#i also didn't go into it because there's really no way to know and it's already hard enough to refer to that character

[rin-may-1103]

Aspiring Escape Artist (part two)

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"Why don't we all head inside, yes?" Mr. Wayne suggested, waving his arm in the doors general direction.

"Yes, that sounds great," Ms. Clance agreed, turning to Danny like she was debating whether or not she should drag him inside. Danny was very against that idea and glared at her. She huffed but turned and started making her way up the stairs.

The other, he can't really say kids because he's pretty sure half the people standing in front of him were over the age of eighteen, but they still lived with Mr. Wayne, apparently, so kids it was. The other kids continued to try to stealthily watch him as they made their way into the building. (He refused to call this place a house; it was bigger than Sam's manor for Ancients' sake.)

The gray-eyed girl waited for him, the not-so-happy but happy sparkle back as she watched him approach. Pausing for a moment, Danny turned and gently patted the bush closest to him, it had been practically begging for attention for the past ten minutes and Sam would have throttled him if he had just ignored it.

She treated them like demented puppies, and it's against every unspoken law (in danny's books, atleast) to ignore a puppy.

The gray-eyed girl (man, he was going to have to learn their names, Ancients, why were there so many people here?) tilted her head curiously, eyeing the plant he just patted.

"My friend has plant powers," Danny huffed, which was true. Sam still had lingering plant control and a connection to the green because of Undergrowth. Danny was just leaving out the fact that he also had plant powers. He wasn't sure why he always got new powers after beating new powerful ghosts, but it happens, and now he needs to pet the plants because they get sad if he doesn't.

(Jazz theorized once that the new powers were due to his half-a nature, but then they looked at Vlad and decided it was probably something else.) (Also, why in the world did he get ice powers and then almost immediately plant powers? like, seriously, why?)

"Close friend?" Gray asked, turning to follow Danny inside.

"One of my best friends," Danny agreed. Man, he missed them. He'd have to figure out how to get out of here soon; there was no way he was going to just not see his friends on Tucker's birthday. Which meant he had about a week to bust out of here and get back to Amity. Oh, and stay under the radar so Vlad doesn't find him.

Glancing around the entry hall, or was the term foyer? like, the place was fancier then most five star hotels he's seen (which he wants to make clear, was against his dying wishes. fuck vlad and his not hard earned money.) like, sure, it wasn't all white modern minimalist like the hotels, but he's pretty sure the vase just sitting a little too close to the edge of a table was worth more then a human heart on the black market.

"Welcome to Wayne Manor," Mr. Pennyworth started, closing the doors with a heavy thud. He didn't lock it, though, Danny noted. Probably because Ms. Clance still needed to leave.

"may I have your coats?" he asked, holding out his arm to Ms. Clance and looking over to Danny. Ms. Clance immediately started to shrug off her jacket and dropped it onto his arm without a second glance, trying to talk to Mr. Wayne about an office or something.

Danny shook his head, "No thanks. I prefer to keep my things with me." especially in a new place, who knows what they'd do to his stuff. last time he handed anything over it had been locked up and never returned. (or well, not returned until he stole it back right before leaving, but that's getting into semantics.)

"So, Daniel was it?" the older guy from the first three asked, smiling brightly and trying to act casual. He was failing.

"It's Danny," Danny huffed, glancing around to study the others.

Gray was nice, he had a feeling they'd get a long fine. she was like an open book, all her opinions and emotions right there for him to see. Though that just meant she was awear of them and could easily hide them.

The others not so much.

Eyebags looked tired but alert, watching Danny like he was a new puzzle. Which was fine, Danny could deal with that. He probably wasn't as bad as Jazz or his parents were when obsessed with new things, so he goes lower on the list but not off.

Mr. Casual over here was watching him AND the others, which meant he was probably the peacekeeper. That or he was the one who antagonized the others into acting without them noticing. Same as eyebags, then.

Blondie looked like she was planning how to prank him right then and there, but also like she was evaluating him for something. Like he thought earlier, she'll probably stick around until she gets bored. So, hmmm. Keep an eye on more than eyebags, but probably not a problem.

there was a kid maybe two-three years younger than him trying to hide on the stairs out of view, he looked pissed off and annoyed. Something was telling Danny he should stay away from him. So, definitely going to the top of his list right next to butler man.

And finally, Mr. Wayne. He was smiling and chatting with Ms. Clance like he didn't have a care in the world. And it would have been believable if it wasn't for the fact that the man was easily steering the conversation away from the stuff Ms. Clance wanted to talk about, without Danny around, before leaving. Which means Mr. Wayne wanted Danny to be part of the conversation, probably to get both sides of the story.

He was smart and knew how to manipulate situations without people catching on.

Also, top of the list, then.

"Only people who want to kill me call me Daniel," Danny added, watching as Ms. Clance tried to bring up his file and fell for another diversion.

"Really?" Eyebags asked, actually surprised for some reason.

Oh, wait, murder isn't normal. Ha, to live a normal life. It must be boring. Couldn't be him, even if he wanted it. There was nothing normal about growing up with mad scientists, and nothing normal about being half dead and a vigilante.

"Yeah, my friends and I made a chart and everything. Granted, we didn't have many people to add to the list to compare with, but it's checked out so far." Danny admitted, turning to face Eyebags.

Honestly, it was just Vlad, his parents, a few GIW agents, and those very few times his friends almost killed him. But come on, they all called him Daniel at some point. Therefore, it totally checks out.

"Huh," Mr. Casual blinked, glancing at his siblings before shaking his head. "Right, so uh, why do people want to kill you?"

"Because they're Fruit Loops," Danny grumbled, finally deciding to approach Ms. Clance. Might as well get this done and over with. The longer she stayed, the less time Danny would have to scout the place by himself later, after all the introductions.

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[szatears]

Could you do a sinners story. That’s a Stack x Mary x Black!reader set now. Where they slowly fall in love with reader who’s baddie and include some jealousy.

three's trouble, stack & mary.

summary: stack had always had a thing for you. you never thought much of it because he was a huge flirt like that and also because of the other girl he was always entertaining. but maybe, just maybe, you could have a bit of fun with that?

pairings: stack x blackfem!reader, stack x mary, mary x blackfem!reader.

warnings: slight smut (one day i'll go the whole way), some descriptions of reader, mary being jealous of reader.

notes: this one is kinda long! i'm a smoke girly through and through but this request may have bumped stack up my ratings a little 😛 also by 'set now' i'm assuming you mean in today's era but if that's not what you meant then i wholeheartedly apologise 😭

It started off as a joke. When Smoke and Stack opened up their juke joint, you had originally gone there with a couple of your girls, until it became a routine place for you guys to meet up and debrief, letting loose as the night's events would take you away.

It wasn't until the fourth time you went there that you met Mary. You were on the dance floor with your girls when she almost bumped into you, turning around with an apologetic face. She hovered over her words as she spoke to you, taking in your face and that gorgeous two piece you had on you.

Something clicked in her head in that moment, it was all fuzzy, not quite connected, but she just knew she'd be seeing more of you.

And that she did.

It became a weekly thing, going to the joint. The first time you met Stack was no accident; it seems he had actually sought you out from the crowd. He wanted to know what it was about this girl that Mary kept going on about.

Mary wasn't infatuated to say, she was more... interested. There was something about you that drew her in, the way you laughed at her jokes, how effortlessly your body moved to the rhythm of the music as you both danced, the intense eye contact... It really drew her in.

Stack wasn't really what you expected. Perhaps you just thought he'd be like his brother, Smoke. Cold, tough, not interested in anything that doesn't benefit him in a way, or at least that's what you gathered from all that you heard.

But he wasn't like Smoke, at least not entirely. Stack was clearly the more chilled of the two, the one open to having a bit of fun.

The joke itself was based on how much of a liking Mary and Stack took to you. You'd be told that they didn't always tolerate people outside of their immediate circle, that there was just something special about you.

When Stack began to call you his girl, or when Mary started to affectionately show you off to anyone who would listen, you started to think there was more to your relationship with them than you suspected.

That being said, you weren't surprised when Stack greeted you with an arm thrown over your shoulders, pulling you into him every time he saw you since the say you met.

"There's my favourite girl," he'd drawl out with a huge smile, an icy pink drink in his hand waiting for you.

"Hey, Stack," you'd kiss his cheek, taking the drink from him and allowing him to take your hand in his, leading you to the section of the joint him and Smoke fixed up nice and neat for them and their special guests.

You felt the eyes on you as you walked behind him, albeit he was moving at a fast pace through bodies that parted so he could pass. He was respected like that.

"Where's Mary?" You asked when he sat you down right next to him, one of your legs resting over his lap as his arm lay low around your waist, holding you to him.

You had to lean up close to his ear to ask over the loud blues that was being played on the stage, presumably Sammie. Your new 613 styled hair tickled his face a little when he leaned closer to you to answer.

"She's around, I ain't too sure where," he waved you off, almost like it irritated him to answer. You came to the conclusion that Stack and Mary had a complicated relationship, it was pretty obvious to anyone who watched them for more than a moment.

At times you got caught up in the middle of their arguments or tiffs, where Mary would complain to you about Stack being Stack, and Stack would tell you to tell her to "ease off a lil'". It was always something with those two.

You stayed in his company like that for most of the night, mainly because Stack wouldn't exactly let you get up. You were a catch, he knew that and you did too.

He saw the eyes you'd get from every guy here and then, but none of them would make a move whilst you were with him. They'd wait until after, but even then, the fear of messing with Stack's girl would keep them away.

"Damn, Stack, save some girls for the rest of us," Melo laughed as he dapped him up. Melo was one of the guys that Smoke and Stack tolerated, for more reasons than just the fact that he was a funny guy. You thought it had something to do with the 'business' that they handled, and you were probably right.

Stack smirked, his hand subtly rubbing your ass over the skirt you wore. "Man, gone on," he gestured to Melo.

"Nah, real shit though, where Mary at?"

"I'on know, does it look like I got her on a leash? She's wherever she's at." He snapped. You frowned at that, coming to the conclusion that they had definitely gotten into it before you arrived.

Melo held his hands up in surrender, walking away to the bar. It was like he could feel you judging him, because when Stack looked down at you after reaching into his pocked for a prerolled blunt, he shook his head. "Don't you start on me too, ma" he mumbled, fumbling in his pockets for a lighter.

"Hm," was all you said. "I'm gonna go look for her."

He didn't stop you, try to make you stay. He let you go after her.

Mary was on the other side of the joint, laughing it up with some girls you'd never seen before. She spotted you just as you spotted her, her face brightening up at the sight of yours.

"Hey, there is she is right now! Look girls, this is the fine lil' lady I was talking to y'all about earlier," she held your hand as she brought you to the group. You smiled at them all, trying to fight away any awkwardness.

"You look good," Mary brought her arms to rest around your neck, intertwining them together. Yours rested loosely around her waist, the two of you almost flush together.

"Thanks, doll," you made a kissy face at her, not expecting her to actually kiss your lips. It was a short kiss, and she pulled away with a huge smile. Poor girl was gone. "What's up with you and Stack though? Y'all fighting again?"

Mary rolled her eyes, removing a hand from around your neck to pull her dress down a little. You recognised the dress, it was one you helped her pick out on the many shopping trips the two of you took together with Stack's money. It was a deep red, came up to her mid thighs and exposed her back at the behind.

"That man ain't shit," she groaned. "Talking 'bout I get on his nerves and don't know how to leave him alone. Maybe don't send mixed signals then?!"

You nodded as she ranted, her friends now dispersing across the joint to leave you two alone. This was nothing you haven't heard before, Mary and Stack always got into it about something along the same lines as their last argument.

"Maybe I should just have you be my new thing instead of him," Mary frowned, leaning her body on yours. You smiled at her words.

"I wouldn't mind that."

*

A couple days later, you assumed they'd be on good terms again but it seemed not. You were hanging around in your apartment when you heard the door open, confusing taking over your face because no one else had a key. Before you even had a chance to grab something incase you needed to defend yourself, you heard a voice call out for you.

"Where you at, baby?" Stack asked, taking his shoes off by the door.

"Elias, I told you to stop picking my damn doors," you kissed your teeth, exhaling a much needed sigh of relief after that small scare.

"Then start answering your phone," he said like it was the most obvious response. He kissed your lips briefly, mumbling a "hey" before he made his way to your kitchen, coming back to you with a bottle of water.

"What brings you here?" you asked, settling down on the sofa.

He didn't reply straight away, instead he took the time to admire you as he drank. You weren't wearing anything too special, a small, white spaghetti strapped tank top with light grey joggers that belonged to a lounge set. You looked good. You always did. Hell, you could be wearing the most basic thing ever and Stack would find you drop dead gorgeous.

A small smirk made its way to his face as his thoughts trailed off to other things, making you tilt your head at him.

"Hello?" you nudged him.

"Sorry, darling," he finally snapped out of his trance. "You got me a lil' distracted there."

You smiled, like you always did when he flirted with you. He put the cap back on his bottle, placing it down on the coffee table in front of him before his arms reached out for you, pulling you into him.

You let him guide you over his laps, straddling him with your palms resting flat against his chest. Stack's hands rubbed over your ass as he leaned further into the sofa, his eyes staring right into yours.

"You didn't answer my question," you looked back at him.

"I can't pay you a visit no more? Damn," he sighed, squeezing at your hip.

"I didn't say all that," you rolled your eyes. "You and Mary keep getting into it and then dragging me in your mess."

