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chuluoyi · 6 months

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✎ baby

- gojo satoru x reader

a domestic life with your husband and baby

genre: teeth-rotting fluff, sugary dump fluff, and simply pure fluffff, baby-related, mentions of pregnancy, dad!gojo

note: inspired by this fanart by Deltapork in twitter! from the moment i saw that artwork, i just can't get this out of my head😫

and this is a part of a series of gojo drabbles i’ve planned called gojo's love entries anthology -> updated masterlist here

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Watching your husband entertain your child would never fail to make you smile.

"Aw, my cute baby!" Satoru joyfully exclaimed as he and the baby, secure in his hold, emitted almost harmonious squeals of delight. Both of them practically shared the same brain cells at this point.

And it was a sight that warmed your heart so much, especially when the old Gojo Satoru was a prick who used to made little Megumi cry just for the sake of it and always said that babies and everything that came with them were a pain.

He playfully devoured your son's plump cheeks and burst into laughter, paying no attention to the curious glances he garnered from other shoppers at the supermarket.

"Satoru, hush," you chided gently as you pushed the cart, yet still smiling all the same.

"Ah, look, mama doesn't approve," he remarked to your babbling son, wearing a playful pout. At the same time, your barely seven-month baby puckered his lips too, turning him into a perfect miniature version of your mischievous husband at his best, melting your heart even further.

"It's time for his milk," you pointed out, retrieving the milk bottle. Satoru reached for it and offered it to your baby, who eagerly latched on and started drinking.

Your precious baby continued to feed on the formula, clearly relishing it. It appeared that he couldn't get enough, with the way he drank with such enthusiasm.

"He's a hungry baby... just like you," you mused.

Satoru laughed out loud once again. "Why are you comparing a baby with a grown-ass man?"

Your son was still drinking the milk and seemed like he wanted more, but you could definitely tell how content he was in that moment.

"Because it's your baby, duh. And not only he looks like you, he's also reflecting what you've been doing to me so far, it's uncanny."

"So I've turned our son into a mini-me now, have I." He regarded you with a mischievous glint in his eye. "And what have I done to you, darling? Tell me."

"...A lot of bad things."

"Heh, is that so?"

The baby then stopped drinking and seemed to want you to cuddle him, as he reached his tiny hands towards you. Satoru handed him over to you, taking the bottle away, and you gently pulled him close, cradling him against your chest.

"Yeah. Bad, bad things," you cooed to your baby, your eyes sparkling with joy. "First you seduced me, then got me pregnant. And then you forced me to go through that painful labor."

Satoru didn't miss the way the clerk eyed him after you said that. But he chuckled anyway. "Well... in the end you fell for me, and I probably seduced you a bit..."

He paid for the groceries and then the two of you walked out of the supermarket.

"But is that so bad?" He continued with a meaningful smirk. "You seemed like you love it so there's nothing to complain about."

"Hmph."

"And then I got you pregnant... well, you wanted a baby, dear, so you can't really be mad and blame just me for it all, okay?"

The fact that you were having this crack conversation at a crossroad made you struggle to stifle your laughter, to say the least.

Your son was still cuddling up to your chest and now he was looking at you with those wide, glassy blue eyes. You could tell how much he liked and needed you, as well as spending time with you, his mother.

This is your baby with the man who loves you. How could you not love him in return?

Satoru looked at his son in your arms. “Our son is the cutest, isn’t he?”

He seemed tired more than anything though, with the big yawn he just emitted.

“He is so… defenseless.”

“Well, he’s a baby,” your husband said matter-of-factly. “That’s how babies are, darling. He’s learning how to do things and completely defenseless, so he needs his parents. You and I.”

Your baby’s eyes became a little droopy. He was sleepy now, and wanted your warmth to fall asleep.

“Let’s… protect him together, yeah, Satoru?” you muttered softly as your child settled in your embrace, peaceful and content, falling asleep.

Your heartstrings were pulled when you witnessed the expression of absolute adoration on your husband's face.

“Silly. I’m the one who will protect both of you, sweetheart.”

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celestialtarot11 · 27 days

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Friendship Synastry 🌹🌴

Hi friends! Just thought I’d do this post because someone mentioned there weren’t a whole lot of synastry posts focusing on platonic connections, which I agree ☝️ So let’s change that! Enjoy! Please like, comment and reblog 💅🏻

1st house overlay 💗- So beautiful! I share this with someone who I’ve known for 10 years! We see each other in one another. Growing up we always pretended we were cousins 😭 and everyone believed us. We both hype each other up and the friendship is harmonious.

Venus in the 4th house ✨- A feeling of home like no other. That same friend and I got disconnected for 7 years and somehow we reconnected! This placement truly is beautiful and embodies finding each other again and again in friendship. Both parties feel comfortable making jokes and sharing intimate details with one another. Both feel seen on a deeper level.

9th house synastry ❤️- Cultural differences in friendship! Both learn from different cultures and share their experiences with one another. Both are teaching each other new things and love to engage in topics of philosophy! At some point both could live away from one another and have to travel to see one another. Short distance or long distance!

10th house stellium 🌟- Both inspire each other to be better versions of themselves. Mutual level of respect depending on what planets fall into the 10th house. Both see each other as people who can bounce ideas off one another without shame! If the planets are afflicted or malefic, the friendship can turn into competition to boost ego.

Scorpio stellium ☮️- Transformative connection. Both see each other at their worst and help each other out. If the planets are afflicted or malefic, the friendship can end with betrayal or end suddenly due to private information being let out. For example, something personal only the other person would know. If ifs aspected good, the friendship is a deep bond and feels familiar to both. Intuitive, and spiritually deep connection. Both dream of one another.

6th house sun 💆‍♀️- The planet person may ask a lot of help from the house person! Not necessarily a bad thing, but if this is aspected negatively it can be more of “pain in the ass” kind of feeling 😭 Especially if the friendship isn’t going well. But when aspected positively, the house person can teach a lot to the sun person and it’s a beautiful exchange of knowledge. Set boundaries ya’ll! 6th house synastry requires boundaries too. 6th house synastry can also suggest that friend popping up randomly to visit you!

Mars in the 6th house 🌹- The mars person empowers the house person to be better and take initiative in their life. Brings a lot of energy, joy, stamina, and life to the connection. Without the mars person the house person may feel bored, or disconnected in their life. It’s important the house person knows to balance their energies with action vs rest! The mars awakens the house person!

Moon in the 11th house 💅🏻- If the house person has chiron there I’ve noticed they sympathize a lot with the moon person. Both may face criticism in the friendship and jealousy, because both seem like a power duo. Growing up I experienced a lot of this with my friend we share this synastry, and people have found reasons to shame us! If there is no chiron, the moon person is often comforted by the house person. There is a deep connection and a sense of community present for both 🌹😊

Leo on the Descendant ✨- After reconnecting both people would’ve gone through a major glow up in their personal lives and physically! Both people could be in touch with their hearts and emotional truth. In some other connections I’ve seen people get in touch with their egos rather than their authenticity. The connection can lose spark!

Aquarius ascendant 🫂- Both felt and experienced the black sheep phenomenon growing up. They are able to connect on that and lift each other up. Close knit community! Especially if they knew each other for years. Both are unique individuals but mesh together so well because both embrace their authenticity and power in the connection. Both can view the connection as unique, irreplaceable, and unforgettable.

Leo stellium 🌟- Lots of hyping each other up, feel good feelings and love 💅🏻💗 Both are great at lifting each other up! When one person feels discouraged the other has their back and vice versa. If the connection is afflicted it can easily lead to competition, jealousy and control issues. If the connection is great both are literal teddy bears to one another and are protective 🌹

Their rising falling into your 5th house ❤️- The rising person brings a lot of fun, adventure and play into the connection! The house person sees the rising person as connected to their inner child, bold, vibrant and a leader. Also a protector in a lot of ways, emotionally and physically. They could feel very safe with the rising person. The rising person naturally causes the house person to open up and have fun ✨

Moon in the 5th house 🌹- Nurturing, intuitive and beautiful connection. Peaceful and chill. Telepathy is common between the two and this placement doesn’t necessarily dull the fun, rather through fun and laughter the two feel their bond growing deeper. The moon person offers a creative safe space for the house person to explore and open up.

Venus in the 12th house 🌟- In a healthy friendship, both are connected to the spirit realm and connected to each other spiritually, and acknowledge that. They allow their intuition to grow together and foster a deep sense of belonging. Both feel like they truly accept one another for who they are and the healing of wounds related to love begins. More so platonically, both feel they can open up to receive care ❤️ Mother wounds heal a lot in this connection.

Cancer Venus in the 5th house ☮️- The cancer person shares a lot of emotional wisdom to the house person, and both have fun like no other. Truly this represents the intertwining of two souls on a platonic level. The venus person is so encompassing of emotion, and brings a sense of community and comfort to the house person. The house person makes space and room for the wisdom the venus person holds, and together the two share a unique bond.

Aries rising falling into your 2nd house 💨- The aries person is seen as vivacious, bold, intelligent, and self assured. Sometimes may struggle with self worth and esteem, but with the house person Aries can learn a thing or two about self esteem. Vice versa, I feel that both people learn about self worth and confidence in the connection and both bring out the best in one another. The house person gives a sense of grounding to Aries rising, and Aries rising brings the heat and passion to the house person ❤️

Thats all I have friends! Thank you so much for stopping by and sharing your love with me ❤️☮️ Please like comment and reblog for support! Your feedback is always appreciated.

Paid Readings 💗

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petrapalerno · 3 months

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Submitting to the Alien Barbarian: #2

Alien x fem reader, a dom/sub erotic short.

TW/CW: rough consensual sex, primal play, knotting, breeding, aliens, dominance/submission, blood play, spanking, gagging and violence.

MASTERPOST

“Hey, where are we going?” You pound your hand against his back. “You’re supposed to fuck me!” You grumble like a petulant child as he quickly moves away from the wild revelry happening behind you.

“Somewhere I can take my time with you, Human.”

“Fuck you!” You slam your fist into his back. “I said fuck me!”

You don’t want to be taken somewhere else, you want to join the orgy.

He doesn’t listen, so you do the only thing you can think to get him to stop. You turn your head taking his flesh between your lips. Your teeth find the shell of his ear and you bite down hard, until you taste the coppery tang of blood.

He stumbles, and pries you off his ear with rough hands and throws you flat onto your back, the red dirt swirls around you in the air. You lick his blood off your lip, staring directly into the barbarians soul.

You barely have time to catch your breath before thick hands grab you by your hips and flip you over, forcing the side of your face into the ground.

“Is this what you want?” He yells, ripping what’s left of your jumpsuit off your ass. “You want me to fill up your human cunt with my warrior’s seed?” One of his hand finds the slickness between your thighs while the other pushes your head harder against the ground.

You can see his entwined cocks out of your peripheral vision. They seem even bigger this close.

His thick finger thrusts hard into you, stretching your entrance before he begins pounding his even deeper yet. Your pussy clamps over his calloused fingers, you swear you’re almost ready to come just from his hand.

“Could you even take my cocks in this tiny human cunt of yours?” He asks you as he moves his hand back to his own pulsating members.

The loss of him has your pussy clenching over nothing, the ache in your core is almost unbearable.

“Make it fit you coward,” you tell him, you can’t wait any more for release. You need this.

His hand leaves your head, and you turn to get a better look at his face. His throbbing cocks are notched at your entrance. Those eyes shine with some kind of viciousness you’ve only dreamed about, and you swear you can see something behind his visage snap. His nostrils flare, and you realize the time for talking is done.

He plunges into you, and it fucking burns. He doesn’t ask if you’re okay, he doesn’t allow you time to adjust, he just keeps up his relentless rhythm. The pain and pleasure mix in a way you’ve never experienced before, and you make noises that sound more animal than human.

The coil of his cocks hit your g-spot with every thrust, and despite the pain there’s a tension as an orgasm builds with a hungry intensity. Your body wants this, it yearns to submit.

“You’ll come on my cocks, and then milk me so hard that you’ll be dripping my seed for weeks. Your used cunt will belong only to me. You’re going to be marked forever in my cum, no one will dare touch you ever again. I’m going to fuck you raw,” The Volkroth bellows, his words coming faster as his pace increases.

