Intoxicating

intoxicating

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word count: 4.1k

warnings: grinding, drinking, cussing, plz lemme know if i forgot anything else :3

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the first thing people took notice of when they looked at you -

that mesmerizing smile.

the way you carried yourself was so profound, as if every bad thing thrown your way would just bounce right off.

your bubbly energy enraptured everybody around you, feeding off of your wide grins, and constant laughter bringing a sense of joy into their life.

earning your nickname; sweet girl.

everyone loved you from the moment they laid their eyes on you.

i mean... who wouldn't?

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part 2 here!

"Sweetheart, you have got to get ahold of yourself."

"I do- I don't know what makes you think I don't."

A scoff left Garcia's stained lips, as she stared at your frantic fingers messing with your hair, trying to apply everything all at once. Reaching for your signature perfume, spraying a good dosage on to ensure it stays on the whole night. The blonde had come over to get ready for a night out in the town with her fellow co-workers, including a certain brunette that you had a soft spot for.

Your hair was not cooperating with you. Not. In. The. Slightest.

Does this dress make me look- too much?

Who the hell made this damn mousse-

"If you touch your hair one more time, I will personally make it my life's mission to get rid of your existence." She grabbed a hold of your arm, tugging you out of the bathroom despite your protests. "Spencer won't care what your hair looks like when he's got you underneath him."

A gasp left your lips, smacking Penelope's giggling behind as she ran away from you towards your front door. "Or above him- whatever you're into sweet cheeks."

"Oh! I'm going to get your ass, Pen."

"Run that by my boss first!"

Penelope ripped the front door open, revealing a startled Hotch who had just raised his fist to knock on your house door. A smug smirk graced the blonde's lips, sticking her tongue out at you as she ran towards the SUV where Morgan was waiting. You stood there with a pout on your lips, grabbing your purse from your entrance table. Hotch eyed your dressed up figure, feeling his heart rate pick up as you made your way over to him your perfume engulfing his senses.

"Hiya Hotch." Wrapping your arm around his waist, giving the older man a tight squeeze letting your free hand lock the door behind you stuffing your keys into your purse. Penelope and you might have had one too many shots, the constant cheesing on your face giving you away. 

"Hello sweet girl." Hotch had known you long enough to see you in every situation imaginable, including your drunk side. He chuckled as you left your arm around him, not minding it for a second as you guys walked down the steps to the car. "Are we sure this isn't the aftermath of the bar?"

You let out a small giggle, knowing he was partially right. Hotch opened up the car door for you, helping you into the lifted vehicle a small thank you leaving your lips as you scooted further in as he squeezed in behind you.

The car smelled like people who had were planning on getting laid.

Hotch’s cologne smelled of leather and cinnamon. Discretely trying to hide the fact that you were inching closer to him like a dog sniffing out a treat.

Whilst Morgans cologne smelled of coconut and sugar; not enough to be irritating to the nose.

Both you and Penelope's perfumes smelled nice and sweet, contrasting with the guys.

Penelope was blasting Kesha through the SUV, while Morgan attempted to turn it down without her noticing. Either she noticed or didn't care, allowing her voice to do the work for her as she embodied Kesha.

"We are just getting started, I promise. You should join us! Didn't Morgan draw the short stick for tonight? Leaves you perfectly able to get wasted with us,"

Morgan gave you a glare in the rearview mirror, not letting your mocking affect his driving as he tried his best to follow the law with his boss as his passenger. Hotch just shook his head as you unzipped your purse showing him the contents inside.

His eyebrow raised, he saw several colorful shooters clinking around in the small accessory adorning your body, a smile gracing your warming skin. You took out a bright green shooter, shoving it into his hands.

"What in the-"

"Pen. Catch." Penelope didn't even have to move, her hands expertly catching the pink shot you had picked out just for her. You opted for a blue one, knowing this flavor in specific masked the taste as best it could making it easier to down.

You raised your eyebrow back up at Hotch cracking your drink open, a soft sigh left his lips knowing you wouldn't back down. He proceeded to crack his open, whoops leaving the girls lips. Clinking your shot against his. Your arm moving to wrap around his bringing the cold glass to your lips, allowing the burning sensation to trickle down your throat. Hotch felt his breath hitch at your touch, downing the shooter back.

Hotch was used to harder liquor, but something about the neon colored vodka was already making him feel a little warm. Shaking his head at the taste, putting the lid back on the drink as he watched you reach for another.

"Woah, sweet girl... you sure you can handle another?"

Your rolled your eyes at his concerning words, easily tossing another shooter back as you opened your mouth to show it was gone. Hotch felt a small smirk tug at his lips at the sight, adjusting himself in his seat subtly.

"I almost flunked out of college my freshman year because I was getting drunk every weekend. I learned my handful of tricks- I would put Dr. Reid to shame." Morgan whistled, making Garcia laugh as she reminisced on some of the stories you had told her. An ever-growing smirk graced your lips, re-applying a generous amount of lip gloss to your lips. 

Hotch eyed the bubbly girl, as she made herself comfortable against the taller man. He spread his jean cladded legs as she plopped her purse on his lap, using him as a table rummaging through the contents. Choosing to ignore the sensation of her nimble fingers ghosting over his dark wash jeans, adjusting his position on the leather seat. She pulled out another shooter and mingled it into his hands, a small chuckle bubbling in his chest.

"You're going to have to show me one day, sweet cheeks.”

"Wouldn't you love to see that, sweet boy?"

Morgan smirked up at you as he pulled up to the valet who were excited to take the keys from your favorite Agent, sending a wink to the blushing girl holding the keys. You were about to open the door, almost jumping as you saw Hotch had already beaten you to it. Looking back and forth between the door and your now empty seat beside you, the grinning raven haired man made your heart skip a beat.

"How-"

"Your intoxicated state is making your reaction time slow," His deep voice hummed into your ear, his hands splaying across your back allowing his warmth to keep you from shivering. Hotch lent his arm out, grasping onto his bicep firmly as you made your way into the bar. The shooter you had given the tall man tucked away in his jeans, holding your body close to ensure you wouldn't run off.  His cologne smelled even stronger up close, allowing yourself to engulf the scent a soft sigh leaving your glossed lips.

It didn't take long for Hotch have to glare at the wandering eyes of plenty of men who were attempting to undress you with their nasty eyes. He knew men were absolute garbage as time had gone by, but he knew that he would never let these ones especially anywhere near you tonight. 

