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I'm Sorry, Beautiful

Pro-Hero Shinsou x Quirkless Chubby Fem Reader

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Genre: Angst to Fluff

Summary: Being married to the amazing mind-controlling hero, you've been receiving vulgar comments due to your size and the fact with you being quirkless. Therefore, your mental health began to disintegrate and your physical health wasn't too far behind. Being ignorant of your health, your husband comes home after having a horrible day at work, unleashing his emotion into you, not realizing the kind of result that would occur later.

NOTE: The following consists of vulgar language, potential harm, emotional and verbal abuse, mental health problems, and medical acknowledgment. Please keep in mind there is no expertise in any medical events and the circumstances taking place are pure fiction for entertainment purposes. The author will hold no liability of offense, so please feel free to exit if you're sensitive to any of the said topics.

Y/N P.O.V.

"Why of all people did he get with that fat chick?"

"Useless little twerp"

"He deserved better"

"At least have a quirk, you stupid cow"

These are just the "nicer" comments and messages I've received today.

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With my husband being the one and only Hitoshi Shinsou, it came to no surprise to see everyone murmuring about our marriage. Majority of the time, the gossip consisted of insults and judgmental statements made by his fans toward my weight or quirklessness.

And well, they were right.

I mean, Shinsou became part of the top 10 heroes, adored by the entirety of Japan, and the man's definitely one of the most attractive beings anyone could lay their eyes on. Plus, being an alumni of the infamous UA Academy, one of the most prestigious schools in producing a few of the first class heroes, his credibility increased rapidly. Someone of my stature would have been the last thing society would have thought to be his spouse.

What about me?

While being a quirkless yet simple woman who wanted to live a simple life away with from spotlight, I've aspired to become a music teacher. Growing up, constant degradation and bullying had me develop a concerning immunity from it and despite it all, my work ethic played as a distraction to push myself forward.

The original plan was to graduate high school, rent out an apartment, attend college, major in music and teaching and earn my Bachelor's Degree to become a music teacher, yet things quickly took a drastic turn.

First meeting at his favorite cat café, I was fresh out of high school, working to save up for college while he continued his training to gain his legitimate Hero's License. Being a regular at the café, it piqued his interest seeing a new employee and never did he think he'd gush over something other than kittens or a good cup of coffee.

With every good and bad day at training, when he wanted to de-stress at the café, I would be there, always working overtime and there have been numerous occasions when we were alone in the café and making comfortable conversations about each other's interests, hobbies, daily lives, friends, families, so on and so forth. Though completely petrified of his possible reaction, I decided to reveal my quirklessness. Instead of being disgusted, he simply smiled and embraced me, grateful I was able to confess such a secret to him.

From them on, our relationship became quite tight and proceeded years later. Right then, he finally earned his Hero License with me becoming his first and Number 1 supporter of his soon-to-be successful career.

Even after a while of tiresome days and gruesome villains, he told me the ability to muster up the courage ask me to become his girlfriend had to be the most difficult task he had fulfilled. I had become so eager to decline, afraid of the possible disappointment I'd cause him because of my size or quirklessness, however, he was quick to reassure my doubts, stating how my physical being does not affect the emotions he feels when being around me.

As he began to climb the charts, he had become more busy with patrols, meetings, fan greetings, villains, and so on. His face became known to the public eye incredibly quick, so it didn't take long for people to discover our marriage. Though he was ecstatic of the life he had achieved, I felt alone and insecure with my thoughts and those brutal statements being sent to me. Already being at the breaking point, who knows how long it'd take for me to shatter.

Though I was hesitant, I accepted his offer with our marriage being an end result. Moving in together, our financial status had been considerably stable considering my husband's occupation and by the coercion of said man, I have resigned from my job and been able to attend college.

Key word: coercion, not consensual.

Afraid to argue or anger--and with 2 months of convincing--I let him do what he wanted.

Life was amazing. Well, at least for him.

Author P.O.V.

Today is your birthday and every year on your birthday, you both would bake and decorate a cake of your choice before going out to the arcade to hang, the mall to shop or wherever you felt like going. Later, you both get something to eat and then, finish the day with a night stroll in the park with the cherry blossoms decorating nearly all the trees in the area. Cherry blossoms have always been your favorite flowers and well, your beloved husband always kept that locked in his mind.

Due to drowning yourself in work, it had been a week or so since your last genuine meal, yet you were ready to discuss matters with Shinsou and hopefully, have an amazing time with your spouse. Although, he hasn't been picking up your calls or answering your texts. With it already past 5 pm, the usual time he'd return home, he wasn't there, so with a melancholic heart, you began to bake a simple vanilla cake and decorated it with pure white frosting and coconut shavings. You then topped it with red lettering stating "Happy Birthday" before refrigerating it. Finally finished at 6:45pm, you waited a bit longer until your beloved husband returned.

You waited....

And waited....

But, nothing.

The clock struck 8 pm and with a disappointed sigh and tears threatening to fall from your eyes, you decided to whip up Shinsou's favorite, fried rice with beef.

'Maybe he's busy. The least I can do is make him a homemade meal' you contemplated, attempting to remain optimistic.

After an hour or so, you set up only his plate, ready to dine, but you decided to wait once more, in case the man of violet locks came back to your humble abode. Yet, your hopes were left in vain as 2 more hours passed.

Tears finally escaping, you've given up on being patient for your lover and decided to contain your husband's plate in plastic wrap, placing it next to your cake in the refrigerator. Almost striking 11pm, your front door flew open as the man you've long awaited for finally arrived with his boots dragging and stomping with every step. Wiping away your tears, you gleefully forget your recent sorrow.

"Toshi!"

You run into his arms, only for him to weakly push you away, obviously exhausted.

Confused and concerned, you make eye contact with Shinsou, noticing the sticky sweat dripping from his forehead, dirt and debris decorating his face and costume, his eye bags in a darker shade, the slump in his posture, and just over all burnt out. Understanding of his condition, you remained silent of the special occasion and decided to tend to your beloved husband. Well, at least try.

"W-Welcome back, love. How was w--?"

He held up his hand in motion to silence you, to which you obliged.

"Not right now, Y/N. It's been a long day and I just want to sleep."

"Well, I-I made dinner. It's your favorite. You should eat before you sle--"

"No, Y/N. Again, I've had a long day and I just want. To. Sleep," he clarifies in a much rougher tone. Refusing to allow your husband to starve, you grab his plate and place it in his hands.

"I understand, babe. B-But, it's late and I don't want to go to bed without a proper mea--"

He then throws the plate to ground, completely shattering the dish and wasting the very delicacy you've worked so hard in making for him. You jumped and almost sobbed at the action.

"SHUT UP, Y/N!" He exclaims, anger visibly breaking his patience.

You flinch at the sudden burst.

"WHAT BY 'I JUST WANT TO SLEEP' DID YOU NOT UNDERSTAND?!"

"T-Toshi, I just wanted t-"

"I'VE HAD TO WORK ALMOST 6 MORE HOURS BECAUSE OF ONE STUPID VILLAIN WHO WANTED TO RAMPAGE THE AGENCY BUILDING!! NOW, MY SIDEKICKS ARE HAVING A PAY-CUT TO PAY FOR DAMAGES AND MY OFFICE IS F***ING DESTROYED!! THE LAST THING I NEEDED TODAY WAS TO COME HOME TO YOUR FAT*SS TALKING ABOUT FOOD!!"

"I pay our bills, I give you a nice house to live in, provided you with all the designer clothing and accessories women would envy for, and most of all, I made you my wife! I made a quirkless, fat chick my wife. Out of so many better options, I chose you, yet you can't fulfill a simple wish of leaving me alone?! Now, you can either shut up and let me go or I can kick you out right now and you can find some other hero to whore off to! What is it going to be?!"

You remained silent.

"That's what I thought," he remarked before storming off. However, he mumbled under his breath, not realizing you could hear the very words that would soon crush your spirit.

"Useless fat*ss. Why did I marry such a fat bitch?"

As if it were glass, you could hear and feel the core of your heart shatter as your eyes dulled blankly with tears streaming similarly to rivers. The excruciating pain numbed your entire being as you knelt in weakness and cleaned the shards of glass and the dirty food, not attentive on the various cuts and wounds on your knees, palms and feet. The amount of redness escaping your body would've made the kitchen resemble a crime scene, so you made sure to tend to those wounds before clearing out the entire kitchen, leaving it absolutely spotless.

You brought out the cake, placed the candles on top and lit them before singing 'Happy Birthday' with a weak, cracked voice, unable to contain the emotions conjuring inside you.

"Happy Birthday to me," you whispered. Wiping your tears and taking a deep breath, you blew out your candies before you got up, carefully, feeling the stinging from your feet and hands as you carrying the slightly heavy cake back in the refrigerator.

'Guess I'll sleep in my office today' you thought before finding clothing that would hide your wounds.

Time Skip

With almost a week passing since the incident, Shinsou had been way too busy and exhausted to truly process everything that had occurred and had been currently taking place.

He doesn't realize that you've gone almost 2 weeks straight without proper nutrition, leaving you in and out of consciousness constantly.

He doesn't realize you've been drowning yourself in work, a toxic habit you've picked up in high school when you're overly emotional.

He doesn't realize your wounds haven't been properly treated by the necessary medical attention you needed and have been infected, yet you kept them under thick wraps.

He doesn't realize his wife hadn't been at her actual work office in a week, concerning her boss and co-workers.

He doesn't realize his wife is literally physically, emotionally and mentally destroyed and is on her last thread.

In the meantime, he's simply trying to get things over with at his agency.

Today, he's patrolling along with Number 1 Hero, Deku, and his old friend, Chargebolt. All three specializing in speed and long-distance attacks. As they made their way around the city, they began to catch up with each other, being the fact they were close back in high school. Turns out, despite being much older with families and spouses of their own, their personalities haven't changed much.

Everyone knew about Shinsou's agency building, so the electric blonde tried to crack a few jokes to lighten his mood, though it didn't really do much work.

"Get it? 'Cus he made his own lunch," Denki laughed.

"Uhh, Kaminari? Are you okay?" Deku asked, slightly concerned with a nervous chuckle.

"Yeah, why?"

"Dude, you literally made a joke of 3 students committing suicide because their moms made the wrong lunch again, twice," Shinsou added.

"But, the last guy made his own! That's the joke!" Denki whines, seeing his friends refusing to laugh. The other two look at each other, chuckling.

"Glad to see you still the same, Kaminari," Shinsou commented.

Denki remained pouty, but had a cracked smile at the comment. As they strolled throughout the tops of the buildings, Deku grabs their attention with a little 'oh'.

"Hey, Shinsou. I've been meaning to ask, where did you and Y/N go this week? Since you guys probably had to cancel things that day," the green-haired asked. Confused, the purple haired man just shrugged.

"Uhh, we didn't go anywhere. We stayed home this past week."

"Aww, so it was a domestic date? Did you guys still go to the park to see cherry blossoms?" Denki added.

"Cherry blossoms? No, we only go when it's her bir--"

The violet head's eyes widened almost triple the size of his normal sleepy expression.

"Wait, what's the date today?!"

Deku pulled out the date on his phone, only to have the purple haired man's heart drop to his stomach. Cursing under his breath, the man disappeared, ignoring the two males calling out for him in worry. The only thing on his mind was getting to you immediately. Swinging through the city buildings, he spotted his parked Mercedes and without hesitation, he grabbed his keys from his pockets and swung into his car, completely speeding to The 2Y Corporation, the supporting business building to which you worked at.

Disregarding the various honks and curses given to him on the road, his desperation of apologizing and compensating blinded his mannerism and decency. Finally arriving at your workplace, he sprinted to your office, ignoring the desk receptionists yelling at him to stop. The man booked it up the stairs, though it was illogical knowing your office is at the 17th floor of a 20-floor building. Once reaching your office, he swings the door open and sees you're not there. Worried, he looks around, hoping you were getting files or using the bathroom. Gaining the attention of everyone near your office, a voice called out to him.

"Shinsou?"

He turns to find Momo Yaoyorozu, another old classmate and your boss. The woman stands there, worried, seeing the dismay in your husband's expression and his lack of breath, giving her the indication he probably took the stairs.

"Yaoyorozu! Have you seen--?"

"Your wife? I've been wanting to ask you that. She hasn't been at work this past week."

"Wait, what?"

"Yeah," she responds. "Y/N was calling in sick, but she said she'd be doing the work at home. I told her to rest to better herself, but you know how stubborn she can be."

Guilt ingesting him further, he bows to the woman, thanking her and dashed out the building faster than when he entered. On the road once more, he pulled a Dom Toretto in the streets wanting to see the lovely figure of his wife. He was making sharp turns in the urban neighborhood to which your shared house was located. Pulling up in the driveway of the house, the man sprinted into the house, going straight for the bedroom. Greeted with emptiness, he goes into your office. Emptiness once more. However, the scent of coffee and the unorganized mess of files and folders flooded your desk.

Hearing the bathroom toilet flush, he hid in the shared bedroom behind the door, peeping to see you come out the bathroom. The sight that came out of the said room, oh, did this man's world come crumbling down.

You had vomit decorating your lips as you struggled to even stand, let alone exit the bathroom.

Your skin had become pale, emphasizing the dark eye bags under your eyes, which seemed to be much darker than his.

Your muscles had depleted into a sickly figure, leaving your posture slumped and your body looking frail.

Your hands, knees and feet where thickly wrapped, yet he can see red and bits of yellow seeping through the white bandages.

With every step you took, you limped, trembled and winced, struggling to even get to your office.

His heart shattered at the sight as he wanted to scoop you up, bridal style, and care to your every need. However, he needed to compensate for his wrong doings before you can even allow him to be near you, let alone touch you. Once you finally entered your office and closed the door, an idea popped in his head.

Cake.

'I'll make her a cake and sing 'Happy Birthday' and we can talk things out,' he thought to himself. Trying to remain optimistic, he stealthily left the shared bedroom.

Quietly yet quickly, Shinsou went into the kitchen to ready the ingredients and supplies. Going for the butter and eggs first, he opens the refrigerator, only to be greeted by an already-made cake, not even touched. There were used candles on the cake with the tips burnt out and the wax slightly melted. Rethinking of the past week, there haven't been visitors at the house and he knew you wouldn't invite anyone without letting him know first. Checking his texts, you didn't say anything about anyone coming over so, the only explanations he could think of was you either invited a friend over and forgot to tell him or....

....you lit them yourself and celebrated alone.

Your husband prayed it wasn't the latter, but that didn't refrain the regret and guilt from further consuming him. Tears finally fell down his beautiful lavender eyes as Shinsou decided to man up and just talk to you, straight up. Though he paused in front of your office door, hesitant to enter, Shinsou silently opened the door to keep you unaware of his presence, to which he succeeded in.

You remained embraced by the numerous sheets and folders on your desk as your head motioned up and down from the files to your computer screen in a constant movement. Opening his mouth to say something, he was interrupted by the constant flashing of your phone as it was blowing up on the stand behind you, yet it was on silent. Seeing you distracted with your work, he took the opportunity to look through your phone. It never had a password since you both agreed to never keep secrets and you've always hated the fact that he often forgets your password.

Sliding to unlock, he sees various messages and DM's from anonymous and identified people. Scrolling through, he sees a variation of death threats, insults of your quirklessness, and body comparisons of yours with other Heroes, calling you 'fat' and 'ugly'. Shinsou sees that many of these comments and texts date back to 3 months and the most agonizing part....

.....it's shown that you read ALL of them.

Anger clouded his head as tears continued to flow down his handsome face. Unable to withstand such emotions, he turns your chair around, causing you to yelp. Though slower than usual, you processed his presence, causing your eyes to widen.

"Toshi? Why are yo--?"

Without letting you finish your question, he shows you your phone, causing shame to overtake you almost immediately.

"I can e-explai--"

Suddenly, he fell to his knees and hugged your waist, sobbing into your lap, but making sure he wasn't hurting you, especially your knees. Still in an emotional wreck yourself, it didn't take much for you break down as well.

"You were b-busy and I didn't want to bother you," you cried.

"Why d-didn't you tell me? You were holding up with this this whole time?!" He cried.

Looking up at your tear-soaked face, he caressed your cheeks with such gentleness and grace, as if you were fragile to touch.

"No. I don't care. If it involves you getting hurt by random people, shove the phone in my face, understood? I c-can't ha--"

He chokes on his tears as he takes a deep breath to recollect himself.

"I can't have you enduring all of that hatred alone. Especially, as your husband."

The lavender head strokes your cheek, shocked feeling more bone than normal fat.

"Baby, look at you. You're exhausted. Have you been eating?"

Through your sobs and sniffles, you shook your head 'no'.

"Wha-- Babe! Why not?! Have you at least been getting proper rest?!"

You shook your head once more.

"I-I'm sorry, Toshi."

From your point of view, you could see the very soul inside of your husband just wither. That alone made you break as you couldn't hold in the pain you felt inside, resulting into hard and louder sobs. Recalling that night where it was designated for your special day, your husband trembles in regret as he probably turned the special occasion into the worst birthday given to his beloved wife. Shinsou wipes your tears as they began to fall frequently.

"Toshi, it's fi--"

"My love, what have I done to you?" He stated, as his voice cracked.

"I am so, so, so sorry, beautiful. I've insulted you, I've degraded you, I've blamed you for something that you had no control over, I've taken your kind heart for granted, and most of all, I left you alone on your special day."

"Don't you dare tell me that 'it's fine'! It's not, Y/N! You know that!"

With such a broken smile, you hold his face in your bandaged hands, kissing his lips, nose and forehead before connecting your forehead with his.

"It's okay, Toshi. I'm okay. I just missed you, is all, okay? I'm sorry for troubling you."

Sobbing in your hands, he shook his head, refusing to believe the words that came from your mouth.

You paused as you diverted your eyes away from the man in front of you, refusing to answer. He, however, caressed your cheek, guiding your attention to go back to him and remain on him.

"No, baby. Stop apologizing. I am the sorry one. I became one of those monsters online. I was inconsiderate of you. And look," he states, placing your bandaged hands in his while looking at your knees and feet as well.

"I left you alone to deal with these injuries alone. I don't even know how you got them. Baby, tell me the truth. What caused these?"

"Darling, please don't ignore me yet. You can after this, but please. I-I can't see you wrapped up and not know what happened to my wife. Please, love."

Looking down, you exposed the truth about the plate as you hated to see your husband in such a state. As much as he hurt you, you couldn't bring yourself to hurt him back. All you wanted was to make up and go back to how things were back then. But you knew it was going to take a bit of time for things to genuinely heal and go back to normal.

Hearing the truth had Shinsou's sorrow turned to self-loathing.

'What the hell is wrong with me? I did that to her? For what?!'

Frustrated, he bit his lip and looked at up at you as he remained on his knees.

"Hit me."

Shocked, you made eye contact with him to reassure yourself if you've heard that correctly. Unfortunately, you did.