When he puts his hand back on your throat, squeezing the sides hard, you black out with how violently you come. The taught cord inside you snaps, and any pain left is replaced by waves of ecstasy. Your body throbs with pleasure from your toes to the top of your head. Every muscle seizing in a symphony of joy.

In your boneless haze, you feel his body tighten. Inside you, his massive cocks move and unfurl as if they’re rearranging themselves. Your over sensitive flesh can barely handle the sensation before you feel something swelling inside you. He presses on the bulge he’s created on your stomach as he comes. His seed washes over your insides.

He’s still coming when it begins to leak out and down your thighs. Your clasping walls grip onto him, and you feel locked together.

Eventually the giant collapses on top of you, even though you expect him to head back to the crowd.

“What are you doing?” You ask him.

“You took my knot…” He’s out of breath, and he sounds surprised. “We’re stuck together until the swelling goes down.”

You flex your inner walls, and you can feel the bulge locking you together. Even though his body is still, his cocks continue to pump hot semen deep inside of you.

“If you keep doing that with your cunt, we’ll be here forever, human,” he growls.

Wrapping an arm around your back he pulls you against his body, your head barely reaching his pecs, and flips over so that you're laying on his chest.

“So what happens after this?” You ask him, feeling like your body has not a single bone left to keep you steady. You catch yourself rubbing my face in his thick chest hair, totally blissed out after your experience together.

“I do it again, and again, until I’m sure my seed takes and your belly is swollen. I’ll fuck your human cunt as many times as it takes to ensure my bloodline.” He tell you as if it’s the only obvious choice.

“If I let you,” You whisper snarkily.

White flashes behind your eyes as his hand smacks your ass.

“You’ll do as you're told,” he says before closing his eyes and ignoring you.

And you will. You’ll do whatever he asks if he keeps making you feel like this.

NEXT PART

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darkest-depravity · 7 months

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Two Forms of Desperation

I'd love to keep you in a chastity cage for weeks, and tease you every single day. You're a kept woman, of course, but that doesn't mean the teasing needs to stop when I go to work. I'll leave you with a remote vibe inside your cage and a plug in your ass and steadily edge you all day, every day. You'd better not fucking fall behind on your housework because of this. But you're such a good girl, and I know that you fear me even more than you want me, so you don't.

I'll watch you deteriorate as a human being. Watch you debase yourself, so frantically desperate for any kind of release. Watch you devolve into wrenching sobs as you cling to my feet, not daring to glance up at me for fear of meeting my cold eyes, indifferent to your suffering.

Then, one day, you're doing dishes. Your whole face feels puffy and tight from crying, but still, the tears flow down your cheeks as the pain in your cage remains unbearable. You look so broken. That's when I decide to take you. I grab a fistful of your hair and drag you to the living room, throwing your body to the ground and your face into the carpet. You feel an overwhelming surge of relief as I unlock the cage, and all you can do is whimper, "Thank you, Goddess" over and over in a frail, choked little voice. I don't start slow. I fuck you harder than I've ever fucked you before. I keep the vibe on you and turn up the intensity to its maximum. The effect is instantaneous. The most incredible orgasm you've ever experienced in your worthless little life and fresh tears of joy stream down your face as you're completely overcome with pleasure the likes of which you never could have even imagined.

But then I don't stop. I slow down and lower the vibration just enough for your body to recover between orgasms, then ramp it up to maximum again. Over and over, shuddering tidal waves of pleasure burst through your entire being. Your body convulses and you feel like every single one of your muscles is spasming out of control. It's too much. It's too much. Soon, each wave begins to decline in pleasure and the sensation shifts to pain. It hurts now. Every thrust sends a stabbing pain through your body, and every orgasm depletes you more and more of energy you didn't even think you had left. You beg me to stop. I ignore you. You scream and wail and cry and beg and feel as though your body is being torn apart. All of your senses seem to blacken and some instinct drives you to get away, to please make it stop, but I'm just so much stronger than you and I've already left you so weak. I hold you down and push your face into the floor, then fuck you even harder. Somewhere in the only minute rational corner of your mind you have left, you wonder how I could possibly be fucking you harder than I was before.

This goes on for what feels like hours. What began as heaven has twisted into hell. Eventually, your screaming ceases and you become silent, accepting the piercing pain that rips through your body with each thrust. This is what penetration feels like. You forget who you are. You become an unthinking husk.

Finally, I stop.

I collapse on the floor next to you, pulling your small, violently trembling body into mine, and kiss your neck so softly. I stroke your nipples and caress every inch of your round softness so gently. I tell you over and over how perfect you are, how wonderfully you did, and how much I love you. I know you're not strong enough to stand, so I lift you up in a bridal carry and take you to the bed. I make you drink water and I cook you your favorite meal. We watch one of your comfort movies as you melt into my arms and freshly sob. I coo reassurances and stroke your hair, and you cling to me so tight that your knuckles turn pale. Finally, mercifully, the emotion slowly subsides and you drift off into the heaviest and most restful sleep you've ever had.

When you wake up the next morning, you find two things: a plate of breakfast and a hot cup of coffee on the nightstand made just how you like it, and the chastity belt locked around your waist.

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nekropsii · 3 months

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ALPHA TROLLS RANKED BY HOW WRONG THE FANDOM AT LARGE IS ABOUT THEM:

This is a personal challenge, based entirely on my own experience and perspective, and also ranked from Most to Least Correct. I was bored, and thought this might be fun.

Putting this under a cut, because it's long as hell.

MEULIN LEIJON

People get her mostly correct, from what I’ve seen… Most of the time, fan content of Meulin is absolutely recognizable as Meulin, but her pride in her deafness + joy of learning new ways to interact with the world through/due to her disability is always removed, and I do not often see people tackle the Toxic Positivity aspect of her character. That seems less like character assassination, though, and more like a combination of people not actually playing through the Openbounds, people not being able to fathom disabled people (especially those who gained a disability later in life rather than being born disabled) being happy, and general fandom distaste for the idea of touching anything uncomfortable, especially when that uncomfortable topic is highly mundane, normalized, and potentially applicable to them or their loved ones. Meulin’s toxic positivity was, of course, commentary on Tumblr’s ecosystem at the time, so… It was much harder to touch back then.

ARANEA SERKET

People tend to get her general, broad strokes personality right, but unfortunately she gets treated pretty roughly for the crime of Being A Serket. People refuse to understand her motivations, and she often gets demonized for what she was doing around/during [S] Game Over, even though that was something she’d gotten pushed to and also was cool as fuck to watch. God forbid a woman do anything.

DAMARA MEGIDO

People are right about the racism, 100%. It is completely despicable, hard to look at, and extremely blatant. She does, however, have character outside of that. No, it isn’t “whore”, it’s more like “angry, dysfunctional abuse victim”, and she’s genuinely a very interesting and tragic character. But, again, people are right about the racism, so she gets to be placed way up here.

MEENAH PEIXES

She is such a chaotic little bastard. I love her. I really do. Please understand that she genuinely does not understand the concept of consequences. This girl didn’t have a Lusus, she didn’t have parents, it was functionally illegal to tell her “No, you can’t do that.” That would fuck up literally anyone’s moral compass. That’s not me hand waving away all the fucked up and bad shit she’s done, we all know what she did, but people tend to forget this aspect of her character and it pains me deeply, because it is a very genuinely interesting concept that I want to see more of. She’s capable of regret, we’ve seen her feel it, I just don’t think foresight is her forte. No one raised her to consider consequences, or help her experience them in a healthy way, because nobody raised her period.

Also, her ass is not butch, she is the girliest girl in the entire comic. She is about hot pink and glitter and kiss marks and unicorns and cute little puns and you will respect that. She is not masculine. Her ass is not masculine nor is she butch. Let her be her hyper-feminine self.

LATULA PYROPE

Please for the love of god there is more to her character than “Gamer Girl” and “Mituna’s Girlfriend”. You are falling for her fucking ruse. Please. Please. Please recognize that her entire character is about internalized misogyny, and being forced to overcompensate for misogyny in gaming circles as a gamer who happens to be a woman. Please. I’m begging.

KURLOZ MAKARA

His character is not that deep, it’s mostly just a string of events he is mysteriously, inexplicably involved with. The Makaras are extremely Function Over Form- their characters practically do not exist, they're mostly just plot devices that exist to push the story along. I'm sorry to Makara fans. You just invented a guy in your mind and decided he was real. He is also not that soft, though, and his relationships with both Meulin AND Mituna are not healthy. Hard to stop people from ascribing cutesy squishy lovey dynamics to random men who happened to have looked at each other once, though. Some people truly haven't graduated from 2012.

HORUSS ZAHHAK

I am begging people to consider that maybe the biggest issue here is not that he is “Bad Otherkin/Therian Representation” and is in fact maybe the fact that Hussie was actually making fun of Systems when he was writing Horuss. Because Horuss is canonically a system. He uses the word system. He uses the word switching. He uses the word host. He literally talks about his Plurality at length in extremely upfront, plain terms. I don’t know how him being “Bad Otherkin Representation” was and still is the main discourse about him. It makes me insane. That is a commentary that truly writes itself. Talk about having your priorities out of wack, honestly...

PORRIM MARYAM

No, she is not a MRA, she’s just a regular feminist who happens to live on a different planet with different politics and social hierarchies from Our Real World Earth’s USA. Whatever argument you’re about to pull out of your ass to say that she sucks is bad. She already explained what she meant by that, in more detail, very clearly, and she was right. Half the time she’s literally just giving you factual information about what Beforus was like, and literal plot synopses. She isn’t saying anything insane. She’s literally normal. I don’t know why people cannot handle or process this. Porrim has not ever said anything controversial. If you disagree with this you’re either misconstruing her on purpose or you fell for Kankri’s bait, and that’s just fucking sad at that point.

Also, she’s more than a sex object, and her tits are not huge. Honestly, half the shit she was saying was just “I am more than my sex life”, and so many people took that and made her main character trait her sex life. Just pathetic.

RUFIOH NITRAM

This man is a fucking war criminal and I will stop at nothing until he is behind bars for his crimes against Damara. Raging misogynist. Total fucking cunt. Just the worst. If I talk any more about this, this part will be 1,000 paragraphs long. But also, I’m begging people to recognize his relationship with disability, too. He was similar to Meulin in the sense that he didn’t mind his disability, and his biggest gripe with it was the way that Horuss tried to “fix” it… Which is an interesting way to expand upon how Beforus’s culling system is not only very explicitly ableist, but mimicking real world systemic ableism. I also want people to recognize that Hussie is actively having a conversation about the reclamation of slurs with Rufioh’s character, and how not letting people reclaim such language is doing nothing but giving the word power against them while stripping away their own personal agency. Rufioh’s a complicated guy, and he’s interesting and also the worst, and I am really tired of how he gets watered down to nothing but “Pretty Boy Victim Of His Inexplicably Psycho Ex”.

MITUNA CAPTOR

Holy Fucking Shit, You Guys Are Ableist.

KANKRI VANTAS

To this day I see people saying he was just Hussie making fun of SJWs. To this day. To this day people think Hussie was trying to make Every Tumblr Leftist look bad, and that he hates them Because They Are Leftists. When will people recognize him as a bootlicker to the oppressive class and the violently bigoted. When will people recognize that. When will people recognize that this is more of a commentary on the legitimate real flaws of Tumblr’s politics at the time. When. When.

When will people stop portraying him as a lovey-dovey Catholic Whore. I’m going to stab my fucking eyes out and then kill everyone in this building. Me when it's based and cool to ship an aroace character with a sexual predator. I GUESS.

CRONUS AMPORA

I say this with every ounce of sincerity I can possibly muster as a person: What the literal actual fuck.

