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theloveinc · 1 year

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Bro but fr tho. You and short king bakugou could be sound asleep in bed and you’ve always babyed your son more than everyone cause out of your 7-8 kids he’s your only son so when he comes sneaking in there early in the mornings to come bother y’all you aren’t phased by it but bakugou is already glaring at him. Your son is always up to no good cause he’s literally a spit image of bakugou- literally you tell people he didn’t come out of you he just fell out of bakugous ass cause he acts just like him.

“Son don’t start no shit now, it’s 8 in the morning” bakugou would growl at him and glare knowing what that smile mean on his sons face and you whip around to face bakugou like-

“Bakugou katsuki DONT talk to my baby like that he ain’t done nothing wrong. What you need baby. You hungry? I can make you some breakfast” AND UOUR BAD ASS SON WILL PULL THAY LITTLE PUPPY DOG EYES AND BE LIKE “uh huh” acting like he ain’t almost about to go off to college and can’t do nothing without his mama JUST TO MAKE HIS DADDY ANGRY. Your son has always stole your attention away from bakugou, it’s like a little fight between them two cause they are both so damn clingy.

And on that last post about them having a few kids that aren’t their own IS EXACTLY WHAY I WAS THINKING. They already have a house full it ain’t gonna hurt to have a few more. They’ve definitely fostered a few of their friends kids or just taken care of them. They usually have 3-4 extra kids in their house which is insane because I’m the beginning of y’all’s relationship you two didn’t want kids. Like a t a l l. Bakugou was too busy with hero work and was a bit nervous he would treat his kids the way his parents treated him and he still didn’t have as much control on his anger as he does now BUT LOOK AT YALL NOW.

going out in public is crazy fr. Bakugou has to still be in a huge stuffy uncomfortable clothes so he can hide from paparazzi and his kids think it’s so funny. He also has to keep his triplets on those kids leashes cause if not they will literally fuck shit up. One has a biting problem, another like to grab and put everything in her fucking month, and another trust strangers too much and will go home with anyone because she’s too damn friendly.

The eldest which are the twins have to push a extra cart cause they have to buy so much food and they are always sneaking shit in their cart without their dad knowing cause they know he CAN NOT say not to the AT ALL. They’re his little babies no matter what anyone says. They’re his first borns, his little princesses ❤️. He’s never been good at saying no to any of them and truly meaning no but with them- it’s a wrap. They will be sneaking all types of shit- SHIT THEY DONT EVEN EAT. Like??? Y’all’s son is literally side by side with your husband both pushing the cart which looks so awkward because your son is so fucking tall and more chunky than his dad while bakugou is short and a little more lean and has a bit of a chub now to him from just getting older. Literally shoulder to shoulder ass to ass and it’s just normal. Bakugou and him keep bickering about one of them stepping on the others shoe or bumping into each other. Y’all middle girl is LITERALY the only sane one. She is the only kid that takes after you. She’s level headed, keeps up with everything, is extremely smart (both sassy and educational wise) and keeps everything in check when you’re not around. She’s very quiet compared to her dad and sibling. Even when she as a little baby she was just real quiet which theres nothing wrong with that but of course YALL kids will try to push her buttons but quickly realize how much she is like their mama.

Getting into the car is literally a fight cause everyone wants to sit by the windows and the eldest want to sit up front and your twins want to drive cause they got their drivers licenses (they’re horrible drivers by the way. Y’all’s daughter are a bit ditzy and can never pay attention to the road and are always trying to get on their phones while driving) and the son wants to drive cause he is about to get his licenses, the triplets don’t want to be in the car seat, and the middle child doesn’t want to get stuck in between her brother again because he’s so “fat” he takes up too much space in the back. It’s a whole thing that makes bakugou wish he kept his word and stopped raw dogging it when he was young cAUSE WHY ARE HIS KIDS LOTERALLY JUST LIKE HIM?? WHY COUKDNT THEY TAKE AFTE THEIR MAMA? she’s so beautiful and smart and patient and all the kids just act so loud and sassy like him. He should have listened to everyone when they said he needs to start wearing condoms nd just because y’all are married DOESNT mean you two have to nor need to stop wearing protection. DAMN- he thought it was funny y’all kept popping out kIDS BUT ITS NOT FUNNY ANYMORE-

this is KILLLLLLING ME, LMFOAOOOOO, the detail here is just 😭😭😭 and the last line too. WHY DID HE EVER THINK IT WAS FUNNY ASDFKJAHDFK but here you all are, ig!!!

it's so backward in your household, too, i know, cuz all your kids are gremlins basically but specifically only to YOU GUYS. when it comes to anything like school, sports, hero stuff, etc. they're at the top of their class, just like bakugo was. it's like... the only thing he doesn't have to worry about, cuz despite the bad behavior, at least he knows they're successful when and where it matters. even the ditzy two (noooo), they're smart so they just don't have to try.

(you guys at the parent teacher conference, nervous that you're gonna be told all about the ruckus your kids make... only to be told they're great, nice students and always on task. middle girl esp<333

you and bakugo looking at each other surprised: 🤔🤨)

it's really just a shame you had a set of twins because they def fight over about who's better in school + who has the better marks. it's gonna be even more intense when the triplets get older and start fighting about it too, cuz three bakugos in one class is even more of a crowd, but that's a whole nother story. aside from all the playground fighting they do w/ their rude classmates

anyway LOL @ your son trying to get all your attention in the morning. either by wanting breakfast (which no, he doesn't want dad's cooking, dad always cooks) or by getting into bed with you so he can cuddle with you guys, right in the middle😭

truly, it's nice for about 5 minutes, after bakugo and son's fighting stops and they agree to get along to make you happy... but it gets wild again really quickly when another kid finds out you're in there and wants to get in, too.... then before you know it all your kids are trying to squeeze in you also.

no, bakugo didn't buy an extra large mattress to make room for everyone😳... but by darn he's glad to have it in these situations sajldfhajksd.

and YEAHHHH shopping is such a hassel. he really tries to do it by himself, but... again, if one kid is going, they're ALL going. he can't even keep up with what's put in the cart, and that's saying A LOT cuz otherwise he's so on top of things. he asks one daughter what she wants for dinner one night, and by the time that's figured out, two whole other meals are assembled in the cart.

And there's your son is trying to act all big about it, too, coming up to dad saying that his sister isn't even gonna eat the rainbow pastry she picked out... and bakugo is just 🤦🏼‍♂️ cuz one second this boy is acting too grown to talk to him and arguing abt the toe steps, then the next he wants to be like him and snitch (even tho he probs wants the pastry too).

the day bakugo finally buys a 2 seater car just for him and you, he's honestly glad he's finally got an excuse to go places by himself (even if someone does end up sneaking into the trunk at some point and interrupts a date).

sorry i couldn't get to all the little details anon, but i'm loving this family u developed sm!!! hopefully my other short king deaf dad (so many LOL)!anon likes the additions too!

thank u so much for sending hehehe❤️ even tho i'm not babysitting for u

#bakugo #dad bakugo #don't text and drive yall PLEASEEEEE #or call anyone fat :(((#kjdfjakhdfjka tho this au #the parties u have must be insane #good thing bakugo is RICH #there's so much i wanna say too but i needa go to bed LOL #but ty again #caitie things #anon thoughts #kids tw #long post

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mallleus · 2 years

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Ages, other features, etc. I headcanon the brothers have

Lucifer- Early 40s, late 30s with heavy eyebags and stress wrinkles. Several battle scars and covers them up with the millions of layers he wears. ( some scars aren’t from the war, some are from sparring with Michael).

Mammon- In his 30s but since he takes care of himself so looks early 20s. Him and Asmo both have a collection of fake piercings because they’re both models.

Levi- Mid to late 20s and extremely pale. Go outside! After cosplaying and wearing a full face of makeup, he sometimes misses spots of makeup (depending on his mood) tell him he missed it. Just prepare for the aftermath.

Satan- Mid 20s but since he stays up late/pulls all nighters to finish books he almost always has eyebags, not to mention scars he has from fights he had through the years. You would think the scars on his right hand are knife slashes but no, they’re aggressive cat scratches.

Asmo- Early 20s and looks like it, so pretty and flawless you wish you were him. Has a bunch of fake piercings only because he’s a model, would totally get real ones if he weren’t a model. Sometimes draws a beauty mark either on the bottom of his lip or under his right eye.

Beel- Mid to late teens, from my experience growing adolescences act like they haven’t eaten in centuries. He had a piercing but he accidentally ate it and it tore his lip up, luckily Lucifer was there and knew healing magic. The only difficult thing was the piercing coming out. He has a couple of scars but it’s from breaking up his brothers fights.

Belphie- Also mid to late teens, a traumatized teen would definitely kill if given the chance. But fr, growing adolescences also sleep a lot, I did 😓 He has random bruises everywhere because when he’s half asleep and wandering around the house, he bumps into everything. Also right after a nap he has those random pillow/blanket markings on him constantly AND bed hair more often than not.

I know they’re supposed to be adults and stuff but this is just a headcanon and doesn’t actually affect the game and is ultimately just for fun.

#Obey me #obey me headcanons #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me levi #obey me satan #obey me asmo #obey me beel #obey me belphie #obey me spoilers #obey me shall we date

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biggirllifestyle · 3 years

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Captain America vs. The League of (evil) Exes.

Summary: Steve meets your exes and questions his own relationship with you.

Pairings: Steve Rogers x OFC

Words: 6k

Warnings: Body gore at some chapters, somebody cusses I think, not beta read.

A/N: It’s been a while, school is a mess and I’m finally getting some motivation.

Steve Roger’s has faced many things in his long-lasting life, whether it had been back in the forties fighting every single illness known to man or fighting in back alleys taking hits from men three times his size, or when he became Captain America and led armies though warfighting against nazi and hydra members alike, to the day that he went under the ice and had been in a coma for almost seventy years.

When he was “saved” or as Tony like to put it “fished out” from the water and was thrown into the modern-day era where everything was a complete three-sixty from the time he had come from, he had the small hopeful thought that just maybe he would have had the fighting chance of having a peaceful life.

Of course, he was wrong.

Fighting space alien armies, meeting gods, fighting an army of robots, and then finding out that his best friend who he believed was very much dead (after he saw him fall off a train ), then helping that same best friend hide from the law after he was framed in bombing a diplomatic conference. This lead to him having issues with his newfound family and losing his new best friend and then his old best friend, having to run from the law leading to fighting another alien army lead by a purple creature, losing to that purple creature causing half of the population of the world to turn to dust, finding out time travel was real (because of course, it was) seeing Peggy again after so long, fighting that purple man again winning that battle and bringing everybody who was dusted back from the “dead”, and now it leads to the present.

He didn't think going back in time and settling into a peaceful life was what he needed after he worked really hard to make a living in this life, so he didn’t take the opportunity.

