my design prof suggested that we talk to "people who identify as men who menstruate"* and he made me want to gouge my intestines out right there and cry.
Like I can promise you, prof that a majority of trans+ people who menstruate are not into products that specifically focus on ~cycle syncing~. My source is that 1. I'm trans and I menstruate and 2. I have a ton of trans friends.
*he said it in a way worse manner that I can't really repeat because it makes me feel sooo bad. And it just added to my general dislike of him, and my client, and whatever the hell I have to brand now
honestly should get finn’s hips screened again so that he gets an official diagnosis in the uk & we can look at pain relief prescription options but i can’t afford it right now, not until end of may at least
Summary: When a creep is following you, what else are you expected to do other than to grab a hero's hand and plead for help? Who knows, you might just get coffee from it.
WARNINGS!: None :)
Category: Fluff
Word Count: 2.9k
A/N: Found a prompt list, forgot all other responsibilities and cracked down on this cliche ass shit
Just To Clarify:
It’s very early in the morning
Streets are practically void of people
The reader is an office worker
Deku is just a sidekick, and reader doesn’t know about him
“I’ll buy you coffee if you hold my hand for five minutes.!”
You pleadingly whisper to the hero clad in a green and black suit, grabbing his gloved hand and trying to control the shaking of your body as you pressed close to him.
You didn’t want this to happen, you didn’t think you’d ever have to reach out to a hero of people for help, but at the moment, you didn’t have much of a choice.
It was a hard concept to grasp, that crime would show itself on the streets so early in the morning. Dawn was just breaking the sky, orange and purple rays of light shone down on the buildings, encasing them in a fire-like glow.
You noticed him following you for a while, but you put it off, figuring he just so happened to be going in the same direction as you.
Of course, when you noticed him getting closer, taking the same unconventional turns as you, you put him to a test, walking faster and taking routes that differentiate from your usual ones.
He still followed you.
He matched your pace, coming closer and closer to your much smaller frame.
He was a big, burly man, and ironically enough, he was clad in a dusty trench coat and fedora.
It was unclear if he was trying to stand out by looking shady or match the setting of a 1950’s murder mystery.
Either way, it was unsettling, and it was obvious he was trying to get to you for some unknown reason.
So the moment you spotted the hero, you immediately power walked over to him, heels clicking loudly on the pavement, trying to hide the shaking of your knees.
You had to look confident, had to act like you knew just who you were walking up to despite never seeing the hero before.
You couldn’t just scream out for help, especially since the man following you hadn’t really done anything other than give you the scare of a lifetime. Not exactly enough to scream.
All that truly mattered was that if worse came to worse, surely he, a fellow burly man, could potentially protect you.
Who were you kidding, he could! That’s what heroes did, right?
Protect innocent civilians?
It was unnerving how the man followed behind you still, despite you clearly making your way to an authority figure.
“H-Hey!” You called out, a fearful smile on your face, “Funny seeing you here, huh?”
And that’s when you whispered those words to him, locking your fingers with his own, absentmindedly taking notice of how soft his gloves were, and how large his hand was.
Deku, the hero you just attached yourself to, already knew something was up the minute you called out to him.
It was obvious you were trying to get the hell away from that creepy-ass dude following you. The man even had the gall to try and grasp your arm at the last second but stopped once he made eye contact with the hero’s cold, glaring eyes.
It would scare anyone if they saw that, especially in this day-and-age where there still was no symbol of peace just yet, and crime was still on the rise.
He was working hard to lower that crime rate, but it would obviously take many years, same as it had been with Allmight. He was only a sidekick at the moment, after all.
So, without delay, he happily squeezed your hand, pulling you towards his large frame and smothering you in a protective hug.
“It is funny, but I’m so glad you ran into me! I missed you~!” He sang out, staring down into your wide (E/C) eyes.
Oh, thank god! He was actually going to help you!
