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navybrat817 · 1 year

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Sugar and Spice

Pairing: Tattoo Artist!Bucky Barnes x Baker!Female Reader Summary: You make a sweet impression on one of the new tattoo artists in the neighborhood. Word Count: Over 2.3k Warnings: Flirting, fluff, innuendos, brief moment of insecurity (reader's mom kind of sucks, sorry!), Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?). Future couple, slight angst, and feels. A/N: Because I "need" another tattoo AU, let me introduce you to Hottie and Sugar. ❤️ Thank you to @rookthorne , @sweeterthanthis, @dreamlessinparis, @11thstreetvigilante for listening to me ramble about this man and some future upcoming shennanigans. Beta read by the lovely @whisperlullaby (thank you!), but any and all mistakes are my own. Moodboard by yours truly, divider by the amazing @firefly-graphics, and Bucky edit by the wonderful Nix. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

The first time Bucky Barnes walked into your bakery, your best friend and co-owner, Tess, assumed he was lost. Maybe because he didn't appear to be your average customer. A confident aura surrounded him, like he took what he wanted without question. You hadn't encountered a man who looked like sin incarnate before.

It took you a moment to greet him with how dry your mouth had gone.

The stranger didn't smile as he made it to the counter in a few strides. It surprised you that he got through the door with his massive frame. The dark t-shirt and jeans looked painted on and the skin you could see was littered with tattoos. A handsome package wrapped up with chestnut brown hair past his ears, short beard, and steel blue eyes.

Lust at first sight was an understatement.

It was as if he walked out of your wet dreams and into your life.

Sin. Incarnate.

You smiled from ear to ear when you saw him up close, even though he still didn't smile back. You didn't take it personally. Tess once said you were too sweet for your own good, but you replied you never knew what was going on with your customers. Maybe a bit of kindness would brighten their day.

You weren't sure if it was friendliness that he needed, but he wouldn't stop staring at you.

You admitted to yourself later that his gaze made your heart pound and it wasn't out of intimidation.

"Hi. What can I get for you?" you asked.

He blinked and looked toward the display case, giving you a chance to exhale.

When did you start holding your breath?

"Something sweet," he said, his voice huskier than you expected as he jerked his thumb over his shoulder. "Those were the exact words my punk friend said."

"That's extremely helpful in a bakery," you deadpanned.

His eyebrows shot up as you dropped the serious expression and started laughing. It surprised you when he laughed with you. Not only did you consider his reaction a personal victory, but it made him look even more handsome.

How was that possible?

"Exactly what I said."

"Well, not sure if he's allergic to anything or how many of you are eating, but we can do an assortment of cookies if you'd like," you suggested, walking to the end of the case to show him the different flavors.

"That sounds good. A dozen should work," he said, narrowing his eyes as he placed his large hands on the glass and looked it over again. Was it rude to stare at him? "And since the punk didn't tell me what he wanted, surprise me."

"I'll pick the best flavors," you smiled as you grabbed a box and tongs.

"What's your favorite?" he asked curiously, folding his hands and resting his chin on top of them as you selected the cookies.

Your cheeks flamed when you realized he was watching you. You hoped you didn't drop anything. "Can't go wrong with chocolate chip. It's a classic. If I had to pick a favorite treat overall, I'd pick the caramel chocolate brownie. Simple, but full of flavor."

"I'll take one of those, too, please."

"Sure. You'll have to let me know what you think," you said, placing the best brownie from the batch in a smaller box.

"So, you're saying you want me to come back," he said with a half smile as he pushed himself off the display to follow you back to the register. "Is that it?"

Is he flirting with me? No, he couldn't be.

Your mom chastised you for ending things with your recent boyfriend. According to her, you should've appreciated that a charming, good-looking man wanted you all of all people. It hurt to hear that, but he turned out to be a jerk and you refused to settle for less than what you deserved.

You also wouldn't let negative thoughts cloud your safe space.

"I wouldn't mind," you giggled before you cleared your throat. Even if by some miracle he was hitting on you, you weren't supposed to flirt while you worked. "We like having repeat customers," you added.

"I'm sure you have plenty. It's a cute shop."

You looked for a hint of sarcasm on his face and found none. "Thanks," you said, holding your head a bit higher. The shop was your baby and you took pride in it, always doing your best to make it as bright and welcoming as you could. "And I really would like to know what you think. Always looking to improve if we can."

"It's a good thing I'm just across the street," he said as he got his wallet out. "I can sample the entire menu."

You began to ring him up when you paused. "You don't happen to work in the new tattoo shop, do you?"

Some of the other business owners on the block weren't too happy about a tattoo parlor opening up, afraid that it would attract a rougher crowd. You knew better than to judge a book by its cover. You also felt bad that you hadn't had a chance to go over to introduce yourself.

"Co-owner. What gave it away?" he asked, reminiscent of your deadpan delivery moments ago.

"Oh, just this feeling," you teased, wondering how many tattoos he had hidden under his clothes. You cut that thought off and stopped him when he took some cash out to pay. "On the house as a small welcome to the neighborhood."

He moved his hand over to the tip jar and dropped the money in. "Thanks," he gave you a half smile again as he glanced at the nametag on your bright apron and said your name.

It sounded like honey on his tongue.

"I'm Bucky, by the way. Nice to meet you," he said, taking the boxes.

"Nice to meet you, too," you smiled back, a wave of heat rolling down your chest at the thought of him coming back to see you. "Enjoy the treats."

"I'm sure they'll be as sweet as you, Sugar," he smirked.

You stood there, stunned, as he walked out of the shop. Thankfully it was a slow time of day and you had a moment to fan yourself once you remembered to breathe. You had half a mind to get a tattoo as an excuse to see him again.

"Who the hell was that?" Tess asked from behind you.

You jumped and clutched your chest, forgetting that she was in the shop. "My new crush," you answered without thinking.

"Obviously. I thought he was lost until he ordered something," she snickered as she nudged your shoulder. "You were giggling."

"Yeah. Well, I doubt he'll be back," you mumbled, going to the case to wipe it down.

"Oh, he'll be back. I saw how he looked at you," she said, moving her eyebrows up and down. "You're the sugar he wants to taste."

"Did you see how hot he is? He has plenty of 'sugar' out there and I'm," you waved your hand as you tried to think of a good comparison. "I don't know. I'm Splenda."

"Okay. First, that sounds like your mother talking, which is not allowed in here. Second, you're not Splenda. You're the whole bakery. No putting yourself down in our sanctuary," Tess said sternly. She liked to give you a hard time as your best friend, but she was serious when it came to your love life and self-esteem. "For real. You're a catch."

"Maybe he'll fall in love after he eats the brownie I gave him," you joked.

"That's the spirit," Tess said, graciously not calling you out on your deflection. "He'll be back."

You didn't want to get your hopes up over a stranger, but you did want to see him again.

You just didn't expect him to visit your shop again the very next day.

"So," he said when he went to the counter and set his hands on it, blocking out everything behind him. "About that brownie."

"Yeah?" you asked breathlessly, praying you looked halfway decent. "What did you think?"

"Best fucking brownie I've ever had," he grinned and rubbed his stomach. The praise rendered you speechless. "What else is good here?"

Me. I'm good.

You wished you said what was on your mind, but you gave him one of the leftover sample cakes instead.

It went on like that for over a week. Bucky would stop in and select a new dessert. On the slower days, he tried the treat at the counter and chatted with you. Tess messaged you on your day off to tell you how disappointed he looked when you weren't there. He bought two items when you saw him the next day.

The brownie was still his favorite.

So you decided to surprise him when he showed up at his usual time. The blue Henley made his eyes stand out more and the smile he gave you sent heat through your core. Your hand managed not to shake as you held up a plate for him. You couldn't help but want to impress him.

"Is that my brownie?" he asked when he went to greet you.

"With a twist. Caramel chocolate brownie, but I added chocolate fudge frosting," you replied, handing it to him. His fingers touched yours and you wished at that moment that the counter didn't separate the two of you. "I hope you like it."

"I'm sure I will," he said, keeping his eyes on you as he brought the brownie to his mouth and took a bite. They slipped shut as he let out a deep moan. His head fell back briefly, too.

Your fingers twisted in your apron as you pressed your thighs together. Did he do that on purpose or was it that good? You didn't think your treats were worthy of pornographic sounds.

"Fucking delicious," he promised as he opened his eyes and took another bite. "It'll hurt my feelings if you don't add this to the menu."

"Thank you. I'm glad you like it," you said, wondering if the words sounded as breathless as you felt.

"I haven't tried a single thing here I didn't like, Sugar."

"Why do you keep calling me 'Sugar'?"

"'Cause you seem sweet, like these treats you make for everyone," Bucky stated as a matter of fact. "I can stop if you don't like it."

"Please, don't stop," you said. You liked hearing it from him.

He smirked as he licked a bit of frosting off his thumb, your mouth salivating at the sight. "Not how I expected to hear those words from you."

Blood rushed to your cheeks as your brain tried to process what he said. You could play it cool. Or play along. "Well, Hottie, if you're lucky, you might hear them in a different way."

Bucky's mouth shifted from a smirk to a full blown grin. "Hottie?"

You tried to summon the ground to swallow you up, but it didn't work.

"Well. Yeah. I mean, you call me Sugar, which makes you Spice. Spices can be hot and you're a hottie," you said with as much dignity as possible before you giggled. "Or I can just call you Bucky and we forget this entire conversation."

"I won't forget. My memory can be fuzzy at times, but I'll remember this conversation," he promised, tapping his temple. "And keep calling me that. I like it."

You leaned across the counter, trying to look as enticing as possible. At least, as much as you could in your work apron. He visited the shop multiple times now and he was definitely flirting with you now. You could make a move.

Don't be Splenda. Be the whole bakery.

"Bucky, would you want to-"

The door swung open before you could finish your question, your shoulders slumping in defeat. "There you are, Buck. Andy is actually smiling at someone. Hal's trying to get a picture. You gotta see this."

Bucky's nostrils flared as he closed his eyes. "Fucking punk."

He sounds as disappointed as I feel.

"Friend of yours?" you guessed.

"That's just Steve with his impeccable timing."

Bucky stepped aside so you could get a look at his friend. The man was just as large as your newfound crush, also covered in tattoos with long, blonde hair and a trimmed beard. And he was beaming at you.

"You must be Sugar. Buck mentioned you."

"Is that right?" you asked.

"Oh, yeah," Steve smiled. "Hasn't shut up about you."

Butterflies fluttered in your stomach as you gazed at the brunette. He didn't look ashamed or embarrassed as he stared back. You must have made some sort of good impression on him if he spoke to a friend about you.

"Are you working tomorrow?" he asked, ignoring his friend for the time being as he handed you his empty plate.

"Yeah. I'm opening the shop," you answered.

"If I'm not arrested for murdering my best friend, I'll come back and we can finish our conversation," he said as Steve frowned. You couldn't stop yourself from smiling. "If that's okay with you."

Who in their right mind would say "no"?

"More than okay. I'll see you tomorrow," you said, giving Steve a wave as Bucky stomped toward him. "Nice meeting you, Steve."

"You, too. Keep making those cookies! They're so good!" he chuckled as his friend chased him out of the shop.

"Oh, who the hell was that?!" Tess shouted from the back of the office.

"A friend with bad timing," you called back with a shake of your head.

"You were finally going to ask him out, weren't you?" she asked, poking her head out. "About time. Sick of hiding in the office so I don't have to watch you two flirt."

You scoffed when you caught her smiling. "You love being in the office. And tomorrow is a new day. I'll ask him."

"You better wear something pretty for your hottie."

She's never going to let me live that nickname down.

You weren't sure what you were going to wear tomorrow, but you knew you couldn't wait to open the shop and see Bucky again.

Hope you liked this sweet introduction and can't wait to share more of this Bucky and the other boys. More from Hottie and Sugar with And Everything Nice. Love and thanks for reading! 💙

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cozage · 7 months

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The Mystery Baker

A/N: just a morsel of Zosan Characters: Sanji x Zoro, but a few of the strawhats are included too :) Total word count: 1.4k

Sanji hadn’t been off the boat for long. He only had to run and grab a few items from the island they had landed on, and he then had come right back, eager to wait on Nami’s and Robin’s every need.

But when he entered the kitchen, the delightful smell of chocolate chip cookies filled his nostrils. On the cooling rack laid a dozen cookies, still warm from the oven.

Cookies that he hadn’t made.

Someone had been using his kitchen while he was gone.

He couldn’t think of anyone on the ship who would bake, especially while he wasn’t around. If anyone had needs, they simply asked him and he fulfilled them. He couldn’t decide if he should be annoyed someone used his space, or thrilled that someone was interested in the art of creating food.

The cookies were still warm, but he picked one up and smelled it. They were made from scratch, he could smell the specialized ingredients in them. An over-indulgent amount of sugar, chocolate chips, vanilla, and a few ingredients he hadn’t expected to sense. Cream cheese, almond extract, and nutmeg..or was it cinnamon? It was so faint, he could barely make it out.

Sanji bit off a small piece, curious how the flavors interacted with each other, and let out a soft moan from the taste. The cookies were a perfect mix of savory and sweet, the chocolate chips instantly melting in his mouth.

Not that he’d ever admit it, but Sanji wasn’t sure if he could make a chocolate chip cookie that tasted this heavenly. The after flavors swirled and lingered in his mouth, making him fall in love with their creator without even knowing who they belonged to.

He shoved the rest in his mouth and plated a few to take along with him, eager to find out who had created them. It was clear that whoever had made this dessert had put extreme precision and care into the process. Such a feat was only handled by a woman’s gentle touch, so he set off to find Robin.

“Robin, my love!” He sang as he danced over to her. “If you wanted to make sweets, all you had to do was ask!”

Robin’s eyes flicked up from her book and rested on the tray of desserts.

“Cookies!” Nami called, walking up behind Sanji and plucking one from the plate. “Sanji, you really shouldn’t have!”

Nami took a bite, eyes rolling back in her head in delight. “You’ve really outdone yourself,” she praised, mouth still full. “These are amazing!”

Sanji gave a smile, pleased to see that Nami enjoyed them. But he couldn’t take the credit for them. “Actually, Robin-chan-”

“I didn’t make them,” Robin interjected, smiling as she watched Nami swoon over a dessert. “But I would like to try one, given Nami’s reaction.”

Robin tried to hide her satisfaction, but it was evident to Sanji that she had the same emotions towards the sweet as both he and Nami had.

But now, Sanji was extremely confused. If it wasn’t Robin or Nami, then he wasn’t sure who had the capability to cook. In fact, there were probably only three other men on the ship who even knew how to use an oven, and he was certain none of them would have the touch to create such a delightful treat.

