#also i might’ve killed him for a hot minute there

[dallysnecklace]

“He’s my home”

Dallas Winston x Curtis! Reader

This ended up kinda long. Super fluffy! Dallas. Hope you enjoy! <33

The sun shone through the yellow stained curtains in my room waking me up, along with my brother, Darry.

“Y/n! You and Soda oughta leave in a few, your late already! ”

“I’m up Darry just gimme one sec” I yelled back.

I stumbled out of bed, managing to step on everything sharp on my messy floor.

Shit!

I’m already 5 minutes late.

Somehow I managed to get dressed and make my way to work. Staring out at the glass door of the store connected to the DX, I see a few socs head towards me. I sigh as a I hear the bell ring, signifying their entrance.

“Hey Grease.” The blonde one, Bob, spit. I could smell the disgust coming from his throat. The other three, of which I did not care enough to know their names, stared down on me, attempting to scare me.

“What do you want Bob” I spit back. I wasn’t going to allow the guy that my best friend almost killed to scare me like this. I checked my pocket for my blade, feeling an empty imprint. I must’ve left it somewhere. I couldn’t lose it, Dallas gave me that.

Me and Dallas had always been close. I was the one to initially become friends with him, then introducing him to the gang. My late Mother always loved him, my dad saw him as another son. At first I didn’t know what they saw in him, he was just another hood right? How I was wrong. I started to see the soft, heartfelt side that most didn’t see. He was just a kid after all. Like most cold, hard people he had a past that made him that way. It wasn’t his fault, he just needed someone to talk to.

After my parents died, it felt like he was the only one who could understand how I wanted to be treated. I didn’t want the sympathy and sad looks, I just wanted to talk to someone about it. He understood me, he understood my wants and needs, and my hates. He understood my anger towards the world yet my empathy to those who had it harder than me. I understood his coldness and his hatred of those better off than him, but I also understood his want for someone who cared.

Through this time we became closer, but I started to want more. I haven’t told him, I don’t think I ever will. But, it’s been making me avoid him. I feel bad. But I can’t stand being around him feeling like I am lying about how I feel about him.

“Leave her alone assholes” a disembodied voice said. I looked towards the door, seeing Dallas standing there against the wall, smoking a weed. Fuck, he looked hot. We made eye contact, and he smirked.

The Socs knew about me and Dallas, so they left quickly.

“Next time you won’t get off that easy, doll.” Dallas walked over and looked down at me.

“Yeah, yeah I know. I’m just sick of it, ya dig?” I looked back into his brown eyes.

He seemed out of it for a sec, then snapped back into it, “I dig ya. Look, I’m gonna split and hang out with John, but if you want to meet me at Bucks tonight we can have a few drinks.” He looked away and put out his cigarette with his boot heel.

“You askin me on a date Winston?” I joked.

“Sure, If you want it to be. I’ll see you there.” He smirked seeing my blush after his comment, and sauntered out of the DX. After hearing the Bell ring, I sprinted to Soda, the only one who knew about Dallas.

“Soda holy fucking shit. Did you tell Dallas anything?” He rolled out from under the car he was working on, with a worried yet excited look on his face.

“Don’t get mad at me okay, but I might’ve said something.” I gave him a look. “I know you said not to tell anybody but it’s so obvious you two are supposed to be together how could I not tell him?”

“Soda I’m embarrassed though! I- god im just kinda pissed at you.”

“You won’t be tonight” he winked and smirked.

I hit his shoulder, “OKAY! We are no longer having this conversation!” He laughed and went back under the car, leaving me to my own swimming thoughts.

Finally the work day was over, allowing me to make my way to Bucks.

The red lights infected my vision, as I stepped up to the door, knocking 3 times, stopping on the 4th when the door was swung open by none other than Buck. He looked worse than normal, having scruff running down his neck, with dark circles and tired eyes, he looked as though he’s been staying up for 5 nights straight.

“Hey Curtis. You here for ole Dal?” He said.

“Yeah. You okay man? You look a little, how do I say this? Like you got run over by a truck.”

“Don’t get wise kid, Dal has been keeping me up for a few nights, wanting to talk about shit. It’s cool” He winked at me.

“Okay whatever, I’ll see you later Buck.” I looked at him as I started up the stairs. Luckily there was no party tonight.

“See you tomorrow!” He chuckled as I made my way to Dal’s door.

It seems like everyone is in on something but me.

I walked in and Dallas was sitting on his rusty bed, playing with my switch. He looked up at me in the door way, and sat up on the edge of his bed.

“You forgot your switch last week” he stated.

“Ya, im sorry I know I should have it on me.” I rubbed the back of my neck.

“I just get worried. The socs seem to not care if your a girl anymore. I want you to be safe.” He said, still looking at the ground.

“I said I’m sorry Dal, now what’s wrong? I thought we were gonna get drinks?” I sat next to him, and the bed creaked as my weight sunk onto his shitty mattress

“Look Soda told me something the other day, and just, I want to know if he was being serious.” He looked away. He still hasn’t made eye contact with with at all. Did I do something wrong?

“Well what did he say”

“He said that you might feel more for me than what your letting on. And I know you’ve been avoiding me and shit, is this why?” Finally he made eye contact with me. He had a completely stone cold face on, not letting me know anything about his opinion on the topic.

“I didnt really want to tell you like this, but I guess yeah. I’m sorry, look I’ll- I’ll just leave okay? Bye.”

I started to stand up from his bed but he grabbed my wrist and guided me back down to his bed.

He looked in to my eyes, and in his I saw his conflicting feelings. He let the angel on his shoulder take over, and leaned in slowly to me. His hands found its way to my cheek and waist, pulling me closer to him. I had never felt anything this real and electrifying in my life. I put my left hand on his neck, and other touching his hand on my waist. He was cold, he always had cold hands, and bucks was always freezing. Yet, I was was completely hot.

“Is this okay?” He whispered, and I felt his hot breath on my lips. He smelled like firewood and Italian leather.

I nodded. He leaned closer and I felt his lips sink softly against mine. I closed my eyes and just let myself sink into this moment, along with my lips into his. His lips were soft, and plump. And damn, was he a good kisser.

He pulled away, but kept his hand on my waist, having his other hand travel to hold my hand.

I couldn’t help the smile escape from my lips, seeing his hold a genuine wide smile. I giggled and then looked away, but moved in to melt my body against his. He was warm now, unlike before the kiss.

“Dallas?” I looked up at him.

“Yeah sweetheart?” He looked down at me too.

“What does this mean?” I looked into his eyes.

His eyes searched mine for a second, and then they found what they were looking for.

“It means your my girl and I’m your guy. If you want, I mean-“ I cut him off

“I like that” I smiled at him, and started to lean in again.

Our lips once again met, but had less delicacy to them. More love, more haphazard likeness for the other. This was longer, and more passionate. I pulled away from him this time, “I’m happy I can do this now” I stated.

“Me too doll, me too. Look don’t take this the wrong way but do you wanna stay the night? It’s already late and I don’t want Darry to yell at ya.”

I laughed, “yeah, Dallas I’ll stay the night.”

He let a ghost of a true smile land on his lips, “okay good because I already told Buck you would.” I smirked at him.

Soon enough I was changed into one of Dallas’ shirts, and we were laying in his bed just talking. My head was on his bare chest, with my hand holding his. His other hand was massaging my hip and thigh, with tender and loving touch.

“Dallas.” He looked down at me, “how long did you know?”

“Soda told me a few days ago. He was the one to actually convince me to tell you aswell. Buck was kinda a part of it, I feel bad for the guy I’ve been up the past few nights talking to him about it”

“ahh, so that explains why buck looks shit” I laughed slightly.

He smiled, “yeah. Man, I didn’t even keep him up that long. He needs a fucking sleep schedule like a baby.”

He kept talking to me about something, but I was falling asleep. As my eyes shuttered closed, and I started to falling into the land of dreams, I heard Dallas whisper,

“I really think I love you darling”

“I’m in love with you too Dallas Tucker Winston”

The next morning, we woke up, went downstairs and of course Buck had to say “I told you so Curits!” As we left.

Dallas pulled up to my house, and walked in the front door with me. I stopped in front of the door.

“What if he’s pissed Dallas? Darry is so going to yell at me.”

He looked down at me, and kissed my forehead.

“Everything will be okay love.”

I walked in, and the gang all took a second glance and me and Dallas’ connected hands. They knew this was coming.

I walked into the kitchen, and Darry stood there, clearly disappointed but not to the yelling point.

“Y/n do even need to ask why you didn’t tell me you weren’t at home last night. Your never home anyways, always with Dallas. I understand your close with him but your never here!” He looked at me and Dallas’ hands, and something registered in his head.

Before Darry could say anything, I stepped in, “But Darry, Dad and Mom always told us that home is sometimes people. I love Dallas. He’s my home. You and Soda and Pony will always be my home, but I have another. I love you so much. And I’m sorry, but sometimes I get a little homesick all right?”

Darry looked at me once again, than at Dallas.

“Look Dallas, Mom and Dad always wanted you to stay here anyways, so why don’t you. So she can be with her home.” As he said home he quoted it.

I rolled my eyes, but couldn’t help but smile so wide and look at Dallas, I’ve always wanted to find him a better place than Bucks.

“You’ll take pony’s room, he’s basically sharing with Soda anyway. Just treat my baby sister right and we won’t have a problem, will we Winston?”

“Nah man” Dallas was still looking back at me, and I know he always will be.

[cybernecromancer365]

I definitely did not just finish season 3, all 60 episodes of La Reina Del Sur in 5 days......

Not proud...but it was hella worth it.

That said...there will most DEFINITELY be a La Reina Del Sur 4. With an ending like that...there has to be. I think the song at the end "La Nave Del Olvido", is proof that the story is not over. Teresa and Sofia have to reunite (For like...the 5th time lol), and Oleg needs to know Teresa is alive. He needs her in his arms again (especially after he--accidently--killed her 😬😵). (I might’ve written a short fanfic for them)

Her gunshot wound might terrify him though (He freaks out everytime she gets injured, it's kinda cute).

About that revival scene...it KILLLLED ME.

Damn, it was the most intense revival scene I've ever seen on tv. I went through a ROLLERCOASTER of emotions in 7 minutes (before the title credits even started y'all lol). The "Oh Shit" look on Oleg's face when he reaches the ambulance and sees her flatlining...I felt that.

And MASSIVE KUDOS to Kate for really acting this scene so well. She looked hella dead y'all.

Kate Del Castillo has found the role she was born to play, and it's so beautiful 😭 I remember watching her on screen many years ago but NEVER thought I'd see her do a show like this.

I hope (I know) she'll give us at least one more season. I LOVE her Teresa Mendoza. She's gritty, sexy, hot, compassionate, funny, dangerous, scary, crazy, loving, masculine, feminine, and even more. Kate portrays each so perfectly. There were times I forgot that her character was actually a drug lord. She's so complex...and it's awesome.

My two-cent predictions for Season 4:

-Teresa Mendoza rises to riches but also gets further sucked into her dangerous life. This causes tension between her and everyone around her, everyone she loves. More people will die.

-Oleg and Teresa's relationship will grow but also break because he wants her safe but she can't leave the life behind.

-Sofia will get hurt and Teresa will lose it.

Anyway, thanks for putting up with these long posts. I love this show, and really hope more people start to watch it.

La Reina will return...

[shinonometrash]

The Kitten

Court of Darkness Fan Fiction - Short Story

Rating: General

Main Characters: MC, Lance Ira

You’re out on a field trip when you find a baby kitten! Wait-, why is Lance carrying around a blanket in this hot weather? Where did that kitten formula come from??

(This is the expanded version of an excerpt from Chapter 4 of my Jasper Lane - Reimagined fic! It got too long for the chapter when I was originally writing it, so I had to shorten it. (Also, I couldn’t have MC just ditch Jasper for Lance four chapters in...) But I didn’t want to deprive the internet of any fluff Lance content, so I decided to expand it a bit and make it its own fic!)

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We head to the lake where Roy will be conducting his lesson on the relationship between Magical Theory and nature.

Before the official lesson begins, we’re given a thirty minute break to wander around and eat the dinners provided to us.

???: -eowwww!!!

As I'm eating, I notice a strange noise coming from a bush.

(Hm? What's that sound?)

???: -eowwww!!! Meeowww!!

I go to investigate the sound and stumble upon a very tiny kitten sitting next to a bush, crying loudly.

Kitten: Meowwwwwww!! Meowwwww!

MC: Oh no, are you lost? Where's your mommy at?

The kitten is clearly very distressed as its cries get even louder.

Kitten: Meowww!! Meowwwww! Meowwwwwww!

(What should I do??)

I glance around, but see no signs of a mother cat nor any other kittens.

I'm debating on whether I should call Toa or Roy over when somebody appears behind me.

???: Move. Let me see.

MC: Wha-

I half move and half get shoved out of the way. When I look to see who it is--

MC: Wait, Lance??

(Isn’t this the guy who told Toa to shut it earlier? What is he doing over here?)

Lance: A kitten, is it?

Locating the kitten, he gets down on his knees next to the bush.

MC: Wait, just stay here, don't touch it. I'm going to go get Toa.

Lance: No need.

Wasting no time, he pulls a magnifying glass out of his bag.

(Huh? What's he gonna do…?)

He scoops up the kitten and uses the magnifying glass to examine it.

The kitten’s cries get louder and it starts squirming.

MC: Hey, be careful-!

Lance: I know, I know, just let me look you over first…

(Whoa…)

At first I was worried he might be accidentally hurting the kitten, but now I realize he's actually being extremely gentle as he talks to the kitten in a soft voice.

Lance: Good. Doesn’t seem to be any open wounds or visible injuries. Definitely on the underweight side, though. Looks like he hasn’t eaten for a bit.

Kitten: Meowwww!!

Lance: Yeah, you’re hungry, aren’t you buddy?

Kitten: Meow!

MC: Oh, I was in the middle of eating when I came over here, so I think I've still got some chicken left…?

Lance: Ah, no, it's too young for that...this little one should still be nursing from its mom.

MC: Then should we just leave it and wait for its mom to come back?

Lance: If the kitten has gone this long without being fed, I don't think she is coming back.

MC: What do you think happened??

Lance: A lot of things could've happened…maybe something happened to the mother, or the little guy wandered too far from home...he seems like a runt, so the mom might've even abandoned him…

MC: Oh my gosh that's so sad! Why would a mother abandon her own baby??

Lance: It happens sometimes. More importantly, we need to get some food in him soon. At this age they're supposed to be getting fed every three to four hours.

MC: We can get a saucer of milk for it when we get back to the academy then?

Lance looks at me with an expression that could only be described as some sort of horrified scowl.

Lance: What? No. Are you trying to kill the thing?

MC: Huh? But you said it needs milk…

Lance: Yeah. From a cat.

Lance: Unless this looks like a baby cow to you?

He holds the tiny fluff ball in front of my face for emphasis.

Kitten: Meow?

MC: I've always given Robin milk since he was a kitten, though...

Lance: Cow’s milk isn't very good for any cats, it can hurt their stomachs.

Lance: Plus, it doesn't have the right nutrition for kittens to be a suitable replacement.

(He sure seems to know a lot about this.)

MC: Then what are we supposed to do?

Lance: Give me a moment…

Carefully holding the kitten against his chest with one hand, Lance opens his bag again and pulls out a blanket to put on the ground.

(Why does he have a blanket in his bag? Isn't it kinda hot out right now…?)

Lance: Watch to make sure he doesn't try to wander off anywhere. He's pretty weak right now, so he shouldn't, but...

He sets the kitten down on the blanket and then starts rummaging through his bag.

After a moment, he pulls out a jar with some sort of white powder, along with a tiny bottle.

MC: What’s that?

Lance: Kitten milk replacement.

MC: ???

(Why does he just have kitten formula in his bag…???)

He adds a small scoop of the powder into the tiny bottle and then looks up at me.

Lance: Is that water?

MC: Yeah, but, I've only got like two sips left...

Lance: Give it to me.

(That’s all the water I brought to drink, though!)

MC: Did you not bring any of your own water?

Lance: I did, but…

MC: But what?

Lance: I gave the rest of it to a stray dog earlier.

MC: C-Can’t you just use some of the lake water from over there?

Lance: You want me to give this baby kitten lake water?

MC: I mean…that’s what it’d be drinking from normally…so it should be safe, right?

Lance: Alright, great idea.

MC: Okay cool then I’ll go and-

He pours what’s left of my water into the tiny bottle and hands me back my (now empty) water bottle.

Lance: You can refill your bottle with lake water.

MC: …

(Well I guess we don't have that much longer anyway…)

Lance: Alright, latch on to the bottle now, won't you?

Lance: I know…it's different from what you're used to, but you can do it…

Lance: There you go, that's it. Good.

After a bit of struggling, the baby kitten starts drinking from the bottle.

He watches the kitten with an incredibly soft expression, a big smile across his face.

(BRB, swooning.)

Once the baby kitten has had its fill of milk, Lance puts the bottle back in his bag before immediately returning his attention to the baby kitten.

Lance: Haha, that's better, now isn't it?

He gently strokes along the kitten’s tiny back with two fingers.

(Oh my god, this is way too precious. Help.)

MC: So, umm…

Fighting the strong urge to squeal, I try to start a conversation.

MC: D-Do you just carry around stuff like that all the time…?

Lance: It’s baby animal season right now and it's not uncommon to find hurt animals around this area…

Lance pulls a small foldable carrier out of his bag and stuffs it with towels.

I peek into his bag and see a multitude of different first aid items and animal foods.

(Oh my god, he really doesn't have any school supplies in that bag at all!)

Lance: Well, I’ll be taking this little one into my care now.

He bundles up the kitten into the carrier and starts walking off.

MC: Wait! What about the lesson?!

Lance: Not important, don't care.

Kitten: Meow!

MC: Shouldn’t you at least let Roy or Toa know??

MC: ???

(Is the only reason he came here is in case there was a hurt animal??)

I watch as he walks away, feeling equal parts charmed and confused.

The whole “bad boy with a gentle side” was never really my thing, but I think I might be reconsidering that now.

(Although, truthfully, I have the sneaking suspicion that the “bad boy” part of him is in appearance only…)

The end.

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[booksandstuff123]

Raced through this book in a day for a book club, and have been thinking on journaling on general media thoughts for a minute, so here’s my brain dump - full spoilers ahead!

- I felt early on that the father wasn’t the real killer and was being framed, but dismissed it as we got more of Chloe’s insistence to herself that she had seen him in the yard with the shovel, had been watching Lena at the fair, etc. 

