#they have mutual respect for each other but they are getting the fuck outta there asap
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Headcanons for sukuna as a volleyball player - idk if i wanted this to be set during highschool or not so i guess it'll be kinda generic or all over the place haha,, dedicated to @luvkun4 my love, who likes haikyuu and sukuna so its a perfect combo for her
warnings; NSFW, throat fucking, rough and angry sex, degradation, femme reader, youre kinda his pocket pu$$y but also his sweet gf, minor angst but with happy end -- this wouldve been a good fic but i dont have the energy for a fully written fic nowadays, im alr working on a billion rn
edit; THIS ENDED UP BEING SO LENGTHYY sorry, i wanted to add in the drama
right.. idk from where i should unpack this
we all know... sukuna would be competitive as fuck.
i know for a fact that he hates losing so much
which is what makes him such a good player tbh, the balls not gonna touch the ground as long as hes around
he’s a wing spiker, and definitely the ace (cough, totally not inspired by this gorgeous fanart)
hes so mean and arrogant but is willing to demonstrate teamwork in order to win and so theres obvious respect between him and his teammates
uraume is the manager, tho its clear that they favour sukuna the most pff
sukunas such a powerful player, no one can beat him one on one and hes so sexy when hes playing seriously
volleyball sukuna and his fuckin horse cock, u bet u wanna get wrecked by his shii
problem is, i cant find a creative way of how yall first met
idk, probably through mutual friends, out in a big group at a restaurant ?? maybe you hooked up with him afterwards and you both caught feelings for each other
yeah something along those lines
anyway ofc seggs after matches are a regular thing haha
its almost an expectation that you come to see his games now
here comes the smut smut smut
vb sukuna would totally drag you into the unisex bathrooms so you can “help him relax” right before the game starts...
nothing like cumming down your throat to get him all warmed up
and youre such a whore for him, you can never say no bc YOU DONT WANT TOOO <3
even tho you make a fuss about the icky floor pfft, he grunts and lays a bunch of toilet paper for u to kneel on, what a gentleman
his soft groans as he lodges his thick cock into your warm mouth, and then pushing your head down to go even deeper
the pleasures just too great, the thrilling mixture of being in a public toilet right before a big match, fucking your tight throat raw
and your teary eyes, fluttering your lashes up at him with a mouthful of dick, he could laugh from how adorable you look
after hes done spurting stringy thick ropes of his seed down your esophagus hes just: “thanks babe... you sucked the nerves right outta me.”
and you know its bullshit bc hes smirking in that sarcastic way, and its a fact that sukuna doesnt know what it feels to be nervous!!!
lucky for you, he treats you better than anyone else - he wipes your mouth and kisses you before parting ways with you
likes to give you another smirk once he finds you amongst the audience
its crazy how much energy he still has after games
on the rare occasions when his team loses... oh boy
100% takes his frustration out using sex
just thinking abt the simmering anger...practically throws you onto his bed
pins your body down and slamming into you with his whole body weight
ruins you so bad, bruises and bites literally everywhere
but like... you’re into that shit
butterflies in stomach whenever the other team ends up winning
“ugh...fuckin’ squeezing me like that... you don’t want me to stop, do you?”
“maybe you like it when i lose a game. what a whore.”
“sukuna...sukuna, too bi-big..”
“oh? and you’d think this cunt would be pretty used to it by now,” he responds cockily. it turns you on when he uses such vulgar language.
spills so many loads into you, youre like a cream filled donut by the end
spanks you too, handprints on your ass and all - omg imagine the strength as a vb player
the aftercare is nice, usually he brings you to the bath immediately and check you out if you need ointment applied to your skin or vice versa
but it wouldnt be surprising if he got lazy with it on some days, especially after an exhausting game, having sex on top of that is gotta be tough
also he spends a lot of time training and practicing, which adds to your loneliness
sometimes you overthink it and feel like youre just being used, but instead of communicating it, you just act more sensitively around him
and vb sukuna sucks at picking up the small cues, so he just thinks youre being unreasonable
the two of you get into a pretty heated argument which ends with you storming off one time
theres a bit of silent treatment going on, but then afterwards you start talking with him “normally” again
theres an obvious distance growing between you and him, and your attitude is colder than it used to be. sukuna thinks its something thatll pass sooner or later
but then you text him, saying that you wont be able to come and see his game
thats not right. hes had a few fights with you before, but you’ve never skipped out on coming to watch him like this, ever.
but being a prideful tsundere he is, he just replies with a “do whatever you want” before chucking his phone off to the side (which he checks later again, to see if you said anything more after that. you didnt.)
on the day of the match, hes constantly checking the crowd if youre there
its not like *glance* he cares *glance* about you coming *glance* or anything *glance*
his mates raise eyebrows and tell him to focus properly and hes never looked scarier lmao
they won in the end, but the taste of victory isnt the same
the group wants to celebrate and go to some restaurant to eat but he skips out and goes home alone
and when he opens his door to an empty and dark living room, he cant shake off the feeling of uneasiness in the pit of his stomach
totally doesnt google search “signs of an incoming breakup”
feels worse afterwards
eats a nice and nutritious meal he cooked for himself, but it tastes kinda like cardboard
i said previously that sukuna doesnt know what feeling nervous is, but now he does, hes terrified youre gonna pull the breakup card on him, he wont know how to deal with that
he has a feeling that if he doesnt do something about this now, he will lose his chance forever
sukuna calls you but you dont pick up
he finds his way to your front door and rings the bell, and you call out from the other side asking him what he wants from you
“why didnt you pick up any of my calls? i want to talk.”
he hates how whiny he sounds.
you crack open the door ever so slightly, so only one of your eyes are visible to him
“about what?”
“about... this. about us.”
“...you’ve been crying. let me in.”
he gently pushes open your door and you stand out of the way, letting him
...and he starts with an apology. about saying mean things to you during the argument, about acting like he doesnt care when he does (he cares so much abt you that it drives him mad), pretending not to notice how upset you were
you watch him sternly, but end up bursting into tears bc youre so relieved he came out and admitted to his faults, and that theres hope for this relationship
youre bawling as he pulls you into his arms, and you confess that not going to see him and treating him coldly was the hardest thing youve ever done in your life
sukunas so relieved you still feel deeply for him, and simultaneously upset bc youre upset
you reveal that youve been feeling neglected, feeling like he only liked you for your body, and you too, apologise for not communicating that and acting sensitively instead
hes appalled, calls you an idiot but then retracts that statement and denies ever having thought in that way
the two of you snuggle up so close together in your bed, communicating and chatting and catching up for hours while he occasionally eyes the mountain of used tear-filled tissues in your room, rather concerned
for a while, he doesnt initiate sexual activity unless you specifically want it bc he wants to prove he likes spending quality time with you just as much <3
and when sex does eventually happen, he makes it very romantic and meaningful, with proper aftercare, continuously whispering “i love you,” throughout
and he shall do anything to have you keep loving him back.
some general stuff with vb sukuna:
mad tall. i wont give an exact number but anywhere between 195 - 200cm tall :>
mad horny. hes like an animal
hes such a big eater,, i mean, i see sukuna as a big eater in any au but this one in particular bc hes an athlete haha
u probably make protein shakes for him and stuff, but hes not rly on a strict diet or anything, he just eats anything and everything
has a lotta fangirls >:( but he ignores them now, after he met you >:) but before, he probably played around a lot and hooked up with some >:( he never liked any of them to stick around, tho >:) except you >:)
goes on morning runs, at like 6am and gives u a kiss on the cheek beforehand
is so fucking touchy clingy, always needs you on his lap, hands under your skirt or shirt
the last guy who tried to hit on you got a nosebleed, getting hit with a volleyball (its so funny, he changed his aim mid-spike during a practice match)
haha he was sent to the bench for that one (everyone was chuckling behind their hands)
the headband was given to him by you, bc he once complained abt having to gel his hair every morning + gel doesnt keep his hair in shape when hes sweating excessively
thats all for today <3 thanks for reading
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kinda schlubbly anon and terminally indoor bun boyf go for a walk, hijinks ensue
hijinks that kinda sound like the signs of heatstroke.
huh.
no but seriously
if i cannot have the lovey-dovey ooey-gooey relationship of a slightly unhinged terminally online sex symbol maniac and the 7.5/10 some guy you'd see in a games workshop who are so perfectly made for each-other in media I shall simply create it.
reality can be whatever I want.
but like
not in a early 2000's rom com starring seth rogen kinda way but in an intimate character exploration slowburn you'd read on ao3 wit 29 chapters
tell me how anon was there for bun in a desperate time of need and how that mutual trust and respect blossomed into an unbreakable love
show me the ways they care and support eachother in the tiny moments
how when anon comes home he can hear bun's chair scoot out from under his desk and how that alone puts just the biggest grin on his face
how when bun hears the door open his heart skips cause he gets to hear how his day went (and also hug the shit outta him)
fuck
looks like I better get to writing or something UGH
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The difference between DNI’s and callouts, bc apparently there be discourse again and I’m tired.
People should be allowed to have DNIs and should be allowed to have DNIs and should not be shamed for curating their experience so that they feel comfortable/safe.
And you should respect their boundaries.
It’s not elitism, and even if it was, who fucking cares. No one owes anyone anything. Folks are allowed allowed to be selective.
They’re not telling you who you can and can’t interact with; they’re telling you who they’d prefer not to interact with, and that they’d rather not interact with anyone who associates.
Can be low key awkward when you find out why someone is on someone’s DNI, and you have to make a choice - or if followed them/interacted in the past, but don’t anymore - and you don’t know how to communicate that… but uh.
Don’t be a dick, and just. Respect each other and don’t disregard these things that people put in place for a reason - their safety/comfort/peace of mind.
They’re not douchey. You’re douchey, if you do.
Literally every DNI list I’ve ever seen - no one airs their dirty laundry publicly. If you’re curious they’ll tell you privately their reasons for including someone.
Meanwhile, callouts…
Callouts that warn people about the behavior of others is one thing, if someone is being actively harmful… but if someone is just minding their business?
And you decide to drag their name through the mud with horrible assumptions and allegations, for no discernible reason?
Get the fuck outta here with that.
If you don’t like what somebody writes - be it an interpretation of a character/a ship/etc… you don’t have have to interact.
There’s no need to launch a smear campaign against them?
Again, if someone is writing really gross stuff like with children or animals, or being abusive towards others ooc… that’s obviously it’s own thing. You should absolutely tip people off to that.
But when someone portrays a character as being of age and you come in with your extremely bad faith assumptions and make claims as to their intent for doing so. Or you spread lies and misinformation.
Like. Why? What do you hope to achieve? Did OP hurt your feelings somehow? Does it work you up so to see a character interpreted in a way you don’t agree with?
I just. Brains. Use them, if you have them.
I love my circle of affiliated mutuals, and the people who I haven’t really interacted with but we’ve lurked upon each other for some time. And I want to be more social here, reach out to people, do more things. But all the never ending bullshit is discouraging. I think I’m kinda good in my corner where we’re all just happily vibing?
We all know each other’s intentions, and are able to communicate with each other like adults. Idk.
This is supposed to be a hobby. It’s supposed to be fun. An escape.
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What would ur OCs be like with the Sinclairs 🤔 I feel like Boone and Bo would either be total brodude buddies or they’d try to kill each other in 0.02 seconds.
Bo and Boone bond over their misogyny and torture basements YAAAAAAAAAAY!!!! But no really wgsvdggdgsh lemme give it a think here.
So with Bo I can see Alan having a respect for him, mainly with all the work that's put into the town and how many people they've lured and ahem populated their town with. Personality wise Bo and Alan probably wouldn't get along. There's a mutual respect but that's where it ends. Their interests and life experiences don't mesh very well, and I can see Bo not wanting to give Alan the time of day for being a "Rich guy with a stick up his ass." While Alan has been closer to poverty than Bo might realize, he does have a lot of privilege that he can't deny. So yeah. Big personality clash.
Bo and Boone on the other hand would get along famously. I think the only way the two of them would have problems is if there was a territorial thing going on. Otherwise, if they were on neutral ground first they would probably get along perfectly over beers and shit talk. They both have a similar style of capturing and killing victims, though Boone would never personally lure them in. But yeah, I really don't see them having a problem as long as they don't get too territorial lmaooooo
I can see Alan getting along slightly better with Vincent. At the very least, he would admire his art which is like... bare minimum for Vincent. While they really don't share a lot of similarities, Alan would at the very least be cordial with him and tell him that he enjoys his work. That is until he finds out there's actual corpses inside the wax figures and then he would probably be sweating on the inside trying to figure out how to get the fuck outta dodge lol
Boone has little to no interest in Vincent. He's not an art guy, he doesn't see the point in keeping all the evidence in town inside of the wax figures, and it all seems very impractical. He wouldn't outwardly be an asshole to him, but he might give him a few grunts of acknowledgement.
