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darthbecky726 · 3 years

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Bad Batch 1x01 spoilers

I've never done something like this before, but I figured I'd start. Reactions to the first episode of The Bad Batch. (This ended up being a lot longer than I intended, but whatever)

Spoilers under the cut

Red logo burning away starts strong

Yay narrator dude!!

Feels like clones wars

Animated rots scenes!!

And what grevious did after the rots beginning

HOLY SHIT DEPA!!!!!

And caleb right???

And we're in

Omg who voiced young caleb bc it sounds a lot like fpj but aged down and he def doesn't sound like the 14 I know he was when this happened

I like how we started out on familiar characters but not ahsoka or anyone from tcw. We started w young kanan and his master and we know what happened to them and all but if anyone watching hasn't seen rebels they wouldn't be lost as to who caleb and depa are, they'd just assume they're random jedi in o66

Good ol droid screaming as it falls off a cliff

Wow. Them.

I love crosshair

And wrecker

And tech

And echo

And hunter

B1's are so dumb

Lmao the salt from hunter

I feel like depas forehead pearls are a bit unrealistically large but I have no cultural standpoint to really know so...

Caleb's voice is too deep in the same way that jack frost from rotg's voice doesn't match his character model

Ah wrecker not really knowing what she means and echo, the one who has been trained to deal w people and hung out w ani and obi is just like 'thanks general'

Obes kenobes mention

Why is echo so pale

Depa and caleb feel a little too pale too tbh I wonder if it's the lighting or the whitewashing

Wow caleb is a lot like ezra, I can see why kanan wanted to train him lol

Is this what separates caleb and depa, leading to her telling him to run??? Do I need to read dume???

Oh no

Noooooooooo

Bb didn't get the order!

Oh caleb nooooo! Nooooooo they didn't receive that order, they can help you!!!

And he's gone

Oh I need an au where caleb stayed with bb and they helped him after depa died

Hunter sounds so much like rex it's weird like ik they're supposed to sound the same but it feels like wrecker is replacing rex or something. Even tho ik rex's story is over for the time being

Crosshair, no! Don't shoot at him! He's baby

Oh no did crosshair get o66???? It didn't seem to trigger anything in any of the rest of them, but is crosshair close enough to 'reg' for it to have triggered???

😭😭good soldiers follow orders

"sure thing, boss" "hey hunter got a sitch"

Crosshair acting sus

Oh I love watching padawans fight, they're so good!!

I hope that hit to the tree did a lil cognitive recalibration for crosshair, he was acting crazy

Caleb looks so scared!! He just watched his master get gunned down by his friends and now strange clones are trying to kill him/confusing him

Oh caleb

Oh no crosshair don't try to kill him!! Hunters trying to help!

Also hunter doesn't sound as much like rex w the helmet off, but it's weird bc most of the clones are distinguishable by voice even w helmets on. I guess it's the 'im in charge' voice

Star wars if caleb had gone w the bb

Oh hunter u sly dog lying to crosshair so he doesn't go after him. U gotta figure out why crosshair responded to o66 and no one else in ur unit did

Oh crosshair knows he's been lied to

I will always love coming-out-of-hyperspace shots

Ooh kamino, always nice this time of year

Echo is done w wrecker

Why hasn't crosshair taken his helmet off yet, lil bit sus

They better get his chip out on kamino, I don't wanna deal w this

Oof hunter

Oh who’s that, giving me cloud city vibes

Extreme cloud city vibes wow

Never realized how many clones are just on kamino

Coruscant guard?!?! FOX?!?!

The vibes here, omg

‘The war is over’ wow

Oh no who was that

A female jedi, doesn’t appear to be shaak, couldn’t see any montrals but never know, we don’t officially know how or where she died

Ok wow none of the bb has their helmets on except for crosshair, who got the order. The regs around kamino all have their helmets on. That scene in victory and death when ahsoka took rex’s helmet off-

And crosshair, he’s actins strange too

Oh tech, do u guys get bullied by regs a lot??

I love their barracks

Lol he finally took his helmet off only to stick a toothpick in his mouth, can he get anymore cliched?

Wrecker is seeming a lot more infantilized than he was in the s7 eps...

Yeah crosshair’s being sus

Ooh, he shifted his toothpick

Lmao ‘what programming’

Well documented my ass

Tech’s speech patterns are so stiff and robotic, it’s like he has to remind himself to talk in basic instead of binary or some shit

Tech throwing shade at crosshair

I can’t quite tell if we’re supposed to like crosshair at this point

Lmao we been knew

Oop ‘more machine than man’ the vader parallels are serving folks

Understatement.

Ugh sheev

Crusty ass bitch

Straight from rots wow

Who is the mystery child and why does he look mandalorian

Ooh he gone

Oh no, the beninning of the empire

Cheering?? Why?!?

That imperial march fade in tho

Thank you echo

Oh shit mystery child is female

Omega, I would not have guessed the pronunciation of your name by reading it wow

She def seems mandalorian

Ugh kaminoans

Oh the kaminoan pronounced it as it usually is, huh.

