#even when we had small periods of days where we weren't talking much

[zg0nuwa]

Hey, hope you're fine...and i see that you're another fan for Miguel (we are) can you write the father day with his daughter and the reader as his wife please:(?....(i just hate my daddy issues)

★ best dad ever ! ⎯⎯

i don't think you understand how much power you just gave me with this (i had like half of this written already but tumblr crashed and i was one step away from going into my joker era)

miguel o'hara x wife!reader

warnings ; angsty fluff, i tried experimenting with the spanish but i feel like i failed miserably, lowercase intended, i'm not a spanish speaker so you're free to correct me on the spanish.

miguels work schedule was very unstable. there were times when he would be gone for the whole day and then there were times when he could spend most of the day at home. you understood, for the most part, he had the multiverse on his shoulders no matter how hard you wished for him to have a much less dangerous job. of course not everyone knew why he sometimes had to disappear for long periods of time.

and one of them was your daughter. all she knew was that " daddy does very important things and he has to go but he will always come back ".

this year, fathers day rolled up on a sunday which meant not only your daughter was home but also you. for your husband it was a little more complicated. he woke up in the middle of the night to a notification from lyla about another anomaly going nuts in the wrong universe. you loved the ai but in this particular moment you wanted to explode her with your mind.

" i'll be back before sunset, i promise " with that and a kiss on your forehead he left through the portal in your bedroom.

the next time you woke up that day was because of your daughter. she climbed onto your bed and started to shake you lightly with her small hands.

" mom? where’s daddy? " you opened your eyes to gabi hovering above you with her favorite plush animal pressed close to her chest. she had this disappointed expression on her small face. you knew it was because of miguel being gone. she planned this whole day for him, you even helped her organize everything.

" i’m sorry sweetheart… daddy had to go to work. " you pulled her in so her head was under your chin. she clung to you like a small koala bear as you played with her thick brown hair. definitely his genes.

" but, he promised he'll be back before your bedtime sooo, we can still make something special. what do you say about that? "

after a small argument about who gets the cooking part of preparations, which obviously ended with you being responsible for it, you and gabi got to work. as you were looking through your old mexican cuisine recipe book [ that you definitely didn’t bought only for miguel to feel more at home during meals ] you saw your dughter holding a box of artsy stuff.

" cariño, ¿qué estás haciendo allí? "

" making daddy a poster! it's going to say 'el mejor papa de todos'! " you couldn't help the big smile from appearing on your face. you knew how much time miguel put into teaching gabi spanish and it always warmed your heart when they sat down at the dining table and simply talked in spanish, your husband making little corrections in pronounciation or grammar from time to time. but no matter what he always looked as if he had hearts in his eyes.

★

you knew miguels work schedule was unstable and sometimes took him out of the house for a whole day, and you understood. but gabi not so much. so here you are, 10:48 pm on the clock and no sign of your husband. you spent the past two hours comforting her and promising her that it wasn't miguels fault and that he loved her. finally at around 11 pm she fell asleep in her bed. you turned off the cat shaped nightlamp and as quietly as possible closed the door to her room.

with a heavy sigh you went back to the kitchen to start cleaning everything up. while puting away food into the fridge you heard a specific glitching sound and you already knew who showed up home.

" you're late. " you weren't really mad at him , it was just tiring sometimes.

" i know, i'm sorry love... it's just - things got a little out of control. " you didn’t look at him and his first thought was to come behind you and hug your waist hoping it would make you feel even a little bit better. “ was there something that i forgot about today? is that why you’re angry? “

" i’m not angry, but your daughter is. she planned the whole fathers day for you. "

" ay, coño… " he sounded defeated, tired, and disappointed in himself. you pulled yourself away from him and came up to the poster gabi made, its was rolled in a tube to not spoil anything before the big reveal. you handed it to miguel with a tiny smile on your face. he was a bit confused for a second but he got the memo and rolled out the paper to it’s full extent. you could see the tears forming on his waterline as he chuckled. probably because of the spelling mistake made by gabi that you didn’t have the heart to point out.

" me and gabi made a deal for you, you have take us to the zoo tomorrow, and she demands that you let her piggyback the entire time to repay for your sins. "

" i guess there’s no other option. " he said with a smile.

cariño, ¿qué estás haciendo allí? - honey, what are you doing there?

el mejor papa de todos - the greatest dad ever

ay, coño - oh, fuck

[starhotchgf]

Boss Bitch

Where Y/N has gone more than a year without making fun of the guys she dated, but Aaron finds a way around his employee's situation.

warnings: overstimulation, squirting, period mentions, rough sex, pet names, mature content.

English is not my first language, so forgive me for any mistakes.

Working at the BAU was something she had dreamed of since she was just a child and at the same time something that had come true before she could have imagined, making her a young agent, just like Spencer was, even though you were still older than the genius with more PHDs than a normal human being could imagine. She had been there for a little over two years, working with something she liked and making friends she could never have imagined before.

Emily, JJ and Penelope were her best friends, whether it was to comfort her when she had a bad day or got scolded by Hotch or also to have girls' nights and get a little drunk while talking unfiltered in Garcia's office. That wasn't the case at the moment, since they weren't in the living room of any of the girls there, but in the unit's break room. The last case had been solved in two days and with all the reports finished there was no harm in taking a few minutes to gossip and update each other on the group's latest encounters with some guys.

“He was extremely attractive and for a few minutes I thought he might be different from the other guys I’ve dated and would be able to give me at least a little pleasure, which clearly didn’t happen and so I ended up frustrated in my bed for another night. I think the lack of orgasms has been making me more stressed than my period.” You sighed, taking a sip from your cup of coffee. “Why is it that the men I date are so bad in bed?”

“Are you telling me that in the last few weeks you haven’t had an orgasm?” Garcia asked, looking shocked by that revelation that none of her friends expected. “It’s only been weeks, right?”

“Actually I don’t think I’ve cum in a year and a few days, it’s like I never get out of that pre-cum haze and the men I’ve dated definitely didn’t even help me get there.” You confessed, laughing weakly when you saw the shocked looks on the women’s faces. “I’m a difficult person in these aspects.”

“I don’t know how you’re putting up with this. I swear that if I went more than two days without cumming, I’d go completely crazy and pull my own hair out.” JJ said, gesturing exaggeratedly with her hands. “Not even by yourself?”

Your shake of the head made the blonde’s eyes widen, taking another big sip from the cup of coffee she had in her hands. You could be sure that they had consumed more coffee in those few minutes of conversation than they would have consumed during the entire work week at the agency.

The conversation continued for the next few minutes, being bathed in tips that they would never have heard anywhere else and without any filter as it was spoken in that small room. What no one expected was that Aaron was listening to the obscene story that you told with frustration. Something grew inside him and the man knew exactly what he should do. Something that had been kept for much longer than could be put into words.

…

“Hey Y/N, wait a minute, I need to talk to you.” Your boss’s voice made you stop in your tracks. You didn’t need to look at your friends to know what they looked like at that moment. You just felt someone patting you on the shoulder before the women walked away completely, leaving the office along with Derek, Spencer, Luke, and Rossi. “Do you have something to do? I don’t want to keep you here if you have a more important commitment.”

“I have nothing to do, Hotch. I can stay as long as you need me to.” You looked into the older man’s eyes, ignoring the shock that ran down your spine in an electrifying way, almost causing a small spasm in your limbs. “Is it something about the case?”

“Just call me Aaron, honey. We don’t need formalities when it’s just the two of us.” The man laughed, leaning against his desk in a relaxed manner. You never imagined that the older man could become even more attractive with a small gesture and a mere affectionate nickname. You had never heard that masculine and soft tone in his voice. “I want to invite you, Y/N. Would you like to have some wine with me at my place? Jack went to a school camp, just you, me, wine and a probably bad movie that might be playing at this time.”

Her gaze rose until she met her boss again, feeling the same shiver as before, but in a different way, because looking into his eyes, she found desire, not just any desire, the perversion of that invitation that the man made with such a calm and soft tone of voice was palpable. If she wasn’t a profiler, she wouldn’t notice the lust hidden behind those good intentions.

“That would be great, Aaron.” She smiled, with that same perverse desire behind the innocent look she directed at the taller man. Maybe this was the chance to get out of that exhausting and frustrating fog she was in.

“It will be great to have you at my house, dear.”

…

The wine glasses were on the coffee table, the bottle in the middle of both, already half full at that point in the night. Small laughs came from their lips as they listened to yet another story about the older man's youth; they barely paid attention to the movie playing on television, too entertained with each other. Aaron already had a few buttons of his shirt unbuttoned, the same piece that was unbuttoned from his pants, lifted in a way that showed only a small part of the 'V' line of his abdomen. There was no denying how attractive that man was, the years between you and him were what made your chest race and your breath pant the most.

Your own jacket was already off your body, the tight, long-sleeved blouse you were wearing highlighted your curves, just as that low-cut top made your breasts even more beautiful and appetizing in the eyes of your boss. The tight pants you were wearing that night left your thighs tight and spread across the sofa upholstery. Your long hair fell to your shoulders, covering part of your breasts visible through the tight neckline you were wearing.

“Is everything okay, honey? You suddenly went silent,” the man said, her gaze rising to meet his. She was sure her face was red at that point, and the provocative tone in the man’s voice didn’t help with the embarrassment. “Don’t worry, I can’t take my eyes off you either. Ever since you arrived at the BAU, with that curious and scared look, you looked like a lost little puppy.” He spoke softly, using one of his hands to brush her hair away from her cleavage. “But hearing you talk about how sexually frustrated you’ve been in the last few months gave me the courage to bring you here. I want to show you what should be done to a girl like you, honey. You deserve so much more than inexperienced brats who don’t know how to take care of that needy little thing that you are.”

“A-Aron,” she stammered, feeling her face heat up even more, her lips parting in a sigh as she felt his large hand wrap around her neck, only creating an attractive pressure in the place. “Did you hear that?”

“I heard everything, baby, every detail of how bad they’ve been, not getting you out of this horrible fog you’re stuck in, but in a way I thank them, if it weren’t for their terrible performance, I wouldn’t have the chance to be here. Now be a good girl and come to my lap,” Hotchner whispered, taking his hand off your neck so he could slap one of his thighs, indicating where you should sit. “But first take off your pants, just keep that pretty blouse and panties on, honey, I want to see how pretty my girl is.” It was almost humiliating how quickly you obeyed him, getting up from the couch, taking off your boots and socks to finally remove your tight jeans, revealing the light lace panties you were wearing to cover your already wet intimacy. You didn’t need to move, the man was quick to pull you to straddle one of his thighs, the surprise friction made you moan softly at the contact, that was music to the older man’s ears. “I’m not just going to take you once tonight, darling, I’m going to make up for all those frustrating months you’ve been through. I’m going to make you cum until you pass out in my arms from exhaustion, until you’re left speechless from screaming my name every single time. Do you hear me?” You nodded, shaking your head frantically as you felt your juices getting even wetter on his dress pants, further increasing the dark stain that was appearing on the fabric. “So fuck yourself on my thigh, I want to see your pretty face as you feel pleasure, like the needy, delicious little thing that you are, does that sound good to you? Answer me with words, I want to hear your voice.”

