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For the main man's birthday, (and after reading so many great stories from others celebrating him!!), I thought I would give it a little go in honor of my husband
a snippet in which Bkg is working on his birthday :P (1.4k)
25. Twenty-five years of life, twenty-five Happy Birthday bro!!!! texts from Eiji since 6 a.m., and about 25 seconds left until Bakugou lost his composure and damaged something that would be a pain in the ass to apologize for and replace.
It wasn't that he minded working on his birthday, he really didn't. He had worked on his birthday for the last three years, so it wasn't that.
It wasn't that he minded all of Eiji's obnoxious texts, forcing him to acknowledge the day his hag mother had brought him into the world.
It wasn't even that his dumbass friends had suckered him into going out for dinner and drinks after his shift, because, even after all his blustering about, deep down he was pleased that he still had friends who would do things for him, go out of their way.
No, it was none of those things that had the 2nd Street flower shop in danger of having its windows blasted out and flowers burnt to a crisp.
It was you.
For the past few months, you had been terrorizing the Musutafu police force and Pro Heroes alike. A vigilante quirk user who was somehow getting to crime scenes before the police or heroes were even notified of them, leaving criminals tied up and subdued before fleeing the scene.
You were quick, none of the heroes dispatched could catch you. Bakugou had tried multiple times, and each time made him more eager to fight you again than the last. Since he had encountered you the most, he had been the one tasked with providing your description to the other heroes and police who patrolled downtown Musutafu.
He had described your white and gold hooded catsuit, utility boots, smug smile, and gold mask as you glanced back to taunt him, only
He wanted desperately to be the one to unmask you, to beat you at your little game of trying to one-up his colleagues. So, he had been keeping track of sightings of you, playing cat-and-mouse, you tempting him to come out and play just as well as you eluded him.
He had felt his lip curl up into a feral grin half an hour earlier when he had hear that you had been sighted over the police scanner in his office. Someone had seen you on 4th Street, and as soon as he heard that, Katsuki was off. 4th Street was minutes from his agency, and he cut the time in half by propelling himself through the sky, keen eyes watching for any sign of the suit he had committed to memory.
Then, he spotted you. Running down 2nd Street, keeping close to the alleyways and storefronts.
He sent himself downward in a flash, landing a couple feet behind you, the impact from his landing causing you to stumble and look back.
It was then that he caught a glimpse of your eyes, wide and sparkling in the afternoon light. They reminded him of a bunny. You looked a little afraid, and he felt his snarl grow into a grin, chasing after you. He had always taken pleasure in being a predator, hunting down his prey with ease.
The set of your shoulders changes as you regain your composure, calling over your shoulder to him," Working on your birthday, Dynamite? I'm flattered that I'm that important to you."
Bakugou nearly rolls his eyes at your taunting,"A big bad hero comes chasin' after ya and ya get scared, ya start runnin'? What happened to all that bravado you had for the police, ha?"
You said nothing, spinning on your heel to face him, nearly causing him to careen into you.
You lithely dodge out of his way, your knees bent, poised to run again as you speak, "I'm not afraid of you or any other pros. All you've done so far is let me down with your pathetic attempts to find me and have me brought in for doing a better job at protecting people than you."
Bakugou snarls at your words, lunging at you with his hand poised to strike, "You don't get to say shit about pros, we ain't the ones hidin' and creepin' around."
You laugh, dodging him again. You can tell he's starting to get frustrated that you're so hard to nab.
He's still enjoying himself though, examining your body as he sizes you up again, squaring off to face you once more. You're built very pretty. You look both strong and delicate, soft and hard. He can't help but let his gaze linger on your lips as his eyes make their way to your face. He notices that they look plush and supple as you speak again, "Why won't you people just leave me alone? I'm not doing anything wrong aside from not adhering to the policies of your Hero Commission. I don't hurt anyone, I capture villains, I cause thousands less than you do in property damage..."
The Bakugou remembers why he's there, to capture you and put an end to your vigilanteism. Feining anger beyond what he really feels, he goes for an obvious lunge before switching up at the last moment to sweep your legs.
It catches you off-guard, sending you onto your back on the cool concrete of the sidewalk. You quickly grab his ankle, pulling him down so he can't pin you, but he lands on top of you anyway.
You freeze, his face inches from yours, his breath warm on your cheek. His body is pressed right to yours and you can feel every hard plane of him. Your eyes lock for a moment, and in another life you think you could reach out and stroke his cheek, thread your hand through his hair, get lost in his garnet eyes.
Your breath hitches as you remember that you aren't in another life, you're in real life. You hitch your leg around his, flipping him onto his back. He still looks a bit dazed by your proximity, and you take your chance, hopping up as he moves to grab you again, but you're already out of his reach, turning away to take off, but not before you grin, saluting him and letting out a quick, "Happy birthday, Dynadick." and tossing down a smoke bomb, disappearing into the black cloud that emits from it.
He growls, moving in your direction, but he can't find you in the smoke, and once it clears, you're nowhere to be seen.
Frustrated and a little confused, he walks back to his agency, opting to take the extra few minutes to go over the fight in his head, trying to figure out what it was about you that had bewitched him so thoroughly when you took him down. Was it your quirk, unknown to the Hero Commission other than that you had one? Or was it your eyes, the life-filled sparkle of them as they searched his own?
It didn't matter, in the end. All that mattered was that he caught you, and brought you to justice soon.
He spends the rest of the day at the agency, turning off his police scanner and busying himself with paperwork until he gets the inevitable text from Eiji asking him to head over to the restaurant they were having dinner at.
He sighs, running a hand through his hair as he heads to the underground parking deck. He moves to open his car door, pausing and immediately going on alert when he sees the bright orange sticky note stuck to the handle of the driver's side door.
He pulls it off, spinning around to check the parking garage. When he sees no one, he turns back around and glances down at the note, which reads, 'Happy Birthday, Dynadick.'
He yanks open the door, expecting something dangerous to come flying out at him, but nothing does. Instead, as he peers into the car, he notices a smell that wouldn't emanate from his car normally, and as he glances down, he sees the source.
A single orange cupcake, complete with the stupid cartoonish cupcake toppers his publicist had bullied him into licensing to local bakeries.
You had even had the foresight to wrap it into a napkin, somehow knowing what a neat freak he was.
He gingerly set the cupcake into one of his cupholders and got in, a little more eager to encounter you again.
ahhhh I had no idea how to end this but I hope it was okay!!
#bakugou katsuki x reader#mha x reader#bakugou x reader#bakugou katsuki#katsuki bakugou#peony writes 🌸#guys please ik this isn't great but I was STRUCK by inspiration for this one
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❥﹒♡﹒☕﹒ 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗳𝗲𝗰𝘁 𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗿𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗲: easy tips to form healthy habits ( based on this alessya farrugia video )
if you don't have a solid night routine, you may as well throw away your whole morning routine, because the decisions you make at night are gonna to directly affect you in the morning and how you go about your day. if you binge watch netflix 'til 1am calling it your "rest time" only for you to wake up in the morning feeling tired and frustrated, it's time for you to build a night routine and stick to it.
pro tip do not try to improve everything all at once, you're gonna fail. just try to incorporate something small in your routine to start forming healthy habits. it might take months, but one year from now it will all be worthy.
𝟭. prepare for the next day ( 📒 )
write down your to-do list for the next day. when i don't plan out my day i just end up doing nothing, because i don't even know where to start. but if you know what you have to do you don't end up procrastinating and start getting things done. also, do not overload yourself with too much things to do, you're just not going to accomplish them all, so keep it realistic.
bonus put the most important tasks on the top of your list so you're gonna accomplish them as soon as possible.
𝟮. clean you room ( 🫧 )
it really depends on when you are the most active – for example i'm a night owl and i can't even imagine cleaning my room in the morning – but yes, removing all the mess you made during the day will help you leaving it all behind and starting fresh new the next day. put your clothes away, remove books, notebooks, make-up products, trash all around and i guarantee you that you're gonna feel so much better.
𝟯. take care of your body ( 🌷 )
take a warm shower that can help you relax, do your skincare, change in your comfy clothes, basically wash away the stress and negativity of the day. last semester i would literally stay at uni for 10h straight and coming back home at 8pm after the gym, i used to take a warm shower straight after that so i could let all the negativity of the outside world slide off me.
𝟰. drink hot tea ( 🍵 )
avoid theine but treat yourself to a hot drink that helps you relax and restore your calm, also take your vitamins and give yourself those ten minutes in your personal space.
𝟱. self love and affirmations ( 💖 )
reflect on your day, write down in your diary all the things that happened, pray, meditate, do your affirmations, leave everything in the past, do not let today's disappointments, stress and frustration affect your tomorrow. the only way in which you can truly move forward is by facing the things that happened today to leave them in the past, tomorrow is a new day.
𝟲. get off your phone ( 📱 )
definitely the hardest part for me. i don't even want to explain why it's so dangerous for you to stay awake scrolling through your phone at night – blue light and whatever – so just be strong and try to get off your phone at least 1h before going to bed, use eye-protection mode after sunset and use blue glasses if you can.
bonus use only red light at night, blue light are gonna inhibit your melatonin production ( which is what makes you sleep at night ).
𝟳. go to bed on time ( 🛏️ )
do not delay your bed time in order to get more dopamine scrolling through social media or binge watching netflix. do not sacrifice your sleep in order to do more work/study ( i did it in the past and it's definitely not worthy ), prioritizing your sleep is going to reward you in the long run. trust and believe.
𝟴. 321 rule for better sleep ( 💤 )
3 hours before bed –> stop eating. it gives you enough time to digest your food so you're not going to waste energy during your sleep to digest and you're gonna wake up less tired.
2 hours before bed –> stop studying/working. you need to drag your brain out of your "fight or flight" mode in order to get deep rest at night.
1 hour before bed –> stop screen time. allow your body to produce the melatonin that it needs in order to fall asleep properly.
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Trending Topics (Part 2)
A continuation of this post requested by @aelynaneedsalottathing Thank you for reading and I'm working on the other requests I've received!! I've been busy, but they should be out soon.
Pairing: Hawks x reader
Warnings: smut, language, praise, degradation, slight bondage and overstimulation, Hawks is still his own warning
Word Count: 2.9k
The soft click of your keyboard echoed through the space in a ever-changing rhythm, reverberating off the walls of Keigo's study.
Though, you supposed, it wasn't exactly his anymore.
Despite his actual ownership, the home office was essentially left untouched, except maybe on the unusual occasion that some paperwork couldn't be done at the one in his actual agency.
Even then, he seemed to favor doing it on the couch, preferably with you in his arms.
And although you weren't exactly sure why he had turned the room into a study in the first place, you definitely weren't complaining. It gave you ample space to accomplish any at-home work duties that would have previously been carried out in the tiny bedroom of your old apartment.
Maybe it was just a common thing among rich people. As someone who had worked for the higher-class type income that heroes enjoyed, you had come to realize that a large proportion of the things they bought weren't really needed.
Again, you definitely weren't exactly complaining.
You had moved in with the winged pro a few weeks ago and had been able to reap the benefits of his luxurious living style. Regardless, you had opted to keep the secretarial position at his agency and there was no way you were going to slack off just because your partner was the boss, even though he made that quite difficult.
Keigo had many beneficial traits, but patience was definitely not one of them.
Even in the midst of your heavy workload, he was extremely adamant about stealing your attention, doing the most to pry you away from whatever tasks you had to manage.
