#i won't be able to continue this til next week

[secretdazedragon]

Guess who's being yelled at

[kinardsevan]

im just curious, what are your thoughts about finishing your fics? i know right now it probably seems impossible as it does reading them, but just wondering. your writing is so good & i love it so much 💙 do whatever works for you, just was wondering 🫶🏻

i was actually planning to address this ❤️💙

So. Here's my current mindset:

I did start a fix-it fic last night. I have another idea swirling around in my head atm for another version of one. My brain is at this point quite literally wired to create. (Even if I'm only doing ceramics and painting this semester 😛). Those will get finished.

-Empty Bones will continue to see updates. Especially with my need to put the icky feelings somewhere. I'd be lying to you if I said I haven't considered writing another whump fic solely based off of Tommy really fucking shit up for us all last night. But that idea may live in my head (or on my hard drive for a while). I don't know how often they'll come, but they'll still come.

-the devil doesn't bargain has always had plans to get wrapped. i just need to find the time (and creative outlet) to do so. I know where it goes and how it ends, it's just getting there.

-never til now... right now I don't have an answer for that.

But I'm not stupid. I know why you're asking.

ANEURYSM FIC:

so I'm not going to lie. I haven't written much on it in weeks, solely because of the amount of work that goes into it. I know where the next scene that's been in my head for a few weeks goes, I just haven't actually gotten to putting it down. I went through a stretch in the past few weeks where I worked or was at school for 24 days straight and barely wrote during that time. As it sits at this moment, chapter six is just under 11.5k. I view it as reaching roughly 20, possibly 25.

the problem lies in the fact that the end of this story is so FUCKING happy. when I tell you I already have part of the wedding night written and all the emotion that goes into it... there's so much work and thought put into it, but right now, if I'm being honest with you... finishing aneurysm fic might not happen. this week was already gutting me before the show aired last night, and that really felt like being kicked while so many of us were already down. so to that end, I really struggle to be able to find a way to want to touch it when it really requires me to tap into a certain part of my creativity that feels really broken right now.

I know some of my friends have said that they're done, and that they're not going to finish their stories, or have even posted what they had written so far. that's fair and valid. i won't be doing that, at least not right away. i will work to finish them as long as there's an audience who wants to see them come to fruition. I really want to believe in the part of fandom that says that it's more than just when a couple is together on screen, and that there will be people who continue to write bucktommy because I truly do enjoy doing so, and I enjoy reading it. This couple brought me back to fandom and fanfiction in a big way, and right now I can at least tell you that I'm not done with it. I don't know how long it will take to roll out updates, or what happens with my relationship to the show, but I know that much.

[scarletsaphire]

5 Gray Ghost

5- Morning Kisses

Danny heard the soft sound of Valerie's hoverboard approaching where he lay. He didn't react.

"You know, I should chase you away right now," she said as she came to a stop next to him. 

He heard the sound of her boots hitting the stone roof, walking over to him. He waited til she was next to him to talk. "Yeah, but you won't."

There was a moment of silence. Danny could imagine the conflicted face she'd be making under her visor if he opened his eyes. The wind rushed over him as she fell to the ground with a soft thud. "You're making me go soft, ghost boy."

Danny allowed himself a small victory smile. "Maybe you're just soft in general."

"You take that back," Valerie said. "Or I'll have to make you."

"Hm, no. You're welcome to try and change my mind. I'll pencil a fight to the after death next week, 4:35?"

Valerie snorted, and Danny let his smile grow wider. He still didn't open his eyes. "You really haven't changed, have you?"

"You should know by now, ghosts don't change."

There was the sound of air releasing. He recognized it, though not from Valerie. It was the same sound that happened when astronauts took off their helmets and the pressure released. That was odd. Valerie always tried to avoid taking the helmet off around ghosts.

"Maybe not," Valerie said, her voice clearer now that it was open to the air. Danny could see her face in his eyes, bathed in the morning twilight, the sun still not quite visible over the horizon. "But you do."

"Are you saying I'm special?" Danny asked. "I'm flattered."

"Yes, Danny. I do think you're special." That got him to open his eyes. She never called him Danny like this, only ever Phantom. He opened them to find her face, just as he'd imagined it, staring at him intently. She smiled at him, but continued before he could say anything. "I have for a while now, you know? Not since I met you, of course. But you already know that. When I first met you, I was a stuck up brat who couldn't imagine not having everything served on a silver platter."

She turned away from him, watching as the sun continued climbing into the sky. "And then, when I met you again, I hated you. I hated you so, so much. You knew that too. I certainly never tried to hide it."

"Valerie, what-" She raised her hand and cut him off.

"You never cared about that. Any of that. You still dated me anyway, even when I was trying to end you." Danny's breathing was naturally shallow whenever he was in his ghost form, but Valerie's statement made it even more so. "That was the hardest thing for me to understand, once I made the connection. Why would you give me the chance? I wasn't a nice person, in or out of the suit. I still don't really think I am. So, Daniel Fenton, why did you give me the chance?"

She turned to look at him, and the few words he'd been able to retain vanished when her eyes met his. Valerie seemed content to wait for his answer, simply watching as he opened and closed his mouth like a fish out of water. It took longer than he'd care to admit to string together a sentence. "You were working so hard," he said. "Not only to support you and your father, but also because you didn't want to let anyone else go through what you had. And you may not have been nice, but you are good. And I think you're nice now."

Valerie nodded slowly. "And if I asked for another?"

"Another what?"

"Another chance. This time with no secrets between us. One more chance to not mess it up like I did last time."

Danny's mouth fell open again. He'd imagined telling Valerie, or Valerie figuring everything out, plenty of different times and in plenty of different ways. Even the best case scenarios involved anger, or betrayal, or hurt in at least some way. This was more than he'd ever hoped for.

It was instinct that made him lean forward. He hoped it was for Valerie too, because he saw her leaning forward before he shut his eyes again. With the golden light of the sun finally crossing the horizon, shining on their faces as they kissed, Danny could only hope that Valerie took it as the chance it was.

[calamitaswrath]

Cal Lucia plays Fire Emblem Path of Radiance: Chapter 16

Oh damn, I know that track from Smash! Quite the deep cut though to have a random character theme in there, hah.

Pretty rich of Ike to call out Tormod for speaking out of line in front of Sanaki. But, I suppose it also shows a bit of growth, in that he is now more familiar with this world, so I suppose we can let this one slide.

Ahh, so Ike did put two and two together! That's good. He really would have been a bit dense if after all this, he couldn't figure out what those "merchants" were all about. But considering that he's not taking the credit for working this out, the jury on him personally is still out.

Well then, let's look at the base conversations. Only two this time around, hm.

The conversation with Muasir and Tormod. . . well, now there's some heavy stuff. Pretty interesting to read, even if there is not much for me to actually comment on with it.

Stefan's - pfft, what a way to start it. Even Ike's confused where this guy came from. But he offers to teach Ike, and I get a skill out of it, so that's neat. I gotta admit that I haven't really used many of these skills yet, because I'm just not sure which skill to best put on which character, hah.

Got some more support conversations that I wanted to look at! Jill and Mist's is once again short, but it is rather sweet. Ike and Soren's on the other hand. . . well, that's not what I would have expected from a glance into his backstory.

Dumped a whole bunch of bexp into Mist, got her to level 17, and then promoted her, just so that she can do something.

. . .What do you mean, she uses swords now and not magic

Well, off to the actual map. And I really do like the setup for this one! Sneaking into a nobleman's manor for a search is definitely a unique setup for a Fire Emblem map.

Though in terms of gameplay, I have to say that this linear type of map really doesn't play well with anybody but mounted units. I still brought a bunch of unmounted ones, but they are not having a good time.

Huh, I guess all my resetting for good level-ups with Mist did actually pay off. She does have a respectable enough attack stat now, allowing her to do actual damage with a sword to enemies. That's neat.

New character with Devdan! With him. . . well, I think I've seen his design before at least, but not much beyond that. It is a good design though, and he seems like a fun enough guy.

The requirement for maximum bonus experience on this map was eight turns, which. . . yeah, no. I beat the map in 15. I wanted that treasure, and played things a bit carefully, so I guess that was to be expected.

And Reyson is goneson. That whole scene was a bit weirdly resolved, though - neither Oliver nor Reyson leaving was really shown, but I suppose that wasn't really necessary in the end.

And here we go, getting filled in on the massacre of Serene's Forest. And, uh. . . kinda eyebrow-raising that this website is named after that place? But I suppose I can somewhat see it.

Also oof @ Nasir throwing that subtle shade at Sanaki by saying that the empress from 20 years ago was greater than any before or since

I do have to wonder a bit about Sanaki, though. Is she the granddaughter of that empress? Because unless we have a "looks like a child but is actually far older" deal going on, she can't be the daughter of that empress.

Urgh, tough spot to have to stop, though. I do already know that the next two chapters will need to be beaten back-to-back, and the story is going interesting places right now. . . but, I won't actually be able to play for two weeks, since I'll be gone til the 21st from this Wednesday, and I won't really have the time to continue playing before that. But I guess that gives me time to let the story thus far sink in.

[yamatossideboob]

ONE PIECE 1119 Spoilers!

This week's namedrops:

Blame not the child for the sins of the father, Yamato. Children copy the transphobia of their parents, they can learn!

Ough... does Kaku mean to cover for Stussy by telling Lucci she's been killed?

Nika Bonney is so cute look how stoked she issssssss T^T

Love the giants going NIKAAAA 💚💚💚💚💚 ditto the Marines, I guess this really is their first time seeing him in Nika forme huh

I fucking love this idea of Luffy's so much. He's being smart! Since he can't (yet) harm them in any way that matters, he just removes them from play! I fucking LAUGHED when I read this omg

Franky I feel I should be appalled at your eagerness to pummel your captain but ykw I've seen what Luffy can do too, he can take it and stress relief is important

YOU CAN DANCE LATER GIANT LADS GET CRACKING WITH THAT GIANT FIRE EXTINGUISHER

Bonney confirmed haki user? 👀

god Mars is going to be SEETHING after this, he got dispatched like a fucking Mario villain. He got Team Rocketed ffs

Oh nooooooooo Atlas is fucking next isn't she o~o

And as predicted by everyone, the Iron Giant has been revived by Dual Nika Heartbeat!!! and Stella Vegapunk's message!!

oh thank god, Katakuri is still sexy. that's reassuring.

unfortunately this means the Elders really are going to destroy the Robo properly this time... at least it got some time to finally shine

VP's message... trying to piece this part together, it seems like he's saying the Will of D isn't what we think it might be? I'm getting this from arranging the fragments into something that makes a bit more grammatical sense. If you assume that "nothing of the sort" comes after "which you might consider a will" and "inherited through the years", you can glean something from it along these lines. But I'll be the first to admit, I might just be overthinking this, and the 'nothing' scrap is likely just him continuing that earlier theorised traitor warning people are speculating about. "can only pray that those at the mercy of this reason... will be able to hear this message"... that much sounds troubling. Readers assume that Robin will fill us in on the Void Century malarkey, but will the D squad not know what Vegapunk is talking about til its too late?

also GAIMON GOT A BARREL BADDIE? fucking EVERYONE is getting cameos, christ almighty lads

This bit with Peter and Warcury getting perilously close to the waterline makes me wonder... if their Yokai formes AREN'T Devil Fruits, can they still drown? Warcury straight up barrels off the coastline trying to reach the giants' ship, is he assured he won't die or just that desperate? I need to know more! We all do!

