Captain Orders
For the anon who asked for this and also requested it back then 💓 here’s the request and my apologies for the spam today as I’ll probably upload another one later 😭
I know you write for Leah and I was wondering if I could request something else ? Still with jealousy r goes on a date with an opposing player and Leah forbids them via captain’s orders and they have a fight and confession in from of the whole team ?
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“Oi, y/n.” You looked up at Katie’s yell through the whole changing room, face immediately heating up when you heard her next words.
“What did player #19 give you, hm?” She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively and you rolled your eyes at her as now everyone in the changing room expectedly stared at you.
“Asked me out.” Internally cursing Katie for bringing the attention of the entire team on this, you begrudgingly went to your bag, having already showered thankfully as you now couldn’t wait to get out and away from the curious looks from your teammates as quick as possible.
The whole room erupted in chatter at your words, everyone apparently needing to get their opinion out on this.
The only one completely silent was Leah, frozen on the bench where she had been putting her shoes on. You’d been asked out. And it wasn’t by her.
Leah had been into you for quite some time, probably close to a year now. She had never dared to say anything, still scarred from the experience with Jordan and the breakup causing Jordan to basically flee to another team. It had hurt horribly and Leah didn’t want to lose you like that too.
Well, she was apparently about to lose you anyway but in a different way. You’d been single since you’d met her as far as she knew and she had been glad, not being able to stomach seeing you with someone other than her.
If only she knew that the only reason you had stayed single so far was because you’d been hoping that Leah might ask you out one day. You were way too shy to do it yourself and had lost hope after a few months since she only seemed to see you as a friend. A close friend - but just a friend.
When the player had approached you earlier you weren’t particularly interested but also not opposed so maybe this date would finally take your mind off of it.
“Did you say yes?”
You jumped nearly a foot in the air at Leah’s sudden voice right next to you.
“Jesus, Leah. Don’t give me a heart attack.”
“Did you?” There was impatience in her voice and she looked especially serious right now, forever seemingly having a frown etched on her face that got even deeper when you answered.
“Uhm yeah, I did.”
“Tell her you can’t go.”
At first you thought she was joking, surely she couldn’t be serious.
“I’m sorry, what?”
“You’re not going on the date. We have an important game tomorrow.”
“Yeah, I know.” You were honestly a bit lost on why this was relevant right now and attempted to ease the slight tension by making a small joke: “I’ll be back home by 9 p.m. don’t worry.”
Leah was not in the slightest amused, crossing her arms while still staring down at you.
“No, you’ll be back by 2 p.m. because you’re going home right now.” Your brows furrowed, still completely lost on what Leah’s problem was.
“I think I can decide by myself what time I’m home, Leah.” You turned towards your bag again, quickly shoving everything in, now desperate to get out of here.
“I’m being serious. Text her and say you can’t go anymore.”
You turned back around, crossing your arms as well.
“And why would I do that?”
“Because I’m your captain and I said so.”
Scoffing at her ridiculous words you make quick work of pushing your last shoe in your bag and zipping it up rather aggressively.
“You’re not seriously pulling your fucking captain card right now. We are not on the pitch and I’ll do whatever the fuck I want in my free time.”
“Captains orders go even if we’re not on the pitch last time I checked.” She sounded so arrogant while she was saying it that you couldn’t suppress an eye roll.
“Yeah and last time I checked, it’s none of the captains business who I go on a date with. And you’re the vice captain - not the captain.”
Your voice was getting a bit too loud to still keep this conversation on the low, gaining the attention of the ones immediately around you two. Neither of you noticed though, too caught up in your argument.
“Look, y/n this game is extremely vital for us, I’m not risking anything like strategies getting out.”
You had to restrain yourself this time from outright yelling at Leah, internally seething at what she just said and your voice getting louder with every sentence.
“Did you just imply that I’d go on a date with someone and drop strategies we are going to use for our game tomorrow? Do you think I’m fucking stupid? You do realise that I’m part of this team and want to win just as much as everybody else here does, right?”
You distractedly noticed how silent the room had gotten, some - like Katie and Kyra - were unabashedly staring at you and Leah, others like Alessia and Lotte seemed embarrassed and were trying to quickly gather their stuff and get out.
“Can you just stop being difficult? For the last time you’re not going.”
