#im a little baffled as to why this was sent to my main but i appreciate the kind words anyway! (lighthearted)

[missr3n3]

I'm going to explode because I like the way ya drew tromp my goat from dystopia from the hit game incredibox

thanks! i'm glad you like it ^_^

i guess i may as well take the chance to plug my sideblog again if anyone else wants to see me go insane about another tragic robot/cyborg character lol

and here's another lil tromp drawing bc i felt like it:

[bengals-barnesbabe]

Picture Day

Tee Higgins x Chase!Reader

Desc: You start getting antsy 5 weeks postpartum and find something to do with your hands.

TW: nothing too bad, mostly fluff.

Princess Ti | Main Masterlist

WC: about 1k

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The buzz from your clippers fed your creative soul. You had only come in the salon to reminisce and take some time to yourself while your baby girl naps. You couldn't help but miss the chatter of clientele and the smell of coconut oil usually in the air. The pristine white counters in front of each station were completely bare, only each counter’s handheld hair dryer sticking out of the black cubbies.

Sitting in front of the first station, you think back to when your husband asked you what you really wanted in your home. It was a ballsy ask, in your opinion; you weren’t even sure what he meant by it. But he said you could turn the basement into whatever you wanted. It baffled you because you thought he’d want a man cave to escape the realities of marriage. That’s what your dad did, so you thought it was normal to think so.

So you tossed around the idea of taking on more personal and private clients in a home suite. A month later, he pleasantly surprised you with a fully furnished and functional home salon. It resembled a mini version of your main salon in the city. There is nothing that man wouldn't do for you.

After giving birth, Tee kicked into full dad mode. When he said your only job once Tiana was born was to just take care of her, he did not go back on his word. He's been an absolutely phenomenal father and partner, always taking her when you need a break, making sure you eat and stay hydrated, and even getting up during the night to calm her down. Him and your brother are literally upstairs putting together a new nursery glider so your morning feedings can be cozier.

Maybe that's why you're so antsy. You were so used to always caring for others; now that someone is holding you down the same way, you don't know what to do with yourself. You don't even cook anymore. Your mom has been handling all the meals so you can take time and heal. Everything they were doing was amazing, and you deeply appreciated it, but damn, you were bored.

The sound of your phone buzzing made your train of thought drown.

Bigheaded Dumbass🐧

we're done with yo fancy ass chair, come see it while Titi still sleep

sent at 2:23 pm

You thought about going back upstairs for a minute, but a different idea caught your attention.

To: Bigheaded Dumbass🐧

I have a better idea, you bring your wack ass fade to the basement and come sit in my chair😌

read at 2:27 pm

Bigheaded Dumbass🐧

arent you supposed to be resting, imma tell momma👎🏾

To: Bigheaded Dumbass🐧

Im offering you a free haircut and you wanna go rat me out😑 don't you have team pictures in a few days👀

Bigheaded Dumbass🐧

fine im coming, but when momma finds out I'm blaming you

To: Bigheaded Dumbass🐧

yea right, just come down here. AND DONT TELL TEE!

Bigheaded Dumbass🐧

yea... a little late for that one😬

read at 2:33 pm

Great, just when you thought you'd be able to do your own thing, your little brother goes and fucks it up before it happens.

Oh well, you shrugged and walked over to the back of the salon for your supplies to set up for Ja'Marr's haircut. You grabbed an apron for you and a barber cape for him (even though you should let him be itchy for threatening to snitch), your black pro clippers, a razor, a number 1 and 2 comb, some holding spray, and a brush. Then, set up your chair.

Minutes later, you were all ready, and your client walked in with your husband.

"Y/n, what are you doing?" He asked with an amused smirk on his face.

"I'm giving my brother the haircut he so desperately needs." You smile back, patting the back of the chair for J to sit down.

"You're supposed to be resting." He crosses his arms as you drape the cape over your brother.

Smirking, you untie your apron and walk up to your husband with your hands on your hips. "Look at me, babe." You slowly spin around to give him an eyeful of your postpartum baby body.

"I see you, mamas. Trust me, I see you." The very nice thing about everyone making sure you take care of yourself these last few weeks has been your ability to prioritize your "snap back." You weren't working out to get to a certain shape. You were just prioritizing strengthening your core, which meant some belly binding, light ab exercises, and self-care. You were nowhere near your pre-baby weight, but you liked the extra curves, and someone else did too.

"You can't just expect me to just sit down and wait for Tiana to wake up. I gotta keep my body active, practice my trade."

He knew you were saying words, but ever since that apron came off, his mind was somewhere else. "Oh, I know how you can get active."

"Alright, y'all just nasty. Am I getting my hair done or what?" Ja'Marr groans from behind you.

"Yea Tee, you gon' let me work or what?" You say, biting your lip.

He takes a deep breath and shakes his head. "Fine," he says, pulling a waiting chair over to the corner of your area. The 6-week rule playing over and over in his mind.

"Good, now let's get to work. Don't worry babe, you're next." You chirp, picking up the brush to begin the haircut.

But Ja'Marr jerks his head away. "Ay, Y/n don't go too rough now."

You can't help but snort. "Yes, yes, I know. You too tenderheaded for my skills."

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~ a/n: yall see what I did there ;) last addition to the au for a while. time to go work on some other fics ♡

[gaydadeddie]

sorry you talked about roy kent and my brain snapped (ted lasso was my last Main Fandom before 911) please lets get eddie into a yoga wine reality tv group with middle aged divorcees it would be truly glorious. he can watch fake love island and drink rose and talk about how he is hopelessly in love with his co-worker best friend and doesn't know what to do about it.

and all of the women LOVE HIMMMM and buck's all like "hey, it's thursday karaoke night! come with!" and eddie's like "buck im sorry im sooo busy on thursdays" meanwhile he's in a slutty little tank top and sweatpants drinking a bottle of rosé while nancy tells him about how her own son came out at 23 and cindy says how proud she will be of eddie if he does the same!! even if his own parents are weird about it --also they keep egging him on to talk to buck?? so one night, after a particularly emotional bachelorette episode (where the bachelorette talks about how she thinks she sent home the wrong guy and will always regret it) , they convince him, wine drunk, to call buck!!! and so he does!! and buck's like "eddie, are you drunk right now??? what's going on" and tracks his location (obviously it's shared) and shows up to nancy's house and finds eddie there among all the ladies on the couch and is just soooooooo baffled dhchshdhsuxh and all the ladies are like "ohhhhhhh i get why youre so hung up on him" 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

[kaixserzz]

From what i read on your old blog, zandik is the better cook, so it got me thinking of a lil scenario:

It was zandik's birthday, but he didn't care. What so special about birthdays anyway? It's no different from any other day, at least that's what he thought. You seemed to have a different view, 'of course it's important!!' your voice echoed in his head, he let out a sigh. He'd rather be tending to his reaserch and experiments right about now, but you've kicked him out of your shared little home, telling him to 'get himself something nice' and sent him off with a bag of mora in his hands. He honestly couldn't believe you'd managed to do that, granted, you did shove him all the way out of his chair and out of the house, but he didn't try too hard to stop you either. He'd humor you this time, but only because you were being much more tolerable lately.

The bag of mora jingled with each step zandik took as he made his way back to your shared house, of course he didn't get anything, why would he? Anything he needed you'd get him before he'd even ask for it, he'd just be throwing your hard earned money away.

The strong and chocking smell of smoke was what first assaulted zandik's poor nose as he opened the front door. 'what have you done this time??' as he stomped his way to the kitchen, the main source of the smoke, and-

.

.

It was quite... a sight, it left him and baffled. The kitchen was a wreck, flour and batter was covering the counters, and... the ceiling too?? Your face was covered in soot and flour, your hands covered in thick, strawberry patterned oven mitts, the same ones you insisted to buy because 'the little strawberries are so cute'. In your hands was a cake, well, what's left of it anyway. It was burnt beyond recognition, and still in the silver pan you baked it in, which was now also somehow, burnt. You were trying (and failing) to scrape the cake onto a plate, but it seemed to have literally fused to the pan.

It was only due to the sound of zandik dropping the bag of mora on the ground that you'd finally noticed his presence. Clear shock was written all over his face, his red eyes met yours

"uh... Happy birthday?"