Lester, on the other hand, Alan might be a bit in over his head with. Alan would never be able to handle all the road kill and the pit and the smell of everything so he would probably look like death any time he would have to be in contact with Lester as he tries his damndest not to let his stomach turn. Internally he thanks God that Boone is far more manageable.
Boone and Lester would probably get along in the way of a brother type relationship. I can totally see Boone just playing the dickhead older brother type role and making constant jokes and teasing him. It's all pretty lighthearted though, and I can see Boone being the type to try to play wingman for Lester and utterly failing cause he just comes off as a dirty old man. Poor Lester lmao
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Got any Kazumaji headcanons?
OH BOY DO I
but that's such a broad topic hrmmm I'll just give a few under the cut for the time being
if you want me to go into more specific hcs, feel free to ask ;)
I like the idea that they're gushy mushy in love and hold hands and pork each other behind dumpsters but they're still frenemies or rivals or whatever the fuck cuz I like making them harass each other. There's fluff but also a mutual sense of animosity (loving) because their personalities are just so polar opposite. Prolly ooc but my content and preferences are a lil more on the funny lighthearted stuff than angst - which I like don't get me wrong but I leave that to other people
I think Majima is very protective (and clingy) over Kiryu, not because the guy can't handle himself obvs but he just can't lose more people he cares about. He'll do anything for Kiryu, even at the cost of his own personal safety and Kiryu takes advantage of that, whether or not he's actually aware of doing so. Kiryu however is a lil quicker to deny Majima depending on what he wants but is equally just as loyal
Kiryu is protective tho knows Majima's fine on his own so he often leaves him to his own devices. He's comforted that Majima's someone who he doesn't have to save or worry about constantly - in the damsel in distress sense. I'm sure he'd worry about Majima getting off'd all the time of course. He'd prolly be more concerned about Majima's domestic life such as if he slept or took care of an injury properly. Maybe hits up Saejima to see how Majima is doing since Saejima's very upfront
both of them are touched/emotionally starved people so in private they're very intimate but they like to keep it aloof in public, especially Kiryu who gets easily embarrassed. Majima doesn't give a rat's ass but will tone it down if he gets his ass beat so either way he wins. Majima knows when to get serious tho and it can sometimes surprise Kiryu how focused he can get
when it comes to heavy shit, Kiryu's more open to talking about it than Majima who sorta just clams up. It takes a lot to get anything substantial outta Majima and Kiryu respects when he doesn't wanna talk. He figures something's wrong when Majima's more jokey than usual and they bond over unresolved trauma lol. When something’s bugging Kiryu, he’s usually off doing his whole lone wolf bullshit and Majima has none of it or at least, works from the sidelines since he knows how stubborn Kiryu is
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I like to write them as switches for my awful fics lol but I have a strong fondness for bratty power bottom Kiryu who likes to please and be pleased. He can get a lil aggressive when he allows himself to be a bit selfish and Majima loves using that to instigate fights with sexy conclusions. I like to think Majima both enjoys having control and getting his ass destroyed. He gets a kick outta convincing Kiryu to let loose every now and then
Majima's obvs the weird one but Kiryu's also adventurous and just needs a lil encouragement to try new things. He feels good about trying out freaky stuff since Majima would more than likely be 100% on board for anything. Kiryu doesn't instigate often but Majima's very open and supportive when he does so Kiryu doesn't get scared off but will definitely make fun of him if he's being naïve or dorky
they (me lmao) got a thing for humiliation or at the least, breaking down whatever façade each other puts up. Majima's a big fan of edging and cucking Kiryu until he's angry begging. Kiryu likes to play with Majima's impatience and will sit around playing dumb just to hear this grown ass man piss 'n moan about it. They both think each other have very annoying qualities but poking fun is the best part
#this was fun to write n think about#sorry if it's a lot I literally don't stop thinking about them#hcs#nsft#yakuza#kazumaji#kiryu kazuma#majima goro#ryu ga gotoku#long post
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Hi, I'm sorry if this ask bothers you, and I hope it doesn't give you trouble, but I've been thinking and I just need to get this outta my chest.
A lot of Sam criticism comes from Sam "not acknowledging her mistakes", and I can't help but think that's a result of her not apologising as explicitly as people want?
I first want to clear up that I love Sam and believe this is BS, because she does acknowledge when she's wrong. But I wanted to dwell on the why of this belief.
The only "problem" is that her way of apologising is usually not your typical sorry. This is actually common in cartoons. Saying sorry is important and should be featured more often, but storytelling tends to prefer using actions over words because it gives a certain symbolism to it.
Case on point, in Girls' Night Out, Sam's way of apologising to Jazz for not trusting her abilities as ghost hunter is to follow her plan and, most importantly, to acknowledge her as Ghost Getter #1. Something Jazz even beamed at. And that helped them bond.
Sorry this got long, may I ask your opinion on it? If you don't want to answer, that's okay, thank you for your time 💖
Hi @geekgirles! I’m so so sorry it took me this long to reply - I’ve been really busy getting back to work! I also wanted to rewatch this episode both for fun and also to better answer this.
Firstly, you are not bothering me at all and this isn’t too long! I’m seriously so honored you would ask for my opinion!
Also, you bring up a good point. I never really thought of that. Sam is a lot more mature than Danny and Tucker, so it would make sense that she knows actions speak louder than words.
Also I actually love this episode. The only downside is the forced tension between Sam and Jazz, and I say forced because they get along well in all the other episodes. They just had it for a plot point in this episode because Sam and Danny were getting closer to being a couple, and I guess she needed “family approval” even though she basically lives at Fenton Works already. It was definitely forced tension, which honestly is stupid and I hate it. But also, some of the best lines are in this episode!
“What was that?”
“What? You think you’re the only one who can drive men away?”
“One of us is gonna have to dress up like a boy.”
“Oh come on, it’s because I wear boots right?”
“Wow.”
“Frightened now?”
“No, I can’t believe you have a girlfriend.”
“Uh, why are all these women armed?”
Seeing all the women, human and ghost, team up is amazing and hilarious. Its cool to see how ghost powers can combine.
It’s also hilarious to have all the couples - Danny and Sam, Johnny and Kitty, Ember and Skulker, Spectra and Bertram, even Jack and Maddie (and the friendship between Dash and Kwan, the mother/daughter relationship between Jazz and Maddie, and the father/son relationship between Jack and Danny). In the end, everyone learns a little something about someone else, which is both dope and a great lesson and character development.
Anyways, back to Sam and Jazz in this episode. Tucker is also kinda standoffish to Jazz, it’s not just Sam. Sam is a bit more sassy (when is she not?) but Tucker is also rejecting Jazz. I think Sam is justified to be worried about Jazz joining the team (she doesn’t have as much experience fighting ghosts, earlier in the series she wanted nothing to do with ghost hunting, when she tries to help she usually sucks Danny in the thermos) even though Jazz is improving. I don’t think Sam had the right to be kinda nasty towards Jazz, but it is also kinda Sam’s character to be like that towards anyone who isn’t Danny and Tucker. But again, the tension between the girls was forced in this episode, because Tucker was hesitant towards Jazz too and yet the focus of the episode is on Jazz and Sam.
I’ll get to the apology thing, but I think something I see often other than “Sam doesn’t apologize” is “Sam always ends up being right so it reinforces her bad behavior” - which I still don’t get. Now the apology. The example you brought to this conversation is a perfect instance of Sam being wrong and admitting it. She tells Jazz good job when Jazz is excited her plan worked, and called her ghost getter #1. They are shown complimenting each other later on and going out for ice cream together. You are correct - in her actions, Sam has not only admitted she was wrong and apologized, but she also accepts and compliments Jazz, and vice verse. Sam may not have said “I’m sorry, I was wrong” like she did to Paulina in Parental Bonding, but actions can speak louder than words. It’s one thing to say “I was wrong sorry” and not really mean it versus actually enthusiastically accepting and complimenting Jazz both for her plan and how well she handled the equipment. At the end of the episode, I think it’s safe to call them friends, and not just sister and best friend of Danny.
Another thing I’d like to point out: we’ve seen Sam use the bazooka and Jazz use the ghost peeler, but in this episode they are essentially using each other’s weapons and complimenting each other on how great the other is doing (can I just say that Sam with the ghost peeler is fucking badass). That’s mutual respect and approval. It’s better than just an admission of being wrong and an apology.
So between this, her apology to Paulina in Parental Bonding, and even her literally saying “you were right” to Danny in DCMH, you could argue that Sam DOES have some character development throughout the show. I’m sure we would have seen much more of the series wasn’t cut short by BH’s selfishness. I think that if there were to be more seasons before forcing the ending in season 3/Phantom Planet, we would have seen more character development in general, particularly with Sam, and I also think the Danny/Sam relationship wouldn’t have seemed as forced as most people see it now. I’m positive that there was seasons of development for their relationship, and the writers basically had to go from chapter 5 to the end of a 60 chapter book in essentially 10 short episodes. Season 3 was rushed, but I understand how the writers still wanted to get to their end game plans for the show to try and tie up loose ends. I think we can all agree that the show did not end gracefully or the way any of us wanted, but remember it is because they were forced to shove so much plot that should go on for seasons into like a third of a season because they were cancelled. It got messy and therefore the execution was poor.
Anyway, that’s way more analysis than you asked for (sorry), but yeah, I can agree with Sam’s form of apologizing not being as straight forward as some would have liked. I hope this answers your question! Feel free to hit me with more!
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Carmen and Gray in a normal AU where he's being introduced to her super overprotective dad (dexter wolfe)
✨ So Carmen tells Dexter about her relationship with Gray 5 months after they start dating
✨ She doesn't like lying or hiding things from her dad, but she knows how overprotective he can be, especially when it comes to guys
✨ She also knows that dads are like this most of the time and that Dexter just hates the thought of seeing a male specimen hurt her
✨ Gray understands this well, but he kinda thinks Dexter is being unreasonable cause cmon man this is Carmen
✨ Carmen is strong and shrewd. She's the definition of those two words so what is Dexter so worried about
✨ Gray actually brings up the idea of meeting Dexter before Carmen does. Carmen always blabbers about her awesome dad and Gray respects tf outta the guy though he's only heard stories
✨ Gray is still anxious though
✨ So Carmen agrees and tells Dexter
✨ " Um dad"
" Yes honey?"
" So I know this is kinda late but-"
" But what?"
" I have a boyfriend, and his name is Gray"
" YOU WHAT-"
" AND HE WANTS TO MEET YOU"
✨ CARMEN BASICALLY FLIES UP THE STAIRS TO HER ROOM
✨ " COME BACK HERE YOUNG LADY WHAT BOYFRIEND WHO IS IT WHAT HOW HUH-"
✨ The atmosphere in the house when Gray comes over on a Saturday night is so fucking tense like-
✨ Carmen sits beside Gray after debating with herself whether she should've sat beside Dexter or Gray. She figured it's be easier to save Gray's life if she was beside him
✨ Dexter is staring at Gray like a cat stares at a mouse
✨ " Uh dad so this is Gray"
" The boy you've been secretly dating for 5 months"
" Yeah............."
" It's nice to meet you sir. Carmen has told me all sorts of wonderful stories about you"
" Gray was really eager to meet you, dad. He suggested this plan you know"
✨ Dexter is now taken aback and though he'd never admit it, a tiny bit touched. He assumed Carmen forced Gray into the household against his will
✨ " Carmen stay here. Gray you will come with me to our balcony for a little interview"
✨ Gray nodded and followed Dexter to the balcony, trying his level best to not shit cactuses. He looks behind at Carmen who shows him her crossed fingers
✨ Once they reach the balcony, Dexter looks Gray up and down
✨ " You're handsome"
" Thank you, sir. You're very handsome too, and Carmen, well, her beauty is exceptional"
" Your accent is rich. Are you Australian?"
" Yes. Born and raised in Sydney now I'm here in America for college"
" What do your parents do?"
" They died when I was in the cradle. I was raised by the caretakers in an orphanage till age 16. I moved out of that place on my own accord and began working at multiple places in customer service. Usually popular cafes, convenience stores, even a Gucci store at one point"
" You earned all that money to come to America for college?"
