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grapecaseschoices · 1 year

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as the time approaches us, i just wanted to say that i am IMMEDIATEY sus of anyone who does not have an F mc (mainly @ those who have an mc for each ro EXCEPT F Hauville) and/or (doubly sus) doesn’t have any F content on their blog.

as someone who's also black myself I definitely agree with the F hauville not being as popular, specially since friends to lovers seems to be quite a popular trope in if, specially when the character in question is white or ambiguously light brown/tan skinned, but the author never mentions where the character is actually from (I wish more authors put where the character is from in terms of ethnicity and nationality because the amount of white washed art/erased ethnic features in art I've seen generally in the IF community is not cute but anyways). I do have some problems with the way F and M are portrayed and treated by the author at times, specially when it comes to some of the racial stereotypes used and the portrayal of Sin, an assyrian character in Book 3 as a trapped man, but that's a point for another day. I absolutely adore Wayhaven but I do wish that F was treated better by the fandom. I think sometimes some fans kind of infantilise F and just brush them off as the sassy best friend with no other role in the story, which is kind of sad because if you actually play they're route you get to see that theres more to them than meets the eye in the same way that the other ros do.

why do i need to say more when you already said it all so well anon?

bloop! what more can i say to this? this is true facts. like i get that sometimes a lot of people ARE tired of that trope -- especially on tumblr; and people do love the angsty. But it is STILL a very popular trope for a reason. And I've seen with my own eyes how the sweet RO/best friend RO goes well over when they aren't black (and in certain circumstances, when they aren't a person of color period -- but especially when they aren't black*) that I can't fully buy that the preference argument isn't back with some racial bias. But whatever, people can make peace with themselves about it. I will remain sus.

have you been reading my brain anon? because that was going to be my NEXT bitchy/vent post. But I was like let me pace the dashes. But respect for put it all out there.

I need writers to bring back putting descriptions on their intro posts (they did it for a time but stopped) or doing a description post immediately. 1) Because of what you stated and 2) because I want to make sure I'm not wasting my time on a game that is fully white. /shrugs. I mean I guess it is good that, if they feel they can't write minoroities not to include them at all -- because as you said, I wouldn't want to invest in a story where the black and brown characters are then treated stereotypically. But that still doesn't mean that I want to read a story where the majority is white and the lone amibigously brown/East Asian RO is barely developed.

No, do go on anon. (When you feel like it that is!) I'd love to read your thoughts. I do think Sera has improved in respects of her writing of F and M as characters in the story, both in and out of their own routes. However, I do agree that the whole Sin thing did make me side-eye hard. I heard she's gotten sensitivity readers, so we shall see how that goes.

Well stated. This is, in the crux, is my frustration of the matter. That and the fact that this is STILL an issue. As I stated in my tags, I HAVE seen improvement -- but just going through the F Hauville tag shows how much F is still a general afterthought to the general tumblr fandom.

#f hauville #twc #interactive fiction #my anons are so big brained #how about yours?#grapecase answers #the wayhaven chronicles #twc meta #*now there are exceptions: leo from lure of the gallows is a very popular black best friend ro #(but from what i can recall leo isn't dark skiinned. and leo is also the ONLY one i can think of)#speaking of that infantalization is why i was hesitant to reblog that one f fanart #with the arrow #it is interesting how experience shapes one's outlook -- bc as a black person that was immediately in the forefront of my mind #like if reblogging an art where f looks younger was enabling the treatment #i ended up reblogging it bc i didnt feel anything malicious wa meant but it's a reminder of how different our fandom experience is from a #white person's.#especially re: characters that look like us #and it sucks. and its tiring #(i mean sometimes it can be joy. and i love being black and lauding black characters. but man fandom is such such an intense microcosm of #the real world. and taht can be so annoying.#especially with how some of yall engage -- smh.)

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resurekto · 2 months

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Mmmm~ Outlook~

#ukrainian art #ukrainian drawing #ukrainian tumblr #ukrart #picture #global #art #my art #ukrainian #black and white #~#Outlook #prospects #perspective

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chippersweetbaby · 2 years

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#prompto argentum #ignis scientia #prompto and ignis #lestallum #black and white #ffxv #outlook

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zloikarasik · 2 years

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greenskellyblob · 2 years

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One day I'll learn not to open notes on posts that concern my field of study and stir up people's passions

#you can get some pretty good insight into other people's understanding of things that way!#and that is great!#good to make you reevaluate your biases and notice things you take for granted!!#bad because black and white outlook is really prevalent #as well as a splattering of bad takes and misinpretation of both the field and other commentators' words #oh and the dogpiling. can't forget that.#internet truly allows people to go through high-school spats at lightning speed!#pitfalls of instant communication and inability to properly convey tone through text combine to make a frightening combo #jelly yells #other #yep. Spent more than an hour carefully reading the research paper in question and sure enough #at least a partial misunderstanding of the paper is going on there #and lo and behold it became a bandwagon

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goondah · 1 month

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Being aromantic isn't like being colourblind because you "have a narrower human experience 😢" or "you see the world in black and white 💔" or whatever but being aromantic is exactly like being colourblind because most people don't even know what it is and most people who think they do have the complete wrong idea. Because our society is not designed for people like us but no "allies" take our issues seriously. Because I'm still not even sure if people want us in their communities. Because whenever you tell someone you know you're going to be asked the same stupid questions. Because people in fandom love to use you as a cool quirk to add to characters without respecting what it actually means. Because my life would be marginally better if everyone spent just 5 minutes reading about it on google. But hey it's not all negative you also get a unique outlook on life and an appreciation for beauty outside the norm.

Signed, a colourblind aro

#aromantic #aro #colourblindness #colourblind #vent #rant #negative

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irishmammonagenda · 3 months

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MC's magic going wrong 😱😰

or right depending on ur outlook on life ig

warnings: swearing, mentions of death (extremely brief and only notioned towards), physical affection

You hadn´t thought much of it at first when you got back to the human realm. Everything went back to normal. Or as normal as it could be.