However, his job had called him away for the past week, meaning that you had more than enough time to get all your paperwork done, plus a little extra.
Still, even though it was a good distraction, the work did nothing to keep you from missing him.
As it turned out, maybe you weren't all that patient either.
Even if it had just been a few days, you had found yourself oddly worked up, craving his touch as if you had been deprived from it for extraordinary amounts of time.
Your physical frustration got even worse knowing that he would be flying back tonight. As with most final stretches, the minutes seemed to trickle in hours at an infuriating sluggish pace, doing nothing but increase your agitation.
Therefore, your latest literary creation had been born.
It wasn't much, merely an outlet for unmet satisfaction. You had thought about Keigo and what he had done or what you wanted him to do to you.
And even though it definitely didn't solve your problem entirely, it still helped, offering your horny mind a much needed opportunity to vent.
The mouse hovered over the 'post now' button, a mere inch of pressure away from the point of no return.
Taking a glance to your left, your eyes narrowed at the tiny feather nestled in front of your water glass.
Don't judge me.
Even on his less threatening missions, Keigo always seemed to leave at least one of his feathers behind, wanting to keep you safe even if it was from afar. He could hear through them, a peculiar trait of his quick that you had just recently found out about.
You furrowed your brows in thought, debating whether or releasing your words would actually be that big of a deal.
Having left the blog untouched for the last few months in response to your relationship, you figured that no one was really active on the page anymore.
Still, the simple act of publishing felt a bit fulfilling, the final step of accomplishing the small task you had put your mind to.
"Whatever." You muttered, mindlessly clicking the button before closing your laptop.
Pushing back your chair with a drowsy sigh, you stood up to grab the isolated feather before striding into the living room.
Much like his office, Keigo's penthouse flaunted an open concept. In comparison to the fancy furniture and expensive utilities, however, the most prominent feature was arguably the fully functioning skylight above your head.
While you weren't quite sure why he refused to use the door like a normal person, after missions one could understand that he might be tired, so you didn't pry.
Grabbing the remote, you readjusted the shirt you wore. The garment fell just above your knees, but in terms of comfort, there were just some things that couldn't be beat.
It was Keigo's, another item that you sneakily claimed as your own.
But just as you were ready to snuggle into the sofa, your phone rang. The object vibrated off the glass table, easily capturing your attention with its speeding thrum.
A grin spread across your face at the contact and you slid your thumb across the screen to accept. "Hi."
"Hey there, lovebird." The giddy expression grew bigger at the title, still just as present at it had been before you become official. "I didn't think you'd stay up so late. I'm almost back though."
"Thank goodness." Letting out a sigh of relief, you began to make your way into the kitchen. "I miss you. Want me to start some food or something for when you get back?"
"That sounds perfect, but before you go, can we talk real quick?"
You took note of the soft whispers translating through the line, illustrating the strength of the wind surrounding him.
Is he on speaker?
"That's why I called, actually. I just found something interesting and figured you might want to hear about it." He continued.
Mid stride, your body came to an abrupt halt.
You've got to be kidding.
"Something interesting?"
"Very."
You let out a unaffected hum, opting to play dumb. Still, the slight falter in your tone might've thrown your attempts out the window.
Regardless, there was still a sizable chance that what he was talking about might've been genuinely unconnected to your recent publication.
Just a really unfortunate coincidence.
For sure.
"I mean, my pretty little girlfriend writing online porn about me seems pretty damn interesting, don't ya think?"
Never mind.
Any excuse you might have been able to conjure fizzled away in your train of thought. It had been easily derailed by his accusation. Now, all that seemed to be left was a simmering pile of silent embarrassment that he immediately filled.
"Obviously, I'm not complaining. Very entertaining, especially the part about you choking on my-"
"I literally posted that less than five minutes ago. How did you even..." Your movements paused once more in realization. Unless Keigo was actively scrolling on social media for fanfiction about himself, which in hindsight, you actually wouldn't put past him, there was no other way he would have been able to see the post so fast. "Do you follow me on Tumblr?"
"Obviously! You're my favorite author, lovebird."
You let out an exasperated sigh. "I don't post on it, though."
"Really?" He inquired with mock confusion. "Unless my phone is wigging out to the point where Siri typed all these words, then I kinda think that's not completely honest."
"Okay, yes, but it's been months." Taking a breath, you raised a hand to your temple, slowly massaging the area in a feeble attempt to quell your buzzing mind and come up with a plausible defense. "I was just... bored."
But the statement was much too unsure, almost like the words themselves were searching for personal vindication. You were almost certain he could tell too, evident in the crackling silence that followed for a few moments.
"Is this your way of telling me you're horny?"
Heat blossomed up your neck. "No!"
"Aww, are you embarrassed?" Keigo let out a laugh, the taunt laced through it sparking heat between your thighs. "I might be too if it took less than a week for me to get so worked up."
The tips of your fingernails bit into your palms. "I'm not worked up."
"Ya know, it's really hard to believe you when I'm reading about how hard you want to be fucked." You could mentally conjure the mocking grin that went along with his words. "Of course, I'd be happy to help you out if you asked nicely."
At this point, you wouldn't be surprised if steaming started to spout from your ears, whether from physical or mental frustration, you weren't sure.
Of course, with both factors competing in an internal boxing match, a question also came to the forefront of your brain.
What was worth more: your pride or the chances of getting off?
After a moment of debate, you were quite ashamed to admit that it was the second one.
You shut your eyes, almost like the act of not being able to see would somehow make the words about to come out of your mouth less disgraceful. "Will you help me, please?"
"Sorry, babe, can you repeat that? I think the signal might be bad."
But his voice was loud and clear through the receiving end, a fact that irritated a tick mark on your forehead. "You're an asshole."
"Ouch, a curse word? Those only come out, like, once every blue moon for you." He clicked his tongue. "You're lucky I'm so nice. I could've left you to to figure out that dilemma yourself."
Even through his sarcasm, there was an undeniable relief at the prospect of his touch that you couldn't ignore. "When will you be here then?"
"Soon. Why do you ask?"
Raising an eyebrow in surprise, you pondered the sincerity of his question. "Well, one would think that you'd have to be present to... ya know."
"What? Make you come?" He sighed in feigned disappointment. "You really have such little faith in me. Turn to your left."
Following his instructions, you trained your gaze to the side, coming face to face with the tiny feather hovering a few inches in front of your eyes.
It fluttered forward, tickling your nose before retreating back once more with a slight swish, almost like it was waving at you.
You made a grab for it, but the tiny object easily slipped through your fingers like oil, gliding through the air before sliding up the hem of your shorts.
At first, you weren't exactly sure why.
But then it drifted to your clit, beginning to rub at the bed of nerves at furious speed.
Pleasure sparked in your abdomen and your body fell forward in surprise. Your hands gripped the kitchen island for support, the phone following to hit the marble with an insignificant clamor.
"Speaker on, lovebird." Keigo remarked in nonchalance, almost like the request was something as common as asking for his daily cup of coffee.
Still, you complied, pushing the button with a shaking finger.
The feather tortured your clit with weightless touch, merely gracing the area and pulling a desperate whine from between your lips.
It's airless rhythm seemed to increase at the sound and it wasn't long before your climax was closely approaching. It threatened to spill over you with every stroke of your already sensitive bud.
And then the feather stopped, pulling away from your body to rest on the counter, seemingly lifeless.
Cruel release had been ripped from your fingers, slipping through on the back of the minuscule object.
"What... what happened?" You breathed, mind still reeling from the loss.
He let out another sigh, just as mockingly displeased. "Sorry, sweetheart. I'm flying over the city now. Gotta keep an eye out for any suspicious activity."
You deadpanned. "Excuse me?"
"Come on, I think you'd be happy I'm taking my job as seriously as you do." He cleared his throat, lightening it a few octaves so it matched your tone. "'I'm working, Keigo. Just give me five more minutes, blah blah blah.'"
"That's not..." Memories of your words flushed through your mind. They had been in joking exasperation at the time, but you doubted there was one act you regretted more right now. "Okay, yes, I have said that, but that's because I actually had work to do. You finished your mission."
"Incorrect. Until I get home, I'm still officially on the clock. Besides, do you really want me to sacrifice my safety for your pleasure? What if I run into a seagull or something."
"I'm flipping you off right now." You tugged down your shorts, leaning on the counter to lift a hand between your thighs.
"No, you're not." Even through his disappointed tone, you could practically see his wicked grin.
"I have full faith that you will not run into a seagull! Especially since, I don't know, they live by the ocean?" You ignored the accuracy of his statement, an embarrassed warmth spreading up your neck. "Would you just... All you have to do is control one teeny tiny feather."
Still writhing in the denial of your ever-so-close high, you had somehow failed to notice the skylight swiveling open, or more importantly, your boyfriend gliding through and silently making his way behind you.
The arms sliding around your waist had your body tense in surprise, unknowingly leaning back into the warmth of Keigo's breath seconds later. "Or I could just fuck you."
Strong hands spun your body around. One tugged at the fiddled with the top of his belt while the other found its place against your hip, guiding you to the bedroom.
"Hey there, lovebird."
"Hi, Kei."
Smiling at his own, breathlessly delivered nickname, he gently lifted your shirt off before doing the same to his own. Golden eyes flit over your exposed form as he gently pushed you into the silk sheets.
"I was so surprised when I first found out what a pervert you are. My goody-two-shoes secretary? No way." You took notice of the muted glow in his hand, the phone's surface reflecting your online profile. "But you're a kinky little freak, aren'tcha?"
Keigo turned the screen in your direction, flaunting the literary illustration of your dark fantasias. "I mean, these warnings are a fucking doozy."
Feathers snaked around your wrists, pulling the joints against the side of the headboard before doing the same to your ankles. More began to flit down your body, one gracing your clit in a circular motion while two more did the same to your nipples.
"Bondage, check." Almost like he was browsing a grocery list, he examined the notes you had included at the beginning of your post. "Overestimation, check."
The act had every nerve in your body on fire. It sent waves of pleasure that had you aching in desperation.
"Please." The sound was nothing less than pathetic and you weren't even consciously sure what you were asking for. Still, every physical crevice of you was sore, burning for a release that only he could provide.
Letting out a hum of fabricated consideration, his expression lit up a few seconds later. "Ah, there it is. Begging, check."
Your back arched into the mattress, but even through your best efforts, your limbs were still captive within his scarlet plumage.
He loomed over you, fully unclothed and moments away from meeting your plea.
"You know, most people would've been a bit more careful after last time, but you wanna know what I think?" With a tender touch, his finger tilted your chin upward, forcing your line of sight to meet his. "I think that you like being my little slut. This is just your way of asking for it."
Not wishing to admit the accuracy of his statement, you averted your gaze.
Regardless, his grip on your face remained firm, even as he used his other hand to align himself at your entrance and slowly push forward.
"And I think you want me to fuck you stupid, until that dirty mind of yours can't comprehend anything but my name."
He began to rock his hips into yours.
"Actually, I know I'm right, but you're gonna admit it anyway."
Your eyes glazed over in pleasure when his previously established rhythm began to quicken, his feathers following in acceleration. Their airy caress against your clit and over your breasts was euphoric.
It wasn't long before you were mindlessly muttering in agreement with whatever nasty claim he made.
How right he was, how even in your most outrageous fantasies there was nobody you would rather have break you.