STOPPP NOT MY OLD BLOG 😭😭 but i guess i both hc that zandik can cook, and can't cook. ITS JUST. IT FEELS LIKE HE COULD COOK, BUT LIKE, SOMETIMES IM LIKE "that bitch should never enter the kitchen".. IT SEEMS SO SILLY FOR HIM TO BE THE ONE WHO'S GOOD AT COOKING (thats why my writing may differ time to time)

BUT THIS IS SO FUNNY AHAHAH,, he'd really rather be in his room because, well, birthdays were never important to him. it's not like people wanted to celebrate his birthday either way. you on the other hand? you're more sentimental on things that shouldn't be a big deal, but you are anyways. that's one of the things that makes you, you.

however, he does not appreciate you kicking him out of the comfort of your shared dorm room... he didn't complain, but that's besides the point (you looked so excited, he couldn't say no)! so he spent the day in a library to read whatever that interests him, and ignoring the stares and whispers behind his back.

he didn't except to come home to such a catastrophe. there are many reasons why zandik has banned you from the kitchen, and you making an absolute wreck of the kitchen as if a hurricane just passed your dorm was one of the reasons why he made those rules!! he pinched the bridge of his nose, holding back from showing any more irritation to not break your poor fragile heart. he should've known you'd pull something like this.

so he literally spent the majority of his birthday helping you clean up the kitchen. he sent you to the bathroom to take a bath halfway through and when you finished, he's putting back the rest of the messy plates on the drying rack.

zandik sighs when he looked at you. you were like a dejected kicked puppy with the way you acted, a frown on your lips and eyes all teary. you just felt extremely bad for fucking up :(

"i just wanted to do something special for your birthday..." you mutter, fidgeting with your fingers and refusing to look at him. you hear him sigh again, and you tried not feel more humiliated than you already do. but the unexpected happened.

zandik wrapped his arms around your body, his face buried on your neck. then he pulled away quickly, not before planting a kiss on your cheek. "you're always so thoughtful. i appreciate that. next time, try not to make a mess."

the way you instantly brightened up, face completely flushed in embarrassment, but happy he's not that pissed at you for wasting a day away from his work. "i promise! i'll just buy you a cake." you grinned, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. zandik could feel the tips of his ears burn before he pushed you away, glaring at you.

"don't get any ideas just because i thanked you!" you only laughed at that, and he felt his insides melt at the sound of it. maybe just by having you around was enough as a birthday gift for zandik.

"now, tell me..." he hesitated. "when's your birthday?" the shit eating grin on your face makes me regret that he ever asked.

THIS IS SUCH A CUTE IDEA ANOND SHDSAGHDA zandik could NEVER be too mad at you!! esp when he's hopelessly inlove AHAHAHA <33

[animereaderinsertwriter]

Cupbearer (Eren/Reader)

Part III

Part I

Part II

Part IV (in progress)

Warnings: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT (im watching you, if you see this, begone!), vampire!eren, hunter!reader, fem!reader, smut, some amount of predator/prey dynamics but only kinda?? there is also a significant age difference but only cos eren is immortal and all that jazz. we're all adults here. there will eventually be smut.... and do i really need to say that there's gonna be blood in a vampire fic?

Description: A story of falling in love in 4 parts.

Eren is a bad man (well, a bad Creature) who has done bad things. When he meets the great-great-great granddaughter of one of his former friends in his favorite blood bar, however, he thinks it might not matter so much what happened in the past, so long as he can make the future something worth living to see.

Ao3 link here

After that night, it became increasingly hard for (Y/N) to leave, and for Eren to let her do so.

Something between them had changed. There were moments— when Eren would press feather-light kisses against her forehead, when he would casually leave a cup of her favorite tea where she would find it— where (Y/N) felt as though her heart might burst. It was all the little things that baffled her, all the ways in which he seemed to understand exactly how she felt; it was as though he knew her more than she knew herself. On the mornings that she would wake in his bed, sleepy and sticky and wholly content, (Y/N) wondered what it would be like to have this life forever.

Other days— on days like today— she was reminded exactly why that could never be, and it broke her heart.

Today, they had planned a romantic dinner in the park, an evening under the stars. It was supposed to be something special, a little getaway just for the two of them; they had wanted to leave as soon as (Y/N) was relieved from her patrol, so Eren had moved her things to his place, hoping that they could leave together from there for their evening alone.

In and of itself, that was fine… but when (Y/N) came in, covered head-to-toe in viscous Creature blood, Eren was furious.

“And you call me a monster,” he growled, looking her up and down with hate in his eyes. “I can’t believe you.”

He stood from his seat on the sofa, and (Y/N) began to back away, still wary from the fight she had narrowly escaped from unscathed. Her every instinct told her that she should run, fire a round of silver bullets into his chest, but she steeled herself, doing neither.

“It’s not my fault— they were attacking a civilian,” she told him as he stalked towards her, his face twisted into a horrific scowl. “I tried to stop them— tried to find out what was going on— but then they came at me with their claws, and I was left with no choice.”

“There is always a choice,” he snarled, and it was then that anger filled (Y/N) from the soles of her feet to the crown of her head. "They were probably terrified of you— how could you possibly blame them for lashing out?"

(Y/N) grit her teeth.

“This, from the man who thought genocide was his only option to the same problem?”

Eren made a low, warning sound in the back of his throat, but (Y/N) pressed on.

“You would rather me have died?” she demanded, stepping into his space. “Would it have pleased you more for my body to bleed out on the pavement, ripped to shreds by an aggressive werewolf? Would you even care, or would you just find the next blood bag and move on with your life?”

“Maybe so,” he shot back, “Then I wouldn’t have to deal with your insufferable mouth.”

That stung— but if there was one thing (Y/N) knew how to do, it was to strike back twice as hard as she had been struck.

“Fine then,” she said, turning on her heel. “I won’t bother you any longer. I’ll go out and find someone who actually wants my company, someone who’ll fuck me good and proper over the counter at some hole-in-the-wall bar over on Easy Street, someone younger, with a nicer cock and less fucking baggage— ”

She didn’t get to finish the sentence, or even walk a single step further— Eren grabbed her by the hair and pulled her to him, his fist painfully tight against her scalp.

“Wanna say that again, to my face?” he asked, tilting her head back.

“I’ll go find someone else to fuck me,” she spat, struggling in vain against him. “I’ll spread my legs for the next available schmuck in the closest bar I can find, so you can hear me scream his name and not yours.”

It was a low blow, to threaten a vampire’s claim on something they had previously assumed had belonged to them, but (Y/N) didn’t care. She had almost died today, and she’d be damned if she was going to take shit from anyone about what she had to do to survive. If Eren wanted a fight, she would damn sure give him one.

“Like hell you will,” he told her, pulling her head back so that she had to strain to remain standing. “You’re mine. Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood— you are my Companion.”

"I belong to no one!"

Those words ripped from her throat and echoed throughout the empty house, and it was then that Eren stopped, looking at her with calculation in his gaze.

"You're right," he said, releasing her hair. "No mortal can serve two masters, lest they love one and despise the other; an archaic religious concept, but an accurate one nonetheless. You've made it abundantly clear where your loyalty lies. I was a fool for thinking otherwise."

(Y/N) began to tremble. "Eren, what are you saying?"

"I release you from our pact," he replied coldly, his eyes so dull and lifeless that it sent a chill down her spine. "No longer are you bound to be my wine-press— I free you from me."

"Eren—"

"Go," he commanded, and (Y/N) felt terribly, horribly empty.

Once, he would have told her to come freely, go safely, and leave something of the happiness she brought him; now, he gave her a cold dismissal, and it frightened her more than she was willing to admit. Still, she went, feeling hollow and used, and she didn't bother to shut the door behind her as she turned to walk home, weary from the day and sick from fighting.

***

Armin had lived for a very long time, but even so, he had yet to meet anyone so foul of temper as Eren when the Hunger was on him.

"Eren, you have to feed."

The vampire, as ill in health as in temper, glared weakly at him. "I'm not hungry."

"But you are Hungry, and don't pretend like you don't know what I'm talking about. Look, if this is about that girl—"

"I told you not to speak of her!"

Ah, so it was about her. By the looks of him, it had been two weeks since Eren had fed; Armin would bet that he hadn't seen her in the same amount of time.

"If I need to, I'll drag her here to make up with you myself," said Armin testily, "I refuse to watch my best friend starve himself because he refuses to feed on anyone else."

"You will not touch her."

Armin rolled his eyes, but didn't say anything further. He just patted Eren's arm in farewell and set about finding the little lady who was the root cause of his current consternation.

It took longer than Armin had anticipated to find the young woman who had, for all intents and purposes, completely unraveled Eren's composure; her scent, while thick and memorable in Eren's apartment, was hard to track otherwise. Armin spent two hours just wandering the city while trying to catch a breath of it here or there, and when he finally did manage to catch a whiff of her scent and follow it to her, he understood exactly why it had been so hard to track her down.

The girl was a Hunter, of all things.

When Armin found her, she was knee-deep in sewage, her knife embedded to the hilt in the skull of what appeared to be some species of winged reptile. Armin, having been a tad desperate and not actually having been expecting to find anything when he lifted the lid to the man-hole on 32nd and Main, was surprised to say the least— and when (Y/N) ripped her knife free and readjusted her stance into a defensive one directed at him, his surprise turned to intrigue.

“Er, hello there,” he said, scratching the back of his head. “I don’t suppose you’ll take my word for it that I just want to chat, will you?”

Curiously, the words gave the woman pause. She relaxed her stance ever-so-slightly, and then her eyes lit up with recognition.

“Armin Arlert?” she queried, craning her neck up to see him. “Is that you?”

This one grows curiouser and curiouser, he thought, but responded affirmatively.

“Can you give me a bit, then?” she asked, kicking the corpse of the Creature she’d just killed. “I’m not exactly fit for company. Perhaps we could meet later for a discussion over tea?”

“I’m afraid it’s urgent,” he said as she knelt to decapitate her prey— likely for proof of victory. “I think you know why I’m here, so you understand that time is of the essence.”

