#(he is probably blushing at something rlly stupid mike said)

[wlfr2t]

concept for season 5 apocalypse will :)

this is actually a design for a fic im working on! i may post the first chapter this week, we’ll see….

[free-pancakes]

Ok this is super cheesy but here goes; hanji: "you don't look like a professional criminal" levi: "oh sorry, let me go make myself look like Hannibal lector or something" sorry its rlly cheap but I wanna see some sort of crime au or whatever. Love ur drabbles btw! Keep it up! :)

oh gosh anon, this has been sitting in my inbox for months, i'm so sorry! might be a lil boring, but! i'm all for stupid levihan banter and it made me really happy to write this :) hope u like it!

Under the cover of night, a hooded figure crept through darkness. On the security cameras, it was nothing but a questionable shadow—blink once and it was gone. That’s how it always went.

“What the—“

Reiner turned, peering down the outdoor alleyway. His fellow security guard was no longer standing under a small lamp hanging above the corner of the building.

“B-Bertholdt?” he called?

Before Reiner could call out once more, he heard a voice whispering behind him into his right ear.

“If you open the door, I’ll let you off easy.”

Eyeing the crowbar on the ground, Reiner reached quickly. But he was too late—a hand grabbed him by the forearm. He struggled and was quickly brought to the ground.

“How could someone so small bring me down so fast??” he thought. Before he could even elbow back, he felt a needle sink into his neck, and he yelled out.

The hooded figure stood up.

“Just a small sedative—don’t worry. You won’t remember that a guy half your size took u down in less than...” He peered at his wristwatch—“20 seconds.”

As the hooded teen stood up, a small buzz vibrated in his pocket.

He unlocked his phone, the glow lighting up his face, the dark circles under his eyes now looking much more prominent.

A text from Erwin: “Levi, thermal imaging shows no one else in the building. Meet back with Nanaba in an hour.”

Levi shoved his phone back into his pocket, and got to work. He lifted a limp Reiner off the ground and dragged his arm up to the sensor, pressing his thumb against the fingerprint scanner—“Access Granted” blinked on the small screen as he heard the little click of the door unlocking from the inside. He dusted his hands off on his grey denim jeans, and crept inside.

The slight squeaking of his sneakers on the metal floor panels echoed as he searched for the room he was looking for. On his way he saw a pair of glasses resting on a side table at the end of a hallway, which he found quite strange—who’d just forget their glasses? Erwin confirmed no one else was around. After a few seconds, he decided to shrug it off.

Finally, he reached the last door in the winding hallway. Shining a special penlight, he watched as fingerprints appeared on the keypad on the doorknob, and once he figured out his code, he punched it in with the end of his penlight, and he was in.

Levi breathed a sigh of relief, and pulled down his hood. His least favorite part of the job—he had always been more of the fighter of their team, the brawn, not exactly the brains. But Mike made sure he learned how to break into computer systems, and Levi absolutely hated that process, with Mike’s constant teasing at how dense his brain was to this stuff. Levi grumbled as he sat down, figuring his way in.

Maybe 10 minutes passed, and he continued to struggle figuring his way through the complicated firewalls. In frustration he buried his head into hands for a few seconds, and took a deep breath. Before he could look back up, he suddenly felt a hand pat his back encouragingly.

“There, there, you almost got it!”

Completely startled, Levi jumped up, knocking down the chair he was sitting on and assumed a fighting stance, fists up beside his face. He was caught off guard and completely unprepared: he had no more sedative syringes left, no other weapons on hand. He stared at the person who stood before him, probably the same age as him—no more than 19—a smile on their face, brown hair falling out of the poor hair tie trying to hold the mess up, a can of soda in their right hand and a small bag of chips in their left and— they were wearing the same pair of glasses he saw outside?

His mind raced.

How did they sneak in without him noticing just now? Why are they holding snacks in their hands? Why in God’s name were they smiling at him? And most importantly, they were wearing those glasses, so they had to have been around when a Erwin did the thermal scan—how did they manage to go undetected??

Obnoxious crunching roused him from his thoughts. Mouth full of half-chewed chips, they answered: “Oh! Yes! My friend Moblit and I managed to invent this little guy help us evade thermal scanners! No one knows we’ve been spending nights here for years!” They said as they pointed down to a small metal band around their ankle.

Levi was so shocked, he didn’t even realized he said that last thought out loud. He didn’t know what to do exactly, but they didn’t… seem like a threat…

Levi grumbled, and returned to his work, and she blabbered on and on about how their “cooling band” or whatever the hell they called it work as he kept trying to break through the firewall. He almost regretted not tying them up and slapping tape over their mouth so he could concentrate—the next comment was the last straw.

