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It's incredible how in this second season these two literally acted like an old married couple, and like, once you realize that you can't unsee it. Arguing about your partner's appearance in an elevator? Trying to fix a tempad like they were putting together an ikea table? Pointing the crumbs on the chin? A two-seater bike ride through a park? Awkward pickup lines? Holding your partner's lapels and asking "what the SHIT are you doing"? Hmmn yes, totally old married couple vibes

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Zack and Cody showing up at that restaurant at 7:30pm tonight:

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NO ONE treats his child like that

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all these j2 pannels are literally just jared saying bullshit for five minutes uninterrupted while jensen stands there completely zoned out. this man blocks out anything jared says for his own sanity and honestly i can’t blame him because if i could i would too. jackles teach me how to do that challenge

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Fan: Cas’ confession meant a lot to me as a queer person who grew up watching the show, and over the past year me and a lot of other queer people have found a real community in each other because of what we saw as explicit on-screen representation in a story that’s always resonated with us. But there have also been a lot of questions regarding the confession scene and how it should be interpreted. And every time its been discussed we’ve been told its “up to our interpretation”, but when we’ve interpreted it as romantic, we’ve been told that we’re wrong? So what is your advice for queer people on how to handle our queer interpretations being treated with disgust, disdain, or discomfort?

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supernatural is my ugly bf that gets roasted in the gc and I have to defend his life by saying “ I swear he’s cuter in person”

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comforted by the knowledge that sam winchester would HATE jared padalecki <3

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Tw: mentions of being overworked but like overall just fluff, cursing (it’s katsuki what’d you’d expect)

Part 2 of exhaustion where I finish when I finally am not exhausted anymore and get time off 😌 honestly imagining a day off with katsuki and his cuddles is everything one could hope for

5:26 P.M.

Katsuki sighed, staring at the time displayed on his phone screen. He knew you wouldn’t listen to him, opting to stay late and finish the work you would have done the days he was making you take off. He wouldn’t push it, knowing you’ll keep up your end of the bargain and at the very least take off the rest of your week to stay home and rest.

He wouldn’t tell you he was doing the same, knowing you’d just insist you were being a burden and he shouldn’t take time off just for you. But he wanted to, he missed seeing you and being able yo wake up with you in his arms. The last few weeks have been hell for the both of you, work becoming the start and end to your days. It left little to no time for you two to spend with one another. Thankfully, Kirishima had offered to cover for him. He could see how frustrated his schedule was making him.

He opted to start dinner instead of going to collect you, giving you the time you needed to be at peace on your much needed weekend.

6:15 P.M.

You slumped through your door, body sore and aching from pushing it past it’s limits. You hadn’t anticipated staying as late as you did, you had hoped for once you’d get out on time. Empty hope, that much you knew, but it was hope nonetheless. If it wasn’t for the soft humming you heard coming from your kitchen, you would have nearly forgotten Bakugou’s presence completely. You smiles softly, slipping your jacket off and throwing it on a nearby surface (you didn’t exactly care), before making your way to the kitchen. You gently slipped your arms around his waist, resting half your body weight against his back. You could hear the smile in his voice as he greeted you, finishing up the last of your dinner.

“God, I love when you come over. The place always smells so good.” You hummed, the pleasant smell mixed with the warmth he radiated nearly lulling you to sleep.

“Yeah, yeah. Why don’t you go get changed into something comfortable before you pass out on my back, yeah?” You only hummed in response, forcing your tired limbs to carry you to your bedroom. He chuckled softly to himself as he watched you tiredly slink to the room before finishing up and plating the food.

When you came out the table had been set, Katsuki walking back from your kitchen with a couple drinks in hand before pulling out your seat for you. You smiled, quickly taking your seat and giggling to yourself as the soft tint of pink that shadowed his cheeks.