" No, sir. I finished the last years of highschool in Australia at a public school. I payed the fees for the school and the rent for my tiny apartment. We had lessons everyday and I love reading and learning new things in general, so I also studied books from the nearby library for fun. I developed a passion for technology at a young age"
" So is your college major related to technology?"
" Computer science, sir"
" Carmen's major is general history, worlds apart from computer science. How do you two know each other?"
" A mutual friend of ours, sir"
✨ Dexter is slowly warming up to Gray at this point. He's impressed by how hardworking and obviously street smart he is.
✨ But that doesn't mean he isn't still suspicious
✨ " What intentions do you have with my daughter?"
" Intentions?"
" You heard me"
✨ Gray is taken aback
✨ But, he replies anyways
✨ " I love Carmen with all my heart and I intend on making her happy and showering her with respect. That's what she deserves and I'll make sure it's what she gets"
" Carmen's beauty has no influence on this relationship?"
" Carmen is blessed with great beauty, but that's not at all why I want to be with her. Carmen is strong, smart, and as ambitious as they come. She has the kindest, most righteous heart and I'm enchanted by that more than I am with her beauty"
✨ Dexter is still suspicious 😑
✨ But he's also impressed and approving of the relationship
✨ " I have a feeling your words are sincere and I hope I'm not wrong"
" Thank you very much, sir, truly. I'll treat Carmen like royalty"
" You had better. Blood will be shed if you don't"
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So like I said on my previous post I wanted to info dump about my good boi in his not so good boi form.
BUT before that I do wanna apologize about sounding like a self-entitled asshole but I say this because I'm hyper protective of my stuff. I've been working with this for 21 years so to say I'm protective is an understatement.
So...
The info is in regards to the werewolves in MY setting. While I took a fuck ton of inspo from different folklore I kinda threw a wrench into the engine and put my own twist in it.
This species like every other species and/or breed as well as EVERYTHING in Oracle Corp is closed. Meaning the only people that can insert a character or what have you into Oracle Corp if they so choose are long term mutuals of this site and this site alone.
General info on my werewolves can be found over here. I should update this site more, the forum is priceless for world building info...
So with that bit outta the way...
Werewolves have a pretty bad rep but at the same time they are savage balls of uncontrollable rage that need to rip anything that moves into pieces so it's kinda well earned. But none of the five breeds have a worse rep than the Crossed Breed. Why? Rumors, misinformation and a lot of disinformation.
There was a lot of info about the Crossed Breed before the first Crossed Breed was ever even born. And yes, all that info was 100% wrong.
Why? Cuz whether they're werewolves or human people like to act as if they know everything and take everything they hear at face value. But in all seriousness for the longest time werewolves had been at each other's throats since their conception and at the beginning the four different breeds hated each other but the Howling Ghosts and Outsiders took it to a whole new level after the HGs drove out the Outsiders from their homes. Since then those two breeds have been out for blood with one another.
With time all four breeds mellowed out and began to heal as a community and extended their pack mentality beyond that of their breeds. Howling Ghosts mingled with Mist Walkers, Silver Sights lived with Howling Ghosts, Outsiders roamed with Mist Walkers, in short they all banded together as one big species instead of one big breed...except for Howling Ghosts and Outsiders! Those two breeds refused to get along.
But not everyone shared that same mentality and occasionally you'd find HG and Outsider couples meeting in secret or running away together. This obviously didn't sit well with a lot of the elders so couples were hunted down and killed.
Now, it's possible for werewolves of a different breed to have pups lol baby werewolves but this is super hard and takes a lot of trying which leads to a lot of financial strain and heartbreak. However, those lucky few who do have a pup will find that the breed the baby comes out as will be the breed of the person who birthed it. This is set in stone, it's been tested over and over again and the results are always and will always be the same.
Howling Ghosts and Outsiders though have an even lesser chance to produce a pup. Hate for each other has been so strong it probably wormed itself into their DNA or something. Who knows, I don't ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
An Outsider elder spread the rumor that a child of an Outsider and a Howling Ghost would be a monster with an insatiable need to kill. It wouldn't be able to reason and the "human" part of it would be crazed and if given the chance to grow and become strong it would just kill everything in its path both human and non-human but especially fellow werewolves. Where was the evidence to back this up? Nowhere. Remember, Outsiders did NOT want to ally themselves with Howling Ghosts even if HGs tried to let bygones by bygones. The Outsiders said no. So this rumor spread far and wide. Thing is back in ye olden days werewolf packs were like clans and each had elders which were respected. Packs had no leaders or "alphas" however the oldest members of these packs were sought after for wisdom and guidance. Just because you're old doesn't mean ya can't be a bigoted piece of shi--anyway, the rumor that elder spread caused massive histeria among the werewolf population and set back centuries of community healing and once again each breed stuck with their own. Even though the rumor was centered around only Howling Ghosts and Outsiders nobody wanted to risk it.
So now we skip all the way forward to the 1700s in the colonies, more specifically, Norfolk, Virginia where a half Russian man and a Scottish woman fell in love and met in secret and then married in secret and then actually got pregnant in secret. Remember, at this time it was kinda taboo for two different breed of werewolf to mix because "the dreaded curse".
But this Howling Ghost and Outsider pretty much did the impossible and had a child. Now, all evidence would've pointed to the baby being its mother's same breed so they expected an Outsider. Nope. That baby turned out to be the first Crossed Breed and now instead of four breeds of werewolf we now have five. Which brings us to Angelus.
You know how astrology "governs" a person's entire personality? Born--and I do wanna emphasize this--BORN werewolves also have something similar. Howling Ghosts tend to be assertive, strong and natural leaders. Outsiders are snobbish, traditional and stubborn. Mist Walkers are patient, adventurous and chill. Silver Sights are active, curious and competitive.
Okay but what about the Crossed Breed? Who knows? No, really, who knows? You can't make a basis for an entire breed off the strength of just one individual. Angelus is not only the first Crossed Breed but the only Crossed Breed and given the fact that a decade of brutal child abuse that he sustained altered his entire personality and mental and emotional state it would be unfair and incorrect to base what a Crossed Breed is like just off of him.
Now, Angelus gets a very bad rep. Not only is he a werewolf and like I said at the start werewolves are savage balls of rage that need to rip and tear everything to pieces but he is the living embodiment of a "curse". Centuries of rumors and disinformation did him no favors. Right off the bat Angelus is automatically feared by other werewolves that don't know him. Most werewolves still believe all the false rumors, the fact that out of all the other breeds Angelus is three times stronger, faster, more agile, with three times the endurance and a bite force that would make a Nile crocodile's jaw look limp in comparison, on paper he's actually at the very tippy top of the food chain. Among all other werewolves he's the draft horse of the werewolf world being much larger than a creature that's already large as fuck and his bark, snarls and howls sound vastly different than other werewolves so hearing him would make an atheist start praying. Aside from that Angelus has shown a higher degree of aggression and a tendency to be territorial with not just his things and living space but with people as well, we'll get to that. As far as most werewolves are concerned Angelus is the super apex predator. It does not help at all that if Angelus bites a human they don't turn into a werewolf, no, they die a horrific and agonizing death. If his saliva somehow gets into a human's blood it's game over. That's why he's extra careful around humans.
Knowing this a lot of werewolves feel a lot of different ways about him. Some actually celebrate his existence and believe he's the next evolutionary step for the werewolf, others don't care at all and are just fine with him as he is, after all, all five breeds differ from one another, then there's those who absolutely hate the fact that he even exists, this is due to fear and again misinformation believing the "curse" to be real and that's it's only a matter of time before he snaps and turns violent or just outright envy. Most of the hate comes from Outsiders. Remember that I said certain born werewolves have certain traits? Outsiders are often seen as the weakest of all the breeds and throughout the eons they've developed a kind of superiority complex to balance things out and they just come off as bourgeois assholes.
So with all of that Angelus tends to not parade around the fact that he's a Crossed Breed. Not only to avoid being jumped and attacked but to avoid making people uncomfortable. Not to mention that during that decade where he was being abused he was conditioned to believe he was a freak, a monster, that CBs are not natural and a threat. So being proud of being the first and only CB is a luxury that Angelus cannot afford mostly for his own safety and years of conditioning.
Now let's touch up on Angelus as a werewolf. During full moons all werewolves undergo an invasive transformation or shift, whatever you wanna call it, that turns them into hulking and beastial wolves. At first glance they look like your average wolf but upon closer inspection these things are just MAAAAAAASSIVE with muscle upon muscle, huge claws, large sharp teeth, unkempt fur that's just always puffed out, paws that easily cover a human's whole head and glowing eyes. And by glowing I mean everything glows, the sclera, the iris and the pupil. What color obviously depends on the breed. Add to that that they all constantly salivate which kinda makes them look like they're rabid. They actually are, it's just a far more aggressive and controlled form of it.
Werewolves are usually lone hunters as each full moon they must consume one human heart to sustain their regenerative and immune systems so no werewolf wants competition. However, if they know there's a group of humans then they will hunt as a pack. Once a single heart has been consumed it doesn't mean it'll just shift back into human form and carry on with the rest of the night. They will continue to hunt and often times pair up with other werewolves that have eaten a human heart as the more there are the more successful their kill rates will be. The hearts will remain intact often times they'll just eat the flesh of their victims and lap up the blood. There is literally no point in eating more than one heart so they leave the rest intact in case another werewolf that needs it can come by and eat.
But families of werewolves will hunt in packs and take down prey taking turns in eating the hearts. This has also been observed with groups of friends though their friendship needs to be solid. It's a trust thing, a bond that those in the same pack experience.
Other species have been known to team up with werewolves, most commonly are vampires as they both consume two different things and both need to gtfo to safety before sunrise.
At the end of the night the werewolf shifts back into human form often times groggy from gorging themself on flesh, blood and sometimes bits of bone and cartilage. A werewolf not eating food the day after a full moon is pretty common unless all they were able to do was eat the heart and one person.
Angelus usually teams up with fellow werewolves Trevor, Mahmud, Mason and Madison during full moons after spending the day scouting for potential prey. Think of the most vile groups of people you can think of, that's who they target. There's the blood farms but they prefer to leave that for citizens.
A werewolf in wolf form is uncontrollable. They only have the hunt in mind and that is all that drives them. They get serious tunnel vision during full moons. There is no amount of "power of friendship" or "love conquers all" that will stop a werewolf from killing your human ass. They shift, they hunt, they eat and shift back as the sun starts to rise. End of story.
Unless they're wearing Moonbane.
These are enchanted pieces of meteorites that are shaped into jewelry or accessories for werewolves to wear so they can "suppress the beast". It can be a necklace, a ring, a pair of earrings, a piercing of some kind--as long as it is on the werewolf's body than it'll work.
Trevor, for example, has...gods I think they're called grillz(s?)...I'm so sorry...on his upper and lower fangs which is how he wears his Moonbane. Mason has a charm in the shape of a rabbit's foot and in the back he has his parents' and siblings names etched into it that he wears on a necklace. That charm is Mason's Moonbane. Angelus's Moonbane is the lip piercing he has. You get the idea.
Now obviously it's encouraged to have more than one backup because let's face it you could easily lose those items.
Moonbane is the answer to all werewolves' prayers. While wearing Moonbane werewolves are not forced to shift during full moons giving them the freedom to choose when and where and for how long they remain in their wolf shift. It even lessens the brutality of the shift as shifting is violent and extremely painful. Flesh is stretching, bones are stretching and snapping, muscles are tearing, tendons are under immense pressure. They can actually hear the snapping and tearing as it happens in real time. In short it ain't pleasant, it's actually pretty terrible and some people black out from the pain till it's over.
This also allows the werewolf to see a little bit of reason. Their temperament goes from 100 to about 20 give or take. Now, it's never a good idea to hang around a werewolf while they're in their shifted form even if they're under the effects of the Moonbane. It's about as safe as being around a wolf at a zoo. They're used to people and won't just randomly attack but they're still wild animals. Werewolves won't attack loved ones, friends, spouses or their non-werewolf children as they can now distinguish them from prey. This is where scent comes in. Scent is uber important to the werewolf as even in human form they can take in scents of loved one, friends and family and so on. Whether in human form or wolf form they heavily rely on scent to distinguish who is in their pack and who isn't. Still, you may wanna gtfo. Just in case.
