#but i think i'm going to make a few mistakes tonight because i actually cannot handle this

[elytrafemme]

good news: i have become a pretty crier!

bad news: i am now crying :/ reap what you sow or something i don't know i never read the book

[silverynight]

Comfort omega

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Chapter 6

When Izuku arrives to the scene with the other omegas he realizes that one of his least favorite heroes is there too; it's not like he disliked the Phantom thief when he met him, it's just that the first time Izuku helped him, the pro hero didn't ask and just took what he wanted from him.

The omega decides to avoid him this time, instead he goes to other pro heroes but to his surprise, it looks like most of them are trying not to get close to him at all. Izuku doesn't understand, he didn't do anything wrong, did he?

"They're afraid of Dynamight," a familiar voice makes him turn around. Izuku smiles as he finds Shinso next to him. He's a very nice alpha, Izuku has helped him calm down a couple of times.

"What does Kacchan have to do with this?" The omega asks, realizing his mistake too late; his face turns bright red before he adds: "I mean Dynamight."

"They think he's your alpha," Shinso tells him, one of his brows is quirked up with curiosity as he looks at the green haired omega. "Someone posted a few pictures of you two at the amusement park."

"We're not dating!" Izuku says immediately, feeling flustered and worried at the same time. The idea of dating Bakugo crosses his mind but he pushes it away because it seems he has a little bit of a problem at the moment. "He hasn't even scented me! We went out as friends!"

If this is going to affect his job, he'll have to ask Bakugo to say something publicly.

There's a curious expression on Shinso's face before he takes a step closer to Izuku.

"I think I need a hug," he mumbles, looking a little bit shy out of the sudden. "You can help me and maybe the others will see that you're available as a comfort omega."

Izuku is not sure if the pro hero actually needs the comfort or he's doing it for him, but he's really grateful anyway. With a huge smile he jumps into the pro hero's arms and nuzzles happily against him.

It's not the first time he's helped him relax, but for some reason Shinso looks more flustered this time than the others.

"Your hair is really soft," the pro hero comments, running his fingers through Izuku's wild curls.

"Thank you," the omega says; he feels better when he notices that a couple of other alphas are looking at them with interest.

"That's enough, it's my turn now."

Izuku likes to help people as much as he can, especially pro heroes since they do too much for civilians and the city in general, but his inner omega doesn't quite like the Phantom thief at all.

"Not the best omega I've ever met, but I guess you know how to do your job," the alpha says almost mockingly.

Shinso growls at him in response and pulls Izuku closer to himself, which the omega really appreciates.

"Come on, Shinso... Don't act like you're his knight in shining armor. It's not like he's going to let you bite him or–"

"You didn't approach him earlier because you were afraid of Bakugo, right Monoma?"

"I'm not afraid of a barbarian like him!"

Shinso smirks at the other pro hero. Izuku realizes, right before the Phantom thief's eyes turn white, that Shinso is about to use his quirk on him.

"Walk away from us and don't get closer to Midoriya again."

Despite himself, Izuku chuckles when he sees the other pro hero getting away from them like a zombie. Although he gets worried about Shinso for a moment.

"Won't you get in trouble for this?"

"No," Shinso shakes his head before nuzzling against Izuku's hair. "Monoma is an asshole, nobody likes him. If he tells someone they'll probably tell him he deserved it, which he did."

After he helps other two pro heroes, who look a little bit reluctant at first, Izuku gets a call from Todoroki.

"Midoriya."

"Yes, what is it?"

"Are you dating Bakugo?"

Knowing Todoroki cannot see him, Izuku rolls his eyes at his phone.

"No, we're just friends."

There's a moment of silence during which the omega thinks Todoroki didn't hear him at all and he'll have to repeat himself.

"Great. Then I'd like to see you tonight, if you're available..."

"Of course, I'll see you in a couple of hours!" He says... Perhaps he'll have to talk to Bakugo about it, but after he asks for Aoyama's advice first.

***

Fortunately when he finds himself in the break room again, the girl who asked him out is nowhere to be seen.

"They told me your alpha is not letting anyone comfort him," Aoyama doesn't even say 'Hi' before blurting out all that information to him; he sits next to Izuku, pressing his shoulder against his.

The omega sighs, holding back a blush; he had no idea Bakugo would be that difficult. Maybe he made the wrong choice by deciding to become his friend instead of staying as the pro hero's comfort omega.

"Kacchan is not my alpha."

"How did you know I was talking about him then? I didn't mention his name," Aoyama chuckles, but Izuku refuses to take the bait.

"There's no other alpha as stubborn as him," the green haired omega mumbles.

"Touché."

Izuku takes a deep breath before covering his face with both hands and groaning into them; it seems there's a lot he needs to talk about with Bakugo but that'll have to wait until tomorrow because he needs to see Todoroki first.

"Will you ever tell me why you're trending on Twitter at the moment?"

Another frustrated groan escapes from his lips but this time gentle fingers touch the back of his neck to pull him to the side until he finds his head on Aoyama's shoulder.

After another second, Izuku moves his own hands away from his face.

He tells him everything and ignores the fact that he feels his cheeks getting warm as he talks about the amusement park.

"Are you sure it wasn't a date?"

"Not you too!"

Aoyama smiles before pulling the other omega into a hug.

"Mon ami, I'm just saying... I mean you looked quite happy," he comments with a mischievous glimmer in his eyes as he pulls out his phone to show him a picture of him and Bakugo taken at the amusement park.

They both look happy.

"I enjoy myself when I'm with you too."

"It's not the same," Aoyama argues, shaking his head. "Besides, I don't think I've ever seen Dynamight like this... The way he looks at you–"

"We're friends!" Izuku cuts him off; he knows he sounds flustered, but he doesn't want to think about that at the moment. Bakugo is his friend and he really doesn't think a prime alpha like him would ever see a simple omega like Izuku in that way.

"Fine!" Aoyama rolls his eyes. "Keep living in denial. Now tell me... What are you gonna do then?"

"Talk to him. I think he needs to confirm we're not dating on social media. The rumor it's already affecting my job..."

"I'm not sure about that, darling. I think you should really think about what you want first. I mean I know you love helping pro heroes, but you have mentioned before that you wanted to have a family."

He still wants to.

"At some point!" Izuku corrects him, getting flustered. Well, maybe he wouldn't mind to have someone to go on dates with, but he can't do any of that because of his job. Besides... He doesn't really have anyone in mind... Not really.

"So you'll talk to him tonight?" Aoyama sighs, probably choosing not to argue with the other omega anymore.

"No, I need to see Todoroki first."

"Oh, right... The rich alpha," Aoyama chuckles. "I forgot you do house calls now. Good luck with that!"

For some reason, Izuku feels like he'll need all the luck he can gather for the next couple of days.

***

This time he has dinner with Todoroki in his penthouse. The alpha insists so much Izuku can't say 'No' to him.

Of course it's not usual to let the alpha he's helping buy him dinner, but this is not an usual type of situation. Izuku knew doing house calls would be a little bit different than comforting an alpha right after a fight against a villain.

The omega lets himself relax a little bit, not allowing his thoughts to drift back to Bakugo. He'll have enough time to talk to him tomorrow.

Izuku helps Todoroki with the dishes, patiently waiting for the alpha to tell him something.

"Can we sit on the couch?"

Actually, Izuku is the only one who sits, because Todoroki lies next to him with his head on the omega's lap.

"Is this okay, Midoriya?"

"It's fine," Izuku assures him with a gentle smile as he starts running his fingers through his hair. The change in his scent is almost immediate. Todoroki relaxes almost completely under the omega's hand.

"I was worried when I heard you were dating Bakugo."

Out of all the things they can talk about, why does he want to bring that up now?

"I'm not–"

"I know, you told me," Todoroki cuts him off, looking up at him. "And I'm glad. I don't think Bakugo would be good for you."

"Kacchan is not bad!" In his desperation to defend his friend, the childhood name escapes from his lips. When he notices the confusion in Todoroki's mismatched eyes, he adds: "Bakugo is a good person. Besides, I cannot date at the moment."

"Why not?"

"I'm a comfort omega. That's one of the rules; it'd make my job complicated at best and impossible at worst."

"I see..." Todoroki mumbles before sitting back on the couch, scooting closer to the omega. "I still don't like the idea of Bakugo being close to you. He has anger issues... I've seen him yelling at civilians."

"But he's never actually hurt anyone," Izuku argues, feeling a little bit irritated on his friend's behalf. "Besides, he's been working on his anger issues. And he's never been rude to me since we saw each other again."

"What do you mean again?"

"I knew him already... From... middle school."

The omega doesn't say anything else and fortunately Todoroki doesn't ask about it again, although he looks worried. Actually, Izuku is not irritated with him; he knows why Todoroki doesn't trust people that are prone to anger.

But Bakugo is nothing like Endeavor.

"If you need anything, just call me. I can protect you."

From him, he doesn't say it, but Izuku knows the alpha is thinking about it. Instead of arguing with him because he knows Todoroki is not going to change his mind that easily, Izuku nuzzles against his cheek to help him relax; it's what he came here for after all.

"Thank you. But I know how to take care of myself."

Despite Izuku's efforts, the protective smell coming from Todoroki doesn't disappear completely, but at least his scent becomes more sweet.

When Izuku goes back home, he lies on his bed for a while with his eyes open, worrying about tomorrow until he falls asleep.

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writer anon, hi cas, so um I did figure out a few things, I did another reply write after I saw your response, so maybe like copy paste them both into a post and respond then, so I can remember what I asked lol, went down a strange rabbit hole when I was looking up things, and came to a few conclusions

-spreading out exposition the first few chapters would be better for pacing

-it would be better for my future “plans” (in heavy quotations bc it’s actually not a plan, and more of a nightmare thats disguised as a daydream Taylor reference by mistake lol) for there to still be a war, and preventing another war plot, means I have to add stuff about politics, and I don’t want to do that until later

-instead of a guy think about the history of the past few years I’ll change it to the leader of a rebellion (kind of)/child soldiers (for added trauma) explaining it and their plans, at like a briefing, so it’s a bit less info dumping, and a briefing makes a bit more sense (?)

-it would also emphasize how much no one like the main villain (I will be changing his name a lot, so I’ll just call him that) and also introduce a the different way people view events (winners write history, stuff like that, etc.)

I was going to write tonight, but I found ttpd reaction videos, so I had to watch those, and then I got a headache that made my ears pop, so it hurt to have headphones in and I physically cannot start writing without music. I’m probably getting sick lol, and I have a busy week, but I’ll probably send you the prologue, and first chapter by next weekend, hopefully. keep me accountable please. I haven’t written in ages bc no motivation and I’m afraid of it abandoning me, so having someone actually read is nice (is this what you and your beloveds do?)

Also, what was the strangest thing you’ve looked up for a fic? Curious bc today I looked up how much blood can a human loose before they die, stuff about child soldiers, dictators, were bombs possible in medieval times, and that’s honestly not event the worst of it.

hope you have a good day/night, also new chapter of clandestine also prevented me from writing so ty for that (but it was seriously so good).

Hi hon! Sorry I didn't respond to this and the other together, I just work my way up my inbox so I didn't see them together.

All these ideas sound great! Yes, please send me the next chapter! I'll try to keep you accountable but I have no idea who you are so...I'm not sure what else to do besides encourage you? lol

Hahaha yes, me and my beloveds (@starchasersunseeker and @beautyoftheships ) do read each other's work. It's super helpful and makes it a lot more fun. Honestly I would not be where I am without them.

The weirdest thing I ever looked up was definitely detailed descriptions of methods of torture :P I promise, FBI agent reading this, it was for a fic! Strangely, I know the answer to the blood question because of a horror movie.

Have a wonderful day!!! I can't wait to see what you create!

[mobolanz]

For the OC asks: 25, 11, 6 and 8! You may choose the characters! :D

When giving me a character choice, quite a guarantee I'm Going for all the three main girlies!:D

6. Which song off of your most recently played playlist are they?

Royal scandal my beloved<\3

Evelyn:

The night I met you was just like magic.

I fell in love.

Just that rendered all spells useless against me.

Wanting to dream for thousand and one nights, she escaped alone.

She smiled slightly when she saw my unfamiliar clothes and curious shoes.