But after all of that, everything that Steve had gone through could not have gotten him ready for this, having to see you interact with one of your exes after bumping into them as you were both walking home from a date. The date had been splendid, a nice little sushi place that Bucky had suggested to him after he had called him in a panic because he had no idea where else he could take you without sounding like an old geezer for not knowing what was ‘hip’ in this modern age. He could say that Bucky had gotten a kick in calling Steve every derogatory name to compare him to an old man until Steve had reminded Bucky that he was two years older than Steve and he was also much the old man he claimed Steve to be.

That had shut him up real quick as he called Steve a punk and told him where it was that he could take you for dinner. Steve had been grateful and as an apology for helping him out he had told him that he would babysit Alpine anytime he wanted to go out. Bucky of course agreed.

Everything was going well, the food was great, the conversation had flowed so naturally between you both and the evening had gotten fresh enough that you both had decided for a walk in the park before he walked you home. Then Steve had heard someone call your name, then again a little louder, you turned to see who it was as you exclaimed loudly when you noticed them.

“Johnny?!”

“Toad! I knew it was you, the moment I saw that ugly cardigan I just knew it had to be you.”

Steve took a step forward ready to knock this guy for criticizing your attire, but instead of hearing your enraged voice, he heard you let out a loud laugh. Steve turned to you confused at your reaction before you turned to him and gave him a calming smile.

“Steve this is Johnny Storm, I interned for his sister Sussan and her husband Dr. Richards and that was how we met.”

Johnny let out a deep laugh at your words, “Now now toad don’t tell me you forgot about our deep-rooted connection created from the cosmos.”

Steve felt himself scowling as Johnny sent him a wink, “We dated for quite some time before she had tragically broken up with me leaving me heartbroken and with a broken coffee maker.”

“I broke up with you because you hooked up with that waitress from our trip to Colorado and with the flight attendant from our trip back.” You stated, Johnny seemed flustered before he perked up again as he began to automatically tell you about his niece. Steve felt himself become uncomfortable as your conversation with your ex continued he could see how you and Johnny’s chemistry had come from snarky comments and layered down insults, just as he was about to spiral he felt the warm pressure of your hand entwined with his.

“It was good seeing you hothead, but you kind of interrupted my date with Steve so I’m gonna have to ask you to leave us alone.” You said to Johnny, Steve expected him to get offended but instead, Johnny began to laugh.

“Of course toad anything for you,” he turned to Steve, sticking out a hand for him to shake, “it was nice meeting America’s poster boy in the flesh.”

Steve felt his hand grow hot as Johnny addressed him again, “Take care of the toad for me Cap, wouldn’t want there to be unnecessary burning now would we.”

Steve didn’t want to back down as he felt his hand begin to burn so he held on tight, squeezing Johnny’s hand much harder than what was necessary. Your arm came between his and Johnny’s as you let out a huff, “Knock it off hothead, leave my boyfriend alone why don’t you.”

Johnny let out another deep laugh as he gave you a last lingering look and Steve a fleeting glance as he bided you a goodbye. You let out a huff reaching for his hand checking to see if there were any major injuries from when Johnny was trying to burn off his flesh, when you found none you brought it up to your lips giving him a small peck making Steve’s breath hitch as you led them away from the park.

“Sorry about this abrupt meeting, I didn’t expect to run into him like that. It's been some time since I last saw him.” You turned your head to look at Steve trying to gouge his reaction, "I hope you didn’t mind that small little hiccup on our date.”

Steve smiled at you trying to show you that he wasn't bothered, “Of course not I didn’t mind at all.”

Steve turned back to lead the way back to your apartment, he did mind and he could confirm that he hated Johnny Storm.

Weeks passed after that fateful afternoon when you had all encountered Johnny at the park, no other incident had ensued after that day and Steve had put it at the back of his mind where it would be lost and all knowledge of you and Johnny Storm was put into a box where it would be long forgotten. Of course, he had raged to Bucky who had been extremely quiet through the ordeal as he helped change the sandbags every time Steve had burst them from a single heated punch.

Everything seemed to go back to normal until Eddie Brock happened.

Tony had just released a new line of innovative reusable energy that could be beneficial in providing safe and clean energy to power the whole state of New York, and that of course had caused an uproar. Reporters and News coverage from around the world were scrambling to get a piece of footage of Tony’s invention, but with the way, Tony’s ego was, only a select few were allowed the privilege to learn firsthand how it works.

Which is how Steve got to meet Eddie Brock. There was nothing wrong with the reporter; he seemed like a decent guy when Steve first got a whiff of him after he had finished the first set of the interview, but there was just something about this guy that seemed pretty unhinged. Which was why when he saw you interacting with the guy a series of warning bells went off in his head. Steve took measured steps towards you where it wouldn't be noticeable that he was rushing but would get him to you as fast as he could. As he moved closer he could hear your laugh coming out in short bursts which showed how much you were enjoying the conversation so, just as much as how Brock was watching you with an indescribable expression that made Steve antsy as he got closer to you two.

“-nd he had taken the opportunity to just throw this guy into a freaking cake just for the kick of it.”

Your laugh came back again this time more of a grimace since your stomach started hurting from the hard fits of laughter, as you slapped your hands against his chest to make him stop, Steve came to stand next to you as you regained your composure glancing at him from the side a small grin seemed to be permanently fixed on your face.

“Steve! I’m glad you’re here. I'd like you to meet Eddie Brock,” You gave a slight pause as you grabbed his hand, Steve was grateful but he didn't like the way Eddie looked at your entwined hands, “We were in the same communication and writing courses in college.”

Eddie laughed again and Steve couldn’t help the uneasy feeling that he was missing the joke entirely. Eddie didn’t say much at that he spent most of the time listening to you ramble on about Tony’s invention and how beneficial it would be for the low-income families whose power goes out during extreme weather and other such disasters. Steve was wary though. He didn’t know if it was because he was being paranoid or if there was just something that ticked him off from Eddie's demeanor, he swore he could hear Eddie talking to himself every once in a while and that made Steve weary thinking that something was really wrong with this guy.

The conversation continued, you answering any question in regards to Tony’s invention and Eddie fitting in flirty expressions that made you laugh and at some point blush. Steve’s mood had continued to worsen as the interview continued; he didn't know who was to blame for putting you as the person to interview when Tony was the person in charge. Steve knew it was irrelevant but he was already thinking of different ways to get back at Tony for causing this situation.

“Now I think I have everything I need for the article, thank Mr. Stark for me, why don’t you, precious,” Eddie said as he put away his notepad, taking your hand and bringing it up to his lips. “We should get together at some point. I'm pretty sure I have a huge individual who would have loved to see you today.”

Steve caught the wink Eddie had sent your way as a smirk graced his lips, he turned to Steve putting out his hand out, he was tempted to leave Eddie hanging but he knew that would upset you so he reached forward and clasped Eddie's hand in his. To say that Steve was shocked at the way Eddie had squeezed as soon as Steve had entwined the hands, in fact, he had expected it but what he did not expect was the strong grip that Eddie had and how much Steve was trying really hard to not let it show how disturbed he was considering how Eddie looked like he was about to fall over just by a little wind.

“Well it was nice seeing you again precious, let’s me up some time so you can see the big guy again,” Eddie said as he released Steve’s hand, “trust me he’s dying to see you again won’t leave me alone at all.”

You gave him a little laugh as you confirmed with him that you’ll see what you could do before waving Eddie off. You grabbed at Steve’s hand the same one that had been burned by Johnny all those weeks ago and brought it up to your lips as an apology.

“Eddie and I used to date back in the day,” You said to him as you walked back to the direction of the elevator, “We dated for quite some time actually, I was there for him when he was going through some personal issues and I was there when he met Annie.”

Steve nodded along trying to connect how you could have gone from Johnny to Eddie or vice versa, they were clearly two different types of people, “What happened between you two?”

You were quiet for a bit after directing FRIDAY to take you to the common room, “He fell in love with Annie and they began to date soon after he broke up with me, Venom wasn't happy after it happened he used to fight Eddie and at some point, he even tried to kill him.”

Steve nodded along before what you said clicked, “Wait what? Whose Venom?”

You gave Steve a funny look as you both walked out into the common room where Bucky was watching a reality show on TV, “Steve you’ve worked many times with Venom before I am pretty sure you know who Venom is.”

Bucky perked up from the couch as soon as he heard your conversation, “Are you talking about that alien thing that eats like a shit ton of chocolate, I didn’t know he was here.”

“Wait, What?”

You placed your hand on Steve's shoulder, “Stevie, Eddie is Venom’s host the aline slime that you guys work with most of the time that’s Venom he’s a symbiote that attached himself to Eddie to survive, but up to now they’re basically a married couple by how they act.”

“Oh,” Steve said as he sat next to Bucky, “That’s cool.”

Steve was so not cool with this.

Steve knew that he was putting a little bit of force when it came to his punches after seeing Sam wince for the fifth time since they started their training, but he just couldn’t get your exes out of his head. There was just something about both of them that bothered Steve so much, or maybe it was just the fact that he was trying so hard not to compare himself with the other men.

“What’s going on with you Cap, If I didn’t know better I’d think you and I had some unfinished business,” Sam said as he dodged another one of Steve’s punches, which he had retaliated with one of his own that knocked some sense into Steve.

“Sorry Sam, just a lot going on recently and I just took it out on you.”

“Trouble in Paradise?” Sam asked, taking a sip from his water bottle at that moment they heard the door to the practice room open as Sharon walked in ready for her own session with Sam.

“Not exactly,” Steve said as he rubbed at his neck, Sharon came to stand next to Sam and Steve let out a huff, “It’s just that I recently met two of her exes and well now I am just thinking about her relationship with them and what was the reason for their breakup.”

Sam huffed out a laugh ready to tell Steve how ridiculous he sounded when Sharon piped up, “I can tell you why we broke up if you want.”

Steve stared at Sharon flabbergasted by her apparent confession.

“You dated my girlfriend.”

“Yeah, it was so long ago it was around the time she started working with Tony in the labs.”

Sharon shrugged as if it was a no big deal statement when in fact Steve was still trying to process the fact that you and he had basically dated the same person, the only difference was that Steve was the only person who was in the dark about it.

“You dated my girlfriend, you and I have dated the same person and I am just finding out about this.”

Sharon rolled her eyes at him as she began to take Sam's gloves, “Rogers get with the program, yes I dated your girlfriend and yes it was a wonderful time for us, now if you want an answer you better beat me.”

Twenty minutes later and a few new bruises that Steve will have to sleep around, they were now sitting on the sidelines watching Sam throwing the shield around, Steve knew that he would be stepping back as Captain America but he was confident that Sam was the only person who Steve could think of that deserved that shield.

