#but he can also be a bit helicopter-y.. he just wants to protect his loved ones and wants them to be happy:(

[ozzgin]

Hi, first i wanted to thank you for doing my first request, it's amazing 😍. Since you did it so fast i wanted to ask for something else.

Could you do something with a Prehistoric reader. She's from the Jurassic like Pickle, she was frozen and brought back to life like him. However she's less agressive and a bit smarter than him. I kinda saw her like a big ( dangerous ) mama Bear, who likes those tiny humans.

I trust you for the rest, you can choose if you want to write about first meeting with fighters (which i find funny in the anime by the way ), how she was during Pickle's fight or what's her interactions with the fighters ...

Thank you for reading this , bye.

I’m so glad you enjoyed it! The speed may vary depending on how easily I can visualize the prompt, since I need a solid movie in my head before putting it into words. Not very efficient but so far it’s been working haha. :’)

Baki Characters x Prehistoric! Fem Reader

Featuring Pickle’s challengers: Kaiou Retsu, Katsumi Orochi, Jack Hanma and Baki Hanma.

Backstory

A million thoughts raced the scientists’ minds upon discovering not just one, but two subjects perfectly maintained within the saline block. Were you partners? Would it be possible or expected that you continue your ancient lineage? While the idea was incredibly tempting from a researcher’s perspective, it was equally dangerous. They considered separating the two of you in order to avoid the risk, but they soon discovered that your help was needed to protect everyone else from the enraged prehistoric man.

The female specimen seemed to have a much more docile and cooperative temperament, with strong maternal instincts. Could it be that she viewed the much smaller modern humans as children? (Y/N) wasn’t that dumb. She could very well tell that these new forms of her own image are matured, but she could also easily asses how fragile they are based on their extreme fear and helplessness against Pickle. They haven’t showed any intent to attack her or Pickle, so she had no reason to be hostile. Pickle was rather frustrated by her frequent scolding, but his expressions seemed to indicate that (Y/N) always had a kind heart towards weaker creatures and it wasn’t his first time having to satisfy her pity. He begrudgingly accepted it.

The Meeting

Truth be told, most of the men had gathered in order to measure up Pickle’s strength. And he was eager to prove it after his quick encounter with Yuujirou’s mysterious techniques. It was only when you stood up and let out a warning growl that they realized the faint beads of sweat forming on their foreheads. Pickle had immediately cleared the way and even the Ogre himself grounded his stance, ready for anything. What a majestic creature, they all thought. Feminine beauty carefully chiseled into a powerful physique, adorned with muscles that would put any bodybuilder today to shame. The same arms that lovingly cradle infants with motherly devotion could easily crush bones and twist frail bodies.

The smell of fear lingered for aggravatingly long moments. You gently placed your large hand on Yuujirou’s shoulder and used the other one to point behind him. Only then did they notice the bright helicopter lights and pleading voices asking them to evacuate. You were looking out for them.

Kaiou Retsu

He’d love to challenge you. Truly. But not only are you a woman, you’ve also never shown Pickle’s excitement for battle. He respects your decision and would never impose his wishes on you.

After his fight with Pickle, he wakes up intact and notices you standing over his wounded body. A miserable smile spreads over his face as the realization hits him: you just don’t want to harm them. That’s why you never fight.

He’s not sure what hurts most. The damage Pickle has done, or his ego after realizing that all you have for them is pity. He’s going to need to find other ways to impress you.

Retsu later catches you trying to reproduce some of his moves and wonders if he’d be allowed to teach you martial arts. Or would that make you too dangerous?

Katsumi Orochi

Unlike Retsu, the damage he’s done to his arm couldn’t be prevented. You allow Pickle to remove the limb given the extensive injury.

Like a father that just played too hard with his children, Pickle follows you around apologetically, as if explaining he had no fault in this.

Katsumi is a little shocked to find you in his hospital room. Embarrassed to be seen in such a vulnerable state by someone like you, he waves his arm frantically and rattles the sheets, mumbling explanations and reassurances. You just stare in confusion. He forgot you can’t understand language.

You wonder if he can survive with one missing limb, as back in your day this handicap could’ve proven fatal in the long run. Should you provide the food for him? The hospital staff entrusts you to deliver Katsumi his meals after they noticed you hunting in the guest garden.

You insist on helping with grooming duties like hair brushing, though Katsumi had to thoroughly gesticulate he’s not as open to being naked in front of you. Please don’t assist him when he’s changing his clothes. Let him have the last remaining bit of manliness.

Jack Hanma

How stubborn! Jack is the first one to feel your mama bear anger. After the fight with Pickle he kept coming back for more, despite being barely conscious. Pickle was becoming increasingly afraid of upsetting you and would throw you worried looks, unsure how to proceed. Eventually you put Jack in a headlock and dragged him back to the hospital yourself.

The next time Jack wakes up, he notices you standing in the door frame, arms folded and flexed in a threatening manner. He can’t help but chuckle at the view. To think that a woman would have such an iron grip on him. Well, you’re no ordinary woman.

As before, you’re unsure of his recovering abilities. You attempt to feed him yourself several times and Jack has to politely suggest that he’s not as frail as you might think. Though somewhere deep down he might secretly enjoy being spoiled like this. He’d never, ever admit it.

Baki Hanma

Baki took you through a rollercoaster of emotions; from being worried that such a tiny, young boy insists on challenging the prehistoric man to squealing in shock at his unexpected strength. You couldn’t help but wonder if you’d be able to defeat him if you were standing there instead of Pickle.

Unlike the others, Baki has no issue relying on you. In fact, he’s almost shameless about it. Absolutely he is too injured to walk! You can go ahead and carry him. He’ll quickly wrap his arms around your neck and cling to you, grinning.

I think he’d really love the idea that someone as strong as you is also kind and likable. He doesn’t have to worry about proving himself or that you’d look down on him. He’s really craving this newly fond protectiveness of a mother.

He likes teasing Pickle by holding onto you whenever he sees you. The Jurassic man has been on the edge ever since you’ve started becoming attached to these tiny humans. He almost can’t get a moment alone with you. Which makes him extra irritable. You sigh at the two menaces that find new ways to mess with you.

[berryzxx]

Hello! I just read your latest Grayson fic and it was so good! I was wondering if you could maybe do another Grayson fic, maybe one where the reader got injured and Grayson is all worried (totally not asking cause I got hurt at my gymnastics comp. Last week) if you don’t want to I totally get it!

Completely fine

Summary: You've been injured and Grayson is pisses, not at you but at himself for leaving you

Grayson Hawthorne x reader

Was it my fault? Not entirely. I mean if Avery hadn't convinced me to come to their skiing resort I would never have injured my ankle and I would currently not be sat in the cosy living room waiting for my boyfriend to appear.

Avery stood pacing the room, looking out the floor to ceiling window every few minutes "I bet he's going to be so angry"

I shook my head trying to ease her nerves. He wouldn't be angry at her, he'd be angry at himself.

"He won't be, trust me."

She paused her constant walking and stopped in front of me, eyebrows drawn together in concern "Are you sure it doesn't hurt too much? I've heard elevating your leg helps with-"

"I'm completely fine. Also, isn't elevating your leg for a broken leg and not a twisted ankle?"

She sighed and sat down next to me, as much as her worry for me was cute it was slightly over bearing. I was fine. Mostly.

"Go and ski with Jamie, I'll be fine"

She looked outraged and what I had just said "I'm not leaving you here!"

I rolled my eyes and placed my hand on her arm "I am completely fine. It's not as if I was good at skiing anyways. Enjoy your time here, it's for you to destress" She bit her lip and contemplated her options before finally standing up "Your sure?"

I nodded my head urging her to enjoy her time here. She cast me one more worried glance before heading outside to one of the ski slopes. As soon as she left it was as if Grayson had heard and had appeared out of nowhere.

"What happened?" His large strides ate up the space between the front door and where I was sat as he stood in front of me, concern and anger clear on his expression.

I shrugged and gave him a small smile "I kind of-fell. And twisted my ankle while falling"

His jaw clenched again, whether it was at my stupidity I didn't know. He came to sit next to me and lightly ran his hand over my ankle "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, Gray. It's nothing too serious"

He stopped inspecting my injury and turned to face me "It is that serious. When I got a call from Avery saying you were hurt I was thinking of the worst possible scenarios and they all ended without you by my side"

He paused for a moment before adding quietly "Do you know how terrifying it is not knowing what's happened to the person you love?"

I wrapped my hand around his, hoping my warmth would soften his fear and to show him I was ok.

"I'm fine. I'm right here with you"

He looked at me for another moment as if making sure for himself if I was actually fine and then shifted himself, so his arm was around my waist.

"Are you sure? That your ok? We can get you to a hospital in under twenty minutes, or we could call someone here. I don't mind getting the helicopter-"

"Grayson. I. am. fine. Ok? Stop worrying"

He placed a kiss on my head "I can't. Not when your hurt" He whispered. My heart melted at the soft words and the realisation of how much he loved me.

"I promise if my ankle hurts at all I'll tell you"

We sat in silence but I could tell Grayson was still pissed at something.

I looked up at him and sure enough he was grinding his teeth together, his eyebrows furrowed in annoyance. "What's wrong? And don't say nothing"

I smiled because he had opened his mouth and was about to say what he usually did "Nothing".

"I wasn't there to protect you Y/n. That's what's wrong. I should have come with you. I'm sorry. Your in pain because of me"

"What? It's not your fault. I'm the one who went down the slope knowing full well I'm shit at skiing"

He pressed another kiss to my cheek "I'll teach you how to ski, sweetheart. Maybe then you won't injure yourself as much"

I rolled my eyes "Just because your the best at everything"

"I am. I'm also the best at falling in love with the most gorgeous people"

I blushed at the compliment and snuggled closer to his warmth.

"What was it you were saying before? Something about Christmas movies?"

I grinned at him and at how well he knew me.

[in-act-ive]

Soldier 76 x Grandson!Reader

Request : yes , " well, can i request platonic soldier76's reaction, that a newcomer!male!reader, who is kind and sometimes reckless, that is his grandson, and had to look after himself to early, like never got to know his parents nor relatives. And jack probably got the news from winston through a dna test " for @lufenianwol !

Type : headcanons

A / N : I hope this is what you wanted! I haven't written for him in AGES but it was fun to do it again!

To be honest when Jack first saw you he was a bit concerned by your reckless attitude

He really only liked you because their teammates seemed to enjoy your company

He kept his distance though

Jack felt weird about you but he couldn't place his finger on what made him feel off

Y / N asked Winston to run some DNA tests to find his family

Jack hadn't known about it until Winston told him the results

He was taken aback to say the least

You on the other hand really didn't seem to care. You we're really only looking for your parents and siblings if you had any

Jack was at first confused about this whole mess. Was it luck or was it someone playing a trick on him? Trying to makw him go soft?

Seeing Jack was ex - military and his relationship with TALON he felt off and was more distant than before

He avoided you like the plague

After the denial of everything he started to accept very slowly

Acceptance came with anger

'How could anyone do that to a child?' He'd asked Winston and Tracer multiple times

Slowly his anger did end up fading into nothing but loving dad energy

If you couldn't have a good dad he'd tried to fill the spot

Once Jack finally opened up to you and tried to have a relationship instead of just being a complete bitch and avoiding you and anything to deal with you he promises to protect you with his life

Jack lets you have the childhood you wished you could have had as a older teen / adult

He may be a little bit of a helicopter parent due to your dumbassary but he's trying to just be good enough

Once you do have a stronger bond he's very cheesy when you're alone or around teammates

He'd tease you about anyone you dare look at

Jack would also spoil you rotten

Anything you wanted, he was going to get you

Over all, he grows to love you like a son and supports you through everything

Note: This was not spell checked nor grammer checked! I apologize in advance for the mistakes

[solitaireships]

Miguel Headcanon Dump!

I've been bored at my internship so! Here are some hcs that I have about Miguel with the version of him that I'm dating

Divider by chachachannah

He’s autistic, depressed, and has PTSD

One of his biggest stims is that he has is blinking repeatedly, and he’s also big on tapping his fingers on things, sometimes with his talons

Sometimes he goes non-verbal when he’s really tired or stressed. He’ll either write things out or draw things that he’s trying to convey. He usually needs a good amount of time alone after that to recharge, and napping helps him feel better

His main special interest is genetics

I’ve kinda fused his movie and comic version together for the version that I’m dating. That means that the basic spider society plotline is still there and part of his story with Piera, but also that everything from his original run was before that. He largely has his movie appearance too, but with a couple exceptions

Exception 1: He wears tinted glasses like he does in the comics. It helps him when he’s out of his costume bcs his advanced vision makes him very light sensitive

Exception 2: He has curly, red-brown hair, but he usually slicks it back to be styled like it is in the movie

Exception 3: He has spinnerets on his inner arms that produce webs. He largely uses these instead of the laser-like ones from the movie

Exception 4: His fangs are not retractable and they’re always down. This leads to him mumbling when he speaks a lot publicly, not wanting to make them obvious. When he first got them, they gave him a bit of a lisp, but he’s mostly managed to learn how to speak around them without lisping now. He does lisp a little bit still when he’s tired or upset tho

He loves to wear a lot of greens and blues. He also likes a lot of cozy stuff and does have a pair of cat slippers

My appearance hc for him that comes from neither the comics or the movie tho is that he does have body hair

Lyla was included with his apartment and Xina helped to get her set up

Xina was Gabriella’s mom, tho the two of them had split before he had replaced the other Miguel

When he stretches or yawns, sometimes his talons come out

He simultaneously has game and is bitchless. He’s complex like that

He’s a terrible driver. He doesn’t have a car and will almost always default to sitting in the passenger seat

He’s not big on PDA bcs he doesn’t want to ruin his image as a tough loner. But also he does like to hold hands with Piera <3

He likes cooking but never has time to do it, so a lot of the time he just has Lyla order takeout

He has a nice singing voice, but he doesn’t sing much anymore. When he did, it was usually him singing lullabies to Garbiella

When he first got his powers he would accidentally break things all the time because he didn’t realize how strong he was

Off of that one tho, he’s always super gentle with the people that he cares about. Lots of soft touches and little affectionate things

He’s also very protective of the people that he cares about, sometimes too much so to the point of being kind of helicopter-y. He can also become protective to the point of self destruction

He is not a morning person and will try to sleep as long as he can past his alarm before Lyla forces him out of bed. When he gets up, he’ll be grumpy and not tend to be fully awake until he gets at least a cup of coffee

One of his college boyfriends ended up becoming the 2099 version of Mysterio

He’s a big fan of cheesy action movies

[genshin-obsessed]

Hiii! Can I request something? Could you do Kazuha and Ayato father headcanons? But we are their kid! Ty if you decide to do this!

This was such a cute idea, that I literally stopped everything I was doing to write it and I'm so happy with the result. Like.. i gotta do more of these ;w; Also raiden is part of ayato's section, idc i think she can be besties with them if she stopped being so sour. btw, reader is abouuuttt 5-7 years old here ^w^

Daddy Day Care

Kaedehara Kazuha

Kazuha is a great father. He’s the supportive type, the one who’s there to listen to all your troubles and woes. He’s great at giving advice and he always tries his best to create a comforting atmosphere. He is a single father and the last thing he wants is for you to have a hard time talking to him.

He’s quite protective, but he’s careful not to go overboard. He doesn’t want to be a helicopter parent. Ever. *shudders*

The crew loves you by the way. Kazuha’s little kid- that’s your name. Sometimes on a good day it’s just “squirt”. Though Kazuha loves his crew, he is careful, he has to be. They’re not the most trustworthy and one of them almost threw you off the ship by accident! Oh man, when Kazuha saw that, he swore his soul left his body as you clung onto the net that hung over the ship. Never again.

The only one he really, really trusts you with is Beidou and Lumine. They can take you off on adventures and he’ll be all anxious but he’ll know that they’re taking good care of his little baby. Though Lumine and Beidou don’t actually take you on crazy adventures, you’re still a little kid. Lumine takes you to visit people like Zhongli or Madam Ping. She’s also offered to take you to Mondstadt if Kazuha allows it. Beidou takes you on walks through Liyue city or just when she goes on errands for anything. 

Kazuha has started teaching you how to fight. Little by little, you’ve gotten better. You’ve always wanted to use his sword, but it's still a bit heavy for you. So those little wooden swords will have to do for now. Beidou has also given you a tip or two about fighting though her style is COMPLETELY different from your father’s. Similarly, Lumine has also given her input and you’re always surprised that she can wield three elements without having an actual vision. Even your dad can’t understand it. Hell, Lumine, herself, barely understands it.

Overall, Kazuha is a great dad. He’s protective, caring, supportive, and he loves you more than anything else in this world. He hopes that there will be a day when he can take you back to Inazuma and show you what your home should’ve been like.

“Daddy?” You called as you walked towards Kazuha, who was staring out at Liyue from where the ship had stopped. His vermillion eyes flickered to you, lighting up immediately.

“Hey, (y/n).” You walked to him, holding your arms out so he could lift you up. Kazuha placed you in his lap and you were able to see the city of Liyue not too far.

“Why can’t we go?”

“To Liyue? We can go, I just didn’t know you wanted to.”

“Can we go? Please!” Kazuha chuckled at your adorableness before nodding and standing up.

“Sure.” He took you back to his room, where he got you dressed for a trip off the ship. Once you were ready, the two of you set out for Liyue.

***

You and Kazuha walked up the steps to enter Liyue from the docks and your eyes were wandering around with pure joy. You loved coming to Liyue, especially with your dad and Lumine since she knew like everyone around here.

“Is that… Kazuha and little (y/n)!” A familiar voice called out. You both looked in the direction to see Paimon and Lumine walking to you.

“Paimon!” You said with cheer as Kazuha let go of your hand. You raced toward the traveler and her floating companion, giving them both a hug.

“How are you today, (y/n)?” Lumine asked, as she ruffled your hair. You gave her a giggle and pointed to Kazuha, who was walking up behind you.

“Daddy and I came to Liyue for a bit! What are you doing here?”

“Helping around as usual. Actually, Kazuha… there was something I wanted to talk to you about.” Lumine started, as she looked towards your dad.

“Sure. Everything ok?”

“Yeah, everything’s fine. I was just thinking… since it’s a bit safer now in Inazuma… would you like to go back? I mean the fighting with the Raiden Shogun is over, the decree has come to an end and they’ll most likely let you through. You can actually take (y/n) back there to show her around.” There was a strange look that crossed Kazuha’s face.

He had fought with Lumine against Kujou Sara and had even saved her from getting struck down by Raiden Shogun. It was much safer but… he wasn’t sure. Maybe he was still scared things would go back to the way they were before.

“It’ll be ok, Kazuha,” Paimon started, “I’m sure it’ll be just fine! Besides, we’ll be there with you!”

