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ONE | The Drone

Summary: Joaquin gets his very own version of Red Wing. Little does he know, there’s an actual person on the other end of the drone.

Warnings: none for this part, Joaquin just being his usual cute boyish self, reader insert

Word Count: 1.1k+

A/N: so after having this thought this morning I’m running with it. I don’t know how often I’ll update these but this is more an introduction to the premise. I have a couple ideas planned for this mini series but the idea is they are just quick things I can write. If I end up writing any spicy chapters I will mark them, but seeing as they are both at a distance from each other, this will be more slow burn fluffy pining. Anyway, enjoy!

“What is this? My birthday?” Joaquin asked eagerly as Sam approached him with a very fancy top secret looking briefcase.

“You wish.” Sam retorted stepping forward and swinging the briefcase up onto the deck.

Joaquin was practically bouncing from one leg to the other with excitement, his hands rubbing together in desperate need to touch whatever was inside. “What is it?”

There was a snap as Sam popped the locks on the case, but instead of opening it himself, he stepped back, his hand ushering his young protege forward to take a look.

Joaquin couldn’t believe his eyes. His fingers ghosted over the bird like drone inside the case, almost too scared to touch it as he took in the expensive and highly delicate piece of tech. His head whipped to the side, his eyes alight and giddy as the sought out Sam’s. “I get my own red wing!” He exclaimed.

Sam smiled at the younger man’s infectious and eager energy and almost let out a laugh. “Not quite. Red wing is mine. This is F.E.A.R.N,” he quickly explained. “Stands for Field, Environment, Artillery, Reconnaissance and Navigation. Your extra pair of eyes and back up in the field.” Sam said as Joaquin tried to keep his cool and seem at least a little professional. “You can talk to it and everything.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, really. Why don’t you give it a go.” Sam encouraged,

“What is it? That button there?” Joaquin asked only slightly hesitantly as he let his finger hover just above the button directly on top of the drone.

“That’s the one.”

“This one?” Joaquin said again, as if seeking his Father’s approval in case he did something wrong.

“Yup, that’s the one.”

“And I just press it and it starts?” Joaquin asked, checking yet again with a nervous yet giddy smile on his face.

“Yeah man, just press it!”

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You swivelled back and forth on your chair bored. First day of your new job and most of it had just been spent sitting around. Luckily this new job meant you could work from home- seeing as you were on call pretty much 24/7 for whenever the new Falcon was sent on a mission- meaning you could just sit around eating super noodles, read your book and drink endless cups of tea, but you were eager to do something. You knew that Captain America was handing over the new bit of tech you were hired to help man today, you just didn’t know when.

So far you had been waiting three hours, which had equated to 7 book chapters read, four games of solitaire won, 3 cups of tea and a freshly painted set of toe nails. You were just fanning them dry with your fingers when your computer started beeping to let you know the new drone had been activated. You quickly pushed your feet off the floor to wheel yourself back to your desk, your fingers quickly hitting a couple of buttons that allowed the sound and video feed to pop up on the screen and you immediately began to hear voices crackle through the speakers as you reached to put on the headset draped over the top of the monitor.

“Well why don’t you say hello,” Sam’s voice came out loudly through the speaker before switching to the headset as the Bluetooth connected.

“Umm, hello?” A nervous voice said, unsure what would happen.

“Hello, Joaquin,” you said cheerfully into the mic at your lips and you had to stop yourself from laughing and remain professional as his whole body practically jumped at hearing your response.

“It knows my name,” Joaquin said, turning to Sam in disbelief. “It knows my name!!!” He said more giddily, his fingers latching onto Sam’s shoulders in excitement. You couldn’t help but smile at the Lieutenant’s boyish reactions.

“I know a lot more than just that.” You responded playfully, your eyes glancing back over the file on your desk again.

“Really? Nothing bad I hope.” He beamed and it really took all your effort to be professional. You knew he was attractive and his track record spoke for itself as far as what had been written down on paper, but no one had prepared you for his personality and you could already feel yourself growing weak at the knees.