“You’re pretty scrawny, I was quite shocked when I watched you take down those 2 buffoons that call themselves security guards. You know… you don't look like a professional criminal!”

Levi almost threw the keyboard against the wall.

“Oh sorry, let me go make myself look like Hannibal Lector or something, Four-Eyes!”

They smiled.

“Wow, a nickname! So we’re friends already, Levi!”

Levi paused, “…How did you know my name?”

“It’s right here! Levi Ackerman… Address: 126—“ they listed off as they read off the driver’s license ID they pulled out of his wallet.

Levi snatched his wallet back. “When the hell did you take that??”

He almost screamed in annoyance. “Instead of just sitting here annoying the hell out of me or some shit, why don’t you help me or something??”

They walked up behind Levi, rested their chin nonchalantly on his shoulder, and reached their arms around him towards the keyboard.

Levi felt blood rush to his cheeks. Why—what? Why did they have to type this way?? Why was he blushing??

And in less than 30 seconds, they broke into the computer, the “Zeke Inc.” logo disappearing, and the desktop glowing, open on the screen.

Levi’s jaw dropped, and when he finally registered what happened, he yelled:

“WHY DIDN’T YOU DO THAT FROM THE BEGINNING??”

They put their hands on their hips and retorted:

“Well, you didn’t ask until now!”

Before Levi could flip the desk in frustration, an alarm sounded from his phone. He only had 5 minutes left before he had to make his way out of there. Quickly, he rushed in, scrolling through shipments for supplies, rerouting their destinations.

“Oh… so you’re like a… a gloomy Robin Hood huh? Small boy steals from big boy company to distribute resources to those who need it? A criminal… or an anti-hero maybe!”

“Oh wait!” They leaned in next to Levi once more—“Here, this is faster,” they whispered while hitting a few more keyboard shortcuts, doubling the amount of shipments.

“Hange, what are you doing??” A young boy stood in the doorway, the same metal band on his ankle.

Levi’s alarm sounded, and he began to wipe down the keyboard of his fingerprints and grab his backpack.

“Hange are you sure we can trust him?” Moblit asked as Hange took off the metal band from their ankle.

Hange winked in response.

“Oi, Levi!”

Levi turned in the doorway, quickly raising his hands to catch the band Hange threw at him.

“Take it!” They yelled, and the heavy door shut right in front of him, leaving him alone in his thoughts.

Levi stared at the band in his palm, and gently wrapped his fingers around it.

“Thanks,” he whispered, and ran off.

As Levi ran under the night sky, he looked at the intricate tech in his hand, and noticed the color yellow peeking out from under it. Flipping it over in his palm, he found a yellow sticky note, which read:

“We’ll trade you our tech for housing if you have space, gloomy Robin Hood! Maybe we could even steal from something big like Marley Corp. someday! If you’re in, find me back here tomorrow night! - Four-Eyes”

Levi carefully folded the note and put it in his pocket.

“Levi?” Nanaba called as he approached.

“Didn’t recognize you—are you… happy about something?”

Levi inadvertently reached his hand up to his face, feeling how his lips curved upwards. He couldn’t remember the last time he ever smiled. His mind was fixated on the note in his pocket, the image of Hange’s face smiling at him etched clearly in his mind.

“…I guess I am, Nana.”

[richiesmashmouthtozier]

Sleep in the Heat!

Song

Chapter 3 

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A/N: OKAY I”M SORRY! I was feeling really unmotivated and it was hard to get anything out there even though i have a couple already written. IM SORRY JUST READ THIS

DESCRIPTION: Beverly Marsh was cursed with her hit not being hard enough and her dad coming back to  consciousness after being bashed in the head with a glass tray. The abuse only gets worse until the losers respond to a distress call and walk in on Mr. Marsh suffocating his own daughter. Things get out of hand when a huge fight breaks out between the six teenage boys and a grown man ending in murder. The losers were forced to pack up and leave their home on a road trip to find a place to breathe,,,

DISCLAIMER: I tried to write in songs during the situations so if you could, I suggest changing the song as the losers do in the story to add more effect :3

There’s one song lol : “You’ve got it (the right stuff)” NKOTB

pairings- literally everything oh mY GOD: Reddie, stenbrough, benverly, Stanlon, probably others I’m rlly tired.

these kids are thOTS

TRIGGER WARNINGS!: blood, murder, ANGST 

and without further ado,

enjoy

“Let’s go big Bill!” Beverly was handling the radio while Bill Denbrough put the key into ignition. Stan was incredibly angry for being pushed to the back seat next to Mike then Ben. Richie wasn’t a fan of it either even though he was on the mattress again with Eddie.

