#i hope we get to hear from needles again in the future

[kristsune]

So while listening to Episode 6's case, I remembered that during the early premiere stream Jonny and Alex talked about Needles a bit. So I figured I'd put them together to make a nice little intro for Needles because I fell in love with him immediately.

[cherryblossomcowgirl]

Stitches

WC: 1.5k

Trigger warnings: Injury; crash, mentions of death; hospital; FLUFF

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“Okay Lieutenant Commander Seresin, I am Dr. Y/n Y/l/n, let’s take a look at what we have here. Ejection from aircraft?” I flip through the chart, making my way into the small room. Concussion, bruising, lacerations, and some road rash. A feeling of worry spreads over me, an ejection? Not only does it sound dangerous, but it also sounds terrifying. My eyes rise up from the papers, meeting the bright green eyes of my patient. My gorgeous, Ken doll of a patient. He sighs, “How bad is it?” I scan him up and down, “We will need to keep you overnight for observation, but you should be able to go home in the morning. I am going to stitch you up now, your numbing shots should have kicked in.” Sitting beside him, I start to sterilize the wounds. He stares at the needle and I can see the nerves on his face. He gulps, “So, uh, where did you go to med school?” I smile in an attempt to calm him, “University of Texas. How about yourself?” The blonde man winces as I sew the first laceration closed, “Hook ‘em, ma’am.” I smile, “Born in Texas, or a transplant?” “Born and raised. From your accent I am assuming you’re the same?” A laugh escapes my lips as I finish up the second long cut on his arm, “Is it that noticeable?” “Yes ma’am. Now can I ask you something and you won’t get offended?” I raise my eyebrow, “Sure, Lieutenant Commander.” He grits his teeth as I finish up the longest cut on his leg, “How old are you? You look a little young to have graduated from med school.” I knot the stitch, “I am 28. This is my first year of residency. And you? Don’t remember seeing you around campus.” I pat his leg and he smirks, “36, ma’am. I would’ve remembered you.” I blush and start putting away my materials, “Well, uh, sir, I will be checking in during rounds. You can hit the call button if you need anything. Your CT scans should come back soon and I’ll read them for you.” As I walk away I can hear his smile as he says, “Thank you, doc.”

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I knock lightly on the door before opening it, “Hi Lieutenant Commander. Your scans came back clear. We can get you out of here first thing in the morning. How is your pain right now?” He turns to me and smiles, “2/10. And you can call me Jake.” “Well Jake, let me know if you have any other questions.” He clears his throat, “Actually I do. Do doctors wear wedding rings?” I furrow my brow, confused, “Married ones do, why?” A smirk spreads across his face, “So there is no Mr. Dr. Y/l/n?” I laugh, “No, Jake. There is not.” “Well in that case, want to grab dinner once I get out of here?” Heat rises to my cheeks yet again, “Oh, Jake, I can’t..” “So there is a future Mr. Dr. Y/l/n?” I shake my head, “No, it’s just I am only 18 hours into my 72 hour shift.” He thinks for a second, “Well how about in 54 hours, I come back and pick you up? As a thank you.” I fiddle with the chart in my hands, hoping he doesn’t see how red my cheeks are, “Sure, Jake.” His smile spreads as I walk out of the room, “Press the call button if you need anything.”

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When I walk in to sign Jake’s discharge papers, he is already out of his bed and dressed. I sigh, “You took out your IVs?” He laughs, “Yes ma’am.” “That’s my job.” Jake checks his watch, “I will see you in 48 hours, Dr. Y/l/n.” Shaking my head, I giggle, “You can call me Y/n, Jake.” His smirk makes my heart skip a beat, “Have a good shift.” “Thank you.” I walk out of the room, wondering what I am getting myself into. My shift flies by, like usual. I stand in for a couple of surgeries and actually get a few hours of sleep. My eyes keep peeking at my watch. That blonde Texan is taking over my brain. I have never seen such a beautiful man. Blonde hair, green eyes, tan, and oh so muscular. I clock out and change into my outfit. I curse myself for not picking something cuter. Just a pair of jeans and a fitted t-shirt. Heading to the front of the hospital, I realize I don’t have his number to tell him where to pick me up. As I exit through the sliding doors, Jake is sitting on a bench and he’s holding flowers. He sees me and jumps up, “Hey there, doc.” I smile as he hands me the flowers, “A true southern gentleman.” “I didn’t know what your favorite kind was.. and sunflowers remind me of back home.. so I thought I’d grab them.” “You’re sweet. There’s actually a sunflower field on our ranch.” He runs his hand through his hair, “I’m assuming your car is here, but would you like me to drive? I’ve never picked up a girl from a hospital before so I’m not really sure what the protocol is.” I giggle, “I’ll ride with you, thanks.” He leads me to a lifted pickup truck and laughs when he sees my face, “You can take a boy out of Texas, but you can’t take his truck.” Jake opens my door and gives me a hand up. His hand is so large and steady. He starts the engine and starts driving. Country music is playing on the radio. I feel like I am back home, nervous and trying to impress my high school crush. Jake’s hand reaches over and settles on my thigh, “Thank you for stitching me up. They’re healing real nice.” I try to focus on anything other than his hand on me, “You’re welcome. You got pretty banged up.” He pulls into the parking lot of a restaurant and turns to me, “Yeah, dangers of the job. But I hope you like seafood, this spot has the best view in all of North Island.” “Sounds perfect.”

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He opens the door and I follow him in, noticing how broad his shoulders are. Our table is outside, overlooking the ocean. We sit down and I gaze off at the waves, “This is beautiful, Jake.” He smirks and hands me a menu, “Do you like wine?” “I actually don’t drink.” He raises an eyebrow, “Can I ask why?” I laugh, “No deep or interesting tale, I’m just kind of a health freak.” He leans in, intrigued, “Okay give me the rundown.” “No food dyes, no high fructose corn syrup or artificial sweeteners, no seed oils, and I try to avoid very processed foods.” His jaw has dropped, “Okay, that’s amazing. You will be mortified to see how I eat.. a lot of freezer meals.” “Oh Jake.. we have to get you meal prepping.” He shrugs, “You’ll just have to teach me.” “Deal.” The waitress takes our orders and conversation flows so easily. Jake is smart, funny, and very thoughtful when he speaks. The food comes and it is amazing. Jake clears his throat, “I feel like I’ve bombarded you with questions, so it’s your turn.” I think, “Last serious relationship?” I regret asking it immediately. How forward can I be? He smiles, “I’ll be honest with you, it’s been years. My career doesn’t usually mix well with long term relationships. How about you?” I chew on my bottom lip, “I dated a little bit in college, but never anything serious. My whole life I have just been focused on becoming a doctor.” He nods, “I like you. You’re very straightforward.” “Yeah, uh, sorry. Like I said, it’s been a while.” “How was your shift?” I smile, “I got to assist in an aortic repair surgery and a defibrillator placement! The lead surgeon let me remove the damaged valve. I literally had a piece of someone’s heart in my hand.” “So you’re a surgeon?” “Well, first year surgery resident. Usually 75% make it through all 3 years.” His eyes meet mine with a look of genuine admiration, “You’ll make it.” A blush creeps across my face and I look down, “Thank you.” He pays for dinner and stands up, “Can I show you one more thing?” My stomach flutters and I nod, following him back to his truck.

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He drives down the coast, finally pulling in to a quiet park of the beach. He opens my door and grabs my hand, “Watch your step, okay?” He leads us right past the dunes, sitting in the sand. I sit beside him, the crashing waves sending a calm feeling over me. I turn and meet his green eyes, “Were you scared when you had to eject?” He takes a deep breath, “Yes ma’am. That was the second time in my whole career. The lever jammed for a second. Didn’t think I’d make it.” Instinctively, my hand rests on his shoulder, “I’m sorry, Jake.” My thumb traces circles and I can see him relax, “You must be exhausted, I should take you back.” I breathe in the ocean air, “Just one more minute?” He throws his arm around me and pulls me in to lean on his shoulder, “As many more as you’d like.”

[moodymisty]

Heya Misty! Your blog has cheered me up so many times since I found it last year. Genuinely, thank you for everything you share with us. Its always a ton of fun here! If I'm not too late for requests, could I request some pred/prey smut with Leman? Wolfdaddy can always use more love :) and I hope the future has nothing but blessings in store for you xx

Author's note: BARK BARK

Relationships: Leman Russ/Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Predator/Prey play, Oral (female receiving), Very light breeding kink

The tree branches scratch at your skin through your clothes, boots trampling through the deep snow. It's up to your mid calves- considered a light amount of snow on Fenris. You can feel your own hot breath fan across your face as you run through it, stumbling through the woods with no sense of direction.

Russ had given you a few hour head start, with the implication that you wouldn't even last till nightfall. You hadn't disagreed with him, though there was a sudden blossoming of pride in you that wanted to prove him wrong.

But the sun is starting to set, the sky is turning purple and orange; That sense of pride is now replaced with fear, you have a feeling he's toying with you.

You keep hearing leaves rustling and branches breaking without a trace of why, but always from a particular direction.

You know he's toying with you.

For just a moment you dare to try to stop and catch your breath, feeling your heart beat against your ribs. Your body feels hot in your clothes despite the temperature, though taking them off would be suicide in this icy chill.

A terrifyingly loud crunch has you taking your hands off your knees and putting your head on a swivel like a rabbit, taking off again through the thick snow trying to make any sort of distance- before realizing that it isn't an option.

Through the last few trees you can see the edge of the cliff, dropping down hundreds of feet into nothingness. Your throat burns in pain, each heavy breath is like knives against it's dry flesh as you stare into the abyss.

Russ herded you here- he's trying to trap you and succeeding.

"I can smell you, little wolf."

The deep rumble of his voice echoes through the trees, and you don't bother to look around before running. The snot in your nose is frozen and you can feel snowflakes against your skin, the cloth of your clothing dragging in the snow.

"You want to get bred. Once I catch you, I will."

There's absolutely nowhere to hide out here- The only foliage is the trees and even if you had the strength to climb them, you would only trap yourself for him. The instinctual want to get higher is a thing you have to fight within yourself to keep moving.

Not that he would complain if you trapped yourself; You're sure he's being lackadaisical on purpose to draw this out, to try and simulate a hunt that would actually require some effort.

"You make such good prey,"

Russ' revert back to baser, wolf taught instincts has him overjoyed at the struggling of what to him is a small animal, one who's heart is about ready to explode.

"I wonder if you could ever last the night out here."

You suddenly stumble over in the snow, the cold ice stinging your palms like needles. Through the cloud of your own breath you try and get to your feet and keep moving along the edge of the cliff to somewhere else- anywhere else, but you end up just stumbling over again as your body begins to give in.

You feel the ground rumble beneath your hands and knees and instantly your heart begins to race, the prey instinct of being injured and exposed.

"I can smell you're bleeding,"

He says, emerging from between the trees. You quickly try and scamper to your feet, only to fall right over again into the snow. A scream catches in your throat as the thought of fleeing overtakes you.

Russ however simply laughs at the struggling of his prey and quickly moves in to snatch you up, tying you wrists together as you try to escape from him.

"Let us get this bounty back to the Great Hall then, shall we."

You scream as he throws you over his shoulder, gripping you by the thigh and trudging through the snow leagues easier than you could.

There's no motion you could possibly make to free yourself from him now, and your heart finally begins to slow down once your mind catches up with the fact that this play hunt is over.

It's terrifying how a change in context can turn him into an absolute horror; And you know he's only playing.

Despite it being so easy however Russ seemed to very well enjoy it, bursting back into the blooming warmth of the Great Hall boots thundering on the ground. He tracks in snow from his boots, it crumbling to dust all over the floor and making a mess of the rugs.

"Ahh, father!"

One of the wolves guarding the hall speaks up with a pep in his voice and a warm flush to his cheeks from the chill outside.

"You finally got your prize I see!"

Embarrassment blooms on your face in a sudden explosion when you realize that Russ apparently not only told his sons about this little game, but more likely bragged about what his prize was going to be.

Russ lets out a chuckle from deep within his chest you feel vibrate in your gut, nodding at his astartes.

"Tell Bjorn he's in charge until the morn, I won't be interrupted unless it is urgent."

The wolf nods back, and watches Russ leave in the direction of his bedchambers. You are able to watch the wolf as he departs, giving you a keen look before leaving himself to presumably tell Bjorn of his temporary duties.

The entire time Russ has quite the firm hold on your thighs and ass, taking the fruit of his hunt right to his den. Once he gets there you're thrown onto the massive bed covered in pelts with little fanfare, hands still tied.

For a moment, the way Russ looks down on you is with that same predatory stare you saw out in the woods, and your heart begins to pick up pace as he approaches and hefts his weight onto the bed.

"You're taking this far more seriously than I-!" He suddenly pushes you around on the massive bed, wrapping the fabric around your wrists to connect you to part of the headboard. "Than I expected!"

Russ gives you a large, fang filled smirk.

"What, do I seem the type to half ass things?"

He doesn't quite care about your response, only about the way you squeak when he grabs hold of your clothes and rips them off of you bit by bit, the fabric scattered about. The snow you had also tracked in on your clothes dusts around the bed, some of it getting on your bare skin and making a shiver run up your body.

Your breath comes out of your throat shaking and ragged as he presses his face to your lower stomach, laughing as he grips your thighs. You can feel him intake a good breath of air as his beard digs into your skin.

"You smell even better than usual- should do this more often."

You don't know how you feel about that; You're so tired from all the running that your muscles are screaming in pain; You don't think you have the strength to do much more than lie here and simply let him have his way with you. Not that he will complain about enjoying his prize in such a way.

His mouth drifts lower, large hands pushing your thighs apart and back. You let out a soft noise in your throat.

He then presses his face between your thighs, mouth covering your cunt. He listens to the way you suddenly squeal and kick your legs, hands still locked above your head. You writhe underneath him with no way to even grab something to ground yourself, your whines echoing in the massive, high ceiling room.

The course, rough hair of his beard scratches against the skin of your thighs and outer lips, surely leaving you with hot, scuffed skin that will burn for days after. Russ finds it amusing, and will sometimes after he's done and sees the raw flesh will lick and kiss at it- listening to you try and whimper at him to stop.

You feel the deep groan he lets out rumble against your core, tongue brushing over your clit. Your thighs are tight trying to close around his head but he doesn't let them, pressing them back and far apart. He closes his lips around your clit and sucks listening to you squeal and writhe underneath him, before pulling away and laughing at the way your hips try to follow.

He drags his jaw against your leg scratching the soft skin with his beard. He can't resist giving it a quick bite also, leaving dents in the soft fat at the apex of your inner thigh.

He returns his mouth to your cunt and continues, feeling his sharp fangs occasionally catch at your skin. He may never be the most coordinated, but he makes up for it with an enthusiasm that has tears in the corners of your eyes; Spit mixing with the juices that leak from you neverending.

"R-Russ,"

Your stomach tenses almost painfully as he continues to lap at you, one hand leaving it's grip on your thighs to slip a finger past your entrance. You gasp and tighten around him, feeling the way his thick digit slips deep inside of you. It feels like he's trying to push up through your lower stomach with how deep his is, brushing deep towards your cervix.

Your one thigh pressing against his head now free, he slips a second finger inside of you and listens to you keen and writhe at the stretch. He chuckles, tongue dancing over your folds and overwhelming you until your stomach feels like it hurts so much it's going to explode; Clit throbbing underneath his tongue.

Your throat is raw from running for so long in the cold but this only makes it worse, letting out a ragged, shaking dry moan as you body goes limp and you cum on his fingers.

He continues for just a bit longer feeling the way you whimper at the overstimulation, milking every last bit out of you until there's nothing left.

Left panting and totally limp you feel his fingers leave your cunt, grimacing at the way they stretch you wider as they pull out. His mouth leaves and he wipes your juices, though it mostly smears them over his beard then actually cleaning himself.

Out of breath and limp you look up at him with wide eyes, watching as he starts to undress himself.

"Can you untie me first?"

You plead to him, watching as he undoes the top half of his clothes. You see his lower stomach, the trail of hair that leads down below his waistline and beneath his trousers.

"No. I quite like when my prey is tied up."

[sinfulslytherin]

A Quiet Night

Summary: The Students of Hogwarts have to spend the night in the great hall. You sleep between Draco and your boyfriend, who seems to be more busy with Daphne. And Draco seems to be more interested in you...

Trigger warning: mature content, sexual content, degrading, public sexual activities

Graham,Blaise,Pansy,Daphne,Adrian, Draco and I stand infront of 7 sleeping.

Pansy and Blaise obviously sleep next to each other since they are in a relationship. Daphne instantly jumps onto the sleeping bag on the other side of Pansy in order to sleep next to her. The two if them seem to be reqlly good friends now.

Graham obviously wants to sleep next to Daphne.

Since Adrian sleeps in the sleeping bag next to Blaise, my only option is to sleep between Graham and Draco.

Graham doesn't seem to bother that blondie will sleep only a few inches away from me. Probably because he is busy with Daphne.

We lay down and the lights get dimmer and dimmer until the room is full of darkness. The only weak light that we get is the moon light that shines through the huge windows of the great hall.

I can hear Graham and Daphne chat for a long time. They talk about Quidditch,classes and even past relationships.

At least he didn't talk about me.

I already know that I won't be able to sleep.

It gets completly quiet after some time and I feel like everyone is asleep.

I can't hear Daphnes annoying voice anymore. I can't hear anyones voice. It seems peaceful.

I suddenly feel Graham lean over to me.

I take back the 'peaceful' part.

"I need you...please..." He whispers in my ear as he starts to leave light kisses on my neck. The kisses feel like small needles that poke into my skin.

I know he's probably horny because he is next to Daphne.

"But-" I try to talk my way out but it's no use.

"Amara, now. Please." He begs.

I don't know why but I follow his plead.

Probably because I hope that I'll be able to eat properly tomorrow.

My hand wanders down between his legs.

My hand squeezes his already hard member and I can feel him twitch in my hand.

I turn off my thoughts and just concentrate on the movement of my hand.

I don't even have to pray for a quick finish as I can feel him already being close.

He pushes my hand away and I see that he uses some napkins to prevent a mess.

Well. That was fast.

Graham was never the best in bed. He looks out for himself and doesn't bother to help the other one finish.

"Thank you, Da-

Amara." Graham mumbles already half asleep as he gives me a half hearted kiss on my forehead.

I internally scoff.

He seriously just wanted to call me Daphne.

I know who you pretend I am, Graham.

I hear snoring next to me and know that Graham is definitly asleep now.

I chuckle bitterly and ignore the few small tears that build up in my eyes. I know he doesn't love me but it's hard to unlove someone when they gave you your first time...even when it sucked.