Omega’s character model def seems more masculine than female, I now headcanon her as trans

Ugh tarkin, I hate that crusty bitch

Empire politics ugh

I love how much shade is being thrown at tarkin and his stormtrooper proposal lmao

Why do all these clones have the standard haircut?? ik them boys like their variety, even if these boys are still under o66′s programming

Wrecker you’re being extremely loud

They’re all being loud in the mess, why

They remember, kid

Lol child

Oh my sweet summer children

The dad instinct was clearly passed genetically from jango lol all these clones got it

Why are background characters so mean? What about it, shiny? Why is ur hair regulation, reg??

The Sad Batchn omg the slander

Lol the food fight I’ve read about in the fics, its finally happening!

Is she.... australian??

The over-animation of character movements in this is reminding me of the looser style of rebels, as opposed to the more clunky style of tcw

Lmao he’s still got food on him

Food fight!!

‘Not again’???!!! Echo!! Wdym not again?! Food fights have happened before?!?? Wait. W bb or w torrent, bc I can see torrent having food fights on the resolute-

Crosshair’s just eating his food until someone messes

I like how echo still has his kamas

Oh no echo!!

Oh echo’s trauma, he doesn’t trust medical droids! Where’s kix when u need him, huh?

Lol, comically long name for a robot trope is alive and well, huh

Lmao the droid lowers his voice like ik this is a perceived bad thing, but I will not tolerate this slander, boys u need to get off kamino

‘The shock’ lmao whyyy

Lmao tech!!

Oh, echo recognized tarkin from the citadel!

‘When you blew up’ lmao

Oh they make me sad

Aaaaah fox!

Man the domino squad nostalgia

Those droids look cool

This is a neat scene, I like seeing them in action

Wrecker reminding me of hevy, but he’s got the training and success to back it up

Live fire???? No!!

Ugh I hate tarkin

Oh no wtecker

Did he just get shot!???!

Oh no crosshair, be careful!

Tarkin’s trying to kill them!!!

Lol wrecker I love you

Echo using his mech hand as a weapon, truly an arc

Now I wanna see what happened on felucia

I like how tech’s just sitting on the droid’s shoulders

And hunter just had a knife

These boys, I love them

Oh no tech bby

Hot damn that was cool

Wrecher things so too lmao

Tarkin’s like “why didn’t that work??’

Oh new baby clones

No tf they could not, they would never serve the empire and those bitches

I love that they have a window apartment lol

Ugh tarkin u shifty

They all stand at attention, only after glaring at tarkin

Oh no onderon

I hate tarkin, he’s a bitch

How quickly could bitch lord and darth sad have replaced the armory on kamino??

Crosshair still acting sus

Neither does echo, kid

No.

I like omega.

Crosshair, with the sassy hand on the hip-

What does that even mean?? Or elude to??

Lmao tech messing w wrecker, they rlly r bros

Its prob the vegetation

Oh, I missed onderon, but not this much

Lol the put-upon sigh

Its clearly saw and his rebels

Saw! Looking sharp, what’s w the hair....

That’s a very geometric beard, saw

They didn’t kill any jedi!

That’s not what happened, tech

‘The clones’ bitch that was rex and ahsoka, check urself

Aw, I’ve always like the design of imperial probe droids

Thank you, echo

It seems like crosshair’s o66 programming and his mutation are warring w his morals

Lmao the shade

I knew she was an enhanced clone!

Oh, so she is (at least on paper) trans! She’s a clone of jango, and yet she’s female! That must be her modification, but it makes me wonder why

Lol *flicks toothpick*

Aw, they have a picture of themselves! Recent-ish, too, its got echo!

Oh no, AZI!

The difference between them arriving earlier and now, the lack of escort...

Creepy how they had to open the hanger door themselves

Oh no! Everyone!

The coruscant guard, I wish they had gotten better

Tarkin u dramatic bitch

‘The brig’ this ain’t some tallship

Lol echo that shade

Their blacks are different from the ones seen in the past

Crosshair, stop being a bitch

Oh, I don’t like that phrase!! And the fact that crosshair screamed it in echo’s face makes me uneasy. Did rex fill echo in on why fives died?? I hope so...

Crosshair, ur chip hurting??

This child, I like her.

No! Don’t hit hunter!

No crosshair!!!!

I dislike this immensly

So they do still have inhibitor chips!

Tarkin you monster

Oh poor crosshair

ihatethisihatethisihatethis

Lol tech I love you

Wrecker you sweet pea

Lol that’s adorable

I love how they form a “wall” its so suspicious

He was about to say that, omega

Aaww, echo protective boi

Wrecker shut up tf

That was cool

Sneaky bois

This reminds me of rex and ahsoka sneaking around in v&d

Echo runs so stupid

Oh no they winter soldier’d him!

If he says who the hell is crosshar, I will lose my shit

Yes, he has. They took it from him.

The toothpick

I wonder how they’re gonna get crosshair back to normal

Not good that they nabbed the sniper

Oh, crosshair shot him in the same place he got hit during training!

Ooh, a kaminoan on their side!

