#Update i am drinking it. i saw no mold on the bag so..

[czolgosz]

should i drink tea that has been expired for three years

[bangtancentricsblog]

the fallout

i wasn’t planning on taking forever to update this but i did sorry i hope you guys enjoy it. Thank you again to my lovely wife @boymeetsweevil 😍💜💖

WARNINGS: angst, mentions  of: (emotional abuse, verbal abuse, manhandling, forced sex{?}), idk please tell me if anything is particularly triggering!

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Yoongi is buying weed from Jungkook when Jimin comes bursting into the apartment and manages to land a solid punch to his face. He’s not expecting it, hell at this very moment he can’t figure out what prompted it, but it's when he sees her come barreling after Jimin that he understands. Jimin pulls him up to continue his assault and Yoongi just takes it, Jungkook stands to the side alarmed and hesitates to intervene; it's the appearance of Taehyung that shocks the boy into action wrapping his arms around Jimin to pull him off Yoongi. Jimin’s face is an ugly shade of red as he screams his words at Yoongi, it’s been a month and a half since he’s been sleeping with ____ and so far it’s been a well kept secret. He doesn’t know how Jimin even found out, it’s not like she would willingly offer up the information.

“My sister? Are you fucking crazy, did you know she was in a relationship?!” he yells shoving Jungkook off of him.

“Jimin!” she screams eyes wide when Yoongi meets her stare. For the first time since they’ve met her expression is unreadable. She doesn’t deny it, and something in Yoongi doesn’t feel right. He should’ve known, a girl like her certainly wasn’t single, especially not when she was attending a school away from home. He’s blocked out Jimin’s voice, can only hear the way his thoughts grow louder and the tiny voice in the very back of his head reminds him that he deserves this. He chuckles and he can feel the way Jimin stiffens even when he can’t see him. Taehyung is burning holes in his head, so is Jungkook, both of his friends thoroughly confused by the sudden change in Yoongi. He shakes Taehyung off of him, rolls his shoulders, sniffling and wiping at the blood coming from his nose. 

“That’s the first I’ve heard of it, at least she’ll have some nice memories to keep her warm when she leaves.” he laughs, smirking at her, he can taste the blood that's slipped between the seam of his lips. Her cheeks are flushed, the shade looks nice but he doesn’t know if it’s because she’s embarrassed by what he said or she’s thinking of all that they’ve done together. Either way he doesn’t care, he hopes she’s enjoyed herself, enjoyed messing with him and for no reason it seems. He’s quick to leave, yanking his coat off the coat rack and haphazardly sliding his shoes on. The blood hasn’t stopped and he’s wiping at it again when he hears her voice. She's closing the distance between them quickly but he doesn't want to see her.

“Yoongi,” she starts hesitantly and when he doesn't say anything she continues “I'm sorry, but please let me explain it's not what it seems. I know I should've told you from the beginning, but you have to understand I wasn't in the right state of mind. I, he, well it's complicated.” she trails off reaching out to and trying to take hold of his hand. 

“Girls like you are so stupid,” he scoffs and she flinches, her arm falling back beside her. He’s glaring at her, eyes narrowed and teeth stained red from the blood. “I don’t care about your problems or your life. You don’t need to explain a thing because I don’t care. I don’t like girls like you, they’re desperate to try and get out that good girl mold so they fuck around with a guy like me. A guy who won’t make something of himself until his late thirties, while you’ve already married some jock with a stable income and popped out two to three kids. You’ll live in this house in the suburbs and dream about a life that isn’t boring and safe while you day drink. So please save your pathetic excuse for someone who cares, like Jimin.” he spits and he doesn’t want to admit that the hurt that flashes through her eyes affects him. She nods her head and turns on her heel leaving Yoongi alone at the top of the stairs and none of what he just said to her makes him feel any better. 

It's been a week and a half since you last saw Yoongi, truth be told you missed him. Jimin had tried to get you to talk but you couldn’t, not when he’d looked so guilty for not having been successful at warding his friends off. It wasn’t that he’d failed, more so it was that you had sought out Yoongi. Not because you wanted to mess with him, you’d never planned on doing that, you just didn't think that he would’ve been interested in a somewhat emotionally stunted girl like you. It’s one of the things JB had called you whenever you got into fights, you don't like it but compared to other words it was the nicest. 

You liked JB, had been dating for the better part of a year and a half; he was sweet, and handsome, he could be a little demanding and he manhandled you more often than naught but it was because he cared about you. When the semester had ended you and JB had been on a break, but you still wanted to be with him. He’d been the one to encourage your trip home, had told you to give each other some time away from one another and when you were ready to call him and he would be here, and you really wanted him, at least you did. 

That had been before Yoongi, sweet, caring, funny Yoongi. Yoongi wasn’t like JB, he was attentive, he listened to you, but most of all he made you feel comfortable. Yoongi had not once forced you to do something you didn't want, had never spoken down to you, had happily gone with anything you asked of him. He didn't raise his voice but rather spoke to you in a tone so soft, so full of affection it was a wonder he was still single. You liked it, liked the way he treated you, liked Yoongi. His smile, his eyes, his laugh, the way he made you feel was nothing compared to the way JB made you feel. Something was different with Yoongi, something you couldn't quite understand but couldn't help but want to never end. 

And then it had all come crashing down, it’s what you deserved you think as you lay in bed. Maybe broken people like you didn't deserve happiness and the world was just reminding you of it. You couldn’t really say you knew Yoongi well enough now, but you’re sure it was hurt that had flickered across his face when Jimin had told him the truth. Tears stung the back of your eyes and you blinked rapidly to try and keep them at bay. It didn't work, they slowly trailed across over your nose and onto the other cheek before falling into the softness of your pillow and soaking through. 

There’s a knock at your bedroom door, and moments later Jimin opens it slowly. He peeks his head in gaze, taking you curled up in your comforter in the same place he’d seen you since the whole thing with Yoongi went down. “Hey Sweetpea, you feeling any better?” he asks his tone hopeful, he’s seen you through worse so he’s just waiting it out. 