And soon enough, he did.
You fell apart underneath him in the best way possible. Bliss flushed over you as you continued to melt in his arms, not even recognizing when he was able to meet his own release seconds later.
After pulling out, he slumped back into the bed next to you, almost just as breathless as he turned in your direction.
"So, did I do it?"
Tilting your head, you sent him a confused look. "Do what?"
Keigo grinned. "Your hashtag."
It took a few minutes to register, but you gave him a soft slap on the arm when it did. He cackled, muttering something about never forgetting before gently picking you up and carrying you to the bath.
His question was a dumb one, not only because it was sardonically comical in nature.
But because he always did.
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cw: fem!reader. reader wears a dress. villain!reader. reader with a described quirk. alcohol mention.
"so you want me to act as a honey trap? for Shoto."
saying the words out loud was intended to have your boss understand the ludicrousness of what he was suggesting for you as a task, particularly with the stress on the notoriously stoic pro hero's name, but the man you've devoted most of your relatively short adult life to pleasing is not catching the hint.
"for Shoto-" you repeat, and now your villain boss looks up, the stern look on his face sending a chill down your spine not dissimilar to your target's abilities.
"is there an issue?"
you wonder if you should back up your stance a bit, but being sent out on an impossible mission is unfair to you, no matter how zealous you can be about anything that undermines those snarky Heroes at the top of the societal hierarchy. you steel yourself and continue your protest.
"how do i know i'm even his type? or his preferred gender? what indication is there that he has any interest in romance to begin with, let alone can be tricked into revealing ANYTHING important?"
the final look you get makes it clear that that's a 'you' problem and not his.
...
you're still ruminating on this exchange as you adjust the straps of your slinky cocktail dress, leaning at the bar of the gala you're not really meant to attend, but have managed to use your seduction Quirk to find your way inside. your target stands at the end of the room, and you've tried to lock eyes with his more than once, but no dice. you're about to give up - your Quirk only works if there's some initial interest, if someone locks eyes with you a little too long, if their pupils dilate just so but there's no chance of it happening at this rate. you could be less subtle, move over to him, and sweettalk his friends, the bespectacled hero talking a mile a minute and the sweet-faced angel in pink but there's something less prideful about that. men come to you, not the other way around.
you sigh and allow yourself to sip white wine with the intention of coming up with a good excuse, when fate shines upon you enough to find him slipping into the seat two seats beside you.
you blink, practically incredulous, but thinking quickly, you activate your Quirk and begin to lay on the charm, but he speaks to you first, startling you.
he's easy on the eyes but with a flat, unreadable expression.
"stop staring at me. it's creepy."
somewhere in the recesses of your mind, glass is shattering. you've never been so embarrassed.
shoto turns his gaze quickly and orders something from the bar that you can't hear because you're too busy burning up in shame. your mind races.
you can't remember the last time you've been so embarrassed, even if through the ambient chatter no one, not even the bartenders or other patrons can hear you be cut to size.
shoto turns his attention back to you with an old-fashioned in hand. he swirls the glass for a moment, watching you carefully, as though appraising your worth, and it makes you feel small, insignificant. all you can wonder is how you've been so obvious and oblivious. he's clearly not interested in you; you can barely activate your Quirk at this point, you're so deflated in confidence. you start to rise, but he says something else to stop you in your tracks.
"if you wanted to talk, just do so," shoto asks. you blink.
"i- uh-"
stammering is not your thing.
"did you come here alone?" he asks. he takes another sip, and his eyes darken as he softly exhales. he leans in and his cologne is more intoxicating than any scent you can buy.
there's an entry, just not in the way you expected, and it makes your heart race.
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ok ok ok but imagine trent's daughter, Phoebe and Henry, on a playdate or exploring stadium together? Like how have these kiddos not become friends??
YOU'RE SO RIGHT, ANON.
Headcanon time:
During a weekend training Henry is visiting again, Roy's sister is sick so he's justifying the Best Uncle award Phoebe gave him last year (it's very glittery), and Trent's babysitter unexpectedly bailed. So they all trail into work with kids that day and Rebecca is like, "Excuse me this is not a fucking daycare."
She says this while giving them all a kiss.
Pheobe: "That's a bad word, Ms. Welton, you owe me a pound."
Henry and Phoebe immediately race outside to play with the team but Trent's daughter, who is both younger and has never played football before, is just the shiest little bean about joining in. Trent, expert in anxious parenting, is prepared to run damage control with her favorite coloring books but Ted holds him back and within ten minutes Phoebe is showing her the ropes while Henry is Very Seriously working to tie her hair back for her.
Henry: "Excuse me, Mr. Independent sir, but can I borrow another hair-tie?"
Trent: "... how do you know my name?"
Trent, internally: Wait. Mr. Independent isn't my name??
Trent, with shorter hair than in Season 2: "Never mind that. How do you know I have hair-ties?"
Henry, answering both questions: "Daddy."
[Trent.exe has stopped working]
Rebecca, shouting across the pitch: "Give her pigtails, Henry! There you go!"
So the crimmlet learns some football and Trent, after recovering from his Omg Ted Talks About Me to His Son panic almost sorta kinda cries about it. By this point the himbos are absolutely in love with the trio and would die for them, no hesitation. (Dani actually says this, which is mildly alarming for the kids). After some super secret techniques are shared -- Phoebe: "This is how you kick the ball into someone's face. Uncle Ted loves it!" -- they all decide that they should probably get some actual training done. Besides, Henry just brought up the West Ham game he went to and... uh...
Yeah. Best to scoot them on out of there. Unconditional love doesn't trump hatred of West Ham, unfortunately.
The stadium houses a team of pro athletes and a massive staff of sleep-deprived professionals, meaning that there's plenty of food to go around for lunch. Ted (childhood personified) and Trent (a domestic mess post-divorce) are both happy to let the kids pig out on snacks. A growled "Fuck that" from Roy sends them off to the kitchen downstairs.
Do stadiums have kitchens? No idea. Probably not. This one does!
Trent, carryout aficionado: "So... does anyone know how to cook?"
Roy: "Do I fucking look like I have time to cook?"
Trent: "This was your idea."
Roy: "Shut up."
Ted: "Hmm. I'm afraid I'm more of a baking man myself."
The kids have been sitting at the counter, heads ping-ponging back and forth as they watch their three guardians fail the basic task of feeding them. Luckily for their faith in adults, it's about this moment that the crimmlet remembers that this is Ted.
Biscuit Ted.
Did you know that Trent Crimm used to be in a band? A metal band? That for six months in college he rebelled in the only way he knew how - artistically - and screamed everything he was keeping bottled up inside until he learned to purge himself through vicious prose instead?
His daughter inherited his lungs.
A six-year-old's high-pitched screaming + the reverberation of a primarily metal space = Significant Pain. Ted's, "Holy moly, Ms. Banshee!" is barely audible and Roy just nopes out of the situation without a shred of guilt. Phoebe and Henry -- immune to loud noises in the way only children can be -- exchange a A Look over the top of the crimmlet's head. Because she's screaming for the biscuits Ted gives her every week.
Henry hasn't had his Dad's cookies in six months.
Phoebe hasn't had them at all.
Now the screaming is joined by Very Indignant Yelling.
Trent: "Ted just make them some fucking biscuits."
Ted: "Right because that's healthier than the vending machines!?"
But one sugary meal is worth saving their eardrums, so.
There's an immediate change in tune when Ted asks who's gonna help him lick the bowl. Instant peace. Baking with three kids is messy, to put it mildly, and Ted isn't entirely sure how flour got into Trent's hair, but it definitely has more white streaks in it than it did this morning. Without thinking, he reaches up to smooth some of the flour away, fingers dragging gently through a lock and brushing his cheek in the process.
[Trent.exe has stopped working x2]
Crimmlet, tugging his pantleg with little flour handprints: "Daddy can the biscuit man stay forever?"
Trent, voice strangled: "... sure, honey."
Higgins pops in to find an absolute disaster of a kitchen and the normally unruffled Trent with cheeks the color of maraschino cherries (what's that about?). After getting caught up on events -- what they're willing to admit to, anyway -- he gently informs them that he could have fixed the kids a meal not made out of sugar and butter. Ah well. Too late now.
Higgins: "Also, Ted, shouldn't you be coaching the boys?"
Ted: "I'm sure Beard has it well in hand."
[Hard cut to the team seated semi-circle around Beard. He's lecturing on the drugs they can take without tanking their careers. Many are taking notes.]
The one good thing about a sugar high is that the crash comes right afterwards. Pheobe managed to get the crimmlet on her shoulders and the three of them raced off to explore the stadium, burning with short-term energy. Trent is mildly concerned about them sneaking out, but Ted reassures him that there's security at every exit. You know, to keep any... uh...
Trent: Press out?
Ted: Not all the press.
Trent: Oh, so I'm an exception am I?
Higgins, still standing there, forgotten, thinking about the book Trent is writing and how yes, he's literally an exception??
Ted: Trent Crimm you are not only an exception, you are exceptional.
[Trent.exe has stopped working x3]
Higgins, internally: OHHHHHHHHH
Later, there is a brief moment of panic when they can't find the kids -- Roy: "Don't worry. I once lost Phoebe and she turned up in my neighbor's bathtub with a new haircut." Ted: "Huh. That there's a story for another time." -- but Will ushers them quietly into the storeroom where they're piled like puppies on a bed of clean laundry, fast asleep. Ted snaps a picture and immediately sends it to the Richmond group chat. The himbos all come running to see the wholesomeness for themselves.
Will, whispering: They're so cute!! ... wait, now I need to do the laundry again :(((
Dani: No. Do not. Their beautiful, sleepy essence will help us win games.
Will: ... weird, but alright.
Henry's getting a little big for this now, but Ted manages to lift him bridle style and gently presses a kiss into his hair. Trent tenderly picks his little girl up, hand cradling her curls.
Roy slings Phoebe over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. She doesn't stir.
Rebecca sternly tells them that they're never to do this again, but also if she doesn't see the trio soon they'll regret it. Here's the ten pounds I owe Phoebe. Also there had better be some biscuits left, Ted.
Henry only wakes when they're back at the apartment, Beard flipping through nature documentaries while Ted kicks his legs up into his lap. Henry squeezes between the two of them.
Ted: "You have fun today, kiddo?"
Henry: "Uh huh."
Ted: "Hey, what's Trent's daughter's name anyway?"
Henry: "Oh... I never asked."
Beard tuts. "Why you wanna know so bad?"
Ted: "I just figure I should know his kid's name before I ask him out."
[Trent, twelve miles West, suddenly and without any warning getting hit with an absolute fuckton of feelings]:
#Ted Lasso#Trent Crimm#Tedependent#Roy Kent#Rebecca Welton#Leslie Higgins#Henry Lasso#Pheobe#Trent's daughter#Ted Lasso fic#crack treated seriously
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"Where do you think you're going, sweetheart?" • alpha!Bakugou x omega!female!reader
Warnings: a/b/o dynamics, all characters are aged up (18+), bakugou is a meanie (sniffles I love him), bakugou calls himself daddy, bakugou is kinda a perv, dacraphylia, degrading, knotting, mutual bickering, mating press, office setting, oral (f!receiving), porn with a little bit of plot, pet names (pretty thing, sweetheart, baby, love, pet, honey, little one, etc), pwp (reader is bakugou's assistant), reader is a tsundere, reader doesn't talk much (I'm bad at writing it), size difference (bakugou is humongous), squirting, smut, teasing
W/C: 3,488 (oml)
A/N: This is my first EVER fic. I'm so proud 🥺 It is for @kxkyuu-main and her ask here
You found an ad on Indeed a week after you moved to Tokyo. It was an assistant position at the pro hero agency for Dynamight. You had previously worked in a smaller agency in Yokohama.