“O-Okay.”

The man smiled at her tone of voice, holding her hips to make her move against his thigh, making her moan loudly and grab his shoulders, squeezing his skin over the button-down shirt he was still wearing. The friction of the fabric of her panties and his pants against her pussy was making her eyes not stay open for long, the pleasure of just doing that was devastating for her little body, which had been so long without feeling anything like that.

“You look so fucked up just riding my thigh, baby, moving that wet pussy and making a mess in daddy’s pants, don’t you?” Aaron smirked, holding her jaw with one hand, the other kept moving her hips, increasing the friction of her pussy on his leg. “I’m going to fuck you until you forget all the times you went out with a man, you’re going to cum until I decide I’ve had enough.”

“Daddy.” Another moan escaped your lips, your mouth remaining open long enough for a trickle of saliva to run down your chin and drip onto the same spot where your juices were, increasing the wet mess on the man’s pants. “I-I want to cum, please.”

“But I’m not stopping you, darling. Why are you begging?” The man looked at you with a smile on his face, surprised to realize that all you needed was a command. Aaron enjoyed listening to you moaning, trembling on his lap as if you were going to faint at any moment. “Do you need me to tell you? That’s what you want, isn’t it?” He brought one of his hands to your hair, pulling it roughly so that you could look into his eyes. The darkness of desire was much clearer than any light. “You can come, pretty girl. Come for me.”

It only took those words for you to come on his lap, cumming until your eyes rolled back and your body spasmed constantly. Your cum came out in an impressive amount from your pussy, wetting the man's pants even more. Aaron held your body against his chest, running his hand through your hair until you stopped shaking.

“Fuck,” you gasped, looking up to meet the man's eyes, still dark with desire. Aaron smiled sideways, pushing your still weak body so that you lay down on the couch. The man was taller than you, considerable and attractive inches, he hovered over you, moving his hands until they found the soaked fabric of your panties. “Aaron, please,” you whimpered, closing your legs until the man's hand was trapped between them.

“Be a good girl and spread your legs wide for me, okay?” he said, his lips so close to yours that you could feel his hot breath hitting your face. It didn't take much for you to open your legs for him, moaning sensitively as you felt the fabric being pushed aside and the man's fingers moving against your lips, the wet noise seemed to echo through the silent room. "So wet, my love," you whispered, bringing your sticky fingers to your own lips, licking your cum until your digits were clean.

You couldn't hold back when you grabbed the back of the man's neck and pulled him until your lips were glued to each other, delighting in your own cum that was in his mouth. Aaron held your waist, pressing your body into the soft upholstery of the sofa, one of his hands returned to between your legs, two fingers were enough to make you almost scream against the older man's lips. He thrust them in roughly, your eyes rolling back as you felt each movement of his long, thick fingers fucking your pussy as if they were his cock. The wet noise was the only thing to be heard besides your moans during the kiss.

“You squeeze my fingers so well, darling, showing how much you want to cum again, even though you can barely keep those fucking legs straight.” He laughed sensually, breaking the kiss with his hand on her neck, squeezing until her mind was spinning a little, the amount of oxygen reduced until she was panting between moans and small screams, which increased as her second orgasm arrived.

“AARON” Your scream reverberated through those walls, when once again you reached your peak, cumming hard on the man’s fingers, until your vision went white and thick tears ran down your eyes, further increasing the wet mess that was already dripping on the couch.

Your mind was blank at that moment, but your pussy still contracted in anxiety when the man removed his fingers, hearing the soggy noise that echoed through the room, that caused a sideways smile on your lips. Aaron caressed your neck, running his other hand over your bust, taking advantage of the moment to take off the blouse you were wearing, revealing the lacy bra that held your full breasts. You looked at him with teary eyes, your face red from the tears and the effort of the orgasms that took over your body in a few minutes of rest between them.

“Even after cumming twice, are you still eager for more, dear? You are a needy little thing who deserves to be taken care of properly, to cum until your brain stops working properly and you can't say a single word completely." He said smiling, squeezing one of your breasts with the hand that ran over your abdomen. Your body was sitting on the couch, the man on his knees between your legs, using both hands to slide your panties down your legs, leaving a trail of his cum on your skin, the underwear made a wet sound as it was thrown to the floor, your bra followed suit seconds later. You were completely naked in front of the older man. "I'm going to taste you and take you in my mouth, then I'm going to fuck you with my cock until you have no more voice from screaming so much." Your cry of surprise was clear and loud when the man connected his lips with your sensitive and soaked pussy, your hands automatically flew to his dark hair, pulling and moving in a confused way. Your eyes rolled back, your head falling against the back of the furniture, everything seemed to spin around you. She felt her intimacy tightening against the older man's tongue, which went in and out, licking bundles between her lips, taking everything that was left of her previous orgasms, while a new one formed at the base of her belly.

Her thighs opened and closed, until his large hands held her open, squeezing the flesh until the red marks of his fingers were there. New tears were already running down her eyes, wetting her red and hot cheeks, her hand clenched in the strands of the man's hair, the other digging her nails into the upholstery of the sofa, her brain not working properly, her vision with white spots as another wave of cum burned in her pussy. Aaron smiled against her lips, using his fingers to press her clitoris when her orgasm finally hit her body for the third time, sobs leaving her lips as she felt the man's mouth continue sucking her intimacy, enjoying every new drop of her liquid. Confused and pleasurable screams came from his lips, repeating the older man's name constantly, his legs trembling when the fourth orgasm came a few seconds later, his eyes rolled back and saliva dripped from his open mouth, dripping onto his neck and running down to his breasts.

"You taste perfect, honey." The taller man smiled, his lips dirty from his cum as he stood up. He ran two fingers over his lips, cleaning them and bringing them to his mouth, which automatically opened to receive the man's long digits. He closed his eyes as he felt his own taste. He sucked his boss's fingers until they were completely clean, running his tongue over them as if he were sucking his cock. "I'm going to fuck you until you forget your own name, Y/N."

A confused smile appeared on her lips, but her legs opened again, as if they were an invitation to the man, who laughed and landed a weak slap on his face, making she open her eyes and moan from the small fright. Aaron was amused by her expression of pleasure and exhaustion, all that frustration and knot in her eyebrows had fallen with each of her orgasms.

“Let’s go to my bed.”

Your body was carried to the man's room, your legs entwined around his waist and your head resting gently on his shoulder. Your eyes opened when you felt the soft mattress hit your back, you sighed and looked around, too confused to care about anything other than the older man. Aaron unbuttoned his shirt, throwing it on the floor, his pants and underwear followed suit soon after, you smiled sideways, admiring your boss's body, your gaze falling on the large, thick, erect cock that rested on his defined abdomen.

The older man walked to the bed, kneeling on the mattress as he stood between your legs, which automatically wrapped around his waist. His erection rubbed against your pussy, which was once again wet, leaving a small stain on the light sheet. Your eyes met, your hands holding his broad shoulders, your nails weakly biting the light skin.

"Fuck me, Daddy," you begged, your lips parting in a low moan as you felt the thick phallus forcing against your wet hole. Aaron entered slowly, enjoying the anxious and tearful expression that his face took on, her eyes closing and opening until he finally took the older man's entire cock, his nails scratching the skin of his shoulder harder. The man moaned hoarsely, bringing one of his hands until it was pressed against the base of his belly, the burning was pleasurable, forming tears in her eyes. "O-Oh yes, please, that feels so good."

"Please what, honey?" He asked, still not moving, his hand pressing harder on her belly, causing a loud moan and a new scratch, this time on his back. "Use your words."

"Move, please, I need you." She cried, biting her lips at the extreme pleasure that returned to her body again.

Aaron began to thrust inside her, hitting spots that made her crying increase, sobs mixing with the moans and prayers that took over her lips. The older man's hand was squeezing your abdomen, moans that also came out of your lips every time you pressed his cock inside you.

He moved his hand down to play with your clitoris, pressing two fingers against your mound of nerves, causing confused screams and saliva to run down your open lips, increasing the wet mess on your cheeks. The man smiled with a moan, moving his hand down to your pussy that received his cock so well, your eyes opened in surprise when you felt two fingers forcing their way in along with the man's penis.

Your body writhed on the sheet, your nails scratching more red lines on your back, your crying increasing with that strange sensation that formed at the bottom of your belly. The man's fingers curled inside you, at the same time that his cock entered and left you forcefully, making you even wetter than you already were. Your eyes closed, your lips remained open in frequent moans, your hands flying to the sheet, squeezing the fabric and pulling it tightly.

“AARON” She screamed, feeling her vision go white with that hot sensation in his belly. It only took one thrust for her to be spurting on his cock, a squirt of cum staining the man’s abdomen and increasing the mess on the sheets. She felt the older man cumming inside her, increasing the wet mess that her pussy had become. She closed her eyes tightly, breathing heavily and the tears that continued to fall from his eyes.

Aaron left you with a soaked sound, watching his cum drip from inside your pussy. You were a mess on the sheets, your eyes closed, your face wet with sweat, saliva and tears, your hair sticking to your forehead, your breathing labored and your chest rising and falling.

The man left the bed seconds later looking for clean sheets and a wet towel, which he used to clean your body and his own abdomen. Your eyes were still closed, your breathing calmer and no more tears running from your eyes. Aaron was careful when changing the bed cover, not making it lift at any point, he threw the dirty fabric on the floor and left the room, getting a glass of water from the kitchen before returning to bed.

“Honey, I need you to drink this, you need to hydrate.” He spoke softly, stroking her hair affectionately, her eyes opened tiredly, an exhausted groan leaving her lips “Come on, drink a little and then go to the bathroom, then we can sleep”

“I’m tired” She murmured, her voice hoarse and low. Aaron held the glass until she finished drinking, smiling proudly when he saw the empty glass. The man left a kiss on her forehead, leaving the glass on top of the dresser next to the bed. “Can you carry me?”

“Of course I can, my pretty girl” He laughed weakly, running his hands over your body until you were in his lap, on the way to the bathroom.

They went back to bed after a few minutes, you fell into a deep sleep the moment you laid your head on the man’s chest, with his large hands roaming your hair and waist.

“You’re adorable, Y/N”

[the-guilty-writer]

I second the ask about Hotch's daughter with endometriosis!!! I'd like to see that

I just finished it ♡

Aaron Hotchner x daughter!reader

You truly wondered how women with endometriosis survived periods before thermotherapy products were invented. Hot water bottles and heating pads were a necessity for you during this time of the month. It wasn’t that they made the pain go away - they just made it bearable enough to allow you small bits of time where you could do something more than laying down.

At the moment, a hot water bottle and a maxed out dose of Ibuprofen were holding you together - barely. After twenty minutes at school, you were sent home by your English teacher, who was concerned about your nauseous complexion. Somehow, you'd managed to do some make-up work before taking a long (and much-needed) nap.

With your dad away on a case, the list of chores was longer than normal, but the pain made moving nearly impossible, much less cleaning. Dishes needed to be put away, the kitchen table needed to be cleared, and he laundry hamper was flooded with clothes, but there was no way you could do any of it while your insides felt like they were going to fall out. The only thing you absolutely had to do was pick Jack up from school. Everything else could wait.

