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#I kind of changed the scenario so I HOPE THIS IS OKAY <3
bruisedboys · 1 year
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also also!!!!!! peter x clumsy!reader might be the best pairing. because his spidey senses ugh he’s always catching you before you trip. like an arm around your back and then he dips you down to be dramatic and you get all flustered. and!!! if you’re not in arms reach he definitely shoots a web at you to pull you into his chest before you can do any damage. you both have several heart attacks a day because you’re such a klutz.
I am always on the peter x clumsy reader agenda!! they are so special to me!!! also the thing you said about him catching you and dipping you down omg I could die.
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You’re still in the process of patching yourself up when Peter gets home, your knees scraped and a box of big Band-Aids waiting for you on the coffee table. You were hoping to be done by the time he got home, to save him the worry. No such luck. You hear the front door open and you don’t have time to hide your fresh wounds, your evidence of yet another accident.
You’re sure you look quite pathetic when Peter emerges in the doorway.
“Hi, dove! I missed— are you bleeding?” His smile drops and so does his bag. He doesn’t bother taking his jacket off. He strides across the room and gets to his knees in front of you. His hands find your thighs, thumbs just shy of your fresh scrapes.
“Oh, honey,” he coos. He’s not shocked, at least. You think maybe it’s happened so many times it doesn’t phase him anyway more.
His eyebrows pinch together as he scowls at your poor knees, his hands squeezing your thighs. He gives your injuries a once over before lifting his head to look at you sadly. “What happened?”
You frown. “Tripped in the driveway,” you admit moodily. “I’m fine, really. Looks worse than it feels.”
Peter huffs morosely, “I wish I was there when it happened. Could’ve caught you, baby.”
You melt. You’re endeared by his care for you. You smile at him and reach out to push his hair from his forehead, his curls soft under your fingers. You drag your hand down the side of his head, fingers heavy, and let your palm rest over his cheek. Peter’s eyelids flutter under your touch.
“It’s okay, Pete,” you tell him brightly. “You can’t win ‘em all.”
Peter laughs, his smile blinding. “Thanks, babe.” He twists his head so he can kiss your palm, a warm press of his soft, wind-bitten lips. “Let’s get you patched up now, hm?”
Peter patches up your knees, hands gentle as he cleans your wounds and presses Band-Aids over them. He’s a practiced hand, having done this plenty of times, on your legs, elbows, fingers, you name it. Though you must admit, you’re far less prone to accidents with Peter around. He catches you more times than he doesn’t. Today was just bad timing.
When Peter’s done fixing you up he lays a kiss on each of your knees, over your fresh white Band-Aids.
“All fixed,” he says happily, sliding his hand up your thigh to give your hip a squeeze.
You beam and cover his hands with yours. “Thanks, Peter.”
Peter stands and pulls you up with him. Your knees sting, but only a little, and it’s nothing you’re not used to.
“You sure you’re okay?” He asks, head ducked so he can meet your eyes, his hair tumbling into the space between your heads. “I can get you some ice, if you like?”
You shake your head. You’d much rather have him stay this close forever. “I’m okay, Pete.”
Peter still looks unconvinced, a frown tugging at his lips. He thinks for a second, then, “Do you want a hug? ‘Cos I know I do.”
You giggle. You’d kill for a hug right now. “Sure.”
You push your arms under his and he circles you in his strong hold, pulling you as close as he can to his chest. He’s careful to avoid your knees bumping his, legs moving so yours are between his. You push your face into his firm chest and breathe him in, his smells, his cologne and the wind on his clothes and that lovely scent he carries around with him everywhere, like old books and coffee shops.
Peter’s face falls into your neck and he sighs, practically melting into you, latching onto you like glue. He’s warm and he’s soft and he’s Peter. The pain in your knees is completely unnoticeable when he’s holding you like this.
“My poor, clumsy girl,” he says eventually, mostly fond, but there’s a whisper of cheek that you don’t miss.
You scowl into his chest. “M’not clumsy,” you whine, though you definitely are and you both know it. “The pavement is uneven.”
Peter pulls back, his big hands on your upper arms. He’s smiling like an idiot. “It is?”
You nod fervently. “Yeah. S’why I tripped.”
Peter nods slowly like you’re telling the truth, like the pavement in the driveway isn’t perfectly even.
“Stupid pavement,” he says.
You giggle and hide your face in his chest again.
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herostoried · 16 days
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"All Might...? What're you...?"
Shouta's words come out strained and slurred, but the confusion he's feeling is obvious nonetheless. It's frustrating, being in this state. Being unable to do anything, feeling useless, all while being unaware of what's going on around him... everything feels out of his control, and there's nothing he hates more than that. Of course... that's a feeling he's been experiencing more and more often, lately, but...
It never gets any easier.
"Is everyone- okay?" he manages to choke out, because that's his first priority. He's pretty sure he's not in an active battleground right now, but that doesn't necessarily mean a thing for everyone's safety...
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"...Tell me. Please."
@osoreruna ( starter! )
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wrioluvr · 2 months
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『shhh, not so loud! make me. huh?』 slutty sub yandere x gentle himbo darling, male yandere x male reader
note: thank u all the support on pt 1 ♡♡ was thinking about a scenario where slutty yandere somehow manages to convince his darling to actually fuck him after a lot of begging... even tho reader is scared his large cock will break him apart <3 pt 1
cw: he/him pronouns for reader, mentions of reader's ex-boyfriends, loss of yandere's virginity, implied violence
nervous was the way you were feeling as you made your way to your boyfriend's house. the two of you had started dating a few weeks ago, when after you'd let him suck your dick, he broke down crying, admitted to how desperately he was in love with you, and pleaded on his knees for you to own him and treat him as your personal fucktoy. frantically, you quickly assured him you would treat him as an equal in the relationship, to his slight disappointment. of course, he was ecstatic that you'd agreed to be his boyfriend, but you were his god, how could he not worship such a kind being? in your eyes, despite his rather.... overly submissive behaviour, he was kinda cute, so why not give it a go? if only you knew how deep his obsession truly ran...
and with an progression in your relationship, came a progression in intimacy level as well. the previous day, he had gathered up the courage to ask you to top him, which is why you were making your way to his apartment now. the current fear you were feeling was not for yourself, but for him, you worried that he would hurt himself trying to bottom. you were aware you were bigger than most guys... you wondered how to tell him you weren't too sure about the whole anal thing after all.
but what you did not expect to see the moment you opened the door to his room, was him on his bed on all fours, ass up, using his index and middle finger to spread his tight pink hole towards you. he turned his head around at the sound of your arrival and looked back at you with lust-filled, half-lidded eyes, breathing heavily. "baby! thank god you're finally here... please fuck me already, i've been waiting for hourssss......." his words came out in a pitiful whine.
your eyes widen at his plea. "woah, okay, let's slow down." quickly, you make him sit up, much to his confusion. he was already ready, so why were you hesitant?
taking his hand and squeezing it gently, you tell him what's on your mind. "okay, uh... i'm not too sure if i want to fuck you right now..."
"wha- but- but why? you promised!"
"i know i did, but i'm worried for you. i know i'm kinda... big, so i don't want to make you bleed or anything..."
at your reasoning, he can't help but whine in frustration. don't you understand? he doesn't care about how much it hurts! he wants it to hurt! his one wish is for you to completely destroy him! usually he'd back down, since he doesn't want to make you uncomfortable with his desperation, but he decided to be a little selfish.
reaching over and fondling your crotch, he looked at you with a silent, horny plea in his eyes, then proceeded to sit in your lap and grind on your bulge sensually. he whimpered as your clothed dick got harder and prodded at his hole.
taken back by his sudden boldness, you let him straddle you. "hey... did you even listen to anything i said?"
"forgive me, darling. but i want this so bad. give it to me, pretty please?" he continues to roll his hips on your crotch, not sounding terribly sorry at all.
you sigh, realising you can't change his mind. "okay, just let me know if it hurts, and i'll stop immediately. alright?"
"mhm." but secretly, he'd moan in pleasure no matter how painful it was, relishing in it.
"at least let me prepare you first...?"
"i've been fingering myself for the past hour, you don't need to." he giggled, as he got back down on all fours on his bed, hoping you were proud of his forward thinking. "i want our first time to be special, so i'm fully prepared."
"wait... you're a virgin?" upon hearing your question, he turned his head back to look at you with an incredulous expression on his pretty face, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"but of course, i've been saving myself for you. i don't want anyone else using me." he bit his lip, making sure you knew how much he valued you taking his virginity. he suddenly realised how he'd completely forgotten to ask (or stalk to find out) about your past relationships. "what about you, darling? are you a virgin?" secretly, he was hoping the answer would be yes, but deep down he knew you were far too desirable for that to be true.
"nah. i dated a few guys before, but they broke up with me because they said i was too dumb." you'd never really thought about it deeply, but saying it out loud made you realise that it was rather embarrassing...
"how the fuck could they say that? you're so perfect and kind... forget about them, darling... just focus on me. you won't need to think about those ungrateful whores ever again." his change in tone caught you off guard, grip tightening around your arm. this was the first time he'd ever sounded genuinely pissed off. but this was quickly masked by his usual lovesick smile as he resolved to make you feel so good, your attention would forever be on him and him only.
eagerly, he helped you undress and tried not to blush at the sight of your naked body, even as he relished in the sight of the cock he had gotten on his knees for so many times before. you were confused at his reaction. "we're both guys, why are you embarrassed?" you were so silly sometimes. he was finally going to be made your bitch, of course he would be flustered!
with your cock teasing his entrance, he made his final invitation. "i want you to mess me up inside." he begged as he spread his virgin hole open, groaning in pain and pleasure as you pushed halfway into him. immediately, you looked up to his face in concern. "you okay? it's only halfway in..." "fuck, i said i can take it!" with that, he pushed himself onto your cock with a lewd determination, letting out an overly passionate moan as you fully entered him. instinctively, you shushed him, not wanting the neighbours to hear. "shhh! you're being too loud....." "make me." he retorts defiantly, trying to rile you up so you would be rougher. "huh?" fuck, he was really pushing it today. you really didn't want to, but he was making far too much noise. resorting to muting him forcefully, you reach for his mouth and clamp your hands over it, effectively gagging him. his eyes widen, not expecting you to take the bait, but he's in heaven. you can practically see the hearts in his eyes as he sluttily sucks on your fingers, all that's left is a series of muffled whimpers.
even though your mind was currently preoccupied with the way your boyfriend's squeezing your cock, you can't help but think about your exes after he brought the topic up. you knew you were a little dumber than most, but did all those guys really break up with you just because you were stupid? he seemed to sense your feelings and clenched harder, making you lose focus and grip his hips tightly. the thought of you thinking about your exes while you were inside him was horrible, he couldn't have that at all! "s-see, darling, my ass is much better than those sluts, isn't it- uuummfff." he could barely form words as he continued to ride you up and down, savouring the way your large length stretched his inner walls to their limit. it was quite the stark contrast - you were thrusting in and out of him at a tender pace, making sure you were never too rough (feeling a little guilty for muffling him so forcefully just now), but yet he was whimpering and writhing all over the bed, gripping the sheets whenever you hit his prostrate at regular intervals. he desperately tried to fuck himself on your cock when you slowed down, noticing his tears, begging you to start again. after a bit, you felt like you were about to reach your climax. "hey, i'm about to co-" "do it inside me." you didn't have time to argue as he pulled you closer into a hug, making you cum inside him, much to his delight. he adored the way you filled him up, feeling you pump load after load into his hole. he rubbed his stomach, wishing he could get pregnant with your child. but alas, he can't have everything. today was already a huge victory. exhausted, he collapsed into your arms as you stroked his hair, apologising for being a little rough and hoping his ass didn't hurt too much. he couldn't really focus on what you were saying as he just lay there and stared up at you affectionately. god, you were just perfect, weren't you?
˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗
in the middle of night, as you slept peacefully, the boy you fucked a few hours ago had just finished going through your phone, his one objective being obtaining the names of your exes. "don't worry, darling.... i'll take care of those unappreciative bastards myself. no one gets to make you feel stupid." he whispers to your ear lovingly before getting out of bed. he hoped you wouldn't be too mad when you found out he killed them when you woke up. or maybe he did, just so you could punish him. ♡
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satoruhour · 6 months
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Thoughts on poly with satosugu
a/n: long post LOL enjoy
howd you manage to get two of the most caring yet annoying boyfriends ever??? they feed off each others energy sm it’s insane lol good luck. but not in a bad way of course. it def started out when one man of the two was frustrated with the stagnancy and the mixed signals between the three of you that gojo decided to confess and the both of you dated for a while.
geto didnt rlly wanna intrude and felt bad even tho you three were still eye fucking basically every time u were in a room together. gojo was the first to ask you about it “no because ive thought of it too” and gojo’s face lights up bc teecchnically hes been texting geto always how its been a dream to date you even tho it rubs in the wound a little. but it’s ok!!!! im sorry suguru!!! all three of you are together now !!!! 
to start off they are very physical and clingy. always need to have some part of their body on you. gojo prefers the arm slinging over your shoulders, geto prefers a more subtle arm around the waist. ppl r always starin when you three go out 😭 but it’s so cute lowkey! gojo is usually the upbeat one, suggesting dates and places to go and things to do, creating the gc between the three of you (if u didnt alr have one), keeping the relationship fresh with a lot of questions. geto contributes more to the practicality of the rs?? not to say he doesnt talk or is passive in the poly rs but he’s more of a getting groceries, lounging in the back watching the two of you talk excitedly bout digimon, and likes the household chores kind of guy.
it feels like if i say this it’s too cheesy but gojo feels like a sunrise: the dawn of a new day and the adventures that it may bring while geto is like sunsets: the dusk of winding down after the exciting day and youre always craving both. gojo and geto complete each other in countless other ways too and the dynamic you three have is super adorable.
ill highlight a few scenarios bc theres too much potential and power w/ poly stsg!! watching movies: geto us usually okay with anything u two pick out and gojo picks out some psychological horror for funsies but hes screaming into geto’s arms at every jumpscare 😭 the popcorn goes everywhere good lord. you and geto laugh (in the case youre not too afraid of horror) laugh at gojo and pepper him in kisses even when he puts the blame on you for choosing this movie. “too scared that youre placing the blame on our poor (y/n)?” gojo tsks and swats away geto’s hand but is soon distracted by you pulling u into your embrace lol <3 the usual movie positions are like this: either the both of you latch onto geto’s sides, or youre tucked into geto and gojo sits on the floor, your head in either man’s laps and your feet on the other, you squashed in the middle of them both, gojo tucked in your hug while you are tucked in geto’s <333
going grocery shopping: it’s stocking up time and geto cant possibly handle bringing back all the groceries by himself so he brings you along and also (reluctantly) brings gojo. main reason is bc gojo likes to put a lot of things in the cart and begs with his pretty eyes of his that geto always gives in 😭 youre like semi-focused on the task. you put together the grocery list but then youre getting distracted when you see the fruits section and point at it excitedly to geto. gojo is somewhere in the store. sometimes you lead the expedition, pushing the trolley as geto and gojo walk together a few steps behind hand in hand. it changes a whole lot.
sometimes geto will head off to get something and youre left to push the trolley, with gojo by your side kissing your temples walking by your side. they will both sometimes play pranks on you and go off without telling u and run around the store hoping you wont find them LMAO, or even be so so embarrassing dancing in the middle of the aisles or putting their face up to the cameras that broadcast the footage on big tvs ….. also once you guys lost gojo and you had to make an announcement at the counter to call for a six foot man to meet you two at the cashiers….
it’s easy to feel insecure sometimes, or rather not getting enough love / feeling left out bc sometimes they both click so well together you cant understand their inside jokes or they act like boys again, hitting and laughing to each other about shoko fumbling utahime again or something. they apologise profusely, feeling guilty that they even made u feel like that, esp gojo since he has a tendency to initiate a lot of those jokes which you dont understand, or talk about man things lol. youre the sole focus of their eyes always and they show it even more today by pampering you, having a sleepover ish date night, you paint each other’s nails and do some skin care, gossip a little. geto and gojo compliments you a lot, even more so during this bout of insecurity. they fight over who gives better compliments 😭😭😭😭
but either way you bring both of them in to kiss them as a thank you. it’s so difficult to choose between the both of them for cuddling too bc theyre so warm always. you curl into geto first bc on this night you guys picked your fav movie (which also happened to be gojo’s fav) but you were feeling tired asf so the former let you rest up on him while hte latter had his eyes glued. and later when geto needs to clean up he passes you to gojo gently and you adjust yourself against his lanky body <3333 “she’s just so cute, ain’t she?” geto smiles, brushes your hair out ur face, placing a peck on your forehead and another on gojo’s lips. “rest up first, both of you. i’ll come in soon.”
overall best boyfriends ever; let me highlight some more scenarios which i think would happen: coddling over you when you get your period. geto holding your tummy and massaging it while gojo feeds u snacks. fighting over the blanket between the three of you. gojo runs cold at night, geto runs a little cold too so youre usually the mediator between the two of them. “just buy a bigger blanket!!!” and gojos up and ready to head out at 3am. “go to sleep satoru the stores not open rn.” “theft exists.” “no!” sometimes youd go on individual dates when the other cant make it, esp when you three have busy schedules. either two will ALWAYS promise to shower the third in affection once they return home from the date! sometimes when you three need to visit weddings, you’d be squashed in the middle dancing with them, two towers and the shorter one in between that it looks a little comical.
fighting about whose music is the best in the car and fighting over the au, fighting abt who gets to drive. gojo tries to squeeze into the stick shift bc sometimes he misses you two in the back seat :(((( they let you sit down on public transport if the car isnt possible. scary dog privileges, two of them. gojo sneers at anyone who wants ur number and tells them off, geto glares quietly, gojo thinks its bc of him but actually it’s all geto’s doing LMAOAOAO. loving the kisses they both give you: gojo a little more excitable and geto’s sensual and slower, will also fight over who you should straddle when your making out but u give them both equal attention. one will take over the other whos preoccupied with your lips. geto littering kisses down your neck while youre busy with gojo’s lips and vice versa 💟💟💟
sigh id love to be in a poly rs with them and id love to write n*sfw but my hands hurt toodles (i do have a stsg ask that is smutty tho ... will write that soon muahahha)
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itsoutrageouss · 2 years
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Can you do an Eddie x reader angst where reader is a cheerleader that has a MASSIVE crush on Eddie. She asked him out but because she’s a cheerleader he thinks it a joke and mocks her etc
a/n: hey sweetheartss- thank you so fkn much for all the love on my last Eddie post. This is sorta similar but a different scenario- hope you enjoy <3
warnings: kinda mean!eddie in the beginning obv, reader feeling humiliated, super mega fluffy cute ending!!!!
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Nice fucking try - e. m.
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He was never at any of the games- which fair enough, why would he be?
Yet you couldn’t help the disappointment when you scanned the crowd for a specific mop of curls with no luck. You had practiced the fuck out of this routine and yet no one would probably be looking at you- they’d all look at chrissy instead.
It was like this often. You’d search for Eddie, and when you finally caught him, you’d sit and watch his sporadic movements and tales, admiring him from afar. He had sent a couple of sweet smiles your way; that was your only lifeline to him and you being a possibility. You were a cheerleader after all, and you knew how the basket team treated people like Eddie. You knew he probably thought the same of you but you were aching to prove him otherwise.
You had to do something about the way your heart was on fire for him, a bird beating itself to death in a cage, a moth around a lamppost- you couldn’t keep letting it burn until there was only ashes left.
You knew he had his usual hellfire club meeting today, and suddenly the routine you were doing was the least of your concerns- you even stepped on someone’s toes in the process but it didn’t matter. You were going for it. You were gonna give him the sweetest smile and the most sincere smile and ask Eddie Munson on a date, no matter what any of your friends thought. No matter to what depths your social status would go. You would risk it for him, you were head over heels after all.
After changing quickly while ignoring the annoyed look from your friends ‘cause of your routine slip up, you hurried to the hellfire club room.
Rocking back and forth in your converse, you leaned against a locker while fiddling with the strap of your gym bag. No sooner did the door fling open and several members left the room, mainly ignoring you or giving you a suspicious side-eye, except Mike who waved to you, since you knew Nancy. She was one of the few people who you trusted with your feelings about Eddie. When all had left, you stepped inside to see Eddie packing up from the campaign.
You didn’t say anything, heart suddenly in your throat and palms sweaty. The fabric of his white t-shirt was stretching over his back and he reached over the table, not yet noticing your presence.
“Eddie?” You asked softly, but he still jumped at your voice, a few dices clattering to the ground. The room was ominously lit, casting amber shadows over his pretty face.
“Uh, yes?” He asked slightly confused- suspicion already bleeding from his tone. He picked the dice off of the floor and continued to pack everything away while you stood.
“I uhm- well I don’t know if you know my name-“
“- y/n, yeah. I know.” He grumbled, not seeming particularly interested in what you had to say. You tried not to let it defeat the courage that had etched into your skin, dripping on your tongue.
“Was it a good… campaign?” You asked with a weary voice. You had secretly picked up a little starter guide to the dice game Eddie seemed so passionate about, to try and understand him better.
He scoffed. What kind of fucking foolery was the jocks up to now?
He didn’t even bother replying, knowing that wasn’t the reason you were here, was probably a fucking trick question already. You cheerleaders were like little heathens.
When he didn’t reply you felt your face flush in embarrassment- had you said something wrong?
“Okay well uh- I was wondering if,” you stuttered, fumbled over all your words as you kept fidgeting with your bag. The bird in the cage surely almost done for. The moth was growing tired.
“- if you’d like to do something with me sometime? Like hangout? On- on a date or something like that?” You asked. Your voice was breathy and the words came out a lot faster and unsure than you would’ve liked.
Finally he diverted his attention to you, his figure turning torturously slow, a finger raised in the air in front of him. “You’re asking me out?” He asked incredulously. He didn’t believe they would try such an old trick on him.
“Nice fucking tryyyy Princess,” he said loudly, voice dragging out the words- in case any of your friends were on the other side of the door laughing their asses off.
“What, you’d take me out to a nice dinner, laugh at my jokes and let me take you home to my scrappy little trailer? Is that what you want?” He laughed humourlessly, tongue rolling around his cheek while he stalked towards you.
“I- I mean that sounds fine to me?” You tried, voice more unsteady than ever. You couldn’t tell what was happening but the bird and the moth were lying helplessly in your heart and hot tears tickled the corners of your eyes.
“That sounds fine to you? I’m not falling for this shit, little witch. Run back to your friends, will ya?” He didn’t even spare you another glance as he finished cleaning the table and flung his leather jacket on.
You stood motionless, throat bobbing in an effort not to cry. He hadn’t just rejected you, he had completely misjudged you with no after thought- discarded you because of prejudices. You stormed out of the room with a horrible mix of rage and shame washing over you.
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“Something sick happened when all you little sheep left hellfire yesterday,” Eddie began as he placed his lunch tray drown dramatically. He glared over to the jocks table, surprised to instead find you sitting alone, sulking.
“What’s up?” Dustin asked curiously, biting into his apple.
“Little miss y/l/n tried to ask me out yesterday. Tried to humiliate me- but this mighty fucking game master didn’t fall for it,” he said almost proudly, digging into his lunch.
“Woah she asked you out? Was that why she was outside hellfire?” Mike said, voice borderline serious in a way that caught both Dustin and Eddies attention.
“Yes, so? Was expecting me to waltz right into that little trap,” he scoffed.
“Y/n asked you out? Dude she likes you! Seriously- I heard Nance and her talking about it a couple weeks ago in the car. She’s like over the moon for you, man.” Mike gestured around wildly to punctuate his words and their meaning.
Eddie stopped eating instantly, whatever was in his hand clattering to the tray as he looked over to your hunched figure again- head down, not eating, not talking.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck- please tell me you’re joking kid.” He tried desperately, looking between Mike and Dustin who didn’t waver at all. “Nope. No joke. Can’t stop talking about you I swear.”
Eddie buried his head in his hands.