“Now, now.” Sam said, breaking up the conversation to get things back on track. “Now you know how Red Wing works?” Sam prompted the younger recruit, his tone changing.

“Yeah,” Joaquin responded.

“Okay, well think of FEARN as being like Red Wing but on steroids. She can not only check the area for you and provide back up, but she’s your quick access to information. Anything you need, just ask.”

“So say I was on a mission in Budapest and I needed to find the closest toilet?”

“Uhh yeah, she can do that?” Sam said, slightly confused by the example Joaquin had used.

“Or if I needed a background check run on someone?” He said, his eyebrows raising as if to silently ask if that was a better question and Sam nodded. “Oh this is so cool!” Joaquin gushed again and another smile spread across your face as you watched them from the safety of your living room.

“Okay, so how do I control it. Is there a remote control type thingy or…”

“Just tell her where you want her to go, she’ll do it.” Sam said.

“Oookay, uh, FEARN?” Joaquin asked politely.

“Yes, Joaquin,” you responded with equal politeness.

“Take a lap of the room.” He said.

You nodded, although he couldn’t see you, before you began to use your controls to navigate the small bird like drone around the room, sweeping over and under the beams in the rafters of the warehouse before dipping back down to where Sam and Joaquin stood.

“Sweet!” Joaquin exclaimed and you beamed. “Do a flip.” He said and you once again used your controls to roll the small bird over. “Nice.”

“Come on now, let not break it before we get a chance to get it out in the field.” Sam said stepping forward, encouraging Joaquin to pack FEARN away until his next mission.

“Uhh, how do I-?” Joaquin fished, trying to work out the right command to get the drone to dock itself again,

“Just ask her to go home.”

“Okay. FEARN time to go home.”

At Joaquin’s instruction you began to manoeuvre the drone carefully back into its dock before you shut it off, your connection to the two men cutting out with it until the next time you were called upon.

In the sudden silence you couldn’t help but curl your freshly painted toes in happiness as you beamed from ear to ear over your new job and partner. After doing a couple of spins in your chair to alleviate some of the giddiness, you reached back over to the file on your desk and flipped to the picture that had been included of Joaquin Torres and sighed at your good fortune. He was the perfect work partner; cute, polite and a great personality and you couldn’t wait to work with him.

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earlier:

now:

Captain America: Brave New World

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Joaquin: how much do you love me?

You: if you were ever hurt I’d kill everyone and then myself. your are my light, you are my reason for having hope in this shit life, you are my everything and I couldn’t dare think of a reality where I would wake up without your goofy smile, beautiful eyes and perfect personality to be my soul reason for living and finding reasons to love life. You are quite literally the other half of my soul.

Joaquin: *flustered* I was just expecting some cliche response not a poetic statement-

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Bro please give me some Joaquin! I WILL GIVE YOU MY BLOOD!!! PLEASE DO IT AND MY LIFE IS YOURS!!

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Why is there no fanfiction for Joaquin???

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This gave me a lot of closure with my own body issues.

royal screw up

; jake peralta x reader ; heavy topics of infertility, heavy hinting at sexual content but none actually included ; fluff, angst ; 16+

he'd been hinting just a little too much recently. i mean, three years into marriage and a lack of said conversation topic? it made sense he would drop small hints at expanding the family to more than just the two of you.

jake peralta had always wanted kids. one, maybe two - he didn't really mind, he just knew he wanted them. the chance to break the peralta/father curse and to finally have the loving family he grew up without. and it was something you had always wanted to give him, no matter what. you knew of his childhood and the way he grew up, giving him this would mean he could finally have everything he's ever wanted.

children were just something you couldn't give him.

a year into marriage, your mother had brought up the topic of children, and you'd just laughed it off; unsure. she then had furthered onto a rant about how much her and your father had struggled, and that maybe you should get a fertility test before you even thought about having kids, just to avoid any of the struggle they did.

