#sasha really takes other people's plans and goes 'our plans <3' haha

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Sugar, Sugar 15

[FIFTEEN/END]

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Warnings: non-consent sex and rape, violence, mean sugary Steve

This is a dark! sugar daddy! Steve fic. Obvious AU so please keep that in mind. :) That being said, it will be an explicit fic (18+) with noncon. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

(This chapter: violence, threats, fear  :O)

Series Summary: The reader is struggling in the big city but find opportunity before her. Will she take it?

This Chapter: The wedding day approaches but not everything goes to plan.

Author Notes: So this is another series wrapped up after a grueling two years, haha. Sorry y’all.

Please let me know what you think, like and reblog <3 love ya

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The floor length mirror was trimmed with twisted gold. You stared at your reflection as your shaky hands pressed against the front of the ivory dress. The cut hid the small bump but you could not forget it. Ever since you confessed, it all happened so fast; the wedding was pushed up, the dress tailored and expedited, and invitations sent out in a rush.

It all felt surreal. The day had come but you just couldn’t accept it. How could you go through those doors and smile through it all?

You closed your eyes and let your breath out. They would knock when it was your time. Your father would be waiting to walk you down the aisle. The guests waited eagerly for the most talked about ceremony in the city. And you still felt like just a footnote in your own wedding.

You moved away from the mirror and sat unsteadily, gripping the arms of the cushioned chair, careful not to catch your veil under you. That night you told him, that was the final straw. But you didn’t forget what Sasha said. You took a picture of the broken door and wrote down the entire scene. You sent it to yourself in an email as proof.

That wasn’t the last time. You recorded Steve one day when he came in as you were texting your sister about the new date. You hadn’t answered his last message about your first appointment with the doctor. He was livid and you sat and listened to him rant as the red dots pulsed. You wrote down every instance, every time he made you appease him, every terrifying word.

Then there were the police reports. Nothing more than words in a filing cabinet but the night he choked you was just the beginning. He threatened to break your finger when you took your ring off because your hands were swelling. Then he broke your laptop when you didn’t pay him enough attention. 

As the wedding loomed closer, he only seemed to get worse. He was clingy, always touching you, marveling over your stomach. He checked in almost every hour on the hour when he was working, and you weren’t stupid enough not to notice that the building was being watched.

It was like you were living two lives and yet you were entirely trapped with him. What good could the emails do? Or the reports when the police wouldn’t act on them? You were going to marry this man and that would be the end of it; of you, of your life.

Knuckles tapped on the door and you stood. You crossed the room and inched it open the door. You flinched as you were met by an unexpected and uninvited guest.

“Sasha?” you gasped.

“You’re marrying him then?” he held the handle but you didn’t try to close the door, “the account gone, I heard nothing from you.”

“I… I’m scared,” you admitted, “when he found out, I thought he was going to--” you shook your head. He wouldn’t actually kill you.

“You know it’s not too late,” Sasha urged.

“You can’t be here, it he finds out, he’ll--”

“I’ll defend myself,” Sasha snarled uncharacteristically, “I’ll give him what he deserves.’

“No, I don’t want you to get hurt. You need to go,” you begged as you glanced past him furtively.

“I will. Come with me,” he said, “just go. Everyone’s distracted, they won’t know--”

“I can’t just leave. You don’t understand--”

“No, you don’t understand,” he argued, “if you marry him, it all gets so much more complicated. I told you that day at the café. It will be harder to fight after the vows, but right now, you can still get out.”

“And go where?”

He swallowed and looked down the hall. You could hear the distant murmur of the crowd.

“Did you do any of it? Keep a journal? Something?” he asked.

“I tried. I went to the police but nothing,” you sniffed and gripped the door tight.

“Nothing yet but that’s a start,” he chewed the inside of his lip.

“Why are you here? Why is this so important to you?”

“Because I can do something,” he hissed, “because I can’t live with it if I don’t. So come on. Come with me, I got a bigger place. It’ll have to do for now and then we’ll work on getting you standing, getting the baby somewhere to grow--”

“Am I trading him for you?”

“I’m your friend,” he said evenly, “that will never change. All I want is you safe. If it makes you feel better, I’ll sleep in the hall. You can lock me out and I’ll sleep against the door. But I came down here knowing I wouldn’t leave without you.”

“It’s a sweet fantasy but--”

“Come on,” he grabbed your hand and pushed the door open, “please, don’t go with him. It doesn’t end well. You don’t get out. It doesn’t get better.”

“I have nothing,” you quavered.

“You have me,” he said, “please don’t make me walk out of here alone.”

“I….” you uttered as your heart squeezed. “He’ll come after you.”

“Good, I want him to,” he clung to you, “please?”

You inhaled and heard the voices. Your father and your sister. You had no time to think but you knew it was your only chance.

“Let’s go,” you lifted your skirt and pulled the door shut behind you as you stepped out, “now.”

He held onto your hand as you rushed away from the voices and skirted around the corner. Sasha urged you on down the back stairs and through the maze like halls of the extravagant church. You nearly tumbled down the stairs and he caught you as you came along the narrow passage beside the main room, the guests and groom just on the other side of the wall.

You came out into the sunlight and Sasha lifted the train of your skirts as he directed you over the grass. our heels sank into the dirt as you rushed over and the organ began to play Here Comes the Bride. As he helped stuff the swathes of fabric in behind you in his modest car, the music stopped suddenly.

He closed the door as you were squished in the back seat amid your layered skirts and he got in the front. The engine turned and he nearly side swept another car as he pulled out without looking. You peeked back behind you but saw no one coming down the large steps of the church.

He turned the corner and sidled in behind a yellow cab. He looked at you in the mirror and nodded. You bit your lips nervously as reality sank in. Your chest hammered and your entire body buzzed with adrenaline. You knew it was only the beginning.

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The day passed in a daze. You sat in your wedding dress waiting for all hell to break loose. Sasha sat with a beer, silently, and tapped his foot endlessly. When the silence was too much, he turned on the television but neither of you paid any attention to the old sitcom.

When the trance of disbelief dissipated, he showed you around his spacious loft. He was being paid well by Stark but you worried how long he would stay on the payroll after what he’d done. Steve wasn’t stupid and there were more photographers at the church then you’d seen collectively over the last year and a half.

“This is the second bedroom,” he showed you into a room with gleaming windows. There was a bed, a dresser, curtains, a cozy rug, all carefully selected, “I thought you’d be here sooner.”

Your eyes lingered on the box leaned against the far wall. A crib.

“Didn’t know how long…” his voice trailed off as he followed your eye line, “I’m not trying to be him. You can go anytime but I… you have a place here.”

Your eyes welled and you blotted them with your knuckles, the rough lace of your gloves scratching your cheeks, “you did all this for me?”

“I told you, I’d do anything,” he said.

“But… Sasha, I don’t--”

“I don’t expect anything from you. High school was a long time ago but you made it bearable for the biggest dweeb in the class.” He sighed and paced a circle around the room, “you know, I had the biggest crush on you. That doesn’t mean anything now, it doesn’t mean I want you to fall into my arms, but it means I want to help you. It’s the right thing to do, somehow I made a career of doing the right thing so what’s one more?”

You felt your chest sink and you covered your cheeks with your hands, “Sasha?”

“Please,” he cringed, “I was a teen boy, I think I had a thing for Oprah once. Really, it’s just… we’re friends. We’ll always be friends.”

“I can’t…” you sniffled and dropped your hands, “I don’t deserve any of this.”

“He doesn’t deserve you,” Sasha intoned, “and you don’t deserve to live like that. I know this isn’t much but I know you. You’ll find your way, you just got a little lost.”

“I…” you shook your head speechless.

“We’ll figure everything else out tomorrow. You can borrow some of my clothes for tonight and then we can see about retrieving your things from Steve,” he neared the door and stopped beside you, “or we can say fuck it and you can start all over.”

You turned and slung your arms around him. You buried your face against his shoulder as tears spilled out onto his jacket.

“How did you know?” you sobbed.

“That day at the shower,” he rubbed your back gently, “you know, lawyers learn how to read people and you never were very good at subtlety.”

“No,” you chuckled through your tears, “No, it’s why I was great as a bard.”

“Mmm,” he grumbled, “if that’s how you remember it.”

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It felt like Sasha was gone forever but when you checked the clock, it had only been twenty minutes. 

You sat on the couch with your feet under you as you watched the news and rocked nervously. All anyone was talking about was Steve Rogers’ runaway bride. Your face was everywhere and the statement issued by Steve made it all the worse.

He painted you as a gold-digger, as an adulterer, as a swindler. He was the heartbroken fiancé and you were the wrongdoer. You knew it would go this way but expectation never softened reality.

You flinched as the lock turned and Sasha entered with a bag in hand. He came to the couch and set it down beside you.

“I don’t know about my taste in women's clothes but those should do,” he said as he checked his watch, “we should go soon.”

“Yeah,” you stood and opened the bag to reveal the lavender blouse and dark jeans, “you really didn’t have to--”

“You kidding, he’s gonna be surrounded by cameras. You can’t win his game if you don’t play it. I’ve dealt with his type before, they’re the ones who need lawyers on standby,” he sneered, “did you eat?”

“Yeah, thanks,” you swiped up the bag and headed for the hallway, “it was good.”

“No problem,” he shrugged as he grabbed the remote and shut off the tv, “and ignore all that nonsense.”

You got dressed and emerged as your anxiety grew to impatience. You left the apartment in brittle silence and the car ride fed the uneasy bubbling of your stomach. .

As you came up to Steve’s building, you sat for a moment before you got out. Sasha followed and shoulder away the cameras as you neared the front door

The elevator moved slowly and fidgeted uncontrollably as it dinged on Steve’s floor. You swallowed and braced yourself to face Steve. Sasha kept a few feet back as you walked down the hall and stopped at the door. You knocked as you found it locked.

It was a while before it opened but when it did, you were startled as Steve grabbed the front of your blouse and wrenched you inside. He spun you but quickly released you as he was knocked off balance and sent sprawling over the floor. Sasha stood above him with his hands in fists.

“Hey,” he pointed at Steve then looked at you, “you okay?”

You nodded as Steve glared between the two of you and cautiously got to his feet, “so you brought your little boyfriend?”

“She’s here to get her stuff. We thought we’d avoid a police escort, as her lawyer I thought it prudent, but we can always make that phone call,” Sasha said sternly, “she is entitled to her possessions.”

“Her stuff? I paid for every single thing she has to her name. Hers? Mine.” Steve spat and reared on you again, only to be caught by Sasha as he inserted himself between you.

“You will not touch her again. Those things you bought for her were gifts. You have no legal rights to them once they are given. She will take her clothes, her phone, and any other necessities.”

“Pfft, she’s not taking anything. She’s not going anywhere,” Steve growled, “she not yours--”

“I am certain the photogs would appreciate a show,” Sasha pulled out his phone, “police? That can only be a domestic dispute.”

Steve squinted and his nose flared as he looked at you over Sasha’s shoulder, “fucking slut.” He crossed his arms and stepped aside, “get your shit, get out…” he hissed, “but I have my rights too. You will not keep me from my baby.”

“That will be settled in court,” Sasha replied coolly, “go on, get your things.”

He waved you past him as he kept you shield from Steve. He was of a height with Steve but not as broad. Even so, you felt safe behind him. You rushed down to the bedroom and quickly gathered up your toiletries and those clothes you didn’t absolutely hate. Your phone screen was shattered but you took it anyway.

As you emerged again, a bag slung on your shoulder, you slid the ring from your finger. 

“You can keep the rest,” you said as you placed the band on the small round table just inside the front room, “goodbye Steve.”

“Goodbye? Goodbye?” he spat, “this isn’t the end and you fucking know it.”

“Calm down,” Sasha warned.

“You don’t tell me what to do,” Steve shoved him, “I should fucking smash your head in--”

“I’d like you to try,” Sasha stood his ground, “really. You think the court would let a violent man be around an infant?”

Steve scoffed and rolled his eyes. He backed down and shouldered by Sasha. “Get the fuck out.”

You left quickly. You had no desire to hang around. As you stepped onto the elevator, Sasha softly touched your elbow and you winced. The bag fell to your elbow and he quickly scooped it up and heaved it over his own shoulder.

“You okay?” he asked.

“No, I don’t think so,” you said, “he was so angry. I--”

“I was stupid, we should’ve brought the police. Fuck the cameras,” he said, “from this point on, no contact with him whatsoever. Only through me and the court. No talking to reporters, no nothing.”

“Yeah, that won’t be hard,” you uttered as he led you out of the elevator. 

As you came outside, cameras flashed and voices called out. You collided with Sasha as he was blocked by a photographer shouting questions, “is it true you’re pregnant? Is it Steve’s?”

“My client will not be answering questions,” Sasha kept on and made a path for you, “go, she’s not answering any of your questions.”

He elbowed past more cameras and opened the car door for you. You fell inside and quickly huddled down in your seat. As he sat behind the wheel, he mumbled and pulled out into traffic. He gripped the wheel tightly and pushed himself back into the vinyl.

“That asshole,” he said, “he’s gonna want the paternity test. This isn’t gonna be pretty.”

“I can’t… he fucking told them. I mean, I’m not surprised but… god,” you grimaced.

“We’ll get the test done before he makes a formal request,” Sasha said, “it shows transparency and when we hand over those results, we’ll include those police reports too.”

“Police reports?” you blinked.

