#because there weren't good questions or rather good reporters there to ask them

[gglitch1dd]

Hi glitch, so don’t feel the need to respond if this makes you uncomfortable AT ALL (your blog your rules)

But how do you think Izuku and wifey would react to one of their boys expressing the idea of well liking a boy. My parents had four boys including me and were kinda spooked when I came out. ANYWAY I LOVE YOU AND HOPE YOURE DOING WELL

Hmm that's a good question.

I don't know if any of the boys would ever end up gay or not. I don't really plan or feel comfortable on exploring any of their sexualities other than Kane, Toshinori and MAYBE Asahi. But I did have the thought pop up.

To answer simply, not bad. Neither Y/N or Izuku are homophobic. Just a note that Japan is not like the west, so it really isn't their main focus. They raise the boys in a traditional manner because it's important in asian/eastern families to retain those values (and I mean the good kind like taking care of your parents, respect, etiquette and so forth). And a reminder that the Midoriyas are in ELITIST Japan as well cause of Izuku being number one, but they wouldn't be angry if one of their boys was interested in dating boys.

How would you feel if I was dating a guy?

"Hey mom, dad." You sat in bed next to your husband as Asahi entered your room. You had a book in your lap as you read and your husband was reading on his tablet a last minute report before heading to sleep himself. You both looked up from what you were doing, Asahi standing in his pyjamas, his glasses still on his face as he looked to the both of you. "Can I ask you something?"

You nodded your head as you put down your book. "Sure thing, love. What's going on?" You asked him. Izuku pressed the off button of the tablet, putting it to sleep as he removed his own glasses and looked to his second eldest son.

Asahi swallowed down as he looked up to the ceiling. You raised an eyebrow, knowing that that meant that he was about to tell you something that he wasn't sure how you would both react. You glanced at Izuku and he nodded showing he caught on as well.

"So... what should I do if someone asks me out on a date?" He asked.

Your eyebrows raised, before a bright smile went onto your face. "Oh really?" You asked surprised. Asahi was never one to be interested much in girls, never really talking about them nor about dating either. His nose always buried in a book or on a computer. "Who? Is it someone I know?"

Asahi let out a nervous breath. "Uh... yes?" He let out. You tilted your head at the way he sounded confused. "Well, no. But yes."

Izuku glanced at you, noticing that Asahi seemed rather tense. Izuku sighed as he straightened up where he sat. "Asahi, I'm glad a girl is interested in you, it's the Midoriya charm afterall." You rolled your eyes. "However, you know how your mother and I feel about you boys dating before high school."

"And that's fine. I wasn't going to say yes, I don't want to date right now." He told you both honestly. You let out a soft sigh in relief, glad that at least one of your babies weren't being a hooligan and scaring girl's fathers (Toshinori). "But how would you guys feel if I did date them?"

"Them?" You and your husband both asked. "Who?"

"A friend." You gave your son a look to show him that he should stop dancing around what he wanted to say. Asahi sighed as he put a hand to the back of his neck. "My friend... Junpei."

You and your husband both didn't say anything. Which made Asahi cringe as he sank back into his hoodie.

"Wait," Izuku sat up. "Junpei as in the weird quite boy with the short hair?"

Asahi blinked. "He's not weird!" He said defending his friend.

you hesitated but you nodded your head. "He is a bit weird, sweetheart. He doesn't seem like your type, but if you like him-"

There was a blush on his face as he looked to the both of you. "I don't like Junpei! This has nothing to do with him. It's just- How would you both feel if I was dating a guy?"

Izuku looked at you and you looked to Izuku. Izuku turned back to look at his son. "Are you gay?"

"WHAT- NO! I-" His face only deepened in the flush. "I don't know. I just- I don't feel weird about possibly dating a guy. Like I don't feel like it's..."

"Wrong?" You tried.

He nodded motioning to you. "Yah, it doesn't sound or feel wrong to me."

"Then okay." Izuku shrugged.

Asahi froze as he just stared at the both of you. "O-okay?"

"Yah." Izuku nodded. "As long as you're being safe and you don't make this your entire new identity or whatever, I don't care." Izuku turned to you as he scratched the back of his green hair. "I'm confused."

You chuckled as you put a hand on your husband's shoulder. "What your father is trying to say sweetheart is that, we can't dictate who you like and who you don't." You started explaining with a smile. "We can't decide whether you see that as a good thing or a bad thing. All we care about is that you are safe, you are kind and you stick to the values that we raised you in and that's all. If you want to try going out with boys, try and see how you feel if you feel the need to do so." You motioned to him.

"When you're older. Not now, you're only fourteen." Izuku interrupted.

You nodded in agreement. "What your father said."

Asahi paused but nodded, without a particular emotion. "Cool." He moved to exit your room. However he paused. Then before you know it, you and your husband found yourselves in a hug with Asahi, being pulled together by his arms. Your eyes widened in surprise as you looked to Izuku who looked down at Asahi. Asahi buried his face between the both of you. "Thanks." He said softly.

You couldn't help but smile as you pat his head. "Anytime, my little sprout."

-Glitch1d

[fairestwriting]

Hello, if you don't mind, I want to request a sceanrio or headcanons (which one you more prefer is fine by me) with Jade insist to take care of his crush after a long day of dishwashing duty in Monstro Lounge despite his crush doubt that he might wanted to get them in his debt and does not realize that he did that because he has a crush on them? Feel free to skip this req if it's makes you uncomfortable though <3 Thank you!

oldie but one that i thought of a bit even when i was on hiatus... scenario format because maybe i want jade to take care of mw after a long workday too. What the hell

word count: 1345

pairing: jade x gn!reader

content warnings: wish fulfillment none:)

You exhale heavily, your shoulders slumping even without you willing them to, as the very last plate is cleaned to perfection, setting it down with all the others...

It's not that you expected a night of dishwashing to be the easiest thing in the world — but luck really wasn't on your side that day, and it turned out it was the third years' last day of exam week.

Which meant, the Lounge would be crowded. Which meant, you'd have a lot of dishes to wash. Which meant, as you just now discovered, your upper back, forearms, and feet would start to actively try to kill you.

At least it's all just over, you think. You pull off your apron and the rubber gloves that did nothing to keep your hands from going wrinkly from exaggerated humidity, then you turn around, ready to report to Azul that your shift was over—

Then, in your tired haze, you bump into something, someone, and it doesn't even register who it is until a firm grip on your upper arm keeps you from embarrassingly stumbling for a good moment.

"J...Jade? What are you doing here?"

He looks at you. His hand is still gripping your arm, though... it's done really softly, especially for an attempt at keeping someone from tripping.

And he smiles softly, politely at you. Like he always does.

"I could perhaps ask you the same question." He says, a lilt to his voice, releasing your arm as you step back into a balanced stance. "It's rather late, you know? Azul was even looking for you."

"Oh, was he?" You cringe at the way it comes out a little more bitter than you'd intended, but... you're tired, and Jade was... strange, but definitely not a tyrant. "Well, I was about to go look for him and say I'm done with the dishes. There was just..." You glance behind yourself, seeing the piles of plates and glasses, the dish soap bubbles that got everywhere. "There was a lot."

Jade's gaze follow yours, and his smile softens, even more when he looks back at you.

"In that case, why don't you let me inform him instead, and I could... get you something to eat in the meantime? You must be hungry."

Alarm bells ring inside your head. The offer is tempting, of course it's tempting, but this is still Octavinelle, and Jade is still Azul's... henchman, or something. You grimace while you try to get your tired brain to think of a response.

"Um... no, thanks, I'd rather not be indebted to—"

"Ah. You're worried about that?" He asks, and the look on his face, while hardly different from his usual poised smile, has a hint of... something different that you couldn't quite place. "In that case, we could arrange a way for you to... give me something in return?"

"Uh..." Again, the alarm bells continue. If they weren't mental, the noise would probably be intense enough to give you a headache— "I don't... think I have anything you'd..."

"Your company, in exchange for any menu item free of charge. How does that sound?"

What.

You blink, genuinely dumbfounded. Jade still smiles. Always does. You're not sure if it's a joke, a part of you says it's a bad idea, but...

"You want my company in return for the favor." You echo to him, and he nods.

"Yes. I'll tell Azul you're done with your work, and fetch you whatever you wish. Then we can get a sit while you eat. Does that work for you?"

"That..." You really wish you could protest, but at the worst moment possible, your own hunger makes itself known. "...okay."

"Lovely. You can wait at the Lounge. What would you like to have?"

You mumble out your usual order, still a bit confused, and he gives you a nod as you part ways. Out of the kitchen, you don't waste too much time in taking one of the seats with cushy chairs, sighing in relief when you feel your body sinking into them just slightly, supporting those overworked limbs.

The Lounge really was empty. You have a few minutes to stare at it, all by yourself — it really must be late — and even dare to bask in the comfy, yet classy lighting of the environment.

It felt so much different like this. No music, no people to serve. It was... relaxing, surprisingly. Even though it was your workplace, and the source of quite a lot of stress in your life...

"The boss is notified. Here's your food." Jade chimes in with a playful tone after what feels like way too little time, setting a plate of your very favorite Mostro Lounge special in front of you. You can't help the way your eyes widen at it a bit, still not fully grasping the situation.

"And Azul is okay with this?" You grab the fork, but look up at Jade first, watching as he takes a seat in front of you.

"Of course. I wouldn't do that otherwise."

He chuckles, and despite your cautiousness, you can't resist the urge to dig into your food. It tastes even better after all that work.

And for some reason, it makes Jade's smile just a touch brighter when he watches you eat.

"It's important to eat well, you know. I hope you've been getting enough meals lately. Exam weeks are never kind."

"Yeah, I... I mean, I'm doing fine. If I want to keep up with all the work, I have to eat."

You take a larger bite, and he continues to watch you. With one more sprinkle of energy in your system, you start to try to understand what got to him all of a sudden. You look through his features, usually so unreadable and static, and you search for... something. Anything.

A sign this was a strange prank, maybe.

"That's good to hear. In any case, though, I'll discuss with Azul to have better planning for evenings like these... Friday nights and such. I wouldn't like to see you so overworked again."

You stop chewing for a split second when you catch on to his wording. I wouldn't like to see you so overworked again. Maybe you're just too tired, and making this all up, but...

What's different in Jade's face now is that there's a hint of sincere softness. One that doesn't even look all that unfamiliar— that you swear had been there when you had brief chats during work hours, even.

Your face flushes. Is he...?

You lift your gaze away from the food, and meet Jade's eyes. He's still smiling, hands folded politely on the table, though it's small enough that when you set your fork down, you swear you feel your hand brush against his glove.

"Thank you... for this, Jade." You mumble out, unsure of what to say. He gives you a smile like he always does, but in this empty, silent Lounge where you're not even sure if you're seeing things right, it makes your heart flutter.

"Thank you for the company. It really was a busy night." He gets up, taking your plate. Only now, you notice you're done eating. "I'll take care of these, don't worry. Just head back to your dorm and rest up. Unless..."

You blink at him again, now unsure of how your brain could even withstand so much confusion. "U...Unless...?"

"...Unless you'd like me to escort you?" He says, and his eyes narrow slyly, glinting— now, wait a minute...

Floyd and Azul were still supposed to be there, weren't they? They always were during closing time. Which meant...

Of course. Of course Jade would only go about something like this as deliberately as possible.

He chuckles. Your face is hot all over and his smile is wide. Skillfully, he carries the plate in one hand as he makes his way to the kitchen.

"Just wait for me if you do. We can make another deal if you want."

And then, he's out of signt, and you're left with a dizzying feeling.

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[ageingfangirl2]

How Many Knives Are Too Many! Mihawk (OPLA)

You are a bounty hunter and friends with Mihawk. He finds your presence intriguing because of how open you are but deadly when you have to be. Drinking some wine together you recount an encounter with a few marines and Mihawk is not at all surprised with the outcome. Mihawk x Reader (Female) FLUFF!

MIHAWK

I'd finished my business in town when I bumped into y/n of all people. They weren't collecting any bounty but simply enjoying some time off. On the outside, they weren't very intimidating, rather short and unassuming with their actions, but when they went to work a switch flipped in them and you didn't want to be on the other end of their blade. They had no alliance and worked for the highest bidder. We'd crossed paths multiple times over the years until on one encounter they suggested getting drinks, and we bonded over a shared interest in fine wine.

I wanted to leave this town and get home but they convinced me to get a drink and to catch up. Due to our reputations rumours spread of us dating but we had more of a teacher/student bond as y/n did come to me to ask for training. I was impressed with their skills and decided to keep them in my life. After a few drinks, they would joke around and intimidate people around us, but we'd never done anything more than simply kiss, both of us having too much respect for the other to ruin our friendship.

