#mothwrites

      "And the most important part of this entire establishment," he crooned, sounding a little too fervent, "the Superstar Daycare!"        You nodded, sticking your hands into your pockets and wincing as a particularly shrill shriek escaped through the propped castle-looking doors. "Cool," you supplied, trying not to sound uninterested or slightly repulsed by all the thoughts of sticky fingers and drooling mouths. "Uhm...I dunno why I needed to see the daycare, though, considering I should be...y'know...doing maintenance stuff, and not babysitting?"        "Oh, but you will be doing maintenance." The guide's eyes sparkled, almost dangerously. Your skin crawled and you felt slightly insecure under his gaze. "The daycare attendant has been having a couple hiccups here and there since we extracted the virus from its counterpart, and I'm sure you'll make a wonderful animatronic babysitter."        Your mouth opened and closed, then opened again. "But that's not maintenance, it's-"        "Sure it is." Again, the underlying threat in his voice made you highly uncomfortable. "You see a problem, you log it, you wait until the end of the day, and you fix it. Simple. Plus, I'm sure it would adore the help in the daycare; it's pretty busy on a daily basis you know."        You were sure you did know, but you really didn't want to say or do anything that gave any indication that you were on board with your assignment. You couldn't believe you signed up for a child-free job...just to be a babysitter for- oop, you guessed it, children. Oh, and a robot that would probably treat you like a kindergartener. Lovely. You ground your teeth and glared at the not-so-positive-now-that-you-thought-about-it employee with immense distaste. This was the only offer he was giving you, and you really needed the money.        "Fine," you managed to say without growling, "how do I start my...job?"        He clapped, brightening up immediately back into that faux-genuine cheer. "Oh, I knew you'd come around! Come, let me introduce you to your little project!"        You shuffled along behind him as he strode over to the door and opened it all the way, calling out in a loud and jubilant voice laced with barely-noticeable poison. "Oh, Sunny~! We have a new friend for you!" 

Begrudgingly you catch up to his heel and huff in response. “I could fill a room with how many terrible ideas you’ve had.” With a glint in his daring red eyes and wide grin, he reaches behind himself to pull you in front of him. Lobo then proceeds to throw you over his shoulder to sit, perched; a well practiced habit that you grew accustomed to.

“Argue all y’want, sugar. Y’know what that usually leads to…” 

His mischievous chuckle earns a frustrated sound and a tug of his hair, “Lobo!”

“Relax, babes, at least I’m payin’.” the large man is completely unfazed by your halfhearted attempts to hurt him as he continues to wear his wide grin.

You only grumble to yourself when you finally reach the bar. As crowded as it was Lobo manages to squeeze you two into seats furthest from the bathroom. The barstool was so worn out it groaned beneath the added weight. You made a mental note to burn these clothes later. In the corner of your eyes you spot a sea of creeps. However, you were quick to find comfort in the fact that they were clearly wary of who was in your company. Returning your focus to the barkeep you hear Lobo ordering himself something you assumed was whiskey. He turns to you and nudges your arm. You usually got something light, but tonight was different. Lobo only brought you out here for drinks because you had a terribly rough day at work.

You pick something that is sure to boost your confidence and get this party started. This doesn’t go unnoticed by your loud mouth boy toy. “That bad, huh?” 

The bartender is quick to return with your orders. “You have no idea. I am so calling in tomorrow. I’m doing way more than what I’m paid for and they know it! I mean this morning,” you begin retelling your horrible day to Lobo who was uncharacteristically listening without a word. If anything, he was watching you transition from a bundle of stress to a rather friendly little thing. It was somehow relieving to him to see you loosen up so much more than usual. Not that he would ever admit it, but he hated it when you would be so full of burden and barely allow him a windows view of your problems. Now you were suddenly telling him anything without much shame or thought for that matter.

“And that was the worst party I had ever gone to.” you take a swig of your drink, hardly tasting it anymore. Lobo throws his head back to laugh, “Haw! No wonder you quit tequila!”

A few stories and a few drinks later, you notice that you were well passed tipsy. Not that you minded at the time. Just as you were about to start another story, something catches your attention. It was a familiar rythme. The second it hits you, you gasp and turn to Lobo. “Holy shit I love this song!” Although you were slurring your words, you jumped right in. With caution to the wind you even leap onto the bar. It was much to his surprise, but he enjoyed your enthusiasm.

Your choreography was incredibly improvised and frankly, embarrassing. Regardless, everyone in the bar loved it and some even began to cheer for you. Involuntarily, Lobo mentally catalogs this song for later. For now he decides to enjoy the show and cheer you on as well. At some point the fun begins to end when a drunk pulls on your arm by your wrist and into his lap. Red eyes widen at your playful attitude as you respond by caressing their cheek and continuing to sing and laugh. As the song ends the bar erupts in laughter and euphoria. 

“And what’s your name, mister.” 

“You can call me daddy.” he winks at you, “How’s about you and I get outta here, sugar lips.”

You dizzily giggle at him, “Where’re we goin’?”

“A fraggin’ morgue if you don’t get yer paws off my things.” there was a noticeable path between the crowd that led to you both.

