⤜Chapter Twenty-Four⤛

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You walked down the stairs, clad in your pajamas and bunny slippers, damp hair dripping onto your clothes to see everyone sitting one the couch, the table neatly organised with all the stuff you bought earlier today.

You squealed and ran over, shocking the men with your sudden appearance.
"(Y/n)! Did you have a nice bath?" Marcel asked as Colt ruffled your damp hair, only to pull his hand away with a wrinkle of his nose.
"Yeah. Thanks you guys!" You smiled and looked around and everyone. Reiner smiled back at you and Porco stared. He patted his leg before picking up a couch cushion and dropping it on the floor.

You got the hint and sat on the floor, your body in between his legs as he gently gathered all your hair in his hands. He let out a small noise of disappointment.

"Towel drying isn't good for your hair. But you'd probably catch a cold if it isn't dried." He muttered. You smiled and hummed apologetically.

Reiner had put on a random series for background noise. He, Colt and Marcel were enjoying the snacks, cheese platter and wine that you had bought. You reached out slightly to pick up two of your favourite candies.

Unwrapping one, you placed it in your mouth and closed your eyes in bliss. You unwrapped the other one and held it up for Porco who was still dealing with your hair. His hands occupied, you leant forward and took it in between his teeth before devouring it. You were off in your own land, eyes unfocused as you stared at the tv all while Porco was soothingly massaging your head.

You were vaguely aware of Porco tying your hair back and out of your face. He tapped your shoulder to let you know you were done, and so your hand instantly flew to the back of your head. You felt your hair skilfully woven into a braid and you turned around and smiled at him.
"Thank you Porco!" You exclaimed softly causing him to look away in embarrassment.

"Alright!" You jumped up and clapped your hands together, "Let's get started!"

You had everything neatly place out and you were extremely excited. You picked out a cleanser and ordered all the boys you wash their faces before they used any face masks.

Two minutes later, Colt and Marcel had a pink clay mask on and were trying out the different lip scrubs, as Reiner tapped on his phone with a gold foil one on. You sat with your legs on Porco's lap, both of you with a charcoal peel mask. You were both trying your best to not laugh while just staring at each other and being idiots.

The tv changed and you saw Colt and Marcel standing up, control straps on their wrists. You smiled and hit up and put one on as well. As you turned to Porco and Reiner you heard the music for Just Dance. You cackled evilly and you forced Porco up with you, leaving Reiner to sigh in relief and hold up his phone.

The song played out for a minute and you were humming along as you danced, Porco watching you more than he was watching the screen. The dancing madness only went on for another song until Porco tapped out and sat down, more than a little embarrassed. He resigned to sipping on wine and eating fancy cheeses and other assorted snacks.

"Whew! I'm beat!" You sighed as you dropped down next to Porco, making him drop the cracker he was holding. He shot you an annoyed glare and you laughed and apologised.
"That was fun." Colt chimed in from the kitchen where he was gulping down water. Marcel had decided no wine for him just in case.

You pulled out a couple of nail polishes and nail files with a smile. Colt knew what you were doing and filled up a big tub with warm water.  You added bath milk and coconut oil and rose essence.
"Manicures?" Marcel asked. Porco leant over and took a look at the tub placed on the floor.

You forced them all to sit down around it, hands in the bucket as you all talked about stuff.

"So do you think Eren and Mikasa got together?" Colt asked you. You hummed.
"I'm surprised that you remember them. But I'm not sure." You replied.
"I could've sworn they posted something about it on Insta. Or was that Annie and Armin?" Marcel chimed in.

The three of you gossiped as you soaked your hands, massaging them gently.

"(Y/n)? Can we take our hands out now ? I don't want them to get all pruney." Reiner asked desperately. You laughed.
"Sure. There are towels on the couch, do you mind grabbing them?" You replied.
You got up with a groan and passed the towel to you.

Everyone took one and began drying their hands.

"Okay so who's doing whose nails?" You ask with a soft clap. Reiner shuddered.
"I think that was enough for me. I'm gonna just sit down." He sat on the couch and whipped out his phone.

You sighed in disappointment.
"Colt and I do each other's." Marcel said with a laugh. Colt's eyes widen and he made a face that said "Dear god."

You took Porco's hands in yours, smiling at him as you tried to squash the butterflies fluttering in your stomach.
"I'm guessing you don't want them painted?" You muttered. Upon closer inspection, you noticed that his nails were very well kept and neat.

"Can you put a clear coat on? I'd hate to chip a nail on this trip."

You stared at him, completely dumbfounded. You looked at the others to see if they had heard what he said. Colt and Reiner looked absolutely flabbergasted whilst Marcel seemed as if he was trying not to laugh.

"What?" Porco asked you, irritation creeping in his tone. You cleared your throat.
"N-nothing! Here let me g-get to work." You spoke in a small voice. It was silent as you coated his nails in a clear layer and you felt his eyes bore into you.

It was about two hours later, Porco had done your nails and you had both fallen asleep on the couch together.

Colt and Reiner had help Marcel clean up and then went to their rooms to sleep.

"Goodnight you two." Marcel whispered before turning off the lights and going to bed.

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A/N: I'm sorry if this chapter wasn't what you thought it'd be!!

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