"W-What?"

"You heard me, hit me," he repeated.

"Why would I--?"

"I hurt you, I angered you, I neglected you, I did all this stupid sh*t to you and you still apologize to me, when it wasn't your fault to begin with! Baby, please hit me. I can't withstand pulling such stunts on you without being punished!"

"I-I...I can't, Toshi. I don't want to."

"How else can I compensate, Y/N?! I....I don't want to leave unpunished," he begs.

You kiss his forehead once more.

"You have already apologized, my love. Plus, you've come back to me and you finally let me in your arms again. Baby, you've compensated enough already."

"No, it's not enough," he remarks. He looked around in slight anger before standing.

Shutting off your computer and filing away your worksheets and folders, he then picks you up and takes you straight to the car outside. He almost sobs again, feeling that you're weight dropped significantly. You're much lighter than he remembered.

"P-Put me down, Toshi! Where are we going?"

Without answering your question, he places you gently in the passenger seat before carefully buckling you up and entering through the driver's side.

"Toshi, what are you doing?"

"We're going to the hospital. We're getting those wounds treated. They're infected and the pus is seeping through. After, we're going to eat at your favorite restaurant and you're going to eat everything you order, understood?" He orders.

Feeling the dominance radiating off of him, you nodded in silence.

"Good, now, hand," he commands. Giving him one of your bandaged hands, he holds it gently and gives loving pecks on the bandages. "From now, I'm going to keep track of how much you eat and how long you work. I do not want history to repeat itself."

Almost as fast as when he came back home, your lover sped to the nearest hospital to get you the necessary medical attention and a check-up of your overall health. Once arriving to the hospital, Shinsou discussed matters with the desk receptionists and was able to get a doctor within the next hour to get you treated and checked up.

You were placed to stay at the hospital for about 2 days, so the doctors would be able to keep track of your condition and though it was an uncomfortable and awkward situation for you, Shinsou refused to leave your side. He informed his agency of the current situation and with understanding hearts, they kept the agency going like normal. You, of course, opposed the idea, but Shinsou can be just as stubborn, especially if it involves your well-being. The man will move into the hospital if it meant being there for his wife; there's just no changing his mind.

After numerous tests, stitches, bandages and medicinal treatments, the doctor was able to confirm your condition as malnourished. The lack of nutrition and proper rest resulted into the infection in your wounds, yet fortunately, you were "healthy enough" get the treatment right in time. Any later would've resulted into decapitation of all your limbs or permanent paralysis.

Once you were finally able to leave, the doctor prescribed medication for your hunger and sleep and ordered you to take 2 weeks off to recover properly, mainly with rest and genuine meals. Almost as if the doctor was talking to him, Shinsou did everything you were ordered to do. He called off from work for 2 weeks to tend to you, he made sure to give you light and decent meals (heavy meals from the get-go may take a negative toll during the recovery) before evolving into slightly heavier dishes, he made sure you took your medicine everyday and he always cleaned your stitches before bandaging them up again.

You always felt helpless when your husband literally did everything himself, feeling guilty at the amount of labor he did just to make sure you were okay. The house chores, the medical treatment, bathing, changing clothes, feeding you; you felt similar to an infant being cared by their parent and you've tried doing things yourself (showering, changing, cleaning, etc.), but Shinsou would constantly catch you and scold you to rest before assisting you or doing them himself.

Eventually, you gave in and decided to enjoy the attention you got from your beloved.

Right now, you're both cuddling in the bedroom, watching anime on Netflix with your husband cuddled next you as if he were a toddler laughing unto his mother. You played with his wet hair since he finished showering after doing his usual routine of caring for you. Kissing his forehead, he looked up to you with eyes round and soft, love literally pouring out from them. You smiled at the man before you.

"Thank you, my love. You worked so hard to take care of me," you almost whispered with a smile. Reciprocating with a smile himself, he kissed your lips.

"It's the least I can do for acting like such a horrible husband."

You were about to defend him, but he quickly placed his finger on your lips.

"Don't try to defend my case. Exhausted or not, long day or not, that's no excuse to lash one's anger and frustration out onto their partner. I have no excuse, bub. I have so much to make up for and I swear this isn't a sliver of it."

He towers over you as you lay beneath him.

"I'm going to spoil my beautiful, curvaceous, thick goddess rotten. I don't care what those bastards think about us, but no one ever insults the very beauty I eloped with," he seductively whispers as he gently runs his fingers on your cheeks and arms. He takes your bandaged hand and places a gentle kiss on it, displaying the passion radiating off the man above you.

"That includes the beauty herself."

Looking at you attentively and intensely, he kissed your lips lovingly and he joined his forehead with yours.

"Don't underestimate the amount of ravishing gorgeousness contained in this masterpiece of a body you have, my love. If I ever do again, God forbid, slap me back into consciousness. I am a man who is undeserving of such a woman, so put me back in my place if I ever degrade it agai-- mmph!"

You interrupt my smashing your lips with his. Though caught off guard, he melts into the contact as he sigh in content. Momentarily, you pulled away with adoration sparkling in your beautiful eyes.

"Don't EVER say that about my husband again. If I'm not allowed to degrade myself of anything, that rule applies to you as well. We're married, Toshi. Therefore, we're now one whole. If one is not allowed to belittle their existence and being, the other shouldn't as well. We're going to argue, we're going to make mistakes, things will get rocky, but if we talk it out and not let our intrusive thoughts win..."

You peck his lips once more.

"...we'll be fine."

Smiling in complete relief, both of you embraced each other, happy that things are beginning to heal.

"Thank you, my love. I love you, bubs."

"I love you more, my Toshi. You still need to fulfill your promise of taking me to my favorite restaurant though."

You both laugh in unison as you shared one last kiss.