I enter the local tavern and everyone falls silent at my presence. I ignore them and glance around until my eyes land on y/n who was waving at me obnoxiously enjoying the scene I'd created. I stroll towards them and sit down opposite them, placing my sword against the wall but still within reach.

'I already ordered. Don't worry the wine here is decent, not the best but not the worst for the price,' y/n babbles, and starts pouring me a glass.

I bring the glass up to my nose and sniff, it doesn't smell bad, 'I never doubt your ability to pick a good wine no matter the location.'

They smile and raise their own glass towards me, 'I do love your compliments Dracule, makes me feel special, it's been too long.'

We clink glasses. y/n was one of the few people I openly complimented, 'yes it had been too long. Anything interesting happen?'

Their eyes light up at my question and they nod, 'Oh boy, I have a story. Happened yesterday, bloody marines getting nosey. I play for both sides sue me.'

I raise an eyebrow, 'what did they do?'

y/n sips their wine, 'a random search in the middle of town, so I put on a show.'

They would let many things slide, but Marines had a way of rubbing them the wrong way, and I knew this story would end with embarrassed Marines and a smug y/n. I motion for them to continue.

'There were four of them. One took my bag and asked if I had illegal weapons knowing I carry knives without even announcing they were doing a search. I was annoyed but I played along,' they say calmly, but a glint in their eyes gave away they were more than just annoyed, 'they opened the bag and tipped all the contents on the street.'

'Then what happened?' I enquire, swirling the wine in the glass.

y/n smirks, 'I unbuttoned my blouse and pulled a switchblade out of my bra telling them we were going to do this search properly, they got flustered and tried to backtrack but I insisted.'

I shake my head and a smirk graces my lips, y/n had a nice body and a tonne of confidence, so it was easy to imagine them stripping to their undergarments to prove a point, 'you would have reported them, wouldn't you? If you're going to start something see it through to the end.'

y/n hums in approval, 'I told them I keep two strapped to my thighs and one in either boot. I got my fly open when they called off the search and apologised to me, but I got the final laugh.'

I put my glass down on the table and lean in closer and they mirror my action, 'what was the final laugh?' I ask.

They snigger, 'One of the marines looked new and young, poor kid got an erection.'

I bring my hand to my mouth to cover my outburst of laughter, needing to protect my brooding image, but y/n's eyes twinkled knowing they are one of the rare people to have made me laugh on multiple occasions. I kind of wish I'd been there to witness the scene since I imagine y/n keeping a straight face half undressed embarrassing the Marines because people in town would talk.

I lean back and pick up my glass, 'another toast, to dumb and horny marines. I approve of the amount of knives, better safe than sorry.'

We clink glasses again and y/n giggles, 'I'm just thankful I chose to wear a bra.'

I nearly spit out my wine, y/n would happily undone my image for their amusement. I hoped they'd be in my life for a long time.

[bomberqueen17]

deep in the obsession

ok so IDK how much I've talked about my Special Interest in the Bronze Age on here. At one point (like nanowrimo of 2003 or so) I was trying to write a novel set in the British Isles Bronze Age and I researched as much as I could and there just wasn't much information and I wrote some stuff anyway but it petered out. And ever since then I've kept checking back on various avenues of research and every time there's a new find I'd read as much as I could find about it. And then they discovered the remains of a pile-dwelling settlement in the Fens in England and they've finally just now published the results of that? Well of course I've been obsessively reading about it. (I had actually emailed the Cambridge Archaeology Unit a couple of months ago to ask where I could find the publications, so the timing was good.)

I mean the long and short of it is, they've got a site exposed by modern quarrying activity, which consists of five remaining buildings, which burned down and collapsed into the river channel with all their contents in the 9th century BC; the inhabitants escaped with very few of their possessions, and the rest of the assembly of the items they used in their daily lives are largely present, very well-preserved; whole sets of pots and woodworking tools, as well as textiles and textile-processing materials, foodstuffs, wooden tools, and enough building materials to almost entirely reconstruct their dwellings; a enormous wealth of information about their diets, their ways of living, even some feel for their aesthetic sensibilities. The circumstances of the buildings' collapse even means we know how they laid out their living spaces.

So I am going to infodump about what I've pulled out of these rather dense and dry reports (I have zero complaints, they're perfectly appropriately-written), so buckle up.

Firstly, if you want to read these yourself, the publications are open access PDFs hosted on the Cambridge Archaeology Unit's website here.

There are also a fantastic series of blog posts both from during the excavation and from during the initial analytical "post-ex" phase on the site's website, which I devoured while waiting for the final reports.

I admit I was first drawn to the whole thing, when I first saw stories about it, because of the mystery. It seems to have been a whole settlement, a village maybe, and it all burned down at once, and no humans seem to have died in it, but everyone left everything behind, even leaving a dog in one of the buildings, and some penned little lambs in a couple of them-- what caused this? Were they attacked? Were they forced out of it? It had a palisade around it as if for defense, did they build it because they were afraid, and rightfully so?? Why did they not come back to try to salvage anything? The water would have been shallow, surely they could at least get their axe-heads and things back.

But the thing that has sustained my interest now is that it appears to have been an unexceptional village after all. There's no evidence that these were elite people living here. There weren't any unambiguous weapons found-- part of a broken sword, in what was obviously a recycle bin (a wooden bucket), waiting along with some broken chisels and a bent axe and part of a broken bronze bucket for a trip back to the nearest metalworker. Some spears, but likely used for hunting, stored outside the houses all together leaned up against the palisade under an overhanging roof eave. Axes, but the sheer quantity of woodworking in the site means they were very obviously woodworking tools, and weapons only by technicality.

Other contemporaneous sites are preserved so incompletely that there are always "was this a place people dwelled or was it a ceremonial gathering place" kinds of questions. Artifacts are found either discarded in middens, broken, or deposited in hoards, "ceremonially?". But all this stuff is in-context, in the house, which burned down and collapsed straight down. This was the kitchen area, obviously; all the houses had most of their pots in the same approximate spot, caches of grain in the same area. This corner is where we find stuff they were working on-- one house has probably a loom, and tons of textile-related stuff scattered around it. (There's only evidence for a loom in one or maybe two of the buildings, but there are spindle whorls and bobbins of thread in three; several spinners providing one weaver, as is common throughout history.)

Some of the pots had been broken before the fire, and some of them had been partially discarded and partially kept, like for example a well-shaped broken bit of rim was being used as a scoop or something, while the little unusable shards had gotten chucked into the river where they threw their trash; the archaeologists could reunite fragments to prove this, and could derive the information that these shards would all be associated with the same house; they weren't shared, they were using the broken pot in the same house where they'd used it before it was broken; they seem to have cooked their meals separately, and kept separate inventory of basic household necessities. But the extra stuff seems to have been stored in the communal storage shed, so they could all get to it.

There's a large but incomplete sheet of bark that in places has a second sheet adhered to it with moss in between, which was likely bedding.

There are textiles, not just woven ones but also weft-twined ones made from lime bast cord-- mats, or hats, or capes. There's a knotted fishing net that was rolled up and in a pile with other things in an area that seems to have been a storage shed of sorts. (Near the "recycle bin" full of broken metal.) There's a collection of prepared fiber, ready to be made into cordage or spun into thread, and it's all prepared the same way in standard-sized bundles-- tantalizingly, regular enough as if for trade, stored in that storage shed next to a nested set of new pots-- like somebody had bought or made them and they weren't put to use yet, OR someone had made extra they intended to trade offsite for stuff they couldn't make themselves.

The whole sets of pots are broadly the same among households-- similar numbers of large vs. small, coarse vs. fine. They all resemble one another, though some are better-made than others-- as if several people made them, but under the guidance of one experienced worker.

Several pots and wooden containers have food residues. Hauntingly, there's a ceramic pot that was still half-full of porridge, with a wooden spatula/spoon still stuck in it. The porridge was made of ground wheat cooked in a liquid containing animal fats from a ruminant-- either sheep/goat or red deer-- possibly an early example of frumenty.

Enough of the structural timbers remain from the buildings, many with markings on them from where other structural elements were touching them and alternately exposed/protected them from fire so it is possible to reconstruct shapes and connections in more detail than if they were unburnt ruins, that the buildings can be nearly completely reconstructed, which is novel because most buildings of this era are known only from footprints/post holes. Almost no material survived from the walls, but because of these ghost "protection marks" it's possible to know that the walls existed, how wide they were, that they were attached in a particular spot, that they were made of a series of small uprights-- and to then surmise that some of the fragments of "wattle", woven panels, must have come from the walls in some cases. And it's possible to reconstruct the innovative, never-elsewhere-seen sprung floor system of bowed joists that kept the floors securely above the water below.

Anyway, I've devoured Vol I and am most of the way through scouring Vol II for interesting tidbits.

Yes of course I want to write a novel with this as the setting but I also am just completely fascinated.

[infamousbrad]

For a few years now, I've taken multiple opportunities to ask groups of my fellow Americans the same question: "do you think early 21st century America is a good place to raise a child?" Answers varied from person to person, even among parents of children, from "yeah, pretty good" all the way down to "oh hell no." Rather than give my answer, and go into my reasons (for now) let's look at a report card ranking 35 major countries by several criteria, that just rated only Mexico as worse than the USA as a place to raise a family.

Safety: F. Based on homicide rate, average fear of crime, risk of dying to war or terrorism, school shootings per capita, and protection of civil rights for all. We did okay on most of the sub-ratings, but barely mediocre on civil rights and, well, obviously insanely bad compared to everybody else on school shootings.

Happiness: C+. Based on the human freedom index, world happiness index, per-capita suicide rate, household income inequality, and whether or not some families are discriminated against in adoption rights. I couldn't quickly find the sub-ratings on this one, but the USA came out pretty average.

Cost: F. Based on child care costs, per household family support spending, out-of-pocket educational costs, out-of-pocket health spending, and income-adjusted cost of living. The UK and New Zealand were even worse on child-care costs, but the US came in dead last in every other sub-category. We are the only country that expects those costs to be entirely born by parents who currently have minor children instead of spreading them out across all households.

Health: D-. Based on maternal mortality rate, child mortality rate, access to contraception, air pollution level, and average life expectancy. Because we're not in the bottom 5, I again can't easily find the US ranking on each of those sub-ratings, but I imagine we really got hit on our maternal mortality rate.

Education: C+. Based on teen enrollment rate, early-20s enrollment rate, average reading performance, average math performance, and average science performance. We weren't in the top or bottom 5 so, again, I don't know our detailed rankings but we did end up above average. And finally ...

Time: F. Based on time off per worker, weeks of paid maternity leave, weeks of paid paternity leave, weeks of mandatory paid sick leave, weeks of mandatory paid vacation leave. Only Mexico gave its workers fewer hours off work, and we are the only country in the survey to have a zero in all four other categories.

Across all countries: Only 5 of the 35 countries got an A+ overall. Starting with the highest score: Iceland, Norway, Sweden, Finland, and Luxembourg. Only two countries got an F, the US and Mexico. If you choose to have and raise a family in the United States, you will bear a higher percentage of those expenses than almost any country in the world, your children will be in more physical danger and health danger than anywhere in the industrialized world outside of an active war zone, and you will have less time with them, less time to parent them, than parents anywhere else surveyed.

So, you tell me: in your opinion, is the United States of America in the early 21st century a good place to have and raise children, or not?

Not to beg, but I'd really appreciate more eyes on this, please? Especially from my fellow Americans and doubly-so from people who have kids or who have recently raised kids?

[leafyaa]

Chapter 13

You had such a good time yesterday that you totally forgot about the package. So much so that you were dumbfounded when a person asked for it, making you rethink what package they were referring too. 

"A package? You mean this one?" You picked the package up from the floor to show it to the person on your doorstep.

"Could I inspect it for a second?" The small female said as she reached for the package.

"Uhm, sure?" You lowered yourself down to her size to hand her the package.

You inspected the woman who was half your size. Sure she was quite short but she sounded and looked like a professional. Although she didn't look like she belonged to the delivery company, from observing her mannerism and outfit.

"Just as we expected.."

"Uhmm what's expected?"

"Someone delivered this to the wrong address.. It's quite the important item too.. People these days are way too reckless." The shorter woman sighed as she carefully put it into a black garbage bag.

"Wait what.. But the delivery man.." You were so confused. The man from yesterday said it was your neighbor's package.. 

"Don't worry, we'll take care of it. Luckily you didn't open it so there are no legal issues." She said.

"Okay.. Am I missing something? This feels extremely weird.." 

"Yeah, it's your first time encountering such a problem.. For us it might be the 100th time. But don't worry, we'll make sure to never repeat this mistake again." The woman said with a yawn. 

"I see.."

You nod and thank her, then close the door and sit down at your couch. Kind of still in shock. Could this be targeted at you?

But the woman didn't say it was targeted to you, actually she never gave any explanation of how this package was delivered to your address.. Surely there weren't any of those weird pranksters behind this... 