- In that mindset though, it seemed almost too obvious that Daniel was the present killer, maybe the son of the original killer who got away? He’s too perfect, but always emerging from the darkness - of the surprise party, in the bedroom, waiting in the dark house, Chloe likens his hands pulling her protectively into the dark of the woods. There’s too on-the-nose descriptions of him wiping tomato juice off of a kitchen knife, or the last bit of red wine off the bottle. Until the end, it made me feel like how Chloe must feel, knowing there’s this certain danger in the dark, always watching, but knowing it’s too close to her heart for her to discover it until it’s too late.

- With the twist of it being Cooper, and through him Tyler, it really punched through what male “protectiveness” is supposed to look like. Daniel was actually a good protector - he saved his sister, he knew Cooper was the danger, he added the protective cloak of the security system right away, he moved quickly to add a cloak of marriage - but he was so used to hiding his protection that it was fully undermined at every step. If he had gone to the police, or told Chloe the truth about his and her families, things might’ve turned out okay. 

The male institutions that were supposed to protect her also failed - the police/detective specifically and the media, both in the articles previously written about her and literally as Tyler. 

And her dad protected Cooper, and Cooper protected Tyler, and Daniel protected his sister, to varying effects. Bert couldn’t protect Lena, despite working in the protection/alarm business, and is a danger to Chloe despite Daniel’s best intentions.

The theme of female protectiveness is more positive as a whole I think? Chloe is finally able to break the system of women covering for the secrets of the men in their life when she shoots Tyler and drugs Cooper. Her mom hides her dad’s/Coopers secret at the cost of suicide attempt, Daniel’s mom tolerates her abuse but is very open about it to Chloe, the mothers of the missing girls are the strong voice (vs husbands breaking down) living only in the “what is helpful now” present. At the end, the sister is “protecting” Daniel. All of this, of course, is set against the vulnerability of the girls who have gone missing, with only Lena having any agency by knowing and playing with the danger.

- Still trying to figure out the relationships with alcohol and pills. Chloe drinks wine often, and sometimes with pills (usually accidentally?) but there’s also physically uncomfortable descriptions of taking the pills dry. Her and Cooper both drink wine, Daniel’s dad drinks too much whiskey and it’s a measure of how angry he’s going to be, and Chloe’s dad only nurses a beer on a hot day - not to mention the fairground scene of Cooper, Lena, and Chloe drinking vodka. Chloe describes the pills as a mental safety net - she tells the one patient the knowledge of it being there is the useful part - and the drawer in her office is the ultimate mental safe space for her. But then she sneaks the pills into Cooper’s wine, and it’s his downfall. Diazepam is mentioned in her drawer, and is also what is used to drug the girls in the present.

- Control is another central theme. Cooper having control over the women he killed and Tyler. Chloe struggling to control her narratives, not wanting to give up the box at the police station, trying to psychology her own thoughts, when she is able to choose using pills vs when they are used against her/mixed with alcohol without her intending to. Their mom trying to take control by committing suicide, but instead losing all of her agency (tapping as communication/agency vs Chloe’s tapping for nervousness?). 

Overall a great read, 8/10

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i am so sorry it’s taken me this long to write this! thank you for requesting this, i hope you like it! :)

Glad To Be Wrong

luke skywalker x sith! reader

she/her pronouns

TW: some mentions of violence

requested by @oyasumimosura

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Y/n’s temple was throbbing; leaning against the wall in the shadows, she battled to gain control of her breathing. She had no idea who he was, or what he wanted, all she knew is he was trying to kill her. He matched her skill, and so this battle had gone on longer than she had hoped. Adrenaline coursed through her veins, preventing Y/n’s body from totally collapsing. She was tired, she felt it, but she could not know rest until she was free from her attacker.

She felt a shift in the force and managed to bring up her red lightsaber just in time to clash with the green one coming down at her. Pushing the hot, vibrating sword away from herself, Y/n ducked and managed to get behind the mysterious man. Time slowed as they two circled each other, each waiting for the next move.

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Really? Considering you attacked me, it’s kind of hard to believe that.”

“I know who you are and what you stand for, I can’t allow it.”

“You have no idea who I am.”

With that, Y/n lunged towards her opponent, slashing down at his torso. He blocked it, deflecting her attacks as she moved closer. When their sabers locked again, the two were so close they could see each other’s faces. Y/n could see the sign of faded scars on the man’s face, the freckles spotting his nose, and just how blue his eyes were. If he wasn’t trying to kill her, Y/n might’ve thought him beautiful.

He threw her back, and as she tried to gain her footing, the edge of the building hit her legs, sending Y/n over the edge. Only, instead of falling to her death, she stayed in place, frozen in the air. Looking around, she saw the mysterious man holding out his hand, using the force to stop her from falling.

“Again, I don’t want to hurt you. If you give up now, give up your ways, I can offer you a life.”

Y/n’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “How can you ask me that? Innocent people are getting hurt, and I need to protect them. If I don’t stop hunting those who maim and murder, then who will?”

Now it was the man’s turn to be confused. “Wait, you’re… hunting the Siths? While you are one?”

“I am a Sith, but I’m not like them. I don’t want innocent people to get hurt, but the jedi ways wouldn’t give me the freedom to do what I need to do. So I became a Sith to stop those who want to burn every world down.”

Carefully the man lowered Y/n to the ground, her words processing in his head. “Then perhaps you and I aren’t all different.” He held out his hand in peace, offering it for a shake. “The name is Luke Skywalker.”

Cautiously Y/n took the outstretched hand. “Y/n Y/l/n.”

“Y/n, I am sorry I assumed, it was wrong of me. The truth is we both want the same things. I have also been hunting those dark Siths so that the galaxy could know peace and safety again. I think we could do that if we worked together.”

For a moment Y/n considered this; this man, Luke, was trying to kill her a few seconds ago. Everything about the situation said to not trust him; yet still something inside of Y/n said to go for it and take a chance on this stranger.

“Let’s go bring some peace.”

———————————————————————

“Annie Skywalker, come inside! It’s time for dinner!”

“Just a minute mom!”

Letting out a sigh of exasperation, Y/n felt her husband come up behind her and kiss her cheek. Luke wrapped his arms around his wife’s waist and rested his head on her shoulder.

“What’s wrong love?”

“Your daughter has decided to be independent.”

Luke followed Y/n’s gaze to their daughter happily playing in the grass outside. “I’ll go talk to her.” With another kiss, Luke went out the door to follow his word.

In the meantime, Y/n went to go check on their baby son in his cradle. His eyes sleepily blinked at his mother as she carefully picked him up and held him close. Baby Leo Han Skywalker was the newest addition to the family, and everyone’s pride and joy. Y/n just swayed back and forth, humming softly to her son while she waited for his father and sister to come inside.

Teaming up with Luke had been the best decision Y/n would ever make; the two went out and defeated those dark Siths that hunted innocent souls. Along the way, Luke showed Y/n his new way of the Jedi, allowing her to get in touch with her emotions and express herself. Those emotions surprisingly included love towards Luke, and it didn’t take long for them both to express it. For years they grew together, until finally they decided they wanted to settle down and get married to spend the rest of their lives together. Annie and Leo Skywalker had soon joined the little family, and soon what once started as two people in a conflict became a home full of love and joy.

“We have defeated the monster and are ready to devour!”

Y/n turned and saw her husband coming in with their daughter hanging off of his back, laughing with pure glee. All four of them gathered at the table, hungry and ready to eat. As the family sat together, Annie related all of her adventures to her little brother as Leo sat in his high chair, taking paused here or there to take a bite of her food.

Watching the scene before them, Luke reached out and interlaced his fingers with Y/n’s. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For giving me the greatest life I ever could’ve imagined. And for blessing me with your love.”

A smile spread across Y/n’s face, and she leaned over to kiss her husband. “Always and forever my love.”

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Behind Your Eyes

Jake Kiszka x reader, ememies to lovers. 

Warnings for this chapter - drinking, cursing, angst, tension, slight violence, fighting, smoking, 18+ language/content.

Chapter 3, Shaken, Not Stirred.

(To read the previous two chapters, click here: Behind Your Eyes, Masterpost)

For the last half hour or so, you’ve been sitting on your front porch with some hot tea, trying to collect your thoughts. Green tea usually helped calm your mind when it was going a mile a minute. You watched as darkness took over the sky above you. It felt like something out of a cringy romance novel. There you were, sitting on a rocking chair on your porch with a mug in hand, lost in thought. A lantern sat on the table beside the old wooden rocking chair, illuminating some of the space around you.

It was all– too much, you thought. The dramatics. The “what ifs”.  When really it should be simple. Why go where you’re not wanted?

The universe must hear your thoughts, because you're granted a little bit of peace as the slightly chilled wind brushes against your warm cheeks. The heat that overtook your body when Jake was here finally started to simmer down.

Still, you decide it's best to call Josh and cancel for tonight. You’ll just tell him that you feel “off” and that you’ll go next time.

Of course, you feel terrible for canceling on Josh, but you also feel that it’s for the best.

Being in the same room as someone who hated you- and adding alcohol to the mix- didn’t really sound like your ideal night out.

Even though your decision seemed valid enough to you, a sense of dread sets in as you pick up your phone to call Josh. The last thing you ever wanted to do was disappoint him. You know he’ll have fun tonight regardless, but you hated breaking promises.

Josh answered almost immediately with “Hey, are you on your way? I wanna know when I should order the Uber.”

“Hey Josh, um, I’m really sorry, but I'm not feeling up to going out tonight. I just– I think it’s best if I sit this one out and catch up with you for that hangover breakfast you’re gonna need tomorrow morning.”

“Wait, what! Why?! You told me you were gonna come out tonight, pleeeease don’t bail on me. I want you here. It’s always more fun when you’re here.” As he spoke he made sure to drag out every single syllable. A flair for the dramatic.

“Josh I– I think when Jake’s around it’s best if I stay back. I don’t want to cause any trouble or tension for anyone in the group.” Your voice is low–weak, you’re not completely sure how to word it. It’s Josh’s twin that you’re talking about, and you weren’t trying to cross any unspoken boundaries by speaking negatively of him, but it’s hard to get Josh to understand without giving him a bit of an idea.

“Did he say something to you?” His tone was flat and lacked any real emotion. Almost as if he didn’t need to think about it, he already had an idea of what Jake said to you.

“No Josh it’s—” you let out a long breathy sigh before continuing, “really, I-It’s me. I just want to avoid unnecessary conflict.”

“Lovie… you know better than anyone that I can tell when you’re lying to me. Tell me the truth.”

“Ughh… Josh, I really don’t want to make this out to be a bigger deal than it is. But um…yeah– he uhh, he might’ve stopped by about a half hour ago. He asked me to– he asked me to give him and his girlfriend… space. Which is fine but– if me being there is going to cause an issue, I'd rather avoid it all together.”

“Oh. I am going to kill him.”

“Josh, really, please… I don’t want to cause any more trouble. Please don’t say anything.” Pathetic couldn’t even begin to describe the way you sound but… the thought of Josh bringing this up to Jake made you feel… embarrassed. You really didn’t want Jake to know how much of an effect he had on you. You’d rather him think that you moved on and put him behind you, like you said you would.  He’d probably make fun of you for caring this much.

“Listen… you are wanted here. Sam, Ronnie and I are really looking forward to seeing you. Don’t let that idiot stop you from having a good time. You have every right to be here, just as much as he does–”  There’s a sizable pause before Josh decides to carry on with his stream of thoughts. Josh was talking fast–too fast. You know him well enough to sense that it’s best not to interrupt just yet, because he’s probably sitting on the other end of the phone thinking about what he wants to say, and the best way to say it. Even though he was full of energy, and tended to get carried away while he was excited, he knew how to center himself.

You can picture his mannerisms almost perfectly in your head. You imagine that he’s completely zoned out with his thumb tracing over his bottom lip, taking a deep breath to reset his mind.

After a deep breath, he continues where he left off, just like you thought.

– “Just stick with us, he doesn't usually hang around us too long after ordering his drinks anyway. Just because he doesn’t want to resolve anything with you, doesn’t mean that you should let him get what he wants by completely removing yourself from the situation. It only tells him that he can continue to act this way. And frankly, I’m tired of it. Show him you’re not going to let his bullshit bother you. Come out with us like you said you would.”

Needless to say, another 5 minutes and Josh talked you into going.

You’re not surprised, you could never really say no to Josh.

******

It’s nearing 10:30pm as you walk into one of the local bars that you and the Kiszka siblings frequented over the years.

All the nerves that settled down after talking to Josh came rushing back right as your eyes found Jake and his girlfriend at the bar. His girlfriend was starting up a conversation with an older guy sitting to their left. Jake was wearing a shy looking smile that stretched across his entire face. The very tops of his cheeks were a bit rosy and his gaze was casted toward the ground. The guy must be a fan of their music.

Their band used to attract a mostly older audience, but now that they’re getting more traction on social media, their fan base is expanding. Still, it was a regular occurrence that an older looking “rock dad” would stop them to ask them about their music, and if they “meant to rip off Led Zeppelin.” Which– was incredibly annoying to you. The boys worked so hard. Even though you weren’t the biggest fan of Jake, this was his dream that he put so much time and effort into.

All music is inspired by something. That's how art tends to work. So that narrative always irritated you.

Over the years you joined the boys on tour a couple of times. A few fans teased you by calling you “nothing but a groupie”. You didn’t mind it though, you and the boys know the truth, and that’s what mattered to you. You were there to do nothing but support them and watch as they lived out their wildest dreams. You’ve seen them through it all, and you were so proud.

However, because you’ve been there with them since the start, sometimes you forget that they’re “famous”. It was so weird to think of your friends that way.

Sam taps you on the shoulder to get your attention, which snaps you out of your thoughts abruptly. You hadn’t even realized that you started to dissociate right there in the middle of a crowded bar.

“Ok Jake, we get it, you’re a dreamer, but let's go grab that open table over there before someone else does” Sam says to you as he huffs out a laugh through his nose. Sam loved to try and push your buttons by claiming that you and Jake are very alike– which you’re not. Sam just has that “younger brother energy.” He loved to mess around and tease people– almost relentlessly sometimes.

You didn’t hate him for it though, you just preferred it when he was focused on anyone but you and Jake. Normally, you found Sam funny. He was able to turn your tears into laughter, many times.

*

You, Sam, Josh and Ronnie claimed the high top table that wasn’t too far from the bar. Josh volunteered to grab the first round for everyone so you guys didn’t lose your spot.

Josh placed a gentle hand on your shoulder and spoke close to your ear, since it was so loud you could barely hear yourself think, “hey, wanna come with me, help me carry the drinks?”

You looked up toward the bar to see if Jake was still there and as you do, you realize that he’s already looking at you. He was leaning against the bar with his body facing his girlfriend but his face turned toward you. The way he was looking at you told you that he was angry, his eyes on yours felt intense, more than they usually did. His girlfriend was distracted by the bartender, you could tell that she was trying to yell her drink order at him but he still couldn’t hear her.

You kept your eyes locked on Jakes in order to show him that you were there to stay, and he couldn’t scare you away– attempting to take Josh’s advice. But it wasn’t working. You were getting more and more anxious by the second.

Everything about him seemed intimidating. He was wearing a black leather jacket, a black button up underneath it, tight black jeans and black chelsea’s to match– which you’re surprised that Sam hasn’t teased you for yet, since your outfits are incredibly similar tonight.

You both tended to wear a lot of jewelry as well. He had almost all of the buttons to his shirt undone, so you could see the long, pirate-like necklaces that sat upon his sun-kissed torso. There were a few rings on his fingers and one cream colored bracelet on his wrist. Again, you had something similar, a few dainty rings on each hand and two long crystal necklaces, except they sat upon your tight black dress, and not your bare torso.

The front you were putting up was slowly falling away, piece by piece. His eyes were vicious, mean, and way too aggressive for you to handle right now. You couldn’t bear the unnecessary tension any longer, so you finally fixed your gaze on something else in the room. Making you the “loser” of this little game you two were playing.

You’re ashamed to admit it but– it felt like you failed. That you allowed him to overpower you, yet again. But you decide that you’re not going to let it bother you as much this time. Instead you’re going to have fun with your friends and forget about your problems- at least for tonight. Jake could choke on his rum for all you cared.

When you look back at Josh he gives you a sympathetic smile and grabs your hand to eagerly usher you toward the bar.

“Your usual tonight?” Josh asked you.

“Hmmm… no. I wanna change it up. I wanna have what Sam is having.” you sounded way too enthusiastic but you didn’t have a shred of a care.

“Tequila?” his eyebrows perk up, questioning you as if he heard you wrong. You aren’t that big of a drinker, you usually went for something with way less alcohol content than the boys did, and that was enough for you. You enjoyed a comfortable buzz rather than blacking out or making a fool of yourself.

“Tequila.” you confirmed.

“Well okay, whatever you say! I can’t wait to see you try and get that down though–” he says as he huffs out a laugh. “I’d be willing to bet fifty bucks that you spit it out or can’t even get it past your lips, let alone take a full shot. But, hey, if you wanna change things up, by all means!”

Josh uses your lack of a response as an opportunity to guide you closer to the bar top, putting you right next to Jake but on the opposite side of his girlfriend.

With obvious apprehension behind your tone, you question, “Uh Josh… do you think we can switch spots?!”

He doesn’t reply, he just smirks.

“Josh. What are you doing? Are you trying to cause trouble?” you tried to say it so only he could hear, your words coming out breathlessly.

He leans in close to whisper in your ear “if you wanna show him that you’re not scared, then you’ve got to at least pretend darling.” he pulls a way and shoots you a menacing wink.

Josh was right… This was the perfect way to show Jake that he can’t dictate where you go and who you hang out with– but it didn’t feel right. It didn’t feel natural. This isn't how you typically navigated your issues… “head on” wasn’t exactly your style. More like “hide and pretend it doesn’t exist.”

The bar was so crowded that your side is pressed up against Jake's back. He was still facing his girlfriend and didn’t bother to turn to greet you or even Josh for that matter.

It might just be your mind playing tricks on you but… you swear that you could feel the heat radiating off of Jake's body. You’re trying not to look his way or pay him any mind but it’s becoming damn near impossible.

Finally, the bartender walks over to you and asks you for your order.

“Two shots of tequila,” you tell him.

At that moment, Jake decides to turn his body so that he is facing forward again. He looks as if he’s studying the bottles of liquor on the wall, but you had a feeling that was just for show.

In actuality, you assume he’s getting ready to tell you off and you were a sitting duck, waiting for your punishment.

He shifted a bit so that he was almost facing you, but he still hasn’t made eye contact.

His perfectly straight teeth bit into his bottom lip angrily, making it look as if he was holding back from saying what he really wanted to say.  

