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princess-josephina · 1 year

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Fruity Four Advent Calendar 1-12: Christmas lights

Thought I'd jump straight (HAHA) onto the first wagon of @unclewaynemunson 's Fruity Four Advent Calendar train. Hope it's ok this one's just Steddie, I couldn't fit in the girls without making it ridiculously long and chaotic.

UPD: now also on AO3.

"Steve? What the hell are you doing?"

Eddie's back from the grocery store with some food and finds Steve back on the roof, taking down the enormously long lights string they'd just spent 2 hours putting up (a little too close to potentially breaking their necks several times). Steve turns to look down at him and wobbles for a second, giving Eddie a mini heart attack before he catches his balance again.

"It's broken!" He shouts, sounding frustrated. "It's not lighting up. Guess it might have died, from like, lack of use? We hadn't used this one in years."

"Oh my god, Steve, are you serious?!" Eddie yells back at him. "Leave that and get back down here."

Eddie grabs the cable, sighs with relief when Steve's safely reached the bottom of the ladder, and then follows the cable's length until he reaches the end, lying on the garage floor by the power socket. He crouches next to it. Steve leans over his shoulder to see what he's doing.

"Did you check that the socket's working?" Eddie inquires, and Steve rolls his eyes.

"Ugh… Yes?" He gestures at a small lamp on the counter nearby. "Tried with a lamp. It worked, so the socket's fine." He crosses his arms on his chest, defensive. "I'm not an idiot, Eddie."

"Never said you were, Stevie," Eddie glances at him and replies in that strange, patient tone Steve's never sure what to do with. "Just making sure." He fiddles with the plug in his hand. "Probably just blown fuses. These things die all the time. You got tools here?"

"Like what?" Steve asks, and feels foolish when he understands, a moment later, what Eddie meant.

"I need something small. Like a tiny flathead? Tweezers would work too."

Miraculously, Steve actually produces a dusty toolbox from somewhere in the back of the garage and hands it over to Eddie, who quickly rummages through it and then works to open up the lights plug, sticking out his tongue in concentration as he always does. Steve doesn't ask questions, figuring he shouldn't distract Eddie, but Eddie motions for him to come closer anyway and starts talking.

"See these two tiny things?" He says, and Steve has to lean over to see, resting his hand on Eddie's shoulder for support. Eddie keeps explaining, simple stuff that sounds obvious, really, but no judgement or condescension in his tone. "Those are electrical fuses. They're like… safety measures, to protect the whole cable from overcurrent, you know, so your house doesn't burn down. And yeah," Eddie holds the tiny thing between the fingers and raises it closer to his face. "See how it's all brown inside? Yeah, this baby's dead, rest in peace." Eddie quickly extracts the other fuse, too, and shoves them both in his jeans pocket. "I'm gonna drive to the hardware store and get the replacements." He grins, holding his arm out to Steve from the floor, and Steve grabs it to pull him up to his feet.

"So that's gonna… fix the lights?"

"Well yeah, if it's just the fuses, if that doesn't work then the problem's somewhere in the cable itself, I'd need to borrow a voltage tester from Wayne and…" Eddie stops talking, because Steve is giving him a strange, open-mouthed, awestruck look. "What?"

Steve looks away, shakes his head and laughs.

"Nothing. That's just… awesome. That you know all that. I thought we'd have to buy new lights."

"Jesus, rich people." Eddie rolls his eyes and then narrows them at Steve, his expression somewhere between exasperated and amused. "Do you really just buy new shit every time the old one breaks?"

"Yes?" Steve shrugs and rubs his chin, at least having the decency to look sheepish. "I mean, unless it's big stuff like a fridge or a TV, then my father gets a handyman to have a look…"

"…Who spends 15 minutes intensely looking at its insides and then tells you some super complicated detail needs replacing and it will cost you 80 bucks, when ninety percent of the time it just needs a new power cable?" Eddie grins. "Wayne worked as a handyman for some time, I know the drill. You know, if the rich people of Hawkins were to willingly let the town's satanic freak into their homes, I might consider a career change. Easiest money in the world, apparently."

It's just a short drive to the hardware store and back, and 30 minutes later Eddie's replacing the fuses while Steve sits right by him on the garage floor and watches his hands work, fascinated. As if Eddie was casting some high level wizarding spell, not doing basic household repairs every kid of Eddie's income level learned when they were 10 years old.

"Okay, fingers crossed, Stevie. Here we go."

Eddie plugs the cable into the socket and they glance at each other briefly before jumping up at the same time and racing outside, Eddie slipping on some ice by the garage entrance and Steve catching him, and they both laugh, arms still around each other, as they look up to see Steve's house all brightly illuminated with multicolor lights in the winter dusk.

"You did it!" Steve shouts, shaking Eddie's shoulders and grinning at him, delighted and overjoyed in a way that makes Eddie's stupid heart melt with fondness. "You saved Christmas, Eddie!"

"Uh. I just fixed some stupid lights. No biggie," Eddie flushes, not knowing what to do with himself when Steve looks at him like that. He glances back up at the lights and twirls Steve's scarf between his fingers because he needs to keep his hands busy with something, so they don't do something stupid. Like grab Steve's cheeks, all bright rosy from the cold.

"That's just it", Steve's voice is quieter now, and he keeps looking at Eddie intently. "You always make everything better and act like it's no big deal."

What the hell is Eddie supposed to say to that? Before his brain can even comprehend the words, suddenly it's Steve's hands bracketing his own head, fingers warm against his freezing ears; shit, Eddie might never get to see the best Christmas he'd probably have had in his entire life, because he'll be dead of a heart attack. "You're fucking amazing, Eds, you gotta know that." And then Steve's staring at his lips, and hey, maybe Eddie doesn't need to die.

Feeling stupidly brave, Eddie tugs on Steve's scarf, and Steve moves easily, no resistance. Two clouds of breath mingle into one in the cold air between them. "Stevie. Sweetheart," he murmurs; Steve bites his lip and ducks his head at the endearment, god yes, please let him be right about this. Eddie leans in, heart thundering in his chest.

Steve's lips are cold, but the inside of his mouth is deliciously warm, tastes like cigarettes and mulled wine they'd shared earlier. Eddie shivers and swallows back an embarrassing moan, and thinks fuck, maybe Jesus doesn't actually hate the gays, because Steve is kissing him back, and if that's not an early Christmas miracle, Eddie doesn't know what is. And goddamn, that boy knows how to kiss. Eddie's blood feels like an electric current, and he's all weak in the knees and wobbly, all that stuff straight out of romance novels he never thought was real.

It's almost dark outside, but the Christmas lights are so bright they are both in plain view here, in Steve's front yard, and yet it seems like Steve doesn't even care, doesn't stop kissing him and doesn't hurry at all when he walks them backwards into the garage, until Eddie's back hits the wall; that makes Eddie jump in surprise, and they finally break apart.

Steve looks at him with the brightest smile Eddie's ever seen, all pure wonder and fondness, and Eddie's glad to have the wall for support. He's literally swooning, dammit.

"Just so you know…" Eddie giggles, knuckles brushing Steve's cheek, no longer cold to the touch. "You're fucking amazing too, Stevie. Just a different... area of expertise, so to speak."

#StrangerThingsFestiveFun #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie #stranger things fic #steddie fic #disclaimer: i know absolutely nada of electrical work but thank god for youtube tutorials #this fed so well into my competence kink and obsession with the whole 'you know how to hotwire a car?' scene #but also Eddie being patient and kind with Steve not knowing shit #damn POV is all over the place but can't be bothered to fix it #misha-bawlins fanfic

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natequarter · 1 year

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fruity / delight: Mary and Annie

“Call ‘im a bastard,” Annie suggested. “Lord knows he deserves it.”

“But,” Mary winced, “but he is a man of the cloth … I can’t say it, Annie.”

Annie put an encouraging hand on her shoulder. “He’s an arsehole, dost thou not think?”

“Well, yes…” She had a bad habit of trailing off when people tried to make her do things she couldn’t. Or, sometimes, just because she was tired and the smell of smoke was particularly bad, and Robin was too loud, and her hair kept flying in her face, and it was all that little bit too much. “Could we not just talk?”

For a moment, Annie looked like she was about to argue. (She often looked like this.) Then she said, “Yeah—probably a better idea.”

They snuck away like someone was watching, like there was a jury waiting to condemn them for some unthinkable crime. Ridiculous, of course; that had happened already, and no one had thought to wait for a jury before dragging her to her to her death.

Annie pulled her into the alcove in the side of the manor. “Nice day, huh?”

Mary said, “I s’pose.”

“Thou soundest depressed,” Annie said. Her voice softened. “Is that me? Or just coincidence?”

“According to Humphrey,” she said, then stopped.

“What’s Humphrey saying now? He might be nice, but he hasn’t got the most reliable knowledge. Just sayin’.”

“According to Humphrey … ‘tis a hundred years to the days since—since I passed.”

“Is it really? Christ, how time flies.” Annie’s tone was flippant, but as she said it, she quietly put an arm around Mary. Only tentatively, though; sometimes, the rough pull of hands on her shoulders did more harm than good. “That alright?”

She nodded. “I still remember it as if—”

“As if?” Annie said encouragingly.

“As if it had just happened,” she mumbled.

“Well,” said Annie, “that’s—understandable.”

Usually, on the day Humphrey claimed was her death day (as if anyone had bothered to actually note the date), she ran off to the woods, or hid in the upstairs closet, or otherwise did her best to disappear off the face of the Earth; the one person she dared let near her was Robin, more because he knew how to find her than anything else.

Annie, to her knowledge (which admittedly was only slightly broader than Humphrey’s), had only seen her on this day a handful of times, and rarely, if ever, had they talked of the pyre in the room.

“They’re idiots,” Annie declared, when Mary did not speak. “All o’ the bastards who condemned thee.”

“Annie, it was—”

“Thou didst not deserve thy fate,” she continued, “nor wouldst thou ever. The fools who did this”—she gestured, vaguely, at Mary—“should have rued the day they sentenced thee.”

“I thank thee,” she managed to get out; and that was it. She had been so sure all her misery had been put to death alongside her, but the words she meant to say to Annie came out as choked sobs, stifled tears; she meant to speak, truly, but found it an impossible task. Annie, she knew, favoured explicit communication, and not conversations which crumbled under their own weight; but then Mary had never been very good at explaining herself, as her executioners well knew.

“No,” said Annie, “don’t … I mean, that is—come here.” She pulled her into a hug, quite awkwardly; so awkwardly, in fact, that her tears dissolved into shaky laughs as Annie fumbled to embrace her. “Oi, don’t laugh at me! Thou wilt ruin my reputation.”

Mary blinked the tears out of her eyes, so that she might see, to find Annie grinning down at her with a clumsy kindness.

“Is that better?” Annie said. “I don’t like to see thee upset.”

That was a kinder thing than any she’d heard from her neighbours in life, which she decided not to mention. “Thou hast not a reputation to wreck,” said Mary, and, despite her mood, burst into stuttered laughter again, delight dug out of her cinereous heart.

“Harsh,” Annie said, but she accepted the insult with more grace than what she would have given Matilda for the same comment, which felt like a kind of silent compliment. “At least thou art alright,” she continued.

“Yes,” Mary wiped her eyes, “a little better now. I just … needs to be away from the others.”

“Tell me about it,” Annie said.

“Well … I am.”

“Ha,” she said, “there’s my Mary. It’s nice to have thee back with us.”

If she could have inscribed anything in stone, the former comment would have been memorialised in an instant.

(link)

#asks #annie bbc ghosts #mary bbc ghosts #bbc ghosts #fic

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agustdakasuga · 3 years

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Reflection Of You | Chapter 17

Genre: Historical!AU, Timetraveller!AU/ Different Dimension, Romance

Pairing: SUGA x Reader, Yoongi x Reader

Characters: Normal!Reader, Idol!Suga, King!Yoongi, Guard!Seokjin, Guard!Jungkook, RoyalAdvisor!Namjoon, Servant!Jimin, Servant!Hoseok, Prince!Taehyung

Summary: Confirming you were dating the famous Min Suga of BTS, you knew you were bound to make some enemies. But what you didn’t expect was to be cursed, leading you to meet a cold-hearted, arrogant king that shares the same face as your rapper lover.

It’s hard for Yoongi to open up. It’s hard for him to show the feelings that he’s been bottling up all those years. But maybe, just maybe, it’s time to let all of them go.

Seokjin had come to inform you that Yoongi requested your company for dinner in the dining room. He waited for you to freshen up and escorted you and Jimin there. It was like deja vu as you took your seat to wait for Yoongi.

“The great king of Joseon, Min Yoongi, will be making his entrance.” Jungkook announced. Seokjin and Jimin bowed.

“Long live the king.” They chorused. You remained seated this time, not even standing or bowing to Yoongi. Yoongi entered and stared at your still seated form, a small smile grazing his lips. You will never change and that’s what he liked about you.

“Still refusing to bow down?”

“You’ll live long enough, even without my wishes.” You scoffed. Yoongi chuckled and sat down in his spot. He waved at everyone to exit the room, leaving the two of you alone.

“How was gardening?” Yoongi asked as you poured alcohol into his cup.

“It was so fun! I learnt a lot from the gardener! We planted some seeds and some plants that were already in pots.” You rambled.

“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself.” Yoongi reached out to pat your head. The simple gesture was something he did so often now that it didn’t even seem weird to the both of you anymore.

“And I didn’t know advisor Namjoon is also an avid gardener. Apparently, he waters the garden plants every day and he even has this huge plum tree!” You continued, even using your arms to try and show how big the tree was. But of course, it was an underestimation. Yoongi watched you with amusement, taking a sip of alcohol.

“Is he now?” Yoongi asked. Of course, he knew that Namjoon liked plants and did all that but he thought he would entertain you a little.

“Yeah. Jimin says the plums are sweet when harvested and the plum wine that is made from them is really good. I hope to try it sometime.” You nodded with a hopeful smile.

“I can get it for you now.”

“There’s no need-”

“Namjoon!” Yoongi shouted. As if they were listening in on the conversation, Namjoon immediately opened the door with a bow.

“(y/n) here heard about the plum wine we make from the harvest of plums from your tree. She would like to try some. Fill a bottle for her to have now.” Yoongi said. Namjoon nodded and promptly exited the room.

“I didn’t mean I needed to try it now, Yoongi. Geez.” You scoffed. Yoongi ignored your comment and continued eating. Namjoon returned with a small ceramic decanter. He bowed and knelt by the side of the table to fill the small cups with the plum wine.

“Have some.” You said to Namjoon. Namjoon turned to Yoongi, who nodded his head in approval.

“Thank you.” Namjoon bowed his head as you took the decanter to pour some into a new cup for him. The 3 of you clinked cups before taking a drink. It was sweet and fruity.

“It’s so good!” You complimented. Namjoon couldn’t help but smile.

“I’m happy you like it.” He laughed. When he was done, he bowed his head and exited the room.

“What about you? Did you have a good... meeting?” You asked Yoongi slowly. Yoongi raised an eyebrow at you trying to start small talk with him but he shrugged, being vague with his answer.

“Whether it was good or bad, I hope you feel happy or relieved that it’s at least over.” You smiled. Yoongi stopped and stared at you.

“What?”

“Nothing. Just thinking about something else.” He shook his head and continued eating. You blinked but shrugged and ate as well. Yoongi picked out the bigger pieces of boneless braised meat and placed it onto your plate, surprising you. You looked at the piece of meat as if it was a foreign substance and looked up at him.

“You seem to always struggle to remove the bones. And you give the boneless meat to the other me. I’ll do the same for you.” He excused. You couldn’t help but laugh as Yoongi acknowledged the ‘other him’.

“So you acknowledge that there’s another you somewhere out there?”

“I never said I didn’t. You just don’t tell me much about him, how different or similar he is from me.” He said.

“What do you want to know?” You asked. Obviously, both Yoongis were rather different but as you got to know the Yoongi in front of you, you do seem to find similarities every now and then.

“What can you tell me about him?”

“Hmm... I mean, you look exactly the same, you already know that. You’re both deathly pale and bear resemblance to cats. You both love tangerines and you’re both night people instead of day people. Not that big a fan of sweets...” You listed out.

“I fail to see how I look like a cat.” Yoongi blinked. It took a long while for your Yoongi to come to terms with the whole ‘lil meow meow’ thing too.

“Trust me. It’s there. Oh and you both squint like this when you’re focusing on something.” You giggled, mimicking him.

“You’re finding too much amusement in this.”

“I don’t think I know you well enough to tell the differences. But my Yoongi... When you first meet him, he just seems cold, guarded and introverted. Yes, he is introverted. But he’s not cold at all.” You said, swallowing your food.

“He’s guarded because he had been wounded before by the rest of the world. And even when we got together, I realised that he just isn’t one to really show his feelings, or at least verbally. He shows his love and care through his actions. That’s what I liked about him. He was very comfortable to be around and he made me lower my guard too.” You smiled.

“He sounds like a perfect human.”

“He’s not, he’s far from it. I am the same. We’ve both come to realise it. Sure, we’ve had our fights and arguments but at the end of the day, we work it out. It takes two hands to clap, right?” You looked up at Yoongi.

“You miss him.” Yoongi stated.

“Of course. Even before we were together, he was my safety blanket for years.” You said sadly, looking at your food.

“When I’m sad, he makes me laugh or he cries with me. He worries for me, even when he should be worrying about himself.” Tears blurred your vision. Suddenly, you felt someone pull your head to a chest.

Yoongi didn’t know what to say. Just like your Yoongi, he wasn’t good with words, he only knew how to show he cared with his actions.

“Sorry, I digressed.” You said.

“It’s okay.” Yoongi whispered, stroking the back of your head. He used the end of his sleeve to wipe your tears. Sitting back down, the two of you continued talking as you finished the food. You wanted to ask about Mirae but you knew it was a sensitive topic for Yoongi so you didn’t bring it up.

“Later, can we walk in the garden?” You asked.

“That excited about the garden?” Yoongi teased. You flushed, clearing your throat sheepishly.

“Of course, we can. I can’t wait to see your hard work.” Yoongi finished. That made you feel even more embarrassed. It was like a child pestering her parent to see her artwork.

“I heard the garden was your mother’s?” You gulped. Yoongi seemed to falter for a few seconds before straightening up.

“It’s not hers but she did enjoy maintaining it. She worked very closely with the royal gardener to constantly upgrade it to be better. Kind of like what you did today.” Yoongi explained. You nodded your head slowly.

“Keeping it alive and maintained now is the best I can do for her, even after her death. She would not be pleased with me letting all her hard work go to waste. I’m not really good with plants but I’m glad Namjoon and the gardener take care of it. And now you help maintain it too. My mother would have greatly appreciated that.” Yoongi said.

“She sounds like an amazing woman.”

“Hmm.” Yoongi hummed. You mentally scolded yourself, of all topics, why did you have to mention Yoongi’s mother?

“I felt like I lost the opportunity to get to know her better. My father never let her care for me as a normal mother should. He wanted her to care for him only and that was her flaw, constantly kowtowing to him.” Yoongi continued.

“I don’t think it’s a flaw.” You said.

“It’s not a flaw to give up all free will and follow a man, who’s not even loyal to you, like a dog? That you neglect your kid?” Yoongi raised an eyebrow.

“That’s what you saw, Yoongi. I’m not saying you’re wrong, you could be right but was that how she really felt? Did you ever know her true intentions behind her actions? Maybe she never meant for you to feel neglected. I’m sure you had moments with her where she showered you with love.” You said.

“Yes, I had my moments with her. But they were always short lived because my father ruined it. Every time I tried to tell myself she actually loves me, she proves me wrong.” Yoongi’s fists shook.

“What if she was protecting you?” You asked.

CLANG!

Yoongi stood up with such force that the low table of bowls and cutlery flipped over, spilling food remnants all over the floor. You stared at the mess in shock, looking up at Yoongi. He breathed heavily, standing over you.

“Leave.” He warned.

“I’m sorry, Yoongi. I shouldn’t have-”

“I don’t want your apologies. I said leave.” His eyes flashed anger as he shook. You immediately scrambled to your feet and pulled the door open.

“(y/n) nim!” Jimin rushed to you. They had all heard the loud clash but were too afraid of entering the room. You stared at Jimin, lips pressed into a firm line. Turning away from him, you ran to your room.

“(y/n) nim!” Jimin ran after you, leaving Hoseok, Seokjin, Jungkook and Namjoon. Usually, you would have fought back or argued with him but seeing the resentment and anger in Yoongi’s eyes, you knew he was warning you to leave before his temper took over so you decided to make a break for it. You were actually afraid he would hurt you.

“J-Jeonha-” The 4 that remained bowed but all they felt was the silk of their king’s robes brushing against them as he exited the dining room.

“(y/n) nim.” Jimin stood outside your door, knocking softly. He could hear the soft echoes of your sobs. It was like everything was back to the way it was on day 1 when you arrived.

“I-I just n-need to catch m-my b-breath.” You tried to sound okay to Jimin, who didn’t believe you one bit.

“Can I come in?” He asked softly.

“I’d r-rather you n-not.” You croaked from your dark corner in the room. Jimin sighed. He didn’t want to leave your side, he wanted to make sure that you weren’t hurt, he wanted to comfort you and stop your cries. However, he knew that he shouldn’t force you too.

“Please.” He tried for the last time.

“Come.” Your voice was soft but he heard it. Slowly the door creaked open and Jimin came in to see your huddled figure. Immediately, he went to help you up and led you to the bed to lie down.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t be there for you.” Jimin whispered. You shook your head, you didn’t want him to feel guilty.

“It’s not your fault. It’s all mine. I shouldn’t have pushed him.” You said.

“What happened?”

“I brought up his mother. And it just escalated too fast.” You explained, regret written all over your face. Jimin softened as your eyes casted down with guilt. He took a clean handkerchief from the cupboard and gently wipe your face of its tears. He didn’t interrupt you and instead continued to listen as you explained what happened in the room.

