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punkeropercyjackson · 2 months

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Stephanie Brown:

Is poor

Has an abusive dad who was also a supervillain and that led to her becoming a superhero to spoil his plans but she focused a lot on helping out other less fortunate people in addition to fighting crime

Did badly often in school despite her extreme intellegence

Has anger issues and violent tendencies that manifest in her getting extra brutal in fights and being lowkey mean in general but she almost entierly directs it to people who deserve it

Is emotionally intense with ways of showing friendship that her classmates found offputting and that led to her being isolated from them and having almost no friends

Listens to Metallica

Took Tim Drake on a date to a shitty basement party with a bunch of alt teens

Was willing to kill at 14,including her own dad and only changed that because Bruce Wayne convinced her too

Loved Cassandra Cain romantically in a gritty dark future Batman run,has been Batwoman in two which is a mantle that has been held exclusively by a Kate Kane who is a butch lesbian and has shown multiple hints of being bi in the main timelines

Yelled and screamed at and even assaulted grown ass adults in her teen years for treating her badly with no fear and this stays into her adulthood

Grew up to be a Team Mom by at least her Batgirl days and the targets of her mothering were a biracial boy(Damian Wayne),two darkskin black girls(Nell Little and Tiffany Fox),a japanese girl(Maps Mizoguchi)and MANY other unnamed kids we see her being implied to care for

Presents super femininely but in a way that most guys in-universe find bad instead of attractive and she dosen't care about this because she dosen't want normies

Is a literature nerd,an artist,a gamer,a pianist AND a gymnist

Makes her own superhero gear

Uses optimism for a better world and trauma fueled spite as her motivation for heroism

Got treated like shit by almost everyone as a kid but we see this explicitly in her hero days with how much Bruce puts her down because she wasn't good enough for him

Does activism even outside of hero work

Is canonically pastel punk and accidentally autistic-coded and genuinely a real weirdgirl,not a fucking 'basic white girl' or a queen bee just because she's blonde and blue eyed and it's worth noting she's also been described as flat-chested as a jab but it not working because she loves her looks perfectly and that she's never shown any particular liking for being blonde and seeing as she got her hair from her dad,this is completely valid

She's Stephanie Brown,not Stacie White.Stop.Making.Her.Only.Trait.Her.Gender.Babygirl deserves better

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real-hot-grl-shi · 2 months

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I need to clean it up a little but I actually love this so far tbh

+ a small doodle

She is such a fucking bimbo istg I LOVE HER DESIGN SO MUCH

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cardboardheartss · 5 months

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Jenny Park (박제니) Mini Personality Reading

⚠️DISCLAIMER! TAROT CARDS ARE NOT 100% ACCURATE! TAKE EVERYTHING WITH A GRAIN OF SALT! IF MY INTERPRETATIONS ARE INCORRECT FEEL FREE TO CORRECT ME!⚠️

6oW rx, The Hanged Man, 5oW, The Fool rx, PoS rx, 7oP rx, KoC rx, 4oP, 9oW, 4oS & 7oC rx

Jenny is really hardworking! She usually finds herself journaling all her thoughts (as she mentioned in her QnA video), she is highly spiritual and is able to make a manifestations come to life! No matter what paths she decides on taking, she will succeed, she just need to be in touch with her intuition and should also follow her heart too.

Jenny is well respected by those around her, she has achieved so much for the past few years and so many people respect her, because she really is making an impact for black and blasian content creators.

Now on the negative side, Jenny seems to have a lot of self-esteem issues, and is prone to more mental health issues. She might need to also go to therapy to deal with any issues she has.

She has unrecognized identity issues too. Jenny is highly career driven and will do anything to be stable financially, since she has a fear of losing money and her reputation in the industry. So that leads her to be unavailable in relationships… I believe.

Jenny works in a very competitive environment, andd in an overly competitive country/culture. She’s constantly climbing the reputation ladder and is making sure to distance herself from all sorts of drama and gossip going around. Unfortunately, since she’s half black, she has to work 10x more harder to receive recognition and proper pay.

Jenny might feel very overwhelmed and confused at times, and feels like giving up… (my poor pookie 😔). She may enjoy dreaming big but is sometimes unsure and she is too scared to take the leap of faith and go into the unknown.

Thank you for reading!📦

(19/01/2024)

#tarot #tarot reading #astro community #jenny park #blasian #fashion model #youtube #therapy #black tarot readers

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iluffyouxo · 10 months

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𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 || 𝚝𝚘̄𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚘̄ 𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚜𝚞𝚐𝚊𝚢𝚊

What exactly do you do when the world falls at your feet? When your freedom is slipping from your fingertips? And no one around you is on your side?

