#He'll go home and tell Sasha about this and she'll just be like

[nohalosinhell-archive]

roxenne-the-vixen​:

“…Who the fuck?”

She was absolutely dazed by the question– but still seemed to ponder it all the same.

“no…I don’t think so ” she stated softly…she seemed to be thinking very hard…but it came to be a struggle.

“I can’t really remember what his name was…but I’m pretty sure it definitely wasn’t Pete. Let alone with an "uncle” in front of it.“ She chuckled softly, "I might have been a younger woman who was seein’ an older gent– but I’m fairly certain he wasn’t that kinda older guy– More like an older brother type if anything– in fact I think he actually had a brother– that or maybe it was his partner? Alls I know is'at they were together when I met him for the first time.” She snickered, perhaps that was an amusing memory for her…

“And when I say young woman I meant in my mid to late 20s to early thirties. Think he had somewhere between 8 to 10 years on me tops…if I remember right– Which I wouldn’t rely on considerin’ the weird gaps I have in certain areas involvin’ him.” She shook her head some, “Honestly… that’s where it gets kinda weird…” She mumbles, “…His name…His face…I mean— I can tell ya just about everything else around him…I could tell ya he always smelled like Whiskey and cigar smoke after a particularly rough night on the job…Could tell ya he worked long nights. Could tell ya he was a little old school– but again, he was older'an me anyway– so that’s not so weird. In fact I found it charming. I’m a little weird myself…i kinda like the older things ya know? But those specific features– the important details like identity…I dunno– everytime I try to touch on those important details… it’s like it deliberately blurred out…like static or somethin’. ”

“I don’t know why…but it feels like somethin’s blockin’ it…but it ain’t my own doin…if that makes sense? Not that it really matters anymore anyway…” She shrugged, “That was then…and then is gone…but it hurts… because I know that these pieces are important…but I’ve pretty much come to terms with the fact that– I’m just going to be stuck with these fragments and the feelings of love and pain they bring eith'em forever…heh…welcome to hell, right?”

Not Uncle Pete? Damn. He was pretty sure he was onto something, but if the guy had a brother, that did rule him out... unless his mother had another brother neither she nor Uncle Pete talked about. “Older brotha’...” His eyes narrowed in thought as he tapped his claws against his coffee cup. They had a big family, so that didn’t narrow it down a whole hell of a lot. 

Were it not in shit-poor taste to make a joke about a gal’s long-lost boyfriend, he would ask if she were talking about him. Apparently he gave off big brother energy even when he wasn’t looking after Anthony and Molly-- and once Anthony was old enough, they did work together (partially because they worked damn well together and partially because of that big brother energy... Adrian never liked the idea of Anthony working on his own, grown-ass man or not, that was still his baby brother and it was still the mob.)

But that’s a sick joke to make... and it couldn’t be him. He’d remember--

... Why can’t she remember? 

Oh, right, because it’s hell. That sounds like a pretty damn good punishment to live with for all eternity: Knowing you loved someone, remembering just enough about them to miss them... but never being able to remember anything that would help you find him again. Because he’s definitely down here... every man in their family is (or was. Some have been erased... but no one from their time. Henroin might be a piece of shit, but he’s good at keeping the family together and... out of shit’s way on Extermination day.)

“... Tell me everythin’ you rememba’.” He says after a long pause of thinking through his family. Sadly, the things she said didn’t narrow it down much. Long nights were common... so was a bottle of whiskey once that night was over. Cigars... that might be something. Most of them smoked, don’t get him wrong, but it was usually cigarettes. “I gotta know the guy... if he’s still down here, ‘m gonna find ‘em.”

[eternal-armin]

period comfort

gender-neutral reader (as usual) characters included: jean, sasha, armin, levi, hange, mikasa, erwin, asot armin

modern au because (i was going to end that sentence but it works) this is a bit long so i need to get in the habit of doing this more

·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙✩*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ 　jean　.·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙✩*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .

⭑*•̩̩͙⊱• was really not that educated at first ⭑*•̩̩͙⊱• but understood the ways that you explained it ⭑*•̩̩͙⊱• despite it he was still awkward about it all for a little while. eventually you both got comfortable and he was fine ⭑*•̩̩͙⊱• usually brings you comfort objects and favorite snacks ⭑*•̩̩͙⊱• jean always has pain meds for your cramps and headaches ⭑*•̩̩͙⊱• prepared to cook and clean for a few days so you have nothing to stress about at home ⭑*•̩̩͙⊱• for school he helps you out, if it gets really bad he'll help you write an email to your professor saying you may miss a day ⭑*•̩̩͙⊱• understands your mood swings and never takes things personally ⭑*•̩̩͙⊱• used to be nervous about purchasing hygiene products but just really doesn't care anymore ⭑*•̩̩͙⊱• all he is is buying necessary things for you to get through a tough time ⭑*•̩̩͙⊱• and that's pretty manly in his opinion ⭑*•̩̩͙⊱• gives you plenty of hugs and kisses if you want them and will leave you alone if you need him to. ⭑*•̩̩͙⊱• your dynamic is essentially the same no matter what's going on with you ⭑*•̩̩͙⊱• the normalcy is greatly appreciated

·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙✩*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ 　sasha　.·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙✩*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .

