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It’s been a while, hasn’t it? Here‘s a few drawings I made…

Theme | Funtom’s Neko Cafe, created by Sebastian Michaelis himself. 😹

Expect more of this theme in the near future. 🙂

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When Edward finds out his sister and Ciel are alone.

Mood. I̶ ̶a̶m̶ ̶s̶o̶ ̶d̶o̶n̶e̶... E̶n̶d̶ ̶m̶y̶ ̶s̶u̶f̶f̶e̶r̶i̶n̶g̶

¯\_(ツ)_/¯ What can I say? Bless Edward Midford and his family.

My three favorite Kurokids ❣️💞

My first music edit too, I liked how it turned out! Imma start doing edits like these too! Needs LOTS of practice lol

We are the Marquesal Midford Family

Words can NOT express how much I LOVE THIS FAMILY!!! 💞💖💓💗

Kuroshitsuji Musical - Tango on the Campania

Edward - Utsumiaki Yoshi

Elizabeth - Okazaki Momoko

Francis - Akisono Mio

Alexis-Leon - Nasu Kozo

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Leave the caption as is.

Very relavent

Old memes just my cup of tea.

I am not sorry

I’m putting Francis in charge with this shit

I’m ready for people defending Sebastian

no hard feelings sebby, but I’m on team Ciel

Bitch

I LOVE HIM SO MUCH!!!!

And I want Lizzie and O.Ciel to be happy again

The Codfather assembles his allies 

Am I going overboard with these? Yes oops

𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐇 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆

                                       ʳ ᵒ ᵗ ᵗ ᵉ ᶰ  ᵗ ᵒ  ᵗ ʰ ᵉ  ᶜ ᵒ ʳ ᵉ

Elizabeth tinha inúmeras teorias sobre o porquê todos estavam reunidos ali e o motivo de precisar de vários joguinhos para chegar no Jardim da Ordem. Talvez fosse para encontrar o próximo integrante da Ordem de Merlin entre tantos legados presentes, ou uma espécime de prova para os alunos que estavam quase no final do módulo dois. Quanto mais rodeava pelo lugar, mais sua mente borbulhava. Por fim, depois de ter cumprimentado um colega ou dois, engatado em uma curta conversa ou bebericado de qualquer que tenha sido a bebida servida pelos garçons, Elizabeth se viu parada em frente a uma das portas pertencentes à Ordem. Sentindo a presença de MUSE atrás de si, perguntou, ainda sem olhar para trás: “Se sente corajose o suficiente para ir comigo até um lugar?”

❪ a definição de um pirata é literalmente aventureiro, como eu poderia não ter coragem? ❫ aquilo soava tão absurdo quanto a sugestão de saírem juntas para algum lugar mas tinha quase 100% de certeza que elizabeth não tinha se referido a si. ❪ mas eu quero ir com você? ❫ as feições de jade se contraiam em uma careta, não que tivesse algo contra a outra mas também não tinha nada a favor, quer dizer ela era uma darling! isso significava que jamais poderiam se dar bem. ❪ isso tudo me parece uma ótima oportunidade de assassinato, quer dizer eu não ficaria surpresa se por acaso você me levasse pra algum lugar com crocodilos e me mata-se. ❫ deu de ombros, capitão gancho era o vilão e o peter pan o mocinho mas questão eram quem estava contando a história? ❪ eu não vou pra lugar nenhum com a filha do homem que arruinou a vida do meu pai. ❫ os mocinhos sempre pareciam ter preconceito com os filhos dos vilões mas ao menos naquilo o sentimento era reciproco. 

𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐇 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆·