Still, we were in fact prisoners. Our status and birth are too different. Those without authority cannot even be by your side. I’m not good enough.

Cecille:

「Ah, don’t stop loving me~」

Only just for this night,

may we have this pessimistic affair, The farewell starts to fade

after the two have their first cocktail drinks,

Like a virgin night, why don’t you choose your favourite colour for tonight?

But I guess if you don’t want to then that’s fine;

I’ll just cry alone.

Mia :

(quite literally her theme song heheu🥀 (⁠ﾉ⁠◕⁠ヮ⁠◕⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠*⁠.⁠✧)

A still beautiful woman's face

Reveals a wild beast's fangs

"This is how I will live"

I lean down to your unmoving throat

And take a bite

8. If they had the option to travel to the past and change one thing, would they? What would they change?

Evelyn: She would. But it's pointless to think about because it's never going to magically hapoen anyway like she'd have believed once. Just go back to any mistake she ever made and... pick the other option. The perfect one.

But then how would she truly grow smarter if listening to a random voice in her head to go the other direction... what's so certain about it being the right choice

Besides... would she still be as lovely as at least very few call her now if she took the other way?

Cecille: Making sure to never encounter a good chunk of people. That way their annoying faces, and words wouldn't randomly come across her mind. And wouldn't suffocate.

Mia: can't exactly think of anything. Probably whatever it must've been that got her to give up so soon...

11. What is their weapon of choice (literal or figurative)?

Evelyn: I suppose that'd be a pistol. Man once she actually gets to use it would be messed up 🥹

Cecille : Dagger that's thin as a needle in the edge.

Mia: Has her own rapier, her ring transforms into it classic dark magical girl style :3

25. Are they quick to anger? What is most likely to make them angry?

Evelyn: nope. At least again, she's extremely restraint in negative (albeit natural and valid ;-;) emotions. To a core of even being angry with herself to being "so easily" driven to that. Should she almost snap, she'd hold it in her throat and pause for a few good seconds, lowering her gaze. One example though would be open narrow-mindedness and lack of care and outright nasty attitude. With that in mind she keeps herself in check because... maybe the other person has their reasons to act like that?

Until one time she just doesn't care anymore.

Cecille: Very much making it so it's rare for her to get to a shouting level, but her patience despite her exterior cool and collected demeanour is paper thin. I'd say getting all clingy and following her around and also not ceasing to talk like a megaphone in her ear. Touchy subjects brought up randomly would touch a nerve for her too. (She'd straight up slam at the table if it gets them to shut the hell up)

Mia: Oh. VERY. Be it especially the same moral lecturing on doing all for the sake of others and putting her feelings and needs aside. When that's what she's been doing her whole life. Especially should it come from someone without a care in their world, getting all judgemental and assuming the worst without ever pondering into the bigger picture of the situation. To put shortly Ignorant righteousness. Three, two, one, she starts spitting venom.

Some OC Asks

[imasimpcentral]

Z - please go!

J - what is it, what's wrong my dear?

Z - you know nothing about me, you've known me only a few years!

J - a few years?? Zeke I've known you all my life.

Z - all your life..

J - it's true, I've seen you in a thousand plays, read you in as many books, when I've heard beautiful music I thought, "he'd like that". I've looked at flowers and known that one day I'd give them to you-

Z - oh stop, stop! You must listen to me I'm not that man. Perhaps I was once but I'm not now, you see you were wrong. You can't trust me.

J - are you trying to tell me that someone whose name we both know and won't mention sent you?

Z - what are you saying?

J - you see I've known all along... I had looked you up the day you arrived.

Z - and it didn't make any difference-?

J - it didn't make any difference. You see I trust you. You came here to betray me and to remove my magic and to remove all magic for that matter, that is your mission Zeke Beakerman Nichols and yet I am so sure of your love that I will trust you with my life and what is far more valuable the state of the wizard realm and my magic.

Z - I will betray you...

J - if you do you will betray yourself at the same time.

Z - yes, yes I know...

J - so you shall know my secret even now as we sit here there is a great network growing tighter around the foremost wizard counsels of the world treaties, packs, alliances being formed against your sister who sent you. Tonight I will sign a pact that will set the wheels in motion to destroy her.

Z - destroy her? NO!

J - she's made a great many mistakes the greatest of all was sending you here Zeke.

Z - why?

J - she knew I should love you but she did not guess that you would fall in love with me.

Z - no... she didn't guess that...

J - then you do see that you cannot betray her.

Z - if I betray you, I betray myself. If I betray her, I betray my family. My family is very dear to me.

J - dearer than I?

Z - no...no not dearer than you.

J - then will you help me defeat her?

Z - help you... defeat her?

J - by telling me her plans, that's the only way I can hope to defeat her. We can't both win you see Zeke.

Z - I'm.. beginning to see.

J - then you will help me?

Z - by giving you any information I may possess concerning our plans?

J - yes.

Z - you're very clever, aren't you? Oh I can read you like a book now... You thought I was young and easily swayed. That you could make me love you and I would throw over my family, my duty for you!

J - it's not the way to look at it Zeke!

Z - you weren't so wise after all because you've lost you hear me? Lost! You've guessed wrong in our little duel of wits you forgot how close hate is to love!

J - you don't know what you're saying Zeke!

Z - you never loved me! You knew that I loved you and you used that!

J - Zeke stop talking like a child we're playing for magic now!

Z - yes, we are aren't we!? This is a gun in my hand Justin. I'd advise you to be careful what you say...

J - well... Rather melodramatic aren't you? Tell me, will I be the seventh knot from the gun or the eighth? Haha... Do you mind if I smoke?

Z - smoke?

J - I always smoke in the theatre somehow it enhances the performance.

Z - you can do anything you please Justin, but you have very little time to do it in.

J - you mean you're actually going to kill me?

Z - I mean just that.

J - well, go ahead.

Z - I'll do this my own way. Look! You already know my purpose in being here now you will either give me your magic or I will kill you. You have until nine o'clock.

J - you won't do it. You can't pull the trigger... You can't pull it because you love me it takes a very brave and a very cold man to do that Zeke, I don't think you can. Isn't that true? Isn't that why you're waiting?

Z - that's not true!

J - or is it that you want to watch your victim, you want my heart to constrict with agony, my hands to shake, you want me to plead for my life so you can make a generous gesture and spare me! Sorry Zeke I don't seem to be in the mood for prayers tonight.

Z - you don't think I'll do it! That's why you're so brave. You don't think I'll do it. You wouldn't be so brave otherwise. You're a coward at heart. You lied to me, you deceived me-

J - you tried to deceive me.

Z - I'm tired of listening to you!

J - you gave me your heart you know? You'd like me to hand it back whole again, but I won't. You'll live a long time yet Zeke an eternity without me... You will look into the faces of passers by hoping for something that will for an instant bring me back to you. You will find moonlit nights strangely empty because when you call my name through them there will be no answer. Always your heart will be aching for me and your mind will give you the doubtful consolation that you did a brave thing.

Z - you dare to talk of bravery..!

J - what else do we have to talk about Zeke? For me there will never be another man but you, but for my heart there is another love that must come before you, my magic. You're so still. Your face is like ice. What are you thinking Zeke?

Z - what does anything you can say matter? You betrayed me with words. What good are words? Your heart is breaking... If I fail now I should deserve to die. You tricked me into loving you.

J - aren't you forgetting that you came here with the same purpose?

Z - I couldn't have betrayed you. I tried to tell you. You said you already knew! I was as honest as I knew how to be!

J - do you think I wanted to love you? Knowing where you came from and what your mission was? Don't you suppose that every hour we were together I was thinking, "he's just pretending"

Z - I wasn't! I loved you!

J - and I loved you so much I let you pretend... Because you brought something to my days I couldn't stand the thought of losing.

[. The clock stricks nine pm .]

J - Listen to your heart Zeke. Feel it pounding.

Z - your time is up!

J - then my last words I love you Zeke.

Z - you're determined to die with a lie on your lips!

[. gunshots are heard .]

J - I love you Zeke.

Z - oh, god.

[hospitalterrorizer]

diary268

6/11-12/24

tuesday - wednesday

the man came and sprayed

and we came home to see many dead and dying roaches on the ground, a grotesque hope but i hope we see more dying soon.

i did go to an urgent care today for my throat, they said nothing was wrong... so my gf wasted money on me. i feel bad about that. i hope i can sleep tonight without any pain.

up too late because i worked too much on the cover art stuff,, hope that is done soon. i might spend all of tomorrow doing that.

pretty shortly a friend from out of town will be here, i hope by then i am not ill, not like this, at least.

the camera things also came today, i won't post any vids from the handycam but here are some frames i pulled out of it, very fond of the interlacing stuff, i imagine this is what some people i see online do for photos, the video cam makes me think one thing i could do for taking pics for the cover art is instead stick it somewhere where i like it, pose a bunch over a few minutes, and then rip out the frames and select the best one for the cover art. that seems prudent, i might also try and get some actual pix taken.

here are the frames i ripped testing, of myself:

this last one i really like, it's me messing with the night vision light while having a light on in the room still. very crazy look imo.

the psp camera came, here's some pics i took with that:

my little shrine area

the apartment a mess because we still had to get everything situated then, in a very funny filter.

i really like the filters on the camera, they're almost too horrible to use but that makes them artistically interesting, i can maybe figure something out with them? there's a toy camera setting which is interesting to me.

i made a dumb mistake with the video camera, i didn't realize it was only coming with a dvd-r, not rw or +rw, so it's not a rewritable disc, so i finalized it thinking i could undo that,.. but i cannot.. soo... unfortunate. i had to buy some other discs cuz of that, i have 4 dvd-rws coming on the way (i think 2 reg and 2 +rw) which is a pointless distinction as far as i can gather but maybe they look different or behave different? weird stuff if you ask me. but it's worth it. i also need to get an sd card loaded into it so i can take regular photos with it. that seems rather fun, #imo.

anyway, i really must sleep now. things are in progress, now i'm getting funny ideas for music vids and stuff, exciting stuff there... yeay....

so

byebye!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[savingthrcw]

"It will matter if we get caught on this mission at the company: if everything goes according to plan within weeks I'll be in the middle of illegal trades," she retorted, "One mistake and they'll come for us and whoever was associated with us. For now all we can focus on is making them buy that we are a real couple, we've been together long enough to move in together and I must know your best friend if we are taking this big step. You could have kept Caleb out of this, at the very least, our fake identities aren't just to protect us."

He just didn't seem concerned one bit, and Sarah didn't understand; on one hand, she couldn't imagine trusting someone that much, on the other she couldn't imagine dragging them into potential danger unless it was needed. Impossible to avoid. Damn it, had he thought nothing of the fact that her long term work partner had betrayed them all?

because I'm one-hundred-ten percent satisfied that Brewster can be discreet

"Happy for you. I didn't consent to trust him with my life or my secrets," she snapped, wondering why the concept of privacy was so hard to understand for a CIA agent. Especially when knowing there may be more traitors, just like there had been in the past. "Well, the way you said it before, given the context you gave me, I assumed you told him everything." It was a little better now, to know that he hadn't actually shared the entire plan and who else was involved.

Seeing how you've all but confessed to not having any friends, I suppose it was unfair of me to assume you'd understand

She scowled at the comment about her not having real friends, but she couldn't exactly deny that it was true: "Oh, that's real nice, Tallmadge. And you are certainly making a case for me opening up to that, it's not like you tricked me when I tried to be nice the first time, and blindsighted me this second time around."

She didn't know why or how he got under her skin so much; she was one of the very few agents, besides the double-ones, who had always been able to trick even other spies into believing her personality was whatever she wanted, but with Tallmadge she couldn't try to settle in her cover, let alone control her real feelings. But maybe it wasn't him - maybe it was Bryce, his ghost taunting her.

"Nothing besides not calling it a fit. I'm going to start making dinner for Caleb," she decided, "It's the least I can do if we're going to have a guest, even if it's weird that a boyfriend would invite his best friend to the house considering a real couple would be celebrating in a very different way." No, maybe it was him too, they couldn't see eye to eye on anything.