The day before, Mary had come over to yours. Originally she planned to convince you to come out with her, but you had had enough of partying for a couple of days. So she stayed in with you.

What started off as you two watching movies and making dinner turned into her hands caressing gently over your body, your lips on hers and a whole lotta noise.

"That ain't nothing new," He said.

"Yeah? Maybe that's a sign, I don't know..."

"A sign for what?"

"A sign that—" you were interrupted by the sound of the doorbell ringing, a puzzled expression on your face as you removed yourself from Stack's lap to answer it. There was nothing that annoyed you more than unexpected guests, but two? This was a new record now.

You opened the door, eyes widening at the sight of Mary.

"Hey, girl," she smiled at you. She looked down behind you for a brief moment, her eyes landing on Stack's shoes. She look back at you, eyes narrowed before she moved past you and inside.

"Yeah, come right in. No, I'm not too busy at the moment," you mumbled to yourself. It wasn't long before you were hearing raised voices and all sorts of cuss words being thrown.

"Really?! So you can be here, around her, but you can't be bothered to come see me?"

"Mary, calm the fuck down and watch who you talking to," Stack ran a hand down his face, his mood completely soured as he reached for a blunt in his pocket.

"No! Because you're such a fucking liar! I swear to God," she laughed bitterly, turning to face you now. "And when were you gonna tell me about this. Huh? After I slept with you again?"

Stack's brows piqued up at that, turning to you too.

"Mary, you knew Stack's been coming up here, I literally told you that—"

"What, y'all got something goin' on too?" She scoffed. It was insane to her how she was the one who introduced you two yet felt completely left out of the loop.

"I mean, shit, if you want," Stack smirked, clearly unfazed by the situation in front of him.

"Shut the hell up," you and Mary both said.

Sighing, you walked towards her. You could see the pout on her face, the crease in her brow that only appeared when she frowned. "You like him more than me or somethin'?" She asked you.

"No. I like you both. I also think you're both irritating as fuck," you spoke honestly, tucking a standing of your hair behind your ear that had fallen out of the ponytail you put it in before they both came.

Stack blew smoke out of his mouth from where he sat, watching you both. You wrapped your arms around Mary's waist, inching your face closer to hers. Her eyes flickered from your lips to your eyes, waiting for you to make the first move.

You broke your gaze away from her face to look at Stack, his eyes focused on you and what you would do next. A smile graced your lips, your attention back on Mary. You leaned in, feeling the softness of her lips welcome yours.

"Damn," Stack mumbled.

Mary kissed you back, a small moan escaping her lips as she did. When you parted your lips, her tongue didn't waste any time, exploring your mouth as you moaned shamelessly.

You broke away from the kiss, leaning your head on Mary's shoulder as you looked at Stack. "There are more ways to solve this lil' issue, you know."

Stack smiled, putting his blunt in the ashtray. You pulled away from Mary, pushing her gently towards Stack, who took her into his arms. He kissed her, slow and gentle.

"You know I love you," he mumbled against her lips.

"Yeah. I love you too," Mary sighed, glad she was finally being shown some attention by him.

They turned to look at you, Mary patting the spot on the other side of Stack. "And we love you too. Guess we'll just have to learn to share," she smirked.

You sat down, and it wasn't long before Stack's lips were on yours, his hand around your throat, pulling you closer. Mary watched on, her lip tucked in between her teeth. Why didn't she ever think of this before.

She kissed down Stack's neck, nipping and biting, letting up when you started to kiss her. Her hands grabbed at your top, breaking away from the messy kiss to pull it off of you. Stack took his top off too, his toned body on display. You almost drooled, you couldn't believe this was actually happening, or rather, that it was happening so late.

Stack leaned towards your neck, sucking and kissing wherever he could as you groaned, tilting your head back slightly. Mary was still on you, kissing you from cheek to cheek before she was back on your lips. You were overwhelmed a little, but the good type of overwhelmed.

Stack pulled away, his eyes lustful and full of want as he looked at both his girls. "I think we should take this upstairs."

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[mwphisto]

LaDs Men and Some of Their Kinks

Includes: Xavier, Rafayel, Zayne, Sylus, and Caleb x implied female reader (separate of course)

Warning, this post includes: somnophila, dacryphilia, brat taming, scent kink, squirting, masturbation, master/pet play, spitting, cockwarming, and more.

A/N: I finished all of my work for university! Now I just have a final presentation next week (which I already did), and then I'll have earned my bachelor's degree! Now I can do some celebratory smutty writing to get back into the swing of things :)

Xavier

Somnophilia is high up there on Xavier's list, but not because he wants to use your body while you sleep. No, Xavier wants you to use him while he is somewhere far off in dreamland. He really wants to wake up to you with his cock down your throat. Even better? He's positive he'd cum on the spot if he woke up to you riding him.

Mutual Masturbation could send Xavier into a frenzy. He loves watching you pleasure yourself, especially when your eyes are glued to the way his fist pumps up and down his length. But he can never truly handle it for long, losing his composure before either of you can make yourselves cum. You're just too cute for him to resist.

Outdoor sex is right up Xavi's alley, though it really should count as he loves fucking you on his balcony. Xavier is quite accustomed to falling asleep in the cozy paradise he has put together on his balcony. Which means, it's also well equipped for him to fuck you stupid. Maybe it's the thrill of someone hearing, perhaps even seeing, or maybe his need to make sure everyone knows you are his (looking at you, Charlie). Regardless, he's rather fond of making you his.

Rafayel

Master / Pet had started off as a joke, almost an inside joke between the two of you after Ebb day had passed. Then, slowly, the joking terms of "pet" and "master" made their way into your intimacy. It didn't matter who donned what role; it just depended on the mood and perhaps even the situation that led both of you to the bed.

Squirting, Rafayel is utterly addicted to it. The first time he got you to cum that intensely, he ended up cumming himself. The lemurian isn't satisfied anymore if he doesn't end up soaked in your juices. He'll go as far as to ensure you are well hydrated before making any moves. This man has done his research, and so far it hasn't failed him.

You're his real-life canvas. Rafayel was shocked that you agreed the first time he asked the question. You had shamelessly stripped for him, nothing but a pair of panties clinging to your ass and hips. Your skin was his canvas, and the gentle, cool strokes of the paintbrush had goosebumps erupting across your arms. He didn't think it was possible to fall more in love with you than he already was, nor did he think it was possible to crave you as badly as he did when he dragged the paint-slick brush over the swell of your tits.

Zayne

Brat-taming just comes naturally for Zayne. Lucky for him, being a brat just happens to be second nature for you. Cool, calm, collected Zayne being pushed to his limits over and over again until he finally cracks. It's the outcome you've been craving from your stoic lover. And once you got it - ass cheeks bruised and your entire lower half being so sore that you're limping - you find that you're utterly addicted. Good thing your lover is on the same page.

Quickies in public spaces are a guilty pleasure. Everyone always expects Zayne to be so good, to follow the rules. Stepping out of line is far more addictive than being the goody two-shoes he's been his whole life. Having you half undressed, speared on his cock while your back is pressed into his desk? Your tits bouncing as you ride him in the front seat of his sports car? Fingering you while you sit beside each other in a dimly lit and crowded restaurant? He's on cloud nine.

Recording your little escapades had been the outcome at the end of the spiral. A spiral you started one evening as you bounced yourself stupid on Zayne's cock, the legs of the couch creaking under your efforts. You were being bratty, and he hadn't quite crossed the threshold yet to feel comfortable putting you in your place. Testing your limits, you had reached for your phone and began taking pictures of you and him as you ground down on his dick. Faces flushed and eyes glossy, Zayne still had those selfies on his phone, under a special album only he could see.

Sylus

Dacryphilia caught Sylus by surprise. He didn't realize how badly it would turn him on until you were choking on his cock with fat streams of tears flowing down your cheeks. You looked like such a mess, so utterly destroyed and he hadn't even gotten into that sweet pussy yet. Bless him, he came before he could warn you, too entranced by your sobbing face and mouth full of his dick to speak.

Cockwarming you has been Sylus' favorite activity besides getting to love you so thoroughly it left you breathless. He wants to be close to you, as close as his body could get and as close as you'd allow. Even on nights when you two haven't made love, he'll ask you rather shyly if he can slip it in. Much to his pleasure, you always let him, especially since you know he sleeps much better when he gets to hold you close... inside and out for that matter.

Sex toys are not off limits for Sylus, honestly, he quite enjoys them. He's well aware of his capabilities and, in turn, he is well aware of his limitations. He can finger fuck you until you're crying, sure. But shoving a vibrating dildo in that pretty little cunt is far more amusing to him. He gets off on having the control, watching your entire body tremble from vibrations so intense that nothing he could do himself would ever get close to replicating. His trick is that you don't get any access to the toys he uses on you. They are his use only, taken out just to drive you mad before he gives you what he really wants. You genuinely have no idea where your lover hides them afterwards.

Caleb

Spitting but not in a way you'd think. Caleb wants you to spit in his mouth, on his dick, use it as extra lubricant. Doesn't mean Caleb will deny you if you ask him to spit on or in you, but god does he crave the feeling of your saliva coating his tongue. He wants to devour you whole, in any way he can, spit included.

Power play is right up his alley. As long as you are consenting, Caleb will go to whatever extreme you desire. It could be as simple as using "yes, sir" or "yes, ma'am" or as complicated as full-on BDSM with safe words and real leather, cuffs, gags, and paddles. Whatever you're willing to give him to fulfill the fantasies, the colonel is willing to accept, and never once will he complain.

A big ole scent kink, he can't help it, you just smell so utterly addicting, it drives him insane. Your shampoo, your body wash, your perfume, your sweat, your arousal. You name it, if it's something on or from you, Caleb will probably love it. You didn't realize it started with your worn panties, ones he stole from the hamper after you would hop in the shower. Caleb was a pervert for it, and he knew it damn well, but it didn't stop him from fucking his fist while inhaling the heady scent of your dirty panties.

[galactic-rhea]

The thing with Palpatine is that I do believe he cared for Anakin, like, he really did! In a extremely twisted way, because see, he really DIDN'T need Anakin, seriously he didn't. Palpatine's plan was going to work either way and he already had power over a republic already becoming a failed state.

For him Anakin was kinda just a whim, a little extra thing to rub on the face of the jedi to take their golden powerful chosen one and make him a menace from the inside. He really DIDN'T NEED to put on the work to groom him for over a decade, exhaust him emotionally and isolate him to the point of extreme distress, like he seriously put a lot of work on it and it wasn't needed.

So he cares for Anakin like the thing he's a bit obssesed with, he cares for Anakin the same way you care for an extra score, like the cherry on the top, he cares for Anakin in a possesive 'Look what I made of him', which is pretty much what abusive parents that see their children as just an extension of themselves do. But there is some very twisted and awful love in there, and Vader probably knows that, and in his fried mind he's unable to be anything else but grateful that there's someone that cares for him even if is for, yknow, a walking weapon.

Palpatine didn't really to put on the work to go and look for Vader when he sensed he was in danger, nor to put on all the work to put him into an Iron-Maiden-Suit, like yeah he relished in the torture, but he didnt want him to lose him just yet. It isnt until 20 years later that he seems to be kinda okayish with Vader dying, and partially i think is because at that point he got a bit bored of Vader lol

But my point is that he did put an awful lot of work for something completely unnecessary for his plans, an awful lot of work just to rub it on the face of the jedi that didnt even exist anymore for the most part. Except to maybe have the last laugh at Yoda and Obi-Wan. So yeah, Anakin was Palpatine's little prized pet, and probably his little obssesion, like I'm sure it just made his game more entertaining; but also he's repeating the cycle that all sith have been doing.

He's in a way just doing exactly what Plagueis did with him, because man being a sith lord surely sounds lonely, after a while you might as well start caring for the guy that you're trying to manipulate into murdering everything that moves since he was 9, even if is in a very selfish and dehumanizing way.

[windownextdoor]

NOT JUST YOU

plot + sfw + nsfw + fem!reader wc: 730 when your father retires, you take on the demanding farm work you’ve always loved. but- everything changes when a stranger arrives, saying your father hired him. pt. 2

another grueling day, another early morning and late night, another fucking day with simon.

you didn't know to react with another person around. another person to help you with chores that you always did by yourself. your dad said this was for your own good.

or was it?

changing routine was never in your books and now that you woke up and had someone alongside you, it was easier. something you'd never admit to your dad or simon. there wasn't a constant weight on your shoulders, you weren't that tired at the end of the day.

but, if simon still didn't get on your fucking nerves-

"darlin' y'gotta just tell me what to do."

"i'm trying to grab the hay for you and show you how to do it!" you were slightly exasperated. he'd been telling you since two weeks ago; when he started working here to just tell him what to do, not grab it for him or do it for him. you swore you heard him mutter under his breath once that, "fucking girl don't know how t'take help from anybody." his voice wasn't laced with annoyance, it was laced with cognizance that you hadn't had anyone to help you.

and it showed.

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"woman."

"simon."

"jesus fuckin' christ, y'hardheaded. give me a paintbrush and i'll help." simon said, extending an empty, calloused, large, veiny hand-

stop it.

"no, you can go home early today, you're already working way to close to christmas." you say, the paintbrush in your hand swatching back and forth on one of the smaller and shorter barn walls. your dad had expressed that the red was peeling off and definitely needed a new color.

so, you sanded some parts and started painting, until, of course-

"what was i hired for, sweets?"