A pretty, nice cheerleader had asked him out- had a fucking crush on him and he mocked her like that? Scared her away? The realisation hit him like a ton of bricks as he dragged his palms over his face and through his hair, reliving the whole experience yesterday; how nervous you had been, how you asked him about this campaign.
Before his mind could prepare him more, he jumped from his seat and ran through the cafeteria, nearly stumbling and drawing all eyes to him as usual.
You looked up, throat twisting into knots as you saw Eddie sit, literally, on his knees on the floor next to the bench where you sat in your solitude.
“Y/n-“ he said, almost out of breath. His eyes were so big and soft, so pleading and glossy, it touched your heart despite the way he broke it yesterday.
“Y/n I’m so sorry. I thought you were messing with me yesterday. Thought it was some kind of joke from your friends or- I didn’t- I didn’t know you meant it but Mike-“ he breathed again, pausing. Everyone was looking at the two of you, your eyes wide at his hasty, guilty confessions.
“Hey, hey-“ you said, placing a hand on his shoulder “-lets uh- go somewhere else, hm?” You tried, standing from the bench. He swallowed loudly before looking around.
“Yeah, yeah okay,” he breathed. When he looked at you then, he swore there was a gleam of something in your eyes.
It was hope.
You took his warm hand and dragged him out into the hall, ignoring the mocking from where your former friends sat. Where you used to be.
Eddie stuck his tongue out devilishly as you passed them before disappearing into the silent hall with you.
“Hi,” you said then, a soft smile splaying on your lips. It made Eddie’s insides flutter, knowing you were being genuine.
“Hey,” he replied with a huff, a broad grin adorning his features now too.
“I’m sorry-“ he began again but you cut him off quickly; his dramatic cafeteria gesture was enough of an apology to you, and you couldn’t even blame him for thinking like that with you being a part of the cheer squad.
“It’s okay, Eddie. I know I don’t seem like the type, but I promise you I- I think I really like you,” you confessed nervously, eyes darting around the tile floor “and I’m not friends with those dickheads anymore. Swear.”
The bird was beating around the cage, wilder and wilder and the moth dances excitedly around the bright burning lamppost.
“So the offers still- its still on?” He asked hopefully. You couldn’t possibly resist those puppy dog eyes he flashed you, the way his hands fidgeted with the rings adorning his slender fingers.
You nodded eagerly, not daring to believe any of this was really happening. “I’m not much for dinners, though” you added. He laughed. A warm sound you could see yourself getting very used to.
“Me neither. We’ll figure something out, hm?” He asked rhetorically, head tilting to the side to peer down at your hopeful face. Your expression made the guilt from yesterday wash away from his conscience, albeit slowly. God you were gorgeous, and he had half a mind to believe he was dreaming in this moment.
“It’s a date, then.” You stated. Before he could reply, you raised to your tiptoes and kissed his cheek gently.
A furious red blush crept up on his cheek and neck, his lips parted in surprise.
“Yeah. Yeah, it’s uh- it’s a date,” he smiled, flustered as he squeezed your hand.
So damn gorgeous, he thought.
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໒⦂ 𝐃𝐈𝐒-𝐌𝐎𝐈 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐓.
synposis. you ask the fontainian boys and girlies for a lesson in the language of their nation — french, to better understand them and become closer.
genre. fluff + crack
ft. navia, lyney, furina, neuvillette
disclaimer. i had french for seven years in school, but my knowledge in the language is in no way perfect, so if i make mistakes, i apologize in advance! pointing out mistakes is okay, but don’t be an ass about it. furthermore, any terms of endearment that are written here will be used with their respective possessive pronoun to keep it gender neutral. for example, cherie is feminine, so i will put ma in front of it. cœur is masculine, so i will put mon. i hope this is lucid enough! lastly, if any qualities used ( fav color, macaron ) do not align with your preferences, feel free to change it in your head — i just used my own to make the sentence flow. OH and one more note i promise- some things can’t really be translated the same in english as they sound in french! mon cœur for example is not really a term of endearment you hear the same in english.. so if the translation sounds weird, it’s just because some things can’t sound the same unfortunately.. THATS WHY FOREIGN LANGUAGES ARE MORE ROMANTIC🗣️🗣️
gender neutral! reader
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➫ 𝓝𝗔𝗩𝗜𝗔 ୨୧ ˎˊ˗
⌗ oh she was so excited when you showed interest in her native language, it was just so romantic and things couldn’t be expressed as deeply in english as they were in french.
⌗ very patient with teaching you! she prefers a more verbal approach with teaching you and despite her formal nature, she teaches you a casual and easy way of speaking that doesn’t make you sound robotic😭
⌗ “imparfait is used a lot when written, in speech however — between you and me.. you don’t hear it really often! so we’re just gonna focus on le passé composé~ <3”
⌗ if you feel insecure about your lack of accent, it’s okay ( bc me too. ), navia won’t judge you for it! she’s just happy that you’re willing to learn for her!
⌗ likes to set up a scenario for you to test your proficiency! this time around, she had invited clorinde to join you both for tea and macarons.
⌗ clorinde was as patient as a one came.. and was happy to be having navia’s macarons once more.
⌗ “ah~ y/n, voulez-vous un autre macaron? quelle saveur souhaitez-vous?” / “ah~ y/n, would you like another macaron? which flavor would you like?”
⌗ clorinde is just sipping away her tea as the gears are turning in your head to answer navia properly. “oui.. um, je voulais un de chocolat, s’il vous plaît..” / “yes.. um, i’d like a chocolate one, please.”
⌗ cue uncertainty in your words but navia just smiles brightly before clapping. “très bien, ma cherie~! voilà, un macaron de chocolat.” / “very good, my darling! here you go, one chocolate macaron.”
⌗ despite your embarrassment, the tea party went surprisingly well? you eventually got a little more comfortable despite your easy way of speaking, but navia couldn’t be prouder<3
➫ 𝓛𝗬𝗡𝗘𝗬 ୨୧ ˎˊ˗
⌗ he is a total tease with it and is the kind of tutor that would ask what you are referring to or press for more information just to mess around with you.
⌗ say he asks what your favorite color is, he’ll totally 100% ask WHY it’s your favorite color, and will await with this innocent smile for you to explain. like so.. “pourquoi le rouge est ta couleur préférée, hm? explique-moi s’il vous plaît, mon cœur~” / “why is red your favorite color, hm? please explain to me, my heart~”
⌗ “one of these days lyney, i swear..” you’d mutter and he’d just put a hand to his ear. “hm, qu’est ce-que vous avez dit? je ne comprends pas!” / “hm, what was that you said? i don’t understand!”
⌗ he is fr testing your patience, and now you are wondering whether or not it was a good idea to say you wanted to learn french. he is the most meddlesome teacher!
⌗ i feel like he’s one of those that refuses to answer you unless you respond in french. doesn’t have to be perfect, but he needs to hear you trying! thinks it’s the best way for you to pick up the language — an environment where you are inclined to speak it!
⌗ he probably makes lynette and freminet join in on this scheme of his.. fremmy is mouthing apologies in english to you while lynette is apologizing for her troublesome brother.
⌗ it’s needless to say, despite the extremities, lyney’s method kind of worked? i mean you’re in an environment where all you hear is french and you are forced to speak it in order to communicate with your lover and his family, sooo.. you’re bound to pick it up. sorta.
⌗ when arlecchino was in town again for a visit to check on her kids, you had this idea once you felt you knew enough of the language to ask for her approval on you dating lyney, since she hadn’t known yet.
⌗ so with lyney present, you shocked him completely by walking up to the fatui harbinger with a shaky confidence, holding your heart as you stared up at her. “madame arlecchino.. il m’a fallu beacoup de temps pour apprendre les mots.. mais,” you paused, sucking in a breath. “je voudrais avouer que je suis très amoureux de ton fils.. et je souhaite votre approbation!” / “miss arlecchino, it took me a lot of time to learn the words.. but, i wanted to confess that i am very much in love with your son, and i wish for your approval!”
⌗ lyney was in complete shock of what his ‘father’ might say, but when the smallest smile painted her lips, relief washed over him. “vous devez vraiment l’aimer beaucoup, si vous avez appris le français pour me dire ça.. vous avez mon approbation.” / “you must love him very much, then, if you learned french to tell me this.. you have my approval.”
➫ 𝓕𝗨𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗔 ୨୧ ˎˊ˗
⌗ oh, you thought lyney was bad? think again. furina is on another level of teaching french and just as troublesome, if not- worse, as he is with his methods of teaching you..
⌗ she’s got you writing, doing grammar and spelling, speaking, reading — everything you can imagine. all because you showed the tiniest bit of interest in the language since furina’s performances are often in french.
⌗ in hindsight, you just wanted to learn to understand her better whenever you attended her shows</3
⌗ when she realizes she’s overdoing things, she eases up and recoils a little, not wanting to overflow you with information. it was meant to be something fun for you both anyway to connect you more, not another year of education for you..
⌗ and so she switches to another method of teaching — which is practicing her scripts with you!
⌗ she helps you with your lines, and whatever you don’t understand, she will explain to you so that you guys can have your little performance together<3
⌗ she’ll summon her little animal friends with her vision to act as supporting cast while the two of you act out your lines. cue you being a flustered mess cuz you’re worried about your pronunciation and emotion since hers is so on point, but her eyes sparkle when she hears you trying. you can tell she’s glad you wanted to do this with her.
⌗ some scripts include her singing and it’s just the most beautiful thing. you had heard her once singing la vie en rose in the shower while reading a book and ever since, you’d wished to hear her again.
⌗ “et tu, mon ange..” she cupped your cheek, eyes filled with love for you. “mon étoile.. ma raison de vivre, de tout mon coeur, corps et âme, t’adore tendrement.” / “and you, my angel.. my star.. my reason for living, with all of my heart, body and soul, i adore you dearly.”
⌗ despite it being part of her lines, the script she was following, you had felt every word that was expressed and knew that furina had meant it all.
➫ 𝓝𝗘𝗨𝗩𝗜𝗟𝗟𝗘𝗧𝗧𝗘 ୨୧ ˎˊ˗
⌗ similar to navia, he’s very patient with you and not as strict as he looks like he would be. he’s very gentle and sweet about it.
⌗ when you told him you wanted to learn his native language, you could see the slightest hint of elation in his visage. if you were around water, it was bound to twinkle in response to his emotions.
⌗ it was decided that he would teach you as best as he could, and his methods were a little less verbal than the others though. he wanted to teach you the written part to help you with vocabulary and forming sentences. if you had that down, you would have a little more ability and inspiration to respond to him more easily.
⌗ although, he loved reading to you as well, even if it made you a little sleepy. his voice was just so soothing, you couldn’t help yourself when it came to monsieur neuvillette</3
⌗ however he made a point to do this after you guys practiced, since he realized it serenaded you more than it taught you.. but he didn’t mind, you looked so peaceful and adorable<3
⌗ still don’t have the pronunciation down for the very machine he used everyday for trials? he’s got you. “selon le jugement de l’oratrice de mécanique d’analyse cardinale..” yes. yes i did that. no translation needed.
⌗ it made you giggle a little when he said it, him obviously not phased by you asking him to pronounce it — little did he know you just wanted to hear him say it cuz it was silly..
⌗ one day you bring him a book series called ‘fables de fontaine’ — which are in essence, folktales of fontaine, with the intention of reading them with his assistance.
⌗ it made him smile to see you shyly hold up the stack of volumes, but he nodded and sat you down on his lap to read them together, as a means of testing your proficiency.. and maybe- just maybe.. cuz you wanted an excuse to be close with him.