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thesharktanksdriver · 1 year

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Being a Magical Girl in Gotham (Platonic)

Y/n is 15 in this and started being a magical girl at 10

I don’t read the comics so the timeline is likely fucked along with some characters maybe being out of character. I don’t care tho cause this took a long ass time to write and I had fun writing this. So please enjoy

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3302 word count lol

Becoming a magical girl like in the cartoons you watched as a young girl initially seemed like a dream come true

A wish wrapped in a big pink sparkly bow that when unwrapped opened Pandora’s box to the amount of responsibilities that would be carried over to you

You were naive back then, but after years of being one your much mature now

That initially girly sense of joy soon fading away as the glitter and glam could no longer shield your eyes from the weight of something bigger than yourself was voluntarily placed on your shoulders

Doesn’t matter much in the end. there's no turning back time no matter how you longed to reset its hands

You hunt shadow-like creatures you had nicknamed shadowmites. Entities from a different realm that feed themselves off of traits like greed and anger before sucking out its targets life

It’s no surprise that they ended up gravitating towards earth. Even more so Gotham, a breeding ground for the worst of the worst

Their mindless creatures. Just feeding and taking over entire universe’s to suck them dry until moving to the next

You used to feel sympathy for them, how horrific it would be to one of them. but now you feel nothing for them. 5 Years of watching them shrivel into nothing and hurt others made that go away though

Their screeches of pain becoming background noise along with their snarls of hunger.

You're now desensitised to it all. The loneliness and sadness at watching others you age enjoys their lives oblivious to everything.

Sometimes it makes you smile though. Knowing that because of your actions those same girls can live their lives, happy and full of joy.

At least you're not truly alone though. Your mentor/companion/eldritch-type being in the form of a ferret named Rigel.

They're an odd company. A being of seemingly endless knowledge and power, one that traversed through countless dimensions and universes, something that could end the world with a single thought…in the body of a adorable ferret that curls around your neck and perched on your shoulder

Rigel is stern but caring. A mentor who pushes you to your limits but knows when to stop and when you need a break despite how much you protest.

Someone/something that cares for you despite the fact that compared to them you're a single dim star in an entire cosmos of brighter shining ones.

As a Gothamite you know the streets well, and its people even better. Giving you the advantage at tracking down and stopping shadowmites as the midnight hour ticks onwards

You usually get rid of around 7-16 a night. Most being weaker varieties but occasionally having to toughen up to defeat the strong ones who had found a particular rageful host.

During the 5 years you had been doing this ever since your 10th birthday you surprisingly (and luckily) hadn’t had the chance to meet Batman face to face

Sure, they had been times you saw him off in the distance but you hadn’t fully talked to him by a stroke of chance

His enemy’s on the other hand, oh boy do you know them well

You had saved quite a few of them.

The goal was to eliminate the shadowmites, it didn't matter who you saved in the process…unless it’s Joker.

Even Rigel would allow you to let Joker be sucked dry like a cool-aid packet lol

Anyways

Because of you saving a ton of them you're on their good lists. A metaphorical safe card given to you as you spend your nights saving more people

After saving Penguin the older man allowed you free use to the iceberg despite your complaints of not wanting anything

You have your own little private table set up.

Mr.Cobblepot insists you don’t need to pay but you do so anyway

The food is much better than the McDonald’s you buy on a daily basis. It deserves the money you insist to spend on it

Most of His goons now know you. Sometimes joking you when off duty to talk while you eat

Most are pretty nice (to you anyways), often times rambling about their day or talking about their families

Some have kids your age. Some of them you even recognize from Gotham academy

The waitresses are also nice. Most of them very pretty and always fawning over how cute you look.

Penguin himself occasionally joins you in his spare time. Making causal talk, asking of your hunting and how your life has been

It’s….nice?. Kinda weird to be having a mob boss ask about your day but it’s a change of pace from your relatively lonely life

Kinda reminds you of some rich uncle who swoops by every now or then. Spoiling you before being whisked off on a new endeavor

He tells you that you're welcome during closing hours as well. This place serving as a safe haven of sorts if you should need it

Riddler is another though you see him less than Penguin

It’s the occasional blink and you see it kinda encounters but their amusing

The green clad man finds it fun to bitch about how the Gotham time’s riddles are too easy or how Batman is a dick

He (of course) also tells riddles. Seemingly getting a ride out of watching you try to figure them out

He also seems weirdly protective. Warning that if the bat gave you trouble then come to him

He’s not the only one to say that to you but you appreciate the sentiment

Seems oddly worried that if your in school and if your getting a good education

You tell him you are but don’t specify where just in case

He’s satisfied with that answer though. Even offers to help with math and or science homework

Gloats a lot and talks even more. Seems to appreciate that you actually listen to him and his ramblings

At one point he suggests making your colour scheme to match his

You politely decline saying you couldn’t pull it off like he did which makes his ego expand

Sometimes he hacks into security cameras or large screens to give you a riddle cause he’s bored

May or may not slip Rigel a 20 for you to have some spare change that you desperately need

Harley, Ivy and Catwoman fucking love you

You had initially only saved Harley but after that the two just joined in with her on basically becoming your honorary aunts

You end up running into them a lot during your long nights. Usually stopping by Ivy’s and Harley’s apartment for small breaks

They patch you up as best they can, ivy fixing you a cup of tea as Harley’s hyena’s curl up near your lap

Catwoman usually stops by during these breaks. Sometimes with a box of kittens whom she has you name

All of them are worried for you both mentally and physically so they make you a deal. On Saturdays after 12am unless super urgent you have a girls night with them, in return you have their help in patching up your wounds

They prep popcorn, drinks and the whole 9 yards to give you a break. They play a movie (usually a chick flick) and just let you rewind

If they hadn’t made this deal you probably wouldn’t have taken any breaks

Their all silently impressed that you’ve not only survived this long but also somehow ended up befriending half the villains in this damn city

You say that their just acquaintances but Ivy argues that Mr.Cobblepot is a cheapskate who wouldn’t give you a basically lifetime pass to his lounge for nothing

Harley warns you to stay away from Joker no matter what. And that if he even walks 10 metres near you he’s getting a lifetime trip to deadsville

Red Hood is the first of the bats that you run into. During his whole escapade to take over the underworld something that was kinda considered a myth to the rest of Gotham but was confirmed by the many people you saved

The meeting was ok…but then derailed when you noticed the black clawed tendrils clinging into his shoulders

His shadowmite that feed off his rage was fucking hard to beat. It took a lot out of you, almost killed you and left you hobbling to Harley’s for help before passing out

You woke up in a warehouse, patched up by him personally before he began to question you

Like usual you gave him the rundown of things. The entities that feed off negative emotions, eventually drained their life force, your the only one who can stop them with your magical powers etc etc

What catches you off guard though is when he asks if your parents know

The silence answers his question. One that feels deafening to his ears as he realizes that your basically alone in this

Pitted against a cruel world with no one but yourself and the kindness of literal criminals to accomplish an impossible task

It seems to shake something in him, something that’s not your business to ask about but makes him seem fragile in that moment

It’s not a word you’d associate with him yet that’s the only thing you can describe him as in the moment

The dim blue glow of his helmet’s eyes seeming now less intimidating to your smaller shaking form

He then asks how you got away with this so long without the bat (he says it with a certain poison in his voice) didn’t stop this

You just answer that you were just lucky in evading his notice. You were careful not to gain public attention and just focused on your job (his fists tightened a bit at this wording)

He helps you after this, dropping you off at Harley and Ivy’s

He seems hesitant in letting you go but trusts your decision enough once he sees the two fuss over you from a distance

He appears commonly to you after that. Inviting you to sit atop the old Gotham library with a bag of Dairy Queen in hand

It makes you wonder if he has younger siblings, if this is how it felt to be cared for by a older brother

You used to wonder what that felt like along with having parents. It makes your normally hollow chest feel warm and fuzzy

Couple months later he ends up working with batman. Whatever disagreement with the man now resolved as his uniform now has a red bat added to his chest

Your initially nervous until he promises not to “rat you out to the old man” as he put it

He opens up a bit more during your talks with him. Talking of how he grew up in the slums, had to rely on himself to survive just as you do

It’s kinda comical to see the gun wielding, motorcycle driving, leather jacket clad vigilante talk about Jane Austen but it certainly becomes a fun pastime as you work on an english essay

Just like the Gotham Sirens he worries. But even more than they do

He suggests tagging along with you on some of your hunts but you decline. Appreciating the sentiment but making a clear line in what you are comfortable with.

He accepts but there’s still a sense of worry that seems to claw at him everytime he finds you with cuts, bruises and dried blood caking your elaborate uniform

Eventually during your meetups with him your talk of pride and prejudice is interrupted by Nightwing

It’s kinda awkward sitting there eating ice cream with Rigel as the two grown men bicker like brothers about you

You end up leaving midway though to hunt again

But then the blue wearing hero ends up finding you much to your displeasure of just wanting to get back to work

He’s much more cheery and charismatic compared to Red hood. More of a people person by how he easily seems to break down your hesitation to talk to him

Like hood he’s definitely worried for you but seems to hide it a bit better with humour and general polite talk

You notice he does acrobatics a lot, leading to you asking him him about it

He kinda ends up being your teacher and you now know how to cartwheel and a few other tricks

Like hood he promises not to tell Batman he even jokes that at this point he should get red Robin and Robin so Batman is the last to know

He talks about a variety of subjects but kinda focuses in on how you have a healthy way to relive the stress you have

Doesn’t exactly approve of you stopping by the Gotham sirens for that but he relents after red hood calls him out on also being friends with villains before (an apparently more than friends in some cases?)

Both he and Red hood argue quite a bit but it’s funny especially when it has both grown men throwing fries at one another like 10 year olds

He has you swear not to drink coffee cause apparently red Robin is addicted to that shit and he doesn’t need another coffee adict

Briefly mentions how he has a friend named Raven whom you should meet

Y’all have mock battles cause he wants to see you in battle. Safe to say he likes the sparkles and the glamour of it all

He finds it interesting that your magical girl weapon can change depending on the situation and still looks cute

Those once cold and lonely nights that you spent fighting evil shadow creatures has changed seemingly for the better

Despite the fact that frost nips at your fingertips through your gloves, attempting to suck the warmth from your flesh you feel oddly warm inside

During the day your a seemingly normal 15 year old student at Gotham academy. Someone who blends into the Background, someone who no one really knows about but doesn’t question why

The only really noticeable thing about you is your above average grades and quiet nature

You're just known as that one seemingly nice student. That’s really the only thing people can label you as, you don’t really mind.

It was your goal to be unnoticeable, to just be another face to everyone.

It kinda becomes a bit complicated though as through your normal school year you notice the infamous Damien Wayne seemingly gaining an interest in you?

Odd. You never really interacted with him other than polite hello’s and the occasional moment you’d sit near somewhat near him in the library for lunch

Hell he wasn’t even in the same grade as you. He was 13, you never even had a project or something that led you to actually talk to him.

And now for some reason he decided to have a curiosity in you. The one thing you didn’t want happening.

During lunch you end up eating in random places. Randomly Rotating between areas and locations like the courtyard, library, empty classrooms and the gym

He’s smart though, scarily so. Almost as if he was experienced in tracking people down. Leaving you light on your toes as you dance to weave past and try to outsmart and outlast him until the bell rings

It doesn’t get any better when you leave for the end of the though. He waits for a few minutes by the front of the school, limo ready to take him home yet he still tries to spot you as you leave.

Eventually you up and ask him why he's been stalking you for the past 2 weeks, turns out Damien saw Rigel and wanted to pet them plus his older brothers encouraged him to make a friend

Safe to say he got to pet Rigel who crawled out your bag and scurried up his arm

The friend bit is a bit more complicated

You never had a friend your age after gaining your abilities. Being so busy had deterred people at the orphanage before you ran off, faked some paperwork and found yourself an apartment who didn’t ask questions as long as you paid for rent.

You had purposefully made yourself invisible to everyone, to avoid becoming gaining attention and becoming attached knowing they’d leave you for being so busy

You know you should say no but…your heart tugs at the somewhat nervous look he has in his eyes despite how much he tries to hide it along with the feeling of joy clawing at your heart

For the first time at school you smile genuinely as you nod. His eyes light up with joy, a small somewhat prideful smile painting his face

Your days at school after this are much more eventful, less of a cycle like it was before

Due to your new friendship with the elusive and loner wayne it causes some stir but the young boy quickly silences all hushed talking with his infamous glare

He’s actually quite fun to be around, always talking about his pets or how his step-brothers were a pain in the ass

He still sometimes has an attitude but you got to eventually see past that. To see the real Damien who nerded out over random animal facts or had his dog as his screensaver

It took a long time to get to this point but you don’t find yourself regretting the decision because of the fact he’s understanding of you being busy or having a far off look in your eyes that looked eternally tired.

