#the way the author eased open my heart and carefully held it

[unhappy-sometimes]

started reading an unfinished fic because i was bored.... turns out to be one of the best things i've ever read... it hasn't updated in months... the author has deleted all of their social medias.... i will never love again...

[chlerc]

— summary; he believed you when you said you would fly over to celebrate his birthday with him, excited to see your face. but he didn’t know it’d be that easy for you to leave him without a trace.

pairing — jude bellingham x f. reader ( third person story )

word count — 1630.

content — angst, like bad / sad ending. they don’t get a happy ever after ending. long distance friendship, she’s always here and there for him but never stayed long enough. secretly pining over each other

NAVIGATION + author’s note: wrote this when i was sick, the motivation and inspiration always strikes here. always putting my boy jude through the angsty stories lol

song recs for this fic — no one noticed.

The glow of Madrid’s street lights flickered in the corners of her vision as she adjusted her scarf, weaving through the late-night crowds that filled the cobblestone alleys of the city. Her heart beat in time with her steps, a rhythm that both grounded and unsettled her as she drew closer to his building. It felt surreal to be here — a place she’d only known through pixels and video calls, a place that lived solely in the stories he’d woven for her across distant lines.

The door swung open, and there he was — his face breaking into a grin, eyes bright with delight and something softer, something she couldn’t name but felt resonate in her chest. Without a word, he pulled her into an embrace, his arms wrapping around her so tightly that she could feel his heartbeat against her cheek. “Didn’t expect you’d actually come,” he teased, though his eyes held a glint of something softer, something more grateful.

“Best birthday gift I could ask for,” he added, his tone light, yet his hold unwavering as though he feared she’d slip away. Pulling back, he brushed a stray lock of hair from her face, his gaze lingering, studying her as though to make sure she was truly there.

“Well,” she murmured, brushing past him with a faint smile, “someone’s got to make sure you don’t spend your birthday alone.” She took in the room with its modest decor, the hints of his presence scattered in the form of art pieces, records stacked near the player, and an open notebook on the desk. He chuckled, closing the door behind her. “I told you, I don’t mind being alone.”

“Perhaps,” she replied, feigning an indifferent shrug. “But what if I do?” Her gaze met his, holding his for a moment before she turned away, pretending to inspect the records as though she hadn’t just travelled across countries to be here.

They settled into the evening slowly, an awkwardness blanketing them at first, a product of shared screens finally giving way to physical space. But eventually, laughter eased through the gaps, filling the quiet corners of his small apartment. They shared stories, exchanged quiet jokes, and lingered over glasses of wine that made the room feel warmer, the air laced with the scent of familiarity and anticipation.

As the evening deepened, they ventured out onto his balcony. The city lights stretched before them, bright and steady, twinkling with the same allure that had first drawn her to his words, to his enigmatic charm.

“Look at this view,” she whispered, her voice softened by awe. He shrugged, gazing at her instead of the skyline. “It’s just a city. It’s better with you here.” She smiled faintly, caught between the quiet euphoria of his words and the nagging reality that lingered at the edges of her mind. She knew she would leave soon, knew that this moment would end. The thought hung heavily between them, unspoken.

“Will you stay long?” he asked, finally breaking the silence, his voice a low murmur against the hum of the city. She exhaled, her breath curling in the cool night air. “I don’t know. Long enough, I suppose,” she replied, her words as carefully crafted as they were vague.

He reached out, catching her hand in his, a simple touch that anchored them amidst the unsteadiness of whatever this was. “You’re always like this,” he said, half-smiling. “Appearing out of nowhere and then vanishing like you’re a dream.”

“Maybe I am,” she murmured, meeting his gaze. “Maybe that’s all this ever was.” For a moment, the conversation hung heavy between them, layered with questions and fears neither dared voice. But then he laughed, and it softened the tension, bringing them back to a more familiar, playful place. “Well, if that’s the case, I suppose I should make the most of this dream while it lasts.”

Jude draped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer, the silence between them thick with unspoken sentiments. “You know, I don’t say this enough, but I’m glad you’re here,” he admitted, his voice a murmur in the cool night air. She looked up at him, searching his expression, and a pang of something bittersweet tugged at her. She wanted to stay in this warmth, this certainty, but she knew that come dawn, she would have to slip away.

“I’m glad I came too,” she replied softly, her voice barely a whisper. Jude’s gaze was soft as he looked down at her, thumb brushing her cheek as though memorising the contours of her face. For a brief, irrational moment, she wanted to tell him everything — that she wished she could stay, that she didn’t want to leave this, leave him. But she said nothing, instead resting her head against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart, each beat a fleeting reassurance she knew would fade by morning.

They leaned into the quiet closeness, the moments blurring together as the evening stretched on, her laughter mingling with his in the warm light of the city. Time drifted, unbound, until the faintest hint of dawn crept across the skyline. She glanced at him, seeing the calm softness in his eyes as they drifted shut, his breathing even, and she knew that she’d fulfilled whatever it was she’d come to do.

When he finally awoke, the first rays of morning spilling through the curtains, he found himself alone. Her scarf was still draped over the back of a chair, her perfume lingering faintly in the air. He blinked, sitting up and looking around, the remnants of last night’s laughter still fresh on his lips. But the silence pressed in, weighted and still, like a final goodbye.

On the table, she’d left a small note, folded neatly with her handwriting sprawled across the front:

“Happy Birthday. See you in the spaces between.”

He laughed quietly, though it sounded more like a sigh, tracing his fingers over the words. The irony wasn’t lost on him. She’d become his obsession, his mystery, a presence as elusive as the dreams he could never quite hold on to. And though he didn’t know when — or even if — he’d see her again, he couldn’t shake the feeling that wherever she was, some part of her would always be right here, lingering in the traces she’d left behind.

With a soft sigh, he let the silence settle around him, her absence heavy in the early morning light. Her scarf, still draped over the chair, seemed almost like a placeholder, a faint whisper of her presence against the cold, hard truth of her departure. She’d left, slipped out as quietly as she’d arrived, like a carefully crafted illusion dissipating with the dawn. He ran his hand over the note she’d left behind, her familiar handwriting tracing the words: Happy Birthday. See you in the spaces between.

He let out a quiet laugh, though it sounded more like a sigh, his thumb brushing over the ink, her words as gentle and evasive as she’d been. There was a charm to her mystery, an allure to the way she moved in and out of his life, almost as though she existed just beyond his reach, a mirage in a desert he didn’t know he’d been wandering. But this time, there was an ache behind his eyes, a quiet longing that tugged with a new intensity, as though some part of him had grown tired of the chase, of these small doses of her presence that he could never quite hold onto.

A sudden impulse tugged at him. He grabbed a pen from his desk, leaning over the small note she’d left. His fingers brushed the page as he wrote, the words forming slowly, deliberately, almost as though he was afraid of what they might reveal. 

“Don't leave me without a trace; it can’t be that easy please,” he wrote, his handwriting messy and sprawling in contrast to her neat scrawl. He paused, watching the ink dry, knowing she’d never see his reply, yet there was a strange comfort in writing it all the same, as if committing his thoughts to paper might somehow reach her, wherever she was.

He lingered over the note a moment longer, then folded it carefully, tucking it into a drawer with a sense of finality he didn’t quite feel. The silence that filled the room felt heavier now, loaded with the words left unsaid, the moments that had slipped through his fingers like sand.

In her absence, he found himself tracing back through their time together, each memory sharp and vivid, yet fleeting, like flashes of light in a darkened room. He recalled the way she’d laughed under the city lights, the way her voice had softened when she’d whispered, “Maybe I’m just a dream.” It was as if she’d known she would leave, had planned it all along, and he couldn’t decide whether to be grateful for the moments they’d shared or resentful of the empty space she’d left behind.

Yet he knew that her departure, as difficult as it was to accept, had always been part of her. She was as unpredictable as the wind, as elusive as a distant star, and perhaps that was what had drawn him to her in the first place. He leaned back in his chair, his eyes drifting to the window, to the soft glow of morning light that seemed to fill every corner of the room with a quiet, bittersweet warmth.

And though he knew he would miss her — miss her laugh, her voice, the quiet moments they’d shared — he couldn’t shake the sense that some part of her would always linger here, an unspoken promise hanging in the air, caught between the spaces of their fleeting time together.

[yandere-writer-momo]

Heart Shaped Wound:

Hanayama’s Ending

Heart Shaped Wound

Author’s note: took me awhile to write this! I’m working on the separate smut ending so stay tuned!

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       (Your name) placed her hands over her eyes and sighed in frustration. She couldn’t do this… she couldn’t possibly choose. It was impossible. She had dug herself into an inescapable hole.

     (Your name) sat up and glanced at the dress that laid across her dining room table. She told Hanayama she’d see him tomorrow… she promised him. 

       (Your name) rose up and went over to the table to touch the fabric of the dress once more. She knew Hanayama had feelings for her… she would have to be blind not to see that but… she wasn’t sure he’d take rejection well…

       She sighed. This would be tomorrow’s problem, for now she’s sleep on it. It was too much stress to think anymore about it.

     If only she hadn’t been so naive…

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         (Your name) carefully set the last bit of her hair in place before her scheduled time with Hanayama. Her unexplainable nerves made her stomach hurt. She didn’t have a clue on why she felt so nervous. She’s went out with him many times before… and yet this time it felt different.

       (Your name) rose up from her vanity and admired her reflection. This dress was much classier than the others and it hugged her figure nicely… Hanayama had exquisite tastes as always.

      Knock. Knock. (Your name) heard some strong knocks at the door. That must be Hanayama… he was a little early.

       (Your name) made her way over to the door and opened it to reveal Hanayama in a black suit with a red silk dress shirt under. He looked even more handsome in red.

     Hanayama caught her admirable gaze and smirked.

      “Do you like what you see?” He softly asked, he scooped her hand in his to give it a soft kiss. “I try to coordinate our outfits.”

        “You look handsome.” (Your name) gave him a smile, her cheeks a little red from his action. Hanayama was never anything short of a gentleman to her. He was suave. 

       “And you’re beautiful as always.” Hanayama pressed one last kiss to the back of her hand, the feeling he left behind lingered on her skin. His dark eyes stared deeply into her soul with an all consuming storm of lust. She was his… tonight and forever she’d finally be his. “Shall we?”

       (Your name) allowed Hanayama to scoop her up bridal style in his arms so she didn’t get sand on her feet. He always loved to carry her like a princess, so she’d understand how much she meant to him.

       Hanayama basked in the stares of his men while he made his way to the limousine. He enjoyed their looks of jealousy and admiration. That’s right. This beautiful woman in his arms was his future wife and today… today it would be perfect.

      Just like it should have been the first time.

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      Hanayama’s chefs had prepared a five course meal with ingredients she had never heard of and with a unique plating that told her how much Hanayama most likely spent on this date (he again). Hanayama had no problem flaunting his wealth to her.

      Each meal was more delicious than the last. The flavors melted on her tongue with each bite. Hanayama was thoughtful to consider her taste.

    Once their meals were over and done with, Hanayama gave her a smile.

      “I’ve never introduced anyone to one of the most important women in my life…” Hanayama softly whispered, his obsidian eyes never left her smaller form. “This means a lot to me.”

       Hanayama rose up from the table and held out his hand for her to take. (Your name) hesitantly accepted his hand and Hanayama hoisted her up. She could tell he was nervous.

      (Your name) smiled at Hanayama to try to ease his nerves. Her thumb glided over the back of his hand in a soothing manner.

       “I’m happy you’re introducing me to her then. She must mean a lot to you.” (Your name) failed to notice the look in Hanayama’s eyes when she softly spoke. He was happy to introduce her… he always wanted to introduce his future wife to the person who raised him with love.

       Hanayama lead her through the compound and out into his giant rose garden. (Your name) was amazed at all the beautiful variety of red rose bushes. She knew Hanayama preferred to gift her the flower to romance but she had no idea he had a giant garden of the flower themselves. He must really enjoy them…

       It was when he stood before a tombstone that made her realize he was going to introduce her to his mother… oh no.

       “(Your name), this is my mother.” Hanayama smiled softly at her, his hand guided her to stand before the well kept grave. “Mom, this is (your name).”

      Hanayama’s grip tightened around her hand, his breath a bit ragged. “I talk about you a lot with my mom… I’ve always wanted to introduce you.”

       Hanayama turned his head to look at (your name). He took his free hand to remove his glasses so she could see his eyes that were full of love and possessiveness… she felt like a deer caught in the headlights. Oh no…

        “…really?” (Your name) softly muttered out. It was all she could muster under his predatory gaze. 

      “My mother deserves to know about my future wife.” Hanayama smiled softly at her, he tucked his glasses into his suit pocket. 

    “I never thought I’d find someone strong enough to stand by my side… someone to share my life with… and then I met you.” Hanayama muttered softly, his voice trembled a bit with emotion. “We met in a tournament of all places and you defeated me in a fight… I knew I had to have you then. I wanted to give the perfect night to the perfect woman… the woman I love.”

      Hanayama then got onto one knee which made (your name)’s blood run cold. Hanayama pulled out a small black box and opened it to reveal a beautiful marquis cut ring. It was a beautiful ring… a beautiful cage.

       “Be my wife, (your name).” It was not a question, it was a statement that she didn’t dare want to refuse.

        The garden was filled with his men, she knew she wouldn’t be able to fight her way out of this one or flee. She’d be stupid to try… she should have never came here. Hanayama had set the perfect trap for her.

       Tears fell down her face, her hands covered her mouth to stop a sob. She had no idea that to Hanayama and his men, it looked like she was crying tears of joy. It made Hanayama’s heart set ablaze. Hanayama put the ring into one of his fists before he stood up at his full height.

        Hanayama wrapped his arms around her and moved her hands off to the side to press a powerful kiss to her lips. His heart hammered in his chest and his grip tightened around her. He knew she’d be happy… he had wanted to propose for so long.

        (Your name)’s eyes widened in shock from the sudden kiss while his men applauded the ‘happy’ couple. They were happy that their boss was finally going to get his beloved wife.

         Hanayama took advantage of her shock and slid the ring onto her finger. A slight blush on his cheeks.

         “You’re finally all mine…” (your name)’s throat felt dry, everything had happened so fast-

          Hanayama barbarically swung her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. The man gave her bottom a firm spank as a grin engulfed his face.

        “Now it’s time for a treat of my own, wouldn’t you say? We can have the wedding in a few days once you’ve recovered.”

         “R-recovered?” (Your name) quickly repeated. He couldn’t possible mean?

      Hanayama gave her hip a squeeze, a satisfied hum escaped his lips. “Mhmm. I’m going to make you my woman.”

        (Your name) tried to pull away but Hanayama had a death grip on her as he carried her back into the compound. His eyes black with lust.

         Today he was going to make (your name) his woman… inside and out.

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Author’s Note: thanks for reading! I’m trying my best to finish every ending! 🥰

[fiction-is-life]

Hi! Could I request a JJ X reader where the reader has a nightmare and he comforts her? 🤍

Night Time Comfort

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Author's Note: I hope you like this! Thank you so much for requesting!💞

Summary: JJ comforts the reader after a nightmare.

Warnings: Mention of nightmares.

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JJ woke up with a start.  He was certain whatever it was that woke him was the same source of his rapidly beating heart.  He listened for a minute, waiting for some sign of the danger that lurked in the shadows, but all he could hear was the sound of waves knocking against the dock outside the Chateau and the wind whispering in the trees.

He was just about to lay his head back down, chalking his panic up to an intense dream, when he heard it again.  A scream.

Your scream.

JJ bolted up out of bed, uncaring that he was only in his boxers, and ran to where you laid on the couch.  You were dangerously close to falling off said couch with all of the tossing and turning you were doing between whimpers and muffled screams.  JJ breathed a small sigh of relief.

It was just a nightmare.

He moved to sit on the couch to wake you up, but when he reached a hand out to gently shake you awake, you latched onto his arm, pulling him down practically on top of you.  You made a small noise in the back of your throat as you nuzzled your nose against his neck then quieted, peacefully sleeping once again.  

JJ was afraid to move now that you were once again sleeping, but he knew he couldn’t stay there.  You would freak out in the morning if he did, and it would just be all around awkward.  Thus resolved, he tried to extract himself from your arms, slowly and carefully, but you wouldn’t let him.  You pulled him down tighter and even loosely wrapped your legs around his.

JJ was well and truly trapped, and now that his adrenaline was wearing off, he was getting sleepy again, so he figured staying with you for a bit wouldn’t be so bad.  He would just close his eyes for a minute, make sure you were really alright, then go back to his room.  So, he let his head rest in the crook of your neck and shoulder and breathed in the scent of your perfume and your shampoo.  

A minute passed, then five, then a couple more before JJ snapped his eyes open.  He groaned lightly as he contemplated getting up and walking across the cold floor all the way back to his room when he was so comfortable here with you.  He knew he needed to do it, though, so he pushed up on his elbows.  

When he looked down, he was shocked to see your eyes open yet glassy, and he held his breath, waiting for the rebuke that was to come.

“J?” you asked, voice groggy from sleep.

JJ cleared his throat.  “Um, yeah, it’s me,” he said, shakily, not knowing what your reaction would be.

You closed your eyes with a soft hum, already easing back into sleep.  “Can you grab the blanket to put over us, please?”

JJ was stunned, but did what you asked automatically, making sure both of your feet were covered by the large blanket, knowing how you always complained about your feet being cold.  

When he had completed that task, you tugged on his arms again, eyes still closed, and he happily snuggled back into your warmth, his lips brushing softly against your skin as he breathed in and out.

The last thing he thought he remembered before succumbing to his exhaustion was a quietly breathed “thank you.”

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[legacygirlingreen]

Christmas With the Sallow Family: Chapter 5 - A Locket & A Promise || Sebastian Sallow X Reader

This is a continuation of a series, Masterlist found here: https://www.tumblr.com/legacygirlingreen/713709759369560064/part-1-becoming-a-proper-gentlemen?source=share

Author’s Note:

Hey I am back! Graduation took up some of my time, but I thought I’d give those still reading an update! This is mostly just fluff and filler so I apologize. I also didn’t spend as much time editing since I wanted to make up for the lack of posting. Next chapter should have more content… Anyway’s peace and love as always!

Word Count: 6,000 +

Warnings: Brief mention of NSFW content, mild angst (if you squint), mostly tooth rotting fluff.

A soft snore against the nape of her neck slowly lulled her from sleep. As she eased into consciousness, the weight against her waist from the freckled arm resting there, and his gentle breathing helped a smile stretch upon her lips. It felt heavenly to be held in such a way, by someone she loved so dearly.

Even in the man’s unaware state, his body seemed to recognize her presence, as her slight movements made him nuzzle in closer to her side while his quiet snores continued. The slight chill of the room made her sink further into his warmth. Sebastian truly was a furnace.

Ever so carefully she turned from her side onto her back without waking him, before turning to her other side so she could face him as he slept. The sight alone made her heart flutter.

An important thing to know about the young man, was that Sebastian almost always bore strong indications of his emotions upon his handsome face: frustration, elation, confusion, sadness, and the most common: mischief. They were always there, in the crease of his brows, crinkles around his eyes, dimples in his cheeks, depths of his chocolate orbs and in the smirk upon his full lips. However as he slept, she recognized a rare moment where she got to see him completely at peace.

The slight flaring of his nostrils as he inhaled gently with its slight rumble, before air softly came out of his parted lips. She had always loved his slightly broad button nose, and how it always seemed to scrunch right across the bridge as he laughed. His long, dark eyelashes that laid upon his freckled cheeks slightly danced as his eyes ever so carefully moved under his closed eyelids.

As he had slept his hair had become a birds nest, strands of varying lengths sticking up in almost every direction. The same forelock that she always loved to move off his face, falling into its natural resting place. His curtains of fringe falling more around his hairline instead of the way he’d been pushing it over his ears since he’d gotten it cut short. She noted the way his sideburns were already starting to curl into his face again, as well as the hair near his nape, despite having them cut short not long ago. She almost laughed, stifling it to a small puff of air, thinking about how difficult it must have been for him to maintain his hair given how fast it appeared to grow, especially with its thickness and unruly nature.

She hadn’t even realized she had been brushing her fingers through his hair until his eyes snapped open, meeting hers. The look in his chocolate orbs looked startled at first, resulting from the still new feeling of waking up next to someone. When his mind recognized the playful expression she wore, his lips stretched into a toothy grin as he nuzzled into her hand that was buried in his bed head. His eyes closed again, as the final signs of alarm faded, and he fell into a content sigh as he awoke next to the girl of his dreams, who was admiring him no less.

“What’s so funny” he asked, voice slightly horse from sleep as her fingers continued to dance along his scalp.

“Oh its nothing really, just an observation” she said watching as his left eye opened just to judge her expression before he stretched his body within the confines of the thick wool blanket. Once he finished waking his sleeping limbs, he rolled over, propping himself up to lean over her.

“What observation?” he asked, mischief finally working its way back to his face after sleep. Sebastian loved the way her cheeks broke out in a light blush at his questioning.

She sighed as she continued running her hands through his hair, trying to tame it, to seemingly no avail. “Your hair is an absolute mess Seb… how have you possibly maintained it for so long? How does it not annoy you?” She playful retorted while she carefully untangled a small knot along the back of his crown without pulling too hard on the strands.