so that's what you did. a week later, you went down to the clinic and did the test. it came back negative. the doctor had told you that while you could always try, it would be a rare case and far too much of a struggle.

somehow, you'd never gotten around to telling jake.

and how, three years into a genuinely successful marriage, he was hinting at wanting something you just couldn't give him. suddenly your perfect paradisiacal life came to a halt.

arguments ensued as a result of your stress, there was a distinct lack of having those intimate moments late at night that you had always had, whether during a rocky time or not, and jake had started to notice.

everything went down in your shared bedroom. he had started by kissing up your neck, hand ever so slightly resting on your thigh, trying secretly to pry the book away from your hands. the lights were dim, it was pitch black outside and normally, you would revel in this opportunity. he was always so sweet about these things, you almost felt bad at how much you didn't want it, but no. jake had spent half of today's investigation, which much to your dismay included the vic's young toddler, aww-ing over the cuteness of the child.

he first suspected something was wrong when you immediately went and found rosa after he pointed out the child. his suspicions were marked as accurate when you pushed him away that evening in bed.

his hand drew back, sitting up slightly. "hey, talk to me, what's the matter?"

"nothing." you mumbled.

at the start of your relationship, there had been a lot of brushing off of feelings and just pushing past it. when that led to massive blow ups of emotions, you both vowed to talk about everything. no matter how little it seemed, you'd bring it up. jake would too. that's how he knew something really was going on.

he shook his head, taking the book from your hand and putting the bookmark in, knowing you hated loosing your page. "we don't do that anymore, babe, please. just tell me what's happening."

you looked down at your hands, fiddling with them atop the duvet, swallowing and finally having to have this conversation. slowly, you turned to him, not being able to look him in the eye, but reading yourself to talk. "you've... uh. you've been hinting a lot recently at wanting children, and-"

"we've never had this conversation before."

"exactly." you nodded, finally making eye contact with him. his eyes were a soft brown, so soft you could almost see the love radiating out of them they may as well be from a cartoon. god, you loved him. "two years ago, it first occurred to me the trouble my mum and dad had with me, so i went and got a fertility test. it, um... it." and now you were getting choked up.

but he was still soft, taking your hand in his. "sweetheart, what are you saying here?"

swallowing again, you looked back up at him, shaking your head with your vision blurred from tears. "jake, i can't give you children."

"oh." oh.

and now you were fully crying, tears slipping down your cheeks as you waved your hands about. "and i know i should have told you before and you want kids so so badly, you want a family, you deserve a family. you want something that i can't give you and i'm so, so sorry."

at the knowledge of your rant-like breakdown, he'd thrown the covers off of him, pulling you into his arms and letting you shake in his care, just as long as you needed. you hadn't even noticed.

"hey, hey, hey." he murmured, pressing a kiss into your hair. "give it a moment, babe. just... let it happen."

once you'd calmed down, he pulled you away from him, finding your eyes and wiping the tears from your cheeks with his thumb, a soft smile curling into the corners of his lips.

"i'm sorry." you stuttered out.

the smile fell from his lips at your words, shaking his head as he mumbled straight back at you. "no, no, none of that, c'mon."

"but you deserve a family, i want to give you a family." your words broke his heart.

he lent forward, pressing his lips against your hairline, pulling back to finally speak. "sweetheart, yes. i do want a family. i would like you to be able to give me a family but hey, if everyone got everything they wanted, we'd all be assholes, right?"

you laughed a little.

he smiled. "we can still have a family, if you're up for it. there's ivf, there's adoption, foster care. we can have our family, even if we don't go through it the... traditional way. it doesn't matter, even if we decided we don't want any of those paths. as long as i'm here, with you, i'll be perfectly fine."

"you're too good to me." you mumbled, smiling faintly at him before letting your head fall against his chest, his arms sliding around to pull you closer. "you're too sweet."