"But you can do something from now on to ease my mind," she continued in a calmer tone, making her way to the kitchen aisle to check what she could come up with, "Don't talk about my real identity to other people, only about my cover, even if they are brothers to you. Unless it's part of a mission or we agreed beforehand. Nothing about what else I may be working on, doing, thinking or feeling. I don't share my personal information easily, I don't want other people doing it for me. You can tell Caleb I'm an ass and you are uncomfortable with this mission, but you cannot tell him about other assignments I may be given later on when we are supposedly dating or things you may notice about my real personality." This to her was the most basic requirement, so basic that she hadn't thought it needed saying, but again, clearly they had different styles, which was the real problem.

"And later, tonight or tomorrow, we need to have a talk. We need to discuss what we want to do, including inviting guests, and what we expect from each other. We can't keep finding out the hard way how... different we are. You could have asked me what we were supposed to do tonight if you weren't sure. If you have any question or doubt: ask me. You didn't need to invite a buffer, I was going to make us dinner, and we would have talked. And then we would have pretended to be about to christen the house. That's all."

This woman was confounding. Ben never knew from one minute to the next whether or not his words would enchant or infuriate her, and gritting his teeth, he coolly pointed out, "If I truly have been followed for the past month or so, it won't matter if I've told Caleb, because he'll already be on their radar! Honestly, Sarah, I don't know what you're getting so bent out of shape over! It's not an insurmountable issue!"

It wasn't even an issue at all, as far as he was concerned, yet the high-strung agent was already rocketing up from the couch, their act of affection no longer at the forefront of her mind. She began to pace from one end of the room to the other, practically burning a hole through the throw rug.

"Do you understand that we could be killed any moment, for starting a secret investigation? Even by people who aren't part of this but don't want snitches among their lines. And you went and told someone else."

"I didn't just tell 'someone else,' I told my best friend!" Ben snapped. "Even if he wasn't the best and brightest in his field, he's wholly devoted to the truth. I don't care whether or not you trust me, Agent Walker, because I'm one-hundred-ten percent satisfied that Brewster can be discreet. Besides: I didn't tell him everything -- just that we're on a mission, and that we might finally get some answers on Sackett's death." Ben rose from his seat and folded his arms. "He doesn't know that you are helping me, specifically...he thinks you're just a piece of the puzzle in proving I'm in a faux relationship. That's all. Honest."

Sarah chastised him, and cheeks burning hot with frustration, Ben gripped his elbows and huffed. "I don't not care about what happens to you," he coolly said, "but you're right: I should've at least given a fair warning. Seeing how you've all but confessed to not having any friends, I suppose it was unfair of me to assume you'd understand."

A low blow, perhaps, but he was exasperated with her faulty concerns. And then she admitted to it being her fault, and brows rising high on his head, Ben blinked at her in bafflement. "What do you mean?" he pressed. "Sarah, it...it's not your fault, I just...I have a hard time with not acting whenever I see fit. I didn't feel it prudent to wait." Dropping his face into his hands, he sighed and rubbed at his tired eyes. "What should I do?" he wearily asked. "Obviously, you're still having a fit about this, so what can Caleb and I do to ease your mind?"

[creekfiend]

I'm just on a roll of train of thought rambles tonight but also

Something I've noticed since I started working on the "retraining your nervous system" aspect of trauma informed... personal... stuff. Is that you can retrain. A Lot Of things about your brain

Lately I've been working on training myself to:

1. Accept the information that I have done harm as value neutral information about which I can make a decision going forward

2. In general view my own emotional state and the emotional states of those around me at any given time as Information, as well. This makes things feel much less urgent and allows me to feel I can take my time examining those emotions and thinking about where they're coming from and why and what would be the most productive way to handle them (usually the answer is to take care of my animal body for a few days and not put pressure on myself to make decisions immediately. And then think about it when it seems less dire) (this is related to rewiring your nervous system in that I am trying to not make decisions or have important conversations when I am in fight-or-flight mode, which for me is Often)

3. Approach others' feelings and opinions and behaviors with curiosity rather than judgment. This one is hard. And crucially doesn't mean excusing harm. But it also involves giving yourself grace to approach your past behaviors etc with the same attitude. Which is very good for brain)

4. Really thinking about what my goal is in any given interaction. Often this comes down to "I don't really want to even have an interaction about this" but when it's something you actually think about and examine calmly instead of doing it as a knee jerk avoidance behavior... that's really a reassuring thing to have practice doing bc you know you're making a Real Decision and not doing trauma response stuff

5. Thinking of boundaries as things *you* will do in response to others' behavior rather than lines in the sand trying to dictate that behavior. So you can say "if you talk to me like that I will leave the room" or "here is how I will be responding to that behavior in the future" that's just information for the other person, not telling them what to do, and it's VERY FREEING to relinquish any idea you have in your head about controlling others' behavior.. sometimes when we first start thinking about boundaries i think we can make the mistake that it means telling people they can't do or have to do x. It doesn't. Its not "hey uncle George you Cannot misgender me" it's "if you continue to misgender me I will not be able to trust you and i will not be maintaining a relationship with you" (FOR EXAMPLE). this isn't a better approach for 'don't tell other people what to do' reasons, it's a better approach because it GIVES YOU MORE CONTROL over your life and your interactions bc you've given thought to what YOUR choices and actions will be under various cirsumstances

Wow idk if this made any sense but yeah this is all the pip brain reprogramming playbook right now. Maybe it would be helpful for other people who are also trying to think about how to approach different ways of retraining your brain. I hope so. The more you practice. The easier it gets. Like learning an instrument. Because your brain makes shortcut pathways based on how often you do things. So practice what you want to be easier!!!

[minahoeshi]

you were loved the most of all.

Ushijima Wakatoshi x reader | break-up angst

summary: You should've known that when Ushijima Wakatoshi found it easy to fall in love with you, it might be even easier for him to fall out of it. But who expects the worst when it comes to loving someone as seemingly perfect as him, anyway?

Chapter 1 of 2

Chapter 2 of 2

He said it was easy to fall in love with you. He said he didn’t know when exactly, at which place, nor for what reason. Simply one day, Ushijima Wakatoshi found himself looking at you with the epiphany that maybe there’s something more meant to happen between you and him. There you stood before him that day, the person he could promise love to. (And there he stood before you that moment, the boy whose promises you found yourself believing in no matter what.)

So maybe that’s why it was even easier for him to fall out of love. When he told you he was no longer in love with you, it didn’t matter to you to ask when exactly, at which place, or for what reason. Even the universe itself is meant to fizzle out one day along with the death of the stars. Just one more person drifting away from you like a lone planet with no real orbit shouldn’t leave you broken. You are used to this. You won’t fall apart.

But you break anyway.

It was snowing outside when he decided to tell you to end things now before it hurts both of you even further. Not that the snow has anything to do with the coldness creeping up your chest threatening to spill out of you in endless sobs. You were glad, though. That at the very least, he remained honest with his feelings. He never left you guessing. Every time, he never forgets to tell you what’s on his mind. His honesty is something he thought was necessary.

“I understand, don’t worry. Thank you for telling me right away. I know you’re also considering me–” you tell him and choke up. There are tears running down your face but you’re not worried about that. Wakatoshi never let you mask your emotions around him. For the longest time, he reminded you to feel free to be completely bare with him. All the good and the bad, he said. Don’t be afraid to show them to me. I will always understand.

He steps closer and puts you between his arms. You feel his chin on top of your head as you lean your face into his chest. You’re sobbing now. “I’ll be fine, Toshi. We’ll be fine.”

He kisses the top of your head and lets you stay in his arms for minutes. “I loved you then, and I love you still. It’s just that they’re no longer the same kind. I will stay if you ask me to, okay? Anything you want.”

This only makes you cry harder. He’s always been too good. And even in breaking your heart, he’s too good. You want him to hold on. You want to ask him to stay with you for years and years. Even with a different kind of love, you’ll let him be as long he’s close by. But someone like him who has dreams beyond yourself shouldn’t ever be with someone like you who still lacks certainty toward anything.

“Just for tonight,” you ask, still crying. “Can I stay?”

“of course,” he replies. Anytime you want. Anything you want. It has always been this way.

Because humans are creatures of routines and familiarity, you spend that night the way you usually do when you’re at his place. You cook dinner with him and eat on the dining table, sharing stories and laughter. You keep adding food to his plate and he smiles as you giggle at everything you find funny.

It’s okay, it’s okay. You’ll be okay. You’ll be fine.

You clean the kitchen and stay in the living room. He leans on the couch as you lay down with your head on his lap. You keep talking and laughing. He goes along, sometimes adding things to make you laugh even more, sometimes simply agreeing, sometimes asking questions. You keep it loud and light, afraid of the silence. Inside you, it’s so heavy, your heart might just fall off. This will be the last, you tell yourself. You want to be happy for now. While he’s still here.

"Do me a favor, okay?" You tell him as you're nearing slumber. "Let me leave first tomorrow. Maybe stay in bed, maybe pretend you're asleep. But tomorrow, don't get out of the room until I've left the house." Your voice shakes, feeling yourself wanting to sob.

"I don't want to wake up to another empty bed but I don't want to see your face when I wake up too," you curl into him even further. "I'm sorry for being selfish. I'm sorry I still don't really know what to do. And I know you wake up pretty early and you know, do stuff, but just for tomorrow, please?"

Wakatoshi didn't really understand why. He originally planned on cooking breakfast for you and taking you to the train station. He would watch you board the train and he'd make sure to smile at you as he waves. You always waved back. That's how it works. Even after fights, and even after especially bad nights, you'd still do the same. Watching you leave with a smile was how you both knew you'd still be fine the days after. That nothing much can affect your relationship. For years, this has been the routine.

But tomorrow, he knows he has to give way. He knows what he said hurt you. It would be wrong of him to do what he wants simply because he's used to.

Tomorrow's the last, he realises. And then if you want, he'd never see you again.

--

You wake up pretty early. The sky is a calm shade of blue, the world outside still waking up. You check the time on your phone and find it's 6 AM. Last night, you slept with your back on him. The sight before you is the other end of his bedroom and you notice just how much of yourself you've managed to leave around his place. Pieces of just one other person in his life, scattered in places around his world pretending that’s just where they belong. You didn't mind leaving things behind back then. You never really thought of the day that you might’ve to take back all of them. Just how does one pick up parts of themselves when they thought they’ve finally found a place for them to stay?

But as you stand up, you conclude that when things end, traces shouldn’t be left behind. He didn’t decide to break up only to be reminded of you even after you’re no longer close to him. So you go and pick every little thing that's yours. Even your jacket and sweaters and a few pairs pyjamas in his closet. You'll just take his things from your place too and hand it to Tendou's shop. Coming back here won’t do you any good. Him coming to your place instead wouldn’t either.

Collecting all your things, even the ones you can't use anymore, you leave the bedroom and enter the living room. You don't have many belongings here aside from some DVDs and books. You only take the books and leave the rest for him. You've always preferred reading anyway.

Setting your bag and things aside on the sofa, you go ahead and wash yourself in the bathroom and bring your toothbrush and some other products with you when you're done. You then head to the kitchen to cook him something light to eat for breakfast . You knew you didn't have to. He knows how to cook. It has always been him cooking breakfast for you. When you could, you’d rather stay in bed until the very moment you must start preparing to go to uni or work. But you did anyway. He's probably in his bed, awake. He has never been a heavy sleeper. With all the moving you did around his room, he was bound to wake up if he wasn't already.

You make him a simple omelette and write a small message on top of it with ketchup. "Good luck with practice today!"

You've already cleaned everything you used, preferring to wash and set utensils as soon as you're done with them. That way, when you're sitting down to eat, there won't be any cluster around to distract you.

You put the ketchup down and decide that should be enough. You'll stop here. You should go now.

Ushijima is sitting on his bed. He's been awake since 5 AM when he usually goes on his run. It isn't the first time he chose to stay with you instead of going out, but he can't help but feel heavy this time. He stayed in for you. But as the minutes pass by, it seems that he simply cannot find the courage to sit up and face you.

He wants to sink into his bed.

There's knock on the door followed by sentences uttered softly. "Toshi, I'm going now. There's breakfast on the table. Make sure to eat before you go."

There goes the heavy feeling again. Maybe if this keeps up, he might just actually sink and never get back up.

You've done that a few times. Leaving while he's still in the room. You don't even open the door. You simply knock and tell him you're about to go, always reminding him to eat before he goes too.

