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sdxstudio · 3 months ago

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Chapter 3

Patrice woke up by hearing some weird noises. She stood up from her bed and looked around. When she looked at window, she saw Vincent sitting there. She got so scared that her colors faded.

Vincent: good morning~

Patrice: how did you got here?!

Vincent: your window was opened. So I wanted to get in.

Patrice: couldn't you knock on front door and wait?!

Vincent: no. I don't wanna wait for a meal.

Patrice: uhhh. Give me few minutes. It's still morning.

Vincent: nope. I want my promised shrimps. I want my breakfast.

Patrice: fine! I'll make you shrimp!

Patrice walked slowly to kitchen and Vincent walked after her. She took pack of frozen shrimps out of freezer and started to prepare breakfast for him. He just sat on her table and watched. His tail was moving from side to side. After some time, she finished it and gave him a plate of shrimps in her sweet tomato sauce. He started to eat it. She just sat, still very tired on chair. He was eating it slowly to enjoy it. After he finished he saw that she was sleeping on chair, so he went to explore the house. House was looking very normal. Nothing special, just few crystals here and there. He then smelled something good. Vincent walked to her room and opened her smaller closet. There were many self-care products and few perfumes. He picked up 1st one from left and sniffed it. It was scented like fresh oranges and lemons. He sniffed next one. It was scented like a fancy perfume. He sprayed himself with it, because it was scented so lovely. He then looked on other shelf and saw hairband collection. There was one with bunny ears, other that looked like chocolate on ice cream, one that had cat ears and more. He then looked into bigger closet. There were dresses, hoodies and fancy suit. He looked at it. It was dark with purple jacket.

Patrice: Vincent! What are you doing?!

Vincent: just looking. I see that you like color purple~

Patrice: I like many colors. Red suits me better tho.

Vincent: Sure. But better dress up. I need you to meet someone.

Patrice: who?

Vincent: I can't say~

He then walked out of her bedroom. When she finally got dressed, they both walked out. She had her blue tea party dress on. He was just in purple t-shirt and dark shorts. They walked into Animal Cafe, tho it said "closed". There were sitting Mike the dog and Jeremy the bunny.

Vincent: meet those two. A grumpy old dog and cute bunny boy~

Mike: uhh! Why did you came here?!

Vincent: I heard you yesterday when you two talked about meeting. So I got you a friend~

Mike: it was only between us two!

Vincent: bye, Mikey~

And then Vincent walked out. She just stood there, looking at them. That was awkward. Jeremy and Mike looked at each other and then at her. Mike then stood up and walked up to her. He wanted to give her a handshake, but she walked away from him. He looked at her confused.

Mike: what?

Patrice: sorry. I'm just afraid of dogs.

Mike: how did this happen?! I was thinking that everyone loves dogs!

Patrice: years ago, one bited me when I wanted to pat it.

Mike: but I am not like it!

Patrice: I know, I just can't trust dogs ever since.

Jeremy: maybe we'll do it with small steps? H-hey, my name is J-Jeremy-

Patrice jumped on Jeremy, hugging him. His face got red with blush. Mike looked at it annoyed.

Mike: you are afraid of me, but not of Jeremy?!

Patrice: I love bunnies! They are so cute and fluffy!

Mike then walked closer to them. She saw it and she dropped Jeremy and started to walk away from him. Mike never met someone scared of dogs before. Usually people wants to pat him, take pictures with him and give him attention. He didn't liked it, it was annoying to him. But he felt diffrent seeing her scared face. He could feel her fear and he didn't like it. Even tho it's just one person, he could feel a strong feeling of fear in air. His tail went down and he looked sad. Jeremy looked at Mike. It was 1st time Mike looked so gloomy. Usually he's just grumpy. He saw that Mike started to cry.

Jeremy: M-Mike! Oh gosh! A-are you okay?!

Mike: I-I don't know anymore. I feel so...guilty. I d-don't know why. I never f-felt like it before. M-maybe I couldn't a-appreciate people's feelings. Now I can feel opposite. I d-don't like it. I'm s-so sorry!

Jeremy: well. Like I said, small steps. You can start by going slowly, alright?

Mike nodded. He started to walk slowly to her. He then stopped few cm in front of her and sat on floor. Jeremy signed to her to pat him. She looked at Mike and started to slowly walk to him. She was shaking with every step. Patrice then tryed to pat him, but stopped right before doing it. Remembering how she was bitten. She started to sweat, remembering the moment when it's teeth were in her hand. She stopped feeling her legs out of fear and fell. She started to cry. Mike couldn't do nothing, so he did what he never could. He picked her up and hugged her. The feeling was still strong, but it couldn't keep him weak. He needs to stay strong, for people who lives in fear, and help them. Mike then felt something wrapping around him. When he looked down at her, he saw that she was hugging him. He then patted her head, trying to calm her. He then felt less and less stress and fear. Jeremy just looked from the side. He smiled at it. Vincent walked in with a smile.

Vincent: it's too cute to look at it from outside~

Jeremy: V-Vincent? What are you doing here?

Vincent: nothing. Just walked by. I see that they are close now.

Jeremy: they are working on it.

Mike: why are you telling him this, Jeremy?

Jeremy: I wanted to answer.

Mike: anyways, get out.

Vincent: I don't wanna~

Jeremy: well. Maybe take her home?

Vincent: now it's your problem, not my.

Mike: you got her here, you take her back.

Vincent: nuh uh. Anyways, good luck with a sleeping beauty~

Vincent then walked out. Mike looked back at her and Vincent was right. She was sleeping calmly in his arms. Mike facepalmed, thinking what to do. Jeremy got an idea for him. He can just take her to his home for a sleepover. Mike nodded and they all walked to Mike's home. But they didn't saw that Vincent was on tree, watching it all.

(I wanted to write something close to me. My fear of dogs is real, even if I have one. I only trust dogs that I know. My fear comes from years ago. When a dog walked up to our group. It looked so cute. I tryed to pat it, and it wasn't a good idea. At the last moment, I got my hand away. It wanted to bite me. And not long ago, in our small house area, there is new dog. I walked by it (by it's house. Owner had an opening in fence and it got out) to go to McDonald's. I didn't even payed it a mind. Turns out it was territorial. It runned after me and almost bitted my leg. Fear of dogs is real. No matter the dog size. And feelings stays with you, even after years. Tho, I'm working on it. Even if it's not easy, I'm trying. Anyways, thank you for reading my story.)

Animal Cafe AU

It's about half humans half animals (which are known as "Halfers"), working part-time in cafe. There are no Freddy's, only guards. So yeah, this is my new AU for FNAF, enjoy.

(My inspiration was a cat cafe and maid cafe)

#five nights at freddy's #Animal Cafe AU #story #alternate universe #fnaf vincent #vincent bishop #fnaf mike #mike schmidt #fnaf jeremy #jeremy fitzgerald #fnaf story

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drarrily-we-row-along · 3 years ago

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Day 146: Guitar

After the war and the trials, Harry Potter had some sort of mental breakdown and he disappeared.

And while Draco would like to be able to claim that he never thought about the other man, that would be a lie.

It wasn't like he thought about him all of the time, though, wondering where Potter had ended up was just a sort of passing thought. One of the thoughts he'd have as he was about to fall asleep, or when he got just a little too tipsy, or when life got to be a little too stressful and he just needed something else to think about for a while.

Draco had left not long after, not because he was trying to find Potter, but because he couldn't take the pressure and the preconceived notions that everyone seemed to have. Logically, he'd imagined that Potter had probably returned to the Wizarding world.

Still, there was always that strange part of him that knew their paths would cross eventually. Call it divination, call it intuition, call it fate, call it whatever you like; deep down Draco was certain that he'd see Potter again.

One damp, chilly autumn evening after an exceptionally long shift, Draco wandered into the bar down the street from his flat. He ordered his usual, a rum and coke, from Mike at the bar, wincing as he heard the sound of a guitar being plugged into the amp. "I forgot you had live music on Thursdays," he groaned as Mike prepared his drink.

"He's pretty good," Mike said with a sympathetic little smile. "Plays acoustic, just his voice and a guitar," he shrugged, "Not bad on the eyes either."

At that, Draco turned his head to look over his shoulder at the man who was making himself at home on stage. And it shouldn't have come as a surprise that it was Potter making himself comfortable on a stool but it did.

He looked good. His hair was pulled up into a bun at the top of his head, dark stubble covered his jaw, and an eyebrow ring glinted in the stage lights. At some point in the past five years, Potter had learned how to dress himself; gone were the baggy, ill-fitting clothes that he used to wear. He sat on stage in a simple white button-up shirt that he left unbuttoned half way down his chest, revealing strong, defined musculature; and dark wash jeans that clung to his thighs.

As Potter got his guitar situated, Draco caught a glimpse of a tattoo on the inside of his forearm and his mouth went dry, imagining the other tattoos he might be hiding.

"No fucking way," Draco said.

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"What?" Mike asked as he slid Draco's drink across the bar to him.

He looked back at Mike, "I know him," he said. "We..." he trailed off because he didn't really know what to say.

Mike glanced at the stage, then back at Draco, "Did you sleep together?"

"No," Draco spluttered, "No. We went to school together." He looked back up at Potter who was adjusting the microphone.

"Gonna stick around then?"

"Depends on if he's any good," Draco lied. Potter could be an absolute train wreck and Draco knew that he would be glued to his chair. "I didn't know he could sing," he added.

"Enjoy," Mike called as he headed toward the other end of the bar to help someone else.

Draco sipped his drink and waited for a voice he hadn't heard since his trial.

"Uhh, hey, everyone," Potter said once he seemed to be situated. "My name is Harry," he said, "Thanks for having me."

And without further ado, he started performing.

Draco couldn't have left if he'd wanted to. He was mesmerized by the way Potter's fingers drifted over the strings, coaxing out the right chords. And his voice. It was a siren's song; a rich, smooth, smoky baritone that wrapped its way around your very soul and drew you in.

Draco was a goner.

He wasn't quite sure how long he'd sat there listening to Potter sing but it was long enough that he was on his third drink, when Potter looked up and seemed to notice him.

Their eyes caught and held, and he had to play an extra measure before he came in. After that song Potter said, "I'm taking a quick five minute break, hope you're enjoying the music." He gave the crowd a little smile and Draco could hear the women in the front row of tables swooning over him.

Potter made his way over to the bar, thanking people on his way through. He sidled up right next to Draco and asked Mike for a glass of water. Then he turned and Draco felt a muffliato fall over them.

"Wandless and wordless, color me impressed, Potter," he drawled as he took a sip of his drink.

The other man rolled his eyes, "I always knew you'd find me."

"It was quite by accident, I assure you," he replied, keeping his tone light and posture open.

"What brings you here, then?"

"I live like five blocks from here," Draco said. "It's on my way home from work."

"You live in Muggle London?" Potter asked incredulously.

"I do," he confirmed. "I work at a muggle clinic just down the road."

Potter stared at him, "Seriously?"

He nodded, "Yeah. Want me to show you?"

"Your clinic? No," he replied. And then he gave Draco a slow once over, the kind that left Draco's skin tingling. "Your flat? Maybe."

He raised an eyebrow, "Don't you have a show to finish?"

"I do," he affirmed as Mike returned with his glass of water. "Stick around, yeah?" he said as he turned and headed back to the stage.