“Steve, I won’t tell you much detail from my relationship with her but I will tell you this, don’t stress yourself out finding out why she broke up with me or any of the other exes it’s something that she will open up with you soon enough you just have to give her the benefit and trust that she will tell you when she’s ready.”

Steve was quietly mulling over her words, as he thought about how his life had changed the moment he had met you. Everything seemed so bleak after the snap as everybody tried to get back to a life of normalcy when it had disappeared in a snap (literally) with Tony’s near-death experience and Steve trying to come to terms that he was leaving the past behind for good, and then he met you a ray of sunshine in everybody’s life especially Steve’s as she helped many with their traumas of having had disappeared for half a decade and those who had to live their life knowing that their loved ones had been gone and might never have come back. Steve gave her a quick nod bidding her and Sam goodbye as he left to go find you.

Maybe he was thinking too much into it, and maybe he was just being paranoid because he has never been in this type of situation. His last relationship which he could call serious would be back from when he was with Peggy. As he rounded the corner he catches you talking to one of your coworkers from the psych department, as Steve looked at you he couldn’t help but let a bursting feeling of happiness spread through his chest because he knew that no matter what, he would always wait for you because he knew you were the one for him.

If Steve were to have a nickel for the number of times he has had to fight space aliens to save the world he would probably have four nickels, even if he did fight Thanos army twice that is. Yet here he was dodging these ugly creatures that looked like a combination of xenomorphs and jar jar binks from that space movie everybody seemed to love. Steve couldn’t help the grin that crossed his face as he thought about how Tony would have been shocked at his pop culture reference. He had you to thank for that.

Steve threw his shield hitting one of the aliens in the chest making it shriek, it bounced back as Steve maneuvered himself and caught it mid-air swinging it at another creature where it had lodged itself into its chest. Steve sprinted forward jumping towards it grabbing at the disc and forcing it off, he must have done something wrong, miscalculated his landing as he was tackled from the side and Steve felt the air swish around him as gravity failed him. Bucky was going to kill him, Natasha was going to kill him. You were gonna be worried, and you were also going to kill him.

Just as Steve was about to see if he could lodge his shield to stop his fall, he felt a yank from his suit as a pretentious voice called from above, “Need a lift?”

Steve was about to fight this guy, who as Steve noticed was flying and a large set of wings flourished behind him. They flew back to the scene where the group of aliens that had attacked Steve had doubled, the wings guy seemed to be on his side because he began to beat off any alien that came at him.

“Cap, are you there?”

“I’m here. Sam, what’s going on at your end?”

Steve dodged a Spear, hitting the alien in the middle of the chest. Wings guy as Steve was now going to refer to him, grabbed one of the aliens as he threw both of them over the edge and promptly let go. One of course defying gravity.

“Well, it seems everything is dying down especially after backup showed up. Did you know that apparently your bones could be switched off with metal and make knives come out of your knuckles?”

“Sam now is not the time.”

Steve grunted as a staff caught him at his side, he threw out his fist catching it at the side of its face. Steve jumped up as he landed a kick at its chest sending it crashing back to his other comrades. He grabbed his shield, chucking it to a group of gathered aliens, in the process almost hitting wings from where he was facing off with other opponents.

“Watch it cargo pants,” Wings growled out to Steve as he snapped his wings back deterring an alien who was about to leap on him from behind, “Here I am being so generous and saving you from splattering yourself over the edge, and you repay me by what, throwing your frisbee at me.”

Steve ignored him, a headache already forming from wings dumb-assery, he just wanted this day to end so he could go back to you and make up for having to leave in the middle of your weekly date. Recently it’s been getting harder and harder for both of you to have time to yourself for a short date, so you had both created a daily schedule that every other week you would make time to have a date night each time you would both alternate on choosing what you wanted to do and this time it was your turn.

You were not someone who went for extravagant outings or adventurous trips, instead, you had decided on a home-cooked meal and lounging on the couch you reading and him watching the movie playing on the tv. Both your legs tangled, every light turned off except the lamp that illuminated your book, Steve watched you the light making a halo around you as the only thought that went through his mind was how ready he was to start his future with you. The call came not even twenty minutes after you both had settled, he was being called out for an immediate mission after they caught some readings of an opening anomaly in some faraway country in Europe.

And now here he was fighting some ugly creatures side by side with a winged annoying man.

Finally, everything was calming down as Steve and the other man defeated the last of the aliens, he got in contact with Sam pinpointing where their rondeauvu meeting was going to be checking to see who had been injured and directing others to get medical attention before signing off. Wings were trying to wipe off what seemed alien blood from his leather jacket but quickly gave up when it wouldn't come off. Steve walked towards him, putting out his hand for Wings to shake as he introduced himself.

“Hey thanks for catching me back there, sorry about almost hitting you with my shield,” Wings turned towards Steve eyeing his hand before grabbing it in a bone-crushing grip or it would have been if Steve wasn't who he was, “I’m Stev-”

“I know who you are,” Wings cut him off, retracting his hand and instead of crossing them on his chest. Steve caught a glimpse of bare skin and fought away an eye roll of course he was shirtless, “How could I not know who star-spangled man is, it would be a crime if I didn't.”

Steve nodded at him deciding that this conversation was not worth it so he began to walk towards where everybody was supposed to meet. Wings who Steve did not know his name yet flapped his wings once then twice before darting off through the sky. Steve let out a relieved sigh at finally getting some alone time finally letting it sink in that he was going to be able to go home to you once more.

Through the ride back where Steve met the rest of backup or as they called themselves the X-Men containing Logan (who Sam had been raving about), Cyclops (who could shoot lasers out of his eyes), Raven (who showed her true potential when she mimicked Steve's skin), Jean (who could move things with her mind), Storm (who lived up to her name), and Wings whose actual name was Warren. Apparently with the help of Hill, Tony was able to detect that what they were facing was nothing to take lightly so he decided to get in contact with a few allies from upstate New York, this, of course, worked well because he was informed that he had a team out down in Germany breaking up a ring of mutant traffickers.

After introductions everybody broke off to talk to their own groups, Steve decided to just sit back and relax until they landed. It seemed that he wasn’t the only one who had the same idea as he watched Warren from the corner of his eye laid across a bench as Storm seemed to be lecturing him. Steve just chose to tune everybody off and dozed off, with his only thoughts being of you.

Soon enough they were landing and Steve roused from his slumber gathering his bag to board off the plane and finally being able to have you in his arms again. To what he could gather you also had the same thought as you shouldered past Sam and threw yourself at him, he let go of his bag catching you mid-jump and holding you tight to himself.

Everything seemed to slow down for Steve as he held you at the hangar; the only thing he could focus on was you and him always in orbit with each other, and he knew that there was nothing in this existence and the others that would make him think any differently. He let you down when you began to squirm from his suspended grip. He pressed a soft and meaningful kiss expressing how being away from you had affected him, the moment seemed slow and intimate so he couldn’t really be blamed when he let out a feral sound when someone interrupted the both of you.

“Feather, is that you?”

Warren stood a few feet away from both of you, Steve could see him from above your head as he stood a foot above you, Warren's face reflecting an expression that Steve would take much pleasure from whipping off with a punch.

“Hawks?!” You exclaimed as you turned your back on Steve and faced Warren.

“Oh, feathers it is you, what are you doing here? How have you been? It's been so long since I've last seen you,” Every word that Warren spoke was a step forward towards you, the next words seemed to have rooted Steve to his spot, “I’ve missed you.”

Steve felt like he had been smacked before when he had met your exes it had been you that had introduced them as friends until they had indicated themselves as something more from your past, but Warren didn’t seem to have that issue since he himself proclaimed it by that simple expression he didn’t have to be a world-class genius to figure that out for himself.

“Hawks, what are you doing here I thought your dad had,” You stopped yourself before you could finish your sentence, sneaking a glance at Warren's wings, “Kurt told me that you had left the school not too long ago.”

“I did leave the school, I had to figure some things out for myself but Storm had gotten in touch with me a few months prior since the professor had requested my presence.” He gave a tentative glance at Steve who was holding you against his chest. You blushed harshly at Warren's look.

“Seems to me you got yourself quite the looker.” You glanced at Steve, giving him a bright smile that seemed to lose the tight knot in Steve's chest. You held Steve’s hand as you tugged him forward.

“Warren I’d like you to meet Steve Roger’s the love of my life and my future husband,” Steve swiveled his head to look at you shock written all across his face, Warren shifted where he stood at your words but other than that didn’t comment, “Steve this is Warren Worthington, my first love.”

Warren preened at your words putting out a hand for Steve to shake, Steve met him halfway but it was a mostly half-assed handshake since he was still reeling from your words, compared to all of your exes this was the first time you had ever indicated that romantic feelings were involved.

When it came to Johnny your words were more to describe the relationship based on coincidental meetings and similar working circles, for Eddie your description seemed to be an inedible thing based on the fact that both of you were just constantly at each other's presence and probably relied on each other for comfort, Sharon was just a different story he still didn’t seem to understand how your relationship started or how it ended but he guessed that it might have been with similar experiences as the other two but for Warren this was different. You didn’t deter from the fact that you had had romantic feelings for him or that your relationship was anything but children's play but in fact, you were admitting to having loved him at some point and that seemed to scare Steve to the core.

“Steve?” You said to him getting him out of his stupor, Warren was gone so it was only you and him left at the hangar, “I think you and I should talk.”

“Warren and I met when were kids,” You started, both of you had moved away from outside and were now in Steve’s living room where he was supposed to be staying at but most of the time he just spent it at your apartment but it seemed that this conversation could not wait any longer, “his dad was an ambassador who usually had to travel all over and that meant his kid had to follow as well.”

“My mom was working with the senate when I had met Warren, most of these state dinners and such had no sympathy for a couple of young kids who were forced to go because their parents could not have taken the time to hire a sitter, and so they would just stick us together and leave it like that,” You let out a sigh undoing your hair ruffling a little as you sat next Steve taking his hand, “over time we became friends and I began to fall in love.”

“When Warren turned sixteen his mutant genes began to show, at first it was minimal his build changed and so did his metabolism, but soon after the wings changed it was horrifying Warren was in constant point because it was ripping his skin apart as they began to protrude from his back, you asked me so long ago how I could be so calm around gore well imagine being a fifteen-year-old kid having to see the person you love basically try to strip his skin and bone just to hide a deformity that he could have gotten killed for if he were to be found out.”

Steve looked at you confused, “What do you mean, why would Warren be killed by his mutant powers?”

“Warren's dad had voted for a bill that created a ‘cure’ for mutant genes, it suppressed it but in the process, some people were still discriminated since they were still considered mutant, Warren’s dad hated mutants and having to live with that your whole life and finding yourself to be the same thing your dad hated was scarring at some point his wings became too much for Warren to bare with and I told his dad, I was so scared for him there was just so much blood and I didn’t know what to do. The next thing I knew Warren was gone and rumor have it that his dad had forced his son to take the ‘cure’.”