“Jeonha’s relationship with his mother was always a touchy subject for him. But you didn’t know that.” Jimin spoke.

“But I knew he was getting angry and uncomfortable. And yet, I continued to question him and doubt his feelings, the feelings he had been bottling up since he was a child.” You said.

“That’s one of the reasons he resents Taehyung gun.” Jimin explained.

“What do you mean?”

“You know how Taehyung gun’s mother is. She was bubbly, kind and loving to Taehyung. She didn’t care that he wasn’t crown prince, he was just her son to her. Jeonha hated seeing them together.” Jimin started.

“Jeonha wasn’t wrong in a sense... They did share their moments, like I said, they would be in the garden together. But all it took was for the king to call her and she would just leave jeonha there to stay with him. To jeonha, who was just a child, that was betrayal. Countless times.” Jimin explained.

“And all I did was doubt him.”

“Not true. You were right too. Jeonha didn’t see the fear in his mother’s eyes. She did try to speak up but what good comes out of defying the king. The king who can hurt your child, the crown prince.” Jimin smiled sadly.

“How do you know all this Jimin? Aren’t you about the same age as Yoongi?” You tilted your head.

“My mother worked as one of the queen consort’s servants before me. She saw everything and comforted the queen consort when she was upset.”

“So Yoongi’s mother was trying to protect Yoongi...”

“Yes. The king was very obsessed with the queen consort. He didn’t want to let anyone else her, even his own child. Yes, he had a harem of concubines but he always kept her by his side and never wanted her away for too long. She was someone special to him and he wanted her to only look at him. He was willing to hurt anyone who took her away, jeonha included.” Jimin said.

“Jeonha grew up hating his mother. But a part of him still held to the few memories he had of her. The garden, for example. His mother is also the reason jeonha doesn’t believe in love.” He continued.

“That’s horrible. He must have felt so much hurt and felt all alone.” You hung your head down.

“But I think you staying by his side has changed him.” Jimin lifted your head up with his finger. You stared at him in confusion. He giggled and just wiped your remaining tears.

“Let’s get you washed up.” He helped you stand up and led you to the bathroom. You brushed your teeth and he combed your hair, helping you change out of your hanbok and into sleepwear.

“Wait, Jimin. What did you mean by-”

“Get some rest, (y/n) nim. I’ll see you when the sun rises.” He smiled softly after tucking you into bed.

“Goodnight, Jimin.” You yawned. Jimin exited your room. He stared at your door for a few seconds before he finally was able to turn and walk away.

Yoongi stood in his garden, his anger was slowly starting to dissipate. He scoffed, this dinner was supposed to be relaxing and a chance for him to get to know more about where you come from, ending with the both of you taking a walk in the garden with you showing him your new plants and flowers proudly.

But you just had to bring his mother up.

“You always ruin everything.” He said to no one in particular. Well, he was referencing his mother, who wasn’t even alive anymore.

“Why does it always have to end up this way?” Yoongi was now asking himself. He clenched his fists as the resentment for his mother bubbled within him.

However, what caused his anger to fade was that he couldn’t ignore the memory of your eyes and how much fear was in them. As if you were actually afraid that he was going to hurt you.

“I’m sorry, Yoongi. I shouldn’t have-”

You actually apologised to him. He had expected you to argue back or stand against him but all you did was back away with fear and leave as you are told. What was happening to him? There was a dull ache in his chest that was never there before. When you spoke of your Yoongi, why did a new determination to prove that he was the better Yoongi appear?

Yoongi sighed for the nth time. He lifted his head and stared at your window, which was now closed. Were you asleep? Or were you crying?

“I swear.” Yoongi cursed himself. He subconsciously started walking and now found himself standing before your door. Gently, he knocked but there was no reply. He quietly opened the door to see you asleep.

“Yoongi...” You called in your sleep.

“I’m here.” Yoongi whispered. He honestly didn’t know if you were calling him or the other Yoongi but he was going to assume it was him you were calling out to in your sleep.

“Just let me...” He didn’t know what came over him but soon, Yoongi was in your bed, holding you close to him.

“What?” Your eyes shot open in shock, ready to kick the intruder in your bed. But looking down, you saw the locks of blonde. His face pressed into your abdomen as he held you tightly. You felt his tears wetting your night robe and the skin beneath.

“She told me she loved me. But she never came back.”

“I’m sorry, Yoongi.” You said softly, running your fingers through his locks. Even though Yoongi was slowly letting his guard down around you, this was the first time he let all his walls down.

“I’ll never hurt you.” Yoongi looked up at you, moving up so your eyes met at the same level.

“I’ll never hurt you. I promise.” He repeated, cupping your cheek.

“Please don’t be afraid of me. Please.” He cried. You still didn’t respond but you did wipe his tears, drawing his head to your chest as you comforted him. Now you really saw it. You saw Yoongi as a child that was hurt by the world and just wanted someone to be there for him and tell him that he is loved.

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hangekitty · 3 years

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Tea for 3

Erwin x Levi x gn!Reader Headcanons

Scenario: the three of you decide to open up a tea shop together

Warnings: none!

Genre: fluff! Polyamory

Universe: Modern AU!

A/N: it’s a little short, but it’s definitely sweet. These headcanons have been on my mind a LOT and I just had to write them down. I feel like I mostly write polyamory stuff (even my private work is like 70% polyamory) but I am working on monogamous relationship stories as we speak! Should I keep writing polyamory? 🤔

First of all, it was Levi’s idea to open up a tea shop, even if he doesn’t want to admit it. He had first brought it up out of curiosity to see what you or Erwin thought. It wasn’t brought up again till Erwin found a little shop that was up for sale, to which Levi pretended not to be excited; in truth, if Levi was better at expressing himself he would have been jumping up and down with pure happiness.

Levi will probably need some convincing to actually go for this opportunity. I can see him being a little insecure as to whether he deserves such a chance at this; so hearing the two of you, the people he loves most, give him so much affection and encouragement he couldn’t refuse.

You three spend long nights together designing the interior and exterior of the tea shop; going for a sleek botanical look with a hint of rustic charm.

You were the creative of the three, designing the logo and even the menu; Erwin would be like 😧 being super impressed with your talents. He is very good with his hands in the DIY department, but can barely draw a stick figure!

You decide to call the tea shop Ackerman & Co. (as much as Levi tried to argue against it, it is of course his dream and thought it would be a lovely gesture of yours and Erwin’s love towards him). Needless to say, Levi loved your reasoning and eventually accepted it.

The three of you visiting the store before buying it, Erwin ever so vigilant with his questions. From “Is there a persistent mould problem” to “are the neighbours noisy?”

Luckily it seems things are perfect, the store is located just off the high streets but close enough to attract some wandering customers. A little detail I would like to add is that the store is close to a cathedral and one of Levi’s favourite things to do (especially at night) is to open a window and listen out to the bell chimes.

“Is it big enough for your bed?” The answer to that is yes! As you insisted that the three of you share a King size bed (although Levi doesn’t sleep that often as it is, he still enjoys the company) you worry that the living space may not be enough. Don’t worry, Erwin sized out the place; he measured the entire flat above the shop out with only a measuring tape.

You ask Miche, Hange and Moblit for help when it comes to building up the tea shop! From painting to decorating, Hange goes a little overboard with the plants, but it only adds to the charm. “Who the hell is going to water all of these?” Levi groaned, “don’t worry love, I will” you reassure him, he will of course make you keep a diary so you can keep an eye out and record watering times!

Erwin insists on adding a bookshelf into the shop; this means that customers can read whilst they are there, even setting up a weekly book club! You also suggest keeping a spot out for a book exchange, keeping an on-going flow of new content for the regular customers.

Before you officially open the shop, Kutchel (Levi’s mum) visits with a gift; it is a large kettle decorated with a giant green bow to ‘baptise’ the place (also came with a bouquet of flowers because she is a sweetheart). “I am so proud of you baby”

Levi won’t cry, but he’ll cry

Let me just say, Kutchel adores the two of you and is so proud and glad that Levi has people in his life who adore him as much as his mother does (although initially explaining polyamory to her was a challenge, she just didn’t understand at first! But she supports and loves you once she grasped the concept!)

The first day of opening was BUSY. Little did you three know, but Hange had invited EVERYONE they knew and even going up to people in the streets to come to the opening.

The most confident was Erwin, he was the main spokesperson in announcing your new place. Levi barely spoke, mostly to contain himself from just crying out of happiness. So to keep his strength, he will hold onto your hand all night, giving it tender squeezes if he started to feel overwhelmed.

Levi would be the manager, mainly working on the teas and coffee orders, Erwin is most definitely the baker, making muffins and cookies and all sorts! You were the waiter/waitress but you also had your hand in baking and/or tea making when it was needed!

You put up a message board in the main room so that customers and/or friends and family can leave post-it-notes on the board. Most of the notes you get are compliments of the establishment, but you will get the occasional “I love Erwin/Levi/Y/N” notes from your loved ones; those notes you keep up forever. - if ever you get any missing cat posters, Levi will make it his mission to look for said cat.

Levi insists on getting WIFI, but Erwin annoyingly will point out the large bookcase, stating that books are enough. He does eventually give in, but will purposefully set the password annoyingly long and complicated for the sake of being petty. The password would look something like L1v1nYNrmYl0vr$

You notice that Levi spends more time in bed with you three! He has definitely settled down a lot more, feeling so much joy that his dream came to light. You and Erwin of course enjoy the extra person to cuddle in bed.

Frequent visits from your friends, Hange will bring their laptop into the cafe to finish their thesis or other scientific reports; they would quite literally spend all day there and will sleep on the sofa if they could get away with it. - you do at least have a spare bedroom so if Hange stays too late, they have a place to sleep.

Levi putting out cat food for the local strays, a cute little quirk you only started noticing when a dozen cats were lined up outside the back entrance of the store.

The tea shop will of course be successful, so Levi decides to experiment and start his own line of teas. Starting off with the basic breakfast and earl greys and then into the fruity and herbal teas. Once he got his customers approval and satisfaction, he then sells the tea bags (and loose tea leaves) to customers to take home. He calls his tea ‘Teas of Freedom’ (like wings of freedom lmao) which become very popular.

GLASS TEAPOTS; you get to see the water change into beautiful colours once the teas infuse. The most popular being the jasmine tea where the flower blooms when the hot water is applied; Erwin’s face lights up EVERY TIME Levi prepares this kind of tea.

Can you imagine Levi’s face when someone comes in and asks for a Starbuck’s like order, he would be like “HUH???” But don’t worry, you step in and take the order effortlessly; Levi is a tea man, coffee is somewhat a foreign concept to him.

On quiet days, Erwin will come up behind you and wrap his arms around your waist, whispering sweet nothing into your ear and rocks you side to side. This man is so in love with you. He does this to Levi but not as often...mostly because even on not so busy days Levi is busy.

Imagine catching quick little kisses whilst its busy, hugging is one thing but a quick kiss on the cheek is honestly so cute; Levi would 100% get distracted and a lot more clumsy if you plant a forehead kiss on him whilst he’s preparing tea.

EEEEP I hope you enjoyed it!! I love EURI as it is, but being a x reader it meant I got an excuse to write them!

#levi x erwin x reader #levi x erwin #euri #eruri #eruri x reader #erwin x levi x reader #erwin x reader #levi x reader #erwin smith #levi Ackerman #attack on titan modern au #attack on titan #levi headcanons #erwin x you #snk erwin

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writinglizards · 3 years

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someone wanted us to kiss for a picture and i thought you were gonna stage kiss me w/ your thumbs in the middle buT NO OH MY GOD THATS……………..THATS A REAL KISS WOW OK au -- another writing prompt I lost the link to 💖

Okay, so this got WAY out of hand, but here you go! <3

Title: A Portrait of the Artist in Love

Summary: Jaskier's senior exhibition requires he present a sequence of cohesive photos representing a theme of his choosing. Geralt, after seeing the photos in person, notices one's missing.

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"So what's the matter?" Geralt finally asks when Jaskier stomps through the living room for the third time in under twenty minutes, his eyes still firmly trained on the tv set. He can't look like he cares too much or Jaskier will shut down on him, he knows.

"What's the matter is I've got my senior exhibition in two months and I still haven't settled on a fucking theme, that's the matter," he bites out, back to the sofa and hands threaded firmly through his hair, tugging hard.

Geralt sighs. All of Jaskier's problems seem to circle back to his senior exhibition. "I thought you had some photos?"

"I did," he says, tone venomous, "and then Valdo decided he was going to do a series on music and I refuse to compete with that pompous arse." Geralt bites his tongue against the 'why does what Valdo's doing matter?' He knows better.

"So? What are your ideas?" Jaskier shifts as if to speak, "and don't tell me you don't have any, I know you do." He clicks the tv off and shifts around to face Jaskier's back as he sighs, shoulders going slack.

"I want to do something personal," he says, and Geralt can hear the frustration in his voice, "something important. Not--" he can picture the way his face is scrunched up just from his tone, "--not something predictable, something trite. I want to do something meaningful."

"Okay. So make it personal. What's important to you, Jaskier?" he asks, voice soft, and watches as Jaskier's shoulders gradually go taunt again.

"Oh. Oh I could--" he cuts off, whirls around, and the nearly manic light in his eyes makes Geralt smile.

"There you go," he says, and Jaskier beams. The look on his face steals Geralt’s breath, tightens his chest. Jaskier crosses the room, headed for his bedroom slash photo studio and presumably his camera, but he pauses at the couch to squeeze Geralt's shoulder tightly.

"Thank you, darling." Geralt just rolls his eyes and clicks the tv back on.

* * * *

Jaskier never does share what idea he settled on, even after Geralt had asked, a few days later. He'd ducked his head, blushing, and told Geralt not to worry about it, it was fine, he'd get to see when it was done, and Geralt had let it go. Jaskier tends to hold his projects close to his chest until he's done with them anyway. It’s not personal.

They're seated at a cafe waiting for Yen to drop off Ciri for their afternoon trip to the zoo and Jaskier is, predicably, fiddling with his camera.

"Do you have to bring that everywhere?" he asks, tone light and teasing, and Jaskier only sticks his tongue out at him.

"Yes, you oaf, I do. I'm working," he snips, and then he lifts the camera and in a quick movement snaps a picture of Geralt's face.

"Jaskier."

"Just a test photo, love," he grins, not at all apologetic. Before Geralt can pitch anything close to a fit about Jaskier taking more photos of him (and out in public, no less), Yen and Ciri are stepping through the door. Ciri gives a delighted little shriek the way only children under five seem to do and throws herself at her father. Geralt catches her around the waist and hauls her into his lap, both of them laughing, and the photo is promptly forgotten about after that.

* * * *

"Can I come with you?"

"Why?" Geralt asks again, frowning at Jaskier where he stands next to their couch, shifting nervously with his camera clutched to his chest, "you don't like the barn."

"No, but I like Roach," he insists, "and I want to get some pictures of her. I haven't in a while." Geralt narrows his eyes.

"Is this about your project?" he asks, and the way Jaskier splutters is answer enough.

"Can't I just want to take nice photos of my best friend's lovely horse? Come on Geralt, I don't always have a reason." The color high on his cheeks says otherwise.

"Hm." He hefts his supply bag over his shoulder, "come on, then."

Jaskier practically beams the entire trip to the barn, even after he nearly slips in a spot of mud when they get there. His pure, simple joy is infectious, leaves Geralt grinning right alongside him. And if Jaskier takes pictures of him the entire time? Well, he's always taking pictures anyway.

* * * *

"Jask, my guy, must you always bring that stupid camera?" Lambert asks, "it's beer night," he says, as if beer should preclude Jaskier taking pictures.

"Yes, and? Your point?" He raises the camera to snap a blatant picture of Lambert. Aiden leans over to throw up a pair of bunny ears behind his boyfriend as if they're primary schoolers. Eskel laughs.

"Jaskier's exhibition's coming up, leave off," Geralt growls, reprimanding, and Jaskier grins all the brighter.

"Yes, thank you, darling!"

"Doesn't mean he needs to take pictures of us," Lambert grouches, but Aiden wraps his arm around his neck and pulls him into a gentle headlock.

"Be nice," Aiden admonishes, and Lambert grumbles, but subsides. After enough alcohol, no one really thinks about Jaskier's pictures.

* * * *

Catching Jaskier around their apartment snapping photos isn't strictly unusual. It's not even strictly unusual for Jaskier to be snapping photos of him, but--

"Must you take pictures while I'm trying to meditate?"

"Yeah," Jaskier answers, sunny and quick. Geralt gives a huff. The camera clicks again. "Just pretend I'm not here." Geralt hums an affirmative even though he knows it's an impossible task. He could never forget Jaskier was in a room with him.

* * * *

"Didn't know you were picking me up today," Geralt says, wandering over from his post by the medieval art exhibit to where Jaskier stands near the circulation desk, fiddling with his camera.

"Oh, well, you know," he grins brightly up at him, cheeks a little pink--maybe he's getting sick, "I was in the area and thought we could walk home together. I know you’ve got a little still but I can swing by Starbucks; I'll get you that fruity tea you like."

"Hm."

When he gets off his shift forty-five minutes later, Jaskier's waiting for him out front with the Starbucks already in hand, a radiant smile on his face, and Geralt’s chest clenches just looking at him.

* * * *

"Hey, so I know you're busy--" Jaskier starts over dinner one night, eyes focused down on his pasta, "and I don't know if you wanted to come or not, but the exhibition's next week and I--" he sneaks a glance up at Geralt from under his eyelashes, ducks his head, "--I'd like for you to be there."

Geralt can't help the smile that tugs at his lips, can't help the way affection swells in his chest. "Of course I'll go, Jask." It really is as simple as that.

* * * *

Geralt arrives in the midst of the opening hubbub. He knows Jaskier has to linger around his exhibit for at least the first hour or so and from what he understands it's tucked away somewhere toward the back, so Geralt takes a leisurely path in that general direction, stopping to look at the work Jaskier's classmates have done as he goes.

"Oh, Geralt!" Valdo's grinning as he waves him over and reluctantly he lets himself be lured in. "Good to see you here, my man. Jaskier's been a basketcase all day," he winks. Geralt rolls his eyes.

"I'm sure. Your work's good," he says, nodding back towards the row of photos behind them, all different instruments either alone or being played, the close up of hands on strings and keys.

"Don't let Jask hear you say that," he laughs, even as he preens at the praise. "And don't let him catch you over here, either. He'll be accusing infidelity in a heartbeat." Valdo winks again. Geralt doesn't even go to the effort of correcting the fact they're not together. Valdo never seems to remember anyway.

"Yeah. Have a good night, Valdo," he says before ducking out of the way of a shorter blonde woman who throws herself past him and into Valdo's arms, proclaiming her love for him and his photography. Another blonde follows behind her friend, smiling. Geralt hurries away before Priscilla and Essi can realize who Valdo had been talking to and rope him back into the conversation.

It's not that he dislikes Jaskier's friends it's just...they seem to assume things about the two of them. Yes, Geralt loves Jaskier, but Jaskier…he doesn’t know what Jaskier feels for him beyond a deep friendship.

He wanders a bit while he tries not to think about that, stopping to look at some of the other photos--landscapes, pets, significant others, children--until he spots Jaskier, all done up in the suit he'd picked out for the occasion months ago, the gold tie that Geralt had done for him this morning a beautiful contrast to the baby blue of his suit. And the pictures--

Geralt's breath catches. They're all of him; a photo of Geralt and Ciri from the zoo, Ciri seated on his shoulders, one tiny fist in his hair as she gestures wildly at the monkeys. Geralt astride Roach as he puts her through her paces at the barn, and later, Roach out in the pasture, Geralt leading her in a gentle cool down, the both of them in profile. Geralt and his brothers over beers, Geralt grinning, Eskel telling a story, hands spread wide, Lambert and Aiden leaning on each other across the table, smiles indulgent. Geralt meditating in their living room, the ghost of a smile on his face. Geralt at the museum, explaining the history of medieval art to a gaggle of tourists.

They're all him.

"Oh, thank fuck, Geralt, I--" Jaskier breaks off as he gets closer, takes in Geralt's expression, "Geralt?"

His mouth is dry and he has to clear his throat twice before he can get any words to work. "They're all of...me?" Jaskier flushes immediately.

"Well I mean--yes? I wanted it to be something important and personal and, uh, what's more personal than everything my best friend loves?" he explains rapidly, as if he's worried Geralt will cut him off, not let him explain.

"Oh," he says, because it's the only thing he can get out. And then as it dawns on him, "wait, if this is about--" he has to clear his throat again, uncharacteristically embarrassed, "--about what I love...why aren't you in any of them?"

"What, I--" Jaskier chokes off, that flush going a little darker, "I, I didn't--we weren't allowed to be the subjects of our own photos," he lies, and Geralt just raises a brow. He's seen his classmate's work--he knows it's a bullshit answer and Jaskier knows he knows.

"I didn't want to presume," he mumbles, then, a little firmer, "and it would have had to been staged. "I don't--staged photos are terrible, Geralt, you know how I feel about that." He does, but it doesn't change the fact Jaskier's collection is incomplete without him.

"Hm."

* * * *

He thinks about it for the rest of the exhibition and once he starts, it's like he can't stop. Jaskier has a collection of photos of things Geralt loves, and Jaskier's not in any of them.

It takes him almost a week to set it right.

"Geralt," Jaskier calls as the front door clicks open, Jaskier home from class. "Geralt darling, I'm famished, what--" he cuts off abruptly when he steps into the living room, gaze catching on the camera set on the tripod set up on the coffee table. Geralt stands in front of the lens, between the camera and the large bay window overlooking the distant park.

"Jaskier." Geralt's a little bit of a nervous wreck about it, but it's fine. Probably. After all, Jaskier spent months taking photos of Geralt and the things he loved. What's one more?