“Franky!” Sanji called, entering the workshop. “Did you use my kitchen while I was gone?”

Sparks flew from Franky’s project, but the cyborg stopped his experiment and turned his attention to the cook.

“Oh hey, dude! Dinner time already?!” Franky set down his tools and brushed himself off, but Sanji shook his head.

“Did you use the kitchen today?” Sanji asked again, holding up the tray of cookies.

“Weird bribe, but no.” Franky took a cookie and threw it in his mouth. His eyes instantly sparkled, tears overflowing in an instant.

“Hey man, these are like, the most super cookies I’ve ever had! Let me have another one!”

Sanji had a bad feeling in his gut now and quickly moved the tray away from the cyborg.

“You’ll get better ones later!” he shouted, storming out the door and down the hallway.

Nothing was making any sense. The only other person Sanji could see baking was Brook, but he didn’t even have tastebuds to make them. Everyone else was useless in the kitchen; worse than useless.

Perhaps someone had snuck aboard and put poison in the cookies in an attempt to kill or weaken the crew. Perhaps a drug had been added to the mixture, and now half of the crew would be unable to fight if someone were to attack.

That had to be the explanation. Even if he didn’t feel strange now, surely the effects would kick in soon. Of course nobody on the ship had cooked in his kitchen without his permission. Of course they had waited for him to get back. Of course he-

“What the hell are you doing with my cookies?” A gruff voice called from behind him, startling him from his thoughts.

Sanji’s head swiveled around to find that annoying swordman glaring at him from down the hallway.

The blonde scoffed. “These are not your cookies.”

“Like hell they’re not!” Zoro stormed toward the cook and snatched the plate from his hands. “I made them!”

Sanji reached for the plate, his anger rising. “You couldn’t make something this delicious, mosshead! Nice try!”

“What the hell do you mean?!” Zoro held the cookies just out of reach. “I made them while you were gone! I always make them while you go shopping!”

“I’ve never seen them here before!”

Sanji lunged for the plate, but Zoro blocked him with his own body, and Sanji could smell the faint smell of vanilla and almonds on the swordsman’s skin.

“I usually make them and eat them before you get back!” Zoro shouted, pressing his forehead against Sanji’s to keep him locked in place. “Don’t even give me shit about it, because I clean up everything and put it back before you finish your little island visits.”

His words gave Sanji pause. Being this close, Sanji could smell the chocolate and spices across Zoro’s breath, and for some reason he found himself flustered at his proximity to Zoro’s lips.

He quickly ripped himself away from the swordsman, still glaring at him. There was no way that a shitty swordsman like him could create something sent straight from the heavens. Sanji refused to accept that.

“And where exactly did you learn to bake like that?” Sanji shot back, trying to ignore the drumming in his ears.

“The dojo!” Zoro yelled. “We had a baking fundraiser every month to raise money! Now, do you mind? I’d like to go enjoy my cookies in peace!”

“Get out of my sight,” Sanji hissed, turning away from the swordsman. “And don’t use my kitchen without asking!”

“As if you’d ever realize I was in there!” Zoro yelled back, storming away.

God, Sanji’s heartbeat was so loud in his chest, he was certain the whole island could hear it. And his face felt so abnormally hot that he had to go to the bathroom just to calm down.

That damn swordsman was always pissing him off, making him worked up over things for no reason. He splashed some water on his face and checked himself in the mirror. His cheeks were still pink from how angry he was about the whole ordeal.

He had been looking forward to convincing Nami or Robin to make a fresh batch with him by their side. He would have followed their every order and listened to their every demand. And once he had learned how to make them, those ladies would never have to work again. He would make them whenever they requested.

But that hadn’t been the case. He couldn’t even admit that he was craving another one, because even just saying that would give the mosshead an overwhelming amount of satisfaction that Sanji refused to give him.

He finally worked up the nerve to walk into the kitchen, where he found one chocolate chip cookie on a plate. A note lay next to it, and Sanji picked it up to read it.

Since you thought they were so delicious, here’s another one. Will show you how to make them if you ask.

Sanji had to admit, the idea of cooking with the swordsman by his side made his heart flutter.

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schrodinger-swriter · 2 months

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There isn’t a lot of hurt/comfort scenarios for sir pentious so I am going to request one.

If you are comfortable with it, can you do a headcannon/scenario where reader gets taken hostage during a turf war and sir pentious goes and rescues them?

Hope I’m not breaking any rules, sorry if I am, but I hope you have a good day.

Sir Pentious rescuing the Reader

Not much to say here in the author's note! So I guess I'll just talk about my plans for the day! I am.. not looking forward to making bread today. I might do it tomorrow, I wouldn't mind doing it today if I didn't have to make a bunch of other stuff. Shrugs... But I'm making cookies! Chocolate chip, most of them being sent to a family member in the hospital. I hope he likes them C:

That aside, I hope you enjoy Anon!

Since the date for the next extermination has been announced, revealing that it was going to be coming faster than ever... it sends so many sinners into a spiral. They scramble to do anything, almost as if a last hoorah before they're all killed. Some party, other's try to take down an overlord. Many start trying to make themselves more powerful in an attempt to have a fighting chance against the exterminators. Hence, more turf wars. An all time high in violence, actually. You were just trying to get back to the hotel when you were caught. It didn't help that you were known to be in the Princess of Hell's corner, perhaps your captors thought they could bully Charlie into giving them a boost of power and control.. a little stupid on their part in hindsight given the Princess doesn't exercise her authority.

Sir Pentious is going to need to get help from other people, likely going to ask for help from others in the hotel. He only does this after his first few attempts to save you go.. terribly wrong. He's worried sick about you, he's physically sick with worry, fearing what's being done to you.

The only thing you can hear from where you're being help captive is true and utter chaos. Crashing, booming, yelling and gunfire. You don't even fully realize that Pentious is scrambling towards you. If this were any other scenario you may have giggled at the sight of him visibly steaming. But you can't bring yourself to do so, he's climbing all over you trying to get you free. He's asking a dozen questions a minute, caressing your face with his scraped up hands. He doesn't have much time before someone is yelling to just grab you and run back to the ship. In the chaos it sounded like Angel.

Pentious is going to be all over you the entire time you're in bed and recovering. He's going to come to you the second you start to utter his name. He's trying.. so hard to not bombard you with questions, instead opting to try to keep discussion with you light hearted until you're more yourself. Thankfully, if you're a sinner you're going to heal from most.. if not all.. of your injuries, so at least there's a silver lining in that.

Pentious isn't going to let you go out alone for a while, even when the turf wars outside eventually calm down. He accompanies you when you go out, bringing his eggs with him as well. He becomes even more protective of you.

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selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs · 9 months

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Hello! I absolutely love your teen reader stories! I was wondering if I could request a teen! reader who is a really good baker. They come up with new recipes every week and have the bsd cast try them. It would be really cute if they made cakes for the casts birthdays which matched them. Maybe they bake for ranpo a lot considering he is an absolute sweet lover and reader is just an sweetheart who is often misunderstood. Thank you and take care!

Baked goods

Self-Aware! Platonic! Ranpo Edogawa x GN! Teen! Reader x Self-Aware! Platonic! Sigma

Description: You always liked to bake. And BSD Cast want to try your food.

Warning: OOC, English is my second language.

You always like to bake.

Biscuits, breads, muffins, cakes, brownies, cookies, pastries, pies and so much more.

You always heard, how people were calling you a 'perfect future spouse' and 'someone will be lucky, having you looking after the house'. They called you a 'good kid, preparing to make their future spouse's life sweet'.

You didn't get these people. You like baking just because. You are not doing it to hypothetical someone. You are doing it for yourself.

Still, no matter, how often you told people otherwise, this people just laugh and proclaimed that 'they knew better why you are interested in cooking training'.

At the end, you stop trying to make other people see your point of view. They can believe whatever they want. You will just continue baking treats, no matter what others say. You will create new recipes and let others try them.

At least, that was your plan.

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Life has its ups and downs.

Because of some life circumstances, you had to live with your uncle and aunt.

Your uncle and aunt owned a bakery.

You thought, that it will be your chance to share your treats with other people.

Unfortunately, your uncle and aunt weren't very fond of this idea of yours.

First, as they explained, they can't let an underage person work for them on a full day.

When you said you were fine with simple helping, with no payment, your aunt told you.

"[Y/N], dear, I don't think that your recipes will be popular. You are a creative baker, I am not questioning it, it's just..."

Your uncle continue.

"It's just, our clients, and people in general, are want to eat familiar treats. Not something new. Bedside, personalized treats sounds too much of a hassle to make. And I assure you, clients will find any reason to start complaining about their order been wrong."

At the end, you manage to convince your uncle and aunt let you bake something with the leftover ingredients every Friday.

They still refuse to let their clients taste it, even for free. But, at least, you have something sweet every weekend.

It was nice to lay on your bed, eating cookies and watching or reading BSD.

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Today was your lucky day. There were many leftover ingredients, and your uncle and aunt allow you to hake as much as you want. So, you were baking cookies. You were absorbed in the process and were mumbling under your breath.

"Some cinnamon... Some vanilla... Fruits, sugar, milk... Jam... Chocolate chips..."

You decide to bake as many cookies as you can, while you have a chance.

You were so absorbed in baking, that you didn't notice, that your phone start glowing.

You were waiting for the last bunch of cookies to be ready, when the room was filled with white light.

You gasp and cover your face with both hands.

When the light faded, you saw a few dozens' people in the kitchen. Very familiar people.

You looked at BSD Characters, who were standing in the kitchen. BSD Characters looked back at you.

You thought, that, maybe, someone was pranking you. But, you admitted, that none of your friends or relatives would prepare such an elaborate prank.

And then a golden light shines above your head. A gloved hand appears right above your head and pat your head. Gogol chuckled.

"In real world, you are even more adorable, [Y/N]."

Okay, this is not a drill! BSD Characters are real and they knew your name. You feel nervous. How this possible? What if they are angry at you? What if they want to hurt you?

It seems, that Fukuzawa took notice at your nervousness. Silver-haired man take a step forward. His voice was soft and warm.

"[Y/N], please, don't be afraid. I assure you, we are not here to hurt you or your family. The only thing we want is to pay for your kindness. You treated us and our pain with respect, as we were real, despite the fact, that for you, we were fictional characters."

The room was silent. You still were confused. Until you heard the beeps from the oven. The cookies were ready.

You quickly grabbed the pair of oven-gloves and took the baking sheet from the oven.

You asked.

"Um... Can we discuss this over a cup of tea and cookies?"

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At the end of the talk, you were sure in a number of things. First, BSD Cast really wasn't mad at you. They seem to like you. Second, now, after they ate your cookies, Ranpo and Sigma were adoring you.

You wonder if it will lead to something interesting.

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Life has its ups and downs.

Because of some life circumstances, you are now living with BSD cast.

Jounou and Fitzgerald managed to convince your uncle and aunt to give the custody over you to them.

And now you can bake as much as they want.

Your new family likes to sample treats you have made. No matter what or how strange the recipe, they at least try it, before tell you their opinions.

And each birthday you made them cakes. Personalized cakes.

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⭐⭕ Cake with marzipan dolls for Q.

🌂 Rose themed cake for Kouyou.

👘🗡️ Cake with cream cats and chocolate cat paws for Fukuzawa.

🦝 Book shaped cake for Poe.

🛏️ Cake with marzipan computer and futon for Katai.

🔪 Simple black chocolate and fruit cake for Gin.

🐈‍⬛ Cat shaped cake for Natsume.

🍋 Lemon flavored cake for Kajii.

💉 Pie with sweet red bean chazuke for Mori

🍇 Grape cake for Steinbeck.

👥 Latte flavored cake for Mizuki.

🧥 Tea and figs flavor led cake for Akutagawa.

👻 Pie with cinnamon and apples for Oguri.

🌸 Cake with chili and grapefruit flavor for Tetchou. Somehow, it turns out good.

👩🏻 Strawberry pie for Naomi.

🤡 Pie with pears and pear jam for Gogol.

👶🧒🧓 Blueberry cake for Teruko.

🍷 Caribbean rum cake for Chuuya. You were making it under a supervision of Sigma.

🔫 Peach cake for Higuichi.

🐯 Green tea cake for Atsushi.

🍎 Candy Apples cake for Shibusawa.

⚔️ Gin and tonic tray bake squares for Fukuchi. You were making it under a supervision of Sigma.

🫖 Cake with rock candy for Goncharov.

🪢🦀 Cake with marzipan crabs for Dazai.

✝️ Red velvet cake for Hawthorne.

🚬 Plum pie for Hirotsu.

🌨️ White cake for Junchirou.

🧲🩹 Cake with marzipan hyacinths for Tachihara.

🐋 Sea themed cake for Melville.

🐙 Chocolate cake for Lovecraft.

🐄 Apple and grape pie for Kenji.

📒 Notebook shaped cake for Doppo.

👧 Mango pie for Aya.

💰 Cake with chocolate coins for Fitzgerald.

💧 Orange pie for Jounou.

💻 Brownies for Ango.

🎧 Hot chocolate cake for Rimbaud.

🕵🏻 Cake with any candy you manage to find to Ranpo.

🍛 Some simple fruit cake for Oda.

🐰 Crêpes for Kyouka.

👒 Tea biscuits for Mitchell.

🧛 Halloween themed cake for Bram.

🐀 Cheesecake for Fyodor.

⌚ Sweet rolls for Gide.

🪶 Coffee flavored cake for Alcott.

♊ Tarts for Twain.

☕ Cherry flavored cake for Lucy.

⛩️ Sweet bread with nuts for Taneda.

🩺 Cake with Japanese sweets for Yosano.

🕶️ Cake with marzipan mahjong pieces or Ayatsuji.

🍵 Cat paw shaped cake for Kirako.

🃏 Oreo cake for Sigma.

🍰 Strawberry shortcake for Elise.

🇫🇷 Baba Au rum for Paul. You were making it under a supervision of Sigma.

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As for Ranpo and Sigma...

Ranpo proclaim you The World's Greatest Baker, assistant of The World's Greatest Detective. You baked him buns, muffins, cookies and so much more. Ranpo is always so happy to taste your treats.

Sigma enjoys your cookies. He is the first one to try new cookies you have made. He and Junchirou also like to help you with baking.

Life is full of baking goods and friends and family who like your hobby and support you.

#self-awareau #self-awarebsd #bungou stray dogs au #bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd anime #bsd x gender neutral reader #gender neutral reader #platonic #Self-Aware Sigma #Self-Aware Ranpo Edogawa #ranpo edogawa x reader #sigma x reader

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BLACK ROSES

Pairing: Mafia!Lee Jeno x Florist!Reader

Trope: Grumpy x sunshine

Genre: Dark Mafia Romance

Word Count: 1.5K

Synopsis:

Lee Jeno is a dangerous man. From going on k!lling sprees for fun to torturing and k!lling his own father. He does it all. In short Lee Jeno is the devil.

