*^*ft- Johnny Storm, Steve Rogers, John Walker, Joaquin Torres, Perter Parker, Thor, Loki
a.k.a you’re their personal nurse
*^*tw-mentions of blood, cuts, cleaning up wounds, fluff, kind of implied romantic relationship, might be spelling mistakes (let me know if I missed anything else)
*^*a/n-I’M BACK FROM HELL!!!
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Johnny storm-
It’s not everyday Johnny got hurt, just most days. Something you had no choice but to get used to and you did eventually- after catching him in countless situations that for most people would be considered not normal.
One time you found him in the bathroom trying to stop a terrible nose bleed with one of your pads and a week after that you spotted him in the kitchen holding a bag of peas to his head at 2 am in the complete dark while eating cold pizza and on- not that rare of occasions ignoring his injuries completely, sitting in front of the tv and eating junk food, not caring that there’s dried blood on his forehead down to the beige of his nose.
You’d mostly given up on offering to help him since he refuses every time and insists on doing it himself because according to him it’s ‘not that bad’ and ‘can handle it.’ You don’t push the issue or at least you never have before now. But you seen what happened on the news, how badly it looked and how much red ran down his face.
He hald himself in the bathroom the moment he got back from the mission, not bothering to go to the medical bay like he refuses to do every time for reasons unknown to you.
You’re not sure what made this time different but when you knock on the door and offer your help he doesn’t refuse.
“Sit” you say quietly and he obliges, plopping down on the toilet seat lid. You’re looking at the cut in the middle of his head split to his temple right below his hairline. It looks deep and painful. You place the thick cloth back on the wound and gesture for him to hold it there while you grab gazes and antibiotic ointment.
“Don’t” he voices
“I wasn’t going to say anything”
“Yes you were” there’s quiet for a moment as you hold the swab up to his cut “it looks worse then what it is”
“It wouldn’t look like anything if you had watched your back like I keep telling you”
“I know I know we’ve been through this before” he blows out, wincing as you place cleaning ointment over the gash
“Then why don’t you ever listen? Risking your life to show off isn’t some game you should want to play”
“Ok but did you see what I did with the fire and-”
“Johnny”
“Alright alright. Ok I get it”
“Ok”
“Ok”
“Fine”
“Fine”
“Fine” you snip back, done with wrapping the white bandage around Johnny’s head and packing away what you didn’t use back in the first aid kit. Johnny stands, turning to the mirror and leaning in to look at the bandage on his forehead before looking at you.
“Thank you” you roll your eyes and move to walk away but he stops you, grabbing your waist and pulling you in “I mean it, thank you”
“...you’re welcome” he leans down and kisses you smiling as his lips make contact with yours.
Steve Rodgers-
“Yikies” you announce your arrival, shoes softly clicking against the floor as you make your way across the room. Steve’s shirt was partly lifted over his back and you could see a purple bruise began to form along his spin.
“You should knock” he pulls his shirt off the rest of the way and throws it in a hamper your eyes glued to his muscles and ignoring what was probably your one hundredth warning. It wasn’t the first time you heard those words from him and it probably wouldn’t be the last.
“The door was open” you point to the still open door and Steve gives you a pointed look, fully prepared to pull a lecture out of his ass about privacy and respect with bullet points and a pop up quiz at the end.
“Never mind” you walk closer to him and hold out a bag of ice. He makes an attempt to grab it but you pull back, holding the ice to your chest. “Oh right, Tony wanted me to tell you something…”
“What is it?”
“I can’t remember but I’m pretty sure it was important” he sighs and walks away to get a clean shirt leaving you to stare at his back “can I ask you a question?”
“You’re probably going to do it anyway”
“…Does it hurt?”
“Does what hurt?”
“When you get hit or thrown off a building or shot, anything- everything” he takes a minute, pulling on a cream colored shirt, tousling his blonde hair.
“...the super soldier serum doesn’t stop the pain of taking a hit. I can feel everything. Every hit, every cut, every bullet, every bruise.” He walks back and you have to look up to continue looking into his eyes. “But I think it helps you be able to stand the pain and to take on more of it” you hum in response
“Are you sure it’s the effects of the serum” his brows farrow “could’ve been all that time in the ice” he huffs out a laugh
“Could have” he smiles and you place the ice against his chest
“I should go” you turn walking away and looking over your shoulder “you should get that looked at though and go see what Tony wanted”
John walker-
“Didn’t the doctor tell you to rest your leg?” Your brows were raised in anticipation, waiting for an answer from the blonde. You expected him to act like a misbehaving child getting caught doing something they weren’t supposed to be doing but he didn’t. John didn’t even falter his steps as he kept his eyes forward, trained on the punching bag.
“Hellooo...John?” After a moment he grabbes the bag full of sand and steadies it, out of breath
“This is me resting” he huffs out, looking you over and noticing the white box in your hand “I’m fine”
“Right, well” You lift your hand to the bandage around his arm, no longer just white but red as well but he’s successfully ignoring you “I’m pretty sure you ripped your stitches trying to get revenge on that bag” you pause, walking over to the nearest bench “how long has it been since it’s last been changed?”
Walker steadies the punching bag again, looking at you pointedly and clearly annoyed “I’m not trying to get revenge”
“…Clearly you're not the captain of sarcasm. Just let me take a look then I’ll be out of your hair and you can go back to punishing that bag for whatever it did to you, ok?”
“…Fine” he walks over and plops down on the bench beside you while you unpack the gaze and disinfectant spray and unwrap the dirty cloth and place it aside.
“Good news, the stitches aren’t ripped just needed cleaning. You know a little gratitude would go a long way” he rolls his eyes. You finish cleaning and wrapping the stitches back up in a clean bandage a few moments later. “Alright all done. What do you rate my services?”
“You sure you’re not taking this doctor passant thing a little too seriously?” You roll your eyes, packing up the medical supplies and placing them back in the first aid kit. “I’m joking” he stands when you do, stopping you from leaving without touching you “it feels a lot better. Thank you”
“Well don’t get to excited, the next time I do this it won’t be free, you’ll have to pay me somehow” you smile at him “Ok well I’ll let you get back to-“ you gesture to the punching bag “that- don’t you know, over do it”
“I won’t”
Joaquin Torres-
“ssss’ ow owowow” he hisses quietly muttering something under his breath you couldn’t quite understand
“Don’t be a baby, you can handle it falcon” you say his ‘new name’ pointedly as you dab another open cut on his forehead
“Oh? What’s that I hear in your voice?”