I pace through my room as these unbearable thoughts race through my head. My nails dig deep into my arm until I feel the tiniest trickle of warm blood, and I momentarily hoped the cut wouldn’t scar.

There was a slight moment where I felt like I couldn’t breathe, my vision blurred despite my efforts not to cry, but—before an inevitable panic attack could fully emerge from the twisting pang in my chest—there’s a rapping at my door.

Abruptly halting the tears on my cheeks and the blood running down my palm. I sniff, “Who is it?” My voice rang small in my ears. “Hey, can I come in?” The words were muffled and hard to understand but I knew that unmistakable voice anywhere.

“Renji…?” I slowly opened my door and peaked my head through the crack. However, my brother had taken it as an invitation to push the door against me and welcome himself inside my room.

His back faces me when I turned around to gaze upon him curiously, “What’re you doing here? Shouldn’t you be studying with Rukia and Ichigo at this hour?” Renji only looks at me over his shoulder, “What’re you talking about? It’s almost nighttime, Jakuchō.” With wide eyes my head whips to look out the window to find the night sky closely upon us. Had I truly been moping in my room for hours?

My stare travels downward at the bareness of my feet. “I could’ve sworn it was still the afternoon,” I murmured to myself.

I hear the light steps of Renji walking towards me before his feet—clad in white sneakers—are displayed in my sight. He sighs and pulls me into his chest. “Jakuchō…are you okay…?”

That question, oh, those mere painful words are what I desperately did not want to hear. Especially from my younger brother. Despite our significant age difference of five and a half years, he was much more stronger than I (perhaps due to the fact that he is a boy), I am reprimanded to no end how my younger siblings are better than I.

I had to keep up the façade that I was fine despite receiving such horrid news from father earlier in the day—now proven to have been much later than I had anticipated—I nodded my head yes. “Of course I am—“ But, the fresh tears I felt ruined what little pride I had left, “—not. How could I be? I am to be wed to a man I barely even know. And he’s younger than me, at that!”

I scoff between cries, “Father is disposing of me as if I’m some sort of harlot who’s brought her family to ruin.”

“Well, of course, you hussy,” a high pitched voice cackled behind me, “You brought ruin to us long ago…being born out of wedlock and showing up on our doorstep years later will do that.” I turn in Renji’s grasp to be met with the basis of my torment for all these years. The youngest and the favorite of the Abarai children: Abarai Akari.

Renji snarls as I open my mouth to bite back at her words, “Who the hell asked you Akari?” She ignores him and, much like Renji, she solicits her own welcome into my bedroom.

“An illegitimate child should be wedded off as soon as she’s of age as to not hinder her family any further, isn’t that only fair? Mother and father gave you a roof over your head so you wouldn’t be alone in the world when that whore died—serves her right.” Akari cackles at her words as I glare at her.

“You evil wench!” Her words, suddenly, holds venom as she began to yell at me. “Father should’ve turned you down into the mud! Now he’s seen his mistake and I’ll be the rightful heir to his company!” Akari points and cackles maniacally.

Renji finally lets go of me with a huff, “Wouldn’t I be next in line?” Akari scoffs, flipping her hair over a dainty shoulder, “Oh, please, you’re far too stupid to handle a business; you’re better off going to the military than making the family bankrupt.”

With a sly smile across her pale face she twirls around to leave. “Please, you two, do good by the Abarai name and make me an only child.” It was only when her obnoxious guffawing echoed through the hall that I realized I hadn’t gotten a word in through her maddening monologue.

Renji and I turn to each other in disbelief. “I fucking hate her; how the hell is she our little sister with that horrible attitude?” I laugh, “I suppose she gets it from you, Renji, and your friends.”

“What!? We don’t talk to each other that way!” I shrug, “You could’ve fooled me.”

And it was in that moment that I could almost laugh at the situation thrust upon me. But, an arranged marriage was truly no laughing matter. The pitiful churning in my stomach made sure I was aware of that fact.

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The next morning there’s a light knock on my door, but it was loud enough for me to stir in my sleep. I peak an eye open and look over at the door. “Yes?”

My voice was hoarse, giving away the long night of crying I had. I’m met with blue hair and a friendly smile when the door creaks open. I sit up in surprise and grin, “Hoshiko!”

“In the flesh.” She returns my grin. Suzuki Hoshiko was a childhood friend of mine and one of the people who were by my side as I transitioned from a baker’s daughter with no prospects or connections to her name to the reclaimed eldest of an established family whom was found to be born out of a secret relationship a few years prior to my father’s own arranged marriage.

“Wait, wait, wait—so, your parents are marrying you off to the second son of Hitsugaya Akimitsu? No gotdamn way.” Despite her disbelief I give her a disheartened nod. “Yeah…way.”

