#sasha is really sleepy so messes up his signs a little

[kiwibirb1]

Okay I just found out that the signs in ASL for coffee and make out are pretty similar. >:] Sasha bout to embarrese herself in front of her girls oooooooh

[miekasa]

random armin/mikasa/jean headcanons (college au)

↯ pairing: armin x (fem) reader, mikasa x (fem) reader, jean x (fem) reader

↯ genres and warnings: college au, fluff, lets see how many times i can mention eren in writing that has absolutely nothing to do with him

↯ notes: this.... probably won’t be a regular thing, i don’t know that i can consistently continue writing for them, but this sure was fun and reminded me that i actually have feelings for someone other than levi :// didn’t ask for that, but here we are

ARMIN ARLERT

Would most likely get pretty good grades, but he can definitely be lazy about it and hear me out.

If it’s a class that he likes and is genuinely interested in (which is the majority of them), he’s going to put in the work—sometimes too much work—to make sure he’s doing well. He usually studies very meticulously, and stays on top of his game throughout the semester.

But if it’s one of those bs classes the university makes you take, or some kind of stupid elective that was the only course that could fit into his schedule? Well, Armin is smart enough to bullshit his way through anything, so he’s not going to exert himself for a class he doesn’t even care about. 

Oh, and he’s very vocal about complaining to you about said bullshit courses. (Completely justified, go off king).

“I swear sometimes the TA just lowers marks randomly to ‘keep the class average.’ Granted, I didn’t really study for the quiz, so I wasn’t expecting a stellar grade or anything, but I know they do that sometimes.” “Well, babe, why didn’t you study.” “Because I hate it, (Y/N).”

Like I said, takes school seriously and tries his best; but even he knows he doesn’t have to be at 100% all the time. It’s also kind of a flex how smart he is and how much he can get by on doing the absolute bare minimum.

Poor Connie is studying his ass off for their shared elective and Armin barely looked at the first page of the textbook, and he’ll probably get a 90 anyways.

Imagine he’s so caught up with his other classes, he actually forgets about a midterm for his stupid elective, and at first he’s freaking out, so you kind of have to remind him of who tf he is. You finally get him to relax and he blinks at you, “Oh right, I didn’t study because I didn’t have to haha nice.” 

Helps you prepare for presentations by letting you practice them in front of him. Actually gives good feedback, but sometimes he’s just watching you and not really listening.

Sometimes, you have to be the one to remind him to take a step back and take care of himself, before his schoolwork. He doesn’t like to worry you, and likely feels guilty when he sees you walking up to him in the library at 2am; so he won’t fight you on it, and just lets you help him pack up all his stuff and head home for the day.

Likes head massages. Maybe sometimes has faked a little bit of a headache to get you to massage his head and play with his hair. He’ll never tell.

If you rub his cheek while he’s laying on top of you, he will knock out like a baby. Almost immediately. It’s a surefire way to get him to go to sleep.

Schedules dates with you, and plans them out meticulously. Sometimes gets playful and sends you a whole ass e-vite.

“Armin, why do I have an email invitation for our date to the library?” “So that you don’t forget, of course.” “How could I forget, it’s later today, and you’re literally helping me study for my midterm.” “With popcorn!”

Probably the type to get a job on campus. You and your friends come to visit him when he’s on shift and annoy him. He secretly likes it.

Oh, he’s kind of shady. Scratch that, can be very shady. He complains about school to you, but also just complains to you in general; he doesn’t outwardly do that a lot, but you’re his confidant.

Sometimes you get surprised and call him out on it and you’re like “Oh my god, Armin, the poor girl didn’t mean to mess up the project,” and he’s like “Well. Sometimes people are idiots and it has to be said.”

Has a bad habit of rolling his eyes and he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it. “Did you just roll your eyes at me.” “I don’t know, did I?” Bye.

His hands are always covered in some kind of ink/markings. Accidental brushes of his pens, streaks from his highlighters or markers, a little bit of lead from his pencil along the side of his palm.

Speaking of which, he strikes me as the kind of guy to keep a bullet journal. Not necessarily decked out and fancy with Polaroids and extravagant fonts; but definitely neat, and decorated to some extent, depending on how he’s feeling. It makes him feel organized.

He would pencil in important dates and markers of your relationship into said journal. “Friday night: museum date—remember to buy the tickets in advance.”

If anyone is going to buy, wash, peel, and cut up fruit for you, it’s going to be Armin.

Lowkey tutoring all of his friends, and might be the sole reason that Connie hasn’t dropped out yet. He likes tutoring you the most, though. 

Get this, sometimes he asks you to tutor him, even if he knows damn well he doesn’t need it. Maybe he’ll even sign up for a stupid elective if it’s a class you’ve taken before, just to have an excuse to get you to teach him something. 

Likes trying new things with you. He might not always like the new things that you try, but he’s open to trying them at least once. Well… most things anyways. Just don’t ask him to get up at dawn and go jogging with you.

I genuinely cannot tell if he would be a morning person or not. Maybe mid-morning. Probably not a rise-and-shine at 6am kind of guy, but is up by at least 10:00am every day. Very cute when he’s groggy though, and stumbles around a bit like a baby deer when he first gets up, especially if he’s hungry.

He likes to bike. And really likes when you go on bike rides with him. As long as you both are on your own bikes, you learned the hard way that tandem biking isn’t cut out for you.

Knows that all-nighters aren’t good for you, but sometimes you have to pull them anyways. If you both have a lot to get done, he’ll stay up with you and make sure you both take breaks and drink water.

Can twirl his pens in that really fast and fancy way, and can do the thing where he rolls it between all his fingers too. I’ll let you think bout the implications of that for yourself.

He likes watching cartoons, and reels you into all his favorites. Definitely likes to stay in on weekends watching cartoons with you and just chilling.

Will go to a party with you if you ask, or if his friends are hosting, but nothing beyond that. You didn’t hear this from me, but he’d probably like to smoke more than drink.

Sometimes you think he needs a break and you commission Eren to take him out for the night, but Armin still comes back looking more composed than him. A little sleepy and maybe a bit out of it, but not sloshed, much to your disappointment. “Eren, you really couldn’t have tried to be more a bad influence?? I was counting on you!!”

Eren’s confused, like, “Did you want me to get him white boy wasted??” “Yeah, kinda!! It’s what he deserves every once in a while. Ugh, next time I’m calling in Sasha, she knows how to drink.”

By the way, if you’re dating Armin, you’re kind of dating (or at least babysitting) Eren too. Or vice versa. Either way, they will also go on dates without you. (“Hanging out. We’re hanging out, and I’m tutoring him so he doesn’t fail Biology, (Y/N).” “Likely story, ocean eyes.”)

Can be touchy in a very absentminded way. He’ll reach out to play with your ears/earrings, habitually rub at your shoulders if you’re standing in front of him, mindlessly toy with the ends of your clothing. Half the time he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it, he’s so cute.

Plays one sport—is on the soccer team. It keeps him busy, and forces him to focus on something that isn’t academics once in a while. He’s pretty good at it, too; he and Eren make a good team when they play together.

You and Eren tried to get him to join the baseball team too. Eren, because he likes playing with Armin. You, because, well… the uniforms. He would look so good in the uniform.

MIKASA ACKERMAN

Makes her classes look like a breeze, even though it’s at least 300 pages of reading and writing per week.