I hope omega doesn’t die

Poor trigger etiquette, crosshair

Wonder if omega has any speciality training

They’re just gonna leave him there!?!?!?!?!

Nooooooooooo!!!!!!!

Omega reminds me of young boba

Oh, so its in her dna

Go back for crosshair!!

Holy fucking shit that was amazing! I didn’t expect it to be that long, but I’m not complaining! This ended up being a lot longer than I anticipated, but I don’t feel like cutting anything out, so sorry for the long post but at least I put it under a cut.

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tinytony-snack · 5 years

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Pancakes and Henley shirts

[A/B/O, superhusbands, cute, funny, established relationship, mpreg]

“Good morning,” Bucky yawned as he entered the kitchen of the communal floor. If Steve wasn’t busy glaring at his pancakes, he would’ve told Bucky to cover his damn mouth. He growled thought, a deep sound that would’ve made anyone else turning back on the spot.

“I doubt it,” he muffled, having his mouth filled in with his breakfast. He was eating his usual huge number of pancakes, bacon and a spinach omelette, but instead of having a quiet breakfast, he was devouring the food as if they attacked him personally.

Bucky stopped, and a quick glance at his friend was enough to imagine how Steve’s morning went. “I should’ve known better than saying something as controversial as good morning,”

Steve grunted in response, a deep sound that came out of his throat, and stabbed an innocent piece of bacon. They stayed quiet for a while, Bucky poured himself some Cap’n Crunch cereal and milk in a bowl and sat at the kitchen’s aisle in front of his friend. Steve was fuming, and stabbing, and swallowing without chewing a pile of innocent pancakes.

Bucky cracked first, and after a heavy sigh he let down the spoon and glared at Steve.

“Clint said you didn’t say a word to him when he was here earlier, and something about killer vibes,”

Steve’s eyes widened in surprise, and a strong sense of guilt made the last bite more difficult to swallow. His rumbles eased, becoming a background noise.

“I didn’t notice he was here,” he admitted, lowering his gaze.

“Yeah, he figured. What’s going on Stevie?” Bucky had an inquisitor gaze, the kind that brought Steve’s memory back of almost a century.

Bucky was improving day after day, and they were all getting used to his presence in the tower. For Steve, it meant getting re-used to his ways of doing, and trying to keep separate what he remembered about his best friend and the person he became. They were two different people, even if Bucky had full control of his mental faculties again, years and years under HYDRA influence changed him at his very core level.

“Tony kicked me out from our bedroom last night,” he said, making a vague gesture with his hand — something he took from his husband — and talking like it wasn’t a big deal.

Bucky didn’t buy it and continued staring at him suspiciously.

“I asked him if I could wash him, a proper bath with scented salts and all the products he likes, and he,” Steve rumbled in distress again, filling his cheeks with all the food he could.

For a moment, he thought Bucky was smiling at him, a sweet and amused grin, but it went away quickly as he appeared.

“He got upset, accusing me to not liking him as before, that I only want to touch his-” That time Bucky interrupted him, with a screech of the spoon against the bowl.

“-belly,” Steve finished, glaring at his friend. “Next thing I know, he’s pushing me out of our bedroom, growling at me and yelling that I didn’t want him anymore, I was only interested in the baby,” three stabs followed his words, and his mouth was full again. His body required an incredible amount of food when he had to deal with Tony’s sudden mood swings and is pregnancy logic.

“And you haven’t seen him since?” Bucky sounded genuinely surprised: he hadn’t been around for so long, but enough to notice that whenever there was Tony, Steve was nearby. Their attachment even increased after the Omega got pregnant.

Steve shook his head twice, and with a sad sigh he got up to get more food. Twenty-first century made him an emotional eater, he coped drowning everything in maple syrup.

“I made breakfast before leaving this morning, hoping to eat it with him and settling his doubts, or, or fixing whatever I did wrong when I asked for a bath. He ate before I came back,” and that’s what really made him miserable: after a whole night alone, his Omega still avoided him during the day.

Maybe he really hurt Tony, he wasn’t only being over-dramatic or throwing a tantrum for his hormones out of whack. Steve had been patient during the past weeks, always support his Omega during the pregnancy: he prepared in time, he did all the lectures - and made Tony at least listen to him reading them - and asked JARVIS to find useful information on internet. There was too much trash over there.

Last night, the Omega caught him off guards: he didn’t expect to be accused of losing interest in the most brilliant, breathtaking, handsome man on the entire planet. The thought kept him awake all night, and he hoped breakfast would’ve been a chance to clarify, to remember Tony he loved him above anything else.

“Did you take off your shirt?” Bucky asked, bringing Steve back to the real world. He stopped with the fork mid-air, his lips already parted to take in the next enormous bite. He probably looked like a fool, mouth open and eyebrows furrowed, but he couldn’t process what he heard.

“Are you joking?” Steve let out another growl, a warning that resounded in the room. Bucky provoked his instincts by joking about his expecting Omega, and about the fight they had, as weird as it could sound. The other Alpha didn’t wince, he shrugged and dunk the spoon in the milk, while pouring more Cap’n Crunch.