Your mother and father sobbed when they saw you, stating how they though´t you were lying in a ditch somewhere in the stretching countryside. You´d lied, told them you were away on a residency based apprenticeship, that you were sorry for worrying them. Your siblings showed signs of worry you never thought they were able to feel for you. Thus you were being babied for a month or so.

That´s when it started.

At first, it was more corvids at the bird feeder in your garden than usual. Then it was stray cats. Then inexplicable black and white feathers dusting your clothing and hair.

Your mother smiled picking out the ivory feather from the confines of your unbrushed hair, "Oh! Your guardian angel´s been watching over you!" she says playfully, an old wives´ tale, nothing too serious.

You tense for a moment, before laughing with her. "Well I´ll take it as a good sign." Stupid old wives being the smartest people.

At first it was easy to brush off.

Then your father started getting lucky, he hadn't been one to gamble persay, putting a few coins in on a bet for the horse racing or the football was a regular occurrence, sometimes he won,sometimes he didn't. The difference of a few silvers, a share bag of sweets basically, made no real strain on your belts. But now, he was winning left right and center. Winning amounts that shouldnt be possible based on the amount he input.

Though, after you woke up to cats and corvids staring at you unblinkingly, in your room, with a few flies and insects on the walls, and your bedsheets covered in feathers and scales of all colours and sizes, enough was enough.

You were going to give those nerds a piece of your mind.

After shooing the animals out, (making sure to pet the cats), you picked up a lipstick, and channeled your pact magic before drawing a circle with various symbols on the floor,

You stilled, "Ah, shit. I dunno how to do this, i mean half of those symbols are angry faces and squiggles...." but ever the theatre nerd, you improved.

"I, MC, call upon the power of my pacts with the Avatars of Hell! and, using their power; a portal to the Devildom shall open for me!"

And a portal did open for you. Unfortunately, not to the best place. As you travelled through the time pocket you ended up stumbling once you made it to the other side, the stumble turnt into a tumble turnt into a fall. Unluckily for you, the thing you fell on was toned flesh and chuckling heartily, you were in Diavolo's lap.

"It's great of you to drop by MC!" He says, his massive hands pulling you further into his frame.

You cover your face with your hands, now noticing the various other nobles in the council room who are staring at their Prince, attempting to mask the fact their jaws are going to hit the floor.

Atleast the Brothers weren't there, but Barbatos' half polite smile half smirk and Diavolo whispering various playful musings of, "Did you miss me that much little human, we missed you too.", and "Summoning a portal illegally into the Demon Lord's castle and onto the Demon Princes lap...tututut." almost made the brothers seem like a mercy....

...almost.

You couldn't tell if this was a win or a lose.

#obey me x reader #obey me shall we date #obey me imagines #obey me mc #obey me diavolo #obey me brothers #obey me #diavolo x reader #obey me crack #obey me fluff

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it-is-only-a-novel · 1 year

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Aspec symbols

So I've been trying to gather a list of aspec symbols! Old and new, widely accepted, but also more obscure. Here's my list so far, including links and explanations (in italics) where possible. I've tried also to add in the specific labels that the symbols "belong to" where relevant/possible.

Arospec:

the color green (and anything green)

white aro ring which is worn on the middle finger of the left hand link

aro flag

archery (bow & arrow)

arrows of any type

frogs they are green (this is a more general queer symbol as well) link & link

yellow roses (& yellow flowers in general, seems to be more for alloplatonic aros, since yellow represents platonic love) link

sunflowers (aroallos) aroallo flag colors link

aardvarks link

anglerfish link

manticores link

rats link

nandays and caiques link

griffins link

phoenixs link

anatomical hearts distancing ourselves from the regular outlook on love, and/or love in general may be more for loveless and/or heartless aros

<2 link

succulents green

cacti green & many do not want romantic partners and can be seen as prickly, or want to be prickly

plants in general green!!

"no romo"

hummingbirds (aroallos) link

pineapples (aroallos) link

pizza & ice cream link

kiwis link

the emojis:🫀, 🏹, ↖️, ↗️, 🌻, 💚,🍍, 🍏, 💘 explanations: link

paper crowns references jughead jones from the archie comics link

Acespec:

dragons link

cake cake is better than sex link

garlic bread

the color purple

black ace ring which is worn on the middle finger of the right hand link

ace flag

space

pirates "Ace pirates aren’t interested in your booty" link

wolves

ghosts (demisexuals) link

axolotls

denim vests

cryptids

AVEN triangle

ace cards suits: spades-aroaces, Hearts-Alloromantics, Diamonds-deamisexuals, Clubs-grey-asexuls link

the emojis: 💜, ♠️

some of these are based off this post, and this master post

Aplspec:

the colors blue & yellow in the apl flag

apples (green apples can be geared toward apls that are also aros)

blue heart 💙

bees

iridescence

apl flag

blue roses link

Blue apl ring on the thumb link

based off of this post, explanations are there.

Aspec:

aliens & robots reclaiming stereotypes about dehumanization link

Artemis goddess in Greek mythology focused on her passion for hunting. Represents finding fulfilment in other aspects of life not only sex, romance, friendship, love, and so on. Also used a bow & arrow link and also my own interpretation from reading about her

Many thanks to @merely-a-caricature, @the-big-gayheart, @heartless-aro, @arosunflower, @saffigon, @crab-in-progress, @aroace-thoughts, @apl-aro-narc, @entropy-sea-system, @dateademisexualpersonwho, @legally-x, @askanaroace, @aroace-people-are-lgtbq, @the-amber-droid-dreams, @foolishfynnesse and @itsnotasecret20 I used their posts/reblogs/comments to compile many of these symbols (and I've linked the posts). If I've missed someone, I apologize, it isn't intentional!

Last edit: 23/2/2024

I also want to add, that this post doesn't include all aspec identities, such as agender, afamilial, asensual, and more. They are important parts of the community, but I'm only informed on some, so couldn't include them.