Kind of gives me Elle Woods “What, like it’s hard?” kind of vibes when it comes to schoolwork. You’re in awe of how she just did 75 pages of reading with a tiny ass font in one sitting, and she just blinks at you like “Was it supposed to be difficult?”

Speaking of which, she likes to read in general; for leisure, outside of her school work. She’ll recommend you books, too. If you don’t like to read, she’ll still try and rope you in with shorter stories, or just read them aloud to you herself. 

Sits at a table across from you while you both do your schoolwork independently. It doesn’t sound like much, but it’s a quiet, almost implicit sense of intimacy that she really likes.

Bundles you up when it’s cold, and won’t take no for an answer. You will wear a hat, whether you like it or not.

Always prepared—and by that I mean, she carries things on her that she realizes you might need. Tissues, extra pens, an extra pair of mittens. She strikes me as the kind of person to pay attention to details like those.

Likes to walk you to class, even if her class is very far away from your building. She doesn’t mind.

On that note, she knows your schedule pretty well, where it pertains to classes and personal interests.

If you’re the type of person who can slack off or even just get caught up in other things when it comes to school work, she’ll be there to keep you on track and hold you accountable. Usually through setting aside times to study with you, but can even be through small things like asking you how your assignment is going.

(Nevermind that you completely forgot about the assignment, and hadn’t even started it—but that’s the point; she knew that).

Hear me out: holding pinkies. Maybe not when you’re walking, but when you’re seated next to each other. The longer you’re together, the more likely she is to initiate it, too.

Would rather study at home/in her apartment than in the library, but if you like to study there, she can compromise a few days out of the week.

Makes you playlists, and they’re usually really good, because she knows you so well. Sometimes she gets cute and customizes the cover art to a picture of the both of you.

She’s your ride or die, so if you complain to her about a prof you don’t like or a TA you don’t think is fair she’s 100% on your side. She might not always be able to do anything about it, but she’ll definitely let you complain to her.

Texts you throughout the day to check up on you, but usually disguised through other questions. Asks what you want/had for lunch when she’s really checking to make sure you ate. Asks you what time your lectures end, just to make sure you didn’t skip it (again). Asks you what time you’re going to be done studying to make sure you don’t stay up all night cramming again.

Takes a genuine interest in your courses, and absolutely loves to listen to you talk about them.

If your classes are vastly different, she’ll still try and help you however she can, even if it’s only in small ways, like proofreading something for you.

Doesn’t use emojis alot, so your contact doesn’t have a bunch of hearts next your name on anything. But she does put your last name in as Ackerman. 

Has social media, but mostly uses it to keep up with her friends, and you. You’re in most of the few pictures that she does post, and she might not say it, but she really likes it when you post photos of/with her. 

Not sure why, but I think she’d be a pretty decent artist if she tried. That trend of doing glass paintings on TikTok? I think she’d be into that, and would plan out the whole thing as a date with you.

Keeps up with all your favorite shows to talk about or watch them with you. Sometimes she’ll purposely miss a few episodes so that she can spend the night and marathon them with you.

Likes to stay in and drink cheap wine and just watch or talk about whatever with you. You could watch a terrible show just to laugh and comment on it the entire time and she would be so happy. 

Doesn’t like to sit down on public transportation, and honestly would rather you didn’t either, but she’s not going to stop you from taking a seat. If you’re sitting, she’ll stand in front of/over you, and always keeps wire headphones long enough for you to share music that way.

The most insufferable human when she’s sick and she knows it. She hates being sick. And she knows you shouldn’t be around her or else you might get sick but she also just wants you to hold her. (You do).

Likes to sleepover at your place. Talks with you about your day while you lay down. Always smells good. Very cuddly when sleepy. 10/10.

Hates the act of doing her laundry, but likes doing it with you. Lowkey starts buying and using the same detergent and fabric softener as you because it makes her smell like you.

Gets very embarrassed if you kiss her in public. Very red in the cheeks, it’s kind of cute, so I wouldn’t blame you if you did it on purpose.

JEAN KIRSTEIN

Jean is… quite smart, if you ask me. Or, at the very least, analytical, which can be applied to a variety of academic settings.

The only thing is, he’s incredibly lazy about it. He wants to do well in school, and can definitely pull himself together for a midterm or an exam; but is horrible at keeping pace with all his other work and assignments on a regular basis.

He also can’t sit still, which is why even though he is very kind and chivalrous and brings many snacks to your study sessions, he is also competing for number one worst study partner. Right next to Eren and Sasha.

Gets pouty when you tell him you don’t want to study with him. “But… but… but I brought snacks! And bubble tea!” “Yes, but you also have the attention span of a rabbit, Jean.”

At the end of the day he understands… that doesn’t mean he’s not going to be bitter about it LOLOL. It’s fine, you can make it up to him by hanging out with him afterwards.

Is, like, classically trained in at least two instruments because his mom put him in lessons as a child. He used to hate it growing up, and he doesn’t practice much now, so he never talks about it.

One day you happen to mention something about comparing two songs, telling him they remind you of each other but you don’t know exactly why or why, and very nonchalantly he’s like, “They sound similar because they share the same major chord in the chorus, and they’re in the same key.” 

And you just kind of blink at him like, “Okay, Beethoven. How. How did you know that.”

Once you realize he can, like, actually play the piano and violin really well you’re always begging him to play for you. It doesn’t happen often—it’s not like he owns a violin anymore and he certainly doesn’t have a grand piano in his shitty college apartment—but sometimes you sneak into the music room when it’s empty and he’ll play something for you.

He’s a romantic at heart, so he doesn’t mind, and if anything kind of enjoys you watching him play. It’s much better than playing for random parents in a recital. You’re dead if you ever mention it to any of his friends though.

Also not a frat boy, but definitely likes to party. Everything with reason. If he crushed a midterm on Thursday, he deserves to throw back a few beers on Friday night, you know?

Touchy when he’s drunk. Well, touchier than normal; he’d be the most affectionate out of every one on a regular basis. But he’s touchy and messy when he’s drunk, so he’s all over you.

Messy, but happy. All smiles and giggles and red cheeks, with his arm around your shoulder, boasting you anybody who will listen about his super hot girlfriend.

He and Eren throw the best parties when they team up together. (Only slightly related, but those two, when drunk together, could probably pass as a couple; they’re so uncharacteristically happy, and affectionate. You may or may not be keeping some photo and video evidence of Eren and Jean drunk cuddling).

Sends you videos when you’re in the middle of class. And only then. He plans it to be annoying. Because he is annoying.

Also always sending you those in-messsage games while you’re in the middle of lecture or studying. “PLEASE play virtual pool with me!! I’ll even let you win one round!!” “I AM TRYING TO LEARN!!” “LEARN LATER 😡😡😡”

A fucking fiend in your Instagram comments. It’s a miracle none of them have been removed or reported for inappropriate content. Replies to OTHER people’s comments complimenting YOU!! He’s so much

@sashabraus: aww you look so cute @youruser!! that color looks so good on you 💕 @jeannotjean: omg omg tysm @sashabraus 😊 i picked it myself @youruser: SHE WAS TALKING TO ME @jeannotjean!!! ME!!! @jeannotjean: @youruser you have no proof 🙄 @youruser: SHE USED MY @!!!! GET OUT OF MY COMMENTS!!! @jeannotjean: you’re so hot when you yell at me via insta comments 🥵🥵🥵 would it be better if i slid into your dm’s instead 😫😫😉 @youruser: @jeannotjean BLOCKED!! EFFECTIVE IMMEDIATELY!!