"simon, it's fine, really, just relax and go home- fucking christ!" simon had grabbed your waist and hoisted you up onto his shoulders, like you weighed nothing.

you weren't small by any means.

you almost dropped your paintbrush, but one of your hands made it's way into his hair, to grab onto, so you didn't fall. your thighs were on the sides of his neck, his arms slung over your knees to keep you steady.

"'f i can't help y'paint, then i guess i'll give y'some height." simon, looked up, his eyes locking on yours, giving your knee a couple taps so you could keep painting.

you were still trying to make sure you weren't going to fall off the guy, you looked down, your eyes locking with his.

a moment passed.

two.

three.

four.

five-

"baby, start painting."

your brain short-circuited. you looked to the wall in front of you, and-

started painting.

────୨ৎ────

one hand staying atop his head, just to give yourself more balance.

totally not to feel his, unbelieveably soft blonde hair on his scalp.

you finished the wall and were itching to get off of his shoulders. they were probably sore. killing him. something. he crouched down and you got off quickly, "thank you, simon. but, you don't have to help me with that. it's just painting, and your shoulders are probably killing you right now-"

a hand was on the nape of your neck, making you look up.

"let me help you." simons rough voice was rough.

you were about to speak, before-

"yes, i was hired to work. but, i also was hired because your dad talked to me. talked to me about you. y'have someone else around now, sweets, let me help. you're going to burn yourself out at this rate, 's not good f'you."

his hand was subconsciously massaging the back of your neck, making you practically melt.

you blinked.

"so, h'bout this? i'll put the painting supplies up, y'go inside and take a hot bath. drink and eat something, and go to sleep f'me."

"my dad probably hasn't ate yet, and i need to wash dishes-" you started.

"he did eat. and he can do the dishes. he also believes that you need to take help from others." he retorted. his voice not wavering.

your blinks were getting slower as he kept massaging your neck.

"tha's it. go up there and do what i said, i'll see you tomorrow, darlin'."

maybe you could listen to him.

maybe you could learn to relax.

maybe, just maybe, you could take help from others.

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pt. 3 (soon!)

[differenteagletragedy]

Simon doesn't remember the name of the woman who took his virginity. At this point, all these years later, he's not sure if he ever knew it. It was a chance encounter, quick and a little dirty but fun. Fine.

He'd been in the neighborhood pub, the one he escaped to when he didn't want to be at home, shooting pool. He wasn't that good at it, not then, but he practiced for something to do, and as he racked up the balls for a third round against himself, he apparently caught her eye.

A bit older than him, the woman was immediately forward and flirty, and it wasn't a secret, even as inexperienced as Simon was, as to what she wanted. His body must have felt some kind of desire with the way it reacted to her, blood rushing south as she slid her hands over him in the dim light of the nearly vacant bar, but when she invited him to her flat down the street, it wasn't lust that made him agree.

It was curiosity. He wondered what it would feel like to be wanted, even on a base level like this, and if it would fill up whatever hole that had been inside him for as long as he could remember.

And it did. A little.

He'd never even kissed a girl before, always too closed-off to get in any kind of position to do something like that, but that night, he kissed the woman from the pub, over and over again. He followed her movements, let her put her hands on him and place him where he needed to go, and it was something.

When their clothes came off, left in a haphazard heap around her cluttered living room, it was something more, and when she pushed him to the couch and sunk down onto him, the unfamiliar warmth almost overwhelming, for a second, it was everything.

He came too fast, and it was over too soon. That night, he slid back into his own bed, alone again. He couldn't tell if he felt better, knowing there was something he could do to soothe the ache in him, or if it was worse, having the relief for a moment then going back to nothing.

A few nights later, when the weekend hit and the pub was more crowded, he caught the eye of a pretty girl in the corner, shyly checking him out, and he got his answer.

For Simon, for years, it was better to have a little bit of comfort. Just a little bit, because he never saw a way that he could have more. A stranger from a bar, one from the grocery store that asks him to reach a high shelf and flirts a little too much ... he gets good at spotting whatever that first woman saw in him. The part of someone that's open to a quick, needy fuck.

He sees it in you. Clocks it straightaway, but he also sees something more.

It's in the way you pull back after he kisses you hard and deep, the only way he really knows how to kiss. He stops, thinking you've changed your mind, but you're still there, still close, with such a soft look in your eyes now. You initiate the kiss this time, your hands sliding up to cup his cheeks, keeping him in place as you slow things down.

It's disorienting almost, he tries to shake it off, to get back to how this is supposed to go. He yanks your shirt off, and you let him, but when he moves his hands to roughly palm at your chest, you patiently pull them back down to rest on your waist.

"Slow down," you murmur, smiling up at him. "We've got a little time."

It's muscle memory for him at this point, finding a woman and bringing her to a quiet, private place, pushing into her, feeling the brief reprieve it brings. But with you, the rhythm is all off. It's somehow very good and very bad, all at the same time.

"Thought you wanted something here," he mutters, his meaning clear -- he thought you wanted him.

"I do," you answer. "I just don't want it to be over in five minutes. That ok?"

He's not sure what else to do, so he nods. And he slows down.

It's different, sex when you're not rushing towards the end-goal. His hands, used to action in moments like this, pushing and pulling and gripping, instead find yours. Your fingers intertwine, and you kiss him, almost lazily, like you’ve got all the time in the world. Like he’s worth it.

To Simon, it feels strange and new, but not really -- like it's all happening through the filmy haze of a dream, where somehow he knows every step of this dance and yet nothing at all, all at once. To you, from the soft sounds slipping from your lips, it feels right.

When it's over, and you're both breathless and sated, he feels like that boy again -- the one who'd never been kissed and who didn't know where to put his hands. But now, he notices, one hand is still grasping yours and he squeezes it, just barely.

"That ok?" he asks softly, and he's not sure if he's speaking to you or to himself.

"Perfect," you tell him, turning your head to give him a smile.

He doesn't know if he'll ever see you again. But he's memorizing the weight of your hand in his, the steady sound of your breathing as it returns to normal. And even if he never has this with you again, in the moment he knows that he's capable of it. And that's enough.

[muwapsturniolo]

FreshLove For The Fit 2 (rewrite) ˚.🎀༘⋆ C. Sturniolo

"But I do have a proposition for you."

⟢ nothing crazy tbh. mention of boners, nipple piercings and hate from fans.

divider cred @bernardsbendystraws

He fucked up, He fucked up bad.

It only took fans three days to notice his following had gone up on Instagram, the parasocial people looking through the list and trying to see who the new person is. It didn't take long for them to find the new account, immediately blasting it on all socials.

"Chris following a cam girl who wears Fresh Love? Oh, he's a freak!

"No because she's so smart! Let me put on some Fresh Love and get to work!"

Those were just a few of the things that were said in so many words. However, it seemed like on her end, all she was receiving was hate. He went through her comments on Instagram and Twitter; it was brutal, nasty, even a bit scary.

He began to feel bad; after all, this was his fault. He knew how some of his fans were; he knew how much they wanted to 'protect him'. He should have been more careful and avoided following her on Instagram.

He wants to DM her and profusely apologize for any harm he may have caused, but something was holding him back. So instead of messaging her and apologizing, he simply unfollowed her on the app, hoping that would calm everything down.

However, when he got a dm from her on his unrecognizable Twitter account, he knew things were taking a turn.

Your fans are getting a bit crazy in my comments and dm's. You need to tell them to leave me the fuck alone.

Chris's heart drops at the DM, his mouth running dry. There were multiple thoughts running through his head. How did she know this account was his? Would she expose him?

He licks his lips and takes a deep breath before responding, his hands shaky as he types out a message.

I feel like complete shit, i'm so sorry for all of this. Seriously. I should have been more careful with what I was doing.

lmao, i'm just playing with you. I really don't give af about what they are saying. They're just mad you jerked your shit to me, if anything i'm winning in life.

He exhales and closes his eyes reading that she wasn't actually upset with what was currently going on.

Fuck, you had me scared for a second. I've been freaking out about this shit all day. I'm glad you are handling this well though.

I can handle myself very well, thank you very much.

Chris bites his lip as his fingers hesitate over the keyboard, a war raging inside his mind as he debates sending his next response. Eventually he says fuck it, and sends it.

I like the way you handle yourself.

He waits anxiously for a response, worried that he may have overstepped a boundary.

So I take it you like my content then?

Love it actually, was it not obvious?

Chris knew this conversation was taking a turn, and he was curious yet excited to see how far it would go. He stands up from the couch and quickly makes his way to his bedroom, softly closing the door and locking it.

Tell me what you love about it then, I'm curious.

Chris flops down on to his bed, his dick sturring as he thinks about the content he has consumed from her, and what aspects of it he loved.

I think the most obvious thing would be you wearing my brand. That's what made me notice you. I also love the way you sound, the way you try to hold your moans in when you're close, only to let them out in a way that makes my head spin. Don't get me started on your thighs, I could spend all day between them if you let me.

Both adults were staring at their phones with heavy breaths, their hearts beating rapidly in their chests.

Before she could respond to him, Chris sent another message.

What would you say if I wanted you to call me?

I'd tell you to check my prices.

Chris immediately goes to her account, looking at her pinned post and analyzing the prices. He loads up his Cash App and sends her two hundred dollars, leaving a message saying "ft, wear freshlove" with his phone number attached.

A few minutes later, his phone begins to ring, his thumb quickly hitting the accept button.

It takes a second for both of their screens to load, but when it does, they both suck in a harsh breath.

They looked good.

Chris was wearing a pink hoodie that was making her clench her thighs. It was her favorite color, and she loved seeing it on men. His eyes were low as he remained tired, a toothpick in his mouth, and a silver chain adorning his neck.

She was, in fact, wearing Fresh Love, her pink shirt to be exact. He could tell it was a size too small by the way it hugged her chest, her nipples adorned by piercings peeking through the material.

"Hi," she says softly, her soft voice shocking Chris. He didn't know what he was expecting, but he wasn't expecting his dick to jump at the sound of her voice.

"Hey," Chris responds, his eyes darting all over her body. She smirks softly and lies down on her stomach, kicking her feet up as she begins to speak once again.

"So what did you want to call me for?" Chris finds himself suddenly being shy. How was he supposed to tell her he wanted to call her in hopes she would grab her pink dildo and get off for him and with him? It was so easy to be bold behind a screen, but now that he's technically face to face with her, it's different.

"I don't know..."

"Mmm, I think you do know, you're just too scared to admit it." she taunts, a smirk on her face as she teasingly tilts her head.

Chris doesn't like it.

"I'm not scared to admit anything. I just figured you wouldn't appreciate me demanding you grab that sparkly pink dildo and fuck yourself for me. I was raised to be a gentleman after all." His cocky demanor comes back full throttle, a smirk on his face as he takes the toothpick from his mouth. Despite her brown skin, he could tell she was blushing, the way her eyes looked away from the screen and she bit her lip was a dead giveaway.

"Don't act all shy, you post yourself doing the same things I would be requesting....but I'm not going to have you do that. Not yet at least. I want to get to know you first."

He could see the surprise in her eyes. He figured this was something new to her. She was a cam girl, an OnlyFans girl, she was used to men and possibly women using her, demanding things from her, degrading her.

Chris wasn't really that different; he wanted the same things and was objectifying her the same way as others, but there was something about her that was pulling him in and had him wanting this to be something more than transactional.

The call continues with both chatter and laughter, the two adults getting to know each other better for hours on end. The conversation jumped from topic to topic, jokes being dropped and stories being told.

Suddenly, she decides to ask a question that's been bothering her since the start of the call.

"So why did you send me two hundred when my FaceTime price is only one hundred and thirty?"

"Because I wanted to."

His quick and nonchalant response was surprising and confusing to the girl. She squints as she looks at him through the screen, "But you didn't have to, especially if we didn't even do anything sexual." A devious smirk makes its way across Chris's face.

"Well, I did request that you wear Fresh Love, I think that deserved an extra few dollars....But I do have a proposition for you."

[greenwitchfromthewoods]

Could you write something where Tess is jealous with how protective Joel is over you? Please and thank you 😊

thank you for this request. i hope you like it. have a great sunday, sweetie!

warnings: Tess is not nice to you, smuggling, talks of leaving QZ, Joel doesn't play much of a role in it

[my masterlist]

"Are you okay?"

You straightened up and adjusted the backpack that was weighing you down. "I'm fine." You mumbled.

A snort behind you made you turn around. Tess rolled her eyes. "She'll kill us eventually." she said.

"Really?" you replied. "That board would have collapsed under you too."

"I wouldn't have stepped on it."

"Right, your fucking sixth sense."

Tess opened her mouth to say something, but Joel raised a hand, silencing you both. You listened for a moment, but the building was quiet.

"We should go now." Joel finally spoke. "Let's go back. We have enough goods to trade."

You and Tess exchanged a quick glance, but neither of you said anything more. The tension between you was palpable. Tess had seemed irritated by your presence for a while now, and it was starting to tire you out. Like her and Joel, you were involved in smuggling and other work at Boston QZ. They needed someone to do a job, so you joined their team.

It wasn't immediately noticeable. It started with eye rolls, then verbal sarcasm. You felt like it happened every time you spoke to Joel or he made any kind of friendly gesture towards you.

Joel never mentioned whether there was anything more between him and Tess, and you hadn't tried anything more with him. It was just work. Yes, he was handsome, and you weren't used to anyone caring about you, even in the slightest. But that was Joel, wasn't it? He was grumpy and seemed distant from people. You could even say he didn't like people. But he tolerated you, unlike Tess.