“Please go away.” you say a sob catching in your throat garbling the words as more tears fall. Jimin sighs heavily heart breaking at the sight of his baby sister hurting, he hopes you feel better soon.  It's not like you and Yoongi were in love or anything, right?”

Yoongi finds himself at the convenience store, it’s late bordering on 2 AM  and he can’t seem to make himself go home. He’s by himself, Namjoon is spending the weekend with Hoseok so he’s forced to relive the memories of you and all the places he’s fucked you. The couch, his bed, the kitchen, the hallway, every little nook and cranny taunts him of something he had that hadn't been real. Of a girl he was starting to really like, someone he thinks he could settle down with, someone who had just been looking for a fun time. He scoffs picking up a bottle of beer and two packs of peach rings, he guesses that’s all he’s good for. 

He’s never been in a relationship, he thinks of all the girls he’s been with and his body count. But there had been a time where Yoongi had wanted more, had craved it so much he’d tried to find someone who wanted more than just a fun time. Tried to find someone who wanted more than an orgasm but had found none, had been severely disappointed when the one girl he’d met some years ago had told him in explicit detail how non boyfriend material he was. He hadn’t bothered looking after that, had convinced himself that he liked the fuckboy, booty call thing he had with more girls that he could keep track of. 

Then there had been you, Jimin’s sweet baby sister. A girl he had never met before but had been drawn to, like a moth to a flame, he’d done more domestic shit with you in the month and half you were sleeping together than he had his entire life. You liked to talk when you weren’t fucking, soft whispered conversations. It was like you were afraid to ruin the calm that settled over you after your orgams. He’d learned of your tattoos, of you life as a child, of you major, your favorite pizza topping. So many things he would usually never care about, but had found him entranced. He’d even learned of a nickname your grandma had given you when you were a kid and has stuck even after her passing. 

Had been given permission to call you by it behind closed doors, had tested it on his tongue after you had uttered it. Sweetpea. Sweet because of how you grew into such a sweet young woman and pea because of the green vegetable and how all other girls would be green with envy when you’d finally matured into a woman. He’d laughed before pulling you close as you cried over how much you missed her. Had wiped your tears and even then you were beautiful to him. He shakes his head, upset that he let himself fall back into these memories. That although still fresh in his mind had been happy ones, ones he cherished but now wished he could forget. 

Yoongi puts his items on the counter pulling his wallet from his back pocket and paying with a scowl that the cashier shys away from. He takes his bag from her and just barely hears her soft, ‘have a nice night’ when he bumps into someone. That someone is a man, he’s barely an inch taller than Yoongi, with long hair and piercings, lots of them. He  finds himself most drawn to the anti-eyebrow piercing, and he briefly wonders how painful it was. Yoongi’s  ears are pierced but he doesn’t have any others, he doesn think he could bring himself to put any more holes on his body.  

“Sorry man, didn't see you there.” the stranger says and yoongi wants to laugh because how could he miss a whole ass human. He’s not in the mood to fight though so he just shrugs it off.

“Don’t worry about it.” he mutters making his way out the convenience store. He’s halfway home when he remembers that you like peach rings and he bought them out of habit. He sighs and thinks that he’ll just give them to Jungkook in exchange for a blunt or two. 

🌻(sent at 2:20 AM)

i have a surprise for you 

JB smiles at his phone, before he shoves it in his pocket and grabs a bag of peach rings. 

✧✧✧✧✧

taglist: @boymeetsweevil, @bussy-posts @peachymochimochi​

[wintrcaptn]

Written In The Stars | Bucky Barnes ✨

Summary : There was a severe storm where you were, which delayed your flight. As you sat in the airport, waiting for time to pass, you run into someone who will forever change your life. AU

A/N : yes, this is from my old blog. Enjoy!

The airport was crowded with strangers. All huddled in, either on their phones or staring at their laptops. Even the kids had a device of their own, eyes glued to the screens as if they were hypnotized. 

You sighed playing with the pages of your book. It’s been two hours since you arrived, and you were nowhere near boarding. 

The storm was chaotic, and even if you wanted to forget the trip and go back to your warm and comfortable apartment, you couldn’t leave. The roads were closed off around the area. Which only meant, you were stuck. 

There was a slight cold breeze, radiating from outside. Creating you to shiver though you were wrapped up in your coat. Not even the body heat around you could keep you warm. 

You suddenly remembered passing a coffee shop when you were running to catch your flight. It wasn’t too far, and you were sure it could help pass time. As you made your way to the coffee shop, you rummaged through your purse, looking for your card. 

“Dammit, where is it?” You grumbled to yourself. 

Without paying any attention to your surroundings, your body collided right into broad shoulders, almost making you fall. The sound of paper shuffling, and a soft grunt hummed in your ears.

“Crap! I’m so sorry!” You said, hoping you didn’t hurt anyone and bending down to retrieve the papers that fell. 

The stranger slightly chuckled, as he hunched over as well to help you. “It’s okay, don’t worry about it.” 

His voice made the hairs of your neck stand up. It was low and rough, but slightly kind of intriguing. You slowly looked up, and met the gaze of the most alluring blue eyes you have ever seen. They were warm, but inviting. 

He helped you up to your feet, his hand molding with yours, it created a sudden flutter in your stomach. “T-Thank you.” You stammered. 

The man before you was tall, making you crank your neck just to see him. And you definitely took the time to look over him. Your gaze traced over his long messy brunette hair, to his worn combat boots. He was lean, and perhaps well built under that heavy coat that draped over him. 

His lips slightly twitched up, flashing you a faint smile. “Are you okay?” He asked, a bit worried. 

You snapped out of your daze, and nodded. “Y-Yea, I’m fine. I am so sorry again, I wasn’t paying attention.” 

He shrugged his shoulders, his lips curving more by the second. “It’s fine. Trust me. All that matters is that no body got hurt.” 

There was something about him that drew you to him, and you couldn’t figure out what it was exactly. But you shook off the thoughts immediately, and cleared your throat. 

