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fruitcoops · 3 years

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Cake Off

Happy birthday, Finn O'Hara! Here's to hoping all your wishes come true <3 SW credit goes to @lumosinlove!

Marlene waved to the camera as she wove a small whisk into her bun; behind her, five young men sat in front of a well-lit industrial kitchen. “Hello, Lions, and welcome back to Lion Pride! I’m your host, Marlene McKinnon, and we’re here today to celebrate someone we all love very much.”

“Some more than others,” Leo corrected.

“Today is Finn O’Hara’s 25thbirthday,” Marlene continued. “And my gift to him was letting him pick what our next video was going to be. Being the agent of chaos we know and love, he chose to force his friends to make him birthday cakes. Cap, Knutty, I know you two are feeling pretty confident about this. Tremzy, Kasey, and Loops, how are we feeling today?”

Logan’s expression was rather pained. “Can I apologize in advance?”

“I have…a history with ovens,” Kasey said carefully. “Kind of like Britain’s history with the rest of the world, except I’m the rest of the world and the oven wins nine times out of ten.”

“I don’t bake,” Remus sighed. “This is going to be an adventure. Can I leave if I already got him a present?”

“Nope!” Marlene chirped. “To your stations, everyone!”

The five of them trooped to the countertops, which had been covered with a colorful assortment of baking supplies; Logan’s smile grew even more nervous. “Is there a guidebook, or something?”

Marlene ruffled his hair as she passed. “Where’s the fun in that? You have two hours to make a unique birthday cake. On your marks—”

Kasey went pale. “Wait—”

“—get set—”

“Marlene, please,” Remus begged.

“—go!”

“Oh my god,” Logan muttered. “Uh, I don’t have a recipe.”

Marlene’s grin was wicked. “That’s the extra bonus fun.”

Leo paused from where he was measuring flour into a sifter and raised his hand. “Finn’s not actually tasting everyone’s cakes, right? ‘Cause making him sick on his birthday seems a bit mean.”

“He only has to try one bite of each,” Marlene assured him as she stopped by Sirius’ station, where he was gathering his ingredients in a line. “Cap, what are you making today?”

“Vanilla with chocolate frosting. I know the recipe by heart, but I only make it when I’m stressed.” A furrow appeared between his brows before he straightened up and raised his voice. “Hey, someone stress me out!”

“Playoffs!” Kasey shouted from across the room. All five men immediately hurried to knock on the wooden cabinets.

“Thanks!” Sirius gave him a thumbs-up and Kasey winked.

“And somebody won’t be sleeping tonight,” Remus muttered, flicking sugar at Kasey. “Thanks, Bliz.”

Logan was still bracing himself against the countertop when Marlene arrived at his table. “How’re you feeling, Tremz? I see you haven’t chosen any ingredients.”

“There’s a very fine line between making your boyfriend a birthday cake and poisoning him,” Logan said after a moment. “And I think I’m about to find out where it is.”

“What are you making?”

“I don’t know yet. Whatever happens, happens.”

“Fair enough,” Marlene laughed as she moved on. “Leo?”

“I’m gonna make a lemon cake,” he said with a proud smile as he mixed the dry ingredients. “And it’s going to be delicious.”

“Do you bake at home very often? You sound confident.”

He shrugged one shoulder. “For special occasions, yeah. I vaguely know what I’m doing, so I feel pretty good.”

“How do you think Logan’s cake will turn out?”

Leo paused and glanced up. A beat of silence passed before he bit his lower lip. “I think it’s a really good thing that Finn has two boyfriends that are making him cakes.”

“Rude,” Logan grumbled as he dumped another cupful of flour into a bowl to Sirius’ obvious horror. He stuck his tongue out. “Don’t give me that look, Cap, this cake is going to be fucking amazing.”

Sirius raised his eyebrows and turned back to his own batter. “If you say so.”

Logan stood on his toes and poured the next cup directly over Sirius’ head in a poof of white. The studio went silent. With a cough, a bit of flour puffed from Sirius’ mouth. “Cap?” Kasey ventured.

“Hmm?”

“You okay?”

“Mhmm.” He slowly took a towel off the oven door and wiped his face with it, then whipped around and snapped it at Logan’s thigh—it connected with a sharp sound, followed by a yelp as Logan shoved Leo in front of him as a makeshift shield. “You can’t hide behind him forever!”

“Remember, you only have two hours!” Marlene called as she dodged a patch of flour on the floor. Sirius scowled and put the towel back down on the counter; Logan backed away to his station with a suspicious glare. “Loops, how are you?”

“I’m minding my own business,” he said innocently. “Staying in my lane. Paying no attention to the idiots behind the curtain, if you will.”

“Impressive. What are you making for our wonderful Harzy?”

“Spite cake.”

“What?”

“Spite cake,” he repeated with a shadow of a smile. “It’s carrot cake, but with no special ingredient of love or appreciation, because he knows how much I hate baking and he’s been making fun of me over text all morning.”

Leo frowned. “Weren’t you two bonding over how much you hate carrot cake when we went to lunch yesterday?”

“Hence the name,” Remus said as he pulled a cheese grater out of the lineup.

“And last, but certainly not least, Kasey.” Marlene leaned against the edge of his table. “How’s it going over here?”

“So far, so good.” He eyed his batter and poked one of the lumps with a fork. “Does this look ready to you?”

“Seems a bit wet, to be honest.”

“Yeah, I thought so. Do people put milk in cake batter?” On the other end of the kitchen, Sirius and Leo shared a look.

Marlene patted his arm. “Good luck, Bliz.”

The camera cut for a moment—when it returned, the three bakers on the far end seemed to be even more flustered than before. “You have one hour left!” someone off-screen announced.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.” Logan held his spatula up. The batter remained stuck to it in a doughy lump. “Is this supposed to happen?”

Leo’s eyes flickered between Sirius, who was clearly shocked into silence, and Logan, who was growing more distressed by the second. “Sure, honey.”

“Baby, it looks like jello,” Remus called as he shook his mixing bowl with a nervous glance to Sirius. “Why does it look like jello?”

“Mon dieu,” Sirius muttered as he crossed the room; the second he looked over Remus’ shoulder, his eyes widened. “How did you…?”

“I don’t know.”

“You put flour in, right?”

“Hey, no helping!” Kasey protested, swatting Sirius on the shoulder with an oven mitt. “We all fail on our own merit here. Tremy’s making concrete, Loops has jello, and I’ve got soup, so you and Knutty can fuck off back to your perfect batter and let us suffer in peace!”

“Jesus, Bliz, did you put water in that?”

“No! I put butter and milk in!”

“Why?”

“Because!”

“One hour left!” Marlene shouted.

“Fuck it, it’s good enough.” Remus grabbed the nearest cake pan and dumped his batter in, then put it in the oven. He turned the heat on and faced the camera guiltily. “Harzy, I know this was meant to spite you, it really was just meant to be a carrot cake. Not…that.”

Logan sprinkled a handful of chocolate sprinkled into his mixing bowl. “I don’t know what I’m doing,” he singsonged. “But I know I’m doing it poorly!”

“Oh my god,” Remus said suddenly as he licked some of his batter off his finger. “Oh my—oh my god.”

Kasey looked up from pouring his batter into a pan in mild alarm. “What?”

“Oh my god, that’s terrible. Here, try it.”

Kasey put his cake in the oven before swiping a bit off and tasting it. His whole face scrunched. “What?”

“I know,” Remus laughed, passing the spatula to Logan. “It’s like getting punched with a cinnamon stick.”

“I can feel it in my nose,” Logan coughed. “Here, try mine.”

Leo regarded them with a healthy amount of disbelief. “Why are you all tasting it if you know it’s bad?”

“Because Marlene needs workable content.”

“Do it for the vine.”

“Because I’m a dumbass, rookie.” Kasey lifted the spatula up. “Cap, your fiancé made toxic sludge in cake form. Want some?”

Sirius hesitated, then sighed and headed over. Leo threw his hands in that air. “You, too?”

“What else am I supposed to—” Sirius faltered with a harsh exhale and braced his hands against the counter, licking his lips. “How many eggs did you put in that?”

“Four? Five?”

“How much cinnamon?”

“A teaspoon?”

Sirius took a fortifying breath through his nose. “Teaspoon or tablespoon?”

“Tablespoon,” Kasey answered for him. “Definitely a tablespoon. Try mine.”

“You two are never allowed in a kitchen again,” Sirius said, though he swiped his finger along the inside of Kasey’s bowl and tasted his batter with a grimace. “Ugh. It’s just melted butter.”

“How did you make it taste like salty butter and nothing else?” Logan asked, sounding genuinely interested.

“Well, Tremzy, I put salt and butter in it.”

Leo’s phone timer went off and he opened the oven door; four faces turned toward him in shock as he pulled a golden cake out and checked the center with a toothpick. Logan closed his eyes and bent closer, taking a deep inhale. “I wish the viewers could smell this, because it’s heaven.”

“Can it be my birthday instead?” Kasey asked. “Please?”

“Get back, you hyenas!” Leo whacked him lightly on the hand with a spoon when he reached out to poke the cake. “That oven was 350 degrees!”

Sirius glanced up at the camera. “That’s 177 degrees, for all you smart people out there.”

“Boo, Celsius.” Remus kissed his cheek. “You smell like sugar.”

“How much time do you all have left on your cakes?” Marlene asked from her perch next to the sink.

Logan, Remus, and Kasey shared a look before Logan turned back to her. “I don’t know?”

“You can’t answer that with another question,” she laughed.

“Ten minutes,” he guessed.

“Whenever it starts to smell good,” Remus said. “Though I doubt that’s going to happen.”

Kasey cocked his head and scanned Leo’s cake for a second. “When it starts looking like that.”

“It won’t,” Leo informed him.

“Damn, Knutty, okay.”

Marlene shook her head. “We’re going to cut filming until everyone’s cakes are out of the oven, but in the meantime we’ve got some special messages for our favorite redhead.”

A banner reading Happy Birthday, Finn! appeared on the screen with a burst of confetti before the usual studio replaced it, with its white walls and folding chairs. Dumo crossed one leg over the other with a soft smile. “One thing I admire about Finn is his tenacity. When he wants something, he’ll go for it with his whole heart.”

“I love his humor,” Leo said in the next short video. He was smiling as well, and had a faint blush on his freckled cheeks. “And the way he makes breakfast in the mornings. All the little things he does to make the people he loves happy. And he really does love with his whole heart. There’s no holding back with him.”

“Finn?” Sirius thought for a moment. “He’s a good person. I know that might sound lame, but he’s one of those people that you meet that always makes you feel happy, and confident, and supported. Anyone who meets him should count themselves lucky.”

Logan’s face was filled with nothing but affection. “I love his patience and his kindness. Whether that was helping me work on my English in college, or making the rookies feel welcome, or even the way he talks to complete strangers when they ask for directions on the street. Everything about him is kind.”

“Ah, jeez.” Remus bit his lower lip. “I think—I think what I admire most about Finn is that he never lets anyone else define who he is. He’s comfortable in himself and makes everyone around him feel safe. It’s sappy, but it’s true. He’s one of my best friends and I’m grateful for him every day.”

“He’s one of the most reliable people I’ve ever met,” James said. “Both on and off the ice. He will be there to support his friends in any capacity and I think we all need to be a little more like Finn that way.”

“Great player.” Arthur nodded. “Great player, and an even better teammate. I can put O’Hara anywhere on the ice and he’ll throw everything he’s got into doing his best. I can’t think of a single Lion who doesn’t love being on the same shift as him.”

Talker grinned, leaning back in his chair with a shake of his head. “Finn just loves hockey. He takes it seriously, of course, but he loves being out there with us and I’m always happy when we’re on a line together. He goes out there every night and has a blast. I admire a lot about him, but especially that.”

“It’s hard to pick one specific thing that I admire about him,” Kasey said, shifting in his chair. “He’s Finn. He’s annoying as all hell, and I love him for it. I’m not sure. Can I make a list?”

“Harzy is very cool,” Olli laughed. “Very cool and very fun to be around. He has a quick wit and truly cares about all of us.”

Kuny raised his eyebrows. “What I like about Harzy? Oh, everything. Everything. He is good friend, good teammate, always there when we need him. Good for Tremzy and Knutty, too. He would turn red like fire engine if he heard me. Don’t tell him I say that.”

The video changed to a wide view of the whole team as they waved to the camera. “Happy birthday, Harzy!” they chorused. “Bitch ass moves!”

The kitchen was much cleaner when the video resumed; all the cooking supplies had been taken away, leaving five hockey players with their cakes in front of them. Leo’s cake was a bit lopsided, though the yellow frosting was cheerful and even—next to him, Logan’s cake looked more like a squished loaf of bread. Sirius’ was plain and elegant, while Kasey’s frosting was still dripping as the camera zoomed in on it.

“Wow,” Finn said after a moment of silence from his seat at the main table, where five slices of cake had been placed on small plates with a label for each name. “Just…wow.”

“You can start with whichever one you want,” Marlene told him.

“I think I’ll save Cap and Leo’s for last. Uh, Kase, what happened here?”

Kasey sighed. “I wish I knew.”

Finn gave it a wary look, then took a bite; his chewing slowed to a stop almost immediately and Logan’s shoulders started to shake from his suppressed laughter. “You know it’s burnt on the outside and not cooked on the inside, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Just checking.” With great effort, he swallowed. “Why is it wet?”

“Your guess is as good as mine, man.”

Finn took the next plate, then paused. “Re, I love you, but…”

Remus shook his head. “I know.”

“I’m genuinely afraid to try this.”

“You should be.”

The second it touched his tongue, Finn started laughing. “Jesus, it’s a straight shot of cinnamon. Why is it crunchy?”

“It’s carrot cake!”

“You know I hate carrot cake!”

“Look, I gave it my best shot. It really wasn’t supposed to do…” He gestured at the plate. “That.”

“Lo, baby, please tell me yours is better than the last two.”

Logan thought for a moment. “It was made with love and that’s all that matters.”

Finn took a deep breath before taking a bite. A range of emotions washed over his face—pleasant surprise, then confusion, then horror, and finally disbelief. “I…what?”

“I don’t even know.”

He swallowed, then ate another bite. “Oh, bad idea. This—are there chocolate chips in here? And almonds?”

“Yeah. You like those, right?”

“Usually, yes. It’s kind of got the texture of fruitcake, but—” Finn broke off and picked the slice up, giving it a shake. Not even a crumb fell out of place, and the rest of the boys burst out laughing. “Lo. Logan. Light of my life, what the fuck?”

“Happy birthday?”

“This is the best birthday present ever. Alright, Cap, your turn.” He took a piece of Sirius’ cake and nodded. “Yep, that’s cake.”

Sirius blinked at him. “And?”

Finn shrugged. “It’s cake. Classic flavors, good texture. I like it. Definitely tastes like a cake you would make.”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

“He’s calling you basic,” Kasey said, patting Sirius’ shoulder sympathetically. “But hey, at least yours was cooked all the way.”

“And now for boyfriend number two,” Finn continued.

Leo rolled his eyes. “Boyfriend number two.”

“Oh, that’s so good,” Finn groaned around a mouthful of cake. His eyebrows pitched. “I love it.”

“What about it?” Marlene prompted.

“For starters, it’s cooked all the way through. The lemon is freakin’ amazing, and the frosting isn’t melting off the sides or anything. I can’t even taste everyone else’s anymore. It’s a helluva cake. Happy birthday to me. Will you make this every day?”

“No,” Leo said, though there was a pleased flush on his face. “But maybe on the weekend.”

Finn scraped the last of the crumbs off his plate. “Alright, everyone, come get a piece of this magic. Thank you for doing this, by the way. I know three of you hate baking.”

“It wasn’t that bad,” Logan admitted as he settled himself on one of Finn’s thighs with a slice of his own and kissed his temple. “Sorry for almost poisoning you. Oh, that is tasty.”

“I love you anyway. I think Loops and Bliz were actually the closest to doing that, so you’re all good.” Finn raised his eyebrows and craned his neck over Logan’s shoulder. “Speaking of…”

“Lasagna or chicken piccata?” Remus asked. Sirius took advantage of his moment of distraction by stealing a bite off his plate and received a playful glare in response, though it was soothed by a kiss on his cheek.

“Lasagna, please.”

“Does Friday work?”

Finn gave him a thumbs-up. “Sorry, Harzy,” Kasey said as he carefully got the last bits of frosting off his fork. “I have no marketable skills to apologize with. You don’t want me anywhere near a stove or an oven.”

A gleam lit in Finn’s eye. “Will you get in all your pads and play chicken with Knutty and I?”

“For the twentieth time—”

“It’s my birthday,” he wheedled, pouting his lower lip out with the Bambi eyes turned to full blast.

Kasey sighed. “Fine.”

“Hell yeah.”

“Thanks for joining us for our birthday celebration,” Marlene said with a smile. “The best estimations of these recipes are linked on our website, with a few tweaks to make sure none of your loved ones get food poisoning this August. Have a great day, Lions!”

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songtoyou · 3 years

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NyQuil, Cookies, and Popsicles

Paring: Angel Reyes x Reader

Rating: PG

Warnings: Not much. Some descriptions of the Reader being sick, but nothing graphic.

Word Count: 2,983

Story Summary: You have come down with a cold and Angel takes care of you. While you are sick, you reminisce about the first time you met Angel and the Clubhouse.

Story Snippet: Angel stuck his hand out, which you took. His large hand practically engulfed yours. You suddenly wondered what other parts of Angel were big. Quickly feeling the heat on your cheeks, you took your hand away and reverted to staring at your drink. You felt shy all of a sudden like you were twelve years old with a new crush. It was ridiculous. You were an adult. You shouldn't be developing a crush on a man you did not know—much less a man who was part of a notorious biker club.

A/N: This is fluff. Angel seems like such a sweetheart that I wanted to write a one-shot where he takes care of the Reader. Italics represent flashbacks.

Gif is not mine; it belongs to its rightful owner. So, gif credit goes to its original maker, @pantherclawz

Please do not post any of my fics to other sites without my permission.

"Mi Amor! It's me," Angel announced himself as he entered your home. Of course, he had a key, just as you had a key to his place. "Where are you?"

He could hear the sounds of coughing down the hall towards your room. Angel made his way down the hall and peaked in your bedroom, where he saw you burrowed under the covers. You didn't look good, to be honest.

"Whoa, querida, you look gross."

You would have punched Angel in the groin for his lack of tact if you had the strength. However, you could barely get up with this cold you came down with and were now stuck at home in bed.

"Angel, my dear, you are lucky…." You were about to say but ended up in another coughing fit. Leaning over the garbage can, you spit up some phlegm.

"Jesus Christ, okay, let me help you. Sit back," instructed Angel and checked your temperature by touching your forehead with his hand. You were clammy and hot. "How long have you been sick? I just saw you two days ago."

"It started as a sore throat yesterday. Now it is full-blown cold. I probably got it from someone at the beauty salon," you told Angel, reaching for a tissue. You tried to blow your nose but stopped when your head began to hurt. "Ouch! I can't even blow my nose. It's like a sharp shooting pain."

"Probably a sinus headache," said Angel nodding his head, "What? I know stuff. I'm not just a pretty face."

Scratching his beard, Angel went into your bathroom to see if you had any medicine. All you had was NyQuil. He came back to your room and poured some NyQuil into the small measuring cup.

"Here, take this to help you sleep. I'll stop by the drug store to pick up some sinus medication. That should make you feel better. Have you eaten anything?"

You downed the medicine in one gulp. NyQuil always tasted awful. "No, I haven't been able to make anything. While you are out, can you pick up orange juice and Seven-Up? Oh, and maybe stop by the Golden Dragon Chinese place to get me some won-ton soup? Please?"

"Of course I will, mi dulce," answered Angel happily. He could never say no to you. Plus, you were sick, so that means he would do pretty much anything for you.

"And popsicles for my sore throat. Just get the regular size ones, not those big orange dick-looking ones you like."

"Hey, I like those big orange dick ones," teased Angel and kissed you on your sweaty forehead.

"Eww, don't do that, or you'll end up getting sick," you reprimanded Angel and lightly pushed him away from you.

"Mami, I don't get sick. I'll be fine. See you in a few."

"Take my car!" you yelled to Angel's retreating form. You wished you hadn't shouted as it made your throat worse.

You burrowed further under the covers; the NyQuil was starting to take effect. As drowsiness began to settle down your cough, you began to reminisce of the time you first met Angel. It was about a year ago since first being introduced to the biker and his brothers at the Club. You had no idea how much this man would change your life for the better if you hadn't driven your friend Lisa to the Mayan Clubhouse that one day you wouldn't have met the man who would become the love of your life.

~One year ago~

"Am I even allowed to go in there?" you asked your friend, Lisa. She had called earlier asking if you could drive her to some clubhouse. Lisa said she needed to drop off lunch for her boyfriend, Gilly, and his friends.

Since moving to Santo Padre to help out at your aunt's beauty salon, you heard rumors about the town's motorcycle club and the nefarious activities they participated in, such as working with the Galindo Cartel. When Lisa clarified that it would be the Mayans MC, you had some reservations about going with her. You weren't one to cause trouble or seek it out.

"Yes, you can go in there. Come inside and have a drink. I won't be too long, but it's better in there than staying out in this heat," said Lisa and got out of the car. You followed along to help her carry the food inside.

Lisa already made her way inside while you continued to grab the other bagged items. Your arms were pretty full, and it was challenging to carry all of the bags.

"Hey, do you need any help?" a voice spoke up behind you.

Startled, you turned around to see an attractive young guy with a megawatt smile offering to help.

"Yes, please. If you could take the water, that would be great." You handed over the water, which the guy took with ease. He also took two of the bags you were holding and walked with you inside the Clubhouse.

Entering the establishment, you saw Lisa setting the food on one of the tables. She was carefully putting everything out for the guys, well, mainly for Gilly. Lisa explained the importance of a good impression an "old lady" can have on the Club. One wrong move on Lisa's part, and it could reflect poorly, not only on her but on Gilly as well.

"Ezekiel!" Lisa beamed and gave the guy next to her a hug. "How are you?"

"I'm doing good, Lisa."

You stood off to the side, putting things on the table, watching the exchange. "Ezekiel, this is my friend, Y/N. Y/N, this is Ezekiel Reyes. Everyone calls him EZ, though. He is a new Prospect for the Club."

Sticking your hand out to greet the man now known as Ezekiel, he did the same. "What's a Prospect?" you asked, confused. You had much to learn about MC culture.

Ezekiel chuckled, and Lisa merely smiled at you. "It means I'm not a member yet. I can participate in club activities, but I don't have voting privileges."

"But hopefully, EZ will get his patch soon," Lisa chimed in and patted him on the back. You couldn't help but smile at EZ and how he was blushing. He was cute and seemed like a total sweetheart. But EZ was not your type.

You were more into guys who appeared dangerous. But not an asshole. No, the guy had to have a soft side to him to get your attention—none of this toxic-masculinity bullshit. However, you weren't ready to be in a relationship after having just got out of one. Well, maybe not recently, more like four months ago. But you were pacing yourself and not in a hurry to get back in the dating game.

The three of you continued to chit-chat while organizing the food and drinks on the table. You had to chuckle at Lisa, making sure everything was in order. Eventually, you and EZ sat at the bar to get a drink while Lisa obsessed over the table setting.

"Is it really a big deal if something is out of place?" you asked EZ, pointing over at Lisa.

EZ shook his head, "Nah, not when it comes to food. The guys will eat almost anything and will greatly appreciate the gesture from Lisa. It'll earn her points and make Gilly happy."