Kazuha bent down to your height, taking your little hands in his. You see, your mother was from Inazuma but she was no longer alive. The only thing Kazuha could’ve done was take you and run and he did. You were too young to remember anything about Inazuma and you often asked him about what your home looked like. But Kazuha wasn’t sure if he was ready to go back. So… he needed to ask you.

“You remember how you always asked me about home? How it looked and how mama looked too?” You nodded, of course you remembered. You asked him all the time.

“Would… you like to go and find out?” Your eyes lit up almost immediately and you nodded.

“Yeah! Yeah, I wanna go see! Can we? Please?” Kazuha chuckled as tears welled up in eyes. He didn’t think he’d ever be going back…

Lumine placed a hand on his shoulder and gave him a smile. Kazuha sighed and pulled you in for a hug, kissing your cheek.

“Let’s go home, then.”

Kamisato Ayato

Ayato is the busy dad. Like super, duper busy. But because of this, he does his best to find days off for you. Like this man will work himself to the bone if it meant you two could have one day together.

On those days it’s everything you want. Wanna walk around Inazuma city? Wanna visit the Yae Publishing House? Komore Teahouse? Whatever you want is what you’ll get.

Ayato has you on his mind, like, constantly. Sometimes he’ll get distracted and when he’s asked what he’s thinking about, he’ll give them some memory of you as a baby or something. Like “aww, I remember when they could barely walk. They used to crawl and just topple over”. Tbh.. it’s kinda adorable. It makes the women swoon like “ooh he’s such a family man”.

Everyone loves you. Your auntie Ayaka spoils the hell out of you even though Ayato tells her to wait a bit but no, she’ll do no such thing. Thoma is your babysitter- one and only. He’s good at EVERYTHING, including taking care of children.

Ayato does trust everyone in his home to care for you but if he wants zero anxiety, then it’ll have to be Ayaka or Thoma. There was one time he let Aether take you on a walk and almost had a heart attack when he saw Itto throw you up into the air and almost fail to catch you. You should’ve seen him- he’d never looked that scared before. There’s a rule for Itto now: ten feet apart. At ALL times.

Ayato has shown you how to fight. Mainly he and Ayaka teach you but Thoma has done so as well. Of course, his fighting style is much different but the more knowledge the better. Now you can fight with swords and polearms!

Ayato is a very busy man, but even so, you’re his top priority. He can’t be there all the time but he’s always there for as much as he can find time for. He’s never missed a birthday, never missed a special day at school, and he’ll continue to find time. He loves you and cherishes you above all else.

“Where is daddy?” You asked, your big innocent eyes looking up at Ayaka. She gave you a reassuring smile, patting your head.

“He’s just running late, I’m sure he’ll be here soon enough.” She insisted as Thoma bent down to pick you up.

“Why don’t we go ahead? I’m sure there’s a snack cart nearby!” He said cheerfully. You still had a frown on your face but you nodded anyway. Ayato had been much busier this last week and a half so you didn’t see him as much. Today was your birthday and you really wanted to spend some time with him, especially since there was a festival happening on your birthday. But… you hadn’t seen him all day. You were disappointed to say the least.

“What do you want? I’m sure there’s lots of options!” Thoma said as he walked to the snack carts that were the closest to the entrance. But before you could get too far, you heard Ayaka call you. When you and Thoma looked back, you saw Ayato walking with Aether and a woman dressed in all purple.

“He makes friends with the weirdest people…” Thoma commented, looking at Aether. He just brought the Shogun to a festival. And she looked excited?

“Daddy!” Thoma dropped you to your feet and you ran to Ayato as fast as you could. The man smiled and held his arms open for you.

“Hey, birthday baby! I’m sorry I’m late.” He said with an apologetic smile. You pouted, crossing your arms and looking away.

“I’m mad at you.”

“You’re angry?” Ayato frowned, “I’m sorry, I know I was late but I’ll make it up to you! You see, I have a day off tomorrow. I’m sorry it couldn’t be today.” You looked at him before a smile came over your face.

“I want lots of snacks today! Tons of them!”

“Tons of snacks? You’ll turn into a snack yourself if you eat that many.” Ayaka teased, poking your back. You giggled and shook your head.

“Nu uh!”

“Yeah, huh!” Thoma added, fixing a bit of your hair. You had to look fancy for your day today.

“All the snacks for you then.” Ayato said with a nod as you looked at Aether. He placed a small box in your hand.

"Happy birthday, (y/n)."

"Thank you, uncle!" You said with a bright smile before your eyes finally landed on the woman beside him. “Daddy, who’s that?”

“That- oh. Uh, ahem. This is the Raiden Shogun. We’ve talked about her before. She’s here with uncle Aether.” You looked at the archon with wide eyes filled with wonder.

“Um.. yes?” She asked, a bit uncomfortable with how much you were staring.

“You’re so pretty!” She blushed and looked down.

“Th-thank you…” it was a bit awkward since Ayato, Ayaka, and Thoma had… history with Raiden Shogun but she didn’t seem to share that awkwardness. Maybe because she was too entranced by the entire festival. Aether showed her around with no problems and you just… tagged along. So of course, your dad, auntie, and best friend Thoma followed too.

By the end of it all, you and Shogun were walking around tasting whatever treats and snacks looked good while the others just watched from afar. She literally walked around the festival, holding your hand and asking if you were interested in a snack or a toy or something. You were enjoying your birthday with the literal Shogun and you seemed to like her! Though, she’d almost killed uncle Aether and best friend Thoma but you didn’t need to know that.

“You know (y/n)’s gonna ask to hang out with Raiden Shogun after.” Thoma said to Ayato, who immediately shook his head.

“No.”

[meowzfordayz]

meows for days

Author’s Note: kitties have my whole heart. 😻 As do Zenitsu, Inosuke, and Tanjirou! As do all the Hashira !! HeLp !!! 🥴

meows for days

Kamaboko x Reader

Word Count: ~3,000

CW: explicit language

Request Fulfilled: Tanjiro x reader, Zenitsu x reader, and Inosuke x reader where a box of kittens are abandoned at the butterfly estate and reader and the character help take care and play with the kittens and it would be super cute and fluffy

~faqs~

Would initially think it’s a prank

Or a trap

Kittens can be deadly, yanno? 😳

#exploding kittens #the card game

But like, “Zeni, who would use kittens as a trap?”

“Someone trying to lure you,” he retorts, arms crossed suspiciously

Okaaay

Fair point 😅

BUT, the tiny box sitting outside the Butterfly Mansion just looks so…

Not threatening

“I guess we’ll have to take that risk,” you shrug, peering into the box

Four adorable balls of fur mewl, crawling around and over each other 

Poor darlings you frown to yourself This box is waaay too small

“[y/n]!” Zenitsu’s eyes widen as he tugs nervously at your elbow, “It could be dangerous!”

You raise an eyebrow, squatting beside the box

Aha! Zenitsu’ll fall in love with you for sure!

Carefully, you pluck a kitten from the box, cuddling it to your chest

“Meeew, meeew, meeew.”

“IT’S A SIGNAL! IT’S A SIGNAL! IT’S A SIGNAL! [Y/N]! IT’S-”

This dumb mf 🙃

You smack his chest, “OUCH!”, and hand him the noisy kitten

Instinctively, he holds it gently like you knew he would, expression softening the moment its mewing lessens

“Is it still a signal?” you smirk

He hushes you, actually hushes you, as he runs a shy finger down its spine

“It’s… it’s so… so…”

—I firmly believe Zenitsu has tears in his eyes at this point

—Has he ever held a kitten canonically before?

—Idk! 😂

—But is it a life changing experience ??

—Heck yeah !!!!! 🥳

“Well there are three more,” you almost coo at him #heart eyes for men w/ kittens, taking another lil cutie from the box

Zenitsu becomes classic cat dad

Like

Didn’t want cats, got cats, and now doesn’t trust anybody but himself w/ the cats

That kind of classic cat dad

Shinobu was highly uninterested in having cats living at the Butterfly Mansion

So Zenitsu tried the trick you used on him, on her

It… 

Didn’t go as well 😬

But still worked ??

Not so much the trick #RIP Zenitsu after pulling that stunt 😵

Mostly just that Shinobu could tell the kittens wouldn’t survive otherwise

And even tho she’s not a fan of furry creatures, she doesn’t want four more innocent souls on her conscience

Zenitsu is a #helicopter cat dad

Assisted by his heightened hearing, and moving speed

He thinks it’s fate

Is this why I’m a Thunder Breathing user ?? To hear and save and protect my kittens ??

You’re verrry patient w/ him — no need to tell him cats can get down from countertops and tables just fine on their own 🙄

Or that every meow doesn’t mean hUnGrY

—LOL ofc every meow means hUnGrY

Fortunately, Zenitsu’s also deeply invested in their health, so he doesn’t overfeed them

He:

Regularly clips their nails: three of them are easy going about it, but the fourth he has to swaddle

Bathes with them: ngl it’s fricking precious when you catch cat dad Zenitsu bathing w/ his children — they’re curious and well behaved, calm as he gently scrubs them… except for the fourth (the fourth watches disdainfully from the edge of the tub)

Brushes their fur daily (they’re longhaired), an hr each, because, “They purr the whole time!” — which, they do, but that’s four hrs daily spent brushing cats (the fourth, surprisingly, falls asleep during brush hr)

Goes hunting, daily, so they can, “Eat fresh!”

Takes them on walks: they pitter patter behind him, tails perked, and you can’t resist smiling fondly whenever he interrupts your chores or training or whatever — he’ll hold your hand for a bit as you chat, cats weaving between your legs, head butting your calves

Refuses to let anyone else help him

He’s a #jealous cat dad

Doesn’t let anyone else feed or groom his cats

Claims it’s bc nobody else:

Would clip their nails properly, and he insists on using a specific technique (won’t show anyone the technique tho)

Would participate fully in bathtime, and he insists on a personal experience vs simply “dumping them in a bucket”

Would brush their fur for the full hr, and he insists he can tell the difference between 59 minutes of brushing and an hr of brushing

Would hunt fresh meat for every meal, and he insists on never feeding them anything dried, frozen, or preprepared

Would be able to get them to follow them for walks, and he insists that walks are crucial to their emotional and mental wellbeing

“What about when you’re sent on a mission?” you ask him quietly

He’s 47 minutes into his allotted brushing time, sitting cross legged with a cat on his lap, the remaining three sprawled nearby

“I…” he falters, freezing mid stroke, “I guess, could you take care of them?”

You smile gently, bending down to press a kiss to his forehead, “I would be honored, but… Zeni, what if we’re both sent on missions?”

Zenitsu’s eyes close as he inhales and exhales

A sheepish expression flitting across his face

“I should…” he nibbles at his bottom lip, hesitant, “I should be less possessive?”

You laugh cheerfully, poking the dent between his eyebrows, “You’ll always be overprotective cat dad… but you need to trust more people to take care of them. Perhaps Aoi? You know she’s caring and attentive to details. It’ll ease the pressure of being their primary caretaker, and… when you do have to leave, hopefully the guilt’ll feel… more manageable.”

He swallows, glancing at the ball of fur—his fast growing, beautiful, ball of fur—purring in his lap, and nods

“Thank you.”

You chuckle, twirling a bouncy tendril of his hair around your pinky, “Whatever for?”

“For handing me the kitten,” he smiles brightly, scratching under his cat’s jaw, “And for looking out for me — for looking out for them.”

Would be extremely curious and HYPED after your discovery of a box of kittens

Ofc he has positive intentions, but he’s also the embodiment of chaotic toddler energy

“Kocho-sama, could we please shelter these kittens? They’re so… tiny,” you hold out the box for her to peer into

Shinobu tries not to flinch at the three scraps of fur, noting their poor condition, “What if they eat Fugu?”

Inosuke scowls beside you, gently, protectively, taking the box from you

You interject before he ruins any chance of Shinobu agreeing, “How about until they’re healthy?”

Shaking her head, “If we shelter them until they’re healthy, then everyone’ll become attached and this’ll become their permanent residence,” Shinobu sighs resignedly, “They may stay here under the condition of: if they eat Fugu, then neither of you will be welcomed here again.”

Inosuke’s about to protest What if we’re injured? You’ll just let us die because our cats ate your dumb fish?!, so you stomp on his foot instead

Damn it [y/n] !! I’m carrying precious cargo !! his glare communicates, big toe throbbing

Shinobu claps cheerfully, flaring her haori as she spins around

And leaves

Err

“Well, we better make sure these kittens don’t grow up into fish killers,” you mutter

Inosuke ignores you

Lap full of kittens as he sits on the ground

You blink

You blink again

Rub your eyes

He’s sitting on the ground, boar head off, lap full of kitten

“I didn’t wanna scare ‘em,” he answers before you can even ask

Ugh 😍

It’s not like you forget how pretty he is bc he’s your partner — you’re basically the only person who gets to see him, boar head off, on a regular basis

But

Pretty man w/ his lap full of kittens

Pretty man w/ his rough voice, volatile mannerisms, and just overall weirdities

W/ HIS LAP FULL OF KITTENS

—Btw I doubt “weirdities” is a word, but c’mon: man can dislocate everything at will and wiggle through a tunnel ?? That’s #weird

—And obvi awesome !!

—Still #weird tho

You squeal in delight, moving to rest your hands on his shoulders as his ears redden

You’re the only person he won’t immediately shrug off 🥺

He’s too distracted atm anyway

Inosuke quickly turns into #trainer cat dad

Once they’re weaned off formula and confirmed to be in satisfactory health

He begins his make-sure-these-kittens-don’t-grow-up-into-fish-killers regimen

If Tengen can train muscular mice, then Inosuke can train fish friendly cats !! 😤

… or can he?

Does Inosuke strike you as someone w/ enough patience to train cats ?????

Yeeeah

He isn’t

But he’s… determined! 😌

Spends weeks trying to teach them “Sit down”

“Lie down”

“Roll over”

“No!”

… they’re not puppies babe 🤪

Altho Inosuke’s suuuper proud that they seem to obey “No!”

You don’t have the heart to correct him

Literally: he’ll say, “No!” when one of them is on the dining table or something, pick them up, place them on the floor, and proceed to praise them and himself, “You’re so smart kitty! You listen to Master Hashibira, don’t cha?”

He’ll brag the entire evening about how they, “Respected and obeyed Master Hashibira!”

Buuut they still won’t sit, lie, or roll

Or anything else

Besides yanno

Be 🐈cats🐈‍⬛

You don’t interfere w/ his #program

Content to observe Master Hashibira: Whisperer of Cats

Futilely attempt to teach the cats how to backflip

“No kitty!” as he squats, cradling it in his hands, manually maneuvering it through a backflip motion

You suspect it’s bc you’re raising them, but they’re uncharacteristically unbothered by Inosuke’s usually rambunctious behavior

—Bc Ik most cats would not tolerate Master Hashibira’s antics

—Again, he means well !!

—He just reeeally wants them to complete a bamboo ramps and rings obstacle course

“Aww kitty, are you tired?” he murmurs

The cat’s curled into a shrimp shape, tail tucked under its chin

“One more backflip! I believe in you!” he exclaims, lifting the drowsy cat for another rotation

You snort as the cat yawns disinterestedly, allowing Inosuke to flip it

“[y/n]!” he grins widely

“Master Hashibira, how goes the training?” you smile playfully

“I like when you call me Master Hashibira!” he declares loudly, staring as you enter the common area

“Your student… is sleeping,” you chuckle, pointing to the now snoozing cat

Inosuke scowls good naturedly, tenderly petting its ear, “I’ll just find one of its siblings!”

“Ah,” you pat his head, knees pressing lightly into his shoulder blades

He leans back, grunting softly

“I like when I can touch your face,” you tap along the edge of his jaw

“S’because I don’t wanna scare ‘em,” he grumbles

“How noble of you, Master Hashibira,” you crouch behind him, chest warm against his back arms hanging comfortingly over his shoulders 

“I’m still God of the Mountain,” he huffs without malice, interlacing his unoccupied fingers with yours

You smile at the scene

Master Hashibira: sans signature boar head, stroking his dozing, purring cat

God of the Mountain: sans shirt as expected, stripped bare — in body and in… in something… delicately sweet, fragile as jasmine, soothing as chamomile, promising as sunflowers

Inosuke: sans bells and whistles, who lets you caress his skin, meet his gaze, and call him out on his bullshit

“My Inosuke,” you whisper into his neck

He shivers, a low groan building in his throat

“So beautiful with his cats,” you giggle, “So cute.”

“M’not cute,” he glowers

“So, so cute,” you peck his cheek

He’s not cute

Not, not, not

Absolutely. Not. Cute…

But…

As he soaks in the affection of your embrace, the familiarity of your scent

He decides

He’s okay being

Master Hashibira: Whisperer of Cats

Your Inosuke

“Darling, darling, sweetheart, darling!” Tanjirou calls for you, enthusiasm reverberating through the hall

“Tan?” you call back, “In here! Organizing my room!”

His footsteps thud loudly, getting closer and closer

“DARLING! LOOK WHAT I FOUND!”

He’s holding a box, carefully, eyes alert and shining 📦🤗

“That’s… a nice box!” you’re supportive, albeit confused

“Listen!”

Silence envelops your room for a moment, and then…

“Wait,” you squeal, “Wait, wait, wait,” you rush to the box, grasping Tanjirou’s hands so you’re holding the box together

Five kittens totter in the box, muted mewls and the scraping of claws against cardboard accompanying their frail bodies

“Where?” you gasp, face flush with excitement

“Outside the mansion. I meant to go to the market, but I smelled something… odd. Turns out it was these precious bundles.”

“And Kocho-sama?” you ask sharply, eyes narrowing at the prospect of having to abandon the kittens a second time

“I’ve already received her permission to house them here,” Tanjirou smiles proudly

“Change of plans,” you grin, “My room is organized. Let’s play with kittens!”

Tanjirou is 100% a #cat parent

Not exactly a #cat dad tho, bc he happily shares parenting responsibilities w/ you

Like, if someone didn’t know any better, then they’d prob assume he’s talking about a literal child

Not five kittens

“Darling, did you feed them this morning?” I did Tan, they’re so greedy! 😋

“[y/n], how are they doing? Have we weighed them recently?” Not recently, Tan. We could do it in an hour? “Sounds wonderful to me, darling!”

“Sweetheart, I miss them.” Oh Tan, I miss them too. “Let’s finish this mission as soon as possible?” Absolutely Tan.

“[y/n]... I can’t find one of them!” Calm, Tan. Honey, Tan, love. I’m sure they’re just getting into trouble somewhere. We can look for them, together. They’re going to be okay. “Promise?” I promise, Tan.

“Sweetheart! They broke another one of Kocho-sama’s pots.” Uh oh! Quick, grab them and we’ll run away! “Are you serious?” I am so serious Tan.

You fall into a cozy rhythm, alternating feeding, grooming, and playing

Tanjirou claims doting parent; you, the levelheaded one

It’s endearing, truly, how meticulously he cares for your kittens

Worrying about their diet — he consults experts in the nearby villages, as well as a reluctant Shinobu

Obsessing over their fur — he buys five different brushes before settling for the one that seems the least abrasive

Allowing them to sleep in your bed — they’re warmer than any blanket, and make great alarm clocks

And the sweetest most annoying part?