He wasn’t use to being this gentle or kind, that much you knew. It was rare and so unusual to see I’m be a ‘proper’ gentleman, as Mina loved to put it. He was much more rough, brash at times and sometimes he felt he wasn’t the right fit for you with his much your gentle personality contrasted his. He wasn’t vocal in the ways he showed his affection and love for you, which lead many to believe that he didn’t actually give a damn. At least, not if they didn’t know him. But what he lacked in vocal love he made up for tenfold in actions, especially in this very moment.

He’d made your favorite dish, gotten out some of your favorite pairs of pajamas and one of his hoodies your sure he brought from his home. Hell, he even lit a few of your favorite candles to make the house smell much more homey and feel much more comfortable. You couldn’t help but stare with a giant smile plastered so perfectly on your lips. He noticed, lightly flicking your forehead and throwing you back to reality.

“The hell you starin’ at? Hurry up and eat before your food gets cold.” You pouted, feigning offense.

“What? I can’t stare at my hothead of a boyfriend?” You teased, trying to his your smirk at the glare he shot you.

“You’re lucky I like your dumbass or I’d just leave with the ice cream I brought.” You rolled your eyes, your smile still ever so present as you two sat in the comfort of each other’s company. He listened to you ramble about your week, piping in with his usual comments every so often or rolling his eyes at the absolute bull you have to go through on a day to day bases for a job he often stated didn’t deserve you or your talents.

As the night grew on, sleep slowly crept back into your body as you yawned for what felt like the upteenth time tonight. Katsuki had kept quiet, letting you unwind in anyway you saw fit; from watching any random video you could find on YouTube to just sitting at your dining room table as you rambled on about all the things you had wanted to tell him, but were too busy to get time for. But after the millionth yawn of the night, he decided to get you to sleep, even if you wouldn’t realize it. So he proposed you two settle down for a movie, a choice he only half regretted when you picked one of his least favorite films. You giggled as he rolled his eyes, going to fetch you two a blanket as you got it ready.

It didn’t take very long into the movie, cuddled against Katsuki’s chest as you both laid comfortably on your sofa, for you to fall right to sleep. You snuggled you face further into the crook of his neck, the softness of your breathing making him smile to himself. He let the movie play in the background, his attempts never once drifting from you all night. He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead as he let himself drift off to sleep, his arms securely wrapped around you.

God, you had him worried the last few weeks with how much you’d been working. He could hardly get ahold of you, hardly saw you. If it wasn’t for the few texts you’d send sporadically to assure him you were safe, he would have thought the worst had happened. Today was the last straw for him, no reply to his call or texts left ignored. He knew you were safe, probably on your way to work and busy, but god if his heart didn’t feel like it was going to explode as his panic set in. What if’s ran through his mind as he stormed to your place of work, only to find you hadn’t made it to work yet. He was ready to explode and scold you the moment he found you about his, but seeing the bags under your eyes and the exhaustion just plastered head to toe on your tired and aching body, it blew away his rage and replaced it with nothing but worry and need. A need to take you home and hold you close in bed, taking care of you the way you’d neglected to for days. Run a bath, make your favorite meal, and lay in bed with you in his arms to get the rest you so desperately needed. And he got what he wanted in the end, even if it didn’t go as he originally wanted.

He got the one thing he wanted most, you in his arms; safe, relaxed, and resting. Resting for what he could only assume was the first time in days. He hummed softly to himself with a faint smile on his face as he too drifted off to sleep. The next couple days would be nothing but this, you in his arms doing nothing but keep the other company. And he woundn’t want your days off together to be spent any other way.

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Tw: mentions of being overworked but like overall just fluff, cursing (it’s katsuki what’d you’d expect)

Part 2 of exhaustion where I finish when I finally am not exhausted anymore and get time off 😌 honestly imagining a day off with katsuki and his cuddles is everything one could hope for

Part 1

5:26 P.M.

Katsuki sighed, staring at the time displayed on his phone screen. He knew you wouldn’t listen to him, opting to stay late and finish the work you would have done the days he was making you take off. He wouldn’t push it, knowing you’ll keep up your end of the bargain and at the very least take off the rest of your week to stay home and rest.