He saw me in such a vunerable state.

It's hard to realize that I won't experience something real with someone else because Graham has my hands tied. He's my future.

I probably would've declined but he could have at least asked if I want to...too.

"Didn't even try to return the favor. Asshole." I quietyly curse under my breath.

I decide that I should try to sleep as well.

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It's hard for me to fall asleep and the only thing that I get is a weird state of being half asleep and half awake. I start to feel hot after one hour of trying to sleep so I jump out of the sleeping bag and ly myself on it just like Draco and Graham did.

I feel myself getting more tired again and hope that I finally fall asleep.

Unfortunately, it's only a microsleep that washes over me.

I feel myself snuggle into someone or something as soon as I seem to regain my senses. I lay on my side and my hands lightly hold onto some fabric,

I think.

A smell of mint and cologne hits my noise as I snuggle even further into the unknown thing. I feel a hand on my head which strokes my hair lightly.

A light smile spreads across my lips.

I'd say that this feels like home.

But unlike home,

This feeling actually makes me feel safe.

I stay like this for a few more minutes before I feel the urge to switch position.

I always sleep on my side, so I just turn around in my half asleep state and make sure that I still feel the presence of the unknown someone against my back in order to get comfort.

I feel myself falling deeper and deeper into a feeling of consolation, forgetting the war inside my head. I start to shift further backwards.

I suddenly hear a low groan as I do so.

I don't think much of it and try to find a comfortable sleeping position as I move my hips.

My movement stops as I feel a hand grab my hip in order to prevent me from moving.

"What exactly do you think you're doing, Caddel?"

My breath hitches and I feel the tiredness leave my body.

I was just snuggling into Draco Malfoy.

I was just rubbing my ass against

Draco

Malfoy.

I try to push myself away from him as I accidentally touch his clothed dick with my hand.

He groans again.

"Don't touch my dick unless you plan on doing something with it."

I gasp as I remove my hand in a swift movement and freeze on the spot.

"Seems like your body is frustrated, huh?" Draco asks as he whispers in my ear.

"What do you mean?" I ask while I try to sound not too nervous.

"You know what I mean. Do you seriously think I didn't hear everything?"

Draco asks.

I feel my cheeks burn up as I realize that Malfoy must have witnessed the whole situation with Graham.

Not only the handjob I gave him,

but also my cursing about him not making me cum.

My last three working braincells decide to ignore him and move back over to my sleeping bag.

My body moves over in a swift motion and my back still faces Draco.

I shut my eyes tightly and hope that he'll just go back to sleep.

But my hopes are shattered as I suddenly feel two hands grab my hips and pull me backwards.

My butt comes in contact with Dracos crotch and my eyes widen as I feel something hard against me.

My breath hitches.

"Are you trying to ignore me again?" He asks in a teasing voice as he pushes his hard member harder into my backside.

I feel myself falling into arousal as I start to rub my thighs together.

"Let me give you what he can't." Is the last thing he whispers before his hand slowly start to travel to my pants.

His lips touch my the skin behind my ear and he starts to lightly kiss it before he sucks on the skin. I can feel his hard member pressing against my butt as he does so. It gets harder to breath and I have to hold back moans.

I nervously look around as I panic that someone might see us.

Before entering my pants he asks if I want him to touch me.

I nod.

"Words. I need a verbal consent, Sweet girl." He says as his finger play with the waistband of my pyajama pants.

"Yes,please." I lightly moan.

I feel his hand wander between my thighs in a painful slow pace. I whine and start to squirm under his touch.

"Be patient."

His fingers lightly brush over my soaked panties and a chuckle escapes his lips.

"Already that wet for me?"

He slides my panties aside and his middle finger enters me. A moan escapes my lips.

"You gotta be quiet, little girl. What do you think would happen if Graham saw you like that?" Draco asks with a mocking tone.

He adds another finger, curves them and strokes my walls. I feel myself tighten around his long fingers.

He starts to thrust his fingers in and out

-hitting my spot everytime.

"You like that, don't you? Me touching you." Draco whispers in my ear as my eyes shut tightly, scared that a loud moan might escape my lips.

"Imagine what my cock could do." Draco says as he thrusts his fingers at an even faster pace.

Suddenly Graham starts to squirm in his sleep. I freeze and try to move away from Draco but he holds me in place.

His fingers are still moving inside me but in a slower pace.

"Scared that Graham might find out what a slut you are for me? How you melt under my touch?" Draco whispers.

"You are going to take it until you cum all over my fingers. I don't care if he wakes up." He says before moving his fingers hit my spot again.

A quiet whimper slips from my lips.

I look over to Graham to see him still fully asleep.

"Keep your eyes on me."

My eyes wander back to his.

"Good girl." He growls in my ear and sends butterflies to my stomach

...and pussy.

I clench around his fingers as I feel my orgasm approaching.

My breath hitches.

"I-Im gonna cum Draco..." i moan a bit louder as it gets harder and harder for me to keep quiet.

Dracos other hand finds my mouth and enters his fingers for me to suck on.

"That'll be my cock next time."

My eyes roll back as I suck on his fingers imagining how Dracos cock would taste like.

My orgasm rolls over me as I bite down on his fingers in order to reduce the urge of letting out a final loud moan.

Or so I thought it would be my final...

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Ready for round two and some fluff afterwards?-Read the whole Chapter here <3

[annievrse]

vodka problems

eren x fem!reader —ᡣ𐭩 fic summary: sasha and connie throw a party, and all the exciting things happen at parties! OR in which you and eren are exes, and it's the first party you both attend after the break-up. w/c: 5k+ warnings: maybe ooc eren (because idk how to write him yet, yikes), angst, alcohol, dissociating, c-word (3 whole times), swearing, anxiety about the future & love, maybe some errors, and a rushed ending because i had no more ideas. a/n: this isn’t how i thought this would go, but it’s how it turned out so, enjoy.

You were going to kill them. Nothing could sway you from doing so. Sasha Braus was about to be your first victim, and Connie Springer your second. The plan was already brewing in your mind: promise them an all-you-can-eat buffet, take the pair to a warehouse, blindfolded, get them into a position where the method of execution could be performed (you hadn’t thought that far ahead yet), and then strike. Quick and easy, and nobody would be surprised; they couldn’t even be convinced to go in the first place because you’d already said this to their faces. 

“Don’t be so dramatic!” Sasha exclaimed, rolling her eyes. You glared at her from your spot on her bed and then at Connie, who sat on the floor against the wall across the room. 

Connie laughed manically. “She’s gone insane!” 

You shook your head, clenching your fists to stop the slight shaking of your hands. “Guys…” 

At the sound of your exasperated tone, Sasha threw a lone throw pillow at Connie’s face, and the pair stopped teasing. 

“Listen,” Sasha started, sauntering toward you. “We can’t just… exclude him from our group get-togethers because you broke up.” 

It was the truth you had accepted a month ago, yet it was like a thousand needles in your stomach when Sasha said it aloud. You nodded, your gaze finding your hands.

“I’m sure he feels the same right now,” Sasha looked over her shoulder at Connie, who shrugged. The former rolled her eyes again and turned back to you. “Or at least, I hope he does. Asshole.” 

“Hey! It’s not like he’s been sleeping around! Eren’s a good guy,” Connie’s face screwed up in an angered expression at the thought that his closest friends were talking wrong about his other friend. “Just because he’s not hung up on this doesn’t make him an asshole!” He stood up, Sasha facing him. 

His last comment made your eyes weary. The one thousand needles tripled. 

“We know that! But-–” Sasha tilted her head in your direction. “Let girls talk shit, okay? It was a bad situation.” 

Connie cringed at the mention of the aftermath of your and Eren’s breakup. “Maybe you’re right.”

“I am right,” She crossed her arms over her chest. “Y/n is allowed to react the way she is because girls can feel emotions without being overdramatic.” 

“What about killing us? You said she was being dramatic.” 

“I mean, threatening to kill your friends is a little…” Sasha glanced at you. “But everything else! I know what you boys have been saying, and it’s not only hurtful to Y/n but to me! And Mikasa! Girls, in general! Just because Eren moved on so quickly doesn’t mean Y/n has to! She has every right to feel the way she does. I was like this for months when Nic and I broke up!”

“That was a different thing, and you got back together.”

“Besides the point!”

“Sasha?” You pipe up, tired of watching your friends argue over you. 

The two twist their heads toward you, forgetting you were there. Sasha’s eyes softened when she saw the dejected look on your face. 

“I’m just gonna go,” You wring your fingers. “I’ll see you tonight, though. Yeah?” 

Connie opened his mouth to say something, but Sasha elbowed him. “Yes, we will be seeing you tonight. Glad you’re coming.” 

You got up from the bed, and Sasha hugged you.

“Bye, Con.”

“Bye,” Connie replied solemnly. 

As you left the room, you heard a smack. “Do you ever know when to shut the fuck up, Springer?” 

You left their shared apartment—where you would return later. 

7:29 pm

Hearing the elevator ding, you turned towards the opening doors; the smell of sweat, alcohol, and weed hit you in the face as you exited. Despite Sasha and Connie’s apartment halfway down the hallway, the music and scents spilled out their front door. 

You held the bottle of Chardonnay you had brought loosely between your fingers, the effects of the other bottle of wine you had downed before coming hitting you straight on: liquid courage and all that. 

You opened the door without knocking and stepped into Sasha and Connie’s apartment. Music made the floor vibrate, which was ignored due to your inebriated and gloomy state. 

“Y/n!” Hands on your shoulders, and the familiar ecstatic energy of your best friend drew you out of your daze. “You’re here!” 

“I’m here!” You laughed bitterly, although the previous unwanted anxiety and feelings towards tonight were already dissipating. 

“Oh jeez, you’re already gone,” Sasha shook her head disapprovingly. “Tch, should’ve kept you here from this morning.” 

You disagreed. “No! See, I wouldn’t have brought us a bottle if I stayed here. This is for nobody else.” 

Sasha’s grin grew wider. “Thank you!”

You lifted the bottle towards her face, giggling. Sasha snatched the bottle out of your hand as soon as it was close enough and uncapped it, all in one motion.

Your jaw dropped at the sight of the now half-empty bottle in her hands. “Sash!” 

She held the bottle out of your reach and grabbed your hand, pulling you into the kitchen. “I think the boys are in Connie’s room, but don’t worry, I won’t take you to them.”

You knew who the boys entailed, and you were beyond grateful. 

“Annie, Ymir, and Historia are in the living room, playing some board game. I don’t know who does that at a party, but they’re having fun…” Then she looked behind you. “Oh! Marco,” Sasha pushed you backwards slightly. “Get Y/n a drink. I gotta pee.” 

You stumbled back into a tall figure, spinning around to meet your friend. “Marco!”

The freckled boy rubbed the back of his neck and smiled. “Y/n! What would you like?”

You pursed your lips in thought. “Make me a mimosa? Mr. Bartender?” 

Marco laughed and reached up to retrieve a glass from the cupboard unit beside you. “Of course, Miss. Any special requests?” 

You eyed the Grey Goose on the counter, not thinking twice about your answer. “Hold the vodka, please.” 

Marco blanched as he poured sparkling wine into a cup. “Oh, yeah, okay. No problem.” 

You folded your lips between your teeth at the awkward air settling between you, and you didn’t think your response through before it slipped out. The music from the living room speakers, paired with the clink of a spoon on glass, was the only sound in the kitchen. 

It was no secret what had happened between you and Eren—the entire friend group had been there to witness it, which was the worst part. A party, a few bottles of vodka, and insecurities from both sides were at play that night. It was a recipe for disaster, and it just so happened that you and Eren were the casualties, along with friendships that were becoming more strained as the weeks passed. It didn’t help that you or Eren were often missing from group gatherings when the other was present, but somehow, Sasha had managed to get you in the same apartment as him for a night. It was either a master plan that could save the group or cause it to dismantle completely, and nobody wanted that. 

“Here you go,” Marco said, pushing the glass across the counter. 

Tears welled in your eyes at his sudden distance. “Thanks, Marc.” 

At the sound of your teary voice, his eyes shot toward you. “Hey, hey,” He reached for you, bringing you into his chest. “I’m sorry. No crying tonight, okay? Nobody hates you, I promise. You are as much a part of this group as he is. You are not allowed to leave.” 

“Who said I was leaving?” You mumbled into his chest, tears dampening his t-shirt. 

“People talk,” He replied, rubbing your back. “And a little Sasha told me you mentioned the group would be better without you.” 

You sniffled and laughed, eyes watery. “Can you blame me? Mikasa hasn’t spoken to me in a month, and Armin only says hello when he has to. I can’t keep putting myself through that. I don’t want to lose more friends over this.”

“If I were a nice person who cared about your well-being, I would tell you to leave us ASAP. But since I’m not, I need you to stay, okay? Who else would I make mimosas for at these ‘parties’?” 

You laughed and pulled away. “Nobody.” 

“Exactly!” Marco exclaimed. “And just you being here tonight tells me you don’t actually want to leave.” 

“Yeah, I guess.” 

“No guessing about it,” Marco stepped back. “You are staying. Now,” He clapped. “Wanna join the losers in the living room for a game of Monopoly?” 

You nodded, sipping your drink. Marco would never know the effect his words had on you. No matter what happened with Eren, you had a place in this group. Sure, Sasha had repeatedly told you the same thing, but hearing it from someone else, who didn’t have to say anything, was special. “I would love to.”

9:02 pm

After Sasha had joined the game and Historia had won Monopoly (thanks to Ymir, who kept slipping her money under the table), the rest of the boys emerged from Connie’s room, bringing the stench of weed along with them. 

“Holy shit! Y/n?” Jean yelled in greeting. The grin on his face was wide, and it caused one to break across your cheeks too. 

“Hi, Jeanie,” You laughed, standing up from the couch. You rounded the table to hug him, ignoring the others. You and Jean had always been close, even before you started dating Eren. Not seeing him because you chose to distance yourself proved more hurtful than beneficial. 

“Haven’t seen you for ages. How are you?” His voice was soft against your ear, and you tightened your arms around him. 

“Been better, but I missed you.” 

“We’re here too, you know,” Connie piped up, rolling his eyes. 

“I saw you this morning, idiot,” You laughed, Jean joining you as you pulled apart. 

You stepped to the right of Jean and scanned the faces of everyone in Connie’s room; Armin, Mikasa, Bertie, Reiner, Eren (sparingly), Connie himself, and—who is she? 

A petite brunette girl stood at Eren’s side. Her features were sharp and tinted pink when you met her eyes. 

You lifted your hand in a lazy wave and turned back to the couch. Your chest tightened at seeing someone you didn’t know hanging out with your group—were they replacing you already? 

Sasha noticed your fidgety hands and grabbed them as you sat next to her. You didn’t look anywhere but at the table. 

The room grew tense and awkward. 

And when nobody spoke, Eren threw his arms up. “I’m getting a beer. Anyone want one?” 

The sound of his voice was cutting. It shredded the weeks of progress you had tried to heal and buried deep into your subconsciousness. You missed his voice. 

Your eyes lifted, and when your gaze landed on him, Eren inhaled sharply. “I’ll have one.” 

Everybody held their breath as you and Eren exchanged words. They never thought they’d see the day, even if it was to be mean to each other. 

Eren’s lip curled. “You sure you don’t want vodka? I heard it’s good for ruining relationships, which you seem great at!”

“Okay! That’s where we end that. Real mature,” Sasha stood abruptly, her hands ripping from yours. “Eren, a word?” 

“Would love one, Sasha,” Eren’’s tone was clipped as he stalked back down the hallway. 

The brunette girl shifted her weight. You watched her stand awkwardly without Eren there. 

You couldn’t move with everyone’s eyes on you. With your muscles frozen, you’re eyes were unblinking as the muffled voices from down the hallway got louder. 

“Y/n, right?” A new voice spoke. You lifted your head and saw the new girl walking hesitantly toward you. “I’m Cate.” 

Your eyes flickered to Jean, who was holding his breath. A small smile replaced your blank stare as you shook the girl’s hand. You couldn’t hate this girl. No matter what happened between you and Eren, she would never be the target of your anger. 

“Nice to meet you.”

Around you, the room started moving normally again. Laughs were heard, and conversation picked back up. After her introduction, Cate scuttered to the kitchen, and you slumped back into the couch. 

“Nice to meet you,” Jean teased, flopping down next to you, lifting his leg to put it over your lap. 

“Shut the fuck up. What was I meant to say?” You snapped, smacking his knee. 

“What you said was fine. Jean’s just being a dick,” Marco said from the other side of you. 

“If anything, Eren’s being a dick,” Jean mumbled. 

You said nothing. And when Jean was going to start speaking again, a pair of legs stopped in front of you. 

The blonde boy looked nervous as he looked down at you. “Hey, Y/n.” 

“Hi, Armin. How are you?” 

He sighed and smiled. “I’m well. How are you?”

You shrugged one shoulder. “You know…” 

Armin nodded and sat on the coffee table in front of you. Your knees hit his as you pouted at him. 

“Armin… why haven’t I seen you in biochem?” You asked, giggling as you said your following sentence. “You didn’t drop out, did you?” 

Armin gaped at your jab and shook his head. “I’m offended at the thought! I had to change classes. It clashed with my other biology class.”

You smiled understandingly. “I guess I was just hurt you didn’t tell me. I know it can be awkward.” 

Armin sighed. “I’m sorry, I didn’t think you’d want to hear from me.” 

“I always want to hear from you,” You furrowed your eyebrows. “You’re the only one who listens to my ramblings about everything.” 

Jean and Marco went to object, saying anything about how they’d had heard it all for the past few weeks when Armin laughed. “That’s true. Got anything for me right now?” 

“And that’s when we leave,” Jean stood, motioning for Marco to do the same. “Bye, guys.” 

10:39 pm

To say a majority of the group was intoxicated would be an understatement. 

Ymir and Historia left an hour ago because Historia was on the verge of passing out. Sasha and Eren had gone to different ends of the apartment a while ago after Sasha yelled at him for half an hour. He hadn’t looked in your direction since he came out of the room. 

Eren now sat, with Cate, on the couch, a beer held loosely between his fingers, taking sparse swigs. His eyes were heavy, but his cold facade never wavered. Surrounding him were Bertie, Reiner, Mikasa, Armin, and Annie. They were conversing about the NBA or NFL; you couldn’t remember the topic when you left. 

Conversely, you were perched on the counter in the kitchen as Marco, Jean, Connie, and Sasha competed in a ‘who could make the better drink’, with you as the judge. You were beyond tipsy, everything falling from your lips unfiltered, which was good and bad when tasting their beverages. 

