in my own bed. And with James. Who is currently folding laundry. It is so nice to feel normal.

Last night was a little tough though. I would end up falling asleep pretty quickly but at 2 it started storming really bad. A branch fell on the roof and startled me awake. And then the sound of how loud the rain was was pretty distressing. I was smart and had left my headphones near me so after double checking that the world was not falling apart I was able to put my headphones on and fall back asleep.

It wasnt the best sleep. But it was fine. And I woke up before my alarm around 8.

I didn't feel great. Like I would be fine but my stomach hurt very much. After I got dressed I went for a walk to take a water bottle I found to the office and made Alexi laugh when I pushed myself up against the screen to say good morning. Literally for no reason just being silly.

I walked to homestead. Where I was happy to see the turkey was in the enclosure but he was all wet from the storm. And then the chickens and duck were as well in their new pen. They don't have a good enclosure down there so I'm sad they were out in the rain.

I went to pet the goats and found that one of them was in their harness but both his legs were in one leg hole. So I fixed it for him and he let me pet him under the chin like a dog and it was so cute. But then the other goat was jealous and jumped up on me with his hooves!!! It was mostly silly but also dirty on my sweatshirt!

I left them and went to find mushrooms. I did find two! A blue one and a white. It was fun. And then I was back at my building. I had an apple and peanut butter. And soon Tatiana was there. It was her last official day!! I'm going to miss having her with me! So wildly helpful.

And I wanted to make sure her projects were all done and I got her a box to put things in. I would send her away at the end of the day with some art supplies and other things I thought she might like. But we aren't there yet, she was still helpful all day.

I would cover my cheek with googly eyes for no reason. I would leave one there all day. I told Tati that it was the new style.

She would just laughed at me.

Our groups were late. We were not shocked. But it would be fun when they did come. Woodlands did well. No accident penises or otherwise. And the pioneer group only had 6 kids and that was so nice. I wish we would have more small groups cause it's great. I enjoyed talking to them and they made good art. It was fun.

Lunch was a weird pizza. I had a little piece of it but would heat up my dumplings I brought from home and ate on the porch at the office.

Eventually I would go back to my building and hung out in my hammock and read until it was almost time for day camp. I went down to use the bathroom and I don't understand why it is always soaking wet in there. I am almost positive a pipe is dripping because it never dries. It's gross but it is also the closest bathroom.

When I got back day camp one was there and they would do so good with their pieces. Kenny made a very small black rectangle with eyes. Harper told everyone what to do, as she does. It was fun and silly and I enjoyed talking to Sasha who was covering the group during a break.

It was hard to make them leave at the end. One little girl did not want to go, even after I talked to her about how I was so glad she enjoyed it but it was time to go. And Sarah had to sit with her outside because she was so upset. I didn't want to smother so I stayed out of it but I felt bad. I'm so glad she liked art so much!! But things end and you have to go to the next thing. I get it though I also don't want to leave my building.

Our break turned into an hour because tipis has a medical issue with someone getting hit with a water bottle in the head. But once they came they mostly just wanted to do clay. A few did metal stamping and another did some sewing. But me and Candela sat and caught up. She just got in from Italy and I was excited to what she got a scholarship to move to the states for two years for her degree! I'm so happy for her. And I got to tell her some stuff about the wedding. Which was nice, I haven't been able to do that much lately.

We had our last group. And we did it! We had enough spoons that everyone who wanted one got to use it and I was thrilled. And it was just a nice thing to end the day with. And the kids made great work and it was good. I was happy. It was a good day. I got to help kids make art. A few came for string. I got to be my best self.

Tati would finish packing up her things and she told me that it was fun hanging out and she thought I was fun and it made me feel so nice. And I was only slightly emotional when she left for the bus.

I would spend the next hour cleaning up the building and putting things away and getting ready for next week. And while I was seeing about paint and starting an example Celia would come join me to sit for a little. She wasn't feeling great but I think she's just on the down swing from the concert on Wednesday. But I hope she isn't actually sick.

I would have to head down to the bears soon enough. I got my bags and drove down there and would speak to so many people. Sometimes I think me being down there isn't helpful but honestly tonight a lot of people didn't know where they were supposed to go. So I was helpful and that was good. The sun kept being exactly in my face though and I had to keep moving and I think I was making the parents laugh. Mostly they were all really nice. I loved being helpful.

At 615 I started to leave but I got a message from Jorge and wasn't sure if he got my response so I went back to the regular route out and got stuck in a little traffic jam. But I had some chips and I got to wave at people. I stopped to tell Chris I didn't want any of the children he was offering. And then after waving goodbye to Charlotte and Candela and Dachelle I was on the road home.

And it was a mostly pleasant drive. Except when someone was driving 30 in a 65. But mostly it was fine and I was just happy to be home.

I had a little chat about how beautiful out it was with a nice man on our stoop. And then I was upstairs and hugging my James and it was so good to be here.

We would hang out while I unpacked things. I would end up brushing Sweetp which we never do and we filled the brush three times! I guess we should actually brush him now? He has never needed it before just maybe his coat is changing as he gets older and thats why he has been looking oily.

James would start laundry while I started counting my squares for my knitting project. I have 121 done! I have one more ball of yarn and then we will see where I am but I'm excited.

I got showered. And James made me an omelet for dinner. And now the sun is down and I am very much ready to go to sleep.

Tomorrow I am running the market and in the evening we have Sam and Paul's engagement party! I'm looking forward to seeing them.

I hope you guys all have a good night. I hope you are sleeping well and taking good care of yourself. I love you. Goodnight!

[raebayhc]

Girls Night Out

warnings: implied virgin, fingering, lesbian implied, bi implied, public sex, smut, fluff, angst

word count: 2164

summary: you along with your groups of friends decide to have a girls' night for the first time in a while, things get heated and your friends end up taking turns using your body.

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It was a Thursday night and you along with the other ladies who went to the same college as you decided to go out and have a girls’ night. Yall planned on going to see a movie, going out for drinks, then finally retiring to Sasha’s barn where yall planned to stay up late telling spooky stories trying to freak one another out. Normally you wouldn’t agree to something like this because socially you were a lost cause, you had many friends and were very close to them. However, when it came to hanging out in large groups and even going out in public with the group, that’s when you started to get anxious. Your friends always had your back though and you knew that. Ultimately you decide not to fret too much and just have fun.

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It was the beginning of a very long night, you and pieck were roommates so yall got ready at the same time and left together to meet everyone else at the theatre. On the ride there pieck looked over to you and broke the silence- “if it becomes too much just let me know, I’m good to go home anytime.. Okay darling?” she patted your thigh and you nodded waiting for her warm hand to leave its place. It never did. She kept her hand on your thigh occasionally tapping to the beat of the music she turned on after yall briefly spoke. You felt your cheeks begin to warm as you peered out the window. Nobody within the group of friends knew you swung that way you wouldn’t dare tell them fearing the absolute worst. You knew they would love you no matter what and you never thought they would say anything hurtful but you still kept your little secret to yourself.

Piecks hand remained on you the whole car ride to the theatre. When yall arrived you hopped out of the car with intent... That intent being getting away from under piecks touch as you know you wouldn’t be able to hide your heavy breath for much longer. You played it off as getting “all excited” about seeing the movie when you really just wanted to escape. You waited as pieck slowly gathered her items and met you outside the car, yall then proceeded to walk through the glass doors into the theatre where the rest of the girls were already waiting.

“Yo what took yall so long??” Sasha said while stuffing her face full of popcorn. “Yeah, we thought we were gonna miss the movie because of you two” Ymir followed, whilst rolling her eyes. You look around to check everyone out, Historia and Ymir were clinging together, as usual, Sasha and Mikasa playing “hot hands” in the corner. You laughed as Mikasa gagged after Sasha got butter all over her hands. Pieck walked off to go meet hitch at the counter to get some candy. You giggled to yourself and told the girls that the movie was going to start soon and yall should probably head to yalls seats.

Finally, in yalls seats waiting for the movie to begin, you were sat between Sasha and Mikasa. You were definitely closer to these two than you were anyone else. Yall had been a trio since fourth grade and nothing could ever split yall apart. Nothing. All of the ladies were quite touchy with each other, it was all platonic of course. Why wouldn’t it be? Sasha snatched your right hand and hugged your shoulder burying her nose in the crook on your neck as a monster popped out at the screen. “Why would you choose a horror movie when you can't handle them” you whispered to Sasha to which she replied “because I like the way it makes me feel y/n, I get all tingly and itchy” you rolled your eyes holding back a chuckle so you wouldn’t disturb the others during the quiet scene.

You felt a slight tug at your left hand as Mikasa habitually grabs your hand. She tends to do that when she has nothing to do with her hands, it “helps her stay focused” she has explained to you a million times. Between Sashas breath on your neck and Mikasa drawing circles on your hand with her index you couldn’t help but squirm. You go to whisper something about the movie to Mikasa when she goes to do the same, your faces come within an inch of each other, noses barely touching you feel her breath out her nose as it fans across your lips. Your face turns bright pink as you halt in surprise. “I wanted to point out that actor….. Since we’ve spoken about them before…” she spoke softly. You replied with a small “me too…”. Yall have yet to part until you are broken up by screams as the movie takes a turn and Sasha yanks your arm “AHHHHH Y/N HELP!!!!!” Sasha screams in a high-pitched tone. You turn breaking your eye contact with Mikasa “Sasha! Be quiet we arent the only ones here!” you jab at her as you apologetically smile at the others in the theatre. You momentarily forgot about the moment you and Mikasa had until she takes her hand and places it on the back of your neck. Thumb swiping up and down, she pulls you a bit closer to whisper “awfully close weren’t we…” she lets that sentence linger before playfully giggling and removing her hand from your nape.

The movie was finally over and you were one of the last to leave your seat, since you decided to pick up all the popcorn Sasha had dropped after one of the jumpscares, you stand up, lifting your arms towards the ceiling, stretching and letting out a soft moan. You felt hands slither from the small of your back to the front of your hips “wow y/n, you have a hot moan. Whoever sleeps with you must be lucky” Ymir says before shifting you to the side to make way for her and historia. “Ugh, Ymir how many times do I have to tell you it’s not ladylike to talk about such things so casually” “I know I know I’m sorry... But it had to be pointed out” Ymir shrugged “she does have a point y/n.. You have an attractive voice it makes sense your moans would be..” historia pitches in and she looks you up and down before continuing “h o t” she lingers on the t a bit before moving on. You could feel your arousal pooling. The ladies seem different tonight... Maybe it’s just you... Maybe it’s not... They walk out and you follow suit.

You decide to ride with hitch since yall haven’t spoken a lot tonight, you ask her about life and she goes on to rant about her boyfriend noting that he’s not good in bed and she hates his haircut, she finishes her rant off with “ugh maybe I should just switch to girls! You’d date me right y/n?” you pause for a moment then reply with a simple “who wouldn’t!” a simple sentence yet complex at the same time. She turns to you and examines your face “you know I think id be a top if I were with a girl… in fact, you’d make a perfect bottom for me..” her eyes linger a bit too long, your skin crawling whilst illuminated by the red light yall were stopped at. It flashes green and her eyes return to the road “of course if I was single and into girls hahaha” she plays it off.

Yall arrive at the bar shortly after Sasha and Mikasa who had taken the same car and followed by Ymir who carpooled with historia. Mikasa and Sahsa hand out everyone’s paper wristbands, Sasha stops in front of you takes your hand, and putting it on for you. She didn’t do it for anyone else… just you. You decided you were overthinking and you moved on, walking into the club you were bombarded with loud music busybodies and the smell of alcohol. You were stressed, so many people, so many noises, so many smells. It was overwhelming, to say the least. Pieck noticed your uneasiness and placed her hand on the small of your back, she led you to a dark hallway filled with heavy pheromones and kissing partners, past that was a bathroom to which she leads you, pushed you in, followed after you, and locked the door. “Wh-” pieck covered your mouth with a single finger, “I noticed your stress, we can leave if you need y/n” a look of sorrow on her face. “No I’m fine it was just a lot at once I’m sorry, I’m okay now” you push out with a soft smile. Her body moving closer to you she wraps an arm around you pulling you closer “baby… tell me if you need anything, mmkay?” she purrs into your neck giving it a soft peck. Your arousal beginning to pool again you squeeze your thighs.

She excuses herself letting you go and leaving the bathroom. Turning around to face the mirror you scold yourself for acting the way you are when your friends are just being nice, they’d probably feel so grossed out if they knew your cunt was getting all nice and soaked for them, you thought. “Maybe I just need to relieve some stress… yeah that's all it is… built-up stress…” you hiked up the mini skirt that you decided to wear today above your hips and you pulled your new pink lace panties to the side. Beginning to slide your fingers over your unclothed clit the door rattles “hey bear, pieck said you weren’t feeling well so I brought you a dri-” historias sentence is cut short when she looks up to see you sitting on the counter sprawled open like a book. “I’m so so-” you begin before she hurriedly shuts and locks the door behind her.

“I- i- can explain-” she cuts you off before you get a chance to explain “oh bear..” a slight purr in her voice “who knew you had such a perfect pussy?.. All this time you’ve been hiding it from me?” she pouts, you’ve never seen her act this way much less talk this way before. Shocked by her actions you freeze, she steps closer and peers up into your eyes, lifting a hand to show she has her pinky and index slightly bent, she speaks “..may I?” if this was any other night you would freak out, apologize, get dressed quickly and leave, but for some reason you cant. “Please do” a slight whininess in your voice. Taking her ring and middle finger she traces a line from your entrance to your clit making you twitch once she reaches the small bud. She chuckles a bit and continues, pushing her middle finger into you, slowly but surely, you lay your head back resting it on the mirror. A low groan leaves her throat as you tighten around her finger “y/n… can I ask you a question? Hmm?” “nghh yes” you manage to push out through cries and moans. “You’re a virgin aren’t you, bear? Nobody has ever touched this perfect little body. Nobody has ever stuck their fingers in you either, huh?” you nod trying to keep sane while her pace quickens, you squint your eyes shut forcing tears out and down the sides of your face. Your response influenced her as she moved faster prodding another finger at your entrance and pushing it in with her other. “Ahh fuck ‘ri’” RI was a name you’ve called her since yall first met, originally made because you couldn’t remember her full name but it kind of just stuck throughout the years. “I’m gonna- I think I’m g-” cut off by the feeling of her warm tongue prodding your clit, dangerously licking and lapping, boy did she know how to please, and that she did. “RI oh shit” you grab a fistful of her hair as your orgasm hits, continuing to finger fuck you and lightly lick your sensitive bud she helps you ride out your high. “..- first, right?” you couldn’t make out what she said through your hazy mindset “what RI?” she repeats “I was your first, right??” you nod with lazy eyes, she smiles a big smile then gives you a sloppy kiss, you groan into her lips.

She cleans you up then helps you off the counter. Now realizing what had just happened you panic pushing out a quick “oh my goodness ri I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to put you in that position” she chuckles “don’t worry bear there are plenty of other positions I plan to have you in” before you could really digest that she tugs at your wrist leading you out to the main hallway and back to your groups of friends. The night has only begun….

THE END Pt. 1

this is my first fanfic ever so I'm sorry if it's bad!! I will continue to improve trust me! also, this will be a multi-part series so stay updated!

[beautiful-and-terrible]

little things

Rating: Gen

Genre: Hurt/Comfort, SoftBoi!Rodrick, Insecure!Reader

Ship: Rodrick Heffley x Reader

Warnings: Body Image, Eating Disorders / Body Dysmorphia, Insecurity 

A/N: this is. SO shmoopy and cheesy lmaoooo but this was an anon request and i live to please :) enjoy!

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You dragged yourself through your front door, kicking off your shoes in the foyer. The house was dark - your parents were probably asleep already.

You had just spent the day with Rodrick at Six Flags, and you were exhausted from spending all day in the hot sun, running around with your boyfriend like children. You smiled to yourself thinking about the events of the day, the thrill of the rollercoasters you went on.

