#um irritated sue me

[stvnszlr]

HI! Here to beg u for Steven adhd headcanons

Pls i promise i'll be good this year.

oh my goodness … so um this is something i am like way too passionate about !! im going to seem like the craziest crazy person EVER by sharing this cuz i wrote .… a lot but u guys gotta stick with me okay you’ll see the vision

THANK YOU for asking this btw ! this is one of the things that makes me relate to steven the most ,,>_<,, and i will literally talk abt it anytime

☆ steven adhd hc’s / reasons why i think it’s possible he has adhd ! ☆ ( coming from someone who has a severe combined type adhd diagnosis )

please note this is all just speculation !! i’ve noticed some connections between his behavior / things he’s spoken about and adhd symptoms , but i am certainly no doctor and the only one who can truly determine any of this is steven himself . these observations are mostly just for my comfort as a neurodivergent person :)

ohhh stevie is a BIG stimmer :) he taps on everything in sight , he also hums a lot and likes to move his body ! bouncing , jumping , flapping , shaking , jiggling , playing with his hair ( i have video evidence sue me >:( )

people often describe him as “twitchy” , randomly making odd movements or sounds that can surprise and confuse those around him

vocal stims , dude . like my man is a parrot he’ll repeat random phrases over and over without thinking about it , just going about his day mumbling the most obscure sentences without even realizing

i’ve also noticed from watching videos he has a big BIG tendency to repeat things other people say !! i think that’s a combo of vocal stimming and also struggling to fit in when making conversation

he has literally confessed to having sensory issues related to taste and texture ??!?!? so i imagine he has them with other things too it’s mostly touch or sound related things that really get to him and can cause overwhelm but honestly anything that catches him at the right time will have him retreating inside himself and blocking everything out , unable to respond cuz he can’t think or listen

also seems to struggle with clothes touching his body ! he is always in loose tank tops and wears a lot of cropped pants / shorts , and has never really worn a lot of accessories unlike his bandmates . this could definitely be attributed to sensory issues , especially hating the feeling of wearing jewelry ( rings especially ) and also makeup on his face

drums !!! poppy loves drumming , it is SUCH a good stimulant for his brain cuz it works muscle memory , gives a dopamine rush , and combines both creative thought with an athletic activity

hyperfixations oh my god he is so bad . so so bad . he’ll pick up something for like a few weeks and dedicate EVERYTHING to it just to never pick it up again

very typical hyperactive type adhd , trouble focusing and sitting still OH MY GOD this man cannot sit normally for the life of him

um hyperfocus also !! drums is prolly his biggest one but if it’s something he’s super tuned into he can just . sit there and mindlessly work on it for HOURS before someone notices and is like hello take a break ??

didn’t like school cuz he always felt like he wasn’t smart , he was actually really interested by some subjects but just couldn’t keep up as a student :/ he also started getting into skating and music which were much better dopamine activities than school so he kinda just . quit ?

part of why his mom kicked him out so young , he was impulsive and reckless and very VERY high energy , easily irritated and his emotions had no filter / couldn’t control them or his actions based on them

this poor kid is so forgetful . he really cannot remember shit and it gets him in trouble a lot ! he’s gotta be reminded by the guys about EVERYTHING and it annoys them to no end , and steven always feels bad cause he wishes he could remember , but for some reason he forgets every time !

it’s where his irritability comes from too , he sometimes flips like a switch and can get really defensive and aggressive . he’ll lash out and turn really angry — not in a super serious way , but it’s the reason he gets in so many little fights with all the other guys , especially axl .

this is also tied in with the rlly strong sense of justice that neurodivergent people feel !! the reason he’d stand up and talk back when everyone else could just let it go

easier to fall into addiction and harder to get out of it . places a vice on his brain , trapping him in dependency on the drugs and making it so much more difficult to quit — why it took him so much longer to get sober than any of the others , even after all his health scares

drugs are also a coping mechanism for sensory issues and that awful , isolating feeling of being built just slightly different than everyone else

UM ???? LIKE EVERYTHING ABOUT STEVEN POST GNR + LEAVING THE BAND IS JUST SCREAMING RSD ??? like the abandonment issues built up from his childhood ON TOP of being insanely sensitive to disappointing others / feeling unwanted ?? yeah i fucking understand why he couldn’t let go of it for almost twenty years of his life that’s like the worst possible thing to go through as someone hypersensitive to feelings of rejection bro . oh my god .

rsd also attributes to him being really eager to please especially with friends , and trying to talk himself up and seem cool and on their level and worth keeping around :(

i do also think it is likely that he learned to mask a LOT of his symptoms , of course not all of them ( as we can pretty obviously see in like . any video ever taken of him ) but a lot of the less socially acceptable ones he naturally forced himself to hide :( 

[hatsunevitu]

SO i’ve been thinking about this plot when cartman dies. or rather, particularly about kyle’s reaction to cartman’s death ‘cause yk. kyman is rotting my brain.

first of all i strongly believe that everyone who thinks kyle would be happy or indifferent about cartman’s death are mischaracterising him so badly. like. come on. you don’t have to ship kyman to understand this would be a major shock for him and he would possibly even blame himself. think whatever you want, but they’re still best friends no matter what.

then, um, i think that only three people would actually react to cartman’s death properly, and it’s stan, butters and kyle. but stan’s reaction would be something similar to s5e13 “kenny dies”, because he would freak out about one of his friends dying, not because it’s exactly cartman. then goes butters who doesn’t really understand the concept of dying but is still pretty confused and scared. they’re very close so it would hurt butters. kenny doesn’t show any strong emotions, but that is because he’s used to death and anyway he’ll definitely meet cartman in hell.

what about kyle, though, i’m pretty sure that he won’t believe this news for a single second for, like, several days. he would convince everyone it’s “One of these stupid pranks, come on, dude, don’t tell me he managed to fool you”. and although most of the people didn’t believe cartman’s death the first second, kyle would be stubborn enough to deny reality for almost a week. he would look at cartman’s dead body and be like “Wow, that’s almost convincing, you really outdid yourself, Fatass. This fake corpse must’ve really cost you a fortune” and everyone else around him has no idea how to tell him it’s true.

he would stand at cartman’s funeral with the most bored and irritated face saying loudly: “Okay, Fatass, we get it, you tricked us all, bravo, now cut this shit off already, it’s not even funny anymore”, making liane cry even more desperately.

but then there went five days, then a week, and kyle finally started to realise the truth because cartman is too hyperactive to do this kind of prank for so long, he would definitely get bored and show up after, like, two days of disappearance.

and kyle really understood that while everyone else was mourning he was being a dick not even letting himself think for a single minute that this all might be real. like. he couldn’t even imagine a thought of the world without cartman, it just seemed so wrong so he really preferred acting like it’s all fake. and it made him feel so, so guilty. i’m pretty sure at that moment he almost forgot every horrible thing cartman had done to kyle, he just kept thinking about positive moments and he started missing cartman so badly. he wouldn’t admit it to anyone, even to himself, probably, but his life without cartman was somehow incomplete.

and then the rage came. we know how kyle tends to overreact and do something massive when he feels negative emotions, right? like, he tried to burn down the school because of the girls’ list, he freaking nuked canada after seeing cartman and heidi dating and being left behind, and i’m pretty sure there are plenty of examples.

so no matter how cartman died he would try to compensate it somehow. he didn’t know how to deal with this grief and shock so he tried to fight with the reason. did cartman die ‘cause of doctors incompetence? then kyle will sue the goddamn hospital cartman died at. car accident? he will organise a picket about drivers’ carelessness and send the person who hit cartman to jail. and so on, so on.

and everyone would be surprised and he would make excuses like “I’m not doing it because of Cartman, it’s just… it’s a big problem in our country, I want justice, that’s all”.

but he would blame himself. for his constant fights with cartman, for his disbelief the first days, for letting cartman die like this and not being around. and he started to think about their friendship when cartman was alive and–

kyle: It’s been two weeks, and I still can’t believe it, Stan. In my mind he’s still here and I expect to see him at the bus stop every morning. Is it normal?..

stan: I know how you feel. It’s hard for all of us, dude.

kyle: I mean, why did it take me so long to understand he wasn’t joking?

stan: Well, you guys were sort of archrivals, so I guess it’s not surprising...

kyle: Huh… we were, weren’t we?…

and it’s so heartbreaking.

[artaxlivs]

Even Flowers Have Their Dangers - CH 2 excerpt

It’s Friday. The last Friday before spring break. Lucas Sinclair has decided that being a jock is more important than D&D and Eddie is pissed off about it. The little ingrate. Eddie takes him in, makes him part of his weird little band of freaks and what does Sinclair do? Joins the basketball team and then blows off D&D to throw a ball into a fucking laundry basket.

He sends the other brats to get him a new player while he heads out to his picnic bench to set up his weekend deals.

Strider is there already. Eddie tries not to bring his irritation to the table but it’s hard. He fucking hates being abandoned. He’s got issues with that, okay? And he doesn’t deal well with changes that he doesn’t make himself. Sue him.

The wolf seems very concerned with his mood, nosing his hands and herding him to the table to jump up on the bench and nuzzle against Eddie’s neck. He doesn’t even try to hold onto the anger, just lets the damn wolf cuddle it away. Before long, he’s laughing at the wet muzzle and repeated huffs into his throat.

“Awww, that’s so cute.” A soft feminine voice says.

Eddie looks up as Strider turns his head toward her, leaping over the table to sniff at the girls bare legs. She stiffens up in obvious fear but Strider is already rubbing his soft fur against her.

Needlessly, Eddie tells her, “There’s nothing to worry about, ok?”

She’s adorable, small, delicate like a bird. Her legs have to be freezing in that dumb skirt. She’s got a letter sweater pulled around her. It’s too big, pooling at her wrists. Like she’s trying to hide herself away in it. He knows who she is. It’s not that big of a school. Not that big of a town honestly. But he knows it’ll freak her out if she’s trying to stay anonymous so he keeps it to himself.

“No one ever comes out here. We’re safe. I promise.” Eddie assures her, sitting on the bench and waving her over. Strider comes with her. He seems very concerned.

“Is this your dog?” She giggles as she pets under his chin.

“Um, no. Pretty sure it’s the other way around. He thinks me and a few others are his people.” Strider does that chuff thing that sounds like a laugh. A chortle. Chrissy giggles again.

Turning back to him but keeping one arm around Strider who seems determined to keep her warm and safe, she says, completely without guile, “So, how does this work?”

He grins, spreading his hands like nothing to see here, “Like any other sale. Except - cash only,” Eddie smirks, “and uh, for obvious reasons, no receipts.” Inclining his head gallantly, he flips open his ancient lunchbox, “I’ll do you a half ounce for…what do you say…20. Plenty of bang for your buck. Should last a while.”

Her eyes have lost focus and she’s staring over his shoulder, Eddie looks back but there’s nothing there. Strider whines, noses at Chrissy’s shoulder. Her hand lays flat on his back, no longer stroking his soft fur. Eddie touches her hand and she flinches back, almost falling off of the bench.

Putting his hands up, Eddie says, “Hey - we don’t need to do this. Just give me the word and I’ll walk away.”

“It’s not that. I don’t want you to go.” Her arms close around the wolf and she buries her face in his neck, breathing deeply, when she looks up at Eddie, her face is calm again. It’s a forced cute this time, though. Like she’s made this face a thousand times because it’s the face everyone expects to see. “Do you ever feel like you’re losing your mind?”

Read the Chapter One and Two on Ao3

[booksandwords]

Revenant by Michelle Frost

Series: Magic & Metal #0.5 Read time: 1 Day Rating: 4/5 Stars

The Quote: “I’m surprised Bram let you play delivery boy.” Kova shot me a look, harmless irritation written all over his face. For some reason, it made me smile wider. Getting a rise out of someone wasn’t usually this fun. “Um… he may not actually be aware of my location at present.” — Erik and Kova

Warnings: references to deaths and brainwashing (?).

This is such a sweet story. It follows 20-year-old witch Kova as he comes to terms with a recent development in his normally near non-existent power and Erik Jarsten the man Kova has been seeing in his dreams for years. To talk about Erik is to go into spoilers. But given Kova is a witch it is fairly safe to say the title is relevant to Erik. Their story isn't overly complicated. By the time they meet Kova is already half in love with Erik and Erik is well complicated. He has a lot of baggage to deal with and secrets. Their relationship is as much a knowledge exchange and healing and romantic match. Kova gets his knowledge. Erik gets his freedom. It's a fair trade. Erik is my kind of character. Guilt-ridden, Scandinavian and desperate for relief with a side of teasing. The almost sunshine that is Kova is a good match.

Erik and Kova's simple relationship is well suited to a prequel. Easy to follow while the lore of the Magic & Metal universe is introduced. Beyond the basic rules governing the shifters and others in the verse, it includes the war, the In Betweeen and the set-up therein. I can see a lot of potential in the world, the lore and the characters. There is still plenty more lore to be understood. That Bram has a story already makes me want to keep reading, I really like his history with Kova's mother. The chapter lengths are just done well. Erik's are so short while he is controlled by Nero but get longer as Kova helps him. Kova's are longer and there is a linguistic difference between them. I keep coming back to the prologue, it is fantastic.

Some quotes and comments...