He wouldn’t tell you he was doing the same, knowing you’d just insist you were being a burden and he shouldn’t take time off just for you. But he wanted to, he missed seeing you and being able yo wake up with you in his arms. The last few weeks have been hell for the both of you, work becoming the start and end to your days. It left little to no time for you two to spend with one another. Thankfully, Kirishima had offered to cover for him. He could see how frustrated his schedule was making him.

He opted to start dinner instead of going to collect you, giving you the time you needed to be at peace on your much needed weekend.

6:15 P.M.

You slumped through your door, body sore and aching from pushing it past it’s limits. You hadn’t anticipated staying as late as you did, you had hoped for once you’d get out on time. Empty hope, that much you knew, but it was hope nonetheless. If it wasn’t for the soft humming you heard coming from your kitchen, you would have nearly forgotten Bakugou’s presence completely. You smiles softly, slipping your jacket off and throwing it on a nearby surface (you didn’t exactly care), before making your way to the kitchen. You gently slipped your arms around his waist, resting half your body weight against his back. You could hear the smile in his voice as he greeted you, finishing up the last of your dinner.

“God, I love when you come over. The place always smells so good.” You hummed, the pleasant smell mixed with the warmth he radiated nearly lulling you to sleep.

“Yeah, yeah. Why don’t you go get changed into something comfortable before you pass out on my back, yeah?” You only hummed in response, forcing your tired limbs to carry you to your bedroom. He chuckled softly to himself as he watched you tiredly slink to the room before finishing up and plating the food.

When you came out the table had been set, Katsuki walking back from your kitchen with a couple drinks in hand before pulling out your seat for you. You smiled, quickly taking your seat and giggling to yourself as the soft tint of pink that shadowed his cheeks.

He wasn’t use to being this gentle or kind, that much you knew. It was rare and so unusual to see I’m be a ‘proper’ gentleman, as Mina loved to put it. He was much more rough, brash at times and sometimes he felt he wasn’t the right fit for you with his much your gentle personality contrasted his. He wasn’t vocal in the ways he showed his affection and love for you, which lead many to believe that he didn’t actually give a damn. At least, not if they didn’t know him. But what he lacked in vocal love he made up for tenfold in actions, especially in this very moment.

He’d made your favorite dish, gotten out some of your favorite pairs of pajamas and one of his hoodies your sure he brought from his home. Hell, he even lit a few of your favorite candles to make the house smell much more homey and feel much more comfortable. You couldn’t help but stare with a giant smile plastered so perfectly on your lips. He noticed, lightly flicking your forehead and throwing you back to reality.

“The hell you starin’ at? Hurry up and eat before your food gets cold.” You pouted, feigning offense.

“What? I can’t stare at my hothead of a boyfriend?” You teased, trying to his your smirk at the glare he shot you.

“You’re lucky I like your dumbass or I’d just leave with the ice cream I brought.” You rolled your eyes, your smile still ever so present as you two sat in the comfort of each other’s company. He listened to you ramble about your week, piping in with his usual comments every so often or rolling his eyes at the absolute bull you have to go through on a day to day bases for a job he often stated didn’t deserve you or your talents.

As the night grew on, sleep slowly crept back into your body as you yawned for what felt like the upteenth time tonight. Katsuki had kept quiet, letting you unwind in anyway you saw fit; from watching any random video you could find on YouTube to just sitting at your dining room table as you rambled on about all the things you had wanted to tell him, but were too busy to get time for. But after the millionth yawn of the night, he decided to get you to sleep, even if you wouldn’t realize it. So he proposed you two settle down for a movie, a choice he only half regretted when you picked one of his least favorite films. You giggled as he rolled his eyes, going to fetch you two a blanket as you got it ready.

It didn’t take very long into the movie, cuddled against Katsuki’s chest as you both laid comfortably on your sofa, for you to fall right to sleep. You snuggled you face further into the crook of his neck, the softness of your breathing making him smile to himself. He let the movie play in the background, his attempts never once drifting from you all night. He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead as he let himself drift off to sleep, his arms securely wrapped around you.