His are the same sometimes, drained and empty of colour and life

You asked him one day while you both ate lunch in the courtyard, laying down on the dark green grass, why he decided out of all people to befriend you. The wallflower, the name without a face, the kid whom everyone just knew as nice and that’s it

He said it's because of your eyes. How they reminded him of himself, not in personality per say but in the fact they held untold secrets and a weight that no one else but you would understand.

That day he invited you to his home. The glorious wayne manor as to finally meet his canine friend Titus

It feels kinda out of nowhere but with some hesitance you agree, hopping into the limo that picked him up everyday as a old butler greeted you with a surprised smile

Damien greets him with the same fondness he seemed to hold for you, introducing the older british man as Alfred

#dc x reader #batfam x reader #platonic #jason todd x reader #Damien Wayne x reader #Dick Grayson x reader #poison ivy x reader #Harley quin x reader #riddler x reader #penguin x reader #based off of my love for madoka magica and sailor moon #plus pretty cure #this is really long #like #magical girl y/n

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huboi · 3 months

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☆ - GUINEA PIG HYBRID READER FT MULTIPLE JJK MEN !

╰┈➤ includes; gn! hybrid reader, mainly focused on reader squeaking and the guys falling heads over heels all over again, mentions of eating food

╰┈➤ a/n; this fic is heavily inspired by @appleblueberry-pie s’ post on Guinea pig hybrid reader with jjk men, tysm for letting me use this for a fic 🧡

SATORU GOJO

when satoru first met you, he was instantly in love

you’re guessing that it’s mainly due to your unusual features such as small ears and a tiny barely noticeable tail

he hasn’t seen many hybrids in the sorcerer world, other than panda

one thing that gave him a huge fright was when you first squealed out of nowhere when he brought home some sweet treats

he was very concerned that you were in pain or injured in some way, only to be relieved once told you involuntarily tend to squeal when you get excited

after this experience he tries his best to excite you when possible, since he can’t get enough of your squeaks

always refrains from just squishing your cheeks together in response

man wants to keep you in his pocket

GETO SUGURU

enjoys hearing your squeals

he becomes extra soft when he hears them

one second he’s tearing down another pathetic useless monkey

and the next he’s practically cooing as you squeal in happiness once he comes back from his cult to visit you

you also tend to purr like a cat, especially when he sits you on his lap

his heart fucking melts

loves giving your ears little scritches since it makes you practically vibrate on top of him whilst putting like a lil’ kitty

if you’re unable to speak whilst squealing then he doesn’t mind, he actually finds it enduring how you can’t talk when squealing in joy

yes his daughters also love you so much, they both think you’re the cutest thing they’ve ever seen

NANAMI KENTO

man damn near shat himself the first time you started squeaking

it was when he came home from the usual sorcerer work, and he had a fresh loaf of bread to share with you

you just couldn’t hold back your excitement

you were so embarrassed afterwards, hiding your face behind your hands as nanami looked at you with concern

stuttering, you explained to him that you tend to squeak uncontrollably when you get excited

nanami finds it relaxing when you perch yourself on his lap and start purring in content

he low-key finds it very therapeutic and it helps him destress after a hard day at work

he finds it very cute and unique how you make certain noises when feeling different emotions, gives you more character in his book

won’t admit it but he always finds himself with a little smile plastered on his face when around you

TOJI FUSHIGURO

he’s such a meany about your squeaks :(

always teases you whenever you make animal noises

“aww, you happy to see me sweet thing? why didn’t you just say so?” he’ll coo whilst squishing your cheeks together before giving you a small yet sloppy kiss onto both cheeks

your squeaks scare him at times, but you won’t hear that from him

sometimes he’ll just be chilling then all of a sudden loud ass squeals echo throughout the house and he nearly has a heart attack

actually enjoys hearing you purring, especially sat on his lap

9 times out of 10 pretty much forces you on his lap or chest when you start purring

he actually seems to become less stiff and more calm when you purr on him

sometimes forgets you’re a hybrid and so gets a small surprise when he spots your lil ears on top of your head

CHOSO KAMO

has never in his 150 years of life seen a hybrid at all

very curious of your existence

will ask lots of questions even when you get into a relationship, he’s just a really curious fella what can he say?

he asks them so that he understands you better

when you first squeaked was when he gave you a small kiss on the lips, he was worried he did something wrong

only to be proven wrong when you snuggle up against the crook of his neck, arms wrapped around his body whilst your squeaks slowly but surely turn into content purrs

he melts into your embrace, he’s never felt this content in life other than when he’s with his brothers

your squeaks give him serotonin, he can’t live without your squeaks

enjoys how when he makes spaghetti that you start squeaking even before the foods ready, he concludes that you simply enjoy food so much

SUKUNA RYOMEN

claims that your presence annoys him to no end, especially your squeaks and purrs

then when you stop making those noises around him he feels…. sad?

not even an hour later and he’s telling you that he actually doesn’t mind your noises, low key is fond of them, but he won’t straight up admit he likes them, he’s too far up his own ass to admit when he likes something

he has probably seen hybrids at some point during his thousand plus years of existence, but even he’s aware of how rare hybrids are in the jujutsu world

your happy squeaks make him feel things he’s never felt before

the same goes for your purring

if he’s been gone for a long amount of time, you’ll rush up to him and embrace his muscular body as tight as possible whilst you purr which causes your body to vibrate against his

he finds it weird how your body vibrates when you purr

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mamayan · 4 months

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Okay imagine this - (you don't have to do it, you can delete this if it makes you uncomfy, I love you and you have done nothing wrong ever) - but IMAGINE okay?

Bakugo Katsuki, The Dynamight, number two hero, and his child with you is quirkless (bonus if reader is also quirkless)

Imagine the disappointed ambition - he was so sure the kid would inherit his quirk or something similar, he was so sure - especially since the kid looks like Katsuki - and yet...

I guess I'm in mood for hurt-comfort 😔

Honestly, I see this affecting our dearest mama here, as it’s likely for Katsuki to really fall for someone after being a bully/jerk to them.

Imagine his quirkless sweetheart, desperate to please and impress at all times because they’re just useless without a quirk (thanks to his bullying in the past) and realizing their child inherited their quirkless gene?

Pro-Hero Katsuki Bakugo x Quirkless Fem! Reader!

Growing Pains

cw: SFW • Language (R) • Hurt/Comfort • Bully to Lovers • Child Care (tis the season) • Pro-Hero Katsuki • Fem! Reader • Marriage • Katsuki learns how to communicate a little better

A child is a gift so precious one must always be careful never to forsake it.

That’s what his hag-mother always said at least. The endless joy though which his daughter brought truly lived up to her words though. A gift. A precious, incredibly tiny and fragile, gift he swore to never forsake as he held the bundle in his arms at the hospital.

You looked beautiful even after so long in labor. Joy painting your features and making his heart ache from the sugar being injected into his veins. The love and adoration in your eyes only making his resolve harden further, to protect you both and love you two till his last breath.

So what changed from that moment till now? As a normally happy rambunctious toddler sits in complete stillness with eyes wide in horror. You didn’t look any better, skin perspiration more than his own on a usual day, lip being chewed until the skin breaks and he’s forced to grip you tightly.

“Hey—,” his gruff voice wakes you up.

“I’m so sorry…” his brows furrow in confusion, your apology unexpected and odd.

“The fuck are you sorry for?” He feels the atmosphere in the room start to divulge, his child and you both acting as if you’d heard a cancer diagnosis and not something he’d already considered the possibility of. Of course he’d wanted his daughter to have a quirk, but it didn’t call for such a grave reaction.

“It’s all my fault… I’m so sorry baby…” the tears freak him out more, your tears flowing endlessly as you stare at him with such hopeless eyes he’s startled to his core. Dark garnet eyes widening as a sick feeling enters his gut, something churning he can’t even name. “I failed both you and our daughter, making her weak and worthless like me—,” He’s going to be sick for sure, the sterile little clinic room starting close in on him.

He’s Dynamight, number 2 pro hero, and only because shit for brains Deku was better with the media but still, he’s not sure what to do. How to fix it, as you hold your child and cry, asking for forgiveness from him.

It makes him remember every instance of the past he cringes and does his best to avoid thinking on. Every tug of your hair, every shove to the floor, every time he made you feel small for something so superficial as not having a quirk.

Your tears were endless, and they seemed to spur on his daughter as well, her little sniffles making him nearly enraged as the door creeks open at the worst moment and the doctor returns.

The woman’s sympathetic gaze make him want to punch her, the way she seems understanding and not offended as himself.

“It can be a hard acceptance Mrs. Bakugo, I’m happy to recommend some quirkless support groups for the two of you, then we can look at some family care plans—,”

“What. The. Fuck. Are you talking about? Support group? They don’t need a fucking support group, your raggedy ass bitch—!”

“Katsuki!” “Mr. Bakugo?!” “Papa?”

It didn’t matter, he wasn’t hearing words anymore, top blown and his tempter unleashed as he nearly blows the door off after throwing you both over his shoulder and storming out. Cursing the entire way, uncaring of the phones being pulled out and people whispering and recording. He’d get an earful from the agency but it hardly computed in his mind.

Your fault? It seemed clear enough it was his fault. When all he ever did was make you feel belittled for your quirklessness, small and weak because of it, and now what did it do?

It passed on to his own fucking kid. His fault. This was his fucking fault.

His own eyes were admittedly wet as he shuts you both up in the car. Making sure you both are buckled in safely before he nearly screams once he’s seated behind the wheel. He wants to scream more, yell and break something to deal with the flood of guilt and shame washing him like an old friend.

He never apologized, only pushed it all away like the bullying and harassment never occurred when he started courting you. He’d been in love with you, and that bullying was his sick revenge for making him feel so much adoration for a single individual.

His frame engulfs the seat, muscles taunt and wide chest heaving as he calms down slowly to your silent tears and wobbly bottom lip.

“Katsuki… can we not have any discussions with her in the car…? Maybe we…,” you lick your lips as you fumble over yourself like a nervous wreck in the passenger seat, eyes wide and pacifying as you give him a look filled with a plea. “—Maybe we could have her stay with your mother tonight?”

Because you think he’s angry at you and at her.

For being quirkless.

The most defenseless and precious people to him, the two he’d sworn to never hurt or mistreat, now looking at him with complete devastation and heartbreak. His daughter is never usually so silent and still, sitting like a little doll in her car seat.

He’d always been a confident man. Unshakeable and firm in his resolve because he refused to settle and let himself be anything less than the best.

For all he is though, he’s never felt more helpless and human.

You flinch when the first tear falls.

The sight just as jarring as the realization your child is like you.

Katsuki’s eyes widen before narrowing as he grits his teeth and bares them like a hurt animal, tears spilling as he slams his head on the steering wheel in frustration. The windows tinted and thankfully adding a touch of privacy he’s grateful for now.

“I’m sorry—!” It’s wobbly and hissed like a curse, his apology burning his throat as he forces it out. He can’t look at you as he wipes at his face, shaking his head as he clears it to focus long enough to repeat himself.

“I’m so fucking sorry—never, never did I think less of you ‘cuz you didn’t have a damn quirk—! I was an asshole, a piece of shit that didn’t know how to deal with my crush on you, so I fucking ruined it by picking on you.” His eyes are blood shot, kept wide to prevent anymore liquid spillage but the way his entire face and body scrunch up, it’s difficult to believe he’s able to stop himself on sheer will alone.

“Papa…?” It’s like a slap to the face when he looks over at his daughter to see a spitting image of you both in her, features more like him but personality following you in a way that makes him melt.

“Y’listen good,” he gathers himself up better as he addresses your daughter now. “You will never be less than anyone else, quirk or no quirk, y’hear me?”