Hoshiko’s shocked expression softens and she quickly pats my leg. “I’m so sorry Jakuchō, I thought your dad had finally accepted you.” I sigh, “I thought he did, too.”

“I’m telling you, it’s that brat and her mother’s idea. You ‘taint’ their pale family with your brown skin. But, I promise, there’s no denying that you’re his, not with that bright ass red hair. You, ma’am, are an Abarai through and through.”

We laugh at that. Hoshiko was truly the friend I needed to see right now. She tends to remind me of happier days.

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“Ms. Jakuchō, you look absolutely stunning,” my only personal maid, Hana, gazed upon me with an admirable glint in her eye.

Today was the day I was meant to formally meet my future husband—a man I had only ever seen from afar. I was required to dress my best and, I had to admit, Hana did not disappoint. After all, as a homebody, she seizes any opportunity to dress me up.

The dress was midnight blue with a large slit on the right side and pooled at my heeled feet. It had a corset bodice and thin straps that tied at the top. And the skirt held a sheer thin layer that shimmered like stars when I moved. “I didn’t even know I owned such a beautiful dress.”

Hana grinned, “You didn’t; your father bought the dress as a gift.” I turned to her, “Wha—really?” She nods profusely in her excitement. I smiled despite the sadness I felt. “I guess he really is trying to rid of me.”

She sends me a pathetic look that causes me to shiver. That look was worse than anything Akari could ever say to me. “Oh, dear, is that what you think…?” Hana looked as if she had more to say but was abruptly cut off by Renji entering the room.

“Just a heads up,” he points towards the open door, “the Hitsugaya family is outside; mom, dad and Akari are waiting for us in the foyer.”

I inhale and nod, “Okay…let’s go.” Renji holds out his arm once we reach the top of the grand stairs and I take his bicep into my hand and the curled sweet cherry wood railing into the other. My father, stepmother and Akari were all familiar faces that met us at the bottom of the steps, and with them were four men and two women—all of whom varied in age.

Three brothers, one sister, a mother and a father. They were all to be my in-laws in due time. All but one, he was to be my potential husband. Hitsugaya Tōshirō. The second eldest son of the infamous Hitsugaya clan. A reclaimed name spoken with the highest regard here in Yokohama—and neighboring cities.

Their name has been one of the richest since the Edo period due to the head of the family (who was a woman at the time) who came across an abandoned mine of jewels on her long journey across the countryside. And they’ve resided in Yokohama ever since.

I bow with my brother in greeting and smile, “Good evening, I’m Abarai Jakuchō, the eldest.” Renji points at himself with a self-satisfied grin, “And I’m Abarai Renji, the second eldest and best looking.”

My eye twitches at Renji’s antics and I elbow him as discreetly as possible. “Please, excuse my brother,” I speak through my grin.

Akari takes this opportunity to cut in, “Our dear brother lacks the proper etiquette, that education went to me.”

“Hey! I do not!”

I sigh. This is going to be a long night.

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Once the Hitsugaya’s were able to introduce themselves the party immediately flocked to the dining room, and I could tell Akari’s mom had put a lot of thought into the dinner she ordered our chiefs to make.

Fruit salad, miso soup, sushi, baby bok choy, tamagayaki, katsudon, edamame tofu and, for dessert, cheesecake and sake. All the known favorites of our esteemed guests.

And through the laughter and talks of wedding cake I couldn’t help but notice how silent Tōshirō fell, even with his own family. He seemed cold and distant and uptight. All the things I noticed about him when our eyes first met at my belated sixteenth birthday ball.

Even five years later he remained the same. However, he was significantly taller than me now and his hair had gotten longer. And his eyes a lot more thin and hooded, it made his face more masculine and mature than how rounded they were the last time we had met.

His looks are one thing but if he refuses to speak, how else am I supposed to get to know my future husband? How am I supposed to know who Tōshirō is outside of his surname?

A name I may soon carry…

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After dinner the men went off to the den to discuss God knows what (excluding Renji who decided to sneak out and meet Rukia) and the women waltzed to the parlor. Much like Renji, though, I excused myself to have a breather outside in the garden.

There was only so much gossip I could handle. That was very much so Hoshiko’s territory.

The moon was full and shone bright tonight in the midst of a starless sky. A few birds chirped and a little ways away I could hear the calming waterfall of the fountain. The night was peaceful.

“You don’t have to marry me, y’know.” A deep voice sounded behind me. I gasp and whip around to see Tōshirō walking up to me, hands cast inside his slacks’ pockets. Whatta cool guy, huh? I sarcastically remark in my head.

I turn back around and sigh, “I’m a burden to this family. It’s better off if I wed into a well-off family and create a tie between us. It’s the most useful thing I can do…I suppose.”