But this will be the last, he thinks. If you leave now, will he never see you again?

a/n

chapter 2 will be up soon not rly sure when tho. (it's up now the link is at the top)

also, im not entirely sure but i think i didnt use any pronouns or gendered nouns for this except "girl" in the 1st paragraph which i erased just now? if i'm right, then i hope everyone reading this get to feel as though theyre rly the person in the story. unless ofc u dont want that bc this isnt the happiest ushitoshi x reader fic u can find🥲. but thanks for reading!!!! m so sorry for typos nd other errors as well. i kinda cant read my own writings bc sometimes doing so makes me wanna smack myself in the head and never write again nd i hate that so now im leaving my mistakes to the gods nd hope they love me enough or smth. but yes thank u sm again for reading!!!!

[starlightxsvt]

Sweeter Than Sweets

Pairing ➳ CEO!seungcheol x baker female!reader

Genre ➳ kinda enemies to lovers, arranged marriage au, romance, angst?? clicheeee :)

Warnings ➳ hella cursing, reader's going through a lot lol

Word count ➳ 2.5k

part 1 l part 2

Part 1: THE BEGINNING

The plot owner is going to visit you today. I'm sincerely sorry for my mistake, I misunderstood. Please resolve the issue with him gently.

You scoff at the message. What the actual fuck? Fury floods through your blood and you clench your fists.

This cannot be happening.

After such a long time you had finally scraped enough money to lease a place for your bakery shop. It's been your dream since so long and after years of hard work it was finally coming true- until today. Apparently the real estate agent is nothing but a fathead and for whatever goddamn reason, she leased you the place when it was clearly not up to be leased. The building owner is on his way now- to possibly kick you out.

No, you cannot let that happen. It is their fault and because of their miscommunication or whatever you are not going to give this place up which you worked so hard for.

If he thinks you'll give in so easily, he has another thing coming.

A Mercedes Benz pulls up in front of your shop just as you finish screwing one of the decoration lights.

He's here.

You take in a deep breath and march out of the shop as a tall male comes of the car. You almost stop in your tracks to gape at him- broad shoulders, gorgeous rich black hair that matches a sculptured face- he's simply breathtaking. No one should be that gorgeous. And he's young- why the fuck is he so young? Does he seriously own this building?

No no no. Stay focused.

He takes long steps towards you and even before he can reach you, you snap, "I'm not giving up this place so don't waste your time."

He stops right in front of you, his hands in his pockets and raises a brow at you. He chuckles- how dare he, before saying, "You do know that this is my building, right?"

"So?"

"So, it means I can kick out a nuisance like you anytime I want." His eyes go dark as he stares you down.

Nuisance? What the fuck? You take in a deep breath, trying to stop yourself from reaching out and choking him. He's so fucking gorgeous and infuriating, damn it.

"Mr. Choi, I've leased this place for two years and if you want it so much, come back two years later and we can talk about it."

"Leave while I'm being polite," his tone is gravelly and his eyes bore into yours. You shiver slightly.

"But I paid for this place! This is mine now!" You yell, unable to hold yourself together. "If you were so concerned about your building then you should have been careful that your agent was leasing it!"

"I admit that it was her fault, a huge one at that matter but I need this building. I'll give you 3 days to take everything and leave. My workers will start their renovation work from next week." He says and turns around his heel, ready to head back.

"No! I will not be moving out! I've worked so hard to lease this place! I even brought all the furniture for my shop! You have no right to do this!" You shout at him. Fuck that son of a bitch.

He stares at you with a bored look, "You've 3 days."

"No!" You whine, stopping him in his tracks again. "If you really want this place then give me some more time. At least a few months."

He marches back to you, his jaw ticking, "Do you think I'm here to play games? You move out in 3 days or my men will drag you out from here." He warns, eyes glinting.

Motherf-

You can't hold in your temper. So you walk past him and towards his fancy car and draw a long nice scratch on the body using your screwdriver. After being satisfied with your handiwork, you turn back to him.

He stares at you, dumbfounded. His driver looks the same except he looks a bit scared. You smirk at Choi, crossing your arms.

He still looks surprised and he scoffs as if he can't believe what happened. He rakes a hand through his hair, his jaw clenched.

"Expect a call from my insurance company. You'll have to pay for what you just did." That's all he says before walking past you to car as his driver quickly fires on the engine.

You mutely watch him leave.

Fuck. Oh fuck.

What have you done?

-

You stare at Choi's personal number that you managed to get from the real estate agent. Shit. You've to call him. You've to apologize. You're in no condition to pay for his damn fancy car.

Shit. Shit. Why did you do that?

You bite your lip, staring at your phone screen, mustering up the courage to call him. You've to apologize and somehow get him to forgive you.

Oh heavens, here goes nothing.

With shaky hands you ring him up and hold your breath. After several rings he picks up, his voice gruff, "Choi here."

You clear your throat and inhale deeply, "Mr.Choi, it's me, ___. We...uhm, met earlier today." You try to stable your voice.

The line is silent for a moment and you're afraid he has hung up but he speaks, his voice laced with a chuckle, "Well, well, to what do I owe this pleasure?"

You swallow, "Mr.Choi I called you to um... apologize for what I did to your car. Please understand that I was really angry then and I sincerely apologize for what I did. I'm so sorry."

"Okay," is all he says. You ask nervously, "So, will be please be kind enough to cancel the charges against me?"

"Do you think that a sorry from you will repair my car?"

"I- please, sir, you've to understand that I'm in no condition to afford for the damages... I-I know I'm responsible but please understand-"

"You want to keep the place to yourself, you want me to drop the charges against you- what you think I am? Some sort of genie who'll grant all your wishes?"

"No- sir-"

"Besides you don't even sound so sorry," His voice sounds teasing and you exhale loudly.

This son of a-

"I don't have time for this bullshit so-"

"No sir please! I'll do anything, please cancel the charges. Then we can talk about your building, I'm sure we can come to a conclusion."

"Are you trying to make a deal with me?"

"Sir- I just-, please, please understand my situation," you almost beg.

The line is quiet for a long time and you're about to break into tears but then you hear his voice, "Fine, I'll text you a place. Meet me there at 8 tomorrow evening. Don't be late." Then the line is dead.

-

You're not dumb enough to go where a stranger tells you to go without telling anybody. So, on the morning of the appointment, you tell your friend the location of the restaurant and in case you were found with a slitted throat, at least the police will have a lead. After that you decide to google Choi, wanting to have a little bit more info on him. Sure enough, he's the son of a filthy rich businessman well known in the country and Choi, himself is the creator of two business companies.

Sure, it'd be nothing for him to dump your body in the water or poison your food.

-

Evening comes quicker than you expected and you rush to get ready. You pick a maroon knee length dress that is what you believe- hope- to be appropriate for the fancy restaurant. It's not like you have a lot of dresses to choose from. You take a cab and just as the clock hits five minutes past eight, you're rushing into the restaurant.

The receptionist asks you if have booked a seat to which you reply that you're here to meet Mr.Choi. Then you're led through a fancy lobby and into the private dining area, where the said male sits. He's dressed in a grey vest and a pressed linen white shirt underneath, with the sleeves rolled up, showing his muscular arms- damn.

His eyes meet yours and you feel an electricity jolt up your spine.

Lord please help me tonight.

"Good evening, Mr.Choi," you murmur, gently sitting down.

The bastard has the balls to smirk as he crosses his arms over his chest, "Good evening, Ms___. I was wondering if you bailed out on me."

You chuckle nervously, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. He grins, motioning towards the menu in front of you,"Shall we order?"

Your eyes glide over the fancy food and the fancier prices. 85$ for a fucking piece of meat?

After chewing on your lip and thinking too much about what to order, you go with a plate of salad and pasta.

"Do you have any wine preferences?" He asks, eyeing the wine menu. Why's he acting so nice? What's his deal?

"Er...I'll let you choose," you say.

After ordering a fancy bottle of wine, Choi folds his hands over the table and looks at you, a small smile playing on his lips.

"So..shall we talk business now?" You offer, unsure.

He nods but stays quiet which you take as a sign to start first, "I only have two things to ask for. Please cancel the charges and please give me a little more time to look for a place. It's impossible to find another place in 3 days. I've paid for the lease here and I've also ordered the furniture. And then there is a monetary issue. Please understand my situation."

He pretends to think, pursuing his lips, "Hmm, I'm afraid that's too much you're asking from me."

"Mr. Choi, I'm sure a man like you can help me with that much." You try to butter his ego.

"Again, I'm afraid you don't know me. If you had any idea about a man like me, you wouldn't say that." His eyes darken.

Fuck. He won't bulge. Why is he so stubborn?

"Sir- please, I sincerely apologize for my actions yesterday, I wasn't in my right mind."

"If only sorry could cover it," he says, nonchalant, leaning back into his chair. He eyes you quietly, his eyes scanning you carefully as your palms grow sweaty.

You are interrupted as the waiter serves you your dinner and pours you the wine. As soon as he's gone, you gulp down the wine, trying to calm yourself.

Damn, it tastes nice.

Choi laughs at your actions before an evil smile crawls up his face. You swallow, meeting his gaze. What's he thinking?

"You see, nothing comes for free. I'll take off the charges against you and I'll give you time to look for another place- actually no, I'll pay for a nicer place for you to open your shop. But in return you've to give me something."

Fuck. You eye him warily.

"What?" You squeak.

"Marry me."

You choke on your food very unceremoniously followed by a lot of coughs. You sputter, trying to get yourself under control. Meanwhile he simply watches you, a playful smile on his lips.

When you can somewhat speak, you breath, "I...I think I misheard you."

"You didn't. I asked you to marry me."

You gape at him, utterly confused, almost certain this is a dream or nightmare. He simply offers you silence as you try to process what he said.

You're left even more confused.

What? Marry him? What the actual fuck?

"Would you please... enlighten me?" You murmur.

He grins, leaning over the table, "You're thinking too much. It'll be a pretend marriage. I need someone who'll pretend to be my wife for a year or so, so that my father hands over his company to me- which he won't unless I get married and settle. It's as simple as that."

Your mouth only grows wider. That's nowhere near simple.

After processing his words in your head for a long time you mumble, "So...you need me to be your pretend wife for like a year and in return you cancel the charges and give me more time to look for a place?"

"It's actually more than that sweetheart. I'll pay every penny for your shop. I'll make sure you have a successful business. Be my pretend wife and I'll give you the biggest and best bakery shop this country has ever seen."

You're dumbfounded and you can only squeak out, "Is this some sort of a hoax?"

He chuckles, "Say yes and I'll have a contract prepared with all our terms and conditions."

"I- I need to think about it," you rush out. Think? Damn it, were you seriously considering it?

Yes, yes you were.

This is a lifetime opportunity.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Choi nods, "I'm sure you need to. But I expect an answer quickly. You've until tomorrow evening."

"H-huh?" You're lost.

He stands up putting on his jacket, "You've my number, call me when you make your decision." He gives you a look and just like that he's out of the room.

You're left with your half eaten plate of food.

-

"So you are telling me that a filthy rich, smoking hot motherfucker asked you to marry him?" Jane's voice echos through the phone.

You rub your temples, staring at your lap, "Yes."

"Bitch if you don't want to do this then give me his number. I'm more than willing to help him out."

"Jane, I'm serious."

"Me too, babe."

You groan, flopping into the bed. "Can you believe it? I still can't wrap my head around it." You whisper.

"You're thinking too much. It's not like you're going to be married to him forever."

"I know but still it's so scary...If I say yes I'll be living with a stranger for the next year."

"A sexy as sin stranger for that matter."

"Gosh- will you stop!"

"Okay okay," you hear her sigh. "Listen I know it's scary and all but this is a win win situation for you, think about it. You're going to be living as a millionaire's wife and when you're divorced you're gonna have your own shop. This is a lifetime opportunity, I mean how many of us gets this? This is like one of those romance movies where-"

"Okay I get it. Thank you for your precious help." You roll your eyes.

" You're welcome!" She laughs. "I'll be waiting for updates!"

"Piss off." You laugh, hanging up.

You stare at the ceiling, your mind numb. This is overwhelming- unreal. Why can't he just marry someone prettier, richer? He can have any woman he wants. Dozens of questions gather in your mind but despite the answers, you've made your decision.