He consults you constantly

“Is it okay if I adjust their diets slightly, darling? Kocho-sama suggested more meat.”

You smile fondly, “Sure, Tan.”

“Sweetheart? I think their brush is wearing out. Would you mind if I bought a replacement?”

“Of course, Tan,” you press a grateful kiss to his cheek

“[y/n]? I feel like we haven’t spent quality time with them recently.”

You smooth your thumb across his furrowed brow, “We can definitely make more time for them. How about this afternoon after sparring?”

He nods, gently catching your hand, nuzzling his nose into your palm, “Thank you, darling.”

—

“You know Tan,” you murmur as you sit in bed together, three purr balls sprawled at your feet—additional kittens on both of your laps—as you sip tentatively on fragrant tea 🍵

“Hm, sweetheart?” he reaches, placing an affectionate hand on your thigh

—UGH imagine snuggling in bed w/ Tanjirou and KITTENS 😭

“I trust you.”

He hums in acknowledgment, faint pink dusting his ears

“You’re considerate, attentive,” your heart flutters, “You amaze me.”

A shy laugh fills your room as he ducks his head, “Darling, why’re you… saying… all of this?”

“Because I want to?” you wink cheekily, “And because…” you drift off, suddenly, timid

He squeezes your thigh, reassuringly, encouragingly

“Do you regret stumbling upon our kittens?” you ask softly

His reaction is shockingly abrupt, hands cupping your nervous expression, calloused finger pads steady as they stroke your cheekbones

“How do you mean?”

“Well, they’re a lot of work. Sometimes I wonder if… I fear that…”

You meet his eyes, raw and adoring

—Tanjirou’s totally befuddled btw

—What are you wondering?

—What are you afraid of?

—Has he not demonstrated his intentions, deeply and vulnerably?

“I fear I’m not an adequate partner. For our kittens. For-”

His forehead is firm and intimate, nudging yours, derailing your spiral

“Stop.”

His tone is… lowered, more serious than you’re accustomed to

“Please stop. Darling. Sweetheart. [y/n]. My darling, sweet [y/n].”

His eyes

Safe, infinite, enduring; tempered by hollow grey, the fragility of not knowing

“You are adequate. Brilliant. The first and only person I thought of when I stumbled upon our kittens.”

He smells the panic leaking from the fissure in your heart

A winding, puzzled symphony of Could this be enough?

“What do you see, [y/n]?” he asks quietly

He waits as you process his question, fingertips continuining their protective strokes

“I see you,” you smile slowly, “And our kittens. Our five precious bundles. I see you pacing in the middle of the night, terrified that they might not make it. I see you relieved, shimmering, joyful, as you realize they’ve made it — as you realize they’re ours. I see you with your face in their fur as they purr. Dangling the sleeves of your haori for them to play with. Pulling them onto your lap when they yawn. I see you, Tanjirou. I see you and your kindness, your generosity, your dedication. You’re brighter than all the light I could ever wish to see.”

You render him speechless with your openness

With how precisely you see him

How painful it was for you to confess

“You’re there too, you know.”

His voice is full and certain; as raspy as a morning of sleeping in; as tactile as knowing he’s beside you

“In the middle of the night, holding my hand, making sure I don’t lose myself. As I realize, as you realize, that we sounds, feels, like home — much more than words of separation ever could. Whatever you see, I see you there with me. You are my partner, as I am yours. Our kittens... you... you’re enough. You are all I could ever wish to see. The pain you carry? It is our pain, if you’re willing.”

He feels the corners of your eyes dampening, just as you see his glistening

“All of me is yours, if you’re willing.”

You whisper, “I’m scared, Tan.”

“Me too, darling.”

“I’m willing, Tan. I’m willing,”

[3seven-gambler]

#⌁꒰Mondo with ɑ fem!shγ cɾush ɾeɑdeɾ who is the Ultimɑte Aɾtist (One-Shot)꒱

⋆ word count: 2029 ⋆ genre: fluff, SFW

You’ve joined a drawing competition. The topic of it was about vehicules, and the prise was working in the design of a new project that one of the most important corporations in the country was working on. You’ve to draw either a car, a bus, an helicopter, etc. with a person using it. You were currently sitting in the hallway, alone. It was starting to get dark outside the school but you didn’t notice, you were to concentrated in what to draw. While thinking, you didn’t saw that one of your classmate, Mondo Owada, was walking towards you.

-“What the hell are ya doin’ here Y/N?!” Mondo yell at you.

You let out a little scream out of your lips, while unconsiustly you putted your arms in front of you in a way of protection, causing you to drop your sketchbook.

-“Shit! I’m sorry Y/N, didn’t meant to scare ya” Now he was feeling embarrased, you saw a little blush appear on his cheeks.

Mondo noticed that you dropped the sketchbook, so he grabbed it from the floor and saw what you’ve drawn. There were lot’s of differents cars, airplanes, ships and stuff related to them. He was really impressed on how talented you were, it was one of the many things he loved about you. Oh yes, he was totally in love with you, but he didn’t want to tell you because he always gets nervous around you. He’s scared that maybe you will run away from him because of his yelling, so he decided to kept his fellings only for him. What he didn’t knew was that you were also in love with him. Many people always said that he was scary and some people called him a bully, but Mondo was the total opposite of that. Sure he was a little intimidating sometimes, but he’s is a very good person, and you loved him just the way he was.

He handeed you the sketchbook.

-“I-it’s ok Owada-kun. I-I didn’t see you coming” you said shyly, while giving a little smile to Mondo and accepting the sketchbook in your hands. This caused more blush on him and a little on you because both of your hands toched.

-“I was just t-thinking in something to draw for tomorrow’s competition.” You saw through the window that the sky had pink and purple colours, indicating that night was approaching.

-“Oh, I-I didn’t notice it was this late!” you looked at Mondo again -”W-What are you doing here O-Owada-kun?” you asked a bit quietly, but Mondo heared you.

-“Taka send me to detention cuz I slept in class today” he said while rubbing the back of his neck, looking flustared. You let out a light laugh out of your lips. Mondo looked at you again and he didn’t say nothing, he was just looking at you. You notice these and started panicking, thinking that he got mad at you for laughing.

-“I-I-I’m very s-sorry O-Owada-kun, I didn’t mean to laugh at you!”

-“Hey wait! I didn’t say nothing, I’m not mad at ya, you’ve all the right to laugh, it’s kinda funny I guess”.

-“W-well, is getting dark, we should get out of here before night comes”.

Mondo noodeed and then both of you started to walk towards the school exit. While walking Mondo decided to speak up.

-“Those drawings of yours are awesome, not for nothing you’re the Ultimate Artist”.

-“T-thank you Owada-kun! But I always say that there’re lot’s of people out there that can do better drawings than mine…”

-“Bullshit, Y/N, you’re the best one, you can’t deny it”

-“B-but I can’t even choose what to draw! I always know what I want but this time I-I’m just lost, maybe I should quit this competition” you said while having a sad look. Mondo notice and stopped walking.

-“W-what happend Owada-kun?”

-“There’s no way you’re quitting this Y/N, I won’t allow it! You are the fuckin’ best artist I’ve ever met in my life, you just have to think a little more, I’m sure something’ll come out of that brilliant mind of yours”.

You looked up at Mondo with lots of blush on you, you never had someone who tell you all of this nice things, and you never expected the Ultimate Biker Gang Leader to tell them either. You walked over Mondo and hugged him.

-“Thank you so much Owada-kun, you’re right, I’m going to keep fighting!” you separated yourself from him and put your fist at both sides of your face, while giving a big smile to the biker. Poor boy, he was about to faint in there.

-“Y-yeah sure, it’s nothing, I’m just saying the truth.”

The two of you arrived at the school exit. The Sun was now almost set in the horizon.

-“W-well I’ll see you tomorrow Owada-kun, thank you again”

-“Wait, are you walking home?”

-”Y-yes, why?”

-“You can’t, is getting dark, you’re coming with me”

-“N-no it’s ok! I don’t want to bother you”

-“Nonsense, c’mon”

-“If you insist then, I’ll glady go with you” you gifted him a smile, causing another blush on his face.

You walked over the school parking, where Mondo’s bike was. He got on his bike and indicated you to sit behind him. You did so and you putted your arms around Mondo’s torso. Mondo was thanking at the sky for not letting you see his face now. You indicated him where your house was and he start driving. Eventually, you both arrived at your house, you got off the bike and say goodbye to Mondo.

-“Thank you so much for everything Owada-kun, I own you a lot”.

-“Don’t metion it S/O, it’s nothing, really”.

-“It means a lot to me actually” you let out a soft giggle from your lips. Then, you gave Mondo a kiss on his cheek, leaving a very happy, but flustared, Mondo.

-“G-goodbye Owada-kun, I’ll see you around” you started to walk over your house and before opening the door, you turned around and saw Mondo sitting on his bike, and a great idea crossed on your mind. You took a mental picture of Mondo with his bike, trying to remember every detail. You waved your hand saying goodbye again and entered your house, running towards your bedroom. You spent all the night drawing Mondo on his bike, like you remembered. When you finished up the work the Sun was coming up. You saw your watch, 06:20 AM. You had only 40 minutes to get ready before going to the competition. You got a shower, changed to your uniform and grabbed your things, being careful of not to damaging the drawing, before leaving you grabbed your favorite snack and you eated while walking towards school. When you arrived, you heard the noise of an edging coming near you. You turned around and saw Mondo, with a smile on his face.

-“Hey Y/N, good morning!”

-“Good -you yawn- morning O-Owada-kun”.

-“Are ya feelin’ alright?” He looked very concerned.

-“Yes, I’m sorry, I didn’t slept last night, I needed to finish the drawing”

-“Can I see it?” Mondo was about to grab it, but you stopped him

-“No!” You screamed and put the draw behind your back. -“S-sorry, I’m running late, see you later!” Mondo called you but you kept running in the direction of the gym. When you arrived, you went over the competitors section. The judges were introduced and the competition begun. Every draw you saw was amazing, one after another. You started to get insecure again, but you looked at your draw, and then you saw Mondo, who was sitting a little far from where you were, giving you a smile and thumbs up. You heared your name and went over the table were the judges were sitting.

-“Well darling, show us what you did” a woman said. You nooded and showed the drawing. The faces of the judges went pale.

-“T-that’s i-it” one murmurated.

-“That’s what we looking for!” other screamed with eximent.

-“The colours, the lines, even the texture! Miss (L/N) congratulations, you won!” the previuos woman declared. Everyone started to cheer up for you. The judges gave you a handshake and congratulated you as well.

-“We will in touch with you soon Miss, we are very excited to work with you”

-“T-thank you so much, Mister!”

When the event was finished, the students returned to their classrooms, you walked over your classmates, who congratulated you. Mondo came near you and you hugged him.

-“Thank you Mondo, you were a great help!” he blushed when you call him by his name.

-“S-Sorry”.

-“I’ts ok and you j-just needed a little of encouragment, that’s all”.

-“No, appart from that, look!” You showed Mondo the drawing, and he got stunned.

-“Y-you drawed m-me in m-my bike” he stated.

-“Y-yes! Before entering my house last night, when I saw you, I knew what I wanted to draw, and that was you”. Mondo was starting to feel nervous. You drawed him?

-“W-why did you draw me Y/N?”

-“B-because I needed a vehicule and a person, a-and you h-have a preatty way of showing yourself, s-so I thought that you were the perfect model for t-this”.

Now he was about to die, he couldn’t beliave any word that you just said.

-“I-I d-don’t know what to say Y/N, this is fuckin’ amazing!”

-“Here” you handeed him the drawing. -“You can keep it, o-of course, o-only if you want…”

-“Hell yeah, thank you Y/N, I’ll hang in it on my wall.”

The rest of the day transcurred normal, as always. When it was time to go home, you put away your things and started to get out off the classroom.

-“Wait, Y/N!”

You turned around and saw Mondo running at you.

-“W-what happend Owada-kun?”

-“Are you bussy right now? I wanted to talk to you”

-“I was just thinking on going to sleep” you said while giving a sleepy smile

-“T-this is going to be quick, I promise”.

-“O-ok, tell m-me”.

Mondo grabbed your hand and walked over where his bike was.

-“W-where are we going?”

-“Somewhere, It’s a surprise”.

You started to get nervous, the boy you liked prepared you a surprise?

You got into the bike, with your arms in Mondo’s torso again. He started driving and around 20 minutes later, both of you were in a park, with not too many people around. The park had a lake with different animals on it, and around there were sakura trees.

-“Wow, Owada-kun this is beautiful” yor eyes lighted up at the view -“I really need to draw this!” He chuclked and the he sat under one of the trees.

-“I knew you were going to like it. Come here” he patted the ground. You walked over him and sat by his side. You both stayed in that way for some minutes, and then you spoked up.

-“What d-did you wanted to talk about Owada-kun?”

Mondo looked at you. He then grabbed your hand.

-“I-I w-well you know, I, um...”

-“A-are you ok Owada-kun?”

-“I-I just, oh fuck it”.

-“W-wha…”

Mondo grabbed your face and he kissed you. It was a slow kiss. You first didn’t know what to do, you were shooked, but then you let yourself and started to kiss him too. When you needed air you both separated from the kiss.

-“I-I love you Y/N” Mondo was a blushing mess.

-“I l-love you too, Mondo” you gifted him a shy smile.

Mondo eyes were full of joy, he didn’t expect someone like you to like him back.

-“I-I didn’t expect you to like me”.

-“Of course that I like you!” you snapped “You’re one of the sweetest boy that I know Mondo” you said shyly.

-“I-I’m not sweet!” he was still all blushy.

-“Yes you are!” you putted yourself on your tiptoes and pinched his cheek while laughing. Mondo laughed too and he gave you another kiss, while grabbing you from your waist.

-“Y/N, would you like to be my girl?”

-“Yes, Mondo I would love too!”

This time you kissed him and then you both stayed there cuddling, while watching at the beautiful scenario you’ve in front of you.

❥ 𝖱𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽. || 𝖣𝖮 𝖭𝖮𝖳 𝖱𝖤𝖯𝖮𝖲𝖳/𝖳𝖱𝖠𝖭𝖲𝖫𝖠𝖳𝖤.

[the-atlas-sister]

The First Date (Damian Wayne X Reader)

So in this, you are the daughter of Green Arrow, Oliver Queen (NOT THE ARROW VERSION!! THE ANIMATED AND COMIC VERSION), and Black Canary, Dinah Lance. Also in this Dinah is dead and you have taken on the role of Black Canary

"Done!" Abby (moi!!!) exclaimed, tying the hair tie in my hair. "Aw, you look so good!" She backed up, admiring her work.

I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror, smiling slightly. "I mean, I usually look beautiful but now I look even more beautiful," I joked.

"I know," Abby said, making me chuckle.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. "What time is it?" I asked.

"Six on the dot," Abby said, looking impressed. "Wow."

"It is Damian," I shrugged before my eyes widened. "I'm going on a date with Damian Wayne."

"Chill," y/b/f said, noticing my panic. "You asked him out, remember?"

"But-"

"Hey Damian," y/b/f said from the living room.

I looked at Abby, a panicked expression on my face. "You're okay," she whispered before leading me out of the bathroom.

Damian looked at me before mumbling something in Arabic. I was rusty when it came to other languages but I thought I caught "Beautiful..." which was enough to make my entire face turn red.

"Hey," I said, putting on a confident face. "You look good." My eyes scanned him. He wore a pair of nice black jeans and a matching skin-tight turtle-neck.

"You look..." His eyes scanned me.

"Gorgeous? Beautiful? Sexy?" I guessed, smirking at Damian blushed.

"Yes," Damian said, making me blush.

"Okay... well," Abby said, pushing me forward. "You two have fun," she said as I slipped on my shoes. "But not too much fun." She eyeballed Damian in a very best friend way. "And have her back by 10."

"And be safe!" Myloh added.

"Bye guys," I said, quickly ushering Damian out the door before closing it. "Sorry."

"I had a similar conversation with my brothers before I left," Damian said before cringing slightly. "Although it was a bit more-"

"I don't want to know," I said, shaking my head. "So, what do you have planned, Mr. Wayne?" I asked, walking down the apartment hallway.

"That's a surprise," Damian said with a stoic face.

"Not a huge fan of surprises," I said as we reached the elevator.

"You'll like this one," Damian stated matter-of-factly, pressing the button to the last level.

"Is that a fact?" I challenged as the elevator lowered.

"Yes," Damian stated, making me tilt my head. "I did some research and I'm sure you'll enjoy this."

"I don't know if that was meant to be sweet but it came off as creepy," I chuckled, leaning on the elevator wall.

"I just meant- I asked Abby what you're interested in," Damian explained, slowly going pink.

"What'd she say?" I asked, both worried and curious.

"She explained your love of movies, books, the stars, and food," Damian stated as the doors slid open.

"So, which did you choose?" I questioned, walking backward out of the elevator.

"Still a surprise," Damian smirked, following me.

"Mhm, game on Mr. Wayne," I said, turning around and walking out the apartment building's front doors. My eyes widened a bit as I saw Damian's motorcycle parked in front of the building. "Seriously?" I asked, looking at him as he stood next to me.

"Complaining?" he asked, looking at me sideways.

"Not as long as I get to drive," I chuckled, approaching the motorcycle.

"No," Damian said, standing next to me. He grabbed one of the helmets before handing me the second one.

"I know how," I frowned.

"No," Damian repeated before blinking. "Strange, that felt familiar." He then shook his head before getting on the bike. "Come on," he said looking at me. I rolled my eyes but climbed on the bike behind him. "Hold on," he said before putting on his helmet.

"You sure you don't want to drive as a way to get me to hold on to you?" I teased, resting my head on Damian's shoulder. Damian tensed up, making me chuckle. "I was kidding," I reassured him, putting on the helmet and grabbing his shoulders.

Damian cleared his throat. "I-I respect you, but for your own safety, I suggest you put your arms around my waist."

I blushed, wrapping my arms around his waist. Damian started the bike and drove out of his parking spot. My grip tightened as Damian sped up and we reached the highway. I grinned under the helmet as the adrenaline rushed through me due to the speed.

***

"You have to take me on your motorcycle more often," I said, letting out a breathy laugh and taking off my helmet.

"It's not really mine," Damian corrected, taking off his helmet and getting off the bike.

"But with Promythous-" I furrowed my brows, placing the helmet on the bike's seat.

"That was Robin's bike," Damian explained, leading me to the secret destination. He had parked a block away from the surprise place, just to keep the secrecy. "Damian Wayne does not have a motorcycle."

"Who's-" I continued, getting into pace next to Damian.

"My brother's," he shrugged with a small smug smile.

"You stole your brother's motorcycle?" I asked, laughing slightly.