“Oh trust me, I often find it quite frustrating to deal with. Having it cut has actually been more convenient than you could imagine” he said, raising a hand to help her attempt to brush down the cowlicks.

“That’s baffling considering it is still so chaotic” she laughed as she gestured to his head. He rolled his eyes at her antics.

“Perhaps I should just march in the house, and request my uncle shorn it down even further to prevent such chaos then” he joked. Never in a million years did he think, that after years of torment around the whole ordeal, would he be in bed with a half naked woman, making light of his childhood trauma.

“Absolutely not.” She deadpanned, almost nervous at even the suggestion.

“You would allow such trivial things like the length of my hair lessen your affections for me?” He let out a small gasp, clutching his collarbones as he continued to playfully taunt her.

“You are being ridiculous.” She feigned annoyance.

“A tad, I will admit. I will say, I am thankful you never had to see me sporting a Solomon Special as Ominis used to call it attempting to get a rise out of me over it” he truly did thank Merlin. He was certain with the lack of the usual giddy whispers from his female classmates around the time it was freshly cut, that his hair did not look good that way. He hated how much it struck his confidence, especially given how he knew it to be one of his better features despite its wild and untamed nature.

“That bad huh?” She laughed, trying to imagine him slightly younger, with chubbier cheeks and short hair.

He lifted his hands, pushing his hair off his face, covering most of it, in an attempt to recreate the look for her. “Dreadful.” He replied, allowing her to examine this face in full view.

“You’d still look incredible handsome” she said, pulling him down into a chaste kiss. When his hands moved from his head to her waist, however, the kiss deepened. He pushed his way in between her legs, arms drawing her closer. He suddenly became aware of how the only thing she wore to bed was his sleep shirt, while her lower half remained bare. He remembered the night before, and how wonderful her innermost being tasted upon his lips, as the only thing that mattered, was him bringing her pleasure.

Sebastian couldn’t wait until the moment where once again he could feel her tremble under his fingers. Or when he could gaze upon her naked body, tracing her womanly figure with his lips. Maybe even enter her with his manhood and make good on his promise to one day give her children.

Their lips seemingly picking up speed as his mind wandered. Their kisses becoming more needy as she ground herself against his clothed thigh. When her hands lifted into his hair, pulling in the way he’d come to love, he couldn’t help but moan out. She pulled away after a few moments, breathless. “Please just keep it long enough for me to muse it” she said, fingers mirroring her words.

Sebastian sighed, realizing that her denial of letting things progress to be wise. He didn’t want to loose his virginity in a tent also occupied by his friend and his sister. In fact, the more he thought about it, the more he wanted to make sure they were on the same page after the previous night, before they progressed further.

“I imagine the next time I need a trim it’ll be your job, so that is entirely your call my love. You are the one who has to look at it, so whatever you desire. I trust you.” He said, nose bumping into hers gently. She stared at him wide eyed, shocked he would admit to trusting her with such a task.

“That sounds utterly domestic” she replied and he laughed at her words.

“Is there a problem with wanting to build a home with you?” He questioned rhetorically.

“Absolutely not. It endears me to know you wish for such things” she spoke, carefully caressing his cheek as she stared at the small patches of stubble on his face.

“You know, I do have a gift I could give you now, if you’d like. I am realizing it to be quite domestic the more I think about it.” She said, eyes looking back up into his own.

“Honestly, the more I think about it, I would prefer to share mine in private as well. I hate the thoughts of Solomon, or even Anne and Ominis, lingering whist I give you what I have.” He replied.

She smiled at his suggestion, leaping from the bed and rummaging through her small trunk. He stood, realizing he’d have to sneak over into his room to retrieve it. Carefully slipping over into the other half of the tent in the very early hours of the morning. Somehow he managed to find clothes for the day along with her gift in the near darkness without waking Anne and Ominis. The pair were curled up in the middle of the two beds, which they at some point pushed together. Anne’s head laid upon the boys chest, his arms wrapped around her shoulders as they slept. Sebastian smiled. A large part of him loved seeing his sister so cared for, a sense of normalcy for her, as well as his friend finally relaxing into physical comfort with another. Not wanting to spy on them further he slipped back out.

When he returned he was disappointed to find her no longer in his sleep shirt, instead sporting a slip, pulling the waistband of a petticoat up her thighs and around her waist. Laying on the freshly made bed he saw a few linen dresses, before a simple red one caught his eye. He turned around in time to see her finishing the strings of her corset. Carefully pulling it from the bed, and walking towards her, he gestured for her to lift her arms. When she saw the material in his hands she relented, allowing him to slide the dress over her layers.

The dress allowed her open collarbones to be on display, and she smiled, realizing he had somehow found the perfect blend of looking nice without being too overdone. Ever since Anne forced her into a dress she’d really taken a liking to the way Sebastian constantly smiled at her. Although he tended to do that anyway…

He stood next to her, still without a shirt, and only now wearing a pair of trousers. She grabbed his hand, pulling him towards the bed as she tossed the remaining clothing back into the trunk.

“Could at least wait till I’m dressed love” he said with a laugh towards her impatience.

“I prefer you this way” she said, cheeky grin adorning her face.

“It appears I have corrupted you my darling” he said, pulling her hand closer to him.

“Close your eyes” she demanded, and he closed them. She delicately placed something into his hands. The box sat in his outstretched hand for a moment before he opened his eyes. Her expectant glance followed him as he opened the small package.

Immediately upon seeing the contents he laughed, pulling out the small razor. “I have to say, this seems more like a gift for you than for me” he said remembering how she had begged him to rid himself of the sparse facial hair he’d grown.

“I believe it can serve my needs and yours” she shrugged. He admired its shinny silver handle, with an ornate design. Figures replicating Roman marble statues were incorporated throughout. Near the bottom he saw a small engraving: “S. Sallow” in cursive. For such a practical item it did appear quite beautiful.

He understood what she meant when she said it was more domestic than she intended. Sebastian slid the blade out, admiring the way it caught the light. It felt like such an adult gift. His uncle had continually ignored his transitioning from boyhood to man, by denying his request for better fitting shoes or longer pants. It hadn’t been until recently he had actually started addressing him as such, however still avoiding assisting in a graceful transition. This made him feel so grown up, receiving a gift that would be used daily, becoming a reminder of her every time he would see it.

“It’s beautiful, thank you” he said setting it back in the box, beckoning her closer. She obliged him, setting her fingers along his jaw.

“Of course. My family has always tried to gift each other something practical as well as something homemade… so I figured this might be a good idea as you had need for one, or at least a better one” she said and he laughed.

“I love it.” He said, as a wonderful image flashed in his mind. Him leaning on the vanity of a small home, much like what he had in feldcroft, while her careful hands scraped the blade over his cheek. At some point he’d pull her in for a kiss, the lather getting all over her face to her dismay, and he’d laugh at her before aiding her in wiping it away. Maybe at some point he’d pretend she had nicked him, just to momentarily startle her, before allowing his mischievous laugh to fill the air. More than likely she’d scold him, lightly slap his shoulder, before continuing anyway. When she would finish he’d pull her in for a deep kiss, to thank her for the not so difficult labor. The more he thought about it, these domestic tasks like grooming being in her hands instead of his own made them exciting, endearing, alluring.

“Good, because I hope you’ll get use out of it” she said, rising to finish dressing when his hands pulled her backwards onto his lap.

“I still haven’t given you anything sweetheart” he purred along the column of her neck. From behind he carefully set the small box in her lap. She lifted it somewhat apprehensively. The small size and shape of the box didn’t leave many options for what it could contain, beyond perhaps a fountain pen or pair of spectacles.

Nestled inside soft velvet laid a small golden locket. The front depicted a simple curved S, made of many sparkling green stones. As she lifted it from the box’s soft interior the gems caught the light brilliantly. Whether the letter was to represent their house, or one of his names she didn’t know, nor did she care. She didn’t realize her lack of a comment on the item was causing Sebastian to shift awkwardly, worried she didn’t like his gift. He was even more concerned at what her thoughts would be when she opened it…

“It’s okay if you don’t like it, I wasn’t sur-“ he started but she interrupted him by turning towards him, flinging her arms around his neck.

“I love it.” She whispered close to his ear and he couldn’t contain the smile that erupted upon his face knowing he was able to make her happy.

When he pulled back he saw the awestruck look on her face as her index finger traced over the initial on the front. “And the S is for….” She asked, a small smirk working its way on her face.

Sebastian blushed at the realization of its implications. He still told her the intent nonetheless. “I suppose it could be whatever you wish for it to mean. I had hoped it you wouldn’t mind it being a connection back to me, for Sallow or perhaps Sebastian. My mother had a similar one that my father gifted her soon after we were born. She had wanted to be able to display something on the inside for Anne and I.” He explained.

“What did she put inside if you don’t mind me asking?” She questioned, understanding if he’d be apprehensive, but driven by curiosity she asked anyway.

Instead of replying he gestured towards the locket in her own hand, signaling to open it. She obliged his request, falling silent when she realized what laid in one side of the locket. He left one half empty, presumably for whatever she deemed important enough to place there herself. In the other side, a small lock of brown hair held together by a tiny thread, laid behind a thin clear cover.

Even encased she immediately knew that he had gifted her something that, in muggle tradition, was highly sought after. The kind of gift exchanged between those who were wed, or at the very least set to be wed. Maybe the same applied in wizarding culture she thought. Either way, her eyes watered when she realized he wanted to share such an intimate part of himself with her.

His lovely brown locks in a way had become a symbol for their utter devotion to one another. He had given up his normal appearance for her to be here with him, as difficult as it had been for him. He had trusted her with the knowledge of how Solomon had abused him in such a manor. She knew how important the task of grooming him had been a strong bond between him and Mrs. Sallow before she passed. How much she enjoyed slipping off to the room of requirement together at the end of the day to hold him close, allowing him to relax as she brushed through his hair. Even now he mentioned passing the torch of cutting his hair onto her, showing his trust in their future, as they both looked forward to the domestic tasks of life together.

“I know that where you come from it has such strong implications but… I couldn’t help it. Nothing seemed grand enough a gift when I thought about it. I wanted you to know, that I am deeply committed to you, and a life with you. When I think back upon the exact moment in which I fell madly in love with you, a large part of me recalls that day in the Undercroft, when you held me in ways no one else had.” He explained, his own hands toying with his hair.

“Put it on me?” She asked, voice thick with emotion and he nodded. She closed the locket again, handing the necklace to him before lifting her hair off her shoulder to avoid getting caught in the clasp. Sebastian carefully laid it along her collarbones before fastening it around the back of her neck. He laid a gentle kiss along the nape of her neck before wrapping his arms around her from behind.

“This is so thoughtful, I truly don’t know what to say other than thank you..” she explained, hand wounding around the locket resting around her neck.

“After all you continue to do for me… I still feel its not enough. A part of me wishes we could both just skip to the part where we are done with school and able to be whatever we choose. A locket seems dull in comparison to such promises now.” He told her as she turned around to face him.

“I want those things, but that does not diminish how lovely this is. It must have set you back quite a bit. Not to mention… when did you get a lock of hair for this?” She asked playfully.

“Yesterday. I had Madam Snelling help me trim and tie off a section when you all were in honeydukes. You can somewhat see it -“ he trailed off, lifting part of his forelock and upon close inspection she could see where part of his iconic hair strand had been sheared a bit. She blushed realizing he had gifted her something so close to his identity.

“Would it be too much for me to ask for a photograph or portrait to keep in the other side?” She inquired, loving the way his lips stretched into a proud smile at her request.

“Of course not. I will admit, I do not have any recent photographs, but I am certain we can work something out if that is what you desire”. He expressed.

“I would love that.” She replied, beaming at his acceptance of her request. “I do have something else for you as well…” she explained and he was reminded how she told him about her muggle traditions.

“Well lets see it.” He tried to reassure her. He had always been a little concerned their differing backgrounds when it came to magic would make her self conscious. He did not believe an ounce of the pure blood nonsense that people like Ominis’s family boasted of. His mother had much respect and regard for muggles, often finding their customs to be utterly fascinating. She had taught history of magic along with continuing to infuse it with elements of muggle studies. He hoped that she would never feel less for her non magical upbringing.

She shifted around before producing a small round container, smaller than the palm of his hand. Gently she passed it off to him, allowing him to do with it as he pleased. What Sebastian couldn’t see was the soft blue glow coming off the box. She knew that only herself, and those with her gifts, would be able to see its connection to ancient magic. However, she hoped that in giving him something, that at its core was made of the magic that flowed through her, to be a strong show of herself as a gift.

It took a moment for Sebastian to recognize what exactly he was looking at. The small round shape imitating earrings or something of the nature, but when he lifted one from the container he realized it they were a set of cufflinks. The small oval shaped cufflinks depicted coiled snakes on each side, mirroring each other.

“I uh… asked the Keepers about using ancient magic to conjure and create items. I realize you actually have no way of knowing they were made with my magic, however, I can assure you it took several attempts before I mastered conjugation with ancient magic. They don’t exactly sell spellcrafts for forms of magic long forgotten. In fact, I am not sure many items like this even exist.” She rambled in an attempt to explain the possible let down of her gift.

“You made these?” He asked her, still surprised at her magical talents and abilities. Knowing that she had taken the time to learn more about her unique abilities in order to gift him something so trivial made his heart flutter.

She nodded, watching as his eyes softened.

“They are incredible. Thank you. I shall wear them every day.” He told her, drawing her closer, intending to feel her warmth. They remained in a soft embrace for a while, enjoying the way their bodies relaxed into one another.

“Thank you again for the locket, I absolutely adore it.” She spoke quietly into his neck as he held her.

“I will admit, I am looking forward to seeing you walking about the castle with it.” He replied smugly.

She pulled back slightly, “Was that your attempts at branding me” she asked with an obviously put on gasp.

“Well you are my little heifer…” he joked and she smacked his shoulder as he begun to laugh.

“I believe I told you never to call me that” she whined

“Oh you did, but we both know I am not particularly good at following rules” he replied and she hummed, returning to the comfort of his warm skin. Her fingers grazed across his still naked chest, traveling up to cup his jaw.

“This is true.” She replied.

Sebastian lifted his hand, feeling around on the other side of his jaw. Looking back at the small razor he realized he didn’t actually know how to use one. He had been barely scraping by with the occasional usage of the safety razor he borrowed from Ominis, but a straight razor was somewhat intimidating. Perhaps Solomon would actually be of assistance if he asked nicely.

“Why don’t we finish getting dressed, and I will see if Solomon can actually help me learn how to use one of these properly.” He gestured towards her gift and she nodded before rising from his lap.

She stepped towards a mirror, brushing her own hair while he slowly finished dressing himself. Once the last of his buttons was fastened, he attached the cufflinks she had gifted him, before coming to stand behind her with the tie he had snagged from his trunk. When she lifted her hands to begin braiding her hair he gently removed them before dropping her locks over one side of her shoulder, leaving the other bare.

“Please leave it down” he murmured into her shoulder as he gently pressed kisses to her soft skin. He felt her nod as she set the brush down, turning to face him. Removing the tie from his hands, she wound the fabric around his neck, slowly making work of creating the knot. Once she was satisfied she gently brushed a hand over the length of the tie, flattening it against his abdomen.

“Fastening my tie, yet another domestic task that I would much appreciate falling to you in the future” Sebastian winked as he carefully leaned down to peck her lips before moving to collect his waistcoat, sliding his arms through the holes and doing its few buttons as well.

“So allow me to recap. I am to help you shave, cut your hair and fasten your tie. Anything else Mr. Sallow, or are you incapable of doing anything on your own” she teased and he laughed at her notion he was helpless. She came to stand next to him as he finished pulling his arms through the sleeves of his blazer. She adjusted the lapel pin that had shifted when he’d tossed the jacket to the floor the night before.

“Not really, I am utterly helpless without you, future Mrs. Sallow.” At his words her fingers stalled, her eyes lifting to his own as his hand stretched out to trace the locket resting near the valley of her breasts.

“Don’t act as if you don’t like it when I call you that” he said in a low tone.

“I never said I didn’t”. She replied

“Good.”

The two of them stared at one another for a while before finally he lifted a hand, beckoning her to grab it. Sliding the box containing the straight razor into his jacket’s pocket, he helped her lift the few miscellaneous boxes she had brought containing gifts for his family into one of the enchanted bags she often carried. Helping lift it over her shoulder, he sought out of the tent, holding her hand.

The cool air had intensified overnight, and the light was barely touching the edges of the sky. Very few people moved about the hamlet as they made their way to the main house. Sebastian let go of her hand when they approached the door, pressing a gentle kiss to her cheek, before stepping inside to make sure his uncle wasn’t still asleep. When he confirmed Solomon was awake and moving in the kitchen to start the kettle, he stepped back through the door to retrieve her.

Once inside the warmth of the house, she brushed the few pieces of fallen snow off her hair and arms. “Good morning Mr. Sallow.” She said as she wandered over to the pantry to aid in starting breakfast. Sebastian followed behind her, standing close by as his Uncle turned around to acknowledge the pair.

“Mornin you two. Sebastian, are your sister and Gaunt still asleep?” Solomon asked and he nodded in reply.

“Best to let Anne sleep as long as she can.” He replied, moving back to the now boiling kettle.

Sebastian watched as she carefully folded the dough she had quickly crafted into the shape of what he imagined would be scones without any hesitation and precision from years of doing it nonmagically. Seeing her so comfortable in their family’s kitchen brought back the stirring he continued to feel at seeing them both engaging in domestic tasks. That reminded him of the conversation he’d been meaning to have with Solomon. This was as good a time as any.

“Uncle Solomon, might I have a word.” He spoke, turning back towards the man who was setting the table. At his question, the man dropped one of the napkins he’d been holding. Turning back towards his nephew, seeing the way he shifted weight from foot to foot, he began to panic. He’d heard that tone before, and suffice to say, when his brother often used it on their parents the outcomes were not pretty. Solomon glanced over at the girl, knowing she had heard Sebastian’s request but did not look worried. Seeing her more calm reaction made him sigh as he realized Sebastian was not addressing that as a concern.

Sebastian stepped back through the door once his uncle nodded and the pair made their way around to the right side of the house. Unsure how to bring up the topic, he led us guardian over to the top of the watch tower before leaning over the railing.

“What’s happened?” Solomon asked him, worried of all the horrible responses Sebastian could give him.

Sebastian on the other hand couldn’t entirely fault him for assuming the worst. Instead of turning Solomon’s wrong assumption into an argument he simply shook his head.

“I have been thinking about what you said the other day, when she came back on the brink of death with Professor Fig.” Sebastian told his Uncle, still trying to find a way to articulate himself in an appropriate manor that would be taken seriously.

“I already apologized for my actions, why can’t it be left at that?” Solomon said, wrongfully assuming Sebastian was airing out more of their dirty laundry so to speak.

“I am not looking for an apology. I admit, I was partially in the wrong as well.” Sebastian replied, finally looking from Rookwood castle back to his Uncle, who still bore a confused expression.

“Then what is this about Sebastian? Have you-“ Solomon began but Sebastian immediately responded by shaking his head, making the older man’s words die upon his lips.

“I have not disgraced her if that is what you are inquiring. I meant what I said, about caring for her. I make no attempt at hiding or denying my affections. To do so would be futile at this point.” He replied, a sigh leaving his lips as his fingers probed his temple. Solomon and him had never been close, and to have a conversation like this with him was proving difficult.

Sensing the struggle coming from his nephew, the ex Auror softened. He recognized the young man was attempting to open up to him, not seeing him as the enemy.

“She’s a remarkable young witch. Eleazar spoke highly of her talent. Hard to believe she only learned of magic recently. What she did for the man was selfless. The way she is with your sister, Gaunt, everyone… I can see why you care for her.” Solomon spoke as gently as he could, still finding the words foreign on his tongue.

“I feel undeserving of her affections if I’m honest.” Sebastian said, looking back down at the house. He knew a small part of his Uncle would agree with him, but that still didn’t stop him from uttering the words. Solomon truly wasn’t sure how to respond, knowing the young man would most likely not believe any attempts to disagree so he remained silent for a moment.

“The way she looks at you reminds me of how your mother looked at your father as if he had hung the moon himself.” The man spoke, gesturing towards Sebastian. “You may feel undeserving, however at the end of the day, her affections are hers alone to give. If she has chosen you, count it as luck, and do your best to avoid loosing it.”

Solomon pondered his life of failed relationships, how he dug his heels in at every woman’s attempts of loving him. He did not want his nephew falling into the same state. Even though the teenagers endearments were at time worrisome with possible undesired consequences, he truly enjoyed having the girl in his home. He enjoyed how much more mature his nephew had been as a result of her affections. At the end of the day he knew this strange girl, with her strange gifts, were the only thing that would snap Sebastian out of this dark road he’d slowly been going down since Anne was cursed.

“That’s what I need help with. I don’t want to lose her. I’m not sure how much Professor Fig shared of her responsibilities, but knowing every time she leaves the castle could be her last, it terrifies me. Knowing Anne may not be there to see us -“ Sebastian paused, eyes glassing over at remembering the words his sister had spoken to Ominis last night. Solomon gently placed a hand on his shoulder in an attempt to calm him.

