#Brawn IS a hunk though
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Inspired by your username... Can I request one where Jacob's bf is obsessed with his pecs and like playing with them, maybe a first time blowjob too?
you don’t understand how much i love this
i am trying so hard not to self insert myself here because i’m a whole tiddy guy for men ESPECIALLY JACOBMYGODILLDOANYTHINGJUSTFORASQUEEZE
“They are pecs, not ‘tiddies’.”
Jacob Custos x male reader
nsfw, pec play, blowjobs, slightly public, muscle worship
“Anyone see Jacob? Y/N? They’ve just kinda been missing ever since we finished packing” Abi said, the sun beaming off of her colored hair. “Y/N always goes off on his own little trips, but Jacob? He probably got himself lost and trapped in a ditch somewhere knowing him” Kaitlyn spoke, her arms crossed over one another. “Or maybe they’re grabbing some last minute things?” Ryan shrugged as his suggestion floated in the air for a little bit “i think last minute was around 15 minutes ago, y’know…when the packing finished up?” “Touché” Ryan nodded.
“Hey don’t splash me!” Jacob complained as the cold water hit his body “Youre already wet stop being a baby!” You hollered before giving him another splash of lake water, which he returned just as quick. “Babe babe babe babe…babe! Watch this.” Jacob said as he swam towards the doc and pulled himself up as he wrapped his leg around the dock piling like a stripper pole, and began to rub his body from top to bottom before looking directly back to you. “You should be the next AdamandEve spokesperson” you yelled out, Jacob kept the pose, though with a confused look. “what’s that?” he said as he now wrapped his hand around the piling.
“Uh- website where you buy…y’know, stuff for late night bedroom stuff.” You said quieter as you also pulled yourself up onto the dock as you admired your boyfriends beautifully structured body. “I mean I could try but I don’t think they’d let me if it’s about sex and shit” Jacob said as he finally unraveled himself from the pole “and whys that? you got the body and you clearly know your way around a pole” You said as you pointed to him and the pole “Uh- Well i”m sure it wouldn’t matter but I uh…i’ve never been led to the bedroom, let’s say that.”
Jacobs statement drew a blank to you, you merely blinked at him for a few seconds before speaking “You never had sex?! Have you…ever had anything explicit with another person?” You we’re gonna speak more before Jacob intersected by putting his hand in front of him as a way to stop you from speaking. “Hey hey hey! I- I have actually thank you very much.” His tone trying not to waver nervously “mmmhm…lay with me” you demand with a small pat on the dock to let Jacob know to lay down as you shifted your body so your legs weren’t dangling off but instead laid on top of the dock.
Jacob walked the very few steps it took to get next to you as he crouched down before laying down fully, he put his arm behind his head as a way to support it. You moved in close to his chest as you rubbed your hand around his pecs and abs, the dripping water adding some shine to his physique. “Not saying i’m total eye candy but your more than welcome to admire” Jacob rubbed his other hand in-between your thighs.
“Yeah sure meathead” you teased as you sat up and straddled his lap as you looked down at him, his body definitely what Jacob labeled as ‘eye candy.’ You wrapped your hands on the sides of his chest before rubbing along it while playfully caressing the soft tissue in your hands. “You really like playing with my pecs huh?” Jacob stated, clearly not going to do anything to stop it though. “You got some hot tiddies what can I say.” You smiled before rubbing his chest again, Jacobs face now looking slightly offended.
“They are pecs…not tiddies, if you’re gonna play with ‘em at least show them some respect by calling them by what they’re called.” Jacob explained, of course he would get defensive over a muscle group. The hunk only knew brawn’s after all. “I’m so sorry your dear pectoral muscles got offended” you leaned down as you began to kiss your boyfriend, his underwear clearly not hiding how we was feeling anymore with the quite obvious poking you feel on your stomach.
The two of you made out until you decided to go lower down the body as you kissed around his neck, then his arms, biceps, back to his chest and nipples, abs, everything. The pleasurable sounds he made definitely let you know the effect you had on him then and there. “Your body is so fucking hot” your voice, slightly muffled as you spoke with your lips to his skin. At this point you already got to his dick, your hand rubbing against it as Jacob softly cursed.
“Can I suck you off?” You said sitting up straight once more as your hands were on the elastic parts of his underwear ready to take them off, his dick practically begging to be let out as it kept twitching. “Oh uh- Y-yeah! What uh…what should I do?” Jacob said slightly puzzled, trying to recollect every scene of porn he’s watched, yet it seemed like every little think he could try and think of wasn’t helping him decide what to do.
“Just lay there and look hot baby, let me do all the work for your first time” You confidently said, despite Jacob being slightly embarrassed at the fact that he has never been apart of explicit congress such as this, yet his confident personality hid a lot of that. You pulled off his last piece of clothing before moving it to the side, you leaned down as you licked the base of his penis while he led your hands back up to his chest, specifically to where his nipples were as if he wanted you to stimulate him up there while also doing it down there.
“Holy shit your fingers feel so good but your mouth is really doing a number down there” Jacob said in one breath, before you finally took his dick into your mouth. You went as far as you could and even just the tip going in was enough for Jacob to groan loudly. His hips began to move back and forth as you continued to rub and slightly pinch at his nipples. You grabbed his chest as a whole not long after as just grabbing his pecs and squishing them yourself was hot in its own way. “God this shouldn’t be so hot” Jacob quietly said with gaps in between as he was trying to not fumble his words from just how good he was feeling.
You were bobbing your head pretty quick, and it didn’t take long before Jacob eventually took a chunk of your hair in his hands and moved you up and down himself. “Take that big fucking dick in that tight fucking throat of yours.” He said as he began thrusting a lot faster, as well as his hips began to quiver a lot more. Only then was it when he stopped abruptly and cum began to leak from the small gaps of your mouth, that he finally let go of your hair.
“Oh my…fucking god, you gotta suck this dick a lot more babe jesus christ.” Jacob heaved as you took yourself off of his cock, cum making its way down your neck slightly. “We always got tonight, or if you want…you can be the one sucking this time.” You smirked while you used your arm to clean the mess that was made off of your body and Jacob was yet again lost in thought knowing the last night spent together at camp at least will be the most remembered for both him and you.
a/n: I finished this at like 3:20AM so if any of the last bits sound weird m so sorry ;-;
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can’t find my breath
minors do not interact
warnings: 18+, consensual drunk sex, one night stand (kinda), edging
pairing: Bakugou x fem!reader
genre: smut
word count: 4.2k
summary: At the beginning of the day, Ground Zero was just another hero you wrote articles about. You had met before, but neither of you could claim to know each other. Now it was nighttime and you'd just left a bar together. You gave the cabbie your address before Katsuki could say otherwise. Now, in your apartment with Ground Zero gone and Katsuki in his place, what would come next?
a/n: This is a companion piece to The Rest with No Sound. That story is the plot, this one’s the pwp.
edit: I no longer write x reader but here’s my old masterlist - mobile | desktop
The jaunt from the cab to your apartment was a blur—and not because of the alcohol. You were swift with lusty haste, so the familiar path through your building faded into the background as you hurried up to your room. But you still had the wherewithal to remember that Bakugou—Katsuki—didn’t know it. “This way,” you said as you grabbed his hand as you rounded one of the unnecessary twists in the building and then decided not to let go.
“Okay,” Katsuki said, sounding glib, almost disinterested.
After spending the whole day with him, though, you knew better. There was no way his hand would still be in yours if following you, being with you, wasn’t exactly what he wanted to do in this moment.
Unlocking your door was a series of jerky motions, from searching your bag for your keys—should have done it in the cab, but your brain was a little too tipsy and way too aroused for sensible foresight—to yanking open your front door, ripping your camera strap off your neck, and sliding it on your coffee table. Sober, you might not treat your camera that recklessly. But, also, you weren’t wasted. You were just gone enough to tighten your grip on Katsuki’s hand and pull him to your bedroom without pretense.
As soon as you made it to your bedroom, Katsuki dropped his hero gear on the ground and looked at you, full eye contact for the first time since the bar. His skin was flushed, and you weren’t sure if it was from the alcohol or if there was something more. He hadn’t said all that much in the cab, but the tension had been palpable with your hand on his thigh, all corners of your left side touching as you scooted to the middle seat for proximity. Now, all the armor of Ground Zero was left on your floor, and you were left with nothing more and nothing less than Katsuki.
It surprised you a bit that he wasn’t the one making a move. The Katsuki you’d seen all day had been a man of quick decisions, confident and strong. But now, he seemed to be waiting for you.
You wouldn’t make him wait long.
You went to him, pulling him in and finally letting your lips crash together in a kiss. A great tension in you released while a new, even more exciting one started to knot in the space between your bodies. He met you eagerly, both your mouths tasting of the vodka you’d gone drink for drink on. His hand pressed on the small of your back, pulling you the rest of the way to him, making you smile against his lips.
This hadn’t been your plan at the start of the day. You hadn’t been following Katsuki for any reason other than that of a possible interview, a humble interest. You weren’t sure when the sexual tension had planted in your belly—or his.
Maybe it had been around the time you’d first touched his arm—or maybe that was just when you’d let your caution drown in your vodka tonic. You were a journalist, he was a pro hero—both of you wore caution as a tight lifejacket every day for your jobs. It felt good to take a reckless needle to it and pop.
You let yourself run your hands up his thick arms again and gave them a squeeze. It was so much better now that you didn’t have to be shy. Instead of settling for half a hold around his bicep, you could clutch and grip. Feel as much of him as you wanted.
A gasp pushed past your lips when Katsuki took hold of your shoulders and pressed you into the wall. Seemed he’d had enough of you taking the lead. Your game was over.
About time.
His callused hands slid under the shirt you’d been wearing all afternoon, past the dried sweat from when you’d run through the city together, from when your knees had slotted together at the bar. It was a commanding touch. Katsuki wasn’t precious as he squeezed your sides. His fingertips dug into your skin, as though he too wanted to hold you as closely as possible. Feel not only your skin, but your muscle and sinew. Everything. He dragged your shirt over your head and then he pushed you chest to chest. You felt his firm pecs against you.
“Mm,” you hummed.
“Something you like?”
The alcohol had sent Katsuki’s voice low with rasp, breathy and more intimate than his usual growl.
You pulled back reached up to touch his face and felt a five o’clock shadow you hadn’t seen earlier. The stubble was blond, golden even. Then you met his eyes. “I’ll tell you when there’s something that I don’t.”
You saw—and heard, thanks to your hearing quirk—Katsuki gulp and wondered for a moment if you’d been too bold. Not for you—you wanted to tell the truth, wanted to wear your heart on your sleeve—but for him. There was something aloof about Katsuki, something distant that you were only starting to see break down. But, at the same time, if your honesty was what built his walls back up, then maybe it would be better for him to step away, leave now while there was still an inch of distance between you.
He didn’t, though. His lips connected with yours once again, and now you registered that sheer stubble scratching against your chin. His big hands were on your bra, kneading into your breasts as he began to kiss down your jaw. You moaned at the warm sensation of his chapped lips against your delicate neck. The tips of his spiky hair tickled your cheek and you giggled, leaning your face away.
“What?” Katsuki asked, pulling back.
“Just a little tickle,” you said, playing with his hair as a smile made your nose scrunch up. “Carry on.”
His brows furrowed at you for just a second, then a lopsided smile graced his lips. You reached to peck them and gave him an expectant look, inviting back more of the action. He let out a little huff and then he was kissing you once more.
His hands moved to your back, fingers beginning to pull at your bra’s clasp. You murmured against his lips. “Hey, fair’s fair. You don’t get to see more of my goods until I see yours.”
Katsuki pulled back again and you wondered if he was getting fed up with you. Maybe it was the alcohol, but you were feeling silly. There was no need to rush, after all. You had all night.
But he was smiling again, brows quirked in that same amused confusion. Then, to your surprise, he said, “You’re something else, aren’t you?”
Eyes closed, you might have taken offense at his words. They came out low in his voice like an insult, almost an accusation. But eyes open, you saw the softness in his face, and you knew that it was a compliment. Probably the best one he could give. And you were going to take it.
“You’re going to find out, aren’t you?”
His smile widened for a second before falling, though the playfulness hadn’t left his eyes. Face serious, he prompted, “Which half qualifies as ‘the goods?’”
You indulged yourself in running your palms against his pectorals again, wondering if this was how men felt when they focused their attention on your breasts. If so, you finally understood it. “These,” you said. “For now.”
Katsuki stepped back and raised his tank up, throwing it to the ground—and making you gawk at his rippling muscles. It wasn’t that his tank top left much to the imagination—you’d read whole articles in the past that had poetic passages sculpting the body of David onto Katuski’s arms, the shoulders of Hercules imprinted over his own.
But this was so much better than the dry prose of paper and ink.
There was a thin layer of sweat on his body, catching the winking evening light on every bulging muscle. You couldn’t help but bend in and lick his chest from the lower crease of his pectoral up to his nipple, giving it a little bite. Katsuki hissed and you giggled, biting again. Then he had his hands back on you, ready to undo your bra. This time, you weren’t going to stop him.
Your bra was tossed to the floor and, the next thing you knew, your pants and his were next. When he took his belt off, the baggy things fell to the ground almost immediately and then he ripped off his socks. Somewhere along the way, you’d made it over to your bed, and Katsuki had pushed you back onto it before climbing on top of you, the only thing separating you both now being two thin pairs of underwear.
Katsuki was all teeth, nipping at your jaw, your neck, and making it down to your breasts before he bit hard, paying you back for your mouthiness. “Fuck,” you breathed when it took him a moment to let go, your nipple pulsing as the blood came pumping back. “You know, it doesn’t surprise me that you’re a little rough.”
“It doesn’t surprise me that you’re a little wordy,” he shot back.
The alcohol hadn’t made him any less sharp, that was for sure. And sharp was such a good word for this man. There were the sharp angles of his hair, his jaw, the sharp words spat like acid out of his mouth, and his sharp wit, keeping him from being another hunk with an overpowered quirk. You’d read—and written—enough articles featuring Ground Zero that you knew his brain was nearly as valuable as his brawn. And even though, right now, the brawn was what most of your focus on, you’d never have taken him home if that was all he’d had.
There was a lot to this guy. A lot more than any profiles or news reports had ever even scratched the surface of.
“Complaining, are we?” you shot back. “Then you should find a way to make me shut up.”
Katsuki’s eyes narrowed at you and you saw the same excitement you’d seen on his face before you’d gone to the bar. Challenging Katsuki was proving to be an excellent motivator. It put him squarely, willingly, in the palm of your hand.
“No problem.”
He’d already been making his way down your body, but—whatever his intent had been before—it now became crystal clear as he ripped your panties down and tossed your legs apart.
He didn’t hesitate. The moment his hands were on your thighs, the flat of his tongue ran the whole length of your cunt, making you tense up, and immediately fall into a groan. Your hands went into his hair, unafraid to tug a little as he began lapping at your clit in earnest. He’d been rough with you—you could pay him back in kind.
You hadn’t realized how aroused you were, but you could feel Katsuki’s tongue spreading your wetness across your pussy, proving how far gone you already were.
You moaned again when two fingers began prodding at your entrance, slipping around in your slick before sinking in, wasting no time in curling his fingers to prod at your spongy front wall.
This was the opposite of a tease, and it felt almost as infuriating. As wet as you were, the immediate attention—lips sucking at your clit, fingers not even thrusting so much as striking your g-spot—had your inebriated brain struggling to catalog the sensations. It was a blast of pleasure here, a burst of arousal there—almost like he was using his quirk on you.