You got the interview literal hours after applying for the position. You were ecstatic, already picking out your outfit for the infamous Dynamight.
All went according to plan the next week, and finally on Friday you had the interview.
Walking into the building you felt so small, miniscule even. Clutching your bag closer to your body as you walked to the front desk.
"Uh.. hi. I have an interview with Dynamight, for the assistant position?" Your voice was meek at the beginning, but steadily got more confident.
The woman at the desk directed you to take the elevator to the 12th floor, where his office was. Saying he was ready for you.
Pressing the button to the elevator and walking in was the easiest task of that day. The day had been easy up to the moment you met him, Bakugou Katsuki. The biggest Alpha you had ever laid eyes on. Yeah you had seen pictures of him, but none of them prepared you for the day you met him.
That was a year and a half ago. You have settled comfortably into your new position and new home. The pay is good and the people you work with are nice. Excluding one.
Your boss Bakugou Katsuki was mean. Downright unbearable some days. But so were you. You could bite back with the same amount of anger and hatred that he used when you two bickered. You once called him out on the consistency of the disagreements you two had, called them "fights". He was quick to correct you.
"Tch, if we were fighting, you would know" He said with his usual snarky tone.
The man who you regularly had to be in close proximity to never seemed to be drawn to your scent. It was unorthodox for sure, but you never really thought much about it.
You knew your scent well. Freshly picked apples and a slight hint of mint. The alpha male that you were assistant to smelled richly of campfire smoke and the sweetness of iced tea.
It was an addicting smell, yes, but you never once thought he could be your mate. Not with all the fighting- sorry bickering you two did.
After half a year of working with Bakugou the fighting became more tense, like there was something in the air. Hell, you felt like you could cut it with a knife.
Then, he asked you the question all unmated omegas dread.
"So where's your mark, huh?" He was sat at his desk, smirk plastered onto his face as he looked towards you. And for the first time, that smirk lit a fire inside you, and you panicked.
You fumbled with your response as his gaze bore into you, unable to form a complete thought with him looking at you like that. But you were able to respond after a few minutes.
"Well, I don't see you mated either. What's the deal with that? A prominent Alpha like you unable to find his mate?" You were happy with your response.
But he wasn't. "It is bad enough I have to be surrounded by your scent all day, now I have to deal with you being a little bitch too?"
And that was the last straw, you got up and grabbed a stack of papers from your desk and headed to the copier room.
Finally away from his suddenly mind hazing scent you were able to breath deeply and clear your mind, yet the fire that he had lit inside you had yet to go out.
You opened the copier and placed one of the papers inside it. Then you heard the door open behind you and the scent you had just been able to get away from was engulfing you whole.
His voice rumbled in your chest. "Such a pretty thing, too bad you have such a bad mouth." He hissed into your ear, sending shivers down your spine. He had never been this close to you before, you were unable to think as the smell of smoke and tea was filling your nostrils.
You felt him bury his nose in your hair, unable to pull himself away from you. "So fucking sweet." He mumbles to himself.
Suddenly you felt his chest press against your back, it sucked the air right out of your lungs, now they were filled with the smokey air of the room. You tried to turn around but his hands quickly moved to your hips.
Tiny. You felt like the smallest thing on earth as his beefy hands grabbed your hips. He kept you in place as he spoke again.
"Where do you think you're going, sweetheart?" His voice was low, too low. It was awakening something inside you that you had never felt before.
You didn't want it to stop though. So you bit your lip and kept quiet, only mumbling out your bosses name as he squeezes your doughy hips.
"D-Dynamight" You manage to squeak out. The foreign feeling of his hands on your body making your brain even more hazy than his scent.
The warmth of his breath hits your neck, "Call me Katsuki, little one" Your body shudders again, a forbidden sound escapes your lips at his next movement.
His warm tongue glides from your earlobe down to your neck, right where your mating mark would be. His tongue stays there for a minute, circling around the spot as if he is mapping it out within his brain.
You feel like putty within his grasp, one of his hands moves so it's on your stomach, and he squeezes, making your body jolt.
He chuckles lowly, teeth now grazing against the spot, the fire in your stomach being fueled by each of his movements, no matter how small of a shift.
Your head started spinning as he turned you around, warm lips on yours without warning. Hands roaming your sides as he looked for the perfect spot to hold you close to him.
You could hear him, his growling, his absolute need for you. Then, his fingers were in your hair, pulling your head back and causing your mouth to open. Your eyes close as you feel the slight pain of him pulling your hair.
Then he spits in your mouth, his gruff voice following suit. "Swallow." It wasn't a question, it was a demand.
You have no clue why you did it, but you swallowed. And you felt yourself get wetter as he then lightly pats your cheek.
"what a good little pet" The words send heat to your cheeks, and he notices. "You like that, huh? Being called my pet?"
And you nod. You fucking nod and your heart swells. Your boss has you feeling things you have never felt before. These feelings are so new, so unknown. But you love it. You want more.
"Katsuki..." You say his name again. And you hear him groan under his breath.
"God. You have no clue what you do to me." It's the first time he has ever said something like that to you. And it makes you feel weak, but it makes you feel powerful too.
You look up at him, his huge figure towering over you. You let out a soft mumble of something, then he picks you up, laying you on the table in the copier room.
You finally get the perfect view of him, laying on your back and seeing the giant alpha who has been in your life every single day. You watch as he gets on his knees, pulling your hips to the end of the table.
"W-What are you doing?" You mumble out, he pushes your skirt up to your waist and then moves your thighs apart, his head finding purchase near your core.
And without warning he shoves his nose into your cunt, sniffing your wetness without a care in the world. Like he is the only one in the room. "So fuckin' sweet"
You think he's done with his pervy sniffing, but then he licks your panties, a long stripe of his saliva causing your panties to become even wetter than they had been from your arousal.
Your body rumbles as he speaks into your cunt, "Fuck you smell so good, hun" Your body reacts to his words, thighs squeezing shut in embarrassment.
"Come on, don't be like that" His hands pry your thighs apart, tongue meeting the sheer fabric that is barring him from tasting you fully.
"Y/N.." His husky voice melts any sort of resolve you had left, toes curling as you feel him peel off your panties.
He takes a sharp breath, hissing as he sees your bare pussy. Unable to resist as he presses his tongue against your clit, moving in perfect motions as his hands grab and paw at your thighs.
You moan softly, but he still hears it. And it makes him go even more feral. His mouth now sucking your clit as one of hands moves from your thigh. Pressing a digit against your entrance and pushing in.
The size of just one of your fingers has you wondering just how big his cock is, which in turn makes your head spin even more.
His finger searches for your spongy center, and once he finds it he doesn't go easy on you. Pushing another finger into you and bullying the sensitive spot over and over.
You quickly become a writhing mess on the table, a hand reaching for his dirty blond hair and grabbing a handful. Your body has no idea what it's feeling except for the fact that you are addicted to it.
A pressure starts building inside you, and you try and tell Bakugou, but he isn't listening. He's to focused on how good you taste. His whole world crumbling around him as he finally gets to taste what he has been dreaming of for years.
And you taste like heaven, absolutely divine. You taste like warm apple crisp with vanilla ice cream. And he cannot get enough of it.
You know for a fact the orgasm that is growing inside you isn't like any you have had before, it's stronger, much stronger. You can feel the tears welling up in the corners of your eyes as the pressure continues to build.
Then, it snaps. Without warning you squirt all over your bosses lower face, and he hums, being able to taste your squirt is like God's gift to him. He licks up all of the clear liquid as crystal clear tears drop to your cheeks.
After he has cleaned in between your thighs, he stands from his kneeling position, arms caging you in as he leans over you.
"Awe was that too much for you sweet thing?" His tone is mocking, but a soft sign of caring deep underneath. You shake your head and he clicks his tongue. Leaning towards you more and wiping some of your tears off your cheek with a smirk.
Your core is still on fire, you feel insatiable.
"Katsuki..?" Your voice is soft as you say his name, "Are you going to fuck me?"
He smiles and nods, "If that's okay with you, little one" And you nod back, a soft whimper coming from you when he confirms.
"Yes please.." Not even a second after you say yes his buckle is coming undone, and your heart is racing.
He moves his hands to your thighs, pushing them up to your chest with ease, holding them in place with one arm as he takes his cock in the other hand. Pressing his tip against your hole.
You take a sharp breath in as he pushes his tip into your walls, your eyes squeezing shut at the burning sensation of him stretching your cunt out.
"D'worry baby, daddy'll tak good care of you" His voice is like silk in your ear, so smooth and comforting. The pain almost goes away completely before he pushes more of his length into you.
He dryly laughs as he feels you get wetter from his words, "Such a fuckin' slut. Who woulda known?" He slaps your thigh, pushing into you as you squeak from the slap, already half of his huge girth inside you.
You feel like if he pushes any more of his length into you that you will most definitely split in half. But that doesn't stop him, his hand that was grasping his shaft is now circling your clit, making your walls tighten around him.
"Come on, I know you can take it" His voice is snarky, venomous even. But you nod, saying yes without speaking.
And you do, you take it all. Without any complaints because this is what you have been wanting for 2 years now, but you didn't even know it.
You pull his face to yours, lips against his with passion as he pushes the rest of his length into you, a sigh of relief comes from him as you try and adjust to his huge size.
But then he moves without warning. And you moan so loudly, loud enough to the point that you are 100% sure that everyone in the office heard it.
As if he read your mind, he speaks "Don't worry, honey. I sent everyone home for the day. No one can hear you, be as loud as you need to be."
And him just saying that opens a floodgate. As he continues to move his cock in and out of your wet cunt, you moan louder and louder.
His tip bullies it's way into your womb, the feeling mixed with your growing orgasm sends you spiraling, babbling his name over and over like a mantra. He is the only thing on your mind as he fuck you.
Then you finally feel it, the heat washing over you as you cum on his cock. Which makes him pick up his pace even more, picking you up from the table and slamming you against the wall, his teeth are hazardously close to your mating mark spot.
But at this point in time you don't care, and nor does he. His teeth sink into your skin and electricity goes through your body in waves.
He growls as he continues to bite your neck, so close to making you his forever "Fuckin' mine, ain't that right sweetheart?" the way your walls clench around him is the only answer he needs.
You feel his cock twitch inside you, his breathing becoming heavy with each thrust. His nails digging into your pillowy skin as he gets closer to his release.
"Fuck Y/N.. I'm gonna cum" He groans loudly, and his beautiful groans make you go crazy, pulling him closer to you. Not wanting to lose his body heat as you feel yourself growing close to your second orgasm.
"Please.. Please Katsu.. Cum inside me" You practically beg for him to fill you up, and he does. He doesn't waste a fucking second. You feel his searing hot cum inside your womb, and he keeps fucking into you with vigor.
Not stopping even after you have creamed on his cock for the second time, eyes rolling into the back of your head as the pleasure washes over your body.
He then pulls you from the wall and holds you up with one arm as he pulls the door open, walking you to his office and placing you on the leather couch.