                                       ʳ ᵒ ᵗ ᵗ ᵉ ᶰ  ᵗ ᵒ  ᵗ ʰ ᵉ  ᶜ ᵒ ʳ ᵉ

Não conseguiu conter o revirar de olhos ao ouvir a palavra pirata. Obviamente sabia que se tratava de Jade por tamanho orgulho envolvido nos seus dizeres, afinal esta era filha do inimigo do seu pai, possuindo valores e princípios muito diferentes do seu. “Eu sei qual o significado da palavra pirata, Jade, não precisava me explicar o óbvio. Mas para todos os efeitos, não sabia que estava falando com uma.” Não precisava dar satisfações, conquanto Elizabeth sabia quando estavam tentando encurrá-la em um beco sem saída de uma possível discussão. Além de que, as duas não se davam bem, fosse pelo histórico familiar ou pela discrepância de personalidade. A Darling tinha noção de que em qualquer lugar que ambas estivessem era um prato cheio para um banquete de alfinetadas. “Como eu disse, se eu soubesse que era você, eu não teria me dado ao trabalho de sequer gastar minha saliva com um convite, Hook.” Basicamente cuspiu o sobrenome que causava um amargor em sua boca, mas que outrora fora proferido de maneiras muito prazerosas entre um deles. Anders. Todo o envolvimento foi uma falha nosso seu caráter que Elizabeth prometeu a si mesma reparar. Então, assim que a mais nova compartilhou sua suposição com Lizzie, todo o ar de seus pulmões se transformou em uma risada que beirava ao sarcasmo. Não era possível que a outra realmente acreditava no que dizia, era o que cercava os pensamentos da Darling. “Vou pedir encarecidamente para não projetar em mim tudo que reflete em você, Jade.” A fala conseguinte da Hook pegou Elizabeth de surpresa, embora soubesse que uma hora Peter seria mencionado. Talvez fosse uma estratégia alheia para lhe desestabilizar em meio ao diálogo nada agradável que estavam tendo, mas não se igualaria à ela em teorias. Lizzie não perdia tempo com suposições infundadas, embora muito válidas naquele momento. “Seu pai afundou o próprio barco dele quando foi atrás de encher o saco de um garoto que apenas não queria crescer. Ele era– não, ele é um velho desocupado e amargurado que nem deveria ser pai! Olhe só, você pensaria por si mesma a respeito desse assunto se não tivesse sido influenciada por ele? Acredito que não.”

❪ vai que o significado de piratas tenha sido deturpado para você. ❫ não esperava menos vindo dos estudos de arthurian coloca-los como o pior da escoria. ❪ deveria ter cuidado então quando chama alguém pra sair sem nem saber quem é. ❫ aquele não era um dos primeiros ensinamentos dos pais? por um segundo jade ficou preocupada que a ausência do pai da outra tivesse causado aquele tipo de comportamento, mas não poderia culpa-la quando wendy havia deixado tudo por causa de um desconhecido que entrara em seu quarto. hook! ela falava como se fosse uma palavra ruim ou algo a ser desprezado mas para jade aquele sobrenome significava muita coisa, por isso precisou de todas as forças para não choramingar ali mesmo. dando de ombros sobre o desgosto da outra consigo, não queria sua amizade de qualquer forma. ❪ você acha que mesmo que eu sou assim não é? ❫ não, ela não tinha desejo de ferir os outros, assim como seu pai apenas não aceitava injustiças e talvez pudesse fazer o que estivesse em seu alcance para reparar isso. ❪ é inacreditável como você não conhece metade da historia do seu próprio pai. ❫ as palavras saíram com ódio, porque ao menos gancho tinha a dignidade de contar até seus podres mas peter tinha que sair como o pobre coitado. entretanto havia uma algo que a deixou furiosa, a fala sobre seu pai. ele era– não, ele é um velho desocupado e amargurado que nem deveria ser pai! a raiva era tanta que talvez a luz do corpo da menina tinha chamado atenção de todo o local de tão intensa que ficou, e odiava ficar tão esposa ao quanto a darling tinha lhe afetado. nós somos melhores que isso. podia escutar seu pai dizer, podia até senti-lo a seu lado segurando sua mão, deixando seus olhos cheios de lagrima por saudade ou por não conseguir defende-lo como queria, mas ele não era assim e ela queria ser como ele, ser a melhor parte dele. ❪  eu imagino que deve ser difícil pra você.  ❫ murmurou a voz um tanto falha enquanto seu corpo voltava ao normal. ❪ saber que o vilão das histórias que você sempre escutou foi um pai melhor. ❫ e jade não estava tentando se gabar com isso de alguma forma, ela havia sido abandonada também mas foi o capitão gancho que a acolheu, ele poderia ser muitas coisas mas não um pai ruim, ele nunca abandonaria seus filhos como o peter pan fez, aquilo não tinha justificativa e por isso jade jamais procurou suas origens, porque ir atrás de quem não a queria? ❪  tem certeza que sou eu que fui influenciada? porque o homem que eu defendo foi o que me acolheu não o que me abandonou. ❫ as palavras ásperas doíam de ser ditas até mesmo por jade, não queria ser aquele tipo de pessoa que nutri aquele ódio, mas eram os darlings, ela sabia que eles não tinham culpa da historia do pai mas também eles não davam chance de conhecer o outro lado, e a hook não era o tipo que iria tentar conquistar, o campo de batalha entre elas já tinha sido feito no primeiro contato ela só levantava os cachões como defesa antes de ser ferida, porque sabia que isso podia ser feito com mais facilidade do que gostaria.