“Fuck,” you whined again, giving his hair a particular tug as your body clenched. This was happening so much faster than the lead up had. You weren’t running towards your orgasm—you were tumbling. All it would take would be one trip and you’d fall over the edge before you’d gotten your breath under you, the ground under foot. He was going to yank it out of you before you were ready—and you weren’t opposed.
Then, all at once, he pulled away, a wicked smirk curling his wet lips to one side. You pushed up on your elbows, looking down at him in disbelief.
“Not quite silent, but definitely quieter,” he said, seeming pleased with himself. He crawled back up to you and pressed his lips to yours, giving you a brassy taste of yourself. “But I think I’d rather you scream.”
If you hadn’t been wet before, you were drenched now. You stared him down.
“Boxers off.”
Again, he wasted no time. The boxers were thrown off the side of the bed so fast that you’d hardly witnessed the reveal of the other half of the goods. And boy, was it good.
His cock was weeping, the head an angry red, almost like his eyes. So, deceptively angry. Everything else on his body was so fair, from his lightly tan skin to his blond hair, that his dark cock stuck out like the middle of a bullseye. You couldn’t stop staring.
“So that’s how you shut up,” he said, smirk returning.
“You shut up,” you breathed, pulling him back down to you and catching his lips, so you were both silent once again.
He rutted against you for just a moment before he pulled away, holding himself in a plank over you that drew your attention back to his arms, his shoulders, his core. Every pant set his abs rippling, like low tide falling to reveal smooth, polished rocks underneath.
“Condom?” he asked.
“Mhmm,” you said, nearly lunging for your bedside table. You reached for the drawer and snatched a packet, tearing it open in one go and rolling it down to the base of Katsuki’s cock. You gave a few pumps for good measure and then lay back on your purple pillow, ready for this to go where it was going to go.
Katsuki wasn’t content to let you choose anything, though. He hooked both his arms around the back of your thighs and dragged your ass up his kneeled legs. Your back was arched in a dancer’s port de bras and his sealed cock was poking at your center.
“Woah,” you giggled as he manhandled you, hoping the bouncing on the mattress was a preview of what was to come.
“Is this okay?” Katsuki asked, taking his first good pause since you’d started to look at you, eyes wide.
Your grin softened into a warm smile and you rubbed your hand on his thigh whilst scooting yourself a little closer to his cock. “You better fucking fuck me.”
The breath of air that came out of his mouth was almost that of a laugh. Probably something about the dissonance between the sweetness of your tone and on your face, versus the way you were grinding on his cock and your fearless mouth. But, for one brief snapshot, you were just smiling at each other, almost innocently happy. Then, Bakugou’s grip on you tightened, and his smile became a smirk.
“Okay, then.”
For a moment, it seemed like he was going to go slow. He pressed just the tip in and you quivered at the beginning of the stretch, the anticipation warming your belly. Then, all at once, anticipation was thrown to the wind as he tugged your thighs up his, crashing your hips together.
A surprised gasp left your mouth as Katsuki sat up off his heels, bringing your hips with him as he started pounding into you, rocking his hips forward and hands yanking your hips to meet him. Every impact sent your ass smacking into his thighs and you were left gloriously out of control.
He was out of reach. You could only brush your fingers against his thighs at the moments where you were seated on his hips, but he was going too fast, constantly pulling out of your grasp. So, you figured that, if you couldn’t touch him, you could damn well touch yourself.
You started with your nipples, pulling and tweaking them, both, feeling how the left one was tenderer from Katsuki’s love bite than the right. Your mouth fell open, and you heard Katsuki murmur, “Fuck,” before driving into you just a bit faster.
“Uhn,” you moaned when he adjusted his hold on you, angling just a little harder into your g-spot. It was bringing you to the cusp, but you’d never be able to reach your peak with that alone. So you slithered a hand down your stomach and past your curls down to where your clit was standing at attention, still holding the touch memory of Katsuki’s tongue laving against it. You rubbed three fingers over the nub and felt yourself clench down hard, yanking another hiss from Katsuki. You mewled and found yourself approaching the edge, just about ready to tip over when your hips fell to the mattress, Katsuki’s dick slipping out.
In a moment, he was on top of you, pressing into you from every angle except where you need it most. More importantly, your wrists were now in his hands, above your head and pressed into your headboard.
“Did you think it would be that easy, princess?”
You moaned, just his words enough to have you clenching again, craving his cock back inside you already. You felt your orgasm receding, but the heat of his tight grip on your wrists, his breath just a puckered kiss away from yours, had you certain that the waves would start crashing back quickly.
Once again, when his cock was pressed just against your core, he thrust in to the hilt. But you still couldn’t touch him—or yourself now. His thighs were against yours, your chests breathing into each others, but he’d brought both of your wrists into one hand’s grip and it didn’t seem like he had any mind to let you go.
But that didn’t mean you were powerless.
You wrapped your thighs around his hips and pressed him into you, forcing his long thrusts to stay deep, feeling like they were hitting your spine with every go. Katsuki growled into your ear and put more weight into his hips, forcing you into the mattress with every thrust. Your sensitive hearing had you clocking every slight hitch in his breath, every hard exhale as he poured all his effort into you. You could hear how wound up he was getting, even though it barely showed past the determination on his face.
He began pressing half-formed kisses against your jaw, making you arch up to meet his mouth. There was a thick line of sensation from your cunt to your neck, but it wasn’t enough. “Please, Katsuki,” you whimpered, feeling your hands begin to go cold from the tight grip above your head.
“What?” he asked, and you could feel the smile against your neck.
“Touch me…let me touch you…anything,”
“What, is my cock not enough for you?” He fought back against the hold your legs had on his hips and sent three hard thrusts into your cunt, drawing a gasp out of you.
“I just…want you,” you breathed.
A couple more silent thrusts had you thinking that he was going to ignore you, torture you with this edging forever. Then, your hands were free again and you immediately threaded your fingers through his hair and pulled him in for a real kiss. His thrusts became more uneven, but he reached a hand down to your clit and started rubbing. There was less finesse than when you’d been doing it yourself, but that didn’t stop a moan from rippling out of your throat and into the kiss. You tugged his hair harder and smashed his face into yours for all it was worth.
It took mere seconds for your orgasm to start approaching again, like it had never left in the first place. “I’m close,” you murmured into his mouth, feeling your thighs start to shake as your easy control began to fall to pieces.
“Me too,” Katsuki said, upping the tempo of his fingers and his thrusts as you both chased the edge.
You focused your mind on his fingertips rapidly swiping over your sensitive clit, so desperate for your peak that everything else seemed to fade away. You were vaguely aware of your own whining, halves of words tumbling out as you urged Katsuki on, but all you could see was that light at the end of the tunnel, that beacon shining for you.
Katsuki’s name tore past your lips when you finally came, his hand never stopping on your clit as he took a few more thrusts before groaning himself, spilling into the condom.
His lips met yours in a lazy kiss as he managed a few more slow thrusts, his hand pulling away from your oversensitive nub. Then he stilled, waiting one moment more before pulling out and yanking off the condom. You gestured to a trash can off to the side and he tossed it in, unceremoniously and with perfect aim.
Then he fell to the side, flopping beside you on your bed as you both breathed heavily, still coming down from your highs. A smile was forming widely on your face and you giggled, once, and then a few times until you were sure you seemed crazy. You just felt so good that you couldn’t help but feel elated, giddy.
“Not bad, Katsuki,” you said when you finally settled, turning your head to meet eyes that were already staring at you.
Katsuki broke the eye contact with a shake of his head, a scoff scraping the back of his throat. “Fuck off.”
“Alright then.” You turned your face away from him first, knowing you wouldn’t be able to hide your smile as you played at leaving. You couldn’t hold the act for long, though, and turned around to see him looking concerned. You almost laughed again—where did he think you would go? “Just going to the bathroom. Don’t want to sully this with a UTI.”
You reached back and put a hand to his jaw in the slightest test to see if anything else would sully this. Would he pull away from the intimacy now that he’d gotten his gratification? But no, when you leaned down to kiss him, he rose to meet you, and your lips lingered for just a moment longer than necessary. In that moment of closeness, when everything else was silent, you could hear the beating of his heart. It had been pounding in your perceptive ears the whole night, fast and strong. But that had been when the action was rising, when he’d been sweating from exertion. Now, as things were settling, his heart rate should have been too. But, with your lips against his, it wasn’t.
You took the few short steps from your bedroom to the bathroom, feeling the heat that had been dancing in your body leave through the soles of your feet on the bathroom tile. The alcohol was no longer pushing the hot blood to your skin as it began to leave your system. After using the restroom and cleaning yourself up, you took a big glug of water to stave off a next-day hangover.
When you came back to your room, you wanted to be back at Katsuki’s warm side immediately, preferably under the blankets. So you began to pull back your sheets when you remembered to ask, “Want me to get you a glass of water?”
“Nah,” Katsuki said with a shake of his head.
“Mm, okay.”
You didn’t press him. He was an adult and surely he knew what his body needed. He’d seemed squarely lucid anyhow, so maybe alcohol just didn’t hit him very hard.
You sighed once your body was tucked beneath your bedding, feeling the warmth creep back into your toes and up your legs as Katsuki settled in beside you. You felt the urge to have him close again, that you couldn’t possibly get close enough to him. But he wasn’t making any moves toward you, so you asked, “Do you like cuddling?”
“No,” Katsuki answered, and you were disappointed. But only for a moment, because then he was pressed against you, arms holding you close in what was most definitely a cuddle.
“You don’t have to do it just for me!” you said with a laugh.
His defiant streak was back as he pulled you closer. You wondered if somewhere between the lines you’d inadvertently challenged him again. “Nobody makes me do anything.”
“I’ll bet not,” you whispered, sleep grasping at the pitch of your voice. You could hear his heart pounding again, and smiled to yourself. “See you tomorrow, Katsuki.”
One of his arms left you for a moment as it reached back and then over you, placing something on the bedside table. But it was back in place as soon as it left and, if possible, he snuggled even closer to you. You smiled, surprised that you’d found the hidden affectionate side of this man. Or maybe not surprised so much as…pleased. Happy. You couldn’t wait to wake up tomorrow and see what it brought. It seemed anything was possible, after what today had given you.
Katsuki’s breathing began to even out almost immediately, and it seemed he’d already fallen asleep. But just as you relaxed to do so yourself, you felt his mouth move against your lightly bruised neck, and say, “See you tomorrow, Y/N.”
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Do you think 1146 is the jealous type over 3803 even though they aren't even officially together. I can imagine he's mildly jealous over the fact her and DB get along well but keeps his cool. But should the body ever consume alcohol I can imagine him getting really jealous over a hunk hepatocyte getting very touchy with her. Like trying to "win" her back by showing off his own brawn.
YEAH YEAU DEFINITELY
His squad keeps messing with him because they know he gets jealous. Now that we know there's 2 places that were made to appeal to rbcs, 1146 gets extra jealous. The liver made to get rbcs drunk and process the alcohol and the spleen made to trap rbcs for a bit so they can hang around until needed? Boy is 46 not gonna be happy, i can absolutely imagine 46 following her once because she seemed to be lost but accidentally ended up in the spleen, and 46 just watching these pretty men take her in and get her to drink (I'm sure 3803 isn't very interested, she's just thankful to have a place to rest for a bit before going on her way to deliver oxygen again)
46 trying painfully to show off to 3803 while the rest of his squad watch him is such a funny image to me, 3803 just being like "Wow! That's so cool Mr White Blood Cell!! You're so strong!" And 46 trying to keep his stoic composure and trying not to show off too much
While I'm here i wanna say it's really interesting how in Black all the hepatocytes were women, i like to imagine since most of the red blood cells in Friends seems to be women too, that the hepatocytes would also mostly be men, but still have a few women (for the gays) and if the ratio is 1:1 then the hepatocytes would also follow the ratio
Can you tell i like talking about how these things effect other things in canon?
#so off topic but can normal cells access those services too?#you think they are only services provided to rbcs?#cells at work#hataraku saibou#hataraku saibō#u1146#u 1146#ae3803#ae 3803#ask#asks#anon#sigh i barely think abt them im sorry if my answers a bit try hndkgd
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Toweled off part 4
Cable's POV:
I had only come into existence 4 weeks ago but whatever magic that created me and my twin totally changed everything. Like I remember growing up feeling lost, like the entire world knew something that was beyond my understanding. Even my brother could comprehend it, but I couldn't understand the importance of sex. I could admire the bodies of both men and women and I could find both attractive, I just had no drive to want or need sex. Not to say I dont have a libido, the combined prowess of 4 guys made sure of that. I find that self pleasure is more gratifying then any other experience.
I was again standing at the mirror watching Dain primp and preen as we were starting our shift. He was all excited because he had a new client today. It was Dain's goal in life to help any underdeveloped soul that walked in and it worked. I kinda think there is some residual power in him as his clients always gained more confidence and found their true potential.
I focused more on those lost ones that never even had the courage to enter the Gym. I started up our outreach to the community. Most days I'd hit the streets having conversations and trying to understand people, I guess that was my gift. I could calm everyone around me and sooth their worries. My dad's running joke was that I brought them in and Dain fixed them up.
Amid all of this was the knowledge that there was still one trapped soul that still needed release. Lex had given us the last towel and we took it everywhere in hopes of finding the solution. After weeks of being inert for weeks the towel finally tugged as I was passing a group of guys hanging out in front of a strip mall.
Lorn. Kyle. Chris. Shane.
Lorn's POV:
My friends and I were goofing around at the deserted end of the mall, when this gym guy that was leaving suddenly turned and started walking towards us. Shane nervously said we should leave and I agreed I didn't want to be picked on by some roid rage muscle tank. We started to book it but it was to late the guy had us cornered.
"Whoa my dudes wheres the fire?" The low pitched voice asked? I should have been scared guys like this have beaten me and my friends to a pulp more then once. His voice though was so soothing and I immediately relaxed. I turned and I saw the tension evaporate in my friends. I knew something was wrong, I didn't care, my attention was focused solely on the man in front of me.
He opened his bag and I involuntarily twitched, but it was a mustard yellow towel that looked old and warn. I felt a pull coming from the towel something about it fascinated me and I just wanted.... No I needed to hold it.
All 4 of us lunged at the same time and each managed to grab a corner. I could feel a presence force it's way into my head.
"Hey guys" the voice was so deep that I could feel the vibrations throughout my body.
"The man before you was once like you" "My bro changed him and made him more" "that is the gift we give for our freedom"
I was entranced the by the voice. I glanced up at Shane his eyes were wide behind his glasses. I knew that not being beat up and teased was a dream for us. Chris and Kyle were looking at me as well.
"Im the last one" " My bros have all been set free and I have chosen you 4 to free me"
"What do I have to do to look like him" Shane blurted out. He was looking excited and nervous at the same time. I was hesitant this seemed to good to be true. Some random hunk appears and offers us our dream body. Alarm bells were starting to ring.
"To set me truly free you all must give up your current reality" "I will rewrite your history and use that energy to free myself"
I could feel the sense of anticipation coming from my friends. Before I could voice my concerns a chorus of "Yes" came from all around me and 3 sets of eyes turned to look at me. I felt myself flush as red as my hair. I wanted to refuse but the opportunity to be someone else was so appealing. "Yes" I said.
