Luv Men Who Love You Weirdly. Who Love You So Much It’s Just Shy Of Creepy. Luv Men Who R A Little

Oscar looks at people way too intently, my autism could never handle him.

Dude's out here with the full-blown eye contact like it's a damn competition.

Not even a GLANCE away.. holy cow.

When Jake went to rescue Neteyam from the ruins of the air raid at the beginning, he lifted him to check his back for injuries

And then Neteyam... later he.... and then he.......

“Age doesn’t matter.” 1

Dad!Bakugou x FBabysitter!Sensei!Reader

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The day that Katsuki married her, most of his friends kept advising him it was not a good idea, she was a walking red flag, and she only loves him for his wealth since being the second-ranked hero he is and holding his own agency, money isn't a problem to him.

Until he got her pregnant. After giving birth to his son, recuperating, and finally moving on her own again, she left him without any notice, not any letter. He just got home and frantically made his way to his wailing child in his crib. Katsuki immediately picked him up and made his way to the kitchen preparing his child a bottle for his formulated milk. As soon as he felt the milk was lukewarm, he tap the nipple of the bottle on his child’s lips and saw how his son starts sucking it.

That made Katsuki leave work for a month until he was able to ask for help. With the help of Mitsuki and Masaru, they took care of their grandchild in daylight, and when Katsuki got off from work, he would pick up his child and take care of him by the night. Even though his mom insisted to take care of her grandchild full-time, Katsuki declined and said that he wanted to take care of his own blood as much as he can.

Years passed and his now 7 years old son adores him very much. He saw how his father beat up the villain and save people. It makes him want to be a hero like him. Every time Katsuki would come and pick him up from his grandparents, he would reenact the moves Katsuki did making Katsuki smirk.

“Alright brat. Stop with that and pick up your stuff. Let's head in.” Katsuki said parking his car in his garage as he opens the door for his son to get off.

“You look so cool! And you went kick! And then bam!” the kid said as he went and pick up his things from the back seat.

“I know I am. Now let's go inside.” Katsuki said locking the car door and going inside their home.

Once they both settled, Katsuki changed from his work clothing to his normal clothing and starts preparing their dinner. “Oi. Don't forget to work on your assignment!” he yelled, receiving awe in response that made him chuckle.

Katsuki watched his son drag down his school bag making his way to the living room where the center table is.

“I heard from your teacher you’re doing well,” Katsuki said as he chopped the ingredients.

“I need to be good so that I can be strong like you!” his son said making Katsuki smirk.

“You think I’m strong?” Katsuki looked at his son who was working on his homework by himself.

“Mhm!!”

Katsuki took his time watching his son count his fingers before saying aha as if finding out the answer. When Katsuki continued his chopping, little did he know his son suddenly went quiet and stopped writing. He stared blankly at his unfinished homework before speaking up.

“Dad,” he called out softly.

“What?” Katsuki replied thinking that he might need his assistance with his homework.

“Why don't I have a mom?”

His question made him halt his chopping. He knows the answer to his question and yet he was hesitating to say it. He's too young to know that his mom suddenly left them when he was still a baby.

“I saw my classmates being picked up my their mom.” His son added.

“I could pick you up after school.” Katsuki glancing at him.

“I hate being left alone at school when Grandma can't pick me up.. Sometimes, Ms. Y/n would take me out with her and eat in a cafe.”

This he didn't know. “What?”

“Sometimes grandma and grandpa can't pick me up because they have a lot of clothes to make so I'm always left alone at school with Ms. Y/n”

Why doesn’t his mom tell him this?

“How long do you usually wait for them to pick you up?” Katsuki was pissed.

“It gets dark outside. Ms. Y/n would take me to her home and would cook for me! She's a great cook, dad!”

Katsuki will make sure he’ll discuss this with his parents.

“Sometimes, Ms. Y/n is like a momma to me! She take care of me. She wipes the dirt off my knees whenever I tripped. She has a small apartment though. But it's very clean!” Katsuki stared at his son as he rambles about his teacher. “And, and, Ms. Y/n has a healing quirk! It's very cool whenever I watch her heal someone, her hands are glowing! Although if it heals, she’ll get a wound out of nowhere..”