“Everything's well though when I turned eighteen he got back in contact and told me he had met professor X and began to stay at the school, but I haven’t seen him since tonight was the first time I’ve seen him in years.”

“What about Johnny and Eddie, why didn’t you say anything about them?”

“Well with Johnny our lifestyles were too different. He was more of a party boy looking for his adrenaline jump and I wanted to focus on my work and progress. I did say he cheated on me, but don’t worry I never held it against him, and well Eddie and I met in college and just kicked it off after that at some point we just started dating until he met Anne and then he fell head over heels for her we met once in a while though especially after Venom and he merged.”

“Why didn’t you say anything about Sharon then?”

“Oh well it was just something that happened she was there when I first joined S.H.I.E.L.D and we just started hanging out at some point we just began to date but it ended sooner than later, and Sharon didn't seem to want to disclose anything about her personal life so I didn’t want to make her uncomfortable.”

Steve nodded his concerns for why you had broken up with your exes were so far away from what he thought his own flaws were the fear of you wanting to break up with him because he had done something that the others have done a constant pressure on his mine. Behind them, the door opened and Bucky stepped in, he blinked as he saw both of you at the apartment not expecting either of you to be there before he turned an angry glare at Steve.

“Stevie I heard the most bizarre story today, apparently you were tackled by an alien creature and fell from a cliff.” You turned to Steve in shock.

“You did what?!”

“It was nothing and it all worked out, Warren had swooped in and saved me at the last minute so there's really nothing to worry about.”

You slapped Steve’s chest in reprimand, as Bucky began to chew him out for his idiocy you knew it was all concern but Steve’s mood seemed to dampen with each berate that Bucky threw at him. “Alright that’s enough, how about I cook us a nice dinner, that way Steve can go take a shower and change, and Buck you can start putting groceries away.”

Bucky grumbled but began to do as he was told, Steve gave you a small peck ready to get out of the room before Bucky had to go and open his mouth.

“Why does this feel like Deja-vu from when we used to date?”

Steve stopped in his tracks pointing a finger at Bucky then at you.

“You and Bucky dated!”

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littlespoonevan · 2 years

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okay no but fr I had a dream last night that buddie got #confirmed bc I was watching an ep and there was a scene where they were talking about the shooting and eddie gets upset so buck catches his hand and starts kind of massaging/soothing it bc it helps with panic attacks??? (That’s so not real lmfao my brain just had to overcorrect when it looked like buck was about to shake his fucking hand agsjakd) and Eddie laughs and tries to pull his hand away but bc buck won’t let go he moves with him and ends up bumping into eddie and their faces get really close and they almost kiss before both turning away awkwardly but it’s Charged with eye contact and in the dream my jaw literally dropped and I said “oh my god” bc it was happening, y’know???? All of this took place in the kitchen obviously.

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hannah-the-red-head · 3 years

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A Third Submission to the Imagines Society”

(League of villains meets an Autistic child with a quirk that is the definition of too good for this world and then some)

You were a tiny thing when Twice, Toga and Magne stumbled across you at the park, staring intently at what looked like your shoes with your back turned.

Magne summarized that you were most likely around 5 or 6 years old based on the kindergarten uniform you wore, the adorable hat hanging on your back while your (h/l), (h/s) (h/c) was out and about. Usually, the tree would lose interest after a while and go about their merry way.

But there was something about you that made them stay, Toga’s curiosity getting the best of her as she skipped over to where you were on your knees, she then peeked over a shoulder to see you staring in awe at butterfly that was softly moving it’s wings while resting on the petals of a blossom planted in the nearby garden.

It was one that she had never seen before, well at least in real life, but the sandy blonde remembered that she had once seen it on the internet somewhere.

It was a monarch butterfly, and last she or anyone else knew, the species were hanging by a thread and close to extinction over the last 56 years. She had admit that the pictures were close to nothing compared to the real thing as Toga watched with starry eyes at how the orange colors splashed with black and white glowed in the sunlight.

Magne herself, followed by Twice then decided to follow toga’s lead when she began to giggle like an actual schoolgirl instead of the blood obsessed vampire they knew and loved. The two peeking at the sight of both you and Toga being the surprising perches of a collection of what looked to be more Monarch butterflies that seemingly appeared out of no where.

And one of them was perched right on the tip of Toga’s nose.

Meanwhile, you had taken notice that you had a butterfly watching buddy the second you felt her crouched down next to you, your glowing (e/c) eyes staring at her with curiosity before deciding that she was interesting enough for you to deem her harmless, despite not knowing the truth.

Because in your young and innocent head, anyone that appreciated butterflies as much as you did was a good person and/or possible friend in your book.

She looked at you when she felt your eyes on her and gave you a big smile, which from what you learned meant that she was happy. So that meant that she likes you too. You smiled widely back and a series of bright rainbow colored balls of light lifted themselves off your little form, your quirk creating more butterflies from them while your new friend’s eyes sparkled.

Your quirk was called Wonder, the specialist who gave it that name having been inspired by the same emotion felt after witnessing you use your quirk at first hand to bring a rat back to life after it had been killed by a mousetrap, and later on when they returned back to the room to see that it had been filled with butterflies flying beautifully above them.

Nowadays, you mainly used your quirk to create butterflies.

Why?

Because butterflies made you happy, they made you calm, they took your worries away... and watching them was akin to what your therapist at the orphanage called stimming, your hand movements if you easily became overwhelmed resembling a butterfly flapping it’s delicate wings.

You were also fond of anything that felt like the texture closest to what you thought butterfly wings looked. However, this obsession was also the reason why your were ostracized by the other children, ignored completely by them at the worst despite how hard the workers at the orphanage tried to explain what your condition was.

You didn’t understand why the workers had the need to get the other kids to like you, if you wanted friends, you’d get some yourself on your own.

And you never understood why you had to take speech therapy, wasn’t writing in your notebook enough? You hated loud noises, they scared away things, things that are... nice.

Things like butterflies and rats and rabbits and deer, which meant that you couldn’t appreciate them anymore if they left.

So, why was there a need to make noise or let alone talk? You could never control how loud your voice was anyways. You didn’t care about how sometimes you overheard the caretakers at the orphanage whispered things about how alien you acted.

Which led to where you were now, little you having completely forgotten that you were separated from the other children heading back towards the orphanage after school had finished when you eyes spotted a flower that looked familiar until your quirk manifested the butterfly.

They sounded as if you were broken as a human.

When in reality you weren’t, you weren’t broken and needed to be fixed. At first it made you believe those words, but the moments where your eyes caught onto anything relating to those paper thin wings that radiated with the colors of the rainbow, you’re mind went to an alternate world where those who spoke about your strangeness were nonexistent.

It was then that you remembered seeing the same flower from the picture book at your school, the pink and green flora being the type of chosen roost for the orange, white and black insect to rest on if they got tired.

You never knew how much time passed when you felt your new friend’s presence near you until you turned around silently to see a schoolgirl older than your smiling peacefully at your creation, who then smiled at you.

Smiles meant something good, right?

Your quirk activated instinctually, your subconscious telling you to make your friend happy again by creating more things that made her happy, like how butterflies made you happy. You watched as the manifested insects flew over to the girl and rested on her shoulders, two nestled on the wild hair of her twin buns and one on her nose, the sensation of it’s delicate wings tickling her skin bringing a giggle out of her.

You copied her, giggling as well as you knew that laughing is what friends did. The exchange between you two led to a pair of others appearing behind your friend, the both of them watching in awe at how gentle you were.

Meanwhile in their perspective, Twice and big sis Magne were in awe.

This was a side of Toga that the pair had never seen before, so their interest in you grew steadily as they approached you both, seeing that the number of butterflies had grown the closer the became, the same orbs of light appearing to change into other species before the skies above the park had clouds of multicolored wings flying above like a piece of artwork created by nature.

It felt like a blessing to witness a sight like this, a much desired peace accomplished after so many months of being on the run from heroes and the police.

Twice jumped up and began to comically twirl about among the flocks of winged bugs, his splitting personalities having been silenced by the Nirvana he felt surrounding him, only stopping when he heard a few giggles left your mouth while you tried to keep up with him and Toga’s free styling dances without a care in the world.

The four of you not caring that you were getting strange looks and even scowls from those who crossed your paths in order to get a better look at the butterflies conjured by your beautiful quirk.

By the time the sun had set, you and your new friends had collapsed onto the grass, laughing in between breaths from all the fun you shared in those hours of innocent fun.

And you were the one to give that sense of childhood purity of fun back to them without realizing it. In your mind, you were happy that you had finally made friends by yourself as with a kick of your short legs you sat up and turned to the one closest to you, a tall woman with sunglasses and short hair the other two called “Big Sis Mag”.

You poked her cheek and she turned her face towards yours. Taking a deep breath, you decided to try something new that you hadn’t done or were comfortable with.

You: (Yy...yourrr n....nnamme!).... (Your Name)!

It was hard at first, being silent for most of your childhood being the reason as to why you sounded like a newborn attempting to say their first word. But the pride you felt as you pointed to yourself when you said your name clearly on the second try was amazing.

“Big Sis’” eyebrows shot up in surprise, and you understood why she was shocked as the only noises you made were giggles and squeals.

You: (Your name)!.... B-big sissy... Mmmmmag! Fr...friends! T-t-too...Toga! Fri..ends! Twi...Twice! Friends!

All three had unknown expressions present while you gave them a wide toothy grin that you had never given anyone except for your mama.

Twice: I think I’m gonna cry.... No, I’m not! Grow a pair!

Twice cartoonishly wept through his mask, tears that would only exist within an Animé pouring from the eyes of his black and grey mask before stopping almost immediately, his face changing to that of a stoic man drawn in comic books.

Toga just smiled at Twice, before a weak tug on her cardigan pulled her attentions to you, your arms held out wide and with an excited glow to you. You always remembered the warmth your mother’s hugs were growing up, how safe and loved you felt when your adorable self tackled her leg in a weak koala hug before she pulled you into her own arms.

Toga: Oh does (y/n)-chan want a hug?

You nodded and tackled the blonde, arms wrapped around her neck with you cheek pressed against hers, something your mother called “cuddle bumps” as you hated it when someone kissed you.

You: C-cu-cuddle bu-bumps!

Twice: I want cuddle bumps! No, I don’t that’s weird!

You nuzzled your cheek against hers, the teenage girl internally squealing and hugging you back as she was overcome with a sense of some maternal need to protect you and the light your little self emanated, both figuratively and literally as your quirk caused you to glow a warm pink color.

Toga playfully stuck out her tongue towards him, when an idea came to her.