#aro #aromantic #arospec #ace #asexual #acespec #apl #aplatonic #aplspec #aspec #aro symbols #ace symbols #apl symbols #aspec symbols #queer symbols

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doberbutts · 3 months

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I remember reading a post that men are the oppressor class so why would they bother to dismantle systemic patriarchy when they actively benefit from its existence? And as I read it, I thought, Damn, so an entire half of the population can never conceivably help us, and the people who love men in their lives are doomed. It wasn't a helpful post. It basically felt, here's some actual material analysis on feminism and said, That trying to educate and make men be part of feminism is fundamentally a flawed effort, because again, they are the oppressor class, why should they care about uplifting the oppressed?

And it made me think about this very good pamphlet I read, explaining how the white worker remained complacent for so long because at least they weren't a Black slave. And that the author theorized the reason labor movements never truly created exceptional, radical change is because of internal racism (which I find true) and failure to uplift black people. And the author listed common outlooks/approaches to this problem, and one of them was: "We should ignore the white folks entirely and hold solidarity with only other POC, and the countries in the Global South. Who needs those wishy-washy white fragile leftists who don't care about what we think or want?" (roughly paraphrased.)

And the author said, This sounds like the most leftist and radical position, but it's totally flawed because it absolves us of our responsibility to dismantle white supremacy for the sake of our fellow marginalized people, and we are basically ignoring the problem. And that blew me away because this is a position so many activists have, to just ignore the white folks and focus entirely on our own movements. I wish I knew the name of the actual pamphlet, so I could quote entire passages at you.

But I feel this is the same for men. Obviously, we should prioritize and have women-led and women-focused feminism. But saying that men are an oppressor class so they can't reliably be counted upon in feminist activism--it's such a huge oversimplification. And mainly, I'm a Muslim, and I've been treated with plenty of misogyny from Muslim men. And also plenty of misogyny from Muslim women. And I love my male friends, I want men to be part of the movement, and I dunno. Thinking about communities, movements, and the various ways we fail each other and what it means to be truly intersectional keeps me up at night.

I don't know the pamphlet you're talking about but I've read and been taught similar. There's a reason much of my anti-racism is so feminist and most of my feminism is anti-racist. Many people coming at this problem from a truly intersectional angle have seen that there is no freedom to be had without joining hands across the community. Not picking and choosing our allies based off of identity but off of behavior.

As used in a previous example, a white abled moderately wealthy man saying "wow Healthcare sucks in this country, why does this system suck so bad" should be told "hey, this system sucks so bad because it's built off of sexism, racism, classism, and ableism. You want to improve the system? Fix those things and it will be much better in the long run" and not "shut up you're a man. Healthcare is always going to be better for you". The second response doesn't fix that Healthcare is still a problem even if you are at the "top" of the privilege ladder. If we want true change, we have to dismantle the entire system at it's core and build it up without the yuck, otherwise you're gunna get to the top and realize this place sucks too.

Something something if the crabs worked together to hold each other up, they could all get out of the bucket and be free.

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lorei-writes · 2 months

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Character Thoughts: Character Design #1 - Chevalier, Gilbert, Leon

My personal outlook on the character design choices in Pri is that the primary objective of the artist behind them was to reflect personality of the suitor rather than to fit within any specific time period. As such, it becomes a question... What can be read from their looks?

Images were sourced from @acrispyapple 's blog.

Chevalier

Chevalier's colour scheme is all black and white, with subtle golden touches. It is fairly simplistic and may draw forward the image of a white tiger -- a ferocious although rare beast. It creates a frightening backdrop for any blood that may be spilled... and accurately enough, may serve as a reflection of a binary logic mindset.

Asymmetric cape allows for greater freedom of movement. The arm he draws his sword with is not going to be restrained under the weight of fabric. His boots look suitable for horse riding and the cut of his jacket, I believe, is meant to resemble military uniforms of centuries prior. Chevalier is covered from his fingertips to his very neck -- there isn't a vulnerability exposed in him. He is vigilant, he is ready to act, he is guarded. His skin will not be first to be cut, poison will not enter his system without struggle, his hand will not slip on the hilt of his sword even as it grows slick from crimson. Chevalier is a knight.

But through and through, he is also royalty. The haft at his hip could be called subtly ornate, albeit the material it's been made of makes it more so "humbly" opulent. The gold he dons speaks of riches, as does the fur at his collar. He's a commander. He is a noble. His position clearly separates him from others.

Chevalier is eye-catching. And were he involved in battle? You'd fear what you'd see. As you should.

Gilbert

Black, white and gold also follow Gilbert around. However, if in Chevalier's case it could have been argued that the split between darkness and light was even, then Gilbert is the dark itself. The rest are merely accents. They do not reveal much of his mystery, do not offer anything past sparse commentary on it... And I believe they aren't supposed to. Gilbert is the unknown. He is threatening and he is very clear about it.

The orders at his chest, the cut of the lapels, his boots -- it is hard not to see signs of Gilbert being involved with military. However, his clothes have clearly not been designed for ease of movement. They seem heavy, like he could get twisted in them at any moment and collapse, not to mention the heat. Long and heavily adorned with patterned accents, gold, they speak of might... But of that becoming of a commander, not a person who fights themselves. The cravat at his neck is yet another sign of how far removed he is from direct action. It is both a liability in combat and a sign of status.

Gloves, cane and eyepatch. Why should a person of his age need them? Surely, this question comes with simple answers... But are they quite correct? There's a dissonance there. You can see his secrets, but it does not mean they will be revealed to you. He, after all, too is guarded.

Leon

Another character dressed in black! But... Leon's is different, isn't it? It speaks of mystery, of secrets, surely, but when combined with noble gold and warm red... It is almost as if he wanted to say "I wish I could tell you, but I cannot". Even if not everything can be made clear, it is evident his actions are underlined with royal scarlet of high ideals.

Leon is a hero. You can see it in his wear -- it is much too informal to place him among the military, but it undeniably shows power and readiness to take up direct action. The guard at his shoulder may be complex, but the same cannot be said about the design of the hilt at his hip. It is simple, so much so that it begs to ask who else could wield it. If that is his weapon of choice, how far above a common knight does Leon see himself? Or... does he consider himself to be above them at all?