HOLY SHIT GUYS, ALL MY FAVES GONNA PLAY DECLED OUT

ELIZABETH OLSEN 🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️

elizabeth olsen the woman that you are

I tried not to cry but that loving little speech Lizzie did, made me break ☹️🥲

honestly, even the whole fic made me wanna cry. the fluffy parts, happy tears of course

My Girl. | e. olsen

summary: in which you are having a tough time, and lizzie does everything in her might to make her girl feel better.

warnings: literally just 3.7K words of lizzie being so cute and caring, pure fluff, i wish this was me, let me be delulu for a second

masterlist.

The hazy cocoon of darkness in your room was disturbed by the harsh sound of the curtains being drawn apart on their metal rod and the instant flood of bright sunshine that cast directly across your face. Your body awoke suddenly, realizing a heaviness in your eyelids and a weight within you that had you sinking into the bed for however long you had been asleep.

It was a struggle to get your eyes open between how puffy they were and the bright yellow sun beaming into them like a golden laser. Through your squinted eyelids, you saw a blurry yet familiar figure walk towards you, disrupting the light from the window directly across the bed.

“Wake up, sleepyhead,” Lizzie’s raspy voice emanated—you could barely piece it together from just how sleepy you were.

Groaning, you rubbed your eyes and shifted under the blankets, not daring to move too much. As Lizzie sat on the edge of the bed near you, you glanced at the clock sitting on the nightstand beside your head.

“Lizzie, it’s not even 7 yet,” you croaked, taking the duvet and pulling it up to your nose as you laid on your side, closing your burning eyes.

“Baby, I don’t think you’ve seen 7 A.M. in weeks,” she remarked, and it was then that you could smell the scent of green tea.

Opening your eyes in curiosity, you saw that Lizzie was holding a little teacup from which steam twirled up into the air. Blinking hard, you looked up at Lizzie who was already staring down at you with a look of patience. You haven’t had the best of times as of late. For whatever reason, from whatever origin, a seed of sadness had sowed within you and grown to blossom in the form of a deep attachment to your bed and a general apathy towards everything you used to love.

Before this unreasoned wave of despondency had crashed over you, you loved getting up at the crack of dawn with Lizzie and spending your mornings walking outside to soak up the sun, going on coffee runs, going to the grocery store before anyone else had the heart to be in a Trader Joe’s at that time of morning. You would spend your days productively, whether writing or reading or working on whatever projects you had under your belt.

Now it seemed you were capable of nothing more than laying in bed and mindlessly watching TV. In fact, you hadn’t been outside of your shared home in several days, maybe even over a week.

Not only was Lizzie feeling lonely without her usual companion, but she was worried about you. This low was putting a pallor in your face and blue around your eyes. As much as she had wanted to poke and prod you to know what was going on, with her desperate need to be aware and in control of everything that involved the person she most deeply loved, she had reasoned enough with herself to give you some space. She had seen you in these lows before, but it had never lasted as long as this one.

“I made you some green tea with citrus,” Lizzie whispered softly, her thumb rubbing over the warm handle of the teacup. “Why don’t you sit up and drink some?”

Your languid gaze up at her was enough to tell her it would take more to get you out of your stubborn horizontal state. Although you had been close to hissing at the presence of the sunlight filling the room, you noticed how nicely it lit Lizzie’s face. Her sun-kissed skin was dewy and glowing, signaling she had just done her extensive skincare routine. Her eyes were a bit darker since she was facing away from the sun, but you could spot the sage green sparkling around her pupils. Her lips, soft and pink, were pressed together, the only sign of impatience on her face. Her dirty blonde hair was thrown up into a messy updo with her bangs curtaining over her eyebrows which were damp from whatever products she had put on her face.

Lizzie had always tried to be a gentle supporter, but she was naturally adamant and slightly aggressive. While she resorted to coddling you in the beginning of your lowness, she was now left with her own way to get you out of bed.

Placing the teacup on the nightstand, Lizzie jumped off the bed and grabbed the blankets cocooning you, ripping them straight off your body and onto the floor.

“No!” you whined, instantly hit with the cooler air and the discomfort of not being swaddled up. You sat up to try and reach the blankets on the floor, but two hands on your shoulders stopped you and held you still.

