#its like;; NOT gonna argue with a man with beautiful brown eyes whatever u say gongeous

[darabeatha]

If u speak to constantine u get a debuff which consists in a decrease of ur attention span bc it makes u focus on his big beautiful brown-grayish eyes

[utterlyinevitable]

After seeing ur explanation for that anon i really want to see a fic or a hc of ethan as a dad and becca as mom can u please do it??

omg okay ahhh my babys having babies. this is gonna be long and idk if it’ll make sense bc imma jot down everything i know about domestic e&b.  

[just finished and... this is long and broken down into 6 categories........... enjoy!]

Ethan & Becca as Parents

The Pregnancy 

They didn’t plan on having children, it just kind of happened. Becca and Ethan took a day for the news to settle before they jumped into excited, expecting parents mode.

The most exciting part was renovating the condo to make the most perfect nursery and shopping for decorations and mentally planning all the traditions and things they’d love to give to their little family. 

All of the happiness couldn’t mask the struggles of pregnancy. 

Becca hated being pregnant. She was sick and nauseous constantly, and her back and feet always ached. 

Throughout the whole thing Ethan doted on her; holding her hair back and learning how to tie it up in the way she likes, rubbing her back, running out to get whatever she was craving. 

He even made copious amounts of notes about her eating patterns. Enough to keep two of everything in the condo. 

If she was having a restless night, he would too; even if she was restless for non-human-growing reasons. 

They were in this together.

And even when she was huddled over a garbage pail, dribble running down her chin, she never looked more beautiful to him. 

There was just something about all this that made him feel all weird and fuzzy inside. 

When her symptoms barely settled throughout the second trimester she overhauled her entire birthing plan. There was no way she was making it to 42 weeks. She was absolutely miserable. So she made a c-section appointment for 40 weeks. 

She had an entire argument with Ethan one evening (she really was only yelling while he nodded his head). Her main points were:  “It’s my body and the baby will be fine. I was born 6 weeks early and I turned out fantastic!” and  “Once the baby’s out of me I’m still going to have to pee. Omg what if she rips me open!? How am I supposed to use the bathroom without worrying about my stitches?”  

All he kept reiterating was:  “I love you. I trust you and your instincts.” 

Becca felt better as he held her face in his large hands, his calming azure eyes boring into hers and letting her know everything will be alight. 

But deep down she spent the next few weeks since making the appointment wondering if she should have given vaginal birth a try. She didn’t want Ethan to resent her for chickening out of her body’s natural function. 

The Birth 

Becca made it to her c-section appointment. Happily rubbing her large belly and glowing:  “I can’t wait to not be pregnant anymore! Never do this to me again.” 

All Ethan did was chuckle. 

He was happy she was getting color back and that her symptoms finally settled enough for her to spend the last few weeks enjoying their daughters kicks. But oh my god was Ethan Ramsey terrified of being a father. 

He wouldn’t tell Becca though. She was emotional and worried enough as is. Any and all his concerns were saved for the short conversations he had with his father.  “Don’t overthink it, son. The moment you lay eyes on your daughter you’ll know what to do. It’s instinct. Biology. That was your best subject in school, wasn’t it?” Alan would joke.  

The surgery went off without a hitch. 

All of Becca’s hatred for the phenomenon of pregnancy vanished the second the nurse placed their daughter on her chest. 

Rebecca was in awe. She made that! This little person came out of her! This little pink person that looks like a plucked chicken with a tiny tuft of brown hair was here and she was beautiful. The perfect combination of her and Ethan. 

The embodiment of their love.   

Dakota Dolores Ramsey was completely unplanned. Unplanned but not unwanted.  

The first time Ethan Ramsey held his daughter time froze. The universe needed a minute to process the broad grin and full heart thumping rapidly from this stoic and reserved man. 

The earth was about to spin the wrong way but then Dakota opened her eyes.

Everything was the way divinity had planned it.  

At Home

Although Ethan and Becca lived a 10 minutes drive from Edenbrook, nearly a straight run, Becca forced him to drive as slow as possible. 

Dakota was asleep and she needed to keep it that way. 

Due to her stitches, Becca was forced to take things easy. No matter how many times she argued with Ethan that she was capable of menial tasks around the house. 

Ethan would not let her lift a finger. 

If Dakota needed a change he’d happily do it. if Becca was hungry he’d make her favorite. 

“You had her to yourself for nine months. Let me take the next few days.” Becca went to retort, all she wanted was to hold her baby for the rest of eternity. She’d never tire of looking at her scrunched up potato face and watching as her features changed every moment of every day. “I promise to share.” “You better,” she kissed him as he tucked her into bed for a much needed nap.