"Well, I would sure hope so," you quipped, sipping on your rum and coke. "That girl over there spent hours making different kinds of sandwiches, bought an array of chips, and even got me to bake cookies. I almost told her just to buy some cookies, but Lisa was adamant that they needed to be my famous chocolate cookies. They are Gilly's favorite now."

Looking at his watch, EZ got up from the barstool and made his way behind the bar. He began uncorking many beer bottles and setting them atop the bar. Soon, the Clubhouse became loud when a group of men entered from a back room. All were wearing similar vests with patches on them. Many stopped to grab a beer and say 'hi' to EZ and then move on the grab something to eat. None paid you any mind, which you were grateful for as you didn't like unwanted attention. You weren't here to stand out or become an acquaintance at the Club. As soon as you finished your drink, you would head on out.

You noticed EZ return with one of your cookies in hand, munching away.

"Holy shit, Y/N! These chocolate chip cookies are good," EZ praised with his mouthful. "What is that…cinnamon…."

"Shush!" you hissed, looking around to make sure no one overheard him. "It's one of the secret ingredients to help enhance the chocolate chip flavor. Thankfully, I have another secret ingredient that you won't ever be able to figure out."

Shortly, another man approached the bar. He was also munching away at one of your cookies. "You made these?" he asked, which you nodded somewhat dumbfounded. The guy was probably the most beautiful man you ever saw. With tattoos lining both arms, slicked-back black hair, full beard that looked like he kept well-groomed, the man was the embodiment of sex on legs.

"Y/N, this is my brother, Angel. Angel, this is Y/N. She is friends with Lisa."

Angel stuck his hand out, which you took. His large hand practically engulfed yours. You suddenly wondered what other parts of Angel were big. Quickly feeling the heat on your cheeks, you took your hand away and reverted to staring at your drink. You felt shy all of a sudden like you were twelve years old with a new crush. It was ridiculous. You were an adult. You shouldn't be developing a crush on a man you did not know—much less a man who was part of a notorious biker club.

Smirking at having caused you to blush, Angel popped the last bit of cookie in his mouth and got up from the barstool. You watched as he made his way over to Gilly and Lisa, who were sitting at a table with other members.

"Oh my God, I'm such a spazz," you said, completely embarrassed, and took a bar napkin to begin wiping the sweat on your forehead.

EZ chuckled and patted you on the hand. "It's okay. You're not the first woman that Angel has that effect on."

"Your brother is so fucking hot," you leaned in to whisper. "Like, goddamn, I've never seen a man look like that."

"Oh, querida, you need to get out more if that is true," EZ joked and offered to refill your drink, but you declined.

You told him that you needed to head out and that it was nice meeting him.

"Hey, Y/N," EZ said before as you got off the barstool, "You should stop by the Club more often. It doesn't get too crazy around here, and even when it does, you'll be fine. Since you are a friend of Lisa, no one will bother you."

You were hesitant to accept EZ's offer. It was nice of him to do so since you didn't get out much around town. But you weren't sure being associated with the Mayans MC was a good idea.

"Uh, I'll have to think about it," you told him as you walked over to Lisa and Gilly with EZ trailing behind.

Seeing you walk over, Lisa asked if you were heading out.

"Oh come one, Y/N, stay for a bit," Gilly pleaded and introduced you to Hank, Chucky, and Coco, who were also at their table.

You said hello to the guys but proceeded to tell Lisa and Gilly that you needed to get going. Out of the corner of your eye, you could feel Angel's eyes on you. Again, it made you nervous (in a good way), and you could feel sweat dripping down your body. 'Was there no air conditioning in this place?' you wondered.

Standing up, Lisa hugged you. "Thanks for driving me and helping me with the food. The guys love your cookies, by the way." Hank, Gilly, Chucky, and Coco all nodded in agreement.

You bid your goodbyes once again and headed towards the exit.

"Wait," EZ spoke up, "I can walk…."

"I can walk you out," Angel said quickly, shooting up from his chair and making his way over to you. He didn't even bother to give EZ a chance. However, you don't think EZ minded as you saw a smirk on his face as you left the Clubhouse with Angel.

As Angel walked you to your car, there was a tad awkwardness between you two as neither knew what to say to one another. Eventually, you decided to break the ice and ask Angel what he does for the Club. He pointed to the patch on his kutte that read, 'El Secretario.'

"Wow, that is quite impressive," you marveled at Angel's patch. "I bet you have a lot of responsibilities."

It was true. Since being promoted to 'El Secretario,' Angel's status within the Mayans was responsible for the Club's record keeping. It wasn't an easy job, and at first, he was uncertain if he would be able to rise to the challenge. But with the support of his brothers, Angel flourished. He might not have an eidetic memory like EZ. Still, Angel managed to organize, collect and adequately store important information, so it is not used against its members. Such information included a member's government name, home address, contact information, next of kin information, medical limitations, allergies, work address, bike vehicle identification number, license plate number, and any inquiries within the charter. He took his role seriously and wouldn't do anything to damage it.

"I bet it takes a lot to impress you, querida," Angel added as he leaned closer to you.

"Oh, it does. I'm not one to be easily captivated by another person, especially not one who I just met."

Angel took you in, and he liked what he saw. You were attractive, that was for sure. But there was something else about you that appealed to Angel. Maybe it was the way you blushed around him or how you were willing to help a friend out. He could assess that you had a kind heart and were the type of person to go to bat for your friends. That was a quality that Angel liked in others. He wanted to get to know you better.

Hoping that today was not a one-time visit, Angel invited you to a party the Club was having later in the week. It was the same invitation that EZ asked you not too long ago. However, unlike with EZ's invitation, you weren't hesitant to accept Angel's invitation.

You got in your car and bid Angel goodbye, saying you would see him later.

"I look forward to it, mi dulce," Angel flirted and smiled as he saw you avert your eyes and blush bashfully.

~Present Day~

You woke up looking around confused. You were sure how long you had been sleeping. Getting up, you made your way out of the bedroom and into the living area, where you saw Angel sitting on the couch, nursing a beer and watching television.

When Angel saw you, he quickly got up and guided you over to the couch. "How are you feeling?"

"Tired," you answered, still groggy.

He retreated to the kitchen to get you some orange juice and warm up your won-ton soup.

"Why didn't you wake up when you got home?" you asked Angel looking over as he moved around in your kitchen.

"Babe, you were completely out cold when I got back. I figured you needed the sleep."

Walking back over to you with a glass of orange, Angel set it on the coffee table and popped two Sudafed pills for you to take. You quickly washed the pills down with the juice and hoped they would take effect soon. Angel then brought the reheated soup over, which helped soothe your throat. You scarfed it down in no time and asked for a second bowl.

After you were satiated with a full belly of won-ton soup, you cuddled next to Angel on the couch, sucking on a popsicle. You already felt better, and it was because of your guy. You loved how Angel would do anything for you just as you would do anything for him. He continued to take care of you until you were one hundred percent better.

Unfortunately, a couple of days after you finally recuperated from your cold; Angel was the one who needed you to play nurse. He was so cute when he got sick. First, you had to coax Angel into finally admitting that he caught your cold. The man was stubborn as an ox. Hung like one too, but you didn't need to go there with your dirty mind. Your man was sick and needed you. Just as Angel took care of you when you were ill, you were more than willing to do the same.

One thing you made sure to do, per Angel’s request, was to bring him your famous chocolate chip cookies.

“Anything for you, mi Amor,” you smiled and wrapped Angel up in the blankets on his bed.

Angel finally took his medicine after you got him to admit he needed to take it. You reassured him that he was still a tough guy and that taking cold medicine was not a sign of weakness. He was still adorable. That would never change.

It was Angel’s soft snores that let you know he had finally fallen asleep. You kissed him on the forehead and ran your hands through his silky dark locks. Leaving Angel alone to get some rest, you quietly stepped out of his room and into the kitchen to begin the process of making the cookies he requested.

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Grounded - Levi Ackerman x Reader

I had this whole thing typed out but it all got deleted cuz im an idiot so all I’ll say is that writing for Levi is hella difficicult, I hate the ending, and I hope you all enjoy. also yes there is a line from TWD in here but it fit so perfectly and it was too good to pass up okay? and I gave Hange they/them pronouns btw

(also one of my favorite fanfic writers @phen0l followed me and uhh I just wanna say that I’m honored?? They write amazing Levi fics and fics for other fandoms, so make sure to go check them out)

Summary: The Scouts are getting ready for the 57th expedition outside the walls, and you can’t help but let Levi know how worried you feel about the possible outcome of the mission

Word count: 6.8k

Warnings/other info: swearing, angst, death, spoilers for AOT season 1, reader has possible anxiety, reader is kept gender nuetral

No matter how many times you face them, no matter how many times you find yourself suspended in mid-air right over their gaping mouths, ready to swallow you whole, you will always have nightmares about that one fateful day in Shiganshina. The day the Colossal Titan kicked in Wall Maria and let his friends feast on the people in your district. Your friends, family, all destined to be one thing at that moment. Titan fodder. You still wonder how you made it out sometimes. How through all the commotion, a titan didn’t target you and scoop you into its mouth, effectively sealing your fate just like everyone around you. You chalked it up to luck at first before telling yourself that was bullshit. Luck didn’t have anything to do with it. Shit just happens, and there’s nothing you can do about it besides roll with the punches and try your best to survive.

The sight of your sister and father being eaten by those beasts was permanently engraved behind your eyelids, seeing flashes of their thrashing, screaming bodies whenever you close your eyes to go to sleep. In those moments, you always wondered why you survived rather than them. Your sister… she was the sweetest little thing, lighting up a room whenever she smiled and constantly greeting you at the door with a hug whenever you came back from shopping in town. You swore her laugh was all you needed to take you right out of a bad mood, reminding you that things weren’t so bad if you had someone so full of joy in your life. And your father, while he was stubborn, he made sure to take care of his family the best he could, and you were forever grateful for that. He raised you to be strong and rely on yourself because in the end, the only person you truly had on your side was you.

No one really knew about your past. Well, besides your superiors who needed to know, but other than them, your fellow cadets knew the bare minimum about your private life. Although, when they found out you were from Shiganshina, they all just automatically assumed you suffered a great loss of some kind, whether it be your family or your home. In your case, it was both. Of course, you were close with some of the other soldiers. Eld and Petra were people you considered to be good friends with, along with the rest of your captain’s squad. Though, that didn’t stop you from wanting to deck Oluo in the face whenever he got too cocky, throwing his arm around your shoulders during lunch before immediately removing it when you would elbow him in the ribs.

“Jeez, Oluo. You think you’d learn by now. What is this, the fifth, sixth time?” Petra asked, pushing a stray hand of hair behind her ear.

“Seventh,” you chimed as you brought a spoonful of soup up to your mouth.

“Aw, you’ve been keeping count. That must mean you actually like me.”

You raised an eyebrow as you looked over at him, placing the spoon back in your bowl before licking the remaining soup off of your lips. “You know this food is still steaming. Don’t make me throw it at your old ass face.”

He let out a noise of protest while the rest of the table laughed, and you snickered to yourself before shifting your gaze to meet Levi’s, his steely eyes almost piercing through you before he looked down into his cup and tuned back into the conversation his commander and squad leader Hange were having, watching as the dark liquid swirled around.

You always knew Levi to be a man of few words, but a strong sense of purpose. He wasn’t one to waste time on trivial things, always wanting to get straight to the point. He didn’t seem to be the type to waste time on feelings either, but you guessed it wasn’t any of your business. You knew he felt things. Experienced emotions and all that. You’d be stupid to think he didn’t. During training, when he’d survey your group to see how things were going, there would always be gossip when he left, your peers saying how he was cold and emotionless, but you disagreed. You had already heard the rumors of the captain being some type of underground gangster at that point, so when you really thought about it, it wasn’t unusual or weird for him to act the way he did. Something, someone, had made him that way, and that was okay. Something had affected all of you too. The world you all lived in didn’t have the time to spare you from grief or trauma.

“Cadet l/n.”

You jumped slightly at the sudden mention of your name, lifting your head to see your captain entering the mess hall with a signature cup of tea in his hand, and you gave him a lazy smile before looking back down at your own cup, the liquid having gone cold over the time you had been sitting there. Levi didn’t reprimand you for not saluting him, just silently walked over and occupied the seat across from you, looking at you with that stern gaze of his.

“You should be asleep. I won’t make training any easier for you tomorrow just because you’re tired.”

“This isn’t unusual for me, captain. Just needed something else to look at that wasn’t my bedroom wall,” you said, your voice quiet.

He slightly tilted his head as he studied you, lifting his hand to gesture around the room. “And you thought an empty mess hall would be better?”

You let out a scoff, meeting his eyes for a moment before sipping at your drink and immediately grimacing at the taste of it. “It’s better than the alternative. For now, at least.”

He didn’t respond at first, simply staring off into the distance as he let your words sink in before setting down his cup with a soft ‘clink.’ You thought that maybe if you weren’t so over everything at the moment, you wouldn’t be acting so casual with your superior, but he didn’t seem to be bothered by it. Hopefully this wouldn’t bite you in the ass later

“You’re not the first one here to experience nightmares, you know.”

“Oh, so you have this talk with all of the cadets in the middle of the night?”

“No,” he answered simply, taking another sip of his drink.

You didn’t know why, but that simple interaction had been the best one you had with another person in months. Sure, you loved the company of your friends, but talking to Levi was just so… different. Almost liberating in a way. There were things you had told him that you never told anyone else during your late-night meetings, and it got to the point where you had found yourself looking forward to talking with him. Because you knew that behind his gaze was a man that felt so much, and you knew what that was like.

“You know… I only really made it out because they were too busy eating my family.”

Levi paused at that, eyebrows slightly raised as he looked at you over his cup that was pressed to his lips. He didn’t speak at first, taking his time as he leisurely drank his tea, and you could practically feel the depth of the silence looming over the both of you like it was its own presence.

“Shit, maybe I should’ve just kept my mouth shut,” you thought, teeth digging into your bottom lip as you anxiously waited for Levi’s response.

You didn’t want him to pity you. That was never your intention. You guessed you just.... wanted someone to know what you were thinking and feeling, tired of constantly keeping it to yourself. If you got eaten by a titan one day, you’d at least want someone to know who you were. Who you really were.

“Sorry, I um…” you looked around at everything besides the man sitting in front of you, trying to find a way to fill the silence. “You probably don’t wanna hear some sob story from some cadet, I-”

“‘Some cadet?’”

Your eyes snapped over to his, mouth slightly agape before swallowing thickly. “I… Well I mean-”

“Talking like that about yourself isn’t going to change anything or make anything better. You’re not just some cadet, and I’m even willing to say that you’re not as bad as some of the shit-for-brains we have here. You came here to do the same thing everyone else is here to do. Fight for humanity. Whether your end goal is selfish or to try and relieve yourself of some guilt from the past, it doesn’t matter.” He leaned closer to you, elbows placed on the table as he pinned you with his gaze. “Every life sacrificed out there matters. So does yours, even if you don’t think it does. And it’s our job to make sure those soldiers don’t die in vain.

You didn’t know what to say. No one had ever really talked to you like this, so how could you know how to respond? Luckily, he started speaking again so that you didn’t have to.

“Your family… it’s a shame what happened to them. What you had to go through. But, their deaths will be avenged, and I will make damn sure of it.”

That night was the first time you cried in probably months. You thought Levi would think of you as some pathetic little soldier, trying to gain the sympathy of their captain, but he didn’t. He just placed a hand over yours and let you cry, and you remembered how you were sort of surprised by how warm he was. You remember that talk like it was only yesterday when in reality it was years ago. You and Levi didn’t talk as much as you used to, considering the fact that he was constantly busy with helping the titan shifter cadet, Eren Jaeger, and you had been recruited to squad leader, so you had your own people to deal with. But that didn’t mean you two never spoke. Whenever your paths crossed, you’d make sure to give him a little greeting, whether it was a simple wave or a “hello.” And occasionally, when you couldn’t sleep and you’d come down to the mess hall, he was there, a steaming cup of tea in front of him, and you’d talk for a few hours until you both agreed it was time to try and catch some sleep.

Now, the soldiers were getting ready for the 57th expedition, and you couldn’t shake off the bad feeling you got whenever you thought about it. Of course, every expedition was dangerous. More often than not, the scouts would come back from outside the walls with more than a few dead, and on bad days, their numbers would be cut in half. Eren was making progress, and you hoped he would be useful, but a part of you was still doubtful.

“I’m worried,” you stated, arms crossed over your chest as you stood next to Levi, watching the cadets train vigorously.

“You always worry.”

You glanced over at the man and huffed, seeing him completely focused on the soldiers before you lightly kicked your boot into the dirt. “I guess that’s kinda my thing, isn’t it? Can you blame me though? We’ve seen what Eren can do, but… he hardly has it under control. And this isn’t exactly a normal expedition.”

“Things will turn out the way they turn out. There’s nothing we can do except make sure things go the best way they can.”

You sighed. Levi was able to reassure you most of the time, but other times he did nothing to calm your nerves. It wasn’t his job to, though. His responses were straightforward, and if you didn’t like it then that was just something you had to deal with.

“Ever the optimist, Levi,” you said, a sarcastic lilt to your voice, and you smiled when he glanced at you before shaking his head.

“Hey! You’re not here to slack off. Pick up the pace before I make you all train through dinner.”

You were used to Levi giving out orders. Hell, he gave them to you all the time, but his commanding voice sent shivers down your spine at that moment.

“He’s a freaking tiny tyrant, I swear,” you heard one of the cadets mutter, and you couldn’t help but snicker as you turned your head away from your captain, covering your mouth to conceal your smile.

“Find something funny?”

You cleared your throat as you shook your head, turning to Levi with a grin and shrugging your shoulders. “Not at all, captain. Just have a little cough is all.”

“Mhm. Maybe I should make you run it off then.”

“Aw c’mon, Levi. Have a little laugh. We all need one once in a while, especially considering the day you’re all going to have tomorrow.”

He just let out a hum, and your smile slowly dropped as you looked out at the horizon, the sky painted in beautiful strokes of orange and pink. Yes, you were right, you all needed those small moments of joy in this fucked up world you lived in, but you weren’t stupid enough to believe that those moments could last forever. Sometimes you just had to face the reality of the situation you were all in, and you couldn’t help the feeling of dread that filled you as you thought about tomorrow.

“You’re overthinking. Stop it,” Levi said, snapping you out of your thoughts.

You shook your head and gave him a smile that felt bittersweet. “I can’t help it sometimes. I wish I could go with you.”

“We have enough force and skill in the recruits we have for the expedition. It would be a waste to put you and your squad into it and leave you hanging with no real job to do.”

“No real job? We’d be doing what everyone else would be; killing titans and keeping Eren safe! How would we not be useful? You know for a fact that my squad and I are plenty skilled and-”

“We can’t risk more sacrifices by putting you out there. We have enough people to hopefully accomplish what we need to.”

“Then why wasn’t my squad a first choice to go beyond the walls this time? We’re more capable than most of the people here and you know it. Maybe if I talk to Erwin he’ll-”

“This wasn’t just Erwin’s decision, it was mine. And your insubordination is starting to get irritating, so I suggest you take a walk.”

You looked at Levi with widened eyes, disbelief clear on your face, and you swallowed down what you actually wanted to say before letting out a deep breath.

“Levi, I-”

“Take a walk, l/n. I don’t wanna hear about it.”

You simply blinked at him a few times, clearly upset by the way he addressed you, before letting out a scoff and walking away, your jaw and fists clenched tightly. Yes, maybe you were being a bit childish, but you refused to acknowledge that when you felt so pissed at the moment.

“I mean, how can he just treat me like that?! Just completely dismiss me and not even give me a reasonable answer! He’s so… He’s just so… Ugh!”

You groaned and rested your head in your hands as you sat across from Hange, your friend looking at you with raised brows as they idly tapped their fingers against the table.

“I mean, he is your superior, y/n.”

“But that’s not the point! Like, yeah okay, I know he’s my captain and all that, but… We’ve always just been casual with each other. We’ve never seen each other as our ranks. I still respect him and follow his orders when he gives them but…” You let out a noise of frustration and slammed your fists down on the table. “That doesn’t give him the right to just pull out the superiority card whenever it benefits him!”

Hange blinked a few times before letting out a sigh, brushing a piece of stray hair out of their face as they leaned back in their chair, shrugging their shoulders. “I mean, he said it was also his decision, right? So maybe… he’s trying to keep you safe?”

Your eyes widened almost comically, feeling heat travel up the back of your neck at the mention of the possibility that Levi was concerned about your safety. “I-I… I mean he- um.”

“Oh my, are you getting flustered, y/n? Does the thought of Levi caring about you make your heart race?” Hange asked, a playful smirk on their face.

“Stop! For the love of everything, please stop,” you whined, waving your hands in front of you as you tried to ignore how embarrassed you felt.

Hange just laughed at you, continuing to poke fun until you threatened to not be a part of their crazy experiments anymore, to which they quickly backed off. You thought talking with Hange might make you feel better, but hours later when you were pacing in front of the door to Levi’s office, you still wanted to rip your hair out as you thought of what to say to him. Letting out a huff and straightening your posture, trying to gain some nerve, you raised your hand to knock on the door, only for it to suddenly open and reveal your captain, his cravat having come off and the first few buttons of his shirt undone.

“Your incessant pacing is driving me up the wall. What do you want?”

Oh, so he had heard you. You avoided eye-contact, reaching a hand up to rub at the back of your neck before clearing your throat to try and relieve some of the awkwardness you felt.

“Um… can I come in?”

You both stood there for a moment, Levi’s gaze traveling up and down your body before stepping aside to let you in, and you gave him a small, appreciative nod as you walked inside his office. The tension in your shoulders was almost painful, your whole body almost stiff as Levi walked in front of you to sit on the edge of his desk, crossing his arms over his chest. You didn’t know why you felt so nervous. It was only Levi, a man you had come to know for years. And while you didn’t know everything about him, you still considered you both to be somewhat close. So why were you feeling so weird right now?

“Uh… I wanted to talk about this afternoon,” you said, mindlessly fidgeting with your fingers.

Levi raised a curious brow, letting you linger in silence for a moment before letting out a soft hum. “Not sure it’s something worth talking about.”

Lips curving into a small frown, you mimicked his posture and crossed your arms, shifting your weight onto one foot. “Well, I think we left some things… unaddressed back there, and I wanna talk about it.”

He didn’t say anything, and you were starting to get pissed, your fuse short enough as it is. Your frustration finally hit its peak when he grabbed the cup of tea next to him and wordlessly took a sip, and you swore at that moment you wanted to take the cup and smash it against his head.

“Goddammit, would you stop drinking your stupid fucking tea and listen to me?!” you yelled, and you could see a flash of shock in his eyes at your outburst before he glared at you, setting his cup down.

“You wanna repeat that?”

“Oh, don’t get all fucking ‘Captain Levi’ on me. You know exactly what all of this is about. You didn’t even try to give me a reasonable explanation earlier, and I feel like I deserve one.”

“Do you? You think you deserve something for acting like this?”

“I’m not a child!”

“But I am your superior, which you seem to forget quite a lot.”

“That is such bullshit! Since when have you given two fucks about ranks when it comes to us? I follow your orders when I have to, not when you use your superiority when it’s most convenient for you.”

Levi clicked his tongue as he got off of his desk, rounding it to sit in his chair, and your fists were clenched so tightly it was becoming almost painful, your nails digging into your palms.