The ring that sat on his pointer finger tapped against the bar a few times before he leaned into you a bit more, hoping that you’d be the only one to hear him when he finally spoke up.

As he does, it’s close to your ear and through gritted teeth “What exactly do you think you’re doing right now? What are you trying to pull here?” After he moved away from your ear, you noticed that his jaw was tightly clenched and he was looking down at you, which made you feel small.

Instead of giving him the satisfaction of a reply, you take the two shots of tequila in front of you back to back, without a hint of hesitation. That trademark burn that tequila left behind doesn’t hit you until after you finish your second shot. So you slam the shot glass on the bar top and turn to face Josh in order to hide the wimpy face you were pulling from Jake.

“Wow lovie, I didn’t think you had it in ya, I gotta admit.” Josh says with a hint of a cheeky smile on his face. “D’you want to order another drink to take back to the table with you?”

“Can you order me vodka cranberry? The bartender can’t hear me but he can hear your loud ass voice from miles away.”

“Ohhh the tequila’s already kicking huh? She’s a snappy drunk I see.” Josh was only joking but he wasn’t wrong. You could feel the irritation that Jake caused you coursing through your veins.

Since you weren’t used to anything as strong as tequila, you feel a slight buzz almost immediately. You wanted to chase that feeling, anything to get you to stop being such a scared little bitch.

You either wanted the confidence boost, or the blissful, carefree feeling that lasted for about an hour or two before the alcohol started to make you feel sick. You were willing to put up with it if it gave you peace, even if only for a few hours.

You wasted no time picking up your drink when the bartender sets it in front of you. You were chugging it down embarrassingly fast, so fast that a little started to run down your chin.

“Woah woah lovie, slow down now. Pace yourself or you’re gonna get sick. No need to rush.” Josh takes the drink from your hands and sets it down in front of you, silently asking you to take a break.

Jake huffed out a sarcastic laugh and mocked his brother in a sing-songy voice. “Aww poor little lovie, she's just a sweet little thing who needs to be protected by her Joshie... –Hah, please. You’re gonna make the rest of us sick.”

“Dude, what the fucks your problem lately? Chill out. No one likes a downer.” Josh bit back.

“Tell that to your precious Lovie. It’s always all about her, what she wants, and what makes her happy. Isn’t it Josh? Admit it. She’s got you whipped.”

“Don’t talk about her like that Jake. If you’re so pissed off then leave. Go home. No one’s forcing you to be here.”

Jake rolled his eyes and turned away from you and Josh to order another drink.

His girlfriend shoots you a dirty look before saying something to Jake that you couldn’t quite hear due to the loud music coming from the speakers. You tried to make out the words by reading her lips, and it looked as if she said “I thought I told you that I don’t want you hanging around her anymore.”

You’re standing there completely dumbfounded, like a helpless little girl. Was Jake right? Did you really make things all about you, did Josh feel the constant need to protect you?

My god, I probably do nothing but hold Josh back, you thought to yourself.

You started to beat yourself up internally and Josh picked up on it. He grabs you by the hand to guide you back toward the table.

“Forget him. His girlfriend has been a real pain lately. She’s super controlling…doesn’t let him do anything.” He gently rubs your back to comfort you before continuing, “Instead of doing something to change it, he just takes it out on everyone else. He’s fucking miserable to be around anymore. Maybe he’s addicted to the toxic behavior. Who knows, but it really sucks.”

You’re still just standing there in silence, you weren’t really sure what to say or think. Which made Josh a bit nervous…and when he’s nervous, he rambles.  “I am so sorry about him. I’m sorry that I made you feel like you had to come out tonight, and that I put you in an uncomfortable situation that you weren’t prepared or ready for. This is all my fault.”

At this point the alcohol is really starting to do its job. Suddenly, you lose any and all care, which is exactly what you wanted.

“Forget it Josh, let's go have fun. I wanna have fun.”

You pull Ronnie and Josh onto the dance floor and stumble all over the place as you try to navigate through the sea of people. “Slow down, wait for us!” Ronnie yells in your direction, but nothing was going to slow you down at this point. You felt good– really good. Like a fire was just ignited inside of you, and you wanted to relish in it.

Josh doesn’t usually dance with you at the bar but he was entertaining it for now, probably to keep an eye on you in your drunken state, and also because he felt bad for what transpired between you and his brother.

The pair dance with you for about a half an hour before they both get somewhat tired of being pushed around by a bunch of drunken idiots.

“Come on, let's go sit for a little and rest. I’ll get you– us some water.”

Ronnie corrected herself, she was trying to avoid “babying you”, because that’s the last thing you needed right now, and she knew it.

You gave in after arguing with them back and forth for a few minutes. Realizing you were starting to get a blister on your foot from the shoes you decided to wear tonight. They weren't exactly practical, but practical wasn’t really what you were going for, was it?

You sit for a few minutes and drink almost an entire glass of water before you began to feel anxious again.

Leaning into Josh’s side, you tell him that you were going to the bathroom and that you’ll be right back. Really, you just wanted to get away from the crowd of people and splash some cold water on your face.

“Well hold on, take Ronnie with yo–” He says before he turns to see that Ronnie was nowhere to be found.

“She went out for a smoke break with Jake's girl.” Sam said before turning his attention back toward the girl he met earlier that night.

“Okay well, just be careful. You have your phone, right?” Josh sounded like a worried parent, which is the last thing you needed right now. If only Jake could hear how much you were being babied again, he’d never let you live it down.

“Josh… Jake was right. I don’t want you to feel like you have this– this obligation to watch over me.” you comb your fingers through your hair anxiously before finishing your thought. “I’ll be fine. Don’t let me hold you back from having fun tonight. I’ll be gone for no more than 5 minutes.” You kiss Josh on the cheek before making your way down the dark hallway that leads to the bathrooms.

The hallway was a lot longer and ominous than you remembered.  You were a little freaked out by how empty it was– you couldn’t lie. Silently, you cursed yourself out for not waiting for Ronnie to come back, like Josh had suggested. But you were just so tired of Jake, so tired of being looked at like the baby, you just wanted to prove Jake wrong. That's all.

Before you could think about it any further, you felt a strong hand grip your forearm, your whole body jolted as if it was anticipating this exact sort of intrusion.

“Hey.” a familiar raspy sounding voice came from behind you. He used the slight grip he had on your forearm to spin you around so that you were facing him.

Now, Jake’s only a few inches from your face.

“I thought we had an agreement. I thought you said you were done– meaning you wouldn’t be here?” Jake spoke in a hushed but still very dominant tone. Never letting go of the grip he had on your forearm.

You pull your arm from his grip and huff out the loudest and bitchiest sounding laugh that you could muster.

“Answer me.” he said between gritted teeth.

“Fuck. off.” was all you said before chugging the rest of your drink and walking away from him. He grabbed you by the arm again to make you face him.

He takes another step closer to you, looking down at you while sticking his tongue out to slowly glide over his lips– as he typically did when he was focused, but now you know that he does it when he’s pissed off too.

He tucks his bottom lip between his teeth and lets his eyes wander up and down your body, almost as if he was sizing you up. Gauging your reaction.

“What did you just say to me?” he said between bated breaths.

“You heard me Jake. I told you to fuck. off. -And don’t fucking touch me either.” you were shocked by your own words, it must’ve been the tequila because you never had the courage to tell Jake off before– even though he’s deserved it many, many times.

He huffed out a loud breath from his nose before backing you up against the wall, lifting both of his hands to place them on either side of your head.

“Yeah, I bet you’d like that wouldn’t you? If I just took off. No one to come between you and Josh, huh?”

He's so close to you that you can feel the very tip of his nose against your own and you smell the rum on his breath.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” you spit out.

Despite the amount of rage that was radiating from both of you, he made no effort to move from the position he had you in. Leaning his hands against the wall and essentially trapping you there without even fully touching you. His eyes were staring so deeply into yours that if anyone were to walk down this hallway right now they’d get the complete wrong idea.

He took a long, aggravated deep breath before he pushed himself off of the wall, but he wasn’t far enough to put any real space between the two of you.

“Just– Just fucking forget it.” he said.

“No really Jake, please continue. Please tell me exactly what you meant by that. Is that what this is all about? You think i’m around just to fuck Josh? To play with his heart? I’m not a dick like you.”

You couldn’t help the venom that was dripping from your tone. What did he expect? Roses at his feet? Yeah, okay.

He smirks and takes a small step backwards while shaking his head back and forth in a “you’re fucking kidding me” manner.

“You don’t fucking get it.” The evil looking smirk never left his face.

“No Jake, I get it. I’ve been putting up with it since day one. You don’t want me here. What else is there to say?”

He looks down toward the ground and chuckles lightly before looking directly at you as he responds. Without a hint of remorse he says,

“You’re right.”

He paused for a moment to shrug his shoulders, to really get his point across,

“I don’t.”

With that, he goes back to the bar and takes his place beside his girlfriend.

You’re left alone. In a dark, lonely hallway.

To be continued…

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[lonely-lost-soul]

Under the Floorboards pt. II

Pt. I, Pt. II, Pt. III

(Technoblade x reader)

Technoblade had told you to wait so that’s exactly what you planned on doing. You didn’t move from your spot by the door, even as Techno chased Tommy around his home. They were shouting the entire time arguing about things like whose house this was and how Tommy was a raccoon for stealing his stuff.

Eventually, the two settled down and all three of you sat by the fire, Techno stood awkwardly next to you before you patted the spot on the couch beside you. He looked relieved and sat by your side, Technoblade tentatively put a hand on your knee and squeezed it tenderly.

“I guess I owe you an explanation...for that thing.” He motioned to Tommy who made a baffled noise of protest, assumingly insulted by being referred to as a ‘thing.’

“Please.” You nodded at him and he looked at you with a downcast expression. Technoblade cleared his throat before taking a deep breath, he began to retell his tale for you. He started way back, like all the way back to when orphans killed his parents back. He talked about the voices and assured you that they never would tell him to hurt you, or anything of the sort. You frowned a little and reassured the half pigman that you didn’t assume that was the case and that you didn’t think any different of him because of the voices. If Tommy wasn’t in the room you think Techno might’ve gotten a little choked up, if his glassy eyes had anything to say about how he felt.

As he got deeper into the story he shared about the two fallings of L’manburg the first one under the dictatorship of a goatman named Schlatt, and the other due to their other ‘brother,’ Wilbur blowing it sky high. You were also informed Wilbur was still wandering the world as a ghost who was now dubbed Ghostbur.

Tommy would interrupt every so often and put his two sense into the story. Many of his interjections included how horrible your boyfriend was for betraying them so many times and how he only wanted chaos. He also made it very clear how utterly shocked he was that you’ve never heard of their country or it’s rich history.

Now, it was no shock to you that Technoblade hated the government. That was never a secret he tried to hide. He always made it very clear he had a distaste for them and their ideas, and overtime you couldn’t help but agree with him especially now, after hearing his story. Tommy seemed to grow increasingly uncomfortable as Technoblade talked about the festival; you watched the boy wither a little seeing how passionate Techno was about slaughtering all his friends. He talked a bit more in depth about Schlatts death, the ultimate betrayal by the revolutionary leader Wilbur, and how Technoblade was furious they would dare try to start a new form of government right in front of him. He looked like he had more to say about that part of the story but wasn’t to keen on sharing it with Tommy, you guessed he probably felt betrayed by the ones he considered friends. You would feel that way at least considering he was honest with them about his ideals from the very beginning of the war.

“Then I ran away to retire, and I met you.” Technoblade sighed, his shoulders sagging. “I never meant to...be with you romantically. A trade partner sure, I never thought I’d have the time for anything romantic. Didn’t even know I was capable but...god- I’m so glad I met you-“

“Simp!” Tommy shouted pointing an accusing finger at Techno who glared at him.

“Don’t you have a tower to build!”

“Is that permission I hear?” Tommy sang happily jumping up from his seat by the fire. Technoblade made an horrified face but you squeezed his hand that was on your knee. Almost as if to say let him go we need to talk, his eyes widened a little as he stared at you. He didn’t say anything as he watched Tommy run out the door with a wicked smile on his lips. Technoblade swallowed a little and grabbed your hand with both of his,

“He’s gonna ruin our real estate value Princess.” A wonky smile spread across his face as he did his best to crack a joke.

“As if we’d ever sell this place. It’s your retirement home old man.”

“Charming.”

You chuckled softly hiding a small smile behind your hand, and watched as a genuine one spread across his face as well. You lifted his callused knuckles to your lips and kissed them tenderly,

“Bubs…” Your voice was tender and adoring “I love you.” Techno’s entire face went cherry red, you both never uttered I love you’s before, you could tell he was having a crisis. You could only imagine what the voices were telling him to do or say.

Specifically: ‘SAY IT BACK, YOU’RE A SIMP, I LOVE YOU TOO, GOD THE CONFIDENCE,THAT’S SO HOT.’

Instead your lovely boyfriend went, “Ha. Cringe.”

The look you gave Technoblade was scathing. “Try again.” You growled your eyes narrowed into slits.

“I love you too. I mean obviously.” Technoblade cleared his throat pulling his hands away to awkwardly punch you in the shoulder. This time satisfied with his answer you moved forward and grabbed the chains of his cape pulling him close. You pressed your lips to his and he made a surprise noise before kissing you back, his hands fell on your lower back and he pulled you closer. You smiled into the kiss before pulling back and poking him on the nose, “oh also I was executed today.”

“YOU WERE WHAT!?” Technoblade flinched and shushed you with his finger.

“It’s okay, I’m alive see.” Your hand was placed on his chest in a matter of moments, you felt his heart beating steadily under your hand, “Technoblade never dies baby.~”

“I hate you. That ever happens again you call me. I’ll kill them for you.” You huffed holding his cheeks between your palms, he only nodded a love struck look falling across his face,

“You’re so cute when you talk about slaughtering our enemies.” He gave a chuckle brushing your hair behind your ear, your smile only widened. You kissed him again before you glanced out the window only to see Tommy trying to build the base of a cobblestone tower,

“So… Tommy huh? Is he staying with us?”

“Is that okay?”

“Yeah. I think so, he seems…lost and lonely.” You frowned, sadly biting your lower lip, “he’s my son now.” The face Technoblade made was priceless; it was a perfect mix of anger and disgust.

“Never say that in my presence ever again.”

“Fine, fine.” You turned to smile back at him, “anything else you need to share with me?” He looked thoughtful for a moment before standing on his own two feet, he held his hand out to you. You took it without hesitation and he pulled you too your feet, he kissed your cheek softly before grabbing a button out of his ender chest.

“First we have wrangle Tommy princess, think you can handle that?”

“Sure I can.” You smiled as you both walked outside, “HEY! Tommy come here for a minute!”

“Sure thing Ms Blade!” He shouted back loudly and Technoblade made a baffled sound that sounded like, ‘EHHH.’

“How come he listens to you!?”

“I guess he just likes me better.”

“Cringe.”

“Fuck off.” You scoffed as Tommy ran up to the both of you, “Techno has something else he’d like to share with us.” Tommy groaned loudly,

“Not more sharing.”

“It’s more like showing you something. You’re so ungrateful.” Technoblade hissed pulling Tommy along as you trailed a little ways behind them your sword bouncing on your hip. Eventually the three of you ended up in front of a stone wall, you and Tommy both looked a little confused.

“Bubs I love you but this is a wall.”

“BUBS.” Tommy wheezed and you shot him a look whacking him in the arm, as Technoblades face went bright red. “Sorry, sorry, sorry,” He cleared his throat “Do go on.”

Technoblade grumbled under his breath for a moment before clearing his throat and straightening his posture. His speech giving posture, is what you noticed. Tommy seemed to take it in an entirely different way though,

“You’re not gonna kill me are you?”

“What- no! Tommy if I was gonna kill you don’t you think I would’ve done it by now?” Techno scoffed placing the button on the wall, you tilted your head to the side curiously. He motioned to the button and Tommy looked at him hesitantly before pressing it, loud whirring was heard as the stone walls were pulled down from the mountain. You and Tommy’s jaws both dropped down onto the floor, Techno entered and grinned enthusiastically. “WELCOME HOME THESEUS!” He tossed his hands in the air with a dazzling flourish you ran inside the bunker and turned to smile at Tommy who was shrieking loudly behind you. Technoblade slung an arm around your waist and pulled you flush against him, he smiled down at you excitedly.