You thought of reporting it to your friends but refrained from doing so, not wanting to burden them with your small worries, so instead you just went back to what you were doing.

You walked to your bedroom and carefully woke your cat up, brushing its fur until it slowly woke up. You still didn't know if it was a girl or boy but you didn't mind either. 

You remembered what Kunikuzushi told you about going to the vet for a check up so you searched up the nearest vet and quickly dressed up to take your cat there. 

While you were going about your day with little to no worries, Kunikuzushi on the other hand was frustrated. 

"We've confiscated the bomb successfully." Sayu says as she shows the picture of an x-ray. It was a scan of the contents of the mysterious package that was delivered to your home. 

Ayato hums in satisfaction as he goes through the reports given by his employee, then sliding them towards Kunikuzushi who could only clench his fist. He felt furious at whoever set the bomb up, especially towards you. 

"As promised we made sure to keep your woman safe and not to reveal anything. So hand over the files I requested please." The Kamisato says calmly. 

"Here." Kunikuzushi carelessly throws the USB stick over to Ayato who easily catches it with his thumb and index finger. He gives a sign and Sayu immediately pulls out a laptop and hands it over to him. 

As Ayato puts in the USB Kunikuzushi stands up, ready to leave but is stopped by Ayato's voice. 

"Wait a minute, you're not done yet." 

"What." Kunizkushi visibly glares as he sits back down at his seat. 

"A few questions I have about this particular harbinger.." Ayato says, slowly shifting his gaze over to Kunikuzushi. "So the Knave huh.. Is one of the 10 Snezhnayan diplomats while also being the criminally most wanted child trafficker?" 

"Correct." 

"And this is the database of all the children she has accumulated over the years?" 

"From up to last year, yes."

"Where are all the names of the children though? All I see are the dates of and some other number behind them."

"That is, because it isn't of importance who the child's identity is, rather when they were taken and the ranks of the children."

Ayato's face changed expressions and started to frown. "So these are randomly targeted children, is that what you are saying?"

"Oh that?" Kunikuzushi let out a chuckle, seemingly changing moods. "The bitch mostly lured those with unstable homes away and portrayed herself as their angel coming to save them. Children are dumb and fall easily for these kinds of acts, even more when they view the person as a hero who has come to save them. They don't know they'll be tricked into being their little soldiers, they don't know it's all an elaborate scheme just to make money off of them or use them.. But in the end, it's all for the Fatui's benefit." 

Ayato sighed, now being able to confirm that the rumors were indeed true. Children who were offered a chance at a young age that then become one of them, one of the Fatui. But Kunikuzushi didn't seem to want to wait for him to end his thoughts and continued.

"But we also have those who are specifically targeted. Sometimes harbingers request for certain specific children.. And one of them is the Doctor." Kunikuzushi spoke that name with disgust.

"As you know he's known as Snezhnaya's greatest scientist Dottore. He graduated from the Sumeru Akademiya as the first person from Snezhnaya. Truly fascinating, no? Yet his fascination for humans was even greater as he loved to experiment with the human body." Kunikuzushi speaks as he closes his eyes, feeling the memories of his past flood in.

"So, he's one of the few harbingers that requests children for his 'hobby', as he calls it."

Ayato's mouth dropped wide open. Kunikuzushi looks at him in satisfaction before slowly making his way towards the door.

"I suppose this is enough for today, I'll take my leave now."

While Kunikuzushi leaves, Ayato is left alone in his office to process everything. 

Kunikuzushi's smirk disappeared from his face as soon as nobody watched him. He was disgusted by Dottore's hobbies, disgusted by his personality and him in general. How much he wanted to kill... It was an understatement.

He wanted to torture him as much and even more than he did with him. Back when he was still a kid.

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Still thinking how to incorporate Fontaine characters into this story and when to add the memory bubbles. 🤔

And I just realized the memory Bubble I posted isn't even really related to the chapter 💀 like it doesn't have the connection 😭 but anyways here's the link

Summary:

You've dated Scaramouche in your high school and college years but just as you wanted to announce your pregnancy to him he broke up with you without any reason. He left you to be a single mom for 7 years. But now that your daughter has been missing and abducted for a year and you've not been doing well and out of a sudden he showed up into your life again trying to apologize for his past mistakes..?

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[snippychicke]

Hi, according to one of your posts you are open to suggestions concerning Kuro to teach you to understand the character a little better, so I propose this idea :

In the manga, Kuro can no longer stand being a pirate because of the altercations constants of the Marine and organizes his own death to be peaceful. So I propose a Kuro/Reader fanfiction where Kuro wants to organize his death but faced with the reader's dismay he realizes that the reader loves him and a story is created in them (why not a story with a little NSFW).

Thank you very much for your work, I really like it! 🖤

Thank you so much! I really hope what I ended up writing. Not too especially spicy, however.

Being the cook of the Bezan Black meant you heard everything. Even though you were usually cooped up in the kitchen, making food for all of the crew as well as your captain, the crew would wander in for food and drink and usually felt comfortable talking to one of the few women on the ship, especially since you weren't seen as one of the dangerous ones. 

Little did they know, you reported right back to the captain anything you heard, happy to be his little mouse. 

You were actually one of the few in his trusted inner circle besides his First Mate Jango and the 'Nyaban twins' Buchi and Sham. Well, truthfully, you felt as if you were possibly the most trusted by the captain. 

You knew Kuro trusted no one. How could he, when he was one of the most feared pirates in the East Blue, as well as the most targeted by bounty hunters and marines alike. 

But… he trusted you enough to cook for him, which was a high honor. 

"Mouse!" Jango called as he entered, closing the kitchen door behind him that you usually kept open. You watched rather confused as he checked every inch of the galley as if looking for someone. 

Or something. 

"Is… something wrong?" You asked once Jango seemed satisfied with his search. 

"You and the Cap'n are close," he said softly as he slinked backwards towards you, only pausing when his back was pressed against your shoulder. (Such a drama king, Jango. But you were used to his eccentricities.) 

"You could say that," you answered hesitantly, returning back to the roast you were cubing.

 Jango was Kuro's right-hand man, but Kuro's paranoia had rubbed off on you enough that if anyone started asking vague open-ended questions, you were wary. 

"...have you heard about his latest plot?" 

You scoffed out of habit. "Jango, we both know the Cap'n has a dozen plans going at once. You're going to have to be a little more specific, and even then I probably won't know." 

If anything, the blond hypnotist tensed further. "What about the plan to die?"

You missed the meat and sliced your own finger. 

~*~

Kuro leaned in his chair, his distant gaze looking out the port window as he thought. So many variables to consider.

His last great plan. 

No more looking over his shoulder. No more  worrying of someone burying a knife in his back. Or killing in his sleep. 

It sounded better than any treasure he had seen on through his career. 

His thoughts were interrupted by a timid knock at his door. A glance at the clock confirmed his suspicions. His little mouse, right on time.

"Enter," he called out, moving enough to watch you carefully opening the door, one hand carefully holding a dinner tray. 

"Evening, cap'n," you greeted as softly as usual, closing the door behind you before setting the tray on the table. 

"Good evening, my little mouse." He smiled to himself as he watched you blush. You were such an adorable thing, so unsuited for a pirate's life, yet you survived. Flourished. 

Something twisted in his stomach as a new idea crossed his mind. 

His plan would involve leaving you. The one he was able to keep close without fear, because you were so meek and loyal. 

His crew would slaughter you once he was gone. His protection kept you safe. Without that threat…

He pushed that thought away to deal with later as he noticed how nervous you were--more so than normal. Then he noticed the bandages on your fingers, red with blood. 

You went to try and hide,but he quickly grabbed your hand, yanking you closer. "What happened." 

"I-I just cut my fingers cutting a roast." 

Kuro wanted to call a lie, especially consider knew your had more skill and finesse with your knives than he had with his claws. You had full conversations with him before, your eyes rarely looking while you finely minced and diced. 

"Why?" He asked instead. 

You shifted guilty, "Jango came to talk with me and said-and told me about your plan."

Of course. Jango had been startled, and while he wouldn't talk to anyone, he would talk to you. "Of course. What did he say?" 

He let you go and turned to the meal you had prepared. Amazing, as usual. What you had been doing in the dingy little port bar, he had no idea. You deserved to be in some five-star restuant as head chef. 

"You-you want to… die?" 

You sounded so stricken, tears in your eyes when he looked up at you again. Your knuckles were white as you clenched your fists at your side, your head was to the side as if avoiding his gaze. "I-I… sir, please…I don't know if… if I could stand that." 

Kuro was stunned for a moment as you silently cried. Jango had only told you half the plan? And you were affected this much? 

He didn't think. Kuro stood and cupped your chin to make you look at him. "Dear little mouse, you have it wrong." 

Oh. Maybe this wasn't a good idea. He had been aware of his attraction to you, but seeing you like this, looking up at him like this… your eyes wide and watery, your expression pleading. He could see where you been biting your own lips, causing them to be a little more swollen.

"I'm going to fake my death," he said softly, trying to ignore the feelings tumbling in his chest. "I don't actually plan on dying." 

The relief in your expression in your eyes, was enough to make his breath hitch. Or maybe it was because you overcame your usual shyness and impulsively wrapped your arms around him in a hug. 

"Oh thank god!" You swore into his chest. "I was so worried, so scared!" 

Kuro slowly relaxed into your embrace, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and pulling you even closer. Do you really care for him that much? You were his most loyal, most devoted crew member, but didn't imagine you had this much emotion dedicated to him. 

Leaving you behind would be unacceptable. there was absolutely no way he could abandon you. 

"You have a choice," he spoke. "You can stay as part of the Black Cat crew, or you can come with me." 

You had no idea what the plan was. None at all, yet there eas no hesitancy as you looked up at him. "I want to be with you, sir." 

Kuro's lips captured your before he could allow himself to second-guess. Yet you instantly melted against him, fingers reaching up to tease the hair at the nape of his neck as you returned his kiss. You parted your lips for him, allowing him whatever he wanted. 

His perfect little mouse. 

He had been aching for you for such a long time it felt like all control was lost as he picked you up and placed you on the table, your legs instantly wrapping around his waist, his hips flushed with yours. He didn't care for his meal still waiting for him, not when he was able to taste you. 

He'd steal you away once more. He'd abandon the rest of the crew, leave this life of uncertainty behind him, but you he would keep. 

[writingintheshadowsforever]

Imagine Okoye confessing her feelings for you

Three months that's had long you had been gone, and still there was no word for when you might return home. It was the most dangerous mission you'd ever accepted in your ten year career as a War-dog.

The objective to bring down the entire operation of a war criminal. He was number two on the list of notorious criminal overlords, and so far five War-dogs before had attempted the same mission. All of them came back in body bags, and the crazy thing about it was. Your superiors didn't even suggest the mission. You walked into their office and offered to take on the challenge yourself. They thought you were kidding and nearly laughed in your face. But once they realized you were serious they questioned you wondering if you were trying to prove something. You weren't because you had nothing to prove, your home was riddled with badges and medals of honor. For all that you'd accomplished over the years. What set you off was a box filled with letters from grief-stricken mothers, who lost their young sons to the war criminal. If not taken by force to serve in his army when villages were raided as they were gunned down. Letters from people who were making one last plea after losing their families to these raids. You couldn't make it past the third later without bursting into tears.

It took a recommendation from Nakia who was a top War-dog, and one of the best to ever do it. She understood why you wanted to do it, and recognized the look of determination in your eyes. She knew there would be no stopping you. So she put it a good word for you, and off you went. Once you successfully infiltrated his operation, and was undercover. You went radio silent cutting off contact with everyone including Okoye. The only thing that brought her comfort was the small earring that Shuri equipped you with. So if anything did go wrong they could at least track you. But it brought her little comfort considering she still couldn't hear your voice.

The General hadn't been the same since you left, but only the people closest to her could see the subtle changes in her behavior. T'Challa would catch her looking at a hologram map every now and then. It wasn't a map of Wakanda but another country with one small orange dot on it. Ayo noticed the little stumbles in her sparring matches, and even though Okoye was quick to recover. Usually the General didn't make mistakes especially such small ones. Shuri started to become suspicious when Okoye made it habit to stop by the lab everyday and, ask for her to pull up the status reports for all active War-dogs.

Nakia could tell her long-time friend was upset with her for the simple fact Okoye avoided her like a plague. She had only seen her a few times since you left, and whenever she did catch sight of the General. It wouldn't take her long to disappear before Nakia could even say hi. Eventually she got tired of it and cornered her while she stood guard over the Princess one night. There was nowhere for her to go at least not without abandoning her duty. Okoye would never do that.

"Is there something you want to get off your chest Okoye?" Nakia asked her taking stance by the woman.