And you guessed it, there's a but for Angelus. Remember like 20k paragraphs back I mentioned that Angelus was prone to being more aggressive, more territorial with his things, living space, and people? Even under the effects of Moonbane that man's temperament stays at 100, so what does that mean? He can be reasoned with and he'll understand what you're trying to say to him but you better make damn sure you move slowly and keep an even and low tone. Absolutely no sudden moves. And for the love of god do not display any signs of hostility either towards him or a loved one because he will NOT hesitate. However, if it's someone whose scent he knows like for example Jelani, Loke, Trevor, Ginger or the others who he's close to they're fine. They don't really have anything to worry about. New people shouldn't approach him in wolf form until he's comfortable with them and he'll be the first to say it. Upon meeting new people he first gets their scent which carries a lot of information. He actually prefers to get someone's scent before their name. Not being able to get a scent is a huge red flag for him and he instantly sees that person or thing as untrustworthy.
Ya know how your pet dog barks when someone's close to your house? If someone that's unknown is close to or in his apartment he's usually right behind Jelani studying and getting a scent to determine if this is a friend or foe. No, he's not gonna bark and sniff someone's ass. As he listens to you talk or even doing some of the talking himself he's getting a scent which with his nose is very easy as long as he's a few feet nearby. Angelus isn't the only werewolf to do this as all werewolves do this. He's just less relaxed than the rest about it. Whatever living space he deems as his is fiercely protected, items that he deems important as well. For example his drawing tablet. He has the means to go out and buy a truckload of the top of the line ones if he wanted to but a stranger going near his will kinda wire his brain to keep an eye on it. With Jelani it's like ten times worse. That's his spouse and his source of safety since he first met them. He is aggressively overprotective of them and strangers going anywhere near them is like 100 emergency sirens all going off at once. He checks the person or thing's scent, keeps an eye on body language, tone of voice, movement, eye movement and placement, space between them and Jelani and so on. If he reads the situation as safe he relaxes but is always at the ready to drop anyone that so much as looks at Jelani the wrong way. Basically Jelani married a hyper vigilant Doberman. He's also the same way with Trevor and Loke who he sees as kind of like the older brothers he never had. Ginger as well who's not only like a sister to him but his bff and by extension her wife, Abigail. In short anyone he loves. This behavior isn't just displayed in human form, in wolf form he does the same thing except it's far more intimidating in wolf form than in human form.
But how do we separate what behavior is because of the species and breed Angelus is and his own personality? It's a mix of both. **This info isn't lore this is from me. Crossed Breeds are more animalistic which is why Angelus tends to act that way when he doesn't feel safe or is uncomfy. It's just how Crossed Breeds are. If there was another one they'd also share this trait with Angelus.**
Will there ever be another Crossed Breed? Idk. It's not in my plans to have another one show up but it could happen.
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Under The Mistletoe with the Akatsuki // Part Three //Sasori
Sasori
Why must he do this? Why must he comply with such an inane human “game”? Things sure have change since he was a child; it used to be that kisses were an expression of intimacy shared by people who loved each other, not public fodder for critique and criticism. Regardless, here he is, so he prepares himself for the inconvenience.
Kisame
Kisame is one of the taller members of the group, so he has to bend quite a ways to bestow his kiss on the minuscule redhead. He chooses to go with a kiss on the forehead, which slightly annoys Sasori; he’s NOT a damn child, for God’s sake. But perhaps it’s for the best, because even from this angle Sasori can see the shark-man’s incredibly sharp and pointed teeth. A kiss on the lips may have caused damage to Sasori’s wood (which was made from softwoods so as to present a more human look than the rest of his body). Kisame tells him he’s a good sport, to which Sasori nods and smiles. If he ate food, he’d join him and Itachi for tea later. As it is, he says that when his time here is done, they can enjoy a game of Shogi later, as both of them are avid, excellent players.
Itachi
This child always looks so timid before he has to do things like this. Itachi presents one of the most interesting case studies for Sasori within the Akatsuki; he’s unique even among this unique group. Itachi and Sasori have spoken in-depth before about the sharingan; it’s techniques, the different levels. One of Sasori’s ultimate goals is to find a way to replicate the sharingan into one of his puppets, thus making it the ultimate weapon. Itachi often says that when he “finally dies”, Sasori can just take one of his eyes and transplant it into one of his creations. A “joke”; but this kid sure jokes about death a lot. Anyway, Itachi leans down and lightly kisses Sasori’s cheek. Sasori is once again struck by that powerful feeling of chemical imbalance, of chakra that’s rotting and a body thats just barely holding on. This kid; Sasori is a talented medical jutsu user, and could surely help him in no time at all. But once again, this is the path Itachi has chosen. Even if Sasori doesn’t understand it, he will always respect Itachi and his choices.
Hidan
Expectedly loud and unpleasantly crude. “I’m probably gonna be picking fucking splinters outta my damn lips!” “He’s so goddamn short I’m gonna bust my back just bending down!” Eventually he shuts up, puckers up, and delivers a dry kiss to the redhead. Very dry. Dry even to the one made out of wood. When the kiss ends Sasori tells Hidan that he’s clearly dehydrated, and should make it a point to drink more water. “Ah? So you wanted a wet kiss, eh? Always knew you were gay!” Keeps berating Sasori until Kakuzu comes up and drags him away, much to Sasori’s (and everyone else’s) relief.
Pein
Although he and Sasori only have about a four year age difference between them, as with everyone else, he looks at the puppet master in a very fatherly way. However he hold’s Sasori’s maturity level to be a bit higher than most of the others, and their mutual respect for one another is in a different league. Pein asks if Sasori desires a kiss, and Sasori responds by saying that it’s unnecessary. Pein nods, and continues on to whatever tasks he was engaged in before.
Kakuzu
Is really starting to think that instead of playing childish games like this, the Akatsuki’s free time would be better spent trying to earn the organization some much-needed money. Still, the others are playing along, so he may as well. He goes to kiss Sasori’s forehead but, being without his glasses, misjudged the distance and ends up kissing the bridge of his nose instead. Sasori thinks to himself, Kakuzu may be a gruff S.O.B at times, but he’s really not such a bad person. He’s calm, smart, and conscientious. Sasori’s intention of turning himself into a puppet was so that he would live forever, and if Kakuzu truly was immortal, then Sasori would be in good company once everybody else died out. Well, IF they could find a way to do away with Hidan, anyways.
Konan
Konan always smells good. Incredibly good. Does she wear some sort of manufactured scent, or is that her natural odor? Sasori wants to ask, but is hesitant; he doesn’t have much experience with women, and therefore isn’t aware of what may or may not be deemed an offensive question to them. Konan gives him a very soft butterfly-touch of a kiss to the lips, but Sasori barely notices it, he’s so focused on her aroma. This actually presents an interesting chemist challenge for him; to try and replicate her smell using no data other than his olfactory senses. He’s always grateful for an opportunity to try something different, so he thanks her; the fact that she thinks he’s thanking her for the kiss is completely irrelevant, as she goes away smiling.
Tobi
This kid ... or is it man? How old is he, exactly? Sasori has no idea. Almost everything about Tobi is a complete mystery, and that bothers somebody like Sasori, who strives to find the truth in all things. Underneath the mask, past the voice and the continued ridiculous antics, Sasori often gets the impression that there’s more to this individual than meets the eye. Absurdly, something about him reminds him of Itachi, although the two act like compete polar opposites. For the kiss, Tobi doesn’t take off his mask; instead he just presses the object against Sasori’s left cheek, and then his right, telling him that this is how they kiss in other countries. An interesting tidbit, if true ... and how would this guy know something like that? How extensive were his travels, before joining this group? How much does he actually know? Well, regardless, Tobi’s turn has ended, so Sasori shelves his musings for another day.
Zetsu
Zetsu approaches Sasori and asks if he can kiss his neck. He explains that in humans, their strongest scent comes from that area, and he wants to see if it’s true for Sasori. Sasori consents, and Zetsu leans in and delivers a peck to the arc of Sasori’s throat. He stays there for a long time, sniffing, and when he emerges, he informs Sasori that he smells much like a tree, although the scent isn’t any stronger from that area than at any other point. An interesting observation, maybe, but not really one that Sasori has any use of.
Deidara
The young blonde artist is so crimson that he rivals the best tomatoes out in the garden. Sasori wonders if he’s seriously that angry that he has to kiss Sasori. After all, he doesn’t think that Deidara exactly likes him; he’s always complaining about the way Sasori leads their missions, and the arguments about what “true art” is were never-ending. But when Deidara gets close to him, Sasori can see a different reality; Deidara is scared. Sasori can see the throb of his temple as his heart pumps, he can hear the harsh breathing that Deidara is trying (but failing) to keep hidden. What in the world is this brat scared of? He’s not speaking (for once), but now Sasori is concerned that the kid might be nearing a stroke. He figures the only way to calm him is to take the initiative himself. So he steps out from under the mistletoe, cups Deidara’s cheeks, and pulls his face down into a kiss. Immediately, there’s a change. Deidara’s body temporarily goes completely limp in Sasori’s grasp, making the redhead think that he’d actually fainted. He goes to break the kiss to administer aid to him, but before he can move, Deidara suddenly grips Sasori’s face, and his lips are no longer bystanders but aggressors, exploring his older partner’s mouth. Sasori stands still, feeling a twinge of surprise. This kiss feels ... different, from the others. Are humans always this soft, this warm? He hasn’t noticed these things as strongly with the others as he is with Deidara, although that could be because the latter is much closer than the others were. After what seems like an eternity, Deidara breaks the kiss, and smiles. Another rarity; Sasori doesn’t often see an expression from him that isn’t a smirk or a sneer or a scowl. He smiles ... but then he promptly tells Sasori that he’s “a terrible kisser, hm!” and goes back to his room, leaving Sasori ((and everybody else)) staring after him in confusion.
#the akatsuki#under the mistletoe#kissing#sasori#deidara#hidan#zetsu#kakuzu#tobi#konan#pein#kisame#itachi
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Runaways
↝ After being forced into a wedding, Bakugou whisks you away from having to partake in the ceremony.
BINGO SPACE: Wedding
⋆ PAIRING: prohero!bakugou x fem!reader
⋆ WARNINGS/TAGS: fluff; swearing
⋆ WORD COUNT: 1736
A/N: yes this is a @bnhabookclub bingo piece lol. when i got this prompt for bakugou (thank to the anon who requested bakugou btw) i was originally going to write out a whole wedding ceremony before i thought that would be boring imo lmao. so i decided to go with this concept! imo i don’t really like weddings so you can sort of see that through this fic lol.
credits to @bnhahcs for the beautiful colored bakugou cap!
FULL BINGO MASTERLIST
✐posted 08.23.2020✐
Suffocation. It was like your air was being cut right from you, like you were fighting just to breathe. All you could do was inhale and exhale big deep breaths as you tried to calm yourself, attempting to slow down your racing heart beating against your chest. But it was no use; you still were as overwhelmed as you were since the day started.
“Are you ready?” Yaoyorozu asked, her tone laced with excitement as she was overjoyed for one of her closest friends on her big day.
You mustered up a smile, the corners of your lips quivering as you attempted to seem merry. But Yaoyorozu saw right through you as she frowned at your expression. “What’s wrong? You don’t look so happy?”
“It’s nothing, I’m good.” A lie; there was nothing exciting about this day for you.
Mina creeped up from the other corner, fully dressed as she was more than ready to head out into the ceremony. “Are you scared about getting married?”
You shook your head. “No, it’s nothing like that.” The girls decided to not pry any further as they did their best to help you get fully dressed as well as help your other friends.
For most people, a wedding is one of the most exciting and exhilarating days that could happen in one’s life. Although each culture does their ceremonies differently, there is still something to celebrate as a couple vows to spend the rest of their lives with one another.
But you had other views on weddings.
You met your husband to be when you were both in high school in U.A. While Bakugou was in the hero course, you were in the support course and your paths would cross as each respective course would often mingle with one another. The minute you laid eyes on Bakugou, you were immediately fascinated. His quirk was impressive and you wanted to ask him a million and one questions just to understand how his quirk worked and the repercussions his body faces as a result of overusing his quirk.
With this fascination, you would pester him as you thought you were interested in his quirk until you slowly realized you were actually interested in him. Being as bold as you were, you decided to ask him on a date. You surprised him with your dauntless proposal so he shocked you by agreeing. Even more surprising, Bakugou actually enjoyed your company outside of the classroom and the rest was history as you had been dating ever since.
After graduating from U.A., you both broke off into your respective professions, Bakugou with pursuing professional heroism and you deciding to become an engineer and create support items for heroes. You were both idolized as the perfect duo by the media, your professions working hand in hand perfectly. And six years into your relationship, Bakugou proposed to you which you practically screamed out ‘yes.’