As if Draco had ever had a choice.

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He thought about heading up toward the stage when Potter was packing up but bravery hadn't ever been his strong suit, so he leaned against the bar and watched the other man's sure, practiced movements as he put his guitar away. Potter's emerald eyes flicked up and met his as he snapped the case closed and the corner of his mouth quirked up in a grin.

And Draco couldn't breathe properly.

A heartbeat later Potter was making his way toward him, politely declining whatever the women and men surrounding him were obviously offering. "So," he said when he reached him, "Are you going to show me your flat?" Potter's tongue slipped out and traced along his bottom lip and Draco couldn't help but track the movement.

"Depends," he replied.

"On?"

"Are you planning going to show me the rest of this tattoo?" he asked, trailing his fingers along the tattoo on his forearm that looked suspiciously like a dragon's tail up close.

"I'll show you a lot more than that, if you're interested," he replied.

"Damn, Potter," he grumbled as he turned and started toward the door, "When did you grow up?"

He huffed a laugh and held the door for Draco, "Probably right around the same time you did," he replied.

"But you didn't just grow up," Draco insisted as he set off down the sidewalk toward his flat, "You had a full blown glow-up. I mean, look at you."

"Yes, well we couldn't all just be naturally beautiful like you are," he replied without missing a beat.

Draco's jaw dropped and he stared at him.

"What?" Potter asked with a smirk in his direction.

He shook his head, "You're lucky I don't just pin you to the wall and snog you senseless. Ego stroking is always too effective on vain men like me."

"Ego stroking, huh?" he deadpanned, "Is that what the kids are calling it these days?"

And he just couldn't help himself after that, he grabbed the other man by the shirt and pressed him back into the alleyway up against the wall and he kissed him.

Potter cupped his face with one hand and slid the other around Draco's back and up under his shirt, the heat of his palm like a brand on Draco's sacrum. He was a surprisingly good kisser and Draco lost himself in the heady pleasure of the give and take that came with a good kiss.

A couple of teenagers who came stumbling and laughing past the alley drew him up short, "Fuck, Potter," he gasped as he pulled back.

"Call me Harry," he said, green eyes bright with arousal.

"We are like three blocks from my flat. Do you think you can manage to not distract me long enough that we can get there?"

He mimed locking his lips and throwing away the key before bending down to pick up his guitar case.

"It's going to take a lot more than you not talking to keep me from getting distracted," he grumbled as he started walking again.

"Just remind yourself of how much better it will feel to kiss on your bed," he said. "I bet you've got nice sheets," he murmured. "I bet they're silky soft and smell like you."

"Stop talking," he groaned, covering his ears and trying to block out the mental image of Harry's naked, sweaty body sprawled out across his sheets.

Harry slipped his hand under the hem of Draco's shirt while they walked, his fingers slipping just below Draco's waistband.

"You're a menace," Draco said even as he leaned into the touch, their bodies brushing against each other as they walked.

"Do you want me to stop?"

"No," he replied, perhaps a touch to quickly if the palpable smugness radiating off of the other man was anything to go by.

Fortunately his building was in sight now and Draco walked even quicker, moving up the front steps and through the lobby to the elevator faster than he ever had in his life. "Hi Danny, good night, Danny!" he called to the front desk worker as he pushed the button and the doors miraculously opened.

As soon as the doors closed he was on Harry again, pushing him back against the wall and scraping his teeth over the stubble on Harry's jaw before returning to his surprisingly soft, supple lips.

He didn't break the kiss when the elevator opened, he just steered Harry back and angled him toward his door, wandlessly unlocking it when they reached it and pushing Harry backward into his apartment.

"Fuck," Harry hissed as Draco went after his neck, sucking at a sensitive spot behind Harry's ear. "You're wearing too many clothes," he complained and an instant later they were both naked.

"Those had better not be gone forever," he growled as he pushed him back to the bed in the corner of the studio flat.

"They're in the corner," Harry said as he stumbled backward toward the bed.

He followed him, "Watch the cat," Draco said a heartbeat too late because Harry was already falling onto the bed.

Artemis let out a displeased brreow as she jumped off the bed.

"Sorry kitten," Harry said, completely distracted from Draco's attentions as he started to move toward her.

"You can apologize to her later," Draco said, pressing on Harry's chest and pushing him back into bed as he climbed on and straddled his hips.

"Yeah," Harry agreed, already reaching for Draco and pulling him down. "You're right."

"You're a natural," Draco teased as he leaned down and captured Harry's mouth.

Harry let out a soft groan at the praise and pressed up into Draco, and Draco put that observation and his knowledge of the human body to good use.

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Later, when they were lying in a sweaty, sated heap and Harry was trailing his fingers along Draco's spine in a way that made him feel like he'd lost all of his bones, Harry said, "So what did you say that you do?"

"I'm a nurse," he replied, propping his chin up on Harry's chest.

"Seriously?"

He nodded, "Yup."

"That's fantastic," Harry replied, "you must have had to do a ton of training."

"You have no idea," he groaned.

Harry yawned, "You enjoy it, though?"

"I do," he said. "What about you? Do you enjoy the musician life? I couldn't have ever imagined you doing that."

He laughed, "Yeah. It's fun honestly," he shrugged. "I picked up the guitar when I was in therapy and haven't put it down."

"Therapy was a bitch," he said, rolling off of Harry and reaching for his mobile. "I'm glad I went but it sucked."

"Yes," Harry agreed, rolling onto his side so he could look at Draco. "Kicking me out already?"

He glanced over at him, "I was just going to order us some takeaway. I'm starved."

The smile he received in return made his heart turn sideways in his chest.

"Thai or Indian?"

"Indian," Harry replied.

Draco clicked on the Indian restaurant nearest to his flat and handed the phone over to Harry so he could order.

Once their order was in Harry said, "Your flat isn't what I was expecting."

"No?" he asked sardonically.

"It's nice, though," he added quickly. "It suits you. All warm and cozy."

He huffed and tugged Harry closer so he could play with his curls, "I resent the implication that I am warm and fuzzy."

Harry laughed and pressed a kiss to the center of Draco's chest, "I won't tell anyone."

"I won't either," he said seriously. "About you, I mean. Not that I really talk to anyone in the wizarding world, but-"

"Thanks," Harry said softly, disrupting the flow of words from Draco's mouth. "Draco?"

"Mmh?"

"Can we do this again sometime?" he asked, almost shyly.

He hummed, "Well I was hoping for round two after we eat."

"No," Harry said, "I mean, could we see each other more often?"

He was quiet for a moment.

"Never mind," Harry said before he could speak up. "Don't worry, it was silly. I'll-"

"Hey," Draco interrupted. "I would like that very much, I was just surprised."

"Okay," Harry said, his body relaxing as he brushed his thumb over Draco's rib cage.

They laid together and enjoyed the feeling of being close to someone before Harry perked up. "Oh," he said, sitting up and climbing out of bed.

Draco watched as Harry made his way over to Artemis and scooped her up out of the cat bed.

"Hello you pretty thing," he murmured, stroking her long black fur. "Aren't you lovely? I'm sorry that I almost squashed you. Someone," he said, looking up and mock glaring at Draco, "didn't even tell me you existed."

He laughed, "I was a bit preoccupied."

Harry stuck out his tongue and brought Artemis back to bed with him.

And as he watched Harry pet her and talk to her, he couldn't help but think that he could get used to this.

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Day 145: You’ve Unlocked Something In Me | Day 147: Poem

#100 drarry drabbles in 100 days #one year of drarry drabbles #musician harry #ewe #fluff #tattooed harry #getting together #ficlet #drarry drabble #drarry ficlet

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jean-does-not-have-a-horseface · 4 years ago

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hi can i please request one where levi's s/o is sort of like him in personality but just melts whenever theres a baby. like she'll see a baby in town and will go from silent and moody to the heart eyes emoji but a person, or she'll babysit her neice or nephew or cousin and will be just so loving and bubbly? like its obvious that she wants to be a mum but she never brings it up because she doesnt think he wants kids and eventually they get pregnant + his reaction? sorry if this is too much (1/2)

ΑΝΟΟΟΟΝ IM BLUSHING THANK YOU SO MUCH. I really loved this request and it inspired me so I pushed before others because I had to get it out of my system. I hope you like this. It's super duper long also👉👈

Warnings: uhh pregnancy, mentions of anxiety

Tags: fluff, domestic Levi, pregnancy, modern au

Pairing: Levi/ Reader

Baby Fever

Your heartbeat grew louder with each passing second as Mike abused the door with one too many knocks. You didn't know if you could talk, or breath or do anything other than vomiting though this time from the anxiety building at the pits of your stomach and not due to your very recent event of morning sickness.

"Are you alright in there?"

You choke on your own voice as you try to huff a single response. It's not really up to your judgement of you're alright or not but rather in the small white object's that rests between the thumbs and pointer fingers of each of your hands. You contemplate if there's a way to not raise any more suspicion to the blond male, you're at his house for all that matters. Nanaba called you to take care of their their twins and you happily complied to your half sister's pleas because Mike had a very important job interview. Life had taken a toll on him lately, they couldn't afford a babysitter and he was just recently fired due to his company having to cut down expenses thanks to the pandemic. Amidst this pandemonium he had to find a way to provide for his family and help Nanaba with at least a short monthly salary. So babysitting your beloved niece and nephew wasn't much of a problem. Not until now.

At first it hadn't bothered you that your period was late, you had accepted the pcos lifestyle the hard way ever since you first got it. You would track down your period in hopes you could ever predict when it would come again but it always seemed to surprise you. Sometimes it would come in a months notice only to take four months to do a full circle. At twenty three, this was the most positive outturn as a resolution to your problem. Levi was pushing you to eat healthy and exercise to get a better grip of your situation, even though you knew it was in vain. And thus, overall it didn't bother you that you hadn't had your period still, fatigue and breast inflammation were also common problems due to hormonal abnormalities so you chose not to pay any attention to those early signs either.

What had driven you to urge Levi to drop you off to the drugstore next to Nanaba's house though was that you've been having symptoms of morning sickness for almost a week now, that you had tried to push aside for Levi not to notice. He would quarantine you on your on your own and go stay with Erwin and Hange had he any suspicion of you being down with the stomach flu. The stomach flu though didn't feel like that and you knew, you had been through it one too many times, this was something different and yet you cursed at yourself for overthinking it. You had bought the pregnancy test as something that was supposed to turn out negative, as a positive resolution that you weren't pregnant and that you should quest for whatever it was that was making your stomach turn and twist every morning.

Upon finally opening the door in an attempt not to delay Mike who wanted to attend his interview, the blond male inspected your form with a harsh gaze. "You shouldn't push yourself if you're sick. We could call my mother to watch over Eli and Blaire."

"No." You pushed it off. "I'm fine Mike, it's probably that weird mushroom soup I ate yesterday, Levi insisted on not buying it but I didn't listen."

"I see." Mike said scrunching his nose at the process. Sometimes you hated that he knew you so well that he could even smell you lying, but he was Nanaba's childhood friend before her mother married your father and had you; you had practically grown up with the blond duo so for all you knew, even if he was certainly aware that you were lying he didn't push things further. He simply placed a hand on your shoulder, the brother like nature of his touch as assuring as one can be. "If you need anything call me, I'll answer as soon as possible, drink lots of water and don't wear yourself down."