“You know, you say you’re not a child, yet you constantly act like one. Throwing a fit when you don’t get your way. Sometimes I wonder why Erwin made the decision to promote you.”

Your eyes widened as you softly gasped, questioning if you heard Levi correctly, but you know you did. There was no mistaking it. You always believed that Levi knew that you were capable, that you could protect yourself. But now he made you question if he really thought those things. Did he even respect you as a soldier? After countless nights of spilling your guts to him and him reassuring you… did he think of you as just some simple-minded cadet? You felt like your heart was in your throat and tears were threatening to spill, but you just swallowed everything down and turned your head away.

“Good luck on the expedition tomorrow,” you muttered, and you were quick to leave his office and rush back to your room, tears spilling down your cheeks.

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When it came time for your fellow scouts to leave for the expedition in the morning, you were a bit reluctant to watch them, knowing that you’d end up automatically spotting Levi in the crowd, and the petty side of you wanted to ignore him at all costs. However, the rational side of you remembered that it wasn’t just Levi going out there, it was other soldiers as well, most of them you knew personally, and you’d be damned if you didn’t give them a proper send-off, knowing the likelihood of some of them not making it back. So, you dragged yourself out of bed and made yourself presentable, slipping on your jacket as you stepped out of your room.

“Y/n!”

You turned at the shout of your name, seeing Hange waving excitedly at you as they jogged down the hall, slowing down to walk with you.

“So? How did it go with Captain Shorty?”

You groaned and rolled your eyes, bringing your fingers up to rub at your temples to try and cease the headache you already felt coming. “I don’t even wanna talk about it.”

“Dang, that bad, huh?” Hange grimaced.

“You have no idea. I just wanna forget about it”

Hange didn’t say anything more on the topic after that, simply talking about random things with you as you walked outside to the stables. You had a bad feeling settled in your stomach ever since you woke up, but as more time passed it just got worse.

“Hange,” you muttered, the squad leader turning towards you with raised eyebrows as they held the reins to their horse.

“Uh… Please be careful out there, okay?”

Hange looked shocked for a moment before their mouth split into a wide grin, and they quickly pulled you into a tight hug, which you immediately reciprocated.

“Aw, y/n! Don’t worry about me, I’m always careful!”

“That is such a lie, but I’ll believe you anyway,” you chuckled.

Pulling away from each other, Hange mounted their horse and joined the rest of the scouts at the gate, and you went to stand at the sidelines with the rest of your peers to watch them. Your eyes immediately caught sight of a head of familiar black hair, and you felt your heart grow heavy and your chest tighten, almost wishing he would feel your gaze and look over at you. But he didn’t and with Erwin’s war-cry, they charged through the open gate, the horses kicking up dirt and dust, and you only got a glance at their retreating figures before the gate was closed again.

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Every minute that ticked by felt like hours. You didn’t know how long they would be gone, the time usually spent outside the walls ranging from a few hours to a few days. You hoped it was the former, knowing that the longer they were out there, the more likely they were to get killed. You knew your comrades were skilled, having been outside the walls with them and seen their skills up close, but that didn’t stop you from worrying. Now with the Eren being a titan shifter and a traitor in your midst, anything could happen.

You almost didn’t acknowledge the shouting of your fellow soldiers that afternoon, too focused on taking care of some of the horses in the stables. But when you finally heard it, you quickly stopped what you were doing and ran to the gate. They were back. Adrenaline coursed through you as your heart pounded like a drum against your chest, and when you finally caught sight of the returning scouts, you immediately stopped in your tracks. The look on their faces was one of defeat, and you could already tell just by looking at them that not all of them made it back. When you spotted Hange, you felt some relief wash over you and you quickly made your way over to them, walking beside their horse.

“Hange, what happened? Was the mission successful?”

Hange didn’t answer, a blank look on their face, which was identical to the expressions on all of the other soldier’s faces. It was a bad day, that much you could tell, and you made brief eye-contact with Levi before looking for your friends. Only… you couldn’t see them. Turning around frantically, you spotted Eren laying in a cart and ran over, jumping in beside him as you glanced at his hand clutching Mikasa’s. He looked even worse than everyone else did. No, loss was never easy, but Eren was just a kid, and experiencing so much of it at his age must have been devastating for him, especially when he was so passionate about saving humanity.

“Eren, tell me what happened. Who… Who did we lose?” you asked.

You didn’t even know if you wanted to know the answer, seeing Eren so broken and torn up already told you that what happened out there wasn’t good, but when was it ever? The boy had tears falling down his cheeks, trying to keep his sobs quiet, and Mikasa just looked at you with narrowed eyes.

“Y/n, I don’t think right now’s a good time-”

“Please!” You gripped the cape that was laid over top of Eren, eyes focussed on the blue and white wings embroidered on the back and you sniffled as you tried to hold back the tears that were desperately trying to come out. “I… I need to know. Please, Eren…”

He stared at you with wide eyes, Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed before letting out a shuddered breath. “They… We were after the female titan and she… I couldn’t save them, y/n. They died protecting me!”

Your face seemed void of any emotion as Eren’s words sunk in, piercing your heart like a million knives, and all you did was nod silently before jumping out of the cart, your mind going on autopilot as you walked. You didn’t need him to explain who he was talking about for you to already put the pieces together. Levi had told you that Eren was going to be a part of his squad so that he could keep an eye on him, and his squad was in charge of protecting him. He had become humanity’s number one asset after all. Civilians were shouting at all of you, cursing at you and hurling insults at your face. You weren’t even one of the scouts on the expedition, but that didn’t matter. As long as you wore the wings of freedom on your back, you were a bastard like the rest of them. No more, no less.

You had stumbled too close to the crowd, too preoccupied with your thoughts to even notice, until a large man gripped your shoulders and pushed you in front of the horses, your body landing harshly in the dirt as some of the people laughed at you. You heard someone shout your name, but it sounded distant to you, everyone’s drowned out underneath the roaring of your thoughts. You shifted yourself onto your hands and knees, only to look up and see Hange crouched down in front of you, a concerned expression on their face.

“Y/n, are you okay? Can you hear me?”

There was a ringing in your ears as you looked at them, trying desperately to just get a grip.

The dirt under my hands, the dryness in my mouth, the shouts of the citizens, the musty smell of the horses… Hange right in front of me.

“I’m fine. I… I’m fine.”

The single tear slipping down your cheek went unnoticed by you, but it was one of the things that let Hange know that you were lying. That you weren’t fine. Reaching out to wipe the tear away Hange shook their head.

“Y/n-”

“I’ll see you later, okay?”

Giving Hange a tight-lipped smile, you picked yourself up off the ground and made your way back to the Scout’s headquarters, feeling everyone’s eyes on your back, and you couldn’t help but wonder if Levi was watching you too.

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You didn’t keep track of how long you cried that day, keeping yourself locked in your room and sobbing until your body physically couldn’t produce any more tears. The last time you cried this much was when your family died, same thing could be said when you thought about the last time you felt this way. Like all hope was lost. You found yourself questioning what the point of all of this was for a moment before you quickly slapped yourself out of that thought. You knew why you had to do this, why the Survey Corps was important. But shit, all this loss? You didn’t know how much more you could take. Especially if days like today became more frequent.

Then you got to thinking about Levi and the stupid argument you had yesterday. At the time, you felt like your feelings were justified, and maybe they were, but now you felt like a complete idiot for arguing with him, especially the day before an expedition where it was one hundred percent possible that he could’ve died out there. The thought of your last interaction being some petty argument made more tears fall, and you gripped the sheets of your bed so tightly that you thought they might rip. Did he even want to speak to you now? Maybe he realized that you were just some immature little soldier and wanted nothing to do with you.

No, you couldn’t accept that. You wouldn’t. Standing from your bed, you harshly wiped at your eyes and sniffled, trying to look like you weren’t crying for hours on end - even though it was pointless, you knew Levi would be able to tell immediately - and exited your room to start making your way to Levi’s office. Your nerves were kicked into high gear, but you refused to let this man intimidate you. You were going to let him know how you felt and he was going to listen. Of course, your confidence immediately deflated when you found yourself standing in front of his door, but you swallowed down your nerves and knocked, taking a deep breath.

Levi’s muffled voice came from the other side of the door, telling you to come in, and you let out a small huff as you gripped the doorknob and let yourself in. He didn’t even look up from the paperwork in front of him when you walked in, and as the door closed behind you and you moved to stand in front of his desk with your hands held behind your back, you lightly cleared your throat to get his attention. His eyes flickered up to meet yours, and you could feel yourself shrink under his gaze. There was no doubt he saw what happened earlier today when they came back, and from the way he was examining you, you knew he could easily tell that you had been crying.

“Did you need me?” he asked, and you sharply inhaled at the sound of his voice. It felt like forever since he talked to you last, and hearing him speak made your stomach do flips.

“Uh… I don’t know, honestly. I didn’t really practice what I was going to say before I came in here.”

He raised a brow at you. “‘Practice?’”

“I mean, it’s kinda hard to talk to you. Not that that’s a bad thing, it’s just… Ah shit, I don’t know. It might just be me. I’m not the best at articulating, you know?”

He hummed and grabbed his cup as you let out a sigh, taking a seat in one of the chairs in front of his desk and leaning your elbows on your knees, bouncing your leg. Taking your bottom lip between your teeth, you wordlessly gazed at him for a moment, a made-up image of his death flashing in your mind before you shook your head and ran your hand down your face.

“Look, um… I just wanted to say that I’m sorry for yesterday. For questioning your judgment when I should’ve just dealt with it. You’re my superior and I disrespected you so… Again, I’m sorry.”

Silence fell between you for a moment before he let out a sigh, setting down his cup before leaning his chin against his propped up hand. “Don’t apologize. You were right.”

Your eyes widened. Did you hear that correctly? “Uh, I’m sorry?”

Getting up from his seat, he rounded his desk to stand in front of you, and you were even more confused. You swore he would’ve been done with you by now.

“You said you and your squad were more than capable of handling the mission. You were right. Or at least, you were right at the time. The female titan would’ve wiped us all out if she wanted to, just like she did my squad. I don’t doubt that if you went after her, you’d be dead right now too.”

You stiffened slightly at his words, fingers gripping your knees as you let out the breath you didn’t realize you had been holding in. “Oh.”

“As captain, I’m supposed to remain unbiased. My decisions should be based on the greater good of humanity and my comrades. If my judgment is wrong, then that’s something I have to live with. Making my squad protect Eren was my decision, and they died.” He let out a long breath. “When Erwin decided to not bring you on the expedition, I was opposed to it at first. I knew that you and your squad would be able to aid us greatly, but I couldn’t sway him. However, now that I think about it, I’m glad you weren’t there.”

You were at a loss for words. When Hange had joked the other day about Levi caring about you, you didn’t take it seriously. But now that you were hearing all of this… Did he care for you? Or was it just your wishful thinking that was causing you to interpret things wrong? Slowly standing up, you briefly met his gaze before walking over to the window and looking out at the night sky, the sun having gone down a while ago, and you wrapped your arms around yourself as you tried to piece together what you wanted to say to him.

“Even if you think I was right, I’m still sorry. I don’t like arguing, especially with you. And the fact that you had to go on an expedition the next day…” You swallowed thickly. “I was scared. I know you say that there’s no use regretting the decisions we’ve made, but if you died out there today and a stupid argument was the last interaction we ever had, I would’ve regretted it every day of my life.” You turned to face him, eyes glossing over. “I would’ve beat myself up when I know you’d want me to continue to be strong. But I feel like I can’t do that without you, and I feel so weak and stupid for saying that. For feeling like the only thing that gives me hope in this godforsaken world is you.”

Levi remained silent, not that you expected him to say anything, and you sniffled as you reached up to wipe at your teary eyes before sighing and giving him a sad smile.

“I’m sorry. I know you don’t wanna hear some silly confession. I’ll let you get back to your business,” you said, walking past Levi to get to the door, but you didn’t make it that far when his hand suddenly shot out and gripped your arm, causing you to turn back and look at him.

“Why do you always do that?”

Your brows furrowed. “What do you mean?”

“You never take yourself seriously and act like the people around you don’t either. You’re self-deprecating. You did the same thing when I found you in the mess hall years ago. Why?”

“I… I don’t know, I guess I just get nervous around you.”

“Why?”

Your mouth felt dry suddenly, and your heart was racing as Levi’s grip on your arm tightened and he pulled you closer. “Because… I want to be strong in front of you. I don’t want you to see me as someone immature and incapable, and I’m scared of embarrassing myself in front of you.”

“Did you find your confession embarrassing? Do you want me to forget about it?”

“If you want to.”

“Mm. And what if I don’t?”

You let out a shuddered breath, eyes flitting down to his lips for a moment. “Then what will you do about it?”

Neither of you moved at first, your gaze not leaving one another, and you felt like your heart was about to beat out of your chest, it was going so fast. You wondered if Levi was experiencing the same feeling. Wondered if underneath that stoic, calm expression, his blood was pumping in his ears and his pulse was going crazy. You were waiting for him to do something, anything, as he stared at you with an almost challenging look. It made anger flare up in you for some reason, and you clenched your jaw as you narrowed your eyes.

No, I won’t let this get away from me.

Reaching up, your hand grabbed at his cravat, yanking him forward into an almost desperate kiss that had your mind reeling. His brows were scrunched up, body tense, before finally relaxing, and you could feel him almost melt into you as he brought both of his hands up to hold your face, eagerly responding. Your frustration had been building up ever since your fight, and you felt like you were both letting it all out now, each kiss hungry and rushed, barely able to pull your faces away before one of you was pulling the other one in again.

“Fuck, I can’t stand you sometimes,” you breathed out between kisses, fingers weaving into Levi’s dark locks and lightly tugging, causing him to let out a soft groan against your lips.

“Stop talking.”

You don’t know when the anxiety started bubbling in your stomach or why your heart felt like it was about to jump out of your throat, all you knew was that every sensation was suddenly overwhelming. Levi’s hands, his lips, his breath against your face, it was all too much. You were suddenly pushing him away, tears quickly building up behind your eyes as you panted for breath. Whether it be from the desperateness of your kisses, or the constricting of your chest, you didn’t know. You just knew that everything was suddenly hitting you at once, and you couldn't get a grasp on how to deal with it.

“Y/n…”

Right, Levi was still here, and he looked at you with a hand slightly reached out, waiting for you to meet him halfway. You hesitated, staring at his hand like you were trying to see through it, before eventually grabbing it, and he slowly pulled you into his chest. Your arms were limp at your sides, silent tears streaming down your face as Levi held you.

“They’d be proud of you, y/n. You know that.”

You felt like you had been falling all of your life, nothing to stop you, nothing to hold onto as you plummeted through an endless abyss. But now, as you brought your hands up to grip the back of Levi’s jacket and sobbed into his shoulder, for once, you felt like your feet had finally found the ground.

#levi x reader #levi ackerman x reader #levi imagine #aot x reader #snk x reader #aot fanfiction #levi ackerman fanfiction #levi x gn!reader

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Rat Race | WhumpNano Part 6

Yesterday, the winning Choose Your Own Whump Option was Option A. Dr. Roberts will choose to go with Emile, a mysterious civilian who has offered her aid. But will be it for the better, or for the worse?

No choice at the end this time around. But another one will come soon! I hope you guys enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. I hit the 10k word mark today. That means we’re halfway through!

CW//Broken bones, discussion of police, food

The half-bitter scent of tea filled the area as a porcelain cup was pushed across the table. From beneath the blanket wrapped around her shoulders, Dr. Roberts’ hands emerged to grip the drink, taking a small sip before placing back down the cup.

As warm as the home was, the doctor still shivered beneath the blanket.

“Are you cold?” Emile questioned. In the kitchen connected to the dining room, the woman had busied herself, slicing up potatoes and arranging them delicately on a pan. “I can get you another blanket, or turn the heat up.”

Dr. Roberts shook her head. “‘M fine.”

“You’re sure? You’re shaking.”

“Not cold.” Yet, she could barely make out her words between her chattering teeth.

Emile gave a nod, placing the pan of potatoes into the oven before bringing over a small bowl to the table. Pushing it in front of the doctor, she revealed the chicken noodle soup within.

“Something to warm you up.” She gave a small smile. “Though, you’re right. I don’t think you’re just cold, dear. You seem scared, too.”

There was a question in her voice, urging Dr. Roberts to elaborate. She’d been doing so ever since she had allowed the doctor into her home.

“Thank you for the soup.” She instead replied. At the first spoonful, a shudder ran through her body.

She had been so, so very hungry. When was the last time she had eaten something warm? She wasn’t sure. It didn’t matter. She had food, now, and it was by far the best thing she had ever tasted.

With a sigh, Emile sat on the other side of the table. She had a soft air about her, but her curiosity was undeniable. And, given her hospitality, Dr. Roberts felt absolutely terrible lying to her like this.

After a few more bites of chicken, she relented.

“There’s people after me.”

That immediately grabbed Emile’s attention.

“There’s people after me.” Dr. Roberts repeated. “I’m running from them. If they find me… If they find me, I have good reason to believe that they will kill me.”

A cautious nod from the other side of the table.

“Have you gone to the authorities?”

A small snicker passed the doctor’s face.

“They…” She bit her lip. “My wife. She was a… She was a detective. She investigated corruption within the police force in the city I come from. She wound up getting too close to the edge, and got-” A small sniffle. “She got caught in the crossfire.”

Emile gasped, placing a shocked hand over her mouth.

“And now, they…” She began.

Dr. Roberts continued for her, “And now, they can’t take revenge on her. I’m the next best thing. They’re dangerous people.”

“They must be dangerous, considering how much they’ve roughed you up.”

“Mhm.” The doctor took another cautious sip of her soup. It was warm, but not warm enough to melt the icy guilt that the lie had placed in her chest. So far, Emile had been nothing but a perfect host. Yet, she couldn’t be trusted. No one could be trusted.

Then again, her story wasn’t all that far from the truth. She had only left out the tiny factor of her own villainy.

“What are you going to do next?” Emile spoke softly.

“I… I don’t know.” Dr. Roberts shook her head. “I’ve been just trying to survive. I can’t stay here. I’m trying to travel. Eventually, they’ll give up. They’re chained down to their police department, but I’m not tethered anywhere. I only have to get far enough.”

“You could stay here a few days.”

“I wish I could.” The idea of having hot meals, day after day, made her almost melt. “But they already know I’m here. The only thing keeping me safe is the size of the city-- they didn’t see exactly where I went. I need to leave, as soon as possible.”

“Understood.” The doctor was shocked by just how quickly Emile went with the assertion. “But, sweetheart, it really looks to me like you could use a good night’s rest. Will you at least stay for the night? My kids lived here once, but they’re all grown and gone. I have plenty of spare beds.

I can offer you a bed for the night, and how about a ride to the train station tomorrow? We can get you headed all the way to the opposite coast.”

Dr. Roberts nearly choked on her soup.

“Really? But- I- No, I can’t. I don’t have anything to offer in return, no money or, I-”

“None of that.” Emile shook her head firmly. “I wouldn’t want your money, even if you did have it. You don’t need to pay me back. The only payment I need is the satisfaction from knowing that I helped another human being out.”

“You really mean that?”

“If there’s anything that being a mother has taught me, it’s that everyone needs a leg up, sometimes. Now eat your soup, you’re thinner than a stick. I’ll run a bath for you, and then, for goodness sake, we’re going to get you some good shut eye.”

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Dr. Roberts felt to be in limbo.

On one hand, she couldn’t truly remember the last time that she had felt this nice. That was all she could describe it as: Nice. Her stomach was heavy and warm with a meal rich in protein, broth, and starches, while her head felt fuzzy with the fading of a caffeine rush. Following her meal, she had nearly fallen asleep in a warm bath, which seemed to wash away more than just dirt. Now dressed in a pair of pajamas that had once belonged to one of Emile’s children, she was snuggled beneath a great pile of quilts.

She should have been in absolute bliss. In some ways, she was. Yes, her body was utterly relaxed, limp in the warmth and the comfort.

Her mind, on the other hand? Her mind would not allow her a moment’s rest. She had no idea how long she had been lying here with her eyes closed, but it didn’t matter. She hadn’t managed to sleep a single wink.

Pushing her face briefly from beneath the covers, she spied the moon, waxing in the very center of the sky. The middle of the night, and she was sleepless.

She snuggled back under the covers, allowing the warmth to overtake her. As comfortable as she was, her mind simply would not rest. On loop, it repeated the events of the day. She had been mere feet from a hero. She had nearly been killed.

And tomorrow, she would have to do it all again. Her leg flashed in pain as though mocking her.

At the very least, she had one night. Just one night, but it was something. One night where she could be well-rested and well-fed. The next day, she was certain, she would feel better.

A yawn struck Dr. Roberts and, before she knew it, she had faded into unconsciousness.

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Though several hours had passed in reality, from the doctor’s perspective, it was only moments after her yawn that the knock sounded on her door. Sleepily, Dr. Roberts pulled herself from under the covers. It was still dark out-- What could Emile want?

“Hm? What-” Another yawn. “What is it?”

“Sweetheart, look, I’m real sorry.”

Dr. Roberts tensed. Why in the world did her host sound so terribly guilty?

“There’s some people here who need to see you, okay?”

Her stomach dropped to her feet.

“They say you’re dangerous, and that you need to be contained. They’re heroes, honey, okay? They aren’t going to hurt you, they’ve promised. I just need you to come out with your hands above your head. No one needs to get hurt.”

So it appeared, even one night’s rest was too good for Dr. Roberts.

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Stuffies

PART 3! Sick Cuddles!

Description: You are in sick and need of lot of hugs and cuddles!

or….adventures and cute stories with a reader/MC who carries stuffed animals around all over Devildom.

Pairing(s): NONE!

Word Count: 2,436

Link to my AO3: Click Here

Author’s Notes: So sorry for the long wait, I am super happy to be writing again! Enjoy the fluff~

Part One Part Two

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This was the worst ever. You would think the common cold had no place in the Devildom but how wrong you were.

You coughed into your forearm and groaned. “Whyyy me,” you moaned.

Lucifer sighed. “Because you decided to go on a midnight stroll with Mammon. With no coat, might I add.”

You glared halfheartedly at him, but he glared ten times stronger back. He was too powerful. You sniffled and melted back into your bed, laying against a stack of stuffed animals and fluffed up pillows. Everything was sore, and you were freezing. So cold that even the multitude of fluffiness around you did nothing.

The Avatar of Pride hovered over you, his arms crossed and stern looking. “Just rest for now. I have Solomon preparing some medicine that you’ll be able to take.”

You stiffened. “So-solomon…?”

He chuckled. “Don’t worry. While his food is terribly inedible, he is one of the best potion makers we have around. I trust him in this.”

“You won’t let me die, will you Luci?” you said, then sneezed violently. So bad your entire head shook.

He made a disgusted face, but afterward he nodded at your question. “I won’t let you die.”

You reached a hand out, clenching and unclenching it, and whispered, “Come here.”

Lucifer looked a little scared at first, because Lucifer did not seem to like anything to do with colds at all, but he did lean down, probably feeling bad for you. So you took your chance and grabbed his oversized sleeve and tugged. He wasn’t ready for that and stumbled into your bed, and you held on to him like he was a giant stuffie. You hummed at his warmth.

“What are you doing!?” he shouted, struggling immediately. He was clearly not trying to hurt you but also trying to get out of your clutches. He pulled back far enough to be able to look at your sickly expression and furrowed his brows.