“Sorry, I… It’s a suggestion,” he said tersely, “but he’s going to make this a trial by media.”

“No, no, I want to,” you said firmly, “I want everyone to know the real Steve Rogers.”

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‘I was just like many struggling in the city. I worked a low-paying job in data entry and lived in an apartment which was little more than a box. The dreams of the big city were passing me by as there was little opportunity to be found.

Then I met Steve Rogers. Like a dream or a Lifetime movie. I was in debt, I was desperate, and he offered me a safety net. I can own my part in the relationship; I was interested and I accepted his generosity. I was all too happy with the arrangement.

That was until I found out that it was all based on a lie. I didn’t know that he had access to my accounts even before I knew him, that he had used his connections to force me into that dire situation. And I could not know the real man behind the billionaire façade.

It was little things at first. Any woman loves to feel wanted but his possessiveness soon turned to control. He kept me isolated from my own family and did not permit me to do anything without his permission. His affection turned to obsession and when it was not reciprocated he forced it from me.

He took me on vacation and did not allow me to wear clothes. He chose what I wore, how I looked, and what I did. He coerced me into acts I was reluctant about, and when he was too rough, he did not listen to my pleas for him to stop.

When I tried to leave him, he followed me and dragged me back. He had me watched by PIs and surveilled all my communications. He used his financial power to control me and when that did not work, he used his physical power.

Steve Rogers abused me. He yelled in my face, he threatened my family, and he choked me.

Steve Rogers raped me. He expected me to bend to his will whenever he desired and when I refused, he held me down and did what he wanted.

Steve Rogers took my whole life and when I chose to leave, he set his eyes on the life inside of me. 

The only thing I want from him is freedom. I want to live safely with my child and I want that child to never experience the abuse of their father. I never want anyone to know that horror again which is why I have written this and released the police records. I am not asking for anything but peace for me and my unborn child.’

The statement was carefully edited by Sasha. You reread the font across the glossy pages of Vanity Fair, the article spliced with excerpts not only from the police reports, but your own emailed accounts of your relationship, and the whole thing began with an image of that broken bathroom door.

It was two months since you ran away from the altar but life was not a romcom. It was a disaster. Even with the article, you knew not all would believe you. You knew it would open you to doubt and vitriol. And you knew Steve would have a response.

You closed the magazine and groaned as you rubbed your hips. Freedom didn’t feel so… freeing. There was a long way to go; court dates, doctor’s appointment, and depositions. But it was a start.

You rested your hand on your stomach and pushed on the arm of the couch as you stood stiffly. When you were halfway up, you felt a hand on your elbow and Sasha helped you stand straight. You smiled guiltily. You’d grown a lot in the last few weeks and still had nearly four months to go.

“The reviews are good,” he said, “I know that is kinda grim but… people seem to believe you.”

“Seem to?” you echoed as you went to the kitchen and pulled out the container of sliced strawberries, “or they don’t?”

“Well,” he leaned on the counter as he watched you add too much cream to the berries and smiled, “Stark Industries has cut ties with Shield, Inc. and Tony has made a sizeable donation to several shelters across the city,” he cupped his chin coyly as he leaned on his elbow, “and will be covering legal costs for the support hearings seeing as I can’t legally represent you anymore.”

“Oh,” your mouth fell open before you could spray some cream onto your tongue, “when were you going to tell me this?”

“I’m telling you now,” he crossed his arms as he shifted them further over the island, “I thought I’d give the good news first.”

“And the bad?” you put down the can of cream as you neared the marble across from him.

“I have several requests for interviews and I think you should do at least one,” he said, “I know you hate reporters and all that but… with a little Rogers baby on board, it’s just another part of the process.”

“Oh, and what should I tell them,” you edged around the counter towards him, “that I moved? That I found someone better?” He turned to you, his lips curved as he leaned in and you turned your face up to peck his lips, “or maybe I should tell them I’m single? Keep the intrigue?”

“As long as you tell them I’m handsome, I don’t mind,” he purred as he placed his hand on your side.

“Oh, how could I leave that out?” you cooed and kissed him again, “patient, loving, kind… but what a geek?”

“A geek?” he smirked and framed your chin with his hands, “says the dungeon master.”

You giggled and ran your hands up his chest, “someone’s gotta raise this little bard well.”

“Oh, no, no, she’s not gonna be a bard. Maybe a cleric?”

“No way! That’s lame,” you chirped, “how about… a sorcerer? Ours is a bit lacking.”

“Excuse you,” he quipped, “what was your AC again? Maybe next session I’ll run out of healing spells.”

“See?” you taunted, “geek.”

You drew him to you until he was pressed to your belly and he swept you up in a kiss. You rocked with him as he turned you against the counter and slowly parted.

You squeezed his wrist as you went back around to your strawberries and cream. You took a spoon and scooped up a mouthful as you slid your phone towards you. Sasha stayed as he was, watching you scroll through the emails and piled up texts.

You stopped as one blared in all caps. There was no name, only ‘Private’. You opened the conversation and found a dozen bubbles; ‘THIS ISN’T OVER’, ‘HE CAN’T KEEP YOUR FROM ME’, ‘CUTE, YOU THINK PEOPLE BELIEVE YOUR SHIT.’ Another message blipped up, an image and you dropped your spoon as it opened.

You saw the picture of your sister and her son. You shook as you put your hand down on the counter and choked on the cream.

“What?” Sasha reached over and turned your phone to him, “Shit,” he sighed and blocked the number, “he’s just stacking the evidence against himself.”

“I--” you blinked as tears boiled behind your eyes.

“You don’t need to be afraid,” he screencapped the conversation, “this just makes the case even easier.”

“No, I will always be afraid of him,” you said as you touched your stomach, “it’s not just about me anymore.”

“And it’s not just you anymore,” he took your hand and rubbed the back of it with his thumb, “we’ve been through worse. If we can get through a cave full of orcs, we can defeat Steve Rogers.”

END (or is it?)

[starshine-effendy]

Not Only Humanity’s Prettiest

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters of Attack on Titans they belong to  Hajime Isayama!

A/N: Hi. Request something or talk to me. I dunno I don’t really know what to say.

Warning: a bit mentioning of something inappropriate so if you’re younger than 16 please leave.

You were known as humanity’s prettiest. You weren’t the type to talk much but rumors has it that your voice is angelic. People loved to watch you coming back from expeditions, even when you’re bruised up or scratched up you’d still look marvelous. You had tons of admirers whether it be from wall Maria, Rose or Sina there would be people throwing themselves at you but you never cared for them. You only had eyes for the one man that caught your heart years ago.

One day Levi was out to buy cleaning supplies but he couldn’t take you with him because you had to train the 104th cadets. You were watching them doing hand to hand combat until 3 unfamiliar men arrived. Everyone stopped what they were doing and gathered around you. One of them had blonde hair and the second one has brown and the 3rd one has red. (Hair idk who these men are too so let’s call them blonde, brown hair guy and red hair)

“Woah! So this is Y/N L/N... Rumors were true,” the blonde man said. 

“Truly exquisite and mighty fine if I do say so myself,” The brown hair guy added.

“What are you doing here?!” Eren interrogated. 

“Oh, we’re from Wall Sina. Here to take a look at ‘Humanity’s prettiest’ and I say, She exceeds our expectations,” The blonde explained. 

“Yea? Well now you’ve seen her. Get out!” Eren exclaimed.

“How you could let such a poor beautiful fragile thing out there with those disgusting Titans?,” The brown hair commented. You raised your eyebrow, now irritated and confused.

Poor and fragile?! You were far from that. You grew up in the undergrounds and stayed with Levi ever since he saved you. He’s been teaching you combat skills to help you defend yourself. You fell in love with Levi ever since and never left his side except now. When Levi was captured by Erwin he never left your side. You were Levi’s strength, energy and happiness. You trained harder when the death of your friends came. You weren’t only the prettiest... You were also one of the strongest and diligent. 

“Eren,” Armin called out. 

Armin placed a hand to hide his mouth and whispered something to Eren’s ear. Eren nodded and smirked. “You guys are from Wall Sina right?” He asked. Everyone had their focus on the boy.

“Yes, we are,” The red hair man answered. 

“Definitely better than you low-lives, risking your lives while we live in paradise?” The blonde mocked. 

Mikasa was ready to charge at him when you grabbed her elbow. She looked at you searching the answers in your irritated eyes. She stood up and sighed and you loosened your grip. You were surprised Eren took this better than she did.

“So you’re rich?” Armin asked. 

“Yea, richer than your monthly funds,” The blonde smirked. 

Armin nodded slightly and Eren nodded back. We knew they had a plan but what is it?

“Alright, let’s make a deal,” Eren said with a prideful tone. 

“If you manage to defeat Y/N,” Eren placed a hand over your shoulder, “You’ll get to take her out on a date,” 

Your looked at Eren confused but you gaze soften a bit. You pat Eren on the head gently. You always saw the cadets like the children you never had so you would give them gentle motherly affections such as comfort hugs and head pats without Levi getting jealous. 

The 3 men smirked to each other but before they could agree Eren continued, “If you can’t, you have to pay for our funds for a year no matter the cost,” 

“Sure kid,” One of them replied. 

“Let’s get this done and over with so we can spend the night together bunny,” Another spoke. 

You were definitely furious now. No one was allowed to call you nicknames other than Levi. You were staring daggers at them. Mikasa and Jean saw your eyes and pulled everyone back. 

The 3 of the men charged at you. You managed to knee the blonde in the face so hard he fell on his face and you took the opportunity to step on his body while the other 2 were trying to get a punch on you. You kicked one at his ribs and high kicked the other on the face knocking him out. Everyone was cheering for you behind when you dragged their body and stacked them all together placing them neatly on top of each other.

“Haha! You gotta pay our funds for a year now,” Connie teased. 

“Meat! Buy tons of Meat!” Sasha cheered. 

“We could use just gear upgrades,” Mikasa commented.

“And I would like new books,” Armin added. 

“We’re not paying for anything!” The red hair man said. 

“But you promised,” Eren mocked, “Maybe you shouldn’t insult the Scouts like that!” 

“Fine! I gave you my word,” The blonde responded. 

The cadets cheered and high fived you but they all went still and silent when they say who was standing by the door frame. Levi. You rushed towards him and gave him a hug. 

“Tch... What happened?!” Levi asked, caressing your hair. 

Eren saluted and yelled, “SIR! These men from Wall Sina interrupted our training to see Y/N,”

Levi raised his eyebrow and he looked ready to make the men beg for mercy for touching what’s his. You pulled away from the hug and stood by his side shoulders almost touching. 

“But Armin gave me the idea to use their riches to our advantage and challenged them to a fight with Y/N!” Eren continued but he looked nervous to reveal anymore detail so Mikasa stepped in. 

“If they had won they could take Y/N on a date but if they lost we would be awarded with funds throughout the year,” Mikasa said, nonchalantly. Everyone stared at Mikasa with wide eyes. Levi was protective with Y/N and the thought that anyone would even dare flirt with her would drive him to the depths of insanity, enough to earn a swift painful kick to the face. 

“And?” Levi asked sounding surprisingly calm. 

“She won sir!” Armin added quickly.

Levi smirked and made his way over to the 3 men stacked on top of each other and examined the damage with you following beside him. He crouched to get a better look and after a moment he got back up and gave you a pat on your head. 

“Good job Y/N,” He complimented. 

Your eyes sparkled at his compliment and you gave him a wide smile. 

The brown was now conscious, “Cmon man! She’s too silent for my likings either ways!” 

The brown hair guy began to push the red hair guy off and got up. He was about to walk away but Levi muttered something loud enough for him to hear, “She’s quite loud in bed,” 

The brown hair guy was practically fuming and ran off with the blonde dragging his friend with him. 

“Eren and Armin! Stable duty for 3 months!” Levi commanded. 

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Bonus ending: 

Y/N surprising Levi with a dozen cleaning supplies every month. It’s definitely something that turns him on when Y/N goes out of her way to get Levi a present. 

Sasha could make the men bankrupt because she was buying so much meat. 

Armin got tons of books. Mikasa got the whole Survey Corps a gear upgrade.

Erwin was also informed about the funds and he arranged you a feast the night you defeated the men. 

Levi buys you (Your favorite fruits). 

[rosaline-kei]

Don’t Go - Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I do not own Attack on Titan/Shingeki no Kyojin nor the characters.

Parts: 「1」「2」「3」

Chapter 1′s Title: Eren

Synopsis: Even after what was thought to be the end of the chaos, Mikasa Ackerman struggles with conflict, confusion and her emotions. The Raven plans to leave for the Kingdom of Hizuru—without a proper goodbye to Eren Jaeger. What is she running away from? What is she afraid of? Are apologies enough to heal? (Contains Manga Spoilers)

Prompt Summary (from a user): The reunion of Eren and Mikasa after Eren comes back from Grisha’s memories. Even though Eren's head got blown away xD, I think that he will transform into his Titan Form. After reading the latest chapter I Think Eren will apologize to Mikasa for everything he did to her after the time-skip and will probably tell her not to join that Kiyomi and the Hizuru Kingdom. Thank you!!!

Eren wouldn’t let Mikasa leave for Hizuru because he knows that she loves him and that her love has nothing to do with her Ackermann genetics.