GOD SO MUCH ON THAT LAST DOUBLE PAGE SPREAD! First off we have the Iron Giant FINALLY taking a swing at an Elder FUKCING YES GO ROBO!!! and apparently it can communicate Zunesha style!! Whatever does it mean by "the right time"?? AND IT'S NAME IS EMET!! SOLID NAME FOR A SOLID ROBO!!

and Luffy just channeling the entire fanbase rn, amazing amazing shit

goddddddd another two week break but IT'LL BE WORTH IT I CAN FEEL IT NAKAMA! BE HERE BECAUSE I WILL! 💪✖️

[brittapcrrys]

this post just making me think abt something for, like, the 10th time today....

this got so fucking long ahhh i am just. justifying all this to myself as im unpacking where the feeings are coming from jsdfkhs glad i have a psych session next week, guess i know what we're gonna talk abt!!

i was rly generally frustrated this afternoon and got a message to pop around for last minute planning for the help/work im doing for mum's friend for the next few weeks. and like yeah i know that it is generally within my range of abilities, i know that most times i help 'em out like this it's Fine and occasionally even Fun, i know that if im Not Well or anything else i can text and say look can't do it today sorry and that'll be accepted!!!

but. whenever i am asked to Do these things (dog sit / dog walk / plant-sit&garden, etc) for "neighbours" and friends there's like......... they KNOW im unemployed and they KNOW i've done it before so there's this feeling of an unspoken expectation that i WILL say yes, i will agree to do it when and as asked.

and ig to some extent it's reasonable for any of them to think 'she's been happy to do it before so there's good odds she'll probably, hopefully, do it again!' and they're never DEMANDING abt it or anything so maybe it is, at least coming from the 'employer' in each case, mostly just ~in my head~ n something i'm seeing/feeling/projecting that's not Actually in there

but idk when i HAVE had jobs in the past (waitress, cleaner, babysitter, tutor, library assistant) if i got ~called in~ the day before i uhhhh could say no. and would say no. and i didn't feel bad abt it i didn't care like i had a (casual, but pre-planned) roster and i've been fortunate enough that saying 'no, i can't' didn't lose me those scheduled shifts or the job as a whole, i know that. but bc this isn't an ~official~ job there's no structure it's just a 'get a text 1wk-to-12hrs before, help a neighbour, get twenty bucks' kinda deal each time it feels like i HAVE TO say yes. if i don't have some other thing already planned, i have to say Yeah Sure or im evil and horrible and the worst and should be ashamed

excepttttttttt i think. a lot of that. comes from my mum lmao always a fun connection to make. bc i made some exasperated comment mostly to myself during that frustrated moment this afternoon and she was like "well what do you mean? why can't you do it? why would you say no? did you WANT to say no? it's not like you have much else going on... it's not even hard why wuold---" etc etc and dad isn't quite so expressive, ever, but less and less so as the PD continues to wear away at him & his speech in more obvious ways, but has similar sentiments. and like.... just bc THEY can't/won't say no to stuff doesn't mean i shouldn't????? mum will say she needs a week to herself and then 10minutes later has agreed to be a TRT (substitute teacher) for 3.5days that week. dad just thinks 'you do a job until it's done. you get asked to do a job, you do that til it's done' and like let's not even THINK abt the way that has worn each of them down physically and emotionally at different times, including now. like they just view Work and the related Expectations/Obligations differently, i guess? whether that's a generational thing, a ND (me) vs NT thing, a 'farmer and air force electrician' and 'lifelong teacher' and 'we both moved out at 16/17 and supported ourselves from that point on / u can't get something from nothing' thing. i have forgotten where this was going jfc

anyway. the dog will be a lil moody if i don't visit her for a couple hours & go for a walk, but she'll be fine. the plants can be watered by someone else, or - esp in the current weather - just miss a day, they'll bounce back later. me doing these things when asked is not, like, the key to holding the fabric of the universe together. nobody's life is gonna come apart at the seams bc i said 'oh, sorry, i won't be able to d that today/this week'.

and i shouldn't actually have to explain why! maybe i have a migraine and can't stand up straight. maybe i'm having a gastrointestinal Hell Episode. maybe i threw up overnight and am still very distressed abt it. maybe i haven't slept in 48hrs. maybe it's windy and im teetering on the verge of a panic attack and rly cannot be outside in it. maybe it's PMDD time and i know i don't have the patience to interact with another being especially not in a way where im solely responsible for it. maybe im bleeding heavily and cramping to the extreme on and off without warning. maybe i haven't been able to get out of bed all week because i just dont want to exist. MAYBE i just! don't! wanna!

and idt it's fair that anyone says or acts in a way that suggests im doing something Very Wrong or Shameful or Disappointing (there's a difference between, 'oh, that's disappointing, but thanks for letting me know' disappointment & 'why would you do that? what are you thinking?' disappointment, which is the kind i mean). is it gonna be fine most times if i agree to it even when i don't rly want to? yes. it's always mostly fine-ish. it's nto abt avoiding it out of anxiety or whatever like im not nervous abt walking this mini daschund that adores me. im not nervous abt watering plants that are essentially the same as my own at home. it's just, like, weighing up 'would doing this likely improve my mood/day? will it probably just be a non-impact kinda deal? what are the odds it makes me / my day worse?' each time (knowing when my psych appts are, when my period is and general mood shifts during my cycle, how my sleep and mood have been in the day/s before the 'shift', weather, etc etc etc) and determining which is likely to be the most effective and useful (or neutral, sometimes) option for me in that case!

and if that reason is just 'ehhh i really just Dont Want It today/tomorrow' that is also fine, actually

[taiscerayne2426]

MEDICAL ISSUES AHEAD

I'm not asking for money, just need to get some things off my chest

So back in October of 2022, I started having extreme heart palpitations, randomly and seemingly without any provocation. I could be sitting, walking, laughing, eating, even sleeping and my heart would just pound upwards of 130 bpm for 10, 20 minutes at a time. I'd struggle to breathe, fight passing out, and try to stay upright.

As these episodes got more and more frequent and severe, my partner insisted I go into the ER. I didn't have a primary Dr at the time, so I didn't have anyone else to go to. The ER ran a bunch of tests, found nothing at all wrong, and sent me home with a heart monitor.

I met with a cardiologist, and I'll be honest he was by far one of the worst doctors I've ever seen. He dismissed everything I said, belittled my experience, diagnosed me with POTTS, then sent me home on what he said was a beta-blocker to slow down my heart. Fine. Not great, but fine. Until I get to the pharmacy and they say "This isn't a beta-blocker, this is an anti-depressant. I wonder why he told you that?" Never saw that cardiologist again.

Fast-forward to December 2022. My job has let me go because I'm barely able to hold myself upright and can pass out at any time so I'm not medically cleared to drive. My partner is burning both ends of the candle trying to keep me safe and manage his college classes. We're struggling to survive off one income in the city.

My episodes get rapidly worse, then slowly start tapering off until they're only happening once a day. Then it's once a week, but the worst it'd been thus far. Then, for no discernable reason, they stop in February 2023.

I was overjoyed. Finally, FINALLY I could get back to life. We moved to a new town, a smaller quieter place with cheaper rent and less violence. I got a new job nannying two amazing kids and babysitting a third once a week. My partner and I both continued college. Everything was going so, so well.

They came back. About 4 weeks ago, beginning of June 2023. It was slow at first but it's getting worse and worse.

And it's fucking scary, dude. I find myself physically incapable of taking a breath for so long that I sob when it finally comes. It's like everything in my body just. freezes. goes stiff. I can't feel anything, I can't move anything. I can barely signal my partner so he notices. We can't find anything that helps.

I'm not able to drive anymore. I can barely support myself to move from the bed to my desk. I pass out if I stand in the kitchen too long pondering what to eat. I'm on a cane now, for the first time. It helps a bit, makes me feel a bit less useless.

I'm barely eating. Don't have an appetite. I've lost more weight in the last few weeks than I want to admit, and I was already dangerously underweight.

The scariest part, though, is that I can feel myself fighting to hold on every time I have an attack. I fight so fucking hard to stay, because I can FEEL that if I lose consciousness, I'm gone. And it's getting harder and harder to fight. Don't misunderstand, I have no desire to die. I'm fighting for a reason after all. I'm just getting weaker, and it's getting more and more difficult.

I let my PCP know that bit today. She won't see it til she's in the office next, but until this new heart monitor comes off on Monday they won't be able to give me any answers anyway. 2 more weeks. Just 2 more weeks til I hopefully get some results. Because if I don't, I'm... gods. I'm fucking scared.

[whisper-game]

So here's an update on what's been going on:

The hard drive on my computer died and I lost pretty much all of the new stuff I had done for whisper and a decent chunk of chapter 2 of dead weight. My dad has a friend who might be able to get the data off the drive, but he won't be able to check it out until next week.

It's a waiting game til then. We'll have to see what happens, but I want to say that I still plan on continuing whisper. I've been working on it for like 4 years now and, as frustrating as it is to have such little to show for it, it is something that I want to see through.

[lmkdilf]

PAIRING ⇾ university's heartthrob!jeno x (f) reader

GENRE/WARNINGS ⇾ enemies to lovers, college au, smut, curses, deep throating, chokeholds, slight bdsm, fingering, teasing each other, unprotected sex and more.

SUMMARY ⇾ you have known and hated jeno ever since first year of college. you hated jeno because he was the university's heartthrob, yes only because of that, i mean who would like to hear screams of students in the hallway whenever jeno comes out of his class? you swore to your friends that you would never stop hating him . . . did you continue hating him or not ?

A/N : this is my first time writing a story so i hope you guys liked it !!

"[Y/N] WAKE UP!! " your friend, giselle wakes you up by shouting to your ears, by that it made you open your eyes quickly "wtf gigi, you shouted so loud that i think, i won't be able to hear till next week" giselle laughed at your statement "keep talking and you'll be late for class" after hearing the last two words from your friend's mouth, you quickly looked to your clock, 6:18 am "fuck" you said getting up from your bed and runs to your bathroom, knowing that you take so long in getting ready.

After finishing getting ready you walked to your university, along the way you got yourself coffee to give you energy. On your way to class, you heard screams from the hallways from that you rolled your eyes knowing that it was just jeno and his friends, you went inside your class, seeing just a few students studying in their tables. You were happy because your professor isn't there yet, you sat down at your seat and start studying for your next class. Few minutes past, you heard your professor's voice, "Good morning, class" he greeted "Good morning" your class greets back. You were so focused on your prof that you didn't even notice someone was beside you until "pst" the person taps your shoulder, you turned your head to the person and your eyes widens "jeno" you said to youself, you gave him a disgusted look plus with annoyance "what? " you looked back to your professor "can you hand me your notes, when you're done?" you heard him say, you were used to this since he always asks you for notes whenever you are in the same class as him. you rolled your eyes and nods.

After class you gave jeno your notes and walked away to catch your next class but then you felt someone's warm hand on your wrist which made you look at the person, HIM AGAIN?! "what do you want now?" you raised your eyebrow, it took awhile til jeno speaks up "ah nothing" the second you heard jeno you removed his hand from your wrist and walked away.

"Finally" you said to yourself after you walked out of your last class, you decided to call giselle, you waited a minute for giselle to pick up her call "hey, watsup?" you heard your friend's voice "do you want to do something today? all my classes are done", "i'll have to pass on that sorry, i have plans today, im really sorry [y/n]" by plans she meant a date, "that is the third time this week" you said with a annoyed tone "im really sorry [y/n], i really like this guy and you know" before she finishes her sentence you said "yea yea, fine but you better make it up for me" you and giselle talked for a few more minutes and it came to an end. While you were walking back to your apartment you were debating if you should go clubbing since its a friday and its been forever since you went clubbing. You flop on your bed sighing, you have decided to go clubbing by yourself since all your friends were too busy with their love life.