You're going to get married.

A/N ➳ heyyy~ it's ya girl's birthday today lol! I've been wanting to write a fic like this for quite a while but yk, couldn't muster up the courage. Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it! Please please leave your feedbacks, my ask box is always open- I'll really appreciate it! 💖

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Of Bad Beer and Summer Nights. #Writer Wednesday 04/28/21 Javier Peña x f!reader

Summary: it’s just another summer day at the pool. Sunbathing before your shift starts, the day changes drastically when you cannot take your eyes off a handsome stranger.

Warning: mention of alcohol and swearing. NSFW +18 SMUT (oral and p in v sex)

Paring: Javier Peña x F! reader

A/N: Another take on the #Writer Wednesday challenge by @autumnleaves1991-blog !!

Not me basing all this on the label of the beer that’s shown on the cans and my obsession with Javier Peña and his ridiculous fashion choices. This is the first thing I write with a little spice on it and I’m still not that comfortable but we’re getting there. Not beta’d and my eyes are burning so I have read it just once so if they’re any mistakes, misspellings and bad grammar I’m really sorry.

Of bad beer and summer nights

The kids’ screams from the pool muffles the tunes of some old ranchera blasting from the bar’s stereo. The old guard of retire men gather around the plastic white tables drinking cold beer and playing dominoes and you lower your book, sunbathing under this blazing sun, and smile; this is your childhood, your home and even that you had convinced yourself that you were done with this, that you wanted to run away, this speaks to your nostalgia and the fondest memories you own.

The heat makes you lazy and your stretch your body feeling your bones as if they were made of jelly. You drop the book on your stomach; you were not actually paying too much attention to it anyway and look around the pool: kids running around with water guns, angry mothers trying to control them and the men on the bar. Usually they’re around 70 or plus on average, they occupy their usual spot under the parasols early in the morning and spend their time doing their retirement routine: newspaper, same old conversation and complain about the world, beer and dominoes, until it’s time to eat or to switch their drink to coffee. But today a tall, lean, brown haired man is breaking the age median. He’s younger and stands out not only for his strong physic but because he wears a bright pink shirt and some yellow aviators and the tightest jeans you’ve seen on a man. You’re sure you’d question anybody else’s fashion choice if they were wearing that, but surprisingly, it fits him, probably because he exudes confidence, maybe it’s his broad shoulders, maybe it’s his golden skin revealed by the way–too-much-unbuttoned shirt he wears, maybe it’s his dark hair or his striking features or maybe it’s because of his dark coffee brown eyes that are fixed on you. His eyes. Shit.

You were so absorbed looking at him that you didn’t realize he had taken off his glasses and it’s now seated facing the pool and you from the bar. He smirks when you try, ungracefully, to grab your book back, the paper is stuck to your skin since you had spread it generously with tanning oil. The pages are ruined but you actually don’t care, you just open it before your eyes and try to conceal that you were looking at him like a creep. After a few minutes, you raise the novel just enough to see if he's looking but he's gone. Disappointed, you turn to the other side and let the sun bronze your skin and achieve that serene state that you had before he arrived at the pool.

"Hey, you, burnt sloth, it's time" somebody pokes on your shoulder

"Burnt sloth, seriously?" You say, you feel your mouth is dry and your brain is slowly coming back to life "it's my shift already?"

"Yep, actually you're two minutes late" Marisa grabs the elastic of your bikini bottom and pulls it and lets it go until it slaps your skin

"Ouch! I'm coming" you finally get up

"C'mon, Mr. Garcia has joined the party at the bar, and you'll be late for his speech on the loss of traditional family values" she announces. You glance at the other side of the pool, the old man walks with difficulty towards his retired friends table

"Shit, you do it on purpose" you say and Marisa smirks "my shift always starts when there's one of the annoying customers time to arrive, that's not fair"

"Is there anybody attending the bar?!" You both turn to see Mr. Garcia raising his cane and screaming at you

"I'm coming" you answer, grabbing your jean shorts and the white shirt with staffwritten on it. You toss your clothes on over your bikini and run towards the bar.

"Sorry, Mr. Garcia, the usual?" You ask while tying up your apron

"Yes, please. This is what's wrong with this country now the youth has lost the will to work hard to really make an effort…"

Even his friends roll their eyes, but you know it will be a minute until he finishes the list of bad things he wants to rant about.

Marisa has occupied your deck chair and winks at you while she spreads her sun cream. Bitch you mutter towards her and she smiles and lays back.

The rest of your shift consists in ignoring Mr. Garcia and looking at Marisa with jealousy. When the sun is almost gone she joins you on the counter.

"I'll have until Jack comes to pick me up, I thought you needed some company" she says bending herself over the bar to grab a glass

"Yeah, now that they're about to leave, how convenient" you point to the old men table "what do you want?"

"Beer please"

You take two ice cold cans and serve hers on her glass while you keep yours under the wood counter

“Tomorrow you will take my shift by the way" you say leaning on the fridge

"Nope" she says having a sip of her drink

"You wanna bet?" You counter knowing that she likes to play. She thinks about it for a second but when you open the cards box and leave the deck in front of her she nods

"Just for tomorrow though" Marisa shakes your hand and you distribute the cards between you two.

You try to focus on the game, she's better than you and you really don't want to take another shift like this. But all your concentration leaves your body once you see out of the corner of your eyes, a pink bright shirt and a tall figure.

"Hi, are you ready Pops?" He says, his voice is deep while he gently taps on one of the old men at the table

"No, give me a minute, I'm actually winning for once" he says laying one of the domino pieces on the table

"Right" he smiles warmly at him and you think he couldn't be more handsome but he actually approach the counter and now, looking at him closer he’s even more attractive

“Can I have a beer please?” he asks taking a seat on a stool. You nod and grab one from the fridge.

He examines the golden can with an arched eyebrow “Don’t you have a bud?”

“No, we only have calidad (quality) and let me warn you that the title is actually ironic” you answer, for a second you hope he doesn’t actually get mad at your little joke but he smiles widely “I trust you then, I won’t take my chances with this so... can I have a whiskey then?” he pass you the can and you turn to put it back on the fridge and glance over the bottles you have. All of them are the cheapest labels on the market, but you know your boss reserves some good old Jack Daniels well hidden and you crouch down to get it from the back of the utilities cupboard.

“I don’t know if I want that drink either if you took it from where you keep the cleaning stuff” he laughs

“Don’t worry, it’s legit, it’s my boss’s. He doesn’t want to expend one cent on the clients but for himself...that’s another thing” you pour him the amber liquor and you cannot help but notice that he’s looking at you intently

“You don’t serve whiskey often, right?” he gets closer and almost whispers it in your ear

“Why?” you ask and raise your head suddenly realizing that you’re really close. His scent is intoxicating, some fresh body wash and the musk of his cologne mixed with the whiskey you’re serving him

“Normally you will serve just two or three fingers” he explains putting two of his fingers on the glass so you can see what he means, the glass is half full.

“Shit” you stop pouring and leave the bottle on the counter while he chuckles

“Either that or you’re really generous or I’m and excellent costumer” he jests

“You are!” you respond right away and you clear your throat once you realize how stupid it sounded “or I’m a terrible waitress, I think that’s more probable”

“Agreed!” Marisa claims, you actually forgot about her

“I don’t think so” he shakes his head “You were really honest about the quality of the beer, you could have just gave me that trash and say nothing”

“Well, I’m drinking one while working, I keep it hidden under the counter and I’m gambling with my friend to see if I can change my shift for hers tomorrow” you confess, he looks amused at you

“What shift is that?” he asks

“Morning, there’s none” Marisa answers

“You actually cannot take that shift” he looks at you now

“Why?” you say puzzled

“Because you’re busy tonight, probably will arrive late and you should sleep” he sips his whiskey and you still observe him not understanding

“I’m not...”

Marisa smack her lips “she’s clueless”

“I see” he smiles again, that damn smile “at what time do you close?”

“She’ll be off at seven” Marisa answers and you turn your head from one to the other like you’re watching a tennis game you don’t really understand

“What are you...”

“He’s asking you out, dummie” Marisa rolls her eyes at you with a frustrated grunt

“Oh!”

“If it’s alright for you unless you really want that early morning shift” he looks at you from under his lashes and you don’t know how a man like that can be smoldering hot one minute and this cute the next

“She’s going!” Marisa answers before you could make your mind

“Wait, I have nothing to wear and I have to...”

“There’s a dress on my locker, the code is 6754 and I don’t trade my shift anyway, you don’t have excuses” a car horns from the door “That’s Jack, don’t take no for an answer!” she points to the man running towards her boyfriend’s car.

“There’s no pressure, if you don’t want to...”

“No, I want to, really” you say focusing on the stains on your apron

“I’m Javi by the way” he smiles fondly and raises his hand, you respond with your name and shake it

“Really nice to meet you” you say softly

“Let’s go, son, this damned dominoes are jinxed!” his father walks out from the table gathering a few laughs and jokes from his friends

Javi reaches from his wallet when Mr. Garcia raises his cane again “Don’t let him pay, anything he had it’s on me”

You look at him confused and Javier, for the first time in your brief acquaintance looks shy and actually uncomfortable. He thanks the man and walks to his father about to leave the place

“I’ll pick you up at seven” he says, winking at you

“Can we have the check young lady or do we have to do it ourselves” Mr. Garcia gets you out of your daydreaming and you rush to clean up and say goodbye to the old loyal customers before they leave you alone to close.

You don’t actually have time to do much, just shower and look inside Marisa’s locker hoping for the best. You find a white summer dress and some flat sandals that fit you, you try your best with your hair and the little make up you have in your bag. And you wait for Javi to arrive.

He’s punctual, arriving just on time on his pick up car.

“Hi”

“Hi” he has changed for another bright shirt, this time blue that matches his skin perfectly. He wears those yellow sunglasses and the same tight jeans and you cannot believe that you actually think it’s the most gorgeous a man has look ever. You staring more that you should again, how the muscles on his forearm tense and relax while driving

“We’re going outside Laredo, if you don’t mind” he says eventually

“It’s fine by me, unless you’re planning to kill me and leave me in the middle of nowhere” you shot

“No, I’m not planning to do that” he chuckles

He takes you to one of those big restaurants outside the city with live music and the best BBQ you’ve ever tasted. The conversation flows nicely even if you have to slap yourself sometimes because you continue to stare in a very obvious way.

“So, why did Mr. Garcia pay for your drink?” you ask after while “He never does one kind thing for nobody, are you a celebrity or something?” you joke

“You actually don’t know?” he drinks from his beer and he has a curious look on him

“No, are you famous?”

He makes a gesture with his hand “Mmm more or less”

“I go every weekend to the movies so it’s certainly not movies” you guess and you place your hand on your chin “Singing? Do you sing rancheras? it’s the only thing he likes so... c’mon sing!”

“You don’t want to hear that”

“Okay, so it’s not singing” you bite your lip trying to come up with something “are you one of those dude’s that do that thing with the lasso” and you mimic the gesture

“A professional cowboy?” he laughs out loud “No, nothing really artistic about my fame”

“Okay” you reflect on what he said and after a few minutes you slap the table “I got it! You’re actually a very famous mobster and Mr. Garcia owes you money, always thought he had some shady business going on”

“Do I look like a mobster?” he laughs

“No! I don’t mean it like that”

“But you thought about it”

“It’s just...” you stutter

“What?”

“You exude confidence, you look cocky and very sure of yourself kinda like you own the place when you walk in and people do what you say” you explain blushing “dangerous and sexy” the beer is kicking in harder than you thought and you lean on his shoulder “like you can kill somebody” his amused expression fades and a dark and timid veil covers his face

“Oh shit” you answer “ H-have you?” you murmur, he nods softly and averts his eyes

“Well, if you’re not in jail I guess you are...law enforcement? army?”

“DEA” he responds with a deep breath

“How...how does a DEA agent become famous?”

“I was part of the team that hunted Pablo Escobar” he answers, his arms are crossed on the table and he’s looking down

“Are you kidding?” you gasp “Did you meet him? Are you the one that shot him?”

