#Zero tries to keep X out of the fighting because as he states at the end of Z1 He's so tired of it

[fell-maverick]

X gets revived despite everything AU

Gotta come up with an alias for X so it's not weird that, you know, the guy everyone thought was trying to kill them is just strolling around base.

But maybe they should have actually thought of an alias before introducing X in front of everyone.

[donaweasley]

Everything is Fair in Love and War

Pairing: George Weasley x Fem!Reader

Plot:

You had met the twins at Hogwarts; you’re a year junior to them. Although you are best friends with both of them, you cannot help your heart’s inclination towards the younger one. During one of your stays at the Burrow, some feelings threaten to spill out but…will they?

Warnings: None, really. Just some high school mischief and fluff.

Read time: ~11 mins

Note: I've assumed that the reader is 14 years of age here but you're free to put in any number you like! And you can put the reader in any house you wish to!

Next Chapter: A Walk in the Dark

The three of them - Fred, George and (Y/N) - were hanging out in the twins' room. Ron and Ginny were confined to the kitchen by their mother, courtesy of the fight they had earlier in the morning.

"Freeedd!" Mrs. Weasley's sharp voice shot through the house.

Fred groaned while the other two chuckled, knowing very well that he was only one step away from being pushed into a chore.

"What is it, mum?" He asked in an almost equally loud voice.

"Come down here, I need you to put these dishes on the shelves."

"But Ron and Gin are already there!"

"They already have enough to do. Just get down before I shout myself sore."

"I'm keeping (Y/N) company! She's our guest."

"One of you would be enough to keep her company for a while. Now get down here before I confiscate your broom!"

The last three words finally urged Fred to move towards the door. George and (Y/N) sniggered only to receive a death glare from him before he wearily walked out.

"See, told you I'm mum's favourite twin", George smirked, and plopped down on the vacant space that Fred had left beside her.

"Ha ha ha. Yes, I can see that everyday."

"Do I smell sarcasm?"

"Do you?" She sniffed the air. "I don't know. Maybe."

"Huh! Whatever you say, darling, I know I'm the favourite one. And not just for mum." With the last word he leaned in slightly, and playfully kicked her leg while giving a smug look.

(Y/N) felt her cheeks warm up because no matter how much she denied, he was right. He was definitely her favourite twin, too. But the questions that clouded her mind were, "Does he know that I have a crush on him? Shit!! How? Am I that obvious?"

If he knew, there would have been nothing more embarrassing and painful to be teased by both brothers only to eventually face rejection.

No. Not happening!

She mustered her courage, gathered all her emotions that were scattered around George Weasley, and decided to play cool.

To push her rising discomfort away, she kicked him back. Lightly.

"In your dreams, Weasley!" (Y/N) tried to sound vain but facepalmed herself mentally when the words sounded pretty shy.

Idiot me!

George simply laughed and kicked her again. This went on to and fro for a while until he accidentally hit a little hard.

"Aah!" She shouted and tried to kick him harder but George had much quicker reflexes than she’d probably ever have. (Y/N) immediately found her legs wrapped in his, unable to move them at all.

"Leave me, Weasley!"

He simply laughed at his friend’s miserable state. Now, George has this infectious laugh that always left its effects on her.

And soon, through an avalanche of laughs cascading from both of them, she was hitting his arms and back.

There were rare, almost zero incidents, when (Y/N) had actually won a fight with either of the twins. The only way she could win was emotionally. Sometimes. Their tall and strong frames effortlessly dominated her on any given day.

And the same happened again.

She was already partially imprisoned by George. The remaining of her limbs were soon held tightly in his hand. In one hand.

Oh! Why am I so tiny before them!!

She tried to jerk herself free but in vain. Obviously.

"George!! Let go of me!"

"You should've thought before you started hitting me."

"I didn't start! You did! You kicked me first."

He made a face as though he received the biggest shock of his life.

"What?? That was just...just...a touch! I'm sure you barely felt it!"

"No, it was not! Now", She was grunting by then, trying to free herself, although she would never confess that she was rather enjoying it thoroughly, "leave me, buffoon!"

"I'd expect some respect, missy!"

"Okay, how about", she pretended to think, "baboon? You have the exact same kind of limbs. And face, too!"

"What? Are you blind? You call this handsome and charming man a baboon?"

"Hah! You are very delusional, I must say then!"

"M not! You're mental, I must say then."

"George", She drawled out his name, "you're so taallllll! Look at me. I'm so tinyyyy! Let me goooo." She tried to make puppy eyes and pout.

He sighed. "Alright. Say 'please'."

The girl pursed her lips and looked away. That, she wasn't going to say.

"I didn't hear anything yet!"

"Fine then. I won't say it. Keep me holding all day long. Your mum will come to my rescue", she shrugged.

"Okay!" And he wrapped his arms around her tightly, and started tickling.

"Not fair!" She squirmed and shouted, trying desperately to free herself but failing.

"Y’know it: everything's fair in love and war", he panted as he tried to keep a tight hold on his prey and continue his torture.

"Oh! So, we’re at war, are we?" (Y/N) was laughing like a maniac by then. Her cheeks and tummy were hurting.

"No, darling! I’m in love with yo-"

He almost mumbled the last few words. The most important words, at least to (Y/N). And then he stopped abruptly. Both in words and actions.

Her head shot up to face him.

What the hell was that? What did he just say? Did he mean it?

(Y/N)’s thoughts were screaming and running wild inside her head. She could feel her ears burn.

Thankfully, she wasn't the only one who went red in the face. George's face was as red as hers was.

They sat frozen, with her still locked in his grip.

"I... I...", George tried to say something. She wanted to hear something. That thing. But all they could do was stare into each other's eyes.

"Is this the moment then?" she thought. "Will he... Shall I... Does he..."

But alas! Before any of her wishes could come true, George snapped out his trance. He quickly released her from his grip, and looked at the floor, thus snapping her out of her trance as well. Suddenly they both found the floor pretty interesting.

There was an awkward silence looming in the room. (Y/N) felt thrilled, disappointed, hopeful, shy - all at the same time. It was like her mind was having an emotional indigestion.

Shoving all thoughts behind into the closet of her mind, she turned towards him.

"Let's go dow-", they both said together. Thankfully, the laughter that followed, although a nervous one, chased the heavy and uncomfortable silence away, making the air easy and breathable again. But the hint of pink that had settled on their cheeks wasn’t going anywhere easily.

He got up and offered her his hand. "Downstairs", he smiled.

"Downstairs", she agreed and took his hand.

---

Meanwhile, in the kitchen...

"Aah!"

"Leave me, Weasley!"

"You should've thought before you started hitting me."

"I didn't start! You did! You kicked me first."

"What?? That was just..."

Fred looked at his mother with an exaggeratedly helpless face, "See, mum. This is exactly why I didn't want to leave them alone. One of them is going to get hurt."

"Okay, how about...baboon?"

Molly sighed and shook her head while Ron and Ginny exchanged funny glances.

"Oh! So, we’re at war, are we?"

"No, darling! ..."

And then there was silence. An abrupt silence. All of them paused their work and looked up towards the twins' room.

"D'you think one of them is dead?" Ron asked with wide eyes.

"Oh! Shut up, Ron! George must have hit (Y/N) and now he's regretting it", Ginny justified. "He's going to regret it so much!!" Her eyes lit up with the idea of her friend taking revenge on her brother.

"Did they finally kiss?" Fred quipped.

Three pairs of wide eyes shot towards Fred.

"Bloody hell!"

"Already?"

Molly simply gasped.

Fred threw his hands up in the air. "Just guessing!"

All the Weasley's could clearly see what (Y/N) and George could not: that they fancied each other. A lot. So, it wasn't the idea of them being together that shocked them but the thought that they could finally see through their friendship and acknowledge their feelings was what left them speechless.

The more the silence lingered the higher their curiosity peaked until they heard footsteps descending the stairs.

All eyes were fixed on the stairs, waiting to find an answer and cool down the questions that were bubbling in the pits of their stomachs.

---

George and (Y/N) made their way downstairs rather quietly, hand-in-hand though. Holding hands was perfectly normal for them but the silence was unusual, unless they were on to some mischief. And it felt pretty weird. The unspoken tension between the two was still hanging in the air, and her stomach churned at the thought of the possibilities that might be going on in George's mind.

As they reached the final flight of stairs, (Y/N) realised that the rest of the family were staring up at them as though they were anticipating a dinosaur to descend into the living room. George, too, had evidently noticed it because he stopped in his tracks, trying to gauge the situation.

"You all okay?" He asked with furrowed brows.

(Y/N) was sure she noticed Molly's eyes flick between their faces and their interlocked hands. But before she could even think "why", she was knocked off her feet.

"Did you two kiss?" Ron blurted out.

"What??" They shouted in unison.

As if the existing tension wasn't enough, it felt like thunder had exploded between them, exactly where George and (Y/N) were standing. With a jolt, they released each other's hands and stepped away as much as the staircase would allow them to. The pink on their cheeks turned to deep red, and she found herself at an utter loss of words.

What a ridiculous question!! In front of Molly? In front of Molly?? In front of George? What would he be thinking? What if he's so embarrassed that he never speaks to me again? 

Wait! Why did Ron say so in the first place?

Her train of thoughts got interrupted by a flustered George shouting at his little brother, "Have you gone bonkers?? Why the hell would you say so?"

"So, you did not?" Fred sounded sceptical.

(Y/N) stepped forward boldly, "Of course, not! Why are you all looking at us like this?" In contrast to her bold step, her words came out in a squeak.

"Oh! Nothing!" Molly looked as though she had suddenly returned to Earth. With a wave of her hand, she dismissed the whole situation. "Carry on", she said, and went out of the house casually as if nothing that had happened was out of place.

George and his partner-in-crime, both utterly baffled, looked at each other, trying to make out what just happened. None of them had the slightest clue.

They went down the remaining steps very cautiously, as if the slightest action might trigger another weird question. All the siblings were pretending to work diligently but their faces gave away the knots in their minds. Gingerly, they made their way to Ron, knowing that he'd be a much softer target than either Ginny or Fred.

"Ronnie?" (Y/N) placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Yes, (Y/N)?" His voice was absolutely cool as though nothing odd had happened.

"D'you mind explaining?" George stood facing his brother.

"What?"

"Ron", George almost growled which startled us all.

"Okay! Okay!"

Through a rush of words, he explained their ideas and speculations, ultimately leaving both George and (Y/N) red-faced again.

When he had finished, Ron received a good smack on the back of his head, the action instantly reminding them of Snape.

"I didn't say anything! He did!" Ron shouted, pointing towards Fred.

"Uuuhhh...I was just... guessing?" Fred raised his hands in the air in surrender.

"It isn't funny", a red-faced George warned him.

"Noted!" His twin nodded enthusiastically.

The guest in the Burrow didn't know what to say. Or how to react. A part of her was hopping like a little girl because they thought that she and George were a thing. But George here was furious about the whole situation. Her heart dropped. She tried to look annoyed and faked a scoff but probably her eyes gave the disappointment away because she noticed Fred looking at her in a rather odd way.

Little did she know then that George was reflecting her thoughts. That he was pulled into the same whirlpool of conflicts that had messed up her mind.

They sat down at the table to lend a hand to Ron and Ginny while exchanging awkward looks and smiles with each other.

***

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[bemyawakening]

Hi again! I wanted to go ahead and try to send a request in, but I want to apologize in advance; I'm not really familiar with your writing before sending this, so if it's, like, outside of your wheelhouse or comfort zone or anything at all, that's totally okay! If you don't like this one, I can always try to think of another one for you! So I was wondering if you could do an angsty Soap x reader? I was thinking about maybe the reader was a part of their squad and was somehow captured and interrogated for information, like, how exactly Soap and even the rest of the group might react, how they might go about trying to rescue the reader and all of that.

JOHN “SOAP” MACTAVISH X GN!READER

hello, dearest! Thank you so much for your request! I'm actually shaken by the number of Soap fics on this platform - there are from zero to none! I hope you'll like my writing style. I hope I didn't disappoint! pls, forgive me

word count: 2233

warnings: blood, violence, curse words, guns, descriptive violence and gore

They called you Blaze. You were the easiest link in Task Force 141. At least that’s what your capturers thought about you. You were new in the Task Force and you didn’t have a huge frame or a skull mask that’d make others sleep uneasily. All you had to do now was to survive.

            With the bag over your face that had a stench of pure turd, you tried your best to control your breathing—it was fine. Best case scenario – they will put a bullet in your head and it will make things easier. Worst case scenario – they will torture you and you will speak up. You were trained to keep your mouth shut, but now with a gun wound to your shoulder and tied hands, going into the middle of nowhere – you couldn’t help but panic.

            But you could imagine the faces of your comrades. Of course, it was you who didn’t listen to the command your supervisor gave you and now you ended up here. Half sure, you thought that maybe they won’t even bother to save you – you disobeyed them and got yourself in trouble. This was on your consciousness, not on theirs.

            However, back at the base, there was pure chaos unleashed and you had no idea about it. The others tried to calm down the Sergeant who was pacing from corner to corner, grabbing his assault rifle, and getting ready to go.

            “Let’s think this through, Johnny. You’ll do far more damage than good getting out in this state,” the Lieutenant’s voice forced Soap to stop in his tracks and let himself breathe.

            Of course, you disobeyed his command. Of course, you always did exactly the opposite of what he said because you were so unhappy about him being your supervisor. He loathed that quality about you—always getting into a fight with him, constantly disagreeing, those side-glances, and he hasn’t done anything to you. Many times he told you that it wasn’t his choice to be your supervisor—why on Earth would he want this weight on his shoulders?

            You ended up in Task Force 141 under Laswell’s commands. You were an experienced soldier, but your expertise was the disposal of the explosives. Even he had to admit that you were a genius when it came to gadgets and anything that was making him feel nervous, but you didn’t listen to him. And where did it get you?

            “I can’t just stay here while—what are they going to do Blaze?” Soap was stressed and everyone in the room could feel it.

            “They won’t kill Blaze,” Captain stepped into the conversation. “They’ll want information. Ghost’s right – we need to think this through.”

            Soap didn’t want to think this through. He wanted to get out there and find you, blaze out his guns, get you back to safety. He wanted you to understand why it was important to listen to him, to trust him. He swears to God—he will have such a blast showing his point about why you had to listen to his orders.

            Placing the rifle on the table, he gripped the table rougher than before, feeling how the tension and the adrenaline were making him feel dizzy. “Fine,” he mumbled. “But we are leaving tonight. I won’t wait any longer.”

            “The kid has balls,” Price admitted, referring to you. “Been through worse.”

            In less than two hours, they were all gathered to leave. They knew the last place where you have been spotted and it didn’t take them long to catch on their trail. This mission was important—all of you were trying to prevent a massive terrorist attack. Getting the lead about an organisation, that displayed a huge hatred for one of the richest people in the world, Task Force 141 was instructed to destroy the organisation's base and take their leader into captivity.

            It was a shabby building where the tracks of the car ended and the guys were forced to get out a bit before that. There will be two entering streams: Soap will take the back, and Price and Gaz will take care of the front, at the same time searching for the leader. Ghost will find high ground and keep them all informed about incoming danger until they all will get inside. He was the best sniper of them all.

            They didn’t even have to exchange any words and they got into action. Soap quickly made his way through the forest, keeping a decent distance from the building, not wanting anyone to notice him. Stopping further away, he took binoculars out, noticing two men at the entrance, having a smoke. Won’t be hard to take care of them.

            Sneaking from behind all of the unused containers around this shattered place, he waited for his opportunity when one of the men turned around, coming behind one of them and covering his mouth and stabbing him through the jaw in an upwards motion. Dropping the dead body away from prying eyes, he moved to the corner of the building.

            The other man was holding a pistol in his hand but was too focused on taking the last drag from his cigarette to notice the way Soap moved behind him and pushed his body into the wall, the man falling down unconscious.

            “The entrance is clear, I’m moving inside,” he pressed on his radio, putting his both hands on his rifle.

            “Copy that. We’re entering through the front,” Captain’s voice made him nod to himself and without hesitation, he moved into that building.

            The Sergeant was careful with where he was stepping, aware of his surroundings—moving slowly on the shards of glass, junk and other unknown shit, he was making his way forwards until he heard you—

            Your scream alerted every single body cell inside of him—it was as if he just stepped into a pit of fire, the deepest circles of hell and all of the blood rushed away from him. All he could think about was you.

            The slow, but reassuring walking was over and he was rushing his way towards your scream. In the corner of his eye, he noticed a shadow and he didn’t hesitate before shooting twice, the shadow falling dead. Moving up the stairs, he almost slipped, but he grasped the concrete beside him, moving further.

            Another scream.

            Moving to the end of the hallway, he embraced himself before he kicked the door open. In the middle of the room, there was you, sitting on a chair in a pool of blood and as the two men beside you turned to him, their bloody knives glistering in a dimmed light, Soap didn’t hesitate. Precisely and skilfully, he killed those two men in about five seconds, not giving them a chance to notice his presence completely.

            Pushing the rifle over his shoulder, he rushed to you. Quickly, he moved around the chair, tying the ropes off your hands as you moved forward—barely conscious.

            “Blaze, are you with me?” His voice was stuck in his throat—too breathy, too rushed as he squatted, pushing your body in place so that you wouldn’t fall.

            His eyes were inspecting you—your fluttering eyelids announced that you were about to pass out and he noted the blood patch on your shoulder and your bloody thighs. Fuck, fuck, fuck…

            “I got Blaze. Barely conscious,” he spoke into his radio, before sneaking his arms beneath you, raising you.

            The sudden movement made you wince in pain, your head spinning. It was too cold, it felt like you were trapped somewhere small and the pulsating of your wounds was making you sick to the stomach. “Soap?” You managed to whisper, not strong enough to open your eyelids and make sure.

            Soap imagined that he will be able to yell at you, to demand for an explanation for your foolishness. He imagined that you will apologise and promise to comply from now on, but seeing your limp body on his hands made him break down.

            What if he would’ve been too late?

            “Copy that. Get to the car. We got the golden crown,” Captain’s voice announced and Soap rushed out of the building, praying that you would stay with him.

 —

            “He’s been there all night,” Ghost mumbled, watching Soap’s figure in the distance as he was crouched over the bed you were placed onto after the medic took care of you.

            “He feels responsible,” Price pointed out.

            “He’s in love,” Gaz spoke the truth.

            Ghost shifted in his seat, “Love doesn’t work on the battlefield. Things worse than that can happen.”

            “It’s up to them, Lieutenant. He knows all of it,” Price dropped his eyes to the Sergeant’s figure in the distance and averted his stare else.

            In the medic room, Soap was as if bound to that chair. Leaning back, hands crossed over his chest, he didn’t have a blink of sleep. Even if the medic reassured you that you’ll be fine, you just lost a lot of blood, and he couldn’t leave you alone.

            He wondered, what will you say when you will wake up? Will you be sorry for making him worry? What will he say? What could he say apart from knowing that if he will lose you—

            Your body shifted and a deep breath alerted him, but he didn’t move an inch. From afar he noticed the way you scrunched your nose in pain before opening your eyes, trying to sit up, but you were quickly frozen by the pain and you rested back down.

            Your eyes fell on him and he wanted to scream in despair.

            “Soap?” You croaked out, your throat dry. It felt as if you were on fire, bounded to this bed, afraid to move. And the look on your Sergeant’s face didn’t make you feel any better—you knew you messed up.

            He didn’t say a thing.

            “I’m—I’m sorry,” you whispered, closing your eyes. “I thought that I’ll be able to get him and I didn’t listen to you and I just—thank you for coming to get me.”

            He didn’t say anything. Why wasn’t he saying anything?

            You panicked, turning to him, “I completely understand your anger. I know you’ll want me off the team and I’ll be fine with the decision you make.”

            His eyes were making you feel like screaming, but he offered you only silence.

            “Soap—Jesus Christ! I know I messed up!” Your voice painfully raised as your body slightly moved up—it hurt, but you felt threatened by his presence. “Write me off the team, strip me of my rank, but please—just talk to me,” you were begging, eyes filling up with tears as you never realised how much you wanted for him to like you.

            And yet, you disappointed him.

            Soap didn’t find the words to tell you. He let all of your begging sink into him, thinking he will feel better, but in reality, he wasn’t as mad as you as he thought he will be. Yes, you went against him, but as he carried your limp body, he understood that he couldn’t lose you. He fell for you. Like an idiot.

            “I thought I lost you,” he whispered and you sucked in a breath.

            “You saved me.”

            There were tears in your eyes and the sight of them made him shift forwards, closer to you. “You’re the biggest nuisance I’ve had in my entire life, Blaze,” he admitted, voice breathy. Pushing his hand beside you, he softly crept his fingers on your exposed forearm, his breath hitching as he felt your skin—so soft. “You’ve never listened to my orders, never talked normally to me once and I…”

            You expected him to yell at you, but this close proximity and his words left you breathless: “And you?” You breathed out, in anticipation.

            Your eyes met. The worried glint in his eyes told you the whole story—he fell for you. Jesus, you fell for him from the first day you met him. His accent was the sweetest thing you have ever heard, the annoyed arch between his eyebrows when you were disobeying made you feel warm inside. You were trying to get his attention in the worst ways possible, like a fool, not realising how much pain you put him through.

            “And I couldn’t help, but think that I’d—get fuckin’ crazy if you would’ve died there,” he finished his sentence and your heart skipped a beat.

            “I’m sorry,” you whispered again, watching the way his fingers slowly moved up your forearm, leaving you a trail of shivers.

            “You’re an idiot.”

            “I’ll make it up to you,” you promised.