“It works with Sam ‘n Clint,” he spoke while chewing, and it wasn’t pretty. A memory soothed Steve’s spirit: Bucky used to lose his charm when there were only the two of them.

“What?” He sounded hopeless. He needed all the help he could get to make Tony happy again. Tony’s anger was bad for both of them: his Omega was on edge, he was feeling the need to hide from his Alpha, and Steve couldn’t take care of his lovely Omega.

“Just take off your shirt and enjoy the show,”

Steve rolled his eyes up, and Bucky pointed the spoon toward him.

“Hey, how come after seventy years I’m still teaching you how to court pretty Omegas?” He sounded a lot accusatory for Steve’s likings, with the pointy spoon in his direction.

“And after seventy years, I’m still ignoring you,” he answered, very mature. His best friend had the ability to make him sound like a sixteen-year-old again.

They finished their breakfast in peace, Steve still focused on attacking the food and Bucky looking at him with a wry grin plastered on his face, sometimes chuckling and shaking his head, as if Steve was definitely beyond help.

After breakfast, Steve joined Sam in the gym, and actually asked for suggestions. Sam’s moral compass often led him to a solution; he trusted Bucky with all his life, but they still had very different ideas about relationships.

In fact, Bucky had joined Sam and Clint, who were already mates, after having experienced the free life twenty-first century allowed, while he had had his eyes only on Tony since he fell from a wormhole in the battle of New York.

After Sam finished laughing at him for being both dramatic idiots - Steve didn’t get upset anymore, he was quite used to it and limited to roll his eyes - he tried for real to help a friend in need.

Talking with him and releasing some frustration against two punching bags, made him recover sufficient calm to confront his Omega. He stopped for a shower first: Tony didn’t like when he showed sweaty in his lab, and the Omega’s mad already. Better not to make it any harder.

He sighed of relief when his passcode opened the tinted glass door: Tony threatened him more than once to change it without letting his Alpha know, and Steve thought, that time, he could’ve done that for real.

“Tony?” He announced himself, looking around to find the genius.

Tony was working on a 3D holographic model of an iron man boot and he didn’t turn around to face Steve, he acknowledged his Alpha’s presence only by stiffing for a second.

“Can we talk?” Steve asked, hoping to get a real answer. He stepped nearby, sitting on a swivel chair and leaning forward. He didn’t want to impose on his Omega, hence being on a lower height than him usually helped.

“What, you wanna ask if I’ve slept and eaten enough for the baby’s health?” He sounded strongly bitter. What would’ve been so terrible about that, anyway?

He knew Tony cared about their child as much as himself and was trying to quit bad habits like not eating enough, or not getting enough sleep, because he was too focused on something else.

Steve opened his mouth to answer, but Tony cut him off.

“Don’t waste your time here, I did, I did. I slept all night and ate everything you left, and I also watched a documentary about giving births, Jarvis will confirm it. It was disgusting, by the way. The documentary, not the food. Now that I think about it, also the food wasn’t that good. Clint had to remove every little piece of mango from my fruit salad. Why did you put it, were you trying to poison me?” A rush of words hit Steve, leaving him disoriented and confused. Tony was talking and moving agitated, and the growls Steve was hearing weren’t a good sign either.

“Wait, Omega wait. Of course I wasn’t trying to poison you. Since when you don’t like mangoes? You made me buy one just the other day,” it wasn’t the first time Tony was being unreasonable, and his pregnancy hormones made it worse.

“Can’t I change my mind? I bet you wouldn’t hold it against your child!” He yelled in Steve’s face, who was looking more worried second after second.

“I’m not holding anything against you, I didn’t even bring it up! Why do you think everything I say is only about our child?” He resisted the urge to stand up and to physically make Tony listen to him. He would never hurt his Omega, but someone needed to get him out from his own head.

“’Cause it’s true! I know when you said I love you, in reality you mean the baby. I don’t matter anymore, and you’ll get rid of me eventually,” that only left Steve with the most ridiculously baffled expression, with open wide mouth and eyes.

He was about to talk back, and standing up just to make a point, but arguing with Tony exhausted him and it wasn’t good for the Omega too. He didn’t want to spend another night alone, and not being able to look at Tony in the morning, wandering around with the cutest sleepy head and making grabbing hands toward him until Steve put a mug of hot coffee under his nose. Well, it hadn’t been coffee since the Omega got pregnant, but they didn’t talk about it.

Forgetting everything Sam said only half an hour earlier, Steve stood up carefully, without meaning to appear authoritative. He unbuttoned the three buttons of his gray Henley shirt, after which he removed it in a slow motion. Tony and his growls froze, and it was his turn to look stunned and bewildered.

“Huh, oh. You’re... You had...” He waved with his hands in Steve’s chest direction. “There are muscles,” He had his mouth wide open and was gasping for hair, without stopping his hands which were creating imaginary shapes in the air at Steve’s abs height.

That was new for Steve: he knew very well Tony could ramble disconnected words for minutes when he was nervous, but he was never wordless. Steve couldn’t remember a time when Tony had to search for words, instead of having a million of them already on the tip of his tongue, ready to talk a mile a minute.