Eventually Sebastian was able to rope in his emotions to continue. “If I was to write to her father, how would I go about that? What exactly… what should I say? What do I offer? I understand that there’s a difference in how Muggles handle these arrangements, but how would I initiate…”

When Solomon realized what his nephew was asking his eyes unintentionally went wide, acknowledging the young man was serious.

“Sebastian, when I said that the other night it was out of anger, I do not expect you to-“ he started but was interrupted.

“I am asking because it is what I want. I did tell you when I finally got around to it, I wanted it to be my decision. The last two days have showed me a great deal of what I desire.” Sebastian replied.

“And what is it you want exactly?” His uncle asked, still fully unsure what he had planned.

“I would like to ask her father for her hand. I was able to read a tome in Hogsmeade and apparently the average muggle engagement lasts at the very least 1-2 years, often times longer. If I were to ask now, it would allow time over the next summer for me to construct somewhere for us to live, and once we are both 18 and have left Hogwarts we may do as we please. And, if Anne does take a turn for the worse, we can hasten that plan to at least allow her to see vows or something of that nature, since it is important to me that she be there.” Sebastian began to ramble of the loose plans he had been constructing while lying in bed last night. Once he finished he turned, expecting a mirage of different responses: possibly anger, frustration, annoyance, humor. He was not expecting Solomon to be nodding his head along with his words.

“Are you sure Sebastian?” He asked, attempting to gage the seriousness of the young man.

“Positive. You know, ha” Sebastian started, cutting off to chuckle before continuing as he pulled the razor from his pocket, passing it to his uncle. “She gave me this and the only thought I had was standing in a home of our own in the morning before work while she attempted to make the tea. That picture of spending our lives together has been the only thing keeping me from going insane for a while now. I - I can’t imagine coming home to anyone else.” He finished his train of thought.

“I suppose it is time I teach you how to use one of these” Solomon responded the small box back to him. His lighthearted comment eased Sebastian, as he was not sure what his guardian’s response would be to the request.

“So you’ll help with what to send to her father?” Sebastian asked.

“How about we head back and knock it out while your sister and her finish breakfast? Then we’ll tackle that peachfuzz.” Solomon offered with a small laugh and an outstretched hand.

“While I take offense to that later half, I would love that.” Sebastian responded, accepting the handshake.

[bloogers-boogers]

Small one-shot

Author’s note: God, It’s been like a week since I last wrote, tho it feels like decades 😭 anyways this is about my last post ‘no cure’

Gave it my best, i still have some drafts to finish when it comes to my other fics (no, i haven’t forgotten!) so yeah, went a little rush on this one.

Btw @malu897 i did it! Cx

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“What’s taking him so long?” Kyle tapped his feet desperately as he hold on to a basketball, he stood put near the basketball hoop watching intensely towards the entrance of the court.

Both Stan and Kenny shared a glance in confusion before the raven boy spoke.

“You invited Butters?”

Kyle arced a brow, “no dude, I’m talking about Cartman. Where the fuck is he?” Clenching on to the ball as he felt frustration rise inside him. He wanted to play already and his fat friend was delaying them from doing so.

Oblivious to his friends concerns he began bouncing the ball a couple of times, turning his back away from them and throwing the ball inside the hoop with ease.

“Cartman can’t come, he’s sick,” Stan added softly, watching Kyle tense before stopping the ball from rolling away with his right feet.

Still looking away he grabbed the ball, “So? He can still come and play. Did someone tell him we were gonna meet up here?”

“Dude, Kyle. Like he’s really sick right now, i doubt he could if he wanted to.”

The redhead made a sour expression before turning to look at his friends, “He’s been through worse, he can do it. Cmon, let’s get his lazy ass outta bed before he blends with it,” and with that, he marched his way towards Cartman’s house, two unsure boys following behind.

••••

"Sorry boys, but Eric can’t come out to play today,” Liane comented, smiling apologetic before closing the door.

“See?” Stan spoke from behind, Kyle looked the other way not bothering to answer back, following the trail of snow leading under Cartman’s window.

He stood there staring at the window above, his friends approaching as they connected the dots.

“Kyle, that’s not necessary,” Stan tried reasoning with the redhead, but it was far too late; Kyle was already half way climbing the ladder conveniently placed in the ground underneath the window.

Kyle peeked from outside the window, using both his hand to see clear inside

“Anything?” He heard Stan ask.

“It’s dark,” he replied back, before tapping a couple of times expecting to hear something back, but none.

He slowly opened up the window as he peeked his head inside, eyeing a small lump wrapped with a blanket in the bed.

A coughing fit began to resonate throughout the room, Kyle carefully climb inside entering the bedroom.

“Cartman?” He asked in a whisper, cautious to not be caught by his friend’s mother, “lardass, stop acting like you got your limbs cut off and let’s go. We’re getting you outta here,”

Kyle approached his friend who only bothered to give him a small glance; still under his covers looking exhausted with big dark circles under his eyes and his skin paler than ever. His stomach flipped a knot, the boy didn’t seemed bothered by his presence, his eyes were dull and he coughed a little more lightly than previously.

“Kyle..?” The redhead’s heart pounder a aching feeling resurfacing in it by the softest sound his ever heard come out from his rival.

His fingers twitch, looking at the boy’s messy hair covering half his eyes.

Kyle felt like he was left speechless, luckily for him he was unintentionally saved by his best friend who peaked from outside the window before joining inside followed by Kenny.

"Hey, Cartman," Stan chimed in, a sad smile formed his lips, "we're gonna go play basketball."

"I don't think he can move, dudes," Kenny spoke next to them.

They all share a knowing glance and with out further thought Kenny was already found half way down the ladder holding on to Cartman's ass an legs with one arm while Kyle held Cartman's upper body on to his back as he climb down and Stan hold on to the ladder for safety reasons, Cartman tirelessly rested his head on the redhead's shoulder as his arms dangled on to Kyle's sides as both boys struggled to get him down.

Miraculously they managed to do so with out dropping him, Stan on the other hand trip on the last step climbing down.

The breeze hit fiercely against them and Cartman began coughing abruptly, Kyle covered his mouth with his hand still having Cartman on his back, "do you want us to get caught, fatass?" He sneered, hearing the coughing cease.

He struggled a bit to balance himself, wobbling legs by the extra weight but he managed to stand still, eyeing his friends in a signal to keep watch while walking down the streets and heading towards the basketball court.

That was one of the few attempts they did to keep including their ill friend in there hangouts.

The second time is was with little less effort, as Cartman really was in a delicate state so they managed to sneak inside his bedroom and watch Netflix movies together against the protest of their parents.

The third, was much more complicated.. Cartman was trapped at the hospital this time, Kenny had stalled the nurses with a couple of firecrackers while Kyle and Stan stuck in Cartman's room and wheeled his bed out from the building. They slid down wildly a cliff, smiling with the sudden rush of adrenaline holding on to their friend who didn't share the same enthusiasm as they went down.

And no matter how many times his friends tried to reason with him for the obvious oncoming Kyle refused to accept Cartman wasn't gonna be okay, that he still was the same old Cartman they knew and that he could still be as livid and wild as he ever was.

But deep inside, he knew that was a lie to keep himself from admitting the inevitable truth.

Cartman was gonna die.

[b6cky]

pretty girl

synopsis: peter finds his way into your home and does something out of character, but it makes your heart soar.

pairing: peter parker x fem!reader

taglist: @sp1deys @inu1gf @stanmixtapes @wilczachannn @peterparkertheloml ( send an ask to be added! )

warnings: mildly injured peter parker, she/her pronouns used, LOTSA fluff!!!

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y/n’s eyes widened, hearing the sound of someone shuffling around on the fire escape beside the window in her room. she stared at the window, trying to rationalise with herself. it wasn’t uncommon for peter to pay her visits late at night after he did his patrol, claiming something about having to know if ‘his favourite person was tucked in nicely’, despite y/n claiming she could tuck herself in perfectly fine, ‘nope! nothin’ beats the old peter parker burrito blanket special!’ he would say in return.

the window started to slide open, y/n’s nerves easing as she saw the red and blue suit slowly roll through the window and dropping to the ground with a thud.

“peter what the fuck! i said be quiet when you do this!” y/n scolded him, keeping her voice quiet, but the tone harsh. obviously, she wasn’t actually mad at peter, but he was both risking her parents catching him and finding out he is spiderman.

“sorry,” he giggled getting up on his feet, a goofy grin on his face.

“hey, hey, c’mere..” y/n’s face softened, noticing a cut on his face, right across his cheekbone. she sat up and peter sat right in front of her, still smiling, “what happened?”

her hands went up to his face, cupping his cheeks gently, “i’m okay, just some drunk guy with a knife is all, you should’ve seen him, he was like swish fshh woosh, but then i was like fwip sheew pow.”

“i’m sure you were great out there, bug boy,” y/n laughed, walking over to her dresser and searching for the clothes he left there. once, she found a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt, she threw them behind her.

“ow.”

y/n turned around to look at peter with the items of clothing over his head, “you can dodge bullets, but not clothes?”

“it’s- it’s complicated..” he smiled, removing the clothes from his face and standing up to get changed. his hand pressed down on the spider symbol branded on the chest of his suit and at an instant the suit fell down his body and he was left in his boxers.

“really? you wear your face on your boxers?” y/n raised an eyebrow at him.

“technically the mask isn’t my face.” peter covered his boxers with his t-shirt, his face red from embarrassment.

“i think it’s cute, maybe i can get a matching pair,” y/n chuckled grabbing a wet wipe from her dresser to clean up his face, waiting for him to get dressed. peter smiled to himself as he got changed, the idea of his girlfriend wearing merch of him making him all giddy inside.

“finally… bed time,” peter sighed, letting himself fall back onto the bed, smiling at y/n.

“did you hit your head why are you looking at me like that?” y/n smiled, laughing a little bit at his facial expression. he looked like a little puppy staring at his best friend in the world.

“missed you a lot, pretty girl.”

y/n’s eyes widened and she froze, just staring at peter, “are you sure you didn’t hit your head?”

peter just frowned dramatically at her, reaching his arms out and acting like if she didn’t join him in bed in the next three seconds he would just combust into flames. y/n rolled her eyes and got into bed with him, making sure to clean his face off before they cuddled. she held his face gently and as carefully as she could, she cleaned the dried blood off his face and cleaned the cut. even though she knew it would be gone in the morning, it was still hard to see the man she was so in love with getting hurt night after night.

“what’s on your mind, pretty girl?”

there it was again. that nickname. it sent butterflies straight to her stomach.

“oh, the usual - y’know, my very adorable boyfriend but his side hustle as bug man always getting him hurt,” y/n chuckled, throwing the wet wipe away and quickly planting a kiss on peter’s cheek, just under the cut to make sure that she didn’t hurt him.

“c’mere,” he mumbled grabbing y/n by the waist and pulling her on top of him. she smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck and looked up at him.

“there’s my pretty girl.”

it wasn’t that peter didn’t compliment y/n - oh, he did. a lot. but nicknames was something he never did, he wanted to of course, but he was just awkward and it never felt natural to him. but boy did it make y/n’s heart soar to hear the nickname ‘pretty girl’ coming from him.

“what’s with the nickname?” y/n laughed softly.

“what? you don’t like it?” he raised an eyebrow, he didn’t want her to be uncomfortable at all.

“no, no, i like it. i really like it,” y/n admitted, feeling slightly flustered, “i’ve just never heard you call me that.”

peter smiled, pulling her closer to him, “i just want you to know how pretty you are… you are so pretty.”

y/n knew he was sleepy, he usually got very sappy and sweet at bedtime, “and you, peter parker, are even prettier.”

he scrunched up his nose as she kissed his chin and laughed quietly, “i don’t think so, you can’t say that when i have the prettiest girl in new york in my arms.”

“just in new york?” y/n teased.

“in the world- no! in the universe!”

“you are so cute,” y/n chuckled, hiding her face in his chest.

“i love you, y/n… so much,” he sighed, his hands moving up from her waist to her back, “i am deeply in love with you, sometimes it’s distracting, but that’s good, because while i’m out spidermaning i have my pretty girl here waiting for me all pretty in her pyjamas.”

“you’re such a sap, i love you peter.”

“the avengers banned me from talking about you, said i can’t talk about you unless they meet you,” he laughed.

“they want to meet me?” y/n’s eyes widened.

“who wouldn’t want to meet you?” peter smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling at how widely he was smiling.

“maybe one day, but right now you better sleep, i’m lacking vitamin b.”

“what?”

“vitamin peter b parker.”

“that was awful, y/n.”

“at least i’m pretty, right?”

[msmarvelwrites]

Sunday Kinda’ Love

Summary: You weren't sure when it happened, falling in love with Bucky Barnes.

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Warnings: insane amounts of fluff, domestic Bucky, Explicit sexual content, Oral (f receiving), fingering, vaginal penetration, lazy counter-top sex, 18+

Word Count: 1.3K

Authors Note: shoutout to @sweeterthanthis who Puts up with me sending her screenshots of my fics every 10 minutes 😂 love you bitch. Thank you for helping me babe!

all mistakes are my own.

The rain patting on the windowsill pulled you from your hangover induced coma as the smell of coffee wafted into the bedroom. You reached over, running your fingers across the empty bed in hopes to find your soldier, though he seemed to have already made the most of your day off. 

You, on the other hand, were fully content to lay in bed all day and sleep away the reminisce of vodka Carol had challenged you to the night before.

The sound of Bucky humming along to the distant radio brought a small smile to tug at the corners of your lips. The way you knew he was shuffling around the kitchen, trying to keep his hands busy until you woke made you melt.

You weren't sure when it happened. 

The nights seemed to lull into days spent in Bucky’s apartment. Lazing away the afternoons when you both returned home from a mission too sleep deprived to find your way back to your own bed. And you supposed there were worse ways to wake up. 

You struggled, sliding out of the warm covers and onto the chilly hardwood floors. The ground beneath you creaked slightly as you stumbled across the room, grabbing one of Bucky’s old T-shirts and tossing it over your head. 

You patted into the living room, leaning against the kitchen counter until Bucky finally spun around. His super hearing, already picking up on your presence, but the man never seemed to let on he could predict your every move.

Even though you knew he could.

“Mornin’, sunshine.” He hummed, his voice melting over you like a warm bath. 

You smiled, unable to contain the way he made your tummy erupt into a fit of flutters. The pet name always fell from his lips so effortlessly. As if the old Brooklyn charm was always just beneath the surface of that stormy gaze.

“Good morning, Sarge.” You quipped, sneaking past him as he groaned under his breath, neck luling back as he eyed you pouring yourself a cup of coffee. 

“You know, you could get away with murder by calling me that.” He mumbled, caging you against the counter, his hot breath fanning against the shell of your ear. 

“Who told you my master plan?” You chuckled, setting down the mug and leaning into his touch. 

The man was, in every sense of the word, intoxicating. From the way he called your name to the feather like touches that sent electric shivers to explode through your body each and every time he held you. It was unnerving how easily you gave yourself to him. And completely out of character for you…

That was, of course, until you met Bucky Barnes. 

Bucky hummed, a careless laugh rumbling against your skin as he spun you around, his lips instantly melting with yours. 

You laced your arms around his neck, breathing him in - the faint taste of his mouthwash tingling against your tongue, rendering you weak. 

His vibranium arm whirled, clutching you by your waist and lifting you effortlessly onto the counter as he stepped between your legs. His hands lazily rubbing your thighs, lips dancing across the sensitive skin on your throat. 

“Bucky,” You managed to breathe out, head lulling back against the cupboards as he began tugging at your panties. “What about breakfast?” 

Bucky chuckled, stilling in his movements as you met his gaze. His eyes, crinkled at the corners as he grinned down at you with a softness you couldn't quite put your finger on. With a soft kiss on the nose, he rested his forehead against yours, warm minty breath fanning against your lips.  

“Sunshine, you're all I want.” 

You smirked, miring his lopsided smile as you lifted yourself off the counter. In one skilful movement, Bucky had your panties sliding down your leg, hanging around your ankle as he pressed his erection against your dampness. 

Your eyes rolled back in your head, blissed out as he dropped to his knees, hands on either side of your knees as he licked a long, hot strip up your thigh. His fingers, easing into your slick folds, opening you up as his tongue lapped against your dripping hole. 

“Tease.” You accused, hands tangled in his cropped hair as he slipped his index finger deep inside, curling it against your fluttering walls. 

“Is that so?” He mumbled, and though you couldn't see his lips, you knew the exact smirk playing on them. 

You head snapped back, crashing against the wooden cupboard as his tongue found your clit, swirling around the aching bud as he drank you in. Your whole body was lit aflame - legs lazily wrapped around his broad shoulders while he made quick work of your impending orgasm. 

You couldn't help it, the man knew every weak spot you had. The way he memorized every way to pull you apart in his hands had you trembling, begging to shatter. 

“Oh god - fuck, Bucky. I’m-”

He hummed, and with the flick of his tongue, you were falling off the edge. Figuratively and literally and he held you up, your orgasm crashing over you like a title-wave as you drowned in it’s ecstasy. 

“Fuck-” Bucky gasped, your slick coating his stubble as he licked his lips clean, the action causing you to shudder. “You taste so sweet. Gotta’ have you.”

Before you could answer, Bucky had you wrapped around his waist, spinning you carefully as you tumbled against the kitchen island, body still quivering. You watched from hooded eyes as he freed himself from his boxers, stroking his cock and lining himself up with your dripping cunt. 

He sank into you, slowly at first, hooking his cold fingers under your knee and wrapping your leg around him. You could only arch your back, body aching and used as he carefully rocked his hips into you. You bit back a moan, watching Bucky toss his head back, eyes snapping shut while he slowed his pace. 

You knew he was holding back, you had seen him come undone before. And yet, something about the way your bodies tangled together felt different. His actions- more deliberate and calculated. His body conveying something words never stood a fighting chance to. 

He kept his agonizing pace, his length dragging against your walls, pulling him deeper into you until he had your eyes rolling back in your head. You begged for more, body vibrating as he pulled you against him. His lips, searing as they found yours, carelessly running down your throat and sucking on that sweet spot that had you moaning his name like a prayer. 

“That’s it sunshine. Fuck, just like tha-” 

Bucky’s fist crashed down beside you, his hips snapping to meet yours as he chased his high. You could feel the familiar coil building in your belly, his cock pulling you closer and closer to the very edge until he let out a gasp, hands finding your waist as he held you still. Spurts of his hot spend coated your walls, never easing up on his thrusts until he had you screaming his name. 

You stayed like that, your head resting in the crook of his neck as you both tried to steady your breathing. Your heart felt like it might explode out of your chest as his hands ran circles across your back, grounding you and bringing you back to him. 

“I’m falling in love with you, Buck.” 

You didn't even know the words had left your lips as Bucky slipped himself out, eyes trained on yours. The silence before he spoke eating away at you until the gnawing almost became too much. Maybe he wasn't ready for that? Had you spoken too soon? Had you read the room-

“I can't believe you beat me to it.” Bucky chuckled, his lips instantly finding yours as he smiled into the kiss. “You’re full of surprises, aren't you, sunshine?”

“I’m full of something, Sarge.” 

[uchihashisuii]

wanting. - Itachi/Shisui

Summary: "Why don't you let me touch you?" Shisui breathes into the heat of Itachi's mouth, sounding more curious than hurt. "Because I'm afraid," Itachi answers him after a moment of consideration, fingertips trailing down his arm and smiling softly into the low light at the low purr Shisui gives.

or: in which transmasc Itachi finds his courage to trust.

Pairing: Transmasc Uchiha Itachi/Uchiha Shisui

Rating: Explicit

Content warning for fluff + smut, vaginal fingering, masturbation, slight praise kink.

Author’s Note: for the ShiIta Week 2022 bingo event - prompts used were "First Time" + "Masturbation"

Ao3

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"Why don't you let me touch you?" Shisui breathes into the heat of Itachi's mouth, sounding more curious than hurt. It tugs on Itachi's heart, because he knows Shisui has been nothing but patient, nothing but kind and loving and everything Itachi hadn't realized he'd needed. He deserves trust, and honesty; he knows Itachi better than anyone else in all the world, and in turn Itachi knows Shisui, understands hum and recognizes his own kindred soul buried beneath the other man's ribs.

"Because I'm afraid," Itachi answers him after a moment of consideration, fingertips trailing down his arm and smiling softly into the low light at the low purr Shisui gives.

"Of what?" He asks, as Itachi knew he would; breaking their lazy kisses to catch his eye and cup Itachi's cheek with a gentle hand.

Itachi thinks about it, feeling unspoken volumes of nerves flutter beneath his ribs like the ceaseless beating of a hummingbirds wings. There are a hundred ways he could answer that question, despite appearances that he is fearless, so filled to the brim with confidence and ease. He almost believes his own lies, some days. He's afraid of vulnerability, of opening himself up, of being something that Shisui will no longer want. He thinks it through, carefully, until his eyes flutter open and he can stare into Shisui's warm brown gaze, finding nothing but patience.

"Of being honest."