“God, fuck you Leah. Are you into my date or something? You know, before you pull the Captains card you can also just be a normal human being and just ask her out instead of harassing me about it.”
Leah’s eyes almost dropped out of her head at you implying that she might even be remotely interested in the woman that had asked you out and her next words spilled out of her before she could hold them back.
“I’m not into her you idiot, I’m into you!”
Now she noticed the silence as well, realising that she had just revealed to the entire changing room that she was in love with you.
You didn’t have any time to react to her words before she turned on her heels and was out of the room.
For a second you were frozen, completely caught off guard with how this conversation had went. When your head finally caught up with everything you immediately scrambled after Leah, leaving a very shocked and silent changing room behind.
“That was… something.” Kyra was the first to speak.
“Not sure if this was a good argument to have right before an important game,” came from Lacasse who was especially intent to ace the match tomorrow.
“Why? Free entertainment for ya. Helps relaxing.” Katie’s signature smirk was on, of course completely unbothered and even amused about this whole thing.
“Alright guys,” it was Kim who spoke up now, clapping her hands twice to get everyone’s attention. “Get your stuff and get out of here and focus on the game tomorrow, not…” for a moment unsure what to say herself Kim paused before continuing. “Not on whatever that was. Come on, get moving.”
The quiet murmuring started up again, everyone packing up their stuff and getting ready to leave, knowing better than to ignore Kim’s orders.
Meanwhile you were desperately trying to find Leah, being completely clueless on where she could be. You had checked the toilets and a few of the maintenance rooms now but the toilets were empty and the other rooms locked. Cluelessly trying to open every room that you walked by and getting more nervous, not wanting Leah to just run from you forever.
Until you pulled on another door and it revealed her, sitting on the floor with her legs pressed to her body. She ignored you, not even looking up as you came in and sat down next to her.
When it became clear that she wasn’t going to say anything, you tried to break the tension a bit.
“You know, you could have just asked me out instead of making such a scene,” lightly bumping her shoulder so she knew that you weren’t mad.
“Does it matter? You’d have said no anyway.” Leah still refused to look at you, gaze fixed on her knees.
Your eyebrows furrowed at how sure she sounded. “Says who?”
“Says the fact that you just got asked out by someone else and said yes.”
You couldn’t suppress your chuckle, honestly surprised at how jealous Leah had gotten. If you had known that…
“Yeah but only because I was trying to get over you.”
Leah finally looks at you at that. “What?”
“I like you too Leah. In fact, I’m pretty sure I’ve fallen for you quite some time ago.”
“You really do? You like me?” She sounded like she still couldn’t believe it and you were lost on why. Leah had a lot of people that would want her, obviously. You’d be blind not to.
Reaching out you gently caressed her cheek with one hand.
“Leah, how could I not? You’re incredible. So intelligent, sweet and usually also very kind.”
She chuckled lightly at your insinuation of her behaviour earlier, carefully shuffling over a bit more so your sides were touching.
“Yeah, sorry about that. I was behaving like an idiot.”
You hummed, nodding in agreement. “You really were.”
With a content sigh you put your head on her shoulder, like you’d done so often when you two were just friends, smiling when she wrapped her arm around you.
“Sooo.. are you gonna ask me on a date or should I just go with that girl from earlier?”
Completely offended Leah immediately sat upright and scoffed. “You’re definitely not going with her. Text her and tell her you can’t.”
You chuckled at how Leah immediately turned into strict and demanding again after that pretty rare show of hurt a minute earlier.
Pulling your phone out you tipped your chin thoughtfully, deciding to tease Leah once more.
“What do I write? ‘Sorry I can’t go anymore, my Captain has forbidden it.’ Or should I go with ‘sorry I’m actually in love with someone else who finally confessed infront of the whole changing room so I can’t go anymore’”
You let out an undignified squeak when Leah charged at you at that, grabbing you and tickling you, knowing exactly how incredibly ticklish you were as you laughed and tried to squirm away from her.
“Okay, okay I’m sorry,” you gasped out in between, your sides already starting to hurt.
You were laying on the ground now, your hair splayed out over it and Leah hovering above, her face quite close to yours.
You noticed how she glanced down at your lips and smiled, watching her slowly get closer.
A satisfied exhale escaped you as Leah leaned down a bit more and pressed her lips to yours, softly kissing you.