He didn’t look upset anymore, and that was very positive, therefore Steve decided to use that as an opportunity to make peace. Since Tony was remaining still, except for his hands and mouth, he closed the distance and took Tony’s wrists, yanking slightly to make his Omega pressing his fingers against his own chest.

Tony’s scent instantly surrounded them, sweet and yet powerful, leaving Steve amazed. It was the scent of a pregnant Omega: it smelled like fresh, beautiful flowers, with something of warm and tantalizing brought about by his arousal.

His Omega was excited, and Steve released a low rumble of approval from his chest.

“O-oh,” Tony stammered, stroking him over his pectorals and down to the abdomen, following the marked lines of his muscles. “God, you’re gorgeous,” a purr from the Omega, vibrating though his body and curling the edge of the words.

The purrs increased as Tony pressed his faced in the middle of his chest and inhaled deeply. “Alpha,” he moaned around the word, melting like the sweet, perfect Omega he was.

Steve couldn’t believe Bucky’s questionable method worked, for that reason he took a few seconds before reacting. He had his Omega completely relaxed against him, his delicious scent was filling his nose and he could sense a rush of Tony’s wet slick pooling between his thighs. Fuck, he could already feel the delicious taste on his tongue.

He let go of Tony’s wrists and embraced him with an arm, lifting his chin up with the other hand, forcing him to look up. Tony’s eyes were lost in the haze of pleasure, his vision was blurred, softening at the edges.

Steve’s smile was soft then, sweetened by Tony’s cute expression and loud purrs. “You okay sweet thing?” He asked softly, bumping their noses together affectionately.

The Omega buried his face again in Steve’s neck and nodded, still stroking his fingers over the Alpha’s muscles. “’m fine,” words muffled by his position, but Steve already knew it, anyway. “You smell good,” he mewled, stroking his lips against Steve’s skin, making the Alpha groan, his eyes falling shut.

Steve tried to ignore the tightness in his pants; as badly as he wanted to bend his Omega over the nearest surface and resume the previous night activities, for the sake of his marriage he forced himself to settle. Bucky’s method was dangerous, having Tony’s pliant in his arms was making him forget he had somewhat hurt his Omega.

The Alpha allowed himself only a deep breath of Tony’s hot scent, rumbling deep in his chest, a coaxing sound that had his Omega purring in response.

“You smell incredible,” he stated breathlessly. He was overwhelmed by how good the Omega smelled, and his hands, both on Tony’s back hugging him tight, twitched to grab two handfuls of his swell ass.

“Wanna tell me why you were mad?” He nuzzled his nose in the Omega’s hair, stroking his back and shoulders gently.

Tony circled Steve’s neck with both arms, and looked at him directly in the eyes, for real that time. Steve waited, gaze awed by the beautiful face he was observing, and the Omega stuck out his lips, closing his eyes and leaning forward.

He was demanding a kiss, and Steve huffed a laugh, but he wasn’t really laughing, it was full of fondness as he gave Tony what was due him. “Cute Omega”, he whispered, kissing him carefully, cupping his jaw gently, his thumb brushing over his cheek.

Tony’s answer was to purr again, knowing how he affected the Alpha. But Steve needed answers and growled back with a bit of a warning. The Omega pouted, so adorably the Alpha had to resist kissing him again.

“The baby gets all your attention, you never look at me anymore. You- You’ll grow tired of me, bored.”

“That’s not true, I always look at you,” Steve said seriously.

“Only at my belly,” he pouted more, and moved his gaze away.

“At you,” Steve’s voice was final, leaving no room for confusion or misunderstanding. He cupped Tony’s cheeks, gently, he didn’t force the Omega to look back at him but he did, and Steve kissed him on the lips. Tony wrinkled his nose but kissed his Alpha anyway, digging his fingers in Steve’s biceps and using them as a lift when he raised on tiptoes.

The kiss lasted long that time; they kept it chaste, soft lips moving across each other’s with a light caress, every little movement expressing every bit of love they had for each other. It was an amazingly big amount, and they felt it all. Tony tilted his head back, and the Alpha growled possessively at how perfect his Omega was, at how he tasted so good, all for him.

“Christ, you’re beautiful,” Steve breathed the words on Tony’s lips, eyes half-open and fingers laced in dark, short hairs. “I’m still trying to figure out how to make you understand...”

“What?” Tony asked, blinking slowly. Steady purrs were vibrating from his throat.

“How amazing you are. Brilliant, the bravest person I’ve ever known. Too reckless for your own good, and it scares the hell out of me, but that’s how you are. Kind, funny, and so so very smart. You’re the only person who knew how to help me understand a world I could hardly recognize. I know I don’t talk about it, but it was bad before you. For me, it was terrible, I had lost everyone and everything I knew,” he had to stop for a second, just admiring the view.

Tony’s hazel eyes were wide open, liquid and wet at the edges. He wasn’t pouting anymore but his lips were still curled, as if he was keeping them still. He was. Tony’s lips always trembled a little when he was emotional, and it was another detail Steve loved about him.

