Sunday

“You remind me of a Sunday.”

Turning at the comment in dead silence, you smiled through a small laugh.

“And what is that suppose to mean?”

His cheeks wrinkled with a smile, shifting to turn in your direction, the wide palm of his hand landing between your shoulder blades, warm and grounding.

“Sundays are the day of rest, relaxation. Stillness and calm, like how it would be when getting a moment of peace after a long day, expect it’s an entire day. A reward for all the hard work you've done.”

Heat rose to your cheeks, admiration for the poetic words rising the beating of your heart.

“Is that what I remind you of, Reiner?”

“Mhm,” Humming his words low and sleepily, dragging his hand down your back and looping it to your front to take your hand, bringing it to his face.

A kiss landed on your knuckles, another and another, soft and barely there, like a feather carried by the wind. Golden brilliant eyes that shone of undying love and devotion looked over your knuckles with hooded lids, and then a smile stretching to the end of your hand. Reiner inhaled against your knuckles, then interlocking his fingers with yours and dwarfing your much smaller hand in his. You’d been up late talking with him, sleepily that is as neither of you sought out rest at the moment, minds busy with unrelenting thoughts that ranged from everything to nothing.

“What else do I remind you of?”

Leaning in closer, feeling the back of your hand brush along the scruff of his cheek as he pulled you closer as you began to shift. A huff that could only be interpreted as amusing left his lips, an inhale of air and a smack of his lips as he thought on your hushed question.

“A Garden in full bloom,”

Letting his hand weaken in its hold in yours, allowing it to rest of his bare freckled shoulder kisses by the sun.

“Morning dew on grass with sunlit fog draping over it.”

Now his arm coming to loop around your waist, needing to feel the touch of your delicate skin on his, a yearning that never went away even when your bodies met.

“An evening in front of the fireplace with snow frosting the windows.”

Giggling as he now trapped you over his body, hands running over and up your body, familiarizing himself with something he knew like the back of his hand by habit.

“Sunburned cheeks and nose, the rosy hue of being out in the sun all day.”

Whispering outside the shell of your ear, placing a kiss at the end of his words. You melted to touch and words, at the mercy of an unproclaimed poet who refused to admit his way with words, humble even in his profession of love.

“You remind me of dawn, a new start to the day, another chance to live.”

His words faded into a whisper and gentler crease in his cheeks as he kissed the surface of your lips, pulling away so painfully slow, like a scene of a movie being slow for analysis.

“But you remind me of a Sunday, and that’s the only reminder I need.”

Never Lose Me snippets

In honor of my Post-Rumbling Fic being completed, I wanted to put together some of my favorite moments/snippets from each chapter because I love it so much and I've become extremely attached to it. This is probably some of my best writing and I'm super proud of it. This is only the first ten chapters and I'll probably make a part two, just so this isn't ridiculously long.

Angel

He loves you. Cannot go a day without thinking of new ways to show his undying devotion to you. To him you were the balm to his weary soul, the calm after the storm and all things good that he himself wished to possess. At times he felt so unworthy of a love like yours, swearing it was meant for someone else, someone good and without a tainted soul that held the weight of his sins. Sins that no matter how many times he washed or prayed away, would cling to him like goo.

But you didn’t see his sins. Didn’t see the brutalities of a brainwashed twelve year old who sought approval from the people that drove him to his choices, you saw him. Just him. You saw the sunset in his golden irises when he’d look at you, the love embedded beneath shining through at a mere glance. He was just Reiner in your eyes and that was it. No honorary Marleyan, no armored titan, no shield of Marley, just Reiner.

There were times he hated that you loved him, because he was so undeserving of it. Your love could be poured into a better man, a man who didn’t waver at his own self deprecation, stood proud for who he was and what he’d achieved in his life. But you chose him didn’t you. And for whatever reason that was, Reiner may never know. He wanted to know deep down, what you saw in him, how you managed to remain by his side after everything he told you, because any sane person would leave. Though that wouldn’t be fair to assume about you, considering you were still here, by his side from the aftermath of it all. Maybe this were another cruel joke, working to get his hopes up only for it to be ripped away, it’d be a fair punishment for him.