Finally.
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hi! how would gojo react to having a partner who struggles to walk sometimes (like needing a break if they’ve been up for too long or their legs randomly failing)
„I’m sorry, I need to sit down.“
You almost fail to understand your own words, ears ringing so violently that you feel like throwing up any given minute.
You’re weak. No matter how you twist and turn it, no matter how supportive your boyfriend is, you’ll always stay weak. Is it an illness, was it an accident? You can’t put a finger on it, mind occupied by nothing but shame and dizziness.
“Don’t apologize for that.”
His arm keeps you from falling over the bench you collapsed onto, holds you in place while you pray for your wobbly legs to regain their strength.
“I’m sorry”, you mumble again.
This definitely isn’t what the strongest jujutsu sorcerer of your lifetime signed up for when he fell in love with you. No, you can’t even walk properly, legs failing you randomly from time to time. Your glossy eyes dart towards him, how he sits next to you with a gentle smile on his face. Well, Satoru doesn’t seem to mind.
But you do.
“Didn’t ya hear m-“
“I’m weak”, you finally blurt out.
Countless times, you put on a show for him, laughed it off when your body once again failed you. But you’ve had enough. Fuck, how much you prayed to be normal, that Shoko might be able to heal you. How are you supposed to be the girlfriend you want to be for him when you aren’t even able to walk a mile without almost breaking down?
“How dare you to say something like this about my girlfriend? She’s awesome”, he jokes gently while his arm holds onto your waist even tighter.
Not even his cute little jokes are enough to get you out of this hole today. You sink into yourself, hands covering your aching eyes. He deserves way better than that, someone who’s able to keep up with him, someone he doesn’t have to worry about? But you? Your throat gets tight with every passing second, tears glistening in your eyes.
You’re nothing but a loser.
“Hey, look at me.”
He doesn’t give you a choice. With a swift motion, he holds onto your chin, forces you to look up at him and reveal the shame of your tears. Will he even want you after seeing you like this?
“You’re not weak because your body can’t keep up, okay? You’re not a worse person because you need a break. If I had a sharp mind like yours, I’d literally sacrifice everything else. You are the love of my life, (y/n). And I know exactly that you’re tearing yourself apart with your dumb thoughts. You are great, okay? Fuck that little breaks from here and there. Man, I wouldn’t have noticed that goat standing right there between the trees if we didn’t take a break here. Like are you seeing this?”
A little giggle escapes your lips before you can stop it, eyes darting towards the animal.
“You’re right”, you breathe out.
“See? Now stop what you’re doing there and tell me when you’re ready to go again, okay?”
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tags: armin x reader, cheating accusation, jealous armin, hurt reader, insecure armin, hurt/comfort, quick resolution
content warnings: cheating is mentioned! no actual cheating involved
When Armin, amidst his insecure emotions, says something he should not have, the both of you find the situation quickly escalating.
word count: 1.2k
The simple fact of the matter is that you simply can't expect how someone might react. You may try to, through delicate deliberation, or the catalogue of behaviours registered neatly within your memory, but there are days – plentiful ones – where it simply might not work.
Today is one of those days.
Here are the simple, rudimentary facts about your relationship with Armin Arlert. Your relationship is eleven months young. You tell him everything on your mind. He is a restless sleeper. You both hate Italian cuisine. You know that he tends to feel insecure, and he knows that you know.
Simple things. Predictable. Lovely, and easy, and fond within your heart.
You don't argue. You figure things out. You don't assume things.
And yet.
"I," you begin, your throat thick with confusion and, quite frankly, hurt. The two of you sit before one another, legs crossed and shoulders tense. He looks at you, eyes wide and vulnerable and upset, and he tries to shake it off, you can tell that he does, but he fails each time he attempts it. "Jean is a friend," you tell him calmly. "You know that."
It's not that he'd said it outright. He didn't accuse you much of anything. It's just the way he'd said it; eyes averted, dark with something pained and brimming at the corners, words muttered under his breath. And you were with Jean, of course, he'd told you then, or told himself, really, and that is when time pulled itself still.
You knew – and you do know, that he worries. That he is insecure. You just didn't; you wouldn't think–
His hands glide across his jaw, then sink deep into his hair. "I know," he says. "Of course I know. I’m sorry, I.."