“Concern”
“Mmm you sure it’s not jealousy?” You hit his arm and he huffs out a laugh
“That’s not funny Torres”
“You’re right sorry” he says, his lips still stretched in a tight line
“Then stop smiling. Ever since you became falcon you’re banged up all the time”
“And I told you I’m fine remember?” You look down focusing on peeling back another bandaid
“Hey” he says softly and stands, bring you into a hug “I’ll be fine, alright”
“You’re squishing me” you say through puckered lips
“Well I’m not letting go until you say it with me. You’ll be fine my favorite person in the whole world”
“I’m not saying that”
“Just the first part?”
“…You’ll be fine”
“See?” He loosens his hold on you and peers down “that wasn’t so bad”
“Just be careful”
“You know I will”
Peter Parker-
You peal the white paper off the bandaid and press the sticky part to his skin, the brown bandaid standing out on his bruised cheek in contrast to the yellowish hue.
Taking out another bandage you pause to look at peters who begins to shift under your stare and narrowed eyes
“Are you sure this wasn’t flash?”
“What? Nonono...no. I told you it was some guy”
“Right, some guy named Steve. But you would tell me if it was flash right?”
“Yeah of course”
“...good cuz I’d totally kick flash’s ass
“Yeah...yeah totally” you place another bandaid, placing it directly on the cut on his chin adding up to four bandaids in total.
“Maybe you should stop taking that bus or get your license” you mumble
“You first” he laughs and immediately regrets it as he winces from the open cut on his lip
“...I’m going to get ice”
“Uh yeah thanks”
Thor-
“The future king everyone!” you clapped your hands together and smiled, your words thick with false pride and you stride over to the blonde god who winces as he touches the cut above his left brow. “You’re not invincible you know?”
“Oh really? I had no idea” he says sarcastically
“You seemed to have an idea when you thought to tell Volstagg to throw you into the bifrost head first to Odin knows where in your drunken state” you sit next to him and press the rag in your hand to the cut on his brow “that was stupid and dangerous” he groans
“You sound like my father”
“He’s a very wise king. Something that you’ll have to be one day” you pull back the rag and look at him “a day that will hopefully come after you stop acting like an idiot” you emphasize your warning with a flick to his forehead “understand?”
“...understood” he grabs your hand with the rag still inside and puts it back on his cut, cuffing the back of your hand with his palm. It’s warm and larger than yours.
Before you realize it you break from the daze his blue eyes hood you in. Standing you slip your hand out of his
“Well then I’ll let you get back to your…” you pause, your voice getting quieter with each word
“My?” He questions waiting for you to continue and stands with you
“Thoughts” you say out of panic
“My thoughts?”
“Yes your...thoughts”
“Right…important thoughts”
“Very important…and future king thoughts”
“Indeed”
Loki-
“You’re an idiot you know that?” You say from the doorway, holding a rag filled with ice and an unimpressed look on your face
“Come to see a fallen prince?”
“Don’t be so dramatic Loki” he doesn’t spare you a glade as you walk over to him and sit on the edge of the window seat next to him. You bring the ice to his forehead where a red bump was beginning to form. Loki flinched away before looking at your hand. Hesitating and slow, he leans in and the ice touches the bruise.
“Is it too cold?”
“I’m fine” he gruffed out, you hum in acknowledgment and the room goes quiet again as you ice his bruise
“If it’s any consolation” you break the silence “I bet on you to win”
“I don’t need your pity”
“It’s not pity. I really did think you’d win”
Long after everyone had their fill of booze and were drunk off their asses, Volstagg bet his axe that the god of mischief couldn’t beat him in hand to hand combat. For whatever reason- pride probably Loki agreed. Clearly he had lost and now you’re nursing his wounds with ice that was used to keep the beer cold.
“Sorry to disappoint” you rolled your eyes at the tone of his words
“It’s not a disappointment Loki”
“I’m sure it isn’t” he gruffs out
“…you’re doing it again”
“Doing what?”
“You’re being so defensive and for nothing while I’m trying to help”
“I didn’t ask for your help”
“Yeah you’re right but I’m here so maybe stop acting like an asshole” you toss the rag in his direction, it landing in between his legs “ice your own damn head” he picks up the discarded rag and holds it to his head
CONTENT: how some of the wind breaker boys would react if you told them that you wanted to get pregnant.
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SAKURA was flustered immediately, having no idea what to think. What did you mean you wanted a freaking baby? Like—a real one? The ones that stay in your stomach for nine months before getting an eviction notice? No, that couldn't be what you meant. Why would you ask that? And with him of all people? Were you blind? Have you seen him? He must have misheard you, his subconscious throwing him a curveball yet again.
It had to be that, it would make sense—especially given all the dreams his brain was forcing him to have recently and whatnot. It wouldn't be entirely surprising that the thought came to mind. But still, what?
"... Say that again?" He muttered, silently praying he wasn’t losing it.
"I want to have a baby with you."
His face twisted instantly in silent confusion, and you scowled in response. He looked like he might throw up, but really, he just felt exposed. The way you said that so casually—he wasn’t ready for it, it made him feel all hot. He wasn’t used to hearing words like that out loud. And, well, he had thought about it before. He just forced himself to brush it off as a stupid idea.
Hearing it come from you was shocking to say the least, and he'd rather not think about giving in like that.
“If you don’t like the idea, just say I’m talking out of my ass and we’ll drop it,” you huffed, eyes flicking back down to whatever game you were playing on your phone previously.
... Wait
... What?! What did you mean by that?! You can't just drop some crazy shit like that on his head and then tell him to choose! Were you insane?! What kind of emotional whiplash was that!?
"Huh!?" Sakura blurted, his face burning even redder. The reaction pulled a small smile from you, but you were already distracted again by your screen.
"It's okay."
"W—what's okay!?"
"If you don't want a baby," You chuckled. "I was only thinking about it."
And then it was quiet. The silence made Sakura’s chest tighten with anxiety. You looked unbothered—calm, like you didn’t even care about his response, despite clearly wanting one. But he still wasn’t entirely sure if this was real or just some weird prank.
