#dames writing

[villain-sympathizer]

Hi! I’ve been carving some skeptic content lately, and I was wonder if you can do a skeptic x reader domestic life + pregnancy fic? Maybe with a dash of family life aswell?

yes yes yes YES i adore a lil domestic skeptic!!! i'm going to change it up a bit to omit pregnancy and just change it to expecting a child (so you can envision it as either pregnancy or adoption!), so that everyone can enjoy!

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»»—— Fatherhood ——««

[Skeptic x GN!Reader]

[Contents: GN!Reader; No gendered descriptions for reader; Written in third person with “[Name]” instead of “y/n” so OCs can be included!; Fluff; Domestic life; Raising a kid.]

[Shoutout to @thotsforvillainrights for their idea on Skeptic's daughter, Tomoko!]

[Content warnings: None I can think of!]

“…A baby?” Tomoyasu repeats the words back to his spouse, pausing his furious typing on his home office computer – a sleek, dual monitor beauty that he considered to be his child. At least for now, since the current conversation was suggesting otherwise. “That’s quite the step in life, dear. Are you sure?”

Over the years, Tomoyasu’s personality had changed drastically since the first time he met his partner. Back then, he would have openly laughed at the idea of being a father, or at being in a relationship in the first place. He was Skeptic of the Meta Liberation Army! The CEO of Feel Good Inc.! A secretive and undercover villain previously wanted by the entire country of Japan! As if he’d ever have the time or security to settle down and start a family, he barely even had the patience to deal with full grown adults.

But, again, that was years ago. Now, he found himself taking more time off, taking better care of himself by sleeping a little more regularly and eating proper meals. Tomoyasu even managed to get rid of the deep bags under his eyes, at least to a level that wasn’t concerning. And it was all thanks to [Name], his wonderfully understanding and patient lover, who would bite back whenever he got snippy with them. It’s because of their kind yet stern care that he was able to develop a healthier routine, slowly breaking down his icy walls until Tomoyasu did the unthinkable: he got married. And now here he was, acting fairly calm and collected when faced with the question of raising their own child, yet another one of life’s options he never considered in the past. Because in all honestly, he wasn’t opposed to the idea.

[Name] offers him an assuring smile, walking in further to the office from their place leaning against the door frame. Tomoyasu then caught a whiff of dinner from the hallway, knowing his spouse must have been mulling over this while cooking. “Right now? Yes. But I’m willing to talk this over more if you want,” they respond, reaching over to push the dark curtain of his bangs back so they could plant a sweet kiss to his forehead.

Tomoyasu hums softly in content at the action, lazily moving his mouse to save the work he had been typing up. “How about we chat more over dinner?” With his partner’s chipper ‘okay!’ as a response, the two of them leave the office.

Dinner was spent discussing the various pros and cons of having a kid, what they would need, how responsibility would be split between them – Tomoyasu even suggested he get a crib for his office at work if he ever needed to babysit, since he likes to keep his office there quiet and off-limits to others. They’d have no shortage of babysitters, either, since Chitose and Koku would be more than delighted to play the part of a rich aunt and uncle. Plus, Rikiya was a huge fan of kids, so if Tomoyasu needed to bring them to an MLA meeting, the commander wouldn’t mind one bit.

Once the two of them were at the point that they were eagerly tossing out name ideas, that’s when Tomoyasu knew what their decision was: they were going to have a baby.

The wait was long and nerve-wracking, the couple spending most of their time setting up a nursery in what used to be the guest room, since they’d be kidding themselves if they said they ever had guests stay the night. When the rest of the MLA heard of the news, Chitose basically demanded they have a baby shower. Tomoyasu was against the idea, but eventually agreed to it as long as it wasn’t over the top and was only between officers of the MLA and the PLF, if they wished to come.

[Name] didn’t mind the party at all, since they were given plenty of gifts that consisted of necessities for the baby: plenty of clothes and supplies from Chitose, coupons for free ‘first time parenting’ classes from Koku, an assortment of books from Rikiya, and even toys from Toga, Twice, and Mr. Compress. By the end, the two of them were fully prepared for their baby.

After all the waiting, the nerves, and the stress of making sure everything was perfect, the little one was finally home… And Tomoyasu has never felt so out of his element. Taking a seat on the couch, he reaches shaky arms upward when [Name] offered to let him hold their little girl, Tomoko.

“Just take a breath and relax, Tomo,” [Name] instructs him, quiet as to not upset the infant in their arms. “You’re not going to hurt her or anything.”

Tomoyasu simply swallows harshly. “Wh- What if she doesn’t like me? What if I make her cry?”