I knew it was a dream. Knowing didn’t make the palm pressed against my throat any less rough. Didn’t lessen the fierce set of his jaw. Didn’t make the striking color of his eyes any less blue. — This has such a beautiful opening. It's definitely the beginning of a stunning mental image. I love the whole prologue so much. A dream. Or maybe fantasy, that depends very much on Kova. It is such an insight into them. Their antagonistic dynamic. (Kova)

Michelle Frost creates and uses interesting lore for her paranormal romance and I'm totally here for it. Of particular interest is the multi-animal werecreature packs. Kova's pack, the Black Dogs, is larger than we see but there are three main characters we meet. The Alpha of the pack Bram is a bear shifter and a paternal figure for Kova. His second is raven shifter Cyder. Kova's closest friend, Remy is a lion shifter.

It left his face in shadow save the gleam of his eyes and half a twisted smirk. His blond hair was tucked behind his ears. And as I watched, all the shadows in the room seemed to writhe and slither, gathering around him like a pulsing heart of darkness. He’d be beautiful, I thought wildly, if he wasn’t there to kill me. “Hello, Kova.” —Those shadows are important to Erik. Erik uses to travel through space. Also, sue me I love this descriptive passage. Not sure why but Erik's voice always sounds near seductive in my head. It really isn't supposed to here. (Kova)

The dream had missed so many details— the burnt spice smell of him, the dark lines of a tattoo peeking above the v in the collar of his shirt, the way his sheer presence filled up the room. He was dressed simply, in jeans, boots, and a t-shirt, all in black. I’d never noticed before. The simplicity of his garments didn’t detract from the power rolling off him in waves. — (Kova)

“You’re thinking awfully hard, Kova.” Erik’s voice came from beneath the trees beside me, making me jump. I huffed. “I think you enjoy startling me.” — There is such a sweet teaing in Erik's nature. That the man can slink through shadows (like a cat, huh is he feline in nature... hmmm) teasing the slight sunshine that is Kova comes natural. It's their chemistry too. (Erik and Kova)

I liked the meditation moment we get see Erik and Kova. Frost chose well a lake is ideal for Kova.

I nodded, climbing to my feet as Remy’s body changed from human to lion. He was beautiful in this form, larger than a natural lion and covered in golden fur. Except for his mane. It was dark brown like his hair in human form. He looked back at me, same warm brown eyes as always, — When Kova is right he's right. Remy really is a beautiful lion. It is worth saying that the height of Cyder's raven form is something like his natural height (maybe a bit taller). The lore governing the shifters' sizes is also intelligent. (Kova)

[ram-de]

[read] white trash warlock

idk when I'll be continuing good omens and evelyn hardcastle im sorry christian apocalypse and murder time loop... I'll get back one day

ANYWAY

After reading extraordinaties, and then all of us villains (and demise) I think I'm growing fond of the fantasy as a genre. I've read several pjo books and I think Harry potter in my teenage years but my English comprehension wasnt as good as how I am right now (writing is a different thing) so I think I missed a lot of clues and all lol there's always stuff I get confused and read back. I wondered what the hell happens at some points. I've read more contemporary dramas the past few months. BUT... Damn fantasy opens up a lot of interesting scenarios... And... I crave for more👉👈 good thing there's a basically infinite supply of fantasy stories

What I know about this book? White trash warlock... Is well, it's an urban fantasy. Meaning, as far as I understand it, a lot of fantasy tropes are implemented in the more usual contemporary setting. Did I get that right? I dont know.

The premise is... Some peeps can see through The Sight, a different kind of dimension(?) that dwells and live in basically the same place. The main protagonists are this guy Adam and his brother. They were estranged until one day Adam's brother asks him for help.

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Alright. COOL LIZARD PEOPLE... I can't really image what the hell cue is. My English comprehension isn't as good as I thought💀 alright. So theres this stuff that a guy made out of like, magical peeps creatures remains to make some kind of magical items. Cues? And Adam is pursuing the guy making these things. He's also been thrown away by his family simply because he has an affinity with magical entities, albeit weak.

His brother Robert is a guy with a wife whose unable to have child for like three times. And she's... She's nursing a blob of magical creature... Uh... Why am I doing a summary... BACK TO THE PROGRAM...

Ouu I like myself some groveling plot, asking for help after you kicked your brother out is low. I expect some good asking for forgiveness... Lmao

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There's gonna be a lot of angst isn't there sghsgshsh like family drama

So people just powers up (Sight) randomly from genetics?? Witch > warlock > whatever Adam is. Living with someone that can predict the future must've sucks like dont spoil me old lady💀

Why does the story gave me the shivers im lowkey scared it's making me think of my own future shzgshhs fiction is supposed to be an escape stopppp

Oh bobby is an ass screw him I'd call him another slime but he's probably gonna have a redemption one way or another and I know it's gonna be good

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I didn't miss that Aunt Sue didn't promise him anything when he asked if she'll be there when he returns. This lady can see the future (tho idk if it extends to her own's) OH SHE'S GONNA BE DEAD...

The Liberty House is some kind of a conversion therapy esque kind of school? oh the mom and the bro is shitty fr SLIMES YOU ALL

Adam my skilled ghostbuster son🤲 (I've never watched ghostbuster) ((he's older than me))

I don't actually know if I can read through this estranged distant painful family drama (for Adam, screw his mom)

Ouu... That's a bit chilling. WORLD BUILDING... LORE... APOCALYPSE INCOMING...

Bob guy irritates me as he should. Excellent characterization! I want him eradicated!

Is this an insta-love trope um😭 not too fond of them but dhsgshjehd ill muster through...

Idk bob sending ur brother to something akin of a conversion therapy just because he had something akin of a mental illness (it's not mental illness it's magic though I'm sure with how it affected Adam that much it'd get him some) (even if it's mental illness, do you really send them off and never check up on them?...huh... Wait some people do that?😭)

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One thing that I thought in stories is, in this modern age of cameras and CCTV, there's no way strange occurrences can be kept hidden to the rest of the world. What do you mean reaper came in the form of human host that awoke when someone is gonna die? Wouldn't someone bat an eye for public death if a stranger suddenly grew and turned their pencil into a schyte... In the broad daylight? He'd be the killer, then! (technically not but also, that's how grim reaper reap souls?) but what if it's just an accepted normalcies... If so why is this guy Adam thought as if it's a hidden secrets only witches knows. This felt like a nitpick😭 im sure there's like an in-world answer idk why this one stucks lol

Also Adam is a witch that's good to know

OUUU time stopped for the mortal side. I see. I'm stupid.

Nitpicking is fun because I act like I'm a better writer than wrjtert who put love and sweat into their creation, in the product of their world building and lore. Im sorry😔 So the next nitpick is, does the non-mortal magic creatures speak English?

Oh their dead is a cheater AND a deadbeat I NEED HIM TO PERISH

Ok not a cheater (yet, idk)

Adam and Bobby seems OK-ish during their childhood who wanna bet it's something with their dad that made them estranged

Imagine waking up with a stranger memories damn Adam this is why you don't tether your life to another... ARE THEY BASICALLY SHARING A BRAIN NOW

That's some body horror right there like whatever you thought about the other guy knows too and nothing to hide or nothing to keep to yourself no personality whatsoever and also no individuality LIKE... Maybe it's good if they're like a good person but what if they're doing it to rob your bank account or steal whatever

So they're like fated mates now ok ig

Bob my even if you think sending your bro to a mental institute is "the best" thing to do, why haven't you reached out to him after, like all this time.

I like that Adam kept reminding Bob of how much he hated him, like yea deservedaushhshsushsh the elves are such cool creatures argent is a queen silver is a king and yes. What question? Uh, any. Yes.

This guy hasn't moved on from his ex😭 get over it smh

Bruh I though he's offering his own car lmaoo Adam you're such a menace and elves are car thiefs!!

Is this a meet-cute? I don't know if it's a meet-cute but I liked it. I'm eating. I'm thriving so much. Vics accepting magic just like that contrasting to how Adam's bro and mom denied it all his life😭 augshsh

WAIT THIS IS CUTE I'M SOLD.... WHO CARES IT ITS INSTA LOVE ITS INSTA CUTE and I love cute things except real people's. Real life kinda sucks. But this... This is soft and fluffy😭

Bobby's reluctance and Adam's attunement to magic reminds me of kids stories. I mean, like Peter Pan, maybe? I don't know, I haven't watched Peter Pan. Like this one kid movie about a kid that have monster friend in the forest. They're like a big monster doll. I forgot what the movie is called. Or like this one show where a kid (human, live action) can visit his animal friends (cartoon, animated). Or like Narnia. Um... What's my point. What I'm saying is that fantasy is just a temporary thing, and how kid grown out of them after they're an adult. Bobby wanted Adam to have a /normal/ live, despite magic and magical world present and real and exists. In a way, Adam is stuck on his affinity with magic (and partly that's because his family rejected it in the first place. When he's scared of it, they put him to therapist and give him drugs, diagnosing it of something he's not rather than listening, helping him in a way that would accepts him too.) and contrast that with Bobby who's just over all of it (partly because his father, deadbeat and abusive, also have an affinity to magic)

Vic is a cutie😭

Hm... Silver can't be Perak, can't he? W. DNDHSHS WTF. UM. UMMM.... WHAT IN THE TRANSLATION IS THIS. UM. Silver is literally Perak in Indonesian😭 like that's the word translation. UM.????

Ojh my god A LOT OF LORE DROPPED

Huh... Wait. That's weird. Silver is Argentum in Latin...😭 Okay, that's three. A pattern. What does this means. Does elves names themselves after a variation of the word 'Silver' in several languages. Is Silver and Argent the same person? WHAT IS HAPOENDJNG

So Perak is just a different guy and elves just named after Silvers ooooookay

Oh there is it is I have zero skills for implied clues haha😭

Bruh the King is mad stupid for locking the single practicioner left alive to fought the spirit😭 like my man that thing lolled elves and humans and there you have a guy willing to fight for it, and you locked him and your son because they had a thing in the past?

31----- AHHH soft soft and fluffy my heart is warm

I think I'll explode if Adam ended up with Silver, dont pursue the immortal/mortal angst PLEASEEE vic is good, no, GREAT even

Vicente... Dreamy

So all this time Bobby's doing is just an influence of a higher being? Aw that's strangely unfulfilling, now the groveling doesn't seem justified and I'm not excited for, if it'd happen, anymore. That's disappointing.

Surely Argent isn't going to be ded right..

This flashback is painful😭 I can sorta get why Bobby would send Adam to the house but really he's sending him for another years of hurt. Adam:( His dad is abusive. His mom is passive. And his brother no longer protects him.

Okay... So it's not necessarily a higher being puppeteering Bobby, sort of give him a way, leading him into it. That makes it better. Because what Bobby had done is still horrible.

AAH it ended. It's a HFN, definitely. And I'm... Why do I felt like I expected more of an ending? It doesn't really tie up a lot of loose knots. like his family problem (which is fair, since it's taken a lot of time.) I DID NOT SEE ANY GROVELLING, HMM? even the sorries felt lackluster like it's just unsaid and they just accepted it for what it is. Which is also fair, since they've been through a lot. but ALSO... the thing with Vic. Like... We don't even see him in the last chapter😭 and this guy Adam is going to go again to look for the warlock. UM. DO I READ THE SEQUELS...

Yes. Yea I will be. But I'll pace it out... I can do self-restraint (I can't)

[yknati]

Black Swans Heart Pt. 6

The next morning:

Yoongi POV:

I paced around my office nervously.

In 10 minutes I was scheduled to meet Y/N here and show them around our 5 subterranean levels.

I felt like I was about to puke.

I haven't been this nervous since our first date at school...

Suddenly there was a knock.

What?! Has it really been 10 minutes already?

"Come in!" I said as confidently as possible.

But it wasn't Y/N that happened.

"Hello father..." I bowed slightly.

"Sit down, I need to talk to you," he didn't look at me.

But I was used to that.

He was like that ever since my mother left him for someone else.

Even I wasn't in contact with her.

"Um-what is it?" I sat down.

"I heard that someone saw two of your men in action. And you kept this someone here. Is that true?" he asked with a stern look and crossed arms.

"Yes father..." I answered with an equally serious look.

"Who?" he just asked.

"Your name is Y/N. She went to school with me and...", I almost told him that we were together.

"And?!" he got irritated.

"And we lost touch," was also true.

"A girl then...we can use her as a maid," he spoke of her as if they were an object.

"Don't worry...I have everything under control", I slowly got up and disappeared behind the door.

I could only walk a few meters before I could see Y/N.

"Hey! Well, have you been waiting for me longingly?" she asked, giggling.

I have to laugh too.

"Come on," I took her hand and we started walking.

Here on the 5th and lowest floor were only my study, 2 weapons and also 2 meeting rooms.

Then we went up one floor.

There was also a room for our weapons here.

But also a laundry and a food store.

Just as we were about to get back into the elevator, much Y/N ​​asked: "Yoongi, does your mafia actually have a name?"

For a moment I thought about telling her.

But I said as if by myself: "Yes, our name is Black Swan."

Y/N POV:

I could not believe it.

Why?

Because I loved swans, especially the black ones.

With a little red cheeks we got into the elevator.

I already knew my way around the 3rd floor.

On this level were bedrooms marked with name tags.