They'd met by accident, Shisui coming through the door of a lecture hall too quickly, running into Itachi who was just leaving, coffee spilt on both of them and papers flying everywhere. Itachi remembers being infuriated, for a half a moment; a bad morning made worse, by some idiot who couldn't even pay enough attention to not crash into someone. Itachi's glasses had been knocked askew, the front of his sweater soaked with the remnants of his own iced coffee, and was thrown so utterly off-kilter that he'd come very close to kicking the notably free-of-spilt-coffee idiot in the shin just to feel something.

And then he'd noticed a hand held out to him, apologies brimming and bubbling on a frowning mouth, and after that half-moment of frustration and anger had passed Itachi realized that it - really wasn't that big as issue, was it? Accidents happen, and bad mornings can always make way for lovely afternoons.

His name was Shisui, and he was most certainly an idiot. He apologized far too many times, and bought Itachi a new coffee from the small brownstone cafe on the corner. They talked, had lunch, laughed and talked some more, and Itachi was in love before the sun began to set.

"Why don't you let me touch you?" Shisui asks him some months later, when they're together and tangled and breathing heavily into the dusk-filled room of Shisui's apartment. An instinctive part of Itachi wants to argue, remind Shisui that of course I let you touch me; you've a hand fisted in my hair and have been swallowing my moans the past half hour, haven't you?

But he knows what Shisui means. Knows even better that whilst he is comfortable with Shisui and trusting of him, there are some things that Itachi finds almost impossible to admit. They'd not gotten further than heated kisses and wandering hands, Itachi's spine going stiff when Shisui presses his mouth to his throat, when his fingertips dance on the waistband of his pants. They always stop, slow down, without a complaint or a question. Itachi isn't ready, is less shy or demure but more afraid of willfully vulnerability; there is trust, but there is fear, too.

He knows Shisui loves him. Can see it plain in every crooked grin, in the way he brings Itachi coffee or kisses his head or doesn't question or push when Itachi pulls away from intimacy. He's so heart-breakingly kind that Itachi almost can't stand it some days, how he is loved by such a man but cannot even return that love in its entirety by being honest and trusting and -

"You don't want to be touched - like that?" Shisui whispers when Itachi is silent for too many moments, dark eyes tracing the ceiling and Shisui's hand a comforting weight on the side of his neck. Itachi shakes his head at his words, biting down on the inside of his cheek as he struggles to say the words aloud.

"No, I do. I'm not - I like sex," he clarifies with a face gone red, clearing his throat delicately and though the room is dark and he doesn't turn to look he can practically hear Shisui's smirk.

"I'm afraid you won't like what you see. I'm afraid of being touched there by someone else, because it's me but also not me and I'm happy with it most days but other days I can't - stand the thought of anyone seeing let alone touching." Itachi gets it all out in one breath, as succinct as he can manage without adhering to the desire to flee.

"I don't understand," Shisui responds, in a soft voice of encouragement and patience and Itachi's heart nearly sings at the sound of it.

So he takes a breath. Lingers in the comfort of Shisui's kindness, and lets his eyes fall closed. Wraps his fingers around Shisui's wrist, and guides his hand to the spot where his thighs come together. Shisui's palm presses flat against Itachi's clothed cunt, tight enough to feel with no mistake just what is there and what is not.

He's burning hot at the apex, thighs twitching together on instinct alone. Partially to hide, mostly because of the way it sends a jolt through his veins. Itachi's mouth drops open and he feels -

"Thank you," Shisui murmurs against the hollow of his throat, fingers curling the barest bit to brush against the curve of where his cunt meets his ass. "Thank you for trusting me."

The backs of his eyes ache with something he refuses to name, and Itachi knots a hand in Shisui's curls to drag him to his mouth, kissing him hard enough to bruise. Their teeth knock together and still Shisui moans, heel of his palm dragging against Itachi's cunt and smiling against his lips when Itachi shudders and gasps.

They don't speak for a while, after that. Words aren't needed, are unnecessary; Itachi is embarrassed but he is loved, accepted and cared for and he can feel the hard press of Shisui's arousal against his hip, eliciting that delicious rush of heat right to his core. They delve once more into wordless communication, shared breaths and tangled hair and exploratory fingertips filled with gentle reverence.

"Will you show me?" Shisui asks him later, when they're both shining with sweat and Itachi has soaked through his underwear. Bruises stand stark against the pale arch of Shisui's neck, when Itachi had pinned him down and shown his affection with teeth and tongue, sucking hard and refusing to let Shisui think he's unwanted.

Itachi's tongue feels heavy in his mouth, carding nervous fingers through his hair. He spoke true earlier, in the honesty that he enjoys his cunt but wasn't sure how to feel about others doing the same. But Shisui is patient, and kind, and loves him; had spent time with his hands curved against Itachi's ribs, holding him close as his mouth followed the trail of the silver scars beneath his pecs, teeth grazing over a nipple and making Itachi's back bow and his name spill from between bitten lips.

Itachi nods, wordless; thinks on how he wants this, wants Shisui. He's more sure of that than anything else, and swallows around his leaden tongue and pulls his pants and underwear off until he's entirely bare.

Shisui sits at the end of the bed, eyes locked on Itachi's own. He doesn't push, doesn't touch; he wants to, wants it bad enough it aches. Itachi can see the way his hands clench and unclench into tight fists where they sit in his lap, cock hard and straining against the fabric of his sweats. Curls damp and sticking to his forehead, flush high on his cheeks and bare chest steadily rising and falling with his every breath. And his eyes - kind brown with pupils blown wide, entranced utterly by the sight of Itachi moving to lean against the headboard, palm smoothing down his slim stomach to delve between parted legs.

He's a vision; beautiful and handsome and warm and his his his. Itachi can feel warmth swelling beneath his ribs, and swallows down the remaining vestiges of his fear. Embarrassment swiftly takes its place, when he plants his feet and opens his legs, allowing his knees to spread. His palm flattens against his cunt, wet enough that his fingers slip between his folds when he parts them. His back arches, head tilted back to gaze with heavy-lidded eyes to the ceiling. His face burns from the exposure but not near as hot as the coiling in his core; he takes only a moment to gather his courage before he's dragging his fingertips right to the top of his aching cunt, swirling a slow circle against the swollen bundle of nerves that has him gasping.

"Fuck," Shisui groans in front of him, eyes finally drifted to where Itachi plays with himself. He has a hand gripping tight to the sheet, knuckles gone white. His hips shift forward and his cock twitches, the sight of it making Itachi smile despite everything. Shisui's on the edge of rampant desperation already, and all Itachi had done was tease and drag and not even make a sound. It's erotic, and freeing; Itachi feels - not simply seen, but understood. This is something infinitely private and precious to him, and know that he's started he feels as light as air.

He's wanted Shisui for weeks now; wanted him inside him and wrapped around him, wanted his kiss and his touch and his heat and everything he could get his hands on. Greedy, perhaps, when he'd been so hesitant to give anything of himself in return. But they're getting there, working on evening the playing field. Each time they'd fallen into bed or on the couch, Shisui had teased Itachi to near combustion, without ever once delving below the belt. It's only fair he return the favor, Itachi thinks with a wry curve to the corner of his mouth. Turnabout's fair play, after all.

He may not be entirely comfortable with being touched by another at his most intimate, but still he wants. And Shisui wants him, too. It's a heady thing, a heavy drag sloughing through his veins and setting his nerves alight. He wants to be wanted, and finds delight in the weight of Shisui's stare, in the small twitch of the other man's hand towards his still-clothed cock, eager and desperate to touch, to feel. But this moment is Itachi's, and they both know he will undoubtedly find his pleasure with his eyes alone.

Itachi wastes no time. The tips of his middle and pointer fingers rub familiar motions over his swollen clit, stomach tensing and thighs quivering at the stimulation. Left to right, in tight circles, he moves; that low-burning spark of arousal fanning into a heightened flame with every twitch of his fingers. Steadily it builds, as he works himself to a peak of arousal with Shisui's gaze heavy on him, switching between his hand and his face and back again. Itachi feels power and delight grow equally with his every broken moan, with each sharp inhalation from the man across from him and the sudden flash of Shisui's hand, dragging his palm hard against his cock.

Itachi's teeth dig into his bottom lip, needy and desperate for relief from the burning desire thrumming through his veins, the coil in his belly wound tight. He trembles as he increases the pressure, fingers dragging over his clit and chasing the sensation, a low whine escaping his lips as his hips instinctively jerk forward. Shisui echoes him, chest heaving as he barely holds on to his desire, watching rapt the way his fingers expertly swirl over his clit. Itachi refuses to look away from his face, the sight of his focus and arousal spurring him on. To have that expression just from watching him get off - it makes him feel beautiful, powerful, sexy.

"That's it," Shisui murmurs, voice gone low enough that it makes his empty cunt clench, eyes flicking up to catch Itachi's gaze, "just like that. Feel good?"

Itachi can only moan, nodding eagerly as the pace of his fingers increases. Shisui's words make him ache, makes the knot in his core tighten and threaten to snap. His hips jerk forward, knees threatening to knock together from the force of sensation. It's too much and not enough, Shisui too far away yet too close, embarrassment and sheer want rushing through him. His fingers nearly blur over his cunt as his motions turn sloppy, hand rushing from side to side and bringing him ever closer to the edge. He doesn't bother to stifle his sounds, mouth dropped open and moaning Shisui's name, loud to his own ears when he grinds hard against his hand, lidded eyes locked on his.

"Can I-" Shisui begins, free hand reaching out as he continues to palm at his cock, tongue dipping out to wet his bottom lip in a smooth motion that Itachi's eyes follow with a certain desperation. He isn't even certain what it is Shisui wants, asks for, begs for - but in this moment, with his pulse rising and his peak approaching, Itachi can do little but nod once more, legs spread further.

Shisui reaches forward, and gives him mercy, salvation, everything. He leans down against the bed and waits only a moment, hand poised just below Itachi's and glances up with one final question in his eyes. But Itachi is impatient, and close, and he wants.

"Please," he murmurs, the word barely making it out before Shisui is sliding a finger inside him, the glide as easy as breathing. Itachi's back arches as his walls clamp down instantly, head thrown back and gasping for breath. His vision goes white, just for a moment. He's soaked and eager and the sound his body makes as Shisui fucks him with his fingers is enough to bring a fresh wave of blood to Itachi's cheeks; it’s loud and wet and utterly filthy.

"Fuck," Shisui manages to breathe out, grinding hard into the mattress and eyes going wide. He keeps the pace steady and slow, making Itachi's lips part in a silent plea. But he only watches, the shine of Itachi's arousal on his finger each time he pulls out, the way he soaks his hand and the sheet below.

He wants to hide, wants to close his eyes and his legs and flee from such open vulnerability. But he doesn't want to pull away from Shisui, doesn't want to put an end to what it is they both feel. He takes a steadying breath, cunt clenching hard, and rocks his hips. Fucks himself on Shisui's finger, fingertips twitching and losing their rhythm over his clit.

He's close, so achingly close that when Shisui dips forward to press a heated kiss to his knee, wrist turning to add a second finger to his soaked hole - Itachi downright writhes, and gets thrown over the edge the moment he looks down to find Shisui smiling, gentle and hungry and filled utterly with affection.

His hips jerk as it washes over him, breath coming out in one swift gust. Thighs twitching and the coil in his core snapping, shouting out his orgasm as Shisui softly fucking him through it. Finger slowing, caressing his walls and delighting in the way Itachi soaks him, whispering words of soft praise and encouragement; Itachi feels weightless, thrusting messily over Shisui's hand and taking him deeper, pressing hard over his clit to drag it out as much as his over-sensitivity will allow. Shisui's answering moan is music to his ears, heightening the plethora of sensation; he presses kiss after kiss against Itachi's knees and thighs, anywhere he can reach as Itachi goes boneless, gulping down air with a heaving chest and murmured thank you's.

He comes down slowly, breath coming easier and exhaustion burying deep in his bones. Itachi's mouth is dry but there is elation still thrumming within him, smiling lazily when Shisui removes his hand with a parting curl of his fingers, making Itachi shiver and a small laugh bubble from his mouth.

"I love you," Shisui tells him, moving up the bed to press a lingering kiss to Itachi's hair. "All of you."

And Itachi believes him.

[levis-tealeef]

“a small gift of kindness,,

levi x reader | fluff

ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛ - levi's had a bad day but has you there to always keep him grounded, and he's ever so thankful <3

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A/N: levi levi leviiiii i love this mans so much <3 expect some more levi stuff real soon :]

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warnings: -

900+ words

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levi wasn’t one to really look after himself. from what it may seem, the opposite is the reality.

his top priority is his team’s safety. his friend’s safety, if he were to go that far. whilst he also cared for his own, whenever he were to come back from a mission he wasn’t one to sit down and relax. immediately he would work. focus on papers, focus on meetings, cleaning, hange’s unnerving experiments, the scouts, the higher-ups being complete assholes- the list goes on and on.

he never realised the toll it put on him… he couldn’t sleep well, not that he’d admit it, so he was already at a disadvantage in the exhaustion. and unfortunately this made him snap from time to time.

admittedly levi knew he could come off quite harsh, but a rough reminder and word was most of the time what was needed. he chooses who needs to hear what, and, like any other human, things slip out.

and so here he was trying to ignore the yells from the yard outdoors, cooped up in his office faced with a pile of boring papers that were staring him in the face.

he stared back for a bit, seeming lost in his own mind. with a soft groan he dropped his head down slightly, the tension in his neck easing slightly as he rubbed it with the back of his hand. he held his forehead with his other hand, eyes closed as he tried masking in any moments of silence he could.

his jaw clenched in annoyance as a knock sounded on his door. with a tired gaze he lifted his head, murmuring a “come in”. he straightened up, taking a pen in his hand in case it was erwin or someone with ‘authority’.

it took a bit of struggle for the door to open, the doorknob rattling a little. it soon opened revealing you who was walking backwards into the room, using your butt to open the door as your hands seemed to be full.

levi relaxed at your presence, putting the pen down and leaning back in his chair. “y/n…”

he watched as you walked over to his desk after shutting the door with your foot, a small, gentle smile on your face. “hello, my love.” you placed down a platter on his desk, carefully setting his papers aside temporarily. neatly, of course.

he hummed and looked at the intricate cups and teacup that sat on the silver, his gaze shifting to your curiously. “there’s no tea…”

“i know- sorry…” your nose crinkled a little as a small laugh escaped you. "i made you a tea-set~”

levi only blinked at that. he looked back at the pottery, taking a cup with gentle care. he admired the handiwork that had gone into it, his brow furrowing slightly in concentration.

there were fine details on it, the bottom engraved with the words 'levi's cup'. a cute gesture, he thought. it was smooth, the handle beautiful detailed with simple shapes and meanings, the entire piece covered in a clear, sheen glaze. there were some quirks here and there, but levi found it all beautiful.

“that… is really sweet of you…” he frowned slightly. for you to have gone out of your way to do something so kind… was there a specific reason?

you softened. “it was the least i could do…” you moved over to his side, gently massaging his shoulders.

you smiled at how concentrated he was, your heart soaring as his whole body and expression had relaxed. this is what you has achieved to do. with all the recent missions and trauma, a little act of kindness could go a long way. seeing levi even the slightest part more content and relaxed gave you ease, as it did him for the time being.

“they’re perfect… they must have taken ages for you to create.” he looked up at you with a side glance. “when the hell did you learn pottery?”

you puffed a small huff of a laugh. “is it that surprising that i have a hobby~?”

he rolled his eyes. “of course not… i find it impressive that you have enough time to have a hobby. especially one as time consuming as this.” he put the cup down and carefully lifted the teapot, admiring it with the same delicacy.

“it’s not that impressive… they took a while to perfect and even then they’re not one hundred percent flawless.” you sighed, continuing your massage. “i hope you like them though… i was hoping a gift would cheer you up.” you whispered, your voice gentle and calming.

levi hummed. “i appreciate everything you make for me, y/n… thank you, truly.” he reached a hand back to lay on top of yours, stopping your rubbing momentarily. he turned his head to look at you. “the gift is perfect… as are you, so don’t say silly things like that again, alright?”

you smiled at him gently as he pressed a soft kiss on your knuckles. “thank you, my dear… you are too~”

he scoffed, a small smile playing on his lips. he put the pottery down and turned his chair to face you, gently laying his hands on your waist. “you are too good to me, y/n l/n.”

you hummed. “guess you just got lucky~”

“i guess i did.” he brought you onto his lap, his arms wrapping around you to enclose you in a gentle hug.

after that, the two of you masked in the silence after that, enjoying the other’s presence.

[cellophaine]

The Calm and The Storm

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader

Word Count: 1954

Warnings: Blood, angst, description of violence, and more.

Author's Note: I finally finished something for the first time in over 3 weeks lmao. I'm so sorry that it's so short. The good (ish) news is I'm easing myself back into my writing groove. After this week, I'll have two weeks off, therefore I can focus on putting out what I actually promised you guys (LA updates, blurbs and sneak peeks of my future project for 2022). Again, I'm so sorry if this one-shot is disappointing. It's a weird time.

Prompt requested by: my friend @phantomkindalikejaiden <3

Taglist (open): @stanfordscrush <3

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Another call went into his voicemail. You threw your phone onto the couch, running a hand through your hair in frustration. 2:38 AM, and Matt wasn't here in your apartment like he was supposed to. Where could he be at this odd hour? You tried his cell over and over to no avail; each unanswered call pushed you further to the terrifying edge. Your worst fears, your dreadful thoughts, ran free in your mind, tugging at the strings of your heart. Your unfinished intern work was displayed on the brightness of your laptop screen, forgotten, as you didn't have the mind to pay attention to it. And it would stay like that for a while longer, as you picked up your coat by the door, getting ready to go to Matt's place. If he didn't want to answer your calls, he would have to talk to you face to face.

Before you could put on the other shoe, quick and sharp raps resounded from the window, making your head turn sharply to the source. A shadowy figure perched on the fire escape; the moonlight drowned out most of their features. Your head kicked into high alert; the instinct to drive the unknown presence away engulfed your senses.

You grabbed the vase on the table by the door, dumping the dried flowers bunch to the floor before treading carefully to the window. Your stance was defensive, bracing yourself for the worst-case scenario as your eyes flitted over the threat. The stranger stole the warning words from you before you could say them.

"It's… me. It's me, sweetheart."

He pulled the piece of fabric down from his eyes, letting the moonlight reveal the rest to you. You took in his unsighted gaze, busted lips, and the bloody hand that still lingered on the dark cloth. No question needed as a sense of urgency took over; you let the vase fall onto the thick carpet with a soft thump, rushing to the window to welcome Matt in.

Before you could close the window all the way, Matt rushed into you, causing you to fall onto the floor in a tangled heap. He wrapped his arms tightly around you; the sudden movement felt desperate, almost as if he needed this, needed you more than his next breath. You couldn't bring yourself to question him when you could feel the sharp shudderings that seemed to run so deep through his body under your palm. You breathed him in, and you could almost taste the blood on your tongue, along with the ghosting touch of fear and agony.

The words that came out of his mouth were strangled, as if he used the rest of his fleeting strength to form them into audible sound.

"I … I did it. I … stopped him."

You ran a hand down his back, trying to soothe the tension visible in his muscles. Your other hand held his head closer to yours, letting him bury his face into the crook of your neck. It seemed like it was where Matt found his comfort. The steady pulse under the thin skin on your neck never failed to calm him down.

"He will … he will never … hurt her again."

The vague whisper cleared the fogginess of your confusion. You knew who he was talking about. You knew because you were the one to call child services with Matt beside you once he told you of what he heard. You were there when Matt got angry and petrified when he found out the little girl's mom didn't believe the knowledge that was brought to her attention. The dad was smart; he knew exactly how not to get caught. And just like that, the ordeal went away quickly, and quietly, leaving both of you in an agitated mess, full of worries for the child's fate. Matt was absent from his place and yours for every night of that week. You understood how hard it was on him to be powerless when neither of you could do anything to save the little girl.

"I … I waited for him to be … alone, and I …."

You held harder onto him; your heart seemed to rattle in your chest, too loud in the strained silence, weighed down by his impending confession.

"… I hit him, over and over and over, until … until … he couldn't move."

You sneaked a glance downward onto Matt's tight hold around you, eyeing the smears of blood he left on your white shirt. You were afraid to ask, but you knew you couldn't avoid it if there were ever the need for imperative precaution.

"Did you … kill him?"

Matt shook his head firmly; his words were muffled by the trembling exhale of breath.

"No … no, I did not kill him. He will live."

You let out a relieved sigh, feeling the weight of an invisible burden lifted off your chest. You knew Matt would never forgive himself if he caused the death of that sickening man. A monster underneath the suit that was made of human flesh and blood, but a human life regardless.

"I … I couldn't stop myself. I kept going and going until his face was all broken up and bloody."

Another deep tremble ran through Matt; his crumpled composure and strangled whispers were a knife plunged deep into your heart, twisting and cutting it into a mangled, bleeding shamble. To feel sympathy for a helpless little girl was one thing. But to feel guilty for what he did to the same person who caused distress to the victim was different. Your heart broke for him as you understood the tremendous guilt Matt put himself through.

"The worst thing is … I enjoyed it. I wanted to cave his face in; I wanted to cripple him until he could no longer talk, no longer move on his own."