You bore your eyes into his and nodded simply. Mike greeted the twins with reluctance and let out a sigh before fixing his suit perfectly on his shoulders. The small kids smiled bubbly in return and waved at their father enthusiastically. As soon as the door closed and their father got out of sight both children jumped on you with loud giggles. The act alone was enough to curl your lips into an upward position.

By noon you had fed and lulled the kids to sleep, earning some significant time to sink into the crevices of the feathery soft sofa before Nanaba came back from her shift. As tiring as Eli and Blaire were you enjoyed their teeny company. You didn't mind their lack of ability to form full understandable sentences yet, you loved how they didn't even try to spare a second thought on what they bubbled on about and you did your best to provoke them to speak correctly. They would open their arms for you, their tiny palms signaling you to take them into long affectionate hugs as they called a baby spoken version of your nickname and you would melt at it every single time. Everyone knew you much you loved the chubby cheeked sweethearts, as much as it contrasted with your usual demeanor. There was something that truly made you feel like the best version of yourself when you were around them.

Babies seemed to be a hot topic in your group of friends for a couple of months now, ever since you started helping Nanaba in the house before Mike got fired. Levi seemed very unbothered by the subject in a way that saddened you almost; sure, you might have talked about it in the past, being that he was a little older than you and he might have understood that you longed to be a mother one day, but that was as far as that one conversation had gone. He still had that bored, stoic gaze that slipped off of yours when you would encounter a baby in the street, whereas you would basically make heart eyes and weird grimaces to any infant he would just click his tongue and avert his gaze away, to any other direction as if he disapproved off your fondness.

That memory alone left you hollowing inside as you recalled of the two very much pink lines on the screen of the test this morning. Naturally you would check with a doctor before jumping to conclusions, there still was a chance that the test was at fault and you wanted to bet on simply that. If the case was that you were actually pregnant though things were more complicated than you wanted them to be. For instance you were still in University, for your last year at that, but you had excessive amounts of studying to get your hands on your degree and Levi was cornered and ready to be squished by his job for being a vice president, which was unfair as he worked for Erwin. You understood the situation though as Erwin was struggling to keep the company going especially through these rough rough times. There was also the fact that you were terrified of Levi asking you to put the baby down, with pcos wearing your system down you were panicking that you wouldn't have a chance to conceive a baby later on. What if this was your only chance? You've always longed to be a mother so it didn't matter that it came to you this early right?

The sound of the front door clicking open shook you off your thoughts immediately. For better or for worse it was Nanaba that had finally returned, eager to strip herself of her clothes and face mask and run to the bathroom. She offered you small greeting to which you only nodded, your tired mind ordering your eyes to find comfort at small shapes in the ceiling. You didn't know how long your sister took in the bathroom, but judging by the lack of giggling coming from the babies' room you supposed it wasn't for long.

"You want to wait for Levi to come pick you up or should I give you a ride home when Mike's back? He should be home soon!" She spoke as she poured water in a red metallic boiler.

"I'll just walk. I need some air."

Nanaba emitted a soft hum in response "Are you alright? You seem off."

"Oh no." You brushed her off "I was just thinking about what I should wear at Erwin and Hange's anniversary dinner next week, and what gift to buy Levi now that his birthday is coming."

"Good, I see, just don't stress alright?"

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The way home was longer than you had initially remembered, whether it was for your inability to walk with a steady pace or mostly because it was already getting dark and cold. You wondered if Levi would be getting home by now as you neared the apartment complex the two of you resided in. By the looks of your illuminated window he was already home as expected of him this certain hour. It probably was one of those days when he didn't have a strict deadline to attend to, which, under normal circumstances, only meant more cuddles and kisses for you. Yet, tonight was different.

"Hey Levs" Your voice lingered in his brain the moment you stepped inside.

"Hey brat, welcome home." The kiss you left on his cheek as you hurriedly headed to the bathroom was different, off almost, and he picked up on it immediately. "Did Nanaba drop you off? I had asked Mike to come by tonight, he said he'd bring some tea leaves he bought for me."

He leaned at the frame of the door as he watched you wash every crevice of your face thoroughly, paying enough attention to the insides of your outer nasal cavity. He was pretty meticulous about hygiene and especially at times like these with a hole pandemic going on he wasn't taking any chances, you knew, plus you were kind of disgusted of germs lately yourself, you thought you finally understood where he was coming from. He took a few steps ahead, away from your body in search of a clean face towel to hand out to you when you were done. You have it to him, even if he seemed cold as stone that domestic lifestyle was mesmerizing to you.

"Thanks baby, you're the best." You half smiled.

"You good?"

At this point you wondered if you seriously we're so easy to read. You supposed you were off, but you were always off and unresponsive to many things so what exactly was it about today that made everyone know you had a conflict in your mind.

"Yeah I'm just tired, I walked here."

Levi clicked his tongue at that "Nanaba's home is very far away from here, have a shower and I'll rub your legs and feet." With eyes that never left yours Levi watched as your face lit up a little more, he gave you a tiny of a smile on return.

"You prooomise Levs?" You knew teasing with him could only lead to one thing, yet you did it shamelessly.

"Tch, of course, hurry up, I'm making pancakes with eggs and bacon."

Normally at the very sound of this particular food your eyes would water and your mouth would drool but the unresponsive nature of your expression only sent a new wave of worry through Levi's chest. As much as he had wanted to convince himself you were just tired, he couldn't, not after this reaction to your favorite snack. He decided not to push you into saying anything you didn't want to though. Maybe it was that enormous amount of notes you had to memorize for your next exams in addition to your fatigue and any hormonal altercations.

"Yeah" you trailed off "babe, about that, can we have cocktail shrimp? And maybe fried rice and fries? Pretty pretty please?"

Ah, there it was. Although it was a rare occasion for you not to be in the mood of his infamous pancakes, you could still have a few different cravings from time to time. Levi let out a sigh of relief as he proceeded your order trying to figure of where he should order from, last night's mushroom soup had messed your stomach up, that he knew, but you seemed to be fine now so in theory that should be enough to prevent him from whining out his concerns.

As he closed the door to the bathroom he hummed his favorite tune to himself, softly enough as not to disturb you with your bath. He picked up his phone from the kitchen table with ease before collapsing on the couch, there was a limit to what his body could take and he had surpassed that by far these past few months. Endless deadlines that took turns one after another and extra hours at the office had been killing him, mentally and physically, making him a little more grumpy than usual. In great addition his back ached, his fingers were sore and his mind felt like canned alphabet soup every single night. Perhaps, seeing him in this state was taking a toll on you as well; you were always so protective over him, almost like a mother to her child, despite being younger, and he if he had to, he'd admit he enjoyed it a little too much than he should have.

When you came out of the bathroom he gazed over you briefly, you were sitting before the end of the dresser, standing in front of the full body mirror, examining your form. He seemed to be puzzled by your demeanor once again. Normally, or up until yesterday, you would have immediately shot out to where he was seated at to plough into his arms with wet hair, only to slightly irritate him for getting him wet, not that he didn't enjoy to smell your fresh scent anyway, but it was a game of routine for you by now. It was almost as if you were seeking to be scolded at for not rushing to dry your hair. He always wanted you as healthy as ever.

You couldn't shake off your head how soft Levi's chest is. There probably wasn't a reason as to why he's sleeping shirtless tonight, your apartment was very warm, given that it was the start of December already, but you didn't complain. The feeling of creamy, milky soft skin, perfectly excused by any coarse hair was slowly putting you to sleep. You loved how Levi was so soft everywhere you touched, it was so unlike what the world perceived of him, maybe your baby's skin was going to be as smooth and perfect as his and not as dry and oily as yours. Of course the baby's skin was going to be soft, ugh and those little arms and legs, you couldn't lie to your self, deep down you were just a tad excited to have a baby, if it meant that it would look like Levi you wouldn't want to give up on it for the world.

"Levi, does Kenny keep baby pictures of you?"

"What?" The onyx haired male raised a brow at your inquiry but didn't give you enough time to repeat yourself before he answered. "My mother had so many pictures of me so I guess that it's natural that he has some and well there probably are a few pictures from after my mother's death, I'm not that sure."

In response, he only earned a hum.

"Tch, can I lay on your chest? I want you to play with my hair." His eyes pleaded with you in the darkness. Of course you could never say no to such thing, you loved it even more when he was the one sleeping on you. Another sentence left his lips, this time with a yawn as he shifted himself on you, cooing like a small child. "I'll call Kenny tomorrow, sleep now I know you need it."

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Under any other circumstance you would have loved seeing everyone's dumbfounded faces stating at you as if they had seen the dead rise from their graves. You had to pinch your arms to remind yourself this was indeed serious and you shouldn't let out a single chuckle.

"Please tell me you're joking" Nanaba pleaded, placing her hand on yours in disbelief.

"I'm going to screeeeeam! Shorty can't even hold it in, ghaaaa!"

"Hange he will hear you through the restroom."

Hange blinked her eyes rapidly at the sound of that. "You haven't told him?" She immediately seemed to lose her enthusiasm, something you hadn't intended to happen, especially at such a night, but you knew you didn't have a say in other people's emotions.

"Hange he never seemed too fond of the idea, why would I complicated things for him?"

Mike's eyes widened in disbelief. There was no way in hell he was having this. You were practically his little sister, seeing you so tormented as you were in the moment when you spoke those words ravaged his last nerve, causing anger to clench his hands into fists. He watched as you took a small bite of your food giving the rest to Eli who was comfortably sitting on your lap, tapping his little hands on the rim of your plate. Other than the fact you broke out such news to him, Nanaba Hange and Erwin and had expressed your fears on informing your significant other, you seemed quite bubbly. Children really did bring out such a soft side of you, he knew that was for sure.

"Hange" you spoke, unphased as ever "Levi's coming please stop screaming at me, i love you but it's only making me dizzy."

It felt as if a thousand pairs of eyes were burning holes through his whole body, his head, and everywhere around his personal space bubble. Levi could feel his pulse tense just a tad, Hange's unnerving gaze and her crippling smile were fixated especially on him, making his nose itchy. There was something very different in the atmosphere around him; Nanaba wasn't eating anymore, she was more fixated on her daughter than anyone else, Erwin was nervously staring between him and you and you and Mike were trying to clean Eli's hands from the food he had just touched. When the scenery wasn't something irregular, none of you dared look eachother in the eyes, beat it that Hange was staring only at him.

"Oi, what the fuck is wrong-"

"Levi, shorty! Does Eli look like he's enjoying himself in (y/n)'s arms?" Hange turned her sweetened gaze on you, making you choke on your words, you shot her an atrociously strict glare. "Remember when Nanaba gave birth? What do you think about babies? Maybe you think they smell a lot? But what about ackerbabies?"

"Way to be discreet Han, thank you!" Your lips puckered in anger as you brought your arms to cross under your chest.

"Wait what's going on shitty glasses?"

"Yada Yada shorty, you're not getting a word from me, my lips are sealed" Hange spoke and shut her eyes to emphasize the significance of her words.

You sighed in a pathetic attempt to relieve some tention of your chest. A tight knot had formed due to anxiety, fog had clouded over your brain and you were feeling so faint and exhausted that you just wanted to get it over with. You didn't mind standing there like a fish out of water after breaking the news to him, the tention in the air was in fact what was making you suffocate in your seat. With wobbly hands you pushed Eli off your lap, not caring about the moan of disagreement he made and you shot up from your seat, announcing you had to take some fresh air. Levi had to stop Nanaba mid tracks to be able to come after you, fast enough to be there when you got out.