[Name] snorts in amusement at that, taking a seat next to him on their couch to carefully transfer Tomoko into his embrace. “Babies cry, Tomo. That’s, like, their main trait,” they reply. “Don’t worry, I’m right here to help.”

Now with the baby in his arms, Tomoyasu instantly felt all his nerves and worries fade away upon seeing the sleeping face of their daughter. Pudgy cheeks, thin whisps of hair atop her head, and equally tiny hands curled against her chest in her swaddled position. Here he was, a father – a part of life he used to laugh at when he was younger. But now…

Now, he’ll do anything to see their little girl grow up happy.

[villain-sympathizer]

Ok gotta be thaaaaaat person. Can I have some redestro (belated) Valentine’s Day content. 🥹🥰

LMAO no problem anon, and im sorry this is like, SUPER belated, school is picking up yet again with schoolwork and my stress is all haywire again

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[ReDestro x GN!Reader]

[3rd person; use of [Name] instead of [y/n] so OCs can be included!]

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In true Rikiya fashion, of course his go-to Valentines Day date is to the highest class restaurant – but not just in Deika, in all of Japan.

“You deserve only the best, my dear,” he had said when he first explained the trip he and his partner would be going on for the special occasion. “I know we don’t have to, but I want to. Besides, I want you to experience all the wonders Japan has to offer.”

Which is what lead them both sitting in the fancy, yet strangely not as busy restaurant. While every table was either filled or reserved, the atmosphere was calm and relaxing, no waiters bustling around or chefs yelling from the kitchen. Instead, only soft piano music played throughout the establishment, and people kept their conversations relatively quiet and to themselves.

Rikiya had reserved a rather secluded table in a corner of the restaurant, ceiling-length curtains draped on each end of the plush booths, a large window overlooking the city at night to one side, the other side open to the rest of the floor. The two were in the middle of their meal, enjoying the high-quality food alongside the restaurant’s finest wine available.

Once the two finished a light conversation, amused laughs signaling the end of some work-place related story, [Name] finally comments on their surroundings. “It’s rather quiet in here for such a dinner-centric holiday,” they muse, taking a sip of their drink.

“That’s why I like this place so much,” Rikiya responds, a content smile on his face as he swirls the wine around in it’s glass. “High demand and popular, yet still calm and collected, even on their busiest holiday.”

“Rich people,” [Name] huffs out in amusement, flashing the ginger-haired man a grin. Rikiya only laughs at that, about to retort with his own comment about how dating him also makes them rich in a sense – but their conversation is interrupted by the sound of an excited gasp somewhere off to the side, followed by more surprised gasps and low murmuring.

Their attention is directed towards the dining floor, a couple that had been eating nearby were now off to the side of their table, one down on one knee offering a ring within a box to the one standing.

“Yes, of course!” The one standing says, enveloping their partner in a hug once the other stands up with them. The tables surrounding the two lightly clap and congratulate the two, before returning to their own meals once again.

[Name] smiles a bit fondly, but quickly returns to sipping their drink. “Aw, a Valentines Day proposal,” they say before their lips take in the drink, then setting it back down. “I’d call it cute if it wasn’t so… cliché.”

That catches Rikya’s attention, the business man gazing back at his partner with a confused look. “You don’t like Valentines proposals?”

“I don’t dislike them, I just think it’s a little tacky and cliché… there’s not much surprise value in it anymore, y’know?” [Name] explains, giving him a reassuring smile. “Not like I can stop them from happening, though. If it happens, it happens.”

Rikiya hums in understanding, watching his lover return to their meal as they begin a new topic of conversation. The CEO is barely paying much attention, though, now even more aware of the small ring box that was unfortunately going to be waiting longer for its reveal.

Maybe next month, then.

[villain-sympathizer]

SFW Alphabet

A SFW relationship alphabet I put together myself. Feel free to use for yourself with credit!

Send me a BNHA character and letters to answer!

Heroes/Students/Villains/Citizens/Etc are ok!

I encourage multiple letters!

You can ask for all letters, but it'll take a bit to post!

Be mindful of my character blacklist!

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A = Argument (what are their arguments like? how do they make up?)

B = Balance (do they and their partner balance each other out?)

C = Communication (how well are they able to communicate with their partner?)

D = Differences (how similar/different are they to their partner?)

E = Emotion (are they good at showing emotion?)

F = Future (what does their future with their partner look like?)

G = Grieve (if their partner were to die, how do they handle it?)

H = Harm (how do they handle someone/something hurting their partner?)

I = Intimacy (how affectionate are they?)