Takes Place after the war is finally settled. When Eren apologizes to Mikasa and Armin and ofc to all the members of the 104. Squad

I don’t think that Mikasa will accept his apology immediately since she is the Person that got hit the hardest by Eren’s deeds and especially his words in chapter 112

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Author’s Note: Hello! This will be a 3 part story. I want to apologise to anyone reading in advance if the characters seem Out of Character at any point of time. It has been a while since I last wrote Attack on Titan Fanfictions and stuff. So, I also apologise if my writing has become worse than it already was haha; Plus, I’m still not over my own moody angst after my painful exams sigh lmao so I hope that won’t affect my writing haha

It was over.

It was finally over. The war, the chaos.

Eren Jaeger really did it. He ended it, the war, the chaos. But alas, that wasn’t all he did. He had also left scars in people’s trust, in people’s minds and in people’s hearts. In order to succeed, he had to hurt others—at least, that was what he thought. Even if he never meant this façade of a betrayal, even if he never meant to hurt others, the words he had said, the actions that he had done could never be taken back now. It would still take time to assuage the pain.

And unfortunately, despite all his efforts, he couldn’t save everyone as he intended to.

He still remembered the day he found out about Sasha’s passing, her death. It was excruciating, for him… for everyone. Could it have been avoided… if he had told others about—?

It didn’t matter now. He couldn’t change it anymore. It was over. Everything was over now, right?

After the chaos, Eren apologised. From the bottom of his heart, he apologised to Mikasa, Armin, Jean, Connie, Levi, Hanji… and the list goes on. (He apologised to Sasha too. Though, he wished he could’ve told her that face to face.) Some accepted his apology, some were sceptical, and some still had a tiny bit of distrust despite the change of events which proved Eren wasn’t at all the villain, despite it all coming to an end.

Though, as he said out his apology among the people that were his comrades, he noticed how one of them looked…what was the word? Well, before he could’ve even think of a word to match the expression she wore—the expression that caused his heart to throb—she had turned her back and left the moment he finished his long apology. She didn’t wait to listen to his answers and explanations when the others question him, nor did she stay to voice any of her own questions. She just… left.

It was an awfully familiar scene he was witnessing. It reminded him of the day he left, too.

Ever since that day, Eren hadn’t seen nor heard of Mikasa Ackerman since.

Perhaps he should’ve chased her the moment she left. But at that time, something told him not to— and to instead give her some space.

Was this how she felt? He had wondered as he watched her walk away. This feeling of agony clawing at your heart when you see someone you care about leave and disappear, without a word?

Admittedly, if he could right now, he would leave to find her. For the most part, he already had the brief chance to talk to everyone—everyone but her. Ever since the chaos ended, he hadn’t gotten the chance to even speak to her personally. However, as much as he wanted to search for the raven now, he couldn’t. Because right now, he was being detained behind bars of steel. And he wasn’t allowed to leave until after interrogation which purpose was to ensure that he wouldn’t do anything that could lead to something disastrous.

It was quite ironic that the supposed hero that saved Paradis from the monsters known as titans, was to be treated as a criminal—for now, at least. There were still some soldiers and even civilians who still strongly distrusted the male. And Eren couldn’t blame them, really. Anyone would be suspicious of a person who switched sides and switched back, regardless of the reasoning.

All he could do now was wait. Of course, if he was that desperate, he could easily break out of jail. However, he wasn’t that doltish to not know the consequence of doing as such.

On a different note, he hadn’t seen any of his squad—well, ex-squad members during his detainment, which was almost two weeks by now. He wasn’t sure if any of his ex-squad members were even permitted to visit him. He wasn’t even sure if they wanted to see him. And again, he couldn’t blame them.

He pondered on what the others were doing… what Armin was doing… what Mikasa was doing…

He hadn’t had the chance to have a private conversation with Armin as well. After all, by the time he was done with his apology addressed to the group as a whole as well as answering the questions that they bombarded him with, he was immediately sent to be detained. Granted, he and Armin did exchange a few words when he was answering everyone’s questions, but nothing personal was exchanged. Something like that should be done privately, after all.

As for Mikasa… he hadn’t even heard her voice after this war ended.

Eren remembered though, the mixture of relief and conflict in Armin’s eyes. He wondered if she had the same look in her eyes when her back was turned as she walked away. Whatever it was, he was pretty sure those two would definitely be the last people he’d expect to visit him.

So, it caught him by surprise when his guard today wore a pair of familiar ocean blue eyes, accompanied by golden blonde hair.

Eren’s emerald orbs met Armin’s blue hues, they exchanged looks but not words. And yet, Eren knew what he had to say. He had the same conflicted yet relieved look in his eyes after all.

There was a desk situated near Eren’s cell where Armin then placed the bag he brought along down before taking a seat down on a chair. Without a word, he began to pen down some things. It wasn’t long till the silence was broken.

“Do you really forgive me?” Eren was the first to speak. From his tone, one could either conclude he was remorseful or exhausted… maybe both. The brunette’s emerald orbs look towards the blonde who didn’t stop writing. His blue hues were still fixated on whatever he was writing on that paper.

“I do.” He finally responded, albeit looking away.

“Do they forgive me?”

Eren didn’t need to explain who ‘they’ was. It was quite obvious, after all.

“It takes time to heal,” Armin started, “Eventually, they will. I know what you did had our best interest in mind, but… the things you said, the other things you did still, the things that could’ve possibly been avoided if you had told us your plan from the start, they… you …” For once, Eren witnessed him struggling for a longer than expected time to find the right words. Wanting to save him the trouble, he responded, “I know.”

From his side view, Eren noticed the blonde parting his lip, as if to retort. But just as fast as his lips parted, they closed. He didn’t see a reason to pester him for an answer, at least not now.

And just as the silence was about to engulf the room, Eren asked another question.

“Does she forgive me?”

This time, Armin halted in his writing. And slowly, he turned towards Eren. Their eyes met again. And even if Armin did truly forgave him, it was undeniable there was still some sort of tension between the two. But who could blame them? They hadn’t had a proper conversation since everything was over.

“You’re free to go tomorrow,” Armin finally spoke albeit ignoring his other query. “Earlier than expected. Basically—”

“What happened to Mikasa?” Eren asked again, this time sounding more assertive. The look of remorse now shifted into a frustrated frown. The fact Armin seemed to be avoiding the subject of Mikasa concerned him—his avoidance of the subject of her couldn’t mean anything good.

Armin bit his lip, before taking a deep breathe. There was no dodging the bullet, Armin already knew that. Eren wasn’t the only one who noticed Mikasa’s disappearance the moment he was done addressing his apology. Armin had too. Aside from the two of them, no one really took notice of her absence. However, unlike Eren, Armin only noticed her leaving when he witnessed a shift of expression on Eren’s face back then.

When he gave his apology, he looked genuinely apologetic, sincere, guilty and so on. But, then he suddenly looked so… pained. That’s when he noticed Mikasa walking away. Perhaps, Armin thought, I should’ve grabbed her hand and stop her from leaving, so that she’d at least have the chance to say something, anything to him.

But he didn’t. Because that was something Eren had to handle, not him.

“ ‘I don’t know. I haven’t spoken nor have I talked to her since the day you apologised.’ ” Armin stated before sighing, “That was what I’m supposed to tell you.”

Before Eren could interrupt, he continued. “Mikasa might kill me if I tell you. I promised not to say a word. But I figured I wanted to do both of you a favour… and—”

“Spit it out already.” Eren’s growing impatience was crystal clear. Some things just don’t change, huh? He always seemed to recklessly charge straight ahead before anything else… and always preferred to get straight to the damn point.

“Mikasa’s leaving for Hizuru tomorrow with Miss Kiyomi.”

Eren’s eyes widened upon hearing this new news. And as Armin anticipated, he was in denial about it. “What do you mean? You’re lying. She wouldn’t just leave Paradis when…”

When I hadn’t gotten the chance to speak to her properly. That’s what he wanted to say. But the moment Armin removed a familiar red piece of fabric from the bag he brought along, Eren found himself at a loss for words.

“She told me to return this to you after she left,” He muttered, before he walked over, holding the red scarf close enough for the brunette to take it. “She also said she was leaving because she wanted to return back ‘home’…” He sighed, before shaking his head. “If only she could be more honest with herself…” Armin mumbled to himself—and he was sure that Eren would know that much, that Mikasa’s reason of wanting to return back ‘home’, wasn’t really the real reason.

“I know what you said to her, about her, were things that you didn’t mean… things that weren’t true. I know what you said was meant to keep us away from you, so we wouldn’t be in danger…” Armin said as Eren took the scarf from him. It really was Mikasa’s scarf, he could tell… from the almost unnoticeable stitches on it—he remembered how she’d often sew the scarf back when it’d tear during trainings and such. He remembered how he said he’d get her a new one, without considering the irreplaceable meaning behind this scarf she wore. He remembered the sad look she had after he had said it.

He felt his stomach twist. Why was she returning this scarf to him now? She had always wore it… as if it provided her with some assurance, so why did she…?

“However as for Mikasa… she’s… confused? Lost? Conflicted? You know how she is, she isn’t the best with emotions. She… still thinks what you said may be true.” Armin sighed before continuing, “So I hope tomorrow morning, you’ll be able to open her eyes, to the fact that she isn’t ‘cattle’. ”

Eren flinched when the blonde had said ‘cattle’, because he knew what he meant to say was slave—but it was the blonde’s attempt of lessening the salt being rubbed into the wound, by censoring that hurtful word he had said… well, more or less.

“…How do you know I’ll be able to stop her…?” Eren mumbled out subconsciously. Undoubtedly, he did want to stop her. He… couldn’t bare the idea of her leaving, especially when he hadn’t had the chance to speak to her. But given the fact she had given the red scarf back to Eren, he wasn’t even sure if she wanted to see him, or if she’d even listen to him at this point.

Armin only scoffed, which was followed by a small smile that formed on his lips. “Because you’re Eren Jaeger… you would never let someone you care about so deeply, leave for a reason like that.”

[holy-guacamoly]

Finally, I am able to do this! I am so excited! I thirst for so many fictional men, like the whore I am, but there is only one person who would actually deal with me. :') So I am shipping myself with Jean Kirschtein. I feel like we would have a good relationship and he looks like the guys I would date in real life.

Your ship name: My name is Lena, so I am wheezing at the thought of Lean.

What do you call each other: Jean calls me by my name most of the time because I hate to be called by pet names in public. At home, this man can call me whatever he wants. lol Goes with baby girl or sweetie the most. To annoy him I call him Jean-Bo. (of course) If I am feeling cute I'd go with Baby/Babe.

Who confessed first: It was a lot of back and forth while dating. We both acted like we didn't care about shit and ended up hurting our own feelings. The confession was pretty dramatic during a party, where a guy flirted with me and Jean got jealous. Heated argument -> Confession -> Make Out Session :')

Who kissed who: I am always the one who goes in for the first kiss, so this time was no different. My poor baby was so nervous he didn't even dare to hold my hand on our first date.

How long you have been together: This sucker is my first long-term relationship. We've been dating for 3 years now, even though I told my friends that I would never ever commit myself to a long relationship. To this day I still believe he used witchcraft to make me stay with him.

Are you affectionate: Hell yeah! We get on each other's nerves all the time, but we are such a cuddly couple. On the outside, we sometimes seem a little cold towards each other, but that's only because we like to keep our affection to ourselves. Jean always wraps himself around me when we are chilling. He is my heat blanket. <3 He is also very verbal about his love while my love language is more a mix between physical affection and acts of service. To this day I really get shy talking about my feelings.

Living together/married: We've kind of been living together since we actually dated. This sneaky fucker moved in without me noticing. Suddenly he brought his weirdly large pokemon card collection and I knew it was over. We don't talk much about marriage since we don't see advantages in it. If it comes to buying property together we would consider it though, but only for legal reasons. Weddings scare me haha

Kids: Jean and I are the cool uncle and aunt for now. We are the ones who take them on cool museum dates and stuff them full with ice cream so they won't sleep for three days. Also giving them drinking advice when they are old enough. (Always drink enough water, kids!) I really don't plan on becoming a mother, but I think Jean really wants to be a Dad someday. Well, while thinking of Daddy Jean, I may change my mind.

What your friend group looks like: We equally hang with his friends (Connie, Sasha, Marco etc.) as we do with mine. Since we luckily have very open circles of people in our lives, it's easy to bond with any of them. Thought Sasha became my bestie and sometimes Jean is a little bit jealous. He is always afraid that I talk too much about our sex life with her.

How you each get along with your friends: As I said Sasha is my giiiiirl, but I constantly get hammered with Connie. He often chimes in at our place without an announcement, so it happens quite often that Jean isn't there. Most of the time we end up drinking a bottle of wine and watching stupid videos. I love him.

Night in or night out: We love good parties! Jean and I love to dress up and just be the hottest couple at the club or at some house party. Sorry, not sorry. We often separate at such events and do our own thing, but at the end of the night, Jean always flirts with me like he doesn't know me at all. "Oi Miss, I saw you dancing over there and thought I might shoot my shot." "Jean, we live together."

Your favorite date day/night: We are such foodies. Every date night is a different location where we can try different culinary worlds. Other than that Jean and I love to go to museums and art events. Anyone who sees this is free to try it as well. It's so much fun! <3

Self Ship tag game!! Hope you guys wanna do this :) Also I want to do this haha

Your anime self ship person: Levi

Your ship name: Leviza (lmao just came up with that)

What do you call each other: Levi likes my name best, love if he's feeling cuddly, angel when he's reminding me how much I mean to him, brat if I'm annoying him. I use his name out in public, call him sweetheart when by ourselves, captain to mess with him, handsome if he's feeling down on himself.