All the energy you’d gathered went into the ten minute drive to and from picking up your brother. He requested a snack as soon as you got home, which you somehow managed to make him food without screaming in pain. It took every ounce of energy you had left to sit at the table with your brother as he did his homework.

The pain and fatigue clouded your brain, so much so that you hardly noticed the door to the apartment open.

“Dad!” Jack jumped up his seat and down the hall toward him.

“Hey buddy,” Hotch said. The tone of his voice was a testament to his exhaustion, but a happiness to be home.

“Dad, I made this painting in art class and I really want to show you. It's in my bedroom. Come look!” Jack didn’t give your dad a moment of rest.

“Okay,” he chuckled. “I'll be there in a minute.”

Jack’s feet pounded against the floor, running to his room in anticipation. Your dad’s longer, slower footsteps followed behind. As soon as he appeared in the doorway, you could tell the case has been a hard one. He looked beyond exhausted, horrors still haunting his eyes and crushing his spirit. Not even your little brother's innocent greeting could extinguish what your dad had endured over the past few days.

“Hey, dad,” you greeted him with as much enthusiasm as you could muster up.

“Hi sweetheart.” He planted a quick kiss atop your head before moving to the kitchen. “Where are all the plates?”

A displeasement crossed your dad’s face. You'd meant to empty the dishwasher earlier that day, but the pain body had stopped you.

“Still in the dishwasher,” you said, holding back a wince as your stomach cramped.

“I thought we talked about this.”

“We did, but-”

“You’re almost an adult. I expect you to start showing up like one.” He was calm but stern. Unblinking eyes bore into you. It made you want to cry.

Hotch turned and left the kitchen, his calm footsteps indicating he was going to Jack's room.

Despite the pain radiating through your body, you stood up and carefully made your way to the dishwasher to unload it. As soon as you leaned over to lower the door, a stabbing sensation penetrated your gut. Dizziness washed over your head and blackened your vision. In an instant, you had crumbled to the floor.

You weren't even aware that you'd let out a cry of pain until your dad was kneeling next to you, a gentle hand caressing your face. Through teary, blurry vision, you could just make out the worry in his fearures.

“It hurts,” you choked out.

“I know,” he said gently. “I'm here. I've got you.”

Strong arms lifted you off the kitchen floor, carrying you to the couch. A heating pad was laid across your stomach and a straw was brought up to your lips with the gentle encouragement to drink.

When you managed to open your eyes, Hotch was next to you, a look of concern on his normally serious face.

"Hi, sweetheart." The words were the same as before, but his tone was different.

"Hi," you whispered.

"Here," Hotch brought a hand behind your back and used the other to hand you a bottle of water, "have some water."

You took gentle sips. Your father’s hand still rested on your back, rubbing it soothingly.

"I'm sorry," he said.

"You didn't make me get up." It was true.

"No, but I jumped to conclusions about what you were able to do and it made you feel like you had to do something that caused you pain." Sometimes having a profiler for a dad was a good thing. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay," you said.

Hotch helped you lay down again, covering you with a warm blanket. "Can I get you anything?"

You snuggled into the blanket and adjusted the heating pad to sit in the best place for easing pain. "Just the TV remote."

Your dad smiled - his small but rare smile - before handing you the remote. The rest of the afternoon would be filled with watching bad TV and chick flicks, but he didn't mind. If it made you just a little more comfortable, then it was worth it.

[42bakery]

I hope you all will allow me this post on Pedrenzo day. It won't be as well sourced as the previous ones, but I think we deserve a chronology.

Pre-World championship. They meet for the first time at the CEV (2000), but they have know about each other before that. They are both close to age (19 months) and both were pretty small. At this point, they use the other rider as a reference more than as a rival as they both are fighting against people older and more experience than them with the handicap of their age and height.

In 125cc (2002 and 2003) During this period of time, their rivalry started, but it was pretty tame. It's also important to note that it was mostly external factors that started it rather than the riders itself. Dani was racing for Telefonica/Movistar and Jorge for Caja Madrid/Fortuna), which made them two very young rider, with lots of talent and pretty promising, in Spanish teams. Their teams weren't friendly against each other, and their manager also used to be rivals. All of it, made the riders feel like they had to beat the other in the track at all cost. it got to the point on wanting to know the other's position to see if they have placed higher.

We also had their characters component, that is something that will follow them their whole life. Dani is quite and calm. He does things behind close doors and the talking on the track. Where Jorge is loud, very loud, and he uses the media and does the talking in the open. They also had 0 contact outside track between them, not even a 'hi' when meeting at the paddock.

In 250cc (2005) In here their 125cc rivalry is intensify. Dani was already 2 times World Champion and Jorge had still to prove himself. Dani was the dominant force to beat and Jorge wanted to be the one to do that. There was also the talking everyone did on the media, that fueled their rivalry. Everyone was accusing everyone of doing things. (mostly Puig, Amatriaín and Jorge).

In this year, the thing between them got much worse as they made contact on track several times. Germany is mentioned as the time that set everything into flames, but Catalunya was the turning point. Due to his excess of aggressiveness (and probably unconsciousness and stupidity), Jorge got a race ban (Malaysia 2005) after he made contact at the Japanese GP with De Angelis and Dani. Jorge used to blame Dani for that because instead of helping him, Dani took out all the receipts of the contact they made on track, which was the nail in Jorge's coffin according to Lorenzo. Older Jorge will admit he deserved it and that it was a turning point for him.

It's during this time when Dani refused to say Jorge's name or mention him (Germany 2005 forward), which pissed Jorge. And I think it still pisses him to some extend.

So by the time Dani moved to MotoGP, they were at each other's throats, specially with the media, and with Dani as a 3 times Word Champion and Jorge still needing to prove himself.

MotoGP When Jorge made it to MotoGP, media expected them pick their rivalry where they left it, and it kind of did with the Qatar incident. In that Grand Prix Dani didn't congratulate Jorge after a good result, and it pissed Jorge. Years later we learn it was due to an injury. However, it put them in the 'not speaking' terms and labelled as bitter rivals. The following Grand Prix, the ex-King of Spain (Juan Carlos I), who is a fan of racing, tried to show they get along and it was just a misunderstanding made them shake hands at the pre-podium.

Instead of cleaning the air in between them or cleaining their image it made it all worse. It looked like they couldn't be in the same room if they weren't forced to share the space.

On track they keep fighting hard against each other, more cleanly this time, and still with the same mentality as in 125cc and 250cc. If I can't win because there are other riders doing/having a better day than me, at least I have to beat Dani/Jorge.

Allegedly, 2008 was the worse point in their rivalry, but when asked them directly, they was the period of time between 2008-2010. Their rivalry got to that point it split the whole country. People were genuinely asking if you were Team Dani or Team Jorge. There are still videos of young Spanish riders having to choose (the Márquez used to be die hard Dani fans and Rins was team Jorge all the way).

Little by little, after fighting so much and for so long against each other, and sharing so many space and podiums together, their relationship moved from bitter rivals, to just rivals, to the rival I respect. Dani said that for him the big change was 2012, when their championship fight was the closes. Dani realized that he had been fighting his whole life with Jorge, therefore, they are as good as the other. Their rivalry had made them grown as riders because they had to outsmart and be better on track than the other, so it was a hats off moment.

In 2012 we also had the first physical approach between them. It was also in Qatar when they hugged for the first time, and it was a symbol of them finally burying the hatchet.

2012 also gave us the iconic marriage proposal (please watch the whole video, it explains Pedrenzo rivalry up to 2012).

From then on, their relationship improved a lot. It could also be that they both had change their managers by 2013, so part of what it set their rivalry wasn't in the equation anymore. They also had grown from kids to adults!

In 2015 Dani invited Jorge to Sete Gibernau's (ex-ride, and Dani's friend and coach) 'ranch'/track for a training weekend among other riders. Jorge ended up getting injured, and Dani went out of his way to check on him because Jorge was fighting for the championship. He got injured in the collarbone and Jorge himself admitted it was dumb because he just wanted to win against Dani when racing with smaller bikes. Apparently Pedrosa was miles faster than any other riders (Rins was there and I think the Espargarós too are mentiones

In 2018, when it was announced that Jorge was moving from Ducati to Honda and was going to replace Dani, Jorge tried to convince Pedrosa to stay in the championship by switching to the Petrona's team. It was pretty public with Jorge saying how a much smoother bike will suit Dani's riding style. Ultimately, Dani decided he didn't want to break anymore bones or suffer, so he retired.

Jorge and Dani exchanging helmets at the end of the 2018 season

After MotoGP Now they have a pretty good relationship. They can be in the same room and laugh and talk for hours about racing, including their 250cc races. Jorge will be the one pulling all the monts and remembering the weirdest stuff and Dani will look bamboozled because he doesn't remember that. In fact, among all DAZN's pundits, Jorge is the one that makes Dani smile and talk the most.

They're pretty quick to mention the other rider when possible (specially Jorge), and they are pretty open when asked about their battles in and out of the track. In fact Jorge will jump at any opportunity to mention and praise Dani. Dani will need a bit more of coaxing, but he will also talk and praise Jorge.

Now that the know parts are about, I want to share some thought I have about them.

I think this imatge basically summarizes their relationship. And creditto Jorge Lorenzo himself for putting it together.

First photo is pretty early in their relationship. You can see that they aren't interested in each other. It's basically a photo for the media. The middle one is Jerez 2008 and you can see how forced their handshake is. The king gets the wrong hand, and all of them are confused and wants to be done with it. And the last one, it's more than a handshake. They are truly happy and comfortable around the other. They want it.

Waru's thoughts I think young Jorge was really mad at Dani and wanted to win Dani no matter what due to the different way they got into the championship. All red tapes were broken for Dani. His ages was overlooked when he entered the Movistar Cup, when Jorge had to wait until he was 15 to make his debut. Dani had Puig who saw him and decided to bring him to the top, despite not meeting the criteria that was set, while Jorge had to fight and crawl all his way up. Yes Jorge got a manager and his dad, but he also had to prove himself over and over while Dani could flop and Puig would have still been at his side. It's also the relationship between Dani and his dad. Antonio was there to guide and support Dani, but at the end of the day it was Dani who took the decision, while Jorge didn't have a great relationship with his dad. Chicho acted more as a coach than a dad.

And then when Dani got the 125cc tittle, he got the ColaCao add, that made him look as the good boy that hasn't broken anything, while Jorge had the bad boy label. Dani had everything he wanted, DORNA's approval as he has come thought a DORNA's approved championship, a good relationship with his dad, a great mentor and a team behind. Basically it could be seen as DORNA had picked Dani to be the next Spanish winner at the big category (see why I translated Elegido para ganar as handpicked to win?) and instead, Jorge was the one who did it.

So yes, I think Jorge saw Dani having everything he had fighter for, and not having had to fight as hard as hi. So apart of all the things mentioned above, I think there was a bit of jealousy involved too. But well this is what I think, I might be wrong, but the way Jorge reacts when the ColaCao add is mentioned is prove that there was more there.