Y/N is a florist. She's as pure as they come. Nothing exciting ever happens in her life and she’s okay with that. In short Y/N is an angel.

He was bad and she was good. They were complete opposites.

…Or so they thought

Get your tissues for this one. It's gonna be one hell of a ride

*((((A/N- I'll continue this based on the feedback I get...enjoy my loves <;33)))))*

FLOWER OF THE DAY: Daffodils are some of the first flowers we see in springtime and are a great indicator that winter is over. Because of this, they are seen to represent rebirth and new beginnings.

"Y/N, can you look in the back room if they're any more peonies left? Mrs. Lee just ordered a dozen" The sweet old lady shouted out while using her pale wrinkly hand to cover the phone so the person would hear her shouting.

Y/N jumped at the sudden shouting coming from the front desk. She was sat in the break room with her nose stuck in a book, something she usually did when she had nothing else to do around the small shop. "Okay, Izzy." Y/Nreplied.

She placed the book on the table beside her not before folding the page at the corner to mark where she had left off (a habit she had picked up from her mother a few years back) got up and dusted off her jeans then headed to the storage room.

Y/N searched the room high and low before coming to the conclusion that there were no more peonies in the storage room.

"Izzy I'm afraid we have no more peonies." She told the sweet old lady in a solemn voice.

She always felt awful when her favorite customers couldn't receive their orders.

Izzy, the sweet old lady sighed " Mrs.Lee, I'm afraid we're out of stock on those, you can check tomorrow when we restock. I'm deeply sorry"

Mrs. Lee on the other side of the phone reassured Izzy "It's okay old friend, I'll be sure to come personally tomorrow to check. Goodbye Isabella"

"Goodbye " Izzy hung up the phone

Y/N had made her way back to the break room while Izzy and Mrs. Lee were talking.

Can't really blame her, she was excited to finish the book.

"You'll never leave that book alone will you?" Izzy spoke standing at the doorway of the room.

"Nope, never ever" Y/N replied popping the 'p'.

The old lady smiled at the young woman who continued to read the book she had read a thousand times before.

The old lady loved Flora dearly, she reminded her of her granddaughter who had passed away from leukemia.

"I baked some cookies before I left this morning would you like some?" Izzy asked already knowing the answer,

The girl was a foodie with a ginormous sweet tooth.

"Of course I do! Izzy this is food we're talking about" Y/N rushed out suddenly standing up.

Izzy chuckled at Flora's antics and handed her the container filled with double chocolate chip cookies that she previously hid behind her back.

"Thank you!" Y/Nyelled out in excitement.

Books and food the perfect mix.

Izzy left Y/N in the break room to resume her reading and eating. There was nothing else left to do for the day anyway.

Before they knew it, it was time to go home.

"Goodbye Y/N, get home safely okay? Don't talk to-" the old lady was cut off by Flora's playful tone

"-Strangers, I know Izzy, I'm 22 not 12. You do the same m'kay? I don't wanna have to punch somebody" Flora stated seriously

"Okay darling, see you tomorrow " Isabella replied before getting in her car

"Bye Izzy" Y/N shouted out to Isabella who was already out of the parking lot.

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Half an hour later Y/N was in the comfort of her own home stuffing her face with seasoned mac n cheese.

She let out a long sigh before plopping herself on her cheap, old, blue couch that she had bought at a garage sale for forty dollars.

The couch was practically falling apart.

She stared at the chipped cream walls of her apartment and allowed her thoughts to take over.

How am I gonna pay rent this month? The shop is barely getting any sales.

How am I gonna pay for groceries? I've been eating mac n cheese for three months straight now.

Maybe I should go back ho-

Her thoughts were cut off by her cell phone ringing

Who's that girl by EVE blaring out of the speaker

Her screen flashed the caller ID

'IZZY<3'

Y/N picked up the phone and answered

"Hello sweetheart, I'm not feeling too well tonight so I'm going to the doctor tomorrow could you possibly go to work a little earlier than usual to fill in for me?"

"Sure Izzy that's not a problem. Is the spare key still kept in the same place?"

"Yes it is, thanks again love, you're an angel, also Mrs. Leeis coming to pick up the peonies she wanted tomorrow tell her I apologize for not being able to make it okay?" Izzy replied in a weak voice.

"Alright old lady g'night and get some rest please" Y/N said.

Eventually, they both hung up and Y/N decided that it was time for bed.

She had to wake up at 7 tomorrow to prep and open the store.

POV SWITCH

Y/N💐

It was already 7:49 when I reached the store. I was a little late but that didn't matter. Izzy wasn't here to tell me off anyway.

Standing at the door of the shop my eyes started wandering among the heap of black plant pots to find the worn red Russian doll

"Eureka" I whispered when I finally spotted it.

I picked it up and started breaking down each layer until I found the spare key.

With a forceful push of the old wooden door

I was finally inside the store I had grown to love.

The store was weirdly quiet thanks to Izzy's absence but again, that didn't matter right now. She trusted me enough to manage the store on my own for a day so I won't disappoint her.

Dropping my shoulder bag on the front desk I walked over to the staff notice board and memories the schedule for today

8:00-8:30 delivery of new stock

8:30-9:15 restock the flowers CORRECTLY

BREAK

10:15-12:00 Make new bouquets for display

BREAK

Do whatever the heck you want after that until closing

I giggled at the last bit "of course she would write something like this"

It was understandable though the store wasn't that popular and we didn't have many sales.

With a sigh, I looked up at the clock that hung on the wall above the board

8:01 it read. Good, that means the delivery truck will be here any min-

The doorbell chimed signaling that someone had entered the store.

"Any minute" I finished

"Hey, Ricky, y'know your like 2 minutes late right? Izzy's gonna eat you alive for this " I laughed with my back still turned towards the door.

"I'm not Ricky" an unfamiliar voice said.

I quickly spun around to find a tall lean man dressed in a suit.

"Who are you?" I asked surprised

"A customer. I ordered previously I'm here to pick it up" He responded.

He had an accent.

I loved men with accents.

Fuck.

Clearing my throat I made my way to the small computer at the corner of the table

"Name?" I questioned

"Lee Gyun-hee " he replied shortly

I looked up from the screen "huh? What'd you say?"

"Lee Gyun-hee ." he repeated

Maybe I'm going blind or something because the person standing in front of me claiming to be Mrs. Lee did not look like Mrs. Lee.

Mrs. Lee was female

This person was not

Mrs. Lee was barely 5'6

This man was not

"Um....see...here's the thing I would give you the flowers but I can't" I stated

"And why is that?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Because you aren't Mrs. Lee" I vocalized

"이 멍청한 여자. Obviously not. I'm her son, Jeno" He said rudely.

Now my Korean (I'm assuming) might not be the best but it didn't take long for me to figure out that he was insulting me.

This rude bitch.

"You're the one who's lost all common sense. How was I to magically assume that you were her son? For all I know you could have been a stalker or something. I am many things Mr. Lee but a mat is not one of them so don't try to walk all over me. Kindly get that through your thick skull." I offered him a tight smile.

His body went rigid and we both stood in silence for a while.

That was until he took one long stride and was suddenly leaning on the tabletop baring his teeth at me like a fucking dog.

It was hot.

no, it wasn't.

Because of the close proximity, I could now admire his facial features. My eyes immediately went to his pink lips lips

Then his Sharp jaw could probably cut concrete

His big nose led me to believe...stuff.

And.....sweet baby reindeer.....his eyes

Double fuck.

His eyes were practically drilling through me.

Oh fuck me.

He suddenly smirked "You would like that wouldn't you"

My eyes widened realizing I said that out loud

Suddenly he used his index finger to trace from my jaw to my lips, then he used his thumb skimmed over my bottom lip

"How bad do you want me to fuck you?" he asked

I gasped "Let's not...have this type of discussion"

he smirked "Don't be ashamed I wouldn't have a problem giving you what you want"

I folded my lips not knowing how to react in the least - I only get sexual experiences and confrontations from books- virgin way possible.

"Cat got your tongue?" He laughed

I rolled my eyes and stepped back.

Yes

"No"

You're hot

"You're not as hot as you think you are asshole"

Triple fuck.

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Rush

Chapter 5: Over

Pairing: Eren Jaeger x f!reader

Rating: Explicit

cw: cunnilingus, spitting, praise kink, daddy kink, vaginal sex (cowgirl)

Summary: After your one night with Eren, you’re convinced that whatever the two of you have is over. But it seems like neither of you can avoid each other for much longer.

Notes: Chapter title inspired by “Over” by Lucky Daye.

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“Can you help me roll up my sleeves? It’s getting into the cookie dough.”

Mikasa smiles as she assists you, folding your sleeves over until they’re up to your elbows. She sticks her finger in the batter and tastes it, nodding her head in approval.

“Hey! Don’t stick your finger in there. People are going to be eating this.”

“It’s getting baked anyways, it’ll be fine,” she justifies, with a wave of her hand. She goes back to her spot, transferring freshly baked snickerdoodles from a baking pan onto a wire rack to cool.

It’s Friday before dinner. The two of you are in the kitchen of your RA’s room, baking dozens of cookies for tomorrow’s event. Sigma Nu Kappa hosts a bake sale every fall semester to raise money for their charity: the Stohess Children’s Hospital. One $25 ticket gives access to all-you-can-eat desserts, made fresh by the sisters of SNK, as well as some professionally baked goods from a few generous donors.

With the help of Alpha Tau, your sorority is expected to raise even more money this year. The brothers have been helping immensely with ticket sales. Jean and Marco sold tickets to their entire soccer team and the coaching staff. Levi, who works at the university gym, is planning to bring all his coworkers. Erwin easily convinced all the professors at the business school to attend. In addition, many of the brothers have volunteered to help with baking and setup during the event.

There are, however, a few brothers noticeably absent. Unfortunately, that includes Eren.

It’s been two weeks since that night. Two weeks since you last saw him when he fucked the virginity out of you. Naturally, you’ve managed to avoid him, since the two of you are in completely different majors. And maybe, just maybe, you were actively declining Armin’s invitations to go to the Alpha Tau house for dinner. Lucky for you, Mikasa was also avoiding the house for her own reasons.

Turns out, on the same night you and Eren had sex, Mikasa invited a certain Alpha Tau brother by the name of Jean Kirstein to have a little sleepover in your shared room. So, your absence wasn’t noticed, allowing you to keep the dirty deed between you and Eren a secret.

After sneaking out of Eren’s room that morning, you finally checked your phone, expecting dozens of worried texts from your roommate. Instead, you were met with three surprising messages:

Mikasa: Need the room tonight, so sorry

Mikasa: Petra said you can stay with her at the house

Mikasa: I owe you

When you confronted her about it later that day, she acted nonchalant, even claiming it was just a drunken hookup. You know the drunk part of it isn’t true, considering how Mikasa would never let herself lose her inhibitions while under the influence.

And now you know it wasn’t just a hookup, as she stares at her phone, smiling at a conversation her and Jean are having through text. With their new relationship still fresh, Mikasa has been staying away from the frat house until Jean properly informs his brothers about them.

You’re happy for your friend, seeing her all giddy and smiley like this. And because of Jean, of all people, who’s been smitten since he laid eyes on her. Good for them, you think, trying not to be disappointed at your own shitty situation with Eren.

With the ingredients for your chocolate chip cookies all mixed into a delicious batter, you start scooping them into rounds onto a baking sheet. Mikasa is already finished with her last batch of snickerdoodles, waiting for them to cool so she can start packing. She leans against the countertop, giggling at a private joke shared between her and her new beau. You can’t help but feel jealous.

Your RA, Yelena, comes into the kitchen and takes a big whiff. “It smells amazing in here,” she compliments, reaching for one of the snickerdoodles. Her hand gets swatted away by Mikasa, who’s suddenly aware again. “This is for tomorrow,” she says.

“But I’m letting you use my kitchen! Can’t I at least get a taste?”

“You can eat the misshapen ones over there by the fridge,” Mikasa directs, pointing to a small stack of irregular cookies. Yelena lets out a satisfied, “Yes!” as she makes her way to the treats. She asks you, “I already paid you for the ticket, right?”

“Yeah, you Venmo’d me a few days ago,” you remind her.

“Were you able to sell all your tickets?”

“Yeah. We only had to sell five tickets each, since we have the Alpha Tau’s helping us. I sold the rest of mine to some Eta Iota’s.”

“And I sold mine to Jean, Armin and some Delta Mu’s,” Mikasa chimes in, putting her phone away in her pocket.

“Eren didn’t buy one?” you ask.

She rolls her eyes. “He said he doesn’t like sweets, so he’s not coming.”

The more you find out about the mysterious Eren Jaeger, the less surprised you are about how little you have in common. This makes it easier to move on from him. So you think.

Mikasa adds, “Also, he said he’s going to the beach during the day and that he’ll be too tired to drag his ass to our event.”

You can’t help but wonder who he’s going to the beach with. Probably Reiner and some girls. Great. He’s already moved on and you’re still stuck on him. Maybe it’s time you move on too.

Mike’s flirtation with you that one night still pops in your head from time to time. You lied about having a boyfriend, thinking it was easier than being truthful. How do you even explain your secret desire to lose your virginity to mysterious bad boy Eren Jaeger?

But with the deed done and Eren moving on, it’s time you do the same. Mike is always nice, respectful, and fun. Almost a complete opposite of cold, distant, and serious Eren. Tonight, you’ll flirt with the senior and tell him that you broke up with your boyfriend. Hopefully he still finds you cute, and if not, you’ll find another Alpha Tau brother to hook up with. And with some sexual experience gained from your one-night stand, you can flirt with more confidence than ever before. It’ll be good. You can set yourself on the right track now, forgetting about your slight detour with Eren. Forgetting him completely to focus on finding a nice guy who will treat you right.

Once all your batches of cookies are baked, you and Mikasa pack up and deliver them to the Sigma Nu Kappa house before heading to dinner at the dining hall. You run into Annie and Hitch outside the house, inviting them to tag along.

As you all eat your meal together, chatting away about sorority life and trivial gossip, Hitch mentions, “I might be a little late to the bake sale tomorrow. Please, please, please save me some of your best desserts!”

“It’s first come, first serve, loser,” Annie comments. “Not our fault you’re going to the beach with Asshole 1 and Asshole 2.”

“Where are you going?”

Hitch answers, “Sandra is dragging me to the beach with some of the Alpha Tau’s.” She gives Annie and Mikasa a guilty look before continuing, “I’m going with Reiner, Bertolt, and Eren.”

