this is what police look like right

Babe, where’s my razor?

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: None (fluff)

Word count: 979

Summary: The reader can’t stand Dean shaving all the time so she takes action!

A/N: Have you guys ever fantasized about Dean’s facial hair? If your answer is yes, this is the perfect fic for you!

It all started on a hunt a while back when you and Dean were stuck in a motel in the middle of nowhere. Dean had forgotten to pack his razor and since there was no drugstore in sight, he didn’t care which resulted in the sexy scruff that was starting to show itself on his cheeks.

Of course you didn’t mind. The opposite was the case actually. Watching him sit at the coffee table with his left elbow propped up, his heavenly scruffy face resting on his hand, was a view you thoroughly enjoyed.

Sadly, the morning after you guys returned to the bunker your new favorite thing about Dean was gone. You could have simply told him to keep it but you couldn’t stand seeing that self-satisfied smirk you were sure would play across his full lips once you admitted your weakness.

The next time you went on a hunt Dean did not forget to pack his razor, much to your disappointment.

But you came up with something that would hopefully work. Now it was your turn to smirk.

“I’m going to grab us something to eat. I’ll be back in half an hour,” your gorgeous, green-eyed boyfriend told you before he left the room.

Time to get to work.

You made your way to Dean’s duffel bag and after searching through it for a few seconds you found the evil object which kept that amazing scruff away from you.

Discarding it quickly you stood in the middle of the room but your victory was short lived. You knew Dean would go to the drugstore next to the motel to get a new one when he wouldn’t be able to find it, so you needed a backup plan.

Some may think that you were crazy for doing this but you didn’t care. You were firmly determined to go to all extents in order to accomplish your mission.

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First vest I made (2014-5ish) vs the second(2017). To all the young punks and those just getting into the scene: don’t feel like you have to look a certain way or like certain things (alot of my first patches are related to YA novels for fuck sake). Give your self room to grow and to love what you make. Punk is about empowerment so make whatever the fuck you like.

drcaptainawesomecat  asked:

What happened to you in the Dunkin' Donuts?

Alright I’m home so I can finally tell this story. 

So me and my mom are on our way home from NYC take and my mom accidentally took the wrong exit so we ended up in this bum-fuck-no-where town, but my mom has to pee and i’m starving so we stop at the only place in town which is a Dunkin Donuts. 

So we go in and my mom goes into bathroom and I get in line to get some food. Meanwhile there are five people in this Dunkin Donuts besides me and my mom; the two ladies working, a couple that’s eating at a table in the corner, and a blonde soccer mom behind me in line. 

As I go up to order these two cops come in and start talking to the couple, I order a couple of donuts and a hot chocolate and wait. All of a sudden, mayhem breaks out… at least between the couple and the cops. The girl is crying, the guy is shouting, the cops are telling the man to calm down, they aren’t arresting him they merely want to ask him a couple of questions. Meanwhile, the workers and the woman behind me in line are doing absolutely nothing to acknowledge that this is actually happening. Eventually the guy tries to get physical with the cops so thing are escalating and this other girl walks in and DOESN’T ONCE LOOK AT THE SCENE THAT IS HAPPENING and just goes to the lady in line and goes “AMANDA?!?! OH MY GOODNESS! LONG TIME NO SEE!” and I just want to be like B I T C H DO YOU SEE WHAT IS HAPPENING RIGHT NOW?!?!?! 

So eventually the lady hands me my donuts and hot chocolate and just says “same shit, different day. Thanks for stopping with us along the way.” (WHICH I’M JUST REALIZING R H Y M E D) at this point the police and the couple have fucking vanished, I don’t know where they went or what happened to them but they’re fucking gone. My mom comes out of the bathroom and asks if I’m ready to go and I say yes, I’m very very very very ready to fucking leave. 

So anyway we left and I’m still not entirely sure if this actually happened and I don’t think I’m ever going to get answers. I’m pretty sure the entire town was a fever dream. 

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Mikael: Oh fuck. 

Yousef: Hey people. 

Elias: What’s up? Welcome back. Today it’s about violent police fails.

Yousef: Violent police?

Elias: Yeah, fails that the police do.

Elias and Yousef: Hold on tight. 

Adam: *reaction to video* Wtf, do your job. You’re playing piano in the middle of the street.

Mutasim: Just let him play. 

Elias: He’s american, he’s american.

Mikael: Watch now. 

Yousef: Are you serious? I didn’t see. 

Elias: He’s walking away. Look at what he’s wearing. He was shot instead. 

Adam: Everyone listen to what she’s saying. Shh.

Elias: Pause. This right here is racism. Perhaps it’s funny to laugh about videos like these. But it’s not funny when it happens to you. Police violence is a huge issue in today’s society. The way they abuse their power in order to suppress people like me is totally unacceptable. “Innvandrerstatistikk.no” says that 96 % of all police men and women are part of KKK.

Elias: Ey, shut up. We’re finished for today. 

Adam: Can’t your slave go get us some soda? 

Elias: Thank you for watching today.

Mutasim: Remember to subscribe. 

Elias: I hope you enjoyed the video. 

Adam: Thumbs up, subscribe.

The Pepsi Marketing Team: A dialogue

Scene: Three white dudes sitting around a meeting table, at Pepsi HQ. 

Marketing dude 1: So guys, I’ve been thinking, protests are huge right now. How about we integrate protests into our commercial concept?

Marketing dude 2: Great idea, Chad! Man, what is all that protesting about anyway?

CHAD: I have no idea Bryce, but its HOT.

Marketing dude 3: You know what else is HOT? The Kardashians.

CHAD: Good thinking, Brad. So how can we put it all together?

BRYCE: I’ve got it guys. So here’s the scene, a protest , right–

CHAD, interjecting: — not political though, like, just a protest

BRYCE: (excitedly) yeah, yeah exactly. A protest is going on, and then switch scenes– Kendall is doing a photo shoot— 

BRAD: –You know she’s a model? 

CHAD: Wow, so hard-working.

BRYCE: –anyway she sees the protest. And she’s like, so “woke” right–

BRAD: –Woke?

CHAD: That’s a hot phrase right now.

BRAD: What does it mean? 

BRYCE: It means like, “trendy”, but with politics or whatever.

CHAD: That doesn’t sound quite right.

BRYCE: Whatever. ANYWAY, So Kendall is like “oh a protest!” and the crowd of protesters approach a wall of police–

BRAD (excitedly) : in riot gear???!

CHAD: No no, not riot gear, we don’t want to make the police look bad.

BRYCE: Ok yeah. they’re monitoring peacefully. and the protesters are all happy and dancing.

CHAD: yeah man, I went to Coachella once, and that’s totally like a protest, so we can do like a Coachella aesthetic.

BRAD: Nice.

BRYCE: OK ok guys so here’s the kicker right? Kendall joins the protest, and she’s got a Pepsi, right? And so she walks up to one of the police, and she gives him a Pepsi- and then like, the protest is solved!

BRAD: OH man that is SO good

CHAD: Bryce you are a genius.

(A manager pokes his head into the meeting room)

MANAGER:  Hey guys, what have you got for me so far?

CHAD: Well, we’ve got a kind of “Pepsi solves World Peace” vibe going. 

MANAGER: That sounds pretty good– hey make sure you throw some “diversity” in there, ok? Our market testing numbers show that people like that.

CHAD: Yeah of course- already on it!

(Manager smacks the door frame twice, then leaves)

BRAD: Well…. Kendall is like… not white, right?

BRYCE: I’m not sure dude, but “Kardashian” doesn’t sound white

CHAD: “Jenner” does though….

BRAD: ok ok, we’ll find a way to get some diversity in there. We can ask Areeb from product management!

BRYCE: Nice. 

CHAD: Ok so the idea is; An apolitical protest is going on– for world peace or something– and Kendall sees it while she is modeling. And she’s so “woke” so she leaves her shoot to join the cause. She’s like, just another person, “just like everyone else” type of deal. 

Cut in Coachella scenes- but like– with diversity– she moves through the crowd, she’s got the Pepsi, and she brings the Pepsi to the police.

BRAD: The upstanding professional “serve and protect-ors”

CHAD: Exactly. So she brings the Pepsi to the police and the vibe is, like, a peace-offering 

BRYCE: World peace is solved

BRAD: World peace is solved!

CHAD: nice work everyone. I’ll make a powerpoint. 

Murder on the Orient Express promo pic from October ‘17 issue of Empire
(Scanned by me)

Was it a trap?

Was there enough time for Seungbae to plan something before Sangwoo got inside? I mean, he had enough time for Bum to show him the trap door, and then get down there. I wouldn’t necessarily think Seungbae was actually smart enough for that, but maybe I haven’t given him enough credit. 