The only thing he was forced to share with his partner was feeding duty - Becca was adamant on breast feeding. A bottle would not touch their daughters lips for months to come. 

That in itself brought its own challenges. 

Most nights Ethan laid in bed with Becca curled up at his side in one arm and Dakota resting on his bare chest. 

Parenting was weird, but an exhilarating change. 

Ethan couldn’t diagnose what he could have possibly have done right in his life to be this wholly happy. 

The Second

Once Ethan and Becca had one child they were both itching for a second.

“You know what say: ‘if you have one you have to have two’.” “Is that so?”  “You don’t want Dakota to have a sibling?”  “I was an only child and look how I turned out.”  “Emotionally stunted and certified loner?” she teased. 

Truth be told, Ethan wanted another. He’s been thinking of giving his pride and joy a few siblings for weeks now. He just didn’t know how to tell Becca. 

Becca complained frequently about how happy she was to not be pregnant, and often about how her scar healed funnily. 

All of the signs pointed to her not wanting another. And Ethan was okay with that. He never expected to have one child. He’d cherish every moment of what’s been placed right in his fingertips. 

He’ll let his soon-to-be wife choose their path. She’s dictated everything else thus far. Ethan was elated she chose him to be along for the ride. 

After Dakota’s first birthday, when they made the decision to have another, they tried desperately to conceive.

“I really don’t want to have to deal with diapers for five years,” was Becca’s main reason for keeping the kids close in age.  “We can try surrogacy.” Ethan offered, knowing how much she hated pregnancy. He didn’t want to push her into anything.    “No. I have to do it. I’ll do it for our kids. But you owe me big time.”  

And 14 months later Caroline Marie Ramsey made her grand appearance. 

And Becca got her first push present. 

The Last 

It’s fitting that four years later Ethan and Becca were blessed with another surprise. 

Her pregnancy with James Jonah was the smoothest of them all. 

Of course that meant something had to go wrong. 

At 34 weeks Becca went into premature vaginal labor. 

Within six hours their baby boy arrived. 5lbs 2oz and looking like an alien. 

Ethan almost lost them both after the fact. 

Becca lost too much blood with the placenta and JJ was so tiny.  

But the Lao’s were fighters and they pulled through. Ethan cried at her bedside once the harrowing 24 hours were up. 

Becca stayed at the hospital for a week, Ethan and Alan bringing the girls to visit every single day. 

JJ had to stay a few days longer and Becca refused to leave until she could bring her son home. 

She went through her first experience with postpartum depression. Becca didn’t think anything could be worse than the mental toll her abortion had on her years earlier. But she was wrong.

She was so wrong. 

All their friends chipped in to help take care of the kids while Ethan devoted his time to helping his wife. The couple went to therapy, sometimes together, other times Ethan sat in the waiting room as Becca worked through her emotions. 

Months later, the parents were sitting at home. Ethan held their son and their daughters were curled on their laps: He muttered into his wife’s hair, “I’d like to have one more.”  “Not with me you’re not,” she scoffed. “We’re outnumbered as is.” 

JJ began to cry and the girls stirred. Dakota mumbling, “Tell the baby to shut up, I’m sleeping here.” 

They couldn’t help but laugh and pull apart to put their whole world to bed.  

Old and graying and spending more time at home with his kids, Ethan wanted just one more baby. Four was a strong, even number. He could have a whole daycare full of them - each one the best variations of him and Becca. 

Becca had spent a large portion of her 30s childrearing and she’s done. Done with diapers and formula, especially. She loves her children more than anything but they’re exhausting. She can’t wait for them to be in school full time and she can have some more alone time with her husband. It’s been so long since it’s been just them too.  

“Don’t hate me...”  “I could never hate you,” Ethan said as he brushed a few strands of hair from his wife’s face.  She swallowed and confidently said, “I want you to get a vasectomy.” 

He agreed without further consideration. She made a very compelling argument.  

Parenting 

Ethan is the doting helicopter dad and Becca is doctor drill sergeant. The kids get away with nothing under their mother’s watch. 

Ethan is very soft and adores his children. The grumpy attending could have a whole gaggle of them. He spoils his daughters rotten, picking up the newest doll and toy they’re obsessed with, and making them promise not to tell mommy. 

The women in Ethan’s life get away with everything and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

When the girls were born, Ethan stepped back at work letting the better Dr. Ramsey have her career defining moments.

He took half days to pick the girls up from preschool and would bring them to the park or museums. He’d even try to teach them to cook their favorite recipes on cold, rainy days. He’d tire them out so that he and mom could tuck them in after dinner.