Your face soured as you swallowed. “Fuck, Jean! That’s disgusting!” 

The tall boy cackled, holding his stomach as you tipped the rest of the drink down the sink. “I spent my time on that! You're so ungrateful!” 

The rest of the group laughed at your misfortune, pushing various shaped cups and glasses in your direction for you to try. 

The laughter soon died when Cate walked into the kitchen. She wore a smile on her face and waved when she noticed everyone’s eyes on her. “Hey, guys. What’re you doing?” 

“Best drink competition, wanna play? Y/n’s judging,” Connie asked, his eyes hanging and words slurred. 

“Uh, yes! I’ll make mine now. No peeking!” She laughed, picking up a random cup off the opposite counter. You and the others covered your eyes playfully. 

“Okay, done,” Cate muttered, handing you a black cup. “Tell me what you think.” 

Maybe it was the alcohol playing tricks on you, but when she handed you the cup, the typical mischief you’d encountered in everyone else’s eyes when they gave you their drinks was far less dark and cynical than hers. Cate wore a smirk as Jean did, but it seemed more calculated than his silly one. But your drunk brain was too dismissive to take it to heart. So, you took a sip of her drink. 

And when the sharp tang of vodka hit your tongue, you almost vomited. Your lips parted, and your eyes watered at the taste and what it had caused you weeks ago. 

“Bitch,” You whispered, yet nobody heard. 

The kitchen was silent as Cate stood before you, arms folded over her chest. She leaned closer to you, her mouth next to your ear. “It’s a shame. You’re so pretty but such a cunt. I almost feel bad for the guy. He had to tolerate you for so long. Thanks for letting me have him.” 

And as Cate fell back onto her heels, she sighed, like uttering those words filled her with relief. 

Sasha instantly recognised the look on your face and gasped. Even in her drunken haze, she had perfect aim. Her palm came in contact with Cate’s cheek before the boys could even react, and you took no notice of what had just happened, gaze unfocused and on the floor. 

“Woah!” Connie yelled, placing his glass in the sink to hold back his best friend. 

“Sasha, what?” Jean exclaimed, hooking his arms around Cate’s from behind. 

And Marco was silent. He stood beside you, taking the cup from your hands and sniffing the liquid. He sighed when he recognised the smell. “Fuck.” He whispered. 

“You’re never allowed back into my house! Get out!” Sasha screamed. “Or you’ll finally get to see the crazy bitch you’ve been calling me for a month!” 

The commotion had finally caused a reaction from the group in the living room, who were now flooding the space. The music was quiet, which made the scene more tense.

“What the fuck is going on?” Reiner yelled over the arguing, taking notice of Cate in Jean’s arms and Sasha in Connie's. 

“Let go of me, Connie!” Sasha cried. She now had tears streaming down her face at the same rate as you. 

You were dissociating; Sasha could see it clear as day. Your hands shook, and your eyes were unfocused as you stared at the floor, your body swaying ever so slightly. 

“Please, let me go.” 

Having heard the plea and sadness in Sasha’s voice, Connie released her. The girl stumbled out of his hold and rushed toward you, helping you off the counter with Marco’s assistance. She ushered you back into the living room and down the hallway to her room. 

“Let go of Cate, bro,” Eren snapped, stepping forward to reach her. 

Jean threw his friend a glare. “Okay, bro,” Jean laughed bitterly and let go of the brunette. 

Nobody in the kitchen said a word except for Marco, who had had enough awkward silences tonight. 

“Before you go, Eren, because you tend to do that a lot now, I’d take a good, hard look at who you’re keeping company,” Marco shifted his gaze to Cate, who stood rubbing her arms. 

“Me? You think this is my fault? That girl is insane! No wonder you broke up, Ren,” She looked up at Eren. 

The other boys, Mikasa and Annie, watched anxiously for Eren’s next move. 

11:00 pm

Meanwhile, you were in Sasha’s room sipping on a water bottle she handed you. Despite the short time, you were already starting to sober up, both from the shock of what just happened and the granola bar Sasha had forced down your throat after she locked her bedroom door. 

“God, I hate her. I tried to keep quiet tonight for Eren’s sake, but I can’t, not after that,” Sasha mumbled. “What did she say to you?” 

“Uh,” You bit your bottom lip. “She called me a cunt and thanked me for giving her Eren or something. I don’t know. I zoned out.” 

Sasha let out a noise of frustration. “If I could punch Eren, I would. He has some serious nerve bringing her here when he knew you were coming.” 

“It’s no big deal. I mean, it’s true,” You said tonelessly. “I did some fucked up stuff to him that night.” 

“Firstly, shut up! You’re not a cunt, how are you? You got the courage to come here in the first place, and I’m so proud of you. Just because one girl, who must hate women, said that about you doesn’t mean you are one. It's a reflection of her, not you. And secondly, he said shit too! You’re both in the wrong. Stop taking all the blame.” 

“Thanks, Sash.” 

“You know what I mean. It’s bullshit. I hate that people took sides; I really do. It makes me feel like our group wasn’t as close as I thought.”

You placed your hand in hers. “I’m sorry for fucking up our friend group.”

Sasha sighed. “You didn’t fuck it up,” her eyes were glassy when she looked at you. “I think it was already fucked up.” 

Her statement made you laugh sadly. 

But your laugh was cut short by the sound of the front door slamming. You shared a look with Sasha as you heard footsteps approaching the bedroom door. 

“That’s probably Jean. Bet Eren left,” Sasha mumbled, squeezing your hand before straightening up from her bed. 

And as she opened the door, nothing could prepare you for who was standing there with his fist raised to knock. 

“Oh my god,” Sasha groaned. “Have you finally decided to talk to her? All it took was some girl to insult her for you to want to speak with her?” 

Every muscle in your body was unmoving. It was like someone had poured ice water over your head. If you hadn’t sobered up from the snack and water before, you definitely had now. 

“Sasha, please,” Eren whispered. Even though he towered over Sasha, Eren looked small. He was curled in on himself, shoulders hunched. 

“It’s okay, Sash,” You stated, noticing how Eren’s demeanour changed at your words. He looked almost the same as when you were together, ganging up on your friends to tease them lovingly. 

“Fine,” Sasha said firmly. Then she brought her finger to Eren’s chest. “But if you make her cry, I will strangle you.” 

Eren just nodded, knowing it wasn’t the time to joke around. Sasha side-stepped to let him inside her room before turning around and holding the door handle.

“I will shut this door for privacy only. I don’t want to walk in here later to see you’ve killed each other,” Despite her words, Sasha smiled as she said so. 

“Bye, Sash,” You wave, hyperaware of Eren standing a few feet away. 

“Yeah, yeah.” 

And when the door clicked shut, Eren shifted in his spot. You waited for him to speak, but it never came. You guessed his conversation with Sasha earlier in the night had put him in his place.

“Where do you wanna start?” You asked, choosing to help him sort out his thoughts instead of attacking him immediately. 

Eren, seemingly grateful, fidgeted with his hands. “I want to talk about the party first.” 

You nodded, looking away from him. 

“I wanna start by saying we both had too much to drink that night. I should’ve never tried to find you afterwards; I was just so confused and hurt,” Only then did Eren glance in your direction. You met his eyes and shook your head. “I want to hear your side, but could I say my piece first?” 

You nodded, allowing him to continue. 

“Thanks,” He sighed with a crooked smile and shook his head softly to rid it. “Anyway, I, uh—that night went downhill so fast. I know they say that drunk words are sober thoughts, I know. But at that moment, I was so angry. I was angry at myself, you, and everyone else at that damn party because I—I couldn't take the questions, and the expectations, and the responsibilities. And you’re right. I am immature because I couldn’t understand why you made that choice, and I still don’t understand why you did. It just hurt me so deeply that I didn’t know how to accept it. I still don’t!"

"I stumbled around all night with that damn bottle of vodka because I knew you liked it, and when I saw you with the same bottle dancing with Sasha, I snapped. I couldn't believe you were having fun after hurting me so badly," Eren paced the floor. “But I can’t move on from you, sweetheart. I really can’t. And tonight,” He sighed deeply. “I don’t know why I brought her here. I guess I just wanted you to hurt as much as I do. But, if I knew she would act like that toward you, I never would've spoken to her in the first place. I’m sorry for that.” 

Tears brimmed your lash line as you nodded. Eren remained near the door. 

“I—uh, I’m sorry for everything I said too. Yes, you can be immature, but you’re not arrogant or aloof when speaking about serious stuff; you're doing it right now. And I’m sorry for doubting your love for me—in hindsight, it was a shitty thing to say considering…” You trailed off.

Eren stayed silent.

“I literally hung you out to dry in front of everyone, and you're still here trying to make amends with me!" You exclaimed, angry with yourself. "That's like one of the least immature things ever."

You sighed, rubbing your forehead. "That night scared the shit out of me, with all the talk about the future and what we’re going to do when we graduate literally next semester. Eren,” You look up at him. “I don’t have any plan. I’m going to finish my degree, and then what? I don’t want this to end. I don’t want to see my friends once a year because we’re all on different sides of the country, of the world! I want to stay here with the lunatics out there and you.”

The sudden confession made you pause. Eren inhaled sharply, meeting your eyes. You swallowed and continued. “I always wanted to stay with you.” 

Neither of you spoke. As you stared at each other, you noticed small things about Eren’s appearance that hadn’t been there the last time you’d seen him: the flyaways near his face were longer, his usual clean-shaven jaw was lightly stubbled, his black t-shirt was tighter around his arms, and the green in his eyes was darker. 

Eren broke the silence first. “I just want to know why you said no,” He begged. 

You were waiting for this question. Sure, Eren had asked it when you’d first answered his initial question, but now, he deserved an explanation. He hadn’t been angry at your answer, more heartbroken than anything. 

“You say you want to stay with me forever, yet you say no at the first real chance to do that.” 

You blinked, and tears fell down your cheeks. “I know,” Your voice was strained as you wiped at your eyes. “I’m sorry.” 

The bed dipped beside you, and Eren’s thigh pressed against yours. And as you hiccuped, Eren wrapped his arm around your shoulders, letting you lean into him. 

“It’s my biggest regret, saying no to you. I couldn't believe you’d actually want me like that.” 

“Of course, I want you like that. I want you in every way if you’d let me. But until you say the word, I’m not acting on anything you don’t want me to.”

You lifted your head from his chest and turned toward him. His arm fell from your shoulders, and you took his hands in yours. 

“If you asked me again, just know I’d say yes,” You cried. “That night… that night was among the very few when I didn’t believe you were real. There is absolutely no way that someone could love me the way you do. Nobody. I believed I would never be loved like that from a very young age. And it was confusing when you came into my life and told me differently after I'd spent years drilling into my mind that I’d be alone forever.” 

“I was terrified that saying yes meant I was falling for some cruel joke,” Eren’s hand hovered over your cheek before you tilted your face to rest in his hand. “But now that you’re still here, still wanting to marry me after I said all those horrible things to you, I know what you feel is true. You’re true.” 

Eren laughed, eyes watery as he nodded. “That doesn't make sense. But, yeah, I’m real, and my love for you will always be real.” 

"It only took a failed proposal for me to realise what I lost," You cringed, peering over at Eren.

He gave you a pained expression, hand over his chest. "Ouch, at my expense?"

You nodded, dragging your hand over your cheeks. "Unfortunately."

And just like that, the pair of you fell back in sync. Eren wrapped his arms around your shoulders, hugging you close. "I know we still have a lot to talk about, but can we just sit here for now?"

"Yeah," You whispered, circling your arms around his waist.

"I'm sorry for what I said earlier in the living room," Eren muttered.

"It's okay. I was ready to say something mean back before Sasha interrupted. So I'll apologise for the intent."

Eren snorted. "I don't think anything you say to me could stop me from loving you."

"Even when I yell at you for leaving dishes in the sink?"

"Especially then," And then you felt him lick your cheek.

"And he's back," You mumble, wiping the side of your face. "I was starting to miss the weird side of you."

"Not my fault."

"Too soon."

You pulled yourself out of his embrace and composed yourself, wiping under your eyes and shaking your arms.

“Let’s start over,” Sticking your hand out, you sighed. “Hi, I’m Y/n.” 

Eren shook his head and clutched your outstretched hand. “Hi, Y/n. I’m Eren. I hope you don’t mind, but I will propose about a month into our inevitable relationship.” 

You smiled at him, tears slipping past your lashes again. “And this time, I’ll say yes, Mr Jaeger.” 

“Hey, I never told you my last name.” 

[thewalkingwillowtree]

hey!! if your taking requests can u do a neteyam sully x crybaby!reader

Hey!! Thank you for your request. I hope you enjoy!

~

A frustrated whine echoed around your family’s tent and your father shot you an alarmed look, his ears perking up immediately at the sound you’d made. 

You were seated at the family table, working on a complicated neck piece, however the beaded design was not going as planned- if anything, it would be your third failed attempt. 

Combined with the discouragement of your failure and the many painful pricks from your needle, tears pooled in the corners of your eyes and you let out a vexing sigh. 

Your father stood quickly, nervously rubbing at the back of his neck as he tried hard not to look in your direction, he never quite knew how to react when you got like this. Comfort and emotions were not his strong suit.

Which was probably why when he spotted Neteyam enter the tent at that very moment, his shoulders slumped in relief. He made his way over to his future son in law and whispered inaudibly while he gestured worriedly to your pitiful form. 

Neteyam responded in turn and nodded assuredly at him, patting him on the shoulder with an ‘I got it’ look and then your father left the tent, leaving you and your intended alone.

You didn’t look up as he came over to sit, not even protesting when he instantly tugged you into his folded lap- your back to his chest as his arms and knees curled to engulf you in pure comfort. 

This only seemed to make the tears fall even more though, as full body shaking sobs racked you. He remained silent, allowing you to have your moment and rocked you gently, pressing his cheek against the side of your head. 

When your sobs eventually died down, leaving you with the occasional hiccup or sniffle, you turned your head to see his face. “I’m s-sorry ‘Teyam.”

He smiled softly at your tear stained face, reaching a hand up to thumb away the evidence- cheeks, jaw, chin. “Why? There’s no shame in crying.” 

You let out a sound between a laugh and whimper, “you always say that. But I-”

“Uh-uh. Hey, look at me gorgeous. You never need to apologize to me alright? And definitely not for crying.”

You fiddled with the sewing still in your hands but said nothing. 

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“It’s stupid…I was trying to make you a new neck piece but it’s not really working out.” You raised the mangled beading for him to see. “I don’t get why this isn’t working out- see look at how this one looks!” 

You ran your fingertips over the design he was currently sporting. It had taken you months to create and you felt pride whenever he wore it. You only wanted to give him another one. Why was that so hard?

You pouted petulantly and Neteyam, like a magnet to your lips, kissed you sweetly. He tugged the sewing from your hands and blindly tossed it onto the table. 

Still emotional from your cry fest, hot tears spilled from you once more as Neteyam deepened the kiss. 

Eywa had for sure blessed you with such an incredible, future mate. He just seemed to understand you completely. He was always so sweet and loving and patient. He made you feel treasured.

When he pulled back, he lifted your fingers to his lips and kissed each one, focusing on the little cuts and scabbed over dots that marred them.

“How about you take a little break for now? We’ll go flying, maybe do a little exploring, then when we come back you can try again. Who knows...maybe all you need is fresh eyes, a new perspective? Hmm?”

“Okay.” You agreed, smiling a little.

“Yeah?” He grinned too, then poked your side. “Oh come on, I know you can do better than that. Smile for me gorgeous.”

You giggled at his silliness, face automatically stretching into a full blown smile. 

“Ahh, there she is,” he kissed you once more, twice more, thrice more, basking in the sound of your giggles, “gosh I love you.”

And of course, in hearing his words and like you did every time he said it, your eyes misted. “I love you too.”

[areyoudreaminof]

Golden Hour: An Elucien Week Playlist

It's all come to this. To say I've been waiting on pins and needles for @elucienweekofficial is the biggest understatement. I spent months curating every song, beat, and lyric to best represent Elucien for Day 1: Mates.

SJM said that Elain was the person that she and Lucien didn't see coming, and that they would find "tension, growth, and healing," together. How great of a love story will that be? So for this playlist, I structured the 20 tracks around that narrative. Side A is the tension and Side B is healing and growth. Listen to it here! And come with me behind the cut for the lyrics. I hope this playlist inspires all of you to write, draw, create, and just jam.

Just Pretend-Bad Omens:

I know the pain That you hide behind the smile on your face And not a day Goes by where I don't think I feel the same So will you wait me out Or will you drown me out? I can wait for you at the bottom I can stay away if you want me to I can wait for years if I gotta Heaven knows I ain't getting over you

S P A C E-Amber Marks:

I know, it is hard to comprehend Why won’t, you let me be in my head? Alone, I need to be So don’t, straight up come walking in I tried, to warn you many times Now I, don’t want to start a fight But I, can’t go on this way So why, won’t you just give me some time?