“Okay muh-m-Mike, where are we off too?”

“We’re almost to New Hampshire so we should be driving for about 10 hours, not including stops, and we can take a break at this casino-hotel thing,”

“Finally! I’ve always wanted to gamble!” Richie yelled from the back.

“You’re an idiot,” Eddie said while putting on a different shirt that was white with yellow and blue stripes, Richie loved it because it was way too big on Eddie and he just looked so cute! Staring at Eddie made it all go away, almost like nothing ever happened with Mike.

“Turn it up!” Bev yelled. She was reading a stolen vogue magazine, which interested some of the boys, (not Eddie or Stan since they were gay while the rest were bi, pan, poly, you name it). She got excited when Bill got that cute little grin on his face and let the song “You Got It (The Right Stuff)” by New Kids on the Block. Bev looked back at Ben who was blushing and playing with his book page. He looked up and they met eyes, she did her signature wink and Ben grinned at her while they mouthed the words to each other. Everyone in the car was smiling to the sound of those stupid songs Ben would make the losers club listen to at the quarry or on bike rides.

Richie looked over to Eddie and saw the way he tapped his finger to the beat while playing sudoku from a page Richie ripped out of a magazine for him at their last haul. What Richie didn’t know was that Eddie was catching glances of him too. Eddie always thought it was cute that Richie had a couple of Bev’s hair ties on his wrist from when she had braided his hair. Eddie blushed at the thought of braiding Richie’s hair but quickly looked back to his sudoku page and filled in a number.

Richie had this urge to lay on Eddie or at least set his head on his shoulder. He kept hesitating until he glanced at the row of seats in front of them. Mike was air-drumming to the beat while Stan watched him and laughed. After that he laid his head on the boy real quick. It almost hurt from how fast he was, but Eddie’s heart still sped up and his breath hitched. Richie didn’t know why but after a few seconds of laying his head on Eddie’s warm chest he started to get tired and closed his eyes to fall asleep.

“Bill speed up.”

“What? Buh-b-bev?”

“Speed up!”

“Oh my god…” Stan looked back and saw the red and blue lights flashing as a police car turned into their lane.

“SHIT!” Eddie started to shake. He couldn’t go to jail. What are we gonna do?

“Eds! get your head down!” Richie pulled him against the door, under the windows and squeezed the small boy. Eddie squinted and clenched onto the taller boys sweater with his head pushed into Richie’s chest.

“Bill!” Bev tugged on his shirt sleeve.

“Oh god. Oh god. Oh god.” Ben clenched the arm rest and the empty bag of trail mix in his other hand.

“Bill turn here!” Mike spoke up. Bill frantically turned the wheel and pulled into a parking lot for the thrift store GoodWill. Stan kept looking back and made sure they weren’t followed. Luckily, the police car drove right past the turn and kept on. They all took deep breaths and tried to calm down.

Bev looked up and noticed the big store. Her voice shook but she puttered out, “Anyone up for shoplifting?”

Bev came out of the car first. Even before the murder she loved thrift shopping and fashion designing but she never had the money to buy herself clothes to experiment with. She looked the part though; she was wearing a white shirt with a design that was covered by long overalls that were a bit small on her and short with rips on the knee and one of Bill’s flannels and black converse. Stan wasn’t too happy about the flannel part but he was wearing Mike’s silk bomber jacket so he tried to shrug it off. They all walked in the store looking like suspicious teenagers, so not much was new. Richie liked the feeling of being intimidating even if it’s only to some 40 year old cashier.

They all went to different sections to find some clothes and of course the lovers always “found” their way into the same aisle as each other and Mike wanted his turn. Stan wandered to the back of the store where there was old furniture and tall shelves filled with knick knacks and old dolls (which creeped everyone out) and on the back wall there were old TVs and radios, (the TVs were always on static instead of an actual show). He sat down on the edge of a brown couch when he saw something in the corner of his eye. Something red was peeking out from the floor of the aisle to the side of him. He stood up and slowly made his way to the entrance on the shelf. He looked at the ground and saw red blood scattered on the floor and on his hands. As he looked up the section turned into the Marsh’s old apartment. Stan stood there wide-eyed almost about to cry, but no sound came out. He backed out of the aisle and clenched his hair, “stop,” he whispered, “Stop!” he cried, “STOP!” His back hit the back wall which was now covered in the same wallpaper as Beverly’s old kitchen. He looked down at his feet and saw a knife, the knife he used, covered in blood, “no…” He kept walking backwards in attempt to get away from the visions. He whipped his head left and right to search for a way out, when the front door opened.