My and Yoongi's room was also here. But there was also a dining room here, where everyone always sat down for breakfast and dinner.

Oh and the kitchen was here too.

The 2nd floor also seemed familiar to me because this was the meeting room where I had met the other members.

But there were also a few more bedrooms.

When we got to the top we stood in the garage.

"Thanks for the tour, I think... now I know my way around," I said, smiling.

We walked around the garage a little more and talked.

I was so engrossed in our conversation that I didn't see the cab on the ground and tripped.

"Wooooow!", Yoongi tried to hold me but he fell too.

Together we landed on the ground.

"Ooow-" I just uttered, bracing myself on my elbows since I was lying on my back.

Suddenly I felt the weight on my stomach.

It was Yoongi.

"Eeeeeh- Yoongs?" He lifted his head and realized he was lying on top of me.

Immediately his cars turned bright red, as did mine.

,,Oh God! I...ääääämmmm- I", he got to his feet and held out his hand with his head turned away.

I grabbed sue embarrassed and stood up.

"Is-is everything alright?" he asked without looking into my eyes.

"Yeah," he was so cute when he blushed.

"Let's just go back," I didn't let go of his hand.

Even though we hadn't seen each other for years, I felt something for him.

I just didn't know what.

We walked back slowly and I felt Yoongi squeeze my hand.

I could also feel his constant gaze on me.

Without warning, I stopped and turned around.

"What?" I asked, grinning.

His eyes widened and, if it was possible, he blushed even more.

"N-nothing..." I approached him and he automatically leaned his head back.

"Yoongi I know you still love me. You can see that...and I feel something for you too, but it's been so long and I can't assess my feelings at the moment.

So can we please take this slow?" I gave him some space again.

"Was that so obvious?" he asked, laughing, scratching the back of his head in embarrassment.

I just nodded with a smile.

"Of course Y/N. And I- I can't really understand my feelings either. Sometimes I wonder if I ever stopped loving you..."

[martisa]

Cara Jenna...

Escrevo passando pela reitoria, está tudo tranquilo por aqui, o rei está de boa, experimentando a sua nova arma enquanto Cammppell fala com ele sobre aceitar novos empregados, então o rei atira pela janela em uma macieira e eu digo que está ótimo, ele me cobra o fim dos contos de halloween sobre o jovem visitante que cavalgou o Ruskin (agora eu rio com a língua para fora) eu digo a ele que vou terminar ano que vem porque já passou o halloween e agora a gente tem que se preocupar em escrever contos de natal, daqueles vem clichês. A festa de Halloween, a propósito, foi maravilhosa, eu fui vestida de fantasma do comunismo, a Alice estava de Wedsney e o rei foi do Zorro do Tyrone Power (e o Tyrone foi vestido de porco e ainda bem que acharam que ele estava vestido daquele desenho irlandês que passava na TV Cultura) a festa foi ótima e a comida estava ótima, todo mundo feliz com o resultado das eleições. Você deve estar se perguntando sobre os novos empregados, estou falando da Mafalda, quase a mesma da fanfic da bruxinha, ela passou pela reitoria outro dia e o próprio Camppell a entrevistou, ele disse que ela era perfeita para o cargo, mas já havia umas outras duas da mesma leva (uma delas sendo uma camareira italiana, acho que você se lembra da história) Camppell estava na cozinha com um copo de café do senhor Folelger (que não está mais tentando fazer da Enola Holmes sua garota propaganda) e falando para as camareiras da casa que queria muito contratar Mafalda para aparecer no próximo filme do Luca Guadagnino, é um anseio dele e todo mundo olhou ele meio: 🏳️‍🌈?. Mas é só pq o Camppell gosta de filmes indies, eu ouvi dizer, entre outras qualidades de Mafalda estariam de não encontrar sinais, coisa utilíssima na reitoria. Outro que ele queria contratar também era o Anchise (vc lembra quando contratamos aquele porteiro que sabia repara nos estados das moças mas nunca informar aos pais? Não era o Anchise pq esse porteiro é da era elizabetana, mas é do mesmo nível) mas Camppell mudou de ideia quando descobriu que o Anchise não pode simplesmente plantar um pé de canela (você sabe que canela é no tronco, não é?). A rainha está bem também, atualmente morando em sue lado axadrezado do espelho, vez ou outra ela suspira com saudades dos seus tempos de glória e eu digo que ano que vem a gente decola (ou cai de vez).

Agora deixa eu te contar uma coisa que aconteceu hoje, você sabe a "Jully Mourão búlgara, mas não anti-carroll e sim anti-armie , mas que seria anti-carroll se lhe fosse dada a devida oportunidade" ? Hoje estava ela em seu storie no insta a fazer campanha para Bones and All e eu achei graça (a propósito, vou ver esse filme no sábado que vêm) e ela veio me stalkeando e me dizendo que eu tenho uma obsessão doentia por Timothée Chalamet (isso irritou o Carroll, eu tive que dizer a ele que ela não pesquisou direito minhas fotos) se ela soubesse que eu persigo quem fala mal de Lewis Carroll nas redes sociais desde 2014 talvez ela visse que o que eu tenho por Timothée Chalamet é completamente saudável, ou talvez ela diga que eu estou idolatrando um "pedófilo" (é exatamente o perfil dela o segundo), mas ela não me stalkeou muito, só viu Timmy em meu bolo e minhas fotos de formatura, eu não disse a ela que eu só me formei com a ajuda do Timothée Chalamet, mas quem é que fica discutindo com galinha? Fica lá em " co co có cococó cocó có có" eu não fiz assim e não fiz nada disso, vou postar o que ela me mandou, é sem vergonhisse pura (ela devia falar assim de todo fã do Timothée que ainda leva ela a sério 😏).

Como se ela não fosse obcecada pelo Armie....

Eu estou com o compilado de histórias de terror das madames, eu nunca sinto falta de verdade delas porque eu lembro que estou com alguém que salvou a minha vida e que (por obrigação dele mesmo) garantiu meus remédios grátis do SUS, mas é triste que eles não tenham a tradição do natal.... Espero que tenham esse ano.

Me sinto numa estafa carrolliana, eu acho que passei por isso de 2018 a 2019, isso me preocupa um pouco, me recuso acreditar que é pelo menino Timmy, ano que vem eu vou ver se começo uma pós e aí isso muda um pouco, ano que vem muitas coisas maravilhosas podem acontecer.

Espero que esteja se divertindo na nova casa e não deixa o Robert muito tempo naquela sauna.

Estou com saudades, mas prometo que vou escrever mais. Da sua queria amiga

Gabriela Jakeline Varilovisky Pérez

[jiminrant]

Pjm: *minding their own business and supporting jimin*

Them: oh my God Jimin would spit on you. Solo Stan. Ur not welcomed. Disgusting.

[bubbleteaimagines]

Calling him by his last name prank (HQ Boys)

Haikyuu Boys Headcanon

KUROO TETSURO

“Did you have fun at your practice match today, Kuroo-San?”

He’s petty. He’s straight up petty when you call him by his last name, pretending not hear you even though you clearly asked him a question. Kuroo sits and looks out the train window for a while as you try again, trying desperately to hold in your laugh due to your boyfriend’s cold demeanor.

“...Kuroo? Did you hear me?”

Silence, again. He fights the urge to roll his eyes as he bites his lip, twitching in annoyance as you try again.

“Kuroo-”

“I don’t know any ‘Kuroo.’ All I know is baby or Tetsu,” He finally snaps, scoffing and looking at you as if to say ‘unbelievable.’ You can tell he’s playing it cool, but his eyes give away the fact that he’s actually quite hurt- and so does the subtle pout on his lips.

You almost coo as you see your boyfriend acting all grumpy at the use of his last name, immediately giggling and leaning in to hug him despite his protests.

“Y/N, don’t-”

“Awe baby, I was just messing around with you! No need to get all pouty and sassy Tetsu,” You laugh, snuggling into his side.

Kuroo finally stops resisting whenever you say these words, his shoulders instantly relaxing knowing you weren’t mad at him or anything. However, he can’t help but feel slightly even more upset because he genuinely fell for it.

“Yeah, well,” He pretends to wave you off, acting all tough as he looks out the window again. “I knew that.”

“Oh Tetsu-” You grin at his obviously pouting figure and shake your head, “I’m sure you did honey. I’m sure you did.”

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BOKUTO KOUTARO

“Bokuto, can you come help me move this please?”

At the sound of his last name, Bokuto instantly deflates and starts pouting the minute it sets in. I mean, he doesn’t even give you time to correct your mistake before he’s storming into your room, arms crossed and lips jutted out.

“What did you just say?”

“I said: Bokuto can you come help me move this? It’s really heavy,” You pout up at him only to find your boyfriend is doing the same, his nose scrunched up as his shoulders sagged.

So, it wasn’t a mistake. You actually meant to call him that.

“...Okay.”

There’s an obvious sadness in his voice as he slowly moves to help you, uncharacteristically quiet. The entire time he keeps glancing at you with those big eyes, pleading for you to call him something else. But no- you stick to it and once he’s done helping you, you lean up and give him a sweet kiss on the cheek.

“Thank you, Bokuto. You’re always so helpful,” You praise him, but it seems to do nothing for his sudden sour mood. Grumbling, he hastily nods and then walks out of the room, a smile appearing on your face as you hear him muttering to himself.

“...Bokuto? Did I do something? Is that why Y/N’s calling me that?”

You follow him a few minutes later and find him on the couch, hugging his knees as he barely pays attention to the TV. He tenses up when you sit beside him, eyes hesitantly glancing at you. He figures that now is when you’re gonna confront him- tell him what he’s done wrong for you to call him Bokuto and not Kou or baby, but instead-

You’re smiling.

“What’s gotten you in such pouty mood, Bokuto?” You ask him, as if you didn’t already know. But you’re waiting for him to break, which looks like it’s gonna be any second if you call him that once more time.

“Baby,” He looks at you as if to say ‘seriously?’ and then hugs his knees closer. “We’ve been dating for too long for you to keep calling me that.”

“What- Bokuto?” You act shocked and Bokuto flinches but sighs.

“Yes. That.”

“But- it’s your name, is it not?”

“Yeah but not the one you should be using,” He suddenly whines, crossing his arms over his chest with a pout. “I mean... what happened to Kou? I thought you said I was your baby owl.”

He looks away with all small blush on his cheeks and you decide you can’t take it anymore. Walking over to him, you gently sat down in his lap and pulled him in for hug, planting a loving kiss on his lips before confessing.

“Kou, baby, it was just prank,” You grin, reassuring him, and you feel his mood shift instantly. Bokuto lifts his head up and searches your face for any lies, but once he sees your grin he can’t help but breathe a sigh of relief.

“You mean it?” He asks seriously and you nod frantically.

“Of course baby. I’m sorry I upset you,” You apologize, and you swear that you can actually see his hair start to stand up again. While you’re hugging him and apologizing with an endless amount of kisses, Bokuto is chuckling and then he’s back to himself once again.

“I have to admit, you had me pretty good there,” He told you, impressed. You smiled.

“Really? You know usually my pranks don’t work but-”

Bokuto narrowed his eyes. “Ahem. You didn’t let me finish, sweetheart,” He smirked, adjusting you on his lap. “You got me pretty good, yes, but now that just means...I’m gonna get you back even better.”

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SAKUSA KIYOOMI

“Sakusa have you read that book I lent you? How did you like it?”

At first, your boyfriend isn’t really sure if you’re talking to him, even though you called his name. But after a few seconds, your words settle in and Sakusa looks over at you to see that you’re staring at him expectantly from the other end of the couch, not at all phased over what you just said.

“It was...good?” It comes out more of a question as he shifts a little uncomfortably, sitting up a little straighter while he continues to stare at you.

“Oh? Just good huh?” You raise an eyebrow and decide to bait him a little more, since his initial reaction didn’t really show anything. “Maybe I should show you some of my notes, Sakusa. You could dig a little deeper- there’s a lot to uncover in those books.”

“...Yeah.”

So it wasn’t an accident. Once again, Sakusa looks over at you but you’re showing no signs of being mad or irritated at him. So then- why did you call his last name- twice?

“Sakusa?” You notice he’s staring and do everything you can to hide your smirk, feigning curiosity as you tilt your head. “Something wrong? Why do you keep staring at me like that?”

It takes a few seconds for him to respond, a small scoff leaving his lips as he does so, but nevertheless Sakusa sits back on the couch and gives you a quiet, “It’s Omi,” while not being able to look you in the eyes.

“...I’m sorry? What was that?”

“I said it’s Omi,” He clears his throat and speaks a little louder, lifting his head just enough to see the little blush on his face. You nearly melt. “You just...you called me Sakusa three times in a row. That’s not my name. To you...it’s Omi. You always call me that.”

You feel like literally awing as your boyfriend shifts shyly, finally admitting that he does like being called that. Not being able to contain your excitement, you squeal and quickly crawl your way over to him, planting yourself in his lap and giving him a sweet kiss.

“Awe, you mean it Omi? I thought you said you didn’t like it when I called you that.”

“Yeah, well,” His cheeks go a shade darker and you can’t stop yourself from grinning at his adorableness. You can tell it took a lot for him to admit it so you decide not to tease him, instead peppering his face with kisses and giggling.