It was late when you returned to QZ. It wasn't until the next day that you showed up at the apartment Tess and Joel shared. The woman was alone, but she watched with interest as you pulled more and more goods from your backpack. The loot had to be divided and exchanged for reasonable goods. Each of you wanted to gain something from it.

“Are you looking for a car battery?” you asked, sitting down at the table and watching Tess’s skillful hands sort through what you had brought.

She looked at you with curiosity and irritation. "Where did that idea come from?"

You shrugged. "Joel mentioned something." You replied and immediately noticed that the woman snorted. "I know someone who can help you."

She looked at you. "And you'll do it for free? Because you like me?"

You crossed your arms over your chest, ready for a verbal argument with her. “Do you want this or not? I don’t know why you’re so hard on me. I didn’t do anything to you.”

“Yes, Miss Perfect.” Tess snorted. “You don’t want anything in return because you expect him to be grateful.”

“Fuck!” you hissed. “Who would I want to please?”

“Joel, of course!”

Your mouth fell open in surprise. You were sure Tess was joking, but she was looking at you completely seriously. Your eyes went straight to the bedroom door. “He left,” Tess replied. “He had something to do.”

You leaned in towards her. “I don’t know what you’re implying, but me and Joel…”

“I know that.” Tess waved her hand. “But that doesn’t change the fact that it drives me crazy when I see the way he looks at you. Don’t tell me you haven’t noticed! He’s always more caring and protective of you.”

“When it comes to you, he’s also…”

“He’s changed since he met you. He’s a hard ass, but I’ve known him for a long time.” Tess plopped down in the chair across from you and pushed her hair out of her face. “I have nothing against you, you’re strong and smart. You saved my life too, so…” she sighed. “We want to get out of QZ. Joel has a brother he wants to find. You could be useful.”

You looked at her like you didn't believe her words. Just yesterday you were ready to throw yourself at each other, and now Tess was offering you an escape from Boston. Madness.

Finally, you spoke up. "I can help you with the battery."

“I’ll go there myself. Thanks,” she said. “And you? Will you come with us? Joel will definitely ask you. He wouldn’t want to leave you here.”

"We're just friends." you assured her again, but the corners of her mouth turned up.

"For now."

You wanted to say something, but the door opened and you noticed that Joel was back. You quickly stood up from your chair. “I have to go back.”

“You don’t have to,” Joel replied, looking uncertainly at Tess, as if she was the reason you wanted to leave this place quickly.

However, you had already thrown your bag over your shoulder and passed him.

“Thanks for everything!” Tess quickly called out to you. You nodded and a second later you were gone.

Joel stared at the closed door for a moment longer, then glanced at the woman sitting at the table. “Did you say something to her again? Do you have to be so fucking mean to her?”

“Your little bird found us a battery,” Tess said, and was pleased to see the change in Joel’s face. “If we can figure this out, we can get out of here.”

Joel nodded. Tess smiled, then stood up and began clearing the table. “You should talk to her. She could be useful to us outside of Boston. She’s good.”

“I know she is.” Joel swallowed. “But is she…”

“Fuck, Joel!” Tess groaned. “You’re a grown man. Just go to her and do it.”

He nodded and glanced at the door, as if he had expected you to come in. Tess was right, she always had been. You could be useful outside of Boston, and he couldn't imagine you being left here alone. Yes, he would talk to you. You would leave this place together.

[nabi-unveiled]

Hiii!

Several times lately you've said my personal weatherman is a comfort show.

You do realize it's an abusive relationship don't you?

I'm not sure why you would find comfort in abuse, but it may be something to reflect on or talk about with someone.

I say that with the upmost kindness.

Hello Anon!

I do love My Personal Weatherman. I take GREAT comfort in that show. It's not flawless by any means, but it makes my synapses buzz in the best possible way.

That doesn't mean it's a comfort show for everyone.

I am fully aware that many find Segasaki/Yoh's dynamic to be problematic or consider it an abusive relationship. If you see it that way, I can certainly understand why you wouldn't find it a comfort show. It's a valid response to that interpretation.

Before I go further, please know that I do not want to negate anyone's personal experiences or opinions in this post. You are more than welcome to disagree!

But on MY blog - I will defend these characters with everything in my being.

In short - I do NOT see it as an abusive relationship. I see it as two people figuring out how their life together is going to work. Which is HARD and ONGOING. Especially for two introverts who keep a lot of their thoughts in their heads. I feel that struggle in the core of my being.

Thanks to some of the subtitle/scripting issues, many people misinterpret how long they've "lived together". (That post has a pretty great timeline if you're interested.) They didn't start living together until Yoh graduated, and they've only been living together a few months. They are still learning a lot about each other and their relationship. Even if they'd been living together a long time, figuring life out together is a process. It's not an easy one.

Do I think either character is a green flag? ABSOLUTELY NOT.

Are they very flawed people? Yes.

Are they crap communicators? Yes.

Is there a power imbalance? Yes, but only when Yoh allows it. Yoh enjoys the power play. Yoh IS allowing it. No question in my mind on that score.

It's VERY important to realize that Yoh is the epitome of an unreliable narrator and partial viewpoints/perspectives are in play. For anyone not familiar with it, that means Yoh's perspective is misleading us to a degree in the early episodes. His words in particular cannot be trusted. Before someone comes at me about dismissing a character's words or belittling their feelings, this is an actual literary and narrative tool.

I love Yoh. He's processing best he can. He doesn't know the best words to use. He struggles to figure out what his emotions mean and how to read other people. Like most of us in life, he's figuring crap out.

And Segasaki is figuring his crap out too. But they're TRYING.

Now do I think their relationship is a role model for "BDSM" as it sometimes gets labeled? Please. Dear God. No. Just no. That requires GOOD communication and clear negotiation. See earlier point. They're crap at that...so very human.

However, I do think this is a lifestyle dominant/submissive relationship. By that I mean they have naturally fallen into these roles based on their personalities and preferences. It's more common than you might think, but that's probably an entirely different post.

Actually, if you're interested in the dominant/submissive aspect, LutaWolf had a whole series of posts about this show.

There is also a fabulous amount of language analysis for this show that dives into what the language usage says/depicts about their relationship.

And yes, I've read every one of those posts. Most of them multiple times. I read them when they were WROTE. I have an entire folder of posts about this show BOOKMARKED on my computer, because I didn't even have a Tumblr account at the time.

Where was I? Oh right - why I find comfort in it. Like many things I like or love, I don't really know. Why do I find pangolins adorable? Why do I love sweaters? Why do I enjoy asymmetrical earrings? I don't stress over it. I just accept that I love them.

Is it because I think the sexuality embedded and a rain soaked Yoh are BEAUTIFUL? I'm sure that is 100% part of it. It's a valid reason to indulge.

Is it possibly a result of me growing up in a hierarchical community with a heavy amount of toxic masculinity that I enjoy seeing dominant/submissive interactions? Maybe. That would not make my enjoyment of the show less valid.

Is it possibly a manifestation of untreated trauma or personal struggles of some kind? Maybe. That would not make my enjoyment of the show less valid.

Is it possible that I see either myself or my own relationship in their relationship at times? Yes, that is absolutely true. Still a valid reason to enjoy it.

Regardless, here's what I know without a doubt.

🍛

Segasaki eats the curry. Every. damn. time. And Yoh makes it. Every. damn. time.

There's an entire essay in why that's so very very important for both of them.

🔆

Yoh wants this relationship. Badly.

There's an entire essay in why I think that too.

🌀

Segasaki NEEDS Yoh. Yoh is his safe space. The one place he can relax and be himself.

There's an entire essay in that one too.

I haven't thought about this show just a little. I've lived and breathed in this show. I could write books on this show.

But frankly, feel free to worry about me if you want. If that's what you want to spend your energy on, have at it. I won't be stressing though. Because as much as I enjoy this show, Segasaki is not who I want.

I know the real dream when I see it.

It's Manju's husband. If only. Manju is the one living my dream here. Fully accepted for her nerdy, kinky, fangirl self.

[heyhoeudoin]

DONE DEAL

"We're definitely not just friends."

pairing: bakugo katsuki x fem!reader

words: 4.1k

genre/s: fluff, fake-but-not-so-fake dating??? (or to be specific at first it was fake and then they never really broke it off), mature

warning/s: swearing, she/her, manipulation?, slightly flirty reader?, mature themes: cigarettes, alcohol, implied underage sex (reminder: don't do this and also teens do bad shit all the damn time especially underaged)

synopsis: you offered a deal to bakugo, not knowing that it'll last longer than you think

masterlist

a/n: damn, i am on a writing spree. i daydreamed this idea and i had to write it.

"hey, hotshot," you called as you placed your upper arm on the shoe locker.

bakugo loudly clicked his tongue as he slammed his locker door shut. "what do you want, cheater?" he asked, turning to you with a frown.

you rolled your eyes at the nickname. "one of these days someone will misunderstand that lil' nickname you gave me," you retorted as you leaned your back on the locker and crossed your arms.

l/n y/n, quirk: lady luck. she is incredibly lucky! like seriously so! everything will go the way she wants it to go. she can easily get anything she wants either with a massive discount or for free! and also, luckily for her (pun intended), she can turn this ridiculous luck on and off.

bakugo raised his brow at you. "okay, okay, so valentines soon," you stated. "as in "february's about to start" soon."

"fuck, don't make me remember," he groaned. "useless shitty ass calendar event. what the fuck is even the point of that shit? it only brings me those stupid squealing bitching extras." his hands popping with small explosions.

you laughed at his description as you nonchalantly covered his popping palm with your own. "well, what if i tell you that you can get rid of those "stupid squealing bitching extras" if you get together with me," you offered.

bakugo narrowed his eyes on you as he slowly swiped his palm away from yours. his pupils seemingly glowing at the focus. "the fuck do you want?" he asked once more, this time his tone lower.

you smiled at him, hitting back with narrowed eyes as you pushed yourself off the locker and turn your body towards him. "think about it real well, darling," you called. "those you call "stupid squealing bitching extras" will be even more desperate this year since it's your last year here. their last chance essentially. and well, would you look at that, i, too, also got my own stupid squealing bitching extras and it's also my last year—in case you forgotten," you teased to which he growled.

"so it'll be a win-win scenario for the both of us. no one will bother us on that forsaken calendar event. and hey"—you shrugged—"i know you wouldn't mind being with me out of anyone else in this damn school. besides, we can always stage a break up before graduation, or on graduation if you want chaos."

he said nothing.

"...are you using your cheating quirk on me?"

you eyes widen just a bit. "genuinely, no, so your decision is all on you," you tell him and he knew you were telling the truth because he knew that you never once lied to him before. "and you know i don't like using it on you—it takes away your charm if you become easy for me."

bakugo grumbles at that comment, also knowing that it's true.

"fuck you, fine, i'm in," he declared as he extended a hand towards you. his body now facing yours.

you slapped your hand over his and shook on it. "guess we're official now." a wide grin on your face.

like sealing a deal with the devil.

katsuki never once cared about getting into relationships and whatnot; much less romance and shit. it's why he despises valentines day so fucking much. those whiny bitches always bother him, and then his shoe locker gets fucking filled with the useless crappy notes and those too sweet chocolates and shit.

it pisses him off. truly.

it's why he accepted your deal in the first place. it would give him freedom on that annoying day.

but... he didn't expect to be content with being in a relationship with you—albeit fake, but still. bakugo would never admit it out loud, most especially never to you, but you were right. he didn't mind being with you out of any of the damn extras out there.

you and bakugo's relationship is rather simple, contrary to what most believe it to be. during first year of aldera, you two got assigned together for a final project. he expected you to cower at him, but that's not what happened.

you were feisty (and flirty). you were actually confident in yourself, and it genuinely wasn't an act nor because of your quirk. it was just... you. you also didn't suck up to him as much as the other extras did. you weren't fucking fake basically, and it was refreshing to see.

after that first year, you and him would sometimes hang out... in and out of school whether doing something you'd like or doing something he'd like; which is most of the time since you're the type to not go out all the fucking time. you'd rather laze around and shit which is why you were mostly there for whenever he trains; just there because "why not" you said. and then on the off chance that you do want to do something or hang out somewhere, it would either be in a vip hotel or a damn fancy ass resort that you just happen to get rooms at for free; if not those two, then off into a mall at harajuku or some shit, stealing buying a shit load of stuff.

and then when it comes to each other, you two shared unspoken rules (that were sometimes brought up). he had his own set and you had your own like how you didn't like using your quirk on him and you try not to lie to him while he tries not to scream at you and you're the only one who he allows inside his house.

nothing really changed when the two of you got together. the only thing that really changed is the now added calling of the first names amongst the several nicknames you had for each other. that's it, really. everything else was pretty much the same. bakugo didn't like big changes, so knowing that not much has changed; it was good.

the ringtone you set on his phone for your contact started ringing in his room. begrudgingly, he answered, "the fuck you want, cheater?"

you laughed; it ringing in his ear. "do you want to stay with me in a hotel for a few days?" you asked which made him recoil his head.

"the fuck?" he lets out. "didn't we just hanged out in a hotel?"

"well~ yes~ but this is a different hotel!" you exclaimed. "you know that fancy shit building at aoi-ku? it's that one. the so-called best hotel in shizuoka."

katsuki turned to his computer and searched it up real quick. "you mean the one that's in front of the bullet trains? you cheating bitch, i'll fucking bite, why?"

you let out a giggle. "apparently i'm being given a suite room for free for at least four days and three nights, and, that's not it, all services they provide will be free for us to use as well."

katsuki is still amazed by your fucking cheat of a quirk. even though he heard a lot of these already from you. you weren't the type to brag, but you are the type to just casually drop these shitting things all of a sudden.

he sighed out loud. before he could speak, you added another thing.