The towel started to heat up. It was almost getting too hot but my hand refused to let go. A small tare formed between Kyle and Chris. The tare formed into a rift and soon Kyle and I were holding one half, Shane and Chris had the other. Confused we watched as each half grew and wrapped around the holders. Soon I was plunged Into darkness with Kyle, the towels presence fill our minds with thoughts of who we were to become. My hand found Kyle's as we both held each other tight. The towel was so hot everything was burning, the last thing I could hear was the towel laughing as he was reborn.
My body was stiff as a board, it felt like I had done a three hour workout in just seconds. As feeling came back I was aware that I was laying on cold concrete. I cautiously opened my eyes and as my sight cleared I saw my gym bro Cable squatting beside me with a worried expression. He offered his hand and helped me stand up. It was only then that I understood why I was cold. Crap!!! I was naked out in the open!! I looked around for something to cover me up. At my feet was a ratty yellow towel and I used it to cover myself. I looked to Cable so he could explain what the fuck was going on. A groan stopped me and it was then that I noticed the other naked body. Cable went ovet to the other guy and helped him up too, handing him an identical yellow towel in the same motion.
The stranger and I stared at each other. I was sizing him up incase of trouble. Cable and I could take him but Id have issues if it was just me. We were both about the same height and weight. The strangers head tilted he looked to me and asked "Lyle?"
Motherfucker! that name caused a splitting headache. It was like I was reliving all my memories at once. Suddenly he wasn't a stranger any more this was my bro. My best friend, through the pain stabbing my skull a name surfaced "Chase?"
My bro grabbed his head and I felt a sense of kinship as I knew what was happening. Fuck how could I forget Chase he and I went way back. I could remember when he moved next door in the second grade. I was so happy to have a kid my age to play with. We both discovered we had a love of video games, school, and Dr. Who marathons. This of course made it easy for us to get picked on. In high school both of us were social pariahs fat and gross. That was untill Cable found us and convinced us to join his gym. We took to it immediately and results were showing in months. As our bodies changed we became more popular untill we were the epitome of brains and brawn.
I looked to Cable, no longer concerned about my nakedness I pulled him into a hug and kissed my boyfriend. We had a unique relationship, romantically I was heads over heels for my childhood savior, but sexually Chase and I had an agreement. To complicate everything else Chase is dating Dain in an open sort of way.
"Bro we need to find some clothes" said Chase.
"Babe do you still have my Spiderman outfits in the truck?" I ask Cable. He laughed an ran off, I looked to Chase I new something important had just happened but I didn't care life is good.
Lyle. Chase.
Across the country a middle aged woman was sitting at her kitchen table. She sighed with relief as the curse had finally run it's course. 30 years ago she had layed a spell on the 4 guys that had tormented her and others lives. She was happy that they could now find love. Now if only her other curses would finish then she could rest.
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Since everyone and their dog is doing this , I figured I get on the bandwagon while I can and redesign the train wrecks that are Snowflake and Safespace, now remade into Sword and Shield (real original I know) I got ideas for the others too but for now I’m gonna focus on the twins.
Very tempted to make them into my own characters
Rewritten bio and artist comments down below
(I’ll be using Xry/Xe pronouns for Snowflake/Sword cause it’s easier to differentiate between the singular and plural of “they” while still keeping Sword’s non binary identity intact, but if this is disrespectful please feel free to inform me)
A pair of twins who developed their powers as young children , these two only had each other to be their true selves as they hide from the world in fear of how others would react to their growing mutant abilities.
But after a neighbour catches Sword making a shurikens in the backyard, the twins are kidnapped and experimenting on. After one failed test caused their minds to become psychically linked, the two forged a plan and escaped their kidnappers. All their deepest ,most personal thoughts and secrets were exposed to each other and since than the twins’ relationship has became strained as they been on the run since, hoping to reunite with their family and help others on the way as they use for powers to be heroes in the new warriors team.
Shield
The twin brother of sword and the team’s brawn , though don’t think his got no brains as his the most mature of his friends , as that comes to him naturally as the older brother. Despite his large size and intimidating strength in sports, Shield is rather soft spoken and avoids conflict when he can , fitting that his powers are defence only, he likes spending his time watching cat videos and memes about animal puns.
His extreme over protectiveness and tendency to be cold towards strangers makes his more socially open twin frustrated with him, especially since their minds have become psychically connected, though this new development isn’t easy for Shield to deal with as his attempts to keep his sibling close just seems to be pushing xem further away.
As mentioned , Shield’s power is for the most part purely defence as he can create shields for himself and others made of pure energy that materialises as bubbles and , well, shields of different kinds. The bubbles can be moved from both the inside and outside and can even be used to bounce out of areas. (Kinda like the bubble shield from Steven Universe) while he uses smaller shields, he can use these in a more offence style by defending himself as he shoves into enemies or bounces enemies away from him, as his a jock his skills in sports goes naturally to him as he combines the two in combat.
Sword
The twin sibling of shield and the teams token ninja fan, Sword lacks the common sense to wield th xyrs powers with any grace or dignity and is usually the one who gets xyrs friends dragged into chaos. Sword is loud and unpredictable, xyr offence only powers only encourages xyr reckless behaviour as xe much rather copy from anime and stream horribly done stunts than to actually train and practice his skills.
Ever since their minds have become psychically linked , Sword has felt like xyrs privacy and personal freedom has been stolen from xem, Sword purposely tries to be with other people to avoid Shield’s own clinginess and to find new connections to make.
Much similar to xyrs twin , Sword can create items made of pure energy but they materialises as bladed weapons , such as their favourite the shurikens. Xyrs is much more faster and flexible as they best suited to running across the battle flied throwing whatever they can at the enemy , while fast this makes xe an easy target.
Some personal notes:
The major difference between my redesign and the original is that I decided to completely throw away the ice powers that Sword/Snowflake had , as it was obviously made for the awful name “Snowflake” rather than anything else to do with the character, as well as there being a dozen other ice themed heroes in comics in general.
So going off on how Shield’s original design as Safespace was how he was a purely defensive hero, I decided I play into the idea that the twins powers worked better when they worked as a duo rather than on their own and so I decided that Sword would be a purely offensive fighter in contrast.
Going off with the twins being contrasting foals and complementary opposites, I decided that they should be as different as twins can get while still looking like a pair of siblings. So shield is a big guy who does American football regularly while Sword is basically a stick who lives off of roman pot noodles, it’s a mystery how xe can run for miles if I honest.
So with Shield, his a big brother and gentle giant type character where he could crush a man’s skull if he really wanted to , but he would never want to do such a thing as he would rather keep a kitten safe. Shield is generally very over protective of anyone he considers family and while he avoids conflict, his very much an introvert and hates crowds , often shielding himself from social interaction as he would shield his loved ones from getting hurt. His biggest character flaw would be that he can be clingy and stubborn, and would have to learn to be more open to new ideas and new people and get out of his own safe space when he really needs to.
The biggest character inspiration for his redesign are Clay Bailey from Xiaolin Showdown and Hunk from Voltron in personality and body shape, while his style is obviously taken from American Footballers.
Sword is Shield’s opposite , as the younger twin xyrs is much more open to new things as his pretty much a ball of untamed energy. Sword could be a very dangerous character with his ability to create weapons out of thin air, but due to laziness to actually work xe is very unskilled in both his mutant powers and his use of those weapons, this is a major reason why xe has more scars and bandages as xe is much more accident prone than Shield. Since shurikens seemed to be a huge part of Snowflakes powers , I decided that Sword would be a massive weeb and be very much into the geek culture of anime while not really getting anything besides what’s on the surface (as much as any of us were when we were teenagers lol) to further contrast xyrs brother who’s more into sports as a jock. Sword’s biggest character flaw would be xry don’t think things through when doing whatever xe want to do , and that xe would have to learn to consider the feelings of others, in that not everyone gets offended by the same things and people who are seemingly “over sensitive” aren’t snowflakes.
I’d also imagine that being non-binary , Sword being psychically linked to xry twin brother puts a strain on the relationships as Sword was robbed of coming out on xrys own terms ( Shield supports Sword , but that doesn’t make it any easier that Sword was basically been forced out the closet when the mind link happened )
Biggest character inspiration for the character redesign is Naruto , Boruto’s dad, and Leo and Mikey from the rise of the teenage ninja turtles, xyrs is a shameless weeaboo and it shows in xrys awful ninja wannabe costume.
I hope you enjoy my own takes on the characters but feel free to criticise if I overstepped my boundaries or whatever.
#marvel new warriors#marvel#safespace and snowflake#redesign#Character Design#digital art#artist on tumblr#snowflake#safespace#lgbt#new warriors 2020#new warriors
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How to Survive a Factory Tour - Chapter 3
A Sanders Sides / Charlie and the Chocolate Factory FanFiction
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Once again, I have failed to open that chocolate bar. Two days have gone by since Patton Picani won a ticket and I haven’t opened it, my mom hasn’t, and neither has Thomas. It’s gone untouched, in the exact same position it was when I initially put it in the fridge.
Now that I think about it, it’s probably the only food we have in the fridge. Hey, if we don’t need it, we could always sell the hunk of junk. Sure, our refrigerator is super old and probably isn’t worth a lot, but money is money. Anyway, who knows, maybe there’s some antique fridge collector out there somewhere who’ll take it for thousands if we play our cards right.
My thoughts are torn from my money-making schemes when Remy slides up the counter. “A gingerbread latte, Virge.”
”Getting in the Christmas spirit, huh?” I ask, grabbing a cup.
”Of course! Vacation demands it. Also, the fact I need something to lift my spirits now I have even less of a chance of winning one of Wonka’s tickets...”
I turn to face him. “Not another one...”
”Bingo,” Remy nods. He then proceeds to put on a terrible cockney accent. “Won by a chap in Landan, innit?”
”Never do that voice again.”
I take Remy’s phone from him once again and look at the article pulled up. It shows a picture of the winner. He has black hair and sapphire eyes with glasses over them. He’s wearing a grey polo shirt and blue tie under a blue sweater.
In the background of the photo there’s another kid who looks a bit older than the ticket winner. He’s wearing a rugby shirt and sneering at the main subject of the photo.
I scroll down and start to read the article.
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This is it.
I redid the calculations again, factoring in the new facts that came in two days ago, and I think- no, I know this is it. It contains a ticket. I know this for a fact, it cannot be denied. All my research is clear in my room. My laptop, open with many tabs on Wonka stock distribution information – specifically for the day before the competition was announced – as well as facts about the previous ticket competition (in order to spot a pattern in the tickets’ placements), and many, many documents filled with notes and calculations. And then there’s my world map poster hung on my wall, five pins in it, showing the location of all the tickets. One of those pins in on London, indicating the chocolate bar right in front of me.
I know for sure this is it. So... why does my throat feel tight? Why are my hands shaking? Why am I filled with doubt?
Maybe I should go over my calculations one last time. You know, just to be sure, before I open it. Wait, no, I should open it first, that way I won’t redo the calculations if I don’t need to. Much more efficient.
But what if I’m wrong? What if I made a mistake? I’ll never be able to let it go. My brother would never let me let it go. I’d be a failure. My brother would beat me. Brawn would beat brain. I’ve already lost my family’s respect; if this doesn’t contain a ticket, I’d lose my own respect for myself. Do I risk it? Or do I doubt my intelligence for the sake of comfort and security...?
No! That’s exactly what my brother wants me to do. I, however, know I’m intelligent and that what I have done is perfect. I shouldn’t doubt it.
Let’s open this fucking chocolate bar.
This time, I don’t hesitate as I pull the wrapper away.
And there it is, making the light from my desk lamp reflect onto my face.
WONKA GOLDEN TICKET
I let out a breath I didn’t even know I was holding. This is it. I won. I won a ticket. I beat my brother. Brain overcame brawn. And there’s no way Robert can win a ticket as well. Well, that’s unless he decides to go on a trip to Spain, Florida or Australia and buys a bunch of Wonka bars.
I’m thinking of calling my best friend Joan and telling them about my win, when I hear the front door open, signalling Robert coming home. I stand and go downstairs, a cocky smirk already tugging at my lips. As I lean against the doorway of the living room, I cough to get my brother’s attention. He turns to me and I hold up my ticket. His face twists into one of surprise, shock and anger. My smirk grows at his expression, knowing the exact thing I can say to really piss him off.
”And I only had to buy one bar.”
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”Logan Berry... You think he knows his name is a pun?” I slide Remy his phone along with his drink.
”Most likely, given how much of a stuck up know it all he seems...” Remy replies.
”Well, I can’t blame him. I’d probably have the same reaction if I won a ticket after only buying one bar,” I shrug.
“Only three tickets left, though...’ Remy sighs, leaning against the counter. ‘He says he worked out the location of all the tickets. Wish he’d mentioned where they are in the interview.”
“Wow, spoil sport,” I roll my eyes. “Way to cheat.”
“It’s not cheating!” Remy insists. “It’s...being resourceful.”
”Totally... Anyway, that’s- “
Remy slides me ten dollars. “For the drink and your tip. Now, gurl, buy a fucking bar of Wonka chocolate before I drag you to a store myself.”
”Okay, okay...” I lie through my teeth.
”Well, gotta go,” Remy turns to leave. “See ya, bitch!”
”Bye, Remy.”
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”New friend! New friend! Potential new friend for my brother!”
I look up from where I’m mixing the ingredients for a marble cake as Emile skips into the room. “What’s going on, kiddo?”
“The second ticket was found!”
“Really?”
”Yep!” Emile smiles. He takes my hand and pulls me into the living room. The TV is paused on a news report and...
Holy shmokes... That guy... He is...
No! Patton, not in front of your brother, control yourself! Don’t think about how you’re going to be spending an entire day with this sexy guy. Logan Berry, it says. Oh my god, his name is a pun, he’s perfect! Oh, and he’s from London! Not too far away from us.
”I thought the two of you could become friends on the tour!’ Emile explains. ‘He seems like a smart guy, but also really serious... He could use a friend like you to lighten his mood.”
”You think so?” I ask, not tearing my eyes away from the screen.
”Yeah!” Emile nods. “You think you’re gonna try be his friend?”
”Of course, I’m going to try and become friends with all the other tour members,” I tell him, ruffling his hair. I turn back to the screen, looking back in the boy’s sapphire eyes. “But... maybe I’ll try extra hard with him.”
I’m pulled from my thoughts by a sudden barking from the kitchen. I run in to see our dog, Toby, sniffing at the vanilla cake mixture.
”No! Toby! Down!”
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”WHAT?!”
“Sorry, Ro, I was disappointed too.”
I huff in annoyance, running a hand through my hair. I then go back to addressing the phone in my hand. “Who won it?”
”A guy in London called Logan Berry,” Valerie explains. “He did with only maths and geography; can you believe that?!”
”Great. So I got beaten by a complete nerd!” I sigh. “This is just great... Only three tickets left!”
”I know, Roman. but try not to get hung up on it, okay? The performance is in two days. I need my Beast to give his best performance.”
”Val, don’t worry, you know I’ll be absolutely fabulous no matter what! I always am.”
Valerie sighs, chuckling. “How did I not realise you were gay for twelve years?”
”No idea. I don’t even know how I didn’t realise for so long. While other boys were playing with toy soldiers and action figures as kids, I was dressing up Barbies with you and the other girls. Probably why I was bullied so much...”
Valerie chuckles. “So, are you over the whole ticket thing?”