Like a majority of young women in committed relationships, you were ecstatic to be able to spend the rest of your life with the man you loved. But on the other hand, you and Bakugou both had mutual feelings toward wedding ceremonies: they were just a waste of time and money. Something about hosting a grand occasion to show off how in love you were just seemed like overkill and you had no intention of hosting one. You and Bakugou agreed to be registered as a married couple in Japan through the usual paperwork until both of your parents were strictly against this decision.
Your parents and Bakugou’s parents, especially his mother in particular, wanted you to have a traditional wedding. Leading up to the ceremony, you fought with your mother, voicing how you had no interest in partaking in the wedding but it was like you were speaking to a brick wall. Bakugou tried reasoning with Mitsuki as well, at least his version of reasoning, but this resulted in Mitsuki nearly bringing the house down from her rage.
So here you were, forced against your will to be officially married in front of your family and friends.
“Are you all set?” Uraraka asked as she entered the room. She gasped at the sight of you. “You look so beautiful, Y/N!”
You smiled gratefully at her. If there was one thing that came out of this whole thing, it was that you at least got to dress up for once instead of being covered in grease and sweat from slaving away at your day job. “Thanks, Ochako.”
The door opened and your mother entered, making you want to groan internally. “Ladies, please wait outside.”
The girls nodded, waving at you as they expressed their words of encouragement as they left. Your mother’s fake smile lifted from her face the minute you were alone with her. She proceeded towards you, smoothing out a crease in the front of your uchikake. “So you’re still acting like a child about this whole thing?”
You had to prevent yourself from rolling your eyes, not wanting to hear her start complaining about that, too. “You would be acting like a kid, too, if you had to do something you didn’t want to.”
Your mother snickered, grabbing your hand to practically drag you out of the room as the ceremony was about to begin. You froze in your footsteps, coming to a halt. “Could you give me five minutes? I need a breather.”
Your mother sighed, already fed up with your antics and the day had barely begun. “Fine. I’ll be back here in exactly five minutes.”
You nodded, letting out a sigh in relief as she finally left the room. You made your way to the large mirror in the room, frowning at the sight of your perfectly painted face. You readjusted your headdress on your head, poking your cheeks as you dragged your lips upward into a smile. It was so hard to make it seem like you were happy.
As you were about to make your way out the door and join your mother, the window slammed open. You whipped your head towards the source of the sound, confused to see Bakugou casually propped onto the ledge of the windowsill as he was latched onto the outside of the wall.
“Katsuki?!” You exclaimed, rushing over to the window without tripping over your feet. “What’re you doing? You can’t be here!”
Bakugou scoffed. “You think I was gonna let our dumbass folks make us do shit we don’t even wanna do?”
He leaned over, grabbing your arm and hoisting you up on the windowsill. “We’re getting outta here.”
Before you could express your disapproval for this idea, as not only were you going to be carried around in your boyfriend’s arms as he attempted to maneuver around with his quirk keeping you both afloat, your mothers were going to murder you once they realized the bride and the groom had left their own wedding.
“Hold on to me,” he commanded as he dropped down into the air. Your voice was caught in your throat as you gripped your arms around his neck, only his right arm around your back holding you as his left arm blasted you both through the air.
“You’re insane!” You screamed against the wind.
Bakugou smirked as he blasted through building after building. “Not as insane as you are for agreeing to marry me.”
***
The flight you were forced into taking was one you never wanted to experience ever again. Somewhere along the way your headdress had flown away and your perfectly pinned hair had been tousled and became a mess. You nearly puked at the thought of being lifted hundreds of feet in the air with only your fiance’s arm keeping you from falling.
“Y/N, open your eyes,” Bakugou chided.
You shook your head vigorously as your eyes were still screwed shut and your fists held onto Bakugou’s black kimono. “You’re trying to trick me, I know you are!”
“You idiot, we’re not even in the air anymore.”
You opened one eye slowly, peeking as Bakugou had landed atop of a building, both his arms now carrying you. You gasped as you released your grip from Bakugou’s clothes and you settled down onto the ground.
The sight of the sky painted in purple and orange hues as a result of the setting sun was dazzling to see. The buildings from afar were starting to light up, showing how long you and Bakugou had been basically flying through the air, not to mention your wedding was supposed to take place later in the evening.
“It’s so pretty!” You squealed, leaning against the railing of the building’s rooftop.
Bakugou walked beside you, looking out at the sight along with you. “Do you even know where we are?”
You turned to him. “I thought we were at some random place? Didn’t you land at the first building you found?”
Bakugou rolled his eyes playfully. “How are you the smartest woman I know but also the most fucking dense one, too.”
You narrowed your brows at him. “You don’t have to be rude about it.”
Bakugou smiled, wrapping his arm around your waist as he brought your body closer to his. “Think a little harder.”
You turned to face the view once more, your eyes roaming around to find something that could help indicate where you were. Finally you located the arch with your alma mater’s name on it and you gasped. “We’re at U.A.?!”
“It’s about damn time.” Bakugou looked down below him. “A lot of shit went down at this place but at least I met you.”
You grinned, nuzzling your face into his chest as your makeup stained the fabric of his kimono. “You’re so cute, Katsuki.”
“I’m not fucking cute. I wanted to get as far as I could from that fucking place,” Bakugou said, taking back his previous statement as he spoke about the religious center your ceremony was supposed to take place. “I’m not gonna let our old hags tell us how we’re gonna live our lives, especially when we’re finally starting a new one together.”
You nodded in agreement, chuckling a little. “Guess we’re starting out our new life together as runaways?”
Bakugou smirked, looking down at you as he planted a kiss on your forehead. “I don’t give a fuck where we go from here, as long as I’m with you.”
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anonymous asked: can we get a bakugou fluff based on the song hug all ur friends by cavetwon
pairing: bakugou katsuki x fem!reader
warning: bakugou has high anxiety, cussing, fluff
word count: 4,000
a/n: so I listened to the 1 hour loop to this song when writing it LMAO, I think its one of my better pieces ive written, but I guess that’s also for you to decide!!!!!! enjoy!!!!
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Bakugou Katsuki was someone who had no guilt in admitting that he cared about himself first and foremost. Bakugou Katsuki never imagined a day would come where he would find himself interested in someone-- especially in a romantic setting.
Romance and Bakugou, to him it seemed like mixing oil and water. Impractical and impossible.
Bakugou was hard, rough, and explosive.
Romance was soft, tender, and weakening.
So for the life of him, Bakugou could not understand why on god you were consuming his thoughts. Why did you have him wrapped around your fingers despite you only being his best friend? What the hell was wrong with him?!
Bakugou stared at you from the distance, his eyes were warm, his face soft, and the book in his hands long forgotten.
You were a force, this overwhelming energy that he could not figure out.
You weren’t like Kirishima who gained his friendship through mutual respect and trust in each other’s strengths. You weren’t like Sero or Mina who he came to see as friends after he used them for their quirks two years ago. You weren’t like Kaminari who he saw as a friend because Kirishima came as this unknown package deal.
You were soft, tender, and in no way were you weak, but Bakugou couldn’t think of any other word to describe you but weak.
It made no sense as to how you two became friends. The two of you had spoken once! Then you landed a punch on his jaw so strong that he needed to go to Recovery Girl and you cried for hours afterward. Bakugou thought it was dumb that you were apologizing so he yelled at you for being stupid. Seconds later you two were friends.
“Bakasuki, it’s way past your bedtime!” You screamed as you looked up from your phone. Your eyes red with tiredness and irritation still shone as you made eye contact. The impressed grin on your face as strong as if it was midday. “It’s midnight?!”
Bakugou felt his face cement over again. It was an involuntary action as you rambled off about how the big softie Bakugou Katsuki was awake at 'crackhead' hours. As you got up and walked over to Bakugou, he felt his hardened features melt as you took a stance in front of him.
“I bet you’re staying up because of me, come on, admit that you like me.”
Your words are teasing of course, yet Bakugou’s heart clenches at the truth of your words. Bakugou one year ago had begun staying awake past nine because of you. You were always active at night! You told new stories that Bakugou wanted to hear at a late hour, and Bakugou soon found himself staying up.
Ten at night turned to eleven, eleven became twelve, and then Bakugou was up until two in the morning because of you. He never complained about it, and he never dared to tell you or anyone about it. Bakugou took every teasing you gave, and you teased him about him staying up every night even if it was a year later.
“Trust me, if I was staying up because of you I would fucking hate myself,” Bakugou lies as you laugh. “Don’t think you’re fucking special because I tolerate you.”
His words were harsh to the average ear, but to the trained ear, to your ear, it was as if he nudged you playfully.
“Sure you old grump,” you wink as you stick out your hand. “Iida said it’s my turn with the Disney+, wanna go watch with me?”
“As long as you don’t make me watch something fucking horrible,” Bakugou grunts as he takes your hand.
He would watch the sappiest of movies and the weirdest of shows if it meant that you’d snuggle into his side. His favorite memories have you at his left. These memories also included you between his legs as you laughed hysterically at the horrible and childish jokes. It also didn’t matter how many times you watched the same movie, you always ramble as if it was your first time viewing it.
“I’m thinking Lilo and Stitch,” you let him into your thoughts as you begin walking towards the staircase. His hand is still locked with yours. “I think I can be Lilo, and you can be Stitch! You two have very similar personalities!”
“Like hell I’m anything like that fucking animal!”
“I didn’t even need to goad you into a reaction!”
“Shut up dumbass…”
“If I ever stopped talking to you, you would go insane! So careful what you wish for!”
“I wish you would shut up…”
Bakugou watched as your lips pressed flat together. A faux annoyed expression on your face and you dropped his hand.
It may have embarrassed Bakugou to admit what he did next, but it took him five seconds to crack under your cold shoulder. He threw you over his shoulder as he walked to your room. Your squealing exclamations were loud as he held your lower thigh.
“See I told you--”
“Shut the fuck up, shitty woman!”
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Your loud groan rang in Bakugou’s ears and his eyebrow twitched as he once again looked at your slumped figure. It was the second to last set of finals you guys would be taking as hero students. Three years later, you were nearing the final countdown to graduation! But that meant finals.
Bakugou had managed to stay within the top three of his class all three years. So he felt decent in where he was in class ranking right now. He has ranked third right now after all, but you ranked fifteenth. A feat that he had zero idea about how it came to be considering how smart you were. You had a sharp mind, a witty sense of humor, and a deadly tongue! Yet you were barely outperforming the rest of his idiot friends. You were one of the few people who could beat him in a verbal challenge! But when it came to pencil and paper tests, you stumbled hard.
“Would you stop fucking groaning?! You’re not getting anything done except getting on my goddamn nerves!”
“WELL!” You immediately yelled back, your nose stuck to the sky as you tossed your pencil away. “I don’t know actually! I screamed well because I live for the dramatics!" Bakugou groaned as you laugh. "Okay, but this all makes sense to me now! It's... I’ve realized I become an idiot whenever I try doing it on the exams.”
“It’s because you are an idiot.”
“Wow, thanks,” you complain as you slam your forehead against your math textbook. You shot back up gasping loudly. “OH SHIT! Bakugou you solved all my problems! This entire time I’ve been an idiot! I’ll tell Deku to give me some smart people juice tomorrow morning, obviously, I’ve been sipping the idiot juice.”
“Hah? Fucking hell -- do you ever shut up and wait for me to finish what I’m saying?!”
“Bakasuki, there was a period at the end of that sentence! Or let me guess what you’d say next!”
“Don’t fucking guess--”
“‘Oi, shitty woman, I’m Baku-hoe Kat-sucky, and you better get your head outta your asshole! Maybe if you weren’t always on your goddamn phone you wouldn’t be failing’!” Your voice had lowered multiple octaves to the point where you sounded like you smoked every day. Bakugou watched as your face contorted into a mock scowl, your nose stuck into the air as your arms folded across your chest. “‘I’m the alpha nerd here, so you have to fucking listen to me, you damn fucking nerd ass shitty woman!’”
Bakugou remained silent as you erupted in giggles, your eyes beaming with joy as you looked at him.
“I don’t fucking cuss, shitty woman,” Bakugou retorted. He knew it was a lie but the way your eyes expanded four times their size and how you pressed your face into his shoulder was worth the lie.
“You don’t cuss?! Wow, suddenly my name isn’t y/n!”
