actually, i think losing the best friend you thought you'd see forever with is even more heartbreaking.

For headcanon monday, I have this one in my head that when Azriel finds his mate she’s going to be so SMALL in comparison to him, like just so short and little standing next to this big Illyrian warrior - but Azriel LOVES it, finding any excuse to pick her up/carry/generally hold her, constantly teasing her about her size, and omg how *protective* he is over her not only because she’s his mate but because of her size, and she is just a ball of feisty energy that clearly has no fear of a n y t h i n g

STOP THIS IS SO CUTE OMG

Azriel With a Short Mate:

Azriel was already certain he didn't have a mate. He asked the Mother every night for years when it was his turn, when he would join his brothers, but when they went unanswered, he finally turned away from the childish dreams.

So, color him floored when he catches sight of you, his chest tightening with something he was too scared to think of.

You were arguing with someone right outside of Rita's; your small stature was immediately noticeable compared to the tall man you were fighting with.

He felt a surge of protectiveness overcome his senses, his shadows already reaching out to you before the guy not so gently pushed you.

Everything seemed to slow as he stepped forward, fists already curled, until he saw your own fist raise and collide with the man's jaw.

His eyebrows raised in surprise, stepping to the side as the man stumbled back and fell to the ground.

Your breathing was ragged as you shook your hand, curling and uncurling your fingers as you finally looked up at him.

And everything clicked into place.

The two of you grew closer quickly and, within months, already moving in together.

In that time, you realized Az LOVED your height. You had opened up about it one night as being an insecurity.

He listened and then held you close, able to completely cocoon you in his wings as he stroked your hair and whispered to you how beautiful you are.

"You're perfect, Y/N. Look how well we fit together."

He might also say this during sex but that's a whole other post.

He loves to hold you when he takes you flying, enjoying the way you can bury your head into his neck when he swoops down suddenly.

He carries you whenever you have too much to drink, when you're too tired to make it to bed, when you're sick, really just any time he can. It's his favorite thing.

He makes sure to match his stride whenever you two are walking, holding your hand and gazing down at you with the most adoring eyes.

Everyone teases you about your height difference, especially the IC, but Azriel makes you feel so secure that you no longer mind.

Even Az teases you sometimes, leaning his arm on your head or holding this where you can't reach when you're being a little bit of a brat.

The best thing about your height though is how protective he is of you.

You can hold your own in a fight, everyone knows that, but Azriel is so quick to rush to your defense. He'll stand in front of you, basically hiding you from how much taller he is as his wings flare and his shadows whisper against your ear not to be afraid.

You are his life. His heart. You are too precious to lose.

And, despite his protests, you protect him just as fiercely.

You basically have scary dog privilege. And you love it.

grub snippet

“Right.” Cub looked amused, “I guess that means you’ve made plans then?”

“Of course I’ve made plans!” Grian straightened up, pleased, and flared his wings to show them off, feathers recently preened and painstakingly brushed through. It took a moment for him to catch the undertones of Cub’s words, the hint of disappointment behind the question. “I- I mean unless you had any ideas! I’m very flexible.”

“Oh, it’s nothing much, really. I was just curious about that government building all the superheroes file in and out of, y’know. Where you and HotGuy have been working out? You said a lot of stuff was centralized there, right? Tailors and such for costuming, private gyms and break rooms, weapon smiths.. anything a hero could need, really.” Cub shrugged, a lazy, deliberate smile crossing his face, the kind of expression Grian only saw on Cub when he was about to suggest something stupid or illegal.

“Okay..”

“You think they have gunpowder? I mean, I’m sure they do, but I’m also looking for other minerals, dyes, things along those lines. I bought the casings already, but I was just thinking, your place probably has an abundance of the stuff I need, and I doubt they’d notice if a few things went missing.”

So stupid AND illegal today. “Cub, are you asking me to steal extremely shady materials from a government facility for you.”

“Of course not. You don’t know what I’m looking for exactly, and you don’t have the tact for this sort of thing. I’m asking you to bring me with you so I can steal shady materials from a government facility.”

Grian was suddenly forced to reconsider every denial of his feelings for Cub at therapy today in one fell swoop. He barely had the words to speak, the revelation making his mouth run dry. “That sounds very illegal, Cub. They don’t even like me there, I don’t know if that’s a great idea at this point in time.” There was no rejection or denial under Grian’s voice, only some sort of lovesick fascination, the kind of feelings he always felt when he remembered Cub was easily just as fucked in the head as he was.

“I don’t think we’ll have any issues. If I’m being honest, I’m sure you’re far from the only bad tempered hero in their roster. They probably hate everyone who goes in and out of that place. I was thinking you get me in as your private scientist, assistant, whatever. I make you shit. And if they push back, you give them hell. You’re probably high profile enough to get what you want, right? Or maybe you should be nice instead. They might appreciate that. Or they might be suspicious. It doesn’t matter. I bought a lab coat and everything.”

“You- seriously?”

“Well I wanted one anyway, and I thought I might need it. You’ve got a job now, so I figured I’d treat myself.”

“Lab coats can not be that expensive- actually, don’t respond to that. I don’t want to know. I do want to know what you’re planning on doing with gunpowder though. You’re not making bombs, are you?”

“Not like, big bombs.”

“Cub!”

“I want to make fireworks. I want to try. How much do you know about fireworks, Grian? They’re really very cool. I’ve been watching all sorts of videos; went all the way down the rabbit hole. They’re awesome, man. I gotta try. I gotta.”

“You. Are going to lose all of your fingers. Possibly your arms.”

Cub didn’t miss a beat. “Technology is crazy, I bet they can sew that shit right back on.”

“Not if you blow yourself up!”

“I probably won’t blow myself up. I’m assuming that’s a ‘no’ then for working on this in the apartment.” Cub smirked, and Grian could only gape stupidly for a few moments, utterly shocked.

“You absolutely can not play with explosives in our apartment!”

“Gotcha,” Cub laughed, and Grian groaned into his hands, dragging them all the way down his face.

just a wip I wanted to share. I’m having a bad day so I just wanted to post a little something. If you’re interested in the rest of the story you can read it on ao3 here

What would happen if the Kamino fight ended differently and All for One and All Might mutually annihilated each other? Would it make any difference if All Might died on site or later on in a hospital out of public view?

I've actually covered the potential deaths of All Might and All For One before and still stand by a lot of what I said in those. Though I do think that certain details would change with both deaths and more of the story has happened since that point. So I'm not going to be covering everything here. Consider these more like pseudo squeals.

Obviously, once the top spots on both sides are dead, it is going to be a massive scramble for the heroes and the villains. I do think that even more villains would come out of the woodwork in response to two of the biggest boogeymen being permanently out of the picture, causing chaos around the country. Meanwhile, Garaki would be trying to play damage control from behind the scenes, trying to keep All For One's various cells in line and trying to push up Tomura as the true heir, but to little success. On the heroes' side, the Hero Commission would be turning All Might into a martyr and a potential trump card for when they need to push certain ideas forward. We don't have him anymore, so we need to do this. I still think they'd scramble to try and get as many heroes on the street as possible to counteract this threat, keeping up the fifty percent pass rate in order to counter all the crime that is happening. On that note, I think Endeavor would be met with even more scrutiny as the new Number One hero. Having it inherited after All Might's death would probably leave a bad taste in everyone's mouth.

As for any long-lasting repercussions, without All For One around during the two wars, it'd likely go a lot smoother. There was no one to send assassins after Izuku, no one to set up elaborate death traps, and no one to destroy the lives of Spinner and Lady Nagant. And without him around, the heroes wouldn't have to split up their heavy hitters as much, letting them double their efforts around the other problems, like Hawks and Endeavor fighting Tomura. Though there'd still be some issues on the heroes' side, especially with Izuku. Between All Might's death early in the series and the lack of personal support All Might provided later on, I think Izuku is going to spiral during his time as a vigilante regardless of whether or not any of this happens. Especially since I could see a lot of civilians saying how much they miss All Might and how none of this would have happened if he was around. Though it does make me wonder if Stain would still give out the information to the heroes without his encounter with All Might. Maybe he would have tried to find Izuku and give it to him, potentially leading to a follow-up confrontation about how much he's changed.

As for any character changes, the biggest one would be Tomura. He was just robbed of his father figure and the main target of his hatred in one fell swoop. Add on the fact that Garaki is trying to set him up as the heir even faster than in canon and far before he is ready, and it is going to be a nightmare for his mental well-being. I could see Garaki trying to manipulate him to make him the new vessel to get All For One back. And unless he gets so angry at the whole situation that he reawakens, he may not be ready to take that on to try and salvage everything. On the other side, Izuku and Bakugou are going to be complete messes after all of this. Bakugou will feel much worse considering how responsible he feels for All Might's death rather than his retirement, and he wouldn't have Toshinori around to challenge that idea. Izuku is going to lose out on his mentor so early, the only guy who really knew what he was doing. While he wasn't the greatest teacher, he did have a lot of insight to give about hero work and "One For All", which could hamper Izuku's growth or force him to rely on people like Gran Torino and Sir Nighteye.

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はじめまして！ ぼくはずんだの妖精　ずんだもん！

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何をすればいいのか考えてみる みんなが見てみたいことやってみる ありきたりじゃ見てもらえないから ぼくのパワーで強化効果バフをかけ盛り上げる 準備は完了　完璧な計画 必要なもんは少しの勇気だけ 刮目せよ　伝説の始まり いくぞやるぞ　ホントにいくぞやるやる あっあ〜

Let me take a moment to think about what sort of things I should do. I guess I'll just do whatever everyone wants to see. But nobody'll watch if it's just the same old stuff, so I'll use my power to cast some crazy buffs and really get this party started! Preparations complete! The plan is perfect! All I need now is just a little bit of courage. Witness the birth of a legend! Here I go, I'm really doing it! It's actually happening, I'm doing it, I'm doing it! Aaaaaah~

チャチャ チャンネル登録 チャンネル登録 よろしくお願いします なのだ 高評価 拡散 いいね よろしくお願いします なのだ

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さあということで今回はこの企画 与えられたミッションを成し遂げる 熟練の技　巧みな身のこなしで 百パーセント　実力を発揮する ぼくの手から零れ落ちないように 一人残さず救いあげて見せる 慌てず騒がず落ちちちちついて いくぞやるぞ　一気にまとめガバーっと あっあ〜

And so with that in mind, here's what I've got in mind for this time: I'll be taking on a special mission! With skillful technique and an adroit bearing, I'll display 100% of my true strength! Just watch me scoop up every last one without a single drop spilling out of my hands! Don't panic, don't lose your cool, caaaaaalm down— Here I go, I'm really doing it! All in one go, in this one fell swoop— Aaaaaah~

チャチャ チャンネル登録 チャンネル登録 よろしくお願いします なのだ 高評価 拡散 いいね よろしくお願いします なのだ

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さあということで今回はコラボレーション 対戦よろしくお願いします お願いします ぼくの強さ見せつけて理解わからせる ボコボッコにして あのちょ あのえ あの あっあ〜

And so with that in mind, this time we've got a collaboration! It's a pleasure to battle here today. Likewise. I'll show off my strength and make you realize how epic I am! I'll beat you to a pulp— Uh, wai- um—huh? Uh... Aaaah~

チャチャ チャンネル登録 ※きりたんを チャンネル登録 ※きりたんを よろしくお願いします とーほく 高評価 ※きりたんを 拡散 いいね ※きりたんを よろしくお願いします たんぽ〜

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さあということで　今回はこの企画 洗練された無駄のない走りで 誰より速く　美しく華麗に進んで〜

And so with that in mind, here's what I've got in mind for this time: with polished, lean movements, I'll speed through faster, more beautifully, more elegantly than anyone ever—

チャチャ チャンネル登録 チャンネル登録 よろしくお願いします なのだ 高評価 拡散 いいね よろしくお願いします なのだ

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おはようございま〜す ということで　今回は寝起きドッキリをするのだ 只今の時刻は午前5時半なのだ いまぼくはきりたんの部屋の前に来ているのだ 寝ているところを直撃して 寝ボケたきりたんを大公開してやるのだw あられもない姿が見れるかもなのだwww みんな準備はいいか？ いくぞやるぞ　いくぞやるぞ はっわ〜

Goooood morning! With that in mind, this time, I'm doing a wake up prank. It is, at present, half past 5 in the morning. I am just about to head into Kiritan's room. I'll land a direct hit while she's asleep, and reveal her derpy dazed expression to the world (lol). We might get to see something totally unladylike (lololol). Are you ready, everyone? Here I go, I'm really doing it! Here I go, I'm really doing it! Howwuhhh~

チャチャ チャンネル登録 やめろー チャンネル登録 するなー やめろー よろしくお願いします なのだ 高評価 やめろー 拡散 いいね するなー やめろー よろしくお願いします なのだ

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面白かったら 楽しかったら 応援よろしくお願いします

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たまに辛いことも　あるけれど 見てくれる人がいる限り ぼくたちは　歩いてく だから おまえらの 支援 待ってるぜ！

It gets tough sometimes, but as long as there are people out there watching our videos, we'll be able to keep going. That said, we're both eagerly awaiting your patronage!

チャチャ チャンネル登録 チャンネル登録 よろしくお願いします 高評価 拡散 いいね よろしくお願いします もっと！ チャンネル登録 チャンネル登録 もっと！ チャンネル登録 チャンネル登録

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いつも見てくれて ありがとね なのだ これからもどうぞ 末永くどうぞ 宜しくお願い致します なのだ

Thank you all for watching all this time! Yeah! We're very glad to have you here from now throughout the many years to come. Yeah!

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今日という記念日を忘れないように 誕生日に設定しておくのだ あ〜

Ooh, how about I mark this anniversary by setting today as this channel's birthday, so I don't forget— Ah~

MEGAN THEE STALLION - "HISS"

We have now arrived at our last song of the month. We will not be covering any other songs this month. See you in March!