“Nope!” I reply. “But I won’t be disheartened. I know I’ll get a ticket, just you wait.”
”If you say so...” I can practically feel Valerie rolling her eyes. “Anyway, I’ll see you tomorrow.”
”Farewell, Val.”
As she hangs up, I pocket my phone before heading downstairs. Time to buy more Wonka bars!
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Seneca/Oracle/Taqtu nsfw and fluff headcanons??
Omawgawsh getting sandwiched between two hunks is the way I want to die Nonnie and apparently others like us want that to happen as well which is why another nonnie just like you had asked us about Spicy headcanons in a previous ask which I will leave right here 💖.
NOW on with the FLUFF!!!
☁️Fluff☁️
To say that at first they did not like each would have been the understatement of the century. They DESPISED each other. They eventually reached a compromise for your sake because they can’t imagine any of their lives without you, but they cannot trust each other as far as they can throw each other (and Taqtu can throw people pretty far).
Most of your days consist of Taqtu and Seneca joining you in the market place as you look around and shop. You pulling them by the arm and them spoilingh you with anything you would want. Both of them are keeping tabs on each other though, keeping each other at arms length…and then someone decided to openly flirt with you…(wonder twin powers activate).
This is one of the rare occasions where they can harmoniously work together because someone is trying to either take their person away or become part of the menagerie; three is already a crowd, and they already don’t like the idea that they have to share you with each other (not that they don’t like being in a polyamorous relationship their thoughts mainly consist of “…ok but why HIM?” type of deal) so their attention on you grows from an already 80% to 210%. Their arms will be all over you hugging you from the back and putting their arms around your shoulders. Seneca would be the brain intimidating whoever tried to get with you and Taqtu would be the brawn scaring the crap out of the unfortunate soul.
You feel very safe around them to say the least, they are very protective of you and would never want yo hurt you. On the instances where hurting does take place two things could happen: 1) they put aside their differences, apologize, and comfort you the best way they can, or 2) a game of power starts where one of them starts blaming the other about what was done to you so they can get you all to themselves. Snuggles are to follow either way.
The only thing that all three of you can do in a civilized fashion (other than fucking your brains out) is sit down at the end of the day and have a nice dinner together. The talking and sharing of food is like a ritual of sorts that brings peace to all three of you. Topics of deep meaning will be discussed, stories will be shared, and laughter can be heard throughout the dining room. In these times is when you see Taqtu and Seneca learn more about each other and they understand each other a little more after each dinner passes. They still don’t like each other though but you wouldn’t love your bois any other way.
-Admin Nani
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I'm having trouble understanding how the five man band roles apply to Voltron. Like, you point to Keith as the paragon, which makes sense except that Shiro would be the lieutenant, which doesn't make sense. Or we could consider the five man band as Voltron post-lion swaps, in which case Lance is the lieutenant and Allura the heart? But Keith literally leaves the team so he's not really the Paragon, is he? Sorry, I just don't really understand this.
See, VLD is an exception to the general models of Voltron. In most versions of Voltron, Keith has a character much closer to Shiro’s, and is the Paragon.
VLD, however, divides their six main characters thusly:
Shiro and Allura are both Paragons. This is a point of contention for me in particular because Allura obviously operates in an ideological manner- from a sense of a higher calling and ethical pursuits. Conversely, we see that when Allura tries to navigate the emotional world, she tends awkward at it- losing her patience, getting angry, or just heavily fumbling her first one-on-one impression with Pidge. Shiro and Allura are differentiated by operating in different spheres- while Allura covers broader, ‘higher’ ideals, Shiro concerns himself with on-the-fly conducting those higher ideals into a practical reality- the High Priestess and the Field Commander.
VLD’s incarnation of Keith specifically is a Lieutenant, and remains a Lieutenant through his graduation to Black Paladin. His growth as a character comes from the influence of multiple paragons- Shiro, Kolivan, and Krolia- and the big characters he takes down or engages with / works with on a close interpersonal footing are other Lieutenants- Sendak and Acxa.
Pidge is the Brain, though VLD divvies some Lieutenant traits to both of the original arm pilots. In particular she does some ‘walking the edge’ qualities. It’s only her cerebral focus and the absence of quite so deep a personal bond with Shiro that marks Pidge as more Brain than Lieutenant. (And before anyone gets on my case- that’s not to say Pidge doesn’t care about Shiro. My point is that Shiro was not a formative influence on her life the way that he is to Keith)
Hunk is the Brawn, though, the particular incarnation of the Brawn that marks him as Pidge’s intellectual contemporary, sharing some Brain traits. In this case, the distinction between him and Pidge is while her knowledge is very erudite and sometimes ungrounded / “spacey” in that particular Brain manner, Hunk is equally knowledgeable but grounds it in a very practical reality- reflected in that Hunk is shown to be savvier with hardware (as an engineer) and Pidge specializing with software (as a coms technician)
And Lance? Lance is the Heart, and, like Keith, remains exactly there throughout his move to the Red Lion. Versatile, precise, compassionate, empathetic. Allura is nominally called the heart of Voltron, but, one has to remember she’s called this by Lance, who’s in the process of inspiring her to re-engage with her higher ideals and sense of divine calling. The person who’s overwhelmingly connecting, guiding, and empathizing with the team is Lance. He’s no Lieutenant- that would imply a tendency to walk the edge, and Lance is, consistently, the one who drags others back from the edge, who moderates, mediates, prods clogged sentiments to the surface without even actively trying, just sort of by habit.
Notice in s6e7, when Lance apologizes to Shiro’s nearly lifeless body- the time Lance really breaks down and feels as if he’s fundamentally failed his teammates- it’s because he doesn’t feel like he was there for the clone Shiro while the latter was suffering. That Shiro endured great pain, and did so alone- despite talking about his feelings to Lance. Lance, as someone focused on emotions, perceived this as a cry for help, and he takes this personally as a failure in the way he considers the most fundamentally important. Lance doesn’t think he failed Shiro because he couldn’t detect the clone, or prevent Haggar using him against the team, or offer a practical solution- Lance sees it as failing Shiro because he failed Shiro as an emotional support.
Compassion is Lance’s forte. When he’s unable to remember the names during his solo segment of Bob’s game show in s7e4, he’s effortlessly able to rattle off the specific relationships and emotions around each person. (And the people that Bob picks are ones that Lance basically wasn’t able to spend much time around or form a strong opinion of in the short time they were together!)
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Clueless
06 - “Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?”
Summary: Videl had been dating Gohan for years, and she was more than ready to take their relationship further. However, she was running out of patience waiting for him to make the first move. She realizes that if she wanted things to move along, she was gonna have to just tell him. Or better yet, show him.
A HanVi (Gohan x Videl) one-shot for prompt #06 on this post, for @hannabelllecter
Chapter Warning: Raunchy themes, mentions of sex and nudity; Fluff.
Also on Ao3.
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Note: This is my first attempt at writing for a DB pairing other than Vegebul, so I am both excited and nervous! I have always loved Gohan x Videl though, so I hope you all like this!
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Videl knew, with one hundred and ten percent certainty, that she loved Gohan.
She was also absolutely certain that Gohan loved her back.
The one thing that puzzled her though, was…
Why, oh Kami, why, had he never tried to get her to sleep with him?
Didn’t he want to? Was it even normal for a young man of twenty to not have his mind in the gutter?
Because Kami in heaven, her mind had been mired in there for months.
They had been dating since high school.
Three. Damn. Years.
And she was getting impatient...
She was only human, dammit!
What human woman with eyes and a functional reproductive system wouldn’t want to get a piece of Gohan?
He was perfection in the flesh!
With his soft dark hair in a naturally messy wave, and pitch black eyes that could drown her in their depth and unbelievable gentleness…
His obscenely sharp jaw that bordered plump lips… his powerful, yet tender hands, and a graceful body seemingly sculpted by no less than the highest gods themselves.
And incredibly enough, even beyond his physicality, there was Gohan’s beautiful soul, his bravery and strength, the intensity of which were beaten only by his profound intellect.
She would hazard to say that Gohan was the perfect man –
“Videl-san?” the so-called perfect man asked as they flew lazily across the sky, heading home from university. He peered worriedly into her face as he noted her flushed cheeks. “Are you alright?”
She nodded resolutely, looking away from him in an effort to hide her still darkening cheeks.
“Are you sure?” he asked, brows knitting in concern. “You’re flushed! You looked like this too, while we were in your backyard yesterday.”
While they were in her backyard and the damn clueless hunk of delicious man was shirtless and dripping wet, and she was treated to the incredible view of those enviable drops of water gliding slowly down his skin, his wide, muscular chest glistening in the sun, lips parted as he heaved himself out of the deep end of the swimming pool…
She had been wearing her sexiest possible bikini, hoping for a reaction from him, and all she got was, “Wow, Videl-san, your arm muscles are so firm! Did you change something in your gym routine?”
… Alright, so perhaps Gohan wasn’t so perfect.
When it came to anything remotely sexual, all advances were utterly lost on him.
She was wrenched from her thoughts when she felt him grasp her hand, pulling her with him, as he slowly flew them towards the ground.
He dropped them both down, and he stood before her, a frown marring his handsome face as he tried to assess her for any sort of physical damage.
“Gohan-kun, I’m fine,” she assured him, smiling lightly to calm him.
He was quite paranoid about her safety, and she knew that this stemmed from his unconventionally difficult childhood and all the death that he had witnessed while growing up.
His trauma, usually left unmentioned, had made him a staunch pacifist. Though he was surrounded by fighters, Gohan stayed a steady, secure person who tried hard to resolve conflicts with his brain rather than his brawn.
It was his looks and power that attracted her to him.
It was his kindness and unfailing spirit that made her stay.
“You’re absolutely sure, Videl-San?” he asked again. “I noticed you getting a lot more flushed than usual when we’re sparring or studying at home. If you’ve been having hot flashes or anything of the sort, you need to tell me. I can get you a Senzu if you’re feeling sick.”
…It was his astounding cluelessness that made her shake her head.
“I told you, I’m fine,” she answered with a roll of her eyes. “Stop worrying. Let’s just head back home. I still need to pick your brains for my Physics exam.”
His sudden, gentle smile caught her unprepared, and she gaped openly at him as he leaned forward and gathered her in a warm hug, his hands resting comfortingly on her lower back as he tucked her close.
His chin dropped down onto the top of her head, and she felt him sigh against her, his chest rising and falling smoothly against her warm cheeks.
“You know I… I c-care about you a lot, ne, Videl-san?” he asked, the calm whisper melting her where she stood.
He spoke again. “You bring out the best in me, Videl-san. And I want you to keep doing that, keep making me feel human, for as long as I live. So, I want you to always be safe and healthy for me, alright?”
She nodded against him, burying her face into his chest, feeling the warm, hard planes of his chest.
He smelled so good… an intoxicating mix of dark seas and freshly-cut grass, all the comfort of home sprinkled with a spicy taste of adventure.
His deep-seated powers radiated outwards from his very core, manifesting in a near tangible spark of electricity that surged through him and into Videl’s skin.
Unbidden, images of him shirtless, sweaty, panting from exertion, crossed Videl’s mind, and her libidinous thoughts wandered haphazardly into uncharted territories…
How those muscles would feel against her palms as he strained above her...
How his sweat would taste on her tongue as she licked up his delectably thick neck…
If that thin birthmark that slashed across his lower belly really reached all the way down to his…
She was so lost in his scent, in the promise of the taste of his skin, that she unconsciously let out a low, throaty moan.
Within a second, he had stiffened, pulling away from her, and he held her at arm’s length, his face slightly pale as he spoke in a hushed whisper.
“Videl?” he asked.
She was so drunk on him that she barely noticed the way he had dropped the honorific at the end of her name.
Her head was heavy, her tongue felt like cotton against the roof of her mouth as she gaped, trying to find her voice so she could respond to him.
“Gohan…” she finally managed, momentarily confused by the breathy, husky sound that came out of her own lips.
She looked away, pulled rapidly out of her fantasies by her sheer embarrassment as she realized how… improper… she had just been.
“Oh Kami, what must Gohan be thinking of me right now?!” Videl thought, her face flushing once again from her humiliation.
Had she really just moaned against Gohan?!
Gohan cleared his throat, drawing her attention back to him, and she immediately noticed his reddened cheeks as he stared determinedly at the ground, seemingly unable to look at her.
He held out his hand towards her, and she took it out of habit, her fingers shaking slightly as she met the warmth of his skin with the clammy nervousness of her own.
Without another word, he pulled her up, turning back into the direction of West City.
She chanced a glance at him, catching his blush that reached all the way to his ears, and it was these tiny reactions that made her excitedly realize that Gohan wasn’t so clueless after all.
He was clearly uneasy, embarrassed, flustered… all signs pointed to the fact that he understood what had just happened. And if the way he firmly held her hand meant anything, it stood to reason that he must surely want her, as well.
Along with this enlightening thought, however, came a huge wave of dread, as she also realized that the same overwhelming signs showed that Gohan would never, ever, make the first move on her towards progressing their relationship.
He was far too pure, far too nice, and even if he did want her, he would be too much of a gentleman to ask.
If she wanted to get him to touch her, dropping hints and dressing provocatively wasn’t going to cut it.
Videl was going to have to seduce him, or explicitly tell him.
And she didn’t have a clue as to how.
Her thoughts raced in a messy jumble, trying to come up with an idea as to how to go about propositioning a man who could easily fly away from her at the first sign of awkwardness.
It was as she and Gohan flew over the sprawling Capsule Corp estate that took up most of the inner city that it suddenly hit her.
“Of course!” she thought. “Why didn’t I think of this sooner?”
Bulma-san.
The only woman she knew who had successfully gotten a violent, murderous alien warrior prince to commit and actually marry her, surely must have an idea on how to get Gohan to fall into bed with her!
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Videl landed softly on the well-kept grass of Capsule Corps’ main house, and she walked slowly towards the main door as she once again went over her plan.
She had given Gohan a bullshit excuse about going on a shopping trip with Erasa so that he wouldn’t wait for her to fly her home. He had smiled, then flown off, muttering something about needing to speak to an “elder”.
She, of course, needed to find Bulma-san.
“Oi.”
The sudden low growl from right behind Videl made her shriek, and she leapt backwards away from the hair-raising ki presence behind her, hands already raised in defense.
It took her less than a second to recognize the wild, dark hair, the terrifying eyes, and the thickly-muscled arms dressed in a loose blue shirt.
“Vegeta-san!” she exclaimed in relief, bowing low while she noted the low-rise jeans and running shoes. “I… I didn’t notice you there, I’m sorry!”
He smirked, crossing his arms as he leaned his weight on one leg, regarding her with curiosity.
“Gohan’s woman,” he addressed her, and she would have rolled her eyes if the situation she was in wasn’t so desperate. “What has brought you here?”
“I was… I was thinking of paying Bulma-san a visit,” she answered.
He raised a brow. “For what reason? Are you and the boy having problems?”
Her eyes flew open in surprise. “Um… not really. But I do need to ask her something important.”
His smirk widened. “Is the boy not… performing?”
She didn’t immediately catch on, but when she did, Videl felt all her blood rush painfully to her cheeks, and she sputtered, trying hard to deny his claim while knowing that her actions clearly stated that he wasn’t too far off.
Vegeta threw his head back, laughing maniacally at her discomfort, before he looked her in the eye with one of his trademark piercing glares.
