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[considermeadream12]

Bylers in S5 when the party gets a fright while hiding from demobats and Mike subconsciously grabs Will's hand:

[boytoyhalo]

Your Selkie au is super compelling! Plus you are a very good writer. A question, will you ever go into more detail about Pac's previous captive situation? I'm very interested in how you will adapt Fuga's lore into your au. ( Specially bc of Cell and Cellbit stuff)

I'M SO SO SO LATE BUT IM USING FITPAC WEEK DAY 3 (WHICH IM ALSO LATE FOR) AS AN EXCUSE TO FINALLY, FINALLYYYYY GET THIS POSTED THANK YOU FOR BEING PATIENT ANON AND EVERYONE ELSE WHO'S AN ENJOYER OF THIS AU I PROMISE IT ISN'T ABANDONED IVE JUST BEEN IN AN END OF YEAR SLUMP

selkie au snippet #4 (i think) || T || slash (ambiguous) || @fitpacweek day 3 (belated its actually day 4) AU day!!!

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"Can I ask you somethin' personal?"

Pac paused, hand suspended halfway towards the checkerboard that was currently serving as him and Fit's way of passing the long hours up in the lamp room of the lighthouse. He kept his eyes on the round piece he was holding as he deliberated on how to answer, sure that if he met Fit's gaze his face would give away his nervousness; "personal" could mean a wide range of topics, most of which would spell disaster for Pac and his poorly constructed web of secrets. He slowly placed the piece in it's spot on the board, fighting to keep his voice even as he responded.

"Mmm, you can ask, yeah. I might not answer, but you can ask." Fit hummed bemusedly, absently flipping his own game piece between his fingers and he contemplated his next move.

"What happened to your leg?" Pac's breath caught in his throat, and Fit rushed to continue, "It's ok if you don't wanna talk about it, I get it. I just- I mean, you've probably figured out how I lost my arm, right?" Pac looked up at the familiar, mechanical clacking of the veteran's stiff wooden fingers flexing in and out of their open position, eyes involuntarily darting to the gnarled pink scarring that crawled from under his collar and up to the side of his head. He quickly returned his gaze to the board, face reddening a little in shame. Thankfully though, Fit seemed far from offended. "Heh, it's okay, I know. It's pretty obvious. And besides, you're a smart man. I'd be surprised if you hadn't assumed correctly. Me though - I'm just brawn, I don't have a whole lotta brainpower up in this thing." He knocked his fake knuckles lightly against his temple, a light smile on his face. "So if you are okay with me knowing, you're gonna need to tell me."

A small, nervous laugh bubbled it's way out of Pac's chest, his face properly flushed now in a mix of embarassment and flattery. "Don't - don't say that about yourself Fit, you're smart! Smarter than me, probably-" He cleared his throat, redirecting his focus to the topic at hand (ha.) "I can tell you, I don't mind. It's just a, it's a tough topic, you know? I need to get my head in the right place." Fit nodded easily like he understood, which Pac supposed he did at least somewhat.

"Take your time, I'm not going anywhere." The selkie chuckled a bit, tracing the edges of the paneled glass walls that surrounded them as he considered the best way to talk around the subject; he knew, or at least had decided, that he owed it to Fit to give him some semblance of the truth. After all, they had been growing steadily closed for months now and yet Fit knew so little about his life. Which was out of necessity, or course, but his friend had been so kind and so patient with him, never demanding more information than he was given. Pac needed - no, he WANTED to let him in as much as he reasonably could. He deserved it.

"I..." He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, steeling himself to sort through the painful, tangled memories and hoping he would be able to hold himself together. He starts at the beginning, where he won't have to omit too much of the truth, though if anything that makes it harder to talk about. "Mike and I were on a merchant ship off the coast of São Paulo that was attacked by axis submarines a few years back." Fit winced sympathetically, patiently waiting for him to continue as he picked his next words. "We avoided the worst of the blast, but... Mike was in really bad condition, and I had to hang onto him with one arm and a piece of the wreck with the other while I waited for help to come. By the time someone found us, I was too tired and too um- too relieved to realize that we were being taken as prisoners and not as refugees."

It was all technically true so far, just with some important details omitted: like how they were only on the ship in the first place because their pelts were being imported as merchandise by a fisherman who believed himself to be incredibly lucky, and how they weren't taken as prisoners of war as Fit was no doubt assuming. Pac fails to suppress a shudder as he remembers the smug, taunting grin of the man that stood above him on the deck of his supposed refuge, two familiar seal pelts clutched in his meaty fists.

"I'm so sorry you went through that, Pac. You don't have to keep-" Pac cuts him off, already committed to opening up.

"No, I want to tell you. We," He clears his throat again, pushing down the memories of too-small tanks full of too-salty water, of needles and IV drips and white lab coats and pencils scratching on clipboards as he writhed in pain. "We woke up in some sort of facility, I'm not sure where exactly? I think the men who had us were European but that's all I remember, it's all blurry you know? And that's where we met Cellbit and Felps actually-" The image of frenzied black eyes claws its way to the front of his mind against his will, but he can't help a small smile at Fit's attentiveness as his eyebrows raise in intrigue, the checkerboard between them completely forgotten.

"Anyway, we were there for- months, I think. And long story short Cellbit ended up, um. He tried to- to eat my leg off?" It comes out sounding uncertain, Pac having realized there was no way to say it that wouldn't raise more questions. Sure enough, Fit's mouth drops open.

"Wait he- He tried to eat you?"

"Not- it wasn't- aaaaugh, he wasn't himself ok? They were- they were cruel to us, and they injected him with these drugs that made him all crazy and violent and they kinda just. Let him do it? It wasn't his fault, is what I'm saying." Fit looks disturbed, although significantly less so than Pac would expect from most people. He supposes bearing witness to the horrors of war would give you a higher tolerance to this sort of thing.

The thing is, it really wasn't Cellbit's fault. He had been there the longest of any of them, starved and beaten and forced through their cruel experiments since he had been a teenager. He was angry and desperate and hungry, and it was pure bad luck that Pac had happened to be the closest to him when the "researchers" had decided to test the effects of whatever combination of steroids they had injected him with. The ghost of his leg twinges in pain as it remembers the feeling of sharp teeth tearing through it's flesh.

"Wait so did Cellbit..." Fit hesitates, like he can't quite put together what he means to ask. "So he, bit your leg off? but how does that even-" He's interrupted by Pac giggling, and after a moment he joins in quietly with a confused laugh of his own.

"No, no he- he just did enough damage that the sci- that the jailers had to amputate it. And it wasn't that bad honestly, I mean, they weren't kind enough to knock me out before they started sawing but at least I didn't die!" His amusement at Fit's horrified reaction to his nonchalance almost drowns out the echoes of grief that his heart sounds for one of his fellow prisoners who hadn't been so lucky. Pac puts on a wide grin, forcing himself to perk up from his slumped posture. "So anyway, that's the story! Pretty cool don't you think?" Fit sputters a shocked laugh.

"Pretty- Yeah, sure, Pac. That's- *cough*- that's cool, yeah." It's a joke, obviously, but warmth washes over him anyway at the way that Fit lets him control the weight of the conversation like always. He wouldn't be able to handle trying to talk about his past seriously, and he's grateful to whatever higher power may or may not exist for bringing him Fit, who not only cares but understands despite being a human, and who always without fail meets him wherever he needs to be at. Pac doesn't know what he did to deserve a friend like him. "So, okay," Fit's voice snaps him out of the appreciative haze he had fallen into. "How did you guys get out? Were you released, or rescued, or..." He trails off, eyes imploring him to go on. Pac feels his face light up at the opportunity to discuss his favorite part of the tale - the only part, he likes, really.

"Oh, you're not gonna believe it. It was Richas! He actually saved us!"

"What?" Fit exclaims in elated disbelief.

"Yeah! So ok - they were keeping him prisoner too, but he was just a baby, like a, a toddler right? And the guards that were assigned to him treated him like their own kid-" Minus the horrible inhumane experimentation, of course. "- and he somehow, he figured out how to use their sympathy to get them to tell him where they kept all their keys," - and all the pelts - "and then managed to convince them to let him play with us alone. So he came to me and Mike and told us, so we told him to steal us some guard uniforms and figure out where the breaker box was, and after some planning and waiting for the right time we were able to escape by having him shut off the power and filing out with the rest of the guards! Mike wanted it to just be the three of us but I told him we weren't leaving the others behind." For all the suffering they had been put through it had honestly been comically easy - the facility they were at was small and not well guarded, probably funded independently considering that if any powerful government had proof of the selkies' existence everyone including the scientists would have been in a much bigger mess - the world was already at war, Pac doubted anyone was eager to add another variable to the conflict.

Fit crosses his arms and sits back, nodding in amazement. "Huh, so little Richarlyson is a hero! That's crazy"

"What, you don't believe me?" Pac shouts in mock offense.

"No no no I believe you! That kid is a fighter, I know it. So you guys all just stuck together after that? What about Bagi and Forever?"

"Ah, so- Bagi and Cellbit, they're brothers, or uhm- they're brother and sister, yes? And Bagi had been searching for Cellbit since he was taken, and somehow she ended up at the place we were being kept just a few days after we escaped, and she was able to track us from there. She's crazy smart, Cellbit and her both are. And Forever," Well, truthfully, Forever had just swam up to their pod and started playing with Richas one day while they were searching for a new home, and then the two had become inseparable so he just... stuck around. But Pac wasn't sure how to spin that into something that sounded reasonable for a human family, so he just went with "Forever just showed up one day and wouldn't leave." Fit laughed again at that, and this time Pac laughed with him.

It felt unbelievably good to tell Fit about his story like this, even with parts of it changed. Still, he wanted nothing more than to tell him the truth of what he was - he almost did, right then and there, swayed by the sound if his laughter and the mirth in his eyes. But, he reminded himself, that had to be a family decision; it wasn't just his secrets at stake. It was all of them, and as much as he loved trusted Fit and would be happy to gamble his own safety on that trust, he wasn't willing to risk his whole family.

...But, it would be so much easier if he could just say the whole truth. He wonders if Fit would react with the same attentiveness and amazement he gave to Pac's storytelling.

The rest of the day passed with little more of note, mostly filled with idle chit chat and card games. As Fit tries to teach him how to play Kings on the Corners for the third time, Pac finds himself thinking about how much Fit was changing his life without even realizing. A few months ago, Pac had never wanted or even tolerated human company that wasn't absolutely necessary. But now, he couldn't imagine not having the veteran around to occupy his time. In fact, when Fit had taken his first two-week relief back on shore after two months of service, Pac had felt inescapably lonely even when surrounded by his pod. Not even Richas, who had also been upset over the Ramon's absence, had been able to completely cheer him up. And while Pac's always been somewhat fascinated by humans, and had enjoyed watching the previous lighthouse keepers as they went about their work, he had never found himself as interested by any of it as he does when it comes to Fit.

"What is it?" Fit's voice snaps him out of it yet again, cards abandoned as he looks at him curiously. "You're staring."

"Huh? Oh, nothing, nothing! Just thinking about Richas and Ramon - what do you think they're up to?"

"They should still be hanging out with Cellbit, right? They're probably doing puzzles or something." Fit looks at the clock over on the left side off the room. "It's almost six, Bad should be here soon to take over for the night. Do you want to go join them and I can catch up?"

"Um-" Pac flusters, face heating up slightly. He's not sure why the emotional exhaustion of talking about losing his leg is what's bringing all these revelations to his mind, but he can't seem to pull his thoughts away from how much he appreciates the man in front of him. Which.... "Yeah, I think I'll go find them now! I'll see you soon?" Fit nods.

"Sounds good, Pac. I'll see you in a little bit." With a nod back at him, Pac shuffles out the door and makes his way down the tower. Instead of going to find Cellbit and the children, however, he beelines straight to the rocks where his pelt is stashed and hastily wraps himself in it's familiar comfort, sliding into the water before his limbs have even finished morphing into flippers. Surely a nice, solo swim is what he needs to clear his head.

...If only he could take Fit with him.

[julietandcinderella-if]

Adam to Eris after taking Persephone into his arms for the first time: have you ever seen something so beautiful? 🥺👉🏼🍪🍪🍪🍪

So this is love So this is what makes life divine I'm all aglow, mm And now I know (and now I know) The key to all heaven is mine

– So This is Love - Ilene Woods & Mike Douglas

~•~•~

Years of military training has not prepared him for this.

Months of waiting has not prepared him for this.

Looking at the little bundle he's so delicately carrying in his arms, it's hard not to be in awe.

So small.

So... fragile.

His daughter sleeps in his arms with a little yawn showing gums that have yet to grow its fangs.

"Are you alright, Adam?" The General looks up at his wife, who looks at him from her recovery bed with fondness and gentle amusement.

"Ah, yes, I'm..." Adam blinks, and clears his throat, pale cheeks reddening in embarassment as he looks back down at his daughter. "I'm just in awe, that's all."

"Really now?" Eris chuckles. "What made you feel that way?"

"Our daughter. She..." Adam looks back at Eris, his face back in awe and so much warmth and love and adoration. "Have you ever seen something so beautiful before, Eris?"

A gentle smile spreads across Eris' face. "I am looking at one right now."

Her husband can't help but give a bent bashful smile. "I... Thank you."

Eris tilts her head, a bit confused and surprised by the sudden declaration. "What for?"

"For being in my life. For being my love and eternal partner. For being alive and well and being here with me to experience being parents to our daughter. I... I don't know what I would do if things weren't the case."

His wife says nothing, instead gently pats the empty space beside her. Adam obliges, a gentle smile forming on his face as he gingerly settles down on the bed. Eris is quick to cuddle up beside him, head resting on his shoulder as she holds his arm. A small smile of her own on her face.

"I love you too, Adam."

A tender kiss is shared amidst the comforting silence of the room.

[blxetsi]

Hi there! I love your work!! So I know this sounds a little niche but, could we get headcanons for a reader in a polyamorous relationship with Hange and Miche please? Hope you’re having a really good day!

NO BEXAUSE IVE BEEN WAITING FOR SOMEINE TO REQUEST POLYAMOROUS STUFF OMGGGGG 😭 ty for your service anon it means a lot ���🙏

hange and mike dating headcanons (canonverse)

zoë hange x gn!reader x mike zacharias

warnings: polyamorous relationship, and titans ??, reader is kinda innocent ?? like just easily wound up

also this is going to be SO fucking long and focused on hange for the first long bit sorry !

btw this isnt rlly dating headcanons so much as backstory, how you met, and shit leading up to actually getting together i went so fucking overboard and went the complete opposite way of what you asked ill do a part two with ACTUAL dating headcanons if youd like anon just tell me and ill do it

- i think you wouldve worked for garrison originally

- in season one when hange started the experiments on sawney and bean thats when you would've met them

- you had been a big fan of their research studies for a while, so being in front of someone you thought was so cool was a little nerve wracking

- you had just became newly appointed as a captain for a garrison squad, being one of the youngest recruits to get the position, which also meant some people thought you couldnt handle the job

- you were good at telling others what to do, and guiding them when needed, you took over the leader role very quickly, you had to if you wanted to keep the position

- although you thought you were a good leader, others didnt

- specifically older members of garrison who thought because you were so young, youd be naive

- and since you were a garrison captain, you worked closely with hange and moblit during their experiments

- any request they made for supplies or anything, went through you and youd get it for them

- they needed more help ? youre requesting three soldiers to the experimentation zone immediately. anything they needed you helped with, because you liked helping

- hange had quickly grown fond of you, they were so thankful that you were so willingly to have your squad help them. you remember the brunette grabbing your hand and saying "thank you for your dedication to this project and to science !" while bowing multiple times

- as unsanitary and childish as it was,,, you didnt wash that hand for a day

- hange saw how some members of your squad treated you, and it may have irked them a bit

- causing them to rant to moblit while writing down research data

- "hange." "i just dont get it, why dont they say anything ? theyre so nice so why dont people respect them like they should-" "hange !" "what ?!" "youre writing down captain l/n's name on your page !" "so what ?!- wait what" this causes a night of bickering between the two of them 😐🤚

- when sawney and bean died hange was devastated. you had grown to like the section commander as a friend and respected them greatly, so to see their hardwork and research all go down the drain was hard

- you immediately went into leader mode and started ordering your squad around "listen up ! i want this whole perimeter checked and searched for any evidence to help us find out who did this." a couple members groaned, and one man, who was in his early thirties made a comment about it. "theyre just stupid fucking titans. we're supposed to kill them, not keep them alive for some freak to experiment on them."