"No why would you assume that?" Okoye replied continuing to look straight ahead.

"The silent treatment you've been giving me for the past three months speaks volumes sister." Nakia shot back placing a gentle hand on her arm. "Talk to me please."

"How could you sign off on suicide mission for y/n?" Okoye finally caved in.

Nakia did a double take a bit surprised that your mission was the reason for Okoy'e strife with her. She knew you and the General were pretty close, but it never occurred to her that there was more to it. "Y/N was going to go on that mission regardless of rather or not I approved of it. She would've disobeyed orders if that's what it took."

"Your superiors sent her to her death" Okoye whispered angrily.

"She is more than capable" Nakia disagreed.

"So were the last five War-dogs who are now six feet under after trying to bring that man down." Okoye demanded whirling around to face Nakia.

Nakia saw something in her eyes that she hadn't seen since Killmonger threw T'Challa into the falls. Fear and not just regular fear the kind where you think someone you love isn't going to make it home. She saw the same look in her family's eyes whenever she announced she has taken on a particular long and dangerous assignment. "Oh sister you've fallen for her haven't you?" Nakia stated softly.

Okoye looked away not giving a reply.

"Oh she's in love alright I haven't seen someone this worried since brother when you use to leave" Shuri yelled from below.

"Shuri please" Okoye whined.

Nakia had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing. She didn't think The General was capable of such a sound. Shuri chuckles came from below.

"Rest easy Okoye she is more than capable and will be home before you know it. Just some advice tell her how you feel, and she just might stay a little longer" Nakia said rubbing her back.

Okoye gave her a nod praying that she was right about you being okay.

Two Weeks Later

Your tracker went dead somewhere out in the middle of nowhere. Okoye was awoken to sound of Shuri's frantic voice telling her you might be in danger. The General came to life at the mention of your name, and it took her all of thirty seconds to get suited up. T'Challa and Nakia insisted on going with her knowing it could've be anything. Either you got made and they took you out to the desert alone to kill you, or you were on a raid and simply just lost your earring.

It turned out to be both one of his men who used to work for a human trafficking dealer that you brought down. In the early days of your career and he was one of the few who escaped. He finally realized who you really were, and instantly alerted the big boss. He ordered for you to go down with the village. When one of the gunmen turned his weapon on you. A woman let out a warning cry and you ducked just in time avoiding a shot to the back of the head. You swept his feet out from under him, and was on him the second he hit the ground. You ripped the machine gun from his hands, and slam the butt of it into his face knocking him out. After that it was a shootout none of the men cared about the villagers anymore, and you told them to run for it.

You retreated into the forest losing your earring at some point, and with no time to stop for it. You kept going only slowing down when a bullet lodged itself in the back of your shoulder. You turned to fire off a few rounds hitting two men, before going on the run again. One of them were able to get another hit. This time it was in your abdomen, and you went down in a ditch for cover. For an hour you waited each of the gunmen out, taking the kill shot whenever they got close enough. Eventually it was just you and finally you were able to pull yourself out of the ditch to crawl to a tree. Those bullet wounds had done too much damage to your body and caused a substantial amount of blood loss. Your head was spinning you knew you wouldn't be able to get help on your own.

Somehwere just a few feet from where you were propped up against a tree. Leaves were crunched under someone's feet and a branch was snapped.

Crap you thought you got all of them.

"Y/N are you here" a familiar voice called out.

You let the gun drop to the ground with a small grin when T'Challa walked out of the bushes in his suit. "About damn time your highness."

His helmet disappeared revealing his worried face. "You're hurt" he said rushing over.

"Oh please I've had worse" You said trying to play it off, but then a ferocious cough rips itself from your body. T'Challa shakes his head and puts his arm under your legs. That's when Okoye appears from the bushes spear armed ready to go, but when her eyes land on you. She freezes and the spear clattered to the ground.

Nakia is right behind her eyes riddled with worry when she saw the General let her spear go. When she saw the state you were in guilt hit her like a ton of bricks. It wasn't too long ago she was insisting that you would be fine.

T'Challa had lifted you into his arms and walked over to them. "Get the jet over here we need to get her back to Shuri now."

Nakia had to be the one to send the signal out to the jet considering Okoye was still focused on you, and your shallowed breathing. Once they were back on the ship she finally went into action using her kimoyo beads to stabilize your injuries. The trip back to Wakanda was long and stressful with Okoye not leaving your side for a second. She held onto your hand like it was a lifeline praying to Bast that you made it.

When they touched down Shuri was all set up for when they arrived with you in their lab. She went to the work extracting the bullets from your body carefully, and using her technology to treat the wounds. You stayed unconscious for the entire process, and when she was done. Shuri advised everyone to let you get your rest now that you were off death's door. All of them left the lab except Shuri who wasn't too faraway working on a project, and Okoye who stayed by your side throughout the night.

You came to the next morning waking up feeling a weight on your chest. You sat up carefully to see it was Okoye who was fast asleep resting her head on you. One of her hands were holding onto yours in a death grip even why she slept. You smiled and laid back down not wanting to wake her yet.

"You know she froze right" Shuri whispered walking over to the sand table. Her kimoyo beads started vibrating the second you woke up alerting her off your vitals. She wanted to check up on you making sure you weren't freaking out or anything.

"Well I was in pretty bad shape when they found me" You replied softly.

"No she still would've froze" Shuri argued. "Your wounds are completely healed by now, but there might be some soreness. I would suggest you take it easy for the next couple of days."

"You don't have to worry about that after the way my mission ended. There's no way my supervisor lets me out into the field for a while" You said.

"Y/N I will chain you to my spear if you attempt to leave Wakanda on some death trip for the next three months" Okoye chimed in.

You peeked downward to see her eyes open and boring back into yours. They were filled with relief but you could tell she was still worried. She lifted her head from your chest and turned to the Princess. "Can we have a minute?"

"Of course General good luck" Shuri said before getting on the elevator to go up.

"Was that for me or you?" You asked.

"I think it was for both of us." Okoye was on her feet now standing right over you. "I thought I was going to lose you. Why did you go on such a dangerous mission alone?"

"I'm a War-dog Okoye it's my job" You answered without thinking about it.

"You could've died and my heart would've followed you to your grave y/n." She exclaimed lifting your hand to kiss your knuckles. "I love you and I know this is your job, but please just proceed with more caution for me. You don't have to be a one-woman army."

Her confession brought a soft smile to your face as you attempted to sit up, but she pressed a firm hand to your shoulder pushing you back down. "You don't know how long I've been waiting for you to say that" You said with a light chuckle. "Are you going to kiss me? or do I need to do somethi-" Your empty threat was cutoff when she leaned down pressing her lips to yours. You brought a hand to the back of her neck lifting your head up a bit to lean more into the kiss. Her lips moved in sync with hers for a while as she cupped your face. It wasn't until the sound of the elevator coming down Okoye pulled away pressing her forehead to yours breathing heavily.

"Stay" she pleaded.

"For you of course my love" You whispered.

[skippyv20]

Revenge

Hi Skippy

I won't bore you with my opinion after finishing the book, but rather point out some highlights.  

Thomas Markle raised a narcissist who believed that only her truth mattered.  The title Revenge refers to MM accusing the BRF of racism because she couldn't share the spotlight with the Queen and use the BRF as a platform for fame and fortune.

MM, as we know, was a social climbing gold digger and very busy using all kinds of people to get ahead before discarding them. She wasn't a good actress because she always played herself rather than the character. The writer of Suits watched her inter-warp with the character Rachel Zane. He wrote bits of MM into the character and MM took bits from the character for her real life.  Apparently the writer (Aaron Korsh) had fun with that.  Larry King the tv host believed MM had an affair with Patrick J Adams after interviewing them together at a hotel. 

MM was savvy enough to know she needed a brand to get more fame and started the Tig.  She had never in her life mentioned racism except for 2 incidences - the infamous box-ticking episode at school where she couldn't decide if she was black or white, and one time when Dorito was driving and another driver yelled at her.  Emma Watson became MM's hero but unfortunately MM couldn't emulate her even though MM too got a gig addressing the UN (not the main event but a side show where Hillary Clinton was present).  MM only talked about herself and even told the story about getting a reply from HC over the soap dish commercial (which she never did - Thomas Markle lied to boost her ego which was successful). The Fiji market thing was because the UN Women were there and MM had already blown her chance with them by demanding to be a UN ambassador rather than the advocate they appointed her as.  Later, back in Montecito, she got heavily involved with Black Lives Matters but stopped short of their more radical activities.

Michelle Obama had tried to advise Meghan about life in the spotlight after marrying Harry through a speech she made which was ignored.  MO obviously didn't like what she was seeing and backed right off.  MM and Harry weren't invited to Barack Obama's birthday party in the Hamptons.

Doria was a self interested, pot smoking loser who told Thomas Markle she had set up a market business and that's why she was dropping MM (9 years old) off with him on a permanent basis.  Thomas had no idea why Dorito would need to be away for 3 weeks at a time but as usual, never questioned her.  T & D had over the years "got together" even though they were divorced.  She was with other women and men during their marriage. Thomas never won the lottery, that was a lie Thomas Jnr told a reporter.

Knowing the importance that MM put on celebrities, Markus Anderson introduced her to Princess Eugenie at Soho House, and MM thought PE might be able to help her.

MA, Misha Nonoo, Jessica Mulroney and MM went on a holiday together.  Misha's marriage to Alexander Gilkes (remember Eugenie worked at his Paddle 8 gallery) was on the rocks and with the exception of JM, all were looking for a partner to give them a leg up on the ladder of fame and money.  Prince Harry was discussed as a candidate for MM.  After that trip, MM went to Wimbledon as she was being paid by Ralph Lauren to appear in their clothes.  She met Violet van Westholz there who was Ralph Lauren's PR person AND Harry's childhood friend. V was asked by MM to make the introduction.  Violet got in touch with Harry about the idea, and he watched Suits and decided he would go on a blind date with MM who then enlisted MA to organise a private room at Soho in London.

On the day of the date Friday 1st July 2016, she had a lunch date with Gina Nelthorp-Cowne (who had been unsuccessfully trying to break MM into the British scene for a while) and told her about it.  Although Bowers doesn't say what her line would be, MM told G that she knew exactly what to say to hook Harry from the get go. MM then returned to Canada in mid-July and told Cory V it was over.  He wasn't sorry as MM had been a pain in the ass for a long time bragging about her New York friends. 

MM had deliberately started going to New York to try for more fame and money than she got in Canada, and through Rory the Irish golfer met John Fitzpatrick the hotelier.  JF was heavily involved with the Clintons.  He got MM to the White House for a function where she met Barack Obama. JF says that "officially they weren't in a relationship, they were just friends."

Harry's troubles as a child were ignored by Diana and he was an academic failure.  He decided on the army as a career and found himself happy there.  The only reason he left the army was because he could not progress further without an education. Prince William and Harry both hated the press and believed that they killed their mother.  William was a hothead and Harry always tried to protect him from flack while they were rebellious teenagers. Charles left them to their own devices while he was with Camilla.  As he got older, William saw there were more factors at play in Diana's death than the press but Harry stuck to his original feelings. They would not accept Camilla, and Harry still doesn't. Charles pressured William and Harry to approve of Camilla becoming Queen Consort, Harry never will but William finally acquiesced recently.  

The Queen has made mistakes by not separating family from duty, especially with Charles, Andrew and Harry.  Lord Geidt was ousted as the Queen's private secretary via pressure from Andrew and Charles.  LG's deputy, Edward Young who replaced LG, was not really effective at dealing with MM and Harry's shenanigans. It appears Jason Knauf was initially out of his depth with MM too.

The Queen had approved MM being "fast tracked" into the BRF because she thought it would make the monarchy look more appealing. The book mentions the Queen playing the "long game" and she personally approved of the measures to make sure Harry knew he was now a second row royal.

Thank you so much for putting this together…..very interesting stuff…❤️

[beautifulpersonpeach]

this is something of a random ask but i spend a lot of time on reddit and i've noticed something about sm stans. they don't just resent bts, they /hate/ hybe. more than any other type of kpoppie bpp, sm stans' hate spreads beyond just bts, it affects the other groups, they hate the idea of hybe itself. everything hybe does is bad, everything hybe does is actually of inferior quality to sm, everything from hybe must be treated as inherently questionable, mediocre and ultimately second-rate to everything from sm. even the most staunch hybe stans don't talk like this about hybe compared to other companies. they don't even bring up sm at all unless in reply to someone else, usually an sm stan making comparisons unprovoked in favor of sm. at least, talking to some hybe stan bffs this year, they weren't even as into the sm-hybe-kakao drama as the sm stans were.

what i'm asking bpp, is if you've seen this yourself. why are they like this? big 3 stans in general have this weird chip on their shoulder but sm stans have this intense vitriol for not just armys but hybe also and it's mad weird.

sorry for venting in your inbox bpp. you ignored my other asks and i don't blame you if you ignore this one. i didn't mean to trauma dump. i feel comfortable offloading in your space after seeing crazy take after crazy take on reddit. it's hard to even write "hybe" and "good" in the same sentence there without an sm stan breathing down your neck for typing it. i'm curious if there's a different sort of animus stans of sm groups have towards hybe specifically, if you see it and can explain why. but it's okay if you don't, i feel better already just being in your space.