"they have a pretty good gym by the way."

"fucking fine. when's check-in?"

so here he was in the hotel's lobby, carrying his and your school bags and nothing else. he watched as you sweet talked the receptionist as if she was an old friend (she definitely wasn't), and claimed the keycards. it was already rather late by the time you both arrived.

during that phone call, you told him to pack a case (once a-fucking-gain) and bring it to school the next day so that you can chauffeur it in the morning to the hotel. once school finished, you both headed to the hotel. which took a while since it was quite further away from campus.

"let's chow!" you exclaimed as you waved the keycards at his face.

he yanked one of the cards out of your hand. "you sure we can walk around in our uniforms?" he asked with a grumble. the lobby was consisted of people in fancy ass clothing: formal and semi-formal.

you waved your hand at him after tucking the keycard into your skirt's pocket. "pshh it's fine. who cares about them," you tell him as you grabbed his hand and started walking.

katsuki wasn't one to admit it out loud, but he was insecure about people holding his hands or even touching them because of his sweat. he was against the hand holding at first because of this, but you insisted that the two of you should at least hold hands in public for the idiot extras at school to start spreading rumors. he was expecting you to start being all disgusted and shit at his sweaty palms, but you didn't even mention it once.

"sweaty hands? so what? sweat is normal," you had simply told him.

the two of you claim a spot next to big window that showed the city's lights that glowed under the night sky. he plopped down your bags next to the parallel chairs as he took a seat in one of them. he usually let you get your pick first since you were fast at picking (aka you're picky so you take one look at certain food and then walk away).

"alright~ give me a bit," you bid him as you walked away with a carefree atmosphere.

he watched you walk away.

you like katsuki. you really like him. it helped that he wasn't a dumbass like the rest of male population in aldera. you and him were always switching between first and second in the year. the only stupid part of him is dealing with feelings—it was cute, honestly, and it became a goal for you as well. to try and read him as best as you could and be the only one who could read him like a book.

you like it when you know someone so much about someone that you can easily predict their moves.

but... there was one thing you never expected from katsuki. and that was him initiating your first kiss together.

it happened a week and a bit after the two of you got together. you were at his place late at night (once again), and once more, you were pretending to sleep next to him. the first time you slept over during the newfound relationship (which was like two or three days later you two got together), you were insisting on sleeping on the same bed while katsuki was reluctant. when you woke up that morning, you laid on your back while he laid on your chest comfortably.

that was then you decided to keep sleeping in the same bed whenever you'd come over.

the next time to came over (like two days later), your insomnia hit. it sucks. your insomnia. it happens randomly wherein you just couldn't sleep at all, and when you do manage to fall asleep, you wake up two hours later. it sucks. so here you were pretending to sleep next to the warm katsuki whose arm is around your waist.

you should've known that he'd realize you were not asleep.

"go to sleep, y/n," he murmured into your shoulder. his hot breath tingling your skin.

you nervously chuckled. "ahah... i will," you tell him. "just give me a minute..."

he then raised his head and laid it against a propped arm; his head on his open palm. he stared at you with heavy eyes as you stared back nervously. you're used to katsuki's stares—you get it all the time! (from both him and other people). but this one... it made you nervous because it was a stare that meant he was figuring things out.

he stood up, saying nothing. he didn't look back at you as he went past his door. you let out a breath you've been holding. you laid there, staring at the ceiling, in his bed. stupid insomnia...

katsuki arrived back into his room, shutting and locking the door behind him. you only glanced over to him then pretended to snuggle into the sheets as if you were gonna go back to sleep or try to go back to sleep.

he wasn't convinced.

he crawled onto the bed and grabbed your chin with his hand, quickly turning your head towards him. you blinked as it happened all so fast. you felt water inside your mouth as you instinctively swallowed. the last thing you realized was katsuki's lips against yours.

you stared at him in confusion and shock as he just casually got back into the sheets. you weren't laying on the bed anymore, you were propped up by your arms. "you... katsuki..." you stammered, not knowing what to say.

he looked back at you with furrowed brows. he then clicked his tongue and pulled you back into bed and into his arms. "sleep", he had simply said.

you fell asleep a while later, feeling warmth around and in you.

later that morning, you realized he had slipped you a pill in that first kiss.

after the two of you ate dinner, you both headed straight to your shared room. katsuki opted to check if no extra touched his stuff while you went straight to take a shower.

the room was big, almost like an apartment room and it even looked like a penthouse with that big window wall that showed another angle of the city. you really outdid yourself this time, katsuki mused. you had told him that you'd have this room until sunday (unless he wanted to extend, to which you said you probably can).

tomorrow's valentines day.

the one last thing that connected the two of you together.

katsuki didn't want it to be over.

the shower door opened and out you came dressed in your silk lace nightgown. it was a sight he was used to since you'd always wear the same pajamas (if he could even call those pajamas) whenever the two of you have a trip like this (even before you two got together).

"hey, let's order alcohol," you had suddenly said.

he turned to you like you grew another head. "we're fucking minors, dipshit," he tells you like you didn't know that.

you rolled your eyes at him. "i know that, dipshit. are you forgetting what my quirk is? i can get us whatever we want and i want to try that whiskey i saw on the menu."

so here he was in the fancy hotel apartment penthouse room, feeling warmth spread throughout his body even more so than he usually feel. the room smelling like hard liquor and cigarettes.

you puffed out one last smoke from your mouth as you stubbed out the bunt into the provided ashtray. you threw away the now empty pack of the white seven stars off into a corner (you took the last two cigarettes during the past two hours). he knew of your smoking habits that started around a few months ago, and he's tried his hardest to make you stop—the alcohol is fine, but he draws the line at smoking.

"you need to stop smoking you fucking bitch," he blatantly pointed out.

you scoffed as you rolled your eyes yet again at him. "like it'll ever affect me," you say. "my quirk protects me from fucking feeling everything. how damn lucky is that huh? it's so stupid. it's so boring. i want to feel something, you know?"

he narrowed his eyes at you. you never told him this. "when the fuck did you feel like that? you never told me this shit," he tells you.

"hah!" you let out as you take another shot. you had ordered another bottle after ordering the whiskey—vodka this time. "not even fucking alcohol affects me! well, a bit, but i'll never get to the point of total drunkness. i'll be forever tipsy at most."

"are you fucking kidding me?" is the only thing he can say because what else can he fucking say at this moment. he's not drunk enough for this feeling shit.

you laughed. "of course that's all you can say. you always feel everything, katsuki, but you don't know how to properly express that. i want to feel how extreme you could feel, but i know there's one thing you never feel. you'll never feel for me."

"for you?" he repeated. "what makes you fucking think i don't?" he suddenly asked, catching even himself off guard.

"what?!" you let out, genuinely shocked. "you're just saying that, boombox." you turned your head away. the embarrassment crawling up your neck.

"no the fuck am not. what makes you even fucking think that i never once feel for you?"

your breath hitched. "because, holy shit katsuki, you just don't! i can't fucking fathom that you could actually feel something for me."

he reached over to you, forcefully grabbing your chin and turning it to face him. "you shitty oblivious cheating bitch," he growled, his teeth baring. "who said you can decide what i fucking feel? y/n, i don't fucking just let anyone in my home, let alone my damn bed—i don't just fucking kiss anyone!"

the room fell silent as only your ragged breaths could be heard. you opened your mouth, then promptly closed it back. he let go of your chin as he slowly started leaning to you.

you connected your lips to his.

when you made this deal with katsuki, you weren't expecting to share any major gestures that were romantic and/or intimate between you two because you were fully convinced the he didn't like you like that. sure he kept you around, but that's because you were different from those idiots who usually hover over him and follow him around.

you weren't like that.

you weren't some loser. you took pride in being someone katsuki was willing to hang out with, and someone that can drag him to places to without him making too much of a fuss.

so imagine your surprise when he gave you his first kiss. he was completely casual about it too! the motherfucker never brought it up, or talked about it and shit after it happened. well, you expected that since he's an emotionally constipated bitch—

you never questioned why he kissed you. why would you? he's always been the type to let his actions speak louder than his words. you knew him that well—and that kiss? he definitely likes you too (whether he inwardly realizes that or not).

the two of shared kisses since then, and he'd always be the one initiating it.

but you wanted more.

you figured that he was probably waiting for a signal from you—a form of consent to keep going. you didn't know how to initiate.

until now.

that night... that kiss... it was the final seal that intertwined the two of you together.

and that morning, you woke up next to katsuki, naked but warm and late for school.

you and katsuki walked into campus unashamed of the visible bites and marks that littered all over your necks.

you walked around yūei's cafeteria, sipping on a grape juice box (which is actually mixed with whiskey). that was when you saw a certain loud blonde. smirking, you walked over and slammed a hand on the table.

"what's up hotshot?" you greeted the blonde who looks up at you with an amused smirk. "been a while—oh! perfect timing, i've got a free house at this water resort. you wanna come with?"

he scoffed. "you cheating bitch, the year hasn't even fucking started," he commented.

"cheating?!"

"bakugo you dated this hottie?!"

you turned to his group of friends who actually doesn't look like a bunch of pushovers (a major upgrade to those two idiots that katsuki used to hang with in aldera). you snorted. "i told you someone's bound to misunderstand that nickname you've gave me," you commented as you jerked your head towards them.

"uh—" started the spiky red haired one. "if you cheated on bakubro, that's not very cool! you need to leave."

you rose a brow at him, amused. you turned back to katsuki and tell him, "you've got some good company there. we can bring 'em too if you want."

he ignored you and went straight to screaming at the red haired one. "shut the fuck up shitty hair! not that kind of cheating!"

you laughed at katsuki's usual outburst. you then reached over and took hold of his chin, turning him to face you. "but seriously though, go with me to that water resort! we haven't gone to anywhere together for a while. we've only been talking through phone because you were busy and shit—and i'm starved." you winked at him.

he rolled his eyes at you as he harshly took your hand off of him. "of course you fucking are," he simply said. "and when the hell did you even apply to yūei? thought you wanted to go to tokyo?"

"and be away from you? oh please, don't pretend like you ain't glad to see me here," you quipped. "and besides, yūei's still a pretty good school. i'll get rich here easy in the business course."

"wait wait wait!" the pink one disrupted. "who are you to bakugo here? because never would i have thought to know that he has an ex-lover or something."

you laughed. "i mean, well, i can't fucking deny that! this brute teared through confessions left and right," you exclaimed as you sipped on your mixed juice. katsuki narrowed his eyes at the box you're carrying, ignoring your comment, before snatching it off your hands. "hey!"

he took a sip before scowling, not from the taste but from the fact that you're drinking alcohol. "you fucking shit!" he exclaimed before whispering out, "you're drinking this shit this early?!"

you rolled your eyes before snatching it back from him. "oh calm fucking down, as if i'll ever get caught."

"damn cheater."

"wait, if bakugo says you're not a cheater, relationship-wise, then why does he keep calling you a cheater?" the one with black hair asked.

"oh, my quirk makes me incredibly lucky like i get literally anything i want, whenever i want," you explained.

"what?! that's so cool!" the yellow one exclaimed. "since you're not with bakugo, wanna go on a date?"

bakugo smacked the yellow one. "fuck off! who says she's not with me?!"

"WAIT!" the pink one exclaimed yet again. "so you two are really together?!"

you hummed before shrugging. "well, we're certainly not just friends, but we're not together either," you say as katsuki turned to you with furrowed brows.

"the fuck are you talking about?" he says.

you turned to him with a raised brow. "what?" you asked, confused. "didn't we break up?"

he scoffed as he shook his head, looking in disbelief. he pointed at you as he said, "how fucking high were you to think we broke up? we've been fucking together for more than three months!"

you widen your eyes at the claim. "wow! ...you're keeping track?" you asked, feeling the shyness creep up as you twirled a strand of hair with your free hand. "you're more romantic than i thought."

"fuck off! that's because i ain't no forgetful bitch."

you laughed, unaffected by his teasing insults. "well, i've gots to go~ have to pick something up before lunch ends. it's nice meeting you, bakugo's friends~" you finger waved at the group who waved back in a trance as you walked away.

"wow... i gotta be honest, bakugo, she's way out of your league."

"shut the fuck up, soy-sauce face!"

bonus:

after lunch, the bakusquad immediately went to ask midoriya about bakugo's girlfriend.

"midoriya! midoriya!" they scampered over to the shocked green haired boy who's confused on why he has the sudden attention.

"uh yes? you guys?" he stammered out with wide eyes.

"does bakugo really have a girlfriend?" exclaimed kaminari.

"woah, a girlfriend?" jirou piped up with an amused look on her face. "who in their right mind would date him?"

"fuck off, ears!" bakugo exclaimed with his teeth baring.

"girlfriend? ah! y/n-san," midoriya mentioned. "wait, you met her here? i thought she went to tokyo?"

"shut the fuck up, deku!"

"ignore him," says mina. "so how'd bakugo pull her? she's like such a hot girl. she could totally do better than that brute." she jerked her head to the sitting loud blonde who pointed a middle finger at her.

midoriya lets out a nervous chuckle. "well, those two have always been close since middle school started. and then valentines..." he burst red at the thought of it.

"woah! you okay there midobro?" kirishima asked, seeing as the boy turned red in the face.