Ethan’s afraid of his son. He’s afraid the tot is going to turn out exactly like him - he’s the spitting image, except that his hair curls like his mother’s. 

Instead of putting JJ in fulltime daycare, Ethan chose part time preschool. The girls were in primary school now and he’s taken a bigger step back from the hospital after the baby was born. 

He devotes all his free time to teaching his son about all he knows and learning all he doesn’t.  

Becca complains about the state of her vagina and stomach all the time. Never in front of the children but often enough Ethan knows the look on her face right before she says the same two lines.  

Her favorite activity is building forts and taking the kids to the beach. 

The holidays have never felt more alive with the full house. Ethan even became a Christmas and Valentines Day lover. 

Becca loved watching him change over the years. Every new first they celebrated with each child, every one of their kids passions, Ethan would adopt them all and make it his mission to be a connoisseur of every facet.

Dakota sat her parents down one day with a serious topic of conversation: “Mommy, Daddy. I’m going to be a fashion designer.” “Will you?”  “Yes. And I need to dress myself.” “As long as it’s weather appropriate, consider it done.”  “And we need to get supplies.” 

The conversation went on for 15 minutes with Ethan and Becca asking questions and Dakota making demands. Once they’ve settled on an agreement on how to make their daughter’s dream happen, Ethan retired to his office. He taught himself the basics of sewing.     

Even with all the struggles of raising three children in a suburb of Boston while balancing very demanding medical careers, Ethan and Becca wouldn’t have it any other way. The life they carved out of all their complications was worth it.  

All of this was inevitable. 

And they wouldn’t take a moment for granted.    

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Um... this became bigger than intended... If you made it this far, thank you ♥

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Title: What We Lack Part 3 Pairing:  Kacchako, mention of todomomo and Deku/Melissa Rating: T Word Count:  2,972 Read on Ao3 Summary:  

Quirkless.

They’re the last people anyone expects to have a child without a quirk.

Neither of them can fully wrap their heads around it, but Ochako knows Katsuki is struggling far more than her.

Thank you to @its-love-u-asshole for reading this ahead of time!! And @youaremynewdream for being my title savior!!

Full fic under the cut

Shouhei's brown eyes blinked as he glanced between his parents.

"Quirk... less?" he repeated the word back, trying to process what it could possibly mean.

"Mhm..." Ochako said softly, her gaze flicking to Katsuki who stood stoically quiet in front of his son.

"So... she's not gonna get a quirk... ever?" he asked slowly. His lip curled up slightly, as if the idea confused him too much. "Or... is this just for right now?"

"No, honey... Sayuri won't ever be getting a quirk." She felt the air grow tight around her lungs. The more she actually spoke the words, the realer they felt, settling into her skin. She could tell Katsuki felt the same, his hands balling up into fists again.

"Oh... but... isn't that weird?"

"No," Katsuki interjected immediately, but he bit down on his lip, not wanting to yell at his son.

"Your Aunt Meli doesn't have a quirk," Ochako said quickly.

"Hm. True," Shouhei said, tilting his head back and forth.

"We don't want you to... give your sister a hard time about it."

"Pfft," he scoffed. "Why would I do that!?"

"Oi! Don't talk back to your mother!" Katsuki growled, leaning down to stare his son in the eyes. "This is important."

Shouhei glanced at his father, and then back to Ochako. She could tell her son was having difficulty fully comprehending what this all meant.

Ochako loved her son. She loved him from the moment she set eyes on him. Of course, when she was pregnant, she was convinced Shouhei was a girl. So when she delivered him and was given a boy, she couldn't control the shock which crossed her face. Katsuki laughed at her, and Ochako had cried, holding the precious boy close to her.

Katsuki accused her of being disappointed they had a son, but Ochako simply shook her head, saying she couldn't believe how beautiful and perfect he was.

Katsuki might have cried a little then too, but... she wasn't supposed to tell people about that.

"Shouhei," Ochako said finally, taking a seat on his bed with him. She gently brushed his brown bangs away from his forehead. "Can you... do something for Mama?"

"Okay!" he smiled, looking excited she asked him for something.

"If Sayuri talks to you, will you be sure to tell her you think it's cool?" she asked him. "You know she loves you very much, and she loves watching you use your quirk."

Lately, Ochako was working with her son to hone his quirk, his levitation skills far stronger than hers. Like her, he could make things float when he touched them, but he also had control over where the objects went as if he were using telekinesis.

Sayuri loved watching, eager for her own quirk to manifest...