“Well, if it bothers you that much then I’ll stick to calling you Omi. I promise,” You beam at him and Sakusa reluctantly takes your outstretched pinky, intertwining it with his own before brining your hands up and kissing yours.

“Good. You better,” He chuckles. “And...”

“I know, I know. Not a single word to the boys about this.”

“Correct.”

“....”

- “Not even Hinata?”

“Y/N!”

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MIYA ATSUMU

“Miya-”

“Oh shit.”

The word isn’t even fully out of your lips before Atsumu is freezing up, pausing the movie to look at your surprised face frantically. He instantly turns his body towards you, an apologetic look on his face before you can even blink.

“Babe- whatever yer about to say, I can explain.”

“Miya, what the hell are you talking about?”

You sit up straight and face his panicking figure, genuinely confused by his behavior. “All I said was-”

“Miya. Ya never call me that unless I’m in trouble,” Atsumu says, and while he’s not wrong you’re beginning to wonder why exactly he was freaking out so much.

“Okay...but if I just said it as a prank...and you’re acting this way...” You narrow your eyes suspiciously. “Atsumu, is there anything you wanna tell me?”

He’s visibly nervous as he looks at you, sweat beginning to break on his face. He darts his eyes from you, to his phone, and then back to you, silently contemplating on whether or not he should tell the truth.

“Okay,” Atsumu decides to clear his conscious and finally come clean, hesitantly picking up his phone and unlocking it. “So...ya remember that um, stuff, ya had like three weeks ago? That went missing?”

You paused. “...You mean all of my Yakisoba that you swore you had nothing to do with?”

Atsumu gulped. “Look- babe- I’m not trying to make excuses, okay? But ya gotta understand that I’m a big guy and sometimes when I come home from practice I’m just so hungry that I- AH!”

“You asshat!”

Atsumu is cut off from his confession when you suddenly lunge at him, grabbing a pillow to smack his face as you straddle him and pin him down. “You told me that the damn neighbors dog ate it, Atsumu! Had me all worried at the vet, wondering if they were gonna sue us-”

“Okay, that is an exaggeration, they didn’t even find anythin’-”

“Well yeah! That’s cause you ate it asshole!” Atsumu yelps as you land a practically good blow and quickly grabs your waist to flip you over and reverse the roles.

Now, you’re the one under him, glaring at his sheepish face as he pins your wrists.

“Alright alright! ‘M sorry, okay?! But I was really hungry and yer were bein stingy with yer food-!”

“Stingy-?!” You gasped at his audacity. “Tsumu, I damn near gave you half before you devoured the rest!”

“Well I was a hungry, okay?! Yer can’t blame a man for eatin,” He said, and you huffed as you stared into his clearly non-regretful eyes.

“Oh, I sure can!” You narrow your eyes at him, “You’re gonna replace my Yakisoba as soon as you let me go! And, you’re gonna bake me some brownies, too!”

“I- what- brownies?!”

“Yes! With sprinkles on top!” You shout.

“Sprinkles?! That doesn’t even go together!” Atsumu cried.

“So? You ate my food, Atsumu! And if you want this relationship to survive, you’ll listen carefully and do exactly as I say.”

Later that night, you munched happily on your sprinkle-covered brownies while Atsumu stared bitterly at the finished Yakisoba in front of you. His ramen noodles sat unfinished and cold in front of him, a punishment and a reminder that you never, ever ever steal food from Y/N.

And he definitely learned his lesson.

[no-one-fuck-a-man]

Berry Blues

Season One

Part Sixteen - (Home) Demon Drink

Quinn Fabray x Reader

Summary: Thanks to Sue Sylvester, it was up to you and Quinn to make sure your friend started to love herself again.

Word Count: 3,871

WARNINGS: Disgusting drink, not eating, injuries

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"Um, all right, I have one final announcement before we all leave," Mr Schue said, taking a seat on a stool in front of the class, "We can't use the auditorium for the next week."

"But that's garbage. How are we supposed to practice for Regionals without the auditorium?" Finn asked.

"The Cheerios need it to practice in." He shrugged. "There's nothing I can do."

"I recommend a sit-in," your sister spoke, hopping up from her seat.

"I recommend we torch the place," Puck countered, slapping Mike's fist with his own.

You waved your finger to the boy, "I like that idea more. But seriously though, they have the gym to practice in."

"Well, for some reason, Sue needs the auditorium for them." Mr Schue shrugged once more.

"Then we use the gym."

"The acoustics will be terrible," Rachel said.

"It wasn't for Kurt and Mercedes when they were singing."

"That's different."

"How?" Knowing that you weren't gonna get an answer from that, you continued to ask, "Then we use the choir room."

"It's not big enough," Tina pointed out, "We need to know what we're doing for a full stage."

You threw your head back and groaned.

"So, torching the place, it is."

"No." The Spanish teacher put his foot down. "Look, we've all faced adversity before, and we've come out stronger on the other end. I'm going to check out a few off-site locations for us to use, just for the week. I promise I'll find us a new home."

"Please tell me it's not going to be your home," you muttered, gaining a light smack to your arm from Quinn sitting by your side.

You were expecting your teacher to say something in reply, but were soon proven wrong when the bell signalling the end of lessons rang throughout the school. You rose from your seat along with the rest of your friends... except for Artie, that is. Trailing from the room, looking over your shoulder at Brittany and Santana. All the while, Kurt made Fin hang back to look at something.

Lunch.

It truly was one of your favourite times of the school day. Of any day, really.

You had been hanging with the two cheerleader's ever since you had left the choir room, which included getting lunch with them. Not that they really had anything on their trays.

Telling them that they needed to grab more than a banana and some salad for lunch, Brittany interrupted you to talk about her cat just as a third cheerleader came up to your small group.

"I'm pretty sure my cat's been reading my diary."

Your eyes met with Santana's momentarily.

"Hey, guys," Mercedes greeted, looking directly at her fellow Cheerios, " can I ask you something?"

No answer, but the girl continued on with her question, anyway.

"How do you manage to stay so skinny?"

"'The Sue Sylvester Master Clense'" Santana replied, lifting her metal Cheerios water bottle up as if she were making some shitty TV advertisement, Brittany following suit.

"The what?" You asked, "Go on. Tell me what's in it. This cannot be good."

"It's got water, maple syrup for glucose, lemon for acid," the Latina began to list off, obviously repeating word for word what her coach had said, "Cayenne pepper, irritate the bowls. And a dash of Ipecac, a vomiting agent."

"I'm sorry, what? That's gotta border on child abuse or something. At the very least."

"Sometimes, I add a teaspoon of sand," Brittany said.

You made a sarcastic humming noise, "Yummy!"

"That can't be healthy."

"Oh, it's not."

"Who cares?" Santana asked.

"You should."

"You can either feel terrible and look great. Or get kicked off the team when that reporter gets here."

"I've gotta taste this shit," you said against your better judgment, reaching over to take Brittany's bottle from her, considering she is the most likely to share. Before you stopped, looking the blonde in her eyes, and asked, "Is there sand in it right now?"

The girl nodded happily, and you also nodded, but only once, and not happily. Then moved to reach for Santana's bottle.

Leaning your head back, you didn't even take a mouthful of the stuff before you cringed around the nozzle.

It was, somehow, worse than what Matt and Mike had made you drink the day you found Finn and your sister kissing at the bowling alley.

Man. A lot has changed since then.

You thrust the metallic bottle back into the Latina's hands, looking around wildly for anywhere you could spit out the liquid in your mouth.

Before you found it.

Bending over, you hastily spat the stuff into Santana's empty bowl upon her tray.

"That is hell," you husked, turning to Mercedes, "Don't drink that stuff. It will suck out your soul and shit on it."

You then began clearing your throat loudly, trying to get rid of the taste, unknowingly that Mercedes' had walked away and left her tray next to the salad bar.

Sticking out your tongue, you wiped at it with your hands. Trying to rid the flavour with your fingertips. But nothing worked.

Santana and Brittany were the next to leave. Also leaving their tray's, gulping down their drinks, and leaving you to your suffering.

You were the only one who still had their tray as you made your way to where Quinn stood at the entrance of the cafeteria. With you still creating strange noises, trying to hack away your mistake.

"You used to drink that stuff?"

The blonde nodded ashamedly.

"God, it's like demon water."

---

"I'm worried."

"Huh?" you questioned distractedly, too focused upon your laptop.

"Y/N." A sharp dig to your ribs.

"Ow."

"Y/N."

"Yeah?" Still distracted.

"Pay attention."

"Yeah, you look great. And don't worry, you'll ace the test next week."

"That's not what I'm worried about," Quinn admitted.

"Then what's wrong?"

"It's Mercedes."

"Well, maybe you could help her study for the test."

"It's not about the test- Could you focus on me and not your laptop?!" Quinn snapped, finally drawing your attention to the blonde who was glaring daggers at you.

"What? What?"

"Mercedes," she stressed, "She's not eating."

"But she needs to eat. Why isn't she eating?"

"Because she's trying to lose weight before the reporter gets here, Sue told her to. San and Britt told me yesterday."

"Oh, for fucks sake. What do we do?"

Quinn shrugged. "Talk to her? Before she really gets hurt."

"This is a whole mess of crap."

"You're telling me."

Just then, Jesse and Rachel walked into the school's library, holding hands and looking all sickeningly lovey-dovey.

You gave a vocal cringe, grabbing Quinn's wrist and tugging her up from her seat. Picking up her open school book and your laptop, hearing the girl's opposition to your actions.

"Come on," you said, ushering her away from the table with your palm pressed to her shoulder blade, "I deal with this near enough every day at home. I don't wanna see it here. If I don't have to."

"Are they really that bad?"

You shuddered, obviously.

"It's like they follow me, purposely trying to torture me."

---

"A roller rink?" Tina asked at the start of the Glee Club meeting. After Mr Schue had announced the news.

"Oh, I'm gonna break my ass."

"You know you don't have to try roller skating, right?" Rachel pointed out obviously, from where she sat in front of you.

"No. I'm gonna." You nodded, sealing your fate.

"Weren't those outlawed in like 1981 for being totally lame?" Santana snarked.

"Aw, come on, guys," Mr Schue said, "Where's your sense of adventure? The space is great, and April is giving it to us to practice in for free."

"Mr Schue?" Kurt raised his hand," If I may?"

The man sucked his lips in and relinquished his spot at the front of the class to the boy. Allowing him to stand beside him and address everyone.

"The New Directions is clearly a club with a death of direction," he began, "Rachel and Jesse refuse to accept that all of us would rather die before we allow them to become the next Beyonce and Jay-Z." Your sister smiled smugly at the comparison Kurt made, the insult flying over her head. "And Finn's mother's romance with my father is sending him into a wholly unnecessary tailspin of despair."

"Wait, what?" you asked, surprised by this news.

"What we all need right now is to explore the idea of a sense of place." Kurt smiled, picking up the stack of sheet music from the black piano, thrusting them into Mr Scuester's torso for the man to hand out. "And how we find that place within, we will get that happy ending. Brad, B-flat."

"Do you know this song?" you asked in a whisper, leaning over to Santana.

"Nope."

"Oh, this is gonna be fun."

You didn't know it either

'Just don't let it be depressing'

A chair is still a chair

Even when there's no one sitting there

'Ah, fuck'

You had to hide your painful, albeit silent laughter behind your sheet music when you spotted Puck mouthing 'Are you gay?' over to Finn, thanks to the boy singing to him.

But a chair is not a house

And a house is not a home

You were beginning to think that Kurt's crush on the tall boy was starting to get slightly out of hand.

When there's no one there

To hold you there

Okay...

Maybe just out of hand. No slight about it.

And no one there

You can kiss good night

Glancing to Santana out of the corner of your eyes, you found her looking at you with the same uneasy look upon her face before turning to a smiling Brittany.

A room is still a room

Even when there's nothing there but gloom

You watched as Santana raised her pinkie finger, letting Brittany lace it with her own. The Latina soon rested her head against the blonde's shoulder, both of the girls cuddling up to the other.

Catching Santana's eye, you mouthed over 'Gay', only making her glare harshly at you.

But a room is not a house

And a house is not a home

When the two of us

Are far apart

And one of us

Has a broken heart

'Yep. The song was kinda depressing, but... in a nice way?'

---

"Y/N," Quinn called urgently, rushing up to where you were putting books into your locker.

"What? What's wrong? You shouldn't be running, in your condition."

"Mercedes passed out in the cafeteria hall."

"Oh, shit." The blonde turned, intending to head to the nurse's office, with you right behind her. But before you hastily shut your locker door, you grabbed a granola bar that was sitting within it, handing it to Quinn.

Mercedes had just woken up when you arrived. The nurse allowed you to wait in the same room as she checked her over.

She hummed, "Your blood pressure's low. Maybe that's why you fainted. Your mom will be here soon. I'll go and get you some ginger ale."

Looking awkward, Quinn slowly rose to her feet once the nurse left. Making her way over to Mercedes and trying to hand her the snack.

"Thanks. I'm not hungry."

"Yes, you are. You're starving," Quinn countered, "I know. I've been there."

Deciding it was best to let the girls speak, you kept your mouth shut.

"Did all the other kids start looking like food right before you fainted?"

Which, as it turns out, was a hard thing to do.

"Yeah. How'd you know?" Mercedes asked as if she were a mindreader.

"Been there."