“Um, here. I believe these are yours.” You muttered, handing over the pile of papers. 

As he reached for his belongings, you couldn’t help but glance down. They were drawings of people. Breathtaking silhouettes and portraits. 

“Thanks.” He muttered, catching your attention once again. He slipped the papers into his bag, and returned his gaze to you. “I’m James, but people call me Bucky.” 

“Y/N.” You smiled. “I’m lame, I don’t have a cool nickname like yours.” 

As you both chuckled from your cheesy joke, you couldn’t help but shiver from the cold breeze you felt earlier. It reminded you of what you were doing there in the first place. You glanced behind him at the line and suddenly you thought of something. 

“How about I buy you some coffee?” You asked. “Its the least I could do since I plowed right into you.” 

Bucky curved his lips, and ran his hand through his long locks. “That’d be great.” He stepped to the side and motioned for you to lead the way. 

You could feel his stare though you were a few feet in front of him. It made your heart begin to race, something you haven’t felt in a while. 

Finally, you reached to the front of the line. The barista seemed exhausted, and a bit annoyed, but the moment her eyes laid on Bucky’s features, her whole demeanor changed. 

“Hi, what can I get tarted for you?” She asked with a flirtatious smile. 

“I’ll have a small white chocolate mocha please.” You decided to answer first, just so she knows you were there too. 

The barista didn’t give you the time of day, she just punched in your order, and returned her eyes to Bucky. “And for you sir?” She bit her lower lip. 

Bucky shifted in his stance, pushing his hair back as he looked over the menu behind her. He was obviously not paying attention to the poor girl, it was kind of entertaining to watch. 

“I’ll just have a cup of black coffee, nothing else.” He smiled. 

“Of course.” 

You gave the barista your card, and paid for the two beverages. 

“Thank you.” Bucky whispered, leaning closer to you. 

The barista handed your card back, along with your order. With one last glance, you smiled. “No problem.” You stated. “It was nice meeting you.” 

Before he had the chance to respond, you started walking toward the back. hoping to find a single seat. You were scanning around, looking from one side to the next, until suddenly a couple got up from the table in the very back by the window, and made there way out of the shop. 

“Sweet.” You mumbled to yourself. 

Walking over, your phone went off, startling you for a second. 

“Hello?” you breathed, placing your purse down onto the table as you took a seat. 

“Hi sweetheart, just wondering what the update is.” Your mother asked. 

You let out a soft sigh, looking out the fogged window. “Still the same. Looks like this storm is going nowhere.” 

“Are you serious? Have you tried another flight, or a cab?!” 

“Mom, seriously there’s nothing I can do. I can’t even go home if I wanted too.” 

She only but huffed, and you could imagine her roll her eyes as well. 

“You can’t miss Christmas. This is the only time we ever get to see you.” She exclaimed. 

“I know. I’ll try my best. Okay?” 

“Okay sweetheart.” There was a long pause and for a moment, you thought the line had disconnected. 

“Hello?” 

“There’s something I have to tell you.” Your mother said. “Your sister and Todd have decided to show up after all.” 

Your heart felt as if it had dropped to the pit of your stomach. Your mothers words played in your head over and over again. 

“I didn’t know they would-” 

“It’s fine.” You lied. “Look, I have to go. My phone is about to die and all the outlets are being used at the moment. I’ll call you when I leave.” 

You heard your mother sigh. “Okay, love you. Be safe.” 

“You too.” You ended the conversation abruptly and shoved the phone back into your purse. 

Every part of you felt heavy. As the thought of Todd began to make your stomach churn. After all this time, you had hoped not to hear that name again. But here it was. Bringing back all the painful memories you thought you erased. 

“Is this seat taken?” A familiar voice rang from behind you. 

Looking back, your lips curved into a smile. It was Bucky. The cute stranger from just a few minutes ago. “No, not at all.” 

Bucky smirked, and walked over to the seat across from you. As he plowed down, he placed his bag over his lap, and ran his fingers through his hair. Something he did quite frequently. 

“Thanks, all the seats are being used.” 

“Aw, and here I thought you were just stalking me.” You teased. 

Bucky belted out into laughter, his shoulders bounced up and down. “You caught me!” 

“So, where are you off too this Christmas?” You asked. “Let me guess, the Bahamas? Completely opposite from this crappy weather.” 

“I wish!” He exclaimed. “But I am actually returning back from visiting my Sister and niece. I was hoping to catch a cab but the storm decided otherwise.” 

“Why didn’t you stay for Christmas?” Bucky shrugged his shoulders, taking a quick sip of his black coffee. Immediately burning his lip. “My sister wanted to spend the holidays with our father and lets just say he and I don’t get along too well.” 

You glanced down at your hands, feeling like a prude for asking him too many questions. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have-” 

“Its okay.” He cut you off. “What about you?” 

You decided to act on the sudden subject change and not ask anymore questions about his family. “Well, I am visiting my parents back home. It’s the only time we get to see each other really, so I try to make an effort to visit them. Though I wish I could skip out this year.” 

Bucky tilted his head, as he leaned back into his chair, lingering on every word that fell from your lips. 

“My sister and her boyfriend are going to be there, and I definitely don’t want to see them.” You exhaled. “Her boyfriend is my Ex.” 

“Oh.” Was all Bucky could say. He didn’t know how to react to something like that. The pain in your voice was so distinct, he could see just how much it hurt you. And though he wanted to know more, he didn’t want to force you into talking about anything you weren’t comfortable with. 

“But anyways, enough with the family drama.” You chuckled. “I noticed your drawings earlier. They’re really amazing.” 

He swallowed hard, clenching his jaw tightly as he held his gaze with yours. His drawings were something personal to him. Something he never shared with anyone because it was just a way to escape from reality. “Can I see them?” You asked. 

“Thanks, but they aren’t finished.” 

“Well from what I saw, I thought they were breathtaking.” He took another sip of his drink as well as you. The first sip felt so soothing as it went down. Definitely what you needed. 