When everyone comes hurling out of the basement, Seungbae’s feet are shown:

This looks to me likes he’s waiting. He is waiting for Sangwoo to follow him. Why? Also, if you look at the way his feet are positioned, you can see he was always headed for the kitchen. 

And again, he waits. Why not just leave the house like a normal person would when they’re being pursued by a knifed assailant? Is it pride? Now that he knows he’s right, he needs to ‘defeat’ Sangwoo? Why does he wait for Sangwoo to follow him?

He only moves when Sangwoo starts after him again. From what we saw in the chapter, it didn’t really seem like Seungbae had much of a plan once he was INSIDE the house (brilliant police work as always, Seungbae), but this seems like too deliberate a set-up to be nothing. Whether it’s a red herring or not is another matter, but damn if it doesn’t look like Sangwoo is being led by the nose here.

Strength of Spirit- Part 2

Dean Winchester walks into your laundromat looking very much like your next one night stand. Instead, tragedy strikes, and you end up in the middle of a nightmare, with only Dean (and his brother Sam) to help you navigate it.

Part 1

Summary of Part 2: Dean gets you to safety. You find out what he really does for a living.

Warning: none for this chapter

Word Count: 1850ish

A/N: It’s been a while since I’ve done a series that wasn’t just smut. I’m hoping we’ll all have some fun with it! XOXO


Your whole body was numb as you moved, not feeling the steps beneath your feet as Dean pulled you down the stairs of your apartment building and out onto the street. He didn’t let go of your hand until he dumped you in the passenger seat of a car.

That’s when the panic set in.

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Nowhere Near Done | Dean Winchester x Female Reader

Warnings: Smut, NSFW gifs (not mine), Dirty Talk, Dom/Sub hints.

Words: 1262


“Alright, guys,” I exclaimed, walking into the library where the brothers are waiting for me, “do I look like a real, sophisticated FBI agent?” I twirled dramatically.

Dean and Sam both stood, eyes large and mouths hanging at the jaw. I felt my cheeks heat up at their reactions.

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coffee |pjm| x |jjk|

Originally posted by jikookdetails

pairing: jimin x jungkook

words: 1.3k+

genre: fluff, slight angst

summary: jungkook has had his eye on the cute barista since the first time he had walked through the door, and he wasn’t going to let anyone treat his sunshine badly. 

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halloween

warnings: cheating, blood, one act of violence, a lot of hurt. non descriptive talk of sex (they are at least 18 in this)

words: 3559

summary: “hey can someone write a halloween fic where reddie is definitely dating and have been for a while but bill dressed up like a cop and eddie can’t resist him, like i want an actual quote to be “bill you know i’m dating richie,” i want a lot of angst and richie needs to cry like twice and punch bill !!!!!”

available on AO3

thanks to @wyattghouleff for not only bringing this prompt to the world but also letting me fill it! i hope you like it <3

Eddie Kaspbrak looked himself over in the mirror, once, twice, before deciding he couldn’t look any more depressing even if he tried. Richie had come up with the idea of a partner costume and Eddie had foolishly agreed. And now, here he stood on Halloween night with no other option than to leave his house in the worst costume ever conceived by mankind, a lock.

Richie was, of course, wearing the other half. The key. He glared at his reflection once again and decided he hated Richie Tozier.

His phone beeped from its spot on his bed. He picked it up, reading Richie’s text which said he was there, and sighed deeply at the mirror one more time before he left.

Eddie was prepared for the snorts and the teasing before he even opened the car door. “Richie, if you say one word you will never have sex again.” Richie merely smirked at him. He had a hard time tearing his eyes off his boyfriend to look at the road though, too caught up in how soft and smooth Eddie’s thighs looked. His soft, pink lips and his big eyes that made him look so innocent yet incredibly sexy at the same time. Hoping Eddie wouldn’t notice his blatant staring, Richie bit the inside of his cheek hard and looked towards the road. Once he was sure Eddie was settled in he pulled back onto the street and took off.

Eddie of course, couldn’t resist talking about how funny Richie looked. “How is anyone supposed to take you serious?” he tried asking in between giggles, the oversized key stitched to the front of Richie’s costume was bent in half so it could fit in the car, and the costume was tight around Richie’s neck, making him look like he was wearing a turtleneck. Richie looked at him with a glare.

“You’re the one wearing the girl part.” he retorted. Eddie merely rolled his eyes and looked ahead, resting the side of his head on the window. Richie couldn’t help but notice the smile on his boyfriend’s face though.

“You’re an idiot.” Eddie said with no heat. Richie was filled with such an overwhelming amount of love for Eddie. On a good day it was hard for him to contain how much he actually adored Eddie, but right now he just wanted to pull over and kiss Eddie breathless.

The speed limit was 25 on the streets they were taking, but Richie was doing almost 40. Eddie kept reminding him to slow down but eventually he gave up, recognizing when a situation was out of his control. They were lucky they weren’t pulled over, he thought. He couldn’t have been more happier to have finally pulled up at Bill’s house. The car was barely stopped and he was opening the door, eager to get out and greet the rest of the Loser’s club. Richie turned the ignition and pulled the key out, chuckling at how eager Eddie looked. “Easy tiger, you that eager for everyone to see our lovely costumes for the evening?”

Eddie was brought back to reality and subsequently his outfit. His mood soured, but quickly bounced back when Richie wrapped a warm arm around his waist and led him along. Moments like that were the rare times he enjoyed being short. When Richie acted all protective and he could just sink into his boyfriend’s side. The costumes made it tough, but they managed.

Beverly snorted beer out of her nose when she seen them, a smile stretching over her entire face. “What the fuck are you guys wearing?” her voice was incredulous as if she couldn’t believe Richie had somehow gotten Eddie to agree to a costume that stupid. Richie looked down at the key jutting out in front of him. It felt like a badly written soap opera. He laughed loudly and nudged her shoulder with his, “yeah, yeah!” he had to shout over the music but it was no problem for him. “Wheres Bill?”

“Ruh-ruh-right here!” a new voice said. Eddie looked and stiffened. There was his childhood best friend, dressing in the tightest police uniform costume he had ever seen in his 18 years of life. As Richie laughed and moved away from him to clap Bill on his back, shouting,

“Nice costume man! Who’re you trying to impress?”

Eddie was having a hard time breathing. He hoped he wasn’t being too obvious, but it didn’t seem like anyone was paying attention to him anyway. Bill was wearing black pants that accentuated just how long his legs actually were, a leather belt keeping them at his waist. Moving up, Eddie noticed that the tight shirt wasn’t a shirt at all but a vest. The sleeves looked like they had been cut off, and Eddie honestly couldn’t tell whether that was on purpose or if it was cut to be that way after Bill had bought it. It looked so good on Bill, tight in all the right places that made him feel hot all over. For the first time he noticed how tan Bill’s arms were and how over the years he had developed somewhat of a muscle on each arm. Handcuffs and badges accented the costume, and Eddie’s mind could conjure up things that could be done with those hand cuffs- he shut the thought down. On Bill’s head was the topper: a police hat that actually looked real compared to the rest of the costume.

Stop this! He shouted at himself. You’re in a relationship with Richie, who is not only right in front of you but also Bill’s friend! Out loud, he teasingly said, “yeah, Bill! Looking for something tonight?” he moved back into Richie’s space to try and get the man to touch him in some way. If Richie would touch him then he wouldn’t think of Bill- and oh, Richie habitually slung his arm loosely around Eddie’s hips, pulling him towards his chest. Eddie noticed Bill watching them, watching Richie’s hand covering his entire hip bone. He shivered and looked away, distracted by his thoughts again. He should not be feeling this way over something so stupid as a costume. It went against every value he carried, not to mention the morally wrongness of it all.

Richie and Bill carried on talking and Eddie barely paid attention. Instead he watched as Beverly and Ben moved to the dance floor. He watched people dancing and singing and drinking, watched as Stan danced with some boy he didn’t recognize, and still he couldn’t get Bill’s dumb outfit out of his head. He distantly heard Bill making fun of their couple costume and Richie trying valiantly to defend the decision. Neither of them noticed that Eddie was there physically but not mentally.

After what felt like a tortuous forever, Bill finally said he’d see them later and disappeared into the crowd. Eddie came back to himself and Richie kissed his forehead softly. Eddie closed his eyes and swallowed the spit building up. He felt terrible, and all he had really done was think about Bill. Richie was good to him, for him even, and yet he was still thinking of another person. Someone who was their friend no less. “Are you okay, Ed’s?” Eddie had given up on trying to get Richie to stop calling him that a while ago.  “You seem a bit distracted is all.”

Eddie tilted his head up and let his gaze slip downward to Richie’s lips. Chapped as always, he noticed, but also red. Richie noticed him looking, he always did, and covered Richie’s mouth with his own in a slow kiss. They pulled apart after a few seconds, but Richie quickly kissed him again, this time more hungrily. Richie had always been a good kisser, definitely better than him. Maybe it was the setting or the mood but Eddie felt that he was even better tonight.