- yknow,, looking back on it maybe you shouldnt have went off on them the way you did, but you did because not only was the man questioning your authority and orders, he was blatantly disrespecting a section commander. "i am your captain. i am your leader. you will respect me, and you will listen to me. you either do i say or youll be suspended and taken off my squad immediately. and that goes for everyone ! do i make myself clear ?" you shouted. the man who had talked back raised his eyebrows, youd never once yelled or demanded things be done in a manner like this, and it clearly shocked him when you stood up for yourself.

- a bunch of murmurs came from your squad and you dismissed them, but not before stepping in front of your soldier in front of everyone. "between you and me ? you should be discharged for not only your blatant disrespect and defiance to me for months now, but also for your innapropriate and degrading comments about section commander hange. you wanna pull some shit like this in the future, not just to me but to anybody ? you should kiss your position in garrison squad goodbye, since youre too childish to keep your thoughts and opinions to yourself. now grow the fuck up and go do what ive asked please." the man looked scared as he stared at you, no one had seen you act like this before, his jaw clenched as he nodded and walked off, the rest of your squad dispersing with him

- you didnt notice hange calling your name until you felt their hand on your shoulder. you turned around and saw their sympathetic gaze on you. "thank you for defending me. are you okay ?"

- you rubbed the back of your neck and answered. "honestly ? i feel kind of bad, like i embarassed him or something." the survey corps leader tilted their head back as they laughed. "youre so kind y/n, but im proud of you." the comment, although lighthearted, struck a cord with you

- a couple days later you were requested to meet with not only the section commander but commander smith, as well as your superior, dot pixis

- the meeting only lasted about thirty minutes, but hange had boasted about not only your leadership skills but also your knowledge and ideas on various sciences. erwin decided to offer you a position to work under hange, and dot pixis agreed to have you transferred to the survey corps if you agreed.

- did your decision have to do with your crush on hange ? maybe. would you ever admit it ? no.

- pixis explained to you that youd be honorably disharged from the garrison regiment before being moved to the scouts' headquarters in trost

- you surprisingly got along well with others there. working in hanges squad was fun, and even though you were demoted from a captain back to a cadet you didnt mind

- hange had offered to share as much knowledge as they could with you, which led you to be in their office (as messy as it was) after work hours

- and thats where you met mike

- well, got to know him

- hange introduced you two when you first joined and the first thing the section commander did was NOT shake the hand you held out for him but to lean down and sniff around your hair and neck

- your face felt hot as you stuttered over your words, thrown off by his,,, unique, greeting

- hange and laughed and lightly pushed him away, before explaining to you that thats just what mike did

- back to being in hanges office

- for nights on end youd stay up together in their office, two chairs huddled beside one another while you read through books of research, not just from hange but from published scientists and anthropologists too

- mike had started joining you two only three days after you and hange started

- he would stay quiet, but would sit next to hange making them be sandwiched by the two of you

- after that you started to notice him more often

- down the halls he'd send you a small smile, which you brightly returned

- sometimes he'd be in charge of training that day, and he would wordlessly help you position your arms to properly block or punch when sparring with other members

- then he started bringing tea when he would come and listen to you and hange discuss different theories, articles and information together

- you didnt even know the two were dating until you accidentally walked in on them in hange's office

- they werent doing anything dirty, just giving each other a kiss, but you had walked in on them with a stack of papers captain levi told you to give to hange.

- you kinda,, stood there, slackjawed, while the two pulled apart slowly to look at you. hange had a mischievous grin on their face while mike just gave you a blank stare

- you dropped the papers. the stack of documents levi tasked you to give to hange. you dropped them. How Embarassing.

- your face began to feel hot not just from seeing them but also because youre embarassing yourself by dropping the papers and just standing there like an IDIOT

- "uh,,, i- captain levi said to give you those documents you requested." your voice cracked at the end making you wince

- "you mean the documents that are spread out on my floor now ?" hange asked. you looked between them and the floor, then at mike, then back to the floor than back at hange. "yes." you said, and you could feel that warmth in your face spreading to your ears now too. "im sorry." you exclaimed, your voice sounding strained as you quickly walked backwords and closed the door in front of you

- you started avoiding hange and mike after that, and became hyper aware of everything that they did. they were TAUNTING YOU 🙄 you could feel it

- instead of small smiles in the halls, after you started ducking your head down when you saw mike, he would now give you head pats when you crossed him

- hange would let their hand linger on your shoulder or side as they shuffled past you during meetings or experiments, and would come closer than usual when handing you documents

- mike would give you teasing smiles when you got your ass handed to you during sparring

- and finally you were fed up ! did this count as workplace harassment ? you didnt know but you wanted answers ! so you went to the source, hange's room after dinner

- you didnt bother knocking, you just walked in with your eyes closed

- hange giggled, "what are you doing y/n ?" "making sure im not walking into something i shouldnt be seeing, section commander." "by that do you mean the kiss mike and i shared ?" "yes." "well we're not kissing right now." they said, and you peaked one eye open to be sure they werent lying, and they werent !

mike stood up from his chair and slowly made his way past you, closing the door. you took a deep breath before throwing all of your word vomit on blond and brunette duo. "so i dont know why you guys think teasing me like this is fun, but it isnt. it makes me flustered and nervous and feel weird and im not sure if it counts as abuse of power but i dont like it so it needs to stop." you huffed in a big breath of air after saying all of that, and hange rested their head in their hands.

"y/n do you have a crush on me ?" they asked. their voice was soft but they still had that stupid smile on their face. you could feel your face getting warmer by the second. your mouth opened and closed but no words came out.

" i uh, im gonna leave now." you turned around but hit something hard, and looked up at mike looking down on you, a smirk on his face. he put his hands on your shoulders and turned you back around to hange, walking the two of you over to their desk. he gave you a slight push, causing you to put your hands on the desk and lean on it, while mike kept his hands on you to keep you from running.

hange leaned into you, your noses barely touching. "i only ask because, mike and i have grown very fond of you." they said. you nodded a little bit, the tips of your noses brushing against each other.

"yeah well, id be a little sad if my superiors didnt like me, that would be kind of bad." you replied.

"can i kiss you ?" they asked.

and now is when your brain really stops functioning. thoughts fill your mind of mike and his relationship to hange. are they actually together or is it a friends with benefits kind of thing ?

"i uh, i cant kiss you." you replied, a bit breathlessly caused by both section commanders.

"why not y/n ?"

"well i'm not a cheater, or a homewrecker. i mean i assume that you and mike are together so, im not going to kiss someone in a relationship." you stammered out. this was making you very nervous, butterflies errupting in your stomach. you knew they were just teasing you, goofing around to make you flustered, but a part of you hoped youd be able to kiss hange, and maybe mike for that matter.

they chuckled a bit, before their brown eyes looking behind you to mike's towering form. "honey, can you tell y/n its okay if they kiss me ?" they asked. mike let out a small laugh through his nose before leaning down.

"only if y/n promises to give me a kiss afterwards." he whispered. he pressed a faint kiss to your temple, and you shivered from the contact. he was warm, very warm, and even though it was such a small amount of contact it did so many things to you.

you gulped before bringing your eyes back to hange. you looked to their eyes, and then to their lips, and continued that pattern silently in hopes theyd understand. you didnt want to be teased anymore ! you wanted something to happen.

hange got the hint and smirked, before leaning in again and lightly brushing her lips against yours. theirs were soft compared to mikes chapped ones, and the kiss was so slow, so innocent, it had you leaning in for more. it was a slow, lazy kiss, a kiss to test the waters, it helped calm your nerves, but also made your nerved explode with heat.

finally the researched pulled away, and put their hands on your cheeks, squishing them to pucker your lips, before giving a kiss to your forehead, nose and lips one last time. they let go with a soft smile on their face, and a blush of their own.

you could feel mike press his body down against yours, making your knees buckle slightly. he took his right hand off your shoulder to place it on hange's cheek, thumbing over the red pigmentation. he then turned your head up and to the side, before giving you a kiss of his own. this one was a bit more dominating, hard. his chapped lips scratched against your own but you didnt mind. in a weird way it made you feel at ease, having him take control of it, the same way hange did but his was just more, needy.

he pulled back with a shaky breath and looked at you before looking at hange. "so y/n," hange began. they stood up and made their way around the table, mike pulling himself and you up straight so hange could sit on the edge, pulling you in to stand between their legs. being sandwiched in between mike and hange made you so aware of them, and even though you were very new to something like this you felt weirdly safe and secure. "mike and i genuinely care about you, and we want to be with you the way that we're with each other. would you like that ?"

honestly, how could you say no ?

thats it again im sorry the anon who requested this you did not get what you asked for 😭😭😭😭 hope u all enjoyed requests r open stay safe

[just-jordie-things]

All I Want For Christmas (Is You) - Richie Tozier

word count: 5722 warnings: swearing summary: Richie has a bit of a crush on resident Loser (y/n), and everyone else knows it.  He spends most of their annual christmas party getting teased, until finally he’s found a way to make a move (with only a little help from Ben... and a piece of mistletoe) ___

The christmas party was an essential event of the Losers Club.  It was by far the best party they threw, with the presents, the cookie decorating, and the nonstop dancing to christmas music, it was always the best time.

(y/n) and Bev were twirling around in the kitchen to Jingle Bell Rock, waiting for the cookies to cool down enough so they could be frosted.

Eddie and Mike were on present organizing duty, while Bill, Stan, Ben, and Richie, were lounging and doing nothing.  Not that anyone minded.  Eddie had a particular order of passing out gifts, which he’d only trusted Mike’s help with.  And Beverly and (y/n) were always off ditching the boys.

“So, what’d you get (y/n)?” Ben spoke in a bit of a hushed voice.

And even though he hadn’t turned away from his game of checkers with Stanley, they knew that he was talking to Richie.  The boy in question was sprawled on the sofa with his feet kicked up on the armrest, arms folded under his head casually.  He gave Ben a bit of a glare, knowing that this was his way of both teasing him, and prying.

It was a little known fact that Richie had a thing for (y/n).  As in, everyone knew, except for her, or course.  It was honestly a bit of a miracle that she hadn’t figured it out, seeing as the other Losers were always poking fun at him about it.  It’s been months since he’d first admitted to Bill that he was starting to develop feelings for their friend, and the next thing he knew, everyone had heard about it and took it upon themselves to constantly beg him to ask her out.

Thing was, he was pretty sure she didn’t feel the same.  In fact, he was pretty sure she’d never even looked at him as anything more than a friend.  Sure, she was sweet, but she was sweet to everyone.  And she always hugged him goodbye, but she hugged the others too.  And maybe she held his hand that one time at the scary movie, but she was terrified, it’s not like she wanted to hold his hand.

Richie shook his head at the love-obsessed boy on the floor.

“I’m not tellin’ you” He huffed.

“What?” Ben asked, offended by the attitude.  “Why not?”

“Cause” Richie answered bluntly.

“Don’t tell me you’re worried about being teased” Stan snickers, and jumps over one of Ben’s pieces.

“I won’t tease you, promise!” Ben pleads, but Richie just rolls his eyes.  “Please?”

“What’s your fuckin’ deal, man?” Richie asks, “Seriously, what’s with your obsession-?”

“It’s not an obsession,” Ben interrupts, “I just want to see you fall in love with each other”

Bill laughs, which was his first time displaying he was even listening to this conversation.

“That’s d-dumb” He says once his laughter calms down.

“No it isn’t,” Ben argues.  “He obviously likes her a lot-”

“It’s not obvious” Richie grumbles.

“-and maybe if he would just fess up already, she’d tell him that she feels the same way” Ben finishes, and gives an optimistic shrug.

Richie flips him off.

“Ha.  No chance,” Stan snorts.  “What?” He asks innocently when both Ben and Richie gave him a dirty look.  “Richie has never tried to make a move.  He can barely even talk to her, why would she ever take an interest in him if he doesn’t act like he likes her?”

Richie doesn’t say anything, and he would never agree with Stanley out loud.  But he had to admit, there was some logic there.  Why would she like him like that? He had such a hard time keeping his thoughts and feelings to himself when he was around her that he’d distanced himself a bit, maybe even a bit too much…

The boy suddenly shoots up from the sofa, and is out of the living room before anyone can ask where he’s going- not that they don’t have every idea where he’s headed in such a hurry.

(y/n) is giggling uncontrollably when he reaches the kitchen, and the sound alone is enough to make his cheeks and ears burn hot.

He doesn’t even notice Beverly dancing around like a maniac, (y/n) had captured all of his attention.

Her laughter settles when she sees he’s joined them, and she gives him a bright smile.

“Hey,” She greets him, and her smile only widens when she sees how pink his cheeks are.  She found it absolutely adorable when Richie blushes.  “Here to decorate, or eat, because if you eat them all-”

“Decorate” Richie speaks so fast he almost bites his tongue, and he mentally face palms at how stupid he sounds.

Jesus he really had to get control of himself.

“Great!” (y/n) chirps, and moves the tray of sugar cookies to the breakfast bar.  “There’s still a batch in the oven, but if you want to get some started with me you can”

I would decorate a thousand cookies if you asked me to, he thinks.

“Sure” He says.

He takes a seat on the opposite side of the counter she’s standing at, and admires her while she grabs one of the few cans of frosting she’d brought over.

The past four years that they’d thrown a christmas get-together, (y/n) had always brought all the supplies for cookies.  The ingredients, the oven trays, the frosting, the sprinkles- it was her favorite part.  Everyone used to decorate all together, but somewhere along the line, only a couple of their friends helped, and now, it was just her and Beverly.  She never complained, but the more Richie thought about it, the worse he felt for not helping her out more in past years.

Everyone ate the cookies after all, it was her specialty, the least they could do is give her some company while she made them all.

“Trying to figure out what Santa’s gonna bring you this year, Tozier?” (y/n) jokes when she sees the dazed look on his face.

He blinks rapidly, and wills his face not to get hot since she’d caught him staring.

“I was,” He replies, picking up a cookie and one of the knives to spread frosting on it.  “But you could do me one better and just tell me what you got me instead” He says with a nonchalant shrug of his shoulders.

(y/n) lets out a short giggle and shakes her head, spreading frosting over her own cookie.

“Richie, you’ll open it in like, twenty minutes,” She teases.  “Are you that impatient?”

Her eyes meet his for a moment, before quickly glancing back down to her task.

You have no idea how patient I really am, he thinks, but he just laughs, and jokes back with her.

“You could always just let me open it now…” He suggests, and the girl shakes her head.

“You’re something else,” She hums.  “So, what do you want for Christmas anyways?”

“Good fucking grades, I guess” He jokes, and she laughs a bit, but gives him a look.

“Come on, be for real,” She says, placing a white frosted cookie on a separate plate, and picking up another one.  “There’s gotta be something you’re hoping to get”

Richie thinks about it, but he shrugs and puts his cookie next to hers.

“I’m not really crossing my fingers for anything in particular,”

He’s only lying a little bit.  What he really wanted would be a miracle, and there was just no way that it would ever happen.

“But, you know” He shrugs, not finishing his thought.

“Know what?” (y/n) asks with a crinkled brow, wanting to know what he was thinking.

She often wondered what ran through his head in his quiet moments.  It wasn’t often that he was silent, and it had always sparked her curiosity.

“Oh,” Richie looks up to meet her eyes.  She’s halted her actions halfway through frosting a cookie, and there’s an intrigued look on her face.  “Just that surprises are always nice”

It’s one of the kindest things she’s ever heard him say, and it makes her heart flutter a bit that he’d shared something like that with her.  He goes back to frosting cookies, but she’s still smiling at him.

“Yeah” She agrees.

They’re quiet for a bit, listening to cheesy christmas music while Bev dances and belts out the lyrics.  They frost probably twenty cookies in their focused state of mind.

It dawns on (y/n) that it’s been a while since she’s spent one on one time with Richie.  Sure, Beverly was just behind her, but somehow it felt like he was the only one in the room with her.  She wonders when the last time was that she’d hung out with just Richie, and why they had stopped.

A part of her wants to ask him to hang out with her soon, maybe see a movie, but just as she opens her mouth, she shuts it, and shakes her head a bit at herself.  It felt dumb to ask him such a thing, and she found herself embarassed for almost asking.

Richie notices this small action, but he doesn’t say anything about it, and just pretends to be too focused on frosting cookies to have seen it.

A few minutes later, he hears her softly humming to the tune of the song playing, and he tries so hard not to notice.  But the longer she does it, the more he has to focus on biting back a smile.  He’s barely paying attention to what he’s doing he’s so wrapped up in the sweet melody.