***

That last line is kinda creepy ngl.

Maybe take a break off Reddit? I've not been on there for a while but I can't imagine it's changed much - it's just a place for k-pop stans who don't actually know what they're talking about but also like to argue, and a place for actual fanatics and nerds, to find community. I found my community offline so I've not been active on Reddit since like 2018 and I don't miss it. But if you'd rather remain active on Reddit, the only other unsolicited advise I'll give is to master the art of not giving a fuck. I'm not trying to plug the self-help book of the same title (I think), what I'm saying is that the groups you love are better served by you appreciating them, hyping them up, speaking about them in positive contexts, than going back and forth in comment threads arguing with people. If someone is spreading blatant misinformation, it's best to always correct them. But if it's just hate, personally, it's easy for me to ignore it or at worst if it's actually egregious, report it. I'm convinced the majority of k-pop stans (and a sizable proportion of people in the ARMY fandom including solos), just aren't good people. It's reflected in practically everything about how this sub-culture operates. So a natural inclination towards thinking for yourself and not giving a fuck enough to ignore obviously disturbed people or even just opinions you disagree with, will serve you well. This is how I'd recommend you deal with Reddit.

That said, yeah many fans of SM groups do exhibit a tangible sense of contempt for HYBE specifically. I actually spent almost the entire time reading your ask laughing, because man, there are reasons for why this is but I'm way too sober to get into it now. Maybe one day I will. Because for years I was fascinated by how, even k-pop noobs who become stans of SM groups, take on the same hostile countenance towards HYBE specifically compared to the other Big 3 companies. After watching this pattern repeat for years, finally at some point it clicked for me why. But anyway, we'll get into that someday.

[voluminous-violet]

V, The People (so probably just me) gotta know: what are your Fallout faction takes. Just Generally I mean

Oh really? This is a fun question I really wasn't expecting but I'll take it!

So we're gonna start with my most controversial take probably and then work randomly from there lmao

Brotherhood of Steel: Ok I'm gonna be honest I REALLY like the BoS a lot, in almost all of their depictions, minus like fallout 4. I think it makes a lot of sense that some former military types would go nuts with trying to prevent the over use and reliance on old war tech and take it way too far while also being over the top sanctimonious about it. I also like that there's small pockets of Brotherhood who seem to realize that they're in a much better position to help people and actually try makes them a more dynamic faction. I'm ok with them being a more lawful neutral faction of not really giving fuck, rather than the big bad monsters like Fallout 4.

NCR: Boy howdy is this faction a cluster fuck of "Guys hear me out we have REALLY GOOD IDEAS TRUST ME" and then fucking up everything nonstop. Probably one of the most realistic factions in terms of wanting to do good but being so far up their own in bureaucracy and self importance that you get basically all of their problems in New Vegas. They WANT to be lawful good but end up being neutral good mostly.

Followers of the Apocalypse: Probably the only faction that has an idea of what they want to do and ACTUALLY gets it done even if it's on a smaller scale than they would want. One of the few factions you can openly say you're part of and not get shot on site by someone lmao.

Caesar's Legion: Oh noooo the bastard clan is bastards??? Yeah I'm not a fan, though I do like the touch in the writing where you hear reports from places the Legion has conquered talking about how like "Life sorta sucks but there's a sense of normalcy at least?" Like no one says they're GOOD but some at least appreciate the safety it brings. It's a nice touch in my opinion to give the player that absolutely TINY moment where they think "MAYBE I could hear them out" before seeing all the crucifixes and immediately ignoring anything they say.

The Enclave: Ok so I'm glad they're basically done with, but I wouldn't mind hearing that there's like tiny squads scattered across the wastes trying to keep the factions ideals alive. Honestly, I wish they weren't in Fallout 3 because I think they would've made a GREAT foil in Fallout 4 for the next faction...

The Institute: Ok so this was actually the final faction I sided with in my playthrough to get the platinum trophy in Fallout 4. I usually LOVE the super high tech factions and the neat futurism they bring, I mean ffs I'm a BoS simp, but god is there just... almost nothing redeemable about The Institute? They literally just do things because they can and think the rest of the world should just go with it because everyone is lesser than them? And don't get me started the synth debated because that's something that really shouldn't have even been a thing but HERE WE ARE I GUESS.

The Minutemen: Honestly just... why are they here? I know they're supposed to be the Yes Man for Fallout 4 in case you fuck up literally everything else, but they're just SO BLAND. Preston is annoying, Mama Murphy is just there to make the game easier for new players, and the rest of them have like no character beyond angry, depressed, or mechanic.

I know I'm leaving a bunch off but this is getting long winded so if you agree, disagree, or want a specific faction mentioned, just send another ask!

[dnickels]

definitely curious about "scene-- Heron introduces the conspiracy"!

I love them, but I am just awful at trying to make my own mysteries-- I don't have the restraint to do anything really subtle, and its always obvious by chapter three what's going on. I've been leaning into that, and the idea I'm working (the delusion I'm laboring under) is that the point is everyone can see there's something going on here, except the main character/narrator, because he is just awful and deeply ideological. It's a halfway funny idea in theory, but in practice I worry its a little tiresome? It's already a Monty Python sketch.

"Have you...?" Heron ventured, with an odd delicacy, "that is-- you haven't remembered anything else from that night, have you?" "Why?" he snapped, feeling a curl of unease at this new line of questioning.

"No particular reason," Heron waved, vaguely. He was an exceptionally poor liar, and even he seemed to know it: "Well, I suppose I did wonder..."

It's none of your business, he wanted to snarl, but held his tongue. The last thing he wanted to do was review his memories of the disaster, especially when those memories haunted his thoughts once summoned, ruthlessly tearing away his peace of mind.

"I understand you were in-- fragile condition, afterwards, and that is perfectly understandable, but I found your statement of facts to be...thin."

"Thin?" Reeve bristled. He had never written a report that was anything less than adequate in the whole of his career.

"Well, yes, rather-- if I had been investigating your case, I would have had a number of follow up questions..."

"There's no investigation," Reeve bit back. "There is no case."

"No," Heron was oddly subdued. "Another odd thing, wouldn't you say?"

Reeve was taken aback, but before he could work out his response, Heron had him back on the ropes:

"Would you tell me? If you had remembered anything else? Anything-- out of the ordinary?"

Reeve hated him for asking, and more than that, hated him for asking in such a gentle, decorous way that he couldn't be properly offended by it. He swallowed back his simmering frustration, casting about for some detail that would sate the man's morbid curiosity and get him to drop the matter for good--

[...]

"You are a stubborn fool. It's looking you right in the face and you simply refuse to see it," Heron's words were sharp, but his tone was forgiving, making it difficult to take offense.

"What you're implying is monstrous," Reeve countered, stubbornly. "You've no proof. You-- you want to drag me through all that again, to gratify your own morbid interest."

"Morbid! I like that!"

"Morbid and-- and paranoid," Norwich's rebuke was ringing in his ears, helping shake off the poisonous whisper of doubt that Heron dribbled in his ears. But the memories of that night weren't so easily dismissed and they circled him, snapping at his heels, his hands were shaking...

If Heron noticed, he had the decency not to say anything about it. He only sighed, taking off his hat and running weary fingers through his hair. "Let's drop the matter for now, shall we?"

"As far as I'm concerned, there's nothing to discuss." "Yes, yes, that's the spirit."

[unknown-writerraine]

Yandere!Tom Riddle with a darling that's a seer.

Synopsis: You're a seer and you're now in the hands of the Dark Lord and you see no future where you are free, every possibility has you back into his arms once again.

A/n: (Tom looks like what he did before going noseless because I just cannot)

Fem!Reader but I refer you with gender neutral terms.

You can either be a student who miraculously caught Tom's interest or you were like some outgoing student who uses their seer powers to read other students futures, your reason to be that you just want to practice your powers more and improve in reading futures.

Although you have them pay you though, reading their futures have you left tired and sleeping earlier than others, not having time to even eat dinner.

Tom hear about you through his Slug club, his followers telling him that he could have you read his future to see if he could succeed in being the Dark Lord.

Although it's a dumb idea though, you could find out about his plans through the reading and have him reported since most of your readings have come true.

He didn't go to you to read your future but rather out of curiosity, he basically had been stalking you for a week and had your schedule memorised in his mind, walking up to you when it was the end of classes and you were cornered by a bunch of books.

Now you were quite closed off and didn't have good social skills so when the popular, smart student Tom riddle approached you, you were quite nervous.

I mean, You did a very good job in keeping off of people's radars, you weren't one to like attention because you happen to not like the stares of many people on you, it just scared you because they'll be watching your every move and is just waiting for you to mess up.

"I heard you can read people's futures." He told you.

Now, you weren't very sure how respond about this and was bracing for him to ask you to read his, maybe he wants to know if he'll be head boy or something.

"How do you do it?" Now that was a question you weren't expecting, none of your clients asked hoe the reading process worked but just gave you the required money and held out their hands at you.

"Uh...well I need to have physichal contact with the person whose future I'm reading." You say as you try to look at him in the eyes but you just couldn't hold his stare for long.

"Interesting. Have you read bad futures yet?" He really knows how to catch you off guard but you answered with a nod anyways, it's not like your desecrating your clients privacy, you didn't need to say a name or anything.

"Just you know, a dead relative, not achieving their dreams, that kind of stuff.." You say as you pick at your finger nails.

"Have you seen one where they die?"

You abruptly stood up and looked him in the eyes with a glare, "Where are we going with this conversation exactly? Cause I feel like this is no longer you being curious about how I read futures." You say as you cross your arms above your chest.

"I apologize if my questions rubbed you off the wrong way. It just came to mind." He said as he smiled at you.

You huff and bring a hand you your head sratching it in frustration, "Yeah whatever." You mutter before gathering up your books and leave to go to the front desk to borrow the books you didn't finish reading.

"Quite an interesting power. I could use someone like that in the future." Tom says as he brings his hand behind his back and watches your figure walk out of the library.

----

Now this idea has been plaguing myind I just desperately needed to write this down, now, there will be a part two to this but it will take some time since I've been busy at the moment.

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[thepokyone]

First Choice

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader (ft. Sam)

Warnings: angst, violence, fluff

Words: 3.6k

A/N: This was actually a combo request from an anon and @divergirl99 so I hope you both enjoy it! I had a great time writing this one. Just the perfect amount of pining, angst, and fluff and a dash of best friends to enemies to lovers. Enjoy, friends!

(also not to be dramatic but the ending of this fic is so soft I know I wrote it but I love it so much sdfjsdkl)

You hadn't thought it would last. They had met because of you, ironically enough; she was the one that took your place after you abandoned your team to stand with Steve Rogers when you discovered the truth: Bucky Barnes had been framed.

You had been part of an elite FBI team, trained for high-risk search and rescue and hostage recovery scenarios, including the UN bombing in Vienna by supposed terrorist Bucky Barnes. Your job had never been to ask questions. You followed orders, saved those who needed saving, and used lethal force when necessary.

You were one of the good guys, until you weren't.

"Y/L/N, I need you at that meeting with the Secretary of State today," Hansen, your team lead, said, poking his head into the office you used perhaps once a month. "They want me briefing the Vice President on our actions after the bombing."

"Sure," you said. Anything was better than writing your report.

The meeting itself was boring. You weren't required to speak, as your opinion wasn't needed; you were simply there to take notes, track the progress of the investigation so the team would be prepared to respond in case of incident.

You were in the back, seated apart from the round table of very important (and very powerful) officials, out of sight and out of mind. Maybe they simply forgot that you weren't cleared for the information they revealed. Or maybe, knowing you were by all definitions one of their yes-men, they simply didn't care.

"And what of the reports, sir? The claims that Bucky Barnes was framed for the bombing? Is there any truth to them?" It was a question from one of the Army generals, one with more stars than you would give him, but it had your attention.

"Of course he was framed, General. Sergeant Barnes is a formerly brainwashed, ex-HYDRA operative, he'd hardly have the resources to pull off a bombing of such a magnitude, much less the clearness of mind. But we need a scapegoat and Steve Rogers needs controlled. What better way to do so than to label Bucky Barnes as a terrorist?" Secretary Ross asked.

Your pen had frozen over the doodle you had been scribbling in the margins. Bucky Barnes was being framed? The real terrorist was still out there and they were willing to do nothing if it meant they could put Steve Rogers under their thumb?