Based on the quality of his clothing and detail put into it alone, it is evident that Leon is not a person you may pass on the streets. However, his hands are out there, completely unprotected. And the way he wears his cape? His belts? The sash? It is utterly proper. Even if the lapels of his jacket do not follow any standards for uniforms, it is still buttoned up as it should be. Relaxed (or as relaxed as it may be for royalty), it gives him a laid-back, reliable appearance. The lion insignia clearly signifies who he is.

What are you hiding, Leon? We are at arm's length. You shine too bright... Yet you also mean us no harm.

#chevalier michel #ikepri chevalier #ikemen prince chevalier #ikepri #ikemen prince #ikemen series #leon dompteur #ikepri leon #ikemen prince leon #gilbert von obsidian #ikepri gilbert #ikemen prince gilbert

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gglitch1dd · 10 months

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The Contract - Epilogue

Context: When you broke up with Katsuki, you thought it was the end for you. No marriage. No family. No white picket fence. You had spent so much time on Katsuki and now it all just fell to the wind. But what if a certain green haired hero offered you a contract, offered you the dream life of security and happiness all for the small price of being his wife? Love wasn’t in the plan but maybe it was in the fine print.

Basically: Reader dumps Katsuki and goes for Izuku.

Main Pairing: Midoriya Izuku x Reader

Warning: Pregnant reader, cravings, katsuki clearly has a kink for reading looking pregnant but he needs to keep that to himself, Mitsuki's sense of humour

“I still don’t understand why we’re doing this. Why couldn’t we just stay at home.”

You gave him a pointed look as the two of you drove in the suburban area. Midoriya had his hands on the wheel as he talked to you in a grumpy ton. “Izuku, your mother arranged for this lovely lunch with her friends.” You reminded him, already knowing where you were heading and all the familiar looking houses on the way there.

Your husband glanced over at you with furrowed eyebrows and a frown. “Her friends. The Bakugous and the Kirishimas!” He reminded you. “May I remind you, Y/N, that both Kacchan and Eijiro are going to be there too.”

“I’m still upset Harding couldn’t make it.” You spoke with a small pout at the mention of Inko’s new boyfriend that had come into her life and quite literally nearly gave Midoriya a stroke at his very existence.

Midoriya grumbled as he held the steering wheel. “Good, at least I won’t need to keep an eye on him.” He said as he stopped at the red light.

You shook your head as you rest your hands on your lap. “You like him, Izuku. Stop grumbling.” You chastised him. ��Everything is going to be fine. We’re gonna have a nice afternoon.” You told him with an optimistic outlook on things. “All that drama was two years ago. I’m sure we can act like civil adults and move on.”

Midoriya glanced at you not convinced as the light turned green and the car went into motion again. You both knew that that was unlikely. As much as the married couple that was Kirishima and Bakugou had effectively stopped reminding you about what had happened (well more like Kirishima had and Bakugou was forced to comply), and even after the close to year that Midoriya had basically gone non-contact with Bakugou (other than work of course), there was still tension between the three men. You had mostly gotten over it, happy with your life with Midoriya, however you still noticed the tension and felt the bitterness from time to time.

Your green haired husband sighed as he tried to take on your optimism. “I really think you don’t need the stress right now.” He reminded you.

You scoffed amusedly. “Me or you?” You asked with a raised eyebrow. Your husband made a disapproving grumbling making you chuckle.

Finally, Midoriya slowed down in front of the three story house. The Bakugou residence, effectively where the lunch was happening. The sight of a large Ford Truck that was suspiciously a whole lot like Kirishima’s was parked outside as well as Bakugou’s infamous black Audi. Midoriya parked the car. The both of you sat in silence for a minute, looking at the house.

“You know, we can always go back home.”

“Izuku!” You gave him a pointed look. You then took his hands and moved them into yours. You squeezed his large scarred hands and looked at him with a serious look. “I understand putting our heads back above water is scary, I know staying under feels safer but we can do this.”

His expression softened at your analogy. He nodded his head as he tightened his hold on your hands. “I know. I’m sorry.” He apologised. He let out a deep breath. “We can do this.” He repeated after you. “Me and you…” He put a hand to the side of your face making you lean against his warm palm with a smile. He then shifted his eyes down. His pupils widened slightly. “And you...” He moved his hand down to your round stomach. “Little sprout.”

You felt a slight shift and a gentle kick to Midoriya’s hand. The action made Midoriya nearly melt in his seat. You giggled. “I still don’t understand why you call him ‘Sprout’.” You tilted your head to the side.

Your husband motioned to himself. “I am tree.” He then motioned to you. “You are soil.” Finally Midoriya motioned down to the growing little baby inside you. “That is Sprout. Simple.”

You paused as you frowned. “Are you calling me dirt?” You asked him as the pregnancy hormones started to kick in. You felt your lip start to wobbly with a pout as your eyes started to burn. You had never cried so much as you did since you found out you were pregnant. Your guess? It was the Midoriya genes.

Immediately Midoriya noticed your state. “No honey.” He shook his head genuinely as he took your hands in his. “I mean that you are literally the reason my life has meaning. You are growing our little Sprout and you are the most sexiest and prettiest woman I know.”

You sniffed as you tried to fight back the tears, not wanting to ruin your makeup. “So I’m very important sexy dirt?”

“Very important and very sexy dirt.”

You nodded your head agreeing with him. “Okay.” You took a moment to calm yourself down. “We can go now.” You assured him as you moved to get out of the car.

Once you were out Midoriya let out a sigh of relief as he slumped back in his seat for a second. Crisis three of the day, averted. The first one had happened when you had effectively tried on a dress and he said you looked like a majestic whale (you cried thinking he was calling you fat), the second one had happened when you saw the little newborn boots in the baby’s room (that one he didn’t know why you were crying there).