He realizes too late that he pressed the knife a bit too hard against the cookie, and it broke clean in half from the pressure.

(y/n’s) humming stopped as she looked over to see what he’d done, and she laughed at the sight of the mess in Richie’s hands.

“How’d you manage to do that?” She asks, taking one half the cookie to nibble on as she searched for paper towels.

“I- I don’t even know-” He stammers out, and gratefully takes the napkin she hands him to wipe the frosting off the palms of his hands.  She’s still giggling quietly to herself.

Richie crams the rest of the cookie into his mouth before he can say something stupid.

“Well?” (y/n) asks, staring at him expectantly.

His eyes widen as he looks at her, nervousness taking over his entire body.  She was batting her eyelashes a bit, and her lips were parted.  She’s waiting for something, but he’s not sure-

“How are they?” She speaks again when he doesn’t answer right away.

“O-oh,” Richie swallows.  “The cookies?”

“Yes, dummy,” She laughs again.  “Are they good?”

“They’re g-great” He can’t seem to stop stuttering, and he just wants to crack his head over the countertop.

“Good” (y/n) grins, and gets back to work with decorating.

“Well, you two have this covered,” Beverly speaks, and it jolts Richie a bit.  

I keep forgetting she’s still here.

“I’ll go let everyone know cookies are almost done, and we can do presents soon” The redhead finishes, and leaves them alone in the kitchen.

“Alright” (y/n) replies in a cheerful voice.

Richie pauses for a minute before he sits back down on his stool.  They’re even more alone now, and his heart is beating so hard in his chest that he worries it might burst right through.

“Hey, um, (y/n)?”

Her eyes flicker up to his as she hums in response, before looking back down to her cookie.

He wants to tell her, fuck, he wants to tell her so bad that it hurts, it physicaly pains him to keep everything bottled up and shoved way, way down inside.

But he pussies out before the confession can reach his tongue.

“Sorry I haven’t helped with the cookies before,” He says instead.  She gives him her attention now, a slight furrow on her brow at the apology.  “You really have your hands full with all of these- I guess I just didn’t realize how much work-”

“Don’t worry about it, Richie,” She says dismissively.  “It’s no big deal, I don’t mind it-”

“Still,” He says, and has to look back down at the counter before her gaze makes him blush again.  “I should’ve helped”

(y/n) smiles at the sentiment, and her smile remains as she speaks.

“I do rather enjoy your company, though,” She tells him softly.  “You know, in case you want to help me next year”

And fuck the sweet compliment sens his heart for a loop- he swears he almost fell off his seat.

“Noted” Is all he says, but the blush is back on his cheeks and (y/n) doesn’t miss it.

They’re both smiling to themselves as they finish the cookies.

When Eddie calls that it’s time for presents, they wipe the frosting from their hands and everyone gets situated in the living room.  Bill, Stan, and Ben are sat on the sofa, while (y/n) and Bev are on the floor in front of them.  Eddie, Mike and Richie are kneeling at the coffee table.

They always sat in the same spots every year, like it was a tradition, but really it just felt natural at this point.

“Bev open mine first” (y/n) says excitedly, and Beverly happily agrees, taking the small wrapped box that said it was from (y/n) out of her pile.

When she opened the box, she grinned at the bracelet inside.  It was a homemade friendship bracelet, with green and blue strings tied intricately into a braid.

“I love it!” Beverly declared, already tying it securely on her wrist.

(y/n) laughed, and pulled up the sleeve of her sweater to show her the red and orange bracelet on her wrist.

“I haven’t taken it off since I made them,” She told Beverly proudly.  “It’s been really hard hiding it from you”

The girls laughed and admired the adorable jewelry while the others began to open their gifts.

While Stan was excitedly flipping through a field guide to woodland birds, Richie opened the last gift he had in front of him.  He’d saved the best for last, and (y/n) eagerly watched as he ripped apart the neat wrapping she’d folded it in.

She was biting down on her lip so hard it was starting to go numb, but she was so excited to see Richie open his present that she barely even cared.

She knew she’d done a good job when the boy’s jaw dropped open, and he looked across the room to her in shock, as though to ask if this was even real.

“No fucking way,” He gasped, flipping the CD over in his hands to read the titles on the back.  “How did you even get this?”

Actually, finding a bootleg of The Cure’s concert performances was probably the hardest thing she’s ever had to do.  She’d gotten the other Losers’ gifts within a few days, but tracking down that CD for Richie was near impossible.

“I have my ways” She giggled.

It made her heart feel so full to watch Richie marvel at her gift.

Once everyone’s presents were opened, and Eddie and Stan were frantically picking up the mess of paper and ribbons and bows, Bill set up the ame christmas movie that they watch every year.

(y/n) went back into the kitchen to finish up the last of the cookies.  Adding a few sprinkles, and setting them on plates to bring out to the living room so everyone could enjoy them while watching the movie.

When someone joined her, she was surprised that it wasn’t Richie this time, but Ben.

“Here for first dibs?” She asked, offering him a sugar cookie, which he gladly accepted.

“I was actually gonna ask you where you got that CD,” He said, lingering by the counter while she moved about the room.  “The one you got Richie”

“Oh, it was hard,” She chuckled humorlessly.  “I had to get my cousin to buy it from a guy he knows, which was sketchy enough, cost me like fifty bucks, but it was worth it” She shrugs a shoulder, and mutters under her breath when she accidentally sticks her finger into a drop of frosting on the counter.

“Wow,” Ben comments, and she meets his skeptical gaze as she pops her finger into her mouth to lick the frosting off.  “You must really like Richie to spend so much time and money for one gift”

She pulls her finger from her mouth, and there’s a rosy blush on her cheeks at her friend’s insinuation, but she shakes her head in denial.

“What? No- not like that- I mean he’s my friend-”

“Right,”  Ben said, not believing her for a second.  “Anyways, I also wanted to say thanks for the nice book and pens”

She nods back, too nervous to say anything.  She’s worried that he’s pretty much figured out about her little crush, and she doesn’t want him to tell Richie.

He turns to leave, but stops in the doorway of the kitchen, and reaches up to the frame above him.

“What are you…?” She starts to ask, but she doesn’t have to finish her question before she sees what he’s doing.  He taped a little piece of mistletoe up there.  She gives him a look, but laughs to herself anyways, because she can’t help it.

Ben Hanscom is such a romantic, she’s not sure how he’s been single all this time.

“You’re ridiculous” She tells him with a sweet smile, and heads to the fridge for a soda.

“We’ll see” Ben shrugs, and goes back to the living room to join his friends.

“Finally,” Richie rolls his head back on the sofa cushion with a loud groan.  “Wait, where the fuck is (y/n)?”

“Oh, she’s still finishing stuff up” Ben says, and gives the glasses wearing boy a sly sort of grin.  It looked out of place on his sweet baby face, and Richie furrowed his brow.

“You should go help her,” Beverly nudges Richie, who shoves her arm away.  “Come on, go in there!” She hisses.  “Go give her your actual gift”

“Fuck off” Richie mutters back.

“Wh-what actual gift?” Bill asks the question everyone else is wondering.

“You got her something else?” Mike asks, and Richie wants to pull his sweatshirt over his face and hide.

“He did, and it’s very cute, go give it to her”

“We’ll leave you alone,” Ben chirps up.  “We’ll stay out here and watch the movie and we won’t even listen-”

“We might listen a little” Stan mutters.

“-just muck up with courage and go do it!”

“Fine! Jesus fuck you guys are nonstop aren’t you?” RIchie grumbles as he gets off the couch, and drags his feet towards the kitchen.

The others quietly squeal with anticipation as they play the movie.

When Richie wanders into the kitchen, (y/n’s) back is turned to him.  She’s leaning over the stove, and fanning off the fresh sugar cookies that she’d just pulled out.  It was a batch to be decorated later, and she’d timed their baking just right so when the movie was over, they would be cooled off enough to frost.

“H-hey”

His quiet stutter makes her jump a bit as she whirls around, not having heard him come into the room.

“Oh my god, Richie, you scared me,” She says with a sigh and a nervous giggle.  “Don’t sneak up on me like that”

She turns back to move the cookies onto a rack on the counter so that they’d cool faster, and halfway through her process, she looks back over to him.  He’s just standing there, strangely quiet, and he looks like he’d just seen a ghost.

“You alright?” She asks sweetly, “Did you need something?”

“Um, yeah, actually,” He says, and walks around the counter to be standing with her.  Her brows are furrowed, confused by his odd behavior, but she waits patiently for him to say something.  “I wanted to um- give you… your gift”

He’s so nervous he can barely speak, and even when he is he’s not sure if it's english, but he’s trying his best.

“Richie, I already opened your gift,” (y/n) giggles, “I loved it”

He’d given her a cute little bear, holding a jar of quarters, so that she’d be able to play games with him and the others when she came to the arcade.  She usually didn’t come on days they went, because she rarely had change and didn’t want to sit around while everyone offered to buy her games for her.  It was a sweet gift really, very thoughtful.

“Um, yeah, well, I mean y-your real gift,” He stammers.  She still looks confused, but she’s smiling, and she nods to prompt him to show her.  “Okay… um…”

His hand fishes into his pocket, and she watches as he pulls out a small black box.  It’s clearly meant for jewelry, and her eyes widen and shoot up to his in surprise.

Richie Tozier surely didn’t seem like the jewelry-giving kind of guy, and it stunned her to see him even holding this little box.

“Richie-”

She starts to decline the offer, before she even looks inside.  Her hands push his away gently, trying to politely turn it down.  She couldn’t accept something like that, whatever it was, it surely cost more than anything else he’d gifted.

But he pushes the box into her hands.

“Just take it” He chuckles at how cute she is when she’s flustered.

(y/n’s) eyes flicker between his and the box, debating on accepting it.  But eventually his eager expression makes her sigh and finally take the box.

Her fingers are quivering as she flips open the lid, and her soft gasp is audible as her eyes land on the pretty necklace inside.

“Wow…” She murmurs, gently touching the small silver heart pendant.

Richie grinned down at her, and again his heart is just a few beats away from bursting through his chest.

“You like it?” He asks, even though he doesn’t have to, because it’s clear that she loves it.

“Rich, I-I love it” She answers, smiling up at him sweetly.  Tears are beginning to well in her eyes, and he laughs quietly.

“Here,” His voice is softer than she’s ever heard it before.

He pulls the necklace carefully from the box, and prompts her to turn around.  She gladly does, pulling her hair to the side so that he can clasp it behind her neck.  When he manages to do so, she spins back around, admiring the little heart that laid perfectly centered on her collarbone.

He smiled to himself on how perfect it looked on her- how perfect she looked wearing it.

(y/n) peered up at him, eyes full of tears and adoration.

“I love it so much,” She said, voice cracking a bit, from both the softness in her tone and the tears that were burning in her through while she tried to hold them back.  She reached forward, and wrapped her arms around his neck to hug him tightly.

Richie thought that she was the perfect size for hugging- she always stood on her tiptoes just a little to rest her chin on his shoulder, but that was for her casual goodbye hugs.  She wasn’t on her toes now, and while standing flat-footed, her face was buried in his sweatshirt.

He chuckled as he hugged her back, and maybe he lingered and held her a little longer than necessary, but who was complaining?

“I’m glad you like it doll” He hums.

When they do part, she wipes at her eyes with the sleeves of her sweater.

“I didn’t mean to make you cry, though” He teases her a bit, and she gives a soft laugh.

“I didn’t mean to start crying,” She replies.  “It was just- um, really sweet”

The corner of his lips tug up into a smirk, and he feels pretty damn good about himself right now.

(y/n’s) flustered in the sudden silence, and jerks her thumb over her shoulder towards the living room.

“I bet they’ve started the movie without us,” She says, “I’m gonna go get a seat while I still can”

He nods in agreement, and she reaches forward to squeeze his hand.

“Thank you” She says one last time, and gives him a big smile before heading out of the kitchen.

He hesitates for a minute, standing in his place and coming down from the high he was currently riding.  He’d made her cry of happiness, she loved his gift so much- he was never going to get over his feelings for her, she’d proven that.

When he finally calms himself down, and is about to go watch the movie with his friends, he notices the mistletoe taped at the kitchen’s doorway.

Fucking idiot- you really could’ve had a chance had you not stood around like a dope.  

He shakes his head at himself, and one again is dragging his feet to take a seat.  Wedging himself between Ben and Stan, he ignored their impatiently excited looks, not wanting to explain to them how big of an idiot he was.

“Did you see I put-”

“Yeah, I did, shut the fuck up” Richie cut off Ben before he could say anything more, and then promply crossed his arms and slumped down further into the couch cushions.

“Pouty much?” Stan muttered, making Ben chuckle a bit.

Richie rolled his eyes and did his best to block them out and just watch the movie.

It was a bit boring, they had watched it for the past four years, and everyone could just about quote it word for word.  But Richie wasn’t much of a christmas-movie-lover anyways, so when he’d complained, no one paid him any mind.

Half an hour or so in, Ben had left his seat to go to the bathroom, and Richie didn’t really think much of it.  Until someone else occupied the space next to him.

He looked down to see (y/n) settling in on the cushion, eyes still focused on the television while she readjusted the blanket on her lap.  It wasn’t until she was settled that she peeked over at him as well, a nervous smile gracing her lips when she saw that he was already looking at her.

Not saying a word, she lifted the blanket a bit to offer it to him.  Richie wasn’t stupid, so he grinned, and moved just an inch closer to her to share.  Much to his surprise, she shuffled to be sitting right against him, leg to leg, arm to arm.  His face went pink right away, and hers didn’t look much different either.

She went back to watching the movie, but her blush and almost-hidden smile were an ever so present feature, and Richie didn’t feel so dumb about missing the misteltoe anymore.

Ben didn’t say anything about having lost his seat when he came back, and happily too the now open space next to Beverly.  Richie was just glad that no one had teased him, and he could just sit next to (y/n) and enjoy her presence.

She did him one better a few minutes later, slipping her hand under their shared blanket and blindly finding his.  Her touch was gentle as she laced their fingers together and squeezed his hand sweetly.  He was frozen for a second, but took a deep breath and relaxed, and curled his fingers around her hand.

They stayed that way through the rest of the film, absolutely content.  No one knew, they couldn’t tell with the blanket covering their arms, and Richie liked it that way.  This was just their moment.

It wasn’t like the last time she’d held his hand.  There wasn’t a scary movie playing, she wasn’t shaking in fear, she’d just done it… well, just because, he supposed.  He still wondered, however, if it was her way of displaying her feelings, or if this was just another (y/n)-being-confusingly-cute moments.

When the movie was over, Mike and Stan had to go home right away, since it was later in the night and they still followed their curfews.  Ben, Beverly, and Eddie helped pick up the last of the mess they’d made, while Bill went upstairs to tell his parents that the party was just about over and everyone was getting ready to go home.

Eddie was the next one to leave, and as per usual, (y/n) hugged him at the door, wishing him a merry christmas before he headed off home, bundled up in far too many articles of clothing.  He would die of heat exhaustion before hypothermia ever got to him, but no one was all that surprised.

She hugged Beverly even tighter when she left, and they both promised to never take off their friendship bracelets, even though they were bound to fall off in a few months- but then (y/n) would just make them new ones.

When it was just the four of them, she went to gather her gifts into her bag so that she was picked up and ready to go when her mom came to pick her up.

“Oh hey (y/n),” Ben said when he saw her there, “I’m heading home”

“Okay,” She smiled and hugged him goodbye.  “Did you take any cookies to go? I don’t want to bring them all home-”

“Of course,” He laughed.  “I made the others bags of them too”

Ben was probably one of the nicest people (y/n) had ever met.

She helped him make sure that he had all his things before walking him to the door.

“Oh, and by the way, Richie’s trying to clean up in the kitchen, you might wanna take care of that”

(y/n) laughed, and swiftly made her way to pick up the mess Richie had likely made while trying to pick up.

However he wasn’t cleaning up the kitchen, like Ben had said.  He wasn’t even in the kitchen.  He was walking out of it, and she crashed right into him.  She probably would’ve tripped over her own feet if he hadn’t grabbed her arms to steady her.

“S-sorry-” She stammered out, “Ben said-”

“You’re welcome!” The boy called from across the room.  

He nodded above the pair, who both stared up at the piece of mistletoe that had been taped to the doorway a few hours ago.

With that, Ben waved, and was out the door.

(y/n) stared at Richie with wide eyes, waiting for him to say something.  He was just standing there, staring at the little leaves above them.

“I-I forgot that Ben put that there” She mumbled.  Her eyes kept flickering from the mistletoe to Richie, not sure what to focus on.