You clutched the teddy bear Rodrick had won you close to your chest as you slowly ascended the stairs, trying not to make too much noise.

You entered your room and tenderly placed the bear on the bed, giving it a little kiss on the head as you did so before starting your night routine. Change into pajamas, brush teeth, wash face. As you were putting on your final face cream, your phone vibrated on the bathroom counter. You knew who it was from the specific rhythm of the vibration - two short bursts, like a heartbeat.

Rodrick had sent pictures of you two from today - a lot of selfies, but also a couple of far away shots that Rodrick had harassed people into taking for you. People rarely were able to say no to Rodrick once he had gotten an idea into his head - even if that idea was wrapping himself around a street lamp like a stripper for a good picture.

You finally, blissfully laid down in bed, letting out a giant groan as you cracked your back. You browsed the photos, feeling your heart-rate pick up as you gazed at Rodrick in the pictures. He looked so cute today - he had been wearing cut off black jeans, black high-top vans, and a loose button down Hawaiian shirt, half-way unbuttoned to show off his tanned chest and the multiple layers of silver necklaces he was wearing. His nails were painted black, but his eyes were free of makeup, simply accented by his naturally long eye-lashes and the smile-lines around his eyes.

After admiring Rodrick, you turned your gaze to yourself in the pictures. You felt your heart sink into your stomach. When you had left the house this morning, you had felt pretty confident in your outfit - just ripped jean shorts and a crop-top with converse. But as you looked closer, you couldn’t stop thinking about how unsatisfied you felt with the way you looked in the pictures.

As you continued to scroll through, the more faults you found in your appearance. Your thighs being squeezed by your shorts, which didn’t feel too tight but apparently were not as flattering as you thought. In one picture, you were sitting down on a bench, your legs over Rodrick’s lap, but you couldn’t stop staring at the roll of your stomach that came over the waistband of your shorts. You felt tears pricking your eyes, but you stubbornly refused to cry. You spent a long time trying to feel confident in yourself - you weren’t going to let that hard work be ruined by a few unflattering photos.

However, you couldn’t stop thinking about the way your body looked in those pictures. You got up to stand in front of your full length mirror, looking at the reflection critically. You were craning your neck to look at your butt when you heard a soft tap-tap-tap at the window. You jumped about 2 feet in the air before you realized it was just Rodrick, grinning from outside the window and placing a wet kiss on the glass, making you laugh. He made a grossed-out expression when he realized the glass was not as clean as he thought it was, wiping his tongue on the back of his hand.

“I swear to God, you’re like a toddler. Didn’t your mom ever tell you not to lick random surfaces?” you asked as you opened the window to let him in. He folded himself gracefully through the window, all long limbs and messy hair. You felt both comforted and electrified in his presence.

“Since when have I ever listened to any authority figure?” Rodrick asked, grinning wolfishly and leaning down to kiss you softly, juxtaposing his rebellious tone. For someone with such a seemingly hard exterior, Rodrick was always very gentle and sweet with you. It was one of the things you loved most about him - he seemed to hate everyone but you. It made you feel special and appreciated. 

As he pulled back from the kiss, he frowned, stroking his thumb over your cheek. “Have you been crying? Your eyes are red,” he said, making a pouty face. You shrugged, turning away and shaking your head.

“No, just allergies probably.”

Rodrick scoffed, “Sure, allergies. You’re a bad liar, you know that?”

You refused to look at him, instead going to your record player and flipping through the vinyls you had stacked in a black milk-crate. “I’m not a bad liar,” you said half-heartedly, not really able to come up with any other excuse.

“You totally are, you avoided eye contact and everything. Seriously, what's wrong? Do you not like the bear?” Rodrick asked. You felt his arms wrap around your waist, his chest pressed against your back, his nose tucked into the crook of your neck. You felt yourself smile despite your bad mood.

“No, I love the bear. I named him Sasha Bear-on Cohen. Get it?” you said, turning your head to place a kiss on his cheek.

“Ahh, a-very nice,” Rodrick replied in his best Borat impression. You giggled. He gave you a squeeze, hands warm on your waist, but the sensation made you self-conscious about your body again, and you wiggled away. You couldn’t understand how Rodrick could bear to touch you. You had no idea why he was attracted to you in the first place. It made tears spring to your eyes again, and you sniffled.

“Y/n”, Rodrick said softly, looking genuinely concerned. “I know you. You don’t get sad for no reason - unless you’re on your period, or you start thinking too much about the Mars Curiosity Rover.”

You sighed, but you knew he had a point. It took you a minute to get your thoughts into words before you spoke.

“I just... I know its silly. But those pictures - you look like a Hot Topic wet dream and I look... I don’t know. I just don’t like the way I look. And most of the time I don’t let it bother me - at least, I try - but I hate having my picture taken because whenever I see them, all I can see is the things I hate about myself. So. Yeah.”

You feel the tears making steady rivers down your cheeks, and your voice shakes as you speak. Rodrick listens attentively, sitting on the foot of your bed. He pats the space next to him, and you sit down. His hand rests on your leg - not constraining you or placating you with a hug, just letting you know he’s there.

“Y/n, I don’t know how to tell you this without sounding like a giant cheese-ball, but... holy fuck. You are so beautiful. I - every time I look at you all I can think is goddamn, I can’t believe she’s into a loser like me. And don’t argue, it’s just a fact,” he says quickly as you try to defend him from his own self-deprecation. 

“I’m not good with words... I’m more of a man of action, y’know?” he says, raising his eyebrows suggestively. You smack him on the arm, but his silly expression still makes you smile.

“But, I can still tell you - and don’t repeat this to anyone ever because I’ll never live it down - you give me butterflies. Every time. No matter if you’re in pajamas or a ballgown. You make me feel like a stack of pancakes with warm butter and syrup,” he pauses as you laugh, his warm brown eyes gazing into yours. “Just... I don’t even know what I’m saying at this point. You make my bones feel funny. That’s how beautiful you are.”

Rodrick finally wraps his arms around you. You let yourself be folded into the embrace, feeling content and more than a little overwhelmed by his confession.

“Thank you,” you murmur, unable to find any other words at the moment. You want to say all of that back to him, ten-fold. You want to tell him he makes you feel like flashing concert lights and Fourth of July fireworks. But your mouth can’t make the words, so you just wrap your arms around him tighter.

“Do you want me to spend the night?” he asks, pressing a kiss to your temple. You simply nod, already moving up the bed and pulling back the covers as Rodrick goes to turn out the lights.

In the dark of the room, only illuminated by the street-lamp outside your house, Rodrick looks very alien - all long lines and lean angles. It makes your heart-rate kick up again, and you feel a blush form on your cheeks. It’s not as though this is the first time you’ve slept in the same bed, or even been intimate, but this feels... different. 

Rodrick tucks himself in next to you on your bed - it’s a queen size, so it fits both of you well enough that you could sleep together not touching if you wanted to. But Rodrick is a big cuddler at heart, even if he would deny it to his grave. He wraps his arms around your waist as you lay your head on his chest, already being lulled to sleep by the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

You feel like it’s important to tell him before you both lose the tenderness of the moment, so you finally open your mouth to speak.

“I’m so lucky. I know you think you’re... a loser, or whatever but, Rodrick. You aren’t. You are so beyond cool, and brave, and courageous. Thinking about you makes my head spin. And whenever I see you... I’m home.” You trail off, feeling awkward, but Rodrick simply tightens his arms around you, stroking your back with his fingers.

“If I knew we were getting this sentimental I wouldn’t have brought lube... and maybe a few tissues,” he snickers, and you pinch his nipple, causing him to squeal.

“Jerk.”

“Bitch,” he teases back, and you sigh softly, feeling your body and mind relax. You had almost completely forgotten about the pictures - and at this point, you didn’t really care. The pictures didn’t speak. The only voice telling you that you weren’t beautiful was the one inside your head, and it could definitely be a bitch sometimes.

You could’ve imagined it, but as your brain was finally shutting down, you could’ve sworn you heard Rodrick start to sing, “you are my sunshine... my only sunshine...”

“you make me happy... when skies are gray...”

“you’ll never know, dear, how much i love you...”

“please don’t take my sunshine away...”

[talon4ever]

The cook and spy

Another Kalluzeb mpreg fic.

After the battle of Atollon, Kallus is not trusted by the rebellion. He is put on a type of house arrest on the Ghost ship. He is not allowed on any datapads or computers till they know his true intentions.

Kallus is so bored. He needs something to do. So one day he asks Zeb to hunt him a bird of some type. While he forages for wild mushrooms and potatoes. After six hours of hunting and foraging both come back to the ship with plenty of food.

Kallus gets to cooking. He plucked and guts all four of the birds. Then he season them with salt and pepper. Stuff them with butter, mushrooms and potatoes and bake them in the oven. The whole ghost ship smells wonderful.

Once food is ready the Ghost crew eats without hestion. The crew is impressed by how good it is. Hera:“Where’d you learn to cook this good?” Kallus: “I went to an omega finishing school when I was young.” answered. Zeb: “You're an omega?” Kallus: “Yes.” Kanan: “I thought it was illegal for omegas to serve in the Imperial army? Kallus: “Not when I was young. Besides, I didn’t get a matchup with an alpha.” Ezra: “Why not?” Kallus: “Because I wasn’t very attractive.” Zeb: “That’s dumb! You're plenty attractive! And a great cook.” Kallus blushed at Zeb's words.

Now Zeb goes hunting every morning for Kallus. From then on Kallus cooks for the Ghost crew. Later on the clones and Wedge join them too. Soon there is a line for Kallus food. He then put in charge of the base chow hall. This does help with his likability in the rebellion.

A couple of alphas start trying to court kallus. Zeb is not happy about this and beats all of Kallus' suitors in sparring matches. Kallus is not interested in these alphas. Zeb also starts to leave flowers with his hunt.

As time goes on Kallus is allowed to work in the intelligent office and then goes on mission. On one mission Kallus is capture by Gererra Lasat Mercenary. The lasat take out his interarm suppressants and blocker device. In three standard cycles Kallus is going to enter his heat.

The Ghost arrives in time to save Kallus. Zeb and the Lasat Mercenary fight to the death, Zeb wins. Zeb takes Kallus to the Phantom to mate.

When they finish mating, they go to the medic to confirm if Kallus is pregnant. Medic: “Let's see what you're cooking in your oven.” Looking at the sonogram screen there were fraternal triplets.

Bonus: A month later, Kallus' belly is really big and round. Kallus: “I’ve got so fat.” Zeb: “Nothing wrong with having fat on you. You're making three kits Sasha.” Zeb walks behind Kallus to hug him. Kallus sinking into the embrace. Kallus:”Come let’s get to my appointment for my sonogram.

At the appointment Dr. Tam is moving the ultrasound wand on Kallus bump. Dr.Tam: “That is interesting.” Kallus: “Good or bad, interesting?” Dr.Tam: “Depends on how you feel about having three sets of twins. Congratulations on having six babies.”

[babygirlbenji]

People Pleaser - John Stones

A/N: my first ever football imagine oh my god!!! omg i really hope this is okay! if you have any feedback please do pass it on!

Being a kind person is something everyone aspires to be. Smile and the world smiles with you, right?

With your reputation as an incredibly kind and generous person, people were immediately drawn to you. Your heart of gold, infectious laugh, beautiful eyes and bright smile were just some of the things that made John Stones fall completely head over heels for you. 

The two of you met by chance when he visited the coffee shop you worked at when his usual place was closed for refurbishment. You instantly recognised him, being an avid City fan yourself, and gave him his coffee and doughnut free of charge, followed by a shy ‘best of luck for the game this weekend’. He started coming more regularly, oddly only coming on the days you were working. Your friendship blossomed from the day you were brave enough to write your number and a simple smiley face on his cup. It had been three years since that day, and you were going strong. 

He knew he could talk to you about anything, knowing that you would be there for him to offer sage advice, a pep talk or a random fact of the day (your favourite facts centred around aviation and space, being a huge aviation nerd yourself) to cheer him up. 

However, with your incredibly kind heart and eager-to-please attitude, it was easy for people to take advantage of you and use your generosity for their selfish benefit. Whether it was people approaching you on social media to try and get a City shirt or game tickets, or buttering you up while you were on a night out and trying to score a lift back to you and John’s place. It wasn’t like you were naïve. You just liked seeing the good in everyone, because you believed that everyone has good in them somewhere. 

This is exactly what happened one night when you went out with John, Kyle, Jack and a few of the other City boys and their girlfriends after City walloped Norwich. You and Sasha were having a great time dancing on the floor, with John and Jack a few feet away minding your bags and having a few beers. They had training early the next morning, and they didn’t want to get too hammered, so you and Sasha were more than happy to let loose. 

‘I’m going to get another drink, do you want another?’ you yelled to Sasha over an ABBA hit. 

‘Go on then!’ she grinned. You nodded in acknowledgement, and made your way over to the bar and ordered another round of shots for the pair of you, a double vodka lemonade for yourself and a vodka Coke for Sasha. As you waited for your drinks, a young man who looked around your age sidled up to you and ordered a Peroni for himself. You exchanged smiles. 

‘Good night?’ the man asked. 

‘Yeah really good! Yourself?’ A tray of lurid blue shots appeared in front of you, and you thanked the bartender before he started getting your other drinks prepared. 

‘Great, thanks, nice night for it.’ You nodded, feeling slightly awkward; you got the feeling he wanted to say something else, but couldn’t quite get it out. ‘You from around here?’ 

‘Uh, I’m here with my boyfriend,’ you debated with yourself about whether to tell him the truth. Figuring his drunken state would prevent him from remembering anything come morning, you threw caution to the wind. ‘He’s a footballer with City, John Stones.’ The man’s face dropped, and he took a step towards you. He was close enough that you could smell his breath, a gross mixture of cigarettes, beer and bad breath.

‘You’re kidding?!’ You smiled. 

‘Nope, been together just over three years.’ The man cocked his head to the side, as if assessing how drunk you were.

‘Don’t suppose you could hook me up with tickets, do you?’ You had to restrain yourself from rolling your eyes. 

‘I’m afraid I can’t, I don’t have that kind of authority.’ Your drinks arrived at last, and you put them on a tray with the shots. ‘Sorry, I need to go, my friend, she’s probably waiting for her drink, nice talking to you,’ you mumbled. You could feel your heart starting to hammer beneath your top, but it only got worse when the man grabbed your arm, nearly causing you to spill the drinks. 

As if by magic, you felt an arm wrap around your shoulder, and from both the way you fit perfectly into the nook under his shoulder and from the man’s jaw dropping in shock, you instantly knew it was John. 

‘Everything alright, love?’ he asked loudly, his baritone Yorkshire accent booming to those nearby. He pressed a pointed kiss to the top of your head. You breathed a sigh of relief as he took the tray of drinks from you so you could hug him tightly, wishing you could thank him. Instead, you squeezed his hand in gratitude, and judging by the return squeeze, he got the message. It was the kind of telepathic method of communication you two had developed over the years; you could read each other like a book, and at times it was the most frustrating thing in the world, but at times like these, it was potentially life-saving. 

‘Yeah all fine! Was just heading back to Sasha with the drinks. You coming?’ He nodded and you turned around and headed away from the man, missing John shoot him the nastiest glare he could muster, saying ‘back off’ with a simple stare. 

‘He seemed like a right git, baby, you sure you’re okay?’ John placed the drinks down on the table before bundling you into his arms, giving you a bear hug and assuring you that you were safe. 

‘I’m okay, he seemed nice enough, it was just… the second I mentioned you, it was like someone flicked a switch.’ John’s gigantic chest and shoulders rumbled as he chuckled.

‘You see the good in everyone, you do.’ You frowned slightly. 

‘Is that a bad thing?’ Your innocent question prompted another chuckle from John, who stood back and gently cupped your face with his hands. Even in the darkness of the club, you could still see the love and adoration in his eyes as he gazed at you. 

