#which was also fine but meant very full kitchen counters

[ultimateaclrecovery]

Had a whimsical brunch! Mostly for an excuse to wear this sequin butterfly too that I am obsessed with but honestly has limited utility.

I made flower egg muffins, purple ube heart waffles (with my new waffle maker that I’m also obsessed with) and butterfly cinnamon rolls. I have a comical amount of butterfly cinnamon rolls left so maybe I will decorate them better, but overall it was a successful brunch!

I’m also very pleased to have just done an event just because. I wanted to host more things this year and this is an excellent step forward with that.

[sherrysgirl]

drabble?? spencer checking up on sick!medialiaison!reader

cw : reader is sick (cold, flu, anything like that), reader is lowkey addicted to their phone, this is a self indulgent fic for anyone who’s sick rn because apparently ‘tis the damn season

word count : 564

note : i haven’t written a thing in nearly four years and even then my writing was mediocre at best. so, this will absolutely suck but please bear with me. this is just a silly little drabble i wrote cause i was bored. it’s also super boring and there’s absolutely nothing happening because i was too lazy to make it longer. baby steps

the constant loud knocking on your door had woken you up from your supposed nap, that according to the clock, had lasted a whole six hours. you sighed at having wasted a good chunk of your day.

turning around in your bed, you contemplated on opening the door. maybe whoever was standing there would give it up in a minute or two? you were way too sick to leave the comfort of your own bedroom and see anyone right now. unfortunately for you, the person on the other side of the door seemed to be testing your limits as their knocking kept getting louder and louder until you just couldn’t take it anymore.

with a groan you got out of your comfortable bed, left your bedroom and made your way to the door. you took a second to check how you looked in the mirror. tired. exhausted. sick. but it’s fine.

you opened the door to no one other than your colleague and friend spencer reid.

despite the fact that he’d been waiting for you to open the door for him for the past three and a half minutes, he still offered you that typical smile of his that always seemed to make you melt.

ever since you started working as a media liaison for the bau after jj left, you’ve had a soft spot for him. he might’ve been a bit hostile towards you the first couple of days after you were introduced to the team but you had learned about jj and how she was practically forced to leave the job. it hurt you that the team wasn’t entirely accepting of you but you had understood where they came from.

despite the slight hostility from the team at the beginning, you were able to grow close to them and by the time jj got back everyone had been attached to you as well. thankfully, jj had decided to come back as a profiler which meant you were able to keep your job and everyone was happy about how things had turned out.

“did i wake you up? you had me worried for a second. i was about to call morgan to kick your door”, he said as you gestured him to come in.

“why would you worry?”, you stifled a yawn, “didn’t hotch tell you i took the day off since if you couldn’t tell i’m very sick.”

“yes, he did. but i texted you to ask how you were doing and you never answered. which is unusual since you know, you’re always on that phone.”

you pretended to look offended, “wow that’s an insane thing to say. i was taking a nap!”

“a six hour nap?”, the man raised an eyebrow.

“i’m sick give me a break.”, you replied, “is that soup you’ve got here?”

“surprise!”, he lifted the bag up like you haven’t seen him hold it for the past three minutes then proceeded to put it on your kitchen counter.

“thanks, spencer. i didn’t think you’d drop by because of your whole germ thing.”, you teased, “which i completely get by the way. i’m just surprised.”

“well, you’re not contagious anymore. plus, i’ve got my hand sanitizer on me right now.”, spencer remarked.

you playfully rolled your eyes at him as you start heating up your soup.

“i mean it.”, you gave him a smile, “thanks.”

“anything for you.”

this sucks, don’t even talk to me i’m sick to my stomach. i might not be a good writer but at least i know abt being full of love and funny guys pls pls ❤️

[subhumanselflover]

hello mar I would like to request a Testament x reader oneshot where the two cuddle on the couch please.

note: hello, coming right up anon! i can very much channel testament into my writing today bc i had a tea party today (well. yesterday as i prepare to actually post this), ehehe :3 also i'm throwing references to testament having a job in this one bc i think it's so funny that they're canonly a construction worker. okay anyway please enjoy!

Testament x Reader, Cuddle-bug.

If there was anything on Testament's mind throughout their day today, it was you. All through their work day, they found themself humming a song that you had showed them a while ago. When you told them that the song had reminded you of them, they fell in love with the rhythm almost as fast as they had fallen in love with you. All they wanted to do was curl up with you in their arms.

So, when the time came that they were able to leave work and come home to you, they quickly made their way to your residence. You had the day off, so you spent a good bit of the day cleaning your space, which left you a tad tired. Keys jingled outside the door, and the sound of the door opening alerted you to Testament's arrival.

As they came to find you, you were swiftly greeted with a gentle embrace and a quick peck on the lips. "Darling of mine, I missed you so." The greeting was so dramatic that it would have sounded insincere from anyone else, but in that loving tone, they truly meant it. You couldn't help but giggle, nonetheless. They had already placed their bags down and slipped their shoes off, and in one of the bags, they had brought home takeout for you both. With knowing that you planned on busying yourself today, they knew that you wouldn't quite feel like cooking tonight, and frankly, neither did they.

"I shall be right back, my dear. Oh, dinner's on the kitchen counter, feel free to eat without me if I take too long," They stated before shuffling off to the bathroom to go take a post-work shower and change into comfortable clothes. You kept yourself occupied as you awaited their return, listening to the flow of water, and the muffled music that they listened to while they showered.

Coming back to the living room in a much more comfortable, yet still elegant-looking outfit, they were surprised to see you hadn't eaten yet. "Dearest, you didn't have to wait for me," They almost seemed to pout as they said this, and it was a little cute to you. A piece of evidence that someone who was once so cold had become so warm. You shrugged, and supposed aloud that you were fine to wait, as long as it was for them.

You ate at the kitchen table, chatting, sharing a meal, taking pieces of each other's meals of choice, talking about each other's days. It was domestic, comfortable..

And now that you both found yourselves comfortably full, you were curled up on the couch together. It had been their turn to pick a movie to watch, so here you were, criticizing a B-movie together. But as the movie's mediocrity proved itself, they wanted to pay more attention to you. The two of you had already been curled up together, with you sitting on Testament's lap, held gently in their arms, their nails tapping against your skin every so often.

Shifting themselves carefully, they pulled you closer, their carefully toned arms wrapped around your waist. Warmth radiated between the two of you, as the movie you were watching slowly turned into a droning sort of background noise. Their was an undeniable calm in this moment, a comfortable silence taking over between you two. There were no words, but there didn’t need to be.

Holding you close to them, Testament moved a hand to run their fingers through your hair, lightly scratching over your scalp. Stopping for a moment, they cupped your face and held it. With not much of a choice, you looked at them, making a curious noise, wondering what this was for.

“You are so, so very precious to me. I love you,” Their tone was laced with genuine affection as they held your face. Leaning in, they gave you a loving little kiss, then patted the side of your face, before pulling you to their chest. You couldn’t help but feel lucky as you shared their warmth, and shared this space with them.

[my-heart-beat-for-anime]

The snowflake

young president coriolanus snow x first lady reader

WARNING: snow is out of charakter, i am delulu, i can change him

Friend.

Ally.

First love.

Partner.

And now the husband. The man who slept soundly next to me meant all this to you. The sun poured into our shared bedroom along with the cold air coming in through the half-open window. As a result, Cory and I huddled together in our sleep to protect each other from the cold. I looked at his face buried in my shoulder, his quiet breathing made me smile and I kissed the top of his head feeling him start to wake up. “Good morning dearest,” he murmured in his morning voice. "Good morning love, I was afraid you wouldn't wake up," I replied. “Who would want to wake up if they could sleep next to you for the rest of the ages,” he growled back. “But you're too sweet. I laughed at his flattery. However, I rewarded him with a kiss on the corner of his mouth and began to slowly get up from the bed., Don't forget that today we have an interview with Lucky and...” my sentence was interrupted by an announcement. a rush of nausea that suddenly came over me.,, Are you okay , darling." Coriolanus shouted with panic in his voice as he quickly tried to get out of bed.,, Yeah yeah I'm fine.” I waved my hand at him to calm him down.,, You sure it looked bad so we can cancel the interview " to quickly counter., "No, it's fine. I didn't drink much water yesterday, so I felt nauseous. I carefully went to the kitchen where I poured myself a full glass of water and drank it. to have an interview as the first lady of Panem, but my day continued by going to teach students at the academy afterwards.I lectured on the history of Panem and my attitude made me quite a popular professor. Many of your former classmates were content to be representative wives, but I wanted more. I wouldn't mind just being a wife, but I remembered well how boring your professor's lectures were at the academy, thank you for this subject. And thanks to my enthusiasm, the students will also start to enjoy it. Therefore, I did not want to lose my lecture, so I decided to attend despite the nausea and the interview. Coriolanus in turn shared his schedule for the day, which included a meeting with the Minister and other presidential duties, as I liked to call them. After long preparations, I ended up with a dark red velvet dress with a square neckline and black heeled shoes. I quickly grabbed my bag that had my class materials and some corrected tests.

I went out to the entrance door where Coryo was waiting in a red suit and coat and in return he was holding mine which he quickly helped me into. Coryo immediately offered you his arm and carried your bag as you continued on your way to the car that would take us to the interview. Coryo who seemed to be the perfect gentleman opened the door for me and placed my bag in the trunk of the car. Unfortunately, my nausea got worse on the car ride and I was pretty sure I was green in the face. My husband's hand held my hand the whole time, and the third put small rings in it. Fortunately, we soon arrived in front of the studio where we were to give the interview. Coryo immediately got out and opened the door for you to simply get out. He offered me his hand again and together you walked to the studio waving to the crowd that had come to see the President and First Lady. I knew I couldn't show how miserable I felt, so I just smiled and waved. Fortunately, the interview went very quickly and all that was needed was for you and Cory to confirm that you will try your best in your new position and lead the Lord to a better tomorrow. After the interview, I said goodbye to Cory and started walking to the academy. Coryo offered to take me by car, but I insisted that I would rather walk. The second thing was that I thought the fresh air would help my nausea, which only got worse. I reached the academy within ten minutes and immediately entered my classroom. I had about five minutes before the students came in and your lesson started. Everything went well at the beginning of the lesson, the students answered my questions and everything went smoothly. But my nausea only got worse and I even got a headache. Suddenly my eyes went dark and my head was suddenly very light. Around you, you heard screams and commotion, someone was shaking my shoulder and talking to me. The darkness welcomed me into its arms and I lost consciousness.

Coryo pov:

I was just signing the cooperation agreement when the landline I had on my desk suddenly lit up. The number called was my wife's number. It was weird because she was supposed to be giving a lecture at the moment, but it was even more disturbing because I knew (Y/N) would never just interrupt her lecture. So I immediately picked up the receiver and a distraught young man's voice was heard on the other end. "P-Mr. President, Mrs. Professor has o-passed out and we don't know what m...ow." the distraught boy had to get a slap on the head. "What's wrong with my wife?" I shouted to the other side. There was silence for a while, but finally a mature female voice answered, "I'm sorry president, but the students here panicked, your wife passed out and was just taken to Frenill Hospital.",,Okay, thank you." he thanked the woman on the other end of the line and hung up. I immediately called my driver and rushed to headquarters. The whole time I was going to the hospital, I was wondering what happened, she has some kind of illness or someone poisoned her, my thoughts were running everywhere that I didn't even notice that we were already standing in front of the hospital. . I jumped out of the car and ran to the hospital reception hall. I ran to the counter but before I could open my mouth the nurse informed me that (Y/N) was in room 208. I went up to the second floor where I finally found her room and immediately burst inside. she lay conscious, but terribly pale, and had a drop in her hand. I went to her and stroked her hair.,,Hi, what happened." I asked her with a soft look. "I don't know, it got worse and worse and then I passed out, when I woke up, I was here. she whined.

Your view: Coryo was gently caressing me when suddenly the doctor came in. “Hello Mr. and Mrs. Snow, I'm here to tell you the test results. Coryo grabbed your hand and put the tranquilizer rings on. The doctor suddenly laughed, “Don't worry, that's good news Mrs. Snow, you're pregnant, you're at the end of your third trimester, the baby should be born in six months, congratulations to you both. "said the doctor, leaving the room. I looked at Coriolanus and tried to decipher his opinion on the matter. I was happy myself, I always wanted my child. "Well, I think that empty room in the house will be used at last," he said and he smiled softly and reached his hand over my stomach and began to caress it gently. "I am the luckiest man in Panem."

OUR LITTLE SNOWFLAKE

I hope you like it if you have any request i am always open.

[bae04xx]

Heyyy I just saw it post and like I couldn't resist sending in an ask (or request if you will)!! If you want to could you write a bill cipher (yes ik💀) x reader where he and the reader are dating but get into an argument and he just says/does sum really mean stuff?? Fluff ending tho please I can't take only angst lmao, for the reader i would pref a Fem reader but gn is fine to!! Also for bill could he be in his triangle form?? (I'm so sorry if this is a long ask💀💀) but yeah that's it!!

One last thing if you don't mind could I be the 😻 anon so like if I send a ask/message I will add that and yk its me!!

-😻

hey ofc, sorry don’t check my tumblr that often! i would love to :)

thanks 😻 anon :)

bill cipher x fem! reader

angst and fluff 🖤☁️

i grabbed my bags out of my car boot, harshly gripping them between my fingers, which the knuckles of began to loose their colour from the chill in the air. after shutting the car doors and locking it up i begin storming down the pebbled drive towards my little cottage of a home. i sigh as i drop my bags and twist the key into the lock. i walk into the warmth of my house- silence greets me. after a full day at work, a very busy day might i add, then running about 5 errands i expect my home to be as i left it, cleaned to perfection. my eyes squint at the crumbs left all over hallway’s floor, i walk through them and set my bags onto the kitchen’s table- only to see condiments and dirty dishes scattered on the counters.

i quickly put my food shopping away, then hastily clean the house top to bottom, from hoovering to polishing to mopping to cleaning all of his dirty clothes because god forbid he contribute anything to this house and take any weight off my already drowning shoulders. i bury my face into my hands and curl up on my sofa, after sitting like this for a few minutes i decide to sit up and distract myself, flipping through a few tv channels to find a decent one.

i wonder why i’m even here, i was only meant to be in gravity falls temporarily, after my mother decided i was too much for her, she shipped me off to live with my aunt for the summer- aunty suz, or as the locals called her, lazy suzan. she ran a diner, which i helped out with as my keep, and there i met the twins. i felt like mable understood me, she really helped me deal with my mental health and overcome it all. she was my bestfriend- until i fell for him. i made the stupid mistake of choosing bill cipher, a living breathing demon, over my bestfriend. and now i’m stuck in this hell hole- gravity falls.

“loving boyfriend my ass..” i mumbled, throwing the tv remote to the ground in frustration.

“what about me were you saying, peach?” he smirks, materialising out of no where, with a snarky expression.

“what the fuck have you been doing all day cipher? i work my ass off and i come home to the house a state?” i plead, standing up to be someone as tall as the floating figure.

“woah woah woah, don’t be so aggressive peach, calm it and remember who you’re speaking to,” he warns, i laugh at him.

“i do everything for you cipher, i have up my life for you and this is the thanks i get? no support, messing with my home and threats? i have every right to be angry at you, you always do this!”

“do what exactly, peach?” his eyes narrow at me, staring me down.

“fuck me over! you expect to be fed, even though you don’t need to eat and can make anything you want appear but no- i have to supply it for you, to clean in a clean house but it’s fine for you to constantly mess it up, and to leave for days at a time with no warning and then just appear back and expect me to be fine? and treat me like shit!”

“i can do whatever the fuck i want peach, whatever i want-“ he grabs me by the chin, “you listen to me, you’re a puppet in my hands, you’re lucky i’m even giving the time of day. you’re only around because i like you, and you’re so lucky i like you because do you wanna know what would happen if i didn’t?”

…

“you’d be dead, rotting your own personal hell. so show me a little respect? don’t forget your place.”

i push myself away from him, i regretfully look in my eyes, i don’t know what to do, so i just stand there, scared, confused, anxious yet angry.

“i’m going, don’t try and get in my head, i don’t want you there.” i announce, before storming off and grabbing my handbag.

“i’ll never get out of your head, you belong to me remember, you’re nothing without me.” he announced, as though he’s just next to me but he isn’t. i’m in the car, applying as much pressure to the accelerator as i can- and he’s no where near me. he’s in my fucking head again. i have no space, no boundaries, i’m not just me, i’m him too- and i have no choice. i can’t escape.

i break as hard as i can, in the middle of a road, no cars were within a mile radius of me, perks of living i. a quiet town. i scream, a blood curdling scream, my nails clawing into my h/c, tears stream out of my eyes. sobbing uncontrollably i feel an arm snake around me, pulling me close.

he’s shushing me, trying to calm me down as a shriek and cry into his chest, not sure if i should push him away or accept him embrace. his boney hands stroke my h/c and instantly calms me, not by my choice though- the bastard is in my head again.

“i’ve given everything for you bill.” i state, wiping my tears away, a dead look in my eyes.

“i’m sorry peach,” he hugs me tightly, “i know i’m shitty, but i’m so sorry.”

and he just holds me, let’s me stay in his arms, i focus on my breathing, as he plays with my hair, he whispers a small ‘i love you’ in my ear, i hum back to him, too exhausted to process what’s really happened.

i wake up in my bed, changed into my favourite fleecy pyjamas, a very worried demon next to me.

i yawn, stretching my arms up, turning to him i say “and how did i get here?” my voice a little gruff from sleepiness.

“you don’t think i was going to let you sleep in the car do you? what kinda demon do you think i am?” he replied in his usually snarky yet flirtatious voice.

“ah yes sorry, you’re such the gentleman- how could i forget,” i giggle back at him before rolling away to the other side of the bed.

“i really am sorry y/n, i’m gonna try more, for you peach,”

“i love you bill,”

“i love you more peach,”

a comfortable silence surrounds us, i sigh before deciding to get up, yet just as a i begin to take the duvet off me i get it pulled start back on.

“what’re you thinking for breakfast peach? my treat, you just stay snuggled up in bed,”

“i bought some croissants yesterday, they’re in the cupboard,” i muse, before grabbing my book off the bedside table. bill let’s out a laugh.

“my treat, you just wait and see what i’ve got planned peach!”

[nowritingonthewall]

Cake me up before you dough dough

Pairing: Poe Dameron x female reader

(Special appearances by Snap and BB-8)

Words: 3500

Summary: You try to bake a cake. Poe tries to be… helpful.

Warnings: Poe being an adorable menace, suggestive language, terrible (and I mean terrible!) puns, double entendres and innuendos (including some for pregnancy and having children), food mention, may contain traces of nuts, not beta alpha or omega read

This is fiction and definitely not meant to be taken too seriously but please remember to never tease anyone about having or not having kids unless you are 200 per cent sure that they are absolutely fine with it.

Also, I would like to point out that the reader’s light headache is definitely not a migraine because if it was, Poe would have behaved completely differently.

And, of course, the gifs aren’t supposed to represent the reader’s physical appearance, they are purely for inspirational purposes.

As always, please be aware that I am not a native speaker, so I sincerely apologize in advance for any crimes committed against the beautiful English language! (Except for the innuendos. Those are entirely Poe’s fault.)

If you made it to the end of the warnings, you are amazing and deserve all the cake in the galaxy 🥰

“Nuh-uh, Poe, those have been measured!”

You tried to gently shove your boyfriend’s hand away as he indulged himself in at least a hand full of chocolate chips from the bowl on the kitchen counter.

His answer lay approximately somewhere in the middle between “Gfewfmpphlasfefuh” and “Hmeheetsluludfere”.

“Oh really, why didn’t you say so before?” you asked trying to keep your attention on the mixing bowl in front of you.

The crinkly-eyed smile he gave you would have melted the complete bowl of chocolate chips in no time. “I said: Since when are you using instant mix?” he laughed.

“Since someone keeps nibbling on all my ingredients whenever I try to prepare them!”

“Can’t help it, bups, I’m hungry.”

You sighed, “There are some leftover sausages in the cooling chamber.”

His eyes began to shine with a mischievous glint. “Maybe I’m hungry for something else,” he said approaching you gently from behind.

Placing his warm hands on your hips and a chocolaty kiss on your cheek before resting his chin on your shoulder, he continued, “And since you are strictly off nibbles whenever you are in the kitchen…”

“I’m pretty sure Leia’s words were ‘The kitchen is strictly off limits to you’!” you snorted. “You know, since the latest incident with the caf maker? And that you’re not allowed to enter any kitchen without a fully prepped extinguisher droid by your side. So… “

“Sooooo… what are we baking?” he changed the subject semi-elegantly.