It hurts you. He had implied little, but it was enough. That he could, in his own fear, think of you this way; this shallow, and low, and disloyal. You think, for a brief moment, to feel undignified; to feel angry, above all else – but you can't. You sit there, stock-still in your own vision of him, so small and helpless before you, eyes rimmed with red already, unshed tears filling, and you can feel, with a near physicality to it, your own priorities shifting rapidly.
You grasp at your phone blindly, afraid of taking your eyes off of him, and you reach out towards the man, now pale and stricken as he looks at you. It lands in his lap and lays there quite placidly, and then you both just stare at it, quiet in your own, respective ways.
It has no password – and he knows that. He has never been on it, or through it, really; save for the few times he'd had to check your gallery at your behest, or pick up a call when your hands were busy, or to order food when you were too lazy. He'd never gone deeper, not once, and you wonder now, in a spiral of your own, if he wishes that he had.
You wonder, then, if it will be enough. If it will soothe this bastardly fear out of him; if it will kick this fearful, scarred look within his face out to the curb and gone forever. You watch him now, as his gaze lay still upon your phone, and you wonder at how awfully pale he is. He looks sick. Your stomach twists.
He picks the phone up, and he hands it back to you. His hands shake. His eyes gaze into your own, unaverting and wavering.
"I don't need to," he murmurs, although his voice trembles slightly. The twisting shifts into your guts, spreading like a strange, suffocating vice.
"You don't think it will help?" You ask, and he, himself, looks nearly sick as he shakes his head at you; you watch, with this soft, all-present quiver in your chest, as he gnaws on his lower lip, looking for the words.
"I thought," he begins, gasping ever so gently in a lack of air, "that it would. For just a moment. But you– I don't think you're unfaithful, and I never did. You're not capable of it." He holds your gaze, the blue swimming in the pearlescent shift between his pooling tears. He looks, for this moment, as if he would say something more; as if he would be brave, and say it with his full chest, and take hold of it with a fierceness.
Instead his gaze falls, and his voice is quiet, and your heart thrums painfully at the sight. "It's not what I’m scared of," he tells you simply.
"Tell me then," you plead, your voice low, gentle in ways even you had not expected it to be. You reach for him; in a small gesture, featherlight, afraid of holding him in risk of spooking him like a skittish fawn – you lay your hand on his, and he turns his palm, the skin of his meeting yours in return. "Tell me what you're scared of."
"That you will leave," he admits to you then, unbridled and yet shaking, and quiet, and private. He looks not at you, but at the both of your palms, touching in an earnest. "That you will leave because I am inadequate," he continues, voice tremulant in his throat, "because I can't do enough for you."
Then he does, he does look up at you – silver tears breaking through the rim, rolling quietly down the slope of his cheeks, and you let go of his hand, you pull yourself forward, and his hands dig tight into the back of your shirt as you pull him to you.
"You stupid boy," you tell him in earnest, and he cries, apologies murmured into the skin of your throat. "Enough apologising," you plead with him quietly, hands stroking at his hair. "You did nothing wrong."
"But I–" he begins, voice weak and hiccupped, and you hush him as gentle as you can, holding onto him tightly; fervently.
"You are the best person I know," you interrupt him, taken with this ardent, terrible feeling in your chest; painful and hopeful, seizing your throat all at once. Your body threatens you, with what even you are unsure, but it pulls, and it pushes, and then all the words come out of you unrestrained and impassioned: "You are smart beyond what's good for you, and you're kinder than anyone ever has been to me, and you are good, Armin." You cling to him this way, holding back tears of your own, even as his own cry turns into a comforted whimper. You want to pull at him, you want to look him in the eye, but here, like this, you are afraid of it.
You do it still. You push away and you cradle his face in your hands, and you look at him, eyes red and cheeks tight, and he looks at you with this mercurial, defenceless expression and it has you breathless; it has you wondering, in a fit of delirious, desperate need, if it's too early to know that you will love him for the rest of your life.
"I’m not going anywhere," you tell him then, soft and breathless and so certain, and he must feel it, he must see something in it, for his own gaze softens, and his hands loosen, his desperate, needy hold growing demure and warm. "I’m not going anywhere," you tell him again, trying, somehow, to tell him what you really mean.