"I will, darling. I'm sorry, beautiful."

~~~~~~~~~~~

Hope you enjoyed!

Good night, my loves ❤

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paperglader · 1 year

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Episode 52 thoughts:

1. I am LOVING this FRIDA & Imogen dynamic. I am loving the FRIDA & FCG dynamic, FRIDA and everyone dynamic. I love FRIDA.

Seriously, they’re AWESOME. I feel like they just arrived and flirted with everyone and was just the sweetest. Them and Deanna, too??? And their first meeting was so imodna coded😩

I’m obsessed. The coolest bb:

Can we keep them?

Anyways,

2. Loooooved Deanna. Love Aabria in general, tbh. She’s coming for me with this divorce backstory, so delicious. First Laerryn and Quay, now her and Chetney. I love her. Love that she’s making Travis play a romance storyline, too😂

Backstory was amazing, when she was talking about passing and the after life. Poetry.

The way she dealt with Imogen when she woke up from her nightmare made me melt as well🥲 my girl needs some soft people around her at all times (mostly now that she and Laudna have been separated) and I love that she’s meeting people that truly see and appreciate the good in her besides the hells.

3. Ashley freaking Johnson screaming for Imogen to come back from the dream ✨an actress✨ No, for real, it shook me to my core. Cause Fearne doesn’t scream like that. She was desperate. Fearne who just lost Orym, who just lost Ashton and Laudna. And it’s not the first time it happens either. Not too long ago, Orym and Laudna were gone and it was so close to being final. And now Imogen, the superhero, about to be consumed by the storm that she has spent a decade being haunted by and terrified over. These people that she’d grown to love in spite of her hesitance to form any sort of meaningful bond with anyone from this mortal realm, disappearing from her side, and she’s holding on tight but it seems to be like grasping on sand as they slip away from her fingers one by one. Trauma is very much present in this Chili’s tonight.

4. “I got lightning titties!” please someone put it on the Imogen temult once said compilation 😂

5. Loving these new characters making FCG question his faith even further. Generally, I love the back and forth about what they should actually do about the gods, talks of faith and fate. I am here for it.

6. “Smirks in monster fucker” another star quote of the episode.

7. Imodna is constantly at the forefront of my mind and Laura Bailey delivered, as expected. Immy was literally crying any time that anyone showed her any form of kindness or affection. The girl was so sensitive🥲

The sendings, the urgency, the stuttering and how she kept trying, the Whitestone is for lovers T, “I hate not knowing”, her reaction to hearing FRIDA and Deanna’s first meeting, when she was like “this is the first time that we haven’t woken up to Orym doing push ups OR…” and she got so freaking sad. How she looked for her in her dreams, how she touched the red tether right before she went to sleep.

In summary: I’m loving this separation arc so far and I cannot wait for Laudna’s side of things.

8. Ship talk: FRIDA and Deanna are SO imodna coded, it’s crazy and I adore them. They love each other so much. But ALSO, imodna is my endgame but I would not be upset if we get to see something develop between FRIDA and Imogen. I just think that it would be interesting to see Imogen explore something with someone that is more emotionally available at the moment.

I’m not saying they could fall in love or like become endgame material or something cause I do believe that Imogen’s in love with Laudna and that it’s highly likely that she’s aware of it. Also, her priorities are very much on finding her and she’s very much heartbroken by the distance between them, so she is not looking for romance with anyone else at the moment.

(And also, the world is ending sort of)

But FRIDA is so freaking sweet and Imogen’s having an honest to god hard time, and Laudna’s so freaking far (they’re soulmates, they’ve professed their love for one another, but they’re not… romantically entangled? Are they? Imogen has not said anything and she doesn’t know if laudna feels that way, if she’s even capable of ever feeling that way…)

I wouldn’t blame FRIDA if they became infatuated with Imogen, and I just think that Imogen deserves to be called beautiful and wonderful and good and some harmless flirting would just be nice to see.

It’d be a little like Yu and Laudna, just sort of a reminder of what some of those aspects of a romantic relationship would look like for them. It’d definitely be a “my heart belongs to another” type of thing but also it could be harmless and sweet.

Anyway, none of this probably will happen because FRIDA has chemistry with literally everyone and I’d like to see any version of that anyway.

#we didn’t really get any answers this ep but it was great and I actually love the route they’re deciding to take with the solstice #i will miss marisha ray on my screen but it’s alright she’ll be back #critical role #imodna #bells hells #c3 #campaign 3 #spoilers #campaign 3 spoilers #c3 spoilers #critical role spoilers #cr spoilers #laudna #imogen temult #fearne calloway #apogee solstice

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Tell me more abt Theo 👁️

being asked about my little guy makes me feel so warm 🥹 but whew... i don't even know where to begin.

cw for mentions of drug use and child abuse

so this is theodore or theo as he prefers. everyone say hi theo 👋

theo is a man in his early twenties who's been having a pretty rough time coping with the traumas of his life and has developed some nasty habits and defensive behaviors because of that. theo was born as the only child of an investment banker (his father) and a heart surgeon (his mother), who were both very clinical and hands-off parents — in fact, the only time they were hands-on were when they were hurting him. so theo initially grew up more under the care of his childhood au pair rather than his parents.

theo's parents were more on the outside of his life up until they started pushing their ideas of academic and social excellence onto him around his teenage years, which was also around the time they sent away his au pair and expected him to start fending for himself. he was maybe around ten or eleven years-old then. theo's rebellious phase was very short-lived at this age as he was cowed back into line pretty quickly. in such a high-tension household he was always on edge unless his parents were away, which gave him a messed up sense of comfort in isolation.

being sent to boarding school for his summers gave him the chance to explore his sexual orientation but the shame overwhelmed him back into repressing. as he got older the idea of love and physical affection distorted pretty bad when he was so used to any kind of touch being a source of hurt. late in his teens he began to rebel again in little ways like with his fashion choices and growing out his hair. theo was used to the violent reactions his parents would show in the face of these infinitesimal rebellions and, in a way, he craved them. in his mind, the only time his parents showed him attention was when they were hurting him... and he wanted any kind of acknowledgement he could get from them. the opposite of love isn't hate, it's indifference... and they proved themselves to be far from indifferent when he was acting out.

when he moved out for college he didn't know what to do with himself. theo struggled a lot in that first year of college... he was suffering from some fucked up kind of separation anxiety, almost, despite everything. he very quickly fell into unhealthy coping mechanisms to handle the pain of separation. partying was something he found himself doing a lot. all those people showing him attention, the alcohol, the drugs... self-destruction was an easy vice to fall into for him and in many ways was another way to rebel. he escaped that way. in college, theo has a group of people he sees often who view him as a friend, but his view of himself as unlovable from an adolescence of abuse and neglect has him unreceptive to the notion.

as an adult, theo is still closeted when he's with his family. he can't help but crave the approval and affection of his parents, so he dresses the part and he tries to be what they want him to be. alone, he tries to be himself... but he doesn't exactly know who that is anymore.

theo is a loner, prone to bouts of depression, noncommittal, easily jealous, competitive, kind of waspish and mean at times, and touchy; like an injured animal with its hackles raised, who lashes out to scare others away. he's also desperate for affection, fashionable, diligent, intelligent, and alluringly magnetic.

#river dipping #asks #simarcana #theodore doe #echthroi #s: echthroi #oc extras #cw child abuse #cw drugs #sorry this took so long for me to reply to you sent me this yesterday and my brain immediately short-circuited and i ended up stopping #everything i was doing so i could go stare at my folder of pics of him and go through his pinterest board with my hand on my screen #and then i ended up getting very distracted by jerma streaming all night... re4 my love <3 #but theo is hands-down the oc i care the most about and there's honestly a lot of projection going on here...#like we have a lot of similarities... i project a lot onto all of my ocs especially my favorites um. so he's very dear to me #echthroi is a group of ocs from a story that revolves entirely around theo!! he's the main star!#that's kinda why the characters from lykos are so much more fleshed out whereas echthroi is mostly just theo #bc lykos is about everyone but echthroi is theo-centric

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luffyisanickname · 1 year

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Chase Brody theory

TLDR: Anti probably doesn't have malicious intent towards Chase directly because he needs him to survive in a world made of matter, and Anti probbaly entered the world because of iris using anti-matter for power.

THIS WASN'T MEANT TO BE THIS LONG I SWEAR

p.s if you do read all of this i apologise for any spelling mistakes and/or anything that doesn't make sense because i have literally not slept and won't be getting any sleep any time soon and i don't feel like editing and proof reading rn.

also feel free to ask me to explain shit, this is very half-assed lol

Okay so i've only seen the gt live reaction to the new mini film that Sean put out on the alter lore, so I don't know probably as much as some people but an interesting point that they made that i'm sure they'll expand on when making their own theory was the idea of iris using anti-matter to power their camera's and systems. As well something else that caught my attention was the idea that Chase is important to Anti in some way or is different from other people hence why he was contained instead of the facility removing Anti without alarming Chase. i wanted to build on that with this little 6am rambling.

So. from what my understanding of the lore is, is that iris discovered a town of people being affected in a negative way by a stone tablet and interveined to protect those people by containing the tablet. That immediately raises a red flag in my brain that Chase is now in the facility being contained and observed. I would hedge a bet that he is right at the epicentre of all that's going wrong in his life up until that point. A vessal, if you will, for the negativity that is directly influencing all of the events around him.

I noted that iris (the interviewer specifically who is likely trying to build a good rapport with Chase so he will trust him with information) mentioned how they were trying to put the blame for what is happening on Anti (and likely that is their understanding of it). However, i would like to point out that Anti as far as we know is not something found anywhere outside of Chase, which would make Chase someone worth being concerned about because what if he is the thing that is causing the problems but is actually unaware of it and has therefore created this character to push all of the blame onto?

Or it could be possible that since again Chase is meant to be the centre of all the things going wrong he could be some kind of entity that unknowingly creates these alters which would explain why for the most part he is the only one who seems to be able to not be fully possessed by them (unlike Sean who is frequently getting his body taken over by alters for shenanigans). This would mean that while the facility may be trying to capture Anti as he is the only alter that is truly a malevolent being (the other's being fairly lighthearted and fun moreso than a danger to others) it could also be that the facility hasn't realised the role in which Chase plays as the creator of these alters yet.

Alternatively, a different theory to mull on is the reference to anti-matter which i mentioned before. Maybe iris had first been a research facility into the usage of anti-matter to power objects made with matter. It could be plausable (although i have no basis for this theory beyond the obvious time and spacial warping that happens to Chase) that anti-matter is not simply the opposite of matter but instead a place beyond the known universe where the places beyond reality are made of anti-matter instead of regular matter. This could mean that when iris harnessed the powers of anti-matter to control and power their machines they unknowingly released entities from that place and allowed them into this universe, and in order to cover it all up they are going around and trying to collect the items and creatures that have leaked through and contain them away from the rest of society until they can figure out a way to send them back.

This would explain the usage of the same prefix of 'anti' for both anti-matter and anti-septiceye as they both could originate from the place. This could mean that Anti would be able to affect the technology (as seen happening in both the short clips in Sean's videos as well as during the mini film) around him much more easily as it is powered by the same stuff that he is made from. This would also explain why he is able to live almost between realities because the general rule of matter and anti-matter is that they can't co-exist in the same place at the same time, meaning he would only be able to hold a corporial form for a short amount of time before being sent back to what is likely a space between realities (like that dark place in the Darkiplier v Antisepticeye video (i'm not dragging darkiplier into this i'm just using that as an example)). This could also explain his connection to Chase in some capacity as he would likely need something to tether him into this reality through means of possession, or just taking over a body entirely as he has likely done before.

However, I again circle back around to the point of Chase being special in some capacity because if the facility knows about Anti in any way then they must have encountered him before, although those encounters are not yet explained or may never be explained. If that is the case, then Anti must be aware of how whatever tactics he was using to get into this reality before would no longer be good enough at keeping iris away from him and had to set out to find a new way of hiding essentially in plain sight. This would be where Chase would come in as likely Anti discovered him and possibly the other alters surrounding him (again no basis for this, the origins of this being a possibility have no canon in the lore as of what is known so far) and realised that there is probably something different about Chase that means that Anti can hide and use Chase to bring himself into reality whenever he pleases while not directly possessing Chase (as we know by the fact that Anti is able to walk around the facility separate from Chase and leaving bloody bare footprints while Chase is wearing shoes).

Likely, Anti didn't anticipate Chase being so negatively affected by his presence in what is probably his subconscious and when Chase (possibly) killed his wife and child, then got taken into the facility, he realised he would need to get Chase out of there and therefore raised enough trouble to have the people make a move to transfer Chase somewhere else, which would give Anti an opportunity to kill all of the facility members present and escape with Chase.

Again, this is entirely just a little theory I came up with after having no sleep and barely any knowledge of the ins and outs of the lore so it is probably mostly false. However, I think the idea that Chase is important to Anti in some way would make sense, as in the previous iterations of Anti he is constantly talking about Sean being weak and already gone, never coming back, and how we didn't do anything to help him. That could play into Anti's relationship with Chase as him having found someone strong enough to host him, someone strong enough to not die when Anti fully takes over. And i would say that when Anti approaches Chase in the hallway, he doesn't seem particularly malicious, despite appearances, towards Chase at that moment. If we ignore how terrified Chase is of Anti (because in that position who wouldn't be given how Anti looks) it almost seems like Anti saves Chase when he is distressed and wanting to get away from the people trying to detain him.

In conclusion I need sleep and to wait for a game theory/film theory episode dedicated to proving all of my theory bullshit.

#jacksepticeye #chase brody #jse chase #jse theories #jse egos #iris project #antisepticeye

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wisteria-lodge · 2 years

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lion primary (?) + badger secondary

Hi! Thank you for creating your Tumblr! I’ve really enjoyed reading your blog, and all of the content you’ve created about the SHC system, but I’m still kind of stumped about what my sorting is. I’m wondering whether you might be able to help me? Primary-wise, I think I might be a loyalist sorting. I definitely have morals and standards and everything, but if push came to shove and someone came to me looking for help after they had gone against one of my morals, I feel like I’d have my reaction if I need to, before I try to comfort them and help fix the problem. There’s enough flexibility in me to allow for this as far as I’ve experienced. If they were unapologetic about the situation, maybe that would be different- that would be harder, and I’d question whether I really knew them.

Hmm. This is a little too abstract to help me much. "What would I do if my best friend asked me to hide a body" is an interesting hypothetical question, but it's too big for me to get clean data off it.

I don’t really have too much of a problem going cold on people if I feel there has been a serious wrong done. I don’t know if I could ever cut off someone who was really important to me, though. What feels wrong to me is if someone is not respecting other people’s boundaries, including my own.

You know this is starting to sound pretty Idealist. People-centric ideals, sure... but it's coming at the issue from the perspective of the abstract ideals, not the people affected.

Also if someone is not respecting other people’s time and genuine effort. It doesn’t feel fair.

And now I'm wondering if you're a Badger secondary. THIS sentence sounds like the specific wrath of a thwarted Badger secondary.

I think people are capable of change, and assuming otherwise does them a disservice. I have a bit of a thing about what is fair to people - it even came down to the equal proportioning of snacks my siblings and I shared when we were kids (they’d just roll their eyes). I was also definitely a follower of rules and overly concerned with doing things the right way where it mattered (I wasn’t as sorry for the couple of detentions I received for not bringing my equipment or parts of my uniform, for example, than I would have been if I’d done something that impacted someone else or involved not doing my work).

TEXTBOOK. BADGER. SECONDARY.

I’m not sure I can name any characters I relate to, but one character not giving what feels like a fair chance to another is an easy way for me not to relate to them (like some of the Gaang not giving Zuko a chance in Avatar as an example).

Gee I wish I had a more specific example. (And I wish I knew the show better.) Because Katara gives Zuko a hard time for Idealist reasons, and Aang does it for Loyalist reasons.

My family and friends are important to me. There are varying degrees of closeness I’ll extend out to workmates because we go through a similar experience on a daily basis and I can relate. Also, showing them some grace when we’re all under pressure feels more humane and professional.

This is just human stuff.

In terms of my secondary, I strongly relate to “I enjoy making the plan and then throwing the plan away.” When I travel, I tend to spend a whole heap of time reading and thinking of the things I want to do when I get to my destination, but I only really plan the essentials close to my leave date, and end up with a set route and end date. The rest I make up on the fly.

This is a wonderful example of the way Badger secondaries like to make themselves into the tool (instead of collecting tools, the way a Bird secondary would.

I used to do this a lot at school. Put in the work before hand, and then do a lot of my written stuff the night before.

... me writing out sorting posts. Making pages and pages and PAGES of notes, and then dictating the actual text into my phone during a walk.

If there’s a hard conversation that I need to have, I’ll normally have a practice conversation with someone first, so that I can omit any troublesome language that might get in the way of me expressing my point. I have certain people that I might turn to for specific conversations.

Love it. That is some beautiful Badger secondary problem solving.

I also have conversations to help me figure out what I want - it’s hit and miss, but sometimes I need to talk it out to get somewhere.

I suspect you're an internal primary, and I furthermore suspect that you're probably a Lion. This is very Lion primary problem solving... talk it though, wait for the emotional ping.

I don’t have any issues playing to a type. I don’t do an amazing job of it - it’s more like I shift certain parts of my personality I want to accentuate - but it doesn’t bother me, and I can drop it if I need to.

That sounds like Courtier Badger. Possibly a snake model depending on how you go about it, but I try not to over-complicate these write-ups.

I love baking, but I love just putting all the ingredients in the bowl and tasting as I go, and adding whatever I think will make it better on a whim. It normally brings better results and makes me feel happier.

My guess is you put in a lot of work and research beforehand though. Like with traveling?

I don’t game much, but when I do, I really enjoy games with strong characters that I can just go back to and interact with. I’m more a completionist for flavour text than I am for actual achievements. Thank you for reading this! I apologise if this is too long, I just don’t know what’s important here (hopefully something). If you could please let me know where you think I might sit sorting-wise, I’d really appreciate it.

Well, you are a really loud Badger secondary. Sorry I couldn't be more help with the primary.

#submission #sortinghatchats #wisteria sorts #sortme #badger secondary #idealist primary

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saltydumplings · 2 years

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YOOOOOOOOOOOO

Mate, *takes off shades and looks at you emotionally, hair flowing in the wind*

I NEED M O R E .

If you are still taking requests, would you be so kind as to continue Snippet 3.3? I ADORE IT BEYOND WORDS- No pressure if you can’t or don’t want to, though!! :D

YOOOO - I GOT YOU, MY DUDE. Thank you so much for the request! Wrote this in a slight rush but hopefully it's still okay :D

Snippet #3.4

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

The moment was perfect.

And it stayed that way for a while...until, that is, the villain decided to intervene just as the sidekick had done just seconds before. The hero went from kissing one person to another quicker than they could breathe between the shift, nothing more than a startled gasp managing to escape them as the villain took control once more.

For about ten seconds.

And then suddenly they were kissing the sidekick again. And then the villain. And then back to the sidekick...and then back to the villain...

The hero registered a little too late the problem that was arising, but it became all too apparent when they found themself caught tightly between the two - the villain and the sidekick practically smothering them as each fought for dominance over the kiss, the hero feeling like a damn pendulum as they were practically pulled to and fro, some part of them wondering if they'd get whiplash from how quickly their head kept being turned.

It took a second, but the hero managed to wiggle their arms free and bring their hands up to cover the mouths of their assailants, effectively bringing the two to a halt.

"Can...I...breathe?" the hero panted, watching as the sidekick immediately stepped back, face flushed a bright red as they realised what had happened.

"Right, no, that's...sorry," they said.

The villain however seemed to have other plans, eyes glancing down to the hand covering their lips before locking their gaze onto the hero once more, watching the other's reaction as they slid their tongue across their palm. The hero didn't think it was possible for them to blush any harder - god, their face felt so hot they wouldn't be surprised if steam had started coming out their ears - but it was all too clear from the villain's grin that their face showed just how affected by the touch they were.

"Alright, that's quite enough of that!" the sidekick said, claiming the hero's hand back on their own behalf and pushing the villain away for the umpteenth time.