And even to my own ears I didn’t sound very confident in my words. “Who’re you trying to convince? Me…or you?”

Another sigh escapes my lips as he sits down on the bench beside me. I glance down at my quivering hands. It was starting to get chilly out. “I—I don’t even know.”

“Well, here’s a simple question: do you want to marry me?”

I glance up at him, he was already looking down at me, and I laugh, “I don’t even know you, sir.” He smirks, “Yes, you do.”

I shake my head and look at him fully. “No, I don’t. I know your name. I know of you. But, I don’t know you, and you don’t know me. So, why would I want to? This is purely out of duty and obligation.”

A pained expression flashed across his features momentarily before he’s sitting up straight with a slight tilt of his head. “Then, let’s get to know each other, and if you don’t like me, we’ll call off the wedding.”

I blink. “What…?” He tsks and sits back against the bench, “Let’s postpone the arrangement and date. If you don’t at least like me by the end of December, we’ll call off the engagement.” December? That’s eight months from now.

“What about you? If you don’t like me, will you call it off?” He grins up at the moon, “Impossible. I’m the one who proposed this engagement in the first place.” My eyes grow wide and I audibly gasp, “You—what?”

He turns his gaze back towards me and it was then that I noticed his eyes were a deep shade of turquoise. The complete opposite of the brown irises of the rest of his family. They were pretty…he was pretty.

“I like you already, have for the last five years, I think.” Eh!? Since my birthday ball? We didn’t even speak back—oh, wait…

“Back when we danced in the garden together…? I helped you get away from all those girls,” I chuckle at the forgotten memory. “Ah—so, you remember. Do you remember what you told me back then?”

“…That I’d be your fake fiancé whenever you needed.”

Tōshirō leans in close, our lips damn near touching, “So, how about we make it official? Let’s date.”

I grin, “Alright, fine, and after seven months, I’ll give you my answer.” He returns my grin and I suppose that I might not need to wait until December after all. And just then I feel something cold grace my arm.

When I look up the moon is covered with dark clouds and snowfall begins to adorn the rose bushes. “What? Snow? It’s the middle of Spring.”

Tōshirō chuckles in my hear and the tresses of his white hair tickles my neck. He had rested his head upon my shoulder. “I guess winter came back early.”

Oh, this boy isn’t going to be good for my heart. I can already feel my resolve wavering. Is it too late to take this deal back?

I might fall in love too quickly.

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rickys-crypt · 2 years

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Broke: japanese rockstar dabi

Woke: blasian rapper dabi

#I AM JUST SAYING.#some hip hop... just fits him so well #'where is this coming from' i listened to cocoa butter kisses again and it fits him so well it felt like i got punched in the chest #so yeah. blasian rapper dabi.#dabi #todoroki touya #bnha #bnha x reader #dabi my beloved 🔥#talks w ricky

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lu-dao-writes · 2 years

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❝ [𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐀𝐧 𝐀𝐋𝐓/𝐏𝐮𝐧𝐤 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐫] ❞

【𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔(𝓈)】: Brief nsfw topics, and very brief mentioning of racism.

【𝒜/𝒩】: I did this at work, lmao 🤪. It’s short and simple, and I got several more ideas coming soon. I’m quite excited to get ‘em out (when I can), so thank you all for your patience 🙏🏼🫶🏼!

¤¸¸.•´¯`•¸¸.•..>> SFW Territory

↳ First off, he loves your style/aesthetic. Brings back some fond memories of when he was in high school.

↳ He’ll be your photographer for sure 📸.

↳ He’ll also bring out his old stuff from high school.

↳ Please dress him up and do his makeup. Kaoru will love it.

↳ Y’all be takin so many selfies I swear. Ya look cute though 😍.

↳ Seeing you with your many piercings inspired him to get a few more.

↳ You two be head banging and singing in your free time until you’re hoarse or get a killer headache.

↳ Cherry is very impressed with your makeup, like he watched you do it and it was quite a long process, but the end result was beautiful. All he’s done is simple cat or wing design, and maybe an occasional smokey look if he was feeling particularly bold. He wants to learn himself.

↳ If you dye your hair, he might join you. You do bring out that side of him to relax and live a little.

↳ Loads of people give you looks (some innocent because you two are polar opposites in style, and others not being so innocent. You know what I mean).

↳ Overall, he loves your style and it gives him great nostalgia.

¤¸¸.•´¯`•¸¸.•..>> NSFW Territory

↳ Cherry stay havin’ your lipstick stains on his skin and he loves it.

↳ If y’all got an Only Fans it’s definitely spicy.

↳ Step on him with your platforms. P l e a s e.