‘It is when creeps like him hit on my girl in hopes of getting tickets when I wouldn’t let them get within 100 feet of the Etihad if that’s the way they want to get in. Come on, let’s have a sit down, you’ve been on your feet all night.’ John took your hand and gently guided you over to the booth he had been sitting at with Jack and Sasha, who had joined them once she had seen that you and John were on your way back from the bar, and you spent the rest of the evening drinking happily with the people you loved the most, John’s hand never leaving your thigh once, kissing your head every now and then.

[aetheternity]

I have a request

Levi's wife y/n and 4 or 5 year old son get kidnapped by kenny and the military police. They get taken to the crystal cave with eren and historia. So when levi comes to save them he is livid and is quickly taking down every mp in his way. Luckily both y/n and her son make it out safely with levi and his squad.

Levi, y/n, and their son have a soft moment and they all hug and give kisses 😚😚😚 and day squad teases them

(I added my own little spin to this where Y/N is playfully argumentative and sometimes wild with Levi. Hope that's ok! I also thought it would be cute if Levi and Y/N’s son was named after Levi’s late friend Farlen.)

"We have more than just Historia and Eren now." Levi grunted, facing Hange. "My son and Y/N were taken as well."

"We can't wait then. We'll leave as soon as possible."

Levi squeezed the paper Hange had given him earlier in his grasp as his squad whooped and hollered behind him. Kenny probably wouldn't kill them, they were insurance after all. Which was that much worse for Levi.

He already knew if he didn't manage to calm himself before they got to Kenny he would lash out recklessly. The one thing he'd told his wife and son to never allow themselves to do.

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"Oi." Levi stepped closer, concern etched onto his face. His eyebrows scrunched where he looked into his wife's eyes. "If you continue moping around our child's health will be at risk and yours. The doctor already told you that."

She turned, eyes narrowed and lips tight where they were pulled into a frown. "What else am I supposed to feel? The father of my baby is running around dodging death. Am I supposed to be happy Levi?"

Levi rolled his eyes, his hand already coming up to the bridge of his nose in expectation for the upcoming brawl of sorts. "I'll be alive for the birth of our son."

"Will you though?" She stepped closer, challenge rising in her tone and eyes.

"I'm not leaving you or the soon to be kid we've made. And you already know that." He fought back. "I'd sooner go back to the underground."

Her hands ran up to his collar tugging him closer. And he let her, let every bit of fury trapped beneath those stone cold eyes run over his spine like a flash of lightning all with the same neutral expression.

"I'm so serious you wouldn't even believe. If you don't come back one of these days and I have to raise this baby all on my own. I'm gonna bring you back to life just so I can kill you again. Do you hear me Levi Ackerman?"

Levi let out a little huff and a small smirk ran over his lips. She let him go and he straightened out his collar. "You get scarier everyday." He remarked "Way scarier than any damn titan."

He grabbed her wrist, pulling her down the mostly empty corridor. "You saw the doctor again today right? Tell me what happened."

"We've got a healthy Ackerman on our hands. He's grown bigger than he's supposed to be at this stage actually." She smiled softly as she placed a hand on her belly. "Probably cause he has your blood."

"Tch, moron. He's already his mother. Constantly kicking every time I touch your belly. He's gonna be a brat just like you."

"I hope he gets my height and not yours."

"For his sake your height instead of your mouth would be good."

"My mouth has gotten you through many long nights so I wouldn't complain if I were you."

Levi playfully rolled his eyes as Y/N's soft laugh filled the corridor. Her eyes shining brighter than they had her whole pregnancy. It was weird Levi had always heard about new parents being scared but he barely was.

When he'd found out he'd been more surprised than anything but he'd barely even had the time to over analyze the situation until that night. This unbelievably wild girl was the mother of his child. What more could he want.

Fear did dawn on him. Knowing he'd have something new in this world that needed his protection. Something so precious and small to protect. But another part of him knew that kid would be safer if he got his mother's fighting spirit.

"Hey, you better not be thinking about other girls." Y/N huffed as she poked at Levi's forehead.

Levi grabbed her finger. "Dumbass, no one else would be able to handle you if I left."

"Just sounds like you're making excuses so that you don't have to tell me, you adore me and could never find anyone else who brings you this much joy."

"No." That barely even scratched the surface..

~~~~

"Do you have a location on them?" Hange asked

"There're a whole bunch of military police and Kenny's squad is surrounding the entire area. But no sign of Kenny himself or any of the people who were taken." Sasha replied

Levi huffed, brain not wanting to retreat to the worst possible scenario. Besides the conversation currently developing in front of him there was a sort of quiet drifting in the atmosphere.

"We have a plan right?" Armin suddenly asked

And Hange nodded, "You're gonna need these." Her hands clasped around the cool metal of the signal flares.

"Signal flares??" Jean stared in disbelief

"Don't worry, we're getting out of here alive hostages and all." Hange stated before turning to Levi. "They're ok."

Levi blinked, slowly but surely uncurling his fists. He looked around to the others their faces a mix of concern and in certain cases glee. But they all had the same sentiment.

"Put the plan into motion." Levi stood

~~~~

It went surprisingly quickly. From the barrels they'd deployed to the signal flares being shot off. Sasha and Mikasa taking out the military police like no one's business but Levi could already feel his Ackerman rage growing.

Where the hell was Kenny? He thought.

His question was soon answered when a bullet flew past his cheek immediately drawing blood. The next bullet striking an ice pillar with a hard crack as he ducked for cover behind it.

Levi paused repositioning himself to jump and land behind one another of the thick pillars searching for the source of the bullets. "Where the hell are they?" He grunted voice raspy, thick and loud where he called to the only person that would be behind this.

Kenny's laugh was boisterous, heavy where it bounced between each pillar. The amount of sweat that had collected on Levi's palms had his weapon slippery in his grip and the vein in his forehead was close to popping.

"I think you have other things here you should be concerning yourself with."

In the blink of an eye Levi's head shot backwards, Jean's scream mixed with the heart shattering sound of Hange hitting one of the pillars caught his attention. A bullet releasing her blood as she slipped and rolled over against the ground like a discarded toy.

"Tch!"

"Levi! Oi you should be worried about me. After all. Your little family dies by my call!"

If Levi was boiling before his blood was erupting now. With incredible skill and speed he bounced his way around the pillars dodging each bullet as Kenny shot them out. His agility raised as he flipped over Kenny's form and behind him. In an instant Levi was tossing a bag full of flammable liquid in time to meet his next shot.

When the bag tore open Levi flew forward, through burning flames created by Kenny's gun tossing his blade. The motion caught Kenny off guard but he managed to dodge it, his hat flying off into a nearby pillar along with Levi's blade to hold it up there.

Levi's heart was hammering taking the advantage he'd managed to get he flew at Kenny with incredible speed slicing through his torso almost like it was butter. In the heat of adrenaline Levi watched as Kenny's body fell to the ground of the cool cavern.

He landed with a hard breath before retracting the odm gears hooks. He couldn't wait any longer. He couldn't stop himself from running forward no matter how stupid and dangerous it was.

He heard bits and pieces of speech behind him. "Follow Captain!" And "Wait, hold on!" But none of it stopped his feet.

He skidded in his pace as he heard soft calls of, "Dad! Dad!"

And he was immediately headed for it. A bit of relief flooding his chest as he heard the faint sounds of odm gear clanging behind him. His squad clearly keeping good pace.

When he arrived he instantly locked eyes with his five year old son and wife.

"Dad!" Farlen's voice echoed. He didn't look injured from what Levi could tell and neither did Y/N. Farlen's hair tosseled as if he'd merely been running outside.

"Where are Historia and Eren?!" Mikasa called as she ran up behind Levi.

"Guys!" Historia's voice boomed. She slunk forward barely supporting Eren's weight. His shirt gone and his face covered in blood.

Levi quickly ran to untie Y/N and Farlen immediately embracing Farlen when he jumped into his arms. If he were any other kid Levi would probably be questioning why he hadn't shit his pants and why his face was tearless. But he definitely wasn't any other five year old.

"Geez, you guys took forever." Y/N remarked, stretching her hands above her head. "I was about to wreck all these Military brats butts for you." She said with a smirk at Levi.

Levi huffed, rubbing his son's back. "Next time you can save yourself then." He remarked giving Farlen a soft head rub.

"Ugggh Mom.. Dad not now.." he sighed

"There won't be a next time!" Y/N fought back. "I'll never get caught up like that again."

"Tch, whatever."

"Are you challenging me Mr. Ackerman?"

"You're a brat, Ms. Ackerman."

"How about I show you how much of a brat I can really be?" She chuckled with a dark smile etching over her features. She pulled him closer, hugging his and Farlen's form with a firm hand on Levi's lower back.

"Don't start something you can't finish." Levi whispered back.

"Ewwwwww.." Farlen mock gagged between them.

Y/N just laughed loudly. "You'll understand when you have someone you love to hate, Farlen."

"Yeah.. I'm with Farlen. That's eww." Connie remarked with a shake of his head.

The others soon joined in with their own little laughs and teasing words. "I can't believe how soft Captain can be." And "They're such a cute family I hope I get that some day."

Levi repositioned Farlen on one arm ignoring all the chatter. Though his cheeks bloomed a rosy color that was extremely unmistakable "Historia, where's your father?"

"He escaped before you guys got here. He's headed toward the wall." She replied

"We've gotta hurry then."

(I'm so sick of people on the internet rn I swear🙄)

[rreyie]

𝙩𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚 𝙩𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧- 𝙖𝙤𝙩 𝙨𝙢𝙪𝙩

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: niccolo calls you down to the kitchen to ask you to sample a new kind of meat. i think you know where this is going.

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: smut! oral sex (both receiving), fem! reader, unedited work, kinda short lmao

𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙧𝙚: smut/nsfw

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨: niccolo, reader insert

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚: there’s literally no stories with niccolo on here and that upsets me.... well i am now here to turn that around 😏 i was debating if instead of the reader i would put sasha but i think i’m better at character x reader than character x character

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you entered the spacious kitchen niccolo owned, as the scent of fresh bread wafted around the room. the scent was inhaled through your nose, mouth watering as you could practically taste it.

niccolo was leaning against the counter, wavy blonde hair parted in the middle as his apron was tied unusually tightly around him. flour was dusted along the red apron, creating small white patches on the fabric.

“what are you doing up at this hour?” you asked. “an even better question, why do you want me down here at 11:30 at night?” you referred to the note that he had left on your bed, asking you to report to the kitchen to taste something he had made.

“well if you’re here then you already know”, he responded. his hazel eyes nervously looked around the room as he desperately tried to think of something to say without being awkward. “i was wondering if you could help me taste a special kind of meat i cooked up.” he gulped.

your eyes lit up. “really? then why don’t you want anyone else down here tonight? why only me?”

niccolos cheeks turned a bit red. “because this meat is reserved for you.”

what the fuck does he mean, meat only reserved for me? you ask yourself.

well, your question was answered as soon as you noticed a bump form in the area between niccolos legs, covered by the fabric. his print showed, eager for attention.

your face turns red like a ripe tomato. you also notice that his arms and legs were bare, indicating that he wasn’t wearing anything underneath that apron.

“w-why aren’t you wearing anything underneath that?” you ask him.

“well, i asked you to taste some meat, didn’t i?” he asked. he walks over to you, and cups your cheek. his print presses against your stomach, feeling the bulge harden upon contact.

he presses his lips against yours, swirling his tongue around your mouth, admiring the pleasant taste that was on your lips. you kiss him back, feeling his lips that were softer than butter itself.

“ready to be my taste tester, y/n?”

“i’d love to.”

niccolo fiddled with the straps that tied arond his wast and neck, the apron promptly falling to his knees.

your eyes immediately fall upon what’s in between his legs. he’s already hard, the tip a flushed pink and his shaft a pale peach color. niccolo smirks as he watches you observe his dick.

“like what you see?” he asks as he pulls you closer to him again. you nod, and niccolo grabs your chin.

“good, now start tasting.”

he shoves you downwards, falling on your knees as he looks down on you expectantly.

your hand moves to his cock, and wraps around it as you feel the stiff and soft flesh that your hand is currently enveloping. you had no idea how niccolo’s dick was that soft.

another thing you began to question was how you were going to fit his fat cock in your mouth. he had to be at least 8 inches, with some pretty outstanding girth.

you move your hand up and down loosely as you feel niccolo twitch, and let out a groan.

you create a bit of saliva in your mouth and spit on his cock, and use both hands to rub it up and down his shaft so your hands could glide a bit easier.

after jerking him for a bit of time, a little bit of pre cum begins to form at his tip that has went from pink to red. you press your thumb over his tip and give it a gentle rub. a small gasp escapes from his throat as you rub his tip a few more times.

eventually, you guide his swollen cock into your mouth, giving it a few kitten licks on the way in. you begin to bob your head, feeling his shaft against the slick walls of your mouth.

“h-holy shit...” niccolo stammers. “just like that, please... oh my god...”

you give him a grin as you look up at him with doe eyes, trying to look as innocent as you possibly can.

as niccolo looked back into your eyes, he couldn’t help but buck his sturdy hips, shoving his cock further into the back of your throat. you gag, unprepared for that amount of impact.

“shit, sorry”, he says as you cough. “did that hurt?”

“no, i’m fine”, you say. “actually, it’s fine if you do that, it’s... kind of hot. face fuck me if you want to-“

niccolo doesn’t need another word. he thrusts his hips into your mouth, earning a muffled moan from you. he fills your poor mouth up to the brim, fat cock taking up every inch of space in your mouth. the tip of him repeatedly hits the back of your throat as your toes curl.

“you feel... so- good...” he stutters, as he continues to face fuck you mercilessly, at this point not caring if he’s making you gag or choke on him. “y-you’re gonna make me cum...”

you would respond, but as much as you wanted to, you couldn’t. you wouldn’t dare pull away from him as he’s so close. you only hum in response, the hum sounding a bit more like a moan. this pushes him further to the edge as adrenaline rushes through his veins.

his thrusts turn sloppy as he come closer to the end, numerous grunts coming from his mouth.

“ah- oh my go- ngh! i’m gonna- ahh...” he groans raspily as he cries your name one last time before releasing his load into your mouth. your mouth is now filled with both niccolos cock and his thick cum.

he pulls out, dick now coated in a mixture of saliva and his own cum. no matter how hard you try, you just couldn’t swallow it all down. a bit of cum spills out of your mouth as you force it down your throat.

niccolos breath softens as he looks you in the eyes.

“you’re a natural, eh?” he asks you.

“if that’s what you want to call it”, you reply.

he chuckled. “guess i should return the favor now, i’m just not sure if i’m as good as you.”

(breaking news! he’s wrong. very, very wrong.)

“that... would be nice.”

he lifts you up onto the counter as the cold surface is felt on your ass. niccolo is quick to pull down your pants, afterwards, the white blouse that you’re wearing is quickly discarded onto the floor. at this point, you’re clad in only your bra and panties.

niccolo pushes your legs apart, and pushes your panties, soaked in your arousal, aside. his eyes widen as he stares at your womanhood.

“you’re wet...” he says. “did i really make you that turned on?”

you nod. he makes quick work of his tongue as he places it in between your slick folds, eventuallly sliding it in your hole.

“ni-niccolo!” you gasp. he looks up at you with his hazel orbs, blonde hair all in his face. he gives you a smug smile, and speeds up his pace.

his tongue approaches your clit and gives it a little flick or two, and circles his tongue over the sensitive bundle of nerves. your legs buckle from the pleasure.

his tongue dives into your folds again and licks every fold you have, savoring the taste you provide him. eventually, his tongue once again plunged into your hole, sliding in and out repeatedly.

you tug his blonde locks as he goes in deeper and deeper, and the burn in your stomach turns into a fire. your legs twitch uncontrollably as you feel yourself nearing your end.

you whine as you feel the fire in your stomach take over your entire body, the sensation taking over you as you come on niccolos face. a sting of moans escapes from your mouth, crying out for niccolo to keep going and to help you through the orgasm. you feel your juices sliding down your pussy as niccolo laps them up like a kitten.