She didn’t look up at him as she replied.

“If this is about Eren, then I don’t have time to talk.”

Her tone was hard, bitter, and matter-of-fact, and it reminded Armin so much of Jean that it hurt… but just like Jean, Armin would bet that she could be won over by appealing to her inherent sense of human decency

“He’s suffering (Y/N),” he said, awkwardly crouching above the manhole so that she could better see the truth written in his eyes. “He won’t feed.”

“That’s hardly my problem.”

And oh, how well Armin knew that state of mind. If there was one thing Eren Jaeger knew how to do, it was push away the people who loved him most. Armin had dealt with that particularly lovely quirk of his for centuries, and it never got easier to deal with no matter how much time passed. If anything, it got more difficult the older they both got.

“When you’re the solution to a problem, you become a part of it whether you like it or not,” Armin replied, patient and understanding. “He cares for you.”

(Y/N) looked up at him then, fury in her eyes.

“He hurt me.”

Armin shrugged. “He hurts everyone he cares about. It’s just who he is. Nothing comes for free— least of all the love and loyalty of someone as old and as powerful as Eren.”

“Your heart may be toughened to his meanness,” she told him, the head of the creature she’d slain in her hands, “But mine is not, and I don’t like him well enough to willfully remain for him to use as an emotional punching bag.”

At that, Armin couldn’t help but let loose a wry grin.

“No,” he said, “I should think not; but I do think you love him well enough to make sure he doesn’t starve himself to death because he can’t have you.”

(Y/N) was silent for a long moment, then she crossed her arms.

“I won’t come crawling to him. He’s going to have to come to me.”

Armin grimaced. He wasn’t looking forward to that conversation.

“Is that at all negotiable?”

(Y/N) shook her head. “Absolutely not.”

Well, there was nothing for it.

“And you will let him feed if he comes to you?”

(Y/N) thought, then nodded. “If he proves himself deserving.”

Armin couldn't help himself; he laughed. Eren might have met his match in this one.

"Very well. I'll work my magic, and you work yours."

She nodded and bade him farewell, but before Armin left, he paused.

"Hey, (Y/N)?"

"Yes?"

"Thank you."

With that, he left her, ready to take Eren by the ear and throw him at her if he had to.

***

(Y/N)'s heart was racing as she opened the door, knowing good and well who would be behind it.

After her little talk with Armin— and the near heart attack he had given her in the process— she had called in to Zeke and told him she needed to go home to deal with an emergency. A replacement for her patrols had been sent, and she had come home to wash the grim from her skin, making herself as presentable as possible with the time she had. (Y/N) was worried, so worried, that the filth she had been wading in earlier would have left a lingering stench, or even that it had affected the taste of her; she had scrubbed and scrubbed until her skin was raw, hoping to erase every last remnant of her day from her skin…but as it turned out, she needn't have bothered.

Two, three, four hours later, and Eren hadn't shown— it was only now, right at the six hour mark, that he had decided to come to her.

Needless to say, (Y/N) was… less than pleased, but when she opened the door to find Eren pale and drawn, with dark circles beneath his eyes, her heart softened ever-so-slightly. It seemed that Armin was right; he had been suffering.

"You look like shit," she told him quietly, opening her door widely to let him in.

"I assure you, I feel worse," Eren grumbled, but stepped in as she closed the door behind him.

For a long, awkward moment, they just looked at each other, silent and unsure. It was unsettling how unlike himself Eren seemed; he was almost soft when he looked at her, and (Y/N) didn't know how to feel about it. Eventually, though, like two opposite ends of a magnet, they were drawn together, and Eren brushed a piece of hair back from her face.

"Hi," he said, his voice low and rough. (Y/N) caught his hand in hers before it could fall from her hair, and she pressed it against her chest, keeping it trapped there, touching the skin above her beating heart.

"Hey."

They watched each other a moment more before the dam broke between them, and they both spoke at once.

"I'm sorry."

A shared grin, a shy laugh— and then (Y/N) said what they both were thinking.

"You need to feed first, and talk later," she told him, her hand still clasped in his. "You're not off the hook, but I doubt we can have any real conversation with you like this."

Eren nodded gratefully, tugging at her wrist— his usual biting spot— but (Y/N) shook her head, indicating her neck. The thickest, richest blood, she knew, would come from there; and if there was ever a time to be generous with the placement of Eren's bite, she figured that it would be now.

The worst of it was over quickly. There was a brief sting at the intrusion of razor-sharp fangs, and then the vaguely uncomfortable feeling of having something poking down into places that decidedly should not be poked at all, but then (Y/N) quickly eased into the rhythm of the act, focusing wholly on the way Eren's lips felt against her skin. In a few moments, she would become pleasantly light-headed, and then Eren would pull away and look at her like she'd hung the stars. Oh, how she'd missed that look! (Y/N) found herself longing for it even before she quite realized it.

And then, without warning, a vision came, and (Y/N) was swept into another world entirely.

The evening sky rolled endlessly out towards the horizon; it seemed to go on forever, sparkling with more stars than (Y/N) had ever seen before. The full moon was so bright that it cast the whole world in what seemed like silver sunlight, and (Y/N) wondered how anyone could sleep on a night such as this. It was far too beautiful an experience to miss.

Alongside her— alongside Eren, through whose eyes she saw the world— strode Armin and two older-looking cadets who she recognized from previous memories as Reiner and Berthold. Eren was feeling anxious over something, and Reiner and Berthold were… well, they were kind. Reiner especially seemed to be like an older brother, and Eren admired him.

"You'll do just fine tomorrow," said Reiner, placing a large, warm hand on Eren's shoulder. "I'm certain of it."

The memory ended, and (Y/N) came back to herself as Eren's tongue laved over the wounds his fangs had left in her neck, sealing them.

"See anything?" he asked, his breath warm against her skin, and (Y/N) nodded.

"You loved them, too," she said softly, remembering the fondness Eren had felt as though it had been her own. "You loved the Hunters that tried to take everything from you, and— and I think they loved you, too."

Eren pulled away from her, and it was then that she saw the tears shining in his eyes.

"Yes," he replied, his voice broken. "We were children. How could we not love each other as God intended? Hate was never in our nature; it was an inheritance that we couldn't escape."

He paused for a moment, then spoke again.

"I'm sorry I hurt you," he told her, cupping her cheek in his hand. "I lost my temper. I forget— I forget that you're not them."

And (Y/N) understood. She understood that no matter how many centuries passed, there would be wounds that just wouldn't heal for Eren. He would lash out at things that wouldn't make sense to anyone who hadn't experienced the horrors of war as he had. Suddenly, she felt petty for having lashed out as she had, and guilt threatened to rise up and choke her.

"You're forgiven," she replied, leaning into his touch. "It takes two to tango— I shouldn't have baited you like I did. I knew how badly that would hurt you, and that's exactly why I said it."

At that, Eren cracked a grin.

"I expect nothing less from a Kirschtein. Your grandfather would have punched me square in the jaw— and as big as that bastard got when we were older, he probably would have put me on my ass."

(Y/N) couldn't help but laugh, and Eren joined her, their combined joy swelling until there was nothing else in the world but their happiness.

How they started kissing, neither one of them would be able to say afterwards, but in the grand scheme of things, it hardly mattered. Their love was too large to contain, too much to hold back— and it was love, (Y/N) realized, though she hadn't quite put words to it yet. She loved Eren Jaeger, a Creature, a monster, as much as her grandfather before her had and more. She loved him with a desperation that felt like being knocked over by an ocean wave and plunged into depths where her feet no longer touched the sand. She loved him more than she had ever loved anyone before.

And, as he placed her gently on her bed that was barely big enough for two, divesting himself of his shirt above her, (Y/N) thought that maybe she didn't mind it so much as long as he loved her in return.

"I missed you," said Eren, dropping kisses by her ear as he unhooked her bra. "I missed this."

"Me too," she gasped as his mouth wandered to her nipple, her hands fisting in his hair. "Oh, God, I missed you too."

The time for words was soon gone, however; Eren's sinful, sinful mouth traveled lower and lower until he was kissing at the insides of her thighs, parting them to access what lay between, and (Y/N) threw her head back as he spread her open with his hands and sucked brazenly at her clit.

How long he spent there, worshipping her sex, (Y/N) had no idea; all she knew was that she came once from his mouth on her and a second time from his fingers inside her, and when he finally, mercifully withdrew, she was broken down to the simplest parts of herself; there was nothing left but an affection so deep that it threatened to overtake her if she didn't let it out, and she did the only thing she knew to do to release the overwhelming pressure that was building in her chest as Eren pushed his big, veiny cock into her.

She told him what she should have said a long time ago.

"Oh, Eren," she gasped as his cockhead shoved deep inside her. "I love you."

As soon as the words came out of her mouth, Eren went unnaturally still. He looked at her with pupils blown wide inside emerald eyes, and his fangs slightly distended; in any other situation, (Y/N) might have laughed at how surprised he seemed, but it seemed as though she were frozen in time, unable to do anything but stare earnestly up at them, hoping he understood how much she cared for him.