Would you think he was weird if he said yes right away? If he let you know just how desperate he actually was to give you what you wanted?
He was always a sucker for you, after all. But it was worse than that—he’d quietly caught baby fever a long time before you. Ever since he saw you helping a little lost kid, gently guiding him back to his parents, he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about you as a mom. The only problem was... he wasn’t sure he’d make a good dad. Should he take it as a sign that you asked him for this first? He isn't sure.
“Why?”
“Hm? Why what?” you asked, glancing up from your phone.
“There… Well, th-there’s a chance that if we had a kid… it’d look a little bit like me, right?” Sakura mumbled, eyes dropping as he tried to hide how nervous he was. He shouldn't be like this, not in front of you.
“Would you really want a baby that kinda looks like a freak?”
You didn’t respond right away. Just blinked at him as he kept his eyes downcast.
You forgot sometimes—how much he struggled with that. The stares, the comments, all because of his differently colored hair and eyes. Traits that made him stand out, often in the worst ways. But you were pretty sure those same traits caught good attention, too. After all, he had friends. He had a place at Bofurin. And—he had you. A pretty girlfriend. Or, at least, you hoped he thought you were pretty.
“…Y’know,” you finally said, turning off your phone and standing up, “I wouldn’t be asking for a baby if I thought you were a freak.”
Sakura closed his eyes, taking a slow, deep breath to steady himself. He shouldn’t be feeling this weird about it. You asked a question—he should’ve just answered. It’s just… he really wanted a baby. But he was too self-conscious to admit it. Too unsure that he’d be good enough. He didn’t think he was even boyfriend material half the time—though you seemed delusional enough to believe he was.
“Honey,” you said gently, “look at me.”
His face burned at the sound of your voice. He barely cracked his eyes open before squeezing them shut again from embarrassment. You were standing in front of him now, your eyes intense enough to swallow him whole. Without a word, you reached out. Your hand touched his, then slowly intertwined your fingers with his.
That simple gesture sent a shiver through his entire body, but he didn’t hesitate to squeeze your hand back, tightly—like it was the only thing keeping him grounded.
“I love you,” you breathed, placing a soft kiss on his cheek. “You know that, right? That’s why I asked. And I think you look perfect.”
“…I… I know. I—I love you too,” Sakura whispered, his voice barely audible.
But his blush had mostly faded now. That had to mean something. You weren’t sure what exactly—but there was something different about him now. A look of quiet determination had settled in his eyes, like he was suddenly planning something.
“What’s wrong? Did I say something?” you asked, raising a brow as he stared past you, seemingly lost in thought.
“Nah… It’s nothing… I think.”
Nope. Definitely something.
But before you could press him on it, he suddenly grabbed your arm and kissed you. Hard. Maybe a little too hard. But enough for you to feel it deep in your chest—a rush of heat flooding through you. He understood what you meant earlier, and this was him answering, in his own, overwhelmed way.
“Do you want a baby right now?” he murmured against your lips, watching with interest as your eyes widened. His usual shy, fumbling self had vanished, replaced with this strange, intense confidence.
“You’d want one too? Really?”
“Yeah, I should be the one asking that. I still can’t believe you want one with me,” he scoffed, kissing you again before pulling away and reaching for his jacket. Though in your defense, you weren't used to him initiating any sort of physical touch either. Apparently it was your turn to get flustered. The blush had returned on his face after her saw yours, but it was softer now—a light, pink hue, no longer boiling red.
“But we’re not doing it here. Your place is less run-down.”
“Does it really matter where we try to have the baby?” you giggled—only to be cut off with another kiss as he grabbed you and tugged you toward the door.
“Hell yeah, it matters. I don’t wanna have a baby here. Now c’mon,” he muttered.
“You’re acting like the baby’s already in there, dummy,” you snickered, poking his cheek and making him flare up all over again. “Maybe I should bring this up more often, huh?”
“Sh-shut up,” he grumbled—but you didn’t miss the soft smile tugging at his lips as the two of you stepped out of his apartment together.
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SUO didn’t believe you at first—he just blinked at you like you were the one who was confused. To be fair, you were drunk. Not just a little tipsy either—scarily intoxicated. Honestly, he was impressed you were still conscious. Technically, it was your fault. But then again, could he really blame you?
"A baby?"
"Yeah! A small one, that's all cute and squishy." You grinned, your words mushing together as you mumbled out some other stuff. "And we can buy the baby a cute little eye patch to match with yours."
You probably didn’t expect your friend to drag you to the sketchiest part of town and then vanish. At least she had the decency to call him afterward, claiming she had to leave for a family emergency. Still, the fact that she left you behind in a place like this made Suo question her legitimacy as your friend.
And you—you hadn’t realized that some of the locals were trying to drug you. All it took was a glass of “expensive wine” that was really just beer spiked with a disturbingly unhealthy amount of sugar followed by all sorts of incapacitating drugs.
“Just to taste,” they’d said, “so a pretty girl like you can give us some advice on how to make the wine better.”
At least that's what the younger man had said had happened, Suo was quick to kick the leaders neck hard enough to knock him out.
You were a little naive, he knew that much. Soft-hearted. You turned into putty in someone’s hands the moment they made you feel special. Even though you were loyal to him, compliments from anyone still made you glow.
“Also, there was this lovely scarf I saw near here, but I didn’t have enough money to buy it!” you rambled, your voice dreamy and slurred, as if you hadn’t just tell him to get you pregnant in the middle of a crowded sidewalk.
Sweet, clueless thing. You were going to be mortified when you remembered all of this tomorrow. Suo, surprisingly, wasn’t embarrassed. He probably should’ve been, but he didn't feel like he was. This was a terrible place to wander around aimlessly, especially when you didn’t know what you were doing. He’d come fully prepared for a full on fight if anyone tried to stop him from retrieving you—so much so that he brought both Sakura and Nirei along for backup.
And now, those poor bastards had to stand there and listen to his girlfriend shamelessly ask him for a baby.
“Please don’t mind her,” Suo said, turning to his friends with a calm smile. “She’ll be fine once she gets some rest.”
"Seriously, what did she even drink?" Sakura muttered, face beet red as he stole another glance at you. “Was it just alcohol or pure ethanol?”