⌗ regardless, he didn’t mind and rather valued the time you shared together since he was the ludex of fontaine — meaning he was often very busy and unavailable</3 so whatever time he got with you, was always and forever cherished by him<3 even if you kind of just maybe.. fell asleep midway while reading.. it just made him chuckle before pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead. “beaux rêves, mon bijou.” / “sweet dreams, my jewel.”
notes. i had this in my drafts for ages, to any of my french speaking readers — please don’t butcher me :’))) anyway i hope this was okay, little different from what i normally do since i don’t really showcase me writing in other languages cuz it’s more work to add translations — and it’s difficult to stay gender neutral😵‍💫
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moodreaderlesbian · 2 months
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Rosy Cheeks
pregnant!Larissa Weems x wife!reader
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summary: You tried keeping your bundle of joy to yourselves for as long as you could. But following a blissful morning with your wife, you finally open up to your students about Larissa’s pregnancy.
word count: 3.4k
warnings: fluff, pregnancy, implied smut, brief mention of artificial insemination
a/n: this is very random and I don't have an explanation for why I wrote it but it kind of stands as a 2nd part to Sleepless Nights. this on is for the people who said they'd love to read more pregnant Larissa, so please enjoy <3
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“Can you also get me a glass of water?” Your wife called out from the bedroom. You were hoping Larissa was still in bed, resting for as long as she could before she had to head over to her office for the day.
“Of course. I’ll get you anything, just please stay in bed as long as you can, Rissa!” You answered, bringing her glass to her. “I’ll have your breakfast ready in a minute, too.” You kissed her forehead before hurrying back to the kitchen to put the finishing touches on her favourite yoghurt bowl. “Here you go. I got the berries fresh at the farmer’s market yesterday.” She took the bowl from your hand with a tender smile.
“Thank you, darling.” She took a spoonful of yoghurt, sweet humming noises leaving her lips as she ate. “You must be bribing those farmers with something because these are the best blackberries I’ve ever had.” She added, bringing another spoonful to her mouth. Every single morning since she’d found out she was expecting, Larissa had the same yoghurt with whatever fruits you bought and it never got boring but today’s was the best she’d ever had.
“I have my ways.” You winked teasingly while you changed from your pyjamas to your favourite pair of jeans, a simple white shirt, and a sweater. You quickly popped into the bathroom to see how your hair looked, and after a brief consideration, you decided to let it down for the day.
Once you were back in the bedroom you gathered your things, then organised Larissa’s paperwork she brought back to your bedroom the night before into a neat pile and moved on to waiting for your wife to be done with her meal. Mornings have been quite hectic for you for the past few months because you refused to let Larissa get out of bed until it was absolutely necessary. She had been suffering from insomnia since the end of the first trimester, and you wanted her to get as much rest as she could before work.
At first the blonde tried fighting you, once she even attempted to bring you breakfast in bed like she always did before her pregnancy but she was getting forgetful, consequently completely forgetting about the scrambled eggs she was making you and ended up setting off the smoke detector at 6 AM.
“Darling, can you please sit for a second?” Larissa asked as she was finishing up her bowl, her blanket still wrapped around her.
“Sure, whatever you want, love.” You were in a constant state of worry, so your mind immediately jumped to the worst case scenario. “Are you okay?” Something was wrong.
She put her empty bowl down on her nightstand and scooted a little closer to you. “Please try to relax. Both the baby and I are absolutely fine, you don’t need to worry.” She said as she ran a hand through your hair. It felt good, Larissa knew exactly how to approach you when you were stressed. “You are spreading yourself too thin for me. I’m perfectly alright, and I can do things alone.” Your wife kissed the top of your nose before she unwrapped the blanket from around herself and turned around to get off the bed, about to head off to your shared closet to get dressed for the day.
Larissa knew you were only trying to help, but as much as she appreciated everything you did, she had a hard time gazing into your tired eyes every day before you finally fell asleep.
Reaching her arms in the air and arching her back, the blonde stretched and let out a satisfied groan as her whole body finally felt right again after a night spent tossing and turning and walking around the apartment and waiting for sleep to come - it rarely ever did these days. You were happy she always got some relief, at least, from her morning stretches, but all your eyes could focus on was her bump. Her belly really popped in the previous few days, and you loved it.
You knew she was right though. You were exhausted after doing everything you possibly could for her, but you promised her you would never let anything happen to your baby, and you were not about breaking promises. “I know you can do things alone..” You sighed. “I’ll try to give you more space to do whatever you need to do before stepping in.” She gave you a smile thank-you as she lowered her arms slowly with the most conscious movements, pulling her silk pyjama top down to cover her growing belly for the little time it took her to get to the closet.
“Thank you, I appreciate that. You know I’ll let you know if I need help.” Your wife explained from the other side of the door as she changed. “For example, I could very much appreciate it if you could do my hair for me. I’ve done enough reaching while I put this awful shirt on.” She smiled, sitting down at her vanity. You got to work on her beautiful white blonde hair.
Nobody at Nevermore knew about your bundle of joy yet, hence your wife’s awful shirt. You weren’t sure when it would be appropriate to start telling people, you didn’t want to jinx it so you kept putting the big announcement off until you realised you didn’t even want to announce it. People would inevitably start noticing the changes of Larissa’s body, and you waited with breaking the news until someone specifically asked. You didn’t know how your colleagues or the students would react. Letting them figure things out on their own time was probably your best option.
You noticed Larissa resting her hand on her belly while you were putting the last few pins into her hair, and you couldn’t help but smile as a fuzzy, warm feeling filled your heart. Your eyes met your glowing wife’s in the vanity mirror.
The next thing she knew, you were rounding her chair and straddling yourself on her lap for a second so you could kiss her before both of you left your quarters to get to work. She blushed into your kiss, and her hands pulled you as close to her as they could before she slipped her tongue into your mouth.
Her kiss was desperate.
She wanted to make sure you were thinking of the sensation of her lips on yours all day instead of worrying about her and the baby. Her hands slipped down to the waist of your jeans, and she unbuckled your belt with ease, moving onto the buttons of your jeans.
“We don’t have time for this, Rissa.” You said in an attempt to stop her, your voice coming out more like a moan than you had meant it to. You could appreciate a morning quickie, especially because you knew how much your wife loved them, but you really needed to get to your classroom early to set up a few things before the students arrived.
Her fingers didn’t stop moving around the buttons as she answered. “I have time.” You hissed when her hand landed on your abdomen. “And it seems like what I’m about to do makes you just as excited as it does me.” She smirked confidently.
“I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but I really don’t have time this morning. We’re doing presentations, and I have yet to set up the classroom..” Your words were met with a disappointed frown. “But I’m all yours this afternoon, I have no clubs today.” You added as you brought your lips to hers. She eagerly planted a kiss onto your lips, partly in understanding.
Partly to show you what you were missing out on.
Your eyes met hers before you rose from her lap. She’d always been beautiful, but her pregnancy glow was something else. Her rosy cheeks and her radiant skin made resisting giving into whatever she wanted to do much harder.
Whenever you looked at her bump, her growing and gorgeous baby bump, all you could think about was the indescribable love you had for her, for your wife who was carrying your baby. How could anyone possibly expect you to say no to the woman who kept your little girl safe and sound in her body until she was ready to make her entrance into your world and change your lives forever?
“I think some students are onto us.” You said to take Larissa’s mind off things as you started buttoning your jeans after you stood up from her chair.
It sounded like you were implying the two of you had been trying to pull off some kind of evil plan. Maybe your wording was wrong.
Or perhaps you were still too anxious about having anyone but Larissa and yourself know of your miracle.
Taking a few deep breaths before standing up, the shape-shifter followed you, going to grab her papers you collected earlier that morning. “How come?” She questioned as she flipped through the pile.
“I have at least 3 people in my classes who ask how you’re doing, every single day without fail.” You explained, pouring some of the coffee you made earlier that morning into a tumbler.
It was sweet of your students, really. They couldn't have known all they did was bring up things you were barely comfortable discussing with Larissa herself.
“You know I don’t mind you telling them.” Larissa said when she entered the kitchen with the papers in hand. Of course you knew. “I’d be relieved if people knew, I could finally stop trying to hide baby with these ugly shirts.” She added as she sat down by the table with an exhausted sigh. She knew you didn’t really like the idea of letting the students or your colleagues in on your secret. You wanted to keep your baby just yours for as long as you could. “Take your time, though.” She smiled. It looked genuine, but it didn't feel it.
You knew Larissa hated that she didn’t fit into her dresses anymore. She started wearing looser dress pants and shirts lately, but they were not her style, and even the new shirts started tightening around her belly, too. She’d told you many times that she understood why you wanted to keep her pregnancy a secret from everyone, she was very understanding of your concerns for her but you knew she was starting to have enough of having to dress to hide herself.
“I’ll talk to my students today. I’m sorry it has taken me so long, love.” You knew it had to be done, and you’d do anything for your wife’s comfort.
“Thank you, darling.” Larissa replied, holding her arms out to invite you in for a hug. You gladly took her up on her offer, letting her pull you into her embrace as she still sat by the kitchen table.
You ran your fingers down your wife's back and felt her body relax. Her grip around your waist loosened, she rested her head on your stomach, and you felt your breathing sync up as your bodies connected. “I was so busy trying to take care of you this morning that I didn’t even ask how you were feeling.” You admitted as the realisation hit you. You were so selfish. How did you forget to ask?
“I’m alright.” Larissa whispered, burying her head in your sweater. “And baby is alright too.” You couldn’t help the smile that crept onto your lips.
“Did you get any sleep?” You asked as you kept running your hand up and down her back softly. She let out sighs and hums as you did so.
“Not really. I was up all night, so I did some work, hence the pile.” She confessed with a groan, glancing at the pile of papers she had placed on the dining table. “At some point, I actually took a trip to my office because I ran out of things to do.”
You always felt guilty that you slept through the night while she lay awake, working and doing God only knows what else. “You know you could’ve woken me.”
Larissa knew, you told her every morning and night, but she never wanted to disturb you. You slept so peacefully that it would’ve been a crime to wake you. “I know, but it’s bad enough that I can’t sleep, you don’t need to suffer with me all night.” The blonde said, and she let go of your waist. “I’ll just take a nap this afternoon before your classes finish, like I always do.” She reassured you with a soft beam. “We better get going, or you’ll be late for your first lesson, and we don’t want you getting called to the principal’s office, do we?”
“I wouldn’t mind. I hear the principal loves me.” You teased, reaching out a hand to Larissa to help her to her feet.
Taking your hand, she stood up and stretched her back before going to put her heels on. “Well, I hear the principal is hoping nobody will bother her today so she can get some rest and finish the work she started last night.”
You beat Larissa to her papers, slung your own bag over your shoulder, and took your coffee before slipping into your shoes. “I will make sure everyone knows not to bother the principal today.” You said with a quick smile as you stood on your tiptoes to give your wife a peck on the lips.
“Thank you, dearest.” She opened the door to her office. It really came handy lately that her – your – own private quarters were connected to her office, you were much more comfortable leaving her alone for the day so close to your own home. “You can just leave those on my desk.” She pointed at the papers in your hands.
“I will see you later, Rissa. I love you.” You called out from the doorway and sent a smile her way. “Don’t overwork yourself, and try to rest as much as you can.”
She loved her job, so of course she had a hard time slowing down, even though you reminded her to do so more often than she liked. As challenging as she found learning how to let go of some of her responsibilities and duties, she knew you were right to ask her to rest more. Getting to where you were now took a lot out of both of you. You had spent several nights and days in agony while you waited to see if the pain Larissa endured to be able to get pregnant would be worth it. “I love you too, darling. Now shoo! Leave us to rest.” She said with a smile as she stroked her bump gently.
. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .
When you got to your classroom, you quickly set it up for the day, pushed the tables together, and turned on the projector before students started arriving. The lesson passed by pretty fast, some put more effort into their work than others but all in all you couldn’t complain about anyone’s work in particular. You already knew the usual question about your wife’s well-being was coming right before you’d dismiss your students, so you decided to beat your students to the question.
“Before I let you go on your break, I’d like to thank everyone for the wonderful job you did today. I know presentations can be stressful for some, but I was very pleased to see you all do so well. However long you spent on your work, please know that it was worth it and I appreciate your work.” You said, very clearly stalling and wasting time before you had to get on with what you actually wanted to say. “There’s also something else I’d like to talk to you about. I have noticed that some of you have taken an interest in how Principal Weems has been doing lately, and I’d like those of you who have asked me about her to know that she appreciates you asking about her.” A few faces lit up around the room, the students in question gave you wide smiles. Others exchanged whispers and confused looks. “It has never been a secret that Principal Weems and I are married, and we have been for quite some time now, but what only a few very observant of you have figured out the past few months is that we are expecting.” Your statement was met with even more confused looks. “We are expecting.” You repeated for clarification. “As in, we are going to have a baby.”