With that out of the way, Midoriya got out and gave you his arm as the two of you walked side by side to the front door of the Bakugou residence. Midoriya knocked on the door.

After a moment, the door opened to reveal Bakugou Mitsuki. Her face split into a huge smile. “Y/N! Izuku! Come in, come in! We were wondering where you two were.” She started as she allowed the two of you through.

Midoriya put on his winning smile. “Thanks for having us, Aunt Mitsuki.”

“Its no problem.” She waved him off before noticing your stomach. Her crimson eyes widened before letting out a loud laugh. She put her hands on her hips as she tilted her head, “Well fuck me. Inko wasn’t telling shit.” She let out humorously. “You two work fast.”

You looked up at Midoriya with a pointed glare, although it held no form of malice. He put his hands up in defence with an awkard chuckle. “That was all me.” He confessed.

It only made Mitsuki chuckle as she motioned for the two of you to follow her. “I figured.” It felt almost nostalgic following her through her home. It reminded you of all the times you would be here with Bakugou. Almost bitter sweet. You both followed her towards the back of the house. “Everyone else is outside. Takea and Masaru were just about to take the barbeque off the fire.” She let out a sigh with a roll of her eyes. She glanced back at you. “Kirishimas and their love for meat.” She let out almost annoyed making you giggle. The back sliding door was open allowing you to see the deck where everyone was.

You walked out into the sunlight, watching as Kirishima stood at the grill with another large woman that looked almost identical to him along with Masaru who wore a frilly pink apron. Bakugou stood plating the table along with a redhaired older woman and Inko standing with them holding a can of soda. One of Bakugou’s speakers was playing music at a low volume setting up a rather light mood. You tightened your grip on Midoriya and he reciprocated without hesitation.

“Oi guys! Look who finally made it.” Mitsuki let out with a smile as she motioned to the two of you.

Eyes turned to the two of you. Inko let out a happy shout as she put down her soda can and quickly went over to you. You chuckled as you accepted her into a hug. “Y/N! Look at you!” She let out loudly with giggles. She looked you over with a fond smile. “You look so beautiful. How is he treating you?” She asked putting a hand to your stomach as she stirred you away from Midoriya, not even looking at her son.

Midoriya shrugged as he threw his hands up. “Nice to see you too, Okaasan.” He said sarcastically.

She looked at him with a frown and a shush before turning back to you. You chuckled as you kept a hand over hers. “Very active but so far so good. No complaints but I am crying a lot more than I thought I would.”

“Well, that’s not surprising.” You let out a breath, already knowing the voice. You flicked your gaze to his. Rich bloody crimson looked at you as he stood up straight, folding his large arms over his chest. Surprisingly he looked a bit older than you last saw him but predominantly the same, other than the silver ring on his ring finger. He looked you up and down, not a particular emotion on his face. “Y/N.”

You put on a smile on your face. “Katsuki.”

“Don’t worry,” You turned your attention to the redheaded woman who walked over to you. She had warm golden motherly eyes that instantly made you feel safer around her. “The tears won’t stop.” She told you humorously.

You chuckled. “I don’t doubt that, Yua. It’s great to see you again.” You stated as you gave her a hug. Yua was one of Kirishima’s mothers and a very soft and caring person, although managing to be a very firm person. You admired her a lot and she was such a sweetheart.

“It’s good to see you too. It’s been too-”

“Up we go!” You let out a surprised shout as you were picked up from where you stood. The large black haired woman shook her head with a tsk. “You should be sitting, you shouldn’t be standing, pumpkin.” Takea stated as she strode over to place you down on one of the cushioned seats on the patio.

You chuckled once you were finally down and off the giant woman. You looked up at her with a smile. “Thank you, Takea.”

Kirishima Takea, another one of Kirishima’s mothers and an absolute himbo at heart. She looked like the splitting image of Eijiro other than the fact that she was a woman and her hair wasn’t dyed. She was a bit of a hardass, worked in politics and apparently owned a mining company but you always knew her as Kirishima’s fun mother who was the reason for his manliness code. She folded her arms over her chest as she gave you a sharp smile, ruby eyes glinting. “Wow, pumpkin. You look like…” She tilted her head. “Well a pumpkin. Well actually more like a dumpling. Mh… I want dumplings.” She let out with a hum looking off hungry to the side, making you chuckle. “You need anything, beautiful? I’ll make Eijiro fetch it for you.” She said nonchalantly.

Kirishima turned to Takea with furrowed eyebrows. “Hey! Why me?” He asked putting his arms out in confusion.

Before he could even open his mouth again, a hard swat went to the back of his head, forcing his head down before. Takea had a hard grip on him, as he struggled. Quickly she pulled him into a headlock and used her quirk, her whole arm crystalising into a dark like obsidian, effectively locking her son in her grip. She gave you a gentle smile, ignoring the struggles over her son. “Anything at all.”

You didn’t mind watching the scene in front of you but you put a finger to your chin. “Can I have mint ice-cream, cheese and broccoli?” You asked.

Without asking questions Takea nodded. She let go of her son just in time to allow him to stumble back and onto his ass. “Coming right up.” She assured, before turning to grab Kirishima by the ear, forcing him to stand up again. It was clear that Takea knew what had transpired between you, her son and Bakugou and part of you was now glad for it. She looked at Inko, “You put the ice-cream in the fridge, right?” She asked.

Inko nodded, having already been told by her son what your latest cravings were. “Yes. The broccoli should also be cooling on the table.”

“Great.” She placed a kiss on Inko’s forehead. “You’re great, marshmallow.” Immediately Inko turned as red as a tomato, looking at Takea with large green eyes as Takea dragged her son inside. Midoriya looked at Takea with whiplash, watching her enter the house again, clearly offended on his mother’s behalf.

Masaru walked over and put a hand on Inko’s shoulder to console her, smiling down at her sweetly. “Don’t worry, you know how Takea is. Very…” Masaru hesitated.