"He told me, women love men with motorcycles," Damian said. "So I took that as an invitation for me to 'borrow' his." He smirked to himself at the thought. "Also, my other brother said I should. I'm not one to listen to him but, I did enjoy the idea of stealing Jason's bike." I smiled at his mini-rant. He seemed to notice. "I'm sorry for oversharing," he said, his face returning to it's neutral state.

"No, it's fine," I reassured him as we turned a corner. "It's nice hearing you talk more."

Damian blinked, obviously surprised by my answer. "What... would you like to talk about?" he asked slowly.

"You," I said. "I don't know much about you."

"O-oh," Damian stuttered, which was a rare sound. "I grew up with the League of Assassins."

"The group your father trained with?" I asked, interested to learn more. "Lead by Ra AlGugl?"

"My grandfather," Damian confirmed. "When my father was training, he met my mother. She- she tricked him into having... intercourse with her. That's how I was created. My father left before I was born and I was raised by my grandfather and mother. I was trained from birth to be the master assassin. I was supposed to be the best. There was no room for error."

"That doesn't sound like a fun childhood," I said.

"I suppose not," Damian hummed. "I loved my grandfather very much, or more admired him. He told me we would destroy the world and rebuild it in our own image." He scanned our surroundings, almost as if he was imagining how he could make each detail superior.

"That's still partly your mindset isn't it?" I asked, making Damian's gaze turn to me. "You see the world and people and just imagine how you can make them better." Damian blinked. "You even yourself believe you're better than everyone. You think you'll be a better Batman, a better hero."

"I don't-"

"I'm not critiquing, just observing," I stated. I blushed under Damian's intense stare. "I-I interrupted, I'm sorry. What about your mother?"

"She's dead," Damian said.

"Oh," I said.

"She wasn't a mother anyway," Damian continued. "Last I saw her she tried to create an adult 'perfect' clone of me and killed him."

"And I thought my dad was hardcore," I mumbled. "How did she...?"

"Helicopter crashed after trying to kill me, my father, and Grayson," Damian said almost casually.

My eyes widened. "You didn't deserve it," I said as we turned yet another corner. Damian turned to me. "You deserved a loving childhood. Not one with a group of assassins and Batman."

Damian's eyes softened. "I did get, what you call, a loving childhood with my father," he said. "He would set up movie nights. And my brothers are... overly loving, at least Grayson."

"He's Nightwing, right?" I asked, grinning a bit. Damian nodded. "I've met him. He has a bit of an older brother feel. And I'm sure he understands how hard it is to grow up with someone like Bruce."

"He has made it very clear he does," Damian scoffed. "As had Todd." I gave him a questioning look. "Red Hood."

"Oh, never met him," I mumbled.

We walked in comfortable silence for a minute.

"Here," Damian said, stopping in front of a small and quaint ice cream shop.

"Ice cream?" I asked, giving him a lopsided grin. "On Friday."

"You said you and your mother used to always had ice cream on Fridays," Damian said shyly.

I let out a small laugh. "You- this is really sweet," I said, a bit surprised. I remembered when I told him that detail about my childhood.

***Flashback***

"Tell me more about your mother," Damian said after a while of silence. "I assume she's where you got your power?"

"Yeah," I said quietly, looking up at the ceiling. "She was- awesome. She was the first Black Canary. Trained in thousands of martial art styles."

"You're telling me things I already know," Damian stated, making me look at him.

"She was a pretty cool mom," I chuckled, crossing my legs on the bed. "She couldn't cook though. That was something she wasn't taught. She'd always make time for us to have an ice cream night. Every Friday." I smiled at the memory. "Sometimes she'd come back from patrol at midnight then wake me up, just so we could still eat ice cream."

"Do you still do it?" Damian questioned, turning to face me fully. "With your father?"

"Not usually," I stated, trying not to sound bitter. "He's usually busy with the Justice League and his company."

"How did she die?" Damian asked softly, making me go stiff.

"I was thirteen," I recited. "She and my dad went to face Prometheus. It was just in the early stages of my training-at least for the Canary cry, so I wasn't allowed to go. I- I remember my dad calling the house. He told me he'd be home soon, but something happened to Mom. Apparently, Prometheus slit her throat. She didn't want anyone to find out her identity so she insisted that only Martian Manhunter or Batman operated on her."

"But it was too late," Damian assumed. I nodded.

"Dad and I hardly even spoke after that," I sighed. "It hit us both- hard, but after a year, we got through it. He's still protective though."

"What about your powers?"

"I don't use them," I stated. "My mom died before we got far in training."

"Why don't you continue?" Damian asked. "I assume the league would be open to help or your friends."

"I can't," I sighed. "My vocal cords are too old."

"That sounds like an excuse," Damian stated. "I was unaware you were a quitter, Queen."

***End of flashback***

"I just figured you'd enjoy it," Damian shrugged, turning his head to the side to hide his smile.

"I do," I chuckled. "Although this is very cliche."

"I have seen as such in many of the movies Grayson forced me to watch," Damian admitted.

"Thank you, Damian," I smiled before rushing towards the outside counter, Damian following. "Hello!" I said to the person at the counter.

"Hello," the person said. She was a pretty girl, seemingly teen age with flawless makeup. She looked like she belonged at Dutch Brothers.

"I would like two scoops of y/f/i.c (your favirote ice cream) in a cup, please," I said before turning to Damian.

"Awesome," the girl said. "And you?"

Damian glanced at me. "None for me," he answered.

"You're not going to get anything?" I asked.

"I've never had ice cream," Damian admitted.

"Never?" I asked in shock.

"No," Damian said, his face showing me he didn't understand the problem. I scanned his face before turning to the girl.

"He'll have one scoop of almond in a cup," I stated.

"Alright," the girl smiled. "Be right with you."

"I said I didn't want any," Damian said, looking at me.

"You've never had it and you can't just sit there watching me eat," I protested. "Plus, I think you'll like it."

"Why is that?" Damian challenged.

"I'm an observer of people and you seem like an almond guy," I summarized.

"Explain your thinking Miss Queen," Damian said.

"Well, almond is more of a traditional Arabic ice cream flavor (please correct me if I'm wrong, I got this off the internet), and knowing you, you prefer salty and savory over sweet," I explained before leaning back and spreading my hands like I was presenting an amazing discovery.

"We shall see," Damian just said.

"Here," the girl chimed in, interrupting our discussion. She handed us our ice cream.

"Thank you," I said. I placed my ice cream on the counter before pulling out my wallet, but Damian had already paid. "I was going to pay," I said as he handed me my ice cream.

"It's proper etiquette for the man to pay," Damian said, leading me away from the ice cream shop.

"But it's not required," I chuckled. "Besides, we're both the children of billionaires." Damian didn't answer as he led me to a small park beside the shop. "I'll just pay next time."

"Next time?" Damian asked, stopping in front of a blanket with a projector on it.

"Yeah," I smirked. "If I haven't scared you away."

"Not at all," Damian said, sitting on the blanket. He motioned for me to sit down and I obliged.

"Try the ice cream," I said excitedly. Damian glanced at the tan-colored ice cream before taking a scoop and eating it. I stared at him, waiting for some type of reaction. His eyes widened before he took another scoop. "I told you!" I smirked.

"Coincidence," Damian scoffed but took more bites.

"Mhm," I hummed, leaning back on my free hand. I looked around, noticing a screen across from the projector. "You set this up?"

"Pennyworth did," Damian corrected. "Although I choose the film."

"Oh really?" I asked. "What'd you choose?"

"y/f/a/m (your favirote animated movie)," Damian stated. My face lit up. "Abby told me it was your favorite. Although I don't understand how or why a film made for children would be your favorite."

"You've never seen it have you?" I asked. Damian shook his head. "Then you'll figure out that it's not really a children's film. And you'll discover the superior soundtrack."

[thenovelartist]

Boys as Dads - Tears of Themis Headcanons

I've been sitting on this for days, writing it after @luke-appreciator mentioned the boys as dads and henceforth planting the idea in my mind.

Luke

LOOK! Luke is living past his three year “time limit” goshdarnit! He gets to see his kids grow up!

And he has several of them with his MC (I’m thinking four or five.)

They were all mostly planned. (They were just rolling with however many they were blessed with until they decided to stop.)

When his first child was born, he cried. He didn’t think he’d get this opportunity, but now he’s a dad and feels overwhelmed by the blessing.

He is as involved in his kids’ lives as he possibly can be.

He’s the dad that will teach his kids how to fix everything.

Totally the hands-on dad of wrestling and headlocks and ruffling their hair.

Yes, even his girls, but in a slightly different context. Uses those moments to teach them self-defense. (Yes, he’ll do that to his boys, but he’s more concerned about his girls.)

That said, he’s very protective of his kids and wants to give them all the knowledge he can to make sure they can keep themselves safe.

Will try to get his kids into Sherlock Holmes.

One of his kids is named John after John Watson. It was actually MC’s idea, much to Luke’s surprise and delight.

When he’s away on mission (which already makes him sad because he doesn’t like being away from his precious family), he hates it when he has to go full dark mode. Because he’d at least like to call them and tell them good night if he can’t be there.

The king of pictures.

There are cameras scattered throughout the house so he can easily steal a picture whenever he wants to.

Will put together scrapbooks upon scrapbooks of photographs for all kinds of events. The kids get in on these activities, and it has become a bit of a family event to arrange the pages together.

Not a day goes by he takes for granted. Does not matter if he’s cleaning up diapers or one of his kids is sick or he’s having to do damage control when something gets out of hand. He cherishes all of it.

Vyn

I see Vyn having one or two. Both were totally planned.

Mostly, he just sees children as patients, but now, he’s got two children he actually raises.

And the moment his first child is placed into his arms, he realizes with sickening clarity that his actions have a direct impact on their lives.

While he knew that beforehand, there was a moment it clicked, and Vyn felt himself change that day.

He strives to be the best father he can, minding everything he does to lead by example.

He didn’t have the greatest childhood, meaning he does everything he can to make sure his kids never have to experience the things he wished never happened to him.

He’s a bit of a helicopter parent despite knowing he needs to not be. All he wants to do is protect his kids, is that so wrong?

However, because of that, he happens to understand and sympathize with parents more now. His kids wrecked him in ways he didn’t think possible.

It’s a bit of a learning experience for him to allow his kids to learn on their own. He knows so much and wants to just tell them everything they need to know, but realizes that he can’t do that. He has to let them learn and grow in their own ways.

He wants to give his kids the best, from quality schooling to extracurricular activities. But he’s also is more than happy to teach them their way around the kitchen and garden as well as play games and do puzzles with them.

Also really enjoys reading them books at bedtime. A habit that will linger around for surprisingly long while.

He’s the dad that is glad to help with homework whenever they need it.

Always offers to listen to them and talk them through things. It would be pretty shameful if the psychiatrist couldn’t help guide his own kids through their own mental hurdles.

And he knows he did something right because his kids are comfortable talking with him about a lot of things, even in their teenage and young adult years.

Ends up the dad who has the best life advice that his kids eventually learn to always listen to even if they don’t appreciate it when they’re younger.

Artem

Ends up with a large family, both adopting and raising his own.

Probably two of their own, and two or three (or four… maybe five) adopted.

The kids they had were planned; the ones they adopted… not always. It tended to be a “this one grew on you unexpectedly” situation.

Loves all his kids equally, whether they’re his own or adopted.

Super supportive dad. Probably spoils his kids in praise and hugs.

That being said, he won’t coddle them. He’s all for supporting them, but knows when to allow his kids face the negative consequences of their actions. He’s an attorney, after all. This is his “justice” side showing.

But he’s fair. He will guide them the best he can but will let experience be the teacher if he needs to. And if experience is the cruel teacher of the day, he’ll be there, whether to pick them up, dust them off, and offer hugs or to talk them through how to best navigate the consequences and avoid the situation next time.

His schedule revolves around any and all events in his kids’ lives. Which, considering the size of his family, is a balancing act.

Days off are sacred. That is his time to spend with his family.

Nightly family dinners are a big thing in the Wing household. Game nights on weekends are even bigger. And louder.

He’s the dad that can go from tutus and tea parties to action figures and lego sets. Whatever his kids are up for, he’ll gladly participate.

Every year, for each kid’s birthday, will spend one-on-one time with them and do whatever they want to do for an entire day. With a big family, especially with the adopted ones, he knows it might be easy to feel lost in the crowd and doesn’t want any of his kids thinking that.

Once a year, they go on a week-long vacation somewhere in nature. No phones, no technology; this is family bonding time and time for kids to just run around and be kids.

All in all, grade A dad.

Marius

Ends up with two or three.

The first one was a surprise, and likely one more after that was not planned, either.

But the moment he holds his first child, a switch goes off in his mind and Marius matures, knowing he’s got not only his girl to protect and keep safe but now a helpless little one who’s wholly dependent upon him.

He’s probably the second most hover-y of the boys behind Vyn. And that’s less because he’s a helicopter parent and more because he knows he’s a target for people and is very concerned for his kids’ safety. So he’s hypervigilant of everything, including what school they go to, who they’re friends with, where they go, etc.

Their house… oh my…

He’s an artist, and he will inspire that in his kids. There’s paint, stickers, crayons, and markers freaking everywhere.

Oh, and art taped to practically every wall. And a few in his office.

Marks every major event down on a calendar. His assistant knows there will be hell to pay if there’s a scheduling mishap.

Never let him help with homework (unless it’s art). Because he’s the guy who will teach his kids the smartass answers to some questions, even if it gets his kids in trouble.

(Spoiler: his kids never mind and instead pick up his bad habits.)

(Much to MC’s chagrin. Will make Marius go sit in the corner, much to his children’s delight.)

Will put his kids into any extracurricular activities they want growing up.

Totally spoils them in that way.

But the minute they turn into little shits about their wealth? Say good bye to your technology for the next few days. Marius is all about spoiling his kids, but not rotten. Even he hates snotty rich people he has to deal with, and he’s not gonna let his kids be like that.

Loves spending time doing things with his kids. Up for anything from the midday ice creams when mom told them no to spontaneous adventures. Oh yeah, he’s that dad.

[ominoose]

Slashers As Dad's

Characters: Thomas Hewitt, Bubba Sawyer, Michael Myers, Brahms Heelshire TW's: None some mics scenarios/hc's about these guys being a dad to a young (10 y/o-ish) kid :)

𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐭

A laid back dad, lets you figure things out on your own. He’ll warn you off climbing on the rickety fences outside once with a shake of his head and a tug on your sleeve, but the next time he catches you doing it he’ll shake his head and roll his eyes from the porch.

When you inevitably fall from the fence and scrape your knee, he’ll scoop you up and carry you to the kitchen table, dabbing at the blood and give you a knowing look that says ‘I told you so.’

His strong hand will rub your back while you cry, then pat you when you won’t stop. Once you’re over it he’ll walk you back outside by the hand and gives a pointed look between you and the fence. You know better now.

You’ll have chores just like the rest of the family, things to keep you busy and contributing to the household like everyone else. On a few late afternoons when the sun is too hot and you’ve been cooped up with Luda Mae in the kitchen, sweating like hell and bored out your mind, Thomas will wander in and putter around for a second, before tugging at you and pointing outside towards the garden, pretending like he needs you for something.

He doesn’t actually need your help. Quickly shooing you out to play by the river as he does his own work nearby, keeping a watchful eye to let you have a few hours of fun, grunting in annoyance when you splash a bit too much.

Will slip you an extra cookie after dinner if it's one of the days Hoyt decides to rant about the state of the world.

𝐁𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐚 𝐒𝐚𝐰𝐲𝐞𝐫

The smothering type. He likes to mother and father you. Sometimes he’ll give you some stern head shakes and sharper tones when he finds you causing grief for Drayton in the kitchen, sometimes he’ll give you never-ending forehead kisses and soft chirps of endearment if he sees you stumble even slightly.

Will absolutely attend your tea parties, and will definitely invite you to his own. Some of your teddies will have special ties and dresses he’s hand made from old, colourful shirts. He’ll dress and prop them up at your table and make polite conversation with them as he pours you some delicious pond water and offers you some fancy looking rocks. Always puts on his Pretty Woman mask for such occasions.

Gets a bit over-protective of you sometimes, and will need convincing anytime your uncle Chop Top or Nubbins want’s to take you out with them to the forest to find odd trinkets. He’ll make sure you drink a whole cup of water first, just in case you get dehydrated! Lots of loving pats and strokes are had before you leave, and he’ll stand at the porch waving goodbye and watching you for as long as you can.

When you’re back, he’s happy to see whatever you've found! Whether its bones, sticks, feathers or the odd shoe, he’ll take a genuine interest in it all. If you ever offer some arts and crafts with your treasures to decorate the house with, Bubba might cry with love. He adores your little pieces and hangs them in the living and dining room with pride, nodding his head and puffing his chest at the creations his precious baby made.

If you came back with a single scratch or cut, he will be frantic! Running here and there in the kitchen, putting on not one, but two plasters on the cut just to be safe! You’ll have to put up with either spending the day with dad or have him float nearby and keeping you inside for the day where he can see you (unless you manage to coax him to push you on the porch swing, something he’ll gleefully take you up on.).

𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐡𝐦𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐞

The helicopter parent, also on the stricter side. As much as Brahms is a dirty, wall-crawling fiend, he will not allow such a life for his child!

You will have a healthy breakfast, lunch and dinner with him at the dining table at set times, no phones allowed at the table! Piano lessons at 11 each day for an hour, except Sundays, but that time is to be spent reading a book (he will allow you the freedom to choose). He’ll try to teach you another language when you’re a bit older, probably French, and study it with you.

Gardening will be in there somewhere too as your outdoor time since he isn’t too fond of you leaving the house all that often, and only on sunny days. However, on a rare occasion, on a rainy day, with some strong puppy eyes, you can convince him to go out with you to splash in some puddles. When you’ve managed to convince him and he’s actually out, he’ll have tons of fun with you, pushing each other into the mud and splashing each other. Brahms will be the type to play wrestle with you when he’s in a playful mood.

As soon as he notices you shivering, the mood is gone and serious dad mode is activated. He will grab you and run inside with you to the bathroom, throwing a towel on you as he runs a hot bath and chastises you about convincing him to go outside, you totally threw the first mudball, this was your idea and how could you let it go this far! Throws you into the bath with your clothes on because he needs you to get warm and stop chittering, but probably crawls in with you when he realises he’s shaking too.

Brahms tends to be a bit of a sap towards you, those strong puppy eyes will have him twisted around your little finger most of the time. As much as he tries to be strict and follow what he thinks to be a good example, it's often misguided. The strict three meals a day often ends up being microwave chips and a burnt pigeon he got from the attack.

The softer side of him usually comes out as he’s putting you to bed, he always makes the time to read you a bedtime story, usually Peter Rabbit or Alice in Wonderland. A mug of hot milk will be next to your bed every night and he’ll tuck you in almost too snuggly, but you’ll feel safe and warm regardless, which is what he wants.

𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥 𝐌𝐲𝐞𝐫𝐬

An almost neglectful dad. He leaves you to your own devices most of the time and just watches you. The only time’s Michael intervenes is when he knows your antics will lead to certain death or grievous injury. Otherwise, in regards to small cuts and bruised knee's, you'll get a stare of 'What did you think would happen?' and maybe a bag of frozen pea's thrown at you.

When the snarling dog appears at your back garden fence, you’re equal parts cautious and curious as you drop your toys and tiptoe over the snout sticking out of the fence. Michael was nowhere to be seen and you’ve been bored lately with no one to play with, so even if the teeth are baring, it still looks fluffy. You haven’t pet a dog in ages, no matter how many times you begged dad for one. As your fingers are close enough to nearly tickle the whiskers, you’ve yanked back roughly by the collar of your shirt and dragged back to the house spluttering.

You know you’ve made him mad when he stands right over you, head hanging straight down to stare at you without the usual curious tilt. Michael won’t even shake his head, he’ll bore his eyes into you and you’ll feel the anger radiating from the stare. It scares you enough to instil in you that you do not touch strange dogs. Even if you don’t see Michael anywhere, he will see you.

The next morning, after Michael dumped you into bed the night before and threw the covers on you, you wake up to a small, raggedy dog plush. The fur is old, and there might be a small blood spot on the paw, but at least he finally gave you a dog, it assures him you won’t go looking for any rabid ones either.

He can be gone for whole days at a time, usually before you’re awake. After the one time he found you following him (the only time you’ve ever seen him startle slightly when you grabbed his hand while he was stalking someone through their back window), he doesn’t let you see him go. There will be some burnt toast and mushy eggs on the table for you on those days, and you’ll find some microwavable pasta in the fridge too, so you don’t go hungry.

When he does eventually come back, he sits with you, either on the couch or on the floor. He won’t sit too close, and won’t do anything more than stare. But, if he was gone for a while, he’ll let you put the little doll you’re playing with in his hand, and won’t let it go.

[themand0lorian]

HeLLLOOOOooooo Marcus Moreno needs some love. I see a lot of whump for Marcus being hurt but what about the team getting captured but no powers!heroic!reader gets badly hurt and gets thrown in the room with the rest of them while unconscious and Marcus shifts all his focus to her? Protective angst to fluff?

alright anon, I watched this god awful movie for this so I hope you enjoy!!

Best Laid Plans

Summary: Even the best laid plans can come tumbling down.

Pairing: Marcus Moreno x F!Reader (no Y/N)

Rating: PG-13 (Swearing, superhero violence)

Words: ~7500 (Read on AO3)

Tags: hurt/comfort, mutual pining, reader injury (nondescript), superheroes and supervillains that are cheesy because I am bad at making them up, happy ending

Notes: This is younger Marcus! I picture reader is eventually Missy’s mom, but do with that what you will. I just wanted some unsure/pining Marcus and to explore where his leadership style came from, since it seems like he’s not really a natural leader like Missy is. I also changed his powers a bit since it’s not clear exactly what they are. 

Sometimes, Marcus wished he had the power of invisibility. Sure, metal bending was cool—a party trick at bars in college, a fun prank to play on his mom when he was young—but more than anything, he just wanted to disappear. Like his powers, the new generation of heroics coming up was enjoyable—until it wasn’t. Gone were silly games, childhood naivety and harmless fun. Now, he had the world to save—him and the other Heroics—and this pressure wasn’t something he was able to bend to his will. 

While his associates leaned into the role, snapping pictures, shaking hands, kissing babies, Marcus preferred to blend to the background. He was trained, sure—Anita made sure of that—but he would let Lava Girl melt the villain of the day, let Vox shatter their eardrums until they bled, let Miracle Guy sign autographs for his adoring (pretty, female) fans, choosing instead to wish, like metal, he could melt away to liquid.

The new round of heroics also meant a new leader would need to step up; Marcus felt Miracle Guy had the role in the bag. All bravado, super strength, flight—a picture perfect Heroic—to lead the team to countless victories, and he could lead the life he wanted. Settle down, away from the spotlight. Maybe have a few flings, get a dog—a big scruffy thing, he thinks—go on a vacation. Finally relax, maybe pull out his metal bending while drunk on a dare but otherwise tuck his powers away for good.

He had started his plan in motion recently, finally moving out of his mom’s and into his own place. He knew she meant well, but her overbearing smothering, combined with the fact that she would throw training at him at all hours of the day, meant he was ready to branch on his own. Find who he is without the Heroics, without the powers. Not Marcus Moreno, Heroic; Marcus Moreno, Some Guy.

He’s walking through the park to get to get to his car when he sees you the first time. Sure, he could catch a ride with one of the helicopter backpacks, or meld a bus to his will, but normalcy starts here; and he’s glad it does, because it brings him to you. You’re crying, but trying to hide it—sniffing angry tears as you tap aggressively on your phone before throwing it into your bag.

“Excuse me, miss? Do you need help?” Marcus can’t help it—it’s practically in his blood to help innocent civilians, and sure, Magnetron is picking you up in his giant magnetic grip and dangling you off a building, but seeing a pretty girl cry on a park bench incites the same feeling in him. You look up at him, wide-eyed, and for a second, Marcus is disappointed. He knows that look; the look of someone who thinks they know him; Marcus Moreno, Heroic, and will want an autograph or a selfie or—

“No, thank you,” you sniffle, gathering your things. He notices you have several bags with you, too many for one person, but when he reaches to help, you shrink away. “I—I need to be getting to work. First and last day,” you whisper sardonically.

“What do you mean?” He can’t help it. Something in you draws him to you, makes him want to know more. Subconsciously, he’s giving his best puppy dog eyes, and you relent.

“I—I’m a PA. And I lost my boss’ BlackBerry, and now I don’t know when any of his meetings are, and like—that’s my whole job, planning, so now the whole world is going to end, and he’s gonna fire me,” you sigh, choking back more tears as you walk away from him; he fights the chuckle bubbling at your theatrics. “I—I need to go face the music.”

“I—I could help you look?” Marcus offers, and you stop in your tracks, turning to him. “It can’t have gone far. Let’s look around,” he says, turning to look along the path in the grass. You cock your brow, but turn your back to him, looking through shrubs as well.

“I—I already looked everywhere, I couldn’t find—" You’re stopped by a tap to the shoulder, turning to find Marcus holding up the missing BlackBerry with a grin. “How—how did you find it!” you yell in disbelief, grabbing it and hugging him with whispered thanks in the process. It’s so powerful he almost falls backwards, but he catches himself with a step back, and you pull away sheepishly.

“Gosh, I’m such an idiot—hugging a stranger and I don’t even know his name,” you chuckle, giving him yours. Marcus contemplates for a minute—part of him wants to tell you. Wants to tell you that he summoned all loose metal items in a one block radius the second you turned your back, quickly picking the phone out of the array of loose change and lost keys before sending it all back to its resting place. But part of him wants to stay like this, just a guy helping a pretty girl. Unable to choose, he gives you his name, letting you make the choice based on your reaction.

“Marcus Moreno. Guess the world is saved,” he chuckles.

“Marcus Moreno. My hero,” you croon with a smile, clutching the phone to your heart, and for the first time, Marcus thinks he likes the ring of that.

Marcus curses himself the entire car ride, the tram ride into headquarters, the elevator ride to the meeting room, and as he sits in his assigned seat around the conference table—he forgot to ask for your phone number, struck dumb by your smile and wave as you walked away. All his coworkers are already here—Shark Boy and Lava Girl whisper in the corner, Lava Girl’s hair turning shades of pink as Shark Boy says something cheeky. Tech-No is typing away on some sort of data pad at his side, Invisigirl coming into sight when the screen ahead of them flicks on with a report. The only noticeable absence is Miracle Guy, though Marcus can’t say he minds, focusing instead on the screen as a scientist goes through techno-babble on a new weapon he barely understands, trying to keep his focus when all his brain wants to think about is you.

Miracle Guy slips in at some point during the meeting, muttering under his breath to his seat neighbors before Anita shushes him, and Marcus rolls his eyes. Not soon enough, the meeting adjourns, and Marcus rushes from the room—maybe, if he goes back to the park, and waits all day, you’ll come back—it has to be on your walk to work, or he could stop by in the morning—

His train of thought is only interrupted when he walks directly into something, a small “oomf” leaving his lips as he instinctively reaches out to steady whatever he walked into; the smell of coffee fills the air, and he belatedly realizes it’s because it’s all over him and the person he walked into, apologies escaping his mouth as he quickly bends to try and clean up the mess on the floor.

“Marcus?” Your voice is small, and if it wasn’t for the soft splat of coffee dripping from the edge of your skirt to the floor, he’d think you were a dream, repeating your name back to you. You both look completely dumbfounded, the empty paper cup in your hands long forgotten as Marcus stays on his knees in front of you a beat too long, looking up through thick lashes until he realizes he’s staring.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry—I didn’t see you, and—” He speaks quickly as he walks over to someone’s desk, pulling tissues from their box.

“What are you doing here?” You ask, taking a tissue from his hand to blot your shirt, but your eyes never leave his as he cleans the puddle on the floor.

“What are you doing here?” he repeats, and you laugh.

“I told you I was a personal assistant—I wasn’t kidding when I said the world would end over a missed meeting,” you chuckle, Marcus standing with the soiled napkins to dispose of them and walking back to look at you in awe. “What do you do? Some kind of—” you pause to take in his outfit; a leather jacket and button-down shirt, thick rimmed glasses, no spandex in sight “—accounting?”

“No, not—” Marcus is interrupted before he can finish his thought.

“That better not be my coffee all over you.” Your entire face crumples as Miracle Guy strides up, turning his nose up. “Marcus, is she bothering you? First she makes me late this morning, now this, I—”

“No, no bother,” he replies shakily, both of you exchanging a look. “I actually spilled your coffee, not her. She was just in the crossfire,” he jokes, and you look relieved, silently thanking him for taking the fall.

“What, you bend a paperclip too hard, Iron Man?” Miracle Guy snorts, and you raise an eyebrow as Marcus rolls his eyes. Miracle Guy looks to you next. “Sweetheart, can you go get me another? And maybe clean up on your way back, can’t have you looking a mess when I meet the mayor later,” he sneers, walking away from you as you roll your eyes.

“Sorry about him,” you apologize. “Uh—I guess I’m on my way to get coffee, boss’s orders. Do you—do you want to come, maybe?” You offer shyly.

“Don’t you need to clean up?’” Marcus responds.

“Eh. It’s on the way. Besides—you gotta get out of those clothes before you rust, Iron Man,” you chuckle, beginning to walk toward the exit of the building, and Marcus follows obediently on your heels.

You’re back in HQ, waiting for the elevator with coffee-in-hand before you finally ask Marcus the origin of his new nickname.

“Why does he call you ‘Iron Man?’”

“Hm?”

“Miracle Guy—why does he call you ‘Iron Man,’” you repeat looking over to Marcus. He takes a long swig of his coffee before responding.

“Uh—I can move metal,” he mumbles, and you look at him incredulously.

“You—can move metal?” you ask with confusion, and Marcus looks around the lobby, eyes stopping on the silverware in the canteen. He reaches out a hand and flicks it, and several spoons raise from the counter, the cashier behind them rolling her eyes and moving to the back to gather more. With another flick, the cutlery flies over to where you’re standing, dumb-struck. They all float in front of you, then twist as Marcus twists his hand. You look from the spoons to Marcus in awe; several have morphed and twisted together, the bowls forming petals at the top as a makeshift flower lands softly in your hands.

“Uh—Yeah. I can move metal,” he replies sheepishly, and you look to the spoons and back to him again as he steps onto the elevator. You step on behind him, Miracle Guy’s coffee in one hand, the metal flower cradled in the other, and you both face the doors.

“You can move metal,” you chuckle, meeting his eyes as the doors open and Miracle Guy rushes over for his caffeine fix. The spoons stay cradled in your hand, placed gently on your desk outside Miracle Guy’s office, and you look to Marcus as he walks by with a broad smile.

“See you later, Iron Man.”

“See you, Pepper Potts,” he replies with a smile—the significance of Pepper in Tony Stark’s life not lost on him.

Despite flirtatious beginnings, your relationship with Marcus teetered between friendship and something more for some time; a metal pen appearing on your notebook when you searched for one in a meeting, an offer of a ride to work when he found out you took the bus each morning. You never treated him differently after discovering his superpowers, always quick to laugh at his dumb jokes or to place a hand on top of his when it felt like the world was crushing him. One day, after a particularly bad run-in with Black Siren, you both sat in the breakroom over coffee, silent under the dimmed lighting.

“I—I don’t know how to keep doing this,” Marcus admitted smally. So many lives had been lost, and while Black Siren was defeated in the end, he often wondered at what cost.

“You don’t have to,” you probed gently.

“I was born with superpowers. I have to.” You hum.

“You know—my mom used to say everyone had superpowers. Some people were born with ones like you, or like Miracle Guy, but some people—they have everyday superpowers,” you seem to weigh what you’re saying before continuing. “Like, do you know someone who’s really scary-good at crossword puzzles? Someone who never hits a red light on the way to work? Maybe those are their superpowers. Yours are moving metal, but that chef at Bello Italiano’s—his is making perfect pasta, and that guy at the baseball game last week—his is tossing popcorn in his mouth with impeccable aim,” you muse, reminiscing on a few of your recent outings with Marcus. Marcus swirls his coffee in contemplation.

“What is yours?” You look to him. “Your everyday superpower.”

“I’m not sure—but that’s not the point. My point is, maybe—maybe you don’t need to save everyone, Iron Man. Maybe the rest of the world, with their ability to win $1 lotto scratch offs or bowl a perfect strike or know exactly when their phone is done charging, maybe they can take a turn,” you shrug. “No one expects you to save everyone, Marcus. Not me, not Miracle Guy, not your mom. But even saving one person—that’s enough. It’s enough for them, it’s enough for me. And I wish it was enough for you,” you finish, taking another swig of your coffee. Marcus looks at you in admiration, your words settling over him like a film until you look at your watch.

“C’mon, Iron Man. Time to get you back to JARVIS,” you joke, gathering your items as he does the same. The walk to his car is quiet, dark except for the lamplights lining the parking lot, and before he turns to the driver’s side of the car, his hand finds yours.

“Thanks, Pepper,” he says reverently, and you nod.

“Any time, Stark,” you reply with a grin, squeezing his hand before letting go. The entire ride home, you think about how happy you are to have met him—to have run into him figuratively then literally, to have a man like Marcus in your life, so compassionate and caring only to be crushed by the weight of the world—and if he’d let you, you’d hold some of it for him.

In the driver’s seat, Marcus thinks about how hopelessly and endlessly in love with you he is.

Despite his late-night revelations, Marcus doesn’t act on his feelings; he tries to ignore it. Before he met you, he had these images of being a “normal” guy—careless flings, rolling out of bed to saunter into work, sports games blasting on the tv. Now, though—now he sees you in a white dress, rolling in the bed alongside him, light lullabies drifting through the house as a baby stops crying. Any wild, rebellious phase he had planned out the window, now a mostly crafted and calculated future missing the most important piece—you. And it’s terrifying.

You told him you didn’t know your superpower, but Marcus thinks he does—planning. There’s a reason you’re a PA, turning down several job offers that would get you better pay and away from Miracle Guy, and that’s because you’re good at it. Despite a few hiccups at the start, Miracle Guy has never attended more meetings, never shown more leadership potential than when you started as his assistant. Marcus has a sneaking suspicion that all of his plans, his routes of action may have come from you, but you won’t admit it, shrugging your shoulders when he asks you about it. Sure, Miracle Guy was the leader, but you—you were in charge.

You got lost in your mind sometimes, all your planning and plotting stored in the matter between your ears, going through mental checklist after mental checklist as you readied yourself for work. You knew how to talk down Lava Girl from an eruption, had a sushi restaurant on call for when Shark Boy got peckish. You made Vox her tea in the morning, you brought Tech-No his chargers before he even realized he forgot them. None of this was in your job description, but you seemed to have everything planned down to a T; even Miracle Guy’s coffee makes it to him on time and at temperature, no longer splashed over Marcus.

So when Marcus was assigned to lead the next recon mission, he knew exactly who to go to. He found you typing away outside of Miracle Guy’s office, only startled out of your work when Marcus flicked his wrists and gently lifted your laptop up and out of your reach, levitating it in the air.

“Hey, Iron Man, very funny,” you jest sarcastically, standing to pull the laptop back to you and placing it on your desk as he leaned against the edge.

“Hey, listen—I need your help,” he asks sheepishly, watching as you go back to typing.

“Marcus, you know I’m Miracle Guy’s assistant, not yours, right? I mean they offered you one and you said no, so—”

“No, not like—assistant stuff. I need advice,” he replies, ringing his hands, and you pick up on his nervous energy. You rest a hand on his knee, closing your laptop and giving him your full attention, so he continues. “They asked me to lead the recon mission for Brain Matter.”

“That’s great, Marcus!” you chirp, only stopping when you see his frown deepen. “I mean—that’s not great?” you try.

“No, I mean—it’s good, and it's clearly the setup for something more. But I don’t—I don’t know that I want to lead.” He emphasizes the last word, and you rub his leg soothingly. “I don’t know how to lead.”

“Sure you do,” you say gently, squeezing his knee before releasing your hold on him to count off on your fingers. “You’re smart, honest, you communicate well. God knows your resilient, growing up with your mom,” you joke, and it earns you a small chuckle. “You’re empathetic and kind. Don’t know many other leadership qualities than that.”

“Yeah, but—what if I mess up? What if no one listens to me and they all start fighting? Or what if—what if I do the wrong thing and it costs people their lives?”

“You won’t. I know you, Marcus. Any decision you make will be the right one,” you smile, and Marcus blushes, looking to his shoes. You both perk when you hear Miracle Guy call your name from his office, you standing to tend to him. “I gotta go. Just—lead by example. A team full of Marcuses? Brain Matter won’t know what hit her,” you joke, looking into Marcus’ eyes deeply before walking away, only caught again by his voice when your hand hits the door handle.

“Thanks, Pepper.”

“Any time, Iron Man.”

The mission goes…surprisingly well. So well, in fact, that Marcus can’t wait to tell you all about it. He hasn’t felt this way about his powers in years—in control and formidable. Sure, moving metal isn’t super helpful when it comes to a supervillain that reads Heroics’ minds, but Marcus had planned for that. Got the team impenetrable helmets, moved stealthily through the abandoned underground tunnels to the villain’s lair. He delegated tasks, sending Tech-No to download the files from Brain Matter’s computers, sending Invisigirl to free any prisoners being kept on lower levels.

What he hadn’t expected was Brain Matter showing up herself. Stuck in an underground cave, there isn’t much metal to be found, and his powers essentially became useless—a fact Miracle Guy was quick to remind him. Miracle Guy was ready to charge in and attack, use brute force to take down the opponent—but Marcus had a different strategy. Confuse her, render her so immobile with all their thoughts she couldn’t help but crumble. The two bickered quietly, determining the best plan, until your voice cut through Marcus’ brain. Lead by example.