            His fingers wrapped around your wrist as you moved closer to him. Putting your hand on his cheek, you brushed your thumb on his prominent cheekbone, memorising every scar on his face. You didn’t have to tell him anything as if he read your mind as he leaned forward, your lips touching.

            He ruined you with that kiss. It was desperate, the worry of his was felt in the slight tremble of his lips and the messy rhythm you both created. There wasn’t an ounce of softness in that kiss—he almost lost you and he was going to savour your proximity to the fullest.

            You were everything to him and he knew the consequences of falling in love on a battlefield. Now, he had another reason to survive for. For you.

[leti666bigboss]

Hullo!

I've got a atsumu x sunshine!reader request where the reader gets insecure of being so positive because atsumu is grumpy and dismissing the reader. Angst to fuff!!

Thanks!

"Don’t."

featuring: miya atsumu x sunshine!gn!reader

genre: angst to fluff

warnings: none except i might have let some cuss words slide in

wc: 1,025

a/n: please excuse and tell me about any grammar mistakes. i apologize if atsumu is kinda ooc? the reader isn't very sunshine in this but i tried my best. also sorry if the scenario ended up abruptly i just ran out of inspiration but i still wanted to post this

You have been by Atsumu's side for quite some time now and out of all people he knows you best. Although he likes to keep a mysterious aura around him every so often, he's opened up to you a lot, so you're pretty much aware of how cold and tough he can be at times. But this? He's never been like this before.

"Ah? Dunno what got into him lately, his tosses are just getting worse and worse n' now he doesn't wanna talk to anyone" states Osamu. "Can I at least have a word with him?" 'his brother doesn't seem to be in a very good state either, so he's getting influenced by 'Tsumu's mood as well? I mean- well- obviously since they live in the same hous-' "You comin' or nah?"

As you enter your boyfriend's room your whole face lights up as if you just saw heaven standing in front of you. He's just sitting down, at his desk. Probably writing something, but he seems bored and unmotivated. You're the opposite of that, you're like a ball ful of happiness that just explodes from time to time and radiates positivity. That usually always comes in handy as it can lit up people's moods pretty fast, and that's always what you used whenever a close one was feeling down. So, with no second thought you just sprinted towards him with your arms opened: "HOW'RE YOU DOINGGGG MY ONE AND ONL-" "Don't". That was his only response? 'Don't?' Well, that was very much not like him. If he wasn't in the mood for affection by any means, he would just hug you with one arm and that's it. He's a pretty lazy person himself, so he doesn't bother with being overly-affectionate.

Back to reality, "`Don't"? That kinda shook you up, but not letting your emotions get affected by it... "Are you doing alright? Do you need anything? ANYTHING YOU NEED I HAV--" "Can you just shut up for a sec?" 'Well, damn that hurt..' you thought. But, without letting his words have too much of an impact on you, trying to keep your composure but with the same energy, on a much cooler yet optimistic-tone, you say "So, how have you been lately?" giving him a warm smile. His liveliness isn't on the same page as yours, though... "Good." 'Good? Well, it's great that he's fine, I mean that's exactly what I needed to know, he answered my questions, yet there's still something not clicking...' And there it was. Overthinking, overthinking and overthinking again. You always try to fight it- even so it haunts you. You've always been nothing but optimistic, trying to look at the bright side, even when there was a room with no light. Obviously that had always been facilitative, in spite of that, no living creature is a robot. You are human. You have feelings as well, and Atsumu seems to be forgetting that "detail" right now. At this point, all of these thoughts covered one minute, 60 seconds with zero dialogue, but full of tension and silence, but your boyfriend decides to break the ice: "What do you want, damn it?" the ice has been broken, yet at what cost if it's so cold? You're tired. And sick. From all of this positivity going to waste. You can't hold in your bottled up emotions no longer, so, you're just letting them out while having your mind blank and no shame: "What do I want from you? What do you mean what I want from you?" Your tone wasn't warm anymore. It was cold-hearted... and Atsumu could feel that. Suddenly, he is not-so-careless anymore, paying attention to everything, without saying nothing, astonished... "You've been so goddamn distant lately... I don't know what's gotten into you, but do something about it yourself! Since you can't accept my help. I'm tired from this NoN-cHaLaNt game or whatever it is that you're playing-" "It's not that!!!" "Then? And you're not the only once being influenced, just like an idea." "Listen, I don't know what happened, jus' everythin' started goin' downhill and suddenly I'm at a low point. I don' wanna bother anyone with my problems, so I'm staying alone, tryin' to solve 'em. D'you get me?"

Oh.

But was that seriously it? ""Tsumu. You wouldn't bother anybody if you talked about this. What's actually bothering me is that you're putting this barrier between us". You sat on his bed and patted the spot next to you, which he gladly took. Atsumu was looking straight down, trying to stop all kinds of intrusive thoughts from taking over his mind. Looking back at his actions and words, he realized that he was WAY too harsh, but time-travel is impossible, right? Instead of looking at the past and what he should have fixed, he decides to fix what should be fixed at the present moment. "[name]". "Yes, 'Tsumu?" 'What the hell? What do I even tell them? And since when have my own emotions become a problem to me?' "What's even--" Your words have been cut my him, enfolding in your arms out of nowhere. He didn't sob, cry or say anything either. It was just pure silence, you two have been sitting like this for like 5 minutes, you didn't mind it, though. 'Cause you'd rather have him like this than losing him completely.

After a hot minute, Atsumu finally spoke up; "I'm sorry". 'And I forgive you. Just- I don't know- Tell me when you're feeling down, you wouldn't be bothering me in the slightest way. And I'd love to help". "Yeah, okay. But sometimes you're being too clingy ya'know? Like cool it down...-" 'Ouch, that kinda hurt- but he's right'. "I'll try to'. As he said that, he literally embraced you even tighter in his arms; 'How ironic'- you thought. But you were getting used to that by now, he always says something and does the complete opposite- which is kinda funny, not gonna lie, although it's not always something to laugh or be happy about.

But, as of right now, you're just happy that you had fixed things with your beloved Atsumu.

[megamozartx]

Hear me out.

"Mozart you've never even played X7, just read discussions and summaries/scripts of it. Also everyone complains about X's characterization in that, you're not special for wanting to rewrite it."

No, no.

This is keeping X's irritation and dismissive attitude intact.

Hear me out.

X has been in a pretty bad place through the whole series, his state of mind and well-being slowly chipped away over time.

X1 he is forced to kill and watch people he cared for and his literal best friend die.

X2 he's alone, once again being forced to fight, desperately trying to save Zero. Depending on the scenario you get, whether it's fighting Zero or saving Zero and hearing Sigma insist to him that it's his "destiny" to fight with him, not against him, X is left with a disquieting question that continues to haunt him.

Will there come a time when he has to fight Zero to the death as well. Will there ever be a time when the fighting finally stops.

This is exacerbated in X3 when Doppler seems to have cured Maverickism, but that turns out to be a false hope. X wonders again if the fight will ever end. Another chip in his frame of mind.

X4 he's really confronted with the idea of anyone being able to become Maverick, as he's forced to kill because of misbegotten pride and desire for robot supremacy. He is unable to save anyone in the entire scenario as even General sacrifices himself to protect the Earth. Yes, he ultimately saves humanity and Reploidkind from Sigma again, but...

This is when he starts to think about what will happen if he becomes a Maverick, since anyone can.

So he asks Zero, his trusted friend, to promise him that if he becomes Maverick to "take care of him" (meaning kill him).

Zero avoids the question entirely, dismisses it, cuts off communication even as X continues to ask him to promise.

(Don't know why the wiki phrased it as "Zero sees he's serious and accepts this" lmao???)

Another chip away at his mind. Zero didn't promise him. X feels more isolated and unsupported than ever before.

X5 is a shitshow entirely where depending on the scenario, X fights Zero that's "awakened" to his true purpose, destroying him, or fights him in general. Before this, Zero accuses X of not trusting him when it comes to the virus and his vulnerability towards it when he showed concern and tried to help. Not a great feeling!

When Zero dies, X is left alone. Again. Just with Zero's saber (that he definitely does not start talking to like it is Zero, nope, he's fine, he's fine!)

Point is, even without getting into X6, X has been going through a lot of bad things for a long time and feeling alone and unsupported. That can wear on anybody no matter what. So by the time X7 rolls around, he's very disillusioned and seems to have been fighting with Zero a lot behind the scenes about things. It drives him crazy in particular that Zero continues to dismiss things instead of seriously speaking to him (because while Zero loses his temper, he can't genuinely become angry or confrontational with X without regretting it immediately and wanting to avoid the topic, so he shuts down the conversation instead of seriously continuing), it culminates into Zero saying the infamous "do as you please."

Another strike. X takes that seriously and says fine then, he'll retire.

When Axl comes along, explaining that even though he's part of Red Alert, he actually wants to join the Maverick Hunters and admires X and Zero very much...

X still is cold towards him, which isn't great, but it's for a different reason.

He sees how bright eyed and optimistic Axl is, he sees the admiration and knows it's genuine...

And thinks about all the Reploids in the past that he's had to execute.

"How long until we would have to execute him?" he thinks and objects to Axl being trained to join the Hunters, despite everyone else scolding him for saying so (and he thinks they're insane for wanting to recruit what's effectively a kid into the Hunters).

X leaves to be alone and think over things while Axl and Zero go on missions. He's still monitoring what they're doing, despite the gulf between himself and his partner, just to make sure they're safe, he can't help but worry.

X wanted to end the cycle of violence so much, it's just unfortunate that it seems even him retiring won't make it go away. Even him fighting with Zero won't make it go away. Even trying to push away Axl doesn't discourage him from wanting to be a Hunter and admiring them. He realizes, even though he never liked fighting, and he always hated having that expectation on him, things won't change if he just gives up.

Plus, keeping Zero in charge of Axl terrifies the hell out of him, so X rejoins them. He and Zero don't talk for a bit, which Axl notices and comments that it's weird to see that the famous Hunter duo just not supporting each other like always.

X takes a deep breath and doesn't air out the whole drama of the divorce to Axl and tells him not to worry about it. He and Zero will discuss all of that (argue about it) later (Signas mediates and bonks their heads together, telling them all the reasons they're both being stupid and need to cool down and communicate better; Zero stop dismissing X's concerns and avoiding conflict, X stop internalizing everything and being a martyr, etc). He still doesn't like the idea of Axl wanting to be a Hunter, but Axl insists he'll prove to X that he's serious about it.

The final struggle there will test how they work together as a team and while it won't perfectly wrap up (this has been going on for years for X, it's not all going to magically resolve in one game), it can lead into the X8 storyline where their bond as a team solidifies more into an actual friendship (and also X and Zero stop being divorced).

So you know that's just my idea about how I'd rewrite X7 without pushing aside X but also not just writing out Axl.

PS: Zero has a nightmare about X becoming a mindless killer, so it's not like he has a very great frame of mind himself going into all of this. Haha! He's been avoiding what he's deep down terrified of the entire time!

PPS: It's weird how Alia was coerced into killing Reploids that weren't Maverick but listed as Maverick and that's just kind of brought up once and then never again huh. Funny robot game!

[wtfsteveharrington]

vodka & watermelon chapstick / bf!steve harrington x fem!reader x robin buckley

contents: another party but this time robin gets jealous. mildly angsty? fight between reader x robin. mentions of anxiety, jealousy, a hint of possessiveness.  

as always: sexual interactions are purely between robin x reader & steve x reader. zero physical robin x steve interactions. 

robin x reader: getting caught kinda, fingering (robin receiving), nipple play, thigh grinding, strap on sex (robin receiving & reader wearing)

steve x reader: fingering (f receiving), marking, back scratching, unprotected sex, creampie

author’s note: part four... omg ♥ can’t believe it’s finally here & hopefully worth the wait! i fall more in love with this series each part and i’m so happy that y’all love them too :’) also not proof read because i wanted to get this out!! so bare with me!!

word count: almost 6k

part one | part two | part three  

“That skirt is literally so cute!” You hear the shrill voice coming from behind your shoulder and register it seconds before here’s a hand at the hem of your skirt. Fiona Whitley is inspecting the material, a little gasp of appreciation coming from the girl. You can’t help but giggle, giving a small shake of your hips while under her watchful eye. “Thank you! Believe it or not I got this on sale!”

It’s an innocent enough interaction - So you thought.

Yet Steve and Robin? Extremely unimpressed. They’re both watching the interaction with scrutiny. Robin’s hand has a death grip on Steve’s forearm while you give this random girl another twirl that leaves the two of you a giggling mess. 

Maybe it’s the way Fiona’s fingers were brushing along your thigh as you spin. Maybe, in your drunken state, throwing an arm around her shoulders while the two of you bop to the music and talk about clothes is what’s setting Robin off. It’s not that you aren’t allowed to talk to other people - It’s the way you manage to pull people in. Fiona instantly standing flush against your side, entranced by your energy. It’s been happening all night. If Steve didn’t have you pulled against his chest or Robin pulling your behind tight to her hips then someone was on you. 

Steve’s slightly concerned he might break under Robin’s tight grip. He knew she had been a little more anxious than normal these past few days, a detail you were left out of. Countless hours at Family Video clocked in while they just stood behind the desk and Robin unpacked her newest concern. Try as he might, it wasn’t something Steve could help with. 

He’s nodding his head at Robin as they communicate in silence before stepping over to cut in between you and Fiona. “Robin’s gotta pee.” You whine as he starts to pull you away, “But this is my song, Steve!” Which certainly doesn’t help the vibe between the three of you. “Yeah, well maybe we’ll listen to it again on the way home. For now? We’re going to the bathroom.” He’s dragging you back towards Robin who’s quick to step as close as she can. Restating her claim on you for anyone that would even entertain the idea of coming your way. 

Robin’s holding your hand so tight that it’s causing you to wince as she drags you through the crowd. As always Steve has a hand on your lower back, keeping a watchful eye on the crowd to ensure no one tries 

You’re being pulled through the bathroom door and Jesus it reeks. Empty plastic cups, beer cans scattered around. The floor is so sticky and you don’t even want to guess what the puddle in the bathtub is. “Mind explaining to me why we’re in here? Because there’s no way you’re going to pee in this filth. There’s no toilet paper even -” 

“What the fuck was that?” Robin catches your eye finally and she’s got so many conflicting emotions playing over her features. Hurt, anger, annoyance. You’re looking between Robin and Steve, trying to figure out what’s going on. Steve’s got his hands up while leaning back against the door. “Don’t look at me. Robin’s asking you the question.” 

You cock your head to the side and feel your body tensing up as your fight or flight response starts to kick in. “What the fuck was what, Robin?” She’s scoffing now, rubbing her hands over her face before throwing her arm back to gesture towards where the rest of the party was still going on. “That! Letting that Fiona girl practically finger you in front of everyone.” Your jaw drops. 

“Fingering me? She was looking at my skirt! Oh, I’m sorry should I get approval for every interaction I have with another woman? I’ll be sure to make sure they get your go ahead before someone talks to me next time.” Robin’s nervously patting her hands against her hips now as she begins to pace the cramped bathroom. “You don’t need my permission! I just think it’s super shitty for you to be flirting with another girl in front of me. That like hurts. A lot. If you’re trying to replace me with another girl then that’s fine. Just don’t do it four feet away when we literally spent an hour making out today alone! I let you do my makeup for tonight. All because I wanted to look pretty for you. And you go -... You just go around with her?”

There hasn’t been a single moment where you understood what was happening since you stepped into the bathroom. Now you’re more lost than ever. “Replace you? What are you -... Robin, what are you talking about?” She won’t stop pacing and it’s going to make you lose it. You wait until she’s back to your side of the bathroom, grabbing her hand to pull her body towards yours until you’re able to cup her face in both of your hands. “Focus on me. Why do you think I’m replacing you?” 

Tears are building up in Robin’s eyes, her own hands in tight fists at her side. She’s scared to touch you because she doesn’t trust herself to keep her composure if she does. “It’s just - I know we’ve never talked about this, yanno? Us. How I fit in with you and Steve. And if you want to try things with a new girl, I get it. But like, just tell me you don’t want me.” There it is. All of Robin’s anxieties this past week stemmed from not knowing where she stood in this relationship. Steve was sworn to secrecy by Robin not to bring it up to you but the answer that hung in the air was making him anxious. 

Your heart drops to your stomach. “Don’t want you?” The words feel wrong on your tongue. Robin? Not wanted? Her eyes on trained on the ceiling, desperately trying to blink back the tears burning her eyes. You try to keep your voice as gentle as possible while you slide your hand down from her face, wrapping your arms around her neck instead. “Look at me, Robin.” It takes a minute for Robin to decide she’s pulled herself together enough to look at you finally. The two of you stay silent for a moment.

“I don’t know what’s going either. At all. This started out as something fun and we -” You risk a glance at Steve who gives you a little shrug accompanied by a little smile. Truly the three of you didn’t know where this was supposed to go. Uncharted territory. “But I don’t want to replace you, Robin. Ever.” How do you convey so much emotion?

It doesn’t feel like enough but the only thing you can think to do is slowly lean in, flicking your gaze between Robin’s eyes and lips so she has the time to stop you if needed, before bringing your lips against hers. A gentle kiss. Neither of you move to deep it instead just allowing your lips to move together in an easy motion. Her hands come up to rest on your hips and you tight your arms around her neck until the two of you are flush together. “I’m sorry that I made you feel like this. Just know the time I spend with? With you and Steve? It’s truly been the best time of my life so far. Maybe I don’t do a good enough job conveying that to you. And that’s shitty of me.” 

She doesn’t say anything. Just giving a little sniffle before leaning in to give you another kiss. This one’s almost more timid, almost like at any moment you’re going to drop the final blow. You’re holding her as close as you can and your heart is breaking that you, in any context, caused Robin Buckley to feel like this. The girl who’s a never ending source of light and entertainment in your life is crying because she thinks you want to replace her. 

After a moment of staying pressed together, Steve’s stepping in closer to you two now, putting one of his hands on Robin’s shoulder while the other is cupping your forearm. “Why don’t we go back home, yeah? I think the party’s over.” The two of you nod, Robin rubbing her nose with the back of your hand and you scramble to find anything that can be used as a tissue in this disgusting bathroom. She’s chuckling at the sight of you panicking which you take as a good sign. “There’s napkins in Steve’s car, I’ll just use one of those.” 

Robin’s staring in the mirror, trying to fluff her hair and grimacing at the sight of her mascara stained cheeks. “God, I look literally insane now.” You’re stepping in, reaching up to attempt to wipe away the evidence of her tears. Robin’s eyes closing under your gentle touch. You take all of this as a good sign that maybe, just maybe things aren’t as broken as they felt for a few minutes.

There’s more to be said but you refuse to let the first time you tell Robin I love you to be in this room. 

The two of you hold hands as you exit the bathroom, Robin’s eyes trained on the ground as Steve guides the three of you towards the front door. Much like the first party there’s people who were watching to see the three of you stumbling out. You can only imagine what the Hawkin’s rumor mill looks like anymore. 

It’s a humid summer night but that doesn’t stop you from sitting in the backseat with Robin as Steve drives the three of you back to his house. You’re pulling Robin’s head into your lap, leaning against the car window and gently running your fingers through her hair while you all drive in silence. 

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There was something about Steve’s house that the three of you just gravitated towards. It was spacious, nicer than your place and Robin’s, and usually empty. Sometimes it made your heart hurt to think about just how quiet this place used to be for Steve before you and Robin came around. He doesn’t spend much time talking about his family. You’ve learned not to ask questions. 

The first few times you spent the night together? Awkward. Robin would reach out to grab you only to accidentally grab a handful of Steve. Steve would be tracing random shapes on your arm just to realize it was Robin he was touching instead. So many snarky fights broke out in the middle of the night that one time you slept on the couch.

They got their act together shortly after that. 

Which is how you end up spending most nights with Robin behind you and Steve in front of you. Robin likes feeling needed as big spoon, Steve likes feeling safe as little spoon. It works out. 

You’ve been dozing on and off for the past hour. There was a weird energy in the room, probably leftover from the party, that had kept you from fully passing out and it was starting to drive you crazy. You assumed it was only impacting you until you heard an annoyed sigh coming behind you from Robin. “Can’t sleep either?” 

She’s surprised you’re awake. Leaning in to press a kiss against your shoulder. “Hey, Honey. I didn’t wake you up, did I?” You shake your head, carefully untangling yourself from Steve before turning around to face her. You can see the tension in her frame and it makes your heart give this painful tug that she wouldn’t just wake you up instead of feeling like this in silence. “Not at all.” 

The two of you lay there for a moment. Your fingers are brushing along Robin’s arm and she closes her eyes to savor the small act of affection. “What’s going on with you, huh?” She’s giving you a soft sigh, squeezing her eyes tighter as she reaches out to drag your body closer into hers. “Don’t wanna talk about it, if that’s okay. Can we just-..” Her hand’s flat on your back, noses bumping together, “Just wanna kiss you for a bit.” 

As if you would ever say no. 

Her lips are warm on yours and you can still faintly taste the watermelon toothpaste all three of you share. Your other arm is making it’s way under her head, bending at the elbow so if you twist your wrist just right you’re still able to play with her hair while the two of you kiss. Robin’s tongue licking into your mouth while her grip on you tightens. She’s bringing her leg up, her soft thigh resting firming against your hips. It’s hard for you to not get swept up in Robin so quickly. Most of your innocent kisses get passionate whenever given the chance. Your hand that’s not under her neck is sliding down from her arm, cupping under her breast. There’s a broken off whimper coming from her as you drag your thumb across the hard bud of her nipple hidden only by the thin cotton of her tank top. 