"anything for you, honey."

the both of you were far too tired to finish the conversation that night, so instead, you turned the lamp off, let him wrap his arms around you and the two of you fell asleep in each others arms. it wasn't the end of the world, you realized. jake wasn't going to leave you, you might get the family the two of you deserved, and most importantly, he would stand by you for every second of it, no matter what.

he truly was perfect.

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Too hot to handle. - Jake Peralta.

I can hardly ever find anything good to read about him, so HERE IS A TRY! Hope y’all like it!

The first time you stepped into the precinct, Jake Peralta had made some stupid joke about hazing new detectives. You had immediately shot back with something just as ridiculous, and it was like watching a cartoon character glitch out. He blinked at you, stunned, and then grinned so widely it looked painful.

Since then, it had been a running joke that you were the only person who could truly keep up with his humor. Which, of course, meant that he was obsessed with trying to outwit you. The two of you were constantly paired together on cases because of how well you worked in the field. Or, as Rosa had put it, “because nobody else wants to deal with you two idiots for longer than five minutes.”

But it was also complicated. Jake never wanted to admit how well you clicked. He made everything a competition, which was fine, because so did you. But anytime things started getting even remotely real—like the time you had patched up a nasty scrape on his shoulder after a foot chase, or when you had fallen asleep on his couch after a movie night—he immediately reverted back to making jokes.

Tonight’s mission was supposed to be easy. Surveillance. You and Jake were supposed to sit in an unmarked car, watching the entrance of a shady bar where a known arms dealer was meeting with a potential buyer. There was no need for any heroics, no need for either of you to go undercover. Just watch, take notes, and report back.

Naturally, that meant you and Jake were going to be stuck in close quarters, which had never been a problem before. Except that lately, there had been a shift in the way he looked at you. A flicker of something behind the humor, something bordering on dangerous.

Jake was lounging in the driver’s seat, fiddling with the radio as he spoke. “Alright, so how long do you think we’ll be here before something exciting happens? Because I give it fifteen minutes before we start making hand puppets with the flashlights again.”

You snorted, settling back in your seat. “Let’s be real. You’ll start doing the puppets, and I’ll be the audience that pretends to be unimpressed.”

Jake gasped dramatically. “You love my puppet shows! You said Gary the Giraffe had ‘real emotional depth’—”

“That was sarcasm, Peralta.”

“Yeah, well, sarcasm is just love in disguise.” He waggled his eyebrows, and you rolled your eyes.

The street outside was quiet. The bar was bustling, but none of the people going in and out matched the photos of the suspects. It was going to be a long night.

You stretched, arching your back slightly. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed Jake go very still.

Interesting.

You decided to test the waters. “Man, I hate these stakeouts. It’s always the same. Sitting around, waiting for something that never happens.”

Jake cleared his throat. “Yeah, well, you say that now, but last time we got free tacos out of it.”

“That guy was bribing us to leave.”

“A bribe’s just a gift with extra steps.”

You turned to him, catching the way his eyes flicked to your face before darting away. He was fidgeting more than usual, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel.

“Alright, spill. What’s up with you?”

“W-what? Nothing. I am completely normal. A hundred percent Jake, baby!”

You raised an eyebrow. “You just called yourself ‘Jake, baby.’”

“I did?” He winced. “Cool, cool, cool, no doubt, no doubt.”

It was painfully obvious now. He was nervous. You tilted your head. “Jake.”

“Yeah?”

“You’re acting weird.”

“Incorrect. I am always weird.”

“Weirder than usual.”

He hesitated, then let out a dramatic sigh. “Fine. You got me. It’s just—look, I’m a detective, okay? My job is to observe. And I have observed that you’re, like...annoyingly hot.”

You blinked. “What?”

Jake groaned, running a hand down his face. “Ugh, I knew this would be embarrassing, but I didn’t think it would be this embarrassing. Look, I’m just saying, it’s very distracting. You exist, and it’s ruining my life.”

You bit back a smile. “Wow. That’s a lot of feelings you just dumped on me in a surveillance van.”