“That sly son of a bitch” Richie grumbled.

She let out a soft laugh, and then took a small step towards him.

“I think he knew what he was doing,” She hummed.

The look on his face was priceless, she’d never seen him so stunned.  She bit down on her lip, trying to suppress a grin of excitement from taking over her face.  She wanted him to think that she was calm, but she wasn’t sure how convincing she could be when her heart was beating so erratically in her chest.

“Pretty sure you owe me a kiss, Tozier” She added in a softer voice.

It was a bold move for her, but she was fairly certain that he’d wanted to kiss her, and the idea that he did gave her the confidence to make such a bold move.

Her breath fanned over his lips as she leaned up on the tips of her toes.  His hands, which were still holding onto her elbows, tightened a bit, and in turn he pulled her a little bit closer.

Her grin broke loose, and her eyes fluttered up to meet his.  She raised her brows, waiting for him to do something.

For a second, she thought he wouldn’t do anything.  He hadn’t said anything in quite some time, and she wondered if he was too scared to make a move.

And then all at once, he pulled her completely forward by her arms, and slanted his lips down over hers.  The kiss was fast, but it was sweet, and Richie was surprisingly gentle.

His arms wound around her waist, keeping her comfortably tucked into his chest, and his lips were so soft that she thought maybe he’d been using chapstick.  The thought passed her mind quickly though, easily overpowered by the realization that she could stand here and kiss Richie for hours.

They’d definitely share more than enough kisses required when caught under the mistletoe, but neither were complaining.  (They’d have to stop kissing to do so, and who would suggest something so ludicrous?)

Her hands tangled into the curls behind his neck, gently combing and twirling the soft strands.  She’d waited for this kiss for a long time- she wasn’t going to waste away her moment now.

When they did detach, it was reluctant, and (y/n) couldn’t find herself to open her eyes.  She just stood there, smiling, eyes closed.  Richie smirked a bit to himself, waiting for her to open her eyes.

A short laugh left her lips, but her eyes fluttered open and she was smiling at him again.

“Took you long enough,” She murmured, her hands falling to his shoulders.  “Didn’t think you were ever gonna do that”

He bumped his nose against hers affectionately.

“Well sorry,” He said teasingly.  “Didn’t exactly want to throw you on the counter and ruin all your cookies just cause I felt like kissing you senseless”

She giggled, pulling him close to kiss him again.

“I might’ve been fine with that” She replied rather smoothly, and then planted her lips on his again.

“W-well finally”

They pulled apart when they head Bill laughing at them.  He didn’t say anything else, just shook his head and left the room.

(y/n) and Richie laughed to themselves, because they’d been thinking the same thing.

“Merry Christmas” She mused pleasantly.

Richie kissed her forehead before embracing her tightly.

“Merry Christmas, (y/n/n)”

___

probably shoulda posted this before xmas huh *shrugs*

xoxo ~ jordie

[lachlantrash]

Bestfriend Lachlan and you going to a fourth of July party and it's when you two are slightly tipsy, cuddling on a blanket on the grass, during the firework show that he confesses how in love with you he is? 💖

I tried to write this last night and tumblr crashed I was so upset! So I know I’m a little late, but I really wanna write this.

So I think it’s hockey!Lachlan. He wouldn’t be able to ask you to come to the fireworks show, so his friend Simon would definitely do it for him on a night you are hanging around the hockey boys. He’d say you could go hang out and get a little drunk with the hockey team and their posse, and you agreed to go so long that you didn’t have to chip in for the booze. As soon as Lachlan found out you were going to be with the team, he immediately offered you a ride.

So you show up at the beach with Lachlan, carrying a beach blanket while Lachlan carries a cooler full of Mike’s Hard Lemonade he had his run buy for you and Corona he had purchased for himself. “So uh, where do you wanna set up?” He’d ask you once you’re around the rest of the hockey team where the beach meets the beginning of the grass. “Definitely closer to the grass, if I get any sand in my ass I’m gonna be pissed.” You’d say, causing Lachlan to laugh as you drop your blanket on the grassy part of the beach.

“Y’know, I can never predict what will come out of your mouth next.” He’d smile, sitting down on your blanket, reaching for your hand to pull you down with him.

“Good, it’s better to keep you on you guessing.” You’d laugh, taking his hand and sitting next to him on the blanket. You reach into his cooler and pull out a drink for both of you, cracking the bottle caps off with the opener attached to the cooler. “Here, let’s start the night off right.” You’d say, passing him his corona.

“I’ll drink to that.” He’d mumble, locking eyes with you as you both put the bottles between your lips.

“Hey, you two drinkin’ already?” Your friend Simon would laugh, plopping down on the small space left on your blanket, successfully managing to make sand go all over it.

“You fuckin’ kidding me, Si? You got sand everywhere!” You’d scoff, trying to use your hand to wipe it off the blanket but failing miserably. “I’m sorry, how could I ever make it up to you.” He’d laugh.

“Get me free drinks all night and it’ll all be made up, baby.” You tease, causing Lachlan to scoff.

“I already got you free drinks, we have a damn cooler full.” Lachlan would mumble, nudging the cooler with his foot.

“She was kidding, Lachy. No need to get your panties in a twist.” Simon would say. “I’m glad you two made it, we were beginning to think you guys were gonna ditch us for something else.” Simon laughs.

“And miss hanging out with your lovely personality? We could never.” You joke, Lachlan laughing at your statement.

“Jeez, well as much as I love hanging out with you two cheerful folks, I think I’ll give you two buzzkills some alone time. Happy fourth, get drunk, and enjoy the fireworks tonight!” Simon cheers, running off to go play some volleyball with some of the hockey team.

“You kicked more sand on my blanket, asshole!” You yell, at him. “I hate your teammates.” You sigh to Lachlan, resting your head on his shoulder.

“Yeah? You and me both.” He laughs, wrapping an arm around your back.

“You can go play volleyball with them, I might just go in the water while we wait for sundown or sit here getting drunk, I haven’t decided yet.” You tell him, realizing all of his friends are getting involved in the volleyball game.

“Nah, I’m fine here. I don’t trust you with my Corona.” He says, tapping his empty glass you stole the final sip of. 