“Hm, well I was going to point out that you probably have some form of testing anxiety, but since you’re Miss. Fucking-Know-It-All…”
“There’s no way I’m eighteen and don’t know that about me!”
“Well, you didn’t fucking know you loved chocolate caramels until this last month either.”
This launched you into another tangent. Your conversation skills always gave Bakugou whiplash! You talked about everything you could and right now it was about what you loved. It should have annoyed Bakugou, he knew that! But while you rambled about how you loved seeing oversized dogs in bags, he realized that he loved knowing more about you.
How he would kill for the chance to pull you close, he knew that if he did you would hug him without a blink of an eye. Bakugou knew if he attempted to feel your warmth you’d overwhelm him forever and he wasn’t sure if that was something he wanted. Did he want you? Did he actually love you or was it just the chemistry in his brain is dumb. He wasn’t sure what he wanted as you showcased your favorite pencil.
“Do you have something you love, ‘suki?”
You.
“No, I don’t fucking love anything. The hell is love good for?”
“Don’t you worry about what people think about you when you can’t answer a question on something you love?”
The only opinion he cares about is yours.
“They don’t need to fucking care about what I love, how the hell does that make me a reliable pro hero?! Gossip and tabloids and interviews are bullshit. How is me smiling and being nice in front of a camera going to prove anything?”
Bakugou’s eyes widened as you wrapped your arms around him drawing him into a tight embrace. His eyes blinked rapidly as he felt frozen. His hands are frozen at his side as you pressed into him. You were making him dizzy. His heart pounded so loudly in his ears that he feared you could hear it as you pressed your lips to his ear.
“Sometimes you just have to hug people, let them know that you’re not letting go. Being kind and offering a hand, even if it kills your feral vibes, gives them a reason to love you and trust them. Trust is important, you know that, dummy. Hugging them is a small promise of not letting go.”
His breathing stilled as you pulled away. Your hair fell in your face and you sucked everything out of him as you smiled softly. But who would Bakugou Katsuki be if he didn’t have something back to say?
“I’m not fucking hugging any of those damn extras out there!”
“It was a FIGURE OF SPEECH, BAKAGOU!”
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“Rise and shine, grumpy old man!” Your voice rang as bright sunshine shone through Bakugou’s room.
“Fucking hell, y/n! Shut my goddamn shutters!”
“It is past noon, and I am here to make sure you are in fact alive!”
“Shitty woman, please close the damn shutters… I got in three hours ago and I want to fucking sleep in.”
The shutters closed immediately and guilt hung heavy in your voice as you said, “Wait you got in at nine?! You got called out of class early, too!”
Bakugou who had been sitting up now, glowering at your form fell back onto his mattress without a word. Unfortunately, it seemed that you weren’t quite done with him.
“Why the hell are you still in my room?”
“...can I nap with you?”
“Hah?”
“I was out from five in the morning until a few minutes ago! I just… want to cuddle, but if you don’t want to that’s totally cool!”
“You’re so goddamn annoying,” he nearly growls. It wasn’t necessarily directed at you, but instead himself. He was going to let you obviously, but how much longer could he do this uncaring act? How he hadn’t just slammed your oblivious ass against a door to kiss the soul out of you was beyond him. “Get in.”
A loud squeal emitted from your throat as Bakugou felt your figure snuggling into his chest. Your body was cold against his, and he resisted the urge to shiver as you wrapped his arm around you.
“I never fucking said you were allowed to cuddle.”
“Oh please, you were going to latch onto me at some point, might as well do it now instead of waking up to it and freaking out.”
“You’re fucking annoying.”
“Shh, I’m trying to nap.”
Bakugou snorted but nonetheless brought you in closer as he too closed his eyes. He ended up falling asleep with you in his arms. It wasn’t until he woke up did he realize that today was to be your friend's date. Something you had been persistent in having. But as you too woke up at half-past seven p.m., the both of you agreed that the nap was way better than going out.
That is until Kaminari sent a picture of Bakugou and you cuddling to the group chat. But then again, Bakugou may or may not have saved it as his home screen.
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4:48 a.m.
Bakugou’s eyes focused on the neon red numbers that illuminated across his bed. His alarm was positioned as such so he would be forced to get up to turn it off in the morning.
His heartbeat was pounding in his ears as everything turned blurry.
4:49 a.m.
His eyes closed and he was suddenly back in Kamino two years ago.
His body felt dirty, sticky, unclean.
His mouth tainted with the taste of copper. His teeth gritting together as he saw All Might fighting in front of him.
It was hard to fight with his sweat-soaked and stiff clothes. All he knew was those bastards turned from wanting to convert him to wanting him dead. He remembers stumbling and seeing your frantic eyes in the corner of his vision. He didn't know you well back then, so it confused him, at least before a yell from Kirishima took his attention away.
It was the first actual memory he had of you, and yet it intertwined with his memory of All Might’s downfall. A downfall that could have been prevented if he had just been fucking better. If he had been a better hero maybe he wouldn’t have been caught. If he had been a better person maybe he would never have been targeted in the first place. It didn’t matter how many different ways he ran through his memories, it always ended up being his fault.
The fight with Deku had helped relieve the surface tension. All Might saying it wasn’t his fault barely made an impact on the guilt demon that ate away at his inner thoughts.
Simply told, tonight was a bad night. Nothing he did could drive away the guilt demon.
You were the one who made him strong but you were out on a mission for your hero work. You were being a hero to people who needed you, yet Bakugou wanted you to be his hero right now…
His anxiety crawled down his spine. His mind swimming back to the image of All Might's defeated form, and it kept reeling in his mind. His palms sweated profusely, but at this point, he had no idea if it was from his anxiety or from his quirk.
It burned to breathe and he wanted to go for a run, but he knew he shouldn’t. So he stood up out of bed choosing to walk down to the kitchen.
4:57 a.m., the clock read as the door shut behind him.
He felt dizzy as he walked down the hallway, his heart racing as he went down the staircase.
The lights were on and it made his eyes hurt as he opened the door for the ground floor.
“‘Suki?” A tired voice whispered as Bakugou stared up.
It was you.
Your uniform looked rumpled and dirty. Your tie wasn’t done and your hair was a mess as you yawn, your hand rubbing your eye as you waved at him. Bakugou saw the bandage on your neck and cheek and he pointed at them.
“Some dumbass with a--” you stifle a yawn as you shake your head. “Fucking vampire quirk! If he bit you, and consumed your blood, you would be entranced with him! Can you believe that!”
Bakugou snorted as you showed him the bruised mark on your neck.
“Thing is, he doesn’t have fangs, his teeth were super dull, so now I look like I had sex!”
“Can’t have people thinking that huh?”
“Nah... now, you gonna tell me what’s wrong?”
Bakugou knew better than to lie to you, but he couldn’t help it, you needed to sleep.
“Nothing, I needed water.”
“I’m sure you are,” you nod your head as you adjust your backpack. “But that doesn’t explain why there’s tears in your eyes and on your cheeks.”
His eyes widened as he felt the wet stains on his face, he was indeed crying.
“I don’t really wanna talk about it,” he grumbled as his hands shoved into his sweats.
“That’s okay,” you smile as you take a few steps forward. “Can I give you a hug?”
It takes everything in him not to scream at you to hug him, so instead, he turns his head and nods curtly. Your arms are wrapped around him immediately as he feels himself shrinking into your hold. You were safe, you were warm, and you made him weak.
It was at that moment that Bakugou Katsuki noticed that he completely and utterly was in love with you.
As he went through these thoughts you grabbed his hand and led him upstairs, “I’ll get you your water, but you need to rest.”
“Shitty woman, I can take care of myself,” Bakugou breathed as he didn’t resist you taking him to his room. “Besides we have class tomorrow, you need more sleep than I do.”
He watches as you shrug as you open his room door.
“Maybe so, but I’m a Hero and you’re someone in need of a savior!” you chirped as your lips pressed softly onto his cheek as you sat him in bed. “I’ll be right back, lay down please!”
He nodded dumbly as you left, his cheeks burning as the door closed.
It felt like no time had passed as you soon returned with a cup of water, “Now drink! Crying is good for the soul, but it dehydrates you so much.”
“Tch, idiot, don’t say that like you cry all the time,” Bakugou grumbles as he chugs the water down.
Your fingers take the glass from him and place it onto the desk, your shoulders bouncing as you sigh one last time. “Well, I should go to bed, I may not need beauty sleep, but even three hours of sleep can make me ugly.”
“Sleep here,” Bakugou found himself mumbling as you were by the door. “You can take a shirt, I just… please, just fucking sleep here with me?”
Bakugou expected teasing, he expected you to laugh it off and say he was dumb and crazy. What he didn’t expect was for you to grab his skull t-shirt and strip your clothes off in his bathroom.
He stilled as you crawled into bed with him, your body curling into his as you held him near.
“Goodnight, ‘suki,” you whispered.
His arms wrapped tightly around you, a sharp intake of air went through your nose.
“Thank you,” he whispered. “Thank you, y/n.”
“You’re welcome…”
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You smile while wiping away tears that formed in your eyes.
Tears streamed uncontrollably down your face as you taped up the last box with writing that read: Y/N PICTURES.
It was moving out day, you had done it, you graduated.
“Y/l/n-chan!! Stop crying and c-come take a p-p-picture with us!” Mina wailed as she too was crying uncontrollably.
The common room was fill of every one of your classmates, tears were in everyone's eyes as boxes scattered near the entrance. It was over. Three years of heaven and hell were gone and even though everyone would still be seeing everyone again (you all were working in the same general areas after all), tears wouldn’t stop.
Multiple times you brushed away tears as twenty-one of you stood for class pictures.
Class pictures became friend group pictures, friend group pictures became trios and duo pictures.
Everyone was crying and everyone was laughing too. It was as if you were never going to see anyone again and the tears wouldn’t stop.
I love you’s were exchanged, promises of not forgetting who each other were as you would all become stars, and plans on monthly meetups because you were family. It was too much, it was too sentimental, and you were ready to leave.
“I hate to do this to you all, but it’s time to go,” Aizawa lulled over the roar of your classes chatter.
For the first time, his words were useless as you all took a photo with him, much to your homeroom teachers' secret enjoyment.
But now it was time to go.
You gave a one-armed hug to Mineta as he bounded out of the door. He had somewhat had drunk respect-women juice and was now tolerable. But the nightmares forever remained.
Then Koda, Aoyama, Shoji, Ojiro, Tokoyami, and Sato were done swiftly yet deeply. They all said kind words and promises to keep in touch as they left.
Then it was Iida, Todoroki, and Midoriya. The group of boys embraced you tightly as Iida told you and Midoriya to stop crying. It only strengthening your tears as Todoroki patted your back softly.
Then it was Mina, Momo, Jirou, Tsu, Uraraka, and Hagakure. The girl group and the reason why this class felt like family so quickly made you cry harder as you all lost it. Hugs were tight, hugs lasted minutes long as you all shouted over each other. This was not goodbye, just a see you later.
Sero, Kaminari, Kirishima, Mina, and Jirou once again met you for a tight embrace. The dubbed Bakusquad because Bakugou was the loudest one in the group, but you all knew that if the group never held Kirishima it would never work. Bakusquad was truly Kirisquad and you excitedly talked about how you were all going to karaoke on Sunday.
A gentle cough broke you from Sero’s embrace and you turned to the last person who you hadn’t hugged yet.
Bakugou didn’t look at you as he sighed, his shoulder slumping as he looked at you. Your lips quirked as your heart raced at his red-tinged eyes, he had cried too.
“We’ll see you guys later!” Kaminari yelled as the boxes in the now empty common room belonged to you.
“We’re still on for tonight?” Bakugou asked as his finger brushed the wet trails that stained your cheeks.
“Have I ever ditched you or stood you up?”
“You could have made plans in your crying hysteria, it’s been done before.”
His words are teasing and you laugh as you launch yourself into his arms. Your arms wrap around his neck as his rest around your waist.
“I don’t know why you weren’t interested in having a spa day with the girls!” You teased as you bit your lower lip.
“Too much gossip about dicks,” Bakugou rolled his eyes as he squeezed you tightly.
“It’s a good thing you didn’t go, I wouldn’t have wanted you to see me talking about my dick of a boyfriend,” you whisper as his eyes shine brilliantly.
“Hah? You’re really gonna fucking--”
Bakugou never got to finish that sentence as your lips pressed against his and his mind went weak as he kissed you back.
You were the undoing of Bakugou Katsuki.
You made him weak, yet he’s never felt stronger.