“But—,”

“No buts. It’s not up for debate. A quirk doesn’t classify a person’s value. It never has. We just associate them with power when in fact, a bunch of useless quirk havin’ shit stains run the country. A quirk ain’t power kid, power is in will, and that’s all you.” He’s glad you kindly dismiss his slip in language, watching as her little eyes widen and well with tears too.

“So I’m not bad?”

“You’re the best damn thing that’s happened since I met your mom. I love your mom, don’t I? She’s great even if she doesn’t have a quirk. Strong and resilient, patient and smarter than I’ll ever be.” He’s gripping the steering wheel so tight it may break soon if he doesn’t release his grip.

Then he’s being met with you. Your arms wrapping around him, your own muffled cries in his shirt. His hands are around you just as quickly, pulling you into him as much as the small space in the vehicle allows, breathing you in and calming himself as he reaches out and unbuckles your daughter to pull her little body into the bear hug too.

“You mean it…?” Your whisper barely audible as he holds you both close.

“I don’t say shit I don’t mean.”

And that’s enough for this moment. While he’s not a great man, Katsuki truly never lies, sometimes honest to a point it’s painful.

This is a bittersweet pain though.

Dividers/ @cafekitsune

#Yan answers #Yan loves her mooties #tw: child care #bnha #bakugou katsuki #pro-hero katsuki bakugo #katsuki bakugo x reader #hurt/comfort #mha

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wosowrites · 9 months

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I Had To (Guro Reiten x Reader)

warnings: none

prompt: in which during your last training session before the world cup, the nerves get to you. But Guro is there

a/n: based off this request here. Also I never proof read so sorry guys

The last training session before the World Cup opener was the most chill one and the most stressful one all at once. It was your first ever world cup, having missed the last one with a torn ACL. You had never been so terrified. Your heart was pounding and your mind was full of what ifs.

"What if I tore it again?"

"What if I cost the girls the tournament?"

"What if-"

Your thought was cut off by Caroline coming up to you and placing her hand on your shoulder. You were all lined up with a coach placed to receive a ball to lay off to the player to take a shot but you had just froze. The ball at your feet, the coach looking at you with expecting eyes and all your teammates staring into your back.

Your head snapped towards Caroline and your breathing got heavy. "I’m sorry. I can’t do this," you said.

You left your ball where it was and rushed towards your bag which your picked up and walked out of the training facility with.

The entire Norwegian team and staff watched as you made your escape, and then they’re heads turned to Guro. "Go get her back," Ada said to the young winger.

Guro didn’t have to be begged. She broke into a run, trying to follow you even though you were now out of her sight. Eventually she found you in the parking lot. Training didn’t end for another twenty minutes so the bus wasn’t there yet. You were sitting on a bench, staring at a Mustang. "Y/n?" Guro said gently.

You head turned to look at her and your heart momentarily swelled with joy that she had come to find you. But it was quickly replaced with the pain and doubts once again. "What’s going on ganske," Guro said softly.

"It shouldn’t be me. I shouldn’t be here. Other girls deserve it just as much as I do. I- I should not be on this roster. What sets me apart? Nothing. I miss shots, I score goals, I make passes, I miss passes. Im average. I’m fucking average and I don’t get why I’m here," you rambled. "What makes me different then the girls who aren’t here today? Nothing. I mean-"

You really didn’t expect Guro to kiss you. You didn’t expect her lips to come crashing into yours, or her hand to make it’s away under your shirt and onto your lower back. It took you a while to react, but once you did, you dropped your bag to the floor and pushed your body onto hers. Your legs straddling her waist, you grinded your hips onto her, tugged at her ponytail and moaned into her mouth at the touch of her hands on your ass. But then it seemed like she snapped.

She gently pushed you off of her and looked stunned. "I had to do that. You deserve yk be here," she said quickly. And then she was rushing back to the training ground and you were left wanting more.

Norway vs New Zealand didn’t go well for you. You started, which shocked you but no one else. And although you took shots and tried your very best, New Zealand scored and there was nothing you could do about it. You were frustrated, tired and a little heartbroken. And yet your mind trailed back to that kiss the second the final whistle blew.

So, you signed a couple things, your gaze going back to Guro every second you weren't talking with a fan or being congratulated for your work by Kiwis. Every single time you got close to Guro she would cross the field, head towards Ingrid, Caroline or anyone else but you. Eventually, you got tired of her doing so so you snuck up on her as she was deep in conversation with Ali Riley. "Guro," you said, tapping her shoulder.

The winger quickly spun towards you, excusing herself from the Kiwi captain. "Talk to me," you said. "Here? Really?" she spat, saying it in a tone a little harsher than she had wanted.

You scowled at her, eyes hard and mad before grabbing her face and pressing your lips to hers. You were a little off to the side, close to the New Zealand bench and the eyes of both teams widened as fans started yelling loudly. The kiss was short enough to be appropriate but long enough to let Guro know you wanted her too. You didn't say much to the blue, only the words "I had to do this". You then turn your back to her and walk into the tunnel, your heart racing.

Part of you knew your actions on the field were slightly inappropriate but the adrenaline had you without a care in the world. You were the first in the changing room, quickly followed by Ingrid who started squealing and yelling in Norwegian. She asked a ton of questions and dint give you any time to answer, instead leaping from one interrogation to the other. Your head coach ignored you as he walked in, he was still mad about the game, and clearly partially mad at you, but that didnt matter because Guro had a smile on her face despite the loss. And if Guro was smiling then the world was good.

He then sent you off to the showers and you grabbed your sweatsuit to put on after. You corner Guro as she was about to enter her stall. "Are you mad?" you asked her with wide eyes, worried that maybe kissing her on the biggest stage of the world wasn't the best idea. "Would I be smiling like a dork if I was?" she teased and you blushed. "I wish you could join me," Guro added, nodding towards her shower. "At the hotel," you winked and then went into your stall.

#woso fic #woso imagine #woso x reader #woso #chelsea fcw #guro reiten #norwnt

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slxsherwriter · 5 months

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The Little Wheel Squeals

Fandom: Joy Ride

Pairing: Rusty Nail x reader

Word Count: 1,768

Warnings: None

Author's note: Part one of the Nanowrimo fics that I am attempting. The next part in my Rusty Nail series. Hope everyone enjoys. As always, not Beta read.

A heavy sigh escaped you as the last remnants of glass were swept up and into the dust bin, to be tossed away and forgotten. A reminder that while you were mostly alone out here, you weren't completely alone. Being on your own didn't bother you, after all you knew that Rusty needed to be on the road for extended periods of time. It was just what the job was. Nothing that he could be faulted for or have held against him. You had known that at the very start, plenty of life experience telling you that it was something that you could handle. But it was moments like these, when idiots decided to break in, thinking that no one was home or that the house was abandoned, that being on your own felt a little unnerving and had you longing for the moment that Rusty was walking back through that door.

You had been home this time when the window had smashed, the sound reaching you upstairs, where the knock had not. Immediately, you had been concerned and reached for the bat that had been insisted upon for protection in his absence. They hadn't been a very difficult group to deal with, actually for the most part not looking to cause any trouble. Simply looking for help, which you were happy to give. Even if the one guy in the group caused you to feel uneasy. A feat that took a lot given your typical generous, forgiving nature. Something had just seemed off about him, causing you to keep the bat close while you allowed them to use the phone to call out for someone to pick them up. Their car had broken down at some point miles up the road and they had been wandering since.

The story was believable. It happened more often than not around here since your home was situated in nearly the middle of nowhere. Rusty had told after he had first shown you the house that he had picked the spot because of the land and the privacy. It was an oasis, a place to go away from people and away from the mess of being on the road. A concept that was easy to digest and something that could be understood on a deep level. After all, when your father had come home, he had said the same thing. Apparently though, more stragglers than anticipated tended through the area.

Still, you had taken to the home, not quite moving in but spending far more time at his place than your own, which was technically the next state over. You occasionally would head home on weekends, especially ones that he worked. The old house was not something that you could bring yourself to get rid of and debated asking Rusty to move out with you. It wasn't quite as isolated but it was a piece of paradise all on it's own. The thought of the conversation once again swirled before being tossed to the side for later examination.

Seeing them picked up and head off had a relief washing over you, enough so to make you sag back against the porch for just a second. There was work that needed to be done. Namely, cleaning up the rest of the broken glass and finish patching up what you could of the window until there was a new one delivered. Windows were always a pain in the ass.

As the glass hit the bottom of the can, you were greeted with the sound of a deep rumbling engine. Rusty was home. All the worry from before, the agitation, and concern over the man that had made you feel uneasy melted away. He was finally home.

Moving to the front door to greet him, you watched as his shoulders dropped from where they had been tensed, how his fingers unfurled, hands hanging loosely at his sides for a moment, and a small, genuine smile come to his face. Whether he realized you were there or not yet remained unknown, but you took in the moment to appreciate the fact that he was finally relaxing.

"Welcome home," you finally offered as you moved over without any prompting and wrapped your arms around him. Road grim be damned, you needed a shower anyway.

"Hey, sweetheart." The words came out in that comforting rumble that had you closing your eyes before you could help it. The heavy, familiar weight of his arm dropping to your shoulders was an added bonus as he hugged you back. "Missed you."

"Missed you too. Trip was too long this time." As much as you wanted to agree, there was also a fear of him interpreting it as a concern about his occupation.

"It was a long one this time. But you're home now and that is what matters." You sighed softly as you took a deep breath in. "Why don't you go shower up and I'll get something thrown together for you to eat." You would ask him about the plans for the evening after that, letting him get in the door and truly relaxed after it all. Which meant cleaned up with a proper shower and a good meal that wasn't from a truck stop diner.

"Sounds like a plan to me, sweetheart." He pressed a kiss to your cheek before stepping back. Jacket on the hook and boots off, he headed towards the bathroom, entirely missing the broken window that you still had to finish at least patching up so nothing could get through it and into the house during the night. Both animals and insects. Food for Rusty first.

You were finishing with the little makeshift board when he came wandering back into the room, smelling of his eucalyptus shower gel and something else. Without the hat on, his eyes were clear and obviously focused right on you.

"What happened?" That hard edge that he was careful to keep from you came out. Always the protective one. "And when?"

"This evening. Small group came around, thinking that no one was home. They needed to call for help. Let them use the phone after everything was explained and they headed off maybe about an hour before you got home?" You watched as something changed, the tension in his jaw obvious from the clench. All before it vanished. "It wasn't anything too bad. They are gone and it's over." there seemed to be gears turning as his eyes jumped from you to look around the room. Or a simple method of calming himself down.

"You sure?"

"Watched them drive off myself. Made the one that offered to stay behind for the tow truck go right along with them and had the bat at my side the entire time."

"That's a good girl." The praise sent a little warmth through you but now was not the time.

"Come on, eat your food before it gets cold. Then, can we just watch a movie and fall asleep on the couch?" You just wanted to be close, feeling him against you, smell him. Be encompassed by his presence in every sense possible. Rusty was safety and had been that since he had first picked you up on the side of the road. And you were admittedly still feeling a little off. Not a fact that you wanted to disclose to the man. The anger disappeared after a long second before he was walking over to you and his warm lips met your forehead.

"Course, darling. If that's what you want, that's what we will do."

"Only after you eat." Wanting to make sure he was taken care of, you had to insist that he ate before anything else. He glanced at the plate before chuckling softly.

"How about this? We curl up on the couch, and I eat while having you laying against me?" That impossibly large hand that you loved, pressed against your hip though he didn't move to bring you any closer together.

"I think I can settle on that compromise." Leaning up, your lips brushed over his cheek this time, a gentle affection that you were happy to shower the man in since he did it in return.

"Good. Go turn on the TV and find something to watch. I'll be right there." He used the touch that he had on you to send you off towards the living room. All would be right in the world with a night of snuggling close to your man. You made sure to stop at the closet and grab that worn blanket that was just perfect for the cooler nights. Though Rusty was practically a human furnace. Still, it was fun to have you both under it and cuddled together. It gave that nice cozy feeling that could put you right to sleep, no matter what was happening around you or had happened.