“Oops.” You mumble guiltily. “Well, if we’re gonna hang out let’s go get in the water.” You smile, standing up and stripping off the shirt you were wearing, revealing the top of your American flag bikini. 

~~~~Flash forward to you two getting out of the water~~~~

“I’m literally so fucking cold.” You say through your chattering teeth, hugging your wet body as you stumble towards your blanket in the dark. “I threw a hoodie of mine in your beach bag before we left my house, I had a feeling you’d get cold.” Lachlan chuckles to you, rubbing his hands up your arm for the friction to give you warmth.

“You’re a smart man,” You sigh, immediately going into the bag to find the hoodie Lachlan brought, throwing it over your body and sighing in bliss as you feel your arms already warming up. 

“Sometimes I try.” He mumbles, grabbing another beer from the cooler as he plops onto the blanket. “You aren’t cold yourself?” You ask curiously, grabbing your own drink before sitting beside him. “Not too bad, just cuddle with me and I’ll be warm enough.” He requests opening his arms for you to crawl into. He rests his head on your shoulder, arms wrapping around your waist as he mumbles ‘Much better’ into your ear.

A few more drinks into the night, and you and Lachlan are giggling messes by the time that the firework show begins. 

“The fireworks are so pretty.” You mumble, staring up at the show in the sky.

“So are you.” Lachlan would giggle. “Can-Can I confess something to ya?” He’d hiccup, squeezing your hips as he speaks.

“Sure, of course you can.” You’d respond, turning your head away from the fireworks to look up into his eyes. 

“I think you’re really, really pretty. And I think I might like, wanna date you? Y’know, you’re wicked pretty and we hangout alot and I love you like a friend right now but I really wanna do stuff with you as not friends.” He’d babble, looking anywhere but into your eyes.

“Yeah? You wanna do not friends things with me?” You’d question, eyebrows furrowed.

“Only if you wanted to, of course. If not we can just still do friend things and I’ll just pretend you aren’t as pretty as you are.” He laughs, embarassed as he finally locks eyes with you.

“Well, I kinda want to do not friend things with you two. But I wanna make out and hold hands and go on dates and stuff, is that what you wanna do?” You question, waiting for him to gulp and nod before turning in his lap, pressing a soft kiss to his lips which quickly leads to him hugging your back, your hands roaming his hair.

“Atta boy! Get the girl, Lachy!” You hear hooting behind you, blushing like crazy when you see half the hockey team staring at you.

“Aye, fuck off!” Lachlan whines, letting you bury your head into his exposed shoulder.

“You fuckheads, I’m gonna have to drive your car home tonight!” Simon sighs, making you laugh out an apology.

[storytimefromthecreed]

Vigilante AU: Sonny Carisi

(Part 3)

Detective Dodds flipped her over his shoulder, and the resulting action of landing on her back momentarily stunned her while her lungs fought to expand after the air was knocked from them. Dodds kept his distance, unsure of her state. When a gasp racked her body, practically lifting her midsection off the ground, he slowly made his way to her. 

“You-you’re,” Dodds huffed, fighting for his breath. Both fighters were drained. “Under arrest.” Dodds pinned her on the ground with his knee on her back. Cuffs clinked around her wrists. The cool feeling sent a rush of fear through her spine, and she tapped into the reserves of her energy. Dodds pulled her up, (Y/N) dead weighted the whole time to make him struggle, and he groaned when he had her in a standing position. Finally, The Vigilante was captured.

(Y/N) threw her head back, and heard the soft crunch of cartlidge. Dodds cursed aloud and released her. Still cuffed, she swung her wrists at the detectve, and he backed up. His fists went up in boxer’s stance, and she swung her foot at the side. He blocked this with a jab at her knee. No bother. She grounded on that foot, and caught him on his opposite hip as he raised a punch. The blow weakened Dodds, herself too, but she needed to end this. (Y/N) leaned her body back, jumped in the air, and kicked his ribs with as much force as she could muster. It was an impractical move, but she needed the space. Dodds was a close encounter fighter. She needed to either be extremely close to him, or far enough away that she was outside his range. Right now, she chose the latter. Falling to the ground, weak and still cuffed, (Y/N) crawled to a standing postition and fleed the scene. Dodds lay on his back, cursing.

....

Opening the door was hard with her hands still stuck together, so she just knocked. Imagine taking a shower and changing under those conditions. She did the best with what she was given and had raced home. Late. Sonny would be worried. (Y/N) had thrown her jacket over her hands, looping it at her wrists and giving the illusion of it being held.

“Sonny bunny,” Sonny’s blue eyes made her relax and she pushed her way into the apartment. The bag she held twisted between her fingers fell to the ground with a thud. Blood rushed back to her strained figures. "I'm so sorry for being late." She paused midway of showing him the cuffs when she saw they had guests. The whole squad gathered in their living room, some poked their heads out from the kitchen. Dinner was tonight? A knocking on the door diverted their attention, and Sonny opened the door.

“Sorry I’m late.” Dodds walked in and shook Sonny’s hand.

Sonny pulled him into the apartment and walked him over to (Y/N). He proudly threw an arm over her shoulder and said, “Don’t worry, Dodds. We get it. This is (Y/N), my wonderful girlfriend. (Y/N), this is Dodds.”

Darks eyes held hers when he grinned and extended a hand. (Y/N) stomach turned to lead. Jacket still covering her wrists, (Y/N) stuck her hand out as much as she could and gave Dodds a firm handshake. “Please, call me Mike.”

“It’s great to meet you, Mike.” The name sounded sour in her mouth. As if they hadn’t mutally kicked each other’s asses not two hours ago. 

“I’m sorry, but have we met before? I swear you look familiar.”

“I work at the hospital, you might have seen me there.”

“Maybe.” 

“Please make yourself comfortable, Mike. As you can tell, I forgot dinner was tonight.” (Y/N) smiled and gently looked up at Sonny.

“Sonny, can you help me with my gym bag? I can never get it on that tall shelf.”

Sonny looked confused, “But you usually leave it-” He nodded and took the bag from the floor. “Sure thing. Mike,” Sonny pointed towards the table. “There’s beer on ice on the table. Help yourself.” Sonny placed a hand on the small of (Y/N)’s back while they ducked past the squad.

Greeting the rest of the group and laughing about how they had seen her in such a ghastly state, the two excused themselves to their room with (Y/N) laughing, “I just came back from work. Ignore my face!” This got everyone laughing.

“Carisi’s about to get an earful.” Fin yelled as the door closed.

“What’s going on? Your gym bag?” Sonny put his hands on his hips and waited for her explaination. (Y/N) dropped the jacket and his eyes widened. Tears edged her eyes and her face pulled down in a frown. Panic rose in her chest. “What the-” He looked over his shoulder and lowered his voice while he crossed the room quickly. Sonny lead her to his side of the bed and fiddling through his desk. (Y/N) sat down, holding her hands to her face. Embarrassed. Finally finding what he was searching fun, a pin, Sonny began jumbling with the cuffs. “Where did you get these?”

“The store!” She said sarcastically. Sonny took her hands away from her face and lit the lamp on his table. “I really wanted to shake things up in bed and didn’t know how to tell you- How do you think! Baby, Dodds almost got me tonight.”

“Dodds?! As in the Dodds in our living room?!” Sonny’s blue eyes widened and (Y/N) crumpled. The weight of the events she had lived through so far in the night finally took her.

“Yes! I think I almost broke his nose. In my defense, he threw me across an alley. But still! I’m so sorry, Sonny. I totally ruined your evening. I’m so sorry.” The last sentence was a groan. Her eyes opened to face Sonny’s wrath. Sonny looked up at her sternly. Then a grin spread and he burst out laughing. He quit fumbling with the cufffs. Trapped between fighting to keep his laughter down and not being able to, tears ran down his face and when he finally composed himself long enough to look at her again, he returned into a fit.

“Sonny!” His laugh was infectious, and she found herself giggling. “This isn’t funny! Get me out of these! They’re gonna think we’re doing weird stuff in here.” (Y/N) cast a worried look at the door. 

“I just- you-” Sonny clutched his sides and wiped the tears at the corners of his eyes. “Phew. I love ya, doll.”

“I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself.” The click of the cuffs sounded her release, and she rubbed her wrists when they slipped off and into Sonny’s hands. Sonny stashed the cuffs in the drawer. 

“Are we going to return that? Should I drop them in his bag?”

“No, we’re keeping these.”

“Sonny,” Sonny kissed her wrists, tracing the lines where the cuffs had cut her. “That’s against the law.” 

“I’m your bad boy.” He winked.

“Go entertain. If you’re good, I’ll use the cuffs on your first.” (Y/N) purred. Sonny kissed her deeply, pulling away quicky, and headed for the door.

“I plan to be really bad then.” Sonny closed the door behind him, but (Y/N) heard him say, “Hey Dodds, what’s going on with your nose?” (Y/N) rolled her eyes.

....

When the night was over and all was cleared away, Sonny dropped like a rock beside her. The bed bounced at his added weight. 

“I can’t move a muscle.” Sonny’s voice muffled against the pillows. 

“Aww, my poor Sonny.” (Y/N) rolled off the bed and went to his feet. She pulled off his shoes and then his socks. 

“Thanks, doll.” Sonny muffled.

She tugged off his pants, and Sonny popped up his hips to allow her to do this.

“You’re the best. Now put on my green pjs.” Sonny wiggled his butt. 

“What if I like you like this?” She spanked his butt.

“Hey! I need you to love me for me than my body!” Sonny laughed as she mounted him. Sitting on the small of his back, her fingers slid under his shirt and scratched his back. Sonny groaned. “I thought you were trying to sex me up not put me to sleep.”

“I thought you wanted me to love you for more than your body.” She teased, and he grew silent. “We don’t have to do anything, love Just wanted to love on you.”

“I do too.” Sonny said slowly, but she sensed his hesitation. 

“What’s wrong?” (Y/N) rolled off his back to face him. He looked up with an innocent expression. His light brown hair puffed in front of his face, and she moved it back to look him in the eye. “We really don’t have to do anything if you don’t wanna.”

“I do. Promise. I just,” he looked embarassed, “I’ve never really, ya know.” He made a face, nodded his head side to side, and gestured vaguely. 

“I don’t understand.”

“I’ve never, really, done....” Sonny rolled to his side and traced his fingers on her captured hands. “My sex life has been relatively vanilla. I don’t want to do it wrong.” His confession was sweet, and he looked up at her for approval. 

“Anything you do is perfect to me, so don’t worry. Also, we really could wait until you’re more comfortable.”

“Thanks.” Sonny gave her a kiss and she winced at the movement. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. My back’s probably bruised.”

“Lemma look.” She turned around and pulled up her shirt. A hiss escaped his lips. 

“Mike did that? To you?” Gentle fingers traced the bruises.

“Not just him. Not that big of a deal. I think I have more.” (Y/N) turned over and lifted her shirt up and over her head. Sonny watched silently, taking in the black to green bruises covering her arms, stomach, and back. “Are you mad?”

“At you? For what?” Sonny lowered his mouth to the bruise on her forearm and kissed it. “Never. Just promise me you’re being careful.”

“Promise.” Sonny kissed every bruise on her body that night. And she swore they healed faster because of it. They fell asleep like that, half naked and tangled into one another. 

A click awoke (Y/N). Sonny’s gentle breathing lulled beside her. His body warming her. 

In their bedroom, Mike Dodds aimed a barrel at her.

[chocolatemillkk]

Kid Brother VI

A/N: It's here! It's finally here! The last chapter. That took ages but I'm done. Read the rest here :)

I sit on the floor of the living room crossed-legged in the small space between the sofa and the coffee table; I tended to do my best work when I was on the ground. I type on the laptop resting on the coffee table as a mute Harry Potter movie plays in the back.

"Oh I forgot to mention," Joe says from where he lay on the sofa behind me. "I found a really funny picture my mum took of the three of us when we were young."

Joe was the only one left staying up late with me-kind of like old times. Zoe and Alfie had left for bed and Mike went home an hour ago.

"I'm not sure if I'm ready to see it," I groan. "I already know your mum's kept all the embarassing photos because she was always taking her camera out."

But I abondon my laptop and perch myself up on the coffee table since Joe hogged the sofa entirely. The screen shows a zoomed in picture of my face next to Joe's on the grass. I'm sticking my tongue out awkwardly and Joe puffs his upper lip like a monkey. As far as embarassing photos went-the pink streak in my hair and sticky pink lip gloss rated pretty high.

"Burn that picture!" I toss the phone onto Joe's chest. "I hated that stupid pink streak I convinced my mum to let me get!"

Joe gets up, laughing. He sits facing me and holds up his phone. "You haven't even seen the best part. Look at Zo!"

He zooms out and Zoe has her eyes crossed and her tongue poking out the side of her mouth. The unexpected addition to our photo forces a giggle from my mouth which leads to a full blown laugh when Joe recreates her funny face. But somehow, Joe still looked good looking doing it. The bags under his eyes were starting to form and his eyes looked tired-I tried to convince him to go to bed-I was used to staying up, but he insisted he wasn't sleepy. Joe Sugg was as stubborn as the day I met him.

"Shhh," I giggle. "Zalfie's sleeping!"

But we crack up anyway, wiping the tears from our eyes and settling back into the quiet night. I drag my laptop up to where I sit and go back to working. Joe stays seated across from me so our knees touch-serving as a good table for my laptop. The clicking of the keys becomes the only sound as I work. I glance at the time: 1:40.

"You can go to bed," I remind Joe.

"I know I can," Joe smiles sleepily at me. "I want to stay up with you. For old time's sake."

"If this was like old times we would have ice cream or crisps and laying on our bellies whispering to not wake your parents."

Joe laughs. "I reckon we can still recreate that. Sometimes I feel like Zalfie are my parents when I come down here."

That makes me laugh. "Don't let them hear you say that!"

I go back to my laptop but I sense Joe is still looking at me. I pause and make eye contact.

"Yeah?" I ask under his curious gaze.

He shakes his head. "How are you still this pretty at 2 in the morning?"

Time feels like it slows to a stop and the only sound I'm aware of is my heartbeat.

"Don't butter me up for a favour," I try to make light of the situation. "If you want me to record another video just ask."

I nudge his knee but the expression doesn't leave his face.

"I know I'm just Zo's brother but I-"

"Please don't do this," I cut Joe off quickly-the realisation already setting in. If Joe was going to confess he had feelings for me I would be over the moon! But that also meant I would have to confess my feelings, and saying them out loud just made it more real...especially saying it to the person involved.

"Just let me. Please. I've carried this around for a long time and if you don't feel the same way that's fine. I just need to get this off my chest so if you don't, I can move on."

I stare at Joe, shocked at the words coming out of him. How long had he felt this way?

"Y/N," he starts, picking up the laptop between us to rest it beside me. "I like you a lot. Honestly, I don't know if I ever saw you as Zoe's friend because the moment you came into our lives I thought you were the prettiest girl I'd ever seen. Every girl I liked at school I would just compare them to you-maybe that's why I don't have a girlfriend," Joe chuckles to himself. "Anyway, you were always around. Especiall when your parents were going through their divorce and we got close. You opened up to me and-and I fell hard for you. I wanted to help you fight all your battles back then-I still do."

Joe leans in towards me and I feel the urge to lean away but he moves his hand up to my knee.

"I used to fight with you all the time because I was an idiot. But also cuz I really liked you and it made me angry seeing you date all those dickheads who treated you like shite."

"So you took me to our dance," I whisper.

"I did," Joe's hand is pure heat against my legs and I feel it spreading to the rest of me. His words were a confirmation of what everyone always told me but now I had to believe it. "And of course I had to let you go when you went off for uni in London and you made new friends. I didn't want to ask you out back then and just be your boyfriend from back home. The timing just didn't feel right."

Joe licks his lips and I watch him weigh his words.

"I want you to be mine. And I want to be yours too. I don't know if you just see me as Zoe's kid brother-I really hope you don't or this would be really fricken embarassing-but give us a chance? And-and listen I know you don't date younger-"

"Joe," I stop him from rambling because his nerves were obviously kicking in. "Your timing is fine now. Perfect actually...I would want to be-love to be...I guess...I didn't face the reality until recently," I sigh, bracing myself to finally put these feelings into words. Joe watches me intently. "I really do like you and who you've become these past few years."

The smile spreads slowly on Joe's face-one part relief and nine parts pure joy. I feel the relief too, of not hiding my feelings anymore and admitting the truth out loud. It felt liberating.

"That's good," Joe laughs in relief as he falls against the sofa. "That's good." He repeats.

"It is," I repeat back. It was like we were in a trance now that we confessed for each other our feelings.

"That's really good," Joe remains against the sofa but our knees still burn where they touch.

"Yeah," I can't stop the smile on my face. Joe reaches his hand out to me and sits up straighter.

"Come here," he says. I look at him, almost having an out-of-body experience with everything that'd just happened in the last few minutes. But when I take his hand he tugs me to his lap and it jostles me back into myself. Who cares if Joe was younger than me or any of that? We'd held flames for one another for long enough. We owed it to give it a try.

Joe snakes his hands around my waist and I put an arm around the back of him with another on his chest. We look down at each other-the mood growing very somber. This felt like primary school when your first crush admitted to liking you too and now you were going to sneak a kiss behind the football field. It was like the anticipation of the drop before a roller coaster, the build-up making your heart race and your mind scream to stop but your body ready to hurtle down at full speed. It was also a strange calm, like being at the beach with a storm on the horizon-everything standing absolutely still for a moment; the world stretching out for a small infinity.

Our foreheads come to rest on each other's and there's a lightness in Joe's eyes like a shared joke between us. My hand reaches up to cradle his cheek, brushing the short strands of his hair. His own hand mirrors mine and slowly-so subtly-he brings his lips to mine, and then, we're kissing.

It's a gentle kiss that only two people who hold this much tenderness for one another could have. It's a kiss like one I'd never experienced before and when we break apart we take one look at each other and can't stop laughing. Relief-the kiss confirmed what we'd felt. This was real. This was happening.

Joe's expression grows serious once more as he takes my face in his hands and studies it. He places a gentle kiss on my closed eyes, and then the other, and I allow myself the sensation of being kissed by him, the only one I've ever wanted to kiss. When I open my eyes, Joe gives me a cheeky smile before pulling me in to a passionate kiss.

It's an intense kiss that only two people who have ever wanted each other this bad could have. And we wanted each other, very much.

"Joe," I whisper as he lays me down on the sofa. His hands roam down the sides of my body and his lips take over my neck-sure to leave a mark.

"Hm?" He hums. The sound makes me forget what I was going to say but when his hands slip under my shirt the cold of his hands shocks me into remembering.

"Joe!" I whisper more urgently. "This isn't a good place."

"So come back to my room," he mumbles against my skin and I wanted to do it. Ever cell in my body was screaming in unison yes, do it!

"Not like this," I manage to get out. Joe pauses and looks up at me. He seems to understand what I'm saying because he rolls over to lay beside me.

"Okay," he says after a while. "You're right. I should take you out first. Not shag you on my sister's couch."

I burn bright, "When you put it that way..."

"No, no!" Joe sits up chuckling. "Sorry that's not what I meant. I was just getting carried away but you deserve better-we deserve better. This has been a long time coming. We should ease into it."

I sit up and smush Joe's face against mine in a kiss. He looks confused when I let go.

"We've known each other for years, we don't need to ease into anything! I just meant there'll be a better opportunity for this."

"So you'll come back to my room then?" Joe asks hopefully.

I laugh, "No but I'll spend the remainder of the weekend at yours once we get back to London?"

"I'd love that," he kisses my forehead and we get ourselves to our feet.

"Guess I should put my laptop." I laugh.

"I've been saying that all night," Joe says.

I respond to his I-told-you-so tone by flicking him on the arm. He looks up in shock and tries to get me but I jump back. When he advances, I run as silently as I could to my room so Joe couldn't get me back. I lock the door behind me just to hear footsteps on the staircase. I sense him standing outside my door and then my phone vibrates.

Joe: This isn't the end of that Y/N Watch your back ☠️

I stifle my giggle and respond something equally threatening.

Just because we were now two adults in a relationship wouldn't mean we were going to be adults all the time. It wouldn't be "Joe and Y/N" without a little bit of childishness after all. It was hard to believe there was a "Joe and Y/N" to begin with. But it definitley felt right. And it was about damn time.

[tea-and-toblerones]

Unison Chapter 2 - I'm a Midnight Talker

Once again, comments, questions suggestions, whatever, are always welcomed! I love your feedback! 

I would link the first chapter, but  do everything through mobile because internet is expensive out in the country

I can't believe I'm sitting at a diner with Ed Sheeran at 2 in the morning. If you would have told me this 36 hours ago I would have laughed in your face. Is my life descending into utter chaos?  

Bridget had stayed over for a couple hours before she headed home. I continuously messaged Ed through the entirety of her stay. Every time she heard the phone ping, there would be a small smile that crossed her face. I could tell she was curious about the conversation but didn't ask a second time what we were talking about. How I had managed to keep the smile from my face when he had brought up a date was a shocker. Maybe I didn't, maybe I'm not as sneaky as I thought and she was just waiting for me to tell her.                

After she left, I glanced over to my bathroom. I had snunk a quick peak earlier and it wasn’t the horror show that I had pictured in my mind. All of it was contained to my bathtub. By the looks of it I had tried to rinse it out. I had to give props to my drunken self. At least she was somewhat considerate.                                                                 