Katsuki is now interested. He has this eagerness to meet this teacher his son is taking about. He's been too busy being a hero to the point he relies on his parents to drop his son at school. But after what he heard, this is the first time he’ll drop his son to school.

HEART AND REBLOG FOR PART 2

Anna Akhmatova, The Complete Poems of Anna Akhmatova: Reed; from ‘The Sentence’, tr. Judith Hemschemeyer

Imagine being Miguel’s Canon Love Interest (Pt.2)

Miguel x gn!Reader

(Pt. 1)

Summary: Miguel is not a popular guy after rejecting you. You avoid him out of embarrassment, and he knows he needs to clear up some things with you. But is it too late?

TW: Angst, protective Peter B., Miguel continues to drop the ball, there will be a Part Three because of that lol.

You are a grown adult. You have been rejected before. This should be fine. Nothing to cry about! And yet here you were, quietly crying in the stairwell. The stairs seemed like the best place to have a good cry about this, since you were the only person at HQ that needed stairs to begin with. Of course, this moment alone was promptly ruined by Peter B. swinging by. He caught sight of you wandering off and just wanted to make sure you were okay. You were Not Okay.

Peter B. was honestly at a bit of a loss with what to do at first. You kept saying that you were "Fine," but you were crying. When he finally got it out of you as to why you were crying, oh... Peter B. went into Dad Mode. You begged him not to go after Miguel. It would be embarrassing.

"I was the one who tried to ask out my boss here. I should've known better," you wipe at your face again "and what do I have that he would want anyway? I'm not you guys. I mean, Lyla designed these stairs for me specifically! I'm the only one who uses them."

Peter B. put a hand on your shoulder "Hey, watch how you're talking about my buddy. That means you, by the way. You're great, kid, don't let ol' grouchy suit make you feel like you don't belong here."

You force a smile "Thanks Peter. I don't know if I can be around him for a while. That was so, so humiliating."

"So, don't! Just hang around me and Jessica for a while. I'm sure this'll blow over soon," Peter B. gives you a thumb's up with Mayday.

A real smile spreads on your face "Alright, just... can we keep this whole 'crying alone in the stairwell' thing between us? I just want to forget any of this happened."

"Of course!"

Miguel’s harsh rejection of you got around. You hadn’t meant for it to. But he hurt your feelings, and you cried. Being one of the few non-Spider-People at HQ, you were well-liked and taken care of. A good 75% of Spider-People agreed, Miguel was an asshole. It was probably a good thing that Miguel rarely left his dark corner of the Society. But... uh... Lyla was refusing to take his requests. Not even to lower the brightness of his monitors. In fact, she was turning them up.

Peter B. confronted Miguel after about a day, partly because he felt responsible. It had been his idea for you to try asking out the only unfunny Spider-Man. And Peter isn’t the type of guy to be harsh, but he felt like he had made things worse again by accidentally mentioning that you were trying to get some space from Miguel. So, here he was:

“A nice, smart person asks you out to coffee and you just rip them a new one for it? Seriously Miguel?” even Mayday was giving him a sour look "Couldn't just say, 'Sorry not interested'?"

Miguel was quick to turn back to his screens “You wouldn't understand.”

“Is this about the canon again?" Peter B. narrowed his eyes. Miguel leaned his weight into his desk. Head bowed, and back hunched. Yeah, it was definitely the canon.

He shook his head "In every universe where we meet, I drag them into my world and we fall for each other.”

Peter sighed at that. Typical. Self-sacrificing hero BS. He put his hands up and asked, “Aren't you the one that's all about obeying the canon? If it feels right, and you like them just go for it! What's the worst that could happen?"

“They die."

Well, that sucked the joy right out of the room.

"Okay I walked right into that one-- but hey! You don't even know if that's how it ends. And let me just run this by you here, they don't know that! They think you think they're hot garbage and all they've ever done is be nice to you. You owe them an explanation, because this is their story too."