The hand you put on his back stilled.

He broke away from the crook of your neck, letting you see his face in all its raw guilt. His face was stricken with tears, contorted in pain and shame. He sobbed the last words out with difficulty.

"I even grinned when I was doing it."

He stood up abruptly, backing away from you as you followed his every move. He spun around wildly; the trail of incoherent thoughts fell from his lips.

"I came straight to you. I ... I needed to hear your voice, I needed to feel you. How could I be so selfish—"

You could sense him spiralling towards a destructive end. You grabbed Matt's shoulders, forcing him to stay still with all of your strength. Then, standing on your tiptoes, you brought your face closer to his, your voice firm, leaving no crack for him to slip through.

"Stop! Matt, listen to me."

He stayed still; his lips parted in surprise at the sternness of your tone. You forced yourself to stay steady, letting him feel the truth that you offered.

"I know … I know that you're scared. But believe me when I tell you this: you did the right thing."

Matt shook his head, averting his blank gaze elsewhere. Even with the lack of sight, he did his best to direct his gaze at you, for he knew how much you appreciated that. He couldn't let you meet his eyes tonight, for he could feel the guilt engulf him, making it hard to breathe.

"No, that's impossible. You must think I'm a monster. How could you not?"

His voice quivered hard, laced with the hot tears that adorned his guilt-stricken face.

"You didn't kill him, Matt. That's the most important thing. He still has a chance at redemption."

Your hand outstretched carefully, reaching for his face like how you would approach a wounded wild animal. Matt winced softly at the contact, but he didn't pull back from your tender touch. Brushing the tears away, you let the weight of them lean on your fingers instead. The words that came out of you were nothing but a raw whisper.

"And if ... if your monster can help a little girl have a good night of sleep tonight, then so be it."

"There's no guarantee that little girl will be safe in that house for as long as her father is still under the same roof. But hopefully, with your intervention tonight, that pathetic, despicable excuse of a human being would leave her alone for good. And if he still dares to do that again …."

You searched for his hand that curled so tightly on its own it could draw blood, wrapping your fingers around the bloody fist and giving it a secured squeeze.

"… you'll be there to remind him what you could do to him."

At that, Matt drew back sharply, shaking his head.

"No. No. This can't be the way. I did that, and I ... enjoyed that feeling when I caved his face in. But, I know I would do it again in a heartbeat."

You sighed, whispering his name in a desperate appeal to guide his focus onto a different perspective. Your hands fell to your sides in acceptance.

"Maybe ... maybe, there's nothing wrong with that. Tell me, answer me truthfully. Would you sleep better knowing there are people like her, too?"

He paused, turning his focus onto your trail of thought.

"People who are helpless, who are suffering because the justice system can't do anything to help. There's only so much the system can do and so many loopholes for people like that cruel man to take advantage of."

You took a deep breath, letting the weight of your words sink in.

"Maybe you are what Hell's Kitchen needs — a helping hand when no one could hear its cries of anguish. You are capable of doing more good when the law, Matt. So go out there, protect your neighbourhood from the dark."

You pressed your forehead to his, and Matt didn't shy away. Instead, he leaned into it. Finally, you felt like you could breathe freely for the first time that night. For a while, you could only hear the mismatched pattern of your breathings gradually unified as one in the stillness of your apartment.

You wiped the tears from his face as he held onto your wrist, pressing small kisses on your pulse. Then, you looked back to the forgotten scrap of fabric on the floor, picking it up to examine it.

"This was all you used to cover your face?"

Matt sniffled, nodding gingerly.

"Yeah, I … I didn't have time to think it through."

You paused before giving him your honest opinion.

"It's ... a little revealing."

Matt's light chuckle followed you as you made your way into your bedroom. You searched your dresser, taking out a black cotton scarf from the compartment. You brought the fabric to his face, wrapping it around his head, covering his hair and the upper half of his face. You pulled it until the edge of the cotton hung on the tip of his nose.

"What do you think? It gives you more discretion, and it should do for the time being. We can work on your ... outfit as well, only if you want to."

Matt dipped his head to place a kiss on top of your head, pulling you into his tight embrace.

"I love it. I love you."

You sighed, leaning into the divine warmth only he could provide. The two of you didn't know where all of this would go, but in the back of your mind, you knew it would end in change. Maybe for the better, maybe for the worse. It didn't matter. You would be here for Matt through it all. You would be his lighthouse, leading him home in the storm.

[greysvirgo]

Wayward III [Dean W.]

Author:@greysvirgo

WARNING(S): Straight up porn without a plot. Mature content. Graphic depiction of pretty much everything that occurs during sex? Like it's pure filth, y'all, I don't even know what to put here. DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own Dean Winchester or any of the characters associated with Supernatural used in this fic. All rights to their respective owners in that regard. I DO however, own my original character(s) and storylines. NOTE: This is a smutty standalone fic series from a crossover AU of mine on Wattpad but it felt fitting here.

Searing beads pelted Jonah's skin. He massaged away the suds lathered onto his body. Eyes held shut as he worked away the stress of the day. The crook in his neck loosened by the steam. He groaned as he kneaded the tension.

The rings on the curtain clinked together as they slid back on the rod. An cool breeze vanished as it came. The curtain clinked shut. A fiery warmth replaced the breeze on his back. A smile grew on his face.

"Dean," He greeted. Voice sweet as honey and light as a feather. He opened his eyes and turned to face the man.

A fresh cut marred his cheekbone. Along with dirt and soot. He smelled of smoke. His eyes weighed with exhaustion. They moved to crinkle as his smile grew to reach them.

"Miss me?" He asked playfully. His eyes streamed down Jonah's figure with the water. He licked his lips as he came to the cock between his legs. His smile darkened. He slid his hand down the curve of Jonah's hip. Licking his lips as he gave his ass a squeeze.

Jonah chuckled and pushed the pentagram on Dean's chest. Spinning them so that Dean was now under the stream. "I did," He said.

He felt a jab against his stomach. Knowing full well what it was. He slid his hand up Dean's thigh. He cupped Dean's balls then traced his index finger up his bedrock length. He circled his hand around his girth, teasing and slow.

Jonah tilted bis head to the side. Biting his lip in a stormy smile as he felt Dean twitch in his hand. A deep grunt bumbled in the man's chest. "Not as much as you missed me," Jonah said in response to his suppressed groan.

"Long as you know," Dean retorted after a chuckle. He shut his eyes. He lifted his arms, muscles flexed, as he raked his large hands through his hair. The piping water matched the heat coursing in between them.

His dick tingled as the slip of soap foamed against Jonah's motions. A hum vibrated in his throat. "Don't stop," He panted.

Jonah's wicked chuckle echoed in the steam-fogged bath. He allowed the stream wash away the soap, sweat, and a bead of precum at Dean's tip. Once in the clear, he carefully lowered himself. Watching the change in Dean's face as he eased him into his mouth.

He sucked at the head, swirling his tongue on the tip. Moaning as he tasted the sweetness of Dean's precum. One hand cupped Dean's balls while the other pumped him in a circle.

"Fuck," Dean twitched, his eyes snapping open. Wide for a moment but quickly drooping with darkness. Holding a shadow that shivered Jonah's spine.

"That mouth of yours is gonna get you in trouble," Dean warned. His voice quaking as Jonah locked eyes with him. Bold and defiant while he sucked his helmet. He bit his lip to cage a growl. He knew just what Jonah was playing at, but he had a game of his own. He had to act soon, because he never lasted long with Jonah on his knees.

He reached down and cupped Jonah's cheek. His hand slid into Jonah's drenched curls and anchored behind his head. His head rippling with sensation, and his heart racing. "Big, big, trouble." He added.

Dean slapped Jonah's hand away. He smirked as he pushed Jonah's head to meet the rock of his hips. His cock throbbing with joy as he pushed deeper.

Jonah gulped around him. Shocked by the sudden snap. He slid his hands up Dean's thighs and clenched his waist. The veins upon his pelvis bulging. His eyes widened as Dean pushed even further. A burned tickle in his chest.

"Take it all the way," Dean commanded. The fuzz on his pubis met Jonah's nose. His eyes rolled as he sheathed himself completely. Toes snapping as he curled them.

He withdrew Jonah sharply. Shallow on his tongue. Then snapped back into his throat. So hard he choked. He growled as Jonah's hands began to stroke his abs.

"You love it, don't you? When fuck this naughty mouth of yours?" Dean began a filthy interrogation. He pumped his hips forward. A wet smack as Jonah gagged around him. His throat tensing and relaxing in quakes.

Both hands clung to Jonah's head. Bobbing him back and forth on Dean's cock. He throbbed and ached with head. His body tingling and his muscles growing to flex. The sloppiness as he fucked Jonah's throat was symphony throughout the bathroom. Resonating in his eardrums and fueling the fire building in his gut. He squinted until he was amongst the stars forming in his eyes.

He was going to cum, he knew it. He tore his eyes open. "Open those eyes, look at me while I fuck you." He moaned. As Jonah's wild eyes opened, he unleashed a groan.

He came hot and heavy upon Jonah's tongue. His hips crashed in a jaded stroke as he plunged deeper. He dipped down Jonah's throat. Staggered as the heat grew. He swelled even more and gripped Jonah tightly as he emptied himself down his throat.

Jonah gulped and swallowed around his length. Moaning as he drank the saltiness down. He felt pressure building within himself. Stroking his own cock below. He exploded and came in spurts at Dean's feat. The shower quickly washing it all away.

He watched Dean come down. His eyes trillions of miles away as he jerked around in Jonah's throat few final times. He trembled as he withdrew himself from Jonah. An exhausted sigh as his spent cock fell like a dead weight. Shaken, he leaned on the wall.

Jonah laughed to himself as he stood. "You alright Winchester?" He teased.

Dean glanced into his eyes. This time, no darkness. In fact, his eyes softened to putty. Much different from the version of himself moments ago. He reached out and pulled Jonah in by the elbow. Their chests flush as he crashed their lips together. His tongue pressed an urgent entrance into Jonah's mouth. Tasting the remnants of himself left on Jonah's tongue. He moaned and Jonah swallowed it up.

His arm looped Jonah's waist and pulled him in tight. Secured him so that he couldn't run if he tried. His hips bucked as he pressed his sensitive cock against Jonah. Moaning again as Jonah's arms circled his neck and sank into his hair. Their tongues no longer battling, but caressing as they kissed. He broke the kiss but nibbled on Jonah's lip. Hooded eyes on fire.

Jonah pulled back just an inch. Just to admire Dean's face. He was beautiful. So goddamn beautiful that it hurt. He looked so delicate as the water coursed down his face. Even more so as he looked at Jonah with those puppy eyes. Begging for permission to say the forbidden words.

Jonah captured his lips before he could say a thing. His kiss no less true than before. Yet it covered the ultimate truth with a thin bandage. One that's likely tear before the night was through.

Dean held Jonah on his chest. His arm as protective as possessive around him. Rough hand scratching Jonah's skin as he caressed his hip. His eyes on the ceiling as the moonlight danced upon it. Deep in thought.

It'd been 3 days since his arrival. He spent most of those days in Jonah's bed. If not, he was scouting the areas of the monster attack. It wasn't an easy task. The Mayor didn't make it any easier with his noncompliance. Just to spite Dean for having Jonah in a way he never could. He sighed.

"A storm's brewing in that head of yours," Jonah remarked as he traced the pentagram on Dean's chest. They didn't bother dressing, knowing they'd pick each other bare in time.

"No storm clouds here," Dean's voice rumbled in his chest. "Just thinkin' about this monster situation. What it could possibly be snatching all of these able-bodied men, and only men, in broad daylight."

"You mean to tell me there's nothing in your bestiary ringing any bells right now?"

"Nothin'." Dean confirmed. "Enough about monsters. How was your day at the mill?"

Jonah sighed. "Tough. Margarette, Gil's widow, stopped by today. The poor thing is still a mess after the funeral. Says she's got no income, no money to provide for the children. She asked for his retirement and I... I didn't know how to say no to her."

Dean's brows furrowed. "But you said no right?" He asked. He knew how full Jonah's heart could be. Too full at times. He wanted nothing more than to save any and everyone. From the ants to the people. He'd give his all in the name of helping. It's what Dean loved most about him, conversely, it made him worry too.

"Of course I did. That creature has taken two of my best workers and now the guys are scared. I used Gil's pay to increase their wages for the month. I'm still worried about Margarette and the children." Jonah pouted.

"Your bleeding heart always astounds me." Dean murmured softly. He squeezed Jonah's hip for comfort. His warmth igniting something else. "You care so much."

Jonah's heart fluttered. He sat up, but did not break free of Dean's embrace. He draped his leg over the other side of Dean to straddle him. Eyes smoky as they met Dean's. "I'm no angel," He promised as he leaned in.

His tongue lashed over Dean's lips before he captured them. His kiss wet and hungry. He cupped Dean's cheeks as the man's hands found his hips. Dean's blazing erection jerked against his ass. A moan passed his lips.

Jonah reached to his nightstand. He plucked an arm of aloe Vera and split the leaf. He reached underneath himself and stroked Dean with the gelatinous moisture. Looking in his eyes as he did it. Feeling him twitch harder.

Deans fingers indented his ass. He spread them for Jonah. A heavy sigh weighed his chest down as Jonah sank onto him. He squeezed his ass as Jonah impaled himself further.

Jonah moaned as Dean filled him. He arched against the mass inside. Heat stoked by Dean's prodding. He rocked his hips in a circle his hands flat on Dean's chest to stay afloat.

He opened his eyes and looked down at Dean. He felt empowered on top. Because Dean looked up at him as a wolf to the moon. In worship. His features delicate as Jonah rode him. Valiant and powerful rocks of his hips.

Dean's moans fell from his mouth unbridled. He could no longer think. He never lasted long when Jonah was on top. It seemed as if Jonah was intent on emptying him quickly that night. His fingers now clawed into Jonah's flesh. He clapped Jonah's ass around his cock to frame it Jonah bounced.

"That's it, moan for me Dean," Jonah ordered. His voice dominant, eyes commanded. He tightened around Dean and pinched his nipples.

Dean groaned like a ghoul. The sharp prickle on his nipples contrasted the swathing heat of Jonah's hole in a painfully mind-blowing way. He lifted his hips slightly. Angling himself so that he could fuck upwards into Jonah's rhythm.

Jonah whimpered as Dean picked up a brutal pace. His moans echoing in mewls as his own cock bulged and throbbed. Fires inside blazing. He was close but he couldn't finish yet. Not until he regained ground.

"That's it, fuck me," Jonah moaned. Giving in. His bid for power abandoned. "I love it when you're deep in me."

Dean roared as he sat up so that Jonah straddled his lap. The change in his position forced him as deep as he could go. His eyes rolled and his jaw clenched. He almost fell apart inside of Jonah, but he found the strength for more. Jonah's fire would soon burn with his own.

He locked his arms around Jonah. His face crushed into Jonah's chest. He licked and kissed at Jonah's nipple. His cock grew harder than he imagined as he heard a single word echoing in his mind. "Love."

Jonah trembled as Dean plunged further inside of him. His hips rolled and his arms looped around Dean's neck. He buried his nose in Dean's hair as Dean mercilessly pounded him from below.

"This is what you love, huh?" Dean mumbled against his chest. "Riding my dick." Teeth grazed a faint bite upon Jonah's chest.

Jonah moaned incoherently. It sounded like yes. It sure as hell felt like it. His hips began to buck as Dean treated him to deep, deliberate thrusts. The splatter of their flesh soaked the freshly done sheets beneath. He strained and sank his nails into Dean's shoulder blades.

Dean's chest raged as he moaned. He tilted his head upwards and mashed their lips together. He plunged his tongue into Jonah's mouth half-moan. He locked their tongues and rolled his hips.

He released Jonah's ass. Replacing his grip in his coils instead. A fair yank to draw his head back. Their blazing kiss broken. He nibbled on Jonah's ear, tongue leaving a cool caress behind. "You love it when I fuck you deep don't you?" He growled.

Jonah panted at Dean's sharp rut. Another change of their pace. His mind going blank as Dean probed the sweetest depth within him. His dick throbbed from the friction of their grind.

"Answer me," Dean ordered. He dropped his hips and sank out of Jonah to the head. Smirking against Jonah's sweat-kissed cheek when he gasped at the loss.

Jonah had never felt so empty. His mind and body moments from supernova. All he needed was a sliver of focus. A faint grip on the strings of his mind to weave together a single word. Dean's favorite word. "Yes," He prayed he cried it coherently.

Dean gulped as he thrusted hard and deep into Jonah. Burrowing as deep as he could. He held Jonah there. Cock twitching with tensed muscles. He swore against Jonah's neck. Laying kisses there a few lost seconds after.

"You love it when I cum inside you don't you?" He was back to his lurid interrogation. The question horrific in all the right ways. "When I fill you up?" He continued on.

"Yes," Jonah panted once more. His mouth acting on his own. "I love it," He admitted. Rolling his hips against Dean's pelvis.

Dean felt himself coming undone at the admission. "Tell me you want it. Tell me you want me to cum in you," His command breathy. He wouldn't last past another stroke.

"Cum inside me Dean," Jonah pleaded for him. "I'm all yours." He carded his fingers in Dean's hair as he whispered down into his ear. He worked his hips in a circle and clamped around Dean. Feeling an explosion breaking at his insides. He unloaded the carnage in sticky, hot ropes up his and Dean's chests.

Dean crashed into him one final time. The blow a thunderous clap that trembled the bed beneath. His cock swelled impossibly. The coils tightened in his gut loosened, falling out of him like chains. He emptied chords of hot cum deep inside of Jonah where he buried himself. Coating his walls.

He bit into Jonah's shoulder to keep from roaring so loud the town would awaken. His arms clenched tight and caressed Jonah as he jerked more spurts of cum into him. His body stiffened in flex as he unloaded. He felt a tickle on his balls as he oozed out around himself.

Dean grunted and fell back. Pulling Jonah down with him. Still caging him in despite their mess. He kept himself buried inside of Jonah. His chest crashing as his lungs worked to match his racing heart. His hands stroked up the small of Jonah's back.

Jonah's heart thumped to match Dean's beneath. He panted. Exhausted and aching. The rough ride took its toll. He hugged Dean as best he could and weakly nuzzled into him. A yawn tickled the man's chest.

"Tired already?" Dean asked. His own voice low and rough. Sinking with the rate of his heart and the strokes of his hand. He squeezed Jonah's ass and rolled his hips. Stirring his insides for an answer.

"Dean," He groaned. He weakly fluttered around Dean. Adorned at how he was already growing hard again. "You've been hunting monster's so long you've become an incubus." He teased. Whining faintly as Dean persisted at his slow roll.

"I don't have to paralyze you to plant my seed," Joked the man beneath him.

Jonah flicked his shoulder. A breathy chuckle escaping him. It died into a weak hum as Dean strummed inside of him. "You never stop do you?"

"Only when you want me to. 'Sides we might not see each other from breakfast to supper tomorrow. I have some business in the Skeeves, best to do it before Sammy gets here." Dean said as he continued fucking Jonah slowly. Still half limp in him.

"Let me guess, your business is with Missouri Moseley, the witch?" Dean's silence said it all. "Be careful, Dean, magic is tricky." He knew his warning fell on experienced ears yet he couldn't help himself. Jonah needed Dean to live.

"I know, Pie," Another variation of his silly nickname. He rutted into Jonah. His cock more defined. "I'll be careful." He promised.

Jonah kissed his solid pec softly. A thank you. He shivered at the sticky feeling on his stomach. "Dean, we made a mess." He moaned.

"It's okay, we're about to make another one." He vowed and jolted into Jonah. "Maybe two more..." He purred.

[lokiskitten]

Tom Hiddleston | nice acting skills

Pt2 : the changing room

Tom Hiddleston x fem!reader

Author’s note : I never originally planned to write a second part but I was being held at gun point so here’s pt2 of the “nice acting skills” imagine KSKSK

plot : after going through this rather peculiar moment, you unexpectedly bump into Tom in one of the changing rooms. From there, things take an unexpected turn.

warnings : smut ( with /legal/ age gap ), unprotected sex, extremely light and discreet spanking.

You were pulled out of your daydream session again by the exhaustingly familiar sound of the director throwing around new orders, setting you and Tom free from set as this scene didn’t necessarily needed to be filmed twice. You were now sent off to the makeup and costumes room which was located nowhere far from the place you currently sat. Tom wasn’t meant to be changing nor getting ready in the same room as you did, which was totally understandable due to the fact that you didn’t share the same gender nor age. He therefore took a different turn than you did, feet leading him to the left as you were accompanied on your right.

You were allowed in your personal changing room, the makeup lady arranging her stencils which laid on the table before the mirror. However, she suddenly seemed to remember about an important detail which she seemingly needed to be getting on the instant. You were therefore left alone with nothing but the costumes and cold cup of tea to keep you company. Sighing tiredly, you sat down on the chair which faced the mirror, eyes falling on your own tired reflexion. However, you were now able to hear the sound of the door opening again, a forced smile appearing on your lips as you expected this person who just walked in to be the makeup artist.