Sakura was clearly flustered by your drunken boldness. The way you’d said it had sounded almost romantic, which only made it worse. Meanwhile, Nirei was grinning like a kid at a comedy show, clearly finding the whole thing adorable.
“Hayato, take me home, please,” you whined, pulling away from his hand to wrap your arms around him in a hug. “I’m tired, I’m hungry, and my feet hurt!”
Suo just smiled gently, his voice calm and certain. “Don’t worry. We’re going home.”
He then adjusted his hold on you slightly, one arm steady around your waist as you leaned more of your weight into him, your head nestled lazily against his shoulder. You were heavy in that drunk, warm way that only made people more pliable. Almost like a sleeping cat.
"Anyway, we’ll leave you two to it. I don't think she needs an audience right now.” Nirei gave a two-fingered salute, still grinning ear to ear. “She’s wild when she isn't sober, man. It's funny, just know that we're praying for you.”
Suo nodded. “Thanks for coming. Get home safe.”
"Text us if you need backup!" Nirei added over his shoulder as he and Sakura started down the sidewalk.
Then for a moment, it was quiet. Just the two of you now, standing under the halo of a flickering streetlamp. You swayed slightly, then yawned like a baby bear, your grip on him tightening again.
“Home,” you mumbled. “I like our bed. It smells like you.”
His heart squeezed a little. Damn you. Even drunk off your mind, you somehow knew exactly how to say things that made it impossible for him to stay annoyed.
"Of course, princess."
You sighed against his shoulder. “Hayato,” you mumbled, almost too soft to hear. “Do you think the scarf’s still there?”
He glanced down at you, your hair sticking slightly to your forehead, your lips parted just enough to let the question float out like a drifting balloon.
“I’ll get you a scarf,” he promised. “Not from here though. A prettier one. And something warmer.”
“Mmm,” you hummed. “Make sure it’s bright. The woman at the fabric tent said that bright colors will look good on me.”
“Yeah,” he said. “I'll do that.”
You didn’t respond, just tightened your arms around him like you might dissolve if you let go. He didn’t rush you either. You'd trip once in a while over your own feet, muttering curses under your breath, but he'd catch you every time—making sure you were stable before continuing. He was a very patient person after all.
Suo looked down for a moment when you leaned more against him. You were still latched onto him like a human koala, your face smushed into his chest.
“Mmm...you feel like warm bread,” you murmured.
He snorted. “I feel like sweat and stress.”
“You always feel nice to me,” you mumbled, completely oblivious to how that sounded.
Suo shifted you a little to help you walk without tripping over your own feet. “Come on, sweetheart. Let’s get moving before you fall asleep standing up.”
You trudged beside him, holding onto his arm, your heels clicking unevenly against the pavement. Every few steps, you’d either hum something off-key or dramatically sigh, like a tragic heroine in a play.
"So, did you think about it?"
He blinked, looking down at you. “About what?”
“The baby thing.” You looked up with eyes too wide and honest for someone who could barely say the alphabet right now. “I think you’d be a good dad. You’re good at being kind to people and protecting me.”
Suo laughed—actually laughed, the sound low and rare. “That’s your criteria?”
“Mhm. You’re also nice to animals and you never forget to bring me snacks. So can we have a baby now?”
“You’re drunk, so no.”
“Just because I'm drunk doesn't mean I don't mean it.” You whined, almost on the verge of tears already.
He sighed, but there was no irritation in it—just that soft kind of exhale people give when they know they’ve lost. Because he had been secretly thinking about it ever since you said it. They always say that a drunk man's words are a sober man's thoughts, or something like that.
So, had you been thinking about this for a while then?
"So you have to promise me something then," You yawned. "When I'm not drunk anymore, that we'll have a baby."
"I have to?"
"Yeah! Pinky promise." You held up your hand, poking out your pinky finger for him.
Suo sighed, propping you up more against him as he got to the front of their house. Something in him wanted to agree, mostly due to the fact that you had riled him up. But even so, he had enough discipline to keep himself in check... You just looked so damn cute though.
Now he wanted a small baby that was all squishy and cute.
"I won't promise that," Suo started, grabbing your hand before kissing the back of it. "But I promise that when you're better in the morning, if you still want a baby, we'll make a baby."
"... Really?"
"Yeah, I wouldn't mind being a baby daddy." Suo kissed the top of your head. "I'd mean you'd stay with me, wouldn't it?"
"I'd stay with you anyway." You simply giggled, hugging him tighter and warming his heart.
"Alright, come on now. We need to get you to bed."
You giggled as he opened the door to your house and helped you in. “Hayatoooo… you love me, right?”
“Unfortunately.”
“You dooo!”
He sat you down on a stool in the hallway and a second later, shut the front door with a click. Though his smile lingered.
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NIREI felt his face grow warm, stumbling over his words as he tried to process what you’d just said. A baby? That had to be a joke—something ripped straight from a fever dream after getting his ass handed to him.
“Come again?” he blinked, bewildered.
“I want a baby.” You shrugged casually, your cheeks tinged pink, though your smile stayed bright. "Can we try now? Or should I wait until you're not busy?"
...Now?
Nirei flushed even deeper, his skin nearly as hot as the fiery yellow strands framing his cute, startled face. His hazel eyes widened—like a deer caught in headlights. Sure, he got flustered sometimes, but no one got under his skin the way you did.
“D-did you just say—?” he stammered, waving his hands like he could somehow cool the heat rising in his cheeks. “I don’t— I mean, I do want one, but—did you mean now? Like, right now? That’s—”
You cut him off with a soft smile, slipping your hand into his and stepping closer. Leaning in, you pressed a kiss to his cheek, feeling the warmth of his blush bloom beneath your lips.
“Akihiko,” you whispered, using his name like a secret. As always, he gasped quietly at the sound of it. No matter how long you'd been together, he never quite got used to hearing his name from you.
“I want a baby with you,” you murmured.
You pressed another kiss, this time to the center of his brow, as your arms curled around him, pulling him closer—closer still.
Nirei took a steadying breath, like he was bracing for impact, then gently tugged you even tighter against him, holding you as if he never wanted to let go. The two of you both had acknowledged that in the future, you'd want a baby. However, you've both been kind of ignoring anything past that.
“I want a baby with you too,” he mumbled, “but... don’t you think it’ll make your parents angry? They don't really like me..."