God, you had him worried the last few weeks with how much you’d been working. He could hardly get ahold of you, hardly saw you. If it wasn’t for the few texts you’d send sporadically to assure him you were safe, he would have thought the worst had happened. Today was the last straw for him, no reply to his call or texts left ignored. He knew you were safe, probably on your way to work and busy, but god if his heart didn’t feel like it was going to explode as his panic set in. What if’s ran through his mind as he stormed to your place of work, only to find you hadn’t made it to work yet. He was ready to explode and scold you the moment he found you about his, but seeing the bags under your eyes and the exhaustion just plastered head to toe on your tired and aching body, it blew away his rage and replaced it with nothing but worry and need. A need to take you home and hold you close in bed, taking care of you the way you’d neglected to for days. Run a bath, make your favorite meal, and lay in bed with you in his arms to get the rest you so desperately needed. And he got what he wanted in the end, even if it didn’t go as he originally wanted.

He got the one thing he wanted most, you in his arms; safe, relaxed, and resting. Resting for what he could only assume was the first time in days. He hummed softly to himself with a faint smile on his face as he too drifted off to sleep. The next couple days would be nothing but this, you in his arms doing nothing but keep the other company. And he woundn’t want your days off together to be spent any other way.

#x reader #bnha #mha #bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #katsuki x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader #mha x reader #bnha x reader

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About Me

Name: Kai/Kais (Pronounced lie Caius)

Pronouns: They/Them

What am I: American

Ethnicity/Race: Black/Native American/Puerto Rican Native American and Puerto Rican are the cultures I grew up with.

Birthday: March 11th (Pisces. Yes you can make fun of that fact I sure do 😂)

DNI: Racist/Terfs/Homophobes/Transphobes/Fatphobes/Ableists/Anyone trying to shove religion or politics down my throat/literally anyone wanting to send hate or death threats. You aren’t cute.

Okay things to ask: Anything about any of the fandoms I have in my masterlist, any works, requests for part 2’s or more to a fic, questions about my hobbies. You can ask for advice or talk to me about personal stuff but please ask first and please put trigger warnings.

Do not ask under any circumstance: my age, where I live, where I work, any person info on my health or family. The only info I’ll ever give is my first name and that I am an adult. That’s all. Don’t talk politics. Don’t talk religion. This is a safe space for all. I will not tolerate it.

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A Concept

“You could never be a monster, y/n. Not to me.” You tensed a little as one hand rested against your shoulder, drawing your tear filled eyes to look up at your friend. He offered the smallest and gentlest smile he’d ever given, “I know you’re scared. You don’t know how to control your powers. But I promise you we can help. You just have to trust me.” For the first time since your interaction began, you listened. You took a moment to consider what he said, letting his words sink in.

Tears still spilled from your eyes, all you could muster as an answer was to cling to him as if letting him go would throw you back into the spiral that sent you on your destructive path. He reciprocated, strong arms holding you as if you’d break if you so much as moved out of them.

#I’ve been writing here and there #I’m currently working on exhaustion part 2 but working 2 jobs from morning to night takes up all my free time #apologies for my delay #concept writing

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sometimes i need to remind myself that i'm writing fanfiction for free and i'm allowed to have a shitty sentence or two

#like ??? not everything needs to feel perfect and professional #im allowed to be average lol #or less than average in some cases #writing reblog

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I’m so glad so many liked this so much.

I honestly didn’t think anyone would like it since it was just something random I wrote mid stress cry 😅

I definitely wanna do a part 2 of the relaxation at home cause I need a reality break 😮‍💨

Just a fic I wrote mid breakdown outside of work in my car 😅

Length: 5.8K

Tw: overworked, slight depression I guess? happy ending tho

You looked completely and utterly exhausted.