"Geralt, what--"

"Come here." Jaskier swallows roughly, adams apple bobbing, before he puts his bag down and steps up beside him. "Check the camera," Geralt says softly, "make sure I did it right."

Jaskier does, quick. "It's set on the ten second timer. Should I--?"

"Yeah," he says, stomach clenching in some horrible mix of fear and anticipation, "and come here."

"Geralt, if you'd wanted to take a picture together, I could have--" he says, setting the camera and starting over. He cuts off abruptly when Geralt loops an arm around his waist and tugs him in close until they're chest to chest, his other hand at Jaskier's jaw, thumb sweeping back and forth across his cheek.

"I know," he says, voice pitched low, "but you're missing a picture." And then he dips his head and kisses him.

Jaskier makes a small, wounded noise and then his arms are around Geralt's neck, fingers tight in his hair as he presses up into Geralt's grip, surges against him. Geralt cups his jaw and nips at his lower lip, revels in the quiet gasp that leaves Jaskier open for him to lick into his mouth, deepen the kiss. Distantly he's aware of the camera going off, but it's inconsequential to the way Jaskier feels in his arms.

The kiss only breaks when Jaskier pulls away to hide his face in Geralt's throat, gasping for air. Geralt chuckles, a little breathless.

"Now I'm not complaining," Jaskier says, sounding a little dazed, "but what did I do to deserve that? Because I'd like to keep doing it. Repeatedly, if possible." Geralt laughs.

"You were missing a picture," Geralt says again, and the look on Jaskier's face when he pulls back is so confused it makes his chest constrict. "The things I love," Geralt reminds, and Jaskier flushes bright red.

"Geralt--" he stammers out, flustered, before he returns to hiding his face in Geralt's shoulder. "Melitele help me," He presses his lips to the fabric of Geralt's shirt, a warm, fleeting pressure, "you really are going to be the death of me."

"Don't see how," he hums, tips his head to rest his cheek against Jaskier's head.

"Thought you wanted a friendly picture and then you just--! You just wrapped your arm around my waist like you've done it a hundred times before and I thought, oh, he's going to pretend to kiss me, for the photo, because of course you would and you, you just--" he makes a tiny, outraged noise. Geralt chuckles again. "Don't laugh at me, Geralt, I almost died."

"Mmhm," he rubs his cheek where it rests, mussing Jaskier's hair. Jaskier just huffs. "How'd the picture come out?"

Reluctantly, Jaskier peels himself away to check the photo, and Geralt can already tell from the face he's making it didn't come out well. "You moved," Jaskier admonishes, eyes glued to the tiny viewer. He fiddles with a few settings before putting it back down on the tripod. "Alright," he presses his way back into Geralt's arms, "we'll just have to try again."

"Yeah," Geralt grins, and he kisses him again.

#witcher #witcher fic #geraskier #lizard writes #rating: teen #reader reviews #Anonymous

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imaginingmultifandom · 4 years

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Can’t Keep Running From You (Part 1)

Summary: You have been hurt badly in the past and trusted the wrong guy, and you don't ever want that to happen again. Still, you can't deny your growing feelings for Draco Malfoy. It's a game of push and pull between the two of you, and it keeps getting harder to avoid him. Draco doesn't want to give up on the connection you both have, but will that end in you being the one to hurt him?

Word Count: 3064

[TW: mentions of alcohol]

A/N: You can find the second part to this mini-series here!

"I'll be back in a minute, Pansy. I promise I'll join in with the next round of shots,"

You had just stepped out of the Slytherin dorm room, trying to get away from the party that was happening in there for just a moment. Your mind was already buzzing from the fruity bowl of punch that Pansy had managed to sneak in, and you needed some time to breath.

You weren't quite sure how you had managed to get invited to a Slytherin party in the first place, but you definitely weren't going to complain. You mused that it was probably Draco Malfoy's doing, anyway, It had been a fun night so far, even though you hadn't gotten to talk to him for more than a minute since you had arrived. You were probably better of that way, though.

It was a push and pull between Draco and you, it always had been. There was something there, and you both knew it ever since you first met.

But you had been hurt before, your trust betrayed by your previous boyfriend. That had left a bigger mark on you than you had ever thought possible. You had never been a person that trusted easily, and your ex going behind your back was the last straw. Those feelings that you had for Draco, those scared you. You knew that he was someone you could see yourself getting serious with, and that was a risk you weren't ready to take. You didn't want history to repeat itself, and ending up hurt again.

You took a deep breath and mentally prepared yourself to go back in, still craving the blond's presence but wanting to force yourself to keep on avoiding him, nonetheless.

Behind you, you could hear the entrance door of the common room being swung open. You turned around instinctively, and froze in place when you recognized the figure that stepped out.

"Needed to take a breather as well?" Draco's familiar voice rang through your ears, a smug grin appearing on his face as soon as he noticed it was indeed you. "That punch is going to my head," You explained quickly, wanting to sound collected even though you were desperately trying to ignore the way his sight alone made your stomach flutter. The way his black suit perfectly clung to his body had an effect on you, you couldn't deny it.

"I see," He responded in a low murmur, letting his eyes wander up and down your figure slowly.

"Like what you see?" You couldn't help teasing him, your plan to avoid him already completely backfiring.

"You know I do," Draco said matter-of-factly, and took in your sight for a moment longer before continuing "Is there any special reason why you have hardly talked to me all night?"

"I'm talking to you right now, am I not?" You responded quickly, already used to how blunt he could be. It was all part of that little unspoken game between you too, him calling you out on all the ways you were running from that your connection.

"Would you be open to talking somewhere more private, then? I feel like I need to get away from the loud crowd in there," Draco lifted his arm as he spoke, revealing a nearly full bottle of fire whiskey in his hand, "And I've got the booze covered,"

There was a voice in the back of your head that screamed yes, let's go, anything to be alone with you. Moreover, the punch you had consumed over the past hour seemed to quiet down all the other voices that normally would tell you that this was a bad idea.

"Fine," You heard yourself say, "lust for a few minutes. But don't get the wrong idea, Malfoy. I just need some quiet time as well. Nothing more."

"Sure, darling." Draco retorted mockingly, and before you realized it he had taken hold of your hand and pulled you along with him, "Come on, I know a place."

You rolled your eyes at his cockiness, but let yourself get pulled along anyway.

Soon, you both quietly walked up the stairs to the Astronomy Tower, looking around to make sure that no one had seen you sneaking up there.

Neither of you had let go of each other's hands as you walked, and you allowed yourself to enjoy the blissful feeling of it for this passing moment.

Then, Draco let go, and you watched as he took of his suit jacket and spread it out on the floor in front of one of the big pillars. He gestured for you to sit down, but you hesitated.

"Are you sure? That's an expensive jacket, I'm fine with just the floor," You made your point, not wanting to ruin his clothes.

"Just sit down, Y/N," Draco explained, "We both know I have like ten more of these. Besides, sitting on it won't destroy it anyway." He sat down first, placing the bottle of firewhiskey on the floor and patting the empty space next to him.

"Alright," You nodded, slowly sitting down. It was more comfortable than you had expected, even though the cold brick of the pillar sent a shiver down your spine when you leaned back against it.

Draco's left side was ever so slightly brushing against yours as you sat there, both facing forward, somehow not daring to look each other in the eye.

For a second you wondered what you were even doing here, both the sudden quietness and closeness between you two leaving you feeling a bit awkward.

"Are you going to offer me some of that?" You broke the silence more harshly than you had planned on, matching Draco's usual cockiness. You gestured over to the bottle next to him.

*Thought you would never ask," The blond responded almost too smugly, handing you over the booze in an instant.

"Thank you." You mumbled, lifting the bottle to your mouth and accidentally taking a bigger swig than you had intended to. You coughed immediately, the firewhiskey burning your throat more than anticipated. It had been a while since you had a drink like this, Pansy's punch now seeming awfully sweet in comparison.

"You're starting to become a real lightweight, Y/N." Draco couldn't contain his grin as he watched you.

"Am not," You objected, immediately taking another swig out of spite. It already burned less, your body adjusting to the sensation of the hard alcohol.

This was the side of you that had always fascinated Draco the most, the one where you didn't take any of his shit and could one-up him easily. It was a pity that you only ever allowed for it to come out once you had a drink.

Silence fell between you two once more, but this time it was a comfortable one. You each took turns taking small swigs from the bottle of firewhiskey, letting the liquid run down your throat before passing it to the other.

You hadn't felt cold up until now, as it was a rather mild summer night. But slowly, you became more aware of the way the wind played around your nose and the coldness of the pillar you were leaning against creeping up your back. Even the heating effect of the whiskey couldn't prevent a shiver from running through your body.

You tried to suppress it, but Draco noticed immediately. Without a word, he lifted his left arm and wrapped it around your shoulder.

You froze at first, but when Draco turned his head and gave you an unusually soft smile, you couldn't help but relax into his touch.

"No need to be cold when I'm right here." He stated simply, as if you cuddling was the most natural thing in the world.

By now you were both far more than just buzzed, and that loosened your inhibitions more than you had ever planned to. Without thinking too much about it, you shifted slightly and wrapped your own arms around Draco's waist.

You were just craving some warmth, nothing more. At least that's what you told yourself, ignoring how your heart stopped when Draco pulled you even closer.

You sighed into his touch, letting yourself fall into his embrace.

"You don't have to be afraid of me, you know." He said out of the blue, catching you off guard.

"Why would I be afraid of you?" You asked, not quite sure what he was getting at.

"You know what I mean, Y/N." Draco responded, letting the hand that was wrapped around you absent-mindedly run up and down your upper arm, "Afraid of me, or rather afraid of us, this between us.

"I'm not afraid," You lied through your teeth, goosebumps appearing on your arm due to his soft touch, "And there's no us, Draco,"

"Don't play dumb now," He scoffed, the alcohol loosening both your tongues, "No us? Then why are you wrapped up my arm? Why are you avoiding me more than ever lately?"

"I'm just cold," You considered pulling away from him, but couldn't bring yourself to, "And I haven't been avoiding you, I was just.. busy lately,"

"Don't lie to me, Y/N. Please," Draco pleaded in a tone so soft, one that you had never heard from him before, "I know there's something between us, and I want to find out what it is. Maybe I was foolish to think you did, too." His words were slightly slurred, but they left you aching regardless. "If you want me to back off, I will. I just as long as there's even the slightest chance, I won't give up."

"Draco.. look," You stumbled over your words, and took a deep breath before starting again. You practically inhaled his perfume because you were so close, and his scent left you feeling even dizzier than the booze, "|- I can't deny that we have a connection, okay? But-" You stopped yourself.

"But what?" He questioned, "I want to understand. Give me a chance to,"

"I just can't go through it again," You opened up, finally, the alcohol letting you forget that you would regret this in the morning, "What happened with my ex, I mean, I can't. I'm not strong enough,"

You hadn't told anyone that your ex had cheated on you, repeatedly. The shame you associated with that was too much, so you had simply told everyone you both had lost feelings and therefore broke up. Nowadays, you didn't even want to say or think about his name, it hurt too much.

Lucky for you, he had transferred to Beauxbatons shortly after your breakup due to his parents moving, so at least you didn't have to see him anymore. The painful memories still lasted, though.

"You never told me what he did to you," Draco whispered, "And don't tell me that bullshit losing feelings excuse, I know there's something more behind it." He hesistated for a moment, before adding, "I saw the hurt in your eyes even months after,"

You felt your throat closing, hating the idea that Draco could see through you like that.

"I felt worthless, ashamed. I couldn't bring myself to talk to anyone about it,"

Oh merlin, you really would regret opening up like this tomorrow, but you kept talking regardless. Damn that firewhiskey.

"He cheated. Multiple times, multiple girls. And even when I found out he kept denying it, made me feel like I was the one going crazy and making things up. Made me realize I was way too naive and didn't know him at all,"

"It's not naive to trust the person you love," Draco said suprisingly profound, turning his head so he could face you properly, "He's just scum who never deserved to be loved by someone like you in the first place."

His words shook you up, made your heart flutter despite the painful memories of your ex, and his raw display of emotion took you aback. Sure, Draco was always more or less flirting with you, but it had always been harmless. You both had your struggles with the more heavy emotions, that much you were sure of, so you knew how much it meant when he got serious like this. You just weren't sure if you were worthy of him opening up like that.

"Is that the firewhiskey talking?" You forced yourself to grin at him, trying to change the subject by teasing him.

"It definitely helps a bit," Draco replied more honest than you expected, and lifted his gaze to look in your eyes directly, "Look, Y/N. I know I'm not perfect, far from it. But I'm not like him, that much I know."

"I didn't think he was like that, either," You admitted, and sat up a bit, only barely able to stop yourself from pulling your eyes away from his intense gaze. You pulled your arms away from his waist, feeling overwhelmed with conflicting emotions, "But he still hurt me,"

"I would never hurt you, darling." Draco kept his eyes fixed on your face, soothing you with his words.

"I really want to believe that," You murmured, subconsciously moving your face a bit closer to his. His eyes pulled you in, you couldn't help it.

"Then give me a chance to prove it," Draco's voice was barely above a whisper now, and he let his eyes fall down to your lips for just a second once he noticed you getting closer.

You had caught his look, but didn't pull away. His presence drew you in, made you feel weak and curious for more all at once.

Ever so slowly, as if to not scare you away, Draco lifted his right arm. He stopped with his hand placed under your chin and carefully tilted your head so you were even closer.

"Are you gonna give me that chance, sweetheart?" He crooned, eyes big as he looked at you.

You couldn't hold yourself back anymore, firewhiskey and the smell of Draco's familiar scent loosening your inhibitions and letting your true feelings shine through. You matched his pace, slowly closing the distance between your mouths until you finally let your lips linger on his.

When your mouths touched for the first time, it seemed as if the whole room was spinning and the only still thing was Draco's face. You closed your eyes, and let yourself fall into the kiss.

Draco moved and cupped your face with his hands now, pulling you to him and deepening the kiss. You felt as if you were going to explode and fall apart under his gentle touch.

You could taste the booze still lingering on his tongue, but it didn't matter, nothing mattered, because you were both drunk and finally daring to slip into whatever this thing between you was.

Once Draco let his tongue gently flicker into your mouth, the thoughts spinning in your head stopped completely. You couldn't think, couldn't feel any sensation besides his touch.

All hesitation was gone for the moment, and you were feeling reckless. You pulled away from the kiss briefly and slung your leg across Draco's to sit in his lap and still face him, stumbling a bit due to your buzz.

You let out a giggle, and Draco joined you, steadying your waist and pulling you into his lap with ease.

His hands rested on your hips now while yours were wrapped around his neck, lowering your head to go in for another kiss.

"I've wanted this for so long," Draco mumbled between tender kisses, and you pulled him in for another to quiet him down.

"Let's not talk," You shushed, knowing that this moment was all to delicate and you hated to see it ruined by one of you saying something wrong. Or just maybe, fear started to creep up in the back of your mind that you would reciprocate his words and let him in too far, too soon.

Draco looked at you, and for a second it felt like there was a bit of hurt flickering through his eyes because you had shut him down so quickly. Suddenly, he pulled you in again and crashed his lips onto yours for an even deeper kiss, as if he feared that this moment was fleeing and would soon be out of his reach.

And the moment did end sooner than either of you had expected, because there was a sudden meow audible and it came from the tops of the stairs leading to the tower.

You turned around instantly, realizing that Mrs. Norris was sitting on the stairs, her watchful eyes fixated on both of you. This meant that Filch couldn't be far, and you didn't even dare to imagine how many weeks of detention you would get for drunkenly sneaking around with each other at this time and place.

"Shit," You stood up as quick as possible, pulling away from Draco and stumbling slightly as you got to your feet. He joined you and grabbed his jacket and the by now nearly empty bottle, and you both ran down the stairs.

"Go, go, go," You ushered quietly, hoping that Filch was still far away and Mrs. Norris hadn't snitched on you yet. You felt as if you had sobered up immediately, rushing down the hallway with Draco still by your side, "Let's split up and head back to our dorms,"

Draco nodded, and you were about to head your seperate ways when you could feel his hand grabbing yours and pulling you around to him once more.

"Y/N, wait," He said, and without any hesistation crashed his lips into yours for the last time this night. The world stopped for a moment, his kiss making you almost forget about why you were running in the first place. The sound of another meow behind you brought you back into reality, and you pulled away.

"Promise you won't avoid me tomorrow?" Draco asked, his question leaving him all vulnerable and still hopeful.

The adrenaline pumping through your body left you feeling stone-cold sober, and you couldn't bring yourself to say yes. Instead, you gave only the slightest nod, your head low and eyes fixed on the floor.

"We really need to go, he'll catch us," You let out before turning on your heel, beginning to run towards the moving stairs.

Where he was, Draco stood still and watched you run away from him. It was a familiar sight, by now.

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Notes: Soooo....Here’s part 2..Thanx for the notes guyssss <3 ♥

Summary: You encounter a stranger on your way back from the grocery shop and everything about him pulls you in.

Pairings: Eren Yeager x Reader; Various pairings eventually

Warnings: NSFW(not today tho); mentions of smoking.

Part II

’’Kid….Am I not interesting enough for your small, forgetful brain?’’ asked Levi from his desk, his grey eyes expressing the dissatisfaction he had about your mistake.

THE FILE. The Eren Yeager file. The file he stole from your bag after he finished...well...screwing you. To say that you were upset about the fact that you were used as a mere excuse for theft was an understatement. You were pissed as hell.

But your boss came first, as his death glare made you snap out of your one sided grudge with the memory of the charming terrorist you encountered. It was definitely wrong and probably a bad move but you couldn’t tell Levi what happened. So….you lied.

’’For the 27th time, I am so sorry that I ‘accidentally’ threw an important file into the shredder..I was cleaning my desk and I wasn’t paying attention.’’ you sounded honest but a little mechanical as you said the same excuse for awhile now.

Levi raised one of his brows at your nonchalance but sighed and said:

’’At least you didn't lose it. That would have been a big ass problem.’’

You clenched your fist behind your back. This was not ending well for you.

’’Please..I’m not that idiotic.’’ somehow your tone didn’t betray you but a small voice in your mind retorted immediately, ‘You are more than idiotic and you’re definetley screwed.’. You gulped.

A soft knock interrupted the beginning of your inner mental breakdown. Armin entered Levi’s office carrying a stack of files in one arm and holding what looked like a coffee cup in the other. He placed the files on Levi’s desk and handed him the cup. You suddenly blurted out your first thought.

’’But you don’t drink coffee.’’

Levi’s death glare almost made you take a step back. Well, maybe Eren Yeager took more than the file...he stole your brain too as you suddenly find yourself incapable of thinking. You want to slap a hand over your mouth. What the hell was wrong with you lately?

Armin watched you curiously for a moment. You feared his intuition, he was too sharp sometimes and that made you anxious in the current situation, but you tried to play it off anyway.

’’Ahem, yes, I heard it from Mrs. Zoe? Ha, am I wrong ?’’ you laughed awkwardly at the end of your sentence.

Armin shook his head, his short blonde hair hitting his face in the process. ’’That is right. As expected of you, Y/N, your mind always picks up the smallest details. The Captain drinks tea. I got a few extra cups to go, just 10 minutes ago. You can help yourself from the kitchen...Though I’m pretty sure you love coffee more.’’ he said while giving you a kind, small smile. You smiled back trying not to break eye contact.

‘You might be my best friend’s soulmate.’

You cringed internally. Not because you didn't find Armin attractive, because you thought the boy could even model if he wanted to, but because of what happened later after Eren said that phrase. You shook your head trying to banish the image of a long haired, 6ft man on top of your naked body. ‘Not the time, not the time.’

You wondered what Armin would think about the fact that you got to meet his best friend before he did. As you found out today, turns out they have not met in more than a year. You felt guilty for keeping your mouth shut. But it seemed like the best course of action. You needed to act solo for a while.

In a safe way, of course.

Levi motioned for Armin to leave but as he got closer to the door you saw his eyes discreetly peering at your neck and then at your face. Your hair was covering most of your hickeys but Armin might have noticed something anyway.

Once he left the room, Levi got up from his seat and approached the window.

He was wearing a plain white dress shirt and black pants with a pair of dark brown leather shoes. He was not going on the field today, you could tell that much because of his outfit. He was in his thirties now but his looks still caused many casualties between the female officers, especially the MPs who were more than enthusiastic when Levi passed them by. He was one of the best at his job and his handsome face was obviously a bonus.

You always said it was the mix between his good looks and his cold attitude that was pulling people in, but he was far from an unfeeling person. He usually cared too much about everything. Seeming distant was just his way of preserving himself. People were impressed just by hearing stories about him. But most of them had no idea how much he suffered. You knew. Not that he liked that. He never liked the fact that fate seemed to always make you meet again and again.

The first time, as his student when he was teaching in highschool. The second time as his blind date, Hange’s courtesy. The third time as the new member of his team, fate’s courtesy this time.

Each time you look at him you remember how selfish you’ve always been. You hate the thought but you know and can’t deny the fact that one way or another you always became a burden for the man sitting right across you. Right from the start.

----------------------------------------------------------------------- ’’Sir, is she worth it?’’ an eighteen years old you asked a younger Levi who was just exiting through the school’s gates. As he whipped his head back to match the voice to the person, his stern look softened just a bit. It was late and you were supposed to be home long ago. Instead you were only leaving now, a bag full of books in your right hand. You always stayed in the library until the school closed. You didn’t want to go home anyway.

’’That’s not an ideal question to ask about your sister, is it, brat?’’

You started laughing. He knew better than to refer to his fiance as your sister. You hated the bitch and there was no bond whatsoever between the two of you. She was just the awful daughter of the amazing woman who took you in after your parents kicked you out.

’’Can you give me a ride home, sir? I am afraid my frail arms are unable to carry these books until I reach the nearest bus stop.’’ you said in a dramatic tone while Levi just massaged his temples out of frustration but made a gesture towards his car anyway.