Both you and Bucky talked for what seemed like forever. You learned a lot about him. From his favorite book, to the cute little childhood stories. You both shared so much about your lives, you were beginning to feel as if you had known the guy all your life. 

He made your stomach hurt from laughing, and your cheeks ache from smiling so much. But it was the best few hours you’ve had with a guy since Todd. 

“Okay, serious question.” Bucky muttered, pushing his hair back. 

“Uh oh! Here it goes.” You chuckled. 

“If your house was on fire and you had-” He paused and shrugged as he came up with a number. “And you had 60 seconds, what would you take?” 

You were taken aback, furrowing your brows as your locked your gaze with his. “What?” You breathed. 

“If your house was-” 

“Yeah, no. I heard you, I just-I don’t know. I never thought about it.” You whispered. Bucky opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted by the loud sound of a woman’s voice speaking through the intercom. She was informing everyone that the storm had passed, and it was time to begin boarding passengers. 

You swung your legs and hopped out of the chair, and pulled your purse over your shoulder. “Man, i didn’t even get to enjoy my White Chocolate Mocha!” 

Bucky propped up on his feet as well, looking a bit bummed from the quick end to the conversation. “Guess thats you?” He asked. 

You nodded and forced a smile. “Yep. Off to spend some quality time with my awesome family.” 

“If your mom made that oh so amazing apple pie you talked so highly about, I’m sure it’ll be one hell of a trip.” He winked, making you snort with laughter. 

“Fingers crossed.” 

“It was nice to meet you, even if it were just a few hours.” He smiled. “I had a great time.” 

“Me too. I enjoyed hearing your crazy stories about You and your best friend-Steve right?” 

Bucky nodded, answering your question without a single word. “You guys are crazy.” You chuckled, reaching your hand out to him to shake.

This was it, you had to say goodbye to the stranger that somehow made you feel happy in such a short amount of time. Bucky reached for your hand, and pulled you into him. Giving you a gentle hug. He was warm, and so comfortable, you couldn’t help but feel safe in his arms. As if you were meant to be exactly right where you were. 

You barely knew one another, but somehow, you both felt such a strong connection. Like a pull you both couldn’t escape from. As he held you close to him, Bucky was trying to find the courage to kiss you. Every part of him feigned for that touch, since the moment you bump into him. He was so mesmerized by you, it was insane. But he was too late to make his move. 

Clearing your throat, you took a step back, pulling yourself away from him. Though a part of you didn’t want to leave. “Well I ought to be leaving. Don’t wanna miss my flight.” You said awkwardly.

“Yeah, of course.” Bucky smiled. 

“Goodbye, and good luck with everything.” You turned on your heels and made your way to the terminal. Leaving Bucky behind, with his thoughts running wild. He watched you until you faded into the crowd, until you were no longer visible. 

“Good job.” He mumbled to himself. 

Bucky reached for his belongings, until something caught his eye. And in that moment, as he reached for your phone that laid still on the table, a little pinch of hope sparked inside of him. Maybe this was fate giving him another chance? or maybe it was just coincidence. He wasn’t sure. But he knew one thing for sure, he wasn’t going to let his second chance go to waste.

[sonderlivra]

Tequila Christmas - An SnK AU gift for Levihan Secret Santa!

This is a gift for @raisedinthunder ! So sorry for the late update Hope you have a very Merry Christmas!!

Warning: Some swearing here and there.

They lived together in a small apartment that suited them just right. True, it was cramped, and old, and had serious dry mold and crumbling wallpaper when they first saw it. True, they had first moved in together due to necessity more than anything else. But they had come a long way since then. The dry mold and dusty wallpaper disappeared within the first month. Their awkwardness at sharing living space disappeared within the first two months. And before they knew it, “the apartment​” became “home” and they went from “coworkers” to “friends” to something much more.

Winters were particularly difficult because of the dodgy heating, and so on this particular night, they were huddled together on the couch under the massive, warm rug they tended to share as a daily ritual.

“How was work?” She asked him first, dumping in marshmallows into her hot chocolate.

“Jesus, do you want to put yourself in a sugar coma?”

She smirked. “When this much sugar is on hand, fuck yes.”

“Tch. Tolerance is a virtue, Hange.”

“Isn’t that supposed to be patience?” She took a sip, then hissed loudly when the scalding liquid met her mouth.

“Well, clearly you have neither, Shitty-glasses. Just let it cool down, already.”

She sighed theatrically. “How long have you known me, Levi?”

“Far too long.”

“Then this shouldn’t surprise you.” Holding her gaze locked onto his, she dumped more marshmallows into her mug and took a large swig of the concoction.

He rolled his eyes. “I give up. You’re hopeless.”

“Hopelessly in looove,” she cooed and hooked her arm around him.

He leaned away, wrinkling his nose. “I stand corrected. You’re hopelessly drunk.”

“Well, in my defense,” Hange declared, “I blame today.”

Levi frowned, and took a sip of his tea. “Why, what’s today?”

“Shut. Up. You filthy fuckin’ liar.” Hange wagged an accusing finger at him. “You know perfectly well what day it is today.”

He stared at her blankly for a moment, then his eyes widened. “Oh.” He looked supremely unhappy. “It’s Christmas.”

“Christmas Eve,” she corrected him. “The team wanted to go out for drinks-”

“You mean Moblit wanted to go out for drinks,” he deadpanned.

“And so, being the beautifully brilliant boss that I am,” Hange continued blithely, “I went with the team. It’s traditional.”

She reached for the bag of marshmallows and Levi swept it out of her reach. Ignoring her outraged hiss, he muttered, “Bullshit. We’re not even religious, Hange.”

“Wow, fuck you too,” Hange snapped. “Your atheist mathematical ass may not get the joy and the gaiety of the season but I do.”

“Yes, nothing says ‘joy to the world’ like getting piss-drunk on tequila shots.”

“You know what, screw this. I’m going to bed.”

And that was when Levi realised how insensitive he’d been. Moments like these were infrequent, but, with Levi’s natural crankiness, inevitable. “Fine, sit down. Look, be as joyous and festive as you like.” He grabbed her wrist. “Hange. Hange.”