Richie noticed that Eddie’s lips tasted like mint chapstick. Maybe if I kiss him enough, my lips won’t be so chapped anymore, he thought to himself slyly. Eddie trembled with goosebumps when Richie ran his hand down the back of his costume and further south. It was then he realized how uncomfortable it was to be kissing Richie with the key part pressing into him. His face was scarlet when he pulled away, too embarrassed to even speak. “The uh- the key.” was all he could manage before Richie was laughing again.

“Come on, let’s go get drinks.” Richie grabbed his hand and the two of them started towards the kitchen. Yes, drinks, Eddie thought, that should be good.

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It was later in the night. Eddie drank a little and was hanging off Richie. Richie hadn’t drank anything at all. He was their ride home after all. He couldn’t help but find Eddie so adorable when he was drunk, or close to it anyway. He also couldn’t deny the unstoppable need to pee. “Eddie, “ he tried getting his boyfriend’s attention, but Eddie was too focused on leaving wet kisses on the part of his neck that was exposed and he didn’t respond. “Eddie!” Richie said a little louder, gently pushing him away by his shoulders. “I’ll be right back. Stay here.” he pressed a quick kiss to Eddie’s lips and then he was gone.

    Eddie looked around for anyone he might know but he couldn’t spot anyone at all. Since when did stuttering Bill know this many people? He didn’t even know this many people and he doubted Richie did either. Besides the overwhelming amount of people filling Bill’s house the party was still a great one. He knew Bill had gone all out planning, making everything as perfect as he could with the short time his parents would be gone.

    Suddenly Bill appeared as if Eddie thinking about him conjured him up. He was close enough that Eddie felt his body heat before he heard him. “Buh-buh-boo!” he shouted, trying to scare Eddie. The music had been turned up by somebody between now and when Richie and him arrived. Now he could barely hear anyone unless they were right next to his ear.

    Eddie laughed boisterously. “Nice try!” he yelled back, realizing how close Bill actually was to him. Eddie leaned in closer and poked Bill in the chest with his pointer finger. “You’re not very good at scaring me, Denbrough.”

    “Yeah?” he was silent for a moment, just looking over Eddie’s flushed face. How he somehow looked both cute and dumb in the costume and delectable at the same time. With his shaved legs that Bill couldn’t help but notice. He thought of Richie and wondered if Eddie was thinking the same. Without thinking of the consequences he leaned down so his mouth was touching Eddie’s ear and said, “can I show you something upstairs?” butterflies erupted in his stomach when after a few tense moments Eddie nodded his head.

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    Richie couldn’t find Eddie anywhere and he was beginning to panic. He even began stopping random people and asking them, “have you seen a boy about, eh maybe this height? He’s wearing the other half of this costume.” and most of the time he either received blank stares or a quick no. Imagining the worst situation possible came easy to Richie, it was his number one talent next to being an asshole who couldn’t keep his mouth shut. Someone trying to abduct Eddie from the house, maybe a band of assholes made him feel shitty for being gay and he was hiding in the bathroom, or worse still: Pennywise. A cold dread filled him but he fought to push it down. Eddie was fine, Pennywise was dead. Richie desperately wanted to find him so they could leave. It was getting late.

    He spotted Stan in the kitchen. “Dude!” he shouted, “have you seen Eddie?” Stan looked like he was making some sort of elaborate drink. Or trying to anyway.

“Eddie? Yeah, he went with Bill earlier.” Richie breathed a sigh of relief. He was with Bill, that was fine. At least he’s safe. Still, a thought lingered. Why was Eddie with Bill? The two of them were great friends, sure, but they were at a halloween party and Eddie had come with him. Jealously curled in his gut and Richie told himself that he was being stupid.

“Thank you.” Richie said, leaning down and looking closer at the drink. “What are you making? This looks like Eddie’s mom’s piss.”

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    Turns out what Bill had wanted to show Eddie was a drawing the older boy had made. The drawing depicted all seven of them, arms linked around one another as everyone smiled with glee. It was good, and Eddie told him so. The room was dim so Eddie couldn’t really make out the small details but he could tell that the lines were neat and that the color and shading pulled it all together. The result was a beautifully semi realistic drawing where even in the only light coming from the moon Eddie could tell it was perfect. Or maybe he was just drunk and focusing too much on what it looked like rather than how he was alone with Bill. Eddie distantly reminded himself that he wasn’t drunk, not really. He had two beers and wasn’t even close to being smashed.

    Bill thanked him and he realized how close they were again. Bill and him locked eyes and he suddenly felt self conscious but he couldn’t look away. Bill’s hands came up to rest on Eddie’s hips, pulling him even closer. It was like they were magnets who couldn’t stay away for two long. Eddie could feel the tension in the air, goosebumps rose along his arms. Eddie knew he wasn’t the first to admire Bill’s costume, or his golden tan legs and developing abs from all the working out he’d been doing lately. Eddie knew this and still, he couldn’t help but feel that Bill was looking at him like he was the only person in the world. And maybe he was.

    What was he doing? Richie was probably downstairs waiting for him. Bill was his best friend. No way should this be happening. He tried desperately to convince himself but Bill was still looking at him intensely and he was staring back and suddenly, the world stopped. His heart rate quickened.

    Bill Denbrough was kissing him. On the lips. And he responded immediately, kissing him back with just as much fervor. Bill’s mouth was warm, his lips were soft which was an obvious difference to Richie’s..oh god, Richie. Eddie pulled back just as quick as he came, lips parted and swollen already. Bill’s face had no visible reaction.

    “We can’t do this- we shouldn’t do this. Bill; you know I’m dating Richie.” Eddie said it quietly and in such a way that Bill felt like he was trying to convince himself. Bill wasn’t one to force anything, even if he was disappointed. He loosened his grip on Eddie’s hips but still kept his hands there while Eddie’s gaze flicked up and down his face.

    Eddie’s lips were on his again but this time the kiss wasn’t uncertain, it was hungry. Bill was surprised at the sudden change but he wasn’t complaining either. He felt Eddie’s smaller, softer hands cupping his cheek bones and holding him. He tasted around tentatively with his tongue and Eddie opened his mouth with a low whimper. For a second, Bill believed he was in pain. He realized a moment later that Eddie was enjoying it, quite a lot.

    Bill couldn’t resist this. He couldn’t resist Eddie just as much as he knew Eddie couldn’t resist him. The sounds the shorter boy was making, how flushed his face was and how swollen his lips already were. Richie was his best friend but this felt good.

Eddie was left breathless after Bill pulled away. Eddie couldn’t think, he didn’t want to even think about thinking, so he pulled Bill back to him and shut his mind off.

Bill guided Eddie to his bed, on the way taking his cop hat off and placing it delicately on the boys head. Eddie settled in Bill’s lap, capturing his lips in another heated kiss.  Eddie could feel that Bill was hard. He was too, but Bill seemed big. Hesitantly and shyly Eddie moved his hips back and forth. At Bill’s resounding groan and the way his fingers tightened on Eddie’s hips, he knew they were both enjoying it. They stayed like that for a while.

Richie found them because he heard Eddie. He knew the tone of the boy’s voice, when he was close to coming. The door was cracked. Unadulterated rage filled him and watching Eddie grind down in Bill’s lap broke his heart into millions of tiny pieces. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

Richie slammed the door all the way open with his fist, causing Eddie to jump off Bill’s lap like a firecracker. Eddie’s face was filled with evident shock, mouth parted and eyes wide with fear. Richie glanced between Eddie and Bill, mind racing a mile a minute trying to comprehend what he just saw. Sure it hurt, but right now he was angry. Later he could cry.

“What the fuck?” his voice was loud and cutthroat. He ran his sweaty palm through his curly, tangle hair, and tugged on it roughly. Eddie said nothing, which made him even angrier. “I’ve been looking for you, Eddie. For almost an hour now I’ve been looking for you, and all I had to do was follow the sound of- of Bill fucking you!” he yelled, scoffing in disbelief.

Eddie had the audacity to look sheepish. Richie would show him what being sheepish meant, and in his anger he rushed forward to grab him. Bill stood up quickly and stood half way in front of Eddie, blocking Richie’s path. “Ruh-ruh-richie, t-this is mu-mu-”

Richie stopped short. “Yah-yah-your fault?” Richie snapped, cutting off Bill’s stuttering by mocking him. Eddie’s mouth dropped open. “Fuck you, Bill. Move.” Eddie had never seen Richie look so angry before. It scared him, especially because he was the cause. Richie tried to grab Eddie again but Bill blocked him. Richie stopped, feeling like time slowed, and looked between Bill’s hand and his face. He wasn’t thinking when he blindly threw his closed fist out, striking Bill in the face hard. The bigger boy stumbled back but caught himself, holding his now bleeding nose.