“Say it how it is.” Yua let out with a sigh as she folded her arms. “Knows no boundaries,”

“Or shame.” Bakugou let out casually as he pulled out a chair and sat down. Bakugou leaned back in his chair, his crimson gaze moving to Midoriya who stood there nonchalantly, looking and talking to anyone who wasn’t Bakugou Katsuki. The blond male furrowed his eyebrows slightly before letting out a light scoff. “Not greeting me, Izuku?”

Midoriya flicked his emerald eyes to Bakugou. At first he didn’t move and you didn’t know whether Midoriya would commit homicide or not. The green haired man let out a breath. “Leaving the best for last… Katsuki.” He let out. His eyes looked Bakugou up and down. “You look tired.”

“I’m married and it’s a lot of work.” Bakugou answered back automatically. “You look fat.”

“I’m married and I’m happy.” Midoriya shot right back.

You looked between the two men, flicking your gaze between them. You thought maybe it would be best to diffuse some tension. You felt a small kick to your hand making you look down at your stomach. You smiled again. “Masaru,” you spoke up. “The barbeque is smelling great, little sprout seems to agree.”

“Sprout?” Mitsuki and her son both asked with scrunched up expressions, not getting it.

Bakugou looked up at Midoriya with an unimpressed look. “You are naming your first kid… Sprout?” Takea and Kirishima had come back with him holding separate bowls of cheese, ice-cream and broccoli.

Midoriya rolled his eyes. “No, that’s his nickname. We haven’t decided a name yet.” Midoriya walked over to you slowly, deciding to stand next to you, putting a hand to your shoulder. “Since Y/N calls me a ‘tree’, that,” He pointed down to your stomach. “Is a sprout.”

Mitsuki let out a chuckle making Bakugou look over at her concerned at what she was chuckling about. He hummed with a frown. “What are you giggling about, old hag?” he asked.

Mitsuki motioned to you and then to Midoriya. She pat Takea before motioning to the two of you again. “She climbed him like a tree.” Immediately the two women started laughing. You couldn’t but giggle yourself as your husband turned slightly pink in the face.

Bakugou scowled as he let out a groan, covering his face as he wanted to die in embarrassment. Kirishima sent Takea a pointed look that reminded you of Yua. He shook his head before handing you the three separate bowls with a small smile. “Here you go, Y/N.” He spoke softly.

You smiled up at him appreciatively. “Thank you, Eijiro.” You took the broccoli and cheese and put it in the ice-cream bowl immediately making Kirishima’s eyes widen at your actions. He opened his mouth to speak but Yua put a hand on his arm and signalled to him not to question it.

Bakugou looked over to his father. He motioned over to Mitsuki who was still laughing with Takea. “Control your wife!” He voiced loudly.

Masaru sighed as he turned around away from the shenanigans. “She’s your mother.”

“You married her first!”

“I’m not bloodily related to her.”

You sat at the tree swing that was in Bakugou’s backyard. You held onto the ropes, not swinging but just enjoying everything around you. The sun was setting and you and Midoriya would be leaving soon. You looked around the garden for a second, trying to enjoy the scenery and enjoy the moment.

However, it was shortly lived as walking over to you was Bakugou Katsuki. He had his hands in his pockets as he walked over to you. He didn’t say anything at first and instead, leaned against the tree next to you. It reminded you of the times the two of you were dating and you would come out here together whenever you visited his parents. It seemed like something so far away.

You looked up at Bakugou. “You and Eijiro…�� Bakugou perked up before looking down at you. His crimson eyes didn’t hold much for you to see but their attention was on you. Whenever you were with him, they were always on you. “Does he make you happy?” You asked him innocently.

Bakugou was silent for a moment, almost thinking of a way to answer that. He let out a breath. He didn’t look at you as he looked up at the leaves of the tree. “He’s always made me happy. The stupid shitty haired idiot honestly is more like a golden retriever than a partner.” He commented making you smile softly. “But…” He sighed as he closed his eyes. He nodded his head. “We’re happy enough.” He spoke quieter.

You smiled gently. “I’m glad.” He looked down at you slightly surprised. “Your mother told me that the two of you are thinking of getting a surrogate.”

Bakugou nodded. “Yah. You and that damn nerd, along with that icy hot bastard and princess have given him baby fever.” He replied simply. Knowing him for so long you knew all the nicknames, knowing that the nerd was your husband, the icy hot bastard was Todoroki and princess would be Momo. You heard him scoff. “I don’t understand why. He knows I’m not the best with kids.”

You rolled your eyes. “Not true, Katsuki. You totally want kids. It was always about your great Dynamight Domination plan.” You said dramatically making him scoff.

“I wanted kids because I knew they would have you.” He answered simply making you pause. You looked up at him as he stared at the house for a second before looking back down at you. “You look good like that, you know.” He let out with a soft smirk on his lips. “I always wondered how you would look… like that.”

“Like a whale?” That made him let out a chuckle as he dropped his head with a laugh. You were happy the two of you were actually talking like people. You flicked your gaze over to your husband that was talking to his mother on the patio about something, her giving him a bundle of you only wished was her katsudon because nothing would taste better than that for you right now. “I saw you talk with Izuku earlier…” You started. “Please…” You flicked your eyes back up to him. “Be civil, Katsuki.” You heard him take in a deep breath and look away from you. “I know its hard, and I know you get really mean when you get upset, but please. As much as I am no longer in your life the way I was, it doesn’t mean we can not at least be friends still.”

Bakugou was silent, not wanting to look at you. “I’ll… I’ll try.” He spoke gently. “But Deku isn’t innocent either.”

“Hm, I bet.” You saw Midoriya look towards you. He motioned to you and you knew it was time to go. You carefully put a hand to your stomach and got back on your own two feet before Bakugou could react to help you. You put a hand up to him, giving him a look. “We both know I ain’t made of glass.” You threw at him making him scoff amusedly. He put his hands up in the air allowing you to waddle back over to Midoriya by yourself.

The two of you said your goodbyes as you headed to the car. Midoriya had opened the door for you allowing you to slide in. You settled into your seat and Midoriya went into the driver’s seat. It was quiet as he started the car and carefully started driving.