"Wait, hold up," you said, raising your hand from where you had then folded across your chest. Where you stood watching the two, leaning against the worktops beside them, "Is that why you said I looked delicious that one time, before you passed out, and I caught you?"

You staying quiet didn't last long.

"Yeah." Quinn nodded.

"Wow. Gotta tell you, my ego's going way down now."

"You'll survive. You had plenty in storage." Then she turned back to the girl sitting in front of her. "Eat the granola bar."

"Why are you being so nice to me?" Mercedes asked, taking the food from the blonde, "I can't remember the last time you said two words to me that weren't "you" and "suck"."

"Because she chooses one person to be nice to a day." Quinn glared at you. "And as you can see. It's definitely you and not me."

She rolled her eyes at you, then turned to give Mercedes the real answer.

"'Cause I was you. Scared. Hating myself for eating a cookie."

"The cookie monster would be so sad."

"But I get over it."

"Yeah, of course, you did," Mercedes said spitefully, "Miss Pretty-Blonde-With-The-White-Girl-Ass."

Your eyebrows ticked down at that, eyes trailing to where said blonde sat, tilting your head as if to gain a better view of her fore-talked-about ass.

"When you start eating for somebody else, so that they can grow and be healthy, your relationship to food changes," Quinn confessed, "What I realized is that if I'm so willing to eat right to take care of this baby... why am I not willing to do it for myself? You are so lucky," she continued, as a tear trailed down Mercedes' cheek, "You've always been at home in your body. Don't let Miss Sylvester take that away from you."

"Don't let anyone take that away from you," you added.

"Right." Quinn nodded at you.

"I'm so embarrassed," the girl admitted, "This isn't me. How did I become this person?"

Quinn smiled slightly, trying to hold back her tears, as her hand came up to rub against Mercedes' arm.

"You are beautiful. You know that."

"We all know that."

"We're gonna stay here with you until your mom comes, okay?"

Things had grown quiet after that.

The silence filled with Mercedes munching the granola bar and you messing with stuff on the worktop."

"Y/N, what are you-? Put the condom down."

You chuckled, "They're funny. You should have picked one up." You gestured to her swollen belly with the wrapped protection, quickly noticing her glare. "Ha... ha... please don't kill me."

---

Pain shot through your body from where you landed on the hard, shiny floor. A groan surged from your mouth. While a blonde giggled lightly, only a few feet away from you.

"'No, Y/N, let's not go watch a movie. Let's go to the roller rink with the guys. It will be fun'," you mimicked Quinn's earlier words back to her, as she laughed harder, but yet, still able to keep herself steady on her feet, "Yeah, how'd that turn out? I actually did fall on my ass."

"I think that was more so your coxis."

Just then, your sister passed by with her boyfriend, passing through his legs.

You cringed at that.

"God, that was disgusting!" you called after the two, "You can't wear those gay socks if you're going to do something so disgustingly heterosexual, Rachel!"

She ignored you.

Like she has done, time and time again.

"Come on, clumsy," Quinn outstretched her hands to help you rise up to your feet, "Let's keep going."

"How are you so good at this?"

"I was the head cheerleader, remember? I still got some of the agility it takes to be at the top of the pyramid."

"Right, right. Okay," you replied, focusing on not falling over once you were back on your wheeled feet.

"You're like Bambi," Quinn laughed.

"Shut up, you're-" your sentence was cut off with another dull thud as you slipped once more, landing on your ass this time. Like you said you would.

Next came rolling past Artie, being pushed by Tina, and a screaming Mercedes holding onto the girl's waist.

"Well, at least she's having fun."

"Has anyone told you that your maternal instincts, thanks to your pregnancy, are starting to be projected to the people around you?" you uttered as you tried to get up by yourself, only for your feet to, repeatedly, kick up from the floor. Falling and landing on your back that time.

"That's what you get," Quinn laughed.

"Oh, I'm gonna be sore tomorrow."

Mike fell down not too far away from you. Moving in such a way that he only ended up landing safely on the side of his thigh."

"I know how you feel, buddy," you called over to the boy before facing the strobe-lit ceiling, groaning out, "This is where I live now."

"Get up, you big baby."

"No. You can't make me."

"Y/N," she said sternly.

"But that can."

---

"So, what did you kids get up to today?" your dad, LeRoy asked, as they walked through the door, spotting the four of you gathered round in the living room.

"We went to a roller rink." Rachel smiled happily from where she sat beside Jesse, under his arm.

"And judging by all the ice packs, you fell over." That man smiled at you.

It was true.

You had ice packs covering your body.

One on your shoulder, another on your ankle, on the knee, and a final one on your coxis. Not that they could see that.

"She fell over a total of nine times," Quinn spoke, making her way over to sit beside you.

Hiram barked out a laugh, "Really?"

"I was aiming for ten, but you can't always get what you want, can you?" You then pointed over to where your sister and her boyfriend sat. "They were being disgustingly heterosexual. She rolled through his legs and everything."

"Ew," Hiram said in a childish tone, a grossed out look watching over his face.

"Hiram," his husband scolded lightly.

Jesse laughed lightly at the situation as your sister glared over at you, and you being the mature person that you are, stuck your tongue out at her.

"I see where you get it from," Quinn said.

"Get what?"

"Your... you."

You glanced over at your tall father, currently being scolded by your other father.

"Thanks." You smiled honestly back at the blonde. Not spotting the way your, still lightly bickering, dad's shot you both a glance, then peered back knowingly at the other.

Their bet was still firmly on.

And would be till the very end.

---

"How's your butt?"

"Still sore," you replied with a small groan as you moved to sit down beside the girl upon the cold, shiny gym floor. Flipping off Mike and Matt, who were giggling at you from where they sat. "How do you think this rally's gonna go?"

Quinn shook her head softly, "That doesn't matter. We're gonna be there for Mercedes, no matter what."

"Damn straight we are."

Soon enough, the lights dimmed, and a buzzer sounded through the gym.

Cheering came next, followed by the cheerleaders.

Your elbows were resting on your bent knees when Mercedes walked forward. Heading for the microphone in front of the Cheerios.

"Hey, guys," she started, "I'm Mercedes Jones."

"Is this an AA meeting?" you whispered your joke into Quinn's ear, only gaining her shushing you in reply.

The girl was nervous, but she breathed through it.

"So, most of you know Cheerios is about perfection and winning... looking hot and being popular. Well, I think it should be about something different." She bit her lip before continuing, "How many of you at this school feel fat?"

Quinn's hand was one of, if not the first, to raise. Not just in showing how she felt but also in support of her friend. More hand's continue to raise.

"How many of you feel like maybe you're not worth very much?" More hands. "Or you're ugly. If you have too many pimples and not enough friends?"

More and more hands rose with her words.

You, understanding that this was all about insecurities in general. Had your hand up in the air with many others.

"Well, I felt all those things about myself at one time or another. Hell, I felt most of those things about myself today. And that just ain't right." Mercedes shook her head. "And we've got something to say about it. And if you like what we have to say, come down here and sing it with us."

Then, music started to fill the room, and a spotlight moved to glow over the girl.

Every day

Is so wonderful

And suddenly

It's hard to breathe

Now and then

I get insecure

From all the pain

I'm so ashamed

I am beautiful

No matter what they say

Words can't bring me down

I am beautiful

In every single way

Yes, words can't bring me down

Oh, No.

So don't you bring me down today

All cheerleaders, but Kurt, turned around to sing the song with the passionate girl upfront.

No matter what we do

No matter what we do

Quinn offered a hand, wanting you to help her stand, which you obviously did. Expecting her to let go once she was flat on her feet, but instead, her grip on your hand tightened as she tugged you gently, indicating for you to follow.

You did that, too.

Even if your body ached in retaliation.

Moving with the blonde to stand beside Mercedes.

No matter what you say

No matter what you say

Santana, coming to stand by your other side, allowing you to throw your arm around her shoulders, free hand moving to wrap around Quinn's waist, resting upon her hip.

And everywhere we go

And everywhere we go

The sun will always shine

The sun will always, always

Shine

Mikes hands slapped against your shoulders as he came to stand behind you, many more of your friends making their way up to join the singing group.

'Cause we are beautiful

No matter what they say

Yes, words won't bring us down

Oh, no

So don't you bring me down today

Don't you bring me down today

Don't you bring me down

Today

Cheering for the girl filled the gym as you were gently moved back so that Kurt could get through and speak to his friend.

Quinn's hand slid down your arm and into yours so that she could pull you away from the gathered crowd.

"Where are we going?"

"Nowhere. I was just starting to feel a little claustrophobic."

"Don't lie, you just wanted to be alone with me," you said playfully.

"I'm starting to wish I left you there."

---

"Did you tell him yet?" Rachel asked once the whole club was gathered around, watching the two talking adults.

"Tell me what?" Mr Schue asked, looking from the girl and then back to April.

"That I bought y'all the auditorium," she rose her hands.

You joined in clapping beside Matt as your teacher turned back to the blonde woman in surprise.

"What?"

"I wrote ol' Figgins a check this morning. It's now called the 'April Rhodes Civic Pavilion'," she said, making a rainbow shape in front of her as she announced the name.

"I- I don't know what to say."

"I 'thank you' might be a good place to start."

"We've got it covered." Your sister stepped up.

"Or that."

-----

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𝐒𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐚𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐛 𝐰/𝐂𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬

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Synopsis: Y/N decided to prank the boys in attack on titan by saying they don’t want to ‘sleep with them tonight’. Some will get annoyed, sad, might tease you back or try to get your attention! And to make it up, Y/N ends the prank by saying the 3 words they long wanted to hear! So pick or check out which character you like the most and enjoy <3 We promise this will be good that is filled with love, fluff, entertainment and a little bit angst.

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Levi:

‘Okay I’m gonna do it! No more backing away.’ Y/N thought as they took a deep breath while turning the door knob to enter the bedroom. They are gonna do the prank on Levi tonight.

Y/N entered the bedroom, and the first sight they see is Levi, their boyfriend, sitting on the chair while his legs were crossed and sipping his tea.

He would always wait for his partner before going to bed, he never once went to bed without first Y/N going to bed. He was that loyal and such a gentleman, and also because he is deeply in love with you.

He can’t even relax or lay on bed if you are not by his side! You are his everything, and he will not and never have a goodnight rest without you being by his side because you matter to him a lot.

Oh how you feel bad doing this prank on Levi, your great boyfriend...but you had to, you wanted to see how he would react!

“Love...I was waiting for you.” He sounded so glad, and happy once you entered inside. But, he realized you were a bit late and the next thing shocked him.

You just walked past him with a stolid manner, and did not even reply to him as you went straight to the bathroom. You took your toothbrush and started to brush your teeth.

Levi picked that up QUICKLY and would try to figure out what is wrong with Y/N, while still sipping his tea but now he has uncrossed his leg (cause this sudden act from his partner made him worry). Watching Y/N, observing them in his own sherlock style.

“Hey...Something wrong?” Levi would say as he laid his shoulder against the bathroom door which was open.

When you finished brushing your teeth, you were washing your hands and coldly said “No.”

He lowkey starts to get nervous and then he would probably start to think he is the problem why his lover is acting like this. He will think and be like ‘The hell? They don't love me? What am I to them….?’. He clearly starts to doubt himself and overthink. You gave him no sort of clue what was going on!

When you left the bathroom and went into the bedroom, you started to change into your nightwear, still giving Levi your back. 

Levi is quick and smart to catch on things, especially if the vibe is not the same. ‘Fuck did I actually mess this up’ He tries to initiate the conversation by asking you “Hey Love, did you drink the tea I made for you?”

“Hm, Oh yea.” Y/N said, still with her stolid manner and then proceeded to brush their hair. ‘What?!...Something is definitely wrong, this is the second time I'm saying love to them and they haven't once said love back.’ Now he is getting concerned and he started to come closer towards you, he is conflicted also to hug you or not. (you noticed that and that broke your heart-)

“Y/N, Something is wrong...was the tea bad!?” Levi said out loud in his unease tone. 

He turned around and went to his drawer to get the tea box to check if there was anything that was mentioned that could be bad.

He was ready to sue this tea company, ‘I want to end this company’s whole career...how dare they.’

“No Levi….it was not the tea.” You said all worried, ‘What tea is he even talking about?! And why does he look ready to murder someone’ You thought as you looked at him, but also trying to hold your laughter.

He gave out a sigh, relieved it was not the case. Now, he can sleep with you right? He went to change into his sleeping outfit and he was all thrilled to hold his Y/N and sleep with them. It was indeed his favorite time of the day.

But...Y/N wasn't moving towards the bed? And they begin to say “Hey Um...I wanna sleep alone tonight. So, could you leave?”

Levi had a sinking feeling in his stomach, his eyes widened ‘What..?’

He turned around to look at you all confused and...hurt by what you said. “No.” He said after 3 minutes of silence, he was trying to process what the hell was even going on. (poor man-)

“No? Okay, I’ll leave and go sleep in the other guest room we have.” But, before you could even go near the door to leave.

Levi would block the door by standing in front of it, not allowing his lover to leave. “If..” He started to look at you and raised his eyebrows, being all serious. Then, he said in a serious tone. “You go there, I swear to you I will kick the door down and break it.”

You had to hold back your laughter, and tried to control yourself because you know for a fact your man will do that and it would be a lie if he is not clingy. Cause, he is.