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Crimson Lips and Black Tux - Sam Drake x Reader (Part 1)
Summary: Y/N is a sex worker from London who was recently employed by Rafe Adler. At a meal one nights she caught the eye on one Samuel Drake who decides to show her what a real man is like.
Warnings: Talk of sex work, smut is implied, abuse.
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A/N: I promise I'm not procrastinating my Joel x reader series...I swear 🙃 So turns out i haven’t actually written any Uncharted stuff yet (i’m actually shocked) so while i’m inspired i’ve decided to write some Uncharted stuff. This has meantions of abuse and sex work, so if this triggers you, please don’t proceed. I recommend you should read Seaside Beauty by @desertvvitch (it’s beautiful and good smut!) My requests are open atm! Make sure to reblog and keep an eye out for the rest of my work ❤️
You tapped your ring finger to your top lip as you applied a fresh coat of red lipstick. You ran your hand over your cheeks as you looked into the clean mirror before fixing your hair and leaving the bathroom. You walked outside and back to the table, sitting next to the man you were with. His name was Rafe Adler. And he has money. That’s all that matters. You grabbed your martini with your hand, your rings banged against the glass as you lifted it to your lips, watching as three men and a woman walked towards the table you were sat at. Rafe stood up, you joining soon after. “Ah late as always.” Rafe mumbled and shook hands with the older man. “Better late than never, Adler.” A Boston accent rung in your ears as the older man placed a small kiss on your hand. A gentleman. The one with the Boston accent followed suit, as well as the other one. You shook hands with the woman who was in a green dress, a strong contrast to your black one. “Elena Fisher.” The blonde smiled and looked at you. “Y/FN. Nice to meet you.”
You sat down and crossed your legs underneath the table, placing your hands on your lap. “I see you've already introduced yourself to Miss Fisher. This is Victor Sullivan and these are the Drake brothers, Nathan and Samuel.” Rafe pointed to each of the brothers, you smiled at Nathan but your eyes lingered on the other brother a bit longer, causing Rafe to grab your thigh underneath the table. You shot him a look but tried to keep yourself calm. ‘Just two more days’ You reminded yourself and put a smile on your face.
“Where are you from, Honey?” Victor asked, taking a sip of his drink.
“London. My father was from Spain but my mother was English. I like to travel; my passport is full of stamps.” You smiled at the man before looking at Rafe as he took your hand in his. Your freshly done nails were a stark contrast to his short nails.
“So Adler. How did you manage to bag such a beautiful woman? She’s way outta your league.” Sam laughed and looked at you. “How much is he paying you, Hun?” He was joking of course but you looked into his eyes and told him straight up. “For tonight or the whole week?” You asked, watching as Sam’s eyes went wide, not realising you were serious. “I’m clearly giving her too much, especially for a girl who likes to run her mouth.” Rafe spat. The guests looked at him with concern but he brushed it off with a laugh and drank the rest of his wine. “Shall we order?” He suggested, while looking down at his menu. You grabbed your menu and looked across the table at Sam, who was trying to send you messages via a look. You didn't know what he was doing so you looked back down at the menu and drank your beverage.
Throughout the whole meal you would sent Sam looks. You would drink some of your martini and lick your lips, making sure he was watching. But Rafe was also watching. You ate your food in silence as the men talked about the business they had to discuss. You and Elena made small talk, about your life and stuff but Elena kept away from asking the stupid questions, like “Oh so are you a sex worker?” Thats the best thing about women, they have mutual respect and etiquette that men just wouldn't understand. You learnt that herself and Nathan were married and that the boys went to school together. She also told you how Victor was like the father of them all and was very protective, especially of Elena.
At one point in the meal you disappeared to the bathroom, followed by Elena. It was an unspoken rule that women would go to the bathroom together, either to touch up on makeup, to provide moral support or to hold your hair back while you threw up. You used the bathroom and as you walked out to wash your hands, Elena was stood at the mirror. “Y/N, you can tell me if you want to.” She reassured you. You looked in the mirror, fixing your hair. “There is nothing to tell, I’m a sex worker and Rafe hired me. I have sex with him, do whatever he wants. He can hurt me, hit me or punch me. As long as he pays at the end of the run that's all I care about.” Elena walked towards and touched your arm. “No. He shouldn't touch you like that. You have your own free will. You aren't a machine programmed to be abused by him. Do you want our help?”
“Elena. I’ve had worse clients than him. I need to be paid. I can’t just run away from my issues when the client is abusive. You wouldn't understand so how about you back off?” You turned to face her, small tears ran down your cheeks. The woman tried to console you but you walked out of the bathroom, wiping your eyes as you arrived back at the table with a smile on your face.
You all finished your meals and Elena couldn't keep her eyes of you. Making sure that Rafe didn't hurt you anymore, at least while she could see. You said your goodbyes and smiled as Sam kissed your hand goodbye, waving as you got into the cab with Rafe. The ride home was long and silent. You knew as soon as he took you home he would kick off. For flirting with Sam, for leaving for so long. Anything he could get he will use it. Rafe paid for the cab and walked you to the front door, unlocking it and bringing you inside. As soon as that door shut, he was in your face shouting. “Who do you think you are?! You are a whore for hire, nothing more, nothing less! I own you.” Rafe swore as he grabbed your wrist, pulling you closer to his chest. “Only for two more days.” You spat back, trying to pull away from him.
“You listen here, bitch, making eyes at Drake while I’m paying you to sleep with me isn’t how this works. I own you until Monday so you will work, until Monday. Now get on the floor and work. You’ve made me angry now.” You did as you were told and got down on your knees, very uncomfortably because of the tight dress you wore. You played with his buttons on his trousers before pulling them down along with his boxers and got to work.
You woke up in the large bed to your phone vibrating. You groaned and turned around, squinting due to the brightness.
Mr Adler: I’ve left early. Get yourself dolled up and meet me at the coffee shop around the corner at 12. I need a pretty face with me when we meet up with boss.
You rolled your eyes and laid back in the bed, resting your phone on your naked chest. You couldn't wait for this weekend to be over. The sooner you were done with Rafe, the better. Elena was right. You shouldn't have yelled at her, she was just trying to help. But Elena would never understand her. Elena didn't have to sell herself for money.
You moved into the shower and turned the cold knobs, allowing the hot water to hit the bottom of the shower quickly. You stepped underneath the hot water, groaning in relief as you ran your hands through your hair. You grabbed your shampoo and washed your hair deeply, allowing yourself to relax for the first time in days. You ran your hands up your arms, noticing the new bruises and red marks, along with the older marks along your stomach and upper thighs. You rolled your eyes and winced in pain when you saw the way your thighs looked. He fucking ruined your skin. He wasn't even that good at sex, he just thought he was. He had a banging cock, but he just didn’t know how to use it. You couldn't help but think about that Samuel Drake boy. He looked older than Nathan but younger than Victor. But he was hot. There was something about him. You bet he had a banging cock but knew how to use it. Maybe you could interest him in some work after you finished with Rafe.
Maybe Sam had the same plan.
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@onehithero said: also we know theres at least some actual animals besides gadoll liek the scorpion n cows tht show up for a sec in ep 1 so tankers hav tht going for them re: food sources ..SORRY FOR RAMBLING SO MUCH deca dence essay got sleeper agent activated
onehithero said: i rly like what usaid abt kabu from natsumes pov too but i cannot form a half cohernet thought abt tht one
onehithero said: ALSO ALSO i think its interesting how the ep 8 conversation w minato is i think the only time kabu talks abt being jealous of humans being able to choose their own paths
onehithero said: also how minatos convinced hes like a good lil cog in the machine yet hes done 50 things tht wuld get him labeled as a bug but he just ignores all tht. the both of them can be so disconnected w reality
onehithero said: like minato didnt know abt 1)natsume 2) how the system has made kabu so severely depressed n he culdnt put up w it anymore.n minato continues pushing the just go along w the system shit he doesnt understand tht he was contributing to kabus misery.. n bc of tht kabu doesnt trust minato enough to tell him abt natsume for so long but then he goes n asks smth so big of him as go against the system
onehithero said: thinks abt how kabu n minato r obviously so important to each other but minato understands him less n less over time & kabu kinda already knew its risky to confide in minato like minato did know abt pipe which was a long time ago but he didnt know abt natsume til kabu was already sacrifing himself for her sake. n yet kabu then goes n tries to get him on his side anyway cuz he wants tht so badly..
onehithero said: OMG OMG CHEWS THESE WORDS SLOWLY N THROUGHLY SO DELICIOUS THANK U THANK U u get it u understand i love reading n writing essay lengh responses abt deca dence & again u just hit the nail on the head w this
Please let me know if this @ u 8 times and sorry if it did. I will reply under this readmore but i love this enthusiasm! I like discussing this stuff so if u want keep it coming. I wanna understand deca dence better and i think i will by sharing ideas w other ppl.
I think kabu and minatos relationship is as good as it is because theres clearly a lot of mutual love and respect between them even when they don’t understand each other and thats why minato still runs after him when he hears kabu going suicide mission lets go baby. I think its interesting that minato was like ready to lie down and accept getting mass scrapped until he hears kabu go im about to be hilarious and hes like actually living and staying alive sounds great actually forget what i said about it being over. you are so right about kabu and trust and natsume. I will always cherish episode 5 where kabu gives this big rousing speech about how natsume inspired him and saved his life and minatos there like ..who? ..what?? I think they may not be used to hiding things from each other. Also I think them drifting apart mirrors natsume and feis drifting apart tho I think while feis the instigator on that side kabus more on his side and minato like natsume is like wondering what in da world is going on. I think someone else wrote about this better than I can.