“This is going to be the start of a wonderful partnership.”

~~~

Thank you for reading! Lemme know your feedback and maybe I’ll do a pt. III??? 👀 Stay safe! ❤️

[aforrestofstuff]

Chapter 149 Expert Review Time

Hey gamers what’s up time for another CHAPTER 👏 REVIEW 👏

It was looking kinda bleak last time for pretty much everyone so I’m hoping things improved this time around, but it seems Murata and ONE are kinda going through their “I’m going to put my characters through the MOST” phase so… that feels unlikely. But nevertheless… still excited to see my favorite boys.

The 10000th Psychic Sister cover. Murata, I’m begging you. There’s literally like 30 other characters to choose from. I know you like drawing boobs but imma need you to put the pencil down for a minute and take a walk because this just ain’t IT.

“Summer is coming” it is July. Summer has been here for ten years. I’m so fucking hot all the time. Everything has been evaporated out of me and I’m literally a raisin.

The Psychic Sisters covers are just so devoid of life a lot of the time… I wouldn’t mind if it was them fighting or engaging in everyday activities but when they’re posed for the camera and deliberately placed there to look sexy it just sucks all the human out of them. The cover/splash page is a great chance to show characters in a new light!!! It’s mostly set away from the story so you can do whatever you want! Choosing to make 80 fanservice covers is just wasted opportunity for what could be additional character development. It’s gotten to a point where even the smegma-slinging bitchboys on Reddit are complaining about the excessive sexy covers…. When PussySlayer384756 complains that there’s too much tittage being shown, that’s how you KNOW we’ve got a problem. Now, idk how the fan climate is in Japan but I can’t imagine they’re feeling much different over there either.

Also, her anatomy is… janky. Her tit is bigger than her head, her belly is too long, and she’s got like 4 spare ribs. Like, I’m by no means an art expert but it doesn’t take a chef to know the soup is shit, you know what I mean? I feel like page after page of Murata drawing obscene muscle men has made him rusty on what should be (somewhat) normal-looking people.

Darkshine learns what TRUE peak male performance looks like.

You’ve gotta wonder how Darkshine even got to the S-Class to begin with when he pussies out of nearly every single fight… except the one where the opponent was literal water. Everyone says that he just joined the association for additional validation, and I believe it… this boy is not cut out for actual hero-ing. 99% Of the time HE’S the one who needs a hero.

It kinda bothers me how useless he’s been post-Garou fight, especially when we spent like an entire chapter trying to console his ass. I get that’s part of his character and development… but it’s begun to slow things down. We get it. We don’t need to see him be insecure every time a new enemy pops up. One was enough. We would’ve gotten the same effect if he just sat out the entire time post-consolation, because everything that’s happened to him on the surface has been kinda redundant.

Here comes the boooyyy 🎶🎶

Nice callback. I’m glad Metal Bat is finally here. Bitch runs slow as fuck.

It’s nice to see him act on his own agency instead of orders from the hero association. He’s clearly much happier when helping out on his own accord, and has a ton of initiative too. The chapter he got with just he and King meeting up and slingshotting themselves to the fight was really a breath of fresh air from all of the fighting. It’s moments like these where ONE remembers that people like OPM for the characters, and not necessarily the pretty action sequences. I really like this duo. I like Metal Bat. I like it when they’re given time to be themselves and not just vessels for the next fight scene.

I know I said I wanted the heroes to die but Murata I’m begging you please don’t kill the child. You can kill Puri, though. I hate that fucker.

Child Emperor regularly visiting and eating with Bofoi even despite being his lab assistant would be a lot cuter if Bofoi wasn’t the human equivalent to a dog turd. I might’ve overstated that… seems like Bofoi is just using him as an errand boy. The clear lack of respect he has for CE is very indicative of his character and is not necessarily a bad thing plot-wise, but I would still like to beat him with a cane. Additionally, it’s clear that he’s not going to help the heroes here. At least, I don’t think so. His “fuck them kids” attitude seems to be a pretty big pillar in the building of his character and I doubt ONE would jeopardize that just because he’s written himself into a corner. Oh, well. We’ll see.

It’s very sweet that even when near death, CE still thinks of Zombieman. Aaaaghh it’s so GOOD when the characters actually LIKE each other. I know realistically not everyone is gonna be friends but man… it would be a lot cooler if we got more insight on their chemistry. Pleaz have more Metal Bat-and-King-esque chapters. I wanna see how everyone gets along.

Also, the concept of Puri just manifesting drilling powers and carving through solid rock with nothing else but pure strength and determination is so funny. A little convenient, sure, but I really don’t care because it’s actually done well. Their reunion scene is hilarious. More stuff like this pleaz….

I don’t even know what to say about Genos here. Dude, I know you made an oath to protect Tatsumaki or whatever, but there’s no shame in a good bail. You can’t even bail anymore because your damn legs are gone. See, this is what happens when you make promises. The secret to keeping your legs intact is doing the bare minimum. Hope this helps ❤️

He’s making a valiant effort but… I’m afraid he just ain’t gonna do much while roleplaying as a worm. Maybe he’ll make a chrysalis and come out as a butterfly. Wait, that’s caterpillars. Fuck. TATSUMAKI IS A GONER, BRO. WE NEED YOU TO BE THE DEUTERAGONIST!! IF YOU DIE WE LOSE 70% OF MERCH SALES NOOOOOOOO

Local man has a heart attack in front of thousands of little monsters and somehow saves the world, more at 5.

King I’m begging you please get that shit checked out that’s not NORMAL.

Yeah, I like this conclusion. Very tasteful cliffhanger. I mean we know King ain’t gonna do shit but SOMEHOW black sperm is gonna get punted like the little cumstain he is. Can’t wait to see the events that unfold next chapter… it seems like every scene that involves King turns out to be really funny and I’m super looking forward to black sperm seeing Jesus.

Also, a little off-topic but I just really like the way Murata inked his pants. Got a real comic book feel to it. I mean, he’s just really good at drawing clothes overall (save for Fubuki’s body-tight dress that is 100% not how women’s clothing works but I digress). Fucker understands fabric physics like I understand how to make a bomb ass chicken parm. I respect it.

In conclusion, lower everyone’s expectations of you and you might get to keep your arms and legs. This has been Life Lessons from Forrest. You now owe me 50$.

[spnsisterimagines]

Mario Kart

Summary - Y/N decides to engage her brothers and Castiel into Mario Kart, not realizing what she was getting herself into.

Pairings - Dean Winchester x Sister!Reader, Sam Winchester x Sister!Reader, Jack Kline x Platonic!Winchester!Reader, Castiel x Winchester!Reader

Word Count - 1,911 words

"Let's get it!" Y/N squeals, claiming her spot on the middle of the couch. She was practically bouncing up and down, waiting impatiently for everyone to join her. The Dean Cave had brightened considerably since she had added a few redecorations. While Dean initially denied her, she had forced him to allow her to put up LED lights, several polaroids from her camera(they were mostly of herself smiling widely at the camera while Sam and Dean looked mildly annoyed with fake smiles. There was also a real funny one where Sam was unconscious on a hunt and Y/N decided to pose beside him), as well as posters from their favorite bands. Not to mention the added dock to the TV stand to hold her Nintendo Switch that Sam had bought her for her previous birthday. 

She supposed he regretted it now, since she was forcing him to play a game he'd never even heard of.

He entered the room first, holding a big bowl of popcorn and a soda. Dean followed close behind, Little Debbie packages hanging from his mouth since his arms were occupied with pillows from their bedrooms and a pack of beers for himself. Jack was the only one to come empty handed. He happily took the spot beside Y/N, waving merrily as Castiel also appeared with two sodas(both of them for Beth because he was just so considerate), taking the spot on her other side.

"I'll give this an hour before we switch to movie night, Y/N," Dean warned as he occupied his armchair, which was to the left of the couch. She had discovered this old thing at a garage sale. It had been a rather stressful day because Dean had refused to strap it to Baby and they had to hound what little friends they had for a truck. Since most of their friends were dead, Y/N had hot wired one outside of a bar and returned it before the drunk redneck inside could notice it had even left. She was sure the dent in the bed was there before they put the couch on it. Sam had not been happy about that.

Sam took his own armchair, which was to the right of the couch. 

"What is it, again?" he asked curiously. 

"Is the only thing in the media you've ever heard Facebook? You've seriously never heard of Mario Kart?" Y/N asked, happily accepting one of the sodas from Castiel. "Dad really did a number on us. I was introduced to this through Charlie." She got up to grab the number of controllers necessary for four. Jack was eager to try the game, but he was always open to trying new things, something Y/N could appreciate.

After connecting them to the Switch, she handed them out to her brothers along with Jack before returning to her spot on the couch between the angel and nephilim. 

"If I remember correctly from what you've told me, it's a racing game, right?" Castiel asked.

"Exactly, except with a few quirks to make it interesting. Like, um...I could throw a shell and hit one of them and vice versa. Or a banana peel. I'll give them a trial run before we actually get into it. Are you sure you don't want to try it, Cas?"

Castiel shook his head. "I have seen how you play with Charlie, and I don't want to be on the receiving end of your anger. And I rather like watching you in your element."

Y/N smiled, blushing, before playfully pushing him. 

"I need to get drunk to stomach this," Dean said, offended as he popped one of the beers open and took a gulp. "Keep the PDA to a minimum guys, you've got a kid next to you. Alright, what buttons do I push to hit Sam?"

"What the hell?" Sam scoffed. 

"What?"

"We haven't even started and you're gunnin' for me?"

"Uh, yeah!" 

"Alright, alright! First we gotta pick our player," Y/N mediated, pressing the buttons to get them to the screen full of Mario players. "I already got mine." She moved her icon until it landed on Wendy, before selecting her. "Obviously the best character, hands down."

The three boys maneuvered their icons over different characters, for some reason taking it a little too seriously on who they would choose. Sam selected his first. 

"Luigi?" Dean scoffed.

"You got a problem?" Sam asked. 

"No, but...why Luigi?"

"Who cares, I just chose him."

"You have to have a reason, man." Dean shook his head, before selecting his own. 

"Why'd you choose Bowser, then?"

"Because he's a badass. And he'd beat the holy hell out of Luigi if the games lost their PG rating," Dean shrugged.

Jack hummed thoughtfully, still scrolling. "I choose him!" 

He selected Toad. 

"Why him, Jack?" she asked. 

"I like his hat."

Y/N snorted, but it was a valid enough answer. Once everyone was ready, she selected the settings for the game and then decided to use the time to explain to them how the controls worked and anything else they were curious about. After a few trial races, they were ready for the real thing. Castiel was sitting patiently, his hands on his lap. 

"You assholes are going down," Dean declared, bringing his remote closer to him. 

"So much for being appropriate in front of the kid," Y/N sneered, but she was just as ready.

She set the game to go through ten races with a random select for the roads. 

And with that, they were off.

"ARE YOU KIDDING ME?" Dean yelled, nearly jumping to his feet. His first empty beer bottle slide across the floor from his rapid movement. "I DIDN'T EVEN TOUCH IT! I DIDN'T GO NEAR THE GODDAMN PEEL!"

"That might've been mine," Sam stated, smugly. "But Bowser also takes up half the road, so avoiding it was probably impossible anyway."

Dean squinted. "You callin' me fat, Sammy?"

Sam shrugged. "Luigi's doing just fine."

Y/N hid her smile as she hit her own item, snatching that smile right from Sam's face.

"Why did you do that?" he asked, incredulous, the red shell sending Luigi off the edge of the map. 

"You got in my way!" Y/N sang. 

It only seemed to get worse from there. What was supposed to be an hour of playing turned into four with the bowl of popcorn thrown across the room at Dean when he had decided to hit Sam three times with three separate shells before snagging first place and doing a lewd dance as a way to declare his victory. Y/N's hair had bristled up, becoming bushier almost as though it were alive. Her right eye was twitching, and her hands were cramping by now. 

Jack, however, was having a good time. He has gotten last place the entire time, but he was still having fun, and that's what truly mattered.

Castiel, on the other hand, seemed to be on the verge of a panic attack, not knowing whose side he should take because all three Winchester siblings were completely out of their minds, including Y/N.

Finally, it was the last race. Everyone's nerves were shot. Sam's hair seemed even more raggedy than Y/N's, and his shirt was stained with soda because Dean decided to take vengeance by chucking his pillow at him when Sam was taking a big gulp. They had to pause the game for several minutes while Sam fought for his life coughing and wheezing because the soda went down the wrong pipe.

"I'm afraid I must at least attempt to deter you guys from participating in another race. There aren't any weapons in the Dean Cave, but I'm sure you three will find a way to kill each other," Castiel said, worried. "Jack, are you okay?"

Jack nodded enthusiastically. "I'm having fun!"

"I will let it be known if I lose, someone is dying tonight. I will call Billie to fix it, but someone has to die tonight if I lose," Y/N threatened. 

"Good luck with that, I'm kicking all of your asses, and you can kiss mine when it crosses the finish line," Dean said.

"I don't even care if I win, as long as you guys lose. And I'll make sure it happens." Sam jeered. 

With that, the race began. Aside from Jack and Castiel, everyone was bloodthirsty. Surely no matter who won, someone was gonna be pissed off. Castiel was making a mental note to grab Jack as soon as possible and escort him out of the room while the siblings brawled. 

"YOU SON OF A BITCH!" Y/N shouted, jumping to her feet. "WHO DID IT! WHO DID IT?"

"I did!" Sam happily announced, moving to and fro with the turn of his controller, as though he were in the game himself. 

"I'm gonna get you, Sam," Y/N snarled, pressing hard on the buttons, trying her best to catch up to her brother, collecting any items she came across, but none of them were good enough, so she kept using them without thinking until she heard Dean curse and also jump to his feet. 

"THAT WAS ME, JACKASS!" he yelled, completely distraught. "I didn't even do anything this time!"

"You probably deserved it anyway!" Sam shrugged, continuing to maneuver through the AIs to get to the front. 

By that time, Dean and Y/N had caught up, and with all they had, they used their items to completely screw each other over up until every kart had passed them. In the end, they were the bottom three with Sam first, Y/N second, and Dean in dead last. And for a moment there after, nobody said anything. They were completely beside themselves in utter shock at what just occurred. 

"What just happened?" Y/N asked, deflating considerably. 

"We lost..." Sam mumbled. 

"Screw you guys, I lost overall!" Dean scoffed.

"I won!" Jack suddenly cheered, leaping to his feet and jumping up and down. "I won!"

"You what?" Y/N asked, shocked as her eyes trailed to the top. Sure enough, Toad was in first place. "You're kidding!"

"I can't believe I won!" Jack said, smiling as he high-fived a proud Castiel.

"I want a rematch," Dean commanded, sitting back down and retrieving his controller. 

"Yeah, me, too!" Sam agreed. 

"I'm down!" Y/N eagerly agreed, about to grab hers when Castiel snatched it. He went around the room, taking up all the controllers.

"Given that it's five in the morning, and just a couple moments ago you three were ready to quite literally rip each other's throats out, I'm going to recommend everyone get up and get to bed instead," he instructed curtly. "I think we should postpone a future night of games indefinitely, at least for a little while until you three can learn to control yourselves."

"What-but-you can't-" Y/N sputtered.

"Quite literally, I can shut off whatever is necessary so you can never play the game again with just a snap of my fingers," Castiel warned. "Shower and get some sleep. Jody already told us she needed to discuss something at noon tomorrow, and it would be rude if we were tardy. C'mon, let's go!"

With a grumble, everyone got up and cleaned their mess, ignoring each other vehemently as they walked out. Except for Jack; he was practically skipping. 

There was another good thing about tonight that he knew about. He was the one that triggered the lightning item that really stumped the three siblings and put them at the bottom three.

[90stvshowgoth]

—BREAKING & ENTERING

—ch.1 —ch.2

summary: after dabi was seen leaving your apartment complex last week, the commission has sent a lesser known hero to help guard the building until new cameras are installed. however, no security measures in the world could keep dabi out.

w/c: 5064

tags: dubcon, cuckolding, creampie, voyeurism, humiliation, exhibitionism, arson

a/n: this is the final chapter to this little duology, and the reason why its so much shorter is because the first one was really supposed to stand on its own, but i got so many requests for a sequel i couldn’t help it. so i just took the kinks i didn’t get to use last time and pay off some setup and voila. however, just ‘cause this is the last chapter of this story doesn’t mean i’m not gonna write a fuck ton of other stuff for him. ily burn man. plus i’m working on a huge, multi-chapter fic for him while i post smaller one-shots >:) that being said, enjoy.

The impact Dabi left on your life was far bigger than you thought it would’ve been on the night you snuck him away from the law. As he was running from the cops someone saw him climb through your window, and a different person also saw him climb down the fire escape. With witnesses like that, the other tenants were downright furious.

You almost felt bad for the landlord, it wasn’t his fault you were insane enough to willingly let a villain come inside both you and your apartment.

Your landlord and the police department came up with a solution. The apartment complex would be installing new state-of-the-art locks on all fire-escape adjacent windows free of charge. This wasn’t exactly an issue with seeing Dabi again, since all you had to do was purposefully leave yours unlocked.

It would take two weeks to install all the cameras, but until then, a community-assigned hero would be stationed to guard the complex.

His name was Kao, a middle-ranked hero with bright orange hair and a winning smile framed with dimples. At first you thought he might’ve been one of the better heroes, waving you off to work and walking you there the other day, but recently he’d begun to creep you out. The friendly conversations about a tv show you both enjoyed began to turn into invasive questions about your love life.

A week of lingering glances and uncomfortable prying culminated that Friday as he had flat out asked you to dinner moments prior.

“C’mon, I just— I said that wrong, lemme try again,” He stuttered, keeping pace with you as you marched towards the building.

“No, Kao, look, you’re cool and all, but I’m really not looking to date anyone right now.” You huffed, striding into the doorway and towards the elevator. That might not’ve been the whole truth but you obviously couldn’t tell him that you had the hots for a terrorist.

He groaned, rubbing the back of his neck, “Well you just got off work, right? I remember which room you stay in, maybe I can swing by tonight?”

You whirled on him, your jaw slack in shock at the insensitivity of his words. The reminder that he knew where you lived sending a shiver down your spine, “Kao, this conversation is done. I don’t want you following me around anymore, hero,”

Deep down, your words sounded familiar. If they were raspier and said behind a thin veil of indifference, you might’ve realized that you were talking like Dabi.

“What is that supposed to mean? We’re the good guys!” You slammed your fist down on the close-door button, your mouth a thin line, daring Kao to make a move and stop the doors. He didn’t, and soon the reassuring pull of the elevator set your shaking body at ease.

‘Who does he think he is?’ You were bitter, rightfully so, you think.

You were so frustrated that you had difficulty inserting your keys into the lock, twisting it with a growl and throwing open the door, ready to collapse onto your pillow and vent to whoever was online about your heroic stalker.