[7.73]

Wayne Weizhen Zhang: As a lifelong Barb, it saddens me to see Nicki enter a paranoid, truly despicable frenzy. The only upside? We get songs like this.  [9]

Anna Suiter: Megan might have created a brand new season! [9]

Nortey Dowuona: Megan said one line and ended Nicki's career in one fell swoop, rendered Cardi B irrelevant for another year, and notched another hit. I expect you all to be at the next tour. And be there early! [10]

Jacob Sujin Kuppermann: It's a category error to think of this as a diss track – it's more a supernova-level airing of grievances, as comprehensive of a litany of disdain as I've heard in rap. It loses something in listenability as it goes on -- Lil Ju & Bankroll's beat feeling a little like an endurance test as it grinds you down -- but maintains its fundamental appeal no matter how many times you loop it. Megan's charisma, both as an instrument of inward love and outward spite, shines true. [7]

Will Adams: It's not a tour de force, it's a tour de ferocious: Megan's near non-stop onslaught is a marvel to listen to, no matter the beat's plainness or the mid-point spoken word bit that trips up the momentum. [7]

Thomas Inskeep: Is any rapper right now better than Megan when she's on one? Based on "HISS," maybe not. Also, she doesn't get the credit she deserves for her little vocal tics, her "ah!"s and "ha!"s, which are nearly as good as Michael Jackson's. [7]

Ian Mathers: Delightful throughout, but I must admit I giggle like a small child every time I get to "when I'm in the gym I think about bitches that I'm shitting on." [8]

Joshua Minsoo Kim: The energy is undeniable, but the moment when the beat drops and she talks only dampens the mood. Ultimately, this isn't a song I care for, but I appreciate that it makes me want to root for her. [5]

Katherine St. Asaph: The fury and virtuosity are both undeniable, even if I'm not really sure whether I like this or just support it. [7]

Leah Isobel: It is very satisfying to hear Megan in firebreather mode, especially since it's so well-deserved; she's gotten a raw fucking deal over the past couple of years, and if anyone has the right to let off some steam by shit-talking everyone else, it's her. She has the technical ability and linguistic smarts to back up her aggression, too. But as satisfying as it is to see her skill and subtlety send one of her adversaries into a week-long tailspin, there's also something a little disheartening about the spectacle. "Cobra" pushed at the edges of her art, trying to articulate her real struggles within the frame of her party-starter persona, and did an admirable job of inverting her usual performance of sexuality and strength into vulnerability and entrapment. By contrast, "HISS" feels boxed in, not just by the constraints of her public image but by the constraints that the perception of her public image places on her actual selfhood. When she raps, "Say he fucked Megan, and now he the topic / These n***** thinking they lowered the value / All this free promo, I'm turning a profit," the video shows her nude with her hands tied behind her back: her body, constricted, defenseless, and presumed to be available just because it is visible. That's the real anger that animates "HISS": anger that her humanity is not and will never be enough, because of what other people think about her body. But people don't want to hear that, so instead, we get beef. Yum. [7]

Taylor Alatorre: "Um. Miss... Thee Stallion, ma'am? I'm... not entirely sure if you have a full and accurate understanding of all the processes that factor into the monetization of social media clicks and page views, as well as certain other key elements of the modern attention economy. If you would like to register for my quick-and-easy 6-week course, you could soon be earning a-- oh. I see. My bad. I-- I'll just be going, then." [9]

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CalxBode au blurb spoilers ahead!

“I trusted him.” The words escaped Cal’s lips with a raw sort of magnitude, everything hurt.  He’d trusted Bode far more than anyone else had…he’d given Bode everything and now because of him, everyone would suffer.  

Greez stared at him, not entirely comprehending what Cal was actually implying but Merrin did.  Her hands had balled into fists as Cal spoke, “…That’s on Bode Cal, not you.” She said quietly, her voice softer than usual as she spoke.  

Cal let out a self-deprecating laugh, “I told him I-“ he broke off the memory too painful to recall.  BD let out a sad little bleep before it gently nudged Cal’s shoulder with its head.  Cal for his part didn’t seem to acknowledge it, how could he have missed it?  

He’d…trusted Bode, not only with the secrets of the reformed Jedi sanctuary but with his heart.  And in so doing he’d all but destroyed everything he loved in one fell swoop.  

Cal let out a shaky breath and glanced down at his hands…hands that had touched Bode’s body in both curiosity and eagerness only the night before.  

He felt sick, his first time with someone and he hadn’t even suspected that Bode could have been anyone other than the person he’d presented himself as. 

“Listen kid-“ Greez broke off as Cal shot up to his feet and brushed past him and the others as he felt a surge of anger at himself for everything that had transpired.  

“It’s my fault that Cere is dead!  It’s my fault that Bode ever even got his hands on-“ he couldn’t finish that thought as a mental image of the night before replayed itself violently in his mind and he felt an urge to be sick.

Greez was staring at him with a dawning expression of understanding at Cal’s words and Cal shuddered, dropping his gaze so he wouldn’t have to see Greez’s face. 

He wasn’t so sure he could handle seeing the disgust and the anger that- he felt hot tears work their way down his face. 

“…I…I should have known.” He whispered, hating how broken he sounded just then.  “Cal, what Bode did…he abused your trust in him, in the worst possible way.” Merrin said after a beat and Cal scoffed.  

“I should be better than that!  I should have known he was a Sith…I should have at least been able to sense…who he really was.” He pointed out as he wiped at his eyes with a pained grimace. 

“If I hadn’t gone looking for Tanalorr…Cere might…everyone would still be alive.” He went on, knowing in his heart of hearts that it was true.  

There was a long pause then as Cal did his best not to completely lose his composure then and there. “The raiders were already looking for Gaden right?  If you hadn't gone looking, then things could have turned out much differently kid.” Greez noted as he hesitantly approached Cal though he kept his distance.  

Cal swallowed and nodded, though the motion felt disjointed…separate from the rest of him.  “…Right.” he muttered under his breath, deciding not to argue the point, despite the churning miasma of guilt that threatened to swallow him up.  

There was a pause then as Greez and Merrin glanced between each other and then over at BD-1 who was perched on the couch. 

“I need to clear my head.” Cal said after a beat before he headed for his quarters.  He wasn’t sure he could even manage mediation but he couldn’t bear seeing the pitying looks from Greez or Merrin just then.  

He heard the light tell tale tapping sound as BD followed along behind him.  He wanted to forget the past twenty-four hours, though he had a feeling the memories would never leave.

I purposely put myself in situations that inspire and stoke less than healthy patterns or put myself closer to said situations and then wonder why im feeling all insane. I think I want to convince myself that it's 'all temporary' and that whatever happened before in my head won't happen again. But it will. If only I could go off the deep end in one fell swoop in every way ever. Even that horrible thing you're thinking about, whatever it is. Yes, even that one. Just do everything terrible ever and then end it with suicide which is also Terrible Thing bc God forbid someone has autonomy over a life he not only didn't ask for but was given little reason to stay in. Ruin everyone's opinion of me. Inspire only fear and vitriol. Hatred and hurt and pain pain PAIN. Sure! I am a bad person! What are you going to do about it! By the time you figure out enough to send a mob after me, I'll already be long dead. You'll have to wash the smell of rot out of your fucking walls. Bitch.

Wish I could just. Grow from morbid into truly heinously unforgivable like that corpse flower. Despite what anyone believes, it would be growth. Just in a different, undesirable form. But wouldn't it be rad just to go apeshit? For a final trigger to send me bouncing round the walls intent on seeing blood? Everyone would hate me. That would be ok. I don't mind. People can feel how they feel. I know I unnerve people. It's like they can see the thoughts behind my eyes. Tick-tock, tick-tock; counting down into the next impassioned tirade. Is it about music or hurt? Or both? Breaking or building. Corruption or innocence. Life, death, rainbows and bloodbaths. Madness pulling at the corners. "Why are you staring?" I don't know. Your left forearm has taken a starring role in my next idea. It's not personal. Or maybe I like your smile. Or maybe I actually do just wonder how you look when you bleed. You'll never really know. Might be all of the above.

Sometimes the demon overtakes. I wouldn't say I have a split personality disorder, I don't really fit the criteria. I gave him a name though. Anyway he does that. And then suddenly I am not in a harmonic split of choice and rationale. A correct and healthy balance of right and wrong, good and bad. Suddenly I am tilted, the entire world is tilted, I feel dizzy and I don't know if it's somewhat physical or all mental. Everything shifts. Things mean something different. I'm more alien and darker. And that little voice (not an actual voice, no hallucination) is urging urging urging like it's the end of times, and we only have 24 hours left on Earth and nothing to lose. That whim? Do it. The other one too. You know you want to. What? Too pussy? Coward. Come on. You know me. I'm you. What's stopping you?

And then rationale and logic and all that are on the Defensive. No. Don't do it. Fight it. [More of the demons temptations.] Okay. Maybe do it a little but only in a really roundabout way that doesn't hurt anyone. Okay. Let's maybe go for a smoke. Let's close our eyes and fantasize. Think think think. Fight it. [More More More.] Hey maybe we should talk to someone? [Who is there to talk to? You're a freak. You say any of this shit to anyone they'll try to put a stop to it by treating you worse than farm animals. Worse than garbage. They deserve to die. They think you deserve to die. Doesn't that make you angry?] Okay so that's not an option. Um. Just hit something solid really hard until you're too tired to fixate. I don't know. [Aw. Is it not working? Little tired of rationality, aren't we? Relax. Let go. Don't think. Just do. Shoot first, questions later. Imagine how easy and simple things would be. They already are. Let me take care of you.] Tired tired tired. War.. Bed. Now. Don't look at anyone. Don't touch anything. Don't speak. Don't THINK. Shh quiet quiet quiet. [You can't silence me, idiot. I am you. What's the point of this? Who are you appeasing? There is a hell but there is no God. This isn't a war. There are no sides.] [Indulge.] Indulge. [Give.] Give. [Take.] Take.

So Jon's mum has been ward councilor for the last 8 years. This year she ran for reeve and lost. Big time. She's so mad at the community for not caring about everything she's done for them over the years and she's beginning to realize that she doesn't wanna be here anymore. So I'm hoping that'll be enough for Jon's dad to finally retire from the fire department and then all four of us can leave. So the community will lose their fire chief, their public works employee, and their animal control in one fell swoop. I am tired of this town and I am tired of the people in it and Jon and his mum are, too. Jon's dad takes more convincing because, as Jon puts it, he's like a golden retriever. He will bend over backwards to do things for people, thinking he's making friends, when really they're taking advantage of him. So he still wants so badly to help the people here, but they are so ungrateful.

And I didn't wanna talk about this really, but this morning we took Scary for a walk around the block and someone's dog came running out of their yard and attacked him. He's totally fine, not a scratch on him and he walked away unbothered, but it was a big german shepherd and this dog came at him totally unprovoked. I'm honestly surprised we got the dog off of Scary and once we did I got between them and yelled at him and made myself look big to get him to let us walk away. It was terrifying and I am just so glad everyone was unharmed. Jon went straight to the office to file a complaint, but there is nothing that can really be done unless I am able to catch that dog while it's loose.

We've been looking at acreages for sale near the next town over and are more and more thinking we are going to see if we can buy something and get out of here. We're so tired of all the crappy people here that cause problems for everyone else. The one particular family that is the biggest issue also is behind the recent murder, so that's great.

The one guy in town, he's the meter reader, and he went to their place one time recently to read their meter and their dogs came out and attacked him. He could have been mauled to death, but he was lucky to get away. He didn't report the incident because he believes dogs shouldn't be tied up, but Jon told him that what if that had been a kid walking past their house and the dogs had come out and killed them? What if the dogs kill someone else?? And this dude just goes "Oh, that wouldn't happen", but like bro it almost did. To you. You could have been killed by those dogs. Three big dogs attacked him and he was fucking lucky to get away and yet he still doesn't see an issue.

Honestly I'm afraid to even be animal control because I'm afraid of what some of these people might do to me if I end up with their dogs. I'm so tired of all of this. I'm so sick of this town and these people. I'm so tired of having to be scared to just walk down the fucking street. I just want to be somewhere where I don't have to deal with other people's fucking dogs. I took this job because nobody else was going to and I needed to be able to feel safer in my own town, but even though I have caught the dog that was the biggest issue and he's no longer a problem it still isn't safe. There will always be someone's dog that is loose and dangerous.

Okay so. Abe announced he and Wendy were getting divorced this afternoon. I saw it like right when I was going to have to make lunch before work.

It was just crazy cause I was lurking a known crazy twitter like less than 3 hours before and they claimed they were broken up and I rolled my eyes cause no way. No fucking way. Then the tweet appeared. And I search Wendy Abe on twitter and it's been quietly speculated and no one has really played with Wendy since their social media break.

And I see Abe's bio is Be back soon or smth and I'm like has Abe been gone? Is he going away? And I don't have TIME but what. the. hell. I know Wendy has been active on twitter/streaming.

So I went to work, tried to look when I could, came home, showered, watched Abe's stream, etc.

They took their social media break in May post Wendy going to EDC for a month then she deleted all the wedding photos

Abe feels like he has done everything in his power to make things work

He's been living with Ryan in Vegas, working on himself, feels very good about himself, streams will be returning

Currently staying with OTV, streamed from the roomies place

EVERYONE is sending him love and a lot of people are unfollowing Wendy on Insta(Rae unfollowed her on Twitter). Abe said we could make conclusions based on group dynamics and stuff

Idk if it was cheating or toxicity but it seems very likely Wendy fucked up(Now I want Wendy's...)

I'm not going to put onto the internet what I think it might be because for all we know there was issues we had no idea about.

WAIT I want to check something... She had to rely on chat to not turn Sebastian in. She considered it. She's trash(Wait did Leslie... Well Leslie is different. if she did she's okay).

All the love to Abe and some love to Wendy cause losing everything in one fell swoop is rough.