He was about to say more, but you silenced him with another kiss.
You smiled against his skin, feeling the way he trembled slightly in your arms. You knew he worried too much, especially about your parents—but none of that mattered to you. Not when he looked at you like this. Not when his arms around you felt more like home than anything else. Your parent's were just gonna have to suck it.
“They’ll live,” you whispered. “I love you. That’s enough for me.. They don't get a say in this, they'll have to get over themselves.”
You bit back a laugh and leaned in, brushing your nose against his. “Unless you’re getting cold feet, Akihiko?"
He made a soft, scandalized noise. “N-no! I’m not— I would never—”
You grinned mischievously, tightening your hold around him like you might never let go. “Good. Because I was serious about starting now.”
Nirei swallowed hard, face practically glowing at this point. “You’re gonna be the death of me...” he muttered, but the way he smiled—nervous and so full of love—gave him away completely.
Nirei’s breath hitched, and for a second, he just stood there, soaking in the plan and ignoring the fact that your father might come after his throat. Slowly, he pulled back just enough to look at you, searching your face like he was memorizing it, every little detail that made you you. His hand came up to cup your cheek, thumb brushing lightly over your skin.
“I love you too,” he said, voice rough with emotion. “More than anything.”
You leaned into his touch, your heart swelling, and for a moment, neither of you said anything at all. The silence between you wasn't uncomfortable either, it felt right for some reason.
Then Nirei chuckled—a soft, nervous little sound. "I, um... I should probably take a shower first," he said, cheeks flushing again. "I kinda smell like I lost a fight to a brick wall."
You laughed quietly, threading your fingers through his hair. "Fine. But hurry up. I'm not changing my mind."
“I’ll be quick,” he promised, pressing one last kiss to your forehead before practically sprinting off, leaving you standing there, grinning like an idiot. And for the first time in a long while, he didn't look like he was frustrated with anything.
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UMEMIYA agreed immediately — almost too eagerly. He wasn’t even sure what came over him; something about the way you asked had him ready to jump at the chance. Unfortunately for you, any hope of keeping things low-key was dashed almost immediately. Despite your best efforts to keep the conversation quiet, Umemiya talked like one of those front desk clerks at the bank with the mini-microphones — just determined to announce your personal business to anyone within earshot.
"Hajime?! Shh!" you hissed, scrambling to cover his mouth with your hand. The two of you sat cramped together at a little table in Kotoha’s diner. It wasn’t packed by any means, but there were enough people lingering around — enough that even the tiniest bit of gossip would spread like wildfire. You could already hear it in your head: Baby out of wedlock? How irresponsible.
Umemiya whined against your hand, his eyebrows scrunching up like a kicked puppy before he pried your hand away — though he didn’t just move it; he laced his fingers through yours and held it there stubbornly.
"I don’t care if people hear," he said, voice loud enough to make you wince. "And you shouldn’t either! Everyone already knows we’re dating—"
"Dating and becoming parents are two completely different things, you moron!" you whisper-yelled, yanking your hand out of his with an exaggerated scowl. You were about two seconds away from socking him in the chest — not that it would do anything besides hurt your own hand.
Umemiya’s grip on your hand tightened, his voice softening in a way that you weren't expecting. He could be such a clown sometimes that you forgot just how serious and genuine he was as well.
"I mean it," he spoke, staring at you as if you were the only person in the world. "If it's with you... I don't care how hard it gets. I'll do anything. I want to start a family with you too."
You froze, heart tripping over itself at the sudden shift in mood. For a second, you didn’t know whether to throw a punch or start crying. But you could tell even now, that this would definitely be a topic of conversation in town. You didn't want that. This dumb ass is always embarrassing you, and yet you wanted to kiss him. Instead, you yanked your hand away again, harsher this time.
"You're such an idiot!" you snapped, pushing your chair back with a screech against the floor. Heads turned — of course they turned — but you were too flustered to care. Umemiya immediately stood up with you, confused and not having a clue what it was that suddenly irked you.
"I don't need you getting all dramatic about it! You don't even know what you're agreeing to!" you hissed, grabbing your jacket off the back of the chair before he could. Your chest felt too tight, and you didn’t know if it was anger, nervousness, or something else. Maybe all of it. Probably just love, love was always hard to understand.
"Wait, just hold on!" Umemiya gasped as he was about ready to try and hug you until you pushed him away, storming toward the door without a second glance.
The bell above the diner door jingled as you shoved it open and disappeared onto the street, leaving Umemiya standing there, looking like he had just been cursed out at in the middle of Kotoha’s diner.
Kotoha, who’d been wiping down the counter, didn't miss a beat. She sauntered over to his table, arms crossed, a knowing look on her face. This fighting man was crazy, he didn't understand his girlfriend at all.
"You," she said, flicking him in the forehead hard enough to make him wince, "are the dumbest person I've ever met. And I know at least three people who thought microwaving foil was a good idea, two of them being your friends."
Umemiya rubbed his forehead, practically sulking. "I didn’t mean to mess it up... I know she asked me to be here to talk to me, I just didn't realize that she felt having a kid was so serious." he muttered.
"Yeah, well, having a kid is serious and you did mess it up." Kotoha leaned on the back of a chair, staring him down. "You can't just throw around big words like that without thinking. You scared her off, dummy. Plus, you need to act more responsible, a baby can't have a baby."
"What do I do now?" He groaned, slumping against the wall, making a scene yet again in front of the few remaining customers left in the diner.
Kotoha simply shook her head before smirking, thank God almighty the two of them weren't actually related by blood.
"First? Get your sorry butt to the store and buy some chocolate. Good chocolate. Not that cheap gas station stuff either. Maybe get her a small flower bouquet too." She straightened up, pointing at the door like she was kicking him out. "Then, you’re gonna apologize. For being stupid. And for making a scene in my diner, by the way."
"Right. Chocolate. Apologize. Got it." Umemiya pushed the door open with a loud sigh, still not fully understanding, but taking Kotoha's words to heart.
Kotoha shook her head with a half-smile as he stumbled toward the door. Umemiya may never understand you fully, or not get on your nerves from time to time, but at the very least, he meant well.
"And make sure to smile after the fact," she muttered. "you're gonna need it."