“What.” She snapped, struggling to extricate herself from the rug and pull her hand from his grasp at the same time, and failing miserably at both.

“I’m sorry.” His quiet voice seemed to calm her and she stared at him for a long moment.

She opened her mouth to say something, but was interrupted by the faded chirp of their second-hand cuckoo clock. Outside, the bells in the University campus began to toll.

“Midnight,” Hange whispered. Then she yanked her hand away so suddenly Levi was forced to let go of her. Before another word was uttered, she stumbled away into their bedroom.

“Hange-? Hey, look, I said I’m sorry-” Levi had stood up to follow her when he stopped abruptly. She had flitted back into the room and was holding a large, haphazardly-wrapped package.

Her voice was even, her face expressionless. “I know you don’t care for this festival so…” She stepped closer and handed him the large box. “Happy Birthday.”

He looked from the gift to her, and back at the gift again for a long moment. Then, he turned on his heel and marched into the bedroom.

Hange slumped visibly, her cheeks reddening, angry and embarrassed. “Right. Of course, I shouldn’t have expected any better-”

And then he was back, holding a-

“What the fuck?” Hange gasped.

“You’re right. I don’t care for the festival.” Levi spoke as quietly as always, as though it was just normal for him to be standing there, holding a large box wrapped neatly in candy-cane patterned gift wrap. “But I know you do.” He offered her the box. “Merry Christmas, Four-eyes.”

They stared at each other for a long moment in silence. This was new territory for both of them. Somehow, over the years, they had never had a Christmas together, the universe managing to keep them apart through some way or the other (work, a sick relative, a sudden revolution… you know, regular stuff). Now both of them were left equally surprised and unsure.

Hange being Hange, took the first step forward. Mutely, she reached out for the gift in his hands while simultaneously offering him hers. They moved slowly, awkwardly, as they accepted their gifts. This was very, very new for both of them.

“Well.” Hange said. “Shall we?”

Levi simply nodded, his pale cheeks flushed pink.

They sank onto the couch. For a split second they simply sat, staring at the boxes on their laps. Then Hange attacked hers, and Levi began to unwrap his, an ill-concealed smile on his face.

Unsurprisingly, Hange managed to unwrap her gift first. Levi paused his unwrapping and watched her. “Go on,” he muttered, fidgeting slightly. He was clearly still not at ease.

She ripped away the tape sealing the box and finally opened it. And sat and stared at its contents, stunned.

“Levi…” She whispered hoarsely.

He flicked imaginary dust away from his sweater. “Don’t you like it?”

“Like it?” Hange laughed shakily. “It’s a spectrometer. A spectrophotometer. A microspectrophotometer.”

“That’s what you wanted right?” He asked her, not quite able to hide his concern. “For your weaponry artifacts?”

She opened and closed her mouth a couple times, clearly at a loss for words. Levi continued to stare at her anxiously.

“Open your gift,” she said finally.

“Hange-”

“Just open it, Levi.”

He’d fucked up. Fuck, he’d fucked up. He didn’t even know how or why, but he knew he had. If Hange’s immediate reaction wasn’t effervescent joy, then he’d definitely done something wrong. He had a sudden urge to pack his bags and leave, rather than unpack the gift he certainly did not think he deserved​.

But she was waiting, so he complied, carefully unsticking the various tabs of tape that held the wrapping paper in place. When he opened the expensive-looking box that looked like it came from a fancy couturier’s, he sat back, stunned in his turn.

“What -what is this.”

Hange burst into speech. “It’s the scabbard. Your scabbard. The one to go with your heirloom sword, you know, the one so sharp a thousand years later that it can still split a hair in half. The sword whose scabbard was lost in time, the one you’re going to give to your cousin when she’s ready. I mean, look, it’s got the Ackerman coat of arms. Now you can give her the full set.”

Levi turned to her, his expression still shocked.

“I know what you’re going to say.” Hange continued, letting out a shaky laugh. “It’s expensive. But I happened to find it and I couldn’t let it go, not when I found your heirloom, Levi. So I -heh, I kind of…” She had a strange smile on her face, “I sold it. My collection, my artifacts, I sold them all, got a really good price for them, and I got you this. So, um, yeah. I know you got me the spectrometer for them, but it’s okay, I love it and and can totally use it for other things. It’s fine.”

Levi stared at her for a long moment. Finally, he croaked, “Hange.”

“It wasn’t a loss, don’t worry, I got a good price for them, honestly, I should've​ done it sooner, the money could’ve come in use-”

“Hange.” He interrupted her loudly. She stopped her nervous babbling. “Hange, that spectrometer, fuck… I sold my sword.”

“You what?”

“I found a private collector and I sold the sword. There’s nowhere I’d use it anyway. And you’ve been raving about the spectrometer for ages, so-”

He stopped abruptly. They both stared at each other again, equally shocked -again. Then, in sync, they smiled at each other.

“You’re an idiot.”

“You’re a colossal idiot.”

“You sold your thousand-year-old sword!”

“You sold the artifacts you’ve been collecting since you were eight fucking years old!”

They stopped, and their grins widened. Thrusting away their now-useless gifts, they slumped into each other’s arms, familiar and comfortable once more.

“We’re both idiots,” Hange declared, burrowing into his embrace, as usual. “Of the Colossal variety.”

“Agreed,” Levi murmured, his hands stroking her stringy hair, as usual. “It’s like you said, Shitty-glasses​. We’re hopelessly in love.”

She smirked, leaning into his hand in her hair. “Look at you being romantic and all. Who'd’ve thought your granite-face exterior has such a gooey-”

“You can’t be poetic for shit, so shut up, will you.”

“All gooey and mushy and sparkly- mmph!”

He cut her off with a warm, deep kiss that banished every last vestige of awkwardness. How could they be awkward or uncertain, when being together always felt right, like being home?

When he pulled away, she murmured, “Now what do we do about the stuff?” They peered over the other’s shoulder at the gifts.