The dark bags beneath your weary eyes showed the hours of sleep you lost due to working yourself beyond your limits. The shadow of sleep loomed over your fragile mind that was being held together by the strings of caffeine you’d down every hour just to keep your numb body functioning with false energy. If anyone you knew so much as glimpsed at you they’d know you pushed yourself well past your limits as a human being.

Which is why you’d left your phone at home today, knowing good and well your hotheaded, firecracker of a boyfriend was blowing it up trying to get ahold of you. You’d been avoiding him the last week to focus on work. Your boss had just recently promoted you to a much higher position at work and you felt you needed to prove you were worth the promotion (as if being promoted wasn’t already proof of your skill). You knew the minute he so much as heard your voice, a voice he compared time and time again to the sound of the heavens, a voice that now sounded so void of life and happiness it hurt even your own heart, he would demand you take time off work and that was just not something you wanted to do. Not so soon after being given this opportunity.

So you left the device on your night stand, went about your morning routine and headed to work, ignoring the familiar tone that rung when he’d call and making your way out the door. Truthfully, you should have known this avoidance act wouldnt last long. He was the number 2 hero after all. He probably figured something was wrong the first day you ignored him. But he was busy being a pro, had no time to get to you and address the issue.

Not till today, that is. Because he stood at the entrance of your job, arms crossed over his chest and face painted with a mixture of worry and anger. You had hoped to whatever god dwell above that he would at least let you finish the day before forcing you to go home and rest. But the minute you reached the door he was currently blocking, he spoke up and his tone told you that hope was lost in the wind.

“If you think you’re doing anything but requesting the rest of the week off when you walk into this building, then you’d be sorely mistaken.” You wanted to object, wanted to tell him off and push past him like you know he’d let you do, but god you couldn’t even bring yourself to fight back. You were so low on sleep from all the extra shifts you’d picked up, so shaken from crash after crash after crash of caffeine everyday, so tired…

“Y/N.” This time his tone was soft, his eyes scanning over your face. His scowl softened as he took in every detail of your sleep deprived face. The bags, the slump of your shoulders, the way you looked so utterly defeated as you stood beneath his gaze. He wanted to do nothing more than scoop you up, take you home, and have you lay in his arms. He wanted to have you rest, to take care of you like you’d done him so many times over.

You’d always been there for him even throughout your days in school. Days he’d push past his own limits you’d force him down into his bed to rest against your side, running your hand through the silky strands of his hair, humming a song you’d heard as he drifted off to sleep. How you’d sit with him on his floor, patching him up after a tough training session with his friends, telling him he needed to pace himself or he would do more harm to himself than good. He wanted to be the best, if not himself for you, he needed to prove he could protect you, as if his skill and standing as one of the top students wasn’t enough.

God, you two were so similar yet so different. You matched his ambition, his stubbornness, his bluntness. Yet you were so much gentler, so much kinder, you weren’t rough and sharp like him. You were everything he wasn’t and he loved every bit of that. Every bit of you.

Which is why the person that stood before him, mirroring that same exhaustion he sported in school so often hurt him to see. It was his turn to be there for you.

“Y/N, I know you want to show them your worth the job, but that isn’t worth your health.” You looked toward the ground, tears threatening to fall.

“I know that. I just-“

“You are enough, you got that? If they can’t see that with the effort you put in as is, then they aren’t worth your time. But you shouldn’t push yourself for some extras who aren’t worth your time to begin with.” He retorted, his callused fingers lifting your chin up gently. “You’re doing more harm to yourself than good.”

You sniffled, a few tears escaping the dam your mind so desperately tried to keep together. You wanted to cry, but you couldn’t quite bring yourself to do it. You didn’t want to break, not completely, not until you were safe in his arms at home. “I know.” Your voice was coarse and quiet and so void of the sing song happiness it usually was. It broke his heart further and he had to try to fight every fiber of his being to not drag you home this minute.