An hour later you were done getting ready, you looked at yourself at the mirror loving the dress you had on, you were wearing a black fitted dress that hugs your body so well and a cute black heels to fit with your whole outfit, you had this outfit on your mind and it only took you an hour to get ready because you were thinking if you should wear a black two piece lingerie to fit your dress or not, you just wore it just incase you get laid. You called an uber to drive you to the club you always go.

You went inside thd club greeted by the owner who was your gæ bestfriend, "look who decided to go clubbing today" eric smirks and twirls you around "bitch how have you been? it's been awhile since i last saw you" you smiled "i'm doing good just stress with college and all", "i see the girls aren't with you, don't tell me they aren't single anymore?" eric says in a shock voice while walking to one of the seats "i have to say yes, now i'm the only single lady in our group" few minutes of talks with eric, he decided to leave you for you to enjoy your night. You walked to the bar and asked for a tequila, the bartender gave your requested drink and you took it and walked to the dance floor, dancing with a glass on your hand, few minutes later your drink has finally hit you so you put the glass on the bar before tipsy you break it, you made you way back to the dance floor, you were dancing pretty sexy that most of the people were looking at you.

You felt hands on your waist, but that didn't matter to you since you were tipsy, you were grinding against the person behind you, earning a soft yet sexy groan making you smirk and you continue grinding, "keep doing that princess" you smirk and did what he said the guy's face was on your shoulder so you took a chance to see the guy's face, your eyes widens WTF HIM AGAIN?! "JENO?!" you push youself away from him, "[Y/N] wh-what are you doing here?" jeno pulls you away from the crowd and walks to a open space "clubbing duh" you said with an attitude, you rolled your eyes and you scuff seeing jeno's boner through his pants "i can't believe a simple sexy dance would give you a boner" you laughed, and decided to walk back to the dance floor since you were enjoying until you saw jeno, jeno grabs your wrist "and where do you think your going?" jeno says with a anger tone "the dance floor duh" you removed his hand from you, attemping to walk away from him until he grabs your face this time, he forces your face to look at him "you started this and you have to finish it" he growls, you knew what he meant but you won't do it ofc "wtf no way, i'm gonna touch that small dick of yours, and plus i would rather be eaten by a shark than sleep with you" you scoff, jeno pulls you back from where you guys were earlier "did you jusy say i have a small dick?" you knew he was really angry which made you curious why would he be so angry about a little thing?

Jeno grabs your wrist and goes to the back of the club "what the fuck do you want jeno?!" you screamed attempting to remove his hand from you, jeno was strong but you were too tipsy and weak to remove his hand "you" you widen your eyes and look at the older "wh-what" you stuttered, you were scared now since jeno was walking closer and closer to you, you were walking back until your body hits the wall "jeno, i'm scared now please stop" now jeno scuffed at your words, jeno leans in and attaches his lips onto yours, he was aggressive and you slightly liked it and it made you wet but you needed him to stop, you tried so hard from pushing him away but you were too weak and you gave in "jeno please" you whimpered "please what? baby" jeno had you under his spell, jeno grabs your tits and plays with them "i-i need y-you" you moaned by his actions "thats what i needed to hear" he smirks and walks you to his car

You didn't know where you guys were going, many thoughts was on your mind, will he hurt me? i have never been so needy like this, you said to youself and you squeeze your thighs together and jeno caught that and smirks "so needy are we?" he grins and put his hand on your thigh like he was asking permission, you opened your thighs to send him a signal, he tugs on your thong, you helped him remove your thong, the second your thong was off he puts his fingers inside you making you put your hand on your mouth to prevent you on moaning loudly, jeno looks at you from time to time seeing you like this turns him on.

You have arrived to your destination and it was a house which you think its his house, jeno opens the car door for you and also covering you once you were gonna stand up since you were panty free, you caught this act and it gave you butterflies "why tf am i feeling like this" you said under your breath causing jeno to raise his eyebrow "nothing" you sigh.

Once you both were inside the house, jeno crashes his lips to you making you moan, jeno picks uo your legs and carries you to his bedroom while both of you were having a hot make out "i love this dress on you but you have to remove it" you did what he said and he also removes his clothes leaving both of you in your undergarments, before jeno climbs on top of you, you pushed his down to the bed and you start removing his underwear making his length pop out and lays on his abdomen, you were shock led by his size you didn't mean about his dick being small since he had a big dick energy as what people said but you didn't expect his dick was this big "shocked now huh? " he smirks, you lick your lips and started to suck him off, jeno moans at the sudden contact, you pushed you mouth deeper onto his cock making you gag, you gave him handjobs too along the blowjob, jeno moans everytime he hears your muffled moans, as jeno was about to cum you stopped to tease him "i was about to cum wtf?!" you smirk "i know" jeno grabs you body and pushes you down to the bed hik being on top of you "oh you are going to regret that" you knew he was going to be aggressive, so you had to.

"all fours now" he demands and you did it right away "what's taking you so long?" you looked behind you spotting no jeno anywhere "finding a condom" you heard jeno's voice and it made you look to your left "just do me raw, i'm on pill" you said since you took the pill before you went to the club "okay then" jeno gets behind you aligning his cock to your clit, he puts half of his cock inside you making you moan, jeno stopped for awhile before he puts all of him inside you "can you take it?" you nod, jeno slowly puts himself inside all the way in making you whimper, jeno starts thrusting in and out slowly "fuck- faster, faste jeno" you moaned out, the older begins making his pace faster, the room was filled with moans from both of you. You grab jeno's hand and puts them on your throat making jeno shocked that you like this type, jeno begins choking you, he removes his hand from your throat and make its way to your hair making him grab your hair and pull them "fuck fuck fuck, faster dadd–" you stopped your sentence since you were shocked by your sudden pet name "why stop baby?" he slaps your ass earning a whimper from your mouth "i-im sorry daddy" the older smirks "what did you want again princess?" hearing the pet name from jeno gave you a tingle to your stomach "f-faster please daddy" he slaps you ass again and fasten his pace making the bed hit the wall you moaned out loud that would probably heard by his neighbors "baby im going cum" jeno moaned out "m-me too daddy" at the last two thrust you both released your highs.

You fall to his bed weakly "oh baby we aren't done yet" he smirks and put you on top of him "can you still handle it princess?" you nodded and you slip your pussy to his dick, you started riding him making him moan under you, the older unclips your bra making your boobs fall, jeno was attracted to your tits he grabs them and plays with them making you moan, you were too tired now and jeno flips you over making him on top of you again. Jeno smiles seeing you in a mess, he lifts your leg up for him to have access to more of you "fuck, just right there daddy" jeno thrusted faster to your g-spot, you moaned out loud "play your boobs for me baby" you did what he said, jeno leans to you from time to time to earn kisses from you. Soon after you both released your second high, jeno lays beside you "was that good princess?" you nodded and smiled, jeno got up and grabbed a towel cleaning you up, he gave you his shirt afterwards.

You would never knew this would happen, and after this you felt something with jeno but of course you wouldn't admit it to yourself since why would you even start liking jeno after you both just fucked?

A/N : i'm sorry if i added too much narrations but i hope it was worth it <3 im also sorry that it was rushed :( i hope you guys liked it thank youuu !!

[fictionalmenmakemecry]

Hot Public Shit

SPOILERS ALERT: If you haven't finishing watching TVD, there might be some spoilers for you. I don't tell any of the story but it might spoil some of the character relationships that later develop in the show. (I personally hate spoilers so I'm making this as clear as possible)

Character: Damon x reader, Enzo, Stefan, Caroline and Bonnie

Summary: During a celebration dinner you try your best to push Damon to brink of losing control. He doesn't let you get away with it. He doesn't even wait til you get home.

Warnings: HEAVY SMUT (+18) , Spoilers, Cursing

(HEAVY SMUT includes unprotected sex, daddy kink, public sex, choking, heavy sexual terminology and masturbation)

"How long is this going to be?" Damon whined getting out of his Camaro and slamming the door shut.

"Damon, you promised that you would behave tonight. It's Stefan and Caroline's night." I looped around the car placing my hands on his chest looking him in the eyes.

"They've been married for like what? A year? That's nothing when your nearly 180 years old" Damon rolled his eyes

"They've been through a lot this year" I brushed his shirt down bringing my eyes to his chest

"So have we." Damon brought my face back up to his gently holding my chin.

"We can have our own celebration" I whispered giving a flirty smile.

"Mmm, I like that sound of that" Damon hummed bringing his head down to my neck and kissing it.

A soft moan escaped my lips feeling his warm breath hit my skin.

"How about we celebrate tonight, with me eating your perfect pussy out until you make a mess on my face" Damon whispered bringing his face up giving a lascivious smile.

I could feel my face turning red and my core starting to wake up from memories of familiar nights.

I snapped myself out from zoning out and pulled away from Damon kissing my neck.

"I would love that, but right now we should go in and be good guests. I know Caroline has been slaving over the oven all day making sure we were still going to come." I took Damon's hand and dragged him up the drive way.

We knocked on the door and in a instance Caroline was opening it.

"Welcome guys!" She cheered raising her arms to gesture us in.

I could just feel Damon's eyes roll into the back of his head hearing her high pitched voice.

"Thanks for having us Caroline" I grinned bringing her into a hug.

"I'm just happy that you're hear" She said chipperly

I walked further into the house to see Stefan, Bonnie and Enzo all chilling near the fire, enjoying their drinks.

"Hey!" I greeted walking towards Stefan.

We hugged and Damon and I plopped ourselves down on the couch on the other side of the fireplace.

We chatted and enjoyed our drinks soaking up the heat of the fire as Caroline and Stefan finished cooking the dinner. I look over to see how happy Bonnie was as Enzo showered her in kisses and wrapped his arm around her waist keeping her close to him. Bonnie deserved happiness and Enzo was that person that could give her that. I glanced over to Damon who leaned back onto the couch enjoying his bourbon. I rested back into his chest wanting to appreciate the rare and happy memories we were making.

"You okay?" He looked down, bring his arm around me caressing my lower back.

"Yeah, I'm just happy I'm here with you" I raised my head, meeting his cold blue eyes.

As the night went on, dinner was served which seemed to be a never ending trail of food. It felt like we were having a 12 course dinner. By the end we were all stuffed and continuing to slowly get through our drinks. We were starting to get more relaxed and happy as the liquor made its way around, leading to interesting conversations between us all.

I looked over to see Damon finishing off the bottle by pouring the rest of it into his glass. Seeing his hand grip around the glass and bringing the liquor up to his pink lips, sparked a little flame deep inside of me. I squirmed in my chair, feeling the affect of all the alcohol playing a part in my random horniness. I brought my hand down under the table and rest it on his thigh, leaning closer to him. He looked over to me with his eyes slightly gazed over. I know he was also feeling the same buzz I was feeling. I ran my fingers lightly further up his thigh and rest it on his stiffening package. I glanced up at him while palming him gently. He shifted in his seat and took a deep breath. He looked at me with narrowed eyes telling me not to test him. I bit my lip knowing what that did to him. He came close to my ear and I could feel the heat radiate off his body.

"You want to play this game?" He whispered softly in my ear.

I turned my head giving him a quick smirk and brought my drink up to my mouth knowing I was going to have a fun night ahead.

"So guys, I think we need to bring out the real guns" Caroline said walking up to the table slightly hyper from all the activities.

We all turned our attention to her and saw her with two massive bottles of tequila.