You shushed him, “My head hurts, I’m cold, just snuggle me for a bit… please?” Being sick was awful, and all you wanted was a hug. Couldn’t he allow you that much?

Lucifer was the only brother you hadn’t gotten a pact from yet, so you couldn’t exactly force him (not like anyone else would reject your hugs, especially Belphie or Asmo).

Lucifer was stiff and looking out of place in his full outfit while you were in pajamas and a haphazard blanket thrown over you. Still, soon enough he sighed for the umpteenth time as he looked at your face, which you hoped showed the misery you were feeling. “I will allow you ten minutes. That is all I will allow, understand?”

That was plenty enough time, you would no doubt fall asleep by then. He hummed. His hand came to rest on your lower back a moment later. Then he scooted backwards until he was sitting partially up on the bed, and you lay in his lap instead.

You smiled and pulled your blanket over yourself more and pressed your face into his chest, feeling his body heat start to overcome your own coldness. “Thank you.”

“Rest now. Your medicine will be here soon.”

You fell asleep to his soft touches on your head and back, warm and comforted.

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“Noooo…” you cried. You clutched to your chest Po and avoided the spoonful of medicine being pushed at you. “It stiiiinks…”

Solomon sighed. Luke laughed. They both came by to check on you, and Solomon to drop off the potion. It wasn’t going so well for you at all. But, Luke was like an cuddle bug and because he was an Angel this sickness couldn’t get to him so you could snuggle him, too. He currently lay beside you, giggling.

“You have to drink it, or you won’t get any better,” Solomon said. He tried to push the spoon at you again, but you pursed your lips together and moved your head.

“I can just sleep it off, please don’t make me,” you sniffled.

Luke pet your arm. “Solomon, isn’t there any other way?”

“No, Luke, she has to drink this. Twice a day. For the next three days.”

You sobbed. “Why meee…”

The door burst open, and in came Beel. His twin was being dragged right behind him. “I heard you were sick. Are you eating?”

Belphie yawned. “I can put you to sleep, too,” he murmured. He took a seat on the other side of the bed, and over took your pillows and stuffies. You let him, he was warm and smelled like chamomile and it was comforting.

The sorcerer in the room sighed from where he stood at your bedside, hovering with a potion bottle in one hand and spoonful of the same substance in the other. He looked frustrated, but that didn’t mean you felt sympathy. You were not taking that stuff. “She just needs to drink this and go to bed. A little help would be great,” he said dryly.

Beel frowned at the potion. “It smells.”

You nodded sadly.

“But if she has to,” Beel continued.

You gasped. “Beel, no!” You were betrayed.

Belphie chuckled. “Here we go.”

What did that mean?

Suddenly, Beel was on the bed on his knees. You were so shocked you gasped, and in that shock he had taken the spoon from Solomon and shoved it between your open lips. You tried to move away before anything could happen, but his hand held the back of your head and his hand was so big and he was so strong you were defeated.

You swallowed, and then cried. Belphie and Luke both hushed you and pet your head and arms, Beel getting off the bed and doing the same.

“That—was—icky!” you cried. Your mouth tasted like sour candy, and you hated sour candy.

Beel shushed you. “You did such a good job,” he said. He put his hand on your forehead, and it was hot. “You need to rest, your fever is high and you need to sleep. Belphie?”

“On it,” the younger twin said.

You were put on your side, Belphie behind you, and Luke took this as his time to move. He frowned at you but let the twins do their job. Still, he handed you Po, who had fallen off the bed, and you thanked him.

Belphie’s voice was in your ear, and you couldn’t recall what he was saying exactly but the intention was clear: go to sleep. And you did, with a terrible taste in your mouth.

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“She looks so pale, poor lovely,” Asmo pouted.

“We should give her something to eat,” Beel said.

“Can she even eat?” Mammon asked.

“Of course she can, dufus,” Satan responded. “She can have broths and tea, and probably some crackers and juice. And of course she needs to rehydrate so lots of water.”

You felt surrounded and like a Zoo animal. You were laying on the common room sofa, having had 2 days of drinking Solomon’s nasty potion and lots of bedrest. Lucifer gave you permission to leave the bedroom as long as you stayed in this one room.

So of course, everyone came to see you. You came in around noon after waking up late, and had been in here quietly for a few hours before they came home from RAD.

“Ah, she looks so cute with her stuffed doggy, though, doesn’t she?”

You whimpered when Asmo said that, and pressed your face into Fido’s belly. He just cooed again. You didn’t know what it was, but right then you just wanted to be left alone and to breathe. You’d been cramped in your room for so long and now you felt cramped again. You felt a tear slip out of your eye, and tried to push yourself further into the couch.

“Enough. She needs to rest still. You all need to stop hovering around her and speaking as if she is not there.”

Lucifer came in the room and Simeon was behind him with a tray. The Angel had come over to check up on you and make sure you were taking your medicine as Solomon was out on an errand for Diavolo as of yesterday.

The brothers mumbled but moved away, wandering around the room.

“Sit up, please,” Simeon asked gently. You did, with some help from him maneuvering your blankets and pillows. He gently wiped at your cheek from the little tear drops that fell, and gave you a soft smile. “Here you go, darling,” he said, setting down over your lap a tray with warm soup and water. There was also a cup of steaming tea that smelled of honey.

“This is the last one and you have to take it.” Lucifer handed a potion bottle to Simeon along with a spoon, the Angel having taken a knee beside you. “She won’t do it herself, so you must force it on her.”

You glared at Lucifer, and he just raised a brow back but you saw a small smirk on his lips. He was not wrong…

Looking around at the brothers doing little things, Satan pretending to read, Asmo looking at his reflection in his hand held mirror but occasionally looking over at you, Beel and Mammon talking but pausing and glancing over at you and then acting all flustered when they saw you noticing them. It was overwhelming, and you still felt a little embarrassed being sick and fussed over like this.

You grabbed Fido and squeezed him for comfort.

Simeon hummed. “They’re just worried, lamb.”

You nodded. “I know, I’m just…”

“Tired? Wanting to be well again?” he guessed.

You nodded again. “Yeah…”

“Poor dear.” He pet your hair from your cheeks, and felt your forehead. “Still a bit warm, but you shouldn’t have a fever as of tomorrow.” He held out the spoonful of terror with an angelic smile. “One more, okay?”

You sniffled. “Okay…” You let him spoon feed you the potion, and you swallowed it with a grimace. He gave you water and you swished it around to which Simeon just laughed. “Ugh.”

Lucifer took the potion back from him. “Drink your tea and eat the soup. What you can’t stomach tell Mammon take away, this is partly his fault after all.” He titled his head at Mammon, who fussed but agreed. “And drink all the water as well, you’re obviously dehydrated.”

“I will, I promise.”

Lucifer gave his nod of acceptance. “Good girl. Simeon, let’s leave her be. She’ll be watched by my brothers for now.”

Simeon bid you a soft goodbye and a get well soon. Then it was time to eat. You struggled a bit, but ate half the soup and drank all the water. The tea was nice and tasted good, felt good on your throat, too.

Beel helped you settled back down while Mammon took the tray away. You thanked Beel for adjusting your blankets and pillows so they were fluffed up. He said, “I do it for Belphie’s bed all the time. Sometimes he forgets, and his neck hurts the next day.”

Satan glanced over at the tray before Mammon took it to set on a table in the corner of the room. “Not bad,” the blonde demon said. He quickly took a spot at the end of the sofa, and put your feet in his lap. “You should have eaten more, but that will do I suppose.”

You giggled when he tickled your ankle. “I’m full, Satan, I can’t eat anymore.”

Asmo half sat at the head of the couch, and he started to play with your hair. “Don’t force her to have any more or she might throw up.”

You tilted your head to let Asmo begin braiding your locks. “Mmm…” It was luring you into sleep, the soft touches on your scalp. Also the full stomach helped with that.

Asmo smiled down at you. “Go to sleep, dear,” he said. “The best medicine is a full 8 hours of beauty sleep~”

“No it isn’t,” Mammon said, leaning over the couch. “The best medicine is laughter.”

“Well, are you going to tell her a joke then?” Satan asked.

They proceeded to argue back and forth, and you yawned. There wasn’t time to ask them to stop, because sleep was coming fast. “Goo’night.”

They stopped arguing, and gave you soft ‘goodnights’ of their own. Even though it was 4 in the afternoon… And you went to sleep just like that.

When you woke up that night, you had been put back into your bed. Beside you lay your favorite trio of stuffies, Louie, Po, and Fido, and on the nightstand was a glass of water. You reached for the water and drank it all.

The clock said it was an hour past midnight. You were sleepy, but not from the sickness. In fact, you felt much better. But you wanted to cuddle someone…

You crept out of you room, after grabbing the smallest stuffie, Louie, to take, and knocked on Levi’s door. He was the one up at this hour a lot just like Lucifer.

“Password?”

You smiled and gave it. He heard your voice and opened the door, and was shocked to see you. “I—are you still sick, are you okay? Do you need anything? Water, or maybe some more tea? Lucifer told me that tea makes your throat feel better when humans are sick—”

“Levi,” you stopped him before he really rambled. You reached for him and hugged him. “Can I sleep in your tub-bed with you?”

He flinched, but then relaxed and hugged you back. “S-sure, c-come on it. I wasn’t going to bed soon because I have a game releasing in an hour but I can still cuddle you?”

You hummed, that sounded nice. “’kay…”

He climbed into his tub first, and then reached for you to lift you up and lay you in with him. Sometimes you forgot how strong he was. It took some expert maneuvering but you found a spot right between his shoulder and neck and snuggled in, Louie tucked in your arm. It was soft and warm. He put a fleece blanket over you both and that was even better.

Levi’s hand went up and down your back. “Sleep, little one,” he said, unlike him in the moment. He pet your hair and a soft rumble came from his chest.

The blue light from his fish tanks gave you a strange comfort and it lulled you to sleep along with his caresses. You did hate being sick, but all the cuddles were a big benefit.

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jingerhead · 3 years

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For the drabble ask game, andreil with 40? And if you want an excuse to talk about harold, andreil w 107

Harold, my beloved. Thank you so much, lovely! I wasn't quite sure if you meant for these to be in the same thing or different, so I decided to leave Harold out of the first prompt just in case. I hope you enjoy :)

40 - Just promise to never lie to me, okay?

Andrew wasn't sick. He looked up the definition, and every one of them other than the first said that being sick meant one felt nauseous, or like vomiting. Andrew didn't feel like he was about to vomit - his stomach was cramping, sure, but he'd had two pints of ice cream last night because his nose was stuffed and he had a headache and -

He's not sick. He's not.

Just because he woke up at eleven, unable to breathe through his nose, did not mean he had any kind of symptoms. Just because his head ached if he tried to move it off the pillow didn't prove anything. Just because he felt sweaty and gross but also chilled to the bone didn't mean he had any kind of fever.

"Morning," Neil called from the doorway.

Andrew wasn't facing him. He had curled up in the blankets on the bed despite Neil telling him they had to break the fever, and the only way to do that was to keep him away from any blankets. Not that he had a fever in the first place!

"Go away," Andrew tried to growl. Unfortunately, his voice was nasally, so he was pretty sure it didn't have the desired effect.

"Did you take the medicine?" Neil asked, walking to where he'd put a bottle of cold medicine on the bedside table. Andrew hadn't touched it, and he didn't need to say anything for Neil to get that. "Andrew."

"Neil," Andrew said back.

"Okay." Neil sighed loudly, then reached for the covers and yanked them away. Any other time, Andrew would've been able to keep a grip on them, but his limbs didn't seem to want to cooperate.

The shivers got worse the moment the covers were ripped away. Neil bundled them up and dragged them to the closet, far away from the bed. "Give those back," Andrew demanded.

"No. Your temperature was high enough last night."

"I'm not sick," Andrew tried to say.

"Whatever," Neil huffed. He grabbed the medicine bottle and sat on the bed to pour it, holding out the tiny cup towards Andrew. After a moment, Andrew managed to sit up enough to take it and swallowed quickly, grimacing at the disgusting taste of artificial grape.

"I hate you," he told Neil.

"I'm aware," Neil said. He put the bottle back and then grabbed a bowl he'd carried in. "Here. Nicky told me I should give you Chicken Noodle Soup."

Andrew shook his head. "Not hungry."

"You only ate ice cream yesterday," Neil said, shifting so he was closer. "You need food and water."

He still didn't want it. Andrew stared at Neil's eyes, trying to get him to back down first, but it was a loosing battle. He managed to sit up, pausing every time his headache got too bad, and then took the bowl. Neil sat next to him while he sipped on the broth slowly, hoping not to cause his stomach to cramp up more.

"You're so stubborn," Neil observed.

"And you're stupid," Andrew mumbled.

For a moment, Neil didn't say anything. "Just promise to never lie to me, okay?"

He had to be referring to the night before. Andrew had been stuffed up and warm all day, but he'd ignored the symptoms and had kept telling Neil there was nothing wrong. He knew that Neil had noticed he hadn't eaten anything that day, but the real scare happened late last night, when Andrew woke up chilled and unable to breathe, Neil trying to get him to sit up.

He supposed it was a good thing they were both light sleepers.

"I wasn't lying," Andrew sniffed, scooping up some more broth. "I was deliberately avoiding the truth."

"Like that's any better."

Andrew didn't raise the spoon to his lips. He looked at Neil as fast as his pounding head would allow and said, "I promise."

That seemed to satisfy Neil. He relaxed as they sat next to one another, and that's where they stayed until Andrew finished his soup. Neil got him a glass of water and then turned off all the lights, letting Andrew lay back down to try to get some more sleep. But seriously, not sick. Just exhausted.

107 - This house isn't even haunted.

Andrew watched as the glass of water he'd set out on the counter slowly slid down it. Barely a millimeter at a time, but it was moving. Andrew didn't know if he should congratulate Harold on getting better at moving physical objects or scold him for stealing Andrew's water. He decided to do neither, and just continued to watch.

"You okay?" Neil called.

Andrew turned to look at him. He had gotten dressed for a quick practice with Kevin, his duffle bag thrown over one shoulder. "Harold's moving my cup," Andrew explained.

Neil had a specific frown on his face whenever Harold was mentioned. Andrew supposed it was the skeptic in him upset at being challenged. "Harold's not moving that," he said, stomping closer.

"And yet you mention his name," Andrew pointed out.

Neil let out an angry noise. He pointed at the cup. "The condensation is making it move."

"Or it's Harold," Andrew replied. "I didn't put ice in that."

"Well, there's condensation on the cup," Neil huffed. "And there's no ghost. Therefore, the condensation is making it slide."

"Hmm," Andrew hummed.

Hmm, he heard in the air. Harold was also skeptical, it would seem.

Neil threw his hands in the air and walked away. "This house isn't even haunted!" he called as he slammed the door.

"Unlikely," Andrew said after he was gone.

Very unlikely, Harold agreed. I'm hiding his shoes.

Neil always left when Harold would do the interesting things.

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poptod · 3 years

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The Breeding Kings, pt. 19

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They had yet to tell you the master's name.

You weren't allowed to stand next to Ahkmen in line, either. They wanted you lined up by size, leaving you at the smaller end, and Ahk at the taller. After scanning the new recruits––of which there were only six new people––the estate's stewardess assigned you to gardening, and Ahk to patrol.

"Okay," you said with a nod despite no one else in line saying anything in response to their assignment. "I also do clean good."

The stewardess cocked a single brow.

"You can do that as well then. Share shifts with Zakiti," she said, pointing to a young girl digging into the loose dirt of the garden.

You bowed your head deeply before the six of you were set loose on the property, your slots established. Ahkmen followed you into the sun for a moment before someone caught him, bringing him back to the small hut he'd just been in, and where the tools were kept. He was handed a guard's outfit––long, white robes, unflattering, and reaching all the way to his ankles and wrists. An instant distaste grew on Ahk.

"I have to wear this?" Ahk asked the man, but fortunately he was speaking Egyptian, and the stranger could not understand him.

The job did, to your great comfort, afford you food that was given out in plentiful rations, and despite the dull taste, Ahk found himself enjoying beer and bread in the beating afternoon sun, though he wasn't allowed much due to time constraints. He'd been working throughout the whole day, circling the whole of the property in search of any trespassers. Lean muscles were now strained beneath the weight of his body and of the strange clothes, though certainly no more than his backpack was, and he often found himself rubbing his aching shoulders. He couldn't see his skin there properly, but he was half convinced he was genuinely bruised.

What was hardest about the job didn't end up being the heat, the strain on his muscles, or the overstimulation of long skirts and sleeves––it was the absence of you that he noticed above anything else. No one to listen to the strange comments during the day, a slot that had, for a while, been filled by Piye, and then more recently by you.

You always had something more fun to say. Sometimes way out of range from his own thought process, and sometimes reading his mind exactly.

And he wasn't there to hear what you had to say, either, in those random moments when deep thoughts blurted out in rough translations.

Later in the afternoon––bordering on evening––you were called back to the servant's quarters to be dismissed. The stewardess gave the six of you a rough look at your future schedules, revealing your hours to be lax and concentrated to only three or four days in the ten day week. You and Ahk side-eyed each other, ready to jump out of line at any moment with excitement as you bit back a grin.

The moment she said 'dismissed' you flocked to one another, automatically heading towards your quarters without word.

"I have been with thoughts, all day," you began, moving your hands animatedly. "We need to go to the beer house, like," you pointed over your shoulder, "you know?"

"The one from yesterday?" He asked in mild confusion.

"Yes!"

"Well I haven't got anything else to do," he said, looking to you with a lop-sided grin that you eagerly returned.

Even in the increasingly late hours of the day the market was aflame with life, filled with open carts and tables now half-empty after a long day of business. Ahkmen never had a job before––at least, not one that didn't have to do with politics or, very rarely, singing. Neither of those were any bit like the job he now had, standing on his feet for hours on end, watchful eyes patrolling a property that didn't and never would belong to him.

That ache continued in his chest, a feeling of tiredness that attempted to lag him down as he followed your excited steps. Unlike him, you were accustomed to physical labor, and retained much of your energy despite the hours of cleaning.

Orange and yellow tarps still hung above the darkened market, now blocking nothing more than the stars that shone a little dimmer than the two of you were used to. The small, red flags fluttered high above you in the gentle breeze coming off the Euphrates, twinned by the still fresh scents of baking bread and cooking beer. You needed only to follow the scent and the crowds that grew larger the further you got down the wide, stone street, coalescing into a large city center built by shops, bakeries, breweries, and glassmakers surrounding a pyre of white stone.

Winged creatures on four feet and bearing a man's head were carved into the large pillar, mounted by a disc resembling the light of the sun. Other such decorations trailed all the way down to the base, where lax soldiers lay among the ascending steps, their spears and swords at their side, and their mouths occupied by a stew whose scent tantalized the both of you.

"Did you eat today?" Ahkmen asked, unable to stop staring at the clay bowls steaming with the soup.

"I had a bread, in the - the kitchen," you said quietly.

"Hungry?"

"Yes, yes, we will eat?" You asked as you turned to him.

"I'd like to, considering I didn't really eat anything today," he said with a frown.

"What?? They did not let you eat?"

"More of I didn't have the chance," he said as he scratched the back of his neck, scanning the city square.

"I say we do get beer," you said, speaking slowly so as to fully think through your plan, "then we go to the house, and take their food. It is their job to feed you, yes? We work for them, they give food."

"Ah, Yogi," he wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into a side hug, "I knew there was a reason I followed you to the end of the earth."

"We are not at the end of the earth now, not yet," you said with a chuckle.

"I will follow you there," he said in a sudden, sincere softness.

You looked up at him and said, "I know," though you chuckled and gave him a funny look.

Thick, warm, and sweet––the beer of Babylon was more similar to porridge than it was to the almost juice-like qualities of Egypt, and by extension your, brewing. You both held one of the large mugs given to you, sitting on the raised half-wall between the public center and the roofless brewery establishment. Below you, women and men churned the alcoholic mixture, and across from you wandered older shoppers and off-guard soldiers.

Both of you raised your cups at the same time, taking a long, slurping gulp as you looked each other directly in the eye. Laughs bubbled in the beer, forcing you to lower the cup and wipe your chin on your sleeve as you giggled. He chuckled as he lowered his mug in a more graceful manner than you had.

"Hey, weren't you here yesterday?" A woman asked in Akkadian. It caught your attention, but to Ahk, it was just part of the conversations he couldn't understand, so he didn't notice until you responded to her.

"Yes I was here," you said grinning, offering a small wave to what Ahkmen now saw to be one of the brewers, her skin glowing in the firelights beneath the churners.

Her skirt was long, the frail edge of it dragging along the ground over neat, red fabric shoes. Despite the modest skirt, she had no sleeves, and the white linen veiled her muscled body, smooth dips and veins built from the nature of her work. Long, curly black hair was pinned in a bun, with neat strands hanging from the pins like vines from a tree. Even with her dark skin he could see a blush on her flushed cheeks.

"Ah," she huffed, wiping her brow, "I thought you looked a little odd."

"Odd?" You questioned with a laugh.

"Well your friend is dressed very... um, different," she said as she gestured to Ahk, who was back in his Egyptian skirt. "You from Egypt, sir?"

"Oh, he does not speak Akkadian," you said.

At this point, Ahk knew you were talking about him, since the lady gestured to him and you brushed him off. The two of you continued for a moment more, the stranger's gaze switching between you and him as incomprehensible words flooded from her mouth before she finally said something he understood.

"You, uh, you speak Sumerian?" She said, and Ahk perked up.

"Yes, I do," he said, glancing between you two. "Yogi doesn't, though. How do you know Sumerian? I thought it was a... a dead language."

"I could ask you for the same," she chuckled, "but my brother is a priest. I live with him, he shows me much of what he does."

"Ah, alright," he said with a nod. "I learned from school in Egypt, trained in the temples to be a priest."

How easily the lie came to him now. Why wouldn't it? No one was around to know any different.

She nodded with him, but before she could reply, you were interrupting and her focus was back on you. You said something followed by your name, and with her reply you muttered to Ahk her name––Tiamat.

Ahkmen managed to finish his beer while you two were still speaking in tongues. Not too great a task for a man of his stomach, but the entire time he was sipping away he could think of nothing more than the feeling of alienation. The languages of the three of you were all mixed up, meaning he couldn't talk to her without excluding you, and you couldn't talk to her without ignoring him, a predicament with ended in the latter's solution.

In the meantime, you were hitting it off rather well with Tiamat; you got to tell her that you'd experimented with your own types of beer, and she was interested––at least mildly so––in your foreign recipes. It wasn't long until she noticed Ahk's silent eyes staring at you, and suggested something you translated to Ahk.

"There is a... a house of books and scrolls near to here," you said. "If you are tired to being here."

A black hole swelled in the pit of his stomach, instilling a sick feeling where his beer once was. He glanced between you.

It would be the first time he was willingly parted from you in months.

"Sure," he said slowly, repeating the word in Sumerian to Tiamat.

She gave him the directions and he left in a fluster, confused and somewhat disappointed in himself. He was a little confused as to the actual directions to the library, but the large building stuck out sorely amongst the middle and lower class homes, tiled in dark blue and having much of a stature of a temple rather than a library. No one came and went from the door, but the scent of searing meat was suddenly overpowered by burning incense. The mark of an inhabited and frequently prayed in temple.