As I began scrubbing out the tub, my mind wandered to the conversation I had been having with Ed. We hadn't set an exact time for our date, deciding to play it by ear. My idea. No matter how strongly he insisted that it was the hangover cure, I knew I wouldn't be able to keep it down and by the looks of my tub, I'd horked my guts out enough for one day. The thought of it sent shivers of anticipation down my spine. Something I thought I wouldn't be feeling for a long time. He seemed fine with me setting the time and place, which worked perfectly for me. I loved having everything scheduled, knowing what was coming up when. I was a master of the white board calender, everything written out in advance. Everything in order.                                     

We both had swapped some of our wildest drunken stories. Mine being how we broke into the campus, via a window, to use one of the bigger lecture halls to watch movies, unknowingly tripping a silent alarm that alerted the campus police. Somehow we had all managed to sneak out without getting caught and ended up drinking on some abandoned train cars instead. His being how him and his mates had gotten beyond wasted, went swimming in some random pond and had stolen someone's birthday cake and pig. Apparently it was a chocolate cake with bits of reese's throughout and it was one of the best damn cakes he had ever had. After having a good laugh at our own expense, he changed the subject.   

"So how are you spending your afternoon?"              

"Cleaning up this crime scene of a bathroom then a shower. Most definitely a shower."            

"What happened to 'Only pussies puke?'"                                                   

I groan, kneading my forehead with my fingertips. Yep, that was said. It used to be our groups' motto everytime we'd go out and get hammered. It was a rule among us, if you puked while drinking you were the one that bought the first round the next time out.  Still, it didn't make it any less cringeworthy. With them it was a tradition, with Ed, it was probably just cocky sounding.                                                                                                                

"Guess I'm a pussy then."                   

"Well, the first step is admittance."               

"I'm pretty sure its acceptance there bud."                  

"What's the difference?"                

I shake my head, not knowing if he was being serious or not. Instead I decide to ask what he was doing. After I scrubbed every inch of my tub clean I took a moment to scour the room for my contacts. While I was highly impressed that I even remembered to take them out, I was less impressed about where I could have put them. After looking throughout my entire apartment, I decide to call it quits.                                                                 

Guess I'll be wearing my glasses until I can get in to get new ones.                                    

I check my phone before I get in the shower.                                     

"Simpsons marathon. I'm trying to watch all of them in a week."                

"You DO know that's impossible right? With over five hundred episodes and each episode being about 22 minutes. You can roughly fit 3 in a little over an hour. All together would be about 183 hours, which is a little over a week. Without sleeping."                                                            

I set my phone down and after a long shower I start to feel like myself again. I wrap my hair up in my towel before brushing my teeth. I definitely looked like hell. My eyes weren't the honey color they usually were, but more of a muddy color. Fitting. It felt like I was wading through a bunch of it. I had always been fair skinned, I spent all of high school being called Wednesday Addams. so the circles that had shown up under my eyes really stood out. As did the light splattering of freckles. They'd lighten up to almost vanishing once winter hit and I wasn't outside nearly as much. The ones on my shoulders and arms were the only ones that stayed the same year round. I traced the long jagged scar that ran from my left eyebrow to my jawbone, curving toward my ear in a elongated crescent shape. I hated that scar. A constant reminder of things I’d like to forget. At least I could cover a majority of it. The only part I couldn’t was the part that cut through my eyebrow, leaving it bare. I drop my hand and pull my hair down before exiting the bathroom.                                                                                                                        

I flop down on my couch, pull up netflix and start browsing for something to watch. It's a shame The Simpsons aren't on here because I kind of want to watch it now. I settled on Dexter instead, getting comfortable under a nearby blanket. Once I get situated hoe I want,  I pull up Ed's message.                                                  

"Thanks for killing my dreams with logic."               

"I'm sorry. Better to find out now than later though."                      

I turn my attention to my tv, watching the opening credits. Oh, steak and eggs, that looks good...I'm kinda hungry. I'll make something quick to eat after this episode. Being snug and warm under my blanket, paired with having a late night with poor sleep I was out before the episode had even properly started.                                                                                                         

I woke up to a dark apartment. Confused and groggy, I feel for my phone, rescuing it from between the couch cushions and searing my eyes all in an attempt to figure out what time it was. 1 A.M. I sat down at 4 in the afternoon. Goodbye normal sleep schedule. I had already missed my morning run and my Saturday trip to the market. Guess I'll go shopping tomorrow instead, but that left me with next to nothing to have for dinner. I could go fetch some takeout I suppose. I notice the notification that Ed had messaged while I was lying in a puddle of my own drool.                                                                                    

"What, that you're gonna shit all on my dreams? Gonna make sharing real hard in the future. How am I gonna feel comfortable telling you about my dream of having my very own nacho bar and chocolate fountain when you'll just squash it with your dirty logic"     

I felt my heart sink when I read the first part of the message thinking I had, in some way, offended him. It wasn't until the latter part of the message did I realise he had been pulling my leg. I laughed out of relief. He was going to keep me on my toes, I can see it now. There's never going to be a dull moment with him in my life.                                         

"Oh you shit I thought you were actually angry! Not the important or feasible ones but I'll keep my 'dirty logic' to myself next time. And you can sign me right up for the nacho bar and chocolate fountain. That's something I can get behind."                                            

I stand up and stretch, trying to work the kinks out of my back and neck before wandering into my kitchen. My toast had long since wore off and my upset stomach was in the distant past. As I rummage around for something quick to make, I hear my phone ping. Surely he's still not up. Sure enough.                              

 "Why are you up at this hour?"                 

"I could ask you the same thing y'know"               

"Got hungry. So I'm gonna go get some breakfast."                    

My stomach growled at the thought of breakfast, especially at the thought of chocolate chip waffles. He just had to say chocolate fountain.                                                                

"Care for some company? Breakfast sounds pretty good."                                 

I bit my bottom lip, staring at the message for a minute or so. I could hear Bridget's comment A girl can ask a guy out you know! I didn't want to butt in where I wasn't welcomed. He may want some alone time or could already be eating with other friends. I also just met him, asking to meet up the next night might come off as desperate or clingy, which is something I really didn't want. I never stress about this kind of stuff. After everything that had happened with Mike, I slammed the door to anything even resembling a relationship. Yet, this felt different, he felt different. I couldn't explain it. I hit send and held my breath. I resisted the urge to throw my phone as far away from me as possible, vowing to never again text a single soul. When I hear that tell tale ping, I almost didn't want to look at it.                                                                                              

"On one condition. You have to come in whatever it is you're wearing right now."                         

I look down at what I was wearing to see just how embarassed I was going to be. When I had gotten ready for my shower I grabbed whatever I could get my hands on. I snorted when I saw I was wearing my black tshirt with a highly faded Scar and Hyenas from the Lion King that said I'm surrounded by idiots and grey leggings I use mostly for running.  Could be worse I suppose. The shirt was in decent shape at least. Maybe he'll get a laugh outta the irony.                                                                                                                                       "You strike hard bargain. Alright, what diner?"               

He sends me the address and I recognise the place. It's not too far, maybe ten minutes by a cab. I grab my sneakers and throw my now dry, but dried in a weird bed head way, hair  up in a sloppy bun. I put my jacket on, checking to make sure I have my wallet and messaged him that I was headed his way now. I flag down a cab and hop in, giving the driver the address. My leg never stopped bouncing the entire time. I practically flew out of the backseat, only stopping to give the cabbie his cash.                                                                    

The drunk crowd wasn't due in for another hour, so a majority of the blue booths were empty. There was a few people seated at the counter and one very haggard looking family, probably stopping for a quick bite to eat before heading back out on the road.  I spotted Ed two tables away in the  corner, closest to the windows. He hadn't seen me come in so I pause before heading over to him in an attempt to collect my thoughts. He was staring out the window, lost in thought. His head resting on one of his hands, the other was wrapped around a mug on the table. He was wearing a plain heather colored tshirt that made the ink on his arms stand out. The whole scene looked so perfect that I slipped my phone out of my pocket and took a quick picture. Not for anyone elses eyes but my own.                                                          

He noticed me as I started walking over to him and he quickly stood up. He was wearing blue and white flannel pajama pants with black and red sneakers. So that's why he told me to come as I am. He looked me up and down and let out a laugh. Those haunting eyes gleaming. I braced myself for the worst but was surprised when a giant smile came across his face.     

"Well look at you, participating in my pancake pajama party!"                                                                                                                                     Do I hug him? That seems too familiar. Do I shake his hand? No, that's to formal. I have to do something. God, he looks good, even in pajama's. Wait, shit, what did he say? Did he say pancake pajamas? Oh, pajama party. That's probably it. What's pancake pajamas? Is that pajamas with pancakes on them or pajamas you wear specfically for eating pancakes? Dammit Adi stay focused!  

"Well that was the price of admission. Who am I to argue? Plus I had absolutely no food in my apartment since I slept through shopping day."                                                             

He motioned for me to sit down, so slid into my side of the booth taking off my jacket and placing it beside me. I noticed a blue hoodie laying on his bench seat. Well, at least he matches I suppose. He sat down across from me, staring intently at my face.                                                    

"I didn't know you wore glasses."                                      

I reached up and touched the side of them, almost like I was making sure they were still there. Of course they are, they just didn't vaporize because he mentioned them, but I guess your social skills did.  I played it off as I was adjusting them, partly wondering if that's what he really wanted to comment on.                                                                                                                                                                                       

"I usually wear contacts but I've seemed to misplace them in my drunken...ness."                                                  

He shuttered. "The thought of sticking something in my eye is just- I'd rather go without seeing for a bit.."                                                                    

"You go without your glasses alot?"                              

"Only when I perform. Or I misplace them. Tend to do that quite often."                                         

I sat there for a moment, toying with the sleeve of my jacket. I could feel his eyes boring into me, patiently waiting, not trying to coax me into talking, just waiting for me to speak on my own. Finally I find my voice (and my courage) asking the one question that had been plaguing me the entire day and the one that I was the most afraid to have answer to.                                                           

"Can I ask you something?"                                    

The corners of his mouth turned upwards, his eyes softened. It looked like he felt slightly guilty about me being noticably worried about his response.  "Of course." His voice was soft and gentle.                                                                                                                      

I take a deep breath. "Why'd you text me? Not that I'm not grateful, I am, I really am. It's just, you've probably got so many girl's giving you their number, why'd you choose me?"                                                                                                                                              

It had all came out in a rambling rush. I could feel my face flushing at the hurried mess that had came out of mouth. Way to play it cool. I expected him to look angry or even offended but he laughed,  throwing me for a loop.                                                                                                                                         

"I'm sorry, I was bracing myself for the worst by the look on your face. You're right, I've had literally hundreds of girls give me their number. And I've never contacted a single one. Never even bothered saving their number. Know why?" I shake my head, starting to worry about what sort of things I could have possibly done to catch his attention when others had failed.  "They gave their number to Ed Sheeran, singer songerwriter. You gave it to Ed, some ginger bloke you met at a bar."                                                                                        

I stare at him in amazement as he takes a sip of his drink. He made a weird face muttering something about proper tea it before putting it aside. He interlaced his fingers together, once again turning all his attention to me. That gaze, it was like I was the only thing that mattered in that moment. It was almost overwhelming. I realised that my mouth had been slightly open, so I closed it in a hurry. I hadn't realised it had been that obvious.                                                          

"How long did it take you to realise I had no clue who you were?"                                                                                                      

"I knew when you introduced yourself.  There was no spark of recognition when I said my name was Ed." He bit his bottom lip, I could tell he was wanting to add something. I must have had the same look of uncertainity on my face just moments ago. I shouldn't be surprised that he'd have questions that he wasn't sure he wanted answered. "Is this going to change things now that you know who I am?"                                                                                                                       

I knew this question would be coming at some point, most likely sooner rather than later and I had given it alot of thought while I was on my hands and knees cleaning my bathroom. I loved order, being in control of my own life. He's got an erratic schedule and I wasn't sure how I was going to feel with the spontaneity that came along with that. On the other hand, something needed to change. I wasn't about to throw in the towel before I had even tried. Or before there's even a 'thing' to try.                                                                                                                                                                      

"No. Well, it will affect some things. I'm not going to lie, there was some freaking out. That's expected I suppose, but it's not a deal breaker if that's what you're wondering. I mean this in the nicest possible way, I couldn't care less about how much you're worth. Hell, I still wouldn't know if it wasn't for my friend Bridget mentioning one of her friends had seen you in town." Relief had flooded over his face. He had leaned back, tilting his head back to look at the ceiling, exhaling as he did so. I could feel all the tension that had filled the booth vanish as quickly as it came.  I hadn't noticed his hands were in fists as he was waiting for my response until he relaxed them.                                                                                                

"Well, that's a big weight off my chest.  I bet your friend really freaked when you told her."                                                                                                                            

"I didn't, actually. She was at the bar and did see you, but not your face. She thinks you're some blonde dude named Ed and I didn't correct her."                                                 

He seemed surprised at my answer, His eyebrows coming up, lost under the ginger curls that hung down his forehead.  He also seemed thrown when I said she thought he was blonde. There was still an odd expression on his face, almost a mix between humor and curiousity.   

"You're a very special person. I guess you weren't lying when you said it didn't make a difference." There's that cute lopsided grin again. He seemed to perk up quickly, eyes gleaming again. "But this leaves me at a huge disadvantage here. You know everything about me, but I don't know anything about you." His hand came up, rubbing his chin in thought.  "Well, besides you're named after your grandmother, you were supposed to be a boy and you're not above doing some fairly dirty dancing around a cue stick as a distraction"  He counted each fact off with his fingers, grinning at the last one.                                                                                                        

I groaned, burying my face in my hands. "Yeah, that sounds about right. I'm competitive under normal situations, but add alcohol to it and I can resort to some pretty over the top methods to win. Did it at least work?"                                                                  

"I was planning on sight seeing today, hit up a couple shops and spent all of it in bed. You tell me."                       

I laughed. At least it wasn't wasted. The waitress chose then to show up looking like we had personally offended her with our presence and laughter. She simply dropped some menus down on the table and asked, quite flatly, what I wanted to drink. After I gave my drink order Ed asked for a glass of water and it was like he had asked for it from God's personal pool. After she walked away, he looked at me, his mouth pulled downwards, his eyes widened slightly, flicking towards her in a 'Oh boy' type of way. I snorted, quickly stifiling my laughter behind my hand. He smirked as I flicked the menu open, pretending to focus really hard on what was printed, while still trying not to laugh. She came back with my coffee and Ed's water with the same gusto she had when bringing the menus. She quickly took our orders and left.                                                                                               

"So, you were going to help fill in some blanks?"                                        

I nod, "Right, well you're really not at a disadvantage. I only pulled your picture up to see if you were really, well, you. I wanted to find out things the old fashioned way. But, I'll tell you my whole life story, if you answer one more question."                                      

"Is it 'what were you doing at a metal show?'"                             

"What we're you doing at a metal show?"                       

"I wanted a night out, without having to deal with a bunch of fans. Who gives no fucks about Ed Sheeran? Metal heads. Where's the last place you'd expect Ed Sheeran? At a metal show. I got to have an great night without having to deal with a flock of people asking things from me. Plus I met you, I call that a win."                               

He was right. Metal heads definitely couldn't care less. You tell a metal head you like Ed Sheeran, they'll look at you, kinda tilt their head to the side and go 'aww, that's so cute'      

"Well, a deal's a deal. Whadya wanna know?"                   

"Whatever you're comfortable with telling."                                                          

I take a sip of my coffee. Whatever I'm comfortable with telling huh? Interesting wording, alright then.                                                                                                                                     

"Well, lets start off with the basics.  I'm 25, orginally from Dublin, Ohio. I moved out here when I turned eighteen and got a nice office job where I do a bunch of boring ass stuff that's completely meaningless. I've got an older brother and my parents are divorced. I'll let you decide what to focus on from there"                                                                             

"Let's go with family. You've an older brother? How's your guy's relationship, typical sibling one?"                                            

"His name's Nate, he's 28 and stayed back in Dublin to work at our dad's office. We're close now, but when we were younger there was definitely a sibling rivarly that went on."                                                                                                                                        

"Was some of that anger from the fact that he got things from the souvenir shops and you didn't?"                                    

Out of all the ways he could have worded he had a normal name and you drew the short stick, he chose that. That earned him yet another laugh. I wonderd if he was tired of hearing it.  Or worse, that I was just laughing because I found him attractive.                                                                                                                            

"Nah, it was more of a resentment due to the fact he was dad's favorite. When I was little I thought Nate was stealing all the attention and there wasn't any left over for me. It was when I was older and realised that they just had more in common and if Dad really wanted to spend time with me, he would. Laying the blame on Nate wasn't fair because he wasn't the problem.  That's when our relationship grew out of the petty fighting bullshit. Now we talk at least once a week and visit each other twice a year, outside of holidays."                                                                                                                           

"Your parents divorced? Did he go with your dad, you stay with your mum? Have two Christmases, that sort of thing?"                                              

I shake my head  "They didn't separate until I turned 18 and moved out here. You could tell when we were younger that they were in a 'stay together for the kids' type of marriage. They waited until we were out of the house so it wouldn't affect our childhood. The spilt was pretty amicable and they're still on pretty good terms. We all still get together during the holidays and everything. They just fell out of love and drifted apart."

Is that what I have to look forward to? I don't know what's worse, losing interest in a person that loves you or having the person you love tell you they just don't care about you anymore.                                                       