"I can do that!" Shouhei nodded. "It is pretty cool I guess. I mean it's kinda... rare? Like... an old video game!" he smiled wide.

"Good," Ochako said, leaning forward to kiss his head. "We wanted to talk to you before dinner, in case she wants to tell you about it."

"Okay, okay," he said. "Is dinner soon? I'm hungry," he whined, flopping back onto the bed.

"Mhm, Daddy's going to go cook right now," she said, glancing towards Katsuki. "Do you have any homework tonight?"

"Uhm... no..." he mumbled. "Just supposed to work on our quirks."

Katsuki raised his eyebrow. "Hah? That's your homework? Don't lie, or I sure as hell won't be cooking dinner!" he growled.

Shouhei rolled his eyes. "I'm serious! You can ask Arata and Yuuta!"

"Oh really?" Ochako asked, staring down her son. "So if I call up Momo-chan right now, she'll tell me the same?"

Shouhei's eyes widened. "O-Okay, okay... There's a writing exercise and some math..." he mumbled.

"See... if you lie you won't get to work on your quirk," Ochako scolded. "But, if you finish those before dinner, we can practice out back for a little bit, okay little man?"

"Okay..." he sighed, grabbing his backpack off of the floor.

"I'll be checking on you!" Katsuki said, pointing his fingers at his eyes then back to his son.

Shouhei giggled and hopped onto his desk chair, "I'm starting, I'm starting!"

Leaning forward, Katsuki ruffled his hair. "Good."

Leaving their son be, Ochako followed Katsuki as he stormed towards the kitchen. He began to yank pots out of the cabinets, pulling the rice cooker forward. He often angrily cooked when he couldn't quite figure out his emotions, and Ochako normally found it best to leave him alone when in the kitchen. They learned early on in their marriage Ochako was not to be trusted with any kitchen appliances.

She took a seat at the kitchen table, watching him move about. "You should talk to her before you get started." Ochako rest her chin on her palm.

Katsuki froze. "It's late. I need to freaking cook, Ocha," he scoffed, focusing on the food.

"I could get stuff ready-"

"Forget it! You know you're not allowed in here!"

Ochako sighed. She knew her cooking skills left much to be desired, but she wanted Katsuki to speak to their daughter. Sayuri probably still thought he was mad at her.

"Please, Katsuki. This is important too," she urged.

Katsuki glanced towards the door, his gaze softening. "I'll speak to her at dinner..." he grumbled, turning back towards the counter.

Ochako couldn't bring herself to argue with him. Between how things went with the doctor, and then telling Sayuri and then telling Shouhei, Ochako was exhausted and things were only just beginning.

She felt like crying... Actually, she'd spent all day on the verge tears, a few actually falling from time to time. And now, as she sat at the table, she found herself desperate to release the emotions locked tight in her chest. Now wasn't the time however, Sayuri or Shouhei could walk out at any moment and Ochako wanted to be strong for them, for all of them.

Her eyes watched Katsuki dart about the kitchen, his body seeming to move in slow motion. How many times had she sat in this exact spot, and been in this exact position?

At first, they lived alone together, Ochako usually sat by herself, watching Katsuki work his magic in the kitchen. On their nights off, he would cook elaborate meals for them and during busier times, Ochako occasionally burned instant ramen… somehow. Eventually they would fall asleep on the couch or stumble into the bedroom, falling into one another.

She supposed that was how she came to sit at this very table, pregnant, stroking her belly, talking to their daughter who was actually to be their son.

Then this table for two became a table for three, Shouhei occupying the largest spot at the table, since he often made messes, taking up most of their time. Admittedly, Ochako was surprised when Katsuki agreed to have children... he didn't seem to be the type. But he loved her... and he knew she wanted it. Secretly, he wanted to carry on his legacy and so Katsuki became the number one Dad alongside his high hero-ranking.

One day, their table for three seemed to be a little too small, and Ochako found herself whining at the table, desperate for Katsuki to make her whatever she and their daughter (she was convinced again this time) craved.

Finally, Sayuri came home, and their table for four finally felt complete.

Their lives were hectic. Being full time parents and full time heroes wasn't exactly easy, but if anyone could handle it, it was certainly Ground Zero and Uravity.

She brushed her hand over the table, her thin fingers trembling. Her hands held so much of her power, and yet she felt so weak, staring at them shaking against the wooden table. Everything she worked for, the family she loved and cared for so deeply felt like it was about to fall apart at her fingertips.