Anger sparked in your chest. Your duty had always been to help innocent people, not help these men further their corrupt agenda. Your conscience would not let you stand by and watch them frame an innocent man.

You were able to join with Steve Rogers' team in less than three days. Doing the job you did, you made some powerful friends, ones that were willing to point you in the direction of the most wanted man in in the world.

That was how you met Bucky Barnes, a man who was most assuredly not a terrorist, but rather one of the best you had ever known. In the aftermath of the fight, you, alongside Bucky, were granted asylum in Wakanda. It was only after the battle with Thanos and aiding in saving the universe that you were pardoned for your aiding of Steve Rogers but you had no desire to return to your old life.

Instead you began a normal life (as normal as being a part-time superhero can be, anyway). You got an apartment across from Bucky, a flexible job as a consultant, and even a cat that you were fairly certain preferred Bucky's company over yours.

But your past had a funny way of never staying dead when you came face-to-face with your team leader after you, Bucky, Sam, and Sharon successfully stopped the Flag Smashers and saved the GRC hostages.

"Y/L/N," he greeted coolly, joined by several others, most of whom you recognized.

"Hansen," you said. "It's been a while."

"Yes," he agreed. "I see you're doing well for yourself."

"When I can. Saving the world hardly pays the bills, unfortunately," you said.

"Probably should have thought of that before you left," Hansen said, but the slight twitch of his mouth told you he wasn't serious.

"I did become an honorary Avenger, though, so I've got that going for me," you said, grinning.

Hansen smiled too. "True. Let me introduce you to the new members." There were three: two due to the Snap, and the third was your replacement.

"Anna Folly," she said, shaking your hand. "It's a pleasure." Something about her tone indicated that it was not.

"Y/N!" Bucky called from behind you, joining your side. "Who are they?"

"My old team," you told him.

"You're Bucky Barnes," Hansen said. Bucky gave an awkward nod. "We thought Y/L/N was crazy for betraying the country for you. She did the right thing, obviously, but I never imagined we would get to meet you."

"Uh," Bucky said, giving you a bewildered glance, "yeah, well, here I am."

After an awkward round of introductions and a conversation that lasted fifteen minutes but felt like an hour, you and Bucky were on your way and you assumed that was the end of it.

Two weeks later, Bucky brought up that he had gone on a lunch date with your replacement Anna Folly and the two were planning to go out again. You choked on your drink.

"You what?!" Bucky thumped your back as you sputtered, regaining your breath.

"We're going on a second date," he repeated. "She's a great person, you'd like her if you got to know her."

That was impossible, because she was going on dates with him, and you were in love with him.

"Why didn't you tell me you went out with her in the first place?" you asked, slightly hurt. You and Bucky told each other everything (sans the fact that you were in love with him, that is).

Bucky looked a little embarrassed. "She asked me to keep it to myself, and I wanted the date to go well, so I did. I mean, it isn't every day that someone can look past the metal arm."

"Bucky, you're an amazing person and anyone would be lucky to go out with you," you said. "Please don't settle just because you don't know if someone better will come along."

"I'm not," he protested, but you were sure that his heart wasn't in it.

He didn't listen to you, of course. They started dating, and you found yourself pushed aside in favor of dates: dinner, lunch, coffee, a walk in the park. Before long, you were hardly seeing Bucky at all.

Sam, who had the annoying ability of being able to see right through you, was tired of your moping. "Just tell him how you feel! Trust me, if I'm right - and I am - he will drop her the second he realizes you like him. He's just being an idiot."

"He's happy, Sam," you said. "I could never live with myself for ruining this when he finally has a good thing."

"How do you know he's happy? You barely see the guy," Sam retorted. "You're more important to him than she will ever be. Why does nobody ever listen to me?"

It was two weeks after that conversation when Bucky knocked at your door (something he never did before Anna) and told you that the two of you need to talk.

"Drink?" you offered, feeling like you were going to need one if his face was anything to go by.

"Please," he said. You grabbed two beers, passing him one and cracking open yours.

You took a swig. "What's up?"

"Well," Bucky said, taking a drink of his own beer to cover his hesitation, "look, you're not going to like it. I'm in a bit of an awkward spot and I don't-"

"Just spit it out," you said, because there were a lot of choices in his life that you didn't like lately, all leading back to Anna, so he may as well just add another to the pile.

"Anna asked me not to talk to you anymore," Bucky said.

"What?" you demanded. He was right, you didn't like it. "Why the hell does she think she has any control over who you get to talk to?"

"She is my girlfriend. I don't want to make her uncomfortable- but I don't want to lose you, either!" Bucky said, rubbing the back of his neck.

"You're not telling me you seriously considered it!"

"No! Well, kind of, but she's giving me an ultimatum, asking me to choose between her or you!" he said.

You were furious. "And what, you've had to think about it? After everything we've been through, after I betrayed my country for you, gave up everything I knew, fought side-by-side with you for years and you're telling me you had to think about it?"

"I never asked you to do any of those things for me!" Bucky said, getting worked up now. "You know, I've finally found a girl who I really care about, who likes me for who I am, and you've never even tried to get along with her! No matter how much I asked, you never did! Of course she doesn't want me talking to you anymore. Maybe I wouldn't be in this position if you hadn't been such a shitty friend!"

"You’re a bastard, Bucky Barnes," you said, voice trembling with rage. "You want to choose your girlfriend of four months over me? Fine. But I don't have to stand here and let you blame me for something that would have happened even if I treated her like she was the greatest human being to walk the earth. She's never liked me either, Bucky, and maybe you would see that if you pulled your head out of your ass."

"Fine! If that's what you really think, maybe I will pick her!" he yelled, his face flushed red.

"Fine by me! You're a grown-ass man, you can do what you want, but don't expect me to help pick up the pieces when she breaks your heart!" you yelled back. Bucky was already storming towards your door and you chased after him, not done. "Because newsflash, Bucky! Your girlfriend's a bitch!"

And you slammed the door behind him.

You didn't even get a chance to finish your beer (which was looking more like "find a random bar and get blackout drunk" by the minute) before Sam called.

"You heard, huh? Bucky come crying to you already?" You spat when you answered the phone.

"First of all, I have no idea what the hell you're talking about, so you can take that tone somewhere else," Sam said, never one to take you or Bucky's shit. "Second of all, I don't care what's going on between you and Bucky right now, because we have a mission that needs us on-site as soon as possible. Let him know that I'll be at your apartment building in fifteen to pick you guys up."

"You'll have to tell him yourself," you said. "I'll be ready, but I'm not talking to him."

"C'mon, Y/N, don't be like that," Sam said.

"I have every right. Bucky was being an ass and I'm not about to give him so much as the time of day," you said.

Sam's sigh was loud on the other end of the phone. "Fine, I'll call him myself. Just be ready when I get there, alright?"

"I told you I would be," you said grumpily. "See you in a bit."

"Yeah. Can't wait for this car ride," Sam said sarcastically, ending the call.

The car ride to the airport was tense. Sam did his best to ease the tension, but neither you or Bucky were very inclined to speak, least of all to each other.

"Why don't you just brief us on the mission," you suggested after five solid minutes of silence.

"Sure," Sam said. "High value hostage situation. Five high-ranking government personnel - all with access to top secret information that could cause irreparable damage if released - were taken today on their commutes home. They're currently being held in a lab formerly owned by Stark Industries and is, if the captors are to be believed, rigged to detonate and kill everyone inside if the hostages' holding room is breached. Fortunately-"

"There's a fortunately?" Bucky asked from the back.

"Yeah. Fortunately, bomb squad should have defused the bomb by the time we arrive in about two hours," Sam said. "As there have been no demands, it is believed that the hostages taken have information that the captors need. Y/N, we'll be working with your old team to successfully recover the hostages."

You let your head thump against the window. "Great."

"Listen, I don't know what's going on between you two, but if you can't set it aside for this mission you're going to get people killed," Sam said seriously.

"We'll be fine, Sam," you said. "I'll work with some of my team instead." Hansen would take pity on you. You hoped.

Sam heaved a sigh. "Fine."

After a tense plane ride spent reviewing the plans for the coming mission, you were on the ground and within punching distance of Anna Folly, who seemed intent on ruining your life. She was smirking at you in a way you did not like and, rather than give her energy that she was not worth, you grabbed Hansen's attention.

"In need of one more?" you asked him.

"Actually, yes. Hodges is out - his wife just had a baby - so we're down one. We're splitting into two groups, you can be in mine," Hansen said. "It'll be good to have you back."

"Just like old times," you said, slapping him on the back. "When do we move in?"

"Should be in five, so make sure you have everything you need and be ready to see some action," Hansen said.

Weapons holstered and semi-auto in hand, you joined Hansen and his crew and barely suppressed a groan. Of course she was in your group. Life hadn't been kind to you before, so why should it start now?

Hansen addressed the group. "Bomb squad reports that the bomb has been successfully defused, so we are a go for entry. We will be getting in position and waiting on the signal to move in. Stay alert, watch each other's backs, and remember our primary objective is to get all five hostages out alive. Good luck."

You entered on the signal. The first halls were clear, but you heard gunfire from a ways off. "Here we go," Hansen muttered, the four of you readying your weapons. There were two guarding the entrance to the holding room; the rest had been drawn off to the front, as had been planned. They were easy to take care of - Hansen, who had always been the best shot on the team, fired two neat shots and stepped around their bodies.

He kicked the doors and they gave way, flinging open. The first few seconds within the hostage area were always the most dangerous, both for you and for the hostages. You could never be one-hundred percent certain of what you would find inside.

"Six hostages!" You shouted, firing a few quick shots. Your group had only brought five extra bulletproof vests. "Cover me!" you shouted to Hansen, ripping off your own vest and shoving it into the sixth hostage's chest.

You raised your gun, firing off another several shots and dropping the last of the captors. There were less than you expected, but you could still hear gunfire coming from the front of the building.

"Hansen, you've got incoming." It was Sam's voice out of the radios.

Hansen cursed. "We don't have the manpower to cover them all. Hold your positions. Hostages, to the back. Y/L/N, you don't have a vest, be careful."

"Not the first time I've been in a fight without one," you said, reloading your gun. "Won't be the last."

"Good for you," Anna said sarcastically, a remark which you ignored, as you heard the footfalls approach the room.

You raised your gun as they came into view, your gunshots joining the chorus. It was a short fight; your opponents were relatively inexperienced, which considering your current lack of a Kevlar vest, worked in your favor.

The biggest rule in your line of work was making sure the enemy was defeated before stepping out into the open and revealing your position. And as another captor charged through the door, rifle raised, Anna broke that rule. Even a Kevlar vest wouldn't stop a rifle shot from a range that close. The shot would probably kill her. You could let it.

But as much as you hated her, you loved Bucky more. And losing Anna would crush him. There was never a choice for you. You slammed into her, knocking her out of the way. You would sacrifice anything for Bucky. Even your life.

The bullet hit you instead, smashing into your abdomen even as you saw the man who shot fall from one of Hansen's bullets. Your blood was searing hot against your fingers as you fell and in the next second Hansen was looming over you, saying something you could not understand-

You felt your head roll to the side as everything went black.

Waking came slowly. You felt like you were underwater, anchored only by your hand in someone else's, your tether. Eventually there was noise: the lull of voices, the steady beep of a heart monitor, the thump of your heart in time. Last came light, filtering through your eyelids until you finally forced them open, blinking hard as everything swam once before coming into focus.

"Y/N?" Bucky's voice, full of worry. "How are you feeling?"

"Bucky?" you croaked, grimacing. Your voice was scratchy from disuse.

"Yeah, doll, it's me. I'm here. You're gonna be okay," he assured you, squeezing your hand. "Here, you want some water?" You sipped from the cup he held to your lips, which chased the dryness from your mouth.

"I got shot," you said, memories becoming more clear as the fog left your head. He set the cup aside.

"You scared the hell out of me," Bucky said, concern on every line of his face. "Someone said over the comms that you were down and I snapped. I don't remember anything after that until I saw you in that room, just lying there as the medics tried to stabilize you enough to get you in the ambulance. There was so much blood."

"I don't remember any of that," you told him. "Only Hansen as he tried to keep me awake."

"I'll never forget it." There was a beat of silence. "All I could think about was the last thing I said to you. I'm so sorry, doll. You're the most important person in the world to me, and I'm sorry that I acted like such an ass. You were right."

"Obviously, but you may have to be more specific," you said. "Of course I forgive you, Buck. Maybe it's the painkillers mellowing me out, but I do forgive you."

"I don't know what I would do without you," he said, pulling his chair closer to your bed. "You knocked Anna out of the way."

"Yeah. Pretty stupid, but I couldn't let her die, not when you care about her so much."