It didn't take long for you to find your other co-workers even in all of the chaos, the place bordering a club atmosphere. The bar was currently playing one of your favorite songs, allowing the music to guide your body. You let your grip loosen as you made a beeline towards JJ who was smiling widely up at you, a bright pink coating her cheeks. Your heels clicking mesmerizingly against the stone floor, having mastered the art in running in those strappy shoes.

"JJ!! I missed youuuu," You hurriedly wrapped your arms around her neck, pressing a sticky kiss onto her cheek. She let out a muffled laugh as she held you tighter. "Where is-"

"Spence? Right behind you, honey." The giggling girl whispered into your ear, you spun on your heel making eye contact with the man you had been thinking about all night. A smile made its way onto your lips, taking a seat beside the brunette. 

As if he couldn't get anymore attractive.

The sight of his dark green cardigan bringing out the green in his hazel eyes, hidden behind his god forsaken sexy ass glasses. His cologne wafted over to you, the soft scent of coffee and something sweet. The smell was enough to make your mouth water.

What kind of test do they have to pass to work at the BAU? It seemed like every man and woman had to make your knees buckle to work there.

"Hiya Spence."

The flustered boy tucked his hair behind his ear, turning in his seat to give you his undivided attention. Your perfume infiltrating his nostrils, before having heard your voice. A smell he was all too keen on knowing, wetting his bottom lip nervously. "Oh h-hi!"

The conscious part of your brain attempted to send signals to your body to be smart, your drunk limbs ignoring it as you allowed your legs to entwine with his slack cladded leg closest to you. His breath hitching the smallest of gasps leaving his pink lips. 

The sound of someone hollering behind you made you turn around in your seat, waving excitedly at the dark hair girl approaching. Elle feigned a dramatic hand over her chest, her dress showing off her curves in all the right places. The girl walked over to you, your smile having not left your lips since getting in the car. Smacking a wet kiss on your dark haired friends cheek who just wrapped an arm around your waist. "We were about to send out a search party. We thought Morgan got you guys lost again,"

"Oh he most definitely did, I think the aftershave has made him lose some brain cells over the years." You teased the burly man, who shot you a glare reaching over the table to flick your forehead a gasp leaving your lips. You detangled your legs from Spencers missing the warmth almost as soon as you detached, sending a harsh kick to Morgan who hissed at your heels.

"Son of a bitch. Watch your back, sweet cheeks."

"Want me to kiss it better?" A small twinkle shone in his eyes, his usual flirty smirk making its way onto his face. You turned on your charm, resting your face on your hands as you batted your eyelashes at the man your glossy lips parted open. Everyone at the table watched in amusement as Morgan practically melted at her doe eyes looking up at him, leaning closer to her face. 

"I would love nothing more-"

"I call dibs first, Chocolate Thunder." Penelope butted in, making her first appearance at the table a tray full of drinks. She handed you your signature drink, the vibrant color matching her outfit. Clapping your hands as you blew a kiss to the blonde, wrapping your lips around the straw humming happily at the cold liquid making its way down your throat. 

"No need to call dibs when I've already kissed you, baby cheeks."

"You're not special, Derek. We've all kissed, sweets." All the girls threw in their words of agreement, a chuckle leaving Spencers lips as he watched the look of disbelief on Morgan's face. "Sweet as her name, she is." 

"Don't make me kiss you on the mouth again, Pen."

"Maybe that's what I'm hinting at, sweet girl."

A burst of giggles left the girls mouths as they all grabbed ahold of the shots Garcia had bought everyone. 

Well, everyone except Morgan. 

Penelope had grabbed something strong; wanting to ensure it did what it was intended to do. You had seen Spencer had also proceeded to throw back a shot a small wince leaving his lips. "You would think after 9,006 years, that we would know how to mask the taste of alcohol."

"I like the pain. Gives a little thrill, don't you think?" Tilting your head at the doctor whose eyes widened a little, his cheeks flushing pink. A small giggle left your lips placing your hand dangerously close to his thigh, turning your attention to the raven haired man beside you.

"What are you nursing there, Hotch?" He turned to his left, eyeing the flustered girl a soft chuckle leaving his lips as he showed her his glass. "Mind if I have a sip?" 

"Of course. Go ahead." The girl gently took the glass from his hands, taking a small sip of the drink a soft hum leaving her lips. He felt his chest tighten at the sight of her lips on the same glass his were just on. She just grinned at the man, handing him back his jack and coke. "Not bad- too Hotch for me." 

Gently rising from your chair at the table, gaining the attention of everyone at the table a grin already plastered on your face. Spencer eyed your radiating body, his brain turning to mush as he tried to focus on the words leaving your pretty lips. Chugging the rest of your cocktail, the cold feeling nice on your warming face. "Time to dance!"

Penelope wasted no time, dragging a more than ready Morgan onto the swarm of people on the dance floor. JJ and Elle had already partnered up, their swaying bodies entwined together. Leaving you in between Spencer and Hotch. Both who looked absolutely delicious-

Hold on- what?

Delicious?

I mean... 

Hotch's black polo did absolute numbers for his muscular body. His biceps just about bulging out of the shirt, snug around his lean torso. Wanting nothing more than to wrap your arms around his waist. And don't even mention his gorgeous eyes, with their specks of green becoming visible the closer you got to him.

And then Spencer.

That boy looked like straight out of a rom com. His puppy eyes staring at you intently like nothing around you existed. His chiseled jaw and those puffy lips were all you could think about at work. His button ups fitting him just right, the cardigans about to swallow him whole wishing you were in them as well.

"Sweets?"

The sound of Hotchs raspy voice speaking broke you out of your trance, blinking away your borderline wet dream about your co-worker and superior. Taking notice of Spencers empty seat, turning to Hotch with a confused look on your face. "He went to the restroom. Everything okay? You were unresponsive there for a second."

"Y-yes. Sorry, I was- I don't even know. You guys both looked so good, my brain started short circuiting." The words were spewing out of your mouth like muscle memory, a shocked expression filtering over the usually furrowed mans face. "How about that dance?"

"Oh no, I don't-"

"Hotchner, don't start. I was promised a dance,"

"-I think that was you doing the promising." You grabbed ahold of his wrist, tugging the protesting man whose eyes had grown soft. "You're awfully strong when you're drunk. Did you know that?"