"Okay," he replies, chest rising, slowly; then falling. His lips part, words ready for you, and then his chest rises again. "I believe you."
dividers by cafekitsune
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reblogs are greatly appreciated 💗 armin with a pregnant partner coming hopefully next week!! and dadmin the week after that <3
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welcome to wherever you are // lance stroll
summary: weddings are supposed to be joyous occasions. but for lance's fiancee, the wedding is just another big milestone that her father never lived to see, like her first day of kindergarten, or her high school graduation.
pairing: lance stroll x hutchence!reader
warnings: depictions of greif, mentions of a parental death.
author's note: i've been on such a bender lately listening to inxs, they truly were one of the greatest bands of the 80s, and I think its a shame that things ended like they did with micheal's death in 1997. i could genuinely talk for hours about it, and about the very real daughter he left behind, but for now i'm going to let the fic speak for itself.
also i feel like i've only done smaus lately bc i've just been in a total idea rut and these are so easy to make lmao
y/n.hutchence just posted to her private story!
VOGUE Weddings: Inside the wedding between Aussie-rock darling YN Hutchence and F1 driver Lance Stroll (you might have to click on these to read them properly)
y/n.hutchence just made a post!
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y/n.hutchence today was a hard day, despite being the happiest of my life. like most milestones, it was bittersweet. while i spent most of my day in love, and excited for what's to come, part of me was also grieving. my dad should have been here to walk me down the aisle, to meet my husband. to give a speech at the reception. i miss you, dad. but i know that you'd be so proud of me.
to my lovely lance, thank you for choosing me, for loving me. for reminding me that its okay to feel all the emotions at once. i love you forever, my husband xx
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lancestroll i love you, my darling wife. you are so strong.
andrewfarriss michael would be so proud of you, kiddo
user the fact that she went public for the day just to speak about her grief on her wedding day . . . that's a caliber of person i could never be
sebastianvettel thank you both for including me in your special day
user she walked down the aisle to 'beautiful girl'....i'm totally not crying my goddamn eyes out
user im not crying you are
user her dad died over 20 years ago....she needs to let it go
-> user lmao imagine telling someone who never knew her father outside of how the media portrayed him after his death to 'get over it'.
mickschumacher 10/10 pasta bar, would come again. your harem of old men scared the crap out of me, though.
-> kirkpengilly old?? who are you calling OLD
-> y/n.hutchence you mean my non-biological uncles? mick, they're the biggest sweethearts
y/n.hutchence just added to her story
y/n.hutchence and lancestroll just posted!
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lancestroll mr. & mrs. hutchence - stroll, march 2024, sydney australia
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y/n.hutchence i think lance hutchence sounds pretty great
-> lancestroll and i think y/n stroll sounds pretty good too
scottyjames you're taking her last name? good on you, bro
astonmartinf1 welcome to the family y/n! (or should we say 'welcome to wherever you are'? see what we did there?)
fernandoalonso did anyone else get a little teary eyed during the vows?
-> timfarriss i was right there with you mate
-> mickschumacher i saw esteban cry so hard he gave himself the hiccups
y/n.hutchence hey google, play 'never tear us apart' by inxs ( and say thanks to kirk for playing the sax almost all night)
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@magnummagnussen @libraryofloveletters @httpiastri @lorarri @cartierre @thatsdemko @sidcrosbyspuck @scuderiamh
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Dating Izuku Midoriya/Deku Would Include...
When you first met Izuku, he was very shy and quiet.
First of all, he thought that you were really cute, and secondly, he just liked you a lot from the beginning.
You and Izuku get along so well from the start!
Your personalities click perfectly together.
Conversations easily flow and you have lots of fun.
You also understand each other really well.
His friends are your friends - Welcome to the Dekusquad!
Honestly he asked you out by accident.
When it happened, the 2 of you were studying at one of the tables in the common room. (You were meant to study with Iida, but something came up so he offered to have Midoriya take his place)
Halfway into your study session, he feels your eyes on him so he slowly looks up.
“You didn’t want to study today did you? Or… with me? If you have something else you need to be doing I completely understand.” You said about to get up from your seat.
“NO!” he jumped up and literally yelled. “I-I mean… No.”
“To…. what?”
“I-I’m sorry if it seemed like I didn’t want to study with you. I-I didn’t. But! It’s not because of you or a-anything… Well actually it is. Wait! No. It’s not because of you, it’s because it is you. I mean there’s nothing wrong with you, that’s not what I’m saying. I ju-” he rambles.