Reporters on the news always said to pretend someone was a significant other of yours to fool any potential snatchers. You were always better off with two people than just one!
With a smile of relief, you both headed off in a different direction.
A peek over your shoulder showed the figure still standing there, staring at you with blue eyes filled with malice.
It sent a shiver down your spine.
“It’s okay, I won’t let him touch you.” you looked up at the kind hero, heart warming at his gentle yet determined gaze.
“Ah.. thank you so much! He’s been following me for the past half hour. I don’t know why..” you relented, head tilting down to stare at your feet as you walked hand in hand with him.
It wasn’t that hard to tell he was trying to get you or something, you were previously alone, after all. The streets were empty. You were the perfect prey. He looked like one of those villains that stole women when they had the chance, dragging their unconscious bodies to a rusty van just for them to be sold on the black market.
The hero would know, because, funnily enough, that was his current mission. He was out on the streets so early looking for a perp just like that. He had been for the past week now.
In fact, he already sent his location to the agency with the click of a special button on his utility belt.
He didn’t expect one of them to actually be chasing a woman, he just thought he’d see one conveniently out in front of a van or something. Life really was full of surprises.
It was certainly a good thing he was there when he was, or else…
He didn’t want to think about what would’ve happened to you.
“You won’t have to worry about him anymore.” He promised, beginning to swing your hand between the two of you, a distraction of sorts and a form of comfort.
You were clearly shaken up, legs and shoulders still trembling as your free arm held itself comfortingly to your chest.
A quick look at your attire led him to believe you were an office worker of sorts, black pumps, pencil skirt, button-up shirt, and a black suit jacket.
Those shoes certainly made your leg trembles more apparently, and it hurt his heart to see someone so frightened. It always had. That familiar need to cheer someone up swelled in his chest,
“How about we get that coffee now? I’ll pay! It seems like you could use a second to catch your breath.”
Wha?! Your eyebrows rose in disbelief as you looked at him from the corner of your eye, how did he know?
Geeze, you need to start giving heroes more credit it seems.
They’re practically trained to be perceptive, you just hadn’t expected this one to see through you so easily!
You were exhausted, you’ve been walking for far too long in these damned heels, and that fear pumping through your veins wasn’t helping either.
How embarrassing..
With a stuttered inhale, you straightened your back, “I’ll be paying, if you don’t mind. You did help me, after all.”
“But that’s my job~” He teased, smirking down at your now flustered self.
“Well! It’s my job to pay back my hero!” You declared, pouting as you glared up into his green eyes shimmering with amusement.
“Alright, alright. Just this once, then.” He agreed, holding the door open to a cafe.
You had no idea how you had gotten here so fast.
Nor did you have really any idea where you were.
It seems the mysterious man had distracted you too much for you to really pay attention.
Which, in hindsight, was a relatively good thing. It definitely took your mind off of what happened only a few minutes ago.
Walking in, you were immediately hit with the pleasant smell of caramel, coffee, and the aroma of freshly baked pastries.
It was a tiny little rustic shop, polished dark wood surfaces taking up the majority of the space.
Not that you minded, it all fits so perfectly well with the cream walls chandeliers hanging down.
It screamed comfort, and you couldn’t help but wonder if their coffee tasted as good as this place looked.
You immediately walked to the front counter, delightfully ringing the small golden bell that sat on top of the display case.
The unnamed hero watched from behind, smiling at how your shoulders relaxed, your body suddenly not as tense as it was before.
This shop was a personal favorite of his, he’d often come here for breakfast or before a late-night shift. It wasn’t too far from his agency, so it was perfect. That, and he really enjoyed the food and quality of coffee beans here. Though it was small, it was certainly one of the more luxurious shops he’s been to. That’s not to say it was expensive, though, it was all amazingly affordable. A godsend to his practically broke ass.
He had no idea that apartments in the city were so much money, and they were eating at each and every side-kick paycheck he’d get.