Jake pointed at you. “Don’t deflect. I know you feel it too.”

You stared at him for a long moment, weighing your options.

And then, because you never backed down from a challenge, you grabbed his jacket and kissed him.

Jake made a startled sound before immediately melting into it. His hand slid up to cup your face, and holy shit, he was good at this. His lips were soft, but the way he kissed you was anything but gentle—like he had been holding back for a long time.

When you finally pulled away, he was breathless. “Okay. Okay. That happened. Cool. Just gonna—” He pressed his palms against the steering wheel and exhaled. “Gonna need a second to reboot my brain.”

You smirked. “Reboot faster. The target just arrived.”

Jake snapped back to reality, sitting up straight. “Oh. Right. Crime.” He glanced at you again, grinning. “We should probably talk about this later.”

“Probably.”

“Like, after we finish this case.”

“Mhm.”

“But just for the record,” he added, “you are absolutely too hot for me to handle.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “And yet, here we are.”

Jake grinned. “Yeah. Here we are.”

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Fuck the police? Yes please

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Jake Peralta + "controversially" younger partner (16 year gap)

ok but imagine you're 20 at a club, you used a fake id to get in and you're scared shitless. and then the fucking police show up questioning people about a drug case so you definitely decide: it's time to go.

you pack up your cute little mini backpack and say bye to your friends and you bump right into detective Jake Peralta and you see the badge and expect him to be angry and instead he just smiles at you as he helps you find your footing and you adjust the tiny skirt that suddenly doesn't feel like enough fabric. "are you ok?"

imagine you've been dating for about 8 months before you meet the squad and they start in on the jokes. "don't you have school in the morning?" "is it almost bed time?" Terry LITERALLY calls you " kiddo" and Jake doesn't understand why they're joking.

"dude they're like a college sophomore, youre 36."

"they are not a college sophomore 😮"

que an awkward conversation later that week after scheme after scheme have failed and trying to see your driver's license or birth certificate 'naturally' you're laying next to each other in his bed he just turns and says "how old are you?"

"20" you shrug and keep scrolling on your phone.

"oh my God, I'm a cradle robber."

"that is actually such a wild thing to say right now."

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LAZY, LOVELY DAY

pairing: pete martino x ghost!reader

summary: a lazy afternoon spent with pete and star wars.

warnings: just fluff! gen!reader

word count. 500 | masterlist

Pete wasn’t sure the last time he had been so blissfully happy. Of course, he had many moments in life and death when he had felt joy spread through his limbs and coat his mind like sunshine, but dying long before he ever expected put a damper on his afterlife. The moments became more sparse because he had a tendency to dwell on the bad things, the things he missed as a ghost, than the good things that he got to experience due to his ghosthood. 

You were one of the rays of sunshine that warmed his ghostly bones and coated his brain with something sugary sweet. Your smile, your laugh, your overall presence made him feel like a young kid again, experiencing falling in love with a fresh perspective. 

It was in the quiet moments that he cherished the most with you. When you two were able to escape the other ghosts for a little while and enjoy each other’s company uninterrupted. 

You two had claimed the TV upstairs once a week as you worked through a Star Wars marathon. You had never seen the films and Pete had never watched the newer ones. Maybe it didn’t sound like the most romantic endeavor to the other ghosts in the house, but to you and Pete, it was perfect. The two of you rested impossibly close on the couch, half fixed on the film and half fixed on each other. 

Dying was a cruel fate, but Pete had learned to relish in it when he realized without death, he would have never met you. Though both of your deaths were untimely and painful, they led you to each other. 

Without that pain, Pete wouldn’t have found himself seated with your legs draped lazily over his lap and head thrown back in laughter at a joke he made. He laughed too, captured by your laugh that was contagious. 

The idea of his ghosthood having an indefinite time stamp had once been terrifying for Pete. When he first died, he panicked often when he was alone, unsure of what death meant for him. But when the two of you started to grow closer, sharing your fears, Pete felt seen. Soon, those talks of fears drifted into dreams and ghostly plans you two had. You made death feel like a second chance for Pete. 