When you noticed the scent of cigarettes in the air.

“Hey, doll,” Warmth surged through your chest at the sight of him, the villain’s feet kicked up onto the coffee table.

You were hanging your coat on the hook before moving beside him to the couch, “What took you so long?”

“Not happy to see me? You seem a lot bitchier than I remember,” The crude edge of his humor was a breath of fresh air compared to the stifling niceties of work, and you smiled for what felt like the first time that day.

Shaking your head, you toed out of your boots and made your way to the frayed couch, “I’ll tell you all about him,”

That got his attention, “Him?”

“A hero,” Dabi’s frown worsened, an accusatory look in his eyes, “before you ask, no, you idiot, I hate this guy, there’s not a chance I’d sleep with him.”

The tensity in his shoulders relaxed, bring the half-finished Newport to his lips as you continued, “Since you broke in last week all my neighbors lost their shit. They threatened to sue if my landlord didn’t assign a hero to watch the building for a bit. I thought he was cool, but I’ve just decided that he’s a total prick.”

He hummed, nodding understandingly, “Want me to kill him?”

You gaped, hitting him on the chest, “Wha—No, Dabi, what the hell?”

He just shrugged, the intensity of his words almost funny to you, and as you recounted the last twenty minutes the ashes of Dabi’s cigarette fell to the floor. The dying lights of the sun streamed through your window, the smoke oddly beautiful in the glow as he handed you the last hit of his cheap cigar.

“You know why heroes are like that?” You shook your head, enjoying the numbing calm of tobacco, “It’s cause they’re spoiled. They go their entire lives being praised for everything they do so they don’t know how to take no for a fuckin’ answer,”

Apparently your smoking buddy was feeling talkative, much to your delight. His words made you pause, remembering the relieved faces of your neighbors whenever they’d see the gaudy costume Kao wore as he strode by.

“Shit... guess you’re right,” You mumbled into his side, not minding the ever-present aroma of burnt skin and smoke that clung to Dabi’s coat.

He scoffed, “I’m always right, baby,” His words earning him a pinch on the arm.

“No, you ass, just about the hero stuff,” He grinned, the staples on his dimples taut against his skin as he pulled you closer, his breath hot against your ear.

“Careful, doll, you’re starting to sound like a villain,” The drop in your stomach sent heat down your skin, yet somehow you were still shivering under his predatory gaze.

You shook your head, trying to will away the red that dusted your cheeks, “No way, my quirk isn’t strong enough to be a villain,”

He raised his eyebrow expectantly, broadly gesturing for you to go on.

“Well...” God, why is this embarrassing? “I can give people headaches.”

You didn’t know if he would laugh at you or belittle you for your meaningless quirk, but he did neither.

“Think you could practice it more? Get better at it?” He was serious, staring at you and expecting an answer.

You looked away, unable to hold his gaze, “I mean, maybe? It’s not hard to do, I guess,”

Dabi smirked, pulling you onto his lap. It felt as if the week hadn’t happened at all and you were right back where you started, your face flushing at the memories of that night. He dragged you close, eyes dark as he whispered something into your ear...

“Think you could split someone’s head open with a migraine?”

Your gut wrenched, flinching at the gory idea and making you sit up in Dabi’s lap. The atmosphere in the room hadn’t changed, his stare as menacing as before.

That is, until he started to crack up. Louder than you’d ever heard before, his fit filled the apartment until he had to cup his stomach from laughing too hard; the wheeze in his rough throat echoing around the room as your blush spread all the way down your neck.

“Oh, you asshole!” If anything, your shove against his chest only made him more giddy. The panic-fueled adrenaline was still surging through your body, unwillingly making the wetness between your thighs spread, even as you tried to wrap your head around the fact that Dabi had been fucking with you.

Your legs shook as he held on to you for balance, his cackling dying down but the shit-eating grin never leaving his face, “You were so freaked out, huh?”

“Yeah, no shit!”

He hummed, running a hand through your hair and suddenly yanking you forward, basking in the sharp yelp it brought from you, “You’re cute when you’re scared,”

You’d missed the way his scabbed lips felt on yours more than you’d ever admit. There was something about him that left you breathless, eager and questioning your life choices. Groaning into his mouth before pulling back and laving your slick tongue along his disfigured lower lip, you rolled your aching heat against him to force a truly pornographic moan from his mouth.

“Oh, fuck—” One of his hands slid down your back, grabbing your ass through your jeans, “Fucking hell, you missed me that much?”

You nodded dumbly into his shoulder, pressing chaste kisses along the ragged skin as he slid his finger past the band of your jeans, cupping your dripping sex with wide eyes.

“Goddamn, s’no way you’re this wet for me already,” His eyes were scrutinizing, trying to figure out why you were hiding into his neck, “What’s got you so worked up, doll?”

You couldn’t come up with a good excuse in time, Dabi thinking back to how your thighs had tightened up when he asked if you could kill someone, your eyes were frightened back then, yes, but there was something else. Something you wouldn’t tell him.

When the realization hit him, it hit hard.

“Holy shit, you get off on being scared?” He couldn’t believe his luck, the embarrassed groan you buried into his shoulder confirming his suspicions.

Dabi ran a hand through his hair, a childish wonder over his features, “Aren’t I fuckin’ lucky?” He sneered, pulling you back til you were at eye-level again.

“I’m gonna try something, baby,” there was an edge to his voice as he settled one hand on the small of your back, pressing your tits against his chest as he held your bra strap back with the other.

“What are you… Dabi, what are you doing?” The scent of fire and burning fabric filled the air, the ends of your bralette smoking between his fingertips, embers turning to ash and sprinkling down the couch until it was flimsy enough for Dabi to rip free, teeth sinking into your neck as he held you still to keep your skin safe.

It was jarring and a bit terrifying to be restrained against someone like Dabi without knowing his intentions. But nothing in you could deny the blinding rush of pleasure it ripped down your spine.

“It’s all starting to make sense, doll-face, I guess I was right the first time,” His hands tossed the smoking bra into hallway, reaching between you and torturously pinching and pulling on the rosy blush of your tits, “you do have a thing for villains,”

“Can’t wait to fuck that tight pussy again, doll,” Without warning he shoved your torso forward, your body bouncing against the couch, his hands flying to the button of your jeans.

“—Didn’t have time to take you right last time, didn’t get to taste you,” his words made you whimper in his grasp, keeping your legs somewhat raised as tugged down the tight denim.

You fully expected him to take you rough like before, make you choke on his cock before having his fill, but as he tugged off your black panties he crawled down the trembling body beneath him, slowly moving over your ribs, your stomach, and finally your drooling cunt.

He never broke eye contact with you as he pulled your thighs closer, keeping them spread wide as the hot fan of his breath on your pussy sent a thrill through your neglected nerves.

“I want you to scream my name,” It was an order, not a request. The unhinged tremor in his hands was unsettling, an unspoken threat hanging in the air.

Dabi’s tongue immediately found your clit, mouth wrapping around the glistening bead and sucking all at once, the moan it drew from your lips unholy. He moaned at the taste, hiking up your hips onto his shoulders.

“Christ, you’re sweet, doll, like fuckin’ candy...” He muttered in disbelief, more to himself that to you, licking a wide stripe along your drenched lips, diving into you deep enough to have your limbs spasming around him.

On instinct your hand flew to your mouth to muffle the sharp cry that the villain drew. He didn’t warn you before bringing his hand up high and slapping it into the bare skin of your thigh, a scream echoing through the living room. Distantly, you wondered if your neighbors could hear...

“Don’t you dare hide a single sound from me, slut, or this ends now,” his ultimatum was scary but the insult felt heavy in a way you’d never felt before, and you nodded without a second thought, breathlessly bunching one hand into the arm of the couch above you and the other into the ashy black of his hair.

You nodded down to him, silently saying to continue; the villain fixed on watching as your chest swelled in time with your breathing, a rush of blood going to the heat of his cock.

His pace was hungry, nipping at your thighs whenever he thought you were too comfortable, spinning circles into your clit with his tongue and chuckling at the noises it brought, “You gonna cum, princess?” You could only respond with a scream of his name, the plea music to his ears, but he needed you to be louder if he was to get what he wanted.

“Louder,” Dabi called your name like a prayer, moaning into your cunt as you practically suffocated him between your thighs, “Fuck—Louder, baby, scream it,”

“Dabi!!” Your orgasm was hot against his tongue and he drank in every last drop of your climax until you were wrenching away his greedy mouth, your pussy swollen and red from his care.

Just as you started to compose yourself, a frantic banging sounded on the door. Someone from the hallway was slamming down their fist, screaming your name.

“Hey! Did you just say Dabi?! Are you okay in there?” It was Kao.

Horror clawed away any kind of afterglow as you cupped your hand to your mouth, leaning up on your elbow and whispering, “What do I say?”

Dabi’s voice was just low enough to hide behind the pounding of Kao’s fists, “Do you trust me?”

Before you could answer the hero behind the wall called your name again.

“If you don’t answer me in five seconds I’m breaking this door down!”

Your gaze flickered from the front door to the villain that was wiping your slick from his chin.

“Yes,”

Dabi grinned, grabbing your wrists and holding you against his shirt, one hand wrapped painfully around your tits and the other erupting with blue fire in his palm.

“Come and get her, hero!” You made a confused squeal, thrashing around in his grasp, eyes wide and afraid as Dabi shushed into your ear, trying to calm you down.

‘Like hell if you’d calm down, he’d practically just signed your death sentence!’ you heaved against the fugitive, trying to shake yourself free to no avail.

All you could do was squeeze your eyes shut and imagine you were somewhere else as door was jolted in its hinges, the doorknob falling with a distant clang, and before you could beg Dabi to stop whatever stupid game he was playing, Kao ran into the room, eyes furrowed and fists raised as the door squeaked on the loose hinges behind him, blissfully unaware.

“Where are y—“ Kao’s voice paused mid-sentence, you flinched in Dabi’s hold, the heat of the redhead’s stare washing over you, naked and wet, making you tilt your head down, trying to hide yourself from the world.

“Isn’t she cute, hero?” Dabi rasped against you, the heat of his fire illuminated against the sweaty sheen of your trembling body. Kao didn’t know what to do, flustered and struggling to hide the tent in his latex costume.

You knew fighting back against the villain was pointless, falling limp in the strength of his arms as he chuckled into your neck, looking over at the bump in his pants, “You were right, babe, I think he likes you,”

“Get your filthy hands off of her!” Kao screamed, diving towards the couch with his fist raised back.

Dabi simply grinned, carefully hovering his flame ever closer to your now bare tits, you couldn’t help but scream at the proximity, and whatever plan Kao had in his mind died before his fist could make impact.

His novocaine laced voice spoke calmly beside your ear, “Any closer and she’s dead,” The hot rush down your legs wasn’t due to his flames, as one hand took to rubbing your sensitive sex, the sounds it elicited from you unintentional and mortifying under the presence of Kao in the room.

“What... what do you want, you bastard?” Dabi laughed at that one, tweaking your clit between his fingers and conducting the most beautiful notes from your pillowy lips.

“I think It’s pretty obvious what I want, don’t you think?” Your name on his lips sent you keening against him despite the inferno roaring inches away from your skin. He couldn’t move without Dabi’s flames hovering ever closer to your heaving chest, and to Kao, you were very clearly about to die. Although you didn’t believe Dabi would hurt you, he had asked you to trust him before he got Kao’s attention, after all, the line between foreplay and conflagration was becoming blurry.

Kao backed up into the half wall that separated the living room from the kitchen, barely making an effort to try and hide his erection anymore, “I’ll send you to fucking Tartarus for this, Dabi.”

“Oooo, scary,” His unlit hand trailed down your jawline, tilting you to his side until he could slide his tongue into your open lips, humming into your mouth, “What do you think, doll?

“Dabi, please... wait,“ The strength in your voice wasn’t as heated as before, and even you had to admit it sounded half-assed.

Kao’s quirk must be no good for long range because all he could do was stand there, trying to avert his eyes from your drooling cunt in favor of glaring daggers at the coy villain pulling soft mewls from your lips, “I swear... I’ll see you rot in prison for this. You’ll be fucking executed, you rapist—“

“—woah, woah, that stings, hero. Doll, is that really what I’m doin’?” You groaned, not exactly answering because you couldn’t hear the question, your eyes still shut tight in embarrassment.

The growl in his voice sent another soaking rush towards your pussy, as his hand grabbed you jaw, pulling you up, “Look at me,” Your eyes widened at the sight of Dabi so close to you, his chest warm against your back, the aches of your last orgasm fading into something new.

“Tell me to stop, princess, your call,” Time stood still as Dabi kissed a soft pathway along your neck, weirdly gentle as he listened for your response, his clothed hard-on pressed firmly against your ass.

Too flustered to speak, you merely wrenched your arm free from his grasp, carding you hand through his hair and pulling him to your desperate lips. You could feel him tug into a smirk against you as your hips eagerly ground themselves on him despite the audience.

Kao choked on his own spit, stepping backwards, but stopped when Dabi aimed his ignited hand towards the hero who was having difficulty piecing together your actions in his head. “What,” His voice cracked when he called out your name, “are you...?”

Dabi pulled away, a feral glint in the blue hidden beneath his hair as he licked a disgustingly wet stripe along your cheek, chest rumbling behind you as you squirmed at the gross feeling, “I’m still gonna need you to beg, sweetheart.”

Your dignity was hanging by a thread, hinging on whether or not you followed his lead, but the insane buzz your anxiety had stirred up under Kao’s confused stare and Dabi’s aching cock was impossible to ignore. He rut himself into the dripping curve of your ass, his jeans soaked with your slick as you found the courage to speak.

“Fuh...” Carefully, Dabi pressed a loving kiss to your temple, his stare fixated on Kao’s as you strung the syllables together, “Fuck me, Dabi,”

The hero couldn’t believe his ears. She’d turned him down countless times despite his pursuits, yet she was somehow fine with this? Kao briefly thought that perhaps his crush was a villain this whole time, but that couldn’t make sense with her weak quirk.

You felt Dabi twitch beneath you, the shameless way you showed yourself off was as humiliating as it was hot, and he laughed in lightheaded disbelief against the back of your neck, taking your ass in one hand and slipping the other down his pants, tugging off the painful metal zipper until his boxers were pulled down just enough for his cock to finally be met with the soft warmth of your cunt.

“As the lady commands,” Dabi grinned, reaching around your waist to take his pierced dick in his hand, rubbing and tapping his swollen head deliberately against your clit, pre-cum drenching your pussy as you felt boneless in his arms.

“Ah-! St..S-top tea-sing, Dabi!” You babbled, squirming to try and find an escape from his grasp or maybe trying to force him inside you, but all your struggling did was make him harder. But before you could beg, you froze at the sight of Kao a few feet away, his legs bending into a sprinter’s pose. He was going to run?

Dabi was having none of it, a controlled jet of flame grazing Kao’s knee, scalding the skin beneath the latex. The hero cried out into the bite of his fist, collapsing into the wall a few feet away.

“Nah, hero. You’re not leaving just yet,” The villain rearranged you on his lap, “See, the thought of you jerking off to my girl? It kinda pisses me off, actually,”

The color in Kao’s face drained as he had no choice but to sit and watch as Dabi slowly sunk you down on top of him, one hand drawing soft circles into your stomach as you reveled in the feeling of his piercings hot against every part of you.

“Though, I’m wondering, what did you think about, huh?” Kao sputtered, unable to form words just like you, formless noises falling from your lips.

His scarred hands grasped at the flesh of your thighs, raising you up only to shove you back onto his cock, the flames that still extended to threaten Kao suddenly flared up in time with his thrusts, the weight of him felt so much deeper at this angle and it was hard to breathe, let alone speak.

“I... nothing! I didn’t—“ Another whip of fire cut through the room from Dabi’s fingertips, a cast of blue leaving bubbling skin in its wake, pain flashing across Kao’s face.

“Fuckin’ liar,” You yelped as Dabi shoved you down, moaning into your ear as you squeezed against him, sobbing his name into his chest as he picked up a steady pace in your guts.

Kao cried out, stuttering and gripping along the inflamed line of skin, “I-I thought— thought about her... fuck— I just wanted her to suck me off, alright? There, I said it! Are you happy now?”

He must’ve realized the mistake in his words as soon as he said them, squeezing your eyes shut but having no choice but to smell the stench of burning flesh and hear the sound of muffled screaming as it filled your apartment, “Can’t blame you though, her mouth is God,”

Your hands scrambled for balance against Dabi as the screaming of his victim made him downright feral, filling your tight heat so well it had you crying.

“Damn, you’re soaked for me, doll, I just knew you were a kinky fuck deep down. You’re a slutty little girl for me, aren’t ya?”

As much as it hurt to admit it, he was right. He was painfully right, and you told him so. The unhinged, unstoppable force that was Dabi ignited a passion in you that’d never been fed before. He was torturing the hero you hated all while taking your cunt in deep, harsh thrusts, the metal imbedded into his cock and his chest behind you were blisteringly hot against your skin.

“Tell him, baby,” His question fell on deaf ears, your tongue lolling from your mouth a bit at the pleasure.

It caught you off guard when he drew his hand back and slapped you across the cheek, a blistering red handprint in its wake, saying your name so softly, turning off his quirk to run his hands through your hair, he whispered, “Tell that fucking hero who you belong to,”

The world tipped over as Dabi gripped your shoulders, pushing you onto the wooden coffee table so your ass stuck in the air. In an instant he was on you again, pounding into your cunt with a glazed fervor, your words downright biblical in his ears.

“On-ly... Dabi ca—Ngh, Only Dabi can fuck me this good,” You forced the words from your throat, thankful for the table serving as an impartial shoulder to cry on as Dabi lined himself up with your cunt.

“More, princess,” The snap of his hips had you drooling onto the table, catching sight of Kao’s slumped body in the corner as Dabi’s breath sounded much louder than before.

“Fuck, baby—” You cried, craning your neck back to look at him. Sweat glistened at the crown of his dark hair, steam shading his breath as he took you hard, “Your cock is— shit its so deep in me,”

Your nerves were spent from exhaustion as he railed you, being more vocal than before as he choked at the feeling of your walls tightening around him, his fingernails digging future bruises into your hip dips, “Wanna feel you cum in me, want you to fill me up— Dabi, wanna make you feel good,”

“Fuck, doll, I can’t...” He ground his teeth together, making you squeal as he mounted you from behind, spreading your legs out wide so you had no way to hide yourself, “Gonna fuck’n cum-gonna cum in you- fuck, fuck, fuck—!“

You both hit your highs at the same time, Dabi accidentally digging your face into the wood as he held you as tightly to him as possible, his cum running hot due to his quirk as he pumped you full, that broken cry of yours like music to his ears, humping you a few times to ride out his climax.