“Then you’ll ask for the rest of the week off. It’s just two days, y/n. Alright?” You only nodded, thankful he wouldn’t make you miss today. You’d thank him for that later. “Good. You won’t stay late tonight either. If you aren’t home by 5:00, I’m coming to get your myself and I can’t promise I’ll be as nice as now.” He was a man of his word, you knew that more than anyone. So you simply agreed, nearly breaking as he gave you the softest kiss to the crown of your head before walking past you, yelling back that he’d see you at home. You stayed in place, collecting the pieces he so easily broke down from the mask you wore out, sporting your usual false smile and making your way inside.

You looked completely and utterly exhausted, but that was okay. You knew tonight was only one more night before you could finally rest. And that was enough to get your through the day.

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Just a fic I wrote mid breakdown outside of work in my car 😅

Length: 1.8K

Tw: overworked, slight depression I guess? happy ending tho

You looked completely and utterly exhausted.

The dark bags beneath your weary eyes showed the hours of sleep you lost due to working yourself beyond your limits. The shadow of sleep loomed over your fragile mind that was being held together by the strings of caffeine you’d down every hour just to keep your numb body functioning with false energy. If anyone you knew so much as glimpsed at you they’d know you pushed yourself well past your limits as a human being.

Which is why you’d left your phone at home today, knowing good and well your hotheaded, firecracker of a boyfriend was blowing it up trying to get ahold of you. You’d been avoiding him the last week to focus on work. Your boss had just recently promoted you to a much higher position at work and you felt you needed to prove you were worth the promotion (as if being promoted wasn’t already proof of your skill). You knew the minute he so much as heard your voice, a voice he compared time and time again to the sound of the heavens, a voice that now sounded so void of life and happiness it hurt even your own heart, he would demand you take time off work and that was just not something you wanted to do. Not so soon after being given this opportunity.

So you left the device on your night stand, went about your morning routine and headed to work, ignoring the familiar tone that rung when he’d call and making your way out the door. Truthfully, you should have known this avoidance act wouldnt last long. He was the number 2 hero after all. He probably figured something was wrong the first day you ignored him. But he was busy being a pro, had no time to get to you and address the issue.

Not till today, that is. Because he stood at the entrance of your job, arms crossed over his chest and face painted with a mixture of worry and anger. You had hoped to whatever god dwell above that he would at least let you finish the day before forcing you to go home and rest. But the minute you reached the door he was currently blocking, he spoke up and his tone told you that hope was lost in the wind.

“If you think you’re doing anything but requesting the rest of the week off when you walk into this building, then you’d be sorely mistaken.” You wanted to object, wanted to tell him off and push past him like you know he’d let you do, but god you couldn’t even bring yourself to fight back. You were so low on sleep from all the extra shifts you’d picked up, so shaken from crash after crash after crash of caffeine everyday, so tired…

“Y/N.” This time his tone was soft, his eyes scanning over your face. His scowl softened as he took in every detail of your sleep deprived face. The bags, the slump of your shoulders, the way you looked so utterly defeated as you stood beneath his gaze. He wanted to do nothing more than scoop you up, take you home, and have you lay in his arms. He wanted to have you rest, to take care of you like you’d done him so many times over.

You’d always been there for him even throughout your days in school. Days he’d push past his own limits you’d force him down into his bed to rest against your side, running your hand through the silky strands of his hair, humming a song you’d heard as he drifted off to sleep. How you’d sit with him on his floor, patching him up after a tough training session with his friends, telling him he needed to pace himself or he would do more harm to himself than good. He wanted to be the best, if not himself for you, he needed to prove he could protect you, as if his skill and standing as one of the top students wasn’t enough.

God, you two were so similar yet so different. You matched his ambition, his stubbornness, his bluntness. Yet you were so much gentler, so much kinder, you weren’t rough and sharp like him. You were everything he wasn’t and he loved every bit of that. Every bit of you.

Which is why the person that stood before him, mirroring that same exhaustion he sported in school so often hurt him to see. It was his turn to be there for you.

“Y/N, I know you want to show them your worth the job, but that isn’t worth your health.” You looked toward the ground, tears threatening to fall.