“Keep the volume down while I step out, please.” You requested as you made your way to the door. “I’ll be just outside, so I will hear everything.” You added before stepping out into the hallway. To your surprise, it was Larissa waiting for you. “Rissa. Is everything okay? You could’ve called me and I would’ve gladly come up to your office.” You probably sounded worried – most likely because you were worried.
The silence of the room was broken immediately, you had absolutely not expected your students to have so much to say about the matter, but apparently, they did. You tried to ask them to cut it, but there was no use. Minutes later, someone knocked on the door, and that unexpectedly shut them up.
“Everything’s fine, darling.” She said, rolling her eyes playfully as she shook her head, smiling. “I just didn’t know if you checked your messages during class, so I thought I’d better come down and say sorry for what I said this morning.” You stood there in the hallways, utterly confused.
What was she sorry for?
“I know you aren’t ready to tell your students about our baby, and I feel like I put too much pressure on you this morning. Sometimes, I forget that you feel very differently about letting our colleagues, our students, or anyone at the school in general, in on your life outside the classroom than I do. I've been here much longer than you, I've grown used to my life being interwoven with everything and everyone at Nevermore, but I understand you like to have your privacy. Especially about something so darling to you..” Your wife nodded with a sweet smile as she caressed her bump. “.. to us.”
“I was wrong to ask you to tell them just because I’m ready to let people know. I’m sorry.” Larissa muttered as she held her free hand out in your direction, she looked nervous which was rare for her. The way her eyebrows furrowed didn't fit her face. She looked better with a smile.
You took her hand and brought it to your lips to place a soft kiss on her thumb. “It’s okay, my love. It’s really not as big a deal as I made it sound, I just like keeping my work and home life separate. But I have to get used to how that’s not really possible at Nevermore.” Her red lips turned up in a beam. “And you were late, they already know.” You added with a small giggle as you glanced back toward your classroom. “But there’s some confusion, I’m pretty sure they think I’m pregnant.”
Her eyes widened before a tender laugh escaped her as her eyes widened. “What I’m hearing is that your students are too well behaved, and not enough of them get sent to my office.”
“I’m not sure I agree with you, but I’m sure they would be happy to know that’s what you think of them. I have to get back to them before they destroy my classroom, though.” You nodded in the direction of the door behind you.
Larissa reached around you and held the door open, following you in after you entered. The students fell silent the second they saw her, you could've heard a hairpin drop if you listened carefully.
“Principal Weems was just telling me how well-behaved you all are because she doesn’t recall seeing any of you in her office lately. I tried to convince her that she must be thinking of someone else, but I could get used to this silence so I’ll take the compliment and hope you don’t make her change her mind about you any time soon.” You said and caught a few students giggling at your little monologue. Others were too busy eying the principal. You swore you could see the light bulbs go off in their heads when they realised what they were seeing. Your secret was out, and as private of a person as you were, it was good to see your students smile at you.
You loved them.
The bell rang, and your students started packing up their things, eager to leave for their first break of the day, but you could hear quite a few of them congratulate Larissa on their way out. She said her thank-yous to each and every one of them with a warm smile while you organised your handouts for your next class at your desk.
Maybe sharing a little bit more about your life wouldn’t kill you.
. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .
“I have a free period before my next class.” You said when the last students left the room.
Larissa’s eyes practically shot to you. “Do you now?”
“Yeah, I was going to go up to your office to see you, even though I know you said you wanted to rest. I feel really bad about cutting your fun short this morning.” You grinned at her as you put the last few papers in their place.
“Sit on my desk.” She stated the second the door locked behind you.
“I’m sure you can make it up to me somehow.” Your wife said, suggestively smiling at you before she took your hand and guided you up the stairs.
“Are you sure you want to do this here? Wouldn’t you be more comfortable in bed?” You could feel heat rising in your core, you’d been eagerly waiting to feel her unbutton your jeans again since that morning, but her well-being was your number one concern regardless.
The soft smile she had on her face disappeared, her eyes lost their usual kindness, and they glared at you more like when Larissa was dealing with a student who had upset her greatly. She towered over you and pushed you to the door. “I don’t remember telling you to start asking questions. I told you to sit on my desk, didn't I?” Without another word, you did as you were told. “Was that so hard?” She cooed as she pushed your legs apart.
You shook your head, staring up at her. Her hands quickly found their way to your waist, deja vu hit you as she removed your belt and effortlessly unbuttoned your jeans. She grabbed onto your thighs, pulling you to the edge of the desk she cupped your cheeks in her palms.
“I want to see you strip, right here.” She breathed into your mouth.
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hobiebrownismygod · 28 days
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HAIII HELLOOO HOW ARE U DOING so i just had a random idea and i cant stop thinking about it. you can it ignore it i'm just asking
basically hobie x reader (can be fem or gender neautral idc) where reader is like a siren but isnt dangerous and likes swimming in the canal that hobie's boat is in and then like one night he spots reader in the water
idk if that makes sense words are not wording right now 😭 but yeah you can do whatever you like with the rest. thank yewwww 🙏🏾💞
wait omg I love this idea!! its so cute and I totally see why it's been stuck in your head lol I went kind of overboard with the lore for this one. I also made it femreader because that's easier for me to write and hopefully that's okay!! I hope you like how I wrote it <3
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Humming under his breath, Hobie stood at the edge of his deck, staring out into the distance, mind overrun with quiet thoughts. The night was basically silent, no people nor animals in sight, just Hobie and his canal boat, slowly drifting along the soft waves.
He was still fairly close to shore, and could see some faint lights of alive homes, but it was growing very late, and everyone was going to sleep for the night.
But Hobie couldn't sleep. He was tired, of course, anyone would be after the day he'd had...but he just couldn't sleep.
It was difficult for him to sleep these days. So many scenarios littering his mind, making him think, fear, dream. Not a day went by where he wasn't suddenly awoken by a terrible nightmare, the screeching of civilians flooding his brain, images of horrific villains filling his dreams.
So staring out at the water, enjoying the silence, it was much more calming for him. It was also a way for him to avoid the sleepiness crawling up his spine, latching its gentle claws around his shoulders and pulling him into the soft, warm enclosure of his bed.
But he refused to give in to the temptation, to the tiredness. What he'd experience when he was asleep was too much to bear.
Besides, he couldn't have any nightmares if he was awake.
Suddenly, Hobie's expression perked up, and he leaned his head forward. He'd heard something, but he wasn't sure what. He stopped humming, the area around him falling completely silent as he strained his ears to listen for whatever might have been there.
He heard a faint hum.
His spider-sense began to tingle.
The song was beautiful, nothing like he'd heard before. It was quiet, soft, reminding him of the way a hug would feel, warmth and love, wrapping around one's body and holding them close. It was musical, vibrant, but just enough to make him feel even sleepier than before.
It was also strangely enchanting.
After a beat, Hobie began to hum along. He knew the tune. He wasn't sure how, but he did know it. A simple five or six notes, easy to remember, easy to memorize, easy to single along with.
And then he realized he was humming alone. The other voice had disappeared.
He furrowed his brows, confused as to where it could've gone.
A ripple passed by, just barely changing the surface of the dark, murky water below. He stumbled back slightly, immediately on defense mode as he peered over the edge, gaze hardening over the sight of a few bubbles, slowly rising to the surface.
"Hello?" He called out softly.
For a moment, he thought nothing would happen. That he'd just been imagining it. Hallucinating even, the little sleep he'd had finally getting to him.
But he watched as a pair of eyes appeared, the outline of luscious hair and a head parting the waters, peering up at him.
He stared, mouth opening in awe.
You were beautiful.
Your face was just barely illuminated by the moonlight, glistening down on the droplets dripping down your smooth skin, just your face and neck having protruded out of the water.
You cocked your head to the side slightly, as if curious, inspecting him as he put his hands on the railing separating him from the open waters. "Hello."
His breath hitched in his throat. "Who...are you?" He asked after a moment, struggling to find his voice.
You smiled, enjoying his reaction. Before you could respond you were interrupted by a loud blare. Another boat was approaching, one that looked similar to a police boat almost.
Hobie looked up too, caught off-guard, and his expression immediately hardened. When he noticed you about to submerge yourself in the water again, he quickly reached a hand out.
"Wait!"
You looked back up at him nervously, eyes flitting between him and the slowly approaching vessel. The silence was thick enough to be sliced, his soft breaths and the ripples of the water both louder than the sound of the boat that was coming closer.
Your eyes stayed on each others, hundreds of thousands of words being exchanged in a single moment. It was like he could read your mind, and you could read his. An odd, yet welcomed, connection.
"What are you?" He asked softly. You smiled once again, eyes crinkling up slightly. When you opened your mouth to speak, Hobie was blown away.
What you spoke wasn't English, but it was like he could understand every word, your voice like a tune, another lovely song, sung by a perfect voice. He exhaled softly when you finished, nodding furiously.
"I-uh-" he stuttered, realizing the boat was only getting closer, the officers' voices growing louder and louder. "Do you speak English?" he asked quickly, praying under his breath that your answer would be-
"Yes."
He grinned, cocking his head to the side slightly as he stared down at you. "I-"
The horn of the police boat sounded again and you snapped your head to the side, pretty eyes widening before you looked back at Hobie. He opened his mouth, hoping to delay you just a moment longer, calling out, "Wait-!"
But you were already gone, having disappeared under the surface without a trace, lost to the pitch black, shallow waters of the canal. He stared back at the slight ripples still emanating from where you'd left before running over to motor and roughly turning it on.
He had to escape, as quickly as possible. If he got caught now, he'd be out of a home, and he'd grown quite used to this little boat he loved so much.
But those lovely eyes were still stuck in his head. He chuckled to himself as he turned the tiller, steering himself in the opposite direction of the officers chasing him. He hummed those same four notes to himself, your gorgeous melody turning into a tune he didn't think he'd ever quite forget.
He hoped...no he knew that wouldn't be the last time he saw you. Hobie Brown was never one to let an opportunity slip past him, and this little encounter seemed to be much more than that. The way you'd looked at him, spoke to him, smiled at him-
Could it be fate? Hobie didn't believe in fate.
But this just felt so real. So real that he couldn't help but hope that it was fate.
That he was meant to see you again.
Because he would, whether it was written in the stars or not.
He'd find the girl with a voice of gold.
No matter how long it took.
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bellewintersroe · 2 months
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okay i'm glad! then i'm sending this in if you ever get back in a BoB mood, but no pressure :)
can i request headcanons on how some of them would react (i was thinking mainly Liebgott, Roe and Speirs, but absolutely feel free to add anyone you want too like Luz or Malarkey) if the Easy company gets dispatched in a town near the sea/has to sleep in a beach or similar, and the sweet and kind nurse that is always dispatched with the second battalion (who everyone is crushing on ofc hahaha) as soon as all the high ranks are gone just, takes off her uniform (so she is like in her bra and underwear) and just bolts it towards the sea, calling for the others to join her and play around in the water, because she just loves the sea that much?
i just thought something fun and light could be cute, since the boys definitely need some fun time :)🫶🏻
heyyyy omg so sorry it’s taken so long to reply but thank you thank you thank you for your request! I love this idea sm!! I have altered it slightly to make it more realistic (don’t ask why cos I bend the rules all the time) but I hope these head cannons are okay!!! &lt;3 <3 <3 <3
Band of Brothers x Nurse!Reader Headcannons
General HC’s for 2nd battalion + some more men reacting to their well loved nurse having some fun in the water.
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So first let me set the scene, you’ve all just been told you’re being shipped back off to the pacific and morale has somewhat dropped again.
theres so much anxiety snd tension in the air that nobody really can unwind, so after one particularly gruelling training session, 2nd battalions nurse decides to have a little fun…
It’s a boiling hot day in Austria, the lake looks so inviting, and she’s such a sweetheart she just wants to boost morale. All the men absolutely adore her, if they don’t have a crush on her they find her endearing and a comfort to them.
“fuck it.” She mutters, stripping off her uniform as she runs closer to the pier, dropping each piece of clothing behind her.