Naturally, you stood seated at a bench that neared the restaurant. Your hands were covering your face scratching softly through your hair, probably in attempts to calm your self down. He approached you without any second thought, this time determined to know what was it with you. Your behavior these past week had been unnerving and overly concerning to say the least. Carefully he sat himself down next to you, his right arm come around your frame comfortingly while the left one came to caress underneath your cheek.

"You should probably talk to me."

Your voice came muffled from between your palms as you still hadn't dared to look him in the eye. "Levi, I'm, I'm so sorry it's just... I'm very anxious."

"I think I figured that, brat." His voice was so soothing, it felt as if he was speaking to you in the comfort of your private room, not on a bench outside a semi fancy restaurant

"You know when Hange talked about ackerbabies she uhm, she might have had a particular baby in mind."

Levi blinked erratically for a single second before his mouth, unable to compel to his brain's orders, formed the shape of an oh. Of course, in the moment it was hard to click with any other even but he attributed that to his lack of knowledge over the situation. Had he any clue or suspicion that you could be pregnant he would have been able to realise that it wasn't that your stress had been messing with your stomach every morning and that your extreme fatigue couldn't possible align with the erratically swift rhythm of your palms. Of course, of course it wasn't a thermometer that you had disposed of in the toilet, he wanted to slap himself for being so naive as to believe that. He was strict with recycling rules, you wouldn't have just straight up there s thermometer in the trash. Fuck now's not the time to think about recycling.

With the soft, chaste kiss at the top of your hair you finally decided to turn your gaze to him. Watery eyes met with an adoring grey gaze, a gaze you've never seen at this extreme before. "I love you, you know." Another kiss meant your head got to lift a little more, just to get closer to him. "I don't say it often but you don't have to worry, I'll try to tell our kid more often."

Your eyes shimmered with adoration at his words, despite the cold weather you couldn't bring yourself to feel not even a little tingle, Levi was keeping you so warm with his words. "Really? You want this?"

"Tch why wouldn't I, you thought I'd ever let you go and leave me lonely? I've always thought you knew we're sharing the same future."

Your lips attacked his in fiery passion. It was a natural reaction to his words, an ice melting kiss, a promise for the future. There were many reasons as to why you lived Levi but maybe the fact that you would have a little stoic faced baby running around your feet made you love him a little bit more.

#aot #levi ackerman x reader #levi x reader #snk x reader #levi #aot x reader #shingeki no kyojin #levi ackerman #attack on titan #snk #Captain levi #modern au #levi x reader imagine #ahhhh brrr #wufff #daddy levi makes me go wuf #barkkk #eye-

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crispysnake · 4 years ago

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sECRET. RELATIONSHIP. HARRINGROVE. MESSING. UP. IN. FRONT. OF. THE. KIDS. i’m talking friends chandler and monica kissing at the table type beat and everyone’s just 😳 like pls i just wanna see smth where they just absolutely forget that there’s other people and everyone’s like hANG ON- (hehehe maybe even angsty cause we’re all suckers)

YES YES YES I LOVE THIS (extra yes to the ansgt cause you know me😏)

I can imagine around this time (post s2 or s3?) the party starts to hold the dnd campaigns at steves house, just cause, well, it's not like they want to bike everywhere anymore, steve has a big living room with an equally big coffee table, plus if they ask him to order pizza, he orders the pizza.

by now the kids know that Steve and Billy are just 'friends', that when billy drops max off he usually ends up staying for a bit, they know that Billy spends a big chunk of the week sleeping at Steve's too, but that's just cause they're best friends, right?

at some point, its probably late at night, Billy is half asleep on the couch watching the party do their thing (which has been going on for 6 hours now) and steve got up for a second to grab them drinks, also half asleep, then the dreaded moment happens. Steve comes back with the drinks, lingering behind the couch to hand billy a can, them proceeded to lean over the back of the couch and kiss billys cheek and squeeze his shoulder, he obliviously rounded the couch to plop down beside billy, and sees the entire party staring at them in shock.

"Wha?-" Steve barely manages to get out before Mike says loudly "Did you just kiss billy?!" and Steve is completely frozen, glancing at Billy who is now wide eyed staring at Steve "uhh did- did I?" at this point steve is desperately trying to play it off, anxiously looking between billy and the party "cause I dont- think I did?". the room erupts with questions and Billy just stands up and walks out, Steve ignoring the parties chaos and immediately following billy out.

billy isnt ashamed to be with steve, it's just a whole wack of internalized homophobia and a fear of neil finding out. cue an argument between steve and billy, cause let's be honest steve does n o t care as much that the party found out, ofc he knew they would freak out but they would never hate him for liking guys, Billy on the other hand is freaking out, hes pissed steve slipped up like that, so he got in his car and drove off.

That leads to steve panicking, thinking he fked up another relationship, that billy is gone for good. but max (who secretly already knew about them, on a night she was supposed to be at els she came home early and caught Steve and billy asleep cuddling in bed) she went to go talk to him, cause she knew he was just scared but ofc theres nothing wrong with this. fast forward in time and steve and billy get to the point of being completely open around the party (Billy makes it gross 99% of the time)

#thank u for the askkk:))#sorry this is not the best-#steve harrington #billy hargrove #harringrove #billy x steve #steve x billy #steve harrington x billy hargrove #billy hargrove x steve harrington

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excalibrain · 2 years ago

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IMPORTANT HEADCANONS TO CONSIDER

CAN THEY USE CHOPSTICKS: yes, sort of. her dad taught her. however, she balances one chopstick on her middle finger for added stability instead of on her ring finger, which is technically incorrect form.

WHAT DO THEY DO WHEN THEY CAN’T SLEEP: depends a bit, but usually she’ll head down to the kitchen for some warm milk or cranberry juice. sometimes, if she’s really wired, she’ll go outside for fresh air or just get up and start the day by working on one of her many projects.

WHAT ORDER DO THEY WASH THINGS IN THE SHOWER: uhh top to bottom? so hair, face first, etc. wounds first if there are any to take care of. anyways not going more in depth here just a normal shower.

WHAT’S THEIR COFFEE ORDER: fun fact, she’s not a fan of the taste of coffee, but it’s such a communal thing at their hq, sitting down for a cup of coffee or tea after a long fight, so she partakes. plus, she doesn’t like coming off as a kid. naturally, though, she tends to mask the coffee taste with milk and at least two sugars ( can’t use syrups like caramel or whatever bc see above about not being a kid; real adults drink it bc it tastes awful and she will too! ). otherwise, her favourite is a chai latte, but that’s not coffee in the strictest sense.

HOW DO THEY ACT AROUND CHILDREN: this one’s fun! with young kids, she’s great! she’s still mostly herself, but with some of the edge taken off. she’ll also go the extra mile to tell stories or play games and make them feel at home, especially if they’re feeling lonely or homesick. she’s been there, she gets it. she also has an arsenal of stuffed animals for comfort (at least, before moving in with excalibur).

kids that are more around her age are funny and run a whole spectrum of reactions; she tends to look down on them, get competitive, or not want to associate with them at all. she has very few friends her age for these reasons (among others), but sometimes she does manage to get along with them. usually after a few bumps in the road first, unless they share overlapping interests.

WHAT WOULD THEY WATCH ON TV WHEN THEY’RE BORED AND NOTHING THEY REALLY LIKE IS ON: depends a lot, but none of it is quality stuff. in her excalibur verse, they don’t have a tv so she doesn’t watch it, but in general, competition shows. she likes to answer the questions on jeopardy or who wants to be a millionaire style shows, and i think she’d be a fan of iq or 8 out of 10 cats in britain (similar idea, but with more comedy). she’s also not above watching the bachelor to roll her eyes and maybe oogle a bit, or survival shows to judge their strategies.

the other one is star trek (or dr who) re-runs. they’re almost always on the sci fi channel, so it makes for a good fallback. it’s also because she mainly watches these when she’s bored that her timeline is all over the place and her knowledge sporadic.

finally, sometimes just leaving the news on works, too.

Tagged by: @rageclaws! tysm, i love these <3 Tagging: @batcrested / @webheadedhero / @stardustvein ( for arty or mike! dk anything about him but! ) / @pathmade / @cosmicrayed / anyone else who wants !

#hc.#hc tag tba #super tired probably forgetting something that i'm going to kick myself for in the morning but!#still had fun with this.#* q : maybe queue can tell us what the heck is going on.

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mediocre--writing · 4 years ago

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Sad hc but Billy teaching Will about what’s going on with AIDS and giving him a really strict talk about it and being careful/cautious about who he gets involved with

Also, Billy helping Will learn to sort of “hide” his queerness in Indiana to keep him safe

oooooh i like this one

so i’ve seen another story or blurb about this (it was either on here or ao3 but i don’t remember who wrote it) but i really liked it and am making my own twist on it

steve and billy have been dating for a few months, now. the kids haven’t given them more than the wave of a hand at the specifics of their relationship, other than the ‘shovel talk’ the boys gave to billy, and the one max gave to steve

other than will. not in a critical way, no, just pure curiosity and wonderment about how they’ve managed to find one another and remain happy together

it’s not until a few weeks after wills initial wondering that things start to piece together, the stupid names his dad would call him, his dependency on mike, the way he never felt to strongly towards girls

will is gay.

how could he not have realized, all the clues were right there! maybe he was ignoring that part of him from the awful things that have been ingrained into his mind at an early age

but if steve and billy are met with love and kindness from their friends, then will should be too, right?

but with acceptance came one crucial point: telling people. will was not ready for everyone to know

so he went to an expert

steve had been brushing his teeth, getting ready for bed when he heard the doorbell ring. rushing downstairs, toothbrush still in his mouth, he quickly unlocked the door and opened it to reveal... a sweaty will byers

“uhh... kid it’s late and i—“

“i’m gay.” will cut steve off

steve’s jaw dropped and, as a result, his toothbrush went clattering to the ground

“that’s great! i mean, it’s not great— wait it’s good that you are— shit i’m no good at this? i’m sorry. billy is much better at dealing with these kind of situations,”

and steve left will standing in the open doorway as he ran upstairs, after bending down to pick up his toothbrush

will, shocked to his core, just stood, waiting in the open door

but how was he to know that the most surprising thing to happen that night was billy, groggily and probably just asleep, coming down the stairs quietly scolding steve (who was pattering next to him)

billy took one look at will, still bundled in coats standing outside the door, and gave a look to steve

“go make hot chocolate, we’re gonna be here a while,”

steve walked off to the kitchen and billy invited wills in, closing and locking the door and sitting down on the couch with will

“so... you’re gay?”

“uhhh... yeah”

“alright so what’s the story?”

“i’m sorry?”