↳ You two probably got your nipples pierced together and when they’re all healed, nipple play comes to spice up your bedroom activities😏🤭.

#𝐒𝐤𝟖♾️༝༚༝༚#cherry blossom x reader #kaoru sakurayashiki x reader #gender neutral reader #x black reader #x blasian reader #black y/n #ofblckwriters #black reader #asian reader #mixed reader #sk8 fanfic

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living-darkness · 1 year

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New BNHA Fanfic

Do you like BNHA/MHA?

Do you think the black OCs are lacking in this fanfic community?

This is for you!

Check out my new fanfic with my Blasian OC, Daitan'na Hitsuji!

Enjoy a deep playlist, deep emotions, and the life of a Blasian hero in training in Japan.

And yes, ik my intro could be better! Oh, well. Doesn't change the quality of the story

ᑌᑎᗪEᖇTᗩKE

"ɢɪʀʟs ᴀʀᴇ ᴊᴜsᴛ ��ᴇᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ғᴀᴄᴇs." "ʙᴏʏs ʟɪᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀᴇsᴛɪᴍᴀᴛᴇ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ғᴀᴄᴇs, sᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ sᴇᴇ ᴜs ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪᴛ's ᴏᴜʀ ᴛɪᴍᴇ."As a Blasian girl in Japan, Daitan'na Hitsuji explores adolescence, buried trauma, and relationships. Her goal is to make the workplace a better place for females. In the meantime, she needs to grow for herself. After all, it's not easy being a sheep in a wolf's world. And life can get heavy, so expect some giggles. Cause if you can’t laugh at yourself, who can you laugh at?

Only on Quotev until I add to Wattpad soon!

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foxlover0615 · 1 year

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𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚢 𝚗𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗! 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝙸 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝙼𝙷𝙰/𝙱𝙽𝙷𝙰 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢. 𝙸𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚗𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚠𝚗, 𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚊 𝚋𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚑𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚏𝚏. 𝙿𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚠!

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quartzalynlove · 9 months

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Being A Kawata Sister

Summary: imagine being the sister of out favorite demon twins

A/N: black fem reader and blasian angry and smiley

The boys look out for each other and love each other dearly

That being said

They bicker nonstop at home

You can't count how many times nahoya snitched to you or you had to desperately stop souya from crying out of frustration after Smiley's been playing too much

Sometimes they even try to make you the judge in their squabbles but you have none of it

"Y/n, tell him he's being stupid!"

"Will yall quit it! Kill each other about it for all I care but leave me out of it."

They're big softies at home tho

They've trusted you with many secrets to take to your grave

Their fellow delinquents could never find out about the stuffed panda that angry sleeps with (or the times you and Smiley had to keep him from crying when he couldn't find it)

Not to mention the fact that Nahoya still sucks his thumb and cried at every movie

Yall could watch the funniest comedy where the lovers get together and the dog doesn't die and he'll still find something to sob over

When it comes to cooking they'd be dead without you

Souya overthings every step

While nahoya doesn't think enough

They both annoy you in that brotherly way

Nahoya will constantly poke you then insist he isn't doing anything when you get agitated

And souya will crash himself into you without warning

It's not all malicious he'll just want a hug or something but he knows being all up in your space at first will irritate you

You do their hair exclusively

Souya will have the decency to manage his own hair twice a week but nahoya treats you like a personal stylist

Them hardly being injured after a fight is only partly from them being that good

You hate it when they've been out all day and stumble back in the house all beat up

It only ever happened twice and that's because you held your tongue the first time

They felt so guilty for making you worried like that and swore they wouldn't fight so recklessly anymore

Being together brings all of you a lot of comfort

It always feels a bit empty between them when they're out with toman while you're back home

If they come home late and you're already in bed they might just jump in your bed

While you don't mind in theory, they both toss turn and kick like they fight demons at night

At the end of the day you love your brothers and they love you

But it'll always irritate you that you're the only who knows how annoying they are

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strawhatkia · 10 months

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luvr boy.

INCLUDES ! izuku midoriya x black!fem!reader

GENRE ! fluff

SYNOPSIS ! general relationship headcanons with izuku !

WARNINGS ! cursing, fem!black! reader, we still in high school y’all, a little uraraka slander (read to understand), edited

WORD COUNT ! 1.6k

A/N ! another repost, i had to break it up bc it was a lot of text - izuku motherfucking midoriya. the blasian himself. isaiah niggadoriya. him with a black female? him with a melanated goddess? i think it god’s greatest gift to give izuku ‘deku’ midoriya a beautiful, melanated, healing black woman and for me to write about it.❤️🥰 also, i hate the way uraraka is written and i will not hold back

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pretty boy- the prettiest

alright!! let’s start with wash day!!