"I'm ready" Enzo shifting in his sit giving a quick look to Damon.

I knew both of them were going to want to test each other which would mostly result in both of them passed out on the floor from neither of them wanting to tap out.

"Let's make this more interesting... How about truth or... drink?" Caroline arched her eyebrow cracking the fresh seal on the caps of the bottles.

"I like the sound of that" Damon smirked bringing his hand under the table resting it on my thigh and giving it a light squeeze.

When Damon drank, he would heat up like a furnace. I'm pretty sure it has something to do with his body keeping up with burning off the alcohol. The heat from his hand spread across my delicate skin on my leg. It made me shift uncontrollably.

The questions were getting pretty detailed early in, bringing people to drink more tequila than they liked. In turn making people more loose with their thoughts and secrets.

"Okay, I got one" Enzo leaned over, his eyes getting more gazed and speech slowed down.

"If you could only have sex in public or sex once a month?" He looked around watching people think about it.

"Um.. H-how public?" Caroline hiccupped.

"The chance of a stranger catching you any minute" He explained

Stefan took a swig of a shot of tequila.

"Really Stefan? You're no fun" I complained

"What do you expect? Stefan doesn't like to have interesting conversations" Damon looked away in annoyance.

"Sorry, I just think that's kinda private" Stefan put his hands up laying back in his chair.

"Come on Stefan!" Caroline exclaimed with a frown on her face.

"Well, public shit is pretty hot. So I wouldn't have a problem with it" Damon winked at me bringing his hand an inch higher.

I took a deep breath to stop myself from moving against his hand as it was dangerously close to my covered pussy.

"I think so too. Some of the best sex I've had has been in public" I smirked seeing Damon's mouth open slightly from the corner of my eye.

"I think you're right, there's something about it" Bonnie added leaning into Enzo grinning.

"Let's get to the nit and gritty" Damon wiped his bottom lip with two fingers and continued.

"Choking. Yay or nay?" He looked around the table.

"Okay, I call quits. I'm out." Stefan got up from the table

"Stefan?! it's just a game." Caroline protested bringing her hands onto the table.

"I'm not talking about this with my brother across from the table" Stefan walked away from the table and made his way to the kitchen.

"Vanilla like always" I heard Damon say under his breath.

Caroline's face was covered in disappointment. She gathered some empty plates and glasses and followed Stefan.

Damon cleared his throat bringing our attention back to him.

"I never had it done to me" Bonnie replied looking at Enzo.

"No?" Enzo smirked rubbing her hand gently on the table.

"What about you... baby girl?" Damon whispered the latter part not wanting to draw attention

"I haven't tried it..." I hesitated ".. but I want to" I looked down at his lips feeling my pussy pulse with his hand graze against my underwear.

"We are gonna have to fix that, aren't we?" Damon leaned closer licking his lips.

We heard someone lightly cough bringing our minds back to where we were. We broke our trance and pulled away. I could feel blood to rush my face in embarrassment.

"I think it's time we should head out" Damon trying to act casual and cover up his eagerness to get out.

I looked over to Bonnie who was moving her eyebrows up and down smirking. I glared at her, knowing it was obvious why we were in a sudden rush to leaving.

Damon gave one last tight squeeze to my thigh, feeling his strength in his hand, did not help my self control of keeping everything PG. He brushed his hand lightly against my underwear before lifting it away. I whimpered uncontrollably but no one heard.

We all got up from the table and said our goodbyes, put on our coats and made our way out of the house. I could feel Damon's eyes never leaving me as we walked out onto the driveway. We got into the dark Camaro, feeling the cold leather on my bare legs that brought shivers up my spine.

"You're in trouble now" Damon said taking a deep breath in and revving the Camaro to life.

He swung the car out of the driveway and sped up the road. I looked over to see that there was definitely something else on his mind and I had an idea of what it was. I trailed my eyes down to his now, tight black jeans.

"Those jeans look awfully tight and uncomfortable" I teased keeping my eyes on him.

"Don't. I can barely think straight as it is" Damon kept his eyes on the road.

"What you waiting for then?" I bit my lip, wanting him to lose control.

He looked over at me with the same lust I had in my eyes.

"If I have to pull over, you won't be able to walk for the next week." Damon clenched his jaw

"That's fine by me..... Daddy" I added feeling myself soak through my underwear.

Damon suddenly swerved the car into a empty parking lot and drove to the end, shaded with trees. He put the car into park and turned off the engine. The only sounds were us breathing and the distance sounds of the city in the distance.

He pulled his seat the whole way back. and leaned over grabbing my waist bringing me onto his lap. I let out a moan, finally feeling some fiction against my pussy.

"Try to stay quiet, understand?" Damon grabbed my jaw looking into my eyes.

I nodded willingly, wanting any relief possible. He moved his hand to my cheek and we brought our mouths together, feeling his tongue dip in and out. I grinded up against him to bring us any kind of pleasure. I could hear his groan in the back of his throat.

"I can't take this anymore" I pulled away panting.

I lifted up reaching down to unbuckle his belt and he helped pulling down his jeans, making his cock spring up enthusiastically. I brought my hand down, pumping him gently and seeing his eyes roll to the back of his head in pleasure. His head leaning back to the head rest.

"You like that Daddy?" I whispered

"Fuck, I want to ruin you completely" He opened his eyes pushing my hair out of face.

"What's stopping you?" I said softly.

In that instant, he couldn't control himself, he raised my dress and ripped my underwear with ease.

"These will just be in the way" He smirked tossing them to the passenger seat.

I could feel his finger ease into my folds and feel myself falling apart. I rested my arms on his shoulders leaning my head back and savoring the pleasure spreading across my body.

"You like when I rub your clit like this?" He kissed my neck while his finger lightly circled my clit, my juices covering his hand.

"So wet for me, baby girl" He hummed bringing his fingers up to his mouth and sucking on them.

"Fuck me" I moaned bringing my hand down and easing his cock inside me.

We both sink into it, taking each other in for a couple of seconds. I could feel myself sucking him in deeper.

"I don't think I can be gentle with you tonight baby" He looked into my eyes

"I don't want you to be" I leaned in kissing him. "Fuck me hard" .

I kneeled up, giving him room to thrust, wanting to feel the power of him. We moaned in ecstasy. Feeling him completely raw in me made us feel close wanting each other even more.

The sounds of our skin slapping and our heavy breathing and moaning. I never felt so wet in my life.

"I want you to touch yourself while I fuck you" He breathed out.

I gathered up my dress in one hand and brought the other down massaging my swollen clit.

"Damon, fuck" I moaned feeling my orgasm starting to built.

"That's it baby girl, keep touching yourself" He said breathing heavily staring at me pleasuring myself.

We fucked and I could feel the car heating up and fogging up the windows. He pulled down the shoulders of my dress exposing my breasts. He slowed down his thrusts, leaned down to suck on my nipples. His warm breath was enough to get them hard.

"..daddy" I whimpered feeling the edge getting closer.

"Close?" He whispered bringing his hand to the back of my head and grabbing my hair.

I nodded eagerly moving my hips. He start fucking me harder, not faster but harder which meant he was close. I wanted him to completely control me. I wanted him to overpower me.

"Choke me" I moaned looking into his eyes.

Something switched in his eyes. He looked into my eyes a second longer, making sure I wanted it.

I could feel his hand grasp my bare neck. I could feel his fingers tightening on the side. My pulse in my ears. My blood constricted. It was the very thing to push my over the edge.

Feeling his cock pound into me while choking me made me fall apart with a burst of pleasure

"I'm-I'm cummin" I moaned loudly, meeting my eyes with his as I shake uncontrollably.

"Fuck, baby.. I-i can't hold on" Damon groaned feeling his pumps getting messy and feeling his cum erupt inside me, pleasure covered our bodies bringing them close together and falling into each other. Damon's hand dropped from my throat and bringing it around my waist holding me against him as we recovered.

"I never have had..." I breathed out not having the energy to think of the words.

"Me neither" Damon sighed stroking my hair

All I could hear were both of our racing heart beats. Our sweaty skin pressed together feeling the heat in the car and completely forgetting we were in a parking lot.

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Guns With Roses- Chapter 1

Series Masterlist

word count: 1.8K

warnings: none

a/n: I hope yall like it!

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Music blared causing my head to swim a little. I smiled politely at people as I walked by throngs of people laughing and talking. It was my 18th birthday party which meant it was a whole ordeal and 50% of the city was there to see what my mark was. At these types of parties, the family invites anyone and everyone in hopes that their child's soulmate will be within driving distance. The crazy part is the family connects a camera up to all the TVs in the house so when the mark appears they can take a picture of it and the entire party will be able to see that. I was personally hoping it would not be in a weird place because it would be super awkward. Maybe it would be on my arm or ankle like my sister’s was. 

I scanned the living room and saw my older sister talking to her soulmate. She had found her soulmate only weeks ago and was happier than I have ever seen her. It had taken about two years, but it seemed to be worth it. I hoped that I would find mine soon and that he wasn’t super old or gross. 

I continued my rounds talking to people about little boring things before moving onto the next person. All people wanted to ask was did I hope my soulmate was a certain person or whether I was going to date around until I found my soulmate. That was always awkward. Like I had obviously thought about it before and had dated some but never came to a certain conclusion. I mean I probably wouldn’t date around unless it took five years. I stood lost in thought by the drink table after being asked a hundred times the same questions. 

“Boo!” My best friend,Olivia, surprised me. 

I placed my hand on my chest to calm my beating heart. “Geez woman chill.” 

she just laughed before gushing, “Only 3 more hours til your 18!!” 

I laughed, “I know. I know. I think you are more excited than me.” 

She nodded laughing. I met Olivia when we were 10 and we hit it off immediately. Ever since then we have been inseparable.  We stood side by side watching everyone. All my family and everyone who was slightly related to me and my friends and their friends were there. There were probably over 3,000 people there, and some of them might have just figured out what my name was when they got invited. I scanned the crowd looking for a few familiar faces. 

A hand gently graced my shoulder and I turned. It was my mom. She tenderly brushed my hair out of my face. “You have grown up so much. I can't believe you are almost 18.” A small tear began to trickle down her face. 

“Aww mom. It’s okay. I won't move out right away.” I laughed. She just smiled and moved back to dad's side a few feet away. My older sister, Liza, walked over to me. 

“Danggg girl you look hot,” she teased me. I looked down at my light green short dress with a deep v and strappy black heels self consciously. She noticed the look on my face. “Oh (y’n’s nickname) I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. But I will say that if your soulmate is here, he is definitely a lucky man.” 

I laughed and rolled my eyes. “Thanks Li. You look good as well.” And she really did. She wore a short puffy deep red dress with a sweetheart neckline and black thigh high boots. 

“Thanks!” She said with a big smile.

“Liza! Come here!” One of her friends called from another room. She gave them a wave and a smile before turning back to me. “I’ll be back at 11:58 so I can be with you when you get your mark! I have a timer set on my phone!” She said before hurrying to her friends’ side. 

Olivia, who had melted a bit into the background because of my family, moved forward once more, “Do you want to go watch a movie or play a game or something since we have like 2 hours and 30 minutes to go?” 

“Sure,'' I replied, happy for the distractions. We quickly walked through all the people smiling and offering hellos and thank yous. We hurried up all the stairs and into my bedroom and quickly locked the door. Olivia looked at me questioningly after a bit of an avenger documentary. 

“What?” I asked.

“I know everyone else is asking you this and each time you give the same answer of ‘no not really, I’m sure whoever it is will make me happy,’ but is there someone that you wish would be your soulmate?”