And here is all the chronology. If you think I forgot anything let me know! Also feel free to add things if you want.

[lint-beetle4]

Heeeeeey- so we were talking in discord and I want to request you to write about Sun Wukong with even a small group of his fans and how much his anxiety just skyrockets

Thanks love you bye XD

Take Your Time (Sun Wukong x Multiple!Readers Angst/Fluff)

Wukong loves his fans, he really does

He's never really liked crowds ever since the celestial realm kept their eyes on him

It just irks him out knowing that people have their attention on him

And when he can see that he's being watched? The buzzing feeling in his chest skyrockets

His fans were never mean, only a handful were pushy

He doesn't really go out in public as often as he did out of fear that he gets noticed by anyone in general

But on days where he doesn't care as much, he finds that it's nice to chat with his fans

Sure, bad days exist, and Wukong feels as if the 10 Kings found a way to put his name back into the Book of Life

But he finds that the fans he meets are compassionate enough to give him space

It was a typical day out with MK for the Monkey King. Nothing too serious, and frankly, it was a secret learning period for Wukong to figure out how to appropriately talk with his fanbase. MK was more a people person than Wukong could ever be, so it was interesting to see his pupil naturally converse with a few fans of his.

MK had been waiting to show Wukong an arcade game he liked. The sage wasn't too sure why he was invited, but it wasn't a big deal to him. Human technology was fun to look at either way.

The Anti-Gravity Arcade was loud. It was almost loud enough for Wukong to consider taking his rival to see how he'd react--if he was ever mean enough to do that to Macaque.

While MK went to purchase tokens for their outings, a small group of people had approached the king with nervous smiles.

"Oh my gosh! Hi, Mr. Monkey King!"

Wukong felt his stomach drop at the group. It was small--he knew it. They were just people--he knew that. Yet, their eyes on him still made his limbs freeze and his body tremble slightly. Yet, Wukong composed himself, smiling at the group.

"Heya! Can I help you?"

Someone in the group squealed happily, showcasing a Monkey King-themed journal. "Could you please sign my journal?"

Wukong happily obliged, taking pictures and signing more items. In his mind, Wukong was near ecstatic to please his fans, but his body stubbornly still gripped with fear.

"Ah, we shouldn't bother him too much." One of the fans spoke. "He seems busy."

"Aw, what?" Another complained, "Just a few more minutes."

A third fan shoved them slightly, whispering something harshly in their ear that Wukong heard slightly through the noise. "We're overwhelming him, you asshole. Let's just go."

"Oh," The second fan lowered their head with shame. "Sorry, Monkey King! We'll get off your case now! See ya!"

Wukong barely had time to respond, the group leaving quickly and happily. Wukong's body slowly relaxed as MK came back.

"Oh hey! Your fans left." MK hummed, taking a worried glance at the Monkey King. "You seem pale. Are you doing good?"

"Oh, yeah." Wukong grinned shakily. "Just--Y'know."

MK gasped, "Oh, I forgot! They weren't too pushy, right?"

"No, no," Wukong reassured his student. "They were...actually pretty nice."

Wukong made a note to work on his stage freight more, finding that he enjoyed socializing more than he thought.

[blood-mocha-latte]

so i made a quiz a minute back and there was a question about my guinea pigs and a lot of people. followed up on that and wanted to know more lmao. AND if you've been here for even .5 seconds you are aware that i. love talking about my pets so let's get into it

i. Perdita Sue

name: -- perdita for 101 Dalmations (since she's black and white) -- sue for Sue Hendrickson (a world renowned paleontologist)

fun fact: as stated by the quiz she fucking. loves her water bottle. when she was a baby we were worried she had a blockage in her throat because she kept slamming it back against the wall of the hutch REALLY LOUDLY and her sister didn't do that. so we took her to the vet. nothings wrong. maybe it was just a thing when she was a baby no. no she just really fucking loves her water bottle and likes making it really loud

worst experience: she cut her paw open on a piece of hay when she was about a year and a half old and was bleeding SO FUCKING MUCH i almost missed a class final to stay home with her. she was fine lol

best experience: she likes to shake hands. i have a photo of this somewhere. if you put your hand down in the hutch she'll run over and put both her paws in your palm so you can "shake" them it's the funniest fucking thing

ii. Mei Rosalind

name: -- mei for my fiancee's middle name lmao (lenora-mei) -- rosalind for Rosalind Franklin (biochemist who discovered the structure of dna)

fun fact: again as in the quiz, she likes sunbeams. a whole fuckin' lot. like, too much. it was about noon and i walked into the room they're in and she was on her back. lil paws in the air. and i thought she was Fucking Dead but no. she was just sunbathing

worst experience: she once sneezed in my mouth and i thought i was gonna die

best experience: when i was studying for my organic chem final she slept on my desk the whole time and just generally kept me from Flipping The Desk and giving up lmao

iii. Meg Helen

name: -- meg for meg jay (clinical psychologist on adult development) -- helen for. helen keller. bc she's blind

fun fact: the only guinea pig we got from a pet store, who we weren't actually going to get. but she was curled up in the corner of a too small cage and was obviously miserable, so we ended up biting the bullet and adopting her. took her to the vet, vet told us she is The Most Blind Animal she has ever had the pleasure of meeting. take that as you will

worst experience: we got her when she was just a little over a week old and she had to be quarantined from the others. we ended up having to switch off and sit with her at night because she'd cry the whole time and she has the saddest fucking wheek

best experience: she has the croakiest voice of all time. we're pretty sure it's the same genetic inbreeding problems that made her blind, but it doesn't hurt her and it sounds Hilarious. when she finally got out of her quarantine hutch and to her real one (which is 45 feet squared lmao) she didn't stop popcorning and squeaking for fifteen minutes. i cried my fiancee cried i took a video and sent it to my parents and they cried it was a day

iv. Piper Florence

name: -- piper for the pied piper of war because she's the leader and the others follow after her like she's the. the pied piper -- florence for florence nightingale because again if you've been here for more than .5 seconds you know that i am a. healthcare bitch

fun fact: once jumped out of the hutch and then just stood in the middle of the room because she didn't know where to go. is Best Friends with meg and shows her where everything is in the hutch when we have to change it/replace objects. she does not like sue and ignores her. just doesn't like her there's nothing to be done

worst experience: we thought she had ovarian cancer about a year ago because she was lethargic/sick/swollen etc for a long period of time. tracking her poop what she ate all of that etc etc. turns out that she had a cyst which was still a fucking nightmare, but hey at least it wasn't cancer

best experience: when my fiancée got really sick a few years back piper would just sit on her chest and purr. it was cute and needed and she's fuckin BEEN there man she's basically our dog

anyways that's it. congratulations if you got through it all lmao. i also have four cats (i am. not good at fostering) and a dog so maybe i'll make a post about them idk. ok bye

[iluvshinytwink]

Class Distraction : Jude Bellingham

"It's just like seeing her for the first time again."

Scenario: Jude remembers during your senior high school days when he'd stare at you with those softened, helpless eyes of his. :)

Song: For The First Time by Mac Demarco

AN: sorry for not posting during wednesday, i had a 3 day long school event where all i did was talk shit with my friends, watch volleyball games where i almost died (5 times), play with cards (it got confiscated), eat food, complain how hot it was and wasted money, very productive if u ask me!!!)

The idea of school love in general has me weak in the knees bro, genuinely when is it my turn.

It was undeniable how much Jude adored you. Every time he was done with training all he would think about is that when he'd come back home he could stare and admire you until daylight. He would actually melt when he'd stare at you. A small smile would be on his face and his eyes were focused on your facial features, never blinking. This was a habit that you knew all too well, you knew about this habit as early as your highschool days.

This habit all started when you changed your seat. You and Jude remember when the two of you never talked to each other the first week of being seatmates. You'd look at the board and Jude.. well he looked at you. It's safe to say the both of you were nervous to talk to each other the first week and so Jude expressed that by obliviously staring at you.

The fourth period started and the teacher jotted down notes on the board. Time to time you looked up and down from your notebook to copy them. Jude was following your steps but his eyes stopped looking at the board and wandered to you. He felt his heart jump for a second as he took in your every action. Your eyes rhythmically look up and down, the way your pen glided down the paper. He felt his world stop for a moment. Your eyes lost its momentum and you took a glance at your seatmate.

Your eyes met his and a small smile appeared on your face. Jude's back instinctively straightened yet his eyes never left yours. You felt a chuckle escape your lips and your smile widened. Jude smiled at you warmly.

"Ahem." Your teacher coughed. "Continue your smiling later. This discussion will be added to your quiz on Wednesday." Your teacher smiled at the two of you as your classmates giggled. "We weren't--" Jude defended. "Don't be shy now, Jude." Your teacher smiled as she turned back to the board. You found yourself looking back at Jude and he looked back at you. A smile appeared your face as you held back a chuckle. Jude found himself forming a smile of his own before turning back to his notebook.

Moments like those were prime examples of why the two of you were stricken for each other. A simple glace which seemingly turns into an hour long stare-- brushing of hands which turn into clasped hands, whom never let go of each other. These were the moments that made your love strong.

"Jude! Are you even listening?" You called your to your boyfriend, waving your hand around his face. Jude blinked and he straightened his back. "Huh?" Jude mumbled. You giggled at your boyfriend. "You never change, do you?" You smiled warmly. Jude smiled at you back. "Guess so." He chuckled.

(time check: 11:37 pm.. lawdy lawd. This is kind of doodoo but ill post another tomorrow cause i miss getting my notifs bombed every time i wake up 💔💔 thank you for 104 followers!! Love and appreciate all of y'all! Thank you for letting me know that ur all delulu like me 💋 anyways make sure to SMASHHHH THAG LIKE BUTTON AND SUBSCRIBE FOR MORE BANGERS LIKE THESE!)

[ediewentmissing]

Hey I saw that you requests were open and I was wondering if you could do a fluff fic where reader is on there period and Eddie comforts the readers. Like the reader feels bad for not being able to go out cuz there in so much pain but he’s so patient and cuddle them. He’d make them laugh. He rubs their back and belly. Kisses the reader on their belly, maybe a lil make out sesh. He just so gentle and like maybe the reader has never been with a guy who’s taken her period seriously and so it just makes the reader melt at how Eddie is just so loving, yk? I hope that’s not too much lmaooo I just feel like he’d be an angel when it comes to that stuff.

thanks for requesting!! this is such a cute thought! he's very kind about it for sure. hope this is what you wanted <3

pairing / eddie munson x afab!reader

warnings / discomfort due to menstruation

All the other guys you had dated were grossed out about periods. They found it disturbing and taboo and it was a topic of conversation that was completely off limits and never to be spoken of. So it surprised you when you started dating Eddie that he didn't mind, and he was a total gentleman about it all. Why weren't any of your previous relationships like this? It only dawned on you how stuck up all the other boys really were after you started hanging out with Eddie.

You were still ashamed of it, even though it was way out of your control, but Eddie undid all of that and made sure you could be upfront and talk about it with him. You loved him so much.