…nigga did not know shit-

poor baby grew up with inko, bless her straight headed soul, so he had no clue how to probably take care of his hair

all he had was h e a t d a m a g e

“zuku, how do you do your hair?” “huh?” “like what do you do?” “uh well, nothing really, i just wash it, that’s it.” “…” “what? why are you making that face- IS SOMETHING WRONG WITH MY HAIR?!?”

everything…everything is wrong…

aight sis, grab yo detangler, rat-tail comb, hard brush, sulfate-free shampoo, co-wash, conditioner, deep conditioner, protein treatment, all your oils, patience, and strength

and for the love of everything that is great- throw away his 3-in-1 before he give me a fucking heart attack

chile- you couldn’t even see his fucking scalp. his hair was so matted and curled up tightly together that it hurt to look at it

don’t let him go out this house like this no mo, hear me?

but it’s nothing you can’t fix, give the lil boy head some TLC and watch them curls pop!

first wrap that towel around his shoulders, put a pillow on the floor and sit him down in between ya legs and start the marathon of old all might and black people movies you gon’ be there for a while

lil boy would not sit still and he was tender-headed pick a struggle; at this point it was either get popped by you or suffer the pain from his scalp…he chose the latter

mans almost fell asleep while you was shampooing his hair and when you put the hot oil treatment on his scalp- slumber

after everything, you twisted his hair and gave him a bonnet

“uhm...why are you giving me a hat?” you almost slapped the taste outta his damn mouth

after explaining, he put it on; little did he know it was an expect copy to yours, just a different size

“baby, we’re matching!” ”yes, izu, we are. do you wanna take pictures?” you have just made his night.

the pictures were posted all over insta and has them pinned on his account you betta bet mina was all in the damn comment section ; later, he would print them out and put them on his desk so he can look at when he sat down or went to bed

when you took his hair down the next day, he went to the mirror and baby had stars in his eyes

“it looks so cool!” “i’m glad you like it, izu”

he talks about you to all might all the fucking time to the point they both know you better than ya damn self

which is really annoying because all might be wanting them "one on one" talks and it will irk you to talk to him because everything will be "but young midoriya said..."

to be honest, he went to all might for love advice....don’t ever let him do that again. mans was using the most corniest lines but since it was izuku, he got away with- tell me you not cheesing thinking about him saying the "roses are red, violets are blue line" with the cutest blush...im waiting

golden hour, his favorite time of the day

this man will drop everything just to see you at golden hour like when the sun is just starting to set, he will rush into ya dorm room just to watch you

it's like therapy for him to see you relaxing under the setting sun and see your brown skin shining, i just feel like this time would be the time he reminds himself that he is incredibly lucky to have you and will literally do anything to keep you relaxed like this

"zuku babes, what are you looking at?" "nothing~" "whew boy you are so far gone" "hm?" "oh! uh...love you !" "hm, love you too~"

side note: ...if you hear a camera click, don't be surprised

izuku loves affection, giving and receiving

his giving love languages is acts of service and a lil bit of quality time; his receiving love language is physical touch and words of affirmation

so it’s important that you meet in the middle and give him praise, shit works like a charm

go up to him, pat and rub his curls and tell him that he did a good job and one of two things will happen

one: he'll tear up a lot and ask if you're sure or two: he'll blush really fucking hard

as for his giving love, he'll just kinda follow you now until he is told to leave. don’t do that. just don’t.

let him leave on his own, you'll make him feel like he's bothering you otherwise

ask him for cuddles, he’ll drop almost anything he is doing to do so

even if you just drop hints about it, he’ll just smile and just take you somewhere quiet before sitting down or laying down to take a nap with you (nap dates with zuku !)

i think my heart just busted outta my chest i love him so fucking much

if you wanna match his acts of service, when he’s sick or just really busy at hero work studies, take notes for him in class. he will love you forever i promise.

and best believe, that he wants your attention on him at all times

remember them head pats? let’s say you give them to todoroki or tsu for doing some reason

poor thing is definitely sitting in a corner somewhere sulking

he doesn’t want to get upset because that’s his friends and he's glad that you are getting along but he would be lying if he didn't feel a little salty about it

later on, he will ask for some and if you refuse for any reason, he’ll look at you like you just tore out his heart…cause ya did

and GOD FORBID if you give more attention to bakugo instead of him…it is now in God’s hands

he’s throwing you over his shoulder and walking away from bakugo, not before throwing him a glare which later on ensues another fight between them

he only did it because he doesn’t like you getting too close to bakugo, no matter how much he cares about him being his childhood friend

i would like to think there's always that underlying fact that yes, you can handle yourself, but he also knows just how capable bakugou is and lowkey does not want to risk it

please remind him that you do love him and that he is a good boyfriend with all the hugs, cuddles, and all that other good shit

he loves to write about you in his notes, he has AT LEAST 4 notebooks about everything about you as well as somethings he wish to say to you and a little souvenirs from moments between you two that he found special

he has a special item from the time he figured out that he loved you and wrote down in detail what happened and how he felt about it

when you find these notebooks, do not, i repeat, DO NOT tell him that you found. just take the damn notebook while you can and run

give it back and you'll never see it again.