One by one all the men’s heads turn and then suddenly begin whooping and whistling in excitement. Joe Liebgott:
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Stunned to see you stripping off, in fact he remains frozen with his jaw dropped for a few moments. He’s so used to seeing you all covered up and oh my god boobs.
“Close your trap, Joe, you’re trapping flies.”
wouldn’t take much convincing to get in, I think he’d be super playful with you, splashing you and dunking you.
deffo splashes you a little too much, but when you’d jump on his back and he feels the press of your boobs against his bare back- uhhhh his brain turns to mush.
“It’s so nice, isn't it Joe?”
“Uh- yeah, so nice…” deffo gets a boner.
Eugene Roe:
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Maybe a lil different scenario, I feel like if there was a group of you he’d probably sit on the side watching and laughing in amusement.
he’d watch you strip off and immediately avert his eyes out of respect but ohmygodogogososo he’s blushing- he hasn’t seen a woman like that for years.
you’re already super close, so to be able to have downtime together creates something more… intimate.
if you’d jump in at the end of the day, the sun setting when it’s just the two of you I don’t think it would take much convincing to for him to get in the water.
you’d float further back from the surface with a smirk as he undressed, jumping in and purposefully splashing you.
would be a little more shy, especially if there’s more men around, but the second you joke about how he might need to give you cpr and the kiss of life he’s smirking and acting all cool and omg.
his hands would snake lower and lower down onto your butt and everybody would be none the wiser around you guys if there was others there.
who knew Roe could be such a flirt?
Ron Speirs:
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Now this guy being your literal superior probably wouldn’t linger around to see you, 2nd battalions own nurse, strip off to go for a swim whilst all the horny men giggle like children from the land.
he’d deffo know he had to be more respectful, but let’s change the time a little, it’s just after the German army surrendered, you’re both wasted.
Rob asks you like ‘so what were you doing in the water the other day?’
You’d tell him in return you were just having some fun and he should’ve tried it. Ron, in a celebratory mood, and captivated by how fucking beautiful you are just thinks ‘fuck it’ and makes the decision to go on a ‘walk’.
You end up pushing each other into the water.
for a moment you’re probs shocked that this is literally Captain Speirs you’re swimming with, but things get… heated and there’s no time to think about being intimidated.
you’d deffo probs have the hottest, spontaneous sex with him in the water lmaooo.
George Luz:
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You just know this man would be the first one to jump in with you OMG.
he’d be so excited like finally, somebody’s just as fun as he is…
Probs like that kid on holiday that takes it too far and dunks you to the point you’re so out of breath.
I feel like you two would physically play fight to playfully drowning each other. Would be chaos central and anybody who tried to come near you would get a face-full of water.
Don’t be surprised if you wake up the next day with bruises.
kinda sweet tho, you’d lay on the beach together the same night and he’d be all sweet, apologising and checking he didn’t take it too far?
Don Malarkey:
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Everybody knows Don needs this time to unwind and just have some fun.
for the first time in months he feels more like himself, the two of you already have a very close bond so it makes you both so mutually happy to the see the other so care free.
I think he’d be laughing like crazy, probably throwing you off the dock and then jumping in after you, cos even tho he’s playing around he doesn’t want to be too rough with you.
would happily shove any of the other men in the water so that the two of you are left standing on the land together.
When he see’s you in your wet bikini oh my godddd- his brain turns to mush and he practically avoids even making eye contact with you he’s that nervous.
when you sit on his lap later that evening he’s done for.
he’s a little stunned cos you’re always so sweet and innocent… but it feels like a dream come true for Malarkey.
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helloheyhihowdyheya · 10 months
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Happy one year of being here! I love all your works
I was wondering if you could do a suggestive best friends to lovers with Eddie Munson? No other suggestions, i'm sure whatever you do will be absolutely amazing!
- @eddiesprincess86
Hi!! You're too kind, thank you so much <3 I hope you like it! @eddiesprincess86
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"French kissing cannot be that good," you mused out loud, your eyes reading through a romance book a friend had recommended. Eddie sat on the couch, recliner kicked out, while your head rested on his stomach. Your legs stretched out across the couch as his laughter rumbled beneath you.
"You can't be serious." Disbelief bubbled up between Eddie's words, interrupted by more laughter. But you were serious. The girl in this book seemed to think kissing with tongue was life-changing, world-shattering.
You shook your head, a small smile growing. "This is just a bit cheesy, that's all. No one like it this much."
"I do," Eddie said, and you twisted your neck to glance at him. He merely shrugged at it were obvious. "Haven't you had any good tongue in your mouth?"
"Ugh. Why would you put it that way?" You turned back away, trying to bury your face in the book. "And no. I haven't had been kissed in a way that 'invaded my mouth, my senses, my soul until I could only feel him," you read from the page.
It seemed nice in theory, but it didn't sound believable.
Eddie's arm nudged your shoulder. "C'mon, never? I don't believe that, sweetheart."
A flicker of heat blossomed to your cheeks. Maybe you shouldn't have said anything — shouldn't have accidentally come clean about this. Still, he waited for your answer, so you muttered out a quiet, "No."
You felt the breath Eddie blew out, felt the weight of it hit you. If you reread this page a twentieth time, maybe it'd swallow you whole. That sounded nice.
"Would you like to? Be kissed like that, I mean." His voice had dropped a bit lower, and you could feel the rumble of it from where you laid on him. The heat coming from his body was enough to send you on edge, but then he brushed a finger along your arm. "We don't have to 'f course. Just think you deserve to."
Your heart thrummed louder in your chest, sure that Eddie could hear it. The barely-there touch of him on your skin clouded your mind, making it too hard to think about kissing your best friend — a scenario that'd run through your head a thousand times before.
"Okay," you whispered. Your fingers gripped tight to the book, but they let go in an instant when Eddie plucked it from you. He set it down carefully somewhere before holding your hand.
"You gotta come over here, sweetheart," he breathed out. Inch by inch, you turned around until you sat with your knees under you facing him. He let out a soft laugh. "Closer than that if you want the full experience."
And you did. So you let him rest his hands on your hips and guide you to sit on his lap, your legs straddling his. If your skin wasn't on fire before, it was now.
"This okay?" he asked, a kindness in his words.
"Yeah, Eddie."
Sat so close to him, you memorized the curls of his hair, studied the silver rings on his fingers. Anything to keep you from having to look at his face.
But he'd have none of it, his hand coming to softly hold your chin. He brought it up until your gaze met his. The warmth buzzing in his dark eyes made you relax just a little, your muscles unraveling themselves. This was Eddie, your Eddie. The one that you had sleepovers with, stole the food from his fridge, and braided his hair on the weekends.
"You ready?"
You watched the way his mouth formed the words, staring at him as you hadn't allowed yourself to before. He brought a hand up to your cheek, brushing his thumb back and forth across your skin. Would this make things weird and ruin your friendship forever?
But as his tongue slipped out to wet his bottom lip, you found that you couldn't give a shit about ruining your friendship.
"Please."
A smile grew on his face while his gaze roamed across you. A broken breath escaped you as Eddie leaned in, his hands cradling your jaw.
Eyes slipping shut, you met him halfway. His lips barely touched yours, just a brush of contact to give you time to pull away. And when you didn't, he surged forward like a starving man.
His mouth moved against yours, stealing the air from your lungs. Your fingers gripped his shoulders to keep from collapsing into him. Some part of you tried asking whether this compared to the book, but as Eddie's tongue brushed along your lip, the thought completely slipped out of your head.
You opened your mouth for him, nearly whining as he ran his tongue against yours. At some point, your hands had tangled themselves into his hair. He pulled you so close, the feeling of his body against yours all encompassing.
Your mind had been elsewhere, somewhere that had to be close to heaven, until Eddie finally pulled away. He rested his head back against the couch with a permanent smile.
Your quickened breaths mixed together in the space between the two of you. You pressed your forehead against his, blinking your eyes open. His hands dropped to the outside of your thighs, rubbing circles against your skin.
"Okay," you whispered with a hint of a smile, "Maybe the book had a point."
Eddie smirked at you. "Maybe?"
You lightly tugged on his hair, earning you a soft pinch on your leg. You would've collapsed into laughter had you not been fixed in place by the soft look in his eyes. It made you hope, gave you enough courage to say something.
"So... would staying as friends be weird after this?" you asked, your fingers playing with the hem of your shirt. You chewed on the inside of your cheek, preparing yourself for his answer.
"Probably," Eddie said, pausing for a moment. "Let's not stay as friends then. Problem solved."
Was it that easy? Everything had always been easy with Eddie, and this would be no different. You couldn't stop the grin from growing across your face at the thought. Staring at him, you whispered an echo of his words, "Problem solved."
And French kissing certainly wasn't the last thing Eddie taught you.
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heeseungzz · 2 years
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Hiii!! I was wondering if you could write the reaction of the enhypen members to their girlfriend being a softhearted (extremely caring, sweet, considerate...) person and sometimes people take advantage of her because of that.
It's fine if you can't/don't want to write it!! I hope u're having a good day / night ❣️
enhypen with a soft-hearted partner
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pairing: bf!enhypen x gn!reader
wc: 1k
thank you so much!  i hope you don’t mind, but i made this gender-neutral! <3 ngl i had a bit of trouble writing this since my mbti is ISTJ, who are known for their cold-hearted nature lol... so i hope this turned our semi-decent!
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heeseung
you always offer your help to anyone, even strangers. So he knows if he were ever to ask you for anything, you would drop everything to be there for him
because of that, he makes sure he never asks for too much from you
he loves how caring you are, and it’s one of the things that drew him to you
after a while, he came to realize that your extremely caring nature caused you to sometimes neglect your own needs
he knows he can't change the way you are, So he tries his very best to take care of you and help you recharge
rest of the members under the cut!
jay
he's such a caring person that i can't imagine him with someone who doesn't have those same traits
seeing you being used for your kindness makes him so sad
brings out his protective side, he’s so overprotective with you :(
not even in a possessive way, it's just because he cares about you a whole lot
so he does everything he can to prevent it from happening in the first place
he's so sneaky about it too, like you don't even notice lol
jake
i love jake, i really do but i honestly don't think he would notice until you said something
he would listen to you with his undivided attention, letting you explain how you're tired of people taking advantage of your caring personality
lots of reassurance and tells you he's here for you (along with lots of kisses and cuddling)
in his head he gets a little upset, 1) because he didn't notice this on his own and 2) that other people are using you
after you let him know this he always asks you if you need to rest, or if he can help you in any way
he would do anything for you because he loves you so dearly <3
sunghoon
i feel like he would be drawn to people with a softer personality (you can see how he is with sunoo lol)
he absolutely adores how caring and kind you are, but he gets very upset when someone uses you because of your wonderful traits
he tries his best to understand things from your pov, but really struggles. he’s not selfish, but he knows that there is a time a place to prioritize yourself
always explains to you that you don't owe anyone anything and that it's okay to say no.
i have more thoughts on this so i left a little scenario at the bottom lol
sunoo
he is also like this, so he can really understand where you're coming from
fighting or any type of confrontation makes you very upset, and you do all you can to avoid/prevent it from happening
eventually, this made you have a mini emotional breakdown, which sunoo just happened to walk in on
he would probably end up crying with you but reassures you that you're doing your best and is here for you
would give head pats and back rubs until you're feeling better :(
jungwon
he has such a soft spot for you, and treats you so gently
anytime someone asks you for something, he immediately would tell them to do it themselves lolll
he’s kinda super protective over you so he stops people before you can even agree to help (not in a jealous way tho)
he doesn’t want you to spread yourself too thin, so at least when he’s around he can help you out
obviously he knows you are your own person and you like to please people, but he’s there to remind you to put yourself first!
niki
same as jake, i don’t think he would realize until you said something
but once he found out you were struggling he would be the best support system
his favourite thing about you is how sweet and gentle you are and he constantly tells you that
on days when he can tell you’ve had a tough day, he does everything in his power to cheer you up
he also loves to sleep so he would drag you to the closest surface and make you cuddle with him saying that it would help re-energize you lol
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sunghoon mini scenario!
you finally finished up the project that you had been working on for weeks, leaving you completely exhausted. you handed it in, and were ready to spend the weekend with sunghoon. unfortunately, one of your classmates messaged you saying they completely forgot about their project, and that they need your help. and this wasn’t the first time they have done this. due to your kind-hearted nature, you found it very difficult to say no, especially when someone was asking for your help. you texted sunghoon, letting him know that you would have to move your plans to later, due to your classmate. he was not having any of it, so he ended up going over to your place, knowing the only way to stop you was by physically making you stop. once he arrived, he tried his best to calmly explain to you that you owe your classmate nothing and that you should enjoy your weekend. you really did want to spend time with sunghoon, the boy you loved so dearly, but for some reason, you wanted to help your classmate. it was all so overwhelming you couldn’t stop the tears from falling from your eyes. sunghoon pulled you down onto the couch, playing with your hair until you calmed down. it felt so nice for someone to take care of you, and his hands felt so gentle as they combed through your hair and rubbed circles into your back. after a few minutes passed, sunghoon looked down to see you fast asleep on his chest. it broke his heart to see you so exhausted. so of course before he fell asleep with you, he managed to sneak in a text to that person, warning them to not take advantage of you again.