You smiled at him as you entered the car. He was driving in silence, without any radio music in the background, without any small talk. You wanted to tell him so many things, you wanted to express your indignation regarding the fact that your ‘sister’ was cheating on him and using him as an alibi so her mother won’t ever suspect she’s dating one of the biggest drug dealers in the region, you wanted to complain about the fact that he wasted his good heart on someone who wronged him before, you wanted to ask him why was he clinging to unhappiness so desperately. You could never understand. Even as you watched as the road light travelled on his face while he drove, you could only think about how well he managed to hide his pain. People didn’t notice that he was alone most of the time. Or that he rarely smiled.

It made you sad, it made you think of a part of yourself. Except you constantly fought for your right at happiness even if sadness never left your side. No matter how annoying that made you, you still kept going. But he didn’t even seem like he tried. He looked like the loneliest person on earth and he hid it so well that if you said what you thought out loud, people would just think you're looking into it too much.

You reached your house and his car stopped. Somehow, only now you noticed the pleasant smell inside the car. It smelled like fruity tea-bags which you assumed came from a spare ’stash’ he had somewhere around. You smiled. He always drinks tea during the breaks. It makes him look so refined too. Without any intention you giggled. He noticed and raised a brow, asking:

’’What makes you so happy that you’re hesitating to get out of my car? Hm? Move it, you didn’t even had dinner yet.’’

You turned your whole body towards him while you spoke in an excited manner.

’’I was thinking about you, sir. The way you enjoy your tea during breaks and how that’s the most happy I saw you since I came to this school.’’

With a confused look on his face he tilted his head but let you speak nonetheless. Your voice became softer while you looked down, your hair falling over your face.

’’You see, I believe that happiness can only come from being honest with yourself. Lie to the world, lie to people but if you lie to yourself you’ll just tint your soul to the point even the tea you love so much won’t taste the same anymore.’’

Levi’s eyes widened slightly. He knew you were outspoken and that sometimes you caused trouble because you meddled in things that were none of your business and you spoke way too much but he couldn’t deny the way you arranged your words. He knew you had a kind heart and that you were trying to reach his. He almost wanted to smile. ‘Stupid kid.’

He didn't say anything as you exited the car but watched you until you entered the house. You were right, he knew he was cheated on, he knew he was used but there was another side to his truth too. He used the idea of a fiance to run away from both his past and future.

But looking at you who had nothing but wanted everything, he thought that maybe, just maybe...he became a coward. And he always hated cowards.

As you watched him drive away, that was the last time you met him as a teacher, as he would lose his job in two weeks due to murder acusations regarding his fiance. Your ‘sister’.

You’d hear from your classmates how a tall, blonde detective cuffed him in front of the whole school while he put up a fight.

Then he would be gone and you wouldn't hear anything about him for a few years. -------------------------------------------------

’’So, care to explain why you are so distracted today?’’ he was gazing outside the window but you couldn’t help notice the way his voice was softer now that you were alone again.

’’I was unable to rest well last night, however you don’t need to worry, sir. I’ll snap back as soon as I drink some coffee, just as Armin suggested.’’

Another lie. You actually slept like a baby because you were so exhausted. The bed felt so warm and the man next to you smelt so good that you felt like you were floating. Only your dumb ass could sleep so relaxed next to a criminal.

You pondered before asking the next question.

’’What type of person used to be.....Eren Yeager?’’

His name sounded so different from your mouth or maybe that was your own perception. You recognised a little stinginess in your tone.

You pulled out your phone and started a voice recording. You were allowed to do so when it came to declarations. You were a profiler afterall. You needed to go over conversations and details, multiple times to complete your work.

Levi turned away from the window and took a few steps closer to you. His expression looked indifferent but you knew better. There was regret mixed in his feelings.

’’That brat wasn’t the most talented nor the smartest agent around, I actually often thought he was more of an idiot than most people I knew..’’

You stopped yourself from laughing. ’Unprofessional...Don’t do it. Let him continue.’

’’He was too much of a hot head for his own good but he listened to my orders and tried to look at things from a more mature perspective, perhaps we might have asked too much from him. Our department was in trouble and we lost more people than you could count, in a very short amount of time. We had an operation that lasted for more than 2 years. Eren was the key to that operation. Everything circled around him. We wanted to find answers so badly, we sacrificed so much that we never saw the fact that we had spies among us and the whole operation became more than a national issue. You said you read the file before you shredded it, right? I also mentioned it in the meeting before. You know what’s the issue I’m talking about, right?’’

Your breathing becomes more alert and a bitter feeling takes over your heart. Memories from your distant childhood try to resurface but you push them away. The past always catches up.

Your voice becomes more serious when you answer.

’’After 14 years of peace we might have another war with the neighbour nation, Marley, is that right?’’

Silence fills the room as Levi only nods. He seems lost in his own mind for a while and you can only guess what he might be thinking about. He was a soldier back then and this whole deal pissed him off.

’’Eren betrayed us. No warning, just a vague explanation. He almost wiped out their whole capital, one of the biggest cities in Marley, he killed VERY important people and now we are threatened left and right. This dumbass is very close to starting the biggest international conflict this country ever faced. Can’t believe that brat had the nerve to come back and now he’s under our jurisdiction again. We have to catch him and fast. Everyone you’ll ask will say he changed, but I always knew he had it in him. He might just destroy the world...no one can cage him. He’s that type of monster.’’

Your body suddenly felt numb, a weird sense of fear trying to take over you. His face, his expressions, everything flashed in your mind repeatedly, pieces of the conversation you had, the way he touched you, the note he left. For the first time in a very long time, you felt lost in translation.

Things were not adding up. Someone was wrong here. Something was definitely missing. You paused the recording and exhaled while rubbing your temples.

’’This should not be handled by a departament full of people that know him. Someone must really want to bury the Survey unit in shit.’’

A humourless laugh escaped your mouth.

’’Sorry Levi, you always hated when I cursed. Forgot about that.’’ you said, a sad look plastered on your face remembering many of the arguments you two had mostly because of you.

He frowned and took another step closer to you, unconsciously wanting to pat your head but you were already heading for the door. He snapped out of it and looked at his hand. He got carried away for a second, wanting to comfort you.

’’I guess you’ll always have a soft spot for me, sir...but we shouldn’t be very comfortable around each other. You were always the better man and I was always the wicked little girl.’’

’’L/N..’’

You exited his office. ‘Unfortunately, I’m still the same.’ you thought while walking to your desk and getting ready to work on the details of some cases that became piled up in the last week.

As you sat down and flipped through various lists of criminals, you tried to silence your mind. Sometimes your mental state was just like a furious sea storm. You have the tendency to drown in your own dark and poisonous thoughts until your identity becomes foggy. But work was a great distraction and thankfully...you sure had plenty of it. So you rolled up your sleeves, took a sip of the coffee Armin put on your desk (somehow the fact that he did sweet gestures like this made you very warm inside) and started working on your reports ignoring intentionally a certain criminal whose face you really didn’t wanna see again today, not on a screen, not printed...you'll deal with the Yeager case at home. You had to catch up on your work anyway.

Right? You weren’t running away or anything...right?

People around you became colorful shadows that moved around exiting or entering the headquarters while you were scribbling furiously details about different cases. When your phone rang, an hour before the end of your shift, you almost jumped out of your chair. You looked around and realised everyone was out and you were the only one left. Probably investigating, or some kind of emergency.

On the screen of your phone Jean’s face was popping up with the incoming call. When he first gave you his contact number he took a selfie of himself because he thought he looked ‘cool’ in that moment and you ‘had to have his handsomeness on your phone’, his words not yours. You rolled your eyes at the memory.

’’ ‘Sup Kirschtein? I’m busy and I swear to God if you call me ‘cause you're bored while being on some stakeout I will…’’ He burst into laughter and answered: ’’Calm down Y/N, I only did that like five or six times and you might’ve even liked it, don’t lie to me now.’’ he said in a charming yet joking voice and you couldn’t help but smile. He was one of the people who could easily put you in a good mood. ’’Wanna get out to get some ‘’fresh air’’ on the roof? It turns out we sorted out what we had to do sooner than expected….well sooner than I thought. That damn Floch will kill me one day...His attitude might just get us both killed.’’

Of course he wanted to smoke and complain about his partner, Floch. Jean didn’t seem like the type to think a lot, especially when you first got to meet him. He’s loud, a little bit of a bragger and has lots of opinions on anything but he was an exceptionally capable man in times of crises. You witnessed that a few times but you also heard it from Sasha: ’’Marco, Jean’s ex-partner, always said that Jean was the one most capable of leading us out of trouble and Marco’s intuition about people was as good as my instincts about danger. He knew what he was saying.’’

When you reached the roof, Jean was already smoking while looking at the red sky. The sun was almost gone. He looked lost in thought, barely noticing you until he heard the sound of your lighter. You took a long puff and exhaled. For some reason you felt exhausted and even if the silence somehow pleased you, it felt unlike Jean. He always liked to talk a lot around you, your smoking breaks being full of gossiping. It was almost always the two of you, given the fact that you and him were the only smokers in the department. You had a hunch that Armin smoked too but only when he was truly bothered by something, Connie tried it once and said he liked it but you knew he lied, Sasha said she didn't like the taste(did not surprise you at all there) and Mikasa thought it was stupid and unhealthy and you honestly agreed.

’’Why do you smoke, Jean?’’ you asked out of the blue. You realised you never asked him that. For some reason the image of Eren staring at you while holding his pack of cigarettes in one hand flashed in your mind. You took another inhale of smoke trying to push the image away. Jean didn’t respond immediately but when his eyes fixed on the cigarette he was holding.

’’Marco used to smoke here. It was so unlike him. He really didn’t seem like the type and he tried to hide it all the time...he was even carrying perfume around.’’ he said and let out a short bitter laugh. For some reason he placed a hand on his face trying to hide his expression. ’’I started smoking after he died. I guess..well fuck...I miss being with my friend. When I’m holding this cigarette it feels as if he’s still here. As if I could …’’ he hesitated before continuing,’’....ask him for advice about what I should do..’’

You got closer to him and bumped your shoulder into his in a friendly manner. He dropped his hand from his face and looked at you. You could see he was emotionally drained but you flashed him a cheerful smile even though you felt like shit as well. You looked up at the now, darker sky and said in a loud voice:

’’By smoking this cigarette I dare ask the amazing Marco Bott from heaven to lend me some of his wisdom. Please let me give our friend here a good answer to the question troubling his, not so young anymore, soul.’’

’’I’m only a year older than you, Y/N.’’ he said, his voice a little amused now. You rolled your eyes.

’’You’re an old soul, Jean. My shift will be over soon so spit it out...What’s bothering yo-’’

’’Did you study Eren’s file?’’ he asked out of the blue. You sighed and took another cigarette out and placed it in your mouth.

’’Not yet. Tonight I plan on looking over it. Why? Wanna tell me something about him that might help me in writing his profile?’’

Jean shook his head and took a puff out of his cigarette.

’’Once you look over it, after you read our statements about him that are also included there, before writing any report, I want you to tell me something that might help me.’’ you raised a brow in confusion but he wasn’t looking at you anymore. He was staring straight ahead at the city covered in the red light of the sunset.

’’Who do you think will hesitate when shooting? Us or Eren ?’’

You ran a hand through your hair and looked at the city too. As the night approached, it suddenly looked more dangerous.

‘Who indeed…?’ . . . . . Before leaving you stopped by Hange’s office to drop some of the work you completed for the day. Moblit, her assistant, the guy who you knew for a fact was the only one besides Levi to be able to control your workaholic Director, was trying to force feed her some pizza while she insisted that she had to look over some DNA samples found at a random crime scene.

’’M’am, I know you worked in the lab for most of your life but now you should be dealing only with the work Erwin had to do when he had your position. He didn't try to be in ten places at once! Come on, eat this slice. You didn't eat all day! Do I really have to message Levi right now? You know he always gets pissed when you act like this.’’

When Hange noticed you at the door she took the opportunity and sprinted to the lab leaving a stressed Moblit behind who was still holding a pizza slice in his right hand staring at you in disbelief . Poor man. You placed your work on Hange’s desk and eyed Moblit and then the pizza. You smiled like a cunning, old, hungry dog.

’’I’ll call The Captain for you if you give me two slices of that pizza. Deal?’’ Moblit sighed. ’’Deal.’’

So there you were now, walking out of the building towards your car, while happily munching on your pizza slice. You planned on eating the other one at home, later, if you’d get hungry while working late. You entered your car and threw your stuff on the passenger seat. You started the engine and drove home while listening to the radio. Weirdly enough there was a radio podcast about astrology. You found it weird because this type of podcast would usually be broadcast in the morning. When you heard your zodiac sign being mentioned you couldn’t help but pay a little attention. You were curious afterall and maybe some luck was ahead of you. ’You never know.’

’’As I said John, the (your zodiac) sign should really be careful about what they say and do...The ruler of divine punishment, Jupiter seems to have entered a rare conjunction. The past is catching up to them and it looks like they can’t run away from certain confrontations anymore. It could be with someone else or maybe with themselves. Also, it would be especially good to avoid Fire Signs around this time for (your zodiac), as all three, Aries, Leo and Sagittarius are chaos bringers in this Jupiter conjunction. So you heard me? Don’t try to dig into anything too much these days...You might just bury yourself.’’

You started laughing.

’’Pfft, yeah right... What a load of crap.’’ you said displeased as you turn off the radio.

You finally reach home. After you park and lock your car you enter your apartment building and as always you take the elevator, too lazy to drag your tired body on the stairs. You only think about soaking yourself in a warm bath as soon as possible. You might even use the new bubble bath stuff you got last week. ’Yeah, I think I will do just that. My body aches everywhere anyway, I need some relaxation.’

So immediately after you unlocked your door, you dropped your stuff, and went straight to the bathroom to turn on the warm water. Hell, you might’ve even skipped on the way as you were so happy to finally just have a moment of forgetting everything about anything and just indulge in the warmth and the nice smell of a warm bath.

So happy that you didn’t even bother to turn on the light in the living room.

Because if you did, you would have noticed Eren Yeager, sitting on your couch with a gun by his side.

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You looked at Eren. You looked at the gun. You looked at the gun. You looked at Eren.

There were many things you wanted to say in that moment but strangely enough a rather unusual question was bothering you more than anything.

’’You never mentioned your birthday,’’ you said not believing you were actually asking this out of all things, ’’not that you forgot to mention things like your name or the fact that you’re right now, probably the most wanted criminal in the...world ...ha ha ....but who keeps track, am I right?’’ you laughed nervously.

’’My birthday..?’’ he asked while watching you suspiciously but calm at the same time. ’’Why?’’

You kept your distance. Your position was stiff and you couldn’t help but be surprised that he was right in front of you. In your house ...again...in less than 24h. Why in Isayama’s name was he here?

’’Nothing important really...Just something silly.’’ again, you let out a nervous laugh. You were in trouble and you didn’t have your fucking gun on you and your phone was in the bag.

Eren let out a sigh and shook his head.

’’Hm, shouldn’t you, miss profiler, know that about me already?’’ He placed his hands behind his head and leaned deeper on one of the back pillows. His position was relaxed but something told you to not risk going for the gun. It might even be a trap anyway.

’’March, 30.’’ he surprisingly answered after a short silence.

‘March...Weren’t Pisces in March? Nah, this man ain’t no Pisces...Too unhinged...What’s next...Oh.’ you closed your eyes in frustration, ’... Aries.’

’’Great, freaking Fire Sign. Of course you are.'’

You weren’t sure if you should listen to that type of radio podcast more often or

never again.

when you find out your signs are not the greatest match ever

#eren x reader #eren jaeger #attack on titan #levi ackerman #levi ackerman x reader #shingeki no kyoujin imagine #jean kirstein #armin arlert #mikasa ackerman #connie springer #sasha braus #hange zoe

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hopelikethemoon · 4 years

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a night out (Javier x Reader) [smut]

Title: a night out Rating: explicit Warnings: mild angst, smut (oral sex f receiving, non-explicit sex), fluff, Daddy!Javi Summary: A year later, Reader and Javier go out to dinner with the Murphys and their friends. Notes: Set in 1994. Part six of maybe today, maybe forever. If you don’t like this, don’t let me know. I didn’t really feel that secure with this little ficlet, but I’m posting it anyways.

“So how did you guys meet?” Tracy asked as she held onto the straw in her fruity cocktail and sucked at it, looking between you and Javier. To her left, her husband Jeff was wedged into the booth beside her, peering over his thick-rimmed glasses.

They were friends with Steve and Connie — mostly Connie, since Tracy and her worked the same shifts at the hospital. But so far Steve and Connie were running late for dinner, which meant painfully tense conversation with a couple that were a little too “Florida” for you and Javi.

“Work.” Javier answered shortly, lifting his bottle of beer and taking a sip. You glanced at him, smirking when you saw the way his eyes were scanning the front of the restaurant — glorified Tiki Bar — for any signs of the Murphys.

Jeff snapped his fingers, “That’s right you worked with Steve in Columbia.” He turned to his wife, “Sweetie, Javier and Steve took down Pablo Escobar.” The way he said ‘Javier’ was really starting to grate on your nerves.

Javier’s beer bottle clinked against the top of the table with a little more effort, brows furrowed. “It wasn’t just Steve and me—”

“I was there too.” You asserted, giving Javier’s thigh a squeeze beneath the table. “I think we’re both glad to be out though.”

Javier nodded, reaching beneath the table to give your hand a squeeze. “It feels good to be back in the states.”

You curled your fingers around your beer bottle and took a swig, rolling your wrist to slosh the beer around inside the bottle. “I think Florida’s heat could almost rival Bogotá.”

Javi nodded, glancing towards the door again. “So what do you do, Jeff?”

Jeff sat up straighter, adjusting his glasses. “I work at NASA. Been there for about a decade now. It’s an absolute honor.”

“Cool shit,” Javi hummed. “We took Josie to watch the Columbia launch back in March. I’ve never been bitten by so many goddamn mosqu-“ He shifted, leaning out of the booth to wave at Steve as he and Connie entered the bar.

Finally.

The six of you settled into the round booth, ordering another round of drinks and — at Jeff’s insisting — a basket of gator bites for the table.

“So what did you do at the DEA?” Jeff questioned you, wagging a finger in your direction. “Secretary? Typist?”

Connie leaned close to you and whispered, “Sexist.” She masked it well, coughing politely.

“I worked with Javi and Steve.” You corrected, “Field agent.”

“Oh wow!” Tracy gawked. “That must’ve been so dangerous.”

“I got shot twice.” You said flatly, leaning into Javi as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders. “I lived it though.”

Steve took a drink of his beer before he added, “She was a damn good agent. Kept us in line, well mostly kept Javi in line. I never got into trouble.”

You rolled your eyes, “That’s because you’re not a dumbass like Javier.”

“Baby.” Javier drawled out with a laugh, squeezing your shoulder.

“How old is your daughter?” Tracy questioned.

“She turned one last month.” Javier answered, reaching into his back pocket to pull out his wallet. Inside he had a whole fold out plastic sleeve of pictures of her. “That one,” He pointed at the most recent photo. “My pops came over from Texas to celebrate.” It was a picture of the two men holding her hands as they helped her up over a curb. “Never did crawl, rolled right over and started running.”

“That’s because every chance you got, you were trying to teach her how to walk.” You nudged him the ribs. “She’s got him wrapped around her finger.”

“Wasn’t her first word daddy?” Steve questioned.

“How could it be anything else?” You laughed, pressing a kiss to Javi’s cheek. “She’s your biggest fan.”

Steve gestured at you with his beer bottle, “Have you decided if we get to be her godparents? Seeing as I’m basically the reason she even exists.”

“Fuck off, Murphy.” Javi quipped as he took a drink.

“Steve.” Connie chastised.

“What? It’s the truth.” He shrugged.

“This sounds like a story.” Jeff said with a jovial laugh.

Javi flipped Steve off, “It’s not much of a story.” He ran his hand over your back, flashing you a charming grin. “Steve leaving was the kick in the ass I needed to realize how I felt.”

“Oh, is that the story you’re sticking with?” Steve teased and you quickly interrupted before Javi had the chance to ring his neck.

“These gator bites were better than I expected,” You remarked, gesturing to the half-eaten basket of food. “They taste like chicken.”

Javi squeezed your shoulder. “The sauce was good.” He finished off his beer and sat it down, looking around for the waitress. She was very attentive every time Javier called her to the table, which you weren’t the least bit surprised by.

“So,” Jeff started, trying to keep the conversation alive while the table waited for the entrees. “What are you doing now that you’re out of the DEA?”

“I’ve been working at the local PD off and on.” You answered with a shrug, popping another gator bite into your mouth, wiping your fingers off on the napkin your beer had been sat on. “Consulting, mostly. There’s a pretty big drug scene in Miami, so I’m lending my knowledge.”

Javier’s hand found yours beneath the table, his fingers curling around yours. He took another swig of beer before answering, “I’m in talks with the DEA. They’ve got an office down the road from our condos, but I haven’t made my mind up.”

Steve clicked his tongue against his teeth, “I’m sure they’re ready to welcome you back with open arms.”

He clenched his jaw, which prompted you to squeeze his hand under the table. “I’m sure they’re chomping at the bit.”

The conversation didn’t make it much further than that, with the waitress bringing the food over.

“And I brought you some more of the sriracha sauce,” The waitress told Javi with a grin and a too-obvious flutter of her lashes. “I heard you say that you liked it.”

Javier seemed absolutely oblivious, however. “Uh, thanks.” He looked at the little container of sauce, giving you a sideways look. “What the hell am I supposed to do with this? Put it on my burger?” He questioned you.

You couldn’t help but laugh, nudging him in the ribs. “She was flirting with you.” You plucked the sauce off his plate, sitting in your basket of fried shrimp. “But I can use it.”