She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself, her chest feeling incredibly tight. It wasn't going to be easy for any of them. She knew Katsuki was hoping deep down inside Sayuri would inherit his quirk, since Shouhei basically had an evolved form of hers, and that was such surface level disappointment. She was walking on eggshells with him, not wanting to upset him even more. She knew his frustration had nothing to do with her or Sayuri, but seeing him so distraught on her behalf only made Ochako's chest even tighter. Was she breathing properly? It didn't feel like air was getting to her lungs and-

"OI!" Katsuki slammed the pot down on the table, the lid rattling from the sharp movement. "Calm down. I'm gonna talk to her the second she comes out here."

Ochako yelped, gasping as she felt the air enter her lungs, the world seeming to move again. She blinked, and stared up at her husband. "I-I'm sorry, Katsuki. I-I know you will I just... got in my head about it all. It's been a long day."

"No shit," he snorted. He grabbed a few plates and set them down on the table. "Go get the brats, food's done."

"Right," she nodded, standing up, her legs feeling awkward and shaky.

Before she could walk over, Shouhei's door slammed open and he came running into the kitchen. "Food's done! I heard Dad slamming down the pots!" He scurried to the chair and hopped up on it, leaning forward to pull the lid off the pot.

"Oi! Wait for you sister!" Katsuki snapped.

Shouhei puffed out his cheeks and flopped back in the seat angrily, folding his arms. "Fine!"

"You're gonna get served last if you give me attitude like that!" Katsuki grumbled, storming over with more food to place on the table.

"Boys..." Ochako laughed softly, finding the energy refreshing. She gently tapped on Sayuri's door, opening it slowly.

The little blonde girl sat on the bed, looking at one of her toys; Katsuki's action figure. Honestly, Ochako could never really get over having toys of herself and Katsuki, but Sayuri had begged her for toys of her own parents.

Her brown eyes looked sad as she moved the toy's arms up and down, her small hands struggling to adjust the position. She was quiet too, not saying a word when Ochako opened the door.

"Sayu... sweetheart. I know it's been a long day, but can you come eat something?"

Sayuri turned to her mother, and tilted her head. "Okay Mommy." She placed Katsuki's figure back on her night stand and pushed herself down from the bed, walking towards the door. Her little blonde ponytail bounced as she walked, but her steps were not nearly as energized as they normally were.

However, when she walked to the table, she immediately looked down, not wanting to look Katsuki in the eye.

Ochako helped her up into her seat and she cleared her throat, looking to Katsuki to speak.

"...Sayuri..." Katsuki muttered, pushing the rice around on his plate.

Their daughter immediately glanced up, her wide eyes blinking. "Daddy?"

Ochako watched her husband, waiting for him to speak. She raised an eyebrow at him expectantly, but she knew apologies, even to his own children, were difficult for the man.

"I... wasn't angry at you," he said, clenching his fist against the table.

"Oh..." she mumbled. Her eyes flicked to Shouhei and then she looked back down, not saying another word.

"Come on Sayu! There's no reason to be so upset about it, being quirkless is cool!" Shouhei said loudly, looking proud of himself for following his parents wishes. He glanced to them as if to look for praise

Sayuri frowned and stared at the edge of the table. She didn't respond to Shouhei, nor did she look up, she sat silently, her eyes fixated on the plate in front of her.

"Eat your dinner, sweetheart," Ochako smiled. "Don't just stare at it."

Her bottom lip curled out, trembling. "NO!" she yelled and pushed the plate away from herself, crossing her arms indignantly over her chest.

"Oi!" Katsuki snapped. "Don't-"

Ochako frowned. "Katsuki-"

"I'm NOT hungry!" she yelled over both of them and pushed her chair out. She hopped down and walked towards her room, closing the door with as much of a slam as a tiny four year old could muster.

She should've expected her daughter to get explosive about it, based on who her father was.

The slam echoed through the hallway, trickling into the kitchen and Ochako went to push her own chair out, ready to follow her daughter, but she stopped. She didn't want to speak about this, and the last thing she needed was for Sayuri to be angry at her too.

She stared down at her own meal, suddenly losing her appetite, but she sat there, shoving it down her mouth while Katsuki and Shouhei ate in silence.

"Gonna go... finish my homework," Shouhei said quietly as he carried his plate over to the sink, disappearing into his own bedroom.

Katsuki stood up, picking up his own plate and Ochako's though she wasn't finished with the food. She didn't argue, perhaps he could tell she was forcing herself to eat.

Ochako let out a sigh, covering her eyes with the palm of her hand. In the darkness, she could feel the distance tugging them apart; her son and daughter in their respective rooms, Katsuki cleaning in the kitchen. Everyone felt so far away; her family slowly falling apart.