Settling on the couch, it only took Rusty an additional two minutes to join you, a plate of chicken and potatoes piled practically sky high. Oh yeah, he was fine and hadn't needed dinner at all. You could have laughed at the portions, but then again, he was a big man. You pulled the blanket back, knowing that he would need to eat before he could get under it, least anything ended up on it.

There was a relieved groan as he settled back into the worn couch, kicking his legs out in front of him.

"Anything else happen while I was away?" You shook your head.

"No, it was pretty quiet. I honestly thought I was going to get away with no one showing up before you got home from this trip." Reaching out, your hand lightly rubbed the back of his neck while he began to eat.

"Shouldn't have been anyone at all." You laughed softly.

"Kinda hard to be in a spot where no one else exists. We are pretty close for the most part." He grunted around a mouthful of potato but didn't say anything else about it. Neither did you, choosing to let him eat the remainder of the meal in silence.

The plate had barely hit the table beside the couch when he had his arm around you. The familiar weight and warmth immediately had you melting against him, shifting and resting your head against his shoulder. Smiling to yourself, you felt truly at ease for the first time all day.

"Comfortable?"

"Never been better." A low rumbling laugh left him and you felt a kiss pressed to the top of your head.

"Can't say I can complain about a homecoming like this."

#slasher writing #horror writing #slasher x reader #rusty nail x reader #rusty nail joyride #rusty nail #joy ride #slasher fic #slasher fandom #slasher x you

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softshrimpy · 11 months

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How To Woo A Hot Principal

Chapter 3: Step 3: The not-date

Summary: Working at the weathervane was exactly what you needed. The routine, the people, your co-worked. It certainly helped that a certain tall, blonde, fucking gorgeous woman happened to frequent the cafe. Now some may call hopelessly flirting with your customers inappropriate behavior.

But truly, when it came it Larissa Weems, who could blame you?

I let them shenan once, now they've shenaned again- also this fic will sort of follow canon, but fuck it where I decide I want to. They joys of being a writer. Also so sorry this update took forever, I was depressed as fuck. Love ya 🦐

Chapter 2

Cross Posted on AO3 Here

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“So you’re telling me, the woman of your dreams, the one you’ve been in love with for months-“

“It’s-it’s just a crush let’s not-“

“The very woman you have literally not shut up about since meeting,” James continues, ignoring you, “invites you to accompany her to the harvest festival coming up and you don’t see it as a date?”

“We don’t even know if she likes women let alone me.” You argue.

“Babe you need to open those brilliant little eyes of yours. Of course she’s gay.”

“You don’t know that for sure-“

“No, but I do know no straight woman would experience your sorry ass flirting with them and invite you to the fucking harvest festival.”

You groan, dropping your head against the coffee machine. James had been arguing with you for at least half an hour on whether or not Larissa Weems had invited you on a date when she had asked you to join her at the harvest festival. Now, having only just moved to Jericho you honestly had no idea what the harvest festival even was. Did that stop you from immediately saying yes when she asked though? Absolutely not. You figured any time spent with Larissa, no matter what it was you ended up doing, was time well spent.

However, you did ask James what it was (your first mistake). Which was how you had ended up in this little argument.

“Even if she is gay, she’s so far out of my league.”

“While that may be true-“

“Ouch, thanks for the vote of confidence.” You interrupt, earning you a slap on the arm.

“She seems to want to spend time with you. So you must be doing something right. Anyway, my shift is over but we will talk more about this tomorrow.”

“Oh no, however will I survive without your constant teasing and invasive questions.” You comment.

“I know, you’ll truly suffer. Maybe I’ll ask Galpin to join in on the teasing that way-“

“Don’t involve that poor kid in your devious plans, he need not be corrupted by you.”

He leaves at that with a snort, waving as he goes. Tyler arrives a little while later, giving you a shy wave before getting behind the counter. You decide to take your break, things being a bit quiet at this time of day and let Tyler know before heading into the back.

So all in all, a very normal day so far.

So imagine your surprise when you came back in to find Tyler standing next to Wednesday surrounded by three sad looking pilgrim boys who were laying on the floor groaning in pain. Truly it was almost comical, almost.

“What in the name of fuck happened in here? I was gone for like 10 minutes!” You asked.

“Well-“ Tyler started, only to be interrupted by someone coming through the front door.

And that someone was none other than Sheriff Galpin. You really had nothing against him personally but any and all law enforcement just put you on edge.

“What happened in here?” He asked, eyeing the boys on the ground and then Wednesday.

“They were harassing a customer, she just defended herself,” Tyler replied.

“You mean to tell me this tiny girl beat up these three?”

“I’m sure this was her showing restraint,” you mumble, coming to stand behind the two teens. “Anyway now that that’s all cleared up-“

You’re interrupted by a very troubled and frustrated Larissa stepping through the door. She glances at the boys on the floor, pursing her lips before levelling Wednesday with a look that could make anyone burst into tears.

“Sheriff, apologies. This one…slipped away from me,” she apologizes, “Come on Miss Addams, time to go.” She grits.

“Addams? Is Gomez Addams your father?” The sheriff asks, eyeing Wednesday with what you can only call malice. At Wednesday’s nod, he continues.

“That man should be behind bars. I'm guessing the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. I'll have my eye on you.” He warns before storming out.

The four of you look at each other, Larissa’s glare burning holes into Wednesday’s head, while Tyler looks embarrassed and confused.

“Tyler, no offense really, but your dad is a prick.” You say.

“Sorry.” He sighs.

“You two are all right though? None of these prissy pilgrims hurt either of you?” You ask, giving each of them a cursory check.

“Yeah Wednesday handled it, you should’ve seen her-“ Tyler starts but stops himself when he notices the intense glaring match between Larissa and Wednesday.

“Right well, Wednesday,” you start, hoping to ease the tension a bit. “I’m sorry these boys caused trouble for you. But you two probably have to get back to nevermore?”

“Yes. We do. Miss Addams, please go wait in the car. And don’t run off this time or else,” Larissa threatens, earning a huff from the girl as she exits the shop.

“It seems you’ve got an escape artist with you.” You joke.

“I do apologize. Wednesday is- she-“ she sighs rubbing her face.

“Hey it’s okay,” you start grabbing her forearm and squeezing it reassuringly. “Are you alright? Need anything?”

She shakes her head, and you must be imagining things because it almost looks like she’s blushing.

“No, I should get her back before she tries to escape again.”

“She’s probably already hatching plans. But remember I’m always here. Or just a phone call away. However, I don’t have the arm strength for digging graves so...”

She snorts at that, shaking her head and grabbing your hand, giving it a squeeze before leaving. You watch her go, smiling before turning around to see Tyler grinning at you.

“What?”

“So you and Principal Weems huh?” He snorts.

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You had to admit, for a small town, Jericho did know how to hold a pretty cool festival.

You were standing at the entrance to the harvest festival taking in the sight. There were stalls with games set up (no doubt rigged to hell and gone) and various carnival rides set up. You were a little impressed with how well put together the event seemed.

But the time to lose your money at carnival games and eat overpriced food was later. You had to find Larissa.

Honestly, it wasn’t hard, for one she was a walking goddess and tall as fuck so she was easy to spot. And second, the minute you saw Wednesday Addams, you found Larissa close by.

You stopped when you spotted her, standing in her greenish(the lighting wasn’t helping your color analysis) jacket with gloves on. She almost looked out of place; someone who dressed so prim and proper at a little festival with sticky food and children screaming. But she really did always look immaculate.

You decided to stop staring at her like a creep and hurried over to her. She was currently standing at one of the booths, feigning interest in the prizes but actually watching Wednesday. She was so focused on the girl that she didn’t even notice you standing next to her. You stood there for a solid minute before whispering.

“Worried she’ll pull another escape attempt?”

You had expected to scare her, yes, but what you hadn’t anticipated was Larissa letting out the most adorable shriek. She turns to face you, sporting a slight blush and clearing her throat.

“Ahem, sorry about that you uh- you startled me.” She stammers

You giggle, actually giggle, and immediately slap a hand over your mouth, slightly mortified. The two of you stand side by side, embarrassed and blushing like two teenagers. Speaking of teens, not ten seconds later a smirking Wednesday and beaming Enid appear in front of you both.

“Miss Sinclair, Miss Addams,” Larissa starts, regaining her composure, “I hope you two are enjoying yourselves.”

“Oh immensely. Bright lights and laughter are where I feel most at home.” Wednesday deadpans, earning a snort from you.

“I’m super excited. Wednesday said she’d try win me a prize!” Enid squeals.

“Oh? She did?” You ask, grinning. “That’s so nice of you Wednesday.”

You swear you see her cheeks turn pink before she huffs and walks away, mumbling to herself. Enid apologizes before running off, leaving you and Larissa alone again.

“They’re totally in love.” You comment.

“Indeed, I wonder which of them will figure it out first.” Larissa chuckles.

“I’m putting my money on Enid. She seems more in tune with her emotions.”

“I wouldn’t underestimate Miss Addams, she can be quite intuitive when she wants to be.”

“I don’t know, she seems the type to avoid her feelings as long as she can.”

She snorts at that before linking her arm with yours and heading further into the festival. She started telling you about the previous years’ harvest festivals and how she often spent them. You noticed she liked to talk with her hands, well hand in this case.

She soon dragged you over to a table and told you to wait while she went to get what she called “the best by far” hamburgers from a stall nearby. You sat at the table, quickly checking your messages when Wednesday appeared in front of you carrying a rather large stuffed panda.

“Did you win that for Enid?” You asked.

“It’s for Weems. You give it to her.” You said shoving the big guy in your direction.

“Wait what? Why did you- and she’s gone.” You remarked watching her black pigtails disappear in the crowd.

A few moments later Larissa returned with the food. She sat next to you, handing you a burger before speaking.

“You must try these, I look forward to them each year.” She smiled, before noticing the panda. “Where did you get that?”

“Oh uh- well actually it’s for you?” You started, picking up the bear and holding it toward her, “you’d never guess who-“

You had squeezed the lil guy when all of a sudden a voice played from it.

“I love you!”

You froze, staring at the bear and feeling your cheeks heat up. Of all prizes Wednesday could’ve given you, she gave you the one that said that? You wanted to believe she had no idea but a part of you wondered if this wasn’t revenge for your teasing earlier.

“I-I didn’t- I had no idea it would-“ you stammered.

She chuckled, pulling the bear out of your hands and giving you a kiss on the cheek.

“That’s very sweet, thank you darling.”

You’d have to thank Wednesday later (assuming she hadn’t tried to run away again). Larissa put the bear down on the bench before sitting down next to you bumping your shoulder with hers before instructing you to start eating.

The two of you sat and ate, and goddamn she was right the burgers really were delicious. Not that you doubted her. Although the entire experience would’ve been a lot less magical had it not been for Larissa sitting next to you, so close your shoulders were touching as she happily ate her burger and spoke to you between bites.

The two of you then headed back into the festivities. You insisted on trying to win Larissa another stuffed animal (you wanted it to be from you, not from Wednesday, even if the one you ended up winning was a considerably smaller stuffed duck.)

You had to admit, it did feel like a date. You kept trying to stop yourself from thinking like that, Larissa was just being friendly and you hadn’t really had a close friend who was a woman for years so you had no idea if this was just regular friendship or she was actually flirting with you.

But you pushed all those thoughts aside and just enjoyed the time you were spending with her. Well, you were enjoying your time together before a young girl came running up to Larissa, she honestly looked like she’d seen a ghost.

“Principal Weems I- I’m sorry to interrupt but Wednesday said Rowan’s been attacked and-and killed in the woods. I don’t- she said it was some kind of monster? I-“ she stammers, obviously troubled.

“Alright, deep breaths. Okay, there we go. Right. Go find Miss Thornhill and tell her to get her to gather the rest of the students and head back to Nevermore. I’ll call the sheriff and be with you shortly. It’ll be alright Miss Barclay, thank you for coming to me.” She says, ushering the girl away.

Bianca nods before turning on her heel and running off to find the teacher Larissa mentioned. Larissa turns to you, smiling apologetically.