The villain merely rolled their eyes. "Fine, fine, ruin the fun. However, Sidekick, as nice as this little feud has been I think it's already quite obvious who Hero will choose..."

The hero looked up at them in a slight alarm, the villain's choice of words catching them off guard. "Ch-choose?"

"Well, of course, darling. It's hardly likely that you can love us both now."

But...but the hero did love them both. They couldn't choose - it would tear them apart; how would they ever even begin to make such a choice when each option would bring them just as much grief as joy? They couldn't choose one paradise over another, that wasn't how this worked: they wanted both and the idea of losing one to gain another seemed simply insane.

The sidekick appeared to sense their sudden distress, coming to rest a hand on the hero's shoulder. "You don't have to choose right now though! It's okay, we can give you time."

"What, scared you'll lose?" the villain said.

The sidekick glared at them. "Hero needs space - this a lot to just dump on them. If you didn't have your head stuck so far up your ass, maybe, you'd realise that."

They took a step forward as if to try and shield the hero from the other - the villain bristling as they realised the implication of the action.

"You're just upset that you were too much of a coward to make the first move."

"I was waiting for the right time," the sidekick argued.

The villain soon came to move forward too. "Oh please, you had all the time in the world!"

"Well perhaps some of us aren't quite as pushy as you, you ever considered that?"

"Being flirtatious and being pushy are not the same."

"No: they're not. And what you were doing was--" the sidekick put a hand on the villain's chest and shoved them back "--pushing."

The villain's face went red. They grabbed the front of the sidekick's shirt and pulled them close. "Watch yourself."

"Or what?" the sidekick challenged.

Silence.

The two were set in a stalemate, each trying to stare the other down - neither one looking like they were willing to back off. Seconds passed and still they didn't move, too busy conveying their hatred for one another to realise just how long it had been.

"...Are you guys sure you don't like each other?"

The hero was watching the two fight warily, biting their lip as soon as they found themself at the centre of the others' focus once more.

"What?" the sidekick said.

"Like, n-not even a little bit?" the hero questioned. All they got in return was blank stares. "I mean, you guys realise how close you are to each other now, right?"

They hadn't, actually. And when the two turned to find themselves practically nose-to-nose they each sprung back as if burnt, eyes narrowed as they continued to glare at each other.

"That doesn't mean anything!" the villain said. "How can you possibly still be thinking this?"

The hero simply glanced between them shyly. "I don't know, I just thought that - I mean, I guess that I just hoped that..." They trailed off for a moment, eyes focusing down on the floor. "It just...it would have made it easier, you know?"

The sidekick and the villain shared a look, both clearly confused.

"Made what easier?" the sidekick asked.

The hero turned back to them with a sigh, knowing neither would like what they were about to say:

"Both...I choose both of you."

Part 6 Part 7

#writing snippet #heroxvillain snippet #heroxvillain #hero x villain #hero x villain x sidekick #hero #villain #sidekick

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beyondspaceandstars · 3 years

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“We Go Way Back”

Relationship: Yelena Belova x Reader Warnings: angst, attitude, possible vague Black Widow spoilers Summary: Your and Yelena's date night takes an unexpected turn when a surprise guest shows up at your shared apartment. A/N: So. I saw Black Widow on thursday....i loved SO much.......maybe even found a new comfort character..........and now here we are :) please enjoy

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You were just finishing up dinner when two arms snaked around your waist. You giggled, staring down at the sautéed vegetables, as you leaned into your girlfriend’s touch.

"Smells good," she mumbled against your neck. Light kisses were beginning to litter your skin.

You sighed. "Thank you, love," you said, giving everything a final stir before turning off the burners. You went to start carrying items to the table, thinking your girlfriend would let up on her hold on you, but that ended up not being the case.

With a joyous laugh, you playfully scolded her, "Yelena, please," you smiled. "Do you want to eat or not?"

She hummed. Her hands drifted now to your sides and began creeping their way to your hips and thighs. "Depends on what you had in mind."

You let out a faux surprised gasp. "You’re shameless." You shook your head and peeled her hands away from you. She let out a little defeated sigh but you just shot her a playful look and continued with your initial mission of setting the dining table.

Thankfully, this time, Yelena lent a helping hand as opposed to lending her hands…elsewhere. The latter was a common occurrence, especially before date night dinners, such as ones like these. There had been one too many meals you were forced to reheat everything after you let Yelena get carried away.

After the food was placed — a nice spread of local meats, fresh produce, and bakery bread — you began working on getting plates and cutlery. Yelena had taken it upon herself to start breaking out the wine. She brought out two bottles you had just bought that morning based on the recommendation from the butcher. You maybe took cooking and dinners a bit too seriously, hoping everything was right especially when it was for your love.

You set out the cutlery just as Yelena finished pouring two (hefty) glasses of wine. You shot her a smile in thanks and began filling each of your plates. You did have to pat yourself on the back a bit, everything smelled wonderful.

Once you two had full plates and eager stomachs, you sat down and dug in. Yelena immediately let out an exaggerated moan as she practically devoured the meat. You blushed at her enthusiasm.

"This is wonderful, dear," Yelena praised and took a sip of her wine. "Very reminiscent of my momma’s cooking."

Your ears perked up at your girlfriend’s mention of her family. She did that every now and then, slip in random comments about them. You liked trying to explore it but knew the topic was a delicate one. You trod carefully.

"Yeah?" You asked, moving some vegetables around on your plate. "Did she cook a lot?"

Yelena shrugged. "We’d have dinners together, all of us, pretty much every night."

All of us. You had heard so far of a mother and a father but could there be more? Or were you reading too much into it?

Eventually, you settled on, "Family dinners sound very nice." That was enough, you thought. Just safe but still engaged. You eyed Yelena as she continued to eat. She hadn’t noticed you stalled or, well, she probably did, but wasn’t saying anything. You took large gulps of your wine, impulsively.

Just as your liquid courage was getting to you to maybe inquire further about your lover’s family, a hard knock at the front door disrupted the entire dinner. Both of your movements stopped abruptly. You looked between the door and your girlfriend.

"Were you expecting someone?" You asked.

Yelena shook her head. Her fork dropped with a loud clang as she pushed away from the table. In quick, determined strides she collected the gun kept in the side table in the living room. You watched her, quite stunned by her response. You don’t think you ever actually saw any of her guns come into action. When you first moved in, she just explained they were a precaution. You never asked what kind of precaution. You feared you were getting your answer now as Yelena walked to the entryway.

Gun drawn, pointed dead on with the wooden door, she called out, "Who is it?"

"You can put the gun down." Surprisingly, that was a female voice answering your girlfriend’s demand. Your brows furrowed in curiosity. You watched for Yelena’s reaction but she was still so stoic and intense.

Yelena scoffed. "Are you sure?"

Probably a bit foolishly, you decided to chime in. "Love," you said, "is everything okay?"

The female on the other side of the door spoke again, this time with an element of shock in her voice. "Love?"

Yelena let out a dramatic sigh as she relaxed her stance and surrendered her gun, placing it on the little table in the foyer. What seemed to be a bit reluctantly, Yelena opened the door forcefully.

Despite the mystery woman finally being revealed, it answered approximately zero of your questions. There, in the doorway, stood a redhead whose unamusing expression mixed with a slight smugness matched your girlfriend’s. The two just stared at one another, neither dared to move, as if they were challenging one another to try it.

Curiosity finally getting the best of you, you stood from the dining table and slowly made your way to the front door. Your fingers fumbled in nervousness as you stepped with caution.

"Hi, there," you said with a weak smile and gentle wave. The redhead’s eyes flicked over to you only briefly. Still, you continued, "Are you alright? Do you need something?"

"Oh, do I."

Yelena shook her head. "The only thing she needs is to leave."

You turned to your girlfriend, "Who is she?"

"Natasha," the redhead explained. "Me and your love here," she nodded towards Yelena, "we go way back."

You didn’t know how she had the air in her but Yelena let out another ridiculous sigh and stomped away. Like some defeated child, she took her seat once more at the dining table. You had never seen her like this before, so unattached and dismissive. You wracked your brain on how to mend this.

You turned back to Natasha. "Please, come in." Natasha took the offer quite well and gave you a nod of thanks before entering the apartment. You followed her into the dining room.

"We were just starting dinner," you explained as you raced for the kitchen, grabbing Natasha her own set. "Sit, have some food."

Natasha mumbled a "thanks" as you began filling her plate now with food. You even offered up some wine despite Yelena’s weird look she shot you when you reached for it. You ignored her odd behavior and took your seat once more. Somehow, the tension from the situation just got worse. Neither woman was eating now.

You cleared your throat as you prepared to dig into your meal once more. "I hope it’s still warm. If not, I can pop everything in the oven to warm."

No one said anything.

"Alright then…" You shrugged. "If I may, how exactly do you two know each other?"

That was the question that opened the flood gates. Yelena turned to you abruptly. "She’s my sister."

"Sort of," the redhead quickly retorted.

Your jaw went slack. Your appetite completely abandoned you now as your interest was greatly piqued. "Your sister?" You asked and looked between the two women. Well, they didn’t really look alike…

"Not biologically," Yelena explained. "We just kind of…lived together for a while."

"I see," you nodded. You scraped your fork against your plate, awkwardly. "If I may again, what brings you here, Natasha?"

The question certainly made Yelena perk up as she stared down her sister — or, whatever they considered each other. You resisted the urge to grab her hand under the table, unsure of what level of affection she was comfortable showing in front of this woman.

"Some business to attend to." Short and sweet. You felt these two were definitely related on some level.

"This couldn’t have waited until the morning?" Yelena gritted.

Natasha shrugged. "I guess it could’ve but then, apparently, I would’ve missed out on this lovely dinner with you and your… your, what? Girlfriend?" She took a bite of food. "Hmm, tastes close to someone else’s cooking." A shrug. "Anyways, I didn’t know you dated."

"You don’t know a lot of things."

"Okay!" You explained, trying to salvage whatever was left of this civilized conversation. Natasha and Yelena shared a look before turning to your flustered state. "We’re very happy you dropped in, right, love?" You glanced at Yelena. "And you’re more than welcome to stay, Natasha. I’m afraid all we have to offer is the couch if that would be okay."

Natasha glanced behind you at the living room before nodding. "That would be great," she smiled.

***

It wasn’t until you were standing at the kitchen sink cleaning the dishes from dinner that Yelena approached you to talk. Natasha was off getting ready for bed and your girlfriend hopped on this opportunity.

"I’m so sorry," she said as she stood beside you, taking on the role of the dryer in your little dishwasher assembly line. "I-I don’t even know where to begin. I’m sorry she dropped by, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about her—,"

"Love," you shook your head, giving her a sympathetic look, "it’s okay. I’m not really mad you didn’t tell me or that she’s here. From what I gather, it’s a complicated relationship."

Yelena let out an annoyed huff. "You have no idea." A beat. "But, still. I shouldn’t hide these things from you. She was a big part of my life and now you… you’re a big part of my life. It’s only fair."

Your heart warmed at her admission. She could be quite the affectionate one when she wanted to be. Quickly, you leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. She tried hiding her blush but failed beautifully.

"For what it’s worth, she seems very interesting," you shrugged. "I think she could be fun to get to know. Probably has a few embarrassing stories about you as a child."

Yelena gasped. "Don’t even think about it."

"Too late," you giggled, mentally marking that down as a subject for conversation. A brief silence passed over you two as you finished up with the dishes. Reaching the end of the chore, you said, "So, should I be on the lookout for any other siblings?"

Your girlfriend chuckled. "No," she admitted. "Natasha is it."

You let out a content hum in understanding. "One day we should have them all over."

"Them?"

"Yeah," you nodded, "your whole family. A nice, big family dinner. That could be exciting, right?"

Yelena rolled her eyes. Whether it was playful or not, you couldn’t quite tell. "That’s certainly one way to describe it."

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some-kindofgnome · 3 years

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now everything is easy

do not interact with this post if you are under 18.

Katsuki wakes next to you the morning after your heat reaches its peak.

c: katsuki bakugou x reader

wc: 3.7k

cw: smut (18+), morning sex, subtle alpha/beta/omega dynamics (knotting, heat cycles, descriptions of scent & slick), vaginal & oral sex, aftercare if you squint, katsuki is like lovingly disgruntled through most of this but he adores you i promise

notes: Bakugou lovers, what’s up? It’s been a minute... 😅I can’t BELIEVE how long it’s been since I’ve written about Bakugou. But I signed up to write him for a few collabs over the summer, so here’s my warmup. I think I did this trope wrong but he goes down on u so like that’s fun, right? 👀

(MASTERLIST)

Morning comes hot and sticky, drizzling like honey into Katsuki’s slowly waking mind.

For a long time, waking slowly like this seemed little more than a far-off dream, for the man who could never be caught off guard. Most days his eyes still spring open, fully alert to the sound of his six o’clock alarm. But when she needs him, he loses himself easily to her.

To you.

He’s not sure what time it is exactly, only that midmorning sun splashes obscenely across the mussed bedclothes, lighting up the soft green of the worn linen and the buttery eggshell-painted wall beyond. His muscles settle into a dutiful ache. His thighs are still a little stuck together. He kind of needs to piss.

But you, fragile and perfect with the dew of your leftover heat drying on your spine, are worth lingering for.

You’re still fast asleep as he rolls onto one hip, fresh scratches pulling and stinging in the muscles of his back. The sheet’s tucked haphazardly over the curve of your hip, but you’re sprawled on your side with your torso left carelessly bare.

He can’t help himself, leaning forward to bury his nose against your scent glands, pulling the strong reek of you into his head. Your scent is so easy to read- maple-sweet, fragrant like orange blossom and deliciously mingled with his own. Last night, he fucked you both into sheer exhaustion, and the sheets still waft puffs of your mingled scents with every shift of his body.

Still, you’ll be wanting more soon. He gives your petal-soft skin a devilish little nip, rolling away to stretch yesterday’s exertion from his tendons.

Before he can even shift to climb out of bed for the bathroom, you’re squirming beside him.

Too late.

Those long, peaceful breaths of sleepy silence quickly give way to strained little whimpers as your senses come back to you. Last night, your heat cycle had reached its peak. But after a full measure of sleep- and eight hours without the fill of your alpha- he knew this was coming.

“Alpha,” you keen, struggling with even one coherent word. Katsuki’s instincts flare to life while you wake up, fresh waves of your needy scent filling his head and bringing his alpha to the surface. His cock stirs greedily against one thigh, stiffening traitorously in response to your voice.

He sighs harshly, flopping back against the pillows. His jaw ticks, letting firm throbs of desire swell in his gut.

“Couldn’t even wait for me to take a piss, could you?” He growls, no shortage of affection in his rough tone. You’re already rolling over, tangling clumsy, slick thighs in the soiled sheets.

“Please,” you sigh. “One more. I need one more.”

“C’mere,” he grunts, palming your ass to bring you close. “Let me see you.”

Your flesh is hot and sticky beneath his touch, and he knows how badly you need him but he can’t help indulging. Not now, when you’re so pliable and needy for him. It’s cruel to think so, but he loves you most when you’re desperate like this. His mean streak doesn’t come for you very often, but he can’t help it. You’re so easy to tease, and so much cuter when you want something.

He slips between your thighs to quell your squirming, letting you settle onto your back. You spread your legs as far as they’ll go, staring up at him with that wide, vulnerable, irresistible expression you always get at this time in your cycle. It’s how can tell your heat’s coming, far before the changes to your scent. The first time you look up at him like this every season, he knows it’s all over.

Your thighs are still crusted with last night’s slick and dried remnants of cum, but when you spread them, long strings of fresh fluid break and drip onto the mattress. The warm slip of your sex is glistening already.

Katsuki decides in that moment that he’s going to take his time with you, whether you’re ready to wait for it or not.

“You feeling patient?” he chuckles, lip curling as he flicks his eyes back to yours. You’re still staring up at him like that, an extra flash of panic lighting your eyes when the word patient reaches your ears.

“W-what,” you plead. “N-no, please, just- now, just do it now…”

Your voice trails into a strangled little squeak of pleasure when he dips his head between your thighs and seals his mouth to your dripping cunt. The familiar sweet musk of you pours into his mouth, cocktailed with the overwhelmingly heady flavor of your heat slick. The tightness in his balls is getting blurry now, half-full-bladder, half-swelling desire. But he can hold it, if it means he gets to pull more of those little cries from your needy throat.

He glides the flat of his tongue up between your folds, knowing that it makes you squeal without actually pushing you any closer to the edge. As he predicted, your thigh twitches by his left ear and your toes curl, but the whine that leaves you is not a satisfied one.

“K-katsuki,” you beg. The shape of his name on your lips comes as a surprise to him, and he glances up at you with a flinch of his brow. While there’s nothing quite like the way you shout “alpha” in the throes of your heat, when you’re all sleepy and sticky and half-conscious like this, his name feels good, too, hanging in the bleary air between you.

It sounds nice.

He rewards you with a lift of his chin, bringing the fat press of his tongue over your swollen clit just once. The sharp flick of it makes you yelp and flinch, slamming your hips into his face so hard he nearly bites his lip.

“Fuck,” he curses without pulling away, “cut it out.” He flattens one palm over the low plane of your pelvis, pressing weight into his wrist and pinning your wriggling hips to the mattress. The angle’s a little more awkward like this, but your toes are starting to twitch and he can tell you’re losing yourself to the pleasure.

He presses one finger to the weeping silk of your slippery folds, nudging it forward to find your needing hole and pushing smoothly inside.

“Jesus, sweetheart,” he croons into your cunt, “y’re fuckin’ grabbing me already.”

Your walls flutter in near-instant reaction to his touch, closing down hard around his middle finger. You squeeze so tightly he can barely draw back out of you again, curling the pad of his finger to find the spongy flesh near your entrance. It’s the tenderest part of you, and when he rubs it just right, you’ll descend into the kind of shivers that’ll make it hard to hold back.

It’s worth it every time, though, to watch you lose your mind under his diligent hands.

Katsuki refreshes the weight in his palm, pinning you freshly down while he re-adjusts to the slick pull of your clutching depths. He cups his tongue against your clit, feeling the heat in its swollen ridge, and dips his ring finger into you, alongside the first. His cock’s fully hard now, drooling wet preek into the sheets and burning with bright, hot tension.

Fuck, it’s going to feel good to get you on his knot again.

He focuses once more on the task at hand, finished revelling in your taste and ready to focus on your pleasure. You like it when he flutters his tongue quick and sharp against your clit, and your cunt’s most sensitive in the shallow parts near your slit. He curls his fingers, rubbing all along the hottest planes. He can practically feel the spots where your nerves sit closest to your skin, making your body spasm when he pins them under his fingers.

“Kah!” The first syllable of his name flies from your lips. He knows you sense his intent now, and your body’s already beginning to stiffen with the promise of climax. He knows you have to tense up a little to make it happen, so when you tense your core beneath the press of his free hand, he knows you’re getting close.

“Close,” you pant anyway, slipping one hand between your thighs and raking your fingers into his hair. When you grab the longest strands at his crown and pull, it sends an unexpected little shock of pleasure to his dick that pulls the air from his chest.

You’re already starting to pitch and shake, but he knows better than to let up now. He keeps the pleasure coming steady and strong, pushing out out a solid rhythm between his tongue and his fingers as he feels you pass the point of no return.

“Right there,” comes your desperate voice, crawling into your upper register. “Yeah, yeah, yeah, that’s it, y-you’re-“

It’s kind of beautiful, how easy to read you’ve become. He’s pretty sure he could satisfy you like this by feel alone at this point, blindfolded with his ears stuffed full of cotton.

A heartbeat and a half later you’re falling, tense muscles suddenly going slack as you dig your heels into the mattress and arch your back off the bed and contract so tight around his fingers he almost busts it right there, trying not to think about how maddening you’re going to feel around his cock in a few seconds. You let out one, long, hushed draw of his name, a “Katsuki,” that wafts by his ears like a fragrant breeze. Then you’re collapsing between his hands, fitful and whimpering and fighting him off.

“Better?” he grunts, sitting back on his heels. He wipes his mouth off with the back of one hand, dipping the pad of his thumb into the corners as he licks your heat-slick from his lips.

The look you give him suggests everything he intended. Better after a peak, perhaps, but there’s only one thing that’s going to satisfy you enough to function today.

Fuck, his knot’s already starting to swell a little when he closes his fingers around himself. He grits his teeth, ignoring the flush of heat that creeps down the back of his neck and willing it to stay small enough to fuck you properly.

He looks up at you again, and your scent crashes into his mind, filling every hollow of his blurry mind. You’re already gushing fresh slick, reaching for him to grab him by the face and pull him back down to your level.

He probably shouldn’t have teased you so long.

He lets you tug him against you, bracing his hands at either side of your head to drop his mouth to yours. He laves his tongue affectionately across your teeth, tasting notes of his scent in the lingering flavour of you. The hint of his own musk serves as a pleasant memory from the night before, when he’d poured his scent into every hollow of your body, claiming you as wholly as you’d given yourself to him.

You’re already humping your hips down against his, with his cock pressing up into the crook of your thigh. Katsuki groans long and low into your mouth, fitting one hand between you to bring his weeping tip to the hot gush of your cunt.

“That’s what you want?” He grunts, dipping his mouth from yours, tucking it against the shell of your ear.

“Katsuki, hmmm,” you whine, dragging your hard nipples against his chest. When he doesn’t move right away you whine again, clutching at his back and trying to rock yourself down onto him.

“Alpha, plea-hah!”