"So," he says, putting down the phone, "Steve invited us over to watch The Lost Boys tonight with the others." You look up at him from your place on the sofa, momentarily taking your eyes away from the TV with a shot of nervousness. "Y'know, just me, you, Harrington, Buckley 'n Wheeler. The Fantastic Five. Could be fun." He shrugs, sitting down next to you.

In retrospect, it was a sweet idea. You hadn't caught up with Nance in a while and you were pleading to know how things were going with her and Jonathan, but now wasn't a great time. You were on your period. You were worried you wouldn't be able to power the mood swings that were practically coursing through your veins. You'd been snappy and grumpy all week and a lively social event was not what you were looking for whatsoever.

And don't even mention the pain you're in. Cramps are the all-time low of menstruation and today was a particularly bad day for them. Your brows were furrowed in an attempt to fight the cramps, another ripple of pain spreading through your groin as you let out a light groan.

"Uh... Eds..." He looks at you, only now seeing the worry framed in your pretty features, "I'm not sure I want to go... I'm on my period... and it hurts like a bitch." His confused gaze turns into a soft one. It makes your heart flutter, but you're in too much discomfort to mention it. He leans in and gives you a light kiss on the forehead and brings you in for a cuddle.

"Don't worry," he whispers in your ear, "I'll let Stevie know we aren't comin'." A wave of relief washes over you and you release a thankful sigh. He places small kisses on your relatively flushed cheeks and nose bridge and you cling to him a bit tighter before he pulls away and gets up.

"Have no fear!" He stands in a superhero pose, one fist in the air, "Super Eddie is here!" He struts to the kitchen heroically and you laugh at his antics, moving your line of sight to the TV again. You hear the kettle whistling before he returns with a hot water bottle in one hand and Panadol in the other. "Here ya go, sweet thing."

He sits down with his arm around you, stroking your neck comfortingly as you place the hot water bottle on your abdomen. "Is there, uh, anything else I can do to help?" He looks down at you with big eyes, offering more consolation. Your heart melts.

"Hold me?"

"That I can do."

You both shifted positions so that Eddie was spooning you on the sofa and looking over your shoulder to watch the TV. "This okay?" He was hyper-aware of the pain you were facing and didn't want to make it any worse. You reached out behind you and wrapped his arm around your stomach where the hot water bottle was.

"Perfect." You muttered and he nuzzled against your neck, kissing it aimlessly and breathing in your scent. You were already beginning to recover, the warmth of his body soothing your soreness. He rubs your stomach, putting the perfect amount of pressure, slowly liquifying the cramping.

"You've got the golden touch, y'know that?" He chuckles under his breath at your comment, and you crane your neck to kiss his pink, doughy lips. He kisses back and rubs your back. Thank God I have him, you think.

[lonleydweller]

Yandere Drayton with someone who works at his gas station, can you imagine the potential?!

-🔪

Sorry for the two asks in a row.

🥀Yandere Drayton Sawyer with worker darling🥀

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!Warnings!: yandere trope, obsession, forced "relationship", slight power imbalance, kidnapping, cannibalism, murder

Yanderes are OK to enjoy in fiction. They should stay fiction. They are not examples of healthy relationships. These behaviors are NOT okay in real life. They are horrid. This is for entertainment purposes

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● You poor soul. You needed a job, living in the middle of bumfuck nowhere. This was probably the only place nearby. By some miracle Drayton put up a help wanted poster. A sloppily made one, like the rest of the dingey gas station.

● Either he managed to pull his head out of his ass and admit he needed help running the place, or maybe he just wanted a new, guaranteed victim to serve up. Who knows. Whatever the intent originally was, warped into something much worse.

● When he's giving you instructions or shooing you away from something, there's barely any conversation. Until one of you gets bored of the akward silence. Just short mundane talks about the weather, a rowdy costumer that just left, whatever else you can dig out of the dirt. Those conversations grow longer as you stay working. Then Drayton starts to develop just a bit of a sentimental attachment to you, and he loathes it.

● Him? Love? Eugh. Relationships were a fools game. A joke! He had better things to do. Mouths to feed. A household to poorly "run". He couldn't be spending time fooling around. Relationships certainly aren't a common, or healthy thing in the sawyer household.

● Although we have no insight into grandpa's relationship with grandma, nor whoever the sawyers parent were, if they were ever present. It's clear by the whole tyraid he goes off on when Bubba is found with stretch, it's not an encouraged thing. Not to mention he's a full grown man who can't even spell the word sex right.

● Begrudgingly it builds more.. he starts to admit to himself that It's nice to have company that aren't his buffoon brothers. You weren't a hungry, destructive, cruel killer. You were just.. an innocent average person. He tries to start more conversations. You got any siblings..? He has some. Food? Food's something folks can always bond over. Jittery and uncoordinated like a pathetic school boy.

● It's unlikely of Drayton to ask you out, I mean, where would even go? Nearest town is at least a forty minute drive more than likely. Waste of gas. He surely couldn't bring you to his household either, with the state of the place and his brothers? Not a good impression. The blood stains and smell of death as well.

● Yet he still gets jealous with friendly customers, or friends, period. Grumbling under his breath. Those poor people then are put on the menu for him and his brothers. Making the small town, just a bit smaller. A handful of missing posters standing in the place of the person that used to walk those streets.

● Next day at work, he's offering you some of his famous BBQ. In a little neat container or bag, it smells funny, and he's oddly incessant on you eating it. Maybe you do, maybe you don't. You wouldn't want to be rude to the man who writes your paychecks would you?

● Worst case scenario? You let it slip to Drayton you plan to quit. Worse if you're moving too. It pushes him over the edge. He wasn't planning on kidnapping you before, yet he might just. Beating you with a broom into unconscious, dragging you into the passenger seat of his beat up truck.

● It's best you leave while you can. Don't show up for work. Don't tell him you're leaving. Simply leave.

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[jamiesfootball]

more leverage/tl thoughts. any time they need someone undercover in sports or labor, they send eliot. which of course makes sense. for eliot. and also probably au roy.

but consider: jamie is NO good at any of that stuff. he can do a lot of sports, especially anything where you have to be fast or agile, and he takes the boxing job - though he has to fight roy on it, but roy is on his last legs and they all know it. but when it comes to labor jamie doesn't know how to do shit, and he's prissy too. doesn't like getting his hands dirty. he's totally comfortable in his own sweat, sure, but he even gets a bit squeamish at blood he was the one to spill especially if it gets on him (this was never a reason roy cited for why he didn't think jamie should be their new hitter, but in hindsight it's Very Obvious lmao).

anyway, so the team is always like yeah you send in the hitter to fill an undercover role in labor, because his asset is his body, right? wrong. there's a gradient when jamie switches from hitting to hacking, a small transitional period of time where he's doing both, but roy always has to step in for any "hitter" job that isn't... well, hitting. he gives jamie all kinds of shit for being a gen z city boy who doesn't know how to change a tire or whatever, but tbf he's glad for the excuse to only be part time retired lol.

& then when they bring isaac(?) on to be roy's replacement since jamie didn't work out (and roy never stops saying he told everyone so about that), he doesn't know how to do a lot of labor stuff too, but he's happy to learn - unlike jamie, who would do the work of course but he'd whine about it and even when he shut up and bore it you could still tell he hated every second - but usually they don't have time for him to get fully trained in stuff so they have roy on comms talking him thru it and jamie always chimes in with totally wrong info just to be obnoxious aksjfks.

My hand didn't slip so much as it went ice skating, stayed out past curfew, and forgot why we were here in the first place:

"How are you so bad at this?” Roy asked over comms, and it took every bit of his restraint for Jamie not to throw the big-scissors right through the mark’s window.

Bad enough that he had to put up with the older man critiquing his fighting style on a daily basis, and the smugness when he pinned Jamie in a headlock, and the eyerolls when he thought Jamie was being purposely ignorant about some complicated maneuver.

(And he wasn't being deliberately obtuse. Roy just knew more obscure fighting techniques than God, and appeared to think that Jamie should have learned capoeira on the back streets of Manchester while reading a dictionary.)

That's what Jamie had to put up with if he wanted to get better. That was the price of having a stable gig, one that paid per diem even when they weren't on the con. Ted basically paid him to hone his craft, on the off-chance it'd be useful to him later. Jamie banked money, his bones didn't break, and the only note on his head these days were the sticky notes Roy left on his forehead when Jamie nodded off in the breakroom.

("I think it says 'Dante's Inferno,'" Keeley said as they shared a stolen sandwich; Roy really was a good cook. She squinted at the tiny, furious handwriting. "Do you think it's a clue?")

He understood the old man was frustrated; his grandad knee had the structural integrity of a broken bottle that'd been glued back together. He'd be stuck in Beard's weird, smelly little van for at least the duration of the job. But it didn't give him the right to be a dick to Jamie about yard work. Where did Roy get off thinking Jamie had ever learned to prune a rose bush?

"You can't cut it down that low or you risk it having to grow up from the graft."

Jamie yanked the big-scissors back from a deadened stalk. “Then you should’ve swapped me with Keeley,” he hissed.

A while ago she'd been gagging over the comms. Her and Ted had a long debate--the kind Jamie could never get away with--about whether she actually had to clean the mark's bathroom as part of her reconnaissance. Yes, the tank was an excellent place to hide stolen jewels; no, she'd never found one there in her life.

Jamie wondered if the housekeepers wore maid outfits. Keeley would look dead fit in a maid outfit. He'd look dead fit in a maid outfit. Anything would look better on him than the gray, stiff-collared maintenance uniform Beard had presented him without comment.

The earbuds made it sound like Roy was right behind him, whispering disapprovingly, "Keeley's on the inside so she can crack the safe when she finds it. And you're supposed to be keeping a lookout on the armed guards. Focus." The hairs on the back of his neck stood up. Focus, he said. Like Jamie had the luxury of forgetting that not ten metres away stood a burly man armed with an assault rifle and a blind spot in the cameras. All Jamie had was a pair of big-scissors and a prickly old bastard in his ear.

Honestly? He'd rather scrub the bathroom.

Jamie could scrub the hell out of a bathroom. Hell, he could scrub a carpet so well the landlord would never find the bloodstain. Roy might get high and mighty when Jamie admitted that he'd never used a drill or whatever, but Jamie knew the ins and outs of patching holes in the wall. He couldn’t change a tire, but he could steal a hubcap in under thirty seconds. He couldn’t slice an onion, but he could make twenty pounds at the grocers stretch for two weeks. Crouched eye-level with the rose bush and with a hidden spycam on his top button, him and Roy faced the same barren pot of twigs. Somehow Roy could see the instructions that would guide it to blooming, but Jamie couldn't. To him the rose bush was a dead thing, simple as that.

The big-scissors in his hand curved sharp and short with a thick handle for wielding. He was sure they had real a name for them, but he was also pretty sure his dad used to have something similar around for threatening the debtors who ran late on payments.

He could use a hammer. Roy never asked him if he knew how to use a hammer.

He made another go at the rose bush and got himself pricked for his trouble.

"Shit!" he swore, and over the comms Roy demanded to know, "Are you bleeding?"