This position allows you to bring your own thigh up and Robin’s gasping into your mouth as she feels you press up against her core. She was wearing these little boy shorts, a cliche but it was all the material you guys could bare to wear between the summer heat and the heat the three of you gave off. Robin’s tongue slides against your own at the same time she rocks herself down against your thigh. Both of you are trying hard to not become a moaning mess, not wanting to wake Steve up but quickly getting lost in each other. 

Robin’s needy. Grinding herself against you. You pull away to kiss a trail down her jaw, her neck, collarbone, settling only once your lips drag against her still covered nipples. “Gotta be quiet or I’ll stop, okay?” She’s nodding, digging her nails into your back while biting down on her own bottom lip. If there’s one thing Robin Buckley is not known for? It’s being quiet. 

You lick across the bud, leaving behind a small wet patch on her tank top. Robin’s hips are bucking against you at the new sensation and you can hear her holding back a moan the best she can. It’s an endearing sounds. You drag the edge of the material down with your teeth, exposing her hard nipple before wrapping your lips around it. 

The heat coming off of Robin against your thigh is all you can think about. As you flick your tongue over her nipple, your hand comes down and slides past her waistband before your fingers make quick work of finding her clit. Kissing quickly turning into so much. You hear Robin gasping above you while she grinds down against the combination of your thigh along with your middle and pointer finger pressed flat against her clit. 

There’s a groan coming from behind you as Steve stirs awake. Grumbling something like “The fuck’s going on?” Which, in his defense, you were pretty sure Robin had gotten quite loud. She’s gasping, trying to push you away and embarrassed that the two of you had gotten caught. “Nothing! Nothing’s going on!” It takes a moment for Steve to comprehend the scene next to him through the darkness of the room. 

It’s not until you pull back from Robin’s nipple, fingers still working her clit that he starts to piece it together. “We couldn’t sleep.” And Steve scoffs. Scoffs. “Well just because I’m sleeping doesn’t mean I don’t wanna be included, Assholes.” Turning his body around and assessing just where he can fit himself in.

You’re giggling at the interruption. Robin’s cheeks still have this pretty red blush across them and she’s covering her eyes with one hand. “Why’d you have to wake up, Steve!” He’s throwing his hands up in the air, his annoyance picking up. “You two are fucking literally inches away from me. How is it my fault?” 

“How are you two already bickering? Jesus.” It’s a fond annoyance but still an annoyance nonetheless. You’re gently pushing back against Robin’s back, both of them whining in protest as you start to drag yourself towards the bottom of the bed and standing up at the foot of it. Steve’s giving you a little, “But I just woke up!” while Robin matches that energy with, “I was gonna, you know, if you just gave me two more minutes! Not cool!” 

You hold a hand up to silence them, rolling your eyes as you navigate the room in the dark. “I wanna try something. Relax. Wasn’t gonna do it while Steve was asleep-,” You’re rustling around in his dresser drawers, making a triumphant sound as you pull out what you were after, “- But now that he’s awake.” Robin’s gasping as the strap on hands from your hand, watching as you try to untangle it. She’s sitting up now, eyes apprehensive. “You’re gonna... Use that on me? I mean, unless you’re wanting me to use it on you? Which like, of course I’m down but I just was really close and I don’t think I’ll be able to concentrate too well if I don’t cum before I use it. But if you need me now then we can make it work the best I can.” 

The toy is being tossed on the bed while you make quick work of your own shorts and top, dropping them to the floor. Both Robin and Steve putting all their attention on you as the can just make out the sight of you naked in the dark. “I’m gonna use it on you, Robin. If that’s okay.” 

Her jaw drops, eyes bouncing between you and the harness. “On me?” She’s licking her lips and processing the information while watching as you pick it back up and figure out how to step into the damn thing. “Yeah that’s... That’s totally fine.” They’re both watching you, taking in the change of energy. In all honesty, Steve’s still trying to figure out if he ever actually woke up or if this is all a part of some weird dream. 

You’re kneeling on the edge of the bed once the toy is around your waist, tightening the buckles while edging towards Robin. “Take off your clothes.” It’s almost giving her whiplash how quickly things changed from grinding on your thigh in silence to holy shit I’m going to get fucked by my girlfriend. But she does as she’s told, clumsily working out of her clothes and throwing them across the room. You grab a hold of her chin and the two of you meet in the middle as you connect in a kiss. Robin smiling into it as she leans into your touch before you give her a, “Lay down. Let me take care of you.”

Robin’s body bounces against the bed as she falls back, her bottom lip between her teeth as she tries to hide her grin. “You look pretty hot like this.” Which has you giggling, puffing your chest out while fanning a hand over the brightly toned strap on. “Please, please keep complimenting me. My ego loves it.” She’s giggling now while shuffling her hips closer to you, one of her knees on either side of your hips. “Here, lemmie get you ready.” 

Her hand goes between her own thighs and the sight before you almost makes you short circuit. Robin dragging two fingers between her folds, giving a little whimper as she teases her clit for a moment before bringing her fingers back down to collecting her wetness. Teasing the two of you all with one motion. “You look pretty like this, Robin.” Robin’s heart flutters at the compliment.

Your breath catches in your throat as you watch her reach out to wrap her hand around the dildo. The mixture of her raspy voice and the sound of the toy getting slick? Sinful. “Yeah, baby? I look pretty waiting for you to fuck me?” In that moment, nothing else in the world mattered except this girl. Don’t tell Steve. 

She’s guiding you towards her now, trying to bring her hips up to help you as a wave of nerves comes over your body. You grab her wrist and stop everything just as the head of the toy started to press against Robin’s core. As much as she wants to whine and complain about the loss it only takes one look up at your face all twisted in concentration to know exactly what’s happening. It wasn’t too long ago where the roles were reversed. “I don’t-... I uh, don’t exactly know what I’m doing. Bare with me, yeah?” 

Robin’s grinning up at you now, nodding her head and pulling her hands away from your body so you were fully in control. “You’re gonna do good, baby. We got nothing but time for you to figure it out.” You nod along to her words, sliding the toy up against Robin which she rewards with a drawn out moan. Silently thanking every star in the sky that Robin was so vocal because you needed the encouragement now. 

You start to push into her and the power you feel watching the toy sink down into Robin? It’s insane. You get why she wanted to do this to you in the first place. She’s arching her back up towards you, gripping down on the sheets and moaning out your name. Once again giving you as much praise as you could need. You bottom out the toy, stopping your motions and running your hands up from her thighs to her hips. “Feels good? Want me to keep going?” Robbin nods back against the bed, her hands moving from the sheets to grab at your forearms. “So fucking good. Please keep going.” 

Suddenly you’re so much more appreciative of when Robin’s behind the strap on because it’s actually difficult. Your movements are sharper than you want them to be, dragging the toy back before snapping your hips forward. She lays there, giving you these content little moans and hums that are the only thing keeping you from stopping completely. 

There’s a hand on your lower back accompanied by Steve’s lips on your shoulder. His other hand is on your hip, stilling your movements. “Try doing a rolling motion.” Steve’s kissing up your shoulder before settling on a spot on your neck, giving the skin there a light nip. The hand on your lower back gently nudges you forward before the hand on your hip just slightly twists, mimicking the motion. “Think about when I fuck you, Baby. Focus on finding that rhythm. You wanna do a good job for Robin, don’t you?” 

Your eyes close as the only thing you let yourself concentrate on Steve guiding your motions. It takes a moment but soon enough you’re getting the hang of it, hips moving on your own accord as Steve releases his hold on you. Robin’s giving you yet another encouraging moan, dragging her hands through her own hair as she absorbs the new sensations. You’ve started to build a steady pace much to everyone’s amusment. 

Steve’s hand is sliding between your thighs. It takes a moment to navigate the harness but soon you feel his fingers coming up against your core and he moans on your neck. “Feel how fuckin’ wet you are for us.” His hand’s coming up when you feel his fingers against your lips. “Taste yourself.” Your lips part without a second thought and you feel Steve’s cock twitch against your thigh as you make a show of sucking yourself off of his fingers. It’s another one of those rare moments where Robin can appreciate how good you look and how well you and Steve work together. 

His fingers pop out of your mouth and you turn your head to give him a sloppy kiss. Just a needy mess of your tongues sliding together and Steve moaning at the taste of yourself on your tongue. For a brief moment you’re proud of yourself for keeping up the rhythm of your hips even with the distraction. You pull away from Steve, focusing your attention back on Robin. She gives you this fucked out grin as you lean in to kiss her next. 

Robin’s arms wrap around your neck, and you just keep thinking to yourself to roll down into her. “Am I doing alright?” She wants to laugh because, in all honesty, Robin’s pretty sure you could be sitting still and she’d cum from literally zero motion. Okay, not actually but still the point stands. There’s no laughter, just her arms tightening around you as she nods. “You’re doing so good.” A moment of silence before you feel Robin smiling against your lips. “No one’s ever fucked me before. Just you.” 

The admission makes you moan and your heart swell at the same time. Robin Buckley’s patented effect on you. You’re feeling a bit bold as you’ve settled into how to work the strap on so you’re rolling your hips back before pushing all the way back into Robin. She’s giving you this mixture of a moan, a gasp, and your name all rolled into one. “Mine,” you whisper into her mouth. She’s grabbing your jaw, deepening the kiss and only responding when she has to pull away to take a deep breath. “All yours.” 

It doesn’t take long before you’re feeling Robin’s grip tighten on you, her legs already starting to shake. “Wanna cum for me, Baby?” And she does. So badly. You focus on keeping your motions steady, not wanting to disrupt as Robin gets closer. 

Only a few thrusts later and you feel her start to stiffen up under you as the first wave hits. Watching as Robin’s orgasm hits every inch of her body and it’s memorizing. Her lips parted as she cries out your name, chest arched to the ceiling, and the way she’s brokenly fucking herself onto you as she rides out the sensation. Your hands are rubbing her hips, giving a few more gentle pumps into her before carefully pulling out to keep her from getting overstimulated. 

She’s got this breathless chuckle once she can talk again, letting go of your body as she fully falls back against the bed. “Oh fuck, that was-... That was so good.” You’re beaming with pride, moving to sit back on your knees and still admiring the view of Robin fucked out beneath you. “Just think how good it’ll be if you keep letting me practice.” You sit there for a moment and wait until Robin’s fully settled back down before glancing back at Steve. 

Who has, once again, has enjoyed the view.

Steve’s reaching over and grabbing the back of your neck once he sees you’re done, using the grip to throw you backwards onto the bed. You’re giving him a dopey smile while watching him make quick work of the harness around your hips. It takes him a moment to catch your expression, only looking up from the harness once the buckles are loosened and he can pull it away from your body. “Yeah, yeah. All happy and smiling now because you’re getting fucked. Just wait till our alarm goes off in a few hours.” Steve’s kneeling between your legs, grabbing into the fleshy part of your outer thigh to pull you into him. “Gonna be such a brat in the morning.” 

You wanna give some snarky reply but Steve’s rubbing the head of his cock against your clit and all thoughts go out the window. That grin? Long gone and replaced by this cocky little smirk that’s driving you insane. “Not such if I’m actually gonna get fucked or if you’re just gonna sit around talking about it.” Steve’s scoffing, shaking his head and making sure he’s lined up before giving one firm push into you without warning. Bottoming out in that single stroke. 

He’s grabbing your jaw, making you look up at him and checking to make sure it wasn’t too much. “No more teasing, please. Just need you.” Steve nods, giving your jaw a gentle squeeze. There’s a hand on either side of your head now as he leans in to press a kiss against your bottom lip. He’s starting to drag his hips back, giving you these long strokes while he tries his best to keep up with kissing you. 

Your thighs are tight against his hips, legs wrapped around him, while you try to rock up and meet his movements. Shamelessly a needy mess. You slide your nails down his back only to be met with a drawn out moan from Steve. “Harder.” You cock your head at his command. Giving an experimental drag of your nails once again. He’s groaning, giving you a firm thrust to show his approval. “You like that, Baby?” Steve’s nodding. It’s all he can give you because the pressure on his back combined with the feeling of you wrap around him? He’s trying to hold himself back from cumming too soon.  

He’s so deep inside of you, giving these long stokes that have you digging your nails into his back while you hold on the best you can. “Fuck, Steve. You’re-... Oh my God, it’s so good.” Steve’s hair is falling into his face, tickling the skin along your neck which sends a shiver down your spine. You’re going slack jawed, body bouncing against his bed as your boyfriend fucks into you for all he’s worth. There’s close to no coherent thoughts left in your brain except- “Wanna feel you cum in me. Please.” He’s groaning, dipping his head fully down to nip at your neck. “Yeah? Fuck, okay...” You feel Steve’s hips lose their movement as you drag your nails down his back again. “Pussy’s so fuckin’ good.” His arms come under your shoulders, wrapping around and his hands come to rest flat behind your head. Fully wrapped up in him. 

You’re held in place as your boyfriend starts to become more desperate while he chases his orgasm. He’s biting down on your neck now, moaning against your skin as his movements become more twitchy. Steve jerks his head away from your neck away, lips finding yours as he starts whispering into the kiss. “Close for you. Jesus Christ-...” He loses it. Crying out your name into your mouth while you feel him cum into you. The mix of everything that’s happened topped off with this moment? You’re reaching your peak too. Pussy clenching around Steve’s cock and milking each drop out of him. The two of you clinging to each other while you come down from your highs. 

Robin’s the first one who moves to shuffle off the bed once the three of you have settled down. The air is so hot and sticky and all you want to feel a cold shower but the way your body is wrecked there’s just no way it’s happening. Steve’s pulling away from you, both of you gasping at the lost of your connection. He’s on a mission to get you cleaned up and you make a mental note to check on his back in the morning to make sure you didn’t leave too much of a disaster behind.

You grab a hold of Robin’s wrist, keeping her hand on your face before she can pull it away. She’s looking down at you with an equally confused but entertained expression. There’s a comfortable silence in the air as the two of you take a moment to admire the other. You tilt your head to the side, lips grazing on her wrist before whispering a small “I love you, Robin,” against the skin. 

She sucks in a gasp of air, replaying the statement over in her head. After the bathroom fight, the weeks of anxiety eating at the back of her mind, nerves that her feelings were deeper than yours... That first I love you? Robin will think about it for the rest of her life. She’s squatting down to become more eye level with you, leaning in to press a tender kiss on your lips. “I love you too. Have for awhile now. Was starting to get worried you were never gonna notice.” 

All you can do is laugh. “Sorry it took too long. Won’t happen again, promise.” It’s a cute enough moment, the two of you going back to grinning at the other. You know who hates feeling left out though? Steve. 

Steve who’s now tossing a pillow across the bed that manages to hit Robin first, falling down to hit you in the head, before plopping on the floor. “Hey now! Don’t forget just who loved both of you first, alright? Save some of that affection for ole Stevie.” Robin’s squealing. Reaching down and fisting her hands around the pillow before tossing it back at him. 

You’re covering your arms over your head, bringing your knees up to protect yourself as pillows, throw blankets, a teddy bear Steve won you that he secretly sleeps with goes flying around the room. “Stop! Stop it right now or so help me God I’m sleeping on the couch again!” A dramatic gasp from Steve. Giggling from Robin. You feel Steve squeeze your foot, prompting your body to relax once again. “On the couch, huh?” 

He’s looking over at Robin, arching his brows before giving a pointed look to your wrists. She takes the clue and before you know it your wrists are being held to bed while Steve hovers over your chest and - “Stop tickling me! Steve! We’re grown adults - Why are you tickling me? You’re both the worst.” The room’s filled with laughter while the three of you get the remainder of your energy out. 

It’s not until you free your wrists from Robin’s grip and playfully shove against Steve’s chest, giving a glare to Robin for helping him out, that the three of you finally pull apart and settle into the easy routine of getting ready for bed again. Steve remakes the bed while you and Robin take turns using the bathroom. You collect everyone’s clothes, getting dressed while Steve admires the view of your body, before crawling into bed. It doesn’t take long until the bed is filled and you’re falling asleep to the sounds of soft snoring on either side of you. 

[kirascottage]

dating jj maybank

jj maybank x gender neutral. reader

word count: 1.8k

cw: headcanons, overall domestic fluff, angst if you squint till ur visions blurry, mentions of poor emotional expression, mentions of sex / sexual innuendos, mentions of fighting / injury, strong pda, kissing, consensual groping, swearing, soft!jj

okay so this is the first time i’ve ever written dating headcanons so i’m gonna try my best

• jj and expressing emotions are a very complicated duo and almost everyone knows it, including you. he knows how he feels for you, and feels it strongly, but the way it comes out of his mouth is like gibberish and completely not understandable. 

“so you know — like — i don’t know, man. i feel heavy for you, like do you feel heavy for me, too?”

“jj, i don’t even know what heavy means in this context and what you’re referring to.”

• but he comes from a good place, and you come to know, learn and love that, because well he loves you, and with jj you just have to infer by his mess of words.

• this boy tries to be as romantic as possible but he’s literally never had a s/o before. the only thing he knows are one nighters so there is a lot that pope and john b advise him on because miscommunication is quite literally the worst. (stated by john b himself)

• for this instance and the sake of the headcanons: you are a member of the pogues, through and through.

• so most of the time you’re together, the pogues are there too. even dates. they love to occupy and jj could shout at the top of his lungs how they are the biggest cock-blockers to ever exist and they would not care. 

• so at that point he doesn’t even try to keep his hands to himself, he will touch you or quite literally make out with you in front of anyone and everyone he can.

• i mean he can get a little protective. (also considering he would never let you around his dad because he wants to protect you and would never let you near anyone that could hurt you) 

• i mean this guy would fight for you till the very end; punches thrown countless of times and harsh words absolutely shouted more times than you could count on your fingers, but no matter how many times you chastise jj, he would never stop to defend your honour because at the end of the night you’re the one playing with his hair and kissing his cuts and bruises.

• especially after everything as well with rafe, topper and the kooks he just wants everyone (including the tourons you see once a millennium) to know that you and him are romantically involved and you are very much taken.

• he even lets the most irrelevant people know the both of you are dating because he loves you that much:

“okay, babe, here me out—”

“jj a whole group of kids just asked me about our relationship! i love you, but the whole population does not need to know that we’re together.”

“obviously we can't tell the whole population! or I would, duh.”

•  even though he could blabber on about everything about you, including what shampoo you use and which perfume of yours is his favourite, affection is more his style: 

• this includes walking around with his hand in your back pocket because wearing anything but jean shorts is really not an option in that heat, (and this does include ass grabbing at every opportunity he can)—

• — his hand gently placed on your thigh while driving / while he’s next to you, interlocking pinkies 98% of the time as you walk together —

• — and peppering kisses is always happening. whether they’re ticking at your checks, suffocating your neck or affectionately placed on your forehead he’s always kissing you.

• other key, and essential, things that come to mind are that his arm is always around you; after everything that’s happened to him he just needs to physically know you’re there and that’s enough to subdue him.

• it’s almost routine for him arm to go around your waist or your shoulder, whether you’re tall or short, tbh he doesn’t really care, his arms and lips are always on you.

• dating jj is dating a teenage boy with absolutely no impulse control and zero control over what he says—

“I mean, dude, if you think about it, why isn’t a banana called a yellow if an orange is called an orange? and why are phones called ‘telephones’ like who the fuck came up with that crap?”

or

“i mean, hey, we could bang out here and it’s not like anyone would know. like jb could be out in the living room and be like clueless.”

“jj, there’s two windows pointing directly at us. i think he would know.”

• —if you don’t understand then he definitely does not either.

• you also flip each other off a lot and people are like ??? but you both are like — fuck you —(affectionate & full of love with my middle fingers)

• one thing he does know is how to flatter you, whether he’s obnoxiously winking at you or bringing you flowers with his tips from work, or he picked them himself, it’s all in the effort.

• any effort from you is like kids getting their favourite toy they’ve been wanting on christmas, for instance: anytime you bring him food, or offer to stay with him at john b’s is like swelling up his heart to the maximum.

• so when he’s not with you, or the pogues, which is rare he is outside. and jj is like diego the explorer he always finds little places just for himself, or for this instance with you.

• so a lot of dates include going to these secluded spots: sometimes it’s a picnic, or a walk, and stargazing is his absolute favourite as he listens to you drone on about the constellations and even just watching the sky with your presence next to him is so comforting and makes him feel safe. 

• of course when the pogues find out they’re brutal with their teasing.

“awww, look at the cute and happy couple!”

“my wittle babies, growing up so fast.”

“god, kie, you make it sound like we’re five?!”

• speaking of alone time, jj loves to cuddle when you guys are alone and that’s one thing he’s not fond of being teased about.

• his head is firm on your chest, his arms wrapped around your waist and his leg flung over your hips. to him it’s just a perfect way to start and end the day.

• he also loves to watch movies while cuddling and he has a set of movies and their genres completely memorized for the occasion.

• he has such a good memory to the weirdest things. like he can state in the exact order your makeup routine, or talk about all the caves and sinkholes in yukatan but ask him how many states there are in america and he’s completely bummed.

• back to what i was saying, cuddling and movie times together.

• he’s the little spoon i will not argue with anyone about this, especially if something happened that day.

• like if rafe pissed him off, some kooks stepped on his toes, his dad had been particularly agitated that day or he was just frustrated. your embrace is what keeps his together. he just loves the feeling of your arms around him, essentially protecting him.

• and the pogues always get a kick out of it when they see you too snuggled in the morning. they even take pictures, a lot of pictures of everything and anything they can. 

• their fav times to take pictures is when you both are off guard: like when he’s putting his hat on you, he’s sharing his juul with you, you guys are laying together on the boat or maybe your surfing together in the water.

• he’s surprisingly intimate about everything even though they’re such mundane things for him.