“Did you find what you’ve been looking fo-“ you began, eyes diverting upwards only to land onto Tom’s familiar yet unexpected silhouette. He closed the door behind himself, leaning against the wall as his strong arms crossed against his bare chest. You were now trapped with him. However, it was far from being a bother. But your naturally strong mindset forced you to put up a mask and pretend as if his naked upper body wasn’t something which disturbed your mind and senses. “Oh, it’s you.” You spoke bluntly, trying you best to hide any emotion which could’ve been a threaten to your reputation as a young and serious lady.

Tom smirked. “Yes, it’s me.” He answered, his deep voice which carried a beautiful British accent rolling off his tongue perfectly. It never failed to make your heart and crotch melt. Finally getting up from the door, the older man slowly moved towards your seat before his veiny hands decided to take ahold of the leather material. His ocean blue eyes stared at your reflection in the mirror, yet he wasn’t making eye contact but simply admiring how beautiful your body was. Gently, his hand moved up to your hair which he dragged back behind your ear, fully revealing your beautiful face to him.

“You’re beautiful.” He affirmed, making sure to regulate both his voice and tone in order to guarantee that he would look as attractive as he possibly could- even tho he wouldn’t have needed any of these forced artifacts to seduce you or anyone else. You had caught him red handed through his game, though- again- it was far from being a bother. In contrary, you enjoyed it. However, the little voice in your head couldn’t help but beg you to deny his offer whilst the other part of yourself desperately wanted you to give in his flirts. Your body easily became a battlefield for those two separate opinions to fight and argue endlessly.

Face to your lack of answer- and that mostly because you were lost in your thoughts- Tom tilted his head before moving his hands down to the opening of your robe, gently starting to pull on it in order to reveal your bare chest. However, your own hand was soon to move up to his wrist and take a firm hold of it, asserting dominance and stopping the older man through his track. Face to this hostile move, the actor couldn’t help but grow confused. He frowned and accepted to respectfully pull his hand away. “Do you not want this? I beg your pardon, I thought you shared those same feelings which previously took possession of my body.” Tom explained, referring to how he felt whilst shooting the infamous scene barely a couple of minutes ago.

“No no, I do.” Your responded, your main priority being to make sure that he wouldn’t feel like he was in the wrong nor inappropriate. You finally agreed to get up from the chair you have been sitting on, still unfortunately remaining shorter than your screen partner who towered above you. “But isn’t this... not such a good thing? I mean, I always hear people brag about not mixing your love life with coworkers.” You explained, remaining aware that Tom surely didn’t work that way, which was easily noticeable if you bothered to take a look at the female casts from the movies he’s played in and link it all up with his never ending list of ex romantic partners.

Upon noticing that he didn’t seem to truly pay attention to your words, but more to your face, you stopped yourself through your speech. He was adorning those flirty eyes of his, which no woman could potentially resist to. No matter how hard you fought, in the end, you’d always fall for him. “Can you- stop looking at me like that, with your eyes and.. eyebrows.. and all of it.” You ordered, hands gesturing towards his face. Hearing those satisfying words, Tom accentuated his facial features game. “Looking at you like what?” He responded, slowly moving closer to your body until his hands could finally wrap around your waist. It felt like a huge victory to him.

Before you could know it, Tom’s lips pressed against yours, the man offering you a genuine and intense kiss which honestly resembled the ones he’d give you on set. But for now, this didn’t matter. All that mattered was that you were sharing a wanted and needed moment with your screen partner. His hands moved down from your cheeks to your shoulders, pushing off your robe which fell off your body with ease. Unlike him, you didn’t adorn any form of underwear and was therefore left naked for the older man to cherish and enjoy. The kiss progressively intensified, both of your lips parting in order to allow each other’s tongue to come in.

As he embraced your figure, Tom slowly started to push you towards the nearest wall, the two of you stumbling upon a couple of objects before your back could finally collide with the hard material. You moaned against his mouth, knee moving up to his hip which allowed you to feel his hardening bulge against your sensitive core. Your clit was throbbing, begging for sexual satisfaction coming from the man. Feeling your leg suddenly raise against his hip, Tom’s hand moved underneath your thigh and made sure to hold it up there, offering you some free support so you wouldn’t have to carry the heavy member on your own.

Tom cared a lot about the feminine pleasure- probably more than he did care for his own- which would surely guarantee you a good time spent with him during this early afternoon.

Upon feeling that you were now wrapping your arms around his neck, Tom decided to take the initiative to pull his boxers down- setting free his hardening member which had yet to grow to its full size. He was now able to fully pick you up, hands wrapped underneath your thighs in a cautious manner. His tip wouldn’t stop colliding with your soaking hole, visibly begging for entrance without ever truly daring to cross the step. Thankfully, you knew that Tom had always been a very determined man who usually reached out for the stuff he wanted instead of waiting for people to give it to him.

Therefore, it didn’t take long for him to carefully sit you down on his cock, being able to feel that you were now wet enough to painlessly welcome in his prominent member. You guys moaned together, his forehead pressing against yours as his girth was progressively coated with your love juices. Once he reached balls deep, the actor decided to take a couple of seconds in order to allow you to adjust to his size, ocean blue eyes looking up at your face which he admired and praised more than anything in the world at the moment.

Kissing your lips, Tom began to move again, hips gently and cautiously thrusting forward and retracting backwards repetitively until he felt like he could now fasten his pace. Meanwhile, you found yourself lost through pleasure and bliss, forehead firmly pressed against his as you decided that it would probably be wiser for you to keep your mouth shut and avoid to attract anyone else’s attention. Besides, you only wanted and needed his. Moaning out loud would’ve been a great risk to take as the two of you remained aware that you were in a studio filled with thousands of working people. Therefore, Tom regulated his pleasure by wincing and hissing silently whilst you decided to carry on humming sensitively.

Your arms remained wrapped around his neck as he carried on pleasuring your cunt as well as his own member, lips praising your neck which in some way also helped him through the restricted moans process. His girth rubbed past every single sensitive spot of yours, g-spot going wild and swelling out of pleasure due to the man’s perfectly appropriate actions and mannerisms. However, and without giving you a warning, Tom suddenly pulled out in order to flip you around- you chest now facing the wall as you were soon to understand that your job was now to bend over for him. His arms had probably grown tired of carrying you, which you acknowledged and understood.

Before he decided to bend you over, his large hands moved up to your breasts from behind your back, caressing and squeezing them with a lot of lustful care before he retracted his hand back to your spine, pressing his palm against your flesh and forcing you to slightly bend over. There wasn’t much space between you and the wall, which therefore only allowed you to fold a little bit. Your own palms collided with the wall as Tom’s hand caressed all the way down to your bum, giving the flesh a gentle slap before allowing his digits to take ahold of his own girth. He guided his tip to your entrance again, taking time through his actions to make sure that he would execute them properly and painlessly. Even through lust, Tom remained a gentleman.

Feeling his hardness slide inside of you again made your legs tremble, yet Tom made sure to hold you up by giving your hips a gentle and reassuring squeeze. The muscles he had developed through the intense hours spent at the gym contracted as he began to move in and out of you as you tried your best to once again remain silent and discreet. Though, a couple of moans eventually had to escape your lips. Tom shushed you respectfully, giving your bum a light spank which stood as a punishment face to your risky behavior. Yet you refused to complain, smile appearing on your parted lips as the older man continued to pound your core.

Eventually, his hips began to stutter, thrusts gaining in sloppiness which was due to his nearing orgasm. This once Tom didn’t manage to hold back his own moans, hums and groans escaping his lips as he respectfully pulled out right before white strings of sperm could be projected against your cervix. Instead, the thick liquid landed on your back, staining your flesh. “Fuck..” he praised, taking a deep breath in before exhaling loudly. His hips continued to gently rock against yours, shaft rubbing against your upper bum as Tom wished to fully get over his orgasm.

You were left emotionally shattered, body still recovering from the intense amount of emotions and sensations which had previously taken possession of your body- brain still attempting to figure out wether this was right or negative for both of your careers.

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Newborn | Ushijima, Iwaizumi, Atsumu

Pairings: Ushijima X Reader (female), Iwaizumi X Reader (female), and Atsumu X Reader (female)

Genre: fluffy domestic, dad haikyuu 🥺

Author’s Note: more baby fever for you all 😤 

Warnings/ Notes: All post time skip! and their children are less than 1 year old, infancy 

Newborn | Sakusa, Osamu, Bokuto

Ushijima:

Tonight was the first night it was just him and his new daughter

You were at your parents’ for just a few days but was fine since he was able to be on maternal leave though he really wanted to play but this was his new responsibility of being a parent

He carefully held his little girl, dressed in a cute white onesie with multi colored flowers that you had to teach him a couple times of how to dress her without hurting her

At this point, it felt natural to hold her

The room and house was still, crickets chirping outside

He cradled his little girl close to his chest as she slept soundly, finally after half an hour

Everything felt so calm and balanced in life as he held her, his gaze never leaving her sleeping form

He carefully stood to his feet, her room neat and filled with a couple toys she could play with

As he set her down, his hands moving away from her form, it was like she knew, feeling it like a disturbance in the balance of her life

She began to grow fussy, waking in her sleep as her face squeezed in sadness of her father’s touch slipping away from her

“Shhh, I’m still here,” Ushi’s voice and able to instantly soothe her. She slowly settled down, her breaths shorter and quicker, tears gliding down the side of her face to her dark, olive hair that matched Ushijima’s

He rubbed the back of his finger to her plush cheek, wiping away the tears as he leaned over the short crib. He couldn’t help but feel a small tinge of panic inside of him if he wasn’t able to soothe his daughter

“Don’t cry, little one,” his voice was lighter yet low. It was like magic

The little girl reached her dainty hands up, holding the finger of her father, refusing to let go

Whenever he tried to take his hand away from her, she would not let him, holding on, growing fussy once again

Ushijima lowered the side of the crib, allowing him to sit right beside his daughter comfortably as she lay there

She kept her hands on his as he slowly rubbed her belly over the soft, light fabric of the onesie. His little girl eased into sleep, her hold on him finally loosening after a bit

“Goodnight,” he whispered as his lips pulled into a smile as he leaned in close, pressing a feathery kiss to her little head as he slowly pulled his hand back, raising the crib and leaving back to his own bedroom

Iwaizumi: 

You pushed out a yawn, tears watering your eyes as you sat up, the arm covers sliding off your body in the bed, alone

A great part of you felt so refreshed after finally sleeping, you didn’t even realize what time it was or when you even fell asleep

The bed was empty and the house was quiet

It took a moment before the uneasiness set in, remembering what you were doing before hand. You had been settling your sons cries, coaxing him to sleep with no success whatsoever

No matter what you did, changed him, fed him, rocked him, he wouldn’t sleep and exhaustion was taking its toll, your head still a bit nauseous from all the hours of sleep you missed from sleep

You went downstairs, the golden sunlight pouring in all the windows, a gentle breeze blowing through the living room curtains and there you saw them

You saw your boys

Iwaizumi laid back on the recliner with his son asleep, laid on his chest, his hand resting on the infant’s back and legs so he wouldn’t fall

The little one moved slowly with Iwaizumi’s chest as he breathed, fast asleep as if he hadn’t been struggling to do so since last night

No other warmth and words could explain the feeling in your chest seeing them together like this, it was all just so precious

You walked around the couch on the soft white carpet of the living room, kneeling down beside the couch where Iwaizumi and your son slept

Everything in this moment felt so perfect, you never imagined you would get to witness let alone experience such a scene before you and you never wanted it to end

Light snores came from Iwaizumi as he slept

As you looked closer, your heart had never swelled so fast in your life

Your son held the collar of Iwaizumi’s t-shirt in his little hand, not even letting go in his sleep

The little one nuzzled his face, rubbing his cheek and turning his head the other way as he slept

As he did this, Iwaizumi woke from his slumber, the first thing he did was to look at his son, making sure nothing happened to him

“Hey, did you sleep well?” His voice was laced with sleep as he turned to you, one hand to cup your face as you nuzzled yourself in his touch

“Thanks to you,” you kissed the palm of his hand, smiling up to him, the last thing he saw before he slipped back to sleep, leaning close to press his lips onto the head of his son

Atsumu: 

“‘Tsumu, let her nap in peace,” you smiled, voice gentle

“But look, she always laughs,” he smiled, eyes never leaving his precious daughter, her tiny, delicate body laid on top of his chest

The two of you lounged in the living room, spending time with your newborn daughter and ever since coming home, he couldn’t let her go

“Just- oh my god, ‘Tsumu,” you sighed, laughing as your husband made a little fart sound with his mouth, your daughter’s closing eyes opening again as she raised her head, laughing at her father before laying her head back down

Her fits of giggles disappeared into his chest as he held her gingerly, his hand resting carefully on her back, the other on her bottom

Atsumu was head over heels with his little girl

It felt like he was on cloud nine, his heart lighter than a butterfly when he saw or held her

His phone was now filled with pictures of her, especially when she slept, captured moments where her dainty little eyes were pulled into little lines when she smiled up to her father

He insisted on holding her, watching her the entire time, pressing feather kisses to her head as she slept, her squishy cheeks pressed into his chest or shoulder, his eyes never leaving her

She was everything to him as you were but you could tell this was different from how he looked at volleyball and you- it was different in the best way possible and you didn’t object at all

She was the new brightest star in his universe and no other star could replace her

“Pfft,” he sounded again, one of the biggest smiles breaking onto his face seeing her muster up all her energy to smile on her father’s chest

“Oh, I love ya so much,” he leaned his head down and blew a little raspberry to her cheek as she giggled, her tiny hands flapping, landing on Atsumu’s face

“Alright, baby, time to sleep,” his voice soothing and warm like a fire during winter, coaxing her into slumber as you slipped off the couch to fulfill your own errands

“I’ll be here when ya wake,” he hummed, lightly stroking her back. “Sweet dreams,” he pressed one last kiss as he watched his baby girl slip into the dream world, his thumb reaching up to slowly stroke her soft, squishy cheek

He could feel his heart already racing, wanting to hear more of her laugh even more now seeing her asleep like this on him 

Bonus: 

“Tsumu, don’t,” you playfully smacked his back as he laid on his stomach beside you, your baby daughter in a little bear onesie sitting before the two of you, watching the two of you with wide eyes 

“Relax, she’ll be fine,” he chuckled. “Ahh.” He opened his mouth, as he held up a thinly sliced lemon

Your little girl opened her mouth wide, her chubby cheeks rosy pink from Atsumu’s pinches earlier 

He stuck the little slice in her mouth, her lips closing around it as she sucked on the little slice

You bit your lip to hide your laughter as you recorded the two of them 

“Baahahhahaha,” Atsumu broke into a fit of laughter, rolling onto his side seeing his little girl’s face squeeze and contort to the sourness of the fruit 

She bounced in her seat, wiggling her arms and legs as she sucked her lips in, eyes squinting at the sourness before she came to a pout

Her eyes slowly came to water 

“Aw, don’t cry, baby,” he moved himself closer, holding her in his arms as he moved to sit up, draping her body over his chest/ shoulder, rubbing her back as he laughed into the camera 

One memory made out of hundreds to thousands that were bound to be made

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hey love ❤️ i hope you’re doing good and healthy but i was wondering if you could do a little mix!reader after she gave birth to tom and her’s child. maybe when the girls meet their niece or nephew

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The World’s Greatest Aunties

Pairing: Tom Holland x fem!reader, Little Mix x fem!reader

Summary: The girls finally get to meet Baby Holland for the first time.

Warnings: none, spelling errors?

A/n: Hey darling! Thank you so much for the request, I’m so sorry that it took so long. I took a small break from writing Tom fics and writing in general because I needed to recharge the author part of my brain😭😂 I was lacking motivation to write but I’m back now! Thank you again for the request and I hope you like it!💞

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Five pairs of eyes peered over the bassinet, a twinkle of admiration in each one. The house was quiet except for the low hums of the music that played softly in the living room. Occasionally, they would hear the light clicks and taps of Tessa’s nails against the floors. The five of them were quiet, letting out a little coo here and there when the tiny bundle in the bassinet fidgeted.

“I can’t believe you actually made a baby.” Leigh-Anne whispered, cautiously steadying her voice at a quieter tone. You all nodded, agreeing to her comment.

You glance at Tom, who was stood beside you, “We weren’t even planning on having a baby. Someone’s pull-out game was just very weak.”

Tom’s mouth gaped at your statement, a false offended look on his features. “Well, you weren’t complaining while it was happening.”

“Did you really think I’d be in the right headspace to realize how bad your pull-out game was after being railed to the bed?” You quizzed him, standing up straight and placing your hands on your hips.

Jesy’s eyes shifted between you and Tom, “Are you two really talking about how irresponsible you guys are at sex in front of the baby you both made—because of irresponsible sex?”

“But isn’t she the cutest outcome of irresponsible sex?” Perrie cooed, leaning closer to the opening of the bassinet. Tom smirks at you before slinging his arm around your shoulder, “We made a beautiful baby, didn’t we?”

“Don’t flatter yourself Thomas, I’m sure Amelia’s 90 percent (Y/n) and 10 percent you.” Jesy comments, earning her some chuckles from the rest of you except for Tom. Though they’ve know each other for years, and he’s proved himself worthy of you, that still didn’t stop Jesy from giving him a hard time. Of course, all the petty arguments were all in good fun. He’s been slowly growing on her anyway.

“Well she’s definitely got (y/n)’s lips.” Leigh-Anne observed, admiring the sweet baby from above. You leaned your head on Tom’s shoulder as you watched Amelia scrunch her tiny nose.

“But her nose, without a doubt, is Tom’s.” You point out, watching your baby snuggle into her blanket.

“Honestly, you know how some babies are just not cute when they’re first born?” Jade began, voice remaining in a whisper. A few sounds of agreement were heard amongst you all. “Amelia’s probably one of the most cutest newborns I’ve ever seen, and she’s only a few weeks old.”

Tom’s lips morph into a soft smile as he leans back down towards Amelia, “She’s gorgeous isn’t she?” His large hand creeping closer to his daughter to brush his fingers along her chubby cheeks. Though the contact of his cold digits made her jolt, causing a sob to bubble out her small body. Tom gasped, turning around to give you an apologetic look. Before the girls arrived, you had put Amelia down for a nap so she wouldn’t be fussy once the girls were over. You were planning on waiting till she woke up to properly introduce her to the girls, but things don’t always go as planned, do they?

“Oh no!” Perrie cried, moving out the way so Tom can gather Amelia into his arms. Tom held her against his chest, shushing her and slightly bouncing his body to ease her wailing.

“I’m so sorry, sunshine. Daddy didn’t mean to wake you.” He apologized, genuinely feeling bad for waking her up from her nap. He whispered comforting words into her ear, not phased by the fact that she couldn’t even understand him yet. He pressed kisses on the crown of Amelia’s head, trying to calm her down.

“Look at that, she even got your vocals too.” Jesy hummed, smiling at the crying baby against Tom’s chest. You laughed, stretching your hands out towards Tom. Just by the gesture, he knew what you meant. The two of you have only been parents for almost a month now and every single day it seemed like you were both picking up new habits—specifically parental ones. It was like the start of your relationship again, you were leaning new things about each other, but this time as parents.

“Aww, c’mere darling, momma’s got you.” You cooed as Tom helped you place her against your chest. Her tiny head was snuggled into the crook of your neck, the warmth coming from your skin soothing her. You had a hand under her bum while the other was rubbing circles onto her back. Slowly, her cries softened until they were replaced by her cute baby gurgles.

“Are you crying?” Perrie asked. You turned around to see who the question was directed to. Only to find Jesy wiping her eyes and fanning them with her hands. She shook her head trying to brush off Perrie’s question.

“Babe,” you called out to her, “Why are you crying?”

You body gently swayed side to side, trying to entertain Amelia. You all looked at Jesy, an amused yet concerned expression on all your faces. When she felt like her tears weren’t about to spill from her eyes, she tilted her head to look at you again.

“I’m just—you’re an actual mother. Like look at you, you’re so grown up.” She sniffed, eyes watering up again. Jesy and the rest of the girls were just a few years older than you. Being the youngest of the group, they’ve always been protective of you and viewed you as their younger sister. They watched you grow up into an amazing woman, watched you fall in love with Tom, and now here you were—as a mother. The sight was quite emotional.

“Aw Jess.” You walk closer to her, using one of your arms to embrace her. Jesy chokes on her laugh, “No! Don’t hug me, you’re gonna make me cry even more.”

You ignore her protests and continue to wrap your arm around her neck. Jesy allows the hug to happen, wrapping both her arms around your waist.

“It’s okay, I cried a few times too.” Tom tells her comfortingly, handing her a tissue from over your shoulder. She takes it, thanking him quietly, and dabbing her eyes. You hear some more sniffles around the room. Breaking your hug with Jesy, you look around to see Perrie, Jade, and Leigh-Anne with glossy eyes.

“Guys...” You sigh.

“It just sunk in that you’re a mum now. Like you need to take care of another human being and help them become a person and all that.” Jade summed up, blinking away tears. Tom took it upon himself to wordlessly pass around tissues to the four women in the room.

Leigh-Anne came up behind you to move your hair over your shoulders, “You’re gonna teach her so many lessons about life. You’re gonna be the first person she’ll always look up to and her first best friend—I’m so excited for you.”