“Richie, what the hell!” Eddie shouted, throwing his arms out to block Richie from going after Bill again, who was now behind him. Richie turned his hard gaze on Eddie and pushed his tinier hand away easily. Eddie was sporting hickies on his neck, which did nothing to fan the flame of anger and betrayal in Richie’s heart. His hair was tousled and messed up, and not to mention how fucked he looked. Something broke inside Richie and he began to cry. Ugly crying with snot and all. He screamed and slammed his fists on Bill’s bedside table, cracking the fragile skin on his knuckles.

Eddie looked like he wanted to touch him and simultaneously run away.

“I must be dreaming, right? Eddie Kaspbrak would never do something like this to me. Bill Denbrough would never dream of doing something like this.” his voice cracked, he didn’t mind. He wiped his cheeks and eyes on the back of his hand and smeared the blood that had traveled from his split knuckles. Eddie looked like he was close to tears as well and Bill just looked like he was in pain.

“Richie–” Eddie started, but Richie cut him off before he could finish.

“Don’t talk Eddie! There is nothing you can say to me right now. This is…this is unforgivable.” he wanted to leave and go home so he could cry again but in peace. Bill looked like he wanted to talk again but Richie was done. He turned and walked out. Eddie moved to chase him but Bill held him back.

“Eddie, du-dont! He wuh- wuh-wanted to hurt you!” Eddie didn’t care, he deserved it. Shrugging Bill’s hands off him, he left the room cold. Bill collapsed on the bed and put his head in his hands.

“Richie! Richie please!” Eddie had to scream in order to be heard. He had caught Richie right before he climbed into his beat up car. He was crying now as well and he was sure he looked like an absolute mess if the stares he received had anything to say about it.

Richie stopped but didn’t look at him. His jaw was clenched tightly and it was tense. “I’m so sorry, Richie-” he hiccuped loudly. Eddie dropped the cop hat he had been holding to cover his face with his hands. “Please let me just- just explain or apologize.” Eddie felt lost, unsure of what to say. Everything hurt, he knew that much. And it was all his fault.

Richie glanced at him one more time. Saying nothing, he climbed into the driver’s seat and practically whipped his car out of the driveway.

Eddie watched him drive down the street. Watched the love of his life leave him outside Bill Denbrough’s house in the stupidest costume ever conceived by mankind, except now he was truly alone.

In Defense of Maggie Sawyer

@danvers-dimples​ said: I need your help. My sister is NOT a Maggie fan. She especially doesn’t like the “you get one” line, she found it too harsh. She finds Maggie herself too unfeeling. I completely disagree to be clear. Anyway could you write some good points for me to show my sister on why she’s wrong and Maggie is in fact a pure being, gifted to us from the Gods. Please.

Hey kids, it’s your friendly neighborhood Maggie Sawyer stan finally here to type up a way too detailed analytical post regarding two of the biggest misplaced criticisms of Maggie. I hope you don’t mind me bouncing off of your ask for this, but it presented me with the opportunity to do one of my absolute favorite things: defend unjustifiably hated female characters that I adore in a manner much too extra for fandom purposes. I’ll be taking a look at the most revealing aspects of Maggie’s character as they’ve been presented thus far, getting a little meta about her role within the show overall, and doing my best to explain away some of the popular misunderstandings of Maggie as a character, with particular emphasis on the differences between “Unfeeling” vs “Emotionally Reserved”, and “Harsh” vs “Honest”. Obvious disclaimer: this is quite long.

“Unfeeling” vs “Emotionally Reserved”:

From what I’ve seen, one of the biggest and most frustrating misinterpretations of Maggie’s character is the twisting of her emotional reservation into coldness. This one surprises me every time I encounter it, if I’m honest, if only because “unfeeling” is one of the absolute last words I’d use to ever describe Maggie for a multitude of reasons. 

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Jeongyeon: [On the phone with Nayeon] Honey, where did you say you were tonight?

Nayeon: I was going to see some old friends. Have some dinner, maybe play a couple games.

Jeongyeon: Right. What’s that noise in the background?

Nayeon: It’s just some kids playing their music too loudly.

Jeongyeon: Uh huh. So you know nothing about the car chase being broadcast live on TV? The one with helicopters and several police cars chasing a car that looks a lot like yours, being driven by a woman that looks a lot like you who also happens to have a “I ♥ Jeongyeon” tattoo on her left shoulder blade?

When the media starts in with their “let’s demonize the victim” crap in cases of police brutality, demand they do the same with the cops. They wanna dig into Dr. David Dao’s “troubled past?” Bullshit. Why don’t they dig up and publish details about the assholes who beat Dr. Dao and dragged him off the plane? Or how about the people who called those officers to enforce their corporate will? THOSE are the motherfuckers they need to be going after.

Dr. Dao didn’t do a damn thing wrong. He bought his ticket. He took his place. Then the airline wanted to kick him off so they could give his seat to one of their employees, because they overbooked the flight. For doing nothing more than refusing to give up the seat that was rightfully his, they publicly beat him and dragged him off the plane.

Make no mistake about what happened: United demanded that Dr. Dao give up the seat he had bought and paid for, in order to fix THEIR fuck-up, and when he refused, the state jumped in to enforce the will of our corporate overlords.

That is the purpose and function of the police in America. To protect the interests of the powerful at the expense of the powerless.

And the media is right there complicit with the violence, digging up anything they can to somehow make it look like the victim deserved what they got.

Often it’s even worse, though. If Dr. Dao had been black, they’d have just shot him. They do that shit all the time. And then we have pasty-faced “journalists” (read: corporate propagandists) going on about what a bad person the victim was and how they probably deserved it, while the real criminals get to hide behind badges and bank accounts, and usually escape any real consequence other than maybe some paid time off. Hell, the cop who murdered Mike Brown got a 1.5 million dollar REWARD.

Fuck that. Tell me the names of the officers involved. Tell me every single fucking dirty thing they’ve ever done in their lives. I want to know if they ever got into a fight or got caught smoking in high school. I want to know if any of them have ever been accused of beating other victims. Go after them the way you went after their victim. Tell me about the scumbag who made the decision to call them in to begin with, to forcibly take back from a person what they had lawfully purchased–because someone at the company suddenly came down with a case of “seller’s remorse.”  THAT’S the reporting I want to hear.

And then put those officers, and the people who called them, in jail.

But that’s not gonna happen. Because this is AmeriKKKa.

‘Die-in’ protesters dragged away from McConnell’s office

Dramatizing fears that Senate Republican’s Better Care Reconciliation Act’s cuts to Medicaid would prevent millions of low income Americans from accessing life-saving care, activism group ADAPT dramatized what those deaths could look like — in front of Majority Leader Mitch McConnell’s office doors.

Capitol police were then forced to drag away dozens of protestors who were lying on the floor feigning death.

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Stephanie Woodward, of Rochester, NY, who has spina bifida and uses a wheelchair, is removed from a sit-in at Senate Majority Leader Mitch McConnell’s office as she and other disability rights advocates protest proposed funding caps to Medicaid, Thursday, June 22, 2017, on Capitol Hill in Washington. (Photo: Jacquelyn Martin/AP)

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A protestor is removed from a sit-in

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Police prepare to remove a protester

Capitol Police prepare to remove a man from a sit-in of Senate Majority Leader Mitch McConnell’s office, as he and others protest proposed caps to Medicaid Thursday, June 22, 2017, on Capitol Hill in Washington. (Photo: Jacquelyn Martin/AP)

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The soles of a man’s sneakered feet are seen as he is removed by Capitol Police from a sit-in of Senate Majority Leader Mitch McConnell’s office, as he and others protest proposed caps to Medicaid Thursday, June 22, 2017, on Capitol Hill in Washington. (Photo: Jacquelyn Martin/AP)

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A protester is led away

A demonstrator in a wheelchair protesting cuts to Medicaid is led from the office of Senate Majority Leader Mitch McConnell by a U.S. Capitol police officer at the Russell Senate Office building in Washington, D.C., U.S., on Thursday, June 22, 2017. (Photo: Andrew Harrer/Bloomberg via Getty Images)

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A protestor against the Senate Republican’s draft healthcare bill shouts outside the office of Senate Majority Leader Mitch McConnell, Republican of Kentucky, on Capitol Hill in Washington, June 22, 2017. (Photo: Saul Loeb/AFP/Getty Images)

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U.S. Capitol Police remove a protester from in front of the office of Senate Majority Leader Mitch McConnell (R-KY) inside the Russell Senate Office Building on Capitol Hill, on June 22, 2017 in Washington. (Photo: Mark Wilson/Getty Images)

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A protester is wheeled away

A demonstrator in a wheelchair protesting cuts to Medicaid is led from the office of Senate Majority Leader Mitch McConnell by a U.S. Capitol police officer at the Russell Senate Office building in Washington on Thursday, June 22, 2017. (Photo: Andrew Harrer/Bloomberg via Getty Images

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Midnight Nightmares

Decided to cross-post from my AO3 account :^))

Summary: David is awoken by a teary eyed Max with tired eyes and a haunting past dragging him further down. (Or in other words, David just wants Max to be ok.)