It wasn’t that his life wasn’t good; it was great. He had so much joy and love in his life, and he got a chance to have that all over again while keeping all that occurred in life close to his chest. In a way, he kept living with you. 

Perhaps a movie marathon with your limbs tangled didn’t seem much like a grand second adventure to most, but to Pete it did. He was okay staying like that with you forever. 

When each movie ended, you kissed him quick before biding him goodnight, and he felt on cloud nine. His heart was full of love and adoration, and it was all for you. 

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Y/N: "So, I think Steve and Bucky are gay for each other. Your thoughts, Peter?"

Peter: "Oh, they're definitely 'two bros chilling in a hot tub' coded."

Steve: "Are they really talking about us, Buck?"

Bucky: "They are, Stevie."

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Tony: "What would you do if Peter cheated on you?"

Y/N: "Oh, Peter would never cheat on me."

Steve: "Because you trust him to be faithful and loyal?"

Y/N: "No. Because if he ever did think about cheating, I'd kill him, and then I'd kill the trashy hoe he was cheating on me with."

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Peter: "Y/N? I think the Sinster Six leaked some of your nudes online."

Y/N: "They did what?!"

Peter: "Yeah, apparently, they got a hold of your photos."

Y/N: "Did they at least leak the good ones I took?"

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Jason: Two truths one lie. I'll start.

Jason: I've killed a man, I will kill again and it burns when I pee.

Batfam:

Bat!reader: I don't like this game actually...

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Katsuki: I wanna do bad things to you.

Y/n: Like what ;)

Katsuki: Break your legs

Katsuki: Choke you to death

Katsuki: Push you off a building

Y/n: Kinky

Katsuki: ...

Katsuki: I'm gonna kill you, you little shi-

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I think this is it.

Aight, thank you. Here's my request: So Pro-hero Bakugou has a husband (reader) and a son who didn't inherit his quirk. Instead, he got m readers' "weak" healing quirk. The kid hates/dislikes reader for getting his "useless" quirk instead. Meek reader doesn't want tell Bakugou that the son has a crappy teen ego, but Bakugou comes home early to see son berating reader. And Bakugo just scolds the son and explains why the the healing quirk is useful and how reader is amazing. Its a bit angsty, but can we have some fluff comfort at the end pls? Thank you again. :)

I got this

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One thing no one in U.A expected was for Bakugo to get with Recovery girls grandson, the Omegas quirk being "healing aura" the ability to create a healing must up to 12 feet.

The two teens didn't get along initially, Bakugo crass and rude and (name) very much no nonsense and stubborn, the two constantly butted heads during their stay at U.A.

It was a surprise towards the end of their high school career for the two to move in together with an upcoming engagement "when did they even start dating?" Some would ask only to realize those arguments and comments were actually the two flirting.

(Name) ended up much like his grandmother and travelling agency to agency and helping out post villain attacks and doing what he could, gaining adoration and fans through how much he helped.

They almost forgot he was an Omega till he went on maternity leave.

(Sons name) was very much like Katsuki, a spitfire who had many little options and though Katsuki calmed down considerably there was no denying they were practically clones.

And because of this, it devastated (sons name) when he didn't get his sires "heroic" quirk but instead got (name)s quirk, the boy over time developing a resentment to his Dam.

Due to (name) only being called for emergencies, he ended up taking his late grandmother's place at U.As Medical wing.

And because of these hours, he was often left to care for his son alone while Katsuki did hero work, and because of this missed his son developing into a mythic asshole.

(Name) was exhausted after work, needing to use his quirk a lot today along with quirkless medical practice as many students didn't need his quirk but a simple bandage and such.

The house was a mess, whenever (sons name) came home he always made a mess, deeming it "Omega work" as the teen scrolled his phone "arent you supposed to be studying for the written exam?"