So he did. He removed his helmet, releasing a flood of thoughts to the villain. A song he heard on the radio, what he needed to pick up from the grocery store, future dog names. It didn’t take long for Marcus’ thoughts to turn to you; the curve of your jaw, the sound of your laugh. The furrowed look you make when you type a particularly annoyed email. That sundress you wore last week that drove him crazy. A few of the other heroes followed, removing their helmets to think about any and everything they could. Soon, even Miracle Guy had removed his helmet, and Brain Matter had all but collapsed on the floor, thoroughly overwhelmed and easily captured and brought back to HQ—recon turned into recovery.

Marcus had expected to tell you all about it on the drive in the next day, but was surprised when he entered his office to put away his katanas to find you sitting at his desk, sleeping quietly in the lumpy office chair. It had gotten late, the mission taking much longer than anticipated after Brain Matter’s surprise appearance, but Marcus paused a minute just to take you in. Your face at rest for what felt like the first time, the gentle rise and fall of your chest as you slept. You weren’t planning, or worrying, or organizing—you were just you. Marcus gently twisted the chair, and your eyes fluttered open.

“You’re back,” you said dreamily, still half asleep.

“I’m back,” he whispered.

“Tell me all about how great you were, team leader,” you tease, eyes barely opening and a sleepy smile across your face.

“Tomorrow,” he promised, and you nodded, the weight of your head sinking back into the chair.

“Hmm…can you make this chair carry me home?” you mumble blearily, and he lets out a small giggle.

“No, Pepper. Not enough metal. C’mon,” he reaches out, and despite the purely organic touch, he swears he feels sparks when your hands gently meet his. He pulls you to your feet, allowing you a moment to nuzzle into his side, arms pulling him into a deep hug. Marcus encircles you back, broad and all-encompassing, rubbing his thumb softly on the back of your neck.

“What is this for?” he teases lightly.

“I knew you could do it, Iron Man,” you murmur. “My hero.”

“C’mon, Pepper. Time for bed,” he replies softly, and you sigh, taking in his scent before pulling away. The two of you walk side-by-side, quiet and content, with shoulders brushing under the crescent moon, and he realizes that despite the terror, despite the dissolution of his original plans, his heart was unable to contain the love for you any longer. It was time to throw away the plan and wing it.

What you both hadn’t planned for, of course, was Vortex.

A few weeks after the mission, the day started like any other, Marcus idling outside your apartment at the sun barely peeked over the horizon—you got in with the same cheery demeanor, but it was clear something was eating him. His face was twisted like the metal he moves so effortlessly, hands wrapping and unwrapping around themselves so much you’re surprised the car hasn’t bent to his will.

“Is everything okay—” He interrupts before you can complete the thought.

“Would you want to go out to dinner tonight? With me?” He spits in one breath. Your face morphs to confusion.

“It’s Tuesday, Marcus. We always go to Taco Charlie’s on Tuesdays—”

“Oh. Uh, yeah, Taco Charlie’s. That’s what I meant,” he backtracks sheepishly, silently cursing himself at his choice in day—of course he messed this up, this is what happens when there’s no plan. Everything in his future seems to become foggier at the botched date, the picket fence, the shaggy dog, the noticeable absence of Miracle Guy’s BlackBerry chiming—

“Oh, shit. I forgot Guy’s phone inside,” you make to get out of the car, but he stops you.

“Pepper, we have that early meeting today with the President, we’re gonna be late—”

“Go without me,” you offer, and he furrows his brow. “I’ll take the bus. And then you can drive to Taco Charlie’s,” you chuckle, and he nods, rolling down the window as you shut the door.

“Okay, bye, Iron Man. Don’t save the world without me,” you joke, watching him wave from the car as you enter your apartment building, missing his final thoughts.

“Never, Pepper. Never.”

By the time Marcus makes it to the office, he finds an email letting him know the President needed to postpone a few hours—which gave him all the more time to focus on how royally he’s messed up. When a call came in for a new villain blowing down buildings, he was more than happy to let the team jump on the task and stay behind for the meeting, leaving Miracle Guy to lead them to an easy enemy to be taken down by super strength or super speed or a well-timed lightning bolt. He had more pressing matters to deal with—how deep the hole he wanted to crawl into should be, whether Taco Charlie’s would be willing to poison him if he tipped well, if he would ever recover from his failure of asking you on a date—

He’s so consumed with his thoughts he barely notices the still silence of HQ, all the heroes out to defeat the new foe. He, of course, does notice your empty desk—the metal flower he twisted sitting in a cup perched exactly where you always left it—but doesn’t have too much time to think about it, as his meeting with the President is coming up. He figures you’re out getting coffee, cleaning up the messes Miracle Guy no doubt left behind trying to show off his powers, probably laughing at how pathetic his attempt was to ask you out.

Marcus waits several minutes for the President to show up on the video feed, used to his lateness after years of dealing with public officials, but when the video crackles to life, he jumps to his feet with a start. Instead of the President, he sees a feed of some kind of dungeon; dark and musty, a few yellow-orange lights illuminating the space enough to make out some hunched figures.

“You’ve messed up, Moreno.” The sound of the booming voice makes Marcus’ heart beat in his throat. Suddenly, a loud grinding is heard, and sunlight seems to stream into the space, illuminating the figures.

Every single Heroic who was sent on the mission this morning comes into focus, all bleary and clearly injured. Tech-No is on the ground, all technology removed from his person. Blinding Fast is tied at the ankles, Lava Girl is submerged in water, Vox’s mouth is tied by a dirty cloth. Each one of them seems to be bloodied and injured, then contained in a way to render their powers useless. He can hear them groan in pain—even Miracle Guy is in tatters, limbs bound and chained to the floor to prevent flight.

“Who are you? Why are you doing this?” Marcus responds in his clearest, most authoritative voice.

“Ah, good. You see what I’ve done with your associates.” A figure walks forward from the shadows; Vortex. Marcus recognizes the suit he wears from previous intel meetings, but they were told, despite his ability to move air to his will, he was a low-threat enemy. How could he have defeated every single Heroic?

“Now that you see what I’ve done to your colleagues, let’s see how you react when I go after those you love.” Marcus barely has a moment to digest the words, Vortex moving the air around him to fly up through the open hole to what appears to be the Earth’s surface. There, Marcus sees his worst nightmare.

You’re immobilized on the sidewalk, wind swirling so strongly around you it looks like you might blow away. Leaves, debris, all kinds of items swirl in its wake—Marcus can’t help but to scream your name.

“Marcus? What’s happening?” You yell over the deafening wind, clearly terrified.

“Yeah, Marcus, what’s happening?” Vortex mocks, flicking his fingers so the wind picks up. It starts to carry you off the ground, and you scream as your feet leave the earth, wind whipping you around until you can barely see straight. The only thing you can yell is Marcus’ name—every heartstring he has is cut to bits at the sound. He watches as you move higher and higher in the air, finally jumping into action.

“Put her down, Vortex. This is between us, not her.” His voice wavers slightly, authoritative tone gone when your life is on the line.

“Oh? Put her down? Okay,” Vortex smirks, stopping the whirlwind around you until you fall hard onto the pavement, head hitting the stone with a sick crack—Marcus yells out your name, and you groan in response.

“Oh, what? That’s not what you meant? Let me try again—” Vortex continues his taunts, picking up your limp body and moving the air around it until you’re in a standing position. Marcus can see every cut and bruise forming, the drips of blood running down your cheeks and matting in your hair, the unfocused gaze of your eyes. Marcus thinks he may throw up when Vortex lifts you again, dropping you to the ground like a sack of bricks as you crumple and groan.

“Why are you doing this?!” Marcus demands, moving closer to the screen. He can see your chest moving shallowly, panic rising as you seem to be lifted again.

“Meet me at Capitol Park in fifteen minutes, Moreno. And maybe she will live.” Marcus watches one more time as the air supporting you suddenly ceases, your limp body falling from the sky. Before you hit the ground, the video feed cuts—leaving Marcus with only a sick sense of dread and the sound of your screams reverberating in his brain.

Marcus is sprinting out of the conference room and down the halls before the screen can go idle. When he passes his office, he doesn’t even flick his wrist—his katanas come flying out of the open door, nudging his tight fists until they open and take them like an obedient dog. Marcus doesn’t stop moving, sheathing the blades as he runs and activating his drone pack mid-sprint until he’s lifted high above the city streets.

He gets to Capitol Park in ten minutes, but his mind barely registers it. Everything feels soupy, his brain only focused on the image of your limp body, on the sound of your screams for him. He couldn’t protect you. He couldn’t help you, he couldn’t tell you how he felt—he couldn’t even get the courage to ask you out. He was worthless as a Heroic, as a man. And now he’s going to lose you, if he hasn’t already.

He’s brought out of his pity party when the leaves begin to rustle around him and the wind picks up; he knows Vortex is nearby. He unsheathes his katanas and stands at the ready, trying to appear confident but inwardly terrified. His jaw is set, legs fixed in a fighting stance as Vortex seems to flutter down to the ground, the wind carrying him ceasing and bringing the park to still silence.

“Good, Moreno. You’re on time,” Vortex smirks.

“Where is she?” Marcus snarls.

“She’s alive, Moreno, if that’s what you’re asking,” Vortex hums. Neither man makes any moves at each other, though Vortex appears calm. The park had quickly cleared out upon his arrival, citizens escaping when the recognized the threat, leaving only the two men in a stand-off. “Though maybe not for much longer.”

Marcus breaks the standoff first, charging at the villain. Vortex throws gusts of wind his way, but Marcus fights through them, katanas magnetized to his hands to keep them from flying away. When he gets close, Vortex swirls the air around him, floating up into the sky again and out of reach—Marcus counters by manipulating the nearby light post, knocking the enemy down to the ground again. The two tousle across the ground, fighting in hand-to-hand combat as they roll through the grass.

“Where is she!” Marcus questions again, gaining an upper hand. Vortex is quick to use the wind to his advantage, using it to flip them both over until he gains the advantage.

“You’ll be too late, Moreno,” he growls.

“Why are you doing this?!” Marcus shouts, pushing the man off of him and magnetizing his lost katanas back to his hands. Vortex also stands, both men beaten and weary but neither ready to give up. Vortex uses his powers to start sending random objects Marcus’ way, branches and small stones and loose bricks, but Marcus blocks each one with his katana artfully, sending one of his blades flying toward Vortex, who blocks it with a gust of wind and sends it clattering to the ground.

The fight continues throughout the park, no regard for property damage or the surrounding area as each of them continue to hurl random items through the air. Vortex pauses, chest heaving and leaning on the bench in front of him to continue his tirade.

“You—you took the one I love! It’s only fair that you pay,” Vortex heaves.

“What are you talking about?!” Vortex scoffs.

“You Heroics, always so quick to forget. You do this for the fame and fortune, Moreno? You don’t care about those you hurt?!”

“Cut the games, Vortex.”

“No! You—you killed Breanna, and now I’m going to kill you!” Marcus sees Vortex’s hands squeeze on the bench, his focus brought to the wrought iron—it’s the bench he found you on all those months ago, before he knew. Before he knew you worked at the Heroics, before he knew how much you would mean to him. Before his plans seemed to simultaneously appear and disappear before his eyes. Marcus falters at the thought, and Vortex takes advantage of it—the bench under his hands lifted in the air and thrown at Marcus. Coming back to focus, back to you, is all he needs to think about; Marcus throws all his energy back at the bench, the intricate metal hovering between the two men as their powers compete.

“Who the hell is Breanna?!”

“Brain Matter! I loved her, Moreno!” The heavy bench surged toward Marcus, and Marcus fought to push it back toward Vortex.

“What are you talking about? Brain Matter is alive!” Marcus yells over the rushing wind, and for a second, Vortex falters at the news. Using the slight distraction, Marcus manages to push the bench onto Vortex, pushing the man back and pinning him to the ground.

“Tell me where she is,” Marcus growls, and when Vortex doesn’t answer immediately, he crunches his fists to dig the heavy bench further into him. Other Heroic employees are beginning to close in, heavy power-proof handcuffs in their hands, but Marcus stays on top of Vortex. “Tell me!”

“She—she’s in Brain Matter’s lair with the other Heroics,” he wheezes, seeming to finally accept defeat. “Br—Brain Matter?”

“Brain Matter is alive and being held in the prisons at Heroics HQ. Uninjured. Which is more than I can say for you if my girl’s dead—” Marcus snarls, letting the other Heroic associates move the bench off Vortex and cuff him. When he sees Vortex secured, he immediately takes off on his drone pack; his body feels ten times heavier, every scratch and scrape aching acutely from the fight, but all he can focus on is getting to you.

The flight to Brain Matter’s not-so-abandoned hideout seemed to pass in an instant; Marcus coming to a stop at the top of the tunnel Vortex had flown out of. He sees Miracle Guy’s phone on the ground, shattered—it feels like its been ripped from his heart. He falters again, body stuttering at the sigh. The light sheen of blood on the asphalt is the only thing than brings him back from his reverie, and he descends into the tunnel.

It takes only a moment for him to take in the scene before him before he’s jumping into action. The previously defeated Heroics are looking a bit better, more aware and almost relieved when they see it’s Marcus dropping in. Marcus immediately twists his wrists, vibrating the cuffs around Miracle Guy at such a high frequency that they practically shatter—the defeated hero immediately stands to his feet.

“Where—where is she,” Marcus breathes desperately. Miracle Guy looks almost apologetic, and Marcus continues. “Release the others—get them back to medical. I—I need to find her.” Miracle Guy nods, taking only a moment to grab Marcus’ bicep.

“You will, Boss.” There’s no malice in his words, pure trust put in Marcus. The two men nod, then break in opposite directions; Miracle Guy moving toward his fallen counterparts, Marcus sprinting further into the lair to find you.

Marcus jogs through the convoluted tunnels of the underground, each one appearing darker and more confusing as he enters the depths. He’s sure he’s doubling back on himself, any and all of his mental energy going to thoughts of you. Why he didn’t force you to leave Miracle Guy’s phone behind, if you would ever forgive him for putting you in danger. Whether you were even alive. The pure dread he feels dissipates when he hears a low groan to his right, immediately veering off to follow the sound.

He finds you crumpled on the damp ground, tossed without a care, and immediately he runs to your side, placing a delicate hand on your arm and breathing heavily into your space. His heart shatters for what feels like the millionth time when you flinch away from him.

“It—it’s okay, baby. It’s me,” he tries gently, watching as your eyes open and close, unfocused. When he reaches for you again, you almost lean into his touch.

“M-Marcus?”

“Yeah—yeah, Pepper. It’s me,” he coos, brushing dirty matted hair from your face as he takes you in. You try to move closer to him, but wince with the movement; Marcus grasps your hand tightly. “Don’t move, baby. I—I’m gonna get you out of here. I got you, you’re okay,” his voice cracks as he tries to gather you, and you groan.

“Did—did you beat him?” you ask weakly.

“Yeah. Yeah, baby. I did. For you.” You hum softly.

“Marcus Moreno, my hero,” you try to croon, barely able to get out the words before you succumb to unconsciousness. Finally unable to be strong any longer, Marcus breaks, letting tears fall softly into your skin as he grips your hand like a lifeline.

He keeps his grip on your hand as the Heroic medical team funnels in, led by Miracle Guy. As they lead you out of the maze of tunnels, as the medics yell numbers that mean nothing to him other than the fact that you’re still alive. His hand only leaves yours when the wheel you back behind doors he’s no longer allowed behind. He considers flaunting his position to continue with you, to follow you to the end of the earth, but Anita’s waiting for him at the entrance with a look he can’t quite place, and he has to let you go.

Marcus waits at your bedside as soon as he can, hand wrapped back into yours if only to remind him you’re still here. Concussed, bruised, battered, but alive. He promises himself as soon as you wake up, he’s going to tell you. Going to tell you that he’s to blame for your injuries, that he loves you too much to let you continue being his friend, his anything—even if he loves you with every fiber of his being. Even if he never wants to let go of your hand again, even if it will kill him to do so—he wants you safe. That’s his only priority.

You give him three days to teeter on his decision. Three days of unconsciousness, three days of doubt whether you’d ever return to him. Marcus never leaves—savoring whatever time he has with you to stroke his thumb over your palm, to push errant hairs from your face. Anita comes and goes, even Miracle Guy comes to check in. But Marcus doesn’t move, barely sleeping or eating or breathing until he can be lulled by the rise and fall of your chest.

It’s late at night when you come back to him. Blinking delicate eyes open, eyes Marcus didn’t know if he’d ever see again. Although bleary, you have a small smile on your face, and you squeeze his hand in yours, unwilling to let it go when he tries to pull away. Marcus stares at you reverently, the breakable heaven tense over the room at the sight of each other.

“Iron Man,” you smirk gently. “I—I’m sorry I missed our date.”

“You’re sorry?” Marcus responds incredulously. “I’m sorry. If it wasn’t for me you would’ve never gotten hurt and—wait, did you just say ‘date?’” With six simple words, any plan he had for what he was going to say, for how he could possibly push you away when all he wanted to do was pull you closer, was thrown out the window.

“Yeah,” you sigh. “Sorry—did I read that wrong? I thought—I thought you were asking me on a date in the car—”

“I was,” Marcus confirms, and you nod with a smile and deep breath. “But I thought—I didn’t—” You squeeze his hand in yours, humming.

“I know,” you laugh, gasping when the action causes pain, and Marcus practically jumps to his feet, but you shake your head. “I got you, Marcus. I always got you.”

“But—but I couldn’t get you,” he counters.

“You did. You got Vortex.”

“But—but you were only in the situation to begin with because of me. Because of decisions I made,” he practically whines.

“I thought I told you that any decisions you make are the right ones,” you chide. Marcus lets the silence hang over the room.

“How could this possibly be right when it led to this?” You pull his hand toward you, and his body follows it until he’s hovering over you. With any strength you have left, you lift your body from the bed to press your lips gently to his.

“Exactly. It led to this,” you breathe into his mouth, and Marcus’s brain finally catches up with him. He presses his mouth back to yours greedily, lips locking and moving in unison with yours as he hears your heart monitor speed up to his side. When he pulls away, you bring a hand to his cheek, holding him close to you.

“I love you,” he admits almost sheepishly, tears forming at his lashes. “I—God, I had all these plans for how I was gonna do this, with flowers and chocolates and—" He pauses for a moment, hands flicking to bring various metal medical tools that were left in the room to hover in the air. Scalpels and tweezers and scissors twist into a lopsided heart, which he hands to you as you laugh lightly, careful of the many sharp edges. "I—I love you, and I thought—I thought—”

“I love you too, Marcus,” you quiet him, pulling him into the cramped medical cot with you. He settles into your side, chin to the crown of your head and inhales your scent—when it enters his brain, it brings forward all those plans he had made—plans he thought he lost. Picket fences and white dresses and baby shoes. He’s so absorbed in thought that he doesn’t notice the comfortable silence hanging over the room.