“I’m sorry darling. This is not how I envisioned this evening ending. I need to go but promise me you’ll head straight home? If-if there is any merit to Wednesday’s story I would be beside myself if something were to happen to you.” She murmurs squeezing your hand.

You nod, assuring her you understand and you’ll head home. You urge her to be careful and you’re about to let her leave before you stop her.

“Give me your phone.” You ask, holding out your hand.

“Darling I- what?”

“I’m putting my number in your phone so you can message me when you get back to Nevermore, safe and sound.” You insist.

She looks shocked for a moment, then confused before finally settling on a rather flustered expression before handing you her phone. You hand it back to her after adding yourself as a contact(you saved yourself as ‘Favorite Barista’ which makes her chuckle.) you reiterate that she has to message you when she returns to Nevermore and give her a kiss on the cheek before ushering her away. As soon as her blushing form is out of sight you head back to your car and drive home.

It’s only after you’ve entered your small apartment that your actions register. You are absolutely mortified that you behaved the way you did and can’t help but overthink every action for the next hour or so. You’re wallowing in self-loathing and misery when your phone pings with a new message.

You quickly check who it’s from, noticing the unknown number and hastily open the message.

Hello darling, it’s Larissa. I’m back at Nevermore, safe and sound. There was no sign of Rowan, despite Wednesday’s adamance about what she saw. All this to say, everything is fine.

You sigh, relieved she and the kids are safe. You’re about to send a reply when another message comes through.

And thank you for looking out for me tonight. It’s been a while since anybody has worried for my safety. I appreciate your care.❤️

#larissa weems x reader #principal weems #larissa x reader #larissa weems #wednesday #principal larissa weems #HTWAHP

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Never Alone With You

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Prompts

Requested by: @mostlymarvelsstuff

"I feel your absence in everything that I do alone, in every place I go without you." (27)

Warnings: None, just fluff.

A deep, persistent ache settled within Natasha's chest as she entered the quinjet; this dreadful assignment of a week long undercover mission—something that once brought her joy in the form of a multitude of adrenaline rushes, now only serves to bring her immense pain. Her mind anxiously searches, a bit pointlessly, for the reason, a saddened smile eventually covering her face when she reaches it; you.

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You were to blame; had she just never entered that coffee shop in Manhattan on the third of October five years ago then she'd likely still be joyfully kicking ass, but now she fights with resentment for her good deeds; anything that keeps her from you seems rather pointless. There's hundreds of agents Fury could choose from, but he still sends her on the simplest of recon missions, it's honestly offensive, they're below her Avenger pay grade, and she quite frankly doesn't have the time for such frivolity.

Not when all she wants is to spend every waking minute with you, making all your rambled about dreams come true, and in a way many of them have become hers too. If you'd asked her what her dreams were before you she'd always say she had none, even when that wasn't close to true, she just didn't feel deserving enough to entertain them. Now that she has you though, her answer—always relayed with a lopsided smirk, is that she doesn't need to dream anymore when her wildest one already came true. Boasting about you to anyone will listen is her favorite thing to do, and in turn it's your favorite to evade. Natasha always winds up laughing wildly when you tug on her hand, or hide away in her chest, but she does it whilst rubbing a soothing hand up your back, quelling your persistent anxiety.

The former assassin lays her head down on her pillow that first night, with your lived in hoodie on the pillow beneath her head and your photo clutched tightly to her chest, falling into and out of one of the most restless sleeps of her life. The week continues on just the same too, she enters the jet without anything but getting to you on her mind. With bags in her hands, and under her eyes, she settles into the cockpit.

T-minus two hours, and she'll have you in her arms again, where you belong always.

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You'd been worried sick all week, as you always were when Natasha had to leave for a mission, and when said mission was no contact your anxiety was made that much worse. Natasha was an Avenger to the world, but to you she was so much more than her given title; it had always rubbed you the wrong way how the world only treated her as if she was a machine. As if she wasn't allowed to have flaws, because if she did then she'd be of no use to them, and in theory to the world, but that wasn't the case.

Natasha was the sweetest person you'd ever met, all the media told lies about her being a stone cold assassin went out the cafe window when she first smiled at you. Caught in the widows web you always joked, but it wasn't a fable, Natasha had your heart from day one.

Today was the day she was meant to return to you, you'd spent all of yesterday cleaning the house in preparation, and now you stood with a warm mug in one hand, your phone in the other, and a smile on your face once your phone pinged. Looking down to see the one emoji'd text from her— a home, the sight alone had the power to make your anxiety melt away.

Before leaving the house you made sure to pet Liho., "Mommy will be home soon sweetie.," you coo'd while scratching his chin, and he meowed, almost as if he knew what you said. You reckon he did on some level, this sequence was a familiar one for him as you grabbed your keys and set off to meet your lover at the base.

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Once the jet landed Natasha was already at the back of the jet., "You really missed her, huh?," she turned to her mission partner with a sad smile., "More than I ever imagined possible.," Wanda placed a comforting hand to her best friend's shoulder., "You know, you could always retire from Shield.," Natasha furrowed her brows at the younger woman words, the thought had crossed her mind, but she didn't ever make any moves to do it., "Just tell Fury you'll be available for the end of the world nonsense, but that it's only fair you have off time off like the others do for a family."

Natasha ponders her wise words, family standing out to her the most as she daydreams. A soft smile taking over her face at the idea of you waddling around your shared place with a protruding belly, to eventually aiding you in all things baby related, and she was so caught up in the magic of her mind she didn't register the door opening, or the tears running down her face, but you sure did, and it wasn't more than a seconds time before you were at her side.

"Natasha, honey.," you softly lifted her head by her chin., "Are you okay baby? Are you with me?," your hands slid to cup her cheeks, part of you trying to comfort your distraught lover, while the other was assessing her face for harm. The redhead looked at your face through hazy eyes, rapidly blinking away her tears in the hopes of finally seeing you after a long week, and once her vision was clear she smiled gratefully., "Hi.," you chuckled at her meek greeting, then pulled her in for a hug., "Hey."

Natasha's arms were tightly around your waist, her bags now dropped on either side of your conjoined bodies, while her head rested on your chest, an ear over your calming heartbeat. The crying while staring at the ground was a bit different for you, normally she runs into your arms with a wide smile, but this softer part, where she allows your heart to bring her back to a simpler headspace is generally expected. After what she sees when she's gone, or what she's made to do, she finds that just this simple hug remedies her mind's harshest demons.

"Ready to go home yet love?," you query after a half hour of silent embracing had passed, you wouldn't willingly admit it, but the rigid stance was hurting your back., "You are my home.," the way she clung to you tighter while declaring you her home warmed you entirely., "But yes, we can get out of here.," as soon as she pulled away you dropped your lips to meet hers in a surprise attack, her squeak of pure shock left you to pull away without her reciprocation to giggle wildly., "Detka, stooop, I'm tired."

A whining Natasha was secretly your favorite, her feelings were hardly ever filtered, and her usual teasing fell by the wayside. Every part of Natasha is your favorite actually, you wouldn't change anything about her, but this little niche of hers held a slightly elevated space in your heart, because her thoughts were purely her. What she says is her desire, it's how you were proposed to, and that's still one of your most fondest memories to date., "Let's go then."

After you settled her bags over your shoulders Natasha clambered right into your open arms, clinging to you adorably, like a koala, sighing at the relief that being off her feet and in your arms always seemed to bring her. She wasn't ever worried about the judging stares, because everyone knew to avert their curious eyes from you, not wanting to end up on the agents list.

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Once you made it home, in a similar position as you previously were you carried her straight into the kitchen. Where you'd set her down on the counter with the already prepared peanut butter sandwiches that she instantly reached for. Natasha hummed appreciatively at the simple flavor, you giggled at how easy she was to please, and again when she tried to speak. Due to the glue like texture of the peanut butter she was clearly struggling. The pout she gave you was enough to crack your heart, looking as if she were wounded, so you passed her the prepared thermos of coffee, and she beamed.

"Thank you detka.," You nodded, smirking as you went to take a bite of your own sandwich, made with jelly because you weren't crazy like your wife., "You're welcome love, even if it did pain me to make the favored atrocity.," your wife groaned, but her eyes were swimming with amusement. Silly moments like these were what you always offered her after her missions, even when she could see you had a tough week of your own, nothing seemed to matter more to you than tending to her.

It overwhelmed her a lot of the time to see just how deeply your love for her truly ran, she felt undeserving, but then you'd smile at her, just like you were now from across the kitchen, and she was reminded of every single reassurance you've ever whispered to her in the past.

"You're not your past Natalia, you never were the monster they tried to make you out to be. You're an angel actually, just gotta spread your wings, and I promise you'll sore."

"I love you today, I'll love you tomorrow, and I'll love you for every foreseeable day after."

"I'm yours Nat, wholeheartedly so, please never forget that."

"You, my precious girl, deserve the world, and I can't wait to give it all to you."

The comfort of your previous words washes over her as she gazes at your focused features. Peeling the orange she knew was about to be hers, your usual attempt to fight off any of the germs she likely brought home., "Catch the citrus, not the cold.," she mocked you in the same moment you tossed the peeled fruit her way, receiving a heatless glare from you that earned you that deep melodic laughter of hers.

Natasha saw you moving about, cleaning the mess you made preparing the lunch earlier. She admired your persistence to keep a tidy home, but she always hated the space between your bodies, so she hopped down from her spot on the counter and made her way over to you. A content breath flowed from her nostrils as she was now laying her cheek against your back, while her arms wrapped securely around you from behind., "I missed you.," she tiredly sighs, as if her clinging to you wasn't already an indicator of her spoken words., "Yeah? I hadn't noticed.," you joked, laughing softly when she groaned against you., "I missed you too love, are you ready for a shower?," lazily she nodded against your back, and without any warning you spun around in her hold, splashing her with the residual water on your hands, and removing yourself from her hold for safety.

"Oh my gosh, Y/N!!!," she gasped, which slowly faded into a tired scolding of your name. All you could do was laugh at her, so hard in fact that you were clutching your stomach and started to cry. The sight of her genuinely shocked face with water droplets spread all about was priceless. Usually the two of you had your routine, but on rare occasions like today you enjoyed stirring it up, and it appears Natasha does too, the smirk taking over her face as she approached you a telltale sign., "You're the actual worst.," she humorously lies., "Yeah, I know, I'm just the devil."

The both of you made your way upstairs after sharing a moment of laughter, and a soft kiss. Natasha immediately undressed once crossing the threshold of your bedroom, you followed behind her, tossing her discarded clothing into the bin, and following it up with your own. Stood outside the shower your wife looks to you expectantly, your eyes then begin to wander her body, taking note of how careful she had to have been to be free of markings., "I'm so proud of you Natty, coming home to me safe and sound like promised.," she beamed at the praising, then within the next she was melting into your hand that held her cheek., "Always my bestest, bravest girl.," she hummed when you leaned in to kiss her deeply while your other hand waded beneath the water.

Natasha was in the most serene state as your fingers carded your woodsy scented products through her tangled red tresses, humming as you promptly rinsed them out just before washing her body just as intently. Though you'd always protested, she made sure to at least return the favor by washing your body just the same while you handled your own hair. Calloused fingertips would trace over your skin as her hand ran the soaped up loofah over every part of your body. Her heart always felt elated, it filling her with immense swirls of love and pride to be able to share such a tenderness.

All her life she'd been made to use these hands of hers to bring harm, but with you they only ever offered soft, comforting touches, and it's in moments like these she's reminded that she is more than all her forced evil's of the past. That she's done bad, but she isn't a bad person. It's in these subtle moments of intimacy shared with you, that transcend a carnal need, that she finds the most peace, feeling all that love she was meant to have all along, and knowing now without a single doubt that she indeed deserves to move beyond being any agency's weapon.

"Natty, I am almost positive I'm clean.," the amusement in your voice settled the worry in her chest as she took notice of your agitated skin. The loofah had clearly run dry of suds while she was lost in her thoughts, and for some reason you just allowed her the moment., "I'm fine love, it's just a surface level scratch.," you immediately disregarded the 'injury,' and leaned down to kiss her deepening pout away., "Follow me now angel, time to melt away all the worries that are plaguing your mind.," Natasha accepted your extended hand, an unreadable expression was on her face, and it worried you ever so slightly, but you were also hopeful your massage would help to calm her.