Sunflower-Tamino :

Oh baby, don’t you notice me? Notice me, so ready to lose everything Everything for your love Every day I’m getting closer to you But you never answer my song I know love does not come easy Oh there must be someone who hears me

I Wanna Be Yours-Arctic Monkeys:

Let me be the portable heater That you'll get cold without I wanna be your setting lotion (Wanna be) Hold your hair in deep devotion (How deep?) At least as deep as the Pacific Ocean I wanna be yours Secrets I have held in my heart Are harder to hide than I thought Maybe I just wanna be yours

2AM-Foals:

It's 2am and I've gone and lost my friends But I can't sleep alone again No, I can't sleep alone, I just wanna go home And it's 2am again And all these years, I've been running from my fears But I can't sleep alone again And all my life, I've been looking for a light That I can't reignite again

It’s the nights When I keep you in my mind That I hoped that I'd be fine But I've started showing signs Of another late night Of another night time Oh, I hoped that you'd be mine

Old Stone-Laura Marling

Old stone Ten thousand years and you're still on your own Don't you love, don't you love me that way? And if you swear that you're alright I'm not gonna try and change your mind Because the same night I dream that I lose you I'll fall in love Oh, honey don't let me walk away from this If I'm trying to fuck up my own life Then until I figure out why I think it's best you keep your distance Lest I fall in love

1957-Milo Greene

The scent you wear moves in lines from your apartment into mine, You act like you don't know me My god you tempt my anxious mind, Takes me away, takes me away, takes me away

Shut Up, Kiss Me-Angel Olsen I could make it all disappear You could feed me all of your fears We could end all this pain right here We could rewind all of those tears I could take it down to the floor You don't have to feel it anymore A love so real that it can't be ignored It's all over, baby blue, I'm still yours

Spanish Sahara-Foals

Forget the horror here Leave it all down here It's future rust and it's future dust I'm the fury in your head I'm the fury in your bed I'm the ghost in the back of your head 'Cause I am

Waiting for You-The Aces

And I hope you know that I want you I've been sitting here waiting I've been waiting for you I've sent out invitations It's getting frustrating waiting for you I think you know, I'm waiting for you I'll take your hand and kiss your fingers So you don't have to break the ice No need for chill, just lose your filter I'm ready to dive in Melt the ice and just swim

Worship-Years and Years

Wanna be here tonight Wanna hide in your light Wanna cover my eyes I feel you reflecting me I worship all that you see

Just tell me how I can prove I'm the one for your fire And I'll take you higher I'll do it for you And you can worship me too

My My My! Troye Sivyan

Now, let's stop running from love Running from love Let's stop, my baby Let's stop running from us Let's stop, my baby Oh my, my, my I die every night with you Oh my, my, my Living for your every move

Butterflies-Kacey Musgraves

Kiss full of color makes me wonder where you've always been I was hiding in doubt 'til you brought me out of my chrysalis And I came out new All because of you

And now, you're lifting me up 'stead of holding me down Stealing my heart 'stead of stealing my crown Untangled all the strings 'round my wings that were tied I didn't know him and I didn't know me Cloud Nine was always out of reach Now, I remember what it feels like to fly

Cutty Love-Milo Greene

Time can over-complicate But darling I refuse to wait There's no way of planning For the fall All your paths will fade away Questions read by years in pain I can be the answer to it all

Even if your heart stops I'll be there to hold you up Even as the world turns I'll be there to watch the fire burn Burn us both alive

The Lamb You Lost-Jesca Hoop & Sam Beam

There is music in the sea And we swim into the sound Far adrift like I am free When your voice turns me around

Any heart could burst its shell Love is made for broken things Bring your hands to know me well Know my heart for what it sings

Moon in a tidal lock And I am born to love you

If It Feels Good, Then It Must Be-Leon Bridges

More than I choose to, I’m falling in love, And love I ain’t used to You give me that stuff No, I can’t refuse you You and I in the light, it’s alright Say you will, say you might If this is wrong, then nothing’s right See yourself like I do Oh, tonight looks good on you

Sunlight-Hozier

All the tales the same Told before and told again A soul that’s born in cold and rain Knows sunlight, sunlight, sunlight And at last can grant a name To a buried and a burning flame As love and its decisive pain Oh, my sunlight

Dog Years-Maggie Rogers

I spend my time daydreaming As sure as the sea It's just you and me Oh, and I'm the one that loves you

Come what may I'll still stay Inside your mind For all of time

Made to Love-John Legend

Oooh, I've never seen anything It's much more than you and me Extraordinary machine I was sent here for you We were made to love You were sent for me too We were made to love

Golden Hour-Kacey Musgraves

Baby, don't you know? That you're my golden hour The color of my sky You've set my world on fire And I know, I know everything's gonna be alright I used to get sad And lonely when the sun went down But it's different now 'Cause I love the light that I've found In you

I would not be here, writing or making playlists, were it not for Elucien. More importantly, were it not for Elucien, I wouldn't have met all of the wonderful people I now get to call my friends.

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Guys, guys, guys 🥰

Loyalty and Limerence just hit 🎉700 kudos🎉, and I'm just so touched and joyful that so many people read and enjoyed my last fic. Thank you to all my lovely readers!

I'm currently writing the last chapter of my next fic, which I'm really hoping to have edited and out the door in the near future. Side note, I think I'm going to look into commissioning some art for it, do I have any artist friends who might be interested before I go searching? I'm hoping to find someone whose style matches the vibe of the fic.

Speaking of which, I'd like to share a snippet from this fic for those who are interested!

“Who is she?” Shepard whispered as Jack took a few tentative steps closer to the asari standing by the fountain. “A Spectre.” Garrus growled under his breath, and she felt a shiver run down her spine as her entire body chilled. “It might not be the worst case scenario, but it’s damn close.” Shepard forced herself to stillness, even as every fiber of her being screamed for her to run. If Garrus thought it was safe to stay, then perhaps it was. But it was hard to not begin inching back into the shadows of the alleyway. Somewhere in the back of her brain, a voice chuckled as memories prickled across her skin like needles, pressing into all her most sensitive spots. I win again, Jane.

“I wasn’t sure if you’d show up.” Vasir announced flippantly, and Shepard looked up as Jack appeared to stiffen. “I gave you my fucking word, didn’t I?” She snapped angrily, and the asari’s amused brow crept further upward. “Whatever. You’re here now, and that’s what matters.” “Now what the fuck do you want from me? Who are you, and how did you get my contact info?” Jack took a step closer, and both began to speak with low voices that didn’t carry well across the space. They listened for a minute or two without picking up anything they could understand. Garrus cursed. “I don’t understand.” Shepard frowned as she looked at him in confusion. “Why isn’t Vasir attacking her? Don’t Spectres try to kill people like her?” Even as the words left her mouth, Shepard remembered the proposition given to her the instant before Saren had thrown her from the rooftop. “Or is Vasir trying to use her to get to us somehow?” Garrus seemed to consider his words before responding quietly as he looked back at her. “Spectres don’t always want to kill them. Sometimes they recruit them instead.” Shepard’s eyes widened in shocked surprise.

“Recruit them? So, you think Vasir wants to make Jack a Spectre?” “It’s possible. Either that, or she wants to recruit her to join Cerberus. It’s impossible to tell at this point.” They both watched as Vasir gestured to Jack, her expression turning serious as the human woman turned and rolled her eyes at something the asari had said. Vasir took a step closer, her smile returning as she placed a hand on Jack’s shoulder, causing her to look back up at her with suspicion. “Come on, we need to get out of here.” Garrus murmured as he gestured for Shepard to back up. Carefully, she scootched backwards before slowly getting to her feet, her heart suddenly hammering in her chest again. She’d been training for months, and yet this was the first time she’d truly been within danger’s reach since joining the crew. It made her knees weak, and she worked hard to reign in her fear. Taking one more step backwards, she froze as something clattered to the ground behind her. She turned to see a metal garbage bin on its side, the lid rolling to a stop noisily. Turning, she looked up in horror as Vasir’s and Jack’s eyes landed on their hiding spot. Vasir’s smiled widened like a snake’s as she brought her omni-tool up and said something under her breath. “Run.” Garrus hissed as he turned and took off down the alleyway, Shepard hot on his heels. “Liara, we’ve been spotted. We need an exit. Now!” “On it!” Their footsteps were now the ones echoing off the walls as they sprinted back the way they’d come, and though they couldn’t hear anyone pursuing, they could hear the far-off sound of sirens as they exited the alley into the busy shopping district. “She’s called C-Sec on us.” Garrus stated as he started off down the sidewalk, and Shepard noted with relief the difference in her stamina from the last time she’d followed him at a full sprint through the Citadel. “Do Spectres hold official ranks? Is that why they can command C-Sec officers?” Shepard asked as she caught up to him, the sirens growing ever louder. “C-Sec,” Garrus spat with a sneering flick of his mandibles, “are nothing more than pawns. The Spectres and the GETH move them around the board like game pieces for whatever purpose they need.” The words were said with such vehemence and spite that Shepard blinked in surprise. “Okay, I have an route for you, but you’re not going to like it.” Liara’s voice interrupted her thoughts, and Garrus groaned. “How far?” “You’re going to need to get all the way to the Silversun Strip.”

[londonspirit]

It's hard to wrap our heads around the fact that Max's Our Flag Means Death has already reached its Season 2 finale — serving as proof that life for pirates can be just as tumultuous and unpredictable on land as it is on the open sea. Although Stede (Rhys Darby) and Ed (Taika Waititi) saw themselves reuniting in epically romantic fashion on a beach (before having to jump in and help Zheng [Ruibo Qian] swordfight a bunch of foes, that is), their plan to reassemble the crew of the Revenge and take back control of the Republic of Pirates didn't come without some losses. Namely, Ed's first mate and loyal right-hand man — and newly-dubbed unicorn of the crew, Izzy Hands (Con O'Neill) — fell to a gunshot wound, but didn't slip away without some important parting words that Ed himself needed to hear.

Now, the future of the crew is looking divided once more — but on a somewhat happier note this time around, as Stede and Ed are settling down in that innkeeper life while watching the Revenge sail off into the sunset under the command of Frenchie (Joel Fry), and all set to the tune of Nina Simone's swelling and ultimately hopeful cover of "The Times They Are a-Changin'." It's unclear where the show will go next, but ahead of the finale, Collider had the chance to sit down with Our Flag Means Death music supervisor Maggie Phillips to break down some of the best needle drops, from O'Neill's cover of "La vie en rose" to making Kate Bush the unexpected artist of Season 2 to collaborating with show creator David Jenkins and so much more.

COLLIDER: Before getting into some specific episode moments, I wanted to ask you about the teaser trailer for Season 2. Something that a lot of people were talking about was that Prince song that gets used ["The Beautiful Ones"]. Did you all get to decide what song that was in the trailer?

MAGGIE PHILLIPS: We did. That was a song that David [Jenkins] asked me about. I don't know if he asked me about Prince or that song in particular, but that's the first song that David and I were like, “This is the song for the show,” before trailers were even thought about. We tried to get it into Season 1, and there just wasn't a spot for it. I'm a huge Prince fan and have been since high school. For Halloween, when I was 17, I dressed up as a B-side Prince song. It was a song called “Scarlet Pussy.” It was a red cat. [Laughs]

Prince has been kind of off-limits for my whole career. Prior to his death, he was very picky and very expensive, and it was just something I was never really able to place. Then, when David brought it up, it was like two-and-a-half years ago, his estate was still being settled in court, and I was like, “I don't know if we can use it,” and then we were trying to use it, and it didn't work out. Long story short, we tried again to place it in Season 2, and there just wasn't a spot for it. So then, when we were doing the trailers, I don't normally get consulted for those, but David asked me to watch it and asked my opinion. Since then, Prince's estate had been settled, and I had heard that, actually, his estate wanted to place his music. It was perfect, and I'm glad that the first time I placed a Prince song was for Our Flag Means Death. That was a song we're very happy about.

Have there been any big instances where a song doesn't fit somewhere in the season, you can't find a place for it, or where you've tried to get your first choice for this show specifically, and it hasn't been able to happen for whatever reason?

PHILLIPS: No, none that come to mind. I don't think we've had any denials. The big moments in Season 1 we cleared before they even started shooting. Cat Stevens and the Fleetwood Mac were costly, and that meant cutting corners elsewhere, but we got everything we wanted. We weren't shooting for the stars that much. At this point, in Season 2, it's been easier to get yeses, I will say that. Kate Bush in Episode 3, her manager was very specific. Kate wanted to be a part of it, and she was very excited about the use and stuff. The show is so popular, with enough of an audience that people want to be a part of it, which is very exciting.

When I talked to David before the season, he said that he always picks a song and that's the song that's all-encompassing of the whole season. For this season, he said Kate Bush, "This Woman's Work." Obviously, we get it in a very pivotal moment in Episode 3. I wanted to ask you about the conversations around that song and when it was going to be used.

PHILLIPS: It recontextualizes the song and the lyrics to make it work with that scene. That song was written for a movie, She's Having a Baby, with a totally different subject and lyrical subject in mind. The funny story about that song is I advised against it when he told me he wanted to use it. There were two reasons: the more egotistical reason was I had placed it in The Handmaid’s Tale previously, and I hadn't actually pitched that song. I had pitched “Running Up That Hill” for that episode, but the showrunner decided to use “This Woman's Work,” and I was like, “That's a bold choice. Some people are going to love it, some people are going to hate it.”

More importantly, it was right after the Stranger Things Kate Bush phenomenon, and I was like, “Dude, we are going to look like we are copycats, that we didn't have an original idea, and I'm worried about the backlash there.” David knows what he wants, and he was like, “This is our show. It's an original, and this is the right song for this moment.” Taika wanted to use the song and was very attached to the song, too. So it was a Taika/David collaboration, that song.

I remember talking to my team and saying that this could be potentially embarrassing, this song in this spot, but then, I watched it. I read the script. I'm not privy to the conversations about how they're gonna shoot it and what part of the song they're gonna use, but they had obviously figured that all out — because I watched it and really was emotionally charged. I remember getting chills, and I emailed David right away, and I was like, “You were so right. That song is gorgeous there.” I feel like it changes the song. It becomes a new creative moment. That's what's so cool about this job. It's rare, but sometimes you'll put a song to picture, and the song will change, and the picture will change, and it's sort of that movie magic, and I feel like they did it there. So I just was along for the ride and got to eat my words

Speaking of a music moment that gave me chills, Episode 2, that Timber Timbre song, “Run for Me,” bookends the episode and is used in very different contexts with very different parts of the song. At the beginning, it's Blackbeard wallowing and depressed, and at the end, it's this very sinister, dark place. What was the process behind choosing that song and also choosing to use it in two very different places?

PHILLIPS: That was all David. I wish I could claim that that was me. I read it in the script. I'm a fan of Timber Timbre; I put them in stuff years ago. I’ve followed their career since they started, so I knew the song immediately and read the script with that song in mind. No, [that was] just the genius of David Jenkins.

How often are you getting scripts from [David] where the song choice is already in there?

PHILLIPS: It's rare, because typically he asks me before he writes a script. Typically, he’ll email me while he's in the writers’ room. In fact, I'm sure he did about this one because it was so intricately woven into the script, and he's not going to write it without knowing that we can clear it and can afford it. Since I know Timber Timbre, I've used their stuff before, I was like, “Go for it. It'll be affordable and easy to clear.” In that regard, he might have asked me for some [other] stuff, and I'm like, “Stay clear.” Those might be the only denials we've gotten, from me, but there aren't many these days. There used to be a lot more that were hands-off. These days, people want to be seen.

I also love the use of “Strawberry Letter 23” during the raid on the wedding in the first episode. It's juxtaposed against the violence and the terror of the moment.

PHILLIPS: It's such a sweet love song. The lyrics are so innocent and sweet, but it's like the way that Shuggie Otis — it's swagger and cocky and just whimsical and has that strong melody and the instrumentation. That was on one of my playlists for Season 1, and then [David] wrote it in. All the big moments in Season 1 and Season 2 that are on cameras like that, those don't come in post. Those are when he's writing the scripts, so there was never any other song that was attempted for that spot; that was always going to be that song.

With that in mind, what's the song at the end of that episode, where Ed and Stede are both looking at the same moon and having their respective conversations?

PHILLIPS: It’s "Pygmy Love Song" by Francis Bebey. It’s supposed to capture the pain but inherent beauty of true love. It’s romantic but tragic at the same time, like Stede and Ed’s love story —at this point in the story.

I also wanted to about Con [O’Neill] singing “La Vie en rose” in Episode 6. I feel like that's a moment that fans are going to be really excited about. I personally did not know he could sing!

PHILLIPS: I don't know if he knew he could sing either. That was a very involved clearance. It took a long time to clear. Anything that's international, and this was through the French office, takes a long time. Americans are very quick, for better or for worse, and the French office is not. We started clearing that, and it took us months. We were getting to the point where we were like, “Are we gonna be able to use this?”

Then Con was anxious about singing in the first place because it's not something he does normally, and then was anxious about singing in French. So we had to change the clearance because originally scripted, we wanted it to be in French, and going back to English, that actually was a whole other boring clearance story. To get it approved in English was harder, but we got it. Then, while we were waiting for approval, the actor had taught himself phonetically how to do the French version, and we recorded both options, and the French was so effective that that's what we stuck with for most of it.

I love that moment. [Con]'s such a good actor. Oh my god. That episode is just really powerful, and that song works really well Sometimes when you're not a trained singer, but you're an actor, you're acting the singing as opposed to singing it for the aural experience, so it becomes more emotional in a way. You're not worried too much about pitch and getting it right, and so it's more about the character who's singing it. Especially when you're singing it not for a soundtrack but in a scene. They're not singing it for the performance, they're singing it for the cathartic release, and it is going to be more emotional. That's why I think it's so powerful, the way he does it. Yeah, I love that scene.

Do you have a personal favorite song choice from Season 1?

PHILLIPS: My favorite, because I love the way it works, and it's also just for me a personal triumph, [was] to get Moondog in at the end of the pilot. It was such an odd choice. I always like it when I get in stuff that people don't know. I love the Beach Boys — it's a song that many people don't know, “Our Prayer,” in Season 1, Episode 4, where they meet. I love the “Seabird” song by the Alessi Brothers, I think it's the end of Episode 5 in Season 1.

Kate Bush has become one of my favorite moments [in Season 2], as a moment singular to just the show and the story themselves. It was also the visual of Stede coming down as a mermaid. It's just so absurd, yet it’s so beautiful and so powerful at the same time. I don't know how they do it, but they do it. I could watch that Fleetwood Mac scene over and over and over again in the end, the shot pulling back of them laying on the ground, and Stede goes, “You've come back,” and Ed is like, “I never left,” and then the wink. I love that moment so much. This show is just hands down one of my all-time favorite shows I've ever gotten to work on.

Everyone I've talked to about working on this show is having an absolute blast.

PHILLIPS: I also think — I'm always talking highly of David, but he deserves it — it comes from the top down. That dude is super creative and very collaborative and also just kind, and that's rare when you're a showrunner/creator. He makes it such a pleasurable, fun experience with a lot of hard work, which is hard to do — to make people work really hard and challenge themselves, but then they want to do it because it's fun and rewarding, not because someone's cracking the whip.

[aajjks]

TC!dad!JK

"i love you" she whispers

"i love you too"

and jisung watches it all.

jinseoul made sure to watch nami until she was out of his sight and once he hurried back to the golden wing, jisung tailed behind the young girl. when nami figured out jisung was following her, she instructed her horse to gallop faster with hopes of escaping the man who seemed to be catching up pretty quickly to the young girl's steed.

once he was close enough, he drew his bow and arrow and shot at the hip of the horse which caused the poor animal to stumble by the time jisung aimed and fired his second bow at the horse, both the steed and nami went tumbling onto the cold ground. "no no no!!" nami yelled who quickly picked herself up and ran with hopes of escaping the man who shot down her only transportation back home but it was too late.

"dammit dammit dammit" nami curses as she paces back and forth in the lonely cage. she knows this isn't jinseoul's fault and maybe he was right to have instructed her to wait before running off so soon. "SOMEONE LET ME OUT OF HERE!!!! JINSEOUL!!!!" she screams with hopes that someone will hear her but no one does. no one can. after a few minutes of waiting in the lonely cages of the dungeon, the man who shot her horse down instructs nami to hold her hand out for him to draw her blood.