You're on your hands and knees for him. Completely vulnerable to his whims. But you don't care. You want him to do everything and anything to you.
He grabs your ass with both of his hands, pushing the tip of his length against your entrance again and pushing into you with a purr of your name.
His cock immediately hits that perfect spot inside you, and he's making you see stars. And then he starts moving again, and you feel like you might faint. But by some ounce of luck you stay awake.
You feel every single vein of his gliding across your gummy walls. The sounds of your lust fills the room. You hear his hips snapping against your ass with every single thrust. And it just makes you wetter and wetter.
But he doesn't stop, not until he can feel you on the verge of your third orgasm. Then he slows down, his huge hand splayed out on your upper back to keep you pressed against the leather of the couch.
"You feel so good around my cock, baby, like you were fuckin' made for me" And that's when it happens. Your scents mix to create a smokey apple pie scent that fills the room.
You know he smells it too. And his whole demeanor changes, his movements become more languid, more sensual. Like he is thinking about each movement. With each stroke of his cock against your sensitive walls you grow closer to your release.
He whispers for you, a sound you have never heard before. "Cum f'me Y/N..." His voice is almost sweet, like the scent that fills the room.
And your body complies, you cream on his cock for the 3rd time that night. You aren't sure how much more you can take, but Bakugou has so many more plans for you.
He fills you up again without warning, and it makes you see white spots. It makes you feel loved as he fills you with his hot seed. It's so romantic to the new you that he has brought out.
"Gonna breed this pretty pussy of yours, make you all mine" He growls again and it makes the fire inside you burn even hotter.
And katsuki never says anything he doesn't mean. So he pulls you from your knees and pulls his cock out if you, making you feel so empty all of a sudden. Like a part of you is missing.
"Ride me, princess" His voice is stern as he sits on the leather couch, letting his pants drop to the floor along with his boxers. His meaty thighs exposed as well as his cock fully erect for you.
And you waste no time to straddle him, even though it hurts your hips to have your thighs around his big meaty ones, you endure the pain as you lower yourself onto his huge tip.
Bracing yourself for the searing pain as you lower yourself, nails digging into Katsuki's shoulders as you take more of him.
"'ts too much... I can't." And he shakes his head. Placing his hands on your hips as he pushes you down on his length further, inch my inch you take his whole cock. Not without your whines and begs for him to go slower, in which he clicked his tongue and continued anyways.
And then you took back control. Slightly bouncing up and down on the alphas huge cock, tears coming to your eyes as you feel his cock inside your womb again, even deeper than you had felt him before.
His face was buried in your neck, inhaling your scent as you were riding him. He couldn't resist you. Not for any longer. He couldn't stop himself when he found the spot to make you his.
You jolted as he licked the spot, but you didn't stop him. You wanted this, you needed this. More than anything in your whole entire life. This moment will make or break you.
Then it happened. He sunk his teeth into your neck, making you his. And all the stars aligned. You felt him cum inside you as He bit you, his knot growing quickly afterwards. Your body felt like it was floating, everything felt perfect.
Everything felt like it was meant to be. And you wouldn't change it for the world. He pulls his teeth out of your neck and pulls his head back, looking you in the eyes for the first time in what felt like forever.
His cherry red eyes meeting yours made you feel complete. His hand met your cheek, softly rubbing his thumb against your skin as his knot sat inside you.
"I've wanted to do that for so long, Y/N" His voice was sincere. And so were his eyes. You knew this was right.
The three words you had never said to anyone but your parents came from your lips so easily, "I love you, Katsuki" And your lips met his. Your heart swelled from the kiss.
He pulled away and repeated those three words back to you, "I love you too, Y/N, So much."
You're his. And he is yours. And you couldn't be happier.
The man that had once been a thorn in your side is now the one you are going to spend the rest of your life with.
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The Christmas Date | Chapter 7: Winter Wonderland
Pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Fem!Kerner!Reader
(Ron Kerner is Slider, Iceman’s backseater)
Wordcount: 2.3k
Summary: Y/n “Athena” Kerner and Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw hate each other. Everybody knows. What happens when they have to fake date for a whole week to avoid Iceman and Slider’s matchmaking plans?
(there won’t be smut in this series)
Warnings: fluff, fluff, FLUFF, mentions of car accident, mentions of coma, mentions of wanting to give up (aka die), you're gonna hate me for this one.
A/N: DID I JUST CHANGE THE WHOLE PLOT WHILE WRITING THIS BECAUSE THENA AND ROOSTER WERE BEGGING ME TO MAKE THIS HAPPEN? yes. i don't regret anything.
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Rooster's side of the bed is empty when you wake up for the second time. "Nugget?" you ask, wondering if he's in the bathroom.
You wait for a few seconds, the only answer you receive is a silent room and some giggling from downstairs. What is Jesse up to?
You get out of bed, feeling more relaxed than you've ever felt in years. Looking around the room for something comfy to wear over your pajama t-shirt, you find one of Rooster’s hoodies in the chair next to the window. You look at it, weighing the pros and cons of wearing it.
Pros: It's big and comfy. It seems warm, too. You have to wear your boyfriend’s clothes around your family, right?
Cons: Rooster is going to tease the shit out of you. Everyone's gonna think you did… something last night.
It's not worth it.
You walk toward the door when you think of one last pro. You turn around so quickly that you almost trip on your own feet, going to grab the hoodie.
Going downstairs a few minutes later, you overhear Rooster talking with the rest.
"Just... don't mention last night at all, okay?"
"Rooster," your dad is not going to stop until he knows, "Did something happen between you two?"
"Slider, I can promise you this has nothing to do with me. I told you I would never hurt her, right?" He says with a tired voice, as if the conversation has been going on for a while.
You decide that it's your turn to save him now. "Then what- Morning, sweetheart!"
You walk towards the men, kissing your dad's cheek, and then hug Rooster, just like the lovely girlfriend you are. "You left"
"I know, sorry," he says as he kisses your forehead and looks to Jesse, who is waiting in front of the oven with Becca for the chocolate chip cookies to be done. "Jesse thought you were sad last night and wanted to make you cookies. We helped him"
You move away from him, raising an eyebrow. "You helped?"
He rolls his eyes, smiling. "I didn't measure any of the ingredients. And Becca moved the salt to the other side of the kitchen so we didn't have an accident"
"So you just looked" you tease him, enjoying his hurt expression.
"I had the very important task of preheating the oven, you know."
You chuckle. "That's just pressing some buttons. I bet Jesse did more than you"
"I was in charge of kneading the mass!" He chimes in, proud of his task.
"And I'm sure you did a very good job!" you say, going with him and hugging him tight while saying hi to Becca.
She looks at you, eyes showing concern. "Thena, did something happen last night?"
You shake your head. "Don't worry about it" You look at Rooster, who is talking with your father while drinking his coffee. He looks so relaxed whenever he's home. He laughs at something your dad says, making you smile a bit, too. "I wasn't alone"
As if he can sense you are talking about him, he looks in your direction, winking, before rejoining the conversation with your father and Iceman, who has just entered the kitchen.
"Please," Sarah says walking in, pointing at Rooster with her index finger "tell me those cookies have sugar and not salt"
Bradley groans. "It was ONE time, Sarah"
"We had to throw one hundred cookies away," she insists, making you laugh. Sarah, Iceman, your dad, and Mav, who has joined in too, grab some coffee mugs and move to the living room, to sit in front of the chimney.
Rooster looks at you, eyes narrowed. “Grouchy, you shouldn’t be laughing at me”
“Oh?” he grabs the bag of flour from the counter, walking slowly in your direction with a devilish smile. “Don’t you dare, nugget”
“I think you have something on your face, look,” he says, grabbing a handful of flour and throwing it.
Jesse giggles. “Mom, mom, take pictures of Aunt Thena”
You blink a few times, looking at the bag of flour. “Bradshaw, this isn’t funny,” you mutter, faking to be angry.
His smile drops instantly. “Shit, Thena,” he says, looking around, trying to find something to help you clean yourself. He grabs one of the kitchen towels from the drawer, and when he turns around, you throw flour at his face.
“Looking good, fly boy!” you laugh, patting his chest, flour falling to the floor.
"Run,” he whispers, getting ready to chase after you.
You drop the empty bag and dash from the kitchen as fast as you can. Rooster is right behind you, sprinting when you get to the living room. He grabs your waist, lifting you off the floor. “You’re mine,” he says while tickling you.
You feel your heart skipping a beat at his words. You laugh it off, escaping from his embrace, and turn around to look at him. The air seems to shift around you two. Something feels different. You two have been closer than this, but... why does it feel different? Why does it make your heart beat faster? Why are your cheeks burning? Rooster’s eyes have always been this beautiful? He leans a bit, his flour-covered mustache makes you smile. “See something you like, Bradshaw?”
“You” he whispers, leaning closer. Wait, is this really happening? You two have kissed before, but it was just a quick peck for Jesse. This is completely different. But why is he going to kiss you? Do you want him to kiss you?
Sarah’s gasp is so loud that you almost jump away from Rooster. “Why are you two halfwits running around the house covered in flour? You two go upstairs and shower before coming back here and cleaning everything”
You and Rooster look at each other, smiling like teenagers who have been caught doing something they shouldn’t have been doing. And it kind of feels like it because you were about to kiss.
Was he doing it because the others were there? Yeah, that has to be it.
But when he winks at you before going upstairs to shower, you’re not so sure of anything anymore.
Today is the town's Christmas light switch-on. In big cities, by this time of the year, the lights have been on for at least a month already. But this is a small town, and they can’t afford it for so many days.
The Kazanskis have a tradition: they spend the morning making chocolate chip cookies or Christmas cookies and give them away after the switch-on, with some hot chocolate. This year, it’s the Christmas cookies. You’ve been decorating cookies in different shapes: Christmas trees, candy canes, and snowmen. The boys made the dough (Rooster was only allowed to knead it), and the girls and Jesse were in charge of decorating.
You’re walking toward the town square, holding Jesse’s hand. Rooster is holding his other hand. He seems to be the happiest kid in town.
“Uncle Roos, how big is the Christmas tree?” Jesse asks while jumping around.
“Hmmm, I think it’s 20 feet tall”
“Is that big?” he asks again.
Rooster nods, stopping and kneeling down to fasten Jesse’s scarf. “Oh, yes. Really big”
“Nice!” he says, waiting until Rooster’s done to go with his mom.
"So," the pilot says as he rises to his feet. “Can I ask you a question?”
“Sure”
“Did you wear my hoodie this morning on purpose or was it just an accident?” He raises an eyebrow while smiling.
You roll your eyes, ignoring his question and walking away. “You’re something else, Rooster”
“What happened with nugget?”
You scoff, “You really like it, huh?”
“Grouchy, just answer me,” he grabs your hand slowly, giving you enough time to pull away in case you don’t want him to touch you. "Please"
You sigh, looking at his hand. "...it smelled like you"
"And that's…good?" He says, his eyes moving over your face, looking for answers.
You bite your lip, deciding whether to keep talking about this or not. "It was like a hug. A never-ending, comforting hug. And I needed that today," you shrug as you try to walk away, but he stops you.
"You need a hug now?" He waits for you with his arms open.
It's kind of funny seeing a man so tall, with red cheeks and nose due to the cold, opening his arms in the middle of the street, waiting for a hug.
You walk into his open arms, a place that is slowly becoming a refuge. "I am supposed to hate you," you whisper, hiding your face in the crook of his neck.