Natasha's eyes pleaded with you to stay close when you went to briefly leave her on the bed, the subtle pain in her eyes as she worked to let go of the life she once knew, for the one she desperately wanted to acclimate to present. Sadly though, you weren't trained to read her the way she could you, so all you offered was a kiss to her nose, and a whispered reminder that you'd only be but a minute while collecting your warming lotions.

A groan of relief left your wife's lips as your hands settled on her shoulders, you watched her eyes flutter closed expectantly before moving even further down her tense body. There was nothing sexual about the way your hands grazed over her breasts, you only had intentions to melt away all the stress that had accumulated within her body this past week. Unfiltered groans of appreciation left your wife's lips as soon as you kneaded her mounds, it's not something many people would ever consider, but a lot of the time her breasts are sore from spending so much time in those restrictive suits, and your expert ministrations always find a way to relieve the tension.

With every ache in her muscles you'd relieved, it was as if it was being displaced to her heart. Wanda's words were weighing heavy on her, and she couldn't stop her mouth from uttering her deepest pains., "I feel your absence in everything that I do alone.," your hands stilled on her calve, the shake in her voice making your heart drop into your stomach., "...in every place I go without you."

In a seconds time you were face to face with your wife, hovering over her with a concerned expression etched into your features. Natasha smiled up at you, using her hands she urged your body to lie on hers, then she continued., "It's like, my heart doesn't beat right without yours within a comfortable distance.,” you gave her a look of understanding, causing her heart to ache at the thought of you being equally as hurt every time she left you to aide the world, the same one that you felt didn’t deserve her.

She gently cupped your cheeks, smiling at you while tears filled her eyes in direct contrast., “I’m done living a life that doesn’t serve our future detka.,” she chuckled lightly, using her thumb to massage out the furrow in your brow before returning her hand to your cheek., “This, right here, these moments are all I need. You, detka, are my past, my present, and my future, and with that being the case I’ve quit.”

“I’ll still Avenge from time to time, but the rest is history, Fury wasn’t thrilled, but he said he understood, and wished us well.,” your bright smile, and teary eyes made your wife’s choice that much easier, there was no room for doubt when you were this excited over the prospect., “Time for you and I to start that family, yeah?,” Just as soon as you went to nod your approval a loud, clearly offended meow rang throughout the bedroom, and your face flew right into your wife’s neck with unbridled laughter to follow., “To continue our family, my apologies Liho.,” your wife corrected herself with faux sincerity, then she joined in with the obnoxious laughter as yours had failed to cease.

After the both of you calmed down enough you pulled back to look into your lovers eyes once more, wanting to see if the prior words spoken were the whole truth. Natasha didn’t need to ask what you were doing, she just laid there, allowing you your silent bout of observation., “So this is it then Natty?,” she nodded softly, her hand once again was caressing your cheek, and pulling you in for a tender, yet deep kiss., “We’re going to be mommies.,” you giggled against her lips, and your excitement led to a new wave of tears for the former assassin.

Never in her life had she thought she’d find someone willing to love her, let alone be willing to start a family with her, but everyday she thanks the stars above that you challenged every misconception she had about love. There was nothing to really fear when you scooped her fragile little heart up and into your hands, using your abundance of free flowing love to fill up all the deep cracks, and now, because of you for the first time ever she’s been made whole.

“YA lyublyu tebya.,” her wavering voice filled the little space between you, your lips pressed to hers in a reaffirming manner before you pulled back to look into her eyes., “I love you too Natty, with all of my heart; I’m all yours.,” she melted at your words, and you pressed a kiss to her forehead before continuing to return to massaging your wife. Observing her face, a bittersweet feeling settled in your chest when you realized this was the last time you’d likely be performing this post mission sequence, so you made sure to make it a memorable one.

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yanderes-galore · 11 months

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Can I get a romantic rivalry thing for Karma vs Asano concept from Assassination Classroom, please?

Sure! The cool thing is how similar their characters are :) I'll see what I have for this.

Yandere! Karma Akabane vs Asano Gakushu

Pairing: Romantic - Rivalry

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Jealousy, Sabotage mention, Manipulation, Violence, Stalking, Swearing briefly, Forced relationship, Kidnapping mention.

Let's start with their yandere behavior.

Karma is Manipulative/Cunning, Obsessive, Sadistic, Impulsive, Jealous/Possessive, yet also Empathetic and Laid-back.

Gakushu is Obsessive, Manipulative, Controlling, Possessive, and very Persistent.

The two act very similar and share some traits.

Despite Karma looking like he has more traits, you could argue they're even or Gakushu is worse due to his popularity.

Both yanderes share the Obsessive, Manipulative, and Possessive yandere trait.

They would never be yanderes who share, however.

They are both yandere who like to mess with your head but they'd have so much conflict.

First of all... they're in two different classes.

Gakushu is the best of the best, while Karma is part of Class-E... a class looked down upon.

Karma has a tendency to be more violent than Gakushu, but Gakushu can still be a threat.

You could meet either first, it doesn't entirely matter.

The other will eventually know about you.

You could be part of a higher class like Gakushu or be in Class-E like Karma.

When they do meet each other they seem like the type to give passive aggressive comments towards each other.

They already have a strained rivalry with each other but it only gets worse when they realize they both like you.

Karma is going to, of course, taunt Gakushu about it.

This frustrates Gakushu but he tries to keep a calm personality and vows to show Karma where he belongs.

He'll even do some taunting of his own.

They are both the type of yandere to be intrigued when they're hooked on you, researching and watching you to determine why you invade their thoughts so often.

Karma is going to tease you as he always does, he'd also rub the fact he's able to in Gakushu's face.

Gakushu isn't one for teasing... but seeing Karma so laid-back around you is infuriating.

What does he think he's doing?

Karma takes joy in harassing Gakushu.

He likes to get in his rival's head.

Gakushu likes to do the same to Karma, but it's not out of sadistic desire.

He messes with Karma in an attempt to get him to back off.

Karma mostly likes to be a pain in the ass to Gakushu as he's concerned about what he'd do to you if he let him have you.

Karma has empathy towards you... unlike Gakushu.

The dynamic is Gakushu trying to manipulate you into trusting him and only him... after all, he sees you as his little puppet/doll to play with.

Meanwhile Karma is trying to sabotage Gakushu the entire time, wanting to keep you to himself instead of leaving you to some popular kid.

If not, then the other way around happens.

There would be fights.

Karma is eager to use violence against Gakushu, especially if it means he gets to keep you.

Gakushu normally uses other means to get rid of rivals... but when it comes to Karma...

Part of him wants to beat him at his own game.

A blow to the ego

They're both pretty selfish yanderes.

They like the idea of molding your mind into what they want and keeping you as their plaything.

They taunt each other, they get into verbal fights, and they even get physical.

It's easy to think that Karma is better due to his Assassination Class when it comes to fighting.

But I'd argue that Gakushu, as the plotting principal's son, is somewhat even matched if not a little lower.

Their goals with you are very similar.

Karma cares more for you than Gakushu does though.

Gakushu is more in love with obtaining you and controlling you at first.

Karma's obsession starts with intrigue and curiosity towards you, before finally falling for you because you're you.

They both utilize charisma to convince their darling and it's like they mirror each other in yandere behavior at times.

Essentially, their entire rivalry is countering each other.

They'd both flirt, they both feel you're theirs... it's a game of tug of war.

Gakushu is more calculating than playful in his yandere behavior but besides that they rival each other in behavior.

That's what happens with foil characters... they're similar to their counterpart yet have differences to emphasize other traits.

They'd both be capable of kidnapping.

Karma learned it for hostages in his class.

Gakushu learned it from his father... probably... that's up in the air.

Karma may be a bit more capable of murder than Gakushu, but Gakushu can still make rivals disappear if he feels it's needed.

They both have such similar goals... yet despise the idea of allowing the other to win at anything.

There's no point in making a choice... both of them are nearly identical... in the end your fate is the same... a toy to play with as much as they desire.

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rootsofdread · 1 year

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how about a survivor whos entire thing is that they fight back? and not just laurie strode's DS, but like actual fist fighting, shoving and biting enough to have some killers trying to back up :) they shove killers into hooks to slow them, punch to stun, biting and cackling while picked up because they're feral!! it'd be funny to see them react to someone screaming with laughter while bleeding, charging at them to buy other survivors time. (atleast one survivor added maybe? :) )

this was kind of a fun one! i did two survivors and two killers for ya <33

Meg Thomas:

Meg is used to being the one that's distracting the killer long enough for the other survivors to get things done. When she first ran into you and saw you punching and shoving the killer around — she couldn't believe there was someone else in the fog as crazy as she was. She still can't, honestly.

She uses the time you buy her wisely, and works on generators while you distract the killer. The second it's done she runs to check on you, to make sure you hadn't been downed or hooked while she was working.

If you're injured, she tells you to switch off with her so you don't end up getting yourself killed like this. You may be stubborn, but so is she. She runs in and taunts the killer to steal their attention, leading them away from you.

She knows there's about a 50/50 chance that you'll chase her and go after the killer again without healing. She always hopes it's the other fifty, but as long as she can make sure you don't die in this trial, she supposes she can live with it.

David King:

David loves having a partner with as much of a fighting spirit as he has. From the moment he met you, he feels like he knows you like the back of his hand and that feeling only increases with time. He knows that when you throw yourself at the killer he should be leaving to work on generators with everyone else to escape, but he can’t bring himself to throw away a good fight.

He jumps into the fray with you, attacking the killer right by your side. You both know none of them can actually even feel pain, it just gives both of you the satisfaction of lashing out at your torturers and knowing you’re giving the rest of your team plenty of time to work on your escape.

He knows you would rather stay, but if you get seriously hurt by the killer David picks you up and hauls ass out of there. He loves you, and he loves that you love to fight back, but even he knows when enough is enough and you need to split to heal. He tells you that you both can go straight back once both of you are healthy.

Fighting with you gives him more of a thrill than when he fought others alone. He thinks it may just be protecting you, or maybe it’s the fact he gets to fight with someone else as nuts and passionate and violent as he is. He doesn’t care which it is.

Evan MacMillan / The Trapper:

Evan, usually, absolutely loathes anyone who fights back, for the simple reason of he’s gotten enough shit from the Entity and he won’t take any more. But he seems to enjoy the fight that you put up, almost like it’s fun for him to try to stop and catch you.

He is always perplexed by the fact you seem to take joy in this, too, but in a different way. You remind him a little too much of himself; it’s not a hunt for you, it’s a game. A game to see how long you can hold him off and let your team get as much done as possible. A game that he intends to win.

He attempts to ignore you, most of the time, hoping you’ll tire yourself out. It slowly becomes impossible when you ram your shoulder into him to knock him over, and when you repeatedly hit him as he’s setting his traps, and when you shove other survivors out of his way.

When he gets tired of your shenanigans, he grabs you and throws you into one of his traps. But he’s a good sport, and lets you get out. He wishes he wasn’t a good sport when you jump out and bite his arm. This is when you earn his ire and the game really starts. He’ll spend the rest of the trial trying to kill you.

Adriana Imai / The Skull Merchant:

Adriana normally would be upset by something like this. You may ruin her makeup, after all, or chip her nails. Punishment would be swift for anyone else who even dared fight back against her. But you…You’re different. There’s just something about you, something about your spirit, your determination to keep her away from your teammates. It makes you fun to chase, she likes it.

Even though she knows you’re purposefully throwing yourself at her to distract her, she still gives herself to you for the sake of the chase. She enjoys roughhousing, getting her hands dirty. Only with you. She’s decided you’re the ultimate prey.

She gives about as good as she gets when the two of you fight. She almost always has you pretty severely injured, waiting until you show any little shred of weakness to get you down and bring you to a hook. She’s watching, and she’s waiting.

She loves showing off her strength to you by being able to hold you back from hitting or shoving her away. She grips your neck, smirk hidden by her mask still evident in her eyes. You know she’s thinking of throwing you on a hook and revelling in the sense of superiority she knows it would give her.

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