“what made you realize you were gay, or who?”

will felt the blush creep up his neck and felt like dying in that moment. seeing the boy floundering, billy began speaking,

“when i was in california, there was this boy when i was 13, his name was jackson, and he was one of the coolest people i’d ever known. he skated, much better than max does, and he had this long, black hair and wore these cool, painted jean jackets, even when it was super hot outside

“he had really dark brown eyes and wore this cool, feather earring. he had the prettiest smile and we had been friends for years before that, but one day, we were sitting on the beach, and the sun looked so pretty shining down on his face, and i realized i liked him, a lot,”

will didn’t think that billy realized he was smiling as he reminisced. he doesn’t think billy knows that steve is peaking out of the kitchen listening either

“did you date?” will asked innocently, seeing the way the light in billy’s eyes started to dim at the question

“not, not really. my dad, he wasn’t a fan of our kind, if you know what i mean. we kind-of started dating at 14, snuck around for two years. we would go on dates, but would usually go in a group of friends so it wasn’t too obvious. we would kiss, sometimes, but we never were really ‘together’

“it’s the reason we moved here, ya know?” wills interest was peaked, “my dad caught us kissing and that, of course, wasn’t ok, so he moved us out to the most conservative place he could find, far away from california, and i haven’t talked to jackson since. but i found something better, i was lucky and i—for whatever reason—got steve,”

will figured that steve disappearing back into the kitchen was a result of the tears that were coming out of his eyes.

“so what’s your story, kid?”

“i think, i might like mike. but i didn’t realize i was even... gay until you and steve came out and were happy how you were,”

“ok, so why didn’t you tell your mom, or jon?”

“you guys understand. they would support me so much, but they just wouldn’t get how hard it is to feel, to feel this way! because, i don’t know everyone says we’re going to hell or are awful and i don’t wanna be hated because i like guys!”

wills eyes were all teary after his confession, and billy gave him a comforting side hug (will realized max wasn’t lying when she said that billy gave the best hugs) and steve came out with three hot chocolates

billy was still shushing him in his ear, whispering ‘i get it, i understand, you are still you, doesn’t matter who you like,’ and will swears he has never felt more comforted by anyone other than his mother before

will stopped crying a few minutes after, taking a cup of hot cocoa and sipping on it in peaceful silence

steve was more than half asleep on the opposite end of the couch, but billy was wide awake next to will, despite how tired he was earlier

“how much do you know... about, gay things?” billy cringed at the way he phrased it, but assumed joyce and jon weren’t exactly the best people to explain the situation to will

“what’d you mean?”

“like... aids?” billy set his mug down and leaned foreword, resting his hands on his knees, “you know anything about that?”

“i... have seen some things. not a lot, but i know of it,”

“well, i want you to be safe. this isn’t some thing you should be joking about at school or anything. it’s serious, like really fucking serious. i knew a guy, he owned a diner in cali, and he got it from... a partner... and he died. you understand that this is serious?”

will nodded his head quickly, billy continued

“you don’t sleep with just anyone, ok? you don’t seem like a person who would, but just be careful, always use condoms, always be careful. don’t do drugs, at all, because i’m not dealing with you if you become a heroin addict, ok?”

will nodded, but there was something in billy’s voice that told him that id he did get addicted to heroin, billy would try his hardest to take care of him.

“if you sleep with someone and you just want to be sure, get tested. its better safe than sorry, alright?”

“alright,” will nodded again. “what about you and steve?”

“we both got tested and we aren’t sleeping around with other people, we’ll be fine, kid,”

“ok, good,”

“no need to worry about us, ok?”

“i worry about all of my friends,”

“kid, i really want you to be safe, alright? and you know you shouldn’t really blab about this to the town, me and steve haven’t even told our parents, your little group are the only ones who know,”

“they already call me a f—“

“i don’t give a shit and don’t you dare call yourself that! you’re better than whatever shit they wanna call you. you’ve got a great future and you’re not gonna get it if some hick in this town kills you because you like dick, alright?

“i want you safe, and if anyone gives you trouble or you have questions, you can come to me or steve, any time, any day.”

billy’s eyes were intense and will felt small under them, but also felt safe and loved as an entire person, as who he truly is and who he wants to be.

steve was still snoring lightly at the end of the couch, making billy chuckle a little

“well, if it’s past 10:30, steve’s not gonna be awake, he’s an old man on the inside,”

will laughed at the comment and steve choked on a snore as he woke himself up, wild eyes looking around, catching a bashful will, who was still laughing

“wha—“

“go back to sleep, princess,” billy chuckled and steve nodded, laying his head back on the pillow and closing his eyes

“can i sleep over? my mom thinks i’m at mikes, and probably wouldn’t like me biking this late,”

“course kid, this house has like six extra bedrooms, we’re lucky steve’s all rich ‘n shit,” billy wiggled his eyebrows and led will to a guest bedroom and made sure he was settled in before going to pick up steve and carry him to bed

will figured he’d still have to tell his mom and friends, but he felt safe here with billy and steve, so he guessed things wouldn’t be so bad.

#stranger things #harringrove #steve harrington #billy hargrove #will byers #mw harringrove #mediocre—writing #will and bill(y)#billy x steve #steve x billy

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svu-ncis-criminalminds · 4 years ago

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Starting New

Request from : @academia-dela-sol Who requested : I was wondering if there was anyway you would write a fanfic about the reader dealing with starting an antidepressant medication for the first time, and being nervous to tell Sonny/Nick/Mike about it. Whoever is your fave!!! Please and thank you :)

PSA : I’m writing from my own personal experience of being on several different antidepressants, and everyone experiences them differently. Not all my pills have made me feel bad. If you’re depressed please reach out to someone and know that you are loved.

“Why are you shaking?” Your partner asked from beside you in the driver's seat of the big black suv you were currently staking out in.

“What?” You asked, glancing down at the hand that was absentmindedly playing with the lid of your travel mug. It was shaking. Like trembling ‘shouldn't hold a firearm’ shaking. “Oh. I don’t know, maybe I need to drink some water.” Was all you said, and while Sonny looked apprehensive, he dropped it. For now.

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“You’ve been late every morning this week, Liv is gonna notice.” Your partner scolded you lightly when you dropped into your desk across from him. Usually you were put together enough to resemble a functioning human, but all week you’d been late, no make-up, hair frazzled, and eyes with dark circles. “Y/N, what’s up?”

“I’m fine.” You snapped, hands going to the side of your head, you felt a migraine coming on. Was it the stress, or the new meds making you feel this way? You chalked it up to both. “Just not sleeping well.” You added, trying to make your voice slightly more gentle.

“Nightmares?” Sonny asked in a whisper, your eyes snapped back open.

“No.”

“Alright, let me know when you actually wanna talk.” Sonny was upset you were shutting him out, but this wasn’t something he could possibly understand, the man was a literal ball of sunshine, he never needed antidepressants. He’ll think you’re weak, or worse, unfit for the job.

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“Step outside, Y/L/N.” Liv’s voice was calm but firm. You nodded blankly and turned and basically ran. Okay so you were freaking out a little. The doctor told you that emotions might run high the first few weeks, but you’d never spazzed like this at work before. You were crying, you didn’t know when you had started but here you were.

You pushed past someone to get outside before you screamed, and once you did the fresh air did nothing to help. You turned a corner and slammed your back against the cool brick, sinking down to a squatting position. “Fuck,” You whispered, “Get it together,” You were only making yourself worse by getting angry. These pills are supposed to help?

“Y/N,” Sonny was dropping down in front of you, hands going to your shoulders, “Hey it’s alright, you’re fine, get it out.” You cried harder, falling forward into him. Comfort. Maybe that's what you’d been craving.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” You chanted, and Sonny hugged you, rubbing your back and shushing you. Between the kind words from your partner and the back rub you started to calm down, “I’m sorry, I’m an idiot, I’m-”

“Hey stop,” Sonny shook his head, “None of that, now are you gonna tell me what’s been wrong all week? Are you going to let me help you, Y/N.” Your lip quivered again, and you were shaking all over. Something that had been happening off and on all week.

“I don’t..”

“Trust me?”

“No!”

“Please let me help you,” He was practically begging you, “I hate to see you like this.”

“I…” You started, “I started a new medication, I uhh … It makes me feel a little insane for the first few weeks. Apparently. I’m sorry. I’m trying not to be crazy.” You cried.

“Shh, hey, you’re not crazy,”

“Yes I am!” You choked, “I’m major depressive, they gave me pills and right now I feel worse.” The words rushed out and you felt your career you worked so hard on slipping away, “They keep telling me the first few weeks can be bad then it gets better, but I don’t- I can’t-” again with the crying.

“That doesn’t make you crazy, Y/N.” Sonny promised, “Is that why you wouldn’t tell me?” Not answering was enough of an answer. “Oh, Y/N. You’re not crazy, not for being depressed. You’re crazy for wearing mismatched socks to court, and crazy for being my partner,” He joked lovingly. “You’re crazy about art and music, you’re crazy smart. And I’m crazy about you.” He promised, wiping away a tear. “I’m sorry they’re making you feel bad now, but you gotta trust the docs.”

“Don’t tell Liv.” You begged and Sonny nodded.

“It’s not my business to tell anyone. But you should consider it. Liv wont think less of you. She sees a therapist. She knows mental health, including yours, is important.” You nodded slightly. You’d think about it. “Now I’m telling Liv you’re taking a sick day, you’ve got plenty, and I’m taking you home. Alright?”

“Alright. And Sonny?”

“Yes?”

“Thank you.”

“Anytime, doll.”

#law and order #law and order svu #Law and Order: Special Victims Unit #law and order special victims unit #law and order special victims unit imagine #law and order svu x reader #svu imagine #law and order svu imagine #svu x reader #sonny carisi #sonny carisi imagine #sonny carisi x reader #detective carisi #carisi x reader #request #tw mental illness #tw mental breakdown

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finnyboywolfhard · 4 years ago

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Song That The Morning Brings (EPILOGUE)

Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader

catch up here

summary: months have passed, and the group is spending time with one another.

warnings: cursing and fluff af, short and sweet

A/N: and so we’ve reached the end! this story holds a deeply special place in my heart, and i am so glad that so many of you have enjoyed it and stuck with me along the way. I have no idea what I’m gonna write next, but i am very open to ideas! also lmk if you want to be on a permanent taglist! Enjoy :)

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“Okay, so I brought home Sixteen Candles, Nightmare on Elm Street and Gremlins.” Y/N said walking into her living room following a long shift at Family Video. The party and Steve were sitting there patiently waiting. She set her keys on the side table and slipped the vest off her body. She looked towards the group again, sadness gaining as Will and Eleven were missing from the group.

“Sixteen Candles is one of my favorites.” Max said towards the girl.

“That’s a chick flick!” Mike replied.

“And? It’s a good movie Mike.” Steve replied back, standing up to come towards his girlfriend. The kids continued to bicker about what movie they were gonna watch first. Steve left a gentle kiss on Y/N’s lips, and then gazed into her eyes.

“Will you help me make dinner please?” She said with her puppy dog face, knowing what it does to him. He sighed and rolled his eyes as a smile spread across my face.

“I will, but you have got to stop making that face.” He said, rubbing her back and pulling her closer and closer. The girl leaned her face towards hers, letting a gentle but long lasting smooch.

“Can you guys go somewhere else if you’re gonna be gross?” Dustin let out in a huff. The two pulled apart while giggling, Y/N pulling Steve behind her to the kitchen. She made a simple dinner of frozen chicken nuggets and random vegetables she also found. The girl could cook, but cooking for six of them now and one for later, her mom, was a feat she wasn’t willing to venture down currently.

“How was it today? Was Keith more tolerable to you?” Steve asked.