You try explaining your coursework to him and he’s just looking at you with puppy dog eyes like, “I haven’t a clue what you’re talking about, babe, but you look hot while doing it, so, please, continue.”

He’s another cocky annoying bastard (endearing). Always tilting you head up to look at him and smirk at you. Pisses you off just to put his arm around your shoulder and be like, “It’s okay, I know you love me anyways.” Winks at you in public just to embarrass you. He’s the worst. The worst.

King of picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder for absolutely no reason at all.

He lowkey wants to get an ear piercing and uses you to talk him into it. “Don’t you think I���d look hot with a piercing? I think I would.” “You would look good regardless, Jean. So, do it if you want to.” “Right. But, like.... do you think I would look hot.”

For as annoying and cocky as he can be, the second you actually genuinely tell him you think he’s attractive or talented or whatever, he gets kind of shy. It’s very cute. 

Likes trying new restaurants with you, even though he really should stop spending all his money on food. Sometimes trying new restaurants means ordering from a new place, but it’s whatever, you know.

Honestly… the two of you would probably have a ridiculously high Uber Eats bill. You really should go outside and, like, be people every once in a while LOLOL

Okay, but it’s mostly Jean’s fault. For as much as he likes to party, and doesn’t mind hosting a party, he doesn’t do much beyond that. He hangs out with his/your friends, and with you, obviously, but he’s not the kind of guy to have his weekend booked up all the time.

He would much rather stay in with you, and talk trash about his stupid group project partners, and lay on your stomach and try to teach you how to play his favorite video games.

Spoiler: he fucking lies and/or leaves out key parts of the gameplay!! Just so he can crush you and laugh about it!! Annoying, but you’re the one keeping him around, so, who can you really blame but yourself.

[starshine-effendy]

[No sleep] Truth or dare

Is this a series? One answer: Possibly 

Summary: You, beautiful reader, just want to sleep. You haven’t gotten a good night rest ever since you got the 104ths living with you. You sleep in the same dorms with the girls but somehow you’re the only one who can’t get a good night sleep properly. So this is night you thought you were going to get some sleep but instead... This happened. 

Paring: Levixreader 

Warning: Uhhhhhhhhh.... Probably some sleepless nights and screaming? 

It had been a tiring day at training, you had extra cleaning to do so you weren’t the first to get to your room. It was probably 2am but nonetheless, you were ready to sleep. The moon’s light bounced off your window giving enough light to see the shadows of your surroundings. The night was young and the stars were glimmering in the beautiful night sky. The room was still and quiet. Some girls must’ve already fallen asleep. You felt sleep was approaching you too so you drifted off and off... and o-

BAM!!!!

Your eyes shot up and you heard some girls must’ve jumped, hitting their head of the bottom of the bunk or the ceiling. “GUYS!!!!!!” Oh no... You knew that voice very well and you were not in a mood for it. “Let’s go to the mess hall!!!” Hange yelled. You silently cursed and saw that Sasha, Christa and Ymir were already on their way out the door. Hange was standing beside the door giving them space to walk out. When she saw that you were the only one who didn’t move from your position she took matters in her own hands. She called over Mikasa. 

Next thing you knew... You were being dragged by your legs across the halls by Mikasa. Honestly you felt like crying because all you wanted to do was sleep but here you were being literally dragged around HQ. 

You and Mikasa arrived in the mess hall and Mikasa dragged your poor soul towards the giant circle everyone made. She specifically placed you beside Hange and Levi. Everyone was sitting while you were still laying down cursing about Mikasa’s abnormal strength. 

“Alright! Let’s discuss the game!” 

You realized a groan louder than expected. Everyone eyed at you before Mikasa waved you off telling everyone that you were just a sleepy grump. 

You cursed at her before getting pinched by Levi making you jolt up and sat down. You gave him a glare. Sure, you and Levi have been together since the undergrounds and he knew what buttons to push but he didn’t have to make you join this gosh forsaken game in the middle of the night! 

“It’s a simple game of truth or dare. Fail to comply with your dare or speak the truth for your truth and you’ll have to spin the bottle as punishment,” Hange explained. 

You groaned once more. 

(Btw in the circle there was: Mobilt, Hange, You, Levi, Armin, Eren, Mikasa, Sasha, Connie, Jean, Reiner, Annie and Bertolt).... 

“I’ll start first,” Hange exclaimed, “Levi! Truth or dare?” 

“Tch, truth,” Levi replied, hands crossed. 

“What did you do last night with Y/N?” Hange asked with a wide grin that would put the titans to shame. While everyone stared at their captain with curiosity. You blushed wildly. 

“I gave her a reward,” Levi replied. 

“Oh hoho~~~ What reward?” Hange teased. 

“I gave her my mop,” Levi replied. (HA! YOU THOUGHT!! YA NASTYYY HAHAHAHA) 

“It was a really effective mop,” You said with crimson red cheeks. 

Everyone stared at the both of you confused. Huh...? Blushing wildly over a mop? 

“Mobilt! Truth or Dare?” Levi asked. 

“Dare,” He replied

“I dare you to confess,” Levi said with a smirk.

“H-HAH?” Now it’s Mobilt’s turn to blush. 

“Confess” You chanted. After a minute, the whole circle was chanting, “Confess” now. 

“I LIKE HANGE-SAN!” He yelled out. 

Hange stared at him for a moment. 

“You know I wanted you to confess that you took my tea but I guess that counts,” Levi said. 

“I DIDN-” Mobilt tried to say but he was cut off by Hange dragging him by his back collar towards the rooms. 

Everyone stared as they left. 

“Welp! That concludes our game. I’m going to sleep now~” You cheered. You got up and walked towards the exit when...

“AWWW BUT I HAVEN’T GOTTEN MY TURN YET!” Sasha protested. 

“SAME!”

“I-I wanted a turn too,”

“I did want one too” 

These kids.... Will be the death of me you thought to yourself. 

You turned around and sighed, “You kids...” 

You shook your head and went back towards your seat. Levi wrapped his arm around your waist securing you so that you won’t leave again. You sighed, “Sasha... Ask,” 

“OH!!!! Connie! Truth or Dare?” She squealed.

“Hahaha, Truth!” Connie confidently replied.

“Did you or did you not ‘accidently’ used Captain Levi’s cravat to clean the tables?” She asked with a mischievous grin. 

Levi’s grip on your waist tightened. A sign that he was not happy. You watched as Levi stared daggers to Connie. Connie’s face was pale and he reached out towards the bottle and he spun.

This was a second option. Kiss the person the bottle lands on or still do the truth/dare assigned to you. The bottle landed on Jean. Connie looked as if he was rethinking his life choices. 

“Is it too late to sleep?” Connie asked. 

“Yes” Everyone in the circle replied. 

Connie sighed and went over to Jean and kissed him on the cheek. Everyone in the room started laughing except for Connie, Jean and Levi who were disgusted. 

“Reiner! Truth or Dare?” Connie called out.

“Pfft, Dare!” Reiner replied, boldly. 

“I dare you to flirt with Y/N!” 