"well, they're definitely together—!"

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[eddieisashifter]

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓'𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐀𝐆? — MY MARAUDERS REALITY

this is a brief tour of my bag in my maruaders era hogwarts dr! this bag has been with me though literally everything and she's only holding on due to mending enchantments I put on her when I first started to notice her descent. some of the stuff in her is...probably less than legal. but hey! snitches get stiches, alright? inspired by this post by @chaaistained and this one by @hrrtshape!!

my trusty messenger bag that i carry literally everywhere with me. you wouldn't catch me dead using just my pockets to carry all my shit. she's basically a staple of my appearance. anyway, let's open her up!

BUT FIRST——THE DECOR!

✦ my pinback buttons! the "kind hearted degenerate" was stolen from Sirius' patch jacket (I think he let me take it), the "cult leader" was a gift from barty because of course it fucking was, and the other two my sister, eden, and I found just outside of diagon alley (we fought over who got to keep them. I won, obviously. so, i display them proudly, she hates it).

✦ i also have my prefect pin stuck onto the strap of my bag because it's so much better to have on there than my robes. no one's gotten mad at me so whatever.

✦ the dice keychain was stolen from eden's room. I thought it was pretty and she hasn't missed it so

✦ the froggy keychain I found in a muggle shop and needed immediately. I may have a secret obsession with froggos, my friends may or may not be very aware of this fact. he also might be cursed, I swear I hear him ribbit when it gets quiet.

✦ the other keychain I found half-buried in a public park. no idea where it came from or how it got there.

ONTO THE POCKETS! my bag has four pockets on the outside, two that close and two that are just slots on the side. they're all full of shit.

LEFT FRONT POCKET

this pocket is entirely full of trash. literal trash. some of it is cute notes from my friends and such, but the other half is actual trash. I say I'm going to use it to junk journal, I don't. It just sits there in the pocket, unused. I refuse to clean it out.

but the notes!

✦ three fortunes from three fortune cookies that I got on three separate occasions at three different restaurants. — the first "you have the ability to see the bright side in things, do not lose that ability" I got on an outing with my family. it was a rough time all around and the whole dinner was tense, but getting that fortune just reaffirmed my belief in aiming for the best, even when it's unrealistic, so I kept it. — the "your love of music will be an important part of your life" I got on one of my first real dates with sirius. I already knew he dreamed of being a musician, so I took it as a sign we were going to work out. and well, it was correct. — finally, the "whatever you want to do, do it. there are only so many tomorrows" fortune found me when I was wrestling with my feelings. I hadn't intended to fall for remus, but I had. I didn't know what to do. but, I took this as a sign to just go for it and be true to my feelings. It worked out. so I kept it as a reminder, like I did with sirius' one.

✦ "I'll let you drag me to hell if it means you'll hold my hand" note that sirius passed me one day in the middle of class. like that wouldn't make me insane in public. stupid dog.

✦ "kind of a pretty boy, isn't he?" note that I found dropped on the ground in divination. when I picked it up, some girl turned beet red. amusing, really.

✦ "we are all haunted houses" note that I wrote on the corner of a notepad and tore out. I found it at the bottom of my bag weeks later. I cant for the life of me remember what I was talking about, though I think I was onto something.

✦ "not everything has to make sense. let it go. choose peace." note that was written at the top of one of my papers for divination class. professor was far too done with my constant questioning of why things worked the way they did.

✦ "just make it exist first, you can make it good later" sticky note that I wrote to stick onto my writing desk to try and help ward off my perfectionism. It remained there for years until I accidently knocked it down and it refused to stick up again. so, i shoved it into my bag with the others.

✦ "the memory is unclear but the feelings remain" written on a blank polaroid photo. barty accidently took a picture as he dropped my camera. evan wrote the words on the picture that came out. I think he thought he was being poetic. I kept it regardless.

✦ "I think you're afraid because we get along so well. I think it scares you." one of the notes sirius taunted me with in our rivals phase of our rivals to lovers arc. torn in two and carefully taped back together.

✦ "dear me, don't fall back into old patterns just because they're familiar. love, me." letter written for an assignment. that 'write a letter to your younger self' writing prompt nonsense? I didn't want to do it, so I wrote the first thing that came to my head. still got an O though.

✦ an unopened letter. the front says "open when fate decrees it". that trelawney girl got a cheshire smile when I picked it up. I've had it for five years.

✦ also a train ticket from my very first year of hogwarts

✦ other trash in this pocket includes: a to-do list that says "1. ace your o.w.ls, 2. take over the world", at least four salazar slytherin trading cards, a receipt from the record shop in hogsmede, a punch card from the three broomsticks with ten punches in it (I probably should use it at some point), a scrawled list of hexes that barty copied from the restricted section of the library, and a note I passed to reggie that says "do me a favor, kill your brother" that he threw back at me with a scrawled "NO." underneath.

RIGHT FRONT POCKET

the snack pouch, basically. if I'm hungry, this is where I'm reaching.

✦ a chocolate frog that's probably melted slightly with how long it's been in there. I think barty gave it to me on the train ride. it's probably still good, right?

✦ raven chocolates that are literally better than any wizarding candy, trust.

✦ jelly slugs because gummies are the superior form of candy

✦ also chai teabags because you never know when you might need it (also because I'm picky about my chai)

SIDE POCKETS

LEFT SIDE POCKET

✦ my round sunglasses that are basically my staple.

✦ the swiss army knife that eden has a matching one of. i enchanted it so that the blade doesn't grow dull. honestly, much better than a wand half the time, but don't tell anyone I said that.

✦ vampire pill box that has enchanted ibuprofen. thank you dorcas my love. one of these does 10x the effect as a regular without the damage to your internal organs or risk of an overdose.

RIGHT SIDE POCKET

✦ a crocheted chanel rose made for me by evan's sister, pandora. it's hella impressive actually.

✦ my trusty vivienne westwood lighter. used to be my mom's, I took it from her purse as a well rebellious thirteen year old. it also has a matching cigarette case that I also stole. i was having my kleptomaniac era. there is also skull bandages tucked inside the case.

INTERIOR POCKET

where i keep all the loose things that would get lost in the bottom of my bag otherwise.

✦ tiny bottles of banned potions that dorcas made for me. I make sure to keep the corks on very tightly.

✦ a jar of human teeth. no, I will not explain where I got them.

✦ jars of bones. not human (yet).

✦ intricate jar, full of enchanted, basically holy, water. for all your banishing needs. never summon anything you don't know how to get rid of.

✦ a jar of salt. for the same reason. also salt.

✦ tin of tiny candles for on-the-go spellwork because you never know when you might need it.

✦ tiny clay charms of tarot cards also made by pandora. she passed them to me in divination. she never did tell me why. they are pretty cute though.

MAIN POCKET

✦ a leatherbound journal full of all my secrets. jinxed, obviously. possibly with some that I would get in trouble for casting. their fault really for trying to snoop. includes detailed plans of world domination, lists of hexes and curses ordered by their usefulness, recounts of possibly prophetic dreams, and lists of very good numbers

✦ poetry journal for my midnight poetic ramblings. not jinxed, not yet. also includes my casebook recounts of strange romantic feelings, complete with red string.

✦ my trusty wand. black walnut and dragon heartstring, 12"

✦ a lace fan for when it gets far too hot to be legal. because I can't be sweating not in style

✦ a very illegal time-turner hidden inside a matchbox. I probably shouldn't have told you that I have that.

✦ a vintage comb that I call my tactical comb.

✦ my leather bat-wing wallet. one of the most important things in this bag

✦ my black makeup pouch that mary poppins would envy.

✦ my heavily annotated copy of "scottish fairy tales" that I've had with me since my first year of hogwarts. I think there's more notes and highlights than actual text. and the notes are more journal entries than actual annotations.

✦ tiny bird scissors I stole from madame pomfrey. they're for sewing. I don't do much sewing. but I can chase sirius around with them, threatening to cut the stitches on his patches. it's very amusing.

✦ an extra lighter, clipped onto the inside of my bag, just in case my trusty one ever breaks. so far, it hasn't.

✦ a special edition of the strange case of dr. jekyll and mr. hyde, my favorite book of all time. this edition was a gift from reggie, who knows my love of it.

✦ a fountain pen for my sudden bursts of inspirational musing. enchanted to never dry of ink and never need to dip it. I stole it from my older brother, alastair. I can't help it, he makes such good enchantments.

✦ a fancy flask. yes, of course there's alcohol in it. what did you take me for, a lightweight?

✦ vivienne westwood gloves for the colder months, an enchanted lining to keep your hands at the perfect temperature, not too hot and not too cold.

✦ the box of my trusty tarot cards. they always seem to call me out. they also have a bit of an attitude. typical.

✦ a coin that's engraved with "one more chapter" on one side and "go to bed" on the other. for very important dilemmas regarding my sleep schedule. do I ever listen to it when it lands on "go to bed"? no, of course not. don't tell me what to do.

WALLET

✦ my galleons. the wallet is linked to my vault at gringotts so I don't run out of money, because that would be embarrassing.

✦ photos of my friends and I. i know, I know, very sentimental of me. — photo of dorcas and eden from one of the slytherin common room parties — a photo of me, barty, and dorcas with a mall santa. he looks like he's being held hostage. — photo of me playing chess with dorcas (off camera) while barty lounges across the bed, pouting because he lost to me minutes ago. — photo of evan, me and reggie at one of our families' stupid summer galas. having friends makes them more bearable. — photo of evan and me from one of the royals' summer outings — photo of me and barty on a late-night hogsmede outing — photo i took of dorcas at one of the slytherin common room parties as we dared her to chug her drink

✦ an id, so people know who I am. as if they didn't already, pfft. it is also fake.

✦ spare condoms. enough said.

MAKEUP POUCH

✦ my signature black lipstick. can't go anywhere without that beauty. enchanted for long-lasting wear. the touch-ups are hardly necessary, but it does make people look at my lips~ also enchanted with love magic so when he kisses me he thinks I'm god. (I think that might make it illegal, but who's gonna snitch anyway?)

✦ tinted chapstick for dry lips.

✦ a spare eyeliner pen, because none of my looks would be complete without eyeliner.

✦ a knife inside a lipstick tube. just incase one knife wasn't enough. also great to scare the shit out of your friends with

✦ extra mascara, also for touchups.

✦ a black nail polish. also for touch ups. though, usually not my own. barty can never seem to keep his nail polish from chipping for longer than a day.

✦ cannabis and rose roller perfume. in case my aura isn't addicting enough. enchanted by dorcas with glamour magic, obviously. she's literally a goddess.

✦ my chanel compact mirror that also answers most of my questions. "mirror mirror in my hand, what's the answer to question #6?"

✦ a vivienne westwood claw clip that I stole from my older sister, morgaine. she's so damn uptight all the time and she's still freaking about about losing this clip. it's all I can do not to laugh aloud.

✦ a shit ton of hair ties and bobby pins just strewn throughout the pouch. I'll lose all of them eventually.

[f1cflcfic]

Won't Say I'm In Love (SMAU ft. Lando Norris) - part ix

pairing: lando norris x tennis player!reader (fem!y/n); past carlos alcaraz x tennis player!reader (fem!y/n)

summary: As a general rule, y/n does not date athletes. You've been there, done that - would not recommend. Besides, you definitely don't do love. There's no time in the world for complicated feelings when there's a career Grand Slam to be won. But what if your heart just refuses to listen?

genre: social meda/mixed au, friends to lovers

note: this is RPF and is obviously in no way, shape, or form reflective of real persons and/or events

series: part i | part ii | part iii | part iv | part v | part vi | part vii | part viii | ...

bonus: one, two, three

May 10 - 18, 2025

[Transcript excerpt: Serena Williams & Y/N L/N's "Athletes on Athletes"]

"So, Serena. You've had an amazing career in tennis - to me, you are the Greatest of All Time. But what would you say is the one sacrifice that people might not expect you've had to make?"

"I think a lot of people immediately think of family, and having Olympia and Adira. It wasn't easy, and I did have to think at one point - do I want to really win another championship, or do I want to raise my family and be present. But there's also a lot of other sacrifices you make along the way. I've had times where family members were sick and I couldn't visit them, because I was playing a tournament. I think about the friendships I lost, because I didn't have time to invest in them. And there are a lot of the things I couldn't experience with my peers. Of course, I also gained a lot of things by not doing others. It's more so a choice perhaps, a trade-off, than a sacrifice."

"Yeah, I resonate with that a lot. I'm feeling that now with my niece having been born. And I'm so lucky that my sister is willing to plan her wedding around my schedule, which is insane of her but I love it, too. I think having a family isn't really on my mind at the moment - but I would love to be in love. I just think that it's really difficult for anyone to measure up against the love I have for tennis. And so it doesn't necessarily feel like a sacrifice to put that first. Tennis is my first and forever love. I would want a partner to understand that. My biggest nightmare is not being able to play anymore. Only after that comes being alone."

"Yeah. I think it's about perspective and priorities - and those shift over time. You live and breathe tennis, but it's not all that you are. As long as you've got a solid foundation of people around you who lift you up, but who also keep you grounded and can remind you of that, then you're going to be good. You'll land on your feet. That loyalty we feel to tennis, it's the same loyalty you need from your team. And I think that perhaps that's the hardest choice to make sometimes. When you have to say goodbye to someone you've been on a journey with for so long, but they no longer fit."

"I think that's so hard. It's difficult to know when you need the comfort and stability to perform at your best, or when you need to be challenged to perform at a new best. I'm still figuring that out. But a solid group of friends, I have, thankfully."