⭑*•̩̩͙⊱• obviously completely understands ⭑*•̩̩͙⊱• heating pad? plugged in. bathroom drawers? plenty of supplies. medicine cabinet? filled with midol. kitchen? filled with good food. (not just cravings but also healthy food) ⭑*•̩̩͙⊱• sasha cooks for you unless you want to ⭑*•̩̩͙⊱• but she understands if you give up halfway through ⭑*•̩̩͙⊱• (she does the same sometimes too) ⭑*•̩̩͙⊱• surprises you sometimes with fresh-baked goods that you haven't had for a while. her cooking skills have improved so much its incredible ⭑*•̩̩͙⊱• you take the free time to browse cookbooks and recipe books, bookmark new recipes, and make alterations to old ones ⭑*•̩̩͙⊱• watch a lot of movies and funny videos ⭑*•̩̩͙⊱• like b. dylan hollis vintage cooking tiktoks ⭑*•̩̩͙⊱• and you are unashamed to admit you watch a lot of minecraft videos from assorted creators ⭑*•̩̩͙⊱• if it works, it works. no judgment ⭑*•̩̩͙⊱• takes time to get used to how sensitive you are to headaches ⭑*•̩̩͙⊱• but after a day or so she adjusts ⭑*•̩̩͙⊱• lots of cheek and forehead kisses ⭑*•̩̩͙⊱• whenever you're writhing with the heating pad she'll get you tea, crackers, and ginger ale ⭑*•̩̩͙⊱• or something akin ⭑*•̩̩͙⊱• she knows how easy it is to get nauseated

·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙✩*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ 　armin　.·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙✩*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .

⭑*•̩̩͙⊱• after the first cycle you had when dating him, and armin being completely unversed in what to do, he did plenty of research in what happens and the ways to help you through it ⭑*•̩̩͙⊱• bought a well-reviewed heating pad for your cramps ⭑*•̩̩͙⊱• keeps the best-working pain meds for you in the medicine cabinet ⭑*•̩̩͙⊱• gives you his futon <33 ⭑*•̩̩͙⊱• plenty of cuddles ⭑*•̩̩͙⊱• he also checks your temperature a few times ⭑*•̩̩͙⊱• just to be sure that you aren't showing symptoms of a cold or anything since you're more susceptible during your period ⭑*•̩̩͙⊱• makes your favorite meals every day ⭑*•̩̩͙⊱• or just orders out when you ask him to stay in bed instead ⭑*•̩̩͙⊱• you get so self-critical on your period ⭑*•̩̩͙⊱• spill a cup of water and you're like "I AM USELESS TO THE WORLD AND THE GROUND I DESERVE TO DISINTEGRATE" ⭑*•̩̩͙⊱• but he never hesitates and is never impatient. he will reassure you and tell you that it's perfectly fine to make a mistake and that you are worth no less than you were before ⭑*•̩̩͙⊱• can recognize the signs of when you want to be left alone and will leave you alone. checks on you every once in a while though ⭑*•̩̩͙⊱• even if he just wants to see your gorgeous face ⭑*•̩̩͙⊱• dont even try to disagree you are gorgeous x

·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙✩*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ 　levi　.·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙✩*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .

⭑*•̩̩͙⊱• sympathetic ⭑*•̩̩͙⊱• how could he not be you bleed for like a week once a month ⭑*•̩̩͙⊱• still not incredibly accustomed to the mood swings you have so he gets a little snappy ⭑*•̩̩͙⊱• but apologizes very quickly afterward ⭑*•̩̩͙⊱• refuses to let you eat too much junk food ⭑*•̩̩͙⊱• gives you plenty of drinks though, from water to tea to hot chocolate ⭑*•̩̩͙⊱• and coffee because you always ask ⭑*•̩̩͙⊱• you barely get any sleep on your period, so you're basically like him any other day ⭑*•̩̩͙⊱• it's a lot more time spent together ⭑*•̩̩͙⊱• you watch a lot more movies, or read, or just talk ⭑*•̩̩͙⊱• no specific subjects or anything ⭑*•̩̩͙⊱• just whatever comes to your minds ⭑*•̩̩͙⊱• which often leads to some very interesting conversations. not dirty or anything just weird or extravagant. like discussing the end of the entire universe ⭑*•̩̩͙⊱• or yknow other normal post-college stuff ⭑*•̩̩͙⊱• surprisingly more sensitive/intimate with you during your time of the month ⭑*•̩̩͙⊱• sweeter, gentler ⭑*•̩̩͙⊱• you may or may not tease him for it after ⭑*•̩̩͙⊱• but you love it, no matter what you say

·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙✩*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ 　hange　.·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙✩*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .

⭑*•̩̩͙⊱• fawns over you but now they FAWN OVER YOU ⭑*•̩̩͙⊱• everything you need is there magically (not so magically) ⭑*•̩̩͙⊱• will cuddle you whenever you ask. plenty of kisses to go around ⭑*•̩̩͙⊱• completely doesn't mind when you don't answer them, when you sleep till noon, when you get kind of snappy, etc ⭑*•̩̩͙⊱• you wake up with a glass of water, a light breakfast, and some meds on the bedside table ⭑*•̩̩͙⊱• the heating pad never leaves the drawer unless it needs to be cleaned ⭑*•̩̩͙⊱• speaking of, hange keeps things clean and neat (the best they can) because it annoys you easily and they're trying to keep you as happy and comfortable as possible ⭑*•̩̩͙⊱• you watch emotional movies and hange will happily be your shoulder to cry on ⭑*•̩̩͙⊱• you are practically glued to their side unless your cramps say fuck you ⭑*•̩̩͙⊱• praises you so much ⭑*•̩̩͙⊱• and tells you "i love you" until it doesn't sound like words anymore ⭑*•̩̩͙⊱• it's kind of funny actually, you love it ⭑*•̩̩͙⊱• lots of hugs ⭑*•̩̩͙⊱• too many (jk there's no such thing as too many) ⭑*•̩̩͙⊱• shares some of your emotions because they are contagious. but it helps you to not feel alone.

·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙✩*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ 　mikasa　.·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙✩*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .

⭑*•̩̩͙⊱• once again she completely understands ⭑*•̩̩͙⊱• her own period is not bad but yours is hell on earth ⭑*•̩̩͙⊱• so she is content to take care of you because she has an idea of how bad it gets ⭑*•̩̩͙⊱• lets you sleep in as long as you want. sleep and hydration are crucial to health so you get plenty of both ⭑*•̩̩͙⊱• kisses your cheek to wake you up ⭑*•̩̩͙⊱• "good morning, lovely. how did you sleep?" ⭑*•̩̩͙⊱• such a sweet voice ⭑*•̩̩͙⊱• like waking up to an angel <3 ⭑*•̩̩͙⊱• you both spend time in the kitchen while your meds kick in and she makes breakfast ⭑*•̩̩͙⊱• knows how easily you get nauseated on your period so she makes the meals light and healthy ⭑*•̩̩͙⊱• but sometimes you sneak a craving ⭑*•̩̩͙⊱• if it makes you sick, she doesn't get angry at you, but does gently scold you ⭑*•̩̩͙⊱• mikasa still understands though ⭑*•̩̩͙⊱• buys some ginger ale the first day you get it for the rest of the time ⭑*•̩̩͙⊱• will watch your favorite netflix show/anime with you over and over because she knows how happy it makes you and how much you love it ⭑*•̩̩͙⊱• you also go into new movies and video games ⭑*•̩̩͙⊱• but mostly stick to tried and true media ⭑*•̩̩͙⊱• she kisses your temple often because she knows it's comforting to you

·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙✩*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ 　erwin　.·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙✩*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .

⭑*•̩̩͙⊱• being as organized as he is, he can usually prepare ⭑*•̩̩͙⊱• very kind but not completely pampering ⭑*•̩̩͙⊱• he knows you enjoy having a level of independence so he respects your space unless you ask him to do something ⭑*•̩̩͙⊱• every time he greets you (whether he returns home from work or he goes to see you from the other room) he kisses your cheek or your forehead. this isn't very different from usual but i didn't mention it before so i am now ⭑*•̩̩͙⊱• for someone the embodiment of him during this time is Smile by Carpenters (my mind is abstract im sorry) ⭑*•̩̩͙⊱• perfectly willing to give you a back rub when you need it ⭑*•̩̩͙⊱• he is sympathetic to how tough this time can be ⭑*•̩̩͙⊱• had a basic understanding of what a period was and how people tend to cope but mostly learned and adjusted his knowledge to fit you specifically ⭑*•̩̩͙⊱• erwin is surprisingly romantic ⭑*•̩̩͙⊱• or not surprisingly depending on your perception of him ⭑*•̩̩͙⊱• very sweet to you, never gets pissy when you do ⭑*•̩̩͙⊱• even when he's stressed he tries his best to be patient with you and keep his mind steady and clear ⭑*•̩̩͙⊱• knows that him being exasperated would worsen things for you ⭑*•̩̩͙⊱• happy to cuddle you whenever you ask, or just to go to bed ⭑*•̩̩͙⊱• tells you how much he loves you no matter what ⭑*•̩̩͙⊱• you get really proud of him too, and you express it more than you usually do ⭑*•̩̩͙⊱• seeing the happiness in his eyes makes your heart flutter

·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙✩*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ 　asot armin　.·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙✩*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .

⭑*•̩̩͙⊱• thinks that periods are actually gifts from demons so he treats you like a complete king/queen/monarch (please circle one) ⭑*•̩̩͙⊱• basically glued to you unless you ask him to leave ⭑*•̩̩͙⊱• hugs you close and tight ⭑*•̩̩͙⊱• mumbles sweet nothings and assorted blessings he made specifically for you ⭑*•̩̩͙⊱• basically makes your room like a holy (unholy?) space ⭑*•̩̩͙⊱• incense, herbal medicines ⭑*•̩̩͙⊱• it surprisingly works to numb the pain of cramps and headaches ⭑*•̩̩͙⊱• only gives you the best foods you have in the house ⭑*•̩̩͙⊱• never lets you do any chores or anything, doesn't want to stress yourself even slightly ⭑*•̩̩͙⊱• his utter devotion to you, no matter what mindset or train of thought it comes from, is admirable to say the least. the look in his eyes too, it makes you blush ⭑*•̩̩͙⊱• cuddles/spoons you most of the time ⭑*•̩̩͙⊱• absolutely loves being near you, just like you love being near him ⭑*•̩̩͙⊱• kind of overprotective and does not let others go into your room or even see you unless he has your specific consent for them to do so, no matter the situation ⭑*•̩̩͙⊱• is absolutely sure you hydrate, eat, and sleep ⭑*•̩̩͙⊱• he trusts you but he must be sure ⭑*•̩̩͙⊱• constantly compliments you and tells you he loves you ⭑*•̩̩͙⊱• the way that you react with a version of "you too" or "i learn form the best" is how he knows you're the perfect one for him ⭑*•̩̩͙⊱• yet another reason why he treats you like an emper/or/ess of the land

[b0rista]

— 𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐀 𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐍 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐄, 𝐒𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐀, 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐍, & 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐎 𝐒𝐐𝐔𝐀𝐃. ˚ ༘♡ ·˚ ₊

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆��: language, because i can't form sentences without using "fuck" every other word JDJD.

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: i only made this modern because i desperately wanted to include marco to the fullest leave me aloneEffsg. gn! reader, and i went pretty lengthy on this one so beneath the cut is where the headcanons start :)

𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓: bearbrickjia on instagram!

by far, the best friend group to have. everyone balances one another out, and it's a perfectly imperfect mesh of teenagers.

there's jean, the group's centerpiece. he's the alpha of the posse, usually working as their own personal line leader whenever they're caught doing something as a group. he'll never admit it, but he's also the dad friend. of course, he's more of a "i wish i never gave birth to you oh my god please leave me alone also i love you" type than the stereotypical dad friend.

there's marco, the glue holding the group together. unsurprisingly, he's the calm, kindhearted support system that balances out the cokeheads, keeping them all sturdy. without a doubt, the group would fall apart without him. they need him, okay!! and by "them," i mean jean and yourself. marco, never change.

following up, there's connie & sasha, the wonder twins. their roles are pretty self explanatory, given their natural rambunctiousness. they're the two that hang out outside of the group the most, for obvious reasons. they're the crackhead siblings that bring life to the group, despite the hot water they typically land the others in. through their antics and their comic relief, they're irreplaceable. still, it's easy to want to strangle them sometimes.

next, there's you! because you're the reader, i won't name any specifics, but you're greatly cherished. you mark your place in the crew through various ways, having a unique relationship with each and every member. when he's in need of a breather outside of his typical nest (AKA marco), jean hits your line. if you're needing any kind of assistance with literally anything ever, marco's there to help. craving some chaos? bitch, connie & sasha have GOT YOU.

the main hangout spot is jean's house, 100%. not only has his mom practically adopted the whole squad, but there's only two people living there, so it isn't crowded. connie banned literally all four of you from his place, lmao. there was too many people there, and his family lives to humiliate him.

the group has this one policy, set down by yourself and jean: four piece maximum. this is directed solely towards sasha, of course, considering her tendency to raid her friends' fridges entirely of any food. if she's ever caught rummaging through a fridge for longer than necessary, it's the home owner's duty to shout, "four piece minimum!"

^ it never fails to startle her 😭. one time, she hit her head so hard on the fridge ceiling at jean's house she had to use a bag of frozen peas to soothe the swelling.

then, she proceeded to eat the thawed out peas. jean gagged.

the inside jokes? endless. all it takes is one word from a single event, and the five of you are losing your shit. it's cute, to be honest, how overzealous you all get from a single instance from months ago.

"ha. heh. hee."

"what is it?"

"ngGhh,, chEDDAR TIDDIES-"

"AHHHHHAGAGSHHDJF-"

if there are any inside jokes formed between two group members that isn't shared with the rest of them, there will be immediate bitterness. one time, you and sasha were giggling to yourselves over some druggie named jerry who'd tried selling baskets of rotten cherries to the two of you during a gas station haul— the boys were not having it. what the fuck were you doing without them, "friends"?

right before starting your guys' senior year of highschool, the five of you were on a group facetime when you all sent your schedules into group chat. due to the scarceness of your soon-to-be-majors, absolutely none of you had any classes together. you had a single lunch period with connie while marco had one with jean, but that was about it. it was,, a dramatic discovery. sasha fucking screamed.

"i have nothing with nobody!"