"Cared. Past tense. It was over the second I heard you had been hurt, because of course it has always been you, will always be you, but-" Bucky glanced away, his jaw clenching. "Hansen told me what happened, kept me from ripping the medics away to try to help you myself. Anna said she didn't see why I was making such a big deal out of it, because I had chose her, like she thought that she would somehow ever compare-" he cut himself off again.

"What did you do?" you asked, curious.

"I told her we were done. And then I got in the ambulance with you and didn't look back," Bucky said, squeezing your hand. "You were right about her all along. Why didn't I listen to you?"

"Because you're an idiot," you told him, offering him a small smile. "I'm sorry for what I said too. You didn't deserve to be called a bastard."

Bucky laughed. "Yes, I did. If I was in your place, having to watch some guy who would never be good enough put his hands all over my girl-" he stopped talking, a blush creeping up his neck. "You're not- Sorry, you're not my girl, I never should have-"

"I like the sound of it," you said quietly.

His eyes snapped to yours. "What?"

"I can't say my dislike of your ex-girlfriend was only due to her character," you said, a sheepish smile on your face. "Don't think I was a big enough person to like her, not when she was dating the man I'm in love with."

It had rolled off your tongue so easily, like it was always meant to be said, and with the way Bucky was gazing at you (as if you were the one who had hung all the stars in the sky) you could not regret it.

"I love you," the words tumbled out, rushed, and he leaned forward to press his lips to your forehead, whispering the words again. "I always just assumed you didn't feel the same. But how could I not, baby? You've been with me through it all. You will always be my first choice. I love you, how could I not?"

[animeyanderelover]

Can you write 8 with Hisoka? Thank you

I haven't written for him in a very long time if I remember correctly so here you go. This became kind of interesting since I honestly believe that the type of darling I wrote in here would fit him best.

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessiveness, obsessiveness, mentions of NSFW and dub-con, Hisoka

Prompt 8: "Don't cover my love bites or else I'm going to add more."

He was not paying any attention to you for a change, something you were silently utterly thrilled over, it was a rather pleasant change. One you were tasting out to it's fullest, even if his presence and the light sound of cards being shuffled had to still remind you painfully that he was still in the same room as you. But you took what you were given, there was no time to waste precious time where his hands weren't all over you and he wasn't annoying you to see you all riled up.

You weren't exactly a master in ignoring him, but you were talented enough to at least erase the tint of his presence and the gentle noise of him building houses out of his cards.

So there you were, resting on your bed with a book that you had bought recently since it had been recommened to you and Hisoka with his cards on your desk, minding his own stuff.

Your relationship with this clown-like man was out of logic, peculiar was a far too light term to describe whatever you two had. You didn't quite love him nor did you really hate him, you spent lots of time with him, mostly because he was a persistent pain in the ass, but you had your moments where you got along with him and might have felt something akin to a crush. On other days you had honestly just wanted to strangle and beat him to death.

Hisoka's feelings were not that easy either, you only knew that he had a thing for pissing you off and teasing you until you had to snap which only encouraged him to continue. On that note he appeared to be quite the pathetic masochist as well looking on how much it had seemed to turn him on whenever you had smacked him which was pitifully amusing as much as it was unnerving.

Asking him about his true feelings hadn't gotten you anywhere so far either since his answers were never truly what you had to hear and if he answered for once, his words weren't quite as straight as you would have preferred them to be. According to him you were "a very entertaining individual", "he never felt bored when with you" and he was apparently also "somehow fond" of you. These answers had only helped you that far, at one point you had stopped to try to get to the bottom of the true meaning of this strange relationship.

It was as it was and it wasn't like you could report him to the police or force him to stay away, you had tried a lot at this point and nothing had worked. You had to give him credits for this though, he truly was a sneaky and determined bastard and a talented fighter.

Some time passed by with you finally being able to focus on what you had wanted to read for the last two weeks, feeling like you were pulled into the story as the images started engulfing you, your mind forgetting for a while that there was a real world in which you were still physically existing.

Until a sudden feeling started crawling up your spine, like an insect, leaving a tingling sensation on your skin that caused your nerves to react, forcing your senses to wake you up from your little daydream as you perked slightly confused up, wondering what this sudden feeling was.

You were sharp though, owning a Hunter license yourself and even if you weren't the strongest, you were still confident enough that you were a good few steps over the average Hunter as well. Pinpointing the source of this sudden sensation down wasn't really hard and you even had to ask yourself in a sarcastic way why there had even been any need to question it in the first place.

Of course. Obviously it was Hisoka who was giving off this sudden feeling you had.

From the corner of your eyes you could still observe that he hadn't stopped building his houses yet he radiated off this weird aura that you couldn't quite figure out for now. It certainly made it harder to ignore him though since it was interrupting the semi-peaceful atmosphere and your sixth sense reacted quite sharply to this sudden shift in the mood.

If you had to take a first guess, you'd say that it almost seemed like something was bugging him and not you for once. Despite the tiniest bit of curiosity of what was annoying him now, if you were right with your guess that was, you decided to ignore him for the better odds. His issues weren't your problems as long as it wouldn't mean something bad for you so he was free to remain on his own. Your book was much more worth right now, not to mention that he still kept doing what he had been doing this whole time before, letting you have your peace.

With you still constantly sensing to how this thing seemed to work him up more and more, it became significantly harder to pretend he wasn't there though. Your sixth sense was chiming in your mind like a goddamn bell, over and over again. During missions this keen feeling had saved you your life quite a few times before, but right now you just wished to shut it out somehow. Somehow the bad feeling still settled inside of you that you were receiving a hunch that something was about to go very wrong in this peaceful morning, still you did your damn best to focus on your book.

To your huge annoyance you kept losing your sentences and your mind and even your eyes were wandering to Hisoka if you weren't paying enough attention. As a last resort you ended up plainly shoving your book closer to your face, blocking the view you could have had on the pale man otherwise.

It was quite a bit hurtful to know that his mere presence was enough to make you feel so frustrated, normally you were always able to ignore someone for the sake of your job. On the other hand, the word normal was the very last word that you would have used for Hisoka.

"Say, for how long do you plan on ignoring my silent suffering like this, hm? I know that you've silently paying attention to me this whole time, you even perked up earlier because you noticed. You still decided to pretend like I wasn't there though."

You could have sworn that he almost sounded a bit hurt despite not looking up from his work, even if you knew that Hisoka liked to play the victim. You still chose to not answer or give him any sort of reaction, you wanted no interaction with him. He wouldn't let that slide, you were aware of this, but right now you wanted to just finish your book!

"Not going to answer, are we?", he mused after letting a few moments pass by, this time sounding the tiniest bit amused.

There was still no answer and you honestly wondered why he was even asking such an obvious question since you had already handed him your answer in the form of not responding.

Another few moments ticked away before he finally stopped with his cards and instead turned around, his gaze instantly landing on you which elicted a inner sigh from you. Your hunch had, sadly, been right.

"Are we playing our game again? You trying to ignore me whilst I try to change that? I don't mind at all, it's always fun breaking your seemingly calm facade."

You could tell from the way he was drawling that he was about to start and you silently braced yourself for whatever he would throw at you right now.

"Still though, sometimes I really do wish that we could get along a bit better. Like yesterday evening for example, we had such a lovely time together."

He sounded almost a bit dreamy as he said it, the numerous inappropriate scenes came back into his mind.

The soft sound of a book being shut was what diverted his attention back to you, watching how you slowly put the book down on your night desk with a professional calm expression on your face.

"Oh? That was easier than expected.", he mocked, his golden eyes narrowing in amusement as he had just struck a trigger-happy spot of yours.

You took your time to move up and sit on the edge of your bed, leaving the clown purposely on edge as he watched in anticipation for your reaction.

Your hands were folded neatly together in your lap as your appearance was one that was meant to fake politeness, you guessed Hisoka could still sense your slightly angered aura though.

"Hisoka, I know that I've talked with you about it merely a few hours ago, but I'll say it once again. Do not, not even for a single milisecond in your life, think too much about what happened between us yesterday, alright? I was very heavily drunk and clearly not in control of myself, otherwise I would have broken your bones before you could have even touched me. So just never talk or mention it to me or anyone else, understood?"

"You didn't enjoy it?"

You gave him a look that was the borderline of disgusting before simply replying:"Nope."

You noticed with mixed feelings that a smile was creeping itself up his mouth, a mischievous on top of that, though you could still sense this slightly irritated aura from earlier on him.

"I have troubles believing that from what I remember yesterday. You probably don't remember too much, but I'll be glad to give you a detailed descripti-"

He blocked the knife that was shooting his way quickly, though you still hit your target, watching with a bit of satisfaction how his house of cards was crumbling away.

There was a mild look of surprise on Hisoka's face as he pulled the blade out of the wooden desk, eying it with a gleaming sparkle in his eyes.

"You hide knifes in your bedroom? Naughty, little thing. You should have let me know that sooner so I could have made good use of them."

You pressed your lips together as you understood the hidden allusion, feeling relieved you hadn't thrown them at him before.

"...You're truly disgusting."

"You didn't mind me being disgusting yesterday, you even wanted it."

"We will stop this conversation right now!", you emphasized with a rude tone, grabbing your book and opening it to continue reading again, leaving the clown to be ignored once again.

You found yourself shocked when you noticed that he didn't attempt to continue stomping around on the topic, instead he was just looking with an attentive look at you. It still was a bugging knock on your mind, but this was something you could and would ignore.

"Do you want to know what is frustrating me so much right now", he suddenly said out of the blue, the goal being to get your attention once again.

He was met with silence and he had seen it coming, but he continued anyways.

"Because I feel wounded in my pride as a man."

That finally earned him a weird look from you.

"And where did that come from all of a sudden?"

He leaned his chin on his face, tilting his head lightly as his gaze briefly wandered over your form.

"Your clothes are bothering me."

For a moment you were simply confused, looking down on your long-sleeved shirt with turtleneck and the black and long trousers before the realization hit you like lightning and you found yourself slamming the book shut for a second time.

"Yes...I think I'm beggining to spot the problem in here, but do continue."

He swiftly stood up and made his way to you, instantly causing you to take a defensive position in case he would try anything funny.

"I can let the fact slide that you most likely don't recall much about what exactly happened, even if I had hoped I'd leave an impression on you. But hiding what I've dedicated so much time and care in does hurt me quite a bit."

One of his fingers hooked itself inside your tucked up collar, his claw scratching your skin slightly before he tugged your turtleneck down.

"Don't cover my love bites or else I'm going to add more.", he said in a lightly lower tone.

He looked clearly pleased as he saw your bruised flesh, though you were quick and rough to shove his hand away, scoffing in annoyance as you quickly rolled the protective fabric up your neck.

"Oh, please. There's no one else besides you and me here anyways so could you at least show my art to me? Please?", he purred in a sweet tone that was in your ears anything but sweet.

"No!", you replied in a firm and frustrated tone as you stood up, grabbed your book and danced your way around him towards the door.

"And where do you intend to go now?", you heard his painful voice asking with a edge of interest inside of it.

"Somewhere peaceful where I can read my book in peace since this isn't going anywhere.", you answered with a short temper.

"And where would such a place be?", Hisoka continued to ask you.

"Really just anywhere where you aren't!", you barked shortly before you slammed the door closed.

"Cruel as ever as I see.", he mumbled after you had already closed the door, taking notice of the very quiet sound of you locking the door from the outside with a key.

He couldn't help but grin though, still feeling his faster heartbeat, reflecting how much he had just enjoyed everything that had just happened.

"Aren't you just a lovely one? I'm so glad that I found you.", he sighed fondly.

[fightxxmexxshiggy]

HOT DAY AND A TIRED MAN

This fic is dedicated to @lovelyladyraven for being my first ever paid commission.

Shouta Aizawa x fem reader

Tw:dangerous situation, breeding, OVERSTIMULATION

Word count: 3.5k

This was not how you had planned to spend your day. Your boss had decided that the roof needed to be cleaned on the second hottest day this summer! Of course you were the only one who had just finished up their task so he sent you to do it by yourself with a promise of sending the next available person up to switch with you soon. Instead you had spent two hours cleaning up dirt and shining the vents on a roof that no one but maintenance workers ever set foot on! Once you had seen how much time had passed you went to the door with every intention of stomping down the stairs and clocking out, not willing to do overtime just to clean a roof. But the knob wouldn't turn no matter how hard you pulled. You banged on the door a few times only to realize that one of the idiots that you work with had locked the door. Quickly you took out your phone and called the store phone no answer, then your boss's phone no answer, then you called the two other coworkers who had been working with you today. Not a single person answered you! You went over to the side of the building that looked over the parking lot seeing that all their cars were already gone from their usual spots. The bastards had left for the day and left you locked on the roof with no way to go home or even get water. You tried for another 30 minutes to reach your boss and coworkers only for them to start rejecting your calls. They did this on purpose. You went and sat in the shade of the roof door access and took a few calming breaths. You knew that they weren't going to come back until tomorrow and you also knew that they probably expected you to sit up here and cry waiting till morning for them to come and "save" you. So instead you looked up the number for the local fire department. Once someone picked up you heard a deep gravelly voice through the speaker. 