“you tasted wonderful”, he said. leaning against you on the cold granite counter, he kisses you again so you can taste yourself on his tongue. something pokes at your thigh, and as you look down, niccolo is already hard again.

“dammit”, he scoffs. “got a boner again. up for round two?”

giggling, you get on your knees once again and help him take care of his little problem.

[starshine-effendy]

[No sleep] Sasha’s hungry

Haha I’m back with this 

Summary:  Sasha’s hungry and now you can’t sleep because of it. So this marks your 5th night of restless nights and excessive need for coffee. 

Pairings: You x Levi

The characters of AOT belong to Hajime Isayama

You were ready to sleep today... VERY! ready to sleep in fact you skipped dinner for it. You were already snuggled on your bed and you’re drifting off to sleep. The rain outside helps you relax and now you’re drifting off... and off... to..

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH”

You swear one of these nights you’re going to snap and kill everyone in plain sight. You thought the screaming was over until you heard another ear-piercing one. You got up and went out the door slamming it on your way out. 

You saw Sasha with Connie and Levi. Levi was there to question her scream but you beat him to it. 

“WHY DID YOU SCREAM!?” You yelled. 

“BECAUSE I RAN OUT OF FOOD!!” Sasha yelled back. 

Connie face palmed and Levi grunted. While you were planning on how to kill the woman but you sighed. You loved her too much you can’t kill The Potato Princess. (T-T)

“Levi” You said suddenly.

Levi looked up at you, “What?” 

“Accompany me to the kitchen. I’m going to get her a potato or something,” 

“No,” 

“Oh sorry. Let me ask nicer,” You said mischievously, “Oh Dear sweet stoic boyfriend of mine... Please accompany me to the kitchen or I’ll dumb every single trash I find in your neat office,” Your face was covered by a dark shadow and Levi let out a “Tch” before following you to the kitchen. Connie and Sasha soon followed the both of you. 

You reached the kitchen to find a potato, bread, leftover soup, ANYTHING but it was like sleep was going to wait because all you found were some carrots and tomatoes. You sighed, “I guess we’re making our own soup,” Before anyone could interrupt Sasha screamed, “OHHH!!! I’VE NEVER GOTTEN TO TASTE YOUR COOKING BEFORE Y/N!!” You looked at her confused. 

“Huh... Cooking... I thought you were going to do it?” You replied. 

“I could but I wanna taste your cooking Y/N,” Sasha said with a wide smile. 

“She needs her rest,” Levi said. 

“Oh come on Captain...! Have you ever tried her cooking before?” Sasha shot back. 

Levi stood there for a moment. It looked as if he was questioning himself. His eyes shifted from the floor and to you, “Y/N Cook us some soup,” 

(Reader chan.. Who are you to deny your sexy, hot, handsome boyfriend?)

You sigh and grabbed the tomatoes. You handed them over to Levi and asked him to wash them. You grabbed the carrots and onions, gave them to Sasha and Connie asking them to do the same, “If you get anything wrong. I’m not staring over and I’m going to sleep,” 

Sasha and Connie saluted to you and went to wash the carrots and peel the onion. You sighed once more and mumbled, “How did my life become this?” 

You walked over to the drawer where they store the pots and grabbed a medium one. You poured water and began to boil it. Once the water was boiling you melted the butter over a medium heat. You turned to the 2 cadets with the carrots and onion washed, peeled and clean. You picked up a knife and gave them to Levi who began to chop. Levi was really skilled with a knife...

Damn it was hot to watch him use a knife. Why is this turning you on? 

Once the butter has melted, you added some onions and carrots and sweat the veggies until slightly softened, about 4-5 minutes and you added 1/2 teaspoon salt. 

Levi added the tomatoes remaining salt. You brought to a boil and reduce to a simmer. You rested your head on Levi’s shoulder.

“Simmer for 25 minutes or until the carrots are super soft and the tomatoes have broken down,” You explained. 

You yawned and lifted your head up.

“Don’t forget to try and crush the remaining with a spoon,” You continued. 

You were heading out towards the door when Connie and Sasha stopped you. Walls what was it now?

“Aren’t you going to eat with us?” Sasha asked.

“Yea?” Connie followed. 

“I’m sleepy,” You replied. 

“Oh come onnnn~! Just try a spoon!” Connie said. He was now in front of you with a spoonful of soup. 

“Cadet! I think it’s best to let her sleep.” Levi called from the back. 

You sighed in relief and continued to walk past Connie and his spoonful of soup. You were finally... Going... To sleep... (Ha~! You thought) 

The door was slammed open to reveal Eren, Mikasa, Armin, Hange and Jean.

“WE SMELT SOMETIHNG GOOD!” Eren cried out. 

You weren’t paying attention to their commotion about the good smelling soup. That is... Until Hange pulled you back with her arms around your waist, “Y/N~~~! Did Levi make the soup?” 

“No! Y/N did!” Sasha said loud enough for everyone to hear. 

“And Let her go Hange. She needs her rest,” Levi said. 

“NONSENSE! LET’S GO TRY OUT THE SOUP!” Hange said. You were basically lifted off the ground and around Hange’s arms. 

“Is it done yet?” 

“Ereh! It’s hot,” 

“I didn’t know Y/N can cook,”

“It must taste good,” 

The soup was done. It was being poured to bowls but it was only a serving of 6. 

You allowed them to figure it out themselves while you again were trying to exit the mess hall and welcome the presence of your bed on your body but that didn’t happen. Why? Cause Commander Erwin, Reiner, Bertolt and Annie appeared. 

“Cadet L/N! What is that smell?” The commander asked. 

“It’s Y/N’s cooking!” Hange said. She took a spoonful of her soup and held the spoon in front of the 4. Reiner was the one to take a sip and when he did, he had tears in his eyes. “It’s so good Y/N,” He said. He was about to hug you when he felt Levi’s deadly aura. He flinched and backed off. Hange held a spoon in front of Bertolt and he took a sip. His reaction wasn’t as exaggerated, he simply smiled and “It’s good soup, Y/N” Annie’s turn to try it. She moved her hair and sipped the soup. Her eyes lit up but simply said, “You have a gift for cooking, Y/N,” 

“Yes! Great! I’ll cook more often if I have the energy to do so. If I don’t I might fall asleep and die by burning my face off,” You said sarcastically and proceeded to your bed.

You thought you’ll finally reach your room BUT

Every single squad leader and cadet came to the mess hall. 

Is this dinner? No they just smelt your soup and wanted to give it a try. 

You took pity on them and cooked 3 more pots of soup with Levi because he also pitied you but didn’t want a headache from Every Cadet wanting soup.

But They did get punishment since it took you all night. 30 Laps. You slept 2 hours in Levi’s room that night. (Levi’s such a good boyfriend to you) 

Sasha and Connie went to apologize for another not enough sleep night because if Sasha didn’t scream you’d be asleep for 10 hours. So they gave you a present and an apology card.

(Your present is something you like so forgive them reader chan)

[athina-blaine]

writing update! so for the last few weeks ive been slowly working through the companion piece for fell in your opinion and its almost complete, with about 3-ish pages of editing left. it’s a pretty dense scene, though, so im giving myself permission to shelve it for now and take a short break to reboot. between that and momm (the next chapter still around 50% complete), it’ll be a good while before anything’s ready to be posted :’(

in the meantime, here’s the opening scene from the companion piece, as a treat~

fallen out of favor and fallen on my face

companion piece to fell in your opinion, Jon POV

Preview word count: ~1k

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It proved difficult to watch Martin walk back to the cab stand, alone. Should Jon have insisted on accompanying him, in case it started to rain again? Is that what a good boss would have done?

Not that Jon would know anything about that. Good boss, feh. His only template was Elias and, well, that was fraught with its own tension. 

It just didn’t sit right with him, watching that lone figure shuffle down the corner on the rain soaked pavement.

And maybe … maybe he also wanted to spend a little bit more time with Martin. Soak in the colour of his eyes, equal measures vulnerable and … concerned.

With that thought came a flushing face and a stomach churning with embarrassment and shame. Jon buried his face in his hand, massaging his temples. The streetlights were doing nothing for his headache.

Jon knew the sort of person he was: Irritable, unfriendly, impatient, argumentative. He’d accepted it, leaned into it, even. It made things easier, after all, knowing how people will feel about you in advance, so why bother going off script?

And yet, despite all that, Martin said he still should have a cup of tea in the morning. Deserved it, he’d said. Jon didn’t feel like he deserved much of anything these days, much less … 

Just get to the dishes already, Sims.

Scooping up the plate, he flipped on the sink and watched as it filled with hot, soapy water. His finger tapped the edge of the counter, teeth gnawing at his abused bottom lip. There was nothing else for it.

In the very beginning, he’d assumed the tea Martin would bring was an effort to butter him up. Get close to him so as to better keep an eye on his work. Those were early days, when Jon had thought Martin to be working for Elias as some kind of spy, to go blabbing the moment Jon inevitably made a horrible mistake.

Those assumptions, however, were dashed when it had been made abundantly clear Martin had been even less qualified for his current position than Jon. 

Even when he’d realized Martin wasn’t some spy, he still assumed the tea was for something. Maybe to make Jon more forgiving to all of Martin’s obvious mistakes, which only served to increase his own workload, barely treading water as it was. Absurd, in hindsight. Why would Martin continue to bring him tea for all those months when it obviously did nothing to ease Jon’s ... temperament? 

Of course, it had just been standard courtesy. A friendly gesture, from an amiable man. 

Jon … didn’t react well to people being friendly with him. A learned habit from the struggles of childhood, maybe. He thought he’d gotten better after the extensive efforts of Tim and Sasha back in research, but apparently that hadn’t been the case. And, in the cold, impersonal halls of the Institute, no one went out of their way to be kind to him, not without reason. Even with Tim and Sasha, the close proximity of their work required that they get along, although he’s certain they’d argue otherwise out of politeness. 

Jon preferred things that way. It meant nothing was expected from him. Nobody was disappointed.

Jon was Martin’s boss; they didn’t have to get along with each other. So then why …?

Because he’s kind, you knobhead.

Dumping the dishes into the hot water, he flipped off the sink and yanked out a sponge. Fat load of good that realisation does him now; not after all the things Jon’s said and done, the things he can never take back. He could prattle off excuse after excuse, but that wouldn’t change the fact that, at the end of the day, he’s just an arse.

Jon’s shoulders sagged. Why hadn’t he realized sooner? Why hadn’t he figured out Martin was trying to be nice to him?

It’s probably the only thing you eat all day, anyway, right? Martin had said. Couldn’t stop even if I wanted to.

His eyes had been so resolute, so determined to care about him, despite everything. 

All these months working so closely together and, somehow, Jon never realized the colour of his eyes were an almost opalescent shade of brown. His smile– 

The dishes clattered into the sink, his face burning.

Christ, he was so predictable. One small gesture or hint of affection had him falling headfirst.

With Georgie, it had been the return of his collectible nekojima pen after a maths class. Had set a personal best record for himself for that.

The problem was when he fell so fast and so hard he cracked his head at the bottom of the swimming pool, and there was no one around to fish him out of the water. 

Not that any of that mattered; Jon would be lucky to salvage any kind of amicable relationship at all. 

Leaving the dishes to dry, Jon pulled out his phone. It was nearing 1 AM; Martin had said he lived in Croydon, hadn’t he? Surely, he must be back by now? Searching through his contacts, he squinted. Had he never saved Martin’s number? He could have sworn …

Oh. He hadn’t saved him under Martin. Just Blackwood.

Taking a shuddering breath, Jon struggled to compose his message (Are you–? Have you made it–? Do you think we can–?) before sending a succinct,

>Did you get home safely? 

He probably wouldn’t get a response for some time. Martin likely wasn’t chomping at the bit to hear from him.

And yet, a few moments later, his phone chimed.

>yeah

Oh.

>Good.

Maybe, though … Maybe things could be different this time. Maybe Jon can put his trust in someone else’s kindness for its own sake. 

Maybe Jon could be better. 

Even though the work loomed high, bearing its weight down on his thin shoulders, Jon decided it would be better for everyone if he actually got some sleep that night.

[sheerfreesia007]

Finding Love In Legacy Oaks pt. 11

Title: Finding Love In Legacy Oaks pt. 11

Fandom: Kingsman

Pairing: Agent Whiskey x OFC

Author: @sheerfreesia007​

Words: 7,484

Warnings: Mention of injury

Permanent Tag List: @paintballkid711, @fioccodineveautunnale, @phoenixhalliwell, @linkpk88, @weirdowithnobeardo

Author Notes: So Bunny’s life isn’t all rainbow and sunshine, I’m just trying to write relatable things into this story and loved the idea of this happening to Bunny. There’s a method to madness for putting Bunny through a little bit of pain. Jack opens up a little bit about his family finally! We get a bit of family history from both Bunny and Jack. I can’t wait to show you how I draw these two idiots closer together! Hope you enjoy!

Gif Credit: Google

Blinking her eyes rapidly Bunny sighed softly and rubbed at them feeling how strained and tired they were. Quickly saving her work on her laptop she closes down the web design program and powers down her laptop closing the lid. She turns in her desk chair and spots Butter sleeping in the plush dog bed that she keeps in her office, his tongue as always hanging out of his mouth as he lays on his back with his feet in the air. She chuckled softly, shaking her head as she heard him snore loudly from his comfortable spot. Just then her cellphone began ringing and she saw that Jack was calling her. Furrowing her eyebrows she answered the call and pressed the phone to her ear.

“Hey Jack, everything alright?” she greeted him and heard his soft warm chuckle on the other side of the phone.

“Hey Bunny, everything’s good. Just got a few moments to kill, you got time to just chat?” he asks warmly and Bunny can feel a warmth start to develop in her chest at the idea that he just wanted to call her to talk. Brining one foot up to rest on the desk chair she leans back and gets comfortable in the chair.

“Of course, you’ve got impeccable timing Jack.” Bunny replied with a soft chuckle.

“Work dragging you down?” he asked curiously and Bunny could hear shifting in the background on his end of the call, he was probably getting comfortable himself.

“Not dragging me down, but I’ve been staring at my laptop screen for the last few hours and it’s starting to do a number on my eyes. Thankfully I was able to get a good chunk of this project planned and mapped out.” She explained easily as she snuggled further into her desk feeling the cushions sink and surround her.

“Does that normally take a long time to get done?” Jack asks and Bunny is was pleasantly surprised at his questions, normally people didn’t really care to learn about the process of designing a website.

“Depending on what the client actually wants it could take a few hours to code the links and pages to open the right way. But normally it takes about half a day to plan and map out the website.” Bunny explained in layman terms so that she wouldn’t confuse him.

“And what’s the next step after that?” Jack asked curiously. Bunny smiled as she thought about the next part of the project that she would have to work on, it was her favorite part.

“Designing the face of the website. See the planning and mapping of the website is the background work, it’s how the website is coded to work. If you click on a link and it brings you to another page that’s the mapping part of it. The design is how it looks to the client. I can make it look a certain way based on what the client has requested.” Bunny explained passionately as she started getting even more comfortable in the conversation about her work.

“What was the most outlandish website you’ve been asked to design?” Jack asks with a soft chuckle and Bunny sits for a minute to think.

“I had a client come to me and request a website be made for his young daughter. Apparently she wanted a place to be able to post all about her latest obsessions. But there was no rhyme or reason to the website, random music played on different pages and the mouse would be different shapes for different pages. And it would randomly have sparkles falling like snow on the pages. Think of that Myspace era and dial it up to thousand percent. That project gave me so many headaches I think I invested in the aspirin companies.” Bunny explained with a groan and Jack laughed loudly on the other end of the phone call.