"You… what?"

"I love you," she repeated, her body moving without her permission to roll her hips up into him, moving his cock even further inside her. "Please, Eren, I need—"

He cut her off with a forceful, bruising kiss, and his hips started making slow, deep thrusts inside her, her legs hiked up over his shoulders.

"Again," he said against her lips."Say it again."

"I love you."

Another thrust or two, a hand circling her wounded throat.

"Again."

"I love you, Eren."

"Again."

This time, it was only a whisper.

"I love you," she said, and Eren began fucking her in earnest.

"You are so fucking beautiful," he told her as he thrust hard and deep inside her. "You're every man's dream, a nirvana the damned such as myself were never meant to reach. (Y/N), you are everything, and I—"

He seemed to choke on the words, and (Y/N) kissed him as he tried to regain his composure.

"I don't deserve you," he said, shaking with the force of their passion. "I don't deserve your love."

It's not about deserving, she wanted to say, It never was, but then she was coming again, her climax contracting her walls around her lover, and it was all she could do to remain conscious as Eren fucked her relentlessly through it all, chasing his own high.

It was only later, after a shower and something to eat that they finally spoke again. They were back in bed, and Eren's arm was wrapped around her, as though he were afraid to let her go for even a moment; truthfully, (Y/N) thought he was asleep, but then his breath tickled her ear as he said,

"I love you, angel."

And that, (Y/N) thought, had been worth it all, in the end.

[sunnydaisy1]

Arts and Crafts

SAM WILSON X READER

A/N: there is not enough sam fics on tumblr so here I am. I haven’t edited this i am too tired for life right now. Also please send me requests for marvel especially peter parker, sam wilson, bucky, steve and scott.

You yawned as you walked into the main kitchen and living area the avengers shared. Tony had sent a message round to everyone telling them to gather here and considering that the time was 7 o'clock in the morning you weren't best pleased. Nat was leaning against one of the counters and snorted at your sleepy expression as you walked past her to the coffee machine. You glared at her and returned to your coffee making, rubbing your eyes as the machine started pouring caffeine into your mug. Once the steaming beverage was done, you sleepily dragged yourself to the breakfast bar and plopped down into one of the stools. At that moment, Steve, Sam and Bucky entered the room, obviously having just finished a group workout as they were all freshly showered and wafting man smell everywhere. You rolled your eyes at their annoyingly energetic selves and sipped your coffee. When Sam noticed your slumped form at the bar he smiled softly and walked over to you, scooting into the seat next to you and reaching out to take a sip of your coffee. Unfortunately for you, you were too late to prevent the smirking soldier from slurping a large proportion of your beverage. You grumbled and glared at Sam who passed you back your mug with a cheeky grin. "You look cheery this morning." He said, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning onto the counter. "Well sorry mr early bird but some of us don't appreciate being woken up at the crack of dawn for a meeting stark called and hasnt even turned up for yet." You snarked back, causing a chuckle to fall from Sam, "It's quarter past 7 love, dawn was 3 hours ago." You glared at him for what felt the 100th time that morning and felt a small heat rise to your face as you saw the obnoxiously handsome smirk Sam held on his face and the way his biceps were bulging as they leaned on the bar top. "Same thing." You mumbled, draining the last drops of your coffee. Tony walked in and Steve grumbled a 'finally' as you all turned your attention to the billionaire carrying some pastries. He dumped them in front of you and Sam and you both instantly reached in to pull out breakfast. "What's this all about then Stark?" Sam asked as he chewed on his pecan twist. "Ive gathered you all here because we have got a charity event today for some of the schools in the area. You all will be hosting an activity for the kids. We have 2 hours until they all arrive." You grimaced as you vaguely remembered Tony mentioning the charity event a few weeks back but you had been so busy on missions recently you had forgotten. Judging by the similar looks on the teams' faces around the room, you gathered that the event had also slipped their minds. "So... Steve and Bucky you will be hosting the self defense taster down in the gym, a few agents will also be down there to ensure you aren't teaching them anything too aggressive..." Tony continued to list off everyone in the room and ticked off his checklist, "Okay and finally, Wilson and Agent L/N will be hosting arts and crafts in the downstairs hall." At once Sam spoke up, "wait why have I got stuck with arts and crafts?" You chuckled at his distraught expression, he obviously thought he was above painting and colouring. "Why you scared of a lil glitter Sammy?" You giggled and he glared at you, hating the effect that nickname had on him. "No...I just think my talents lie elsewhere." He replied causing you to snort. "Well suck it up Wilson." Tony replied and you saw Bucky and Steve wetting themselves on the other side of the room. Sam had obviously noticed too as he had a huge frown on his face and was scowling at them. "Alright everybody go get ready, all your supplies should be in the rooms already. And remember, 2 hours until they arrive." You sighed and stood up, placing your mug in the dishwasher. Sam was waiting by the door, and you nudged him as you both walked out, "Come on Wilson, cheer up, your stuck with me for 6 hours." Sam groaned and rolled his eyes, "Oh great." When you both reached the room, your eyes widened when you looked at the large pile of boxes brimming with craft supplies stacked in the middle of the room. "Jeeezz." Sam breathed out, walking over to inspect the mountain. You both opened the cardboard box lids and scanned the supplies, "Where do we even start?" You asked, baffled at the amount Tony had ordered. "Guess we just start with one box and empty them until it's all set up." Sam replied and you nodded, tying your hair up into a ponytail. Almost 2 hours later, the room had been transformed into a neatly organised explosion with paint, pencils, glitter glue and many other supplies on each table. "Okay, we have 5 minutes until the kiddos arrive." Sam stated, checking the watch on his wrist. "Cool, I'm gonna grab us some water and snacks from the kitchen. Try not to break anything while I'm gone." You teased and Sam playfully rolled his eyes, "Alright." When you arrived back into the room, arms loaded with bags of snacks, you immediately laughed at how awkward Sam looked surrounded by little kids all badgering him with questions. You quickly distributed the food into one of the empty cardboard boxes in the corner and walked over to Sam, giggling at his wide eyed expression of fear. "Hey everyone!" You said loudly, gathering all the little kids attentions, "I'm Y/N and this is Sam. We are gonna be doing arts and crafts with you today, how does that sound?" At once all the children cheered and you glanced at Sam who stood in awe and fear. "Okay then, lets all sit down at a table and we can start." The kids all ran to a chair and you walked over to Sam, "you okay Sammy?" He nodded slowly, "I don't know what I'm meant to do, they're so small." You chuckled and took his hand in yours, dragging him over to a table. "It'll be fine just relax, they can smell fear," You whispered. Soon, each child was creating some sort of masterpiece and you were sitting with a small group of kids who were colouring. "Wow Amy I love your dog it looks awesome." You commented, making the shy little girl beam. "Thankyou." She replied and you smiled, carrying on colouring a picture you had attempted to draw of an elephant. Glancing up to check on Sam, you looked to see he had a girl sat on his thigh as they both coloured something. You felt your heart begin to swell and butterflies fill your stomach as you watched the adorable scene. The girl was happily chatting away to Sam and he was nodding, laughing every so often and replying to many of the kids around the table. "Could you please pass me the green?" Tom asked, one of the boys sitting opposite Sam. "Yep, there you go." the soldier replied and Tom thanked him before returning to his drawing. The little girl sat on Sam's thigh tapped his arm and he looked down to her, "I want to give this to my Mum when I go home." Gracie said and Sam nodded, "that's very nice of you." Gracie blushed a little and grinned, "you should give your drawing to Y/N, then she could put it on her fridge like my mummy does." Sam glanced down at the image Gracie had drawn of Sam and you together that he was colouring. "I don't know about that..." He said and Gracie frowned, "you should give it to her and then she'll want to marry you and stick all your drawings on the fridge." Sam choked on his air a little, "why would she want to marry me because I gave her our picture?" Gracie sighed as if Sam had just asked the most obvious question there was, "because she loves you." "What? No she doesn't Gracie." Sam replied and Gracie shook her head, "Mummy told me when people love each other very much they look at each other in a special way and you and Y/N look at each other like that." Sam gaped at the little smiling girl on his lap and struggled to form any words at how outright she was being, "Oh urh no I dont think so." Gracie then giggled and said, "Plus Y/N was looking at your bum earlier so she definitely wants to marry you." Sam felt heat rise to his face and Gracie shrugged, not phased at all by their conversation. The pair continued to colour together and the topic quickly changed to the pasta Gracie had eaten last night for dinner. When the last few kids were leaving the craft room as it had eventually reached 3pm, you sighed and groaned at the mess of glitter and pens all around you. "I do not want to clear this up." You stated and Sam nodded, standing up from his chair, "Neither, I never knew kids could be this messy." You chuckled and glanced at the soldier walking towards you, instantly breaking out into laughter when you noticed the large red streak of paint across his cheek. At once Sam frowned and stopped next to you, "What?" You giggled and wiped your thumb across his cheek, showing him the red paint he had somehow managed to acquire. "Oh..." Sam said, rubbing the paint with the back of his hand but managing to just smudge it more. You chuckled and shook your head, "Sorry Sammy but your just making it worse." He huffed in frustration and put his hand down, giving up with cleaning his face, "Oh well, I'll wash it off later." Eventually, the room was turned back into a presentable state with only specks of glitter littered across the floor that you knew would be impossible to remove. You yawned and walked to the entrance, followed closely by Sam who turned the light off. "Im exhuasted." He said, trying to stifle a yawn. "Me too, I'm gonna head up for a shower." You replied and Sam nodded, "Alright, I'll see you later, chinese for dinner." You softly smiled and both walked to your seperate rooms, ready to wash off the paint and glitter encrusted into your skin. When you had given up on trying to remove all the glitter from your hair in the shower, you headed into your room and huddled under your duvet, wanting to catch up on some netflix before dinner. A knock at the door interrupted your series selection and you looked up to see Sam standing at your door, a small smile on his face. "Hey y/n." He said, closing the door behind him. "Hey Sammy, did you need anything?" You asked, confused why he looked so nervous. "Oh uh no, I just wanted to give you something." He replied, walking closer to you as you stood up and put your laptop on your cabinet. "Oh okay." You said, smiling under Sam's soft gaze. He handed you a sheet of paper and you frowned in confusion before turning it over and giggling. Sam rubbed the back of his neck nervously watching your eyes scan the drawing Gracie and him had made. "I know its stupid but I wanted you to have it." Sam said quietly and you looked up at his shy smile, "I love it." You grinned and he seemed to let out a breath of relief, "you can stick it on your fridge." You chuckled and rubbed your thumb over the drawing of you and sam standing together. "Thanks Sammy." The aforementioned soldier felt heat rise to his face and saw your eyes flick down to his lips. "Uh I should probably find Nat... see what she urm wants for dinner." You said awkwardly, trying not to focus on the way Sam was chewing his lip and the tight grey shirt he was wearing that unfairly showed off his chiselled chest and arms. "Oh right." Sam nodded, seeming to break out of a trance and opened your door, "I'll uh see you later yeah?" You nodded and he stepped out, looking at you one last time and giving you a small smile before disappearing down the corridor. You looked down at the drawing in your hand again and groaned, heart and muscles aching for you to run after the tall man and press your lips against his. Instead, you shut you door and walked to Nats room. When you knocked on her door, the red haired agent opened it with a knowing smirk on her face. "What's Wilson done now?" She asked and you groaned, stepping in to her room. You held out the drawing he gave you and Nat scanned it quickly before looking up at you in confusion. "Why have you got a drawing of you and Sam?" She asked, frowning. "He gave it to me." You sighed, causing Nat to laugh. "He gave it to you?" You nodded and Nat grinned, "wow he is so in love with you." You rolled your eyes at her sarcasm, "Wow thanks Nat. But seriously how am I meant to refrain from jumping his ass when he keeps doing adorable stuff like this?" Nat laughed and handed you back the paper, "You just need to go and tell him or you'll spend the rest of your lives dancing around each other and not doing anything about it." You sighed, "I know. But what if he doesnt like me back then I've just screwed up our friendship and the team dynamic." Nat nodded sympathetically, "I know it's scary but come on that man loves you to death and somehow everyone but you can see it." You looked down at the drawing again and nodded, "Fine, but if i end up dying on the spot from embarrassment after his rejection I'm blaming you." Nat rolled her eyes and pushed you out the door, shouting a 'good luck.' You nervously walked down the corridor and up the short staircase to the kitchen. Sam was leaning against the table, looking at something on his phone with a frown. Your heart instantly sped up and stomach did a hundred flips. You walked softly into the shared dining area and coughed lightly. At once, Sam looked up and smiled. "Urm I uh need to tell you something." You nervously stuttered, avoiding looking into his deep eyes. "Oh okay." Sam said, mind instantly running with negative ideas that you were hurt or he had done something wrong. "I urm well I... I think that you're urm." You looked up at him and his concerned eyes met yours. "Please could you uh turn around." Sam's face flitted with confusion, "wait what?" "I urm I cant talk with you looking at me like that." You said and Sam frowned but turned around. "Okay." He softly said, and you scanned his form, trying to build up the courage to tell him. "I guess I well I just want to say that I think you're the most lovely person in the world and I dont think that I could live without you Sam. You make me feel so comfortable and calm me down when I feel like the world is collapsing on me. You never fail to make me smile and I feel like the room lights up when you walk in. I love how kind and sweet you are to everyone but also how you make the stupidest jokes in the world and laugh your head off. I'm in love with you Sam and want to spend the rest of my life with you." You looked up to see Sam turning around to face you. You couldnt bear to meet his eye, knowing any possible friendship was now gone. A soft hand touched your cheek and lifted your head up, making your teary gaze meet his. "I'm in love with you too Y/N and I never want to leave your side." Sam pressed his lips against yours softly, making your heart stutter with happiness. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed your body against his, deepening the kiss as his hands squeezed your hips tightly. "Hey sam whens the chinese.... oh." Bucky said, his voice trailing off when he saw his best friend passionately kissing you. He wolf-whistled and chuckled, "Took you guys long enough." Sam broke apart from your lips, resting his forehead against yours, "Fuck off Buck." Bucky sniggered and walked out the kitchen again, hand raised in surrender. You opened your eyes to see Sam looking at you, "I love you." You spoke softly, "I love you too" before pressing your lips against his again and smiling into the kiss.