Who confessed first: Levi did, totally by accident. It started with a simple "I like you" one day when we were hanging out together, and with stuttering and blushing cheeks he tried to revise it when he thought maybe I didn't feel the same. Turned into "I think you're beautiful. What I mean is...!" So I helped him out and told him his blush is the cutest thing I've ever seen, and he stood there stunned going "what's that mean?" **rolls eyes** "I like you too, Cap!" Have to spell it out for him!

Who kissed who: I did. Took a couple weeks. We were literally talking about it and he said he's never really been sure when physical affection is okay, and said I'd have to help him, when it was okay with me, of course. So I showed him that it was more than okay. He liked that.

How long you have been together: 3 years now. Friends first for a time before, got to know each other and 'dated' for a couple months before he brought up making it official. He's always nervous about doing things too early. Sometimes it drives me mad but I want him to be okay initiating things.

Are you affectionate: Hand holding in public is usually it. By ourselves this man is the biggest cuddle bug, don't let him fool you. Literally will whine if I get up to be productive, and then dare turn me down if I seek him out when he's busy. But he really likes kisses, so guess who always wins :) Lazy mornings in bed and couch cuddles are our favs.

Living together/married: Living together almost a year. Thrown out ideas of marriage, like what we would want or where we'd honeymoon. It's fun to talk about. Sometimes if I stay up late with him he'll actually sneak in a random question like "what kind of flowers would you like?" He might be saving my answers. Starting to wonder if he should plan a proposal or just up and ask :)

Kids: Right now we are cat parents. Aren't opposed to kids. Adoption is something we both think about, but can't figure out how to bring up to each other yet. But it's close to both of our hearts considering how Levi grew up.

What your friend group looks like: Levi introduced me to Miche, Hange and Erwin. Jean, Connie and Sasha are my main crew, even if they knew Levi first.

How you each get along with your friends: I get along with his friends great, and they are now my friends. We all have game nights together and Levi rolls his eyes when we come up with stupid answers and laugh sometimes, but we catch him smiling too. I call Hange just to talk sometimes. Levi...tolerates my friends. He doesn't mind Jean by himself since he can act mature, but add Connie and Sasha to the mix and he's out. At least, tries to be! But if one of us is feeling down we're usually at our house for late night snacks and movies. Levi can't avoid it.

Night in or night out: We like staying in way more. Either ordering takeout or helping each other in the kitchen. A quiet evening in, in comfy clothes please.

Your favorite date day/night: My cheesy answer is anytime we're together is my favorite, even just grocery shopping :D Though once in a while we dress up fancy and take in a theater show. Turns out we really like musicals! Who knew?? Also, mystery dinners! You know, where you have to find out who killed who while you eat and the actors put on a show around you. There's not much interaction involved on our part, so Levi doesn't mind, and he's really good at solving the clues and guessing correctly!

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You all probably already know my answers lmao

Friendship questions inspired by this haha

Here's a copy and paste version

Your anime self ship person:

Your ship name:

What do you call each other:

Who confessed first:

Who kissed who:

How long you have been together:

Are you affectionate:

Living together/married:

Kids:

What your friend group looks like:

How you each get along with your friends:

Night in or night out:

Your favorite date day/night:

There's so many questions to ask! We can do another round if you want another time :) 10 to 12 questions good? Weekly maybe?

Tagging: @jayteacups @hauntedhousecat @ack3rlady @nelapanela94 @levisbrat25 @holy-guacamoly @levi-supreme @little-spoiled-brat @sckerman @hashaneeee @starryenigma @charlotteplsdosth @levis-hazelnut @lucysarah-c @local-ackerman-whore @wetforlevi

You are under no obligation to participate. But if you do I'm tagging you in the next one haha Even if I didn't tag you, go for it! Just picking ones I thought might want to do it :)

[whereisthefood123]

Gajevy-AU Romance through Bachata

So, this is my first time participating in the Gajevy week and I'm super excited about it. I would love to get some feedback on my writting. The inspiration for this story came from my best friend who went through something similar to what Levy will go through in this story.

Hope you like it!

Summary: Modern-AU Levy flies to Cancun, wishing to relax and have fun there. Faith gets her meeting Cana which introduces her to her crazy friends, one of which captures Levy's heart instantly. The night has many surprises for the blunette and for her new person of interest. Drinks, dances and a bonfire at the beach is the perfect set for love to bloom. Especially when Gajeel teaches Levy how to dance bachata and sparks fly all around them.

Words: 8,022

Disclaimer: I don't own Fairy Tail characters or the song "Propuesta indecente" by Romeo Santos (put that on youtube when Gajeel starts to sing [because obviously I needed to put Gajeel singing sexy spanish lyrics])

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"Urgh! I can't believe them!" a furious Levy exclaimed while closing her hotel room's door quite roughly. Said room was being shared with 3 of her closest friends from the university's book club.

The four girls had agreed to go in a vacation after the semester ended and bought their tickets to go to Cancun, one of the most popular beaches in Mexico. The original plan was to have fun and get a little crazy after the stress of the exams. Well, that's what Levy thought was the original plan.

Once they got into the airplane to go from Austin to Cancun, Trish, Sasha and Clem rounded up on Levy and told her they were going to play nice and not go out to nightclubs or bars. Levy's jaw hung down a little bit in disbelief. All she had been looking for in this trip was to have fun and have couple of drinks and maybe meet new people, but her friends had a completely different idea about what a vacation in Cancun meant.

She had hoped that maybe once arriving to the hotel and seeing the beautiful beach that was just around the corner of their hotel, her friends would change their minds. She had been so wrong…

After having lunch at the hotel's all-you-can-eat buffet, her three friends decided to go and take a nap. Levy suggested going to the beach and relaxing under the sun, but they just refused saying that they didn't wanted to get sunburn. Really?! You fly all the way to Cancun and you don't want to get sunburn! Levy almost yelled at them but decided to let it slide. Maybe after sleeping a little bit, they would be in a better mood to go out and explore the city. Wrong again.

After the 2 hour nap, Clem turned on the TV to find that there was a Harry Potter marathon, to which Sasha and Trish got super excited and settled down on their beds to watch the TV. Levy ignored them and decided to go for a walk at the beach all by herself. Maybe they'll get bored and we'll go out to a bar later tonight she thought. Wrong!

When she came back to the hotel room, it was past 8 pm and the sun had long hid behind the horizon. Levy steeled herself to try to convince her friends to go for, at least, one drink at the hotel's bar. They obviously refused, saying that they were too tired and that there was still two more films before the marathon ended.

That's when Levy snapped. She locked herself in the bathroom and took a quick shower. She then put on her night black dress and arranged her blue curls in a messy high ponytail with a thin black headband holding up the loose strands that tried to cover her face. She applied a little bit of makeup on her face and sprayed her neck with her favorite perfume. She gave herself a quick look in the mirror and decided she was ready to go.

When she got out of the bathroom, her friends stared at her in confusion on why she had prettied up for. "Well, even if you don't want to go out, I do! So I'm heading to the hotel's bar. Don't wait up on me" Levy stated with a posture that emanated confidence. She grabbed her black 5-inch heels along with her purse and walked out the door. Her friends called after her, telling her it was dangerous to go out alone and that she shouldn't go, but Levy was beyond the point of listening them.

Which takes us to where this story began.

"Urgh! I can't believe them!" Levy put on her heels and hastily walked up to the elevator that would take her to the first floor. She was beyond furious! All she wanted to do was to let loose a little bit, but her friends were just too tied up!

Even when Levy wasn't a frequent drinker, she felt the urge to drown her frustration in alcohol.

Once she got to the first floor of the building, she made a beeline to the bar's counter and sat down on one of the empty stools. She propped her elbows on the bar and covered her face with her hands, groaning in frustration. She didn't noticed the strange look the brunette sitting to the right was giving her.

"Tough night, eh?" she said while sipping beer from her mug.

"You have no idea" Levy snorted and looked up to her side to acknowledge the woman. She saw a tall slender woman with brown hair, wearing a red bikini top and tight black jeans. Levy suddenly felt a little self-conscious when she noticed the huge breasts of the brunette and she made an effort not to cover her small chest with her hands.

The woman smiled down to her and extended her hand, which Levy took in hers. "Cana Alberona"

"Levy McGarden" she replied. Then, Cana pulled Levy's hand forward, reached down and kissed Levy's right cheek. Levy pulled back blushing intensely at the gesture. She was just trying to be friendly but maybe this girl was looking for something else that Levy couldn't give her.

Cana cackled loudly. "Yer not from around, right?" Levy shook her head from side to side saying 'no' which earned her another loud laugh from the brunette "That's how we say 'hi' here in Mexico. Don't freak out about it"

Levy smiled at her explanation and laughed nervously "Sorry. Yeah, I just got here today"

"Well, let's give you a proper welcome" Cana exclaimed before downing her beer in one swift motion. Then, she jumped to the other side of the counter and ducked behind it. She grabbed two shot glasses and a tequila bottle from under the bar, she prepared two lime slices with salt, one for Levy and the other one for herself, and finally placed everything on top of the counter.

"So, we are going to play a little game now" Cana said while pouring tequila on the glasses. "Basically, it goes like this. Ya tell a story about anything that happened ta ya and I'll try to guess if it's true or false. If I'm right, ya drink, if not, I drink. Then, I'll tell a story and you try to guess and so on until someone calls it quits. What da ya say?"

Levy took a moment to think about the proposition. It looked like fun and this Cana girl seemed friendly. "Alright, then. You go first" Levy grabbed her lime and her tequila shot. Cana nodded in agreement.

"Okay. So, one time a guy tried to beat me at a drinking contest. After the 20th mug of beer the guy collapsed on the floor, completely wasted and he had to pay for my tab. He ended up paying for 60 drinks in total: he drank 20; I drank 40" Cana said and laughed loudly at the memory of that night.

"Oh, God! That's totally unrealistic! I'll say it's false" Levy said with confidence. She didn't believe there would be someone capable of drinking that much.

"Take the shot. 'Cuz it's totally true!" Cana cackled and Levy grimaced at the taste of the tequila going down her throat. "Lime, lime!" Cana signaled her to bite the lime with salt to ease the taste of the alcohol in her mouth.

Levy shivered but then felt warmth spreading in her chest and up to her cheeks. She laughed while Cana filled up her shot with more tequila. "Really? 40 beer mugs?! That has to be a world record"

"Haha! Not really, just one typical night-out" Cana winked "Okay, now it's yer turn"

Levy hummed and touched her lips with her index finger, thinking on a good story. "One time, a guy dumped me because he said he couldn't go out with a girl who could insult him in at least seven different languages. He said that it would be embarrassing whenever I spoke with a foreigner and he wouldn't know whether I was making fun of him or just indicating where the bathroom was"

Cana laughed again. "No way! Yeah, men are fucking scumbags but 7 languages? Yer what? 19? Ain't possible for ya to know 7 languages already. I say false"

Levy grinned "Actually, I'm 22, but thanks. And I happened to be fluent in more than seven languages and my story is totally true! So it's your turn to drink. ¡Salud! (transl. Cheers!)" Levy said and gestured to Cana to down her tequila shot.

The brunette laughed "Man, 7 languages, really? ¡Y hablas español! (transl. And you speak Spanish!)"

Levy giggled "Así es mi amiga (transl. That's right my friend). I'm still learning though"

"Ha! I definitely need to introduce ya to my friends. I have a hunch they'll love ya! Especially Lucy" Cana said and raised her shot "For ya, Levy McGarden. The woman that can tell a man in seven different languages to fuck off" Cana downed her drink with expertise and Levy laughed at the praise.

"I mean it, eh! If ya have no plans, we're going to a nightclub and then to the beach. Wanna tag along?" Cana filled up her glass with more tequila.

"Sure! Why not? Besides, my friends just ditched me to stay in our room watching TV"

"Ha! Too bad for them. They'll miss all the fun. Cheers for an amazing night!" Cana raised her glass again and it clinked against Levy's. The girls downed their shots and with one last bite of her lime, Levy took her purse and looked at Cana.

"Hey Cana, how much is it going to be for the drinks?"

"How would I know? I don't work here" Cana shrugged her shoulders and put away their shot glasses and the tequila bottle.

"Wait! What?!" Levy shrieked.

"Alberona! Get the fuck away from my booze!" a man shouted from the far end of the counter. The bar had been so crowded that none of the bartenders seemed to have notice Cana on their side of the counter, filling up tequila shots and handing them to Levy, free-of-charge.

"Shit! Make a run for it!" Cana jumped over the counter and grabbed Levy's hand.

"What?!" Levy repeated in a high pitch tone and scrambled out of her stool to rush to the front door with Cana. "Wait a sec" she told the brunette and then leaned on the outside wall of the hotel to take off her shoes. There was no way they would escape with her running in her 5-inch heels.

They resumed their run until they were a couple blocks away from the hotel. Levy sat down on a bench to recover her breath and Cana started to laugh loudly "That was fun! Ha!"

"That wasn't funny! I thought you worked there!" Levy frowned angrily at the brunette

"I never said I did" She laughed again and Levy couldn't hold on to her anger and started giggling as well. "Come on, Lev. I'm meeting with my friends in the next corner"

Levy hesitated for a second. She didn't knew this girl that well to follow her blindly. As far as she knew, Cana could be a mass murderer that was taking her to an alleyway where she'll stab her to dead. Maybe Levy had been watching too many 'Criminal Minds' episodes as of recently. Besides, the alternative to follow Cana was just too depressing. Returning to her room when it wasn't even midnight didn't sound like fun at all.