Lobo stood in front of you two, not the least bit impressed. In fact, his brows furrowed and he held a disgusted snarl. “Ha ha awkward.” you giggled despite the tension. Perhaps next time he'll just bring the drinks to your place. “Listen, ass-face, if I gotta repeat myself, I’m gonna mess you up so bad I’m gonna be scrapin’ yer veins from my fingernails for a week.”

The bar is silent as Lobo uses his size to loom over the drunk who began to visually shake. “Woah-!” you have to catch yourself on the floor as you are quickly pushed off of your cushion-y seat. The drunk nervously laughs, “My bad, man, didn’t know you had dibs.” he holds his hands up defensively. This did nothing to please the main man as his blood was still boiling. He probably wouldn’t be so upset had you been in your right mind. He knows you would have socked this scumbag in the face before calling to him if you were sober. Thankfully he knew he couldn’t really blame you for any of this no matter how much he wanted to. Didn’t stop him from taking his anger out on this dweeb however.

That said, Lobo uppercuts the guy through the ceiling. His ears twitch at the sickening crack upon impact. Nobody complains and nobody bats an eye. Like a hivemind, they go about their business, even as blood drips from the ceiling.

That was somewhat satisfying, he decided. Returning his sights back on you he's quick to lift you to your feet and into his arms. Considering you were still struggling to get up he figured this would be easier than waiting for you to sober up enough to walk. He was glad he could help you relax, but whatever had happened just then was not ideal. You two may not have been dating but in his eyes you were exclusive. He made sure you knew that with how many secret admirers he had to scare off these past few months. 

Lobo grumbles as he looks down at your flushed gaze. “Th-thanks, Big Guy.” you gently pat his bicep, exhausted, “Tonight was really fun.”

It relaxes him to see the tired smile on your face. His playful bad boy attitude returns, “Yer gonna pay for that lil show back there. Don’t go thinkin’ yer off the hook yet, sweetie bits.” He pays the tab and begins to head towards the door.

You snort at him, “Don’t tell me yer jealous.”

“I don’t like anyone touchin’ my stuff.” he retorts before throwing you over his shoulder and smacking your backside, as is tradition when you give him a headache. “Hm, dunno if I like bein’ called “stuff”.” 

“You’ll get over it.” You chuckle in agreement to that.

When you have a bad day:

Hitoshi knows how you text like every inch of his capture weapon

Can tell in a heartbeat that you’re having a rough day, asks if you need anything

Picks up anything you request on his way back from patrol, even if you message ridiculous things as a joke

Shows up at your home in loose sweats with a gentle smile on his face

Drops the bags on your table and immediately places a soft kiss on your forehead

Gives the best bear hugs, the kind that pick you up by the waist and carry you

Hitoshi will refuse to admit that he’s always doing extra strength training to be able to keep doing it, even if you seem as light as a feather a the time

“Wanna rant about it or be distracted?”

Will listen as long as you need, pulling you onto his lap and carding his fingers through your hair and massaging your scalp

Open any treats you asked for and puts a spread out on the coffee table by your couch

If you want to be distracted, will pull out any games you like or put in your favorite movie

Lots of little kisses. Everywhere. Face, top of the head, shoulder, hands, wrists

Makes dry sarcastic comments about the people at your work, both coworkers and customers

“You know I could just stand guard for you at work, anytime anybody asks something direct them to me and I’ll make ‘em go away”

Squeezes you a little tighter when he hugs you while trying to comfort you

Laces your fingers together and sighs as he tries to stay awake

Will draw a bath if you let him and insists on helping, if you let him

Places soft kisses on your shoulders while he sits with you in the warm water

Will wraps his arms and legs around you like a koala bear if you try to get out

“Sorry babe, it’s the law of bad days. Need to stay here for mmmmm five more minutes?”

When Shinsou needs comfort:

The last thing Shinsou ever wanted was to seem weak.

But there he was, standing on your doorstep and holding his fist up to try and knock to see if you were able to give him the comfort he desperately needed after his day

Having been approached by a villain while on patrol who tried to convince him to join the LOV, a sidekick from the agency he was doing a work-study with had begun spinning rumors about how his quirk was villainous

Shinsou thought he had put all of this behind him, moved on from that stereotype and proven himself a hero

His fist shake as he stands there in the cold, cursing himself for letting tears escape down his cheeks

When you open the door to his faint knocking, he nearly collapses into you

His arms hang limply and shinsou hides his face against the crook of your neck with a sniffle

Fails to keep in a few soft whimpers at the comfort your warmth brings him

Shinsou lets you lead him to the couch and rests his head against your shoulder as you two sit

Lays his head in your lap and pulls your hand to his hair as his breathing becomes erratic

Starts talking once he’s calmed down a bit, but spills everything about his day and the ugly self doubt that came clawing back into his mind

Wraps his arms around your waist and sighs as your fingers massage his scalp

Asks in the softest voice ‘Is it alright if I stay here with you tonight? I don’t wanna be alone with my head…”

Takes a quick shower and changes into a spare pair of sweats he left here for lazy date nights

Curls into you for the entire night, whether in bed or on the couch. Needs to feel as close to you as possible

Falls asleep hugging your arm close to his chest with his cheek smooshed against your shoulder