You didn’t like the way he spoke about himself, hated how he couldn’t see the good in his heart, and how above all, it outweighed his past. Reiner understood that sentiment and toyed with whether he should work on getting better at how he saw himself or to let it fester. He would’ve if you didn’t cradle the side of his face so softly he felt tears pricking the corners of his eyes, the determination and belief you had in him to heal and recover. You wanted that for him, that’s all you ever wanted for him. Reiner deserved a second chance and to throw it away now were unfair to those who gave up theirs.

He’d never come close to deserving you, but he’d cherish you like one of the world greatest wonders. That’s all he could do, cherish and devote all the love that settle deep inside him tucked away for the sake of a mission years ago, until maybe one day he did deserve you. Because he wanted to feel worthy of your love, wanted to not second guess why he lived and the others didn’t, needed to hold and kiss you and never wonder if it would be for the last time. Reiner couldn’t have gotten as far as he did if it weren’t for you, so he’d be the stupidest man alive to throw it all away due to unhealed trauma. He’d work on that, first on his list that way his mind could roam with just thoughts of you, what all the future had in store later on down the line.

You were the angel with an out stretch hand pulling him from the water, wrapping your heavenly arms of comfort around his weary broken soul, fitting the prices back together one by one. If he were to ever understand why it was him and not anyone else, Reiner may refuse. He didn’t need all the answers, something he was learning as he lived on, even if temptation dangled dangerously on front of him. You were all he needed, the answer to all his questions.

Reiner would work to become a man deserving of your love and affection, a small repentance of his sins and appreciation for all you’d done when you didn’t have to. Because where would he be now if it weren’t for you? No where near the happiness he felt sitting with his arm around you, in a home he built for you, watching the sunset weave throughout the sky in departure for the night.

Fluff Drabble #1

tags: no specific p/n's used, except one mention of 'girlfriend', fluff

"Can you please hold still?"

Reiner scoffed, taking his arms that were encircled around your waist and crossing them over his chest, still moving after you asked him not too.

"I'm trying, but it doesn't exactly feel good getting your eyebrows plucked."

"Stop being a baby." Rolling your eyes and yanking another hair, feeling him jolt under you and doing little to hide the laugh. It was his fault for agreeing to this, letting you tweeze his eyebrows and perform your night time skin care routine on him. He grumbled some more when you brushed the spooly over the thick dirty blonde brows, checking to see if there were any more stray hairs to get.

All was clear finding no more, brushing the hairs back down and seeing the subtle arch present again. Immediately, Reiner tried to get up, moving out from under where you sat on his stomach.

"Where are you going?"

He gave you an annoyed look, remembering his earlier agreement to do skincare, huffing and throwing himself back onto the pillows propping him up against the headboard. He was so unnecessarily dramatic, being more of a diva than most girls you went to high school with, but you still loved him. Swinging you legs over him to get up, you dragged him off the bed and into the bathroom, letting him wet his face on his own. You hopped up to sit on the counter in front of him, taking your cleanser and letting it get sudsy on your fingers before rubbing it into his face.

Thankfully his facial hair wasn't as thick, remembering him shaving it off two or three days ago. Foamy bubbles formed on his cheeks and forehead, taking your time running and spreading your fingers over his skin. You envied him for his blemish-less skin, the little to no pores and the natural glow to it. God played cruel tricks when he gave men all the features women desired; long lashes, perfect skin, thick eyebrows, everything a woman at one point in her life strived to have.

"Okay wash it all off." Instructing after a minute, perched on the counter still and waiting for the clean, clear canvas of his face to reappear. Hopping down, you gathered all the products you used on yourself, heading back to the bedroom. Could you have done it there in the bathroom, sure, but why not be comfortable on the bed.