His brows furrowed together as he looked at you, head cocked to the side. “That would explain the prompt service.”

“The only reason I got a refill was because you waved her down,” Connie remarked with a laugh.

“I’ve got to say it,” Steve started, shoving a fry into his mouth before using another to gesture between you and Javier. “I didn’t think I’d live to see the day that Javier wouldn’t catch on that some chick was hitting on him.”

Javier flipped Steve off as he bit into his burger.

Jeff cleared his throat, “So what was Columbia like? We considered going there for our honeymoon, but went to Paris instead.”

Your brows shot upwards and you tried hard to resist the urge to laugh. That, right there, summed up the two WASPS that the Murphys had invited to dinner. There was no chance in hell that they’d considered Columbia for their honeymoon.

Steve shoved another fry into his mouth, “Hot as shit.”

You nodded in agreement, “Almost as hot as Florida. Not quite as sticky.”

“We had fun though, didn’t we Javi?” Steve peered around you and Connie to look at Javi. “Looking forward to getting back at it.”

“Yeah.” Javier seemed tense beside you and you arched a curious brow at him. He’d only finished half of his burger and didn’t seem particularly keen to finish it.

“You good?” You whispered, giving his knee a squeeze beneath the table.

He gave a short nod of his head, sighing heavily. “Anyone got a light?”

Jeff, of course, produced one — passing it across the table. Javier snatched it from him and slid out of the booth promptly.

“I thought he stopp—” Connie started.

“He did.” You slid out after him. In fact, you knew he didn’t even have a cigarette on him.

“Gotta make sure that waitress doesn’t follow after him. Right?” Jeff remarked to the table and only Tracy laughed as you left.

You followed Javier out the backdoor of the bar to a patio area that was used for shitty outdoor seating during the summer. They’d gone a little heavy-handed with the tiki theme, but that was over half of the bars in Florida.

“Don’t worry,” Javier remarked as he turned around to face you, hands on his hips. “I’m not smoking. I just needed some goddamn air.”

“Columbia?” You questioned, folding your arms across your chest as you approached him.

“I fucking hate talking about it.” He flexed his jaw, staring down at the ground.

“I know.” You stopped in front of him, reaching up to brush your fingers over his jaw. “Steve means well.”

Javier sighed, turning his face so he could kiss your palm. “Yeah, he does. I don’t know how to tell him that I don’t want back in.”

“You just tell him that.”

“It’s not that easy, baby.” He reached out and rested a hand on your waist, squeezing gently. “I know he wants us to be partners again. Just like old times.” Javi shook his head. “So much shit happened in Columbia that I’m not proud of.”

You nodded your head understandingly. “You’re going to have to tell him.”

“I know.” Javier dragged his fingers through his hair, shaking his head slowly. “Shit.”

“It doesn’t have to be a hard no.” You suggested gently. “Maybe in a couple of months you’ll decide you do want back in.” You traced your fingertips along his jaw, scratching lightly at the scruff that had started to grow in there. “He knows how much you enjoy staying home with Josie.”

“I’m in a good place, you know?” Javier questioned you, his teeth digging into his bottom lip as he glanced away. “The DEA expects so much out of a person.” He let out an incredulous chuckle. “Went down there for that meeting and they were going on and on about my record. How I’d do anything for the case down there.” He looked back at you then. “I’ve got you and Josie to worry about now. I don’t want to sell my soul just to bag another drug lord.”

You reached out and took his hand into yours as you stepped closer to him. “It’s a shame the sitter just paged us.” You suggested with a faint smirk on your lips.

Javier glanced down at the pager on his hip before his eyes slowly lifted to meet yours again, a brow arching upwards curiously. “We’ve still got to pay Melissa if we go back early.”

“I didn’t say we were going home.”

He brushed a lock of hair behind your ear, grinning down at you. “Goddamn, I love you.”

You leaned up and kissed him, your fingers curling around the back of his neck as you let it linger longer than necessary.

“Everything alright out here?”

It was the waitress. Of course it was the waitress.

“We’re good,” You answered, looping your arm around Javier’s waist.

“Smoke break.” Javier added, flicking the zippo on for show. “Ready to go back in?” He glanced down at you.

“Yep.” You kept his hand in yours as you made your way back to the table. Steve looked a little paler than he had when you left, giving you and Javi a wary look like maybe Connie had told him off for pushing at the DEA thing. You’d already mentioned to Connie that you didn’t think Javier was ready to get back into the DEA — which you had hoped she’d relay back to Steve in that way wives (or partners) did to get the point across.

“Unfortunately,” Javier started as he pulled his wallet out of his back pocket. “Melissa’s having a hell of a time putting Miss Josie back to sleep after a nightmare.”

“Oh no!” Tracy said — like she actually cared. “That’s so terrible.”

“So, we’re going to head out.” You explained as Javier threw down money to cover your meals and the tip.

“Don’t forget your share of the gator bites.” Jeff reminded Javier and he glowered as he tossed another couple bucks down on the table.

Connie slid out of the booth and hugged you goodbye. “Are we good?”

You nodded as you pulled back. “It’ll be fine.”

She let out a breath of relief. “Thank God.”

“You know, Javi.” You shrugged.

Jeff dug around in his wallet for a business card, passing it to Javi with an offer to hang out and play golf someday soon. The business card ended up in the first trashcan you passed on the way back to the car.

“How the hell do the Murphys put up with them?” He lamented as he settled into the driver’s seat, shutting off the music just as some country singer started to croon.

You laughed, “I have no idea. Maybe Tracy’s cooler away from her husband.”

“Are you cooler away from me?” He questioned, one hand on the steering wheel on the other on your thigh. It still annoyed the shit out of you when he traced those little circles against your leg, but you never brought it up.

You considered the question for a moment, humming thoughtfully. “I don’t know. You’re not a pocket protector, so I don’t think your presence affects my coolness.”

Javier chuckled, glancing at you as he rolled up to the stop sign. “So, we’ve got about an hour to kill… What’d you have planned?”

Pushing your fingers through your hair, you looked out the window. “Think the ice cream place on the boardwalk is still open?”

Javier glanced at his wristwatch, “If we head over there now I think you’re in luck, baby.” He squeezed your leg and started in that direction.

“Needless to say,” You started, settling down onto the bench beside Javi, licking a drop of ice cream off your fingers as they curled around your cone. “I think we narrowly dodged a lifetime of Bunko weekends.”

“Bunko and golf.” He dramatically shuddered, nudging your leg with his. “Can you imagine me golfing?” He snorted.

You made a face, “I’d have to check to see if you were an alien.”

Javier clicked his tongue against his teeth, before sweeping his tongue over his ice cream. Which you watched, with rapt attention. “Was that waitress really flirting with me?”

You tilted your head back and laughed. “It was obnoxious.” You licked at your ice cream before adding, “After she seated us, her shirt got about four inches lower.”

“It didn’t even phase me.” He admitted with a shrug of his shoulders.

“Awww,” You said teasingly. “Javi, do you love me?”

“Shut up,” He rolled his eyes and slapped your leg playfully.

“If you make me drop my ice cream—“

“You’ll what?” He leaned over and licked your ice cream.

“Son of a bitch!”

Javier chuckled. “Such loving words.”

You started to offer him a bit of turn about, but he got you in the nose with his ice cream instead. “Jackass.” You groused, wiping your nose off.

He shrugged and laughed. “If the shoe fits.”

“You’re lucky you're handsome.” You said dryly. “Even though everyone makes it obvious.”

“As long as you think I’m handsome, I think I’m good.” Javier remarked, patting your leg. “This was nice.”

You nodded, “Much better than tiki bar chic.” Your eyes flickered towards his face, lingering on his lips. “I really hope Josie stays asleep when we get home.”

“Me too.” Javier’s fingers danced along your inner thigh through your jeans. He leaned over and pressed a quick kiss to your lips. “We’ve got to get the sitter more often.”

“For more than just nights out with Steve and Connie.” You scooted closer to him, resting your cheek on his shoulder. The sun had dipped below the horizon hours ago, but the constant ebb and flow of the ocean as it met the coast line could be heard through darkness.

Javier draped his arm over your shoulders, fingers curling around your shoulder and giving it three little squeezes. “Florida’s not so bad.” He remarked, scratching at his jaw as he stared out into the darkness beyond the boardwalk.

“It feels like home.” You mused.

“Anywhere with you and Josie feels like home, baby.” He kissed the top of your head.

——

You tiptoed down the hallway from Josie’s nursery, giving Javier a thumbs up as he stood outside of the bedroom. “Out cold, with her thumb still in her mouth.” You whispered, stopping in front of him, you breath a little shaky as you looked up at him.

“Good.” He brushed his fingertips over your forehead, pushing hair back behind your ears. Javier hooked his fingers into your belt loops, pulling you close as he leaned down to catch your lips.

You curled a hand around the back of his neck, your other hand working at the buttons of his shirt.

Javi groaned against your lips, walking backwards further into the bedroom. You managed to get the shirt unbuttoned, shoving it down his arms and abandoning it on the floor.

You nipped lightly on his bottom lip, moving forward until the backs of his legs hit the edge of the bed.

He reluctantly stopped kissing you, sitting back onto the bed as his eyes raked over you in the dim light of your bedroom, illuminated only by the bedside lamp.

You peeled off your shirt, tossing it aside as you stood between his legs.

“You are fucking gorgeous,” Javier drawled out as he leaned in to press a kiss a path down your stomach, his hands smoothing over your sides. He bit at the soft flesh of your stomach, his teeth scraping lightly before his tongue soothed over it. Heat pooled between your thighs and a moan escaped you as he slid one hand up to roughly palm at your breast through your bra.

Javier pulled you close, dragging down you onto the bed with him and you couldn’t help but giggle as he rolled you over, caging you beneath him. He covered your mouth, shushing you with a wry grin and you stuck your tongue out and licked his palm. You reached down to work at getting his pants off, but he caught your hand and pinned it to the bed above your head. “Javi.”

“I have plans.” He told you, dipping down to kiss you. “Keep your hands right there.” Javier started kissing down your throat as he unclasped the front of your bra, cupping your breasts.

You drew in a ragged breath as you kept your hands above your head, fingers grabbing at the blanket beneath you as he kept kissing lower and lower. He peeled off your jeans and underwear off — tossing them over the side of the bed.

His mouth descended upon your slick cunt, his tongue delving between your folds. It killed you to not be able to thread your fingers through his hair as he ate you out. You bit down on your bottom lip, trying not to cry out as he sucked lightly at your clit. The last thing you wanted was to accidentally wake Josie up — not when you were so close.

“Fuck.” You breathed out, ignoring his request as you reached down to grab at his hair. Your inner walls were already starting to pulse around nothing as he lavished you sensitive little bud with attention. You rolled your hips, desperate for more. He stopped abruptly.

Javier pulled back, his lips glistening with your arousal. “Didn’t I tell you to keep your hands above your head?”

“Javier.” You said sharply, tugging at his hair. “Don’t tease.”

He dipped down and pressed a kiss to each of your thighs, before he sat back on his knees. You leaned up on your elbows, chewing on your bottom lip as you watched him get off the bed to take off his jeans and boxers. You still had to marvel at the fact that Javier Peña was yours.

If someone had told you five years ago when you started in Columbia that you would end up the mother of Javier Peña’s daughter and become the woman who went to sleep beside him every night… you would have laughed your ass off. The very fact that he now seemed oblivious to the women flirting with him was even more hilarious. You had seen him in action at bars before, you knew exactly how he operated. But now he was all yours and he’d changed — on his own — for the better. Who knew fatherhood was what he’d needed to get his act together.

Javier kissed his way back up your body, hands gripping at your hips as he settled between your thighs. Your back arched as he slid into you — clenching around his cock. He grunted out something that sounded like your name, his face pressed into the crook of your neck. “So good, baby.”

You wrapped one leg around him, rolling your hips to urge him on. There was no real urgency in the way you moved or the languid way he thrust into you. It was the perfect way to close out the day.

——

Javier was already out of bed by the time you woke up — later than you usually did, but you were thankful for the few extra minutes of sleep. You grabbed your housecoat off the back of the door, heading into the kitchen to find him.

He was at the stove flipping pancakes as he hummed along to Fields of Gold as it played over the radio above the sink. Josie was contentedly sitting in her high chair, playing with the small pancake he’d already made for her, pretending to flip it with her plastic spatula. Always trying to be like daddy.

“Morning.” You said warmly as you wrapped your arms around his waist, pressing her cheek against the flat of his shoulder.

He squeezed your hand, “Morning, baby.” Javier turned in your arms, wrapping his own around you. “You sleep well?”

You nodded and grinned. “Did you?”

“Like a rock.” He kissed your forehead before turning his attention back to the pancakes. “Hungry?”

“Starving.” You answered, going over to scoop Josie out of her high chair. She giggled and babbled, mostly making sense in her attempt to tell you that daddy was making pancakes.

“You’re going to need a bath,” You told her, kissing her little palm. “You’re gonna be so sticky.”

“What can she say? She enjoys her food.” He remarked, popping his head over your shoulder — much to Josie’s amusement. “Someone was trying to escape her crib this morning.”

“Oh, Lord.” You made a face at your daughter. “Every day you’re just a new surprise, aren’t you?

“Da-da-daddy.” She clenched her hands in his direction

“Here.” You passed her off to him, “I’ll finish the pancakes.” You kissed his cheek as you stepped around him.

Javier showed Josie in kisses, before he carried her over to the table to sit on his lap while he drank his coffee. “I think I’m gonna call Steve today.”

“Yeah?” You glanced back at him with an arched brow.

“I’m just gonna tell him I’m not ready.” He answered, bouncing Josie on his knee. “Like you said. Maybe in a couple months I’ll want to get back in.” He rubbed at the side of his neck, shrugging. “Might take him out for drinks. Smooth things over.”

“Probably a good idea.” You agreed.

“No. That’s not for you.” Javier chuckled as he sat his coffee cup further out of Josie’s reach. “I know I was an a-s-s last night.” He told you, spelling out since Josie was there.

“I mean,” You shrugged a shoulder. “Steve was too. He was definitely baiting to get a rise out of you.”

Josie crawled her way back up Javi’s lap, nestling against his stomach with her cheek on his chest. He rubbed her back gently, playing with the soft dark curls at the nape of her neck. She had a head of hair not dissimilar from her father’s.

You shut off the stovetop, before carrying the plates of pancakes over to the table. “Just talk to him, I’m sure he’ll understand.”

“Talk?” Javier chuckled. “Now, you know we can’t do that.”

“Oh, right.” You laughed as you took Josie out of his arms, putting her back in her highchair. “You’ll just sit at a bar and grunt occasionally. It’ll solve everything.”

“Hey,” He started, gesturing towards Josie. “A lot can come out of a bar.

You rolled your eyes. “We did make it back to your apartment.”

Javier grinned at you, “I’m just saying.”

“You’re ridiculous.” You quipped, looking towards Josie as you cut a piece of pancake for her. “Daddy’s ridiculous, isn’t he? Can you say ridiculous?”

Josie beamed at you, “Redick-dick.”

You cringed. “Nope. We’re not going to say that.

Javier couldn’t help but laugh, “I mean, that’s pretty fuc-... freaking cute.”

You flipped him off behind Josie’s highchair. “You’re lucky I love you.”

He grinned at you.

#javier pena #javier pena x reader #pedro pascal x reader #javier pena smut

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boltwrites · 4 years

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BOLIN TREAT BOLIN TREAT BOLIN TREAT - 🌻

trick or treat!

by clicking read more you verify that you are at least 18 years old

13 - modern au - cute clothes

A/N: HEY 🌻 ANON HOW THE FUCK DID YOU DO THIS??? i did NOT pick this on purpose it was generated THAT’S A 1/50 CHANCE??? brb dying (also this isn’t that spicy i just figured that the mental imagery was uh... a bit much fjkwbnks)

one of your favorite things to do with your boyfriend - like most couples - is just to hang out together, both of you scrolling on your phones, cuddled up to one another as you just enjoyed existing together

and ever since you got tiktok a few months ago, you loved to show Bolin the content that would show up on your for you page. most of it was just dumb stuff - cute baby animals, a funny skit, a couple’s meme that was so “us” that you had to show him

however, as you scrolled, sent videos, and liked videos, your experience became more tailored to your interests

and, well -

“whatcha watching?” Bolin asked, one time, peeking over your shoulder. you practically jumped out of your skin. you had earbuds in and hadn’t even heard him walk in - still only in a towel from his shower. you all but screeched, and Bolin waved his hands wildly, trying to calm you? catch you? you didn’t know

“jesus christ Bo, you scared the shit out of me,” you gasped, hand over your heart. Bolin pouted at you, squinting his eyes. oh no, he was on to you. he knew you too well - he could tell you were trying to hide whatever it was you were watching

“no changing the subject! what was that?” he asked again, clearly interested. fine - you sighed, he had caught you

“it’s just a tiktok - i’ve been getting a bunch of, uh...”

“is he - ?” Bolin continued to watch, his eyebrows raising. you scratched your head as he blinked. a little blush growing on his cheeks. “oh.”

“yeah, apparently guys in maid costumes is pretty popular,” you tried to laugh it off, as if you hadn’t been imagining your boyfriend in one for the past week and a half. but you didn’t want to bring it up with him - Bolin wasn’t an eboy by any means

in fact, he probably fell more under the “sporty” genre of boys - he went to the gym multiple times a week, and while he didn’t wrestle anymore, he was on a club rugby team. you had met some of his teammates - they were all hypermasculine, and they were always picking on poor Bo, who liked fruity drinks and tiny animals

you didn’t think he would be interested in anything like that.

“and you like that? guys in maid costumes?” he asked you, returning your phone. you, not wanting to pressure him (or be judged by him - you two hadn’t been dating for very long and you didn’t want to mess it up) just shrugged, trying to be as noncommittal as possible

“i mean, it’s cute sometimes,” you relented

Bolin looked at you - opened his mouth, then closed it, still blushing, but unsure of what to say, so he just shrugged himself, running a hand through his damp hair. “i- yeah, sure!” he tried to be supportive, but you could tell that something was nagging at him, and your face fell. well, there was your answer - you’d probably never see your boyfriend in a maid outfit - or even a skirt, as you watched him throw on some old basketball shorts and one of the free shirts they handed out on campus all the time

it’s ok, you tried to assure yourself. you didn’t mind that Bolin wasn’t into it. what made him comfortable was the most important thing, and if he wasn’t confident in something, you would never want to force him to wear it.

so, that was that. you thought.

until you tried to surprise him at his apartment. you were going to bring him some of his favorite food, since you knew he had a huge exam the day before - but as you let yourself in (he never locked the door), you didn’t see him.

you shrugged, putting the food away in the fridge before you decided to look for him. you made your way to his room, knocking quietly, but not waiting before you stuck your head in

“Bo, are you-” your eyes widened

Bolin squealed, jumping probably a foot in the air. and when he did - he - the goddamn bell on a choker around his neck jingled. and the bells on the cuffs around his hands. and the bells on his fucking cat ears.

and the shirts on his little maid uniform flounced

your eyes had to be as big as saucers as Bolin almost fell flat on his ass

“Y/n! You didn’t say you were coming over!” Bolin’s voice wavered, cracking as he tried to chuckle through the clear embarrassment on his face. you tried to calm down - your own face heating up as you desperately tried not to check him out -

but how couldn’t you? he was wearing thigh highs and a short skirt, and you couldn’t stop looking at his legs. you cleared your throat, leaning heavily against the doorframe

“i - uh,” you tried to make words but none came out. “uh, fuck. you look nice.” you stumbled over the words as Bolin shifted awkwardly in his outfit - and he kicked a pretty big cardboard box. likely the box that all of this had come in

“you don’t have to say that,” Bolin tried to laugh, waving his hands - then stopping, when the bells jingled. “look, we can just - close the door, and i’ll take this off, and we’ll pretend it never happened! it’s fine!” his voice squeaked, and his poor blush was so red

but you shook your head, kind of violently. “no! i mean - if you want to, we can, but - i do think you look nice. really nice, Bo. i’m serious,” you stepped forward, wringing your hands as you tried very, very hard not to touch him

your words seemed to change his entire demeanor. his eyebrows raised and he stumbled over his words, stuttering before he finally spat out “really?”

you explained to him that - yeah, you thought he looked really nice, and you had actually wanted him to wear a maid costume for a while, but you thought he would say no and you didn’t want to pressure him -

he stopped you with a hand, and then his smile grew, and his confidence returned

“OK, good, because that was the idea, but i was gonna bring it up a little later and i didn’t want you to just walk in on me in a maid costume for no reason - obviously, that didn’t go to plan,” he gestured towards you, and you laughed.

“do you like it?” you asked, finally stepping behind him, as Bolin looked at himself in the mirror. he looked very cute, you had to admit. wherever he had gotten this from, it was pretty nice quality

“i think i need different thigh highs,” he complained, and as you looked down, you did noticed that they had migrated down below his knees. you chuckled

“your thunder thighs can’t be contained” you chuckled, kissing his cheek. “also i like the cat ears. nice touch.”

“thanks, i did research,” he grinned, with a little eyebrow waggle. you almost broke down laughing just at that

honestly, the maid outfit was really fun. you two did your favorite things together - you had your food (Bolin made sure to tuck himself a little napkin bib to make sure he didn’t get any food on his outfit) , watched some netflix, and hung out together on his bed, scrolling through social media.

you couldn’t keep your hands off of him, honestly - sitting on his lap, or with your head on his legs, your hands on his thighs

you also loved ringing the little bells on his neck and cat ears - he was so cute

and, maybe, just maybe, while you were laying together and scrolling through tiktok... you may have just casually watched a video about pegging for a little too long

who knows. maybe one day you’ll walk into his apartment and he’ll have a lovely strap all ready for you. he was, after all, a very attentive boyfriend.