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KAJI thought this might be the first time he was truly at a loss for words. He wasn’t one to talk much anyway, but when he did speak, he usually had a way of getting straight to the point. Efficient. Sharp. But now, he was just staring at you—expressionless—rolling the lollipop in his mouth like it could somehow settle the nerves buzzing in his chest.
He had even taken off his headphones so he could hear you clearly. Now, he kind of wished he hadn’t.
A baby? What for? Why? Were you serious? That was stupid. No—he was stupid. Stupid for even being considered. He wasn’t the guy you chose to parent with. Absolutely not. He had anger issues—barely managed to control himself when it came to discipline. The only thing he really knew how to do well was fight, and that sure as hell didn’t seem like a skill worth passing on to a damn baby, at least not now.
He was so quiet—so unnervingly still—that you started to wonder if maybe he hadn't heard you. Honestly, that could’ve been the case. You did tend to talk lower than you meant to, a bad habit really.
"...D-Did you hear me?" you asked, voice cracking a little at the end.
"Yeah... But why?" Kaji asked flatly, pulling the lollipop from his mouth with a soft pop He unintentionally made you want to evaporate on the spot, his words too emotionless, almost mechanical.
"Oh! Uh, no reason, really. Um… shoot, sorry. Forget I said anything."
Shit. He didn’t mean to make it sound like he was judging you. He was just… caught off guard. He hadn’t realized that 'baby fever' was, like, actually a thing.
He scrambled to his feet too fast and nearly rolled his ankle trying to stop you from leaving, catching your wrist before you could walk out. He forgot sometimes that you were a bit sensitive—that it took a lot for you to speak your mind. But you trusted him enough to do it. That meant something.
"Sorry," he murmured. "That's not what I meant. I just meant... why now? I’ve never heard you bring up babies out of nowhere like that."
"U-uhm, well, I just, uh—" you stammered, face practically on fire. "I… it’s your fault."
"...My fault." Kaji blinked, eyes narrowing as he tried to figure out what you meant. But whatever logic you were hiding behind didn't make any sense. Then he let out a short laugh at your completely serious tone, though it was more so out of confusion than him being amused.
"What did I do?" he asked, showing genuine bafflement. "How is it my fault?"
"I saw you hanging out with some toddler at the playground." you whispered, cheeks burning hotter and looking at him like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
For a second, Kaji just stared at you like you’d grown another head.
"Wait... You’re serious?"
"... Well, not anymore."
"You wanna have a kid because you saw me making funny faces at some toddler?" he asked, eyebrows lifting.
You flushed, trying to wiggle your wrist out of his grip, though he didn’t let go.
"Y-You weren’t just making faces! You were... you were good with them!" you protested. "You were patient and you weren’t even grumpy about it, and he really liked you!"
Kaji made a low sound in his throat—something between a scoff and a groan—and dragged a hand down his face.
"God," he muttered. "You have baby fever, a made up sickness by the way."
You gave a wounded squeak and tried to yank your hand free again, but he caught it easily, tugging you a little closer instead. Close enough that you could see the embarrassed pink creeping up his neck, just under his collar.
"You’ve been thinking about it this much just ‘cause of that?" he said, eyes flicking down to your lips for a second before snapping back up. His voice dropped lower, teasing, but still a little rough. "Should I be worried you’re already pickin’ out baby names or something?"
"N-No! I haven't thought that much about it yet!" you sputtered.
Okay, you had maybe thought of one or two, but you were absolutely not going to admit that now.
He grinned—smirked, actually—the kind of smile he only pulled when he knew he had you cornered.
"You sure?" he said, leaning in just enough to make your heart hammer painfully against your ribs. "You look guilty."
You slapped his chest half-heartedly, face burning hotter. "I am not guilty," you grumbled, trying to shove him away. He didn’t budge. If anything, he looked way too entertained by the whole thing.
For a moment, you thought he might keep teasing you forever. But then, Kaji’s grin faded a little. He looked down at you—really looked—and something in his expression softened. His thumb brushed lightly over your wrist, almost absentminded.
"...If it’s you," he said quietly, "I don’t mind."
You blinked, stunned into silence.
"I’m not saying I know what the hell I’m doing," he went on, voice rough and a little unsure. "I’m not, like... dad material or anything. Probably wouldn’t win any awards."
He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, glancing away.
"But if you want that… if you want me to do that with you…" He shrugged, like he was pretending it didn’t mean as much as it did. "Then yeah. I’ll try."
Your throat tightened. You opened your mouth to say something—anything—but the words caught. What were you supposed to say? Kaji made it sound like he'd practically give you the world if he could.
Kaji saw the way you struggled, and to save you the trouble, he leaned in and bumped his forehead against yours with a soft thud.
"Just... don’t start showing me tiny shoes and baby clothes yet," he muttered, barely hiding the laugh in his voice. "I need, like, a week to mentally prepare."
You snorted and shoved at him again, and this time, he let you. Mostly because he was grinning like an idiot the whole way, once again sucking on his lollipop but keeping his headphones off.
Your boyfriend is on top of you, thrusting frantically in and out of your pussy “I pro-mise you’re the only one. You’re t-the only one for me pleaseplease believe me!” Tears welling up in his eyes at the thought of you leaving him, he added to hopefully make things clear…”Don’t leave me please I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” He cried, shaking. His tears landing to your cheeks. “I c-can’t live without you—I can never! I don’t want to!”
Laid on the bed with your lover, you run your fingers through the strands of their hair. You sigh as you loosely wrap your arms around them, and they look up and meet your eyes, lids relaxed as they bask in your warmth. "Thank you for everything that you do for everyone." You close your eyes as you softly kiss their forehead.
Wrapping your arms around them tighter, in an effort to physically show how you feel.. you say "I hope you know we're here for you too.." "I'm here for you." "...Lean onto me sometimes okay?"
majiro "mikey" sano, saiki kusuo, satan, kita shinsuke, baji keisuke, levi ackerman, erwin smith, gojo satoru, midoriya izuku, maki zenin
Warnings: Nothing really, cursing like once or twice, but otherwise purely just cracked fluff
A/n: THIS!! I wanna annoy the shit out of someone bc I can, I'm in a mood. Don't take this seriously but reblogs much appreciated <3
Okay, but imagine you're chilling in bed, scrolling through your phone, until one particular person catches your eye.