“Why! Tell me.” He looked at your eyes, searching for any sign of answer on your facial expression. One hand cupping your side cheek and the other hand rested on your shoulder as he gently stroked it. 

“If it is about the tea, I will try my best to drink those damn bubble teas, frappuccino or whatever they are that you like so much with you!” He gave you a look, that was determined and he was ready to go out and get one even if it was midnight just to prove it to you.

He is actually kind of shocked and he would stand there waiting for your response. But inside, he is sad and hurt about this all cause he is blaming himself this is happening because of him!

“L-Love!! It's a joke, a prank okay?” You couldn't hold yourself and you finally said it was a joke, you just missed not saying love to your boyfriend and you wanted to hug him again and express your love towards him cause you know he was hurt!

Levi would get irritated and annoyed, and let you go. He heads towards the bed. After, he would say. “Again, with your fucking pranks hm? No one is laughing here.” He is clearly pissed at how he fell for this but also, lowkey glad it was not none of the things he was thinking about.

Y/N surprises their boyfriend and would finally say it to make it up for Levi. “Hey...Um” Y/N stood there, all shy while looking down and holding their arms. Levi turned around to look at them, “What? Again another prank? Because that won't wor-”. You ran towards him and brought your arms around his neck while hugging him tightly “Ugh No, I love you!” While you said that, you kept your face on his shoulder and he felt your face burning up.

After you finally say those three words, he goes all soft and starts to even get butterflies. It was the first time he heard you say that out loud, because he knew you are usually shy.

He would think about it again the whole night and that makes him forget you even pranked him.

He hugs you even tighter tonight and kisses their neck quite a lot, he was showing you some of his rare affection and love.

Levi would later say “so you still like sleeping with me...hm? You didn’t say anything about that.”

He wants to make sure his s/o loves and cherishes him, and also he started to show more love tonight to you. 

Jean:

To start the prank with Jean, you decided to give him the silent treatment, and that upsets him to unknown levels for you. He was a really soft boy and small things like this really overwhelmed him!

“Babe...Do you want something?” Jean tried, he really did. To get any sort of reaction from you, he softly rubbed both of your shoulders as he was behind you. He was about to kiss your neck when you said. “Jean...I want to sleep alone tonight, maybe you should go and sleep on the couch because-” You were about to continue when he made you turn around quickly and held both of your arms.

“First of all, who is Jean? I don’t know any Jean! I’m babe for you, remember?” He was highly strung, and tried to pretend he did not hear you say his first name. This guy would always crave and was eager to hear you call him by his pet name. It really boosted his ego up and he loved it the way you always say it. He was deeply in love with his Y/N.

You couldn't bring yourself to laugh yet, because it was kind of cute to see Jean like this and it made you want to tease him even more! “Okay but I wanna sleep alone tonight, Jean.”

‘Wait, wait, Wait! My girl is upset! Shit, what the heck did I do? STUPID JEAN’ He would think while putting his hand on his forehead, trying to think while having an existential crisis on the couch in their huge bedroom. Then he jolted up and said, “Maybe...is it because I ate the ice cream that you left for yourself??!”

‘Um, what the fuck is with this man? And what ice cream is he even talking about!’ Y/N would think as they had a confused look. They couldn't even focus on the prank anymore and were wondering which ice cream it was.

You then turned around, grabbed a pillow and was about to leave the room but Jean was hugging and holding your waist from behind, not letting them leave and he would yell out saying. “No! I won’t let you leave babe! Will you forgive me if I buy more ice cream RIGHT NOW?” Your man was more than ready to go out with his pajamas and his slippers to get you all the ice creams from the nearest corner shop.

He really was willing to do and try literally anything to get you not upset with him and sleep with him tonight, he can’t go on the night without you!

Since Jean is really upset about this prank, y/n had to make it up for him and break off the prank.

“Calm down! It’s a prank babe.” You said giggling, and rubbing his biceps (he really likes that).

He let out such a long sigh and was relieved to hear that, like this guy kept thanking the world it wasn’t because of the ice cream. “Damn it, you scared me there!! Babe, please you will end up giving me a heart attack with these pranks.” He said with such a calm tone and hugged you.

“But you know...I can’t sleep without you.” Y/n said in a soft tone and went near Jean as they put their head against his chest. “You know I love you anyways...”

There was silence, he pushed your shoulders to look at your face that was red right now. “Wait...did I hear that right.” Jean just stood there, and was taken aback by what you just said. You were a blushing mess right now, and looked away. “Nothing Babe!! Let’s go to sleep now, okay?”. You tried to hurry back to your shared bed but he held onto you from behind again.

“Say it again...you made me suffer now with your stupid prank, so you’re going to repeat it! I heard it!” He was holding you so tightly and Jean was not going to let you go until you say it again.

Y/N gets all red and shy, while Jean is just too excited and takes this to his advantage. When you said it again after he was persuading you, he grabbed your hips and picked you up and you both were on your shared bed and he kept tickling you. Love and laughter filled the room and that melted Jean. He loved seeing you laugh, smile and being happy, it meant the world to him.

He showed you and gave you so much love that night you both did not sleep that evening.

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Their Eyes Were Watching Bahamut (Eddie x Harrington!OC) - Pt 1 (SFW)

Synopsis: One of the Harrington twins receives an unexpected invite, which rekindles an embarrassing high school crush. 

Warnings: None. (Yet.)

Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: I walked away from season 4 with the distinct impression that there weren’t enough Harringtons in love with Eddie Munson, so I made another. Eat up, my children. (And yes I gave her my name sue me)

“Henderson? Is everything okay?” Molly Harrington felt a prickle of alarm at hearing Dustin’s voice come through the phone in her apartment. 

“What? Yeah, everything’s fine. Why wouldn’t it be?”

“You only ever call me when something is wrong.”

“What? That’s not true. I call you all the time.”

“You call Steve all the time,” she corrected, concern giving way to irritation. “You call me when otherworldly forces–or Russians–threaten our very way of life and my dumbass wombmate isn’t quite cutting it.”

There was a brief pause on the line. “Do I really never call you?” His voice squeaked guiltily, and Molly was struck by a pang of affection for the young teen. He was a good kid, even if he did seem to prefer the company of her dipshit of a twin. It was hard to hold it against him–the bastard was charismatic. And really, weirdly good with kids.

“No, you don’t,” she said, dampening her sharp tone to one of teasing disappointment. “Though I’ll find it in my heart to forgive you. What can I do for you, kiddo?”

“Are you familiar with the Hellfire Club?”

Molly was, in fact, very familiar with the Hellfire Club, though she thought that feigned ignorance might be the less incriminating play here. “Um, yeah, isn’t that–what’s his name–Eddie Munson’s thing?” She forced her mouth around the syllables of his name with careful neutrality. “Dungeons and Dragons, or something? I think I remember something about that back in high school.” 

Specifically, she remembered a boy with a dimpled smile and an emblazoned shirt that showed enough forearm to be lethally distracting. She remembered her eyes catching on every club photo, and she remembered the clink of his rings from two seats behind her in Biology. She remembered the handful of times that his eyes met hers, and he would wink like they were sharing some inside joke. But Dustin Henderson could do without those particular details.

“Yeah, that’s the one,” he confirmed, unaware of her reverie. “So, we’re down a few players tonight, and Eddie needs Mike and I to find a couple subs.”

“...And Steve said no,” she finished, filling in the blanks.

A beat of silence.

“And… Steve said no.”

Molly laughed good-naturedly. “I appreciate your honesty. Well, lucky for you, I’ve got nothing going on, and I’m in the mood to prove myself as the cool twin. I’m in.”

__________________

Molly looked at the tiny form of Erica Sinclair with dismay and regret building in her gut. 

“So, the only people you could find to fill in were me… and a middle schooler.”

“It was short notice!” Dustin defended.

“So you scraped the bottom of the barrel.”

“Don’t lump me in with you, bird-nose,” Erica shot back, harnessing that uncanny ability that children have to hone in on your greatest insecurity with laser-like precision. Molly winced, a self-conscious hand coming up to her nose. Dustin elbowed Erica, eliciting a trademark shout of “It’s just the facts!”.

“Jesus. I’ll never understand why Steve likes you kids so much.” She ran a hand through her hair, resigning herself to a terrible and embarrassing evening.

She followed Dustin, Mike, and Erica to the Hawkins auditorium, then to a dramatically lit room backstage. Molly had never been back here herself–in true Harrington fashion, most of her extracurriculars (at least, the ones that didn’t involve heavy underage drinking) had been athletic. Something about that fact made this space seem strangely off-limits to her. She took in the eclectic spattering of stage dressing–the collection seemed to be from a dozen different shows with not much cohesion between them. And in the center of it all sat Eddie, draped across his high-backed chair with the presence of a king holding court. Two other members of Hellfire (she vaguely recalled their names being Jeff and Gareth) stood at attention at his sides. His eyes found her immediately, causing a chain reaction of nerves and synapses firing. His head lolled to the side inquisitively, wearing an expression of surprised amusement. She became intensely aware of her hands, suddenly having a hard time figuring out where to put them that would look even remotely human.

“Molly Harrington?” he said coolly, drumming his ringed fingers on the table. “This is a surprise, to say the least. Wheeler and Henderson have more pull than I gave them credit for.” 

She pointedly ignored the dull roar of her heartbeat and shot him a cocky grin. “Wouldn’t miss an opportunity to see Eddie Munson in his element.”

“Is that so?” he mused, evidently still playing the part of a haughty royal. His eyes lingered on her a moment longer than necessary before sliding to the child beside her. The smile playing at his lips quickly vanished.

“Absolutely not.” 

“You asked for subs,” Dustin posited, gesturing towards the two of them, “we delivered.”

Eddie leaned forward with a tight, unamused smile. “The Harrington can stay, I have no issue with that. But this is Hellfire Club. Not babysitting club.”

Molly watched the following exchange, but she was woefully distracted by the way Eddie’s eyes occasionally flickered towards her, as if he had a hard time believing she was actually there. Something about the quick, surreptitious glances made her synapses crackle with electricity. She did her best to not let it show on her face. When Erica bit back with a comparison to his mommy’s book club paired with an adorable threat of violence, Eddie seemed utterly charmed by the piss-and-vinegar preteen. He held out a hand and welcomed her to Hellfire with a poorly concealed grin.

He turned, and his attention once again rested fully on Molly.

“And what about you? You have a character prepped?”

“Well,” she responded, suddenly feeling a bit self-conscious, “I did what I could with 3 hours notice and minimal instructions.” She held up a slightly crumpled, hastily completed character sheet. “Druid sounded fun?”

Jeff and Gareth chuckled mockingly, but were quickly silenced by a hard look from Eddie. He turned back to her, his expression warming.

“A druid is a fine addition to the party. Welcome aboard, Harrington.”

____________________

Molly found herself getting into the rhythm of the game quickly. Eddie was a hell of a storyteller, and it was hard to be anything less than enthralled when he really got into it. This was truly Eddie Munson in his element.

He was achingly patient with her while she picked up the mechanics of the game–she half expected a mocking dismissal of her lack of aptitude for the nerdsport, but he gave her the time she needed without a hint of frustration, dropping little hints to help her along. An hour in, and she was feeling more or less self-sufficient. She started off treating it like a singles tennis match, trying to land the biggest and most impressive hits on her enemies, but ultimately she found that it was more productive to treat it like volleyball. More often than not, she’d set up the ball and allow another party member to spike it and win the glory points. 

As the fight with Vecna progressed, the party received a thorough ass-whooping, until only herself, Dustin, and Lady Applejack remained standing. The players called for a group huddle, but Molly remained seated, one leg flung casually over the arm of her chair. 

“Molly,” Dustin hissed, waving his hand impatiently. “Huddle.”

“Fuck your huddle,” she said over her shoulder, wearing an arrogant grin. “You guys can do what you want, but I’ll be seeing this through to the end. Momma Harrington doesn’t raise quitters.”

“There’s no shame in running, you know,” Eddie said, leaning forwards, eyes glinting with playful challenge. “Not this time. Odds of you walking out of this alive are, well, not in your favor.”

Molly mirrored the motion. “Never tell me the odds.” Without breaking eye contact, she called over her shoulder. “We doing this or what, assholes?”

Eddie’s resulting smile was the sort of thing that melted glaciers. A cheer erupted behind her, and the party responded swiftly to her rallying cry.

[deceitful-darlings]

Any trends you’re sick of

That’s quite a general question, so I’m not quite sure what you mean. Do you mean yandere trends? General fictional trends? Off of the top of my head I can only think of one of each.

The yandere trend that kind of annoys me is the Mary-Sue OP darling. Don’t get me wrong, a darling with a level of power can be interesting, but I find an OP darling to be, frankly, boring. A yandere is a scary thing, they are meant to be scary, they’re a character archetype that holds a level of power over someone except for when they’re used in a comedic context. What’s the point of having a yandere if ‘So stwong those yanderes ain’t shit against me! Haha look at how amazing I am!’ I don’t even find it to be particularly funny like the shitposts.

A general archetype...um. I guess in A/B/O I have one? I get really frustrated over the Omegas being treated like dirt in nearly every god damn story trope, and apologies because rant incoming!