She tried to pull air into her lungs but every breath felt shallow, like her lungs were clogged, unable to fill with any oxygen. She felt like she was drowning, struggling to swim to the surface, water pulling her down. Her chest constricted in on her, as she gasped for air.

"Oi." She felt Katsuki's arms around her shoulders as he helped her stand up, her hand finally moving from her face. "C'mon. Let's go to our room," he muttered, and led her away from the table and down the hall.

Shutting the door behind them, he led her to the bed, his strong hands pushing her to sit down. "Let it out," he said. He knelt in front of her, his hands cupping at her cheeks.

"I-I... I can't breathe... Katsuki..." she said softly, her breath still feeling so shallow.

"Yes you can," he snapped, squeezing her round cheeks. "You need to stop holding your damn emotions back. We're alone. The kids are in their rooms. You can fucking cry, Ochako."

Hearing him say her name, his hands cupping her face in the privacy of their room, she finally let out the sob she was holding back all day. The tears streamed down her face, getting his hands wet as she let out the cries for her family and her daughter. She pulled in long breaths of air as sobs wracked her body, her whole figure trembling in his hold.

He let her cry. His calloused thumbs stroking her soft cheeks while the tears fell, relief washing over her body. The problems weren't gone, but at least she wasn't holding in every emotion.

"I-I just feel... so sad for her..." she sobbed. "I-I know she's suffering and I-I... I hate it... and she's so... young she probably doesn't really know how she's feeling-"

"Oi..." he growled, standing up to sit next to her. He pulled her into his chest, letting her cry against him. "You can't think about shit like this...

"I-I just feel like our family is going to fall apart. Sayuri is in pain, you're... you're angry..."

"I'm always fucking angry, Ochako."

Through her tears, she laughed at that. It was what she told her daughter earlier and she turned to stare at her husband's piercing red eyes. "I know you are," she sighed, her breathing trying to regulate after crying so hard.

"Our family isn't going to fall apart. I'm never going to fucking let that happen," he growled, holding her close, his hand gently stroking through her hair. His words were harsh, filled with a growl he couldn't control, but his touch was soft, comforting.

"I just want her to be happy..." she whispered, taking in his sweet, sugary scent, as she pressed her cheek to his chest.

"That's all I fucking want too," he muttered.

"I know..." she said softly, pulling back to look at him again.

He scoffed, looking down at her. "Did you text the nerd and his wife yet?"

She shook her head. "N-Not yet... I wasn't sure when we should-"

"Tomorrow." He clicked his tongue, his cheeks flushed as he turned towards their door.

"Tomorrow? Katsuki... are you sure? That's... so soon."

"I'm fucking sure, don't make me change my mind," he growled. "I... I want her to feel better as soon as fucking possible."

Ochako sniffed, looking up to her husband. His cheeks were slightly red, his eyes trembling with a mixture of frustration and sadness. He hated not being able to help her; he hated having to potentially rely on Deku and his wife when he constantly wanted nothing more than to handle this himself. Ochako could feel the emotions radiating off of him.

For their daughter, he would set aside his pride.

Sitting up, she brushed her lips against his, cupping his cheeks. "I love you," she whispered.

"Yeah, yeah. I love you too," he mumbled, kissing her back. He brushed his thumb underneath her eye and let out a sigh. "I'm gonna finish the damn kitchen."

"Alright, Katsuki," she said and pecked his lips one more time, watching him leave the room.

She wiped her eye once more, pulling her phone from her pocket as she tapped on Deku’s name. She really hoped he and Melissa could help Sayuri.

[buckys-beach]

“Can someone turn that stupid thing off, please?!”

Imagine” After Peters fall in CACW you, as Tony Starks daughter, make sure to check up daily on your new friend. Just to keep him company, or that’s what you convinced yourself. But when Peter is hooked up to a heart monitor it exposes his true feelings of you.

Pairing: Stark!Read x Peter Parker

Word Count: 2027

Warning: none? Fatherly protectiveness?

“Dad, are you OK?” You asked your Dad, who was looking very miserable hunched over his desk in the lab. Truth is after everything that went down less than a week ago, you are extremely worried about your Dad. He may be a part of the world’s mightiest heroes as Iron Man, but he is still a man. And you knew he was hurting after most if the other Avengers left him and chose to fight against him, after all he just wanted to do what was right.

“Oh yeah, I’m fine thanks sweetie” He plastered on a smile, but you saw right through it.

“You don’t need to do that Dad; you don’t have to pretend around me. I get that your hurting, after everything that happened with Pepper, and now with the people who you would have risked your life for. Hell, it would be weird if you were fine after all of that.” you spoke softly. Seeing he was fighting the tears back, you quickly rushed over and engulfed him in a hug.