I hadn't realised I had drifted off into my own little world and missed what Ed had said until I felt his hand touch mine. light, like he was worried that he was going to startle me.  His eyebrows were furrowed in a look of concern.                                                                                                                      

"You alright? You kinda had this weird look come over your face."                                                     

I took a deep breath and forced myself to smile. I felt a rush of guilt come over me at the look on his face. Don't go there Adi, not tonight.                                                                                                 

"Yeah, I'm okay, just got wrapped up in my thoughts is all. Sorry, what did you say?"                                                                 

I could tell he wasn't buying what I was selling, "Are you sure? If I did something to upset-'             

I cut him off. "No, you've done nothing, honestly." I added when he still looked unconvinced. "I promise." I held the pinky finger of my free  hand out and he gave me a amused look before locking his own pinky in with mine.                                                             

He gave my other  hand a squeeze and I must admit, it felt nice. That simple act really meant alot. He didn't let go of my hand, his thumb rubbing gentle circles on the back of it. I felt myself relaxing, focusing on the soothing repetitive motion.                                                

"So, what do you're parents do for a living? You said your dad had an office, what about your mum?"                                                      

I welcomed the subtle subject change. "She's a teacher, first grade. I alway kind of felt bad because Dad was always caught up in his work so she had to deal with fighting kids at school, come home and have to play peacemaker between me and Nate. She has the patience of a saint, my mom has"                                                                                  

"Sounds like you admire her a great deal."                         

"I do, I wish I had half the strength she does."                                                    

Whatever he was about to say was cut off by the waitress coming with our order. It was only then did he release my hand. She placed my plate of chocolate chip waffles in front of me and Ed's plates of pancakes, scrambled eggs, a couple sausage patties and toast. We thanked her and got a half hearted nod in reply. I poured a generous amount of syrup on my waffles. Ed picked up one of the sausage patties with his fork, studying it closely before putting it back down, muttering "I'll never understand your sausage. Americans are weird." I watch in a mortified fascination as he poured an excessive amount of ketchup on his eggs and sausage. Enough to warrent the joke 'would you like some eggs to go with your ketchup’ but I kept it to myself. He probably heard that enough.                                                                                                                

The conversation died down slightly as we ate our food. Ed had suggested we share, that way we could try each other's meal. I had a sneaking suspicion that he just really wanted to try my waffles. He offered up a bite of his pancakes off his fork. Instead of taking the fork, I lean forward and take the bite. He smiled, sliding the fork out of my mouth, watching my reaction as I chewed. I savored the sweet taste. Light, fluffy, with a hint of butter. I held out a fork full of waffle, that just happened to be loaded with chocolate. His bite seemed to go in slow motion once his lips hit that fork. Slowly dragging the food off, his tonuge gliding over them, licking the syrup chocolate mixture off. His eyes closed, a look of bliss coming over his face. I don't think he could have made that any hotter if he had tried.                                                                                                                               

As we ate, Ed told me some about his life back home. How him and his brother left home at practically the same time and the struggles he faced as a sixteen year old trying to make it in the music world. We had kept chatting long after the food was gone. I hadn't realised how long we had been sitting there until a large crowd of drunken guys came stumbling in choosing to sit a booth away. One of them kept glancing our way and you could see the gears turning as he was trying to figure out why Ed looked so familar. Ed must have noticed because he leaned forward on the table, using me and the back of the booth to shield him from view.                                                                                                                 

"You want to get out of here"? It's starting to get a bit rowdy."                                     

He wasn't lying. The group had be causing a bit of a ruckus, practically screaming at each other, spilling their drinks on the table, floor and each other. The guy that kept looking at our booth nudged the guy beside him, pointing to our booth. Now they were both looking our direction. It was only a matter of time before they figured it out and we had the entire diner at our table asking for pictures and autographs.                                                                                           

"I agree, let's leave before the next wave comes in. It's gonna fill up fast."                                    

No sooner than when he went up to go pay, another group came in. I was standing by the door so our table could be cleaned and be used for the next group. While I waited one of the guys that had just came in wandered over. He leaned against the wall, uncomfortably close, leering down at me.                                                                                                                                                   

"What's a hottie like you doing in a place like this?"                                        

I could tell he was drunk but not as drunk as his companions. He was pretty average looking, tall, thin, black hair that was held back with hair gel, his brown eyes fighting to stay focused on me, a hint of lust hidden behind the alcohol cloud.  The smell of booze radiating from him. When I turned to look up him, I saw his eyes go straight to the left side of my face, his eyes widened and an Oh...popped out of his mouth.                                                                                                

Typical reaction. I had a retort on on the tip of my tongue, ready to shoot back at him but was cut off before I could get it out.                                                                                          

"Is there a problem, love?"             

I felt Ed's arm come around my waist, pulling me closer to him in a protective sort of way. I wrap mine around his waist in return. He was calm, but I could detect a hint of anger in his voice. I could feel how tense he was, his grip tightening on my hip. Is he jealous? Or is he just over protective? Maybe he senses something about the guy that I don't.  I start rubbing small circles on his back in hopes it would calm him. It was almost like he was on guard. The guy looked him over, like he was sizing him up. The moment seemed to drag on for an eternity.                                                           

"Nah man, we were just talking." The guy looked Ed up and down. His eyes squinting as he stared at his face. "You look familiar, do I know you?"

Ed brushed it off, his voice still a little heated. His grip still not loosening. I noticed he was angling himself so that he was between me and the  guy. "I get that alot, I’ve just got one of those faces."                                                                                                                                   The guy had been loud enough that the entire diner's eyes were on us. Great, Exactly what he had been trying to avoid. Ed opened the door, gently guiding me out of it. The last thing I heard was "Hey, wait you’re -" The door shut before the guy could finish his sentence. I did however see the waitress's stunned face through the glass, her mouth open slightly. I smirked, kind of glad she hadn't recognised him. By the look on Ed's face he was glad as well, but he still had a dark expression.                                                                                                                             

"That guy was nothing but bad news. I hope you don't think I did what I did because I thought you couldn't handle your own."                                                                      

"I didn't. Hey, don't let that drunken douche ruin our night."                                                

He seemed to relax at that. He finally dropped the gloomy expression and let a small smile break through.                                                                       

"You're absolutely right. Well, what do you want to do now?"                           

I pondered for a minute, thinking of what we could do so early in the morning. Finally it clicked. He did say he was supposed to spend the day sight seeing. What's stopping us now? We could still go visit the parks and square. It's not like they close.                                                                          

"Well, you said you wanted to go sight seeing right?"                                      

He must have thought I was joking. When he saw my face he realised I was being serious, he scoffed "What, right now?"                                                      

I shrugged "Why not? It's a nice night, the sky's clear, it's not overly cold and there's not a flock of people around. So you really get to enjoy yourself."          

He looked at me in a what am I getting myself into sort of way before shrugging, shaking his head.                                                                                                                                                                                     "Why not, I couldn't have a better guide."                                    

As we walked, Ed's pulled his arm away from my waist, slipping his hand into mine. I was pointing out landmarks, good places to eat, what places had the best coffee and most importantly, places he'd want to avoid if he wanted to go under the radar. After I had ran out of the major hot spots, I started to show him some of my personal favorite spots, one of them being a certain train car I mentioned to him earlier. There was one spot in particular I wanted to show him. A simple park, with the river cutting through one part and a fountain in the middle lit by small flood lights lights. Sometimes there would be live musicians playing, giving it a whismical feel. The trees around the fountain were always wrapped in white christmas lights. If I ever needed to decompress or take a minute, this is where you could find me. We sat on a bench in front of the fountain, taking in the the view.             

"I found this park my first week living here." My voice was soft.  My gaze had turned to the fountain, letting my eyes fall out of focus. My mind going back to my first visit. Ed's attention was fully on me when I started talking. I could feel him shift on the bench so he was facing me instead of facing forward.  "I was scared, this was the first time living on my own and I was hundreds of miles away from any family. It was pretty lonely, I'll admit, I had thought maybe I had made a mistake. I was wandering around, kind of lost since I hadn't quite figured out where everything was at. What better way than just wandering aimlessly, right? Then I stumbled across this place. The sun had just started to set and there was this lone jazz musician playing a pretty sad tune on a trumpet." Ed's eyes never left my face as I talked. I had pulled out my wallet, turning it over and over in my hands. My eyes had completely glazed over, overtaken by the nostaglia  "I was wondering if I'd ever be able to call this place home. So I did what any child would do. I made my wish on a coin and threw it in the fountain. It sort of became a tradition. Any time I'm upset or feeling lost I come here and chuck another coin in the fountain." I fished a couple pennies out and held my hand out. He picked one out of the palm of my hand.                                                                                                   

"Did it come true? Your wish?" His voice just as soft as mine. I turned to him, finally meeting his gaze.                                                                                                                           

"Yeah, it did."                                                                                      

"Well then, if it worked once...Close your eyes and make a wish." His eyes twinkling in the light of the fountain. I stood up, walking up to edge of the fountain. Ed had followed suit, standing to the left of me. I follow his suggestion and close my eyes, wrapping my hand around the small coin, holding it close to my chest in a clenched fist. Let this be the beginning of something good. I'm so tired of all the bad.  I released the coin, hearing it's faint splash as is sank to the bottom with all the other wishes. I kept my eyes closed, hoping it wouldn't have a nasty twist like the last one. It may have came true, but it ended up causing alot of heartache in the end. I'm either an optimst at heart or just too stupid know when to give up.                                                                   

I felt his arm come around my waist pulling me towards him.  His lips came to mine, brushing against them gently. That little sneak. No wonder he told me to close my eyes. I slip my arms around his neck, threading my fingers through his thick, silky hair. Once he knew I was fully accepting of his kiss, it changed from careful to something more. I could feel his mouth open, his tonuge just grazing over my bottom lip. I opened my mouth, letting his tonuge in.  His other hand came up, settling on the back of my head, his thumb brushing against my unmarked cheek. I found myself pressing against him, my hands pulling his head closer to mine, his arm pulling me closer to him in response. It felt like he was simataneously filling me and emptying me at the same time. I felt a pull from deep inside, bringing with it a spark of yearning. We could have stood there for minutes, it could have been hours. When he finally pulled away, I lightly bit his bottom lip, letting my teeth drag across.                                                                           

"Wow..." I muttered breathlessly.                              

"Wow indeed, I've been waiting all night to do that." His thumb was still brushing against my cheek, the other hand at my back.                                                         

"Was it worth the wait?"                                     

"It was more than I ever could have wished for." His voice was low and husky                                                           

"I agree, nothing could have prepared me for that."                                             

When we separated, he reached into his jacket pocket, pulling out the penny I had given him. He looked down at it, letting his own eyes fall closed. A small smile forming on his face,  he jostled it a couple times before tossing it into the fountain with mine. Light had just began creeping its way across the sky, mingling with what stars were left. He took my hand in his again before we headed off in the direction of his hotel. We stopped just outside the door, still hand in hand.                                                                                                                                         

"Well, this isn't exactly how I pictured our first date..." He said sheepishly, running his hand through his hair.                                    

I'm guessing he had pictured us in a restaurant, nice clothes, sort of romantic. Not at a diner at 2 AM and definitely not in causal sleepwear.                                                                                                     

"Me either, but I had a really good time. If I could do it over, I would keep everything the same." I wrinkle my nose  "Might have taken Douchey Mcgoo out of the picture though "                         

He hesitiated, pulling his sleeves down over his hands again. I'm starting to see that it had nothing to do with hiding his tattoos, it's a nervous habit of his. "Would you- would you like to come upstairs? I've still got, what, seven days of the Simpsons to get through, if you'd care to join me. It's alot more fun when you've got someone to laugh and enjoy it with."                                                                                       

After a brief debate of is he talking about watching the simpsons or "watching the simpsons" I had decided.                                                             

“I'd like that. I'm not ready to call it a night just yet."

[supersamevans]

Unwrapping Some Presents

Tagging: Sam Evans and Kitty Wilde

Timeframe: November 5th

Location: Kitty’s Birthday Party

Notes: During spin the bottle at her birthday party, Kitty gets a very interesting present from Sam. And a necklace.

Trigger Warning: foreplay.

Kitty

At least half the party has already passed and Kitty enjoyed it a lot so far. She wasn't sure if it was a good decision to invite half the school including losers she wanted nothing to do with, but it turned out funnier that she expected - Kitty didn't wanna join glee club but loving singing and dancing it was a good opportunity to do it with the half of the school who's actually good at it. Spin the bottle game was not exactly what Kitty was planning to enjoy since there were only one boy who she was interested in kissing tonight, but somehow Quinn's arguments how fun it will be grew on Kitty and she gave up. Mason Well that one would be easy - Kitty thought, smirking before leaning to Mason to smooch him.6 novembre 2017

Sam

For being the first party he attended since his family moved to Ohio, Sam could say that things were going great. Not for the party per se, which was being fun, especially considering how glee people and football ones were able to coexist for one night without creating a slushie massacre. The hugest thought on his mind was actually the chance of being alone with Kitty for a change, something that had seemed pretty much impossible since he asked her out on meteor shower night. When spin the bottle was suggested, he couldn't help but waver a little. Knowing his reknown luck, getting the bottle to point at Kitty was going to be a mission impossible, but seeing how eager everyone was about it, he just went with the flow. He found himself staring at the bottle as Kitty spun it on the floor, his eyes darting on the Cheerio boy as the two got closer. Lucky guy he thought to himself, wondering if looks could be lethal -or maybe a little bit painful?- to some people.

Kitty

Kitty saw enough in McKinley to say glee kids could use someone having their backs and that ridiculous idea of having jocks, cheerios and glee freaks at the same time strangely worked, even if it was for one night. Feeling a bit bad about kissing Mason, Kitty still found it a bit funny that every time Sam asked her out, it ended up in him watching her kissing the other boy. Touching Mason's lips and feeling his mint breath, Kitty heard the bottle spinning again knowing without even watching that it was Sam hurrying for them to stop. Looks like I'm popular today, guess that's what birthday girl gets Kitty smiled watching Sam's bottle pointing at her and for a moment she wanted to believe it was some magic Sam created.

Sam

It was either a case of bad luck or the fact that the universe didn't want him to get closer to the girl, it was that simple. At least now it wasn't his date going weirdly but a game, it helped making the thoughts less bitter about the situation. Sam felt Mike lightly elbowing at him, which gave him the chance to get his hands on the bottle and spin it, adding a "my turn!" in a cheerful voice, before Kitty's kiss to Mason was over. It was a matter of focusing all his energies, force of will or whatever one might call that, but the bottle stopped pointing right in front of him, where Kitty was sitting. He smiled, leaning over the bottle to reach Kitty, as his stomach gave a little twist -butterflies, at the worst moment he could get a severe case of them. The game supposed to have just some sort of peck and then go back to respective seats, but it was clear the moment his lips touched the other's that it was not going to be like that. Room fell silent, or at least that's what his mind told him: music in the background turned to zero, voices were just a buzzing sound in the back of his head. It was him and Kitty: her lips and their taste, her perfume, his hands reaching up to cup her face and hold that moment for a bit longer. It felt like the feeling one got with fireworks, the same feeling of looking at them in awe and hoping it's a moment that never stops. Which, unfortunately, happened when he heard Sugar voice calling for her turn. Sam pulled away slightly, looking at Kitty's green eyes, starstruck and unable to do anything but smile and stroke lightly her cheek, before Sugar intimated him to go back to his seat so she could spin the bottle.  He got back to his spot on the floor, unable to look away from the girl in front of him.

Kitty

While Kitty had thought about them kissing for a while already, she never expected it to be like this - in front of whole school, in the middle of drunk game - knowing it's gonna be Sam's first kiss, she wanted it to be some sort of special, being a romantic guy he is, Sam probably imagined it million times and she doubted at least one of these times required spin the bottle game and glee club and Titans around. She talked herself into doing it seeing Sam's face so much closer to her than usual, saying to herself she'll make up for it later and will give him a proper first kiss experience and leaned to him touching his lips. Kitty kissed guys before, but that was something new. Wow the moment his soft lips touched hers and his hand went to grab her face, Kitty knew she doesn't wanna kiss anyone else today - even for the game, it was like little fireworks filled the room the moment their tongues touched each other. Kitty didn't even wanna think if guy lied to her about it being his first kiss or he was just naturally so good at this, but she knew she doesn't wanna stop. She quickly sent Sam"Wanna play again? My room. I give you 30 seconds" text, curious if it'd be just as good without a game or anyone around and talked everyone she needs a new drink quickly sneaking in her room, smirking as she felt Sam was grabbing her hand moments after.

Sam

The game seemed to be forgotten after that kiss. Even though their friends were still cheering on the random couples who kissed each other over the bottle, filling the room with crazy laughters, his eyes were still fixed on Kitty. It all happened in a whirlwind: first kiss, first kiss with Kitty, the text he just got. Which actually reminded him that the girl in front of him had her phone in her hands and was now getting up and saying something he didn't really grasp. He took a look at his phone, getting on his feet as soon as he saw Kitty's name on the display. 30, 29, 28- he lost count and didn't even manage to find a good excuse for going away, though Mike's smirk clearly said that he didn't have to explain himself at all.  15, 14, 13... With the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Kitty and followed her through a door. His hand grabbed hers and gently pulled her close to himself to meet her lips once again, briefly this time. He smiled as his arm laced around her waist. "3, 2, 1... here we are," he said playfully.

Kitty

It was new to see Sam being so flirty and playful, but she actually liked it a lot. "3,2,1...look at you being just at time for giving me my presents, good job, Evans" she stopped for a bit to give him a proper deep sensual kiss only pausing to grasp some air, although that moment she was ready to stop breathing just not to stop with Sam "Well this is what you can call your first kiss, I mean without anyone around and not because of the game" Fireworks didn't go anywhere and kitty was grateful they had plenty of time to go on after she gets her presents. Speaking of which, present Sam gave to her was very special, very pretty...and very Sam, she didn't know any other guy who would give her a constellation neckless. While Kitty didn't wear anything on her neck except simple chain with a cross, she wanted to put it on the moment she saw the beautiful piece. "Will you help me?"-she playfully looked at Sam over the shoulder, putting her hair up leaving him a place to do it without any hair getting stuck in the locker. She felt Sam pressing his muscular chest into her back and was ready to hear the sound of the locker getting closer but she wasn't ready for what she felt next - Sam's lips leaving soft kisses on her neck, moving slowly to her shoulder. She arched her back a little as saying him not to stop and closed her eyes for a second before murmuring "how about my second present?"