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i’m a little late but thank you so so so much for 200 followers! it means so much to me <3 i appreciate you reading my works
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whole-circus · 9 months
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i got an idea and i wanted to see your writing with it! <3
jeff, liu and jane (sorry nina </3) with a reader that has known them even way before their incident? like their traumas and jeff’s snapping etc stuff, y’know? the reader has changed a lot ever since they last saw them because of a certain own trauma they have themselves and it really affected them, they were much more of a hopeful and nice person but now theyre rude (not that much of rude to their partner), cold and quiet? their personality is not a ‘acts rude but is nice’ thing, it’s just a complete personality change. few of a physical changes like some scars too. thank u sm!
gn or male is fine, both would be nice, wtv u’d like! and take ur time!
Jeff the Killer, Homicidal Liu and Jane the Killer with reader that has changed a lot since they last met!
➥ Hi dove and thank you!! Here you go! (* >ω<*) (gosh i think im turning into jane enjoyer..) Sorry you waited!
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☆ Jeff the Killer
Okay, you made Jeff all suprised, he didnt expected that kind of change from you but! at the same time he relates. Have you seen him? Boy change so much the last time you saw him. So as weird it is for Jeff typical persona, you have high change that he will be understanding and caring towards you (well, on his own way)! Deep down he can't stand the idea what happend to you, you are similar to him now and he hates to think about that, he turned into monster after all. He came through a lot of shit, but now you too? His feelings didn't change, he still loves you for you, but its break his heart (not that he will show it-). He cares more about you than about himself, and he doesn't like seeing you in such pain.. Get ready to some of this vurnable days with him where its only you two against the world. Jeff isn't the best when it comes to comforting but if you need it, he would gladly complain abot everything or set something on fire.
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☆ Homicidal Liu
Liu is mature when it comes to that topic. He is well aware that people change by years and it would happen sooner or later. Is more worried about your trauma tho, will try his best to help you in any way he could. He understands how much traumatic events affect your brain, and he is patient with you as always, not mad by your cold act. About your change of appreance he doesn't mind, he is just so happy to have you back..! For real, boy missed you a lot. All he wanna do is be for you, and have you in his arms once again. As time passess by, he would gladly talk with you about what happend, if you haven't mentioned it earlier. He doesn't want to be pushy, but he just need to know what happend or he will make worst-case-scenarios in his head.. Anyway, he is glad to be with you again at the end of the day, and he would do anything for you!
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☆ Jane the Killer
Now Jane tends to be really sweet and caring about people she loves, she gives a bit of mom vibes! So I guess you will be in good hands, huh? She understands you well, its not like she know exactly what you feel becasue there is no need to compare your both traumas, but she definitely will comfort you if its needed. And if your trauma is caused by someone, and this person is still alive..come on, say the world and she will get rid off them..I believe Jane is not the biggest fan of killing (even counting bloody thinks she had done), but she would do anything for you if that would help you feel better. About your scars, if you happen to be insecure, she will try her best to make you feel pretty again! A lot of complements and words of support 25/8! Jane also doesnt argue with you or make a huge fuss if you happen to snap at her, she will give you some space if its needed and talk about it with you!
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thefiery-phoenix · 7 months
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Hello. How are you? I hope I'm not bothering you. I'm so sorry your old blog is gone. But I believe you can start over. I wish you the best of luck on your new blog. Can I make a request if requests are open? You shared it once. I wonder if you can do it like part 2? Can you share more for yandere husbands Pollux Black, Cygnus Black, Orion Black, Alphard Black and Severus Snape ? Please
Don't worry you're not bothering me dear, and thank you for the kind wishes for my new blog, I really appreciate the love and support I've received from all of you during those difficult times. I was pretty dejected when my blog got deleted for no reason but it's okay, I'll start over, a fresh start and sure, let's get into this
I'll have to write only for Pollux and Cygnus unfortunately, you've requested for too many characters 😭 Please request for not more than 2 or 3 characters at least for a scenario next time, it gets overwhelming to write for more. I sincerely apologize 😔
Pollux Black: Pollux might love you and be obsessed with you but if you dare to act up in front of him he's not going to appreciate it. As much as he cares for you he's really not above using the Cruciatus curse on you when you misbehave with him and demand for silly things like your freedom and wanting to see your friends and family. He's your family now, you're supposed to be content staying with him, he's already providing everything for you despite your constant tantrums and protests which he's willingly and patiently tolerating, and yet you say you don't want to be with him?
As soon as those words come out of your mouth, you'll be wishing you'd never said that in the first place judging by the dark look that's now plastered across his face. After he's done with torturing you for a while, he'll lock you in a room and ignore you till you apologize to him by literally begging him to pay attention to you, which is what he wants. You better hope and pray to whatever God you believe in because this deranged lunatic will hunt down every friend, family member and person you've come in contact with at least once in your lifetime and murder them right in front of you
If it's a random stranger who bumped into you on some random day, even better as he'll taunt you for having the blood of them on your hands and gaslight you by saying how all this is your fault because you refused to love him and reciprocate his feelings back. This is why I called him a deranged lunatic. When you finally do apologize, his personality will change drastically, like going from a zero to 360 in just a matter of seconds. He'll gently kiss your hands and tell you that you've been a good little darling for him as he patches you up, this bipolar MF 😒 All in all, just be good and you won't have a hard time dealing with this lunatic and try not to make him jealous by mentioning other people in front of him, things will get messy
Cygnus Black: Cygnus is quite fond of books and if you're a writer, lady luck just graced you with good fortune, however of course, as usual there will be consequences since well, is a Black after all. Cygnus will allow you to pursue whatever interests and hobbies you have after he's taken you because he knows you'll be lonely staying cooped up indoors all day long without magic. If you're fond of art, he'll get you the best art supplies galleons and knuts can buy from a reputed store. If you're fond of reading books he'll gladly join you when you're reading as he slowly wraps a protective arm around your waist and pulls you in closer to him while the two of you read. He won't really mind it if you decide to lay down on his lap, he'll be thrilled that you're finally trusting him after so long as he secretly basks in his moment of victory and gently runs his fingers through your hair
This man is territorial and possessive, you can't do anything without taking his permission first and unfortunately that rule applies to you wanting to get your books published for everyone else to read. You decided to ask him about this one day during dinner. He noticed there was something on your mind and you were unusually quiet, at first he thought of using Occlumency on you to find out what you were thinking about, however he decided to be generous and gave you the chance to explain yourself. He'll most definitely use his Occlumency skills on you later though, you know, just as a precautionary measure to make sure you aren't thinking about anything silly like trying to get away from him
"You're quiet today...quiet than usual, I can tell there's something on your mind" he said in a nonchalant voice as he sipped his Earl Grey tea and surveyed you with a calculating look in his eyes, silently trying to draw an answer from you. You slightly fidgeted with the hem of your robes and spoke "I was wondering if I could publish a few of my works to the public..." You were greeted with silence in return as you mentally winced at yourself for coming up with this idea in the first place. You could tell he didn't appreciate the question you've just asked him judging by the way he was starting at you with an unreadable expression on his face
He got up from his chair and strode towards you as he lifted your chin with his finger. "Dear, why would you want insignificant pathetic vermin to tell you how good your work is when you already have me? Is my presence for you not enough?" You were struggling to think of saying something that wouldn't anger him as he continued to speak. "Your writing is one of a kind my love, the others... they're like mere flies who have no experience when it comes to writing, they don't know how creative and beautiful your mind is when you imagine something and put those very thoughts on a parchment. And yet some of them dare criticize you, your work is reserved for me and ONLY me, they don't know you like I do.... the sooner you get rid of this silly notion of yours, the better" as you nodded your head silently and kept eating your dinner
Sure enough he kept a close eye on you whenever you wrote something to make sure your writing didn't go public. Part of him was worried that you'd include some secret message in your writing and then he'd lose you, no.... he couldn't lose you.... he won't lose you, you're his and he'll make sure people pay dearly if they dared to take you away from him
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cloudyyoimiya · 1 year
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His S/o Adopts a Cat Headcanons and Scenario; Sigma
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Sigma <3
Anyways, one day you were strolling through the sky casino, as one does. You decided to go to the landing area and inspect some of the air crafts, nothing out of the ordinary for you.
When you entered the second one, you heard some items being knocked over and a faint meowing noise. Curious, you decided to check out what all of the commotion was about.
You lifted a bag, and there the perpetrator was! A Birman kitten!
Your eyes widened as you stuck out your hands, waiting for the cat to sniff you. Once they did, they started to rub up on your hand. You smiled as you picked up the kitten. Maybe they were someone else’s pet? You’d have to ask Sigma if he knew anything about a guest taking a kitten with them to the casino.
The kitten was perched on your shoulders as you roamed the seemingly endless halls. Eventually you wound up in the kitchen and grabbed some tuna. You then grabbed a plate and put the tuna on it. The kitten darted off of your shoulders, then started to eat their food.
When they were done eating, you cleaned up the plate then started to head towards Sigmas office.
Once you got there, Sigma was immediately taken aback by the small creature meowing. He most likely doesn’t have a lot experience with animals considering he has amnesia, so he didn’t know what to do for the most part.
You asked if he knew of a guest bringing their cat, and he said no. You then decided right then and there that you’d keep the cat for yourself.
I think that he was a little anxious of having an animal in the casino since he thinks that they are unclean and destructive, but his opinion would have to change for you.
Sigma was kind of iffy of the cat at first, but he grew on them. The two of them became buddies after a few weeks.
Sigma would brush the cats fur as a way to relieve some stress he was holding on to.
He would totally spoil the cat too! Sigma would buy the most expensive cat food, buy a gold plated collar, and get expensive cat toys.
Sometimes you’d catch the cat laying on Sigmas lap while he was working. He would slowly pet the feline as he was typing away on his computer.
Having a cat with Sigma wouldn’t be bad at all! In fact it would be quite wholesome considering that this is one of his first experiences with an animal.
Scenario…
You walked back to your shared room, exhausted from all of the walking you had to do today. Why did the sky casino have to be so large? Your poor legs felt like they wouldn’t be able to move for a few days.
When you opened the door, you were greeted with an adorable sight. Your boyfriend, Sigma, was playing with your cat with a tender smile on his face. In his right hand, he held a wand that had a string attached to it. On the string there was a feather and a bell, so each time the cat pawed at the toy there would be a small jingling sound.
You shuffled towards the shadows, hoping to watch this for a little bit longer. You then pulled out your phone from your pocket and started to record the sight before you.
Sigma let out a small chuckle as the feline almost swiped the toy out of his hand. You had to resist audibly cooing at your boyfriend in that moment, he was just too cute for his own good!
After a few minutes of silently observing, you stopped recording the two and made yourself known to Sigma. “I’m home!”
Your boyfriends head whipped around to where you were standing. His face slightly flushed as he responded. “Welcome home, dear.”
You walked over to where he sat, then bent over to kiss his head. “How was your day?”
“Ah, it was fine,” he said as he continued to play with the kitten. “How about yours?”
“It was okay. My legs feel like they’re about to fall off,” you chuckled. You then took off your coat and sat down right next to Sigma. “…You two are adorable.”