“Oh goodness, I remember those fads. They were horrible now that we’re well past them. I’m lucky that Es wasn’t old enough for that back then otherwise I’d be tortured by all of that. What was your favorite website design?” he said as he still chuckled.

“Oh yeah she’d have loved all of that stuff. What with her love of sparkle I’m surprised she hasn’t gotten you just let her glitter her whole room.” Bunny laughed happily and Jack scoffed softly.

“Don’t you dare give her that idea! She’s already tried to convince me to let her get more sparkly items for her room. I think my eyes are constantly blinded whenever I have to walk into or even past it. Bunny, too much sparkle.” Jack bemoaned to her and Bunny burst into laughter.

“Alright, alright I won’t mention glitter to her.” Bunny conceded as she laughed delightedly. She grinned as a lull in the conversation happened naturally and they both calmed a little.

“So favorite project?” Jack asked again. And Bunny grinned as she remembered her favorite project that she worked on.

“I have an annual client who comes to me to design her family reunion website. Nice elderly lady with a very large family, I’m talking like the last reunion two years ago had I think twenty grandkids. She normally contacts me in the beginning of spring to start designing the website so that it’s ready for early summer and their reunion is towards the end of the summer. It’s a week-long event for them where they go to the family lake cabin and just spend the week doing boating activities, there’s competitions between each branch of the family and there’s nightly outdoor movies and bonfires. It’s a lovely affair and all their pictures are so funny to see when she sends them to me to place on the website. It’s my favorite project because she’s such a sweet woman and I love listening to all her stories she tells me.” Bunny said warmly as she leaned further into her desk fondly remembering all the conversations she’s had with the woman.

“Have you ever met her in person?” Jack asks curiously and Bunny’s smile falters a little bit. “I only ask because you sound like she’s gotten close to you after being a client for a while.”

“Yes, I’ve worked with her for about five years now and have met with her in person every year while working with her on the websites. We usually go out to a long lunch and just spend the day talking about life and how we’ve been and also about the project. She’s truly a wonderful woman and she’s become kind of like a surrogate mom to me since mine lives so far away. But her family reunions are always fun to hear about and all the crazy adventures they get into.” Bunny says wistfully.

“You like the outdoors Bunny?” Jack asked warmly and Bunny grins widely at the question.

“I do, my family was always big on camping when I was growing up and while I don’t get to go as much now I still love to go camping and hiking. Butter and I have done a few mountain hiking trails together.” Bunny said fondly as she remembers her adventures with Butter.

“No way! Butter can hike? I’m surprised that little sausage roll can make it up your steps every day.” Jack teases and Bunny laughs into the phone.

“It’s all fur, don't let that fiend fool you.” Bunny said in a quiet confession and Jack laughed happily.

“Do you like outdoor activities?” Bunny asked curiously and Jack’s laughter faded in her ear.

“I do but it’s a little different than your idea of outdoors. My family back in Kentucky owns a large farm and I grew up there. Worked on the farm until I went to college and whenever I had a break I would come back home and help out when I could. Unfortunately when I started my career in security I wasn’t able to come home as often and help out. But the family still has the farm and it’s prospering so they’re all doing well for themselves.” Jack explained easily and Bunny nodded her head loving that he was actually sharing some information about himself with her. “We used to go out into the pasture a lot during the summers and sleep under the stars with a small campfire. It’s one of my favorite memories about the farm and my siblings.” Jack confessed warmly and Bunny felt that warmth that had started to grow in her chest began to spread and consume her body as she listened to Jack talk about his family’s farm.

“Do you have a lot of siblings?” Bunny asked, wanting to keep the conversation going and gather as much information about Jack as she was able to. He was still a mystery to her and while she knew he was a good man and cared greatly for his daughter she still didn’t know much about him. She wanted to begin a friendship that could hopefully turn into something so much more. And while they had begun flirting and teasing each other Bunny was ready to wait to see how this relationship blossomed. After the hell that she had been put through by her ex-husband Bunny was more than happy to wait and see how a relationship now panned out.

“I’ve got two sisters, one older that’s Rebecca or Becca. She's I think a year or two older than me. Then there’s Amelia, she’s the younger one, she’s five years younger. And finally there’s the baby of the family Will, he’s the youngest but don’t tell him that sometimes he acts like the oldest out of the four of us.” Jack replied easily and Bunny could hear the affection full in his tone over the phone. She could easily tell that he loved and cared deeply for his siblings. She smiled softly as she nodded her head. “What about you? Is it just you and your sister?” Jack asked.

“Actually I’ve got three siblings. There’s Sasha that you know about, she was adopted when I was eight and she’s two years younger than me, she’s the only one of us who’s got kids. Then there’s Jake, he was adopted when I was eleven he’s three years younger. And Freddie is five years younger than me and he was adopted when I was sixteen.” Bunny said smiling as she thought back to when her siblings were adopted and the parties that were thrown.

“So you’ve been through the adoption process?” Jack asks curiously and Bunny has to stomp down the urge and desire to be Esme’s mom that she had the other night at the sleepover.

“Yeah it was a bit hectic as a kid because my parents fostered a lot of kids while growing up and it was both good and bad. The kids that we were fostering, some had some serious mental health issues, like Sasha she has horrendous panic attacks and anxiety attacks all throughout her foster life with us. She still gets it sometimes but they’re not as severe she’s told me. And Freddie has bipolar disorder that he’s managing with a team of doctors, he’s got his good days and then he’s got some really bad days. I check up on him a couple times a month just to see how he’s doing and if he needs anything.” Bunny explained feeling a dull achy pain in her chest as she talked about her siblings’ mental issues. She hated seeing them troubled and if she could take away their pain she would in a heartbeat, Sasha and Freddie were the best type of people and the fact that they had to deal with these issues pained Bunny. She knew they were dealt a hard life but she hoped that by joining her family they had found some sort of peace, and while they had told her this before she hoped it was true.

“Wow, I didn’t realize that the foster kids your parents helped were dealing with those types of issues.” Jack said solemnly.

“Yeah there were others who needed more help than my parents could offer or give and those were the ones that were either placed with another foster family or the state government eventually took custody of them. They became a ward of the state.” Bunny explained softly.

“Well I’m hoping they got the necessary care they needed wherever they ended up.” Jack said in a calm, easing voice.

“I do too.” Bunny replied easily before her mind turned back to Esme once more and the sleepover fiasco was in the forefront of her brain again. “Hey while we’re talking about this stuff. I-uh wanted to let you know that Es had a run in with Cynthia and it wasn’t pretty.” Bunny began to explain. She took a breath in and heard absolute silence on the other end of the call and for a moment she thought the call had dropped. She began to move the phone away from her ear to check when she heard Jack’s deadly calm voice speak up.

“What did Cynthia do to Esme?” he asked in such a harsh cold tone that Bunny physically shivered in her seat.

“Es got caught up in all the excitement with the other girls at the sleepover and called me Mom in front of everyone. Cynthia heard and was a bit of a nasty witch to her and to be honest I can’t remember the exact words because I only saw red and ripped her a new one for her shit talking, but anyway she said something about needing to talk to you about her hanging out with me too much that she was thinking I was her mom.” Bunny explained in a rush as she felt the white hot blind rage she felt after Cynthia snapped at Esme.

“Easy Bunny, easy.” Jack said softly and Bunny took in a deep breath before letting it out slowly. “Es called you mom?” Jack asked quietly and Bunny felt her heart clench suddenly at his question.

“She did. And Jack I don’t mind one bit. She just got caught up in the chaotic energy the girls were causing and it was just a slip of the tongue. Honest.” Bunny said quickly to try and ease him if he was having second thoughts of her being around Esme so much. “And I talked to Es about it. Told her it’s no big deal and that I’d be lucky to have her as a kid. But I told her what Cynthia said was uncalled for and that she didn’t have to listen to her since she was mean to Es.”

Bunny felt uneasy as if she was rambling as she tried to explain to Jack what had happened the other night and as the silence fell over the phone conversation she felt her anxiety skyrocket inside her. She tried to wait patiently for Jack to say something but when he didn’t say anything after a while she sighed softly, figuring that he’d want to put a stop to them spending so much time together.

“I understand if you don’t want me watching her anymore or taking her to yoga.” Bunny said softly and dejectedly.

“Now hang on.” Jack said suddenly and confidently. “That’s not at all what I want.” Bunny heard his firm words and she felt hope unfurl in her chest making her breath catch silently. “You have been the best thing that has happened to both Esme and myself. You’ve helped me out so much with watching her for me. And Esme has had a rough time making friends in her new neighborhood and school but you’ve done wonders for her confidence that she now has a few friends. Bunny you not being in our lives is the last thing I would want.” Jack stated vehemently and Bunny felt tears prick at her eyes. “I’m more upset that Cynthia had the nerve to say something to Es about calling you mom. I can’t believe that woman.” He said honestly and Bunny sighed softly as she nodded her head.

“Yeah Cynthia I think has it in her head that the two of you are becoming a hot item.” Bunny said thoughtfully and Jack scoffed over the phone.

“She’s married Bunny.” Jack lamented softly to her and Bunny nodded her head at his words.

“I know that, but I don’t think she cares. Ever since I’ve met her she’s always been looking for the next best thing for herself.” Bunny said truthfully.

“She’s always been like this? It’s not just because of me?” Jack asked seriously and Bunny smirked softly, seeing an opportunity for her.

“You’re handsome Jack but you’re no Mark Strong.” Bunny teased him as she grinned widely.

“Oh ho! So you dig the older men huh Bunny?” Jack teased right back and Bunny blushed deeply.

“What can I say, he's dreamy.” Bunny said dismissively and Jack laughed softly.

“Well now I know who my competition is then.” Jack said sultrily and Bunny felt desire jolt down her spine making her gasp softly.

“C-competition?” she stuttered out softly before she heard muffled talking in the background on Jack’s end of the phone call. She could hear Jack responding to whoever was with him distantly as her mind began to race with the thought that Jack was competing for her affection.

“Hey listen Bunny I’ve got to get goin’. Thanks for taking my call and chattin’ with me. Tell Es I’ll give her a call at dinner time alright?” Jack said and Bunny let out her breath slowly through her nose.

“Yeah of course. I’ll let her know. I’ve gotta start getting ready to go get her from the bus stop anyway. We’ll talk to you then.” Bunny began to quickly ramble and she cringed softly as she heard his soft chuckle.

“And yes competition. Can’t let a Brit git one over the good ol’ American boy. Talk to you later Bunny.” Jack said in a low gravelly tone that made Bunny suddenly tense with arousal as she heard his tone and words. And then the line was hung up.

Huffing softly she slouched in her chair and pulled the phone from her ear slowly. Setting it down on the desk gently she turned and saw Butter was still passed out in his bed. Running a hand through her hair Bunny sighed softly.

“That man’s got a seductive tongue.” She said softly to the quiet office and Butter huffed in his sleep making her chuckle softly. “You said it Butter.”

*-*-*-*

As soon as Esme walked down the bus steps Bunny could tell that she was feeling down. Tilting her head to the side she watched as Esme walked down the sidewalk towards. The two older girls from the last bullying instance were walking behind her giggling and whispering to each other and Bunny felt rage rush her body with red hot anger. The girls looked up from Esme’s back and both instantly stopped talking as they spotted Bunny glaring at them.

“Girls.” Bunny said stiffly as Esme came to a stop next to her and the girls both gulped silently before one hesitantly let out a smile before the two made a dash for their houses. Bunny sighed softly and looked down at Esme who was dejectedly scuffing her sneakers on the sidewalk. “Bad day at school?” Bunny asked softly.

Esme shrugged her shoulders and continued to scuff her sneakers on the sidewalk. Butter looked up at Esme curiously before head-butting her calf with his head. Esme moved a little bit before stepping to the side to avoid Butter doing that again.

“Yep, bad day at school. Why don’t we go for a walk and if you wanna talk I’m all ears. If not, it's no big deal.” Bunny said softly as she looked down at Esme. Esme shrugged her shoulders once more and Bunny nodded her head before gently holding out her hand for Esme. The little girl took a hold of it after a moment's pause and Bunny began leading her and Butter towards the main park area of the community.

The three of them walked in silence and Bunny kept her head held high not wanting to constantly look down at Esme. She was worried it’d upset the little girl more if she constantly tried to check in with her. As the three of them finish crossing the street to the park area Esme starts to slowly perk up.

“Hey Bunny?” she asks suddenly and Bunny hides her smile as much as she possibly can and looks down at the little girl at her side.

“What’s up Es?” Bunny answers in a question and Esme smiles softly at her.

“Have you ever called someone Mom who wasn’t your mom?” Esme asks softly and Bunny nods her head adamantly.

“Oh yeah! So many women.” Bunny said with wide eyes and Esme giggled softly. “I’ve called a bunch of my teachers in school Mom. Let’s see who else, oh! I called Molly’s mom that once and she wouldn’t let me live it down. Wouldn’t stop insisting she was my mom now. And then there was that time that I accidentally called Mr. Quinten dad and it was a whole big thing with him.” Bunny confessed as she sighed and rolled her eyes. Esme giggled brightly as she walked next to Bunny as she began to skip alongside her. “Look Es, there’s nothing wrong with calling someone Mom. It happens all the time.” Bunny stressed earnestly as she stopped walking and bent down to Esme’s level.

“Really?” asked the little girl as she looked at Bunny with a lost expression on her face.

“Yep. Sometimes we just forget where we are and the name just comes out. Other times we see the person we called Mom as a mother figure. It just means that you see that person as someone who you can trust and go to for anything. And I’ll let you in on a secret, come here.” Bunny said surreptitiously as she gestured Esme closer to her. “It means so much to me that you could think of me like that. And I will do my best to be there for you no matter what, understand? You’re stuck with me kiddo.” She said fondly as she nudged Esme under her chin making her giggle. Just then Esme launched herself against Bunny and Bunny caught her easily in her arms holding her close to her.

“Thanks Bunny.” Esme whispered softly.

“Any time kiddo. Any time.” Bunny said softly into the little girl’s hair. “Now what do you say to go for a walk and just hang out before we crack down on homework and then dinner?” Bunny asked hopefully that the little girl was feeling a little bit better.

“Yeah! Oh can we roll down that hill over there?” Esme asked, suddenly excited as she pointed to the medium sized hill that obscured the soccer field from view. Bunny shrugged her shoulders before grinning at Esme and taking off with Butter running besides her.

“Beat you to the top!” Bunny called and Esme shrieked with indignation as she began running as quickly as her little legs could carry her after Bunny.

“You cheated!” Esme cried as she began chasing after Bunny.

“Only if I win!” Bunny called over her shoulder laughing heartily before she began huffing dramatically as Esme caught up to her. Esme giggled as Butter barked chaotically at Bunny’s side as if he was trying to get her to pick up her pace. Once Bunny saw Esme pass her she began to overtly huff and puff as she chased the little girl up the hill.

“I win!” called Esme and began to dance in celebration as she reached the top before Bunny. Bunny made a show of bending over and gasping for breath which made Esme laugh harder. Butter hopped around Bunny barking at her and Bunny laughed softly at the dog as he did his best impression of an angry coach. “Ok, ok. Let’s do this!” cried Esme happily as she threw her back pack to the ground and began to lower herself down to the ground at the top of the hill.

“Alright you go first and then when you come up I’ll go.” Bunny instructed and Esme looked up at her gleefully. “What? You thought I wouldn’t roll down a hill? I’ll have you know I’m an expert roller.” Bunny said self-importantly and Esme burst into happy laughter before she shook her head.

“Bunny!” The little girl drew out the name in an exasperated tone and Bunny laughed softly before gesturing for Esme to go. Butter began to bark excitedly and was jumping around Bunny’s legs as Esme prepped herself to roll down the hill.