May 19 - 25, 2025

[Transcript excerpt: McLaren's Teammate Challenge video]

"For this next bit - we will write down the answer we think the other person's going to give."

"So it's not necessarily what I think is the right answer, but what I think Oscar is going to answer."

"Indeed, Lando."

"Alright then. We'll start with a few easy ones. What is my favourite cuisine?"

"Easy indeed, I've written down Italian."

"Well done Osc, that's true. You go next."

"What is my middle name?"

"Pssh. Done. It's Jack. My turn then - who's my celebrity crush?"

"I've gone for Y/N L/N."

"Wrong - I don't have one."

"That's unfair! We all know the ansewr is Y/N. He can't just make up a new celebrity crush."

"Of course I can? She's my actual friend now. Celebrity crushes are for people you admire from a distance."

"And what if you admire them from up close?"

"I think we should go to the next question."

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author's note: well, it's 1:15 AM and officially King's Day in the Netherlands, but wanted to get this up finally as promised! Next part should be up a bit sooner as it's pretty much finished already and involves some big moments and realisations for y/n at the French Open :) :)

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[dodgeballstuckonthegymceiling]

headcanons for Breadhead with a fem reader (whose pronouns go by she/her) who’s secretly a human/fallen angel but she keeps her identity under wraps and disposes any witnesses if her true identity is discovered. Bonus if Breadhead is deeply in love with Fem!Reader and Fem!Reader really loves Breadhead but she’s also afraid of him + his family because they are The Smiling Dead and she knows that if they find out that she’s a human/fallen angel, she’s dead or worse. (She does not know Mel is a human here)

Commissioned by the lovely @zodiacfan32 :D

Breadhead x fallen angel Reader

★ Your fall was not a graceful one. It was violent, a nightmare that you couldn't wake up from. Leaving you broken in more ways than one. And adjusting to life in the Gaslight District was a challenge. The memories of heaven haunted you, and every corner of this new, harsh world seemed more dangerous than the last. 

★ Trust became a foreign concept. Quickly learning that survival meant staying hidden. For years you lived like that. It wasn't great but you survived. Until, one day, you crossed paths with a certain yeast golem.

★ He calls you “birdie” on account of your wings. To him, it’s just a fun nickname you seem to like. To you, it's the most adorable thing ever. Every time he says it you light up a bit.

★ If you mess up and get caught, don't be afraid to ask him for help. He's been making people “disappear” for years now. Taught by the best, too. “Don’t worry, I’ve done this before!"

★ After he killed an angel during the egg heist, you felt a bit unsafe. Keeping your distance for about a day. Breadhead just couldn't figure out what he did wrong. According to him, it “tasted gross" and that, somehow, made you feel better.

★ His family scares you. Their reputation doesn't help much, either. You know what'll happen if you cross the Smiling Dead. Drowned, cemented and killed. Best to stay away from them...

★ You were human once. A long time ago. Before the Gaslight District was built and humans thrived on the earth. Despite everything, you still yearn for those days. Everything was so simple, so easy. You didn't need to watch your back. 

★ Life might be complicated, but with Breadhead in it, things feel a little better. It’s the small, quieter moments that mean the most. Like when he pats your head after saying goodbye.

★ When you let your feelings slip out, and say “Maybe if I weren’t so broken, I wouldn’t have to worry so much.” Breadhead turns his head towards you, frowning gently. He doesn't think before speaking. “Don’t be silly, you’re not that broken.”

[stockyardsyndrome]

I was gonna put this in the tags, but it was getting long, so fuck it, here we go. Just my semi-relevant rambling.

When people ask for languages that are easy to learn, a lot of the time they're looking for a language that is "simple". And yeah, that makes sense, because the idea that some languages are "more simple" (or "more ugly") than others is still such a widespread thing. But the only way that works is if language supremacy and bigotry (racism, ableism, etc) are also still a fundamental part of the public consciousness. So that's upsetting.

I'm about to finish undergrad with a major in linguistics, and the number of times these arguments have apparently had to play out in respected academic spheres is also legitimately distressing. Like, you come into a linguistics class and on day one they tell you: Rule #1: be descriptive, not prescriptive and Rule #2: every natural language is equally complex and valid and no language is better or worse than any other. Because keep in mind, historically people calling another language simpler or less complex than their own were trying to say that the people who spoke that language were less intelligent or civilized (though sometimes they went the opposite way and tried to portray another language as being unnecessarily complicated, but still with the same goal of proving their own language was superior).

So then you read the historical documents of (attempted) linguistics and find some racist nonsense and you think okay, glad we got rid of all that.

And then you read some more modern stuff and find out that no, it's all still here.

Here's a list of shockingly recent bad takes I've come across, from published experts and respected professionals (and some of my classmates), in no particular order (and please if someone who knows more could correct me on stuff I get wrong, that would be great because I'm not digging any of these documents back up just to make sure my nonsense Tumblr rant is 100% accurate)

1. "Creoles (languages that are usually a mix of a European colonizer's language and the languages of the locals or slaves they ruled over) are simpler than the languages they came from" No they really aren't

2. "Creoles are just a version of the lexifier language (usually the European language) than has been simplified enough that the speakers of the substrate languages (usually the non-European languages) can understand it" sir are you perhaps a time traveler from 17th century Europe

3. "Okay maybe creoles aren't simpler, but pidgins are" again, no, also I'm gonna need you to define "pidgin" in a way that doesn't assume unequal levels of complexity and also doesn't rely on "data" collected by slave traders

4. "Sign languages are less-" NO.

5. "-complex because they're just gestures-" who tf do you know that is able to have entire arguments about complex topics like philosophy or biology or whatever entirely through gesture

6. "-and are more basic and universal because they're mostly iconic"  if signs were actually mostly iconic, you would be able to understand sign languages without being taught. Also, being iconic doesn't mean it's not complex, and doesn't mean it's universal. See also: onomatopoeia

7. "That whole idea about all natural languages having equal complexity is just a truism" if that were the case, we wouldn't have to keep having this argument

8. "Equality of language isn't proven" well it sure as shit hasn't been disproven. We have tons of evidence for it, and the only evidence against it comes from racists and religious fanatics, which makes it about as well-proven as the theory of evolution at this point

9. "Certain phonemes are objectively too difficult for an entire population to waste time learning to produce" yes, and those are the phonemes that no language uses. If it's in a natural language, then it's not too hard to produce, it's just hard for you because you didn't learn it as a kid

10. "Certain languages (or aspects of them) are just objectively ugly" so are you, but apparently your mama didn't think you were ugly enough to eradicate. For real though, you might have a couple phonemes or rhythms you just personally find less attractive, but none of them are universal. The rest you've been culturally conditioned to dislike

11. "Information density is potentially a good measure of efficiency" information density is a good measure of information density. Hope this helps

12. "All languages are valid... Except French, hahaha!" *Heavy sigh*

Idk man. I just wish people would stop trying to be bigots about language, because I study language because it's beautiful and intricate (but yes also terrible and will kick you in the nuts) and I love them all.

Also, I would like to join the very-large-fish brigade. Minority languages are cool. Be nice to them. Learn them if you're lucky enough to get a chance.

Here’s how to tell if a language is easy to learn

None of them are easy

They’re all stupid and terrible and will kick you in the nuts

That being said

Languages similar to ones you already speak

Languages you have a lot of motivation to learn

Languages that have a lot of resources and media to watch and/or listen to and/or read

So, if you’re reading this with relative ease (aka you speak English fluently) probably French or Spanish

Do whatever you want though idk

Don’t just choose a language based on how easy it is

Unless that’s what it takes to keep you motivated idk

Go learn Frisian or something

[at4-raxia]

Mark Grayson x Ladybug!reader part3

(If you haven't read them yet I suggest you go check part 1 and part 2 to understand part 3 better)

Before you read: protective Mark, him and the reader are whipped for each other (more like obsessed to some degree), they are also really dumb, the variants want that cookie, suggestive, smut, dubious consent, dry humping, the reader is not okay, kidnapping, threatening, angst (because why not?), and lastly but not least, violence and blood. By the way, this is my first time writing smut so I really hope it came out okay at least, if not, I'm really sorry.

Synopsis: Running, escaping, evading. You do that better than anyone else. It's also the only thing you can do right now when distorted versions of Mark are trying to catch you with the goal to have you for themselves after their version of you bit the dust under different circumstances. While on the battlefield you don't only fight broken men, but yourself as you resist from crumbling under the weight of their words and acts.

("If I were that girl I would dump that guy on the spot" William scoffs while sitting on the counter.

"Did you hear what he just said to her? Like, I could not take that level of disrespect, no matter the guy" he adds before slurping his chocolate milkshake. It's late, the sun is setting and the warm orange hues make the bakery the perfect setting for a date.

Or an evening with your friends.

You're working overtime since your co-worker is sick, but you don't mind, especially when it's not rushing hour and your friends are here.

"The guy is not even that hot." Is your only remark as you rest your weight on the counter, your hand on your face being your only support as you look across the room towards the couple.

Mark—the most subtle out of the three of you—almost snaps his head around to look at the them, now suddenly interested in the conversation.

Because of this, the man notices you and whispers in the woman's ear, now both of them are laughing and you feel the embarrassment creep up.

"Great job Mark, now they think we're weirdos"

"I didn't mean to! I mean—you were also looking! And I was curious."

"Yeah, but turning your head around like an owl was not the way dude" says William, who's now savouring the chocolate cake, with chocolate cream, covered in chocolate and with chocolate sprinkles.

"But back to the topic, he is not bad looking [name], it's just his personality that's garbage"

"well he is not really my type" you answer, not really focused on Will as you clean around a bit.

"Oh, oh! Then what is your type then? What about french men?" There's a teasing tone, and a brow wiggle you don't see.

"I wouldn't know honestly." The response comes out of your mouth like water out of a pitcher, you weren't thinking about the consequences of your slip up when you said the words.

Well, at least until you turned around and saw both of your friends slightly shocked.

"What?" Your brows are furrowed, your confusion is evident.

"You were in the city of love and you didn't, I don't know, date anyone? Fuck anybody? Like girl, why did you even go to Paris at this point". You don't mean to blush, there's nothing to be embarrassed about when you have had your reasons to not make any kind of romantic experience, unlike the men in front of you.

It's meant to be a joke, but you can't help but feel a little ashamed.

"I was busy!" Is the only thing that you can come up with as you raise your voice slightly. Will just laughs as if this was the funniest thing in the world, news flash it's really not.

Especially when Mark is present and is staring at you with an expression you can't decipher.

"Well, there's nothing wrong with being a virgin".

This time Mark is the one that speaks, he is not really looking at you but William can see his half lidded eyes, his downturned eyebrows. At that he can't help but laugh even harder for your dismay. (Of course he is the one who says this, of course there's nothing wrong if you are a virgin. It's not like he deeply cares about whether or not you have had any kind of experience with other men, but the possibility of being your first makes him giddy.)

"Mark is right, the concept of virginity is misogynist anyway". With William's wheezes and Mark's unfocused gaze the conversation comes to an end.

You don't even want to know what that couple is even thinking of the three of you after this)

-

Your arms are tired, your body is aching. For the last few hours you have been straining yourself to try and keep up with this version of Mark, who's not exactly holding back.

"Babe really, I can't believe that you're better than half the guys I've faced. But you don't really need to do all this you know." He is floating in the air with a smirk forever plastered on his face, there are some cuts here and there and some of your blood along with his drips on the ground as he stands with his arms crossed.

"Have I told you already how hot you are in this costume? In my world you wanted to be a superhero too, a shame you didn't have these powers". You have swung him around all day with your yo-yo and you have conjured too many lucky charms to count as you've tried to lose him while on the run, but nothing, this cat and mouse game seemed neverending.

"I'm not your girlfriend or the version of me you know about, so don't call me babe", your voice is firm as you speak, it's tired too but you can't just give up now.

"Of course you're not her, she's dead. You're the upgrade."

You're horrified by the statement that's said so lightly, did this man even love your alternative version in his world?

"What—"

"Hey, hey. Before you say it, of course I loved her, that's why I love you." The words are like some sort of tautology, a statement that's always true no matter what. He says everything with so much confidence because he truly believes in his words.

"Because at the end of the day, no matter what universe, it's still you". He is quick as he reaches out to grab you, you manage to evade him but only by an inch as his hand grazes your skin.

As you conjure your lucky charm a weird device falls on your hands, but when you look at Mark you don't get how this could work against him.

It's not like he is giving you the time to think either.

"In every universe you're the kind hearted girl that sticks with a guy like me", he doesn't stop and you need to jump as he launches himself towards you. This time you're late and before your yo-yo can wrap itself around the last lamppost standing, he grabs your leg and slams you on the ground with enough force to leave you breathless.

"You're [name], you're the girl who loves to bake, the girl who is too nice for her own good". You don't have time to get up as he is immediately on top of you, you try to crawl away from him but it's useless as he just grabs your leg and pulls you back in his possessive embrace.

"The girl that in each universe falls in love with me, there's no exception out there, we're meant to be", the words are whispered in your ear and you suppress a shiver. Your hips are flush against his and you can't even move without bringing yourself closer to him, his eyes are clouded with anticipation and no more self restraints as one hand bruises your hips and the other rests besides your nearly concussed head.

He moves, slowly, tentatively, because he wants to savour this, to unravel you with care after not having you for so long. And you whimper as a jolt of pleasure hits your body, because what could you do if not that?