"Why should I? Dad got me in on recommendation, thank god since all you gave me was a shitty quirk" the teen snapped and (name) looked absolutely heartbroken at this as the teen continued "thank god dad's been teaching me martial arts since it's so useless-- seriously why did I have to get stuck with something as useless as your quirk, I'm amazed dad settled for someone as useless as you"

"The fuck you say?" The two turned to see Katsuki Bakugo walk in, out of uniform after finishing work at his agency "d-dad..." (sons name) looked sick and (name) on the verge of tears "your dad's "useless quirk" literally saved countless lives and your dad hauled ass saving countless People from villains" his voice cold as he dropped his duffle bag "why's the house a mess? You not fucking helping your Dam? I know he just got home so I know this ain't his mess" he laughed without any humor "disrespectful little shit, get up and clean this mess, after we train and get ready because it's gonna be hell" Katsuki promised coldly and the teen got up not wanting to piss off his dad more as the pro led (name) to their room.

"How long?" He said pulling the exhausted Omega into his lap, only soft for his mate "honestly since he found out his quirk, it's just been coming out the past few months..." Katsuki was shocked at this, how did he miss this?! "Why didn't you say anything?"

"... You were busy... You were working so hard on building your agency and I wanted to lift some weight off your shoulders" he wanted to cry as his husband held him close "stop being stupid" his voice loving despite the harsh words "I'll whip I'm straight, rely on me idiot"

(Name) was left to relax in the bedroom as Bakugo handled his son, calling a few hero friends to help especially the teens uncle Izuku and uncle Aizawa-- the teen spending his break at his uncle Aizawas and subsequently with uncle Shinsou who was visiting.

By the written exam he was kicked into shape and Bakugo made sure his mate was reminded over and over again how loved he was.

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just a thought

(Warnings, making out, swearing, media is a bitch, mentions of sex)

imagine this, my good people

Imagine: you're a pro hero, a very public one at that.

So of course you tell the media you and Katsuki are dating. At first, of course, Katsuki isn't too happy with this. He wanted to keep you safe by keeping the relationship a secret, but obviously you had other plans.

Katsuki eventually is cool with it. He doesn't mind people asking about his relationship with you, because its fun for him to pretend they didn't say anything and ignore them. He enjoys seeing their frustration.

"Katsuki, that was rude." You say after he ignores a news reporter. Katsuki just slings his arm around you and rolls his eyes.

"Oh, whatever. Its not my fault they can't mind their damn business." He says, walking you away from all the media.

Katsuki is fine with ignoring them, except for when they ask about your sex life with him. Yes, you do talk about your relationship with Katsuki a lot, but you never planned or wanted to talk about your sex life. Thats very private for you and Katsuki.

The media keeps bugging you about it, and when you refuse to answer, they just jump to conclusions saying ridiculous shit like: Pro Heros [ur hero name] and Dynamite are unsatisfied with each other! Could this mean the end of their relationship?

And of course, Katsuki is fucking furious. This is totally unfair to the both of you!

So what does he do?

Well, the both of you of course end up in a live interview with a TV show host. Little did you know, Katsuki had a plan up his sleeve.

"Now, [Ur hero name], you have previously refused to answer on mentions of your bed relationship with Dynamite." The perverted TV show host brings up.

Katsuki clenches his fists. He HATES when people like him bother you, or even have the fucking audacity to breath the same air as you. He was originally planning on making out with you on live television to get the news to stfu, but he was tired of giving the people what they wanted.

So he folds his arms, raises his eyebrow and roasts the living HELL out of the TV show host. He mocks his actions, looks, anything. Honestly, it was easy. And when Katsuki thinks he's had enough, THEN he makes out with you infront of live television.

He makes sure to shove his tongue down your throat while glaring and flipping of the TV show host.

Afterwords, Katsuki picks you up and leaves with you in his arms.

Oh, how he loves making people wish they were him. And he was totally going to get that TV show host fired for making you uncomfortable.