“What’ch’you thinkin’ about up there, Iron Man,” you tease gently. “I can hear your gears turning from here.”

“They—they asked me to be the leader of the Heroics,” he says bashfully.

“And?” you press.

“I told them I’d only do it if you lead the command center,” Marcus retorts, and you look up to him in confusion. “You—you’re the only one I want by my side out there. In life, too—but especially out there.” You nod as if you’re considering his words.

“Okay. I’ll do it,” you agree, watching as Marcus’ face splits into a broad smile. He presses his lips to yours again, almost celebratory, then presses his forehead to yours to bask in your presence.

“I think I figured out your everyday superpower,” Marcus admits shyly, keening when you snuggle closer to him despite the limited space in the cot. You hum in response, waiting for him to continue. “Being you.”

“That’s not a superpower, Marcus,” you complain, playfully swatting his arm.

“It is to me. It is when it’s you,” he responds, and you feel heat rise to your cheeks. You both bask in the moment, finally not focusing on the future or the ideas or planning; you focus on each other. And finally, for the first time in his life, Marcus is thankful for his superpowers.

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[the-tiniest-one]

Parenting Rock Lee with Might Guy :)

Note:@xemaliahrssx here ya go! I hope it tastes just like you dreamed it would!

Sitting at the kitchen table, watching Guy and Lee devour the dinner you made, had you feeling nostalgic... You watched with your head rested on your hand. It was the little family moments that you appreciated more than anything else these days. "Yeah! and then I caught him in a cross block!" Lee said, describing their latest mission, his mouth full of food.

"Haha yes yes (y/n) you should have been there, our Rock Lee is becoming a real force to be reckoned with, much like his handsome sensei" Guy said with a wink in your direction.

"Handsome indeed" you said with a grin.

Thinking back to the days when you were a little more of a workaholic made you laugh. If you told your younger-self all those years ago that you would be Konoha's worst helicopter parent in just a few years, you'd have never believed it. Guy was a perfect match for you in that regard. You two were a well oiled machine when it came to parenting.

While Lee could do no wrong in your eyes, Guy was a bit heavy handed in his discipline of Lee's skills as a shinobi. You kissed every bruise and scrape, while Guy was teaching him how to prevent them in the first place.

Rock Lee has had more than his fair share of the short-end-of-the- shit-stick his entire life. BUT One could be forgiven for not recognizing the true level of hardship the boy has overcome in his short tenure as a shinobi. Lee is a true underdog.

Lucky for him, you've always been a bit of a sucker for an underdog.

You thought back to those early days......

Even before Lee evolved to a mini version of your childhood crush, you felt the need to protect him. Watching him fumble and practice jutsu in vain day after day.....early in the morning and into the night. You would watch him from a distance while training your own team. One early morning, you decided to check in on the boy with long black hair. He kicked at a post, counting off as you looked on...10....11.....12.....his kicks were weak even for his young age. As he got closer to 50 he fell back, overwhelmed by the pain of repetitively beating his shins into the wood without chakra to safeguard his bones.

Clearly angry at his situation, the thought occurred to you that maybe he wasn't using chakra because he couldn't....the boy had tears streaming from his eyes. It broke your heart to watch a kid who couldn't be more than 10, cursing his life.

"A kid working that hard shouldn't have to feel that defeated..." you said to yourself.

You felt conflicted. Torn between wanting to step in and takeover his training...but feeling the weight of responsibility that would come with encouraging a child to chase a pipedream that would only lead to disappointment. You knew all too well what happens to weak ninja. The reality was that it would be cruel to encourage the boy to peruse a life as dangerous as that of a shinobi. You were no slouch when it came to taijutsu but ninjas are able to compete with one another because of the advantages that come with developing kakai genki.

Could a boy with no use of chakra stand a chance against the generations of those families of ninja who use fearsome jutsu and tactics like lightning...wind....wood or even hereditary gifts like the dreaded sharingan or byakugen? The real answer was sad and harsh. No. He couldn't.

You wouldn't be so irresponsible as to tell the boy he could be anything but a failure.

If he perused that path, he would die young.

So you stood back, restraining the desire to comfort and nurture the little boy out of what you told yourself was mercy. Day after day, week after week....you watched on....until it became too much. You couldn't sleep anymore, couldn't function on missions the same way. Always thinking back to him still out at those training grounds.....always struggling.

....

One morning it was pouring rain. You called off training that day for your team and headed out to the place you knew he would be. He was there of course. He was doing his best to catch a cold while practicing hand signs to no avail. After watching him for a few minutes you finally asked, "What's your name kid?" speaking loud to project over the rain. Startled he looked up to where you stood, perched on a post a few feat away. "I...Im Rock Lee" he said timidly. You laughed at his shy but sweet face, "Im y/n" you said.

"Your kicks look like they could use some work", holding your palm about chest high, to show him where his blow should be landing. The boy grimaced...clearly angry with his lack of direction in training. You laughed and the both of you worked on his kicks for the duration of the morning.

"I think you'll be a splendid ninja someday" you said as you offered him a bit of lunch you packed. The boy looked up at you with the most heartbreaking fear in his eyes, "I can't use chakra" Lee said barley above a whisper, clearly ashamed to tell you the truth.

You ruffled his hair. "Look kid, life is shitty sometimes. But I can tell you are someone who will never quit. No matter the odds, and that is something worth more than all the talent in the world." He instantly smiled up at you, melting your heart for what would be the first of a million times. Laughing and showing you also first time you saw that shiny smile that you would come to love more that anything on earth.

From then on he was your responsibility. Your chest burned with pride in his concrete determination. Feeling instantly the protective burn and feral instinct to insulate him from anything that would hurt him.

....

It was about a year later when things evolved. You and Lee had become close. He, being an orphan as you found out he was, had taken your invitation to live in your spare bedroom. It wasn't long before you were nagging him to be sure and eat breakfast before class, take baths every night. You were often hearing your mothers voice echo in your own as you guided the child to a structure he lacked.

You even went to his parent meetings at the Academy, much to the surprise of Iruka (because he himself was 2 years older than you and had known you since you were smol) laughed when you asked to see Lee's reports.

----

Then one hot summer day you got the order... your team was dispatched on your first extended mission with your new genin. 3 months on a C rank mission to Suna. Your heart sank as you remembered Lee's graduation exam was in just a few days. Before you left, you kissed his forehead and promised a tearful Lee who had become just as attached as you over the last year, that would bring him back a graduation present.

You just knew he would finally pass.

....

Returning to the village near midnight you couldn't wait to see Lee. After giving report to Lord Third, you quickly made your way home. Quietly cracking the door to his bedroom, you peaked in to see his sweet little face. The snoring boy looked peaceful.

"He cut his hair?" you thought puzzled..."he must have done it himself, it looks a little odd." You laughed at the thought of him using a bowl to cut his hair.

Then your eyes traveled to the headband still around his forehead, "He passed!!!" you quietly celebrated, careful not to wake him up. You placed the promised gift on his dresser, a brand-new set of num-chuks you'd had made in Suna.

The next morning you were up before sunrise making a celebratory breakfast when an extreme round of knocking came from the apartment's front door.

You quickly answered, immediately flustered when on the other side was none other than Might Guy....the same Guy you'd had the hots for over a decade.

"Y/N!, I must have the wrong address! I was looking for one of my students!" Guy said in his familiar boisterous cadence. Laughing nervously you started to respond, when behind you Lee pushed his way through the doorframe. Your eyes widened at the sight.

The haircut made sense now, Lee stood side by side with his sensei. He was wearing Guy's jumpsuit... they could have been father and son.

Looking at the two of them standing side by side in front of you for the first time gave you the most jarring sense of dejavu.

"Guy sensei! Look what Y/N brought me from her most dangerous mission!" Lee brandished the weapon, beaming up at his teacher who laughed and winked in your direction. "Ah, a great choice! Only the most skilled ninja know how to use such a fine weapon! We must enlighten you at once Lee my boy!" With that the handsome jonin and your sweet Rock Lee were off to train.

You had known Guy since he was still struggling to gain entrance to the Academy, you knew that the man who radiated confidence today, only earned that ability through blood, sweat, and tears.

You apprehensively accepted that Might Guy was a good match to be Lee's sensei.

"Be careful!" you called, more than a little apprehensive at the thought of your sweet baby boy training with such an admittedly impulsive man. Feeling a small tug of sadness as you watched the two of them disappear down the street.

"Lee's getting tall..." you though as you closed the door.

....

Over the next few years Lee had grown into a strong young man. You felt such extreme pride in everything he did. Even though you being in your mid-twenties were not nearly old enough to be Lee's mother, he had taken to occasionally calling you mom.

Lee was never embarrassed of you as he grew into a teen like some of the other kids his age. He was always just as willing to give you a hug before a mission as the day you met him.

It would be a lie to say that the relationship you and Guy shared hadn't also matured along the way. Although you weren't Lee's biological parents, anyone would be forgiven for thinking that you were. Everything you had admired about Guy, his hot-bloodedness, his devotion to youthful perseverance, his love of his village had been passed down to your surrogate son.

It was only natural that you and Guy would become a team in raising Rock Lee. Over time after a few years of dinners, training sessions, birthdays, holidays etc...Guy decided to propose to you.

It was a literal dream come true. You couldn't say yes fast enough. But as required when two shinobi become married, when you went to sign the paperwork to make your marriage official, requesting a stamp of approval from Lady Tsunade....she extended to you a folder with a second set of forms.

Guy beamed as you read the contents. Adoption papers with Lee's name printed at the top in bold.

"He will always be our son. Since we are making it official... why not add one more?" Guy said with a laugh. The tears began welling in your eyes. "He's 17" you laughed, "I love you" is all you could think to say in response to the most kind gesture you have ever witnessed.

Guy held his trademark thumbs up high as he replied, "Lee will always need his mom, no matter how big he gets!" His words like music to your heart...

You'd never felt so complete as you walked hand in hand with Guy, on your way home to surprise your sweet son with the news.

Upon telling Lee what the two of you had done, he looked from the papers back to you. Confusion spread across the sweet ravenette's features. "But I do not understand" Lee said with a hand rubbing the back of his neck. "Have you not always been my mom?"

The innocent look in his eye and profound sincerity in his voice made tears well in your eyes for what felt like the tenth time that day. You laughed and swept he and Guy into a hug that didn't last long enough. "What's for dinner?" the two men asked in unison and in that moment you knew you were the luckiest person in the world.

[tokyotokoyami]

MHA Character Reaction: Getting You Pregnant

Aizawa, Bakugo, Hawks, Kaminari, Kirishima, Midoriya, Todoroki, + Tokoyami

Genre: Fluff, Suggestive

Warnings: 18+, unplanned pregnancy, brief mentions of abortion, profanity and obscene language

A/N: not really anatomy neutral but doesn’t use pronouns so still gender neutral

“we’re having a kid?”

notice how he says ‘we’

heart melting

pretends to be upset but really isn’t

“great now i have another rugrat to take care of”

kind of stoked to have a mini him running around

really wants a boy just because he really does want to see a tiny version of himself

if he had a girl he wouldn’t be mad though

would spoil his little princess

the type of guy to buy cheesy matching outfits for the kid

tries to help out in his own special way

“go sit down. i can do it myself dumbass.”

cooks for you a lot more

just wants to take care of you and your little prince/ss

if you ever complain about being pregnant, don’t

he’s going to complain right back

“the hell are you complaining for, you’re the one that wanted me to knock you up.”

he’s going to try even harder to be the #1 hero

that dumbass tsundere wants nothing more than to be the best for you and your baby

so excited

“i’m gonna be a dad? i’m gonna be a dad!”

you’ve never seen his face light up that bright

smothers you in kisses, picks you up and spins you in circles

immediately becomes what i like to call a helicopter husband (even if you’re not married)

“sorry was that too tight? did i hurt you?”

he’s gonna nag you ALL. THE. TIME.

“hey babe, are you eating enough? are you getting lots of fluids?”

“you’re not drinking coffee are you? don’t it’s not good for the baby.”

“don’t stand for too long or you’ll-“

ALL. THE. TIME.

if you’re thinking about doing anything just don’t

if you’re a pro hero he will demand you take off work for the next nine months

of course he didn’t want you getting hurt before but now he really doesn’t want you hurt

he wouldn’t necessarily want you to stop working completely but he’ll suggest you stay in the office

he’d never force you to stay behind though,, he doesn’t think it’s manly to force anything on you

but he cares a lot and wants you as safe as possible

buys baby shoes for the hell of it

“they were cute! just like our little angel inside of you.”

his brain is blank

nothing you’re saying is going through to him

“YOU’RE TELLING ME YOU’RE PREGNANT?! HOW?!”

needs time to process

when his brain finally stops short circuiting he’s going to panic

“i’m not ready yet! what are we going to do?”

he’ll come around after like a day or so

and when he does oh boy are you in for a treat

super proud

brags about it non-stop

“hey did you hear? y/n is pregnant with my baby. we’re starting a family.”

“yea denki we know you’ve told us twenty times already”

super excited even though he has no idea what he doing

thinks pregnancy is hot

starts calling you mama

“hey mama, lookin’ good”

in the end he’s excited to be a dad even if he has no idea what he’s doing

"cool”

isn’t worried at all really which is weird considering he hasn’t thought about having kids

doesn’t even consider getting rid of it

the type of guy to take parenting classes because he wants everything to be perfect

comes home one day with tons of bags

“i bought this for the baby”

he’s got clothes, shoes, toy, stuff for a nursery, EVERYTHING

he’s got stuff for you too

he’s spoiling you more than before

gives you some of the those good old icyhot massages to make you feel better

holds your hair back when you get morning sickness

goes out of his way to satisfy your pregnant cravings no matter how disgusting or bizzare they may be

makes sure you have a good doctor which a lot of people tend to really overlook

the perfect partner really

now why the hell would you tell him this

he’s going to freak the fuck out

his head is going a thousand miles a minute

does that little deku mumble thing

will ask all might what to do

does his research

wants to learn everything about pregnancy

and when he does

he’s mortified

thinks of all the pain you’re going to be in nine months from now

tries to make up for it by babying you

waits on you hand and foot

you could breathe in a certain direction and he’s in butler mode

“what is it? your breath changed. do you need something. i can get it for you. just tell me what it is i got it.”

“well this is unexpected.”

immediately assumes you don’t want this

“your body your choice.”

isn’t going to tell you he wants to keep it

he doesn’t want to influence your decision

he doesn’t want you to feel like he thinks you’re a incubator or something when that certainly isn’t the case

if you tell him you’re keeping it he’ll be so relieved

he’s thanking all the gods at once

if you’re not married already he’s going to propose

isn’t super traditional but he thinks you might as well seal the deal if you’re just going to start a family regardless

he had decided a while ago that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you

his plans just got a little sped up

but he’s happy

his dream come true

“are you serious right now? if you’re joking i won’t forgive you.”

since he had his childhood stripped away from him he’s wanted nothing more than to have a kid of his own to show the world how it’s done

i think he’s another one that wants a daughter but i also see him wanting a son

and for that reason i think he’d want the gender to be a surprise

he doesn’t want to know until that thing comes out of you

he buys a tiny version of his hero costume for the kid to wear

he would expect the kid to have his quirk

so he mentally prepares for that

and brags about it

“they’ll be flying around the city in no time, isn’t that right kiddo?”

did i mention he talks to your stomach constantly

gets off on the fact that he’s the one that got you pregnant

constantly tells you how much he loves your pregnant body

lets you know that fun time does not stop just because you’re pregnant if you know what i mean

very calm

why should he panic anyways

he already has a kid,, what’s so bad about having another

he cares more about how you feel

“are you willing to go through all the pains of being pregnant?”

tells eri she’s getting a sister

and yes he says sister

does not hide his desire for a daughter

just another princess for him to spoil

he does consider the possibility of eri feeling differently about him now that he has a biological kid otw

so he’ll go out of his way to show her that he still loves her the same

will buy cat themed items for the child

goes to the doctor with you and holds your hand the whole time

honestly he gets super protective of you,, way more protective than before

someone on the street could look at you the wrong way and he’d think about suspending them from a lamp post in his scarf cocoon

also quite a bit more touchy

whether it be in public, at home in the kitchen, on the couch, or laying in bed with you in his arms

hes always got a least one of his arms wrapped around you because he wants to feel closer to the little monster inside of you

[knockknockchicagopd]

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❚❙ REQUEST BY ANON: Would I be able to request prompt 16 “You're mine. I don't share”. With Hank voight where they go to one of those police events and she works in his unit and they are a couple with her being younger and they dont have to be in police uniform so she wears a really nice dress and as he introduces her and talks to other people he knows, some of the men check her out and try flirt with her and he notices. Could there be a bit of smut if not that's cool to ❤❤

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❚❙ WORDS: about 3k.

❚❙ Warnings: swearing, unprotected sex.

❚❙ A/N: this writing hasn’t been edited, you may find some grammar mistakes, I’m sorry about that. If you find a description about body or a word out of place, or something that makes you feel uncomfortable / unrepresented, let me know by a private message and I will change it delighted.

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Fortunately, it's been a quiet day, otherwise, you couldn't deal with a Districts event like the Commanders call them. A meeting that reunites every officer, inspector, detective, and whoever who wears ‘the blue uniform’; including special agents from the FBI. These last ones are the kind of man who pushes you out of your good mood with all that quackery about serving the whole country, the unlimited resources, the missions. Every time you hear a fed talking about how passionate and exciting their jobs are, you just want to punch their faces. Mostly, they're behind a desk while cops like you are protecting the streets of Chicago in the firing line. But, as Burgess and Upton said, it's time to have some fun. And anything else.

Since you don't have to wear that horrible uniform you use at official events, you have chosen a breathtaking black silk dress that fits your anatomy to perfection, falling from your chest, with a spaghetti strap neckline, to your ankles. And a pair of skyscraper highlights on the same color, with the small difference that the heels are tremendously golden. Your back is almost bare, being crossed by four fine strips, knowing it's going to give Hank some trouble. Oh, you're going to have so much fun tonight. You are very sure.

The soft make-up delights your cute, but lethal, outfit on point ready to leave Kim's house accompanied by your friends. You've arranged to meet at the party with the rest of the Unit since your future husband and Antonio needed to be from the start of the event, which means the three of you are going to earn more than some gazes by assisting alone, with no male figures by your sides. As if you need some kind of protection. Men (...).

Stepping out from your car and giving the keys to the parking attendant, who seems he's having a heart attack after watching you walk with so much cockiness and sensuality, you come into the party. The look you exchange with Kim and Hailey as soon as you check the reaction of the assistants, makes you draw a triumphant smile while raising your chin in some kind of greeting. You aren't going to stop now, leading your steps straight to your partners. Ruzek chokes on champagne with his eyes over Burgess, while Hank looks at you over the edge of his glass of bourbon taking a sip.