Katsuki delights in the way he can still startle you, after all this time. He cuts off your begging by snapping his hips sharply forward, bottoming out in one clean thrust. He’s never pretended to have the biggest cock in the world. But he’ll be damned if you’re not satisfied by it anyway.

“That’s right,” he pants, closing his eyes against the crook of your neck. “I got what you need.”

He pets a hand down your sternum as he straightens up a little, thumbing the tender swell of one nipple. He slides his fingers into the dip of your waist to brace at the curve of your hip, digging the pads of his fingers into your flesh as he rolls smoothly in and out of your clingy heat.

He closes his eyes again, overcome by the feelings he swallowed to tease you earlier. You are still tender and gooey from last night, molded perfectly to the size of him and sucking him forward every time he tries to pull away. Your slick leaks out around the edges of his cock with every push of his hips, and the quiet, satisfied cries from beneath him send pulses of deep affection into the hollows of his chest.

There’s nothing quite like this, the physical manifestation of the intimacy that lies between you. He is the only one who can do this for you anymore, the only person in the world who can quell the trembling tides of your heat.

He’s not gonna last long at all, getting sweet on you in his head like this.

Determined to make use of the time that he has, he slides his fingers into the back of your knee, pushing your thigh up toward your torso until he can reach up and grab you by the ankle. Slowly, deftly, he straightens your leg, gliding his palm down the length of your shin and guiding the curve of your heel into the crook of his shoulder.

“Pretty like this,” he croons without thinking, turning his head and feathering a quiet little kiss to the inside of your ankle. He spies your reaction out of the corner of his eye, a blissful little sleepy smile that paints your warmed features. Affection clutches low and hot in his belly, a feeling he’s only now grown used to embracing. Tenderly, he wraps his arm around your leg, braces it against his chest, and begins to thrust.

He takes up a slow, heady pace, pulling slowly out of you and then slamming forward with a harsh snap of his hips, revelling in the way your body jerks every time. He can feel the breath rattle against his palate as he sucks it in through his clenched teeth, losing himself in the maddening grip of you. It’s woven into the very fabric of him, loving you. He doesn’t have to say it anymore, not when he can practically read it out of your skin. But he’s promised himself, more fiercely than anything, to take care of you.

He promises you in the way he fucks you through this, muscles stretched thin, balls aching. Worn out on a weeknight’s worth of sleep, calling out of work for the second day in a row, undoubtedly leaving you in bed to put together a decent meal from the fridge he’d stocked this time last week, when you started looking at him Like That and he couldn’t even bring himself to dread it.

You clench, shifting your foot against his shoulder and lifting your hips into his. The tight little ripple around the base of his cock shoots all the way to the base of his spine, and with a sharp little grunt Katsuki slips his free hand down your belly, stretching his thumb over your tender clit. He can already feel his knot beginning to swell again, pleasure spiking hard when he traps your clit under his thumb and starts to stroke, making you cry out and tense into him all over again.

“Kat…suki, I’m.. g-gonna,” you plead, like he can’t already feel it happening again. Even your scent fluctuates when you’re about to cum, rippled with a sharp little spice that peters into sweetness all over again when you bleed down from that high.

“I gotcha,” he promises gently, hooking his arm more firmly around your calf. “Come on, baby. I gotcha. Come on.”

He dips his hips as low as he can, paying extra attention to the beginning and end of every thrust, to overstimulate those tender spots that line your entrance. It works, because before long you’re digging your heel into the meat of his shoulder and convulsing around his pounding length and gushing hot slick that drips down his balls and coats his pelvis and smears across the low end of his stomach.

“Fuck.” The word hisses from his throat, his body taking the green light of your waning climax long before his brain clues in. He digs his fingers into your thigh and leans forward, stretching it up toward your chest and lets himself go, shoving his hips madly against yours and milking every cruel draw of pleasure from his own body until his thighs are shaking with the resistance of it. When the ecstasy finally boils over he slams his hips as far forward as they’ll go, squeezing his eyes shut and shooting long spurts of cum up into your belly. Your walls stretch eagerly around him as his knot expands completely, sealing his pelvis to yours.

Finally, he shrugs your ankle down his arm, gently straightening your leg out over his thigh as you catch your breath. He’s a little winded, too, never quite ready for the overwhelming sensations of taking you.

“That’s never gonna get old,” he mumbles, bowing over your supine form to rest his dewy forehead on yours.

You’re still panting hard, but you laugh airily, eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks. His eyes are closed again but he can feel you grinning and it’s too contagious not to crack a little smile. He ducks his forehead away from yours to nose against the shell of your ear, mouthing gently at your jaw and sliding both hands up and down either side of your torso.

“Better?” he asks, sincere this time. And, sincerely soothed this time, you nod.

“Much better.”

He knows you’re telling the truth, but it doesn’t change the fact that he’s going to be on you all day. He can’t keep himself off of you when you’re coming down from the worst of it, all sweet and pliable and soft in a way that you most certainly are not for the other days in your cycle. You kick his ass without hesitation, and he loves you for it. But you’re irresistible like this.

“Now,” he grunts, still nosing his way down your neck, tonguing the sweet hollow of your scent glands, “hurry up and calm down. I gotta take a leak.”

That urge hasn’t gone anywhere fast, growing shallow and tight in the pit of his groin. But it’s not urgent. Not when he’s locked so sweetly (and securely) into your relaxing depths.

“You’re the one that needs to calm down,” you retort in good humour, glancing down for a heartbeat.

“Say that again and I might not bother waiting,” he threatens easily. The noise that escapes your throat is enough to make him snort, pillowing his head in the crook of your shoulder as you turn sharply to find his eyes.

“Don’t. You. Dare.”

“You gonna stop me?” He regrets challenging you immediately when you flail instinctively beneath him, wrenching on the base of his knot and drawing a strangled, pained little wheeze from his chest.

“Fuck, I was kidding,” he scolds, pinning your shoulders to the mattress. “Jesus. Welcome back.”

You’re getting your fire back early. Maybe he’s kind of missed it, after all.

He keeps himself curled over you like that until his knot’s gone down almost all the way, cock softening out of you and letting fresh drips of slick and cum leak onto his thighs. Finally he pulls himself away from you, padding blindly into the bathroom and flipping on the harsh fluorescent light.

He braces one hand on the wall over the toilet as he relieves himself, still half-hard and wavering on his overworked thighs. After he’s washed his hands he wagers a look in the mirror, turning his back and twisting to look over his shoulder and examine the damage.

He goes back to bed smirking, thinking of the long, angry scratches while the memory of their infliction is still fresh.

You are already half-asleep again when he finds you, so he just pulls the sheets up around your shoulders and drops a kiss to your temple. You’re going to want coffee soon, and you’re going to need breakfast. Neither of you have had a proper meal in longer than he’d care to calculate.

When he steps into some undershorts and eases into the open space that makes up the rest of your apartment, he opens the kitchen windows, since you’ll want fresh air when you come out to join him. He’d stopped by the bagel shop on the corner by the agency the last time he was there, leaving work early to come home to you, because he knew you’d want fried eggs on your favourite sesame bagel when you were finally coherent enough to crave food again.

The routines that make up his devotion to you aren’t the things he learned about in health class. They weren’t written down in the books that were unceremoniously shoved at him after he’d presented, nor did the details of your post-heat care list appear on any neatly packaged powerpoint presentation.

He’s picked them up slowly, the hard way, by messing up over and over and over again. They’re things he never even realized he knew about you, until he looks down at his hands and he’s flipping his own egg every few seconds to keep it from browning but leaving yours in the pan to get crisp around the edges.

It feels good to know you so deeply. Even when, sometimes, the flipside is still a little too vulnerable and scary. Even when he’s still harsh and mean, when he still messes up, when he still catches himself on the edge of fury so often.

You picked him anyway, and he’ll be damned if he’s not going to let that mean something.

#bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou #katsuki bakugou #bakugo #reader insert #tw a/b/o #this isn't showing up in the taaaaags #help meeeeeeeee #;.;

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spinster-sisters · 3 years

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Pushover. psh jwy

TW: exhibitionism, fingering, oral female receiving, dirty talk, praise, degradation, grinding, slight bondage, good ole fashion fucking, cock stepping apparently, daddy kink, mutual masturbation, probably other stuff that have escaped my mind cuz writing this felt like a fever dream. So wooyoung is involved pretty heavily involved in this, like many of the kinks listed are done on him and by him so there you have it. Also yeosang is directly involved for like 4 seconds, also please just assume any tags mentioned in the first part that are not listed here may also pop up.

Part 1 (this is a direct continuation of this timestamp)

WC: 5k words of pure smut.

You were hardly aware of your surroundings. Nestled into Seonghwa’s lap, your head fell back onto his shoulder and your eyes screwed shut. You could hear the garbled sound of your boyfriend’s voice rumbling next to your ear, but the slim fingers working in and out of your wet hole stopped any thoughts from entering your brain. Your panties had been pushed aside only enough for him to slip two fingers inside you but you were already keening.

Seonghwa knew how to work you, knew how to make you fall apart and he would usually take his time doing it. Normally you had to put in the work for this kind of treatment, you would have to be especially good and listen to him well during the day, a single misstep or disobeyed words would leave you hopeless, but you had gotten very good at behaving. Why would you when he treated you so well? Not to mention that Seonghwa had something to prove today, without an exchange of words you already knew to be on your best behavior today.

“So what do you say, Woo? It’s your call.” Seonghwa spoke with a cool calm tone. His free hand tapped your side and you knew he wanted your attention for the next part, so your head lifted up and you pulled your eyes open to face the room.

Seven pairs of eyes were glued to you and your boyfriend, all in various stages of embarrassment to downright turned on, but the ones that caught your attention were none other than Wooyoung’s. Because it seemed for the first time the man was at a complete loss for words. His mouth was flapping open and closed like a fish out of water but his complexion was suddenly very pink. He was watching with careful eyes the way Seonghwa’s fingers slipped in and out of you, each time pulling more wetness from you, where it pooled on Seonghwa’s pant leg and made his fingers glisten.

“Are you going to answer me? I don’t appreciate being ignored Wooyoung.” Seonghwa’s voice sounded again, this time with a much steelier tone. Snapped out of his reverie Wooyoung’s eyes flung up to your boyfriend's hard gaze and he made a confused noise. Wooyoung’s body twitched at Seonghwa’s disappointed sigh and somewhere in the room, you heard Mingi muttering to Jongho.

“I asked you a question Woo, do you have an answer?”

Wooyoung’s eyes flitted around the room, desperately looking for aid in the faces of his friends, but none came. They seemed perfectly content to watch the loud boy struggle for words. Eventually, he looked to you for help with pleading eyes, you weren’t quite sure what he wanted you to do but before you could even ponder Seonghwa slipped another finger inside you, stretching you open, even more, making your lips fall open with a pleased sigh and your brain clouded over again.

“Don’t look to her for help, she listened well and is getting her reward. You can’t possibly expect her to risk that to help you. Now, I don’t like repeating myself Woo, so I’m only going to do it once. Do you still think I’m too much of a pushover?” Seonghwa spoke with icy venom.

Wooyoung frantically shook his head ‘no.’ You almost felt sorry for the man when your boyfriend's face turned to stone. Wooyoung noticed it too, and in a moment of frantic panic he realized his mistake and pushed out the word “No!” With perhaps a little too much force. Your head turned to look at Seonghwa’s sharp side profile. He looked very pleased with himself. Rightfully so, taking charge was his forte in times like these.

Seonghwa returned your gaze with a smirk. Using his free hand he gently took your chin between his fingers and pulled you in for a deep kiss. The hand working inside you slowed it is ministrations, but you knew better than to voice your disapproval. Seonghwa’s lips effortlessly urged yours to open and his long tongue slipped between them. Seonghwa’s kisses were always so, strong? He put so much force into every press of the lips and every swipe of the tongue head spun with excitement. Your eyes feel shut almost immediately, moving your mouth gently along with your boyfriend.

It seems you got a little too lost in the feeling of the kiss and the gentle push of the hand working inside you because you were slowly becoming more and more vocal with each passing second. What started as soft groans were now developing into full moans that were only slightly muffled by Seonghwa’s lips. But a sudden squeal from across the room drew both of your attention. Seonghwa broke the kiss to peer across the room at none other than Wooyoung, whose pink complexion had turned bright red since you last looked at him. Also notable, was the way he kept clenching his thighs together and making small grinding motions.

He wasn’t completely alone in this, one quick glass around the room showed you that all of your friends seemed to be enjoying the scene before them, many of them sporting hard dicks of their own (San and Hongjoong especially had taken to slowly palming themselves over their jeans) but none seemed to be quite as affected as the boy directly across for you.

“Getting impatient?” Seonghwa asked with disinterest.

“No,” Wooyoung replied, trying to match your boyfriend's tone but failing miserably.

“We’ve barely started and you're already rutting against the floor like a dog, are you sure this isn’t too much for you?” Seonghwa asked in a tone of mock concern. Seonghwa pulled his fingers from you to instead gently circle your clit with care. You. Squirmed again. The truth was you were remarkably close to the cumming. A fact Seonghwa probably knew. You tried to reassure yourself, knowing that in the current circumstances a high reward was coming your way soon, but the sudden emptiness was disappointing none the less and while it showed on your face you dared not make a sound.

“Get on with it then,”

You winced. Knowing the kind of reaction Wooyoung’s words would bring. Seonghwa’s face hardened. Much darker than you had seen in a long time. One quick glance to the side told you that the younger boy's word had left Seonghwa seething. He stayed silent for a moment, but not inactive. His fingers dancing across your folds seemed to gain a sense of purpose, and with sudden and unexpected vigor, Seonghwa worked them in a way that made your legs twitch and your hole clench around nothing.

“Can I, please?” You asked aloud, though it was clear who you were talking to.

“Go ahead little one,” Seonghwa encouraged with a surprisingly gentle tone.

A loud whine came from your open mouth and the room watched with rapt attention as your body came undone. Even Seonghwa pulled eyes dangerous gaze away from Wooyoung who had been gulping with fear, to watch with soft eyes at the way his pretty girl fell apart for him.

It must have been a truly lewd sight. Your body spasming freely as your glistening core twitched, not to mention your chest covered with marks given to you by the very man who caused your pleasure. The helpless cries were only the cherry on top to the room of onlookers, Yunho had even let out a low groan of his own. But the man of the hour, as it seemed, Wooyoung had returned to his stunned silence, watching the way Seonghwa continued to toy with your clit, prolonging your orgasm as much as possible for the room to enjoy.

Seonghwa turned back to Wooyoung and stopped his work on you only after the majority of your orgasm had passed, leaving you breathless and panting. You felt Seonghwa’s hard cock digging into your ass, but Seonghwa had other matters to attend to first. He fixed Wooyoung with a hard gaze and gave a simple command.

“Come here,”

Wooyoung froze at his words, unable to look away. Yeosang, who had been enjoying Wooyoung’s torment far more than the others urged his forward with a small push on the shoulder, which snapped him out of his trance, and after a moment he slowly crawled across the floor to sit on the floor before you.

Everyone in the room seemed shocked by this turn of events, yourself included, but one quick look from Seonghwa’s encouraging smile settled your nerves. Besides, your brain way still basking in the aftermath of your orgasm so this all seemed much more exciting than you would admit out loud.

With a pinch on your outer thigh from Seonghwa your legs instinctively opened wider, giving Wooyoung an eye full of your now slightly swollen core. Seonghwa reached between your legs and spread your pussy open, exposing your still pulsing hole to the man on the floor, and with one simple sentence, changed the tone of the night for good.

“Get on with it then,”

“What?” Wooyoung sputtered helplessly, looking up to your boyfriend with wide eyes.

“Your attitude has done nothing but remind me how wonderfully obedient my pretty girl is,” as Seonghwa spoke you subconsciously cuddled further into his chest, his eyes flicked to you and he gave you a reassuring squeeze on your neck with his free hand, “and I think she should be rewarded before I deal with that mouth of yours.”

Wooyoung’s eyes shown with realization as it finally dawned on him exactly what his teasing had gotten him into. His eyes flicked around to the faces of his friends only to see them waiting expectantly for Wooyoung to do as he was told. He looked back to Seonghwa and opened his mouth, to apologize, to beg, to l say anything at all, but no words came out. Seonghwa frowned at him.

“Don’t you think she’s been good?” Your boyfriend asked accusatorily.

“Yes, she has-“ Wooyoung started.

Seonghwa’s finger slipped down to drag through your folds and collect the wetness gathering there. You were still incredibly sensitive from your orgasm and the movement made you shudder a gasp. Wooyoung’s eyes followed the action with a downright hungry gaze but something was still restraining him from acting. Seonghwa held out his wet finger in front of the boy's face, and Wooyoung couldn’t help but lick his lips at the sight.

“I’m not going to say it again. Get. On. With. It.”

It seemed whatever defiant streak had been holding the boy back had finally broken. Wooyoung’s head snapped forward and took the Seonghwa’s long shining finger into his mouth and sucked it clean. A loud whinny groan came from the boy instantaneously and after a moment his lips pulled away with a loud pop. With his new resolve Wooyoung’s eyes zeroed in on your face blushing face and with an incredibly what look his eyes snapped back down and he dove in.

An unapologetic scream ripped from your open mouth. The first sensation you felt was pain, you have only fully come down from your high a minute or so prior and your clit was still incredibly sensitive as Wooyoung attached his lips to your cunt and rolled his tongue over the bud repeatedly. But the longer he kept at it, sliding his tongue over the length of your core in a wide lick, the more the full pain turned into biting pleasure.

“You look so pretty like this baby,” Seonghwa muttered encouragingly in your ear, but still loud enough for the room to hear over the obscene slurping noises Wooyoung was now making as he sucked at your entrance. “Doesn't that feel nice?”

Depends on how you define nice really, it felt like all too much all at once, it hurt yes, but every swipe of the younger boy's tongue brought more wetness out of you and made your body twitch and writhe with the slightest movement. Honestly, you should have been used to this by now. Seonghwa loved to do this to you, overstimulate you for hours till there were tears in your eyes and you had lost control of your limbs, he thought you looked best when completely at his mercy. But this was only your first orgasm, you had been trained well enough to keep some of your composure despite the abuse your aching core was suffering at Wooyoung’s hand. You turned to Seonghwa’s satisfied face, and gave him a weak smile,

“Feels good, Daddy.”

Somewhere in the room someone let out an “oh fuck,” and Wooyoung groaned particularly loud directly into your pussy and the vibrations traveled up your spine like lightning. Your mouth fell open as you looked into Seonghwa’s eyes with a dazed look. Your hips arched off your boyfriend's lap. It was Wooyoung who made the first move to push your hips back, eager to have his mouth back on you, but he had no sooner touched you than Seonghwa slapped his hand away from your body.

Wooyoung pulled away from your core, his chin dripping with your juices and his eyes shining with confusion. Seonghwa took your hips into both of his hands and pulled you back, flush against his lap and still hard cock, he then fixed Wooyoung with a glare.

“Your not here to touch. Make my baby girl cum in the next five minutes and I might just go easier on you.” Seonghwa spat.

Wooyoung blinked at him, before giving him the sweetest smile he could muster.

“Yes, Daddy”

This took you and the rest of the room by surprise. But you didn’t have time to ponder before Seonghwa took the boy by the roots of his hair and pulled his face forward into your swollen cunt.

“Times ticking, little boy, better get a move on.”

And so he did. Wooyoung ate you out with a burning passion you had never quite experienced. Seonghwa preferred to take hours going down on you, purposely going a slow and steady as possible to build up extremely powerful orgasms that would last for minutes. This was entirely different. Wooyoung was being incredibly messy. Wet sounds echoed around the room and into your ears, he seemed to be trying to eat you alive with the way his mouth moved desperately around your folds. His tongue had made its return to your clit. He sucked the bud between his lips and rolled it around with his tongue in such quick tight little circles your brain spun and if it weren’t for the iron grip one of your boyfriend's hand still had on your hip your sure you would flailing around like a madwoman. You certainly sounded like one with the way endless cries, whines, and groan spilled from your lips in increasing volume. Wooyoung had a clear goal, Seonghwa had given him five minutes? He would do it in three.

You were nearing the end of your rope, your entire lower half seemed to be vibrating with numb pain and pleasure it was almost unbearable but somehow nowhere near enough.

“Daddy? Can I cum please?” You spoke in a shattered voice. Seonghwa, who still had his hand twisted in Wooyoung’s hair looked down expectantly at the boy, who was already peering up at your face with wide eyes. Both you and your boyfriend watched as Wooyoung slid his tongue into your hole and began fucking it in and out of you in time with your breathy gasps. Your head flipped frantically to search your boyfriend's eyes, begging for permission.

“Please, please, Daddy, I can’t hold-“

“You can cum baby,”

And that was all it took. You practically screamed. Your eyes went white as your head fell back again. Having lost all control of the movement of your limbs Seonghwa took his hand from Wooyoung’s head and used both to hold your spasming body close against his. Your brain had gone fuzzy and the only two things registering in your brain were the gentle praise being whispered into your ear and the beat of Seonghwa’s heart against your back from how closely he held you.

Your recovery to much longer this time. To be perfectly honest, in your whacked-out brain it could have been hours.

Slowly you came back to reality. When you opened your eyes the first thing you saw was Yunho from across the room, he gave you a reassuring smile but it was offset slightly by the way his hand was down his pants, nevertheless you smiled back. You laid limp and spent across Seonghwa’s lap. His arm had come around your waist to hold you up and his other hand was rubbing soft circles on your inner thigh. He gave a gentle kiss to your temple as you stirred, leaving butterflies in your stomach. Shifting slightly so you sat sideways on his lap you curled yourself into him with an affectionate purr.