Levi and Reiner stiffened at the dare. Levi pulled you closer to him whilst giving Reiner a death glare. Sweat could be seen on Reiner’s forehead and he reached out for the bottle. He gave it a spin and it landed... on... Levi. 

Everyone gave him pitiful stares. Reiner felt as death was close to him. He inhaled, mentally preparing himself for the pain that was about to come but he thought... Hey... He’s the armor titan. Levi can’t hurt him. So with the confident he had inside of him he confidently said, “Hey Y/N.... I heard your boyfriend treats you like a princess,” You nodded while Levi was glaring daggers at him. If looks can kill Reiner would already be 6 feet below. Reiner... This guy had the audacity to point finger guns at you and continued, “Well you should go out with me instead... Cause I’ll treat you like a queen,” 

“Braun, if you must know I don’t treat Y/N like a princess or a queen,” Levi said with a murderous tone, “I treat her like a Goddess,” Everyone’s eyes widen at their captain’s response. 

Reiner sunk to the ground feeling defeated. Everyone started patting Reiner’s back. 

“Pfft the captain one up you bro,” 

“It’s okay Reiner,” 

“Stop being a baby about it,” 

Reiner looked up to see Levi in front of him. He stomped on Reiner’s fingers. Everyone heard a loud crunch of bones shattering. Levi has broken Reiner’s fingers. He went back and wrapped his arm around you again protectively. 

Reiner, Annie and Bertolt went to the infirmary to heal his broken fingers. 

And now there were 8. 

“Captain ask someone!” Connie yelled. 

“Tch, OI Jeager! Truth or dare?” 

“Uh... Truth Sir!”

“Tell us your relationship with that crazy bodyguard of yours!” 

“Huh..? Who? Mikasa?” Eren questioned.

“Yea” 

“Well... She’s my sister Sir,” 

Mikasa grunted at this and Levi tsked. 

“Armin Truth or Dare?” 

“T-truth,” 

“Who’s the prettiest girl in the circle even if they left?” Eren excitedly questioned. 

“...Annie,” The blonde’s cheeks became crimson. 

“Y/N! Truth or dare?” The blonde cried out.

You weren’t paying attention to them. You were dozing off, head on Levi’s shoulders. Half-asleep... but you managed to mumble out a “Dare” loud enough for everyone to hear. Armin nodded and said “I dare you to kiss the Captain,” 

No response... No movements... You were asleep. 

“Y/N?” 

Everyone started to call out your name but luckily Levi didn’t move. Until that is... Mikasa poked you. You jolted up to your feet and cried out, “YES! HI I’M ALIVE!” 

“I-... I uh dared you to kiss the Corporal,” Armin reminded. 

“YEs... ThE Who?” You were standing, half-asleep and your brain couldn’t process what was happening. 

“Captain Levi,” Mikasa said. 

“AH! Yes! He’s my boyfriend!” You blurted out pointing your hands towards the ceiling. 

“We know he’s your boyfriend just kiss him and get this dare over with,” Mikasa grunted. 

“Kiss... him” You turned your head towards Levi. Who had one eyebrow raised. 

“But he’s too hot... I’ll burn” You mumbled loud enough for everyone to hear. 

“Is she drunk?” Jean questioned. 

“No idea...” Connie replied. Jean’s eyes went to Sasha but she just shrugged. 

“I haven’t slept in 3 days...” You said, nonchalantly.

“Why didn’t you sleep brat?!” Levi scolded. 

You were about to answer when you collapsed face first towards the floor. 

.

.

.

Silence filled the room until...

“OH MY GOD SHE’S DEAD!” Sasha yelled. 

“NOOOOO I JUST GOT TO KNOW HER!!!” Connie followed. 

“Y/N!!! NOOO” Jean cried out. 

“I was starting to like her,” Mikasa also followed. 

“IS SHE ACTUALLY DEAD?! I’LL KILL ALL THE TITANS FOR YOU Y/N!!” Eren yelled. 

“Guys... She’s not dead she’s just asleep!” Armin yelled, disappointed. 

“Oh” Eren, Sasha, Connie and Jean mumbled. 

“Tch... Troublesome brat,” 

Levi closed his eyes and rubbed his temples. When he opened them he saw you gone from the floor. He looked around the room with a little panic. When he saw you being carried on Mikasa’s shoulders he sighed and shook his head. 

“At least you were going to sleep in your room now,” 

But what he didn’t know was it was 4am and you were going to only get an hour of sleep. 

[postmodernbeing]

Shingeki no Kyojin Headcanons: Paradis Soldiers, drunk edition

Hello, Postmodernbeing here. So, I have been re-reading SnK manga due its 4th and final season. And chapter 123 really inspired me into writing this headcanons. I wrote them thinking in some Morden AU, but I believe that they could easily work for the canon universe. I hope you like this as much as I did. 

IMPORTANT: I kept some canon elements that I read in a few posts from interviews to Isayama. //  For obvious reasons, all the characters are 18+. // I do not own Shingeki no Kyojin. // This post does not exhorts the abuse of harmful substances such as alcohol. // English is not my first language, so I appreciate your patience.

Eren Jaeger

Isayama himself has mentioned that Eren has a high tolerance to alcohol. I'd like to respect that fact (although I'm not 100% sure about that since I read it somewhere around internet). I do imagine that Eren is the friend that ends up taking care of everyone when they're totally wasted, but he also finds the time to have fun and drink because he doesn’t really like watching over every single one of his friends or counting all the shots that they take.

His behavior doesn’t really change a lot when wasted. I picture that he might speak a bit higher than usual due the deafening effect of music and alcohol. Also, he takes a bit of time before replying a question, etc.

Apart from that, do not expect him to dance like crazy over some table. He would agree to some karaoke, though. Or even to compete in a videogame/party game if Jean challenges him enough. Usually, Eren likes to keep his cool and watch everyone have a good time. Eren’s a simple man.

In some AU, he would be the designated driver if no one else offers (cough Armin cough), or in case that all his friends are totally wasted. Eren also makes sure that his pals arrive home safely before turning the engine again (so thoughtful, aw). In case that everyone takes a taxi or some uber, Eren would ask them to send a message to their group chat before going to bed just so he’s sure everyone is safe. Even if he knows some of them will forget or fall asleep immediately after arriving home.

Mikasa Ackerman

This girl rarely gets drunk, let me tell you. And not because she doesn’t drink, she drinks a lot. Mostly because she follows Sasha into all she dares her: beerpong, shots, you name it. Even though, Mikasa prefers traditional beer, she’s into trying new things such as different tastes and alcohol levels (she’s fearless). I do imagine that Mikasa realizes she’s drunk when tries to stand from anywhere she was sitting, rather for going to the kitchen for a glass of water or to the toilet (she knows  drinking water is important in order to keep her body hydrated and avoid hangover).

First thing she notices, besides the dizziness, is her face utterly blushed. She smiles almost immediately, Mikasa is more open with her body language albeit her use of words remains limited. She knows how to stay rational.

She’ll never admit how much she enjoys being invited by Sasha to have some drinks. Mikasa’s happy that she’s able to be her partner in beerpong, even if Sasha makes her lose from time to time. Her favorite game secretly is “Never have I ever…” because all her friends end up sharing too much, or some truly funny anecdotes that feed her little laugh (please, protect smiley Mikasa).