“You should work like that every day”. Antonio opines welcoming the three of you in his arms.

“I second that, brother”. Jay quickly adds making a toast with his cup of red wine.

“Bet you'd be the one who wouldn't work”. Hailey replies palming his chest, making you giggle.

In the meantime they continue arguing about the dress code, a strong arm gets placed around your lower back to push you somewhat closer, letting his hand fall over your hipbone. You know exactly what it means. Hank isn't the kind of jealous man, who needs to mark his territory like a dog. But you know that sometimes he feels insecure because of the age gap. He trusts you blindly, that's a fact, but he's human; he has fears and you understand it. Putting your left hand on the back of his neck, you caress his scalp almost unnoticeably, tilting your head to leave a gentle kiss on his cheek earning a satisfied grin from him.

“You look really beautiful tonight”. He whispers, watching you sideways as if it's a secret between you two.

“Thank you, Sergeant. I always try to do my best”.

Hank chuckles against his glass about to have a last sip till emptying it. Taking it from his hand, you pull yourself away to go to the bar and ask for two more drinks. You're thirsty and too sober to be a Friday night. Checking some emails on your phone while the bartender serves your order, you can't help but listen to some backtalk about your career. A couple of suited men combed as politicians and wrapped on a strong scent that throws your stomach. You try to ignore them until they're close enough from your position to offer you a hand in a formal greeting.

“Johnson and Derrick. FBI”.

The blonde one looks like a senior official, while the other looks like a newbie. Turning towards both, you come into the forced polite mood to stretch his hand firmly.

“(Y/L/N), Intelligence Unit, gentlemen. A pleasure”.

“The pleasure is ours, detective”.

“Special agent”. You correct him inevitably, even if it sounds arrogant.

“Special agent, of course”. Johnson replies with a nod of his chin. “I've read your file lately. I have no words to describe it. Graduated with excellent grades in Yale, two years in the Army, another undercover in a Cartel… And you also know how to fly a helicopter”.

“If you weren't from the FBI, I could think you've been stalking me like one of your serial killers, sir”. The sarcasm in your tone of voice earns your Unit's attention, very focused on the conversation between the feds and you.

“Who catches a monster without becoming one, right?”

The man introduces a hand under his jacket to offer you his business card. But you don't take it, just looking at it for a second before raising your eyes towards his.

“In your academy shows you to have the big balls to disrespect a Sergeant or a Chief, by trying to steal their officers in front of their faces? Because mine shows us to serve and protect the citizens”.

His gesture changes suddenly in a sight, hearing some chuckles behind you coming from Hailey and Kim. Raising both eyebrows as you don't get any reply back, you just nod before grabbing the two drinks you have asked for when they interrupted you. Coming back to your friends, you can't help but wrinkle your nose in a gesture of disgust earning more giggles from your partners. But it doesn't seem funny for Hank, who you know he's killing them in thousands of ways inside his head.

As the night passes, you notice Agent Johnson's eyes on you with no shame, starting to make you feel uncomfortable. Although you would be delighted to embarrass him in front of everyone, he has had enough from you. But this doesn't end there. Excusing yourself, you step to the terrace almost emptied to have some fresh air, knowing he's going to follow you. Maybe, to insist a little more. He was so interested in recruiting you to miss the chance.

And as you thought, he's that predictable. You don't turn because of his steps coming closer, but because he pretends to clear his throat to claim your attention. Crossing your arms over your chest, you tilt your head to a side feigning curiosity with a forced smile showing up on your lips.

“I would like to apologize for my behavior. In my profession isn't habitual to find agents of your characteristics”.

“For sure, sir. It doesn't matter”.

“You could have an extraordinary career in the FBI”.

“I already have it where I am. I don't need schedules, cheap suits, and an earpiece to succeed”.

“I understand your relationship interferes in your decision, but you do—”.

“I'm sorry, you said what? Did you…? Oh, god, I can't fucking believe it”. You can't help but laugh shaking your head. “I don't have any relationship as soon as I wear my badge, sir. And you are starting to cross a line you don't want to cross. Believe me”.

“Ma'am, don't misunderstand my words, nor my intentions. I just think ma—”.

“Nobody asked you to think, Johnson”.

Raising your eyes over his shoulders, you can see your boyfriend sipping his glass of whisky, joining the talk as he tries to keep calm. You know Hank to perfection. If he wasn't your boss, he would have punched him already.

“If you continue pissing off my agent, we're gonna have a problem”.

The man just nods, alternating his gaze between the two of you. Seems that he has admitted his defeat.

“Beautiful and lethal. You're a son of a bitch with so much luck, Voight. Take care of this diamond. Or she will end up wearing a blue jacket with yellow letters”.

“Uh-huh”. He replies as you continue remaining silent.

Passing your boss away back to the party, leaving you alone, you can't hide the proud smile that turns your gesture into a funnier one. Taking short steps towards him, you steal the glass from his hand to drink from it under his attentive brown eyes.

“Blue isn't my color. Not at all. I'm more into black”. You whisper referring to the jackets you are used to wearing in the Chicago department.

“Hm…”

“Imagine having your badge hanging from your neck all day like a collar. Do I look like a dog? I prefer to have it on my belt. And I'm already used to the disgusting watered coffee we make in the twenty-one”. As you continue giving him more reasons, your forefinger traces a path up from his chest to his nape. “And I have so much fun driving my Dodge all around Chicago”.

“Anything else you wanna add?”

“Hm… no. Actually, not. That's all, sir”. You reply puckering your lips, pulling yourself away some inches with a playful aura wrapping you both.

“Now lemme tell you something here”. Hank says then, leaning over your ear. “You're mine, I don't share”.

His voice and his characteristic raspy voice gives you some chills down your spine bone. Biting your bottom lip unconsciously while he stands up, you know the party is over for you and it's time to go home. Holding your hand and taking back his glass of whisky, you walk inside to say your goodbyes before leaving the fancy place straight to the underground parking. You are not going to lie saying you don't love his dominant mood when the occasion demands it.

As soon as you reach your car, you can notice sideways Hank making sure you're totally alone. He doesn't usually take risks of being seen in public too lovey-dovey, but it's not about it this time and you can't wait for him to go ahead with his intentions. Of course, he doesn't make you wait for too long to push your back to the copilot door, attacking your neck in the meantime his hands grab your hips stealing you a low gasp. Hank makes himself between your legs, urging you to surround his waist with one of them to close the distance that separates you, feeling the need he has to mark his territory, as rarely he shows.

“Take me home”. You almost beg closing your eyes as his teeth are nailed on your most sensitive spot, earning a soft grunt that vibrates your body.

“I'm gonna take you here, sweetheart. Any problem?”

“Hell, no, sergeant”.

“Get in the car. Now”.

You don't complain, taking it as an order when he takes two steps back releasing your body and opening the back door for you. And the next minute passes too fast, rolling up your dress as Hank undoes his belt and unzips his pants. In just a sigh he's deep-buried between your legs. It's the first time you take this kind of risk, almost in public, and the horniness it produces is driving you crazy. With your lips almost touching the others, you moan uninhibited every time his hands on your lower back urge you to keep swinging your hips, sitting on his lap.

The way his eyes memorize every gesture drawn on your face has you breathless. It's a sensation you can't describe. Hank has some kind of power over you that you haven't experienced before, even if you think you're indomitable he always manages to make whatever he wants with you. And you know it. You let him do it. Just like right now, marking his territory with desirous bites and wet kisses all around your exposed throat. The most visible part of your body. He doesn't need to prove anything. He isn't the kind of man who needs to call out any other man who dares to lay his eyes on you. Everybody in this damn city knows you're more than his pupil and they're too scared to say hi, although there's always an exception to the rule. In this case, the FBI agents acting like carrion birds.

The mist clouds the windows, as the heat concentrated on your bodies makes you sweat slightly. Hank takes the control turning you under his body against the seat in a position that puts you to see the stars. Every move of his pelvis is accurate, hitting your g-spot, satisfied with how good his name sounds getting drowned between pleased moans once and again. With every push to your body, his dick is dug deeper through your tight wetness making him grunt into your ear, feeling more delighted than never before. And everything is because of the way you had to reply to that FBI agent in front of everyone, showing him how clear you have your preferences; not only because of your relationship, as Johnson pointed out. But because everybody in Chicago is aware that there's no better boss in law enforcement. There's no better Unit than the Intelligence one from the police department of your hometown.

As your legs get wrapped around his waist to pull him closer, one of his arms surrounds your middle back while his free hand flies straight to your throat. Keeping your eyes closed, the suffocating sensation within your lower belly continues growing with every thrust that steals the air from your lungs and races your heart over its possibilities. You're close. So close that your mind is a total blank, just focused on the way only he can make you feel. So good, so desired, so full of life. He knows it, he takes it in advantage. And he enjoys it more than anything.

“Oh, fuck…” Hank got you almost in tears because of the pleasure, traveling your hands to the back of his neck, nailing your nails there. “God… I'm gonna… Fuck, Hank, don't stop, please… Don't stop”.

“I won't, my love… Not till you give me what I want”.

His voice always plays dirty with your mind. The way he has to drag every syllable on his tongue with that husky voice that puts you to tremble, as he continues burying his hard dick inside you with no mercy, speeding up as soon as he feels your legs clung to his body slightly shaking. Because of the fewer insecurities he has about your relationship, he feels proud whenever he makes you reach that sweet sensation of the orgasm taking control of your anatomy. He doesn't care if he has to use his hands, his tongue… whatever. It's not only about sex between the two of you, of course not. But making you cum screaming out his name is an every-day-goal.

And you don't make him wait for too long, arching your back when a lash of heat hits your spine and the grenade inside your lower belly explodes. Your gasps fill up your car, while he continues fucking you harder than seconds before not showing any compassion to your exhausted body, looking for your lips to devours them desperately. His tongue starts a fight for dominance, winning over yours like every single time, in the meantime his fingers grips tightly your throat. Instinctively, you swing your hips in sync, provoking every move to go deeper among your shaky legs.

Hank can't hold it anymore, digging his cock to the limits of your guts, almost hitting your soul with a last strong lung. His warm seed fills you up completely, keeping pushing his body against yours, pressing both to the seat with his hands now placed on the headrest. It feels like a whole set of fireworks. Your moans complement his delighted growls to perfection.

“Don't move, please”. You beg with a thin voice thread, at the same time he rests his forehead on yours.

The two of you can barely breathe, trying to recover after an intense session of your favorite cardio workout. From nowhere, you can't help but giggle in unison. You can't believe you just fucked inside your car and with the risk of being caught in the act. A sergeant and one of his special agents. Even if it's your free night and you're in an established relationship, he's still your boss.

“I would miss working with you”.

“Huh?”

“If I get the FBI's offer”. You mumble, leaving clumsy kisses all around his face. “You're the best cop Chicago has”.

“You don't have to butter me up for a second round”.

Shaking your head briefly and laughing, you caress his scalp so gently as he sinks his face into your sweaty neck.

“Now you said so… maybe I have the fantasy of being bent over your desk”.

“Maybe?”

“Yeah, just… maybe”.

“Then maybe I could bring you to my office, before going home. There's some paperwork to attend to”.

[imo-chan-imagines]

『 As your boyfriend | FKBU Headcanons 』

Characters: female!reader, Kambe Daisuke, Kato Haru

Tags/warnings: Fugou Keiji Balance: Unlimited (anime), 18+, strong sexual references, fluff, angst, Haru's PTSD, headcanons, daddy kink and cockwarming (kind of?) for Daisuke, breeding kink for Haru *coughing intensifies*

⚠️ 18+ CONTENT! MINORS: PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT ⚠️

A/N: Felt like writing some more for these boys because ~holy shit~ do I love them, and I maybe went a teensy bit overboard. Oopsie! 🤭 But anyway, have y'all seen episode 6?! Let's freaking gooo! (No spoilers, don't worry) Thanks for reading! Enjoy! Imo~

Kambe Daisuke

First up: daddy kink. I know it, you know it, we all know it. So let's not beat about the bush

Quite dominant and firm with you (see: daddy kink)

But he absolutely loves spoiling you

Expensive gifts, like one-of-a-kind necklaces, seductive perfumes, satin dresses, lace underwear, etc.

He loves dressing you up and showing you off

But he also loves spoiling you in bed more like ruining, I am deceased

A lot of butt grabbing in public hnng

He likes it when you don't wear any underwear because it makes for easier quickies like bent over the sink in the bathroom at his favourite club

He likes you sitting on his lap in front of people, too aye papi

American gangster vibes, honestly

He's not really one for soppy, romantic PDA, but he loves you letting people know that it's him you want and nobody else

He loves the look on people's faces when you call him 'daddy' that grin will be the death of me

Especially the look on Haru's face, lmao. He blushed like a tomato and couldn't speak a coherent sentence for a whole hour

Hickeys. Lots and lots of hickeys. And don't even think about covering them up

Daisuke loves sleeping naked and has a habit of walking around the house in just a towel when he gets out the shower fight me

He's also completely oblivious to what it does to you

A MASSIVE bed with super soft, satiny sheets. They feel like clouds uwu

He gets HEUSC to remind him of important dates, like birthdays, anniversaries, etc.

Date Ideas: Unlimited sorry, not sorry

From fancy restaurants, to exclusive movie premieres, to late night helicopter rides to the other side of the country, Daisuke can and will pay for anything if it makes you happy

He also lets you introduce him to lots of new things, like trying different kinds of street food on dates, going rowing on the pond in the park, having a go at karaoke, renting bikes and cycling round the city, going hiking at the nearest nature reserve or wilderness, etc. adorable

He's like a curious kitten when he's trying new things, putting a lot of trust in you to guide him through it

He always looks perfect in the photos you snap, even the ones he wasn't aware you were taking, and it's a lowkey frustrating that he nearly always looks prettier than you

But it's not his fault, so you'll only pout for a little while

His face is pretty hard to read most of the time, but you eventually get used to it and pick up on all his little mood indicators

His ears move when he's happy, and you can't convince me otherwise

He'll hold your heels for you when your feet hurt on a night out

He smells of leather and sandalwood, and his kisses taste of expensive whisky and cigars

He loves it when you bite his lower lip while making out

He's kind of possessive, but in a protective way

He never thought of himself as a particularly jealous person, until one night he came back to the bar and saw some other guy hitting on you the attention was definitely unwanted on your side

It made his blood boil – clenched fists, piercing glare if looks could kill

But he managed to stay calm and maturely tell the guy to get lost, with his arm snaking round your waist

Daisuke made it very clear that it wasn't you he didn't trust. It was that he didn't trust that guy – or any guy, for that matter

His favourite ~position~ is on a table or other surface with your legs over his shoulders

He's a god at eating you out

He's a god at everything in the bedroom, tbh

Saint Laurent condoms, because he's that fucking extra I'm screaming

His hair always falls out of place when you're fucking it's so hot and cute, wtf

It's a lot of glitz and glamour on the surface, but when it's just the two of you, you know just how much you mean to him

The King of Aftercare™

He used to suck at aftercare until he properly tried it. Then he realised that he needed it as much as you did le cry

Back rubs, forehead kisses, playing with your hair, soft whispers in your ear

He holds you so tightly that it gets hard to breathe, and you can feel his heart beating hard against your back

Sometimes he likes to just stay inside you after finishing

He enjoys the feeling of you around him, and honestly, you like just feeling him being inside you cockwarming, kind of?

Soft little nuzzles with his nose in his sleep even better when he's fallen asleep while still inside you

He's not perfect, but being with you makes him try to be better

Help, my heart's so full 🤧

Kato Haru

This man is a sweetie pie, honestly

Not just boyfriend material, but husband material put a ring on it, hun

Lots of home cooking, and it all tastes so good you honestly believe he could just quit being a cop and open up a restaurant

He loves cooking with you, too. It's fun bonding time

Sometimes he stands behind you and guides your hands etc. it sometimes goes a little further, if ya know what I'm saying 👀

Knows how to do all the chores and housework, and actually does his share look at my practical hubby

Random pillow fights that turn into cuddle sessions

He talks in his sleep waaahh, so cute

Sometimes it's utter nonsense, like 'Don't let the donuts escape'

Other times, it's things like, 'I love Y/N so much,' or 'Let's have babies,' while he's holding onto you, and you just melt

Spooning. So much spooning

Lots of budget date ideas, like building pillow forts, watching sunsets and stargazing from the balcony, going for hikes and runs together, going for picnics, feeding ducks at the pond, etc.

One time, a duck chased him around the pond because he had the bread, and he had to run for 20 minutes before it gave up thank God for all that cardio

The Master of Flat Pack Furniture™ – because he takes his time and actually reads the instructions

Daisuke had a ™ so Haru needed one too

Takes good care of you on your period and actually knows about different sanitary products

He smells really fresh and clean, like Imperial Leather soap and air-dried laundry as long as he hasn't been on a stakeout, lmao

He loves taking showers with you, but like, actual showers

The first and only time you had shower sex was hot and steamy until:

1. You realised that water does not a good lube make and 2. He slipped and accidentally shoved his dick in your ass instead

You fully passed out, and he was so frantic that he bundled you into the car and drove you straight to the ER you were in just a towel, might I add

You both look back on it now and laugh, but he was genuinely scared

Shower sex = never again

But he loves it when you straddle his lap and start grinding on him bonus points if you kiss his neck and run your hands through his hair

He's a pretty vanilla boy when it comes to sex, preferring positions like missionary and cowgirl, and liking a fairly even balance of power

He got super embarrassed and flustered when he finally mustered up the courage to suggest having car sex

And then even more embarrassed and flustered when you actually ended up doing it

He was blushing so hard the entire time and came really quickly, which only added to his embarrassment but you thought it was cute

He has really sensitive nipples which you use to your advantage

He absolutely loves hates it when you send him nudes or try and sext him while he's at work, because he gets a massive boner and will either have to live with it and probably get laughed at by those goobs in the office, or deal with it in the bathroom, which feels wrong to him on so many levels

Doesn't really stop you sending them though, because whenever you do, he comes home and fucks you really well

One thing that's not vanilla about him is how much he likes cumming inside you breeding kink, welcome to the party. Please take a seat

He didn't tell you about it for the longest time because he was embarrassed about it and was afraid you'd think it was gross or something please cum in me, sir

He was so relieved when you were understanding about it and open to the idea of indulging him

But he genuinely really wants kids some day he'd be a great dad

His PTSD doesn't stop him being a good boyfriend, but he's convinced that it does

Most days he seems okay, like he's over it, even

But sometimes you'll wake up in the middle of the night and find him curled up in the bath, shaking and crying into his knees my poor baby, I can't

Excuse me while I go and cry into my pillow for a while

You're his safety net

When he feels like he's drowning, you keep his head above the water until the waves eventually calm and recede, and he can breathe again

He hates putting so much on your shoulders

But you swear to him that you wouldn't want to be doing anything else, and that you're not going anywhere

This got so angsty, my heart can't take this 😭

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