“If that is your concern, you have come to the right place. Bulma, vulgar as she is, would be delighted to be of assistance. You can find her in the right wing,” he said, and without waiting for a response, he turned around to fly off to Kami-knows where.
Now even more embarrassed than she had already been to begin with, Videl marched stiffly towards the correct wing, sighing in relief when she finally found the beautiful, blue-haired older woman sitting amongst a pile of twisted metal and copper wires.
She stood silently, outside of the scientist’s line of sight, observing her as she expertly twisted myriad strands of wiring and mechanical plates together.
She had met Bulma several times before, and Videl knew her as a funny, irreverent woman whose tongue’s sharpness was rivaled only by her fashion sense. However, she had never actually seen the Capsule Corp heiress at work, and Videl was rather taken aback to realize that among her machines, Bulma truly looked the part of a mechanic: grease on her cheeks and on her blue overalls, a frown on her brow as she puzzled out what to do and how to make her machines work at optimum performance.
She had always wondered how the rich, incorrigible female genius had ever managed to find love with the stoic, volatile alien prince. Yet, looking at Bulma now, and thinking back to how Vegeta had behaved a few minutes earlier, Videl thought she finally understood.
At their cores, Bulma was an unfathomably intelligent woman who had fallen for a strategically crafty warrior, and Vegeta was a soldier whose wry sense of humor had found a complement in Bulma’s outlandish wit.
Bulma-san and Vegeta-san became their most buried, best selves, when with each other. They brought out the best aspects of each other…
They were perfect together, after all…
Videl then began to wonder if she, the loud and boyish daughter of a professional conman, truly was compatible with the shy, naturally-gifted boy who was the true savior of the Earth.
Forcing those thoughts aside, Videl stepped forward, waving her arms to catch Bulma’s attention.
Bulma looked up, eyes wide in surprise.
“Videl-chan,” she said with a smile, cheerfully waving back. “This is a surprise. What brings you here?”
Videl smiled uneasily, shifting her weight as she stood before the older woman, and she cringed back in horror as she realized that she had completely forgotten the words she had rehearsed in her head, and now had no idea how to start asking her questions.
“I… I… Bulma-san. I needed to ask you…” she stuttered.
Bulma just smiled. “Ask me what?”
Videl flushed in discomfort, eyes casting around as if searching the air for a written script on how to best phrase her doubts. “I… it’s about… Gohan-kun.”
“What about him?”
“I… oh Kami,” she muttered, running her fingers through her hair in agitation. “I am so sorry, I came here and I don’t even know how to start!”
“Well,” Bulma began, getting up from her work seat to walk towards Videl, pulling on her arm and leading her to sit on a nearby leather couch. They both sat, Bulma’s hand on Videl’s knee, and with a comforting squeeze, asked, “How about you start by telling me how things have been going on with you two?”
Videl rambled on about school, stuttering through her stories, and Bulma patiently smiled as she finally got to the part about the previous day’s detour.
“Ne, Videl,” Bulma said, a secretive smile on her lips, while a naughty spark suddenly entered her eyes. “You want to start having sex with Gohan, is that it?”
Videl’s entire face lit up a bright red, and she felt her mouth convulsively open and close even as not a single sound came out.
Bulma laughed, lightly slapping her arm. “It’s ok! You can tell me! I know that if I had met the love of my life while I was your age, I would have been dying to take him for a ride.”
“Bulma-san!”
“What?” Bulma laughed. “I get it now. You want it. And you don’t know how to tell him.”
Videl fidgeted in her seat. “I… I… Yes. Kami, yes. I want to do it with him. But… I don’t know if he wants it.”
“Nonsense!” Bulma waved a hand dismissively. “Gohan is like, twenty. All men at that age constantly have sex on the brain.”
“Yes, but… Should we?” Videl asked. “I mean… is he the one? How do I know? Is it the right time?”
Videl watched as Bulma’s face melted from her earlier carefree grin into a more serious, motherly smile.
“Do you love him, Videl-chan?” she asked.
“Yes,” she answered immediately. “I do. So much. But I also want to know if this is going to be forever, if I am really the best girl for him, and if he is really the best man for me.”
“Right now, what do you think?”
“I… I don’t know, Bulma-san,” she said resignedly. “I mean… I love him. But… how do I know that this isn’t going to change someday? When you… when you met Vegeta-san, how did you know that he was it?”
“I didn’t.”
“Whah-”
Bulma laughed. “I didn’t. Vegeta and I… we had a strange start, Videl.”
Videl knew that.
She also knew that in a strange way, Vegeta and Bulma were among the most stable, committed couples that she knew of, and so, Bulma’s flippant answer caught her entirely unaware.
Bulma grinned. “Videl-chan, when Vegeta and I started, it wasn’t ideal. It wasn’t sweet moments and young love like you and Gohan. It was a long, harsh, road. We had denied our feelings for each other, even after Trunks was born. But… I stayed with him when I realized that, even though he was the biggest jerk in the universe, he was my jerk. I couldn’t be away from him, and with him, I felt… free.”
Videl blinked. “Free?”
Bulma nodded. “I could be myself. I wasn’t the sophisticated, billionaire heiress that needed to have a smart and rehearsed answer for everything. I was just a woman – his woman, but I’d never hear the end of it if I acknowledged that – and with Vegeta… I could be as noisy, as smart, or as dumb as I could possibly be, and he would still be there, smirking back at me. He saw the best of me even during my worst moments, and I still loved him in spite of his. I realized then that there could never be anyone else for me.”
Videl stared down at her hands, mulling those words over.
She understood exactly what Bulma meant.
On the outside, Videl had to be perfect… a model citizen, the only daughter of the hero, Mr. Satan.
But with Gohan…
With Gohan, she was a dork, an ordinary girl who wanted to snuggle up to her boyfriend, uncaring of the expectations placed upon her shoulders.
And still, he had helped her become a better person, had made her realize skills that she had thought were far beyond her potential.
And suddenly, she remembered his words from the day before…
“You bring out the best in me, Videl-san.”
Gohan was Videl’s only one, just as Vegeta was the only one for Bulma.
“Thank you… I get it now, Bulma-san. Gohan-kun… he is the one for me,” Videl said, a thin sheen of tears standing at the edges of her eyes as she finally, truly understood.
“So then… back to your original question,” Bulma said, moving to take her hands and hold them comfortingly between her warm, gentle palms. “Are you sure you want to take the next step with him?”
Videl nodded.
“Then I don’t see why you shouldn’t,” Bulma said. “My only advice, of course, is to be safe about it. Use protection. You are both very young. Too young for the responsibility of a child. Goku had Gohan at around this age, but Goku is miles apart from Gohan, and I know that you two want to finish schooling first before starting a family.”
Videl felt the sides of her lips begin to lift in a smile, before she remembered the true question she wanted answered.
“But… Bulma-san… How do I get him to… you know?” Videl asked, her mortification mottling her face in varying shades of red.
Bulma brightened. “Ah! Do you need help with seduction, then? Coz I have a bunch of lingerie that I have never used yet, and I am pretty sure that he would go wild if he saw you wearing one.”
Videl shook her head. “I have tried to dress sexy for him. He doesn’t… he doesn’t seem to get it.”
Bulma went quiet, mouth in a tight line of contemplation. “Oh. Odd.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, what I mean is that Vegeta was pretty receptive to my advances when I really started trying,” Bulma said, and Videl cringed at the thought of the impending TMI.
“So Vegeta-san wasn’t… dense about it?” she asked.
“Oh Kami, no,” Bulma said, and Videl could swear that the glazed look that had suddenly entered the scientist’s blue eyes meant that she was thinking back on some very explicit memories.
“Oh.”
“Vegeta was very keen on it, he knew exactly where I was headed, and he went right along for the ride, it was awesome-”
“Bulma-san…”
“He was unstoppable! Well, still is, and-”
“Bulma-san.”
“There was even that one time when we-”
“Bulma-san!” Videl squealed, finally pulling Bulma out of her very eager trip down memory lane.
“Oops. Sorry. I got carried away,” she said, a hand raising up to scratch lightly at the back of her head as she started laughing. “But I guess, what I am trying to say is… clearly, Gohan does not share Vegeta’s knack for understanding non-verbal hints, so you gotta be more direct with him. You have to tell him. He’s a very nice boy, and I’m sure he would be very reasonable about it, Videl-chan.”
Videl’s cheeks may very well have turned permanently red at that point. “Yes but… that’s just it. I can’t find it in myself to actually say it, Bulma-san.”
Bulma frowned, and Videl saw her tense slightly, her head leaning near-imperceptibly towards the right. “Well… If you can’t say the words, Videl… I don’t know what to tell you. It seems to me like Gohan-kun may have taken after his father. And from what I know about the Sons, body language won’t cut it. Heck, I doubt anything short of you showing up naked in his bedroom will give Gohan-kun a hint!”
Videl stilled.
That was…
That was such an incredibly outlandish idea.
An incredibly outlandish idea that just might work.
She beamed up at Bulma, who had seemingly gotten distracted by other thoughts by then, before she stood up, shaking Bulma’s hand vigorously.
“Bulma-san, thank you! I know what to do now!” she said.
Bulma smiled back, standing and nodding at her with an enthusiastic thumbs-up. “Go get him, girl!”
Videl ran out, mind already turning with her newfound plan.
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Bulma glanced to her right with a sly smirk. “You can come out now.”
Her husband stepped casually away from the wall he had been leaning on, and Bulma grinned as he approached, arms crossed across his chest, a wry grin on his face.
“Spreading your vulgarity down to the children, I see,” he commented, and Bulma leaned up, laying a small kiss on his lips.
“No, I am not. She came to see me,” she responded. “Besides, hadn’t you been talking to Gohan just a few minutes before Videl arrived?”
Vegeta’s grin widened. “He had simply asked me for tips on how to control his strength during activities where one may inevitably lose control.”
“Oh, Videl is gonna be in trouble isn’t she?” Bulma cackled.
“Not in nearly as much trouble as you will be tonight, woman.”
“Tsk. Promises, promises.”
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It was incredibly convenient, Videl thought, that Bulma had suddenly decided to call Goku-san, Chichi-san, and Goten-kun for an overnight excursion in one of her new luxury hotels, the day after their little discussion.
She thanked all the gods for Bulma once again, and resolved to get her an amazing gift for her next birthday.
Gohan, predictably, had opted to stay at home since he had an exam to study for.
Videl had snuck into his bedroom, arriving just a few minutes before Gohan did.
Before heading over, she had washed, scrubbed, shaved and exfoliated every single inch of herself, and she ran her hands down her silky legs as she began to set her plan into motion.
Videl hurriedly stripped naked, dumping her clothes onto a chair in the corner of Gohan’s neat little bedroom, before she made a bee-line for his small bed, diving beneath the covers just as she felt his ki wash over her as he approached the clearing where the little house stood.
She flared her own ki lightly, grinning when she felt his energy respond in kind.
She heard the front door creak open, and her stomach knotted in nervousness bordering on terror, even while her heart beat madly in anticipation.
“Videl-san?” Gohan called out, as she heard his light footsteps padding closer.
“In your bedroom, Gohan-kun!” she croaked, and she cleared her throat one last time before the door knob began to turn, and she closed her eyes tightly for a second before she opened them to regard the man that had begun to move into the room.
“Videl-san, what are yo-” he began cheerfully, cutting himself with a sharp inhale as he slowly, very surprisedly, took in the sight that laid before him.
“Vi-Videl-san!” he called softly, voice choked in absolute shock.
“Hi, Gohan-kun,” she whispered, hands tightly clutching the blankets that hid her clearly nude form from his awed gaze.
“Are you… are you…”
“Yes?”
“I-” he squeaked, before clearing his throat, and in a more reasonable tone, asked, “Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?”
“Well… yes,” Videl answered, flushing darkly as she watched him openly gape at her, still as a statue, still standing right in front of the open door. “This is your fault, you know.”
“Me?!”
“Yes! Kami, Gohan, I have tried every trick in the book, but you just didn’t seem to get it!” she cried. “I had to resort to a… a more drastic method.”
Gohan’s stiff stance seemed to relax marginally, before he, with a small voice, asked. “Are you… are you trying to seduce me, Videl-san?”
She rolled her eyes. “What do you think?”
She watched as Gohan appeared to straighten, and his nervous eyes suddenly hardened into that firm, decisive look that he had on when faced with a foe that he intended to defeat.
“You want us to make love?”
She nodded.
“Are you absolutely sure?”
Videl smiled. “I have never been more sure of anything in my life, Gohan-kun.”
She could have sworn that she heard him mutter a relieved “Oh, thank Kami,” before his clothes melted off in a flurry of Super Saiyan frustration and he was above her, grasping madly at her body, the blanket somehow suddenly on the floor as he lunged forward and hungrily kissed her like the survival of the universe depended on the taste of her lips.
The last coherent thought that Videl had, before Gohan repeatedly brought her to heaven and back throughout the entirety of the night and the early morning, was that she had been right about that darn birth mark after all.
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hey! you!
do you like cartoons or anime? specifically the action genre? are you looking for something to watch while you wait for voltron season 7 to roll around? if so, Ive got the show for you!
hailing from the dark ages of 2010, this show includes a main cast of 5(4 technically, since snake eyes wasnt in the military in this version, I think, but who’s counting) ex-military war criminals who run around in their stolen van trying to expose an evil corporation’s secrets, but mostly getting into trouble.
sold yet? I hope so. G.I. Joe Renegades is an overall, fairly good, well animated show that you may have watched on the hub back when you were a kid, if youre around my age.
while it has it’s downfalls, it’s humor is pretty great and the pacing is nice. theres filler, but it really doesnt feel like filler. additionally, the action is well done and so far? the characters are all pretty enjoyable.
said characters include,
snake eyes, a mute ninja who honestly just swoops in whenever the other guys need help. quality backstory, some of the best action scenes in the show. his strange mixture of hand motions, nodding, and body language as communication is endearing. also he has a motorcycle. and is one of my favorite animated characters of all time. 11/10.
scarlett o’hara. though unfortunately the only lady in the group, she’s a very interesting character. she’s the tech guru, and spends most of her time trying to get duke to stay out of other people’s business. the entire operation would probably fall apart without her. developing relationship with snake eyes, also does all of his interpretation.
roadblock. think hunk from voltron. underappreciated brains + brawn combo. he also cooks for the group, is the resident mechanic, and supplies tunes. really just super ride or die, he’ll help with anything. super wholesome Good Man who deserves the world. really great dynamic with tunnel rat. probably my second favorite character.
tunnel rat. demolitions expert, medicine expert, and resident common sense filter. if I had to explain his character in one sentence, it would be “here, eat this plant, it’ll cure all your woes.” probably smokes weed. tries, along with scarlett, to get everyone to stay out of trouble. pretends to be upset with roadblock but definitely loves him anyway.
duke. generic action protag, or a less interesting jack morrison. while he’s the least intriguing of the group in my opinion, he’s doing his best and really wants to help people. the entire reason the team gets into trouble all the time. he’s pretty vanilla and prefers doing things by the book, yknow, like captain america. before he became a war criminal. except duke is still like that. got a cool friend on the inside who helps them get away with their shenanigans.
if you havent drunk the koolaid yet, g.i. joe is a series of comics, movies, and cartoons that dates back to the 80s with a lot of offshoots and variables. youre probably mostly familiar with g.i. joe action figures.
all in all, renegades is a great take on the g.i. joe franchise, and a pretty high quality cartoon. it isnt long, and it’ll probably never get any new episodes ever, but it’s worth a watch. I reccomend it highly. if only just for snake eyes.