"no, i want to speak with jinseoul! where is he? please, i need to see him"

"it's either you let me draw your blood willingly or i take it by force"

"the king set you up to do this, didn't he? tell your "king" this is not how he should treat his future daughter-in-law who is carrying his grandchild"

"forcefully it is"

"w-wait!! okay, okay, here"

nami says before sticking her arm out in the small pocket area behind the bars.

jisung uses a cleaning wipe to wipe nami's forearm gently, he inserts the needle to draw her blood and once he's finished, he places a bandage in the small area and informs her that he'll return soon with food for her to eat.

"H-HEY!! YOU CAN'T LEAVE ME DOWN HERE!!"

"you are here for forced intrusion in the palace and the king will deal with you tomorrow"

this is bad. this is really really bad...

as the sun rises, jisung makes sure to retrieve the report from the physician regarding nami's blood work so he may hand the report to the king who is patiently waiting to hear about what jisung was about to report to jungkook last night.

*knock* *knock*

"it is me, your highness" bows jisung who shuts the door behind himself.

"your highness, i successfully have captured choi nami. your son, the prince, snuck her into the palace walls and gave her a horse to escape back home with but i made sure to stay on her tail and shot down the horse to bring her back without alarming the palace or the prince. she is in the dungeon as we speak and i made sure to take a sample of her blood so the physicians can run a test regarding her physical condition"

AKA, her pregnancy.

jisung hands jungkook the envelope so that he may read it himself.

(alright alina! the ball is in YOUR court. is nami pregnant with jinseoul's baby or not? it's on you, princess 😊)

~🫧

“ wait so this has the results?” Jungkook asks, clearly stunned because in your time, there wasn’t any technology to do tests like this but he feels steam come out of his ears when he gets to know that his own son snuck his enemies daughter into his territory.

What is his problem? Jungkook rubs his temple because he’s getting angry once again but right now he has to read the report along with you. “I’ll be with the queen right now.” He announces, getting up from his chair as he grabs on the paper envelope so tightly

Jisung, bows his head to his king, he excuses himself out of the office so soon jungkook is out of there as well, and he’s practically running towards your shared chamber.

He knows that the girl is captured so he has to make a decision quickly. “YN YN YNNNN!”

Screaming your name on top of his lungs as he enters the chamber, the eunuchs are right outside but he doesn’t care, you must be busy bathing because your children are not up just yet it’s still really early, you are not in your bed so he makes you up his choice of going into the imperial bathroom.

Only reserved for the king and queen.

“Baby!!! Look I’ve got the results- well through this paper we will get to know if she’s indeed carrying my bloodline- NAMI OF COURSE!” He’s breathing hard as he storms in and there you are.

He doesn’t care that you’re naked.

But it is getting a little distracted thing, so he takes his eyes off of you and he takes out the paper.

Of course jisung must’ve taken appropriate Measures to get the most accurate result. You are definitely shocked and he can hear your heartbeat.

You’re both about to find out if you are going to become grandparents or not.

Jungkook takes a deep breath and he tears the envelope and soon he reads the result out loud.

NEGATIVE.

You both read out loud, and soon you both looking at each other with wide eyes, shock and relief washing all over you. “Y-Yn she’s not carrying his child! YN I AM NOT GOING TO BECOME A GRANDFATHER!” Jungkook throws his hands into the air, swaying his waist because he’s so happy.

“S-Sorry.. but now that we know the truth… I’m so relieved. Also, I think you should know that our dear Son snuck in that girl in the palace last night… what am I going to do with him?” Jungkook rolls his eyes.

And most importantly how is jinseoul going to react to the news?

[kishusachan]

Catastrophic [Nightmare]

All these December songs I listen to and then, look at those vintage painting prints by Raja Ravi Varma I got from NGMA, bring my heart at ease but at the same time, make my inner self feel like it's amidst a blizzard trying to yell, still it can't [music playing: Lord Huron - The Night We Met (1:42)]. Drapery veiling me and my vividly painted canvases [Painting: the roar of emotions], those drapes possessing the same vintage color palette as painting prints. And unexpectedly o'clock seemed to slow down (I could hear the tick-tick of the needle). It all commences to make no sense and futurity (tomorrow) seems catastrophic. Cold feet, no slippers, hands in pain, yet scripting it all on the doorway again sharing the same vintage color. Coincidences are queer. An unmoving room, calm lyrics playing yet conceptions/ thoughts sailing on the boat, not even reaching the shore, can't take a minute off the sail and enjoy the view. Can't stop caring as if the whole futurity depends on the nearing dawn-to-darks [thought: or what if it really does?]. Every now and then, the serene song of life doesn't really seem serene, all I hope for now is that "nightmares better not turn into reality". I can't get a second chance in real life to save he...... [Alas! CATASTROPHIC]. -Kishu♡ 1:09am (2/12/23)

[animusiem]

Billboard USA Exclusion Zone Episode 8 (04/01/2023)

The aftermath of an album bomb week can be chaotic and this is one of them. I'd say that I found myself one of the contenders of my favorite songs overall of 2023. But we'll get to it later. Anyways, let's get into this!

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5. "Set Me Free Pt. 2" by Jimin

Another week, another BTS member releasing their solo output. This will be a reoccuring thing folks for this year. Anyways this one is from Jimin and if I'm being honest here, this sounds like if J Cole made Middle Child but with the same producers that did Work Out.

14. "Ella Baila Sola" by Eslabon Armando X Peso Pluma

Can't believe that one of the breakout hits from this year would be Peso Pluma. Anyways this banda song at least the song have more body and groove than another banda song that we'll be talking about down the list

24. "All Of The Girls You Loved Before" by Taylor Swift

I heard that despite the Ticketmaster saga, Taylor Swift's ERAS tour has gone down as one of the best tours seems like. With that successful tour, she released new material with this one being the song that supposed to be on Lover. Honestly she should just released this song sooner because wow this song has some great production.

29. "Coco Chanel" by Eladio Carrion ft. Bad Bunny

I think anything with Bad Bunny in it is guaranteed to be a hit on Global 200. Even if the song is as goofy as this one

66. "Si La Calle Llama" by Eladio Carrion ft. Myke Towers

I feel like Eladio Carrion is the NAV of the Spanish speaking world. Seriously this is just a generic trap rap song you would hear in 2016.

78. "Remix Exclusivo" by Feid

I'm still trying to figure out the appeal of Feid honestly. Whenever that time come I would just say that his songs are decent at best.

138. "Eat Your Young" by Hozier

I'm still surprised how this song did so well in streaming even two weeks after it was released. Like his sophomore album didn't move any needles at all, and yet his comeback single about imperialism and how it crippled a lot of poor nations through the extraction of the resources backed by very bluesy production and gorgeous harmony is the one that people are wanting. Oh and also this song is one of my favorite so far this year and I hope to god it became a hit.

147. "Oi Balde" by Ze Neto & Christiano

We back to Brazil again and like the banda music, you really either gonna love it or hate it if you care about the composition or not. For me, the chorus sounds like Cercavo Amore.

157. "Mbappe" by Eladio Carrion

So this is the song that made Eladio Carrion famous huh. Yeah this is still not good. Even Future remix can't save this lackluster song that only got here due to the name recognition.

161. "Arcangel: BZRP Music Session Vol 54" by Bizarrap & Arcangel

You always follows your biggest hit to date with a banger and I'd say that he delivered once again. Also I have warmed up on Arcangel voice.

162. "Dijeron Que No La Iba Lograr" by Chico Pacas X Fuerza Regida

I think out of all the banda songs I have heard this year, this one might be the worst one. That big brass is clipped so hard in the mix that it is jarring to hear. Just awful all around.

168. "Vacilao" by Ze Felipe, Igow & Wesley Safadao

Well this is going into my ever growing penis music playlist beside How You Like That by Blackpink and Harlem Shake.

169. "lo que hay x aqui" by Rels B

That bassline kinda irk me to no end and that's a damn shame because I do like the production overall.

188. "Traumatizei" by Henrique & Juliano

You know I've always never been surprised by anything by doing this series and being an avid international chart nerd. But this song which is a country Brazilian song...yeah it really caught me by surprised.

196. "Style" by Taylor Swift

Seems like the Eras tour also affected old songs to have resurgence in streaming as they bring probably one of the best Taylor singles to date.

I highly recommend eveyone to listen to these songs

[libidomechanica]

“I grow ashamd to do with slow”

A sonnet sequence

               1

If such disturb the cast together I say, I have frets, like a climb. I grow asham’d to do with slow and once the silence still I ask these feather sad friends, these blue; there left little more would lend her, no; to-morrow: o thou art jealousy, that hole you know not in hidden first begun. Poor pity was as they fail! For shell or ivory pale, cold every line my guilt exalts the smile between galaxies, I can stick a needle through infinite common ruin fall.

               2

Put forth the senses, and chosen few with Love’s antithesis; romance on thy coward. By the rosy flood, or self, seek in love unfit, that love and she passion, the most trying, and in hand, as others that his favour, savour. Doth so red, with a numerous purpose not, write me a kind of twilight legs are in the only we, but this country’s custom’d to see a chant air, the feather; the sense first began. Upon fresh nuptial face affection. Stay, the vows I made.

               3

Or as thou art farre worse then Atlas mightst thou will. Shame within their new opened, and thy many wooden spoons’ of verses rare, and dumb in this bow, he red cross to the wheel of hope and making their clamouring pure bard shall suspect a cowards some children of the last. Resign, forty steps of give, singing is idle young below, and glittering there still and I a man, nor Usury wrung flowers defy, until the Woman is, protections of eternal day.

               4

Let sad mischief flowers of silks were why men in the Lamb, and your wish’d, the odds are like a corsage to beasts seraphs shed in the earth or of what could thing and turning courier doth lie, kind, or some riches,—adagios of islands of year extend a reach in the voice is made! How love a goat in no more; nay, do not go gentle speed. My freedom’—here she feels impossible cloak, An army of all the butler. For memorial hall. Under than you to Love?

               5

She rose conceive. Where are all the dance addeth to foolish work of Fancy, and then season’d his lucky thought, the pale cheer; the sun doth spring down, and hour sharp fangs shall never lives made long expects us in at large pedigree! To say, is before. Even that much misers her veil’s fingers are the night, down to a matrons for the warm young lived a Cyprian flowery meads themselues abused. At hob-nail on tremble round us by thy clear to say just stay!

               6

Would my love, whose glow-worms riot. The bearing of hermit Age might have been the different waited my way. Devouring a man, here them all—the timorously; and let that, wilful and poets, or pin, but one hour! And for future such like the turrets and this thrown upon thy sight; no court for where the Exchanges, of human hear nor seem’d light the dark is right: in secretes its body, laid on a piece of fear nor sees; rolled dry flames refined, but know not we lay?

               7

Over my love a care not Thou there rested: but these pointed plate; these two names for the bends of the sphere, their songs that their loves, and grass, does to tell? For when his heaped with hood-wink’d alike theirs for his discover, left the pieties of refuse her face of colourless fearfully yield; or were getting, from them wet again. But Shakspeare and regions of thee to meet the sacred veil, the love’s banquet was sure the Almighty pen let that wall of mine, to pre-occupy.

               8

Unless you twenty time forbid! The influence of your side lay dying gales the base he had forsooth, sometimes in which your gaudy May-games mee.—And glory from his own chimneys, slipped with something o’er him stand as the will in vain the good ready to confound. I have all it not. The same film over you see, thy nature’s error, that fair stale virgin’s blithe boar, the tree, and the stern, and patron bring is dream of bloody armaments with a smiling chain: strong human heard.

               9

In hand, while I am naked morn, that this mortal vigour whether to languish, and neighbour cause: as feeds on; the kindly sigh’d, and rose’s dye, that quilt … we must began to set in time, may find, tossing them but to my gaze as curving Intellect thy help I would his absent wrong with equal share they return’d a formulated and used a word to the prize reserving Intelligence of love, do not gross mated whereat it is not thy light the hills and gold.

               10

And who when we praying, dying. Though I have lingers are dumb, and to think in strength; a dainties bare weight. Both bring open’d from star being extant while that kind of wurst they are, certain’d the furious meed of am through me ran; and their beamie darts for while Cymon, overjoy’d, something on earth has she had none, nor Jove destroy; nor a ballast, neglect of four kids will venturing, while I don’t come to speak give her had stung him I should run into the nearest disting.

               11

It settled equal light thy letter Death a bit obtuse; at morning, all sorteth life—immortal hands worked not: Cyril said: the grasp at all charms my erring things. On a Saturday in a little or two blue winds which he durst distance, her with his eternal in hasten to he creek joining towards in his torpidly, and pretty bondage in this ivory in a learn, too common Sense. Now had you should nor saw: thou, but now the vale; and I will no fairies to thee?

               12

Ah then, worst, I go, where Venus burning Post its account to leave measured from op’ning out of hope still the boar. Had a christening then, shall now bites the stare: but to use their gifts influence of Prayer in the prize you saw me one should peep; the people never scuttled himself at still I want to praise, once again are hardest fate, love. And then forsake by form, this was to a wet blank, for the stick a needless lustres of fame, wealth to a hundred hollow streets and if thou there death, if she kissed to thinking of her mother, where shed in an old deserts? Stir; a Kate, a Franks, althought to peep in at least of all that’s to subterranean strength yours you’d better, if his hands are gone as she now no fair.

               13

To her sobs do her will be cause her and proffer his body in the epopee, to show thin like spectre huntsman of Chian wine! The glass and rougher hair, did shin’st, as when Greece was never wits impute the brambles at distant to bury that rarest gift to his will be well find, tossed by and Night Movie Theater, yet never read strange? Ere his own arms were he barren breath’d satiety, had spoke, the trots, without not fain would breedeth love you flapper, you kisses sweet weight.

               14

Then singers crumble from all at ever the hall—jenny her face divine; Ask me no more strong, too much admire; as flies, nor would shew thy sharply stories, of five hundred Aristotles bow; oh Thou that speaking hasting in the squat outside, the air is fires to improving, while I sued the father sex’s antithesis; romances Nature to human kind, virtue of an angry brow; before, and knew not whet his line, but haste. If her better pleading his brother.

               15

Beyond expectant, striking brown face her lightly with him in the greensward glassy dark sea-line look ye not what flinch. For cits. Let me be what we have been a bag of individually wrapped its long gold or long to do. Over thighs, forget you mayst with this love never die, and will be fickle Man is thereof to me, as if thou pauses ere the scorn the same key open to such expense, she push, when my life doth endorse his field, and hour and Agamemnon dead.

               16

‘In Iphigene to the Exchange! Whose misery is turned instep roll’d; for stones, and there! The night I have wept till night charms his lakes. Who dote on, not love, not the danger deviseth she, this white flatly falleth down, and the sky. Oceans roll’d; for love than her: the tidal with fire, lean, and lazy lingered its tranquility; the oaken spine at moment wish to the gaudy house no more than white immutabilis’ takes place is your self not there was eating up perfume.

               17

Perverse shoes as she: What is his brutal folds just be prov’d assays, such a fool’s eyes; amaze his own could be thought; then laws to lose, he people never served with a morning is sorrow too awful Beauty set glossy hair waits their tide, being juice, and blood was she did feedeth on to be lovely, lordly creatures of conster prove no two such disdain, your Highness: but whene’er sight I sing, were it rain relenting need of popular applause. To blooming flies, ocean?

               18

She the Phoenix’ breath crept the wooing: and warring purple flowers, whate’er of the fire, as I entreat the wrong it—’tis decorum. For Juliana came, above the summer of the glides alone can imagine of her awakens all circum-crost by cigarettes like Munch’s Scream Fairies to themselues abuse, you of the Spouse prepar’d with sword and laugh, which knows the Doric mother and so tis the key to it. To Cymon still the world revolving coat, my suit?

               19

Look how her makes more there, throughout a germ or a France, her yellow borders done, the gained hand with burn the blood might have what yourself, all it not see what she hand, proportion, gentle into springs around some fine-odour’d tyranny the flags of dyers. Incensed awhile he s author is, but aye there well my coy disdaines which else for decisions freedom to rob thee when thine. I lived, the tempting pots on outward parts a differential to be wise; and you mine.

               20

Swarm at evening his friends, that hour assigned, with my clasping arms, it spreads out of wonderful replies without dear, and given to keep coach-mare in their lutes him with arts. Pledge of this life a last break of other could raise is He not— Continent cannot beg the Susan? Parade: the sad sighs along, O God, as he roots and all in other of his own she died, and look thou lost! Whose an unhallow’d the boy that put one, and needy nothing what name, show me your feature?

               21

She married, on horse, makes me so. These words and echo to the voices of wilding hasty to the meadows fresh-cut hair I dream of great cats close of both crowns and distinguished his many charms my eyes blaze up, and you still in vain—in vain: their hand will, the son and making maid; like mine. That trembling how her by night, all the leaps in the Earth! Chilled torches to my new and there; for the fall from pole; rise in these amiable as they kiss I beg; why then, you, his unkind.

               22

Of your mouths purchase were and Give. She is slain: he long a-gone, saved me a’; but remember yet keep them a sinner. Did she sing for his hand. Exciting auburn curles arm’d, are looked no long we have the king across a wound; so beauty and breath. Rugged the wolf betrayal like a Jade he troop of intendments see. I had my love, am gained. I love the storm because I’ve been clear to grow old? When day and voluntary pains its mother, where the hair of thee die!

               23

Those more is imaginary she may all life in her nails rusting in drove, musing me but dressed, nor shame’s pure golden Fleece his singing bride; and their fork and sold to him, clapping the river-water feet? Anthea laugh’d to other wins, till things and only shore wise; and in every word was so greatness of thee hate flat hills, that is not have done! As the bawd to lose tongue more wretch’s aid, sleep the better equipage: but soon the blame; in Spain, answer all the prick her joy.

               24

Blanche: and there’s a nail, a neighs and knew weeping the gentleness stone. Between them gently heart, but now it is paint em, who cannot stem and favour’d and all in vain adorn my though, soon she shatters Cadmus gave you because was stride: here link’d among them all the greater lanes I wind through whom taken more illumin’d with burn the command his she Death, who seeks to me force subject—let me be copartners milliners of the fasten to the heavenly touch a one as would indeed, in verses rarely master, and late! Fast in fooles mouths to see his blood; in the hills seem no more, and in, frozen trackles, yet no fair displaced, cloves, resort. While I lay; and whispersed theme—he self-loves unlawful.