“Izuku. What in the world are you saying?”
“I just feel like Iida totally set me up because he knows I like you an-”
OH SHIt!!!
After that and some more explaining he somehow manages asking you out before you both head back to your respective dorms.
Playful and friendly flirting - Which you both enjoy even if it flusters you a little.
Loving and adorable nicknames.
You usually call him Izu (which he adores and makes him blush).
He always calls you (N/N)
Hugs! So many hugs!
Mostly tight hugs or tackle hugs
Lots and lots of cuddling whenever you’re sitting together
Watching a movie, studying or doing anything, it’s cuddle time or even when he’s focused, thinking strategies for incoming tests, you just snuggle closer and he’ll immediately wrap an arm around you.
Holding hands
Tiny kisses everywhere
Just tons of displays of affection
It’ll most likely happen in private because the 2 of you are too shy to do that kind of thing in public.
In public, the most you will do is a quick kiss on the cheek or maybe a quick sneaky peck on the lips
Helping each other to control your powers and training together
Fangirling about stuff together
You love hearing him talk about All Might or something he loves and so does he, listening to you ramble about what you’re passionate about.
So, if you’re a fan of All Might like he is- Expect him to geek out to/with you. (Which to me is SO adorable no matter what!!!)
You’re always there for each other
No matter what you need, you help the other.
Whether it’s a shoulder to cry on, someone to talk or help with homework.
He gives you courage and confidence, he believes in you unconditionally and you comfort him when he’s insecure and give him advice.
You also scorn him when he’s being reckless instead of brave.
You are constantly worried about his well being when it comes to his reckless behavior.
You two hardly ever argue, it’s very rare
Your arguments are more likely to be like a normal conversation in which you calmly discuss your different opinions.
People always say how cute you two look together
Your friends tease you about it a lot!
And everyone can tell how much you love the other too
This poor boy isn’t used to all this new-found attention; when it comes to relationships he has absolutely no idea what to do
This whole concept of having a girlfriend is foreign to him since he has no experience with this sort of thing whatsoever.
When you first kissed him, he almost had a heart attack, but at the same time he melted into it and kissed you back
He honestly loves you so much it hurts
He is such a gentleman.
He helps you with anything you need, he’ll literally travel all the way from his house to yours just to help you reach something in your closet
When you cuddle Izuku loves to be both spooned and be the spooner.
He loves to protect you by wrapping his arms around you, but at the same time loves to be in your arms.
Making out can be difficult as Izuku tends to be very nervous and blushy, but if his s/o pushes the right buttons he can be assertive
After a long day of training or long fights with villains he loves to call you into his room and just cuddle, it’s makes him feel so much better
He trains and studies with you a lot you so he can be sure you’re on it and prepared for anything and everything
The two of you always/usually hang out in your room
He swears it’s because his room isn’t clean and it’s kind of embarrassing.
In reality he loves the smell of you and the comfort of your own room - But yes, maybe his room is a little messy at the moment.
Any physical contact with you and he is a blushing mess
Even if he is the one who initiated it
Not the biggest fan of PDA, but assures you it’s not because of you.
He just hasn’t experienced anything like that before so it’s very unfamiliar to him
Izuku has a lot pictures of you
Some of them for his eyes only. But he is always snapping pictures of you, some discretely and some he actually tells you ahead of time
“O-oh, wait, wait! (Y/N) stay like that, let me get my phone!”
”Oh, darn it! I’m sorry (Y/N) I didn’t know my flash was on. You weren’t supposed to look…”
This shy boy just loves holding your hand. He’ll slip his hand into yours whenever you’re next to him.
Sweet kisses
Short and chaste kisses
Cheek kisses
Neck kisses
Forehead kisses
Shy kisses
Slow make-out sessions
Long, tight hugs
You always defending Izuku from Bakugo when he wants to start something.
Izuku is definitely the type of boyfriend who would send you “Good morning” and “Good night” texts.
He’s also the type of boyfriend that would tell you to get some sleep if you’re staying up too late, and who would act like an alarm clock, calling you when you need to get up for school.
This boy would take you to meet his mom and be embarrassed the whole time.