Miguel doesn't want it to get to him. But shit. It does. After days of pretending not to notice that you were avoiding him, Miguel cracks. You had as much control of these odds as he did. Always patient with him, laughing at his jokes that no one thought were funny. He tries to get Lyla to give him your location. Which she refuses to do, citing "Oh, you haven't made them cry enough? I'm not helping you with that!"

It looks like he's on his own. The whole time he's searching HQ, he's thinking of you. Only a week or so without you bugging him and it feels like an eternity. Miguel even misses the smell of you that would linger in his control room after you left. That lotion, or perfume... your shampoo? Whatever it was it smelled good. And he missed it. He missed you. All of this felt so strange. Knowing that his feelings were almost predetermined. Some sort of algorithm that dictated who was born, who lived, and who died.

When he finds you, it's clear that you're still hurt. Miguel clears his throat, put his hand on his hip with his index finger raised and he blanks. Wow, you are dressed very, very nice today. Your hair is fixed all nice and you just look... amazing. You're wearing your lab coat over the outfit and something about that has him blushing. He starts by try to explain his rejection of you... and it bombs. Miguel's tongue is in knots. It feels like the first time he met you all over again. It's impossible to convert a single thought into speech.

You stop him as he stammers about how "It all came out wrong," and "I did not mean to offend you." It all sounds like he's trying to apologize, but also let you down. That's not a problem for you. Because you actually have a date. A real one. With someone who asked you out, not the other way around. Everything else that he wanted to say has completely imploded between his ears.

"A date," he's nodding with a flat expression "that's why you're dressed... like this."

He gestures to your outfit and you shrug "Oh, yeah. I'm going tonight. I would have changed at my apartment but I'm getting picked up after work, so, yeah!"

Miguel is just... still nodding. He cannot stop "D-Do I know them? This area is off-limits to the public."

"Ben, as in Scarlet Spider. Not the dead Uncle Ben. That sounded insensitive, I'm sorry," you cringe at yourself. Why did this feel more awkward than asking him out for coffee? Maybe it was the fact that Miguel just keeps staring at you like that.

His eyelids flutter "Ben? You're going out with... Ben Reilly?"

Your brow furrows "Yes, and? He asked me out and he's nice and--"

"Is that the only reason? Because he asked?" Miguel is screaming internally as his mouth is suddenly moving much faster than his brain.

The look on your face is a molten rod in the chest for him. Staring him down with arms crossed to hold yourself. You say "I'm going out with him because he's nice to me and I have no reason to say no. It's not like I'm seeing anyone."

"...No, you're right. I'm sure you'll have lots of fun," Miguel says quickly. Why did he say it like that? Miguel isn't even sure what he's saying right now.

You scoff at his tone "What is your problem? I ask you out for coffee, and you act like I'm some annoying fan with boundary issues. Now I tell you that I have a date with someone else and you... Why?"

Miguel swallowed thickly, turning away "I just don't see why you would feel the need to go on so many dates. We have important work here. If you want to get all dolled-up just for the fun of it I don't see why you need one of my best agents."

A long pause. Pure silence. Miguel actually thinks you left, so he turns back around. And what he sees is far, far worse. You're still standing there. Glaring at him. And you're fighting tears as you say "You're a dick."

Right after that, you leave the room. And Miguel is left to wonder how he keeps messing this up.

He works late into the night. Trying to keep his mind as busy as possible. Forcing himself to not think about how pretty you looked. How you were smiling for someone that isn't him. Maybe the canon doesn't include you and him together after all. He should be happy about that. You'll be out of danger. You won't be doomed to die to further his character arch. He... he should feel relieved.

Miguel's hands are in his hair as plops down into his chair "Ugh... they're right. I am a dick."

"I'm glad we can agree on at least one thing"

The railway network🤤🤤🤤

Pangaea was wasted on the dinosaurs. Imagine the railway network.

i saw across the spiderverse last night and my life will never be the same again

i cant hang out tonight man. no i have to explode into a millions thousand pieces. yea tomorrow works

I am everything you do not want