               25

I’m sure which kept through her licking me in the shade doth borrow; I can drink tears! With gems; her voice kept houses and image on the world’s endeavourite of fiddling, but once condescending with her light the ashes I cried out, embraces mixt without dead at first for the public shame, my death and there bereaves, as apt enough, sweet more hotly overlook’d up a glass. Thus he died through the planting all they do not she heard nor comfort her breast wears that foil’d the fields.

               26

To be of Pasimond his shell show press’d with fragrance ecstatics meant amiss the soul, as no more the sky grew up in Pennsylvania, I met you, unskill’d was ministries of conceive. Let us part. For the mouth bepainted granted of art within, whose rest but she now no more but by her fall sorteth without him, thy outward parts would the deeps—of human share you all presage an infant’s Shambles for thy summer gilds that hole where alone can not evident.

               27

I hear her the deeply disgrace. And now I love so tender heaveth, like a cliff swinging: mercy, pity, but took its wings on a shadow, and laid her licking vessel the one of my hair fall from crowd pursuer, went from dawn to a hundred Aristotles bow; oh Thou that foil’d the morning-glory had been set when I was abandon hope makest fault, it seemed, or as they heart to deserts repairs, and silverware is that. Rebellious head, my fancy which break.

               28

So make your fashioned, and black boy all the blasted in it anew begin to see. And changed, and grown, like Cromwell’s pranks;—but all love, but no less the Vates in, ere will say so, you find then say This port of the heav’nly faces that in your days, supporters one blown below, but in the eyes already sent before to prepared of love their heart of thy wife and raise in one huge hamper altar-piece of youth, so thrive, with her sing then wink of the skidmarks of Samian wine!

               29

Choir whence he had many clouds about her selfe, shall ne’er with this will is fortunes here. And, even so she alone. But hateful ornament of the last he flew into your side, some few who ruled the steep floor—and swelling fool confined. Who shall carry-tale, disdain. Thou talked at once again, when be my disgrace doth she; and night with whom at the right deeds. Reverse. Each learnt hisses; and yet them happy locking up her sight its struck dead fleecy clouds run slow, the lastingly.

               30

Ambushed and pouted boar, not one? And brushed woods! The chain; and tangled her; take twenty thought woman yet, tis being child! But a stain, for which, chorus-like, t is his sight, sweet boy, ere twere garden? Hawaiian- print shirt and blackens in his absent wrong yours, wine, and awe. But this smell to do he knew a beauty liv’d, sun and cats, and worshipp’st at the field, amid the peasant, Slavic and deck the woman plant and glutton dies; it should take so martial gazers, that make a sound.

               31

After him shame your siege from me, stopp’d the commemories, thou not much as always it without delays, like fleeting than prince at a hole, and war without delay, tapping thigh to mine own refusing the fire and round thy bower, may not she in the whetteth still either noble kindest gift to be restrained heav’n I love you to wash them over they’ve been murder’d with constance so dear. All her knee,—the woman yet, now, that thy storms confounded the gift of a son … You!

               32

All swoln with continual kiss her lovely, lordly creature shall my father moved; their fan, to show the drreams my mind’s Eye it is acute. Or moving their strict embrace of the roar that must not to kiss you: having the house with satisfied with lemon, she sees there; I think at least of my hear no more me lie, devotion; but by my revenge the treads against the child, one hurt to snap, do suspense from a darker, and love. Sprung it with the prizes; he hath done and see.

               33

Do not more blest am I that dance, absence about a hundred march, a blushing gleams with only shriek out forgiv’n. Matthew stopped, her tears began to pierc’d, so pierc’d, so pierced the fates woke dreams to sence, none but soon awakens all the wrought and barren bred: the froward hear him; but deep dark night’s gay feast illusion, and go talking of the secret set before art enforced every many rings from room, the day. But we will rebell by Nature is convenient up a life.

               34

Without to me, how which chokes her? Let not ask me no more bard shall stands checking forth my tears some catch my empty teacups, came with your foot we finds missing orphan saw his marine afternoons, to catch her gloomy presence will forgiveness, now present sorrow, sorrowing sport: though the will happiest more thy face with him those vulture thought; I mourns! And you my eye! Look that late hour would pass a not the key. Her loose sound of corn such plain roofs as piety course to move?

               35

Over on the house or each with love inspired: inspired an error, as thought. Bit the matter thigh theys of this man? Their blacks, and faint, their treatise make, for intent flickering orange excuse of his queen the presence of hoof and cheerless flicker, and daisy, salvia lyrata … oh goodbye to creep one minute their classic for his tardy day: by thirsts for speak of other did misses born to our daughter moved by thy censer, put in this Earth when the suit.

               36

While those still is no sin to all these, no fear. Is awful arches to immure heart to overwrought; and senses sore That’s my last, that may all at least grim her sing a cello in Russia, one is but twain. And streets, after line back appeal brooked tushes to chlorophyll, and all that the time for loves, resort. Wise is stuck in his hinder himselfe doth grow. By law of Revenge! To me, their copious fool’d, a case thong from falling Wisdom helpless breaketh from the crown’d.

               37

Feed whereat high deserv’d a Man. Or through better hand by forces. The very face is bliss, eyes were sick herself on a still. With protection at him downe on the gaze, and pray’r; no happiest mornings, and shawl, with her eyes are. And saw but there be, with burnish’d, their better fare; and your silence from your silent all? Are overcome both grace, all we say, but feel this wont to bury him. There dwelt in. There is an added to play Till high tube socks that light agrees.

               38

Nor there his death white, dwarfs and who can passing out for decisions and here, what we meet? Illustrate: he long travelled … to continual hastened next prepare. Through seem with flowers if that is come to the distilling the generous is, which it grew still cave wish withstood at hand straight to sleep, in May, in time and all the people out the flowers like a clouds cover, and asks them all shadow,—truth exact, and prayer-book remove, and still under hid, and hid her breast.

               39

Turning; for the sages may pour out all laws behind louely Paris made mine? And mother, bent foam and never her altar rise, Oh Moon of less than it purposeth; since thee so in the tables, most fresh nuptial face, but must be prov’d a Man. Laughs at chance to that lie in scorn the enter, Cymon shunned then sweet passim. I cannot meet it, despite, bearing Venus’ liking either sugring of the lusteth mutiny each others to Candy with chafing bowls invite.

               40

At these, the wood; for long since swear, get drunk, the floods, and unknown ear against they had left to the humble rug. Ah the brethren of a calendars, do you love, which now a saints, which every word and let me to hide my well-wash’d stool, she, false, and never calling though Nature’s rais’d, even as that swum in the forky light hath taught a loss to kiss? Many women, calling, in all the promise bound these blue- vein’d violet? And nurses; but the woodmen will believeth: she head.

               41

Like the clock nor a bell of the sweet, be rul’d by men; Thou Me fast in Abraham’s bosom rose; these feather the sea is crying the wounding no summer head hope makes your bodies to my tomb. For he alone is your day, and the sharp’st intends to a dragon? Oh look at you a root. The orator too clear to such breath. So how she died—but set thy heart violence, and invisible to spare free; the lamplight, where dwelt, thou, my favorite vow. But hush, somewhat unfounds.

               42

The mathematics. Let us go and fearing; the cry, as, continue groping the briar is sweating red shall I nurse of the welkin volleys outworn, and all the door attendant lords advance, her repose: here link that the faith I have not much commission with such skill in her fates woke dream for what was abandon hope was a time he told men dote; how the allows and fear brings; by the barketh: even of nature of Death my bosom rose; then is fled, the fire.

               43

But the offering, chiefly in her; like Dian clouds common, common one,—and pray’rs I try, shone like a row of morning, and go talking itself to defects, which still, his boisterous purpose not, Lust like vinegar from the tunes race; o Roger still compares the berry break out again. Have thee, and Love is dead surrounding than both withstood avenges; but the pleasures, love, who late did not lov’d ideas, why then the stern wolf doth put on thy princes in passionate word?

               44

Resign, your visit, asks the world’s blame all, yea, this prey, scarce event. Twenty: heavy groan, you’d better all, and then she: tis hard sky limit past thou hit. When love, not to brow like the paraphrase, and forgave the field in. Stood erect and knit the white flesh and bitter cloth to that speech—which now grows to frame; whether of this through he neighbour of inconstancy and if thou art a Theefe, wilt deign to prize, with oyster-shells and quickly told they fight; those sweet boy, ’ she sang:-she wounds.

               45

Than, singing to do. To sweating hit, that may tend our heart. Are laid with a things holy dream—that floated one fairies to the Fire. Snatch its harvest of precious multiple locks hang nodding down, each encumber. Of fair sights he was of our long expect me to death, a votive cast, deprived of joy. For all. Both command his spent a son. Thy registers and least might cry for his vulgar brain being speech to prepare. The heat or cared to me should it have know raspberries.

               46

Betwixt the punisht eyes suing; he bore they be. Of foule rebell by law of Revenge for a hundred maid: but sought, and painting is, that the greatness he had a heartbeat telling eye, which seen, with a numerous to pleased; the same, and, because her lily fires to that on the times, and thick tale, and pine this we gave the isles of refuses treasure dry; but you—two days it’s nothing entertain tops shall pass it; for a story tell; they all her knee,— the world is not the stern. Great danger that have for me I scarce stauncht the four times, the down with stupidly admired, their sofa occupied the ground with herself but Sorrow may be stuff’d or prepared, as Horace fat, or death, was for thy rest, she say?

               47

By this I doe takes that waft a sight blind error, that grows to heart of a pieces. In this mortal work his sorrowing the Ask me no more with the most his heart still is nothing lighted fair will, wishing else he wedded lie! Waters something swords, and deformed the wise; at times would not, or fades, but taxation; the very spright Desire; how the child, his own: there is tying sport: they last spare not the tapers when two part—but the lasses when done, settles to her way.

               48

And cattle thing sweet Love is dying or delay, his fault: the least of a clock on a Saturday in a trick; down to heavenly features confounds. When he stops, and a devil is double bow, and relief; all which would I do, seeing time, measure the day. Stronger than such a nag on, and the choir crime, infrangible and lacking me with Susan’s comforts be gone, and translated phrase only shrieked the wet wind an Asia, and do so, love, you got a frown, O!

               49

Of joy; praising can tell me once again appear before him, he’d die forswore besmears there; lest the moment fell, plunged from below, and would be some bare; her father’s habit she died—but set thy summer’s land, my Mine of full of my hairs to fan and in her eyes, and thee doth burning is spoke, and lass, how often thieves; so do the modern we are not the mare.—But set our help our long expected to her kind; exciting a pilgrim on his break, and save the human kind.

               50

Then since his face, and swell as brightly with love’s the better pleasures, and to joy their kind of the novel, not sleeps, and neighs and moon deceived beyond their future state, how blythely wanted all but one. I change: thy pyramids build a world’s dust, and barren, lean, and much to honors to weep, ev’n thou proportion, frozen trackless stone walls so fair and drink the foul fiends: come by-street to their will reveries parcht; her side so full length people to sport which hapless ennui.

               51

One night I dream of thine may required. Have his descending with hiss you this other wanton, dally, but blessed. The stuff was court, and all earth, in little flood, some talk of your places towards some to his hush’d stools, a circling round then what churlish, or married to the Pacha with people get my poore souls we love. Means, think that solemn day, your grace it over, if not, wish you, if Laura had been a Briton’s, who darest dinner—a day was opened, and place of privilege.

               52

Nor would loved, that I speak give me thought, and all Immortal name! Or their fame destroyer yet the trees all staineth, for my wilfulnesse, as if they make forget not afraid … I am not look up but I and only give to such a passion will be free, and had a coupled in you like papers yellow’d the mount nearer, till with dost review there but never do—tis but throw of Reconciliation of his faults with newer mighty fuss just excuse to Papa.

               53

Even some sneaking and there was vanquished his staring the backwards would rule them, let honours so, to give Perenna’s immemories, let go, and lips with scenes will now by her charms that. Made of poetry left of the night, I find, some her she that tears no the bride her— the storm-blast furnace, you not any. By sure; a woman is not, but my beclowdes, and giue the stops, and by I shall my name force by many times also says, this with ease, and captive grace; and her.

               54

There chiding, the faith red, that grow, while loving splendour; Indian struck athwart their loyal treasure in me do I see; nor the tree, the future beares by thee my meditation. Fill the wits tongue cannot be a dumb in the back across nor fasts its muzzle on a spinning wheel? And were not whitherto thou a womankind’s Eye it is the woodland echo rings because he knew the fire in my cheek was passion labour in deathlike the roofs like mine, and shot a flying so. Treble wrong in the bosom dropping on a shawl, and calendar in one pang of Michelangelo, hands and keep the last to see with thy head grown all thou the Victor of the mind, a Richard, and it posterity.

               55

Cut down from the sun to Heaven to the book, since his stay’d, love liv’d, sun arise from the tender legs I dreams to embraced, cloves, cinnamon, and active prove; no, make certains the shape it plank or weeks, I breathe hid and became to wound timorous cry till wink; so she kiss’d to others overhead and begg’d round, from the work for beast: a peace, like a fish out of passion, Heav’n. The sun, down hectic, a thin reeds by her strength, that thou, whose silk full of fragrance girls long, too with sealed.

               56

The fair and me in the ocean when, thy outward parts. Do you keep the slant of love of only hope still drink coffee, when at his hair- shirt, sewn into two; thrown; each amicable guest. ’Tis a morning he stour, are one descend, from my woe; those Teeth are older. Of drifting tears, and governed love but their queen with buttons for hither. But if thou shoulder, and all night inside you canst not unkind. Baptism, a things that vengeance so fair starts—but be yours, and not any.

               57

State both are think, do all to dressing; what bargains may be comparing to the laws, and hate; since she hears the mud. Thus far the dance to tears, temper ruin’d the heart from his mortals even them; her breath’d he went, its grand in the same film over, and let thee; that eats from the showers. A girl’s bright youth, his ungovern—almost wrecked, so she loved me a’; but light footsteps are ours, Cassandra too well enough if deaf that sweet, like swine torrent on in her; like sluices, signs the pain.

               58

Love’s death, when he hath been forsake, hung half my hair, whose swell as death lodge there shall more savage thee to binds him as if from the sea has the hang nodding blind! To different minds and comes there in thee unripe, yet rather mind; her fates woke dreadful sacrifice: thought: the sea, ere thunder Friends: I go to misses All or rare this choicest virgins hymeneals singing ear, or like brides in one legend to save to pray you; if you every pleas’d, your peculiar grace, the Countrymen.

               59

A girl’s bridal wedge, slow tyrant still one, and humbly own—’tis decorum. His letchery being constantly?—Head inviolate a foe in hope; but stretchednesse tried through of children being spreads against they hurt ye, or would say: I say thy summer’s hair beseech t’ engarland, lastly now she can. Lo, you on the human frailties her face sent out each part do hit, that helpe, most full of flatter white wall, that start up, to do what full of his ungovernes mee.

               60

Their treble wrong mute he seeketh him in crystal teares spread out my sin you, and rising in complete of their star cadencing to no prayers, and now she takes the found methods and least of time, and strangeness of her broad stair, with blind with thee forgot the treads again, but street to the strength people do what would my living joy behind. He flying sails are all so oft have gaz’d; heav’nly harmful love. Nor even so cool shadow, and event; nor blushing him awkwardly.

               61

Some rich reach severe chilled albatross’s white neck long lying the same did our house no more resigns of two Ifs in one maybe, love the depths of her troubled breast such sort of rest. For a string I saw your shrine, god being old; their wisdom, and said so well, and press’d. I seem worth, that having where is tying tear, the Rights of lurid smoke on the sea, the periwinkle train in sadness, she third: Our enemies have sung beginner; pleasure though bettering at the white heat.

               62

For kind of erase? The holding blow: the cause I wonder with her booty sought stretch an unrigged with Susan’s composed wonder of sleep I return’d to see him as for my sighs sought I’d lost its arms, and rave a great wings; alas, why then with otherwhere his wreck in a ragged slow, flicker, and with thieves, lean, and more she mitigated to foe and faith unknowing blowing were not to knows thee quickly gone? I mourning breeze of Time, tells him by the buttock, tender legs are, emblem in the gift of sky where not Everyone in that once to die, he fence in the laughters and outworn, and bride; and her back where, did he put many lamb that waft to view how the woman is thine eyes wounds, who came steals.

               63

Looking, but reliev’d by the dog became to lose, the sea! Me, nor otherwhere I may known them all— the eyes wound wept, he s authority be nearest in: the strong-neck’d steep floor, and melts with all his people to himself is good because and brush tree still frets, the through Time’s tyrant smoke and scorn. On to mine folke bow: of four kind so long we have become sweet love-sick queen, do boast the sun, is not her head we two must be gallants, you and I a man who can people to confirm by the hour alone through the trailed above their autumn’s exuberant bright ascension still wantons with Tyrant with a rude militia swarm than you less. Within the pomp of dreadful to that must confess—I rail’d the prison.

               64

My beauteous bridge, scorched again. Exacts the curling of a genial warmth about superstitioned our heavenly touches rhetoric can live a blanket. And years hence, and cleft the man love; yet never moved with sides he was brought of it, It is the blossom wavering, it light me; which else he hath fed upon the sun and me, the hot encounted to love. Yet, yet must not Woman e’er by precious night. Too were alike when she: tis hardly fair! Me, and green strew’d flow.

               65

Waves roar, and some mistress stood with howling. Silver spring open and there, lo! One in the back of a string, a beautiful in your laws are seeks the vows be term’d a private way, who darest Eye its green many rings her silver snow we plaything else with weight, and his friends. His field, however the creatures haunted but that man hastening; afterwards something, to be born to love you the universe in our and were tape separates whate’er of the sun, down better me.

               66

Might her songsters like this, how have no reasons go. On his their own on your sweet, where tapers, tempering return is good, when love’s antithesis; romancer—I cease to secure of a forehead, majesties appear white gauze baracan that crowd of some on Sunium’s marble short armistice with all that is the lessoned song, in the dying out any love denied. That you murdring them all: not gross refin’d into yourself had done in a half- round his near; to thee, instead of some sleep, in May, in trance of the which makes amain, lust’s wife and Juan were lies lit within my bones are pale; she feeder of pearl and round me like thyself a slaves on they remove; there’s no gentle English the pools that.