Mikasa has been designated driver only a couple of times since she keeps falling asleep after getting wasted. Nevertheless, she never fails into leaving a good night message to her friends when arriving home. Mikasa thinks that’s the perfect way to thank the squad for the great moments they shared.

Like Eren, she prefers casual reunions or stay-in-home parties. But if she’s noticed that the rest will attend to some bar/club she’d rather be there, protecting them (just a little before passing out too).

Armin Arlert

How do I say this politely? Please, keep him away from alcohol. He gets so drunk, so fast it’s almost funny. Definitely, he starts feeling a bit sleepy because he feels so relaxed. But if Armin keeps drinking sure thing, he’ll start feeling more energetic and perky. He’s the first one that gets into the karaoke thing, although he likes to share stories from the books he reads too, Eren is the one that listens to him with the most attention (and soberness).

Armin also laughs a lot being drunk, you could tell him any nonsense and he’ll burst out laughing. Sometimes he also tries to make jokes but fails funnily enough, he can’t make one coherent sentence. That’s a good sign most of the times, for he’s reaching his limits and his friends cut his consumption (which it’s really not that much).

That’s why it’s common that Armin offers himself as designated driver those nights that he might had a beer or two. He’s very responsible when he acknowledges there won’t be a chance to stay the night (for they are partying at a club or a stranger’s house). Armin is used to take his friends till their front door, he might be small, but he wants to be sure everyone will be alright and safe.

Against all odds, he enjoys a bit more of pubs since he became with time, less aloof than his childhood friends. Although, he’s not that meticulous with the remedies against hangover. Giving him the result of headaches for the next 24 hours at least.

Jean Kirstein

Jean has a higher alcohol tolerance, and he even tries to avoid excess of said substances. However, he always fails colossally 80% of occasions. He’s not precisely awkward or a bad drinker, but it’s definitely hard to keep up with his energy and enthusiasm when he’s drunk. Jean’s not the most responsible drinker neither but he manages to stay rational enough. One could say that he becomes more reckless with what he does and says.

…Such as climbing up a table and dancing like crazy. He would absolutely spend most of the night dancing and he’s not bad actually. The thing is, that his ability comes from the drunk effect rather than actual skill. When there’s no music to be heard, he likes to organize the games with Sasha and Connie. Jean also yells a lot more, and he doesn’t admit it but he runs out of patience faster if his friends aren’t excited to follow the flow of the games (we know he refers to Eren most of the times).

Therewith, he keeps his cool and sincere attitude. His friends know that Jean doesn’t need to be drunk to be open and honest, so they trust in his drunken words too. Which leads us to the next point, Jean loves bigger and more elaborated parties. But only because he knows all his friends could engage in activities that they actually enjoy. From screaming and running to keeping it quiet in a sofa.

He doesn’t worry easily, but if someone asks him to take care of them, he will offer his help without trouble (those are the 20% remaining of occasions in which he doesn’t get that drunk). Jean got the designated driver role only one time, for his friends decided that he sucked at following the GPS and spend too much time taking ‘shortcuts’ every three blocks. It would take the rest of the night trying to get to their homes.

Sasha Braus

Like Jean, Sasha has a medium tolerance to alcoholic beverages, but she tends to mess that up when stuffing her mouth with snacks and junk food. She insists in eating before drinking (and after too), so it’s not unusual to watch her running into the bathroom at the middle of the night because of nausea. To everyone's surprise, she has a wide knowledge of different drinks. From the best wines and its respective cuts of meats, to the strangest (and cheapest) mixtures for the sole purpose of getting wasted.

Even in sober state Sasha isn’t shy at all. So, beware for she’s the mastermind behind the party games. Sasha always promises tranquil reunions but deep down everyone knows shit’s getting down every-single-time. She knows the basic games such as beerpong, “never have I ever”, “truth or dare”, and she has a talent at asking the most awkward questions. But her real potential reveals when she dares her friends into weird and dangerous challenges.

Sasha definitely becomes more direct and energetic. She has let her real accent show a few times before and even if she gets a bit embarrassed she’s too drunk to care (Mikasa is the first one that shuts their mouths if they try to make fun of her, canon of they being the best friends ever, yay).

She loves to dance and sing, making a disaster of the house/club they’re partying at. Connie tries to calm her down before anyone else, but fails because just like her, he’s delighted with the jokes and pranks they pull together. Sasha knows that Connie stays close to her in case she’s feeling more dizzy than usual and she’s forever thankful for that. Lastly, she has never offered herself into that designated driver role, and that’s what her friends are thankful for. So, everything’s reciprocal, one could say.

Connie Springer

Connie has just a bit more of tolerance to alcohol. It’s common that Sasha, Jean, and Connie end up drunk at the same time. They laugh when they realize this. The first signal into Connie’s drunk state is him talking about everything that passes through his mind, from conspiracy theories to the most absurd yet profound questions. And finishes his quasi rational speech with bad jokes, although he doesn’t really need alcohol to tell them.

He promises himself every single time that he’ll take care of Sasha but ends up following her into all her dares and extreme games (some of them almost illegal). Connie is the first person than anyone runs to if they want to throw a bigger party. He feels flattered to this, he’s truly popular and a great company to anyone. Seems obvious at this point, but I'll say it anyway: Connie really enjoys club parties.

I already mentioned that Connie gets along with anything that Sasha comes up with. But Connie himself has a repertoire of anecdotes and pranks. He can recommend you the best pubs and the cheapest (and interesting) clubs. He doesn’t admit it, but this also strokes his ego. Maybe he does have some genius in him, at least for these topics.

Connie is also the most chaotic drunk, all he does (or tries to) is funny. He has the craziest anecdotes. Like that time when his friends found him asking for directions to a public trash can, or that one night when he had a fight with Jean because he didn’t accede to shave his head to match with Connie’s. Or Sasha’s favorite, she’d dared him into smelling Eren’s arse for some bet they had about his smell. Mikasa was not happy.

Sincerely, this boy brings life into the parties if he desires so. Howbeit, he got his friends’ backs if they have a problem with aggressive drunken guys. Connie has jumped into fights just so he protects his friends (Armin, more than anyone else due his big-smart mouth). Truth to be told, Connie fights quite good when drunk. His protective side is a wonder, y’all give him lots of love.