I'll delete my Wendy/Abe stuff soon. I'm too exhausted today to mess with it. I like legit might call in next Monday cause I'm so pissed at something the guys did tonight and it hit because it was a Monday. But we'll see. It depends on scheduling for next week too.

Hello, expanding on a previously sent ask- this sounds kinda silly and incredibly unlikely and improbable to happen but. It came to mind and thought it’d be worth a shot in the dark we’re in- As an add on suggestion to our two options (join Saber or find keys): What if we found a way to extract keys from lair servants without killing them.

Hear me out,

1) We’re accomplished hackers. From Caster at least- we’re strong, but like a train only going down set routes, as in, we have lots of power but are often limited to set paths. And like said analysis, we’re currently locked onto two set paths. What if we had a doable third (this). If we have a lot of power, and have multiple times been told that it is in fact very very possible for us to hack a servant, why can’t we hack and modify a lair servant?

2) We might be able to persuade Doc to let us try it on him. Yes, Doc hates our guts. We also killed Doc. But he also wants to live on to continue his research into immortality, and cares deeply about the village and its people (fog, moved the lair so it’d affect villagers less etc). He also doesn’t want to see the Solar cell burn to the ground again.

We could be frank and go to him and straight up tell him with full transparency what the Fuck is up and that we’re looking for answers and not necessarily to end the world and that we want to find a less violent way to things that doesn’t result in death and destruction Again (via intense fights).

That if this works we swear to leave the fuck alone him and the village if he leaves us alone, and that it’ll allow us to spare lair servants that are just trying to do their own thing- and give them an option for them to survive if they agree to let us go and not go after us. That he’ll be helping us lessen blood spilled that way and that we’ll be out of his hair after this.

We could ask him to let us try hacking him voluntarily so that we could make sense of how it’d work or work something out with him. Maybe promise to leave the village alone for then if it doesn’t work out so he has more time? It’s a stretch I’m aware, but potentially be worth a try?

Pros

1) We’ll have a new option. Less bloodshed, more possibilities, another path through the war than going solo, as-

2) Not everything will 100% have to end in tragedy, we could potentially recruit our old servants too? We’ll still need to fight and kill for sure, but we won’t be going into them knowing 100% that who we’re fighting will Have to die? If we can work out hacking a lair servant, could we not hack and patch them onto our team if they want? It might not be possible to get through this with one servant only, but we could potentially start forming an ex-lair servant team? Really get things going? We’d be less maxed out and have way more resources if so.

3) Other teams will have no idea how many keys we actually have. If not all alive servants have keys, then both teams won’t be able to predict us, especially if we’re stealthy about it. They’ll be off our trail for longer, be misled on our progress, and we’ll generally be harder to read. It’d be to our advantage.

Cons

1) It might not work out. In that case, we’ll leave it for now or we’ll fight, since everyone wants to, but we’d have tried first.

2) The spared lair servants might come back for us. What’s written, but if we could hack them we might as well include a clause that hardcodes them not being able to attack us again. If they try, we can absorb them if needed.

To sum up, it sounds a bit undoable, but I think it could be worth a try. It’s just asking and we lose nothing from attempting, we could do it at the end of our village stay? If nothing else, we could potentially learn how to grow our ranks from this, avoid fighting at least one lair servant, get a key for it and spare the village in one fell swoop? We only stand to gain from this.

Give it a try?

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Love bites (and so do I) - exes and Oh’s part 2

A/N: WE’RE OFF TO THE SMUTTY/REQUEST WEEKEND, lovers! And I am BRIMMING with ideas, all of them dirty and deliciously filthy. I could write a bunch of fluffy, romantic sexy things, but this is just so much more fun – what is a gal to do? I also have to thank the amazing @staysluttymyfriends97​, who manages to just cheer me on no matter what, giving life and fire to my ideas and tell me to go for it. Thank you, love, for being there and always being a wonderful friend and cheerleader. Also to my favorite pastry chef who manages to bring me to my knees in full blubber-mode, because she compliments me once @buckyshattergirl​ – you are the fairy, pirate princess of my dreams.

You can buy me a coffee here, and I’ll write you a personalized drablle, one-shot or multichapter fic – the sky is the limit for the content!

I love y’all so much and thank you so much for sticking with me. I cannot believe that so many of you read my brainfarts and loves them as much as I do. I really can’t thank you guys enough. Remember, feedback feeds the soul and my requests – and askbox – are always open – there’s no limits, because I am me, and I have none.

 THIS IS PART 2 TO EXES AND OH’S AND I HIGHLY RECOMMEND READING THAT ONE FIRST!

 MASTERLIST

SEBASTIAN STAN MASTERLIST

ASK ME ANYTHING/REQUESTS

Pairing: Beefy!Bucky x female reader (exes to lovers/slight enemies to lovers) x Steve Rogers

Contains: smut, language, VERY rough sex, Beefy!Bucky, Dom!Bucky, exhibitionism, slight voyeurism, breath play, degradation, spitting, oral (m receiving) gagging, throat-fucking, spanking, slapping, praise kink, cum-play, cum-stuffing, daddy-kink, orgasm denial, slight bondage, humiliation, slight impact play, cream-pie, unprotected sex, cum-shot, dirty talk, auralism, biting

W.C: 5.354 (whoops, it ran away from me)

 Love bites (and so do I)

Bucky was in near hell. One fucking night, one, and he’s back to being buried inside of her – it was pathetic really, how easily he folded when it came to her. She was dating Steve, his best friend through most of his life, and Bucky couldn’t keep it in his fucking pants. The water hit his back in hard jets, the warmth almost overwhelming as he stood in the shower to wash away any trace of her on his skin. He supposed that’s why they didn’t work out in the first place; they were volatile and desperate for each other, which made for a fucking cocktail of danger. Not that he minded it, but she must’ve. He groaned and ran a hand over his chest, tracing the memory of her fingers – Goddamnit, he was seriously fucked.

He dried off with the clear consensus that nothing else was going to happen, no more. It had been a one (well, two) and done. Got it out of his system. Good. That was good, great. He pushed back the thoughts of her little whimpers and the fact that he might not be entirely over her in the deepest corners of his brain. Four more days. Four, and she’d be gone again. Maybe he should tell Steve. It wasn’t fair on him to go around, acting like a fucking puppy with her, when Bucky had his cock piledriving her the night before. He sighed and got dressed, before making his way to the kitchen. It would probably not do any good to tell Steve; he’d lose his best friend and his girlfriend in one, fell swoop if Bucky decided to open his big mouth and tell him. A part of him wondered, if she’d come back to Bucky, if she and Steve split – there were still lingering feelings (obviously) and the way they ended the relationship left a lot to be said. She’d broken it off, and he’d been left to scowl and withdraw from everyone and everything since. He never really got over it, if he was honest – maybe the night before and the closet was enough for him to get rid of whatever he held for her. Maybe it just needed to get out of the system. Fuck, get her out of his head, get on with life.

He frowned as he saw Y/N and Steve lounging around on the couch, her perfect legs slung over Steve’s thighs, both of them laughing at something super funny. Disgusting.

He made himself a cup of coffee, probably a little louder than he normally would.

“Yo, Buck.” Steve’s voice broke through his thoughts. He closed his eyes and clenched his jaw before looking at them – Y/N had this goddamned smirk on her lips, her eyes twinkling at him. He twitched in his pants. “What’s up, Steve?” He asked, trying to keep his voice level and calm. Steve grinned. “Mind if she stays for a week longer? Her place won’t be ready on time.” He said and Bucky worried about that twinkle of mischief in his best friend’s eye. Fucking shit. “S’fine.” He mumbled, clenching around the fucking stupid coffee-cup. “Thank you, Bucky, that means so much to me.” Her voice was enough to make him almost crack a tooth. “Yeah, well…” He trailed off and quickly left the kitchen, palming his damn pants. Yeah, this was hell.

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If he thought it had been bad before that night, it was nothing compared to now. She was constantly doing these stupid, little things that made his stupid, fucking body react. A hand on the small of his back, whenever she passed him. Leaning over the counter wearing that goddamned top, that made him want to bury his face in her tits. She made barely concealed comments about the way, he fucked her back then – Steve just laughed at it and clearly wasn’t all too bothered about it.

Bucky, on the other hand? Very bothered. Extremely bothered. And horny. He was just about ready to pull fixtures from the walls with his bare hands from pure, pent-up aggression. It was too much, and the fact that he could almost smell her made him see fucking red. It was like heroin to him. Or, rather, she was – and he had kicked the habit a year ago but jumped willingly into it again with both feet. Like a fucking idiot.  

“You can’t keep doing this.” He hissed at her, when she “accidentally” brushed her ass against his crotch as she passed him to get a cup from the dishwasher. The fucking skirt was so short, he could easily push a finger or two inside of her. It wasn’t the first time, and it sure as shit probably wouldn’t be the last. She quirked an eyebrow at him. “Do what?” He groaned as she pushed back just a little. “That. You’re dating Steve, stop trying to fuck me!” He whispered, eyes on the staircase; Steve was in a meeting in the office upstairs, and apparently, that made Y/N feel bold. “You know, you’re awfully tense.” She said with a shrug and filled her cup with coffee. “Fucking stop. I’m not here for your entertainment, if you’re horny, go fuck Steve.” She sighed and, possibly without thinking, she walked to the living room and muttered under her breath. “Like I’d ever fuck Stevie.” He felt like had been poured over with a bucket of ice-water.

“What did you just say?” His voice was calm and very, very dangerous. She turned slowly on her feet; her eyes were wide.

  “Uh…” “Did you just say you wouldn’t want to fuck Steve?” He took a step towards her like a predator hunting his prey. “Listen, James, I…” She backed away from him. “No, don’t give me a shitty excuse. You wouldn’t want to fuck your boyfriend, huh?” Another step. “I…” Another step. “Are you fucking kidding me?” He rumbled, his fingers flexing at his sides. If she had been playing him for all this time, he was going to fucking lose it. “James, babe…” He growled at the endearment. She apparently didn’t want to wait to see the outcome of whatever he was planning, because she placed her cup on the table and spurted up the stairs, calling for Steve.

Bucky was seeing fucking red. One thing was the torture of knowing she had moved on, especially with his best friend, but it was another thing entirely if she had pretended to date Steve. Oh, God, if she had pretended just to fuck him over, he was going to die.

He heard Steve’s voice trail from the office, and he stopped at the bottom of the stairs to listen in. “Oh, sweetheart, I don’t know…” “He found out!! I was an idiot, I let it slip and now…” She whined. “Not my circus, not my monkeys.” Steve answered. Bucky could almost hear her eyes roll. “Just… Fucking help, Steve!” Her voice was wavering, and Bucky felt a little bit of pride in his chest at her desperation. Good. “Seriously, you wanted to play this game, I came along because I literally cannot deal with the brooding and sulking, but I’m not getting you out of this one.” Steve sighed. “I don’t even think I can. I’m in for it, too, you know?” He said and she groaned. “But Steve…” “Well, well, if it isn’t the consequences of your own actions?” Steve said and he chuckled. “You got yourself in this mess to what, test the waters, and now you gotta go upstream in shit creek without paddles on your own, sweetheart.” Bucky drew a deep breath and cracked his neck before beginning to ascend the stairs. She wasn’t getting out of this one, no matter how hard she tried.

Both of their voices quieted as they heard his shoes on the stairs. He knew he was an imposing man, but the anger that rolled off him right now was seeping through to the way he walked, heavy feet as he slowly made his way up. He saw them when he reached the landing, and he clenched his jaw at the sight – Y/N was cowering slightly behind Steve, and Steve had a shit-eating grin on his face. “What the fuck did you do, Steve?” Bucky asked in a leveled voice. Steve widened his eyes. “Who, me? Nothing.” “Don’t fucking bullshit me!” Bucky lost his damned cool completely at Steve’s fucking tone and the way Y/N grabbed his arm. “Woah, man! Chill! She asked for my help, that’s it.” Steve held his arms up in surrender and Bucky glared at him. “What. Did. You. Do?” Bucky emphasized his words with a small step inside of the office. “Listen, this is not my…” Bucky narrowed his eyes at him. Steve might be a big man, but right now, he looked like the small kid from Brooklyn in front of Bucky. “Y/N.” His voice was dripping with danger, he could hear it himself. She never could go against that tone of voice, and he saw her slowly peek out from behind Steve. “On your fucking knees.” The domineering part of him took over fully, wanting nothing more than to punish her for making him look like a fucking fool. “Bucky, isn’t that a little…” Bucky’s eyes whipped to Steve, who shut his mouth. Good. “You don’t get a say in this. You stand there and look pretty, until I tell you otherwise.” He pointed a finger at Steve, who didn’t dare do anything else but nod. “Y/N, last time. On your fucking knees, right now.” She whimpered but did as he asked, crawling towards him. She stopped in front of him, her bare knees on the floor – he could hear the skin slide against the wood, and it gave him a weird sense of pleasure knowing she probably broke the skin a little. She looked up at him. “I’m sor…” He cut her off, squatting in front of her and grabbed a hold of her chin with strong fingers. She whined at the pressure. “You will be fucking sorry.” He grumbled before spitting in her face. She mewled at the feeling of it hitting her face, and it made him twitch uncomfortably in his pants. “You’re such a little slut for me, aren’t you? Couldn’t just have told me you wanted to try again, huh? Needed to play a fucking game instead?” She closed her eyes, and his hand flew from her chin to her cheek, the slap ringing through the room. Steve shuffled uncomfortably on his feet and Bucky shot him a glance. “I’m just going to go…” Steve began. “No, the fuck you aren’t. you’re going to stay here and fucking watch.” “Buddy, it’s not my…” Bucky growled. “It fucking is, Steve. Stay, or I will tie you to the fucking chair behind you.” Steve swallowed. It wouldn’t be the first time Steve observed whatever Bucky had going on, but this was different – Bucky had never been this harsh before. He turned his eyes from Steve, who sat down in the chair, to Y/N, who was whimpering. “You wanted me to fuck you, didn’t you?” She nodded. “You wanted me to fuck the fucking brat out of you, huh? Been a bad girl, a fucking brat to me, and you just needed daddy’s cock to screw it right out of you, until you got so cock-drunk you got stupid?” She whimpered again and Bucky heard a muttered fuck from Steve.