#bolin x reader #asks #anon #🌻 anon #mine #trick or treat event 2020

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spencers-dria · 3 years

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The First of Many

Someone To Stay Ch. 10

Spencer Reid x fem reader

Content Warnings: *Mentions of alcohol/drinking

Y/N POV:

You roll over in bed to glance at your phone to see it's 11 AM. It feels nice to sleep in with no alarm. After putting on your glasses and slippers and finally dragging yourself out of bed, you stroll into the kitchen and pour a bowl of fruity pebbles. You put a music playlist on the TV to play in the background.

It has been almost a week since your talk with Spencer. As much as it hurt you to see him broken in that way, you felt honored that he trusts you enough to share that part of his life with you. Talking about trauma is never easy. You should know.

You think over some of the things you said to him. Spencer's entire job involves profiling people and reading every tone, every bit of body language. You are sure that he most likely noticed changes in you as you spoke about coping with trauma, but you're grateful he hadn't felt the need to prod you with questions. He had become your best friend here, but you aren't sure you're quite ready to bare the darkest parts of your soul to him.

Suddenly you hear a knock at your door, not caring if a neighbor or maintenance worker sees you in your pajamas, you stroll towards the door and swing it open. You rub your eyes under your glasses to make sure you're seeing correctly. Spencer is standing in your doorway, a sheepish smile on his face.

"Y/N I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to wake you up! I just assumed since it was 11..."

You wave, brushing off his comments. "Its fine, really. I actually wasn't asleep. I was eating a late breakfast though." You suddenly become very self-conscious, and its not just because you're in your pajamas. Spencer had seen you that way on the trip. You realize as you stand in your doorway that you're wearing a tank and tight fitting PJ shorts and your bear paw slippers. Your hair is a giant mess. You have no makeup on, which you usually relied on to conceal your less than perfect skin. You never really outgrew acne, even in your twenties. You were also in your glasses. Basically, you felt like a hot mess, somewhat like Princess Anna waking up on coronation day. Even though your movie nights had been casual, you always tried to be at least somewhat put together without looking like you tried too hard.

"Umm come in" You step aside as you cross your arms over your chest, your gaze staying on your feet.

"Sorry you had to see me like this. I thought maybe it was just apartment maintenance. I can go change real quick..."

A look of genuine confusion spreads across his features. "I don't understand. See you like what?"

You gesture to your entire body. "Like...this! I'm a complete mess, Spence." You try to keep your face down to conceal the redness growing on your cheeks.

Spencer shakes his head before letting out a small chuckle. You glance up, confused as to what about this he could possibly find funny. He better not be laughing at you, seeing as you are embarrassed enough as it is.

He shakes his head, smiling. "Silly girl."

Spencer reaches down and brushes a piece of hair behind your ear. "You always look pretty."

The voice of Mama Cass singing Dream a Little Dream of Me fills the air between the two of you. There's so much tension and you don't know where it came from. Usually you're really comfortable with Spencer. But you definitely feel butterflies in your stomach as the two of you lock eyes.

You definitely can't hide the blush heating up your face now. It seems like he is just now processing what he's said and done because his eyes widen as you see his face turn red as well. He lets out a cough, breaking eye contact and staring down at his shoes as he begins to fiddle with his hands. Your gaze lingers on his hands for just a moment before you turn on your heel and head back towards the kitchen table to finish your cereal.

Spencer follows you, hesitantly, leaning against the kitchen counter. There are a few moments of silence before he finally says "I was at a coffee shop just one block over. I had something to ask you so I thought I'd just stop by."

"Like I said before, you are always welcome Spencer. So what is your question?"

"It's probably stupid. You are more than welcome to say no. I probably would if I were you."

You laugh and roll your eyes. "Wow you're really selling me on this, keep going."

"Well... the team they uh, well sometimes they go out for drinks. If I don't go along they never let me hear the end of it. I usually end up sitting b-by myself while they all head to the dance floor. I j-just thought...I thought maybe you might..."

Spencer looks up, surprised to see you smiling and nodding enthusiastically.

"I'd love to. It's been a couple weeks since I've seen everyone. And honestly I could use a few drinks myself."

A toothy grin slowly grows on his face as he bites down on his bottom lip. He does this all the time but for some reason, today, you find your eyes staring at his lips a little too long after he's done this. Wow, he has really nice lips. Like reallyyy nice lips. How had you never noticed? I wonder if he's ever kissed anyone. He's in his thirties, surely he has. But he hasn't really spoken about past relationships. Then again neither had you.

You accidentally held your gaze on him while completely losing yourself in this train of thought. You are brought back to the present by Spencer calling your name. Your eyes quickly dart up to meet his as you realize just how far down the rabbit hole you had allowed your mind to go. You shake your head quickly, pushing these thoughts far away. It's hard enough to find a really great friend who will stick around that you can trust. You had no intention of screwing that up any time soon.

"Sorry! I'm really tired. I guess I just kind of zoned out there for a second." You quickly explain before returning to eating your bowl of cereal.

"Well I guess I should get going...I'll see you tonight?" Spencer starts to head toward the door.

"Wait! Why are you leaving?"

"Oh well I just though, well...I don't know. Are you saying you want to hang out?"

"You're my best friend here Spencer, of course I want to hang out!"

Before long the two of you had the Goblet of Fire ready to go on the TV with an array of snacks strewn across the coffee table. You noticed Spencer didn't sit on the far end of the couch this time. Instead, he sat almost on the middle. You decide to sit next to him, looking at him to make sure he's okay with it. He only gives you a smile, seemingly okay with this new arrangement.

By halfway through the movie, you had somehow ended up sharing one of your large fuzzy blankets and you had scooted close enough together that your head was on his shoulder. He hadn't said anything but you were fairly certain his breathing had changed as you'd done it.

The two of you had never been very touchy so you're not sure what had brought out this side of you today. Your thoughts start to wander again. Maybe it was the compliment he'd given you earlier. Spencer had never called you pretty, but hearing him say it gave you all kinds of nerves. You hadn't really thought about Spencer in that way. It's been years since you'd had a crush on anyone. You've forgotten what that even feels like. Surely that's not what this was. The two of you were just close. It's not like he'd ever be interested. He was a literal genius, an FBI agent, not to mention he was gorgeous. He could have any woman he wanted. Why are you even thinking about this! You don't like Spencer. Geez Y/N, get it together.

After the movie ends, you sit up and look at Spencer. "Do you need time to go home and get ready or will you be ready to leave from here?"

"Oh, I think I'm ready. I can leave and come back if you like?"

"That's silly. You can just wait here while I get ready, unless you have somewhere better to be" you jokingly raise your eyebrows and shove his shoulder. He fakes like he's been hurt, causing you to giggle. Ugh, why are you giggling? You sound like a lovesick schoolgirl.

You quickly stand up and head towards your bedroom before turning around to Spencer. "You are more than welcome to and food and drinks you find, and you can look through and find something on the TV if you'd like."

You take a quick shower and throw on a robe while you fix your hair and make up. You pull out a curling rod. You had a balayage done to your hair earlier that year, so curls really did look best, making the dark to blonde even more blended. As you look through your closet, you decide to pick an outfit that will give you a bit of a confidence boost. You pull on a spaghetti strap snug fitting maroon, velvet dress. It's a little lower cut than you usually wear, but it comes almost to your knees, keeping you from feeling like you've exposed too much skin. The back dipped fairly low, with the top half of your back covered in a piece of lace. After slipping into some strappy black sandals, you look in the mirror and admire the way it accentuates your curves. You'd been blessed with more booty than chest, so luckily you don't have to worry about showing an inappropriate amount of cleavage around Spencer's coworkers. Your legs also looked even more long and slender than usual. Yep, this was the perfect outfit.

You check your makeup in the mirror once more. Dark lipstick with smoky eye shadow and long lashes. You did this for yourself. You liked being able to feel a little bit sexy every once in awhile. You weren't dressing for anyone else. That is what you keep repeating in your head, and you will keep doing that until you believe it.

You take a deep breath to calm your nerves before stepping into the living room. Spencer is lying on the couch, reading through the book from your coffee table: Edgar Allen Poe's Complete Works. He's so entranced in the book, he doesn't notice you enter the room. Once he hears the clack of your heels across the floor he finally glances up and does a double take. Eyes wide, he opens his mouth to speak but just shuts it again. You can't help but think this was the reaction you had hoped for. Why were you dressing to impress Spencer? Maybe it's because he thought you were pretty when you were at your worst. You wondered what he would think when you put on your best. Based on the growing redness spreading from his face and down his neck, it's fair to say he liked what he saw. You could have sworn you hear him whisper a "wow" under his breath.

"I feel like I'm underdressed now." He finally speaks up.

"You look fine Spencer!"

"Fine? Fine can't compare with...with this!" He gestures to all of you.

You decide to play dumb. "I don't know what you're talking about. I just threw on a dress I thought would fit in with the atmosphere" You shrug. You want to tell him he looks more than fine. That he always looks fantastic, but you decide to keep this to yourself.

"There's nothing wrong with the way you're dressed, but if it bothers you that much I can help." You step forward and look him up and down, trying to figure out the best way to do this.

"You clearly know what you're doing," he laughs. "Go ahead."

"Ok first take off the sweater vest."

Spencer removes his black velvet-like blazer in order to remove a grey, patterned sweater vest. He's left in a dark purple button down with a matching tie, black slacks, and dress shoes.

You step closer and reach out to touch his tie, hesitating for a moment.

"May I?"

He nods for you to go ahead. You remove the tie and undo the top two buttons on his shirt. You then grab his blazer and help him to slip back into it. Lastly, you move your hand up to ruffle his hair a bit. You step back to take in the whole look.

"Well?" he asks.

You roll your tongue to the side of your mouth, biting on it as you try, very poorly, to hold back a smirk. You're impressed with your finished result.

He looks...hot. NO! Stop...nope. We're not going there. He's your best friend. That's all.

He must have noticed the way you've been eyeing him and the look on your face, because he is slowly turning a deep shade of red.

"See for yourself" you say as you lead him over toward a mirror.

After looking over his new appearance, he smiles. You can tell he feels confident like this. Confident Spencer is something you wish you saw more of. You're glad you could help him to see that he can be attractive. You wish he knew that he always has been.

"Come on pretty boy" you say, imitating Derek as you lead the two of you downstairs.

Luckily the bar is well within walking distance from your apartment. When you open the door to step outside the cool night air hits your skin, causing you to shiver a bit. You immediately feel a soft warmth enveloping your arms and shoulders. You look up to see Spencer wrapping his blazer around you. If any other guy had done this, you would certainly make assumptions, but Spencer was such a kind-hearted guy, you know he's only trying to be a gentleman. You give him a quick smile of appreciation as the two of you start to make your way to the bar.

When you finally walk through the doors, you make your way to a corner booth where you see some of Spencer's team...or your friends? You suppose they've really become your friends here. After greeting Penelope, Derek, and JJ each with a hug, you and Spencer walk up to the bar together to order drinks. Spencer orders water, which doesn't surprise you, but you've already decided that he needs a little help letting loose.

"Would you let me pick out a drink for you?" you ask, giving him your sweetest puppy dog eyes before he has a chance to shoot down the offer.

He sighs as though annoyed but his smile says other wise. "Fine, but go easy on me please."

"Two rum and cokes please, and make mine a double."

The two of you make your way back over to the rest of the group with your drinks. You listen to the four of them chat about some recent cases they've worked on. The topics don't bother you much, as you've always found that line of work intriguing. Since you're mostly listening, you finish your drink fairly quickly before Penelope speaks up.

"Enough work talk! I came to dance. Who's with me?"

Finishing your final sip, you slam the glass down on the table. You stand up to join her. "I'm in!"

JJ stands as well. "Alright, lets go, ladies!"

You hand Spencer back his blazer and look to him and Derek, waiting to see if they'll join.

"I'm feeling a little sore after that take down the other day. Maybe I'll join when I'm s a few more drinks in," Derek says.

"I'm okay for now." Spencer sees your hesitation when you realize he wont be joining. "Its okay though! Go and have fun." He gives a smile to let you know that he'll be fine. "Plus I have Morgan here to talk to for now."

"That's right, pretty boy!" Derek laughs as he throws his arm around Spencer, messing with his hair.

You laugh at the two as you turn to join the girls on the dance floor. You're grateful that those two have one another. Spencer is an only child and Derek seems to act in a big brother role. You know that it's good for him.

As you make your way to JJ and Penelope, the DJ is playing Now or Never by Tritonal. You are so grateful for a place that has good taste in music. EDM is just another one of many genres you enjoy. You and the girls are belting out the words together: "I'd rather have one night, than nothing foreveeerrr!"

As the beat builds you pick up your pace on the dance floor, giggling and dancing around with your friends. The beat finally drops and you're jumping and letting loose. You haven't had this much fun in a long time. Towards the end of the song, your gaze lands on Spencer. You notice Derek has left him to flirt with a girl over by the bar. He brought you along so he wouldn't be alone, and here you had left him. You make your way over to sit next to him after ordering two shots. You sit down next to him and slide his over towards him. He catches it as he raises his eyebrows at you.

"C'mon, you're gonna dance with us! I figure it will probably help if you drink to loosen up a bit first."

Spencer stares down at the shot in front of him, clearly questioning whether or not he should go along with this.

"You don't really have to, Spence. But I thought I'd at least try. I don't want you to have to be all alone over here. And I think you might actually have fun, if you gave it a chance. Plus, I can't dance at all! So you'll be fine as long as you stick with me."

This causes him to chuckle. He looks up at you. "Thanks, Y/N. I do appreciate it. I think everyone else has just kind of given up on asking me to join. But since you care enough to try I guess it's the least I can do."

"Woo! yes! Okay...bottoms up?" You look to him as the two of you clink your shots and down them in one quick motion. He seems to struggle a bit more after, since he doesn't do this often.

You hear Dirty Sexy Money comes on and your eyes light up with excitement. "Yes! This is a great song! Come on!" You grab his hand and lead him out to the dance floor.

You can tell Spencer is a bit unsure of himself still. You grab both of his hands and start to move him around, just trying to get him to loosen him. Both of you can't help but laugh. Neither of you are actually dancing well, just goofing off and having fun. Alcohol leaves you with more confidence than usual, so you're singing the song out loud, not caring who hears. You feel your confidence building even more. The problem with drinking is, you tend to get a bit flirty. This is usually directed at the nearest person, and it's usually the worst possible person. You begin to stop caring who's watching or how you're coming across. The song makes you feel sexy and you want to have fun.

Your dancing changes from silly to sexy as the chorus begins. You've got your hands in the air as you do body rolls. Your hips are swaying with the music. You're not sure how they got there, but before you know it your hands are wrapped around Spencer's neck. He looks so attractive to you right now. Your eyes stay locked on his as you sing the words of the song. You're feeling even more bold so you turn your back to him and grab his hands to place them on your sides. You shimmy down towards the ground and back up again. You feel him tighten his grip on you. You turn around to see a wide-eyed Spencer. His face is beet red and he's sweating despite not having danced much. You know that if this was bothering him, he would have walked away. The alcohol is keeping you from caring how this will affect your friendship afterwards. All you can think about is now. His words, his actions today, HE had made you feel confident and sexy. In this moment, you wanted him to know that. You're too buzzed and too busy taking in how good he looks to notice his eyes dart down to your lips, not so differently from what you had done earlier.

The thick tension in the air between you is quickly dispensed as the song changes. As Last Friday Night comes on, you pull Spencer over to the rest of the group on the dance floor, which now included Derek. The five of you end up singing and dancing around together, but you and Spencer can't help but stealing glances when the other isn't looking. Neither of you can forget what happened earlier. The other three share knowing looks.

As the night comes to a close, the group parts ways. Spencer opens the door for you as the two of you step outside to head back to your apartment. Most of the walk is made in silence. He passes his car outside your building and walks with you all the way back to your door. After unlocking it, you turn to him to say goodnight. Once again, your eyes land on his lips, one of his many wonderful features. You find yourself wishing you could kiss him, but your logic tells you this would not be a good idea at the moment. You are aware that your judgment is clouded. So instead, you pull him in for a hug. He buries his face in your shoulder as he whispers "Goodnight Y/N" next to your ear.

You rush inside and close the door before you have a chance to do anything you regret. After getting ready for bed, you are surprised to hear a small alert from your phone. It's a little late for anyone to be texting you. It's Spencer.

Spencer📱I had fun tonight. Thanks for making me try new things. :)

Y/N📱Me too! And good because I have a feeling that was a first of many haha

You fall into your bed, crawling under the covers. It feels comfier than usual, but you know it's because of how tired you are. You take in the feeling of the slick sheets against your skin and the warmth the blankets provide. You fall asleep with a smile on your face, remembering all the events of the night.

A/N: Thanks for reading this far! Y'all are awesome! Let me know what parts you like best!

Have a wonderful week loves 💖

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aaetherius · 3 years

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@shiningstages

Well, Amethyst thought this was as good a start as anything. Who knew their first real meeting would be close-ish to a holiday where she could show off her culinary prowess without worry? After all, as the big sister to four siblings and one chocolate-loving primal, she’s had her fair share of experience with chocolate making. Of course, even though she’s healed up quite a bit, she half-expected a soft scolding about pushing herself too hard by slaving away in one of the kitchens.

Of course, with Amethyst being Amethyst, she’d stubbornly brush the concern aside. Even though her movements are obviously a little slow, and okay yes doing so much did make her ache a little. But, nevertheless, the box of chocolates is still presented with a smile. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Lucifer. I made sure to make your box have each type of filling I used for the others; I even made a chart of which chocolates had what.”

A piece of paper is handed over soon afterwards, the same size as the box, with little boxes drawn on and each flavor written inside each little box. “Let me know which ones are your favorite, okay?” Because food was one of the best gifts she could give, but within reason of course.

Valentine’s Day || Always accepting (feel free to turn into threads)!

★ ☆ ✮ ✯ ―☼ ― ★ ☆ ✮ ✯

Concern makes itself evident upon his features when dips into one of the kitchens aboard the ship to add the finishes touches to the chocolates he’s been toiling over for the better part of the month after learning of Valentine’s Day from the crew, and he just so happens to see Amethyst inside. After everything she had endured, the last thing she should be doing right now was working on something. While her injuries may have begun to heal by now - some of them having quite possibly healed entirely - she certainly hasn’t fully recovered in such a brief period of time. And he couldn’t stop himself from worrying about her well-being given just how dangerously close she had come to losing her life, but much as he wanted to press he found himself unable to do so. This holiday brought with it a great sense of cheer and relief to many of the crew members, and he couldn’t bring himself to dampen the joyful atmosphere that had fallen over the Grandcypher or deny her the happiness that came from being able to take part in the various traditions mortals had invented in order to celebrate this day with their loved ones. So any words of protest are swallowed quickly as the wrinkles that had formed upon his porcelain-like features in his well-intended concern smoothed out once more and a smile was quick to slip upon his rosy lips. Ah, he really has no right to scold her in this situation when his own wings were still a tad bit sore as a result of his own reckless actions that day - their sheen still a bit dull compared to the typical pearly shimmer that had been present before. There are clumps of downy that remain uneven and tattered - some parts still having not grown back in yet, and a handful of his feathers still had traces of burns upon then. Thankfully, most of his plumes had been restored to their former glory thanks to Sandalphon’s power and Cagliostro’s skilled hands - after a thorough lecture from both of them, of course.

So, instead of asking her to rest his lips part with the intention of greeting her and asking how her wounds currently feel, but before the words can leave his mouth she’s addressing him instead - box of chocolates in her hand that is presented to him as she explains its contents. But surprise remains evident upon his features - bright eyes widening upon realizing that she had included a set for him in all of the baking she had done. His knowledge of the holiday was, admittedly, rather limited - he knew only what Lyria had told him as she had assisted him with perfecting that chocolates he had been making for Sandalphon, and - ah, now he wishes he would have made extras so he could have given her a few in exchange for thinking of him. But though he had many countless in his adventures leading up to today only one of the batches had turned out well enough to present to another, and she hardly deserved the many failures that had come before it. So, instead, he finds himself determined to return the gesture to her when he next has the chance before he accepts the box that’s been presented to him - handling it with great care to ensure the sweets inside weren’t tousled about or damaged in the exchange. She had worked so hard on them, the least he could do was treat them with the respect they surely deserved.

"Happy Valentine’s Day to you as well, Amethyst,” he offers, his voice maintaining its typically gentle and calm tone. “You have my gratitude for keeping me in mind on this day, and I will be certain to try every last one of them. I am afraid I must admit, though, that my own ventures into chocolate were not as fruitful as I had hoped. I pray you will forgive me for not having something to give you in return at the moment, though you have my word that I will repay when next I am able to.” He sounds nothing short of sincere when he speaks as he accepts the paper that is handed to him after the box, and there’s little doubt that he’s anything less than. It seems his understanding of the Holiday hadn’t been entirely accurate and he’ll have to rectify this with more research in the future so he doesn’t make such a blunder again. He might be taking this a bit too seriously, but it’s difficult not to when his grasp on the various traditions mortals have is limited to books and journals written by Astral explorers and the handful of mortal-researched documents that happened to be have once been stored amongst countless other books back in the various buildings that had composed Canaan. Thankfully, he’s already made chocolates once now so he’s confident he can do it again and will be able to return her gift in due time.