I looked down at my lap for a moment and played with a few of my favorite silver rings. “No, I really don’t think there is. Yes I've had boyfriends but never have I ever had one that felt like it was meant to be. It was fun and I'm glad I dated them, but I don’t think I want to date someone knowing that we have two different soulmates. I don’t want to risk my heartbreak or someone else’s.”

Olivia nodded, “That makes sense and I feel like it’s the mature answer, but what if you get bored of waiting?”

“Well I hope that I don’t because maybe I will get lucky and meet my soulmate soon.” I left it at that hoping that Olivia got the point that I didn't really want to talk about it. She did and once again we focused on the documentary before us.  After finishing it up, we walked back downstairs. Everyone was more interested now than ever to ask me what I hoped my mark would look like and just like before who I hoped it would be. Why didn’t they realize that I might not have even heard of the person who would be my soulmate? 

I made my way into the kitchen to find my parents. They were sitting at the kitchen table with Liza and her soulmate Steve. Like the Steve Rogers. You know the super soldier frozen in ice. I have to say they do make a super cute couple even though they had some rough patches (I am working on that story at the moment). Liza looked up from her conversation and waved me over. 

“Well you’re early. you still have 10 minutes,” she jokingly told me. 

“Yes I know,” I replied laughing. “I just ya know- can’t sit still.” 

Liza nodded “i know how you feel. Just breathe and relax and enjoy your last little bit being free from soulmates.” 

I just shrugged, “yeah yeah. I just have been waiting for years. Like 23 years because we could watch everything from the soul stone.” 

Liza nodded sadly, “I know. I was there too.” She gave me a hug, tears filling her eyes. “I love you y’n. Always know that.” 

I smiled a few tears in my eyes as well. “I love you too.” 

At that moment everyone’s phone alarms went off. It was midnight. Liza let go and wiped a few tears away. I felt a slight ticklish sensation on my right wrist. I turned it over and saw the mark begin to appear on my skin. It was a faint outline at first and slowly filled in. First a pistol appeared and little by little it was filled in a dark brown almost black color. Then a couple of roses appeared looking as if they were shot out of it. Some were light pink and others were a deep red. I looked up from it and shared a smile with Liza then Olivia. I looked back down and gently traced it. I wondered if they could feel that. Some people could apparently feel when others were touching their mark if they had already had their mark that way they knew their soulmate had come of age. Everyone was silent in anticipation as my dad helped me onto the table so everyone could see me. I cleared my throat and took a quick picture of the mark and then handed Dad my phone so he could plug it in so it would hook up on all the screens so everyone could see it. Everyone oohed and ahhed at the mark. I tried to get everyone’s attention but no one was listening so Dad and Liza yelled at the same time and everyone shut up. Liza smirked and handed me a mic. 

“Uh hey everyone. Thank you so much for coming. I really appreciate it. I will open the gifts tomorrow. I hope you all will help me find my soulmate. Um…” I trailed off. “Thanks again for coming. And i will talk to you soon.” I waved and with Steve’s help, I got off the table. I went with my parents to the door and thanked everyone as they walked by and left. 

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Finally everyone was gone but Liza and Steve who stayed behind to help clean up. Cups and dishes were scattered everywhere. I grabbed a trash bag out of a drawer and began to clean up in one of the living rooms. It was quite a glamorous way to start my 18th birthday. Once I was finished cleaning that room, I took the full trash bag to the garage before grabbing another empty one to clean another room. After about two hours of picking up trash, cleaning tables, vacuuming and straightening, the house was back in order. Yawning, Liza and Steve came over to say goodnight. 

“Happy birthday again, y’n. Love ya kid.” Steve said with a smile and a hug. 

I laughed, “Thank you. Love you too.” 

Steve turned to Liza, “I'm gonna go start the car and get the AC on.”

She nodded, “okay thank you bubs.” She then turned to me, “Well what do you think of your mark?”

I looked down at my right wrist and once again traced the outline of my mark. “It’s pretty. I don’t understand why it looks the way it does considering guns are not my thing but I guess it symbolizes something for my soulmate.”

“It is very pretty. The flowers make the gun not so harsh. Maybe they are the gun and you are the roses. You will balance each other out. That’s what soulmates do. I hope you find them soon.” a yawn cut her off. “I think that is my cue to head home and get some sleep. I hope you had a great birthday and I’ll see you soon. I love you.” She pulled me in for a hug.

“Thanks, Li. I love you too.” I said returning the hug. As I closed the door behind her, I thought about what she said. “Soulmates balance each other”

[codename-adler]

...dance 'til you find someone to die for...

What if instead of Seth, Riko tried to get rid of Aaron?

Chapter 17 ♟️ [table of contents]

(CW: canon-typical violence, Drake Spear, referenced canon SA, implied/mentioned alcoholism + drug addiction)

Aaron Minyard killed a man. One swing of a racquet; one lifeless body.

Blood everywhere.

He did it. Aaron Minyard had murdered a man.

Aaron Minyard was a murderer. Just one swing of a racquet; one lifetime of darkness.

Trouble everywhere, forever.

And he'd do it again. Even all alone and facing criminal charges, prison sentences, endless interrogations and angry cops, that's what kept him going.

It took almost a day before he was let out. He came back to Wymack and Nicky and Abby, to the Foxes by extension, to Kevin too, and he could stay til the trial. Aaron didn't ask where Andrew was. He knew. He didn't understand, but he knew. Neil was still there, though. With a lot to say, apparently.

"Are you at all sorry? You took his family from him," he accused Aaron. Aaron knew he was getting at something, but he didn't have the energy to humor Neil; he stayed silent and stared blandly. "Cass and Richard Spear. They were going to keep Andrew. Drake was an inconvenience Andrew was willing to live with in exchange," Neil went on viciously, but still Aaron said nothing.

An inconvenience...

An inconvenience.

Oh, that fucking compulsive bullshitter with his bullshit opinions and bullshit threats...

Wait until you get what's coming for you, motherfucker.

"And now Drake is dead. Do you think Cass will ever forgive Andrew? It doesn't matter what Drake did to him. She won't be able to look at Andrew without knowing her son is dead because of him," Neil said.

I don't care.

If I could bring him back from the dead and kill him again, I would.

He dared touch Andrew.

He had it coming.

But Aaron said none of that. Neil didn't deserve to hear it. He wasn't the one who needed to hear it. Aaron simply looked at Neil, waiting for him to spit out the last of his poisonous barbs.

"You look like someone who doesn't have an ounce of regret... So you get it. You do get it. Why Andrew killed you mother. You understand why he did it, because you did exactly that, last night. For him. You-" Neil tried to go on.

"Stop."

"Oh, no, no, no, this has gone on long enough and you need to-" Neil continued.

"To what? Hear you out? Apologize? Beg? Repent? Forgive and forget?" Aaron said, his tone cold and razor sharp.

"Oh, well all of the above, while you're at it. You have a couple of weeks to meditate on that and get your act together until Andrew comes back and to present a united front next time we face the Ravens and the other-" Neil tried to say.

"I said, stop. Stop it, Neil. Just stop." Aaron's voice cracked. But Neil didn't care. Neil never cared. He opened his mouth again, but Aaron cut him off before he could speak.

"No. No, Neil. I won't cave. I won't cave for you like everybody else has. I said stop, and you didn't. I don't owe you shit. You take Andrew's side? Fine. God knows he needs someone in his corner, even if it's you. He won't let me in. Do you understand that, Neil? He won't let me in. I've had years to come to terms with what he's done. Years. I've grown. I got over it. I understood. And I got to be grateful for it. My resentment does not lie where he thinks  it seems to. If he doesn't see that, if he refuses to open his eyes and see the change that happened, if he refuses to change himself, then that is on him. Not me. And if you really believe what you think you see when you look at me, Neil, that is also on you. Has anyone on the team ever made you justify yourself for the way you act? Even though you make no sense most of the time? No. Not even me. And all you've ever done for me in exchange is make my life a living hell. You did that. Not Andrew."

Neil rolled his eyes and threw his hands in the air, then started to turn away.

"Neil Josten, you will listen to me. Turn the fuck around, right now," Aaron said, his voice thunderous despite keeping it low. "You seem like a guy who isn't really close to his parents, but then again you also seem to think you know Andrew and his mother inside-out. Let me introduce you to my mother, now."

Neil recoiled. Aaron didn't care.

"Tilda Minyard was a neglectful mother who abused her son, in all forms possible. She was also an addict, and it's the only family value she would pass on to to her son. That was Tilda Minyard. The only thing she ever was, and would ever be. Because she died. Doesn't matter how. She died. So what was so bad about that? The orphaning of her son? The unsolved circumstances of her death? Or perhaps the unresolved trauma she inflicted upon her son? Because her son didn't care he hadn't had the chance to say goodbye, though that upset him for a while. And he didn't care that his newfound twin brother had committed murder for him, though that upset him, too. No, the worse about the death of Tilda Minyard was that her son would never be able to hold her accountable for all the shit she had given him. That was the most upsetting, the most unforgiveable. That was the worse. She was gone and, if not at peace, she was at least unbothered for the rest of eternity. But her son was still here. Still alive. Still hurting. He would never get revenge. He would never get to punish her himself, and make her have a taste of her own medicine. He would never get the satisfaction of looking in her eyes to see the light go out, not from death, but from defeat. And above all, he would never get to understand why. Aaron Minyard would never get closure. That's what had been robbed from him. Not a mother; closure."

Neil seemed to have deflated entirely. His mouth was hanging open, hurt in his eyes. Aaron didn't know what was the deal with Neil's parents, but he certainly knew that what he saw in Neil's eyes was also recognition.

So you see, you get it, now.

But Aaron wasn't letting him off the hook so soon.

"Nobody knows that. Because nobody ever fucking bothered to see past what I was apparently 'projecting'. They prefer to assume. You are the first I ever told. So maybe I should thank you for that, Neil Josten. Thank you for making the last 24 hours even more exhausting and horrible than they already were. Thank you for only caring about your fucking Exy team when the man standing before you is facing a life-sentence. Thank you. Thank you so fucking much."

Neil retreated even more and with that, and before Aaron choked on the lump in his throat, he turned around to leave, only to collide with a wall of muscles.

"Oh, hi Kevin. Glad you're not gone with Andrew. You took good care of Nicky for me?" Aaron said like it was nothing.

Except it wasn't, and Kevin wasn't fooled. The tears were already streaming down Aaron's face, even as he smiled big and bright while talking. Kevin had heard most of the exchange between Neil and Aaron, but he understood and felt all the tension in the air. As glad as he was that Neil promised to protect him during Andrew's absence, he didn't know how that would work if Neil and Aaron tore each other apart, especially if Kevin took Aaron's side. Because he was extremely tempted to, even when he knew Neil had only months left to live and had sacrificed everything to join the Foxes. He filed that thought for later, lest the situation before him escalated too much. Kevin tried his best when he answered.

"It's Neil's turn to watch over Nicky, so I came down. You can go now, Neil," he said, eyes fixed on Neil. As angry as he looked, Neil was also showing signs of distress and hurt, so he took the way out Kevin was offering him and left to go upstairs. Kevin waited a couple of minutes to make sure Neil had truly gone into Nicky's room and had closed the door.

Before him, Aaron was still crying silently, his smile fake and flaking and stuck to his lips, his eyes cast to Kevin's chest as though he could see right through it. Kevin moved away from Aaron, walking towards the stairs, before he turned back, waiting for Aaron to follow.

He didn't. He was frozen in place.

