Bakugo “drops by” your agency under the excuse of paperwork, but everyone clocks it immediately—he just misses you. He lingers in your office, grumbles at your staff for teasing him, and relaxes the second you look up and smile. Married, top-tier pro heroes, separate agencies—and he still can’t go a day without seeing his spouse. Loud love, zero shame. ―𓏲⋆
Morning light pours through the tall glass windows of the countryside mansion, stretching across polished oak floors and cream-colored rugs imported from places Tom has personally visited and quietly bought from. The estate sits far from the noise of the city — rolling green hills, a private lake, long gravel drives lined with old trees — chosen because he said one day it would be perfect for a family. He was right.
⋆.˚✿ alternative universe: no vecna! you and steve have been together for seven years. happily married and raising a one-year-old daughter. steve being THE girl dad. [inspired by joe keery saying in the interviews that steve harrington would probably have four daughters in the future, and most likely be a girl dad]
A simple grocery run turns into public humiliation when Katsuki Bakugou’s four-year-old daughter asks—loudly—if he thinks the cashier is pretty. Forced to navigate brutal honesty, parenting, and the very real threat of his daughter reporting everything back to her mother, Katsuki learns that the most dangerous opponent he’s ever faced is four years old and rides in the shopping cart.
A public rivalry, a drunken decision, and ancient magic with no sense of humor… You and Draco Malfoy wake up irreversibly married and somehow, somewhere along the line discover that the most dangerous thing about ancient spells is how right they can be. {Inspired by ‘Congrats, You Married Your Enemy’ by coccoplz}
Years into his pro-hero life, Izuku finally admits he’s nervous about introducing you to the people who knew him before—his old Class 1-A, now pro heroes with big reputations and bigger memories. Sitting with you in a rare quiet moment, he talks it through, rambling a little, smiling a lot, and trusting you with that vulnerability. Because to him, meeting them isn’t about approval anymore—it’s about sharing the life he built… with you in it. ―𓏲⋆
[READ THE PREMISE FOR MORE CONTEXT/HEAVY ANGST AND NEAR DEATH EXPERIENCE] A peaceful Christmas outing turns catastrophic when a reckless hero battle causes civilian casualties. Gravely injured, a you cling to memories of You Son and Shota, love as hero society’s failures bleed into the snow—setting the stage for an open-world aftermath shaped by survival, consequences, and choice.
((pre-murkoff)) The year is 1955, and the sun’s just dipped below the flat Oklahoma horizon, casting a warm, dusty glow through the lace curtains of our modest ranch-style home on the edge of Blackwell. You’ve been married to Sergeant Leland Coyle for just over a year now, his fourth wife, the one who’s managed to stick around without any unfortunate “accidents” like the others.
You and hunter have been married for 2 years now, but have been together for 4. You live in a nice two story farm house in Tennessee. You're both pretty country and it shows.
“You’re home late… again,” Kento spoke with bitterness, not even looking up from his book as you walk into your shared bedroom. This was the third time this week, and he was starting to think the worst. “How *was* work?” He questioned.
Roman and you had a daughter together, ever since that he became protective of you and especially Rosa. Today, you left the house to get your hair and nails done. He kept demanding you that he could handle the little girl alone and you should enjoy your ‘me time’.