“He was less flirty but there were still a few weird comments. You have the job and he’s been nice to you, hell, you already have a raise! How long do we have to keep this up?” She pleaded to him, regarding how they had to pretend they weren’t a couple at work.

“I don’t know, just a little longer just to be sure.” She sighed and turned back to the pot, stirring absolutely nothing, just deflecting her feelings elsewhere. She knew it was just so they could keep their jobs, but it did hurt not being able to openly love him everywhere. She knew she could keep it professional, but sometimes when Keith is gross, she just wants to involve Steve but she can’t. Steve could tell she was getting tense.

“Come here.”

“I have to pay attention to this.” She said passive aggressively.

“Y/N/N, come here.” She shuffled over to stand in between his legs while he sat on a counter.

“Yes?” He cupped her face into his hands, making sure they were making direct, un-breaking eye contact.

“Y/N Y/M/N Henderson, I am wildly, deeply, crazy in love with you.” This had slowly but surely becoming their way of proving how much love they really had for one another ever since Y/N said it the first time.

“I am even more in love with you Steven Joseph Harrington.” They made loving eye contact for a few seconds before confusion spread across her face.” Hey, the night of the fight, why were you hugging my mom before we left?”

“Oh, yeah. She basically just said that she knew how much I loved you and she had watched me transform before her own eyes. Then I apologized for the way I acted there for a while and uhh—she told me that she trusted me to care for you and be there, because you let me in when you wouldn’t let anyone else in, not even her. All I could do was hug her in that moment. She saw all that I’ve ever wanted to do- Love you.” He watched as the girls eyes pooled with tears, letting his thumb swipe the drop from beneath her eyes. “Come on Y/N/N, please don’t cry.” She let out a softer giggle than usual.

“Oh shush, you’re the one who made me cry. You’re too much for me Stevie. You can act all tough as much as you want, but you’re really just a big ol’ softie.” She said before peppering his face with kisses. She tapped his thighs before moving back to the stove and oven, checking over the food. “Are you taking the party home tonight or are they spending the night? Dusty didn’t tell me.”

“I think they’re sleeping over, why?”

“Do you just want to sleep over too then? We could make breakfast tomorrow for them; maybe take them for a day trip or something?” Y/N asked calmly, beginning to get dishes out to serve dinner.

“Uhh—yeah, sure. That could be nice.” He cleared his throat, clearly becoming flustered.

“Calm down Stevie, it’s not like you haven’t spent the night here before.”

“That was when we weren’t dating, I want to be respectful.” He said, sitting up a little taller. This made her fully laugh.

“Steve.” She said, giving him a look that just screamed, ‘are you serious right now?’.

“Okay, okay! But if your brother says one stupid thing, I’m out.”

“Yeah, I’m sure you are.” She said, not believing him in the slightest. She went over to entrance of the living room. “Guys, dinner’s ready.”

They all found their way into the kitchen, got their food and went back into the living room, food propped up on their laps. “Did you decide a movie yet?” Y/N asked from beside Steve.

“We can’t agree on Nightmare on Elm Street or Sixteen Candles first.” Lucas said softly, he was clearly the center of this argument.

“Dusty, put in Nightmare on Elm Street, we’ll watch this now rather than right before we go to bed.” The movie played through, members of the group jumping every so often when things got scary. Y/N had herself tucked into Steve, as if he was protecting her from the horrors of the movie.

As the night passed on, Claudia came back from work and watched some of the movies with the kids, they ate a load of popcorn and shared a lot of laughs. It was weird to not have Eleven or Will here, hell it was weird to see Nancy come into the video store without Jonathan. It was as if a piece of their hearts were gone. But this was how they were healing, they were spending time sharing love with one another. Y/N began to yawn and feel tired, somehow cuddling closer and closer to Steve by the second.

“Okay, I think it’s time to get this one to bed. “ Steve said towards the kids, lifting the arm covering Y/N just a smidge.

“Hey! No! I want to finish the movie!”

“Y/N, don’t kid yourself. You’re gonna be asleep in ten minutes.” Dustin said, mocking his sister’s ability to stay awake. She glared at him for a few seconds, communicating with him through their minds, just like siblings do.

“Fine.” She stood up and folded the blanket that was just covering her and Steve. “Come here, give me hugs goodnight, each and every single one of you!” The kids stood to their feet and gave her a hug. Over the past few months, Y/N had been way more open and affectionate with each of them, seeing as how precious the days with them are. They never knew when another battle was going to come again, so she had to show how much she cared every single day. She swore that to herself after what happened with Hopper. Max had started to cling on extra long, clearly re-finding the comfort of a sibling in Y/N. After Billy had died that night, she could never be the same. Sure Billy was awful, and sure Max hated the way he treated people, but he was still her family. They had still been through so much. Y/N was happy to take on any familial role to any of them, knowing how desperately they all needed it.

“Goodnight guys, I love you all so much.” She said before darting up the steps, followed closely by her boyfriend. They meandered through her bedroom, getting ready to go to sleep at their own paces, moving in synchronous motions none the less. They crawled into bed and faced one another.

“I really do love you Stevie. A lot.”

“I really do love you, Y/N/N. So, so much.” He gave her a kiss and pulled her into his chest to fall asleep.

Steve and Y/N’s relationship was one that people saw coming, but could never truly have imagined how beautiful it would really be. They were each other’s favorite people to start and end the day with. They could talk about anything and everything without judgment. Yeah, they fought sometimes, but that’s completely normal. All in all, these two shared a bond of happiness, trust and memories. From the moment they met, their lives were intertwined. Even through the period of time where they were no longer friends, or when they were facing the awkward in-between, it all meant something. It meant that they would fight the good fight, and they would do it together. Because to Y/N, Steve was the song that the morning brings.

taglist: @mochminnie @queen1054 @prettysbliss @voidnarnia

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington x you #stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things x y/n

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hoodieowl · 4 years ago

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So, I've been reading 'Humans are space orcs' lately, and can you not, it's becoming an obsession. And I wondered, what if aliens had a crew member with a eating dissorder?

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Day one.

A new crew member was coming, another human. Mi'ra felt a tap on their shoulder. "Hm?"

They turned around, seeing a human. A male, they presumed. They had brown hair and brown eyes, they wore mostly darker clothing.

"Hey, my names Mike, nice to meet you!"

They seemed more energetic then they expected. They touched, was this human bearing their teeth at them? Oh, right, humans do that in a manner of friendliness.

" Mi'ra, may I ask your gender?" - " male, he/him."

They nodded, the male looked around once entering the ship. "Whoa...its nice in here." They nodded before telling him directions the directions to his room.

"Thanks, and uhh...i probably won't be present for dinner."

Mi'ra was a newer member of the crew, but Mai had said that humans often require a large amount of food to stay healthy. They shook they're head and shrugged it off. It was probably a misunderstanding. They have only two other humans here, they can have differences, right?

Kaitlin looked around. She turned to Samuel and whispered, '' isn't there another human coming? "

Mi'ra spoke up, their voice slightly higher pitched than usual. "In his room, said he won't come. " their universal English wasn't the best, so they spike a little as possible.

"Weird, maybe he already ate?" - " probably. "

Day ten.

Mike came out of his office, he had dark circles under his eyes. He poured coffee in a mug and spread some jelly over some bread. He needed some good to function.

"Mike, dude, I haven't seen you in days!"

"Oh, hey Samuel. I've just been working. Paperwork, y'ankow?" The blonde nodded. "Yeah..hey, are those under-bags? Have you been sleeping properly?" The brunette nodded hesitantly. "Yeah, just tired. Getting coffee to get my day started..!'' He tried sending exited but ended up yawning at the end.

"Mike, it's three in the morning." - " no, it's not-! Oh..it is three in the morning. Wait, why are you awake?" - " water. "

He nodded. "I see, well, I'm going to go to work, paperwork needs to be filled. " Samuel nodded and waved him goodbye.

Day forty.

Mike hasn't left his room since the encounter with Samuel, and for all they know he dead.

Ci, a doctor, was spending most of his time in the kitchen in the hope of seeing Mike get food. To his fortune, the male human came.

His skin was sickeningly pale, he had dark under bags and that looked like makeup at this point. The Doctor rushed to help him before he collapsed.

"Dear Lord, when was the last time you ate?!"

Mike, being tired and too weak to lie, answers honestly.

" two... Mmaybe three days ago..?"

Ci took and apple and places it in front of Mike.

"Eat."

Day one-hundred

Mike was laying in his soft bed, he felt so empty. Maybe he could try eating- no, he wasn't hungry enough. No appetite. He tolled over to his side.

He looked around his room. It was a mess, pens and paler, books and pencils and a few readers we're everywhere.

He didn't feel like filling out any paperwork now. No, he didn't have the energy to fill any paperwork.

He probably should have ate more them a gronla bar for breakfast.

He heard a knock on the door.

"Mike, please let me in, we need to talk."

He recognized the voice being Ci's.

He stood up, his legs felt wobbly. He made his way to the door with the support of the object nearby.

He flipped the key two times before leaning against the wall.

Ci closed the door behind him.

"Mike, have you been resting and eating well?"

He looked around.

" I see you hydrated well."

Empty water bottles were everywhere.

Mike smiled and waved it off.

'' I'm sleeping well, are a granola bar for breakfast."

"Dear Lord! That's it?! You're coming to dinner, it's final. "

"But I have work!"

" I've spoken with the captain, you're work is split in half. It's not good for your health."

"But-"

"See you at dinner, it's in thirty minutes. "

Mike shuffled in his usually empty seat. He watched as food was placed around.

He heard chatting around, some saying 'thank you' and others just nodding.

He took some meat, figuring it would last him longer than vegetables.

The ate some and scattered the rest around his plates, making it seem as if it's just left-overs.

Day two-hundred-twenty

Mike was sitting in a bean bag. He was getting a black tuxedo cat who belonged to another human, Kaitlin. He was in the main room, watching TV.

Doctor Ci was sitting across him, reading a book.

He was getting in from a window above, heating his missing vitamin D.

"Oh, Mike, hey!''

"Hi!"

"Morning Mike!"

"Good morning Samuel."

"Mike, can you pass me the salt?'

"Sure."

Day three-hundred-sixty two

I've learned my newest crew-member was diagnosed with an eating disorder.

Apparently, some humans eat leas die to stress or anxiety.

The lack of food makes the stomach acid go down to 1, burning and eating a human's stomach. 'Starvation', as they call it.

Author:

Doctor Ci Gi'chin.

#humans are space orcs #space #humans are weird #earth #aliens #eating disorder #cat #happy ending

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mallowbees · 5 years ago

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i dont know much about TMA but ,, could you tell me a bit about avatars? I want to make a sona really bad because they look so cool haha

Oh heck YEAH I can!!

Right so!! Avatars are people who have had experiences with or behavior that aligned with one of the 14(15 kinda?) fear entities and end up serving them!! Throwing people to their, for lack of better words, god, to feed off of their fears and occasionally try to kick of rituals to make their god strong and getting some sweet powers as a reward!

!! It’s gonna be kinda hard to avoid spoilers with explaining this, so I’ll try to keep it to the minimum but some spoilers for avatar people’s stuff :’D !!

The 14 are as follows (I’m just gonna snag most of this from the wiki but anything not in italics is me):

The Burried :

Also called The Center, Choke, Too Close I Cannot Breathe.