“Oh, you must be (Y/N)! Izuku talks about you all the time! You’ve made my little boy so happy, you know?” Inko said to you as she let the both of you in, causing Izuku’s cheeks to burn red as she said that as she ushers you to take a seat on the couch as Izuku went to place his things in his room.
Not even 5 minutes later when Izuku exited his All Might themed room, closing the door behind him, his eyes widened in horror as he saw his mom show you baby pictures of him.
“Mom!” Izuku exclaimed as he ran over to the couch only to see the 2 of you looking at a picture of him in an All Might onesie.
“Awww, don’t be embarrassed Izu, you look so cute!” You squeal at how cute your boyfriend was when he was little.
Izuku’s face turned a bright red as he heard you call him cute, making him slouch down on the couch next to you. “Now, here’s a picture of Izuku acting like All Might an-”
“MOM!”
His mom loves you!
He just might be one of the sweetest boyfriends alive.
He always takes care of you when you need him too.
This means, that Izuku is definitely the type of person who would go out and get the things you need for when you’re too sick/tired or just don’t feel like socializing or going anywhere in general
He is always the first one to stick up for you when someone insults you *cough* Monoma *cough*
“Hey! Don’t say something like that to them! That’s my boyfriend/girlfriend and I happen to think they’re really cool!”
He absolutely has pages and pages dedicated to you in his notebook.
He analyzes your quirk to its very core, and he can’t help but admire you whenever you use it; even if it means nearly getting crushed by a train mid-battle.
It’s been known that Deku is very sweet, but the moment he sees you crying, it’s actually over for everyone.
It’s like a switch was flipped, and he turns into an entirely different person.
All in all, Izuku is a great boyfriend, he respects your boundaries and is extremely kind.
Send in an ask and I’ll add you to the taglist so that you’re tagged for every single x reader post that I post on this blog!!!
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Snippet 11 - Quiet Understanding
All the credit to NewFallenLeaves on A03 for this writing!!@ Shes such an angel I love her go support her
There's lots of tism in this one yall will love it
Snippet below the cut!!!⬇️⬇️⬇️
The next time one of the youngest bunny siblings traipsed into Donnie’s lab, it was not at all
within the parameters of any scenario that he had anticipated.
Mari came slinking in so quietly, even his sensitive hearing aids almost failed to pick up the
sound. Her padded steps were so soft and careful, it was as if she didn’t even want to hear her
own footfalls. He could even go so far as to say that she was as silent as any ninja, although
Donnie knew the Miyamoto clan had no training in that style.
When his sensors did pick up on her presence, she was almost already right behind him.
He swiveled in his chair abruptly. She froze mid-stride. Her ears were trembling and her eyes
were rimmed with red.
He knew practically nothing about the younger bunny twin, due to the fact that he hardly
interacted with her. With minimal data, all he could tell for sure was that she was extraordinarily introverted, and for some reason enjoyed Raph’s tea parties. Why she would
be coming to him unannounced, he had no idea.
“What’s the matter with you?” Donnie asked.
“You’re not sick,” said Donnie.
He tugged his goggles down over his eyes and activated a quick scan. It revealed an elevated
heart rate, minor congestion in her sinuses, and some light inflammation in her corneas.
Nothing that indicated illness.
Apparently, that was the wrong thing to say. Her eyes welled, and she swiped them with the
heel of her hand. “Yes I am. I need something…to fix me.”
“Fix what?”
“You make potions like mystics, right? Ishi-nii-san said so. And you made him better.”
Donnie resisted the urge to criticize her comparison of his science to the backward mysticism
her culture subscribed to. “Your brother has quantifiable symptoms that can be tempered with
the right admixture of medications. But I can’t create medicine for vague or nonexistent problems, so if you want something, explain it properly.”
She hesitated, and for a moment looked as if she might just turn and leave. Instead she said, slowly, “Riko was humming again. And when I told her to stop she got mad and called me stupid again.”
Donnie cocked an eyebrow. “It’s not stupid to ask someone else to allay their noise
pollution.”
“But only simple people have to have quiet to concentrate. I’m not supposed to get so annoyed when Riko sings or makes noise.” Mari twisted the lacing on her tunic between her fingers. “Usually I don’t mind too much, but…today I was mean and I asked her to be quiet
anyway.”
Donnie cocked an eyebrow. “Why is that mean?”