[callboxkat]

(Un)Broken - part 6

Author’s note: Sorry for the wait! I hope you guys like this one.

Warnings: food mention, headache mention, kinda implied racism?, Remy being an angsty boy

Word count: 1106

Look for the masterpost in the notes!

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That afternoon, Virgil had a shift at the record shop he worked at; so, it was rather late by the time he made it back to the crummy apartment complex he called home.

He entered his apartment and shut the door behind him as silently as the hinges allowed. All the lights in the apartment were off, including those in Remy’s room—the door was half-open—but Virgil could see a bluish glow within, roughly where Remy’s bed was. Probably from either his laptop or his phone.

Remy didn’t call out a greeting, and Virgil just crept past, not wanting to get yelled at like he had the day before. One of the floorboards creaked under his foot, but Remy still didn’t acknowledge him.

Virgil wondered what was going on with him. They’d gotten the insomnia thing sorted out months before, hadn’t they? And it was spring, so the odds were that it wasn’t related to his seasonal depression. Something must have happened on Monday.

Should he try to ask? Or would he just get yelled at again? Virgil honestly had no idea.

He ended up settling for spending the rest of the evening hanging out in the main room, rather than in his bedroom, in case Remy decided that he wanted to talk.

Even so, Virgil was surprised when, a few hours later, he heard shuffling footsteps coming up behind the couch. He turned his head to look, and there was his roommate: he had a blanket tugged around his shoulders, his sunglasses on crooked, and his hair hanging down in loose tangles. Virgil silently moved his feet so there’d be room for him to sit down.

Remy did so, sighing heavily. For several long minutes, neither of them said anything, just watching the television, which was playing a rerun of an old game show.

“Sorry,” Remy said, breaking the silence. His voice cracked in a way that sounded almost painful. Had… had he been crying?

“Hm?”

“Sorry,” Remy repeated. He cleared his throat. “For yelling at ya earlier.”

“You mean yesterday?”

Remy was silent for a second. “Right,” he commented absently.

“I mean…” Virgil sighed. “It’s fine, I guess.” Part of him wanted to be more upset about having been told to ‘f--- off’, but Remy looked pretty rough. “Are you okay?”

“Hmm.” Remy leaned the back of his head against the couch. “Nah, girl,” he admitted, shutting his eyes.

“’Nah’?” Virgil echoed. “What’s going on?”

There was another long silence. Virgil was starting to wonder if his roommate had fallen asleep, when Remy suddenly moved, pushing himself up from the couch in one quick movement.

“Good night,” he muttered, shuffling off back towards his room. Virgil stared after him.

…

“So,” Virgil asked conversationally at lunch the next day, glancing at Roman. “Can I ask you something?”

The three friends—Virgil, Roman, and Patton—were all sitting together in the cafeteria. Logan still wasn’t there. None of them had seen him that day, and he hadn’t responded to a text that Patton had sent asking if he was coming.

Patton seemed agitated, pushing around his food with his fork without making any move to take a bite. Virgil himself was growing increasingly uneasy, too, tapping his fingers on the tabletop. He needed to create some sort of distraction, anything to keep him and the others from their worry. He’d have preferred to talk with Patton directly, but he wasn’t sure that Patton would actually answer him.

“Certainly,” Roman said, setting down his own fork.

“Why’d you only start learning Spanish when you were four? Your mom’s a native speaker, isn’t she? Or did you just say that so I’d feel better about you helping me with my paper?”

Roman grinned. “Well, first of all, that was three questions,” he joked, holding up his pointer finger. “But, that was true. And both of my parents were native speakers, actually.”

Virgil gave him a baffled look.

“I think they wanted not to speak Spanish,” Roman shrugged. “They changed their mind when Emilio was born, though.”

“Why wouldn’t they want you to speak Spanish?” Patton asked, finally looking up from his stir fry. He blinked in confusion.

Roman looked thoughtful. “You know, I don’t know. Maybe they though English was more American.”