I don’t mind having a downtrodden group of people, but this is so fucking common it pisses me off no end, mainly because IT MAKES LITERALLY NO SENSE. For those who don’t know the context. A/B/O is alpha/beta/omega, with alphas being at the top of the food chain, strong leaders, making up about 15% of the population, the have pheromones and knots, betas are pretty much normal, maybe with a small knot in some stories, and omegas are only 5% of the population, they also have pheromone and are fertile.

Now, the thing that irritates me is that they often say the reason for the discrimination against omegas is because they have heats, not because they can have kids and take care of them, but because they have heats. Why does this piss me off so much? BECAUSE ALPHAS HAVE FUCKING RUTS! THEY HAVE LITERALLY THE EXACT SAME FUCKING THING! IT MAKES NO SENSE THAT THEY SOLEY DISCRIMINATE AGAINST OMEGAS FOR IT!

Not only that, omegas are designed to be mates to alphas and vice versa, there’s a 10% population difference between alphas and omegas in most stories. WHY DO THEY NOT VALUE OMEGAS?! HOW IS AN OMEGA CHILD A SHAME TO A FAMILY WHEN THERE’S A NEAR CERTAIN CHANCE THEY CAN MARRY AN ALPHA AND HELP LINK A FAMILY WITH POWER?!

I’m so tired of this trope of ‘omegas only being good for sex work’. It’s old, it’s overdone, and it’s boring.

What about a beta being the shame of the family because they’ll only ever be an ordinary worker yet still wanting to help and/or protect their sibling? A world where omegas are in demand as spouses because of their fertility? An alpha and omega who just can’t stand the scent of each other’s pheromones? There are so many options, can we stop with the same fucking one?

[sing-a-sirensong]

Venomous

A Reed900 Venom AU I had rattling around in my brain, thanks to Discord.

Summary: Gavin’s strange new “roommate” has some questions about human behaviour. Rating: E Warnings: None

On AO3 here

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Some people have their entire lives planned out. Others have no plans at all, just letting life take them in any direction it happens to go. Either way, “expect the unexpected” is a commonly spoken phrase. Unexpected changes are a fact of life, all just a part of the human experience. However, there are some events that seem so far out of the realm of possibility that one might wonder about the existence of some giant cosmic joke. 

Gavin Reed is not the type of man to wax philosophical, or question some cosmic order, or think about his place in the universe beyond being a damn good detective. Right now, in fact, he’s pondering little more than what to eat for dinner as he stands idly waiting at a crosswalk. Music plays a little too loudly in his earbuds. 

Chinese again? Gavin wonders, scuffing his shoe against the pavement. Maybe pizza. Got one of those coupon books in the mail. 

He’s pulled from his musings by a touch against his shoulder, an accidental bump by another pedestrian crossing the opposite direction. Gavin turns his head as they walk away, allowing himself a brief up-and-down glance at the retreating figure. Tall, fitted slacks, legs a mile long. Fuck. Gavin thinks, I haven’t gotten laid in ages. 

Gavin.

He sighs tiredly, pausing his music. He’s gotten so used to the internal commentary by now that he doesn’t even feel surprised anymore when his new… roommate pipes up. 

“Yeah tar pit?” He answers, out loud. He fiddles absently with his earphones, grateful for the wonders of modern technology that keep him from looking like a complete lunatic talking to himself.

Having offspring now would be very inconvenient. 

“W-What?” Gavin stutters, taken off guard by the odd choice of topic. “Dude, what the fuck are you talking about.” A mild annoyance that was not his own filtered into his mind. 

That other human. You considered procreating with them.

He scrubbed a hand over his unshaven face, pinching the bridge of his nose. “That isn’t- ok first of all, don’t call it that. And second of all, this isn’t a conversation to have in public. Just wait five minutes until we get home.” The feeling of annoyance settled slightly, and his head was quiet again. 

Less than five minutes later, in the elevator to his apartment, the peace was broken.

We should not have pizza for dinner again. It is not healthy for us to have such an unvaried diet.

Gavin sighs again, something he seemed to do a lot more frequently now. He steps off the elevator, walking down the hall. 

“Alright, how about the chicken alfredo from that place around the corner?” He suggests, unlocking the door and stepping in, shrugging off his jacket and shoes. “I’ll even get it with broccoli so we can eat one whole vegetable.”

Can we get the chocolate lava cake? 

Gavin snorts, warm fondness settling in his chest. “Yeah buddy, we can get the chocolate lava cake.”

Excellent. 

A cantankerous meow signals the presence of Princess Peanut; Gavin’s crotchety, cranky, three-legged very senior cat. She stares up at him with two murky orange eyes and lets out another raspy howl. How rude of him to set foot in his own home and not pay attention to her immediately upon arrival. 

Gavin feels the now-familiar sensation of Nines manifesting physical form, a feeling akin to peeling tape or glue off of your skin, except it feels more everywhere. The odd creature Gavin now shares his body with leans down, bracing their weight on one hand and gently petting the cat with the other. It’s adorable, in a heartwarming, eldritch horror sort of way.

Nines appears to be a young man, looking almost human enough. Dark brown hair that sometimes slips into curling tendrils, blue-grey eyes that almost seem to glow, black stained nails that might be a little too sharp, gleaming white teeth that are definitely too sharp, and pale skin that’s just a touch too grey, fading into the swirling black mass at his hips where he emerges from Gavin’s torso. 

But as odd as it is, Gavin thinks this appearance is for his benefit. He knows that isn’t what Nines looked like the first time he showed himself to Gavin. He remembers it being almost… mechanical looking. All sharp lines, and sleek inky blackness. Two glowing eyes. Of course Gavin had been completely losing his mind at the time, in the middle of a (very understandable) breakdown, so his memories may be slightly exaggerated. 

Another grouchy meow jolts Gavin into motion, Nines retreating back under his skin.

“Alright you fucking Nut, I’m getting to it.” Gavin grumbles, opening a fresh tin for the princess’s dinner. He gives her a quick scratch under the chin, and leaves the kitchen to flop on the couch. 

Gavin.

He hums in acknowledgment, idly considering a nap before dinner. 

We are home.

“Yeah tar pit, we are.” He mumbles. 

We can continue the conversation about procreation now. 

Gavin’s eyes snap open, wide awake now. “Uh, yeah, I guess you’re right. Fuck, um.” He sits up, scraping his fingers roughly through his hair. “First of all, don’t call it that. It’s just sex. It’s not really about making babies or whatever, it’s to relieve tension. Because it just uh, feels good. Really good.” 

Unintentionally, Gavin remembers being bent over various pieces of furniture and fucked silly by his previous trysts. He flushes slightly with embarrassment, Nines definitely saw that. He’s still getting used to sharing a brain, sue him. 

An unconvinced murmur brings Gavin back to the present, Nines was apparently finished rifling through his sexual encounter memory catalogue.

The process of pursuing a sexual partner seems time-consuming and difficult. Why bother if it is not necessary? Your failures outnumber your successes. 

“Way to kick a guy when he’s down.” Gavin grumbles, but he knows the question is genuine and Nines has no malicious intent behind his statement. Nines simply thinks in terms of numbers; success and failure, yes and no, black and white. Gavin sighs. 

“I guess you technically don’t really need a partner, it’s just sometimes better when you’ve got one.” He explains, allowing Nines a very short glimpse of Gavin’s moments in bed or in the shower with just his hand for company. He can feel Nines consider this new information. 

A much more logical approach with a significantly higher success rate.

Gavin huffs out a laugh at Nines’ rational analysis, scratching idly at his chin.

“You’re not wrong.” He says. 

Show me.

“What?! No!” Gavin splutters, instinctively alarmed at the thought.

Why not?

“Because it’s fucking private, not some part of fascinating human culture to observe through a microscope!” A ridiculous point to make to someone that lives in his head and can read all his thoughts.

Gavin can practically feel the unimpressed look Nines is giving him.

Hm. It sounds like you are being a little bitch. 

Gavin barks out a surprised laugh. He’s clearly been a bad influence on Nines’ vocabulary. That warm fondness bubbles up in his chest again and he runs a hand through his hair. You know what, why the fuck not? His life is already so fucking weird, this might as well happen. 

“Shit, alright, why not.” He stands. “But we’re not gonna stay out here for this.” He closes the door behind him once he’s in the bedroom. Gavin does not want an untimely cat-shaped interruption. He strips down, tossing his clothes on the floor haphazardly, and lays flat on the bed. This, at least, isn’t unfamiliar territory. Nines has to be with him in the shower, and he’s merged with all his cells or whatever, so it’s not like he doesn’t know what Gavin looks like naked. 

Gavin relaxes into the sheets, one arm folded behind his head and the other palm resting on his stomach. He closes his eyes, breathing deeply, and tries to pretend this is just like any other time he’s jerked off. 

This is not very interesting.

Gavin can’t hold back his amused snort at the obviously unimpressed tone, but he feigns irritation anyways. “Yeah I’m going, I’m going.” He grumbles. 

He skims a hand down his belly, palming between his legs. This isn’t going to take long, he thinks, the barest touch and he’s already filling out from the anticipation of finally getting off.

Gavin eases into it, stroking slowly over hardening flesh. Pleasure sparks low in his belly, but doesn’t want to overwhelm Nines with too much too fast. But the mental feedback Gavin is receiving seems to just be curiosity at the new sensations, and steadily increasing interest. 

I think I am beginning to understand why humans choose to do this.

Gavin’s dick twitches at the low voice echoing in his head, and he laughs weakly. “You ain’t seen nothing yet.” He jokes. 

On the next upstroke he twists his wrist, fingers tracing a vein along the underside. He bites back a small noise, forcing his breathing to stay even and trying to quell the simmering heat in his belly.

Do that again.

Gavin’s breath stutters at the abrupt demand, but he complies, hand speeding up and thumb smearing a pearl of precome over the sensitive head. His hips jump and the fingernails of his opposite hand dig into his palm. 

“Nines I- ahh, uhm,” Gavin pauses to swallow hard, “I’m not gonna- ah- not gonna last long. S’been a while.” He manages to grit out. Fuck he’s gonna have a hard time keeping quiet. 

His cock is getting slick in his grip, leaking steadily now. Gavin would feel embarrassed, if he thought Nines cared even a slight bit about how long he lasted. A groan escapes him on the next swipe over the tip, and Gavin brings his hand down from under his head and bites his knuckle to muffle the noises. 

I want to try.

Gavin wheezes like he’s been punched, nearly sitting straight up in shock. 

“You what?” He chokes out. But after the initial surprise of the request, Gavin is slammed with a wave of arousal at the thought of Nines touching him. He squirms in place a little. 

I want to touch you.

Gavin’s cock throbs in his grip. He can feel the hungry curiosity from Nines filtering through his mind, and yeah, fuck, why not. He settles back into the blankets, cautiously laying his hand by his side.

“Oh-kay, yeah alright.” He breathes. “Just be careful alright? Us humans are fucking fragile.”

I would never hurt you.

Gavin feels a pinch of emotion at the sincerity in his statement, and relaxes further into the bed. He gives Nines the mental go-ahead. 

A familiar sensation starts up on his skin, and Gavin looks down to see rippling darkness emerge and pool across his hips, brushing against his cock. Against his overheated skin, it’s fucking cold.

Gavin instinctively jerks his hips back and yelps. 

“Shit that’s cold, Nines, fuck.” An apologetic hum echoes through his mind, and Nines pauses briefly. He resumes his path after a moment and covers Gavin’s cock entirely, deliciously hot this time and squeezes. Gavin curses. 

Better?

“Yeah, fuck, how’d you do that?” He gasps, fingers gripping the sheets. 

Temperature regulation is imperative for survival.

The reply is offhanded, most of Nines’ focus now on consuming Gavin’s responses to his touch. 

Gavin groans, his head tilting back in the pillow. Christ it feels so good, hot and tight and slick. He moans raggedly, praise falling from his lips. 

“Just like that, fuck that’s- that’s good, keep going.” Nines trills happily at the praise, spreading further up Gavin’s abdomen. Curious tendrils flick at Gavin’s nipples, and his hands fly up, gripping the pillow above his head. Nines continues to play with his chest, and Gavin arches into his touch. 

The grip around his cock is scorching, twisting sweetly over the tip with every squeeze. Gavin squirms with pleasure, futilely thrusting his hips up.

More of Nines’ inky form skates greedily across his skin, drinking in every one of Gavin’s reactions. He twines up Gavin’s arms, winding around his wrists and through his fingers, pinning his arms above his head. 

Black tendrils slide down the inside of his thighs, and Gavin spreads his legs without realizing, rocking his hips desperately. Nines smoothes over his body, pressing Gavin’s thighs wider. Gavin lets out a whine, feeling filthy and on display. He tugs against the hold on his arms, whining again when there’s no give.

Gavin always had a thing for being manhandled but fuck, this was- fuck. 

“Oh God, fuck- ohhh don’t stop- baby don’t stop-” Gavin pleads. Nines is purring in his mind, eagerly devouring his pleasure, experiencing it with him.

Gavin keens at the feeling of something prodding at his entrance, nodding frantically and gasping when it presses inside. 

It’s like nothing he’s ever felt before, smooth and slick tendrils sliding into him and exploring, swelling inside him until he’s filled so perfectly. He shudders and clenches down, gasping at the fullness. 