"calm down, sash-"

"you have lunch with y/n! LUNCH! that's my place, lunch. this is despicable, this is evil, this is a braus hate crime-"

yeah, she didn't take it that well. it's okay, doe. the four of you made a special effort during your passing periods, giving sasha enough of a fix for her to make it through each and every day.

it isn't like the five of you don't hang out outside of the classroom, either!! if you hadn't already made plans during that week, the weekend is where you absolutely thrive as a group. study sessions that always shift into exclusive house parties, lunches spent at your favorite places, the occasional visit to the movie theater, and so on. with a mini crowd like that, it's hard for any of you to get bored.

jean's hopeless crush on mikasa is a big factor in your friendship. when everyone minus marco (because he's an angel) isn't mercilessly teasing him, you're all trying to actually help the fucker score the girl. from talking him up obnoxiously enough whereas she'll hear, or flat out telling her to give him a chance, it's an actual effort. though, it's unfortunately all to no avail. shawty's too smitten with eren to even consider her options.

^ with that being said, the four of you have to give jean the "there are other fish in the sea" scoop more often than you'd like to admit.

group cuddles. that's that.

because he's the tallest and therfore the longest (probably, depending on your height), everybody has a chosen body part of jean's to latch onto during naps. connie has one leg while you have the other, and sasha keeps her head rested on his shoulder. marco's at the very bottom, entangling his legs in your own. somehow, this is heaven for jean. he'll never admit to it, though. as far as any of you are concerned, he HATES IT.

ranking from #1 as the best and #5 as the worst, these are the rated group therapists: ⇩︎

#1: marco. self explanatory, he's an amazing listener and provides supremely good advice. that, and he'd literally rather die than let any of his friends internalize anything they're dying to let loose.

#2: you. really, you're just a lot better than jean or connie. sasha's okay at it, but she's not the best at rationalizing, leaving you at second best. basically, when marco isn't available, you're where the freak shows go. marco goes to you about things, too.

#3: sasha. again, she's just a loT better than the final two. sasha's a sweetheart! she's empathetic, and nonjudgmental. we love her in this house.

#4: connie. also somewhat of a sweetheart, although not as much as sasha. he'll drop a shit ton of humor into serious conversations, making them just a tad bit more tolerable.

#5: jean. look, he's a great friend! however, he isn't all that empathetic, and he'll have some trouble understanding. still, he would try his hardest to make you or the other three feel better :,)).

in a modern universe, i know damn well connie's a half-assed stoner 30% of the time. he doesn't light up all that often, and he doesn't tell anybody about it, even you guys. mainly because marco will grill him for it DJFK. however, you stumbled upon his mini marijuana stash and he was like ahh, shit. you didn't really care doe, his secret is safe with you. you, however, now have DIRT on him.

matching bracelets that you all made for eachother yEars ago but never wear 🥺🥺.

many, many, many poly relationship jokes. only jokes, though. some people take it too literally, which y'all just laugh at.

there's a miniature rivalry going on between you and another nearby friend group: reiner, bertholdt, annie, ymir, and christa. of course, all of you are friends, it's all fun in games— most of the time, anyway. it's a funny rivalry, and you guys go at it quite a bit.

one of your guys' most intense debates is whether or not marco has freckles on his dick.

he,, refuses to show any of you, or even anSweR you.

"you act like we can't just check whenever we use the urinals, man."

"CONNIE-"

now, marco refuses to go to the bathroom at the same time as any of the boys <\33.

the group band? black eyed peas.

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Rocket Queen

0.4: The Fight

Henley's P.O.V

"Hey, Hyde," I say rather nervously. I try my best to not stutter, which is a bad habit of mine when I'm nervous.

Back in L.A, Athena tried to break me of that awful habit. Let's just say, it only worked a little bit. I'm surprised I managed to even say "Hey".

"W-What are you doing here?" He asks, the shock evident in his voice.

I laugh dryly. "I thought you of all people know that Madeline and I come here pretty much every night." I take a swig from the bottle of vodka that was sat on the table. I ignore Duff's "Hey!" and continued to stare at Hyde. "After all, this is the only decent bar within walking distance." Hyde looks at me with disbelief. Trying to keep the conversation going, I gesture towards the girl he came in with that's hanging around with four other girls that pretty much look exactly like her. "Who's that?"

"Uh, Stephanie," He replies, rubbing the back of his neck.

I stop myself from laughing. That's guys' universal sign for 'I'm nervous'. The poor guy is nervous around me of all people. I look back at the blonde, finally recognizing her.

"Oh! That's Stephanie Miller!" I nod my head, laughing. I lean back against the seat. I ignore the fact that I'm almost completely leaning on Duff. I feel him tense up, but then he relaxes. "That makes total sense."

Hyde crosses his arms, obviously over his nervousness. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"She's already fucked the entire football team. I guess it's time for her to move on to the outcasts."

"What the fuck, Henley? You're just as much as an outcast as I am. Maybe she actually likes me." I can tell I'm winding Hyde up. Eventually he's going to burst and it's not going to be pretty.

I laugh. "There's two things I have to say to that. One, I know I'm a fucking outcast. Always have been, always will be. And I love it. Two, that bitch only thinks with her vagina." Hyde stands there, his eyes wide. I might be a little tipsy, now that I think about it. "Don't look at me like that. You know it's true."