Virgil snorted.

“I think it’s cool you speak Spanish,” Patton mumbled, going back to poking at his food.

“Thanks, Padre,” Roman said, smiling.

Virgil was trying to figure out what to say next when he saw someone walking up to the table out of the corner of his eye. He turned to look.

“Logan!” Roman cried in delighted surprise. Patton’s head shot up. His mouth fell slightly open.

Logan, who looked perfectly normal, set down a textbook on the table and pulled out the chair next to Virgil. “Greetings,” he said, as if he hadn’t just been gone for two days.

“You! You’re back!” Patton said, stating the obvious. He was sitting up straight, staring at Logan like he couldn’t quite believe he was there.

“I am,” Logan confirmed. “I apologize for my tardiness. One of my professors wanted to discuss my recent absences.”

“I’ll fight them,” Patton promised.

“It was nothing bad,” Logan said. “She just wanted to find a time to schedule a test that I missed.”

Virgil, who had been about to take a bite of his sandwich, paused.

“Wait,” Roman suddenly said, appearing to surprise even himself with the volume of the word. “You missed a test?”

Logan adjusted his glasses. “Yes, well….”

“Are your headaches getting worse?” Patton asked in a small voice.

Logan sighed. “No,” he said. “No, I promise, they’re not. But they’re also….”

“Not getting better?” Virgil finished uncertainly.

Logan nodded once.

“Oh, Logan,” Patton said softly.

“Couldn’t they still get better?” Roman asked. “It hasn’t been that long.”

“They could,” Logan said. “My doctor, however, does not seem overly optimistic. In any case, I have to deal with them now, so the uncertainty of the future is not pertinent to my current situation.”

“Hm,” was Roman’s only reply.

Still, that sucks, Virgil thought. He glanced over at the clock. They were running a little short on time.

“Want half my sandwich?” Virgil offered, waving it temptingly. Logan didn’t have any lunch yet, and the line was rather long. Patton would probably pout if Logan left them again before their free period was over.

“That’s quite alright, Virgil,” Logan said. “I can simply—.” He broke off, apparently catching sight of Patton’s expression. He sighed. “Very well. I shall compensate you tomorrow.”

“Sure,” Virgil said. Logan accepted the sandwich.

“So,” he said, inspecting the sandwich like he was looking for the best place to bite. “Have I missed anything while I was gone?”

Roman perked up. “Well, there is this play that I’ve been meaning to tell you guys about….”

...

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[survivor-tierradelfuego]

Finale: “I just have to” - Olivia

Pedro A

wow im shook that najwah...flipped...SHOOK to the core.....i just hope she didnt make a deal with aimee...to vote with them in the next vote LOL

Olivia A

Pedro is always SUPER paranoid about everything so Aimme and I are nervous about him trusting the idea of Najwah flipping. What we decided to do is have Aimee tell the group chat that she wants to flip. If we can’t convince him to trust that she’s not lying I will present the idea of telling her the wrong name (we tell her to vote Cody but we all vote Sarah) to test if she actually flips while still guaranteeing that we don’t go to rocks. It’s perfect!

Pedro A

I feel like Sarah winning is the worst case scenario.......IM FUCKEDDD..if they have an idol ...they will use it on najwah...and they will...and I repeat THEY WILL 100% VOTE ME OUT....AND ALL OF THIS WILL BE FOR NOTHING....KILL ME NOW...My pain is unmeasurable ..and my day is ruined 😟😟😟😟😟  !

Pedro A

Back in the interview...one of the questions was: WHICH PLACE YOU THINK YOUR GONNA GET?_ AND I SAID 5TH? AND NOW LOOK AT ME NOW....scared of being 5th.....i swear i manifestied it ...IM DONEEEEEE I WAS SO CLOSE....but lets have hope.............okay im paranoid everyone knows about it ..BUT STILLL

Aimee

https://64.media.tumblr.com/8897a9cbdbf7250d652376acf07b187d/eaeee04a03e6c254-6a/s540x810/cfef21c0fab58ea0e45c41fb53203fec9ccab7d5.gifv Way to go Sarah!!!! Casnova! 👑 👑 👑 On that immunity win!!!! I’m happy that neither of us gave up and didn’t talk deals. I really wanted to see how long I could go in this challenge and really test my will power and strengths. I’m am very proud of lasting and hour and a half with my hands over my head and a cup lmao 😆 

Olivia A

I’m so upset that Sarah won immunity. I never could’ve won that challenge so I don’t blame myself/anyone in particular. It’s just unfortunate. She and Najwah aren’t talking to us at all so it seems like they might have an idol. Which is incredibly disappointing. But they might not! And Aimee and I still can idol hunt one more time. I haven’t found anything though. Every path seems like it’s nothing. I’m just gonna hope that I make it past this vote and then go as hard as I can on the next immunity. I’m also thinking about flipping?? To ensure I’m not the one they use the idol to vote out? But now that I think about it, offering to flip wouldn’t even be enticing to them if they have an idol. It would just cause the risk of me telling Aimee and Pedro about who they’re voting for. Damn. 

Najwah

I've been putting off writing confessions for the longest time. After everything that happened with Cody, this game just kinda feels empty. Sarah and I spoke and we cried and I don't think she trusts me anymore either. It's okay I guess. I'm happy she won immunity. I also have an idol so we are both not scrambling but we are taking our chances and voting Pedro. I honestly don't know why I ever believed Aimee. I was so paranoid and confused. After everything, she was just cold and acted like nothing happened and she just hasn't spoken to me since. Perhaps she's working with Sarah again. Who knows. You can't really trust anyone at this point in the game. You really just have to play your own game. That's just what I'm going to do to try and make it to the final 3. I have to win immunity at 4. I never thought I'd. Make it this Farr in the game, but now that I'm here I just need to make it to the end. 

Najwah

Aimee spoke to me now and says she wants to work with me in this vote? Yeah I'm very confused too. My paranoia tells me perhaps Sarah wants revenge so she went to Pedro and struck a deal to vote Aimee out idk. I just have a feeling. But my feelings have been wrong lately lmao. So who knows. 

Sarah

https://youtu.be/UZkNsnxcYx4

Olivia A

I’m really nervous about tonight. I have big suspicions of Aimee flipping. It makes sense that Najwah would’ve reached out to her over anyone else since she’s the one who told her about the Cody vote and got her to flip last vote. Pedro Aim so dead...i feel like olivia and sarah are chatting...cause they online at the same time....im so scared...i might go home.....i just came so far to be 5th...UGHHHHH..so annoying............but if i go home...im happy i did better than i expected...and even got casted as the VILLAN of the season lol...so im kinda proud

Najwah

Aimee doesn't see that she's Pedro's goat. She really believes that people would vote for Olivia over Pedro and her and therefore she wants to take Pedro to the F3. She basically wants to strike a deal with me. Vote Olivia out with them so that I can help them get Sarah out in the final 4 so that me, Pedro and Aimee can be in the Final 3. Is she serious? She's like "no one has forgiven Pedro. No one's going to vote for him". Hell, Pedro has played a brilliant game. He's been on the bottom since merge. He has been alone and slipped in and out of cracks all the time. Pedro took her and Olivia under his wing, to fuck with the threats and try to get out big players. Aimee really believes Sarah is the biggest threat? Even as Sarah's friend, I would not vote Sarah above Pedro. He's playing Aimee like a damn fiddle and she is really eating it all up. I don't understand how she thinks she stands a chance with him. It's baffling to me. She stands a bigger chance with me, Sarah or Olivia. Hell, even with Cody. I hope she realises this before it's too late. Anyway, I'm voting Pedro tonight. Whether he has an idol or not I don't even care. I can't believe this game is so close to the end. What am I going to do with my life after this? Lol. 

Najwah

I never told Aimee I have an idol. She doesn't want to vote me though, she wants to vote Olivia because she sees Olivia as the biggest threat right now. So she thinks she's in a position of power and that if I do as she says (vote Sarah at the final 4) she will protect me at this tribal. She thinks she can control me at this point and I'm letting her have it. I'm begging her not to vote me and thanking her for keeping me safe. Sarah and I are going to vote Pedro. I hope I still don't know how good I am with Sarah after the Cody blindside. Whether she wants revenge or not. Idk. I loved that we could just laugh earlier though and that things SEEM to be okay. She was a beast in that challenge last night. I can understand how it was more of a mental challenge than a physical one. She would have been voted out had she not won immunity. I'm so glad she did. 

Olivia A

Okay after speaking with Aimee one-on-one I don’t think she’s flipping. It seems like Najwah has sort of given up so tonight will hopefully be easy. I have to win final immunity I just have to. Everyone left is a threat in their own way but if Sarah continues to stay alive after being seen as a threat for so long and being in the minority she’ll beat any of us. Both Aimee’s and Pedro’s games have sorta been like being on the bottom/outs for most of merge but still making it to the end. I think my game has been a bit more traditionally impressive, although still nothing close to perfect. I didn’t necessarily dominate but I usually knew what was going on. I think I have a good chance with the two of them at the end.