“I am baking a cake,” you chuckled, giving him a playful boop on his nose, which made him scrunch it up so adorably, you couldn’t resist adding a sweet little kiss on top of it.

He hummed in approval. “What kinda cake?”

“Just… you know… cake…” you more mumbled than answered, suddenly very focused on the mixing bowl in front of you.

You could practically hear him raise his eyebrow without having to see it.

“Is it a secret?” he asked.

“Not really…”

“Does it contain nuts?”

“Not yet, but you can add some if you like?”

“You know my nuts are always up for grabs for you, babe!”

Too late did you notice how his hands had been wandering towards the front pocket of your apron, from which he pulled the package of the instant mix with a triumphant laugh, keeping it out of your reach amidst your protest with ease.

“Haydaria Prebun’s Super Moist and Juicy Cake Mix?” he read out loud, with particular emphasis on the moist and juicy parts.

As one brow was lowered, the other one shot up even higher.

At that moment you knew that you were in trouble.

But, of course, you weren’t ready to accept your fate that easily.

 “What are the chances of you forgetting what you just read?” you asked, not quite able to keep the pleading undertone out of your voice. “If I told you that it was the last one at the store?”

“That depends…” he said, stroking his chin as if pondering over a particularly complicated flight maneuver.

“On what?”

“On whether your cake will come out of the oven with a soggy bottom,” he deadpanned without so much as a twitch of his facial muscles.

“And what if it does?”

“Don’t worry, babe.” Putting one hand on your shoulder, he gave you a solemn look.

“As long as you penetrate deep enough when you check for leftover moisture, you should be fine.”  

“You’re really gonna make me regret this for the rest of the week, aren’t you?”

“Come on, bups, that name’s nearly as bad as the one Snap chose when he tried to open his night club.”

“It wasn’t supposed to be a night club!” you automatically said in almost perfect involuntary unison with Snap, who entered the kitchen exactly at that moment with BB-8 following right behind him.

Not too eager on being pulled into that discussion again, you knelt down to pet the little droid, making him beep in excitement.

“Hey, Beebs, what’s up, are you hungry, too?”

“No, Bee Bee ate!” Poe declared brightly, not quite succeeding at suppressing his grin this time.

Kriffing maker, why did he have to be so cute? Fighting somewhat to keep your composure and not give him the satisfaction of bursting into giggles, you said, “Poe, you don’t even qualify for the position of purveyor of dad jokes.”

“Told you so, buddy!” Snap grinned.

“Wait, told him what, exactly?” you asked.

“Well, me and the squad have discussed the matter and it’s obviously time for Poe to…”

“Please don’t say it!” you groaned.

“…put a bun in your oven?”

“I am so proud of you, buddy!” Poe grinned with glee while you just huffed.

Looking from Poe’s excited to your slightly irritated expression, Snap obviously thought it would be best to try and tread a little more carefully, so he said, “Aaaaaall right, I have no idea what’s going on here, I just came to ask whether you have some of that amazing koyo juice oft yours left?”

“Sorry, Snap, we’re all out of koyo juice.” Poe shook his head.  

“Because somebody drank it all,” you added.

“Only because somebody loved it so much,” he left a quick and sweet kiss on your temple, “and somebody also happens to knows that his baby prefers grown up juices anyway.”

You just gave him a look and turned back to Snap.

“I could offer you some milk?” you suggested.

“From the cooling chamber!” you immediately added a little more high pitched than intended before Poe could open his mouth.

“Excited already, are we, bups?” Poe grinned. “And I haven’t even started to lick any of your tools yet.”

The ease, with which he caught the dish cloth you threw at him, was more than infuriating.

“There’ll be no licking tonight, Commander, unless you start to behave!”

“Hmmmm…” Poe took a step towards you and placed both his hands on your shoulders to pull you a little closer. “Are you telling me that you would like your commander to be a little less cocky?”

Putting one hand on your hip before popping it to the side with enough force to throw him off balance, you took a deep breath before explaining, “First of all, there’ll be no beaters to lick because the ingredients are mixed together by…”

“Yeeeeees?” Both Poe and Snap seemed to compete for whose grin would be able to eat more shit.

“Ne-ver-mind!” you grumbled when BB-8 chirped a helpful, “Mixed together by hand?”

“Thanks, Beebs!” you sighed.

“Sooo…” Poe deducted with ineffably deliciously furrowed brows, “it’ll be a hand job, then?”

“Not in front of my cake, Poe!”

“Of course not!” he nodded sympathetically. Doing a cute little half-pirouette, he approached you from the other side. “From behind, then?”

“Please, sweetie,” you groaned, “I already have a headache!”

“Hold on!” Snap piped up while pouring himself some milk into a mug. “Isn’t he supposed to ask whether he could get in before you pretend to have a headache?”

“What exactly do you think I am doing here, pal?” Poe asked.

“I am not pre… all right, that’s it!” you exclaimed, pointing your thumb towards the door.  

“You two – out!”

Beebs gave a confused “Blee blup bloo?”

“Not you, Beebs!”

To put some emphasis on your demand, you grabbed your whisk and held it up in front of Poe’s face in what you hoped would come across as an at least slightly intimidating stance.  

“I won’t be afraid to use this!” you warned him.

“What are you planning to do with that, bups, beat us until we’re stiff?” Poe said, only partially successful at trying to suppress a smirk, which turned into a half-giggly hiccup.

“I could always upgrade this to a broom, you know?”

“To sweep me off my feet? Nah, you don’t need any toys for that, babe.”

“Hon, if you want to threaten him, you really need to stop turning him on,” Snap threw in some well-meaning advice.

“I am trying!!!” you cried in exasperation.

“All right then, let’s settle this like gentlemen… and ladies and… those who have yet to make up their minds!” Poe announced.

Hopping theatrically towards the counter, he picked up one of your spatulas and turned around to cross it with your whisk in an only slightly overdramatic gesture.

 “I’m game!” he declared wiggling his eyebrows.

“As in you’re a wild animal?” you asked trying to sound as unimpressed as you could manage.

“Only if you want me to be,” Poe said without missing a beat.

“I can’t believe you fell for that,” Snap giggled.

“Okay, then, how about you try to be a gold fish for a minute?” you suggested.

“You mean moist and slippery and with an ever present kissable pout on my lips?”

Trying to ignore his very pouty lips that were indeed more than kissable, you said, “I mean mostly quiet!!!”

“Moistly quiet?” he asked as his eyebrows started another round of advanced cardio exercises. “That’s not how I remember moist parts of last night.”

“Would you like me to put a sausage into his hole?” Snap offered his help again.

But you had already grabbed the next best thing to throw at Poe, which you realized too late turned out to be an open bag of flour. Even though he ducked immediately, his upper body ended up covered in a layer of fine white powder. Which made him shut up for exactly two and a half seconds.

The dust settled just in time for BB-8 to realize that Poe hadn’t actually set fire to his booty this time and that his extinguishing services wouldn’t be required today. Shaking his little dome he started to sweep up the mess.

Meanwhile, Snap was squirting milk everywhere between hiccups of laughter, when Poe remarked dryly, “You leaked a little there, pal.”

Snap had to give himself a little shake. “I had no idea it was that easy to make you see white, buddy,” he giggled.

While you were still contemplating whether you should apologize or whether he maybe actually deserved it at least a little, Poe was already laughing again.

“That’s all right, I’ve always wanted to wear a flour crown. Like a proper flower girl!” he beamed.

“You look more like an inverted version of a chimney sweep, buddy,” Snap remarked.

“Well, I’d be more than happy to sweep my baby’s chimney.”

“How about you sweep yourself out of the door, instead?” you suggested. “This kitchen obviously ain’t big enough for your cake and mine!”

“Ahhhh, but you see, babe, the great thing about my cake is that you can eat it and still have it.”

His proud little grin was maddeningly adorable and the lovely crinkles around his eyes, which were even more prominent now that they had been decorated by a crust of flour, didn’t exactly help to lessen his effect on you.

So you thought that simply biting your lip might be your best option right now.

“Aren’t you even gonna help cleaning me up after making a mess of me?” His smile turned into a pout.

You just rolled your eyes.

“And after that I can provide you with a way better reason to roll your eyes,” he said becoming more enthusiastic by the second.

“Tell you what, bups!” He began to jump up and down in excitement. “You help me clean myself up and I’ll lube up your dish for you.”

“You can oil it up for me.”

“Whatever you fancy, bu-hu-hups!”

The last words evolved into a hearty sneeze, sending a cloud of flour from his curls to the ground.

This drew a series of seriously indignant and frustrated beeps from BB-8 before he started to sweep all over again.

“Sorry, Beebs, you really don’t have to do that,” Poe tried to appease his little droid.

“Blooeeeyyy beep boop buhp blippy?”

“Wh… did he just say…?” you asked in disbelief.

“ ‘Shooting out of two holes, are we?’ ” Poe confirmed with a proud smile.

“Sweetie, what have you done to your droid?” you said as you began looking around the kitchen to try and find some tissues for him.

“Like father, like son,” Poe beamed, giving his droid son a fond little pat on his dome. “Talking about shooting out of holes, babe…”

You turned around with so much force that all three of them took a synchronized cautionary step backwards when you said, “You even think about making a joke about covering my cake in juicy and thick cream, sweetie, and you’ll be creaming nothing but your own cake for the next month.”

“Well, that wouldn’t be any fun at all, would it?” Poe pouted a little deflated before his face lit up again. “Unless you’d like to watch?”

“Not particularly, no,” you said convincing, basically, no one.

“Come on, bups, I’ll even whip up all the cream for you you could possible ask for and I’m gonna take extra care not to whip it out…” he paused dramatically, “...of the bowl.”

“I’ve never loafed so hard in my life.”

Poe eyes widened as he gasped, “Babe, was that… was that a pun?”

“No, it wasn’t. And just so you know, for every bad innuendo or pun of yours, my cake will be off limits to you for another day.”

“Just to be clear, what kind of cake are we talking about now? Because if it isn’t the one you are currently baking, that would mean you just made an innuendo yourself and this would kind of cancel out whatever I hmpnfssefefed…”

Placing a hand over Poe’s mouth, you mentally prepared yourself for the licking attack that was inevitably going to follow. Instead, you let out a surprised little gasp when his eyes softened and he gave you the gentlest of kisses to your palm, because he just had to be adorable like that when you tried to be angry with him.

Forget about melting chocolate, the way he looked at you with his soft baby ewok eyes would have melted parts of you in a way that would have been considered unhygienic even if you hadn’t currently been lingering in a kitchen setting.

You couldn’t help but smile at him, even if it came with another fond rolling of your eyes.

“If you two don’t take the cake,” Snap said shaking his head. “Come one, Beebs, I think it’s time to leave mommy and daddy alone.”

“Thank you for cleaning up Poe’s mess, Beebs!” you shouted after them over Poe’s shoulder as they left the kitchen.

“Oh really? Don’t you mean your mess?” Poe’s voice took on a growling undertone as he took another step towards you.

“I wasn’t the one who made me throw the flour,” you shrugged.

He had to open and shut his mouth a few times before settling for a particularly expressive raised eyebrow instead. Which send another little cloud of flour towards the ground.

“Your face looks a little cakey, there, Commander.”

“Really? Hmmm, I wonder how that happened.”

“It’s a complete mystery,” you professed. “Need some help clearing that up?”

“The mystery?”

“That.” You nodded. “Or I could start with your face?”

Lowering his head so that he was looking up at you from beneath his impossibly lush long lashes and dropping his voice by an octave, he growled, “Dough it!”

You tried to suppress a snort as you drenched a washcloth in warm water and hopped onto the kitchen counter.

Less than a nanosecond later, Poe was standing between your legs, leaving precisely zero point zero room for you to get to work.

“Sweetie!”

He just gave you an innocent smile.

As you let the wet washcloth dangle over his head, dangerously close to his curls, he sighed and took half a step backwards.

That sigh was only the beginning, as he began to hum with pure contentment when you started to gently wipe down his face. You couldn’t help but smile at the way his eyes fluttered closed as if he was receiving the most luxurious spa treatment.

Judging by his disappointed look, you were finished way too soon for his liking. “I think you missed a few spots there, bups,” he said.

“You think so?”

“Definitely.”

“Let me take a closer look, then.”

Cupping his cheeks with your hands, you gently turned his head from side to side.

“I think the use of professional equipment may be required here, Commander.”

“Go ahead, Lieutenant,” he choked up. “I’ll be brave.”

So you left a soft kiss on the middle of his forehead. And one on the tip of his nose. And one on each temple. And one on his cheek. And one on his brow. And one on his chin. And one on his infuriatingly perfectly chiselled jaw line. And you didn’t stop until all of his face had been covered in kisses and the last of the flour had definitely been eliminated.

You would have topped it off with a kiss to the crown of his head if his curls hadn’t been so thoroughly bathed in flour.   

Since you still felt a little bad for what happened, you tried to de-flour his hair by giving him an intense but gentle scalp massage. His head lolled towards you within seconds and as his face found its place in the crook of your neck, he began to make the most satisfied of purring noises. As you let your nails scratch carefully over his scalp, his purring turned into soft moans. Until you accidentally brushed over that one spot at the nape of his neck making him squeak and do a little hop.

“I am sorry, sweetie!” you chuckled. “Sometimes I forget how ticklish you are.”

“What are you talking about, I am not ticklish,” he mumbled while nuzzling his face into your shoulder again.

“I am sorry what now?”

“I. Am. Not. Ticklish.”

Raising both eyebrows at him, you said, “Wanna prove that to me?”

“I don’t have to prove any… no no no…”

As you let your fingers ghost over the same spot ever so lightly again, he jumped backwards, trying to shield his neck from your hands. This of course left his arm pits completely unguarded, inviting you to launch a full blown tickle attack on him. Vacillating between squealing and laughing and begging for mercy, he kept trying to fight you off as you worked your path along all of his most ticklish spots.

His shirt became more untucked with every attempt at defending himself against your skilful wiggly fingers until his tummy basically begged for your undivided attention. As you redirected all your forces towards this beautifully naked patch of skin, Poe didn’t last another moment before you both tumbled to the floor with him landing on his back and you coming to sit on top of him.

“So…” you said as you were both fighting to catch your breath. “You are not ticklish?”

“Definitely not,” he panted as a smile spread across his face.

“Right…”

Wiggling your fingers, you went in for another round of tickles. But this time he caught your hands easily and held them tight as he slowly pulled you down towards him until your face was level with his.

With his smile growing even wider, he rubbed his nose gently against yours a few times before cooing, “I am sorry, bups!”

Furrowing your brow with suspicion you asked, “For what?”

“First of all, I didn’t know you had a headache.”

“Hmmm.”

“Anything I can do to make it better?” he asked softly.

“You mean like kneading me through?”

Poe gasped, “Was that another pun?”

“No.”

“Actually, I was more thinking along the lines of easing your pain with rhythmic movements of my fingers…”

“Pohoeeee…” Your groans of leftover irritation turned into groans of heavenly relief as Poe began to massage the sore muscles in your neck.

As he worked his way down your back while leaving soft kisses on your temple, you could feel yourself melting into him and his warmth and his softness until you began to wonder whether you had actually turned into a pancake.

Mumbling into the fabric of his shirt, you asked, “What’s second?”

“Second? Oh, second, you’ve got some chocolate on your face.”

Raising your head, you chuckled, ”You mean the one you left there earlier?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Of course you don’t.”

“What I do know,” he continued, “is that you have to let me kiss it away or there’ll be rain and nothing but grey skies for the next two weeks. I am sorry, bups, I don’t make the rules.”

As he began to kiss away the chocolate on the corner of your mouth, you could feel him smiling against your skin. His smile grew even wider as he continued his kisses on your cheek and along your jaw line and down your neck and your shoulder and…

“I’m sure there wasn’t any chocolate down there.”

His breathy laugh tickled pleasantly on your skin. “Sorry, bups, it’s just a little hard to tell where the chocolate ends and your sweetness begins. Hold on, let me try again.”

Retracing his earlier kissing path, he worked his way back to your mouth, with every single brush of his lips against your skin sending another shiver down your spine.

You sighed, “Did you find the spot this time?”

“I think I may need another sample for a proper statistical analysis. You know…”

“…for science?” you chuckled.

“Exactly.”

“Are you ever gonna stop prokrastibaking and let me finish making that cake?” you asked not in the least motivated to get up again.

“You are aware that you are the one pinning me to the ground right now, right, bups?”

“If you put it like that…”

“Also… shouldn’t you give it some rest so that it can rise before going in?”

You turned your head back down to look at him properly. At the way he bit his lips, trying to suppress a smile until the effort made him scrunch up his nose in the cutest way, as if the sparkle in his gorgeous crinkle-framed eyes didn’t say it all. Maker, you loved this dork.

“It’s supposed to become a cake, sweetie, not a bun,” you finally tried to explain.

“Right,” he nodded, “because we still have to work on that one.”

“Nooooo, because it only rises in heat. Which, in your case, would basically be all the time. “

“I can certainly confirm that something else is rising, Lieutenant.”  

As the cheekiness and soft adoration in his eyes were joined by longing and something way, way darker, you decided that the cake batter might as well wait a little longer. After all, you had all the cake you needed right here underneath you.

“In that case…” you smiled. “I really think it’s time we got started on that bun.”

Thank you for reading 💜

[miracles-and-butterflies]

For @zuuz-dot-chr-exe, based on the prompt: “Isabela trying to convince Dolores to have a streak of her hair dyied.”

A short one shot of Isabela and Dolores bonding while Isa tries to convince her prima-hermana to let her dye a single strand of hair. Or Isabela might not like showing it but sometimes she still needs reassurance from her family that being imperfect is okay.

Something Unexpected

“No, Isabela.”

It wasn't the first time she heard it and she was sure it wouldn’t be the last.

Ever since she got her gift back, Isabela had been no stranger to dyeing anything she could get her hands on. From her hair to her dress to her furniture to even her own skin, she would stain in any colour - splattered, several at once or mix up something new. She wasn’t picky. If anything, she liked the mash of colour.

Subsequently, this also meant her family had to adjust to this change too. For the most part, they were on board and very supportive. Many of them would happily join in or offer themselves as victims test subjects. The only real disapproval would come from her mother when she made a mess and refused to clean it, and when she stained a new piece of clothing in front of Mirabel. The nagging over the kitchen and whining of wasted thread aside, Isabela was much happier than she ever remembers being.

She frequently found herself adding dyed strands to the hair of Luisa, Camilo and Antonio. That was where you could find the four Madrigal kids on Sunday morning like today. Not that she is complaining about the arrangement, but… it would be nice to do someone else’s hair. And her one target didn’t seem to have any other response. No matter how she approached the offer.

“Please, Dolores!” Antonio tried, tugging at his sister’s sleeve with hopeful eyes. “It doesn’t hurt or anything, I promise. You’ll look so pretty with your hair done!”

Dolores barely lifted her eyes from her tiple, continuing to strum the tune she was learning.

“Come on, we’re all doing it, sis. Just have Bela put some yellow in.” Camilo kicked his foot at her chair. Unlike Antonio’s flattery and begging, his go-to strategy was always to annoy his sister into doing something. Which got pretty similar results. She didn’t move and instead Casita pushed him aside. “Casita, that’s not fair! It’s not my fault! Dolores is ruining the whole afternoon!”

“Why are you all getting on my case about this? Mirabel isn’t joining in either.” Dolores squeaked.

“Don’t spin this on me,” Mirabel snapped, stopping her embroidery to look up at her accuser. “You know full well I’m allergic.”

“You’re allergic to tree pollen, not flowers, you’re fine!”

Mirabel brushed her forehead curl back, revealing an irritated red patch, a rash from some test Isabela had done. She shot Dolores a challenging look, “Then explain the existence of the allergic reaction I’ve had, Lola.” Dolores rolled her eyes, turning away. Mirabel set her hair back, sighing to herself as she picked up her needle, “Dios, dame fuerzas. Tener la razón todo el tiempo es agotador.”

“I can hear you, you know,” Dolores whispered over.

“Good.” Mirabel hummed.

Luisa, who was sat on Mirabel’s other side, dropped an arm around her sister. “I can’t believe you’d throw this all on her. She is a child and she has a reason to not participate, what the hell is your excuse anyways? Let me guess: the pollen is too loud?” She asked, teasing.

“Oh, you are so funny, Luisa.” She deadpanned.

“One strand of hair, Dolores, that’s all I’m asking,” Isabela piped up, waving the red flower around dramatically. “Come on, I’m your best friend! Your sister-like figure—”

“Do not give me that song and dance again. You did it twice yesterday and I still have a headache.”