“Well,” he whispered against her cheek. “We could sell them, too.”

Hange gasped excitedly. “Then we’ll have money to spend!”

“Yup. And I know exactly where to spend it.”

She looked at him quizzically.

He grinned. “On a Christmas tradition, of course. Getting piss-drunk on tequila shots.”

“There’s the grump I fell in love with!”

And so, for every Christmas after that in the Zoë-Ackerman household, there was always, always tequila.

Notes: My first Levihan fic ever, hope they’re not too OOC!

Gift of the Magi is my fave X-mas story and I was so pumped to use its theme for these guys because, come on, it’s perfect for them!

Also, I really, really wanted to include this but I couldn’t find a way to do so - Hange is a Forensic Archaeologist, which is such a cool and disturbing but mostly cool career field, so it was perfect for Hange! She and Levi teach at a University, and Levi’s subject is… math. He does intense MMA, she’s a crazy acrobat, they bond over capoeira. Nothing less for this badass pairing.

Hope you liked it and Happy Holidays to you!

[writteninthestars288]

First Time

Request : (Pre-Apocalypse) Negan and his wife get married. She saved herself for marriage so Negan tries to make the night as special as possible.

A/N: I know, I know, another late post. I swear you guys, I really tried to post at a normal time. But thank you to the person who requested this one shot. I really loved writing it. If anyone else has any requests, don’t be afraid to message me :) Also, the flu and stomach bug are currently going around my house and I am not feeling to great at the moment. So there may or may not be an update on Sunday. I’ll have to wait to see how I feel :( 

Negan watched her from afar as she stood in front of one of the many tables in the reception hall, talking to a group of people he was pretty sure were some of her friends from college.

He took the time to run his eyes up and down her body while sipping his whisky. The long, white, dress she was wearing hugged her body perfectly. When he first saw her in it just a couple hours ago, he had barely supressed his moan of approval. The way it molded to her was enough to make his dick twitch in his pants. He couldn’t wait until they could head back to their hotel room.

He had a lot planned for the night. After all, it was a special night. Not only would it be the start of their honeymoon, but it would also be her first time. Negan would be lying if he said he hadn’t been shocked when he found out she was still a virgin at twenty seven years old. He could still remember the embarrassment on her face when she told him.

It had been after their fourth or fifth date when she had invited him into her apartment for some coffee. Negan had thought he knew what that meant but when he tried sneaking his hand into her jeans while they were making out on her couch, he found out he was wrong. When she had first said it, he thought he had heard her wrong.

“You wanna fucking run that by me again?”

She groaned and ran her hands over her face in embarrassment. After a few minutes of silence, she took a deep breath before speaking again.

“I’m a virgin.”

At first, Negan didn’t believe her. He laughed and told her how funny she was. It wasn’t until she dropped her hands and he saw the scowl on her face that he knew she wasn’t joking.

Clearing his throat, he settled his hands on her hips.

“Sorry. I fucking mean’t how?”

“I want to save myself until marriage.”

That had shocked him even more. But after he met her parents and realized she had grown up in an old school Italian family, he understood.

But now that they were married, Negan was ready to show her everything she had been missing out on and more.

If he had his way, they wouldn’t have even gone to the reception. They would have gone up to their hotel room and put the do not disturb sign on the door.

But she had insisted they go, especially since her parents had paid for the reception. With a disgruntled sigh, he gripped her hand and walked into the reception.

As they were waiting to walk in, Negan looked down at his new bride.

“Do we have to fucking stay here long?”

He watched as she looked up at him. Her large brown eyes looked up into his as she rolled them.

“Negan, don’t you want to celebrate? We did just get married.”

Negan smirked and tugged her closer to him.

“Fuck yea I want to celebrate. But I’ve got something else in fucking mind.”

He gave a cocky laugh when he saw her cheeks turn red. He knew she wanted it as much as he did.

Biting her lip, she locked eyes with him once again.

“Do you think you can manage three hours? Then we can go.”

Negan smirked and pecked her lips.

“Sounds fucking good to me, Doll.”

Turning around to look at the clock, Negan saw the three hours were almost up. Looking back to where his she was, he saw her say goodbye to her friends before heading over to her mother. The two spoke quickly before she walked off towards the back room where the coats were.

Smirking, he downed the rest of his drink and placed the empty glass on a random table before following her.

Being as quiet as he could, he stepped into the room and saw she was going through a purse. His smirk grew as he took in her bent over form. He silently shut the door before clearing his throat.

“Well now ain’t this a pretty fucking sight.”

He heard her yelp before quickly turning around. She placed a hand against her racing heart and huffed.

“Jesus Negan! You scared me.”

Negan smirked and slowly walked towards her.

“My fucking apologies, Brianna. Wouldn’t wanna give my new wife a fucking heart attack.”

Brianna rolled her eyes at her husband.

“Then don’t sneak up on me.”

Negan just laughed as he stopped in front of her. He lent his head to the side and poked his tongue out between his teeth.

The pair stood in silence for a few minutes. Brianna could feel her heartbeat quicken when she saw the way Negan was looking her up and down.

He stepped forwards and placed his hands on her hips.

“What the fuck are you doing in here?”

Brianna sighed softly and lent into him. She silently inhaled his scent. A scent that always made her feel better and comforted her.

“I’ve got a headache. I was trying to find the tylenol my mom has.”

Negan nodded as he rubbed his hands up and down her back.

“You know what a good fucking cure for a headache is?”

Brianna hummed and Negan smirked again. “A good fuck.”

Brianna’s breath hitched when his hand trailed over her ass before going traveling back up to the top of her dress where the zipper was. While he was doing this, he buried his face into the side of her neck and started nipping and kissing the skin.

She felt her heart start to beat faster. Part from pleasure and part from nerves. She knew their time was coming and now that it was here, her nerves had raised to new levels.

Swallowing the lump in her throat, she turned her head to look at him.

“W-what about the party?”

Negan looked up at her and grinned.

“Sweetheart, almost everyone is fucking gone. Besides, you fucking promised me three hours and three hours is fucking up.”