"Don't leave DNA," Beard added. Jamie startled; he'd forgotten about the creepy weirdo entirely.

Danger shifted to his left. The guard rounded towards him, boots crunching in the gravel. "Hey! Is there a problem?"

Roy swore. Beard warned him not to engage.

Jamie rose to his feet with his best charming grin slapped on like a plaster over a nasty prick. He held his bleeding hand out like an offering, and with the other he slipped the big-scissors into the sleeve of his shirt.

One of Rebecca's first rules of the con: if you're uncomfortable, use it to make the mark uncomfortable.

He squeezed the big-scissors tight. "Yeah sorry, mate. Got a bit of a nasty cut--don't want it to infect. Could you point me somewhere I could clean up?"

[namelessweapons]

Small discussion of Gender and Queerness and Community in relation to Plurality and Fictionkin experiences, under a cut so I don't clog anyone's dashboard with my ramblings. extremely brief extremely passive mentions of abuse/grooming but zero detail.

We came out as trans when we were young, young enough that trans issues weren't in the spotlight, or even discussed on tumblr. I don't say that as some strange exclusionist convoluted bragging right, but because I want to snowball it into discussing the fact that we've had, not issues or struggles, but questions about our own gender for quite literally as long as we can remember.

We didn't really have words for it, what are you supposed to say in elementary school when someone asks why you want to play the Prince in the school play and not the Princess, 'I just don't feel like a Princess' would have been accurate I suppose, but we didn't have the language even for that really, 'I just want to' was probably the answer we gave.

I'm sort of lucky, one of my cultures (an indigenous north american nation) doesn't have gendered pronouns at all, that's probably part of why we enjoyed spending time with our father's side of the family so much, other reasons notwithstanding. So I didn't need to think about it passively there much.

But here's the thing, 'I just don't feel like a Princess' would have been accurate, but only accurate-ish, because here's the thing, sometimes we do, absolutely, feel like the Princess.

All of that to say we've been thinking about our gender since like, easily first grade or earlier, so we've had plenty of time to think about it.

Offline we call ourselves trans, or just 'I'm a trans man', it's simple, requires little extra explanation, and all of us are okay enough with he/him when people don't know of our plurality that it doesn't feel like anyone's being gut punched, if someone gets to know us really well, we'll say, 'I'm gender-fluid', and that's where it ends.

These days, we try not to entertain being in spaces online, servers anyway, that aren't respectful of plurality, we do so much masking in our day to day that we don't really care to in our leisure time, and we fought so, so hard to become ourselves, to find out who we are, after a period of time when who we are as a whole was being warped by abuse and grooming, it would be a waste to not be our most authentic self/selves now.

The fact of the matter is, even in queer spaces, our gender just isn't one we can really get indepth into, because it is impossible to explain without going 'well there's enough people in our skull to comfortably fill a small village, so I would describe our genders as; it depends who you're asking'.

And then it gets even more detailed, okay who are you asking, Chilchuck? Well, his gender isn't human in most ways, his society's concept of gender wasn't reliant on sex at all, his entire species is gynandrous, and gender is an extremely multifaceted fluid state of being that can change on a dime depending on a variety of factors; social standing, dominance hierarchy (and that itself isn't even how humans would fully understand it, there's no misinterpreted wolf theory here), how many assets you have, if you have children with someone else do you prefer to carry the litter or not, or do you prefer to split that task a certain percentage, or do you just want to help your family and friends raise theirs, or do you want nothing to do with them at all?

He literally doesn't even have framework to discuss it within, because 'Male, Female, Man, Woman, Nonbinary' aren't even relevant talking points for most of his species, there are exceptions of course, he absolutely knew other halflings who saw elven or tall-man genders and went 'oh yeah that's it for me', but for the most part, there's just no way for him to convey the concept to someone outside his own species, he doesn't really mind that, it's rarely relevant and he's comfortable with any pronouns.

But how do you explain that? How do you go, 'well, to understand my gender, you must first understand all these concepts that we probably can't even really explain perfectly' and Chilchuck isn't the only one, many of us, probably most of us, aren't human, and of them many of them don't really fit neatly into human understandings of gender, even like deeplore queer theory understandings of gender.

In plural spaces, it's usually pretty easy for people to understand, 'your gender is effected by who you're asking, because you are a myriad of different people', in queer spaces, it's nearly impossible to do so without just outing ourselves as plural, which we don't care to do in most spaces.

As a queer person, it can already feel very isolating just to be yourself, finding spaces that are for you can feel like a nightmare if your identity is one of the lesser known or less understood ones, I won't even get into detail about the rise of transphobia in otherwise queer friendly spaces and how all of that fits into the loneliness of the queer experience.

As someone who is Queer and Plural, those spaces shrink even further, to even begin to explain the framework of your identities, you must first explain your plurality, if you're queer and plural and fictionkin, what's left? Very few public spaces, you can use tumblr, clearly I do, but that can feel very vast and ironically almost make the loneliness issue worse.

Overall, I wish that these states of being (being Plural, past lives being passively respected even if not believed in, etc) were just the tiniest bit more accepted in mainstream spaces, because until and unless they are, we, and people like us, simply have to accept that even in extremely accepting spaces, we're probably going to have to just wholesale lie about our identities.

And furthermore, I wish there were more spaces to discuss things like this with people who are in the same situation. That whole 'My gender is complex because of my plurality, because of my kin status'

For a long time I actively ran a huge 21+ server for fictionkin and plural folks, and lately I've been feeling the itch to get it going again in earnest, because even though it was insanely hard work to run, I think people deserve the community, and because selfishly, I want to be able to go, 'here are the nuances of my experiences being alive', and to not have to first explain the entirety of my religion from square one in order for our gender to even begin to be perceived correctly.

[daggos]

Alastor x Helper!Reader (part 2)

You had been with Alastor for quite a few years now, hardly leaving his side except for 'errands' he sends you on.

You stay as close as possible, sometimes becoming just a soul and going into his staff, where many others that have made deals reside. It had taken a while for this to become routine. Plenty of nights wandering around after being dismissed for the day.

You had no place to stay and weren't really bothered by it, more upset that you weren't there if Alastor needed your services. You knew he could simply summon you if he needed, but you preferred being there.

Alastor was actually out on a walk one night when he stumbled upon you not too far from his tower. You were sleeping... out in the open.. standing up..

Even after he had directly asked you, you were still hesitant to tell him.

You had wanted to stay with him, but he wanted you to leave. In your mind, it was that simple. Apparently, Alastor didn't feel the same.

It was when you finally told him how you felt that you found out about the space in his staff. He told you that normally those that he kept in his staff were the difficult souls that tried "poorly" to defy him, tried to cheat him out of the deal they made, or tried to find loopholes.

However, you had practically handed your own over on a silver platter, so he felt no real reason to do that.

Until then, that is.

You had your own little space in the staff, too. While it looked like all the others were crammed together in a small space, you were given a bedroom that looked close to the one you had when you served Alaster as a human.

You were home.

And you would never leave unless commanded.

There was a long period, seven years to be exact, where you were not summoned. When you were called upon after, for the first time in too long, Alastor had made you swear to never speak of the point in time. It didn't take much to keep your mouth shut. It never did.

He had talked with you for a long time before you both looked over at a TV that you hadn't even noticed was there. Alastor looked ready to rip it to shreds for interrupting your time together, but paused when a blonde headed girl popped up on screen, talking about a hotel of some sort.

You paid little mind to it and turned back to continue your conversation with Alastor when you saw his eyes locked on it, his expression changing to the mischievous one he wore when he found his new target/fixation for the next while.

You knew there was no going back to the conversation now, so you got prepared for whatever Alastor wanted to do.

"Shall I return to the staff, sir?"

He turns back to you with a snap of his head, as if you had just reminded him of your existence again.

"Oh! Yes, my apologies, my dear. Although it seems you already know. We shall continue this later!"

And with that, he raised his staff, and you closed your eyes as you felt yourself deform back into a soul, floating over to his staff and flying into the eye of it.

You felt yourself become a form of yourself, walking over to the recliner you had and plopping down into it. You watched through the eye of the staff as Alastor knocked on the door and tried to introduce himself, only to have the door shut in his face not once but twice.

You continued to watch him be able to properly introduce himself, feeling slight amusement at the moth one that tried to threaten him.

You watched as Alastor summoned "Husk" and "Niffty" to help with the hotel. You hadn't properly met them, but you knew who they were, and that Alastor trusted them to get this job done.

It wasn't one that called for your skills, so you were left to watch on in the staff.

This was the routine for the next while. You would remain in the staff for most of the day, watching everything play out. You almost jumped out when you saw "Sir Pentious" rip off part of Alastor's coat, ready to rip his throat out, but you refrained when you remembered that this was nothing Alastor wouldn't enjoy to do himself.

When the day was over, Alastor would head to his radio tower and summon you. You two would sit around talking for what felt like hours before you had to return. You both already knew practically everything about the other, but you two still told each other of the ones you've maimed to get where you are in power.

The first time he had called you out of his staff was not long after the cape incident. According to Alastor, Pentious had been allowed to stay at the hotel, claiming to want to be redeemed, your job was to find what he actually wanted.

It seemed pretty obvious from the start that it was a front, but when you became a shadow and witnessed him setting up a camera for Vox, an old rival of Alastor, you were a little surprised that they were seriously trying to use him. He honestly didn't seem the brightest for how advanced his tech truly was.

You hardly got a chance to relay the information to Alastor before you spotted "Angel", another person you had watched carefully (you felt like you would like them for some reason, even after they made Alastor uncomfortable) bust into the room, quickly overpowering Pentious. The snake reflexively opened his hood, causing the spider demon to stumble.

You once again were very close to jumping out to attack Pentious when you felt a ghost of Alastor's hand holding you back.

He didn't want for you to be revealed yet.

So you sat back and watched the rest unfold, only finally coming out when everyone had left and Alastor walked in. He walked over and grabbed a watch Pentious had dropped on the ground, you following close behind.

After he finished disposing of the watch, he turned to you.

"I have a new task for you, my dear. Keep a close eye on those pesky Vee's, they're getting a little too comfortable messing with the hotel. We can't have that, now can we?"

His signature grin looked a little strained at the moment, but you paid no mind to it, he would tell you if you needed to know.

You bowed your head with a "yes, ofcourse" and went on your way out. You knew where they were already. It would have been more difficult to not see the building.

You disappear into the shadows within the next second, quickly making your way through the quiet parts of the hotel, making sure to stay out of sight.

When you get out of the doors, you make quick work of getting to the large building covered in lights with three "V"s on top. You go through the doors and make your way around the area, again staying out of prying eyes and pesky cameras. When you finally reach a room that appears to have all three residing in it, you see a shit show.

*Vox's third pov*

"WHAT THE FU-SWHUCK WAS THAT?!"

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Yes, this is how I'm ending it for now, I need to get something out and I'm loving this so far and don't want to ruin it by trying to rush it too much.

Have a nice day!

[rat-typewriter]

Dating Rachel King as a girl would be...