Najwah

I feel like I kinda want to fuck things up a little LOL Olivia apologised for HAVING to vote for me tonight. Like the flip was good but Sarah won immunity so sorry about that. Did these people really think I'd "flip" without thinking about every possible scenario or outcome, without a plan? That I'd just be their little doll to dangle around? Both Olivia and Aimee are so satisfied with being Pedro's minions. I don't get it. How are you not seeing the obvious threat lmao. Pedro has convinced them all THAT Sarah is the main threat based on the popularity contest. Honestly? I'm done. 

Aimee

This vote has got me confused as all hell. It seems like Najwah is signing her jury certificate. I tried to give her a lifeline to not vote her out and have it potentially tie between Najwah and Olivia, but Najwah wants Pedro out real bad. She’s not even willing to vote Sarah out at Final four even if Sarah doesn’t win immunity, which many of us agreed all season she could win if she made it there. Najwah, I love my gurl but we just have different ideas on our top 3 in the end. Pedro is Team Tumblr! Team Michele is a Queen! Even if this means he wins the game I’m not voting out my buddy. End of story.

Sarah

The plan for tribal tonight is for Naj and I to vote Pedro. I may message Olivia last minute and tell her to vote Pedro if she wants to be saved tonight because Aimee and Pedro may write Olivia or Naj. Olivia told Naj she is writing her name down. Either way, Naj has her idol and we are safe! If it goes to a revote with 2 on Pedro and 2 on Olivia then Naj and I will be able to revote together and vote our Pedro. He may even play a fake idol that we think Amy gave him. I really hope he doesn’t have a real idol, I am ready for this villain to be voted out. Olivia AI’m really nervous about tonight. I have big suspicions of Aimee flipping. It makes sense that Najwah would’ve reached out to her over anyone else since she’s the one who told her about the Cody vote and got her to flip last vote.

Aimee

Pedro!!!! Can’t wait to see you after this game! And you can tell me even more about Portugal 🇵🇹 ❤️

Olivia A

I’m really nervous about tonight. I have big suspicions of Aimee flipping. It makes sense that Najwah would’ve reached out to her over anyone else since she’s the one who told her about the Cody vote and got her to flip last vote.

Olivia A

FOUR MINUTES before tribal Sarah sent me a message saying “vote for Pedro to make sure you’re safe” which felt very much like a threat to try to get me to vote with them even tho they don’t have an idol. Najwah said the same thing to Aimee. We decided to stick with voting for Najwah. At the end it wouldn’t have mattered since they had an idol. As long as I can win final immunity I should be fine. It’s sad to see Pedro go after he + Aimee were my closest people after my whole oringial alliance crumbled. Still super annoyed at Sarah for sending me that FOUR MINUTES before tribal what the hell is up with that. 

Sarah

https://youtu.be/W5fdlwPTc18

Sarah

I just had to confess that as a I walked into Chile’s tonight after tribal, the song “Survivor” was playing. I mean, I’m not saying survivor gods are real but I’m not saying they are fake either. 

Olivia A

I feel really good about all parts of this challenge! You never know what could happen but I see myself winning this one. All that really matters is that it’s not Sarah, though. It seems like Aimee is doing really well, too, so I’m confident we’ll be able to beat Sarah and vote her out. 

Olivia A

It’s disappointing to have not won but at least I was tied for second + within one point of the person who won. And it’s great to see Aimee win because I’ve been working with her through to the end. And Sarah didn’t win! Even though I didn’t win immunity I still feel essentially safe and on my way to FTC.

Aimee

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https://quandyerse.tumblr.com/post/626201512865136640 No song for this immunity win! Lol I was hanging out in the suspense of silence. Wow Najwah! 💞❤️ Way to GO POPULARITY QUEEN! 👑 👑👑 AND SLIDE PUZZLE QUEEN 🧩 I CANNOT BELIEVE WE WERE ONLY LIKE 6 SECONDS AWAY FROM EACH OTHER FOR THE WIN. IM SO PROUD OF YOU AND SO HAPPY YOU DIDNT GIVE UP. I thought you sounded like you were so defeated after the last two tribals so to see you get so close to me is awesome! Olivia sounds like you have an AMAZING and super supportive mom. I am so proud of you in this game no matter what anyone tells you. After Maddison left, and I was working closely with you, I really saw what a true player and honestly threat you could be, but you are a much better ally! 💚💚💚You really turned up the gameplay and adapted to your situation and were forced to work with people you haven’t or even someone you didn’t get along with and we made this work!!!! The thing I appreciate the most about you is that you have such a genuine heart and I have never seen you lie to me yet in this game. You’re able to strategize with me, make big moves, and trust without trying to be selfish or manipulative. Sarah! CASANOVA! 👑 Last but certainly not least. We were both close allies (at least I thought of you as my number 1 for awhile). I love that no matter if we are working together or are on opposite sides of this game together, we still have a mutual respect for each other! We are both strong women and I seriously cannot wait to check out all the North Carolina breweries with you and grab one of those Bold Rock rosé drinks you’re talking about, if you’re up for it of course. I love seeing the fight you have in you just like I do. And I love that you never give up! 💗💞👑

Olivia A

Aimee and I are working on convincing Najwah to vote Sarah. I’m worried they are going to force a tie between Sarah and me. Najwah seems like she’s down to vote Sarah but you never know.

Sarah

https://youtu.be/ee1TUB2g0po

Najwah

So apparently the jury found my twitter yesterday and I just feel so.. Ugh. Like my privacy was invaded or something. I feel like it took the fun out of everything. I didn't mind them seeing all that after but it's like reading my confessions before the game is over. I have no idea what's going to happen tonight but I have a feeling that I may be getting played and I don't mind going out of the game like this. Ugh. I'm annoyed that I started that thread now. It was just something fun for my friends. Anyways, I'm too tired to care right now. Let's just see what happens.  Olivia messaged me for the FIRST time today coz she wants me to vote for Sarah basically. I don't want to. 

Najwah

Honestly I don't care who wins but I hope it's not Aimee. She tried to threaten me before tribal again lmao. 

Olivia A

Super hyped about making it!! And even more hyped that I got to earn my place. Both Najwah and Sarah’s messages w their votes were like reading me and centered around me not talking much so I’m nervous my less social gameplay will be an issue. I’ll just have to explain myself 🤷 FTC!! WOOHOO!

Najwah

I'm happy being in the final 3 but honestly, I'm just super annoyed at Aimee for sending me that last message just before tribal. All passive aggressive. I hate that the minute she got immunity she thought it was her right to act like someone who's in control of MY game. Sarah deserved to be in the final. More than all 3 of us.

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“Ravel” Pt.1 - Demon!Yoongi AU

rav·el-          ✦ To tangle or to become entangled      ✦ To do and Undo

Prompt: “Her life changed when she realized the monster was protecting her”

Word Count: 2k Genre: Supernatural (Main) Triggers: Cuss words, death Pairing: ReaderxYoongi Masterlist

Past-

By now she had grown accustomed to the scent of iodized musk lingering on the air. A scent associated throughout her life with disease and death.The constant and rhythmic beeping of the heartbeat machine next to the bed an unerring reminder of her situation. It was three times the moments she had to suffer the iterated sound of that diabolic machine. Her parents both died in a place like this, voided of the warmth of a home and caught up by the wires tied to their bodies, much like the situation she was found on currently.

Beep, Beep, Beep-

They think as long as your family is with you, one would not suffer, hell… that’s even what she told them when they lay on the hospital beds too “I’m here mom” “I’m here dad” over and over until she believed it- Oh but she was so wrong… She remembered the date when each of her parents died vividly, the voice of the nurses walking down and up the hall outside their rooms.

Beep, Beep, Beep

The speaker calling names of patients, doctors and room numbers.

Beep, Beep, Beep.

But more than anything, she remembered him. The man who was now standing outside her room. The man waiting for her to woke up. The man she needed to speak last before she died.

Beep, Beep, Beep.

“He is here,” she thought, smiling while looking at his frame through the open door of the room. The man sat there thoughtlessly scrutinizing the pages of a magazine. She giggled. It was obvious to her he couldn’t care less about the magazine, but he had to appear to others to be also waiting for someone, that made her wonder how long must he must have been there. The sound of her faint laugh reached the man’s ears which made him stood up and leave the magazine over the sit.

The man turned and walked inside the room, arranging his suit and fixing his hair grazing his fingers through it. He was just as breathtakingly beautiful as she remembered him the first time she met him. She always liked his cat-like eyes, black and profound that always made her wondered what kind of things those eyes witnessed. The man looked at her and nodded respectfully, she smiled faintly for she had little strength left.

‘You look exactly like the first time we met 30 years ago...’ Breathing was hard, but her voice though maybe a whisper reached to him. The man shrugged and sat down on the chair at the end of her bed. It was clear he had done this a thousand times, his steps were precise and ordinary.

‘I have a really good skin-care routine’ started crossing one leg over the other placing his hands over his lap. He was waiting. Patiently waiting for her passing.

Beep, Beep, Beep.

‘How long have you’ve been waiting?’ She inquired.

‘30 years...’ He stated coldly, a sting of hurt on her chest by those words.