Annie rolls her eyes. Mikasa stares down at her salad. You try to maintain a neutral expression.

“Yup. Hitch here is going to the beach with the only Alpha Tau brothers who didn’t help us with our event.”

“I had no idea they didn’t contribute!”

“You have nothing to feel guilty about. Annie is just giving you a hard time,” you console her.

“Of course I’m giving her a hard time. Reiner is a fucking asshole. And Eren is a fuck boy.”

“Hey!” Mikasa snaps, glaring at her.

Annie scoffs. “Seriously, Mikasa? Still defending your precious childhood friend? Admit it. He’s a dick.”

“Stop it, Annie,” you try to mediate.

“What? He was an asshole to you. He didn’t even apologize.”

“It doesn’t matter, it wasn’t a big deal. Also, you started it,” you tease.

“I knew you were going to throw that it my face,” she says, flicking a crouton at you.

Mikasa continues to look down at her food, not offering anything to the conversation about her best friend. Deciding it was best for the whole group to move on from this discussion, you change the subject to something else and Eren isn’t mentioned again the rest of the dinner.

That night, both you and Mikasa already in bed, you hear her shift around to call out your name. You turn to face her, surprised that she’s still awake.

“Do you think Annie was being serious when she said Eren is a fuck boy?”

Shit. How do you respond to that? Knowing fully well that he’s fucked you? You hate lying to Mikasa, but you hate it more thinking about how she’d react if you told her the truth.

“I don’t know. I don’t know really know him.” This is actually true. You have no idea what Eren does or even who Eren does, aside from you. Everything about him is a mystery, which might be the reason you’re so drawn into him. But it’s also the reason you’re weary of him.

“But have you heard anything? Like from Hitch or anyone else from the other sororities?” She sounds concerned.

“I haven’t heard anything, no. But so what if he is? It’s college, we should be experimenting, as long as we’re safe. Right?” You feel like you’re saying this more for yourself than for him.

“I get that. I’m not worried about that part of it. But for some reason, I’ve been getting this bad feeling. He seems so cold and distant these days. It’s not like him. I just don’t want him to hurt anyone.”

“Hurt?”

“I know he won’t physically hurt someone. But I don’t know. He can get intense sometimes. He’ll do whatever it takes to get what he wants, and sometimes he doesn’t think about how his actions can hurt people. He can be a little selfish.”

Why is she telling you this? This feels too personal, too real. Too relevant for your current situation. It’s like she’s talking directly to your soul. Warning you.

“I’m just thinking out loud. I know you don’t know really know him. Sometimes I wish you could have met him before all of this. You would see how great of a person he can be.” She turns to lay on her back, gazing up at the ceiling.

You give her a sympathetic look, even though she can’t see you in the dark. There isn’t anything you can say to make her feel better. It sounds like she just wants someone to listen.

She mourns her friend as if he’s completely disappeared and become a new person. A bad person. Someone who hurts people. Sure, he’s said some unpleasant things to you the night you first met. But has he ever hurtyou? There aren’t enough feelings involved to get hurt. You both went into this knowing it was just sex. Nothing more.

But there’s always that tiny, miniscule part of your brain that nags you. Reminds you how fucking good he makes you feel. No matter how many times you tell yourself it’s just sex, you can’t help wishing it was something more.

After a few silent minutes pass, you hear her snore lightly, drifting off to sleep. Leaving you wide awake with new thoughts running through your head.

How can someone who makes you feel so good hurt you?

~~~

Saturday morning, Eren is smushed in the backseat of a Honda Civic with Hitch and Sandra. Reiner rides shotgun while Bertolt drives them an hour away to the beach.

It was Reiner’s idea to have a beach day with the two Eta Iota’s. He used this as an excuse to get out of helping Sigma Nu Kappa with their charity event. A pretty shitty thing for him to do, but unsurprising, nonetheless.

And Eren is no different, agreeing to go with them.

Halfway to their destination, Hitch starts talking about the bake sale. “Annie baked banana bread for today’s event. It smells so good. Can’t wait to try it later. I’m sure you would like it, Bertolt.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” he snaps, eyes still focused forward, fingers clenching the steering wheel a little tighter.

“I’m just saying. I think you’d like Annie’s dessert.”

Reiner rolls his eyes. “Give it a rest, Hitch. He’s over her. It was just a childhood crush. Besides, Bertolt can do so much better than a Sigma Nu Kappa.”

“Hey! They’re nice girls,” Hitch argues.

“Yeah, they are. I don’t know why you hate them so much,” Sandra chimes in.

“Girls like that don’t belong in a sorority. They’re losers. It’s pathetic how cool they think they are just because they’re friends with a couple of Alpha Tau’s now. If that whole shitstorm didn’t happen to us last semester, nobody would even be paying attention to them.”

Sandra and Hitch glare at the back of Reiner’s head, but don’t respond to his rant. Instead, Hitch turns to Eren and asks, “You like the SNKs, right Eren? Mikasa told me you two have known each other since you were kids.”

Eren strategically ignores her first question and questions, “How do you know Mikasa?”

“I met most of the girls during recruitment, but Mikasa and I started seeing each other in the same kickboxing class at the gym. I also hang out with her roommate.” She states her name, then continues. “We all eat dinner together sometimes.”

Eren’s chest tightens at the mention of her. He’s not sure why. He cracks open the window to get a whiff of fresh air, wondering where she is right now and what she’s doing. She’s probably baking something for their event later today. There’s a pang of guilt in his stomach, realizing he never bought a ticket and will miss it. Miss her. He wouldn’t have minded seeing her tonight and getting a taste of her dessert.

He's reminded of their time together two weeks ago. The morning after, she snuck out of his room without a word. Not even a note. He wanted to make sure she was okay. That she didn’t have any regrets choosing him to lose her virginity too. But he pretended to still be asleep when he heard her get up.

Since then, he’s spent all of the last two weeks trying not to think about her. He did what he wanted to do. Got it out of his system. But for some reason, she still occupies his mind.

He keeps telling himself that he’ll eventually find someone else to hook up with and forget all about her. But every time he’s with other women, whether it’s the Eta Iota’s or the Delta Mu’s, his mind always goes back to her. And whenever he sees her, he loses it. He wants nothing more than to feel her all over him, be all over her. Make her feel good. Make himself feel good.

This isn’t how it’s supposed to be. He’s not supposed to catch feelings for the first girl he has sex with in college. After the most boring freshman year, Eren was determined to turn his life around. All summer, he worked out, telling himself it was for health reasons when really, he just wanted to look better to attract women. It was all planned out: He’d join a frat to follow his older brother’s lifestyle: Party, drink, fuck, repeat. He’d be free to do whatever he wants, whoever he wants, whenever he wants.

Then he met her.

And now, she’s ruining everything.

How can he live out this fuck boy dream of his when his mind is always stuck on her? It’s an unexpected snag in his plans and he doesn’t like it. He needs to do something about it. Skipping the bake sale is a start. The main goal is to avoid her at all costs.

But is that really a good idea? She’s the only girl he knows that’s so eager to please him. Why should he let someone like that go? There’s no doubt that their sexual chemistry is unmatched. What’s wrong with keeping her around until he finds someone else?

They spend the next few hours at the beach, enjoying the sun and sand. Eren pretends he’s having fun, when in reality, he’s thinking of all the ways to avoid her and to have her all at once. He’s torn; both sides of his brain playing tug-of-war with each other, neither side any closer to winning.

How can he have her and not have her all at the same time?

~~~

The bake sale is a massive success. Numbers are double than all previous years, all credit going to Sigma Nu Kappa’s partnership with Alpha Tau. Besides the ticket sales, the brothers help by offering the kitchen at their fraternity house for some of the sisters to bake. Mike even offers his party house, which a few took advantage of. During the event, the Alpha Tau’s also help distribute the sweets to the attendees, including Hitch, who arrives late, but is excited to try out as many desserts as possible. You try your best not to pester about her about the beach date with Eren. She doesn’t give you much, only reiterating Annie’s sentiments of Reiner from last night’s dinner. “Yeah, Reiner is an asshole.”

During cleanup, Mike makes an announcement that he’s hosting a party at his place to celebrate the end of the event. You make it your mission tonight to flirt with him, maybe even kiss. Anything to take your mind off of Eren.

You and Mikasa head back to your room to shower and get ready. She leaves early to meet Jean before the party. For the first time, you’re heading out alone.

Even with Mike’s party being the only plans you have, you still shove the small bag of cookies into your purse. Just in case. If anything, you can give it to someone else and pretend you aren’t thinking about Eren. You know you’re not going to see him. He’s probably going to another Eta Iota party to fuck some other girl. But there’s still that pathetic, hopeless part of you that wishes you would see him.

As you walk across campus, taking the usual route to Mike’s house, you pass by Eren’s dormitory. The memory of him literally dragging you here in a hurry pops up in your head. Every little thing reminds you of him. You have to stop.

Lost in your thoughts, you don’t notice him approaching until he’s right in front of you.

~~~

“Hey,” Eren greets. He’s in his black sweats and a grey t-shirt, sweat marks down his chest from the workout he just completed at the gym. He wasn’t expecting to see her tonight. There’s that weird tightness in his chest again. “What are you doing here?”

She looks flustered, explaining, “I was just passing by. I’m heading to Mike’s right now.”

Mike. Fuck that guy. “Were you waiting for me or something?”

This startles her. “What? No. I just…I got distracted. I didn’t even know you were here. I thought maybe you’d be at another party or something.”

“Nah. Just got back from the gym. Probably just gonna stay in tonight.” He sits at a nearby bench, waving her over to follow.

She does, sitting a safe distance apart. “We raised a decent amount of money today. In case you were wondering.”

“That’s good. I’m sorry I couldn’t make it.” Shit. Why is he apologizing? He should head up to his room and stop this. Let her go to fucking Mike’s party and leave him alone.

From her purse, she pulls out a small plastic bag of cookies, offering it to him. “Mikasa said you don’t like sweets. But I saved you some just in case you want to try.”

It’s true; he’s not a big fan of desserts. But to be offered it is still nice. Especially from her. He almost feels touched that she thought of him enough to save this for him. “Were you hoping to see me today?”

“It crossed my mind, yeah.” She gazes down, embarrassed, setting the bag of treats on her lap. It’s silent for a few moments. He studies her, unsure what’s going on in that cute head of hers. His resolve is wavering. He needs to go upstairs now.

“Hitch told me you all went to the beach today. Sounds like fun,” she says, smiling. Fuck, she’s cute. That smile is so fucking cute.

“It was okay.”

He pauses, debating with himself. If he says it, it’s over.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

Her eyes widen, shocked by his statement. “Huh?” she blurts out.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about you,” he repeats, with more confidence.

“Why were you thinking about me?”

“I don’t know. You’re on my mind a lot these days.” He decides to just let all his intrusive thoughts flow out, not wanting to lie or pretend anymore. More than anything, he wants to be with her again. Have her under him. Have her in his room upstairs right now.

“I thought you didn’t find me interesting enough.” There’s a coy grin on her face.

“I’ve changed my mind. I think you’re very interesting.” He scoots towards her, his pinky grazing her hand as he leans in closer, lips tickling the shell of her ear. “I want a taste of your cookie.”

He presses soft kisses along her neck, his hand sliding across her thigh. “I’m really craving it right now,” he purrs, his fingertips dangerously close to her clothed pussy.

“Eren,” she breathes out, turning her head to him to kiss him on the lips. He fucking loves it when she says his name all breathy like this. He smirks, sliding his tongue inside her mouth. He’s too far gone to pull back, so he doesn’t. He’s going for it. Fuck it. If this is a sinking ship, he’ll happily go down with it.

“Skip the party. Come over to my room. We’ll have our own fun, just the two of us,” he tells her. Voice low, enticing, dripping with lust. He’s doing everything he can to convince her. And it’s working.

She kisses him back, mouth open and eager, so fucking eager. He grabs her by the wrist and leads her upstairs into the room, déjà vu from the last time they were together. Once inside, they stumble towards to the bed, where she immediately sits herself down at the edge, waiting obediently for his next command.

“I’m all sweaty. Can you wait for me while I take a quick shower? I promise I’ll be fast.” He strips his shirt off, sweat glistening on his chest and abdomen. She nods lazily at his question, distracted by his bare body. “You’re staring,” he teases her.

She swallows loud before responding, “I can’t help it. You’re so sexy right now.”

Fuck. He can’t help but let any praise that comes out of her mouth go straight to his head, and his dick. He walks to her, hands at her sides, leaning in close. She looks so vulnerable as he looms over her, his gaze almost threatening. The smell of his sweat and musk is heavy in the small space between them.

In a hushed voice, he asks, “Can you do me a favor while I’m gone?”

She nods dumbly again, hypnotized by whatever sexual energy he’s emanating.

He bows his head, lips skimming her ear gently, whispering, “Touch yourself. Make yourself come. I don’t care how you do it. I just need you to be so fucking wet that I can drown in that pretty pussy as soon as I come back. You understand?”

“Fuck,” she moans, sounding so desperate and needy for him. It’s torture for her as much as it is for him, but he knows it’ll be worth it.

“Don’t skimp out on me, okay? You better be fucking soaked when I come back. I’ll punish you if you’re not,” he warns her. He kisses her cheek before pulling away to toss a towel over his shoulder and walk out the door, leaving her alone in the room.

~~~

You’re already aching for his return. Not wasting another second, you lay back and remove your pants, keeping your underwear on. Sure enough, you’re already wet, a damp spot forming on your panties from your slick. With Eren’s naughty favor being your focus, you spread out your thighs, fingers reaching down to rub small circles on your clit. You feel torn between fulfilling his request or seeing what punishment he has in store for you if you don’t. Either way, thinking of him makes you horny as you continue to pleasure yourself on his bedsheets, waiting for him to come back.

After a few agonizing minutes, you hear the handle turn slowly. He walks in, wet hair wrapped in a messy bun, towel tied to his waist, and small droplets of water shimmering on his skin. You don’t stop; your middle finger slides up and down your folds, gathering slick from your entrance to spread around your puffy clit. He bites his lower lip while he observes you, removing the towel from his body to reveal his already erect cock.

“I knew you could do it,” he praises, stepping towards the edge of the bed. “Keep playing with it. Let me watch.” He pulls your panties to the side to expose your dripping cunt.

You touch yourself faster, flustered by the wet sounds coming from your arousal. It only seems to rile him up, his eyes hyper focused on your slippery fingers caressing your bud, huffing out demands at you. “Faster. Play with it faster, baby.” You feel his hot breath on your skin, teasing you, turning you on. After a few minutes, he stops you.