He didn’t care.

“Mouth.” She understood clearly, opening her mouth and pushing her tongue out – Steve groaned from his chair and Bucky glared at him. “Another fucking sound out of you, and I’ll shut you right the fuck up myself.” He promised, and Steve nodded. That wouldn’t be the first time either. He turned to face Y/N again and let spit fall onto her tongue. “Swallow it.” She willingly did, her eyes glazed over, and he saw her hips buck slightly. He cocked an eyebrow at her. “Already so fucking horny for me, aren’t you? I haven’t even touched you, you filthy, fucking slut.” The words gave him power, made his shoulders roll and he felt powerful as he sat in front of her, Steve watching the punishment unfold. Bucky slowly rose to his feet and unbuckled his belt, pulling it from his pants completely, before he opened his pants and let them fall to the ground. He looked to Steve. “Clean the fucking desk off.” He ordered. “Yes, sir.” Steve joked but followed orders anyway. Bucky saw the strain in his pants. He looked back at Y/N, who had swimming eyes and her lips curled just a little; that just wouldn’t do. “You are a pathetic, little whore, aren’t you? Want me to fuck you dumb, do you?” he asked in a slow, low voice. “Please…” her voice was like fucking music to his ears. He let his palm connect with her cheek again. “What did you say?” She swallowed thickly and closed her eyes again. “Please, daddy.” “Good girl. You’re not so dumb, you forgot, did you?” he said with a sly smile on his lips. She shook her head. “Mouth open, tongue out. I’m going to fuck your throat until you’re just about to pass out.” He said and heard the soft whine in the back of her throat. He knelt down again and softened his gaze. “Y/N.” the shift of tone made her open her eyes and he searched them for any signs of this going over her limits. “I’m fucking angry, but I’m not crossing lines. Color?” “Green.” She answered. “Safeword?” “Peach.” He almost smiled at that. “If you can’t say it, tap me three times and I’ll stop. Got it?” he gently ran his thumb across her cheekbone. She smiled. “Yes, daddy.” And they were back. He stood again and looked at Steve, who had cleaned the desk completely. “Steve, you better sit closer. You need to see all of her punishment, got it?” Steve nodded and moved the chair from behind the desk to the side, where he had full view of Y/N’s profile. She still had her mouth open, and Bucky didn’t want to wait – he pulled his hard cock out and groaned as he tightened his grip around his length. The vein on the underside was throbbing. He smeared the tip on her tongue, letting the precum disperse on her tongue. “Deep breath now. I’m counting down, and I don’t give a shit if you didn’t get to breathe before.” He said. “Three… Two… One.” He pushed his hard length as deep as it could go, and she gagged around him. “Eyes on me, you fucking whore. Look me in the eyes while I choke you with my cock.” She moved her eyes to his, and tears trickled down past her cheeks, mixing with the spit on her chin – she was a fucking vision, gagging on his cock, breath stolen from her, and he wrapped a hand in her hair, holding her in place as he began fucking her throat, pushing deeper than he had before – she choked and gagged, spit drippled onto her legs. Steve grunted and Bucky shot him a quick look. “Don’t fucking touch yourself.” He commanded. “Buck…” “No. not yet.” He was panting as his cock slid in and out of her throat until three taps landed on his thigh. He pulled out of her, and she gasped and coughed. He stroked himself. “Good girl, you took me so fucking well, didn’t you?” He praised and the sounds she was making made him fucking feral. It was insane, the chokehold she had on him. “Thank you, daddy.” She croaked, a smile on her swollen lips. “Am I forgiven?” His eyes darkened and Steve chuckled. “Oh, baby girl, you don’t know what you just did.” Bucky tugged her hair tightly back and slapped her cheek again before gripping her throat tightly. “You think you’re forgiven just because I used your throat?” She whimpered. “Oh, no, you’re not. I’m going to use you like my fucking fuck-doll, and you’re going to take it. After that, I’ll let Steve cum in your throat and then we’ll see.” He sneered. “You’re such a fucking needy girl. Stupid.” He tightened his grip on her throat. “Turn around, ass up, face down.” He let her go, and she followed suit – her damn fucking skirt rode up and it took every ounce of self-control to not just fuck her raw right then and there. She laid her head on the floor and he stepped over to her face, placing his boot on her jaw, pinning her to the floor, and bent down slightly. “Look at you, you dirty, fucking whore. Ready for me to just give you anything, huh?” He tasted metal. “Yes, daddy…” She moaned, wiggling her ass a little. Steve groaned again. “Man, can I…” “No, you asshole.” He turned back to Y/N and added a little extra pressure on her jaw; she mewled. “If you beg me once, I’ll make sure you can’t fucking use your legs for a month.” He spat at her, teeth baring and wrapped the buckled end of his belt around his hand. She saw and her eyes fluttered closed. He chuckled darkly and straightened up to his full height before going behind her to look at her ass. He hummed as he rolled the skirt up and let it bunch around the waist. “Fucking dirty, little girl, aren’t you? Wearing no panties, just wet and ready for whoever wants to stick a cock in you?” She whimpered as he let his long, thick fingers slide against her folds and dip inside of her. She pushed back against him, but he removed his fingers roughly. “Don’t fucking think you’re getting anything out of this, little girl.” He ran his hand over her ass. “You’ve been naughty, haven’t you? Teasing me, acting the way you have?” He kept his hand on her ass. “Answer me.” A smack landed on her and she sucked in a sharp breath. “Y-yes, daddy, fuck, I’ve been bad…” She answered breathily. He could see how fucking wet she was, and his will to punish her almost waned at the sight. “Count ’em.” He barked before drawing his hand back and swung the belt down on her cheek with a hard whisk through the air. She yelped as it made contact with her, the skin instantly going red. “I’m not stopping until I’m sure you’ve got marks that’ll last months.” He said with a devious smile, before smoothing his palm over the red streak. “Color?” She moaned at his touch. “Green.” She was breathless but the answer was clear. “Good girl.” He let the belt fall on her bare cheeks ten times total, and at the end, he could see her slick drip down her inner thighs and her mouth moved with silent begging. She was shivering.

“You did so good, baby girl… You did so good for daddy.” He soothed the skin on her ass with his hand and he blew cool air on the reddened skin. She moaned at the feeling. “Buck, I’m fucking seconds away from exploding.” Steve grunted, palming his cock through his jeans. Bucky rolled his eyes. “Fucking fine. Just… Wait until I’m in her.” He grabbed a hold of her hair again as the sound of Steve’s zipper reverberated through the room. He slowly let her stand on shaky legs and let her to the desk, bending her over it. “Steve, move front.” He nodded towards the desk to the end, where her face was, and Steve lifted an eyebrow at her. She whined. “Stevie…” He chuckled. “Nu-uh, baby girl. You got yourself here, clean up the mess.” He simply said, letting his cock spring out of his boxers. Bucky chuckled and stood behind her. “Steve, get your belt. Tie it, bind it I don’t care, but get it on her fucking arms.” He ordered. “Yes, sarge.” Steve rolled his eyes but followed the direction anyway – Bucky snarled at him. “Do that one more time and you’ll choke on my cock.” Steve gulped. “Sorry.” He tied her hands down with the belt and Bucky took his own off his hand, gently sliding it around her throat and let the end loop through the buckle, giving him a leash. He tugged it to the side, very careful to have enough room for her to breathe a little and not crush her windpipe. “Color?” He asked, tugging it slightly. She was in sub-space completely, and didn’t answer him, her eyes trained on Steve’s cock in front of her. “Baby girl, you gotta answer or I’ll have to punish you.” He let his palm fall to the top of her ass, and she whined. “Color, baby.” He tugged on the makeshift leash again. “Green, daddy.” He massaged her ass gently. “There’s my girl.” He cleared his throat and lined himself up behind her – he let a single finger dip inside of her and she moaned, bucking her hips. “I don’t even need to stretch you out, do I? you got so wet from me punishing you, you fucking whore? Yeah, you want daddy to fill you up, fucking breed you?” he growled. “Fuck! Y-yes, daddy, please, I just… Need you.” She whispered, and Steve’s cock twitched in front of her. “You want his cock in your throat, baby girl?” He leaned over her back, cock nudging at her dripping hole. “You want to get fucked in your mouth by Steve, while I fuck you stupid with my cock?” She mewled. “Y-yes, daddy.” “Earn it.” He grabbed a tight hold on the leash and yanked it to the side, her head following; her sounds were fucking sinful, and he was well aware he wasn’t going to last long. “You better take all of me, got it?” She nodded once. “Good girl.” He let his fingers stroke her cheekbone and in one big thrust, he was buried inside of her.

She screamed at the sudden intrusion, lurching forwards on the table and panted. “I can’t, you’re too… F-fuck, you’re too deep!” She moaned out, spit pooling under her. “No, baby. I don’t care if you think I’m too deep, you’re going to fucking take it, because what?” He inched himself forward a little, nudging her cervix. Fuck, she was tight. “B-because I’m a good, little…” She moaned. “I’m your slut, I’m your good little slut!” “There’s my girl.” He drew back and slammed inside of her again, her walls dragging and tensing around him. “Fucking hell, Steve… Should’ve taken your chance, when you had her…” He chuckled. “’You can touch now.”   “Thank fucking God.” Steve began slowly stroking himself, letting the tip of his cock rest right in front of her face. “You want him in your mouth?” Bucky asked, his balls slapping against her clit, making her moans tumble from her lips. “Yes, yes, please…” “Get it, then.” He fucked her relentlessly, as she tried to stretch her neck to reach Steve’s cock. They both chuckled. “So fucking desperate for a cock in you, aren’t you?” Bucky rumbled, picking up speed. He was ramming her deeply, feeling her flutter around him. “You’re so fucking eager.” Steve’s voice sounded and Bucky almost whined at the sound. God, he’d missed this shit. She tightened around him. “Oh, is my little girl gonna cum? You’re going to cum on daddy’s cock?” She nodded and finally, with a gleeful moan, got Steve’s cock between her lips, precum smearing on her lips. Bucky stilled completely as Steve began fucking her mouth, groaning at the feeling. “You’re not fucking coming. Not until you’ve begged for it.” He whispered, wrapping her hair around his hand again, forcing her to take Steve deeper. She whimpered around his cock, her walls tightening again. She gagged when Steve pushed deeper in, and he chuckled a little. “Fucking hell, Buck, you should see her face. She’s so fucking cock-drunk, she can’t even see straight.” Bucky chuckled as well. “Now, I’m going to fuck this pretty, wet, tight pussy, but you’re not coming until I say so, baby… Show me you deserve it.” He whispered and began driving his hips back and forth again, his cock twitching inside of her. She felt like fucking heaven, so tight and so fucking wet, he had half a mind to stay inside her forever. “Shit, baby girl… Look at that pretty pussy, taking me so well, aren’t you?” he couldn’t help himself – he was looking at the way his cock slid in and out of her, and he almost came when she whined and choked on Steve’s dick. “Goddamn… Steve, take the reins.” He handed him the belt and Steve yanked it a little, feeling out where to tighten it to make it just right.

Bucky shifted his weight slightly to angle a little upwards, while his fingers found her clit. She whimpered and shook, trying to hold back her orgasm – he was getting close too, but refused to cum before her. He might be many things, but a selfish man, he was not. “Come on, pretty girl, beg around Steve’s cock.” He angled and hammered her hard, her swollen lips sucking him in. Muffled sounds came from her throat mixed with gagging, and he chuckled. Steve moaned. “What? I can’t hear you.” She tried again, but with the same result. Steve pulled out of her mouth and slapped her cheek with his cock instead, leaving a trail of spit on it. “Come on, let him know.” He said nonchalantly. “P-please, I’m begging… Fuck, l-let me cum on your cock, daddy, please… I’ll be good, I pro…” She moaned as he hit a certain spot within. “I p-promise I’ll be good, daddy, please, please, please…” She was clenching him so tightly, he barely had a chance to move and he chuckled. “What do you say, Stevie? Should we let this little cum-slut get her way?” Steve sighed dramatically. “If I get my cock in her mouth again.” Bucky laughed. “Fine. Baby girl, you can’t cum until he’s in your throat.” She nodded eagerly. “Yes, daddy.” She opened her mouth and Steve slid inside of her again, while Bucky picked up the pace. She squeezed tightly around him. “Yes, there’s a good girl… Fucking cum on my cock, baby.” Wetness gushed from her and her legs shook, when her orgasm took her over – she was barely standing, his hands on her hips holding her to the table, seemed to be the only thing holding her up; she whimpered around Steve’s cock again and her pussy pulsed around Bucky’s hard cock. “Fucking hell, baby, you want me to fill you? You want daddy’s cum in you, like a good little slut?” She nodded and gagged as Steve drove his cock deeper inside of her throat. “Yeah, fucking take it, baby… I’m going to fucking fill you, you’re going to be dripping with me for days.” He moaned and panted, the pace faltering as he neared his high. She pushed her ass back against him and he groaned, fingers bruising her hips. Steve was moaning as well, clearly getting there too. “Such a good girl, such a fucking good girl, taking all of me so well…” He was rambling and he knew it, but he didn’t give a shit. She was pushing back against him, her walls clenching and releasing around him, and he couldn’t hold back for much longer. “Steve, don’t fucking cum until I’m done.” “Dude…” “Don’t start with me!” Bucky grumbled, driving himself as deeply as he could. She was whimpering and gagging, spit pooling under her chin on the desk and her pussy was gushing wetness as he drove himself over the edge.