Her question; however, has him glancing downwards at the paper she had given him - a map of the chocolates and their fillings drawn upon it, each one a different flavor. And he has to admit that he wasn’t aware there were so many different flavors of sweets. Another thing that would require more research when he had a moment to spare. For, now; however, he will gladly accept her request, after all, she had been the one to give them to him. “Of course, I will be certain to inform you once I have had the chance to try all of them,” he answers with an enthusiastic nod - if anything, he’s now more eager to taste them than he had been before. The scent that wafts up from the box is rather pleasant, and reminds him of some of the more fruity blends of coffee he’s created in his various attempts to invent new brews to suit the preferences of the countless crew members aboard the ship. But he lifts his gaze after a moment, head tilting slightly to the side in thought - enough that locks of white tap softly against his jaw. “May I ask what flavors you prefer?” It’s an innocent enough question, but he prays she’ll give him an answer so he can ensure the chocolates he makes in return for the ones she’s given to him today will be just as full of thought and flavor as they are. And, if he knows what she prefers, he can be certain to piece together the perfect box (well, save for the fact that, for some reason, no matter how hard he tries or how much research he puts into a recipe, the things he cooks always seem to come out a bit...questionable - entirely unknown to him thanks to a certain archangel always grinning and bearing the godawful taste of his rather ominous creations).

#shiningstages #| ☩ Cradled within the gentle breeze ☩ (ask) |#| ☩ And once again the sky rises; sincere and melancholic ☩ (IC) |#| ☩ A faint dusting after sunset ☩ (verse: AU - Post) |#{ Thank you for sending this one as well! }#{ I would like offer both her and Diantha a brief prayer in preparation for white day gfehgjhdg }

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niall-is-my-dream · 5 years

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Power Over Me - Part Three

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So what started out as a one shot has ended up as a three part story. It has been one of my most successful pieces of writing, so thankyou to everyone for reading, liking and reblogging it. And thanks to @lizziespidiepridie for your help and advice.

Catch up below

https://niall-is-my-dream.tumblr.com/post/188083232033/power-over-me

Power Over Me by Dermot Kennedy

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=ooXGj4RGrLs

"So we'll hide away and never tell You decide if darkness knows you well That lesson of love, all that it was I need you to see

You've got that power over me, my my Everything I hold dear resides in those eyes You've got that power over me, my my The only one I know, the only one on my mind You've got that power over me"

After Niall left that night you completely lost your appetite, your microwave meal for one left in the fridge. You did however open your wine and drink most of the bottle while crying in your bed like the loser that you are.

You know you should've let him talk and explain, but the humiliation you felt by the way he had treated you was still in the front of your mind. It had always been like this, you hated the feeling of embarrassment. People looking at you and laughing, talking behind your back.

It was never something you dealt with well, always getting angry and frustrated at the feeling of looking stupid. And that's what it boiled down to with Niall. You gave in to your feelings and made that step from friends to more. Sleeping with your friends was not something you did, sleeping with just anyone wasn't your thing. You'd only slept with three people in your 25 years of life, two previous boyfriends and now Niall.

You didn't expect a full blown relationship with Niall, hell you didn't even expect much more than some fun if you were honest. What had hurt was that he had left and not bothered to call or message you. He was suppose to be your friend and you had hoped he could've at least had the awkward moment in the morning with you. You know where you laugh at the situation and vow not to tell your friends you've seen each other naked.

But no, he had just made no contact at all. Maybe you should've messaged him, but then you weren't the one to leave in the middle of the night were you?

The phone ringing on your work desk had pulled you from your daydream.

"Hello?"

"Hi Elizabeth, I've got someone on the line from Devine Catering Services who'd like to speak to you. Shall I transfer?" Nina asked.

Devine Catering Services?

Willie.

"Yes that's fine, Thank you Nina." You replied a smile spreading across your face. What was he up to?

The phone beeped and the call was put through.

"Hello Elizabeth Dixon speaking."

"Good Afternoon Miss Dixon, my name is Willie Devine from Devine Catering Services, I'd like to invite you for dinner at mine tonight. Wine included. Is this something that you might be interested in?" He asked in his poshest Irish voice.

Your heart warmed at his gesture, but you were worried about Niall being there.

"It will be just us, my business partner is not in the country at the moment." He added as if he could read your mind.

"Well Mr Devine, that does sound awfully tempting." You replied.

"Can I add that it will be your favourite Chinese cuisine on the menu and that cheap fruity wine that you love so much."

You laughed a little at his words.

"That has now convinced me that this could be a good proposition." You answered a huge smile on your face.

"Excellent, shall we say 7:30?"

"That sounds perfect Mr Devine."

"Excellent. See you tonight." He replied. "Have missed you."

"I've missed you to."

"Bye sweetheart."

"Bye."

Looking up from the phone, the flowers that Niall had sent you were still sitting at the end of your desk.

Torturing you.

You hadn't had the heart to get rid of them and didn't fancy trying to get them back to your flat via the tube. They really were beautiful, the roses that were closed when they had arrived Monday were open now it was Friday. It had been a slow and agonising week looking at them and trying to get over how you felt about Niall.

Hearing that he was out of the country was sitting heavy on your heart. You weren't speaking to each other for God sake so why did it matter that he hadn't let you know he was going away. It hurt because for about a year before this all happened Niall would always text you when he was going away. A quick text of something simple like, off to L.A. I'll be back in a month. Will miss you.

And now, no message had been sent. He'd gone away for who knows how long and it hurt that he had gone without saying goodbye, even if you didn't deserve that goodbye.

********

Sitting on the tube that evening on your way home, you decided that you were going to talk to Willie about what had happened with you and Niall. Since it had happened you hadn't spoken to anyone about it. Maybe that was the reason you were having such a hard time processing everything. Willie was sure to be protective over you both, but you knew he would be impartial and would be able to give you his honest opinion.

After getting in and taking a shower, you quickly changed into some jeans, tee and a hoodie before turning around and heading out the door again. Willie and Niall's place was only a 30 minute journey on foot and by tube. A trip you had done many times since they had lived in London together.

Pressing their buzzer, you heard Willie's voice and then heard the door click letting you know it was open. Their flat was on one of the highest levels so you jumped in the lift and made your way up. Willie greeted you at the door looking casual in jeans and a hoodie too, but you noticed he had his trainers on.

"Hi!" You said as you leaned in to hug him. "Are we going out?"

You gestured towards his trainers as he closed the door, but then something moved out the corner of your eye.

Niall.

He was stood in the doorway to the living room, wearing sweats and a t-shirt, his hair a mess, he looked as confused as you felt.

"Elizabeth?" He asked. "What are doing here?"

"I could say the same to you, someone told me you were away." You replied looking at Willie.

"Look, I don't know what the fuck has happened with you two, but honestly you need to sort it out." Willie said looking between you and Niall.

Both you and Niall had started to find the wooden flooring in their flat appealing and weren't acknowledging either of each other or Willie.

"Niall has spent all week hiding in the flat wallowing around like someone ran over his dog, I've had to tell him to shower everyday this week like he's a child. And you Elizabeth, you have been avoiding everyone's messages and calls for the last two weeks. I'm surprised you even agreed to come over here tonight."

"You agreed to come over here?" Niall asked.

"I thought you were away." You said answering him, but looking at Willie.

"Oh." Niall replied sounding hurt.

"So, I'm going out and I expect you two to sort this whole thing out. Ok?"

You nodded and assumed Niall was to.

"I'll be back in a few hours." Willie said, before going out the front door and leavIng you both stood in the hall way.

"Lying bastard lured me here on the promise of Chinese food and wine." You grumbled not looking at Niall.

"Well, we have that wine you like in the fridge and we can order in if you like?" Niall said, a sound of desperation in his voice.

"Ok."

"Ok?" He seemed surprised that you had agreed to stay and had not walked out the door behind Willie.

To be honest you were surprised your feet were rooted to the ground at this moment. But just one look at Niall as he had appeared from the living room had softened your mind right down. Niall was normally a well put together guy, even when he was just chilling at home. However tonight, the stress of the last few days was clear on his face. He had dark circles under his eyes, his hair was everywhere and his clothes creased.

You could see him trying to straighten out his hair and clothes before he disappeared into the living room, he appeared seconds later with his phone.

"Um, what shall I order?" He asked you, and you could sense the nervousness from him.

You were suddenly incredibly ashamed of your behaviour. He was in this state because you hadn't listen to him when he tried to explain to you numerous times. As hurt as you were, you still should've been an adult about it and listened to him. But the almost grief like state you'd been in had left you unable to make decisions other than being defensive.

"I'm sorry for not listening to you." You blurted out.

His head quickly looked up from his phone, your eyes meeting for just the second time since you'd arrived. But you didn't hastily look away this time. You made yourself look at him, really look at him.

"No, I'm sorry for being an arsehole. I'm just.......I'm not good at this stuff."

"I just don't understand Niall, we were friends and you came onto me and then just.......just left me. I felt humiliated that you had used me."

"I didn't use you......I did want you.......I do want you. Fuck...." He said as he ran his fingers through his hair in frustration. "I can't believe you felt humiliated because I'm such a coward."

"You deliberately flirted with some girl in front of me in the pub after ignoring me for a month. Then had the cheek to tell me you were trying to make me jealous. Do you realise how fucked up that is and how hurt I am?!"

It felt good to be telling him off for his behaviour, his face showed he was remorseful for his actions but it still didn't explain why he had done it. You had wanted to be calm, but you were still so hurt, standing in front of him made it all so real. Avoiding him this week had seemed like a good idea to help you move on from him, but now you were thinking you should've just listened to his sorry excuses to get closure sooner.

"You could've gone home with anyone that night but no you picked me, someone who was your friend and you just chose to fuck me and leave me!" You added, your voice finally raising and letting out your anger and frustration.

"I didn't want to go home with anyone else. I wanted to go home with you, you're the one who I can't stop thinking about." He said his voice rising to.

"Don't give me that crap." You shouted back. "Sobering up and realising what you had done, you just fled and then didn't contact me. Do you know shitty I felt waking up on my own?"

"I was fucking scared ok?! Scared."

"Scared? Scared of what exactly?!"

"Scared that we'd taken that step, crossed that line that I said I wouldn't do with you."

"We? You kissed me?! I've spent the last four years keeping my feelings locked up and you saw my weakness that night and took advantage of it!"

Both of you were breathing heavy now from where you'd raised your voices at each other. God knows what Niall's neighbours could hear from where you were standing in his hall way.

"Woah, I did not take advantage of you, you consented. And what the hell do you mean you've kept your feelings locked up for four years?"

"For God's sake Niall I didn't mean taken advantage like that, I've known you long enough to know you'd never do anything like that. I meant, that you know I've got feeling for you, everyone fucking does. And you used that knowledge to get laid." You said a bit more calmly.

"Is that what ya think I did? Used you for sex?"

"Yeah, well you clearly don't want me for anything else do you?! And I'm hardly your type am I?! Plus you legged it before I woke up." You scoffed.

"Do ya really think that little of me?! Cheers!"

"Don't give me that shit Niall. In the six years I've known you, you have only dated and slept with pretty models, actresses and singers. I work in recruitment, I hardly fit the bill of someone you'd be interested in."

"Well I am interested and I have been for nearly a year!"

Your eyes widened in shock.

"Yeah, you heard me. I've been trying to decide if I should ask you out, make this more." He said gesturing between you both. "But I've chickened out everytime, not wanting to ruin our friendship. But that night I just couldn't stop myself, fuck you looked so beautiful. I'd gone to kiss you about five times before I finally did. Shit, I didn't even think you were going to kiss me back. Thought I'd read the signals wrong, but you did kiss me back. When everyone came back to the table after dancing, I wanted to kiss you again but I knew they'd make it out to be such a big deal and I was nervous and scared."

OK, you had not expected him to say that.

You had so many questions you wanted to ask him, you didn't know where to start.

"Do you remember last Halloween in L.A.?" He asked you.

You nodded, you did remember, it was almost a year ago, Niall had invited you, Willie, Deo and a few others to his for a week. He'd got a week off in between tour ending and writing sessions starting and was going to have a Halloween party with a load of friends. It had been 1am when you'd all stripped and canon balled into the pool in your underwear. You'd had a great week spending time together, he was wiped out after tour and needed the time with his friends to recharge.

"It was then that I realised how I felt. I was happy that everyone was coming over to visit for a week, but in reality it was you I desperately wanted to see. I'd been texting you almost every day for a few weeks by this point and it hit me that I wished it was just you coming to stay."

"Oh." Was all you managed to say.

"I can even begin to express how sorry I am that I left and you woke up alone. I have no idea what I was thinking, I regret that every day. And then day after day went by and it just got harder to message you. I thought if you got jealous of me talking to that girl then maybe I was still in with a chance with you. I didn't mean for it to humiliate or upset you like that. I knew straight away that I'd fucked it up for good."

You were both silent then, the enormity of his words sinking in. His eyes were glassy, as were yours, and you let a tear flow down your cheek. He made it over to you in just a few large steps cupping your face and wiping away the tear with his thumb.

"Please can you forgive me? I want to cross that line with you and be more than friends." He asked you as he rested his forehead against yours, your eyes closed.

You began to nod your head softly, his hands still cupping your cheeks. Tilting your head your lips found his and you kissed him gently. Moving your hands up, you twisted the fabric of his t-shirt in your fists. His mouth continued moving against yours in a slow pace that left you silently begging for more. Niall guided you a few steps to his left and your back hit the hallway wall. His hands moved down towards your side as yours moved up to twist in his hair. You loved the way he moaned against your lips when your pulled a little on his locks.

Pulling away breathless you could feel Niall tugging on hem of your hoodie, raising your arms up he lifted it over your head. His lips were back on yours straight away, you loved the feel of the light pressure as he let his body melt against yours. When his mouth explored your neck and he ground his hips against you, a low moan came tumbling out of your mouth as your body reacted to his. A warm heat of excitement gliding up your spine.

"I said to myself, if you ever forgave me that I'd take it slow with you. Wine you and dine you on a first date before we did anything more again." He whispered against your neck causing goosebumps on your skin.

"If you stop what you're doing right now I'll never forgive you." You replied, your back arching off the wall as he teased you.

You heard him chuckle lightly at your answer and he didn't stop what he was doing.

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Longest Night (27) Grooming

Marinette had thought Highschool had been hard. Right now, in this moment, she'd give anything to go back to those petty arguments and gossip fueled drama. But she couldn't. Instead, she and Adrien were trapped here, being punished, humiliated, tortured, for being heroes, all broadcasted for the world to see. At least she and her kitty were in this together. For now. Whump!Fic

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Let’s take breath, shall we?

—

Paris was a city trapped in time. The rain blurred the past from the future, the happy and the sad, the night and the day. Erik Satie tried to emulate this effect with his Gymnopedie, and the impressionist painters worked with soft edges to create an atmosphere of calming mystery.

Here, on the sidewalk somewhere in Montparnasse, Adrien and Marinette, or rather, Grimalkin and Lady Lacrima, stood in the haze, freedom and imprisonment blurring lines. They were out, Salo was dead…

But it didn’t really feel real.

Lady Lacrima stood back and looked to her partner.

His eyes were dilated, a small smile on his lips. He ever so gently reached up and brushed her bangs out of her face.

Returning his smile, she took his hand and interlaced their fingers. Then they started to walk.

It was too wet to take to the rooftops, and in this weather, no one was out. Still, as they walked, they passed big picture windows. Businesses closed for the night, cafés dimmed with candlelight, people in their own little bubbles, completely unaware of the monsters stalking outside.

They walked passed a salon, empty, save for a woman with a blonde bun sweeping. The lights were warm, and the atmosphere looked friendly and inviting. There was a tv on the wall, with Nadja on the screen. She was reporting on them. A screen capture of their final words to the camera shown on a small screen next to her. Lady Lacrima couldn’t hear what was being said, but by the grave look on Nadja’s face, it wasn’t good.

Without much thought, Lady Lacrima pushed on the door, and went inside.

The air smelled of chemicals, of hairspray and dye. But also fruity and clean. Soft music played as the woman worked.

“Just a second!” Called the woman, alerted by a bell at their entrance. She leaned the broom against the wall. “I’m so sorry, we’re about to close, but I can take you down for an appointment to—AHHH!” She spoke before turning around, but when she saw them in their appearance, she shrieked.

Neither of the akuma reacted to it, considering the amount of screams they had heard not so long ago.

Another woman with short black hair ran out of the back room at the scream and skittered to a stop at the sight of them. She looked like she was about to scream too, but held it back.

“We wanted out of the rain.” Explained Lady Lacrima, blankly.

The blonde woman snatched up the broom like a weapon, trembling in her limbs.

But the other woman relaxed ever so slightly, and took a few steps towards them. “Marinette? Honey, it’s me, Jillian. You remember right?”

“…Jillian?”

“That’s right. I cut your hair every few months. It’s alright.” She took another step towards her, but Grimalkin stood in between and hissed.

“Oh! And Adrien! We’ve…we’ve never met, but we’re all big fans of yours.” She pointed to a poster on the wall, an old ad with his face on it.

Grimalkin’s eye twitched, but he calmed down slightly.

Jillian looked to her coworker. “Kelly, put that thing down. We have guests.”

“Didn’t you just see the news?” Kelly whispered harshly. “They just murdered like ten people.”

“Fourteen.” Lady Lacrima clarified. “We killed fourteen people.”

“See!?”

Jillian took a shaky breath. “Look…I’m not…I’m not sure what we should do in this scenario.”

“We should call the police!” Shouted Kelly.

Grimalkin snarled, getting on edge again.

Jillian hushed her. “Would you calm down a second?”

“No!”

“They’ve been through a lot of trauma, okay? I’m not going to pretend like those people didn’t deserve it—“

“Oh they definitely did!” Kelly agreed. “I’m just saying—“

“Look at them Kelly.” Jillian gestured. “They’re tired, dirty, and hurt. I’m sure there’s going to be a whirlwind of police and hospitals and…whatever. Let’s just…give them a few minutes out of the rain, okay? Where they can breathe and…I don’t know, relax?”

Marinette frowned to herself. Relax? What did that mean anymore?

“Marinette honey,” Jillian said walking closer. “Your hair is disgusting.” She chuckled.

That was something Lady Lacrima couldn’t argue with, and she twitched her lip in a smile.

“Can I wash your hair? Give you a trim? It might make you feel better.”

Feel better. That’s all they wanted. They wanted all this rage and pain and hurt to go away.

She nodded stiltedly.

Kelly seemed to come to grips with what they were doing and smiled a little more at Grimalkin. “And what about you Adrien? Would you like your hair washed? I know cats don’t really like water…” She chuckled.

The joke made Grimalkin’s eyes dilate and his ears perk up. He looked to his lady, asking her to answer.

She met his gaze, translating his look. “As long as he can keep an eye on me.”

“Of course! We’ll put you right next to each other, and you can hold hands!” Jillian grinned. “C’mon, right here. Just settle in and relax.” She gestured to two chairs with sinks connected to the head rests.

Kelly walked over to the door. “I’m going to lock the door so no one comes in. You can still leave anytime you want, though.” Then she closed the blinds on the windows so no one would look in.

Both of the akuma sat down carefully, watching the hairdressers as they got their supplies ready.

“Now,” began Jillian, playing with Lady Lacrima’s hair. “I can see already that your tattoo has some infection on it. It’s not really bad, the first letter just has some blistering on it. I can apply some rubbing alcohol to help…but you really need to get to a hospital when you can.” She ran her thumb over it lightly, making Lady Lacrima wince. “For other reasons too, of course.”

Grimalkin heard her wince and sat up to growl at Jillian, but Lady Lacrima just squeezed his hand in reassurance. Hesitantly, he leaned back again.

Kelly came around to make eye contact with him. “Chat, your left ear is really infected, and the right may be so too. I can also put some rubbing alcohol on it, but it won’t really help. Don’t take out the earrings either, or else the holes will close with the infection still inside. I’ll try to be careful, but I might bump them while I wash your hair.”

Grimalkin frowned slightly, but gave a little nod in understanding.

Then they both heard the sinks turn on, and braced for cold water to splash them.

But it didn’t. Jillian and Kelly just sprayed their scalps with a warm, gentle stream. Then they started to massage shampoo into their long overdue hair.

“This shampoo is specially designed for thick blonde hair,” Kelly commented, carefully scrubbing days of oil out of his locks and making the color shine again. “It’s Diamond Oil from Redken. Your color has faded with your natural oils and lack of vitamins. This should make your hair feel nice and silky.”

A loud purr cut through the air as Grimalkin closed his eyes and enjoyed the ministrations.

Lady Lacrima sighed softly in return. “This feels nice.”

“Good, you deserve it. I’m sorry I can’t offer more.”

“This is fine.” She insisted. “We have some business to take care of after this. Then we’ll be getting proper treatment.”

“Oh good!” Chirped Kelly. “I was worried! Because akumas aren’t really…they don’t really give up on their own…”

“The suits that Hawkmoth have provided us act like exoskeletons. Our wounds are packed.”

“Still…” said Jillian. “Don’t let this business take you too long. A lot of people are worried about you both.”

Lady Lacrima rolled her eyes despite the sad tone she spoke with. “You mean my parents? They’re just about the only people that ever believed me. Everyone else thinks this whole thing was a hoax. No one even tried to save us.”

Jillian rinsed the shampoo, and then knelt at Lady Lacrima’s side and took her hand. “Marinette, a handful of gullible people believed it was a hoax. Everyone else in Paris, in France, the whole world even…we believed it was really happening. And people tried to find you…I’m sorry that they couldn’t.”

“Like who?” she challenged back.

“Like the police. At least four investigators were killed while looking for you.”

Lady Lacrima didn’t have an answer for that, and so she didn’t say anything.

“Rena Rouge, Carapace, and Queen Bee were also spotted a handful of times,” Kelly added. “But for a while, the police were saying you were in Germany.”

Rena Rouge.

That name sparked anger in Lady Lacrima.

Alya.

Her best friend.

Ex-best friend.

Who had turned her back when Marinette needed it the most, trusted a liar and left her in the dust. It was a petty high school squabble, one that most people would have forgotten and let go of, considering the circumstances.

But Marinette had a lot of time alone with her thoughts. A lot of time to stew in her hurt from her betrayal.

The Cesaire apartment wasn’t that far away. Alya would be first. A warm up.

Jillian spoke again. “You’re tensing up. I’m supposed to be helping you relax. I’m sorry. I’ll shut up.”