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David’s P.O.V

“…id” I stirred lightly, “Dav…….avid…” my mind began to connect the dots between the dream world and reality and I found my eyes sliding open just as a body slammed into my own- I replied with a scream.

My eyes flew open.

The body began wriggling around and before thinking, I kicked it off the bed. My hand flew to my chest as I inhaled and exhaled roughly, the sound of shrieking filled the air as the body landed on the ground with a loud thump… wait, why does that voice sound familiar?

“David, you fucking dick weed!” My eyes widened a fraction at the sudden realisation,
“MAX!” I leaned off the bed, watching as the small boy covered by the blanket slowly dragged the fabric off of him as he glares up at me, a scowl present on his face- a sight that I’m nothing but used to.

“Max, oh my god, I’m so sorry!” The smaller boy jumped up and threw the blankets at my face, 
“Yeah, sure, gonna believe you, totally!” His eyes roll and his arms cross as he glares at me.

As I shift the blanket beside me, I lock eyes with Max before I noticed the state he was in- his cheeks were glistening in the moonlight from the tear stains and his body was shaking like a leaf. My face falls at this discovery and I reach an arm out to grab Max’s arm but he backed up,
“Hey, wait!” Before I could extend my words, a pillow hit me upside my face causing me to shriek once more,
“Oh my god David, shut up! It’s like two a.m.” My voice cuts off at his words and I push the pillow from my face.

I watch as Max jumps into the bed and retrieves his pillow before looking at me expectantly. I raised an eyebrow, but as he raised his own I let out an ‘oh’ of realisation and I push myself back so it hit my wall. Max nodded, a visual way of thanking me, before he laid his pillow down, his head following seconds after.

I sat there for what seemed like several seconds until Max’s grouchy voice called out once more,
“The blanket David, jeez." 
"Oh, right!” I grabbed the thickly, warm fabric and threw it over the both of us before I laid down facing Max, who’s back was facing me.

It fell into silence.

Max had been living with me for the past three weeks after I was given him as my first child in foster care- it had been two years since the last Camp Campbell summer since Mr. Campbell’s flaring debt had caused the eviction of all human life at the place and to say I was both surprised and confused as to why Max was in the system would be an understatement.

However, as much as I wanted to ask why he was there, other than the fact that he needed somewhere to stay, I didn’t press him. Either he would’ve told me when he was ready or I wouldn’t get to know at all.

This was the first time out of the past three weeks where he’s even bothered talking to me let alone come to me for something- I grimaced at the possibility of a nightmare and I contemplated asking him- it shouldn’t be too much of a hassle, right?

I decided to give it a shot.

“Hey Max,” I waited for his reply and after it was confirmed through a lazy 'hmm’ I spoke up once more, “did you have a nightmare?” My voice was soft but I found myself without a reply. I contemplated asking again, but Max beat me to the punch,
“Yeah…” His voice sounded tired and I sat up a bit,
“Want to talk about it- I promise I won’t laugh or anything!” my eyes watched his small frame waiting for an answer before it began shaking again. My eyes widened, “d-did I say something wrong?” I touched his shoulders and I flinched, drawing back my hand quickly.

My heart broke at the sight of him.

I watched for a couple more seconds, my mind wishing for a solution to this problem when Max rolled over.

His tear-stained face was nothing but gone, replaced with a new wave of the salty water as Max wiped them away with his sleeve. I stayed quiet, hoping for the small boy to open up to me.

He complied several minutes later.

“Y-you promise you won’t laugh?” I frowned,
“Of course I do Max, when have I ever laughed at you?” He looked at me for a second before lunging at me, his small arms wrapping around my waste as he sobbed- I sat there confused, although my right hand unconsciously rubbing circles on his back as he cried his heart out.

It was heart-wrenching to see him like this. Years ago he reflected a more cynical, dark outlook on life with hatred radiating off of him and now? He looked so tired, I wish I knew what I could do to help him.

“M-my parents,” I blinked, looking down and locking eyes with the teary-eyed Max before he continues, “They, u-uh,” He hiccuped, “ they were stuck in the fire - I couldn’t- I-I tried to get to them but the police held me back, I just.” I hugged him, cutting him off as he dug his face into my shirt once more.

I comforted him as he cried.

My mind buzzed with his words as I rubbed his back softly- so he was there when they died? and in a fire too? I shivered at the thought of his screams piercing the air for his parents and I shook the thought out of my head.

Max’s cries made me yearn to help him, to give him the peace he needs to be able to make it another day without looking like he was about to collapse from sleep-deprivation.

Countless questions flew in and out of my mind but as the time slowly ticked away, I found myself drifting off. I looked down and noticed that Max was asleep, his face looking more content than I’ve seen him since, well, ever. His little hands still gripped onto my shirt and I didn’t have the heart to move him away.

I yawned, using my spare arm to raise the blankets a bit more as I laid my head into my pillow and slowly drift away once more into the world of dreams, leaving behind the stars and the moon to watch from above.

Riverdale Imagine

@booklover240  here is your other request! I hope your friend enjoys! 

Request; Y/N is being beat up and harassed at a certain dark place by Reggie’s team because she revealed the score book to the school and even wrote about it in the Blue and Gold paper. Jughead, Archie, Veronica, and Cheryl comes to the rescue and they were a little too late so Y/N was so injured she had to be brought to the hospital. Everyone is crying and worried about what’s happening next.

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“Betty, I told you, she’s ready for this.” Ronnie explained. “Not only do I trust her instincts, but I trust she can handle herself.” 

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I have since been told that the article was changed because according to his friends, Bubbles did not self-ID as trans and preferred ‘he’ pronouns. I don’t know why his attorney called him a trans woman. I have corrected the information below, please stop circulating the version with incorrect info.

Copying this over because I haven’t seen it here yet:

Above are pictured tweets by @ztsamudzi (Twitter) reporting that Bubbles, a gender nonconforming gay man, community activist and DJ, was murdered in Tenderloin, San Francisco some time after 3am on September 10, 2017. His attorney initially referred to him as a trans woman, but this is apparently incorrect.

The tweets above read:

  • [CN: fatal transmisogyny] A local community activist, Bubbles, was shot and killed in the Tenderloin; fucking awful [link]
  • Worse still, she was killed in the Compton Trans District: historical commemorations are well & good, but we’ve got to support community NOW [link]
  • And where community support goes, @sfexaminer better get their shit together and STOP *REPEATEDLY* MISGENDERING/DEADNAMING HER. Fix this. [link]
  • On the left is how the article read when I first opened it, on the right is what it looks like after its “corrections.” THIS is a violence. [link]

Bubbles was killed by the same kind of transmisogynist violence as a long list of almost entirely Black, Latina and Native trans women who have been killed in the US, and a much longer list of racialised trans women murdered around the world.

Tenderloin is historically the site of the 1966 Compton’s Cafeteria Riot where Black street queens (in today’s terminology, trans and gender nonconforming people), many of them sex workers, fought back against police violence three years before the Stonewall Riots.

To add an extra horrific layer of cruelty, the newspaper that reported this, SF Examiner, has “corrected” its article after publication to not just repeatedly deadname and misgender her, refer to her as ‘LGBT’ rather than originally as trans, and even edit quotes by her attorney to change each use of ‘she’ pronouns and deleted his statement that her transness is relevant to her murder. (I’ve included a screenshot of the original article above, the edited version is linked in one of the tweets.) As noted above, the newspaper has since explained that a close friend of Bubbles has stated that this is more accurate to how he self-described, and the attorney was wrong to describe him as a trans woman.

Since the original version of this post has so much incorrect information, please stop circulating it.