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Shigaraki: And the most logical thing that you could ever think of in that moment.... was to bring this brat home?!

Toga’s cheeks puffed up as she hugged your little form from behind while you fiddled with your quirk, a manifested butterfly perched in the palm of your hand. You loved the feeling of your big sister’s soft cardigan as she hugged you.

Toga: Of course, Shiggy! I mean they’re an orphan left behind by those “caretakers”, we even waited to see if anyone would come looking.

Twice: Yeah, it was so nerve wracking! I was bored beyond belief....

Shigaraki let out an aggravated sigh, knowing that you had wormed your way into the hearts of the most in the league, Dabi being the first to cave when you used your quirk to soothe the pain in his burnt skin. He didn’t know why, but the fire quirk user’s eyes softened when you gazed up at his skin and your smile faded, a look of genuine worry that he possibly never experienced in some time as your tiny hand went up to hold his hand with the both of yours.

The rest of the already shocked league watching as an aura glowed from your small form, the glow then moving up your arms and finally covering Dabi in the glow before then pulling away into orbs that popped like soap bubbles filled with fireflies.

Dabi reacted in a way that not even he could describe as all the unbearable burning pain his scars brought him disappeared, a strange surge of.... calm washed over him.

It was the kind of calm that one would feel when a powerful storm dissipates, allowing the warm sun to bathe the earth once again.

And it was the type of calm that brought a heavy exhale out of Dabi, almost as if he had finally learned to breathe, tears falling down his cheeks and startling him, a hand shooting up to touch his wet face and pulling it away to see what was falling from his eyes.

This... made the tears fall harder.

Dabi had long forgotten what it felt like to cry actual salt water tears instead of blood. A relieved upwards tilt pulled at his lips as he fell to his knees before you, no words exchanged, just glances and a gentle grip of your joined hands.

You: No pain?

Your concern overweighed your struggling speech, your free hand raising up to hover next to his cheek. He chuckled softly, allowing you to place your hands onto his face.

Dabi: No pain. All better.

Your quirk was befitting for such a gentle, caring and kind being as you.

To put it simply, you could restore a person’s injuries, negative outlook on life due to traumatic experiences, and even their lost sense of morality via through your touch, being in your presence, or even by witnessing your creations first hand.

This was your power, a quirk that purified the evil living within this cruel world.

You could literally restore a person or persons lost sense of morality, your quirk changing a sociopathic killer into a saint seeking redemption just by spending an hour with you.

Your quirk also allowed you to heal any kind of wound or cure any illness, it could even replace missing limbs and the like as long as you kept your focus.

And it was meant to be protected.

Which is why you were taken into the protection of the league of villains, the only group of people who were the first to actually care for you after your mama’s passing, and didn’t speak badly of you or your condition.

Because they didn’t mind that you were autistic, they didn’t see you as broken or wrong. How did you know that they didn’t ostracize you?

They told you.

Twice: You, broken? Ha, that’s fresh! At least you don’t have more than one voice in your head...

Toga: My quirk needs me to drink the blood of the person i’m going to transform into in order for it to work, and because of that, I was pushed away by everyone for how creepy it made me look.

Magne: Anyone would be proud to call you their kid with a drop of a hat. So what if your special needs, it doesn’t make you any less human, sweetie.

Dabi didn’t say anything when you asked, in your broken speech, if you were broken. Instead, he just ruffled your hair and let you wear his jacket all day.

Compress: This world is filled with imperfections, but who is to say that imperfections are ugly and unwanted. To me, imperfections are where true beauty lies as it shows that despite their flaws, they try again and again to make themselves better.

Spinner: Kid, I am a walking talking lizard with pink hair and a desire to follow Stain’s path to create a society where only those who embody the traits of true heroes like All Might are allowed to become heroes.

You didn’t know how to react as he continued.

Spinner: If anything, you are the most normal out of all of us, so don’t go hating on yourself because you’re brain is wired differently. You’re perfect just the way you are.

Magne: Aww, that’s so sweet of you to say, Spinner!

Spinner: BIG SIS MAGNE?!?! HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN THERE?!

Toga: Enough to know that you give the best pep talks!~

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haikyuuu-r-us · 4 years

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Erm okay so I don't usually do asks fr like that but may I please ask Alpha waka and omega reader. I saw you did omegaverse idk but yeah. Maybe fluff it not idk whatever works with you 🥺🥺👉🏽👈🏽🥺😳

Pt.2: https://haikyuuu-r-us.tumblr.com/post/625551637967175680/unofficial-game-alpha-ushijima-wakatoshi-x

Hell yeah, I do omegaverse, girl that's my JAAAM thanks for asking! <3

Edit: This is now titled- 'Unofficial Game' and this is pt. 1 ❤️

- Its no surprise that Ushijima Wakatoshi of Shiratorizawa was an incredible alpha. He was agile and strong. He was the Ace and also the Captain of his team.

- He was an Alpha.

- His team was highly regarded and respected. His team respected him highly. By some, he was considered a prodigy.

- Every move he made was calculated to bring him closer to his goal, no distractions allowed.

- He had a goal and he was hell-bent on reaching it.

-It's no surprise to your fellow students to find that you were an omega. You were rather meek and shy. You kept to yourself on the best of days and purposefully isolated yourself on worse ones.

- You were an omega.

- You had few friends though none went to school here. You were accepted into the school due to exceptional grades and recommendations. The school was seeking to expand into the arts, and in that aspect, you were an excellent starting point.

- You won medals in competitions. Never landing below third. You never cared for your medals. In your eyes, it was all subjective. Not to mention you had never been extremely competitive anyhow.

- you only desired to see your skills grow and to inspire others to follow their own dreams.

Essentially, the two of you never should have met, be in any sort of friendship let alone a relationship. The differences were too large, the first years would say. If only they were privy to how you met.

"Wah?? So you're the new transfer student?" You glanced up from the hallways tiled flooring to search for the voice. When he waved at you and began to jog towards you with a lazy grin marking his features, you slunk back into your oversized school jacket.

"Yeah...uhm, haha, that's me." You tucked your hair behind your ear nervously. 'He's an alpha.' Although his scent was a weird one, you found his constant seeking you out every morning just to say hi rather endearing. It'd be lying to say you didn't form an itty bitty crush on him at the beginning of your friendship.

As time went on he became your guide, and a strong brother-like figure to you, showing you parts of the school you had been too nervous to explore by yourself and encouraging you to take pictures when you asked if it was allowed. You were inspired by what you were seeing, you absolutely had to have a reference for later. He continued to guide you, most definitely spinning false and grandeur stories about how each place came to be. He didn't need to be right, it made you laugh and it kept you interested; You stayed interested even when you got to how the gym was built by angels who deemed volleyball a holy sport above all others.

"Liar." You giggled, covering your mouth with your hand as tears sprang to your eyes at his overdramatic antics. "WHAT? Omega-chaaan! I would never, E V E R! Lie to you!" He shook his head furiously and wagged a finger in your face. He was about to start again but a calm voice interrupted.

"Oh, there you are. Coach wants to start early with practice." The beta had blonde hair and a bored look on his face.

"Aw, what? That’s bull- wah! Omega-chan come watch me practice!" He cried waving his arms frantically as you thought it over.

"I dunno," you eyed the beta male wearily.

"It's perfect yeah? See, you can practice the Anatoly of us while we play!"

"I think you mean anatomy-"

"Yeah, same thing!"

"I don't even know what that other thing is- stop pushing I'm going, 'Tori!"

He ushered you in and motioned towards the bleachers. He was right you supposed. This would be a good way to practice.

At you were good at being a wallflower and despite the beta male who ignored your presence, you found yourself comfortable knowing that Tendou would step in should someone give you any issues.

Wakatoshi stretched quietly in the changing room. Nodding silently at Tendou when he entered and quickly, as though someone was going to give him a medal, stripped himself of his school uniform and into slightly more comfortable training clothes. He was being sloppy and nearly tripping when he pulled his shorts up.

His brow quirked down but he said nothing, figuring it was more nonsense from the Guess Monster.

He left the changing room and just as he began to walk over to the storage closet to grab the volleyballs, a new scent filled his senses. Though unnoticed to himself and the other Alpha and betas around him, his pupils dilated ever so slightly.

His head turned from the handle of the closet to assess the gym. There was an omega here. He could smell her. Somewhere, he raked his gaze across the room and a slight shift of fingers was all it took to have his gaze latch onto you like a magnet to a fridge.

Your form was small. Knees up to your chest with a book resting on top of them. A pencil clenched in between your fingers. You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. Your chosen seat was high up in the bleachers, hidden ever so slightly behind support that jutted out of the wall.

He breathed in your scent slowly, allowing the warm sweet scent to roll over his palette. His pupils dilated and adjusted, connecting the sight of you to your soothing scent.

Omega.

He didn't realize he was making his way closer to you until his body was faced with the prospect of climbing up the bleachers. This time when his gaze landed on you, wide, doe-like orbs stared back. Quickly almost fearfully, your body tensed and you looked away.

Knows her place.

He narrowed his gaze in a challenging way. Who let you into the gym? Omegas were most definitely not allowed at any other time than official games. They potentially could be major distractions at the very least. You shifted nervously, and your fingers flipped through a few pages.

Her fingers were shaking.

"Ne~Omega-chan you have to watch!"

Of course, it had been Tendou. Of course, he would let in an omega.

He turned away, ignoring your presence, for now, Tendou would cause mayhem otherwise, especially if he thought you'd be forced to leave.

The game went well. In fact, Tendou was most definitely showing off the entire time, calling out for your praise and attention.

Though he didn't find himself drowning in curiosity, he still listened closely when Semi asked Tendou about the shy omega.

"That your omega, 'Tori?" That was a new nickname.

"Nah, she’s my friend! She's shy and stuff so I don't think she had anyone else. She looked lonely so ' voila '!"

"You're supposed to form friendships through common interests and tastes-"

Tendou stared in confusion. Semi sighed and rubbed his temples. Reon and Goshiki piped up out of curiosity helping to explain exactly what Semi meant.

Lakatos didn't bother to hear the rest. Instead, he went to join the first years in the gym, supervising them to ensure they didn’t fool around instead of cleaning. While they scrambled to gather everything up he searched for the omega, despite her lingering scent, he saw nothing. Then again, before he could complete his scan, a volleyball rolled and bumped into his ankle.

He kneeled and picked it up, testing the pressure in his hands. He was about to toss the ball back to the first year who dropped it, but he caught sight of you from his peripheral, and before he even fully realized why his inner alpha commanded him to do it, he found himself lining up to set.

Throw. Run. Jump. Slam the ball. Hard. Harder than needed. Put force into it. Strongest Alpha. The strongest.