"I think it's similar to when crack heads do crack, except without the crack." You shouted into his ear, the music practically making it near impossible to hear. Hotch just let a laugh slip out, his hands having found their home on your hips barely touching you, afraid he would mess it all up.

Pitbull had begun to blast through the club, your body swinging to the beat having known the rhythm a little too well for your liking. The clubs lights had gotten dark, except for the strobe lights and stage lights lighting up the crowd every now and then. You could see Penelope shouting the words at Morgan who bared an amused stare at the blonde, dancing with her drunken form the pink spotlight lighting up her blonde hair perfectly.

A whine left your lips at the lack of contact with your dance partner, pressing your body against the towering man above you knowing this exact situation must be written somewhere on what not to do with your boss. He almost halted his movements if it weren't for your hands finding his and wrapping his arms further around your waist. Hands finding their home around his neck, chills going down his spine as he felt how close you were to him.

The music took ahold of your body. Every beat sending your hips to follow half a second later, memorizing the way Hotch followed your every move. As if your bodies were made just for one another; you moved in sync with each other, neither of you having to give cues as if you guys had been doing this for years.

Hotch felt this body growing hotter the longer you were grinding up against him, a small line of guilt bubbling inside but his body seemed to be doing all the thinking for him. His hands tightening their grip on your hips as he pulled you impossibly closer to him a soft gasp leaving your lips. Your body swaying and turning in his grasp pressing your ass against his growing member, Hotch's head leaning into your neck.

You rolled your head back leaning against Hotch's muscular body, trying to see if it was your mind playing tricks on your or if it truly was what you thought it was poking against your ass.

Every touch felt- electric.

The pawing at your body from Hotch made your body writhe in his grasp, feeling yourself getting drunk in his touch. Shaking hands reaching behind you to find his head full of hair and run your fingers through his gelled hair, enjoying the soft rumble against his chest. Turning back around to face him, wondering what was running through his head right now.

Hotch knew he must have looked as crazy as he felt. Scanning every inch of her face, cupping her face in his warm calloused hand tucking her hair away from her face.

He could see every tiny freckle, and scar on your face.

The sparkly gloss coating your lips enticing him the longer you mouthed the words close to his chest.

Every one of his senses was focused on you.

Your perfume.

Your body.

Your gorgeous eyes.

He couldn't look away-

"If you wanted to kiss me Hotch, you could have just asked,"

Before Hotch could lean down and press his awaiting lips on yours, you spotted a tall lanky figure looking around detaching your limbs from the man a giant grin gracing your features. Waving at the approaching figure, tugging the brunette closer to you. The older man almost rolled his eyes, keeping his hands tucked into his pocket his fingers knocking with the shooter you had gifted him earlier.

"Spence! I was about to send out a search party,"

The blushing boy tried to stammer out a response, his eyes locking with Hotch's.

His boss- correction. His friend was staring at him as if he had just came out and told him he was the unsub on a case. Wiping his clammy hands against his dark slacks, wondering what he had interrupted.

"The line to the bathroom was long. If it weren't for the fact that I had to-"

"Did you know that Aaron is a good dancer?" You shouted in Spencers direction, the name slipping off your tongue sweet like honey.

Hotch turned to face the girl replaying the sound of his name falling off of her lips over and over again, hoping she would say it again. Spencer raised a surprised eyebrow at the cheesing girl, whose hold on him hadn't faltered.

"I'm not too surprised. His stature and athleticism point him in the direction of having better coordination than the average person."

"I have no idea what you just said! Maybe Pitbull is having some affect on my hearing," 

"Maybe we should go sit down, hm?" Hotch whispered into your ear, his breath fanning over your face. Nodding along to his words, grabbing ahold of his unsuspecting hand tugging them over to the back corner table you were sitting at. A soft sigh left your lips, as you reached for Hotch's glass tossing the rest of the drink back. 

Spencer eyed your hand that was still holding onto Hotch's practically burning a hole into his much larger hand, a million thoughts coursing through his head. "Next one is on me, Aaron."

"Don't worry about it, sweet girl. Let me go buy another drink, I'll order you a water."

"What! I'm not even close to being done, please..." A pout found its way onto your face," Just one or two more."

Hotch couldn't say no to that face. "One more. Reid, want anything?"

"Can I just get a water, please?"

Hotch untangled your hand from his, his retreating figure hard to miss even with all the people surrounding him. Spencer took this chance to try to erase any progress Hotch had made, his figure seating itself right beside you. His shaking hand found its place on your thigh, a choked sound leaving your lips eyeing the nervous boy standing before you. Your heart just about dropped into your stomach, a fluttering in your stomach as the guy you had been crushing on had made a move.

Please move it higher-

"I wish we could have had our dance, Spence... I'm sure you've got some more tricks up your sleeve I haven't seen."

"I don't think I would have been able to keep it professional if I got my hands on you,"

Fuck.

"What if I didn't want you too?"

You were playing with fire. 

Knowing full well you had just basically had sex with your boss out on the dance floor, but your brain wanted them both. 

And bad. 

Spencers face heated up, his face leaning closer to yours feeling your chest tighten as he almost brushed his lips against yours his warm minty breath burning your eyes slightly. Holding your breath as you felt him pull back a confused look on your face, taking notice of a looming figure coming your way. The feeling of your blood rushing to your already burning face made you feel a little faint, fanning your face to try to cool off.

Morgan raised an eyebrow at the pair of you a knowing look on his face, clapping Spencers shoulder with a smirk on his lips. "My man. I never knew you had it in you,"

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Oh, okay. I didn't know it was a secret, sweet girl. Does this mean the nicknames are off limits now?"

You giggled at the reddening of Spencers face, nudging him playfully. "Not at all, baby. But, Spencer is right. We have no idea what you're talking about."

"What is Spencer right about again?"

"Oh, him and our sweets are-"

Spencer had read your mind, sending a swift kick towards Morgan who let out a yelp turning around and giving the brunette a harsh punch to the arm. Hotch felt his face tense at the words Morgan was insinuating, hoping Morgan was just playing a joke on him taking the seat closest to you leaving you sandwiched in between your two wet dreams once more.

"Don't tell me you're all out of dances, sweet girl. I still haven't gotten mine."

"Oh trust, I'm not. I was just waiting on a good song to come on-"

As if someone was listening in on your conversation, Club Can't Handle Me came on a fan favorite between you and Morgan. A loud laugh leaving both of your mouths as he made his way over to you dragging you over to the huge crowd that you had just escaped. Morgans hands expertly found their place on your hips, having danced with the famous flirt many times. 