You felt warm and safe, Dabi’s weight a comfortable blanket even with your shivering skin pressed naked into the coffee table. However, the quietly groaning hero in the corner made you quickly come back down to earth.

“Dabi... did you kill him?” Your voice was small beneath him, but he just shrugged.

“Nah, not yet, don’t worry,” He kissed your neck one more time, his thumb rubbing circles into your indented stomach, pulling you off the table and back into his arms.

He pulled out of you and grinned at the sight of his release spilling down your thighs, “Damn...” he whispered, taking in the sight with a satisfied whistle, “C’mon Doll, forget about him.”

You were grateful he carried you bridal style to your bedroom, your legs gelatin at this point, and as he laid you down to rest he grabbed one of your discarded shirts that hadn’t made it to the hamper and wiped down the remains of sex from your twitching cunt before leaving the cum-stained top ignored on the ground.

“You doing good, baby? Didn’t go too hard, did I?” His concern was diminished somewhat by the grin on his face, satisfied with the mumbling, love-drunk form he’d reduced you to.

Shaking your head, you burrowed into the warm blankets, peeking your eyes out from beyond the covers in a way that even Dabi couldn’t deny was pretty cute, “No, just... what are you gonna do with Kao?”

His face was unreadable as he leaned closer, “Do you really want to know?”

Truth be told, no, you didn’t, you were just a civilian, far removed from the complex fight between heroes and villains. You were only in this situation because you’d grown to care about Dabi. In some small, sarcastic way, he’d wormed his way into your life, and he hadn’t hurt you so far, only going as close as possible to bring you over the edge again and again.

“No...”

“Good answer,” he stood up, tucking himself back into his jeans as he went back into the living room. You heard a muffled thud and what sounded like Dabi cursing before he reappeared in your bedroom, Kao’s unconscious body slung over his shoulder. For such a wiry guy, Dabi was pretty strong. Moving to the open window he basically threw Kao’s body onto the outside metal grating, his lungs uneven after carrying him.

Just as he swung his leg onto the windowsill you shot up in your bed, hand outstretched, “Wait!”

He turned back to look at you, genuinely confused as to what you could want.

“Kiss me before you go?”

He froze, then grinned, scoffing at the innocent gesture you gave so openly to a murderer like him. There had to be something wrong with his little villain-in-training to make her okay with it, just like him. Dabi ignored that thought for another day, striding forward and finally giving you the goodbye kiss you’d been denied last time, his tongue trying to map out every detail in case he could ever forget before pulling away with a warm softness to his ocean eyes.

“I think I might be starting to like you, Doll,” A feint rush of color fell on his unmarred skin and you’re sure your heart stopped beating for a good three seconds.

His words were a worn record being played over and over in your head long after he crawled down your fire escape, the teasing, sated haze in his voice hidden beneath a rasp of smoke. You weren’t sure how much he meant what he said, but you’re sure that the first thing you said in return was exactly what he wanted to hear; at least judging from the boyish smile that lit up his face when you said it.

“Come back soon, okay?”

“Okay,”

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Has anyone asked for song #1 yet? I'm very curious which song you're listening to most.

I really enjoy your writing in combination with the song prompts! Thank you for sharing it with the world!

Hello darling! Thank you for this ask. As a matter of fact, no one has requested 1!

My number 1 song is the explicit version of "Potential Breakup Song" by Aly and AJ.

I know, I thought it would be a Taylor Swift song, too! I will say, this playlist was from Apple Music and I recently started using Spotify more so idk if this is still accurate for my current No. 1 song, but it's still a bop.

This is a bit of a challenge, but I figure if I can write a fic based on "Yeah!" by Usher, I can give this a try. This fic will be *mostly* funny and fluffy but there's some angst with a happy ending.

5 Times Draco Almost Broke Up With Harry

1.

"Tell me something," Draco said shyly, tracing patterns into Harry's bare arm. Sunlight streamed into the living room, dust motes dancing in the rays.

"What do you mean?"

"Something I don't already know about you."

"Like what?"

Draco's expression turned exasperated. "I don't know, Harry, that's rather the point."

"Right...er, okay, here's something you don't know about me. I don't like whipped cream."

Draco looked at him, startled. "You don't?"

"Er, no. I also don't like marshmallows or--"

"What?"

"Or avocado, or eggs."

Draco sputtered. "What is wrong with you?"

Harry rolled his eyes. "Merlin, here we go."

Draco narrowed his eyes. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Every time I tell people the foods I don't like, they get all indignant and huffy," Harry waved a hand. "It's so weird. Like I've offended them by disliking meringue."

"You don't like meringue?! That's it, I'm breaking up with you."

Harry groaned. "I regret this. I regret everything. Just--forget it."

Draco sighed. "No, no I'm sorry. In my exaggerated teasing, I see how I might've struck a nerve."

"It's fine--I'm just tired of people taking my food preferences as a personal insult."

"I take everything you do as a personal insult."

Harry just chuckled. "That you do, Draco, that you do."

2.

"POTTER!!"

"WHAT?"

"GET IN HERE!"

"WHERE'S 'HERE'?"

"TAKE A WILD GUESS, AUROR POTTER!"

....

"Ah, good to see that your tracking skills aren't too hopeless. Now, care to tell me what's wrong with this picture?"

"Er...you're angry?"

"Yes, I am angry--and the reason for that is obvious if you merely look around the room and see if you can identify what might be bothering me."

"You get really formal when you're upset."

"Potter--"

"And you call me Potter."

"If only you would use your powers of observation for discovering the cause and not the symptoms of my frustration, this conversation would be over."

...

"Is it my socks?"

"Your socks, your pants, your shirt, your trousers--all in a heap in the closet."

"So? I haven't done laundry in a while."

"Potter, you do realize there are laundry spells, don't you? So that dirty clothes don't stink up one's closet?"

"...No?"

Sigh. "Alright, I suppose I won't move out this time."

"Oh, what a relief."

"Was that sarcasm?"

"Never. Especially not toward you, baby."

"I should hope not. Now, c'mere and let me teach you the spell."

3.

"I can't believe you'd betray me like this." Draco shook his head mournfully, bits of snow falling from the top of his warm hat. "I trusted you."

Harry scoffed. His breath fogged in the air. "I told you this was happening today. It's not my fault you weren't listening."

"Asking me post-coital if I'd like to attend the Weasley Family Brunch is Slytherin-level manipulation."

"Did I ever tell you the Sorting Hat almost put me in Slytherin?"

"What?" Draco stopped walking, turning to Harry in shock.

"Yeah. Told me I'd do well. But you'd been such an arse to Ron that I begged it to sort me anywhere else."

Draco rolled his eyes. "Of course. Honestly, I did you a favor. You were practically made for Gryffindor."

"Who knows? Maybe we'd have been friends back then."

Draco glared and Harry snickered.

"You know, Potter, between your little jokes and this stunt you pulled, I'm one insult away from Apparating on the spot and leaving you here."

Harry smiled fondly. Taking Draco's hand, he led them toward the Burrow, its warm light a welcome destination in the icy weather.

"Nah, you won't, you know why?"

"Why?"

Harry smirked. "Because then we won't get to be post-coital together."

Draco scowled. Harry laughed.

4.

"Don't say a word."

"Can I just--"

"Harry."

"But I--"

"Potter. Shut up.

...

"Draco I'm sorry--"

"Harry, what is the one thing I asked you to do when you became an Auror?"

"...Don't be stupid."

"Yes. I asked you not to do anything stupid. I asked you not to impulsively put yourself in harm's way."

"Draco it's my job to protect my partner, and--"

"You don't think I understand that? Of course I do! I can't fault you for being a loyal partner, Harry, but running into a hostage situation without calling for backup is the absolute dumbest thing you could've done! You nearly died!"

"But I didn't! And the case is over now."

"You were in St. Mungos for nearly a week! Do you know how agonizing it was to see you like that? Do you--" Draco's voice cracked and he cut himself off, turning away from Harry.

Harry's heart clenched. He walked up to Draco and wrapped strong arms around him from behind, expecting to be pushed away. Instead, Draco leaned into the touch.

"I know your job has its risks, Harry, but the least you can do is not create them for yourself. You said the Sorting Hat nearly put you in Slytherin; some self-preservation would be good for you."

Harry sighed, nuzzling Draco's neck. "Okay. I'll try."

Draco turned in his arms, looking at Harry with wet eyes. "Good. The last thing I want to do is break up with you, but I couldn't handle it if I lost you any other way, I--" The tears spilled at that. Draco's face flushed in embarrassment, in anguish.

Harry's chest constricted. He pulled Draco close to himself and stroked his hair, letting the other man cry his fears into his shirt.

"I won't let it happen, Draco. I promise."

Draco nodded, his cheek brushing Harry's shirt.

Harry smiled. They'd be okay.

5.

Draco was going to kill Harry.

He was going to break up with him, and then kill him, and then revive him just to break up with him once more.

He cast a Tempus. 8:20.

Over an hour. Over an hour he'd been waiting for Harry to return home. He was beginning to get hot in his tailored suit, despite the cooling charms.

He hadn't heard anything. No Owl, no Floo, no nothing. Either Harry had no respect for decorum or...

Nope. Draco couldn't go there, wouldn't. Harry promised and he always kept his promises.

Suddenly, the Floo roared to life, making Draco jump. Harry stumbled through with a panicked expression on his face, dusting the Floo powder from his formal robes.

"Draco! Merlin, I'm so sorry, I thought I had time and then everything got all screwed up and I got here as fast as I could."

Draco sighed. "It's fine, Harry, let's just order takeaway."

"Why?"

"Well, we missed our reservation. Cerise won't wait for more than thirty minutes."

Harry pursed his lips. "What if I had something else in mind?"

Draco narrowed his eyes. "What do you mean?"

With a smirk, Harry tossed him a hairbrush, which Draco caught with Seeker instinct.

"Harry wh--" His eyes widened as he felt the pull of a portkey, the sound of Harry's amused laughter echoing behind him.

He landed with a thud on a balcony. After a crack, Harry appeared next to him, gasping to catch his breath for a moment.

"Potter, what the fuck?"

Harry chuckled. "Surprise! Look around, Draco."

Draco's breath caught as he finally took in his surroundings. They were standing on a balcony in Paris, confirmed by the sight of La Tour Eiffel in the distance. The lights of the city twinkled like stars below them. On the balcony were two chairs and a small table with hot food under a stasis charm. A bottle of wine and two glasses sat ready for them. Draco checked the label and confirmed with a gasp that it was a 1989 Chateau Lafleur.

"Harry, I--" Draco turned around but was startled into silence at the sight of Harry on his knee, a hopeful smile on his face and a small black box in his hand.

Draco's eyes went wide. "What?" He breathed.

Harry bit his lip. "Draco, I'm sorry I don't like whipped cream. I'm sorry I forget to do laundry, and that I dragged you to Sunday dinner. I'm sorry that I worry you sometimes because my job is dangerous. I'm sorry I run late to our dates sometimes.

But I promise to give you the avocado from my sandwich. I promise to try to remember the spells you taught me, and to use my manipulative powers for good and not evil. I promise I'll use better judgment in the field. And I promise I'll try to be on time for our dates.

And I promise to do all of this for as long as I can, as long as you let me. And if you do--if you promise to love me for the rest of our lives--I promise to do the same. Draco Malfoy, will you marry me?"

Draco let out a delighted, euphoric laugh. "Yes, yes of course I'll marry you!"

Harry grinned and rose from his knee to pull Draco into a nearly bruising kiss. When they pulled apart, they pressed their foreheads together and looked as Harry slid the ring, a simple silver band with tiny emeralds, onto Draco's finger.

As they ate dinner, looking out over the city, Harry gave him a cheeky grin. "So, tell me, how'd I do?"

Draco raised his eyebrows. "With tonight? The proposal?"

"Yeah, what'd you think? I hope it made up for me being late. I'm sure you were about ten minutes from breaking up with me," Harry said with a chuckle.

Draco shook his head and smirked. "No, Harry," he raised the glass of wine to his lips. "I'd never do that."

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All Men Have Limits - VI

Character: Dick Grayson x Reader x Bruce Wayne

Summary: A certain bat believes that Y/N is in way over her head, that she’s too naive to act in her best interest. So, whether she wants it or not, the vigilante family is going to help and protect her before she gets herself killed.

Word Count: 3,800+

Previously on…

“Nightwing! Regroup!” Bruce snapped into the comms again.

No matter how dire the situation was, they always stuck with their codenames while in uniform. But right now, Bruce wanted to scream at Dick to get his shit together.

Dick was quiet for a moment, allowing his family to only hear the roaring of his motorcycle as it zipped through the streets of Gotham.

“By the time we regroup, she’ll be dead,” Dick answered darkly.

This was the biggest difference between Dick and Bruce.

Dick wasn’t ruled by his emotions – except when it involved the safety of people he cared for and loved. When that happened, his emotions took control. It was very unlike Bruce, which just proved there were some things Dick simply couldn’t get trained out of him.

Bruce was always calm and collected – even when it was his kids that were in danger. Was he scared for Y/N’s life? Yes. But he also knew that panicking and going in hot was not going to help her. If anything, it would put more people in danger.

“Jason is following him,” Tim announced.

Jason might’ve refused to use comms, but they still had a tracker on his bike.

“What’s the plan?” Tim asked.

——————

Y/N probably looked like a drunk driver from the way she was serpentining to the heart of Gotham.

But she was tried to load a magazine into her gun as she ran every red light without getting t-boned by oncoming traffic.

It was…a lot. Especially since Y/N knew she were driving to her assassination.

It hadn’t been hard sneaking past the internal security at the manor. Y/N knew she could do it since she was brought there. But she decided to save that knowledge for the right time. And that was tonight. It was clearly designed mostly for Damian – or perhaps for any of the boys when they were younger and rebellious.

Then Y/N had to jumpstart the first car she saw parked on the street near Wayne Manor, which took longer than she had liked.

She might not have a lot of skills in the combat area. But she was rather resourceful in almost every other way – which included hijacking cars.

Y/N was so panicked about making it to the city before they could intervene, that her mind wasn’t really processing what was about to happen.

All Y/N knew was that she hoped they’d be done with it before any of them knew what was happening and could try to stop it.

She knew what they would’ve said. They would’ve told her to stay where she was and they would handle it. They would’ve done everything to keep her safe while also trying to save Gotham.

But Y/N couldn’t wait to see if she was responsible for the deaths of thousands while she sat on her ass and did nothing.

So she took her life into her own hands.

She gave enough information for them to use. Even if she was gone, she’d given them enough leads to finish the job without her.

Now her time was up.

Y/N knew eventually time would catch to her. She’d lived a far too risky life, threatened the most dangerous people, ruined the lives and locked up even more of dangerous people. It was only a matter of time before her luck ran out.

Y/N skidded the car to a stop. And she realized her hands were shaking as she threw the car into park.

She hadn’t stopped driving until she reached Old Gotham – right underneath the Clock Tower.

It was a nice, wealthy part of the city, which meant that there weren’t questionable people lingering on the streets.

In fact, it was eerily quiet – even for such a nice neighborhood. Y/N didn’t see a single person walking around in her vicinity.

But when she turned, there were five masked people watching her.

The Talons.

Their faces and bodies were completely covered, with their masks and goggles reminiscent of actual owls.

All of them had an arsenal of some sort of bladed weapon – countless knives, katanas, axes, or even broadswords. And, of course, they all had talons. 

“So you are the irritant,” one of them greeted, his voice muffled from his gear.

Y/N took a step back as she grabbed her gun out of the back of her waist.

But she felt a presence behind her and whipped around to see more Talons surrounding her.

Did they really expect her to be able to put up that much of a fight?

“I’ve been called worse,” Y/N smirked.

She was clearly in denial that she was about to die.

They all unsheathed their weapons.

But Y/N wasn’t going to let them make the first move.

She started shooting bullets. Either they were wearing bullet-proof vests or they were blocking her bullets with their weapons. It was all happening so fast that she couldn’t figure it out. She knew her aim wasn’t off. Jason had been secretly teaching her how to shoot. And she’d gotten rather good with his help.

“Fuck,” Y/N hissed when her magazine was empty and she had failed to take down a single Talon.

As she tried to reload the magazine, their patience ran out.

One of them knocked the gun out of her hand, slicing the skin in the process.

Before Y/N could look down at the damage, another Talon wrapped his hand around her neck and lifted her off the ground like a doll.

“How can such a weak and pathetic woman have caused such a nuisance?” He cooed at her as he tilted his head, inspecting her.

Y/N couldn’t reply even if she wanted to.

Her hands were frantically trying to free herself, nails ripping at the armor and gloves of the Talon.

“Perhaps she could be of use to us,” one of them spoke up. “Unless she’d rather die…”

But before they could drop her or make a decision, someone dropped into the middle of the chaos with a blur.

Next thing Y/N knew, she was being dropped to the ground and coughing to recover her breath.

When she looked up, she saw Dick – no, Nightwing – taking on all of the Talons who were sent to kill her.

Yes, Y/N had frequently seen Dick train with Bruce and his brothers. However, this was something entirely different.

Y/N watched in shock as Dick used his escrima sticks to take out the Talons in droves. He flipped, kicked, punched, and moved in a way Y/N had never seen before.

There was a moment of pause that gave him the opportunity to meet her gaze.

“Y/N, run!” Dick screamed as he flipped away from the deadly claws of a Talon.

She blinked at his command and snapped out of her daze.

Jumping to her feet, she did as he said.

But she only got a few yards before two more Talons dropped in front of her and blocked her path.

Her fear was interrupted by bullets raining on them seconds before a motorcycle flew into her peripheral.

Red Hood did a front wheel break and swung his motorcycle so precisely that he managed to take out both of the Talons with the backend of his bike.  

He turned to look at her. “Get on.”

But Y/N looked behind her at Dick, who was fighting Talon after Talon.

“What about Di–” she stopped herself from using his name. “What about Nightwing?!”

“Batman is on his way with the others. But right now, we have to get you out of here,” Jason yelled back.

Right on cue, the Batmobile came screaming toward them, as well as Tim on his motorcycle.

“Y/N, get on the motherfucking bike,” Jason warned her.

She turned around again and saw Dick now being aided by Damian, Tim, and Bruce. They were finally starting to overpower the Talons.

Clearly they hadn’t sent the numbers to defend themselves against the entire bat family. They probably assumed Y/N would head their warning and arrive unaccompanied. And Y/N did. But both her and The Court underestimated the vigilante family’s protectiveness towards her.

Y/N finally listened to Jason and jumped on the back of his motorcycle.

Barely giving her a second to adjust, Jason floored it and sped away from the fight as quickly as possible.

This motorcycle ride was nothing like the one Y/N shared with Dick.

Jason rode like bat out of hell, whipping around tight corners without slowing down. And even with her vice-like grip around his waist, Y/N felt like she could fly off at any moment. The wind stung against her skin like a million little needles.

“Where are we going?” Y/N tried to scream to him.

“We have to make sure they’re not tracking us before we return to the cave!”