• he expresses his love for you by actions rather than words. for example, he has a guitar (an absolutely beat up one with missing strings and chipped wood, but he says it has more character that way as well as your signature on the back of it)—

• —and just strums it for you absolutely whenever and however your mood is because no matter what its always calming. sometimes he even hums a little tune or starts singing a bit.  

• another few ways he depicts his love for you is by shoving his baseball hat on your head (the one that absolutely nobody is allowed to wear) because he doesn’t want you frying in the sun or dying of heatstroke.

• a lot of his tank tops are now yours because they’re so comfortable and you can wear them literally anywhere.

• he shares, only with you but, he shares. his rings are on your fingers, his bandana is around your neck, his boxers are your sleep shorts, and he absolutely eats that shit up.

• he also gets extremely comfortable with you, like even more than john b in a way. example: you could just be chilling, his arm wrapped around your neck and — boom — he’s shoving your face in his armpit and trying to tickle you.

• it gets to the point where the pogues are so used to it and sometimes even they join in because they even like being included in on your affections but would absolutely rather drown than admit it. they love watching their two best friends love grow for each other, and they're happy jj has found sanctuary to love and be with someone freely. 

• speaking of love, jj is also like a puppy: praise, reassurance and kisses are the way to his heart and staying there.

• i’m gonna say it, jj has self confidence and love issues. they are not detectable at all but with his mother gone and the way his father treated him, there’s shit buried in his heart that it takes awhile for him to open up about.

• once he does: he cries, and he cried a lot. but after that it was like never letting go again. he trusts you with his whole heart and soul and he knows you won’t take advantage of that.

• the way you both accept each other into each others lives is so important to him no matter where you live, who you are and what your family is like everything counts for him and that just makes you the person who you are. 

• dating jj can be complicated and messy and wonderful and passionate and relationships aren’t easy but he would def be worth it <3

[bnha-dumpster]

Hear me out

Step-brother Shigaraki shoving a vibe in (male) reader during a dinner and Shigaraki is controlling the vibrator and then after dinner Shigaraki fucks the life out of Reader

i was gonna work on monster stuff but this is just *chef's kiss* i think i'm going down the road of a pseudo-incest kink whoops and laughs at myself as i add plot for no reason (also gives you guys a visual reference of the toy in the fic)

pairing: step-brother shigaraki x male reader content tags/warnings: dub-con, pseudo-incest, mild exhibitionism, choking, sex toys, degradation, mind break word count: 2.1k

Things around the household have changed drastically since your mother remarried. You love your mother and want her to be happy, but you feel that things have changed far too fast and far too much.

You had been told that your step-father wanted you to move in with him for two reasons. One; you don't have a job since you're attending university full-time and two; his house is pretty close to your university. You've seen his house from the outside and you can't deny the thought of living in such a large house is pleasant. It's a good deal. But if you had been told that your step-father has a shut-in son that lives with him before moving in, you might've reconsidered it.

Shigaraki is rude and has zero social skills. While you don't actually mind people that don't have social skills- it's often times not their fault- there's something about your step-brother that just unnerves you. You see him and alarm bells go off in your mind.

He likes to catch you off guard. Coming into your room to watch you, pinning you to surfaces, groping you, watching you shower- there's something really wrong with him.

"Tomu-"

You're trying to walk downstairs to go eat dinner with your mother and step-father. Trying, being the keyword. Shigaraki has you pinned to the wall once again. One of his hands is able to completely hold both your wrists- he's not even that much bigger than you! He's using his free hand to tug your sweatpants down to your knees. The pinning isn't exactly new, but he's never actually pulled your clothes off.

"I bought something for you. It's a little present for having such a cute brother." His voice makes you shudder, but the item he holds up next to your face makes you tense up. It's a brand new, probably expensive, sex toy.

"Tomura- hey- let's not-" You squirm and shake your head.

"Don't cause a fuss. Just let me do this, 'kay?"

The lube on the toy is your only saving grace as he nudges your legs apart with his knee and tries to put it on you. It doesn't work very well, the lubed up toy sliding against your limp cock a few times before Shigaraki growls lowly.

"I'm taking my hand off and I expect you to stay still." True to his word, the hand on your wrists disappears. If this were the first time he tried to do something like this, then you might've run away. But you've unfortunately learned through experience that your step-brother is far stronger than he seems. It's only because of your knowledge do you stay.

His hand is cold and calloused, an uncomfortable feeling against your skin. You grimace as he grabs your cock to slip the ring over it, making sure it’s snug against the base before he pushes the vibrating part of the toy into you. It doesn’t actually seem that bad until he turns the toy on. 

“Shit-” You’re not oblivious to the toy’s function but you didn’t expect it to be so snug against that spot inside you. Shigaraki grabs you before your legs buckle, laughing at your state. 

“Wow, you’re that sensitive?” He’s taunting you, making fun of you. “Is my little brother just a slut in disguise?” 

Your pants are pulled up and a small slap is given to your ass. It brings a small yelp out of you, making you turn around to glare at him. He doesn’t seemed fazed by it. Instead, it spurs him on and you can feel him grind against your ass. Even through the fabric of both of your sweatpants, you can feel how hot and heavy his cock is. You can tell it’s thick and that’s barely hard. 

A sliver of arousal makes itself known with a twitch of your cock. The realization makes you stand up straight and shove your step-brother away, adjusting your clothes to hide the erection beginning to strain underneath your pants. 

It’s difficult to sit down at the dinner table and act normal. You give your mother a small smile as you squirm in your seat for a moment. The toy’s low vibration stimulating every part of you- the base of your cock being teased, vibrations going through your balls and taint, the dildo pressing snugly against your prostate- and it’s difficult to hold your composure. 

“Are you okay, dear?” Your mother is looking at you with concern.

“O-oh, I’m alright, mom.” You force another smile.

“Go lay down after dinner, okay?” 

You give a small nod before you start eating, not waiting for your step-brother to sit down. He’s probably snickering to himself and thinking of what he should do. The sudden increase of vibrations of the toy surprises you and you choke on a piece of food. 

“Honey?” 

“Don’t worry, he’s just a little out of it, right lil bro?” A large hand comes to rest on your shoulder. As you turn to look over your shoulder, Shigaraki stares down at you with a small smirk. You can see the small remote in his hand and you almost want to reach out and grab it. But that’d cause a scene- the last thing you want at the dinner table.

He slides into his seat, not bothering to eat. All he’s doing is staring at you and analyzing your reactions as he plays with the remote in his pocket. 

“Yeah, j-just a little bit out of it.” You try your best to keep yourself together. Eating your dinner as fast as possible is your goal, hoping that this torture is only for the sake of humiliating you in front of your mother. 

The vibrations of the toy change rapidly. It seems like Shigaraki’s just cycling through them for the first time, gauging your reactions as he does so. He’s trying to find the best setting for you right now, surely. The one that does you in is the low and slow pulsing of the toy. 

He’s learning so much about you. You’re smart enough not to fight him physically but still have the guts to snap at him with your words. You prefer to be teased with a lack of stimulation rather than overstimulation. You won’t tell your mother about anything he does so she’ll stay happy. The best part... You’re easy to read.

Now that it’s been a few minutes of dealing with the toy, you’re settling down. It’s still uncomfortable, the low stimulation keeping your cock hard, but you’re able to eat your dinner for the most part. You’re eating quicker than normal just so this can end. 

“Thanks for dinner, mom.” As you stand from the table, Shigaraki cycles through the toy quickly to put the vibrations at its most intense setting. You curl in on yourself and groan, facing contorting. 

“Dear?” 

You give her a reassuring smile despite the heat pooling in your stomach. As much as you want to leave the table, you’re not sure you can do it yourself. It seems to be part of your step-brother’s plan. He puts his arm under yours, holding you up to help you shuffle back upstairs.

“I’ll make sure he’s alright, don’t worry.” 

They can’t see it, but you’re glaring at him as he helps you up. With him being the only reason you’re still standing however, that’s all you can manage to do. You hold onto his torso as he takes you up the stairs and opens the door of your room. 

“You’re close, huh? You were about to cum in front of our parents, weren’t you?” Shigaraki throws you onto the floor of your room with a thud, using his foot to turn you onto your back. He stares down at you and steps on your cock, moving it back and forth. 

“Alright little bro, cum for me.” 

With a particularly large amount of pressure, almost painful, you tense and spurt ropes of cum inside your pants. A stain begins to seep into the fabric and Shigaraki looks down at you with a sneer. You’re squirming under his foot, the toy still vibrating aggressively inside you and around the base of your cock. 

He picks you up by the hair and drags you to your bed, manhandling you so your face is against the comforter and your ass is in the air. He doesn’t even bother turning the toy off as he takes it out of you and slides your cock out of the ring. Your ass clenches around the air pathetically, teasing Shigaraki. Even with something inside you, stretching you out, your ass still looks tight and almost untouched. The only thing eluding to its use is the lube smeared around it. 

You’re given no warning when your step-brother grabs your hips and slams his cock inside you. When did he take it out? You don’t know.

“Shiiiiiit- Do you know how tight you are?” He doesn’t give you a chance to respond. Shigaraki begins to fuck you with abandon, thrusting into you with no care for your comfort. The stretch of his cock, how it reaches almost too deep inside you- it’s horribly uncomfortable. There’s a tinge of pleasure from the stretch of his cock pressing against your prostate almost constantly, but not much else. 

His balls slap against your ass with every heavy thrust and the grip on your hips is bruising. You can feel his nails digging into the skin and you’re sure they’ll leave marks. He’s leaving reminders of this.

A hand leaves your hip to hold your limp cock, pumping it aggressively. The sudden stimulation is painful and you squirm. 

“Now, now, little bro. Be a good slut for me and let me play with you.” Shigaraki sneers at the way you stop squirming at his words. “There... See, you’re a pathetic little slut for your big bro, aren’t you?” 

You refuse to answer, only burying your face into the sheets to hide your humiliated tears. It’s not like it matters. He continues to pump your cock at a fast pace, enjoying the way your walls twitch and tighten because of it. Even if you’re not feeling anything, he is. Your pleasure is more of an afterthought, a bonus. Then your cock begins to twitch back to life. 

“Seriously? You’re feeling good?” Shigaraki leans against you, biting your ear. “Getting off from your step bro treating you like a whore and fucking you? You really must be one if you like this.”

“I’m not!” You protest, turning to look at him. Tears are falling down your face, cheeks red from the embarrassment. “It’s your fault! You’re forcing my body to feel like this!”

Both of you know it’s a lie. You’re definitely enjoying it. As cute as your denial is to your step-brother, he isn’t in the mood for you being like this the whole time. He wants to have to shut you up so your parents won’t hear you begging for his cock. 

With a bit of reluctance, he pulls out of you. You’re allowed a brief moment of confusion as he decides how he wants to position you. Once he decides, he flips you onto your back and hikes your legs over his shoulders. In this position, he rubs your cocks together. His is undeniably thicker than yours, but your length isn’t too drastically different. There’s only a few seconds of rutting them together before he lines his cock up with your ass and slams back in.

Much to his surprise and amusement, you let out a confused moan. The new position must feel good. Your face contorting into pleasure with a mix of self-disgust is beautiful to him.

“Little bro, come on. Just let yourself feel good.” His thrusts slow and he reaches for your neck. The grip on your throat is intense and you can feel yourself becoming lightheaded almost instantly. It’s an intense feeling that mixes with pleasure, clouding your senses. 

Maybe it’s the lack of oxygen or just you giving up, but you begin to buck your hips against Shigaraki’s. Your jaw goes slack and your mouth is open, eyes rolling back into your head. The choking keeps you from making much noise so all you can let out are strangled groans. 

“Finally. Let yourself go. Become my whore, my pathetic cumdump of a little brother. Just be my personal cock sleeve, yeah?” 

The words go in one ear and out the other and you let out a string of agreements. Your back arches, cock twitching and covering your stomach in your own cum. It’s the sudden tightness around him that pushes Shigaraki over the edge. He stills inside you as deep as he can and cums, filling your ass. As he comes down from his high, he lets go of your throat. 

“Good boy.” He smacks your face gently and chuckles at your lack of response. “Gone already? Come on, we’ve barely started.”

[thebomb-thebird-andtheburntbitch]

Hello is it okay to request how Rengoku would be with a s/o who is a kakushi?

a/n: ofc you can :D (why are there like zero gifs for the kakushi? like hello??)

-x-x-x-

if you were in the corps as a medical member among the kakushi- rengoku is so proud of you !!!!

obviously, everyone has their own reasons for joining

rengoku joined to follow in his father's path, others join to protect people, or just for the thrill if they're crazy like that

and if your reason is to help the people who choose to fight then so be it!!

it takes a different kind of strength to be on the medical side of the fight

you see all sorts of injuries, cure illnesses, help people get back on their feet, and try and not only help physically but mentally and emotionally in some cases

you've watched people slip through your fingers and rengoku has been there to hold you when you are just so frustrated with yourself for letting someone else die

he knows it can be hard just like fighting out in the field can be

its a different type of strength, but what a wonderful, proud strength to have

every time he gets injured (either minorly or ambling back with a broken limb) he smiles and laughs through the exact lecture he gets from you every single time while you patch him up

sometimes if he's got the time to spare, he'll sit in on your work and watch you asking questions about the medicine you use, how it's used and for what

he learned his basic first aid from you too!!!

with you being a part of the medical division, you often run into shinobo for one reason or another so among the hashira you'd consider her the closest to you (obviously aside from rengoku)

she'd teach you all sorts of new things and you'd run to rengoku and launch into a child-like excitement telling him all that you've learned

and he'd sit through your excitement and give you his undivided attention all night and day if need be

he just loved seeing you so excited and passionate about your work!!

if there's one way to get to this man's heart, it's through passion and passion of work that he can share with you? TKO

there are times though that he has to step in as your own personal health benefactor when you start overworking yourself for one reason or another

it's easy to overwork- he knows this- but he still very much dislikes when it happens

he'll keep an eye on you after first when he notices it just to see if you become aware of it yourself and ease out of the mental state of work, work, work

but if you don't, he's draping blankets over your shoulder when you fall asleep at your workstation or bringing you teas and snacks (that even he can't mess up) to help lift your spirits and your energy

and if he believes it's for your own good, he can- and will- throw you over his shoulder and march you to bed so you can get a well-deserved nap (and don't think he won't- did you see how far he threw akaza? man is stronk)

he'd also offers the BEST massages (without ulterior motives smh) since he knows all the best pressure points- because you showed him- and obviously he holds a lot of strength in his hands

your shoulders, legs, arms, hand, feet, back- whatever you wanted to be worked on, he was on it

if there was an instance where your work required you to travel and go to a different location or just send you off to a location where there would be possible injuries- rengoku would be thrilled if he ran into you

he'd be finishing a job and you'd just sort of show up with a few other kakushi with you and he's just ":D my love!" without a scratch on him

if he were with others (say tanjiro and the gang) you'd patch them up while rengoku tries balancing his training spiels on where the boys could have avoided injury and talking with you

of course, you always told him to be as professional as possible and try and separate work and personal life- and he respected that especially if you were literally in the middle of working

sometimes he'd just sit and watch you patch tanjiro up in pure silence

and sometimes the younger boy would get so uncomfortable with the atmosphere he'd try and convince you he felt fine just so rengoku and you could have your together-time

all in all- if he were in a relationship with a kakushi corps member not only would he grow more knowledgable from your long rambling sessions about medicine and the human body-

but he'd grow more fond of you in general

[astaroth1357]

Ok but like, what if MC's fandom starts to make ships with MC and the guys. Just think about the ship wars, the fancams, the fanarts, the absolute CHAOS when the brothers find out. It would be even worse if they start shipping MC with the undatables, one day everything is normal and the next day there are ship wars fighting over MC x Barbatos vs MC x Solomon (who are both very smug about it)

The MC's Fanclub are… Shippers?!

Perhaps… The italics blurb has been fulfilling its greater purpose all along…? Perhaps in its state of existential angst, it has in fact developed a plot of its own… An arc of introspection and self-discovery in which its own longing for purpose has forged a meaningful identity… It now has… a story…

Lucifer

As if they couldn't get any MORE frustrating…

He's not an otaku. He's not a part of ship culture. He's not even sure why anyone would care about who dates who around this school, but apparently it's a big deal to some people...

He only became aware of their interest in him and the MC's relationship through some very… subtle clues…

Like the groups that would follow them around in the hallways with their phones out.

Or the multitude of fan rumors about their relationship that Satan spams him with from time to time just to irritate him.

"MC refused hug from Luci in halls today!! Are they bout breakup??? 🥺"

"Tots got pic of kiss today!! Relationship upgrade??"

"IS ARE MC+LUCIFER SECET LVRS?!? PLEASE RESPOND"

It only got worse after he found out the MC gets shipped out a loooooot….

If he had to pick his least favorite ship, it'd be MC x Mammon. He can kind of see it with any of his other brothers (admittedly, Levi is also a little mystifying) but the idea of them ending up with Mammon makes his skin crawl...

He once found a drawing of the MC and Mammon in an… explicit position in one of the classrooms and he was so disgusted that he wouldn’t even touch it. He just set fire to the paper outright. Disgusting...

Mammon

Shipping, eh…? More money making opportunities!

Has some passing idea of what shipping is from Levi and, from what he knows of it, shippers eat cutesy couples stuff right up!! If all he's got to do to make bank is to look all couple-y around the MC then sounds like a win-win to him!

He'll happily pose for a photo or two (paid in advance) of him throwing his arm around the MC or something. Want him to hold their hand? Sure thing!

But since this is still Mammon we're talking about, the second MC actually starts getting into any of it he'll still turn into a blushy, stuttery mess...

For WEEKS the headline picture on so many of their fans' blogs was an image of him turning beet red while the MC kissed him on the cheek. (A fan really got their money's worth there... 😏)

Though he doesn’t exactly like the MC getting shipped with other people, he'll still totally sell pictures of any of them together. He almost paid off an entire credit card with the money he got from the t-shirt sales of the MC and Satan!

If he had to point to one ship he doesn't like it's either MC x Asmo or MC x Levi. His opinion, but Asmo won't treat them right and they could do waaay better than a shut-in. Like him. Ship the MC with just the Great Mammon, got it?

Leviathan

… Lowkey super active in the MC shipping community but is a self-shipper to the extreme.

Like, he never uses his real name on anything (and would probably die from embarrassment if anyone ever found out) but a lot of their fans probably know a couple of his aliases.

He does everything from mod forums, runs a couple blogs, even anonymously posts his own work of him and MC that are totally not his secret fantasy dates or AU versions of themselves, shaddup.

It’s a lot easier for him to keep his involvement secret because he’s hardly at RAD, but the few times he does show up he tries to keep an eye out for anybody prowling for pictures so he can get in a good pose and save the image later.

Mind you, his version of a “good pose” rarely gets more spicy than linking pinkies, but even then he’s still lit up a Christmas Tree throughout.

Naturally, he’s also not a big fan of any ships that aren’t just him and MC and he can find a reason to be jealous at almost anything. But he keeps a special corner of hate for MC x Mammon and MC x Diavolo. Like, the first one doesn’t even need an explanation but MC x Diavolo?? Really??? Do those two even talk?? (please, please, please make sure they never actually talk because a guy like him versus literal royalty? He’d lose MC for sure….!! 😫)

Satan

He hates to actually agree with Lucifer on something, but their fans are starting to get out of hand...

Knows what shipping is in concept, he may have done it once or twice to characters in his books, but he was kind of surprised how it could evolve into such a… group activity?

He was pretty quick to pick up that the MC’s fans had a bit more interest in them together than they did when they both were apart…

I mean, those hideous shirts that Mammon was pedaling were kind of a dead giveaway…

Considering he finds their fanclub all rather annoying, even without their bizarre interest in his love life, when they started actively meddling with him and the MC he was ready to smash some heads.

No. He will not stop for pictures. No. What things they do together is none of your business. No. He has zero interest in seeing your explicit fanart and if you don’t start running that will be the last question you ever ask.

He DOES, however, appreciate the cringy “annoy Lucifer” ammo. They could keep that up for a lifetime... 😏

He doesn’t have a least favorite ship because he doesn’t care about any of this, leave him alone. (That’s a lie, it’s MC x Lucifer. He pokes fun at Lucifer, but he can’t stand it either. Big shock, I know 🙄).

Asmodeus 

Oh he is shamelessly a part of the community, are you kidding?? 

He could practically call “Shipping the MC” one of his favorite pastimes. He’ll openly gossip with their fanclub about who they’ve been with, who they’re seeing, who’s got a chance, etc… He lives for this shit!

He’s the only person who knows that Levi is also in the community and what his aliases are (not because he told him, but because Levi’s not as subtle as he thinks he is… Who else would call themselves “SupremeRuri666” and speak mostly in outdated chat lingo?) but he doesn’t out him because he thinks his very obvious crush is kind of cute. 

Plus, Levi needs the outlet waaaay more than him…

Doesn’t stop him from constantly trolling him and getting into arguments over who the MC would be better with though (the two are “virtual nemeses” as far as Levi is concerned).

Appreciates all forms of expression that comes out of the community (especially the saucy kind 😏) and will happily feed into his own shippers without a care in the world.

Truthfully, Asmo will say that there isn’t a ship he doesn’t like but if someone mentions one that he thinks is kind of “eh,” he’ll just add himself into the mix. “Oh, you like MC x Barbatos? Well how about Asmo x MC x Barbatos? That sounds loads more interesting doesn’t it??”

Beelzebub 

Oh, Beel… Sweet, sweet Beel… Beel doesn’t even know what their club is doing…

Because Beel has a reputation of being pretty protective of MC - and against the fanclub in general - the club keeps a healthy distance… but that doesn’t mean they’re not going to sneak in some picture or make a SHITLOAD of fanwork about them.