"Minyard. Minyard! God, Aaron! Dammit, shithead!" Kevin whisper-yelled at the short blonde. Aaron finally reacted on the last word, his eyes trailing from the wall to Kevin. "Oh, that's the name you respond to, now? Good to know. Move your ass, will you, shithead?" Kevin replied, his words dripping sarcasm.

"And where do you think you're going?" Aaron replied, sniffling back tears and wiping his eyes, nose and cheeks with his sleeve.

"I- Well, someone has to make sure you and Neil don't ki- fight each other while nobody's looking. Plus, I don't wanna hear whatever is going on with Coach and Abby if I'm on the couch, so... Upstairs I go."

"You can say the word. 'Kill'. I won't kill fucking Josten while he sleeps, don't worry about it. I can control myself," Aaron snarled.

"I know that and fuck you for thinking otherwise. Move your ass or take the couch, I don't care, just don't stay there like a creep," Kevin shot back, unfazed.

"You don't?"

Kevin raised an eyebrow, not understanding Aaron's question.

"Care. You don't?" Aaron repeated.

Kevin couldn't answer. Not that question. Not to Aaron. Not even to himself.

"If you don't regret what happened to Drake, neither do I. I don't care about that. If you want to stand all night long staring at the wall, suit yourself. I don't care about that. But if it's all the same to you, we're both tired, I need a drink and you need a friend. Sounds familiar, don't you think? Remember our deal, Aaron." Kevin finally said.

Slowly, oh so slowly, Aaron nodded, all the fight seeping out of him, his shoulders sagging. He sniffled some more, gathering the last of his strength a few moments longer, before shuffling his way past Kevin and up to his room. Kevin followed him quietly, letting out a relieved sigh when Aaron brushed past him. Once Kevin closed the door, Aaron burrowed under the covers of his bed, pulling the comforter over his head and letting the dark swallow him. Kevin wanted to look around, wanted to take in everything of this room he'd never been in, this room that was entirely Aaron, but he couldn't bring himself to. It felt too private. Too close to... too close.

He was regretting his impulse to convince Aaron to hide from the others. He shook his head and made a move to exit. He heard ruffling at his back and Aaron's muffled voice made its way to his ears.

"If you step out that door, can you promise me not to drink?"

No.

Not yet.

One day, maybe.

But not tonight.

Kevin removed his hand from where it had latched itself on the doorknob and turned around. Aaron flapped open a corner of the comforter, keeping his head buried in the mattress. Kevin closed his eyes, took a deep breath and stopped himself from thinking twice about it. He joined Aaron on the queen bed and pulled back the covers again over their heads, soft darkness overtaking once more. Kevin was glad to be in sweats from head to toe, comfortable enough to lay on his stomach like Aaron. His head, resting against his arms, was turned towards Aaron, and they breathed the same air for a while, only making out faint shadows of each other's face.

Kevin wanted to say something. Kevin wanted Aaron to say something.

The mattress started shaking suddenly, and Kevin felt a pain in his chest when he realized Aaron had started crying again, less quietly, more painfully. He moved his leg to nudge Aaron's.

"Hey, hey..." Kevin whispered between them. "I- Aaron... You'll-"

"Don't tell me I'll be okay, Day, or I will push you off," Aaron whispered back between two sobs.

And right then, if Kevin still didn't know what to say, he knew what Aaron needed to hear.

"You're right. Drake is dead, Andrew is gone, and you are not okay. You know that. We both do. But from now until the trial, you are still ours, and I'm still the man you gave your game to. I haven't forgotten that. I don't care what people label you as because of what you did, I don't care about what you did, and neither should you. So tonight, rest. Tomorrow, rise," Kevin moved one hand from under his head to gently grab the back of Aaron's. "I will keep my end of both our deals. What you do is up to you, but you can't run. You don't run from this. You stay, and you play, and one day you'll win. Until that day, you fight, Aaron. Tell me you will."

Minutes passed as Aaron's breathing evened out. Slowly, his gaze made its way up Kevin's face, until they locked eyes through the darkness cast by the comforter overhead. Aaron exhaled once more before answering.

"I will."

(read on Ao3 here !)

[peachfaeryy]

"I miss him so much, she says. But I will always continue to act as if I am all right, as if I am fine whether I see him or not...when I opened up to him, he told me several times, I don't want to hurt you so we should probably stop. So now I've learned to act, to pretend I won't be hurt whether we stop or not...If I see him on a Sunday I am in heaven and on Monday I am still feeling pretty good. But by Wednesday it hurts. By Thursday a part of my has died."

Tonight, I ended things with a guy I think I was falling in love with. Or -- at least had the potential to fall in love with him. Maybe if I had been seeing him two times a week, for a longer period of time. Yes -- I think I would have fallen in love with him. And a part of me feels ecstasy when I admit/tell that to myself.

Because I had spent so much of my time puking in the fucking toilet, feeling so devoid of any ability to love anybody or anything at all ever again. In fact, this exact time just a year ago, I watched blood spill from my right thigh. When just two days ago I watched as semen spilled into my belly-button. And woke up next to a breathing body.

And in those moments, I felt true happiness. And I felt butterflies. And when I look back on this short affair, I think I'll remember it fondly for the most part. An overall good experience.

However, I dont think I'll recall the intense anxiety I had felt during this fiasco -- so I will document it here.

~

I remember looking down at my shoes under the fluorescent lights after tongs had just spread me apart. My insides excruciatingly uncomfortable. I remember thinking: "is this guy worth this?"

Even now. My underwear is wrapped up together and seperates me. It is so miserable.

Every Sunday when I hardly hear from him -- hardly.

The morning after we had stayed up all night talking -- til 7 AM -- and after absolutely spilling my guts in the toilet and laying to sleep in my closet -- close to the closet -- I was finally able to sleep -- only to awake at 4 PM -- to no text.

"Hey, did you have fun last night?"

"I'll make it up to you"

And that sinking feeling I felt when he came right out and said that he didn't want a relationship. Like, I get it. But it was a blow to my ego.

And last weekend where he didn't even speak to me.

"I'm sorry, I can't."

And I felt like this small person, wanting so badly for him to stay. And he never did, I would always ask him to stay, and he never did.

I don't even remember the last time he wanted to hang out. Without me mentioning something to him.

~

And there were nights where I told myself: "well, I'll just get over it. I have no chill. It's not a big deal." Because in truth maybe it wasn't. And to this day he never really did anything wrong.

And maybe he would have come to see me this week.

But maybe he wouldn't have.

And in those moments I knew I would have a panic attack every night right at 8:45 PM praying to God that he would text me:

"Heading over"

And maybe he never would have. And I'd have to pretend I wasn't even noticing. And even at that -- who knows when I would have ever seen him again.

"You definitely deserve better"

I never wanna hear that again in my fucking life. And if I ever do; this is the way I choose to respond. Because with that statement alone, he has either chosen to leave in that moment or he WILL leave and I'm not going to wait around for that moment anymore.

Gone are the days where I chose to let a man I love walk all over me, pencil me in, and tell me that he "doesn't want to waste my time"

Because I left all those attributes in 2020 with Bryan Ricci.

[ma-gic-gay]

Just as Michael's about to answer their question, Jason's phone goes off. "Perfect timing," he mutters before going outside to take the call. "Jason Morgan."

"Mr. Morgan, it appears Mr. Renault is at the office demanding to speak with you. What should I do?" One of his employees informs him.

"Cyrus has my number. If he would like to schedule a meeting, tell him he can call me and we'll have one."

"I've already told him that and he won't agree to it."

Dammit. Peace in this town is fragile enough; the last thing they need is an angry Cyrus. He's been unstable as of late, not agreeing to this could lead to a gunfight. Well, that's actually to be expected. "We'll meet at the office in twenty minutes then. Tell him to call off his men, including Brando. Look around the perimeter and have the rest of the guards check to make sure that there's no one on the premises or within range of hitting someone."

"Yes sir," the employee agrees, hanging up the phone.

"Business stuff?" Willow asks cautiously. After all, this is the first time she's been in this situation.

"Yeah," Michael answers, sensing from the businesslike stance he's taken in their kitchen. "Let's go check on the kids."

They leave the room and instantly Carly asks, "What did he do?"

"Demanded we meet. I don't know why or what this is about, so please tell me you didn't do anything stupid that could cost the truce to be undone."

"I haven't done anything. I've considered it, but I haven't done anything yet," she tells him. "How long til the meeting?"

"I've gotta get going. You have to stay here, this doesn't concern you. Cyrus is looking for a fight and you'll give him one. He's looking for any reason to violate the truce and take me out," Jason informs her. "I mean it. No showing up."

"Is it a solo meeting?"

"Yes."

"You want me to sit here and list out the times he's tried to kill you this past year and a half? Jason, you can't got to a meeting alone. You'll get killed!" Carly exclaims.

"No I won't, Carly. I've got it handled, I told you," he says, glancing at his watch.

"Yes you will! You need to stop agreeing to these one on one meetings because one of these days he's going to get you killed and I won't be able to survive that!"

"I told you, I'm not getting killed!"

"Can you predict the future? No, you can't! I know you might want to go and have this meeting but you can't do it alone!"

"I'm going to the meeting, Carly. You are going to stay here with your kids, grandkids, and Willow," he says, voice unbudging. She's not going to win.

"Promise me you'll come back."

"Carly-"

"Promise me, Jason, or you're not going!"

"I promise."

"Fine, you can go," she surrenders, hugging him. "But be safe."

"As safe as I can be, meeting with him," he agrees.

"Alright, well you better go now or you're not going to be able to say goodbye to the kids."

He bids them all goodbye, hugs Carly again, and leaves for the meeting. His gun is on him, as is his cell phone. Though the usefulness of a cell phone is to be questioned when it's a mob meeting he's having. Not like he can exactly call the police if anything happens, they'd arrest him.

Arriving at the office, he senses that today's going to be a long day.

"Hey Harry, is it clear?"

"Yes sir."

"Alright, thanks," he says before walking into the office. "Cyrus. What's so urgent?"

"Well, Sonny's been gone a year now. I was hoping we could revisit us joining together for a way to continue the peace in this town," Cyrus answers.

"Like I told you the day you found out he was missing, that isn't happening. You're not going to run your product through this town and ruin it. This was Sonny's territory and if he's not dead and comes back, it'll be his again. We both agreed no drugs. It's not happening. Is that all?" Jason asks, bored.

"No, actually. I was wondering how Mrs. Corinthos is holding up. Given that this is the anniversary of losing her husband, I'd presume not well."

"None of your damn business."

"No need to get so defensive, I'm merely posing a question. Trying to make conversation."

"If you don't have anything related to business to discuss, my men will escort you out."

"Oh, but I doubt you will," Cyrus says, laughing evilly. "You'll be too dead to even have the chance to get me out of this room." He takes his gun from his pocket rather dramatically for Jason's taste and aims for him.

Drawing his gun himself, the now mob boss ducks, narrowly missing the bullet before firing his own, missing the other mobster by only a few inches. That was on purpose; a warning shot of sorts. "It never occurred to me," the ponytail clad man continues unaffected, "that you'd be so easy to take out. I mean, really. Your reputation is that you're businesslike and directly to the point, but then you've agreed to several meetings with me alone. I was planning on having some fairly difficult plans to kill you, but you've simply fallen into my lap. I do suppose I feel a bit bad, however, that Mrs. Corinthos will have to deal with you being dead as well."

There's a line you just don't cross in business, and that's been crossed. He remembers his promise to not die and snaps into action. "Fire that gun again and I hit you right between the eyes," Jason warns, setting himself up for his shot.