“You don’t hate me,” he says, caressing your back.
“You don’t know that,” you grumble, getting closer to him and his warm body.
“Honey, you don't act like you hate me"
You raise your head, glaring at him. "And how do I act, then?"
"Like you wanna kiss me"
You let out a laugh, a nervous one. "Jesus, Rooster. You really are desperate"
He drops his arms, walking a few steps back. "Am I? Am I seeing things?"
"I don't know what you're talking about" you say, shaking your head.
"Y/n, you say that, but we both know that you had feelings for me"
"I'm not having this conversation with you" you turn around, looking for your family who is long gone.
"I heard you. After the crash. When I was in coma"
His words make you stop completely.
After the accident, when Rooster spent three days in the hospital and everyone thought he was going to give up without a fight, you didn’t move from his side. Well, you couldn’t, you had a severe wound on your belly, but you begged the doctors to put you in the same room as him. You wanted to see him, to make sure he was okay.
You didn’t allow yourself to close your eyes for two days, afraid that once you did, he would stop breathing.
On the second night, you got out of your bed as carefully as you could to not open your wound and walked to his bed, grabbing his hand and whispering to him: “If you need a reason to fight, I’ll give you one; I love you. I didn’t realize it until you said those beautiful things to me the night before prom. If you can hear me, please. Please, I need you to wake up. I need to see that smile again. And I want those pretty eyes to look at me once more. If you can hear me…”
“...wake up, please,” he says, your heart almost beating out of your chest as he continues reciting word for word what you said to him all those years ago. “I can’t lose the first person I’ve ever loved”
“Y-you heard me,” you breathe out.
“Of course I heard you! I was ready to give up. I didn’t have anyone left,” he says, moving closer to you, his hand slowly moving to your face, and waiting for you to pull apart. He doesn’t notice, but those gestures are driving you crazy. When you don’t move, his thumb caresses your cheek. “I was ready to go until I heard your voice. I couldn’t leave”
You let out a shaky breath, your body overwhelmed by all the emotions you’re going through at this moment. “W-why?”
"Because I couldn't leave my girl alone," his voice is thick; you can't tell what he's thinking right now. Everything is so new, and weird and different, and at the same time it feels like a dream. Like the 17-year-old girl inside of you, is living her teenage dream. He licks his lips, the hypnotizing movement makes your brain stop working. “Is there any possibility that my grouchy, the girl I’ve been taking care of these past few days… is that same girl that begged me to stay with her?”
Your body is shaking so much, and not because of the cold temperature, but because you don’t know the answer. Have these few days you’ve been back home rekindled some old feelings you thought were long gone? Have you become so immersed in character that you've forgotten this was supposed to be a lie? Are you hoping that after all of this, he is going to magically confess his undying love for you, just like in some Hallmark movie?
“What if it is?” you ask, not understanding your feelings, but wanting to know what he would do in that case.
“Then I’ll ask her for a chance. And I’ll make things right”
“Rooster, I- ” you choke on your words, tears coming to your eyes. This is too much; you can’t do this. What if he’s lying? What if he wants to laugh at you? No, he wouldn’t do that. What if he just wants your body, like Solo? He would never do that. You shake your head, trying to make those horrible thoughts disappear.
“Hey, hey, fly girl. Look at me” you look at his eyes, ever so gentle. “It’s me, stupid chicken. I’m not going to hurt you. Talk to me”
"I'm so scared, Rooster," you sob, finally admitting that he's right.
“I know, love. I know," he says as he wipes your tears away with your scarf. “But I just want to treat you like you deserve. I want to show you what being loved feels like.”
You close your eyes and take a deep breath. How have things changed so much in four days? You feel Rooster’s forehead against yours before he speaks again, his hot breath warming your skin.
“Can you give me a chance, grouchy?”
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A/N 2: OKAY NOW THAT YOU'VE READ IT. Remember how I said these two have too much to unpack before being prepared to be in a relationship? Thena being unable to love herself, Rooster always blaming himself for the accident.... just think of all that and all the consequences this can have in their relationship, if Thena gives Rooster a chance. I'll let you think about it FOR A WEEK.
And don't forget about Solo. We haven't seen the last of him yet.
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christmas cookies ▪︎ H. Hyunjin
pairing : hwang hyunjin x reader
summary : hyunjin and y/n make cookies together
warning : cookies, touching hot metal (?), a soft hynie, fluff
"Hyunjin! You also have to add the white sugar to the butter mix!" Y/n exclaimed in an urgent tone to stop Hyunjin from turning on the blender.
He looked at his girl with wide open eyes. "We had to?" He questioned in disbelief. Y/n smiled sweetly at the man she loved so much. "Yes, we need to, darling." He nodded smiling sheepisly, doing what his girlfriend told him to.
Christmas is approaching and Hyunjin and Y/n are doing the most christmas-y thing in the world, and that is preparing christmas cookies! And to this far, it hasn't been a complete mess. At least not yet.
After the dough was made, Jinnie took up the task to roll out the dough and Y/n was set to cut out the pieces.
It wasn't that he was not able to do the job, but he appeared to be pressing too soft or too hard at some places. In conclusion, the dough was uneven.
Y/n had some idea that this would happen. So, she just stood by his side, a smile playing on her lips. She didn't have the heart to deny him to do the work. Hyunjin seemed to be too excited to bake cookies as well. And she was willing to switch tasks to make her love happy.
Awhile later, Hyunjin looked up at her, an embarrassed smile. "I messed up didn't I?"
She shook her head, smiling. "It's okay. Want to switch places?" She asked.
He lit up in an instant on hearing the offer. "You sure?"
"Of course we can. You can cut the cookies instead." Y/n smiled lovingly. Jinnie smiled, stepping aside from the rolled dough, letting Y/n take over the task.
And that way, things went more smoothly. Y/n rolled the dough to the perfect quarter inch and Hyunjin cut out the cookies. While the cookies were baking in the oven, they prepared the royal icing.
Surprisingly, Jinnie was a pro at making the royal icing. "Where did you learn to make the icing that well?" Y/n asked, standing behind Hyunjin, her hands snaked up in the front of his chest. "Uhhh, I used to see my mom make this. And I made it a few times too!" He said just like a kid telling his mother about his day at school. In such a cheerful manner that made Y/n kiss his cheeks. "You're adorable."
"I know right?" She laughed, punching him softly.
The oven pinged, telling them the cookies were done. Y/n was over excited to see the cookies that she went to take them out of the oven without a mitten. Before Hyun could stop her, she had touched the tray and Y/n was holding her hands tightly, jumping up and down. Hyun ran to her side, gently holding her hands. He pulled her to the sink, rinsing her hands with cold water. After a minute or two, he pulled her hands from under the water, blowing gently.
"You okay, 아기?"
You nodded. It was just half a second that you had touched the tray. It was actually fine. You were used to these kind of small injuries.
"You sure you're okay, love?" Hyun asked concern clearly etched over his face. You smiled. "Yeah. I'm fine its nothing." He nodded, kissing your hands. "There, there. It's fine now." He winked smilingly.
The two decorate the cookies together, having the fun of their lives. In an hour or two, the cookies were done and ready. Hyun was clicking pictures of the cookies, prepared to show off his and his girl's cooking skills to the boys.
He turned to Y/n all of a sudden, staring at her with wide eyes. Y/n noticed, "What?" She smiled.
"Y/n I just realised something!"
"Ansd that is?" She quirked an eyebrow, telling him to go on.
"I realized how deeply I am in love with you, Y/n L/n", he smiled.
Y/n smiled as well. "And I love you too, Hwang Hyunjin," She placed a sweet peck on Hyun's lips, "till my last breath."
a/n : hope you liked it :) reqs are open and I'm back <3
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This is for the 'send me a character for headcanons of 3 pros and 3 cons of dating them':
This was a very long thought over choice but I picked Merrick because I'm honestly genuinely curious of the pros and cons of dating Mer-Bear.
This one started as a challenge, then somehow came naturally?
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Pros & Cons of Dating (Thomas A. Merrick Headcanons)
Pros
His memory (especially when it comes to you) is top tier. He has your favourite drink, and take out order memorized so he can surprise you on nights you need a pick me up or you're both too lazy to cook
Sitting on the couch, recovering from what felt like the longest day in existence you heard the front door open and the familiar greeting of your boyfriend as he entered.
A smile tugging at the corner of your lips when you saw your favourite drink in his hand, "a small peace offering" he shrugged
He cooks as a hobby, and truly enjoys trying and creating new recipes
"The next step is to fold in the cheese" You giggled, watching as he rolled his eyes. Focusing on the task at hand.
"What does that mean? What does fold in the cheese mean?" He played along, smile widening as you laughed harder. Nearly falling off the counter in the process.
The two of you were trying out a new recipe he found online a few nights ago. He was doing the cooking, while you kept him company and read off the instructions.
"Cheese is folded like origami into this, now what?"
His music taste is vast but refined
Whether it's humming along to the radio, or able to tell you what song is playing by the first few notes -- he never fails to shock you with how many bands he listens to.
It's also incredibly sweet when he starts playing new songs when you're around. All on the premise that he heard it and either thought of you, or thinks you'll enjoy it.
Cons
Good luck watching movies with him. Either he stops paying attention halfway through or falls asleep within the first 15 minutes
Arms resting behind his head, he watched as you grabbed the remote and your favourite snack. Clicking play with a smile, you cuddled into his side.
"Don't fall asleep this time" you teased, feeling him chuckle from beside you, promising not to.
It was about 1/3rd of the way through the movie when you felt him shift his weight a few times. Opting to lean further into the arm of the couch. You paid little mind, as this was a movie you've been waiting to see for months.
It was around the halfway mark, a quieter scene when you glanced over at the man. Seeing him glancing between the TV and his phone. With a soft sigh, you reached forward and paused the movie; knowing all too well what was happening.
"Need a break?"
For a guy with only facial hair, he spends a surprising amount of time and money on it
Knuckles tapping gently against the wood of the door, you softly inquired as to whether or not he was ready to leave for the night.
You'd been ready to go, waiting on the couch for the last 20 minutes. Waiting for him to finish up in the bathroom; where he was finishing a couple last details.
Peeking your head in, you were met by an array of different hair and beard products lining the counter….and your boyfriend still not fully dressed.
Snores like a freight train
Jumping slightly, you blinked the sleep out of your eyes. Looking around the room as you tried to comprehend why you were awake suddenly.
After a few seconds, you closed your eyes again. Willing your heart to calm down as you cuddled into your boyfriends side. Eyes shooting wide open again at the snore that came from his mouth.
No, it can't be.
Glaring up at him, you shook his body. Urging him to wake up and fucking breathe. His hand pressing back against you, sleepily shoving you back as he got more comfortable.
Sighing, you sat up and grabbed your pillow; pressing it gently against his face until you felt him wake up. Pulling the fabric away, you looked down at him and simply whispered:
"An eye for an eye, you bitch"
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Frustrated Mandalorian and TBB Thoughts
I was just reading this article
And as soon as I saw the title, I knew it was probably gonna annoy me (that, and I tend to find myself getting irked by CBR articles anyway, but that's a preference). But there are a couple of specific bits I want to touch on because... what???
(I've also bracketed screenshots with this • to help separate parts of the article with my own thoughts. And there are mild TBB S2 spoilers near the end.)
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Because that's how it started off???