“Okay, fine… But, you know, as the eldest grandchild, I’m technically the one in charge, so what I say goes and I say—”

“It’s not going to happen, Isabela.”

Isabela groaned, “Please!? I will literally pay you!”

“There isn’t enough money in Colombia for that.” Dolores countered.

Seemingly giving up, Isabela collapsed back into the chair behind her. Luisa chuckled a bit but didn’t say anything more, happy enough to let this go too. Antonio pouted while Camilo huffed, getting onto his feet he offered his hand to the younger boy.

“Come on, Toñito, let’s go show Mamí and Papa how great our hair looks.” He suggested.

As the two boys ran off in a flurry of multicoloured powder, Dolores contented herself in the relative silence of the room. With a smirk to herself, she returned her focus back on to the instrument in hand. She barely got through the first chord before:

“Okay, your brothers are gone now. It’s just us. You can let me dye your hair now.”

“No.”

“What?”

“No.”

“Please?”

“No.”

“Please!?”

“No.”

“Pretty please!?”

“No.”

“Bitch,” Isabela spat, slumping over onto the floor.

“Language.” Mirabel said, sing-song.

Luisa was giggling to herself at this point, clearly very entertained by both Isabela and Dolores’ ongoing argument. Even more so now that Mirabel had decided to try mediate the situation or at the very least Isabela’s swearing.

Dolores decided to simply ignore her three cousins, just focus on the song she had yet to finish because of all the interruptions and distractions in this room.

Honestly, she should have picked somewhere else to settle down with her tiple. It has crossed her mind an hour ago but she didn’t think too much of it. After all, they were her family. Her own brothers and cousins, and she did like being in their company. Even if she was just a silent spectator to the chaos of gremlins and Mirabel’s latest embroidery project.

When Isabela brought out the flowers and the boys began bouncing off the walls in hyper excitement and anticipation, she had her cue to leave. That would have been the chance to avoid all of this. Casita even nudged her foot to let her know. And yet… she still didn’t move. She remained in her seat, happily making her way through the chord progressions, enjoying the background noise of the chaos in the room.

“Oh, shut up!” Isabela flung back at her sister. “How would you feel if Luisa turned around and refused to wear your embroidery?”

“I wouldn’t blame her. It is her decision what she wants to wear and my embroidery is a disgrace.”

The laughter stopped very quickly.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!” Luisa exclaimed. “What did Mama tell you about demeaning yourself and your skills, hermanita?”

Mirabel clicked her tongue, just managing to stop herself from rolling her eyes. This wasn’t her first time doing this. She realised where this was going and stopped her work at a sensible place. “Not to do it, even in jest.”

“Exactly,” Luisa nodded. She heaved herself up onto her feet, scooping Mirabel up into her arms and headed for the exit. “Now, we’re gonna go into a quiet space upstairs, hug and discuss why you felt the need to say that, like the responsible and open Madrigal we are. Just know, I am not disappointed in you, just a little concerned at where such bullshit came from!”

“Language.”

“Yep, sorry, Mira. I realised as soon as I said it.”

Her footsteps disappeared up the stairs, leaving the room once again in silence. Quieter than before. Quieter than when she first entered the room.

It wasn’t the same kind of silence. It was the same silence she remembers on the first night after Casita’s collapse, almost a year ago to the day. Uncomfortable, to put it lightly. Different types of discomfort, of course, but somehow still the same. They weren’t pleasant to sit through and it ruined the melody every time she tried to play.

She set the tiple down in the empty spot beside her. Glancing over at Isabela, who had since slumped all the way down to the floor, flickering various petals and leaves into the air from her fingers.

“You don’t really think I don’t support you, do you?”

The petals unceremoniously dropped. Isabela sat up abruptly, coughing them out.

“What?” She asked.

“What you asked Mirabel,” Dolores clarified. “You implied that me not letting you dye my hair was the equivalent to Luisa turning down the embroidery Mirabel spends hours working on. I know you were exaggerating but the point remains; I’m asking if you think that I don’t care or support you.”

Isabela didn’t say anything, still unusually quiet. But the silence was enough of an indicator for Dolores.

As much as Isabela has grown to perfect herself and was a flawless actress, who had the entire town believing every smile was as real as life itself, Dolores had become incredibly sharp at reading people. Hearing everything gave her knowledge which was always an advantage in that process, but after so many years, it pretty much became second nature. So, even though Isabela had everyone else believing what she wanted, she never had and never will have Dolores.

Dolores stepped down, kneeling on the floor beside her cousin, taking her hand. Isabela raised an eyebrow at this.

“Isabela, I do care about you. I’m happy that you get to be yourself and, even though some of your actions are very stupid and downright dangerous, I do support you. I might not always say it or show it, but I do.” She insisted, offering a smile. “Okay?”

Isabela returned the smile, meeting her eyes. “So… can I dye your hair?”

Jesus fucking Christ—

“Fine,” she relented, covering Isabela’s mouth before she could start screaming in excitement. “But this stays between us, Isa. I don’t want my brothers knowing that I can change my mind, I’ll lose my power over them.”

“Whatever you want, Lola.”

[goalsongspinkthongs]

The Worst Story You Have Ever Read.

what happens what a boy tells you he knows your best kept secret?

tz x little!sisters!best!friend!

a/n: ive been writing for a while and just started a series that i might actually like, so lets hope someone else likes it too (also my writing style was heavily inspired by lemony snicket for this (idk either))

I would like to start this tale by saying, for the record, that nothing good ever happens when your best friend’s older brother is involved. It’s a truth I had learned over time, but was tragically reminded of one afternoon, in the late summer when the air was sticky and the light fell just wrong, like everything was about to fall apart, but hadn’t yet.

I am a rather ordinary girl, if you can disregard the fact that I have loved a boy—Trevor, Ava’s older brother—for as long as I can remember. It’s not that Trevor is a bad person, no. He’s the kind of person who can make you feel both invisible and incredibly visible at the same time, which is an exhausting combination when you’re a person who only wants to be invisible most of the time. I had convinced myself, long ago, that Trevor didn’t know about my feelings. And why would he? I was, after all, Ava’s best friend, a position I had never in a thousand years thought would be accompanied by such... complications.

Ava and I, we had grown up together, like two characters in a very dull and unremarkable book, one that no one would bother to read except for those with an unhealthy amount of free time. And then there was Trevor, who seemed to glide through the chapters of our lives with such effortless confidence, like some sort of heroic figure whose story had been written in a much more interesting book, one of those books you’re too afraid to open because you know once you do, the whole thing will be about how the hero burns the world down and doesn’t even care.

On this particular afternoon, however, my life—and my carefully curated collection of secrets—was about to be tossed into a volcano of very real emotions and terrible consequences. Ava, in a moment that could only be described as an act of betrayal on the grandest scale, decided to leave me alone with Trevor. Yes, alone. In a room. With no immediate escape route. It was as if she’d handed me a ticking time bomb, said "Good luck," and then casually walked out of the room, whistling as if everything were fine.

Trevor was sitting at the kitchen counter, peeling an apple with such deliberate precision that it made me feel like I was the one who was being peeled, layer by layer, with each stroke of his knife. I tried to make myself small, as I often did when the world seemed too big and too full of people who could read your every thought with just one glance. But of course, Trevor wasn’t looking at me. He was looking at the apple, and I was both grateful and horrified by this, because it meant he had no idea how loudly my heart was beating, or how my palms were sweating, or how my mind had somehow frozen into a solid block of incoherence.

And then he spoke.

“You know,” he said, casually, as if this were a perfectly normal thing to say to your best friend’s little sister, “Ava’s been talking about how much you like... well, how much you like me.”

And there it was. The unthinkable, the unspoken, the thing that I had tried so very hard to pretend wasn’t true. Ava. Ava had said something. To Trevor. About me. About how I felt.

I couldn’t remember how to breathe, which is not an exaggeration. I forgot all the things you’re supposed to say when you’re caught in a moment like this—things like "Oh, no, I don’t know what you’re talking about," or "Ava’s just joking." Instead, I blurted the only thing I could think of: “I—uh—don’t think you should listen to her. She says a lot of stuff. You know how she is.”

Trevor raised an eyebrow. It was the sort of eyebrow-raising that should have been reserved for situations in which you were confronted with a mystery that didn’t make sense, like finding a cat wearing a bow tie in the middle of the road. His gaze shifted from the apple to me. He didn’t laugh. He didn’t look embarrassed. He just looked... interested.

“I don’t think she was joking, Honey,” he said, his voice suddenly lower, smoother, like the sound of rain on pavement. “And I think you might be lying to yourself about something.”

Now, at this point, I should have done what any self-respecting person would do in this situation: run. Run as fast and as far as possible, preferably to the nearest forest where I could hide for the next hundred years. But instead, I stood there, paralyzed, and watched Trevor put down the apple, wipe his hands on a towel, and take a step closer to me.

I felt the heat of his presence before I saw it. It was a dangerous thing, this heat. It made the air feel thicker, and it made everything inside me go taut, as if I were a string being pulled so tight that at any moment I might snap. He was too close now. Too close to my fragile, ridiculous heart.

“I think,” he said, with that smile of his—half mischief, half something else that I couldn’t quite place—“that I should probably kiss you now, shouldn’t I?”

For the record, if you ever find yourself in a situation where someone says this to you, I would advise you to take a moment. A long, long moment. A moment to process the fact that the world is, quite possibly, coming to an end.

But I didn’t have a moment. I barely had time to comprehend the words, let alone how to respond to them, before Trevor was leaning in and, just like that, the world became something else entirely.

And yes, I kissed him back.

I kissed him back like my life depended on it, which, in retrospect, was probably true. And when it was over, when everything in the universe had shifted into something new and completely terrifying, I pulled away and found myself thinking—of all things—that the entire thing was utterly predictable. It was always going to happen this way, wasn’t it?

No one ever warns you about what happens next.

There’s a part of me that will forever wonder whether I could have handled it differently—whether I could have taken the long, awkward road of friendship instead of charging straight into the storm. But that’s a question with no answer, much like the one about what happens when a girl falls in love with her best friend’s older brother.

And honestly, I don’t think I want to know.

But I think Ava might, which is a problem I’m not sure I’m ready to deal with yet.

[lonesome-witching]

Make You Feel Good

I'm back with more ronance. This one is smut, so if you are not into that I completely understand. NSFW under the cut!

Do you have any prompts yourself? Or do you want to dive into what I wrote before? You can read my previous prompts or send me some new ones.

Robin closed the door behind her with a bang. She was lucky her parents weren’t home, or she’d get an ear full. But she had a shit day, and she needed an outlet. Any type of outlet she could get.

The phone was ringing. Or, well, it had just started ringing. Robin didn’t want to pick up. It might be her mother checking in to see if she hadn’t burned the house down yet. Or it could be her dad asking if she didn’t forget to take the trash out because he knew her mind could be all over the place. Or it could be Steve checking that she got home safe. But it could also be Nancy wanting to talk after a long day.

Robin reached for the phone a moment too late. It stopped ringing before her fingers could touch it. She picked up the phone regardless. Her fingers hovered over the numbers for a moment before she made up her mind.

“Hello?” Nancy’s voice flooded through the phone.

“Hi, Nance,” Robin greeted back. She jumped onto the kitchen counter.

“Robin? Hi. I thought you weren’t home yet, I just called.”

“I only just got home.” Robin’s head fell against the kitchen tiles.

“How was your day?” There was some shuffling on the other side of the line. Robin imagined Nancy getting comfortable in her bed. She wished she was there with her. She wished she could touch her.

“It was awful.”

“How come?” Nancy sounded worried.

“Some annoying costumers.  This middle-aged couple that couldn’t decide which movie they wanted, and they kept dragging me into the fight. And then there was this guy that started flirting with me. It was awful,” Robin complained.

“I’m sorry, is there anything I can do to help?”

“Anything really. Talking to you helps.”

“Do you want me to come over?”

“God, yes. But I can’t ask that. It’s late.”

“I’ll be there in 15.”

-

The doorbell echoed through the house. Robin jumped up from her seat at the couch, rushing towards the door.

“Nance?”

Nancy stood there with a smile on her face. “You look happy to see me.”

“I’m always happy to see you.”

“What a charmer you are.”

Robin grinned, stepping out of the way to allow Nancy to step inside. Nancy immediately walked up the stairs. There wasn’t much upstairs, only Robin’s room.

“Do you want something to drink?” Robin shouted.

“No, I’m fine,” Nancy shouted back. Her voice sounded far away. Robin wanted to run up the stairs. She didn’t like the distance between her and Nancy. But she didn’t run. “Come up here!” Nancy encouraged.

Robin continued her ascend until she could see Nancy laying on her bed. She closed her bedroom door behind her.

“There you are,” Nancy said with a smile.

“Here I am,” Robin confirmed, leaning against the bedroom door.

“Do you want to tell me about your day?”

“I already told you.”

Nancy hummed. “You can elaborate if you want. I’m here to listen.”

“There’s not much else to say, it just sucked.”

“What can I do to make you feel better?” Nancy sat up.

“I don’t know. I guess I just need to blow off some steam.”

Nancy raised her eyebrows. “Blow off some steam, huh?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, come here then. Let’s blow off some steam.”

Robin frowned. She wasn’t sure what Nancy meant until she took off her shirt and dropped it to Robin’s bedroom floor. She was wearing a red bra, one that pushed her boobs up and made them look slightly bigger than they were.

When Robin finally dragged her eyes back up to Nancy’s face, she was smiling. “Want to take a picture? It’ll last longer.”

“Can I?” Robin bit her bottom lip.

Nancy chuckled. “Go ahead.”

Robin reached for her camera. An old polaroid one her mother had handed down after she got bored. She had never been more glad for the damned thing. Never had appreciated it more than she did at that very moment.

She lifted the camera, looked through the lens and saw Nancy Wheeler laying in her bed in that red bra, with the button of her jeans unbuttoned and her arm laying above her head. She was looking right at the camera. Right at Robin. Robin’s finger pressed the button and snapped a picture. The camera spewed out the paper. Robin didn’t pay all that much attention to it, because when she lowered the camera Nancy had already started taking off her pants.

Robin put the picture on her desk, the camera next to it, without taking her eyes off Nancy. She took one step forward and then the next and then she fell on the bed. Slowly crawling towards Nancy, who had succeeded in getting rid of her pants. Her underwear matched her bra and Robin was slightly tempted to move away and reach for the camera again.

But then Nancy’s hands were on her, pulling her closer. Her lips found Nancy’s. Kissing Nancy Wheeler was magical. She always tasted slightly sweet, like cherries or strawberries or coke. Her lips were soft, so wonderfully soft.

“Tell me what you want, Robin,” Nancy panted, pulling away only a little. Just enough for her to speak. Just enough for Robin to crave more.

“I want you, I want—” Robin stopped talking, her eyes stuck on Nancy’s red bra.

“What do you want, baby?”

Robin pressed her lips against Nancy’s skin, kissing her all over her neck. “You’ve got really great tits, Nance.”

“Yeah? Do you like my tits?”

“I love your tits.”

Nancy hummed, biting her bottom lip as Robin sucked on her neck. “You want my tits, Rob— Robin.”

“Fuck yes,” Robin sighed into Nancy’s skin.

Nancy’s hand reached for the clasp on her bra. “Robin, Rob—, can you help?”

Robin pulled back slightly. “Yeah, yeah, I can help.” She reached for Nancy’s bra, unclasping it quickly. And then she pulled away again.

Nancy allowed the garment to fall down, uncovering her breasts. Her nipples were hardened. Maybe it was the cold air or maybe it was Robin’s attention.

“Go ahead, Robin.”

This was new terrain for them. They had kissed before. Nancy had tested the waters before, making out, pushing a hand under her shirt and all that. But Robin had never been allowed to touch Nancy like this. Had never tried either.

“Come on, Robin. I want to make you feel good.”

“God, I want to make you feel good.” Robin dropped her head on Nancy’s shoulders.

“Well, do it. Go for it. Touch me, Robin.”

“I want to put my mouth on you.”

Nancy sucked in a breath. “Okay, that’s okay. Put your mouth on me.”

Robin hesitated for a moment longer. Just one moment. And then she put her lips around Nancy’s nipples. She pressed the flat of her tongue against it, listening to a chocked moan escaping Nancy’s lips.

She never wanted to let go of this. This feeling was better than anything she’d ever experienced before. Feeling Nancy squirm beneath her, hearing those delightful soft noises. This might have been heaven. Robin Buckley must have gotten hit by a car on her way home and now she was in heaven.

She sucked softly on Nancy’s breast and when Nancy moaned louder than before she sucked harder.

“Fuck, Robin, fuck.” Robin released the nipple, licking over it one more time. “Don’t stop! No, Robin, don’t stop.”

“Sshhh, calm down.” Robin’s left hand started kneading the breast she had sucked on. Her thumb sliding over the nipple occasionally. “You look so fucking good like this, Nance.”

“Like what?” Nancy panted out in between soft moans.

Robin didn’t reply. Instead, she lowered her head and sucked on Nancy’s other breast. Twirling the nipple in between her teeth. Trying to continue to look up at Nancy’s face.

“Yes, just like that.” Nancy had her eyes closed as she moaned softly.

Her left hand was still working. Just slightly slowing down. Her attention taken up by everything else.

“Robin?”

Robin lifted her head, looking at Nancy. “What is it? Did I do something wrong?”

“No, no, not at all. You are doing so well. So freaking well. I just— “

“What? What do you want?”

“Can you please put your hand down my pants?”

Robin smiled, pecking Nancy’s lips. “I hate to be the one to tell you this, Nance. But you are not wearing pants.”

“If you don’t fuck me in the next five minutes—”

Robin pushed her hand under Nancy’s underwear. “Oh, you’re really wet.”

“Yeah, yeah, I am. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

Robin sighed before recapturing Nancy’s boob into her mouth. She wasn’t entirely sure what she was doing. She just did what felt right. From the sounds Nancy made, it felt good for her too.

“Don’t stop, Robin. Don’t—”

“Are you close?”

She was. It only took a few more seconds before Nancy was coming around Robin’s fingers.

“Fuck, that was good,” Nancy breathed.

“Yeah.”

“Was it good for you? Shit, I was meant to be comforting you.”

“It was perfect. You are perfect.” Robin leaned in to kiss Nancy.

“If you give me a few minutes I might be able to repay the favor.”

[eyeslikewatercoolers]

Seashells (Sashnetra)

Suprise fic time! This is actually part of both the Wedding Planner AU (set way in the future, so no spoilers for the main story) and the Love Letter AU (which is Jasya-centric au, this set as a prequel, of sorts) This is a very fluffy and family-centered fic, so I hope y'all enjoy!!

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Sasha woke up to the morning sun rays shining through the window of the master bedroom. She had been at the rental beach house in Malibu for the past few days, both she and her family needed some time away from their chaotic and busy lives in LA. Her arms reached the other side of the bed, expecting a warm body to snuggle over and stay in bed for a little longer. But to her dismay, the other side of the bed was empty, with the duvet barely put back in place. Sasha rolled over to see her bedside table, where her bottle of melatonin and cell phone sat from the night before.

She sat up in bed and picked up her cell phone while feeling the cold air conditioning hit her arms. Her phone showed notifications from several different brides, a few grooms, and one unhappy mother of the bride. But she scrolled over all of those messages since she knew that her assistant, Amethyst, had it all covered while she was away from her business. She clicked on the text that came in less than an hour before she woke up.

Neech: The little one wanted to collect more seashells this morning, we’ll be back later. Love u

She sent a few heart emojis in response before pressing the lock button and putting it in the drawer of the bedside table. She wasn't going to need it much today.

She walked to into the adjoining bathroom and took the pink silk robe from the hook on the wall. Sasha slipped it on and tightened the tie in front of her. She looked in the mirror and fixed her dyed ginger hair to a loose messy bun. After freshing up, she walked back to the bedroom to open the curtains. From her view from the bedroom window, she noticed that the sliver of the driveway and the road outside were still slightly wet from the small thunderstorm that came in the night before.

Sasha walked through the hallway, seeing that the door to her oldest daughter's room was slightly ajar. She knew Kerri preferred the door shut, and had a feeling that Kerri invited someone over during the night before. She also has noticed that since Kerri was a teenager, she always had the same person over during nights when they had thunderstorms in the area.

Down the stairs, she saw a familiar younger woman with blonde hair sitting at the breakfast bar in the kitchen. She was facing the other direction, writing in a notebook, and a half-full glass of orange juice next to her. She walked in from the other side of the kitchen, and greeted the woman at the counter "Good morning, Jasmine. I see that you got up early today." Out of all of Kerri's friends, Jasmine was the only one that knew that she was welcome in their home at any time. The two girls had met and became best friends shortly after Kerri was adopted when she was 13 years old and moved to a new school district.