The way he grinned against your body had you almost a mess, allowing your legs to slip around his thigh dancing on him as if your life depended on it. By this point there was a layer of sweat on both of your bodies, making you look pornographic on the dance floor. His tight v-neck showed off his muscles well in the dim lighting of the bar, his arms practically engulfing you. 

"You're too hot to be here by yourself,"

"Shut up, Morgan."

The pretty boy leaned into the cusp of your ear, his lips brushing up against you. "If looks could kill, your two lover boys would have killed me tenfold." 

Peeking over his shoulder, noticing the evident glares of Hotch and Spencer who looked like they were 2 seconds away from walking over. "Want to help me make them make the first move?”

"You're an absolute minx, you know that?"

You knew Morgan was right, but the alcohol in you just wanted them to walk over and make you theirs. The music had changed to a slow sexier song, knowing if you were to do anything it would have to be now when the music would show everything off.

Closing your eyes allowing the music to guide you, putting every ounce of your being into grinding against Morgan. It didn’t take long of Morgan putting his hands closer to your ass before a cough interrupted the pair of you.

“Mind if I but in, Morgan?”

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a/n: guys this came to me in the middle of the night and i did NOT stop writing until 5 am. it just kept coming out. and FUCK, i am gnawing at the bars of my enclosure rn. this is my first criminals minds fic pookies.

a/n: GUYS WHAT THE HECK! i am literally writing part two right now, you guys have been so nice to me :,)

hi! i recently read your imagine "the forseken tie" and i wanted to let you know that i love the way you write!! i have been obssesed with draco lately and i was wondering if you could write an imagine where him and the gryffindor reader are enemies and one day during the 5th year he finds her sneaking out or sm like that and she begs him not to report her but he still does and the he finds her crying in harry's arms because she's in pain -maybe it wasnt detention with the pen- and tries tofixit

A Sky Full of Stars | Draco Malfoy x Reader

word count: 3,090 words

warnings: mentions of death, cursing

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"Did you see the way Harry was looking at you? He totally likes you!" The curly haired girl giggled, scooping a mouthful of mashed potatoes into her mouth as she eyed her fellow friend. She felt herself chuckle at her words, looking out of the corner of her eye to see the 'Chosen One' looking at her, quickly turning away a small smirk making its way onto his face. Hermione hummed to say I told you so, a smile on her lips.

"Okay, now that was just a coincidence-"

"Oh, you know that's rubbish."

"'Mione, you know I love that boy to death but I'm pretty sure I'm not the one he's interested in."

"And how would you know?" She let out a small scoff, pouting at her words knowing she wouldn't change Hermione’s mind. 

The rest of the feast was spent trying to get Ron to stop waffling down the chicken like he always did, sharing a few moments of laughter with the dark haired boy who had found a seat beside her. Once Dumbledore had dismissed everyone, her and the Golden Trio had quickly made their way out of the Great Hall. She was thankful she hadn't worn her hoodie like she had originally had planned, considering the hot air from outside had somehow made its way into the castle. Harry and the girl were talking among themselves when she noticed Hermione dragging Ron away out of the corner of her eye, letting out a small chuckle.

"Why are you laughing?" He murmured, turning to face her as he made his way up the stairs, his long limbs helping him travel quicker up them unlike her. She was having to jog up the stairs to even keep up, brushing her hair away from her face. Harry just shook his head as her bag kept bumping into both of their knees, watching her angrily move the bag out of the way.

"Hermione took Ron away while we weren't paying attention, so the two of us would be left alone to have some 'alone time'," He let out a loud laugh, shaking his head running his fingers through his tousled hair. She was in the middle of telling a joke letting out a small yelp as she felt someone shove themselves onto her falling into Harry, uttering a small apology to the person that had practically trampled over her. Looking up from the stone steps making eye contact with a pair of bright grey eyes, feeling herself stiffen.

"Watch where you're going, you little-"

"Keep that mouth shut, Malfoy." Harry spat out, his green eyes narrowed his grip on her tight keeping her from the blonde who looked as if he could kill her if she dared to lay a finger on him.

"Oh shove off, Potter. You finally got yourself a little girlfriend?" He scoffed, eyeing her up and down, his glare faltering as it locked with her wide eyes. Draco adjusted his robes, a smirk making its way onto his sculpted features, "Hmm... I thought you could at least do better than this. Is this all your mom was able to afford to pass down to you-"

"Shut your mouth."

She felt her body stiffen, glaring at the blonde with the harshest look she could muster her wand pointed at his chest. His eyes were wide in surprise, never having heard her raise her voice let alone talk back to his taunts. Harry felt a surge of anger wash over him, noting the tears welling up in her eyes.

"C'mon, love. He's not worth it," She let him wrap his arm around her shoulder, allowing him to drag her away from the blonde, her hands shaking from the words he had directed at her. Once she knew she was out of earshot she felt herself crumble to the ground, her chest heaving up and down. A soft cry left her lips, the tears crashing down her cheeks feeling the sobs rack through her body in waves. 

"Who in the bloody hell does he think he is?" her voice croaked out, letting Harry scoop her into his hold mumbling sweet nothings into her ear. 

She regretted letting Hermione convince her to wear her mascara today, seeing as it was now smeared all over Harry's uniform. She didn’t expect Draco to treat her like this, especially after that night that she had spent comforting him. I guess he’s too scared to let Harry know that’s he’s a softie, she scoffed.

After several minutes he had managed to convince her to walk to his dorm, his hold on her never ceasing even as she had made herself comfortable on his bed, her face smushed against his pillows. At this point she wasn't going to let that little weasel ruin her evening, trying her hardest to ignore his taunting words as she focused on Harry's touch.

"Love?" she hummed, lifting her head off of the mattress locking eyes with his doe eyes. He ran his fingers through his tousled hair, adjusting his position against her tired frame. "Hermione and Ron and I were going to go out after curfew to try to do some work for the Order. Would you like to join us? Don’t feel like you have to, but if you wanted a distraction-" He mumbled down at her, his fingers running through her mass of hair eyeing her shifting figure.

"I think I'll pass just this once... Nott said he had something to talk to me about so I have to bring out the good ole black hoodie to use and sneak into the Slytherin dorm room. Again." She rested her head on his lap, tracing small circles on his worn jeans. He let out a small chuckle, rubbing his fingers on her clothed back. "That feels nice..."