Brianna knew he was right. She did promise him three hours. She knew she was just trying to stall. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to be with Negan that way because she did. God knows she did. There were many times during their relationship that she almost said to hell with it and jumped him. But there was always something holding her back. It was mostly the fear of what if she wasn’t good? What if she was awful and Negan decided he didn’t want to be with her anymore?

She knew that thought was irrational but she couldn’t help it.

Come on, Brianna. Don’t be such a baby. You know you can trust Negan. She thought to herself. Taking a deep breath, she placed a soft kiss on his temple.

“Okay.��

Negan grinned and stood up to his full height.

“Let’s go fucking tell every one that the party is fucking over.”

Brianna allowed Negan to pull the main hall. After telling everybody thank you and goodbye, Brianna and Negan headed back up to their hotel room. They would be staying the night in the hotel they got married in before heading to the airport in the morning to catch their flight to Hawaii.

Brianna let out a soft giggle when the elevator doors shut. Negan had pulled her so her back was against his chest and he buried his face back into her neck

“God I can’t fucking wait to see what is underneath that fucking dress.”

She could feel the beginnings of an erection poking her in the back, making her gasp softly.

“I-I got something to change into.”

Negan growled.

“Well I certainly like the fucking sound of that.”

When the elevator stopped and the doors opened, Negan grabbed Brianna’s hand and led her down the hall and to their room. He unlocked their door but before Brianna could go in, Negan swept her off her feet, making her squeal with laughter.

Negan grinned and walked through the doorway of their room. Setting her down on her feet, he watched as she kicked her heels off before going over to her bags and grabbing a small one that said Victoria’s Secret.

“I’ll be right back.” She lent up and kissed his cheek. Negan smacked her ass as she walked by, making her yelp.

“You’ve got five fucking minutes or I’ll break the fucking door down.”

Brianna rolled her eyes and walked into the bathroom, shutting and locking the door behind her. Setting the bag on the counter, she took a few deep breaths before unzipping her wedding dress. Pushing it down her body, she picked it up and hung it on the back of the door before pulling out the contents of the bed.

Earlier in the week, she had been out shopping with her sister, Cassie, when she saw the perfect lingerie for her wedding night. She knew it would make Negan drool.

The set consisted off a sheer mesh and lace bra. It came with matching panties and stockings.

Taking off her white lace bra and panties, she pulled on her new clothes. Brianna had to admit, she looked good. She couldn’t help but stare at herself in the mirror. Out in the bedroom, she heard Negan unzip his pants and her heart started to beat faster.

“Fucking hurry up in there, Baby. Someone is out here and they’re very fucking excited to meet you.”

Brianna blushed and looked back in the mirror. Reaching up, she pulled out all the bobby pins that were keeping her hair up. She sighed contently when her chocolate brown hair fell down her back, the curls still bouncy. She touched up her make up before deciding it was time to head out.

“You can do this, Brianna.” She reassured herself as she reached for the doorknob. She slowly opened the door and stepped out. Their eyes locked and Brianna couldn’t help but look him over as he did the same to her.

He had shed his tux and was now sitting on the bed in just his boxers. His black hair was still slicked back and his brown eyes had darkened to the point where they looked black.

Something out of the corner of her eye made her break eye contact with him. It was then she noticed the ten or so candles that were now lit and scattered around the room.

“Holy fuck.” She heard him hiss. Negan got up from the bed and walked over to her. Gripping her chin, he pulled her face up to his. “Do you know how hard you just fucking made me? I could break fucking glass.”

Brianna blushed again and flickered her eyes once again to the candles.

“Where did you get all these?”

Negan smirked and followed her eyes. He had a feeling she would like this.

“A lot of them I fucking took from the apartment. I wanted our first fucking night together to be fucking special.”

Brianna could cry. She knew of Negan’s past. She knew he was considered the king of one night stands before they had met. So for him to do this for her, made her feel like the luckiest girl in the world.

“I love it.” She whispered, her eyes glistening with tears.

“I’m fucking glad. Do you know fucking hard it was to get them here? I didn’t want you to fucking hear them in my bags.”

Brianna laughed and sniffled. She turned her head back to Negan and threw her arms around his neck before pressing her lips against his in an open mouth kiss. Negan groaned and took the opportunity to slip his tongue into her mouth. He dropped his hand from her chin and settled for wrapping his arms around her waist.

When Brianna felt her lungs burning, she pulled away.

“Make love to me, Negan.”

Negan smirked down at her. He kissed her again before pulling away slightly, his breath fanning over her lips.

“Your wish is my fucking command.”

He picked her up so her legs wrapped around his waist as he carried her over to the bed. He laid her down on the bed before crawling on top of her.

He started placing kisses on her neck again as he trailed his fingetips over her stomach. Brianna felt a shiver run down her spine. She gasped when he cupped her right breast through her bra. Negan moved his head from her neck and pulled the cup of her bra down so he could latch onto her nipple.

Brianna tossed her head back and moaned loudly as he swirled his tongue around and sucked on her sensitive peak.

“Oh god” she said. She could feel herself getting even wetter. She had never been this wet before.

Negan was the same. He was painfully hard and all he wanted to do was bury himself in Brianna but he was determined to take it slow and make it as special as he could. This was a whole new thing for both of them.

“Fuck baby.” He reached around and unclipped her bra before throwing it on the ground. Brianna went to cover herself but Negan stopped her. “Don’t even fucking think about it.”

He pulled her arms away and grinned down at her.

“You’ve been fucking holding out on me, Doll. These are fucking beautiful.”

Brianna moaned when both of his large, rough hands, cupped each of her breasts.

Feeling bold, Brianna reached a hand down to stroke Negan through his boxers. Negan groaned and closed his eyes as her hand moved up and down his shaft.

The more she stroked, the closer Negan was to cumming and he was in no way ready to cum. His eyes snapped open and he reached down, grabbing her hand and pinning it to the bed.

“You’re gonna fucking make me cum and I’m trying to be a fucking gentleman here.”