With a deep breath, Levy decided to trust Cana and followed her. What could go wrong?

"Guys! Let me introduce ya to Levy. Levy, these are my friends. They aren't as crazy as they look like, but I wouldn't get too close to Natsu if you want yer dress to keep from catching on fire" That's how Cana introduced Levy to the peculiar group of six people.

After the awkwardness of being greeted with kisses on her right cheek by complete strangers subsided, Levy started to chat with one of the girls of the group, finding a lot in common with her. She introduced herself as Lucy, a college student who wanted to publish her own novel, and soon enough the two girls started to talk non-stop about books and Levy's fascination with reading.

The rest of the group was very interesting indeed and soon Levy found herself comfortable walking with all of them towards a nightclub at the end of the street. At the front of the group, Juvia, a fashion design student, clung with both her arms to Gray, a professional hockey player. Lucy explained that she met both of them three days prior and that they- well, Gray actually, flew to Cancun for his two-week vacations and Juvia just followed him.

Behind them, Natsu, a backpacker who just travelled all the way up from South America, yelled something at Gray about him being an 'ice princess' and taunting him into a fight. Lucy told Levy that Natsu was something akin to a pyromaniac and that in the four days that she had hang out with him, he had managed to set half of Lucy's skirts on fire.

At the rear of the group, Cana was chatting up with Lily, a pilot who just recently graduated from flight school. Even with his big body, Lily seemed to be quite a nice person, sending off a warmth aura around him. Not at all like the last guy that completed the group.

His name is Gajeel. Well, that's what Lily had called him when he scolded him for glaring at Levy when Cana introduced her to the group. The first thing Levy noticed was his toned body and when he crossed his arms over his chest, Levy started to wonder if his black shirt was about to tear apart from the strain his big muscles put on the fabric. Then, she noticed his piercings and she couldn't stop herself when she started to count them in her mind: three above each of his eyes where his eyebrows were supposed to be, two on each side of his nose, two below his lower lip, five on each ear and four studs on each forearm. The third thing about this man that caught Levy's attention were his eyes. Red ruby orbs seemed to pierce into her soul when she crossed her gaze with his. When she realized she had been staring at him for longer than meant to, Levy forced her gaze away from him, blushing from embarrassment at her obviously ogling the man. It didn't go unnoticed by Gajeel who snickered and said "Like what ya see, shortstuff?" That caused her face to flush even more from embarrassment but she managed to make it look like it was out of anger at the nickname.

Gajeel was walking beside Lily, seemingly not interested at all in the conversation between him and Cana, and Levy couldn't help to look over her shoulder directing her eyes to him. There was something incredibly fascinating about this man. Out of everyone from the group, Levy knew the least about him and it just helped to peek up her curiosity. Cana told her that both Lily and Gajeel were also Mexicans and that's as far as she knew about Gajeel. She wondered about him more and more, why does he have so many piercings? What does he like to do? What are his dreams? Levy's mind started to race with lots and lots of questions about the mysterious man that she craved to know more and more. Especially because when she had crossed her eyes with his, her heart started to beat faster in her chest and her stomach did a funny flip that almost got her giggling like a high school girl. Almost. Levy would burn all her books and eat the ashes before she was caught giggling and fawning like a high schooler over some guy. Even when that guy looked like he had been chiseled by gods. Even when his smirk was so goddamn sexy that-

"A picture lasts longer" he said in his gruff voice. Shit! She had been caught staring at him, again. She turned her gaze to the front of the group and tried to ignore the booming laugh he let out at her expense. It hadn't even been more than 15 minutes since she had met the guy and he somehow had managed to embarrass her twice.

His laughing subsided with a loud slap to the back of his head, courtesy of Lily. "Hey! What was that for, Lil'?"

"Come on, Gajeel, play nice" Lily chided.

"Try to flirt like a normal person fer once, Stud Face" Cana commented.

"O-Oi! I ain't flirting!" he exclaimed and Levy could swear she heard his embarrassment in his voice.

She didn't dare to look back, unless she risked to be caught once again staring at him. Instead, Levy looked at Lucy who was on her right and she saw the blonde looking back and smirking. Then, she turned back to Levy and whispered in her ear "He's blushing." Levy giggled and finally took a quick glance at the black haired man that was truthfully blushing while glaring at both Lily and Cana.

Levy had to admit that Gajeel looked cute when flustered. So long, this night seemed to be getting even better.

"So Levy, had ya ever dance bachata before?" Cana asked but Levy barely managed to hear her from all the noise inside the nightclub.

They managed to get inside and secure a table for themselves, which was now full of empty glasses and mugs, mostly thanks to Cana. When the DJ started to play a random bachata song, Juvia convinced/dragged Gray to dance with her on the dance floor. Natsu somehow saw that as a challenge and grabbed Lucy walking quickly to where the other two were. Now, Cana, Lily, Gajeel and Levy were the only ones sitting at the table.

Levy couldn't help but stare at the dance floor, watching all the people dancing. It was a smooth dance, sexy, fiery and so alluring to the eyes of the blue haired girl. It was as if the couples were flirting with their bodies; eyes locked between both of them, girls swaying their hips sexily, guys holding the girls so close to their bodies that they even looked like puzzle pieces fitting together and moving around like one. She couldn't suppress the sudden desire to dance like that, to have someone holding her like she was the sexiest woman in the world, to have someone looking at her like she was the only thing that matter at that moment.

Levy snapped her head back to Cana when she felt her place her hand over her shoulder. "Geez! Stop drooling all over the table. If ya want to dance so bad, go for it" she said louder and closer to Levy's ear so she could hear her.

Levy blushed and laughed sheepishly "Even if I wanted, I can't. I don't know how to dance like that" she pointed to a guy that twirled the girl around and when she was about to get out of his reach, he moved to catch her hand and pulled her back to him.

"Ha! That ain't a problem! Ya see, Lily here is the best teacher ever and Gajeel is quite a good dancer himself when he's not brooding" Cana pointed out to each of them.

"I heard ya, Drunkard!" Gajeel yelled at her over the loud music.

"That was the point, Stud Face! Ha!" Cana turned back to Lily then "Hey Lil', could ya teach Levy the basics of bachata?"

"Sure!" Lily stood up and extended his hand to Levy, which she took eagerly. She was so excited to learn this type of dance. They didn't walk all the way up to the dance floor since it would be easier for Levy to learn in a less crowded space. So, they just took a couple steps away from their table and prepared for dancing.

"Okay, you just follow my lead, alright?" Lily held Levy's right hand in his left and placed his right hand on the small of her back. Levy placed her left hand on Lily's bicep and nodded at him.

Looking down at their feet, Levy tried to follow each of Lily's movements. She took two steps for each sway they did, trying to copy what Lily was doing with his own feet. It didn't matter if it was right, left, back or front; two steps needed to be taken and the direction of the sway was decided by Lily. Still, sometimes she tried to guess where the next sway was directed to and ended up stepping on Lily's foot once or twice... or thrice.

Gajeel laughed loudly whenever Lily would reach down to rub at his almost-impaled foot. Levy felt embarrassed each time and apologized profusely to Lily.

After several attempts on dancing, Levy gave up before she would break any of Lily's toes with her heels. They walked back to the table and sat down with Cana and Gajeel.

Cana patted Levy on her back sympathetically "Don't worry, Lev. No one nails it in the first try" Levy just groaned in annoyance at her clumsiness.

"Hey! I know! Why don't ya try dancing with Gajeel?" Cana suggested and an evil plan started to formulate in her mind.

"Huh? And why him?" Levy asked confusedly.

"Well, he taught Juvia how to dance and as you can see she became quite good at it" Cana pointed to Juvia who was dancing like a professional with Gray. Levy's jaw hung loose in astonishment "Ha! Who could guess that just last night she learned how to do that?"

"What?! She's that good after just one night?!" Levy turned to look at Cana to see if she was bluffing.

"That's right! I tell ya, if anyone can teach you how to dance bachata is Gajeel" Cana said proudly and then turned to shout at Gajeel "Oi, Stud Face! How about ya try to teach Levy how to dance, eh?"

"Eh?! And why the hell would I do that?"

"Well, Levy over here thinks that there's no way ya can be a better dancer or teacher than Lily. I told her ya are and we bet that if ya two can dance one song without her stepping on your foot, she'll pay for the next round of drinks. If ya fail, I'll pay for it. What da ya say?" Levy wailed her hands in front of Cana's face asking her to stop. The brunette gave a quick glance at Gajeel's angry expression and then leaned down to whisper in Levy's ear "Don't worry. He heard nothing about the bet. The idiot always hates when we tell him Lily can best him at anything. Men are so predictable, ha!" she winked.

"So Studds, are ya in or what?" Cana asked Gajeel.

"There's no way in hell Lily can be better than me!" Gajeel roared and stood up angrily "Come on, Shrimp! Time for ya to learn how to dance!" he hauled Levy by her hand up to the dance floor.

"¿Qué estás tramando ahora, Cana? (transl. Cana, what are you scheming up now?)" Lily asked when he scooted closer to the brunette to have a better sight of the two new dancers approaching the dance floor.

"Nada, pero te apuesto una ronda de shots que se besan antes de volver a la mesa (transl. Nothing, but I bet ya the next round of shots that they'll kiss before coming back to the table)" The brunette said and extended her hand to Lily.

"Doblo tu apuesta a que se besan hasta el final de la noche (transl. I double your bet that they'll kiss by the end of the night)" Lily grabbed Cana's hand to seal their deal. Their eyes returned to the two persons involved in their bet.

"Gajeel! Wait a sec, I'm gonna fall!" Levy yelled at him but she was ignored by the big man who kept dragging her to the middle of the dance floor. He stopped when he found an empty space in the dance floor and turned around to hold her the way Lily had held her previously. Though, this time Levy blushed at being held so intimately by Gajeel.

"First rule, Shorty: Don't look at yer feet or ye'll end up tripping. Second: feel the music. Third: follow my lead. Fourth: have fun" Gajeel stated and held her closer to his body. Her torso was just mere inches from his well-toned abdomen and Levy had to use every ounce of will for her hands not to roam all over his body feeling each and every one of his muscles. God, why did he have to be so damn sexy!?

Levy squealed slightly when she felt him placing his leg between hers. It definitely was a very intimate position and Levy couldn't stop the blush that spread through her face. "Relax, this way it's easier for ya to follow my movements" Gajeel said in a somehow calm voice. The tension left Levy's shoulders and she took a deep breath to calm her heart's pounding in her chest.

"Ready?" he asked to which Levy nodded and she placed her hand over his broad shoulder while he held her other hand in his. (A/N You may want to play the song "Propuesta indecente" by Romeo Santos on youtube or something. It makes this part even more sexier)

They started to move at the music's rhythm and Levy found herself doing her best not to look down to her feet. Instead she looked directly to Gajeel's face and soon she was entranced by those ruby eyes that had caught her attention since the first moment she saw them. In her dazed state, she didn't notice when they started to sway from left to right, turning around in perfect synchronization with the music.

She didn't notice either when she started to move her hips to the song's rhythm, in the same motion as Gajeel moved his shoulders. She recognized the song to which they were dancing. It was a popular bachata song and she found it to be a quite enjoyable tune to listen. When she focused in Gajeel's face again she noticed he was having fun. His previous annoyed expression was missing in his face; instead, his features looked relaxed. Levy assumed Gajeel really enjoyed dancing and something inside her fluttered at knowing just a little bit more about him. When the chorus of the song started, Gajeel sang along with it.

Si te invito una copa y me acerco a tu boca Si te robo un besito haz ver que no vas conmigo

Qué dirías si esta noche te seduzco en mi coche Que se empañen los vidrios Y la regla es que goces

Gajeel pushed Levy at arm's length, holding both her hands. Then, while still holding her hands, he pulled one of his hands over his head and placed their linked hands on his shoulder opposite to her position, and his other hand came down to her lower back. Now, they were dancing side by side, still holding hands and swaying left to right without breaking eye contact. He kept singing the chorus and Levy was entranced by his deep and sweet voice.

Si te falto el respeto y luego culpo al alcohol Si levanto tu falda me darías el derecho A medir tu sensatez Poner en juego tu cuerpo Si te parece prudente esta propuesta indecente

He let go of her hand that was over his shoulder and Levy pulled it back sliding it over the back of his neck and over his other shoulder, leaving a tingling sensation in Gajeel's skin where her hand had just been. Then, he used his hand that was on her lower back to twist her around pulling her back to him with a little more force than intended to. She placed her free hand over his chest to steady herself and then they continued dancing to the sound of the music.

They didn't notice that more and more people were looking at them and creating more space for them to dance on the dance floor.

"Yer not bad at this, Shorty" Gajeel started a conversation to distract his mind from the tingling sensation every one of her touches left in his body. God! She felt so good in his arms and every curve of her body seemed to fit perfectly in every dip of his. But the most marvelous thing about this girl were her eyes. Two hazel pools seemed to absorb all the light surrounding them, leaving Gajeel completely blind and befuddled with just a quick glance into them. He began to feel like he was falling for her very quickly, but that was just messed up, wasn't it? He just met her and barely knew anything about her. But something deep inside him was telling him not to let go of her.