"I know,"

"Oh shut up, Potter."

September 1st, 1995. The Astronomy Tower. 12:38 pm.

Sighing happily as she rested her head against one of the cold pillars, staring up at the endless sea of stars up above her. She hadn't had a chance to come out and pay her respects to her mom in a couple weeks due to her hectic schedule. She did by spending her night looking up at the sky and telling her about everything she had done. Everything about the evening was beautiful, knowing she had her mom to thank for that. She could see every star twinkling, surrounded by a couple scattered clouds smiling to herself as a firefly landed on her knee, his luminescent butt wiggling. Reaching out a hand towards the bug that surprisingly crawled onto her fingers the sensation of his tiny feet tickled.

"Well, well, little miss goody two shoes out after curfew. 15 points."

She jumped out of her current position, twirling around locking eyes with a stone faced boy whose eyes she could recognize from several feet away. Out of everyone to catch me, of course it had to be Malfoy. Running her fingers through her hair nervously eyeing him. Draco stood there rather arrogantly, leaning against the entry way a smirk etched onto his lips. 

"Draco, I-I was just trying to get some fresh air," she stammered over her words mainly due to the cold gust that had just come in, fiddling with her fingers. Draco eyed her, making his way over to her his height seeming much more prominent that he was practically towering over her. "P-please don't tell anyone. I didn't mean to sneak out. I just really wanted to see the night sky. I swear, I'll do your homework! Anything you want-"

"I never took you as the type to beg," He sneered at her, making her freeze chewing on her bottom lip as she waited for her punishment. "Do you really think I need help with homework?"

"I never said that, Malfoy. I was just offering. I just, I really don't want to see Professor Umbridge…"

"You should have thought about that before you grabbed that stupid robe of yours and snuck out," she glared at the blonde, every ounce of regret leaving her body. Draco hummed his eyes glint mischievously as he took notice that he had hit a nerve, taking a step closer to her. "Oh, did Mommy give you that robe? Maybe I should give her a couple galleons so she can afford to buy you something that wasn't from the rubbish-" 

"Shut your trap, Malfoy." she growled, tightening her grip on her wand, her chest heaving up and down as she tried to calm herself down. "Don't you dare bring my mother into this,"

"Why? You scared that I'll end up saying something that's true-"

She rammed her shoulder into Dracos, sending him tumbling to the floor, a grunt leaving his lips. Humming to herself happily, making her way down the stairs in a hurried manner, holding her robe close to her body cursing the boy under her breath. That little weasel, how fucking dare he? I'll show him. Paying no mind to the boy deducting points from her as she briskly walked away, turning around to show him a finger she reserved only for him hearing him gasp. 

"That's detention for you!"

"Yeah, yeah, Malfoy. Kiss my ass,"

September 2nd, 1995. The Great Hall. 7:15 pm

Soft whimpers left her lips as Harry cupped her hand, his bright sorrow filled eyes eyed her small figure. He shushed her softly, wrapping an arm around her as a way of comforting her. She had just left detention where Umbridge proceeded to yell insults about her deceased mother to her, having left the room with a tearstained face absolutely seething. She willingly let him hold her, wrapping her arms around him, holding him tightly. They sat there for a couple minutes holding each other sobs racking her body as she thought about the horrid things that woman said about her mom, Harry rubbing her back as she cried against him.

"Hey, it's okay. It'll be okay."

"I'm gonna punch that toad and the stupid weasel that is to blame for this." she mumbled against his neck, Harry's chest rumbling as he chuckled at her comment. Pulling away from the raven haired boy, wiping her wet face groaning as she noticed Harry's tear stained shirt. "Sorry, Harry... I got your shirt a little wet."

"Don't worry about it, there's been worse things on this." He pipped up, pushing his glasses up his nose. she quirked an eyebrow at his comment, eyeing him as he realized how strange that sentence sounded. He gasped, his face flushing pink." Wait! That sounds terribly wrong. I didn't mean that. I meant- oh god. Like, pumpkin juice! And Ron's moms soup!-"

"Harry. Harry, you're fine." Giggling to herself as he stammered over his words, patting his hand comfortingly. "I'm only teasing."

"Oh... I knew that."

"Sure you did, Potter... how's your hand?" He raised his hand for her to see, grasping it softly, lifting it up so she could see the white scarring of her words on his hand. She closed her eyes as a flicker of anger lit up inside of she as the sight of his scars. "That wretched toad,"

"It doesn't hurt as much anymore-"

"It shouldn't have hurt at all. I don't care who in the hell she thinks she is, she's a fucking teacher for christ sake. Who gave her the right to bring up my mother like that? Especially in front of everyone," Harry watched as she ranted, knowing how hard it is to get her to stop ranting once she start. "The next time I see her doing this shit, I will go in there and shove her pen up her-"

"Okay! Wow, how about we don't talk about that here? It's a little, uh, echoey. Come here. I don't want you doing something you'll regret." Harry spoke his tone a little frantic hurrying to quiet her down, pulling her close so he could wrap an arm around her shoulders. "It's almost curfew, so I don't want you to end up back in detention okay?"

"... can you just hold me like this for a second? Sorry if it's a little much to ask of you,"

"Of course it's not, just close your eyes. I'm right here, I'm not going anywhere..."

She exhaled deeply, resting her head against him allowing her eyes to close a stray tear escaping her. He stroked her arms comfortingly, resting his head onto her head basking in the silence. The two of them stayed like that, enjoying each other's presence. Harry finally learned how to handle other people's emotions, getting rid of that awkwardness where he used to just stand there and pat someone's back. He learned how to comfort people, and not be scared to use physical touch. Which she was quite thankful for.

Unbeknownst to the pair of them, a boy standing near the entrance to the Great Hall had witnessed the whole ordeal, his stone gray eyes eyeing her as she seeked comfort in the scrawny boy. Draco had no idea that her mother had passed, cursing at himself for having brought up her mom the night before. He felt terrible that he had done this, knowing it was only because he was pissed because of what his father had done. He tucked his wand back into his robe, making his way towards his room thinking of ways he could make it up to the girl.

September 10th, 1995. The Astronomy Tower. 4:32 pm

Draco hadn't bothered her all week. Not once. Not even to ask for a quill, which he usually never had. At this point, she had thought that he was planning some sort of revenge on her which absolutely scared her to death. But she decided to ignore that nagging feeling, shaking her head as she continued scribbling on her parchment paper. 