J = Judgement (how open-minded is the relationship? is there anything about their partner that they just cant stomach? pet peeves?)

K = Kiss (are they a good or bad kisser?)

L = Loss (how do they handle a break up? would their partner ever take them back?)

M = Music (one or more songs that remind you of them!)

N = Night time (what's their nightly routine like? morning routine?)

O = Obscure (something they do that no one else seems to understand)

P = Proposal (would they get married? how do they propose? what's the wedding like? where's the honeymoon?)

Q = Quality (how much do they value the relationship? is it top priority?)

R = Reason (how did they and their partner get together?)

S = Sympathy (how do they comfort their partner?)

T = Tale (give us a little story/memory about them and their partner!)

U = Unfold (are there any secrets they'd keep from their partner? why?)

V = Voyage (describe their ideal couples vacation!)

W = Wink (are they good at flirting?)

X = Xmas (how do they spend the holiday seasons? do they have a favorite shared holiday?)

Y = Yearn (how do they cope when away from their partner?)

Z = Zest (what's something they do for fun?)

[villain-sympathizer]

a preview of my fic "Reunited", a Re-Destro x OC scenario I've had in my head for MONTHS

[it's just chitose and rikiya in this scene, with no mention of my oc by name, so you can envision any he/him character in his place i suppose lmao]

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In Rikiya’s office, it was a whole different aura, thanks to a certain blue-skinned journalist that decided to stay behind after a Meta Liberation Army meeting half an hour ago, gushing and squealing when he happened to mention the interviewee he had later was an old friend and fling from college. Another officer, Koku, had stayed to chat earlier as well, teasing him about the situation alongside the woman, but eventually left as the scheduled interview time drew near. He must have noticed how his commander’s nerves seemed to rise with each loud tock the clock made, signaling each five minute mark.

“You HAVE to hire him!” The journalist, Chitose, urged him, taking a seat on top of his desk despite the multiple times Rikiya has told her to stop doing that. But today, he was too distracted to care. “This is exactly like a cheesy romance novel, or a Hallmark movie! It has to be fate, it’s too perfect of a situation not to be!”

Rikiya let out a soft but lightly irritated sigh, a small portion of his stress markings growing ever so slightly over his temple as the MLA officer continued to chitter at him over the situation. “As right as you may be, I must still treat this as any other supervisor interview, Curious,” he puts emphasis on her codename, leaning back in his chair with a teasing grin. “Though you are living up to your name, hm?”

Chitose returns his grin tenfold, eyes filled with intrigue and glee. “I think conducting a personal interview yourself is already suggesting this is no normal interview, sir. And besides, can you blame me? The grand commander of the Meta Liberation Army had a boyfriend in college? Who just so happens to move to Deika and apply to work at said commander’s company?” She throws her head back dramatically, hand reaching up to lean against her forehead as a wistful sigh leaves her. “And you stayed single the whole time, too! Ugh, just get married at this point, because there’s no doubt you’re soulmates!”

That brought a blush to Rikiya’s cheeks, slouching a bit more in his leather office chair in a poor attempt to hide himself. “Well, I mean- I wouldn’t say boyfriend, since we never made it official or anything-“

“Still!” The ginger-haired CEO is cut off by Chitose’s shrill voice, the journalist returning to her original position upright in a flash, her gaze back on the other. “You two were a thing, and a serious thing at that if you never dated anyone else, and he is choosing to move AND work here out of all other choices!”

Before either of them could say anything more, the pager in his office phone beeps softly with a small, blinking red light, indicating an incoming message from the reception desk. Holding a finger up to Chitose to silence her, Rikiya reaches over and presses the button to accept it. “Yes?”

“Your two o’clock appointment is on his way up, sir,” The desk worker’s voice crackled through the speaker. From the corner of the CEO’s eye, he could tell Chitose had curled her hands up into fists against her lips, trying to contain her excitement.

“Excellent, thank you for the head’s up,” Rikiya thanks them, taking his finger off the button and ending the line.

The second the soft click of the line disconnecting sounded, Chitose let out a cross between a coo and an excited squeal. “Oh I’m excited to see him, even just in passing,” she cheers, hopping off of the desk and making her way to the door. Halfway across the room, she speaks up again. “I’ll let you collect yourself then, casanova,” the blue-skinned woman teases him lightly, tossing a wink his way that made the CEO groan in embarrassment. When she reached the large double doors, she pauses in the doorway once it’s open.

“You deserve happiness, Re-Destro. Don’t let him slip through your fingers,” she tells him, her voice the most serious it’s been all day, before the doors close and Rikiya was left to himself.