A little old lady wobbled out from what seemed to be a break room, used floorboards creaking under her every step. “Hello, hello! Welcome Sugar n’ Spice Cafe~ How may I help y- Oh! Well if it isn’t Mister Broccoli head!” The woman gushed, enthusiastically waving at the man behind you.
Looking back, you could see he was already frantically shaking his hands, sweat dotting at his forehead. The moment he noticed you looking back at him, he shoved his hands behind himself, almost dying on the spot as he noticed you trying to hold back giggles.
“M-Mrs. Suzuki! Hi!” A nervous smile forced itself onto his freckled face, cheeks dusting a pretty pink.
Aw, he was trying to act suave, as if a little old lady didn’t just call him a vegetable.
How cute.
It was hard not to laugh at that.
His fluffy green hair did indeed resemble broccoli, perhaps that had been his nickname here for a while, leading you to the obvious conclusion that he’s been here multiple times before.
Still, it was funny that a hero, someone who is the personification of strength and power, was called a veggie.
“U-uhm,” He stuttered, gloved hand scratching at the back of his head as he avoided eye contact, “Could I get my usual?”
“Of course dear. And how about you? What can I get for you, sweet cheeks?”
You jumped as you were suddenly thrown into the conversation, previously absorbed by how cute the hero looked at the moment. “D-do you have (f/d)?” You shyly asked, shifting from one foot to the other. You hadn’t had a chance to really look at the menu, so you hoped they had it and you didn’t just embarrass yourself.
“Of course!” She beamed at you as her tiny fingers began typing on the computer screen.
“That’ll be a thousand yen, darling.”
After swiftly paying for your drinks, your hand once again was seized by a much larger one as you were led to a small booth in the back, the walls providing a sort of comfort as you sat in the corner. You could clearly see the entire shop from where you sat, and you know for a fact no one could potentially sneak up on you like this. Did he know it as well, and that’s why he had you sit there? It certainly put you at ease.
He sat across from you, shifting for a second as he made sure his flowy white cape didn't fall into the other booth.
It was a wonder how he even fit in this booth, seeing as he had large leg braces on. Muscle memory, maybe?
You sat in silence for a moment, still taking in the cafe and all the decor lining the walls and shelves.
“I’m Deku, by the way-” ‘Deku’ sputtered suddenly, hands resting on the table as he fiddled with his fingers. A nervous habit?
All around, he seemed like a nervous and sweet guy - despite you only knowing him for no less than ten minutes.
“I’m (Y/N). And, thank you, Deku, once again, for saving me. I know it must’ve been weird for you to suddenly be latched onto so early in the morning..” You laughed, fingers tapping on the smooth table as you couldn’t help but stare at his gloves.
They were so cool! You wondered what all those weird things on the knuckles were, and what purpose they served.
Heroes always had such interesting gadgets on them to help aid with something, you’d be lying if you said you weren’t interested in hero support tools. The thought and creativity that goes into them were outstanding.
“Don’t mention it! I’m just happy I was there when I was.” All this man seemed to do was smile, and it was honestly a relief to know you hadn’t really bothered him.
“Order up!” Mrs. Suzuki called to both of you. Just as you were about to get up, Deku flung himself from his seat, knees knocking loudly on the table as he did so.
“Sorry!” He called back to you as he rushed to get your drinks.
It was.. Kind of endearing, seeing him flounder around a bit, it really opened your eyes a bit. It made you realize that even if they were heroes, they weren’t perfect, and they were just as normal as you were. It was hard to see that difference in today’s society. Heroes were always held on a pedestal, ones that they graciously accepted and thrived off of.
But he certainly seemed different.
You were probably dragging him away from his work, now that you realized it, and yet he continued to stay here with you, calming you down with just his presence alone.
It didn’t even matter that he was capable of beating the shit out of that guy from before, it just mattered that he was a kind gentleman hoping to help a lady in distress.