“I have life lessons too, ya know.” Tom interjected, slightly raising his hand. Jesy glances at him and scoffs, “You have the body of a twelve year old and you cry in movies for a living. What could you possibly learn from that?”

“I don’t cry in all my movies.” He defended himself.

You move your head to look at Tom, “Darling, you’ve literally cried in four out of the five Marvel movies you’ve been in. That speaks volumes.”

Jade’s eyes shifted between Jesy and Tom, “I thought we were having a sentimental moment, how did we go from that to hating on Tom.”

“Because, he’s Tom.”

Tom crossed his arms, squinting at you all, “You know, I thought having Amelia would make you guys like me more—but no, I just can’t catch a break from you lot.”

A joyful sound emitted from Amelia, catching everyone’s attention. The girls cooed and awed at the new member of their little family.

“Oh hello precious!” Perrie squealed leaning down beside you so she can see Amelia’s face. Your baby’s eyes were wide as she stared at the faces crowding above her.

“D’you guys wanna hold her?” The girls eagerly nod, bodies filling with excitement. You handed Amelia to Jesy, showing her how to properly hold your newborn baby. With her new niece’s head resting against her shoulder, she feels her heart swell with joy.

“Oh my, she’s lovely.” She whispered softly, her hand cradling Amelia’s head. She ducks her head to get a closer look at her face, chuckling when she sees the combination of you and Tom on Amelia’s features. Jesy catches a whiff of the newborn baby smell radiating off of her—you know, that light weight baby powder-ish smell?

“And she smells so good!” Jesy announced enthusiastically. Perrie frowns, “I wanna smell the baby.”

“Too bad, you can’t.” Jade teases, poking fun at Perrie’s inability to smell. Jesy passes Amelia to Perrie, who makes grabby hands at her before wrapping her arms around Amelia’s tiny form.

“I’m so sorry for exposing you to the media.” She tells the baby, a chorus of laughter following her apology. Perrie gently pokes Amelia’s cheeks with her finger, “Your cheeks! I just want to squish ‘em and smother you with kisses!”

“I think you’ve had enough time with the baby, my turn!” Leigh-Anne jokes, holding her hands out for Amelia. Perrie carefully hands her to Leigh-Anne, who instantly melts once she holds Amelia against her.

“I want one now.” She whines.

“Ask Andre, I’m sure he’ll give you one in no time.” You wink at her, gesturing to the ring on her left hand. You honestly wouldn’t be surprised if she became pregnant anytime soon. Leigh-Anne took her time holding Amelia, basking in the cloud of baby fever she was currently experiencing. Your daughter was then passed onto Jade, who was thrilled to show her niece all the gifts she had bought her.

You all watched as Jade ventured towards the couch, kindly asking Tom to fetch the large bag that was at your entrance alongside the piles of packages from your family and friends. Ever since you and Tom brought Amelia home, there has been a never ending amount of gifts being delivered to your home. The items ranged from clothes, toys, to diapers, and baby bottles. Your house was practically filled to the brim with baby supplies.

Jade settles on the couch; adjusting Amelia so she can cradle her with her arm and using her free hand to pull out gifts from the bag. You and the rest of the girls sit around her, while Tom looked over the couch behind you.

“You guys really didn’t have to get us anything, just being here and letting us share this moment with you is enough for me.” You expressed, Tom agreeing with you. Jade simply brushed you off, “Oh hush up, let us spoil Amelia. She’s going to be the sixth member of our band, so we need to make sure she’s got the best clothes to look like her mummy and aunties.”

Jade proceeds to pull out a bunch of Disney themed items out from the bag. “Oh you’re gonna love this, I found a bunch off onesies that were princess themed—look!” Jade held up the hanger of multiple Disney onesies for your daughter. “Look Amelia, there’s one for every princess!” You couldn’t help but let out a laugh when Jade began to show every item she bought for Amelia.

Your and Tom’s jaws dropped when she pulled out a Minnie Mouse headband made for babies.

“That is the cutest thing I’ve ever seen, lemme see.” Tom held his hand out towards Jade who handed him the headband. You watched adoringly as Tom inspected the headband, looking at it with fascination. He caught your stare and proudly held up the head band, “Baby, we’ve gotta take her to Disney.”

“Oh, we definitely are, don’t worry.” You assure him, making him proudly fist the air. Without any of you noticing, Jesy slipped out the room to get the gift bag she left out at the entrance.

“I’ve got something too!” She sang entering the living room. She sat back on the couch, Jade passing Amelia to her once she was comfortable.

“Alright, ya ready precious?” Jesy asked Amelia, who grabbed at the bag with her hands. Jesy took her hands in hers and helped Amelia ‘take out’ the tissue paper from the bag.

“Since I know your parents are two of the biggest Harry Potter nerds, I decided to get you this because I know they’ll flip.” She explained before pulling out a baby Hogwarts costume.

“Jesy!” You gasped, leaning in to get a closer look at the clothes.

“They have Harry Potter merch for babies?” Tom exclaimed, rushing to stand behind Jesy’s part of the couch. He began to ramble, asking her where she bought the clothes and if there were more.

Jesy held her hand out to stop Tom from talking, “Wait, wait—WAIT, Jesus Thomas, you’re more excited for these clothes than your daughter.”

Tom shrugged, “Well she can’t express any feelings yet, so I’ll do it.”

“Here.” She passed the costume to him making him cheer. “The costume came with another thing actually.” Jesy took out a baby Hogwarts robe, making you gasp again.

“It comes with the robes too?” You asked in disbelief.

“Yeah, it was an entire set!” Jesy proudly answered. Tom ran his hand along the robe, touching the soft fabric. He let out a squeal, “I love it!”

“Tom darling, the clothes are for Amelia, not you.” Perrie teasingly reminded him. Tom brushes off her comment, “(Y/n), we could all dress up as Hogwarts students for Halloween! We could match costumes!” Tom was practically buzzing with excitement, not allowing you to give him a response.

“Thank you Jesy, it’s nice to know that you have a soft spot for me.” He bumped his fist against her shoulder, which she glared at.

“I don’t have a soft spot for you, twit.”

“Yes you do, you knew I liked Harry Potter.” He held up the Hogwarts costume, “And you got Amelia a baby Hogwarts costume. You went out of your way to give us this gift. It’s enough proof, Jes.”

“I got it for (Y/n).” Jesy argued.

Tom crossed his arms, “Just admit that you like me.”

“No, you’re a menace.” You all watched the exchange between the two. A goofy grin was on his face as he spread his arms out, “I’m gonna hug you now.” Before Jesy can respond, Tom had wrapped his arms around Jesy. She groaned, squirming in his grip.

“Thank you Jesy!” He sang, taking the piss out of annoying her. She smacked his arm, “I get it. Now get off, I’m holding your child!”

Tom lets go with a smile on his face.

“She likes me.” He mouthed to you, motioning to Jesy. You shook your head at him, chuckling.

The girls continued to give Amelia their gifts. Perrie got her a bunch of classic children’s books and some toys. Leigh-Anne had given you a diaper bag and a “mommy and me” set of clothes. You were instantly obsessed with the matching sets, now you and your baby girl can have matching outfits. The night was full of the girls passing Amelia around and playing with her. She hadn’t cried for a single second, happy with the attention she was getting and constantly being held. There was no doubt that she would sleep soundly tonight, much to your and Tom’s content.

You watched as the girls circled around Amelia in the living room. Perrie was currently holding her, talking about how she couldn’t wait to spoil her with all the cutest baby clothes and toys. You overheard them talking about all the things they wanted to teach her; like how to sing. A smile had crept its way onto your lips without you noticing. Suddenly a pair of arms wrap around your waist.

Tom presses a kiss onto your shoulder and rests his chin on it, “You know she’s the luckiest baby in the world? And I’m not just saying that because she’s our child, but she’s really lucky. We’re very lucky.”

“We are, aren’t we?” You hum, leaning your weight against his chest, something he happily welcomes.

“She’s got two amazing parents. That’s us.” He squeezes you and continues his list, “She has grandparents who already love her, a bunch of protective uncles, and the world’s greatest aunties in her corner.” He finished, gesturing to the women in the living room. Yeah, you guys were lucky.

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clocks on the wall

a/n: first Levi fic. blame/thank @vennilavee​. don’t come for my neck. enjoy. 

warnings: swearing, violence, softness, slight ooc Levi at the end, no spoilers for season four (everything written takes place from the ova - season three). 

word count: 7.1k

You had never been Underground before.

It was beautiful, in its own way. The city had its own glow to it, made up from yellows, blues, and greens. It was known that without lights, the city and its people would be covered in darkness. Something about the greens and blues hinted at that being a lie. That it wouldn’t have been completely dark below the surface.

You were snapped out of your thoughts when Erwin turned his head at the sound of cables slicing through the air, gas hissing, and the sound of an excited voice cheering, the echoes bouncing off the dirt and sentiment walls.

Erwin looked back at the three of you and the Military Police, the look on his face reading “that’s them.” It was after that moment, you began to understand the kind of reform Erwin was looking for and why Erwin had chosen these random Underground criminals as the example.

Well, maybe it wasn’t so random, knowing Erwin.

You carefully set aside the ODM gear retrieved from their beings, stepping to stand behind Erwin, yet in front of the three criminals. The light haired one locked his eyes on Erwin, though his face was thoughtful. The young woman’s eyes were wide with curiosity, but locked onto Erwin as well; only occasionally did she spare a glance at you.

The third one, who you assumed was the leader from his quietness, refused to move his gaze from the ground. Until Erwin stepped up to him, waiting for a response; was he trained in the military?

He gave Erwin a cold look, keeping to himself.

When his head was slammed into the dirty water, you watched the way the others reacted. They seemed… worried. But not in the sense that they were worried about the physical harm on him, but his head was pressed into a puddle of dirty water, jumping to answer Erwin’s questions.

You watched the way Erwin got close to the quiet man, so close that Erwin kneeled in the same puddle of dirty water that the man had his face in just moments ago. You paid attention to the surprise evident in the man’s face when Erwin offered for them to join the Survey Corps. The deathly cold, yet fiery look in his eyes when he finally looked up at Erwin.

“I’ll join the Survey Corps.”

It was the way he held himself up, dirty water dripping from the ends of his hair and raced off his chin, onto his white shirt; hair clinging to his skin, thin brows furrowed as he never broke eye contact with Erwin. It excited you.

“Introduce yourselves!”

Curiosity evident in your eyes, you watched as Levi’s gaze moved from your left to your right; from Erwin to Flagon. His gaze moved to the top of your head as he subtly shrugged, finally speaking up in a cool, nonchalant voice.

“The name’s Levi.”

Gasps. Murmurs followed. They’d never seen someone so confident, so sure of himself, so… not caring about what others said or thought of him. You couldn’t help the little twinge of the corner of your mouth.

Levi’s face remained stoic as the Commander chastised him for not having discipline, before Isabel Magnolia and Farlan Church introduced themselves. Stoic while it was Flagon’s squad that they would belong to. Stoic, with the exception of his piercing eyes focused on Flagon, disinterested yet scheming eyes, when Flagon glared at Levi; he was pissed off that he had to do the work that should’ve gone to pretty boy Erwin.

You smiled, huffing in amusement the moment Erwin made eye contact with you after the formation was dismissed. You were in Erwin’s squad, tasked with overlooking the trio’s training and making sure one of them, specifically Levi, didn’t kill Flagon.

You followed closely, hands behind your back, listening to Isabel excitedly guess where they were going. Farlan took in his surroundings, barely acknowledging Isabel, just looking around with wide eyes. For some reason, you thought they’d still be adjusting to the brightness on the surface or marveling at the sky, but you reminded yourself that maybe it was their first time up on the surface. Who were you to assume anything.

Flagon moved to the barracks, pushing the doors open, announcing that this was their sleeping quarters. It almost broke your heart when Flagon explained that women slept in a different section of the barracks, almost. With Isabel demanding to stay in the same room as her friends, Levi walked up to one of the bunks and what he did surprised you.

Levi reached his hand under the top bunk, dirt immediately falling from the surface he touched. You noticed the way Isabel and Farlan quickly closed in on themselves, worry etching itself across their faces. Their eyes frantically moved from the back of Levi’s head to his fingers, rubbing them together in an attempt to remove all the grime from his skin.

It clicked.

The worry etched on their faces as Levi inspected the cleanliness of the bunks. The worry that had been etched across their faces when Levi’s face was pressed into the puddle of dirty water.

It didn’t click for Flagon. You forget that he wasn’t there, that night at the Underground.

“You lot have been living in the dumps of the underground, but do try to keep it clean.”

“Huh?” Levi sneered, turning to glare up at Flagon.

You raised your eyebrows in amusement, deciding to step in when it got a little far over the line.

Levi took a step closer to Flagon, invading his personal space. Isabel and Farlan unsure of what to do in that moment. Do they protect their leader or do they show loyalty to their new commanding officer?

Flagon stuttered as he attempted to reign his authority over Levi. You bit back a smile, looking to the ground, squeezing your fingers behind your back. Farlan quickly stepped in, speaking up for Levi, apologizing, promising to keep the barracks clean.

With a scoff, Flagon walked away from the trio. You spared a glance back at the trio. Levi glaring at Farlan, his disbelief barely masked; Isabel was in complete shock in the back.

“Isabel, I’ll be outside to show you to the women’s section. Try not to take too long. I’ll see you two at training tomorrow,” you finally said. Levi’s eyes immediately rested on you, the scowl never leaving his face. You just smiled, offering a quick nod before twirling to make your way out of the room.

You smiled at the feeling of three pairs of eyes not leaving the back of your head.

“You say that they already know how to use the ODM gear?” Hange beamed, rubbing their hands together excitedly. You offered a simple nod, not helping the smile on your face as Hange nudged you a little too roughly on the way to the forest just outside of the castle.

You glanced over to see Isabel on a horse, riding around in ease. You tilted your head; were there horses in the Underground?

You didn’t see Farlan, but Levi was in the process of attaching the ODM gear to his being. You nodded Hange in his direction, telling them to give him his space. You noticed he wasn’t too fond of strangers, so who knew how’d he react to Hange’s… disregard to personal space.

Both of you stepped up next to Flagon, eager to watch Levi’s skills with the gear; you a little more than Hange, having already had a taste during the chase in the Underground that night.

You tucked your hands into the pockets of your jacket, left foot back and the toes of your boots pressed into the ground. You watched with fascination, sucking your bottom lip in and raking your teeth over the skin.

You nearly bit the skin when Levi pulled the blade with his right hand from its place with ease and elegance, holding the handle so that the blade protected his forearm, so that it mimicked his movement. The same way he held the knife to defend himself against Erwin’s attack. It made the hairs on the back of your neck stand at attention.

How did -

“That just might happen to you. All I have to do is slice the titan’s neck, right?” Quiet. “I’ll do it my way.”

You quickly stepped up, putting an arm across Flagon’s chest. He was fuming, but you knew that if Erwin wanted them for a reform, that they were to be trusted, that everyone needed to trust the trio’s doings.

“Give him a chance. You haven’t seen what he can do,” you warned quietly.

Levi stopped, throwing a glance over his shoulder, locking eyes with you for a brief moment just before he went off into the forest, flipping and twirling with ease.

Your eyes never left Levi’s form, even as he became smaller and smaller, completely disappearing into the training course. Not even when Hange began to babble and squeal in excitement over Levi’s movements, regardless of the lack of formal training.

“Why do you continue to defend him?” Flagon glowered.

“Why do you continue to hold a grudge towards him? Has he done anything to you personally, Flagon? Or are you just someone who doesn’t take well to someone that is better skilled? Someone with natural talent?” You simply asked, rubbing your thumb against Akiko’s, your horse, muzzle. Your other hand carefully brushed through her mane, playfully twirling it at the end.

Eyes moving to Flagon, you arched a brow, urging him to speak his truth. Instead, Flagon scoffed, rolling his eyes and crossed his arms across his chest. You rolled your eyes, turning back your attention back to Akiko, except -

“You don’t think that it’s a problem that criminals were recruited into the Scout Regiment? Into the Survey Corps? People look up to us. Now they’re going to look up to them?” Flagon fumed, disgust evident when he spat out the last word.

With that, you quietly apologized to Akiko before moving your body towards Flagon, rushing him until he was pressed against the stone wall, eyes wide in bewilderment. Finger pressed to his chest, jabbing into his sternum.

“You wanna know what I think, Flagon? I think that people like you are a fucking problem. You think the whole world knows they’re criminals? You think it matters to the people who aren’t in the regiment? Hmm?,” you growled, “you think that the people that look up to us know what we’ve done to survive? That they’ll ever know?”

Flagon was growing red in the face and you only pushed harder, your face only centimeters from his.

“Who gives a shit if they’re criminals? Are they criminals because they did what they could to survive? Or are they criminals because you and every other fucking person who thinks they’re God almighty for living on the surface assume that anyone from the Underground is just that, a criminal?”

The sound of hooves clicking against the ground, followed by feet landing on the ground snapped you out of your rage. You backed off Flagon, your face burning hot, your eyes narrowed in anger.

Flagon held your gaze before scoffing, brushing past you and out of the stable.

With a deep exhale, you shut your eyes and leaned your head back, hands clenched at your sides. You rolled your head to side, eyes growing slightly wide at Levi giving you a stoic look. No glare, no scowl, no furrowed brows or narrowed eyes.

You cleared your throat, straightened yourself out, moving to grab your things and bid Akiko a good afternoon, promising to visit her after dinner. With a gentle kiss to her muzzle, you rubbed the side of her face and left for the exit.

“You’re an idiot if you think defending us will get you on our good side.”

You stopped in your tracks, looking over your shoulder. Levi was facing his own horse, not bothering to spare you a glance. His hands gentle on his horse’s muzzle, reassuring, despite his cold demeanor towards you.

“And you’re a dumbass if you think I give shit about being on your good side, Levi.”  

You walked out.

Levi was quick to discover that cloudless nights were his favorite. They didn’t remind him of the Underground.

The emeralds stuck to the surface’s dirt were nothing compared to the stars shining brilliantly in the night sky. The rich shade of blue, almost black, brought a sort of peacefulness over Levi.

Making his way to the top of the castle, Levi quietly moved to stand outside. With a cup of tea in his hand, he leaned over the edge, elbows resting on the bricks. He felt relaxed, until he glanced to the side and saw a figure. Sitting with their back against the castle, but on the raised lookover, knees pulled to their chest.

Levi allowed an annoyed sound to leave his body, rolling his eyes when he realized it was you. He refused to move from his spot, head turned towards the crescent shape in the sky. He was surprised that your presence didn’t… bother him.

Levi was also surprised that you didn’t say anything to him, didn’t even bother acknowledging him.

Levi arched a brow, sparing another glance towards you, memories from today running through his mind.

A Military Police officer called you Erwin’s bitch, taunting you, sneering that you would never be anything more than Erwin’s bitch.

Levi scoffed at the memory of you grabbing the man by the neck, slamming him down to the ground and beating the shit out of him.

Erwin just stared, watching you beat the shit out of the officer until his blood staining your shirt, splattered on your face. You finally had enough, simply wiping your face with the sleeve of your jacket, excusing yourself before walking off as nothing happened.

Levi almost smiled, taking a sip of tea.

“I enjoy the cloudless nights, too,” your voice pulled Levi out of his minitrance.

He turned to look at you with disinterest, but out of respect, after seeing what you were capable of today.

Your eyes never left the sky. The moon reflected in your irises, soft white glow accenting your features, making you… surreal.

“Seems like you do, too,” you continued, “Not to be a total creep. I just noticed that when the skies are clear and the heavens are on full display, the three of you sneak away.”

Levi’s eyes widened, a small gasp leaving him. You finally looked over offering a shy, apologetic smile.

“I don’t blame you. It’s a beautiful sight.”

You finally moved from your spot, carefully stepping down and stretching. With a tight lipped smile, you made your way to the door.

“They remind me of all the shit we went through, to be grateful,” Levi bullshitted, making you stop in your tracks.

For a moment, the silence was back, only to be broken by your short laugh.

“I don’t believe that for a second,” and you left, leaving Levi on his own before Isabel and Farlan joined him.

It had been two weeks since the return from the twenty-third expedition beyond the walls. Training resumed, research on titans continued. Erwin asked for your thoughts on the revised works of his new formation for the next expedition. This last one worked well, but Erwin strived for the best.

After confessing that he only joined the Corps to get close to Erwin for a job, that would’ve resulted in the death of Erwin and Erwin confessing that he knew all along, Levi was quieter than usual;  especially after the death of Isabel and Farlan, leaving Levi alone.

You managed to pull some strings with the help of Erwin.

Isabel and Farlan’s bodies were cremated separately from the rest of the fallen scouts. Hidden underneath your green cloak, rested the urn.

It was early morning. The sky was still dark, with the exception of the light purples and blues that cleared the path for the sun’s journey across the heavens. They were your favorite shades of blues, even pinks. The quietness, the stillness that came with it was also your favorite.

Birds beginning their daily songs, the coolness in the hair and the smell of dew covered grass. The softness of the ground beneath your feet as you made your way to the edge of the cliff.