[hange-zone]

in another life levi would have told you about the scars on his hands, his missing phalanges and fingers, or why even one of his eyes was milky-white and unseeing.

but for now he wipes the children’s desks and sweeps the classrooms after them and listens to their laughter at the end of long days. he has no claim to titles now, no humanity’s strongest, no wings upon his back - on the farm he’s known affectionately by his first name and he wore simple, unassuming clothes. sometimes an ascot, but only if the occasion called for it. otherwise it got in the way: he’d unfortunately discovered first-hand that the children would pull on it with their grubby fingers and he didn’t live this long just to be garrotted by an enthusiastic baby. he didn’t care much for younger ones, who were always sticky and crying, but once they reached around six and learnt some semblance of personal hygiene and communicated in semi-intelligible sentences they were tolerable, even good company.  

they remind them of people he’s known before - at night the sounds of the creaky building and its inhabitants echoed with what could almost be the comfortable noise of the corps.  if he closed his eyes it was like being back in that house at the end of the walls so many years ago, the little hideout they could never get clean. at meal times the jostling feels like being at the corps’ mess hall again, where he’d sat at the officer’s table, watching half-disgusted but strangely awed at how the braus child inhaled her food, watching the childish rivalry between the two boys, now long gone. when one girl walked in wearing a red scarf his breath had hitched.

the days pass without incident and he’s beginning to enjoy the routine he’s built for himself: up at the crack of dawn, a quick wash before he starts preparing the breakfast, a longer wash after the children have eaten and streamed out of the dining hall to their classes, after he’d pushed in the chairs and arranged the tables and packed up the leftovers for later. on alternate days he takes the older ones out for a run, right around the old noblemens’ lands where the freshly planted grass was soft and dewy under their feet. as they leap over brooks and crunch through forested paths he tells them to keep their form straight and heads up, to not stop running— though it was okay if they slowed down, just don’t stop —and a certain sternness returns in those moments. it’s possible to why he might be intimidating despite his statue. and how exacting he is, when it comes to it.

when the children ask him if he’s married he merely shows them his missing ring finger. how would i wear a ring? he asks, as they cling onto his stubby hands and look up with him with questioning eyes. he lets them climb over him, pulls them onto his shoulders. he thinks about a lifetime ago: sun hot on his cheeks, the humid air solemn and heavy, tiles crunching under his feet as he takes slow, leaden, steps away from his commander. dedicating his heart.

but i’ve been in love, he says to himself, but they’ve already lost interest, fiddling with their toys and gone off from the table.

oi, he says, trying to be stern. clear your plates. don’t you remember what we’ve taught you?

when the older ones — as old as they were then, he supposes — come to him, sulky and in need of a good talking to, he sits them down in his office and offers them tea. one time a particularly agitated boy had thrown it down, shattering the cup, and he feels himself ready some blunt words. but he stops himself. he doesn’t say anything about the time he kicked a kid’s face open to save him - he was barely older than the boy sat before him now. he said then that he would never be controlled. sometimes he thinks he was right then. maybe he should have seen it coming all along.

but instead he looks at him and says: i understand if you’ve got to be angry. but this is for your sake. you have to trust that we’re gonna protect you.

the seething anger that he’s met with is still as familiar and inscrutable all at once, but he thinks now maybe he should have seen the signs. it wasn’t good to let it fester - not till the boy was old enough to be carried away with his own notions of what to do. but then again, he could see why. maybe everything had lead them to this point all along.

he sometimes listens in to classes. what he realises now was that hange was primarily a biologist, with her babbling about the body and its systems and her passion for the natural world. she might have dabbled in physics - it took some precision engineering to devise thunder spears, but above all what he remembers was her love for science and discovery. he sees that in them now, the curiosity and eagerness to learn, and it makes him smile, even if he does it quietly when no one is looking. sometimes he has to resist the urge to ruffle their hair.

he still hates the rain. when the children pull at his hands and ask him to splash in puddles with them he always resists. he tells them that the rain makes him annoyed because it gets everything wet and slimy and the children always come back muddy, but historia catches his eye and gives a knowing look. in actuality the rain makes him sad. it had been raining that day too, when he’d slipped in and out of consciousness in hange’s arms - when he’d almost grasped erwin again - but in the end it wasn’t time yet, and now he was here. everyone would have to wait a bit more.

sometimes he wishes, amid chopping up of vegetables for stew and wrangling the little ones into bed, that he could share this domesticity with someone — anyone — look, how easy it could have been. look at how these small actions add up to a life.

standing by the sink with suds up to his elbows, he thinks that maybe in the end it wasn’t about staving off foreign threats - no, it was this: soft touches against shoulders, barely hidden smiles, letting them pull at him and picking them up for hugs, despite how he really didn’t appreciate all the slobber that they produced when they got sleepy.  when he finally got them to settle, their heads lolled against his neck, hair tickling his face, and they were warm and precious, every single one.

and in moments where he shuts the door to their bedrooms he gets the same swell in his chest, the same knowing what to do. the dishes clink as he rinses them off and sets them on the rack. there’s more work to be done, there always is, but today he busies himself with the mundane: taking the youngest ones, still learning to walk, out to the fields. he watches them stumble about the grass, sunlight crowning them in halos.

-

one day, some of them - the usual trio who were always bothering him, not that he minded too much - come to him. levi, they say. levi, tell us about you.

nosy brats, he says, deadpan, but he tells them about his trio, him, isabel and farlan. about the people from a lifetime ago: about erwin, about hange, about mike and nanaba and petra and his first squad. and of course, about his last: sasha and jean and connie, armin and mikasa and eren.

[sleepy-watcher]

Snacks

Requested by HemoOryctolagus on ao3: "Baby jon gettin snacks!! Maybe throughout the day they give him small snacks bc they know he doesnt eat enough?"

CWs: Vague references to Jon not eating enough

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It hadn’t taken long to realize that Sasha has an odd gift for finding snacks Jon will eat while regressed. While Jon definitely makes restrictions to what he eats normally, his tastes while little are even more difficult. It doesn’t help that he can’t just say what he wants. Still, his caregivers have been patient in finding a variety of things he’ll actually eat.

Their hunt for things Jon will eat also comes with a plethora of things he definitely shouldn’t eat for every meal, even if it would make days where he stays regressed the whole day much easier. Yes, he will eat three red velvet cupcakes like it’s a meal, that doesn’t mean his caregivers will let that happen… again. And they learned the hard way that Jon will absolutely make himself sick from eating too many fruit gummies. They’ve had to move them to the top shelf in the breakroom so he can’t get them on his own anymore.

So, Sasha has planned ahead. She spent her night baking strawberry muffins as soon as Jon mentioned liking them. Now, they sit in the breakroom fridge, ready to be eaten whenever Jon slips into littlespace. She knows it’s only a matter of time, really. He hasn’t regressed this week and Sasha can practically see him teetering between headspaces.

Sasha’s grabbing a snack of her own when Jon peeks into the breakroom. He’s got an expression they’ve all learned to read at this point; A look of soft anxiety, something they’ve learned to understand as Jon regressing but not knowing how to ask to be taken care of. Sasha’s always quick to make sure Jon knows she wants to take care of him.

“Hi baby!” She coos.

Jon giggles and steps over to her, hugging her tightly. “Sa-Sa!” he squeals excitedly.

Sasha picks Jon up easily and balances him on her hip. “I think it’s snack time for you, hm?” Jon responds with grabby hands, which she takes to be a good sign.

Sasha quickly fetches a strawberry muffin from the mini fridge and hands it to Jon. He examines it closely, hesitant to eat it.

“It’s strawberry, baby. You like strawberry!”

Sasha must make a compelling argument, because Jon takes a big bite. If his smile is anything to go off of, Sasha considers this a success.

Jon finishes the muffin without issue.

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“C’mon, bud. Work with me here!”

Perhaps Tim shouldn’t have offered to handle Jon’s next snack time. He had, ignorantly, overestimated how good he would be at finding something Jon would eat. Sasha was just so good at this. Tim’s halfway tempted to grab another muffin from the fridge, but both Sasha and Martin told him not to do that. Jon is, unfortunately, not allowed to survive solely on strawberry muffins.

So, now Tim’s going to be responsible if Jon doesn’t eat anything, and he really doesn’t want to be the reason Jon doesn’t eat again.