It didn’t seem like he was looking for praise, money, any of that, he just... He genuinely wanted to help you.
You smiled to yourself. The world was corrupt, but maybe he could help with that. Be an example to others, especially to aspiring heroes already in the making.
It was his job, as he mentioned before, but he showered you in unnecessary kindness.
What a hero.
You’d certainly make sure to condemn the name ‘Deku’ to memory.
Maybe even do research once you get home from your office job.
You had an hour before it started, and you didn’t really have any clue where you were since you didn’t pay attention.
You’d have to suck up what little pride you had left and asked the man where the fuck you were.
Just then, a cup was delicately placed down in front of you, paired with shuffling as he squeezed into the opposite seat.
“Thank you for paying! I hope I can repay you someday.” He added cheerfully whilst sipping at his hot beverage, before almost choking once he realized what he said.
Your cheeks heated up at the proposition, you’d be able to meet him again?!
Ah, but,
“Didn’t we just meet, Mr. Deku? I’m practically a stranger, and you’re already proposing a date.”
You teased, similar to what he had done to you earlier as you stared at him through your lashes.
He found himself gulping quite loudly, much to his dismay, cheeks flaring up as he felt like a mouse under your alluring gaze.
“W-well, uhm, m-maybe we can.. Get to know each other for a bit? I mean! If you’re not busy, of course! I-I know this is really random! I’m sorry if I’m freaking you out! I’m not really used to all of this, it seems like a date already even though I know it’s not. I assume things too much, I’m so sorry! I’m just someone who helped you and you wanted to repay the favor- thank you again by the way! I guess you could say I’m attracted to you a bit?! Y-you’re really cute! And I! I want to get to know you more! If I’m making you uncomfortable, tell me, and I’ll just-”
You reached over, placing your much smaller hand over his own, successfully cutting off his adorable rambling.
“It is a bit strange, but I don’t mind it. I’d like to get to know my savior a bit more, too.”
His lips turn into a wobbly smile, blush darkening at the contact, despite the two of you holding hands not long ago.
“But yeah! Let’s get to know each other a bit.”
And so, after a half-hour of chatting and laughter, you were shown to the nearest train station, given his number, and a promise to meet again soon.
In the back of your mind, you wondered what had happened to that creep, but later in the day, you’d find out, thanks to local news reporters, that he was captured and arrested not long after you left the scene.
Oh yeah.
You sure were happy you woke up extra early that morning, even if it was originally to head into the office to complete some work leftover from the day before, but you weren’t too excited to spend overtime on it now that you lost the chance.
But you wouldn’t trade that time for the world, because your luck just hit an all-time high, seeing as you just potentially snagged the world’s greatest bachelor.
THEY TAKING MY WIFE FROM ME THEYR ETAKING HER (i have been dead for over a year) THEYRE TAKING HER SHES WITH ANOTHER MAN!!!! AND IT ISNT OUR SHARED BOYTOY!!!!!!!!!! (he also has a girlfriend now)
Unqualified men with podcasts love repeating the phrase “ADHD is just a coping mechanism/trauma response”
And while I do NOT think that’s true I am someone who has complex ptsd and is likely adhd and like… so what?
Even if a person presents with ADHD symptoms only bc of trauma… they should still receive treatment???? They still need access to literature and therapy and accommodations! They should still have a good relationship with a provider and/or pharmacist and try a few different treatment options to find out what works well for them. And what works could be a stimulant or SNRI bc guess what?? It doesn’t matter what’s *causing * the symptoms; the symptoms must be treated!
I’m just so sick of conservatives using thought stopping cliches (a literal cult/high control group tactic) to demonize mental health treatments
Just remember, trying to convince everyone to stop taking their stimulants and SNRI’s was a pop culture conversation long before Kennedy was given power. And mental health advocates and professionals have been speaking out and warning against such thought stopping cliches for just as long