"You talk of the pain like it's all alright..."Singing softly into the afternoon air, nothing but the sound of her quill scratching across the paper could be heard. Only the slight ruffling of trees, and her quill. She sighed softly, allowing her eyes to look out into the endless rows of trees. Their leaves are still a vibrant green, not quite ready to turn their endless shades of reds and browns.

"How did I know that I would find you up here?" The sound of Draco's velvety voice carrying out into the air made her stiffen up, refusing to look behind her. “Look… I promise I mean no harm.”

She reluctantly allowed herself to look up at him, his eyes sincere. She nodded to an open spot beside her. Draco took that as his cue to sit, his robes pooling around him as he left a little gap between the two of them, running his fingers through his hair. His scent infiltrated her nostrils, the intoxicating smell of his minty breath and aftershave made her head a little fuzzy.

“I wanted to apologize about the other night,” His words caught her off guard, furrowing her eyebrows, eyeing him curiously. “I had no idea that your mom had passed- I swear if I did I wouldn’t have brought her up.”

“You shouldn't have brought her up regardless, Malfoy…Because, last I checked, you were making fun of me. Not my mom. Just me. And, I-I know that you especially should know how I feel about my family,” She choked out at him, shoving her quill into her bag as she began to pack up her belongings.Get yourself together, don’t show him that he’s getting to you. Draco had his bottom lip in between his teeth, eyeing the young girl who was close to tears. “If you have nothing else to say, then I best be on my way-”

“Please… just hear me out,”

“...you have 1 minute.”

“Okay, look, I know that what I did was messed up. I promise, I didn’t mean to. I-I wasn’t thinking straight. And about detention, I heard what she did, and fuck, I am so so sorry.” Draco ran his fingers through his hair in a nervous manner, his eyes never once leaving hers.

“...do you remember that one time you caught me crying in the women’s restroom?”

“...yes.”

“And how you comforted me, asking me how in the world I was in the wrong restroom, and how I went on a rant about my father and what he was planning on doing.”

“Yes, but what does this have to do with-”

“He did it. He went through with his plan… a-and I was a mess, which really doesn’t excuse my actions, but I didn’t know how else to deal with that. So, I took it out on you. I just wanted someone else to feel what I was feeling at that moment,” Draco breathed out, his eyes glistening as he eyed the girl who was standing across from him. She gasped almost inaudibly, feeling her heart ache at the blonde's words. Timidly reaching a hand out, grasping his shaking hand in hers softly holding it.

“Draco… I am so sorry.”

“No, please don’t apologize. I brought this on myself. But, I just wanted you to understand a little bit of why I was acting the way that I was. This still doesn’t right my wrongs. But, I want to make it up  to you. For helping me when I had no one… and for not telling anybody what I told you,” 

“Draco, you don’t have to-”

“But I want to. That’s the difference. Anything at all. You name it. I will give it to you,” She chewed on her bottom lip in thought, only one possible answer coming to mind. You better think this through, this is your one chance she thought to herself, fiddling with the hem of her satchel. 

“I would like… a new scarf,”

“A scarf?”

“Yes. Once I get a scarf then I’ll pretend like this never happened.” Her sincere eyes gazed up at him, who stood there dumbfounded. He was fully prepared to hand over his first born if he had to. “But, the only condition is that it has to be the softest scarf to ever exist. And, it has to be from the muggle shops,”

“I-I… okay,”

“Great… Now, how about I treat us to some butterbeers?”

“No, no. Allow me, it’s the least I can do.” He offered, to which she gladly agreed with a small smile making its way onto her face. The pair of them made their way down the stone steps with a growing smile on both of their faces. 

“So… I can’t make it-”

“Nope. I want it to be exactly like the ones my mom used to buy me,”

“But how am I supposed to-”

“That’s up to you to figure out, Malfoy,”

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Cinnamon, Chamomile and Cedar Part 2

word count: 3,129 words (i got carried away again)

warnings: smut!!, fluff, mentions of death

part 1 here!

A small moan left Erwin's lips as he felt the brunette bite down on the exposed skin on his neck, his body flushed against the alley wall his hands holding Azaleas waist as close to his body as he could. Licking a stripe over the bruises she left on the Commanders exposed skin, feeling a surge of pride wash over her at the sight of her marks coating him.

"Holy- you feel so good."

Erwin breathed out, cupping her cheeks in his calloused hands crashing their lips together. Moaning into his mouth at the sensation of his tongue taking complete control over the trembling girl, subconsciously grinding her hips against his growing member. Erwin groaned, pushing his tongue deeper into her mouth feeling a heat growing in between his legs. 

The pair couldn’t resist the urge to keep their hands off of one another, their bodies on fire from their fingers exploring familiar places. Erwin couldn’t see straight as he mouthed at any sliver of skin he could get his mouth on.

"What I would give to be on my knees right now." 

An almost animalistic growl left his lips, his hands pushing her hips against him in the hopes of creating more friction. Her hands found themselves tangled in his hair tugging at his locks, earning herself another moan from the blonde.

The sound of people nearing made him halt, his glossy eyes trying to see if the people walking by would be able to see him.

Much to his dismay, Azalea hadn't made any advance on stopping her actions a soft moan leaving his mouth at the thought of them being spotted. The sight of their Commander whimpering under their Lieutenants touch sent chills down his spine.

"Lea-"

"Erwin, if you think I'm stopping now. You're mistaken."

Grabbing ahold of his cloak pulling it over his head, easing his fears a bit knowing people wouldn't see his face at first glance. Allowing her trembling hands to wander down grabbing ahold of the tent in his pants, a gasp leaving his lips.

"When's the last time you were touched, honey?" She breathed into his ear planting kisses anywhere she possibly could on his skin, a mumbled mess leaving his lips. Grinning to herself as she eased yourself onto her knees looking up at Erwin's rising chest.

He had a hand tangled into her curly hair and another one lifting his shirt exposing that sculpted body he was hiding. Leaving wet kisses anywhere she could on his torso, enjoying the small noises leaving his parted lips. Erwin groaned as she nipped at his v-line, his hand tightening his hold on her hair earning a whimper in return.

"Azalea! Oh my god, you're alive!"

Connie gasped, dramatically falling to her feet wrapping his arms around her calves nearly making her trip over him, smacking him over his head.

It was too early in the morning for her to be jostled around like this. “Ow! What the hell was that for?"