After Din decided not to give Grogu to the client, he was given the task of returning him to his own kind (I'll touch on this again in a minute). Looking after the kid was literally a job that he was given.
But that doesn't mean it stayed that way either. Din very much began to care about Grogu and began to see him as a son. It isn't just a job for him.
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"Tries to palm him off on Luke Skywalker"
I... *sighs*
This implies that Din is just trying to offload the kid on whoever he can, which is not the case. Like I said, Din was given the job of returning Grogu to his own kind (aka, a Jedi like Luke) so of course he was trying to find someone else to take care of him.
But that also doesn't mean he wanted to let Grogu go. He grew to love him like a son and ultimately didn't want to say goodbye. "He doesn't want to go with you" was Din's last hope that maybe they wouldn't have to part.
The implication from this sentence that Din was just trying to offload the kid irritates me because he only ever did it because that's what he believed was best for the kid. He was only ever trying to do right by Grogu.
Him letting Grogu go with Luke is a testament to how good of a dad Din is. He was just doing what he believed was best for his son.
(Also, Luke came to Grogu after hearing his call through the force. He didn't just take him because Din kept pestering him).
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"Had Din really been a loving, caring and sacrificing dad"
... I'm about to throw hands in a second.
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Of course he doesn't understand the requirements of being a dad! The show is literally about him learning how to be a dad!
Also, we had an entire episode of TBB (Cut and Run) where Cut Lawquane had to explain to Hunter what was going to be involved in looking after a child because Hunter didn't know.
Neither Din nor Hunter really know how to be a dad because they've never had to look after a kid before.
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Are we suggesting that Din doesn't???
Oh, I'm sorry. I forgot that Din was an uncaring, emotionless plank. My bad.
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Din has a sense of protection. DIN HAS A SENSE OF PROTECTION. WHY ARE WE USING THIS AS AN ARGUMENT TO SAY WHY HUNTER IS BETTER?
Din has literally shown compassion, empathy and protection to not just Grogu but also other people.
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... did we watch the same two episodes?
At what point does Echo change his mind after the raid on Dooku's Palace? Okay, he went to make sure that Omega was okay after she overheard his conversation with Hunter, but at no point is there any suggestions that he's decided that Hunter is right and that they should go into hiding. Echo is still very pro-Rebellion and wants to actively fight against the Empire while helping people.
Also, using Echo changing his mind (which he didn't) to explain why Hunter is the better dad suggests that Echo was a bad parental figure for also, hold on, let me check my notes here... wanting to protect Omega.
Echo has always been willing to protect Omega, he just wants to do more to help other people and fight the Empire at the same time.
While Hunter's views are valid, that does not mean that he's automatically a better parent than a) the rest of the Batch and b) Din Djarin, who are more willing to actively fight against Emperial forces.
Both Din and Hunter are good dads and they both have a lot to learn. Neither of them are perfect, but I do think that a lot of the arguments in this article are flawed, and show a lack of understanding of what happens in both TBB and The Mandalorian.
This is no hate towards to author by the way. I'm not gonna demand that they get their journalist title stripped. I just don't think this is the best article and it feels inherently biased towards Hunter. As if they came up with the title and then just scrounged up any argument they could as to why Din is a bad dad.
You can have your own opinion on who you think is a better father figure, but that does not automatically make one bad and one good.
This level of comparison between characters is not always necessary and can result in a lot of inaccurate representations of certain characters.
#slightly ranty post#but i had a lot of thoughts#i should probably stop reading cbr articles because i've gotten annoyed by them so many times#star wars#the mandalorian#din djarin#grogu#din and grogu#clan of two#the bad batch#hunter#tbb hunter#echo#tbb echo#the bad batch season 2#the bad batch season 2 spoilers
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This may seem a super odd question but I'm very curious and I think It can help other writers. How do you organise your writing hours in the day? You're so prolific and you have said that you are not very organised but I can't believe it. I'm never able to finish anything during my day.
I’ve honestly been trying to be a lot more organised and in the last week since I’ve streamlined my devices and I now only have the iPad Pro, I’ve found myself being a little bit more productive. Mostly because I carry my iPad with me basically everywhere but that’s not really the point.
I don’t really need a specific environment to write in and that makes things a lot easier for sure. I try to write in my planner what my goals are for today. Is the goal to write a chapter today? Is it to make posts? Is it to do a video today? Is it to fold my laundry? I’m trying to make goals.
On a regular day I have maybe an hour before I need to get ready for work and I get home from work at around 6pm. So generally I’ve got around 3.5-4hrs there. So on my very best week day I have 5 hours to write. That’s easy to manage, honestly. It’s days where I don’t have anything to do where I struggle most to stay on track. So I try to break it into 30 minute blocks.
Write hard for 30 minutes then do whatever I want for 30 minutes. That tends to be how I go. There’s usually a reward for finishing as well because I’m a task based person. So I can basically tick it off my list and I feel like I’ve accomplished something. That’s what helps me.
Don’t think I have a very special creative process honestly, and it’s probably not that helpful to other people but… it is what it is I guess
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"Okay, you need to be SUPER HONEST with me and if your delusions or hallucinations get WORSE, we'll need to stop that med because you've worked SO HARD to get those symptoms under control and we don't wanna mess that up, okay widdle babey?"
Okay so my med manager did not say the last two words, but the condescension was so real. Like no actually I didn't have to work hard at all to deal with my psychosis, I've just been dealing with intrusive thoughts since I was six years old so when an unpleasant delusion happens I just kinda go "nah" about it and when it's pleasant and harmless well, why bother to even go "nah" about it.
Anyway I'm switching providers but I will LIE THROUGH MY TEETH to get the care for my ADHD that I need. Like actually my ADHD is more disabling than my schizophrenia could EVER be and I think I'm capable of determining for MYSELF which one is ACTIVELY HARMING ME in my day to day life.
Like providers see ADHD and schizophrenia and are like oh you can probably power through the ADHD but the schizophrenia is probably destroying your life poor thing. And I'm like... uh actually it's not the schizophrenia causing me to scroll Tumblr for 8 hours and forget to eat. It's not the schizophrenia causing an absolute executive dysfunction barrier that I can't overcome for the simplest of tasks.
(Oh, and btw, she said when I mentioned executive dysfunction that I'd have to work with my therapist on being more "motivated". And then I had to explain to HER that executive dysfunction has NOTHING to do with "motivation".)
Like, I'm not lying about the ADHD stuff, but she told me she'd stop prescribing the med if SHE THOUGHT it was harming me if the psychosis got stronger if I refused an antipsychotic. After I had JUST finished telling her how I'd had meds forced on me while in inpatient and been subject to psychiatric abuse.
Never mind that I am fully capable of determining whether or not my psychosis is too much for me to handle. Never mind that antipsychotics are increasingly being found harmful even for treating psychosis* long term. Never mind that besides the very obvious ableism, I suspect an extreme level of sanism and infantilization of schizospec/psychotic people influencing her thought process.
Gods save me from psychiatrists who think a 30 minute appointment gives them enough insight into my life to be the benevolent arbiter of what's good for me. Like this woman fully had a savior complex with her "well, I have an obligation to do what's best for YOU uwu" bullshit. How about you start with listening to and believing me? Huh? Is that too hard for you, with your falsely inflated ego?
Is that what you spent all those years in school doing, being vapidly praised until you believed you were both smart and capable despite all evidence pointing to the contrary, rather than bothering to learn a single thing so you're still stuck failing psych 101 about what executive dysfunction is but somehow have a degree? Nah actually they probably only give you the degree if you get the test questions that badly wrong ime.
Let's be real, psych academia is just an endless circlejerk of "look at what a good person I am for being willing to help these poor, sick, disgustingly insane people. They don't even know how fucked up they are and I'm such a saint for forcing them to be 'well' again."
Anyway I desperately need help for my ADHD and am ACTIVELY FINE with my psychosis getting stronger because not only are the majority of my delusions pleasant, but they'd have to get MULTIPLE ORDERS OF MAGNITUDE stronger before I'd even BEGIN to question my ability to handle them. I've dealt with far worse and stronger than this since again, I was SIX.
*That being said, I am pro-harm REDUCTION and if antipsychotics help you personally I will FIGHT for your right to take them for as long as I live. I am also pro-informed consent and my point in mentioning this is that people should know this before they take them, not that they shouldn't take them - and also that she preaches about having an obligation not to harm me and then doesn't know or care that antipsychotics are harmful. I rather suspect she doesn't care and simply sees psychosis as inherently more harmful than any harm antipsychotics do, which is wildly sanist.
#anti psych#psych abuse#psychiatric abuse#ableism#sanism#actually ADHD#actually schizophrenic#actually schizospec#actually psychotic#if you're pr0 p$ych especially if you're a psych provider stay the FUCK off my post
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Pros of the new job:
Crazy-ass hours mean I don't need to adhere to my family's schedule (i.e. -- dinner's at 5, but they don't guilt trip me if I don't go, now)
Only one person has made me feel like i should quit, so far, & it was only one time
I have a name, & people bother to call me the correct one!! (IMAGINE)
Free slorpie & sodie yay yay yay :D
So far, nobody has told me off for drawing or listening to my headphones, so long as I'm paying attention to customers (& I am!)
On the one occasion that I did work a double shift 1) it was only due to another person calling in sick (& it was NOT intentionally scheduled like that, multiple days in a row, unlike my first job), 2) They made sure I got a break in-between the shifts (any break at all is better than my first job, but they gave me multiple hours & my manager personally covered me while I took said break), & 3) They moved my next shift down (again -- manager took the shift I was going to work) so i could get more than 6 hours of sleep before coming back for another 8 hours.
I get paid weekly, &, thus far, not a single check has been late (unlike my previous job, where i was paid ""bi-weekly"" -- which was always 2-9 days late by my boss & post-dated to not pay out for another several days)
They have not asked me to do anything INCREDIBLY ILLEGAL. Like the type of thing that would get a doctor shut down & stripped of their license for a major violation.
I don't constantly consider killing myself just to avoid working (i am not joking. It was fucking attrocious. It was constant. It was before work, at work, & after work, DAILY)
Having a job means I don't need to wade through the hellscape that is job applications, &, so far, have paid of 2/3 of the debts i accrued when I was jobless (the third one is slightly more substantial, & will take up at least 1/2 my check)
I have money, again! God, i missed not having to stress over whether i could afford the gas needed to drive to all these damned job interviews, wondering if I needed to borrow MORE money, & driving knowing that I probably won't get the job that is currently eating up my tank
The schedule has been less unrelenting. If i applied for health insurance, I would likely be able to make doctor appointements & keep them. A novel concept
Cons of the new job:
There are several tasks that would take me mere minutes to complete if I were left uninterrupted for a relevant amount of time, but bc of TWO company policies, they all take me hours
They don't like when we sit down, so I continue to have severe joint pains that last multiple days. If anyone has a good shoe brand, pls reccomend
This job makes me horribly aware of how bad I am at making eye contact
It turns out I am not a "night person," as I have assumed for the past 20 years, but instead have "chronic, untreated insomnia" that affects me regardless of what time of day it is, & so taking night/over-night shifts did not suddenly make me a person who can just go to sleep easily. Who'd-a thunk it!