Requested: @sixminutesofnight

Notes: I hope this is okay!! literally as I finished writing this, I checked your request and I guess i literally just imagined you asking for a fem!reader - so im sorry!! if you want other pronouns I can fix it!!

Ok so you and Rachel had known each other for years

and I mean y e a r s

You were both born around the same time - and since you grew up in such a small town - your mothers met on the maternity ward

So you had been friends more-or-less since birth

Growing up you had been best friends and did absolutely everything together - it was known by everyone town that wherever one of you was, the other wouldn't be far behind

By the time you got to high school, you had both been through various boyfriends - but above all else, you had each other

Lots of dumb adventures when you were teens,,,, going to supermarkets past midnight,,, concerts in far off towns,, even swimming in the freezing sea in september

by the age of seventeen,, most people had decided you were probably a little more than "best friends"

and maybe they were right - maybe your first kiss (and the only kiss that would ever matter to you) was at 4.32 AM in the empty waiting room of an Accident and Emergency Unit after you had fallen and broken your ankle

or maybe they weren't and you were just really good friends

who knew????

When Rachel had joined up with the marines - you were pretty heartbroken (as was she)

lots of tearful giggling and tight hugs on the day she left

Promise you'll come back?

Well, duh, you can't get rid of me that easily.

Pinky promise me?

Of course.

And she did come back - as often as she could - and you'd spend those few precious days talking non-stop

When she met Eric you were happy for her (really!)

She just smiled so widely when she watched him speak; listening to him rambling on about some piece of tech that you didn't understand

At first he was a little weirded-out by Rachel and you's relationship

but it's normal for girls to be super touchy and hold hands all the time, right? (right??)

You got along well with him nonetheless and you always had the pair over for dinner whenever they were back from service

But then things started to go wrong

It started with a bit of tension between the two; then suddenly Rachel was staying at your place

It took her a while for her to open up about what happened in the accident

(You felt really bad about egging Eric's car after that)

(he still does not know who did it to this day)

A lot of late nights sat opposite one another on the kitchen floor talking about everything

A lot of you talking her down when she starts to spiral

Sometimes terrible things happen, I guess.

But I should've been more careful-

Oh fuck that! It was an accident. Accidents happen.

But Eric-

Eric told you it's okay.

But I-

Rachel. We're all still here, aren't we? You could have both died. But you're here - and one day this won't hurt so much. I promise you.

The point when you actually started dating is blurry to say the least

like there was definitely an awkward period where everyone around you was like,,,, o k a y I don't think best friends are that close

jokes on them you guys were best friends AND dating

After like six months of her living with you, kissing each other goodbye, holding hands constantly and her wrapping her arms around your waist while you were trying to cook - you finally had a conversation about it

As she left for service

It was at the airport, as you hugged her tightly

Hey, Rach

Hm?

Are we dating?

Sure, why not.

Okay, just checking.

...

I love you.

I love you too.

[answersfromzestual]

I promised you all a reason why I do not use certain verbals.

Below are personal experiences, and some parts are violent.

Reason as to why I do not use words such as, "fag[got]", "queer", and "dyke" and idenitfying/calling someone "it".

I was always the weird kid, I didn't have much if any real friends growing up.

My own parents and siblings, to this day, call me names. I was a candle burning at both ends.

From an early age (as soon as i could dress myself), I dressed masculine, always wore boy clothes. Mother was okay when I was young because I was just a "tomboy." I had kids starting in first grade of all ages, asking me if I was a boy or a girl.I didn't have the answer. Everyone told me what I was, but I disagreed. I felt like a boy, but the world told me I was a girl... Having younger kids go get a teacher when they saw me in the bathroom, I would always shrug. It was embarrassing other children peeking in the stall... I was bullied into a feminine phase (dressing female, against what I really wanted, age 10-15). I needed to not be bullied as bad anymore. I wanted to push the feelings down and not stand out anymore... I just wanted to fit in and be like everyone else... I prayed to be normal or to leave.

High school was horrible...

I needed to go to the washroom at school during first period, which meant walking by the cafeteria... the seniors had their spare period, and i knew they sat in the cafe. They laughed as I walked by and one yelled "fucking dyke" at me, at the same time two teachers were walking by me the opposite way, talking. We were at the same place in the hall, they didn't say a word. They just kept walking, but they fell silent for a short time...

I had to walk home from school... there was two ways, one was longer and along a main road, where people would yell faggot, queer, dyke, fucking weirdo, out of their car windows at me, random adults and students from both schools in town. The other way was through the alley, faster and no one was around... I was always gambling if someone would jump me (attack me). I was just walking home after abuse from other students and teachers. And a group of guys following you saying "here, here little queer/dyke/faggot" whatever word they felt like using that day. I didn't have anyone to walk with on these days, it was band practice, I stayed later than my friends would...

I would run as fast as I could. They ran faster... Tackled me to the ground and beat me, fracturing a rib at one point. Being told I was worthless and they should kill me that would be doing the world a favor, as their boot hovered over my bloody face... That maybe I need a real man to fuck me to turn me (magically) a straight cis female. I never went to the hospital. My parents never saw the bruises all over my face. (My parents weren't the best). This was at least once a month.

I developed full-blown alcoholism and hard drug addiction by 15-16 years old, trying to numb the pain of everyone in the world rejecting me.

I worked at a fast food joint as a teen. An old man came up to my register, a look of confusion and disgust on his face. I greeted him, smiling. I had just come out to the first person at work, and she was awesome about it, probably half an hour earlier. He slid his empty cup across the counter and asked for a refill. While I was doing his refill, the girl I had just come out also asked if he needed help. He said in a big booming voice, throwing his hands up, "She,him, it, that thing there." *points at me* "has got my refill!" At this point, I no longer felt human. I felt like I was an unknown creature from another planet.

Those are some of the postable, less traumatic reasons why I don't like those words. I grew up, and they were all bad words to be or even be called. I lived in a small, very rural village, and it to this day, people aren't with the times.

These words have hurt me in many ways and I have no intention of the futile attempt to "take things back". Two things you can't take back, history and words. These words will always be hurtful to me, these wounds won't heal. These words are hate to me and always will be.

I do not want to take away your identity, I don't want you to feel negatively if you use them to identify. You are allowed to have your own vocabulary, views, and opinions. The rule is more of reasoning as to why I do not use them most of the time for identities.

If you can, please avoid using those words for me in asks? If you do, it's okay. If it happens too often, though, I may have an issue. I hope you understand and respect my point of view as I respect yours.

Respect the fact we all walk different paths, if you say to someone they have to "deal with it", while that person tip toes around your trauma. Please, respect is a two way street.

This also goes for any other people who have issues with the words, like my partner as well has trauma due to these words (she is part of the lgbtqai as well).

Thank you.

Tltr; I was verbally and physically abused, and the people would taunt me with those terms.

[tchaikovskym]

Here goes my personal biased thoughts and experiences on why I believe a great deal of behavioral gender differences are taught, rather than it being an inevitable consequence of biology

So, to begin with, I grew up with basically no men in my life. My dad left my mom before I was born, and my grandad died before I was born. I grew up with my grandmother, mom, and five aunts. I did have a stepfather for about a decade in my life, but it was so messed up that it's another story, and I'd rather not bring it up now. Also, I think it is important to note that when I was old enough to grasp the concept of leading figures in the country, the president at that time was a woman.

Anyway. To begin with.

I never thought it was weird to be raised by women only. I never felt like I was missing something or that adults in my life (women) were missing something.

Of course, I was taught things like "girls don't sit with their legs wide open", "you must always take care of your hair it is unacceptable to walk around like that" etc., but I never really saw them as a gender thing, rather it being a disciplinary thing. It was the same to me as "clean up after yourself" etc. I never really had anyone to compare it with, so I never thought much of it.

What I learned in childhood was that you should learn how to get out of situations and try to fix things yourself. There weren't women's and men's chores (again: bc there was no men) and it just seemed like a natural thing to do. My grandma always took care of the car, my aunt taught me how to change the chain on my bike, me and my (girl) cousin helped set up a roof on a small storage building. We did small renovations all on our own, and for things requiring expertise we hired people. I didn't pay much attention how they were always men though, it didn't matter to me back then.

Anyway, as I grew older and interacted more with society with boys in it, I still didn't really see much difference. I had the same moment in school when teacher asked boys to carry chairs, and my 8 year old me was like, why can't I carry? And went on carrying like 2 chairs at the same time just to spite the teacher. We all had this moment. Just the regular.

Things also got a bit weird when we celebrated 8th of March and the boys were expected to congratulate the girls. And I thought it was unfair, because we never congratulated the boys, because they didn't have a special day. Of course, my worries then were talked down by "women bear children and have periods and are in more pain in general so they deserve it". Which worked ngl.

Things went worse when I was in highschool and got to realize hard truths about the world. Turns out my class teacher (a woman) was worried about our new principal being a woman, because of the hormones and well... being a woman. At that time I was shocked to my core. How could you voice such thoughts? How could you support such claims? But oh, it was just the beginning.

Once I graduated school, the world became completely binary if I may say so. It all began with my friends (girls) saying stuff like "my dad will fix the car problem" or "let the men come and deal with this, what can we do" or "men think different from us". And you know, it was a bit weird? Why would you not want to learn how to fix your car? Change a tire? Put up a shelf by the wall? Why must you say "I'm a girl therefore I shouldn't". It's understandable if you don't want to do it, or if you don't like to do it, but gender has no role in this.

Things got even worse when I started working. Men were always listened to, treated with respect and paid more for less work. There was once an instance where a piece of equipment was broken and we had to cancel one thing last minute. I went to explain the situation but I was met with anger and doubt, so I just called my male colleague to say the same thing I did, only to be met with respect and no questions asked. And instances similar to that keep happening. Always.

But you see, when I talk with people, about ideas, plans etc. I see no gender difference in our ways of understanding each other. But oh boy, what the fuck, the difference exists. And there is always this sense of inequality. I'm not the money maker, I'm not the head of the family, I don't know what I'm doing, I have to bear children and have temper tantrums and care about my looks as my highest value. Well I don't! I have not been raised to be taken care of! I know what I'm doing or at least I'd like to learn and take control! I don't see the purpose of life being in having children. I could care less of my looks than a non-sentient sponge.

And even more, women in my life want me to be more feminine. Because I have to be.

And I think that's just messed up.

Anyway, I wanted to get this off my chest. Never caught up on how to be a girl I guess and am astonished others did and are following through.

Cheers.

[queentheweeb]

Alpha Hitoshi Shinso x Omega Mashirao Ojiro

Ojiro did not need to be told that for an omega he was very plain and average looking. He was aware. He had slanted small eyes, plain short blonde hair, average height, and a tail. That was his quirk. A thick and heavy tail. He has also been told that the only attractive thing about him is an Omega so he will be lucky to have someone even consider him. As if that didn't hurt his feelings. He told his parents about it who did not take kindly to that and thankfully got the Alpha expelled from the middle school and put into proper Alpha training since he was lacking. Ojiro was just lucky to have parents and four older brothers to care enough and not care about him being the only Omega. His mom is a Beta, his dad an Alpha and his brothers were either Alphas or Betas. It was difficult but, they all took classes for his sake so he appreciated and loved them to the moon and back.