Jasmine looked up from her notebook, shutting whatever she had been writing. Sasha had accidentally seen what was in the notebook before, only seeing what appeared to be letters, titled 'Dear Daya', before realizing that it was meant to be private. Jasmine smiled at Sasha "Hey, Sasha. Kerri said that it was okay for me to come over last night, even though I got here pretty late." Jasmine explained.

Sasha took out two coffee mugs from the cabinet and saw that the coffee machine had freshly brewed coffee ready in the pot. Her wife was always better at remembering to turn on the coffee pot in the morning, which she quickly learned to appreciate in their relationship. "It's fine, you know the door is always open for you." She said as she poured the coffee into the mugs. She turned to the other counter and set the mugs down, and continued "Was it the thunderstorm that brought you over?" she asked.

Jasmine pursed her lips and nodded. Sasha and Kerri have known Jasmine's fear of thunderstorms for years. One night during a sleepover and a storm suddenly came in, she saw the girls alone in the dark living room. Kerri had Jasmine's head in her lap, the blonde teenager crying while Kerri tried her best to soothe her. Sasha made both the girls hot chocolate that night, all of them sitting in front of the electric fire of their home. Jasmine continued talking "My cats can only do so much to calm me down at my apartment. Plus, my roommate is always out with her girlfriend anyways."

Sasha listened as she prepared the coffees to her and her wife's preferences. Lots of sweetened creamer for herself, and a small splash of milk for her wife. "And writing seems to help you out too since I've been seeing you with that notebook a lot lately."

Jasmine's eyes widened, and she was about to speak, unsure what to say in response. Luckily for her, the conversation was interrupted by the sliding door to the backyard opening, and the sound of small feet running across the floor in sandy flip-flops.

"Momma! Me and Mommy got lots of pretty shells this morning!" a preschool-aged girl with long brown hair and green eyes ran over to hug Sasha's legs, holding a small plastic bucket in her hand.

Sasha knelt down to look at her younger daughter "You did? How about we go look at them outside and you and Mommy can show me your favorites, okay Delia?" Her daughter nodded and noticed Jasmine in the room, walking over to give her a hug as well.

"She has so much energy this morning, she ran so much when we were over on the beach." Anetra walked up behind Sasha, giving her wife a good-morning kiss on the cheek, before picking up her cup of coffee from the counter. "Let's go outside and enjoy this morning together." Anetra walked in front of Sasha towards the back door, coffee still in hand.

Sasha looked at her wife as they walked outside. She was still as enamored by Anetra since that day in the fitting room, almost a decade later. Her wife's appearance had changed over the years, now a scar runs straight through her left eye, tattoos etched into her skin, and slight old stretch marks from her pregnancy with Delia. But Sasha was always reminded how beautiful her wife is, everyday.

Sasha sat on one of the lounge chairs, setting her mug on the small glass table next to her. She sat up, cross-legged as she felt Anetra sit behind her in the chair, head resting in the crock of her neck, and arms wrapped around her midsection. Anetra’s torso pressed against her back, and she felt the most at home in her wife’s arms.

She and Anetra watched as Delia dumped the shells onto the concrete of the patio, with some grains of wet sand and small pieces of seaweed still attached to the shells. Jasmine sat on the ground with her, helping her organize the shells that Delia collected that morning. She held up different shells of varying shades and shapes, showing everyone around her.

While Delia was distracted, Sasha noticed Kerri at the doorway, sneaking out of view and tip-toeing around the girls, before grabbing two clam shells and holding them over her eyes "Rawr! I'm the shell monster and I'm here to get you!" Kerri exclaimed before Delia jumped up, giggling and running away as her older sister chased her around the yard. In between giggles, she kept asking for Jasmine to protect her from the shell monster.

She and Anetra watched the girls play in the yard, and Sasha spoke quietly to her wife.

"Hey, Netra? I'm pretty proud of the family we made together."

Sasha felt Anetra's arms tighten around the small of her waist, hearing the smile in her wife’s voice.

"Me too, Sasha. me too."

[yanderelmk]

Paternal Syntax Hours B/c I'm In A Mood

A/N: Sometimes I just need to do a lil scribble to get my brain going, have a lil autistic Syntax headcanon & drabble with a smol spider demon. The Spider Queen's technology had begun advancing towards a fraction of what it had once been, and that meant there were resources enough for Syntax to generate another spider demon. This time Syntax decided to use a measure of his own DNA to see if his intelligence could be replicated. The result was a little spiderling who the queen absolutely adored. Huntsman and Goliath's developments had been accelerated for the sake of necessity, and Syntax wanted see how a 1/3rd human spider demon's development differed from a full-bred spider demon's. While typing up an update regarding the child's growth and development, Syntax frowned as he re-read the report in full. After checking that it was around noon, he stood and went to make his way to the kitchen. There would be the toddler and Huntsman, who was very frustrated and trying to hand the kid a ham-and-cheese on a little plate. The exasperated demon turned to Syntax and said, "Can you deal with your brat? I made his food exactly how I always do and now he's refusing to eat it." The toddler looked close to tears, but Syntax had a feeling it was more than general toddler upsets. "Small one, why don't you want your food?" Syntax asked calmly, kneeling down to his level. "No!" The toddler shook his head, trying to give the plate to Syntax. "It looks fine to me, is it..." The scientist pointed to the bread itself and asked, "The bread type?"The toddler shakes his head said. "Is it the ham, is there something wrong with it?"Another head shake. "Do you not like the crust?"A smile lit up the child's face and they nodded. "Ahhh, I see." Syntax turns to Huntsman. "Normally I just get them off since he doesn't like them, it's never really a big fuss."Huntsman crossed his arms, calmer now that the issue was identified, and looked down at the kid. "If that was all, you could've just said so, little buddy." His tone is still frustrated, but it's obvious he's trying to keep a more gentle tone.When the toddler looked down, his pointed ears lowering sadly. Syntax just patted the child's head and said, "It's almost time for you and Goliath to watch that show you like, why don't you go wait for him while I fix your food?" The small kid smiled, hugged Syntax, and ran off for the living room. When he did Syntax set the plate on the counter and began digging around for the proper knife. As he did so, he said to Huntsman, "I noticed some interesting patterns in behavior when I was typing updates about his personal development: being upset if routines are broken more than the usual toddler degree, noises that are at low volume to us greatly distressing him, preferring certain materials over others. He also speaks in mainly one-word sentences while most toddlers his age speak up to three-word sentences. All of these are behaviors I had with my age and can be indicative that the young one has autism like I do. When I was a human, my family did have several autistic members who were non-verbal or semi-verbal. It's likely my genetic history led to this developing." Huntsman frowned and peeked his head out of the kitchen to look at the toddler who was now sitting beside Goliath on the couch, his favorite cartoon playing on the TV. "Should...what does that mean? Is he gonna be okay?" "If I didn't know any better, Huntsman, I would say you were worried." Huntsman let out one of his growls which Syntax ignored. "It just means we must have more patience when speaking with him. At three his emotions are already primitive, to not be able to properly communicate what's distressing must be very frustrating. In other words..." He lifts the plate. "We care for him as part of the family, and above all else we don't treat him like a freak in a zoo. I could be completely wrong, it is just something we will have to keep in mind."

[searidings]

hi, i just love you and your writing

can i suggest something - you are in love (taylor swift) and supercorp

i cannot listen to that song without going yeah, that's them

(also on ao3 if you prefer)

Five years from now, Kara is going to reach across the table at Noonan's and take her hand. She's going to look deep into Lena's eyes, biting her lip as her thumb rubs gentle circles into Lena's palm, and her voice will barely rise above a whisper when she asks, “When did you know?”

And when she does, five years from now, Lena will think back to this moment.

This moment, which is as close as Lena's come to happiness since she'd woken up ziptied to a chair in her brother's office. This moment which, despite the fuzzy feeling of her unbrushed teeth and the pungent aroma of burnt toast filling the air, is perfect.

Kara, bed-warm and sleep-heavy, is gazing beseechingly down at the charred remains of a slice of a bread as though if she only pouts hard enough, its edges will un-blacken and its corners will stop smoking.

“I'm so sorry,” she says as Lena rounds the screen separating Kara's bedroom from the rest of the apartment and perches herself on a barstool, tugging her borrowed sleep shorts a little lower down her thighs.

Kara's tone is mournful, her face so forlorn she looks to be one deep breath away from tears. “I wanted breakfast to be perfect, since it's your first time staying over and if it's terrible you might not want to stay again and I, I really want you to stay again, but I don't know why you would since you probably have a private chef waiting for you at home and I can’t even manage toast—”

“Kara,” Lena interrupts, biting at the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing as Kara's bottom lip trembles. “It's fine, really. I once set fire to my dorm kitchen trying to boil an egg. And besides,” she winks as blue eyes meet hers. “I like to give my personal chef the weekends off.”

Kara huffs out a relieved chuckle, her face brightening. “Oh, well, in that case,” she grins, a sparkle returning to her eyes. “I'd better feed you up before you go home. Never let it be said that I don't look after you.”

Lena can't help the smile that pulls at her as the warm bright feeling in her chest grows and grows. She tugs the sleeves of Kara's sweatshirt over her hands, fighting the urge to fidget as the blonde orders a frankly obscene amount of food from the brunch place on the corner.

She feels exposed like this, face bare and hair sleep-mussed, unshowered with unbrushed teeth, huddled inside borrowed clothes after the impromptu invitation to stay over when last night's movie marathon ran late. It's a far cry from the regimented composure she fights so hard every day to project, and something in her chest twists anxiously.

Kara is a reporter, after all, and National City really doesn't need any more reasons to hate Lena right now. The darkest corner of her mind – the one which has been waiting for the other shoe to drop, for everything to come crashing down ever since the whirlwind of Kara's too-good-to-be-true friendship had come blazing into her life – still worries that this may all be an elaborate ruse. A trap, a way to get close to her in order to assess her weaknesses, to bring her down with an inside scoop.

But in their six months of friendship, Kara's never given her any reason to believe she has any kind of ulterior motive. And despite the suspicions and anxieties hammered into her by a lifetime of hurt, Lena knows now that even if this is a trap, she'll take the bait willingly. Especially if it means Kara will keep looking at her like there might just be something in Lena that's worth her time.

"Hey,” the blonde says gently, leaning back against the counter opposite and pinning Lena with a searching look. “You okay? You kind of zoned out on me there.”

Lena jumps, blinking back into herself with a start. “Yes, sorry. I was miles away.”

The blonde only smiles, flicking on the coffee machine at her elbow. “You sleep okay?”

“Very well, thank you,” Lena answers, fighting to lessen the formality of her tone, to soften the edges her harsh childhood had sharpened into a fortress to keep the world at bay. “Your bed is surprisingly comfortable. I had a great night's sleep.”

"Perhaps the company had something to do with it,” Kara winks as she turns to pull two mugs down from the hooks at her shoulder. Lena thinks back to the smell of Kara's sheets and the soft pulls of her breathing, to the warmth of Kara's ankle against her calf and the strong fingers that had wrapped themselves in the sleeve of Lena's sweatshirt in sleep, anchoring them together. She blushes.

Kara only smirks, pouring their drinks and grabbing the milk from the fridge. “Well, the food's all ordered, it should be here soon,” she says over her shoulder, the waterfall of her golden ponytail mesmerising in the bright rays of morning light filtering in through the vaulted windows. “And you don't need to head off in a hurry, unless you have plans—?”

She glances back at Lena, who shakes her head. “Great!” she grins. “’Cause I was thinking, maybe we could check out the botanical gardens, since it's such a nice day? Oh, and there's a new bakery right across the street that I've been dying to try—”

Lena listens to the blonde's excited rambling with an endeared smile plastered to her face, feeling happy and warm and wanted with every fibre of her being. The feeling is new but so welcome she could cry, and Lena wonders – not for the first time – how she ever got so lucky.

Kara's presence in her life is like sugar in her coffee; meant only to sweeten that which has always been bitter.

Lena's always taken her coffee black. Softening the blow was never much her style.

But here, now, perched at Kara's breakfast bar with her hands wrapped around a steaming mug the blonde has brewed to perfection, sunlight streaming in and highlighting the angles and planes of Kara's face, the way she’s smiling at Lena like there's nowhere else in the world she'd rather be, she realises her reasoning is twofold.

Sugar isn't just appetising. It's addictive. And now that Lena's had a taste of sweetness, she's hooked.

In this moment, Lena knows. She's in love.

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Four years from now, Kara is going to reach across the table at Noonan's and take her hand. She's going to look deep into Lena's eyes, biting her lip as her thumb rubs gentle circles into Lena's palm, and her voice will barely rise above a whisper when she asks, “When did you know?”

And when she does, four years from now, Lena will also think back to this moment.

This moment, which may well be one of the lowest of Lena's life. And she's had some doozies.

The two bottles of wine she'd managed to mainline between Sam leaving to orchestrate damage control at L-Corp and Kara arriving and attempting to confiscate her glass have well and truly caught up to her now. She sways heavily on her stool, the room spinning. Tears sting her vision and guilt scorches her throat as she presses a hand over her eyes so she won't have to look at Kara's face anymore.

“Please, just— just, stop believing in me, okay?” she slurs, heart full to shattering with the faces of lead-poisoned children. “I am not worth it.”

She hears Kara sigh, and the room falls silent for a long long time. Lena drops her head fully into her hands, fighting the nausea that's taken root in the pit of her stomach. It could be the booze that's causing it, of course, but it could also be the incessant headlines baying for her blood, the bullet James had taken for her that she'd fully deserved, the curse of her family finally fulfilling itself.

The guilt, the worry, the crushing disappointment of the knowledge that despite her very best efforts, she'll never be anything but a monster— it's too much to feel. It's too much to bear.

So, Lena drinks.

She drains her glass. She pours another. Kara watches, silent and disapproving, fingers twitching against the granite countertop between them.

Lena finishes her glass. Splashes the last dregs of the bottle into it, blood on ice. Still Kara watches, motionless and mute. It's only when Lena's swallowed the last of the red and is lurching unsteadily to her feet to source another that she moves, a hand reaching out to encircle her wrist.

Shame ignites beneath her skin and she pushes Kara away. Snaps at her to go home, to learn to recognise a lost cause when she sees one and just give up already. Kara refuses with a stoic shake of her head, and Lena sighs.

They repeat the same routine three times en route to Sam's wine rack, the blonde shadowing her every step. Each time, Lena wobbles, head fuzzy and room spinning. Each time, Kara steadies her, and Lena flinches from her touch like her palm is a brand, snarls at her to leave, to cut her losses, to just fuck off. Each time, Kara refuses.

She eventually retrieves the wine after a number of unsuccessful attempts but overbalances on her toes, bottle slipping from her grip as she sways dangerously. And then Kara is there, glass bottle caught a split second before it can shatter, a firm arm at her waist that will not be rebuffed.

Lena struggles, shoving and protesting, but this time Kara does not give in. “Enough,” she says quietly, firmly, blue eyes burning a mere inch from Lena's own. “Lena, enough.”

Lena's unsteady legs buckle further and Kara’s basically holding her up now, walking her slowly over to the couch and she shouldn't be this strong, surely, shouldn't be lifting Lena onto the cushions quite this easily. But it's such a minor concern when weighted against the fact that Lena is personally responsible for the hospitalisation of children that her mind brushes over it, forgets it immediately.

"Please go home,” she slurs as the blonde arranges her on the couch, as she stashes the unopened wine far out of reach and sets about finding blankets and pillows in various cupboards. “Please, just— leave me alone.”

“No,” Kara says, almost snaps, glancing back over her shoulder. Partially hidden in the linen cupboard, her face is cast deep in shadow, a splinter of half-concealed truth. “I made you a promise, I gave you my word. I'm your friend, and I will protect you. Always.”

She crosses back to the couch, soft blankets and pillows held out in invitation. When Lena refuses the offering Kara sighs, draping a knitted throw over her anyway and perching on the cushions beside Lena's hip. “I'm not going to leave you, so you might as well stop asking,” she hums, softer now, a hand reaching toward her that Lena no longer possesses the strength or coordination to bat away.

Long fingers make contact with her cheek, with the mussed curls tangling in her eyelashes, and Kara sighs. “You are not your brother,” she murmurs, fingertips grazing Lena's cheekbone, sliding back to thread into the fine hair at her temple. “And you never will be. There's too much light in you to allow for that kind of darkness, so put that fear down, Lena. Let it go. Be free of it.”

Tears spring unbidden to her eyes. “I poisoned children.”

Kara tilts forward and Lena wonders if it's just that her vision has upped its spinning, but then warm lips are pressing against her forehead, soft and delicate as gossamer wings. Kara's mouth moves against her skin, breath damp and sweet and unmistakeably her. “You saved the world.”

Neither one of them moves. When Lena speaks again, the words hit the elegant hollow of Kara's throat. “I don't deserve your kindness. I don't deserve you.”

Kara's lips are still on her forehead. “I don't care.”

Lena feels as if her throat is splitting open, every last fear and hatred and worry and insecurity gushing out of her in an unstoppable stream. “I'm scared.”

“I know.” Kara's lips press once more, and then withdraw. They watch each other in the dim light from the kitchen. Lena's vision is beginning to blur at the edges. Kara's hand is still in her hair.

“You will get through this,” the blonde whispers, so earnest Lena almost manages to believe her. “We'll figure it out. Together.”

Heart in her mouth, tongue sticking behind her teeth, Lena's eyes slide closed.

The sweetness of Kara's words, her gentle touches, seep inside her like honey. She doesn't deserve it but God, she wants it. She wants to be worthy of Kara's faith in her more than she's ever wanted anything in her life. She wants Kara more than she's ever wanted anything in her life.

And it's telling, she knows, that she's just lost the trust of all of National City, that she has no way of easing those children's suffering and no way to prove that she isn't the cause of it, that she's finally living up to the Luthor name she's been running from ever since she'd learned what it truly meant and yet in this moment, with Kara's hand in her hair and the ghostly imprint of her lips on Lena's skin, none of it seems to matter.

In this moment, Lena knows. She's in love.

-

Three years from now, Kara is going to reach across the table at Noonan's and take her hand. She's going to look deep into Lena's eyes, biting her lip as her thumb rubs gentle circles into Lena's palm, and her voice will barely rise above a whisper when she asks, “When did you know?”

And when she does, three years from now, Lena will also think back to this moment.

This moment, which stands alone as an oasis of calm in the turbulent tumult of the past days, weeks, months of chaos. Lex's escape from custody, Eve Teschmacher's betrayal, James’ shooting, the Harun-El serum, the whole shitty totality of it all has been weighing Lena down like an nth metal chain around her neck.

And Kara, Kara hasn't been around. The one person who has always managed to ease Lena's suffering has deserted her when she needs her the most and it feels like she's been sliced open, cracked in two.

She tells her as much, when Kara at last comes to see her. Tells her she's missed her, tells her she needs her, all but begs her to stay. And what does Kara do? She leaves.

And when she leaves, Lena is gripped by a panic so intense she fears she may never breathe freely again. So terrified is she that Kara is gone for good, that she's forced away the best thing that's ever happened to her, that almost before she knows what's happening she finds herself at Catco with apologies dripping from her own tongue.

Anything to get Kara back. Anything to keep her.

Lena apologises. Kara apologises. Lena cries, and Kara holds her, and tells her that the decision to help her brother when he was dying of cancer doesn't make her the monster she now believes herself to be. And standing on her office balcony with Kara's fingers wrapped around her biceps, with her own tears spotting dark on Kara's blazer, Lena manages to believe her.

When she's collected herself, smoothed away the wetness coursing down her cheeks, she speaks. “I really want to help you with your investigation on Lex.”

Kara's face lights up; Lena's whole world along with it.

“I'd love that,” Kara says, voice quiet and still a little tentative in the wake of their new truce. “But first— would you, um. Would you like to have lunch with me?”

Lena blinks. “Don't you want to get started on the exposé?”

“I do. But—” Kara's face is still painted that earnest shade from earlier, when she'd smoothed her hands over Lena's shoulders and whispered you are a brilliant, kind-hearted, beautiful soul against the sensitive skin of her neck. Lena feels her cheeks heat up at the memory, at the intensity in the blue eyes still roving her face.

Kara shuffles her feet but her gaze is clear, unwavering. “But you were right. I've spent too much time recently prioritising the wrong things. So, I want to work on this exposé with you, and I want to bring your brother down. But first, I'd really just like to have lunch with my best friend.”

Lena's heart trips in her chest. “I'd like that too.”