I do think minato does know kabus severely depressed because theres this line in ep 4 where he puts his hand on kabu and says like you’ve toiled enough at that awful job. and also in episode 11 when he and kabu talk and kabu says he was in a similar place as minato now in that he was waiting every day to be scrapped minato has no reaction until kabu says but that bug saved me. I think he knows kabus very depressed but he does not know how to address it cuz the system never gives either of them the tools or options for it. Though also I feel the system discourages meaningful relationships between the cyborgs so I think what minato and kabu have is likely pretty rare. Kabu donetello and turkey also fought together for a long time but turkey turns on donetello in a second even tho they fought together, he was his number two, and they were in prison together, and were pretty much all they got and donetello kills him in turn. I also think minato probably knew because he’s empathetic. Like I’m not sure about compassion but he’s very good at understanding where other ppl are and how to meet them in the middle so both parties get something they want. That’s how he got all the gamers to collect the old deca dence parts. Not by cashing in on ppl doing the right thing but by framing it as the final mission. He gets his lgbt community center coworkers for fight with him one last time by appealing to their sense of duty. He got the system to put kabu in jail instead of getting scrapped when Mikey got scrapped for a lesser offense. The list goes on. A tangent but I think the fact he acknowledges the living conditions of the humans are gonna get worse if nothing’s done even tho he’s apathetic at best towards them shows even when the system tries to mold the cyborgs into the roles it wants, sometimes the traits they have just keep on going despite themselves. I’m gonna stop myself before I go into jill and this theme but I’m gonna talk about it someday. So I think its more likely than not he knew but he didn’t know how to navigate around it also because it’s heavily implied he’s going thru the same thing and I think kabu might genuinely have no idea Bc kabu lacks empathy but his heart... is huge. When he hears minato express his feelings of not knowing what he wants he instantly tries to reach out and explain minatos not alone in what he feels. This is why they’re good foils. while kabu moves past where he was in the start where he states he does not intend to oppose the system and his compliance while also trying to do the bare minimum drives him to suicide, and finds the willpower and a reason to live and rebel against the system through his connection to other people (first natsume , he hangs out w kurenai sometimes too, and then with the jail robots). Meanwhile minato whos stuck in his literal ivory tower (it’s a Metaphor) never makes any of these connections. It’s the irony of kabu working at a armor repair job giving him some ability to connect w others vs minatos higher position isolating him from everyone else. I think kabu living amongst the ppl he harmed drove him to give up on life quicker, while minato being far apart shielded him from rlly having to see the effects of his actions I think he was headed a lil slower in the same direction. I think we’re led to believe minatos okay where he is but I think towards the end it’s clear minato has spent most of the series also in a bad place. I think he views things very similarly to kabu in that he wants to use what power he does have to protect the ppl he cares about similar to how initially kabu tried to just convince natsume to quit several times and he was like whatever at the rest of the humans who are natsumes comrades dying but he chooses to put it all on the line and try for some systemic change when he sees natsumes determination to fight. Also I think minato holds very little loyalty to the system cuz he doesn’t only like breaks 1000 rules for kabu (the hypocrisy) but he also looks the other way a lot. For example, when he overheard the top rankers talk about limiters he’s like I’ll pretend I don’t hear it also turn on private mode next time and he doesn’t berate them for considering cheating. Also donetello has been using an illegal avatar to climb to S rank again (isn’t it interesting that even after the ranked system is abolished something similar took its place). And his avatar looks the same as it did when minato worked with the guy. There’s probably like not that many ppl in s rank. And he calls himself donetello. Minato knows he’s supposed to be in jail but does he tell anyone? He’s like well.. that looks like someone else’s problem if they notice *goes and vapes* it’s so funny how little minato cares but it’s also not funny Bc some of minatos cruelest actions and things he’s complicit in are born not outta malice but apathy to everything. I think it shows (tangent number 4?) how the systems use of excessive force is counter productive cuz neither minato nor kabu are willing to report anything to disrupt the order Bc neither of them think the level of punishment is warranted. I also think that minato is probably the first person kabu really opens up to about why on a personal level he feels the system needs to be destroyed after Ep 7 is really interesting. It really speaks to how deep their [mutual and not platonic relationship I don’t know how to label ] is. I also think that he admits to minato that he envies human is rlly interesting and would like to hear what u have to think! I think it’s interesting that what really sets minato off is kabu saying he wants to choose for himself and also wants other cyborgs to have that freedom and I think it’s one of the few times we see minato get genuinely angry and have it not stem from worry. Tangent 5 I’m really extrapolating here but I think it’s very likely given how high up minato is that he likely knows of several cyborgs that rebelled against the system for similar reasons as kabu and knows how it ends and I think it probably feeds into his defeatist attitude. I think his role in the system must really kill whatever grasp of whatever minato has cuz he constantly has to act like it’s almost the end of the world and he’s strapped for resources all the time for like decades and decades of having to fake that type of desperation to entertain ur player base and cuz ur also on tv to entertain the general populace to distract them from their soul sucking jobs. I think that’s gotta mess with his perception of himself and also his ability to see that struggle as real and genuine. I think that’s also gotta be hard cuz he seems like out of his whole fuck we r under attack persona he seems like he’s a lil closed off but generally chill and somewhat upbeat to ppl who know him and he just wants to be isabella from animal crossing. I got really off track here. I think what really gets me is their relationship is built on knowing each other so well and so long , and how it’s managed to survive and persist through all this tragedy. They really mutually respect and love each other and that’s why kabu let’s minato walk away from his revolution even tho it compromises everything he works for. It’s why minato ultimently accepts kabus willingness to die for a tanker even tho he really doesn’t get it at all and it means it’s goodbye forever. But it’s still not enough to save either of them. Minato can’t save kabu from trying to passively starving himself to death and I’m not sure if kabu even knows where minato is at mentally. Sometimes no matter how close u are to someone there r things u miss and things u can’t help each other with. Even tho the two resolve to fight and then die together cuz this seems like the best choice Bc the system they were born into offers no alternatives, the deca dence doesn’t even activate without the help of other ppl. I think it shows one relationship cant support all that weight. In the end it is through their bonds with other ppl that gets them to an ending where they both survive when they decided alone their only option is death. Also u are so right about the other animals existing I totally forgot ty I cannot believe I forgot about the scorpion which calls to natsumes hairstyle which is a visual gag on how natsumes a bug and how like a scorpion, although unassuming, and fucking kill u, just like how her trying to get her boss to open up eventually leads to the whole thing toppling down. I also have a lot of thoughts about natsume but I’m still thinking of them and thinking hard Bc sometimes she becomes kabus inspiration Pinterest board and I don’t like that. When she shines she really shines but it starts getting sloppy towards the end so I have to think a lil longer about it. Okay I’m done. Also it’s kinda hard for me to look like I’m agreeing to ur points and nodding in this format but I really appreciate ur thoughts and will try to convey this. Maybe by formatting as a response to each of ur replies next time
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scott!! oh dear scott summers. scott and charles have one of the most intense and profound inter-generational relationships in x-men imo. their history is so long and full of twists and turns i can’t possibly cover my every thought but if i were to describe their relationship and its central dynamic in one sentence, it would be this: he is his son but he is not his father, but what if the mentor doesn’t die?
charles has described scott as his surrogate son and regularly refers to scott as ‘son.’ even though he often uses similar language and refers to the x-men as his children, he means it most literally with scott (whether or not he admits it).
he loves scott deeply and irrationally (that’s when you know shit is serious). scott is his legacy, his protege, the successor to his kingdom and the fruit of his labor.
the flip side of this is that he’s also the most stubborn, uncompromising, and indeed inconsiderate with scott. this is in part due to the fact that charles is very inconsiderate towards himself, while he sees scott as an extension of himself. he wants all the best things for scott but also passes down to him the most personal baggage.
it’s a very parental kind of fault to blur the lines between you and your children; to think that your goal is their goal and your fate is continued through theirs (while this legacy is true in certain respects, it more so built the tension rather than releases it for these two).
scott was not only indeed the first x-men, charles literally took scott into his home as an orphan -- he adopted scott whether or not he thinks that’s what he did. i don’t think charles realized the magnitude of his decision then, but already he’s made his first sacrifice. his then girlfriend amelia voght left him because she wanted no part in the formation of the x-men and adopting a traumatized orphan boy. i personally like to think that she saw more clearly the responsibility of taking in scott, which charles at that point thought more of as mentoring a student, rather than assuming the role of a parent.
nevertheless, from the get-go he was ready to sacrifice for this boy that he’s taking in.
this is amelia leaving charles [uncanny x-men #309]. he tried to make her stay by influencing her mind, and immediately regretted it. amelia was rightfully angered by the violation. they later addressed this moment and there seemed to be a real connection between amelia and charles that is mutual [x-men legacy #225]. they loved each other and he gave it up for scott/the x-men.
and this wouldn’t be the first time charles chose scott over other relationships.
this famous gay cherik cap in marvel graphic novel# 5 in fact happened after stryker weaponized charles’ mind in a plot of mutant genocide. charles’ faith wavered and almost turned to magneto’s side... except scott intervened and made a big speech that changed charles’ mind.
charles chose scott over erik, in a moment when he was the weakest -- let that sink in. one can say that he chose the x-men and his own ideology over magneto, but that’s the thing... to charles, scott summers embodies the x-men. that is how he was able to find strength in scott and refocus again.
charles’ never been good at expressing his affection. but he does love scott, as i said, irrationally so. when he thought scott was dead in the hands of apocalypse... he fucking LEFT THE PLANET EARTH with the mutant skrulls [uncanny x-men #370]. like dude it was not cool from the standpoint that his students were still mourning the loss of their friend/teammate/team leader. but like kitty said... ‘that’s that.’
granted the delivery of this whole arc was Not Great. i’m not sure if it’s the art or the very weird pacing that just makes his reaction seems so nonchalant and underdeveloped. it’s one of those instances where i think the writers just wanted to write him outta the way.
but to make sense of what we get, i think that charles left his whole ass planet behind because he sees scott everywhere, and it’s just too much. this man has never had a very healthy way to cope with grief, and this is how he dealt with it. by completely removing himself. instead of being uncaring, it speaks to the deep way it affected him.
... to my knowledge the two men never had an on panel moment to fully process what happened. narrative-wise it’s this really weird unresolved conflict but it’s also kinda ic if you squint hard enough. like, of course these two headstrong, repressed men wouldn’t address their emotions and just slowly let them become underlying issues in their relationship asdgh and credit where credit’s due, the writers do hint at their relationship straining further even before danger and that whole mess with gabriel.
scott’s reconciling with his birth father after the apocalypes episode probably also accelerates things. charles can no longer so easily occupy the role of a father figure, even though he has left a lot of influence on scott [astonishing x-men #14]. and that’s hard for charles to swallow.
i think the deterioration of their relationship is mostly one-sided, though. it comes of scott growing up and growing past charles, going from admiring/obeying charles to seeing the man’s flaws, resenting him, rebelling against him, and then taking the final step of this story of violently coming of age.
there’s a lot to convey in these panels [avengers v x-men #11]. scott looms large, composed, in fiery fury, and charles small, tattered, his desperate words jumbled and ineffective compares to scott’s quiet declaration.
in many ways, scott is the most like charles out of the x-men, from their strategic minds and the emphasis on control over their powers, born out of an inate sense of responsibility, impulse to protect others, and the tendency to be the brains of the group. i think there’s sometimes this impression that charles makes scott from his image, but scott already shared a lot of similarities with him from the start. and that’s perhaps why he chose scott.
he raised scott not to become him but to surpass him and be what he sees as needed. and he succeeds, in a way.
scott actively understands charles -- his goal and his tactics. scott was able to explain charles’ thought process to the other x-men, even after he’s taken a long leave of absence [new x-men #114].
this is special because not many people understand charles, especially when it comes to the whole 'mutant-human coexistence’ goal. this is a result of his own making. he kind of just let people think what they will and keep the more strategic side of thinking close to his vest -- the goal of x-men is not just to protect humans because ‘the only way to stop an evil mutant is a good mutant’ or something like that, but to do so so humans will accept mutants, and to have the legitimacy to arm themselves in case they have to defend themselves, as they do. it’s self-preservation as much as it’s noble.
if there’s one thing charles did right, he did teach scott to have strong morals (which is what makes the later disillusion and disappointment in charles make sense). but with scott, he also trained him to be a strategic thinker, to the point of militant (good time to remind people that charles was a soldier and a captain at that).
this line after charles’ death is so gratuitous and brilliant; it’s a gut punch to really drive home this dynamic. while other ‘successors’ to charles like storm have their own pathways that distance them from charles’ world, scott is very much his lieutenant.
that’s a central dissonance of their relationship -- he thinks of scott as his son but he treats him like his soldier. it’s not to say that the two can’t coexist but it’s a lot to navigate and these two are not great at navigating it. i don’t think charles realizes how disorienting this dual relationship could be for a young child. or he does realize it and think it’s something to overcome -- because it’s what he did, so he expects scott to do it too.
it doesn’t mean he doesn’t love scott like a son; it means he failed at loving scott in the way scott needed from a father.
it’s hard to let your child grow up and grow out of you. charles struggles the most with this when it comes to scott. scott has to literally beat it into charles that, he’s not only not a child anymore -- he’s not his child. he can’t hold onto scott any longer. he has to let go.
in their relationship, it’s scott who has a more active, distinct arc of asserting his agency and becoming his own person, whereas charles more so passively has to come to terms with this and find a new way to relate to scott.
i like the development in x-men legacy (2008) where charles let scott help him (through emma)... even though it started with charles kicking and screaming. it began some sort of reconciliation and charles gave scott the validation and agency he needed/deserved [x-men legacy #216]. and after that they do seem to develop their separate paths more on equal footing but also independent of each other.
i keep forgetting that this happened before avengers v x-men. but i guess they had to do that whole phoenix thing to drive home the point?? ? or perhaps it just shows that denouncing each other and leaving each other alone doesn’t work, because their fates are too entangled.
after all, despite how frought their relationship is (it would be a whole other post to talk about visually how often they’re posed in a standoff with each other), they do work very well together. the problem is when they have different understanding of this relationship.
the phoenix should’ve scorched that -- the illusion of father and son. but it doesn’t and couldn’t burn away the part of their connection as mentor and mentee. in a typical hero cycle this dynamic evolves through the death or retirement of the mentor as he sends off the youngster into a brave new world. so what’s left of the question is, what happens if the mentor doesn’t die?
he loves scott irrationally. he chose scott, he relied on scott, and he’s attached to his idea of scott. he knows he has to let go, but he hasn’t been able to carve out or fully accept a place where he and scott can healthily coexist. so he keeps coming back to this place of wanting to assert a parental authority over scott, when that role doesn’t exist anymore. then he ends up removing himself, then coming back, and leaving again, repeating the same cycle. it’s a flaw, it’s an anguish. it’s also tender. it’s deeply personal and so profoundly... mundane.
charles xavier, arguably the most well known mutant and ‘most powerful mind’ in the world, couldn’t for the life of him figure out how to comfortably sit on the same couch with the young man he raised and loves so dearly.
#long post#( xavier ) to guide a new species.#( ooc ) keep an open mind.#wOW THAT WAS SO FUCKING LONG#and still feel incomplete#also it's one of those relationships people have strong feelings about#so this is just my take#i think there's so much nuance in the angst and conflict#it's so bitter and delicious#( meta ) data.
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