Fuck, then Nines starts moving, not thrusting but pulsing, rubbing deliciously against his inner walls. Gavin moans with every movement, drooling onto the pillow as his throaty ah ah ah’s fill the room. 

Gavin’s drowning in pleasure, his eyes rolling back in his head. But then Nines presses up firmly, directly into his prostate, squeezing around Gavin’s cock at the same time. Gavin very nearly wails, babbling desperately. 

“Oh fuck, baby I’m so close- Nines, please sweetheart, I’m gonna come- don’t stop, baby please don’t stop-” He begs, writhing in Nines’ all-encompassing hold. 

“Gavin.”

His name is growled out loud, Gavin hears it right next to his ear, not in his mind, and the faint scrape of sharp teeth on his throat tips him over the edge. 

Gavin��s voice cracks on a sob, mewling Nines’ name as he comes in long, aching pulses. His toes curl as pleasure rips through him so strongly it almost hurts. He clenches down hard on the tendrils inside him, thighs trembling from the force of his orgasm. 

Nines keeps moving, drawing it out until Gavin is whimpering from oversensitivity, finally relenting. 

Gavin melts into the mattress when Nines releases him, completely boneless. Instead of vanishing beneath his skin, Nines settles across his body like a soothing, form-fitted blanket, petting affectionately at Gavin’s arms and shoulders. 

Fuck, Gavin’s never come that hard in his life.

Was my performance satisfactory?

The smugness radiating through their mental bond was almost palpable. 

“You’re fucking insufferable.” Gavin slurs, tremors still running intermittently through his muscles. 

Perhaps more practice will be needed.

Gavin’s spent dick twitches pathetically at the thought. “If you want.” He mutters hoarsely. Gavin definitely wants. But his eyelids are drooping, and he nestles down into the pillow. A faint question tugs at the edge of Gavin’s mind. “Nap first, food after.” He mumbles, “And I’ll get your lava cake.” A moment’s pause. 

… Can we get two lava cakes?

Gavin smiles fondly into the pillow, chuckling quietly at the timid question. 

“Yeah baby, we can get two lava cakes.”

[candycityy]

based on @pufferssss' discord headcanon of levi taking care of petra while she's on her period. just fluff, because my babies deserve it, sue me.

(You can also read this on AO3!)

==

She's off her game today.

He'd noticed it earlier that morning, during PT. He'd assigned them to complete a circuit, and most of the squad had groaned and complied, but she'd remained silent, just turned a shade paler.

"Something wrong, Ral?" he'd asked, when her face twisted into a pained expression. For a second, she'd looked at him entreatingly, like she was trying to communicate something with her gaze.

When he just stared blankly back, she'd sighed and shook her head. "Nothing, sir," she'd grumbled, before turning around and going off on the ten-kilometre jog.

But now – something's definitely wrong, he's sure of it. She looks distracted and self-conscious, her eyes flickering between the guys and him, and she keeps adjusting her uniform even though as far as Levi can see, every strap is perfectly in place. She's pale, too, looking far too drained for one measley circuit –for all her flaws, Petra's never been one to back down from a challenge, let alone show a sign of weakness.

He watches as she maneuvers robotically towards the end-point, slicing at the rubber-foam targets in an almost absent-minded way, wearing that pained, distracted expression. When an Abnormal emerges suddenly from the side, plywood arm raised for attack, he waits for her to snap to attention and dodge.

Instead, she turns, much too slowly and goes, as if in a daze, "Huh?" The arm slams down on her wires, and she lets out a shriek as she struggles to recalibrate her position while dangling mid-air. His irritation mounting, he swiftly swings over and plucks her out of the air, ignoring her protests, and dumps her unceremoniously on the ground. Following his lead, Eld, Gunther, and Auruo alight on the ground, expressions tight and wary.

"What the hell was that?" he demands. But instead of looking sheepish like she usually would, she shoots him a venomous glare. Like it's his fault she failed to dodge a damn piece of plywood.

"Sorry," she mutters, sounding not the least bit apologetic. Levi stares at her in disbelief. They've been together for a while, sure, but she's never been insubordinate like this, let alone in front of their squadmates, in the middle of drills.

"Ral." His tone is frigid. "I'll say it once more. What the hell was that? You're being out of line, and your drills were atrocious." His tone is harsh, and her gaze snaps to his, bright with fury.

"I said," she hisses, "I was sorry."

He's angry, now. "Well, you sure have a fucking funny way of showing it."

"Oh, fuck you, Levi," she spits, and there's a sharp intake of breath all around – Petra never curses, and she never calls him by name during training.

"Petra!" Eld exclaims. "Sir, as second-in-command, I'll take care of this – you can continue with the drills –"

"Fuck you too, Eld." She gets to her feet, dusting herself off, and glares around at her squadmates.

He's had enough. "Ral, I don't know why you think it's okay to speak to us this way, but –"

"I'm on my period," she finally bites out. She spins around, eyes flashing, and everyone but him takes an involuntary step back. "And I don't know what I did wrong but this time it feels like I'm being stabbed in the abdomen by a thousand daggers and I'm pretty sure I've bled through these stupid fucking white pants and God help me I'm so done with all of you insensitive fuckers."

There's a beat. He finally finds his voice, and says, lamely, "You should have spoken up earlier. You could've gone to the sick bay if it was that bad."

At that, she honest-to-goodness snarls at him, baring her teeth and curling her lip like a cornered animal. "Then. I'll. Go." The words come out in a low growl, and it's all he can do to keep his expression flat and unreadable.

"Go, then." For a second, her mask of fury cracks, and her eyes fill with tears.

But then she turns on her heel and stalks off, her boots crunching in the dust. He notices, belatedly, that there's a smudge of red on the back of her pants.

His squad stands there, shocked into silence. "You go tell her, Auruo," Eld says finally.

"What? No way, you do it, you're second-in-command –"

As the guys argue between themselves, Levi presses his head into his hands and wonders briefly why the universe seems to hate him.

==

Later, when he knocks on the door, he's not surprised when he doesn't get a reply.

Steeling himself for the worst, he pushes the door open a crack. She's not on the bed. Maybe I'll just go in and wait for her, then, he thinks, before a soft moan makes his gaze snap to the ground.

It's Petra, curled up into a fetal position on the ground. She's sweating despite the mild temperature, and her skin has taken on a deathly pallour.

She groans again, and the sound startles him out of his reverie. He opens the door and steps in. "What the hell, Petra?" he mutters under his breath, kneeling on the ground next to her. Her eyes are closed, and he thinks he hears a muffled fuck off before she sighs, turning onto her other side and pulling her knees even more tightly to her chest.

Despite her mumbled protests, he lifts her carefully back onto the bed and pours her a glass of water. "Open," he orders, gently lifting her head and thumbing her lip. She bites his thumb halfheartedly, and he lets out an irritated grunt.

"Dammit, Petra, it's just medicine for the pain. Quit being a stubborn brat and open up already." She mumbles something unintelligible, maybe another curse, but obediently opens her mouth and swallows the small white pill dry, ignoring the glass of water and grimacing as she does it.

Her eyelids flutter weakly, and she looks up at him through half-lidded eyes. "Go away, you ass. Don't wanna talk to you. Ugh, it hurts." She lets out a high-pitched whine, the sound somehow both irritated and agonised at the same time, and he snorts – it's just so Petra for her to be frustrated at her own pain.

"Lie down," he orders, pulling a hot water bottle out his bag and tucking it roughly into her arms. She presses it to her abdomen and curls into the warmth, making a small, pleased sound, and even though her hair clings to her damp forehead and her clothes are a rumpled mess, it's still inexplicably, ridiculously cute.

"Better?" he asks. She nods sleepily – and then, a few moments, just as she seems on the verge of dozing off, she sits up abruptly, almost shoving him off the bed in the process.

She looks at him with wide, panicked eyes. "You – oh, no," she groans. "You can't be here. My room is a mess, I'm a mess, there's a pile of bloody laundry in the corner..." Levi inwardly recoils at that, but manages to keep his face carefully composed, "...and – ugh – just, get out get out get out." She collapses back into bed, throws a pillow at his general direction (he dodges), and lets out a cry that's somewhere between exasperation and embarrassment.

"You're welcome," he deadpans, and she drapes an arm over her flushed face, covering her eyes. "I'll leave soon. Just as soon as you tell me you're okay."

"I'm okay, now get out." Her words are muffled from underneath her arm. With an irritated sigh, he gets up, pausing only when she peeks out from under her arm (again with the ridiculous cute) and asks, "where'd you get the hot water bottle from?"

"Nifa." He frowns, recalling the thinly veiled disapproval on the girl's face when he'd confided in her the morning's events.

"Oh." Her voice is small. "Um. Captain – Levi," she amends, and hesitates.

"Yeah?"

"Thanks. You know. For everything. And, uh, sorry for freaking out earlier." Her arm goes back over her face.

"It's fine." Levi lets out a short exhale, and against his better judgment, leans back over her slight figure to gently brush the tangled hair out of her face. Her face is still fever-hot, and she sighs at the coolness of his touch.

"Feel better, Petra," he says, quietly. As he gets up to leave, his eyes flicker to the pile of laundry at the corner at the corner of the room.

Every cell in his cleanliness-obsessed body screams in protest.

Oh, what the hell. Without making a sound, he lifts the bundle into his arms – keeping it as far away from his face as possible – and leaves, closing the door quietly behind him.

Levi Ackerman, he thinks grimly to himself, as he makes his way towards the laundry room, you are such a fucking loser.

==

The next morning, Petra wakes up to a pile of clean, perfectly pressed laundry outside her door.

There's a note. Ral, it says, in a familiar, elegant script, you owe me a new bottle of bleach. Let me know when you're better, because I'm still giving your insubordinate ass a week of latrine duty. C.L.

Carefully, she folds the piece of paper and closes the door behind her. She flops onto her bed, feeling an irrepressible smile spread over her face – and somehow, all of a sudden – the ache in her abdomen doesn't feel quite so bad.

[deedee-sims]

The bathroom scene from chapter 7, please :P

@episims @themeasureofasim there’s clearly a pattern here :P

Warnings: injury, blood, alcohol, pining

This party sucks.

Which is weird, because Kit’s parties never suck. But there’s something prickling in the back of my mind that I can’t put my finger on.

It’s frustrating.

I down the contents of my cup – I lost track of what’s in it a while ago – waiting for the sweet buzz to drown my thoughts.

Fuck.

I feel a sudden pain in my hand.

“Rhett, you okay?”

I have to squint to get out Holly’s face in front of me. I look down to the shattered glass on the table in front of me. Huh. I raise my palm to see a red stripe forming.

“I… think I’m bleeding.”

“Okay, stay here, I get something,” Holly says somewhere.

I watch, mesmerized as the red spreads on my hand. One drop drips down to the remnants of my glass. Then another.

Drip drip.

I see two delicate hands wrapping something white around my hand.

“Maybe you should sit down-“

“I’m going home.”

“Um, alright.” She hesitates for a bit, and I look up to see worry on her face. “Do you need us to drop you home?”

I shake my head. The last thing I want right now is company. “It’s just a few blocks.”

“Okay… call us if you need something.”

***

When I step into my apartment, I feel a little less dizzy at least.

The something is still bothering me, though.

Olls looks out from his room, already in sleepwear, looking cute.

Oh, fuck me.

“What happened to your hand?”

Hand? I look at his worried face, then down to my palm. “Uh, I think I cut it or something”

“It's soaked, let me change it,” he grunts, and grabs my wrist. His fingers are warm on my skin as he leads me to the bathroom.

He starts fiddling with my hand, and I let him. His steady presence doesn’t bother me like the crowd at the party. The air faintly smells like mint, that I irreversibly associate with him. My head feels heavy.

“You're going to stitch it too, Dr. Pearson?” I tease.

“If you wish to sue me for malpractice, I can try.”

I let out a chuckle. Nah, he’s too good to mess it up. “You’re funny.”

“And you're drunk.”

And I wonder why am I drunk in the first place? I wanted to forget something. The prickling is gone. The water is sloshing. Olls is warm against me. I have to stop thinking about kissing him.

Fuck.

“It hurts?” he asks, stopping for a moment.

I don’t want to worry him even more. “No.”

He continues in silence then, tender fingers wrapping a bandage around my hand. I know I should move away, he probably doesn’t want me this close. I wish I could stop thinking about him.

“It's gonna heal shortly, just keep the bandage on.”

“Thanks doc.” I smile at him.

“That'll be fifty.”

Huh?

“No, it was a joke!” he insists, grabbing my arm.

And here I am again, looking at his beautiful eyes.

“You're blushing.”

“I'm not.”

He’s very cute when he’s blushing. I think I said it out loud. I wish I could kiss him.

He lets go of my arm, and that one point of warmth vanishes.

“Are you… okay?”

I shake my head. “Yeah, I mean, not gonna lie, I’m dizzy as fuck-“

“That’s not what I meant.”

I can’t keep looking at his face anymore. Even if I wanted to tell him what’s wrong, I couldn’t, I don’t know how. It’s not like I talked about stuff like this… for years.

“I’m fine, really. But I think I'm just going to sleep. I'm tired.”

He purses his lips for a moment, irritated. “Right. Sleep well then.”

“Night, Olls.”

When I return to my room, everything is quiet. Except my mind.