“Mike?” Stan said. He ran to the figure in the “doorway” and hugged him.

“Stan? What’s goin’ on?”

Stan opened his eyes and he could see the end of an aisle and he let go of the hug. There was no blood on his hands and the floor was clean, “I… Sorry… I just saw…” His voice broke and Mike could tell he was about to tear up so he put his hand on Stan’s shoulders and said, “Hey it’s okay,”

Mike looked at Stan and admired him. Stan did the same. Their eyes locked. Until they both slowly closed them and leaned in. Their lips touched softly.

“Holy shit…” Richie whispered to himself from the end of the aisle, “You motherfuckers… You motherfuckers!” Richie stormed off.

Richie walked outside where the losers (except Eddie and Bill who were in the bathroom. They got situated in the car until Richie saw Eddie walk out the store and ran to him.

Eddie noticed he was angry and walked to him “Richie! What’s the matter?” He frowned when he got no response but a blank stare past him, “Rich?” Eddie clutches into his jacket and shook him but Richie yanked his arm out of his grasp when he saw Bill, then realized his mistake.

“What the hell?” Eddie said.

“Eds! I…”

“What the fuck is going on?”

“I- I need Bill”

“What- Bill? What’s wrong?”

“Just one second!” Richie yelled and pushed past the smaller boy.

“Richie!” Eddie stumbled back. He was visibly angry.

“Wuh-w-What’s going o-on?” Bill walked up behind Eddie in alarm.

“Bill!” Richie didn’t know how to word this, “I- uh… I saw…”

“What?” Eddie and Bill looked at him confused.

“Break up with Stan!” He blurted out. He squinted at his stupidity.

“What!” Bill looked at Richie like he was monster, he loved Stan.

Eddie look at Richie “What the hell Richie?!”

“Wuh-w-wuh-What a-are you tuh-t-talking ab-buh-bout?”

“Bill… I…”

“Ruh-R-Richie! W-What are you tuh-talking about?!”

“Look Bill I’m so sorry,” Richie reached out for him but he stepped back.

“What happened?” Bill said it sternly without stutter  and it made Richie feel terrible. How could he tell him this.

“Stan cheated on you.”

“W-wuh… What?”

“Richie what the hell?” Eddie said from behind.

“No… he-he didn’t! You’re luh-l-lying!” Bill pushed him.

Once Richie caught his balance and yelled, “Look Bill! I’m sorry! He- He kissed Mike!”

“Stuh-Stop it! Stan- He wouldn't duh-do that!” he choked on a sob.

“Bill you have to listen to me!”

“Tuh-Take it back!”

Richie’s eyes went wide. He’s heard those words before. “Bill… Please!”

“Take it back!” no stutter.

“I- I can’t!” Richie kept walking back as Bill continued forward.

“Richie!” Eddie yelled, he knew what was going to happen. His best friend against his boyfriend, it was all too familiar.

“Denbrough! Listen to me! I don’t know what happened! But they- They!-“

Bam

They all knew it was bound to happen. Bill punched him straight in the jaw.

“BILL!” Eddie screeched. He pushed past the taller boy and kneeled down to his “boyfriend” with the bloody lip, laying in the street. Heads around them were turning and the rest of the club came out from the car, including Stan and Mike.

“What’s going on?” Bev yelled, “Richie! Oh my god!”

“Bill?” Stan hurried to him and left Mike behind to help pick up Richie.

Eddie parted from his boyfriend when Mike and Ben lifted him up, “What the fuck Bill?!” Eddie pushed Bill back. He only stumbled a couple of steps.

“Hey! What happened?” Stan went between them and held onto Bill.

“You’re a piece of shit, Uris!” Eddie spat.

“Eddie!” Bev yelled

“What happened?” Ben repeated.

“Is ih-it tuh-true?” Bill said parting from Stan's arms and holding his hands.

“What?”

“You fucking kissed Mike!” Eddie yelled.

Stan’s eyes went wide and Mike looked down.

“I- I…”

“Oh muh-my god…” Bill said. He backed away from the group.

“Bill,” Bev had Eddie in a comforting hug.

“Bill wait!” Ben yelled. Richie squinted while his ear started ringing from the noise. Richie was able to stand alone now and Eddie ran to hug him.

“Bill!” Beverly ran towards the boy who started running away from the parking lot and back into the forest.

“Bev! Wait!” Ben yelled, but he was too late.

A/N: Hahahaha sorry.

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