“It’s my turn now.”

He kneels onto the bed, positioning himself between your legs, staring at your clothed pussy. “Look how drenched your panties are. Didn’t even bother taking them off.” Hooking his thumbs under the sides, he slides them off your legs. Instead of tossing them to the floor, like you expect, he wraps it around his hard cock and strokes himself with it. You sit up on your elbows to get a better view.

“I like having your cute panties on my dick like this. Makes me so fucking horny,” he moans, jerking himself rapidly. “But you know what makes me really fucking horny?”

“What?” you ask, voice breathless and pussy throbbing as you anticipate his answer.

“Eating you out. Tasting your cum on my tongue.”

You moan, collapsing back onto the bed, his face pressed to your pussy, planting small kisses onto your clit. It sends electricity all the way down to your toes. His kisses deepen, mouth open and lapping away at your bud hastily. You feel his tongue swirl around you in the most delightful way, causing you to grind your hips against his face.

“That’s it, baby. You did such a good job, holy fuck. You hear how wet you are? So fucking wet for me.” He slobbers all over you, the squelching noises obscene and nasty from the way he moves against your clit. “Such a good fucking girl. Such a good fucking girl,” he chants, licking up and down, side to side. You hear him spit on you, using his tongue to spread his saliva all over your cunt, repeating it two more times. It’s so fucking nasty, so fucking good.

“Eren, fuck. I love it. I love it. Please don’t stop,” you beg, fully enraptured by him. For a split second, you’re worried about throwing that word around haphazardly, but you say it anyway.

“I love eating you out. Always taste so fucking good, fuck,” he murmurs, eyes closed as he indulges in your wetness. His face is buried between your legs, sucking and slurping every drop. You’re a moaning mess for him, the pleasure so surreal you almost forget where you are. The walls are thin; the neighbors must be hearing this. You reach for the pillow beside you to cover your mouth, only to have it snatched away from you in an instant.

“Don’t fucking do that. I want to see your pretty face as I lick your pussy clean.”

Something within you snaps. You feel a rush of euphoria ripple through your body as you orgasm on his tongue. You hear him moan into you, purring, “Yes, yes. Come all over my face, baby. Give it to me. Fuck.”

You blackout for a few seconds, overstimulated and spent from the ecstasy. You’re brought back from your daze as soon as he’s beside you. That cocky smirk on his lips, glossy with your cum. He brushes the hair out of your face to cup your cheek, grazing your bottom lip with his thumb. Nothing is said between you two as you gaze at each other, eyes soft with passion, skin hot and prickly with desire. When your lips meet, the kisses are gentle and sweet, making you flutter below your belly.

Before you know it, your body takes over and you’re on top of him, straddling his hips, his hard cock pinned beneath your pussy and is abdomen. You finally remove your blouse and unhook your bra, baring your breasts to him. He looks up at you, eyes wide with arousal as he slides his hands to your hips. “You gonna ride me till I come, baby? Gonna let me fill your cunt up with my load?”

This is the nastiest he’s ever been with you. It makes you dumb, reckless, and thoughtless. “I want it, baby. I want to feel you come inside me,” you whine, moving your plush folds along his shaft.

“Then do it. It’s okay. I’m clean. I haven’t touched anyone else. Only you,” he says, caressing your hips as you grind against him.

Processing what he said, you reveal to him, “I’m on birth control.”

At those words, his soft expression turns naughty. “Good girl.”

Even if you weren’t on birth control, you’re certain you would still let him hit it raw. Which is irresponsible, you know that. But right now, you’re so fucked up and brainless for him that you don’t care.

You lift yourself off him to position his tip at your entrance, guiding it in gently as you sink onto his shaft. It’s tight, but it slides in smoothly, pussy sleek from your climax. He sucks in a breath as you take all of him in.

Taking a few seconds to adjust to his length, you lean over him, placing a tender kiss on his lips. You start to rock your hips back and forth, riding him, making his cock disappear inside your pussy with each thrust. The grip on your hips tightens as he growls, “Fuck, baby. Just like that. Do it just like that. Good girl. Good fucking girl.”

The praise encourages you to pick up your pace, ass bouncing and tits jiggling like a fucking pornstar. He’s letting you be in control this time.

“Yeah, fuck yourself on my cock. Fuck yourself on my cock, baby. Use me like your fucking sex toy. Use this fucking cock,” he spits out, praise getting filthier, your pace getting faster.

Maybe you’re not in control. Every fucking one of his demands you do without a second thought. You’re doing everything he wants. He’s got you eating out of the palm of his hand.

You continue to bounce on his cock relentlessly, hitting your sweet spot over and over. The both of you moan into each other’s mouths, exchanging sloppy kisses, unconcerned about being heard by others. All that matters right now is that you both reach your high together.

He pulls away from your lips to breathe out, “Suck on my fingers, baby. Get them nice and wet for me.”

Without question, you keep your mouth open for him as he slides his fingers down your throat. Like an obedient slut, you suck on him, dragging your tongue and lips all over his hand. He whispers praises at you. “That’s a good girl. You always do such a good job for me.”

Satisfied, he slips his fingers out and reaches down to play with your clit. The unexpected contact causes you to cry out, “Fuck!”

He chuckles, rubbing against you as you ride his cock harder and faster. “Such a nasty slut, getting my fingers all wet so I can play with your clit.” With his free hand, he slaps your ass, the loud smack echoing off the walls.

“You like being a slut for me, don’t you?” Another smack. “Say you’re my slut.”

“I’m your –“ a breath catches in your throat. “I’m your slut.”

“Say your daddy’s little slut.” Smack. You feel drunk, intoxicated by the way his cock pounds into you as he spanks you and stimulates your clit. Truly treating you like a slut. And you love it. You can’t get enough of it.

“I’m daddy’s little slut. I’m daddy’s little slut,” you whine, another orgasm quickly approaching. Mind empty and careless as you spew out whatever thoughts come to you. “I’m yours, Eren. I’m yours.” It slips out carelessly, but it doesn’t matter.

“Yes. Yes. You’re mine. You’re all mine. Fuck,” he moans, pumping into you faster, fingers ruthless against your swollen bud. “Come for me, baby. You can do it. Come for me.”

You let go, coating his cock with your cum as you ride out your orgasm with him inside you. Ecstasy overwhelms you, feeling both satisfied and drained, your body relaxing above him.

The two of you start kissing again. He thrusts into you slowly, whispering, “I’m going to come inside you, okay? Is that okay, sweetie?”

Sweetie. You’ve never heard him be affectionate before. It’s unusual. It throws you off. It makes you feel warm and fuzzy all over your spent body. Nodding your head against him, you kiss him softly until he comes inside you after a few more deep thrusts. You feel his cock twitch, hot cum coating your insides. And if you weren’t already depleted from your most recent climax, you’re sure this would get you off again, feeling his load spill out of your fluttering pussy.

When he’s done, he slides out, lifting your hips up gingerly to move you to his side. His cum trickles out of you and onto his sheets. It’s dirty and erotic. The aftermath from a night of passion between you and him.

This is the closest to cuddling the two of you have done, both exhausted and blissful in each other’s arms. He clears his throat before asking, “Was that good for you?”

“Yeah, it was.” You look down at the mess you made and giggle. “Obviously.”

He kisses your forehead. Another affectionate gesture that sends your synapses firing. “You’re not going to sneak out again, are you?”

“Huh?”

“You left last time without saying goodbye.”

He’s full of surprises today. You didn’t think he noticed nor cared that you snuck out that morning. “Oh. I…I wasn’t sure you’d want to see me in the morning. I thought it would be better to just leave.”

“You’re right. I wasn’t sure what I wanted at the time.” His hand massages small circles on your back. It’s relaxing. Comfortable.

“How about now? Do you know what you want now?”

“Yeah.” He pauses for a bit before saying, “I want you.”

It’s sweet and romantic. It gives you butterflies in your stomach. It feels like a proper confession after so much build up, so much tension between the two of you. You feel your heart pounding, almost like it could burst out of you. You’re happy.

“But let’s keep this between you and me. I don’t want people knowing about us.”

And then, just like that, you feel a sinking feeling in your chest. Dread. “Oh. Why not?”

He shrugs. “I don’t really want people knowing my business. People talk. It’s annoying.”

My business. It’s not about you, not even about the two of you. It’s about him. Confused, and now slightly annoyed, you ask, “So you want people to think we’re just friends?”

“Not even that. Let’s just pretend we don’t know each other. Nobody will suspect anything.”

It feels like a slap to the face. Like the rug was pulled right from under you just when you started dancing on it.

“It’ll be fun,” he adds, sensing your trepidation, an attempt at lightening the mood, making it seem like a silly game.

You don’t respond, unsure how to. Maybe it’s not a big deal. You think back on the night he first kissed you. He said he didn’t like PDA. Is this the same thing? You find yourself making up as many excuses as you can to convince yourself that this isn’t all that bad.

“Hey.” He tips your head up to look at him. “It’ll be our little secret. Only we’ll know what we do with each other, no one else. Doesn’t that sound fun?” He caresses your bottom lip with his thumb.

You know it’s sketchy. Every fiber of your being is screaming at you. There’s another reason, a bigger reason, why he wants to keep this a secret. You know it, but you’re too chickenshit to confront him about it. Even too scared to admit it to yourself. Deep down, no matter how much you don’t want to believe it, Eren is embarrassed. Embarrassed of not being the fuck boy he had planned to be. Embarrassed of being associated with an unpopular sorority.

Embarrassed of you.

But he’s got you wrapped around his finger; completely charmed by the luscious words he speaks and those striking green eyes that captivate your soul. You’re spellbound by him. Enchanted. Trapped. You’ve let him manipulate you into thinking you’re special. So special he wants to keep you a secret.

So, you agree. It’ll be fun. You’re fine with being his dirty little secret.

Because having him behind closed doors is better than not having him at all.

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Far From My Eyes

Pairing: Javier Peña x F!Reader

Word Count: 3.3k

Summary: It’s summer now, and Javier can look forward to a glorious four months with her alone. He gets to have her all for himself for what feels like an infinite amount of months, the long hazy days of the hottest weeks of the year stretching out in front of him like salt water taffy.

Warnings: childhood best friends to ??, fluff and a tad bit of angst, lots of longing, idiots in love, young!javi deserves more love, a tad bit of body insecurity from both ends

A/N: I took inspiration from the absolute masterpiece that is Fleabag and voila I have an idea for a series. The dialogue I used from Phoebe Waller-Bridge is bolded down below.

I don't own photos, or characters. Divider is from the talented @firefly-graphics.

Her hands are tucked between the side of her face and her pillow and Javier knows that it’s going to smell like her tomorrow morning and he also knows that he’s going to be desperate enough to press his face into it. She looks like those statues of sleeping child angels. The soft glow from his nightstand light only adds to the effect.

It’s late at night or early morning. She’s half-asleep but fighting it.

His sheets are tucked around her chest, and she’s wearing one of his shirts because she claims that they’re softer than hers. There’s a soft smile hanging around her mouth like early morning dew on a tree’s leaves. It’s a look on her that tugs at something inside him that’s never been tugged at before, but his mind is too muddled to make much sense of it.

They’ve spent the better part of six hours like this.

Old habits die hard.

She was only supposed to stay for dinner, but then he’d taken her to his room claiming that there was a book of hers still in his shelves, which there had been, but then they’d never managed to make it out after.

They’ve found themselves in much the same position as this for over fifteen years. Her hands tucked between her face and pillow, his underneath the covers and both of them on their sides facing each other.

She always lies down closest to the wall. This evening had been no different. He hadn’t even asked her to stay the night but she had this way of drawing him into doing the things she wanted for her, and all of a sudden Javier had found himself handing over his t-shirt, crawling into bed and shifting awkwardly as she tried to do the same.

Some of his best memories as a child come from moments like these.

The time when she’d confessed her first crush on a boy in their class, the other when he’d done the same for his first crush because it felt easier to tell it to her and not his friends at school.

The many times she’d snuck in a box of cookies and they’d eaten all of them until their stomachs were fit to burst, and they were giggling with all the sugar gone to their head.

Those couple of weeks where Javier had found a series of scary story collections in the library and read them to her out loud, and then held her as close as he could to himself so that she could fall asleep.

Dozens upon dozens of memories stacked on top of each other like printed photos, all bathed in soft yellow light and drowning in that gentle silence the night would take on when everyone in the house had fallen asleep.

Looking at her now, at the warm glow of her eyes and the way her hair spreads on her pillow, he finds himself craving chocolate chips and walnuts. Finds that he wants to hold her hand and doesn’t know how to ask for it without it seeming weird.

He’s been desperate for the press of her skin against his, the soft feel of her breaths fanning over his arm and the way her ribs would rise and fall in time. His body has been starved of her in the past few months where she’d been away from him and at college.

It’s summer now though, and Javier can look forward to a glorious four months with her alone, listening to the melodic tilt of her voice as she tells him about college and Austin and what happened when she was away from him as if trying to justify her absence. There’ll be popsicles that will end up more on the ground than in their stomachs, and his hand will be sticky with sugar.

He gets to have her all for himself for what feels like an infinite amount of months, the long hazy days of the hottest weeks of the year stretching out in front of him like salt water taffy.

It’s been two years, two summers and he’s still fooling himself. He’ll blink and they’ll be at the end of August and he’ll be laying on her bed watching her pack her things up again, and biting his tongue so he doesn’t say anything stupid, envy gnawing at his heart.

Even as a kid he’d known she’d been destined for bigger things than Laredo. Had seen it in her voice and in the images she painted for him in his bed when he asked her to tell him a story. She could do that really well, and didn’t need to rely on books the way Javier had to to have the same effect.

But even if she is destined for better, bigger, greater, she’s also his friend and Javier loves her in a way he’s not sure he’s able to describe. Which means that he doesn’t like having to see her off twice a year, scared that she’ll never come back and leaving him here all alone, the ghost of her shadow hanging around every corner.

When he goes to pick her up, at Christmas and in April, there’s a clamp twisted around his ribs and it doesn’t go away until he hears the tears at the edge of her voice and feels the way her hands press into his shoulders. Then he can breathe easy because she’s back and the inevitable has been pushed off for another time.

Javier’s drawn back to the present by the flutter of her eyelids, keenly aware that they’re slower coming back up than they were going down. He should let her sleep but he’s suddenly terrified of what’s to come in August and the hour has painted it so that he’s scared that maybe he’s dreaming.

So, he shuffles forward, and the sound opens her eyes. She starts to smile at him again.

If it is a dream, he hopes it lasts a while.

“If you could change anything…in the whole world,” His voice is still gravelly from the way she’d made him laugh this evening until he felt that he couldn’t breathe anymore. “What would it be?”