Between classes and practice Beel is a busy guy, so sometimes he just doesn’t notice that there’s people hiding behind trees when he’s out with MC. 

Honestly, his complete ignorance of it all makes it even cuter because when he acts sweet, it’s not just for the camera. That’s the real deal.

Mammon was the one who eventually let it slip that there was even shipping happening and Beel was… kind of creeped out because isn’t this stalking? But also kind of weirdly happy(?) that MC x Beel was so popular… Very conflicted boy here.

He never actually acknowledges the community, though, and just keeps on being Beel (which still gave the fans more than enough material so all’s well that ends well?)

Beel genuinely doesn’t have a least favorite ship (because he believes the best ship is whoever makes the MC happy) but his second favorite under himself is probably MC x Belphie. They look very cute together...  😊

Belphegor 

Ride or die, Beel x MC x Belphie. 

Just kidding (kind of), Belphie isn’t into the shipping but if asked he’d be pretty okay with that one.

His campaign against the MC’s fanclub and their attention stealing ways means that he found out about their shipping thing only slightly ahead of Beel when Mammon was trying to get pictures of them napping together…

Honestly, he couldn’t care less if a bunch of weirdos were weirdly invested in their relationship, but he’s not about to let Mammon just make a quick Grimm off of it. Belphie makes sure that he gives him NOTHING to work with. 

Since Mammon is the main dealer, the shippers in both the MC fanclub and Belphie fanclub aren’t nearly as well fed and pretty desperate for anything... You best believe he plays that to his advantage (because it’s okay if he does. He’s not Mammon).

Really helps that MC x Belphie is legitimately a very cute looking couple, carried by Belphie’s cuteness alone if nothing else. Add an adorable MC and you reach levels so cute it could actually melt people into puddles of goo... They could be a registered weapon.

Least favorite MC ships are any that don’t involve him or Beel. Any others may as well just not exist, he won’t even acknowledge them. MC x Who? Yeah, that’s what he thought.

[spice-chan]

Legally Incapsulated

yandere!Bakugou Katsuki x darling!reader

In a different, dystopian world, yanderes are allowed to run rampant and they make up 15 percent of the population. It gets a little interesting when Bakugou, a protective yandere falls for you, a taken darling. 

warnings: dystopian society (ig?), yandere themes, unhealthy relationships, reader has a bit of an early stockholm syndrome kinda thing, blood and near death, captivity. 

also hi, i came back from the undead with an update. 

.........

Bakugou laid on the ground, bleeding profusely, cold and alone. The red liquid soaked through his clothes, painting him as an ugly manifestation of destruction and death. However, he did not welcome the latter yet, clinging to-hanging tooth and nail to the threads of life.

What cruel irony. To be dumped somewhere so public, yet at a time when no one would bother to come. To have the Hero hanging onto the hope that someone would visit the park at three in the fucking morning. 

A brutal fight between him and a particularly vicious villain ended in Katsuki suffering not only the humiliation of defeat but injuries that will do him in soon enough from blood loss. All alone, with no back-up, Katsuki suffered possibly the worst defeat of his life, for it might cost him that very same thing. Fucker attacked him after he finished his night shift too when no reporters or anyone would be around, knocking Katsuki out and dumping him in a public park just for the mockery of it. 

His head felt light and doozy, and he was starting to succumb to the feeling sucking him in when he heard a gasp amidst the fog. 

With what little stamina he has left, he turned around, sharp red eyes spotting a petite woman heading towards him. 

You quickly got to his spot beneath a tree, crouching down and inspecting him, your warm eyes becoming horrified at the blood pool. 

“Oh no, what happened here?! No matter. I’m going to call an ambulance. You’re going to be ok.” You reassured, or tried to, for the words coming out of your mouth could only be taken as self-assurance when one notices the dampness of your eyes. He tried to concentrate on what you were doing, but the next time he was aware of what was happening around him was when you clutched his hand tight with tears streaming down your cheeks.

“You’re gonna be ok.” 

He sure hopes he will be now. 

“What’s your name?” 

Despite the haze covering, his red eyes zeroed on you, calmly taking you in despite the battered state he was in. You froze. 

You stammered, heart hammering as you finally had another person's attention for once. It should’ve made you really ecstatic, but it just made you feel like you were naked on live TV. 

“It’s um-“ you nibbled on your lip as if unused to your name, Katsuki just got lost in the dainty, delicate sound of your voice. 

And when you said your name, as if testing foreign words on your tongue for the first time, he couldn’t help but think it suited you. 

So pretty. 

Honestly, if the sight of you is the only thing he’ll see before dying, he’ll be content. Your hand remained in hold his, your warmth travelling to his frigid hand and warming his very soul. 

But the sound of ambulance sirens broke him out of his trance, and you too, it seems. For you broke away from him in fright, he had to hold back from grabbing you and keeping you close. He would, had he not been injured. 

“Whe-where are you going?” He asked brokenly, desperate to keep the angel that saved him close. You shook your head, frightened and frantic. Looking at the time, and seemingly getting further and further. 

“I’m sorry-I—I’ve got to go. I’m gonna late, I’ll get punished if I’m late.” 

His heart sunk with every syllable you uttered, feeling a pain he had never felt before, something not tangible enough to be compared to injuries and not comprehensible enough for a man like Katsuki to express. 

You’re a darling. 

You’re someone’s darling.

By the time the ambulance rolled in and took him, you were long gone…

But not for long. 

……………...

Katsuki Bakugo: Yandere. 

Classification: Protective

Darling: Unregistered 

In a world where yanderes are allowed to go rampant with their love, an ordinary citizen doesn’t know when they’ll become trapped by a person who claims to ‘love them unconditionally’. Thus making them a darling. And from the moment that label is put on them, the law ceases to help them and they become entirely at their yandere's mercy. 

Yanderes are often separated into their schools and housed in their specified yandere classification ranging from obsessive, possessive and protective, and if a person overlaps two during their classification test they get reign into which house to go to. At UA, the houses are split between those three types and are equally split. 

Katsuki, who scored rather high in both protective and obsessive traits, chose to go with the protective unit where he met Kirishima, who’s currently blabbering on about nothing in Katsuki’s hospital room. 

“You barely made it man, I still can’t believe it. One can never be too careful these days.” He said, for the hundredth time. Katsuki was topless, the nurse having just finished bandaging his wounds. The stark white stood out against his chiseled, muscular front, it had every nurse swooning but he only had one thing on his mind. 

You. 

Where were you? Who were you? Did you really have a yandere? How can he take you away now? 

No, he doesn’t like you. He’s just curious. 

He’s survived this long without a darling. He doesn’t need one, contrary to popular societal belief. 

When babies are three, they undergo tests and scans to see whether they have OLD, obsessive love disorder, which is something about 15 percent of the population suffers from. 

They go to their own schools and such, but their identity as yanderes won’t be revealed to the general public, making it easy for yanderes to take their darlings by surprise when the grand reveal comes. 

Katsuki himself attended a yandere oriented hero school, but what the public doesn’t know is that the acceptance rate is so low because only yanderes are accepted. Yanderes rarely, but not never, go for other yanderes so it poses as less of a distraction. 

And so, the talented in the 15 percent of Japanese yandere are carefully picked and honed. 

And the separation only proves something. That darlings are a distraction. He won’t be like other wanderers, he’ll get a hold of himself. 

…………..

Y/N L/N: Darling

Under yandere of classification: Obsessive

Yandere name: Nagisa Mura

Katsuki ground his teeth, red orbs staring viciously at his computer screen. Hypothesizing and being faced with the fact that you do belong to someone else. The distraction, unneeded angel who fell from heaven just to save him. 

Poor you, he bets that piece of shit doesn’t treat you as good as he could. 

After looking further into you, he found several allegations of sexual assault made towards Mura that got completely dropped after he captured you. 

A flash of searing pain made Katsuki jerk back, narrowly missing scorching his screen to smithereens. 

He...he hurt you. The fucker hurt his angel, his princess...he hurt you, he hurt you, he hurt you. 

He thought of your pretty, kissable lips, making unsure, clumsy movements as you tried to vocalise your name. 

No, Katsuki has to have you. He needs to save you. It’s the only way for both of you to be happy at this point. 

And this, spurred on a thorough check at your yandere, and Katsuki delved so deep that when he found what he wanted, he couldn’t help but break out into a lopsided, sinister grin. 

………………

Nagisa burrowed his face in your neck, breathing in your scent while you sat still and rigid, not wanting to move away and risk his sanity flying away. 

“Did you enjoy it?” He asked softly, suddenly attentively look at you with his cat-like, loving, sick eyes. Your heart palpitated in fear for a second before you nodded. 

“Oh, where did you go? You...didn’t talk to anyone right?” Your heart erratically hammered, thinking that he might’ve somehow found out you did, and even told him your name. You shook your head at the speed of a sewing machine, then thought that might’ve perhaps been too aggressive to be convincing. 

“I didn’t. I walked to the park and came back home.” 

He sighed in satisfaction at that, moving his dark bangs back to stare at you with his green hues. 

“I knew night time was a better idea. There would be no one around at this time that you can’t deal with with pepper spray. Fewer people to talk to, fewer people who see you” he was smiling, not breaking eye contact once, and with each syllable, his soft voice seemed to get more sinister and sinister. 

You only nodded, pliant as a lamb in his grip as he twisted you however he wished. He buried his nose in your hair, inhaling the scent of you as if smelling a rare fragrant flower. 

“We’ve gotten so far since the days in the orphanage when you refused to share your dolls with me when we were five.” 

Memories. Something that should fill one with nostalgia, only filled you with an unbearable sense longing to a freer, more easy time. When you only had to worry about Nagisa bothering you during breakfast, lunchtime, movie time, sometimes worship time and wash time. 

Desperate for a sense of normalcy, you hugged him back, feeling icy cold in his embrace. 

“Nagi, what are we having for dinner?” A twinge of regret pierced you as you lowered your guard for a second. His hold became stiff, and he didn’t bother to swipe back his bangs as he flashed you a blank face. 

“You’re thinking about dinner while we hug?” 

But you knew how to deal with him better by now, deflecting his anger and turning it into something more malleable. 

“Oh no, it’s just that I feel a little dizzy. I don’t think I ate or drank well those past few days.” You paired the lie with a yawn for extra measure, and the ice of his face melted to reveal a familiar worried expression pouted lips and widened greeny eyes. 

He carefully put you down, bundling you in a blanket before he rushed to the kitchen to prepare you some food. 

The worry he harboured for your well being should’ve filled you with warmth, but instead, you were left twiddling your thumbs and rocking yourself back and forth, an unexplainable feeling of doom filled you. 

The feeling of a hand touching you caused you to spring out of your reverie in fright, but the sight of the green hues staring back at you only calmed you a fraction. He put the food in front of you, which he brought back with some vitamins because he can’t have you getting sick. 

“Thank you…” you murmured, feeling incredibly stupid and useless. 

He insisted he feed you and that you go to bed early. 

But as you laid in bed, thoughts of strange red irises and their bewitching beholder swarmed your thoughts along with the fatigue. You hope he’s alright… 

You wanted to check on him, but if you asked or even implied to Nagisa that you met someone, let alone a man albeit injured or not, that he will opt to not let you out for a year again, or possibly longer this time. 

Even in his injured form, there was something undeniably feral about him, as if ready to pounce any second and gamble his chances at life if the situation called for it. It frightened you. 

You shook your head, willing comfort to return to you through the soft duvet and sheets enveloping your body. You better sleep before Nagisa comes to bed and finds you awake…

…….

Finally, Bakugou has the best reason to get that fuck arrested. And you? Poor you, you’re going to have your yandere taken away, and you can’t *just* be let free. You didn’t earn it after all. Well, you would have, had there not being a perfectly suitable yandere for you to be rehomed with. 

Heh, to think of it, you might hate him a little for this...but he’ll show you that he can treat you better, in no time, you’ll be wrapped around his finger like he’s shamefully wrapped around yours. 

Bakugou’s thoughts come to an abrupt halt when the L-word is mentioned, not noticing when his thoughts spiralled to that degree. His deranged obsession with you had been planted the moment you saved him, but Katsuki didn’t notice when he lost the wheel of his rationality to his heart. 

Yeah, sure, he did background checks on you, felt a twinge of pain when he realised you grew up in an orphanage, felt a tornado of anger when he saw the assault charges that went nowhere after that obsessive fuck captured you. Yeah, ok, he felt proud when he saw that you were the valedictorian. But… where did the stone hearted Katsuki go? Where did the one who was afraid of getting close to anyone in case his true nature shows and distracts him from his dream go? 

But then, he remembered your glassy eyes, staring at him in worry that no one ever showed towards him before, fumbling with his phone to dial the ambulance while holding his hand. Telling him he’ll be ok. 

The moment Bakugo looked in the mirror, he knew he lost. 

His cheeks were flaming hot. 

Whatever, he better start preparing your room. 

…….

It felt like preparing the room of a newborn baby, Katsuki bought enough stuffed animals and plushies to make it resemble a fluffy asylum, along with pastel pink sheets. Your name was also put on the wall, with cursive pink letters that had butterflies surrounding them.

Not to forget a dresser filled with all kinds of things you could ever desire. But his favourite was filling the closet. 

Besides adding some of his own shirts, he stuffed it with all kinds of pretty dresser and cute clothes that he can’t wait to see you wear. 

Bakugo dusted his hands, taking a sigh and looking at the finished guestroom, previously a spare but now your own room, it looked as if a sparkly fairy vomited all over it. Hopefully you’ll like it… 

He wishes you were here to see it… 

An unfamiliar sense of isolation invaded his heart, perhaps it was the realisation that he just finished a room to a person who doesn’t even live with him *yet*, or knowing what he’s missing out on with you, but he knew he desperately wanted you here. 

He wanted to protect you from the bastard who has you in his clutches

…….. 

A day later

You sat on the sofa, munching on some popcorn while you sat on Nagisa’s lap, watching anime. 

A rough knock sounded out, the sound so aggressive is sounded as if the wood itself was gonna break under the aggressive force. Nagisa tensed up, he wasn’t expecting any guests, in fact, he rarely invites anyone over. He disassociated the both of you from any acquaintances from the orphanage, and you weren’t allowed to mingle with anyone. 

He saw your curious look, even without any verbal question, but he opted to simply kiss your forehead and put you on the sofa. 

He quickly went to answer the door, but not without grabbing a dagger and hiding it somewhere discreet. 

He turned the knob, feeling his chest tighten painfully, as if sensing a near, imminent loss. 

Three aggressive, toned cops welcomed his sight as soon as the door was open. They forced their way inside, cuffing him and telling him things, words that were spoken too fast and went over his head as the only thought that went through his head aas you. 

He turned around to where he left you, but you were suddenly standing besides one of the officers, not allowed near him. No…

“According to our database, you are a yandere who has a darling. This means that she will be permanently taken away from you and handed to an eligible yandere as part of your punishment.” 

He swallowed, his gaze, which always seemed morbid to you, now looked panicked and morose, gaze moving like a boomerang between you and the officers, as if not processing what’s happening. 

“Nagisa, what have you done?” He couldn’t answer you, he couldn’t speak a word. You were leaving him, and there’s nothing that he can do. 

“Eligible yandere? But as far as I know, there’s no one after her besides me.” The thought comforted him. Maybe he’ll recapture you after he serves whatever sentence he has, even though he’ll have to do it on the down low now. It’s illegal for a yandere who had their darling taken away to go after them again. 

“Well you thought wrong. Scum” 

Bakugou felt like the star of the show, coming in to rescue his damsel and finish his quest, with you as the prize. 

Your mouth was agape, the little hope that simmered in you that you might possibly be free is now crushed, confusion coming full force in place of it. His face was all too familiar, it was the face of the man you found on death's door only a few days ago. 

Nagisa’s face blanked, turning to you with bloody accusations in his eyes, which made your vision narrow to only focus on him, afraid to make eye contact yet afraid not to. You almost felt the bile rise up your stomach as goosebumps covered your entire body at his familiar, haunting stare. 

“(Y/n)...how does he know you?” 

“I-“ you swallowed, unable to answer. Who is he? 

The dots were starting to connect in Nagisa’s head, however, instead of his chilling rage, all you got was a sad, nostalgic smile. 

“Very well (y/n), it’s ok.” You couldn’t feel relieved from his ambiguous tone. Your very gut screaming at you that something was wrong. 

And your gut was right. 

“It’s ok, I know you didn’t mean for any of this to happen, I’m sure of it but I’m sorry because if I can’t have you then nobody can.” In the blink of an eye, Nagisa charged at you with a dagger, with speed you didn’t know he possessed, while you were frozen in place in fear. 

However, before he could reach you, the blond, brawny man moved like the wind, catching the hand that threatened you, firing an explosion at the wrist in a show of wrath, probably giving Nagisa third degree burns, then twisting his arms behind his back and pushing him harshly into the floor. The level of strength between them was visibly imbalanced to the blondes' favour, Nagisa was by no means fit or sturdy, not at all when compared to the wall of strength in front of you. 

The officers, novices who should have expected this turn of events by all means, have proven to be useless until the very end of this spectacle, thanking the blond the blond profusely while handcuffing the hysterical Nagisa, who was taken kicking and screaming by one of the officers while one stayed behind. 

“Miss (y/n), I believe? Sorry we couldn’t prevent this unsavoury turn of events, that criminal will be locked for good, you don’t have to worry about him.” The officer tried to reassure the frightened lady in front of him, disappointed that a yandere would try to kill the person he loves. That was one of the most prohibited laws, though what can he expect from a criminal? 

“You don’t have to worry about your safety though, as it turns out, you will be rehomed with Mr Dynamight. This will serve as both a punishment for the offending yandere and a way for darlings who haven’t earned their freedom to stay with their next eligible caretaker.” 

You nodded shily, overwhelmed by the influx of information directed at you. It didn’t help that you barely spoke to anyone besides Nagisa in years. 

The officer took your agreeableness in stride, scramming quickly as he physically felt the burn of Bakugou’s stare. 

Now it was just him and you. 

“You ok?” He managed to mutter, not sure how to start a conversation with you now that he had you. 

You nodded, not facing him. Are you ok? 

You felt the moisture gathering in your eyes, making your eyes seem like gleaming crystals. 

Of course you weren’t ok. 

You just had the person who, for years, claimed they loved you, stole you against your will and forced you to adapt to a lifestyle that suited them try to kill you. You didn’t know whether to laugh or cry but apparently your body did as it broke into a sob. 

Your shoulders shook in failing effort to try to hide yourself from him-Mr Dynamight or something, but he felt his heart clench when he heard you sniffle. 

You heard him kiss his teeth, and you had a half mind to apologise, having unfond memories of the sound, but he instead, to your surprise, brought his beefy arms around you and embraced you warmly. 

Your crying halted, head turning up to fave him with a ‘deer caught in the headlights’ look in your eyes, making him blush and turn away from you with another kiss of his teeth. 

“Stop crying.” 

Why did his simple gesture stop your tears? Why are you not trying to make a run for it? 

Most importantly, why do you feel something warm blooming in your chest instead of hate? 

You looked at him, trying to channel all the hate you harbored for Nagisa for this newfound captor of yours, but all you could think about is when he saved you from Nagisa’s sharp blade— how strong and capable he was, really, shouldn’t you be thankful? 

At that moment, you experienced something that never happened to you in your years of being with Nagisa. 

You blushed. 

……

 You stepped through Bakugou’s house, already having an idea of what kind of lavish place it is from the exterior, but you were nevertheless impressed. 

The place is something out of a movie, extremely different to the small and cozy apartment you lived in. Everything seemed up to date and costly. 

You didn’t notice Bakugou preening in pride at the impressed look on your face. He tried to appear nonchalant, but he was seconds away from grabbing your hand in excitement as he tours you around the place. 

Still, he wanted some form of contact with you, so he opted to put a hand behind your back, excusing it as you being too slow when you turned to him with a quizzical look. 

His hand felt warm on your back. 

“This is the bathroom nearest to your room, but there’s one in your room as well.” 

Your room. It felt strangely delighting to have something be your own, when previously everything was ours with Nagisa. Everything was happening so quickly, you didn’t know whether you should try to pause to catch your breath or pick up your pace. 

“And uh, this is your room.” This time you did notice Bakugou’s redness, it was quite hard not to when his entire face was red. Of course it would be. 

The room looked like it was something out of a barbie house. Soft, pastel rugs paired with baby pink curtains. Plush, stuffed dolls littered the place, some small and some big enough to engulf you. You slowly stepped inside, unsure how to feel about this interior, until you felt your bed. It was also a gentle pink, but the catch was how featherlight soft it was, it felt silky, and the mattress reminded you of when you’d dream of sleeping on a cloud. 

“Like it?” He asked, not taking his eyes off your blessed face. That’s the first he’s seen this expression on you. He feels almost cheated, like he would have seen way more of you and learnt way more than he already knows if that piece of shit let you out. 

You hummed to him in response. 

“Good, ‘cuz it’s your nap time now.” 

“Huh?” You straightened your back, looking at him in protest. 

“But, I still have things to ask you! Plus, I don’t need a freaking nap-“ 

“Sleep now, questions later.” 

The sun was starting to dip, giving the room a warm, orange glow which did make you feel somewhat lethargic. Bakugou closed the curtains, and shut the door, but surprisingly didn’t leave your room. He pulled the covers back, gesturing for you to slip under. You were afraid for a moment that he was gonna slither his way inside as well, uninvited. But he merely sat besides your supine form. 

“Um-?” 