"You almost killed me! Also, I was just working out with Hange. For like an hour, tops. Stop being overdramatic, Springer." She shook her head at the buzzed boy who just gave her a bland look as she kicked him off of her. He grumbled under his breath crossing his arms as he allowed everyone else to catch up to the two of them. Jean was snickering at the sulking boy, earning a smack over the head from Connie. The boy returned the favor almost right away, hitting Jean a little harder earning a wince from the tall boy.

"Alright, alright. No more hitting each other. Y'all cant afford to lose brain cells y'all don't have," Azalea teased, brushing her hair away from her face. Jean and Connie both gasped loudly at her words, a shocked expression etched onto their faces.

"Hey!-"

"That's all Connie-"

"-shut it, Jean boy! I'm not the one built like a beanstalk-"

"YOU TAKE THAT BACK RIGHT NOW-"

Azalea rolled her eyes at how quickly they turned it onto each other smacking them both upside the head. They both yelped, rubbing their new sore spot from being hit back to back. "The next person who says anything remotely sarcastic will get the workout of their life, understood?"

"Oh really-" Jean started to say before his Captain shot him a death glare, a small hint of pink coated her cheeks.

"You don't want to lose another fight, now do you, Jean." Eren smirked, eyeing the boy who snapped his head towards him. Mikasa pinched the raven haired boy rolling her eyes at his smart mouth, "OW! Mikasa, that fucking hurt,"

"You deserved it," Mikasa scolded, a snort leaving Azalea her eyes leaving the group of kids as she noted a certain Captain making his way over to the bunch. She flashed him a huge grin receiving a small tug of his lips, halting his movement as he had reached them. At the sight of Captain Levi, all of the scouts immediately straightened themselves out, well everyone except Eren.

"Captain. How can I help you this evening?"

"I was wondering if I could steal you, Captain. I have some paper work that I need your opinion on." Levi mused, blowing a puff of air moving his hair out of his face rather expertly. Azalea nodded, excusing herself from the Scouts finding a space next to Levi making their way towards his office. A comforting silence overtook them, enjoying the sounds of the gravel under their shoes. "Hopefully I wasn't interrupting anything important, was I?"

"No! Not at all. Just Connie attaching himself to my feet and crying-"

"-excuse me?-"

"-I'm not really sure, I tend to ignore him whenever I can. I think he has a small girl crush," She chuckled, brushing her curls away from her face feeling her nose tickle from her long strands of hair, " that boy concerns me at times."

"Only at times?" Levi questioned, looking down at the brunette. She laughed at his comment, nudging the boy playfully. He let a small smile grace his lips, eyeing her curls bouncing around as she practically skipped down the street.

Azalea went into a spiel of how she noticed that Levi hadn't drank at the party, wanting to know if her drink wasn't up to his standards. Levi was caught off guard by her question, considering the party had been 2 nights ago, and due to the fact that everyone was pretty trashed he assumed no one was paying attention to him as per usual.

"Look, I'm not saying you had to like the drink. But, I wanted to know if you tried it all. If you did, don't tell me if you hated it, you don't understand how long it took me to make that shit," She winced thinking about the hours she had spent on wringing out all the fruits, shivering at the thought of doing that again. Levi let out a small laugh, catching the attention of the brunette whose eyes gleamed at the noise that left his lips. "You've always had such a pretty laugh.. I just wish I heard it more often," 

Levi froze at the words that left her lips, feeling a warmth wash over his face knowing his cheeks must be blazing red. He was still really bad at hiding his emotions from the brunette, having not heard a compliment from anyone like that in a while.

"Tch, you're full of it," He quickened his pace as he neared his office door, struggling to open the door yanking it open a small hint of red coating his fair skin. Azalea rolled her eyes at his smart remark nudging an elbow playfully at his lean frame, ruffling his hair as she made her way inside plopping down in her usual seat. The raven haired boy let out a small grunt as he sat down on the opposite side of his seat which was right next to her. 

The pair had always had a really close relationship, ever since before their rookie years. They both had grown up in The Underground, where she had taken him under his wing, as much as he likes to argue that statement. She had been there with him through every single loss, including those of their closest friends. After that night, they became even more inseparable than before. Levi at first tried to push her away in fear of getting his heartbroken, but she wouldn't let him, not even for one second.

"Levi, you can't keep doing this."

"Doing what?" He spat, his eyes ablaze. Azalea ran her hands through her hair, sending the raven haired boy a look. 

 Azalea was tired of the boy avoiding her, so she went and sought him out and found him out on the training grounds. He had been taking all of his frustrations on a training pad they had that was meant to only handle a couple hits at a time, but she figured from the tearing on the pad that he had been punching it for quite awhile. Levi's hair was sticking to his forehead, glowering at her from where she stood.

"You know exactly what. I know it's not just a coincidence that you shut me out the second we had their funeral.-"

"Do not bring them up."

"I have and I will," She took a step towards the boy, grasping his shoulders and turned him to face her. Levi did so angrily, his hand clenched at his sides as she bore her eyes into his the tension between the pair only thickened, "We promised, Levi. You promised me... after we lost both of our parents, you told me that you would be by my side no matter what."

Her comment made the boy shut his eyes, physically trembling under her touch as he reminisced on all of their memories together. He remembered making that promise to her like it was yesterday. 

And just like that, by letting that one memory slip, they all came flooding in. 

All of the inside jokes between him and Furlan, someone who he considered to be a brother.

Spending countless nights listening to Isabel complain about how she wanted to go back to only worrying about boys.

And Azalea.

The girl who never let her smile fade even through all of their hardships and made sure a smile was always on Levi's lips. The one who kept him going, his only reason for being.

A rack of sobs made their way out of his parted lips, feeling the brunette wrap her arms fully around him hugging her back as tightly as he could. He slowly slid down the wall behind him, the pair of them finding a spot on the ground,

"I-I'm sorry... I can't lose you. You're the last thing I have,"

"I know, honey. I know." She mumbled into his hair, rubbing his back comfortingly. Levi nuzzled into her neck, his tears managing to soak through her thin shirt. For the next several hours, they spent laying down on the ground hand in hand as they discussed any other fears they had for the future.

"I wanted to know what your thoughts were on this formation. Erwin told me he had a lot on his plate, so of course he decided to throw even more on mine."