Her face is always so open for him, so easy to read. He thinks that if he gets close enough to her eyes, he can see the thoughts arise behind them. There’s a dent between her eyebrows that shows when she’s thinking and Javier presses it away with his thumb. He hides his hands away before he can think too much of it.

“My thighs.”

He laughs, “In the whole world?” It’s clear that it’s late and her mind isn’t working the way it should. He was expecting an answer more worldly from her. Eliminate corruption. Free education and healthcare for all.

Still, he likes her answer much more. Likes that she gave it to him plainly and that she didn’t hide behind words and ideas that were too big for the town, and by association, himself. The people of Laredo say she has her head too far up in the clouds, that her imagination hadn’t been reeled in at the right time and that she’s a lost cause now.

College. They say it as if it’s shameful, when it’s all Javier wants.

Sometimes, he’d catch her eye and feel like he’s the only one who ever really knew her.

He knows that she thinks too much and that she feels too much. She does too much of everything for everyone else that she forgets herself sometimes and Javier has to bring her back with a gentle hand for fear of scaring her away irrevocably.

“But don’t tell anyone I said that,” the fleshy little anxious part of her is wide awake now, her mind having mulled it over for too long. She lets out a small nervous laugh that she only half-commits to, abandoning it before it’s completely out.

Javier shakes his head, inches forward that much more. With every breath he takes in, he can smell her, and it’s strong enough that he can’t pretend that he’s making it up.

“You?”

He follows the same line of reasoning as her answer, “I’ve always been insecure about my face.” He thinks about the time she’d been the only one able to find him during hide-and-seek, and how, instead of ratting him out, she’d squeezed herself next to him and held his hand so hard that his fingers hurt. He thinks in turn about how she didn’t leave until the moment he’d felt ready. “You know that.”

Her smile widens, she’s grinning at him now. He can’t take it anymore and reaches for her hand. She gives it to him without a qualm or question and lets him thread their fingers together. “You shouldn’t.”

Looking away from her for a few seconds he wills the red to not rise to his face, “Well, thanks but-”

“I mean it,” she squeezes his hand, her voice warm. “Seriously, there’s nothing wrong with your nose.”

That makes him pause, pushes down the insecurity that was rapidly growing inside him like mould. He looks at her and frowns.

“I mean, there’s nothing wro-”

“Say that again.”

“I mean there’s nothin-”

“What?”

Javier’s just fucking with her now.

“I don’t know…” he narrows his eyes at her in the way that always makes her spill something she’d been hiding from him. The soft corners of her voice turn panicked, “I always say the wrong thing!” He wants to contradict her, but she’s already hiding away from him, face pressed into his chest.

The air gets kicked out of his lungs because of how close she is to him and how she’s staying so close to him. She’d arrived over a week ago but had just come for dinner tonight, at Chucho’s insistence only.

Despite the years they’ve spent together, Javier becomes shy when she first comes back, awkward and fumbling as he tries to pull himself upright long enough so that she doesn’t suspect anything’s changed in their relationship.

Because really, nothing has.

It just takes a while for him to get used to her and the idea that she’s once again a four minute drive away from him.

“You’re an asshole,” she mumbles and he can feel it in his chest. He’s glad she can’t see him now because he’s trying to rapidly blink away his tears.

He’s missed her.

“M’know.”

“I’ve missed you,” pulling away, she looks up at him. The words are offered up like an apology. Javier doesn’t accept it because she can never do wrong to him. For a split second he fears that she’ll go back to her side of his bed and without thinking about it, his free arm curls around her.

“M’know.”

The corners of her eyes crinkle, “Smart-ass.”

He rolls his eyes and his hand seeks out the comforting dips and grooves of her spine.

In a couple of days, he’ll regain his footing and be brave enough to reach underneath her shirt and feel her skin. Right now, it’ll be too intense for him, he has to build up to it. “You meant it? ‘Bout my nose?”

“Yeah,” her gaze falls to it. “There’s nothing wrong with it…Really, I mean it, and not just ‘cause you’re my friend either.” Javier’s just a little scared that she’d managed to read his mind even after they’ve spent months apart.

Javier thinks that the person who first said ‘far from the eye, far from the heart’ had never really loved anyone.

“I don’t-”

“You should…the tip, it’s very…kissable.”

He’s suddenly acutely aware of how close she is to him, and swallows in time with the bob of her throat. She lets go of his hand and he lets her and tries to ignore the caving in of his stomach.

Her head falls beside his on his pillow. She’s just far away enough so that his eyes can focus on her. He tries not to think of her and how she’s thought that his nose is kissable and fails miserably.

“Javi?”

“Hm?”

“Will you take me to the movies sometime?”

His forehead wrinkles, “Of course.” There’s a movie theatre just over an hour by car from Laredo that they’ve been going to since he’d learned to drive. Summer was synonymous with cold ice cream and her smile beaming at him in his bed, spending the days fleeing the hot sun and the evenings in the violently AC’d air of the movie theatre. “‘Course I will.” Fear seizes up in his throat, “Why are you askin’?”

She just shrugs, eyes falling to his shirt and staying there.

He presses, anxiety drumming in his blood, “When d’ya wanna go?”

“Oh, I dunno,” she shuffles closer to him on the pillow and Javier has to hold his head just a little further back so he can see her clearly. “Just…sometime.”

The static of the silent night falls around them.

“You know,” at the sound of his voice her eyes meet his and he doesn’t know how to describe the feelings that wash over him. He wishes that she would never look away. “Your thighs are great, you shouldn’t change them.”

Candles light up around her face and she smiles, biting her lip like she always does when she gets shy, “Really?”

“Yeah.”

“Great?”

He nods and then teases so she won’t hear how serious he is about this, “And I’m not just saying it as your friend either.”

Maybe if they were both well-rested, they could have heard what he’d written in between his lines. They’re not and his insinuation flies over both of their heads.

A giggle bubbles up in her throat and the room grows brighter, even with the sunrise still a few hours away. “You think about my thighs a lot, Javi?”

He sends it right back, “You think about my nose a lot?”

Her lips pout down and she starts to frown at him playfully, “No fair.”

“You think about kissing my nose just as much?”

The amusement falls from her face, and he becomes scared that he’s forgotten how to read her in just four months. They always knew when to push and when to stop, when to be pulled and when to pull. A delicate tug-of-war balance that could only be achieved over years of spending any possible moment they could together.

There’s nothing that scares Javier more than forgetting how to pick up on her cues. He thinks that if it ever did happen, he’d stop living.

Life only had meaning when he knew that she picked at her cuticles when she was anxious, that she leaned onto her right shoulder when she was bored and her left shoulder when she was uncomfortable, and that chamomile tea helps her calm down and that she prefers witty one-liners to elaborate jokes that take years to set up and usually end up being a let-down anyways.

He murmurs her name, hoping that he hasn’t ruined his summer with her with just one question, “I-”

Her lips press lightly to the blunt tip of his nose. It’s as soft as the breath of a baby, fleeting as the flap of a butterfly’s wings, and shorter than a heartbeat. For Javier it feels like being born anew. The ever-present noise in his head goes silent. All he can hear now is the rhythmic rise and fall of her breaths. His meaning is only given to him by her face in front of him.

Awkwardly, like the rusty joints of a car, Javier leans towards her, so close to her that the edges of her face are blurry.

In the same manner as her, he presses an idea of a kiss onto her mouth and pulls back just as quickly, if not faster.

His nose and his mouth are tingling.

She’s looking at him in a way he’s never seen before. The rush of emotions that it triggers inside him leads to him kissing her again, long enough that they can both understand what he did the first time, long enough for him to feel how soft her lips are.

She lets out a little sound and Javier comes to himself again. His ears pop and his world grows from just her back to his room around him and the gravity of his actions fall down on him like a boulder.

In a jerky movement he pulls away, his heart hammering against his chest, eyes widening.

Images start to flash across his mind.

He sees her frowning and yelling at him, changing back into her clothes and going back to her house. His stomach drops as he thinks of her leaving his bed eternally, and of the way her smell will fade from his sheets in a couple week’s time. He thinks of what he’s going to do with the rest of his summer and what’s going to happen at the end of it when he won’t be the one driving her to the bus stop and then watching her bus drive away until he can’t see it on the horizon.

He should look away now, so as to make the leaving part easier, but instead he’s selfishly drinking up the last few moments he has with her, before he starts mourning their friendship.

Instead of moving away like he’d been expecting, she inches forward, presses her palms to the sides of his face and runs her thumbs under the tender skin of his eyes. “Come back to me, Javi.”

He doesn’t know how.

“Baby,” her eyes are searching his face and he’s back to her. He’s back in her arms and in his bed. His heart is still pounding but he only knows himself in relation to her so it doesn’t matter.

This time, when he kisses her, she’s already there halfway. Her hands are in his hair and though they’ve been there a thousand times before, it feels new to him. His body sings for her skin against his but he can’t bring himself to do it. His hands remain on her waist, on top of his shirt.

“Did you miss me?” she’s out of breath with her forehead pressed against his. Her breaths are fanning out across his face like the waves of the ocean.

It takes a moment for his mind to straighten itself out, for him to realise what she’s asking of him.

Slowly, he sits up, with her in his arms and his lips against hers. He gives butterflies after hummingbirds of kisses to her and she accepts each one as if they were the first. His stomach twists into itself and untwists. He feels as if his heart has just started to beat after twenty long years.

She’s leaning against his arms and looking up at him breathlessly, her chest labouring to catch her breath.

Javier wants to reply but he also wants to kiss her again and he does. Meandering and lazy as he pushes his tongue into her mouth. She makes no move to rush him, thumbs running across his cheeks, one hand reaching under the collar of his shirt and resting at the place his neck meets his shoulder.

He pulls away and closes his eyes for a brief moment and then opens them again out of fear that she’ll disappear.

“Yeah, I missed you,” he’s breathing harshly as he says her name. The words tumble out before he has a chance to think about them, “All I did was miss you.”

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runa-falls · 9 months

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Sharing is caring" was great. I'm sorry to hear that there won't be a new episode, but it's your choice. So can you load the drabbles?

i think i deleted it??? i'll just paste it here!

the cookies

a sharing is caring one-shot

pairing: stepdad!ari levinson x reader (mentioned neighbor!steve rogers x reader)

rated: angst

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ari's been watching you skip over to the neighbor's house all week, baked goods always in hand to convince your mother of your innocent intentions. and of course, ever the working woman, she never truly gets to see you when you return.

but he does.

the most recent trend is the hickies painted over the length of your neck, teasingly dipping below the collar of your shirt. how far down they go is left to his imagination as you walk in all shy smiles and wrinkled skirts.

it isn't until your third excursion that he notices how the tupperware of cookies always returns with you--completely untouched. and every day, he watches you openly carry the full container under your arm as you climb up the stairs, never once acknowledging his presence.

you were playing a game, and luckily for him, you never disclosed any rules.

he hastily sneaks into your room when he hears you in the shower, eyes immediately locking on the object of interest. the box taunts him from the top of your wardrobe. he can tell you intentionally placed it there, ready to go when you decide to see him again.

he silently walks up to baked goods, a mantra running through his mind: no cookies? no rogers. cookieless? steveless. no bread? no bed.

ari grabs the box from its place before he can talk himself out of it. it’s pathetic how pleased he is with himself, childishly gripping the plastic container to his chest as he walks to his room. he lets out a breath as he sits down on his bed, steadily placing the box on his lap. you’d surely notice its absence as soon as you return, so he has to do this fast.

he rips open the top, ready to throw the treats in the trash before you can stop him, but before he could do anything, his movements stutter as he notices what's inside.

the cookies are...fake. they are plastic, inedible, disks, fit for a child’s make-believe bakery. ari shakes around the pile of plastic disks in disbelief, getting a good look at how many phony treats you’ve collected. he notices a cookie that doesn’t look like the rest. its smooth rubber surface keeps it in place at the bottom of the tub.

he can’t help the amused smile that quirks at the corners of his mouth as he picks up the thick cookie. it’s heavier than it looks and thicker than the rest of the pile. he looks closer, noticing that a few of the melted chocolate chips serve as buttons, lined up perfectly for petite hands to handle. an experimental click of the leftmost chip causes the disk to buzz against the palm of his hand, immediately confirming his suspicions.

so the dozen other cookies are simply there to hide the real treat: a cookie vibrator. wow. he never knew how methodical you could be.

he’s almost proud of you for pulling off a stunt like this. almost. but the pile of cookies taunts him from the box, reminding him of their purpose. they're just another way for you to avoid him, to send you further away from him, to give yourself to a new man.

ari carelessly pours the contents into his bedside drawer, satisfied by the sounds of the plastic hitting wood. if he can make it harder for you to see him, or keep you from doing one more thing with him, he’ll do it. this is the first step to getting you back: eliminating the competition.

he picks up the ‘special’ cookie with a sneer, thinking of all the times he stood by as you took hours to graciously deliver "cookies" to the neighbor, completely oblivious to what fills your little cookie jar.

“Ari!” the door flings open, revealing your figure, dressed in a robe, still dripping from the shower. your face is flushed, either from the steamy bathroom or the clear irritation in your voice. your presence ceases his actions as he’s caught red-handed. your eyes skip over him, going straight to the open drawer full of plastic treats. “what the fuck! you can’t just take my stuff from my room!”

“I was, uh,” he quickly slips the cookie in his pants before you can see it, “hungry?” you just huff out an annoyed sigh before snatching your trusty tupperware container out of his grip. you don’t have time for this. as you start taking handfuls of cookies from the drawer, you silently remind yourself to text steve, knowing you’ll be late for your usual 4:00 meeting time.

you hear ari clear his throat, demanding your attention, something he used to do when you were together. you cringe at the reminder of how you used to be at his beck and call. you pretend like you don’t notice, reaching to the back of the nightstand and finding a few outliers hiding in the shadows.

but he wouldn’t stop, stubbornly waiting for you to react to him. finally, you turn around to look at ari when he clears his throat a third time, mentally preparing yourself for the conversation that follows. your arms fold against your chest as you face him.

he’s sitting at the edge of his bed, arms propped up behind him as he shamelessly takes in your bruised neck, water droplets guiding his burning gaze to the new additions that decorate the tops of tits. you pull at your robe to cover yourself up better, uncomfortable by his pissed-off expression.

“do you ask him to do that?” he nods at your neck, as if he could be referring to anything else, “so you can flaunt it in front of me?”

“oh my god.” you breathe out, shaking your head in disbelief. he truly thinks that he’s the victim here.