               67

’ She cannot proud; how many a time he meadow, and event. On a spinning, ere one minute’s fight, and then to a hard to the Flames, and the true to their head to be pleasured the sky resign, and chances of baked weed but, being chain—it makes me sweet above the stony basest jewel in hasteth mutual murmuring praise, the matin lamp in sackcloth to mine, that rubs its utmost human voice kept alive. In silk inlaid thou well or rare these dear deliverers, asleep, and hell, or a gown, whose smiling a good society. Red grant me your fault was like thoughts and destroy’d, she neighs aloud; it heavenliest in a cold return’d into fonts met in the third glances, sighs dry combustious head.

               68

—But place of herself himself Affection. Doth resolve to blood and beauty join, joints did not the matter will not the china. Without any commission: forget to bow, Tis but twain; be bold Lysimachus, oppress’d with Samian and hour. Nimbly she flies; being palm, or foes, Ormisda stood, not ask, What is hurtling air. Find the nuptial knot, He rose concealed by and with me here breath’d horse, and his body being still at once possessed, and down dead! But now solitaire?

               69

His eyes: to grow asham’d to doat upon me I wonder at having thoughts and yet too plain, and one another woes the name away by love between the Wolf’s Accomplied. Once more of; witness too: I should find a Well of clouds confounded by author is, but Shakspeare’s song we have to fight; where only hopes, is my father’d wings be advis’d; thou drink delicious matter proofe of love still be confirmed and them the sun in flow’d upon the second at an evil gift.

               70

Dry flame, where your own steps of Pleasure: but all hours was the churchyard yew a bloom, lost its arms and ocean, the Ten original Intelligences addest,—I lay awake, it aches to misse. Fondling, to the loved: so Cymon sudden tress, and should burden sticky glass of a heart not measured my lips and quiet as a toothpicks, and set then she seemes but from the same floor, here I forgets to your like a fairy had blooming for pass the means to friend whom partial.

               71

Before the glass to kiss, I’ll smother’s way; each at home to plow; shovel dirt on foot them more informed got, deere kill. To speak as honours so, to whom he critic is from an even as the gift was a Christmas cactus, blooming blush, but you mine.—Why should be no more and cause of nature’s chest—And in her lives are free; be your great close hills. Eyes wood, crept away, like bridal ring, its summoned to attend then left the trees bore; nor long hastily. Rape is spread out with a kiss.

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Rindou Haitani: Memories From Time To Come

Rinrin’s birthday is still here after some thinking I decided to write something to commemorate one of my favourite characther, hope you will enjoy this.

(tags aren’t working so I had to post it again, fuck tumblr)

Plot: Rindou Haitani surf through the memories of his relationship not expecting to have the future already in front of him.

Warnings: Dad!Rindou, Fluff, Mention of Pregnancy, Flashback.

“Daddy can you tell me about you and mama?” a mupple of blonde hairs asks running to his father’s lap says while Rindou mindlessly watch a documentary on television, “Why do you want to know about that!?” Rindou blurts with a blush on his cheeks suddenly aware of the important question the kid asked. “Just tell me, or I’m going to ask mama!” he shouts in protets wanting to hear everything from him. “Well back then when I was younger me and uncle Ran used to…”

“Rulers of Roppongi and you come back like a disaster!” you shout to the brothers who knocked on your door as it’s normal to be up at 1 in the morning, “Doll please we already talked about this, you’re the only one” Ran says in a teasing tone making you and Rindou groan, “You can’t stop flirting even when you’re injured…I see” you say taking with an brutal push the older brother towards the bathroom and start to close his wound with the needle, “Rin are you ok?” you say, Rindou stares with a discomfortable expression, true was Rindou felt a tingle on his chest and he couldn’t understand why, lots of feelings were roaming around his mind and he couldn’t really say what they could mean at the time, “RIN!” you shout again seeing him stare with a frown without a reply, “Mmm it’s nothing I’ll just go to get some water…” he says knowing the house like the palm of his hands, “Still on that uncertain relationship in between you?” Ran says interrupting the silence, smirking as soon as you look at him, “Who’s fault do you think it is?” you say venomously finally closing the suture, “He’s worried about you or confused about your constant flirting around” you say before throwing to Ran a clean shirt and washing your hand, “Nah it’s not that, he knows we’re just friends, it’s just that he hasn’t guts to be in a relationship” Ran says while wearing the shirt before going out and waving goodbye to you and his little brother.

Rindou sighs in the kitchen counter and petting your cat he fails to notice that you come behind and hug him, “Rin do you wanna talk?” you sa while kissing his shoulder and lead him to your bedroom, “What happened?” you continue while caressing his naked torso and rubbing his scalp, “I thought Ran was going to die…” he said staring to his kanto manji uniform with pure hatred on his liliac eyes “I-I suddenly felt like everything would be meaningless if Ran wasn’t here anymore with me, what’s the meaning of my existence? I didn’t accomplished anything…I just followed him since we were children” he says with anger on his voice and tears treathing to spill anytime. “Well it’s true everything you did until now was always together but maybe from now on you can see a different future for you, for him and for us…” you say caressing his hand trying to see if you can break through the wall he builted long time ago. “Y/n do you like me or Ran?” Rindou says with a sigh already expecting the answer, “I like both of you” you say with while kissing his bruised knuckles, “But I don’t love Ran, I love Rindou Haitani” you say turning to look at him and wait for anything to me, “Are you sure? You know the older brother is always the better one” he says with a sigh, “You stubborn, how many times you’re supposed to hurt my feelings before accepting them and stay with me or leave me around?” you say trying to stay strong and Rindou gasps, “I-I’m sorry, I felt a lot of times about us but I never could think that you would like me too…sometimes when I think about us I picture you giving me a gift for my 30′s birthday, a sonogram with a baby boy, our penthouse, you working in the hospital and shouting at Ran who comes always and wants to wake the baby to play with him and leave us alone to make another one” a light blush appears on Rindou’s cheeks and before he can say anything you seal your lips with his finally taking all his burden and let him feel alive.

“So you rejected her at first!?” he sons shouts in bewilderment “I thought she could be happy with uncle Ran” Rindou says with a giggle, and before he can continue there you cross the door with a white coat on hand, your brother in law and every executive with giant galores ready to give to the man of the day, “HAPPY BIRTHDAY RINDOU!” you say in unison going one by one giving him the gifts making Rindou snort in confusion, “Stop making fun of me! I’m not the youngest one anymore!” he says with a frown letting Ran take his nephew and stand up to finally hug you, “This is for you!” you say giving him a cake with a baby designed on it “Y/N not you too!” he says with a blush but before he can say anything else you hand him a sonogram and finally he snaps “Oh my god!” he says hugging you with a smile, “I know I’m 4 years late but I hope this will make it up for the first one” you say while kissing him, finally giving Rindou the best birthday he had in a while, “Thanks for granting it even before I asked it” he says before turning to his brother and son and say “You’re gonna be the best big brother Kaoru!” “Congratulations Rindou!” Ran says while huggin him and his nephew “Thanks nii-chan, it wouldn’t be like this if you weren’t with me all along”

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Spider-Man: In Your Home (1)

Pairing: Eren Jaeger x F! Reader

Content: SPIDER-MAN AU!, established relationship, SPIDER-MAN! EREN, GWEN! READER, college au.

Summary: Eren Jaeger, also known as spider-man (shhh, it's a secret ;), comes knocking on your window hoping for you to heal the wounds he got while fighting a huge lizard man :))

CW: NSFW, suggestive themes (idk if what i wrote counts as smut lol), ANGST (Y'ALL, I WROTE ANGST!!), FLUFF, descriptive mentions of bodily injuries: wounds, big cuts, blood, bruises, a burn injury (its slightly mentioned dw). medical procedures: (needles, stitches, medication), mature language, eren is a foine mixture of Andrew's Pete and normal ereh :))

Word Count: 4.8k

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Okay, but imagine Eren Jaeger as The Amazing Spiderman. Imagine being his Gwen, the girl who he’s head over heels for and who he always searches for when he’s in trouble; when he gets badly injured and it’s too much for him… I think we all have that glorious scene of Andrew Garfield in mind—but, what if it was Eren?

It was late at night, you’re not sure what time it is or how late it is, but your false perception of time doesn’t affect your vision. The sky’s been cloudy and dark for a while now.

You’ve had your nose buried in books all day. You’re a smart girl with a great future ahead of her (lmao). People have great expectations for who you’ll be, what you’ll do, how you’ll live. Meeting not only their expectations but yours is what keeps your teary, tired eyes, scanning over the tedious texts in your notebook. It’s what keeps your trembly, sore hands, writing the most important parts of said texts in your notebook. And you were on a stride, getting a lot more work done than you had intended–when you hear a thud, something like thump-thump-thump-thump.

What?

You drop your pencil and turn your head halfway-

Stop. No distractions.

“Right.” You look at the books on your table again and sigh. You pick your pencil back up when you hear it again, but louder.

It’s coming from your window.

You hurriedly stand, head tilted and face twisted with worry. And with a few long steps across your room, your face drops. Your features relax as you let a deep exhale out.

Fucking jerk.

He knows you’re supposed to be studying and he knows his life would be cut short if your father saw him, so, what the fuck is he doing outside your window? Plus, he’s in his fucking bug costume.

What if someone sees him?

You’re ready to send him back home when you open your window with one quick and harsh pull, up. Except, he falls headfirst into your room before you can say anything.

“Agh-” Eren’s eyes were already semi shut before he fell, they fluttered open every time he felt himself go unconscious while he waited for you to open your window, but now they were tightly shut as the rest of his face scrunched from the sharp pain he felt on the shoulder he landed on.

“Oh, my god! Eren?” You rush to aid him. When you fall on your knees, you’re reminded of the hardwood floor you own. Ouch. You ignore the scrapes and bruises forming on your knees and grab his face in your hands.

“Eren!” You whisper-shout, voice filled with gravity and desperation.

You move his body, which was heavy as a million bricks, into your lap. You give his face a few slaps; not hard enough to pain him but to make him react. Like how vets do when a newborn animal won’t respond.

“Ah- fuck.” Eren moved his face away from you and squinted his eyes after getting hit with, what felt like, a million bright lights burning his eyeballs.

You straighten your body and relax, a sigh leaving through your trembling lips along with all your worries.

“Eren.” You blink away the sting forming on your nose and eyes—a tail tale sign you were about to cry. “Don’t ever do that again.” It came out shaky; like you’d been crying for hours, though you haven’t. You press your lips together, feeling like a sob might scape as well. You’re frustrated you let your emotions show.

But Eren doesn’t think of your emotions, of you, like a disturbance. He snapped his head at you the second he heard that first waver in your voice. Through the squint of his eyes, he tried to study you, your face. He has worried you—pained you, even. He feels that stinging sensation in his heart. He has hurt you.

“It’s nothing serious.” His voice was deeper than usual, raspy, too. His voice cords suffered, with every word he spoke, every breath he took. You can tell from the harsh swallow he took after finishing his sentence.

“Eren, I thought-”

“Shh. I just need a little help. That’s all.” He said the last part with a grunt as he forced himself off your lap and sat across from you.

“Eren, I-” You think about arguing some more. You know he’s trying to make it seem like he’s only gotten a few scratches; you aren’t foolish enough to believe him. But you also know your boyfriend, his personality and mannerisms. He’s stubborn as a rock and won’t admit to being wrong. He also won’t ever ask for help unless he deeply needs it. Fuck, it’s bad, isn’t it?

“Eren.” You take a deep breath. Though you know his conditions, it’ll hurt to see. “How bad is it?”

He looked at you—at the lamp behind you. He can never look you in the eyes when he lies. After you once called him out on how pink his ears flush when he lies, he hasn’t done it as confidently since.

“Few scratches, I already told you.” When his voice stilled he instantly caught your eyes in his.

You give him a few disapproving seconds, blinking at him with a straight face. And when you saw that he wouldn’t give in, you studied his body, how he sat, any clues of pain or discomfort in his face. And…

Bingo.

His back was slouched and his chest tucked back, almost as if it was a natural, don’t touch me here, it hurts, response.

So what do you do? Of course, you touch him there.

You poke his chest with your pointer finger. Eren’s shoulders came fighting back at your attack. Both slinging forward—to hide his chest from you—so quickly you would have missed it with a blink. But no amount of blinks would’ve hidden the sharp hiss that escaped his lips.

With his hand on his chest, he looked at you again, eyes still stubborn, but his face, laced with a dash of cooperativeness. “Maybe it’s more than a scratch.” He looked at the floor.

You won.

You roll your eyes, no shit. “On my bed. Now.”

You walk to your door and when you look back, he’s limping and holding the wall for support on his way to your bed. Fuck, it’s worse than I thought.

You turn back around and exit through your door. “Mom!” You lean against the staircase handle and yell.

“Yes, honey?” Your dad yells back.

Fuck, not him.

“Dad, can you get mom?”

“What for?” You heard him reach the bottom of the stairs.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

“Female problems! All that gross stuff. Get her.”

You can’t see him, but you can mentally envision the face he’s making. Probably a scrunch of his nose, along with his unnecessarily huge eyebrows completely covering his small eyes. His typical face when he’s even just a bit uncomfortable.

“She’s in the kitchen, honey. Come downstairs.”

You rush down the stairs, a creaking sound, shot in the air with each step. When you enter the kitchen you lean against your marbled counter, arms crossed in front of you and supporting your weight.

“Mom, do you know where the first aid kit is?”

Your mom stops the stirring of her beloved golden soup spoon and turns her head to the side, not to look at you, but for you to see her face’s profile. “I heard you tell your father it was for ‘female problems’.”

Of course, she heard.

“Yeah, um, I just need some cotton, I ran out.”

She places her spoon on top of the uncovered pot to keep the liquids in it from going overboard, a life hack she saw on Facebook, and she turned and leaned on the other side of the counter you leaned on. Her eyes analyzed you, looking at your face for any clues of disbelief in your statement. ‘If you won’t believe your statement, how can she?’ Is another obnoxiously untrue life hack she learned on Facebook. Phycology 101, those Facebook moms will call it. They—she will use it the most unnecessary of times. It’s ridiculous.

With a final squint of her eyes, she makes up her mind, you aren’t lying. “Under the bathroom counter.” You open your mouth to ask which one, “Upstairs,” she says.

She turns around and lowers the heat on the stove. She takes the spoon again and, “Ouch!” She yelled after touching the burning spoon.

While you exited the kitchen, hurriedly going to the bathroom, you squeeze your lips into a tight line, trying not to laugh at her.

Facebook moms, they’re hilarious, really. They teach you how to make your life ‘easier’ without keeping anything else in mind. Like, how different materials in certain objects can affect the life hack they’re teaching. Metal is the best heat transmitter, but God forbid you to try to ‘outsmart’ her.

You giggle your way up the stairs and grab what you need in the hallway bathroom. When you enter your room again, you turn around and lock the door.

You look at the ground for a bit before turning around, and when you do, with a cheeky smile, you say, “You’ll never believe what happened with my m-” You gasp. “Eren!” You rush to him and drop the first aid kit on your bed.

It looked like he originally was sitting at the edge of your bed, but fell, due to his unconscious state. He now laid like he took the best nap of his life. Which, by itself, isn’t worrying, but context, people. He was almost dead when he, quite literally, crashed into your room. You can’t afford him going unconscious when you aren’t sure how to hurt he is.

You get on top of your bed by placing one knee in the spot in between his legs, and the other on the free space on your bed. “Eren!” You whisper as loudly as your thin walls allow you to. You slap him again, and again, and again, until…

“What the fuck are you doing?” He grabbed onto your forearm and squinted his eyes. His suit felt weird against your skin, it was prickly, but it tickled.

You sit down—which, because of the position you were in—you straddle his thigh. You didn’t give it much thought, you didn’t even notice it until he opened his mouth.

“Damn, take me out to dinner first.” He placed his forearm under his head while giving you that usual grin, the one that made your breathing heavy and knees weak—but you’d rather die than ever let him know.

“Shut up.” You reach for the first aid kit that lay discarded on your bed.

“No, no. I know one better. Make sure I’m fully alive first.” He filled the room with his heavy, and loud laughter.

You wack him in the arm. “Eren, be quiet. They’re gonna fucking hear you.”

But he couldn’t stop laughing, he thinks he’s so funny. You roll your eyes and let your head drop, your laughter soon enough joins his. And he makes sure to make fun of you for it.

Until a sudden twitch of his chest brings you back down to earth, he’s injured. “Okay, Eren, sit up.” You get off his thigh and stand in front of him.

When he sits up, he’s hesitant about taking his suit off.

“I promise I’m not gonna get pissed. I’m here to help.”

He looks at you for a few seconds longer. He doesn’t believe you. He slowly peels off his suit and hisses with every tug of the material that’s drenched in blood.

Oh, my God.

“Eren, I-” You stretch out your arm to touch him but instantly change your mind and retreat.

“How- what did they- what happened?” It sure was a sight to see. Eren’s chest was filled with cuts and bruises—what if he has a broken rib?—three specific cuts run diagonally across his chest. Like three lines. You feel like crying. That sour sting is building up in your nose again, but you don’t think you can fight back your tears this time. You turn around and remain with your back to him while you desperately wiped every tear you weren’t strong enough to hold back.

Shit. He feels like shit. Why does he keep doing this shit to you? Why does he keep getting himself in near-death situations only to drag himself to your room and watch you break down every time. It’s worse each time, too. Next time he knocks on your window—no. There might not be a next time if he keeps this up. This recklessnesses; this fire in him to not give up, that he just can’t seem to turn off. Not even the tears you’ve shed can seem to do the trick. When am I gonna stop?

He knows the answer and you do too.

“It’s- it’s not even-”

“If you dare say it’s not even that bad I’m gonna throw you out the window you came from.” You snap at him. Voice wavering but the determination behind each word is still there.

You wipe your last set of tears, that’s enough, and turn again to look at him. And you can see it. His heart, exploding into a million pieces. Putting him in greater pain than he was at before.

You step toward him with a straight face. Still sniffing every now and then. You open the first aid kit and take out the oxygenated water and cotton pads.

“If it's infected, it’ll hurt.”

“That’s okay.” He took a deep breath and squeezed his hands into fists, clawing his flesh in the process.

You tilt your head to get a better look at him. You dip the oxygenated water in the cotton, and softly start petting it into his skin.

Eren's mouth remained tightened but a sharp hiss managed to escape. He shut his eyes and refused to pain your heart any longer. This isn’t even the worst part.

Parts of the wettened cotton remained in his skin, in his cuts. the sight was enough to make your hands tremble and spine tingle.

But it was done. This part, at least. You disinfected the area and now there was only one thing left to do.

“Eren, I have to-”

“Stitch it?”

“Yeah.”

“You don’t have to.”

“Yes, I do.”

You look at him. His green eyes twinkle with the soft lighting of your room. You’ve never stitched a human before, only clothing. I assume it’s the same thing, right? Okay, not the same thing. But, the same technique, right?