"I sense I've hit a nerve," Cyrus smiles, "mentioning her like that. Tell me, Mr. Morgan, has it ever occurred to you that you're the reason she even knows about this business? With you gone, I suppose she'll be taking it over. Though I don't doubt her, I do doubt her ability to properly run this business. It's doubtful that she'll even make it a few weeks before she's ki-"

Another warning shot goes from Jason's gun, this one only barely above his head. "Last warning, Cyrus. This isn't a game. She's barely involved in this business and you have no right to bring her up when this fight is between us. So drop the gun and get on the ground."

Chuckling as though he doesn't even really believe that he's about to be taken out, Cyrus stupidly continues, "I'll probably send one of my men to kill her, you know. Try to make it painless out of respect for her."

"Talking about me?" Carly asks, walking in with armed guards. She's got the worst timing.

"Yes I was, Mrs. Corinthos. How are you?"

"I'd be better if you were in a casket six feet under," she answers calmly. "Now, put your gun down before I kill you with my bare hands."

Where the fuck did she learn how to do that? He didn't teach her, neither did Sonny. Who did? Not the point, Carly isn't supposed to be here. She's now got the chance to be shot. That would kill him faster than the bullet wound he feels he could get.

"You heard her," Jason says. "Gun down, on the ground."

Turns out that's what needed to be done. The guards with guns pointed at his head doesn't hurt either, he's sure, but Cyrus finally gets on the ground and drops his gun.

"Good. Get Mrs. Corinthos out of here, now," he orders, to her complaints. "Carly, just go."

"I, personally, have nothing against her being here," Cyrus voices.

"You have no say." When Carly leaves, Jason calmly continues, "You mention her name again in front of me and I'll kill you. Talk about your plan to take me out again and you'll be dead. Nothing is changing. This is your last warning. Next time you try to kill me or someone I care about, you'll be dead quicker than you can even move from the scene. Get out."

Angrily, the ponytail clad man leaves, escorted by the guards. Jason then makes sure everyone knows to make sure there's no evidence of what happened, and that there's especially none Carly was ever there before he joins her in her car.

It's a quiet ride, with him firing off orders for his men and her pouting.

"I was right! He wanted you dead! You fell right into his trap!" She exclaimed when they walked into the living room of her house.

"No I didn't! Carly, I had it all under control!"

"Gun pointed at you, Jason! I walked in and there was a gun pointed at you!"

"I had mine pointed at him too! You can't walk into a gunfight!"

"Oh, but you can start one? You can get shot, I can't? Is that how this works?"

"The only reason you'd be shot in general is because of me, Carly! I introduced you to the business, I'm the reason you and Sonny got together, and I'm the reason you're still apart of it. I can deal with getting myself shot, I've survived other bullets before, but I can't deal with you getting shot!"

"I didn't!"

"Yeah, because I kicked you out of there!"

"I brought the guards, I was safe!"

"You walked into a gunfight when I told you it was the stupid thing to do! I told you not to go but you couldn't help yourself, could you, and you went to the meeting."

"You want me to tell you I was wrong and apologize? I'm not gonna do that! You could've been killed! God knows what Sonny's livelihood status is, but yours is alive. Alive, Jason! I'm not risking you dying, alright?"

"I've survived bullets before, I'd survive this one!"

"How do you know that? I need you to stay alive, so I don't care what your feelings are on the subject and I'm not apologizing! If I had to do it again and it was the only option, I'd go unarmed and alone. I would've been shot if it meant saving you from that! Cyrus wants you dead!"

"I wouldn't be able to live with myself if you died because of me! Your kids need their mother! Cyrus wants you dead too and I'll be damned if I let it happen."

"So what, Jason, you'll do the noble thing and die instead of me? That'll kill me. I couldn't breathe when we thought you were dead last time. Imagine how I'd be if I knew I was the one who caused it!"

"You're not dying!" He shouts back, but there's no edge to his tone anymore. He's less pissed. "Not when it's preventable. You're not getting shot either Carly. If I cause your death, I'll hate myself."

"And you think I won't hate myself if I cause yours?"

To be continued after midnight bc I have thing to add to my blog

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[andieperrie18]

Prodigal Daughter (Ben Hardy x Reader)

Prompt: Ben and the cast finds out reader is an expert drummer.

When your dog-loving boyfriend auditioned for Bohemian Rhapsody, he's been working hard to be able to play the percussive set as he wanted to honor the character the he was going to play in the movie. You supported him as a loving girlfriend would do although not that he didn't knew much about you but the fact that you were actually an expert on the drum set had him, his castmates and the two members of Queen in total awe as they eyed from across the stage set.

It happpened like this….

"Awe love, thanks coming here to support me." Ben had an arm around you while walking together, following his cast mates and the others to the stage. The iconic Live Aid was their first scene as Ben told you and for support, you went to watch him as you wanted to see the hard work of your dear lover.

"Love, you should rest for a bit. You've been playing for a quite a while." Your voice laced with concerned. You watch him shake his head no, "It's okay, love." He continous to do the drum routine.

You know that he will nail it. And what better way to boost him than be there and cheer for him.

You stood afar from the set as they shot the scene. You would catch him glancing at you with his biggest smiles as you would bob your head to his beat. The beat that you fell inlove with in your teen years. You didn't even notice the way your foot tap to the ground, each stomp so acute to the beat of the biggest drum.

"and….CUT!!"

You were the first to cheer as you ran to the stage to meet Ben, him doing the same by jumping off it with a large smile welcoming you in his muscly and comfy embrace. You could tell he was proud of himself.

"Babe! That was so cool!!!"

"I KNOW, I was like--" he babble with some sound effects, making some clear emphasis of what he had seen himself doing behind the drum set. Giggling at his action, you both walked together to the bottom of the stage where the peeps had gathered.

Exchanging different compliments, Ben and his castmates were rained with praises from Roger and Brian.

"My almost prodigal son is here." The lead drummer of Queen quoted earning a shy smile from the lad. The man has been a great role model for Ben as he almost stood as a father to him and to you aswell.

"Almost."

"I think we could all agree to that can we?" Gwilym said.

"Well, he did nail it. Good Job Benjamin. But I think Cardboard Ben is Better." Laughter bursted inside the loose circle, you laughing along Joe's affection to your boyfriend carbon copy in cardboard.

"Stop it, Joe. Your hurting my feelings here."

The chatter continued, talking and complementing Rami and Gwylim of them rocking their own routine.

"O My Goodness! Y/n M/n L/n. Is that really you?"

Now this somehow caught everyone's attention. Turning to the owner of the voice, you met the very, very familiar face of a female. It didn't made you hold back the smile the moment you met her gaze.

"JEM!! ITS YOU!!" Basically scurrying out of Ben's embrace, enveloping the girl in a bear hug, and vice versa.

Joe was the first to speak out of all the confused faces.

"Jem, love? You know Y/n?"

Ben was also confused as he knew all of your friends yet he wasn't very much familiar with this one but not in a bad way. The interaction you gave looked genuined and so did hers, it was as if you knew the said stranger almost by heart.

Jem, who is basically bear hugging you looked back to her boyfriend and said,

"OH, Joe, guys, remember when I said I was in a band?"

Everyone nodded.

"Well, you see we were a four person band and I know you have met my two other former band mates and I said I had lost contact with one of my members since our accounts have been hacked before. " you still had the girl in your grasp while looking at the small crowd cowering around the both of you.

"W-wait? Are you saying Y/n's your long lost band member?"

Jem nodded furiously at Lucy's question.

"Wow! Y/n, why didn't you say anything?"

Ben had a seemingly excited look on his face as if he was a boy who just found a treasure chest in his backyard. His eyes trained on you. Curiosity lingering on them.

"Well, nobody real asked about it and that was way too long ago." You trailed.

Joe suddenly pops up statement.

"Hold on a minute, Viola said that she was the pianist and Jax was the bassist. And you told me that you were lead vocalist…"

Ben was the next to speak, following his friend's statement.

"Which would mean that my girlfriend, is your band'--"

"Lead drummer? Yeah!"

The confidence your dear friend radiated as she began to brag you to your friends turning you into a shy fly. And the fact that your idol, nome other than another father figure aswell known as Roger Meddows Taylor, who is basically standing beside you is hearing all this things got you shy chills.

"Hey, Jem thats enough. Besides, as I said that was quite a long time ago and I don't think I could be that great on it anymore."

Jem gave you and eye roll, "Y/n, there's no way that you could loose your touch. Even if your mind doesn't remember, your hands and feet does. Also, I heard from Ben that he would sometimes catch you playing with your chopstick while doing the dishes. I should've known your dating the hunk of a man sooner." You rolled your eyes as Jem whispered the last sentence to you.

"How 'bout you plah for us love?" Roger placed a hand on your shoulder, handing you a pair of sticks. Your eyes turned into saucers.

"I-i don't know Mr. Taylor--" "Roger kiddo."

You smiled, "Roger, as much as I want to play. I not as good as I was before."

This time Ben talks you out.

"You can't be that bad love, we just wanna see you play. You can go do any song."

You looked at him, rather unsure of yourself. Sure, one can't unlearn what is learned. Everyone around you started to encourage you aswell. Ben's puppy eyes, was the last warning bell you could ever receive as you sighed and took the drum sticks. Suddenly feeling a spark in your palms after having contact with it after a long while.

"Go Y/N!!"

"YOU CAN DO IT LOVE!!"

You ran up to the stage, thanking yourself for wearing a pair jeans on this unexpected day. Jem skipped her way as she followed you and as if she already knew what song you were gonna play, she hurriedly plugged her phone on the jack and waited for you settle.

"Brings back memories doesn't it?" You shrugged off and smiled as you held the sticks in position.

"Damn, feeling deja vu here."

"You just miss it." Jem replied to you.

You stared past the drum set meeting Ben's eyes as he howls your name. Roger doing the same and so does the others around the stage. Father and boyfriend, cheering for you. What a heck of a combo.

You nodded to Jem who proceeded to play the track with a little low volume so it won't over power your routine.

"GO! Y/N GO!" she called out.

Taking a deep breath, you let yourself get lost on the music.

(0:00 to 0:15)

Like your hands had its own mind, it smashed the sticks tips to the first beats. Nearly missing the timing.

"That's a good start." You joked to yourself as you continue to the beat.

Eyeing back to back to your small audience. Their heads bobbing with your beat with smiles on their faces. Watching as your pace gradually quickened along the way.

(0:16 to 0:25)

"I think it's getting faster."

Rami's comment made Ben aware with his girlfriend beat. After having countless practice and hearing some bands drummer plays, Bon Jovi's song had some of the trickiest drum routines and he could tell how complicated the beat and yet, seeing you calmly beaming with each hit, your hands and arms swiftly moving to the next beat as if she practiced the whole routine for almost a week. Whats more was also, it looked quite your style.

Your face looked calm and composed with each beating.

He marvelled you and as if you were so used to the clashing and bashing, you didn't miss any timing.

(0:26 to 1:09)

No eyes left your figure while staying on your beat. Each pair beaming the quicker your arms switch directions as the chorus neared then, what happened next was a small yet seemingly gigantic movement when they caught it. That was the moment Ben knew that his girlfriend wasn't an amatuer drummer.

You twirled one drumstick in between your fingers as the other hit the cymbals, your lips mouthing the lyrics with a smile etched on it. Then slamming both down to the clash instrument.

"Ohhh!!!" "She twirled them! Did you see that?!"

Your hands swifting left to right like accelerate, still singing to the chorus. You drowned yourself to the symphony of each percussion that surrounded you like no one was watching, eyes closed you, staying with the beat.