“I was not even there when it happened and never actually met him”

You can see his eyes glowing and how tense he looks now, all confidence and bravado is gone and he finishes his beer leaving your date in an uncomfortable point

“I’m sorry I brought that up” you brush your hand over his, yours looking small against his “I was joking, I’m obviously clueless about dates and have a big mouth, I’m sorry again”

“No, no” he holds your hand between his warm palms “I really thought you’d heard, that’s why I wanted to take you out from Laredo where everybody brings that up”

You hold your head on your hands “I’m an idiot, I’m sorry”

“Hey, hey!” he takes your hands and brushes his fingers on your chin until you look at him in the eye “It’s not your fault, let’s move on, okay?” his thumb is closer now to your lower lip and you see his eyes lowering until he’s looking at your mouth for a second before he points to the dance floor “Do you dance?”

“Not well”

“Me neither”

“Do we give it a go and make a fool of ourselves?” he asks holding your hand and you nod enthusiastically

The people on the dance floor judge you when you actually don’t know the moves that goes with this type of music, but you’re laughing like little kids and you see how he tries to hold you every time he gets the chance, his big hands on your waist, and arm on your lower back that burns like the sun and when finally they change to a slow song, he presses you against his chest and you moan softly when he locks you there with his hands on your back. You reach for his neck and tangle your fingers on his nape.

“I have a confession to make, agent” you whisper on his ear

“Hm?”

“I was looking at you at the pool and hoped that you came back when you left and actually ruined my novel in the process”

“And I was looking back at you and came back to pick up my father when he actually didn’t need it” he responds, his warm breath over your temple, you smile openly and you think your heart could leave your chest in that very moment

“and another thing...”

“Yes?”

“I never actually liked guys with mustache and now all I can think about is how does it feel when you kiss” you hide your face from him feeling his laughter resonate on his chest

“Wanna try?”

You raise your head even though your cheeks burn and your rational brain in screaming that you barely know the guy but then his lips brush over your softly and they’re as soft as they looked, you let him lead you mainly because the sensation is overwhelming and when he gently touches your mouth with his tongue you let him in, you let him taste you and you moan, Javi smiles briefly over your soft expression of pleasure and becomes more eager, hardening the kiss. You don’t know how long you’ve been there but when you break the kiss your head is spinning and you have to hold onto his shoulders

“So?” he says with a cocky smile

“Nice, really nice”

You don’t want this night to end, you park alongside the riverbank in Laredo, he has put down a big blanket on his pickup truck so you’re comfortable seating on it and Javier bought some cold beer at the gas station. The summer night is clear; the moon and stars shine and are reflected on the black waters of the river and you can only hear the soft sounds of the insects and the breeze moving the grass.

“Can I ask you something?” you’re both seated next to each other, swinging your legs until you touch him

“Yes”

“Why did you choose the DEA?”

“I just wanted to get away from here” he shrugs

“You caused too much trouble? Broke too many hearts?” you jest tapping his arm with your elbow

“Why do you say that?” he turns to face you

“You look like someone who could do that” you murmur “Are you going to break my heart?” Now you adjust your position so now you’re both face to face

“I hope not”

You think over his answer, it’s actually pretty honest. You had had promises of eternal love and “never ever going to hurt you” before and then they left you with your heart bleeding and your confidence undermined. So you prefer this, the truth. Neither of you know what’s going to happen, there’s only tonight and that you don’t want to get back to real world. The river, the moon and the two of you on his car are the only thing real, they only thing that exists right now.

You arise on your knees and save the distance between you holding his head on your hand. It’s you who lead the kiss this time and he lets you savor him. He holds your hips and gently pushes you on his lap. You lower your kisses to his jaw and then his neck tasting his perfume mixed with his sweat that it’s the only thing you’ve been thinking about doing since this morning, he emits a guttural moan and you feel your arousal between your thighs. Your hands act faster that you can think and unbuttons his shirt. In the moonlight his skin is soft and it’s splattered in small freckles that you kiss trying to count each one with a touch of your lips.

He doesn’t stay still for much longer and raises your summer dress kneading the skin of your legs, up to your butt and your hips. He separates you from him and you’re about to complain when you feel he’s pushing you softly to the blanket. You lay down taking a deep breath while your gaze at the night sky full of tiny bright dots that reminds you of his skin and how you crave to have him on your lips again.

You raise your head once you feel him touching your calf, his fingers softly trailing over you until he take off your sandals, and when it’s done, he grabs your legs and roam his hands up and down on them until he pulls your legs apart. Javier gets in the space between your legs and without breaking his burning look at your eyes, he takes off his shirt and unbuckles his belt.

“Please” you whisper and reach your hand towards him; he takes it and kisses your palm before bending over you. The hunger you have for his lips is finally over when he kisses you again deep and moaning against your lips.

He mimics what you did earlier and bites your jaw and your neck, scattering kisses over your clavicles. He gets up an instant just to take off your dress and admires you for a second before continuing his kisses where he had left them. You bend your back when your breasts are exposed to the fresh summer air but are immediately cover by his big warm hands and then his mouth graze each one with the most delicious attention kissing and licking your nipples until biting your lip can’t contain your whimpers

“You don’t have to be quite, there’s none” he says liberating your lower lip from your bite with his thumb “Your moans will be only for my ears and I want to listen to every single one of them” he says and leaves a kiss on your sternum before grabbing your waist pressing his face on your stomach and again repeats the action of spattering kisses and soft bites to your skin.

Once he reaches the elastic of your panties he looks at you intently. You’re a moaning mess, squirming under his touch and feeling your flesh ablaze even if the night is actually quite fresh

“Please” you whisper again and he softly raises your hips rolling the lace over your thighs. The midnight air makes you shiver. He kisses again your belly over the tan marks biting gently your hip bones before parting your legs widely.

He softly tortures you avoiding your core. His mouth licking and brushing his teeth on each thigh deeper and deeper and before arriving to the center he changes his position to the other leg

“Javi” you moan

“You’re so beautiful” he murmurs, lying on his side he leans his head on your inner right thigh. He’s as gentle as first as he was before leaving tempting kisses on your mount and folds before opening your lips to drink of you eagerly. His moans resonate through your body as an electric current and your nails scratch the blanket bellow. You call his name like a prayer, the pleasure is uncontrollable while you hope for release, he slides his fingers inside you and pumps them upwards and then you are lost in his presence and in the night above you. You hear yourself scream, your conscience is far away.

He hushes you and holds you in his arm and you waste no time in kissing him again, a deep hard kisses in which you pour all your passion and your lust. Your hands act on their own and you reach for his jeans and force them down enough until your palming his cock.

Javi understand your needs and takes down his jeans and underwear rapidly coming back to the position between your thighs. Your eyes are locked on his body admiring how he touches himself and you raise your upper body to caress his chest

“Please Javi I need you”

“Lay down” he orders, his voice is lower now and you quiver “Impatient girl” he smirks

You obey and Javier grabs your hips and he adjusts himself towards your entrance. You open your mouth once he penetrates you but there’s no sound coming out of your lips. He mutters praises for you and bends over to kiss you again. Your tongues intertwine as he’s deep inside of you, burying himself inside and getting out again and again until you’re panting looking for that ecstatic pleasure.

You cover his moans with a deep kiss once he reaches his orgasm and you hold him there. Breathing the scent of the surroundings, your sweat and his combined, you stay there until you’re calm, relaxed, and exhausted in the sweetest way.

“Thank you for not letting me change my shift” you say after a few minutes

[killerqueenishere]

The ball | Draco Malfoy x Slytherin! Reader

Warning: Maybe some swear words and fluff and this is kinf of long

Description: You are in Slytherin and friends with golden trio and Draco and here is coming a Yule Ball, will Draco ask you to go with him? (AU where Voldemort is defeated in the first war and Slytherin and Gryffindor are on good tearms and Malfoy and golden trio are friends)

A/N: sorry for any spelling mistakes English is not my first language

Enjoy

You were sitting with Hermione on transfiguration when professor McGonagall announce that there will be a ball, through class room was mixed emotions, some of the students groaned at the idea of going to the ball and dancing all night, while some was very excited for the upcoming event.

When class was dismissed you walked with Hermione towards great hall "We need to get dresses" she said "Well there is Hogsmade trip tomorrow, we can go and buy dresses" you smiled at the girl next to you.

"Hey why didn't you waited on us" said Ron a bit angry behind you two "Well you know way to great hall yourself" you said walking inside the big room, waving to Hermione you walked to Slytherin table with Draco.

Hogsmade

Hermione and you left boys at the very beginning of Hogsmade, you two headed towards Gladrags Wizardwear to look for night gowns.

"Wow" you mumbled under your breath "How are we going to decide what to wear whit so many beautiful dresses" you looked around "Well we need to try, besides we will know the right dress when we see it" she said walking further in the shop "Like this one, it is mesmerising" she said while touching the soft material of the pink dress "it is beautiful, you should try it" you said looking up at her.

While you waited for her you wandered around thw shop looking at dresses that was there, they were all beautiful but you just didn't thought that they were for you.

"Y/n" you turned around, when your eyes layed on the nervous girl in front of you, you immediately smiled "You look beautiful" gou said making her a bit more relaxed "Really?" She asked "Really, it looks beautiful on you, you should buy it" she nodded her head looking at herself in the mirror "You are right, I will buy it"

You were back to looking at the dresses, sighing slowly when you didn't found anything "Have you found something" Hermione said walking towards you "Nope" you said popping the p "let me help you"

She was looking for dress, you kind of lose hope that you will find good dress "What about this one?" She said holding baby blue silk dress "It is beautiful, but" she nodded "Okey" she said turning to look through dresses again, but before she could show you next dress you started walking away from her, towards the grey dress that catched your eye.

You walked towards it like enchanted, touching the soft fabric of the dress and following the flowers that were on her, you were in awe "Hermione" you said that so low that you were sure that she didn't heard it "Wow, it is beautiful" she said from beside you "Yeah it is" you said smiling "That then means that you find the right one"

Walking towards tree broomstick with big smiles on your faces and bags in hands, Harry, Ron and Draco were already in pub waiting on you two, they had butterbear in front of them while talking about Quidditch

"Hey guys" you said sitting next to Draco, tree boys gave you two a bright smile "Have you heard who is coming to the ball?" You asked expectedly "No" Deaco said looking at you with furrowed eyebrows "The Weird Sisters!" You cheerfully said "I cannot wait to see them live, especially the drummer" Ron groaned "Ginny is obsessed with them" Harry looked confused "Who are they?"

"They are the best rock band ever! They are amazing" low sigh left your lips "I hope that they will play my favourite song 'Magic works' such a beautiful slow song"

Hogwarts

You were currently walking towards the secret sport near Grear lake, you discovered that place in your second year with Draco, you two would often come there to just talk or sit in silence, you two fould comfort in each other, that is one of milion reasons that you feel for him.

Just as you got out from castle Hermione run up to you "You won't believe who asked me to go with him" she said "So Ron finally got some balls" you said laughing "Well actually no" hearing that you stopped laughing to look at her "Actually Krum asked me to go with him and I said yes" she said "Since Ron will not ask me than I will go with Krum" you nodded "What about you? Did Draco asked you" you shook your head "Nope" Hermione groaned "Boys" she shook her head "Yeah well if someone ask me than I will say yes"

One week until Yule Ball

"Hey Y/n" you turned to your left to see who that is and you saw Cedric, an older Hufflepuff who was in the tournament "Hello" you politely smiled at taller boy "Can I ask you something" he said while one if his hands filed to his wavy hair "Sure" he cleared his voice "Do you want to maybe go with me to the ball" he askrd "Sure" even if you didn't want to go with him but since the guy who you want did asked you you accepted "Cool" he smiled before he started walking away.

The Yule Ball

You did Hermione's hair and make up before doing yours, in the middle of you applying your lipstick Hermione walked out od bathroom "Hermione you look beautiful, Krum will love it" she smiled "Thank you so much" you hugged her "you are welcome" you said "Go and change or we will be late" you nodded while going to bathroom

(Your look)

You walked down the stairs with Hermione by your side, in front of great hall was Harry and his date, Krum was looking lovely in Hermione but your eyes landed on platinum haired boy talking with one Slytherin girl, she was beautiful, she had black silk dress amd hair hair feel down her shoulders in waves, you turned your gaze to Cedric, you weren't able to look at Draco and her it pained you.