You figured you'd stop at one, maybe two, watches, but something about the way this person moved was fascinating. You'd completely forgotten about your boyfriend who sat right beside you, watching with a pout as you once again added to the view count.
"How many times have you watched that video?"
"Enough..."
"Babe," —he starts tentatively— "it's been playing nonsto–"
"Hush. I don't say anything when you're busy replaying mine."
"BECAUSE THEY'RE YOURS!"
You can barely contain your laugh as your next words follow, "Yeah? Then what I'm watching should be no issue then."
He sits, dumbfounded, as you finally reveal what's held your attention. On your screen was a series of clips, showcasing your boyfriend in all his glory, melded together to form a small part of what you see in him each day. The look on his face as it turns from one of confusion to pure embarrassment is what gets you, and you end up clutching the phone to your stomach as you break into a fit of laughter.
"Jesus, your such a pain in the ass sometimes, you know that? But uhm...send it to me, will you?" He can't even look at you in the eyes.
Once you compose yourself, you wipe at your tears to hear his request. "Sure, ya big crybab–" you paused "–oh, you big oaf! You made me press the home button, I can't scroll down again."
And this man has the audacity to laugh, throwing his head back even as you swat at him arm in a show of annoyance. Finally stopping you attack, you would do as he did and pout while facing away.
As his arms wrap around you from behind, you would realise that even if that one video was lost, you had the subject right behind you, nuzzling between your shoulder and your neck.
Plus, you could also make your own with, like, all of his cursed photos and clips >:))
Requested: Anonymous; More Cameron Frye? Like maybe the first time he realizes he has feelings for his girl?
Pairing: Cameron Frye x reader
Warnings: Soft!Cam, worried!Cam, Ferris embarrassing Cameron, song lyrics, SPOILERS TO FERRIS BUELLER’S DAY OFF
P.O.V: authors
Quick Disclaimer: Get comfy, it’s a long one. But I did the best I could on it, I hope you like it!
two songs are included in this; Danke Schoen and Twist And Shout
masterlist
Ferris had just convinced Cameron to come over and call Mr. Rooney to get Sloane and y/n out of school, scaring the man in the process. A nurse was sent to pick up the girls from class, the nurse now racing to their classroom. Then informing Sloane of her “Grandmother’s death.” Sloane giving a genuine reaction to the news while y/n was... well she was bit confused.
“That is unfortunate.. but I’m sorry.. I don’t understand what this has to do with me?”
The nurse looked over at her, eyebrows furrowed. “Well Mr. Peterson says you are a family friend and that you are to be pulled out with Sloane here, you guys have some family business to attend to. Am I not correct?”
“Uh.. I’ll just go with what you’re saying.” Y/n reached over and gave Sloane a side hug as they walked out to the front of the school to meet with the dean. “You okay?”
The young girl nodded and opened the door, greeting Mr. Rooney with a kind smile. Y/n decided to wait on the lowest step, putting in her earbuds to her Walkman and watching the road for Mr. Peterson’s car. Mr. Rooney was trying to make small talk with the other teen, her expressions showing her boredom. When a bus passed by, a red car was in the middle of the road. Both female’s eyes widened in realization, Sloane smiling when Ferris stepped out in disguise.
“Oh Sloane dear, y/n darling? Hurry along now.” He made a gesture to the car with his head.
Y/n got up and raced to the car, hoping in the middle of the front, hearing a grunt behind her. “Cam is that you?”
“Yep. Could you like.. move? Forward a bit? Thank you.” She did as Cameron asked, reaching down into her backpack to avoid being suspicious. A few moments later Sloane walked down the steps, sharing an awkward moment with Ferris by the car.
“Hi!”
“Do you have a kiss for daddy?”
“Are you kidding?”
Y/n groaned and went back to digging through her bag as soon as the couple started to make-out on the spot. ‘Disgusting and suspicious.’ Could it get any worse? Oh yeah, there was hardly enough room in the car. Sloane got in and sat next to y/n, leaning over when she noticed Cameron.
“Hi Cam, you comfortable?”
“Hi Sloane. No.” The two girls giggled slightly, Cameron reaching forward and pinching y/n’s hips causing her to giggle more. Ferris entered the car, dropping the Mr. Peterson act a little.
“So, what are we gonna do today?” Sloane was excited for adventure, also relived her grandma hadn’t actually died.
“The question isn’t what are we going to do today, it’s what aren’t we going to do today.”
Cameron regretted letting Ferris take the car at that exact moment, his mumbling of “Please don’t say we aren’t going to take the care home.” ignored once Ferris sped out of the school lot and out into the road. Y/n was given more space to sit once Cameron came out from under the backseat cover, probably frightened of how his dad would react to his car in Ferris’ hands.
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By now, Ferris had put the car in a parking garage and tricked a restaurant into believing he was The Sausage King Of Chicago, Abe Froman. Y/n glanced at Cameron with a smile and a raised eyebrow as they were being seated. Cameron smirked back at her with a wide smile and raised both his eyebrows.
“Darling,” Ferris leaned towards Sloane, “You are wonderful.” Clink. They clicked their glasses together, Ferris now looking at Y/n. “Gumdrop,” The nickname the group dubbed y/n, “Thank you for joining us on our quest of fun today.” Finally, he looked over to Cameron, who was chugging his water to avoid conversing with Ferris. “Cameron, dear friend. You thought we wouldn’t have fun. Shame on you.”
Cam glared at Ferris for a few seconds but returned to skimming the menu.
After the group got their food, Ferris left to use the bathroom talking to the people watching the movie. The other three teens began to eat, Cam and Y/n occasionally making faces at each other and showing their mouths full of food. It wasn’t new, for the two to do weird things at or with each other, in fact they did it so much that Sloane and Ferris had a bet on who would ask who out or if they even had feelings for each other. Alas, it was a one sided love, Cameron didn’t think of Y/n really as anything else but a close friend.
. . .
Cameron pushed through the crowd, guiding an obviously annoyed Sloane. “They didn’t leave, they’re probably doing something!”
“No, it really busts my hump, ya know?”
“Awh Cameron, they didn’t ditch us or anything, they’re here.”
“Ay for all we know, they went back to school.”
Sloane rolled her eyes, it was clear that Ferris got them out of school for a reason. “They would not go back to school.”
“Well yeah Ferris would do it, he’d do it just to make me sweat.”