“I’m gonna stay here ‘till you fall asleep.” You nodded mutely, not finding a point to objecting anymore. You never have a say anyways. But, this wasn’t so bad. He put his large hand on your head, caressing it and admiring its texture, and how amazing it feels beneath his fingers. You felt his touch to be invasive at first. Who does he think he is, touching you when you don’t even know him?

But you don’t speak. You instead relax and let the stress you built up melt away, and you welcome sleep. 

…..

Your eyes slowly fluttered open to the feeling of someone lately shaking you. You were disoriented, glancing around the fluffy place in confusion, your eyes looking adorably lost and confused. 

“C’mon dumbass. It’s time for dinner.” 

Oh, right, you were living with him now. 

“I put the clothes you’re gonna wear on your bed, and here are your slippers.” You glanced on the bed, seeing a comfy looking white, silky pyjama dress slippers at the foot of your bed. 

“Ok.” You nodded, “I got it.” 

He gave you one final final intense look leaving your bedroom. 

…….

In the dining room, Bakugou had already set everything up. He made your favourite food, lit up some candles and sat down, anxious glancing at the door and waiting for you to appear. Will you like it? Will you ask him questions? Do you enjoy living with him so far? 

If the answer to some of those questions is no, he doesn’t know what he’ll do. He does know that you aren’t going anywhere though. 

You quietly walked in, feeling the tension increase with each step you took. 

You spied the contents on the table, salivating at the smell of your favourite food like a starved ogre, not even bothering to grimace at the memory of Nagisa’s poor attempt at making it. 

Bakugou was salivating as well, but for different reasons. He couldn’t look away from your exposed skin, staring creepily as if he’s never seen a leg before. 

The meal was consumed with awkwardness, neither party breaking the ice. You were afraid of confrontation, of asking too many questions and receiving nothing but anger and resentment in return. He seems so much nicer than Nagisa, you didn’t want him to hate you. 

The silence reigned, and the dishes were cleared away and being washed by Bakugou, who insisted you stay near him but also insisted you stay unoccupied. 

Every moment that passed felt like a moment lost, and you kept summoning your courage, but the words just wouldn’t leave your mouth. Maybe you should build up to what you really wanted to ask instead of jumping straight to it. 

You saw his red eyes sneakily glancing at you, rapidly leaving your form when you noticed him, causing his ears and face to flush. 

“So um, what do you do?” he quirked an eyebrow, looking at you strangely while his movements didn’t pause. 

“You-you don’t know?!” he exploded, looking at you in disbelief. You just shook your head like a deer caught in headlights. 

Oh, that shit must’ve not let you watch TV much. 

“I’m a pro hero.” 

Your eyes widened in wonder, the decadence of the place suddenly making sense. 

“Cool! What’s your quirk?” he ditched the dishes, excitedly showing you his quirk and explaining how it works, delighted at your cute smile and interest in him. The air felt charged and lively, and maybe that’s what led you to ask the questions that have being nagging at you. 

“So um, how did you-uh, how did you even find out anything about me?” 

Your heart dropped when you saw the excitement on his face disappear, his usual scowl in place of it. 

“You told me your name, that’s all I needed to know. I never stopped thinking about you ever since I saw you, I tried but I couldn’t. If even someone as strong as me can end up on death's door, then what would happen to you? I couldn’t just leave you.” At this point, he was caressing your face, looking at you with love stricken eyes. You were reminded of who you were talking to, you were talking to a Protective yandere, who took you. 

You didn’t have to ask anything else really, pandora’s box opened, and everything you weren’t previously privy to is now made obvious to you. 

“It sickened me though, knowing you actually fucking belonged to someone else. So how could I leave you? I had to save you like you saved me.” he had both of his huge hands on your face, looking at you with pure insanity, love, adoration and bloodthirst swirling and mixing in his irises. He was a yandere, he was the person every ordinary person should fear, he has you in his clutches, you should be trying to escape and regain your freedom, you saw first hand how easily capable of hurting you he could be if he wanted… So why weren’t you scared?

[quirklessidiot]

Title: filthy rich [1/3] Pairing: millionare!sakusa kiyoomi x y/n [filthy capitalist au] Genre: romance, major angst ahead ,fluff, yandere!au-ish 

Synopsis: Your luck had just run out when you realized that you flirted with danger. [400 followers special]

Warnings: language and none...yet….[although i will put a trigger warning that is a controlling, abusive, and kind of a yandere relationship] Notes: 

Happy 460 followers i- look, i know i promised a long kita fanfic but i got more inspired to finish this and write this one because djjdjdjd ,,, anyways this was originally a kpop fanfic i wrote years ago and i switched it up to an omi fanfic. I don’t condone this type of relationship, if ya see this shit on your partner, please run (i beg of you)

also eheh the remaining two requests will be posted soon so uwu

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“Hey Y/N.”

You look up from your medical textbook to find your aunt standing there with an expensive freshly pressed suit on her hand wrapped in plastic, you had been living with her along with her two younger kids in Tokyo after your parents decided to become humanitarian doctors. Wanting to explore and get out of your comfort zone, you ended up living in the big city along with your mother’s closest friend.

“Oh, hey obaasan.” you greeted, “What’s up?”

“Ah, you see, Shoyo is out now and no one will be able to deliver the suit to Sakusa-san, would you mind doing me a favor and delivering it for me?”

You shut your textbook and stood up from your chair, “Sure, uh- could I have his address?” you ask as you took the suit in plastic carefully from her hands, not wanting to damage something that cost as expensive as your tuition in med school. After saying goodbye to your aunt and carefully placing the suit at the back of your car, you drove your way to the upstate part of the city.

Your second hand car stood out like a sore thumb in the lane of expensive and flashy cars, you wanted to waltz in and out of here quickly. Following your aunt’s instruction’s, you march up to the front desk to hand the suit over to the receptionist, “I’m here to drop the laundry for Sakusa-sa-”

Before you could even finish your sentence, she snatched it away from your grasp. You narrow your eyes at her rather uncouth attitude, “Oh, cool...thanks…” you murmur, not wanting to cause a scene or pick a fight with the rude woman, you made a b-line towards the exit. Away from the judging and prying eyes of the people who were very much above you in terms of class and wealth.

The moment you step out though, you watch in horror as your car is being towed away, “Hey!” you exclaimed, hurriedly going to the worker who was writing something down on his clipboard, “Hey, wait! Please, excuse me?”

The worker turned to you with a questioning gaze as you immediately started to explain that you were in and out of the place and that you were just delivering some laundry but all you got was a shake in the head and the words, “It’s not up to me, that guy called us in.” He points his ballpen towards the man in a suit and paired with a surgical white mask on the phone, “...The parking here is for residents only and clearly you’re not one of them.” 

Your eyes almost widened at his explanation, just what was wrong with people who lived here?

You fumingly grab the piece of paper he hands to you and stuff it in your pocket as you march up to the stranger on the phone, “Hey, excuse me!” you proclaimed, there were a few on-lookers but you ignored them, you were seeing red with the treatment you’ve been receiving here. The raven-haired stranger ignores you, still on his phone so you call him out again and when you do, the darkest pair of obsidian eyes are on you.

You clenched your fists tightly as the quote ‘eat the rich’ comes into your head.

“There must be some mistake.” You began slowly, trying to put your anger at bay because you didn’t want the whole thing to escalate in public, “I’m in and out here, all i did was deliver and I didn't know-”

“Your ignorance doesn’t excuse you.”

“Excuse me?”

“Ignorance of the law excuses no one.” He simply states, “Also the car was on the way in my space and not even a parking spot.”

You let out a loud, sardonic laugh, “I’d be gone in two minutes if you waited.”

“You would’ve wasted my two minutes.” 

You clenched your fist tightly and as you were about to bite back on his snide remark, the receptionist from before intervenes, “Excuse me, he’s right. You aren’t allowed to park here.” she tries to look professional but you know she’s just siding with this idiot since he had the money.

“Right.” you nod, “You know what, fuck it, this blows. All I did was my job and I have to be shitted on because I don’t have money like Mr.fancy-pants over here.” You bellowed,your glare was intense as you turned around, stomping away before you would do anything you’d regret.

The stranger’s eyes towards you do not waver though, how interesting, he thought.

You never wanted to return to that place again, not only did you lose a lot of money to pay your toll fee for your car but you needed to buy a bunch of new books for the new semester. You groan out loud as you also realize that you needed to do a grocery run since all you had were empty packets of instant Ramen and water in your apartment.

Chunking the cue cards to the side, you made your way to the convenience store, the city was definitely alive tonight and amidst that, you look absolutely dead tired. Your eye bags were getting thicker, a few zits had popped out, and you had grown thin in an unhealthy way because of your food consumption.

Man, being in med school and being dumb wasn’t a very good combination.

Your thoughts are interrupted when your aunt calls you again and says you have to do deliveries tonight, “You remember Sakusa-san?” your aunt says on the other line.

You couldn’t help but grimace at the mention of the man and the memories of where he lived.

Man, did this Sakusa-san needed new neighbors.

“What does he need a suit for in this unholy hour?” You mentally groaned.

“He needs it for laundry, you can have the money when you pick it up.”

Your ears immediately perk up at the mention of cash, you decided to take public transportation since you didn’t want to risk getting your car toll away by that Sakusa guy’s wretched fancy-pants neighbor. Grocery shopping could wait another time, “Stupid rich people.” You muttered under your breath as you pushed open the entrance to find the same man who you despised, sitting there with a laundry basket next to him.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” You mumbled, sucking in a deep breath, you say, “Sakusa-san?”

“So I was right.” he says, pulling down his mask to reveal his sharp features, “You were the one who delivered my suit that day. It’s usually a young boy with a bike.”

Boy, this man was definitely at his prime, he was probably a good few years older than you and you bet he had the ladies swinging left and right with that face. Too bad he had a shitty attitude though.

“Well, that doesn’t give you an excuse to tow my car away.” you deadpan.

“How much do I owe you for the unfortunate accident then?” his tone was rich and low but you detected no remorse in it, it was as if waving huge chunks of money would help tremendously. The asshole couldn’t even properly say sorry to you because of the hard time you had to go through that time.

“None,” you scoffed, “Just hand me your laundry and pay the fee, we’ll call it even.”

The raven-haired man tilts his head and carefully hands you the laundry bag along with a wad of cash, your eyes immediately widen out of character, “Woah, wait-”

“For the troubles.” He simply replies, “Goodnight.”

You later found out that his full name was Sakusa Kiyoomi and not only was he rich, he was filthy rich. The man used to be a big volleyball player back or something when he was in high school and college but instead of becoming a pro player, he had inherited the family business.

“Huh, so he was a capitalist.” You stare at his picture at the morning paper which was coincidentally an article about him. You decided to forget about it, expecting to not see him after that night since Hinata had no classes or practices these upcoming weeks yet weirdly enough, he started to ask for you to pick up his laundry instead.

So you both fell into a strange routine, you’d pick up his laundry and return it the next day. He was also there to pick up his things and you no longer needed to talk to the rude receptionist. You were suspicious of him yet you decided to just overlook it, he gave good tips and he wasn’t as rude as the first time you met him, in fact, he made small conversations now and you sort of got to know the man.

You had a weird dynamic but strangely enough, it worked.

“L/N-san.” 

“Good evening,” You greeted per usual, holding out your hand yet his eyes squinted at the bandage on your hand.

“What happened.” the raven-haired man asked, his gaze zeroing on the wound that you got in one of your classes.

“I’m a med student...I cut myself instead of the cadaver in class.” you shrug nonchalantly as you wiggle your fingers, “It’s alright though, I’m not going to stain your suit that you keep putting back to the laundry for some odd reason.”

“You got hurt.”

“Happens to the best of us.”

Sakusa mutters something incoherent under his breath before saying, “I’ll take you to your car.”

“Woah there-”

The man ignores you as he walks ahead of you, this was certainly getting out of character, even for him who always asked for you, “Open it.” He orders as he points to the car door, you begrudgingly obliged and did as he said. He places the laundry inside and turns to you to give you his usual pay, “Take care of yourself next time, L/N-san.”

The very next day, your aunt hands you an expensive package of ointments on your doorstep. Your brows are furrowed together in confusion as she says that they’re from the millionaire himself. You pointedly look at the package in front of you, completely lost as to why someone like him would send something like this to the person who he wasn’t exactly close with.

“Y/N-saaaaan…” Hinata drowns, you snap your gaze from your notes to the young orange-haired boy, “I’ve got news!”

You had stopped working for your aunt since you found a job at your university’s library, not only were the hours more lax but they even minus some of the tuition as long as you worked there. It was definitely a win-win situation for you.

“What’s up, orange?” You asked.

“Remember Sakusa-san?”

You hum a reply, “What about him?”

“I think he likes you.”

You almost choke on your saliva when you heard that, this little brat, why you ought to-

“He looked really disappointed when I said that you didn’t work for us anymore.” Hinata explains, cutting your thoughts short, 

“Right.” You drawl, shaking your head, “Maybe you were just hard to look at, that’s why.”

“Hey!” He clenched his fists together and pouted at your tone, “I don’t even know why he likes you!”

You feel a vein pop in his forehead as you hear his insult,  you proceeded to chunk a pillow to his direction in which he successfully dodged, “Get your facts straight and I assure you, he doesn’t like me.” you grumbled, returning to your books.

Ultimately, you thought that you’d never see Sakusa Kiyoomi ever again. It was fairly obvious that outside your job, someone of high caliber as him was someone you’d never see again yet you're immediately thrown off guard when you find him standing there around your campus.

Your eyes widen in surprise, well what do you know? it was the devil himself.

“Sakusa-san.”

“L/N-san.”

Man, you may not have seen him for a month or two but despite wearing the mask, you could tell that  e still sported the same blank and basic bitch face behind it. Hinata was wrong in all ways, this guy wouldn’t like you, he’d probably deem you too low class for him, “What a surprise, it’s been a while.” You stiffly bowed down.

“You’re acting weird.” 

You raise your gaze to meet his and you could see the glint of amusement in his eyes.

“You’re most likely a guest in the university.” You mumbled, scratching your head, “People might come at me if I treated you as casually as before.”

Sakusa raises his brow, “That’s funny coming from someone who was this close to punching me during our first meeting.”

“You were being a dick that time.”

“How you have guts to say that to my face amazes me every time.”

“Oh yeah?” You chortled, amused by his statement, “I’m starting to think you’ve taken a liking on me.”

“Was it not obvious when I kept asking for you from Hinata-san?”

You immediately choke on the coffee you were sipping, burning your tongue in the process, “Okay what the hell, sakusa-san-” you said in between coughs.

Your freeze up when you look at him dead in the eye, his eyes crinkling, was he smiling behind the mask? No way, the Sakusa Kiyoomi was smiling at you? He pulls down his mask and bends down, making you retract your steps and your cheeks flush to a brightly red color, “You’re turning red.” he points out loud and that makes you turn even redder.

“You’re acting weird.”

“You were getting dense.” 

“How was I supposed to know...to know that…” You try to stutter out, completely embarrassed.

“To know what?” 

“You know what.” You grumbled, standing up a bit straighter and ignoring his teasing tone, “I’m not interested in you.”

“Your red cheeks say otherwise.”

“It’s the cold weather.” You harshly replied, looking away again, trying to avoid his gaze, “I’m not interested in a boyfriend, a flirting partner, or whatever that is. So good day!” 

You immediately stomp away, leaving Sakusa Kiyoomi with an amused smirk. How entertaining and adorable, you looked like a bunny. His cute bunny.

A few days had passed from that little interaction and you wanted to hurl yourself out the window whenever you thought about it. Sakusa Kiyoomi? The filthy rich capitalist Sakusa Kiyoomi? Interested in you? What kind of k-drama was this?

You tried to avoid going out much in the campus, Apparently he was around after he donated half a million to the medicine department.

You immediately groaned out loud at the thought, there was in no way that all this was possible!

“L/N-san.”

You immediately jump on the spot and drop your keys, “Holy fucking-” You pause, biting back your tongue, there he stood sporting a casual attire instead of a business suit and his usual face mask,  “Sakusa-san?”

“Kiyoomi.” He smoothly corrects.

“Nice. Very nice.” You dryly replied, “Heard you donated half a million and some new equipment to our department. Sweet.”

“You don’t look that happy.”

“I mean you basically confessed that you were interested then decided to donate to my department only.” You narrow your eyes suspiciously, “You remind me of a sugar daddy.”

“Well,” He shrugged, “You didn’t exactly deny that you wanted one.”

Your brain immediately short-circuits as you try to stutter out a reply, Sakusa looked like he’d been having a field day. Gone was the fiery girl he met a few months ago, he really knew what to say to reduce you to a stuttering mess.

“I’m kidding, L/N-san.” he deadpanned when he realized that you weren’t giving him a straight answer since your mind was jumbled up, “It was purely coincidental, we’ve been eyeing certain medicine departments and yours was performing top-notch. It doesn’t mean that I’m any less interested in taking you out.”

“You do know I’m poor right…” You sweatdrop, “I could easily take advantage of you-”

“One date, L/N-san…” he says, ignoring your very weak argument, “Just one then I’ll let you go.”

You don’t know why but you ended up saying yes that day.

You didn’t know what to expect on your first date and you had your fingers cross the whole time that he wouldn’t take you to an expensive michelin star restaurant since you didn’t have the clothes for the place.

Thankfully, the date was more casual than you expected, it was in his home and he had  cooked the meal himself.

“You’re looking oddly relieved.”

“I can’t function well in expensive restaurants.” You sweatdrop, covering your awkwardness with a laugh. You’ve never gone on dates before, the idea of being intimate with someone had made you feel awkward and bothered. 

“I’m not a big fan of public areas so I assure you we're not going on those anytime soon.” 

“Well aren’t you getting confident.” You raise a brow, teasing him a bit as you start to pick on the beef with your chopsticks.

“Call it a gut feeling, L/N-san.”

“Y/N.”

“What?”

“You asked me to call you Kiyoomi and well,” you turn red once again, “Well it would be awkward if you were all formal with me.”

You saw the small twinkle in his eyes, “Y/N.” your name rolls out of his tongue smoothly and you feel your heart hammering on your chest, “I like that, Y/N…” 

It was in that little moment that you realized that you liked it when he called your name.

The dinner went by without a hitch, Sakusa Kiyoomi was not the same arrogant man that the media portrayed him to be. He was quiet, understanding, and soft. Completely the opposite of the first day you met him. He urged you to talk more about yourself, saying how boring and open his life was since the media tailed him a lot.

“Why Tokyo?” 

“Why not?” You shrug, swishing the wine before taking a small sip, “It’s a great place, it’s new, and I had someone I knew here. My mom and Obaasan were good friends so I was allowed to move here on my own.”

“Are you coming back to your country if you’re done with your studies?”

You were silent for a moment, “I don’t think so. I wanna be like my parents.”

“A humanitarian doctor, huh?”

“Yeah.” You smile, “A humanitarian doctor. How about you? What’s your story?”

“Nothing interesting.” He glazed, “I’m an open book, Y/N.”

“Open book?” You tilt your head to the side, “You’re usually painted as an asshole by the media…”

“But you don’t believe it.”

“You kinda were when we first met.”

For the first time, you hear his soft chuckle and your heart starts beating fast. You liked that sound, you wanted to hear something like that again, “You always know how to amuse me, Y/N.” he shakes his head, “And for the record, just because I’m not comfortable with touches, public places and whatnot does not make me an asshole...I just am a very private person with interests…”

“What’s your interest now?”

“You.” He replied nonchalantly, making you look away..

“Stop.”

“What?”

“Stop doing that.”

“Doing what?”

“Flirting with me with a straight face like you mean it!” You choke out, turning red.

“Because I do mean it, Y/N.” He shrugs. “I am interested in you.”

It seemed like that little date you had turned out more successful than you thought, one date led to another and another. This went on for a few months until he asked you to be his partner one night at a very random place, you usually pictured Sakusa Kiyoomi to be the smooth type     you were, after all, always the stuttering mess between you two     but when he asks you to be his officially, outside the public restroom of all places with his ear tips turning red, your reduced to a heaping pile of giggles.

With men like him, you didn’t exactly expect anything more than the dates.

You should’ve known better that he was too good to be true.

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[forever-rogue]

hey, lovely, can you do #135 from the 390 prompt list for Agent Whiskey, if it sparks anything please

Prompt Used: “I think I’m in love with you and that scares me to death.”

Pairing: Jack Daniels x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: language

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A small huff left your lips as you tried to open the front door, shifting the bags of take out to one shoulder. After a few moments of struggle, you finally managed to open the door to your apartment but found it surprisingly dark and empty. Odd. Jack should have been home by now; he’d said he was going to leave the office early today to be home in time for dinner.

“Jack?” you decided to and see if he was home - maybe he’d just forgotten to turn the lights or had just gotten home himself. Shuffling into the kitchen, you flicked on the light and set the bags on the counter. Taking out the containers one by one, you hummed under your breath and tired to decide what drink would go best with the Chinese. Perhaps it didn’t need to be anything fancy, so you grabbed a couple of bottles of beer and set them on the counter, “Jack? Baby? Are you home?”

When you still didn’t hear a response, you trapezed to the bedroom, turning on the hall light, stopping short of the bedroom when you realized it was all dark. He wasn’t home after all. Very odd. Fishing your phone out of your pocket, you scrolled through your notifications to make sure you hadn’t missed anything from Jack. But there was nothing. Zero, zilch, nada.

Pulling up his contact information, you quickly dialed his number and impatiently waited while it rang. And it rang, and rang, and rang, before going to voicemail.  

“Hey, Jack,” you tried to keep your voice as pointedly neutral as possible, “it’s just me. I thought you were going to be home early tonight? I-I got...all of our favorites for dinner. Maybe I...maybe I had the wrong day? Anyways, it’s been a bit since I’ve heard from you, so just let me know you’re okay or when you’re coming home. I love you.”