And he keeps doing this, content for now to just roll his hips against yours.

Your costume is barely any protection as you can feel every inch of him rub against you.

Your ponytails are undone and your hair is let loose creating a halo around you, you don't feel like an angel as you wrap your arms around his back, one of your hands clawing on the material of his suit.

The squelch of the two fibers against each other fills the empty street along with your suppressed moans and his audible ragged groans.

Late at night, in the dark of your room, in the privacy of your walls, you had imagined how Mark would sound, how he would feel as he makes his way inside you.

And this was wrong, tantalising, but wrong.

But you can't do anything about it, or maybe you don't want to do anything about it as your legs lock around his narrow waist almost on autopilot.

You feel dizzy, your cheeks warm and rosy as the hand that was gripping your hip moves to knead your butt. The thread that's keeping you together almost snaps as he keeps his rocking steady, with your little sounds, whimpers, moans and shudders as his only fuel.

He audibly swallows at your blissed out face and then he kisses you. It's messy, it's rough, it's all teeth and tongue, it's him sucking the air out of you like he'd die if he doesn't and it's you—inexperienced—trying to follow his lead. But it's loving, it's passionate, it's everything you had desired from Mark, your Mark.

Like in the romantic novels that you used to read (and that Mark bullied you for), the kiss leaves a string of saliva to connect your mouths.

"I'm so lucky that I got to you first" his breath hitches as he tries to remove your suit, not really knowing where to start since you would need to detransform to actually remove it

"Losers, all of them, fucking hate those assholes, especially your version of myself. All whiny and pathetic, a coward through and through". His inebriated gaze travels your whole body until it reaches your flushed face.

"But he's not here, the coward didn't even check on you personally". There's no one in this little evacuated area, not a civilian, not Eve, not Mark. You're just for his consumption now as he momentarily spits vitriol against your Mark, your dear Mark that is fighting tooth and nail right now.

You hadn't even texted him to reassure him you were okay.

Guilt seeps in as a few tears run down your face and your lip trembles, you don't let a sob run out of you but the face of the man in front of you changes.

(It was late, Mark's parents were already sound asleep but the both of you were still wide awake on the couch. Two blankets were wrapped around you as you're curled against your personal heater.

The movie you had chosen was tragic, not in the "oh no, doomed lovers!" sense, but more in the "I'm gonna make you cry every liquid inside of your body" type of movie.

There was only so much suffering your hormonal fifteen year old self could handle and eventually the dam broke.

.

.

.

"hey, are you crying?"

"Of course I'm crying, didn't you see how that little kid died? And his little friend was there, oh god" you sob as the snot fills your nostrils.

"It's just a movie...it's not even inspired by a real life event, don't cry.." he had never cried easily, probably something viltrumite.

You sniff, more like snort at his attempt to comfort you.

Before you can use your sleeve to wipe your tears, he is using his hands to remove them for you.

"I don't like seeing you cry, even if it's for a stupid movie", he almost cringes at how cliché he sounds. It's not like he can help it anyway when this is the truth, he just hates seeing you cry.

Thinking that maybe this was enough for one night, you rest your head on his chest and mutter something almost inaudible.

"Your movies are stupid".)

"Hey, don't cry, I'm here" it's awkward, it's guilty. His reaction is confused as he doesn't know what ignited your sadness.

Your arms are still wrapped around him as he kisses the tears of sorrow away, in a way that's too sweet for a merciless mass murderer.

The longer you cry, the longer you feel yourself coming back from that haze, because the guilt overpowers your desire, and suddenly you realise that you're still holding tightly your lucky charm.

And you see them, you see the possibilities.

You remember his weakness, the weakness all viltrumites had due to their constitution.

So you press the button on the little device and a sound comes out of it. Sharp, lethal, quick.

The man gasps and the sound he makes is terrifying. Blood oozes out of his nose and ears, it ends on your face and you don't care as you press the device against his ear.

He is trying to move, to choke you, to push your arm away, but he's too weak and with a deranged look that screams vengeance, he passes out on top of you.

Your head falls on the ground since the adrenaline is running out, you rest there with his body on top of you just like lovers would after a night well spent.

The sob that you were holding back before is finally free. You are relieved as you slowly use your last remaining forces to push him away from you, then with shaking legs you search for your yo-yo before making your way to your apartment.

You need to tell others you're okay, you need to tell Mark, you need to help others.

As soon as you enter inside your home through the window you collapse on the ground, your costume vanishes in a puff of pink and sparkles as Tikki gasps and flies towards you.

"[name]!" She's tired too, you've used your miraculous far more than usual. You didn't have a time limit like teenagers, but overusing it is still tiring both on the user and the kwami.

"I'm fine, I'm fine", you reassure her and yourself, "I just need to rest for a few seconds" you breathe through your mouth as your sweaty and hot body is pleased by the coldness of the floor.

"You should eat" you breathe out, "I need you to be in your best shape, or else we're not making it out alive". Tikki frowns at your answer, but gets to work as she thinks about how much time you have left before the man with the mohawk comes back for you.

Feeling a little bit better, a little less dead, you also get to work and you reach for your phone.

You answer various texts even if they're bit online right now: Mark's, Eve's, William's. Even Debbie has tried to reach out to you as you look at the notifications on the phone.

Your parents have tried to call you.

Your face becomes as white as a sheet as you suddenly remember about your parents. You almost feel like puking at the possibility of them being hurt, or even worse, dead. Before you can tell Tikki to transform, you receive a call that makes your fear disappear for a second:

Mom is calling

You have never answered a phone call so fast.

"Mom! Mom.. oh my god" you choke out as tears of relief run down your face. "Are you okay? Where are you?" There's breathing at the other end of the line, your mother doesn't answer as you plead for everything to be alright.

"Mom? Mom, are you okay? Please, tell me something", your fear comes back tenfold, since once again you don't hear either of your parents' voices. Instead you're met with muffled sounds, distorted, but not too far away from the person that is holding the phone. There's rustling, a muffled cry and then finally a chuckle.

It's dark, twisted, but it's Mark's.

"[nameee]", the variant drags your name out of his tongue, almost tasting it, as if he hasn't said in a long time. "Where are you, [name]? You weren't home when I checked. But I got a little surprise for you, you can call it a little gift", he laughs as he moves the phone closer towards your parents. They are gagged, tied up on a chair and a bit roughed up, not too much, but enough to make them alert about his every move.

And they are afraid, so afraid. Because this psycho version of Invincible wants you, their little girl, and you can feel them trembling throughout the call as the both of them choke on the gag.

"See? They are fine, just peachy. But they would be even better if you just told me where you are", there's a hint of frustration in his voice, because why were you not at home waiting for him when he had arrived at your house? He had found your worried parents instead. But he doesn't need to worry, because you always give in to him, especially when it's about your parents.

(And he knows better than anyone how much you love them.)

Your teeth almost shatter, anger consumes you as the bastard on the other side of the call keeps your parents hostage, and for what? So he could have his way with you just like the other passed out viltrumite?

"You bastard!" You scream as your fist clenches tightly enough to draw blood with your nails. "I'll kill you, I swear I'll kill you when I see you".

There's silence on the other line, and then a loud boisterous laugh that makes you seethe, you bite your lip as a way to dissipate some of the rage, but it's useless and now the taste of iron feels your mouth.

"Oh come on dear, don't make me laugh, just tell me where you are right now and I'll come and get you".

"What if you just tell me where you are instead". Tikki has stopped eating, instead she is listening carefully.

"[name]", now he sounds cold, icy, like a man that wants control and demands respect, "I'm not playing around, if you don't tell me where you are right now I will murder your parents, and trust me I've been hitching to do it a second time".

Then you beg, because you need more time, more time to think about something.

"Please, just, just let me come to you, don't hurt them, please". Even if you're pissed, you can't play around with the lives of your parents. It's almost impossible to stay still after this piece of shit has just said that he would gladly kill them again.

From the other line you hear a disturbing sigh, one of pleasure, a sigh that belongs to a beast that is appeased.

"I just love when you beg, you do it so nicely too. A shame I can't see your face". Making a decision is difficult, you could tell him where you are but you're not sure after his revelation that he wouldn't kill them just to see your reaction.

"Do you remember that abandoned factory? The one we always went to when we needed some time away from everyone else?" You do remember it, but that wasn't the purpose of the building for the both of you. You and Mark had found the place after a whole day of exploring the outskirts of the city, but you rarely ever went there.

"I—I thought you were closer to where I am now" you mutter.

You can almost feel the way the expression on the other Mark's face changes, you can view the way the fabric of his mask creases due to his eyebrows furrowing from confusion.

"Where are you [name]?" You can taste the desperation rolling out of him in waves. You don't know if he will buy this, but Mark was never the sharpest tool in the shed compared to you.

"I am sorry, I just—I forgot that I'm not in the USA right now. I just panicked when you said you would kill my parents." You say everything fast, trying to fake being panicked in the best possible way.

"I'm in Paris right now" you say the address of your aunt's old apartment, now empty as she has moved out of it a while ago.

"You need to come get me..".

A beat, a shaky breath as your parents are almost screaming as they understand that you have given up your location.

"You're really lucky that I'm in a good mood today", the phrase almost feels like deja vu as you remember the Mark with the mohawk saying something similar.

"Ah, and wear something nice" he adds, before hanging up.

As soon as the call ends you're in the air suited up and running as fast as you can. You zap from building to building as you hope, no, as you pray, that by some miracle you were going to be faster than him.

Hello! This was fun to write, honestly a roller coaster since I've never written smut before but there's a first time for everything I guess. This was shorter than the other parts since my Easter break is almost over and I need to prepare for a big exam. Anyways thank you for reading and see you next time <3

[teriri-sayes]

Reactions to The Light's Chapter 436

Brief summary: The kids scold Cale and Sui. Clopeh bribes his way in the castle. Sui tells Cale what he saw.

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Continuing last chapter, the kids scolded Cale. 😂

Raon: Human, do you ever think about what other people might feel? Hong: I wonder if you're in a position to say anything. On: Sigh. Cale: ... Sui: Pfft. Cale: ... Raon: Sui Khan-ah. Do you think it's time to laugh? Sui: ... Hong: *pats Sui's leg with his front paw* It's not time to laugh. Sui: ... On: Sigh. Cale: ... Sui: ... On: We're being careful not to get hurt, too. Cale: ... Sui: ... On: You have to know how to take care of yourself. Narrator: At On's continued words, the two were left speechless, and their shoulders slightly hunched.

Sui getting scolded too... 🤣🤣🤣

Cale: *expecting that Clopeh found a way to secretly enter the castle at night (go over the castle walls) and find lodging (steal the house of a resident)* Clopeh: *bribes his way in through the front gate* Clopeh: *also bribes a resident to lend his residence* Cale: … Sui: … On: … Hong: … Raon: Human, what just happened? Cale: *amazed at Clopeh's skills because his allies never worked like that*

AHAHAHAHAHA!!! 🤣🤣🤣 Cale and his group were so used to sneaking around that they didn't expect to simply pass through the main door because of plain bribery. 😂😂😂

The castle guards even gave Clopeh info (Clopeh gave them another bribe, of course) about the night patrols, the castle's servant organization chart, and the location of the heir candidate from Count Lupe's branch family. Once again, Cale was amazed at Clopeh, especially that Clopeh had done all this within two hours.

And when Cale sincerely praised Clopeh's good work, Clopeh was ecstatic. He even volunteered to find information on how to treat Sui's injury, in hopes of getting praised by Cale again. 😂

Sui's injury mysteriously continued to bleed despite the first aid done, so Cale speculated that this must be due to an ability of the enemy. And Cale's reactions to the injury...

And Cale's eyes were also turned upside down. Lee Soo Hyuk and Choi Jung Soo, dead, leaving only Kim Rok Soo behind. When they finally met again, Lee Soo Hyuk had a new body, a young body. But that body was now injured, and wouldn't stop bleeding. Cale's heart was beating harder than he thought it would when he saw his team leader, Sui Khan, smiling with a pale face. -Mmm. Raon whispered to On and Hong. -It looks like my human is going to destroy them all this time! To that, On and Hong nodded their heads in agreement.

Angry Cale... Injured Sui made him recall his trauma of seeing LSH

Sui learned that the GoC cult planned to take over the Demon Realm by spreading the Gray Disease, and then offering a cure for it. But he witnessed the annihilation of a village due to the GoC cult using it as an experimental site on how to spread the Gray Disease. And that was why he got angry and caught the enemy's attention.

The next day, Cale and Clopeh continued their acting as siblings.

Clopeh continued without wiping the smile off his face. “I have plenty of money, and I've brought an endless supply.” And then he added. “I hope I can spend it as I please?” Cale nodded eagerly at Clopeh's words. “Yes! Hyung, just spend it however you want!” “Fufu.” A city of commerce where the lord had disappeared. A place where rules and integrity disappeared and competition and corruption began to overflow. There smiled Clopeh Sekka, who had packed a lot of jewelry and gold, really a lot of jewelry and gold, into his subspace pockets just in case. Cale looked at Clopeh Sekka with sparkling eyes. For the first time in Cale's life, Clopeh felt reassuring. The chaotic Diorel. Suddenly there was a crazy rich man, Clopeh Sekka.

How to get Cale to call you "hyung": Be stinking rich. 🤣🤣🤣

Ending Remarks I'm laughing at happy Clopeh today. 😂 Next chapter would be a continuation of Cale and Clopeh's sibling act. I wonder what Cale is planning.