He came with a roar and slammed his cock as deep as he could, balls slapping against her clit as he filled her with his spend; he was panting, and it felt like he emptied his goddamned soul into her. He stilled and kept his cock inside of her, holding the cum in. “You’re such a good girl, took me so well, baby… Look at this fucking pussy, just swallowing everything I give…” He chuckled and watched Steve going faster and faster, keeping a tight hold on the belt to keep her in place. “You did so good, baby… I’m keeping this fucking cum inside of you, my little whore.” He kissed her shoulder and she gagged again. “You want Steve to cum, huh? Want him to cum all over your face, baby?” Steve smirked and she nodded. He pulled out and began fisting his cock, looking down at her face – open-mouthed and tongue out. “Fuck, you really are a cock-drunk little bitch, aren’t you?” She mewled and Bucky joined in on it, keeping his finger on her clit, rubbing small, rough circles. Her hips bucked against him. “She’s finally dumbed down, isn’t she? I think her face would look prettier covered in you, don’t you Steve?” He nodded and tightened his grip on his length, nearing the edge. Bucky moved his hips lazily, keeping his semi-hard cock sliding in and out of her. She was shaking again. “You want to cum again, baby? You think you’ve earned it?” He asked, slapping her ass a little. She mewled. “Yes, please… Daddy, please, I’ve been so good…” She rambled, her eyes on Steve’s cock. They both chuckled. “Then cum, baby. Stupid, fucking, slut, cum for me and Steve. Let me hear those noises.” She came hard, screaming out in between moans, her legs and arms shaking; Steve came on her face with ropes of hot cum, coating her lashes, nose, cheeks and some on her tongue. She moaned at the feeling and lapped up as much as she could.

Bucky finally stilled completely and caught Steve’s eyes. “Can you go get her a wet towel and a bottle of water?” he asked softly. Steve nodded and tucked his length back in his pants, before leaving the room. Bucky pulled out of her – and for good measure, he added a few fingers to fuck into her slowly, pushing his cum deeper inside of her. She moaned brokenly, clearly completely spent. He gently removed his fingers and kissed her bare ass, keeping a hand on her back as he slowly unwrapped the belt from her throat and her hands. She whined as it fell from her, and he could see the marks on her wrists and neck. He kissed her forehead before swiftly scooping her into his arms, carrying her bridal style to his room. She curled up against him, hands around his neck.

“Here you go.” Steve came inside and sat the wet towel and water next to the bed. “I’ll leave you two to it.” Bucky nodded gratefully. Steve smiled and left, closing the door after him. “Relax, baby. I got you.” He murmured, gently cleaning her off; the cum from her face and thighs, where it had dripped down, her folds and the sweat from her body. He raised the water bottle to her lips and didn’t let down until he was satisfied with the amount, she managed to drink. She sighed and she could barely hold her eyes open.

He laid down next to her, drawing gentle circles on her arm and tucked her close to his body. She wrapped her arm around his torso. “I did good, daddy?” He shushed her. “It’s okay baby, you did great. I’m just James now, baby. It’s okay.” His lips kissed along her hairline as she slowly came out of her space, her grip on him tightening. “You okay, peach?” She nodded. “I’m great.” He smiled against her hair. “Good girl. Get some rest.” She shook her head tiredly. “We should talk.” She mumbled against his chest. “Later, sweetheart. We’ll get to it later.”

There wasn’t anything to talk about for him at least. Despite the way it came about, he was more than happy to have her back in his arms. That’s all that mattered to him.

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hi! I just recently found your account and I've been spending all my time reading everything you've written, and I wanted to tell you that I absolutely adore your writing! it's so beautiful.

I also wanted to request a friends to lovers nikolai x reader fic (you don't have to make it friends to lovers if you don't want to!) something along the lines of this: they get seperated after the battle with the darkling at the end of siege and storm and reader has to go with alina but they finally reunite? and everyone is super smug because they knew it would happen.

sorry for such a long ask and no worries if you decide not to do it! I hope you're doing well!!

Fools, pistols blazing and shock

A/n: a promise is a promise and the second most requested fic was Nikolai and angst and so here it is! friends to lovers is not my favorite trope but I enjoyed writing this. I hope you will too x

Thank you so much for your beautiful words btw, they mean the world <3<3

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SHADOW AND BONE MASTERLIST

"So," he twirled around, "how do I look?" With a theatrical gesture, he stopped in front of you.

You looked at him, head to toe, before saying, "Like a fool I know."

He was imperturbable, by the smirk on his face one would think that you had paid him a compliment. "The answer was far simpler: handsome."

"You look like a prince," you conceded, " but so does your brother so take that as you will." And with that, you walked to your assigned post leaving a scandalized Nikolai behind.

The dinner went by smoothly even if you had to bear Vasily being his annoying self. So far so good. The important thing was that the people around the table were under no threat. The rest was bearable.

And no, it had nothing to do with Nikolai winking at you from time to time. Flirting was second nature to him and Alina's presence by his side was a cold reminder of how things were.

It took one look at her for your face to go as blank as Mal's on the other side of the room.

You had disconnected from the conversation at the table for a second, your attention going to the exit where a Grisha soldier had just walked in to talk to Zoya. If you had been paying attention to Nikolai, you would have known what to expect.

But you hadn't and so the next few seconds were pure chaos.

The unthinkable happened.

Black shadows filled the room, leaving no chance to the people they had appeared before. The Queen's scream brought your attention back to the table and consequently to the Vasily. Or rather, to what was left of him.

Beside him, the kind had crouched down to hide and was cowering behind the throne. The Queen clutched her son's body to her chest wailing and screaming. Then your eyes fell on him, standing tall in front of his parents shooting away.

You didn't know what you were going to do. You didn't think. You just acted and the next thing you knew, you were running towards him shooting fire at whatever tendrils of shadows you could see.

"Nikolai!"

In a moment, you reached his side, covering his back for every possible attack.

"You need to go," you urged him over the sounds of crying and shooting. A shot of light filled the room blinking you for a moment and panic shot through you at the possibility of Alina being hurt.

"Take your parents and Alina and go Nikolai. You can't stay here!" You insisted again, still back to back, unwilling to let anything happen to him. If he meant to argue you didn't know. You heard him speak but his words went unheard over the chaos in the room.

You turned around just in time to see one of those things trying to make their way to him. The tendrils of fire that shot through you slowed it down but it was only a shot of wind coming from a squaller that did the trick and sent it away.

Nodding in the squaller's direction you took Nikolai's shoulders and turned him towards the secret exit behind the throne.

"Stop playing hero and just go for Saint's sake!" Under normal circumstances, he was stronger than you. And well, he still was but too busy worrying about getting his family to safety and covering your back, he ended up succumbing to your shoves.

"I can't leave you here!"

"You can and you surely will! I'll make sure that Alina is safe," ushering him and his parents towards the exit, you didn't give him time to argue. Once they were through the door, you closed it behind them and melted the lock.

You allowed yourself only a moment to worry about him, to mourn him if things were to go downhill for you. Only a second for you to mourn the future that you knew you were never going to get with him.

Then it was over. Your heart locked away and your mind focused solely on the battle ahead. You needed to make sure that Alina was alive and get her to safety whilst also trying to save as many as you could along the way.

A piece of cake.

*+*+*+*+*+*

You knew that he had made it out of Os Alta alive. You had gotten word that he had arrived safe and sound to one of his hiding spots scattered around the country.

Alina and a group of other Grisha, including yourself, had managed to make it out alive out of the capital as well.

All was as well as it could be under these gloomy circumstances. And yet, you couldn't help but feel like you had lost.

Too many had fallen under the Darkling's wrath. Too many had given up their lives in honor of Ravka's freedom. Too many sacrifices for you all to be hiding in the tunnels like scared cats.

But you had a plan. You just needed to be in the same room as Alina, all of you at once, and you were going to make your way up.

It was only a matter of time before you were going to see him again.

*+*+*+*+*+*

It turned out that you were right. It was a matter of time indeed before you saw Nikolai again.

As always, he couldn't help but make a grand entrance while praising his good looks. For once, your eyes didn't roll in mock annoyance. The joy of seeing him again, safe and sound while also saving your asses, prevailed.

And the moment his eyes met yours? Priceless.

Despite being in the middle of running away and fighting the first army's soldiers, you felt like there was only the two of you. Nothing mattered besides Nikolai, his stupid smirk that shone brighter than all the stars combined.

It turned out that that moment came with a price indeed. Your distraction paved the way for an almost fatal mistake.

Too lost in Nikolai's eyes and restraining yourself from throwing yourself at him, you didn't notice the soldier sneaking up behind him. Or well, you didn't until it was too late.

The movement caught your eyes, but the bastard had his pistol already drawn. You had the presence of the spirit of pushing Nikolai out of the way before a shot was fired.

Focusing on the bullet you tried all your might to melt it, but you knew it was a desperate attempt since you had noticed it too late. Trying and losing was better than not trying at all so trying you did.

However, what turned out to be life-saving was Nikolai's counterattack. While you exercised the small science, Nikolai quickly drew his own pistol and shoot at the soldier.

Time seemed to slow down as you stared in front of him, hands in the air while Nikolai moved behind you. Right before your brain registered that while you had indeed managed to burn the bullet, it was still coming your way at high speed, another object entered your field vision.

At that moment you didn't exactly decipher what had happened, you blinked and the bullet was not there anymore. However, your stupor was short-lived as other soldiers were coming your way after hearing the noise.

At that point, Nikolai tugged you away and towards his awaiting ship knowing that the soldiers would surely outnumber you.

It all happened in a blink. One moment you were on the ground hellbent on not dying, and the other you were up in the air.

That, combined with the stress of the last couple of weeks. exhaustion and dehydration put you in a state of shock. Resulting in you staring numbly ahead of you.

Then, when you felt a hand on your face, your brain started working again and your eyes slowly began to focus.

"Are you injured?"

Nikolai was moving your head left and right to check for wounds and after that, he moved down on your neck and vital points. But you weren't hurt.

"It's so typically you to swoop in and save the day in the most dramatic way possible that I shouldn't even be surprised."

Your sarcasm reassured him that you were fine more than the absence of physical wounds. Leaning back on his haunches, he gave you a lazy smirk. "You know me, always read to save damsels in distress."

You almost hated how handsome he looked in that moment but the fact that he basically had saved your life made it really hard for you to get mad at him.

"Not a damsel and not in distress but I appreciated your gesture," you fired back falling naturally into your usual easy banter. "Thank you, Kolya."

"You shouldn't be thanking me. I did it for a whole selfish reason." His features morphed into seriousness which was usually something he left for meetings or that kind of stuff. Seeing it now directed at you, seriously worried you.

"Since when does Nikolai Lanstov shy away from gratefulness and compliments?" You tried to jest but to no avail.

"I'm serious."

"Alright, so why did you do it? You have tons of other Grisha available."

"Because a world without you is not a world I want to live in."

Well, damn. Trust Nikolai to make you completely speechless.

"That must be the shock talking," you murmured still taken back by his words.

"I've almost lost you, y/n, I'm not going to waste any more time avoiding my feelings." Crossing his arms on his chest, Nikolai lightly shook his head. Damn, there was no smirk on his face, no twinkle in his eyes. He must be serious.

"I should be having an epiphany moment since I was the one who almost died," you protested.

"Feel free to declare your undying love for me then."

"Ass. Now I'm tempted not to do it just to prove you wrong," you glared at him but sighed knowing what you needed to do. "But, as much as it pains me, you're right."

Your eyes flickered between yours and the sheer intensity of them gave you enough confidence to bear your heart to him, "I do love you, you know."

"Well, let's be honest, who wouldn't. I'm amazing," with a careless shrug, Nikolai gestured to himself. Which, of course, made you glare at him.

"Joking, I take it back. You're insufferable." Your mock-annoyance did nothing but amuse him to no end. However untruthful they might be, Nikolai played along with your words. While also progressively leaning closer to you.

"Nope, can't do that love. You signed your destiny, you're mine." You would have retired, of course you would have, but the truth is, his lips were more interesting than any witty comeback ever could.

[9.55] mafia!wooyoung × reader

⇀ good thing you're smart, if not Wooyoung wouldn't have a whole attitude change

⇁ tw : violence, torture, kindapping, mafia life

⇁ part 1 / 2 / 3

⇁ disclaimer : the author does not support any and all criminal/illegal acts. the narrative written in this story is purely fiction out of the author's imagination. the things written here does not portray real mafia life nor is the author aware of how the mafia life is like. the author is a hermit loser.

You don't remember how long it has been since they captured you. Being stuck in a basement would do that apparently.

Whoever was behind your capture had been torturing you beyond your own imagination. They had starved you, hit you, kicked you, attempted to drown you, tied you in an uncomfortable position every night, and sent in someone to make sure you don't get an ounce of sleep.

All that just to get information on Wooyoung.

Currently, you're being tied to a chair, being once again interrogated for informations you had no clue about, "things would be much easier if you'd just give us what we want," the buff man in front of you said, he held a knife to your cheek but at this point you couldn't even flinch, "where is Jung Wooyoung's headquarters?"

Your cold outfit was clinging onto you like second skin, it's uncomfortable and it's dirty, the cold had definitely impacted your health.

Recently all you've been able to feel is just the headache and the burn from inside your body. Not even the abuse given to you was able to inflict you pain.

Everything's just numb.

You look up at the man, almost with a challenging look as you press your face daringly to the blade, "I. Don't. Know." you spat each word like venom.

The man laughed, pretty amused at how daring you are being, "you're his wife, there is no way you wouldn't have known," you rolled your eyes at him, bitter that he used the word 'wife' because you know fully well that Wooyoung would never treat you as such, "then I must've not been his wife now, am I?" You retorted back at him, slightly shocking him because this is the first time within the (apparently) 7 days you've been captured that you had said something else other than 'I don't know' or 'fuck you'.

Everyone was startled at the revelation, they probably hadn't concidered that you might not be Wooyoung's wife. No one really know about Wooyoung's personal life, it seems.

Seeing their hesitance, you take this as your chance of escaping.