He huffed, motioning with his head at the neat stack of folders on his desk. Azalea's eyes refocused on the boys moving lips in front of her shaking off the heavy memory, just now taking notice of the arrange of papers by her hands , not only that but how neatly scattered everything was. It was as if Levi had taken time out of his day to organize each file as he came across it. There were about 2 other filing cabinets in the room, which she assumed were also full of things Levi had to be in charge of for Erwin. Im going to kill that boy, she thought to herself before taking a peek down at the pieces of papers he was holding in front of him. 

After getting a couple issues out of the way, the slender boy offered to make her some tea. Azalea couldn't possibly say no to the boy, who already had the tea bags in his hand, his cape bellowing behind him as he made a move to set it on the back of his office chair. She couldn't help herself, allowing her eyes to stare at him knowing this was one of his favorite things to do. 

Azalea couldn't deny that the Captain was absolutely breathtaking, with his steely eyes and that silky raven hair that framed his face beautifully. His hair was getting quite long, wanting nothing more than to play with his hair. She used to watch Levi cut his own hair, but once after injuring himself he allowed her to cut his hair. But just once, he told her. She brushed it off, happily spending most of that time playing with his hair.

She definitely didn't let the fact that the workouts they had been doing were paying off, especially on Levi. The brunette knew he was fit, but it wasn't until recently when she saw the boy shirtless, that she truly took notice of how strong that boy actually was. She'd seen him shirtless countless times before, but the definition now was definitely more evident. Every inch of that boy looked like it was sculpted by a god above, his back was absolutely shredded, making all of those god forsaken button ups fit him tight.

After a couple minutes of a comfortable silence, more like a couple minutes of Azalea sitting there with her fist in her mouth as she thought about her actions with the Commander and the boy in front of her. Levi had finally turned back around locking eyes with Azaleas big brown eyes which were absolutely locked down on his. She flashed him a small smile snapping out of her trance, waving at the boy as if she hadn't been eyeing him this whole time. He handed her a cup of his favorite tea his eyebrow slightly raised, allowing his fingers to slightly ghost over hers as she grabbed her cup a small thanks leaving her lips. A brief thought came to mind as he watched her lips come in contact with his tea cup blowing softly to cool it down, chewing on his bottom lip in thought. Levi, get your shit together.

"I remember you practically throwing up a tea that I made so I went and bought some sweeteners since you don't appreciate real tea-"

"Oh, shut up. That is so not true-"

"-but here you go. Please don't spit this out. I just cleaned." Levi teased, ruffling her hair as she just pouted and sulked. The boy chuckled, taking a sip of his tea enjoying the slight burn it left as it ran down his throat letting out a satisfied hum. 

"Thank you, honey."

"It's nothing, Lea. Just a little peach syrup. Your favorite," He flushed pink as she kissed his cheek taking a seat attempting to hide his reddening cheeks with his cup, nearly spilling it down his shirt as he awaited her response. Get ahold of yourself, you little bitch.

"Oh wow... I think I just drooled a little," Azalea wiped the corner of her mouth, earning a chuckle from the boy across from her. "This tastes absolutely lovely Levi. I swear, they get better every time you make them. And I truly am sorry, I don't mean to be a priss I just can't handle bitter things. At least I don't like coffee right?"

"Tch, I wouldn't be in the same room as you if you liked coffee. Coffee breath is absolutely awful."

Azalea giggled, taking a sip of the tea humming happily as she motioned for the boy to sit next to her. She shivered lightly at the temperature in the room, wanting nothing more than to wrap herself up in her bed.

"You cold?"

"Yes. Your room is fucking freezing,"

Azalea shivered even harder, clutching the cup of tea closer to her chest. Levi chuckled to himself at how fast she grew cold shaking his head at her, reaching over to grab his cloak off of his desk chair draping it over her shoulders gingerly. Azalea thanked him nudging his arm softly, feeling the warmth of the cloak warming her up.

His familiar scent infiltrated her nostrils, taking a second longer to embrace the scent of chamomile and soap. She loved how soft his scent was compared to his harsh demeanor, eyeing the raven haired boy as he smiled at her all cozy.

He scooted his chair over slightly, so their knees were brushing to see if she would scoot any closer to warm up. And she did. Practically entwining their legs together, sighing contently at his warm legs. She leaned against his shoulder, sipping from her drink happily.

"This gesture is almost as sweet as that one time you let me use your hood due to the rain, back when we had no clue what the hell we were doing. You were absolutely drenched."

"It was nothing... and by the way, there was never a point where I never knew what I was doing. " He brushed it off, eyeing her as her hand found his rubbing it with her thumb a soft silence overcome them. He sipped generously on his hot drink, eyeing her face contort into a look of amusement a soft chuckle leaving both of their lips.

It had been a couple months since they had been able to fully relax and let their guard down around each other, so to be in her comforting embrace was nice. Levi felt his worries falter for a little bit, as he stared at the girl who was swirling her drink around.

"Of course it is! You were sick for weeks!"

"I don't remember that. Are you sure that was me?"

"Oh, don't even start that bull, Levi." She scoffed, punching his leg playfully. Levi chuckled into her hair, allowing himself to wrap an arm around the back of her chair who nuzzled into his shoulder. "You're in a good mood today. Any special occasion?"

"You ruined it," He rolled his eyes, quick to remove his arm, which made her groan throwing her head back as a breeze found her. Azalea knew better than to point it out whenever Levi was being touchy or being nice, or else it'll make him snap out of it and immediately retract himself. "I just- I missed you. I hadn't been able to properly hangout with you, so I just feel really nice right now. It's kind of weird to describe,"

"I know what you mean," She mumbled, brushing a small droplet of tea off of her shirt. "What if we make it a routine?"

"A routine?"

"Yes, Levi, a routine. We can do this as many time as you'd like. Once a month, once a week. Twice a month, twice a week-"

"How does twice a week sound? We can do Monday and Sunday, Saturday and Sunday, Tuesday or Thursday? " Levi cut her off before she continued her rant, eyeing her curiously. She looked up at him a small smile on her lips, contemplating his offer. "Or if that's too many times-"

"Oh no, no, not at all. If anything I'm surprised you didn't say every day. You scared you're gonna get tired of me, sweet cheeks?" She teased reaching up and pinching Levi's cheeks, to which he slapped her hands away a pink coating his cheeks a small frown etched on his face. "Aw, poor baby-"

A small pause followed her statement, a small smile making its way onto her lips as she eyed the tea leaves in her cup waiting for the huffing boy to say something.

"Azalea, I'm gonna throw up on you."

"No you won't."

"You're not wrong."

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