And then there way Wooyoung. He sat on his knees with his hands on his thighs looking up at you like he won a prize.

“You taste good,” he said with an almost happy hour lucky smile.

“Did you like it, Woo?” San asked from behind him, San was sporting his own wide eyes and looking overly jealous about the whole thing.

Wooyoung spun around to look at his best friend and spoke enthusiastically,

“She tastes so good Sannie, really, it was so much fun!”

“Don’t get too excited Woo, we’re not done yet.” Seonghwa chided. Wooyoung whirled around to face him.

“Didn’t I do good?” He asked with a confused look.

You nodded absently as Seonghwa spoke.

“Yea you did good, but that doesn’t excuse your attitude earlier. You still need to learn some respect. I’m sure our friends would agree all this attention you’ve been getting has gone to your head.”

Yeosang and Jongho snickered in agreement. Wooyoung turned to shoot them a glare but it was cut short by a strangled moan. Seonghwa had pressed the heel of his shoe onto the swollen tip of Wooyoung’s cock through his jeans. And to your surprise, Wooyoung’s hips bucked up into the sole of his shoe. Your brain short-circuited.

Wooyoung started to move away but Seonghwa took hold of his hair again and kept him in place.

“What’s the matter woo? Embarrassed? Embarrassed you almost got yourself off on Daddy’s shoe?”

Wooyoung shook his head no, but Seonghwa only dug his heel in harder and Wooyoung couldn’t help but buck against his shoe again with a pained moan. Your legs were clenching together as another pool of arousal pooled between them. Here’s the deal, you had always admired Seonghwa’s incredible level-headedness. In fact, it was one of the best qualities you could ask for in a lover. But for months now, you had been hoping for the chance that Seonghwa would show his true colors to the rest of the group. The idea had been a fantasy of yours for such a long time, but seeing it, here and now, and like this? Not to mention you had always wondered just how far Seonghwa would go if someone disobeyed him, perhaps you didn’t have the guts to do it yourself, especially since being good reaped such high reward, but this was far more than you ever imagined. You doubt whether you had ever been this turned on in your life.

Seonghwa noticed your reaction, of course, he could always read you like a book. He glanced around the room to the hungry faces of your friends till he found who he was looking for and locked eyes with them with a smirk.

“Yeosang, think you could help me for a moment?”

Yeosang returned the smirk and the room watched with bated breath as he made his way over to the scene, eyes zeroed in on Wooyoung’s mortified face.

“Who knew Wooyoung was such a pain slut.”

Yeosang’s voice was as cool as a cucumber, and if it wasn’t for the bulge in his pants you would think he was talking about the weather. Seonghwa dug his heel into Woo one last time before spinning the boy around to face Yeosang by yanking the hair in his grip. Wooyoung was whining pathetically at it all. Your hand was placed on Seonghwa’s hard chest. He glanced at you with a promising smile at your desperate face.

“Not had your fill yet, little one?” He asked you with a smirk. You shook your head ‘no.’

“No Daddy, you make me so needy.” You reply with wide eyes and a slight whine, grasping the fabric of his shirt in a tight fist. He grinned at you before turning to Yeosang again.

“I think it’s finally time to fuck my baby girl, but I don’t think Wooyoung has learned his lesson yet,” as he spoke Seonghwa began fiddling with his belt, pulling through the loops of his jeans. Handing the belt to Yeosang he continued, “Do me a favor, tie him up, make him desperate, don’t stop till he begs.”

Yeosang accepted the challenge with a smile. Seonghwa’s attention was finally on you and you alone. With his help as your body was still weak, he adjusted you to straddle his hips facing him. You looked a mess surely, there was no way you looked anything but obscene and sweaty, But Seonghwa took in your face with a smile.

“You look so pretty like this baby girl” As he spoke, Seonghwa’s hand came to your ass and kneaded it in his palms. The room could no longer see your face, but they could most definitely see this, and likely your still leaking cunt.

Directly behind you, you could hear rummaging noises and the distinct clink of a belt being done up. A quick glance over your shoulder showed you that Wooyoung was now facing the room, with his hands bound behind his back and a pillow between his legs, Yeosang sat to his side clearly satisfied with his work. After taking it in you turned back to Seonghwa who looked pleased himself.

“You’ve been so good baby, want Daddy to fuck you? Nice and deep how you like it?” You practically purred at his words. It’s true so far you had enjoyed yourself, but there was nothing quite like when Seonghwa filled you up with his cock.

“Please fuck me Daddy” you whispered, leaning in close to him with your biggest doll eyes, and your hands gripping his shoulder. Seonghwa smiled at you, content with your answer.

A moment later he had freed his duck from his jeans and was stroking it leisurely. Your mouth watered. Oh, the way he could make you feel, how many times he had made you cum. As Seonghwa sunk into the couch, taking a moment to watch you squirm on his lap he truly looked too powerful. The calm in the sea of chaos that had unfolded that night, it was unfair how he made your heart skip a beat. With one quick glance over your shoulder, he called out to Wooyoung one last time.

“I’d start doing as you were told Wooyoung, wouldn’t want the others to get impatient with you,”

At that, you heard the first grunt of Wooyoung grinding helplessly on the pillow, then whimpering at how the surface was too soft to gain any friction over his pants. The poor boy was at his wit's end.

But your attention was drawn back to the man in front of you before you had time to feel sorry for Wooyoung. One of his fingers had slipped inside you once again to test the waters. You flinched at the intrusion, your body was utterly spent, and the overstimulation would be hell, but as God, as your witness, you were going to take your boyfriend's cock tonight.

“Are you sure your ok baby? Wouldn’t want to push you too far after the night you’ve had.” He spoke with mild concern, but he already knew the answer.

“No! I want to! I can take it!” You spoke with urgency.

“Absolutely sure sweetpea?” He asked one last time. Your hand gripping his shirt twisted and shook. You looked at him with the most pleading look you could muster.

“Please fuck me, Daddy.”

“Ok then,” he replied with a smile. Not once today had you forgotten your manners or rules, after dealing with the whimpering boy behind you for an evening he was glad to have his perfect baby girl still being as good as ever.

Seonghwa hoisted your hips to be level with his. Seonghwa had a thing about eye contact while he fucked you, so you did your best to not break it as the tip of his cock teased your entrance.

To be completely honest, but the focus of the rest of the room seemed to now be on Wooyoung, who was still rutting against the pillow like a dog, and they all seemed to be enjoying the show far too much to notice the tender way Seonghwa pulled your body down flush against his hips and down onto his cock. Although the broken whipper that came from you at the feeling overwhelming sensation did turn a few heads.

Your knees were shaking and your hands trembling. You had been right, the overstimulation was making it too hard to move on your own. But Seonghwa was attentive as always. He wrapped an arm around your waist and used it to slowly work you up and down on his cock. Each thrust he made felt like pins and needles in the best way possible. After Seonghwa had worked up a steady rhythm a numbing pleasure had already begun to build. Looking deep into your boyfriend's eyes you placed and hand on your tummy and after moving it around for a bit you could feel him moving inside you. You groaned out, this position had always been the best for deep penetration anyways.

“Daddy I can feel you inside me,” you whipper as he picks up speed. The room was beginning to sound like a symphony of lewd cries and squelching noises coming from both you and Wooyoung. Not to mention the panting and groaning coming from the others in the room, who had lost any semblance of shame and were jerking off freely to the unexpected yet beautiful sight. The other boy's eyes kept flicking back and forth, unable to decide which one was more arousing to watch. Many of them had already gotten themselves off before now and were now sporting half-hard cocks as they were faced with the delightful scene.

“I know baby girl, I know how much you love to be stuffed full of cock. And now everyone else knows too.” Seonghwa replied clearly satisfied with himself. His hand came up to your jaw and he delivered a particularly hard thrust and pulled your hips down to match it. You were already losing focus of the world around you and the pleasure was mounting rapidly. At the force of the thrust, your eyes almost dropped closed but Seonghwa pulled your head forward and they opened a bit wider.

“Now everyone knows how good you are for me, baby. My good little girl, who loves taking my cock.” Seonghwa was speaking in such a low grumbling voice it was almost like he was talking to himself rather than you like he was reminding himself of what he had accomplished today. You could tell that after waiting all night for stimulation he was also getting close to his own edge, and if you listen to the whiny panting of the boy behind you you could tell he was getting desperate for the release that would never come from the pillow.

You almost lost eye contact again when Seonghwa’s thrusts became sloppy. Increased pace but with less consistency was the tell-tale sign that Seonghwa was going to cum, but luckily for him, it was this exact treatment that made your head spin. Your lower half was numb with biting pleasure and it was all you could do to keep your eyes open to watch the sweat dripping down Seonghwa’s forehead as he carried on with determination. The others had caught on to what was about to happen and many were now speeding up their ministrations to themselves to climax at the same time as you and your boyfriend.

Seonghwa’s hand wound its way into your hair and used it to crash your lips onto his is a heated, wet, and messy kiss. Any second now and you would lose yourself to the pleasure. You detached your lips just enough to pant into Seonghwa’s lips,

“Daddy, in cumming”

“Damn right you are,” he moaned in response.

It was wise of him to reattach your lips before you came undone. Even with him muffling your noises there was no way the sounds you made didn’t echo around the room and ring In everyone’s ears. Seonghwa kept his pace, pushing more and more whinnies out of you till you almost jumped away from him in overstimulation, butter grip on your waist didn’t let you get far. There were tears in your eyes by the time Seonghwa finally came. Your orgasm had turned silent almost immediately after and your mouth hung wide open in an empty moan. Your brain had all but shut off when the feeling of your boyfriend's cum spilling into you registered into your brain.

Saying you blacked out would be a strong word. But when your eyes fell closed they didn’t seem to want to open. You and Seonghwa stayed connected for what seemed like an eternity before he pulled out of you with a groan and laid you gently down onto the couch to his side.

You were dead weight at this point. But when you felt Seonghwa stand up you pried your eyes open the slightest bit once you realized that the unmistakable noises of a begging Wooyoung had filled your ears.

Seonghwa walked around to stand in front of him. Most of the others in the room were now basking in the afterglow of their own orgasms but had perked up to watch.

“Please, please, please, Daddy. Please let me cum. I promise I’ll be good, I promise I won’t bother you as much, I promise, please-“

Wooyoung ramblings we’re cut short by Seonghwa taking hold of Wooyoung’s head and turning it up to look him in the eyes.

“That’s exactly what I wanted to hear,” Seonghwa replied. Wooyoung gasped a sigh of relief. Seonghwa motioned for Yeosang to come over and untie the poor boy and hopefully get him some relief. But Seonghwa didn’t care about that part, his eyes were now back on you. His sweet perfect, obedient little girl.

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The Brilliance of Break On Through

Call of Duty: Black Ops Cold War Mission Break on Through—An Analysis

I have replayed the campaign of COD:BOCW numerous times—too many times truly. Did a whole playthrough where it was Hardened and soon I’m sure I shall do Veteran(something I have never done for any COD game. Not even Hardened.).

All missions have their own unique qualities—parts where the player gets a little rush of adrenaline depending on the kind of mission and how they choose to play it (Nowhere Left to Run just a plain shooting match while Brick in the Wall you can choose to remain stealthy like the good spy you are or go crazy like an eager homicidal maniac).

Even within the safehouse, there are plenty of little details to discover if you take the time to look around and observe everyone. Or, everything. (The radio if turned to a Russian station/correspondence, Adler changes it back immediately before Da Nang mission. Watching Park’s body language, as you talk to Adler and she periodically looks over to you two. Adler suspicious when you go to the Red Room or the locked room with the arcade. The T.V. being turned on in the Red Room)

But the amount of details, details, in the mission Break on Through is outstanding. I have played this mission more than any other due to me wishing to look at all the details. There’s so many, I think I may miss some. And I can’t show them off all to you cause I suck at creating gifs and don’t know how to transfer that from Xbox to my phone.

To lighten it up a bit, I won’t focus on the four different scenarios you go through—at least not each one. That would take too long and I do not have gifs/pics to show it off since Tumblr limits it to ten anyways.

I will, however, try to guide to what parts of the game you all can explore if you choose to do so. As well just how detailed they did this mission.

I am going to start with the different statements Adler says to you throughout all the Scenarios(17, 6, 11, 1). We only go through four in the actual game—but the fact it goes up to 17 or possibly more shows just how far they went in and messed with Bell’s mind.

Now, Adler seems to be a bit bipolar on how he talks to you whether or not you listen to him and all his directions. Either totally blasé and cold to giving you and pumping you up with more MK or meds, or actually a tad concerned and patient as he guides you through.

If You/Bell Stands Still/Does Nothing:

Example 1

“So you did nothing? What were you, in shock?”

He throws the words callously, mocking. As if Bell isn’t confused and lost at what is going on. He even sounds irritated that you might actually be in shock due to these memories that are just fake—not even real. Not like what he has.

Example 2

“What’s wrong with Bell?” -Adler

“I’m not sure. . .” -Park

“I guess we’ll just wait on you to proceed, Bell.”

The contrast is dizzying. He sounds concerned when he asks Park on what could be wrong with you. If he pushed you too far and now you’re just frozen. And, instead of rushing you due to how the fate of half of Europe is at stake, he decides to give you space. Just wait for you and you’ll come out of it soon enough.

He does these sort of reactions numerous times. Jumping from intimidating to the Adler we knew as the player, as Bell—kind and always in your corner that believes in you. He switches tactics based on what he believes will work really—or he just felt really on edge at times and threw the farce that you two were friends out the window.

Other examples include:

Scenario 11–Napalm Strike-in the lab in the room where you were brainwashed

“Christ, what’s happening with them?”-Adler

“A mild seizure. Sims, past me a benzodiazepine.” -Park

Again, concerned. Worried. Almost…at unease?

In the lab—tripped up on drugs. If you run through the tight shrinking hallway back and forth like so(I suck at making gifs, I’m sorry):

“Why is Bell repeating themselves?”

“Bell, stop speaking in circles.”

Now, as others may have suspected, Bell is talking to everyone as they’re stuck in this horrible loop of mental torture. Most likely muttering, hands clenching and arms pulling against the straps of the gurney, moving their head back and forth depending on what they’re seeing. I always saw Bell as muttering quickly in Russian as they go through all of this—their mother tongue where it may comfort them as they’re panicking and speaking to Adler.

It’s just a nice detail showcasing how exactly Adler knows that Bell is on script—Bell saying what they’re seeing and doing and what’s going on. It shows also just how hard they put Bell through the ringer(badum tss. I’ll leave now).

All the details too when the game shows how the drugs they put in Bell affects you. Like so. The hallways appearing long. The lights looking yellow. You feel so fast—look how quick you can run. Run towards the Red Door that Adler so desperately wants and maybe this can stop. Ah, why is it running away from you? What’s going on?

I don’t know about you, but I was so lost and confused at what was going on my first playthrough. For the majority of this mission, the possibility of me being brainwashed didn’t reach the BACK of my mind till probably I actually saw the flashes of scenes about Vietnam and calling Bell a subject. So like right here.

I personally thought that I had a repressed memory or something due to me going through the Vietnam War. That whatever I saw with Perseus, I—or rather Bell—repressed it from our mind due to how violent or horrible what we saw or experienced was. And that Adler suspected and just really wanted to know about it.

I didn’t expect for the man to actually brainwash my character—us—Bell! The game made Adler your mentor, who always defended you from Hudson and believed in your skills very highly. How he and Bell were basically perfect partners when the two of you were together.

It’s amazing—cause I think that’s what the developers were going for. The absolute trust. The loyalty. The denial that ‘maybe Adler is being a little harsh but hey, this is to help Perseus so it’s okay?’ It’s perfect. Because I’m sure that is what Bell actually felt in real time.

Yet, if you go through the total rebellious choice of not listening to Adler, some thing’s make sense. The Rebellious Side shows you way more than if you just listen to Adler like a Dutiful Soldier.

You go through this room if you choose the rebellious route, the T.V.’s automatically turning on the closer you get. Of Vietnam. And now, all those T.V.‘s that turned on by themselves(the Red Room, Lubyanka, Cuba) make sense. You were actually being brainwashed. Poor Bell probably can’t ever have a turned off/broken T.V. again. The trauma.

Said trauma being shown multiple times too. Not just the T.V.‘s. But the absolute terror that Bell felt, before they became Bell, with Adler.

Like do you see this? This terrified me when I saw it at the end of the hallway. I just saw a red shadow in the distance and I legit thought I was about to be chased. Call of Duty became a horror game(I also went through the door to the ground too my first playthrough, so before this I went through zombies and I think my heart was going to jump out my chest) I thought. I didn’t want to get closer. I had to, with each step I see that it’s not a shadow but a body. And than I see the familiar jacket, the sound of whirring in my ears and see it’s Adler’s head being twisted back and forth, side to side, up and down, in a speed that in inhumanely possible.

Makes one wonder if Bell themselves sees Adler as inhumane. Not human. Adler seeming to just be a god in their head. All the Adler shaped rocks/boulders you go through and see. Even one point the V.C. becoming Adler and you killing him over and over and dead bodies of Adler being everywhere.

The man has entered Bell’s head and won’t leave. Just like Adler won’t leave Bell alone.

Heck, there’s one point in my playthroughs of this mission I was by the bridge yet there were parts of the lab by it. I jumped towards it, noticing down below there were different floors of the lab that eventually reach the ground. I jumped to reach the next floor and missed and I died.

And Adler mocked Bell committing suicide.

That was the kicker really that Adler truly is indifferent towards Bell. Like complete disregard. I know it’s fake. We know it’s fake. Adler knows it’s fake—but to Bell, it felt real. That’s the crazy part. All of this—this whole sequence feels real to Bell so each time they die they actually feel it. It’s insane. It’s cruel.

But we all know that Adler isn’t known for his kindness. Still like his character though, he’s layered.

I don’t have the exact quote he said, didn’t wrote it down like the others. I was shook he said it at all.

Moving on to the final details I’m going to talk about.

When you go through the room, I believe this comes out for both rebellious and dutiful, really depends. You see it filled with post it notes, articles, plans, and newspapers. And you see once more just how Bell has been scarred.

I don’t know Russian or German, but I imagine the notes are similar to what the English one’s say. If I’m wrong, please point it out.

There’s also post it notes which I believe is in code as well due to all the numbers—I’m not sure what those could mean since I am no decoding expert.

Poor poor Bell. And with all these pictures and plans—of Adler included—it begs the question that Bell may have been warned about the famous America’s Monster beforehand. Had to have—since Adler is basically Perseus’s adversary due to how stubborn the American man could be. It just adds more to the story, despite Cold War having quite a short campaign, they made it up somewhat with all these details everywhere.

When you finally and actually reach the room.

As you grow closer to the table, to your chair in the conference room while everyone else seems to have their own spots, there’s something I noticed.

There’s glasses. As well as a hat. And it’s Bell’s. Or at least, it used to be. Why else is it on their side of the table? By their chair? I believe it might be reading glasses due to all the decryptions Bell does, whether on paper or through a computer, it’s hard on the eyes. (I’m sure I’m not the only one who noticed this. For look at @second-vtoroy ‘s Bell)

I believe through the brainwashing, Bell might not need glasses anymore. After all, apparently they were a smoker like Adler before too but they took that out of you. What else they changed of Bell? It makes one wonder how far they truly went into molding a person.

Which just adds onto how mind boggling this mission is—this game is. This is my favorite COD game, despite how short it is. The details and choices and interactions with everyone and able to create your own character(albeit it’s very standard and not specific but it’s good enough for me) is AMAZING. I’ve always been a sucker for RPG’s and able to get that even a little in a COD game? Truly wonderful.

I couldn’t touch on everything because it would’ve gotten long, but the fun of the Break on Through mission never gets old. It’s genius multiple ways you can do it. All the details. The feelings you feel as a player as you go through it.

They truly did a unique job with this and I hope they continue with this type of game storytelling. Hopefully longer as well.

Anyways, hope you guys enjoyed this rant basically!

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djarrex · 3 years

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Pretty please can we have something where Echo and TBB find out Rex and reader are expecting? Bonus points for Omega's reaction cause I wonder sometimes whether she knows much about the natural way babies are made? I figure she wouldn't have need of that information in the Kaminoans' eyes.

I wanna preface this by expressing the joy I feel and the appreciation I have when you guys come into my inbox asking or wanting to talk about Post-Order 66 Rex and fam. I love it SO MUCH you have no idea :’)

So, if you remember, Hunter was briefly in Insatiable and has a couple lines of dialogue - he even congratulates them on the pregnancy and wishes them well in case he doesn’t see them soon - which is shown during Rex + reader + Hunter’s short interaction. The squad is told the happy news before the events of that particular installment, and I’m thinking that it happens when Rex contacts them to ask if they would be able meet him on [planet] for a little help with [mission].

Find the rest of the series and related works in the Post-Order 66 Rex ML

Let’s go back in time when Rex makes contact with TBB, which preludes the events of Insatiable: (pregnant!reader, TBB + Omega finds out, about 1.6k words)

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"We’re being hailed.”

All members on board the Marauder drop what they’re doing and turn their attention to Echo, who had just called out and is signaling for everyone to congregate in the cockpit. Hunter sheathes the knife he’d been twirling in his fingers and nods before stepping towards the rear of the ship and calling for Omega, while Wrecker sets down Gonky and waves her over. Tech and Echo are already sat in the cockpit, getting the signal steady for the incoming transmission to come through.

"What is it?" Omega jumps down from the gunner's nest - now her room thanks to Wrecker's kind heart and creativity - and joins her brothers in the cockpit. The pilot seats are swiveled around and facing the small space in the center of all of them - the bust of a familiar captain popping into view. "Oh, it's Rex! Hi Rex!" She waves at his translucent blue form with a giddy smile plastered on her face. “Where is-”