“Are you gonna proposing again?” Tony’s throat sounded dry. Typical of him, joking at the worst possible time.

Steve chuckled, shook his head and pressed his lips on his Omega’s forehead, keeping them there. “Silly Omega, I would propose to you every day”

He heard a soft gasp from Tony, then strong arms circling his waist, and the profile of the Omega hiding below his chin. He fit there so well, the first time it happened it made Steve stop searching for a sense of belonging; he found his home.

“How could I ever be bored with you? I want to spend every day taking care of you, baby or not on the way. You’re the one I love, the one I want to grow old with, laughing at terrible jokes and worrying for your life every time you put yourself in danger to save others,”

Steve hugged Tony back as tightly as he could, straighten himself and lifting the Omega up with one smooth movement. Tony instinctively wrapped his legs around Steve’s waist as he did, without even a flinch, and still with his face hid in the Alpha’s neck.

“You’ve planned dis,” a sigh from the Omega, who sniffled. “You’ve planned to make me cry,” another sigh as he went on with his accuses.

Steve’s smile was big and bright, the kind that only Tony could make him do. He started moving slowly, the weight of his Omega was almost non-existent but in real he didn’t have a place in mind where to go. He just wanted to keep hugging Tony, soothing him with feather-light kisses on his cheek and gentle rumbles.

“Yes, I did. I’m a master strategist, I’ve planned to get you mad just to make you remember how good I am at removing shirts and do declarations of love,” he joked too, easing the atmosphere.

A wet giggle escaped from Tony, and his entire body shook because he was trying to not laugh. A fist bumped Steve’s shoulder, lightly but firm.

“You’re good at removing shirts,” the Omega confirmed.

“Are there any chances we can keep it between the two of us?”

“Not one, mister Rogers,” more giggles followed the words. Steve couldn’t blame him, Bucky’s method worked, eventually.

“What if I’ll bribe you, mister Rogers?” He asked affectionately. They both changed their last names after the wedding, and the complete version was Stark-Rogers, but every variant was like honey for his ears.

“... What kind of bribe?” The Omega asked after a moment, sounding amused and pretty interested.

They left the lab while talking; Tony was leaving a trail of delicate kisses on Steve’s neck and jaw, sometimes rubbing his nose against his skin to scent him. Steve was just gladly enjoying all those sweet attentions and couldn’t wait to reach their floors to reciprocate.

“Hum, I’m thinking about cheeseburgers and ice cream for lunch. How does it sound?”

“Shit, it sounds good,” and the keen Tony made, Steve could only consider it as lascivious. Maybe Steve was getting lunch earlier that day, a tasteful, trembling and moaning lunch.

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owlespresso · 6 years

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Clarity #2

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Every now and then, when you close your eyes, you see faint fragments of the past. Last night, on your way home, you saw the doctors smiling at you and congratulating you when you received your diagnosis as an omega. You were eleven. Or twelve. That was seven years ago, but it’s still pretty vivid in your head.

You don’t even remember what time it was, last night. You talked to the police about the assault that happened, went through some hysterics to convince them that you were only a witness, and asked about the kid that got attacked. You can’t really remember too much of what he looked like. But that doesn’t really matter to you.

What does matter is the vending machine that’s withholding your bag of chips from you. You really hate waking up in the morning and you hate taking the subway to your college, but they’re all necessary evils. Because life is pay-to-play and in order to get a well-paying job, you need to get an education. No matter how much it makes you feel like driving a stake through your skull. You hate the smog of scents that cloud you whenever you get into one of the cars. You hate a lot of things, really. So you try to make everything worth it by treating yourself every now and then.

The vending machine, nestled next to the entrance of one of the local high schools, doesn’t seem to think you deserve the snack you paid for with your hard-earned change. The crinkled plastic package is pressed up against the glass, taunting you. You’ve tapped it twice, now. You have ten minutes to get to class and it’s a five minute walk to campus. You reckon you can figure this out in a calm, orderly fashion.

But really, why would you?

You have feet that you can use for kicking. That in itself is reason enough to kick things. Maybe it’s your anger making you irrational or your unusual lust for the destruction of public property. Your feet kick against the machine, steel-toed boots leaving scratches and marks as passerby (likely students) give you weird looks. The sound of metal against metal rings out in the nearby street as you beat the machine to the best of your ability, causing it to shake.

Fuck you! Crappy fucking ass machine!! Give it to me!

It’s a pretty good way to get your anger out before class. Usually you settle for crying in the shower, but you woke up a little too late for that.

Fucking alarm clock! Fuck! Fuck!

A hand on your shoulder jolts you out of the red haze of anger that’s overtaken you. You jump, eyes wide as you whirl around to face a young man who’s wearing a pretty shocked expression. He looks pretty silly, with his wide eyes and raised eyebrows.