"You're not a bad teacher either" Levy complimented. She was so dazzled by the way this man treated her that she just gave up in trying to control the way her heart fluttered when he touched her. The gentleness with which he held her had captured her heart and she soon realized she was falling for him, and falling hard. This was all so new for her; sure, Levy had been attracted to other guys in the past, but not with the intensity she felt towards Gajeel. She couldn't help but crave for more of his touches and she started to wonder whether his lips would be soft if she dared to kiss him.

The music switched to a more smoother tone within the same song and now both Gajeel and Levy started to sing.

How about you and I

Me and you

Bailamos bachata

He pushed her away at arm's length again and pulled one of his arms over her, twirling her in a half-turn and pulling her closer to him again.

Y luego

You and I

Me and you

Terminamos en la cama… Que rico…

Gajeel had his arms on Levy's waist, holding her hands in his. Her arms were crossed over her abdomen and her back was pressed against Gajeel's broad chest. He placed his head over her left shoulder and she kept her gaze fixed on his face. They kept singing while dancing from left to right, swaying their hips in perfect synchrony.

How about you and I,

Me and you

Bailamos bachata

Ayy bailamos bachata…

More and more couples in the dance floor stopped their dancing to look at them. It wasn't that they were dancing spectacularly, but the attraction that could be felt in the atmosphere surrounding them was just so entrancing that their spectators couldn't help but stare at them.

Y luego

You and I

Me and you

Terminamos en la cama… Terminamos en la cama...

Gajeel brought his nose and mouth closer to Levy's exposed shoulder, hovering just inches over her white skin. Her smell was amazing and he took his time to engrave it into his memory. He closed his eyes enjoying her scent and letting himself be surrounded by it.

At the same time, Levy felt a shiver travelled all the way down through her body when Gajeel's hot breath brushed against her skin. She closed her eyes as well, letting herself get lost in the pleasure this man was giving her with just the minimum touch. She instinctively arched her head to the other side to let Gajeel's breath wash over every inch of skin on Levy's neck. She craved more, oh she craved for so much more and the fact that she could still be standing and dancing when she felt so weak on her knees was beyond Levy's comprehension.

The pace of the music started to pick up and so did their movements.

How about it you and I… You and I….

Me and you… Me and you…

You and I… You and I…

Me and you… You…

You and I… You and I…

Me and you

Me and you… Youuu…

With one last sway to the right, Gajeel pulled Levy's hands over her head and turned her around to face him. Without letting go of her hands, he pulled her closer to him and placed her hands behind his head, releasing them slowly to the music's rhythm. She picked up from there and while locking her eyes to his, she slided her hands from the back of his neck down to his shoulders and then to his chest. The movement was slow and sexy and Gajeel used all his willpower not to moan at her caresses. Still, he couldn't help how the hairs in his arms bristled by the excitement this woman was causing in him and he forced himself to place his hands on her waist, even when he wanted to touch her in other places that wouldn't seem appropriate in public.

The music started to subside with the end of the song and Gajeel took hold of Levy's hands one last time and twirled her around. At the last note of the music, he leaned to his side, holding Levy's back with one hand and her right hand with his left one. Levy followed the movement and leaned back letting Gajeel hold her weight with the hand he had on her back. With this position, their faces came closer and closer that his breath was ghosting over hers. If she pushed up the slightest, their lips would meet in the such anticipated kiss. Both of them had their eyes half-lidded and seemed to be in a trance where nothing else existed but them.

They were brought out of their stupor by a loud cheer and catcalls from the people around them. Gajeel and Levy jumped up at the noise and took one step away from the other, blushing profusely when they realized the position they had been just seconds ago. Their audience kept whistling and clapping at them until Gajeel exploded "OH! JUST SHUT THE HELL UP!"

He grabbed Levy's hand and walked hastily back to their table, Levy keept up with the pace of his long strides. Both of them tried very hard to control their thundering hearts. The dance had been simple and smooth, but at the same time, it had been so intimate and passionate for both of them. Levy didn't felt like that at all when she danced with Lily, and Gajeel was sure as hell that he had never felt that way when he had danced with other women in the past. It had been something special, unique, and even when both of them were stubborn, they weren't that stubborn to try to ignore the spark that ignited between them during their dance.

When they returned to the table, Cana was complaining to Lily about something 'not being fair' and that 'they had been this close'. Then she ordered a round of shots for everyone and no one asked anything further.

Levy sat down beside Cana and Gajeel returned to his seat at Lily's right. Both of them tried to look past the embarrassment they felt after their dance, but they found themselves locking their gazes time and time again, which Lily and Cana found to be very amusing.

"Natsu! Be careful! That's my purse!" Lucy shouted at the pink haired guy that was way too excited about the bonfire they just lighted up at the beach.

After they had dance and drink for a couple of hours, the group decided to head out to the beach that was behind Cana's house. Who would have thought that Cana lived in one of the most expensive parts of the city and owned a house with a private beach as the backyard? It was now 4 in the morning and they were seated around the small bonfire, telling jokes and funny stories about everything and anything.

Cana had been nice enough to lend the girls a change of clothes, so now Lucy, Juvia and Levy wore short shorts and plain t-shirts instead of their night dresses, which had been put away in Cana's room along with the girl's shoes. The boys decided to leave their shoes and pants in the house as well, so now Gray, Natsu, Lily and Gajeel were only in their shirts and boxers. They were all sitting comfortable around the bonfire on a couple of beach towels that Cana lent to them.

"Hey Gray! Betcha can't beat me in a race to the water!" Natsu yelled and started to sprint towards the ocean.

"You Flame Brain idiot! As if you could win against me!" Gray also took off quickly, running at high speed after Natsu.

"Gray-sama~! I'll follow you to the end of the world! Nothing will keep us apart my true love!" Juvia exclaimed and took off as well, skipping happily after his loved one.

"Natsu! That's my phone you have in your hand! Give it back you idiot! If you ruin it, you're going to pay for a new one, you hear me?!" Lucy yelled after the pink haired man and ran after him to retrieve her cellphone.

"I'll make sure no one drowns down. That would just ruin our night. Care to join me Cana?" Lily stood up and brushed off the sand from his boxers and extended his hand to Cana.

"Ha! Wouldn't miss the beating Lucy is about to give to Natsu" Cana took Lily's hand and stood up, holding closely one bottle of whiskey. Together, they walked up to the shore calmly, making fun of the four persons that were already knee-deep into the water.

Levy noticed then that she had been left alone with Gajeel, which she didn't minded at all but she soon felt a little awkward since her mind seemed to be blank at trying to find one simple topic for conversation with the man. They were silently watching the embers of the fire and Levy noticed that it wasn't an uncomfortable silence at all. Somehow, she enjoyed the Gajeel's company, even when they didn't have anything to talk about.

"Ya know they did this on purpose right?" Gajeel broke the silence and Levy looked at him questioningly. "Ya don't have to stay here with me if ya don't wanna" he looked away shyly.

"I like your company Gajeel" she replied honestly and he almost got whiplashed from turning his head so fast to look at her.

"R-Really? Well, that's a first…" he scratched the back of his head sheepishly "The only ones that put up with me are Lil' and Drunkard, and I'm pretty sure there must be something wrong with them"

She giggled "That's not true. You seem to get along fine with Natsu, Lucy, Gray and Juvia as well. And even when each of them has their perks, they can't be all crazy, right?" As if on cue, some loud yells were heard from the water and Levy somehow deciphered them.

'Natsu! Give me back my t-shirt! And my bra!'

'Try to catch me, Luce!'

'Gray! Put on your boxers!'

'When did that happened?!'

'Gray-sama~!'

'Haha! Ya owe me a six-pack Lil'. Told ya he'd end up naked before sunrise!'

Levy and Gajeel sweatdropped at their friends' antics. He cleared his throat before continuing with the conversation "Well, I know them just for a couple of days back. Bet they wouldn't stand me for a week"

"I wouldn't mind spending a week with you" Levy paused when she realized she had said that out loud, clear enough for the pierced man to hear her. She blushed intensely and burrowed her face in her hands when Gajeel laughed loudly at her slip of tongue.

"Gihi! Geez, ya don't have to throw yerself at me, Shrimp!" he smirked and laughed again.

"Stupid Gajeel!" she huffed but couldn't stay mad at him for long. His laugh was very unique and it somehow eased down all the embarrassment and anger within Levy.

Gajeel finally calmed down and swiped away an imaginary tear from his eye. "How long have you known Lily and Cana?" she inquired.

"Hmm. I'd known Lil' since I can remember. He had been there for me at every rough time in my life and I couldn't be more grateful for that. About 4 years ago, before he went to flight school and I went to college, we went on a road trip and one of our stops was here, Cancun. That's when we met Drunkard. After that, we have come here once a year to catch up with her" Gajeel smiled at the memory.

"That's nice. It's so good that you have such good friends" she admired the way the light from the bonfire reflected on Gajeel's face and made his piercings shine in the night.

"How about ya? Don't tell me ya came to Cancun all by yerself?"

"Hehe, funny story. I came here with my friends but it ended up being not as I expected it to be" she sighed "That's what happens when you make plans with people you know for barely six months"

"Hey, ya just met all of us tonight and I'm sure ya had fun, right? Ya just got bad luck with yer friends"

Levy smiled at Gajeel "You're right. Thanks" Another comfortable silence passed between both of them.

"And what about yer boyfriend?" Gajeel asked without looking at her

"Huh?"

"Ya know, why didn't ya came here with him?"

"Are you asking me if I have a boyfriend?"

"N-No…J-Just trying to make conversation, that's all" Levy didn't missed the nervousness in his voice but decided to not push it.

"Well, I don't have a boyfriend"

"Good… I-I mean…" he started to sweat from embarrassment. "S-So, would it be okay if I treat ya to lunch? Maybe tomorrow?" he gulped in anticipation at her answer.

Levy stared wide-eyed at him "You're asking me out? Like, out out? Like, out on a date?"

"It doesn't have to be a date if ya don't want to. Besides, yer the one who said ya wouldn't mind spending a week with me" he smirked at her trying to cover up his eagerness to know her answer.

Levy blushed again and cleared her throat before answering him "Sure. I'll love to go out on a date with you" she smiled brightly at him.

"Really?! I-I mean, cool! Then it's set!" he smiled at her as well and soon they looked like two beautiful dorks in love just staring and smiling at each other.

They kept chatting about their lives. She told him about her dream of owning a bookstore and he told her about him wanting to open up his own mechanic workshop. She told him about the day her parents died and he told her how his father raised him all by himself. He told her that one time when he was little he ate a nail, and she confessed to him that the scar on her forehead was caused by a heavy book that landed on her head.

They talked and talked about deep stuff and about everyday shenanigans. Eventually, they laid down on the sand and soon found themselves deep asleep cuddling with each other. The rest of the group made it back from the water after they fell asleep and decided to leave them right there, while they made it back inside Cana's house. Lily snuck out of the house and covered the couple with a blanket before going back inside.

With the first rays of sun hitting her in the face, Levy stirred up from her sleep state and opened up her eyes slowly, just to find herself looking straight into Gajeel's face. He was still asleep and had his arms wrapped around Levy's waist and his legs entangled with hers.

She couldn't hold in the smile that surfaced in her face at remembering everything that happened the night before, everything from their dance to their late-night conversation. With every second that she had spent with this man, Levy found herself falling more in love with him. She gave up on trying to convince herself that his wasn't love and that she was fooling herself for thinking like that, because no one had swept Levy off her feet like Gajeel had in just one night without even trying. If that wasn't love, then Levy had no idea what was it.

She used this moment to appreciate the soft expression in Gajeel's face. He seemed so peaceful at that moment that she couldn't believe this was a man that wore a scowl in his face most of the time. The piercings on his face glinted with the light of the sun and she started to trace each one of them with her index and middle finger.

He stirred in his sleep at her ministrations and soon his eyes blinked slowly, getting rid of the drowsiness. He smiled down at her and locked his gaze with hers. "Morning, Shrimp"

"Morning, Gajeel" she beamed at him and then pushed herself up to a sitting position. He followed her and they stretched their arms and backs getting rid of the stiffness in their muscles.

"Guess the idiots left us out here on our own" Gajeel grunted while folding the blanket.

"Probably" she giggled.

"Come on, Shorty. I'll walk ya to yer hotel. Yer friends are probably wondering where the hell have you been all night" He stood up and held a hand out to her.

"Oh, God! You're totally right! Thanks" she took his hand and stood up as well.

They went inside Cana's house to leave the blanket in the living room and for Levy and Gajeel to grab their clothes before heading out to Levy's hotel. They enjoyed their stroll and kept conversing about anything that came to mind. When they arrived at her hotel, she gave Gajeel her phone number and waved goodbye to him. Before she was out of reach, he pulled her close to him and kissed her on her right cheek.

"That's how we say goodbye here in Mexico" he smirked at her flustered expression but sooner than expected she recovered and she placed one kiss on his cheek as well. Now was Gajeel's turn to blush and she took the opportunity to escape into the building, making her way up to her room.

Before entering the room, she checked her cellphone and indeed found that there were several missed calls and text messages from her friends. She sighed, resigned to be yell at for her recklessness.

She opened the door slowly, trying to be as quiet as possible as to not alert her friends of her arrival, but it was pointless. Once she entered the room, she noticed her three friends standing in the middle of it with angry expressions.

"Hey, girls" she waved at them but it just helped to increase their fury.

"Where were you, Levy!?"

"We were worry sick about you, you know!"