His knees bent when he landed. The echo of the ball landing was still reverberating throughout the gym, the air was thick with unknown tension and no first-year dared to speak. The ball slowly rolled back towards him, and once more he picked it up. Except for this time he turned and handed the ball to the kid that dropped it. Instinctually his gaze searched for your face among the first years who know were shutting everything down.

You were looking at him too. The moment he locked eyes with your own, you shot your gaze downwards to stare at your feet.

She's respectful.

Slowly and shakily staring at the other third years locking up, you gave a weak chuckle and muttered softly, "uhm, so I'm assuming you're the captain?"

The moment you shifted your gaze back his spine straightened further and his chest puffed out slightly. Unnoticeable to anyone but himself. You were... Affecting him.

"Indeed." His eyes drifted across your form. He was never one to really notice omegas despite being an Alpha male himself and having plenty of fangirls, he never really, truly noticed any of them. He especially never bothered to assess their form like he was currently doing to you. His eyes slid to your face again, watching as your lips moved as you spoke, the words barely processing.

Her scent.

After receiving no answer to Tendou's whereabouts you glanced at his face again, though with more caution this time.

Her eyes.

Little did you know, the way your eyes peeked at him beneath your lashes, the way your brows pinched together and especially the way your lips parted in concern, all were sending his Alpha into a tailspin. His heart began to steadily beat faster, the same tempo would beat before a good matchup.

It was only the snicker from his right-hand side that brought him out of it.

Tendou.

"Don't worry about him omega-chan! He's just dense." You laughed nervously attempted to shift the attention back to Tendou instead of yourself.

That's right, you were there for Tendou.

He realized late that night, before he went to bed, that the real reason his Alpha demanded that one spike, the real reason his adrenaline couldn't seem to leave him be, even hours later, that his Alpha was proving to you, convincing you really, he, Waktoshi Ushijima, was the strongest. He was the captain. The Ace. His breaths picked up slightly when he recalled the way your lips formed the word 'captain'.

All he knew now was that he wanted you to call him 'alpha' next.

(Looks like I got a bit carried away with this one lol)

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!!#ushiwaka #ushijima x reader #ushijima x you #ushijima wakatoshi #ushijima hcs #xreader #haikyuuxreader #omegaverse #haikyuu omegaverse #Alpha/beta/omega dynamics #alphawakatoshi #omega reader #alpha/beta/omega dynamics x reader #alpha/beta/omega verse #alpha/omega #alpha/beta/omega au #alpha/beta/omega dynamics

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pilvimarja · 3 years

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Prompt used: “Do I scare you?”

(A/B/O AU, alpha!Johnny, beta omega!Daniel, Daniel presents as an omega during his All Valley match against Johnny, scenting, unrealistic karate because I need them to have prolonged physical contact)

The air in the sports arena is saturated with the stench of sweating alphas. It gets under Johnny’s skin, makes the aggressive urges harder to control, and he breathes through his mouth as much as he can.

The tournament isn’t as exciting as it was back in ‘82 and ‘83. Johnny knows he’s going to win, and Sensei agrees. You were always my champ, he says, rubbing Johnny’s shoulders as they pass judgment from the sidelines.

Every single member of Sensei Kreese’s dojo is an alpha, but there’s a handful of betas in the competition every year. The rules permit them to compete, but very few of them offer any real challenge, too passive and unremarkable.

No killer instinct, Sensei scoffs as they laugh at their rookie mistakes.

Johnny's never paid them much mind, but this year there’s one beta who holds his attention from the moment he steps into the sparring ring.

Wide-eyed little Daniel LaRusso and his scrappy defending amuses Sensei and sends Johnny and his friends into fits of laughter. The twerp looks like he barely knows the rules and he’s hilariously tiny, even for a beta, drowning in his pristine white gi.

Which is why it’s a total shocker to see him beat his opponent and advance to the next round.

“He’s a goddamn shrimp! He’s gotta be cheating,” Dutch insists, yanking on the lapel of Johnny’s gi. “Right, Johnny? He’s gotta be.”

“Yeah, man,” Johnny agrees, but his stomach lurches uncomfortably as he locks eyes with LaRusso over the referee’s balding head.

Cheating or not, LaRusso manages to beat both Tommy and Dutch, and even Sensei is starting to take note of the way the competition is going for his Cobras.

“This is bullshit!” Dutch snarls, tearing at his bleached hair. He’s never been beaten this early in the tournament and he storms into the locker room, almost knocking LaRusso on his ass as he drives his fist into his skinny arm on his way out.

There’s a brief interlude before the semi-finals, and Johnny jumps at the opportunity to corner LaRusso at the water station outside of the gym. He’s surrounded by his sensei and his fussing mother and worst of all, Ali, who straightens LaRusso’s hachimaki and gushes about his lame ass karate.

Johnny curls his hands into angry, white-knuckled fists. How the hell can she go for a scrawny little beta like LaRusso when Johnny’s right here?

He waits until LaRusso’s entourage wanders back into the gym and elbows his way to the drinks table.

“You’re dead, man.”

LaRusso spins around and spills his red solo cup all over the front of his gi. “Shit!”

Johnny sneers at him and crowds LaRusso against the edge of the table. The water girl shoots them an angry glare as half of the cups spill over, but Johnny only has eyes for LaRusso.

His cheeks are like two pomegranates, rivulets of adrenaline sweat running down his temples and the slender column of his neck.

“What the hell do you want, Johnny?” LaRusso snaps, tilting his chin up, like he’s trying to match Johnny’s height.

Pathetic.

Johnny surges forward and flashes his canines in a snarl that makes LaRusso flinch, his eyes big and startled. He lets out a nervous snort of laughter through his nose and tries to put some distance between them. "You're crazy, man."

"Oh yeah?" Johnny growls, his blood thrumming with a desire to put the insolent little beta in his place for humiliating Dutch and Tommy, for stealing his girlfriend, the shit he pulled on Halloween, the list with this guy is fucking extensive.

LaRusso continues to back away from him, almost bumping into a couple of betas from Topanga.

“What’s your hurry, LaRusso?” Johnny jeers. “Do I scare you?”

LaRusso's brows drop into a stubborn scowl under his hachimaki. “No.”

“No?” Johnny balls his hand around the front of LaRusso’s gi and the tiny sliver of space between them feels like an exposed nerve, one that Johnny has to poke at. “Just wait till I—”

The words get lodged in his throat and his nostrils flare around a peculiar scent. It’s almost too faint to register, drowning under the stench of his own sweat, but it sets his teeth on edge.

LaRusso’s face goes slack and there's no trace of the fear Johnny saw in his eyes only a moment ago. His lashes flutter against his flushed cheeks as he takes a deep inhale, almost like he’s trying to catch a good whiff of Johnny's scent.

What the hell?

“Hey, Johnny! It’s starting!” Bobby hollers from the other end of the hallway. “You’re up next.”

Johnny gives LaRusso’s gi a yank and digs his knuckles into his skinny chest. “Little punk. You’re lucky I got a title to defend.”

LaRusso's breath punches out of his lungs in a high-pitched whine, hot and sweet with traces of Juicy Fruit. Johnny's stomach curls with something possessive. He tongues at his canines and leans closer, his gaze dropping to LaRusso's parted lips.

“Johnny, man, I’m serious!” Bobby calls again, and Johnny stumbles back, letting go of LaRusso’s gi like he's been caught with his hand down in his pants.

“You’re dead,” he repeats, shooting LaRusso a dark look over his shoulder as he hurries after Bobby.

The audience wanders back into their re-arranged seats and Johnny readies himself for his next fight. LaRusso watches him with wide, nervous eyes from the sidelines, and Johnny shoots him a feral smirk, mouths watch this as he attacks Darryl Vidal with all he’s got.

It’s not an easy win, but Johnny leaves the mat one spot closer to his third All Valley victory.

He’s still high on adrenaline when Sensei orders Bobby to play dirty, and it takes his brain a moment to digest what’s happening. No one has a bigger beef with LaRusso than Johnny, but the thought of cheating makes him recoil.

He opens his mouth to remind Sensei that Cobra Kai never cheats, but the hairs on the back of his neck stand up when Kreese flashes his cigar-stained canines at him.

“Do you have something to say, Mr. Lawrence?” Kreese snarls, and Johnny shakes his head, cowering like a little pup.

“N-no, Sensei.”

Kreese’s eyes linger on him and there’s a warning in his musky scent. Don’t challenge me, whelp. “That’s what I thought.”

Johnny stares at his feet, head bowed as Bobby takes his place on the mat. And he watches, helpless, how his best friend gets disqualified and Daniel LaRusso is carried away by the medical team.

How the hell is any of this okay? Cobra Kai shouldn’t have to cheat against a scrawny beta—or anyone.

Johnny winces at the sudden weight of a meaty hand on his shoulder.

“It looks like you’ve won your third championship, Mr Lawrence,” Kreese says, beaming at him like a proud father, but Johnny can’t bask in it because he knows he hasn’t earned it.

The trophy is almost in his hands when the audience breaks into excited cheers as LaRusso limps back into the gym.

“Daniel LaRusso is going to fight!”

Fuck.

Daniel takes his place on the mat, his eyes glazed. Johnny assumes it’s from the pain in his freshly busted knee, but there’s something off in the way LaRusso keeps staring at him, his mouth parted almost like he’s trying to taste the air.

This is wrong.

Johnny ignores the voice in his head, bouncing on his heels as he glares at LaRusso through his sweaty bangs. And he pounces the moment the referee gives him permission to attack, dismantling LaRusso’s lame defenses with one unforgiving strike after another.

LaRusso goes sprawling on the mat and Johnny digs his knee into his spine. He shakes his head and wipes his knuckles against his nose as the peculiar smell hits his nostrils again.

LaRusso stares at him from the corner of his eye, equally stunned.

Johnny stumbles back so fast that he forgets to score his point. The smell lingers in his nose and he struggles to get his head back in the game.

Which is why LaRusso manages to score his first point.

Fuck!

There’s no way Johnny’s losing his championship to a beta, to LaRusso.

He has no idea how it happens, but LaRusso manages to widen his lead, doesn’t even matter that Johnny’s doing most of the attacking. And his head swims with the smell of LaRusso’s sweat, every strike to his skinny arms and soft belly like poking at a livewire.

This is wrong, insists the voice in his head, and Johnny finally understands why when he pins Daniel against the mat, their faces mere inches apart.

Daniel inhales through his nose and his eyes roll back in their sockets as he tenses under Johnny’s bulk, twitching against his chest like he’s having a seizure.

“What the—” Johnny’s mouth floods with saliva and his skin chills with goose flesh as he breathes in LaRusso’s scent, stomach lurching with the horrible realization that, “You’re an omega?” Johnny sputters, staring at Daniel with stunned, half-startled eyes. “What the hell are you doing in this tournament?”