Your boyfriends face flushed a little bit more. “Thank you…?”
Eventually the feline flopped over on their side, too tired to continue playing with Sigma. Sigma smiled as he put down the cat toy. He was happy that on that day you decided to keep the cat. He never really liked animals, but he was happy that this feline was able to change his opinion.
Sigma scooped the cat into his arms, then placed them on his lap. He started to pet them slowly, brining the cat to purr and fall asleep. Your boyfriend then leaned his head onto your shoulder, a content sigh leaving his lips.
“Thank you,” he said quietly.
“For what?”
“For being here with me.”
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anyways, as always, requests are open!
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For requests... how about
Megumi introduces reader to his friends and Gojo. He is making a big deal about it bc he knows how they can be and that they will probably embarrass him and make reader who is an introvert too uncomfortable.
But like in a fluffy, funny way
- simpdox (its a side blog so I have to ask in anon but tag me if/when you wrote it! Plss)
a/n: okay so I was trying to figure out what kind of setting to do for this, and I was conflicted about reader being from the Kyoto school but I just found out they're about 6 hours apart! so, reader is a regular Tokyo civilian. Ending kinda sucks in my opinion but I literally could not figure out the right way to end it.
here you go @simpdox ! <3
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You were seated shot-gun next to your boyfriend of three months as he drove the two of you to a small outdoor lunch place you hadn't tried before to meet his two close friends. Truthfully you were excited, Megumi on the other hand was... worried to say the least.
Nobara and Yuuji could be overbearing, loud, annoying, overwhelming, and idiots to say the least, and you, well you are quieter, overwhelmed easily most times, and too kind to admit the latter to those overwhelming you. Megumi didn't want to ever make you feel those uncomfortable feelings so he kept putting off you meeting Yuuji, Nobara, and especially Gojo.
Ideally you could meet them each one at a time, or maybe never meet Gojo. Yet it didn't workout like that.
"You know we really don't have to go today, I could tell them you don't feel good and I can take you home"
"Meg. I am excited to meet your friends and you aren't changing my mind"
"I just want you to be comfortable and they're really loud and talk way too much, and I can barely handle it sometimes so why would I put that on y-"
"Baby, I understand where you're coming from, but I don't mind people like that, sometimes it's just nerve racking trying to make a good first impression"
"You'll be great, considering they like me, you basically already passed"
You both laughed and you changed the topic to avoid the anxiety building in your chest. You spent the short remainder of the ride mentally rehearsing every scenario and every outcome.
When you arrived it was hard to miss where the two were seated.
"FUSHIGURO WE'RE OVER HERE!!!" Yuuji yelled from ten feet away as if you two couldn't see his pink spikes from a mile away.
Nobara was the first to jump up and greet you. "Oh my god" "You're y/n" "You're so beautiful" She was immediately embracing you and taking you in. "Your jeans, they fit so well where did you get them? Are they tailored?" You were racking your brain, why didn't I think about this possibility. "Uh, I think they're thrifted, just a lucky find" you spouted out hoping you told her the truth, "I can check the brand for you?". Nobara smiled at you, "You could do me one better, and one day me and you go shopping together".
You paused mentally, she was making plans with you so soon, how could she know if you liked you already? Was she just saying things? God she seems like the kind of girl who already has a million pairs of perfect jeans. All you could do was smile and tell her that it sounded great, while your mind was ticking away at whether or not she already thought you were cool.
Yuuji who greeted Megumi first, finally turned and him and Nobara swapped greeting positions.
"You're y/n!!!"
"You're Itadori!"
"Does Fushiguro ever talk about me? No. Better question? You really like him right? He really likes you and has been talking about you for like six months. Head over heels. Puppy love, he's never talked about someone so much. I feel like a proud dad".
You blushed at Yuuji's statements, "Really he's been talking about me before we were even together?"
"Wait what? He's talked about you like he already put a ring on it since the first the first time he mentioned you"
Megumi who was still by your side seemed a little peeved at the leak of information and was the first to suggest you all sit down at the table they had gotten for you all.
You all continued talking, Nobara and Yuuji asking an array of "get to know you questions" and Megumi sat there holding your hand firmly to remind you he was there.
It truly wasn't bad. They were both incredibly kind to you, they even took an interest to ask you about what you ordered, they would've gotten to know your whole family history if it was socially acceptable.
The afternoon was filled with laughter, eating, Yuuji seeing if he could chug a glass of pink lemonade, Nobara shamelessly cheering him on, and Megumi watching in slight disgust, slight amazement. It was nice, especially when you and Megumi caught moments to have your own conversations when the other two went off on their own bickerings.
"I like your friends honey"
"They like you too, you doing okay?"
"Yeah I'm actually good"
Megumi took the brief moment of false privacy to kiss your forehead when Nobara and Yuuji yelled,
"WHOA PDA POLICE" "GET A ROOM" "THIS IS SICKENING"
They both busted out laughing at their antics and Yuuji reassured you they were only joking and that "He's so proud to watch his son fall in love".
"You know it's super rude to be on your phone while getting lunch with people"
"I'm just texting Gojo"
Megumi's feelings of relief were completely washed away, "What about"
"Oh well I sent him a picture of my food and then he got sad no one invited him to lunch so I sent him the address".
All Megumi could do was push his face into his palms and pray.
"Speak of the devil", Nobara exclaimed as a freakishly tall white haired man made his way toward your table.
You whispered to Megumi, "How the hell did he get here so fast??"
And before you knew it he was stealing a chair from another table and making room for himself at the end of the table. "Where you guys talking about me?" A sly grin adorning his features as he pushed his sunglasses down to inspect you. "I don't know you, right?"
"That's Megumi's girlfriend Gojo sensei!" Yuuji chirped.
The man looked like he was going to have a stroke right then as he processed the news, and then wiped a faux tear from his eyes mentioning something about Megumi growing up too fast as he whipped out his cellphone to take an off-guard picture of the two of you.
"Delete that please" Megumi looked defeated by the situation, and you were still confused by who the hell this guy was.
"I'm being rude aren't I? I'm Satoru Gojo, I'm these three's teacher and Megumi's amazing adoptive father"
"That's not how I'd put it"
"Oh he loves me don't let his attitude fool you! Here look at these!". Gojo then showed you an array of pictures of Megumi as a child, in all of which he looked extremely displeased with the man behind the camera. By now Megumi's face was turning red with embarrassment as he watched you giggle at every single picture of him in Gojo's arsenal.
"God Fushiguro you've always been this grouchy?", Nobara asked.
"He's my little grouchy boy that's what I like to call him"
"You've never once called me that"
"His memory must be slipping" Gojo swatted his hand in front of his face and leaned back and sighed, "Well I gotta go, I totally left work just for this"
Before you knew it he was gone and you were confused and pondering why he never even asked your name. Megumi on the other hand was paying his half of the check and preparing to get the hell out of here.
"They were nice you know"
He was still visibly a bit irritated with the Gojo situation as he started the car, but he was glad you were okay at the end of it.
"I got Nobara's number, we might go out one day I think"
He smiled at that, knowing you quickly left a lasting impression on his friends and he admired you for how easily you could do that, and recalled how easily you had the same effect on him.
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Could you maybe do one where Izuku x reader where he forgets his kids birthday and then give maybe a happy or sad ending. Like if sad then maybe like reader and his kid go to his office and see him drinking and talking with his friends and then the kid, 5 years old or smth, runs out and the reader is like so dissapointed in him and then Izuku realises what he's done.
i really like your writing style so i would like to see how you play out this scenario.
Thanks <3
AWW, no the poor kid...
Also thanks for complimenting my writng style! I didn't know I had one but good to know! And you guys have a daughter cuz you didn't tell me the gender and bla bla bla. Also I changed it a little with the office part and it gets suggestive in the end but not too much, I hope that's okay with you...
Happy reading!
I forgot, I'm sorry!
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Summary: In which your daughter gets sad by her father's absence on her birthday.
You were happy in your relationship with Izuku. Everything was not alright, considering your husband's constant absence, but you guys managed. What you didn't like however, is how he always used the excuse of having to fight a villain or something which would ruin important dates the two of you had. the first date you two had when meeting up for a blind date, five minutes late. First anniversary, ten minutes late, okay. First meeting with the doctor for possible pregnancy, fifteen minutes. Birthing the child? Had to fight a villain, sorry! You kind of hoped that Izuku would at least try to not be late for your daughter's birthday, as it arrived in a month, and you even told him multiple times so that he wouldn't forget. But, it seemed like all your efforts of warning him and discussing things with him went out the roof when he didn't pick up the phone to play hero with your daughter and her friends on her special day. your offspring was looking at you with a sad frown and you swore you'd kill Izuku for not being there for your daughter. After the party was over; speak, her falling asleep in her little room and you waiting for Izuku to arrive, you cleaned everything up. And then, only then when you put away the last piece of popped balloon did the front door open. A drunken Izuku stumbled into the corridor, laughing giddily and you'd have beaten the living shit out of him if he only were sober. When he caught sight of your pretty face, he cooed at you. "Awwww, my sweet wife is thereeee! How are youuuuuuuu?", he sang, trying to get out of his shoes. Meanwhile, you were only frowning at him. When he didn't get an answer form you, he lifted his head from his shoelaces and saw your angry face. "Wha's wron'?", he slurred and you felt your face growing hotter by the minute. "What's wrong? You went out to fucking drink on your daughter's birthday, Izuku!", you whisper-yelled, not wanting her to find out about the argument you two would have. You stopped drinking the moment you received the news of your daughter in your belly and didn't consume a droplet ever since. You hoped Izuku would stop too. Right now, Izuku was frowning at you. "Her...her birthday...was...t-today?", and he seemed to wake up from the drowsiness, suddenly completely sober -if that's even possible- and wanted to go to her room but stopped when he saw her tiny figure by the doorframe.
"...you forgot about my birthday?", she asked, her eyes filling with big tears and she frowned angryly. "I-I'm sorry sweetie, I didn't mean to!"
She just cried and you took her in your arms before frowning at your husband. "Go take a shower and then we'll talk-" "I don' wanna talk do daddy! Daddy's stupid! He forgot mah birthday!", your child yelled at him and buried her head in the crook of your neck and nearly suffocating you with her arms around your neck. You understood your daughter's pain, having lived through that as well with your own father who always mixed up your age and your birthday, heck, he even thought you were still in middle school when you were in high-school. You couldn't believe that Izuku would have actually forgotten about it though, I mean, she's his daughter, no?
Izuku felt like crying too and went into the bathroom. After a few minutes, Izuku stepped out and held something behind him, calling your daughter's name to grab her attention. She reluctangly pouted at him, still holding onto you who was stroking her back while she sniffed. He showed her a dynamite action plushie and she sqealed in delight upon getting such a gift, it was limited edition after all. She hopped off your lap and you chuckled, your own anger melting away by the lovely father-daughter interaction and recording Izuku's cries for pleading for feorgiveness from your child who was giggling in delight. You wished there were more moments like these.
While your child was playing with the toy which resembled one of your close friends and Izuku's childhood rival, Izuku himself felt like his soul was flying out of his mouth. "I'm glad she's not mad...but why Kacchan?" You huffed in amusement before nudging him. "At least you didn't forget about buying her a gift beforehand. Also...why don't you take some time off? You're barely spending time with us these past days."
What you said was true, and even though you were still mad at him for not being there on her birthday, you couldn't help but feel bad for being mad at him. Izuku had so much on his shoulders and you wanted to take that weight from him.
Izuku groaned while nodding, feeling sleepy all of a sudden. That's when your daughter chimed her sauce into the conversation as well. "I wanna be an older sister, daddy! I want a younger sibling for my next birthday!"
Safe to say that Izuku fulfilled that wish the moment your daughter fell sound asleep and you got your world rocked yet again.
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Bruh... I kinda cringed towards the end because I wanted it to be like, y'know, wholesome but because I'm also a huge perv so I wrote a sentence ending like that aaaannnnnd yea, I hope that was good or even half of what you were expecting.
Also, please tell me if it was good or not because this is like my third request or so, so I'm not really that used to receiving stuff like that. But it was fun! I am always happy to get requests from you guys!
Read you in the next post!
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