Hyde scoffs. "Oh and you don't? Last time I checked, you're the one who came onto me first all those months ago." Hyde knows he hit a soft spot. "You're no better than Stephanie. At least she knows what the fuck she's doing. I wouldn't be surprised if you just opened your legs to any guy that shows you any attention. That's how we met, right? Only she'll actually go all the way with me."

I open my mouth, then close it. I have no words for once. He's right. Fuck, am I no better than Stephanie? I feel tears spring to my eyes. I can't fucking cry. I asked for this. I provoked him. And besides, he's not wrong.

"Don't talk to her like that, man," Duff says, standing up.

"What the fuck are you going to do about it?" Hyde asks, walking over to Duff.

I almost laugh at the height difference. Duff towers over Hyde. Without a doubt, if they fight my bet's on Duff. He looks way more intimidating than Hyde. I can't put my finger on what exactly it is, but it's there.

"You'll fucking find out if you don't leave." Duff threatens.

Without warning Hyde pushes Duff into the table. The entire table moves towards Madeline and Steven. I look over to them. I have to say I'm not really shocked to see them making out like they're not in a crowded bar. I think Madeline really likes Steven and vice versa.

Duff pauses for only a moment, before pushing Hyde back hard enough to cause him to fall flat on his back. Duff gets on top of him and starts to punch him in the face repeatedly. I stand up, trying to think of a way to get them away from each other.

"Duff get off of him!" I yell.

I run over to them and try to grab Duff's arm. That was probably a bad idea but it's okay. I expected Duff to push me onto my ass and continue to beat the shit out of Hyde, but that's not what happened.

As soon as I grab onto his arm, he stops.

"Duff," I say. "Please stop before you end up arrested."

He doesn't say a word. Instead, he lets me pull him to his feet. I sigh as I see Colin and Sasha rush out from behind the bar. Colin goes over to tend to the beaten Hyde. Sasha looks pissed as she walks over to me and Duff. I don't remember how, but I now have my arms around Duff's waist. I'm guessing I thought it would be best so that I could maybe stop him from going after Hyde again.

"Mind telling me what the fuck just happened?" Sasha demands, flicking her dyed black hair out of her face.

"That dickhead was calling Henley a whore!" Duff exclaims.

I feel him tense up again under my arms. "Duff, please." I turn my head to look up at him. His eyes soften. We just met a few hours ago and he's so sweet to me. There's something wrong with that. I turn my head again to look at Sasha. "Hyde didn't exactly call me a whore, but he was insinuating it."

Sasha sighs, rubbing her forehead with the palm of her hand. "Alright, some jackass called the police on you guys. You both need to stay away from here for a few weeks. I'll clear all this up, alright?"

I nod my head, but I don't fully register what Sasha said. My attention is captured by Hyde. He looks horrible. His curly brown hair is sticking to his face because of all the blood that's coming from various places. His nose is probably broken. His lip is busted. He's got a nasty cut above his eyebrow. He's probably going to have a black eye as well. I would feel pity for him, but he was being a jerk. Then again, I was being a jerk as well. Fuck, this was all my fault.

"Henley?" Sasha says, causing my eyes to snap towards her. "You guys need to get out of here alright? You shouldn't come back here for a few days."

My heart drops. This is like my second home. I actually fit in here. I furrow my eyebrows. "I can't come back just because of a stupid fight?"

"Turns out there was drugs being sold here. Hyde has a shit ton of blow on him. He'll be questioned by the police as well, and I'm sure he'll be more than happy to throw you under the bus. You are still a minor after all," Sasha explains.

Fuck, what the hell have I gotten myself into?

"You can stay with me for tonight, if you want?" Duff speaks up. "You look exhausted."

I finally let go of him. I take a step back and cross my arms. "You barely know me."

He shrugs. "You can't be all bad, can you?"

"What about my parents? There's so much-." I'm cut off by the flashing of red and blue lights. "shit we can figure out later. Let's get the hell out of here."

Duff takes my hand, leading me out the back of the bar and into the chilly Seattle night.

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A few hours (and ice cream cones) later, Donna leaves to go to the Q's to play with Wiley and Ophelia. "I finally found a dress. It took three stores and way too many dresses that fit like crap but I've found one and I'm ready for the Ball tomorrow," Carly says excitedly when she finds him in the park. "I ditched the guards hours ago."

Of course she did. He rolls his eyes. She's going to get kidnapped again or something as a part of some new competitors revenge on him and she ditches guards. The mob is not a friendly business but leave it to her to forget that, less than six months after her kidnapping and rape. Only Carly. "Stop ditching guards."

"Well I've got you to protect me," she argues, smiling. When his expression doesn't change, she relents, "Fine. I'll take the guards when I'm not with you."

"Thank you," he says. "Donna's with Wiley and Ophelia at the mansion."

"So long as Nina's not there, I'm fine with it." Not this again. "Don't roll your eyes or tell me to play nice, Jason! She wants me arrested and she's acting like Nelle wasn't a terrible person! I don't care if she's Wiley's other grandmother."