You glanced over at him. You shook your head with a chuckle. “You can ask me what we talked about Izuku, you don’t have to be conjuring up fifty thousand different scenarios of how to get it out of me.” You spoke amusedly.

Your husband scoffed, glancing at you. “That is not what I was thinking about.”

You glanced at him with a smirk on your face. “Okay.”

You sat in your seat counting the seconds. He didn’t even last through the first traffic light.

“So hypothetically speaking-” You let out a loud laugh at his words, knowing he would crack. At the sound of your laughter he smiled, glancing at you before shaking his head. “I don’t know how on earth you can always tell what’s on my mind.”

“We’re married, my love.” You reminded him.

He glanced back over to you. He took your one hand and gave it a squeeze, before putting a kiss to your hand. “Always are and always will be.”

-Glitch1d

THE END. This is the LAST chapter of this series. Thank you for all the love and support it got. I am going back on my haitus but all the love meant the world.

oh... and happy birthday Izuku.

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OLD DRAFT CONCEPT : " GUARD DOG "

—- not my gif, credit to original poster! -—

Wanda Maximoff x Werewolf! GN/Female/Male Reader (x slight Natasha Romanoff)

A/N — Here's a little bedtime story for ya'll. Old draft concept for an upcoming and looong oneshot for Wanda in a mafia au setting. Bits and pieces may be recognised in the published column plot wise but overall, we're taking an alternate route, my babbies.

WORD COUNT — 2.2k

READER DISCRETION — Alcohol consumption — mafia business and semi dark themes — profanity — mention of death and murder — mention of black market and auction — reader and Nat have some history — player reader Tony is so proud — Alexander Pierce is of course an arsehole, what else is new? — Rumlow is a bad guy (duh) — I think that's it?

An expensive investment. A broad term to use for a werewolf broken in by the system at a young age. But it’s true.

Alexander Pierce, the finance manager and ringleader as a whole, did all he could to break you in, and to say he did is an understatement. He exceeded the limits you once believed you had and once you were ready, he put you out in the field to garner your reputation.

You had no limits. Ruthless in your endeavour to complete whatever task was required of you, prepared to do whatever it took, your peers could only look at you with both fear and admiration.

When all was said and done, you were given your collar, then sold through the underground hub for criminals: the black market.

That’s when you learnt in the span of the few minutes that the auction lasted for, that you were either a trophy to those of the higher class of crime, or a very wanted source of security and war. From black funding operators that had their hand in the military’s pit on the hunt for a war hound, to the gangster overlords who controlled territories in the differing states and countries, requiring some form of high end security, there was a very rapid increase in the price they were each willing to pay.

At a total of twenty-five million, your collar and services were sold to Mr. Tony Stark. From the sleek fit of a light grey, three piece suit and bright pink tie, Stark had a brighter outlook on the window of his underhand activities. He was the type that lounged back in the severity of his criminal dealings.

Unlike his fellow company who each wore darker palette suits of either navy blue or jet black. He stood out for sure as his auburn tinted glasses did little to hide the one question on his mind: Was his money well spent?

Well, to say at the very least, you wouldn’t be here tonight if you weren’t every single cent he spent on you three years ago.

Thinking about the memory now, this is a different tone entirely. Dark and neon is how you remember the black market scene, stalls and cube stores with an assortment of supplies anyone in the business would need, whether that be for the amateurs - which were the usual target customers - or the smaller businesses which belonged to small cluster gangs.

The big time runners had designated storehouses to spare where they obtained their supplies, and ran other dealings and hand-offs in and out of private rooms in the clubs.

Here, the scene is warm, lavish and made for those who seek the comfort in living in marble halls and pristine white pillars, short cut grass and elaborate parties such as this one.

“Shit, this party is awfully chipper for someone who died last week,” you huff, eyes scanning the crowd from the smooth, darkly polished bar, which you incidentally found very comfortable to lean back on when told for the hundredth time, “Just sit tight, just a little bit longer.”

You didn’t have the time nor patience to sit around getting older by the damn minute. Thankfully, Tony put his card behind the bar so that meant an endless river of drinks. Because you needed the alcohol. A lot.

Not a moment too late is your glass refilled with your refreshment.

“Please, Y/N,” sighs Steve from your right side, arms folded over his chest, navy blue suit straining just a bit too tightly against his body, “have some respect for the Maximoff family. They lost their only male heir to a deal gone wrong. They need our support.”

Your shoulders rise with a particular deep inhale before falling lax, you swirl the sliver of whiskey left in your glass and with a jerk of your wrist you finish it. Ice rattles in your glass as you shimmy it, indicating you need a refill and pronto.

“People live, people die. You cross someone and you get shot in the back. It happens.”

“He was gunned down in the streets with a fucking machine gun, Y/N. You consider that a mere oopsie?”

You shrug in response to Sam’s question with a pout of your bottom lip. “Pietro thought he was the shit. That’s what got him killed by Rumlow.”

Sam runs a hand over his face, now distressed by the lack of sincerity you show for the grieving family. “For fuck sake…”

In the three years of your loyal work to the Stark family and those of his brotherhood - his allies - your colours shone through immensely to reveal a shining personality. Excluding the fact you’d become something of a playful rogue with the women.

You simply chalk it up to your animal magnetism. Something that leaves them wanting more whenever in the presence of your company.

In fact, that was how Tony came to own unclaimed establishments and clubs in the boroughs, ones he wasn’t able to get his hands on before, but after he had you as a playable card in his fold, you provided club goers the relief of being harassed and drinks being spiked. Territorial take over schemes from rival gangs were second guessed when they saw you watching over the joint.

The after hour visits for your libido were just the perks. But you left a lot of lustful and broken little hearts in the wake of your work.

For a werewolf, you were always assumed to be a means of security, and that much was true. Didn’t mean it excluded you from taking on other odd jobs for the families from time to time. Debt collection, assassinations, tailing and blackmail ops, the list is endless.