“I know that. I just-“

“You are enough, you got that? If they can’t see that with the effort you put in as is, then they aren’t worth your time. But you shouldn’t push yourself for some extras who aren’t worth your time to begin with.” He retorted, his callused fingers lifting your chin up gently. “You’re doing more harm to yourself than good.”

You sniffled, a few tears escaping the dam your mind so desperately tried to keep together. You wanted to cry, but you couldn’t quite bring yourself to do it. You didn’t want to break, not completely, not until you were safe in his arms at home. “I know.” Your voice was coarse and quiet and so void of the sing song happiness it usually was. It broke his heart further and he had to try to fight every fiber of his being to not drag you home this minute.

“Then you’ll ask for the rest of the week off. It’s just two days, y/n. Alright?” You only nodded, thankful he wouldn’t make you miss today. You’d thank him for that later. “Good. You won’t stay late tonight either. If you aren’t home by 5:00, I’m coming to get your myself and I can’t promise I’ll be as nice as now.” He was a man of his word, you knew that more than anyone. So you simply agreed, nearly breaking as he gave you the softest kiss to the crown of your head before walking past you, yelling back that he’d see you at home. You stayed in place, collecting the pieces he so easily broke down from the mask you wore out, sporting your usual false smile and making your way inside.

You looked completely and utterly exhausted, but that was okay. You knew tonight was only one more night before you could finally rest. And that was enough to get your through the day.

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Edit: here’s part 2!

#x reader #one shot #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugo #bnha #mha #bnha oneshots #bakugou katsuki x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader #bnha x reader #mha oneshot #mha x reader #bakugou x reader #katsuki x reader

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Psych Headcanon

A headcanon on what I think I’d be like if you were dating Shawn and hiding it from your Uncle Lassiter.

You had joined the force not to long ago, which made your uncle oh so very happy. What didn’t make him happy was how quickly you and Shawn Spencer got along. He was always flirting, always close, and Lassie hated it.

So when you two started dating, you insisted you and him keep it hush hush.

Which meant that you and Shawn had to hide in any nearby closet just to get alone time when he was at the precinct for a case. Gus always had you covered too, no matter how much he’d protest. Personally Gus only agreed cause you kept Shawn outta trouble.

You’d have to treat Shawn like some stranger when in front of your Uncle though, which was always a challenge with how funny you found Shawn. And Shawn never made it easy for you either, always TRYING to make you laugh.

‘Super Secret Dates’ being treated like spy movie missions at Shawn’s request and planning. You never argued anyway, you thought it was cute.

You always had to reassure your Uncle you disliked the ‘psychic’ just as much as he did. Though, as much as he hated to admit it, he knew you were lying to make him feel better.

You would have to convince the precinct to help keep you secret so Lassiter wouldn’t cause a scene for them or anyone else.

ESPECIALLY having to convince Buzz to keep quiet because of how easily he spilled secrets

Buzz found out by accident, having found you and Shawn on one of you ‘closet dates’, as Juliet called them. He was so happy for you two, but he agreed to keep quiet.

Theoretically, you two could keep up the ‘secret’ dating for what could be half a year if you played your cards right. But you’d have to tell Lassiter eventually, and sooner rather than later was better….just so he didn’t find out by someone spilling the secret on accident and literally blowing up on you both.

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Dating Dean Winchester Headcanons

Just a short little headcanon of what I think it’s like dating the best Winchester brother

Being deans s/o wouldn’t be easy, alright? Boy seems like the he’d love you to hell and back, and don’t get me wrong he would….but he also doesn’t do….feelings? Well? So sometimes trying to get him to emote with anything other than sarcasm and sass (outside of sleep time) can be a challenge. He is a ‘show you rather than tell you’ kinda man.

He’s ✨mentally spicy✨, okay? So patience is key. He’ll have his off days, he’ll be more quiet than usual. He’ll be standoffish, distant, cold even.