Arches led to extensive gardens, held alight by the glowing moon shining above. There were few clouds out tonight, allowing a better view of the sky––a view reflected in the patterns of the gardens. Riverwater flowed through the terrace as the Milky Way split the sky, the stars marked by flowering trees that bloomed in deep red and a pure, clean white. Beyond the garden stood the temple itself, once more the center of his attention, and once more rising beyond the walls that encircled it.

Stairs led up into the heavens and towards the first door, a strong, metal gate left unprotected.

He slowly entered, passing through the open doors and into a dark threshold. Ripples and veins of wood ran beneath his fingertips, trailing across the large doors, their bolts hanging open and unlocked. His mouth went dry as his eyes adjusted to the light.

Despite the grand stature and preparations for the temple, the first room there was very little––containing not much more than a strange candle sat in front of a small idol representing a bloodied man. Red paint, or perhaps actual blood, was smeared across his face, leading down in claw marks to the offerings at his feet. Ahk's jaw gritted tight as he attempted to swallow through a tight throat.

Two doors flanked the wall behind the statuette. Light flooded suddenly in the pitch black room, only to disappear, the subtle roar of torchlight moving with it. In that single moment, within which the light appeared, Ahkmen's mouth fell open as writings were revealed upon the walls, carved in every available surface, their depths sharpened by harsh light.

Like Egypt, the comings and goings of rituals for the Gods overpowered any prayers citizens might have, leaving only the small entrance room for people to pray at. From there Ahk could safely assume that he would not be allowed in the inner temples, especially since he was a foreigner. Whatever scrolls or tablets Tiamat knew about were inaccessible to him, leaving him alone and directionless in the Babylonian temple, separated from everything comfortably familiar.

He knelt, though he wasn't sure why, and looked the statue straight on. At the stone base was script, cuneiform pressed into clay and announcing the God's name.

"Utu Shamash," he mumbled, reading the words aloud. The Sun God of Babylonian myth.

It made sense, considering the offerings of gold beads and wine in golden chalices––Utu was known as a lover of gold, as it was the lifeblood of the sun. And even though Utu Shamash was the God of the sun, his equal was the presence of Ma'at––the Goddess of truth and justice––instead of Ra, a more widely known God of Egypt.

He took advantage of the rarity of such quiet moments, and delved back into the studies he left behind in Osiris' temple, namely the study of cuneiform writing. The temple must've been an older one––which would explain the somewhat smaller size––as the words in the walls were a script he could recognize, the familiar Sumerian of thousands of years ago. Whoever took power in Mesopotamia could never outrule the hidden language, and thus the words persisted even into modern day. Singing and glowing off the stone.

You suspend from the heavens the circle of the lands

And everything that Ea, King of the counsellors, had created is entrusted to you.

Whatever has breath you shepherd without exception,

You are their keeper in upper and lower regions.

Regularly and without cease you traverse the heavens,

Every day you pass over the broad earth. . . .

Shepherd of that beneath, keeper of that above,

You, Shamash, direct, you are the light of everything.

His gaze fell from the blurry words to the small statue. At some point he had fallen to his knees in front of the altar, his chin resting on the surface holding up the offerings of the people. Staring into its' eyes brought recollection to him, and he remembered the wooden totem he had worked on throughout the Shamiyah desert, how avidly he hid it in hopes of surprising you. He shoved it in his bag somewhere around Rapiqum for the last time, and since then it was hidden beneath his belongings.

There was little else he could think to do in the small praying room, so he left on quiet footsteps, retreating away from manmade majesty and back into the natural flora scattered along the path back to main streets. Chirping crickets digressed into quiet conversation, leather sandals walking across brick stone streets, and the ever-present sound of crackling fires.

He returned to the small circle in which he'd left you, as he only remembered the path back to the estate from that single spot. When he crossed the plaza, he spotted the open-roofed brewer, and made his way across to inform you on his future whereabouts.

Peering over the ledge, he found you still enraptured in your conversation with the brewer. She appeared to be showing you the mixing process required for the porridge-type beer. Ahk jogged down the stairs and over to you.

"Aganu!" You said brightly, a very sudden smile overtaking your earlier seriousness. "How is the books?"

"Couldn't, uh, get inside. It's alright. They had writings on the walls, um – I'm headed back to the estate," he set a hand on your shoulder, "so shall I meet you there?"

"Yes, yes, I will come back close to now," you said with a nod.

"Alright," he said, leaning in to press a quick kiss to your forehead before he bid a hasty good-bye, waving himself out of the brewery. Your giggle followed him.

Things got quieter and less crowded the closer he got to the estate––whose owner he still didn't know––and by the time he stood before the servant's entrance, most of the lights in houses had gone out. The small, hostel-like accommodations for the servants still had a burning rushlight within, dimly illuminating the filled and empty bunks.

He squinted slightly to see through the wooden gate, his brow furrowing. There were very few beds left unoccupied.

With a long sigh he unlatched the gate in the way the stewardess taught him, quietly closing it behind him when he padded through with careful steps. His gaze was drawn to the small patio outside the hut––where you and him were assigned to your respective jobs––and there he spotted the bags the two of you left behind. He knelt and dug into his pack, drawing out his knife and the wooden totem that had been chipped into a much smaller size.

A whiff of the air from inside the bunk revealed to him that they weren't burning a rushlight; they were burning incense, drifting out in gentle smoke that pooled beneath the patio roof. He looked up, chuckling as he ran his hand through the thick clouds.

He took a seat on the dusty earth, his raised knees supporting his elbows that allowed for the proper movement of carving. The knife in his hand had dulled over time, matching to fit the refining scrapes Ahk was now using, smoothing out the harsher edges of the image within. Every now and then he glanced upwards, and each time he found the stars still veiled past the light of the city. He sighed, looked to the gate in hopes of seeing you, and returned to his wood carving after two minutes of silence.

Snoring hummed quietly from inside the servant's quarters, followed by rustling sheets and a smack of skin against skin. Ahk's eyes widened as he heard someone curse in Akkadian. Another slap and then silence.

A little while later, clinking metal and swinging hinges had his head shooting up to see you. A grin split across his face and he stood, abandoning his wood and knife on the ground in favor of jogging over to you.

"Aganu," you said in a giggle, gladly returning his hug when he scooped you up into his arms.

He picked you up easily, spinning you around in slow circles across the garden as your laughter followed in twirls. He chuckled as he set you down, his hands remaining on your waist, and his heart thumping like thunder.

"How was brewing?" He asked.

"So good," you giggled. "I did miss it for more than I think."

"Understandable. You do know a lot about it, after all," he said with a shrug.

"A little. We should eat now," you said, walking past him and leading him to follow you without word or gesture.

The main house of the estate wasn't an especially large house, but it was tall. Three different floors rose out of the ground like pikes, the edges rimmed with decorated shards of cutting stone, and the stairs guarded by figures of Lamassu, though they were much smaller than some of the statues he'd seen in other parts of Babylon.

Of course, that wasn't the wisest entry point. On the back side of the house, opposite of the street-facing side, a doorway led in to the kitchens illuminated by the windows built into the thick, stone walls.

Large domed brick furnaces were built into the home, but the storage cases were all made of wood and completely moveable. None of that mattered, however, because all of the food itself was kept in a storeroom below the ground, a fact you found out after speaking with Zakiti, your coworker. Long accustomed to the art of sneaking, the two of you easily snuck down the stairs and into the underground storage. basement.

A chill set over your skin, and you wrapped your arms around yourself. Every tiny scrape of your shoes against the dirty floor had tiny specks of dirt grinding against each other, producing an unpleasant sound that nearly woke the landowners.

You picked a variety of things, too scared of taking multiples of one object and getting caught by the missing evidence. Once everything was chosen, you and Ahk hid the food in the folds of your clothes, and ran back across the estate to the servant's house.

He barely caught his breath before you were climbing up the stone walls of the bunk, using the wooden pegs to left yourself up to the roof. Ahkmen chuckled, but something else came to mind, and he rushed off to grab something else before he joined you in the midnight stillness. In the end, however, he required your help in lifting everything up, and that left nothing to surprise you with but the totem he could carry in his hand while he climbed.

He huffed as he landed beside you. While waiting for him you'd set out the blanket he fetched, the length of it laying flat on the mud roof baked in the sun. You already had your lute in hand, small fingers tapping thoughtlessly over the strings as he revealed what he'd hidden from you for a good while now; an object of his vigilant attention.

Your mouth fell open when you saw it, drawing a breath between your lips that caught in your throat.

It wasn't of anyone distinctive. Technically. The proportions gave away far more than he was comfortable with, but you'd already seen it now, and there was no taking that back. For weeks he'd been carving the image of two people embracing, one much taller than the other, who pulled the smaller's head into its' chest, an abstract hand petting the absent hair. The only features actually shown on the two were their eyes––closed, and quietly so, with no strain or note of fear.

He let you stare until he grew uncomfortable with your silence, which ended up happening rather quickly as he boiled in his own blushing.

"What do you think of it?" He asked in a voice that nearly cracked.

"I... it is beautiful," you murmured, your hands going lax around the instrument.

You reached forward as he handed it to you, and you held it with such a tender, careful touch that Ahk wished for a moment he was the statue instead. It was a very long moment that stretched into near painful yearning.

"This is what you made in the Shamiyah?" You said, tearing your eyes away from the figures to meet his gaze.

"Yes, well.. I... I had a lot of time," he partway mumbled, feeling suddenly self-conscious about his gift to you. There were edges and areas he could've added better detail.

"And I had a lot of time," you said with a chuckle. "But I did not make any thing. It is beautiful, Aganu."

Burning desire to hear his name. His true name. Not once had you uttered it in any way not befitting a stranger.

"Thank you," he choked out after forcing down the words you're beautiful.

How pathetically cliche, how his cheeks burned even brighter yet, his imagination just barely reigned in by his common sense. He couldn't just kiss you––you depended on him for safety to get to a new home after your last became intolerable, and breeching that trust wasn't something he was so readily prepared to do.

So instead he looked at you, ignoring how his gaze always fell to your lips, ignoring how he leant into you without ever having to feel your touch. Pathetic, he thought, and drew himself back, restraining his rampant thoughts. It all faded as you plucked at the strings, the hum of it filling up the space between you with warmth. Stars that crested your face fell to the earth in the form of fireflies that floated around you.

But you wouldn't sing. You looked to him, waiting for him to start, and giggling when he remained in his strange trance.

"You are the singing, yes?" You said quietly, careful not to disturb the sleeping servants below the rooftop.

"Oh," he said, his back straightening. "Um, alright."

He recalled many of the poems and songs he'd heard at festivals, as well as the more popular ones sung in the house of life. His eyes flickered up to the red dot on your forehead above your brow.

"My love is one and only, without peer, lovely above all Egypt's lovely girls," he began to sing, keeping as quiet as you kept your playing. "On the horizon of my seeing, see her rising, glistening Goddess of the sunrise star; bright in the forehead of a lucky year. So there she stands, epitome of shining, shedding light, her eyebrows gleaming darkly, marking eyes which dance and wander."

He let out a long sigh as he lay down, stretching his arms above his head before he released them, one falling on his stomach, and the other extended to you. You chuckled at his sleepy mannerisms, continuing to pluck thoughtlessly.

"Tired?" You asked.

"Yes," he mumbled, his eyes falling blissfully shut.

The wooden lute clattered against the mud roof before fabric shifted and you were lying next to him, balanced on your side to face him. He turned to you and opened his eyes. You were much closer than he thought.

Neither of you said a word; silence in the hazy stare between you. Ahk only noticed his brow was knotted when it began to ache, at which point he also realized he'd raised his hand, and the back of his fingers were tracing down your cheek. No going back now––you still stared at him head-on, blinking slowly as he drew in a shaky breath.

His fingers drew the rest of the way down to your jaw, melting him at the soft warmth of your skin.

You're going to drive me mad.

#ahkmenrah x reader #Ahkmenrah #Night at the Museum #rami malek #rami malek character #ahkmenrah x female reader #ahkmenrah x male reader

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dokifluffs · 4 years

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Migraines | Bokuto, Tendo, Ushijima, Sakusa

Pairing: Bokuto X Reader (gender neutral), Tendo X Reader (gender neutral), Ushijima X Reader (gender neutral), and Sakusa X Reader (gender neutral)

Genre: comfort fluff 🥺💛

Request: “hello i hope all is well!! could i please request something about how bokuto, sakusa, tendou and ushijima would help take care of their gf (or gender neutral s/o, whatever you’re more comfortable with!!) who gets really bad frequent migraines? also, i love your writing for free! there’s not a lot out there that i can find i might have read all of your works for it and loved them all 👉👈” - @pleasantlyplantiful

Author’s Note: you’re so sweet bb 🥺🥺 and thank you so so much for requesting and being patient, sorry this took awhile to be posted. But also thank you sm for reading and enjoying my free! imagines. I’ll for sure be posting and making more free! content. I also also hope tendo’s/ this entire hc is okay akjshdasj sorry if it’s not 🥺👉👈

Bokuto:

Everything felt like it was on blast all around you, the sounds were so excruciating. The bright flashes of lightning, the low, heavy booms of thunder, the winds blowing through the branches of trees, making them bang against the side of the house

It sounded so loud, you wanted to mute everything until your migraine passed

You curled yourself up in bed on top of the blankets, holding pillows to both sides of your head. The sharp searing pain in your head made it feel like it froze your body, rendering you immobile

You squeezed your eyes shut, wanting it to stop, wanting the feeling of someone repeatedly and forcefully squeezing your head to stop

The storm was predicted to be one of the strongest ones of the season and it unfortunately lined up around the time you had your migraines

It was terrible

The spacious room was dark and dim from the gloomy clouds that rolled over the sky, concealing the warm sun behind it

The power was blown out not too long ago but Bokuto still showered

He didn’t really care much about the storm outside, not thinking too much of it. In the moment, all he could feel was how good the hot water felt as it washed over his body, relieving his tight muscles from practice

You massaged your temples the best you could, making sure the pillow resting on top of your head wouldn’t fall off. You did the best you could and took deep breaths, your breaths shaky as you grit your teeth through the pain

Rubbing his head with a towel, his upper half was bare while he wore a pairof his many shorts for practice

Seeing your figure curled up in bed, he was beside you in a heart beat

“Y/N?” He asked just a bit too loudly, realizing when you let out a little grown, waving your foot to him. “Oh sorry,” he whispered

“I’ll go get you some water,” he whispered yell, giving you a quick rub on your leg as he left the room but you didn’t really hear him

He was still new to your frequent migraines but he was going to make sure he did his best. Akaashi even gave him advice after mentioning it in conversation

He wanted to do more for you, so he did

From what he was able to gather, your migraines mostly came from loud noises. He didn’t think the storm was too loud but it must have been for you

He poured a warm glass of water and brought up honey and water, knowing how you would sometimes ask him to get some later on

The bed shifted to his weight as he sat beside you, pulling a corner of a pillow slowly upwards

You covered your ears with your hands, your eyes firmly shut, trying to focus on the sound of your heart, breathing as steadily as you could

“Y/N,” his usual roaring voice diminished to almost nothing for you. He rubbed your hand, making your eyes slowly peek open to him

He helped you sit up but you refused to move your hands, not yet at least

“Honey?” He mouthed, holding up the bottle to which you shook your head. He brought the warm mug to your mouth and helped you drink

A few gulps later, you could feel like your mind was being released from the visions grasp

When your head was tolerable enough to endure, you slowly removed your hands, hovering them over your ears in case you had to cover them immediately

“You okay, bun?” He whispered, his hand cupping your neck and cheek right below your ear, his voice low and just above the sound of the rain. The thunder and lightning moved on into the distance, leaving behind only the soft putterings of rain tapping the roof

Your heart released a warm spread through your chest hearing the nickname he gave you, unsure of where it came from in the first place, your head dizzy from your migraine

“I think so... can we lay down?” You asked, bringing your hand to his arm, his skin and body still hot from the shower

Without even answering, he didn’t even you to ask. He lifted your body into his arms, laying down in the center of the bed with you on top of him

He wrapped his legs around you, squeezing you close to him but not tight enough where it bothered you

Your head was pressed close to his body, hearing the beating sound of his big heart

Tendo:

It felt like the room was spinning and nothing was going to stop it

You could hear the faintest sounds of rain tapping on the roof of the house, the room dim with little to no light

Your head was throbbing inside and you just wanted it to stop

Your body felt so drained and empty as you sat up in bed but the thing was, the last thing you could think of was the way you were sleep deprived on the couch

College was beating your ass and there was little to no fight left in you

Trying your best to stand from bed, your knees buckled beneath you, your legs unable to suddenly hold your weight

You reached your arms out only to feel the plush fabric and cool smoothness of the wall against the palms of your hand

Your body made a loud thud as you collapsed to your knees on the ground beside the bed, half of the blanket pooled around your form as you leaned your body on the bed

A warm touch held your arm and wrists not a moment later

Tendo knelt before you, panting and heart racing in his chest from sprinting up the stairs from the kitchen when he heard the thud

His hair was down but pushed back with a little headband, his hand reaching up to hold your face. Even despite all the spinning and occasional blur of your senses, you could see the hints of concern glistening in his eyes

A light layer of sweat beaded your hair line and all the color was drained from your face as you breastfed jaggedly. You wore one of his shirts but you couldn’t even remember if you were wearing this last night or not

But none of that mattered

Doing the best he could, he lifted you back into your spot in bed, bringing up the blanket up to your waist. The smell of him was all over the bed and pillows, surrounding you but it didn’t make your migraine worse thankfully

“Drink this,” he spoke quietly, bringing a water bottle to your lips, pouring it gently into your mouth

The cool liquid was able to ease your head just a little but the room still spun. The lights remained off and you did your best to ground yourself, staying hydrated, focusing on the feeling of the bed pressed to your body, the sound of the gentle rain on the roof, the warmth his hand emitted holding yours

“I’ll bring the soup up,” he said as he stood when you were able to hold the bottle on your own

“So-soup?” Your voice croaked as you spoke, doing your best to focus on tendo’s face in the dim room but you spoke too soon. The bitter, acidic taste of bile rose from your stomach and up your throat, burning the back of it. It made you clench your jaw to stifle the urge to vomit

He sat back down on the edge of the bed beside you, rubbing his hand down your back. It wasn’t the first time he had seen you suffer through a migraine, but deep inside, it twisted his heart to see you suffer like this- he could imagine the pain your body must’ve been going through each time

“You didn’t eat anything at all yesterday,” he gave you a playful glare, lightly poking his finger into your cheek. This fact of course didn’t go unnoticed by him

then it hit you. You really didn’t eat at all yesterday and you barely drank anything too

The late hours and hectic schedule you made for yourself, trying to get as many credits as you could in your early years of uni so you could have an easy last year with him, but unfortunately, you bit off more than you could chew

you mentally cursed yourself for bringing this upon yourself

With your eyes squeezed shut, focused on the darkness, you didn’t even notice him slipping away, only realizing he did when the aromatic scent of chicken noodle soup was brought up with a side bowl of rice and small side dishes

He made sure you ate as much as you could without making you feel worse, making sure the foods weren’t too heavily scented with the smells of oil or anything of the sort that could’ve triggered your migraine worse

Tendo adapted to the times you began to get too stressed, migraines occurring every so often. He looked up on his phone or during his free time while you were out at class and he was back home to research, but not too deeply. He wanted to adjust to you and he did

He was known as miracle boy for a reason

Ushi:

You had seen all the signs, especially the biggest sign that always told you a migraine was coming: more frequent yawning but when it came to sleeping at night, you couldn’t even fall asleep until the night was halfway over and just a few hours later, you would feel Ushi shifting in bed, waking up

Your head was the biggest pain in your life and you hated it. The way one half of your head would throb and go through surges of sharp pain, it made you see stars but this time was a bit different

It was worse

You pressed your pillow over your head, pressing the soft and silky fabric into your face, biting your lip down to stifle your cries to not wake Ushi beside you

You already felt like you were a burden to him since he was new to being in the relationship scene but he was willing to learn if it meant he could be with you since he felt some sort of gravitational pull toward you from the beginning

You felt so sick and your eyes burned whenever you closed them, tears glided down your face and into your hair as you laid in the dark, suffering alone, silently

The feeling of pins and needles began to prickle in your hands as you continued to press the pillow into your face, a small yelp escaping you but into the plush pillow

You shut yourself up as fast as you could, essentially holding your breath to hear if he had woken up or if he stirred

But then you felt it. You felt a first grasp from a kind hand loosely wrap around your wrist in the dark, tugging it gently

“Y/N? Is it another migraine?” Ushi’s voice was deep and rich with sleep. You gathered yourself and carefully lifted the pillow, revealing yourself

The gentle light of the lamp post shined in through the window through the blinds, the dim white light revealing your teary eyes to him

“What happened?” He woke up a bit more, bringing his hand to your face, using the back of his middle and index finger to brush away remaining tears

“It… it hurts and I can’t sleep,” your voice was so weak and frail, just above a whisper. You just wanted to sleep deeply, being washed away by the dreams of the sand man, to be overtaken by any dreams he could show you tonight but you saw nothing

Careful not to make things worse for you, he lifted the blanket and opened his arms, inviting you in

You inched closer until you were laid beside his body, your feet tangled with his legs. He closed his arm around you and turned just the slightest so he laid on his back, your head on his shoulder beside his chest

With one hand, he held yours, resting them on his stomach while the other that wrapped around you from behind reached up to your head, massaging your scalp

He could remember the first time when the two of you became a couple, how “awkward” as others said he was around you but he could care less. He knew he had feelings for you and cared about you in a way that was different from family, friends, and volleyball and it was enough for him

He was very unsure of what to do when you had your first migraine around him, not knowing what to do or who to call until you were able to instruct him a bit after easing yourself temporarily

You were able to bring him out of a shell he didn’t even realize he was in himself and he yearned to grow with you, so learning how to help you when you had your migraines was a step out of many others he was willing to take

He laid awake, quietly hushing your cries away, continuing his ministrations until you were asleep, not sleeping a blink until you were first

Even if it took you all night to sleep, he was willing to stay up all night for you

Sakusa:

Sundays were bittersweet days to you- they were the days Sakusa was home all the time, unless he had a rest day on other days of the week too, but they were also the day he deep cleaned the house

This meant dusting, vacuuming, washing sheets and clothes, doing the dishes, washing and cleaning every inch of the house and car inside and out (though only washing his car ever few months than every week)

But the thing was, this meant every Sunday of the week, you were prone to migraines cause of the heavy smell of chemicals

Sakusa was very aware of your frequent migraines and did his best to air out the house without letting germs in, buying and using non scented/ less heavy chemical scented cleaning products

He was pretty busy during the week so he didn’t even notice that he was running low on the non-scented/ lightly scented cleaning products so when Sunday, today, came, he had to use the heavy smelling one

He warned you before hand when he realized this, mentally cursing himself

You were already feeling a little sick yourself since your body was used to feeling a little dizzy every Sunday from the smells

He turned on the cleaned and dusted fans as he cleaned throughout the ground level of the house while you were out to pick up some groceries, hopefully it would be enough

But he was wrong

When you came home, the house was wafted all over with the heavy smells of chemicals, it burned your eyes a little

The smell was so sharp but it didn’t compare to the sharp pain as if someone was slowly torturing you

You weakly brought to the groceries to the kitchen and poured yourself some water as Sakusa busied himself vacuuming in the living room, the cleaning materials he needed to wipe and dust every surface and corner he could see

The fans over the stove were on, set on the highest settings and so were the various stand fans in the living room. From what you could hear and see, he turned on all the fans he could to air out the house the best

But the smells were still too strong

The water helped but you quickly concealed your mask over your mouth and nose, bringing up the collar of your shirt over your mask

You pressed your shirt and mask over your face, getting rid of the smells and Troyes to ground yourself back down to the smell of yourself, going upstairs

The house was bright and of course everything was spotless, he wouldn’t have it any other way

Sakusa didn’t even notice you were home or you going upstairs, too engrossed in what he was doing

Going upstairs, the smell was thankfully a lot less potent and more fans blew all through the rooms and halls of upstairs

Your shared bedroom was brightly lit with the sun shining in, glowing off the white walls, warm against your skin

The pain was bearable, you were grateful you kept your mask on and he had fans on but wish you got a heads up

The bathroom had little to no scent at all to your relief after you cautiously lowered your shirt and mask, smelling nothing

But even though there was no strong smell, you still felt very nauseous and sick

Your shower wasn’t too long but I twas enough for you. All you wanted to do was lie down and rest so this was your current mission

Drying off, you wrapped the towel around yourself and went into the closet, dressing yourself into one of Sakusa’s jumpers

You could already hear the hissy fit he would probably throw since he wasn’t the fondest of having others wearing his clothes but you figured it would make things equal

You crawled into the crisp fresh sheets of the wide bed. You surrounded yourself with his scent- a clean one but not like any of the cleaning products

You fell asleep, hugging one of his pillows close to you, your face nuzzled into the plush thing when you felt the bed shift, stirring you from your sleep

Arms slowly wrapped around you, pulling you closer after a moment

“Sorry about the smells, are you okay?” He asked, resisting the urge to snatch his pillow back but he pushed it aside, his attention on you

“Mmhm,” you hummed softly, turning in your sleep and released the pillow, nuzzling your face into his cleanly washed shirt and chest instead

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Business AU - Working Late, Part 8

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5 || Part 6 || Part 7

There’s one scene in there I had in mind ever since I started writing that small fic and HELL YEH I’m gonna draw something about it at some point because fsdfbbsfbsdhbfgsbgdfguidfg it just looks aesthetically pleasing in my head.