The buff man grab your hair harshly, his eyes narrowing at you in suspicion, "don't lie to me, whore, if you're not his wife, then why'd you have a wedding ring on?" "Stole it from my mistress before I ran away, needed the money," you lied easily, surprising yourself.

"And why are you wearing it?" He asked again, "to make it less inconspicuous, people need to believe that this belongs to me or else they'll alert the cops that I'm a thief,"

He seemed to be having an inner turmoil on whether or not he should believe you.

With how you've been acting and the lack of evidence that you are Wooyoung's wife, you could really have been the wrong target.

"That means Handong lied to us," he said as he push your head away, talking to one of the men next to him, "bring him in and get this bitch out," he said simply before turning back to leave.

But before he walked out of the room, he looked back once more at you with a bitter smirk, "make sure to... deal... with her first, insurance for your silence,"

When the doors closed, 5 men approach your figure, still tied on the chair.

One of them crouch down in front of you, he brush your hair out of your face with a sad smile, "I'm sorry that we have to do this, pretty girl," confused at what he said, you just stared at him. But then he suddenly slap you so hard that you fell down along with the chair you're tied to.

And thus began one of the longest night of your life.

Meanwhile Wooyoung was getting antsy. His men couldn't find you anywhere and there isn't a second when he didn't regret turning his abundance of cctv off

He spent his days either in meetings or trying to track your whereabouts. San had to step in and actually force him to eat, going as far as cuffing him to his chair and spoon-fed him, even throwing a cheesy "would (Y/N) be happy to see you in this state?" At him to which he replied, "considering how I treat her, I wouldn't be surprised if she is,"

So far, neither yours nor his parents were aware of your disappearance. His dad only asked about you once to ensure he still has leverage, which of course Wooyoung lied, he's already stressed over your disappearance the last thing he need is for his dad to bit his head off.

Each night he spent sleeping in his bedroom, moping to the fact that he genuinely misses and worried about you. He regret taking you for granted, taking your presence for granted. Now, he could only imagine your sleeping form next to him using the memories of when he actually slept in bed with you. He used to be able to feel your warmth next to him, now it's just cold and he dislike it.

Tonight was no different. Before he got into bed, he went to the walk-in closet and look at all the dresses he had brought you to events that you went to (re : events he was forced brought you because his parents would be there). He remembered every how you looked in every single one of them.

It's pathetic of him, to be pining over the woman he claimed to have no care about.

Just as he turned the walk-in closet's lights off, there were commotions from downstairs, then a huge bang like his front doors had been barged open.

Diving into his instincts, Wooyoung grabbed the nearest gun he had hid all around the room and ran out, thinking that it was a raid by his rivals.

But when he looked down from the second floor to the living room, his heart wrenched and he froze.

San had you in his arms, you looked sickly pale with bruises all over your exposed arms and legs, clothes had chunks of them torn, and you weren't moving. One would assume that you're dead.

Wooyoung dropped his gun and ran to his friend who had just put you on the couch.

The sight of you looking so broken panicked him. He wanted to hold you and be glad that you're home, but he doesn't wanna hurt you. He wanted to tell you how sorry he is and that he'll make up to you but he's not sure whether or not you're still alive.

He snapped his head towards his staff, "call the doctor! Call Kang Yeosang in!" He barked to which his staffs immediately obeyed, scrambling to do as he ordered.

"God, baby, who did this to you?" He muttered to himself, reaching forward to brush your hair out of your face.

You stirred a bit when you heard his voice ans managed to open your eyes despite the splitting headache and the soreness all over your body.

When your eyes met his, you smiled, "hey, what are you doing in my dreams?" You croaked out, throat obviously sore and beyond parched from having been denied fluids for so long. It was your turn to brush his bangs from his eyes, something you've always wanted to do but know never could considering his dislike that turned out to be hatred towards you.

You suddenly frown at him, making his gaze on you softer, "I'm sorry," you muttered, not able to speak louder. At that, he tilted his head, "for what?" "Not being able to stay gone, I had to had the will to live, I should've let them kill me," you said before you slip into unconsciousness, rendering Wooyoung speechless at your words.

Before he was able to retaliate, San had swoop you back into his arms to take you to an empty room so Yeosang could come in and treat you.

"No," Wooyoung called, stopping San in his tracks, "bring her to my- our room, she should feel comfortable," to which San just nodded and obey, knowing how important it is to have you next to him as much as him next to you.

Yeosang came in not long after and spent 3 hours cleaning and stitching your wounds, checking for possible internal injuries, all the while making sure he's handling you with the utmost care as Wooyoung had been glaring daggers at him. Whether it serve to be a warning to not harm you or a sign of jealousy as Yeosang had a perfectly valid reason to cut your shirt and shorts off for handling.

"I can't make a clear diagnosis without checking for internal injuries, we have to take her to the hospital," Yeosang said. But Wooyoung just snap at him, "then freaking bring the machines here! She's not leaving this mansion and she's not leaving my side!"

Both men just stared at each other for a few minutes, Yeosang holding onto his ground on wanting simplicity, and Wooyoung being afraid of losing you from his sight again.

Knowing how stubborn his friend can be, Yeosang was first to crack, sighing and nodding at Wooyoung, "I'll see what I can do," he said simply before going out to talk to San about possibly transporting some of his machines.

The rest of the night, Wooyoung took care of you. He had put you in one of his large, white button up because it's the easiest to put on you. He stayed by your side in a chair, afraid that he might hurt you (than he already necessary does with his words) if he were to slip in bed with you.

As he watch you, his hands moved to held yours in his. His thumbs were rubbing the back of your hand when it suddenly caught on something.

Looking down, he noticed that it's your wedding ring, matching his own which he's wearing.

It brought a smile to his face seeing you're still holding onto it so dearly. You could've left it for him to find and throw away the day you left, but you had decided to take it with you.

Could it be that despite everything he's done to you, you don't want to completely erase him from your mind?

And that's what made Wooyoung broke down and cried.

He didn't deserve you, not one bit. But despite that, he knows that he's the only one capable enough of taking care of you, to provide for whatever it is that you need.

So at that moment, with you back in hia arms, he decided to step up and assume his responsibilities and treat you as how you deserve to be treated.

whiskey buisness - john shelby x reader (part 5 of ?)

gif by my literal angel @michaelgreys who keeps blessing us like holy fuck

a/n: all i can say is that this is the hottest one yet. as always, my girl @stxdyblr-2k did an amazing job so i hope you all enjoy :) and i'm still working on requests, tysm for all of them!!

love, abi xxx

read part one two three four | my masterlist

tagging: @datewithgianni, @mayaslifeinabox, @deepdonutkid, @springsoulofengland

prompt: john just can't help himself when he sees you with someone else.

warnings: nsfw!!! smut, fluff, angst, light praise kink, john fucking adores you and spends a good amount of time with his head between your legs (yes i know!!!!!)

John had spotted you from across the London nightclub, his table tucked into the balcony area, perfectly positioned to survey the entire club. It'd been over a month since he laid eyes on you last. Sometimes, he wondered if it was possible for you to only get more beautiful every time he saw you. He wasn't surprised, as he'd been warned of your presence by Tommy, but he was unable to stop himself from staring at you, hair neatly styled, scarlet velvet dress clinging to every curve, red lipstick emphasizing your lips, a light haze of pink pressed into your cheekbones, lash-line expertly darkened with kohl. You were dancing with one of Isaiah's friends; the young man was tall and muscular -- a blinder foot soldier, John concluded, draining his glass of whiskey, flagging the waiter down for another.

The young lad was smiling down at you. John took a swig from his drink bitterly, the man obviously head over heels, his eyes bright, excitedly glancing from your lips to your figure. John could feel himself cringe; the younger man had all the subtlety and strategy of a malnourished dog. Then again, who could blame the lad? You were an absolute vision, twirling and giggling, off your face on something Michael had brought. John couldn't help but watch, wishing it was him who had caught your attention tonight, wanting to feel your breath fan across his neck, pulling away while you giggled at his blushing arousal; him whisking you to dark corners to steal a moment of quiet.

He'd tried to get over you but he couldn't. He'd been travelling a lot lately, business in Liverpool, Edinburgh and Belfast; yet in every woman who smiled at him, he found himself searching for you in their eyes, their smiles, their laugh. They were all gorgeous, but his heart simply wasn't in it.

Tonight had started off alright, normal Peaky activity. They'd seized the club only a few hours ago, gaining vital territory in London, bagging their place in the opiate trade and a successful business prospect in one fell swoop. By all accounts, John should’ve been happy, but he'd been too lost in his own mind lately to properly take in the consequences of those sleepless nights with the accounting books, all the hours practicing shooting and boxing, all the endless driving, the meetings, the lingering stench of death which clung to his family. Try as he might, he couldn't enjoy himself. His night got worse the second he spotted you; a yearning for you suddenly flooding his veins. It was easy to get on with life when you were hundreds of miles from him, but when you were a flight of stairs away? He knew the club had countless dark passages to hide away with you, multiple cloak rooms with thick brick walls to take you against: he had to stop his mind running wild. He couldn't. That had to be the last time. You were in his past, you had to stay there. But as he watched you dance with the blinder, he could feel the familiar burn of jealousy swell deep within him. The lad was far too close to you for his comfort, practically grazing his hips to yours. John roughly rubbed his jaw at the sight, silently seething to himself in the shadows.

Thomas studied his brother's body language, taking a slow drag of his cigarette, not understanding the fuss around you. Sure, you were pretty enough; you were bright, apparently funny, but you had never caught his attention really. He observed how John's eyes followed your every move, every sway of your hips closely watched as he held his breath, losing himself to you. He was glad he'd prompted Michael to invite you; this was the most attentive he'd seen John in a month. It was no coincidence that he'd dragged you away from Birmingham, from the watching eyes of the city locals, the wagging tongues in the assembly lines, far from Ada. Michael had admitted to Thomas that it was easy to persuade you, promising you a lift in his new car and a night out as Ada had plans with a gentleman. A night of dancing with your favourite lads and an all expenses paid trip to London? You couldn't resist.

John's jaw had tensed and squared, the man murmuring something against your neck causing you to giggle and grasp his collar. Thomas could tell his brother was practically bristling with jealousy. If looks could kill, the young man clinging to your hips would be long dead from the glare unleashed on him by the tallest Shelby brother.

"You gonna sit there useless or are you gonna fucking do something about it, eh?" Tommy inquired, nudging him with his shoulder.

"I can't."

"No one will know." Thomas pointed out, raising a brow, "The Blinders will say fuck all if they see owt. They keep quiet when it's about us Shelby brothers, yeah?"

John glanced at him, eyes slightly widened, confusion furrowing his brows. "You've changed your fuckin' tune."

"Sometimes, it's good to have secrets. What Ada doesn't know about the events of tonight won't hurt her."

"We don't do secrets. We're meant to trust each other." John objected. "We're a family."

"Nothing will change, John. I'll fix it for you, yeah? You've had a rough few weeks, you should reward yourself."

"She's not a fuckin’ prize, Tom."

"Keep talking that shit and people will get the wrong idea, think you love the woman or sommet." Thomas shrugged, taking a sip of his drink, while John's cheeks flared, his eyes flinching to the floor. He smirks to himself. "You going to go get your lass, then?"

John replied wordlessly, standing and downing the rest of his drink, pulling on his suit jacket, straightening his collar. "I'll catch you later, Tom."

********

The lad was nice, his name had long disappeared into the fog of liquor and Tokyo. He was someone's cousin, but he was polite; charming, almost. Most importantly, he wasn't related to your best friend. Not quite a Casanova type like John, but you two were a good match, everyone thought so. You'd seen him a few times now over the past week. He wasn't much of a talker, but he was a good dancer, and sweet after a few pints.

The band started playing a slower song, Isaiah dancing chest to chest with a beautiful girl across from you. You felt your partner place his fingers on the small of your back, his fingers inching lower, pulling you in closer before the two of you were interrupted by a dark figure looming over you.

"Can I cut in, mate?" A strong Birmingham accent sliced through the air, voice low and polite enough, but with a tone that was laced with venom. "Or are you gonna be a dick about it?"

The lad glanced nervously between you two, moving his hands away from you, embarrassed to be caught by his boss in this state, John staring him down. You slowly pulled away from him, turning to face John.

"Or you could ask me to dance yourself, John?"

John silently glared back at you, his mouth tensed into a thin line. He looked momentarily embarrassed, his attention switching back to your dance partner, the rest of lads silently watching, breaths baited, ready to jump in on the action if the moment required it.

"I'm heading off mate, reckon she's a cocktease." Your partner comments, attempting to diffuse the tension, stepping away, not wanting a fight or to piss off his boss. His path was quickly blocked by another blinder. You shot him an apologetic look and took the large hand John was offering you.

"Or, she's just not interested in you," John quipped, smirking, locking his fingers through yours. "You gonna go get your coat while I finish up with your best mate?"

"Thought we were dancing?"

"You can dance as much as you like in the suite, yeah? Proper gramophone. You coming?"

"You just want me on my own."

"Just tired of the distractions." He told you pointedly, skimming his glare over the group of men, standing with baited breath, preparing for it to kick off.

You rolled your eyes but squeezed his hands, slowly heading to the cloakroom, chatting with the attendant as you watched John confront the lad, keeping your distance. His arms were clutching the lad's lapels, snarling in his face before pushing him back. Michael watched from a few steps away, smoking absentmindedly, spine pressed to a pillar, leaving his cousin to sort out whatever offense he believed the man had caused.

You bundled yourself up in your thin coat, a gift from one of the girls you hung around with as she had recently married a blinder and was being spoiled rotten. The coat's flimsy material was going to be useless against the London night. At least you could count on John to keep you warm on the walk back to the hotel. You headed towards the side door, John's hand quickly finding your lower back protectively as he fell into step beside you. He opened the heavy wooden doors for you, the cold air an instant relief from the heat of the nightclub. You turned back as the door closed, catching a glimpse of the boys closing in on the lad, their eyes gleaming with a violent hunger for action.