Cedric took your hand in his while smiling at you "You look beautiful" blushing a little you thanked him.

You were in awe, the great hall was beautiful and soft piano piece was played in the background, turning to face Cedric, taking his hand in one hand while you placed other on his shoulder, you began the first dance.

You felt guilty for thinking about Draco while talking or dancing with Cedric but you couldn't help yourself, you catched yourself looking occasionally at platinum boy

"Why didn't you go with him?" Turning your head to look at Cedric you asked "with who?" He smiled "With Deaco, you've been looking at him almost all night" you looked down "I'm sorry" he placed his finger underneath your chin so he coulf make you look up at him "Don't be sorry, we cannot help who whe like, I was planning on asking Cho but she already had a date" he tried to smile but he failed "Well Draco never asked me to go with him" you admitted "I'm sorry" he said "For what? It is not your fault"

"What is wrong with Cho?" You asked turning away from Cedric "it looks like they are talking her to hospital wing" you looked at Cedric only to see sad and worried expression "You should go to her" you said "What about you?" You smiled at him "I will be fine, now go and be with her" Cedric hugged you while mumbling thanks.

You were leaning on a wall watching everyone having fun, this was supposed to be fun night, you were supposed to go with Draco, you were supposed to dance now but instead you were left alone, you didn't blame Cedric for leaving to go to Cho, you would do the same thing if you were on his place.

"What are you doing here alone" turning away to look who that is you said "I could ask you the same thing Draco" he moved to lean on the wall next to you "Well my date left early" you nodded "Well Cedric is in hospital wing with Cho" you answer to his previous question "Ah yes I saw her going to the hospital wing, I think that she is allergic to something that was in punch" he laughed softly "Hey that is not funny at all!" You said while playfully hitting his arm "Sorry, you are tight"

"Poor Cho" You said while looking around "Yeah" Deaco agreed, than you heard all too familiar tune of your favourite song from The Weird Sisters and smiled a bit.

"May I have this dance with you" Draco asked as he extended his hand to you, you looked at his soft hand and than at his icy blue eyes "Yes you may" you said while talking his hand in yours.

You two danced softly and in the middle of a song you placed your head on his chest listening to his heartbeat, you wanted to stay like this forever, you wanted to always be this close to him

"You know, I actually wanted to ask you to go with me" you pushed your head away from his chest to look at him "Why didn't you" you asked "Well I honestly wanted to think of a special way to ask you and than one day I saw Cedric asking you and you said yes to him and well and my heart broke a bit so I asked the first person that came my way" he said looking away "Wait, I thought that you didn't want to go with me amd I said that next person who asks me that I will go with him, I didn't had Idea that you wanted to go with me, I was so disappointed and sad because I am not going with you" Draco now looked at you "God this whole thing was a bit messed up" he laughed softly and you could listen to that sound your whole life "I really like you and when I saw you tonight I wished so much that you are going with me" you two stopped dancing and his hands were now on your neck "I really, really like you too" you smiled at him "Good, now I can finally do this" and his lips met yours in a soft kiss, he tasted like green apples and mint, his lips were softer than cotton, you pulled away after few moments smiling at each other.

This night ended better than you expected it to.

[giulsherondale]

"Now she is so glad that we are fighting because we give her what she wants."

I loved how Serkan tried to calm down Eda when they meet Semiha. And he's so intelligent that he knows exactly that grandma is only waiting that Eda go mad and make mistakes. She enjoy seeing her angry and Serkan knows that. My smart baby boy.

"Serkan will be mine."

Balca make me laugh... Dear... Serkan will be your only in your dreams... Perhaps...

"Eda Bolat... Eda Bolat. See how beautiful you smile. This is what we must do in the office in front of your grandmother."

"Serkan..."

"I'm listening..."

"You make me angry."

"Great. That's exactly what I wanted. Therefore I asked to write so. So that you get a little angry, splash out the negative, fell on me and then calm down. But you're not as angry as I expected."

"Because before that, you had already done what I should have been more angry with."

"But still... It's nice to hear that right? Eda Bolat."

"Serkan are we going to talk about this now?"

"No. But face it, I know what I'm doing. Eda Bolat. Anyways... I think this should be our topic for discussion."

Honestly... How many times did Serkan said Eda Bolat? Too many... But... I'm not complaining... On the contrary I loved that. And Eda Bolat sounds actually really good.

"Your grandmother is now a partner of the company, came here and finally show her face, and she will take revenge on me for my father. She wants to bankrupt me, devide us and ruin my life. Right? She won't succeed, so calm down. She can't do that."

I'm not so sure about that but I love that Serkan is so determined and sicure about himself, and I think that he doesn't want to show his worries at Eda.

"She will do what she did to my parents Serkan. But I'm not strong as you."

In this exact moment Eda shoe us that she is only 23. I often forget this because she is so mature but she is actually so young.

"You are the one who destroyed my family."

Semiha broke the flower holder where Serkan has put Eda's flower. I'm so mad and broken. Maybe I read too much in this scene but I think that this is a metaphor to Edser love. So Semiha will destroy Eda and Serkan love.

Aydan and Ayfer are the duo that I didn't know I needed. They are so hilarious, love them.

"What is her problem?"

"The problem is of course me. She came because of me. She will heal my wounds, change, you see. It turns out that you blinded me... She said so."

"Serkan blinded you? She said that."

"Yes."

"So everyone can see that you are madly in love with me except you."

"If you scoff, then I'm leaving."

"Don't go."

"Serkan I'm taking about..."

"What are you talking about?"

"I thought... If I leave the company..."

"What?"

"If I move away from the company, she may change her mind."

"That's it... You quit?"

"I do not quit, but move away."

"I understand you very well."

"Then why are you looking at me like that? What?"

"In this life you can so easily give up on me, is that so?"

"I didn't say that. You misunderstood."

"Yes. Maybe I misunderstood you from the very beginning Eda..."

I felt so sorry for Serkan in this moment. Serkan has always fought for Eda and their love. And now he feels that she is abandoning him, and we know that everyone he loves, in his life abandoned him. My poor babe. Sorry but Eda this time you are sooo wrong.

"Try to understand me. Before you I was like a machine. I was a flesh and blood man who went to work. Then you came and touched my heart and a lot has changed for me. And then you abruptly removed your hand from my heart. I cannot be as automated now as I used to be. And without you I can't bear the burden on my heart. Eda... Let it be your grandmother or any other problem... If your hand is on my heart... Then I'm ready for anything."

THIS SCENE WAS HOTTT🔥

Serkan was so sad in this scene, because he thinks that when there will be a problem Eda will always run away from him. She is his air, he cannot live without her. And he wants to spend the new year night with her😍.

I think that everyone should listen to Leyla, if she doesn't trust Balca and Semiha there is a reason. I repeat we should all listen to Leyla.

Balca make me laugh pt. 2. She is completely crazy, she admits that she knows Serkan only for a few days and says to Semiha that she is not in love with him... But she is right because she is not in love... But now that I think about it she is right... Because she is not in love with him... She is completely obsessed with him. She is so cringe.

"Eda... Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. I'm fine... Tonight I will have nightmares again."

"Nightmares? Why?"

"Because... When I was little my mother bought me a wishes bracelet."

"What is it?"

"On it there are figures, symbols, such as a star or a heart."

"Ah ok, got it."

"These are symbols of your desires. After my parents died, my grandmother came to pick me up, I told you. She wanted to take me to Mardin. At home she talked to my aunt, and I heard everything. I was very young but I remember. They were talking very loudly, I... I run away from home. I run away and began to run. I ran, I ran... There was a hill behind our house. I rolled head over heels from this hill... And when I fell... I broke my bracelet. Lost it. I cried, not because of my wounds, but because I had lost it. And then... In every nightmare I did, I did the same thing. I escaped from somewhere... I run, I run as if someone is following me. All the time I run away and I'm so scared to see the same thing."

"Come here. Come. The Eda Yildiz I know... Doesn't run from anything. So I'm sure you won't run away."

My poor baby Eda. She really has a tough life.

Honestly... The suits scene doesn't has any sense... But the chemistry was on fire🔥

"Serkan doesn't like to spend special days with everyone. Only with the loved ones."

That means not you Balca. So back off thank you.

Serkan face when he sees the throne😂

And obviously Serkan has a plans for grandma situation. I love my smart and calculating boy.

"One time, the most beautiful, the smartes and at the same time the woman who I liked the most told me that lemon reduces stress."

Loving and caring Serkan is the best.

"I'm not an easy target for you Mrs. Semiha. You will give your shares to Serkan and leave."

"So you decide when I have to leave Eda? The time I spend here depends on you."

"How does it depend on me?"

"Are you the lover of this Serkan Bolat?"

"No."

"You are interested in each other."

"We have a past. These are the connections of the past."

"There is nothing stronger than blood ties. In time you will understand this. You deserve better than Serkan Bolat."

"You know me very well. Bravo!"

"I'm trying to find out. I have great ideas for you."

"None of them interests me."

"Okay. I'll ask the questions differently. Are you interested in Serkan Bolat?"

"Let's say I'm interested. What will you do? What will happen?"

"Then I will not beat around the blush. If I notice that you have a relationship with Serkan Bolat I will destroy this holding. Neither his mom nor he himself can handle the failure of the firm. I will destroy their company, disgrace their name, reputation, everything. Overnight. If you don't believe me ask Alptekin Bolat. If he's able to answer you of course."

"Don't underestimate me. I'm not afraid of you Semiha Yildirim."

THAT'S MY GIRL🔥

"How do you understand that I'm interested in astrology? Are you too?"

"I'm interested in ASTRONOMY."

Serkan Bolat ended Balca.

"Eda come in."

"I won't Serkan. Grandmother moved in with us. She will drive me completely crazy. She is an unbalanced, very dangerous woman. Therefore do not be polite to her, just attack."

"Calm down."

"Grandma moved in with us. I'll stay with Ceren. I came to tell you something."

"Good. If you want we'll talk inside."

"No I won't come in. I'll tell you here."

"Okay. What do you want to say to me?"

"Serkan listen... We cannot be together. It doesn't work. We can't. I don't seem to able to. It's all the same, someday we will part. I'm bothering you. You are already tired. Grandma will tear us apart, she will do something."

"Eda..."

"What?"

"Stay here."

"What?"

"Stay here tonight."

"Serkan we cannot be together and you are saying 'stay here'?"

"Nothing will happen Eda. We won't spend the new year together so stay here tonight."

"Okay then. Last time..."

"Last time."

The cuteness of this scene, I was melting.

"We are going to look at the stars."

"I'm already looking at the most beautiful star."

Serkan bought chocolate for Eda. If that's not love I don know what it is. And obviously Balca has to interrupt the romantic moment.

"Eda? Are you okay?"

"Serkan? What are you doing here? It's not been 10 minutes yet."

"She lives close. Candles and all that... Are you comfortable?"

"I decided to take a bath."

"You did the right thing."

"If you leave, I'll come."

"Of course... Give me 10 seconds."

"Serkan... Can you hear me?"

"Okay... I'll remember this moment."

"Enjoy. Do not rush."

CUTE CUTE CUTE CUTE CUTE... TOO CUTE💞

The whole bust scene made mi laugh, but someone can explain to me why Serkan did not for once looked at Eda? I don't understand.

Serkan brings her the breakfast to bed. My caring babe.

"Small steps towards a big goal."

Eda's gift to Serkan is so beautiful. She has this unique capacity to make every gift unique and original.

We don't deserve Leyla, she is too pure and angelic for us. She helped Ferit with Ceren's gift.

Engin has organized all the wedding with just the two of them. I love himmm.

Sorry but we have to take a moment to speak about Kerem speaking in Italian... I'm Italian so when I listened to him speaking in Italian I fainted. He's so sexy🔥

I'm an Ayfer and Alexander stan.

Even Serkan can't stand Balca anymore. She really is a snake, she's worst than Selin. What kind of crazy person are you?

"Serkan where are you?"

"In the place where I should be. Next to you."

"Where have you been?"

"You are so beautiful."

This scene was so beautiful. His gift was so meaningful. There's this thing that I've always noticed, he really listened and pay attention to what she say or do. He never do something by casualties, he's so carefully about her. This is one of the many thing that I love about Serkan. And obviously this beautiful and romantic moment is ruined by the arrival of the police... Arghh grandma what have you done?!