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#g.i. joe renegades#gi joe renegades#snake eyes#duke#scarlett o’hara#tunnel rat#roadblock#gif#long post#renegades#g.i. joe#gi joe#reccomendation#voltron#legendary defender#cartoon#2010#2011#the hub#reccomend#avatar the last airbender#legend of korra#anime#rad junk
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Professional Integrity
This is the Professional Integrity series, part one. For all other parts and additional IkeSen works by me, see here.
Note: I know I said that I didn’t want to do another Mitsuhide or Kenshin fic so soon after Taste. I PROMISE I thought that was true at the time. Unfortunately, I am also an idiot.
Also, a lot of this series deals with grief, and this first chapter touches on cancer. That is not the focus of the story, but if that is upsetting to you, please be advised.
Last note: The story about the apartment complex actually happened to me. I blame Psy.
The email popped into his inbox scarcely a month after his last contract ended, subject reading: EMPLOYMENT INQUIRY. He thumbed across his cell phone lazily, draped snakelike in his bed.
It wasn’t the first time he’d received an employment offer from someone so famous. His services were invaluable to those in the spotlight. If you needed someone to trace threats and negate them before they even registered, he was your man. He scrubbed offensive messages from social media, chased leads with precision, and enjoyed it the whole damn while. What was someone else’s nightmare was his good time.
The actor’s name rang a bell: James Matthews. A quick google search later, and he’d gleaned several bits of information. One, he’d been in a bunch of high profile action movies and was widely considered a ‘hunk’. Two, he’d just gotten married to a childhood friend, a lovely looking woman who his eyes lingered over.
And the offer wasn’t for him to protect the actor. No. This was entirely about his wife.
“She’s getting a lot of threats,” Mr. Matthews’ manager sighed in the interview. “You know the sort of thing. Heartthrob gets married, the fans lose their minds, so on.”
“Seen it before.” Mitsuhide nursed his coffee. “Anything else I need to know?”
“You’ll be doing a lot of hospital detail.”
Mitsuhide frowned. “I’m sorry to hear that. May I ask why?”
The manager chewed on the end of a pen cap. At last, they sighed. “Mr. Matthews was diagnosed with stomach cancer last month. His prognosis is... not excellent.”
Oh. Well, that certainly changed things. “I’m sorry indeed. When should I be starting?”
Mrs. Matthews was not one of the Hollywood elite. As near as Mitsuhide could tell, she was a banking teller well up until her rushed wedding a month ago. She had long hair that threaded around her shoulders, dark, soft eyes, and long eyelashes. Everyone affectionately referred to her as ‘Princess’, for reasons he wasn’t certain of and didn’t bother asking after. He had a job to do, and precious little of that involved getting to really know his charge.
“Mitsuhide Akechi.” He introduced himself with a shake of her hand and a thin smile.
“Goodness.” She laughed, a tinge of sadness and fatigue hovering just around the fine lines of her mouth. Her voice was sweet and stable, like someone used to holding their own. “I love the name.”
“Familial name. It’s been passed down a bit.”
“James would come and meet you, but...” The smile wilted a fraction. “You’ve already been appraised?”
“Mm, yes. My condolences. This is a difficult time for you both.”
She didn’t answer that, but her eyes told a story difficult to miss. “Well, at this point, all we can do is pray.”
He spent every morning scrubbing her social media.
Whore. Gold digger. She’s not even pretty. Just using him for his money... and they vanished with a click. Mitsuhide took a sip of coffee and calmly waded through the barrage of insults, barely impacted by them. He wasn’t even sure she was checking her accounts, anyway. They spent most mornings together in the hospital, listening to the rush of doctors and a barrage of medical information. Mitsuhide wasn’t privy to most of it. He sat in a chair outside the door, calmly checking I.D.s before allowing them access.
Still, meager though his involvement was with the couple, he realized the dynamic wasn’t what he’d thought it was. They weren’t married, per se. At least, they certainly weren’t married for love. Oh, there was love alright. He saw it in the ways her eyes were bloodshot and tired every night when he escorted her from the hospital, how she cried on the phone to her best friend Sasuke, the way she sat in eternal stillness in front of the TV at home, barely absorbing the comedy on the screen. They had affection for each other. But in love? No.
No, Mr. Matthews and the Princess were married for two reasons, and they both revolved utterly around his diagnosis: to allow someone he trusted and could care for him access to his hospital room, and for the sheer novelty of getting to check that off his list before the end.
Four months in, and Mitsuhide knew things weren’t getting any better. She hadn’t risen yet, so he rapped lightly on her bedroom door.
“Princess?”
The creak of a mattress. She opened it to him, eyes bloodshot and puffy.
“I’m sorry,” she mumbled, and forced a smile on her lips. “Good morning.”
“Morning,” he offered back, excluding the ‘good’ for obvious reasons. “Do you need coffee?”
“Maybe.” Her voice was distant.
“I’ll get you some.”
He puttered around the kitchen by himself, fiddling with their keurig (it was entirely too complicated. He had a nice, simple one himself, and that suited just fine, not this behemoth) when she joined him there.
“Room service,” he announced dryly, setting the mug in front of her. She set her cellphone down on the counter, staring into it.
“Thank you.”
He turned back to the keurig, struggling to make sense of the buttons again, before he heard a soft noise. Oh no. Turning his head, he watched her shield her eyes from him.
“I’m sorry,” she mumbled through a cracked sob. “I’m sorry.”
“Was the coffee really that bad?” Mitsuhide joked softly. What was he supposed to do? Hesitating by the counter, he set his hands on the edge. “Don’t apologize to me. It’s a very difficult time for you both.”
“They...” She struggled to keep down the tears, but it was too late. She waved her phone around. “Sasuke isn’t picking up.”
“That bastard. Do you need me to fight him for you? That’s in my job description.”
That made her laugh, weak though it was. “No.”
“Well, I can. You’ve hired me for my enviable brawn, after all.”
“I got a call from the hospital,” she blurted out. “They’re moving him to hospice.”
Oh.
Mitsuhide stood rooted to the spot. He was good with words--he’d been good with them all his life--but he suddenly felt very empty of them.
“I’m sorry,” he offered, and it felt pathetic.
“Don’t--don’t apologize, I--”
But she was breathless now, covering her eyes again and crumpling over the counter. Before he knew it, he was by her side, taking her arm and lowering her off the bar stool. “You need to sit somewhere you won’t fall over.”
“I’m s-s-s-sorry, I--oh god--” She clutched his arms and leaned her face heavy against his chest, hard, wracking sobs shaking her.
“That’s fine,” he soothed, cupping his hands around her shoulders protectively. “It’s fine.”
Her knees buckled; he caught her weight in his arms just in time, but they slid to the floor together. Might as well accept it. Mitsuhide grunted and rocked his feet out from under him, cradling her fragile frame against his as she fell apart.
She’s married him for a house I hear she’s a bitch She’s got some serious resting bitch face that’s for sure He can do better--
He never could look the same at her again after that.
They practically lived at the hospital now. She slept crumpled up tight in an armchair by James’ bed, head lolling onto her shoulder and knuckles white from restrained tears. Mitsuhide wrapped her in a blanket and tucked a pillow under her head, shutting the door behind him for the long vigil.
She spread cream cheese on James’ bagels and fed them to him in small bites, telling jokes and smiling. She reminisced on their high school days, recounting them back to him so he could remember something other than being in the hospital bed. Sometimes he even laughed at them, though it visibly hurt. But she never, ever, ever cried in that hospital room. Not in front of James.
“Mitsuhide,” she remarked one day, settled in by James’ knee and petting it soothingly.
“Yes?” He looked up from the chair in the corner, cellphone in hand.
“Want to hear the story about how James and I nearly collapsed an apartment complex in college?”
“Oh, god.” James choked a laugh.
“I do love a good story about illegal activities.” Mitsuhide smirked.
“Oh, we weren’t doing anything illegal.” She grinned bright at him, and Mitsuhide wondered if she hid a halo under that soft river of hair. “Well, not that time.”
“I’m still not over that,” James mumbled.
“So, we were at this party, right? It was Halloween, and we went to the JMU campus in Virginia. A friend of ours invited us there. This was...” She eyed James. “Our senior year. I was dating that guy with the law degree, so, 2012?”
“Yeah,” he croaked. “That’s about right, cause I was still seeing Allison. That’s the same year I got cast in Bad Intentions.”
“Right. And they’d thrown up these apartment complexes, these flimsy things with four floors. And we didn’t know it, but they weren’t exactly... well, they didn’t have a great weight threshold.”
“A good story always involves buildings not up to code,” Mitsuhide joked lightly. “Continue.”
“So we’re in this apartment on the forth floor, and everyone is just smashed. And I didn’t drink at the time, so I kind of went and got myself into the corner by the radio and started playing at DJ. You know, just playing top hits and all that. Party songs.”
“Alright.”
“And I’m standing there, and James comes over to me--”
“Now,” James laughed weakly, “Don’t blame this on me.”
“--You suggested it! He leans in and says,” and she leaned forward, her eyes flashing conspiratorially, “‘why don’t we play Gangam Style?’“
Mitsuhide laughed out loud. “Poor building integrity and Psy. Do continue.”
“And I’m an idiot, so I do. I turn it on, and the whole apartment complex, all four floors, rushes up the stairs!” She was laughing now, her smile brighter than he’d ever seen it. “There were so many people up there, and they’re all doing the dance--”
“--you know.” James pantomimed the arms with his.
“I do know,” Mitsuhide replied, amused. “My friend Masamune would quote it to annoy Ieyasu, or dance it past his room. Do go on.”
Princess brushed back her hair with a hand, continuing. “And the floor starts to buckle. So I’m freaked out, of course--the beams are just--” she bounced her hand up and down to demonstrate, “--just crying out for mercy, like ‘what. do. you. want. from. me!?’, and I’m just kind of hanging in for dear life, and James, of course, has to freak me out by saying, ‘grab the counter top, it’ll collapse last’--”
“Did I?” He laughed.
“You did. Scared me to death! And thank god, it didn’t actually collapse, but I promise you I got out of that building as soon as the song was done.”
Mitsuhide grinned broadly, the chuckle rumbling in his throat. “Psy: Destroyer of Buildings.”
“He almost was, that night.” Her laughter petered off into stillness. He just watched the sunlight from the window drape over her shoulders, frame her jaw and eyelashes beautifully. “Ah. He almost was.”
James passed away three days later.
If her grief before was vocal, now it was silent. He could see it in the slowness of her steps, the way he found her up well past four in the morning, staring blankly into space in the kitchen. More often than not he would put her to bed on the couch.
“If you’re going to be out of your room,” he chided gently, draping a blanket over her, “then at least try and sleep a little bit.”
Media accosted her at her doorstep almost constantly. Fans bombarded the gate of her driveway with flowers and posters and signed DVDs, candles (that lit the gifts on fire more than once) and other offerings. She holed up in the living room and saw no one but the lawyers, James’ former manager, Sasuke, and himself.
“Fucking vultures,” she snapped once, wrenching the blinds shut.
He went out there later that day and firmly shooed them all away.
The funeral was a small, private affair, but Mitsuhide had to plant himself between her and the cameras jammed in her face in the tiny stretch between the front door and her car. More than once he cupped a hand over a microphone and shoved it back, fixing them with a glare icy enough to kill.
“Mitsuhide?” She murmured from the back seat of the sedan.
“Yes?” He glanced into the back from the driver’s seat.
“I...” She cupped her chin in her hand--her small, sweet, kind hands--and stared out the window, her black dress modest on her. “Let’s get out of here.”
“What does that mean?” He asked, taking another turn down her street.
“I want to leave town for a bit,” she answered him, more firmly. “A road trip.”
“Road trip? You could just fly wherever.”
“No.” She shook her head firmly. “I’d really like to just drive.”
“Well, I’m beholden to wherever you go, Princess,” he answered mildly, and laid on the horn to scare away a fresh gaggle of onlookers from the front driveway. “If you’d like a road trip, then we can do that.”
She looked up into the rear view mirror at him for a long, penetrating moment, and he wondered if she was staring straight into his soul.
“Yeah,” at last she answered him. “Yeah. I think I want to do that.”
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some headcanons about keith’s ‘ default ’ relationship with the paladins & co.
note: i ( typically ) don’t apply these to threads with said muses, since that’s something I like to build collaboratively with input from their mun. this is just for the sake of establishing his dynamic with the characters who aren’t being actively written in a thread ( & can then be commented on or mentioned by keith / other characters. )
allura: keith feels empathy for allura, having experienced the traumatic loss of his own father when he was young. he respects her composure and resilience and appreciates her leadership throughout the trails they’ve faced, particularly her ability to balance the need for practicality over emotionality, without sacrificing the compassion necessary to address the ‘ human ’ element of any given situation. he identifies with what he sees as their similarities — their shared tendency to shield their inner world from others, to hold themselves apart from the rest of the team; their hesitance to show vulnerability — and admires her for the ways in which they differ, namely, allura’s ability to show such genuine kindness, her authenticity in her interactions with others ( when she does open up ).
shiro: keith been knowin’ him a long time. they met when keith was a young teen, think freshman in high school. keith had been in the foster care system for several years at that point. he didn’t have much of a social life. no support system. there was very little consistency in his life. his automechanics mentor was the only consistent relationship in his life — and although that was valuable, he was a much older fellow, more of a grandfather figure. keith didn’t have any relationships with his peers. he really lacked in guidance and support.
shiro became an important figure in his life, providing him with that encouragement he’d been missing. shiro was a role model, much like an older brother might be, but he was also a friend. keith may have had a childish crush on him for a moment in time; the kind that teens tend to get when someone gives them positive attention and they go a li’l crazy — typical baby gay misplacing his affections. but keith was one of those emo adolescents who were all ‘ ew i can’t believe this ’ @themselves and their peers when they spiral into a childish crush. it was never something he brought up, bc having shiro in his life as a friend and mentor was more important. it faded away, the way silly teenage crushes tend to do, and if you asked him about it now he’d laugh about it. basically that close friend your gay ass went through a phase of crushing on but ya worked through it and now y’all inseparable as friends.
pidge: the paladin he ‘ clicked ’ with. keith identifies with pidge as a fellow introvert and rational, logic-based thinker. pidge gets him in a way that the others ( maybe even shiro tbh ) don’t, because they have a similar way of thinking and interacting with the world around them, moreso than the other paladins, who are more emotions-oriented. which isn’t to say that pidge and keith are emotionless robots, or that the other paladins are emotional. obviously not. pidge and keith just think in more technical terms. they’re both innovators, although keith is more action-oriented, and pidge is more of a tinkerer; something that keith appreciates and finds fascinating, bc even though he used to do some tinkering of his own as an automechanic, pidge is much more skilled at creating and rigging things on the fly. hella cool. pidge would be his go-to wingman for missions, because pidge’s skillset compliments his ( brains + brawn ), and they can work together on the same wavelength.
lance: honestly—? probably the paladin he has the most tenuous relationship with. their personalities are on opposite ends of the spectrum. lance is much more outspoken and extroverted. sometimes he’s downright loud, which keith, as an introvert, often finds incredibly irritating. because of this, the two of them got off to a shaky start. over time keith has come to appreciate his sense of humor, and sees lance as a valuable teammate. however, whereas keith has opened up with pidge, and identifies with allura, he remains reserved with lance, and doesn’t really know what to think about him, or how to talk to him. all this comes back to their difference in personality. keith could grow to appreciate lance for their differences, learning from them and perhaps growing as a person with lance’s influence, but right now he’s still in a state of feeling wary and unsure. sidenote, there was also some jealousy stirring in keith bc lance has that big, loving family dynamic that he lost as a child, and he knows it’s dumb but yeah. less of a problem now that keith has been reunited with his mother and started to heal some of those old wounds. lowkey wants to ask lance if he likes surfing ever since he mentioned going to the beach but doesn’t wanna put himself out there lmao.
hunk: the only person who can make keith smile when he’s cranky. similar to lance, keith sees hunk as someone with a different personality, and doesn’t quite know how to approach him. however, hunk is a much gentler personality than lance. he has a quiet strength and soothing presence that keith appreciates, but he feels a bit inadequate trying to interact with hunk, because unlike him, hunk can be so open and genuine with others. keith admires him for that. it reminds him rather uncomfortably of his own inadequacy when it comes to interpersonal relationships, and openness, and vulnerability. hunk gives him that vibe of someone who would be there for you, and keith doesn’t really know what to do with that because he’s so fucking emotionally constipated, but it’s comforting to know that hunk has their backs, and to think that he would be there, if keith needed him. suspects hunk is probably the best person to go to for relationship advice because he gets along so well with everyone and is a very thoughtful person. loves hunk’s memey sense of humor. plus hunk feeds them and honestly keith loves him for that.