Yes, revenge would come, but this was now. And she wanted to feel better.

Jillian rinsed the conditioner. “You know, I’ve got this facial cleanser from Lancôme, would you like to try it?”

“Alright,” Said Lady Lacrima.

Jillian squirted some mousse onto her fingertips and gently began to massage the cleanser onto her face. “Smells nice, right?”

“Feels nice.”

The bubbles turned pink with the blood they picked up. But the black streaks under her eyes remained. Jillian passed the cleanser to Kelly so she could put some on Grimalkin’s face.

“There,” said Jillian as she dried off her hands. “Just relax for a minute and let the cleanser have a chance to get into your pores. We’ll be right here.”

At first it was relaxing, the month of grease being lifted from her skin as the bubbles tingled. But then the silence became maddening, and she became paranoid. And by the way Grimalkin squeezed her hand, he was too.

“Jillian? What are you doing?”

“I’m getting you some wine. Just a little. I don’t have any food unless you want a sucker.” She chuckled.

“And Kelly?”

“I’m just sweeping!” She called from the other side of the room.

Jillian came back over, and a wet washcloth delicately cleaned off the suds. She then placed a dry towel on her hair. “Alright, let’s get you into a chair.”

Kelly mirrored the action with Grimalkin, careful of his ears, both fake and real.

They moved over to a pair of barber chairs, positioned just a little too far away to hold hands.

Grimalkin whimpered.

“I’m right here, love.” Lady Lacrima said softly. “It’s alright.”

Jillian handed them both a glass of red wine, before getting to work tying a smock on their shoulders. Then they were both turned to face the mirrors.

In this lighting, the damage was even worse. This was the first glance they got to their akumatized forms.

“Is that me?” Lady Lacrima asked, distressed by how deranged she looked.

“You look pretty badass.” Said Kelly. “Don’t stress out about it. You don’t plan to be akumatized forever, right?”

“I…I guess not…”

Still, it was a jarring sight. She barely recognized herself.

“Marinette, I used a lot of conditioner, but your hair is still pretty tangled. This might hurt.”

“Okay.”

She could hear Grimalkin whimper again as Kelly started to pick through his tangled mess. She cooed over him. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

It didn’t last too long though. Soon, the teeth of the comb were gliding through her locks and dragging across her itchy scalp. Lady Lacrima sunk into her chair and exhaled loudly.

“Will it bother you if I use an electric razor?”

“Since you warned me, it should be alright. What about you kitty? Can you handle that?”

Grimalkin let out a relaxed sigh.

“He’s alright with it.”

So Jillian and Kelly got to work, trimming and evening out the hack job Salo had done.

“There. That’ll do for now.” Jillian took off the smock and brushed the loose hair from her neck. “Come see me again sometime. We’ll make sure to take good care of you.”

Lady Lacrima finished off her glass. “Thank you, Jillian. Kelly. Once we give up our akumas, I doubt we will remember this. But we do appreciate your hospitality.”

Kelly towel dried Grimalkin’s hair, fluffing it up. “There, now you look a little less threatening.”

With a smile, Lady Lacrima pet his head, eliciting a purr from deep in his chest.

Jillian let out a trembling exhale. “Alright. We won’t keep you any longer. We won’t tell a soul you were here. Do what you need to do and then get to a hospital. I beg you.”

Lady Lacrima gave a half smile. “We’ll do our best.” Then she took Grimalkin’s hand and led him out of the salon.

Once they were gone, Kelly fell into a chair. “That was the scariest thing I’ve ever done! Why did you let them stay?! Why didn’t you call the police!?”

Jillian also sat in a chair, swinging around to lean her arms on the back. “I was watching the stream on my break. I saw what they did. I saw…how they killed all those people. Part of me was worried that if we turned on them, they’d kill us too. But the other part of me was just worried about Marinette. I’ve been cutting her hair for…probably 15 years. I love her…and I just wanted to help.”

“Jill. You are too kind for your own good.”

“I try. Let’s clean up and head to the bar.”

“Sounds good to me!”

—

The rain continued, but it eased into a manageable drizzle. Now, people were starting to venture out onto the streets.

Lady Lacrima summoned a grappling hook with a steel cable, then tossed it up to the rooftops. “You ready, kitty cat?”

Grimalkin purred deviously, as he wrapped an arm around her waist.

Together, they launched into the air and landed on a familiar terrain of sloping roofs and terra cotta chimneys. Old friends greeted them. Pigeons and the wind.

Grimalkin sneezed.

“Gesundheit.”

He stood a little taller and looked her in the eye, asking her a question.

“You remember Alya, right?”

His lip twitched in a preempted snarl.

“After all this time, her actions still hurt me. Her home isn’t far from here…let’s take care of her first, before the others.”

Grimalkin’s eyes were wide and his ears back as he whimpered lowly.

“No darling, we’re not going to hurt her…just scare her. Shake her up a bit.”

He seemed much more receptive to that plan as he gestured her on, in a ‘ladies first’ sort of way.

The path to the Cesaire household was muscle memory. It was one of their landmarks for patrol in Montparnasse. The corner, top-floor apartment on a few story building.

They landed on the balcony outside Alya’s room. The windows were shut and locked. Peering inside, the room was dark and void of people.

“I don’t see her. She may not be home, or she might be in the living room.”

Grimalkin leapt to the next balcony over, pointing at the window cracked open.

“This is the twin’s room. We must be quiet.”

She opened the window slowly, and crawled inside. Both of the little girls were in their beds, sleeping peacefully. Grimalkin stepped in too, slinking in like a cat.

Unfortunately, the girl’s room was not as tidy as they had hoped, and Grimalkin’s first step on the floor landed on a doll.

Let it go! Let it go!

Grimalkin growled at the sound.

Ella stirred. “Mmm?”

The akumas froze, hoping the girl would go back to sleep.

But instead, she sat up and rubbed her eyes.

Lady Lacrima waited, crouching close to the ground to try to remain unseen.

But as Ella blinked to alertness, she noticed Grimalkin’s eyes, which glowed red in the dark.

She inhaled to scream, and Lady Lacrima leapt, pressing a hand on the girl’s mouth. “Sshhh…” she hushed, quietly.

A scream tore out from the other side of the room, where Etta had awakened.

“Shit,” Lady Lacrima swore under her breath.

There was no time to hide. Frantic steps ran to the room and the door swung open to reveal Nora.

“Who the hell—!?”

Grimalkin leapt at her, slammed her against the wall, and pressed his claws to her throat with a deep jungle cat growl.

But Nora was a fighter, and she didn’t take to being slammed around kindly. She slammed her fist into Grimalkin’s stomach, making him recoil.

In the chaos, Etta and Ella dove under a bed to hide.

“That’s enough, Nora.” Lady Lacrima demanded, summoning a machete. “We have no quarrel with you.”

“Like hell you don’t! You were trying to hurt my little sister!” She barked, ready to punch again.

Otis and Marlena came running after the shout, and stood in the doorway, horrified.

“You misunderstand. We’re looking for Alya.”

Nora’s face twisted slightly in confusion, then realization. “Beetle? Mr. Whiskers?”

Marlena stepped into the room. “Marinette? Is that you? How did you…? They said you were…you…” She sobbed and ran and hugged her. “We’ve all been so worried about you!”

The machete fell to the ground and disappeared.

Grimalkin growled, but didn’t attack.

Marlena pulled back. “Alya’s safe. Don’t worry.”

“Where? I need to talk to her!”

“You need to get to a hospital.”

“Tell me where Alya is!” Lady Lacrima screamed, startling the woman.

Nora rested a hand on her mother’s shoulder and pulled her back. “She’s an akuma mom, she’s dangerous.”

“Tell me where Alya is right now or I’ll force it out of you!” She trembled. Her wrath and her innate moral compass warred with each other, the urge to hurt becoming stronger and stronger.

“She’s at the Agreste Manor, with your parents,” Nora answered. “Mr. Agreste has the whole place on lockdown. There’s no way to get in unless he lets you in. And I doubt he will if you’re like this.”

Like this.

She said it like Lady Lacrima was a monster. Inhuman.

Maybe she was. Marinette had lost her humanity in the darkness. Only pieces of it remained.

Grimalkin paced the room, unsure what to do. No one was attacking, and his lady wasn’t giving any commands. It was easier not to think for himself. Just protect his lady, and do as she asks. That was all he had to do.

Lady Lacrima let out a strangled cry.

She just wanted to fix her hurt!

“Ladybug?” A little voice spoke.

Etta and Ella poked out from under the bed, looking at her with teary eyes.

“I…am not Ladybug. Not anymore.”

“Why not?” They asked.

She didn’t answer, just looked at them with some degree of disgust.

“They didn’t watch the stream.” Marlena explained. “We couldn’t bare to let them. Would you really like little kids watching that?”

Lady Lacrima hugged herself.

Grimalkin crouched, coming closer to the little girls.

“And you’re Chat Noir!” Etta chirped, touching his cat ears.

He shook his head, backing away.

Marlena took a different approach to diffuse the situation. “You two must be hungry, why don’t you come in and eat?”

Eat.

Lady Lacrima swallowed. She was hungry. So hungry!

Grimalkin’s stomach grumbled loudly.

Nora rolled her eyes and grabbed Lady Lacrima’s wrist. “Come on. That wasn’t a suggestion, it was a demand.”

Lady Lacrima pulled at the hand tugging her, instincts telling her that a firm grasp on the wrist meant pain, but her brain and her stomach felt otherwise. Everyone being so nice to them was throwing a wrench in their revenge plot.

Grimalkin was being led by the hand and tail by the twins.

In the light of the apartment, the Cesaire’s got a better look at them.

“Is that blood?” Ella asked, pointing to the red stains on Grimalkin’s suit.

He nodded.

“Cool.”

Marlena gestured to the couch. “Take a seat here. I’ll get something warmed up for you.”

So they sat, hunched, tense, and uncomfortable, no matter how soft and plush the cushions felt. Ella and Etta sat on the couch on either side of them, making the akuma scoot closer together.

Otis sat at the other end of the couch, and turned on the TV.

“…over a several hour period of absence, it was concluded that Marinette Dupain-Cheng actually escaped Salo and her men, though Adrien Agreste was left behind.” Nadja was on the screen, with a banner under her name that read, ’Breaking news: Ladybug and Chat Noir Escape Torture.’ “In the hours of her disappearance, Agreste was flogged near death. Then finally, after ten hours, Dupain-Cheng was brought back and was flogged as well.

“Then, in a stunning twist, Hawkmoth was the first to locate the heroes and come to their rescue, akumatizing them to aid in their own escape. They seem to go by the name ‘Lady Lacrima’ and ‘Grimalkin’. The cameras caught this chilling scene from the final broadcast on ‘make ladybug suffer dot com’. Please be advised, the footage is graphic, and not suitable for young audiences.”

The scene jumped to a recording of the torture chamber. Salo’s body laid on the floor in shadow, so the gore wasn’t completely seen. But Lady Lacrima and Grimalkin were still dripping red as they looked down at her. Butterfly masks appeared over their faces.

“No…Paris has gotten lazy with Ladybug and Chat Noir around. And in our absence, things have only gotten worse.” She paused. “And we’ll get it. But we have business to attend too. Thank you for the akuma, I’ll be taking it now. Goodbye.”

She turned to face the camera, with eyes that held no mercy. “I am Lady Lacrima. This is Grimalkin. We seek Justice, and Justice will be what we get.”

Grimalkin pounced at the camera, and the feed ended.

Nadja came back on the screen. “This scene took place one hour ago, and we are continuing our coverage as the story updates. It is not yet known if Ladybug and Chat Noir are still akumatized, or whether or not they are even in Paris. No sightings have yet to be reported.

“Fifteen minutes ago, Minster of Interior, Arthur Vanderguard, tweeted the following: ‘The reign of Salo is over. Thank you to the brave men and women who have put their lives on the line in the investigation of this case. We will not rest until Marinette and Adrien are home.’”

Lady Lacrima tilted her head in confusion. “Who is this Arthur Vanderguard?”

Otis answered, “The Minister of Interior is the government official in charge of homeland security. He’s like the boss of the chief of police and the Secret service. He’s been catching a lot of flack for your case.”

Lady Lacrima squinted her eyes, the name was familiar, but she couldn’t place it.

“Here we are!” Said Malena, placing a plate on the coffee table. “The soup is warming up, but I’ve got some fresh bread from your father, and these appetizers left over from a dinner at the hotel tonight. Honeycrisp apples with brie, wrapped in prosciutto, with a balsamic glaze.”

Lady Lacrima licked her lips. “…thank you.”

“Of course dear.”

“…has been criticized over the last month and a half since Ladybug and Chat Noir’s capture. Most notably for withdrawing troops from the investigation and allowing Edward Savauge to walk free.”

Lady Lacrima looked up at the screen and zeroed in on the story.

It was a previous recording, of Arthur Vandergaurd at a press conference. “Talking with M. Savauge, we have ruled out his involvement with Salo and the capture of Ladybug and Chat Noir. He has agreed to cooperate with us to find them, so that they can be rescued.”

“That press conference was held two weeks ago, and even now, Edward Savauge hasn’t even met with investigators. He most likely will not be holding up his end of the bargain.”

Lady Lacrima’s spoon clattered to the floor.

“During the course of the investigation, four investigators were killed under uncertain circumstances. The only connection between the murders was, of course, the link to the Ladybug and Chat Noir case. After the death of Detective Bertony, resources were pulled from the case, a move that contradicts normal procedure. In response, Mr. Vanderguard had this to say.”

The shot again changed to the Minister of Interior at the Press Conference. “My officers assume the risk of bodily harm and losing their life when they join the force. But they don’t expect to be in danger when they go home to be with their wives and children. Being assigned to the task force of looking for M. Agreste and Mlle. Dupain-Cheng, is a death sentence. We unfortunately have not made any headway in the investigation, despite all that has been broadcasted. We believe that Detective Bertony had a lead, but all information with him in his hotel room was reduced to ash on the balcony. Because of the nature of these murders, I will be launching an inside investigation among the police in Paris, conducted by an outside attorney. Mayor Bourgeois has approved the city’s plan for a comprehensive, independent, transparent investigation of the task force members' misconduct. As much as we owe to Ladybug and Chat Noir, we can’t afford to lose anyone else to these terrorists. This investigation will most likely further disrupt our work on the Ladybug and Chat Noir case.

“While this investigation goes on, I ask that everyone stop watching the stream on ‘make ladybug suffer dot com’. Giving Salo and her men attention is only fueling their torment of the victims. Ladybug and Chat Noir will be safer if we stop watching.

“To the families of M. Agreste and Mlle. Dupain-Cheng, I am truly sorry.”

Nadja came back to the screen. “Though the apologies of the Minister seem to be well intentioned, critics have been asking the same question that goes unanswered. Where is the French Gendarmerie? Isn’t it made for situations like this?”

Lady Lacrima stood. “Thank you for the food. We must be going now.”

“Are you sure?”

“We have wasted enough time. Tell no one we were here…for your own safety.”

And just like that, she threw open the window, and they leapt out into the night.

Malena sighed as she collected their dishes, noticing how little they had eaten. “That was sudden. I wonder if it had anything to do with the news?”

“I think it had everything to do with the news. If I was the Minister of Interior, I’d pray to God right now.”

—

This chapter was born of me, a cosmetologist’s daughter, thinking “if I was isolated for a month in complete darkness, in my own filth, for a month, what is the first thing I would do when I got out?” and my immediate answer was, “wash my hair, eat, and sleep for 24 hours, in that order.”

Hey! So are you super eager for the next chapter?? Well good news for you! ShadeOps21 wrote an alternate ending to the rescue! He posed to me, “what would happen if GIGN did what they do and rescued Adrien and Marinette?” I said “I dunno what that is.” So he wrote it!

Basically special forces come in and save the day and it’s awesome and intense and everyone should read it. It’s called ‘Even Heroes have Heroes’

Art by @soyyuzuslife on Instagram!

#longest night #fanfiction #ML #miraculous ladybug #ladybug #adrien agreste #chat noir #marinette dupain cheng #akumatized chat noir #akumatized marinette #ladynoir #adrinette #akumatized adrien #akumatized ladybug #akumanette

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Home Will Always Be Here

I’ve been in... not a great emotional state and I wrote this as an attempt to make myself feel better, it worked somewhat. Grzork (because who else would it be), could be in the cat AU but Tiny isn’t actually in it so it could also be its own thing if you want it to be

Title from Umbrella Beach by Owl City

When Matt wakes up to Anders’ alarm, the first thing he notices is that it’s still dark out.

“Anders?” he mumbles. “Why are you up so early? Isn’t it Saturday?”

“Shhh, go back to sleep, love.” He feels Anders hug him from behind, and it’s so warm and comforting and feels so much like home that he does fall back asleep.

He wakes up again a couple hours later, and it’s slightly lighter outside, but the grey rain clouds give a cool mood. He stretches as he stands up, then heads to the living room. He stops in the doorway when he sees the scene in front of him.

All the furniture has been shoved into one corner (how Anders managed to do that without waking him up, Matt can only guess), and been replaced with two beach chairs in the middle of the room. Anders has one of his ocean mist scented candles burning and an episode of Beachfront Bargain Hunt on the TV. He’s sitting in one of the chairs with his bathing suit on, and a hat and sunglasses, with a fruity drink in a martini glass in his hand. He looks up when he hears the door open.

“Morning!” he says, taking the sunglasses off. “Are you surprised?”

“Am I... yes, but also confused?” Matt says as he sits down next to him. “What’s all this for?”

“Our anniversary, silly,” Anders answers, and Matt mentally slaps himself. All the days had been blending together from not leaving the house, he’s lucky he knows what month it is, never mind what date. He can’t believe he forgot.

“Shit,” he whispers. “I didn’t forget, I just...”

“Hey, it’s okay. I know things are weird right now.” Anders grabs his hand and rubs his thumb over it. “But we were supposed to go to the beach this weekend, and, well, obviously that can’t happen. So I brought the beach to us!”

He stands up and offers his hand to Matt, who takes it and allows himself to be led into the kitchen. He sits down at the table, where Anders brings him a blueberry muffin, an iced coffee, and another fruity drink in a martini glass.

“Is it not too early in the morning for alcohol?” he has to ask.

Anders raises his eyebrows. “Alcohol? What? That’s just apple juice. I was just trying to be fancy.”

Matt’s not sure he believes him, but he takes a sip anyway and finds that he’s right. He quickly finishes his breakfast so he can join Anders back in the living room and watch the Beachfront Bargain Hunt marathon with him.

“This was supposed to be outside,” Anders explains. “We were supposed to actually sunbathe and play beach volleyball and stuff, but it’s raining. Sorry it’s not quite realistic.”

Matt stares at him. “You planned me a whole beach day, at our house, in the middle of quarantine, and you’re worried about it being realistic?”

“Well, yeah. You deserve a real vacation.”

Matt wants to cry with the amount of emotions he’s suddenly feeling. “Anders, I...” he collects his thoughts and tries again. “I love this. It doesn’t need to be a real beach, as long as I have you. I love you.”

The tears unwillingly start falling, and Anders takes his hand again, but Matt can’t stop the words from spilling out now that he’s started.

“You do so much for me, you know? You make me feel loved. I don’t deserve you. I forgot our own anniversary, and you... you did all this, for me.” He gestures around the room. “I don’t deserve you,” he repeats, mostly to himself, but Anders hears him.

“I think it’s me who doesn’t deserve you,” he whispers. “You do so much for me, too. You laugh at all my jokes, even if they don’t make sense. You always buy my favorite coffee even though you don’t like it, and you have it ready for me every morning. You work so hard at your job, so many more hours than you want, and you still come home and find time to spend with me. I love you, Matt, more than anything. This is the least I can do. You deserve a day filled with sand and the ocean and sunshine, and I’m sorry I can’t give that to you.”

Matt is speechless. “You...” he shakes his head. “No,” he says as he finds his words again. “What you’ve given me is better. We still have the ocean candles, we don’t have to clean up all the sand that inevitably gets all over everything, and you... you are my sunshine,” he finishes, blushing.

Anders stands up from his chair and moves into Matt’s lap so he can hug him properly. When he pulls back, Matt can see that he’s crying, too. “God, we’re such sappy messes, aren’t we?” Anders laughs, wiping the tears away. Matt reaches his own hand up to help him.

“Maybe, but hey, we can be sappy messes together.” He rubs his thumb along Anders’ cheekbone, before moving his hand to the back of his head and pulling him in for a kiss. It’s soft and sweet at first, and when Anders tries to deepen it, Matt lets him. They don’t get to go much further, though.

Matt feels the bottom of the chair start to rip, and before he can even react, the whole chair collapses, leaving him on the floor with Anders on top of him. They make eye contact, and both burst out laughing.

“Okay, maybe that chair wasn’t designed to hold two people,” Anders admits as he offers a hand to help Matt up. “Good thing we bought that extra one last year.”

Matt laughs. “I’ll go grab it.”

“No, let me.” He heads down the hallway into the garage, taking the broken chair with him. He comes back a few minutes later with the new one and sets it up. They get settled in their own chairs this time and turn their attention back to the TV.

“What were you thinking for lunch?” Matt asks. “I’m getting kind of hungry.”

“I was thinking just sandwiches, but I bought some fish at the store for dinner,” Anders says. “I was surprised they had it, but I figured we should have something beach-y. I also got ice cream for dessert.”

“Sounds perfect.”

They make their sandwiches and watch another episode before Matt makes one more request.

“Hey, Anders?”

“Yeah?”

“Can we move the couch back so we can cuddle?”

“You mean you don’t want to break any more chairs?”

“Well, I would, but we don’t have any more backups.”

Anders laughs. “Fair enough.”

It may not have been their original plan, but as he snuggles into Anders’ side once the couch is back in place, Matt knows this is one anniversary he’s never going to forget.

#my fic #grzork

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