“why are you doing this, honey? to get back at me? to make me jealous?”

you pointedly refuse to answer him, turning back to aggressively fill the container, entirely focused on packing up quickly so you can get away from him as soon as possible. you discreetly shuffle around the magazines and watches that remain in the drawer in search of the object that's currently shoved in his pants.

"wait, where-" your wrist is halted from searching any further, warm fingers wrapped firmly around you.

“hey. don’t ignore me.” you give him a cold glare as you pull your arm from his grip. he lets go, simply satisfied to just have your attention. “baby, why are you doing this?”

“i don’t know, ari.” you roll your eyes, trying to act as unbothered as possible. “steve treats me like a princess.” his nose scrunches up at the man’s name. “and he fucks me like one too.” you add, feeling bolder when you see his face drop.

“you don’t have to do this, sweetheart.” he sighs, almost sounding like he’s disappointed in you. that tips you off the edge.

“then why the fuck did you?” you spit back. his head snaps up at your sudden aggression. “to get back at me for not fucking you that one time? to make me jealous?” you curse at yourself as your voice cracks, dropping your mask of anger as hot tears spill from your eyes. “or did you just want to see me cry? hm?”

his lips part, wincing at your heart clenching sobs, craving pull you into his arms and comfort you, tell you that he loves you and can’t bear to be without you. but he stays in place, knowing that would only make things worse. he doesn’t know what to say.

“fucking say something!” you throw the uncovered container at his chest, ignoring the way the cookies scatter across the bed and fall to the floor. he can only whisper out your name, knowing there are no excuses for what he did to you. what he’s doing to you. he sees your chest stutter out a few shaky breaths in response. you use your sleeve to wipe trails of tears off your cheeks before backing away from him.

“please, just–leave me the fuck alone.” he helplessly watches you walk out of the room, carelessly leaving your cookies behind

#sharing is caring #anon #ari levinson x reader

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kitashousewife · 1 year

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hello heids!! for your writing prompt question- what about megumi and baking together?

oooh hi kaia!! yes i love this hehe thank you for sending this!!! it is making the wheels turn

"two cups? are you sure?" megumi turns over his shoulder, measuring cup hovering over the mixing bowl you set in front of him minutes earlier.

"is that what the recipe says?"

he scans the recipe for what must be the 10th time, ensuring that it does in fact list one cup of flour.

"yes, but it just seems like a lot."

you hum while you join his side once more, returning from the pantry with chocolate chips.

"i know, but trust me it's not. i've made these a hundred times. plus, i'm sure everyone will love them nonetheless,"

megumi stirs slowly, incorporating the flour a little at a time. he's seen you do it before, so it must be the right thing to do. once the dough gets a little more combined, you slide the chocolate chips over to him from across the island.

"after these, we just gotta form the cookies and bake them!"

his finger slides down the worn recipe page until it lands on the chocolate chips. grabbing the cup measurement once more, he laughs.

"what's so funny?"

"i've watched you make these for the past three years and i know for a fact you add more of these than it calls for,"

you shrug, lips pulling into a smirk.

"maybe i do," your arms push behind you as you prop yourself up next to the bowl. reaching your finger down and grabbing a scoop, you smile as the dough hits your taste buds. "but i've never seen you complain!"

he smiles, a big and toothy grin, situating the individual scoops on the baking sheet.

"and you never will, either."

megumi finishes up rather quickly, placing the tray in the oven and setting a timer while you follow behind him. each ingredient has been put away by the time he returns after washing his hands.

you aren't quite sure how you ended up baking a few dozen cookies at 2:30 am. after a long day of work for you, and a late meeting with a few fellow sorcerers for megumi, you couldn't leave each other's sides. ordering take-out so that you didn't have to move, before falling asleep in each other's arms on the sofa shortly after ate up most of the evening.

regardless, you wouldn't have it any other way. it's the weekend, neither of you have obligations in the morning. and besides, who are you to deny your hard working boyfriend of a few fresh cookies?

"i think i'll take quick shower. if the timer goes off before i'm out, could y-"

megumi is cut off by your finger brushing underneath his cheekbone ever so lightly to dust off some lingering flour. he grins, taking your hand in his and placing a kiss on your fingers.

"of course i will."

he leans back against the island and pulls you closer.

"on second thought," he kisses the top of your head. "i think i'll wait 'til they're done. i'd rather shower with you,"

you smile at that. megumi never misses an opportunity to do something with you, even if it's as little as folding laundry of taking out the trash. no matter what, he's right by your side.

"i think i like that plan better anyway."

megumi kisses your lips, smiling against you as he tastes the cookie dough you snuck earlier.

the timer goes off as the clock strikes three, and you roll your eyes.

"we've gotta get to bed earlier,"

megumi just laughs, turning the oven off and grabbing your hand.

"maybe some day. but i'll never regret staying up with you."

#megumi x reader #megumi fushiguro x reader #megumi fushiguro #megumi x reader fluff #jjk fluff #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen fluff

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vampdyke69 · 1 year

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Earl Grey Chocolate Orange Cookies 🍊🍫☕️

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(recipe inspired by Schmackary’s Earl of Chocolate cookies!! if you’re ever in nyc give em a try)

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makes about 2 and a half dozen cookies if you don’t eat too much of the dough

ingredients

3 earl grey tea bags

1 cup (2 sticks) butter

3/4 cup sugar

1/2 cup brown sugar

generous pinch of salt

1 egg

1 tbsp vanilla extract

2 1/2 cups flour

1/2 tsp baking soda

1/2 tsp baking powder

1/2 cup candied orange peel

1/4 cup mini chocolate chips

pre-heat oven to 350 f / 180 c

Melt butter on high heat and stir in loose tea leaves, let steep for about 5 minutes. Let it cool for a bit then strain (this may take several passes to get all the leaves).

Add flour, baking soda, and baking powder to a medium bowl and whisk together. Add earl grey butter to a large bowl with sugar, salt, egg, and vanilla and whisk until well incorporated. Add dry to wet ingredients and mix with rubber spatula, switching to kneading with hands if necessary. Fold in orange peel and chocolate chips.

Scoop dough by the tablespoon and roll into balls. Evenly space them on cookie trays, 12 to a standard cookie tray. Bake for 15 - 17 minutes. Let rest on tray for a few minutes before transferring to a wire cookie rack to finish cooling. Bone apple teeth

#cookies #food #resippy tag

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pedros-immaculate-vibes · 2 months

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Smoke and Mirrors 1

A BG3 AU, fluff and tension with Professor Dekarios, Paramedic Halsin, and you as the injured TA

HAPPY BDAY @general-dweebous

“And now,” began the professor, “let us sort the chaff from the grain. Best of luck,” he continued, handing out exam packets as you followed and handed out answer booklets and multiple choice slips. “I have full confidence that most of you will do quite well and plenty of you will have wished you’d attended most lectures.” He froze, mid-step, and adjusted his spectacles; peering over them, the answer key on one student’s forearm became quite visible. “Matilda, may I see you in my office?” Readjusting his glasses along the bridge of his nose, he resumed climbing the stairs and dispersing packets. “The first packet will involve multiple choice, the last will require you to use those magnificent minds that I’ve helped mold since the close of summer. And,” he paused and lifted a finger into the air, “the larger the word and more difficult to pronounce, the better,” he resumed his ascension, “I may even add points on poetic flourish.”

An acne-ridden scowl darkened one student’s face. His hand shot up, “But, Professor Dekarios, this is a history course. Why does how we express it matter as long as it’s right?”

Gale continued disseminating papers, “AH! Because your voice is who you are! It is your essence splayed out with ink and paper. It is what,” a lick of his thumb as he separated the packets, “separates you from every other person in this room. And if I see some creative individuality,” he eyed the student over his glasses once more, taking in his very basic aesthetic, “I like to reward it.”

You stifled a chuckle as he carried on, describing what else would be on the midterm. Thank the gods I decided to wear these flats, was your main thought at the moment. You’d wanted to wear something a bit more—what was a good word— “eye-catching” to go with your flowing skirt, but reasonable Toms would have to do. The class was held in a large auditorium with a long flight of stairs separating three columns of chairs; while you didn’t appreciate the amount of walking necessary to make sure everyone participated honestly, you did find a hint of joy in the way the professor’s voice seemed to reflect off of the walls.

The room was an amphitheater and Professor Dekarios was its orator, keeping you enrapt in his eloquence for four semesters, now. As quick-witted as he was, however, he seemed to be oblivious to any notice of yours. While he did appreciate you bringing him a mug of black tea whenever you fetched a coffee for yourself, or the time you had made chocolate chip cookies to sate any hints of hunger during a grading session in his office, he seemed unaware of your subtle advances.

If he hadn’t been a coworker who’s company you enjoyed so much or if you didn’t finally have a position in your first-choice college’s administration, you may have more overtly tested the waters and seen where it took the two of you.

Fortunately (or unfortunately), both were the case and for now you were content with merely sharing thoughts and time with him.

“Meg, my dear,” your eyes shot up to his, a few loose strands framing his face, “I was hoping to be in my office, reviewing a few historical findings Professor Elminster sent me last night. Think you can handle keeping the hopeful masses in check?”

You looked around at the expanse of a room, hearing the groans and low chatter of the dozens of disgruntled students. They were prepared for their doom.

“You can say no,” he added, tilting his head as you looked back at him.

He’s literally giving me puppy eyes right now, how the fuck do I say no to that.

“Psh, I’ll be fine. No shenanigans’ll happen on my watch,” you feigned a salute that extracted a chuckle from the professor.

“Well, in that case, I’ll owe you. Maybe I can pay you back with a coffee while we grade these later,” he added, looking away to clear his throat.

“Sure! Gods know we’re going to need something to keep us awake.” You had leaned in toward him, conspiratorially, and looked around to the rest of the class again.

“AhEM, yes, well, right, that—that should do well, then,” he replied, loosening his tie. “Is it a bit warm in here? I supposed it’s a good time to head back to my natural climate in my office.” He faced the auditorium sprawling out below him, “Right! Well, gods’ speed, and Begin!”

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The auditorium was filled with the sound of sighs, quiet groans, and scribbling. You paced up and down the aisles, making sure everyone filled in the bubbles in good faith. Matilda’s seat remained open as you passed it on your way up the stairs once more.

The door above clicked open. “Hi,” the professor whispered, holding the door ajar, folded napkin in hand, “Good work, I figured you could maybe use a little pick-me-up since you’ve been pacing for almost an hour, now.” He handed you the folded napkin through the space in the door. You turned and looked down toward the class, noticing that half of them watched the interaction while the other half looked toward their neighbor’s tables, and turned back to Dekarios. Unfolding the thin paper revealed a warm coffee cake muffin: your favorite.

His glasses held his tousled hair up and away from his face. A glimmer shone in his eyes and a smirk shined beneath. “I wouldn’t have my favorite coworker swooning alone in the classroom from not having a treat handy.” A smile was shared between the two of you.

“Thanks.”

“Of course, Meg. Now, I’ll let you get back to it. I was just getting to the part of the article regarding the importance of medieval cultural advances and folklore. It’s brilliant!” He pinched the air in front of him with zeal, then waved once more and closed the door.

You held the pastry close to your face and breathed in deep, savoring the delicious aroma, when—

*BERMBERMBERM*

Emergency lights flashed as the fire alarm blared from all around; suddenly, the air was filled with the sound of panic a few screams from behind you.

You spun around, almost dropping the muffin to see students scramble up, grabbing their bags and careening up the stairs. They raced past you, as you saw smoke billowing up from the foot of the stairs.

“Oh, my gods, Fire! FIRE!”

“What on earth is happen—” began the professor, reopening the door only to be pushed aside by the crowd.

You turned, handed him the muffin, then leaped down the stairs taking two at a time. Halfway down, you unlocked the fire extinguisher case with your admin key and held it under your arm. Adrenaline pumping as you continued your descent, you failed to notice how close the last stair was when you skipped past it and landed at an angle on your left foot.

*twist*

FUCK, that’s going to be a problem. But, fire’s a bigger problem right now.

You limped over to where Professor Dekarios kept his dustbin: flames consumed the refuse paperwork in the basket.

“NOT TODAY, FUCKER!”

You pulled the pin and the trigger, spraying foam and smothering the flames thoroughly. After a few more seconds, just to make sure the monster was conquered, you released the trigger, huffing while your ankle still throbbed. You placed the extinguisher down with a deep sigh and sat on the professor’s desk, trying to take weight off of your foot. A moan escaped you as you lifted your injured ankle up to your knee. Looking up, you noticed a handful of students by the doors and Gale halfway down the stairs, eyes wide and cheeks flushed. What you hadn’t noticed was how far your skirt had been hiked up your thigh.

“I think I got it, I think it’s fine now,” you panted, brushing a stray strand back behind your ear.

“Yes, I think you are—I mean, um,” he rubbed his eyes with his right hand and nodded, “Yes, yes, um, good job Meg,” he removed his hand and headed down the stairs to you.

A few of the stray students clapped and you waved weakly, “Thanks, thank you, yup. That’s why they pay me the big bucks. Pretty sure it’s safe to say ‘class dismissed’, right, Gale?”

“Yes! Yes, you’re all dismissed,” he flicked his hand behind him flippantly, signaling for the remnants of the class to disappear.

Other administration members arrived to see what the commotion was about. “Gale! Meg! What the devil happened here?” You knew Rolan cared, he just had an odd way of showing it. “It smells abysmal in here, open a window or something.” The librarian stalked toward a large window a quarter of the way down the auditorium and shoved the pane up. A pleasant October breeze swept in. “And why are you still just sitting there?”

“It appears our heroine has acquired a wound in battle, so unless you know any healing techniques,” Gale’s voice lowered from a shout to something softer when he faced you, “she’s better off here, on my—well, on the desk, that is.”

“Ofcourse you would go an injure yourself, wouldn’t you?” His words were meant to annoy, but you saw the change in his demeanor upon hearing of your state. “Well, it’s best that the fire department should be here any minute, then isn’t it? And even if we called off the hounds, given that it seems you’ve fixed that smokey little problem, they’d still want to see for themselves if the danger was quelled substantially or not. They’ll probably have someone that can patch you up, though.” Rolan paused his soliloquy to focus on a different topic with a slightly gentler tone. He approached the desk you still sat on, your foot propped up while you grimaced, “…How bad is it?”

“It’s not great,” you sneered through half-closed eyes.

At that moment, you could faintly hear sirens. Here comes the cavalry. At least there was one bit of good news: you could tell the firefighters you’d braved the flames and saved the school yourself. And considering, well, your general opinion of those in the fire services at large, you wouldn’t pass up an opportunity to impress if you could.