ENJOY.

(also reminder that I base Donnie’s place on this video. The only part I change is the “kids” area - which is horrendous imo :’D - and I make into a lab/small training area)

There was something different in the air when Vee got to work the next day. This feeling that wanted to explode out in the open, an incessant rush in her veins that made her heart beat faster whenever she’d spot the terrapin. Their tasks for the day didn’t give them much time to talk, but everytime they’d be exchanging words or documents, there was this longing sensation that slowed down time to a honey sweet pace. Fingers brushing against the other, light touches here and there. Professionalism remained king in the work place and they intended to keep it as such.

By the end of the day, she knew she couldn’t leave without at least wishing a good and proper evening to the mutant. She walked to his office, remaining at the doorframe as she watched him place various papers into a briefcase. Vee gently knocked, signaling her presence, to which Donnie responded by looking up to her and adorning the cutest smile.

“At least this time I didn’t scare you,” started the woman.

“As I said yesterday, I had a lot on my mind. At least today my thoughts are a little clearer, so I can’t be easily scared. Come in!” he added, gesturing for Vee to step inside.

“I won’t take much of your time, I just wanted to check up on you before leaving.”

The turtle placed some final documents in the case, snapping it closed afteward.

“I was actually about to leave as well. Want me to drive you back home?”

“Do you have something planned?” asked Vee, raising a brow with a small smile.

Donnie faked pondering, lightly drumming his fingers on his desk: “Hmm, I suspect I might be spending the evening with a pretty lady, if she agrees.”

“Lucky her, I’m sure she’ll say yes,” winked the woman.

Already on the move, Donnie offered a hand for Vee to hold, the duo then walking together in order to reach the indoor garage at some levels below.

“Is it okay, though? Did you have something to do after work?” asked the terrapin.

“I was planning on having a drink back home, but if I can share one with you, that’d be even better.”

“How about you have that drink at my place? I have a couple of bottles that might interest you.”

“You know that if I am to step foot into your place, I will be incredibly jealous, right? ... I’m sure you must be living in a luxurious place or something.”

“A little castle in the sky, but it sure is missing a beautiful presence inside of it.”

Vee blushed, definitely enjoying the compliments that were left here and there.

Once in the vehicle, the duo made their way to the streets, the conversation light and simply glad the week was finally over. Vee did notice that their path led them to streets that featured tall buildings in the Tribeca district. For a moment she felt out of place, definitely not the target audience for such a high-end environment, but her curiosity kept her on edge only to be able to get a view of Donnie’s place. They were first facing a tower with a blank stone facade, extending so high up in the sky. The entrance’s interior was as elegant and refined as the exterior, the place giving out this feeling of prestige from every corners. As they stepped inside an elevator, Vee’s eyes widened a little as she saw Donnie press the button for the 78th floor. Castle in the sky, indeed.

As they arrived at the desired level, they were soon facing the entry door, the turtle smirking to the woman as he held the doorknob and waited.

“Ready?”

“Open the damn thing already so I can cry a little inside,” answered Vee amusedly.

The door fully opened, she couldn’t retain her gasp as her eyes started to devour the interior of what was rightfully a penthouse.

The very first few rooms she saw around left her speechless, the single thought of ‘this is bigger than my whole damn apartment’ flooding her mind. She knew there would be more, her curiosity would lead her to visit every rooms anyway. She did notice french doors leading to an outdoor balcony, her instinct pushing her to get out and take in the view.

Stopping by the the rails, she could feel the refreshing gusts of wind go through her hair, accentuating the euphoria of being so high over the city.

“So, what do you think so far?”

She turned around to face Donnie, the terrapin leaning against the open doors’ frame, always this smile on his face - glad to see her reaction. Vee tried to play it cool, shrugging.

“Heh, I’ve seen better,” she joked.

“Ah damn, and I wanted to impress,” tsked the terrapin in a similar tone.

Vee couldn’t retain her smile any longer, happily trotting back inside.

“You still have your chances. Show me the rest!”

The lower level was also home to a small office and a formal living room, but the next area was what retained the woman’s attention the most.

The kitchen was a thing of beauty, Vee unable to resist the urge to feel the marbled island and counters, in awe of the space.

“Damn, I WISH I had such a kitchen. I'd be cooking all the time!”

“You fancy yourself as a chef?” questionned Donnie.

“I do like to experiment from times to times,” she winked back.

She clapsed her hands together, bringing another subject on a rather similar topic:

“SO! What should we eat? I could even prepare something if you want.”

The turtle waved that offer away.

“Nonsense, you're my guest, you shouldn't be doing anything of that sort. … I uh-” He opened some cupboards, then the fridge and its freezer. “Wow, I have almost nothing! Except one frozen pizza for dire situations,” he added, waving a box out in the open with an unpleased expression.

Vee was instantly on board: “You know what? Fuck yeah. It's Friday night, we deserve that.”

“Now that's a line of thought I can get behind.”

As Donnie was starting to preheat the oven, Vee got closer, some questions raising in her mind:

“Although, I'm kinda susprised you don't have much variety, judging by the size of this place.”

“Not gonna lie, I need to go grocery shopping,” shrugged the mutant. “Also that tends to happen at certain times of the month. Mikey has us go through our stock, fresh and canned, in order to donate to food banks and soup kitchens.”

“That's amazing and kind!” Vee was pleasantly surprised.

“He does have this city at heart, and he loves to give back to the people,” continued Donnie. “We all love the idea. Since we can afford pretty much anything we want, it's only fair that we help those in needs. … Heck, this city has done a lot for us in the past and we had to rely on what others were throwing away for us to survive. Now it's time to pay back.”

“I find that to be very admirable,” commented the woman gently. “… Not a lot of people would do the same.”

“Indeed. It’s not because we’re mutants that it means we’re savages. We do have some heart under our shells,” he playfully added.

The oven ready, the food was placed to cook and the tour then continued. As Vee was heading to the staircase in order to reach the upper level, Donnie stopped her, pressing a button nearby and opening a encased door in the wall to reveal a small elevator.

“Show off!” laughed Vee

“What?! It can be helpful!” he quipped back with a smile.

The second floor offered two sections, one part leading to the bedroom, but the other leading to entertainement and other things. They first got to the media room, the place cozy for a nice and quiet evening.

But Vee’s eyes brought her to the glass doors that led to a juliet balcony, not wasting any time to open them and take another good look at the city.

She sighed dreamily, barely hearing the faint clinking of glasses and a bottle opening back inside.

“You like the view, don’t you?” started Donnie as he next got near, offering her a glass of red wine.

“It looks and feels like a dream. Didn’t know such a place could be found in this city.”

As she took it, the terrapin next sled his free hand and forearm gently around her waist, unable to resist the need to feel her closer... Vee did not mind, actually leaning back a little against him, gladly taking a sip of her drink before answering:

“You’d be surprised, there are bigger places laying around.”

“I’m sure they wouldn’t look as tasteful as yours.”

“Nonsense. It only looks good right now ‘cause you’re in here. ... Any places you’re in looks a thousand times better than before.”

Vee’s blush was more apparent as she could feel the other gently nuzzle the top of her head, slowly making his way to a temple and leaving a soft kiss there.

“You’re one heck of a charmer, did you know that?” added the woman with a smirk.

“I only aim to please, I can’t help it.”

She turned to face him, raising a brow in amusement.

“And so what now? You brought me to your place only so you could woo and please me?”

“That does sound like a good plan.”

The feel of his hand next cupping her cheek brought a shiver across the woman’s body, leaning slightly to his touch. His scales did feel foreign compared to human skin, but there was a certain softness to it as well that only made her crave for more...

“Each days I wake up and wonder if meeting you was ever a dream...,” softly said the mutant.

“I wouldn’t mind making it feel a bit more real to you.”

That brought a quiet chuck out of Donnie, but also gave him enough courage to lean in and place a sweet, slow kiss on Vee’s lips. Each instances would bring their bodies closer, the duo mindlessly making their way back inside and only breaking their kiss to leave their wine glasses on a nearby coffee table. It was that magnetism, a certain je ne sais quoi that sparked that fire in them whenever they’d get that close. Last evening’s passion was still lingering and right now it felt as if there had been no break at all since then. As Vee was starting to unbutton the mutant’s shirt, both heard a beeping sound, stopping them dead in their tracks. Their eyes fell on Donnie’s right wrist - his watch.

“Shit, the food,” said the terrapin. “I, uh, I’ll be right back,” he added, trying to gain back his senses. “I’ll get it out and let it cool for a bit on the counter.”

“Sure, go,” replied Vee with a small smile, slightly flustered as she replaced her crooked glasses and moved some strands of hair away from her face.

She took back her wine as she watched him go. A part of her was telling her to slow down, but on the other hand she couldn’t deny that the need was there - on both sides. What harm could there be? It was just about having a little bit of fun... She proceeded back to the hallway, sipping as her gaze scanned the decor. She heard hurried steps in the staircase, soon Donnie’s shape coming into view. He tried to play it cool as he noticed the woman looking at him, vaguely gesturing in the kitchen’s direction downstair.

“It’s ready whenever you want.”

Vee took another sip, then adding: “We still haven’t finished the tour yet. Let’s do that first!”

“There’s not much left, but alright.”

“‘Not much left’, says the guy who lives in a two-story penthouse WITH an elevator,” pointed Vee, amused.

The mutant chuckled, inviting the woman to follow him as he left a hand at the small of her back. The next part had been completely renovated in order to have one room be a small lab, and the other one be a private gym and training area.

“What kind of trainings do you do?” inquired Vee, looking around at the equipment.

“Mostly nin-uhm, martial arts,” Donnie quickly corrected himself.

“’Nin-uhm-martial-arts’, sounds interesting,” laughed the woman. “Any specialty?”

“Bōjutsu,“ he replied, grabbing a pole from a rack nearby.

Vee whistled in appreciation, her eyes scanning the weapon.

“I’ve heard that can pack quite a punch, surprisingly.”

“It’s good to whack some butts, not gonna lie,” added Donnie, rolling the staff in one hand. Then in one swift movement he brought the woman closer, the pole resting at her back. “It can also be helpful for some maneuvers,” he ended with a smirk.

“Such a tease,” said Vee, playfully tapping at his exposed plastron. “I wouldn’t say no to a demonstration.”

“Another day, perhaps.”

He let her free, putting the staff back to its resting place

“Aight, come on, one room left!”

“What about that lab part?” asked Vee, following the terrapin next.

“There’s nothing much to see, frankly. It’s pretty messy as well.”

“Or maybe you’re just a mad scientist and you don’t want me to see your evil inventions?”

Donnie faked a surprised gasp: “Alas, you’ve uncovered my secret!”

Both were laughing as they made their way to the last room; the master bedroom.

It was quite simple and charming, but the main feature remained the large windows that gave that same phenomenal view of the city. Vee took some time to appreciate the decor, sipping the last drops of wine from her glass.

“... I can’t imagine waking up every day with such a view,” she mused, her gaze drifting back to the windows. “You must feel on top of the world.”

“Wait, I can make it even better,” said the other as he moved to the light switch.

As soon as he turned the lights off, the room’s atmosphere changed, suddenly illuminated by a sea of stars below them.

Envelopped in darkness, yet glistening in colorful lights, Vee felt at peace - a hidden watcher over this tumultuous city. She next felt her glass gently get taken away from her hold, the mutant leaving it on a small table nearby. It didn’t take long for him to get back close to her, his arms surrounding Vee’s form as he stood behind her. The woman easily slipped into that feel good moment, closing her eyes and exposing a faint smile on her lips. He felt so strong, yet tender - the promise of a good man that would never do her wrong...

“... I’m so glad you’re here,” he murmured, his hands travelling along Vee’s arms in light touches.

Oh to hell with it. She decided to move out of Donnie’s hold, proceeding to remove her shirt. She turned around to face him, noticing his gaze studying her form and probably a bit surprised to suddenly see her in her bra. But she didn’t give a damn. That’s what she wanted.

“And I’m glad to be here,” she answered calmly.

She heard that deep churr rise again in the mutant’s chest, an expression of desire which would entice her so much in return... Vee couldn’t help bringing her hands to his exposed chest, feeling the faint vibration and appreciating the texture of his plastron. Her touch lowered, continuing her previous task of unbuttoning his shirt. The turtle helped a bit by detaching another button behind his neck and then at his lower back, allowing the clothing to be properly removed from around his shell’s attachment. Without a shirt, Vee could rightfully observe the terrapin’s muscles, her fingers lightly hovering his toned arms and appreciating every inches of what she saw. All it took was for their gazes to cross, her greens in his golds, to bring back that same need from earlier. Kiss me again and again, and never stop...

The feel of his lips was pure addiction at this point. A slow dance that lightened up all her senses. Soon enough he was sitting down on the bed, Vee inviting herself unto his lap only so she couldn’t break their kissing. To feel his three-fingered hands across her skin kept her in such an incessant need, feeling like she was drowning in-between her legs. The terrapin dared to unclasp and remove her bra, although the whole movement felt very natural. In return, the woman removed her glasses, as well as Donnie’s, taking a moment to admire his traits.

“... You have such beautiful eyes,” she cooed, next tenderly sliding his bandana away.

She couldn’t get over the feeling of his scales under her fingers, soon nuzzling his cheek and her lips trailing light kisses here and there.

“Fais-moi l’amour (make love to me),” she whispered.

Donnie answered with a stronger churr, his hands travelling lower on Vee’s body only to bring her closer into one delicious wave motion, her lower core meeting his hidden erection. The movements were repeated, getting a momentarily release for all that sudden need. It was when he started to hear quiet moans out of her that he decided ‘screw it‘ and proceeded to shift her position to have her lay on the bed, on her back. Bringing himself over her, he left some kisses on her lips before starting to trail along her features, his tone husky as he started:

“You smell nice...”

He went along her throat, his pace slow and delightful. His path led him lower and lower, from her breasts to her stomach.

“I’m sure you taste nice too,” he added.

Sitting on his knees, he brought Vee’s hips over his thighs, but he gave himself a pause, his palm caressing the front part of her jeans.

“You good? You still wanna go on with this?” asked the terrapin.

She nodded, biting her lip in delight.

“Absolutely, or else I wouldn’t be laying here, half naked. ... What about you?”

He smiled, already at the task of unbuttoning and unzipping Vee’s pants.

“I never want to stop.”

In one swift movement, he removed her panties as well, undressing her completely without issue. He took a moment to study her form softly illuminated by the lights outside. She was a work of art to his eyes and right now he felt like the luckiest man alive... He lovingly squeezed her hips and altered with languid caresses over the woman’s skin, only to next bring one of his hands closer to her core, his thumb starting in slow circles over her clit. He could feel the relief washing over Vee’s body, her waist lightly following his motion only so she could feel more. The greater her need, the more Donnie didn’t want to let go. He even got to slip one finger in her at some point, her moans an absolute delight as he took his time. After a moment, he dared get his finger out, his gaze plunged in Vee’s as he licked his digit with a low churr.

“... You do taste nice,” he commented lovingly. “Now I wonder how you’d feel around me.”

Vee was unable to speak, her heart beating so hard and throwing any reason out the window... As she saw Donnie about to unzip his pants, she got on the move and decided to take the matter in her own hands. They joined in a kiss as she got to the task, the mutant’s hands caressing her skin and sometimes getting lost in her hair, visibly as much in need as her for their imminent union. He was able to get out of his pants and underwear in a slight clumsy fashion, but he was quickly back on his knees, allowing Vee to observe him. Of a mixed pink and purple color, his penis did present some characteristics that were not human, such as a slightly flared tip. As it had been internal until now, the organ was coated in natural lubricant when out, most probably allowing for an easier penetration and accomodation to any partner. He was a bit longer than what Vee ever experienced with other partners, but right now her desire was surpassing any concerns. They didn’t need to speak, Vee bringing the mutant into another kiss, allowing herself to climb back into his lap only for their cores to meet and rub in a delicious manner. The world around them was a blur of shadows and lights, only their presence the most real and tangible aspect in the room. Their thoughts were a cloud of mixed emotions, but right now what mattered most was that they wanted this. They needed this. A demonstration of love they’ve been holding back for some time now... Donnie instinctively started to shift forward, getting Vee back on the mattress. He was careful enough to hold back some of his weight on her, having enough strength to sustain himself, even when the woman would cling to him. He felt her legs gently caress along his, finding the best position to hold close to his hips, his shell proving to be somewhat of a challenge. That slight shift in her position allowed for better friction, the turtle’s languid motions bringing delighted mewls out of Vee. At some points he could feel his tip trying to slip in, to which he thought ‘fuck it’ and decided to go all in. Vee’s gasp brought him to a pause, remaining inside of her only so she could adjust.

“You okay?” he murmured, encouraging her with some kisses here and there on her features.

She nodded, her fingers lovingly going across his scales at his neck and shoulders.

“I’ll go slow, I promise,” he added.

He’d never excuse himself if he ever were to hurt her, anyway. His churr rumbled again as he slowly moved his hips in a circular motion, Vee sticking to him like glue. Her toes were curling due to pleasure, her body soon following Donnie’s pattern only to better meet his thrusts. Some slurred “fuck” and “oh oui” would leave her at times, sometimes interrupted by kisses that translated all the desire in her. At some point Donnie shifted their position so they would lay on their sides, still facing eachother. He helped one of Vee’s leg to stay up, his palm resting behind her thigh, allowing her to feel his muscles at work.

“You feel so good,” he complimented, back into an amorous motion.

The friction created by this new proximity was bringing Vee on edge. She was unable to answer anything, her breathing making her lose her words. It was the only encouragement the mutant needed, nuzzling her as he kept going. Everything felt so natural. As if all the pieces of an intricate puzzle had finally been assembled. There was this sensation of completion between them, knowing that something in their bond would definitely shift - hopefully for the best.

“You like that, baby? I won’t stop. I wanna feel you cum around me...”

She moaned his name in return, her eyes remaining shut as she lost herself even more in the moment. Every touches and kisses heightened all sensations, bringing both of them to an edge they so very craved for. Feeling Vee’s body tensing up slightly, the terrapin knew she was close to an orgasm, lightly squeezing his hold on her and bringing her into a french kiss. His thrusts were a little more forceful, their bodies tingling in anticipation. It was when she gasped for air, her nails digging into his scales, that he knew she was high on a cloud. He could feel her walls deliciously clamp around him, the sensation bringing him to his own edge as well. His orgasm brought him to slow his pace to long and langorous pumps. Their moans intertwined, riding this wave together. Neither of them wanted to depart once the high died down, keeping close and slowly petting eachother. Vee did bring Donnie’s attention on her as she left small kisses along his jawline. His golden eyes seemed to shine in this surreal lighting, conveying many unspoken words. There was this feeling of peace he never experienced with anyone else before. An affirmation that this was where he belonged, in her arms, as well as she belonged in his. They were still connected and it felt so right...

“Well, now that really opened my appetite,” finally said Vee with a small smile.

He smiled in return, leaving a kiss on her forehead. His appetite was growing as well, and for many things too...

***

Only wearing their underwears and glasses, both were now cuddled up in blankets on the couch in the media room, the television on to a random channel as they were eating their pizza (which they had to reheat, to their amusement). As they finished their meal, Vee did not mind cuddling closer to the turtle, simply enjoying eachother’s presence. Her attention did drift from the television at some point, observing Donnie’s traits instead. She was used to seeing him with his purple bandana, but even with a bare face and only his glasses he still had a lot of charms. He had a kind face and the cutest snout, the mere sight of him a wonder when compared to humankind. The terrapin did notice her focus on him at some point, smirking.

“Yes? Can I help you, madame?”

“I have a question.”

“Outrageous,” he added playfully. “... Do tell.”

She shifted her position a bit, bringing an arm against his chest, softly petting the scales at his collarbone and base of his neck.

“Why do you and your brothers wear those bandanas? ... If it’s too personal, you don’t need to answer.”

His smile was renewed and sweet, his arm around her bringing his hand to pet her shoulder and skin in return.

“I don’t mind answering at all, although I’ll skip some details.... But long story short, it was a gift given to us by our father, years ago. It has a great significance for us and it’s still a great proof of all we had to learn and overcome in order to be who we are today.”

“Something symbolic then, that’s nice,” added Vee. “As long as it brings something positive in your life, that sure can be as nice as anything. .... Also, not gonna lie, purple looks good on you.”

“It’s my favorite and it’s the best color, that’s why! What’s your favorite color?”

Vee was amused by this simple question, but that brought her to move once more. She was now straddling the terrapin, her eyes scanning him as she answered:

“It’s green.”.

“Oh,” added the other in amusement. “So I guess I must be quite the jackpot for you?”

"You're everything I want..."

There was no ounce of hesitation as she leaned forward to give him a sweet kiss. Donnie easily gave in, his hands resting at the small of the woman’s back This time there was no shyness in-between them, only comfort and peace. Soon enough the television was nothing but background noise as they kept going for a second round that night...

((Part 9))

#it's-a-moi #business au #usual sorry for mistakes #hot damn this chapter I swear to FUCK #I wanted this to be some tasty smut - hence why it took me some time to write #I could've added another scene at the end #but I think stopping here is good enough

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auroralwriting · 4 years

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Let Me Help

Anon Request: Hello! I wanted to request a bit of fluff with Loki, perhaps how he takes care of a reader when she is sick or anxious or something! Or if you prefer, Vice Versa. Whatever you like, I just adore your work and would like to read some Loki caretaking fluff! Thank you 💞

Summary: You get sick and are determined to push through it, but Loki is there to make sure you don’t push yourself and to take care of you

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Warnings: Colds, Vomiting, Fluff

When you woke up, you knew something was off. The way your skin was warm but you felt like you were freezing, the churning of your stomach, and your droopy looking eyes. You knew you were sick, but you couldn’t get sick. You were an Avenger for the love of God, you couldn’t get sick out of the blue. What if you had a sudden mission? Or maybe if Tony and Bruce needed help in the lab. If someone got hurt you needed to be well to help them.