Ending the call, you frowned before heading back into the kitchen. You’d wait for him for now. Hopefully he was coming home soon and this was all some sort of misunderstanding. Grabbing your beer, you headed into the living room and pulled up Netflix, deciding to watch something while you waited.

And you waited. And waited. And waited.

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But he never came. And he never called. And he never texted. He had gone radio silent.

At first you had been frustrated. Annoyed and upset, but then you became worried. It wasn’t like him to just disappear. Never.

So you kept trying to contact him to no avail. You’d called and gone to Statesmen headquarters to try and get some answers but no one was willing to give you any information. It seemed like they were all clamming up and refusing to help you. It was so odd...you’d never once experienced any sort of push back from them. None of his other friends or any of your friends had any information to provide either. It seems like a weird fever dream, but the fact that you continually woke up to an empty bed reminded you that it was all very well.

After a few days of the odd silence, you’d exhausted every resource you could think of. There was nothing else you could think of doing and it was driving you crazy. It was like Jack Daniels had just up and disappeared. But you knew he wasn’t dead - you knew that for a fact because you’d kept checking the news for any deaths and online obituaries. He was gone without a trace.

But why was the real question. Why? Why? Why?

You hadn’t had any sort of fight or argument or anything of the sort, there was nothing to suggest why he would suddenly leave. The only other tangible thought you had was that for some reason it was for your safety...but even that seemed like a stretch. He wasn’t taking on any work that proved extremely dangerous anymore, and things had been quiet. None of it made a lick of sense.

After almost two weeks, you weren’t sure if you were angry behind measure or desperately worried. At this point you just wanted answers, some sort of sign that Jack was alright.

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You were sitting in the kitchen, in the very early morning hours when you should have been asleep, drinking coffee that was too dark and strong to be good. But it was the only thing keeping you company besides the agony of your loneliness. You picked up your phone and started scrolling through your social media aimlessly, but for whatever reason, you decided to try and call Jack one more time. You were positive that it was just going to go to voicemail, but you knew that you had nothing to lose at this point.

So you listened to it ring and ring but then to your surprise and shock...the call was answered.

“Hello?” he sounded tired, like you’d woken him up and he hadn’t even checked the caller ID. Your breath hitched in your throat as you realized that this was the first time you’d heard his voice in weeks; this was your sign that he was alive. Your surprise left you in stunned silence for a few moments too long, “hello? Who’s there?”

“J-Jack,” his name was but a mere whisper off of your lips as you tried to keep it together. You didn’t want to scare him and have him end the call then and there, but you needed to talk to him, “i-it’s me!”

"Oh," it was a sudden realization on his end as the line went silent for a few moments...clearly he hadn't meant to pick up this call. Your heart plummeted into your stomach as your brain tried to rationalize what was happening...normally he would have been overjoyed and excited to hear your voice, "hi."

"Jack," you let out a sigh of relief just knowing he was alive, "i-its been two weeks. I was worried sick, baby. You're alive, I'm so glad to your hear your voice."

"I'm fine," you could hear him rustling around before letting out a long sigh, "I'm...yeah."

"What the fuck happened?" there was a note of irritation in your voice as you realized that he didn't seem to want to explain his sudden absence, "I was waiting for you, that night we were going to get Chinese, and you...you never came home. I called and called and I searched everywhere for you. Where the hell have you been? I-is it work? Will you be home soon?"

There was nothing but jilted, stoic silence on the other end of the line. It was cold, hurtful, and every moment felt like it was a knife twisting in your heart.

"Jack?" you felt like banging your head on the table as you willed him to say something...anything, "Jack, please say something. I think you owe me at least an apology for up and leaving! I was worried sick, day and night!"

"Its not work," his voice was cold and steeled, "I'm...I'm not coming back, I'm sorry. You're right - I should at least have told you I was leaving so you wouldn't worry."

"What do you mean you're not coming back?" your throat constricted and suddenly your heart was pounding loudly in your ears. You couldn't have heard him right...right?

"I am...I'm not coming home," he repeated and this time it resonated in your soul, "I'm sorry...I can't come back."

"What the fuck?" your eyes stung with tears as you blinked back stinging, "you're just gone, no note, nothing. I felt like I've been losing my mind for the past two weeks and all you're telling me is that you're not coming back? What happened - what changed? Did I do something?"

"I know you're angry and you have every right to be. I should have...I should have said something and not just left you in the dark," he admitted with a heavy sigh as you scoffed, "but I'm sorry...I just can't come back. I don't expect you to forgive me or for you to understand."

"We've together for two years, Jack! Two years!"

"I know that," tears spilled down your cheeks as you tried to keep your lips from trembling, "and I'm sorry it ended this way."

"What ended? Why? How...it was just a normal day and then...you never came back," you didn't bother to hide your tears as your hands shook, "you just never came home. You left me...you left me do easily, without a word or anything."

"I'm sorry-"

"You're sorry?" your hurt and upset had quickly turned to anger and irritation,  "you're sorry!? I came home and expected to find my boyfriend and instead I got nothing! Absolutely nothing for two weeks and now you're sorry? That's rich, Jack. Why?"

"Please don't be upset..."

"I think I have every right to be upset," you whispered gently, "you just left me. I love you, we've been together for two years and you don't want me to be upset? I have every right to be upset! You owe me an explanation!"

"I left," he stated as you snorted, "and I didn't do it in the best way at all. For that I am sorry. But you have to understand I have my reasons."

"What reason could you possibly have for just leaving me?" you wanted to scream and cry, buy the worst of all was that you still just wanted...him, "why would you just leave me? Am I not enough?"

"No," he stated firmly, "no, you are more than enough. It's...me. I think...I know I'm in love with you and that scares me to death."

"You...love me but you left," you repeated back to him, "you love me but you're scared. So instead of talking to me about it...you just left."

"You know what happened to the last person I loved," he reminded you of the young wife and unborn child he'd lost. But that had been a long time ago and while you knew that the wound would never fully heal, you'd expected a little more faith in your relationship by now, "she was taken from me - everything was. I can't let that happen again."

"Jack, I know that was a lot to deal with," your voice lowered and softened as you ran a hand over your tired face, "but that was years ago and it's going to happen again. You can't just shut everyone you love or might love out. It's not fair to them or you."

"I would never forgive myself if something happened to you on account of me," that night of defiant determination crept back into his voice, "the only way to fully ensure your safety is to leave. I didn't do it in the best way, but it is the only. For what it's worth, I am sorry."

"Me too," you agreed, "I'm sorry you didn't feel like you could talk to me about all of this and tell me what you were feeling. I love you, Jack and nothing is going to change that. I wish you'd trust enough in your heart to come back to me."

"I'm sorry," for the first time it sounded genuine and like he actually meant it, "I do love you. But I don't trust myself...or anyone else not to prey on that fear. This is what's best. I'm sorry but I can't come back."

"Jack," you grew panicked, "please don't do this, please don't go. We can make make work-"

"I'm sorry," he insisted but you were still left incredulous, "but this is goodbye."

"Jack, don't..." the called ended and left you with silence. You stared at your phone before slowly setting it down and burying your face in your arms. Jack was a stubborn man and you knew that there was no changing his mind. Your whole life had just been changed and determined by one simple, horrible decision. Maybe...maybe one day he'd come to his senses...maybe.

"Goodbye, Jack."

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hii !! i hope youre having a great day/night. 

can u do the prompts “Wow, i didn’t realize you were that…flexible.” and/or  “Do you think they can hear us through the tent?” “Yes we can.” for zuko atla ? maybe hes the firelord and they go on a trip to the woods with the rest of the gang ? male reader please.

A/N: Yo…Leviathan wrote this with the help of a friend. Teddy was gonna write this and then said, nah. Not my ZuZu so I was tasked with editing our friends draft and I…may have gone overboard and just like rewritten it even though I have a distaste for smut.

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: Smut, +18, voyeurism, tons of subtle fire puns sue me

x Male Reader

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Smut Prompt: 63

“Wow, I didn’t realize you were that…flexible”

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Smut Prompt: 110-111

“Do you think they can hear us through the tent?”

“Yes we can.”

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They had travelled for hours to make it to the Western Air Temple, their feet heavy and their heads warry, and yet as soon as they set their belongings down, Aang suggested a sparing match. For fun of course, to blow off steam, get everyone a little sleepy so that they could rest a little easier that night. Zuko agreed, partnering up with the air bender whilst Sokka turned to Y/N, the only other non-bender in their group.

Y/N let out a hefty sigh at the look of tired determination on his friends face, “don’t go easy on him, Y/N,” he heard Katara call from where she was setting up the fire to cook for the Gaang’s dinner. Toph walked over to the side and stomped her foot on the ground erecting a tent of rock just large enough for her to fit inside.

Sokka huffed before approaching Y/N for their fight, both landing blows with fist and weapon though the two seemed evenly matched as usual. That changed the moment Y/N’s gaze drifted towards the other men’s fight, his eyes watching as Zuko moved unaware of his stare. Sokka took the opportunity of Y/N’s distraction to land a particularly hard blow to his friends leg swiping it out from under him.

“Point to Sokka!” He exclaimed in excitement as he danced around Y/N’s prone being.

“Shut it, boomerang boy. I was distracted,” Y/N pouted not having noticed the other two had finished their sparring match. Aang laughed loudly at the nickname for Sokka causing him to blush a deep red.

“Stop laughing, Aang! And it was fair, doesn’t matter if you were distracted or not!”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah!”

With that, Y/N used his leg to swipe Sokka’s feet out from under him before clambering over and holding the blade of his knife to the other man’s throat.

“How ‘bout that for fair?”

Sokka huffed before pushing the knife away with his finger, pushing Y/N off gently and getting up.

“Yeah yeah, your win again…I’m starving!”

Y/N watched Sokka run over to the camp fire and start bothering Katara before he too made his way closer to the others, grabbing his tent supplies to set up his and Zuko’s shared tent. The two were forced to share a tent due to lack of space; Sokka, Aang, and Katara were sharing the larger tent and Toph made her own so the other two males were left with the smaller tent.

The non-bender tried to set up the shelter as quick as possible, but we all know that tents are stupid and never want to be easy. His ear perked up as he heard the others laughing with eachother, but he paid no mind, instead keeping his focus on the task at hand.

A hand on his shoulder a moment later startled him out of his trance like state of trying to put the pole into the fabric.

“Sorry…I didn’t mean to startle you, it just looked like you needed help with the tent?”

Zuko.

Y/N’s heart hammered in his chest as his eyes turned to meet the other’s.

“Oh, uh…yeah, that would be great,” he muttered. It’s not like he was nervous around Zuko because he was a fire bender, no he was nervous for a much different reason. Zuko had been so kind to him ever since Y/N joined the Gaang, like sure he was close to everyone but Zuko was especially sweet to Y/N and the non-bender didn’t know why.

“Hey, are you feeling okay…by the way? I uh…I noticed you took a pretty hard fall earlier when sparring with Sokka,” Zuko questioned, raising his head momentarily to glance at the smaller male.

“Oh…ha, you saw that huh? Yeah I’m fine, a little sore, but I’m fine.”

“I could stretch you out if you want?”

Y/N’s face grew bright red, his grip on one of the poles turning white as his head snapped in Zuko’s direction.

“Huh?” He managed to squeak out in shock as Zuko looked up in confusion.

“What? Did I say somethi- oh…oh no that’s not- I-…” Zuko quickly cut himself off, his face also a deep crimson color from realization.

“No, no you’re fine, I’m sorry that was on me,” Y/N awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck before standing up from the now pitched tent.

“But I do think I’ll take you up on that offer, I have some really bad kinks in my neck and back.”

Zuko’s face turned a deeper red as he heard Y/N’s words leave his mouth this time causing the smaller man to sputter and stumble over his words.

“Wait- I- no…I just…”

“This is so awkward to watch…” Sokka commented from the campfire, a spoon being held in front of his mouth. Y/N immediately flipped him off in response, his eyes cast downwards in embarrassment.

“Come on Y/N…let’s just get in the tent and stretch your muscles,” Zuko suggested, gently guiding Y/N into the tent before he zipped up the entrance, “So just uh…take off your shirt and lay on your stomach I guess.”

Y/N’s face stayed the crimson color as his hands reached for the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head in a quick swipe. His hands shook as he tossed it to the side of the area before lowering himself onto one of the sleeping bags on the ground, shivering slightly as the cool material of the fabric.

After a few seconds of awkward silence, a pair of warm hands made contact with Y/N’s back.

“I’m gonna start now,” Zuko whispered as he slowly dug his fingers into the smaller males back. Y/N let out a soft gasp as he felt the man’s fingers press into the sore sports of his body.

“Tell me if it hurts okay?”

“Y-yeah, it feels nice so far.”

Zuko nodded in response though he realized a second later that Y/N could not see him and blushed in embarrassment. After working on his back for a few more minutes, he tapped on the boy’s side.

“Can you turn over, I’m gonna do your legs now.”

Y/N felt his face flush before he slowly nodded into the fabric of the sleeping bag rolling his body over to expose his bare chest to the older male. Zuko’s eyes immediately zeroed in on the pink nubs that stood erect on Y/N’s chest wanting nothing more than to reach out and grab them, play with them, and have them in his mouth, just to make the smaller boy squirm in pleasure.

He quickly shook the thought from his head as he let his gaze trail down towards the younger male’s legs, eyes pausing only momentarily to stare longingly at the bulge in Y/N’s pants.

“Can you uh…can you take your pants off too? So I can get to the skin! Not anything weird!”

Y/N let out a nervous giggle before sitting up slightly and tugging off his pants revealing his briefs.

“A-alright, thank you,” Zuko breathed, his eyes trailing along Y/N’s legs in awe of the color and how incredibly soft they looked. He gently placed his hand on one of the smaller boy’s legs, gently lifting it to get it into a position to stretch out the muscle. This particular stretch has Y/N’s leg up in the air with Zuko’s body directly pressed against it and situated between his legs. Zuko felt his heart start to hammer against his ribs as he began to push Y/N’s leg towards his torso causing a small whimper of pain to release from the smaller boy’s mouth.

“Was that too far?”

“N-no it felt good, keep going.”

Moving on, he continued to push Y/N’s leg all the way up to where the boy was almost doing the splits.

“Wow, I didn’t realize you were that…flexible,” Zuko gulped, his eyes staring directly into Y/N’s. Y/N blushed deeply as he raised his hands to hide his face from the other man.

“I was close friends with Ty Lee and her family growing up so…” the younger male stated, his body shaking in nervousness.

“You’re shaking,” Zuko observed, pulling back from the stretch but keeping the smaller boy’s leg propped over his shoulder, his finger’s slightly digging into the skin.

“A-am I? That-that’s strange, ahaha.” Y/N felt time stop as he watched the fire bender turn his head to look at the smaller boy’s leg before placing a gentle peck against the skin. Not to be cheesy, but the place where his lips touched felt like a flame had been placed and spread from there sending a heat to his stomach.

“Zuko?”

“Hm?” Zuko hummed in response, slowly leaving more burning kisses along the length of the smaller boy’s leg, “What is it, firefly?”

The was it, the straw that broke the camel’s back. Y/N was hard and obviously so especially since Zuko was still pressing his body against the non bender’s.

“Zuko…” Y/N breathed, an argument playing out within his head debating on whether or not to continue with the actions the two were about to partake in. There were so many possibilities that something could go wrong, but…he could be with Zuko finally. His head felt light as he weighed the options before he finally made up his mind.

Zuko watched slightly amused as Y/N dropped his hands from covering his crimson face and sat up so that their faces were centimeters apart.

“I want you.”

Zuko’s face flushed softly across his cheeks before he nodded slowly, using his free hand to cup the younger man’s face, bringing their lips together in a heated kiss. Y/N let his shaking hands slide into the silky hair of the Fire Lord. A grunt left Zuko’s throat as he adjusted his position, accidentally not so accidentally grinding his growing bulge into Y/N’s raging hard on.

Y/N’s lips parted in shock, a gasp escaping him before Zuko plunged his tongue into the younger man’s mouth. Their tongues seemed to wrestle for ages, but soon Zuko won out before he gently guided Y/n’s body back onto the sleeping bag.

They parted for a second to catch their breaths, Y/N’s entire being seemed disheveled, his hair was a mess, his clothes were missing, and his lips were glossy and swollen from their passionate kiss. All in all, Zuko was close to going feral over that sight alone.

Y/N’s hand reached out and gently stroked the scarred side of Zuko’s face before he pulled the older man back down to him to place a few soft kisses against the scar.

“You’re so handsome…” he whispered against Zuko’s skin causing the Fire Lord to shiver.

“I could say the same to you,” Zuko chuckled, his fingers gently tracing over the smaller mans face before he trailed his hand down towards Y/N’s exposed chest.

The non bender’s back arched into Zuko’s hand as soon as it made contact with the pink bud, a whimper leaving his lips, begging him to touch him properly. Zuko let a smirk cross his face as he took the bud between his fingers, gently tweaking it carefully and yet enough to make Y/N squirm, soft breathy moans escaping his lips.

“Zuko, take your clothes off too…” He whined, reaching up and tugging at the Fire Lord’s tunic. Zuko shook his head in amusement before he stopped his actions, letting Y/N’s leg fall beside him as he pulled his tunic over his head.

“You’re so cute, Firefly.”

Immediately, Zuko was back to attacking the smaller man’s nipples though this time he used his mouth, sucking and gently nipping at the hard buds. Small sounds of pleasure left Y/N’s mouth at the assault, his fingers gripping at Zuko’s hair. The taller man raised an eyebrow at the action, lifting his head slowly to gaze at his partner with a slight smirk.

“What is it now, hm Firefly?”

“I-I wanna touch you too…”

Zuko’s eyebrows raised higher in shock before his smirk grew exponentially.

“If you want to baby, I’m not gonna stop you,” he chuckled, sitting up slowly to allow the other man room to move if he so pleased. Y/N took the opportunity to sit up before switching up his position to be on his knees. He then crawled toward Zuko slowly before letting his hand rest just above the waistband of his pants.

Y/N looked up at the Fire Lord for any hesitation, seeing none, and then continuing to grab both the waistband of his pants and his boxers, slowly pulling them down to expose the older man’s length. The smaller boy felt his heart stop at the size. It wasn’t the longest he had seen but fuck, it was a girthy motherfucker. He swallowed harshly before taking it into his hands, slowly pumping the length of the shaft before leaning his head towards the tip.

His tongue slipped from between his lips, letting it kitten lick the very tip of Zuko’s cock before he slowly engulfed the head with his mouth. His head was spinning as he began to pump his head up and back down the shaft, though he couldn’t get very far seeing as his mouth was slightly small for the width of his cock. A few seconds into the endeavor, Y/N felt Zuko’s finger’s slide into his hair causing him to glance up at his partner.

Zuko’s eyes were glazed over in ecstasy as he stared down at the smaller man, his teeth harshly bit his lip as Y/N ran his tongue up the side of Zuko’s cock once more before traveling down to his balls. His mouth continued to roam the areas he knew were weak points, exploiting them and causing Zuko to groan a little too loudly.

Both males froze in sudden fear of their friends hearing them. They stayed frozen for a few seconds before Y/N looked up at Zuko with concern.

“Do you think they can hear us through the tent?

“Yes we can,” came Toph’s response causing both men’s faces to flush violently as they jumped away from each other.

“I-I’m so sorry!” Y/N squeaked out before sliding into his sleeping bag and hiding his face from Zuko. The taller male’s face was in no better shape than Y/N’s was but he let out a soft chuckle before crawling back over to Y/N.

“I didn’t get to finish,” he whispered in the smaller man’s ear causing him to tense, “What are you gonna do about it?”

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The next morning, Zuko and Y/N woke to the bleary, dark circled eyes of their friends. 

“Good morning everyone,” Y/N chirped happily, his face seemed to be glowing after the previous night. The four people sat around the camp fire sent exasperated looked back at both him and Zuko who had just ducked out of the tent.

“Yeah, morning guys,” He stated before slinging his arm over Y/N’s shoulder nonchalantly.

“I hate you guys,” Sokka stated before turning back to his food.  

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On The Sidelines (Nick Fury)

Request: Hiii, could I request an angst and fluffy Nick Fury x Reader? The S/O knows that Fury loves them back, but he doesn't want a relationship 'cause is overprotective? Hope you can do it ☺️ have a nice day!! 💖💖💖

Pairing: Nick Fury x Gender Neutral!Reader 

Warnings: swearing

Word Count: 1k

Masterlist

All afternoon Tony has tried to make me feel better, but nothing’s working. Ever since that stupid incident with Ultron I’ve been treated like a baby. I’m not even the baby of the group anymore! Peter took that spot when he joined the Avengers. Fury used to send me out all the time on missions, lately he’s just been dodging me. It’s so frustrating! 

"No I don't want a burrito!" I snap at Tony. 

His tongue ticks. "What about-" 

"Not shawarma either!" I groan. 

He leans over the back of the couch, hovering over me. "How can I do to help?" 

I whine, rolling. If I watch another rerun episode of Keeping Up with the Kardashians, my head will explode. "I'm feeling trapped! It's been months since I got hurt! I'm fine now! Why am I being kept here?" 

"You were in a coma for a week," he reminds. 

"That was half a year ago!" 

"You took a hit. It scared everyone." 

"I'm stronger now!" I reason. 

He nods. "We know that." 

"Tell me why I'm stuck here all the time? Even Peter gets to help out and he's a kid! I control the elements for Pete's sake! He has webs!" 

"Peter has his restrictions too. His little Spidey suit is on training wheels," he tries to explain.  