Sam

Before he had time to reply about his presents, he was surprised to see Kitty going for a deeper kiss. It was natural to tighten his grasp around her waist and keep her close, to better kiss her lips, to make her feel comfortable as he was holding her. When she pulled away, he leaned in a little bit more, though conscious that air was still well needed to go on. With an embarassed smile, eyes far from her this time, he tried to play it cool and shook his head. "If I had to say anything about it, I'd say that first one was cool but you made this one even better." And oh, how much he wanted to just lean in again and let her take his breath away once again, but his common sense striked before her could do it once again. Pulling a bit away, Sam gave her the little box containing the constellation necklace.  He'd spent two hours wondering if that gift was too much or not enough, but the look on the girl's face spoke for itself. Taking the necklace from her hand, he positioned behind her back to help with the clasp. "It's Scorpius constellation, and it's because you're a Scorpio,"  in a low voice, his fingers slowly moved on her neck. "And the curious thing is that not for everyone it's a scorpion," his words became a low whisper as the clasp went to his place and he leaned to kiss her soft skin, following the line of the shoulder, right where the strap covered her shoulder. He gently put it aside to better trail that spot of skin with slow, measured kisses. Kitty's response to that made him stop for a second, feeling her back pressed against him, so perfectly combined with him in that moment. A small smirk formed on his lips at her question, so he gently made her turn and pointed at the bowtie he had worn that night. "Thought you had noticed I've had this all night long already, waiting for you to unwrap."7 novembre 2017

Kitty

Kitty never was a big fan of bow ties, but this boy managed to be cute even with it. It was even sweet that Sam thought of something she would be able to keep after "I am impressed you don't wear an actual wrapping paper on you"-grinning, Kitty mentally thanked her dad for asking her help with ties and bow ties before and after events so Kitty knew it would only take seconds of her to get rid of it. It always was mean when Sam called her midget, but height difference between them was really big- leaning to Sam's lips the moment she got rid of bow tie, Kitty was pleased with high heels she was wearing. It was only seconds before Kitty felt Sam quickly lifted her up and pressed her back to the wall; without stopping their passionate kiss even for a second, Kitty adjusted her position placing her legs just around boy's waist noticing how perfectly they fit for each other. It was a bit scary to go further not knowing if Sam will really stop when she asks, but their not quite sober minds were out of control - Kitty didn't even remember how her fingers started unbuttoning his shirt, getting rid of it and her palms started stroking his muscular biceps and chest as they did it before million times. "Let's get to the bed, mr Present" her low voice broke the silence in the room, although Kitty was whispering it into his ear, pressing her body even closer to him before touching blonde boy's neck with her lips.

Sam

A laugh escaped from Sam's lips at her words, and he quickly shook his head. "I tried, but the result wouldn't have been that good. I'm already wrapped enough." Compared to the full hour he had spent on youtube trying to figure out how to make the perfect bowtie, Kitty's hands untied the knot in such a hot way that it made impossible not to go for a longer and more intense kiss. It came natural to him to lift the girl up and let her back rest against the wall, leaving a trail of kisses from the corner of her mouth to the neck and back to her lips, only to gently nibble the bottom one in a teasing way. As her hands were working their way through the shirt, Sam kept his hold on her, enjoying the closeness of their bodies, their heat when together, especially now that a layer of fabric went on the floor. Her whisper against his ear sent a shiver down his spine, and he nodded slightly with a soft moan at the pressure of her smooth lips against his skin. Holding her as tight as he could to not lose that closeness, he carefully set Kitty on the bed and let her lie down so he could be on top of her, propped on his elbow. With his free hand, he started stroking her body under him to reach the hem of her top. Her skin was soft and warm, so smooth under his touch, it was impossible not to taste it again with his lips by going to her collarbone and slid his fingers further under the fabric, to hold her by the hip.

Kitty

There was no way in hell it was first time Sam got intimate with a girl, Kitty would never believe it, cause boy was too sure about what to do - from being assertive firmly pressing her to the wall to gently carrying her to the bed not forgetting to leave kisses on her lips down to her neck while his hands were sliding all over her body. After what happened years ago, Kitty wasn't always okay with boys touching her more private parts but feeling Sam's palms on her butt while he was holding her felt oh so right. Hours of working out in a gym totally paid of for Sam, not only giving him a spectacular upper body but also letting him holding her with his strong biseps without even being puffed. With any other guy she'd freak out even at shirtless making out phase - as much as she seemed to be slutty, Kitty's past left a huge mark on her, but with Sam it felt so good and so natural that she was willing to go further, she even felt safe having the weight of his body on her which never happened before. Kitty closed her eyes feeling how Sam's lips went down to her collarbone while his hand pulled the top highter exposing her toned flat belly, her skin was heating under his kisses trembling when Sam went where no one else kissed her before - from her cleavage to her stomach, she was so thankful Sam didn't went too far although from the tiny noses he made and his hand grabbing her hip she could tell boy didn't mind.And it's not like her body felt any different since with every kiss going lower she felt the growing heat inside of her body signaling her how much he turns her on. Bringing him up again with their open mouth kisses, Kitty allowed his hands to slide from her bare legs to the curve of her butt before it went highter gently grabbing her breast through the clothes. There was no need for talking at all, cause even if they weren't sure what to do, their wasted bodies knew everything working so perfectly together.Placing her hands around boy's waist she was able to roll over to, finally becaming in position of control. With making few slight grinding moves as she places her legs apart she rised up to his lips, teasingly touching his tongue with her own before going deeper for a kiss. Muscules under her touches tensed reacting to her fingers sliding on his chest while girl went a little lover quickly trailing from his neck to his chest with her tongue before kissing his muscular chest putting her plump lips down his abs going lower and lower with every touch.

Sam

If someone told him that he was gonna get that kind of time with Kitty Wilde, the girl that had literally stole his thoughts and attention after what could've seemed a weird start, he wouldn't have believed it. Up until a couple of weeks ago it was impossible to imagine that the outcome of a kiss -if there could've been a kiss!- was going to be that. To be able to be close to her and way more, to kiss her, lift her up in his arms and feel the heat of her body pressed against his, to be able to look at her lying on her own bed, as beautiful as always, even when she was flustered. The fact that it was the first time he went that far with someone, not once that thought had stopped him -as if alcohol wasn't playing its part in that- it all came natural with her. With every touch he could appreciate every corner of her, getting closer to her skin and exposing it a little bit further before kissing it multiple times, tracing invisible lines on it.His hand sliding on her bare thigh, he reached the hem of the skirt but went up again, and there Kitty surprised him again placing it on her butt. He didn't waste a second to look at her or say something, but only leaned to get a kiss from her lips, catching her breath in that exact moment, as his fingers delved into her back, arched in a way that made him wanna feel again that body against his. The switch of position definitely didn't interfere with that desire, as his hands were now free to wander on her as much as she did. Sure she made it hard to do, as every touch sent a shiver to his spine that made him get tense. His hands slid again on her back, stopping on her butt and squeezing it lightly through the fabric, as if there was still space for insecurity after they threw some boundaries like that. Any possible thoughts was deleted from her kisses, a trail starting on his neck and going lower, lower and lower- making Sam moan again, his breath now shallow, eyes closed. With his body reacting like that to simple kissing, he propped himself up again to gently pull her closer, hands sliding again on her upper body, slowly and almost methodic as they stopped on her breast; and even with fabric between him and her bare skin, he still pressed his lips against her cleavage and down, like she just did, hands holding her still , tiny as she was, until he found that little spot of exposed skin, where he lingered longer.

Kitty

Sam was really different from all other guys Kitty've met through her life - she was watching him going for her for weeks without pushing her even once - he respected her boundaries and had gained her trust piece by piece over past few weeks. Maybe that's why she was so relaxed with him, knowing that the only thing that would take boy to stop is her asking once; yet she didn't wanna use any stop words until Sam goes too far - she even let him go freely to the danger zones which she never was okay with dudes touching - safety of his slow touches let her relax and forgot about bad thoughts. It only felt natural to close her eyes while they suddenly went to what was more like foreplay then just kisses- like his hand sliding on her thigh going up to her ass with only tiny fabric between them as her lips and tongue founding it's way on his warm body. While the light was off, Kitty could swear they looked messy - Sam's hair she was going through with her hands were messy, last prints of her red lipstick were supposed to stay on boy's neck and chest while she was on top of him basically in her underwear - top's strings went to the side about an hour ago and raised by Sam, top was barely closing her chest while her shirt went up to her waist as she placed her legs apart of him. Sam gave her the feeling she've been avoiding since that cursed sleepover - he turned her on crazily and it scared her. Despite having only couple of glasses of champaign, it felt like her mind was out of her body watching from aside how she arched her back feeling boy exploring every inch of her body with his lips. Right at the moment they were moving just in her cleavage with his hands so naturally went to cup her boobs - while boy didn't focused on her nipples separately she was wondering if he felt how they went hard under the fabric as his fingers slipped through it.With his lips going so close under fabric, she brought him up slowly moving their position into her sitting on top of him. "Hey hot stuff", - Kitty murmured smiling as she pressed her bare stomach into his. Her arms wrapped around his neck as she went for the kiss, allowing her to do slow grinds as they got lost in their kiss. "Hey Kitty are you ok....Jesus" - hearing Spence's voice and seeing light touched the room, Kitty opened her eyes in one moment trying to adjust the top as her best friend didn't noticed what they were doing with Sam as she was sitting on top of shirtless guy. Not being sure what to tell, Kitty noticed the grin of approval on Spencer's lips as he said "You two are amazing, keep doing whatever you were doing, imagine I was never there", closing the door before they even were able to come with any reply. Kitty rolled to lay down next to Sam as she was adjusting her clothes on it's place "Well it was a bit awkward. I guess we need to come back since people started noticing we're away" It took girl few minutes to go back to normal breathing still feeling electricity in her body as she reached out for Sam's hand, intertwining fingers with his.

Sam

With no lights in the room and the body of Kitty on his, it was like being in a dream, a dream where it was hard to wake up from.  Even though his head was light due to the alcohol, which hadn't been much at all, it was most of all her way to move on him that drove him crazy. It was irresistible. With every little expression of pleasure, the need to further and explore more of her skin with his lips was more and more urgent. His hands were still on hear breasts as his kisses went down and down, but gladly let her guide him until they could shift position and welcome her in his arms again. He pulled her so close that they could almost be one thing, skin against what remained of shifted fabric, and smiled on her lips hearing her voice. "Hey, gorgeous." She got closer as well, allowing him to wrap his arms around her hips again, following that grinding movement. He was gonna shift position again when he heard the clock click. Lights were on again and, through his clouded mind, he heard Spencer's voice as if it was far, very far. Something clicked in his mind too, because a panicked gaze went from the guy to Kitty, his mouth open to find words he really didn't have but his arms still tight around the girl.Spencer got away literally in a blink, but the magic was now gone. Kitty pulled away but stayed close. "Awkward is only the first word to describe it," he joked, his breath still shallow, but happy to hold her hand and not ready to let fo of that moment. "I know, but stay a little while?" he asked, reaching out to let her rest against him. "Just for a little while, then I promise will get back to best party of the year." They gave themselves the time to calm down a little bit, close like that, until it really looked like the right time to get away. Kitty helped him getting back his shirt, slowly buttoning it up; it was tempting, for a moment, to lean in and kiss her again, but he let her go, listening to her advice of going out a little bit after her, so that it didn't seem like they'd been there all that time. Which, if he only could've expressed his feelings as he wanted, was exactly something he would've done. Still, Sam looked at her get away with a sigh. Realization of being in too deep hit hard, even though he was really aware of that. A couple of minutes more, and he got out as well, going back to the party.

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modern levi ackerman dating headcanons

lowercase intended !

levi ackerman x gn!reader

- firstly, lets get love language out of the way

- i think his love language would be acts of service

- so like, he'll brew your coffee for you and set out your favourite mug when he goes to the kitchen to make his tea (bc we all know he'd wake up earlier than you 🙄)

- or he'll pick up a muffin from your favourite bakery on his way home

- or if you ask him to remind you to do something later, he's immediately writing it out on a sticky note and sticking it somewhere youd notice

- he notices youre getting low on your favourite moisturizer ? or lipbalm ? he's taking a picture of the packaging and getting it the next time he drives past walmart or smth

- he just does little things that help make your day better

- now i feel like a lot of people say this already, but he is NOT very comfortable with public displays of affection

- its not that he doesnt like it when you touch him, or hold his hand, or kiss his cheek, he just gets flustered and feels like everyone is watching you two

- but one thing he does allow is looping your arms together while you walk, especially in crowded streets

- it doesnt mean he doesnt like being close with you, he just hates doing it public. when youre alone ? hes ALL OVER YOU.

- "will you play with my hair ?"

- "levi im working."

- "okay can you multitask ?" motherfucker 😐

- doesnt matter if hes the big spoon or little spoon, just being close to you is enough.

- also would try and get used to your love language

- if your love language is physical touch hes genuinely surprised by how many times you put his hands on him each day (NOT in a sexual way) like even his mother never touched him as much and he's a momma's boy 😳

- when you wake up your coming out to the kitchen to fill your coffee, but not before kissing the top of his head as you walk past

- then youre guzzling down your coffee like its water before putting it in the sink and walking back, petting his head in the process

- you'll hug him while hes cooking, or brushing his teeth. youre giving him kisses before he leaves and when he comes home, just little small acts of love, but it happens so frequently that levi cant help but notice it

- your love language is verbal affirmations ? youre getting your coffee while saying "goodmorning beautiful"

- "i love yous" are thrown at him a lot, they never fail to make him feel better

- youll compliment this man and he short circuits for a second, quickly gets used to it as time goes on

- also too i think he'd be taller in a modern au, but not very very tall like erwin, im talking 5'7" to 5'9"

- and he's fine with his height, it doesn't bother him that much, he's the average height of a man so what's the big deal ?

- also he really doesnt care about height either. youre shorter than him ? cool, that means he can bend down to give you little forehead kisses. around the same height as him ? awesome, that makes it easier for him to give you a peck on the lips. taller than him ? mf he'll climb you like a tree if he has to. really doesn't care.

- also doesn't have a preferences for body type or anything. he thinks that character is way more important than looks 100% and he'll always find different things about you beautiful. your laugh is weird ? k now he's making you two watch a john mulaney special to so youll laugh. hate your belly and wanna lose weight, he's holding you and telling you to only lose weight if you genuinely want to be "healthier" and not so you get skinny. your acne scars bother you ? he's kissing your cheeks a lot more than usual, but you can't complain. literally Loves Every Part of You

- also i think his family would absolutely ADORE YOU and his friends for that matter

- miss kuchel is pulling you into a hug the first time she sees you, and is so accomodating and sweet. shes genuinely interested in your interests and what you do for a living, and will NOT hesitate to get levi's baby pictures out if you ask.

- his uncle ? he probably wont be there for the family dinner, but then kuchel's gonna call him up like "levi's s/o ?? absolutely spectacular !!" and then hes like "huh maybe i gotta come visit to see the runt and his lover"

- also i think in a modern au, kuchel wouldve gotten really sick when levi is a boy, so kenny would have came home to take care of his sister and try and take care of levi. in the end she got better, and he went back to his own home, but now she requests that he come for at least one family holidy so they can all spend it together

- BUT back to mr. ackerman

- idk what he'd do in modern times, i used to think he'd be a good english professor for a university, but then i saw a headcanon that he'd go into law school and become a lawyer, and honestly ?? it makes sense

- after a long day at work he just wants to come home to you, he'll find you on the couch reading or doing some of your own work, so he'll just slip off his coat and blazer and undo his tie while slipping off his shoes by the door. before plopping his head in your lap and requesting you to play with his hair.

- if you don't live with him hes taking a shower and then immediately calling you asking to come over. if you can ?? great he'll be in bed waiting to be spooned. if not, thats fine, but levi would like to facetime and rant.

- also has the absolute WORST road rage

- "that little prick cut me off !"

- "levi he's taking his driver's test !"

- "so ? i hope that instructor doesn't give the idiot a pass 🙄" and then will immediately honk his horn at the poor kid.

- also wouldnt be a clean freak like in canonverse. his whole "everything has to be spotless" stuff stems from trauma, specifically being left in an apartment with his decaying mother for weeks on end, but since kuchel is alive that never happens

- were things a little hectic during the time she was sick ? sure ! but kenny always tried to tidy up a bit when he saw it was getting to levi.

- levi just likes things to be neat and tidy, he doesnt do a deep clean of his apartment every two weeks, but always makes sure to clean up his messes as soon as they happen

- also doesnt like to fight

- his mom raised him with the idea that communication is key, and always encouraged him to "explain why hes upset" so they could work together to come up with a solution

- its something hes taken with him to adulthood, and even though sometimes he sounds like hes talking to a child when hes trying to get you to "use your words" he really doesnt mean to

- if youre yelling at him he'll stand there like 😐 and wait until youre out of breath so he can say "okay lets talk about this"

- is also very handy

- have a hole in your wall ? hes coming over to fix it

- need a lightbulb changed ? hes got u dont worry

- you need to assemble a piece of furniture ? he glances at the step by step guide once before hes putting it together

- hes so great at that stuff, and you only have kenny to thank

- literally when kenny first came to stay with levi and kuchel when she was sick, the kitchen light went out and he asked levi to screw another lightbulb in, the poor kid stood there like 🤨 and when kenny said "what ? you don't know how to change a fucking lightbulb ?" levi shook his head and said "uncle kenny im seven 😐"

- kenny was APPALLED. and immediately made it his mission to make levi as handy as himself.

- also, dates with him are rlly lowkey.

- he likes being in your company, so staying home and ordering take out is AWESOME in his opinion. sometimes he'll dress up and make a fancy meal with you.

- if you like going to carnivals and stuff, he's reluctant but eventually caves. wins you a lot of the prizes.

- "fuck. this shit is rigged y/n"

- "sorry levi, lets go do something else !"

- "what ? no. give me another dollar im getting you that fucking turtle"

- hange always wants to see you. levi makes it his life mission to keep you away from them as much as possible. not because he doesnt want you to get along with his friends, just because he knows that hange will spill some embarassing secrets from his college days.

- erwin ? hes okay but hes on thin fucking ice.

- also is very gentlemanly. will not only hold the door for you but for everyone. hes waiting in line for his order and someone comes up behind him and asks him to scootch so they can get some napkins ? mf its grabbing a handful himself and handing it to the person, wishing them a nice day with a small smile. hes just like,, a genuinely good person

- his singing voice ? immaculate. will he sing for you ? no.

- he also loves playing board games with you. like chess or checkers. you love playing board games with him and his friends, specifically monopoly. hange makes moblit form an alliance with them. mike is a lone wolf, and erwin and levi are always helping each other out until erwin betrays him. lots of trust is ruined between these game nights, but you literally cant bring yourself to care because its so fun to watch it unfold

this is my first headcanon thingy !! im v excited !! hope u all enjoyed 🤩✨ should i do more headcanons like these ???

- all in all, levi is a cool guy, and a cool bf.