Reunion
Levi X reader

*flash back*

We ran through the crumbling, dirty streets of the underground. Trying to get away from the man chasing us, all because we stole a little food. His threats could be heard, echoing off the walls of old buildings and sketchy allies. None of these threats caused us to stop running though. We speed through intersections and dashed around corners as if we were in a chariot race, begging ourselves not to lose balance as we quickly flung around the sharp turns.
Eventually, we lost the man chasing us after ducking into a doorway of our building which only contained ourselves and two others. The four of us were of no relation, but this didn’t mean we were not a family. I leaned against the wall trying to catch my breath as I watched and heard the man continue on past our home. Once he was gone, I caught a fit of giggles. My short, black haired, grey eyed, stoic faced, “brother”, Levi, glared at me.
“Tch. Of course you would laugh,” He said.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I replied continuing to giggle.
“It means that this is not a laughing magtter.”
“What? Of course it is. We stole from his cart and got away because he was to old and slow.”
“(Y/n), this is serious. Everyone in the underground is battling to survive. We are at the bottom of this food chain, don’t you ever forget that.” Levi then stalked off to the stairs which he climbed to get to our living quarters.
“Such a party pooper,” I mumbled as I followed him up. How had I fallen for this man? Sure I considered him a brother, but not an actual brother. It wasn’t like we were blood related.
We reached the door and Levi gave the secret knock to let Farlan and Isabel know it was us. It was Isabel who ended up opening the door for us. Her brown hair was pulled up and her forest green eyes were as bright as ever.
“You’re back! What did you get us to eat?” She asked. She was the youngest out of all of us. I was the next youngest, then Farlan. This left Levi as the oldest out of us all.
“Well, Isabel, we have apples, oranges, and a fresh loaf of bread,” I exclaimed as the girl became excited.
“A fresh loaf of bread!? How did you guys get your hands on that?”
“We were sneaky and made sure no one was looking.”
“Nice, I’m sure Farlan will be excited to hear this.”
“Where is Farlan?” Levi asked.
“Here. I was just taking a nap. I hear we have a fresh loaf of bread,” Farlan said as he stretched his tired muscles.
“Yes we sure do!” I replied.
“Great.”
*end of flash back*
I ran through the packed streets as I remembered my happy, small, family from years ago. The memory brought up from the current situation I was in. Running from not a single man this time, but a group of men and women. This group was known as the survey corps. Now, usually, this group only goes outside of the walls to fight Titans, but since I was dumb enough to try to steal in front of them, they were now chasing me. Where had my skills gone? This did not matter though because I was going to escape. I always did.
I speed through ally ways and flung myself around corners as I tried to escape the group. Eventually, I was able to get away when I turned a corner and ran into an open doorway. I leaned against the wall and tried to catch my breath as I heard the group continue on their search. Once I thought I heard them all pass, I put my hood up and left the building, making my way back to the underground. That was until a figure landed in front of me. I looked up and gasped in shock as I looked at the man in front of me. He was the same ornery looking guy he was when I knew him, but something had changed. His eyes looked darker as if he had been through a lot in the past ten years. As quickly as he landed I sped off, he didn’t need me making a mess out of this better life of his.
Levi began chasing after me and after awhile I lost him, or thought I lost him. As soon as I turned a corner to regain my breath, he flew right in front of me. Levi had gotten better at using the 3dm gear.
“Stop. There is no chance of you fucking escaping,” he said in a monotone voice. Funny how some things didn’t change.
“Why should I stop running Levi, that’s all I have ever done. Steal something and run,” I replied as I took off my hood. For a second I could have sworn I saw a glimpse of surprise in those stoic eyes, but as soon as it had appeared it had vanished.
“(Y/n). Should have known it was you. You’re the only one out of group who would have been stupid enough to try to steal in front of a group of survey courps.”
“Ouch. Still as harsh and mean as ever. Makes me happy to know you stayed the same the ten years you’ve been gone.” Once again it seemed his eyes flashed emotion, this time hurt, but I was probably seeing things.
“You haven’t changed much either, have you?”
“Nope. Same old wacky girl who likes to take chances.”
“I see that.”
“So, how has the whole fam been the past ten years. You know after you left me behind and all,” I said, my glare focused of the short man.
“Well, where to start. Farlan and Isabel are dead, have been for awhile now. Otherwise the "fam” is still intact.“ The instant I heard those words leave his mouth, I could feel my heart break. That couldn’t be true, he was probably just trying to hurt me to get back at my other comments.
"That’s a lie Levi.”
“It’s not…no matter how much I wish it was.” This time I knew I wasn’t seeing things, Levi’s eyes watered a bit as his voice softened.
“No,” was all I could say before falling to my knees as tears fell from my face. Sure I was pissed that the three of them left me, but they were still my one and only family. I would have never wanted them to die.
I didn’t even realize Levi had come closer to me. This was a factor as to why I jumped when he put a hand on my shoulder. I looked up at him to see he was looking right back at me, his eyes watering but not a single tear shed. Soon the rest of the squad showed up, Levi now only standing behind me.
“Nice job, Levi. Now we can take her to the military police,” a tall man with blond hair and caterpillars for eyebrows said. My eyes widened as I thought of what was going to happen to me. I mean I knew, I was going to be most likely executed, but my mind didn’t want to just stop there. All of these terrible punishments passed through my mind until I heard Levi speak.
“No. She can be made into a new member of the survey legion. She has the speed, agility, and stealth that any new scout would need when facing Titans. Why waste this opportunity, we are low on recruits right now.” I glanced up in shock as I heard what could be my punishment.
“We do need more recruits and she does have some good qualities. If your willing to train and watch her, then I guess we don’t need to get the military police involved in this,” caterpillar eyebrows answered.
“I can take care of this brat with no problem,” Levi replied.
“Alright,” big eyebrows then looked down at me, “Welcome to the survey corps.” The man then walked off, followed by the other confused members of the group. All of them unsure of what had just happened.
“Get up brat,” Levi commanded me. I stood but swiftly turned to face him.
“What the hell was that!? Sentencing me to my own death?” I yelled.
“I didn’t sentence you to your fucking death brat. If anything I gave you the chance to live.”
“Really? The first instant we go outside of those walls I am going to be a Titans meal and you damn well know it.”
“Maybe you will, but at least I gave you an option to fucking live where as if you had gone to the damn military police you would have been executed because you stole a fucking loaf of bread in front of a big ass group of survey corps members.” Levi then stormed off, following the group he had come with. “Come on.” He said. I followed his command as I thought of what he had said. He wasn’t really wrong, if he hadn’t given me this chance I would have been killed. At least with this option I could possibly survive if I was lucky. It still gave me a chance.