"Mashi come join me for a study session" He turned to Izuku one of the more excitable ones in the class. Surprisingly Ojiro and he bonded very quickly telling each other secrets that the other people in the class don't know. It was nice. 

"Sure I'm coming." He grabbed his stuff and joined Izuku and his friends including Shinsou in the back. He had held a grudge against the purple-haired Alpha for a bit until they talked it out and he forgave him. They had a good friendship now that they passed that hurdle. "What are we working on?"

"I'm surprised you joined us today." He felt his eye twitch a bit at that but ignored it. Why was it always such a surprise when he decided to do something or join anything? It's not like it was the first time and that seemed to always be Iida's response to him being in any kind of social situation

"He joins us once a week, sure you wouldn't have forgotten that Class Prez?" It was Shinsou who stared at Iida who sputtered before choosing to not say anything and get right into a science- apparently, that's what we were doing. Ojiro stared at Shinsou for a few sharing a look before quickly looking away back down at his book. Usually, the boy was quiet and didn't interact much if not needed. 

"I think he's too worried about other things, kero that's why he forgot what day it is, kero" That is understandable. They had exams coming up and weren't always fun to do. The rest of the study period went by fast and it was lunchtime before they knew it. They always went to lunch after the study period. Ojiro sat with his normal friend group this time even though he kept looking over at the table where Izuku and his friends sat. 

"Something seems to be bothering you." He turned to Tokoyami who raised an eyebrow at him. He waved a hand not wanting to worry them. Being the only omega in his usual friend group equal to protective friends which weren't fun to deal with at times. 

"You know how Iida always makes a comment about me being somewhere or joining anything really." He had everyone at the table's attention now "Well I was going to let it go but Shinsou stood up for me which surprised me you know? He's normally so quiet and reserved but, he seemed a bit annoyed with Iida today. I don't know I'm thinking too hard about all of this." This was new for Ojiro he's normally not frazzled so easily but, he was comfortable and felt safe with them so his true personality tended to leak and mix with his school personality. 

"I think it's okay to think about this, could it be you might like him?" He blinked squinting his eyes at Shoji who was smiling. The big jerk. 

"I do not." He was unaware of his tail wagging conveying the very opposite of what he was saying.

"I think your tail is telling the truth." He turned to look and low and behold the traitor of a tail was wagging happily. The audacity. He grabbed his tail and decided to hold it to keep from any more mishaps happening. 

"Let's change the subject." He looked around real quick to see if anyone noticed and to his embarrassment Hitoshi saw and smirked before looking back down at his food and nodding along to whatever conversation he was having. 

"I think the feeling is mutual." He could just smack Hagakure. 

"I said to change the subject!" He let go of his tail allowing it to wag before it went still on its own. They took pity on his soul and changed the subject about miscellaneous things including classes and whatnot. Once lunch was over it was time for the rest of the classes and the final class of the day was heroics with All Might. He absolutely loved that class because just like most people All Might was one of his favorite heroes. He wasn't an All Might fanboy or heir like Izuku was but he did adore the man. He was the friendliest, kindest, and most genuine alpha to walk Japan who wouldn't be attracted to him in any shape or form? Even villains adored the man.

"Your partners will be listed on the screen! Once you guys find them, change into your hero costumes and meet me out on Ground Beta where I will tell you what you will be doing." Ojiro jolted quickly looking at the board for his name. That was the first time he zoned out thinking about heroes in a long time 

"I'M WITH THAT ICY HOT BASTARD!" He winced. He doesn't think that's the best idea All Might has had but, there had to be a reason. Before Bakugo can blow up something. 

"I heard you all the way outside Young Bakugo! As you can see I have paired everyone up with someone they are either not compatible with or have not worked together due to differences! I did this on purpose because in the real world you will work with people you don't like, you don't know, and don't trust. You will need help from those same people as well. This is where you learn to put aside your pride and ego in order to accomplish a mission. Then you can scream later on once the mission is done. Now HURRY UP!" Everyone jumped and left for the locker rooms. Bakugo was humbled enough that he just grumbled and his scent didn't permeate the air as much as it was when he learned he was with Icy hot. He really shouldn't be worried about them he was being paired up with Shinsou. Great. 

"Can't wait to work together partner." Ojiro jolted hitting the locker and turning to look up at the culprit. He was always so quiet and sneaky. 

"You know something. You're going to make one hell of an underground hero. You got the technique and skill for it." He turned away to hide his blushing face. He said all of that because he scared him but, he ended up overly complimenting him "I'm sorry I-" He went to apologize for making him uncomfortable but stopped at the look he was giving him. His eyes were wide, his mouth open and his cheeks flushed pink. "S-Shinsou?"

"That was the nicest thing someone has ever told me." He blinked. Oh? Really? He was never told something like that?

"Well...it's the truth. Your quirk is best suited for underground work like Aizawa sensei I guess that's why the two of you work together and he's basically your mom right?" Hitoshi stuttered.

"H-How did you-" Ojiro decided to be a little risky and put his hand on his chest feeling how fast his heart was beating. He got close to him to whisper so no one else can hear.

"Don't worry your secret is safe with me. The two of you work flawlessly and Aizawa is the best teacher. I can't wait for your debut, maybe we can work together from time to time after graduation yeah?" Ojiro left him stunned there and gave him space so he can calm his own racing heart. He did his best to ignore his wagging tail since it was a dead giveaway to how he was feeling.

"I-I, what, you, wow." Ojiro smelled the air as a soft lavender smell permeated the air. He didn't realize that he was smiling and swaying side to side softly. "You're adorable." 

"2 MINUTES TO MAKE IT TO GROUND BETA" The loud robotic voice over the intercom jolted both of them out of their stupor. They looked at each other with shy looks and grins.

"I think that's our cue to leave." He simply nodded as the two of them left the soft lavender smell never quite left and Ojiro still felt relaxed by the smell. He knew it was Hitoshi's and honestly? He can get used to it. They made it into Ground Beta where everyone else was. 

"I'm glad to see that everyone is with their partners now let's get to business. There are 20 of you, 10 pairs in total. There are 30 people who are out there who need to be saved in different areas. Each pair is to rescue three of them no more." He pointedly looked at Bakugo, Deku, and Todoroki. "And no less than that. This is for everyone to get rescue points and learn how to rescue someone. That can't happen if one pair decides to rescue 15 because they're in a competition." He once again looked at Bakugo 

"WHY ARE YOU ONLY LOOKING AT ME?!" 

"Because you are the problem and one of the reasons why we have so much unnecessary damage," Bakugo growled but said nothing else allowing All Might to continue.

"There are different disaster zones and each of you will be in the designated area. The watches I gave each of you will tell you which area to go to and to stay in. They have all been fit for each of your quirks. Good luck and goodbye." With a wave, All Might took off in the sky and left everyone to figure everything out for themselves.

"I guess this is our cue?" Ojiro turned to Shinsou who was in his personal space but, he didn't mind. He nodded and let him lead the way. He really liked his hero costume, it's new but neat. It was a black skin-tight body suit with purple lines and a black cape with a hint of yellow at the top. He still had his voice changer and capture weapon. Heavily influenced by Aizawa. Made him lowkey jealous of his own plain judo uniform/costume. He now wishes he would have put more detail into it. "You listening Mashi?" He once again spaced out.

"Wha- no, I'm sorry can you repeat what you said please." Hitoshi huffed with a light smile.

"I was saying we should head to where the broken bridge and water are. There's a person that needs to be rescued under it. Then we can head to the back alleys that's where the second person is and finally, the last person is in a dilapidated building that will fall if you breathe wrong." He filed all this information away thinking of plans as he nodded and followed his lead. The first person a.k.a dummy was easy to grab considering it was in a nook where only its feet got wet. That one was taken to the safe area. They then made their way to the second person and it was in fact a maze. They were a little tricky but Mashi spotted them hiding behind a dumpster with boxes in front of it. In real life that would have been the perfect spot to hide from a villain. 

"We ready for the last one?" Ojiro asked as they took the second person to the safe area and prepared themselves for the last one. 

"As ready as we can be." The both of them made their way swiftly to the abandoned building. It was in fact crumbly and looked as if it would fall if they even stepped near it. 

"I don't even know if it's safe to go in there." Ojiro got a hum of agreement as the two of them made their way inside cautiously. The ceiling was crumbling, along with the floor and every step they took made everything creak. 

"Okay, we got to be very careful. One wrong move and this thing is going down." Mashi nodded his head in agreement. They checked each floor carefully the only slip-up was when Hitoshi slid down a slab of concrete to the floor below but, was not harmed. They got together watching each other's back until they got to the top corner where the 'person' was. "Of course, they're in the most dangerous fucking corner." It was rare to hear the boy swear. It shouldn't have been attractive but it was. Hitoshi jumped across the broken floor, grabbed them, and was about to move back when the whole building shook. They both shared a horrified look.

"Fuck." If Hitoshi was going to cuss so was Ojiro the situation called for it. 

"Mashirao-" There was no time to think, Ojiro was looking at the way the center of the floor was caving

"Jump out the window using your scarf I'm right behind you." Hitoshi paused for a second before turning around and jumping out the window. Mashirao went to jump right after him but, the floor gave away and his world tilted and went black.

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Ojiro woke up very achy and to the smell of antiseptic. He blinked away surprised to feel that he had no headache whatsoever but his back hurt a lot and so did his tail and legs. It felt like he was squished which was the case considering he failed to get out of a collapsing building.

"You're up baby boy?" He turned to the soft voice looking at Recovery girl. "You took a nasty fall and poor Hitoshi here was frantic. Refused to leave until you woke up and he knew you were better." Ojiro turned his head to the side to see said purple-haired boy sitting in a chair with his hand holding his. Why he didn't notice his hand was being held? "I'll come back to check on you once the two of you talked." He blinked watching as Hitoshi stirred opening his eyes a bit before focusing on him.

"How do you feel? How's your back? I was scared." The Alpha was giving off stress pheromones so in retaliation Ojiro gave off calming ones and they worked since Hitoshi slumped over into the bed "There was so much blood and I just-I forgot what we were doing- I can't have nothing happen to you, you're mine. I'm supposed to protect you, some Alpha I make-" All Ojiro got out of that was he wanted to be his Alpha.

"Y-you want to be m-my Alpha?" His omega was doing somersaults. So was his scent with the way it permeated the air. Hitoshi paused, blushing from his neck to the tips of his ears but turning to him with a determined look.

"Today 100 percent confirmed I need to stop being a coward and tell you. I like you Mashirao, at first it was friends but I want more. I can't stand the idea of someone snatching you up because I'm too much of a coward to make a move. We can figure out all the complicated stuff later once you're better but I need to know now. Do you accept my offer of being your Alpha?" This was too much for Ojiro to take in. He doesn't even know when they got on a first-name basis but, that was a thing now.

"I accept." Hitoshi let out a breath slumping completely over Ojiro. His pleased scent covered in and honestly? Ojiro was confused and they had to talk but, for now, he will accept the peace that they have right now.

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