Dean Winchester is a man broken by time that never got the chance to be put back together properly. He just grabbed all the pieces he could and went about his day. So he has his moments where the bad just comes out and consumes his everything and that’s okay. You’ll be there for him when he comes back to you, and he knows that.

Dean can also super caring, especially after a long and rough case. So he does small things for you when he returned to let you know he still loves and appreciates everything you do for him. All the patience you have for him while he’s away and through all the long distance.

Some examples being cleaning your house for you on a rough day from work; buying you your favorite food or drink items for a surprise movie night; bringing you lunch to work when he has the time just so he can see you smile.

Night time tho, that’s a different story entirely. When you two are in bed, Dean becomes a much more clingy and loving person. He can’t sleep properly unless he has you wrapped around him. Legs intertangled, arms around one another, face either smothered into your chest or neck or hair. It can be on the couch, the bed, the floor if neither of you have the energy to move from the tackle you probably did when he came home after a hunt, whatever. Dean Winchester becomes to softest, cuddliest man alive when he’s tired, at night, home with you. Then and ONLY then is he a man that can be vulnerable and weak and small with you.

He absolutely shows you off to all his friends. Sam is sick of it, but he laughs and smiles at his brother who he knows deserves this. Castiel is nothing but happy to see Dean in a loving and healthy relationship for once in his life. He deserves it after all the hell he’s been through his whole life. Bobby won’t admit it but when he sees dean talk about you or worry about you or even just show pictures of you two on some trip you took, it brings him an unimaginable amount of joy to see him…a boy he treated as his own son, so happy and at peace with someone. Especially since dean never thought he’d ever get this.

He understands that he can never reveal all the details of his job to you, doesn’t wanna worry you or get you involved. He promised you one night in your sleep, that he’d beat his way through hell to end all this shit so he can finally just be home with you for the rest of his miserable existence. He vowed to stay alive just so he can keep you safe and give you the life you deserve. To have him by your side as your living husband, maybe even as a father to your children. (whether that biological, fur babies, or adopted) it’s a vow he will never reveal out loud to you.

Being with Dean Winchester is a challenge that is rewarding, hard, and worth all the shit because at the end of the day you both love each other more than anything you could think of in this world. Despite all the risks to your lives, the monsters that haunt you both, the demons and the war between heaven and hell, it is worth it because you will have each other’s backs through it all.

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Psych Headcanon

A headcanon on what I think I’d be like if you were dating Shawn and hiding it from your Uncle Lassiter.

You had joined the force not to long ago, which made your uncle oh so very happy. What didn’t make him happy was how quickly you and Shawn Spencer got along. He was always flirting, always close, and Lassie hated it.

So when you two started dating, you insisted you and him keep it hush hush.

Which meant that you and Shawn had to hide in any nearby closet just to get alone time when he was at the precinct for a case. Gus always had you covered too, no matter how much he’d protest. Personally Gus only agreed cause you kept Shawn outta trouble.

You’d have to treat Shawn like some stranger when in front of your Uncle though, which was always a challenge with how funny you found Shawn. And Shawn never made it easy for you either, always TRYING to make you laugh.

‘Super Secret Dates’ being treated like spy movie missions at Shawn’s request and planning. You never argued anyway, you thought it was cute.

You always had to reassure your Uncle you disliked the ‘psychic’ just as much as he did. Though, as much as he hated to admit it, he knew you were lying to make him feel better.

You would have to convince the precinct to help keep you secret so Lassiter wouldn’t cause a scene for them or anyone else.

ESPECIALLY having to convince Buzz to keep quiet because of how easily he spilled secrets

Buzz found out by accident, having found you and Shawn on one of you ‘closet dates’, as Juliet called them. He was so happy for you two, but he agreed to keep quiet.

Theoretically, you two could keep up the ‘secret’ dating for what could be half a year if you played your cards right. But you’d have to tell Lassiter eventually, and sooner rather than later was better….just so he didn’t find out by someone spilling the secret on accident and literally blowing up on you both.

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