You’d poke a fun at him, but it’s pretty brave of him to march up to someone so destructive and angry. People are scared of what they don’t understand or don’t know, so you don’t often get approached when you pull stunts like this. You’re taking suppressants, but the scent of your anger is so potent that passerby can likely detect it. Maybe that’s why. Though, you’re pretty sure you’ve seen this guy before…

“Oh!” The realization hits you, “You’re that little guy that was getting mugged yesterday, right?” Looking at him now, “little guy” isn’t really the correct term to use. He’s not the tallest person around, but he towers over you nonetheless. Still, he looked pretty little when he was crouched on the ground, expression painted pale with fear. “You doing alright?” From the uniform, you guess he’s a student at the school the vending machine is next to.

“Yeah…” He doesn’t seem much for conversation. Not that you can blame him. You cross your arms and regard him with a sharp stare. As much as you’d like to stick around and play nice, you really can’t afford to waste time. “Thank you… for that. I hope you’re alright.” He’s cute, though? His hair is long, worn in a messily tied bun with some strands still hanging out. His widdle sweater vest is so cute, too!

“I’m fine. It’s not the first time I’ve had to use some elbow grease,” You declare, leaning up against the damaged machine. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah.” He answers, and promptly goes quiet. You two stand there and stare at each other. You wonder why he isn’t walking away. That’s usually what people do after ending a conversation, but he doesn’t seem to be the most socially apt person. Does he want something else? “What are you... doing?”

“Huh?” You raise your eyebrows, expression irritated. It sounds like he’s challenging you, even though he’s been nothing but polite this entire conversation. All it takes is for him to gesture to the machine for you to realize what he means. “My chips wouldn’t come out. I got mad.” It doesn’t really justify the damage, but you’re too tired to properly reason.

“Oh.” You’re about to tell him to screw off and stop wasting your time, but he takes a broad step towards you. That alone has you bristling, eyes wide and expression curled into a snarl. His sudden closeness combined with the way he looms over you isn’t doing him any favors, either. You’d say he means no harm, but you’ve just met this kid and know not to judge a book by its cover. The sudden change in your scent makes him recoil. You certainly don’t like being an omega, but it has its perks. Alphas and betas always get a little shaken whenever you give a strong, distressed scent. It’s useful when you need to defend yourself. “Sorry. I was going to buy something.”

Oh. Well, now you feel a little silly for jumping to conclusions. Pride damaged, you shuffle out of the way and watch him slide a crisp bill into the machine, his nimble fingers pressing the buttons… He buys the exact same chips you wanted and you want to smite him for doing it right in front of you. It feels like he’s gloating, feels really damn smug of him. You ready a scathing remark (inwardly gloating about how you’re gonna verbally eviscerate this guy) as he bends down to grab the two bags of chips. But he turns to you and holds them out, rendering you silent. You blink, dumbfounded.

Oh. Now you feel even more silly. What the fuck.

“Thank you…?” People don’t do really nice things for you often, and that shows in your reply. He nods and turns to walk off, but you reach out and grab his sleeve, prompting him to look back at you, “What’s your name? Can I see you again?”

Not the smoothest way to start off. You’re not really interested in dating, but you want to get to know the kid (who is probably only a year younger than you are) and maybe become friends. Really. How are you supposed to phrase this kind of thing? Asking for contact information is always awkward and the awkwardness is stifling. It kills your vibes. Ruins your groove.

“Hey. I thought you were just a weird kid a few seconds ago, but I’m going to need your name and your phone number. Right now.” Is what you would say if you were being completely honest. But that just doesn’t work! Not at all!

“Sure. My name is Kozume Kenma…” He sifts through his pockets until he withdraws a sleek smartphone. Relief washes over you. At least he doesn’t think I’m a fucking weirdo. You fetch your own phone and hastily introduce yourself, realizing that you’ve spent four of your ten minutes talking to him. After exchanging numbers, you say a hurried goodbye and dash down the street, only hoping that no one called the cops on you for breaking the vending machine next to Nekoma Academy.

Kenma Kozume is a third year at Nekoma Academy, you soon find out. Much to your surprise, he sends the first text. You get it as you’re on the subway ride home.

Hi.

He’s not much of a talker. You don’t mind. You spent the next half-hour having a semi-active conversation with him, learning that he likes video games and plays on the volleyball team. He learns that you attend one of the colleges close to Nekoma, but doesn’t get much else out of you. You ask him if he wants to hang out tomorrow. He agrees.

It’s a week later and you’ve learned several more things about your new friend. You’ve hung out a few times and he’s gotten more talkative. He’s a low energy guy, but that works out pretty well for you. You don’t really like really energetic people. They’re draining to deal with.

You learn that he has a friend who attends the same college as you and is on the volleyball team. Kuroo Tetsurou. The name sounds familiar but you’ve never met him. You think it over as you sit on a bench outside of a fancy restaurant, waiting for Kenma to show up. It’ll probably be another trip to the arcade, but you don’t mind that.

You busy yourself with your phone, playing Neko Atsume and checking on various social apps. It’s rare of you to make friends so easily, even though you’re not sure if you can call Kenma a friend or not. But you don’t really hang out with people outside of school. Sure, you get along alright with classmates, but you don’t have anyone close to you. It’s kind of a downer. But you’re busy and you have things to do. It’s also difficult for you to really trust betas and alphas, given the assumptions people usually make about you because of your diagnosis.