"Why didn't you pick up your cellphone!?"

Levy sat down on the edge of her bed with her friends around her scolding her for going out last night alone and returning home until the early morning. Levy apologized to them and tried to look remorseful about her decision, but deep inside Levy was smiling widely. It had been the best night of her life and if she could, she would do it again.

At that moment, her phone buzzed and she looked at it to see who had send her a message. Her smile appeared on her face when she read it.

Hey :) It's Gajeel

Well, maybe she could repeat what happened last night. She had a whole week ahead of her and she had a date with a sexy, pierced, red-eye, black haired man who couldn't wait even an hour to text her. It would be cruel to make him wait for a reply.

Hi ;)

Oh, yes. Last night couldn't have gone any better and this vacations were just getting started.

AUTHOR NOTES

That's it! I swear that this took me longer that expected but I managed to upload it in time to participate in the warm-up for Gajevy week. Sorry there is no kissing scene (I wanted to write that down but this was going to end up being a 10k fic if I did that; maybe when I find the time I'll come back here and add that scene)

I really loved the brotp between Cana and Levy (Cana is just too fun to write!) And the dance scene between Levy and Gajeel got me so worked up! O/O I know it's silly but I'm Mexican and for us is like a huge turn on to feel that spark when you're dancing sexy latin music with a sexy boy.

I feel like I slacked a little bit at the end of the story, but it was past 2 in the morning and I had work the next day. Sorry for that hehe.

Thanks for reading and I'll appreciate any review you want to leave me!

WTF (Where'sTheFood)

[survivor-kalymnos]

Ep. 8 - “I’m not sure if I’m just in a really good place or if I’m a clown.” - Michele

Michele

I’m completely blindsided about getting zero votes.....like I thought all of Eliza’s votes were coming my way. Can’t wait to live another day

Sasha

fuck me running. that's it. that's the confession.

Lenny

Okay. Like wut? So elle did that and I was shook. She probably has another one. Given her performance in the game. Then Rain tells me that they don’t actually have an idol. Just took two tylenol. Hopefully this headache from this round goes away soon so I can be fresh for tomorrow

Sasha

I honestly should've just voted van out because I agree with the reasons that cranjes and dusty turned on him for, but I before I thought about it too much I told van I'd vote for him even though I knew it wasn't a good idea and I didn't want to go back on it because I was a Rat in the second to last game I was playing and I didn't want to tell van I'd vote with him and then vote for him and look where the fuck that got me

Sasha

also I voted with van because he was one of the only people who would substantially fucking interact with me this round but anyway. like shit, y'all, some of y'all could've done more than the blandest small talk, okay?? (and yeah, I could've too but it's not like they gave me much to work with)

Sasha

on a calmer note, why the hell am I letting myself get this worked up when two rounds ago I could barely be assed to make a single confession

Dusty

Tribal went well! We flushed out Elle's idol, and in turn pissed off Elle and Sasha. Especially Sasha. Ive tried explaining to them but they're just getting more upset, so I'm just going to let it be until the next time i need to talk to them!

Frank

I’m fucking pissed about tribal last night. Like I was not in the majority plan and people who I thought were my allies felt like they didn’t need to tell me what was happening and also just not go with a smart plan and get rid of someone who wants you out, instead they got rid of their own ally like idiots. I swear Cranjes and dusty are some of the worst players because they would rather keep people against them then those with them and that’s just ridiculous. And now Van and Elle are gone, two people I could actually trust so my game is quickly going down the drain. I have to move forward strong though because I can’t afford to do anything else.

cranjes

people are mad at me that i flipped on van. to that i say, oh well. it’s the game. i’m not comfortable with my position in the game but i know there are people with bigger targets of my back then i have. my job now is to amplify those targets.

Michele

Submitting this on our off day. I think getting rid of Elle was the right move, and really drives in that actions have consequences. Enjoying this do nothing day by submitting my application for The Circle and reading a book.

Sasha

I love doing touchy subjects when I don't know shit about shit

cranjes

i just have to figure out how to get through this round completely unscathed. i know making the jump last tribal really put that blinking “hello the bitch is playing” radar on my back and it makes me nervous as all hell. i was between a rock and a hard place and i jumped to the side that had my back more in the long run. seeing how elle just vanished i think i made a good choice although that was a different sorta situation. however, i know sasha is scorned. i also know that rain knows that we were going to vote em out before van went like super name jumpy. both are a threat to my game because they recognize the fact that i wronged them somehow in someway. i need to stick with the franco’s and the dustys and the elizas because they are threats. i’m not gonna look as menacing beside them as i would beside worm or sasha. so idk what i’m gonna do this round.

Dusty

So with Van gone and Elle leaving the game the trains demeanor has shifted. People are aware somewhat of whos working with who. And from my view I see sasha and frank the most distant. They were both very upset about the last tribal. Which you think would mean oh easy let’s take out of them no worries. Buuut my good buddy Cranjes told me that Frank has an idol! So we just vote Sasha! But what if he catches on, and because they only have each other, it’s likely he would use an idol. Also I found a cursed idol in the hunt and to get rid of the disadvantage i decided to tell the whole tribe. So everyone knows I have an idol and in the challenge I was voted a much player than everyone realizes. So I will be watching my back twice as hard this week! Thankfully me and Eliza have the super idol in our back pocket. I’ve also been talking to Lenny rain and worm to get closer with them. I need their votes this week in order to take out sasha or frank, possibly with a split vote. But i do really like each of them and would like to work with them moving forward but unsure how long I can do that without setting off Eliza Franco and Cranjes against me

Michele

I WON TOUCHY SUBJECTS!?!?!?!?!

Michele

This game is playing out like a Best Friends Race. I’m not sure if I’m just in a really good place or if I’m a clown. Cranjes is growing on me a lot and my main targets are frank sasha and newly lenny. Also I think I have Timmy narrowed down to worm or frank but I hope hes frank bc I wanna beat him(timmy) and I’m not losing to frank haha. Would be awkward if hes worm because I consider Worm one of my closest allies. Glad I have a little bit of a break for now to play around.

cranjes

i just have to figure out how to get through this round completely unscathed. i know making the jump last tribal really put that blinking “hello the bitch is playing” radar on my back and it makes me nervous as all hell. i was between a rock and a hard place and i jumped to the side that had my back more in the long run. seeing how elle just vanished i think i made a good choice although that was a different sorta situation. however, i know sasha is scorned. i also know that rain knows that we were going to vote em out before van went like super name jumpy. both are a threat to my game because they recognize the fact that i wronged them somehow in someway. i need to stick with the franco’s and the dustys and the elizas because they are threats. i’m not gonna look as menacing beside them as i would beside worm or sasha. so idk what i’m gonna do this round.

cranjes

so the plan is to split the vote between frank and sasha. i need frank here. so i told frank to play his idol for himself. i know frank would be on my side. sasha would not. so i’m keeping frank and yeeting sasha. although my alliance wants frank out. scandalous.

Franco

touchy subjects is so fun. i've never gotten villain of the season so that's new for me. I also got both "who thinks they're running the game" and "who's ACTUALLY running the game" so that's pretty iconic. I thought this round was gonna be easy and chill, because last round was absolutely batshit insane. BUT i thought wrong!! miss eliza has a crackhead plan that I'm kinda living for!! She wants Cranjes out, which I?? am scared of but I like. he's so scary in this game. he seems way too comfortable and sure that he's gonna get what he wants. i'm also still shook up by our argument last round. I'm not convinced he's not still trying to get me out soon. sO! We set up a fake plan with Cranjes and Dusty to split votes on Sasha and Frank. Those are the public targets everyone knows about. BUT. There's a secret plan for me, eliza, Rain, and Worm to vote Cranjes out instead. Splitting the votes makes it easier for us to get that majority we need without letting too many people in on the plan and risking a rat. so yeah! exciting! stay tuned!

franco

OH ALSO I THINK I FORGOT TO WRITE A CONFESSIONAL ABOUT MY IDOL??? yeah i found another idol hehe. SO. There's so many damn idols. Cranjes has one, Dusty has one, I have one, Frank has one, I have a legacy advantage, and Eliza/Dusty has a super idol. jay why are u like this

cranjes

so the plan is to split the vote between frank and sasha. i need frank here. so i told frank to play his idol for himself. i know frank would be on my side. sasha would not. so i’m keeping frank and yeeting sasha. although my alliance wants frank out. scandalous.

Frank

I’ve been hearing that my name is going around so womp. Cranjes is definitely actively working with Eliza and Franco as well as dusty and those people are gonna end up with a majority soon because people trust them even though they’re the biggest threats. I’m voting Franco tonight and going to try to make sure he goes. I’m gonna talk to Sasha since their name is also going around and I want them to be safe as well.

Eliza

Dear diary... After talking to cranjes a bit more I’m 99% sure I clocked him, but speaking of cranjes he has far too much control in the game right now. He wants to do a 5-3-2 split on frank and Sasha and then whoever they voted for. Well I put together a group of four and got numbers lined up to make a 4-3-2-1 split with cran going home. The group is rain, me, Franco, and worm. I think that this is best especially since our group of four is all close with different people so we get intel from all sides! I’ll fill in more details later

Worm

So I think it's time to let you into the mind of a worm. So these last few days have kind have been an eye opening experience since we've merged. Because the last few days have been kind of chill so people are really gonna try to keep up with relationships that they want to go deep with. That means that people you aren't really wanting to work with aren't gonna be at the forefront of your mind. The only reason I'm saying that is because during the time between Van leaving and the results of the immunity challenge, no one has really reached out to connect with me, only me to them. It lets me know that I'm not really anyone number or really even anyone's number 2. I think in most of their eyes I'm just a loyal number that they can us to get majority and make big moves. Which I'm okay with right now. This point in merge is usually the point where larger threats go after one another to try and gain control of the game. With me not coming off as a power player then I'm gonna us that to my advantage and integrate myself into peoples plans more. Eliza came to me today and told me that she wants herself, me, Rain, and Franco to vote Cranjes. I'm totally okay with this cause I was saying his name last round and Eliza confirmed my thought of him ignoring people that he doesn't want to work with. I think anyone that is doing this strategy is just shooting themselves in the foot so I'm happy that its the reason why he is getting out. The alliance between the four of us (the Plastics) is something I'm not sure about in the long run. I know that being in a tight 4 person alliance is probably the best thing for me right now but I know all for of them hold more power in this game than I do and have a great chance of winning. My plan is to stick it out with them this round cause I know by us going against the original plan they are gonna piss people off like Lenny and Michele. I think they are looking too far ahead and are gonna harm their games socially. I want to emphasize the crack at final 8 or 7 and start knocking the three of them out. I have info on all three of them that I think would get people to mistrust them and vote them out. I kind of want to have Michele be the head of the snake during that so then she becomes a target and gets taken out before final 3. I know Franco keeps preaching that we need to take out the people that he sees as sheep/coasters/goats (like Sasha and Frank), but what I've learned through orgs is that whenever a role like a goat or a threat is taken out a new one is going to take there place. If I go along with all their plans then i feel like I'm going to fall into that role of a goat. I have suspected the three of them being close from the very beginning so being in alliance with them has risen my suspicions to basically fact. I think they think I don't know what they are trying to do but this isn't my first org. I just want them to keep thinking the are pulling the wool over my eyes, but reality I'm a wolf in worm's clothing.

Sasha

Frank says that people are trying to split the vote between him and me, which the split is probably just idol paranoia. I don’t really give a shit how it plays out tbh. I haven’t really talked to others about the vote, and honestly why should I at this point. I don’t know how to salvage my standing in this game at this point so someone vote me out and be done with it

Michele

Eliza and Dusty i think organized this vote but hey no harm to me Rain- Elle was removed for sending triggering+r rated messages to the tribe chat for the challenge as well as violating the Jordan pines clause. - This is good, because I was going to flip on her anyway. - Touchy subjects time! I tie for winner, but random.org chooses Michele. Yay Michele! - Cranjes thinks the vote will be 5-3-1 frank-Sasha-??? -Vote should actually be 4-3-2-1 if it goes to plan, which I double it will, sending Cranjes home I don’t trust Michele. Also I got most likely to be betrayed by my allies? Yikes. Can’t trust anyone.

cranjes

sasha just makes me nervous. idk what it is. like i’m convinced they have some master manipulator plan hidden and on file waiting to strike us down. at least i know that if idols fly it’s gonna be franco’s name? i hope at least. idk.

Eliza

Dear diary... I lied, details won’t be coming later this round. They will be coming next round tho

cranjes

sasha just makes me nervous. idk what it is. like i’m convinced they have some master manipulator plan hidden and on file waiting to strike us down. at least i know that if idols fly it’s gonna be franco’s name? i hope at least. idk.

lenny

For touchy subjects, I was given  “who is on the bottom but doesn’t know it?” and I too, voted that people saw me that way. That doesn’t necessarily mean I agree. I am being very intentional with my game but I am getting nervous because that makes me an easy target. I hope I can try and get more allies, but seeing how popular Eliza and some others are in the game, I am not feeling to good about it. I've just been trying to be low-key but I think people are mistaking that for weakness. I don't know how to change their minds. Especially with the OGNera people, I think once they tried to vote me out the first time, they are probably really confident that they can do it again and I think they know I feel that way. It is not a pleasant feeling because I've worked super hard to stay in and be a good ally, but I don't really know if people really respect me as a player. I guess I am just feeling a little lack of confidence this round :/

Dusty

The plan is a split vote between Sasha and frank. But as always I’m nervous there will be a flip. Let’s hope it goes well!