“Alright I’m gonna time ya. On your mark!” Bunny called happily and Butter began to jump more furiously around her. “Get set!” was the next call out and Esme prepared to begin rolling as Butter began barking like crazy. “Go!” called Bunny and instantly realized her mistake as Esme began rolling down the hill at a moderate speed.

Suddenly Bunny’s legs were knocked out from underneath herself as Butter took off down the hill dragging Bunny along after him. Shrieking in surprise Bunny heard a distinct crack and felt the back of her head bounce on the ground when she met the ground. Groaning in pain she raised her hand to her head before feeling her arm being jerked after Butter as he dashed down the hill after Esme. Bunny felt every hit with the ground as Butter dragged her down the hill and she moaned softly as he finally came to a stop at the base of the hill.

“Bunny!” cried Esme worriedly and Bunny peeked one eye open to stare over at the little girl as she got up and rushed over to her. Bunny could feel the aches in her body from when she had collided with the ground. Gritting her teeth and hissing softly as she shifted on the ground trying to sit up.

“I’m okay Es. Butter just got a little too excited.” Bunny began to reassure Esme as she saw the little girl’s face filled with worry and concern. Bunny set her hand down on the ground and moved to sit up on the grass. Hissing in pain Bunny quickly pulled her wrist up to her chest and clutched it there for a moment feeling the sharp pain coursing through her wrist. She laid there for a moment with her eyes shut clutching her aching wrist to her chest trying to breathe through the pain.

“Bunny?” Esme asked softly and Bunny opened her eyes to see Esme now kneeling next to her body as Butter crawled along the ground towards the two of them.

“I should be okay just banged up.” Bunny reassured her and sat up completely still keeping her wrist close to her body to limit the chance of irritating it further. Shifting on the ground to get into a better sitting position she felt a sharp twinge coming from her right ankle. Moaning softly her right hand fell to her ankle to try and steady it as pain jolted quickly up her leg making her muscles seize. “Nope, nope. Not okay. Let me just see if I can stand up for a second. Hey Es, can you come hold Butter’s leash for me?”

Es stood quickly from her kneeling spot and gently unwound Butter’s leash that was wrapped around Bunny’s left wrist and arm. She led Butter a step or two away from Bunny as she stood there watching silently with worried eyes.

Bunny rolled onto her knees and gritted her teeth as she felt the pain in her ankle begin to throb. Slowly blowing out a breath through her mouth Bunny used her left leg to push up from the ground. Taking in a few quick breaths Bunny stood on her left leg and tentatively placed her right foot down flush with the ground. Placing a little more weight on it she felt it suddenly give out and she collapsed to the ground on her knees groaning in pain at the impact.

“Definitely not okay.” she said softly and felt tears prick her eyes as the pain consumed her suddenly. Quickly blinking the tears away she looked over and saw Esme shifting on her feet with watery eyes. “Hey it’s okay. We just need to go to the hospital. I'm pretty sure I broke my ankle.”

“Oh Bunny!” Esme cried softly and Bunny shook her head as she settled back onto the ground.

“Es do you see my phone anywhere? I need to call an ambulance, I can’t stand on my right leg.” Bunny said as she began patting down her pockets not feeling her phone. Esme looked around the ground in the area that they had landed before darting over to the side where the phone laid in the grass. Bunny grimaced as she shifted on the ground and grunted softly in pain as her ankle was jostled before turning to see Esme already holding her phone to her ear. Bunny watched in surprise as Esme effortlessly called 911 for her.

“Hi, I need an ambulance to Legacy Oaks community. My babysitter fell down a hill and she can’t stand on her right leg and her left hand hurts.” Esme explained easily and Bunny tilted her head slightly at how calm Esme was as she talked to the 911 operator. “Yes she’s breathing and sitting up. We are at the main field area by the soccer field. Closest intersection is Main Street and West Legacy Boulevard. Ok hold on.” Esme relayed easily before moving closer to Bunny and holding out her phone to her. “They want to ask you some medical questions.” Esme said hurriedly as she came to Bunny’s side and handed over her phone.

“Hello?” Bunny asked, still in shock at Esme’s behavior as she watched the little girl take a seat next to her and began to coo at Butter.

“Yes ma’am, we have an ambulance on their way to you and I just need to ask a few more questions.” Said the operator and Bunny nodded her head slightly.

“Of course.” She replied as her eyes stayed glued to Esme who was sitting there rubbing Butter’s back letting her fingers drag through his fur.

“So it’s your right ankle that is injured?” asked the operator and Bunny could hear keyboard keys clacking in the background and other voices relaying information about other calls.

“I can’t put any pressure on my right ankle, my leg gives out when I try to. And my left wrist is throbbing with pain whenever I move it.” Bunny relayed to the operator and heard the clicking of the keyboard as she talked.

“Ok, I’ve already let the ambulance crew know and they are on their way. Is there any special directions for them on how to find you?” asked the operator.

“No, we’re the only ones here in the main park area. They’ll be able to see us.” Bunny said and watched as Esme looked over at her silently.

“Ok, if anything changes, call us back but the ambulance should be there shortly.” Said the operator and Bunny thanked him before hanging up the phone.

“I have to call Jeremy and see if he could come grab Butter before the ambulance gets here. Are you okay?” Bunny explained as she looked down to her cracked phone screen and pulled up Jeremy’s contact info with a little difficulty before she looked up at Esme. Placing the phone at her ear she watched Esme look at her with slightly teary eyes and a worried face.

“Hey Bun-Bun!” cheered Jeremy happily as he answered the phone after two rings.

“Hey Jer, I have to go to the hospital. I’m okay but I think I broke or sprained my ankle and wrist really badly. Es and I are at the main park with Butter, would you be able to come get Butter before the ambulance gets here?” she quickly relayed to him hoping he’d be able to help her out.

“Of course, I’m just getting ready for work so I can swing by now and grab him. No problem. Are you sure you’re okay? Is Esme okay?” he responded easily before asking about the well-being of her and Esme.

“We’re okay, I think just a little shaken up is all.” Bunny said softly as she watched Esme sniffle softly and swipe her hand under her nose.

“Okay, I’m on my way. I'll be there in two minutes.” Jeremy said quickly and Bunny said goodbye before hanging up the phone.

“Are you okay sweetheart?” Bunny asked softly as she focused fully on Esme. The little girl looked at her with such saddened eyes that Bunny felt such a severe urge to pull her close and reassure her, but when her body shifted to move closer to Esme she gritted her teeth as pain shot up her leg and arm. “C’mere.” She cooed softly to Esme and the little girl moved closer to her side and pressed gently into it resting her head on Bunny’s right shoulder. “I promise I’m okay. Just probably broken bones. No big deal, okay?” she reassured the little girl as she gently wrapped her right arm low around Esme’s lower back.

“It’s my fault.” Esme said sorrowfully in a low tone and Bunny immediately shook her head at the girl’s words.

“No it’s not sweetheart. Accidents happen and it’s more my fault.” Bunny said easily as she kept shaking her head. Esme turned to look up at her confused. “I said ready, set, go and Butter knows those are play words. So I should have known better. It’s not your fault Es. Don’t think that it is because that’s the farthest from the truth.” Bunny said adamantly as she watched Esme closely.

“But if I didn’t want to roll down the hill then this wouldn’t have happened.” Esme said softly in such a heartbroken tone that Bunny felt her heart clench in response.

“Uh if you recall I also wanted to roll down the hill missy.” Bunny teased softly and Esme scoffed softly as her shoulders slumped forward. “Hey, I’m serious. It’s not your fault that I got hurt. It was just something that happened, it’s really no one’s fault.”

“But Bunny!” Esme cried indignantly as she tried to convince Bunny once more that it was her fault.

“Look, you couldn’t have predicted that this would have happened. And it’s not like you wanted me to get hurt when we decided to roll down the hill, right? And you didn’t push me. So it is not your fault. Accidents happen, we just have to deal with them and move on. Okay?” Bunny said firmly as she stared down at Esme. “Trust me I’m not mad or upset. My bones will heal and maybe if it’s broken I’ll get a cool cast and you can draw and sign it for me.”

“But-“ Esme began again and Bunny quickly shook her head as interrupted the little girl.

“Nope. No buts. It’s no one’s fault. I won’t hear anything else about it.” Bunny insisted as she shook her head at the little girl.

“Fine, but I still feel bad.” Esme huffed out softly and Bunny smiled warmly at her.

“You can feel bad for me all you want. It’ll help me lay it on thick to Jeremy and your Dad to help me out if it’s broken.” Bunny said, nodding her head eagerly and Esme giggled softly.

“I can help you too.” Esme said cheerily and Bunny nodded exaggeratedly making Esme giggle again.

“Uh duh. You’re definitely gonna be my number one helper.” Bunny said fondly and Esme nodded her head confidently as she watched Bunny determinedly. “Oh reminds me I should call your Dad and let him know what’s going on.” She said absentmindedly when suddenly Jeremy’s bright yellow jeep pulled up to the curb and Butter started barking excitedly as he recognized the car.

Bunny sat next to Esme as the two of them watched as Jeremy hopped out of the jeep in his security guard uniform and rushed over to them. He had a concerned expression on his face as he walked over to them and his eyes were darting first around Esme and then landed on Bunny.

“Are you okay?” he asked worriedly and Bunny nodded her head as she gritted her teeth when her wrist protested with her shifting movement on the ground.

“Yeah, just banged up. Took a tumble down the hill that’s all.” Bunny said as Jeremy came to a stop standing in front of her splayed legs. He looked down at her with a soft fond look in his eyes after he heard her explanation.

“You’re always getting up to something aren’t you?” he teased softly and Bunny stuck her tongue out at him making Esme giggle softly.

“First time it’s because I wanted to roll down a hill.” Bunny retorted and Jeremy scoffed softly.

“First time for everything trouble maker.” He quipped back and Bunny laughed as she shook her head at him.

“Whatever man.” She bemoaned to him as she shifted again on the ground and gritted her teeth as pain coursed through her again.

“So what hurts and how can I help?” he asked kindly and Bunny smiled in thanks to him.

“My right ankle and leg are in a lot of pain whenever I move it and I can’t put pressure on it. And my left wrist is in a lot of pain too. Not sure but I might have a concussion too, banged my head a few times on the ground as I came down.” Bunny relayed to him and Jeremy whistled low, Bunny nodded her head in response to his whistle and gritted her teeth as a dull ache began to form in her brain.

“Man you know how to fall hard when you do huh?” Jeremy asked teasingly and Bunny chuckled at him.

“What can I say? Gotta do it right the first time right?” she asked and Jeremy shook his head at her. Just as Jeremy was moving closer to her and Esme they all spotted the ambulance driving down the street. Jeremy turned and waved them down as Bunny shifted again and felt Esme lean slightly closer to her. “I’m okay. It’s gonna be okay, I promise.” Bunny reassured her softly as the paramedics parked the ambulance and hopped out.

“Hey guys, she’s over here.” Jeremy said easily as he directed the paramedics to Bunny.

“Are you her husband?” asked the male paramedic as he looked from Jeremy over to Bunny and Bunny grinned as she fluttered her eyelashes at Jeremy who laughed at Bunny’s antics.

“No, just my best friend.” Jeremy said fondly as he walked over with the paramedic.

“So what happened miss?” asked the younger female paramedic who was now kneeling down at Bunny’s other side with the medical bag set on the ground next to her. Bunny watched as she looked across Bunny to Esme and smiled softly at her. “Don’t worry honey, we're going to take good care of your babysitter.”

“Got knocked down the hill by my overly excited dog.” Bunny said as she gestured with her chin to Butter who was now rolling in the grass on his back trying to get the paramedics’ attention. Both paramedics laughed at Butter and Jeremy just shook his head as Esme giggled softly. “Banged my head a couple of times on the ground, did something to my left wrist, it's throbbing in pain, and my right ankle is in a lot of pain too. Can’t put any weight on the right leg either, tried to stand up and my leg gave out.” She explained as they all looked at her and Esme who was still cuddled into her side.

“Ok, well I suggest we take you to the hospital to get your wrist and ankle checked out to see if you just sprained them or broke them. Also if you choose to let us take you we’ll check for concussion in the ambulance. We can’t force you but that’s what I suggest.” Said the female and male nodded as he stood next to Jeremy.

“Yeah, let's go to the hospital.” Bunny said, nodding her head.

“Okay, Chase, can you grab the stretcher while I start her paperwork?” the female asked as picked up her metal clipboard and began filling out the paperwork with Bunny right there. “Do you want us to take her in the ambulance as well or will your friend be taking her?” the woman asked as she nodded her head at Esme. Bunny felt Esme’s hands come up to clutch at her bicep and she leaned closer to her silently.

“She’s gonna go with me if that’s alright with you guys.” She replied and felt Esme relax against her a little bit. The woman nodded her head and winked at Esme who smiled softly and relaxed further against Bunny.

“No problem with us.” She answered with a smile and finished filling out the paperwork. Bunny’s eyes darted over to Jeremy who was walking with Chase as he wheeled the stretcher over towards them. Once it was lowered to the ground Bunny looked over at Jeremy for some help which he gladly stepped over.

“I’m gonna just lift her up onto the stretcher. It’ll be easier.” Jeremy explained as he squatted down next to Bunny and Esme. “Hey Es, do me a favor and just hold onto Butter for me while I put Bunny on the stretcher okay. Once I’m done and they load her up in the ambulance you’ll be able to get in with her.” Jeremy said softly and kindly to the little girl who was still pressed up against Bunny’s side. Bunny could see the worry flash across Esme’s face and Bunny nodded her head at her.

“Don’t worry, I won’t let them leave without you. You’re coming with me.” Bunny reassured her and Esme looked up at her with concern. “Here take my phone that way you know for sure you’re coming with me since we still gotta call your Dad and let him know what’s up.” Bunny said as she handed over her phone to Esme who quickly took it and Butter’s leash leading him a few steps away from the stretcher.

“Alright c’mon lady let’s get you up on that stretcher.” Jeremy said as he slid his arms underneath Bunny’s knees and behind her back before standing up with her cradled in his arms. Bunny gritted her teeth lightly when her ankle fell with gravity as Jeremy lifted her. “I got you sorry.” Jeremy apologized and Bunny shook her head at him.

“No worries, it's okay.” Bunny said softly as he set her down on the stretcher and Chase lifted it up gently.

“Hey call me if you guys need anything and when you get done with everything and I’ll come pick you two up. That way you won’t have to worry about anything okay?” Jeremy said as Chase began to wheel you towards the ambulance.

“Okay. You sure? I’m sure I could call a taxi or something.” Bunny said as they all began walking towards the ambulance behind her.

“Yeah, call me and I’ll come pick you up. You’re already gonna have a lot going on so just call me.” Jeremy insisted and Bunny nodded her head as she watched him turn to Esme and held his hand out for the leash. “C’mon sweetheart let’s let them get her loaded up and then I’ll help you up there.”

“Thanks Jeremy.” Esme said softly as she hung back with Jeremy as the paramedics loaded Bunny into the back of the ambulance. Once they were done Bunny looked out at Esme and gestured her up once the female paramedic got situated in the back with her.

“Alright honey you’re gonna come sit on the bench over here okay?” she said as pointed to the bench seat next to Bunny’s stretcher on her left side. Bunny watched quietly as Esme climbed into the back with Jeremy’s help and came to sit down on the bench. When she was finally settled in her seat she gripped onto the stretcher railing and watched anxiously as the woman began to get a blood pressure cuff secured on Bunny.

“Alright we’re good to go. We’ll be heading to Three Sisters’ Hospital.” Chase said easily to everyone as he began to close the back of the ambulance. Bunny smiled at Jeremy as he nodded at her and then turned to Esme trying to ease her as they began their trek to the hospital.

[deeneee]

Crazy Fool [Eren x Reader] smut

Note: Here is a _**smut **_that i did for Eren because I felt like it :)

Warning: contains spoilers after season 3 part 2, so if you are not caught up with the manga, do not read!