So, that's what they do. Kara asks her to wait, which she does, idly tapping out a few emails on her phone. And then the blonde is back, far quicker than should have been possible, with her arms full of takeout bags from the café on the third floor and she's taking Lena by the hand and leading her to Cat Grant's private elevator. She presses the button for the roof and Lena's gaze jumps to her face but Kara only smiles, and squeezes her fingers. “Trust me, it'll be worth it,” she hums, her excitement infectious. “You'll be safe with me.”

And Lena believes her.

That's how she ends up sitting at the edge of Catco's roof on a clean sheet Kara had borrowed from the builders on the second floor, heels kicked off, Kara's red blazer draped around her shoulders. It is worth it, she'll admit; the view from this high is phenomenal. The sun burns bright in a cloudless sky, glinting off the glass-sided skyscrapers of the business district, the glittering waters of the bay beyond.

Kara had picked up Lena's favourite salad, some flatbreads and dips, and they drink kombucha and eat strawberries in the sunshine. They talk and they laugh and they catch up and there's no more fighting, no animosity, no megalomaniac brothers or backstabbing secretaries or worlds needing to be saved. There's only them, she and Kara, and it feels like all she will ever need.

The blonde's hands are braced behind her on the rooftop and she looks happy and carefree as she regales Lena with stories of her upstairs neighbour's antics, and Lena feels the tight knot of tension that had taken up residence in her chest begin to unfurl.

"Hey,” Kara hums, pushing up straighter as Lena licks strawberry juice from her fingertips. The motion brings them closer, their shoulders brushing. “Look up.”

Lena does. High above them, a huge murmuration of starlings whirls and swoops through the air. Thousands of birds move together as one, a vast wave cresting but never breaking against the blue canvass of sky.

“Wow,” Lena gasps, awed.

Against her side, Kara hums. “Yeah.”

They watch the birds for a long moment, captivated by the ceaseless swirling and diving. When Lena at last tears her gaze away from the sky, Kara's eyes rest intently on her face. "Here,” the blonde murmurs, reaching out. The pad of one finger makes feather-light contact with her cheek. Lena's breath catches in her chest.

Kara holds out her finger, proffering the stray eyelash she'd captured with a smile. "Make a wish,” she whispers, her fingertip an inch from Lena's mouth. Her eyes never leave Lena’s.

Lena looks from Kara's face to the eyelash, and back again. From somewhere deep inside her heart, the truth bubbles its way to the surface. “I don't need to.”

Kara smiles, a brilliant, beautiful smile, and Lena knows. The stresses and anxieties of their current crisis feel far away here, harmless as birdsong. She's meted out forgiveness, received it in return. For the first time in her adult life Lena has communicated an issue with a loved one and been heard, understood. She has admitted her own mistake without having it spell out the end of her relationship.

Lena smiles back. The weight of the world sublimates into nothing beneath the bliss of a simple picnic in the sun.

In this moment, Lena knows. She's in love.

-

Two years from now, Kara is going to reach across the table at Noonan's and take her hand. She's going to look deep into Lena's eyes, biting her lip as her thumb rubs gentle circles into Lena's palm, and her voice will barely rise above a whisper when she asks, “When did you know?”

And when she does, two years from now, Lena will think back to this moment.

This moment, which has sapped the both of them to the bone. Another fight, another screaming match, another quick-fire back and forth of accusations and recriminations. Another night of cursing and crying and choking on all the things they never said before this, on all the things they can't now that Kara's secret has detonated in the shrinking space between them like a nuclear bomb.

Another round of bloodshed, and for what?

Lena sags against the arm of the couch, exhausted. Her face is hot, scratchy with salt from the tears still drying on her skin. She's dehydrated, probably, and half hoarse from shouting, tongue blistered with the bitter sting of betrayal.

Across the no man's land of her living room, Kara slumps against the floor-length windows, drops her temple to the cool glass. She's breathing heavily, cheeks wet, posture battered and eyes dark-bruised beneath the force of Lena's wrath. As Lena watches, her eyes slide closed.

It's been three months since Lena found out. Three weeks since Kara found out that Lena had found out.

Every night since, they've done this. Every night, Kara has shown up on her balcony and begged, pleaded, apologised, cajoled, defended, rebuffed, and sobbed. Every night, Lena has unleashed the hollow agony of Kara's deception masquerading as anger in her chest, incinerating the both of them in the fires of her desolation.

She would have expected the wounds to have cauterised by now. To feel some kind of release, the relief of catharsis. Or at least, to have expended some of her fury after all this time.

She hasn't.

They've been at this for three hours already this evening, and gotten nowhere. Kara's skin is pale above that fucking supersuit, face drawn and complexion sallow.

Lena knows how she feels. The singular exhaustion that is her rift with Kara has sapped her in every way imaginable. She can't sleep. She barely eats. She's no longer interested in work, research, friends. There's nothing in her life that isn't tainted by the shadow of the lies her best friend told and kept telling, every day for four years. Lena doesn't know how any amount of screaming and crying is ever going to get them past that.

Across the room, Kara sighs. It might be the saddest sound Lena has ever heard.

“Should we keep doing this?” she asks after an interminable silence, voice rough with tears still building. Her eyes are still closed.

Lena manages, with exorbitant effort, to raise her drooping head. “What?”

“Is there a point to all this?” Kara asks quietly, hunched body sliding a little further down the glass. "The explanations, the fighting?”

Blue eyes blink open. The weight of the sadness in them is unbearable. Lena struggles to find it within herself to care.

“Lying to you about who I am is the single biggest mistake I have ever made, and if it will make even one single shred of difference I will apologise to you every day for as long as I live,” Kara says into the aching chasm between them. “But I can't keep doing this. Not if it won't change anything. I can't— I don't want to keep hurting you.”

An hour ago, Lena would have scoffed at a sentiment like that. Would have parried back with some piercingly dry comment about how the blonde should have thought about that before she decided to betray Lena's trust as soundly as she possibly could.

Now, though— now, she's just too tired.

“So, should we keep doing this?” Kara whispers, throat working. “Or— God, Lena. Should we just— should we give up?”

Green eyes meet blue, two shattered hearts haemorrhaging between them. “Is that what you want?”

“No.” Kara's voice is loud, fiercely determined in the face of Lena's hesitant whisper. “God, no. Never. I don't ever want to give up on you, Lena. I don't ever want to give you up.”

Kara straightens then, with a strength Lena cannot imagine mustering herself. Perks of being a superhero, she supposes. Perks of being Kryptonian. The thought stakes another shard of ice through her bleeding heart.

“But I know that I've spent four years calling the shots for both of us by keeping you in the dark,” Kara continues. “I've taken away your agency. I've taken away your choice. I won't do that again.”

She sucks in a deep breath, a little of Supergirl's regality seeping back into the defeated slump of her shoulders. “So, I'm doing what I should have done from the start. I'm being honest with you, and hoping that you'll be honest back. I'm asking what you want.”

Kara's fingers twist anxiously before her, bottom lip bleaching white beneath the nervous pressure of her teeth. “Do you think we should keep doing this? Or do you— fuck.” Her voice cracks, the tears brimming in her eyes once again breaking free. “Do you want to give up?”

Jesus Christ. Lena never knew that the prospect of doing the right thing could hurt so much.

“Fuck,” she mutters as she kneads her knuckles over her closed eyelids, digging in until white lights starburst across her vision. “Fuck, Kara.”

“I know,” the blonde whispers from across the room, brittle and broken. “I know. I'm sorry.”

Lena slows her assault on her own eyelids, pinching thumb and forefinger hard at the bridge of her nose instead. “I want to give up,” she mutters, and in the taut silence between them she hears the blonde gasp, watery and thick.

Lena blinks open her eyes to find Kara's face crumpling, every facet of her seeming to fold in on itself even as she visibly fights to keep herself upright.

Lena sighs, and hates Kara, and hates herself even more. “I want to, but— I can't.” She sucks in a ragged breath, hating the truth that's just fallen from her lips, hating the lies that had necessitated it. Hating everything and everyone and most of all, hating just how much she's hurting. “I can't give this up.”

The tiniest spark of hope flares to life in Kara's eyes. Lena hates that she notices, hates that she cares, hates that the sight eases the tight knot of devastation clawing at her ribcage just the tiniest bit.

She also knows that this was inevitable. She knows that, though she hates Kara, though she's nowhere close to forgiving her, though she has no idea how they can rebuild from here or even if she truly wants to try, a question like Kara's could only ever have one answer.

In this moment, Lena knows. She's in love.

-

One year from now, Kara is going to reach across the table at Noonan's and take her hand. She's going to look deep into Lena's eyes, biting her lip as her thumb rubs gentle circles into Lena's palm, and her voice will barely rise above a whisper when she asks, “When did you know?”

And when she does, one year from now, Lena will also think back to this moment.

This moment, which is barely even a moment at all. It's more like a dream, warm and faded and fogged in darkness, seconds stolen when sleep should have long since claimed them.

Kara's nightmare had woken them both. In the month since they'd pulled her out of the Phantom Zone, she hadn't slept alone once. Often, she stays with Alex, curling into her sister's side the way she would when they were just kids after one too many late-night horror movies. Once, she stays with Nia, tucked up snug in a borrowed pair of puppy print pyjamas.

Mostly, she stays with Lena. It's natural and unspoken and easy as breathing, the way Kara will show up at her place after a Supergirl save or Lena will let herself into the blonde's apartment after a late night in the lab. They cook dinner and watch Celebrity Masterchef and brush their teeth elbow to elbow at the bathroom sink and when Kara is inevitably tugged screaming and sobbing from her night terrors, the way she presses her face to Lena's neck and her hand over Lena's heart is natural and unspoken and easy as breathing, too.

Kara's racing pulse has calmed a little, her grip on Lena's body beneath her losing some of its urgent desperation. After a long moment of Lena's hand stroking her hair, of gentle reassurances and lips pressed to her temple the blonde pulls back, just enough to rest her head on the pillow facing her.

In the dim light filtering in through the bedroom window Kara's pupils are blown, her face solemn. There's something in her heavy gaze that Lena can't identify; something weighted and potent that prickles goosebumps up the length of her spine.

"Feeling better?” she whispers into the inch of warm air between them, reaching out to tuck a sweat-matted curl reverently behind the blonde's ear.

Kara catches her retreating hand and holds tight, twining their fingers together on the narrow swathe of pillow between them. If either of them were to move so much as a millimetre, their clasped hands would press against their lips.

The blonde nods and sure enough, the soft heat of her mouth brushes the back of Lena's knuckles. She shivers.

Kara is still watching her, the intensity of her gaze causing Lena's heart to thud hard in her throat. She squeezes lightly at the fingers threaded through her own. “What?”

A pause, heavy and sweet as overripe fruit. Kara blinks once, slow. “You're my best friend.”

Lena swallows down a sudden swell of emotion. The blonde nudges closer and when she speaks, the wet seam of her lips catches on the angle of Lena's bent knuckles, painting her skin with the words.

“You're the most important person in the world to me,” Kara whispers, breaths skating fire-flashes across Lena's fingers, voice muffling out past the mouth pressed to her skin. “You know that, right?”

Lena's voice deserts her in the wake of the quiet words. She leans forward instead, presses her lips to Kara's fingertips where they rest against the back of her own hand. It's answer enough.

She hears Kara's breath catch, feels the disruption mirrored in her own chest. Both their mouths are pressed to the joined hands clasped between them. If they were to move their fingers down even just a fraction, there would be nothing separating their lips but a promise, a prayer.

Kara's eyelashes flutter in the semi-darkness. The tip of her nose brushes Lena's own. Neither one of them moves their hands.

They only gaze at one another a long moment, and Lena wonders if the blonde is memorising the planes of her face the way she's memorising Kara's. She could look at her forever, be happy here with her forever, and in this moment, Lena knows. She's in love.

For the first time, she wonders if she might not be the only one.

-

Right now, Kara is reaching across the table at Noonan's and taking Lena's hand.

It's been three weeks since they'd taken down Lex for the last time. Three weeks since Kara had stormed into the Tower's med bay to cup Lena's bloody, bruised face in her hands; since she'd brushed her thumbs feather-light over Lena's split eyebrow and purpling jaw and growled don't you ever scare me like that again. Three weeks since she'd leaned in and pressed her lips to Lena's.

It's been two weeks and six days since Lena, confined to a gurney but utterly uncaring thanks to the warm Kryptonian curled against her side, had pressed her aching face to Kara's shoulder and first whispered that she loved her. Two weeks and six days since Kara had first said it back.

It's been two weeks and five and a half days since Nia had walked in on Lena in Kara's arms, lips pressed to her neck and hands wandering beneath her sweatshirt, and promptly shrieked the place down. Since their friends had exchanged pointed glances and relieved sighs and congratulated them on finally making it official, their expressions ranging from overjoyed to exasperated to plain exhausted.

It's been two weeks and four days of she and Kara dating; of morning kisses and shared showers and the perfect partner at game night and all of Lena's wildest dreams coming true.

It's been less than a minute since Kara had admitted, hushed and wondering, that she'd known she was in love with Lena ever since she'd found herself suddenly prepared to poison National City's entire water supply rather than let Lena fall. That she hadn't been able to fully it admit it to herself until she'd found herself suddenly prepared to alter the course of all of history in order to get Lena back.

And right now, Kara is reaching across the table at Noonan's and taking her hand. She's looking deep into Lena's eyes, biting her lip as her thumb rubs gentle circles into Lena's palm, and her voice barely rises above a whisper when she asks, “When did you know?”

And now that she has, Lena is sure of her answer.

The highlight reel of her relationship with Kara lays itself at Lena's feet, each precious memory between them stretching out like a roadmap of her growing affection, with every hard-won step leading her right to this moment.

And in this moment, Lena knows. She's in love with Kara. Really, she always has been.

[m-jelly]

Hi Jelly! You can call me soul anon, cuz I intend to make some more requests and they all have to do with soulmates AU, cause I just love them so much! And tell me what you think about them and if you're okay with the requests 😊

Okay so what about an AU where, when you become 10 years old, you can choose to hurt your soulmate... wait let me explain... basically every time (since you're 10) you feel pain, you can kinda "select" to ease your pain or not (and it appears just like that, no mentions to soulmate). And when you decide to transfer a part of the pain, it goes to your soulmate in the type of a scar, and it cuts your body leaving the name of the person marked on your skin.

So, with that AU stablished, a young Levi who doesn't know about soulmates and just repeatedly decides to ease his pain, and people only tell him when he's way older but he decides to himself maybe he didn't had a soulmate because he didn't had any letters on his body, but reader is just really nice and doesn't want him to feel pain. And so one day, they call him to the infirmary because there's this girl, unconscious, with his full name multiple times scarred in her skin.

Hello, lovely soul anon! I'm excited about soulmate things :D

This is such a beautiful concept! Thank you for sending it. I'm happy to explore this and I hope I make your idea come to life the way you wanted <3

Forgive me and let me adore you.

Pairing: Levi x Reader.

Genre and tags: Alternative AU, Modern?, romance, soulmates, falling in love, angst, happy ending.

Concept: Levi keeps sending his pain away to his soulmate over the years. He doesn't think he has one, but his pain keeps being sent away. Levi and you have a nice friendship when you meet as adults, but you keep your distance. Levi has always had a strong crush on you but never acted on it. He also notices that you cover up your body too. You then start looking a little sick around him, then you disappear. After a few days, he's contacted and asked to go to the hospital because there's a woman there covered in his name.

"Take my pain." Levi said this over and over in his life since he was ten. He kept sending his pain away. He didn't think he had a soulmate, but he thought he had a free ticket to send his pain away. He didn't care because he believed no one would ever want to be his soulmate.

Levi moved into the role of a detective, which meant more pain and hurt. The plus side of his job was meeting you. You were this little beacon of light in his dark and twisted world. You just appeared one day at the station with tea and cakes. You were thanking the cops for saving your little cafe. Just that little encounter got him hooked on you.

He entered your cute and warm cafe, then fussed your cute black cat curled up in his bed on the counter. "Hey, Reginald."

You walked out of your kitchen and gasped. "Levi, hello."

"Hey."

"I'll get your usual."

He watched you work, then fussed your cat more and smiled when he rolled onto his back and stretched his legs. "You have a very cute and cuddly cat, so why the name?"

You hummed a laugh. "Because he's a distinguished gentleman. Look at his bowtie."

Levi adjusted Reginald's little bowtie. "It's perfect on him."

You handed over the tea and food. "He's a good handsome lad."

Levi nodded, then noticed a bandage on your forearm. "What happened?"

You looked at it and smiled. You needed to lie to him. "Kitchens are dangerous. I burned my arm on the roof of the oven. I was rushing and I shouldn't have. I'll be okay." You walked around the counter and checked him over. You slid your hands over his body as he blushed. "What about you? Are you okay? Anything wrong?"

He blushed harder. "I-I'm fine. I send it all away. I don't think I have a soulmate because they never send me their pain."

You smiled a little at them. "Maybe they want you to have a good safe life. Maybe they can take all your pain because they love you so much."

He hummed a little. "Doubtful. I'm not a lovable guy."

"You're better than you think."

He smiled sweetly at you. "Thank you." He blushed. "I should get going."

You smiled brightly at him. "Good luck today! You can do it!"

His heart fluttered in his chest at your encouraging words. "Thank you."

On a raid of a house, Levi was shot in the shoulder by a druggie. He sent his pain to his soulmate and stopped the man. After recovering a little, he visited you in your cafe to see you looked pained, tired and you were sat down in a seat mixing tea as your assistant did the moving about.

Levi hurried over to you and said your name as he felt panic. "What happened!? Are you okay?"

You smiled sweetly at him. "Levi, hello. I'm just fine. I fell over at work, but I'm okay now. I'm just healing and fighting off a cold."

He crouched in front of you. "You should be at home resting, not here working."

You ruffled his soft raven locks. "Kind of you to worry about me, but really I am perfectly well."

He sighed and shook his head. "You really are tough as nails, huh?"

"I do my best." You stood up carefully as your body shook. "Can I get you your usual?"

"Brat..."

You started making his tea and got a cake for him. "It's alright." You got everything for him, then handed it over. "How have you been? Your work okay?"

He took everything for you and put it down, then helped you to your chair. "It's going fine, but that's not important right now."

You sat and smiled at him. "It is. I want to know that you're okay."

"You're too kind to me."

You lightly touched his cheek. "Because you deserve kindness."

He smiled a little. "Thank you. I'm a lucky man to have you in my life. I've never met anyone as kind and sweet as you."

"Eat up and drink. You need your strength."

Levi leaned against the counter and drank his tea. "Aren't you warm in those clothes? You're so wrapped up."

You blushed a little. "I'm naturally cold. Must be low blood pressure or something."

He knelt in front of you and took your hands. "Oh, you're right. You're so cold."

"It's okay. I'm used to it." You cupped his face and inspected. "You've not been sleeping well. You should take better care of yourself."

"I will."

You lightly touched the bag under one of his eyes. "Poor Levi. I worry so much about you."

He leaned into your touch. "Thank you for caring." He winced at his phone. He pulled it out and checked. "I should head out. Thank you for treating me."

You waved to him. "Have a good day!"

Levi went to work and had another incident where he got hurt, he sent the pain away yet again. He got sloppy with how he worked because he knew he could send it away. He stopped caring so much. He went to your cafe and you weren't there. He kept coming back, but you weren't there when he went. He started to get worried. His worries paused for a moment when he got a phone call asking him to come to the hospital because a woman was unconscious with his name all over her.

He arrived and met with the doctor. "I have a soulmate? I didn't think I had one."

"Well, you do and she's covered in your name. I've never seen it this bad."

Levi felt awful. "Will...will she get better?"

She nodded. "She will, she just can't take any more pain right now. So, no more sending pain to her for at least a year."

He nibbled his lip. "Sure. I promise."

"I'll take you to her." She walked with Levi, then opened the room door. "I hope you don't mind cats. Her friend brought in her cat to stay with her."

Levi frowned a little. "Cat?" He stepped in and felt his stomach drop at seeing you lying in bed and his name over every inch of you. He walked closer and remembered you smiling and saying you burned yourself at work, but right, where you said the burn was located, was his name. "Fuck...I didn't know she was..."

"You know her?"

Levi nodded and walked right up to you and took your hand. "I do. Thank you for calling me. I'll stay with her and fix this." He stayed by your side for hours just waiting for you to wake again so he could say he was sorry. As soon as you started waking up he squeezed your hand between his. "I'm so sorry! I'm so fucking sorry!"

You opened your eyes, then smiled at Levi. "Levi. Are you okay? Are you feeling alright? Did you get hurt?"

He looked at you with pain in his eyes. "Why are you asking me all that? You're the one in the hospital."

"Because I worry about you. If you have pain, just send it to me. I can take it."

He shook his head. "No, no I'm not ever doing that again. The doctor said you can't take anymore right now. I don't want to hurt you, not you, anyone but you."