Sometimes, Carly's exhausting to deal with.

He rolls his eyes again as she rests her head on his shoulder. "You know, Joss has been complaining lately she's feeling stuck in Port Charles. Which is stupid but it reminded me that I've never taken her to Florida, or any of the kids besides Michael and now I want to. So you coming with me or am I bringing guards?"

The last time they went to Florida, Michael was barely one. It was to officially bury Virginia and it was a very bittersweet experience to see Florida for the first time and also be packing up the house of a dead woman.

"Who exactly are you bringing?" Carly cheers when he agrees to go without agreeing fully.

"Donna, clearly. And I'll bring Joss and, do you think that Ava will let me bring Avery? Michael should go too, he spends way too much time cooped up in that house or at Aurora, so him, Willow, Wiley and Ophelia. Ooh, you should bring your kids! Scout and Danny will have fun in Florida and I'm sure Jake would love it. Well, of course, that involves Elizabeth letting you take him. Maybe if we bring Cameron too- well actually, no, that won't work because him and Joss broke up a few weeks ago and it's still way too raw for her. I'd suggest we bring Dante but he broke Lulu's heart so that's a big no, I don't care if he's my children's brother. Should we bring Brando and Sasha?"

She's rambling excitedly about this trip that seems to double in size each minute and he chuckles to himself at the absurdity of it. Somehow, within five minutes, Carly's built herself an entire vacation to Florida. Complete with exactly when they should go ("The third week in June! It shouldn't be too rainy or humid yet,") and how long they should stay (a week, she's decided). This woman owns an island and insists on going to Florida for a week so her kids can see her old home.

Before he can figure out what's happening, someone has taken him hostage, his hands inexplicably behind his back and he notices that another one of the surprise humans has taken Carly hostage. Fuck. No. He can't fight this guy, somehow he's too strong. And he can't reach for his gun because he's got his hands tied behind his back! Which means she's getting kidnapped and so is he.

Of course, the same thing is happening to Carly, but the dude who grabbed her is underestimating her gravely. She's got enough sense to try and kick him in the balls (so that's why she always wears heels) before settling for a good slap or two to wherever she can reach moments before her hands are tied as well.

He's basically fucked. And so is she.

"Let me go or so help me god-" Carly threatens before they put a gag in her mouth which she does her best to spit out. Fucking hell, these people are terrible.

"Let her go," he demands, feet unrooting themselves from the ground as he desperately tries to break out of this hold.

"How sweet, he's willing to sacrifice himself for his girlfriend. Touching, truly. Not going to work, however, Morgan. Enough of the touching goodbye, you better stop fighting if you want to see her alive again," his goon threatens. This guy sounds like one of Cyrus's old guys. Cyrus is behind this. Which means-

Carly comes to the conclusion at the same time he does and spits out her gag (impressive). "You better have a damn good excuse for this."

The goons don't even bother threatening them, they just drag them apart and Jason gets dropped in the back of some truck before he gets knocked out. His last conscious thought is where the hell Carly is and where he's going.

A few hours later, he wakes up, disgusted by the surroundings he's found himself in. He's handcuffed to a chair with his legs and his hands. And there's no blonde in here with him, he realizes. At the very least, he senses that they haven't took his jacket off or phone or gun from him. "Good, you're awake." Who's voice is that? He recognizes it from somewhere.

"Where is she?" He asks instead of worrying about his own surroundings.

"Your concern for her is really quite touching, but your girlfriend is fine," the dude says again, yet another voice he remembers but can't trace.

"She's not my girlfriend."

"Sure, you just sleep together, live together and act like a married couple. Oh, wait, is she your wife? That would make more sense," the voice says. Who's voice is that? It's on the tip of his mind but he can't remember.

"Very funny. We're not married. Now, tell me, where the hell is Carly?"

"Calm your tits," that's a stupid expression, "she's being well taken care of. Let yourself worry about you for a minute, please. Your relationship with her is..."

"None of your business. I need proof she's okay." Why the hell aren't his demands being met? Who is this?

"Protective, how sweet. Answer the question."

"She's my best friend," he answers calmly. "Got any more questions or do I get proof she's okay and alive?"

"You don't sleep with a best friend, Jason." Shut up, they're not labelling things and this has nothing to do with the damn kidnapping!

"And who are you to judge us?" Mouthing off to a kidnapper, great idea.

"Me? I'm just the messenger. Don't shoot the messenger."

What the fuck is this dude getting at? He's speaking in goddamn riddles of sarcasm. "Where is Carly?"

"Well, that's none of your business." This man is absolutely infuriating. He's a douche and dead the second he gets to his gun. Or, really, anything that can be used as a weapon. Maybe even a pair of handcuffs. Kill him with handcuffs, yeah, that'll work after he finds Carly's location out.

"If so much as a hair on her head is harmed-"

"Your threats are in vain, though your concern for her is adorable. Tell me, do you expect you're calling the shots here? You're not, dumbass. I am. Well, technically my boss, but you know what I mean." Infuriating.