Y/N couldn’t tell how long they had been driving around. But her arms and muscles were sore from the tension of holding on for dear life. She was so exhausted that if she hadn’t been so scared, she probably could’ve fallen asleep on the back of Jason’s motorcycle – even with his reckless driving.

Without any warning, Jason veered into a parking garage and went to the basement level where no cars were parked. He must’ve pressed a button because a hidden compartment was opening against the cement wall and suddenly they were driving through it.

Y/N got off the bike as soon as he stopped and looked around.

It must be one of his safehouses.

To her surprise, Jason took off his Red Hood helmet and then the domino mask underneath. He also grabbed some clothes that would either cover his Red Hood uniform or make it look like civilian clothing.

He pointed to a car, “Come on.”

Y/N followed him silently and got into the passenger seat.

It was a 20 minute ride back to the manor.

And it finally gave Y/N time to actually process what she had planned to do tonight. 

“Wanna talk about it?” Jason asked after 10 minutes of silence.

“And say what?” She challenged.

He smirked. “I don’t know. Maybe how you enjoy playing sacrificial lamb.”

Y/N ground her teeth together. “That’s oversimplifying it, and you know it.”

Jason just shrugged.

“That’s it?” She asked when he didn’t follow up with any more questions. “Really? You’re not going to start lecturing me?”

“Oh, definitely not. ‘Cause you’re gonna get a shit ton of that when Bruce sees you – maybe even from Dick, if he’s not too overwhelmed with relief from seeing you in one piece. Which, by the way, you’re very lucky to be.”

Y/N had no response to that.

The rest of the ride was quiet, except for the local classic rock radio station that Jason decided to turn on.

To their surprise, no one was waiting in the cave for them. But Dick and Tim’s motorcycles were parked, as well as the batmobile. So they had clearly returned.

“That might not be a great sign…” Jason mumbled as got out of his civilian car. “Come on,” he nudged with his head as he started making his way to the stairs that led back into the manor.

When they got up, Jason followed the sounds of voices coming from the kitchen.

Y/N’s eyes immediately took in the group, worried that someone would be missing.

No one was in full uniform. Tim and Damian were in sweats. Bruce’s cape and cowl were gone, but his full body armor was still on.

The three of them and Alfred were all gathered around Dick, who was sitting on the island counter shirtless with nothing but his black compression shorts on.

One of his left eye was black, there was dried blood below his nostrils, his bottom lip was split and swollen. But Y/N’s eyes were only looking at the wound on his side that Alfred was currently stitching. Clearly one of the Talons’ swords found an in.

When the family heard Jason and Y/N’s entrance, all eyes were on them.

Dick looked relieved.

But Bruce? He looked livid.

“What the hell were you thinking?”

He didn’t yell. No, instead his voice was low and even. And it scared Y/N more than yelling ever could.

But she was too busy looking at Dick’s injuries with concern.

Then her gaze raced to Tim and Damian, looking them up and down to try and assess if they had any injuries. But they seemed in good shape.

“Y/N!” Bruce snapped.

Finally she acknowledged him. 

“What?!” She growled in return.

“What were you thinking?”

“Bruce…” Dick warned quietly.

They had all seen Bruce get this way. And they all unfortunately had been on the other side of his wrath. They could see the telltale signs that Bruce was about to give one of his level-headed, but extremely disappointed speeches.

Except there was one big difference this time: Y/N wasn’t one of Bruce’s kids.

And by now, all of the boys had figured out that Bruce was feeling some kind of way about her. Even Damian had finally realized that Y/N wasn’t just an ally or fellow vigilante to his father.

“How about we all take in a deep breath and appreciate that none of us are dead?” Jason asked the group loudly. “Because we know that hasn’t always been on the case in the past…”

But Bruce ignored Jason and took a step to Y/N.

“You could’ve been killed,” he muttered quickly.

“I was trying to save innocent lives!” Y/N snapped.

“You should’ve told us as soon as you received the threat,” he countered.

“Why? So you could sideline me and make decisions about my fucking life?”

“We would have come up with a plan. One that did not involve you hot-wiring a car and driving to your death.”

“I was trying not to endanger anyone else, meaning all five of you!”

“And look how that ended,” Bruce answered darkly as she gesture to Dick, who was now stitched up and Alfred was putting a wrap around his torso.

“You can’t just shove your way into my life whenever you feel like it!” Y/N finally shouted at Bruce. “I was doing just fine before you added yourself to the situation.”

This wasn’t just about tonight anymore. The tension in their relationship had now flooded into the argument, finally reaching its boiling point.

“Tonight proved otherwise,” Bruce told her evenly.

But Bruce remaining too calm and showing no emotional reaction was only infuriating Y/N more.

“Hey!” Y/N yelled. “Just because I don’t put on a stupid costume and punch my way out of problems doesn’t mean you’re better than me. In fact, you would be screwed if it weren’t for me. You need me. You need me more than I need you.”

Bruce just glared at her.

“What? Nothing to say?”

“We can have a discussion when you stop behaving like a child.”

And it was finally what made Y/N snap.

She lunged at him.

What she planned on doing to him was beyond her. Everyone, including herself, knew she didn’t stand a chance against a petty fight with Batman. She probably couldn’t even land a punch if he let her.

Thankfully, she would never have to get that proven to her. Because Dick put a stop to it before it could actually start.

When he had moved off the counter and closer to their argument, she didn’t know.

But now Dick was finally intervening as he wrapped his arms around Y/N from behind her, pinning her arms to her side and pressing her back to his chest.

“A child?!” Y/N screamed as she tried to fight her way out of Dick’s grip. “Should I remind you that you fucked this ‘child’?!”

“Alright,” Dick warned her calmly. “That’s enough.”

“Let go of me!”

“Calm down,” he told her quietly.

Suddenly, Y/N remembered that Dick was injured, and he was injured because of her. And now she was thrashing against him, probably causing him harm and putting him at risk of opening the stitches Alfred had just finished.

“Fine,” she huffed. “I’m calm.”

But Dick waited a second or two before he decided to believe her.

When he let go, she lightly shoved him away from her and made her escape.

The whole family watched her leave, and felt the awkward tension that filled the room after she’d gone.

Tim looked shocked.

Jason glared at Bruce.

Damian seemed rather disappointed – in Y/N or his father, no one could figure out.

Dick eyed Bruce. “Great job,” he told him darkly.

Bruce just crossed this arms and sighed.

Dick gestured in the direction that Y/N went. “Aren’t you going to go after her?”

But he knew already from Bruce’s expression that he wasn’t going to anything of the sort.

“You know what, forget it.” Dick huffed before heading in the general direction that Y/N had escaped.

But Jason wasn’t going to let Bruce off the hook so easily.

“What the fuck is the matter with you?” He hissed.

“Stay out of it, Jason.”

“Stay out of it?” He mocked. “Yeah, it’s a little bit hard to do that when her safety has become a family matter.” Jason shook his head in disappointment and turned to leave, “I’m out of here.”

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When Dick tried to retrace Y/N’s steps, he found the front door of the manor wide open. The sight was rather eerie for some reason. But Dick stepped onto the front of the manor and looked out at the land.

Had she made a run for the gate?

It wouldn’t be the first time tonight, clearly.

But after a few scans of the property, he eventually found her.

Despite the circumstances, Dick couldn’t help but smirk when he found Y/N sprawled on the great lawn of the manor, laying on her back and staring up at the stars.

He stood over her. “I’m surprised you didn’t make a run for it.”

“Oh, I tried,” she told him matter of factly. “Bastard’s already updated the security system from earlier tonight.”

“Believe it or not, that’s his way of saying he cares. Just ask Damian.” He slowly sat down on the lawn with her, but made sure to still give her some space.

“No. It’s his way of reminding me that he’s the one in control.”

Dick winced, knowing there was probably truth to that, too.

“He shouldn’t have said that to you,” Dick sighed.

Y/N scoffed. “What part?”  

He hesitated before clarifying. “You’re not a child.”

She went quiet, not expecting him to get right to it.

“Well, we’re the same age…so of course you’d say that.”

Dick rubbed his face, knowing this was a losing battle. Nothing he said on the matter would bring her comfort.

Y/N finally looked away from the stars and her face scrunched in guilt and worry as she took in Dick’s fresh bandage. There was a pinkish blotch that showed just how big the wound was.

Slowly she sat up and turned to him. “Are you okay?” She whispered shakily.

He grinned at her concern. “Believe it or not, this is nothing.”

But Y/N still reached forward and cupped his face. Her thumb traced around his black eye, but made sure not to put any pressure on the swollen skin.

Dick leaned into her touch, not bothering to try and hide the affection.

“This is exactly what I didn’t want,” Y/N mumbled.

Dick opened his mouth, but then quickly changed his mind and closed it again.

“What?” She pushed.

But before Dick would answer, he slowly moved into her space. Then he pressed his forehead to hers.

“Please, don’t do anything like that again.”

His approach was different, but it was clear Dick and Bruce felt the same way about the stunt she had pulled. 

Y/N was quiet.

“I understand why you did it. I really do.” He added quickly. “But just…” He paused and took in a shaky inhale. “Tonight scared the hell out of me, Y/N.”

“I’m sorry,” Y/N whispered.  

“I know you are. I saw it on your face as soon as you saw my injuries.” His eyes went dark. “But we can’t do things like that. We have to work together or this is all going to explode in our faces.”

Y/N thought over his words.

His hands went to cup her face.

“Deal?” He pushed.

She nodded.

Then Dick’s eyes moved down to her throat.The blistering red was already fading and being replaced by purple and blue bruising.

His mind flashed back to earlier, how he saw her dangling by her throat and unable to escape the Talon’s grip. The sight had caused him to rush into battle, not thinking of a plan before doing so. It went against everything Bruce had taught him. But seeing Y/N’s life in danger made him black out.

“We should get some ice for your neck,” Dick muttered quietly.

Then he looked down at her hand. It had stopped bleeding, but the cut looked painful and there was dried blood surrounding it.

“Fucker sliced it when he knocked my gun out of my hand,” Y/N mumbled when she saw Dick staring at it.

He eyed her suspiciously. “And I suppose Jason’s been helping with that, huh?”

She cringed. “Maybe…”

Dick just huffed and shook his head.

He started getting up, “Come on. Let me clean that cut and get some ice for your neck.”

But Y/N pulled him back down.

“Wait. Can we…Can we just stay for a bit?” She asked quietly, and then pointed up and laid back down in the grass to stare up at the sky.

Dick smirked and nodded.

He joined her, moving closer this time so their shoulders touched.

“You can actually see the stars out here,” Y/N sighed.

The smog and city lights of Gotham made them invisible.

But now they were far enough to see a few.

Dick thought about all the places he used to travel to with the circus. Some of them were so far removed from society that he could see every single star at night.

But he didn’t tell Y/N that this was nothing compared to those places.

Instead, Dick just slowly moved his hand and grabbed Y/Ns, interlacing their fingers. A part of him expected her to pull away. But she squeezed his hand and kept looking up.

—

Alfred found Bruce in the library, looking out the windows.

When he joined his side, he saw what Bruce was looking at: Dick and Y/N laying on the grass of the great lawn, stargazing.

“You’re disappointed in me,” Bruce said without taking his eyes off the two.

“I said nothing of the sort, Master Wayne.”

Bruce frowned. “You don’t have to.”

“She is not another charge, Master Wayne.” Alfred sighed. “Therefore you should not treat her as such.”

“I’m trying to keep her safe.”

“Why do you think she said nothing of the threat?” Alfred countered. “Why do you think she did not believe she could trust you?”

Bruce said nothing.

“You put the safety of Gotham over your own life every night, Master Wayne.” Alfred continued. “Yet you are so spiteful towards others who do the same.”

That finally made Bruce turn away from the window to look at Alfred.

“You owe her an apology,” Alfred finally confirmed. “Even if Master Dick has become rather good at cleaning up your messes.” 

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Part 7

Let me know what you think – please, please, please.  

[seungcy]

Chapter 8 - lost cats, cute neighbors

After knocking on almost all of your neighbors doors, you let out a sigh in disbelief of how your small kitten could’ve possibly escaped your apartment. Luckily some of your neighbors were home and, like Joshua and Jeonghan, all of them answered the same:

“Nope haven’t seen her, sorry.”

As you defeatedly walked back to your apartment, you realized you never asked your neighbor to the right of your apartment. You recall to a couple minutes earlier when you had left your apartment and knocked on all of the doors to the left of yours.

You mentally slap yourself for not checking in with the neighbor right beside you. You take a deep breath and raise your hand to gently knock on the door.

After what felt like forever, the door slowly opens. Behind the door, you’re met with a male, shiny round glasses resting on the lower part of his nose bridge and shaggy restless dark hair. You’re awestruck.

‘He must be new here.’ You think to yourself. He opens the door a bit wider, allowing you to see more of his person. He extends his arm, causing you to quickly extend yours as well, now the both of you shaking hands. “Nice to meet you. How can I help you?” He asks.

‘Geez Louise this guys voice is deep.’ You smile and pull your hand back to yourself, using the same hand to pull out your phone. “Sorry to bother you but my cat seemed to have left my apartment building. I’m room A126 so she might’ve walked around on this floor.” You say as you click on one of the many photos of your kitten and show it to him.

He sits still for a bit before his lips turn upwards, making your face feel sudden warmth. “Ah,” he starts off, opening his door now completely allowing you to look in. “So you’re this little one’s owner.” He laughs as he walks over to his couch and picks up the small kitten who was peacefully sleeping. You almost gasp from relief to see your kitten.

“Foobie!” You whisper yell as the kitten lazily meows back. He walks back to you and carefully sets your kitten back into your arms. “Here you go, thanks for visiting Foobie.” He says as he runs his finger over the top of the kittens head. Foobie purrs in return and you almost melt at how affectionate she’s become. You smile and look up to the male again. “I never got your name. And also thank you for keeping Foobie safe for me.”

He shakes his head, indicating it wasn’t a big deal. “I’m Wonwoo, what’s your name?” He asks as he continues to pet your kittens head.

“Yn.” You say, your heart fluttering at the sight of him still petting your cat.

“Cute name.”

summary: ✧˖ Many know the saying of curiosity killed the cat. Fortunately, yours ended up in your (cute) new neighbors apartment.

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Diabolik lovers Chaos Lineage: Shin Tsukinami (Story 12)

In terms of the gameplay: The black choices lead up to a bad ending, the white choices lead up to a good ending. Please no reposting onto other sites, ask me before translating this into another language too! If you enjoy these translations, please consider supporting me on ko-fi.

Place: Abandoned house — Outside

Yui: (Yesterday I was apparently the first one to fall asleep. Was I really that tired though?)

Kino: How nice. C’mon, it’s hot now.

It’s some food I’ve been stealing beforehand, so please eat it as carefully as you can.

Yui: Kino-kun, thank you.

Shin: Did you steal things like this before us knowing about it too?

Kino: I might’ve taken some while you two were resting a bit.

For once, I wasn’t just playing around as you see.

Shin: No, that’s an extension of playing around, don’t you think?

Kino: Meanie. I only brought it with me because I thought that girl might be hungry to begin with. 

Yui: Really? Thank you for your concern then.

Kino: Ah, yeah! I also found something really interesting while I was searching for food!

I want to show it to Shin, so wait here for a hot minute. I’ll go get it.

*Kino leaves*

Shin: What could be so interesting? Well, whatever. I shouldn’t be surprised about anything that guy pulls up anymore.

Go on, you can eat without holding back now. You’re hungry, aren’t you?

Yui: Yep, after everything that happened, I really am. Thanks for the food! 

Ah, it’s hot… ! 

(The meat is really hot because it was freshly roasted… !)

Shin: You’re not a child anymore, so eat more calmly than that. Nobody’s taking it away from you after all.

Yui: Yes, you’re right. 

...Nn, it hurts… it looks like I burnt my tongue

Shin: Haa. Your clumsiness is showing, seriously.

*Shin gets closer*

Shin: Alright, show me your tongue. I have to check on it before it might get even worse.

Yui: Eh!? I’m fine, really! It’s not that big of a deal.

Shin: If it gets worse you’ll suffer deterioration. It’s better to show me yourself before I’m forced to pull your tongue out myself, right?

Yui: (Uhh… it’s no use, but I still hate it… let’s see)

Fine, I get it. I’ll show you myself.

Shin: What? I would’ve been fine with pulling it out myself as well.

Yui: No, thanks… ! Alright, Nn…

*Yui shows tongue*

Shin: Ah, it’s getting really red.

Should I take care of it? It would heal way faster like that, don’t you think?

Yui: Eh!? No! You don’t have to go that far, I’m fine.

Shin: You shouldn’t decline. I would be glad to help you out for the sake of it healing faster. 

Yui: T-That’s not...

Shin: Perhaps you would rather want to be bitten by my fangs than simply being treated? Well, if that’s so you could’ve told me earlier.

Yui: That’s not what I asked for… ! 

Shin: Looks as if the third wheel’s about to come back. I’ll settle this now or never then.

Nn…

*Shin kisses Yui*

Yui: Nn…

Shin: Kuku, your face is bright red. You’re still shy even if it’s just kissing.

If you don’t get used to it, there might be some difficulties in the future.

Yui: It’s embarrassing to me, therefore I can’t help it, okay… !?

Kino: ...Ahem, Ahem! 

Yui: Ah, Kino-kun! You’re back!

Kino: Yep, I’m back. Ah, don’t worry about me, just keep going.

*Shin backs off*

Shin: We can’t easily continue now. There’s nothing more we’re gonna show you either.

Kino: How lewd. Well, whatever. Apart from that, I want you to look at this. 

*Kino gets closer*

Yui: Ah, talking about it, you wanted to show us something interesting, right… ? 

Kino: Hm, yep! Tada, look at this! It’s a caricature of Shin! 

Yui: Eh? Of Shin-kun?

Shin: Uwah! Where did you get this from!?

Kino: I found it when exploring the Orange mansion. I brought it reflexively with me because it was kinda an amazing sketch, in my opinion.

Hey, did you draw this? I found it in Shin-kun’s room, but...

Shin: T-That’s...

Yui: But it looks really good. Did Shin-kun draw this all by himself?

Shin: It’s not like that. Because I had no time to do it myself, I let a familiar draw it for me instead.

Kino: Hmm, so it’s a portrait? As expected from a founder, they really act differently.

But even so, do you really like yourself that much? This portrait is way prettier than you actually are though.

Shin: Shut up! I mean, you’re not beautifaction yourself in person either! I at least let them draw me faithfully.

I’m totally fine with how this turned out. We have to talk about way more important things than that anyway. 

Kino: Yep, Yep. Let’s talk seriously about this matter from now on. Does any of you got something?

Shin: I… I want to regain my brother’s memory.

After I first got to observe the situation, I immediately felt as if it’s an impossible task. We met each other face to face several times, yet I haven’t noticed any change in him.

Yui: Shin-kun…

Kino: Well, guess so. 

Shin: So I think it’s best to find a way to get out of here first, before trying anything with him again.

Kino: Don’t you think that this is also difficult? We’ve just been looking around the mansions for now, that’s it. And even there were no clues.

Shin: I know that. I just want to get out of this ridiculous place if possible. Maybe his memory would come back naturally then.

...I thought that if I can’t somehow shake his memory, they might be able to come back themselves by any chance.

Kino: By chance, huh? Does that mean you actually cared about what I said yesterday?

Shin: ...Not really.

Yui: Yesterday? 

(I wonder what happened while I was asleep?)