‘I meant outside…’ She looked up at him but he didn’t respond. ‘I get it… you don’t care about mortal formalities, but I’m happy you’re here… It makes dying a little less dramatic.’ She shifted under the sheets and breathed out.

‘Where’s your daughter?’ His raspy voice asked.

‘With her aunt, I don’t want her to see me like this, and she has to live with her from now on anyway.’ She shifted again, the pillow was all squished and felt uncomfortable ‘So, what better that she just stays there, a hospital is no place for her… ugh!’ Her body ached.

The man was next to her now, gently lifting her body and arranging the pillow under head, his face expressionless, She knew very well he felt pity and nothing else, even on that day she was birthing her daughter, it was fleeting but his expression was of annoyance. For a long time, she thought he was her angel, sent to protect her silently when she needed him, and to comfort her the days that came before and after her parents died. But now she knew better.

Beep, Beep, Beep.

She looked at the birthmark that embraced her left wrist, a mark that once had a more vivid color and shined whenever he was close. But now, so close to the end of her life it was becoming fainter.

‘Yoongi...’ She called.

‘Mm?’ He finished doing the pillow and helped her rest her back against the mattress once again. Both their gazes were paying attention to the other's now.

‘I have something for you...’ The serious tone of her voice made him tilt his head

‘Something for... me? ’

‘Yes, but- ’ she croaked ‘but I need something from you first.’ His face transformed and his eyes became colder.

‘Of course, I will obey ’ He answered robotically.

‘No, this is not something like that...This is a mother’s request’ He frowned. ‘I need you to protect her, Yoongi, of everything-- She won’t have her mom.’ Tears began to form and fall slowly down her cheeks, but she smiled, sadly. Yoongi was confused by all these displays of emotion. ‘Please, Please- stay with her,’ She reached for his hand, ‘please’ Yoongi looked down at her hand and his ‘And in return...you will be free’ His eyes shot up, she visibly swallowed and nodded ‘I know how to do it...’ He dragged the chair to that side of her bed. Both talked until the very last moment.

Beep, Beep.

Beep. 

Present-

The droplet of the broken faucet of the sink, and the crackling sound of the lighted candle in the middle of the small piece of cake you bought over the table, the cheap beer sliding down your throat. ‘Happy Birthday to me’ Thank god no one was there to hear you sing ‘Happy birthday to me’ Alone. Alone, except for the broken faucet and the pathetic little candle, “fuck…” you thought You didn't even have money to buy the other 20 candles or pay for electricity, and honestly, you much rather have the cake over the candles, it was gonna be your dinner anyway so might as well treat yourself with your favorite cake. The room was illuminated by the candle and some moonlight entering through the open window ‘Happy Birthday dear ___’ You giggled looking intensely at the yellow flame like you could see all your problems solving inside of it, ignoring all that was missing from your life and all you wanted but never could have ‘Happy Birthday...’ you sighed ‘ To…!’ you cooed, dramatically grabbing the can of beer you held in your hand pretending to toast and chugging it down.

‘You...’ A foreign voice finished your sentence, your heart dropped. Slowly leaving the can down on the table you backed away, the light of the candle left a spot on your retina so you couldn’t see the owner of the voice. You backed away from the table, the spot was fading and you managed to meet a pair of deep black eyes shining in the candlelight. ‘Happy Birthday ___.’ He grinned. He was sitting on the opposite side of the table, sitting still looking at you, his intense gaze made your stomach do a backflip, ¿who was this stranger and the heck he got inside? You were sure to lock the door on your way in. Fast as a lighting and with your heart pumping inside your chest you decides to make a run for the door. ‘___.’ the stranger tried to stop you, but swiftly you dart away from him ‘___ wait!’ you hear him calling you, The place was small so you reached the door quickly and pull the handle rushedly only to find the door closed. Your started panicking thinking on why this stranger was there and what he wanted, you had no money or valuables, heck your house was empty as it could get. Your only expensive item was the laptop you used for studying and preparing your essays, and it might as well kill you because you had to submit a really important work tomorrow and if you do not deliver it in time and form, better be dead. You hear him calling your name again and walking to you. Getting inside of the room and locking the door behind you began to search for something useful to defend yourself.

‘Stay away!’ you warned

‘___ calm down, I need to explain something...’ He kept on saying your name making you more and more tense about the situation because that meant he knew you.

‘Why do you know my name!?’ you shouted scavenging around and trying things you can use to hit him if needed.

‘It’s complicated...’ His voice sounded calm and his tone was trying to be persuading ‘Please I need 5 minutes to explain’ The handle of the door shake, he was trying to open the door

‘Stay the fuck away! There’s no money here so leave! I’m a college student!’ you bawled. Your chest felt like exploding, and you even considered try to get out through the window of the room, but you remembered you lived on the 5th floor

‘I don’t want money... I need your hel-’ He got interrupted

‘IM CALLING THE POLICE’ you lied grabbing a small stool you had, a present from a friend.

‘You left your phone on the kitchen genius...’. Fuck. You thought biting on your lower lip, outside the stranger stopped speaking, the silence was tangible and it made your breath hitched.

‘Listen…’He started again, his voice raspy and soft ‘There is absolutely no easy way to explain this...’ You heard him lean against the door and sigh ‘I pondered on how to approach you, but the truth is there is absolutely no way to say this in a way you won't freak out...’ He waited for a response but no words were coming out of your mouth so he proceeded ‘ Ok...so… Ummm, Long ago--, no wait, that sounds like a fairy tale, I’ll start again’ He cleared out his throat ‘700 years ago, no..wait...fuck’ ‘Are you trying to distract me?’ You blurted out ‘Are you distracting me so you can wait for your robber friends?’ you demanded. ‘What? No!, Fuck this, listen... the deal is I’m an immortal being, who was bonded as a familiar by a sorcerer, and you are a descendant of him so I’m now, by contract, your servant’ You blinked twice. Another tangible silence. ‘___?’ He sang ‘Well that explains it’ you spoke understanding. ‘What? Really!?’ He asked baffled on the other side of the door ‘Yeah’ You replied. ‘Oh? Okay! That wasn’t as hard as I thought’ ‘You’re fucking mental’ ‘Aaand there it is’ He muttered. ‘Listen I can call a hospital and they can take care of you! it’s okay...eat the cake if you want’ ‘___ I’m not insane’ He insisted ‘It’s ok, I understand now...’ you chuckled ‘Look, it’s 15 more seconds until the time you were born…’ you frowned,¿ How does he know that? ‘that means the mark on your left wrist will start burning and change color’ ‘Huh?’ You looked at your left wrist, he knew about the birthmark, how?. You shook your head. ‘10’ He cooed ‘You’re crazy dude,’ ‘9; 8’ ‘Please stop’ you put down your weapon, taking pity on him ‘7; 6; 5’ ‘C’mon..’ you walked to the door ‘4’ ‘Fine’ ‘3’ ‘I'll play along’ ‘2’ ‘I can play’ you looked at your wrist skeptically ‘1’ He finished and stayed silent You stood there, waiting and looking around you for some signal. ‘Am I a mermaid now?’ you chuckled mockingly not noticing how itchy your arm felt, and how you were scratching it. The tingly feeling waved through the arm and made the tip of your fingers numb, trying to shake it off as if to wake up the muscle a stronger and more electric wave rippled through it and spread through the rest of your body making you drop to the ground in agonizing pain, your head and every limb felt hot after the shock wave, your vision got blurry and ears but you knew you were screaming in pain but didn’t know for how long you stayed like that. Your chest closed. A heart attack you gathered. Senses slipping away, your mind wandered to the idea of you dying. That made tears fall down over your cheeks, or so you imagined they were, it was impossible to know for sure since you couldn’t feel anything. And that’s how you died. Alone. No money. No nothing. On your birthday. Until… You felt something. It was the lightest of things but you paid especial attention to it, you identified were the feeling originated. And it was your hand. Your left hand. It was a cold sensation, but also a soothing and comforting. It was almost as if someone was sliding a coat over you.   You recovered your sight little by little and manage to figure out some shapes. It was the stranger.He was cradling you close to his chest, he had grabbed your left arm placing a delicate kiss over your birthmark, his eyes were closed while his mouth whispered some indistinguishable words, his lips not moving one inch away from your skin. The burn disappeared. Breathing heavily you felt strength return to you and tried to sit up from his embrace. ‘Take your time...’ The man said helping you sit leaving his hands on you as support. ‘What…’ you started but your throat was dry and it was hard to speak, ‘What...happened?’ you inquired. ‘Well, I’m sorry to say this but you’re not a mermaid…’ His voice was mocking. ‘Did I...Did I have a heart attack?’ You asked breathing heavily exchanging a gaze with him. half smiling he continued. ‘No...’  responded ‘But you got yourself a demon servant’ You choked at his words and gasped. ‘Happy Birthday!’ He said pretending to be cheery showing his gums when smiling. ‘My name is Min Yoongi...’ he got up and bowed down to you ‘At your service...’ --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A/N: Thanks for reading! This is a little project I'm planning on making a series of! it’ll be my first series :) If you enjoy I’d like a little feedback! Much appreciated! :D <3 Have a good day~