“Dad, I’m not going anywhere. I love you” you tried to comfort him. Your Dad pulled back from the hug and planted a kiss on your forehead.

“You are the best thing that ever happened to me” He confessed, causing you to let out a giggle.

“Thanks Dad. You want to come and see Pete with me?” You questioned. Already you felt bad for not visiting your friend first thing this morning.

“Nah, you go ahead kiddo. I’ll swing by later” He answered. You quickly rushed off to the injury section at the compound. When your Dad first brought in the infamous Spiderman you were first to greet him at your home, and one of the only people who knew about his true identity. Much to Tony’s dislike the two of you grew close, a close factor of that was being the same age, so doing all some things at school. So when your Dad came back one day carrying Peter in his arms and getting him seen to immediately, you were naturally worried. Deciding to take it upon yourself to visit him as often as you can, because you didn’t want him to feel lonely and you genuinely enjoyed your time with him.

“Hey Peter” You called, entering his room, where he was very comfortably laying on his bad.

“Oh hey Y/N, what you doing here?” His voice melodically carried through the room, like a breeze on a summers day. Taking in his appearance, you took time to appreciate the cute boy in front of you. His chocolate brown hair was ruffled, his beautiful deep brown eyes sparkled up at you and his perfect face was staring up at you rather curiously. Realising that you hadn’t answered his question, just starred at the boy you were developing a huge crush on, a blush rose to your cheeks. 

“Oh you know, I always keep my promises and I promised to keep you entertained as a guest in my house, sort of.” You tried to play it off, and he bought it, taking interest with what you had to say.

“You know you don’t have to do that” Peter mumbled, almost embarrassed

“I know, but I want to” You said rather bravely. A deep blush now covered both of your faces.

“I do too” Peter almost shouted

“What?”

“Um you know, I would do the same for you too.” He played it off, bringing up a hand to scratch the back of his head, face burning as red as his suit. You chuckled in response.

“So Spidey, what do you want to do today?” Today you promised to do whatever he wanted, and as a woman to your word, you aimed to deliver.

“Actually I was hoping of just getting out of this room. It’s driving me crazy” He admitted.

“Yeah, I’ll bet. Maybe we could go to Central Park?” You asked, jumping at the idea of spending the day with this amazing boy.

“Great. I just need to get dressed and then we can head out.” Peter exclaimed.

Not noticing he was only in a hospital gown, you blushed and backed out of the room waiting for him to change.

“Y/N?” You heard Peter call from inside his room

“Yeah?” You pressed your ear up to the door so you could hear him better.

“I a-ac-tually need your help with something” He stuttered. So you gently pushed the door open and were met with a sight that will forever be cherished in your mind. 

A shirtless Peter Parker was standing in front of his bed, tomato red cheeks and holding one of his shirts. Again, taking a moment to admire him, your eyes cast over his perfectly sculpted abs which were scattered with purple bruises.

“I can’t get my shirt on with my arm because it really hurts when I lift it above my head.” He confessed, completely avoiding eye contact with you,

“Um, yeah yeah that’s fine. I can help you” Stuttered you, just as red as the teenage boy in front of you.

Tiptoeing your way over to him you pulled his top out of his head, inwardly chuckling at his Star Wars top. You opened up the head hole and placed it over his head pulling it gently so you didn’t hurt that pretty face. Not noticing how close the two of you were, being able to feel his breath on your face brought you into reality. 

Your eyes met his, who was looking down at you intensely, however unfortunately before anything could happen someone burst through the door.

“Hey gu- Oh my God, Peter why don’ you have a shirt on?!” Tony screamed, you immediately jump away from Peter as your Dad stares down at the poor boy as if he is the world’s worst criminal.

“N-no-othing happened Mr. Stark, your daughter was helping me” Peter stuttered, trying desperately to get out of this mess.

“Then why were two looking like you were about to kiss?” Your Dad obnoxiously announced, resulting in your face and Peters face to blow up red.

“N-no sir I wouldn’t do that to you” Peter assured Tony, but in the process it broke your heart, did he not want to kiss you?

“Well good thing spider, because ‘this’” Your Dad gestured between you and Peter “Is not gonna happen, not ever. So Parker you stay away from my little girl, you hear me? Or I will be telling Aunt May” Your Dad threatened. Angered flared in your chest, you are now old enough now to date who you want to date, no way was your Dad standing between something you wanted for a long time.

“No Dad, you can’t just do that. Peter and I are friends and we were gonna hang out today” You argued back, not wanting to stop seeing Peter all together. You two got on great, and if he didn’t want to be your boyfriend then that’s fine it’s not his fault.