No omega should be allowed to enter and compete against an alpha like Johnny. It's... unnatural, goes against all their basic instincts.

Daniel blinks at him, his eyes vacant like he’s high off his ass. “W-what?”

All the omegas at school are on scent blockers, including Ali, so Johnny hasn’t actually had a chance to smell them without the veil of chemicals, but he knows, instinctually, that Daniel LaRusso is presenting right under his nose.

“You’re wrong...” Daniel gives Johnny’s chest a feeble shove, and the referee is between them before Johnny has a chance to argue.

He’s ordered to the sidelines and his ears ring like he’s taken a blow to his head as he walks to his Sensei. His careless performance has earned him a bloody nose, but the smell of iron drowns under Daniel's sweet scent.

“Sweep the leg.”

Johnny blinks at his Sensei, the words barely registering in his brain. The expression on Kreese’s face leaves no room for argument, but there’s no way in hell Johnny can hurt an omega.

His stomach curls with a punch of nausea as his mind supplies him with a highlight reel of the last six months, of every hurt he'd inflicted on LaRusso from the moment they'd met.

He turns his head and stares at LaRusso over his shoulder. And he should have known! Because the little twerp is too delicate, too pretty and too fucking distracting to be anything other than an omega.

Johnny lets out a pained wheeze of laughter. Jesus, he's a terrible fucking alpha.

Kreese grabs Johnny’s face and wipes his bloody nose with rough fingers. "Eyes on me, Lawrence. Did you hear what I said?"

Johnny stares into Kreese's grim face, sees the glint of mania in his eyes. But he can't hurt Daniel LaRusso, not anymore. “Sensei, I—”

Kreese digs his thumbs into the hollows of Johnny's cheeks. “I won’t have you lose my championship to that scrawny beta and his pushy bastard of a sensei.”

Johnny swallows, resists the urge to cower. “But he’s not a—”

“Sweep the leg,” Kreese repeats and sends Johnny stumbling back on the mat with a harsh shove.

Johnny paces back and forth as he watches Daniel get some last-minute advice from his sensei. The old man looks worried, but no beta can smell the subtle shift in Daniel’s pheromones.

The crowd around them jeers at Johnny, and the Cobras call for him to finish LaRusso, blissfully unaware of the mess he’s in. Johnny’s heart hammers all the way in his gums as they take their places on the mat, and his vision narrows into a single point with Daniel at the center.

He feels Kreese’s eyes at the back of his neck, knows what he’s expected to do. And Daniel makes it so easy to get close, stumbling on the mat, almost completely out of it, his injured knee unguarded.

Jesus Christ.

Johnny gets into position, stares at Daniel's leg and pictures the strike in his head.

Wrong, wrong, wrong!

He hardens his face into a scowl, gets ready and—Daniel loses his balance and Johnny forgets all about his attack as he rushes to catch him in his arms.

Daniel blinks up at him, his eyes unfocused, pink mouth parted around a labored inhale.

Johnny gives Daniel’s shoulders a little shake. “Come on, LaRusso, people are watching.”

Daniel lurches forward, his nose scrunching as he tries to shove it against Johnny’s jugular.

“Jesus…” Johnny shoves him away just as the referee calls out their illegal contact. His chest aches at the hurt look on Daniel’s face and he turns away, pacing back and forth at the edge of the mat.

Daniel LaRusso has been a thorn in his side throughout their senior year, and today was supposed to be about justice and seeing the little asshole get what he deserves.

Daniel limps to the black strip on his side of the mat and the aggression Johnny brings to each fight drains from his blood. In its place is some horrible, misguided feeling that has no place in karate, or Johnny's heart.

Not for Daniel goddamn LaRusso.

The referee forces them to face each other one last time, but Johnny knows he's already lost.

There’s a brief moment of lucidity in Daniel’s eyes as he balances on his uninjured leg, raising his arms above his head like he’s pretending to be a bird or something.

Johnny frowns at him, about to ask what the hell he's playing at, but he gets his answer when the referee yells fight! and Daniel kicks him in the face.

There’s barely any strength in the kick, but Johnny goes down anyway. Not because he’s hurt, but because Daniel loses his balance as he lands on his injured leg, and Johnny reaches out on instinct, catching him in his arms.

The crowd hollers when they hit the mat, Johnny on his back and Daniel sprawled on top of him like a rag doll. It takes him a moment to force his fists to unclench where they’re clutched around the sweat-soaked fabric of Daniel’s gi. He gives Daniel a push, but Daniel clings to his shoulders and shoves his face into Johnny’s neck.

“Stop that,” Johnny hisses, aware of the hundreds of pairs of eyes around them. “Come on, LaRusso, let go of me and finish this.”

Daniel breathes out a pained mewl and lifts his arm, just enough to slam the side of his hand against Johnny’s chest, ending the match as the All Valley Champion.

Ali rushes to the mat, her shrill screams of joy making Johnny’s ears ring. More people follow in her wake and Daniel is finally pulled away from the cradle of Johnny’s thighs, lifted up by the adoring crowd.

Johnny struggles to his feet, and he should be furious about his loss, but it all drains away, the gnawing jealousy and the blind rage, and his shoulders sag with relief as he watches Daniel bask in his victory.

He blinks away the overwhelmed tears in his eyes, grabbing the trophy from the announcer as he elbows his way through the crowd. He hands it to Daniel, and the air between them feels almost electric as his fingers brush against Daniel’s knuckles.

They scent each other through the mass of people, and Johnny’s about to reach out and brush Daniel's sweat-limp hair off his face when he’s yanked back by the collar of his gi like an ill-mannered pup.

Kreese’s jaw looks like it’s carved of cement as he stares at Johnny with furious, disappointed eyes.

“Care to explain yourself, Mr Lawrence?”

#Lawrusso #Lawrusso drabbles and ficlets #this will have a s3xy sequel #lol this will probably get lost under all the TS thirst so i might queue this a second round

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reidsconverse · 3 years

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Okay I see your Spence in Italy and I raise you to Spence in Paris. Renting a small flat for your stay and waking up to see him reading on the balcony with fresh baked croissants from the bakery just below you in front of him. Forcing him to go to that love-lock bridge and him talking about how it doesn't really make sense but you kiss him to shut him up. Planning on going up the eiffel tower on one specific day but the elevator is broken and it's clear after four flights of stairs that spencer is NOT making it up any more so you have to push it back a day. VISITING THE LOUVE AND SEEING ALL THE FAMOUS WORKS god I want to hear Spence teach me all about the evacuation of the ENTIRETY of the Louves collections over the course of only three days during WW2 in order to hide them from Nazis. Anyway...

u have crossed a line anon, this is far too personal!

me and paris have a special connection, i took french for like 8 years and have been there SO many times... (fuck france tho like fr 🤢)

i think about taking him to the cafés that a bunch of his favourite authors would frequent? i feel like he would know a few but you could still surprise him by taking him to some?? this obviously followed by taking him to ✨the✨ bookstore by the river 🥺

i wanna see him outwit the scammers that circulate near touristy areas, you know that one cup game they have? i wanna see spencer beat them at their own game... he wouldn’t take the money but it’d be fun to see it.

picnics by the eiffel tower (something u gotta do at least once) even if you two dont climb it that day you pop into a local boulangerie and grab some things to eat as well purchasing some wine, he doesn’t drink often but its a special occasion.

i also think about dinners out, there’s just something about paris when its seen through touristy eyes that makes everything so glamorous... so y’all go out to a really fancy restaurant. you giggle at spencers face when the garçon mentions snails... opting out of trying them...but the whole night is perfect otherwise. good food, good music, good vibes...

after dinner you’re walking the cobble streets, kind of tipsy and you bump into an older man playing the accordion... its a romantic song you can tell that much but something... the almost drunk part of you, decides to pull spencer closer and get him to dance with you. the older man laughs at the two of of you; watching as spencer twirls you around and tries not to step on your toes. its beautiful, its romantic.

you thank the older man, leaving him a generous sum of money before walking back to your airbnb. you both splurged on this trip, so your room is the height of luxury. you collapse on your bed, sinking into the soft sheets watching as the twinkling lights of the city flood the room. he sits beside you, watching you watch the world outside, trying to refrain from saying anything cheesy; but failing as he says the ever classic “so are you.” when you mention how beautiful the city is and you giggle, rolling your eyes at him but feeling your heart bursting with love....

idk how to end this, but i agree! going to the lourve with him would just be incredible... any museum or gallery infact and he’s in love with the cafés around every corner, its a dream come true for a coffee lover like himself...,theres so much more i can add but im far too upset (that its not real) to continue

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid fluff #on mobile so cant add read more im sorry #tw france 🤢🤢🤢

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phasmwrites · 4 years

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A little bit of love

hello dear friends! it’s been quite a stressful day for me and a lot of other people in the tumblr community for various reasons, so i felt it was imperative to write a little bit of comfort from some of our favorite characters. i got this lovely idea from the amazing @adoringwords pls follow if you don’t already hehe so thank you to evy!! hope you can all find a bit of solace in these words and feel a little more comfortable tonight.

TAGS: @katsukisprincess @togasknifes @redbeanteax @jojosmilktea @bratwritings

a soft huff left your lips as you wearily dropped your bag on the floor, kicking off your shoes and half-hazardly flinging your coat on the rack. life had been kicking your ass and you weren’t quite sure what to do about it. stress, anxiety and sadness weighed heavily on your shoulders and you were drowning in your feelings.

—

Sero Hanta

“babe?” a soft voice called out from the living room.

“hey,” you wearily replied, walking over and dramatically flopping yourself on Sero’s lap.

his hands immediately came up to your hair, running his long, slender fingers through it. he wasn’t sure what was going on and wasn’t really sure what to say either, but he could feel the tension slowly leave your body as you leaned yourself into his touch, eyes fluttering in relief. he continued his motions with one hand while another came to rub at your shoulder, your arms, your sides, simply trying to help and ease you even more.

“thank you,” you replied softly, humming in approval. despite the stresses of the day, you knew that your boyfriend would always find a way to make you feel better.

“anytime,” he whispered back, smiling down at your frame, heart bursting out of his chest. he wasn’t the best with words at times like this but he wanted to always make sure you knew you were loved and would have someone there to make you feel better.

Shinsou Hitoshi

Shinsou appeared in front of you, a frown on his face, lilac eyes attempting to peer into your own but your head was hung in pure exhaustion. a soft tsk left his lips as he crouched down, finally catching your eyes with his own. there was nothing but concern laced on his face, a small tilt to his head as he silently questioned what was wrong.

“‘Toshi,” you whimpered, chin wobbling as you tried not to cry in front of your love.

he immediately stood up, wrapping your shaking frame with his own, holding you close, chin on the top of your head, encouraging you to let it all out. it started with small hiccups but soon turned into great big heaves as you sobbed into his chest. he softly stroked your hair, kissed your head, held you close, anything he could do to give you some bit of comfort.

