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bakubunny · 6 months

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bkg x reader comfort fluff

not tagging the gremlins bc tagging a bunch of you on smth like this feels like too much.

tw: sudden hair loss, insecurity, showering together, f!reader, aged up characters, established relationships

You stood in front of the bathroom mirror with a brush in your hand, a mix of panic and despair overwhelming your features. Katsuki caught the look on your face as he passed by the open door and stopped.

“What’s wrong?” His tone sounded harsh and impatient, but after twelve years of marriage, you knew better.

You lifted your other hand to show him the wad of hair you’d pulled out of the brush after a few passes, lip quivering as a painful lump grew in your throat. He took both from your hands and pulled you into a crushing hug. A broken sob left your chest.

“I’m s-scared and I don’t know w-what’s going on,” you cried.

“I know,” he said quietly.

You wanted to push him away just like you wanted to push away the bubbling, knotted pain in the pit of your belly. But pushing yourself out of his grasp would have been an impossible task.

“I feel so ugly. I don’t want you to touch me,” you said.

Katsuki’s grip got tighter as he kissed you on the head. “You’re not ugly. You’re the same beautiful girl, and your hair ain’t gonna change that.”

“Y-you don’t understand,” you replied.

At thirty-five, he understood hair loss in one sense; his own had slowly started to thin a few years back before he’d seen a dermatologist to address it. But this was different.

At first, you weren’t sure it was happening. Then one day, you ran a hand through your hair, and it was all but falling off of your scalp. More hair came out as time passed. In just weeks, you looked noticeably different.

Katsuki felt helpless. Perhaps not as helpless as you in this moment, but there were many things even the number two hero couldn’t fix or save you from. He couldn’t do much other than be by your side and give comfort, reassurance that of course he still loved you and wanted you. He pulled away enough to lift your chin; the greasy, unkempt state of your half brushed hair only served to break his heart further.

“No, I don’t understand. But my love for you ain’t gonna disappear after all this time just cause you look different. You’re still the same pretty little thing I can’t wait to come home to. I didn’t marry your hair, sweetheart. I married you,” Katsuki said.

You nodded. You knew he was telling the truth, but it wasn’t an easy one to accept.

“Let’s get you showered, hmm?” he continued. “I’ll get in with you. Pamper you like a princess ‘til you’re all nice and clean.”

The pained look in your eye was begging him not to make you do it, but it had to happen. You nodded again anyways.

And so, he did. Under the warmth of the shower and the warmth of his embrace, you faced the uncertainty of what was to come once again as he washed you clean from head to toe. You stayed with him while he showered, peppering one another with stolen kisses and a soft touch. Talking about life, about anything other than the thing that brought you here. Making silly jokes. Taking the time to remind each other that this was a moment, and you had so many more good ones left to share.

#this one hits a little too hard rn but i hope it helps someone #bye fam #ilysm mwah #I didn’t edit this whatsoever so excuse typos and whatnot #tw hair loss #aged up characters #pro!bakugou #husband!bakugou #bakugou katsuki #bakugo katsuki #x reader #bnha x reader #bakugou x reader #bakubunny

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mahoushojoumonster · 1 year

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Not me answering two asks and then disappearing for the night. Feel free to send some stuff. Or don’t.

Much love.

#bye fam

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softwaring · 4 months

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SHHHH

#i hate talking positively abt my life bc im an idiot but -#im engaged #as of 1.1.24 at midnight which is cute.#thank u bye my fam doesn’t even know lol

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libraryticketss · 1 year

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"you cannot find peace by avoiding life."

—Virginia Woolf

#there's not much to avoid #poets disguise #the z fam #dark academia #darkacademism #dark aesthetic #literature academia #studyblr #aesthetics #ok bye <3

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silentgrim · 1 month

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when u want your gameplay to be a story so badly but you’re too lazy to do so

#if i had the motivation i would be in the top 100 storytellers on simblr i’ll tell u THAT 💅#skskdkf #laziness ftw #gameplay posts are cute anyways #they’re natural and goofy #low effort #*cough*#n e ways #berry fam will continue onto gen 2 #hallelujah #t’was a miracle #ok bye!#chatter #maybe i’ll goof around w Donatello and Cassie one of these days

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todayisafridaynight · 1 day

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this is how i know theyre all fam

#snap chats #sorry i just realized haruka's y6 render is That and it made me giggle #they all really do just stand there ....... theyre my best friends .... theyre fam .....#kiryu aint related to them by blood but he still somehow passed along the Go Girl Give Us Nothing stance #im sorry i didnt mean that. they gave us everything and more #some might even say .... So Much More ... heh .....#sorry. im going back to work now bye

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bapydemonprincess · 7 months

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Lovingly made by me 🖤

(I think...)

#kuroshitsuji #sebastian michaelis #ciel phantomhive #o!ciel #r!ciel #ps. we concluded fanon seb doesn't starve unlike these two bc fanon seb has friends and fam that CARE lmao bye #also ofc shippers dni or you will be found :)

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nicoscheer · 8 months

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#05/09/2023 #miles Kane and son #max Kane #i need to know what his name tag says #the way max snuggles and looks up to Miles 🫠🫠🫠🫶🏽🫶🏽#bye I’m melting #max gettin introduced to the fam #Alex having a whole month in America to shop toys and clothes for Max always imagining miles blinding smile when he presents him with them #in Ireland; like please let somebody meet Alex in a pet shop to confirm this

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bizarrescribblez · 3 months

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being one of those people obsessed with crossing over your fav medias is crazy cuz wdym im gonna make a tuxedo mask inspired costume for alan so i can have him be with my vbros insert .