“There!” Lizzie exclaimed, holding you tightly by your shoulders. As worried as she had been, your wild hair and puffy eyelids gave you a sort of innocent, cute look that made her smile. “You’re sitting up! That’s all I wanted.”

Blinking, you realized that you were, in fact, sitting up in the bed. Clenching your jaw, you gave Lizzie a glaring look for tricking you into sitting up and making you look like a dumbass.

Lizzie’s restrained laughter was apologetic. Keeping one hand on your shoulder as if you would plop back down like a fish, she took the teacup from the nightstand and brought it to your lap, taking your hands and forcing you to hold the cup.

“Nice and warm,” she sighed, sitting in front of you and lovingly patting your ankle which was crossed over your other one, holding it in her hand. “Drink before it gets cold, baby.”

Although the thought of any flavors being in your mouth made you want to puke, as you had lost all appetite over the course of a few days, the teacup was nice and warm in your hands, and it smelled bright and grassy. Glaring a few more daggers into Lizzie’s smirking face, her eyes twinkling as she recovered her small victory in getting you to sit up like a dog, you brought the cup to your lips, taking a very small sip as the earthy tea glided down your tongue and warmed your throat.

“Is it good, baby?” Lizzie gently asked, her eyes noticing a particular strand of your hair that was standing stiff up from your head, her hand following her eyes to gently pat it down.

You nodded, taking another sip as Lizzie fixed your hair. “Thank you,” you whispered almost inaudibly, looking shyly up at Lizzie as something warm swelled within you. She could have just given up on getting you out of bed. She could have just went about her morning instead of taking the time to make you tea. You watched her eyes that were fixated on your hair, enjoying the candid view of her. Gratitude inflated inside you so suddenly that you felt you were about to burst. Emotions you thought you would never feel again were reappearing within you all at once, making you feel so full that you dropped your tea as you lurched towards Lizzie, throwing your arms around her shoulders and squeezing her.

“Oh!” Lizzie gasped at the sudden attack, keeping herself from falling backwards from the force with which you grabbed her. The sound of your teacup hitting the floor made you jump, detaching yourself from Lizzie to see that your teacup had thankfully not shattered, but green tea was now spilling out all over the floor.

“Shit, I’m sorry,” you whispered, the next emotion filling you being guilt. Lizzie had made the tea for you and now almost the entire cup was wasted, not to mention there was a mess to clean up. “I’m sorry, I thought I had set it down on the bed. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—”

“Baby, baby,” Lizzie stopped your apologetic ramblings, placing both her palms on either side of your face and forcing you to tear your eyes away from the spilled tea and look at her. Moisture welled in your eyes as your nose tinged red, and Lizzie was quick to keep her baby from crying. “It’s okay, it’s just tea. There’s plenty more—I made an entire pot!” Her thumb stroked your cheekbone, her eyes meticulously analyzing your face. “It’s just a little spill to clean up.”

Guilt was quick to introduce embarrassment inside you. First, you felt guilty for spilling the tea, and now you felt embarrassed for getting so upset over it. But Lizzie knew you were just feeling extra sensitive, and she made sure to let you know that with her gentle smile and even gentler eyes.

“Come here,” Lizzie whispered, bringing your face to hers and pressing her lips against you, dropping her hands and snaking them around your waist. You melted into the kiss, leaning closer to her until she pulled away.

There was a look on her face that you couldn’t discern, but her lips were twisting into laughter. “Hey, while I go get some napkins and clean it up, why don’t you go brush your teeth and take a nice, hot shower?”

You looked at her for a moment until you realized she suggested you clean up directly after kissing you. Gasping, you pulled away and exclaimed, “Are you saying I stink?!”

Chuckles slipped through Lizzie’s lips as she started to get off the bed. “No, no, of course not, my love. You just… You know… Have been in bed for days.”

Sewing your eyebrows, you pouted up at her, but she only grinned, taking your chin between her thumb and forefinger.

“Go clean up, baby—with no underlying insults intended.” She opted not to kiss you as she patted your cheek and pulled away.

As Lizzie left to go get napkins, you carefully got off the bed, avoiding the pool of green tea on the floor. Your legs felt shaky and weak as you scuffed towards the bathroom, your fatigue seeming to get worse with every step. Halfway there, you considered just turning back and getting back into bed, but you remembered how happy Lizzie looked when she got you to simply sit up and take a drink. She was worried about you and just wanted you to feel better, and it would be torturing her if you discarded all her efforts and went back to bed and refused to do the things she suggested only for your own health and happiness.