but most definitely tell him about all the things you read and watch him turn bright red

“so, you did get jealous when I gave Sero that hug the other day?” “HUH?!?!? H- H- HOW DID YOU FIND OUT!!?” “*holds up notebook marked ‘Y/n L/n’* Maybe because wrote about it…in detail” *cue the screams of embarrassment and horror*

nah but the amount of times the boy has gone off on a tangent about the little things he loves about you in there will get you flustered-

for drama sake, let’s talk about uraraka

short story: you almost knocked that bitch teeth in

long story: yes, deku used to like her and yes, she almost got him but that did not work out and guess who got him first ! tbh, you started out good friends with uraraka apart from the dekusquad but she never told you about her lil crush until it was too damn late !

and little miss thing was not happy about it; “after all this time…he gets with her!!”

i think you noticed at first her lil sly ass actions and remarks but don’t give in, let her make a fool of herself and watch her run around in circles

be calm and stay two steps ahead, it will work out in your favor ! and it did !

the next person that noticed was tsu, however, she was on your side about this because she hates petty shit and people so what uraraka was doing was not to her liking at all !

the other two, iida and shoto, caught on to it (iida wanting uraraka to at least remain civil and shoto just watching from afar) but deku remained oblivious for a while

he just wanted to be friends with everyone so he kinda just...didn't notice or thought she was mad about something else

i feel like uraraka would get beside herself and start saying reckless ass shit to express her frustration but it would only end up with her getting her ass beat and shunned from the group until she got her act together

you can guess what she said but all imma say is….she really lost her god damn mind and paid the price

what's worse is she really did try to make it seem like you stole from her...but dum dum was the one who didn't speak up? until the very last minute? which...sounds like a personal problem? sssoooooo, stay mad?

everyone in class did figure it out and it was just lowkey sad to see her get so messy but in the end !

izuku loves you very much and would do anything for you

you are his happiness and he’s thinking about spending forever with you

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zikkytheblicky · 4 months

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ofcc!! srry this is late.

☆ for my ml, angel anon.

(NON-BLACK PEOPLE DNI. THE SLUR IS USED MULTIPLE TIMES)

⊹content warnings⊹

(don't scroll past this, it's important since i changed up gojo n’ geto + readers attitude 😃)

- both gojo and geto blasian so dont be surprised if you hear suguru’s racist comments and satoru and suguru js speaking ghetto ☠️..

-feminine male reader- anon didnt specify but id they want me to change this i will make a separate post for them 🫶🏾!!

-black reader cuz angel anon is black.

-not smut nor fluff.. i forgot if this type of stuff is called lemon or lime! sorry 😭💓.

-reader gets kinda aggressive im ngl to you like he did not take gojos little antic lightly

-kinda made reader gojo n suguru ghetto. idk i didnt think ts with much thought

-gojo tries to get his lick back, forgetting you were a real 🥷🏾 despite being feminine. he needs to stop playing with m!reader fr

-you’re very spoiled because i’m a SUCKERERR for spoiled reader x jjk character.

-this is not proofread i’m so sorry 😭!! + i did this like at 11-4 or sum

-sadly anon didn’t specify if they wanted top surgery reader or not so to be safe i’m just gonna say he does!!

-use of you/your pronouns except for when gojo is yapping/complaining to you’re brattiness to getou.

-no sourcerer au.

-rich gojo (SHOCKING 😨)

a/n: i hate this piece it sounds so tacky 😭..

♡︎NOT CAPITALIZED ON PURPOSE !!

to say you weren’t usually bratty is an understatement— it rarely happens unless you’re joking or you’re being bratty towards someone else not gojo.

it all happened first, when gojo took you to get your nails done and you didn’t give him your signature move for when he gives you something you want— pulling on his collar/tie and kissing on his cheek along with a sweet, “thank you satoru ! i love you! see you later!” or something along those lines— you instead give him a mere glance and a dry, bored “bye, gojo.” before walking over to your bestfriend(s) who were also getting their nails done. and by the way you were giggling into your palm when you thought satoru left shows you were trying to get him riled up.

satoru thought it was cute ,

at first. then it started getting him annoyed and a bit triggered.

and what does he do when he doesn’t agree with something you do?