“No Y/N, you are forbidden to see him again! Parker I will get someone to check up on you tonight then I’ll get you a ride back to Queens” Your father ordered, leaving without a say or any chance for you to disagree.

You stomped around in annoyance, then realised Peter was still there. He held a shell shocked look on his face, however when his eyes met yours a sheepish smile was displayed on his lips.

“I-I’m sorry if I caused anything between you and your Dad” He very thoughtfully apologised.

“No Peter, none of this was anyone’s fault except for my over protective father. I mean I can’t really blame him, with everything that’s going on he’s a little all over the place” You excused your father’s manners, trying to push down your maddens at him.

“So I guess I’m leaving tonight then” Peter said glumly 

“Yeah, sorry you didn’t get to go out today” You replied, moving to sit on his bed next to him.

“I didn’t really want to go out, I just wanted to spend the day with you” He replied almost instantly, then slapped a hand around his mouth, almost in disbelief that he had just admitted that to you. Chuckling you spoke softly,

“I wanted to spend the day with you too, I don’t just make my promises to anyone” Much to your dismay you were interested, again, but this time it was JARVIS, telling you that your Dad requested to see you in the kitchen. Quickly jumping off of Peter’s bed muttering a see you later you made your way to your father

The one thing you hated most in the world was upsetting your father. But that is what you always managed to do. Tony was upset that you were growing, very fast, all he wanted to do was protect you from the big bad world and from nasty teenage boys who only think with their downstairs brains. He just couldn’t think that Peter was any different for your sake, because the one thing that he can’t stand in the world is you being upset 

“Dad, one day I’ll have a boyfriend and you are going to have to accept it. Wouldn’t you rather me be with someone you know is a good kid rather than some punk ass hole who always shows up to school late?” You questioned, trying to make him see reason, however Tony was having none of it.

“Peter is just getting checked up, I’m going to have a word with him and you can say your final good bye, OK?” He made out like he was doing you a favour.

“Fine” slamming back into the chair, you waited for your father to let you see your friend.

 “Thank you for this opportunity Mr. Stark, I really appreciate it” Peter mumbled, avoiding eye contact with your father at all costs.

“No thank you for helping me, even though you aren’t my favourite person right now, you were a lot of help.” Tony admitted, squeezing Peter’s shoulder.

“Sorry to interrupt, just need to do the final checkups” A nurse entered and hooked Peter up to some machines. Including a heart monitor, where the slow beat of his heart began echoing through the room.

“Well then, Y/N is out waiting for-” At this moment the once gentle beat of Peter’s heart began to furiously pick up its pace causing everyone in the room to turn to him.

“U-u-umm Mr. Stark its-” But before he could continue you opened the door and walked in, bored of waiting outside.

If everyone e thought Peter’s heart couldn’t get any faster, they were amazingly disproven. His heart rate was now going so fast that no one could comprehend what was going on. Worried that there was something wrong, you rushed over and grabbed his hand, again causing eh speed of his heart to increase.

“Can someone turn that stupid thing off, please?” Peter rather embarrassingly pleaded, his cheeks stained red. Realisation dawned on your face as you starred curiously at Peter. You were what caused Peter to get nervous, it was you that made his heart beat just that little bit faster, much like how he did it to you.

Acting before you could think about your actions you leaned over and kissed Peter right on those dreamy lips. Responding almost immediately he kissed you back. Finally!

“Eh-uh” Your father coughed. Being brought back down to reality, you had just kissed the boy you like in front of your Dad who had forbid you to see him! Oh what a mess,

“Look, I don’t like this. But Peter I can see how much you like my daughter and as long as you promise not to hurt her, this will be OK oh and also remember I am Iron Man, so you know” As your Dad gave you his approval you pulled both of them into a group hug happy that your Dad was happy for you.

“Don’t worry Mr. Stark, I will protect Y/N always, I am Spiderman” Peter joked back, oh he was going to fit right in.

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@violevin replied ; ki would think odysseus or constantine were the prettiest tbh

Ah! If it isn't the chaos w― ... No, this is fine. Not all witches are the same, just like how it happens with everyone else.

❝ I see, call it being able to find a needle in a haystack, even the most unfortunate can be seen. It seems like I'm not a mere phantom then. It is my honor to be acknowledged by you, lady of crows. ❞

He may have heard her- quite clearly. Yet he'll remain calm and pretend as if he didn't. It's better this way, however, he finds it difficult to hide the small tug at the corners of his lips. Lower your head Constantine ! now if you excuse him- !