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Writing Your Story: Chap. 3 - Drinking Games
Summary: Dean takes Raelyn to a bar to get to know her better and after many drinks they get into a heated game with high stakes.
Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel and Raelyn Nichols (OFC)
Pairing: Dean X Raelyn (OFC)
Warnings: Fluff… oh the Fluff
Word Count: 3020
A/N: This chapter was a lot of fun to write. I hope you all love the banter between Dean and Raelyn. This is unbeta so all mistakes are mine. Likes, comments and reblogs are marvelous and I will love you forever for them.
Raelyn did not get too far before she heard quick footsteps coming from behind her. “Raelyn! Raelyn wait, please!” She heard Dean shout. She stopped not turning to face him as he caught up to her. “Hey…” he softly said as he stood in front of her. She stared down at their feet and gravel, “What do you want Dean?” She watched him take a step back and looked up at him. He was the perfect height for her where she could fit just under his chin. “Why don’t we go down to this local bar I found. We could grab a few drinks and talk.” He sounded sincere in his offer but she had dreamed of enough of his hook-ups that she knew she would be setting herself up for heartache. Raelyn began to shake her head and walk around Dean when he stepped in front of her blocking her escape route. “No future talk. No soulmate whatever. Just a few drinks to get to know you since you know everything about me.” She took a chance looking up at him and her resolve faded. “Alright.” She said following him back to the Impala.
Once they were seated at a table in the bar each with a beer, Raelyn could feel herself starting to relax. “This place reminds me of my regular bar back in college.” Dean chucked looking around the place. “Where did you go to college?” She set her beer down and ran her finger around the rim of her glass. “Northwestern University in Evanston.” Dean seemed to want to ask something but looked slightly embarrassed to ask, “What?” she prompted him. “I haven’t heard of too many universities before other than the few Sam applied to when he was college age but I have heard of that one. You must be smart to go there.” Raelyn laughed, “I don’t know about that. I earned my Masters in English Literature from there.” Dean scrunched up his nose slightly in disgust as Raelyn continued laughing. “I’m sure you have no use for someone who has a degree in English.” Dean shook his head, “Actually, at times, it could be handy to have someone who has read a lot books. That is why Sammy is the brains and I’m the brawn.” Dean flex his arms as Raelyn threw her head back in laughter.
Raelyn and Dean talked a great deal about her growing up in Missouri. They traded a few of their favorite things. Raelyn realized they had a lot more in common than she thought. It had been a long time since she enjoyed getting to know someone. Even though she knew a lot about Dean already the things she learned about him sitting in that bar were immeasurable. A comfortable silence fell between them as Dean was watching the baseball game on a tv above the bar. She made mental notes of how other people acted around him. Any female was drawn to him like a magnet and the men were either impressed or jealous by him. As their waitress came back, Dean held up two fingers and she flashed him a big smile. “Do you ever get sick of women throwing themselves at you?” Dean puckered his lips thinking, “Sometimes I do. I don’t know I guess since I’m older I get tired of the one-night stands.” His answered surprised her which apparently showed as he smiled at her. “Believe it or not, Raelyn, I have thought about the whole settling down and having a family thing. There are hunting families out there, but being a Winchester is different. We hold a huge responsibility for this world and explaining that to anyone is difficult. Hell, you’re probably the only normal person who would understand that.”
Raelyn was surprised by his honesty and now a question was burning on the tip of her tongue. She noticed Dean staring at her, “Spit it out, Raelyn.” She ran her tongue over her bottom lip as she gently bit it. She heard Dean suck in a breath as his eyes were fixed on her mouth. “What do you think of this whole soulmate thing?” Dean’s eyes moved from her lips to her eyes and she swore he was looking deep inside her soul. His bright green eyes were shining and dare she say even hopeful, but his words sliced through her like a knife. “I don’t believe in fates or destinies. We all make our own choices rather it is with saving the world or who we want to spend the rest of our lives with. If we don’t want to be with one another then we don’t have to be.” She tried to not let her disappointment show, but she could not help to slump back into her chair. The waitress returned with two shots placing them in front of Dean. “Thanks sweetheart.” He said winking at her and Raelyn felt her heart dropping to her stomach. Dean slid one of the shot over to Raelyn and she downed it immediately. “Miss? Could we have a couple of more?” Raelyn asked deciding that drinking her unwanted feelings away was better than marinating in them.
After a few more shots, Raelyn saw a pool table open up. “Come on, pretty boy let’s play some pool.” Dean shrugged as they stood up walking over to the table. “I don’t play unless they are stakes so what are we playing for?” Raelyn giggled at the thought running through her head but shook it out. “What do you want to play for?” she asked. Dean took a moment to think as he racked the balls up. “Do you have any more conventions or appearances to make in the near future?” He asked as Raelyn grabbed a pool stick. “Um, no. I’m not scheduled to do anymore appearances for a while. Why?” He walked over grabbing a stick for himself. He was standing extremely close to her and his scent was invading all of her senses. Leather, whiskey and faint smell of cinnamon. “If I win then you come stay with Sam and I at the bunker for a while. Help us research and see what it is really like living the glamorous life of a hunter.” Raelyn’s body trembled ever so slightly at the thought of being around Sam and Dean for an extended length of time. “Okay and if I win?” She asked as the jukebox had started to play a song loudly. Dean leaned down, his lips grazing her neck right below her ear sending shivers down her spine. “You win, then I take you out on a date of your choosing. We’ll see if there is anything to this soulmate thing.” He leaned back slightly to look into her eyes and she leaned up closer their noses almost touching. “You’re on pretty boy.”
They decided to play two out of three to make it fair. The first game, Dean had dominated over Raelyn which was exactly what she wanted. The many nights with her college friends playing pool she learned how to hustle overly cocky players. She observed Dean as he would line up his shots and decisions he would make about particularly difficult shots. He was good, probably one of the better players she had ever gone up against. The second game, she barely won and she was nervous that she was going to lose though really with these stakes she was a winner either way. Raelyn racked the balls as Dean stood at the other end. She was terrible at breaking so she allowed him to break which could work for or against her. She watched as he leaned down aiming his stick at the cue ball. He looked up at her giving his best cocky smirk to her. She rolled her eyes in response while on the inside slowly melting to mush. Damn, he was good at making her complete and utter gooey mess. It came down to each of them have a couple of balls and the eight ball. She knelt down to see if she could make sure she could make her shot. Dean leaned over slightly smiling as he watched her line up her shot. She sunk the first ball but missed on her second and that is when she knew he was going to clear the table.
Dean had his chest puffed out as they returned to their table. “Did you see how beautiful that eight ball went into the corner pocket?” He boasted as Raelyn finished her beer. “Yes, Dean I saw it. Now you get to have me staying at the Bunker and I will just take all kinds of notes to put in my next novel.” She did not realize what she said until she saw Dean’s jaw drop. “So, you are writing another novel!” He exclaimed as she got up from her chair. “I’m going to go use the restroom now. Be back in a bit.” She heard him chuckling as she made her way to the ladies’ room. When she was seated in a stall she heard two other women come in. “Did you see that gorgeous hunk of flannel?” Raelyn stifled her laugh making a mental note to put that in one of her novels in the future. “I know! What is he doing with that woman? No way, a man like that can be satisfied with a girl like her. Did you see what she was wearing? Don’t get me start on how big she is.” Raelyn’s smiled faded as she listened to the women go on about her clothes and looks. She waited until they left the restroom before coming out of the stall. Raelyn was used to people judging her and they had only said the words she had thought a million times over in her head. She was not the type of woman that could hold Dean’s attention or desire. That harsh realization hit her like a ton of bricks. She splashed water on her face and watched as her tears mixed the droplets of water running down her cheeks. Taking a deep breath, she squared her shoulders back and walked out of the restroom. As she rounded a corner she heard one of the women talking with Dean and sitting in her chair.
Dean looked up as you were approaching the table. “Babe, you’re back. I was just telling this lovely lady here all about our getaway road trip we are taking.” Raelyn smiled as she stood next to Dean’s chair. “Oh yeah?” Raelyn placed her hand on Dean’s shoulder as he slipped his arm around her waist. The woman’s expression was priceless as she gawked at them. “Yeah, I was telling her as soon as you got back we were heading back to the hotel.” Dean wiggled his eyebrows suggestively as she giggled. The woman stood up, “Well I should let you get on your way.” She walked around the opposite side of Raelyn leaning down and whispered, “If you get bored with her give me a call.” She set a business card on the table while walking away. Dean stood up placing a few bills on the table leaving the business card on the table and returned his arm around Raelyn’s waist as they walked out. As they passed the woman and her friend, Dean whispered to Raelyn, “I’m sorry for this…” Raelyn was about to ask and then she felt his large hand smack her butt firmly jolting her forward. Raelyn turn around to give him a piece of her mind but then watch the woman’s face turn red in jealously. As soon as the door to the bar shut she smacked his shoulder. “That is the only time you are getting away with smacking me on the ass, Winchester.” She huffed as he stopped to catch his breath from laughing. “Did you see her face though? Oh god… that was great. I haven’t had that much fun in years.” Raelyn relaxed slightly chuckling finally at the whole scene. Dean settled down and as they approached the Impala, “You know what because I had so much fun with you. I think we should go on a date of your choice.”
Raelyn looked up at him surprised. “Dean, you don’t have to go out on a date with me just because you feel bad for those women in there saying things about me. I’m a big girl and can handle it.” Dean started to speak but she held up her hand, “Let’s just go back to the motel and see what Sam and Cas are up too.” Raelyn quickly got into the Impala before Dean could say anything. He sighed defeated and got in the car as well. When they returned to the motel Raelyn’s car was gone and Sam was alone on his laptop in the room. “Where’s Cas?” she asked slightly panicked that he took off with her car. “He went back to your condo to grab some of your things for you. I told him to wait for you but he wanted to be helpful.” Raelyn sat down chuckling as she put her head in her hands. “Freaking angel…” she muttered. She picked up her phone quickly dialing Castiel’s number. “Hello Raelyn.” He answered. “Cas, don’t worry about going into my underwear drawer. I will just buy new ones. Same with my bras… just grab shirts and pants.” Raelyn paused as she glanced over to the brothers who were both snickering. “It does not bother me to see your undergarments. Like you, I find you pleasing to look at.” She let out a frustrated sigh. “Cas, why are you even packing my stuff?” Castiel was silent for a moment, “When you left with Dean I looked out the window and saw a hooded man watching you. I think he may be some sort of demon.” She caught Dean’s attention as her eyes went wide and her mouth made a small o shape. “Are you sure?” She asked. “No. I would rather you stay with Sam and Dean to keep you safe. Is there anything else you need from your apartment that I could bring?” Raelyn rattled off everything she needed to Castiel and ended the call.
“Raelyn, what is it?” Dean asked his tone stern. “Cas, saw someone watching me when we left for the bar. A man in a hood who he thinks may be a demon. He wants me to stay with you two so I’m safe.” Raelyn rubbed the back of her neck as the brothers had a silent communication going on. “Raelyn, we will protect you, no matter what we are up against. First thing tomorrow, we will get you officially initiated into our Scooby Gang.” Dean said as he pulled down the collar of his shirt revealing his anti-possession tattoo. Raelyn snickered as she stood up turning her back towards the boys. She lifted her shirt up revealing her back where at the top of her spine was her anti-possession tattoo. “Beat you to it already. The moment Chuck and Cas told me all about monsters I went and got one.” She pulled her shirt back down and turned to see Dean biting his lower lip. “Smart idea.” Sam said as he averted his eyes back down to his laptop.
When Castiel returned to the motel, Raelyn was curled up on Sam’s bed resting her eyes. She could not get herself to fall asleep. Castiel came in with a duffle bag and bookbag filled with items. Raelyn hugged the angel and kissed him on the cheek causing a shade of pink to rise in his cheek. “Thank you, Cas. I will go and see if there is an extra room available.” She was getting ready to walk out when Castiel stopped her. “I think it would be best if you stay in the same room as Sam and Dean. I do not want anything to happen to you and I need to go check a few leads on this hooded man.” Raelyn looked at Castiel as if he was crazy and pointed to the beds, “Cas, there are only two beds and no couch. Where am I supposed to sleep?” She had turned towards Dean when she heard a whooshing sound. “Damn it Cas!” She yelled out. Dean chuckled as he grabbed her duffle bag, “You can sleep next to me. I’m a heavy sleeper so don’t worry about waking me up.” He set her bag on the opposite side of his and suddenly her stomach was fluttering with nerves. “Fine. I’m going to shower and get some sleep if possible.” Raelyn rummaged through her bag grabbing what she needed and headed into bathroom.
She leaned against the sink trying to calm herself down. Her body was coiled so tight her nerves were shot. She started the water getting it as hot as she could possibly stand and then let it cascade over her entire body. She thought back on the last couple of days and how her life had really flipped upside down. Chuck had told her that monsters might come for her but the hooded man and the whole soulmate thing with Dean was a little much for her. After washing her hair and body she let the water run over her until it turned cold. Putting on her pajamas she gathered her things and walked out to see Sam’s back facing her as he was laying on his side. Dean was sitting up on his side of the bed flipping through TV channels. “You know, I could just sleep on the floor.” She said putting it things away in her bag. Dean shook his head, “I really don’t mind sharing a bed with you. Who knows, maybe we will both get some sleep.” He flipped off the TV as she climbed into bed next to him. They laid with their backs mere inches from one another. “Goodnight Raelyn.” He whispered making her smile. “Goodnight pretty boy.” The last thing she heard before drifting to sleep was his soft laughter.
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Hey, I was wondering if you had any posts talking about how the VLD Paladins compare in personality to their DotU counterparts. I want to write some universe hopping fic and want to get them right.
Not yet, though it’s something I’ve wanted to do. I can give you a basic rundown for the time being.