So, you brushed your teeth to your own disdain and reluctantly crept into the shower like a cat afraid of water. The warm water eventually soothed you, allowing you to relax a bit and actually take time to wash yourself instead of rushing to just go get back in bed. You even washed your hair, which was much needed at that point because it was starting to stay in place whenever you lifted a strand upwards.

When you turned the shower off and stepped out, you were surprised to see Lizzie sitting on the counter. “Ah!” you shrieked in shock, standing there completely naked in front of her. That wasn’t even the weird part—what was weird was that she had apparently been sitting in the bathroom the entire time as you showered. “What are you doing?!”

“Making sure my hostage doesn’t try to escape,” she said, jumping off the counter and grabbing a towel, handing it to you since you were standing there dripping all over the floor. “I gotta make sure you do your skincare!”

The sound of doing anything else besides sinking into your bed sounded horrible, for just the minimum amount you had done so far had already drained you. You took the towel from her and started to dry off. “Lizzie, I really don’t want—”

“See, I figured you would say that,” she chirped, grabbing your robe from where it hung next to hers on the door. “But don’t worry, darling, this Lizzie Olsen spa is all-inclusive!” She took your towel away from you and held out the robe for you to slip into it.

Glaring at her questioningly, you turned around and let your arms slip into the robe. “What the hell did you put in that tea?”

Lizzie wrapped the robe around you, pressing against your back so she could even tie your robe at the front for you. “Only cheeriness and joy, of course.”

“So… crack?” You tightened your robe once she had loosely tied it and turned around to face her, only for Lizzie to suddenly wrap her arms around your waist and lift you up.

You shrieked, grabbing onto her as she waddled you towards the counter, lifting you up more so she could clumsily set you on top of it. While Lizzie was tall and fit, she was by no means a bodybuilder, panting once she had you on the counter and taking a moment to catch her breath.

“I think we will start off with a nice hydrating mask,” Lizzie said with her hands on her hips, going to the array of skincare products you both had sitting on the counter, taking one of your masks from your side of untouched products to inspect it.

“Lizzie, I really don’t—” You tried to slide off the counter, but she slapped her hands on your thighs and pushed you back up.

“Stay,” she simply said, leaning up to give you a peck on the lips before going back to picking out a mask, trusting you to stay seated.

You did, sighing and letting yourself slump as you waited for her to take the sheet mask she had chosen out of its package.

“Today, I’ve chosen for my client a revitalizing Vitamin C sheet mask to help give your skin a nice, glowing boost,” she announced formally, as if she was talking to an invisible camera. You couldn’t help your lips from smiling a bit as she came closer to you, standing between your legs and carefully placing the sheet mask on your face, patting it down to make sure it clung to your skin.

“This feels like medieval torture,” you said as you looked at her through the eye holes in the white mask.

Lizzie ignored you, instead taking her phone out and pulling up Spotify. A few moments later, some music from a spa playlist was echoing in the bathroom. “Gotta make sure you feel the full effect,” she commented as she set her phone down.

While you waited for the suggested fifteen minutes before taking the sheet mask off, Lizzie decided to go back to her theater roots and start dancing to the spa music, pretending she was in a Greek tragedy. You couldn’t tell what the plot was, but when she pretended to be killed and started prancing around with her hands swatting at her sides as if she were an angel with wings, you laughed so hard you almost inhaled the product from the sheet mask.

Lizzie continued the rest of your daily skincare routine, and you found it sweet how she had paid so much attention to you that she knew your routine step-by-step without you even telling her. Of course, she would pick back up on the Greek tragedy every time a product needed a few minutes to sit, depicting the afterlife in the best way she could with the generic music playing in the background. She ended the spa routine by drying your hair, making funny faces at you in the mirror that made you giggle until your stomach hurt.

Finally, you were done, and Lizzie ran to the bedroom to pick out some comfy clothes for you, coming back and handing them to you with a proper bow as if she were just a mere servant. You made sure to tell her how silly she was, and she made sure to tell you how much she adored her Queen as she bowed and walked out of the bathroom backwards to give you space to change clothes, bumping her spread arms on the doorway on her way out.

Once you were changed, you walked through the house, almost deciding on just getting back into bed until you heard noises in the kitchen. Walking to the kitchen in curiosity, you saw that Lizzie was standing at the island counter, cutting up an avocado. In the time it took you to change, she had already made you an iced coffee that was sitting on the other side of the counter.