Shin: So, what’s it? Do you think it’s the opposite? 

Kino: No. As you said it yourself, I think it would be quicker to get out of here first.

Shin: Thought so. What do you think?

Choices

1) What about Carla-san then? (black)

2) I want to know how to escape (white)♡ ♡ ♡

— What about Carla-san then? 

Yui: What about Carla-san then? You’re the one who wants him to remember the most after all.

Shin: It can’t be helped. I’m worried about my brother, yes, but I can’t let this be a constant priority that weighs on my mind. 

Yui: You’re right. As long as Shin-kun’s fine, I think it would be better to find an escape route first too.

Kino: Aight, it’s unanimous.

— I want to know how to escape♡

Yui: I think it would be best to find a way to escape from here first as well. Maybe Carla-san’s memory will come back once we escape.

Shin: Right? It wouldn’t make sense if we meaninglessly return home without all of their memories coming back to them. We, Kino and everyone else.

Yes, that would be a reason to postpone my brother. This is what we should aim for in the future...

Yui: (He’s speaking to us as if he’s entirely trying to convince himself about this)

(Maybe Shin-kun really wants to go and actually see Carla-san as soon as possible)

(I can’t get this feeling of them wanting to desperately kill us off either though…)

It’ll be fine, Shin-kun. I’m sure this won’t last too long anymore.

Shin: Yes, it’ll be fine. I know that.

Alright, unanimity agreed to it then.

Yui: Yes.

Kino: Okey-doke.

end Choices

Shin: That’s settled then.

Kino: I guess he’ll be able to manage his memory somehow or another. If I could go back to my original house, Yuri would probably help me for sure.

Yui: Yuri-san?

Kino: He’s my loyal servant. As soon as I get home from here, I’ll let him do some research in order to restore your brother's memory.

Shin: Yes, that would help a lot.

Kino: But, y’know… Even if we’re looking for an escape route, we have to first of all figure out how we were brought to this place 

Shin: It’s worse, especially since we know nothing about this place. If there are at least any hints somewhere...

Yui: That’s true. It was also one of the reasons we went into each of the mansions...

Shin: Seriously, did you notice anything?

Yui: What I noticed—

*flashbacks*

Yui: Ah! Speaking of that—

Shin: What?

Yui: Each of the mansions had the exact amounts of chess pieces on their chess boards

Shin: Now that you mention it, I do think I noticed one standing in the living room of the Orange mansion once...

Kino: Ah, there was also one in Scarlet’s mansion.

Yui: I remember there was also one in the Violet mansion. Besides, the floor of the church also has a checkered pattern of black and white marble—

Kino: Like a chessboard.

Yui: Yes!

Shin: I see. But what exactly does this have to do with this? Both are probably just there as decorations.

Kino: No, I doubt that it’s just for decoration… I see now.

Yui: Kino-kun, did you figure something out?

Kino: I wouldn’t call it “figure”. It’s just that I thought of something...

We were forcibly dumbed off in this unknown place and also got a fake memory. In my opinion, this all seems as if it’s definitely someone’s work.

Shin: So you’re saying there’s a mastermind?

Kino: Exactly. If there’s an ongoing game, there also has to be a mastermind behind it.

Us, as the players, were given those hints to probably keep this as interesting as we can.

Shin: Hah? In other words— ...Nn!

Yui: Shin-kun? What’s wrong? Why did you suddenly stand up?

*Shin sniffs air*

Shin: Hnff

Damn it! We’re surrounded!

Yui: Eh… !?

Ayato: Guess we finally found you, traitors!

Kanato: You did terrible things to us, remember? There is no way we would let you kidnap Eve and then join hands with the enemy—

Yui: (Ayato-kun! Kanato-kun! And—)

Ruki: —Shin, I get it now…

I would’ve never expected for my most trusted person to end up betraying me as simple as that.

Shin: Ru… Brother…

Ruki: A traitor, such as yourself, has no right to call me his brother any longer!

Yui: ...Nn!

Shin: It’s useless even if I’ll try to explain. But I never intended to look as if I was about to betray you or anything, I swear.

I know you were a good brother, even if you’ve never been my real older brother in the end...

Ruki: I’ve got no idea about what strange things you’re blabbering, yet the confirmation of you being here is fact enough.

It doesn’t change the situation, even if you start coming up with excuses.

Ayato: Hey, Ruki! Let’s take these guys out quickly!

Kanato: That’s right. Let’s rightfully punish them. I’ll tear them into pieces once I get my hands around them.

Yui: (What should we do now? If we’re doing nothing, they’ll start a battle—! Am I really not able to somehow avoid this?)

Kino: Shin, what do we do?

Shin: The only ones with fighting skills are you and me. It would be 3 vs 2...

Kino: Besides, it would be a battle while we’d also have to try to protect the girl from being taken away from us.

Yui: (What should I do… I’m holding them back from what they have to do because I’m with them)

Shin: We have no choice, seems as if we really have to confront our problems head-on and fight them.

Kino: Eh? That’s not true. If you transform yourself into a wolf, you could carry her and easily run away.

Shin: Hah? I can’t just do that!

Kino: ...Why not? Do you really have to complain about my strategy now?

Shin: My back is limited to only giving one of you a ride! I don’t know if you’d be able to get away without me helping you!

Kino: ...Nn!! What… why would you say something like that…

*Kino mumbles*

Kino: Ahh… I guess I have no choice but to save you as a repayment now too. 

Yui: ….. ?

Shin: So instead of running away, I’d like to break through this in our own ways...

Kino: No, we’re gonna avoid confronting them head-on and not fight them. We’re changing strategies.

Shin: Hah? Why change them so late...

Kino: Ready? When I’ll give you the signal, you have to run.

Shin: Eh? What do you mean?

Kino: With this, we’ll easily be able to get away right in front of them… you guys, close your eyes and noses! 

*Kino throws something*

Ayato: What the!? What did he throw!?

Kanato: A pouch… ?

Ruki: ...Nn! That’s not just a mere pouch. Close your eyes and hold your breath!

*pouch explodes*

Kanato: Ahem, Ahem, Ahem

Ayato: Ngh! What’s going on here!? I can’t see shit anymore! Ahem, Ahem.

Ruki: Kch… Ayato, Kanato can you see the enemy? 

Ayato: Don’t bullshit me! I can’t see anything!

Shin: Damn, that guy’s really something. But he saved us! We only have to run away now!

Yui: (Shin-kun’s voice!)

Where? Where are you? I can’t see anything! 

Shin: Over here!

*Shin grabs Yui*

Yui: (The one holding my hand right now… it’s Shin-kun!)

Kino: Hurry, both of you! 

Yui: (I also heard Kino-kun’s voice. I’m sure I’ll be fine as long as I follow the sound of their voices— !)

Place: Outside — Forest

Yui: Haa… Haa… Haa—

Shin: Haa… Haa…

Kino: Haa, Haa…

Shin: Kino, what was that about?

Kino: It was a wheat bomb.

Yui: Huh!?

Kino: I secretly made it when we were in the Violet mansion back then. All I did was wrap the smoldering wheat in a cloth, get it?

Shin: And you really made that yourself? You’re an unexpectedly shrewd guy.

Yui: Thanks to that, we were saved! Thank you, Kino-kun!  

Kino: I have to admit… I’d love to hear you praise me more, but we have to worry about running away first! 

Yui: (Seriously, it’s all thanks to Kino-kun that we’re safe right now. He’s a really good person after all)

[vintage-writes]

I Got Jealous   (Bakugo x Reader)

Pairing: Bakugo x Reader

Warnings: None, this is a Fluff fic. The reader is also gender neutral. Bakugo is aged up though, they are no longer U.A. Students. A Reader who doesn’t take shit.

Summary: Bakugo is getting incredibly Jealous as a certain someone continues to eye you up. Unable to control his Jealousy he drags you away and to a corner to ravage you.

Word Count: 1 396

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The crowds are dense as you move through the thick mass of bodies. Soft apologies being thrown as you bump into, what feels like, a million people. Right now, You and your boyfriend, Bakugo, are currently half jogging down the pavement. You're on your way to the very first Hero convention being held by U.A and you’re bursting with excitement. Bakugo’s excitement is simmering beneath the surface, he has a scowl on his face but you know him well enough to know he’s excited to see All Might, after leaving U.A.. The paths are completely packed by strangers and students alike. U.A. is buzzing with life.

However, Your excitable pace matched with the bustling crowd makes it hard for Bakugo to keep up. He’s trailing behind you at a jagged pace as you dart through the crowd.

“Oi, wait a second”, he shouts at you.

You glance over your shoulder at Bakugo who has fallen a little too far behind. You nibble on your bottom lip, feeling a bit guilty. You are well aware that perhaps you are moving a bit too fast but there’s a hero you really want to see. They’re your Idol. But some idiot decided to put their section on the complete opposite side of campus.

Right now, Bakugo’s speed just isn’t cutting it.

As Bakugo catches up, you decide move to the side, where it's quieter. You walk along the brick wall and notice as Bakugo’s mood continues to sour. Is it because you’re moving too fast?  Does he not want to see your idol? A wave of anxiety and annoyance hits you all at once, unsure of what to make of the situation. Your excitement dies a little. You don’t want to deal with boyfriend issues.

Your footsteps begin to slow. You turn to watch Bakugo, however, to your surprise, he’s not paying attention to you. His line of sight is directed elsewhere. You look to where he’s currently death glaring and make eye-contact with Monoma. His blonde hair has been combed to the side. His grey eyes light up slightly as he smiles at you. He waves.

You smile and raise your hand in greeting. However before you wave, Bakugo suddenly appears behind you. One hand laces into your raised one, other hand landing landing on your hip. Monoma stops dead in his tracks as Bakugo drags you away, and rounds a corner, shoving you into an alleyway. He pushes you against the wall, trapping you between his strong arms. He leans in. His breaths are ragged. He smells musky, but the faint smell of burning sugar lets you know he’s activated his quirk. His jealousy has him practically frothing before you. He’s so close you can feel his short breaths fanning against your lips. Sparks are literally flying.

And he’s diving forward. Two lips meeting. His presence engulfs you. You’re drowning in his sweet taste. Bakugo pushes you flat against your back. He’s pinning you against the wall, you’re stuck, flush against him. He’s hot. Very hot. Your lips are dancing against each other as he devours you. Your tongues fight each other for dominance, but Bakugo’s anger has you caving into him. You let him take the lead as he completely dominates the space between you.

He pulls away, but stays close. He places a kiss on your forehead before moving to rest his head on your shoulder. He takes his arms off the wall and wraps them around your waist.

Suddenly, the angry chihuahua has receded into himself. Too embarrassed to look at you while you desperately try to catch your breath. You bring your arms up to hug him.

“Babe, what are you doing?” you ask, breathlessly. Bakugo, is normally not one for any sort of PDA, sometimes, he won’t even hold your hand. You’ve become rather accustomed to it seeing as Lord Explosion Murder melts into your hands when alone at home. Never in a million years would you expect him to drag you away during an incredibly busy convention to kiss you silly in a barely hidden corner.

Bakugo’s head is currently buried into your shoulder. Upon hearing your question he turns his head and places a shy peck to your neck.

He mumbles, “I’m sorry, I got jealous.”

Jealous? He’s Jealous? 

“Of Monoma?”, you ask aloud. 

Bakugo’s head immediately shoots up, as if in sudden denial. His red eyes are bursting with rage.

“That Extra was being way too cocky, eyeing you up like that!”

“He waved”

“AND HE WAVED!!”

“That’s really not what I meant”, you say.

“Is it such a big deal? Monoma and I are just friends”, you ask.

“Is he aware that you’re just friends!?”

Feeling your anger suddenly flare, you blurt out, “I’m not seeing the issue Bakugou. Can I not have male friends? What if I’m also into girls too? Should I now delete Momo’s number?”

Bakugo looks like he’s about to spit fire. His mouth opens to protest but no words come out. He huffs. He looks to the sky. He better not be asking for patience, as far as you’re concerned, you haven’t done anything wrong. You’re the one who should be asking for patience. It’s not like you told Monoma that you were single with an open bedroom door. You barely had the chance to wave at him.

“No”, he says reluctantly, “No, you’re right. I think I might’ve blown up a bit. But that extra is always eyeing you. It’s not that I don’t trust you, Love. It’s more that I don't like looking at his sleazy face sending you looks as if he has a chance.”

You laugh. Bakugo’s anger has risen significantly, his scowl is baring teeth. But God Damn you, if he’s not the most adorable you’ve ever seen him. Despite his rising anger you can see he’s really trying his best to calm down and remain calm. It’s not really working. You imagine that Monoma’s head is currently roasting on a spit in his head. Your chuckles begin to subside at his confused expression. His face is the picture of innocence. 

You reach forward to grab him, pulling him into a hug. His hard body presses against your own. Despite Bakugo’s initial confusion he wraps his arms around you anyway. You couldn’t believe that he would go so far because he’s jealous. Bakugo isn’t exactly reserved but he is often reluctant to show affection. Most people are still unaware you’re even dating. He prefers to remain in his own world.

“Babe”, you say, “It’s okay to be jealous. I know I would probably bury anybody who thought they could flirt with you, but maybe next time, just tell me. I would rather you tell me, instead of going ape shit.”

You lean up and place your lips on his. This kiss is softer, it lacks the original aggression and desperation but it still feels heated. Possibly, everything that has anything to do with Bakugo, will always feel heated. This man sets the world on fire, and you wouldn’t want it any other way. 

You pull away and move to the entrance of the alleyway. There you have a clear view of Monoma who looks over. He glares at Bakugo and looks at you with a look that simply says, “I’ll kill him if you want,”

You shake your head. Men are so hormonal. Instead you turn back to Bakugo and place your hand on his cheek, rising onto your tippy toes, you peck his lips. You make sure Monoma has a clear view.

Bakugo’s face completely whitens at your bold public display of affection. His surprise reflects on Monomas face as well. Good, that solves that problem.

You reach for Bakugo’s hand and begin to drag him away. His face is still white. His expression is still hollow. His brain is probably still processing. It’s hard to believe that this is the man who was so bold not even 5 minutes ago.

“Eh?”

You giggle up at him. Adorable.

“You know, Babe”, You say, “Maybe you wouldn’t be so jealous if you kept up with me.”

With both hands entwined you break into a sprint. Bakugo’s face finally cracks a smile as he runs beside you.

“Now we’re late!”, You shout.

“I’ll make it up to you Later!” He laughs Back.

[shorkbrian]

GAWdf Illumi’s freaking hot 

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You could always tell the rich ones, even when they tried to dress down, blend in.

This one wasn’t even particularly hiding his fancy shoes, the nice watch that peeps out from under his sleeve.

Plus, anyone with hair that nice, that long and pretty and well-groomed? 

They gotta be rich.

You’ve been following him for about five minutes, a slender man in a long sleeve shirt and jeans - casual, simple.

He looks like a pretty rich boy, smooth skin, nice hands, manicured nails. Probably hasn’t ever had to lift a finger in his life, been able to pay his way.

You’re hoping he has cash on him, but if not, the watch will do. You’ve done this enough times, in enough cities, that you can estimate the price it’ll fetch pretty easily.

This should definitely be worth your time.

Slam him against a wall once you’re in a nice, secluded area, shake him down, hold your knife underneath his chin, press down juuuuust hard enough so that it bites, maybe cuts a little. Show him you’re serious and in-control. No funny business.

The man hasn’t even noticed you following him, which is good. But it also shows that he’s got too much confidence, feels protected by his money, never had to keep his head on a swivel, never had to watch out for any malicious individuals that might be roaming the streets.

He turns a corner, disappearing from view for a moment, and you quicken your steps. Rich boy’s heading into a generally deserted part of town, at least this time of night. You wonder for a second, just a second, what he’s doing out here. Looking for trouble? Meeting a friend?

It doesn’t really matter, not to you.

But as you peek around the corner, you expect to see the slim man, walking along without a care in the world, that pretty black hair swaying behind him, halfway down his back.

He’s nowhere in sight.

You step fully around the corner, look around, searching.

Where did the man go?

You walk quickly now, trying to keep your ears open for the sound of his near-silent footsteps ahead of you, eyes peeled for that shiny dark head of hair.  Maybe the man ducked down a side street?

You’re so focused on what you want to see, that you fail to see the danger until it has you pinned.

Literally.

Needles press against your shoulders, threatening - not yet breaking skin, but pressing close enough to keep you flush against the wall. If you tried to move, you’d be punctured.

The man had slipped into a dark alcove, one of those doorways that was shielded from view, meant to create safety from rain, or a romantic moment where one would steal a kiss after walking their lover home.

Eyes as black as night, large and round like an owl’s blinked at you, the man tilting his head. “Were you hoping to mug me?”

His voice is melodic, or well, it could be. The potential’s there, for it to be sweet, simpering, alluring. Right now it’s flat, bored, uninterested.

There’s a needle, long and thick, being held flat against your face, pointed upwards at your eye. You can’t breathe.

“If I were anyone else, you might’ve been successful. Interesting.”

Those owlish eyes slipped downwards, assessing your body and it’s dingy, worn clothing. You wished you could make yourself smaller, escape from that gaze. It felt so invasive, yet all he was doing was looking.

But you didn’t dare move a muscle.

“Should I kill you?” The needle on your face slid upwards, and your breathing quickened as it inched closer to your eye. Too close for comfort, too close, too close, too-

“You’re very quiet. I suppose you won’t be begging for your life then. That’s nice, usually there’s quite a bit of noise.” The man paused for a moment, thinking. “And tears too, I guess.”

A thumb brushed against your cheek as if he was checking for wetness, trying to discern whether you were crying. Finding none, there was a moment’s pause.

You still couldn’t breathe.

“Odd.”

Shutting your eyes, you awaited death. you had no doubt that this was going to hurt. The needles applying pressure to your shoulder would pin you in place, then the needle on your face would be driven through your eye.

Hopefully it’d be quick.

The man heaved a sigh, although it sounded as if he was merely acting put-upon, and not truly annoyed. “Fine then. Come with me, I’m in need of stimulation.”

Your jaw almost dropped, eyes snapping open and bulging in their sockets as the man tucked his needles away. His movements were efficient and effortless, and you finally register your mistake in targeting the man. He wasn’t some common pleb.

He was someone who killed.

Wait, what did he say about stimulation?

But now your wrist was held in a vice grip, the long-haired man easily dragging you out of the alcove and along behind him as he resumed walking. His hands were cold.

“It’s been a while, so the chances of me hurting you are... likely.” His legs were so long, you had to take three steps for his every one, trotting along behind him in order to avoid getting dragged.

“I could just ignore my body’s urges, but I’ve found that I’m more efficient when basic needs are met and adequately satisfied.”

“Basic needs-” You mumbled, eyes on the ground in front of you, the concrete sidewalk whirring by. Calling for help would be pointless - there was no one around.

The man stopped in his tracks, and you bumped into his back abruptly with a small “Ooph-” before you could stop yourself. He turned.

“Nutrition, hydration, shelter, and companionship. Basic needs.”

Your mind filtered through his words. Nutrition, hydration, shelter....

Sex.

The long haired man, clutched your wrist a bit tighter. It hurt. You had felt the solid muscle thrumming under his skin when you had bumped into his back. There would be no escaping from this man.

“My name’s Illumi. Yours isn’t necessary. You’ve been smart so far, I would suggest you keep that up. Let’s go now.”

There was no mincing of words. Illumi blinked once, as if affirming to himself that you weren’t going to be stupid by trying to run or scream, then turned and resumed walking.

You just hoped he wouldn’t kill you when he was done.