You lightly touched his cheek. "But I hate seeing you hurt and in pain, so give me your pain."

He held both of your hands. "Give me your pain."

"No."

He cupped your face. "Give me your pain. Please. I'm begging you. I can take it."

You let the tears flow. "I can't hurt you."

He tapped his forehead against yours. "I can take it. Let me take some of your pain. Please."

You sniffed and shook under him. "Le-Levi, take my pain." You gasped when you felt relief. "Levi?"

He grunted at feeling something cutting his skin. He looked at the back of his wrist on his right arm to see your name written there. "Did it work? Do you feel better?"

You sat up and hugged Levi. "I'm sorry."

He held you tightly. "Tch, damn it brat. It's just once you've given me your pain."

"Don't make me do it again."

He rubbed your back. "I won't." He kissed your forehead. "I love you."

You welled up and smiled in pure happiness. "I love you too."

He lay on your bed and held you against him. "I'm never letting you go. I'm going to love you endlessly. I'm going to shower you with the love you deserve. I'm going to worship you and look after you."

You whined as you held him. "Levi. I want to be with you, always."

"I want to be with you too. You're mine now."

[wandaromanova]

Lost

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Warnings: mentions of cancer, death, cussing

A/N: hello! i’d like to put a disclaimer that i am not in any way knowledgeable of the medical field and all of the terminology and information used in this fic was found through research! happy reading <3

anon requested: hiiiii !! can i request like an angst into fluff natxfem!reader one shot where the reader has a really bad day and takes it out on nat and hurts her feelings and so they go to bed angry. but the reader realizes their mistake and the next morning just wakes her up by showering her with love and then takes the whole day to do cute little date things with her? like making her favorite meal or like dancing in the kitchen to their favorite song late at night or just super fluffy things? if not, that’s okay!! have a good day <3

Summary: The heavy weight of her profession gets to Y/N and she takes her anger out on her loving girlfriend; Natasha Romanoff.

Word Count: 3K | navigation

please do not repost or try and take ownership of my work. reblogs, likes, and comments are always welcome. <3

Becoming a doctor was no easy feat.

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Once high school is completed, one must receive your bachelor’s degree before taking the MCAT exam and applying to medical school. After four years of medical school, you must endure a year as an intern before being promoted to a resident. 

Depending on what specialty one has selected, residency can span from three to seven years. Fellowships follow after but are typically an optional course that provides extra training. 

Yes, there are a lot of necessary steps to take in order to set foot into the medical world, but somehow, the years of foreplay could never compare to being a full-fledged physician; and you knew this all too well.

You are a pediatric oncologist and your job was to diagnose and provide treatment to children and teenagers who had cancer. You specialized in hematology; the treatment of blood disorders.

You were the head of pediatric oncology in a Manhattan hospital. You dealt with a lot of patients, but a two-year-old little girl named Sarah was secretly your favorite. 

Despite being diagnosed with acute myeloid leukemia, Sarah’s positivity and playful personality never faltered.

Even if she didn’t understand the circumstances because of her young age, you knew she was suffering. Regardless of it all, every session you had with her was endearing.

You met with the child once a week to administer chemotherapy. Her enthusiasm never failed to have you awestruck. Most of your patients were exhausted from the treatments, but not Sarah. 

She was a hyper child who would attempt to sing Frozen songs, performing as you tried to fight a smile from taking over your features. She had a stuffed Olaf doll that she brought with her to every visit and it was heartwarming to see her hug the doll close to her chest. 

Sarah would even bring you drawings every week that you would keep in your locker. You’d admire each and every one of the drawings, even if you couldn’t really tell what they were.

You’d grown fond of the little girl in the past two months you had been treating her. You were also relatively close to her parents, who were probably the kindest people you’ve ever encountered. It made sense that Sarah was the ball of sunshine she was, she obviously got it from her parents.

Most times, parents were on edge and extremely short-tempered. If parents saw you often, that meant that their child was diagnosed with some form of cancer. Understandably, they would be rather hostile whilst interacting with you, but you never took their behavior personally. 

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If you were in their shoes, you were positive that you wouldn’t be very friendly either. 

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You had grown fond of the beaming child. You were aware that growing emotionally attached to patients was unprofessional, but how could you not? 

You adored children and for that very reason, you had chosen a specialty that allowed you to help kids as much as medicine would allow. You always had a soft spot for kids and you found joy in helping them as best as you possibly could.

Sarah had a very good chance at pulling through. With consistent treatment and her young age, her survival rate was around 68%. Those were considerably good odds in these circumstances. Not to mention, the chemotherapy seemed to be paying off. At the rate she was improving, she was predicted to be out of the woods soon enough.

However, the child had developed a bacterial infection. Since she had been receiving chemotherapy, the treatment had damaged her white blood cells which are responsible for fighting off infections. 

All you could do was provide antibiotics to try and fight off the infection. You had monitored her for some time in hopes of seeing any sign of improvement, but unfortunately, it wasn’t enough. Her immune system was extremely vulnerable and there wasn’t any way to reverse the damage. 

Your heart was torn to pieces when you delivered the news to her parents. They broke down in the hallway outside of Sarah’s room as you informed them of Sarah’s rapidly shortened life expectancy. It was only a matter of time before the young child would pass and honestly, this was what you hated most about your job.

You hated that you couldn’t help every single patient. You hated how cruel the world could be to take away an innocent child from their loving parents. 

You allowed her parents to spend time by her bedside. They laid on either side of her bed, clinging onto her for dear life. What broke you the most was the paleness of Sarah’s once glowing skin. Her smile was still present but didn’t quite reach her eyes like it used to. 

Her parents quietly sang ‘Love Is An Open Door’ to Sarah. You felt your heart clench in a bittersweet way as you silently watched. Normally, Sarah wouldn’t hesitate to join in, but her lack of breath prevented her from doing so. All she could do was close her eyes and lightly nod her head along to their voices. 

Sarah passed hours later and it was an extremely somber experience. Hearing the cries of parents who lost their children wasn’t easy and it never would be. Your job had its pros and cons, and this was the biggest negative.

You fought back your own tears as you exited the room, giving the two mourning parents some privacy after you recorded Sarah’s time of death. You found the nearest restroom and allowed the tears to fall down your face. 

A pure soul had been ripped away from the world, never having the chance to experience the great things life had to offer.

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4 Hours Later

You trudged into your loft, immediately taking off your coat and hanging it up before tossing your keys on the small table by the front door. 

Your girlfriend, Natasha, had heard your arrival and quickly exited the bedroom to greet you, a wide smile on her face. However, her smile fell when she noticed your defeated state. 

Your shoulders were slumped as you slouched slightly and your eyes were dripping with sadness. 

“Honey? What’s wrong?” Natasha approached you while you stood frozen in front of the door. Her hands came up to cup your cheeks as she stared at you in concern, her eyes scanning over your features. 

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“I lost Sarah.” 

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Natasha’s eyes widened and her heart sunk at your words. She was aware of how much you adored the two-year-old. Once a week, you would rave about the child and how adorable she was at the dinner table. You would go on and on about how Sarah would sing to you, draw pictures for you, and bring along stickers to place onto your coat.

The redhead loved how happy you looked whenever you spoke about any of your patients, but most especially Sarah. It brought Natasha some joy of her own to see you speak animatedly about Sarah; your happiness was her happiness. 

So, the news hurt her almost as much as it hurt her. She knew how much you loved Sarah, despite never saying it straight out.

“Oh my god. I’m so sorry. I know how much you cared about her. Are you okay?” Natasha’s voice was oozing with sympathy. You couldn’t help but feel irritated by her question. 

You tore her hands off of your cheeks and walked past her and into the kitchen, pouring yourself a glass of water as the redhead watched you intently. 

“Am I okay? I’m fine! It’s not like I lost an extremely young patient today or anything. What kind of stupid fucking question is that, Natasha?” You took a sip of cold water to try and calm yourself damn, but your attempt was futile. 

The redhead made her way into the kitchen, standing on the opposite side of the island as you took another sip of water, eyes burning a hole into her head over the rim of the glass. 

“I know, that was a dumb question. I just want to help you, Y/N/N.” Natasha remained calm and patient as she spoke to you. She was no stranger to the loss of a person she desperately tried to save and knew all too well the sadness and anger that accompanied the tragedy. She was an Avenger, after all. 

“I don’t want your help and I don’t need you!” You slammed your cup onto the counter as you raised your voice. Honestly, it was surprising that you hadn’t shattered the glass with the amount of force you exerted. 

Natasha felt an ache in her chest as you yelled at her. She knew that you weren’t in the right state of mind and didn’t take it personally, but that didn’t make your words hurt any less. 

“You save entire cities and I can’t even save a single fucking person!” You were turning red at this point, tears of frustration streaming down your face. The redhead hated seeing you cry, but she knew better than to approach you at this moment. 

“Babe, you save so many pe-” Natasha’s tried to speak, but you quickly interjected. 

“If you’re going to try and spew some philosophical bullshit to me right now, I don’t want to hear it. I don’t want to hear another god damn word from your mouth.”

The redhead looked down defeatedly. She had never seen you so upset, let alone direct your frustrations towards her. Her eyes fell down to the marble counter between you both before looking up at you. You were breathing heavily, your chest rising and falling rapidly as you tried to catch your breath. 

Without another word, Natasha retreated back to the bedroom, shutting the door softly behind her. You watched her until she was out of your view and let out a sigh. Your hands gripped the edges of the kitchen island, supporting your weight as you shut your eyes. 

You brought a hand up to your face and pinched the bridge of your nose. After a few minutes, you made your way into the living room, chucking off your shoes before collapsing onto the couch. You didn’t feel like interacting with Natasha anymore tonight, knowing that you most likely wouldn’t be able to control your temper. 

You were just so fed up with the painful losses you had to endure from your profession. 

You knew that being a doctor was more dark clouds and thunder, than sunshine and rainbows, but you just wished that for once, the weather forecast would work in your favor. 

The emotional day had finally caught up to you. Your body relaxed as you sunk further into the couch, eyes fluttering shut as you succumbed to a much-needed slumber. 

Unbeknownst to you, Natasha was still awake. She laid flat on her back and stared up at the ceiling in thought. She was mad at you, as much as she didn’t want to be. Natasha had gone through the same thing and never lost her cool with you as you had with her. 

The redhead calmed down slowly, turning on her side and facing the empty space beside her which you normally occupied. She reached one arm out, her skin colliding with cool sheets, already missing the warmth of your body. 

Natasha hated sleeping without you by her side, She didn’t feel complete when you weren’t steadily sleeping next to her, your arms wrapped around her body. However, she hoped that things would improve in the morning.

And with that thought in mind, she drifted off into a dreamless sleep, clutching the sheets firmly in her hand. 

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 The Next Morning

You awoke to a blinding light, the morning sun shining through the windows and landing directly onto your face. You let out a groan and slowly sat up, stretching out your limbs with a groan. The couch wasn’t the most comfortable place to sleep, you were aching everywhere. 

You sat there for a moment as the events of the day before caught up to you. Not only had you lost Sarah, but you upset Natasha. You immediately felt guilty as you recalled the harsh words you spat at her in a fit of rage. You felt like a complete asshole, and rightfully so. 

You quickly stood up and entered the kitchen, retrieving some bacon from the freezer and eggs from the refrigerator. You grabbed two separate pans and washed your hands, making sure to get the coffee pot running before you began cooking.

Your girlfriend absolutely loved bacon, eggs, and coffee. She described the combinations as a ‘party in her mouth.’ So, this was going to be an ‘i’m sorry for being a bitch last night’ apology breakfast. 

You got started on the meal and by the time you finished up and had the stove off, Natasha stalked out of the bedroom slowly. She eyed you carefully as she approached, you sent a soft smile her way.

“You made breakfast,” Natasha spoke and you shyly nodded your head. You moved away from the stove and rounded the counter. The redhead stood in her spot as you wrapped your arms around her waist, her arms reflexively going around your neck.

“I was an asshole last night.” You stated and your girlfriend nodded her head in agreement. “Yeah, you were a total pain in the ass, the absolute worst.” You rolled your eyes at Natasha’s teasing tone.

“I’m sorry for how I behaved. I was just so upset about… Sarah. I didn’t mean to take it out on you and I can’t even begin to tell you how bad I feel for yelling at you when all you wanted to do was help me.”

Your voice was full of emotion, your eyes boring into her emerald irises as you poured your heart into every syllable you uttered. Natasha smile gently at you, her fingers lightly tugging on the baby hairs on the nape of your neck. 

“It’s okay. I know you weren’t mad at me.” You let out a sigh of relief as the redhead stared at you softly. She let out a small chuckle at your dramatics before continuing.

‘I understand how you feel. The team and I, we try our very best to save as many civilians as we can, but sometimes it’s completely out of our control. It’s the exact same situation.” 

One of Natasha’s hands found its way to your cheek, gently cupping the skin as you leaned into her touch. You were listening intently to her every word, mesmerized by the calming rasp of her voice.

“Don’t dwell on what you couldn’t do, but give yourself some credit for everything you did do. I may not know what happened, but what I do know is that you tried everything you could, no?”

Natasha questioned you and you nodded your head. “I gave her antibiotics to fight the infection, but it was too severe.” The redhead rubbed her thumb against your cheek. 

“All that matters is that you did your best and that’s all anyone could ever ask for.” Natasha ended her little speech as she placed a soft kiss on the tip of your nose. You couldn’t help but smile, an overwhelming feeling of happiness taking over. 

“Thank you. I love you and your… what was it?” You furrowed your eyebrows in concentration before your face lit up. Natasha raised an eyebrow at you. “Philosophical bullshit. That was the words.” The Russian let out a laugh, shaking her head from side to side at your antics. 

“Seriously though, I’m so grateful for you. You’re so amazing to me even when I don’t deserve it. I don’t know what I’d do without you.” Natasha’s laughter died down as your tone turned serious. Your eyes were so full of love and adoration as you stared into her eyes deeply. 

“Well, let’s hope you never have to find out.” Natasha smiled once more and you couldn’t resist pressing your lips against her plump ones. Your mouths moved in tandem at a slow pace, enjoying the rawness and love that accompanied each movement. 

You broke the kiss when air became an issue. Nat’s eyes fluttered open as you wiggled your eyebrows at her playfully. 

“So, are you ready for some breakfast? Maybe after we eat, we can go on top of a rooftop and I’ll serenade you with a rendition of ‘Sorry’ by Justin Bieber.”

Natasha’s head flew back as she laughed uncontrollably at your words. “What? Do you not like the Biebs? If you want, I could play ‘Baby Come Back’ by Player from a boombox and hold it over my head, instead.” The redhead continued to laugh profusely and you soon joined in. Your arms tightened around her waist as your giggles subsided. 

“I think cuddling on the couch and watching the Kardashians eating ridiculously large bowls of salad will do.” You nodded your head in agreement but didn’t make a move to release Natasha from your grip. She didn’t let go either. 

The two of you just stood there, basking in each other’s embrace, a comfortable silence falling over you both. 

Natasha never failed to say the right things to pull you out of the dark abyss that was your mind. She was completely right, as always. There would always be bad days, patients who were progressing one day and deteriorating the next. 

However, there were also good days, and you shouldn’t allow the bad to overshadow all the good you’ve done. Like with Natasha, she wasn’t always the superhero she is today. She took her dark past and turned it into a bright future. 

Nat didn’t let her bad days define her and neither should you.

Of course, you would always remember every single patient you had lost, but now, you would take the pain and turn it into motivation; motivation to improve yourself, not only in your professional life but in your personal life as well. 

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You would do right by the ones you’ve lost and the one who stuck by your side; Natasha Romanoff. 

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Part Eighteen. The Package.

warnings: swearing word count: 4.3k (not including pictures)

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As expected, Y/n’s appearance on Quackity’s stream had caused a panic on Twitter, half of their fans screaming about how cute Bugity was, the other half defending Dreamsy with their lives. It was all very amusing to Y/n, knowing nothing could ever happen between her and Quackity and that neither of them actually had feelings for each other. 

It seemed certain people thought otherwise. 

Dream, the confident and bold man that he usually was, had once again gone quiet towards her. Though it had only been a couple of days, they hardly talked after the stream and had little contact since then, which was very unusual for the two, who normally FaceTimed at least once a day since he showed her his face. 

The weirdest part was he hadn’t Tweeted any jokes about Quackity being too short for her or how Dream was her self-proclaimed Minecraft husband. Maybe he was just busy or tired, but she had a suspicion that it was because she and Quackity had succeeded in making Dream jealous, and she didn’t like it. 

Unlike last time, Y/n knew to confront him about it and work it out before whatever was going on became a bigger issue. She couldn’t deal with him being weird around her again and she had a feeling that he couldn’t either. Even if he was just busy, she wanted to make sure nothing was wrong.

After sending a text to Dream to see if he was busy, Y/n was startled by her front door opening.

“Y/n!” Karl shouted as he ran in, hands full of as many white, plastic bags as possible without dropping or tearing any, though there were a few bags on his right arm that looked like they were about to give. “My beloved!” 

“Karl!” she said back in a slight panic, not expecting him to burst into her house so abruptly. Naomi followed behind him with a few bags in her hands, kicking off her shoes by the entrance and dumping her keys next to them. The two friends set their new purchases on the kitchen counters and Y/n made her way to them to sit at the counter. “Enjoy your trip?”

“Oh for sure,” Naomi nodded sarcastically, unbagging a few items. “Grocery shopping with this one is always sooo fun.” 

Y/n laughed as Karl perked up like he remembered something and dug through a few of the bags Naomi was sorting through. “LOOK WHAT WE BOUGHT!” 

“Uh… cereal?” she guessed, eyeing the brown box her best friend held up proudly.

“Dude, it’s Cocoa Krispies!” he clarified. “I forgot these exist! I’m so excited, it’ll be like eating childhood.” 

Naomi rolled her eyes fondly at his antics before turning to Y/n. “Any word from Dream?” 

She shook her head. “But I only just texted him.” 

“What about Dream?” Karl asked softly, worry in his eyes as he looked between the two girls. “Did something happen? Besides, you know, you showing him your face.” 

Y/n groaned. “I’m never going to hear the end of this. I’m sorry you found out from a stream and I’m sorry I didn’t tell you first. It just happened so fast.” 

“As long as I’m the first person you tell when you inevitably start dating.”

“Oh, like you tell me anything, Mr. I’m-Obviously-Texting-Someone-Cute-Because-I-Never-Stop-Giggling-At-My-Phone-But-Haven’t-Mentioned-Anything-To-My-Best-Friend,” Y/n accused, lifting her hands to put air quotes around the last two words. Karl turned bright red and Y/n raised her eyebrows as his phone buzzed on the counter, his eyes darting to it before looking at Y/n with a bashful smile, face still glowing. “Yeah, I thought so.”

Karl sputtered out some attempt of an excuse as he grabbed the ends of his green hoodie in his hands before giving up and huffing. “Okay, and? I only keep things from you because you keep things from me!” he said with a laugh.

“Lie,” Naomi cut in. “We know you've been texting someone for a while. We just respect your privacy about relationships, but we’ve definitely noticed.” 

“I'm private about relationships?” Karl laughed. “Says you!” 

“I'll tell you anything you want to know as long as you don't share it with fans,” Naomi challenged, crossing her arms and looking at Karl pointedly, as if asking him to test her.

Karl dropped his hands and paused before genuinely asking, “Are you guys dating dating?”

“We’re waiting until we meet to see how it goes,” she answered. “Your turn! Is it the camera girl at work that you mentioned a few months ago?” 

“Anyways!!” Karl dragged out the word loudly, pretending to not hear Naomi's question or either of the girl’s laughter. “What about Dream?” he tried redirecting the conversation and luckily for him, Y/n didn’t mind. 

“Well, I kinda....” she took a deep breath as she started helping Naomi put groceries away. “I really want to... I think, well, I know—”

“She decided to tell him she likes him,” Naomi answered for her, receiving a glare from the taller girl. “What? You were taking too long.” 

Karl’s mouth opened. “Wait, really!? When? Today??” He fired off questions and Naomi chuckled. 

Y/n took a shaky, but excited breath. “I don’t know when. But I’m going to tell him,” she said with determination clear in her voice. 

“What made you decide to?” Karl asked with a wide grin, reaching over to Naomi to help her place a box on a higher shelf than she could reach. “Why all of a sudden?” 

Y/n shrugged and crossed her arms over her chest, hugging herself tightly with excitement. “Well, I started to think he likes me too and I really want to know if something could happen or if I should try to just move on. I’ll never know unless I ask, right?” she said, and Karl and Naomi both smiled at her. “I'm sick of not knowing for sure.” 