[quotes-of-dreamland]

my last ask for the night:

i am the one who made the "least fav" joke. this was COMPLETELY lighthearted, and it was just making fun of the idea of favorite mods

i then replied with "don't worry, ..." thinking there might have been a mixup or something, but i guess it just made it worse

lastly, i replied with "was NOT ..." for the same reason

i have not sent any other asks on this topic, so in case it isn't clear, i do not have a favorite or least favorite or any other view of the mods

frankly, i always enjoy seeing content from the less active mods because i think they all should be recognized for their contributions

of course no amount of explaining will change anything, as usual im misunderstood, but i guess it doesn't matter, so

I'm sorry.

/g

Mod Taranza:

Thank you for coming forward and being honest. We don’t accept your apology, or at least I sure as hell don’t. I never will. Call me cruel, but I’m putting my foot down on this. It wasn’t even funny as a joke. In what universe would that be a funny joke? I’ve been bullied with that kind of implication before. I’ve had to seriously fear my friends forgetting about me before and feeling like the odd one out. I cannot stress enough how inappropriate that was. You weren’t making a joke, you were just being the thing.

SECONDLY, you don’t come back saying sorry to begin with and clearing up the mistake, you just add onto it and adding further stress onto it when we set a boundary on “don’t do this kind of talk please”

But that didn’t stop there either! You just kept fucking going long after you should have taken the initial post as your warning and stop. This isn’t just being socially inept or ignorant, this was straight up unacceptable. Do you have any idea what kind of fucking panic you caused? Just how frantic everyone was tonight trying to keep calm in this? You caused one of the mods, no not just that, one of my best friends to feel absolutely horrible. They felt so horrible they wanted to scream, and I had to sit and scroll through all this bullshit.

Normally, I wouldn’t be so bothered. Normally I could just let this all slide off me and continue on! But this. This was fucking unacceptable. I don’t care who you are. I don’t care whatever issues you have. You should have known better. If you’re old enough to be using the internet and talking with people, you should have known better by now not to do this ever.

So please. If you’re really sorry. If you hold any true shred of regret. Don’t talk to us ever again. I don’t want to see your kind of talk here again. Let us try to get over this in our own time and grow to trust our own followers and audience again for the fifth time this god damn year. Because if this were up to me you would be blocked from ever interacting with anything we do ever again. Good fucking riddance.

Bandana Moddle Dee: Honestly, it sucks that I have to drop the persona that I like to be for this, but fading away is something that I fear nightly. To essentially be told that I’m a side character hurts. I usually don’t butt in on these since I don’t think what was done was that bad. This is an exception. I’m not sorry. The door is that way.

Mod Susie: Your first ask was an opportunity for us to set a boundary that was overdue to be set. That was me saying 'this is not an okay thing for you to say.' That was strike one. THEN, you came back by digging yourself a deeper hole, trying to defend yourself. Despite this not being the opinion you held, you still tried to defend it. Strike two. Then you pushed the issue ONE MORE TIME. Strike three. I'm glad you apologized. Let me be less vague: This is a boundary. This is a boundary and we will not tolerate it. Thank you. Have a good [timezone].

Mod Lor: I'm like Moddle Dee in that I usually stay out of this sort of thing, but this is too much for me to simply ignore.

Do you have any fucking idea how this makes us all feel?

I don't care what the hell kind of justification you have. I don't give one damn single electron-sized flying FUCK if you thought what you were saying is funny or uplifted the mods you're putting on a pedestal. In the very best case scenario, it was a backhanded compliment. Putting a few of us up on shiny special pedestals, ignoring the fact it implies the rest of us are lesser or inferior. Our activity on this blog isn't a fucking contest.

Now, let me speak about myself for a moment. This is the first group of friends I've had in literal YEARS where I DIDN'T feel like an outsider or extra or third wheel. I've lived practically my entire life feeling like the permanent new kid in school with every group I've been a part of; like I was never part of them really. Sure, people said they were friends with me, but were they really? Or was I just the extra unwanted person that they were too scared to tell to leave? Yeah, just imagine living like that for over a decade..

Things have been different here. I actually feel like one of the members in this group, not an extra.. Do you think for one millisecond that it's ok to invalidate that? To once again label me and others as just side characters among their own friends? Because if you do, here comes a reality check!

This isn't a game. This isn't a fucking TV show, or a book, or a play. We are REAL PEOPLE. We are REAL FRIENDS who run this blog because we wanted to share our enjoyment of a series with our followers. We have REAL FEELINGS. So if you're going to stomp all over that just to make some shitty, unfunny, underhanded joke?

Get the fuck away from us, get the fuck away from this blog, and get the fuck away from this entire god damned website.

[silverdriftdragon]

Forevermore

1500 words of DimiAshe fluff that slapped me in the face and stole my lunch money! :D

P.S. for those of you still waiting on requests, I apologize. I have not forgotten about you, just trying to fight writers block! Thank you for being patient with me

You can also read this on Ao3!

(I'll put a read more here when I'm on computer cause I can't get it to work on mobile!)

Ashe leaned on the balcony railing with a sigh, staring out across the still bustling streets of Fhirdiad. The place was so busy, even on a cold night like tonight… But this was nothing new. The cities in the Kingdom were always like this, especially the capital. Once upon a time down in the Gaspard region… He had to use the constant business to hide his acts of theft. It wasn't something he was proud of by any means… But he was only doing what he had to for he and his siblings to survive. A far cry from now, living in the palace in Fhirdiad, everything he could ever want or need handed to him on a silver platter. It was a bit overwhelming really… In fact, it didn't even feel real. Could someone like him really be-

"Ashe?"

The sound of his name made him jump slightly, snapping him out of his haze of self-doubt as he turned to face the source of that very familiar voice that he loved so much. "Ah… Your Majesty I-" He stopped and cleared his throat, shuffling on his feet as he realized his mistake. "Sorry. I guess I'm still not used to it…" Much to his relief, the king just chuckled and walked over to join him, shaking his head.

"We have been together for nearly two years, Ashe." Dimitri teased as he came to rest his hand on the railing. 

"I-I know. Two very wonderful years! But… I guess it's just…" He trailed off, looking back out across the city. 

"It's just what?" There was no reply, which told Dimitri everything he needed to know. He heaved a sort of sad sigh, looking down at his hands. "I see… This again."

"I'm sorry, Dimitri… I-I didn't mean-" Ashe started in a mild panic, turning toward the king. However, when Dimitri turned toward him and placed his hands on Ashe's shoulder… Ashe got quiet. The somewhat hurt look on Dimitri's made his chest tighten up and he wanted to apologize more, but he forced himself to stay quiet.

"Ashe, my beloved, it wounds me that you seem to think yourself unworthy of being here, being with me, just because of your past and the circumstances of your birth." His voice wavered some as he spoke, almost as if he were trying to to tear up. "What must I do to ease your mind? I want you to feel as happy to be here as your being here makes me…"

"No no no, I'm sorry. I'm very happy to be here. I am. Being here with you over the past two years have been some of the happiest days of my life in fact! But I… Am I allowed to be this happy? I'm nothing special, a commoner turned thief who just happened to wander into the right house one night…"

"Well… I'd argue that if I'm allowed to be king after all the atrocities I committed during the war, then something so small by comparison should not disallow you to be happy." The king gave a sort of sheepish chuckle. He was glad that Ashe didn't seem to have an argument and started to pull him into a hug when a biting northern wind swept by, causing the smaller man shiver. With a small smile, he let go and undid the clasps that held the heavy cloak he wore in place, walking around behind Ashe to drape it across his shoulders.

"Th-thank you…" Ashe mumbled, a content sigh sneaking out as he instantly snuggled into the warmth of it. A thought crossed his mind though that made him glance quickly back at the King, a slightly worried look to his face. "Oh! But won't you get cold, Dimitri?"

"I'll be alright as long as you will let me hold you close." He assured softly, chuckling as he wrapped his arms tightly around a now slightly flustered Ashe and resting his chin atop the shorter man's head. Silence fell between them for a moment as they stared out into the night, content to just be in each other's company until Dimitri spoke up again. "It's funny actually… After everything I did… I often wonder the same as you."

"Hmm?" Ashe looked up ever so slightly, peering up at Dimitri the best he could. "What do you mean?"

"Whether or not I'm allowed to be so happy." He began, his gaze fixed on nothing in particular. "I mean really… Am I worthy of this crown? Of the friends who stuck by me even in my darkest days? Am I truly worthy of you, a partner whose warmth and kindness is truly unmatched… Often I have asked myself these questions and more. Over and over again until I can think of nothing else. Though it's usually about that time that you come in and suddenly it's as if I have not a care in the world!"

Ashe gave a small, almost nervous chuckle, pink dusting his cheeks. "I'm glad to hear it. To know that I can quiet your mind like that…" the rest of the sentence seemed to fade into the aether as a warm, giddy feeling filled his chest. He didn't even notice when one of Dimitri's arms moved away.

"Hey, Ashe. I… Have something I need to ask."

This time, Ashe tilted his head back as much as he could so he could look up at his king, curious by the sudden nervous quality to his tone. "What is it? You know you can ask me anything at all!"

"Well…" Dimitri stopped, taking a deep breath to ground himself before leaning in to place a soft kiss on Ashe's cheek. While his partner was distracted with it, he moved his other arm back out in front of them. In his hand, a clearly custom made ring, simple but stunning. "Forgive me for springing this on you so suddenly but…"

Ashe looked forward and gasped, pulling away from Dimitri so he could turn and look him in the face. "Y-Your Maje- S-sorry! I-I-" He stopped to clear his throat quickly, a blush so deep across his cheek that it almost hid his freckles. "Di-Dimitri?!" His voice cracked some from shock, the look on his face matching. 

Dimitri just gave him a shy, but loving smile, reaching to take one of his partner's small hands into his own as he took a knee. "Apologies. Allow me to do this properly." Another deep breath to soothe his nerves and try to tame the excitement that caused his voice to tremble. "As a king...and as a wretch who claimed countless lives...I will build a Kingdom where the people can live in peace. I wish to change this world in my own way, one small step at a time. But… I know I cannot do this alone. That is why I want to ask you to… To walk beside me as I make this long and arduous journey. I love you and there is no one I would rather have at my side. So I must ask… Ashe, would you do me the great honor of standing with me as my husband, now and forevermore?"

Ashe was in total disbelief, shocked into silence. Here he was, a common born former thief, standing before the Savior King of Fodlan, who just got down on his knee and asked him of all people to marry him. 

"Please, I beg of you… Say something. Your silence is… Distressing." Dimitri pleaded after a few moments. "I-If you do not wish it just say so. I will face the truth and walk away…"

"Nonono please… I just…" He finally let out a small shakey laugh and shook his head, looking back to Dimitri with tears in his eyes. "Sorry, I'm… I'm kind of giddy. This doesn't feel real. To go from a life of stealing on the streets, to marrying a wonderful person like you… I'm struggling to even find the right words to say."

"So… You mean to say that…?" There was a raise in tone towards the end, hopefulness written all over his face.

"Y-yes! Of course, I… I love you too, Dimitri… and I want nothing more than to be with you for the rest of my life." In what seemed like a single fluid motion, Dimitri slid the ring on Ashe's hand and sprung up, scooping up his now fiance in a tight hug. Ashe let out a squeak of surprise, but eventually melted happily into the embrace. Except… There was one small problem. "Too tight…"

"Sorry! Sorry…" Dimitri sat him back down and let go, scratching the back of his head sheepishly. "I got carried away."

"Quite alright." There was a pause between them as yet another rush of winter air tore through. Ashe clung tighter to Dimitri's cloak, trying to block out the wind. 

"Come, let us go inside. I would hate for you to catch a cold…"

"Says the one without a coat!"

Dimitri laughed and held out his hand. "Fair enough. Shall we?" When Ashe took hold, he smiled, bringing the hand to his lips for a small kiss before leading him back inside. Tomorrow, their engagement would be announced and the country would be in a delighted uproar… But for tonight? Tonight they would take the time to enjoy the calm before the storm.

[bigscaryyanderewriter]

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

2.1k Words

“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.