"Hello Omega," you chime in with a smile as your head pops into the perimeter of the holo. Her sweet face lights up even more, and her eyes move back and forth between you both, unsure of whom to focus on. From the room you’re still staying at in a high-rise located in Yerbana City, the two of you exchange quick greetings with the five who are currently traveling through hyperspace.

“What’s goin’ on, Rex?” The gentle giant asks with a grin and hands placed on his hips. The captain straightens his stance and crosses his armored arms across his chest plate, and instead of directing his impending response to Wrecker, Rex’s attention turns to Hunter, who’s leaned against the frame at the threshold of the cockpit. A moment passes as the two share a nonverbal understanding before Rex opens his mouth - the focusing pairs of eyes on one another.

“I wanted to see if your squad would be available to help me out.” You quietly observe each individual who are all appearing on your end as full-body projections, landing on Omega to where she’s sitting on top of their Gonk droid - her hands folded neatly in her lap, legs swinging.

“Name it.” Echo is quick to respond with a affirmative nod as he meets the eyes of each member - cutting off Hunter before the sergeant can get a word in. Rex’s oldest friend found himself caught at the receiving end of a very slight glare coming from directly across from him, and begins to backtrack. “I-”

“What is it, Captain?” Hunter interjects.

You sort of tune out the rest, having already been given the spiel by Rex long before you’d suggested for him to contact Hunter for some much-needed assistance. It’s a simple mission: scouting out an abandoned base in hopes to obtain supposedly valuable information from the obsolete Republic database and perhaps to also restock on munitions if there’s anything left there. Normally this would be something Rex could manage on his own, though his thoughts have been a little busy since the start of your extended stay in Yerbana. The two of you ended up taking a little much-needed ‘vacation’ in the repopulating capitol city after receiving the incredible news, and you’re just now getting back into the swing of things. Well, for the most part. Rex doesn’t quite trust his focus as of late with far too many other important things swarming around in his mind, and is worried that he'd make a mistake doing the mission solo, no matter how simple the objective appears to be.

Hunter accepts without resistance, and confirms that they'll meet the two of you just outside the abandoned base immediately after they’ve finished their current objective for Cid, which will probably be in another eighteen hours or so. Rex transmits the coordinates, and it falls silent; the awkward clearing of the throat coming from Rex crackles through the air on their end.

“Somethin’ else, Rex?”

“Actually, yeah. We have some news.” Rex grins and rubs at his nape, and you can't help but to smile wide at him from your position at his side. The squad members all share a glance - a mixture of raised, inquisitive brows and narrowed, concerned eyes. Hunter steps closer to the projection, caution engrained within the features of his half-inked face as he crosses his arms.

“Tell them, love,” your sweet voice of reassurance crackles with the brief wavering signal - your hand laying to rest on his pauldron. Rex chuckles down at his feet and grabs your hand to bring it up to his chest, squeezing gently as he begins to acknowledge the others.

“Everything okay, you two?”

“Based on their lifted expressions and display of affection towards one another, it appears that this ‘news’ is of a positive, exuberant nature.”

You can’t help but laugh at Tech being Tech, which results in mixed reactions at the other end of the call. Rex inhales deep - the air quietly seeping through his nostrils on the exhale. “We’re, uh- we’re gonna have a baby.” His lit up eyes drop to his boots and he’s smirking at his feet as soon as the words leave his lips. You watch as the multiple pair of eyes widen with smiles creeping their way onto each member of the squad’s faces, but the first person to audibly respond is Tech - his focus not lifting from the device held in his hands.

“Are you certain?” All heads snap in Tech’s direction to where he’s leaned forward in the pilot’s seat, elbows resting on his thighs, continuing to tap away at the datapad. Smacking his bother’s knee, Echo squints at Tech and shakes his head.

“Yes, Tech,” you giggle as your hand releases from Rex’s and moves to rest against the beginnings of your baby bump, though you’re unsure if they are able to see either one of you from the chest down. “The bun has been confirmed as baking in the oven. We risked a brief visit to the local med center here, so, we’re certain.”

“Well then.” Tech’s brows lift above the rim of his goggles as he readjusts the spectacles with a finger pushing between them. “Felicitations to you both. That is quite extraordinary news. It seems that I was correct in-”

“That’s so wonderful!” Omega exclaims with the largest grin - hopping off the GNK and clapping her hands excitedly as she approaches you. “When are you getting the baby? Are we going to see the baby when we meet them at the rendezvous, Hunter?”

“Of course you're going to see the baby, Omega,” you answer softly for Hunter, giving him a quick smile and nod, saving him from having to explain. “It won’t be for quite a few months, though. Not until after the baby is born.” Omega’s brows pinch together in confusion, and you cautiously elaborate, unsure of what she already knows as far as what the natural-born process entails. “The baby has to grow inside of me first, and that takes a little while.”

"Inside of you?" Her curiosity is absolutely adorable. She turns to her brothers - soft eyes flickering to each one of them.

"You see, Omega, when-"

"Uh, Tech?" Rex clears his throat, and the intelligent trooper is quick to get the hint - closing his mouth and resuming to silently tap at the datapad. Echo is next to chime in, and he’s smiling like a fool, eyes wide.

“You’re gonna be a dad, eh? Wow... that’s- that’s just incredible, brother.”

“I’m gonna be an uncle!” Wrecker very loudly exclaims, and Omega and you share giggles at his enthusiasm.

“Technically, Wrecker, we are all going to be ‘uncles’ since Rex is our brother, genetically speaking. Therefore, any offspring he may produce would be considered as our nieces and nephews. That is how the nat-borns conduct their family trees.” Tech punctuates his statement with a sure nod - speaking with his finger raised in the air so as to draw attention to his point.

You’re so lost in the way Rex’s eyes continue to positively sparkle with pride and adoration as his brothers and Omega shower the two of you with congratulatory praises that you’re forgetting to respond to all of them.

“We appreciate it, everyone,” you say with an ear-to-ear grin - beaming at Rex.

“We’ll see you all soon,” Rex concludes, “Stay safe out there.”

The holo vanishes as the transmission disconnects, leaving the squad on board the Marauder to go over some more details of their next objective as well as to process the news.

“So...” Wrecker turns around and leads Gonky back to where he was benching the power droid before the call. “What do ya think Rex is gonna do?”

Hunter raises the brow bordered with dark ink. “What do you mean?”

“Are they going to keep this up, now that they’re going to have a kid? You know, the missions and stuff?”

“We have Omega,” Tech inputs matter-of-factly as he prepares the ship for exit from hyperspace. “And we are managing just fine, barring our dwindling ration supply.” Omega smiles sheepishly, but nods with confidence.

“Rex is a good man.” Echo swivels his seat around and sits up straight, meeting the four pair of eyes now gazing back at him. “Always tried to do what was best for his men, his brothers, and still does, even if it's beyond his control or out of his hands. Now that Rex is... free,” Echo puts the most stress into that word as it’s spoken - glancing down at his feet and chewing the inside of his cheek before continuing, “He’s in control of his life, and is able to choose his own path. And that path will lead to what’s best for his family.”

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luimagines · 3 years

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This is my third time sending this ask because tumblr keeps saying it didn't go through- so if you've seen this already just ignore it but could you do a short headcanon list on how they would react if you held their hand- could be platonic or romantic whichever is easier to write

Masterlist

Sorry that Tumblr kept eating your asks. But this was first time I saw it so I'm glad you didn't give up.

Handholding headcanons!

I think I'll do a bit of both platonic and romantic just because I can.

Content under the cut!

Time

Platonic

It you were to grab his hand out of the blue, he’d be startled at first and almost pull his hand back on instinct.

He sees you and then he calms down even if he’s more confused than before.

He doesn’t know what the next course of action is and he doesn’t want to cause a scene or hurt your feelings by asking you to let him go.

He will ask you to let go eventually though

So it’s best to make it short and sweet at first and probably get to point of catching his attention since you certainly have it now.

But if you happen to make a habit of just taking his hand out of the blue then he lets you hold on to him for as long as you need.

He grows resigned to it and just lets you get it out of your system until you move on to the next team member.

He does feel a little better in the idea that you trust him by the end of the day though.

Even if he’s not sure why you like hold his hand in particular, he doesn’t want to put any strain on your relationship especially since he’s let it go on for as long as he has.

Besides, the adventure won’t last forever, he tells himself, it’s not doing any harm either.

He takes on an father figure/ older brother approach when you hold his hand by now and just uses it to keep you in line with the boys or out of their natural crosshairs of chaos.

Romantic

If you were to hold his hand out of the blue, he wouldn’t hesitate to hold yours back, even giving a little squeeze to reassure himself of your presence.

He likes to hold your hand and walk by your side as quiet way to show you his affection both in private and in public.

He’s a man of little words but he never wants you to doubt his devotion to you.

He doesn’t outwardly react when you grab him.

But his heart never fails to swell in general contentment when you show, even in the little things that you want to be by his side.

After a few minutes of initial contact, he’d grin a little to himself and begin to swing your hands back and forth in time with your steps.

If the boys try to say anything then he’s quick to silence them with his a simple glance over his shoulder at them.

Not that he had to be angry or anything but the boys don’t want to potentially push him that far with their teasing...

The whole... poke the bear and run the hills when it moves sort of thing.... It’s a giant game of chicken that they lose every time.

He’d hold your hand forever if you’d let him, even if he knows he can’t feasibly do so and keep his image of stoic leader of the Heroes of Courage at the same time.

It helps ground him.

Wind

Platonic

If you were to grab his hand out of the blue, he’d hold your back no problem.

It’s something his sister does a lot back home so it’s nice for him to have little reminder even if your hands are nothing like hers.

He’d take it in stride and swing them back and forth with no hesitation at all.

As long as it’s clear to him that you’re holding him out of want to be friendly, he takes turns with you throughout the journey for who grabs whos hand first.

If he at all gets the impression however, that it’s because the youngest and it’s to keep him close, he would yank his hands away from yours and stomp away from you with a few harsh words on his tongue about how he doesn’t need to be babied.

It depends on your status and previous encounters with him for this and how he thinks you view him.

Even if the negative encounter happens and he see later on that it wasn’t to hold him back, he’d grab your hand instead.

A silent memo that he’s ok with it and he’s sorry for pushing you away the first time.

He’s more inclined to grab onto a persons arm if he’s familiar with them instead of grabbing their hand but since you’ve grabbed onto his hand first, he’s willing to meet you where you stand for quiet affection.

But he likes the idea of holding hands as he travels, mostly because it reminds him that’s not alone on this adventure.

And if it helps him think that he’s got nothing to prove to the others when he allows himself a small comfort, that’s for him to know.

Romantic

If you were to grab his hand out of the blue, he’d instantly start blushing.

Full on- tomato red, all the way to the tips of his ears and down to his neck.

He gets shy and quiet and laces his finger with yours but he has a trouble making eye contact.

Part of him wants to push you away because he immediately gets teased by the other boys but depending on your reaction- he either sticks his tongue out and squeezes your hand tighter or just starts swearing like the sailor he is for embarrassing you.

Because so help him, if they make you feel uncomfortable enough to let go of him first, then he’s going to prank all of them until they leave you alone.

He’s very quick to push aside his own discomfort at their words and instead fight for your honor.

Because it was clearly something you wanted to do but the others would have shot you down and made you feel self conscious and doubtful

And that won’t stand.

He thinks it’s one of the sweet things anyone would want from him.

A lot of Wind is loud and expressive and eye catching, so something small and quiet and mostly hidden catches him off guard.

It send his heart into a spiral and even when you’re not holding onto him, he can sometimes still feel your phantom touch.

He tries to compare the emotions of the thrill of holding his sword versus the thrill of holding your hand.

And... he begins to think that what he once thought was irreplaceable, can very quickly be put on the back burner if you’re willing to stay by his side.

Twilight

Platonic

If you were to grab his hand out of the blue, he’d be startled at first and probably ask you out loud what you thought you were doing, but he’d be more amused about it- than say- Time or Legend.

He’d raise his eyebrow and let you hold onto him for a moment without grabbing you back as you explain yourself.

If you say you just felt like it then he’d just let you hold onto him without putting up much of a fight

All the kids from his village would more or less hang off of him so he’s pretty used to it. (Wind does it too so he’s accepted his fate)

If he gets the impression that you’re afraid or uncomfortable and that’s why you’ve reach out to him- then he’ll hold your hand back.

He’s has a strong grip and it’s warm and comforting with seasoned, robust calluses from years of farm work.

He’s not the kind of person to let go first in this situation and while gladly hold your hand to ground you and make sure you feel better about the situation no matter what is happening.

It’s his older brother instinct.

He won’t exactly be the most comfortable with it (he’d probably feel better if you let him wrap his arm around your shoulders instead) but he’d do it.

Mostly because he doesn’t like the reminiscent feeling of something latched onto his hand and/or wrist.

Romantic

If you were to grab his hand out of the blue, this boy would get the giddiest and most boyish smile just smack dab on the middle of his face.

He doesn’t hesitate to hold your hand back even if that little phantom feeling returns.

The fact that you’re so quick to lace your fingers together helps change the way the little phantom feeling appears.

It changes from cold, unforgiving steel to warm gentle and caring fingers.

He tries to memorize how your hand feels in his whenever he has to chance.

He’d periodically squeeze your hand as you walk together or even if you’re just chilling and holding each other.

He likes to remind himself that you’re there and that you’re real.

He’s not the kind to talk about his partner excessively in public or be fond of PDA but he’ll hold your hand- keep you close- let the world know that you’re taken- and with him.

Admittedly, it’s a little possessive but if he were to be confronted about it (not that he gives off that vibe, it’s just the thoughts in his head) he’d blame the wolfish need to protect and claim the mate.

This poor boy is too self conscious and raised with country charm and manners to do anything else while in public.

Wild

Platonic

If you were to grab his hand of the blue then he’ll send a confident grin, take his hand out of yours and wrap his arm around your shoulders instead.

He’s a bit touchy with his personal space even if he has no problem invading your own.

You’d probably get a better reaction if you asked him first.

But if you’re closer friends with him, he’d actually be the one to grab to you

So it’s less likely that you’d be the one grabbing his hand and instead he’d be the one to drag along to whatever he plans on doing next.

Instead of grabbing his hand, it would be easier to get away with grabbing his arm or wrapping it with your own.

Or wrapping your own arm around his shoulders.

But grabbing his hand is a level of intimacy that he’s a little afraid to give to others.

Not to mention that he’s done a lot of fighting and still needs to fight at any moments notice, so he’s going to need his hands free.

He does appreciate it though, it’ll just a while (and more people than just you) for him to get used to it again.

Romantic

If you grabbed his hand out of the blue, you’re never getting it back.

Although he’s not all too comfortable with hand holding, you’re the exception and he doesn’t plan on letting you go any time soon.

He’d seek out your hand almost the entire time you’re together, just to hold onto you.

It helps ground him, lets him know that you’re there to support him whenever he might need it.

If he gets sucked into a memory, he likes to come back with your hand in his.

It doesn’t happen all that often because it’s not something he’s told you but he always hopes you’re nearby.

One the occasion that you reach for his hand first, he’d still for a moment before relaxing completely, lacing your fingers together out of habit and smiling contently as you walk.

Wild is the kind of person that would hold your hand in his sleep, or while you sleep and is genuinely intrigued by the intricacy of your fingers.

He’d play with your hands constantly.

He finds it calming and relaxing.

Sky

Platonic

If you were to grab his hand out of the blue, he grin and hold it back with a small swing between you two before returning his attention to where it was before.

Hand holding is natural up on Skyloft so it’s not worth paying much attention to between friends.

It’s a simple form of affection that is shared by all people so Sky is glad that you consider him a close enough friend to hold his hand.

He doesn’t pay much attention to it actually.

It’s a familiar feeling that reminds him of companionship and it helps stabilize the subconscious feeling of uncertainty.

If you do it first, it give Sky to ok to search out your hand when ever he feel like.

You’d typically be holding hands whenever you’re paired off together.

It may lead to a conversation between some other people (either in the group) or some town you’d be visiting about how you’re just friends

After the indicial conversation about how’s there nothing between you two, by some well meaning (or judgmental) individual, Sky will be a little more self aware about it.

But if you don’t mind it, then Sky won’t worry about it too much.

Romantic

If you were to grab his hand out of the blue, he’d get a bit red in the face and a little shy but he’d be the guy to pull your hand up and place a quick to your knuckles before any one notices.

Sky is so happy to be with you that holding your hand is a constant occurrence.

It’ll almost be as if you two are connected at the hip instead of your hands.

Because of this, no one questions who either of you would be paired off with when the group needs to split up.

Occasionally Sky or you will choose a different partner for the day or for the necessary occasion.

But it’s typically you two against the world.

Sky is very fond of hand kisses so expect a lot of those when you’re next to him.

He’s also inclined to play with your hands in whatever down time you may have.

When you grab Sky’s hand, he always pulls you a little closer to him.

He gets a little conflicted about holding your hand and wanting to hug you flush against himself but he really enjoys having you close

Warrior

Platonic

If you were grab his hand out of the blue, he’d stall and look at you and seeing that it’s just you, would smile back simple let it happen.

It’s not going to be a big deal to him if it’s you or any one else of the chain.

(Mask and Wind may have gotten him used to being clung to during the War- it’s the care taker in him)

He won’t mention it if you won’t.

There’s no reason to make it weird and sometimes people just need to be held.

That being said, he prefer it if you asked first- but he’s not going to make a fuss about it if you don’t... just common curtesy, you know?

He might actually forget that you’re holding hands for a time until you either let go or he need his hand back and has to take it away.

As long as there’s no immediate treats nearby, he’d hold you hand for as long as you need.

He might actually offer it to you if he sees that’s you’re afraid or upset during travel or spooky dungeon crawls.

One of the more chill people to hold hands with, seeing as he’s more or less been conditioned as an older brother to the point where he’s gotten used to it no matter the circumstance

Romantic

If you were to grab his hand out of the blue, he would instantly lace your fingers together and would be grinning like a fool for the next hour or so.

He’s a bit hesitant with anything grandiose as romantic gestures (for reasons having to do with a crazy dark sorceress-) so something small and subtle just hits him right in his heart.

He’s going to want to be by your side all the time, hand holding or otherwise just so you’re with his line of sight.

Warrior won’t typically be the one to reach for your hand first

He’s shy and doesn’t want to over step any boundaries you may have by invading your personal space (kinda the opposite to Wild in this regard)

That being said, this is mostly when you’re both in public or among friends.

In private he’s a little less self conscious about how others might perceive him.

He definitely reach for you while he sleeps though so try to stay on the same side every night or he might just grab someone else from the group.

Instead of kissing your knuckles this guy is the kind of person to kiss your palm or the inside of your wrist if he’s feeling a little more bold than usual.

For all his bravado, Warrior is very self conscious about his actions and appearance because all eyes are typically on him- so you holding his hand without expecting anything else hits the bulls eye.

Hyrule

Platonic

If you were to grab his hand out of the blue, he’d laugh and squeeze your hand a little bit before happily swinging it back and forth.

He won’t think much of it.

He’d also have no problems grabbing your own hand from time to time even if you don’t reach out to him first.

He’d grab your hand to drag you on whatever side adventure he feels like going on.

He’d hold your hand to keep you close when you’re alone in a dungeon together.

He’d hold you hand when he’s freaked out or when you’re freaked out.

He just likes holding the people he cares about close, whether it’s you or any member of the chain.

Like Sky, he doesn’t see an issue with it and has little to no issues with his personal space- it’s a pretty small bubble actually.

Hands are a special sort of connection for Hyrule because it’s where a lot of his magic flows out of.

Since it’s a pivotal point of his perception of the world around him, he takes comfort in being able to read others by his touch alone and how they might be feeling at the time.

Romantic

If you were to grab his hand out of the blue, Hyrule might not even notice it in the beginning.

He’d typically be holding onto you one way or another, and there’s always something going on right by his finger tips.

But by the time he notices that you’re holding hands, he’d smile and bashfully look at them for a minute or two before returning his attention to where it was prior.

It makes him happy in a fluttery sense that he can only compare to the moments when he takes flight in his fairy form.

He finds it warm and it flows all through his arm and chest and body- to where it feels like he’s been completely encompassed by a sense of safety and acceptance.

He would eventually find himself seeking your hand and your presence even if you’re no longer net to him for whatever reason.

He just begins to reach out next to him subconsciously expecting you to be there only for his heart to come crashing down when you’re not there.

Even if you’re not holding hands, he wants to have some connection to you.

An arm around your shoulders, around your waist, a hand playing with your hair, with the fringes of your clothes...

He might just hold onto the straps of your bags when you’re wearing them if you don’t want to hold his hand.

Hyrule doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable with his constant presence- but he’s clingy.

Four

Platonic

If you were to grab his hand out of the blue, Four would naturally be startled enough to ask what’s up.