“i’m not sure what happened love, but i’m here for you. please know that i won’t ever let you be alone in these trying times. always come to me when you’re feeling down. you’re never a burden and i want to help you,” he murmured in your ear, reassuring you more than anything that he was there for you and not ever going to leave you alone.

Mirio Togata

“y/n?” Togata questioned with an unusual frown on his face, hands placed on his hips, assessing the situation.

“it’s nothing Mirio, just, not feeling good today,” you admitted half-handedly, not wanting to bother your boyfriend, especially knowing he dealt with a lot more stress than you on a daily bases.

“well you’re not feeling well, so that is something!” he exclaimed, not taking your nonchalance to heart and instead scooping you up with his arms, body cradled to his warm chest.

you squeaked as he effortlessly picked you up and placed you gently on the couch in the living room, bundling you in a blanket and promising a quick return with a small peck on your forehead.

moments had passed as you stared blankly ahead, but suddenly, your lover had returned, a smile on his face and a pile of drinks and snacks in his hand. he turned on the tv to your favorite Disney movie, snuggled in the blanket with you and, throughout the night, fed you your favorite snacks and drinks.

“thanks Mirio, i really needed this,” you admitted, smiling as you snuggled into his side more.

“of course love! i am always here to help!”

Tamaki Amajiki

you heard no one in the apartment, so you made your way towards the bedroom, being stopped as Tamaki walked out and bumped into you, surprise written on both of your faces.

“welcome home bunny,” he greeted, reaching forward to caress your cheek, frowning when he noticed the blank look on your eyes.

“a-are you okay?” he asked, internally slapping himself for even asking knowing full well that something was wrong.

“everything sucks,” you admitted bluntly, attempting to sneak past him into the bedroom.

you honestly just wanted to sleep your problems away and certainly didn’t want to bring Tamaki into the situation but you also knew you couldn’t lie to him. you were almost to the bed when a gentle grab of your arm stopped you.

“(y/n),” Tamaki started, turning you around and gently pulling you to his chest, kissing the top of your forehead, his body shakier than yours, clearly upset that you were sad. “let’s take a nap, yeah? and then we can maybe get some takeout s-snuggle some more, please?”

you responded wordlessly, slipping out of his grasp and moving back towards the bed. Tamaki beat you to it, pulling back the covers, helping you out of your daily clothes and into some pjs, tucking you into the bed before practically sprinting to the other side, slipping under the covers himself and drawing you to his side, wrapping his gangly frame around your body, essentially acting like a second blanket.

his warm body and slow, even breaths lulled you into a comfortable sleep and Tamaki verbally sighed, happy that you were, even if it was only for the moment, at peace.

Eijiro Kirishima

“hi babe! i made some cookies for today! would you like…” he trailed off, noticing your jutting lip and clenched jaw.

“aw babe, no i’m sorry! if you don’t want one you don’t have to have one!” he exclaimed, frantically waving his hands, attempting to hide the food from your sight.

you continued to watch the scene unfold, your hold on your emotions weakening before you dropped to your knees. well, you almost dropped, but strong arms wrapped around your body before you got a chance to fall, gently pulling you to the floor, rocking you back and forth.

“that isn’t about the cookies, huh?” Kirishima joked, sniffling with you, attempting to hold back his own tears.

seeing you in so much pain took a real toll on him, too, but he would never tell you, wanting to simply comfort you. he just loved you so damn much that he felt your pain.

for what seemed like hours but was really just a few minutes, the two of you rocked on the floor, Kirishima cradling your body with his own, his soft words of love and encouragement bringing you down to a sniffle.

“do you want to talk about it?” he asked, pulling his head away from your own and looking at you with a toothy grin.

“no, i think i’m okay, but i would like a cookie now, please.”

Kirishima, without warning, scooped you off the ground, setting you on the counter and pulled the cookies out, placing the whole plate in front of you. if cookies were what you needed, he would feed you the whole damn pile and more. anything to make you happy.

Denki Kaminari

you heard the sounds of video games being played in the living room, soft cheers and curses from Kaminari as he played. you attempted to sneak behind him into the bedroom but tripped over his shoes that were strewn about, falling to the floor with a thud, blinking owlishly as you tried to understand what was going on.

all the frustrations of the day caught up with you and, without even realizing it, you began to cry, throwing the shoes at what you thought was the wall but really was your boyfriend who came out to see what was going on.

“whoa, babe, i’m sorry, did my shoes make you trip? oh shit, oh shit, oh shit…” he rambled, seeing you on the floor, crying, hands and knees red from catching your fall.

he ran over to you, almost tripping himself, scooping you in his arms, apologizing over and over again about the shoes, not understanding what was going on but not wanting to leave you to cry alone.

“it’s not about your stupid shoes Denki,” you cried, pushing him away, frustration evident in your voice. he moved away, sitting crossed legged away from you, panic evident on his face. “it’s just, everything. i’m so tired, i don’t know what to do, but i’m not happy right now.”

“oh baby, fuck, and i just made it worse. i’m so sorry. here, c’mon, come lay with me,” he cooed, helping you up off the floor and to the couch.

your head laid gently on his legs, blanket wrapped tightly around his body, as he began playing video games, explaining the situation to you, making funny commentary and even helping you learn, cheering you on every time you did something good and encouraging you when you were struggling.

after a few hours, you two were sitting side by side, elbows bumping, competitively playing, lost in your own world, laughing and crying and screaming, letting your emotions out in a healthy way.

“i’m so proud of you babe!” Kaminari exclaimed after you finally managed to beat him, reaching up to give you a high five. “and not just because of the game. you’re so amazing and smart and i’m so happy to be with you. i’m sorry i’m not the best with words but i hope i helped you at least a little bit today.”

“you did Denki, you really did, so thank you so much. now stop changing the subject. i wanna play again, and i’ll beat you yet again!”

Bakugou Katsuki

“oi, quit making a racket out there, i’m trying to focus!” Bakugou called from the kitchen, presumably working on something important.

when he didn’t hear you yell something back to him, he cocked his head, confused, and scooted his chair out, walking out to investigate what was going on. he didn’t see you by the front door and that only confused him more. soft shuffling could be heard from the bedroom so he made his way towards the door, busting it open and seeing nothing.

“where the hell are you?” he asked, turning on the light and seeing a lump under the comfort, the bed softly shaking as you attempted to stop crying.

Bakugou sighed, heart breaking at the sight, feeling mad at himself for yelling at you earlier. he moved towards the bed, flinching as he saw you curl into yourself, pulling the blankets tighter around your body.

“shitty woman, let me in. i’m cuddling you,” he stated matter-of-fact, pulling the blanket out from under your body, wrapping his arms around you and dragging you close to him, a sigh once again leaving his lips.

“why didn’t you come and talk to me?”

“you sounded busy. i didn’t want to bother you,” you admitted, hiccuping as you attempted to catch your breath from crying.

“i know i act like an ass sometimes, but i want, no i need, you to know that you are more important than some stupid paperwork and i absolutely want you to bother me over that. do you understand? don’t come hide in here, i’m here to make you feel better, okay?”

“o-okay,” you cried, turning around and nuzzling your face into his neck, inhaling his caramel scent and instantly calming down.

“i love you, you dumbass, i really love you,” Bakugou admitted, kissing the top of your head and squeezing you tighter, signaling that he was not going to let you leave this bed anytime soon.

Izuku Midoriya

you grabbed the side of the wall, steadying yourself and breathing deeply, preparing to enter the house and face the ever cheery Midoriya. you knew even one ounce of sadness and he would pounce on you like a mother hen and, while that was probably what you needed, that was not what your boyfriend deserved, knowing he has his own stressful days often. you always kissed his scars, ran your fingers through his hair, did everything you could to make him feel good, and you needed to be able to do that today, no matter how you were feeling.

that plan went out the window, however, as you walked into the house, Midoriya instantly walking over to grab your face in his hands and reaching forward to plant a kiss to your lips.

“what’s wrong, my love?” he asked, eyes wide with concern, glassy from trying to hold back his own tears.

“Izuku, it’s nothing, really. how was your day?” you asked, putting on a fake smile, hoping that you would be able to trick him.

“my day was just fine, so don’t worry about me, okay? let me take care of you today.”

you sighed, shoulders sagging as you let go of the brave face, tears pricking the corners of your eyes. Izuku led you into the kitchen and helped you sit down, bringing you a cup of water and some food, watching to make sure you ate and drank something. once you were done and dishes were in the sink, he brought you into the bathroom, setting up a warm bath for you and leaving you to relax.

when you padded into the bedroom, adorned in a fluffy robe and silky pjs, Midoriya had soft music playing, sweet smelling candles and thick blankets all set up. he sat at the side of the bed, eyes hopeful and pleading, arms outstretched as he silently asked you to join him. you melted into his arms, limbs meshing together as you found a comfy cuddling position, a huff leaving your lips as you finally relaxed.

“thank you ‘Zuku,” you whispered into his chest, squeezing him tightly in a hug.

“you do so much for me (y/n), i wish i could repay you for everything you have ever done. i will go to the ends of the earth just to make you happy. i love you so much.”

Shouto Todoroki

you sighed, tension gripping your body, stiffly moving to the couch and sitting down next to Todoroki in the living room with a huff.

“what’s wrong?” he asked simply, turning so he sat cross legged on the couch, motioning for you to move and join him.

when you were resituated, you sighed once more, going into detail about everything you were feeling. you didn’t hold back on any detail, tears coming and going, a wide range of emotions flitting between your face, from sadness, to anger, to confusion, to defeat. through it all, Todoroki sat and listened, eyes never leaving yours, hands gripping your own, soothing circles being rubbed into them with his thumbs.

when you were done, he removed one of his hands from your lap and wiped your tears away, finally cupping your face and leaning in for a long and soft kiss, bringing your breathing down to a normal pace, your heart racing from love, not anxiety.

“what can i do to help you?” he asked once he pulled away, his hand staying on your cheek, other squeezing your hand in encouragement.

you blinked once, twice, three times. your brain simply couldn’t process the fact that you had such a wonderfully loving person in your life who just wanted to take care of you and help you.

“you’ve done so much just by listening. can we just eat and relax tonight? i know you’re really busy and if…” you began rambling, being cut off once again by a pair of lips on your own.

he pulled away, eyes twinkling in mischief. “i’ll order your favorite food and we’ll stay in tonight and eat on the couch. you can keep talking to me about your feelings all night if you want. i’m here for you and i’m going to make sure you feel better. don’t worry about my schedule. nothing is more important than making you feel better right now.”

#phasm.recs #these are so wonderful candy each and every single one made my heart happy

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