"He'll be alright. Daft prick just getting put in his place." John said flatly. He seemed bored but watched you anxiously, begging you with his eyes to drop the subject.

"Is the hotel close by?" You asked casually, as the frigid air swirled around your calves, instantly causing you to shiver.

"I'll get us a cab, love, can't have you in those heels trekking halfway across London town." He stepped fearlessly into the road, unbothered about any potential danger or just forgetful from the whiskey. Quickly, a dark cab pulled up to the cobblestone pavement and John helped you in, taking off his coat and wrapping it around your shoulders before climbing in after you.

As the engine started and the car made its way through London's dimly lit streets to Camden, John's hand found its way to your thigh. You glanced at him, his eyes looking away but his thumb angled against his teeth. He was nervous, having not touched you in a month. You crossed your legs, angling them towards him, his hand shifting higher up your thighs, taking a deep sigh of relief. Your hands found his chin in the gloom of the back of the car, only the occasional bright lights from a nightlife hub or the demure lights of a residential illuminating his face, the angles changing as the cab drove on. It was too much. You'd been needing this for the past month, needing him. Your hands laced around the back of his head and you pressed your lips to his for a brief moment, allowing John to pull you deeper into the kiss. It awoke something familiar inside you, something comforting. Kissing John erased all your homesickness. Christ, you had to stop thinking like this.

"You've not been about for a bit, sweetheart. I know we said never again, but I was hoping you'd come by," John muttered, forehead pressed to yours, breath mingling with yours as he spoke.

"I almost did. The amount of times I nearly visited your office.. I just couldn't do that to you or Ada. Besides, last I heard, you were on tour." You admitted, keeping your voice down to save the cab driver the embarrassment. John caressed your cheekbone with his thumb, tracing the corner of your mouth, prompting a grin from you.

"Last place on earth I'd expected to see you next, it's been hectic my end," He sighed. His eyes were outlined with deep purple smudges of exhaustion, yet he was still devastatingly beautiful even after all the sleepless nights. "It's been too long."

"Not my fault you've been hiding yourself away. You should've called."

"Blame Tommy for that. His solution seems to be sending me on business trips. Trying to make me too tired to handle you." A nervous lick of his lips revealed John’s response to the suggestion that he call you. He wanted to say he would ring next time, but there couldn't be a next time.

"You can barely handle me on a good day, Mr. Shelby."

"Can't blame me. You seen yourself? On the brink as soon as I see you, lass." He teased, earning a gentle shove to the shoulder as you quickly pressed a kiss underneath his chin. You wanted to bring up Thomas' threat, but you bit your tongue, nudging his shin with the toe of your heel in the back of the cab. He rolled his eyes, grabbing your wrists lightly. "Behave yourself in front of the nice cabbie, sweetheart."

You soften at his touch, unable to resist reaching to interlock your fingers, squeezing his hands in yours affectionately. The spirits your table had been bringing you all night definitely boosted your confidence, any hesitancy due to potential rejection drowned out. John pressed his lips to your knuckles in response. He seemed different tonight, far more protective and serious than usual. He was so quiet it was strange, usually yapping your ear off, desperate for you to react, treating him to a giggle, a middle finger or a cutting response. You'd also never witnessed him spark off due to someone's interaction with you. Finn had mentioned a week or so back that John had a shouting match with Thomas and in the moment, your name got thrown up in the conversation, resulting in John taking a swing at his big brother out of frustration. It was confusing. He was willing to start fights over you, punch his brother, yet when you two were alone he was uncomfortably quiet, studying you, lost in his thoughts. His silence only made your body long for him, his fingers tracing patterns in your inner thigh. You let out a small whimper into the crook of his neck, as he instinctively pressed a kiss to your shoulder.

The car pulled up outside the hotel, your pulse racing, the anticipation already threatening to make you give in completely to his wishes tonight. You waited as he turned up his collar against the rain, clambering out of the car to open your door, creatively arranging the coat to hover just above both your heads protecting you from the miserable weather. Although John had referred to the building as a hotel, you could instantly tell the manor was some aristocrat's third or fourth home, obviously being rented out or gifted to business partners for trips. It was an imposing grey stone building, exquisitely carved, although not a country estate, the house was just as large. Was John used to this? It hit you all of a sudden that you'd never set foot inside John's home. You'd heard from Ada that it was overrun with hoards of screaming children. She often joked with the children at the Shelby Institute that if they hung around long enough at John's, he'd assume they were one of his offspring. You'd only ever fucked him in a guest bed. The shame made your stomach churn.

You needed to remind yourself of this when your late night thoughts ran rampant. John could say what he liked, but he'd never actually allow you to get overly personal with him. Whatever confusing mess was winding around your skull regarding him was useless; it was best not to think about it. You went to him every time, yet he would've picked another lass tonight, it was just that you were there. He probably had a string of gorgeous women, older, more accomplished, more experienced, more elegant. He could tell you he missed you, but you could never take for granted that he told you this for any other reason than as a prelude to get you in bed with him. You were his gorgeous mess, but only for the night. It was best to remind yourself to care less than he did. It was the easiest solution in the long term; this way, the downfall would be less brutal.

"You alright, love?" He asked suddenly, breaking your train of thought.

"Sorry, I was thinking about work."

He lived around his brothers for long enough, he could smell bullshit. He decided to let it go. It was best to not push it tonight. Just keep it light hearted, easy, like it was always meant to be.

"If your boss keeps being a prick, you tell Ada. She'll sort him out."

"Don't I know it? He can barely open the door before she starts on about workplace ethics." You joked, earning a small smile instead of his usual bright chuckle. "John, what are we doing here?"

"Well I'm about to take you upstairs and sort you out, yeah? You gonna let me look after you?" He asked, stopping you in your tracks by turning you into him, grabbing your wrist.

"You know that isn't what I meant."

"I know. But can we leave it tonight? Can we just have fun?" He questioned, lips ghosting over yours, fixing you with an intense stare.

"It's fun anymore." Your voice cracked, the liquor in your system making it impossible to control your tone or your facial expressions. "It's fucking with my head, John."

"It's just.. fucking difficult. It's fucking difficult because of who we are." He replied firmly but dropped his makeshift coat shelter around your shoulders, freeing his hands to grab your face pulling it to his, the alcohol making him far needier than he usually appeared. "You, my beautiful Y/N, are a fucking losing game. It's not as easy for me, I can't just dance with a woman and get a leg over-"

"I never said you couldn't."

"I know, I.." He gestured vaguely, lifting one of his hands off your cheeks, and you can feel your head nodding in understanding. "You know, I thought I was going to manage it this time. That I wouldn't be a total fuck up, but then you and that lad-"

"Catch you getting jealous over me."

"Fuck off." He let go of you for a split second but you reeled him back in, resting your palms on the chest of his shirt, the soaked material sticking to his skin. You'd struck a nerve. You decided to push him further.

"I don't know what you're trying to do, Mr. Shelby, disappearing across the country for weeks then coming back and telling me you want me all to yourself?" You played with his collar, tugging his face to yours before pulling back at the last possible second, causing him to let out a frustrated groan, hands itching to feel you underneath them.

"Don't fucking wind me up," He snapped, the intensity between you rekindled momentarily.

"It's worked wonders in the past," You replied, barely able to finish your sentence before his mouth was on yours, his fingers tangling into your hair, kissing you properly. Although you'd kissed so many times prior, this one felt so genuine, as though unleashed from its restraints deep within John. You'd never kissed anyone in the rain before in the middle of the night, and it felt magical. You were shivering but hot all over, burning for John to do something, anything. You could feel his cock through his dress pants, hard against you, prompting you to moan into his mouth.

"Fuck’s sake, Y/N," John grunted into your ear, his hands grabbing at your arse. "You're fuckin’ killing me here. I need you, yeah?"

"Tell me how badly." You responded coyly, linking your arms around his neck, ignoring the late night drizzle.

"I'd rather show you. M’gonna take care of you tonight, make up for the month I've been gone."

"Who's saying I've not been taking care of myself?'

He bit his lip in frustration, trying to stop his mind running wild with the image of you in bed, fingers between your thighs, breasts moving as you arched your back, hips lifting off the mattress, moaning as you called his name -- his jaw clenched. "I know what you're doing. You coming up before you catch a chill?"

You shifted your weight away from him, as if considering your options. He knew your answer; you both knew in a few minutes you'd be upstairs practically tearing his shirt off, needing his skin against yours, begging for him. John pulled away from you, dragging you up the winding path to the front door of the manor, opening the door for you, arm wrapping around your waist. His lips met yours, then your collarbones and neck, prompting a breathy giggle and whine as you wound yourself back around him, craving the contact. The manor was plunged in darkness, staff somewhere in the gloom. Your arrival had definitely been noted, but as with everyone who worked for the Shelbys, they just left you to it. It was easier to not get involved, to keep their heads down and not mention the midnight trysts the brothers got up to.

John knew his path, he'd stayed here before. Even in the dark you could tell the house was decorated to spare no expense, the gaudy paintings and sculptures casting strange shadows. He led you up the grand flight of stairs, then another.

"Worse than Thomas' estate, this place." You murmured quietly, unsure of other guests within earshot.

"I could never live like this. I'd never see my brood again. Getting them ready for bed would be one hell of a nightmare." He whispered back, halting your stride by pulling your hips to his, unable to wait any longer.

"John, what if we get caught?" You asked, pressing your hand against his chest with your palm flat.

"Never bothered you before. Thought you liked the fact that anyone could just walk in and see what a pretty little mess you’ve made for me."

You couldn’t help yourself from pressing an affectionate kiss to his mouth, letting him lay you down and pin you to the stairs, the luxuriously thick carpets scraping into your flesh. He cursed under his breath at the sight of you underneath him, pushing your dress up your thighs, lifting your legs to wrap around his neck, pressing a kiss to your flimsy underwear, glancing up to drink you in. The most beautiful woman in his city, begging for him, figure swamped by his coat, rain soaked and shivering, his mouth between her thighs. He ran his tongue slowly across your clothed core, your pleading moans music to his ears, loving how your thighs tightened around his neck. His tongue traced circles over your clit and labia, the friction generated by the lace of your panties pushing you further, your hands knotting into his hair, spine arching against his mouth.

"No one been looking after you while I was gone. eh?" He asked, pressing kisses to your inner thigh, tugging your panties to the side. "What about your dancing pal?"

"Fuck’s sake, I barely know him, John." You snapped back, teetering on the edge between lust and frustration from his relentless teasing.

"Keep it that way. You don't need ‘im, lass, not while I'm about." He replies before lapping at your slit, interpreting your moans as approval as your head slumped back and you released a low groan. "Y/N, watch me, yeah?"

You pull yourself weakly upwards, propping yourself up in your elbows to be able to look down the staircase at John between your legs in the dark. The view was thrilling, moonlight shining in through the rain on the window, illuminating his face, hair messy and tongue flickering across your clit while he stared up at you, his eyes darkened with lust. You couldn't help but pant, knowing you'd be returning to this moment alone at night, when it was your fingers instead of John's tongue pushing you towards the edge.

"So fuckin' wet and ready for me, aren’t you?" He crooned, sliding his fingers into you, sucking at your clit between flicks of his tongue.

You couldn’t find the words to respond, whimpers leaving your mouth instead, your hips lifting beneath his palms, chest heaving.

"Go on, use your words, clever lass."

"John, fuck.. don't stop," You manage to string together, thoughts too muddled by alcohol and arousal to play hard to get any longer.

"I won't ‘til you cum in my mouth. Need to taste you again, beautiful."

Your head jerked back suddenly as John curled his fingers inside you, pushing up against the spot that made you lose your mind, his name falling from your lips like a prayer, all he could hear except from his blood rushing in his head. Your desperate cries for relief caused his cock to strain against his dress pants, fighting the urge to sort himself out, needing to finish you off. John needed to prove that he could fuck you better than anyone else. He knew he was pushing you to the edge, but he wasn't going to deny you your orgasm. He wanted to make a point with this. His fingers worked faster, his mouth hungry for you, lips moving against your core at a harsh pace.

You groaned loudly, hips bucking involuntarily just to be forced back against the carpet of the staircase. Your breaths grew heavier, warning him how close you were to your peak. John refused to let up, pushing you closer every second, lips latched to your core firmly, lapping up the wetness he'd produced.

"I want to watch you finish." He commanded, you completely at his will now that you'd lost control, lifting your head upwards with the little strength you had left to be able to stare down at his dilated blue eyes. "Good girl. You gonna show me how good I make you feel? You gonna cum for me, doll?"

You couldn't respond, unable to keep your eyes from rolling backwards as you felt yourself suddenly release, John’s name escaping from between your lips, legs shuddering around his neck. He let you ride it out on his tongue, tasting you desperately, watching your expression slowly relax.

Finally, he pulled away from your cunt, unwrapping your legs from his neck. He grabbed your wrist, not letting you retrieve your panties, stuffing them into his trouser pocket. He returned his attention to tracing your slit with the index finger and thumb of his other hand, as he pressed a long kiss to your lips.

"I love how you taste," He murmured against your lips, causing you to flush slightly. John noticed, pressing kisses to your jawbone. "Don't get shy on me now. I've barely started with you. Not even got you to the suite and you've already cum."

He looked so proud of himself, it suddenly clicked for you. He was trying to prove himself to you, for some unknown reason. You know he was protective and quite obviously jealous tonight, but you couldn't believe that John Shelby felt the need to prove that he knew what he was doing, as though you weren't aware. You weren't trekking to his office for mediocre sex. Tonight he let you finish first, no teasing, no denial, no fucking about. Just putting his ability fully on show, so when your mind went drifting it'd go back to him, not some young lad who barely knew what he was doing. His cocky attitude and smug acceptance of his sexual prowess would've been off-putting if it was anyone else, but John, but with his bright smile and constant humour, pulled it off. It was enticing, making your core pool with wetness when he crossed your mind.