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There he was again. He stood in front of you, different and cold. The basket in your hands fell to the ground and the fruits rolled away. His eyes, the same turquoise colored eyes remained the same, but it was dull, the spark gone. His hair was long and framed his face, and the stub along his chin and upper lip had grown. He was taller, and his vibe felt different. It was as if he was a new man— someone else. “[Name],” he said your name, and you could feel your eyes begin to burn. His hands were tied behind his back and you could see the Corps soldiers behind him. “You’re not in the Survey Corps anymore.” His voice was monotone, and you swallowed your saliva that had somehow grown thick. You were too shocked to speak, and so you took a step forward, eyebrows furrowed. Did he really do what he told you before he left? You gazed into his eyes, pleading for answers, but he averted his gaze. You closed your eyes, exhaling as the tears began to stroll down your cheeks. 

"Do you know what you've done?" Your voice cracked as you opened your eyes. His eyes stayed averted, and he didn't look at you. You sniffled and wiped your tears and then looked over at Mikasa, who walked up to you and saluted.

"Eren insisted on spending the day with you, [Name]," Mikasa said. 

"As a prisoner?" you narrowed your eyes. 

"No. . .as your friend," Eren spoke, and you looked up at him. 

"Captain Levi allowed this?" You questioned, your eyes never leaving him. 

"Yes, he did. We'll be nearby in case he tries to escape." You let out a shaky sigh and then walked over to him. Eren turned around immediately and you grabbed your knife from your apron and cut the rope on his wrist. 

--

You took Eren on a small hike towards a small lake, a mile away from your little cottage. Mikasa and the others followed a couple meters behind, while the both of you walked side by side. The sun was up and high, but in a hour or two, the sun was bound to set. The sound of twigs and leaves being crunched filled the heavy silence, and the occasional chirps of various birds. Your white blouse flowed and your light brown skirt swayed and lightly bumped against your ankles every step you took, while your [h/c] hair swayed side to side. ". . .You seem comfortable," Eren spoke up and you sighed, looking up at the trees that hung above you. 

"I wish I were," you replied. "You look like shit." 

"That's nice to know," Eren muttered, "but, you. . .look beautiful as ever." You laughed bitterly and ran a hand through your tresses. Who does he think he is? He disappears for awhile and thinks he can just try to butter me up? You bit your lip and kept your thoughts to yourself. Instead, you decided to talk about yourself to forget about what had happened. 

"I've been living in my cottage for a couple of months now. Farming isn't my thing, but I've grown a bit fond of it. The chickens and pigs that I own are actually pretty cute, despite them being smelly. Every evening, I lay down outside and watch the stars, praying that everyone in the Survey Corps remain safe," you went on and on, telling him everything that you've been doing since he had disappeared. Eventually, you both made it to the lake. The lake was nice and relaxing as you continued with your little stories. The both of you sat down on a rock, sitting with your backs together. Eren was very interested in it, you could tell. Even if the others thought he looked uninterested, you could tell by how his fingers twiddled near yours. You knew Eren, but not like how Mikasa and Armin knew him. Maybe it was because you and Eren loved each other at one point. Maybe that's why. Eren barely spoke, but that was okay. You knew he was going through something worse than everyone else, and it didn't need to be announced. You’d always have his back and you trusted him completely. "Yeah, and that's what I've been through so far." You looked up and didn't even realize the sun was already beginning to set. You quickly stood up and looked at his back, only realizing how big his back had gotten. Your heart squeezed tightly and you sighed, "Let's get going." 

--

You all finally made it back to your home, and Eren stood in front of you as if he was expecting something. "Invite me in." You could see Mikasa behind Eren furrow her brows in confusion. You stared at him, and you sighed, then nodded. 

“Alright, I’ll show you inside,” you muttered and went for your front door, unlocking it. 

“Eren, Captain Levi didn’t grant you permission for this,” you heard Mikasa whisper. You turned to Mikasa.

”It’s alright, Mikasa. I’ll hold responsible if anything happens,” you said and she reluctantly backed away, while Eren walked pass you and inside. The others behind Mikasa seemed skeptical, besides Armin, who nodded at you. You walked inside and closed the door behind you. 

“You think this is a good idea?” Jean questioned and Armin sighed. 

“Eren would never hurt [Name], so it’s fine,” Armin answered. 

--

You sat across from Eren and stared at his figure. He sat on the cushioned chair, while you sat on the wooden two seated chair. It was small inside, but it was homey. His big figure slightly relaxed into the chair and you sat up straight. You knew what he was going to tell you, and that scared you. He looked straight into your eyes and began telling you what he did. “I killed people from Marley. A lot of them,” he started. “They cried, screamed, and cursed.” You couldn’t look at him anymore and instead opted to stare at his knees. Your fingers clutched your skirt and you let out a shaky breath. “I obtained the War Hammer Titan and got Sasha killed.” Your head shot up and your eyes widened. Sasha? She’s. . .gone? You could feel the tears forming and your eyes burned as you brought a hand to your mouth. 

“Eren. . .what have you done?” You whispered. Your view was blurry as you looked at him, and so you wiped your eyes, only to be shocked at what was before you. A tear slid down his cheek, and down to his neck. Tears began to rapidly fall down his cheeks, sorrow etched all over his face. You didn’t know what to think, but you quickly stood up and kneeled in front of him, looking up into his face. Then, you realized now. You grabbed his big hands and held them tightly. No words needed to be exchanged. He’s always been scared. He’s always been alone. You were the only one he could show his emotions to. You knew that his actions had a deep meaning behind them, but it still hurt to know that he had done something so out of line. He had left you all when you were in Marley, and you could never forget that day. You caught him slipping out and demanded answers, and he did tell you. You loosened your hands around his and analyzed them. They had gotten so big. His fingers were thick and short, and his palm big. The hands of the man you loved so much. The green veins were visible on his wrists and palm, and you looked up, only to see him staring at you, eyes a little red. “I. . .I don’t know what you plan on doing, but—,” you took in a breath and squeezed your hands in his again, “I know you’re doing it for us and your home.” He stayed quiet and you opened your mouth, but he quickly stole your lips, engulfing you in a kiss. Your eyes closed immediately as if you had expected it, but then the warmth of his lips left, making you slowly open your eyes. His eyes were shut tight and he shook his head, his hair swaying side to side. Your right hand grabbed his left hand and he opened his eyes, wavering turquoise orbs staring into your loving [e/c] eyes. Then, you guided his hand to your right breast, his eyes watching as you made his fingers squeeze the soft flesh. You wanted this. 

“I can’t,” he croaked, “I’ll break you.” You shrugged and got up to sit in his lap, pulling off your white blouse, exposing your beige bra and [s/c] skin. 

“Break me,” you whispered, “as many times as you want, Eren.” His hands caressed your breasts softly and you let out small breaths, holding onto his shoulders. Your hands slid up to his jaw and you pressed a small kiss to his cheek. He stared at you with such longing and you stared back, your hands caressing his jaw. Then, you both leaned towards each other and lips pressed against together as his hands kneaded your breasts. It had nearly been a year since you had been touched like this by Eren. The last time was probably before you all left to visit Marley. You fixed your legs and instead straddled his hips, your crotch on top his growing bulge. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you as close as he could, while you rolled your hips into his. Your lips stayed connected, heads turning different angles to feel closer and closer. Your core began to ache and you could feel the familiar substance staining your underwear already. His cock was fully hard now and you brought a hand down, grasping it. He pulled back and looked down at your hands, then back at you, his eyes amorous. 

"You still make me go crazy," he groaned as your hands slowly pumped his cock up and down, the foreskin sliding over the head. Your thumb rubbed over his wet slit and he hissed, his turquoise orbs gleaming. It was quiet in the house, despite the sound of chickens clucking outside. The sun was already setting down, and the living room was filled with a warm orange, while the both of you were starting to get hot and heavy. The quiet groans from Eren made your stomach flutter and you leaned in, pressing a small kiss to his jaw. I love you. You quickly got off of him and spread his legs to settle between them. Your hands quickly worked to lower his pants and underwear, finally showing you what you've been missing. It stood tall, the girth thick, and the green veins showed along the side of his shaft. "Did you miss me?" Your pussy quivered at his husky tone, and you looked him in the eyes as you leaned forward and took the head into your mouth, tongue swirling over his slit. Eren inhaled shakily and tangled a hand into your [h/c] tresses. Then, your laid you tongue flatly on the underside of his shaft as you went down on him, the tip of his member hitting the back of your throat--- just how he liked it. You came back up and slightly kissed the side before engulfing him again. He let out a few audible groans here and there as you continued with your ministrations. Eren grabbed your arms and turned you around, forcing you to kneel onto the wooden floor in front of the cushioned chair. You wiped your mouth with your wrist and looked behind you, seeing him breathing heavily as he bunched up your skirt and pulled down your underwear. "You're so wet," Eren's fingers probed at your opening, "you're a filthy woman." Your hips bucked a little when his pointer finger began to circle on your clit. A small moan escaped your lips and you pushed your ass to him, telling him you wanted him. You could feel him slide his finger inside you and shivers ran down your spine in delight. Eren removed his finger and watched as your slick covered it completely, and he readied his cock, slowly pumping his shaft. He brought a hand to your mouth and you spit into it, staring into his eyes. He quickly spread your saliva over his girth and then probed your entrance, a small groan escaping his lips. "I won't be able to stop," he whispered and you twisted your body to the right to look at him as you brought your hand to his wet cock. Then, you pushed yourself into him, his length fully inside you. You closed your eyes and let out a hiss as your inside began to sting from discomfort. It had been too long since you've had this, and it stung. Eren leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your temple, while his shaking hands rested on your hips. After a few more seconds, the stinging sensation eventually disappeared and you nodded at Eren. 

"I'm good now," you murmured and Eren began to pump out of you slowly. His left hand stayed on your hip as his right hand wandered to your breasts to play with your nipples. "Eren," you gasped, "faster." You brought your right arm over his neck to feel closer to the brunette, and you pressed your forehead to his left cheek, hearing his uneven breathing. Eren didn't comply with your words, but he brought his right hand back to your hip, and began to ram into you harder, but slowly. Your mouth opened as you yelped, your eyes closing in pleasure, and your breasts moving as he began to thrust. Every time he rammed into you, you pushed your ass towards him, moaning every time as the pleasurable feeling waved in. "Why are you g-going so slow?" you questioned as he once again rammed roughly into you, a small yelp escaping your lips. Eren turned his head to kiss your forehead and you felt his breath. 

"I'm taking," he groaned, "my time." You could feel your heart warm up and you looked up at him, only to see his gentle orbs looking straight back at you. "I won't be able to last if I go fast," he whispered, voice strained. You snorted and he raised an eyebrow. "What?" he asked as he rammed into you and you jolted, letting out a gasp. His hips began to thrust faster and you moaned, removing your arm from his neck as you leaned into the chair that Eren sat in. Small moans escaped your lips as he became vicious and you brought a hand to hold onto his wrist. 

"O-oh, fuck," you mewled, feeling something coiling inside you. Eren continued with his vicious thrusts as he leaned forward his hands going towards your clit and rubbing intensely, leaving you a moaning mess. The feeling was becoming stronger now and your hips began to twitch away from his fingers, but he followed relentlessly. "E-Eren," you breathed, feeling his breath on your shoulder. He was being so rough, but you did not mind. In fact, you loved it. At last, you became undone and you let out a small, long moan as did Eren. You could feel his semen filling your insides as his cock twitched, and you turned around, eyes wide. "You didn't pull out, Eren," you whispered and he leaned in and enveloped your lips into a kiss. Then, he pulled away and pressed a kiss to you cheek. 

"I know," he responded, and you could feel your eyes begin to well up with tears. Hearing his response made you realize why he had done that, and you began to cry. He pulled down your skirt and fixed your underwear for you before fixing his pants and pulled you to his chest. You wrapped your arms around his torso and cried your eyes out, while you both sat there in each others presence. "I love you, [Name]." You looked up at him, tears still running down your cheeks. 

"We. . .love you, too," you cried. He slightly smiled and tucked a strand of hair behind your ears. 

"Yeah, I know." 

Eren Yeager. You crazy fool. 

[urcadelimabean]

Hello wonderful friends ;) I come bearing news.

I’m back home and figured I’d let you guys know how it went.

First things first. He is “crazy” about me, and “madly in love” with me. He had been waiting to tell me he loves me, and it was very easy to say it back once we had met in person. He says he loves me so frequently that he asked if it bothered me. (Ridiculous - the fact that he wants to say it so often and so sincerely and sweetly makes me ridiculously happy). We spent the week passionately kissing, cooking together, giggling, hugging, watching movies, lying in bed talking late into the night. We made out outside in the snow under the moonlight. We listened to Bach and Mozart and metal and silly 80s music. He made me breakfast every single day and forbid me from touching a single dish to clean up. He played the guitar for me and sang me silly love songs he wrote. We discovered that yes, I can in fact carry him in my arms (often to bed)...the fact that this turns him on is hilarious and amazing. I am unreasonably happy about that.

He is VERY tall. I mean I knew that, but, he is very tall. I can still carry him.

He is a very good kisser. And his lips....so soft.

I was worried things wouldn’t be the same when we met in person, but they were even better, and I got to see his completely-lovestruck-with-Sasha face up close, and it was so so so incredible.

I won’t let this post get too nsfw, but just know that I had a very very very good time. He is not just a considerate lover, but one who prioritizes my enjoyment so far above his own that I had to ask if he was having as good of a time as I was. Falling asleep together was blissful and so easy. He had a lot of marks on his neck when I left, and he really enjoyed me giving them to him, and it was all just very hot. Also he smells good. He kisses my forehead and cheeks a lot, including in the middle of a steamy make out session. He often grabs my hand and holds it to his heart.

Everything was so ridiculously easy with him. I had felt so self conscious and then suddenly I didn’t feel self conscious at all. I mean, the fact that he refers to me as a goddess.....doesn’t hurt.

Remember when I was like, imagine if I had a boyfriend who worshiped the ground I walked on, wouldn’t that be crazy? He admires me. He wanted to shower me with love, and he did.

The poem I wrote for him about alternate ways we could have met, and the book I gave to him (festooned with love notes) both touched him deeply, and I’m really happy about that.

The feminist points he gained by actually preferring the fact that I don’t shave my legs....out of this world. He really likes me as I am, not “despite” anything. Not despite my leg hair, definitely not despite my muscles. He loves how strong I am.

We talked about how I haven’t dated anyone, and I brought up how I also have had crushes on women, not just men, and like I expected, he was maybe a tiny bit surprised but was mostly just very happy to know more about me, which is the perfect reaction. He wishes he was attracted to men in order to disappoint his mother, but alas, he says he will have to find another way to disappoint her.

We lay in bed having conversations about so many interesting things, and it’s amazing how much we can share with each other.

When we were making salmon, I poised a knife over a stick of butter and said, I usually use this much butter but is it too much for you? His response: I love you so much.

I asked if “boyfriend” sounded official enough, and if “love interest” sounded more emphatic. His response: “.....boytoy? ....................consort?”

Sometimes it makes me nervous that he says I’m perfect, because nobody is perfect and eventually there will be some sort of conflict, and I think that’s natural. Sometimes he says the first thing that comes into his mind, and I will have to ask him not to make jokes about certain topics, because it’s not so much that I’m offended as saddened by certain things being brought up in a casual manner.

We have such good communication though, and I’m really glad. He is so emotionally open and it feels like we have a lot of intimacy. And we just enjoy each other’s company so much. Waking up and eating breakfast and having the entire day with him was the best feeling.

Sometimes when I compliment him he is too self deprecating. I said “if you keep dodging my compliments I’m going to have to get back at you somehow” and he made his very cute lovestruck face at me and said “do your worst.” One of the cheeses he bought for me was so delicious that he was like “I’ve only seen you make that face at me...” somehow this led to a conversation in which he was an expensive and delicious cheese originating from Switzerland and aged in France, then imported to the United States. He added that he was melting around me. The way we flirt and tease each other is so fun and makes me smile from ear to ear.