“Is this for me?” you asked as you sat at the stool and pointed to the coffee.

“No, it’s for the neighbors,” Lizzie said sarcastically as she went to the fridge and got out some eggs. She was making you one of your favorite healthier breakfasts. “Unless the mailman gets here first.”

Rolling your eyes, you took the mason jar of iced coffee and sipped through the straw, watching Lizzie get to work on scrambling the eggs. You were feeling a little better. You were all cleaned up and refreshed now, and the cold coffee brightened you even further. Between the sun shining in through the kitchen windows and Lizzie narrating her cooking process as if she were an umpire at a Dodgers game, you were laughing more than you had in weeks.

During a moment between laughter, when Lizzie was fully concentrated on mashing the avocado, you remembered that she was supposed to be somewhere today.

“Hey, weren’t you supposed to go to a meeting today?” you questioned, mindlessly rolling your straw around the mason jar. You had your days mixed up here lately, but you could’ve sworn Lizzie told you just yesterday about her plans.

“Oh,” Lizzie said, stiffening slightly. “No, no, they canceled it.” She continued spreading avocado on a piece of toast, avoiding your eyes.

“Well, that was very last minute. Why did they cancel it?”

Lizzie only shrugged, still avoiding looking at you as she placed slices of tomato on the toast.

She was lying, you knew it. Lizzie was a great actor, but a horrible liar in real life. That was why you always knew Marvel secrets before anyone else. “Lizzie…” you said knowingly, leaning closer to her across the island.

Slowly, she lifted her eyes up to you. “Well, they didn’t cancel it… But it was cancelled!”

“You cancelled it?”

Lizzie paused, her lips stretching into an awkward grin as she started plating your toast and eggs. She knew that if you found out that she cancelled an important meeting just to stay home with you, you would get so angry.

“Lizzie!” you exclaimed, your mouth opening in surprise. “Don’t tell me you cancelled an important meeting just to stay home with me.”

Lizzie nervously laughed as she started grating cheese over the food. “If you don’t want me to tell you that, then I won’t tell you—”

“Why did you do that?” you cut her off, your voice becoming serious. “I’m not worth missing out on a meeting, especially one so important.”

Lizzie’s smile faded as she set the cheese grater down, wiping her hands on the towel before quickly circling the counter to come close to you, her eyes becoming stern.

“Don’t ever say that,” she whispered as she leaned down close to you, resting her hand on the counter. Her eyes analyzed your face as you looked away from her, but her hand gently took your chin and brought you to look at her again. “You are worth more than any meeting, than any project, than any other person.”

You paused, your brain not allowing her words to seep in and only bringing up more reasons to be upset. “You’re pitying me. You stayed home because I’m all depressed, and I’m just weighing you down, and—”

“Stop,” she whispered, interrupting your rant with a kiss to your lips that surprisingly eased you immediately. She pulled away a few moments later, her green eyes staring hard into yours. “Y/n, is it really so out of ordinary for me to want to help the person that I love? I do not pity you. You are not weighing me down. You have been going through something that is hurting you, and if you’re not okay enough to pick yourself back up, then what kind of person would I be to not hold a hand out to you? I love you—so much. While it hurts me to see you so upset, it doesn’t weigh me down and it does not make me love you any less or think of you any differently. Every time I’ve had one of my anxious spells, you’ve always been there for me. But any time you’re going through something, you don’t let me help you. That doesn’t seem fair.”

“Did you just use a Wanda line on me?”

“Please stop rejecting all my love, baby. You deserve it and you need it, and it brings me joy to give it to you. So please, forget about the meeting, stop refusing my attempts to make my girl feel better, and eat your goddamn avocado toast.”

With that, she kissed the top of your head, giving your back a firm rub before going back around the counter to hand you your plate of breakfast.

She was right. She was trying so hard to help you because she cared for you and loved you. She missed out on a meeting because she cares so much for you. Why were you shooting down all that she gave for you?

“Hey, why don’t we go eat outside on the patio?” you suddenly suggested right as she sat down across from you.

Lizzie looked up at you in surprise for a moment, searching your face for sarcasm or anger. Instead, you were only smiling at her, and she matched your grin.

You took your food and coffee out on the patio and sat down on the lounge chairs in the sun, letting your skin soak up the sunlight as you sat together and ate. Lizzie talked about her garden and what she needed to do for it today, and you told her you would help her. You felt immensely better than you would if you didn’t have a Lizzie in your life.

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