"A month is far too long, Mr. Shelby."

"I know, you're practically drooling over me." He teased. He seems a lot more himself than before. He’d been too caught up in his head, too focused on getting you off to enjoy the flirting and teasing. John loved how light-hearted he could be with you. Despite the mess you were both in, it was making you laugh or roll your eyes that soothed his mind. Honestly, if it was just sex he'd have cut you off instantly; he wouldn't have even gone there out of loyalty to Ada. Admittedly, it was your company and presence that had him absolutely on his knees for you, the way he felt understood, less alone in his brother's bullshit, less trapped by his criminal career because you understood. You always had a cutting line, a bright smile just for him, an eye roll at his brothers' daft plans, a choice curse word for Thomas. He didn't even want to consider what would happen after the night ended. He stood, pressing another kiss to your lips as he helped you to your feet, fixing his coat which hung off your shoulders.

"You ready for rounds two through to six?"

"John, you know you won't get through three with me."

"You’re right, you're just too pretty when you’re riding my cock." He teased, the vulgar material of his jibe earning him a joking shove before you curl into his side, letting him escort you up the stairs to the nearest bedroom. He quickly shut the door behind you, scooping you up in his arms, causing you to let out a laugh as he practically tossed you onto the king sized bed, eyes shining with adoration as he looked down at you grinning back up at him.

“You’re something else, John Shelby.”

Headcanon: Izuku is into DIY.

Hot Take: Izuku would create a long furby. He has a collection of various eldritch creepy long furbies. Katsuki absolutely refuses to go into his room because of them. He would've exploded them by now but that would make Izuku cry.

Other CursedTM Things that Izuku does that makes Katsuki die inside and that Katsuki tries to hide from the rest of Class 1-A:

He's a part of the Vulture Culture community and collects roadkill and dead animals to turn into bones.

He has a collection of shitty All Might hawaiian shirts.

He has a collection of stuffed animals. They all have names ripped from Lovecraft such as "Yawgsathoth" and "Mother of Pus"

He writes fanfiction of the heroes.

He has a giant worm on a string plush, and his room is also decorated with Worms on Strings (you have no idea how much Katsuki had to bribe him not to add worms on strings to his uniform blazer)

He does have a plague doctor mask and will regularly just go out in a cloak and his mask

He cosplays exclusively female heroes, and crossdresses the worst dresses

He basically does art makeup, on his face and the face of Katsuki

"Hey what are you reading?" "Oh, this book on how to cook frogs."

He will eat anything. Including stuff that is on the ground. He has an iron stomach.

The actual reason Izuku hangs up All Might everywhere (it used to be a mix of all heroes) is because once in middle school Katsuki accused him of being straight, so he put him up everywhere and continued the habit, Katsuki hates his room now

- Goblin Anon (otherwise known as Goblin anon projects everything she does or wants to do onto her fav)

HI GOBLIN!!! GENUINELY SCREAMED AT THIS AU BECAUSE WTF

even i would not want to enter the beloved’s (izuku’s) room because of his shit.

i’ve searched up long furbys and i am, simply put, traumatized. i had a collection of furbys when i was a kid but we had to give them away because there’s too much of them. but long furbys? i am very much scared.

there’d be a picture of a long furby under the cut, and i’m genuinely terrified of the fucker.

also, can i just say that izuku writing fanfictions is the least cursed thing that he does? because like, reading the rest is like looking at that picture where you can’t decipher a single thing because, again, wtf izuku.

but they’re also funnier? creepier? because i can genuinely see izuku doing those dhekdoowks

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this shit would probably be snaking around the frames of izuku’s door. or he probably has one at the corner of his wall, the one that meets with the ceiling, and when a visitor looks up, they’re greeted by the sight of this centipede looking furby that has additional four eyes that izuku lovingly and carefully sewn on. it’s so nightmarish :’)

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the vulture culture part started when they were young. his interest started when he saw a documentary on how to pin butterflies and he was like, “you know what? thats actually something i want to do!” but! BUT!! he cannot catch a butterfly, thus he settled for mounting dragonflies which he collected in the nearby stream (where katsuki fell).

fun fact about mounting dragonflies: they lose colours when they’re dead. you can use acetone to not only help preserve its colours, but also to stop its decay. they decay so quickly, it’s terrible.

anyways, izuku does not know that and instead followed a youtube video of how to mount dragonflies, using an old picture frame as the case.

inko comes home, sees his son doing his stuff and is just happy that izuku’s not rewatching that loud all might video. she helps him pin the other wings and they are fascinated at how pretty they look. well, the next day, the wings are now transparent and the belly side of the dragonflies are black. it also stinks so they had to throw the whole thing plus the case.

izuku’s fascination grows from there.

a failed experiment, after all, instigates the desire to right them.

so that’s where he starts: butterflies, moths, beetles, another dragonfly case.

katsuki is fascinated and disgusted because, “why would you want dead insects in your room, deku?”

the rest began when the bakugou’s and the midoriya’s have road trips. inko doesn’t have a car so the bakugou’s drive along with them, and it’s a good day. the kids are having fun and getting along, and the parents are chilling and enjoying their vacation. life is good.

then on their drive home, izuku, who is sitting sandwiched between katsuki and inko, lets out this blood-curdling scream. it wakes katsuki up and almost had masaru swerving the car out of the highway.

“maru-san (because my boy izuku cannot say masaru) can you please stop the car! i wanna get that!” he screams, pointing at something indecipherable by the side of the roads.

masaru does anyways because it’s so rare for izuku to request something, but also his heart’s still pumping so fast after izuku’s scream.

masaru wasn’t even done stopping the engine when the car doors are opening, and katsuki and izuku are tumbling out, hand-in-hand. masaru and inko follow them closely, while mitsuki stayed to watch over the car.

katsuki’s excited for an adventure, but then izuku just. stops them. in front of a skull.

masaru chokes from behind them and katsuki lets go of izuku’s hand so fast, running back to his dad because, again, “deku what the shit?”

izuku ignores him and gestures at the deer skull, one that has moss growing by the teeth and around the jaw, turning to inko to ask, “mama? can we bring that home?”

masaru feels very faint, but doesn’t say anything when inko easily agrees, laughing at her boy and patting his untameable hair as if your child asking you for a carcass’s skull is normal.

inko picks it up and they go back to the car. mitsuki does a double-take on what inko’s holding, but shushes up when she saw izuku bouncing happily. katsuki hesitantly sits beside izuku, but when izuku began yammering about all might, he forgets about the skull and nerds out with izuku.

inko explains to mitsuki and masaru about her son’s newfound interest, telling them that it’d go away in two years, don’t worry.

it didn’t. instead, his interest and his collection grew. so for his subsequent birthdays, along with hero merch, he has vulture culture collections gifted to him.

when he moved to the dorms, they’re more packaged than his hero merch and katsuki wants to get angry because he’s been looking for those limited hero merch and yet there they are, chilling beside izuku’s many many skulls and bones.

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IZUKU STARTED COLLECTING THE ALL MIGHT HAWAIIAN SHIRTS WHEN HE WAS TWELVE

he ransacked for the very first edition, often saving his allowance just so he can buy the retro versions of the all might hawaiian shirts. sometimes he’d barter, but that’s only when he’s really desperate for the shirts. usually he’d just be in an auction site and buy just those.

he’d take katsuki with him and katsuki is very careful in what to buy, often researching the things and having a very long pros and cons list to narrow down what he’d buy, then his best bud izuku just out there buying all might hawaiian shirts.

funniest thing too is that those are the first to go because they? don’t value much? and they’re ugly, tbh, and yet izuku’s slurping them all up.

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the first time class 1a were talking about plushies, izuku dropped the names and they’re confused because-

“bro did you name your plushies with lovecraft names?” OR “bro? do you perhaps have personalized lovecraft toys?”

it’s the earlier one but izuku would want to buy personalized lovecraft monster toys.

ok but? he names them as per the appropriate lovecraft characters? like:

a purple octopus plushie is called azathoth.

a green gecko plushie is called bokrug.

a fish plushie (literally nemo) is called dagon instead of nemo.

a pink jellyfish plushie is mother of pus.

he has other plushies that have normal names (well, as normal as naming a plushie “cheese grater”), but he has a collection of specific plushies that align with lovecraft beings.

he writes all might x reader fanfictions, i’m sorry ;v;

he only writes them because he doesn’t want other heroes with all might, but also the reader pairing gets more views than all might with other heroes.

katsuki caught him writing a slowburn, enemies to lovers all might x reader fanfic and proceeded to proofread it for him.

synopsis of the fanfiction: reader is a villain with a sound quirk (tailored to present mic’s quirk) and all might met them in a hero gala where the reader pretended to be a worker so that they could infiltrate the gala’s holder’s office for a specific banking access that is linked to the world’s bank. all might manages to sniff them out and proceeds to fight them, but when a beam is about to hit the reader, all might swoops in and saves them. cue the reader developing unwanted feelings for their greatest foe, all might.

aND THEN!!! all might knows the reader outside of their villain persona and is actually very much taken by them. so it’s a painful surprise that the reader is a villain. but he is willing to save them.

it is still incomplete despite having 102 chapters. by chapter 78, katsuki asked for payment because shit was too long and too angsty.

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HEISOSL IZUKU HAS A WORM ON A STRING DOOR CURTAIN

he genuinely likes them but creating the door curtain kind of extinguished that interest because that’s just too much worms and too much strings for a single curtain, and it was very much tiring.

he has a tiny one stitched on his blazer and inko heaved this really big sigh when she saw that her son’s crisp UA uniform got a worm by the chest pocket.

aizawa eyed it once and was so close to expelling izuku just because of that.

shouto, when they became friends, sends a box of them to izuku because he thought that those are izuku’s favourite. katsuki had not stopped cackling when he saw the huge box of them.

to punish katsuki, he made a furby with worm hair and left it by katsuki’s door. katsuki’s scream woke everyone up.

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the moment he walked out with a plague mask, tokoyami was exiting his dorm room too and they made a long eye contact.

tokoyami does not know if he is amazed by izuku’s plague mask or he is terrified because why does it look authentic.

for halloween, he was a plague doctor.

he stowed them away after saving eri.

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his first women hero cosplay was in third grade when they had a play about different heroes. the girl who was playing ragdoll got sick and everyone’s already strapped in as their hero and unwilling to change. izuku, himself, is present mic (katsuki’s all might).

the girls don’t want to give up their heroes and izuku, the bestest boy, goes and says he will become ragdoll.

their teacher agrees and helps him strap in as ragdoll and you know what, izuku loves it.

from then on, he tries to cosplay as much women heroes that he can afford. inko loves helping him and katsuki thinks he is adorable but! dont tell deku!!!

OK BUT he wore the dress that broke the internet once and katsuki almost exploded the dress off him. almost because izuku dodged and warned him that if he ever breaks that dress, katsuki will have to pay (either monetary or revenge, katsuki doesn’t know so he behaved).

FOR HALLOWEEN, HE WORE THIS AND KATSUKI HATES IT

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izuku painting star freckles on his face!!!! or heart freckles!!!! or flowers!!!!

izuku in fairy makeup, pleaseee!

he also loves giving katsuki his own freckles because something about blonde hair and red eyes with pale cheeks kissed by freckles is making izuku gay panic.

izuku putting concealer on his own freckles once and his classmates are looking at him weirdly, wondering why he looks off?

like he still looks amazing, but something’s missing. it’s fucking them up and katsuki isn’t helping them so they’re trying to piece what’s up.

it takes monoma sneering at izuku and asking where his eight freckles are that 1a realizes why he looks different.

ok but denki asking monoma why he knows how much freckles izuku has and monoma spluttering, bright red and embarrassed, until he just walks away.

(answer: he’s crushing on green bean).

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IZUKU HAVING A COLLECTION OF LIKE ARCHAIC? BREWING? STUFF? BOOKS.

i dont know how to explain it but my friend has this specific book about poisons, detailing recipes and ingredients.

it also talks about the use of frogs, lizards, snakes. the benefits of different flowers (ones with toxins) and how to use them during tea time.

it’s bizarre but the book looks pretty so i think izuku would have a handful of those in his room.

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izuku eating grass? flowers? trying dandelions and complaining that it’s furry

izuku wandering what a twig tastes like so he just sucks on it like a lollipop.

inko gave up on stopping him because her son would just eat anything but his broccolis, and she’s very much tired of thinking if izuku would have an upset stomach. he never had.

first time mitsuki saw izuku do that, she forced him to drink cola and eat candy to cleanse his palette.

katsuki goads him on eating more.

izuku’s favourite is chewing on maple leaves. he’s just a weird boy.

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OK BUT THE FINAL ONE ABOUT HIS ALL MIGHT POSTERS?? I HAVENT STOPPED LAUGHINGF

izuku wanting more all might figurines than posters. he only has some chemistry stuff (periodic table) on his wall, a little tapestry that matches inko’s, a canvas of monet’s water lilies (again, matching inko), and some cosmic facts that he bought online.

and yk katsuki sees those and thinks that it’s so weird that izuku has those posters but not all might?

his first thought was, “he doesn’t like all might as much as i do.”

the following one is, “he’s straight so he doesn’t want a guy’s face on his wall.”

katsuki’s mouth so happens to say the second one and the next week he visited izuku’s room again, each surface of the wall that is not taken by pinned insects and his frog-book stuff, plus his other existing non-hero posters, is covered in just all might posters.

he belatedly realizes that his own face is also on izuku’s wall, but that’s for later musings because for now he’s jealous that izuku managed to scourge the limited all might posters, but also is disgusted a bit because that’s too much all might.

katsuki walks out before his interest in all might plummets.

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ps to my beloved: ﹤୨♡୧﹥

GOBLIN I LOVE YOUR AUS ALL THE TIME AND IM SORRY FOR RESPONDING SO LATE! YOU ALWAYS MAKE ME SMILE AND I LOVE U!!!! you’re genuinely so precious pls dont stop your ramblings!!!!