I am still really bad at time management, I am still really tired, & it still feels like all my hours are slipping away (every job has felt like this, so far)
#em.txt#i am sure many of these pros seem pathetic. the basic respect of being called my name was robbed of me at my previous job#at every introduction. over every phone call i placed. on every letter i mailed out on that job's behalf#i wrote & spoke my name. & it meant so little nobody bothered to say it.#suicide ment
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Hi! Can I request a matchup? I can make mistakes while writing and sorry for that, English is not my first language 🥲
Im 18 years old, my zodiac sign is Scorpio, rising is Aries and moon sign is Leo.
I'm an INTP.
As my characteristic; I'm funny, I don't like to stay cold unless the situation needs it.
I am a problem solver, my friends always asks for my opinions if they can't decide.
I really like to learn literally anything and everything but I love history and art especially.
My hobbies are drawing, visiting museums and art galleries, shopping and reading.
Still I'm a bit lazy and a procrastinator. I always deliver my tasks at the last minute.
I'm so creative, I can say that it's a bit too much. My brain doesn't stop for a second even 🤣
I'm calm under the pressure, I always think logically but I don't forget about my feelings. I think I have a good balance about it.
As my bad traits, I'm a bit weird. I don't think it's bad actually but still it's not good either. I like to search the weirdest infos,songs, books etc.
I can lose my temper a little too quickly but I am not vocal about it, I dont like to make noises while I'm angry, sad or overly happy.
But when I have someone I cherish -which is pretty rare- I can make them feel like they are the most important person of the world. I can't say it to their faces but I am comfortable while texting or when I don't look at their eyes directly. Nobody gets bored around me because I have interest for nearly everything and I'm okay with any suggestion they will come with.
I don't like to talk about my problems but I am a good listener. I don't listen only but can help them to find the solution as well.
I guess that will be last, I'm not a jealous person and I like to give my all courage to them when I feel like they need it.
Thanks for accepting ❤️ if you don't, it's not a problem. Have a nice day
Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs
Format: Headcanons
Warnings: None
Word Count: 0.7K
A/n: Tysm honey, and here you go :>
I match you with...
Ryuunosuke Akutagawa!
So the main reason I matched you with him was because you have the same interests and likes (It's not like other characters don't enjoy it, but it's not as mush as Akutagawa does). Akutagawa is really into art (any type of it, but mostly drawing since he's a pro at it), so he would definitely enjoy going to art galleries, like you do. Sure, he's more comfortable with spending time with his s/o at home, but I can definitely see him going to museums, art galleries and book stores. BTW you have my respect if you get him to go shopping with you lol. He will be really helpful tho, you know what I mean if you've watched BSD Wan; and if you haven't? Well, I assure you, you won't be having any trouble carrying all the bags. Rashoumoun will take care of it.
Akutagawa needs encouragement, A LOT. The man has literally Zero confidence and self steam due to abandonment issues (All Dazai's fault tbh) so it would mean a lot and also really helpful if you encourage him over doing stuff. I mean he cares about your opinion a lot cause you and Gin are the most important people to him; so it would definitely make him feel better.
Becoming his s/o takes a lot of effort. Akutagawa has his guard on, and even won't open up to his sister about some stuff; so he needs someone who he can interact with without having to worry about them telling others or thinking lowly of them. It would take you a lot of time to reach that level where he trusts you enough to show his feelings toward you. I mean it will take him a long time to even realize them and accept them... Overall, patience is the key.
I think he would ask your opinion about almost anything since you don't seem to mind it and as I said before, you and your opinion are important to him. He just wants everything- especially himself- to be perfect in your eyes; so your opinion matters to him more than you think.
Please assure him that he's perfect the way he is and doesn't need to change anything :")
If he ever talked to you about Dazai... Just know that the man trusts you with his life. literally. Ooh and never bring Dazai up unless he really wants to talk about it. It reminds him all his insecurities.
Akutagawa is not one to talk much tbh. Even if he's that comfortable around you. His love language is Acts of service and he tries to show your value to him by doing meaningful things.
It would be nice to hear you adore him though, the man would furiously blush while having butterflies in his stomach when hearing you saying how much he means to you or how much deeply you're in love with him. Doesn't matter if you do it over text or without making eye contact, But if you do it while looking into his eyes, The man would melt.
Do I need to say that this man literally memorizes everything you say. Even the most random things or the things that you've only said once is always on his mind.
You seem like you can get along with a lot of people, and it would mean a lot to him if Gin is considered as those people as well <3 Gin is his most important. You two dating will never happen if you have any problem with Gin or the other way around. Don't worry tho, she's a sweetheart, and so are you :)
You can make your partner feel like he's the most important in the world? Please do it to him. The man needs it so much ngl.
He wouldn't think you're weird, or he will find it adorable if he does. I mean he's weird in a way himself lol.
Him closing his eyes when feeling your fingers gently caressing his cheeks while he's the little spoon which is really, really rare cause he thinks you'd think of him as weak when you have to take care of him; but he didn't argue with you about it that day cuz ROUGH DAY AT WORK-
tysm for participating, and hope you like it <3
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very nobly restraining myself for the fic meme: 1, 5 (no more deaths after yours after mine), 12, 49
1. What fic of yours would you recommend to someone who had never read any of your work? (In other words, what do you think is the best introduction to your fics?)
hmmm for someone who got very grumpy when she had to read Freud in undergrad, I write a lot about sex and death, so I will rec something (non-archive-locked) from each category. the one that I'm proudest of is probably and the wall leaned away (or: The Pros and Cons of Tilling) which is gender-swapped modern Montreal-based Les Mis (as well you know lol). It's longer than anything else I've got, though, and there's no death! so here's a death-y one I'm happy with: when nobody is listening (The Old Guard, Nile's brother having a HARD few years).
5. What do you wish someone would ask you about [no more deaths after yours after mine] (Terra Ignota, VERY SPOILERS)? Answer it now!
What was that? I heard you say "what were the other endings you considered and discarded?" :)
no change: hopeful email from S-H, furious deleting, maybe S-H moves on in their life (with some self hate for trying to get out of their sentence)
M eats S-H but doesn't give up 9A (least desirable, but also... anguish... :3)
Mycroft jumps to S-H, releases 9A (teary final message from 9A)
Mycroft starts to jump between the two (pen pals??? like Your Name?? hilarious)
12. Are there any tropes you used to dislike but have grown on you?
this is very hard to answer! I have no idea; i guess i've read some omegaverse stuff because it is e v e r y w h e r e in Robin-focused Batman fic, and I have been pleasantly surprised by some of it? but idk if I can say the whole trope has grown on me.
49. What are you currently working on? Share a few lines if you’re up for it!
toooo many things, including two Batman WIPs, a S&D Tier one, a Murderbot fic, a Hikago one, and a Les Mis one!! here's the last couple lines of the S & D tier fic I've been working on~
Alex's fingers clenched around Morgan's and the timer for the sensor ticked down steadily. Barnaby hadn't needed to make this task last a full minute, and yet. "Dog Boy's gotten too comfortable," they said.
"I've seen his apartment," Morgan said. "He's not that comfortable."
"When my hands are free, I'm turning his shower into a beehive."
#thanks for playing!#psidn queen of the river dash#replies#ask meme#writing is so fun :) would love to do it hahaha :)
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Lil thing I did for Hidden in the Dark Green AU :3
TW for violence (torture)!
Chris was just coming from doing a task which, unfortunately for him, he had failed.
He passed through the corridors with an uncomfortable silence which was interrupted by his footsteps.
"I'm here, what the hell do you want now?" Chris was already sick of being in that place so many times for any reason, from the most logical to the most stupid, like taking an extra portion of bread at lunch knowing that what is left over is always thrown away.
"Green kid, what a 'surprise' it is to see you around here. What have I told you about speaking to me with that tone of voice?" He asked with a sarcastic tone.
"Don't talk to you with that tone, you've already told me a lot of times, get to the point damn it."
"At first you did what I told you to do but I see that you got distracted and took a detour and thanks to this you lost the target, why?"
"That's not your problem, I just won't get distracted next time and that's it, problem solved, I'm leaving" The brown-haired tried to leave the office but just before putting a hand on the door he heard a click and as soon as he blinked he was in a dark room, he recognized this room, he had already been here several times and he knew what was coming.
"Where the fuck do you think you're going? You haven't even let me finish talking, let alone told you to leave"
When Chris turned around, Zach was already a few centimeters away from him
"You know what comes next for not following my instructions" he grabbed Chris's hand quickly and began to squeeze it
"Tell me it was so important that you deviated and missed the task" Zach insisted
"I already told you, that is not your pro-" Chris tried to respond but was interrupted by Zach when he doubled his index finger backwards, fracturing him and making him gasp.
"I'll ask you again, what was so important for you to get distracted and fail? Zach asked again, holding up another finger.
"It's. not. your. problem. Shall I explain it to you with apples or-?" Again Chris was interrupted by the pain of one of his fingers being fractured
" YOU SON OF A BITCH" The green shouted throwing a fist from his healthy hand to Zach but Zach himself caught it just before it hit his face
"Uh huh, what did I say about raising your voice to me?" Said Zach followed by bending Chris's hand sharply back and breaking it, then squeezing it and breaking his fingers.
"AGH! SHIT! " Chris gave a desperate scream and began to feel his eyes tearing up but he didn't want to cry, he didn't want to show weakness, much less in front of this idiot who wanted to see him do that.
"Shit? Excellent answer" The pale man broke another of his healthy fingers
"You still don't want to tell me?" He grabbed another finger of the remaining two
"I'm not… going to tell you" Chris responded said with a broken voice
"I see" Then he broke the finger he was holding causing Chris to let out another cry-You're crying. What have I told you about feelings like these? Tell me. -
The green one did not say a single word and only looked at the pale one with a hateful look.
"Nothing from what I see, so…" He broke his last finger, causing Chris to scream, finally making him cry
"Well I guess you ran out of fingers so I can break what do you think if we start again? so you can answer my question" Following this Zach healed Chris's fractures instantly
Chris looked at this with terror, although he had already been through this several times, it was still just as horrible.
Jimmy who was on the outskirts of the room cleaning could hear all of Chris's screams, it wasn't the first time he heard them, it always made them shudder
The screaming continued for 10-15 minutes until there was an awkward silence and Chris walked out the door.
"Chris-"
"Not now Jimmy" Chris interrupted Jimmy, he didn't want anyone to feel sorry for him, he didn't want to agree with Zach about being sensitive or something like that.
Chris arrived at his room, he is one of the few who work for Zach who has his own room, the brown-haired boy organized some cloths, turned on a lamp and took out something furry.
"Are you more comfortable little one? sorry for the noise earlier" Chris accommodated what seemed to be a sugar glider which slowly opened its eyes, began to move slowly and stared at Chris for a few seconds, and jumped on his face, climbing up to his hair and snuggling there
"Hey, wait, you can have something much more comfortable than my hair - Saying that, he took out a small pot, put soil in it, and generated a plant whose branches formed a kind of cave
"Go ahead, try it" Having said that, the sugar glider settled inside the plant and rested there
"Much better than dying of hypothermia, right? I think I already have an idea for your name, how about Frosty???" Frosty upon hearing began to shake his antennae with excitement and jumped towards Chris, beginning to run around his neck and head
"I'm glad you like it, Frosty."
He hugged Frosty
#tw torture#tw violence#hidden in the dark green au#wild kratts au#wild kratts#I abandoned this for so long#sorry for my ugly writting but constructive critique is welcome!#azi's writting#I hope I already had that tag
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