*time skip*

A week had passed and I was already exhausted from all the training Levi was forcing me to do. Everyday single day I had to get up early to run. Then we would go back to eat breakfast. Next was training to fight which we did until lunch. After we ate we would go out to work with the 3dm gear which I found I was good at, considering I had used it a little bit in the underground, and then dinner. Then it was back out for more fighting. By the time we would end it would be dark and I would be too exhausted to even shower. Let’s just say it wasn’t a fun experience, I almost wished that I had been taken to the military police instead of here.
I woke up once more to get ready for the first activity of the day. Running. I dressed, brushed my teeth, put my hair up in a ponytail, put deodorant on and left to go outside to meet Levi in our usual spot, the front door of the survey corps headquarters. I walked out the door to see Levi leaning against the wall waiting for me like usual.
“Morning Levi,” I yawned.
“Morning brat,” was all he said before starting up our run. I groaned as I caught up to him.
“So how much longer do I have to keep doing this? It is literally killing me. I am getting to the point where I am too tired to even walk.”
“We will keep this up until I think you’re ready.”
“How close am I to being ready?”
“Not even.”
“Are you kidding me right now? I am able to keep up with you now when we run laps, I can fight almost as well as you now, and I can basically beat you at using the 3dm gear. I think I am pretty close to being ready.”
“Just because you are getting better does not mean you are ready. You need to be able to think ahead when ever you fight. A Titan is not going to give you a heads up when it is coming up to attack you or try to grab you. Same thing with the 3dm gear. You need to feel like you are a part of the machine so that way you can focus less on your movements and more on what you need to do to take a Titan down. You think you can kill a Titan with knowledge of how to fight and use our gear? Well your wrong because there is a lot more to it than just that.” I watched him as he spoke, realizing that he was right. If I had any chance of surviving I would have to do better than just train, I’d have to flow.
“Alright, I understand, but is there anyway I can take a day off or something just so I can refresh and reenergize?”
“Maybe one day, brat. Depends on how you do today I guess.”
“Deal.” It was quiet for the run after that, neither of us speaking. Once we finished I went to my room and changed into the uniforms we had to wear. I then went down to the food hall to get breakfast. The instant I walked through the door and into the hall, I rushed to the food and grabbed as much as I was aloud and walked to the table I had to sit at. That’s right, Levi’s table. It didn’t really bother me, but I wouldn’t have minded if I had some freedom.
I placed my food down and began scooping it in, my hunger bringing me past the point of trying to eat like a normal human. I had gotten used to being fed constantly, but with all the training I was doing it made me even hungrier. I was eating away when I heard the tch noise Levi always makes. I chewed, swallowed, and looked up at Levi.
“What?” I asked.
“Do you really have to eat like you’re a Titan?” He answered with his own question.
“Yes I do. First of all, I had never been given, a definite, three meals a day most of my life, and second, all of this training is making me even more hungry.”
“Doesn’t give you the right to eat like that though.”
“If you don’t like how I eat then move. If not then get used to it.” I then began scooping the food back into my mouth as Levi sat down beside me, giving up in his attempt to make me look normal. I soon finished my meal and left to start fighting. Soon lunch passed and it was time to practice with the 3dm gear, which was becoming my favorite part of the day.
We walked over to the tall trees that we would be using to train on. I smiled up as we finally reached the thick forest.
“Want to have a match levi?” I asked trying to make this more interesting.
“Why?” He replied.
“Make this entertaining. I mean it already is fun, but to make it just a bit more fun than usual.”
“I guess.”
“Yes!” I jumped up and down. The feeling of being a kid again passed through my head as I did this. Levi glaring at me for being silly as I danced, laughed, or jumped at anything that excited me. To bad the past was the past. “Alright ready short stuff?”
“What did you call me brat.”
“Oh, you heard me,” I said as I shot the 3dm gear wires into a tree causing me to speed through the air. I continued shooting the wires and flinging though the air as I tried to find the first wooden Titan I would take down. An opening appeared through the trees, a Titan dummy standing in the middle of it. I sped to it. Right before I could cut into its wooden neck, Levi flung in front of me and took it out.
“Damn it,” I cursed as I continued on.
By the end of it Levi won, no shocker there really.
“Damn it Levi. I thought I had you,” I said as I landed beside him in front of the forest which we had entered.
“Told you you weren’t ready yet.” Was all he said before walking back to the headquarters.
“I’m getting there though.”
“Sure.” As we walked I began thinking of how we used to be when our family lived together in the underground. Levi the leader with Farlan as his second in command. Me and Isabel were just there because they were willing to take us in. I remembered how in love I had been with Levi, my feelings hidden for good reasons. The memories passed through my thoughts and I couldn’t help but laugh.
“(Y/n), are you okay?” Levi asked seeming bothered by my outburst.
“I’m remembering the time when we first got the 3dm gear and tried it out. How Isabel was so excited to try it, and how when she did she flew into the cardboard boxes in the alley.” I looked at Levi to see a slight smirk on his usual stoic face. This caused my heart to race as I thought of how I caused that rare smirk to appear. Seems like those feelings had never left.
“I remember that. I also remember how when you tried it out you didn’t have any better fucking luck. You ran into the wall. I remember how scared I was when I saw you just laying on the ground, silent for once in your life. Then when I ran to your side to check on you you began laughing uncontrollably.”
“Wait, go back for a second. You were worried about me? That’s a first,” I chuckled.
“Believe me. I may not seem like I have emotions, but I do, and that moment terrified me. I though we might have lost you.”
“Wow Levi, I didn’t know your were that worried about me that day.”
“I worried a lot about you. You were the one to always do stupid shit that would either get you in trouble or injured and it seems this never changed.”
“Well, I’m glad I could cause the heartless man to worry. And you’re damn straight I didn’t change. Then you would have never found me stealing.”
“I do have a heart you shit. I just don’t express it.”
“This is noted,” I said. The rest of the way to headquarters was quite and so was the rest of the day. When I got in my room I took a quick shower and then went straight to bed. The pillows and blankets soft underneath me, dragging me into a deep slumber.
*time skip*