The fear of claustrophobia, small spaces, of being unable to breathe and the underground and dust. Being at the centre of everything and it is all pushing down. Fear of being trapped without enough space.

Notable avatar person I can think of is 18th centry guy who worked in a grave yard and would nap in the graves cause it was quiet and when they installed bells incase someone was actually alive when they burried them they could ring it, so someone rang it and he cut the line because he thought they were nice and deserved to sleep, also early episode lost johns cave is a good example but doesnt have an avatar in it so hfgh

The Corruption :

Also called Filth, The Crawling Rot, or The Hive.

This entity is linked closely to our feelings of disgust, of feeling revulsion and fear of corruption, disease, filth. Manifests as mould, bugs, rot, decay, infection. The feeling of your skin crawling.

Jane Prentiss, she wanted to be loved and found love in a bunch of worms in a wasp nest in her attic, so she became their hive, she loves her worms and her worms love her, they sing

Also other guy I genuinely don't know his name he just made everyone sick at that retirement home with disease and hung out at hill top road a few times, got sealed in concrete and he always looked like he was skin and slightly rotting

The Dark :

Also called Mr. Pitch, The Forever Blind, The Sandman

A manifestation of our very primal fear of the dark, of what lies beyond what we can sense. What might be in it?

One of the oldest of the Entities.

Uhh cult kidnapped that one kid i think that was them, i dont know who the dark avatar is actually

The Desolation :

Also called The Lightless Flame, The Torturing Flame, The Devastation, Blackened Earth.

This entity deals in fear of pain, of loss, burning, fear of unthinking or cruel destruction.

Acolytes are enriched by destroying the lives of people who had things to live for, destroying things before their potential is realised. In exchange, the cult members can create heat--but not fire--and gain the ability to make their skin run like wax.

They burn from the inside and consume everything in flames, Jude Perry and Agnes Montague are the two i know, Agnes was born into it and died because of forbidden love and Jude set her girlfriends flat on fire so hgfhfg

The End :

Also called Death, Terminus, The Coming End That Waits For All And Cannot Be Ignored.

This entity deals in the fear of death itself, uncaring and unstoppable.

No known attempts at a ritual, presumably because it sees no need to, as Death claims all in the end.

Oliver Banks!! Had dreams of strings that tied people to their deaths, actual rational avatar, also didnt ask for this but he does pretty well. Also commited identity fraud

The Eye :

Also called Beholding, The Watcher, The Ceaseless Watcher, It Knows You.

This entity is fear of being watched, exposed, followed, of having secrets known, but also the drive to know and understand, even if your discoveries might destroy you. Fear that you’re suffering for the sake of something watching.

Elias!! Horrible man!! Can body hop! Just wants to watch the drama unfold and get more power. Knows lots of things and compulsion ! Also Jon because he reckless curiosity kinda screwed him over there and yeah. And that one security guy who got consumed by a watcher lietner watching other people via security camera, rip that guy

The Flesh :

Also called Viscera.

Born from the fear of animals bred for meat, and in the human realisation that we are just animated meat and bones.

Manifests as strange bodies being twisted, reshaped, and butchered.

Thought to be the newest of the 14, born around the time of the Industrial Revolution

Jared Hopworth! Got a Lietner, runs a gym to change bodies into what people want until they're practically not human anymore, likes most bones if they're good bones

The Hunt :

Hunting and chase and violence, this is an animalistic fear, very old and primal. Fear of being hunted, being prey.

Less able to affect people due to our self-removal from the food chain. Self-proclaimed monster hunters (and those who do the same without referring to themselves as such) run a strong chance of becoming Hunters and then having a need to hunt and kill monsters.

Daisy! Things get kinda messed up when you combine non-human impulses with a person so! Murder! violence!

The Lonely :

Also called Forsaken, The One Alone The fear of isolation, of being completely cut off and alone. Fear of being disconnected.

Peter lukas, Martin, grew up lonely and shunned idk what you expected, can literally vanish, cool aethetic- Also that one girl who married one of the lukas’, nayomi? But she wasnt an avatar just with one

The Slaughter :

This entity feeds off of pure, unpredictable, unmotivated violence. Strong ties to war. Fear of not knowing, where, when, how or if pain will come but that it will. Can be violent like a frenzied killer or calm and regimented like soldiers firing on the battlefield.

Melanie! Anger! Murder! Stabby stab! Justificated feeling that your anger is right!

The Spiral :

Also called Es Mentiras, It Is Lies, The Twisting Deceit, It Is Not What It Is.

This entity is fear of madness, of being lost, that your world is wrong, that your mind is lying to you. It deals with deception, lying, deceiving the mind and senses.

Michael! Helen! I don’t,, really know what to say on this one hgfhfg

The Stranger :

Also called I Do Not Know You.

Fear of the unknown. That creeping sense that something isn’t right. Also of unfamiliar people. Manifests as objects pretending to be humans, like mannequins and taxidermied people.

Theyre not people they arent who they arE

The Vast :

Also called The Falling Titan.

This entity deals in our fear of our own insignificance in this universe, of losing yourself in too much space. Its effects involve void, vertigo, and falling, but also anything to do with openness and open spaces, fears like Agoraphobia, fear of deep water.

Simon fairchild is honest to god just vibing hes having so much fun also reeeally long lifespan he likes watching people fall off this and falling off himelf, also mike crew who didnt ask for this but just kinda ended up there anyway cause he got struck by lightning on a hill and got a book

The Web :

Also called The Spider, Mother of Puppets.

Deals with fear of being controlled, entrapped, being trapped and not knowing it, and your will not being your own, of being manipulated. Manifests as spiders and spider webs and patterns like spider webs.

The Extiction :

Also called The Terrible Change, The Future Without Us, The World Is Always Ending

The 15th Entity hypothesized by Adelard Dekker to be currently emerging.

It is not yet confirmed to actually exist, if it is yet to be officially born, or if it is a combination of other powers and their overlap. It deals with the fear of catastrophic change, the destruction of humanity and its replacement by something different, especially via mankind's own causing.

Man-made elements are one of its hallmarks.

Avatars of other Entities would like to prevent it from emerging if possible.

Nobody on this one yet but yeah!!

So!! Usually it’s either the thing you are scared of embraces you and flips your behavior on its head, (Scared of being alone? Make other people alone! Scared of falling? Make other people fall!) Or something you like vibe with embraces and justifies you even if it scares you (Want to know?? Huh?? Buddy? Wanna Know? Or you just want some love? Get u some worms) Like if your experiences fall under one of the categories you probably go there if you’re not afraid of it, or if something happens and you’re terrified of it but not dead you’ll probably end up there hfhghgfh

Oh also here’s a what entity are you quiz if that helps ghfhfgh: https://uquiz.com/quiz/zxE9GQ/which-tma-entity-are-you-aligned-with?embed=False

Basically, does it scare you a little? Does it vibe with you a bit? There you go! You have an entity now! Have fun! HFGhfh

#the asks #tma #tma entities

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lifesucksheres20bucks · 5 years ago

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Reddie going to on a date to the fair...only if you want💗

YES I LOVE THIS CONCEPT

*i took me so long to write this, there might be some errors sorry*

- def like last summer of them all being in derry

-their 18 and richie is moving to LA and eddie is going to NY

-richie knows his time with eds is running out and hes been a lot more clingy than usual

-eddie knows it too and hes been spendig a lot more alone time with his favorite trashmouth

-eddie HATES change so he has regular panic attack just thinking of being away from the losers (especially richie)

when he gets the panic attacks he usually just throws himself onto richie and starts playing with his shirt

richie started seeing a pattern and lets him calm down, he tries rubbing his back or making him laugh

when eddie isnt with richie when he has one (which tends to only happen at night) he will sneak out of his house and go to richies (richie now leaves his window open for eddie bc of it )

the losers part ways in about 3 weeks

so for the past week eddie has been sleeping at richies everynight, he waits for his mom to go to sleep and goes directly to richies house

they usually just lie in bed somewhat cuddling

they both know theres this unspoken thing between them but no one acts on it

the second to last week of August theres the annual Derry summer fair. The losers have been going there since forever and its like the best part of the summer for them

they usually all go together for a whole day and stay to watch the fireworks then head to mikes farm for a sleepover/bonfire

one day richie cant take it anymore and calls bev, he just kinda blurs out that he loves eddie and bev starts laughing

“yeah we all figured you guys love eachother”

“wait you guys? you think eddie loves me too?”

“well none of us spend every night cuddling, and holding hands and sitting on each others laps”

“you guys noticed that huh”

“omg you’re such a idiot sometimes rich”

“idk what to do though, how am i going to live without eddie”

“you guys will see each other, dont worry, we promised each other annual trips and we all come back to derry for the summers right? You guys will see each other eventually”

“but i can barely stand being without him for a day. You remember last month when his mother didnt let him leave the house bc he coughed? I was freaking miserable that day and i made everyone else miserable too.”

“well rich, i dont know what to tell you, youre going to have to find a way to survive without him, you guys can still call each other when your in school. Its a temporary move, you guys can live together or whatever after college”

“i need to tell him how i feel, i cant just leave without telling him”

“I think thats a good idea, let me know how it goes”

the next day the losers go to the fair, end up causing too much trouble (like always) and then went back to mikes farm. they all got drunk and very emotional, lots of crying bc they were all moving. some promises were made about calling each other at least once a week and plans were made about visiting each other during the thanksgiving holiday and taking a spring break trip together. (their all going to NYC for thanksgiving to see the christmas tree and probably going to LA for spring break)

during the sleepover richie and eddie and sleeping next to each other, richie reaches out to see if eddie is awake and as soon as richies hand is on eddie back, eddie turns around and puts his head on richies chest.

“eddie do you want to go back to the fair with me tomorrow?”

“yeah we can go back , i think mike would like that bc he was totally smitten with that gir-

“no i mean just you and me”

“just you and me....uhh um okay that sounds like fun”

THE NEXT DAY

after eating breakfast at the farm they make up some weird excuse to why they couldnt hang out with the other losers and both leave (richie somehow said he needed to buy a cat)

-once they get to the fair theres this kinda awkward silence between them. Richie tries to make stupid jokes but all hes getting from eddie is nervous laughter

“hey eds whats wrong” richie says as he grads eddies hand

“i just, idk what are we doing?”

“well were at the fair, its this big fun thing we do every year”

“i know what a fair is you idiot, i mean why did you only want to come with me”

“bc i wanted to spend the day with my little eds!” (richie def pinches his cheek)

“dont call me that! god im so not going to miss that nickname when college starts”

“stop lying to yourself my little spaghetti, youre going to miss not hearing it everyday”

they end up walking around trying some of the games.

eddie spotted a Koala that he really wanted and richie set out a mission to win it

he ended up spending like 20 dollars on tickets bc he kept losing the game. but when he finally got it, the look on eddies face made it all worthwhile

eddie decided to name the koala trashmouth for his knight in shining armour that got him in the first place

richie melts

eddie also named him that bc richie TOTALLY loves to koala hug eddie (and thats also why he wanted the koala in the first place bc he thought of richie when he saw it)

eddie gets them both candied apples

richie drops his after two bites

so they end up sharing eddies

at the end of the day richie insists on going to the ferris wheel

so they go and they sit right next to each other, eddie head on richies shoulder and finger intertwined

they stop at the top and richie thinks its now or never

“hey eds, i need to tell you something and i dont want you to say anything, just let me finish”

“hm okay”

“you know how a couple of years ago you told me you loved coming to the fair because being here with your friends made you so happy. And that you absolutely loved coming on the Ferris wheel because being so high up and seeing the beautiful view of the town at sunset made you feel at peace and so whole...”