"He got to help you when you and Cap. got a little West Side Story." 

"He also wasn't around for Ultron. You were. Imagine the guilt I feel every day because my machine knocked you out for almost ten days!" 

"Minor details." I dismiss. 

Suddenly, Peter swings into the room from the balcony. Every day after school he comes here for assignments, training, everything I can't do. 

"Hi guys!" He greets all cheery. 

I growl and roll onto my side to hide my face into the couch. 

"What's wrong with her?" I hear Peter whisper to Tony. 

"Not a good time kid." Tony ushers the boy out of the room and returns to me. 

"See!" I huff once we're alone again. "He gets to swing around all over the city and I-" 

"Go talk to Fury!" Tony concludes, making his way toward the door.  

"But!" 

Tony snaps. "Look, I don't always make the calls here! I make most of them, because well, I'm me. But go to talk to Fury, this is his department. Bye! Have fun!" He departs, following Peter down the hall. 

I huff and hide my face in the pillow beneath my head. "I hate it here." 

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I follow Tony's advice and make my way downstairs to meet with Fury. His worker bees say he's in the control room with his command team of agents. I swing open the massive metal doors to the control room and everyone's typing away on the computers. 

"And do we have eyes on Loki?" Fury asks. 

"Yes, and the remaining Infinity Stones are still secure." Agent Hall states from her desk. 

"Afternoon!" I greet, knowing darn well I'm not supposed to interrupt. 

"Uh Y/N," Agent Hall rises from her chair and intercepts me. "This is a classified meeting." 

"Oh my goodness! Fury standing at his panel while you all type away at your computers? You never do that! Seems real serious!" I sass. 

"Please-" 

"Okay, Agent Hall, respect you loads, but you're going to need to back off!" I shout over her shoulder at the man who has yet to acknowledge my presence. "Nick!" 

A silence falls amongst the command team. No one calls Fury by his first name. 

Fury's head falls with a sigh. "Everyone give us a moment please." 

Everyone hurries out the entrance behind me, mutters traveling amongst them. 

He finally turns to face me with a sigh. He's visibly frustrated. "You can't just barge in here like that and you can’t call me ‘Nick.’ People will begin to suspect something and-" 

I get right to the point. "Why am I sitting around here like a stay-at-home mom waiting for her kids to come home from school? Why am I not being used?" 

"Y/N, you're injured,"he reasons calmly. “You’re not ready.” 

"I'm fully healed and you know it! I’ll just go find my own missions!” I huff, determined to prove him wrong. 

"Given that it’s a stupid-ass decision, I’ve elected to ignore it. The blood damage to your brain needs to pass a series of tests before I send you in,” he determines. 

"Then put me under and take your samples! I can't sit around here anymore! I'm going crazy!" 

"You're one of our bests. Don't expect the baddest of the bad missions," he grumbles, turning back to his control panel. 

I laugh, standing beside him. "I'm not one of your bests. I'm just an elemental. Everyone knows Tony or Banner are the favorites." 

"I don't play favorites." He defends. We both know that’s not true. 

I laugh. "Bullshit, but okay," I shrug. 

"Watch your tongue," he warns, never breaking his eyes away from the information on his board. 

I huff. "I just need to know why I was recruited and brought here at sixteen if I'm not even going to be used? I might as well just go home and-" 

Fury slams his hands against his panel and his eyes meet mine. "Because I can't lose you!" He snaps. "We had a close call last time and I'm not going to send out on a death mission! You can do press tours, conferences, the mild fights here and there. But I won't send you to ground zero for complete chaos, not again." He releases a deep breath, collecting himself before turning his attention back to his work. "Tell anyone I said that and I'll deny it until my grave." His eyes flicker to mine. "Okay?" 

I nod, still stunned. "Okay." Quietly, I begin to the exit. Well, I got my answer, it's just not what I expected. Now it's all starting to make sense. 

"Hey!" Fury's voice booms and I'm prepared to be yelled at again. I turn over my shoulder and he speaks over his shoulder. "I love you." 

I smile. "I know. I love you too," I tell him. "And don't worry. I won't tell anyone that either." 

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Masterlist

[cienie-isengardu]

Not only do I not regret asking you to "RELEASE THE RAMBLES!", I'm sending you requests for more. Below is a list of questions that I asked @bihansthot , and enjoyed their answers, but because you are so thorough, and answer in such depth, I'm re-asking them to you.

Brace yourself, it's a list. I didnt have time to sort thru them, I just copied and pasted, so if any are questions you already answered before, please feel free to include the links.

"LET US BEGIN!"

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In the spirit of potential future writing,  I'm trying to find a building that  would make a good substitution for Lin Kuei temple.

I've tried looking up ancient Chinese military barracks/forts, and have found some stuff,  but is all exterior.  Anyone know of any locations (or several I can cobble together) that would make good inspiration fodder?

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So, uhm, religion? What's the Lin Kuei's take on that one? I know they are aware of Gods, they team up with/ encounter Raiden all the time,  and have literally worked for/against Shinook, so I know they recognize higher powers... but I  guess the question is,  do they care?

Do they have a religion,  or spiritual practice that resembles religion? Or do they have a more practical approach "gods exist,  but we just consider them very strong people"?

Which segues into... do they recognize and participate in holidays, or things like birthdays? Or are all their celebrations work related (I.E. successful missions or levels of combat mastery)?

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Food.  What foods do they normally eat? What foods do they like?  What foods don't they like? What foods do they absolutely love so much they'll stop what they're doing to get it?

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If you had to match the Lin Kuei with a dynasty,  what one would it be? (I know the 2021 movie has the opening in the Ming dynasty, so the Lin Kuei is at least that old,  but given that movie Bi Han hasn't aged in 400 years, and was taken is a child,  its probably much older) (and also know the game probably cherry picked random Chinese things it liked).

What do you think the Lin Kuei's view on artistic culture (probably not the right word) is? I know they are heavily militaristic,  but in the game,  Kuai Liang offers Hanzo tea and he properly prepares it the Japanese way, that says they have something of an education other than just related to fighting?

Lastly,  in the movie,  everything Bi Han does is "for the Lin Kuei", but the Lin Kuei is on Earth (assumedly),  and he is working for a guy who wants to enslave Earth, so what do you think the deal is?

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Question about the Cryomancers. I know the game lore says that they are supposed to be rare, but I also know that the Lin Kuei have had at least 5 (grandpa, papa, older, and younger Sub Zero,  and Frost). 4 of which are part of 3 generations that inherited it even with mixed blood (I'm assuming Mama Sub Zero wasn't Cryomancer since they left her alone).

That's a lot of generations in a row for a rare trait... So do you think the Cryomancers as a group have figured out they're being hunted and have chosen to live in hiding?

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Lin Kuei society question? I like writing so I also like world building and I think about these things.

Is Lin Kuei society ever covered? I know there is a Grandmaster, a handful master assassins (Sub Zero's, Sektor, Cyrax, etc) and the  movies always have a bunch canon fodder lesser assassins.

And they live in the very isolated Lin Kuei Palace/Temple in Arktika (or wherever it used to be)

But is Lin Kuei (we'll call it "village") ever covered?   Do they have willing servants, kidnapped slaves, or a mix of both? Are there women (non fighter women,  I know there's Frost) or do they employ strictly male help? If there are women, what's their role, and are there children born there? What about Elderly? What about resources,  is everything (from food, clothes, weapons, and the raw materials to create them) grown or manufactured on sight by skilled laborers or do they import/interact with the outside world? How vicious or civil is this society, could you be killed for looking at Sektor wrong or do they value your services to a degree? What's the degree? This is obviously a combat culture,  but is everyone expected to know martial arts of some variety, is it optional, or do they prohibit it among the servants/slaves? How strict are they on things like clothing, food, alcohol,  drugs, "luxuries", or pleasures? Money? If they interact with the world do they recognize and use $$ currency, commodity currency, or a mixture? Internally are the Lin Kuei payed or just provided for? What about illness or injury,  if you're not a master and it a serious injury/illness are you taken care of or do they just give you a quick death?

Etc. That's all the questions I can think of,  but please feel free to answer questions I didn't ask,  if you think of anything else.

Thank you for this wonderful list to talk about! I’m gonna split the answer into smaller parts, for better focusing on each aspect but also so I don’t feel bad for keeping you waiting for ages, lol. For now let’s focus on asks about the religion!

So good questions! I do think they have some spiritual practice(s) because in martial arts the state of a mind is as important as the physical body and religion is one of many ways to shape someone’s mindset from a young age. I do, however, think that Lin Kuei does not worship the gods. They are aware that the gods exist (with Raiden as the thorn in the side) and may even respect their supernatural powers and battle skills but it never has stopped Lin Kuei from desecrating holy places, murdering people and stealing stuff for the best price. So, it seems to me that whatever religion the members of the clan follow, by nature it is rooted in nontheism.

Of course, there is also a chance that Lin Kuei worships some forgotten deity or deities (as a remnant of their ancient connections with Outworld / realms conquered and destroyed by Shao Kahn?) or may even practice ancestor worship which seems like a good way to uphold a widely understood tradition that plays an important role in the discussed community.

The closest thing to religious practice was seen in Mortal Kombat X, when Sub-Zero and his warriors seemed to pray together before statue of god / deity / ancestor / legendary warrior / personalized thing they value the most (sadly, my knowledge about Asian religious practices or faiths is very limited so I don’t have idea if the statue is supposed to represent any real god/religious symbol).

At the same time, it could be just a bluff since Grandmaster was aware of Cage’s team infiltrating the Lin Kuei territory and used this moment to lure them into a trap. Additionally, Mortal Kombat X comics presented once Kuai Liang sitting before the same statue albeit in a completely different (devoid of reverence?) position.

Of course, if we take into account Mortal Kombat Armageddon, the game states that Lin Kuei Temple placed in Arctika was actually once the Temple of Delia (the great sorceress & wife of god Argus) that at some point get abandoned and re-used by Sub-Zero’s clan.

(In the background, we can see a statue of Delia that Lin Kuei does not worship but did not remove for whatever reason. Mixing both old and new games, we can only wonder if MKX!statue is also the remnant of someone else's faith/religion?)

Beside that, Kuai Liang was pretty vocal about Lin Kuei not worshipping the Elder Gods, what was seen in MK11’s intro dialogue with Cetrion

Sub-Zero: The Lin Kuei do not worship the Elder Gods.

Cetrion: We seek gratitude, not worship.

Sub-Zero: I see no distinction.

and personally did not have any reason to pray to the goddess:

Sub-Zero: Why should I pray to you?

Cetrion: Why does a bird flap its wings?

Sub-Zero: I asked a simple question.

In all fairness, in MK11 Kuai Liang seems the most passive-aggressive toward the Elder God while Frost is focused on her ambitions and Noob!Bi-Han just wants to be left alone when bothered by Cetrion. Similar thing happens toward Raiden. Despite gratitude for saving him, Kuai Liang does not spare the god criticism (can’t serve both Elder Gods and Earthrealm, isn’t fit for his role of protector) and in MKX outright says he does not fear divine beings:

Raiden: Sub-Zero...

Sub-Zero: I fear no gods, Raiden.

Raiden': That's why you shall lose.

Surprisingly, Kuai Liang’s interaction with MK11!Fujin sounds less accusing than with Raiden and Cetrion and it is connected closely to their ties with Bi-Han. And maybe Kuai Liang did seek in the past Fujin and other elements to make a peace with them, like he planned to do so in Mortal Kombat 4 Limited comics?

"I came here to make peace with the gods of the elements that you fought [...]"

Anyway, the accusingly behaviour toward Raiden and Cetrion could be just Kuai Liang’s personal dislike for gods and serious authority issues, which makes sense considering how much he suffered because of their meddling and conflicts.

But honestly?

The available examples of Lin Kuei attitude toward gods, demigods and supernatural beings suggest how little the warriors - especially cryomancers - care for them.

Like, we have Bi-Han in Mythologies, who asked Quan Chi about details of mission:

Sub-Zero: If it's so precious, why don't you get it yourself?

Quan Chi: I cannot enter the temple until the four elements within its walls have been defeated. And I am not on the best of terms with the gods of your realm... especially your god of thunder.

Sub-Zero: Tell me about these elements.

Quan Chi outright said he and earthrealm gods weren’t friends and Bi-Han, reading between the lines, could get the idea that he may end on bad terms with Thunder God. Yet he was interested only in elements (lesser gods than protector of realm?) guarding the temple.

Then Bi-Han beat down four demigods and met a displeased Raiden after Quan Chi got the Shinnok Amulet. His reaction? No fear, like meeting an angry god was a normal occurrence.

Rayden: Do you realize what you've done??

Sub-Zero: I was just earning my living.

Rayden: Your clan's ignorance and greed will cost this entire realm. You must now set things straight.

Sub-Zero: Quan Chi could simply be a lunatic sorcerer. I've never heard of an elder god named Shinnok or of a place called the Netherrealm.

Rayden: Well, you'd better start believing in both, because you're going to the Netherrealm and you're going to bring the amulet back. We must act quickly. I have no dominion in the Netherrealm... You are reality's only hope.

Sub-Zero: I'll do it, Thunder God... but only because I have no choice.

And once he came back from Netherrealm, where he was fixing what he messed up in the first place on Raiden’s order, his abrasive attitude did not change much:

Sub-Zero: Here... the amulet.

Rayden: Impressive, Sub-Zero. Perhaps you will reconcile your reckless past after all.

Sub-Zero: That's it? Not even a thank you?

Of course, to some degree Raiden’s words did have an impact on Bi-Han but even the god’s warning about his soul tainted with evil did not stop him from coming back to Lin Kuei. Bi-Han’s attitude and/or approach to gods seems to change somehow once he was reborn as Noob, but that is a different matter for different times.

Anyway, Mythologies!Bi-Han and MK11!Noob act less aggressive toward gods than Kuai Liang. But then we have Sub-Zero from from the MK novel by Jeff Rovin, who not only is not afraid of gods but outright insult them:

“Wait! Be warned, Shang Tsung. He is cursed!”

“Cursed? By whom?”

Ruthay wailed, “By the immortal Yu.”

Shang Tsung felt cold spiders crawl up his spine. “The demigod Yu?”

“Yes… he who is said to dwell in the underground caverns of Horse Ear Mountain… which is sacred to the goddess Kuan Lin. He who protects the canals… and the tunnels… and looks after all who use them, human and animal.”

“What did our brash friend do to Yu?”

“He… killed a man,” said Ruthay.

“What man?”

“A toll-taker… one who had given up a life of crime… one who had been a partner of the man… you… seek.”

“And how did that crime come to the attention of the spirit of Yu?” Shang Tsung asked.

“The man was killed… slowly disemboweled with a sword… while accomplices forced his wife and his son to look on! After his murder… the man’s remains… were dumped into a canal!”

Shang Tsung raised an eyebrow. “Is that all? I was expecting something truly terrible!”

“It was!” Ruthay shrieked. “When he disposed of the body… in that way … he profaned one of the sacred waterways… of Yu!”

Shang Tsung smiled now. “Then he is definitely the man I want,” he said. “Anyone who is impudent enough to insult a demigod won’t be afraid to attack a member of the White Lotus Society, or the gods who watch after them. I will send Hamachi, Ruthay. When he nears his goal, see through his eyes and guide him!”

Book!Sub-Zero was impudent enough to insult a demigod which is why he was one of Shang Tsung’s favorites. And to be clear - book!Sub-Zero did not regret insulting the demigod at all. Even more! He found humor in it!:

He dwelt in a cave two hundred feet up the face of a cliff by the sea. The mouth of his home was barely wide enough to accommodate a slender adult, and was accessible only by climbing the sheer wall of rock, a feat that was impossible for most adults and daunting even to the few arachnids and marsupials that tried it.

Maybe some of them were even sent by Yu, he thought with a smirk, little assassins who would chastise me for having spilled blood in his precious canal.

The less abrasive attitude toward gods was shown by Cyrax, who talked a bit with Raiden over Bi-Han’s remains. He wasn’t outright antagonistic but wasn’t overall respectful either. He talked with Thunder God like he would talk with any other human being that wasn’t actually Scorpion. Frankly, from the named Lin Kuei only MK9!Smoke actually addressed Raiden in respectful manner, with proper bow and the name of lord

albeit did he do so because he respects the divine beings or just out of gratitude for saving him, hard to tell for sure.

So yeah, it seems like no matter what kind of timeline or age or medium of the story, Lin Kuei does not fear gods nor pray to them. And the clan has a long history of dealing with Raiden, so the Lin Kuei had first-hand experiences with supernatural beings. Somehow, cryomancers are the most impudent warriors when it comes to dealing with or criticizing the gods.

Interestingly, as much as Lin Kuei warriors don’t care for gods, most of the known to us named characters believe to have - and to care - for their own souls. Sektor and MK11!Frost embraced the Cyber Lin Kuei idea but Kuai Liang, Cyrax and Smoke were opposed to C.I. project out for concern for their souls among other things. Even Bi-Han, to some degree became concerned about his soul after trip to Netherrealm.

Believing in souls is usually a sign of belief in the afterlife, albeit after all of them went through (the change into cyborgs, death and change into Revenants) this is less a matter of faith (religion) and more first-hand experiences. And let's not forget that regularly dealing over the centuries with Shang Tsung who steals people's souls on a daily basis makes it really hard to not believe spirits are real.

Also, an interesting matter of Lin Kuei practices that could have a religious/spiritual ground and/or be an example of ancestor worship is the clan’s funeral rites. I don’t think we actually saw any Lin Kuei to bury their own (especially after warrior’s failure?) and for sure MK9!Cyrax and Sektor did not bother to take care of Bi-Han’s remains. However the sources provide examples of Lin Kuei keeping corpses, most likely of their own leaders or warriors.

And so, we could see human remains:

put in two coffins on each side of statue

hidden / kept in a block of ice(?) in chamber of Fallen Lin Kuei in which Frost’s frozen body was also laid, but on the altar

Cyrax’s cyber body was kept and guarded by Sub-Zero (and this is like the only thing that Kuai Liang and Cyber Sektor so far agreed on)

and even Cyber Sektor’s remains, even if just for pragmatic reasons, are kept in what seems to be respectful manner:

It could be just Kuai Liang’s good nature to honor fallen of his clan (I’m still not sure if Lin Kuei Palace is the new place for Sub-Zero’s clan or the ancient hideout) but even in MK Conquest TV series, after Grandmaster was killed by then-currently-Sub-Zero, there was the farewell ceremony with clothes on display (cause there was not much left of body after freezing and shattering) while new leader gave the speech promising to punish the guilty.

Which makes me think that Lin Kuei did honor their fallen warriors (especially those exceptional, deserving). Such custom and apparently common belief in soul could also support the ancestor worship - both as some ancient, mythical ancestor(s) connecting warriors into one clan (family) and tradition to follow in the footsteps of forefathers (Bi-Han taking place of his father [old timeline] or grandfather [current timeline] or Kuai Liang taking Bi-Han’s place as Sub-Zero).

My general conclusion about Lin Kuei is that its members believe in souls, have respect and use of spiritual matters (meditation?) and maybe ancestor worship. Whatever the religious / spiritual practices they have over the centuries, it is not something they will share, as the Lin Kuei by nature are secretive people who keep personal things mostly for themselves. The people that joined the clan (Cyrax and Smoke) maybe kept their old, eventual religious beliefs but overall, Lin Kuei warriors did not fear, care for nor pray to gods. They may respect god (Raiden, Fujin) as a person but not because of their divine nature. And even that would not stop them from criticizing said god. Which is pretty much how Kuai Liang and Raiden’s relationship looks like. Grandmaster is grateful to Thunder God for saving him but he won’t blindly follow his authority.

(Kuai Liang has serious authority issues, hasn't he?)

As for holidays, I can’t really see Lin Kuei to follow any specific religious (theistic) special day cause they don’t care much for gods in the first place. Unless they worked undercover and needed to act as normal human beings, religious holidays would mean nothing to them. The warriors may however celebrate their mission success, combat mastery or promotion between themselves or in secret, I think. Like, Lin Kuei did forbid friendship because it was considered warrior’s flaw yet we know some members either were blood-related (Kuai Liang, Bi-Han, previous Sub-Zero - father or grandfather, depending on which timeline is correct) or considered each other a family (Kuai Liang and Tomas Vrbada) and most named characters worked in duos so they have both opportunity and knowledge about each other to celebrate important matters. If they managed to remember anything from previous life, that is. Because from ancient to at least Great Kung Lao’s times most(?) adepts were kidnapped from biological families at a really young age (something around 6 years old). And Mythologies: Sub-Zero takes that even further:

Its warriors are chosen at birth to be raised apart from the workings of day to day civilization and are stripped of their former lives. Only the clan knows their existence. Each of them posses certain skills and abilities that set them apart from normal men. These abilities are passed on from generation to generation and honed throughout the experiences of life.

So, celebrating birthdays doesn’t sound like happening much, unless those with family around could allow themselves such luxury. The clan may however celebrate the day of becoming a fully trained and sworn warrior? Or the fallen warriors? Who knows.

Also, something worth thinking about: in Mortal Kombat Conquest TV series, when the Grandmaster presented newly appointed Sub-Zero to the rest of the clan, he “celebrated” the cryomancer's first official performance as the execution of two men who failed their mission. So, yeah, celebration of something special in (old) Lin Kuei does not necessarily mean anything nice.

(The next part of answer most likely will be focused either on food or architecture / origin of Lin Kuei. Let's hope I will get it written sooner than later)

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RELIGION <> ORIGINS / ARCHITECTURE <> FOOD <> FOR THE LIN KUEI <> ART <> CRYOMANCERS <> LIN KUEI SOCIETY <> MONEY & MATERIAL GOODS