Jon huffs, because it’s not his fault he doesn’t want anything Tim has offered him. He just doesn’t want them. Tim’s started pacing, wracking his brain for anything he could give Jon that wasn’t totally off limits.

Well, he certainly has an idea. He’s not sure if Sasha and Martin will like it, but if it gets Jon to eat, they probably won’t have too many complaints.

“How about this?” Tim holds a granola bar out to Jon. Tim knows Jon doesn’t particularly like granola bars while little, but he’s willing to eat them sometimes.

Jon huffs and shakes his head. Precisely the response Tim had planned for.

“No?” Tim hums. “I’ll make you a deal.”

Jon perks up.

“If you eat this, I’ll give you two packs of fruit gummies.”

Jon gasps and grabs the granola bar. Tim hands it over and goes to grab some gummies from the top shelf of the cupboard. By the time Tim has the gummies, Jon has nearly scarfed down the whole granola bar.

“Careful, little guy.”

Jon finishes the granola bar and immediately makes grabby hands at the gummies Tim is holding. Tim hands them over and Jon tears into the first pack. Bribery aside, Tim counts this as a win.

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Martin doesn’t mind handling snack time. Sure, he may not be as good as Sasha when it comes to finding the perfect snacks every time, but he’s certainly been doing better than Tim. In Tim’s defense, Martin has a bit of an unfair advantage.

And besides that, Martin thinks it’s nice. He does prefer to get a bit more involved with snack time than Tim and Sasha do, after all.

When Martin steps into the breakroom and sees Jon fast asleep on the couch, he almost doesn’t want to wake him. Lord knows he needs the rest, and Sasha had spent almost twenty minutes trying to get him to take a nap. But he needs food too. Maybe, if Martin is lucky, Jon will fall back asleep once he’s fed. Maybe.

Martin places a hand on Jon’s shoulder and gently shakes him awake, earning a string of sleepy babbling. As much as Martin doesn’t like waking him, he can’t deny the sleepy noises Jon makes are worth it. Jon blinks up at Martin, bleary and adorable.

“Hi there.” Martin coos, taking a seat next to Jon. Jon immediately clings to him. He’s always a bit more clingy when he’s sleepy. He whines quietly, burying his face against Martin’s chest.

“Oh, I know. But you need to eat, okay?”

Reluctantly, Jon pries away just enough to look at Martin. Jon rubs the sleep from his eyes and only now sees what Martin has brought him to eat: Applesauce. One of Jon’s favorite things to eat while regressed, though not something he gets often. Martin, Tim, and Sasha learned quite early which foods Jon can and can’t eat by himself, and applesauce is firmly set in the “can’t” column. And while Tim and Sasha aren’t always up for hand-feeding Jon, Martin quite likes it.

Jon’s much more awake now. He crawls onto Martin’s lap, watching him eagerly.

“Oh! Careful-” Martin does his best to steady Jon. Once Jon is settled, Martin holds up the small bowl of applesauce and a spoon. “Ready?” Jon nods.

Somehow, even when being fed, Jon manages to make a mess. No matter how hard Martin tries, Jon will end up with food on himself. Still, it’s better this way than if he fed himself.

“Good boy.” Martin praises every few bites. It’s probably not entirely necessary, but it makes Jon happy. And he is a good boy, after all.

When all the applesauce is gone, Martin takes a napkin and wipes away any food that may have ended up elsewhere. “Messy baby.” He coos. Jon giggles, fed and content, cuddled up against Martin once again.

A surprisingly easy day for snack times, all in all.

[bastionkeeper]

Jupeter with either 5 or 10 cause damn I love em both

Fun facts about this: yes I put a character from the goddamn Arkham games into this story and yes the getting drunk and headbutting a stop sign story was told to me by an actual human being

5. “Pass me the sledgehammer.”

“Sledgehammer? C’mon that’s a bit overkill don’t you think?” Juno laughed nervously, his back pressing against the wall. He was already aching from a little fistfight with one of these musclebound goons after one of them knocked his blaster over the edge of the roof. Seeing the one-armed man reach for what was indeed a brutal looking sledgehammer, and then lift it effortlessly to point it at Juno’s skull... well that hurt before the hit even landed. 

“You die now, P. I.,” the man said, his voice coated in a thick accent. 

“Mmm, now’s not really good for me, I could probably pencil you in next Tuesday, how about it?” Juno asked. When the man approached, wildly swinging his sledgehammer, Juno nearly tripped over his own feet dodging out of the hammer radius. 

“Guys, we can talk about this!” Juno shouted, screaming as the hammer barely missed his leg. “I only took like three pictures of you bribing the cops, and your other guy there landed way more than three hits on me we can call it even right?”

The hammer swung again and Juno ducked, wondering what god was looking out for him right now. No way this guy would miss again. 

And that’s when he was pulled to the side by one Peter Nureyev, who pressed Juno’s gun into his hand before pulling his own knife and throwing it deftly into the one-armed man’s one good hand. 

The man screamed, dropping his sledge hammer, and lifting his hand to his mouth. He pulled the knife out with his teeth, and both Juno and Peter winced. 

“That was...” Peter muttered. 

“That was very painful looking, and a lot of blood, and I think I might pass out,” Juno finished for him.

“Could you maybe stun these last two gentleman before you do? I promise to catch you after,” Peter replied. 

“Oh, with pleasure.”

Juno shot the smaller man once, and the one-armed man needed two stun bolts before he went down. Peter went to collect his knife, wiping the blood off on the one-armed man’s pants. “Juno, could you maybe be more careful about where you put your skull in relation to large crushing weapons? I’ve become quite fond of it, and I would hate to see it shattered.”

“Yeah, sure thing, next time someone tries to kill me I’ll just tell them ‘wait my boyfriend may tolerate these scars but one more would be too much, it would ruin my pretty face’,” Juno said.

“Good.” Peter kissed Juno. “Scars are sexy. Death or brain trauma? Not so much.”

10. “And that’s how I ended up standing naked on the Brooklyn Tharsis Bridge on Christmas Eve my birthday.”

“No!” Peter laughed behind two delicate fingers, and Juno delighted in the way he squeezed his eyes shut and rocked a little with mirth. They were well into their second bottle of wine and the evening was growing warm and sleepy in the best way.

“Look, if you’re ever going to get drunk in public don’t do it on Mars,” Juno laughed. “There’s too many ambitious pickpockets that happen to be the same size as you.”

“Oh, imagine if that story got out!” Peter drew closer to Juno, leaning back against his chest careful not to spill his wine as he moved. “Private eye, robbed blind and naked.”

“To be fair there’s been worse drunken mistakes,” Juno said. “I mean there was that time Mick and I made out, super gross on both ends, or the time us and Sash were messing around about town and Mick dared me to headbutt a stop sign and I did and then I woke up the next morning to Sasha taking pictures.”

“I must say I’m glad your drinking habits have become more tame,” Peter winked, snuggling into Juno’s arms. Juno laughed and pressed a kiss to the top of Peter’s head. 

“Old age I guess?”

“Aw, not love?”

“It can be two things.”

Peter drained his glass and set it on the coffee table beside them. Then he turned over so he was laying stomach to stomach with Juno, their faces inches apart. Their breath mingled and Juno found himself gulping nervously as if he didn’t share a bed with this man most every night. Something about Peter Nureyev always made him feel like a lovesick high schooler. Or an idiot. Or both. 