When Steve casts a hardened stare your way and you mockingly raise your hands up in surrender. “Alright, I’ll offer my condolences to the heiress, but I ain’t weeping at her feet for her brother who got himself into that mess because he thought he was too big for his own shoes.”

“Just behave yourself, alright? The last thing we need is the entirety of Europe at war with us.” You roll your eyes and salute the captain. “Yessir.”

You bring the glass rim to your lips and draw a small gulpful of your refurbished liquor, the fiery taste rolls over your tongue, you savour it to keep your sanity intact lest you go insane from the waiting. Where was the heiress?

“Well, well, I thought I wouldn’t see any of you again. Especially you.” Your head, as well as those of your group, direct their gaze to the new voice. The corners of your lips twitch up and you flash her a wolfish grin, chin tilting up slightly in your relaxed position against the bar. You looked like a cat happily laying in the sun.

“Miss Romanoff,” each of the men greeted with a nod of their heads. You, however, pat your thigh as an invitation for her to sit. “I had work to do the next morning.”

“Mm, that’s what you tell the other girls, I’m sure.” You clap a hand to your chest with a wince. “You wound me, Sweetheart. If I had the chance, I would have stayed.”

She hums but it’s obvious she doesn’t believe you by the rise in her brow.

Natasha Romamoff is a hard fish to catch. One of the more established families that control practically the entirety of Europe, alongside the Maximoff family, the two were partners and crafting an empire strong enough to stand on their own without any dire need for support.

Yes, her family had prior dealings with the brotherhood. The Starks, Wilsons, Barnes and Rogers and more, whether to collaborate on a bigger criminal project to the smaller portioned deals. Smuggled goods and weapons, blackmail intel deliverance, international bribery to keep the feds off your backs. But she never committed to joining forces.

You suppose it’s a good power move on her part. She doesn’t have to abide by any of the family creeds, in the end, you’re all loose ends that may potentially be severed if need be. She had the ball in her court and the mysterious Maximoff heiress.

Even your animal magnetism wasn’t enough to charm her into joining forces with Stark and his powerhouse of families, but they were surely enough to charm her into a wild one night stand.

But as you told her. You had work to do. And now she appears to spurn you with her eyes and cruel words, but still entertains your flirtatious advances and indulges the empty space of your thigh.

For a well respected mob boss such as herself, she definitely liked to play it risky; dressing included.

Last you saw her, she was dressed in a more professional manner. But here at this funeral party, whatever the fuck it was, she chose to wear a black, spaghetti strap cocktail dress that’s short enough to be skimming the mid of her thigh. The slit riding the dress up higher is just plain dangerous.

She’s facing you, back arched and ass resting on the cliff of your knee. Your clawed hand supports her at the small of her back. Her perfume is strong and complimenting, the sweet bouquet of lavender rolls over the exposed tops of her breasts from her even more exposed neck. Her plump, red lips move in a way that’s hypnotic. “So I hear you’re going to be a bargaining chip for Wanda Maximoff.”

“Where’d you hear that?” you scoff with a flick of your chin.

“I have spies who whisper to me,” she answers with a swift quirk of her brow.

Of course she overheard the news. She then chuckles softly, and all eyes watch her with a level of suspicion. “She won’t take any deal you offer her. She’s determined to steer clear of your little gang wars over in the states.”

“Rumlow killed her brother and he has bases around our territories. Wouldn’t she appreciate the extra hands in catching the rat?” Bucky poses the question with a dark brow angled high and clenched jaw, the muscles in his cheeks flex harder when Natasha offers no affirmative response; a mark to hopefully land you in the door and good graces with the heiress.

“You really think she wants a guard dog?”

“Hey,” you growl with a wrinkle of your nose, fangs on the precipice of baring at her. How she used the term in a condescending manner made the fur beneath your skin bristle. Sam claps a hand to your shoulder, somehow able to sense the seething anger within you.

“We just want to help. Offer support for her loss and bring Rumlow down.”

“No. You want a foothold in Europe. And I’m sorry but…” She looks you up and down, drinking in the sight of you and you know she can see you without your clothes on. “You’re not going to cut it, babe.”

She turns her body to make her getaway but you don’t let her slip away just like that. She gasps and looks to you with a furrowed glare when your arm circles her waist and tugs her back until she’s flush against you, the men in your company watch with trepidation of your next course of action.

“I will cut it because whether she wants to admit it or not, she needs us.”

Natasha’s eyes, true to her fashion, darken with a challenge. “You’re wasting your time. She’ll get Rumlow herself.”

“And if Rumlow plans to get her first?” For a moment you see the doubt cross her face. “That’s where she needs me.”

“Tony Stark.” Each of the men turn to the voice behind them and their once cool and collected selves turn rigid, nervous under the power one woman can hold so absolute, her green eyes scan each of their faces before they land on you.

You finally look and meet her stare, still holding Natasha against you even as she tries to push away from you.

“Unhand her,” the woman commands with an accented tongue.

At first, you wanted nothing more than to play this out a little, see what makes this woman tick. But both Tony and Steve look at you, silent in their order, you sigh heavily and release Natasha. Once you do, she wastes no time in joining Wanda’s side with a bow of her head.

“I hear that you wished to have an audience with me.”

Wanda is the sole survivor of this ordeal. Her parents were assassinated two years ago and now her brother was killed. This is the stressed matter at hand, her empire could crumble to the ground, all that hard work put into the grave, because she’s being so fucking stubborn with this deal.

“I will not sign my family, nor any of my shares, to Stark Industries. Enough have I done to keep you out of the hands of law enforcement. I will handle Rumlow myself.”

This isn’t how any of you hoped this would go. The grief has made her stronger than before. It wasn’t exactly you were waiting for the chance for her to have a weak spot and try your luck, but you all had thought she might even be at least a little desperate for extra help.

Natasha’s face says it all: I told you so. You can only roll your eyes and resume with what you’re doing.

“Miss Maximoff, we only wish to help you. All we ask in return is that you grant us some territory to work with for our trade deals as payment for support lent to you to catch Rumlow.”

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