“yeah i remember that”

“well thats how you make me feel”

richie is playing with the hem of his shirt and every second that eddie doesnt say anything he starts shaking more and more

eddie sits quietly, in shock, and finally starts to process what richie says. he is quickly distracted by a tapping noise coming form richie

he looks at richie and sadness overcomes him, hes never seen richie look so nervous and scared in his life. the only thing he wants to do is hold him tight and thats exactly what the does

the second eddie takes richie into his arms richie just starts sobbing. the relief of the secret and the reality or their situation was just too much for him to handle

“shh shh ‘chee its okay, please dont cry baby”

“ i just, i dont know how im going to survive without you, youre my bestest friend eds and i love you so much..”

“i love you too richie, so much, why do you think i always sneak into your bedroom? all the panic attacks? its all because i keep thinking of college without you”

“why did we wait so long? i should have told you when i was 14, fucking hell Tozier always says stupid shit but never the right shit”

“richie stop youre not stupid, I should have told you, i just didnt know how. I know we waited too long but im so happy it happened this way. I dont think it would have worked out if we had told eachother sooner, we were so young. Now that were moving out of this shit hole we get to be ourselves and we can make this work”

“but youre going to be so far away...”

“ill come visit you and i you can come see me, ill call you every night, this is going to work, i know it is bc its us and i know were meant to be together”

“promise you wont forget me when im in LA”

“how can I ‘chee, you’re literally all i think about”

“wow okay this is getting really cheesy so can i just add a bit more cheesiness and kiss you at the top of the Ferris wheel?”

“ ugh okay but only since were already here and i dont think i can wait a minute longer”

richie cups eddies face and kisses him passionately

(ITS A SHITTY ENDING I KNOW I DIDNT KNOW HOW TO END IT IM SORRY IM REALLY NOT MADE FOR WRITING)

this is definitely a story they will share with their kids in the future ❤️

#richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #reddie #reddie prompt #character prompts #yeah its pretty shit im sorry

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Watched in April

Queen of Earth Black Christmas Dogs of Chernobyl Firecrackers Les Misérables The Evil Dead The Daughters of Fire (Las hijas del fuego) The Fallen Idol The Wailing (곡성, Gokseong) Inherent Vice Sorrowful Shadow Mistery Lonely The Grand Bizarre Zombieland: Double Tap Waves '98 Uncut Gems The Last Séance Too Late to Die Young (Tarde para morir joven) Room Queen & Slim The Holy Mountain (La montaña sagrada) The Chaser ( 추격자, Chugyeokja) Made in Dagenham The Color of Pomegranates (Նռան գույնը, Nřan guynə) Lost Girls Ghost Town Anthology (Répertoire des villes disparues) And Then There Were None Doctor Sleep Meshes of the Afternoon Circus of Books Catfish Wildling Delphine The Strange Love of Martha Ivers The Red Balloon (Le Ballon rouge) Nona. If They Soak Me, I’ll Burn Them (Nona. Si me mojan, yo los quemo) The Lodge Invisible Man Sans Soleil

Did not finish

Horsehead (Romain Basset, 2014) Sinister (Scott Derrickson, 2012)

Did not like

Sorrowful Shadow (Guy Maddin, 2004) Mistery Lonely (Harmony Korine, 2007) Uncut Gems (Josh and Benny Safdie, 2019) The Last Séance (Laura Kulik, 2018) The Holy Mountain (La montaña sagrada, Alejandro Jodorowsky, 1973) Doctor Sleep (Mike Flanagan, 2019)

Okay

Queen of Earth (Alex Ross Perry, 2015): The way it was filmed reminded me of The Midnight Swim and Always Shine. I watched it because Elisabeth Moss is in it but was rather disappointed in the end -- it was beautifully shot but went nowhere

Black Christmas (Sophia Takal, 2019): Like Assassination Nation, this is a film I'm glad young people today have -- and it was fine, and if there’s anything I’ve got to say about so-called raging feminists it’s that we need more of them, but yeah the ending was disappointing and I felt that I had aged out of the target audience a good number of years ago

The Evil Dead (Sam Raimi, 1981): Finally saw this! Love me a a good campy horror story once in a while

The Wailing (곡성, Gokseong) and The Chaser ( 추격자, Chugyeokja) (Na Hong-jin, 2016 and 2008): A healthy dose of wtf in both of those, I’m still not sure I “correctly” grasped the intended tone. I also just lost all interest in The Chaser when (spoiler) the girl died. What’s the point of that? Are we in Game of Thrones now? I may still be angry about that, actually

Inherent Vice (Paul Thomas Anderson, 2014): I know it’s a good film but it bored me to death. I don’t like stories about men or drugs

Zombieland: Double Tap (Ruben Fleischer, 2019): A sympathetic, slightly disappointing sequel

Waves '98 (Ely Dagher, 2015): I don’t remember much about this short but I did think it was good

Room (Lenny Abrahamson, 2015): I couldn’t watch this as separate from the book, it felt more like a companion film to me than anything else. It was good I think, but I’m definitely not the best judge on this one, because the book was so amazing and I’m still not over it, apparently

And Then There Were None (René Clair, 1945): Was it good? Who knows. They changed the ending and added in a crap love story, so who cares, really

Wildling (Fritz Böhm, 2018): I liked it? I didn’t really see the “feminist themes” in this but it was good

Delphine (Chloé Robichaud, 2019): This is one of those short films that are a little too “slice of life” for me to really enjoy. I can tell it’s good, tho

The Red Balloon (Le Ballon rouge, Albert Lamorisse, 1956): This is apparently a classic short film, and I think I would have enjoyed it a lot had I seen it in 1956. Seeing it today, when everything in it has been used in a hundred thousand other films, made it fall flat a little

Nona. If They Soak Me, I’ll Burn Them (Nona. Si me mojan, yo los quemo, Camila José Donoso, 2019): Watched this because it was directed by a woman! Did not know what to expect at all. The non-linear narration kept me trying to remember if there was something I could possibly have skipped that would have made more sense of it. I think the premise (old woman throws Molotov cocktail at former lover’s car) is better than the finished product, although it is very well-shot and the acting is amazing

Good

Dogs of Chernobyl (Léa Camilleri & Hugo Chesnel, 2020): Short documentary that had me on the verge of tears several times (you can watch it for free on YouTube!)

Les Misérables (Ladj Ly, 2019): It’s hard to talk about films like these. It is very good, very important, I think everyone should watch it. Think a new La Haine

The Daughters of Fire (Las hijas del fuego, Albertina Carri, 2018): Loved the reflection on pornography. The pornography itself was a little more... boring... but I appreciate the intention, and the guts it took to shoot something like this

The Fallen Idol (Carol Reed, 1948): An amazing British classic (adapted from Graham Greene!) that I had somehow never heard of. Great acting, especially considering the main character is a small child

Too Late to Die Young (Tarde para morir joven, Dominga Sotomayor Castillo, 2018): There will be people in this world to say that "uhh nothing happens in this film", a statement to which my reply will be twofold: first, it's beautiful so who cares, and second, how many other films have you seen that take place in a commune in the 1990s in Chile? That's what I thought. Shut up

Made in Dagenham (Nigel Cole, 2010): Films like this and Suffragette, that is, mainstream films about the working classes and political activism, are almost bound to be flawed, but I'm grateful they exist all the same. And how many of those have we seen that are about workers’ unions, with an all-female main cast, and nuanced dialogue about communism and the place of women in the home and of men in feminism? I’m glad that male directors have finally figured out that one of the best ways to avoid showing a one-dimensional idea of women is to have lots of them in one film. And Sally Hawkins! I love her

The Color of Pomegranates (Նռան գույնը, Nřan guynə, Sergei Parajanov, 1969): Another one of those classics I had never heard of (until I got Mubi!). Indescribable, beautiful

Lost Girls (Liz Garbus, 2020): Really liked the speech at the end about the police failing the victims and their families, really liked that the old inspector guy wasn't made to be someone who was on the side of the victims instead of on his own side. Bleak, sobering. When I watched this I didn't know Garbus was the person who directed that Nina Simone documentary, which I also love.Will definitely seek out more Liz Garbus in future

Ghost Town Anthology (Répertoire des villes disparues, Denis Côté, 2019): I watched this not knowing anything about Denis Côté or the film, and I loved the atmosphere even before the supernatural element really kicked in. Films like this and The One I Love or Everything Beautiful is Far Away are my kind of low-key science fiction

Meshes of the Afternoon (Maya Deren and Alexander Hammid, 1943): Aaaand another classic I finally saw! It just warms my heart to see that stuff like this was being made (by a woman!!) in the 1940s

Circus of Books (Rachel Mason, 2019): I saw a headline calling this “the queer Stories We Tell” and I loved Sarah Polley’s documentary and wouldn’t go quite that far but I can see where it’s coming from. A good autobiographical documentary about the complexity of families

Catfish (Henry Joost and Ariel Schulman, 2010): I think everyone going into this today knows what this is going to be about, but let me tell you, it does not reduce the impact

The Strange Love of Martha Ivers (Lewis Milestone, 1946): Barbara Stanwyck and Lizabeth Scott! Murder! Intrigue! Love and sleaze!

The Lodge (Veronika Franz & Severin Fiala, 2019): This was so efficient. It is so well-done, and Riley Keough is amazing as usual. More subtle than Franz and Fiala’s last effort, Goodnight Mommy, and at least as good

Sans Soleil (Chris Marker, 1983): It’s hard not to be disappointed by this after hearing every film bro I’ve ever met describe this as his fave ever. It is... pretty racist and sexist... but yes, very pretty, very nice if you can get past that

Faves

Firecrackers (Jasmin Mozaffari, 2018): Is this a coming-of-age story? Anyway it’s about two working-class teenage girls in small town Canada who are this close to making their dream of leaving for New York, and one of them is fuuuuucked up...

The Grand Bizarre (Jodie Mack, 2018): I think this is what I want from a non-narrative documentary. I’m tired of seeing pretentious Godfrey Reggio knockoffs. This quite simply blew my mind and is one of those very rare films I can see myself rewatching ten times

Queen & Slim (Melina Matsoukas, 2019): I can’t not compare this to Natural Born Killers and Thelma and Louise, both of which I used to love and haven’t seen in a number of years -- but Queen & Slim is quite possibly better than both of those. The tone, the breadth, the acting -- even the soundtrack. It’s a masterpiece

Invisible Man (Leigh Whannell, 2020): This is about a man who creates an invisibility suit. This is also about a woman who is being stalked and abused by a controlling man who just won’t rest until he has completely destroyed her -- but of course, since this is cinema and the woman in question is Elisabeth Moss, she ultimately beats the shit out of him. This was very difficult to watch for me but I’m glad I stuck through

I got Mubi this month! So glad I did. It’s so much better than both Filmstruck (RIP) and Amazon Prime. I like that choices are made for me up to a certain extent -- and those choices often turn out very good, and always interesting. And yes, we’re still in lockdown, I’m still unemployed, hence the number of films watched this month. Hopefully we can get out in May and I’ll end up watching less!

#watched in 2020 #films

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