“I’m so excited for you!” Karl giggled. “I’m—Y/n, this is gonna be good. I know it.”

She smiled widely, scrunching her nose lightly. “I think so too.”

“So do George and I,” Naomi commented as she took a handful of Cocoa Krispies from the box, earning a look of betrayal from Karl, who snatched the box from her to have a snack too. 

“Does everyone talk about him and I?”

Karl nodded slowly while Naomi took a more blunt approach. “Yup.”

“What are the odds that he’s the only one who doesn’t think we like each other?” 

Karl giggled. “1 in 7.5 trilli— OW! You just hit me!” 

“Overused joke,” Naomi explained, retracting her hand from the back of his head with a sweet smile. 

Y/n pulled her phone out of her pocket as it vibrated and gasped lightly before looking up at her friends. “Okay Karl, I need to know details about this secret person you’re keeping from us, especially if it's camera girl because she sounded adorable.” 

“No,” he protested pointedly. “Not until something actually happens.” 

“Is.. is that a confirmation that it's camera girl?” Naomi snapped her head to look at him.  

Karl paused, turning pink. “N-no?” 

“Karl!” Y/n pouted and he winked dramatically at her. 

“Go talk to your boy. I know it was him that just texted you.” 

“Make him your boyfriend,” Naomi demanded jokingly, though the glint in her eyes told Y/n that she meant it. 

“Not happening right now,” Y/n assured, getting up from her seat. “But I am going to go talk to him. So love you both, bye.”

“Hi,” Y/n greeted happily as she propped her phone up on her desk and tucked her knees to her chest.

“Hello,” Dream said with a weak smile, less enthusiastic than he seemed over text, though he was trying his best to make that not noticeable. He pulled his hood over his hair but kept his face in view and Y/n could clearly see him being vaguely distant, not looking directly at his phone.

Focus on the mission: make sure he's doing okay and if not, find out why, she reminded herself as her thoughts started to focus on how adorable he looked all tired and pouty. Don't tell him you like him if he's mad at you for something.

“Are you doing okay?” He nodded distractedly at her question and she frowned softly. “What’s wrong, Clay?”

The man stuck with his story, adding a slight smile and a breathy laugh in an attempt to make his obvious lie more believable. “Nothing. I’m fine, Bug.”

Y/n took a deep breath and held it for a moment before releasing it suddenly. “At the risk of sounding… narcissistic,” she paused, “are you by chance upset at all by the... stream from the other day?”

Hesitation was written all over Dream’s face as he chewed on his lower lip and hummed.

“Or something completely different? I just wanna make sure I didn't do anything to upset you..”

“I'm not upset at you,” he clarified quickly before hesitantly adding, “but... maybe it has a little bit to do with that.”

Y/n nodded, hoping she was understanding correctly and wasn’t about to make a fool of herself. “In a... jealous way?”

Dream huffed, clearly frustrated. “Yeah, I get it, the whole point was that Alex wanted to make me jealous because he knows how much I care about you and… and whatever. Well, it worked,” he admitted the last part softly like he was embarrassed.

“Dream,” Y/n sighed, “I’ve said it before, you have nothing to be jealous of.”

“I’m aware that I’m not allowed to be jealous, Y/n,” he said harshly, though she knew the slight anger wasn’t directed at her specifically, despite the use of her real name, which he hardly ever used.

She frowned. “That’s not—no, that’s not what I’m saying. I mean that there’s nothing to be jealous of.”

Dream looked at the camera skeptically. “I mean… there kinda is, to be fair. Two of my best friend’s reading—”

“Dream,” Y/n deadpanned, looking softly but sternly at him through the pixels that made their distance seem closer. “I’m serious.”

The blond boy shrugged slowly, seeming to realize how dumb it was to think there was a possibility of him losing Y/n’s attention in any way. “I know it’s stupid to be jealous anyway. You can, you know, have whatever friends you want. I just…” he trailed off like he wanted to say something important but shook his head.

Y/n took a deep breath, so tempted to just blurt out the words at the back of her throat. Just tell him you like him, she scolded herself, do it. It’s the perfect chance. She didn’t know if she was being dumb and was just reading into things or if she was right, but she felt like he liked her. Even before he saw her.

“Sorry I made you mad,” she whispered and he frowned.

“You didn't—Bug, I'm not mad at you. Or Quackity. I’m mad at myself if anything but… not mad.”

“So… you don't hate me?”

He rolled his head back and smiled, scoffing lightly. “I could never be mad at you. Like, actually.”

She rolled her lips between her teeth, feeling the words bubble at the back of her throat again. But before she could open her mouth to let them fly, the boy on the other side of the phone spoke up.

“Hey, did you get my package yet?” Dream asked suddenly. Y/n couldn’t tell if he was changing the subject on purpose or if he just remembered and didn’t want to forget, but it made her want to hit her head on her desk. She needed to figure out a way to subtly bring the conversation back around eventually so she could make herself tell him she liked him.

Y/n let out her breath shakily and her shoulders dropped. “Oh, uh, I don’t think so. The mail hasn’t come today though.”

Dream groaned. “I wish it would show up already,” he pouted. “It’s supposed to get there sometime in the next couple days. I don’t know exactly when because UPS is being vague.”

Y/n laughed. “What did you send?”

“The hoodie!”

“Oh yeah!” she gasped, forgetting about her self-appointed task from moments ago. “I’m very excited. Thank you again, by the way. It’s very sweet of you to send me your merch for free.”

“Of course,” he said with a soft smile. “Anything for you.”

“I’ll just have to pay you back by giving you the very first Bugsy merch.”

“Ohh!!” he gasped excitedly. “Are you working on some?”

She shrugged vaguely to tease him. “I may or may not have a few ideas.”

“Please, can I know? I really wanna know.”

“Why are you so excited?” she asked with a laugh. “You can find out when I announce stuff.”

He pouted. “I don’t get any sort of privilege?”

“Pretty privilege will only get you so far in life, bud,” she teased and he shook his head. She wondered if she would have butterflies in her stomach still if she called him pretty under different circumstances, like if they were dating. Would he react in a different way or still just give her that smile.

“I just can’t wait,” he interrupted her train of thought. “I love having every crumb of BugsyGames content I can get.”

“You already get more than anyone except Karl and Naomi. So greedy.”

He hummed and smiled at her fondly.

“Hey, you said you wanted to talk about something?”

“Huh? Oh… that… uh, well.” He stopped abruptly and his brows furrowed in deep thought, like he was deciding how to say something important again.

She decided to give him a way out by offering, “Was it just about wondering if I got the hoodie yet?”

Dream’s face lit up and she didn’t mistake the grateful look for anything else. “Yeah, that. Just let me know when you do get it. Or I’ll text you if they ever let me know where it is.”

A few days later, Y/n got a notification on Twitter from Dream’s alt account. She rolled her eyes fondly at his theatrics, knowing he didn’t text her like he made Twitter think. 

Y/n lifted the large, brown box from her doorstep and shook her head as she brought it into her apartment. She dropped it on her bed with a huff, hoping that Dream didn’t send her more than one of his merch hoodies. She read the label on the front and immediately knew he did; the white sticker had her nickname written in a small, neat but childlike script instead of a label printed off from a factory. He made her believe he had ordered one from his website and had it delivered to her house, but this clearly showed it had been at his house, giving her the impression there was more than one. She breathed out and grabbed her phone, hoping Dream would pick up her FaceTime call.

After only two rings, Dream answered. “Helloooo,” he greeted slowly but happily. He was slouched sideways on his couch so his cheek pressed against the back and he smiled sleepily.

“Clay.”

“Clay?” he laughed. “Are you mad at me or something?”

“What did you send me?”

“Hoodies? Did you get them?”

“Plural?” Y/n emphasized and he smiled.

“Plural,” he confirmed, making Y/n groan.

“I feel so bad! I didn’t even want one free—”

“Come onnn, it’s fine. Bug, I’ve gifted you, like, 700 subs in one stream before but you don’t want more than one of my hoodies?”

She paused. Did he mean ‘his’ hoodies as in his hoodies? Or as in his brand?

“Just open it!” Dream prompted as he sat up a little. “I’m excited!”

“Which ones did you send me?” Y/n asked as she grabbed scissors from her desk and started opening the box, propping her phone up on her pillows so he could see. “Also, nice handwriting.”

Dream laughed. “Yeah? Sapnap says it looks like shit.”

“I doubt his is any better. I like the little… thing you drew? What is that?�� she asked as she paused and leaned closer to the package to get a better look at the artwork.

“It’s a bug!” Dream laughed. “It’s not that bad. Okay, it is pretty bad but you could have figured out what it was from context clues.”

“It's just a scribble.”

“Okay, Miss Artist,” he mocked. “Just open the package!”

Y/n finished opening the box and was hit with an unfamiliar scent. It was nice, making the butterflies in her stomach flutter. She grabbed the material on top, a classic lime green hoodie with Dream’s smile printed on the front, and held it up with a wide smile.

“IT’S SO CUTE!!” she complimented, stepping back from the camera and holding it up to her body. “And also the perfect size! Thank you so much, Dream, seriously.”

“Put it on!” he said with a giggle and she complied, wanting to feel how soft it was while wearing it. She pulled the hoodie on, noting how the scent from the box lingered on the green fabric, but wasn’t strong enough to be the source.

She stepped back and lifted her arms, showing how it fit just how she liked her hoodies to. “It’s perfect!” she assured.

“It looks good on you,” he complimented. “There’s still another one.”

“I know, because you just can’t help but to break rules and go against our agreement,” she joked as she took off the new hoodie and poked her head in the box to see what else he had sent her.

Her eyes locked onto a maroon-colored hoodie with an unfamiliar logo on the front, definitely not more merch like she expected.

“It’s mine,” Dream explained softly from her phone. She looked at him to see him doing his best to hide behind his hand without making his embarrassment obvious.

“No, it’s not,” she challenged in disbelief. No way he sent her his actual hoodie.

Dream nodded and she grabbed it from the box, noticing how much larger it was than the last one. She held it up to her body again and almost fainted at the size difference.

“It’s from, like, forever ago when my family went to the Florida Keys on vacation,” he explained. “Thought you might want a reminder that warm places exist while it gets colder there.”

Y/n smiled widely, not even trying to hide her happiness, which made Dream crack and flash his own grin. “Wanna try it on?”

She didn’t need to be asked twice, slipping it over her head like the last one. It smelled amazing. This was definitely the source of the cologne and she just knew it was his. If this is what he smelled like, she was going to have a hard time not cuddling with him 24/7 when they went on vacation.

“Y/n, you look so cu—”

“It smells so good,” she voiced abruptly and distractedly, making Dream cut himself off and turn a pink that even his phone camera could pick up on.

“Glad you think so.”

She lifted the material over her nose and was even more overwhelmed by the scent that surrounded her. If her stomach butterflies were fluttering before, they were raging lunatics at this point.

“You look so cute, Bug,” Dream complimented fondly and she smiled at him, flipping the hood up to cover her face. “I was right, you do look much better in my clothes than in Karl’s.”

She hummed happily and fiddled with the hoodie strings as she walked back to her phone and took a breath.

She needed to just say it. It was obvious now; there was no way he didn’t like her, sending her his hoodie practically drenched in his cologne and saying she looked cute in his clothes while he blushed. She had nothing to lose in telling him she liked him.

“Thank you, Dream. It really means a lot to me,” she said genuinely and he smiled at her.

“One more thing,” he said and she could detect nervousness in his voice, worrying her only slightly.

“What’s up?”

“I don’t know how to say this because I’ve never done this like… this… but you know there’s a first for everything I guess, and, uh—”

“Dream,” Y/n got his attention with a small laugh. “Just say whatever you need to say.”

“I lied about what I wanted to talk to you about the other day,” he admitted, tightening his hoodie strings before loosening them and huffing loudly. “I mean, I did want to see if the package was there, but I also wanted to… I have a better explanation for kinda ignoring you after Quackity’s stream and stuff um…” he paused and took a deep breath. “I know I can get kinda, I don't know, possessive about people,” he stated, his voice raising at the end like it was a question. “And it's something I'm definitely working on because it’s not a really good trait to have, but I do it especially when I like someone a lot so I’m sorry for being jealous of Quackity and Karl and even Naomi but, uh, I really like you a lot so if I’ve ever come across as overly jealous, that's why. But, again, I'm working on that.”

Y/n didn't know how to contain her smile even if she wanted to. Her heart raced as she looked at Dream’s embarrassed and red face.

“This is also not how I wanted to do this but, I’m pretty sure if I went another day without telling you that I like you, especially after seeing you in my hoodie, I was going to actually explode.”

“You asshole,” she mumbled, a huge grin contradicting her words.

“Oh god, I'm so sorry for rambling. I understand if you wanna send me the hoodie back or even just burn it if you want. Go ahead and burn it. I didn't mean it to come across as creepy if it did. I can see how it would be because I told you I like you after telling you to wear it and… oh god. And I'll stop texting you so much and not go on streams you'll be on and—”

“No, no! Dream, I don't want any of that!” She laughed. “I called you an asshole because you beat me to it.”

“Beat you to what?” he asked, the shakiness in his voice telling her how anxious he was.

Put him out of his misery, Y/n. “I was going to tell you I like you,” she explained before softly adding, “You beat me to it.”

Dream looked at her like she hung the moon just for him. “You do?”

“Yes, dummy. I really do.” Her face was on fire and she lifted the collar of her (his) hoodie over her nose like she always did when she was flustered. This time, the action only worsened her state since she was reintroduced to the scent of Dream’s cologne.

Y/n’s screen showed Dream’s ceiling as he set his phone down abruptly and put his head in his hands, which she could kinda see by his mess of blond waves shoved into the camera lens as he leaned over his desk.

“Dream!” She laughed. “Come back!”

He grabbed his phone and held it close to his face, absolutely beaming. “You have no idea how happy— Bug, I like you a lot.”

“I like you too, Dream,” she repeated and his smile only grew.

“Holy shit. You have a crush on me!”

“Shut up,” she joked. “What are you gonna do about it, huh?”

He raised his eyebrows. “I'm going to take you on a fucking date when you get here, that's what I'll do about it. Sound good?”

She bit her lips and nodded. “I can check my schedule.”

“Oh, come on,” he whined lightly. “Really?”

“Yes, I’ll go on a freaking date with you, Clay. What kind of question is that?”

“Consent is key!!” he declared. “I'm not gonna force you to go out with me—”

“You'd have to force me not to,” she laughed. “But just to be very clear, do you see now that I meant it when I said you had nothing to be jealous of?”

He frowned seriously. “I'm really sorry. I know it's unattractive and unhealthy and I'm working on it, I really am.”

“Honestly, you've done pretty good, I think. I mean, I didn't even know you were jealous of Naomi until you told me. And you didn't blow up at Quackity… at least not during stream or in front of me, which shows you have some self control.”

Dream laughed through his nose. “I actually didn't yell at him for that at all. Just… pouted to George and Karl.”

“W-wait to KARL? Karl knows you like me? AND George? That means both of us told them how we felt and neither of them let us know!”

“They hate us,” Dream joked.

“Just for that, I'm not telling either of them about the date. Purely out of spite.”

“I made them swear they wouldn't tell you anything though. So I understand why they didn't say anything.”

Y/n hummed. “I guess I did the same… okay fine they're super loyal, perfect friends. Still annoying.”

Dream smiled at her attitude and her frown melted away.

“By the way, I never said you being jealous wasn't hot.”

Dream’s eyebrows shot up. “What the hell did you just say?”

“Unreasonable jealousy isn't but you sending me a hoodie just because you don't want to see me wear Karl’s is kinda…” she suddenly got shy at her words but still raised an eyebrow at him. “It's definitely attractive.”

Dream shook his head fondly. “You're going to kill me.”

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[eremiie]

a change of heart;

❥ nsfw | 6.1k words | eren x reader

❥ an annoyingly arrogant childhood friend has never seen the light of day in your eyes... until he does. eren jaeger was an anomaly that you thought you had figured out.

❥ content: cum play, choking, slight size kink, rough sex, unprotected sex

saying you liked eren was an understatement. you weren't fond of the boy— like at all.

it was something about him that you couldn't pinpoint, maybe it was the way he always had something smart to say back to you when you made the littlest comments, the way his eyebrows were always furrowed together as if he was constantly upset with you, the way he was just so aggressive— a handful if you must. you never liked the way he acted towards you, or anybody else for that matter so you never tried your luck at getting close to him.

or... maybe you didn't like that slight way your eyes widened when you first met him, or that run of his eyes over you on your first meeting. or was it the way you somewhat hoped to get into an argument with him just so you could bicker? something about your arguments thrilled you and sent a feeling you couldn't pinpoint through your body.

nevertheless, the bigger issue at hand was the fact that you couldn't seem to escape eren jaeger.

you were so unlucky and were deemed even unluckier when your mom happened to be the sweetest person on earth. she was the kind to bake a welcoming gift for the neighbors on your street, the kind to knock next door and ask in a sickeningly sweet voice for extra sugar for a recipe she was whipping up.

she'd done both of these things to your next door neighbor, which happened to be carla, carla jaeger.

once again, unluckily carla also happened to be such a sweet mom and you almost felt bad that she was blessed (cursed) with eren jaeger as a son. she was the type to bake something in return and gladly give you a small container of sugar that you would promise to bring back.

she'd done both of these things for your mom.

there advances were so continuous, and over the course of a couple years they became the most best friends imaginable, indulging in every mom-ly activity you could imagine together. this only forced you and eren to spend every unwanted second together.

you knew eren for only a couple years, yes, and you could still remember when his hair was just draped above his shoulders, an awkward length that you never failed to make weak jokes at just to see him get mad. but what you didn't know— or failed to realize that he would get even more annoying then the first time you met him.

maybe you were getting annoyed with the fact that his hair was no longer that awkward length and you couldn't throw the same lame jokes at him, because the length that it was at now? where it touched his shoulders and he threw it back into this awfully messy bun. maybe you were getting annoyed with the fact that now he was older and more occupied with the summer before college, you weren't forced to spend as much time with him, so you didn't see him much.

over these couple years though, your mom (being the doll she is) never failed to throw an annual barbecue that of course, carla always came to, not only did she come but they practically planned it together and had you and eren help out, unwillingly. they claimed it was an opportunity for you and eren to "actually get a long." because trust me— they knew about the tension between the two of you that they tried to break for years.

one of those annual barbecues seemed to be today, at the very minute, actually. you were standing next to eren, both of you with a tray of food in your hands as you awaited instructions, an irritated expression crossing both of your faces.

"okay, take those over to the buffet table you two, and then before you guys go crawl away to god knows where, one of you grab some utensils, napkins and plates and lay them down at the end of the table, and one of you turn on the speaker, guests will be flooding in soon." you chuckled at carla's comment. that's one thing you and eren had in common— the two of you almost completely hating this event if it wasn't for the good food. you would always sneak away to your room and eren would sit in your chair and mind his business while you'd lay on your bed doing your own thing. "and tell your mom i need her, _____!"

it was never an uncomfortable silence— no, as a matter of fact it wasn't always silent, lots of aimless arguments would arise and sometimes, eren would get really angry, but he never dared to leave the safety of your room rather than be surrounded by adults who claimed they'd known him since he was little.

"what?" eren asked you as you reminisced on the thought while the two of you began walking.

you glanced up at him, snapped out of your own head, him already peering down at you with furrowed brows and a slight frown on his face. "none of your business." that's not even what you meant to say but a smart retort was almost instinctive when it came to eren.

albeit your smart response he didn't send one back as he usually would, he just rolled his eyes and sat the food down on the buffet table, you doing the same. "i'll grab utensils and shit." you murmured in slight embarrassment from your quick comment eliciting no reaction. eren didn't look your direction, so you took that as a hint that he heard you as his body headed towards the direction of the old speaker that you knew'd be blasting old "parent" tunes.

you head inside, the smell of food grilling leaving your senses and the something in the midst of being baked filling them instead. you turned the corner of the dining room to enter the kitchen, your mom closing the oven after checking on the brownies baking. "hey, sweetheart, how's it going?" she asked you, smiling when she caught sight of you, all dressed nicely too, which was rare from your usual style; the black slip dress you wore coming mid thigh and lightly hugging your body. you were only wearing socks though, you didn't see the point in walking around in shoes when you'd just be retreating to the hole of your room and lounging around for as long as possible until your mom called you to help some more or to greet someone familiar.