“Because she wasn’t even very loud like she is sometimes. But it still made my ears hurt and
my head fuzzy and my tummy all shaky.”
“Oh. That.” Donnie swiveled the goggles back up to the top of his head.
“Can you make it better?”
“Of course not.”
He spoke little too quickly and bluntly, based on the absolutely crestfallen look that overtook her.
Donnie added, “But only because there’s nothing to fix. Aversion to auditory stimulation isn’t
an illness that you take medicine for.”
He knew what it was like to feel overstimulated. And he’d read enough medical journals to
understand sensory issues and how to handle them. It didn’t mean that Mari was deficient,
just that she was more sensitive than most. She needed quiet and privacy more than noise and
social interaction.
He watched as her eyes began to fill again. Oh, Hawking. Of course no one had ever
explained this to her. From what he heard, the clan’s so-called ‘healers’ hadn’t even bothered
to treat Usagi’s wounds when he was a child for fear it would hinder the mystic tattoos. With
that level of incompetence, Donnie was surprised him and his siblings had survived for as
long as they did.
“Auditory hypersensitivity isn’t uncommon,” said Donnie. “Adaptability is optimal in
someone your age, and it’s just a matter of mitigating the stimulation to a tolerable level and
practicing coping strategies for moments when extenuation is impossible.”
Mari blinked.
Donnie sighed. “Your body doesn’t like loud noises. That’s okay. You’re not sick, and you’re
not stupid.”
“But Riko likes loud noises. And being busy. And being around lots of other people all the
time…”
“So?” said Donnie. “Twins can be different.”
Her face fell, and he wondered what the problem was. He and Leo had never really been
alike. He'd thought that sort of thing when it came to siblings and twins was obvious.
“Here.” Donnie tugged the headset loose from around his ears and plopped them onto her
head. One quick twist adjusted the headband and tucked the speakers in close to her ears.
In true Donnie fashion, he hadn’t been able to resist enhancing his hearings aids to adjust
volume and filter background noises. He spun the dial to what was essentially a ‘sound-canceling’ setting, and the fins retracted. (Strange to have that option for someone
who was nearly deaf, but versatility was inestimable.)
Mari’s eyes widened.
“Quieter, right?” asked Donnie.
She nodded.
Donnie tapped a button that would emit a low wash of white noise. He watched with
satisfaction as Mari’s shoulders relaxed and the faintest of smiles threatened to break through.
“Better?” Donnie couldn’t hear his own voice, much less her answer, but he could easily
surmise what her vigorous nod meant.
“Stay here where I can see you.” He pointed to a nearby stool. “And if you break those I will
make myself new ones out of your ears.”
She smiled and nodded again. Probably couldn’t hear a word he was saying. Perfect.
He turned back to his desk and flipped to a blank page in his sketchbook to begin the basic
design. It wasn’t a staggering challenge, but recreating his tech to fit a rabbit yokai and grow
with her would provide an interesting afternoon project. It should occupy him for a few
hours, at least, and the way Mari immediately hopped onto the nearest swiveling stool and snagged a book on the evolutionary processes of insects told him she could entertain herself
quietly for however long it took.
He would make hers smaller and lighter, of course. Fitted so they wouldn’t even be
noticeable once they were in place, hidden under the tufts of fur around her ears.
He didn’t bother to ask what color she wanted.
How fortuitous that she already wore purple.
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wanting to brain myself vs. knowing im being dumb
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emboar :) to complete the unova trio i’ll make a serperior sometime soon
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the MOST terrifying thing is getting a surprise message from someone you genuinely despise
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y'know it's a night when hal sits and eats cereal in the dark room at 1.30am.
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You ever have to be like, "no babe you're not bone-breakingly heart-rendingly sad, you just had less than five hours of sleep"? Yeah.
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hhhhhhh I can't have nice things
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Immovable object (my chronic fatigue) vs unstoppable force (my desire to do literally anything other than lie in bed)
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Bit late for posting for most but y'all have a good Father's day if you got a dad, or are a dad, or even just have a grandad!
Or if you, don't have a dad or have lost your dad one way or another, then simply enjoy the day with family if you feel like it.
Just know today can either be a special day, or just any other day and that it's alright to think so.
So happy fathers day, and if its not that day for you, then I hope you have a good day in the end
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