#LET ME COOK!!!!!!!!!!#i already have too many ideas 🙁 im sorry #basically he becomes my assigned arch once me and the fam arrive in new york #and he doesnt even want to anymore cuz those days are behind him but he cany escape it ☹️#sorry guyssorry everything has to be wakebun lately bye #self ship #self ship community #f/o community #self shipping

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witchofthesouls · 2 months

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(Anyone remembers that scenario with Getaway and Rodimus siring upon a Fae-Touched!Liaison that got cyberformed? Here we go again.)

Something bothers Getaway, far more than usual.

You had to change your approach. Getaway believes the Nudge-gun had reshaped your memories and it had.

But you got them back.

(A magic mirror once gleamed and asked What do you wish? with your own inverted face. Upon your answer, your doppelganger grinned a million fractals of glorious and damning shards. Splintered infinities and Truth. It reached out and placed a shard into each eye and you both bleed like monsters and gods.)

You stare into the mirror of the captain's private shower rack, and blue lenses and white pupils stare back.

If you stare long enough, you can divine the shards, each of them spinning and spinning, fracturing, repairing, growing, clawing out of the white-

The newspark cries and you snap back into the present.

The newspark cries and you nuzzle their soft body as they fret into your neck, tugging on the cables that mimic your hair, gumming on it. Milk-white optics blindly stare as they pur, slipping into your field, buzzing and yanking until you soothe it into a steady, easy pattern. They buzz, searching for a laughing sun that’s no longer with them.

Rodimus is gone. Getaway might as well be as he drowns in his captaincy.

The newspark purrs, no longer crying, and you plan.

_____

The thing is, Getaway lies.

It’s not condemnation. You know he lies. The problem lies where Getaway does it to himself as well. He believes in his own fabrications. A shallow mask that becomes his reality until something breaks it.

(Getaway could be the most marvelous actor if given the proper training and the chance, but it would eat him until he had nothing left to give, and you suppress the shiver that rolls down your spine at the ghostly, distant cheer of the starving, distorted voices.)

You can see it as he crushes you to the couch, when he watches you with hot-cold, hungry, optics across a room, when he pretends to sleep in the berth as you take care of the newspark, when he spins a dazzling tale to all the other mechs in the ship, when you cradle him in your lap…

This new vulnerability is strange from him. It began after Rodimus (and the others) had been left to fend for themselves.

Before Rodimus would sprawl across the couch, taking it over, and allowing you access, only to throw a leg across your lap with the newspark cradled on his chassis. Getaway would be either perched on the arm by your side or using your own legs as a cushion on the floor, viciously hogging the snack bowl and the remote until Rodimus finally relents to trade the bit.

You expected him to take Rodimus’ space on the couch on movie nights, but he doesn’t. He had taken the captaincy, the office, the berth, and even the snacks and personal products by Rodimus.

But strangely enough, he still perches on the couch’s arm by your side or sits by your feet, leaning on your legs. The newspark curls over the leftover space, seemingly so much smaller as they soak the faint remains of Rodimus’ biosignature.

Somewhere during the movie, Getaway will start drifting a hand up your leg, and will eventually find his way on your lap, pressing his face into you with a quiet almost-sigh. Field muddled in a not-quite agitated way until you ‘absentmindedly’ start to stroke across his back, careful not to go near his exposed neck.

The film keeps rolling into another and another without a word between you and him in this strange, truthful intimacy. It only breaks with the newspark fusses to be fed and then it’s time to move to the bedroom.

Some nights Getaway spawls across the berth, taking up the Rodimus-less space, turning into his pillow with little to say, besides a ‘good night’ and mimicking sleep as you settle in.

Some nights, he fucks you as he something to prove. Rutting you with a brutal force as he punches the air from your frame and drinks your expression with a burning focus, leaving both frames steaming and electrical burns on the sheets. In this mood, he doesn’t move from you. You learn to sleep under the weight of his frame and his spike still twitching inside you.

No matter what, he’s gone by the time you wake up.

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You don't like the look in Froid's optics. You barely like the mech at all.

Under that veil of professionalism is the spark of madness that’s familiar to you, that raw, consuming, and greedy hunger as he looks at you and your sparkling.

(Did Getaway tell him anything? Or did Froid figure it out?)

You titter guilelessly at the psychologist, turning into Getaway’s shoulder, murmuring sweet nothings as newlyweds in love do. Getaway is too well-trained to freeze from the sudden behavior, but he acts the part of a loving partner, pressing his mask to your crest. You hold his gaze and over the private comm, you tell him to be careful.

Froid has that same look of greed when he looks at Getaway.

______

In the privacy of the shared quarters and in bed, you feed the newspark and clearly state, “Be careful when you make deals. You don’t play directly against the house. Toll is unforgivable.”

He doesn’t answer. Pretending to sleep.

(Getaway likes to manipulate and play but he has a visceral need to be slanted in a good light. The fact he doesn’t even tries to soothe that worry or deny the accusation that he can’t handle himself is damning in and of itself.)

______

You leave the newspark with First Aid, who’s lonely in an empty medbay, and press a chaste kiss to his cheek, “Take good care of my darling moonbeam.”

First Aid asks what's wrong as your child barely fusses in his arms. Those blind optics stare at you in a strangely knowing manner before tucking into the medic for a nap, frame curling into the mech and field disappearing like morning dew.

You tell him a truth:

You need to clean house.