I woke to the sun shining on my face, which caused me to start getting ready for the day. I began to think over the past month as I began getting ready. Things between Levi and I had changed. We were close again just like we had many years ago. Also with in this past month my feelings for the sour faced man had strengthened no matter how much I tried to avoid it.
“Perfect,” I spoke to myself in the mirror. “Fall in love with your childhood crush who could possibly die right I front of you. Just perfect.” I finished my morning routine and went to open my door to see Levi standing in front of it. This was new.
“Levi, why are you at my door?” I asked.
“I needed to tell you that there will be no training today.”
“So, I finally get a free day. This is a first. What’s the special occasion short fry.” Now, usually, anyone who made fun of Levi would be severely punished, but not me. At least not anymore, he gave up trying after a week when he realized it wasn’t going to stop. So, instead he took a deep breath before replying.
“Tomorrow we go outside the wall to try to take back some of our territory.” This answer instantly shot down my excitement. The only reason for this day off was so we could prepare for tomorrow.
“Oh. I see. So…what do I need to do?”
“All you’ll do today is prepare your horse and outfit for tomorrow. Otherwise you are free.”
“What do you do.”
“Same thing, but I will also help Erwin make plans for tomorrow.”
“Sounds fun,” I said trying to lighten the gloomy atmosphere.
“Relax (y/n). Spend time with the others, enjoy today. You deserve this.” I lost it when I heard him say this.
“I deserve this? I’m only getting this day off because I might not make it back tomorrow. What is this? Is it supposed to be a "make your possible last day of life the best you can.” “
"You’re right,” that’s all he said before turning around and walking away. I wanted to chase after him, what reason, I don’t know. All I knew was that I wanted to spend this possible last day with him, but that was never going to happen.
I shut my door, went to my bed, and plopped down on it. Thoughts of what could happen tomorrow flowing through my head. A Titan picking me up and eating me flashed through my thoughts as I began to shake in fear. I knew this day was coming, I just thought I would have been mentally prepared, but I wasn’t.
When I regained my composure I walked out of my room and to the mess hall for breakfast. I grabbed my food and went to the table I had been sitting at for the past month. As I walked towards it I began focusing in on every face I passed. Engraving each one into my mind so that way if I survived I would know that those who didn’t would never be forgotten. At least not by me.
I arrived at my table and sat. Petra, Eld, Gunther, and Oluo only watched as I quietly sat. Nothing was said for awhile, they weren’t sure what to say and I just stared at my food trying to process what was going to happen. Finally the silence ended when Petra decided to speak.
“So, (y/n), you ready for tomorrow?” I looked up at her slowly, all emotion wiped from my face and voice.
“No.”
“Don’t worry, that’s what all new recruits say the day before their first mission.” She smiled at me as if that would change how I would felt.
“That’s understandable considering that they just might not make it back.” My comment caused her smile to dim a bit before lighting back up.
“This is true, but let me tell you a secret. If you dwell on this fact, you will not only sadden yourself, but also get yourself killed. You must accept your possible fate and live like you normally would, otherwise this life can become a lot harder for you. Will you do this for me?” I didn’t answer for a while as I thought about it. Maybe she was right. I mean it must work for her, she’s always chipper.
“Sure, I’ll try my best,” I answered, a small smile adjourning my face.
“Good.” This was when Levi joined the table with his morning tea. He sat beside me.
“You feeling less defensive now?” He asked.
“Yes. I was just in shock, that’s all.”
“Kinda figured.” I began to finally eat, my food now cold but still good. I was half way through my meal when Levi began explaining everything to us.
“(L/n), you will be joining my squad.”
“Are you serious!? I’m not that good, I’ll get you guys killed.”
“You will not. You’ll be perfectly fine.”
“We have your back (y/n),” Petra added.
“Thank you,” I replied. Levi then began explaining further what tomorrow would be like. When he finished he left leaving the rest of us at the table. Eventually we all left to prepare for the next day. I got my horse and outfit ready like I was told, and then spent the rest of the day with my squad.
*time skip*
I rushed around the room getting ready for the mission. I grabbed what I needed and rushed to the hall to get breakfast. After we ate I was stopped by Levi.
“Listen to me. Don’t you fucking get killed out there you understand me?”
“I understand Levi.” I replied
“Good, now go catch up with the others brat.” I left like I was told and followed everyone to the stables to get our horses so we could begin our journey to the exit of the wall. The ride there seemed like ages, time slowly passing. The whole time I tried to hide my shaking, but failed. Petra, the only one to notice, would smile at me trying to comfort me. I’d smile back and then go back to shaking. I looked at Levi to see him staring at me. I blushed and looked away. ‘Why did I not tell him how I felt. If this is my last day I would have at least liked to have told him how I actually felt even if he didn’t feel the same.’ I thought. 'At least I could have passed knowing I had finally told him.’
I continued to think until we arrived at the exit we planned of leaving through. Once we got there my mind went blank. This was it, we were about to leave the wall. This was the last time I would see most of my comrades alive, considering many of them would not be returning. I looked around and saw anything from blank faces to faces that were similar to mine, pure and utter fear. This moment felt longer than the entire ride here, fear taking its course. It was silent until Erwin’s voice broke it with a loud onward.
The horses began to race through the gate on command. Soon we were outside of the wall and in Titan territory. It wasn’t till we got close to our target that I saw my first Titan. It was huge! It stood on its legs as it tried to run towards a group at our right. The group instantly went on attack mode as the Titan approached closer. It didn’t take long before it was taken out. The Titans continued coming until we reached the forest. Levi had explained that we would have to go in there to get to our destination. He had also said that we would all have to watch carefully because the Titans could appear Anywhere in the woods. This did little to calm me down, but I remembered what Petra had told me the day before. This calmed me little, but it was better than how I originally was going to enter the forest.
Everything was fine until we heard a scream in the back of the woods where everyone else was. This seemed to be a signal for other Titans to attack in the forest because a few minuets later a Titan jumped in front of our squad. I screamed a little as it had popped out of no where, but this didn’t scare anyone else in the squad.
“Eld and Gunther take it out,” Levi ordered. There was no hesitation from them as they shot off of their horses and into the air. “Brat, keep the horses from running away,” Levi ordered me as he handed me the straps from Eld’s and Gunther’s horses. I took them and made sure not to let go.
It wasn’t long until the Titan was killed and a new one took its place. After each kill another would come. It got to the point where we all had to get off our horses to try and help fight the Titans. I was doing well, killing Titan after Titan, until a Titan no one saw grabbed me. I screamed in pure terror as I looked into the crazy eyes of the Titan that had captured me. Hot tears were streaming down my face as I realized this was it, that I was going to die. My life flashed before my eyes as I was slowly raised to the Titans gigantic mouth. I closed my eyes so I no longer had to watch my own death. I pictured Levi as I awaited my death, regretting the fact that he would never know how I felt. At least he would be with me in my final thoughts.
I took one last breath in as I felt the Titans lungs exhale as air blew across me. Right before the Titan could kill me though, it was taken out. I had no clue who it was because the instant it fell I blacked out.
*time skip*
Everything was black, not any light to be seen. At first I thought I was dead, considering there was nothing but black surrounding me, but then I felt my heart beat against my chest, signaling that I was, indeed, alive. I tried opening my eyes, but they wouldn’t budge from their closed state. I internally groaned. I wanted to wake up and figure out how the heck I had survived. At the moment, I could only remember being grabbed by the Titan and screaming, but that was it. Everything after that was blank.
My eyes stayed impossible to open until a few minuets later when I felt the imaginary heavy weights lift off of them. My eyes flew open as light clouded into them. This caused me to have to blink crazily until my eyes adjusted to the light once more. Once I could see, I looked around. I was in an infirmary room laying on a white bed, my body covered in its white blankets. The rest of the room shared the same bland color of the bed I was in making everything seem brighter than it should be. I then saw a man in a chair beside my bed. It took me a few minuets to figure out that it was no other than Levi sleeping in the chair. He seemed to look normal except for the red puffy eyes he had. Had he been crying? That seemed impossible to me considering the man never seemed to show emotion at all.
I couldn’t help but stare at him as he slept, trying to figure out if I was just seeing things or if his puffy eyes were indeed real. A half hour passed before he finally stirred from his sleep. My assumption was proven true when I saw his eyes open to reveal blood shot eyes. It took a few minuets for the short man to figured out I was awake. When he did he instantly rushed to my side.
“You fucking idiot! You almost got fucking killed you dumb shit! I told you not to get killed and look what you fucking did you almost got fucking killed!” Levi was screaming at me in a fury I had only seen a few times in the month I had been here at the survey corps headquarters. I cowered back a bit, trying to escape the fuming man by sinking into the bed.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t see that Titan coming. If I had I would have killed it,” I whispered.
“You’re sorry!? I almost lost you, damn it. I almost lost you just like the others,” he quieted down as he finished.
“Levi, what do you mean by others?”
“Farlan and Isabel.”
“What, they were in the survey corps too?”
“Yes.”
“Is that why you left and never came back?” I quietly looked down as I asked.
“Yes, but we had no choice.”
“You didn’t have a choice Levi? Of course you did,” I said bitterly. I was still touchy around the whole being left behind bit, and the fact that he said there was no choice let it resurface. Levi never explained what truly happened and I deserved to know considering I almost died. “You had a choice to join. You know how long I waited for you three to come home. Months. I waited months. I worried for months. I was scared you had gotten caught. I asked around the underground if anyone had heard anything, seen anything. There was nothing. It was if you fell off the face of the earth. Eventually I gave up, I realized you three left me behind. I thought I had done something wrong, I thought it was my fault you left. You were the only family I had and you left, just like my parents. If I am wrong in my understanding of this then please do explain because I really would like to be out of the dark now.”
“We didn’t have a choice ( y/n). What happened to you, happened to us. We were being chased by the survey corps. I thought we had escaped, but that was when Erwin landed in front of us along with the others, trapping us. They kicked us to the ground. Erwin explained that I had two options, let Farlan, Isabel, and me be put in prison or join the survey corps. I couldn’t let them go to prison so I said we’d join. I hated how I felt, being trapped with each option being terrible. And don’t you think I didn’t feel bad about never being able to fucking tell you what was going to happen. I begged them to let me go back to tell you but the basterds wouldn’t let me. I carried that guilt for years! Then on one of our missions outside of the wall I split from my group to kill a Titan. I told Farlan and Isabel to stay with the group, they still listened to me even though I wasn’t their leader anymore,” he chuckled humorlessly. “So, I was off killing a Titan while the rest of my group was continuing on the path they were to go. See even then I was considered one of the best Titan killers and this caused my ego to sky rocket making me belive I could do anything. Let’s just say I learned my lesson that day.” Levi stopped talking. He lowered his head so he was looking at his legs. I knew where this was going, but I needed to know for sure.
“Levi, what happened?”
“I killed that Titan,” he said. That’s when I saw a single tear fall into his lap. He couldn’t be crying right? “But after I did I heard screams behind me. I figured it was another group and began heading over in that direction to help them. When I got there, I found a massacre. Limbs were lying everywhere. Blood was covering everything.” He paused and took a shaken breath. I had never seen Levi like this, I had never seen him show emotion in general, but this was strange. “I watched as the Titans were still munching on people. I then heard a scream that sounded like Farlan’s but I thought I was hearing things. It wasn’t till I heard my name being screamed that I turned in that direction to see a Titan with Farlan in its disgusting hands. I rushed over, but I was to late. I watched the fucking thing kill Farlan. The fucking bastered ate everything but his head.” Levis voice cracked as he said this. I watched as more tears split from his eyes and onto his lap. The site broke my heart and I began crying as well as I thought of what my two “siblings” had gone through. What horror they had faced. How they knew they were going to die. I hugged Levi as we cried together. A few minuets passed before Levi calmed down and pulled away from me to continue the story.
“That Titan, I killed it, but not instantly. No, I slowly killed it. I cut the damn monster to shreds and it wasn’t until I knew it was suffering that I finally ended its life. After that I fell to my knees and cried until Erwin came to get me. The only I had family was killed by them and it was all my fault. Had I not been so fucking cocky, had I just stayed with them, they would be here alive and well. But no I didn’t. They are dead because of me. Because I let us get caught by the survey corps, because I decided joining them was a better decision, because I left them. I was all of your leaders and I failed you all.” Levi looked up at me as tears continued to fall from his eyes. “And to make it all better, I almost let you die that same fucking way as they did. I almost got you killed too, the last family I had and I almost got you killed. You would think I would learn the first fucking time, but no I had to do it again.”
“Levi it wasn’t your fault. There is nothing you could have done to save Farlan and Isabel. It was their choice to listen as much as it was your choice to tell them to stay, and you never failed us. We all knew you did what you did because you knew what was best for us. You gave us all a family made of four kids who thought they would always be alone. That is more than enough to prove how you didn’t fail us. They might have died, but that was out of your hands and you did your best to stop that. That was all you could do,” I said as I watched Levi look back down at his legs. I picked his head up in my hands and made him look at me. “And there is no way in hell that you failed me. You saved me did you not, I am assuming you killed the Titan that had me, am I right?” Levi shook is head yes. “So you didn’t fail me Levi. I am still hear breathing air because you saved me. Don’t you ever dare to forget that. Do you understand me?”
“Yes.”
“Good,” I smiled. “Now may I tell you something?”
“Yes, what is it?” Levi asked as he wiped his tears from his face.
“I have wanted to tell you this before we went on the mission in case I didn’t make it, but I couldn’t get up the courage. I think this close encounter with death has helped me decide to tell you now.” I paused before going on. “Levi, I have felt this feeling for you since we were kids. When you left I forgot about this feeling and it wasn’t until I found you again that I realized what it was. Levi, I love you, and I know you might not fe-” my sentence was interrupted by a pair of rough lips agains mine. My eyes widened in shock at the realization of what was happening, but then closed as I relaxed into it. The kiss started off as soft and unsure, but quickly changed to passionate and loving the instant Levi realized I was kissing him back. We broke apart from each other to catch our breaths.
“So does this mean that short stuff loves me too?” I chuckled.
“Yes you dumb shit,” he answered.
“Good, I was hoping you would.” I then kissed him once more. We broke apart once more, this time Levi began talking.
“Just so you know, training is not going to become easier for you.”
“ I figure as not, but a girl could dream right?”