Lenny

Probably going to get sent home :(

[survivor-kalymnos]

Ep. 3 - “They gotta realize that we are running shit here!!” - Franaco

Elle

The plan went off without a hitch. Now that Frank is gone, Sasha is the clearest person to be next on my alliance's radar because they are the least active out of themselves and Maxyne. Plus, I like Maxyne so I want to do everything that I can to keep them in this game. I hope it does not come down to the alliance of 6 versus Maxyne because I do not want to send Maxyne home. I hope that situation will not be something that we have to do deal with. For now, I want everyone to get along and win this next challenge which I have faith in our tribe in.

Elle

Sometimes it sucks not being me because now I cannot dictate my whole tribe on the timing of the challenge. I would like to know when the challenge is being done because I want to actually win it. Also, why did Van disappear off the face of the Earth? I am literally so fucking frustrated with this entire tribe. Could you guys please get your shit together? I am begging you!!!! At the very least we have an easy vote out next tribal in the form of Sasha. I do not think anyone is really aligned with them, so I think they would be an easy vote off. I just do not want to have to vote out Maxyne any time soon and going to tribal increases those odds tenfold. I cannot be the guesser because I am bad at it, but if you are going to volunteer for a position then at least have the decency to tell us your availability. God.

Michele

Finding nemo...more like finding gregg

Rain

So! I just participated in immunity for the round. I will say... knowing that I was kinda at the whim of the people whether I got things right or not? Feels fucking great. I can’t be to blame if we lose. Only everyone else for saying forbidden words. APPARENTLY Lenny is already planting seeds of vote Gregg out which, as I mentioned in my last confession, I wouldn’t be horridly upset about. To ice the cake, Gregg wasn’t super around for the challenge, so... womp womp. I’m super happy with the names alliance - it’s just 4 pals vibing, bullying each other lightly. Out of the four, id probably say Franco is my favorite? We just mesh the most. I wouldn’t hate having a finale pact with them but it’s WAY too early game to talk about that outside of this safe little box. See you after results!

Tristin

So I hope we can win the challenge!! I tried really hard but I threw out some of disallowed words and got our tribe some negative points! I think that Rain was a great guesser and did some good work because I would have flopped lol.

Franco

Taboo is my new fave survivor challenge. That shit was so chaotic. But also so fun. Lenny is now planting seeds about Gregg not participating and sis.... that's just tea. Gregg hasn't been around a lot and doesn't seem like mUCH of a team player. I'm sure if we lose we're going to have another unanimous vote against him. But Lenny was also planting seeds about Rain round 1, so we'll see what comes to fruition! Either way Lenny is planting seeds and I am LIVING for it. 

Lenny

Okay so gregg did not contribute at all to that challege. Did you think I wouldn’t notice? Communication is everything when it comes to this game. If you choose to or not to, says a lot about you as a player. I’ve been intentional with how much I’ve interjected or shared. Now I am deciding if I want to make alliances this week.

elle

My tribe has to be a little dumb because we had three instances of illegal words. My eyes are rolling so hard. It ain't that hard to not use a word jeez

cranjes

i swear to god if there’s a swap and i get swapfucked at least i have my idol. i like my 6 person alliance and i hope that we survive whatever is gonna happen

Franco

we lost :( sad :( oh well I actually don't care. I'm almost certain I'm not in any danger, I have strong connections with the tribe and I feel like this vote should be another unanimous one. Everything is falling into place. Gregg should be the vote and literally everyone else has said that. I'm starting to get bored in this game, but I gotta calm down. When I get bored I get messy, and I'm in such a good place in this game I can't afford that right now. I'm just gonna chill with the strategy stuff and try to establish more prominent social connections, that will calm down my need to do something

Dusty

Holy shit we just killed that challenge!! I volunteered to be the guesser,  and it looks like my Catchphrase skills have finally payed off. I think that after this tribal there will be a swap, which should be nervewracking but im ready to take this on! I need some more excitement in this game. Right now i feel the best with Erick, Cranjes, and Fae. Going into a swap or expansion our tribe has higher odds of being in majority on each tribe, so i am not too nervous. I've still got my half of the super idol that Erick gave to me, so we have to scout out now for who might have it. Me and erick spoke and i think we are both willing to work with the other tribe if it means being on the side with the super idol power.

Elle

Sasha is a very hard person to socialize with. It is as if no matter what I say they will always just respond with one or two words. They never start conversations, only finish them with their short and curt responses. That attribute could be useful as a goat later on, but I am just having a hard time justifying working with them when I have a solid alliance and actually fun conversations with other people. They could be an easy vote no matter what tribe I am on, however. This is important because I feel that there is a swap coming soon. This scares me because my game right now is very much on the social aspect which takes time and effort. I would need someone really inactive or really bad at challenges on my tribe to have guaranteed safety in a tribal council on a swapped tribe. I just hope that my tribe has majority in OG Plati members when I swap does come.

Fae

A lot happened. We won the challenge Someone found out that the idol has been found (although that was last round lol) I told none of them it was me because I honestly don’t trust anyone. Haha I love trust issues. Probably a swap next round. Ooo almost put the wrong round. Haha 

cranjes

dusty raised concerns about van and honestly i feel the same. van is very like shallow in conversation and is loyal to the six for now, but definitely has further plans that don’t involve us all in them.

Franco

So Eliza and I were talking, and being the Survivor Social and Strategic Superstars that we are, decided itd be smart to split votes this round. If gregg has an idol we don't want him deciding who goes to redemption. We have a clear unanimous tribe consensus and majority, why not split votes? Right? Makes sense? Very obvious survivor strategy? Yes? Then? Why are? Rain and michele? Not understand?? Ing?? Why?? We wanna split?? Votes?? It just makes sense!! It's obvious!! Rain is scared of overplaying and ruffling feathers but..... We literally have a clear majority. They gotta realize that we are running shit here!! We are not putting ourselves at risk, its just a safety net!! 

Eliza

Dear diary... So we lost, am I surprised? Absolutely not, but shit happens. So obviously we all want gregg, Gregg didn’t help in the challenge as much as everyone else and no one really has any relationships or connections with them. But the weird thing is, this vote feels too easy, not the good kind of too easy where everyone agrees and all that’s left is the person trying to save themselves, no. Gregg disappears from dms when tribal is brought up and is very calm, they haven’t thrown out names or anything, just kinda there and it’s stressing Franco and I out because on top of that Rain AND Worm both said that there’s an empty spot in idol hunt cause someone found something, I’m right with people but wouldn’t be surprised if someone had something and didn’t tell me. But I think it’s very likely that the reason gregg is calm is cause he has an idol, Franco and I then decided that because we have numbers and would like some reassurance us two would throw our votes on Lenny, making it a 5-2-1 vote so that way if gregg plays an idol he doesn’t get the sole vote deciding who leaves, look. I love lenny, she’s very sweet but I’d rather her than someone in the Elizance (rain renamed it). We Franco and I brought up the idea (without making it seem like we had already decided on it) rain for some reason really was against it, Franco and I had no clue why and we still have no clue why, I mean we have numbers so we might as well split vote while we can. The worst think that could happen is if gregg doesn’t have an idol and that’s not even a bad thing???? Like we don’t get why rain is so adamant about it being a 7-1 vote, but there’s something about how stubborn they are about it that I just can’t trust.

Van

We won the challenge! I feel bad that I wasn’t able to participate very much because of my appointment, but I’m still proud of my tribe! However, Jay’s last line about making sure you’re around after tribal is sketchy to me. With Jay as a host, you never know what’s going to happen.

Rain

We lost immunity. Immediately after - and even, per my last confession, before results - Gregg’s name was coming out. And we lost, so people jumped on that boat. My GENIUS allies (Recap: Elizance - Eliza, Franco, Michelle, and moi) are like “Mmm, the inactive going home feels too easy.” And to be fair, they’re right! I am an anxious bitch! So we’re attempting a 5-2-1, in case gregg pulls an idol. But here’s my thing. EVERYONE is pushing Gregg. Lenny especially. I wouldn’t be surprised if: -Someone in my alliance is a liar and they’re sending either myself or Michele home with the help of Lenny, Tristan, Worm and Gregg (Eliza and Franco, ily, but y’all volunteered to vote for Lenny) - Lenny, Gregg, and two mysterious others are working together and by splitting our vote we are fucking one of our own home - Everyone pulls an idol and we all go to rocks!!! Because rocks love me!!!!! What can I say? I am anxious. It won’t be over until it’s over, and until then, imma keep taking my pepacid, thanks. 

RAin

So! I know I just confessed, but I’m here again. I had a REALLY good conversation with Worm tonight! We’d been sort of playing notification tag and FINALLY we chatted and we actually connected. I’m super sus at everyone being like “owo I want us to move forward in this game together owo” but I’m not gonna complain until like, I actually get voted off. I don’t want to be seen as a threat. But I think I can hide behind Franco and Eliza for now- they will be early winners picks, I’m certain, but I bet they’ll be mid merge. People will see they’re threats from their social and challenge ability and it’s bye bye birdie!!! I’m thinking too much for round 2. But yeah. TL;DR - Worm and I are pals; I trust nobody; I will absolutely flip on my main allies. 

Elle

I am not particularly interested in searching the other tribe's idol hunt because I do not want to draw suspicion towards me. But, there is probably nothing left for me in my tribe's idol hunt because someone has already found the idol probably. Who knows? Maybe I will find an extra vote or something.

lenny

if Gregg goes tonight, that is my doing. I think I've been playing a social game (maybe under the radar, maybe not). After the challenge yesterday, I immediately messaged most of the tribe and was like "is Gregg still playing? I didn't really see them contribute."  Hopefully, this read as genuine to my tribemates. But, really, I knew the answer to my own question and was trying to set Gregg up as a target for tonight.  From my understanding, most people are voting out him. Outside of this game, I really hope Gregg is doing okay because he has not been speaking or online much. Sending well wishes to him. Unfortunately, this is survivor and I came here to PLAY.

cranjes

kinda wanna be a snake and blindside van somehow bc no talk talk to alliance members means snuff snuff of the torch 

Worm

So this round is a very interesting one because of the possibility of a looming swap is weighing on everyone's minds. For me, this possibility does streamline my decision making in this point of the game to make choices that will keep as many people on my side. Everyday this game goes on more and more people tell me that the want to work with me in this game. I might not be in any tight alliances yet but all I need is people wanting to work with me and give me information for me to navigate successfully through this game. Gregg being the vote this round does make me kind of sad. I feel like the two of us were growing closer but when someone isn't creating connections with anyone else then it makes it difficult for people to not vote for you in this point of the game. So my plan is just to bunker down and vote with the majority with the hope of a swap happening soon. What has  me concerned is that Franco and Eliza want to split the vote and have the two of vote for Lenny. I know they are both are worried that Gregg has an idol and that has them freaking out. I think the only reason that I'm not worried about it is that I don't he would even throw a vote on me so I feel like I would be safe no matter what. I told Franco that he should do it and not tell Lenny with the idea that it is better to ask for forgive than it is for permission. I hope he does this so it stirs the pot up and creates some tension between them and keeps me out of the spot light. I,m just wish that there is a swap soon.  I want more options in this game and feel as though I have the ability to maneuver through it better.

Tristin

https://youtu.be/9gGxirhL-dk

Rain

So I just had a good, long chat with Gregg. I’m not changing my vote, but I feel more connected to it now, and tbh I feel more certain that whoever he votes for won’t be me. Sorry to my allies - I told him he was getting votes tonight, if he has an idol we have a plan. If he doesn’t then at least someone told him and he doesn’t feel like nobody cared. I genuinely hope he does well on redemption - I think with the good rapport, we could work together if he does. I feel bad. But hopefully everything goes to plan. 

Maxyne

Okay so, I'm a whole idiot and half. I feel like I'm lowkey falling apart and it all my fault. First of all, the idol hunt was a mess. Just as I predicted someone found the fucking idol and I was too late. I knew everyone was fucking lying when everyone was like "oh boo hoo I'm so bad at this" girl shut the fuck up. You're appropriating my culture of someone who is ACTUALLY a fuck-up. Everyone here is mad fake on this shit and I fuckin knew they would be. YES I KNOW IT'S AN ALIAS GAME THAT'S NOT THE POINT! The point is that once again I was stupid enough to have hope when I should've not even bothered after the second round. Someone always finds the idol within the first day and the hosts just watch my dumbass run around thinking I have a chance, i truly hate it here. Not to mention them nosy bitches on the other tribe lookin through our shit which I still don't know how they did so I'm probably never gonna figure it out and when I do it'll be too late. I'm legit upset like why am I such a flop??? Anyways... My tribe won immunity recently so there's no need to scramble this round. Although I feel like I still really need to work on my social game. Recently, I've sort of receded a bit in terms of interactions. I think it might be because of the fact that I'm in self isolation and I have no where to go. Also I'm generally kind of avoiding everything right now. idk why but I am and i hate it. I need to start shining again. Also the announcement about how we all should be online for the tribal... we're all speculating that it's a swap and that's what I'm expecting. But I think we might swap and have a one world scenario. It was in the rules that it might be a possibility and with people searching each other's tribes for idols, I think a one world swap might be expected at this point. Who knows, I might be wrong, I usually am about everything :/

maynor

Jay. Eliza is ellie. :p time for me to die.

cranjes

can someone beat frank k thanks