It was hard to say goodbye, but I’m glad that it was hard. I really, really miss him.

To be continued :)

[hopelikethemoon]

The Addition (Javier x Reader) {MTMF}

Title: The Addition  Rating: PG-13 Length: 3000 Warnings: None. Notes: You can find the Maybe Today, Maybe Forever Timeline here. Set in March 1997. This is the pupper. This is just a everything-and-the-kitchen-sink chapter.  Summary: Reader finally gets what she wants. 

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“You’re lucky I’m homebound,” You remarked as you settled into the chair beside Javier in the little doggie playroom. “I’d be here every day trying to adopt another one.” 

“We haven’t adopted this one yet.” 

“She’s perfect.” You looped your arm through his, leaning towards him to rest your cheek on his shoulder. “I hope she loves us.” 

“A little younger than we intended to get.” He pointed out, looking down at the little information card the man had given him to review while they got the dog ready to visit with them. “Two is still a puppy.” 

“Two is a full-grown dog.” You took the card from him and looked it over. “She’s supposed to be great with kids and calm.” 

“Two is still going to require exercise.” Javier gave you a look, a brow quirking upwards. 

“I can sit outside and drink my tea and let her run around the yard.” You waved your hand dismissively, “That’s the reason we have Josie. She can help her burn energy.”

“Is that why we have Josie?”

You nodded. “It was all a scheme to get a dog. Lance shot down the idea of getting one in Colombia so I went through a multi-year plan to have a baby with you, move to Florida, all so I could get a dog.” 

Javier snorted. “I wouldn’t put it past you.” He pressed a kiss to the top of your head, rubbing his hand over your shoulders. “How are you feeling?”

“Fine.” You knew he was worried, but he was slowly driving you crazy with asking you how you felt every thirty minutes. Pass out once and end up in the hospital… 

The door opened and the young man who had been helping the two of you entered with the beautiful dog at the end of a red leash. “We’ve been calling her Sasha, but she doesn’t really respond to it.” He explained to you.

The dog was a little skittish at first, keeping close to — you think his name was Owen — as she sniffed at the floor. 

“She’s beautiful.” You smiled, leaning forward and holding out your hand. “Any idea what she is?”

“Most likely a mutt.” He explained. “She was an owner surrender. They got reassigned out of the country.”

“Poor thing.” You clicked your tongue against your teeth. “Come here, sweetheart.”

Javier was watching you, his eyes flickering between you and the dog. “Looks like a mountain dog.”

“With some poodle, most likely.” Owen offered. “She won’t get much bigger. The vet’s checked her out and she’s done growing.”

“Good.” Javier, ran his hands over his legs before he shifted forward and held out his hand, much the same way you were.

The dog tugged at the lead, seeming far more keen now that both of you were interested in her. 

“Is she house trained?” Javier questioned. 

“And doesn’t pull when she goes on a walk.” Owen let go of the leash, letting her sniff her way closer to the pair of you. 

“Come here, girl.” You cooed, your smile broadening as she bounded towards you. She shoved her cool nose against your palm, licking at you curiously. 

Javier reached out and petted her back. “You’re a soft girl, aren't you?”

She wagged her tail, flopping onto her side and showing her belly to both of you.

“I think she likes you.” You teased, nudging Javier in the ribs. You looked up at Owen, grinning. “I think she’s the one.”

“Easy there,” Javier told you. “Isn’t there more we should do?”

Owen shook his head. “If you feel comfortable with her, we can start the outtake paperwork.”

You looked at Javier, pursing your lips. “Please? I mean, I’m coming back and getting her Monday even if you say ‘no’.”

“I am not going to say ‘no’.” He huffed, rolling his eyes with a shake of his head. “Like I’m about to deny a pregnant woman what she wants.” He muttered under his breath. 

“I’ll stay with her, if you want to start on the papers.” You told Javier with a grin. 

“Alicia will help you at the front desk.” Owen told Javier. 

The dog jumped up when Javier stopped petting her, propping herself up to rest her paws on his knees. 

“I’m screwed.” Javier laughed. “There’s three of you pulling this look now.”

You chuckled heartily. “Pretty soon you’ll be outnumbered four-to-one.”

“I was outnumbered when it was just you.” He kissed your cheek before he scooted the dog off his legs and got up. “Thanks.” Javier patted Owen on the shoulder as he walked past and headed out to the front desk.

“You’ve got yourself a new home, pretty girl.” You told the dog, scratching behind her ear. She was the absolute doppiest dog, lolling her head to the side with her tongue hanging out. 

“Any ideas on names?” Owen questioned you.

You glanced up, “Stevie.”

“Like Nicks?”

“Yeah, actually.” You laughed, looking back at the dog. “Are you a Stevie?”

She barked softly. 

“None of that.” You scrunched up your nose, rubbing at her head. “Javi will kill us both if you’re a barker.”

“Only when she gets excited.”

“We have an almost four-year-old who is much the same.” You laughed softly, patting your knees. 

Stevie jumped up and put her paws on your legs, leaning up to lick at your face. “You’re just so loving, aren't you?”

“When are you due?” Owen questioned. 

“Mid-to-late May.” You answered, glancing up at him. “I know it’s crazy to get a dog right before having a baby, but… I’m desperate.” 

“Is he not around a lot?” He nodded his head towards the door. 

“He’s around all the time,” You shrugged. “I just want a dog.” You scratched behind both of Stevie’s ears. “You’re going to be spoiled rotten.” 

“Ah, I see.” Owen leaned back against the wall, folding his arms across his chest. “I was going to suggest I could help you train her, if you were lonely.”

Your eyes snapped up. “Are you trying to come onto me?” Your head tilted back and you laughed — loudly. “Kid, he and I could find a dozen and a half ways to kill you with the dog toys in this room alone. I’m flattered, but no.” 

Color flooded his face. “I wasn’t… I’m sorry.” 

The door popped open and Javier emerged, “Well, baby. You’re the proud owner of a dog.” 

“Did you hear that, Stevie? You’re going home with us!” The dog barked again excitedly, her tail thumping against the floor. 

 —————

 Stevie alternated between being stretched out on the backseat of the Jeep and bouncing back and forth to look out the windows.

“Didn’t he say she was calm?”

“She’s been cooped up in a kennel for who knows how long, Javi. Let her be excited.” You rolled your eyes at him, laughing quietly. “He also tried to hit on me while you were gone.”

“Excuse me?” Javier cocked his head to the side as he stopped at a light. “He did what?”

“I’m impressed that this,” You gestured to your stomach. “isn’t an instant detractor.” 

“I keep telling you, you look good.” He reached over and gave your knee a squeeze, fingers playing little patterns there. Some things never changed. “What’d you say?”

You caught his hand, bringing it to your stomach to stop the patterns he was drawing on your leg. “I told him I could kill him a dozen different ways.” 

“Baby!” Javier laughed, pushing his sunglasses up his brow. “You can’t just threaten to kill people.” 

“Has it ever stopped me before?” You questioned, sliding his hand to the spot where the baby was kicking. “I also said you’d kill him. I find murder tends to distract from attempts to hit on someone.” 

Javier rubbed his thumb over your stomach. “Someone’s excited.” You quipped, keeping his hand there as he started through the intersection. “You know, baby.” He clicked his tongue against his teeth. “I always thought your threats of violence were a turn on.” 

“Really?” You rolled your eyes. “That makes perfect sense with you, Javier.” You glanced over your shoulder to the backseat, pleased to see that Stevie had settled down. “I mean, we have established I’m a sadist.” 

“The truth comes out.” He reluctantly pulled his hand away so he could turn the corner. Once it was safe, he reached back over, letting you guide his hand back to the right spot. She had quieted a little, but that didn’t dissuade him from keeping his hand there. Just in case. 

“Thank you for agreeing to Stevie.” 

“You did get Josie in on the plan.” He quipped with a chuckle. “It’s all good, baby. After everything you’ve been through, you deserve a dog.” He gave her leg a squeeze, before gripping at the steering wheel. 

 ———

 “Like Uncle Steve?” Josie questioned as she laid on the floor, on her back, beside Stevie. You were pleased with how quickly the two had bonded with each other. One hour at home and Stevie was sprawled out on the floor beside her human-sibling. 

“Yep.” Javier confirmed with a nod as he cracked open a bottle of beer, taking a swig before he moved to join you on the sofa. “Just like Uncle Steve.”

“Technically, Stevie Nicks…” You corrected. “But mostly to torture Steve.” 

Monica laughed as she looked up from the book she was reading. “I don’t think I’ve ever met someone who named their dog to spite their best friend.” She looked at Javier pointedly.

“I don’t know what heinous lies the Murphys have fed you, but… I don’t know if I’d call him my best friend.” Javier protested with a roll of his eyes, sipping at his beer. 

“Ignore him.” You remarked, stretching out lengthwise on the sofa and stretching your legs over his. “We moved all the way to Miami just so he could hang out with Steve.” 

“Wait, really?” Monica’s brows rose upwards. “I don’t think you ever mentioned this in class.”

Javier dragged his hand over his face, before scratching at the back of his neck. “I knew it was a half-decent place to raise a family.” He squeezed your calf. “And I liked the prospect of Josie having a readymade friend in Olivia.”

“And Emily, daddy.” Josie reminded him, rolling onto her side to pet Stevie. She lifted her head, looking towards her. The dog sighed contentedly and shuffled on the floor closer to Josie. 

“Emily wasn’t here yet, Josie.” He took another swig of beer before he sat the bottle aside. “If I’d known Miami would be hot as fuck like Colombia—”

“Fuck!” Josie shouted, causing you to jerk upright, turning to stare at her. 

“Joséfina Selina Peña!” You raised your voice slightly and instantly regretted it when you saw Monica flinch in reaction to it. Stevie started barking, bouncing around confusedly as Josie scrambled towards the sofa.

“Mommy! I didn’t mean to say it.” Josie flashed you her best attempt at a charming grin. “I’m sorry mommy!” 

Javier picked her up and settled her onto the sofa between the two of you. “JoJo, you can’t be saying those words.”

She hid her face in shame. “I’m sorry.”

“Hey, hey.” You played with her curls. “It’s okay, babydoll. I’m not mad. You just can’t be saying that.” 

“But daddy says it.”

You swatted him in the arm. “And he’s been told not to. Haven’t you, Javier?”

He rocked his jaw and sighed. “Yeah. Josie, you can’t say that, okay?”

“But why?”

“They’re grown-up words.”

“Like grown-up drinks?” She looked at you then. “Why don’t you drink grown-up drinks?”

“Because they’re bad for babies. Like you and your sister.” You rested your hand on your stomach. “I’m not mad at you, Josie. But we have a swear jar for a reason.”

“It sounded funny when daddy said it.” 

“Daddy shouldn’t have said it around you.” Javier sighed heavily and pulled Josie into his lap. “Try not to say it again, okay?” He kissed the top of her head.

“Okay.” Josie turned and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Can I please play with Stevie now?”

“Yes, baby. You can play with Stevie.” You leaned over and kissed her cheek, rubbing your nose against it. “Just watch your mouth.” 

She made a dramatic kissing sound as she returned the kiss. She wiggled out of Javier’s arms and moved to slide off the sofa. She crawled, on her hands and knees, towards Stevie who already seemed very amused. 

“You guys are good parents.” Monica remarked, looking between the two of you. “Josie and the baby are lucky to have perfect parents.”

Javier draped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his side. “We’re certainly not perfect.” He squeezed your shoulder three times.

“We’re just two people trying to do right by our kids.” 

“Which includes you.” Javier told Monica, letting go of you so he could grab his beer, taking a drink. He crossed his leg over his knee and rested the beer on his ankle as he sank back against the sofa. 

Monica’s brows furrowed, “What?”

You laughed softly, patting Javier’s leg. “I decided that we’ve unofficially adopted you. Your parents might have brought you into the world, but we’re going to make sure you thrive in it.” 

She stared at you. “I really don’t deserve that.”

“You’re a good kid, Monica.” You smiled at her. “You deserve a good life.” 

“Thank you.” Monica rubbed the sleeve of her sweatshirt under her nose. “You’re going to make me cry again.”

Stevie jumped up suddenly and started barking. 

“Hush!” Javier clapped his hands, sitting his beer aside as he got up off the sofa. “What is it?” He questioned, kneeling down in front of Stevie. She bounced a little, barking again as the doorbell sounded. 

“I’ll get it,” You sighed, peeling yourself off the sofa and making your way towards the front of the house. You peered through the window, looking to see who was at the door. “Are you fucking kidding me?” 

Of course, it just had to be one of the moms from ballet. Javier was right, you were leaving that studio as soon as you got back out into the world. 

You pulled the door open, hands on your hips. “Can I help you Chelly?”

“Oh.” She laughed nervously, giving you a wary look. “I was just dropping off this beef casserole. Missy mentioned seeing Javier at the grocery store and I thought…” She tilted her head. “She made it sound like you weren’t up and about.”

You glared at the woman, “Missy is prone to overdramatizing situations.” 

“Baby, who is it?” Javier called out from the family room. Stevie was still barking and now, given from what you could hear, Josie had decided to join in. 

“Chelly.”

“Who?” He questioned. 

“From dance.” You called back to him, before you turned your attention back to the woman. God, these women needed a fucking hobby that was something other than chasing after Javier’s cock. “I appreciate the casserole, but Javier has dinner covered.” You fixed her with a faux-smile. “And I don’t eat beef.”

“You shouldn’t make him work so hard,” She told you with a tone that made you want to throttle her. “I’m sure he’d appreciate this casserole.” 

You pressed your tongue to the inside of your cheek, staring at her as you considered your plan of action here. You stepped out onto the brick stoop, pulling the door closed behind you. “I’m only going to say this one time, Chelly so listen. And you can take this back to your little friends and tell them what a horrid bitch I am.” You crossed your arms across your chest, “I know what you’re doing. You heard I was in the hospital — smelt blood in the water. This vulture act is going to stop. Now. If I catch another one of you sniffing around my family, I’m going to make you regret it.”

“It’s just a casserole—”

“It’s not.” You snapped, fingers curled into fists. “I’m not an idiot.” You narrowed your eyes. “I didn’t put up with six years of bullshit working for the DEA to put up with this shit from a bunch of high strung, horny, dance moms.” 

“I don’t—”

“I guess I should thank you,” You said snidely, a slight smirk playing over your lips. “Last time I saw you, you thought you were clever by insinuating that Javier was fucking his students.” Oh, the irony of the current situation. “It inspired a rather fun afternoon fuck for us. So thanks, Chelly.” 

She looked mortified and it really only seemed to fuel you. 

“So take your casserole and fuck off.” 

Chelly started to say something, but you were quick to cut her off. 

“I don’t want to hear your voice” You snapped, taking a step forward. The door opened behind you and you turned around to meet Javier’s eyes. “I have it handled.” 

“Alright, baby.” He said with a faint smile, before he closed the door back.

You looked back at Chelly. “Why are you still here?”

“I’m… so sorry.” 

“Yeah, it’s a little late for that.” Your brows rose upwards. “And tell your friends they can fuck off too.” With that you, headed back inside — nearly crashing into Javier who had been, unsurprisingly, waiting right on the other side of the door. “Hi.”

“You’re a fucking force, baby.” He grinned at you, that look of sheer adoration making your heart ache in the best of ways. 

“We don’t have to deal with them anymore.” You told him with a resolute nod. “Where are the kids?”

“Monica took Stevie and Josie out back.” He grinned at you, “Did you really just tell her to fuck off?”

“This door is surprisingly thin, apparently.” You laughed as you stepped towards him. You reached up, tracing your fingers over his cheek and the soft scruff there. “Yeah. I did. It was pretty spectacular. She might cry in her minivan.” 

Javier leaned down and kissed you. “I love you.” 

You brushed your nose against his. “Right back at you, babe.”