"You lay a hand on her and-"

"Are you going to keep threatening me? You're the one tied up to a chair, not me. I can move whenever I want to, you cannot." Bile pools in his stomach at the thought of someone's hands on her, hurting her. Causing her pain. Doing what Cyrus did to her again, as often as they please because he can't save her. "But, for your information, no one's gotten handsy with her yet."

How relieving. "Keep it that way."

"You know, she keeps talking about you like you're some damn superhero. To be honest, I don't see it. You're so in sync though, she's worried one of us are going to hurt your pretty boy face."

"Careful, you don't want to show all of your cards at once," Jason teases. It's probably a bad idea but Carly's kidnapped too and he can't get out on his own dammit.

"Keep mouthing off and I'll make sure she's beaten up good. Bruised so bad it won't go away for months."

That's a damn good threat, he's got to admit.

Clearly enjoying his silence, this dude continues, "Your only chance of getting to her is playing by my rules. Then again, she's been mouthing off to us the whole time we've had her. Stubborn brat, that one is. She won't let anyone even give her food, she's just been saying that you'll save her because it's how you two work." That's his girl. He can't help but smile at the thought of her talking the ears off of a kidnapper. He might talk the dude into letting her go. "You two are adorably in sync, her fighting us using your name as though you're a hero. Tell me, what did you ever do that made her think of you as her hero?"

"I guess I've just always been there to save her," he answers. Looking the kidnapper in the eyes, he continues, "and I always will, no matter the consequences."

"Cute. Your whole hero thing is cute and I think it's adorable that you both love each other so much. She's already about to kill us if it means she'll get a single piece of information on her big hero who always saves her."

Sounds like Carly. "If that's supposed to surprise me, it doesn't. I've known her so long nothing she can do surprises me."

"And you love her enough you'll do anything for her. Touching, really. Never have I ever had the pleasure of having two hostages who are so helplessly in love with each other like you two are, yet they're apparently only friends. Tell me, is there anything you wouldn't be willing to do for her, if it meant she'd be freed?"

"No."

"Good, good to know. I think we're ready to discuss the terms of your mutual release, because she's pissing my guy off so much he's had to get a little handsy." Name, address, the whole nine yards. The second he gets them, that dude dies. "Calm down, it was only once. She won't even scar."

"The terms," he spits out in an attempt to control his anger. This is infuriating.

"In exchange for your mutual release, you will give approximately fifteen million dollars to my boss." Who the hell needs that much money? Whatever. If she's free, he'll do near anything.

"I don't have my checkbook on me right now, but I can make that deal." Donna. How is she dealing with this? He suspects he's been gone long enough now that she's been able to understand what's going on.

"Good. You will make a check for fifteen million dollars to Miss Fiona Svlankovich," the hostage holder says, handing his checkbook to him.

"Wait. This seems too easy."

"It's not, I assure you. Fiona's a bit of an evil lady, but when she says she'll set you free after you do something, you and your “best friend” will be released," he informs him. A bit of an evil lady? She's a lot more than a bit evil.

"I can't exactly sign this with my hands tied behind my back," he says calmly.

"Shit," the hostage holder mutters. "I'll uncuff one of your arms, but only because you don't have any weapons on you." Idiot. He can feel his gun in his pocket as he gets uncuffed and signs the check.

Before he can be recuffed, he pulls out his gun and fires a single bullet into the dude's leg. "Tell me where Carly is or I'll take you out right now."

"On a date or in a murderous way?"

What type of fucking question is that? "Murder. So, her location."

"Someone's horny," kidnapping dude chuckles before he gets punched. "Fine, fine. She's somewhere in this house. You figure out where, that's up to you. So, you gonna kill me now?"

"Thinking about it. You take me to exactly where she is, right now," Jason answers, gun trained at this hostage dude.

Without a witty remark, he gets led the way to Carly. Conveniently, she's screaming at that exact moment, "He will find me and you will die. I hope you look forward to death because he's been getting me out of messes for longer than you've been alive."

She's tied up in a pantry, he notes before kicking the door open. "I swear to fucking god-" she starts before noticing he's there and tearing up. "Oh thank god you're here."

Unceremoniously, her guards pull out their guns and he shoots them both before shooting his own guard, Carly yelping each time. She's not a fan of the sound of a gun going off, nor kidnapping, so he doubts this is fun for her.

He makes quick work of getting her uncuffed and she falls into him, embracing him in a tight hug and burying her face in his neck as he does the same. "I knew you'd save me," she says and he can feel her tears soaking his shirt, but it's okay. He's got extras at home (and, of course, the clothes she bought a few months ago).

"We've got to get out of here," he mutters and she pulls away, tears of joy and relief still flowing down her face.

A few minutes (and dead bodies) later, they make it out of the weird ass mansion they're stuck in. Now, of course, the big issue is how the fuck they get out of here. There's no cars he can see.

"I don't want to walk but I will," Carly says, frowning as she looks at her disgusting outfit. "I liked this outfit too."

To be continued hopefully after this headache clears up

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