You knew Levi would be there. He’d been waking up early in the mornings for the past four days, since your squad (as you were taking temporary command for Erwin) and Flagan’s squad provided backup for Hange’s squad for the next week, due to some research and intel.

Just as you predicted, Levi sat on the cliff, feet dangling off the edge. His cloak draped over his shoulders, but you could tell he wasn’t in uniform.

You knew that he could tell you were behind him. That didn’t stop you from getting nervous. Your steps slowed, your heartbeat picked up, cheeks burning. You paused, inhaling slowly, doing your best to push the nerves aside.

“What could possibly be so important that you had to bother me first thing in the morning?”

You carefully walked closer, stopping right next to him but never sitting. The urn still hidden under your cloak, eyes softening at the sight of the first birds taking flight this early in the morning. Somehow, the urn was colder than the early morning.

“I never get tired of waking up to see the sunrise, or to see the sun hide behind the horizons and letting the moon paint the heavens in brilliant whites,” you implored softly. A little smile found its way onto your face for just a brief moment.

You inhaled, the smell of dew waking your senses, reminding you of the urn sitting in your hands. With the most care, you carefully unveiled the urn from underneath your cloak, catching Levi’s attention.

“I pulled some strings. All the fallen scouts are cremated, but their ashes are usually buried together. Doesn’t make much sense, but then again… you can’t bury all those bodies,” you rambled mindlessly, “They spent their entire life underground and I just… why spend eternity below the surface as well?”

Nervously, your eyes shifted from daybreak, past the urn and down to Levi. Lips parted in surprise that Levi was looking up at you. Furrowed brows, eyes wide in complete shock; his gaze locked onto the urn. The veins in his fingers visible from the way he was gripping his teacup.

You cleared your throat, eyes immediately moving to the ground. His reaction… it was too intimate for you to witness.

You inhaled deeply, quietly, taking a step back to set the urn beside him. You offered a small smile, never turning to look at him directly. Another few steps back before you fully turned, moving away from Levi’s spot.

Your heart pounded against your chest, threatening to break a couple ribs. You couldn’t explain to yourself why you were feeling this way after leaving the urn with -

You made your way back to the cottage, despite the quiet “thank you” you heard, tempting you to look back, to reassure that it wasn’t some figment of your imagination.

Wall Maria fell.

You watched in horror as the Colossal Titan disappeared, titans pouring in front the opening and spreading throughout Shiganshina. The screams and cries of the people embedding itself into your brain. Haunting you.

Move. Do something. Do anything

You stood there, frozen. Titans were inside the city. People were dead. People were going to keep dying unless they evacuated… or they didn’t get eaten by titans.

It was at the sound of one of the Garrison’s Captains calling out for the gate to be closed that brought you back to your senses.

“Do not close those fucking gates,” you snapped, pulling out the hand grips of your ODM gear from your jacket pockets, hidden underneath your cloak, “You are not going to leave these people to die. You are not going to abandon humanity!”

You couldn’t kill all those titans yourself. You were only to deliver paperwork to Pixis, but you found Rico instead.

You didn’t deliver the paperwork. You watched innocent people die; people who never imagined that they would live to see the walls breached by the titans. You watched the Garrisons shoot cannons at a new type of mutant titan. You screamed at the Garrisons to keep the gate open, zipping around to help whoever you could, to save those that you could. You cleared the gate of as many people as you could when the mutant titan ran towards the inner wall, the only escape.

The sound of Garrison Scouts taunting children pulled you out of your trance. He said something about the titans eating more citizens of Shiganshina, that it would’ve helped with the food situation. It made your blood boil.

You growled, reaching for your hand-grip, mind set on pulling out a blade and holding it to his neck. Until a small boy kicked him in the shin, screaming that they didn’t see the way the titans came into Shiganshina; they didn’t see family members, neighbors and friends get their bodies ripped in half.

You stopped when another small boy, a blond, came rushing to his friend’s aide. Passing the brunette’s outburst as a side effect of hunger, of trauma. People turned, their attention drawn to the dispute.

You could tell the scout was flustered, not wanting the rest of the people to think badly of him. To know his truth.

The officer walked back to his group. Just as he clicked his tongue, ready to rant, you quickly joined them. His eyes narrowed at the sight of you, but immediately widened when he noticed the symbol on your jacket.

With ease, you pulled him behind the corner of the building into the alley, making sure his friends witnessed everything. A groan left his lips when you slammed him against the wall, hand wrapped around the collar of his shirt.

“Such a shame to have such shitty people in the Garrison branch. Have you no humanity in you? Or are you a titan in disguise?” you sneered, “Would be a great reason as to why you’re in this branch of the military. Easy access, right?”

You watched the fear in his eyes.

“No, it’s not a disguise. It’s the fact that you truly are the shittiest of all people. You’re disgusting,” you growled, pushing him harder against the wall and letting go, watching him fall to the ground before walking away.

There was a soft knock on the door before you peeked in, offering Levi a shy smile. You quickly gave a small wave, pushing yourself in through the opening in the door. You closed the door behind you, leaning back onto it.

“Why are you trying to be cute?” Levi rolled his eyes, pulling down the bandana wrapped around his face like a mask.

“I don’t need to try, bug. I just am,” you replied quietly, pushing off the door to make your way to his desk.

Levi gave you a look the moment you tried to sit on his desk, swatting your thigh before you touched the desk. You offered a bashful smile, holding your hands in surrender and standing to your full height.

“Well. I just wanted to see if you were in the mood to go to the market. Mike mentioned new teas and how the smells were damn near intoxicating. I’ve been meaning to restock on some chamomile,” you trailed off, mindlessly dusting off the front of his shirt with one hand.

“Mmm. Give me twenty minutes. Maybe I’ll get extra black tea since I seem to have finished it quicker than usual,” Levi simply stated, arching an eyebrow at you.

You didn’t bother fighting the smile creeping across your face, eyes glued to where your hand rested on Levi’s chest. You finally spared a glance when Levi’s hand wrapped around your wrist, thumb rubbing back and forth against the back of your hand.

“You have good taste,” you shrugged, locking eyes with him.

Levi rolled his eyes, moving his hand from your wrist to hold your fingers, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. You couldn’t help the heat in your cheeks, shyly breaking away from his gaze and settling to your skin against his lips.

Twenty minutes later, you found yourself walking beside Levi. His hands tucked into the pockets of his black suit jacket. Levi’s hand-woven basket laid in the crook of your elbow, your other hand constantly checking your skirt pocket to reassure yourself that your money hadn’t fallen out.

“Would you stop being stupid and just put your money in the basket?”

“Levi, you and I both know you would have my head if I even thought about placing dirty money in the same basket as the goods.”

“Not if you had your money in that shitty excuse of a coin purse.”

“It is not a shitty excuse. I happen to really like it.”

“Which is why you forgot it.”

You shot Levi a side glance, pursing your lips. Levi huffed in amusement, holding his hand out. You sighed, slowing down and carefully placing your money in Levi’s hand.

Levi’s fingers closed around yours, but not all the way. Instead, his fingers easily maneuvered to slip between your fingers, but stopping at the tips. His fingers gently brushed against the middle joints of your fingers, giving your hand a slow squeeze before letting go, tucking your money into his pocket, walking off and leaving you stunned at such an assertive form of pda.

“Are you just going to stand there all day with your mouth open for the flies or are you going to buy some new tea leaves?” Levi called over his shoulder.

You made your way to the marketplace with a smile never leaving your face, the warmth of Levi’s hand lingered on yours.

At the stall that Mike mentioned, you and Levi immediately parted to opposite sides for specific interests. You sorted through the various types of herbal teas. You reached for the mint chamomile tea when a tin of loose black tea leaves was held up to you.

Leaning towards the tin, you sniffed, picking out the prepackaged peppermint tea for your own sniff test. Until Levi’s disapproving tongue click grabbed your attention.

“What?”

“Are you too good for loose leaves, brat?” Levi grumbled, moving the tin of black tea leaves from you. Your hand shot out to grab his wrist, pulling the tin back under your nose.

“You’re the brat” you sniffed, narrowing your eyes at him. Levi rolled his eyes and moved his tin again.

“Here,” Levi gave you an empty tin.

“What’s this for?”

“For your tea, dumbass.”

“Why does your face look like that?” Levi deadpanned quietly, shooting a glare Hange’s way after a particularly ear shattering squeal.

You held Akiko’s rein in one hand, the other rubbing and tugging at your fingers. The smallest of frowns painted on your lips, brows slightly furrowed. Your eyes observant as ever, yet there was sadness to them. A look so rare, Levi’s only seen it once or twice in all the years he’s known you.

“Bad feeling,” you muttered.

Everyone around you cheered, sending the best of wishes on behalf of all of humanity. Eyes bright and hopeful, children in complete awe at the sight of the Survey Corps. It did nothing to hide the fear burning bright in your eyes.

“About the expedition?” Petra piped up from your left.

Still tugging at your fingers, your gaze moved from the worn rein up to Levi. He stared back from the side of his eye, his brow arched in feign interest, but you knew that look in his eyes. That gleam of concern, the way he softened by focusing on you, the way only you knew he would.

“I just feel like… there’s something not right… about today.”  

The bad feeling deep in your gut turned out to be another Colossal Titan kicking the wall, titans making their way in and hundreds of rookies losing their lives, their first times coming face to face with titans after the last evaluations were taken.

You were in Trost District, skimming for Titans, sending your squad to check around Hange and Levi’s respective squads.

You spotted three titans. Two to the right, one to the left. You decided for the two on the right.

Flipping through the air, pulling blades from their slots, opposite of yours, you heard Hange’s cheerful yelps. You heard the sound of something through zipping around, cutting through air. You could hear him inhale deeply, preparing for the impact of cutting through titan skin.

Quickly, you changed direction, aiming for the titan that was still standing, going for the kill when the sound of Levi’s boots hitting the metal roof rang through the air.

Just as you got closer, one hand twisted the handgrip. The blade was no longer upright, but held downwards, down the length of your arm; as if protecting your forearm.

You furrowed your brows, shooting the grapple hook into the titan’s neck and shooting yourself through the air, forcing your own momentum to twirl your body, cutting off a perfectly clean slice off the nape.

You landed beside Levi, eyes on his bloody hands. His handkerchief already working at his fingers, the gaps between the finger slots. He grumbled about how gross it was.

You both looked up, eyes locking. Levi’s eyes quickly scanned your body, checking for any visible signs of injuries before settling on your face. With a click of his tongue, his gaze moved back down to his bloody hands.

“You have blood on your disgusting face,” Levi pointed out quietly.

“So wipe it off.”

Levi shot you a look of warning, clicking his tongue. You grinned softly, jumping off the building, making your way down to check on your squad members, who turned their heads in the direction of Erwin.

“Pull back.”

Levi glared at Erwin, demanding to know what the change was for, to know if his men died in vain.

“Titans are traveling in groups and they’re heading north. It’s like five years ago.”

Memories of Shiganshina came flooding back. You couldn’t help the way your eyes widened, full of disbelief, of bewilderment. You couldn’t help the slight part of your lips, breathy exhales causing your body to tremble. Your eyes shot up to Erwin, then to Levi.

Levi’s eyes were trained on you. Watching every move, from the smallest twitch in your face to the way your hands shook and rubbing against each other, from trying to ground yourself. He simply agreed, telling his squad to start moving, telling your squad to start their move, too.

Blinking rapidly, you shook head and shoulders. You cleared your throat, regaining your composure. With a deep inhale, you looked over at Levi, waiting for you with narrowed eyes, lips parted.

“I’m fine. It’s fine,” you reassured quietly, sliding your blades back into place.

You walked past Levi, only to be grabbed by your bicep and twirled around, facing Levi. His facial features were soft, regardless of that damn stoic look. His eyes scanned over your face before locking with yours, his hand never leaving your arm.

“Focus on your squad.”

You furrowed your brows, preparing to counter when Levi continued, giving your arm a squeeze.

“Promise you’ll focus on your squad.”

“Levi, I always -”

“No. My duty is humanity, to my fallen men, to prevent anymore from dying in vain. I can’t fulfill my duty if you aren’t focused on your squad.”

Oh. 

Oh.

“I… promise.”

The old Scout Regiment headquarters was as beautiful as you remembered, at least from the outside. With the exception of weeds, vines, and grime on the once pristine white bricks.

The sun shone brightly, casting a glow that reminded you of moonlight. The route to the castle was just as breathtaking with its path through the forest. You loved the way the sun peeked through openings of the trees’ canopy.

You rode alongside Levi, the hood of your cloak pulled over your head. You listened to Oluo explain the history of the old headquarters, why it stopped being of use by the Scouts. A giggle erupted from both you and Petra when Oluo bit his tongue.

Once arrived at the entrance of the castle, you called out to your own squad members to check the perimeter. Levi scoffed, eyes looking up at the sky.

You softened when you noticed Levi looking at one specific spot, at the tallest point of the castle. There was an opening there, where Levi broke the windows. Where the urn rested.

Akiko nudged against Levi’s horse, Ryu, before moving towards the outdoor stables. You shot him a small smile, turning around to join Eld and Gunther. You could feel Levi’s eyes boring into your back, your smile never fading.

You pulled out a simple white bandana, tying it loosely around your neck, but enough for it to cover your nose and mouth when you entered the castle. You grabbed another white bandana, holding it out for Levi as he walked up to stand beside you.

“Let’s get to work,” Levi called out, grabbing the bandana from your hand and easily untying the one around your neck. You glared at him, reaching to take it back from him, however he already made his way inside.

“Jackass,” you muttered, whistling loudly to get your squad’s attention.

Your squad and you handled cleaning the headquarters from the outside. Picking up debris, cutting the weeds, cleaning the horse stables and providing fresh water and hay, and scrubbing the castle’s exterior. The soft chatter and singing of birds filled the silence, never disrupting the peacefulness to it all.

With the use of the ODM gear, your squad and you were able to clean the windows and scrub the grime the best you could. You reached for one of the wooden excuses of a window, but beaten when Levi pushed it open, doors slamming against the brick.

Levi’s eyes bored into yours, leaning further outside of the window, closer towards you. You rolled your eyes, leaning in, too.

“Of course you’d be in this room,” you murmured, pulling down the bandana from your face.

Levi scoffed, reaching out to grab you by the lapel of your jacket, pulling you so that your legs came through the window, ass on the window sill. Your hand quickly shot out to grab him by the juncture of his shoulder and neck, fingers dancing over the knotted cloth.

“All work, but no play?” Levi arched an eyebrow, eyes scanning over your face. There was a hint of playfulness that only you would ever catch.

“Oh, there’s some play,” you grinned, fingers working quickly to untie the bandana around his neck. Your other hand hits the trigger of your handgrip, gas turning the turbines of your ODM’s main housing, pulling you out of the window and into the sky.

You winked at Levi, waving the white bandana before disappearing to another area of the castle.  

Later in the night, after Hange got Levi’s permission for Eren to join her the next day and Eren being dumb enough to ask about the kinds of experiments that Hange would preforming on the two captured titans, you found yourself in the stables.

It was a cloudless night, the moon outshining the stars that scattered across the heavens. You smiled to yourself, hearing footsteps approaching.

You kept your back to the entrance, a cup of chamomile tea in one hand and the other hand held an apple out to Akiko. Ryu moved, head turned towards Akiko, as if to snatch the apple from her mouth.

“Ryu, of course I brought you one, too,” you chuckled quietly, pulling another apple and holding it out to him.

Ryu eagerly took the apple into his mouth, closing his eyes. You simply smiled, rubbing his muzzle, taking a small sip from your teacup.

“I didn’t forget about you,” you cooed, looking at Levi over your shoulder. Your eyes moved to the small table beside the entrance, gesturing to the hot cup of black tea.

Levi grunted approvingly, making a grab for his tea before walking up to you. His free hand reached up to pet Ryu’s muzzle, hand slowly settling over yours. You couldn’t help the heat in your cheeks, turning your head to look at Levi.

Levi’s face remained turned towards Ryu, yet his hand intertwined with yours. Elegantly, Levi managed to twist his fingers to cup yours, slowly tucking his thumb into your palm and fingers splayed over the back of your hand. He turned his face carefully to look at you, the same usual bored look on his face, but his eyes were soft.

The space between Levi’s eyebrows was flat, his overall facial features relaxed. He looked at you with such adoration, the corners of his mouth slightly turned upwards, bringing your hand to his chest as your fingers curled about his thumb.

“Thank you, sweet girl.”

“Come on,” you muttered to Akiko, moving the reign to get her to go faster, “come on, Akiko.”

The cottage that Levi’s squad resided in came into view, only encouraging you to push Akiko to move faster.

The sun was low, no longer the harsh heat beating down on you. The sky was blue, but littered with beautiful orange highlights against swirls of clouds. The breeze felt so good against your neck, your forehead.

You jumped off the moment you were close enough, trusting Akiko to move closer to the house as you ran to the door, not bothering to knock. You stood at the threshold of the dining room kitchen.

“Captain Levi,” you called out, stopping at the sight of everyone gathered at the table. Hange visibly shaken at the seat next to the window, Levi looking at you with furrowed brows; you never called him by his title.

There was a gleam in his eyes as you approached him, his body tensing.

“I have a message from Erwin. Nifa went to tell him about Pastor Nick,” eyes sparing a glance at Hange, “but she gave me this when she returned.”

You handed Levi a carefully folded note, your fingers brushing against his. Levi broke his gaze from yours, quickly looking over the note. He shot you a grim look, telling everyone to grab their things and move out; make it look like they were never there.

You watched everyone move around quietly, catching soft murmurs about what the note must have said. You moved your gaze back to Levi, never moving from your spot whilst he walked up to you, tucking the note back into your jacket, underneath your cloak.

You shot your hand out to cup his neck, fingers dancing along the nape of his neck, barely brushing against the shaved hair. Levi’s own hand moved from your pocket to the hem of your jacket, pulling you closer.

“I have to go back. I’ll meet you back in Trost District. Just… please be careful,” you whispered, eyes worriedly searching his face.

“Take the opposite path you came,” Levi commanded quietly, his eyes serious as they stared into yours, “outsmart those shitheads.”

“Levi,” you whispered, the worry seeping through, into your voice.

What Levi did next caught you off guard. He leaned in, placing a kiss on your forehead then on the crown of your head. His hand moved to your hips, giving you a reassuring squeeze.

“I’ll see you in Trost District,” Levi murmured, pushing you back to the door.

You couldn’t help the fucking stinging behind your eyes, not wanting to take your eyes from Levi.

“Go. I promise I’ll see you in Trost District. I need to focus on the kids,” Levi warned you softly, cupping your cheek, “We’ll see you soon.”

You nodded, running back out, jumping on Akiko and commanding Akiko back the way you came. You spared one glance back, watching the kids pile out in brown cloaks. It was the last thing you saw before directing Akiko down a different path.

You watched in horror at the sight of the titan crawling through the fields, mouth wide open and eyes watering. It was… it had to be bigger than the Colossal Titan. There was no way that it wasn’t.

Everything it touched burned, everything it was in close proximity went up in flames. It’s trails created a new valley in the ground, fires jumping off its body and onto the surrounding trees.

Your hands went limp, your eyes never leaving the creature, and for a brief moment, doubt spread throughout your body. 

How the fuck were you going to take it down?

“Commander Erwin! It’s Squad Levi! They have Eren and Historia!”

Your head snapped in the direction that the Scout came from, watching as Squad Levi came right from behind.

Your eyes watered at the sight of Levi, your body shuddering in relief. You couldn’t help the soft sob that raked through your body, turning your head down, hand clamped over your mouth and eyes squeeze shut.

Slow inhale, deep exhale.

“Oi,” Levi muttered, nudging your foot with his.

You shook your head, damning the tears that wouldn’t stop trickling down your face.

“Oi,” Levi breathed, reaching over to pull your hand away from your mouth, “look at me.”

You sniffled, eyes narrowed, finally looking at him. Your vision was blurry, but you knew you weren’t imagining the soft look he was giving you, not giving a shit of who saw.

Levi’s eyebrows were furrowed, his eyes looking you over before locking with yours. His hand wrapped around yours, pulling you closer until you were centimeters away.

“I made a promise. I would have expected you, of all people, to know I keep my promises,” Levi mocked.

“You’re such an ass,” you sniffled, wiping your tears. You tried to pull away, to no avail.

The corner of Levi’s mouth quirked upwards, his hand pulling you closer while leaning in, capturing your lips against his for a brief moment. Your face burned hot, pulling away and looking around in bewilderment.

No one was around. A moment of privacy.

You allowed yourself a moment to be selfish, looking back at Levi and stealing another kiss.

This one was different. You poured everything you had, everything you felt; fear, relief, shock, sadness, hope, love. Levi reprociated the kiss. His own feelings poured into it; his own hopes, his own relief, his own moment to be selfish, just for a moment. Even the strong had their weaknesses, had to recharge.

Erwin called out that it was time to move.

Levi pulled away, but you pulled back in for one more quick kiss.

Levi hummed lowly, pulling away, shooting you a look of warning.

“Let’s go. They’re not going to wait on your ass forever,” Levi scoffed, moving Ryu away and ahead of you.

“Yeah, but you will,” you murmured, following him.