You refer to being an omega as a diagnosis, because that’s all it is to you. A disease. Something that’s always dragged you down and held you back.

“Hey.” Kenma’s quiet voice breaks you from your negative thoughts.

“Hiya!” You pop up from your seat and give him a meager smile, “Ready to go? You wanted to head to one of the arcades, right?” He nods, and your destination is set. The arcade isn’t too far away. In fact, it’s pretty close to Nekoma. The walk is short, so it’s not too bad.

“So, did you see that new trailer for Super Smash Bros?” You inquire. It’s only been a week but you’ve learned that small talk doesn’t really get you anywhere.

The short walk to the arcade is spent talking about video gaming news and brief details about Kuroo Tetsurou. It’s not too much, but Kenma mentions him in brief instances pretty often. The streets aren’t too crowded, much to your relief. Bustling, metropolitan areas kind of suck when you’re trying to get somewhere fast.

The arcade is only a block away, but it’s come to be a familiar site to you. Kenma’s eyes light up as the two of you enter, and you think it’s kind of cute. He always gets so excited when he sees something he likes, no matter how many times he’s seen it before. This type of enthusiasm is rare from him, so you don’t remark on it, knowing he might get self-conscious.

Yeah, you’re pretty good at reading people.

“Oh. I should go to the ATM,” Most of the machines have coin slots. You’ve come prepared for that, but it appears Kenma hasn’t.

“I’ll wait over here. Take your time.” You assure him, and he scampers off, leaving you to your own devices.

You sweep your gaze across the dimmed area, roaming over the fluorescent screens and listening the beeps and artificial noises that the machines make. It’s a Friday afternoon, so it’s starting to get crowded. Students from various schools often come here after classes, because it’s so close and also pretty big.

“Hey, are you here alone?” A masculine voice rings out, prompting you to look up. There’s a tall guy in front of you, and you immediately don’t like the looks of him. He wears a smile that’s bordering on smug and is much too close to you, forcing you to take in his scent and acknowledge his presence.

“No.” Is all you say in response, hoping he’ll get the clue and leave you be.

“Really? What a shame,” He drawls. “Bet I could show you a better time than anyone else you’re here with, sweetheart.” Why do guys think that calling you demeaning petnames will help convince you? Great. You called me sweetheart. I’m totally into you, now. His languid remark is enough to piss you off. Your temper is usually pretty short when it comes to things like this.

“Leave me alone.” You don’t waste any time trying to debate it with him. His eyebrows furrow in an aggravated manner. Alphas usually get pretty pissed when you tell them that you’re not obligated to pay attention to them. It’s that gross sense of entitlement that really irritates you.

“C’mon, don’t be like that. We could have a good time,” It’s not like he’s said anything directly insulting to you, but he reaches out as he says that and you find that your patience has run out. Your hand snaps onto his wrist and you slip behind him with a nimble step, twisting his hand and arm back at a ridiculously uncomfortable angle, “What the hell!? C’mon, I was just talking to you! All you omegas are so sensitive—” Your grip tightens and you pull, letting him know that you can hurt him even more, “Ow! Ow! Okay, okay!” He snaps and you let him go. He stumbles backwards, regarding you with a venomous glare.

Now, there are eyes on you. Other passerby are watching the interaction with rapt attention. Multiple people have fixed their disapproving gazes on the alpha in front of you, letting you (and him) know that there will be consequences if he takes further action. You despise the stereotyping of omegas as weak, but you know that it’s a useful tool when in situations such as these. He skulks backwards, rubbing his wrist and muttering derogatory comments about you underneath his breath.

A faint murmur of your name draws your attention and you turn around to see Kenma. His hands are in his pockets and his gaze is stuck to the floor. His posture is stiff and his shoulders are rigid. He looks uncomfortable, likely having witnessed the entire exchange.

“Sorry.” He speaks before you get the chance to. “I should have stepped in.”

He’s a sweet kid, behind all that awkwardness. You shake your head with a small smile.

“It’s alright, Kenma. I don’t mind,” You soothe and his shoulders relax. You’re glad that he believes you when you try to comfort him. He’s reserved, but emotionally open in ways that you sealed off years ago, “I’m more than capable of taking care of myself.” He probably has a natural urge to want to help you, one that’s wired into his DNA.

But humankind has come far from the backwards species they once were. They have a far way to go. But that doesn’t change the fact that you can handle yourself. You have pepper spray in your pockets and an iron pocket tucked into your jacket. The fact that you need to protect yourself to vigilantly is yet another sigh that mankind has a long way to go before they’re a perfect species.

Still, you’re allowed to take pride in yourself. Or the brief parts of yourself that you can actually stand.

You don’t need anyone to protect you. Or help you. You don’t need anyone.

You’ve only known Kenma for a week and you know that you’d be stricken with horrible grief if he was somehow taken away from you. (And that scares you more than anything)

But you don’t need anyone.

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