…

obviously don’t tell you about it and instead goes to bother his best friend- suguru- about it instead.

“he’s been acting so bratty suguru. i remember when i got him his favorite color of glittery roses and all he did was say a dry response like, “oh thanks, gojo.” HE DIDN’T EVEN SAY SATORU OR A PET NAME RAGGHH” satoru screamed out into his phone microphone, his eyes puffy from all the fake crying he did earlier.

“don’t you have work to do? also he’s just going through a phase satoru, you’ll live.” suguru said dryly, the sound of the clicking of a keyboard and the sounds of a pen being smoothly dragged across a paper filling satoru’s apple headphones.

“you wouldn’t understand suguru..” satoru whined, blinking his bright blue eyes at the camera. His pouting lips sucking up the last bit of juice from his drink.

“all you have to do is punish him y’know?” suguru muttered, he shuts his book staring at satoru with a disgusted face. “Ew . stop pouting your lips while making fuckin sucking motions you look like a monk.” suguru sniffed, grabbing his bonnet and putting his hair up.

“i dont wanna hurt himmmm-“ satoru whined, ignoring suguru’s racist comment.

“not like that, durdur.”

satoru could practically hear the roll of geto’s eyes as he saw the younger dark skinned man pick up his phone and turn off his camera- most likely about to get ready for bed- it was 11 am after all.

“in a sexual way, nigga.” suguru mumbled out, the sounds of crinkling sheets flowing in and out of satoru’s ears nicely.

“oh my god… suguru you mastermind.” gojo smirked, grabbing his macbook and opening it swiftly.

“jesus christ what are you gonna do, satoru?” suguru asked with a sigh, rubbing his temple soothingly- he sounded so tired of gojo’s antics.

“ight so the plan is..”

it is late. you just got home from an interview of what life is like being satoru gojo’s husband— you hate those types of reporters. instead of worrying about what the content of your creator was, they worried about your status. oh, how annoying they are.

you kick off your jordans, rubbing your eyes gently- thankfully you didn’t put on any eyeliner.

you head into the first kitchen on the first floor, went into the pantry and took out a fruit snack before you head upstairs- when you were pulling up into your driveway all of gojo’s cars were in his drive so you know he is home.

i’m surprised he isn’t cuddling up on me already.. You thought with a snort, twisting your curls in boredom.

your curls bounce as you skip your way up the carpeted stairs, entering you and gojo’s shared room.

“satoru-.”

there, you say your husband in a thin, silky robe, nike pro boxers on, his 24 carat gold stud earrings glistening in the low light the seeped into the room, a thin 24 carat gold necklace, and slides on. he was at his desk, typing away on his phone, he didn’t even notice you until you cleared your throat, crossing your arms over your chest.

the albino haired man lazily turned over to you, a bored look on his face though you could see a faint smirk on your husband’s face.

what is this nigga smirking for ? you thought with a scoff, your slippers making loud noises as you walk over to him.

“oh. hi, ‘mn’.” satoru’s tone was bored and disinterested, he went back onto his phone and started typing quickly. and he had such an excited expression, a ghost of a smile on his lips like he was trying to hide the fact that he was more interested in whoever he was texting instead of you.

and that pissed you off. like who the fuck is this nigga talkin too that catches his attention more than you? his boyfriend ?

that damn phone i'm about to throw that shit.

“satoru.”

no answer.

“satoru?”

no answer again. who the fuck was this negro on the phone with?

“SATORU-“ you yelled, pulling his ear out from his bonnet- being careful not to pull his earring out. sure, you were annoyed at him but you aren’t going to hurt him.

“what the fuck- what? damn.” gojo groaned, putting his phone screen to his chest with an annoyed glare.

who the fuck does he think hes talking too?

“nigga who do you think you’re talking to? i’m not the one stop trippin’.” you crossed your arms, releasing satoru’s ear.

“what did i even do?” satoru responded too calmly- the fucker had a visible smirk on his face too.

silence .

silence is what you “responded” with before smashing your lips with satoru’s, grabbing his white dreads and rubbing his scalp gently- completely opposite from your prior action.

satoru’s tongue licked almost every corner of your mouth, tasting the bitter vodka taste left in your mouth.

you both pulled away with a string of spit following each other's mouths.

“don’t dish out the heat if you cannot take the heat back, darling~!” satoru purred out, grabbing you by your waist and pulling you into his lap.

you tsked in response, resting your head on his neck.

and maybe later that night satoru punishes you by forcing you to cockwarm him for an hour straight.

(you failed after 10 minutes.)

ts is short asl ik but like 🙁

#male reader #x male reader #gojo satoru x male reader #ftm reader #black male reader #gender neutral reader #gn reader #jjk x male reader #jjk

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