If you say that you just wanted to hold his hand, he’d be little confused as to why did you choose him but he’s not going to make a scene over something as simple as hand holding.

Even if there’s a day where he doesn’t want it.

Red does the same thing all the time when they’re split so you’ve got someone in your corner supporting you when it comes to spontaneous hand holding.

And the minish have never been shy about handholding anyway so they tend to grab and drag him around all the time as well.

It may not be the way he’d show his friendship but he supposes everyone is different and he likes being your friend.

It’s not a strict boundary that you’re crossing while you do this, so he lets it slide.

Like Legend, the more you do it though, the more he grows comfortable with it and grows to anticipate it and even prefer it when it comes to you.

He likes holding your hand as you travel when it gets to that point and he begins to search for your hand almost as much as you’d search for his.

It’s a quiet form of acceptance that Four appreciates from you and your friendship.

It’s not much but Four is the kind of person to enjoy the little things and he finds it to be a simple thing his overloaded brain can focus on on the louder days.

Romantic

If you were to grab his hand out of the blue, this dude will be so happy. I’m talking instant pep in his step- borderline skipping down the trail you’re on.

He’s more likely to play with your hands than you are to play with his when you’re not traveling for the day.

His hands are covered with calluses and miniscule scars so he’s captivated by the lack of such on your own.

Four, like many others of the chain, tends to seek your hand out even when he’s asleep.

He’d rather hold your hand than put his arm around your waist.

He’d also be the kind of guy that fidgets a lot- so if you’re holding hands be aware that he’s going to squeeze your hand a lot, brush over your knuckles, your wrist and your palm

He’d give your fingers individual attention, pulling gently on your skin, bending them, gently twisting and watching them move

Four’s favorite time to hold your hand however is when it’s late at night, and everyone is quiet and on the cusp of sleep and maybe you’re asleep too, but it’s then when he’d play with your hand and gently brush his fingertips across your skin as he drifts off to sleep as well.

He’s very hands on

It’s very quiet and sweet, he loves it.

Legend

Platonic

If were to grab his hand out of the blue, he would definitely rip it out of your hold out of sheer awkwardness.

Especially near the beginning when you first join the group.

It would take you a few tries to get it to stick where he gives up on it.

Later on, once he’s grown used to it, he just lets you do what you want.

Whether that be play with his hand, just hold it or swing it around.

As long as you don’t try to play with or take off his rings he’s fine.

He’s pretty tolerant of it afterwards but it can easily blamed on the notion tat he’s come to expect it from you and know that you wouldn’t have given up otherwise.

It’s almost like a kill them with kindness scenario but with personal space and simple affectionate gestures instead.

It helps when Hyrule catches wind of your spontaneous hand holding and joins the cause.

So Legend has his hands full most of the time when you travel.

Literally.

It’s a good thing he has to two of them.

Romantic

If you were to grab his hand out of the blue, then he’d be a shy and stuttering mess for the entire time and even up to an hour after you’ve stopped holding onto him.

He’s a softly on the inside and he can’t help it.

But he also isn’t use to simple affection- especially since he’s on his own more often than not.

He wants to keep a loner attitude and how he doesn’t need anyone next to him. It’s why he’d shrug you off if you weren’t as close as you are.

But hand holding is a universal simple sign of ‘Hey, I want you next to me, I want to be next to you. And he doesn’t know how to properly articulate a response, let alone how to manage the emotions that come with it.

So he goes all red and blushy from the tips of his ears all the way down to his chest but he holds your hand back with a soft smile and squeezes you gently.

It’s a shame he can’t quite look you in the eyes as it happens.

He gets really shy.

He’s under the impression that he shouldn’t quite enjoy it as much as he wants to... not if he’ll eventually lose it. Because he loses everything. And he’s not sure if he’s willing to suffer through the heart break afterwards even if it feel all soft and warm to hold you now.

It’s up to you to prove him otherwise and with enough time and patience, he’ll come around to accepting simple affection from more than just the friends around him.

He’ll fully allow himself to be encompassed by your relationship and what it means to love someone with his whole mind, body, heart and soul.

#linked universe x reader #linkeduniverse #the lists are a bit short #but I'm hoping that the fact that I did platonic and romantic in one go would kind of negate their length #also for including al the boys in one go #this one was actually a little harder than i thought it was going to be #for some of them anyway #linked universe

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Hi! Can you do a Brook x F! Reader, with a jealous Brook because she likes to spend a lot of time with Usopp and Franky because she's a scientist?

I hope that it makes sense, I can't speak and write english very well but I still try to learn it. I love your posts!! <3

authors note: hello <3 aw , thank you for all the love ! xoxo , and your english is amazing .. keep doing Your best <33 anywho , please enjoy ^^ xoxo

Jealous! Brook x F! Reader

“Y/n-san~! I-“ Brook happily walked into your room before stopping, taken aback by how empty it was. Where had you run off to? I mean, you were often busy and Brook respected that, of course! But you had promised to let Brook perform a new song for you… Had you forgotten, perhaps? He couldn’t help but frown. Ah, well…! I suppose he could search for you. After all, he composed this new tune just for you.

Brook wandered almost aimlessly around The Sunny, humming melodies in his lonesomeness. The Sunny was full of life as always, the loud rumble of laughs and shouting filling the ship deck. It had everybody! Well, almost. The crew was missing Usopp, Franky and…. You! That wasn’t anything out of the ordinary, really. Even as Brook was still rather new to the crew, he was quick to catch on to the closeness you shared with the two men. One could assume it was only out of mutual skills but according to the other shipmates it was more then that.

Brook couldn’t help but rattle that thought around the hollow cave of his skull. More as in what? Friends? Ah, yes! Had to be, right? Or perhaps... Gasp! Were you... involved with them? Not one...but both? Kya! Brook would be red in the face... if only he had one! The thought of you being romantic with either of them was odd... It was rather lovely to fantasize about you in certain situations but Brook’s heart outweighed his perversion. Boy, it sure did.

Was it because they had beating hearts? Brook got insecure over himself more then one would like to admit. But can you blame him? After being alone for decade after decade, he got awfully attached to his new crew, especially you.

You were one of the few that didn’t shy away from him within the beginning. The way you gazed at Brook with genuine interest through the fog of Thriller Bark made it impossible for his dim soul to blossom outward, reconnecting to the clutches of love. Even if those looks you gave him were only from a scientific stand point, they still meant the very most to him. Part of him could only hope you had sincere adorition behind your beautiful eyes.

Brook slithered his way away from the deck, not wanting to be roped into any shenanigans. Not that it didn’t sound fun! Trust me, this man was frowning as he had to turn his back on his eager captain. But Brook was on a mission, a mission of… love? Ah, yes! One of love, certainly! Not that you’d be able to know once he did find you. It was a mission of love to Brook and him alone. He was content with you being unknowing of his love. The probability of you viewing him in the same manner was low. So painfully low.

What did a skeleton have to offer a woman? An alive human woman? Its not like Brook could quickly woo you, not at all. You were always surrounded by handsome men, kind ones as well! A sweet soul was what was most important in a being, right? Brook wanted to believe you would hear him out, that you potentially could look past his eccentric appearance but alas, he could not. You probably just viewed him as a pervert, didn’t you? That would be no good…

It didn’t take long for Brook to reach the workshop, simply looming against the door frame, peering to see what you three were up to. Usopp had his tongue sticking out in concentration, tinkering with a new baton for Nami, perhaps. And Franky was in his full exhibitionist glory, preparing a few mishaps he had upon his wide arms. Perhaps you didnt mind perverts, if you felt comfortable enough to be around a half naked man 24/7! Oh, Brook could only hope.

And there you were, in your constant glimmer of beauty. Even with your hair tangled in a ponytail, goggles on, you looked absolutely enchanting. Like a princess.

“Y/n-san,” Brook said happily as he strided right on into the room. He eagerly awaited your reply, only to be met with nothing. You just didn’t hear him, right? You weren’t ignoring him, were you? Or maybe… you learnt of his feelings! Gasp! Brook’s heart would shatter into two… if only he had one! He couldn’t help but frown as he repeated himself.

And finally, your eyes landed upon the musician. You gave him such a cute smile, one that made Brook nearly squeal out loud. You pushed the safety goggles up from your eyes, showing the skeleton the rest of your face. No, you weren’t a princess… A goddess! You were a goddess! “Hey, Brook.” You hummed, setting aside your equipment. “Is there anything I can help you with?” You asked, giving Brook that smile. That smile that made him feel far too full of love… too cute!

Franky and Usopp shared knowing glances, a huge and cheeky grin pinned on the cyborgs face. Franky wasn’t born yesterday, he can tell what it means to crush and he could definitely tell for the love you and Brook shared for each other. Now, Franky may be an eccentric but the man is smart! Socially, that is...

“Oh-! Why, I just finished a new song a while ago and figured Y/n-san would want to be the first to hear it,” the older man chimed, tipping his top hat ever so slightly. You looked up at Brook, processing his words. The way your face went red in shame was too quick for the musician to process.

“Damn..! Sorry, I totally forgot I was supposed to meet you in my room… I just had a—“ You were quickly cut off by a booming laugh. “I got it, Y/n! Go have a suuuper time with your man!” Franky couldn’t help but snicker as he said such a thing so loudly, more then fully exposing the things you had told him in private about the other man. Your already blushing face was further consumed by an embarrassed flush. Damn it, why did that moron have to say that?

Brook stood there dumbfounded at Franky’s words. Her man? Y/n’s man? Is- is that how everybody saw the two of you? Perhaps there was hope for Brook and his everlasting love for you. Was Franky merely pulling your leg or did you share the affections that Brook felt for you? Brook followed you outward of the workshop, taking further action in the blush that your cheeks carried. You were so cute, so fascinating. He was a sucker for your reactions and expressions. No matter what, Brook found you endearing. Even as you scolded him for his pervy nature or your face crinkled in the most unappealing way as you cried, Brook would always find you to be beautiful. You were the embodiment of grace.

“I don’t mind if you think of me that way, Y/n,” Brook spoke up, his usual emthused tone hushed. “I’d be blushing…. That is, if I had a face.” Ugh, of course he had to slide in a pun… he couldn’t help himself, could he?

Even as Brook said such a crappy joke, your blush didn’t cease. Not in the slightest, no. You fidgeted anxiously, subtly rocking back and fourth on your heels.

“Is— is that so?” you murmured, doing your upmost best to seem composed, keeping your emotions under wraps. Your flustered state worsened as purely bone digits dropped upon your shoulders, scaling upon the creases of your shirt. “Of course, Y/n, my sweet.” The skeleton hummed joyously. “Now, how about I go play my new song for you?”

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Arab Character Joining Corrupt Superheroes, Police Parallels

Anonymous asked:

I’m writing a story with a Arabian diaspora main character. The story is about corrupt superheroes, and how they affect an oppressed superpowered minority. The main character is one of these superheroes, naively joining them in his teens believing he’s going to help people. Doesn’t help that his parents are having money trouble. Eventually he ends up fighting a superpowered crook, and gets a bystander killed.

1)I know portraying an Arabian character committing violence is a pretty touchy subject, even if accidental. Is there any way I can write this that makes it clear to the reader that the action itself is messed up without the unfortunate implication that Arabs are violent?

2)A large part of the story is the MC’s parents reaction. They are loving parents, however after this incident happens, they are confused and ashamed. While they still love him, they temporarily cut ties with him. Eventually they reconcile and start to be a family again. In my research (they are diaspora Saudi Arabians), Family is very important and tight-nit. Shame towards the family is to be avoided at all costs. However I’ve also read that disowning a family member rarely ever happens. Is there a way to write this kind of narrative with respect to this aspect of Arabian culture?

Let us begin with some terminology.

- If a person is from Saudi Arabia, they are Saudi Arabian, or more commonly, Saudi. This is their nationality.

- They may or may not be Arab. Arab is an ethnicity. Not all Saudis are Arab. Not all Arabs are Saudi.

- Arabic is a language. Lots of people across the world who are neither Saudi nor Arab speak Arabic.

- Arabian on its own is a word used to refer to a specific breed of horses.

If you are referring to humans, you want to either say "Saudi Arabian" (both words) or “Saudi” to indicate nationality, or "Arab" to indicate ethnicity. If you’re looking to describe your character’s culture, you probably want to call it Saudi culture. (While grammatically correct, talking about “Arab culture” doesn’t make much sense because Arabs are an incredibly diverse ethnic group and there is no such thing as a single monolithic Arab culture).

Now for the first question. In my mind, the issue is less about the character committing violence, and more about the premise of the story and how it mirrors real-life oppressive structures. You have an organized group of superheroes who think they are doing good by fighting “crooks” but in reality are enacting systemic oppression upon a marginalized group. This immediately brings to mind police violence, racial profiling, and the way that policing in North America is used as a tool of white supremacy while glorified in propaganda as a force for good. Essentially, you are telling a story about a character who joins an oppressive policing force, enacts violence upon a marginalized group as a result, and (I’m assuming) eventually realizes that they are not, in fact, the good guys. This is very close to being a “bigoted character learns not to be bigoted” story. I recommend re-examining your premise in light of the real-life parallels and asking yourself whether this is the story you want to tell.

The issue is compounded by the fact that your character is an Arab teen, who in real life is more likely to be the one facing racial profiling from the police. Taking this character and making him the oppressor in your story makes the already flawed premise even more problematic, especially if the characters in the oppressed group are white.

As for your second question, it seems believable to me that a teen’s parents might reject him if they learned that he committed a crime. However, when the family in question is Arab, you are suddenly feeding into harmful tropes about oppressive and violent Arab parents. You are asking if there is a way to write this respectfully. I believe that there is, but it requires a great deal of care, nuance, and cultural awareness. While it is possible to write a Saudi Arab character grappling with the consequences of violence and familial estrangement in a compelling way, the way your ask is phrased leads me to believe you are not equipped to do it justice.

- Mod Niki

Think about why Arab people committing violence is a touchy subject, and then think about the general propaganda narrative that came about from the act that made things so touchy.

It’s going to sound one hell of a lot like what you have here.

Military and police use buckets and buckets of propaganda to continue hooking in young, impressionable teens to commit state-sanctioned colonialism and oppression. That propaganda looks suspiciously like “we have health insurance, we will pay for your education, you just have to do what we tell you even if that means hurting or killing others, but it’s okay because you get to be the hero in the situation.”

Now, propaganda is a very powerful tool. I was taught, in my media classes, that controlling the message means shaping reality. The media is built as a propaganda machine, and when you start to see who owns what media properties you start to see some really disturbing patterns (Rubert Murdoch owns a lot of right-wing sources across America, the UK, and Australia, and he’s too rich to investigate his culpability in spinning terrible narratives found in right-wing publications. He owns the big names).

As Niki said, this situation mirrors police violence and police-sanctioned terrorism. And the very, very unfortunate implications of making the target of police violence be in that wheel. But I want you to look at the media situation that has made the plot happen.

Because even if you swapped out ethnicities, you’d still have a reckoning to do with the American culture that their primary social safety nets involve killing people.

I am not kidding.

Some of the most well-funded unions in the country are police unions. These people have pensions. They have health insurance. It’s damn near impossible to fire them. They get overtime very well mandated, and it’s a known thing among defence lawyers that arrests happen right before a cop’s shift will end so they get the overtime of filing the paperwork. They absolutely go into poor neighbourhoods and recruit based off people needing an escape, and them having the money to provide it.

A similar sentiment is true for the military, except they push for college education a bit more and don’t really have overtime, but they do have deployment bonuses. So the way to get extra pay for yourself is to go out and do colonialism outside the borders. The military doesn’t necessarily like it when the economy is doing well, and don’t like the idea of college being affordable, because they rely so heavily on poverty and fear of college debt to recruit.

The story you’re telling here goes so far beyond an individual’s actions and instead taps into America’s single biggest cultural investment: that oppressing others makes you a hero.

The Pentagon funds most military media out there as a propaganda tool, including most superhero movies and a large number of video games. This is in their budget. They will also go so far as to literally commission the games to exist. Part of getting that funding is you cannot critique America’s military, basically at all (the only exception I’ve seen is Ms Marvel, but that’s set in the 90s). This turns any sort of military-using media into a potential propaganda tool.

And the thing is? Even if you fall for that propaganda and were part of the military or the police, you still have to reckon with the fact you put whatever your own desires were above a huge track record of those groups being terrible. You still have to reckon with the fact you didn’t realize they were wrong, and were complicit in a lot of crimes.

This goes very far beyond “the action is terrible” and goes into “the system is rotten to its core, and you chose not to believe it, or to believe you could change what was built with blood.”

“Good” police officers get fired. If you try to question anything, if you try to say this action is wrong, you will absolutely get destroyed. Military’s much the same. You need some degree of buy-in to the concept of white supremacy to sign up for the military or the police, because you need to see their actions as not deal breakers instead of actions that violate multiple international laws.

In short: you need to see the people being oppressed as deserving of being oppressed to some degree in order to participate with police and the military.

Marginalized people can hold this belief, it happens. But that is a very sticky situation that outsiders shouldn’t touch.

It’s possible but difficult for you to write a white person having this sort of arc, but it would be extremely challenging to have it not come across as a white guilt story. To not have a socially aware audience roll their eyes at how long it took. You’d definitely not be writing a story with a diverse audience in mind, because you’d mostly appeal to those who saw the propaganda as just fine and not that bad.

This isn’t even getting into the oft-cited adage that boys who bully others become cops, while girls who bully become nurses. And the more police atrocities become mainstream news, the less and less people can convince themselves that becoming a police officer is a good thing.

Which brings me to the point of: how well-documented is this oppression? Is this character walking around in an oppressive situation like, say, pre-social-media where there was no direct access to the oppressed groups and you could close your eyes and look away even if it made national news? Or is this in a media connected world where these oppressed populations have a voice in the narrative?

The former has an angle of the character slowly realizing the horror and it’s slightly more forgivable for their early ignorance. But in any sort of world where there’s access to the people getting hurt? Things get more and more “ignorance is indistinguishable from maliciousness.” And keep in mind, these stories are read in the real world, where police brutality and war crimes go viral, and a lack of knowledge is getting harder and harder to defend as a position.

Media plays a huge role in shaping our perception of what’s happening. Cameras on a situation makes different activism tactics work, as we can see with how activism changed in the 60s and 70s as tv reached the masses. Social media has made it possible for you to look up firsthand accounts of discrimination within seconds.

This is a factor you are absolutely going to have to consider, when you want to look at how nice your hero is seen by marginalized or otherwise socially-aware people. If there is a way to find out how bad this superhero organization is before you sign a contract with them? Then that doesn’t look particularly good on the “hero”. You’d really have to establish them as super idealistic, super sheltered, super desperate, and/or just swallow the knowledge that they really don’t see anything that happens “over there to those people” as that bad.

All of the above is more than possible. And they’d still be seen as complicit no matter what justification you gave, because they are.

Does this mean all corrupt organization stories are off limits? No. The reason these stories have such deep cultural resonance right now is because of the propaganda I outlined above.

But you as the author are going to have to examine your own engagement with the propaganda narrative and do your own private reckoning so your own sense of guilt and compliance doesn’t bleed through the narrative too strongly, so you can tell a good story instead of an overt message story that’s you working out your own feelings.

By all means, write a story where police and the military are taken down, where propaganda is weaponized and the media is controlled (because that’s sure as hell the modern world).

But know that stories where the hero discovers the corruption already have a ticking clock because we, in the real world, are slowly being faced with a mountain of apathy instead of ignorance. The knowledge of oppression is out there so much that marginalized people are tired of the ignorance defence.

As the saying goes, “privilege is the ability to ignore the oppression of others.”

Propaganda, centralized media, and strategic cultural investment made it possible for police and the military to have a chokehold on their public perception. But that’s changing. The chokehold is starting to fade, people are starting to question their beliefs.

The past year has shown that knowledge isn’t the issue; it’s white supremacy. People don’t want to believe that any of this is that bad. People want to believe that oppression is justified, that if people just followed the law they’d be fine. They don’t want to question themselves. And marginalized people are tired of these narratives where, suddenly, people snap out of it. Because there was so much evidence to show it was bad, but it was only when you do one of the worst crimes imaginable that you realize this is bad? It’s only when it becomes personal that things are worth looking at critically?

No. And you need to examine where you are in processing your own complicity before writing a story where you’ve swapped around the ethnicities to try and distance yourself from the problem, where in the end you made the target the oppressor.

~Mod Lesya

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