A few minutes later, the sirens stopped immediately outside of the window. You all watched and bantered as the crew climbed the stairway outside, lead by—

No, there’s no possible way one of them is that tall. It’s some kind of trick, viewing them at this angle through the glass, you rationalized. Then again, the rest of them all look normal. You suspended your disbelief and waited for them to make their way over, gear in tow. The tall one stopped outside of the door and spoke to Dean Aylin. Unlike nearly everyone around, the dean failed to be distracted by the fireman and continued to debrief him.

Time slowed.

The tallest man you had ever seen bowed his head and angled his shoulders down, through the doorway at the top of the stairs. A frown darkened his striking features, including his facial tattoo that stretched the length of his face on the right side.

He locked eyes with your little group at the base of the auditorium, and his softened.

“Well, I take it you’re our hero, are you not?” His voice boomed down, effortlessly.

“That’s me,” you replied, ignoring every single overwhelmed sensation in your mind and body at the thought of this muscle-bound behemoth talking to you. Just pretend this isn’t real. None of this is real, and I won’t say something stupid. I’ll be smooth as butter. “And you’re, what, the resident talking tree?”

“HA!” A wide grin cracked his face. He shook his head, “No, that would be our driver, Minsc. I’m Halsin Silverbough and I’ll be your medic for the meantime.” He slid his bunker gear jacket off and draped it over his arm as he approached you.

In what universe had you done something to deserve luck this phenomenal?

#halsin silverbough #bg3 #halsin #halsin fanfic #baldurs gate 3 #Gale #dekarios #waterdeep #dnd #fanfic #BG3 AU #paramedic halsin #Listen #im ill #and sometimes i write things #And sometimes people like the things i write

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pyraelia · 2 months

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February 19, 2024 Daily Writing Challenge Day 2 Suppress/Pastel

Pyraelia frowned a bit as she considered the final piece of the care package puzzle.

It had been easy enough to fill little airtight containers with hot broth, pork belly, cooked noodles, chili crisp and various toppings from the ramen cart Aerden liked in Silvermoon. Her delicate scrawl covered the outside of them, an enchantment she’d crafted herself locked the internal contents in time at the moment the lids had closed. When opened again it would be like no time had passed at all.

She’d been clever enough to patent that spell, and wise enough to market it to the Horde military as a crucial, “inexpensive” component of keeping the troops fed. They’d bought in, and luckily, so had the Alliance military — alongside many other individual shipping companies. It was nice to not need the Sunmote inheritance, and her pride swelled a little as she taped pretty, iridescent paper around that part of the package to keep it safe and together.

Next up had been another container full of two dozen “kitchen sink” cookies — the kind they’d occasionally gotten up and made together after a bit too much thistle on a hang out night. Some were chocolate chips, pretzels and peanut butter bits, others were potato chips, sea salt and caramel. Whatever was on hand to throw in and make a treat with. That box she wrapped up in a paper the color of a soft blue eggshell.

The third was full of a mix of wrapped candies and chocolate bars from the shop near his apartment, all traditional Silvermooon staples — enough to share, just in case. That one was just a bag, but she was still able to wrap it up in a rosy quartz colored paper and stack on top.

But the LAST piece, that was the trouble.

She huffed, knowing she was overthinking the whole thing. He’d been out on duty for so long, it was hard to know where he’d had to pause his Captain Azeroth reading. Did they ship out to the troops? Surely they did, if requested. It was Captain Azeroth. What if he already had a bunch and was up to date? Ugh.

Still, the man at the comics shop had been quite helpful and had pointed her toward a storyline that was being printed adjacently from the main comics. Some time loop shenanigan that had started to spiral off too much into its own, separate enough entity that the creator was pursuing it through a new run.

That seemed safer. But what if he DID want the regular run?

It didn’t matter. He’d be happy that she’d thought about it at all, probably.

She’d bought the limited run, and even with all the other parts of the care package ready to go still waffled about it. Pyraelia steeled her resolve and carefully tucked the brown paper bag the comics had been put in when they sold them to her in between some of the other treat boxes.

Then came the note. She’d already sent a card of thanks for the flowers he’d sent her for her birthday, but this felt like it maybe needed to be a bit more than that. Sana had asked her a few nights previous why she hadn’t said anything yet; did she need to? There wasn’t anything to really confess, not here on ink and paper. Of course he knew, didn’t he?

She squashed down some of her more intrusive thoughts before putting her pen to paper.

“Dear Aerden,

It can be hard being so far away from home and all your favorites for such a long time. I’m sure you’re doing amazing. I sincerely hope everything included after this card will brighten your day up a little!

There’s SO much to catch you up on when you’re given shore leave. Or whatever they call it. A break? That seems too normal.

Anyway, enjoy and know that you are missed!

With love,

Pyra”

She shoved the card into a lavender envelope and boxed everything up together in a simple white box that she took to the shipping mailmentals as soon as she'd sealed it all shut. Better to get it out the door now before she could change her mind!

@daily-writing-challenge @aerdendios

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Her Bloody Shadow

Summary: Y/N moves to Travis County after inheriting an old house from a distant relative. She then notices some strange things happening around her new home after helping her neighbors. Is it all in her head or is something more sinister going on?

Warnings: Stalking, blood, animal death, gore, bondage, possessive behavior

It was a hot, dry, Texas morning when she had arrived in Fuller. She had driven several hours from the city before pulling in front of a small, abandoned house. It had belonged to an uncle she had only met once as a baby and, as the only remaining relative, he had left it to her after his death. Receiving the call from an aging lawyer with a thick accent telling her of her new property had been a surprise she was not expecting but one that was welcome.

She originally lived in a city and to say she was unhappy was an understatement. She had a shitty job with a shitty boss, her apartment was smaller then said bosses dick, and she had just gotten out of a messy relationship with a cheating prick. It had felt like the whole city was sucking the life and joy from her. So when the opportunity arose to cut ties with her old life and start a new one, she didn't give it a second thought. And thanks to her meager savings and a little money included in the inheritance, she wasn't starting her new life penniless.

Which was a rather good thing considering her new home was...well...kinda decrepit. The moment she stepped inside, she new she had her work cut out for her. Spiderwebs, dust, and dirt covered every inch of her new abode. The windows were boarded up and she highly suspected that a family of raccoons were living in the attic. Well...might as well get started.

A few days later, and Y/N was sure her lungs were 50% filled with dust. But her house was feeling more and more like a home. She had un-boarded and opened the windows, dusted, swept, and chased the raccoons from her chimney for good...hopefully. She had even got the old stove working. Which was a blessing considering both her love for baking and her plan to get her new neighbors to like her.

Y/N's new home was quite literally in the middle of nowhere with a small grocery store a small drive away and a rather large farmhouse 5 minutes down the road no doubt belonging to her new neighbors. And one thing her mom had always taught her was to try and get along with everyone she met. So what better way to introduce herself then some baked goods?

After a quick drive to the store and an hour of baking, Y/N had a little over a dozen chocolate chip cookies in a Tupperware sitting in her passenger seat as she drove up the dirt driveway of the large home. As she got out and made her way up the porch steps, she couldn't help a chill go up her spine. The house was old without a doubt. But that wasn't the problem. The atmosphere of the place...it was almost suffocating. It was causing her fight or flight instinct to scream at her. She shook her head and smiled. She was well passed the age of being scared of haunted looking houses. She knocked on the door and straightened her clothes, wanting to make a good first impression. After a few minutes of waiting, an older woman answered the door. She was a little shorter than Y/N, with white hair pulled into a messy bun and old triangle framed glasses sitting on her nose.

The woman looked Y/N up and down before smiling and speaking in a sweet southern accent.

"Why hello there. I havn't seen you around before!"

Y/N grinned. "Yes ma'am. I just moved into the house down the road. I'll be your new neighbor. My name is Y/N." She held out the plastic container holding the baked goods. "I made you some cookies to help break the ice."

The older woman took the cookies with a slight surprised look on her face. "Well isn't that sweet! My name is Luda Mae Hewitt. We don't get many visitors around these parts, let alone new neighbors. Im sure my boys would love to meet you. They are all out and about right now but I'd love to have you over for dinner to meet them. How does that sound?"

Y/N was about to accept the kind invitation when her eyes drifted over Luda Mae's shoulder. She thought she saw the silhouette of a man standing in the hall. But there was no way someone could be that big right? She looked to the older woman and then back to shadow only to find that it was gone. Was she seeing things? Maybe she was more tired than she thought.

Y/N smiled. "Im afraid I have to decline for tonight since I'm still moving in and am rather tired. Maybe another time?"

Luda Mae's smile seemed to falter for a second before returning.

"Thats no problem at all! Well I better get back to chores. So much to be done around here. We'll see you soon, dear." She said before closing the door abruptly.

Y/N just stood there for a second in confusion at the quick dismissal. She shook her head and contributed it to maybe the lady not being used to new people. Thinking nothing more of it, she returned to her car and backed out the driveway to head home.

Within the old farm house, a large shadow stood at the window and stared at the woman who was talking to his mother as she got into a car and drove away. His mother had failed to lure her into the house as usual whenever an outsider wandered into their town. Usually he would be excited for an opportunity to kill any strangers that stepped foot in their home and add their skin to his collection, but a part of him was glad the woman didn't enter the house. He didnt know why but seeing the way she smiled made his chest feel tight. She didnt seem any different than any of the others that wandered into town and ended up dead and on his table in the basement. Thankfully, his momma had said to go and keep an eye on the woman. She may be a new member of the community, but she was still an outsider. Maybe now he could find out why she made his chest feel so heavy.

The last few nights had been very tense for Y/N. She had been focusing cleaning and repairing the house so she didnt notice anything strange at first but then the signs started to be hard to ignore. First it was small things. She had her windows open at night due to the cool evenings but she had started to feel like she was being watched and hearing rustling at night. So now she kept the windows closed tight. Then she started finding things left on her porch steps. It started out as flowers and small stones but then it evolved to old pieces of broken jewelry and animal bones. Then animals started showing up. Dead ones. Raccoons, coyotes, and even some stray cats and dogs were killed and placed on her porch. Thats when she went from concerned to downright terrified.Was this a threat? Was someone trying to get her to leave? She didnt know but now she made sure her doors was locked tight and made a point never to be outside at night.

Thomas watched as his lady went about her nightly ritual of locking the doors and windows. He was kinda hurt that she didnt seem to like his gifts. He had to work very hard to get those animals and leave them at her door. But the more he watched her, the more he realized he couldnt stay mad. How could he? She was so beautiful, kind, and looked so soft. He wasnt sure but he thought he might be in love. Luda Mae had told him what love was like when he was young. She said it felt like you couldnt live without the person and would do anything to be with them. He never felt that way about anyone but his momma so he thought he'd never feel that way. But then he saw her. He knew he had to have her and keep her safe from the rest of the world. She would return his love...eventually. He was sure. He just had to show her how much he loved her and then she would love him too.

Y/N checked the locks one more time before heading upstairs to her room. She was exhausted. On top of all the repairs and cleaning, she had been stressed with the "gifts" being left at her home. Maybe moving here wasnt such a good idea... She sighed as she changed into a thin nightgown to help with the hot night. Maybe it wouldnt be a bad idea to take something to help her sleep. She went tinto the bathroom and took a sleeping pill before crawling into bed. Soon her mind grew groggy and she slipped into blissful slumber.

Thomas waited a few minutes after he saw the last light going off in the house. He snuck to the back of the house and broke through the backdoor window, opening it from the inside. when he got inside he stopped and listened to see if she had heard the noise. Being quiet wasnt easy for someone his size but with how important this was, he was going to do his best. Hearing no movement, he made his way upstairs without a sound save for his heavy breathing and the creaking of the stairs. He found the room he knew was hers and pushed the door open slowly. It was dark in the small room except for the moonlight that streamed in through the thin, lace curtains. As he finally stood over her sleeping body, Thomas felt that funny feeling in his chest again. It was like his heart was pounding out if his chest. He watched her chest raise and fall with every breath she took. Reaching out, he ran a finger down her cheek. She felt so soft and smooth. His heart stopped when she moved and mumbled in her sleep but he breathed again when she went still again. He stood up straight and looked watched her for a minute more before leaning down and gently scooping her up in a bridal hold. She mumbled some more but otherwise didnt seem to notice. He was secretly thankful that she seemed to be in such a deep sleep so she couldnt out up a fight. Now he just had to take her home. To their home.

Y/N felt a chill go through her thinly clothed body as a draft swept over her. Her blanket probably fell off her again. She moved to cover herself up again but found she couldnt mover her arm. This caused her jolt awake and immediately knew she was in trouble. She wasnt in her room anymore, hell she was sure she wasnt even in her house. She looked around before quickly realizing she was bound to an old bed. Her wrists were tied to the bars of the headboard while her legs were equally bound to bars at the foot of the bed by old ropes that bit into her limbs as she tried to pull them loose. The room was dark but not dark enough to hide the horror she was in the middle of. There were bloody hooks hanging from the ceiling with bits of flesh clinging to them. To the side of the room, was what looked like a table covered with knives and flesh. The room reeked of blood and rust. Where was she?

Her breathe came out ragged as she heard a door slam open and heavy footsteps coming down stairs. Panic coursed through her body when a large man came into view. He had long dark hair and wore a leather mask that covered most of his face. He a dirty shirt and pants covered by a tan apron covered in...was that blood!?

She tensed as he moved closer to her, his large frame casting a shadow over her smaller one. Was he going to kill her? He leaned down, causing her to flinch. Instead of pain or a strike, she felt a large, warm hand on the side of her face. She opened her eyes and saw that the man was staring at her as he ran his thumb over her cheek, heavy breathes coming from the mask and washing over her face.

"Please...let me go...I won't tell anyone about this, I swear." Y/N gasped out the words in fear, hoping against hope the hulking man would listen to her.

A soft grunt came from him as his thumb paused. Instead of answering her pleas, his hand moved down her face. He traced over her lips with feather-light touches and continued down her throat to her chest. There he placed his hand flat as though trying to feel her heartbeat and the rapid rise and falls her breathing caused. The heat from his large hand, spread through her chest along with the panic at his every movement. His gaze roamed over her body, as if he was taking in every inch and committing it to memory. Y/N closed her eyes and willed herself to be still, afraid that any movement or sound might turn his soft touches into pain.

Thomas was having a hard time keeping himself under control as he felt the soft skin under his hand. He didnt want to scare her or rush but he couldnt help himself. She was finally in his home. She was finally his. Of course he noticed how terrified she was and how fast her heart beat at his touch. But she would learn. Momma said that love sometimes took time. And she would have a long, long time to learn to love his touches, his presence, his ways. To love him. He'd make sure of it.

#slashers #thomas hewitt #leatherface #thomas hewitt x reader #thomas hewitt x y/n #fanfic #fanfiction #reader insert #female reader #stalker #possessive

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