"Fire station 6 what can I help you with?" 

The man seemed tired and kind of put out but instead of apologizing for bothering him like your brain was screaming at you to do, you cleared your throat and spoke. You gave him a detailed rundown of your situation and explained that you would have called the emergency line first except your boss's wife worked the police directory and if he was locking you on the roof like this you were afraid that his wife would just not send anyone to help you. It was a small town and things like that were constantly looked over as long as you knew the right people. He hummed in agreement.

" That's sad but true. I know your boss and his wife well enough that you're probably 100 percent right about what they would do and how they would cover this up. They've done it before. Me and a few guys will be there in about 20 minutes to come get you down. Just keep calm and do your best to stay out of the sun until then we don't need you getting any more dehydrated than you already are."

He gave a quick goodbye and hung up. You breathed a sigh of relief knowing that you had chosen correctly when you called the fire station. You sat in the shade and tried to put a face to the voice of the tired firefighter who would be coming to free you from your rooftop prison. Like a fool you had never asked his name. As you thought about it you started to get a bit lightheaded. It had definitely been too long since you had any water. The heat was starting to get to you now that your adrenaline had stopped pumping so hard. With nothing else to do you layed down as much in the shade as you could and did a breathing exercise. During your exercise you must have blacked out because the next thing you knew you were being carried down the stairs in a set of strong arms. 

The person carrying you was speaking to you but you couldn't make out what they were saying over the fog that was covering your brain. You knew the sound of that voice though. It was the tired firefighter but he sounded a whole lot less tired and a whole lot more angry. You really hoped he wasn't angry at you. Maybe you were too heavy and he was annoyed at having to lug you down the stairs. With a weak hand you reached up maybe to apologize somehow, but ended up cupping his cheek. His stubble felt funny in your already funny feeling hand. He stopped walking at the feeling of your hand on his face. You still couldn't open your eyes so instead you mumbled a garbled sorry and proceeded to pass back out going limp. The last thing you heard was the tired firefighter yelling at someone, maybe you?

You woke up again this time to the feeling of something plastic on your face. Opening your eyes was still a bit too much for you so you listened and tried to figure out what was going on. You vaguely remember the tired voice you had spoken to before you felt light headed and the feeling of being carried. As you listened you could make out the sounds of machines. Slowly you took stock of your body. You were sore and kinda warm but you could move a little bit. You breathed deeply, finally realizing that the plastic was an oxygen tube. You were definitely in the hospital then. After a few more minutes your eyes were in good enough condition that you opened them to look around the room. When you did you saw someone slumped in the chair in the corner. This was incredibly strange since you had no family in this town. Doing your best you cleared your throat preparing to ask who they were. At your sound the person's head shot up, eyes wide. 

It was a man with tired eyes and long black hair that was on the scruffy side; it easily matched the stubble of a beard on his chin and cheeks. He stood up definitely tall enough to tower over you even when you were standing up yourself. The man walked to your bedside and took a deep breath before speaking. 

"It's good to see you awake little one. I was beginning to think you weren't going to wake up. I'm the firefighter you spoke to asking for help when you were on the roof. I have a lot to explain to you but I'm gonna call the doctor in and have them look you over before anything else."

He called out into the hall after that and a doctor and a nurse bustled into the room within minutes. Your throat was too dry to answer their questions so you stuck to little nods and head shakes as they began to check your vitals and adjust your iv drip. Once they were sure you were stable enough you were once again left with your savior and no voice to thank him with. He came closer and pulled the chair along with him to settle in for your conversation. 

"So you've been out of it for about 3 days. You got sunstroke while you were on the roof and your boss had double locked the door to get in and the door to the roof which slowed us down in getting to you. Your boss and his wife and your 2 coworkers have all been arrested. It was your boss's idea though apparently he kept hitting on you but you didn't give him the time of day so he wanted to teach you a lesson. His wife had your name flagged so that if you had called for help it would have given a dispatcher a notification to ignore you as a false reporter. His wife found out about his interest in you and was planning on making sure you were stuck on that roof all night. Your coworkers just went along with it because they didn't want to deal with your boss's anger."

Hearing all this pissed you off beyond belief. They could have killed you all because you would be a man's mistress and the man's wife would rather hurt someone than confront her husband. He looked at your face and patted your knee knowing there was nothing he could say that would make you feel any better about this. You looked up at him and grabbed his hand and brought it to your forehead, touching his knuckles there before placing a kiss on them. You were kind of happy that you couldn't really talk just yet because the blush on this man's cheeks was well worth the dry throat. He poured you a cup of water and handed it to you. You gave him a small smile and drank it gratefully. 

Eventually you could speak some and the two of you formally introduced yourselves. He was Shouta Aizawa, the fire station chief and local fire safety instructor for this area. He hadn't felt right leaving you alone after he had gotten you off the roof and found that you lived alone in this town. He came off very blunt and serious but you could see his deep kindness in his actions. The doctors came back in, cutting your conversation short and making Shouta go back to his spot in the corner. After a few more checks the doctors cleared you to go home the following day as long as you had someone to watch over you for the next three days till your follow up appointment was. You frowned cause you did have any close friends who could do that for you. As you pondered over it you heard Shouta's voice over the doctor's. 

"If you don't have a problem I can have you stay over in the guestroom at my house. I was already on a temp leave due to watching over you here so it wouldn't be much different with you at my house."

This man with a deep whiskey voice truly had a heart of gold. Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth you readily agreed. After you had been up a few more hours and had a little bit to eat, Shouta left with the promise of a freshly cleaned room waiting for you tomorrow. You fell asleep that night feeling more cared for than you ever truly had. You woke up again slightly disoriented and thirsty but in much better condition than you had been the day prior. It was early so you took your time shaking the numbness out of your limbs and getting back your bearings. The nurse came in fussing about you standing with calling anyone to be a catcher for you. She stopped fussing though when she realized that you were indeed stable enough to walk to the bathroom alone. 

Shouta had called the nurses station around 10 to let them know he'd be there by 12. With a few puppy dog looks you had a shower chair and an orderly who helped wash your hair and walk you back to bed. They had given you some hospital pajamas that you happily wore instead of the ugly gowns you had woken up in. You were clean and relaxed by the time Shouta had arrived to sign you out of the hospital. A nurse came around with a wheelchair and wheeled you down to the exit while the car was brought around. Shouta opened the door for the backseat but instead of giving you a hand to climb in he leaned down and scooped you out of the chair. Once you had been sat comfortably on the seat he shut the door leaving you with a moment to appreciate just how strong his arms were.

The drive to Shouta's home was relatively quick as is the way of small towns. His house was nice and seemed to be a cozy ranch style. After pulling into the garage you tried to get out yourself only to be caught up against a hard chest as your legs gave out the moment they were made to take your full weight. You looked up to see an exasperated glare. Part of your brain filled with chastised thoughts as the other filled with dirty thoughts. You really had to be better behaved when It came to your savior and benefactor but with him being so sinfully attractive it was kinda hard to do. Once again you were carried by the tired man this time into his home and deposited on the lone couch in his living room. He sat on his coffee table and faced you with a sigh. 

"You're really gonna have to rely on me for a few days brat. Your body is trying to heal and you pushing it as you just did isn't doing the process any favors."

You sighed and agreed with him. After a short conversation about a few things you might need from the store and checking about any food allergies he got ready and  headed to the store. You sat alone watching tv before clicking into his YouTube app to see what he watched most. A loud laugh burst from your chest as you realized that most of his watch history was full of cat videos and a few interviews with a local late night radio host. You watched the radio hosts videos thoroughly entertained by his boisterous personality. The next thing you knew you were being shaken awake by Shouta having fallen asleep with videos still playing on the tv. He helped you up and walked you to the bathroom and waited outside before scooping you up yet again. He was making it so damn hard not to think dirty thoughts when he kept carrying you around as if you were a small animal or something. Like sir the butterflies are in the stomach now but they will quickly fly south if you keep being so quietly sexy. A few hours later you were lying in bed when your thoughts finally got the best of you and had you touching your pussy as images of Shouta glaring down at you with his arms crossed showed behind your eyelids.

You had no idea how loud you were being as you rubbed your clit harshly, trying to get to the finish line. As you came you choked out his name. While you panted and came down from your high Shouta made his way back to his room quietly. He leaned back against his door and made a call before laying in his bed to jerk his very hard, very neglected cock. His brain kept replaying the sounds you made, the way you choked out his name as you came, how a satisfied little smile curled on your lips after you reached the finish line. He came with a growl, satisfied but not. He was definitely going to end up in trouble by the end of the week and he couldn't find it in himself to care. The following two days followed the same pattern, spending the day together and spending the night getting off to thoughts of the other in separate rooms. Though you were surprised to find that Shouta regularly walked around the house in nothing but sweatpants holding a full mug of coffee. On the fourth day you had become well enough to no longer need to be carried or walked everywhere. You were a little confused by Shouta's attitude as he had been glaring at the space above your head for most of the day. Finally tired of him doing this, you confronted him about it. You were not expecting his answer in the slightest. 

"I've spent the last three nights hearing you play with your pussy while calling my name, I'm hard enough to hammer nails and I can't get out any over this energy cause I'm supposed to be watching out for you. All I wanna do is fuck you till you lose your mind. me glaring above your head has been me doing my best not to seduce you like an asshole."

He said everything in such a deadpan manner that you couldn't help but laugh. Once you caught your breath you grinned at him and pulled your shirt off over your head. Sitting on his couch with your tits hanging free and your nipples hardening in the cool air you proceeded to play with them. You were immediately picked up and taken to his room before being dropped on the bed. Never let it be said that the tired man couldn't move fast as you were stripped of your remaining clothes before he stripped himself bare. He pulled you to the edge of his bed by your ankles and dropped to his knees, a fierce smile on his lips. 

"Been wanting to taste this bratty pussy for days. Bet it's as sweet as it looks."

His first lick was long. From your hole all the way over your clit. The squeak you let out at the feeling only made him more hungry. He spent what felt like an endless amount of time licking and thrusting his tongue as deep into your pussy as he could. By the time he finally gave your clit some much needed attention his chin was covered in pussy juice and your hole was fluttering as if it was seeking to be filled. Shouta teased you with a few small licks over your clit, making you whine and beg him to give you more. His arms wrapped around your thighs as he locked eyes with you and sucked your clit into his mouth. He sucked hard making you scream and thrash wildly. Your hands were buried in his hair as you squirted into his mouth. Your hips only stayed on the bed because of his strong arms keeping you in place. When he finally released your clit pussy juice was steadily leaking from your still twitching hole. 

"Oh did I break you already? You were so bold before and now you're just a mess. Think you can take my cock or do you want me to tuck you in for a nap."

The shit eating grin on his face was enough for you to pull his hair and glare at him. He sat up and shoved your wrists above your head to hold in one of his large hands. Slowly he worked his fat dripping cock into your almost too tight pussy. You whined and moaned his name as he finally bottomed out hitting your back wall. He stretched you more than you ever had been before but it was so damn good. Shouta started slow, one hand gripping your thigh as he ignored your demands for him to speed up.

"You're gonna take what I give you like a good girl or I'll just pull out and cum all over you right now."

That shut you up except for the constant stream of moans that left your throat. Just as you were finally getting used to being split by such a thick cock he changed his rhythm. Fast pounding thrusts that knocked the breath from your lungs were nearly constant. You didn't have enough breath to scream so you sobbed. Your half words were incoherent except for "sho please." Shouta leaned down and whispered in your ear as his thrusts once again spread up. He bit your ear lobe before making you lose your mind. 

"Such a tight little hole. I can't believe I had the strength to ignore it for three days. I could have at least eaten it while you laid back and rested. God I'm gonna have you for breakfast tomorrow." 

The utter heat in his words threw you over the edge making you cum so hard you began to shake. He growled as your pussy clenched down on him. Shouta sunk his teeth into the pillow by your head before shoving his cock against your cervix and shooting his cum against it. As soon as he finished cuming he started to thrust again. No slow start this time, just hard pounding thrusts that made you wail in pleasure. It didn't take long for you to cum again but Shouta lasted longer this time entirely fucking his cum out of you before finally cuming inside again just as deep as the first time. 

He pulled out and laid down next to you before pulling you on to his chest. You both panted trying to breathe like normal human beings again. Right as your breathing evened out you heard a voice from the doorway. And looked up to see the blonde radio host trailing his eyes over the two of you.

"I told you you wouldn't make it till I got home sho."