Getting sick wasn’t ideal for you.

So, you pulled yourself together after splashing cool water on your face - it probably didn’t do anything besides make you colder - and getting ready for the day. It was only after you were about to walk out your door when you realized it was five in the morning.

Barely anyone was up now. Most of the team got up at six, wheather it be Steve and Sam getting up to do on their morning jog or Natasha getting up to call dibs on the eggs and bacon before anyone else. Sometimes Tony would be up, but that was probably because he had been up all night working in the lab. But even then, he would be stuck in his own mind.

Maybe this could work to your advantage. You could get yourself up and working before anyone could realize how bad you felt. Eat something, hydrate, anything to hide the cold. Getting up and being active could help you shake it, too, hopefully. Maybe you could use reverse psychology on yourself, trick your own body into feeling better.

Once you got to the kitchen, you searched around the fridge for something light to eat. Maybe Tony left some soup in there, or some soft foods. The only soup in fridge was Bucky’s, so you made yourself a sandwich and got a cup of juice to sip on.

For what felt like hours, you just sat in your seat and stared at your food. You felt nauseated, that voice in your head screaming at you to eat so you’ll feel better. You just couldn’t bring yourself to eat it out of fear of throwing up later.

“You know that sandwich isn’t going to eat itself, right?”

You jumped slightly at the voice, then turned around to see Loki standing in the doorway of the kitchen.

“I know, just don’t think I’m hungry right now. Why are you even up right now?” you replied, turning back to your plate. You heard his footsteps walking toward you. They were quiet, just like how you expected them to be.

“I went to bed earlier than normal yesterday. Are you alright?” Loki asked, sitting in the seat next to you. “Now that I have a better view of you, you don’t look well.” He hovered his hand above your arm. “You’re very warm. You’re radiating heat.”

“I’m alright, but thank you for your concern.” you responded.

Loki’s hand moved slowly onto your forehead, then sliding down to your cheek, pressing against it with a gentle touch. You looked to see a look of concern plastered across his sculpted face.

“You have a fever. You aren’t feeling well, are you?” he questioned, blue eyes searching your face for traces of pain.

You shook your head gently. “To put it simply, I feel like I got hit by a bus.”

With a soft screech fro mthe chair, Loki stood up and motioned for you to do the same. You slowly followed his movements.

“Come, it would be best if you rested.” Loki stated, walking in a slower pace than he would usually walk in so you could keep up. You trailed behind him by a few steps as you realized he was taking you back to your room. You didn’t have the energy to fight him on his decision. Maybe he was right, resting could be good for you. You knew you felt tired, but of course, you didn’t want to admit to yourself that you were really sick.

As you got inside, Loki situated you under your covers, propping up your pillows slightly. He made sure they weren’t too flat, going as far as to fluff them for you. He lowered the blinds over your window so the sun wouldn’t shine too brightly into the room once it rose.

Somewhere between those actions, you found yourself drifting off. You should have been wondering why Loki was doing so much for you, but at that current moment, all you wanted was rest.

When you woke up, you felt like you had just closed your eyes. As your eyes began to adjust to the new light in your room, you felt a sudden wave of nausea washing over. You slid out of your bed and made your way to your toilet right in time for your stomach to empty itself.

You felt a hand, then, running up and down your back as another collected your hair away from your face.

“It’s alright, just breathe,” Loki’s voice fanned over your thoughts as your body went into round two of throwing up.

A few minutes later, you knew that you had nothing left to cough up. You groaned, bringing your hand to your now aching and pounding head.

Loki silently handed you a towl to wipe your face on, then handing you a water and a small medicine cup with a purple liquid inside. You took it with no questions.

“Would you like to lay down?” Loki quetly asked.

“Yes,” you answered just as soft. “But let me brush my teeth first.”

While you brushed the vomit taste out of your mouth, you heard Loki shuffling around in your room. You rinsed out your mouth and wiped off the remaining toothpaste around your mouth.

Once you walked out of your bathroom, Loki was right next to you, hand guiding you from the small of your back. He situated you back in your spot as he handed you what you quickly recognized as chicken broth. You felt your heart jump at the gesture. After taking a sip, you patted the spot next to you.

“Would you keep me company? I don’t think I can sleep again just yet.” you offered. Loki laid next to you, grunting softly as he got himself comfortable. “Can I ask you something?”

“Of course,” Loki replied.

You looked over to him, eyes scanning over his face. “Why are you helping me? It isn’t a problem, but I don’t think you’d do this for anyone else, even your own brother.”

Loki sighed, his hand playing with his shirt’s sleeve. “You’re the only human in this insufferable tower that I can find joy in being around.” Loki began. “I felt that to show you my kindness, I would help you.”

“I find joy in being around you too, Loki.” you replied, giving him a small smile. “Thank you.”

Your voice came out more sincere than you thought it would be. But you really did appreceate this a lot. It was nice to have some help. It was even better that it was Loki. Somewhere inside your mind, a part of you had been screaming Score! over top of your headache and body aches.

“It is my pleasure, my lady.” Loki replied, and although he wasn’t smiling with his mouth, you could see the smile in his eyes.

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prayedtoyou · 4 years

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elevator confessions

Destiel // 1.6k words // general audiences // mentions of past canon MCD

i was inspired by this adorable fanart by @kamicom because it kinda looks like they’re in an elevator and i just had to write something. i know it’s an older fanart, but i just saw it for the first time ever yesterday and i absolutely adore it and i think we could all use a little love confession and some fluff. so, without further adieu ~

“How did you know Amanda Lay?”

The girl—Emily, Dean remembers—hands him and Cas a couple cups of coffee. It’s early morning and smells like the rain they drove through on the ride here the night before. The windows of her high rise Seattle apartment are all open and a soft breeze rustles a magazine on the coffee table, moves the floor-length curtains. The apartment is stunning in a shabby chic sort of way, full of floral designs and soft throw blankets. It’s not really Dean’s taste, but it’s spotless. Dean wonders if she’s been cleaning through her sadness.

“We went to grad school together.” She takes a seat in the white armchair across from the couch Dean and Cas are sat on. Her face is expressionless but her eyes are swollen. Dean’s seen it plenty of times before; people repress their grief around other people in the aftermath of a death so no one can see them falling apart. Dean’s been there himself more times than he’d like to remember. “We met in the food court between classes and clicked right away. We started living together a year after we met.” She looks from Dean to Cas and back to Dean. “I’m sorry, I didn’t think I had to talk to the cops about this, I wasn’t there.”

“The FBI takes things a little more seriously and we have to run our own investigation,” Dean explains. He takes a sip of his coffee and flips open his notepad. “I know this must be very difficult for you, but we appreciate any information you can give us.”

“The FBI is involved in a . . . bear attack?”

“Killers are very creative nowadays, Ms. Maxwell,” Dean continues quickly when he sees Cas’s mouth open up. He told Cas not to talk too much, since he was never really all that great at undercover work. “We have reason to believe that a person may have done this with their own makeshift claws.”

Dean knew there was no delicate way to put that, but he didn’t have to recite the words like they were out of a script. That’s the downside of having so much experience, sometimes you forget that other people care more than you do.

Emily’s stoic expression holds while she processes Dean’s words, but it breaks down slowly, and then, all all at once, she begins to shake under waves of sobbing. Her hands come up to cover her face as the gasping and wailing fill the otherwise composed apartment. Cas looks at Dean, clearly uncomfortable and unsure of what to do.

“Who would do that?” she shrieks, looking between Dean and Cas with tears streaming down her face, hands in fists on her knees. “To another person? To Amanda? Why would they do that to her? She didn’t do anything wrong!”

Dean opens his mouth to offer some sort of rehearsed condolence, but abandons the idea when she wraps her arms around her middle and bows her head over her lap, the crying continuing. She looks like she’s about to be sick.

Cas leans over and whispers, “Dean, what’s happening?”

It takes everything in him not to roll his eyes. “She just lost her friend, Agent Kossoff. She’s sad.”

“She wasn’t just my friend!” Emily blurts around a hiccup, pulling herself up enough to cast her angry red eyes at them. “I was in love with her! She was the love of my life and I never—” hic “—I never—” hic “—told her!”

Understanding floods through Dean. It hits painfully close to home, but he doesn’t have the time to think about it. He pushes the box of tissues on the table closer to her, hoping that’s what she needs right now. He watches as she takes one to mop up her tears and then another to loudly blow her nose. She’s an absolute wreck. A flash of a memory—knuckles against a back door, carrying a body inside, burning his best friend—knocks a little breath out of him. He pushes it away.

“I was going to tell her on her birthday,” she blubbers quietly, sobs subsiding. “I had this big plan with flowers and wine and some rom-coms. She never really liked parties, so I thought it could just be the two of us, and I could talk to her about it. But at the last minute she said she wanted to go hiking with her sister. I told her to be safe and call me if she had signal, but the next time I saw her was on the news.”

Dean pulls a few pages of his notepad back and finds a name. “Her sister, Kelsey, said that it happened while Amanda was out looking for some water, but Kelsey wasn’t attacked. Was there anyone who would have ever wanted to hurt Amanda?”

Emily shakes her head. “Amanda was the kindest person I’ve ever met. She was a veterinarian, for crying out loud, all she wanted to do was take care of animals and volunteer at the soup kitchen and paint. Everyone loved her.”

Dean nods, scratching a few words on his notepad. He glances at Cas who’s already looking at him, but quickly looks away.

There isn’t much else she could tell them and Dean’s sure that she would rather be alone to cope with her loss than continue to be questioned by strangers, so he stands and Cas follows suit. He hands her a card. “We appreciate your time, Emily. If you think of anything else, please don’t hesitate to call.”

She takes the card with a nod and nothing else. Dean and Cas let themselves out and press the button for the elevator. It’s quiet between them as they wait for the car. Dean worries his lip, thinking about the times he lost Cas and regretted not telling him.

He should tell him. Before it’s really too late. Cas could die tomorrow—hell, he could die today on this case—and he’d never know.

Maybe Amanda knew and she went hiking because she was too afraid to deal with it. Maybe she thought avoiding Emily would make it feel less like breaking her heart. Maybe Cas knows, too. Maybe that’s why he never seems to stick around longer than a week or two at a time.

The elevator doors open for them and they step inside. Cas isn’t looking at Dean, more concerned with wringing his hands together like he’s nervous. Dean’s never seen him do that before; he looks so human doing it.

He should tell him. Cas is human now, so he’s vulnerable. The elevator cords could snap and they could fall 15 floors to their death. Someone could hit them on the drive back to the motel and crush them against the side of a building. Lightning could strike, a 10th story potted plant could fall, a dog could maul one of them and it’d all be over. He should tell him.

Dean Winchester has never been rumored to be a coward, not since he spent decades hunting monsters and staring Death in the face and fighting God himself. But this is different. This is scary—putting it all on the line to risk losing one of the most important people in his life. Still, he should tell him.

It’s just not the right time. Which is a problem, because it’s never the right time. He could have told him when he first started having these feelings, when they were new and confusing, but how could he explain something he didn’t even understand? He could have told him when he was planning on blowing up Amara and himself, but what would be the point in admitting his feelings when he was just about to die? He could have told him when Cas came back from the Empty, all shiny and new and lost, but there was too much else going on to worry about emotions. He could have told him in purgatory, both times, he could have told him in the hushed hours of the night when he knew Cas was watching over him, he could have told him, he should have told him, he should tell him, he—

“Dean?”

Cas’s voice startles him out of his internal argument. Cas is still distressing his hands and his gaze is zeroed in on the floor.

“Hm?” he replies.

Cas doesn’t say anything for a few seconds. He said Dean’s name so quietly he’s starting to wonder if he even said it at all.

“I . . .” Dean hears Cas audibly swallow and take a deep breath. “I love you.”

Dean’s brain short circuits. Cas didn’t really just say he loved him, did he?

“Hmm,” he hums in response. What does one even say to that? Yeah, I love you too and I have for years but I was too much of a pussy to say anything. And maybe also, Did you just have the same internal monologue as me and beat me to the punch? Perhaps with a side of, Was I even going to take that punch or just continue to repress my feelings for another ten years?

None of those things come out. Instead, he does what he does best and Dean Winchesters his way through it. He wraps an arm around Cas’s neck like it’s no big deal and pulls him in close enough to press a long kiss to his cheekbone. Cas is stiff for a moment, then relaxes and worms an arm around Dean’s waist.

“I love you, too,” Dean says against Cas’s skin.

Cas turns to face him and Dean turns at the same time and their mouths find each other without preamble.

When the elevator opens to the lobby, they walk out to the car like that, wrapped around each other, and then they hold hands in Baby, and then they meet up with Sam at the motel with smiles and breakfast sandwiches. Sam doesn’t say anything, but Dean thinks he knows. And that’s enough for now.

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vantaestummy · 4 years

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Bad Sushi, Long Nights, and Lots of Love (Part 2)

Commission prompt: sick jk and his caretaker boyfriends, Seokjin and Namjoon

TW/// emeto & scat

A/N: I hope you all can give this fic a second chance, and I also hope that you all can forgive me and learn to trust me again. Thank you to those who sent me kind messages. I will do my best to pay more attention and continue to own up to my mistakes.

When they arrive, Jungkook is not where Seokjin left him. The maknae is sitting on the edge of the couch, knuckles burning white as he grips the siding of the couch cushions. His face has paled to a drastic degree, and his teeth chatter as he swallows convulsively.

“Are you going to be sick?” Namjoon rushes to Jungkook’s side, his knees falling to the floor as he places a hand to the younger man’s forehead. He looks up at Seokjin, worry clear in his eyes.

“Babe, he’s burning up.” Namjoon says.

Seokjin stands cautiously over Jungkook, the maknae clamping a hand to his wet and trembling lips.

Jungkook’s chills worsen. “H-hyung…”

Namjoon jumps into action, snatching a bowl from the dish wrack before pressing it into Jungkook’s arms with haste. The maknae opens his mouth, a string of drool falling into the bowl before he gags helplessly. With one giant heave, small pools of bile pour from his lips, clattering into the plastic with a loud and revolting noise. Seokjin pulls at his growing hair, talking him through it as he rubs the younger’s back with a calm hand.

“Shit,” Namjoon murmurs. “He’s really sick, hyung.. Think it’s a bug?”

Seokjin’s jaw clenches as he continues to hold back Jungkook’s fringe with shaky hands. “I don’t know Joon-ah. Fever and chills could also come from food poisoning. What has he eaten?”

Namjoon shakes his head as he thinks. “Nothing today. He barely ate his breakfast, so it must have been something from yesterday if it’s food poisoning.”

Seokjin groans in frustration. “Should we take him to a hospital?”

Jungkook moans, his top half swaying forward as he hiccups wetly. Namjoon presses a hand to his chest, to keep him upright.

“N-No, don’t leave me hyungs…” Jungkook pleads deliriously, perspiration clinging to his skin. Seokjin and Namjoon share a grave and very concerned look.

Seokjin drops to his knees so that he can cup Jungkook’s cheek.

“We’re not going to leave you baby, but we need to take you to get the help that you need.”

“No.” Jungkook cries, tears springing to life in his closed eyes. The sickness is really starting to take it out of him. Namjoon and Seokjin are nearly driven to tears themselves.

Jungkook swallows convulsively. “I’m… I’m done hyungies. Can I just… Can I lay down? Can you stay?”

Namjoon cards a hand gently through Jungkook’s locks, a sad smile curling along his dimpled face.

“Oh Jungkook-ah, I have to talk over a new schedule with the staff and P.D. but… maybe I’ll join you two later, okay bunny?” Namjoon offers as he winks at him. Jungkook can’t help but to giggle, even when his stomach aches and his throat burns.

Seokjin brings Namjoon’s face in for a slow and sweet kiss.

“I’ll take care of him while you’re gone. I promise.” Seokjin jokes lightly. Namjoon chuckles back.

“I believe you.”

Seokjin helps Jungkook to change into something more comfortable before helping him get into bed, as well as finding a position that is comfortable enough for his sick stomach.

Seokjin kisses his head. “I’m going to make you some broth for your stomach. You have to eat something, even if it's super light.”

Jungkook whimpers, his lips bobbing as he shakes his head against his pillow, the sheets clutched tightly in his fists.

“I don’ think I’ll be able to eat anything hyungie…”

Seokjin pets his hair. “It will be light, Jungkook-ah. I promise. Do you trust me?”

Jungkook pouts, and the sight makes Seokjin coo.

“Yeah hyung, I’ve always trusted you.”

Seokjin kisses his head one last time before standing.

“You’re gonna get over this. I promise.” He says before leaving in search of the things he needs to make a light bowl of soup.

As soon as he's done, Seokjin slowly walks back to his room, a steaming bowl of chicken broth in one hand, and a lukewarm cup of water in the other. Jungkook can’t seem to sit still. His body undulates with tremors as he tosses from side to side.

Seokjin sighs. “I know you’re in pain baby, but try to drink a little of this.”

Jungkook hisses as he turns to face Seokjin, covers tucked to his chin as he opens his mouth slightly. Seokjin carefully places the rim of the bowl to Jungkook’s lips as he tilts it, the warm broth smoothly making its way down the younger man’s throat. Jungkook looks as if he’s swallowing a rock when he closes his mouth, his eyes shutting tights as he shivers with a grimace.

Seokjin frowns. “Think you can drink a little bit more?”

Jungkook doesn’t look too sure, but he nods for Seokjin’s sake. The older man pours a bit more into his mouth before setting it to the side, not wanting to go overboard in case Jungkook happens to get sick again. Seokjin makes to leave once more, in search of a trash can for the chance that Jungkook does in fact, throw up again. Jungkook however, thinks that Seokjin is leaving him completely.

Jungkook cries. “No, no, no hyung, stay with me please.”

Seokjin nearly coos again. “Jungkook-ah, love, I’m not going anywhere.” He assures him with a soft smile. Jungkook seems content when he hums, allowing Seokjin to kiss him on the tip of his nose. “Just going to grab something. I’ll be right back.”

When Seokjin returns, Jungkook is impatiently waiting for him, his eyes open and his fists curled against the sheets. Seokjin chuckles as he comes to rest behind him, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend’s torso.

“Just try to sleep. You’ll feel better after you rest.” Seokjin whispers into his ear.

And Jungkook tries to rest. He really, really does, but his body won’t let him. His stomach won’t let him.

Seokjin pats the lower abdomen of Jungkook’s stomach, a bulge there having formed, hard and round. He winces quietly in sympathy. “Does your stomach still hurt Guk-ah?” He whispers. Seokjin sits up just enough so he can see that Jungkook is squirming uncontrollably, his legs curling as he coils in on himself, pulling his knees into his chest as he whines in a pained manner.

Jungkook whimpers with a jittery nod. His eyes are squeezed closed, his lids wrinkling as he rocks back and forth on his side. He can’t help but to whine again, the pain he feels nothing more than indescribable.

It’s damn near unbearable.

Seokjin stands up before he rounds the corner of the mattress, hesitantly lowering himself onto the side of the bed. He starts to pet Jungkook’s hair, feeling nothing but useless as he watches his boyfriend suffer like this. “Think you can hold down a bit of water?” Seokjin asks him, his hand already reaching for the glass of water that he had brought the younger man earlier. The same glass of water that the maknae has not touched since he first lied down.

Jungkook groans, his entire body shaking as he pushes himself closer and closer to Seokjin, clearly afraid and in need of comfort.

Without warning, the nausea he feels is overbearing. Dizziness invades all of his senses, his stomach quaking as he tries desperately not to throw up. He tries to focus on his breathing, as well as the rapid pace of his heart, but nothing is working. His body is in a hurry to rid itself of whatever is inside, whether it’s actual food, or not.

“I think, I think I need the trash can.” Jungkook whimpers out, pressing a closed fist to his clamped lips, stifling a sick burp that sounds almost painful. Seokjin jumps up from the mattress, sprinting in pure havoc as he snatches up the trash bin from the corner of the room. He settles right next to Jungkook’s side, pressing the trash can into the younger man’s chest, breathing heavily himself as he tries to calm the incessant panic that he feels.

Jungkook begins to cough, his body jerking as he leans forward. Seokjin lifts the trash can beneath his chin just before he fruitlessly heaves. Nothing comes out, but the gags are grated and harsh, sounding more and more wet as he continues to exude such painful noises.

“Take a deep breath my love, everything is gonna be alright.” Seokjin calms him, running his palm up and down the length of Jungkook’s spine, hoping that his boyfriend can feel that he is present and near. He combs a hand through his hair, trying desperately to will away the shake of his wrist.

He doesn’t need Jungkook to know how scared he is.

Jungkook outright moans, spitting over the receptacle before he burps up a string of saliva, the taste of undigested broth plaguing his tongue.

Seokjin bites back a deep sigh. “It’s okay baby, get it all up.” He whispers. A part of him would rather have Jungkook throw up something than just bile, as that puts him in more pain, however, he would also rather have Jungkook throw up nothing at all.

“I think we need to get you some medicine, something to calm your nausea.” Seokjin advises. Jungkook can’t answer as he retches, this heave a lot more successful as vomit spurts from his lips and into the trash bin below. Jungkook’s hair falls right in the line of fire between his mouth and the trash can.

Seokjin winces as he pulls at the boy’s growing locks, narrowly avoiding another spurt of puke that comes with a large and painful sounding retch. Jungkook begins to cry, coughing up another splash of puke, the grotesque fluids forming a small pool at the bottom of the receptacle.

Jungkook tightens his hands around the bin in his grasp, as if it will suddenly grow wings and fly. Vomit has made its way onto the collar of his shirt, as well as the knuckles on his fists, but he probably doesn’t even notice because he is so out of it.

“It’s okay Jungkookie, I am not going anywhere.” Seokjin comforts him, trying his best to hide the grimace in his voice.

Jungkook heaves once again, a steady stream of vomit pouring from his lips at an alarming rate. Seokjin doesn’t know what more he can say, as Jungkook’s face grows red from the strain of the vomiting, but he continues to brush back his hair and pat at his back. It’s not like Jungkook can hear him anyway.

Jungkook wheezes a few more ragged breaths, a gag littered throughout every now and again, but nothing more comes up. Seokjin has no idea how long they sit there, Jungkook breathing rapidly with the other man there, rubbing his back in small and steady circles.

Seokjin clears his throat.

“Do you think you’re done?” He asks.

Jungkook takes a few seconds to answer, his fringe dripping with sweat and his skin a pitiful gray color.

“Y-Yeah… I... I think so…”

Seokjin nods before patting his shoulder softly.

“I’m going to clean this out. I’ll be right back.”

Jungkook sits up in the bed, breathing heavily with closed eyes as he leans his back against the wooden headboard of the bed. He doesn’t have the energy to answer, that much is clear, but when Seokjin is nearly out the door, Jungkook starts to sob.

“Hyung, hyung don’t leave me… please.”

Seokjin’s throat burns as he struggles not to cry too. “I’ll be right back my love.”

When Seokjin goes into the bathroom to retrieve the medicine, he starts to cry.

“Hyung? Baby don’t cry.” Namjoon has come back from his meeting, alarmed and panicked as he pulls Seokjin into his chest, kissing his hair and his forehead.