“Tell me another story?” Peter purred, and Juno smiled wide. 

“Well, this one time, I was undercover trying to get intel on these robberies. Only, one of the burglars had hired me before to find out where his kid was sneaking out to every night, so he recognized me...”

[sfgfics]

should’ve known;

pairing: SethxReader summary: You should’ve known better, but you loved him too much.  warnings: mentions of cheating, a lot of angst. word count: 1,453 notes: Okay, first off, I wrote this a while ago, back when Seth was still in surgery and stuff. So this is a couple of weeks old. Second of all, I saw “Is there someone else?” from this sentence meme and this popped into my head. It’s short, just a drabble, and I haven’t really written angst in a while, so hopefully it’s okay! I have an idea in my head for a sequel, so if you guys are interested in that, let me know! 

“Is there someone else?”

You knew better. You should’ve known better. Once a cheater, always a cheater, you should’ve known. But it still didn’t change the fact that he charmed the socks right off of you. He made you feel like royalty. He got you everything under the sun, he treated you right, you were the light of his life. And he was yours. Until… he wasn’t anymore.

He started pulling away. It was barely noticeable at first, but then, it was. And you didn’t want to believe it at first, but there were signs. And the signs grew larger and larger. You wanted to talk to someone about it, but you knew better. Everyone told you that it would be such a bad idea to be with him. But you wanted to prove them wrong, show them that Seth had changed, that he really did love you; though now you’re the one being made a fool.

You ask the question when curled up in bed with him. He’d been gone all day and you know he’s exhausted from rehab, but you can’t take it anymore. Your voice is soft and you’re feeling him shift in bed so he can peer over your shoulder.

“What?” He’s asking, and you still can’t bare to look at him, staring straight at the wall.

“Is there someone else? Or more than one person?” Your voice is louder now, but it breaks on the last word. The silence hangs in the air and that’s almost answer enough for you. You’re shoving the covers off of you and sitting up in bed. You feel sick to your stomach and you’re biting your bottom lip hard. “Please… don’t lie to me…” you whisper and you’re trying to hold back tears.

“It was… a mistake,” he’s saying and you’re hanging your head. It hurts, it really hurts and you’re trying not to just break down in heart wrenching sobs right now.

“What, was it one time? Are you going to use the excuse ‘oh, it’s because you weren’t there enough for me’? I bet you used that on Leighla, huh? And don’t try and say you haven’t done it several times. Don’t think I didn’t notice the signs.” You’re turning to look at him, anger and sadness both taking place inside your body, settling into a ball of rage.

You want to yell, you want to throw things, you want to curl up into a ball and cry. There’s so many things that you want to do, but you just stare at him, the tears falling freely down your face.

He’s not even looking at you, he’s sitting with his head in his hands. As if he has every right to be upset. And it’s making you even more angry. “Cat got your tongue, huh?” You say bitterly.

“I didn’t…”

“You didn’t mean for it to happen?”

“No, of course not! You think I meant for this to happen?” He’s looking at you now, and he’s shaking his head. “I love you, I never want to hurt you.”

“If you really loved me, we wouldn’t be in this mess, would we?” You’re standing up now, and it’s really hard to look menacing in pajamas, but you’re trying anyway. He’s sliding up out of bed, standing on the other side, and part of you is mad at yourself that you’re taking away his resting time but the other half wants to strangle that part. He fucked up, he doesn’t deserve to rest. Why should he? He manipulated you into loving him just to break your heart into a thousand little pieces.

“Baby, please,” he’s pleading, and he’s walking over to you. You put a hand up, shaking your head. You don’t want him any closer to you.

“Don’t. Please, don’t. I knew, deep down, that you were going to break my heart. And you did.” You’re staring up at him, lowering your hand, and then you’re shaking your head again. “I hate you. I hate you so much.” You mean to say it with passion, but you just feel so broken. It’s coming out so softly and you have to close your eyes, wiping your hands across your face to get rid of the tears.

“No, baby, you don’t mean that.” He’s stepping closer, taking your hands in his. God, how you wish you could just let this go, be with him, but you can’t. You know you can’t. You shouldn’t have been with him in the first place. You hold onto his hands just for a moment, before you’re pulling them away, turning around and wrapping your arms around yourself.

“No… I don’t… and that’s what makes this ten times harder. I love you, but you broke my heart. You broke my trust. There’s nothing between us anymore. You ruined that.”

“Baby, please, we can make this work. I won’t do it again, I love you.” He’s wrapping his arms around you, pulling your back to his chest and you’re melting, just for a second, before you’re pushing away again.

“No, Seth, you don’t get to do that. You say you love me, but you never proved that. You don’t love me. When you cheat on someone, you don’t love them. You’re so focused on yourself and what you want in the time being that you don’t even care that you’re hurting me! You never cared! God, I’m so fucking stupid!” You’re shoving your hands through your hair, and then you’re letting out a bitter laugh. “We’re over Seth. I’m going to stay with… someone, I don’t even know, but I can’t stay with you. And I won’t. When we’re not on the road, I’m going to pack all my stuff and move them. Your house is your house, I’ll find something else. And I don’t want you to ever talk to me again.”

You’re grabbing your phone off the table, grabbing your charger, your shoes, your jacket, before you’re heading out the door. You can hear him pleading with you, but you’re taking off down the hotel hallway, trying to keep quiet as to not disturb anyone else. You go to the first room that you can think of, Bayley’s and Sasha’s, and you’re knocking on the door.

It takes them a while to open the door, after all, it’s the middle of the night, but when it does, Bayley is the first one you see. The sleepy look instantly falls off her face the moment she takes you in, and then she’s pulling you inside, shutting the door and pulling you into a hug. You’re sobbing into her shoulder the instant you know you’re not going to disturb anyone but your two closest friends, and Bayley’s whispering words of comfort in your ear.

Another hand is on your shoulder and you know it’s Sasha’s. “Are you okay? What happened?” She’s whispering as her hand joins Bayley’s in rubbing your back.

“Seth… we’re done…” is all you can say, because you don’t want to say what happened. You can’t tell them what he’s done, not right now.

“Oh, honey,” Bayley’s whispering, and then she’s pulling you all over to sit on the bed. Sasha’s pulling you into her side, rocking you back and forth as Bayley goes to get you some tissues. You’re trying hard to stop crying, but it keeps coming and you feel so helpless and so stupid.

“Can I stay here with you guys?” You manage to get out through your crying and they’re agreeing instantly.

“Of course.”

“As long as you need.”

They keep you occupied with TV and they’re doing everything they can to help you feel better. When you finally manage to stop crying and calm down, you tell them everything, about all the signs, about everything, and they listen. You tell them not to tell anyone else, that this is a secret,because as much as you hate Seth at the moment, you know that it’ll not only ruin his life right now, but yours. And you can’t have that. So you’re just going to have to settle on the both of you breaking up instead of the truth. At least for right now. And honestly, you don’t want to look like a fucking idiot because everyone told you not to trust him.

It’s well into the morning when you all decide that you need to try and get some sleep before the day you have ahead of you tomorrow. With you curled up next to Bayley, you slowly fall into a fitful sleep, knowing that when you wake up, everything will have changed and you’re going to have to repair your whole entire life… with a heart broken.