"fine, me and eren just put down the last of the food already cooked. i'm about to set up cutlery and sh— stuff." your mom raised her eyebrow before nodding her head and watching you open up the cabinet at your feet to grab the grocery bag full of a new box of paper plates and napkins." all for the "save the turtles!" magnet your mom had pinned on the refrigerator. "hey, where are the plastic cutlery?" you asked, questioning its lack of presence in the plastic bag.

your mom turned her head towards you, from where she was wiping at her hands. "hm? oh! sorry, honey— i placed them in that cabinet up there because we had extras from that one family get together we had a couple weeks back.”

 ah, yes. you remembered that family get together. despite it being family, somehow carla and eren found their way into the gathering, and not to mention that being one of the last times you saw eren, and one of the most embarrassing times.

you see, the argument you had gotten in with eren that time was over him accidentally walking into your room in the middle of you changing for the event. you had yelled at him even though it was an accident, and that was one of the first times eren didn't try his hardest to win that argument, his face too flushed red, and his apologies and excuses seeming to not calm down your anger that hid your embarrassment.

but geez, for days after you were reminiscing on the drag of his eyes going down your back and over your ass before flickering back up to your eyes and only then realizing the situation at hand. you were just happy the encounter didn't make the next time you were seeing him, being now, too awkward.

your eyes drifted towards the cabinet above your head, the one your mom was eyeing at, and you sighed. "okay, thanks, and by the way miss carla wants you." your mom's eyes widened before she placed down the rag in her hands and scurried out the kitchen. you heard her speak a few words to someone but you weren't paying much attention as your fingertips began to reach upwards to pull at the cabinet doors. when it swung open a groan left your lips when you almost immediately spotted the brightest blue box of plastic cutlery at the top shelf.

"okay, _____... you can't reach that." you opted for climbing on top of the counter, and you did despite you wearing a dress, the fabric stretching as you propped yourself up on the surface, knees together while you used your hand to try and reach for the box.

your hand barely grazed it, but that didn't matter as eren's hands reached it for you, his back pressed against yours as he used his tippy toes and the stretch of his fingertips to knock the box down and grab it in the air before it could drop to the ground. the warmth of him behind you disappeared as he backed up and looked you over from your position on the counter. "if you couldn't reach it you should've had me get the stuff."

it was your turn to roll your eyes, heat rising to your cheeks before you climbed off the counter slowly and adjusted your dress. "shut up."

eren's arm came out to hand you the box. "since when did you start wearing dresses?" he asked abruptly, once again, those thick brows coming together in curiosity as you grabbed the box from his hands, stepping forward slightly.

"i've been wearing dresses, you're just too dumb to notice." your own gaze gave eren a once-over. he never dressed formally for any of these events like your mom made you. carla could never seem to get him into anything nice. plain black jeans with an almost too tight white shirt, and you could never fail to mention the key necklace draped around his neck that he once told you his dad gave him when you had asked "why do you always have that stupid necklace on?" he had gotten really defensive and only today you realized how insensitive that comment may have been considering the fact that he rarely saw his dad— as did you. you could only recall seeing the man twice, and at one time was at one of the barbecues. "i wore one... last time."

eren's eyes went up to the ceiling as he recalled "last time" realization dawning on his face, but before you could wait for his reply you were walking past him with your head pointed towards the ground as you told him, "you can go ahead and go up to my room, i'm gonna go put these down." and he watched you walk away before scratching his chin and doing just that.

you did what you had to do, placing down the cutlery and slipping past both your mother and carla before they could get you to do anything else.

when you opened the door to your room you were surprised to see eren sitting on your bed, shoes kicked off at the edge. you narrowed your eyes at him as he looked up from his phone at you. "what? your chair's broken." your eyes glanced to the chair that sat idle near your desk before you remembered— it was broken— no it wasn't broken, one of the wheels had just been screwed off and you nor your mom had the patience to fix it.

you lowered your suspicions at eren and merely nodded your head. you really didn't mind actually, the chair was eren's self proclaimed spot, he continued to sit their his self after the first barbecue, you never actually told him to.

"wow, i'm surprised you're not throwing a tantrum." he scoffed as you climbed onto your bed stomach flopping down next to eren who was propped up against your wall. your dress had ridden up in the slightest but you made no efforts to fix it, and you didn't make an effort to grab your phone either which was sat on your desk.

your arms held up your head, elbows on the bed as you looked up at eren with a raise of your eyebrow much like your mom. "you can get out." you half joked, eren looking down at you with lagoon green eyes.

"so you can leave me down to suffer with all those people? hell no, i'd surprisingly rather be up here with you."

you tilted your head at eren. "oh? why the change of heart?"

his stare sent a prickly sensation up your bare arms, and you turned over to your side so that your one arm propped up your head, your other draped across your waist. this was basically the first time you had a simple conversation without the two of you bothering each other, the first time you were somewhat amused by the words coming out of his mouth.

where was the old eren jaeger? this new eren jaeger couldn't help but think you looked... good, not to say he's never thought this before; the subconscious thought always in the back of his head, but now it was prevalent to him. the straps of your black dress so thin, and the way it hugged your body in the slightest was almost tantalizing. you didn't seem to be wearing a bra either, he could tell by the lack of support and straps. "huh?" you added when he didn't respond right away, eren's eyes snapping back up to your face.

he whipped up a quick response; "there wasn't a change of heart. you know i'm always up here... and you're tolerable today." he placed down his phone, interested in the conversation at hand. something was laced between your words, almost taunting, almost aware, more aware than you were earlier when the two of you had that encounter in the kitchen, more aware than you were when he accidentally walked in on you a couple weeks prior.

you felt confident today, you weren't sure if it was the mere maturity between the two of you that seemed to just decide to pop up today, you weren't sure if it was eren's new attitude, or if it was your attire that gave you the confidence you possessed. you always enjoyed you and eren's arguments, you loved seeing him riled, but today the snark to his own comments instead of him getting completely heated sent an even better thrill, if you could call it, down your spine. "hm, then it's not surprising you'd rather be up here with me, jaeger... and what makes me more tolerable today?"

eren let his eyes roll to the back of his head for a split second before deciding that the best response to that question would be no answer, lying wasn't healthy anyways.

"what? is it the fact that i started wearing dresses?" you mocked his earlier words, your hand flying up to create quotations in the air.

that was one reason.

"trying to get your little dick wet eren? that little blondie wasn't doing it for you, yeah?" you joked, but the way his eyebrow twitched and his eyes darkened, lowering as a very small smirk formed on his face told you maybe your joke was more than that to him.

he let out another small scoff, face turning away from you so his jawline was visible, the tiny brown hairs that wouldn't fit in his ponytail skimming his neck and forehead before he side eyed you, then turning his head back to you and not even noticing how he scooted forward as he brought his knee up for his arm to rest on. "little?" was all he could manage to get out. he wasn't gonna lie— your comments felt quicker today, and they were catching him a little off guard.

you flipped back onto your stomach before sliding your upper body and shuffling forward to sit back on your knees diagonal from eren. you weren't gonna lie— eren's comments felt quicker today, and they were catching you a little off guard. "did i lie?"

"yeah."

"i beg to differ."

eren's hand went to his thigh. even though his dick was on the other leg, semi-hard, he wanted to tease you with the leg closer, rubbing up and down the fabric of his jeans. "wanna see then?"

your eyes glanced down to his lap and widened, jesus— this was not the eren you knew, nor the eren you expected tonight. you let yourself fall backwards onto your pillows, grabbing one throw pillow and placing it over your face as you hid your true expression. although your voice was muffled you let out an "jaeger, stop! i'm supposed to hate you."

the bed dipped underneath you as eren shuffled forward until he was peering down at you again, grabbing the pillow with one hand, your hand flying up to grab his wrist, then his coming up to pry your fingers off him. after a small tussle he pinned your hand to the bed, grabbing the pillow and chucking it off the bed to see your face.

your lips were shriveled in an embarrassing smile and you turned your head away from eren, only then realizing the presence of his cold gold pendant tickling your chest, and how close he actually was, his thigh pressed up against your side, and his untucked hairs gravitating towards you. those green-blue eyes seemed even more intimidating up close, and the dangerous slight upturn of the corner of his lips didn't seem to help in you feeling small under him.

eren jaeger, an anomaly. who knew people could change right before your eyes.

"jaeger," you brought your other hand to his chest, pushing at his sternum with as much force as possible which didn't budge him, eren only grabbing your other hand with a low chuckle and placing it above your head, bringing both of your hands together and keeping them there with one wrist. you let out a soft whine of the word "move," that made eren's lip twitch before you brought your foot up to kick him.

"kick me and i swear, ______—" and so you did— well at least you tried, eren grabbing your ankle and holding your flailing limb. you guys looked insanely stupid, and it made your little whines turn into small laughs that seemed to be contagious as eren began to laugh too. your body went limp as you soon realized that eren was pretty strong, which the old eren wasn't.

he let go of your leg, dropping it to the bed on the other side of him so he was sitting between them. "i'll let go if you admit that you don't actually hate me." a small goofy grin was on his face and it made you reciprocate.

"nope," you popped the p, eren quirking his brow at you before letting his eyes wander down. he had you in quite a position; your legs on either side of him, your hands pinned together, and your dress scrunched up just enough so he could see the black underwear you adorned. you watched his eyes trail back up, stopping at your lips, his tongue sliding over his own before coming back up to your eyes. "but it's obvious you don't hate me."

eren let out a small laugh and your stomach churned— so did his. 

"nope," he popped his p just like you. "that's just some weird shit we were on when we were younger... you're not that bad." he hummed, leaning down a bit so he was hovering over your face, and god did he look amazing.

maybe he was right— maybe it was just one of those weird things that leave with age, and you were fine with it leaving, especially if it gave you the eren jaeger in front of you right now. your lips parted in effort for you to speak but you choked on your own words, not sure what to say. but you didn't have to say much because just like eren, you let your realization hit you on how he had you, how he looked, and your gaze stopped at his lips too. he took that as his cue— his face inching way too close, but not like you minded.

"the way you're looking at me doesn't seem like it, ______."

you squeezed your legs on his sides as you felt the fabric of his jeans rub against you from the proximity. "well, i—" he didn't let you finish his lips connecting with yours and you almost forget how to kiss for a moment, eren's lips being the only ones moving until he let go of your hands and you cradled his jaw, kissing him back just as fervently.

eren hummed against your lips in content, them beginning to move together as if the two of you were made for each other. something felt like it was lifted off your chest, and you really relished in the moment at hand. one of eren's hand coming up to your hair and pushing your head more towards him, the kiss becoming rougher while his other hand settled at your side gripping roughly as if you could run away any second.

you felt desperate, practically swallowing eren's lips up, him biting at your lip before pulling away for air. he looked down at you with a lustful expression, his lips parted and flushed red while his eyelids hung low. "finally, you shut up."

you looked up to the ceiling with a smile gracing your face. you didn't know if you were in shock at the fact that he could still throw quick comebacks after such an event or if you were in shock at what just happened. "you shut the fuck up— and come here," 

you lifted your head up to connect your lips back to eren's, your tongue sliding over his bottom lip, and he quickly got the hint, pushing you back down to the bed as he parted his lips so that your tongues could collide gently. the kiss was wet, and passionate, you could practically taste the lust that both of you were so oblivious about for years. you could taste how long he craved your lips on his and you almost wanted to apologize for leaving him waiting for so long.

eren's tongue licked around your mouth, doing all the work while you laid back and guided your tongue to follow his almost like a recited dance. his hips moved with yours, beginning to grind against you to relieve some of the ache in his dick, and he was glad you were wearing a dress. his hand on your hip grasped the black fabric and aggressively yanked it up, your hips lifting to help him out a little bit until your lower half was completely unveiled to him.

his mouth disconnected from yours so he could peer down at you. "fuck..." he muttered. his hand slid under your dress, smoothing over your stomach before nearing your breasts, looking back up to you as if to ask if what he was doing was fine. you gave him that confirmation and let your eyes drift close as his warm palm relaxed itself over your tit. the contact that his fingers made with you nipple as he moved his hand down to toy at it caused them to harden and you to whimper.

eren ducked down to your neck so he could kiss it, nibbling at the sensitive flesh which elicit your hand to fly to his messy brown locks. "yeah..." you sighed, elated with the feeling of him sucking at your skin, his tongue occasionally licking at the spot and his teeth grazing over it as well before he completely pulled off, hoping a distinctive hickey you would have trouble hiding from your mom would begin to appear sooner or later.

his hand slid back down to your side until it went over the curve of your back and trailed down your ass until it met your supple thighs. he grasped at your skin, the fat underneath his fingertips leaving his imagination to wonder what it would be like in between your thighs. he brought his other thumb to your plain black panties, pressing it against your clothed entrance just to get a feel and your head flew back so you were no longer watching him— eyebrows turning upwards and mouth parting as uneven breaths left you mouth.

you were so hot and bothered, you needed him now— any way you could take him.

"need you... right now, eren." you mumbled, your hand retreating between your dress to cup at your own breast.

eren looked up at you another smile playing on his lips, and he would be the death of you. "first name basis now that you want to be fucked by me?"

"oh my gosh, just hurry."

you brought your legs closer to your body as eren's hand came to the hem of the fabric that was the only thing separating you and him. he pulled it over your legs and down your feet tossing it to the side. when you didn't part your legs for him immediately he brought his hand to both of your knees and with some resistance parted them for you, the sight of your glistening cunt going straight to his dick.

you were so pretty to him, yet he didn't want to boost your ego any more so he held his tongue and untucked his lip from his teeth before stepping off the bed, grabbing your ankles and pulling your body to the edge of the bed.

your pussy fluttered as you watched eren fumble with the button and zipper of his pants. he stopped for a brief moment, groaning in annoyance before looking back to you. "i don't have a condom."

your hand flew to your forehead and you felt yourself squeeze around nothing at the thought of eren sliding into you without one. "you're clean right?"

eren scoffed. "yeah."

"okay well then hurry!" you repeated, eren going back to pulling his pants down until they were pooled at his ankles, as well as his boxers. his dick was finally exposed to you, and you stifled a moan when you saw it— pretty, hard, big and flushed red in anticipation for you not anyone else. he took himself into his hands and smeared his pre cum over his length while his head tilted back and his jaw dropped at the slight relief.

"this is about to be the best dick you've ever had." he half joked as he grabbed your hips and pressed at your entrance, leaning overtop of you again.

"we'll see about that, ja—" you couldn't even get the rest of your sentence out as you felt his tip slide more into you, a gasp leaving your throat, your walls clenching his tip causing him to let out a slight moan.

he stopped for a moment, bringing his hand up to steady himself on the bed. "eren, not jaeger."

he pushed in a little more, your hand flying over to your mouth muffling your, "eren!" which caused him to smirk. "shit... you—" a little more, your eyebrows coming together like his as he tried filling you up even more.

"me what?" he breathed out, pushing in a little more.

your back arched and your fingers came to wrap around his wrist beside your head for support. "it kind of hurts." you mewled out. of course you wouldn't tell eren this, but it had been awhile since the last time you had sex, prone to getting yourself off instead, and eren's size wasn't helping either.

"well..." he started, sheathing himself more inside you as your grip on his wrist tightened, and small pathetic half-whines left your throat. "you gotta take it." your eyes screwed even more shut as his words rang through your head. you were practically throbbing for him and you wanted this just as bad. "don't start something you can't finish." and with that the brunette let his length fill you up completely, ignoring your slight displeasure until he bottomed out, shushing you and letting his hand come down to rub circles on your clit to soothe you.

a sigh left your lips and your hand relaxed from eren's wrist. "okay."

"okay?"

"you can move." and eren wasted no time doing just that, his hips moving backwards and sliding against your walls causing you and him to groan at the same time.

when you were fully adjusted, and any discomfort you felt had drifted away, eren moved faster, almost fucking you how he wanted to in the first place. he lifted himself from the bed and put his hands on your hips, dragging you onto him as he pushed in and out of you, basking in your moans of pleasure and the feeling of your tight walls trying to consume him.

"yes," you said with gritted teeth as the way eren thrusted into you with purpose felt amazing and left you wondering why you didn't confess to your attraction to him sooner. "fuck, eren..." his hips stuttered from the way you sounded moaning his name. he wanted to hear it again, and again, wanted to hear it so many times that he could hear it when he fucked his fist to your pretty face. "like that, just like that."

"again." he demanded, and the low octave of his voice ordering you to repeat his name sent your head into a spiral. you grind against him, your wetness smearing on his abdomen. eren brought his hand to your hair again, pulling your body up off the bed and you winced at his tight grip as he continued to fuck up into you nicely. "i said again."

"eren," you repeated more like a plea. he pulled your head forward more, smashing his lips to yours again briefly, just wanting to feel more of you, wanting to feel you crave him.

"what do you want me to do?" he asked. he wanted you to tell him how bad you wanted him, how bad you wanted him to fuck you— and with the way his cock stretched you out so well, fucking into you with ease, like it's what he was made for, you were willing to do just that. "hm?"

"fuck me good, make me cum, eren, please."

"if i do you're gonna stop acting like a little brat when we're together right?"

"yes, yes, yes," you babbled not even realizing what he said that had you nodding your head hastily.

eren chuckled at the lack of hesitance in your response, softening his grip on your hair and letting your head fall back to the bed. "good girl." he murmured while slowing down his pace causing you to roll your hips into his as a silent plea to go faster. eren pushed your dress up some more until it was bunched up right to your chest, then having you pull off the straps to free your tits. he stepped out of his jeans and boxers, pushing you higher on the bed to create space for himself, not leaving you once, leaving your cunt fluttering around him as he did all these motions.

the little sad cries that would leave your lips begging him to hurry up so that he could fuck you again made you sound so stupid for him, so impatient and so dirty. eren didn't mind at all though, when he shifted himself up on your bed and pressed your legs to either side of your body so he could hit deeper, he complied with your wishes. "open your mouth." and you complied to his, parting your lips and sticking your tongue out, eren coming down to let his spit drop into your mouth, and the second his saliva came in contact with the muscle you squeezed his member from inside of you, he could feel you tighten around him and your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you swallowed. he watched your throat bob before wrapping his hand around your neck to create leverage for himself.

when you felt him drag himself out and back into you so forcefully, your body jolting as he continued the motion, fucking down into you. he was drilling that soft spot inside of you, and he didn't stop you when your hand trailed down below his arm to touch yourself, rubbing at your swollen clit while he drilled you. "you're gonna cum?"

you were too incoherent to form words, the nods of your head telling him enough. he was on the verge of coming too, but he wanted you to come first, he wanted to feel you pulse around his throbbing cock, spill your slick all over him. "shit, then cum all over me, _____. right on my dick, let me feel it." you let out a sultry moan, eren letting go of your neck going to grasp one of your bouncing breast the other grasping your thigh and pounding into you hard while you got yourself off with your middle finger.

small cries spilled out of your lips as your orgasm slowly approached until it finally did, your vision blanking out, pussy squeezing eren impossibly tight, and every nerve being pinched in your body. your hand unconsciously flew to your blanket, gripping the fabric tight as you moaned a drawled out sound resembling eren's name. you felt like you were the only person alive, like the guests downstairs didn't exist, like your parents weren't just outside your window along with them, not even like eren was there when your climax washed over your body, blurring your senses.

"fuck, fuck, fuck, yeah—" eren was having trouble holding back, but as soon as he felt your juices coat him, and the sound of his name from you he let go of your thighs and chest, pulling out of your wet heat and jerking himself to completion, hot cum spilling all over your lower stomach as to avoid your dress. "shit.." he panted, watching his seed sit idle on your pretty skin.

he felt hazy, almost in disbelief that he just fucked your lights out, almost quite literally as you hadn't opened your eyes since your orgasm.

eren took it upon himself to gather some of his cum with a swipe of his finger then prod at your swollen lips, you lazily opening your mouth to taste the salty taste of his cum. "good?" and you hummed, letting your head fall back to the blankets and closing your eyes.

eren tucked himself in, leaving to head towards your bathroom, and soon enough coming back to help you clean up. when you felt the warmth of something slide over your lower abdomen, you too out of it to open your eyes, you relaxed against the bed. eren adjusted your dress and slipped your underwear on for you, shaking your arm to wake you up. "your mom was out there. she was about to check on you when i walked out the bathroom. that would've been embarrassing."

you were too tired to respond, blinking at eren before picking yourself up and sitting up in front of him, his height allowing him to still be looking down at you even though you were on a bed. "i'm gonna head down cause i'll probably be leaving soon... i'll tell her you're sleep."

you nodded your head at eren before crawling to your bed and under the blankets, turning away from him. eren eyed you for a moment before coming forward and deciding to press a kiss to your ear, then grabbing his phone and slipping on his shoes. he grabbed the damp paper towel and threw it in your trash, shutting your lights and shutting the door quietly.

eren jaeger, an anomaly you thought you had figured out who happened not to be that bad after all.

maybe you did like eren— just a little bit.