Seokjin begins to sob. “He’s so sick Namjoon-ah, and I don’t know what to do.”

Namjoon cups Seokjin’s cheek as he grazes it softly with his thumb.

“You’re so busy taking care of Jungkook, that you’re neglecting to take care of yourself. Do you realize that it’s already dinner time? You skipped lunch, hyung.”

Seokjin sniffles as he looks at the time.

Had it really gotten that late?

“H-He, he’s not getting any better. He threw up a lot after I tried to feed him some broth.”

Namjoon nods as he kisses Seokjin’s hair.

“You take a break. I’ll look after him. Our schedules are clear for the day. If he gets worse, then we’ll take him to the emergency room. After thinking about it for a bit… I might have an idea on what made Gukkie so sick.”

Oh?

“What do you think it was?” Seokjin asks, intrigued.

“I think it was the new sushi place that we ordered from last night. Guk was the only one that got something raw.”

Seokjin frowns as he thinks back to the night that Namjoon speaks of.

Seokjin gasps.

“Oh fuck.”

Namjoon laughs outright, surprised at Seokjin’s sudden use of such vulgar language.

“Go eat. I’m going to go check on him. If it’s just food poisoning, then this shouldn’t last long.”

Seokjin sighs before cupping Namjoon’s cheeks and kissing him deep. Namjoon’s breath hitches as he kisses back with full vigor. Their lips click in parting.

“I’m serious. Go and rest.”

Seokjin sighs with a small smile.

“Okay. I love you.”

Namjoon kisses him one last time.

“I love you too.”

When Namjoon enters the room, his ears are flooded with an incessant amount of snoring. Jungkook is fast asleep beneath the sheets, his breathing rugged but his body, somewhat still.

Namjoon shuts the door.

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God’s Watching, Put on a Show || Chapter XII

Eve arrived at school at exactly seven in the morning, a whole hour before class was supposed to start. She had gotten there in record time too, legs sore with how eager she was to leave the house.

You see, Eve had miscalculated her father’s arrival.

Severely.

Rather than arriving as she had slept, he walked through the door just in time for breakfast. Shirt crumpled, hair ruffled, a sated look in his brown eyes. He wasn’t even trying to hide it anymore. They were too tired for that. Yes, long gone was the happy couple trying to make it all work. In their place, the shell of who they once were, wilting husks with only overwhelming sadness and a want for temporary pleasure filling it.

Breakfast was somehow worse than dinner. Far from suffocating, she felt as if she were choking despite how well she chewed her serving of eggs. The dining room, already nowhere near welcoming before, seemed to taint everything in it, the sour mood permeating it seeping into her orange juice, making it taste as if it had gone bad weeks ago. (It hadn’t, though. She even helped her mother load groceries into the refrigerator. The juice had been there for no more than two days.)

Eve sat on that on a wooden courtyard bench, the very same one she sat on just eleven days ago, legs sore from how fast she pedaled, aching almost as much as she ached to get out of that horrid hou-

“Shut up.” Her mind echoed. It was painful, how hard she hard to try to stop herself from saying things she shouldn’t, from doing things she shouldn’t. “You should be grateful you even have a family. You know how people here feel about broken homes and single moms…”

“Eve!” Elizabeth came up from behind her, slender arms wrapping around her in a hug. She was in a good mood, giggling behind her manicured hands, cheeks tinted the signature pink of love – or simply infatuation. It was hard to tell, really, if your friend truly loved a man when you yourself were incapable of such things, try as she might, no matter how hard she forced herself to.

Nothing came of it. Nothing would ever come of it.

“So, I’m assuming you had a fun night?”

Just because Eve didn’t understand what was so thrilling about kissing boys and all that came after it, didn’t mean she wouldn’t listen to Elizabeth’s excited ramblings of it. She knew what was expected of her. One day, hopefully not one day soon, she would find a boy she could tolerate, a decent one she would at least come to love as a friend; she would marry him and lie with him, as a good wife does and bear his children.

And she would tolerate it.

Just because she was like Lilith, didn’t mean she had to act like her, didn’t mean she had to act on what she felt for her.

“Not just a night!” Elizabeth’s dark eyes twinkled, gesturing wildly and almost obscenely with her hands. “I was with him every night during the weekend and Monday night. I got Mary to vouch for me so we could go out.”

“Out?”

The brunette nodded, clearly deliberate in stating that they went out in order to say: “He just got his driver’s license so we went out on his motorcycle to celebrate!”

“Motorcycle?” Eve perked up, pleasantly surprised her friend wasn’t here to brag about her sex life and the fact that Zachariah could drive. (Really, the last thing she needed was a detailed description of a blowjob, especially considering that her breakfast wasn’t sitting right with her, though that may just be her lingering dread speaking.)

“Yup! Since he’ll be on a scholarship for college next year, he convinced his parents to let him use the money they set aside for it to buy a bike.”

She went on about the boy and the places he’d taken her, a genuine joy in her every motion, in her every word, excitement clear to all who would lay eyes on her.

Oh, Eve could feel her happiness, potent, so close yet completely unattainable to the likes of her. That wasn’t a new realization, not by any means, no, but God, it was different this time; a bitter bile rising in her, leaving the taste of acid and envy and a sorrow not unlike that of resignment, of loss.

But between Elizabeth’s giggles and how nice the boy seemed to be, the taste would soon fade into a sweet sugar cookie sort of fondness.

Only a hint of that resignment remained, a tangy, rotten after taste.

...

Unlike the first day of their newly implemented schedule, today was not so tense.

Rather, the two girls sat next to each other, not even a ruler’s length apart, not tense but tenuous both of them lost in a labyrinth of thoughts and drowning in a sea of emotions either too scary to name or too muddled to be sure of, everything mixing and melding and melting like a soup with a certain ingredient you couldn’t quite place.

The memory of yesterday was burned into their minds, playing again and again on an endless loop for reasons they dare not say, the same words spoken and heard from slightly different perspectives with slightly different thoughts accompanying it.

For Lilith, yesterday was a sign of hope for Eve. She was willing to disobey, allowing herself the occasional indulgence with a bit of coaxing. All Eve needed was a nudge, a gentle push in the right direction. The redhead could imagine it quite vividly, the girl standing before her mother, letting lies slip from her lips, pretending to have been forced into a place of opposition she so evidently wanted to be in. Eve hadn’t even tried to hide the fact that her mother was the only thing keeping her from the club, either too tired to make up an excuse or just feeling comfortable enough to open up about it to her.

For Eve, yesterday was the end of playing dumb, the end of turning a blind eye to her own desires and the undeniable humanity of people… like Lilith. She could hardly believe all that had happened despite it being so clear in her head. Between what see had seen in the locker room and what had happened over lunch and the things she’d willingly done during club time… it was all too much.

Yesterday was the end of life as she knew it. Or rather, it was the beginning of the end.

After all, progress took time and it was by no means linear. Especially not during matters of this nature.

“So what did your mom say?” Lilith said. She was trying to separate what she felt for that woman from her voice, and she was doing well, disdain for her considered. Really, fussing over every little detail of her daughter was one thing but the fact that the concern she displayed was not for said daughter but for her future husband was something she couldn’t forgive. Still, she kept her language plain and her tone neutral. Most people didn’t take kindly to other’s insulting their mothers.

“Oh, I haven’t told her.” The way Eve’s voice trembled when she said that “oh” sent arrows through her heart, the dread palpable and utterly unnerving. “She hasn’t asked yet and I didn’t have a good time to bring it up so I’ll just wait for her to say something. Maybe she’s assuming I joined the book club again?”

A lie by omission was better than an outright one but it was a lie nonetheless and the guilt of it didn’t do much to ease the girl’s tension, though the fact that she would be able to avoid that conversation for a while longer did.

“Speaking of books,” Lilith coughed, deciding to change the topic before Eve withdrew into her mind “what did you guys do in that club? Just read all day and discuss books? Is there even anything good in that library?”

“Well, most of it is theology and reference books, yeah, but those can be good! There are a few volumes of Sherlock Holmes near the history section! It’s not a complete collection at all but definitely better than nothing.”

She could already feel the dopey grin making it’s way onto her face. In the short amount of time they’ve known each other, Lilith would be hard pressed to find a time Eve had been this happy about anything. Unbridled joy was a good look on everyone. The gleam in their eyes that only came from a genuine liking for something, the way they’d gesticulate, unable to contain all their passion.

Granted, Eve didn’t gesture so much as flap her hands about, but while joy looked good on everyone, it also looked different in everyone and Lilith found this eccentricity of hers adorable to no small degree.

“They have Phantom of the Opera tucked away somewhere near this compilation of Edgar Allan Poe I’ve been able to read a few times. A bit macabre but still good! Oh, you know they have books on gardening, too! I can show you next time we go and you can check out one or two if you want! The ones on herbs was fun but I think you’ll find the one on flower language an interesting read. It’s not exactly about gardening, but still. Did you know that the way you tied a bouquet could completely change the meaning of all the flowers you were trying to send?”

She spoke in a mix of short, rapid-fire sentences and long-winded rants, switching with no real pattern, rambling and occasionally straying to go on a tangent about a specific book or mention something about gardening, none of which Lilith understood, being unable to name any flowers by appearance other than rose, daisy, and sunflower, though she listened eagerly nonetheless.

“But back to books! Near the back, just by the cookbook – oh, and um, don’t tell anyone but –” Eve scooted her wooden chair across the wooden floor, mindlessly brushing Lilith’s hair back, placing her lip just two centimeters scant of her ear. “There are books hidden there, by older girls, I think. Ones that graduated a really long time ago.”

Eve’s ivory-like hands cupped the small space around Lilith’s ear, shielding their words from any listening ears, anything that happened behind her hands hidden from prying eyes. In the midst of her whispering, she realized she could kiss Lilith; a gentle peck on the shell of her ear. No one needed to know. Just a quick press of the lips, it wouldn’t take longer than a second… or two.

And though she ignored the impulse, the thought lingered.

“Love poems and romance novels. I’m pretty sure they wrote it all themselves. Two of them are just a bunch of papers with holes punched in the side tied together by string, no cover. Technically more manuscript than book but you know what I mean. The others are leather bound journals, hand-written.”

“No kidding?” The other asked, hushed, nothing anyone further than Eve would catch. She didn’t dare say it louder, both unwilling to let anyone eavesdrop on them and scared that the excessive movement of her jaw would lead Eve farther from her.

“Nope, they’re there.” She pulled away from the girl’s ear but didn’t bother to move her seat back to where it was, their legs pressed together beneath the table they shared. “I haven’t been able to read much of any of them cause I’m scared I’ll get too absorbed to notice anyone walking past but their poems are really good! I can show you sometime, along with the gardening books.”

“We can go there later, during lunch. I’ll keep watch for while you read.”

The offer turned the girl’s waning grin into a megawatt smile, dimpled and rosy cheeked, she looked like a Raphaelite painting, a masterpiece.

“Really?”

“Sure! I’m always up for a bit of casual disobedience.” She replied with a wink and a deep chuckle, using amusement as a cover for endearment.

“Holy cow, thank you so much! But I’m pretty sure we’re not actually breaking any rules, I–”

Smack!

“Everyone bring out your composition notebook! We’re going to use the rest of homeroom to learn how to read sheet music before proceeding to the music room so if you want to fool around on the piano you’d best master this quickly.”

With that, Eve jerked away from Lilith, bringing her chair along with her and causing a loud, grating noise to make it’s way through the now silent room, every head whipping around to face them, the eyes now bearing into them, mostly shocked, some irritated, with one judgmental look from the front, from Sister Bernadette.

“No movement of chairs unless otherwise stated!”

“But-”

“Put the seat back where it was immediately or get detention!”

Lilith then pulled the girl down into her seat, cutting off another protest and brought the seat back to where it was before the nun entered, effectively ridding all the space between them.

Only when the woman turned to face the blackboard did she whisper to Eve: “Don’t argue, even if they’re wrong. They’ll just call it disrespectful and send you to the principal’s.”

“Oh… I’m sorry, I’m just not used to getting yelled at here so I wasn’t sure about– I didn’t know what to do. Sorry, again…”

“Don’t beat yourself up about it.” She gave the blonde a teasing jab along with a soft smile, looking at the girl only from the corner of her sky blue eye so as not to invoke the further ire of the clearly on-edge teacher. “’Sides, the jokes on them. They’re still wrong and we get to stay like this. That’s a win-win if I’ve ever seen one, yeah?”

Eve huffed, a small laugh, in part a sort of thanks for the given consolation, in part a sort of reassurance to the other that she’d be okay, that she’d bounce back.

“Yeah.”

In the end, they weren’t able to go to the music room.

...

The hours passed, only a few words passing between the girls every so often, most of it questions related to the work they were assigned. They were careful, Eve unwilling to anger any other authority figures, Lilith trying to fly under the radar, admittedly rather afraid of being called into Mother Cecilia’s office over even trivial matters, knowing it would lead to yet another interrogation regarding the fire.

But finally, the lunch bell rang, granting them freedom and the ability to be enthusiastic without repercussion. (As long as they weren’t too noisy, of course.) All the anticipation and excitement led to Eve shooting out of her chair and practically sprinting to the library, books shoved haphazardly into her book bag as Lilith followed not too far behind her, pleasantly surprised at her actions, though with more emphasis on the pleasant and not so much on the surprised.

“It’s right this way,” The blonde said, not bothering to drop her bag down in her usual seat as they ventured deeper into the library.

Eventually, they reached the deepest, mustiest park of the library, all the shelves covered in a thin sheen of dust save for a single row level with their knees. The sun streaming in from the arching windows only served to accentuate how unkempt the place was, illuminating the dust particles that flew into the air when Eve took to her knees to retrieve the books she spoke so eagerly about.

“The last time I’ve been able to peek at them was a few weeks before summer, so sorry for the dust. You’re not asthmatic, right?” She pulled out a few of the recipe books, setting them aside before reaching in deeper to grab a stack of papers, bound with string, it’s outer most page containing nothing more than a title and a name. Sticking her arm in a bit more, she pulled out two leather journals, putting them down atop the manuscript before taking a few more cookbooks from the shelf and grabbing the last journal along with manuscript type book.

“Nah, I’ll be fine.”

Lilith crouched down next to her, looking at the stack Eve made. The paper ones were practically identical save for a difference in thickness while the leather-bound books varied in colour, one the usual coffee brown, the other a matte black, and the last one a fine, wine-red.

“So, how’d you find all this anyway?” The redhead asked, taking the brown book from the stack, flicking through a random page and instantly regretting it as a cloud of dust came from it, resulting in a rather violent coughing fit, Eve rushing to her and patting her back as her lungs tried to expel themselves through her mouth.

“Are you sure you’re not asthmatic?”

“Eve, I’m not sure how to break it to you, but anyone that gets hit with a face-full of dust is gonna cough a bit. I’ll live.”

“Good point.” She reached over to her bag and took a tumbler from it. “Water?”

Lilith’s fingers brushed against Eve’s as the dark green bottle switched hands, reminiscent of the brief touch they shared the first time they met, on that fateful, windy day in the courtyard.

“Thanks.”

There were a handful of things she expected to happen today, things she prepared an appropriate response for. Watching Lilith gulp down water like a dying man, seeing her throat work with every sip, eyes following the stray drops that rolled down her chin and her neck, making it’s way to the opening of her shirt before finally stopping, absorbed by the fabric that now clung to parts of her chest, was evidently not one of those things.

“T-thanks to you, too… Lilith.”

The girl in question merely raised an eyebrow and snorted.

“If you wanted to start with this book, you could’ve just said so.”

Lilith passed the book she was holding to her, instead grabbing the red one and holding it out an arm’s length away and flapping it about, effectively getting most of the dust out.

They settled into a comfortable silence after that, content to exist in the same space, unburdened by the unspoken as they read. Sock-clad legs parallel to each other, pressed flush against the flesh, they looked so similar to how they did yesterday, this morning.

Lighter, though. Somehow.

Perhaps it was the lack of looming dread, the weight of anxiety gone from Eve’s mind, for now at least. Perhaps it was the lack of fear, Lilith’s worry for Eve gone, again, if only for now.

...

As Eve went on, she became enamored by the prose, the delicate descriptions crafted from simple every day life and feelings, invested by the admittedly somewhat familiar protagonist, Nina, and her best friend, Rosalie, or as Nina would so fondly call her, Rosie.

Bit by bit, though, things were changing between them. Or maybe they haven’t changed at all and she was just blind to it. Either way though, things became different, odd, queer.

“I carded my hands through her soft, black hair just like I had so many times before. “Will you braid it for me?” She asked, lifting her head from off my lap, resting on her elbows. Not quite lying down, not quite sitting up.”

She couldn’t help but think that the first sentence implied something.

“Rosalie would get her blazer dirty, stomach pressed into the grass as she traced patterns on my lap, the fabric of my skirt shifting, spiraling. “Of course,” I couldn’t say no if I wanted to, but why would I even consider refusing her?”

The way Nina spoke about Rosalie, the way Rosalie spoke to her in turn, the affection they showed to each other, the way she would describe Rosalie in text was akin to that of love… romantic love.

Eve brushed the thoughts aside though, knowing she was probably just projecting her own perversions on the perfectly normal, heterosexual girls.

“We sat there and spoke of the future, a house deep in the woods, an aged, fat cat. Preferably a tabby. I plucked flowers, giving them a new home with her as I wove it into the braid. Call me sacrilegious but she looked like a God, of-the-earth, of me. She was my God. I’d get in trouble if I ever said that out loud. But then again, I’d get in trouble for practically everything I did with Rosie”

Alright, maybe it wasn’t just Eve.

“After finishing the braid, I took a compact mirror from my pocket. “What do you think?” She giggled, deep, brown eyes looking around at the empty field before shimmying over to me, laying a gentle kiss on my cheek. “It’s lovely. You’re lovely.” She moved once more, settling on my lap, lips trailing across my forehead, my eye, my nose, my cheek. Tease. At long last, though, her lips met mine, pressing against me with a soft passion-”

She dropped the book, hands by her head as a sort of surrender to whatever god may be watching her, judging her, face flushed, chest heaving.

Lilith looked up from her book. “You okay?”

She read that. She enjoyed that.

That knowledge was the straw that broke the camel’s still recovering back.

The guilt from yesterday and everyday before that built up in her lungs, drowning her, hastening her hellish damnation. Her thoughts were consumed by apologies and prayers and pleas for a mercy she wasn’t deserving of.

Tears fell from her face like angels from the sky, a testament to her sins, her guilt.

Guilt. Guilt. Guilt. Suffocating, stifling, sinful guilt.

Crashing down on her as if she was being smitten, painful and shameful and rightful guilt.

She sobbed and shook, hands over her mouth to stop herself from wailing her anguish, her agony, her guilt.

But a pair hands weren’t enough to contain everything in her and all that spilled out. Nothing was.

Whimpers escaped through the gaps of her fingers, Lilith forgetting her shock and rushing over to comfort her.

It only made her cry harder. Lilith’s touch burned.

Eve clung to her though, rising to her knees, hands clutching at Lilith’s shirt.

It was yesterday all over again.

It was worse.

She couldn’t deny what she was anymore. Every passing second made it harder to craft lies and alibis and that would be a sin too and she’d go to hell regardless.

Burying her face in the crook of Lilith’s neck in a futile attempt to silence herself, Eve could smell the sweet, apple cinnamon perfume the girl had sprayed on earlier.

The way the scent made her face flush, even with everything going on and everything she was feeling was sick.

It twisted her stomach.

She felt disgusting, sinful, wrong, guilty.

But as she sobbed and shuddered and breathed the scent in…

It twisted her stomach.

Guilt. Guilt. Guilt.

...

“It’s okay. You’re gonna be okay, Eve.” She whispered, soft, the words meant for one person and one person only.

Lilith wasn’t a naturally soothing person. Never in her life did she have to console someone in such a way, her friends all preferring to be distracted from their sorrows by quips and jokes. This was different, though. Eve was different.

Eve made her soft and kind to a degree she could hardly fathom. Gone was her icy exterior and harsh features, traded in for a comforting smile and gentle hands.

The girl sobbed and prayed into her shoulder, unable to hear her over muttered prayers and the sound of her own heartbeat, a frantic thump in her heaving chest.

From an outsider’s point of view, it would look like Eve was the one doing the comforting, seeming to pray over Lilith in a manner akin to that to someone being exorcised, a two-person prayer circle.

“Eve,” She whispered, gently trying to pry the girl away from her so she could talk, immediately stopping when the blonde only cried harder at the gesture. “I’m gonna need you to take deep breaths, Eve. Can you do that for me, please?”

The girl hiccupped, body wracked by sobs though clearly trying to follow.

“That’s right, just like that.”

Lilith’s spindly hands made her way up and down Eve’s back in tranquil motions.

“Wanna tell me what’s making you cry? I won’t tell anyone not even Paula and Joan.”

Eve shook her head, not even lifting her head from the crook of Lilith’s neck, her tip of her nose drawing a line from where her neck sloped down to her shoulders.

“Are you sure?”

“Yea-ah…”

Breathing still ragged, eyes still red-rimmed, cheeks still tear-stained, she pulled away from Lilith, sniveling.

“I’m s-sorry, I don’t know why I’m even crying-”

She cut the blonde off, though. “There’s nothing to be sorry for. But please don’t lie to me. You know why you’re crying. I’m not gonna make you talk about it, but you know.”

“Okay.” Eve whispered, a sort of willing surrender.

It was evident to Lilith that she wanted to talk. Shame held her back, unfortunate and burdensome. She didn’t speak, instead picking up the book from where it fell, opening to the page she had last read, finger tapping the paragraph before sliding the book across the small gap between them.

She skimmed over the paragraph and a few thereafter, finding nothing of note until she finally saw what Eve meant.

“This is what you were crying over?”

All she got in response was a nod, the girl looking to be on the brink of tears again.

“Why?”

Eve shook her head again. Her lip trembled, jutting out like a child trying their best not to cry.

“If I guess right will you tell me?”

Nothing.

“Want me to stop?”

Again, there was no reply.

“Can you tell me what you want me to do?”

A shrug of the shoulders. Nothing else.

“Do you know what you want me to do?”

She shook her head no, a few tears going with it. The only thing that left her mouth was a shaky sigh as she carded her hands through her hair. Tired. Eve looked tired. She was all that and more.

Lilith looked away from her, the pity she felt too much. There was nothing she could do. If only for a moment, she felt the degree of helplessness Eve felt, knowing she couldn’t help. It wasn’t foreign to her, helplessness. It was like seeing an old friend.

She could never bring herself to be angry or even annoyed at what was happening to Eve. Not when it’s happened to her, to Paula, to Joan, to Julia, to Colette.

Lost in thought, she was snapped back to reality as Eve dragged her closer, making her face away as the girl hugged her from behind.

Eve cried into her. It wasn’t the way she cried mere minutes ago, however. It was calmer, no hiccups or shaking. Only tears streaming down the girl’s face and soaking into Lilith’s shirt with a sniffle every once and a while.

Time passed and Lilith grew bolder, hand wandering to where Eve’s were wrapped around her stomach. Her touch was tentative, Eve’s hand treated like a fine porcelain piece.

“Is this okay?”

“No.” She said.

But she didn’t push Lilith’s away, instead opting to hold it, their fingers weaving together, slotting together as if their very flesh and bone were sculpted to be together, to intertwine, to love.

How cruel of God to craft two people for each other the turn to create a world were they were not to be.

“None of this is okay.”

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