Resuming the same position from plucking his brows, you ran your hands over his face to make sure it was dry. His hands caught your wrists, kissing your palms and inhaling the natural scent of just your skin. Goosebumps raised on your arms, witnessing the attentiveness of his soft lips peppering kisses to the hands that held him.

Reluctantly pulling away, pecking the pout in his lips, reaching for the toner, dabbing it into your palm and rubbing it together to warm it up. The slightly cold liquid made contact with his cheeks, an all too familiar protest coming from Reiner.

"Sorry." Giggling, spreading the product over his entire face, still leaning in close to his face, the tip of your nose daring to brush against his.

"Feels sticky."

"It won't when it absorbs into your skin."

Skeptical, Reiner chose to believe you, resting his hands on your hips and watching you reach for the next product. Scooping some out on your index, Reiner ducked when he saw it heading straight for his eye.

"You're not putting that in my eye."

"Reiner, this goes under your eye, chill out." Holding him by the chin and swiping it just below his lower lashline, like you said you would, swiping what was left on the other eye. Releasing his chin, now holding the sides of his face, letting your thumbs massage the cream into his nonexistent eyebags.

"How many more steps?" He muttered, prompting an exasperated sigh from you.

"Will you just let yourself relax for a minute." Now holding a bottle with a dropper, squeezing out a decent amount into your palm.

Okay fine. Reiner would admit he was being agitating on purpose, but he had other things on his mind and you sitting in his lap wasn't helping. But he did enjoy the treatment from you, the care that went into putting the products on his face, how soft your hands were, the concentration in your eyes. He felt pampered, even more so from you, his insistent girlfriend that bugged and begged him all day to do this. He almost immediately said yes when you asked him at first, but liked pushing your buttons and played it off as not wanting to do it. Reiner liked finding new ways to annoy you, only to make for it when it was time to go to bed.

"Am I going to have perfect skin when you're done?"

"You already have perfect skin, can't imagine it getting more perfect." Patting his cheeks after rubbing in the liquid from the dropper, tossing it beside you on the bed. "Can I do a lip mask or are you going to freak out?"

He shrugged his shoulders, pursing his lips and hearing the laugh you had when he did something cringy but cute. Your finger glided over his slightly chapped lips after he unpursed them, the smooth jelly like cream hydrating his decently plump lips, wiping the remnants from your finger onto his pajama pants. Curious, Reiner barely swiped his tongue over his bottom lip and found whatever it was on his lips tasted good? Odd.

"Okay last thing then bedtime." Rubbing what Reiner thought was lotion in your hands, starting at his cheeks and covering the entirety of his face. His skin felt cold, or cool, that was probably better in describing the final product. You worked extra hard to make sure all of it was rubbed in and absorbed into his skin.

Letting you get up to put everything back in the bathroom, he waited patiently. You returned, climbing in on your side of the bed instead of his, actually looking like you were going to bed. Not tonight you weren't.

Leaning over, slipping and arm under your back, Reiner hauled you back into his lap, trapping you with tight arms around your waste.

"Reinerrrrrr"

"Thank you for making me feel beautiful." He teased through his interruption, chuckling deep and bringing you down for a kiss. You gave in, kissing him back but not melting to his body like he wanted you too. This is what he gets for dating someone as stubborn as him, working extra hard to get you to submit.

"We have work in the morning." Whining against his lips, pushing your hands against his chest, but not putting any force behind it.

"Oh well." Rolling over with you until positions were flipped, seeing you try to hid a smile with your stern look. Reiner pecked your lips softly twice as he looked down at you. He loved getting to do mindless activities like earlier as long as it meant he could lavish you in his own way, a fair trade if he thought so himself.

I have plenty of unfinished one shots and drabbles ranging from smut, fluff to angst and I want to pick one of my unfinished works back up so what sounds appealing ig

Plus I feel like smut doesn’t show off my writing like I want it too sometimes