(1:09 to 2:00)

Maintaining a heck of speed had Roger Taylor screaming his heart out for you. Calling your name, screaming 'thats my kid!!' Out of now where and jumping along the music. Like a proud dad, he cheered.

People were bouncing like they were in a rock concert. Joe was banging his head to your melody. Gwilym and Rami were arm in arm and singing to the song. Brian was dancing around with Lucy.

(2:00 to 2:03)

Your speed growing to a thunderous amount that had everyone going out of their mind while you sat there like you practiced the whole performance for weeks.

"Oh my god! She's freaking nailing it."

"UGH! Ben she's a freaking Queen!"

Ben was freaking out like everybody else while watching your routine with the sticks that even thought he can't do.

(2:03 to 2:32)

The crowd under the stage as the staff was singing along while you drum your heart out. Your movements were so in sync with what your mind had thought of in every sequence, executing everything perfectly. Continuing to the music, each beat was a perfect hit. You caught sight of Ben who had a hand on his forehead and another on his, face had saucer eyes and a slack jawed smile, staring at you.

You let yourself meet his gaze as he notice this.

You winked at him.

(2:34 til end.)

Ben's breath hitched as Roger muttered an 'oh my god' beside him as you threw a stick in the air, then catching it perfectly before hitting the beat perfectly once again.

Everyone was screaming after that, Joe was grabbing his permed hair as if he had witness something insane before him. Lucy could tell that after this mini concert, she won't be able to talk the next day.

Doing a couple more stick twirling and fast paced movements, you finally reach an end with a satisfying clash from the cymbals. Panting, you turned to you now large crowd, screaming for you.

"And there goes your Prodigal Daughter." Roger could only nod on Brian's statement.

Ben rushed up to stage and immediatly lifted you off the ground. Rambling how insanely amazing you were.

"You gotta teach me your ways love." He mumbled against your lips.

"As long as I get something in return." You said after quick peck on his lips.

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Frosty Fear and the Fury of Flames (Dragonshifter! Shouto x Reader) Part 3

Part 2 ^

Hahaha, a part 3 for you??? It’s more likely than you’d think. This is actually kinda fun to write in parts, although it takes me a while. I have a few requests waiting to be answered still and that kinda bums me out still. Gonna be getting a lot more of Todoroki though. Haha… I like fire boys. Also, if you can’t tell. I really want to play dnd.

Tw: Yandere, Nightmares, Slight Gore

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“Bakugou, are you sure about this? I mean-” 

“Did I ask for your opinion, Shitty hair? Come on, get that damn wimp ready to go. We’re going to need to get out of here if we are going to get them away from that damn dragon.” The grimace on his face as deeper set than usual as you were forced to pack up with the others yet again.

They were going to abandon their mission, since there were other things they could do. That was what Bakugou told you at least, you had a feeling that none of the jobs in this tavern were worth half as much to the group as the one involving Shouto was. Still, you were grateful that they wanted you to stay and that you could be useful to them.

You couldn’t stop the sinking feeling though as you knew that getting farther away would be good, but also… They had to do something like give up the goal they had been working towards to assist you. 

The morning was still dark, no sun peaked on the horizon as the birds only just began singing their morning songs. The bags were packed and soon you were all ready to go by the time the sky began to lighten. You would be heading east and down the mountains a good ways until you got to the plains, travelling for about two weeks before stopping in another city called White Fields. Something was said about dangerous rock formations that would cause small landslides and magic folk you couldn't talk to. Not much rest would be allowed, wanting to get as far as possible from the mountains and desert. If luck was on their side, they would be out of reach by that point, since Shouto was still unable to travel that far from what you have learned. Something about territory disputes and bad blood.

That was the plan and you were praying to whatever would listen that it would work. 

"Are you ready, (Y/N)? We had better get going." Mina spoke from the doorway of the little room of the inn. Her face showed a bit of concerned and you realized you had been scratching a bit at your arm. You hurriedly covered the scratches and grabbed the sack with your more material belongings, the golden jewelry, things you had taken from the cave. Following her out to the boys, you all got moving as you walked out of town. 

The place where the sun rose was your destination. Going throughout the day. The further day the mountains, the darker the forests and the colder it was. It was a bit misty out with the morning still being new. The winter would hit quickly this year and you could tell. At least it would here. The cold air from last night seemed to be cradled here. Your arm hairs prickled as you all walked. 

It was as you pulled your arms closer to yourself that you heard Denki speaking, "Hey, you look… like you might want this." He pulled off the warm yellow cloak he had worn throughout the time you had seen him and offered to hand it to you.

"Oh- It's nothing. I'll be fine… The sun will warm me up soon enough. You know I'm not a princess though, so you probably shouldn't call me that." You said with a tiny fake smile. "I appreciate the offer though."

"Aw, maybe I shouldn't call you princess then. No princess holds a candle to you anyways! You have to be the product of some goddess of beauty." He laughed as you couldn't stop the heat rushing to your face, "Don't be so shy. I'm just teasing you. Though you do make a cute face when you're embarrassed. Still, you should take it. I'll be fine without it for a minute."

"Kaminari, I swear to all the gods that I will shove so many rocks into your mouth, if you don't stop flirting. You'll be shitting so many rocks that you could put it on a resume." Bakugo was throwing nonsense threats and this just resulted in some laughter as you had never heard a threat more ridiculous. It was like it was written by someone who didn't actually know how to properly threaten people or something. 

Ah yes. That is me. The narrator, who cannot narrate without getting sidetracked. Now, watching you and the group laugh… The tension of impending doom is nowhere to be found as you all walk the beginnings of the mountains' autumnal scenery. The yellow cloak draped on your shoulders as you continued and Denki at your side, chatting idly with you. His presence and the conversation taking the pressure of the situation away. It seemed he was an expert, being a bard. Something told you to be careful though. The stereotype with musicians and their unfaithfulness… 

There was more time to mull over the prospect later, but you also just found him so jolly. It was a real treat. Going through the day, nothing happened. It was painfully boring event-wise, tiring, but you made progress. You had begun to feel uneasy, despite Kaminari distracting. Something was lurking in the forests, in the trees. Everything seemed about as turned around for you as a spinning carnival mirror maze. 

Sero, Kiri, and Mina seemed to have had no problem as you were led by them. The group was much closer together now and the laughter began to cease. Night would come and the wish to leave these mountains was becoming louder within your head. It was eerie.

No one spoke much while the dark branches of nearly black barked pines hung above with their ruddy red leaves. The silver of the wood beneath was visibly upon some broken branches and on the stumps that you would sometimes pass on the thinning path. They looked unpleasantly rough to touch. Small barbs lining the branches and serving as more than a small warning to be careful around them. 

Soon the light would go, so Kiri found a spot around where some trees had fallen and sat up a fire for the night, while you picked up anything on the ground to make it less rocky. It was also handy for you to get more sticks for the fire. These trees burned infamously easy. A single mistake with a fire and it could go up in minutes, but it would burn for a long time. It was not usual for anyone to cut any down due to the inhabitants though and the consequences. You didn't know what they were and you weren't about to try to find out by harming the forest. 

Dinner was easy, still being able to have some good leftovers from the inn. You had to eat them all today, but it was still going to be fuel until the next time you went to eat fresh food, cooked by someone else at least.

Denki couldn't help lightening the mood as he pulled out his stringed instrument and started playing a lovely song… It was familiar, somehow. You struggled to think of what it was called, but you knew the words. It was peaceful and it definitely seemed to help Mina perk up again as she began talking with Sero. Bakugo seemed less irritable as he ate, the music must calm the beast. You couldn't help the smile that came on your face at that thought.

Singing along probably wouldn't keep him calm, but you oh so wanted to… It would be a little embarrassing, but others might join in.

So you did. It was time to have some fun.

You hummed along and started singing, 

"How much is love worth?

Yet, we're giving it for free.

Didn't cost a penny, but

I've gained everything.

I'd do anything to make her smile

My darling

My darling

Darling~

If only she would look out

Of that dreamy little world

She would then see

That while I am no prince

And will make her crazier than me

I would never quit to admit I'm wrong

I'd always get on her nerves,

She would hate the way I eat

And only then it's worse.

I'd complain about her mother

Even though she's quite alright

I won't stop til I see her blush

Red in the dead of night.

An immoral proposition

If not only for a tease

But I have some qualities

that put her mind at ease.

I love her more than the sea does a shore

As the sun does the horizon,

Unafraid to come back home

And get her blood arising 

Kiss her face and hold her hand

I'll never let her go.

I'm lucky that she loves it

Where I'd be without it, who would know

That she likes to feel the spite

That even though I mess around

I'm in her bed tonight 

Of my darling,

My darling

My darling

Darling

Not doing as the birds and bees 

But holding on her hand,

Kissing at her face

And saying things for show

Her pretty crimson blush

Cause when I see it, then I know

That the hand life dealt

Was a royal flush."

Denki sang with you as the others watch, some la's and humming as you got up with a spin. The swirl of your dress and body as you sang out each part with more confidence. Mina laughed when you would dance and Kirishima was keeping the beat.

After a while, the singing stopped and soon the group started to settle in. 

Bakugo took first watch with Kirishima, Sero and Denki. Then Mina and you. Only because of practicality. It was to be in three hour shifts. It was when you laid down on your bed roll and cover yourself with a blanket you had been given. The night would be cold, but the fire was big enough to warm you as you sleep. As soon as you eyes closed, you were out. A day of travelling made you more than ready to sleep. It was a wonderful thing to sleep with good dreams, but you seemed to lack any dreams lately.

Not tonight.

You woke up in an ashen forest. Smoke choked life as blue flames rose in the distance. It snowed. You could hardly distinguish the ash from the snow until it would either burn you or melt on your skin. Getting up was impossible, the burning branch crushed your legs.

The acrid smell of burnt hair and smoke. It stung your eyes as you tried to tears away while coughing. You just couldn't stop coughing. "Please! Please! Denki?! Mina!" 

You were crying and struggling. The wood was too heavy and you could see the blood on the snow. You were bleeding heavily. It hurt. It hurt.

"Somebody help me! Please! I don't want to die." You couldn't stop the tears as you thrashed about. Soon you stopped though. A growl sounding above you. Blue eyes and blackened scales, injuries beyond counting.

El diablo azul. The shivering continued as you looked up, nothing short of full blown trembling as he snorted hot air over you and knocked the branch away. Draconic was spoken to you as you scrambled back from him. It was deep and grumbling, not hissing or growling like the words spoken by Endeavor or Shouto. 

"I don't under- understand. Thank you though…" You couldn't look away from those blue eyes as they seemed to glint with amusement before the great black wings beat against the air. Smoke and snow getting caught up as he was off again and soaring over the burning forest. Lying in the snow though, you wouldn't be able to get up. Maybe he wanted to give you a chance to survive. So you pulled yourself up and began to walk through the blizzard, blood oozing from your thigh and ash caked on your skin. You weren't going to make that help mean nothing.

Though, you were confident. You looked up to see something far worse than the fire ahead. Red and white scales. Shouto was coming for you. 

Blinking your eyes open as you were shaken awake. Sweat coated your body while you panted, "Stop- Stop! Please."

It was as you jolted up, you saw Denki looking with fear at you. His hands had been shaking you awake and scrambled away. Out of breath as you looked around frantically. "Shshshh, You need to be quiet. You're attracting too much attention. You were screaming in your sleep. What in the world were you dreaming about…?"

"Nothing, it was nothing, Denki… Just a bad dream. I um, I'll take the rest of your shift if you want to go back to sleep. I don't think I can…" You murmurred.