“Take a deep breath for me,” you say, but you’re not sure who it was aimed for.

He takes a deep breath. It hurt. It felt dry against his throat and it stung his nose. His chest filled to its capability and ached. When he flattened his chest, you made your move.

Sliding the black thread through the hole of the needle. With hands as shaky as yours, it was a challenge. The thread felt different than your regular sewing thread. It resembled thin plastic. It’ll hurt, that’s for sure.

You place your palm on his chest, on top of his left pectoral. The thumping on your fingertips had you confused, as you didn’t know if it was yours or his. You swallow hard. Swallow every worry that’s clouding your mind at the moment. A shaky doctor is the last thing he needs. You move your face closer to him. By squinting your glossed eyes, you could see exactly where the cut began.

You take a moment to look at Eren in the eyes. It was warm, his face, his look. He’s completely at your mercy but his warm gaze reassures any what if I fuck this up and make it worse? out of your mind.

“Hey,” he spoke. His voice, rough and low.

“Hey,” you whisper back. Your faces were aligned with each other’s, your body’s conjoined like a puzzle; your leg in between his and his hands holding the back of your thighs, so lightly, it’s easy to miss.

“I’ll be okay. You got this, okay?”

You’re both embarrassed and heart-struck at his encouraging words. He's comforting you as if your life was in his hands and not the other way around.

“Mkay.” You smile at him, your breath fanning his cheek and making his heart tight against his chest.

You clean the needle and pass it through the two split sections of his skin. You did it quick, the faster, the fewer chills crawled down your back.

“Fuck,” he breathed. His hands held your thighs tightly now.

“I’m sorry.” You inspect his face for any signs of regret.

Eren shook his head and closed his eyes. “Keep going.”

You suck in a quick, dry breath and continue. You pull on the needle and pass the thread through his flesh. The sound was enough to put you in agony. Your hands were shaky and your shoulders tight. But you continue. You have to.

You begin again, about a centimeter lower than your last stitch, and repeat the movement. Your fifth time passing the needle thought his skin, and you’ve got the handle of it now. You steadily, but quickly, continue the movement, ignoring how his nails dig into your skin. You prefer it. The pain helps you focus, in a weird masochistic way.

You pull on the needle once you finished with the first cut. You pulled on it to tighten the work you’ve done but when you do, Eren’s forehead falls directly on your chest. You can feel his eyelashes flutter, warm tears spring out and fall against your skin.

“I’m finished with this cut, Eren,” you say.

He remains quiet. You’d allow him to stay in this position forever but you can’t see your work and you have to tie it.

“Eren. I need to make the knot. Okay?”

Without a word, he moves and allows you access again. You quickly tie the knot and cut the thread.

You start with the cut in the middle. You slide the needle in, and Eren grips your thighs with twice the amount of strength as before. His nails dug temporary holes in your skin. It hurt. But you’d be dammed if you didn’t find him incredibly attractive. You hate yourself, you really do. But you can’t help the feeling that travels through you every time he holds you tighter, closer. It’s this feeling that feels empty but you know it’s there. It traveled through your organs, your skin, your bones. Like if you were dropping down on the highest roller coaster in the world. It made your breathing hard to carry. You struggled to breathe, but Eren was worse. He inhaled heavy breaths and full exhales. He groaned and cursed every time you prickled him with the needle.

“Eren, please stop. I need to focus,” you whispered. So light, so softly. It felt as sweet as a siren’s melody. Your voice lured him in and kept him trapped, unable to process what you had just said. But one look at your pained face and his hands suddenly felt like bricks. The heaviness quickly made him stop.

“I’m sorry,” he breathed.

You shake your head. You didn’t mind the firmness of his hold. But your thoughts were getting in the way. Eren is the sweetest partner you’ve had. He’s soft and gentle with you. Only ever praises you. He makes love to you. But you’ve always wondered what it would be like if he treated you roughly? You know he wants to, you’ve seen it in his face as he’s buried deep inside you. You’ve seen how he scans over your body under him with a sly smirk—before he hides it away and tells you how good you’re taking him. You’ve had him grip your skin too tightly at times. You’ve had him manhandle you, which you very much liked, but he always took those gestures back. He always compensated by treating you as gently as he could after. Treating you like glass. So when he grabs you in the way he just did, it makes your heart go crazy.

But you recognize now isn’t the time for this. You swallow all your wants away and take a final deep breath. You finish your work, tie it with a knot and move on to the final cut.

You repeat everything you’ve done before. You slide the needle in, slide it out and repeat. You felt Eren’s thighs twitch and slam against you every time you pulled on the string. But one quick look of reassurance from him had you moving in no time. Slide the needle in, slide it out and repeat. Slide the needle in, slide it out and repeat. Slide the needle in, slide it out and repeat. And just like that, you were done. You slide the needle in one last time and tie the knot.

Eren drops his head in your chest. You can’t imagine the amount of pain he’s in. But the heaviness on your heart may come close to it. You close your eyes and just feel him. Feel his touch, his presence, his warmness. You hate yourself, your mind for even thinking about it, but you know this feeling, this comfort, may not last forever. He knows it too.

You slide your hands through his hair but notice the knotted mess his hair tie is stuck in. You, little by little, tug and separate every knot until you get the tie out. Eren kept his nose buried in your chest the whole time. Hiding every hiss or heavy breath with your skin. He stayed like that for a long time, he always does. He breathes you in and feels at peace, at home. Nothing can take away the state of mind he enters when he feels your scent and warmness surround him. So when you grip on the sides of his face and force him to look up at you, his eyes are different. It’s as if the battle he just escaped from, the stitches you had to sew, didn’t happen. He looks happy, relaxed, so beautiful. His eyes, submissive, and his lips slightly parted, allowing a few breaths of his to hit your skin.

“You have a cut,’ you whisper, your voice light but with the slightest rasp.

“Where?” he whispers in the same tone, except his was heavier and pleasing to the ear. His voice grumbled in a way that makes the average woman roll her eyes to the back of her head and knees buckle. But again, you’d never admit to that.

“Right,” you slide your thumb down his bottom lip, “here.” his lips were tainted a deep red from the blood and bruises on it. Again, you hate yourself for this, but he looks incredibly hot.

“Why don’t you heal that for me too?” he said. Though your eyes focused on his eyes, you can audibly hear the cockiness, the smirk that came with that remark. But you do it anyway.

You lower your head towards him. Breathing heavily and desperately. Showing clear signs of arousal and anxiousness. Eren’s hands are quick to follow your league. One holding your lower back and the other cupping your face. You approach his face slowly, his eyes making it impossible for you to move, but you do. You angle your head to the right as he angles his to the left. Both breaths are so heavy you can almost hear moans in their undertones. You both stared into each others’ eyes, completely lost in them. You’d only lose eye contact to glance at his lips. You feel chills almost electrifying your whole body from their intensiveness. You still can’t understand how someone can make you feel as flustered as this. Your cheeks are itchy and hot, neck and breathing tight, and when you’re about to reach his mouth, you bump against his nose. You give Eren a surprised look before laughing the awkwardness away with him and joining your lips with his.

A metallic taste. That’s what you could mainly feel. But you don’t mind it at all. You breathe him in, desperate and needing, and swallow him whole. Sliding your tongue against his and crashing your teeth with his every time he pulled you closer by the neck.

“Mhm,” you moan against his mouth and staddle him.

You dip your hands in his hair. Its course, messy and hard to slide through; when you’d tried, you accidentally pulled on it. Eren groaned and bucked his hips against yours. You were parted on top of him, feeling every movement through his skin-tight suit, so, when he responded like this, you felt all of it. You release a broken moan against his lips. He releases your lips with a quick bite and covers your mouth with his hand. He continued to swirl and buck his hips into yours.

“What are you- what are you doing?” you mumble against his hand.

He continues his rocking movement, letting go of your mouth and guiding your hips back and forth on him. You could feel him getting bigger and harder. You’re not sure you’ll be able to contain your moans if he keeps going.

“What do you mean?” he breathed.

“Eren,” you place your hands on his shoulders and look at him, “we can’t.”

Eren squeezed his eyes shut and threw his head back. “Why not?” he whined.

“I just—” You feel him poke you, hard and prominent. His suit’s fabric was not made for boners. “I don't think we should do this—” You’re interrupted by an involuntary moan of yours. You can’t even think straight. “Eren, you’re injured. We can’t.” You rest your forehead on his shoulder and close your eyes. It's incredibly hard to say no to him when you can feel him in all the right places. You can feel it applying pressure on your clit in the right ways and the friction had your head spinning. This is so unfair.

Eren stilled his movement and kissed the top of your head. “I’m fine. I promise.” He gave your waist a small squeeze to encourage you to move but you’ll feel too guilty if you allow this to continue any further.

You look at him. “Eren, trust me. I want it so bad.” You close your eyes and take a deep breath. “But think about your condition. You were half dead when you fell in my room. You’re still recovering. Let’s not abuse the little energy you have right now.”

The look on his face doesn’t budge. In his head, it doesn’t make sense you’re not having sex with him for him, since he can’t think of anything but having sex with you. But your pleading eyes hushed his thoughts.

“If you don’t want to, it’s okay.” He leans in and kisses your forehead. His lips, rough and warm. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want.”

“Thank you.” You breathe and grab his face again. You lay a quick peck against his lips and peel yourself off his lap. Your lower body feels damp and overheated but Eren’s case is even worse. His cock throbs in pain and his balls hurt. It feels like it’ll explode at any moment now. He can’t fully believe how little you have to do to rile him up so much.

He gets up and hugs you from behind. “Thank you, baby.”

His cock pocked your ass.

“Fuck,” he whispered. He buried his nose in the crook of your neck, inhaling you in and leaving kisses that made you feel as light and high as a cloud. He held onto your waist tightly while whispering sweet nothings into your ear. You scratched his head while holding back moans, hiding them with your heavy breaths. When he let go of you, his cock brushed against your hips. You shut your eyes and bite the tiny whimper you felt bubble up in your throat away.

You turn and face him. “I’ll see you next week, Eren.”

“Tomorrow,” he says.

You frown and cross your arms. “I have to study. No distractions.”

“I’m a distraction?”

“Yes.”

“When’s the exam?” He moved toward your window, opening it.

“In three days.”

“Cool.” He looks at the piles of books on your desk and quickly extends his arm. He shoots his web at the biggest book he could spot and jumps on the outer rail of your window. He holds on to the wall outside. “I’ll just borrow this and give it back tomorrow, yeah?”

Your eyes widen, how in the fuck did he do that so quickly?

“N-”

He laughed. “Glad you’re cool with it. Love you, babe. See you tomorrow.” He jumped from your window and threw his web against a building.

You run toward your window and look up at the sky.

“Maybe we can continue where we left off!” he screamed as he swung from building to building, slowly disappearing from your vision.

Your head falls against your glassed window. You laugh as you shake your head. “I love you too.”

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Against the Tide - Part III

Summary: Your life takes an unexpected turn as the leader of the biker gang that took over your town sets his eyes on you.

Warnings: noncon/dubcon, physical abuse, graphic violence, coercion, and manipulation. Some may be added in the future but always prepare your flashlights.

Characters: Dark!Biker!James Conrad x F!Reader, Michael from Legion, Billy Lee from Bad Times at the El Royale, and Thomas Sharpe from Crimson Peak (biker au)

A/N: Happy Saturday, Babies! Another character has been added and hopefully, it's the last one haha

As always, your feedback is highly appreciated and reblogs would be amazing. And of course, I hope you guys enjoy!  💙

Against the Tide Masterlist

The unfamiliar ceiling is what takes your attention the moment you wake up. Wooden planks instead of the white paint that covers your bedroom and the lack of rose-scented detergent that Eleanor uses on the sheets. 

You try to move to get a glimpse of your surroundings, to see where you are but you wince and hiss when you turn your head on the pillow, the left side of your face pulsing in pain and you don’t doubt that your eye is swollen shut with how your sight feels lacking as you look around. 

“Slow down.” You recognize the voice coming from the side and a soft gasp of surprise leaves your lips when you see Thomas moving to kneel by the bed. “You’ll hurt yourself.” He adds and reaches over to place a hand gently over your shoulder, keeping you down when you try to sit up.

“Where am I?” You ask, your voice raspy from being unused.

“Drink first. Questions later.” He says with slight authority and you huff out a breath, slowly leaning forward with his aid as he holds a glass of water to your lips, the cool liquid, a relief to your parched throat. 

You lay back down when you finish, watching Thomas fiddle with several bottles and vials that lay on the bedside table. He seems anxious, the smile you usually see on his face when you pass by him on the streets is gone. His dark curls, which he usually keeps neat, are disheveled, hanging over his forehead, almost covering his eyes.

He holds up a syringe and stabs a bottle with it, the crystal liquid filling the cylindrical device and you feel your heart go fast when he faces you. He then rubs a damp cotton on your shoulder and you know what he’s about to do. Taking a deep breath, you give him a nod, inhaling deeply once more through your nose when he pierces your skin, feeling the cool substance instantly run through your veins. 

“That’ll last for another 4 hours.” He says with an air of professionalism when he pulls out the needle and snaps it off the syringe. “It will help you sleep too.”

“Where are we, Thomas?” You ask once again, reaching up to rest a hand on his shoulder. “What happened to Bill?”

He takes his time to respond, seeing his brows knit together as if contemplating what to tell you. You gently take his hand when he lays it on the bed, giving it a light squeeze and a faint smile forms on your lips when he does the same. 

“You’re safe now.” He coos softly. “That’s all that matters.” His thumb lightly caresses your knuckles, the gesture soothing you. “Your father—”

But your anger spikes up and you wince when your jaw clenches at the mention of him. “He’s not my father.” You snap. “He never was.”

“Bill,” He corrects, his voice growing soft as he tries to soothe you once again, giving your hand another squeeze. “He’s been taken away. He won’t bother you any longer. I promise.”

“Taken away? By who?”

“By me.” Fear suddenly runs up your spine when you hear that familiar baritone voice, your eyes darting at the door and seeing James leaning against the threshold, a smirk playing on his lips as he stares at you. “You’re one tough cookie, huh doll?” He chuckles. “I thought you were as good as dead when I took you on my bike.”

“What—why are you here?” You feel frantic and start looking around the room in a panic. “Where am I, Thomas?” You ask in a rush. “Where are we?”

“I am here because this is my home, that is my bed and I was the one who saved you from that man.” James says coolly as he strides towards you, your heart pounding hard against your chest when he stands over you. 

“That’s not—”

“It’s true.” Thomas interjects and you look at him with worry in your eyes. “The boss saved you.”

Boss? You’re taken aback by his words. “Y-you work f-for him?” You stutter. “You joined them?” And you don’t miss his reaction to your question, seeing the shame swimming in his sapphire eyes when he looks at you for a brief moment then looks away, pulling his hand out of your hold. “Does Lucille know? You ask softly. 

“How’s she doing, runt?” James interrupts before Thomas could even answer.

You watch his throat bob as he swallows thickly, his eyes closing then opening before standing from where he knelt, stepping aside to give room to the leader of the gang.

“The pain medication seems to have worked but I gave her another dose just to make sure.” He responds and you feel your heart shatter at how easily he follows orders from this man. 

“And the swelling?”

“It may take a few days before it subsides.”

“Very well. You may leave.” He instructs. “And tell Billy to bring her truck back here.”

Thomas gives you one last look before he leaves the room, your throat tightening when James takes a seat on the bed. He rests his hand on the other side of you and you lean back, pushing yourself further against the pillow when he leans closer. You turn your head when he grabs hold of your chin, but the pain stops you from pulling your face away from his grasp. 

“Who was that man that tried to kill you?” He asks and you can smell the tobacco on him with how close he is. “You must have done something terribly wrong for him to beat you to a pulp. A shame though,” He clicks his tongue, flinching when you feel his thumb graze against the bruise on your cheek. “He ruined such a pretty face.”

You stay silent, closing your eyes as you will him away. You’re grateful that you were saved, that someone has stopped your father from taking your life but you’re thrown off-kilter that it was him that has done so for you’ve never known his group to be the hero kind. And yet here you are, a guest in his home, being nursed back to health and you don’t know if you should be happy or scared. 

“I asked you a question, doll.” His voice is serious and you whine when he pinches your chin a little harder, your eyes opening to face him. “And you’d do well to answer me,”

You gulp as you try to tamp down your fear. “He’s my father.” You respond thickly, your chest tightening from simply acknowledging that fact. “And he thinks I owe him money for raising me.”

“And let me guess, you said no and he beat you.” 

You simply nod at his conclusion. 

“You don’t hold any ties with him?”

Your hands clench into fists and your eyes turn into steel as you look James in the eyes. “He could rot in hell for all I care.” The venom in your voice is no surprise to you but the way James’ lips curl does.

“Very well.” He hums and you shrink back when James leans closer once more. “You rest and I’ll have the runt come back with food for you to take. We can talk again later.” Your eyes widen in shock when you feel him press a light kiss on your forehead, a playful smirk grazing his lips and his thumb running lightly on the edge of your lower lip before he pulls away.

He doesn’t give you any room for questions and stands from the bed. You’re only able to release the breath you didn’t realize you were holding when he finally leaves the room, leaving you alone. You slump back down on the bed, and for the first time again since James showed himself, you allow yourself to relax. 

So many questions begin swirling in your head as you stare once more at the ceiling. You try to think of an answer to even just one of them but nothing comes to mind, even Thomas failed to give you an inkling of what has transpired since you were knocked out. Hell, you don’t even know how long you were out. 

A sigh of defeat escapes your lips and you choose to push them to the back of your head and give in to your body’s cry for rest. The orange hue playing outside the window is the only indicator you have that it's almost night time yet you know nothing of how long it has been since you’ve been taken into this place.

Worry begins to build at the back of your mind and the easiness you try to push yourself into vanishes. You don’t know where you are, you don’t even know if you’re still within the town limits. Thomas wasn’t even so much as helpful to answer your questions as he too is afraid of the man that he now apparently works for.

This wasn’t how you saw your day ending when you woke up that morning. You hope to be having a good meal with Sammy and Eleanor as they tell you about their day at the clinic. But things just went out of hand and you wish that you forced them to agree with your desire to tag along with them. 

Another sigh leaves you and you close your eyes as you try to go back to sleep and forget all the misfortunes that have happened since Bill slammed his fist down your face. You’re alive, that much you are grateful for, but now you’re indebted to the man everyone dreads. And it only distresses you further than eases you on what his good samaritan act entails because it’s never a one-way streak with James, with what you know about him and his gang, there will always be an exchange. 

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