“No, he would not, Cameron come on.”
“Makes me mad..”
Of course Cam had been right about Ferris doing something just to get a reaction out of him, so the unexpected happened. “Ladies and gentlemen, you’re such a wonderful crowd. We’d like to play a little tune for you.” Sloane and Cameron stopped walking, becoming aware of Ferris’ voice coming out of the speaker. “It’s one of my personal favorites, and I’d like to dedicate it to a young man who doesn’t think he’s seen anything good today.” Both of them turned around, now facing the float. “Cameron Frye, this one’s for you.”
A circle of 6 women holding hands stepped off the platform, revealing Ferris with a microphone, lipsynching to Danke Schoen by Wayne Newton. Cameron and Sloane yelled out at him, “Ayy!” “Ferris, get off of the float!” “What are you doing!?” “How’d you get up there?!” They walked up to it, only to get pushed back into the crowd by an officer.
“We still don’t know where y/n is Sloane.” Cameron started to worry, picturing multiple possibilities to where she could be or what could have happened to her.
“She’ll be fine, she’s probably watching the float too. Are you alright?”
He shook his head, why did he care so much? They were just friends, weren’t they? ‘Yeah... just friends. Friends can worry about friends. That’s normal..right?’ Cameron swore he’d never been so confused, shaking off his thoughts to talk to Sloane while they walked. “You know, as long as I’ve known him, everything works for him. There’s nothing he can’t handle. I can’t handle anything.” He looked down, listing off the things he felt insecure about. “School, parents, future...” He shook his head again, “Ferris can do anything.”
Sloane gave him a worried but comforting look, continuing to listen when he spoke again, “I don’t know what I’m gonna do.”
“Collage.” She smiled at him, giving her best attempt to cheer him up. He smiled back at her, nodding.
“Yeah.. but to do what?”
“What are you interested in?”
He immediately pictured y/n, her warming smile and smooth hands. The clothing she wore that he found adorable, but always brushed off as her attire being nice. The giggle that made his day, the hug that made him feel safe and at home. Thoughts of y/n flooded his mind, his smile growing wider. “Nothing.”
He looked down at Sloane and held eye contact for a few seconds before she laughed and shook her head, Cam chuckling as well. “Me neither.” They stopped walking and watched Ferris dance on the float, waving at the audience.
“You’re crazy!” Cameron shouted at him as the song ended, letting out a small laugh to what he’d said.
“What do you think Ferris is gonna do?”
Another song started, y/n stepping out from her hiding spot and joining Ferris while Cam and Sloane were distracted talking.
Well shake it up baby now (Shake it up baby)
The crowd started to dance, some singing along. People stopping what they were doing to dance and enjoy the happy moment.
Twist and shout! (Twist and shout)
C’mon , c’mon, c’mon, c’mon baby now! (Come on baby)
C'mon and work it on out! (Work it on out)
Y/n and Ferris lipsynched into their microphones, altering from facing each other to facing the audience every once in a while. Y/n making sure to look at Cameron when she wasn’t turned towards Ferris. Her smile was filled with true joy. Little did she know, so was Cameron’s.
Ooh! Work it on out honey! (Work it on out)
You know you look so good! (Look so good)
You know you got me goin’ now, (Got me goin’)
Just like I knew you would! (Like I knew you would)
Ooooo
Well shake it up baby now! (Shake it up baby)
Twist and shout! (Twist and shout)
Cameron’s feet were tapping to the music, aching to dance along with Y/n, maybe even switch places with Ferris on the float. She was dancing more than lipsynching, but no one could tell except for Cam. His eyes flicking around her body, eventually focusing mostly on her lips. It was the first time he’d noticed how soft they looked, the first time he consciously found himself wanting to kiss them. Would they be as soft as they looked? And had he wondered that before?
C’mon, c’mon, c'mon, c'mon baby now! (Come on baby)
Come on and work it on out! (Work it on out)
You know you twist your little girl! (Twist, little girl)
You know you twist so fine! (Twist so fine)
C’mon on twist a little closer now! (Twist a little closer)
A finger belonging to y/n was pointed at Cameron, her hand turning upwards, bending and unbending the finger. This time she was lipsynching, directing the lyrics towards Cameron, asking him to dance with her.
And let me know that your mine! (Let me know your mine)
Oooo!
Ah...Ah..Ah..Ahh!
Baby now! (Shake it up baby)
Twist and shout! (Twist and shout)
C’mon, c’mon, c’mon, c’mon baby now! (C’mon baby)
C’mon and work it on out! (Work it on out)
You know you twist your little girl! (Twist, little girl)
You know you twist so fine! (Twist so fine)
“Come on a twist a little closer now! And let me know that you’re mine!” Y/n sang even thought the microphone was off.
Well shake it, shake it, shake it baby now! (Shake it up baby)
Well shake it, shake it, shake it baby now! (Shake it up baby)
Well shake it, shake it, shake it baby now! (Shake it up baby)
Ah...Ahh..Ahhh!
The song ended and Ferris did a trust fall into the ladies, the crowd gathering around the float. Y/n was watching Ferris, laughing the laugh that Cameron now realized he loved. She looked over to him, finally calming herself and smiling the sweet smile that he also loved. Y/n waved at him, waiting until he waved back to turn around and ask Ferris how they were going to get off the float.
. . .
“And that’s how I knew I loved you.”
“You knew you loved me because I sang and danced with Ferris?” Her laugh was music to his ears. “Remind me to tell our future children that you’re not aloud to tell love stories.”
“Oh come on, you’re forgetting the part where I said I noticed it consciously. As in I felt the same way without realizing it until then. Plus it was kind of hot, ya know? You singing and dancing to the Beatles?”
“Alright weirdo, save the kissing up to those future kids cause I’m totally gonna be their favorite.”
Cameron stopped rubbing her arm and sat up on the couch, letting out a dramatic gasp. “You would not! I’d be the best dad!”
“Mhm, keep telling yourself that Frye. I bet even I could be a better dad than you.”
“True- but we’d both be better dads than Ferris.”
“Oh don’t get me started. I would never trust him babysitting, let alone being in the same room with a kid on his own. Who knows the type of stuff he’d teach them?!”
“Yeah...” Cam lied back down and resumed cuddling y/n. “Hey, my beautiful beloved?”