He bent down and connected their lips again. Their tongues fought for dominance, Negan’s ultimately winning.

Negan was the first to pull away and he started kissing down her stomach. Brianna’s chest was heaving up and down and she was sure her heart was going to jump out of her chest when he stopped just above her panties.

“Let’s fucking see what else you’ve been fucking hiding from me.” Letting her arm go, he used both hands to pull her panties down her legs leaving her in just her stockings.

Brianna closed her eyes, trying to calm her racing heart when she felt Negan placing kisses up and down her legs and lower abdomen. She moaned softly at the feel of his beard on her inner thighs. Her eyes flew open when she felt the first flick of his tongue against her wet heat.

“You taste so fucking good, Brie.” Negan grinned as she licked her up and down. Brianna felt like her whole body was on fire. Her hips had started to move on their own, humping against Negan’s face. Negan chuckled and pinned them down with his arm. “Take it fucking easy, Doll. Enjoy the fucking ride.”

Brianna’s eyes rolled into the back of her head. Her hand reached down to grip Negan’s hair, earning her a growl in response.

“Don’t stop, Negan.” She panted. Her back arched off the bed when his lips wrapped around her clit.

“You gonna fucking cum for me?” His finger teased her tight entrance, making her tense up slightly.

“N-Negan…”

“Shh…Fucking trust me, okay?”

Brianna opened her eyes and looked down at him. She slowly nodded and laid back. She gasped when she felt him push one of his long fingers inside of her.

Negan couldn’t help the loud moan he let out when he felt the way she clenched around his finger.

“Jesus-fucking-Christ, Brianna. Now I really just wanna fucking bury my fucking dick inside this tight little pussy.”

He started to move his finger inside of her. It took a little getting used to but when he started lapping at her clit again, Brianna started moaning louder and louder.

“Negan I-oh fuck! It feels so good!”

“You never fucking answered me. You gonna fucking cum for me?”

Brianna bit her lip and eagerly nodded. She felt her stomach begin to tighten and her vision started to go black around the edges when she felt an intense orgasm wash over her.

“Negan!” She screamed, her hand tightening in his hair while the other grasped the sheets below her. Negan let her hips move against his face as she rode out her orgasm.

When she collapsed back onto the bed, Negan pulled back and grinned, his face and beard covered in her juices. He slowly pulled his finger out of her and happily licked it clean. Grabbing a tissue from the side of the bed, he wiped his face. Throwing it away, he pushed his boxers off before climbing back on top of her.

“Baby?” He passionately kissed her. It took a few seconds before she started kissing back. “There you fucking are. I thought I’d fucking lost you.”

Brianna shook her head, placing a hand against her heaving chest.

“T-that was incredible.”

Negan smirked.

“It’s only going to get fucking better.”

That was when Brianna felt the tip of his member brushing against her entrance.

“Tell me to fucking stop and I will.” Negan said, suddenly very serious. Brianna swallowed harshly and looked up at him, giving him a slight nod.

That was all he needed before he pushed forward.

Brianna gasped and tears stung her eyes when he pushed through her barrier. Negan groaned when she immediately clenched around him.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He hissed, trying to control himself. All he wanted to do was ram into her but he knew he couldn’t. Not yet. Not her first time.

When he didn’t hear her, he looked down and saw tears were streaming down her face and her hands where gripping the sheets so hard, her knuckles were white.

“Hey, fucking look at me.” Brianna turned her eyes to his. “You okay? Cause I’ll fucking stop.”

Brianna shook her head.

“I’m fine. J-just go slow please.”

Negan smirked and flicked his tongue out to lick his lips.

“I’ll go at whatever fucking pace you need me to.” He bent down and softly kissed her lips. “Just fucking relax, Brie. Let me fucking handle everything.”

Brianna nodded and wrapped her arms around his neck. She loved how sweet he was being. Negan wasn’t normally the kind to be all sweet so when he was, it made Brianna feel that much more loved. It was just another side that she got to see and no one else.

She felt Negan pull out before slowly pushing back in.

Brianna grunted uncomfortably but she was determined to see this through. She wanted this so badly. She trusted Negan and knew he wouldn’t do anything to hurt her.

For the first few minutes they were trying to figure out a rhythm. Brianna was relieved when she finally felt the pain subside and be replaced by pleasure.

“Fuck your pussy feels so fucking good.” He grunted, leaning down to attack her neck again. Brianna moaned her nails digging into his back.

“Right there,” she said, her hips moving in time with his. She gasped when he moved his hips and hit a particular spot that made her see stars.

“Negan!” She moaned, louder this time. Negan gave a throaty moan and sped up. Nothing in the world would ever compare to hearing Brianna moan his name.

Their bodies began to get a thin layer of sweat on them as they both came closer to their orgasms.

“I’m so close” she said. Negan nodded.

“I fucking know sweetheart. I’m right there fucking with you. Fuck!” Another loud moan escaped his throat as he moved even faster, trying to give them what they both desperately wanted.

Brianna opened her mouth to say something but stopped when she felt the most incredible sensation wash over her. Her body started to convulse as her back arched off the bed.

Her orgasm rocked through her body like she had never felt before. Negan hissed as her nails dug into him and she clenched him. A couple more thrusts and he joined her in bliss. They both moaned each others names as Negan spilled his seed inside of her. Brianna gasped at the feeling but was far to gone to car.

Her body dropped back onto the bed, exhausted. Both were breathing hard as they came down from their highs.

Brianna let out a slight moan as he pulled out of her. He rolled next to her, looking over to see her chest was still heaving up and down.

“You fucking good?” He asked. Brianna smiled and nodded, looking over at him.

“I’m amazing. That was amazing.” Negan smirked.

“You sure know how to fucking make a man feel fucking good about himself.”

Brianna laughed as Negan pulled her so she was laying on his chest. He reached down and grabbed a blanket, covering their nakes bodies.

“I hope you fucking know we’ll be doing more of that tonight.”

Brianna grinned and picked her head up to look at him.

“I can’t wait.”

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