Hunk: Didn’t have VLD Hunk’s nervousness or skills at diplomacy. Scared of heights, however. Brawn of the team. Hot tempered, with it usually flaring at the sight of injustice. However, he would occasionally lose his temper at his teammates (Lance and Pidge had to hold him back from going after Keith in “A Pretty Spy” for example), though it was usually quick to cool in this case. Had an especially close bond with Pidge who referred to as his Little Buddy. Had a special place in his heart for children. Loved food but not a cook.
Pidge: Mischievous and playful. More outgoing than VLD Pidge. While extremely intelligent, he rarely spouted techno jargon. Temperamental. Enjoys nature and has an affinity for animals. He was the only one besides Allura who could understand what the Space Mice were saying. Is especially sensitive towards the plight of orphans, being one himself. Good at cooking.
Allura: More naive and sensitive than VLD Allura. The girl was WAY too trusting at times. I’d say she was probably more forgiving too; she tried to redeem Haggar, of all people. Like VLD Allura, she’s extremely compassionate, wishes to do whatever she can to protect others, and has a playful streak. Knows 50(!) languages.
Keith: Idealistic and prone to giving cheesy speeches about teamwork and goodness. I’d say he’s more level headed and less temperamental than VLD Keith. Was Lotor’s foil but never became fixated on him the way VLD Keith did. Contrary to popular belief he wasn’t some kind of robot emotionally; he cared deeply about his teammates, did occasionally lose his temper and had the odd outbursts of emotions. However, he doesn’t struggle with VLD Keith identity issues or fear of abandonment, so he’s generally quicker to trust and doesn’t build up walls the way VLD Keith does. Still, he can be shy about showing his feelings, especially his affection for Allura. Had a better relationship with Lance. The two are good friends.
Lance: Prideful. Confident. Hotheaded, with his antics sometimes putting himself in danger (RARELY is own teammates). Has a sixth sense that allows him to sense bad vibes coming from someone and can be very distrustful of strangers as a result. While he sometimes questions Keith’s orders, they are good friends. Wry sense of humor. Seems to be second in command after Keith. Don’t recall him expressing VLD Lance’s insecurities about his place on the team.
Sven/Shiro: We don’t learn much about him in the first six episodes, but he seemed very reserved and quiet. Was badly injured protecting Lance from Haggar and had to sent away for medical treatment. Struggled with feelings of failure, depression, and had given up on himself prior to meeting Romelle.
Hope that helps. I’d like to do more detailed comparisons sometime in the future.
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Palidans + Allura with an s/o whose done Karate (or any form of martial arts) since they were like 2 and is pretty good at it?
~Here we go! Another head canon wew XD~
Allura 🎀
• She first found out that her s/o knows karate is when she was training them and the other paladins.
• While the rest of the team was being beaten to a pulp by her androids in the training room, her s/o was the only one who was able to stand their ground.
• Honestly, she’ll be very surprised but really impressed. 👏
• “I’m glad to see that at least someone has the actual capability to fight,”
• When she and her s/o gets closer together, and eventually becomes partners, she would ask them to spar with her for a little while, just for fun.
• She has never heard of Karate, jujitsu, taekwondo or any martial arts before, but she is very intrigued by it. 😮
• Would like to learn more about it, and hopefully adapt some techniques from said martial art.
• Is actually really good at learning these techniques? Like damn. She would be just as good as her s/o in like, a day.
• She’s really in awe at how her s/o moves when they fight during training or in a mission, to her, its really entrancing. 💓
• She’s never seen this type of fighting style before, but she thinks its a very efficient way of fighting.
• Although sometimes she does question some of the techniques.
• “Why do you have to spin around before throwing a kick?”
• From time to time, she thinks the moves are quite silly to look at. 😂
• But she loves her s/o either way. She could use a partner who could actually catch up to her in speed, agility and strength.
Hunk 🍯
• Cinnamon roll is scared at first. 😱😱💧
• Like bejeezuz, she/he could probably cut my head off with a swift roundhouse.
• But overtime, he gets comfortable around them. 👍
• And will eventually get really intrigued by his s/o’s fighting style.
• Obviously he knows martial arts, but he’s never tried it before so he gets a little curious.
• Will ask his s/o for some tips and teach him some techniques he could use.
• “Do you know any techniques that could somehow make me disappear from the enemy’s sight?”
• “Uh… No….”
• Will most likely hide behind his s/o during missions or fights because he knows how good they are in team fights.
• Protect this cinnamon 👐🏾
• He’ll probably compliment his s/o when they do some amazing stuff.
• Like when they do a Triangle choke or a Bow and Arrow choke move on their enemy.
• In complete awe whenever his s/o fights. Their graceful but swift moves are just so mesmerizing to watch.
• He will refuse to spar with them though, in fear of getting his butt kicked.
• But he knows his s/o will never do that.
• He just loves how awesome and most importantly, badass his s/o is. ❤️
Keith 🍁
• When he first found out that his s/o could do martial arts was when he and his s/o were told to spar in the training room. During this time, he and the rest of the team are still kinda new to the castle (and the lions) and Allura would be pushing them to work together.
• Once the training began, he soon found himself face flat against the cold floor, hand forcefully held against his upper back, and an agonizing pain on his lower torso.
• Like jeez, he hardly had time to react. 💦
• After that, he is immediately attracted and interested in them. 💝
• He knows what martial arts is, ironically. He knows a few techniques from teakwondo and judo, but he’s never fully mastered them unlike his s/o who knows and mastered different variations of techniques.
• He’s never met someone who could do that to him, and it honestly just turns him on.😏
• Of course, he won’t over step the boundaries and will most likely keep his feelings in check until he and his s/o gradually gravitate towards each other.
• Out of all the paladins, he will spend the most time sparring with his s/o.
• He’s really intrigued and interested in learning some moves and grappling techniques from his s/o. 😯
• Really quick to learn some techniques.
• During missions, he and his s/o would most likely be paired up together because of their dynamic.
• Cuz both are really good against hand-to-hand combat, and will be in the front lines most of the time.
• But Keith will still watch over his s/o during missions and will refuse to ever leave their back when fighting. He knows they’re capable of handling things themselves, but he just can’t help but think that something bad could happen to them the moment he turns away from but for a split second.
• Is low-key jealous of his s/o’s skill and knowledge in martial arts. 😒
• Though that’s what he loves about them, their feistiness and determination.
• He will love his s/o dearly, no doubt. ✨
Lance 💠
• He found out that his s/o actually knows judo and jujitsu was when he and the other paladins were training. Jeez, he was completely hypnotized when he saw them dash through the androids and swiftly yet easily taking each of them down.
• Will be the most surprised one out of all the paladins. 😧
• Finding out that his s/o is pretty good at martial arts will for sure take him by surprise.
• Like yeah, that’s great but he never expected this???
• But his crush on his s/o will only increase from then on.
• He is high-key jealous though. 😑
• The new revelation of his s/o knowing martial arts does not stop this boy at all from the spontaneous flirting and compliments.
• Increase in pick up lines.
• He’ll try to show off to his s/o, by trying to copy their moves.
• To which, he ultimately fails at doing. 😅
• Gets kinda goofy and silly when he tries to imitate his s/o.
• He and his s/o would joke around by making mock kicks and punches just for the fun of it. 👈
• He gets really giddy and excited when his s/o offers to actually teach him some techniques.
• Though guaranteed he will not get the gist of them at first, but that’s fine.
• Give him some time and patience and he’ll eventually improve and will be able to pull off those stunts. 🍀
• He and his s/o would make a deadly combo during missions or team fights. Him being the long range while his s/o fighting in the front lines, both backing each other up when danger approaches them.
• Like before, expect compliments and pick up lines here and there.😏
• “Lookin’ good babe!”
• “HELL YEAH KICK THEIR BUTT BABE!”
• “Hey! See that girl/guy over there? That’s my girlfriend/boyfriend.”
• Also expect a lot of boasting.
• Will gladly show off and start boasting his s/o’s skills. 😎
• He just really loves his s/o okay, he’s never been so proud to have a partner before.
Pidge 🌿
• Pidge probably knew that her s/o was skilled in martial arts before she is even a part of Voltron. She knew this when she, Lance and Hunk were still in the garrison and she decided to look into her profile.
• Is fairly impressed and intrigued when she learned that her s/o has mastered different techniques and moves. 👏
• She doesn’t talk about it until the rest of the paladins finds out after their training. 😖
• She will go up to them and ask them for some tips and maybe if they could teach her some moves that fits her style.
• Gets really giddy when her s/o teaches her though, like real giddy.😄😋
• She knows quite a lot about martial arts, and maybe a little practice here and there and she could be just as skilled as her s/o.
• The brains and brawns couple. 👌🌿
• She tends to watch her s/o fight against an android during training sessions, she’s just so in awe at how they move.
• Of course she has to fend for her own before she finds herself face flat against the floor.
• Will impress her s/o with her knowledge of different techniques and moves, though she can’t really pull them off, her s/o would be really impressed about how detailed Pidge describes the moves. ㊩
• During missions, sometimes she’ll stay behind her s/o when fighting, since she knows she isn’t really the best at hand-to-hand combat, but she knows her s/o is.
• Of course, s/o will gladly protect them if needed.
• Both are very capable on their own, but they would be a great combo together.
• Although Pidge will try to keep tab on her s/o’s weaknesses, in case they ever get in mind control or anything of the sorts.
• Though she does this to keep the paladins and her s/o safe.
• Other than that, she’s very proud to have such a skilled s/o, and will sometimes flat out tell it straight at Lance’s face. 😎
Shiro ✨
• He also finds out about his s/o’s skills in martial arts during a training session to which Allura endorsed. He and his s/o would be the only two left standing in the training room while the other paladins were knocked out.
• Space dad is very, very impressed. 😮
• He knows judo and some techniques, so he isn’t very new to the concept and is actually very experienced in fighting.
• But compared to his s/o, oh, he’s nothing but a newbie. 💦
• Like jeez if he was to ever face his s/o in an actual battle, he knows for sure he would leave with either a bruise or a broken bone.
• Never fails to compliment his s/o whenever they pull off a stunt.
• Though he will ask if he could have a friendly spar with his s/o, just to see clearly where he stands.
• Will also ask if they could teach him some useful moves while they’re at it. If he’s going to fight against a large group of Galra soldiers then he would need all the help he can get. ✨
• He’ll pick up on the moves and techniques very quickly though, he could even add some bits of his style on them too.
• Like Keith, he does enjoy his time sparring with his s/o. It’s a good training regimen for him.
• He and his s/o would be paired up frequently during missions.
• Like damn, these two are quite the combo. ✋
• Both of them would have each other’s back in the front lines.
• Like nope, not a single Galra soldier would get passed these two when they’re on the together. There is just simply, no physical way to do so.
• These two would basically be inseparable in the field of battle.
• Expect a couple words of encouragement here and there.
• “Nice one (y/n)!” 👏
• He knows that his s/o is capable of defending themselves, but he does stay around their vicinity just in case something unexpected happened.
• He keeps telling his s/o, “Always expect the unexpected,”
• Anyways, he’s really proud, and quite confident to have a skilled s/o, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.
• He likes their spirit and confidence when fighting. 🎀
• And he loves that about them.
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(I decided to rewrite THIS fic from a...different POV. It’s the worst thing ever but the ending is good...if you can endure long enough to make it there, muahahaha!
tagging @hexiva and @malakhvent because I hate you both so much and want you in particular to suffer)
The moment that the lovely and bodacious long-haired lush-lipped Revanche had seen the great leader Fabian Cortez on television, proclaiming his conquest of the Genoshan government from its presidential manor, surrounded by the slaughtered former government, lovestruck X-lady knew that she had to go to him.
Or rather, come to him.
It wasn't just the great blow he had bravely struck for mutantkind. Or the brains and guts and beautiful manly brawn it took to do it. Or his dashing, virile good looks. Or the regal yet animalistic magnetism that positively radiated from him even just as an image onscreen. It was all of these things combined, all in one man, one perfect man.
Naturally, all the other X-women felt the same way, and despite the fact the X-Men were knock-kneed nervous wrecks at the thought of facing such a brilliant and powerful foe in combat, they had to follow their female comrades to Genosha lest they lose them permanently to the allure of Lord Cortez.
Revanche, however, didn't want to share.
She knew, of course, the others would inevitably arrive at his feet, nothing could stop a woman once she saw Lord Cortez, and of course Lord Cortez was far too much man for just one woman...but she could at least claim the honor, the prize, of being with him first among the X-females.
So she snuck out past her teammatess, with a bit of help of her telepathy, though not before styling her hair, picking out her clothes, picking out what was under the clothes---all the usual things a woman does when she knows she has a chance of even being NEAR Lord Cortez.
By the same means, she traveled past the dangers and guards, fueled by love and desire, and with nimble delicacy befitting her lithe but curvy sensual body she slipped into presidential manor he had claimed in the name of mutantkind and declared himself the new chief in state---so forceful, a true rebel hero!---she searched for her beloved within, ready to throw herself prostrate in hopes he would accept her, even just consider her.
As she searched the halls of the bloodstained manor, she found herself feeling suddenly very feminine and vulnerable. And she soon found out why, for all of a sudden, like a great predatory king cat jumping down from the trees upon a helpless and hapless antelope, with magnificent grace and power, a blow was struck to her from behind, sending her toppling. From him, it had been but a tap, for he was a chivalrous man that would do no harm to a woman unless she left him no choice, but with his immense manly strength, it was more than enough to knock her off her feet...and if that hadn’t done it, the sight of him would have! he was even more glorious in person! Revanche was struck into silence by sheer awe as she gazed up at the gorgeous hunk with movie star looks who had emerged so cleverly from the ceiling panel---a brilliant tactic, she was immediately impressed.
“So, Revanche.”
He spoke! oh, his voice send paroxysms of arousal through her, it made her want to kick her shapely elegant long legs in the air! And he said her name! She could thrash about in climax right here just from that!
“The latest recruit. I like what you’ve done with Elisabeth’s hair.”
He approved! that was all she had ever wanted! after all, what other reason did a woman do anything with her appearance, if not for the judgement and pleasure of Lord Cortez?
She got to her feet and put her hands behind her hair, pushing both her lavender tresses and her heaving bosom forward towards him in an enticing pinup pose that of course women did in real life all the time, lips parting in trembling invitation.
He put up a hand, and even that small gesture held more command than most men had with a gun and a megaphone.
“Halt. I understand by now my effect on the fairer sex,but you must try to control yourself---there is a child present.”
What?
Suddenly she noticed---with no small amount of jealousy---the little girl in his arms. She had been too blinded by his glory and overwhelmed by her attraction to even see her before. But she knew her---Luna Maximoff, whom he had bravely rescued, risking life and limb, from the Avengers Mansion and the care of her unfit parents. And how responsible he was being with her! How thoughtful and caring! All this, and he was a good father too! Oh, she wanted to have his children more than ever!
Her maternal instincts now aroused as well as everything else, she began to coo cutely over the infant. Oh, if only she could have one of her own! Wait...Lord Cortez was right here...maybe she could...
“Alright, I’m stopping this right now!”
Fabian Cortez, Revanche, Luna, and the Genoshan presidental home all faded away like mist, revealing the real Fabian Cortez and Revanche in the X-Men’s base, surrounded by the X-Men, Fabian bound to a chair and grumpily gagged.
“That is NOT what happened and I’m not going to sit through this filth another moment!” Revanche marched away in huffing disgust, “Somebody ELSE root through his memories for the information we need!”
“Not it,” said Psylocke
“Not it,” said Jean
“Oh, dammit”, said Charles
THE END
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