yes hello i have decided not to finish this because wots to come is too horrible and i might die (if you have seen the video ull understand) ,, but since i suffered workin on part of it, you gotta suffer too so here:
Imagine you’re on your period and have to sit through a pretty long meeting with Genji and a few others. When the meeting adjourns, you stand to leave, but you feel a hand on your wrist that immediately pulls you back down into your seat. You turn to ask Genji what the problem is, but he just shushes you and waits for everyone else to leave before speaking.
“I think you had a little accident, love,” he says softly. “I didn’t want to risk the others seeing.”
You let out a small gasp and get back off your seat to see that you have indeed bled through your pants and even got some on the chair. You start to panic. It was a long way to your bedroom where you could get another pair of pants and a new pad, and oh god everyone is going to see, this is the worst day ever, oh god—
Genji sees your distress and gently hushes you. He explains that his room is closer to the meeting room and he has some sweat pants you can change into— plus some pads! (…He decided to invest in a box or two since he started dating you. It just seemed like a smart move.) He also assures you that he will keep your back covered so no one will catch sight of the stain you’re currently sporting.
You’re near tears you’re so relieved. You quickly take his hand and have him hurry along behind you. The sooner you can change, the sooner this embarrassment will go away.
Can I request an imagine where the reader is insecure about her legs (to the point where she wears pants even when it's hot out?) ~thanks✨
Here you go darlin:)
He’d be concerned when he noticed you never wearing shorts, not even to bed, but he wouldn’t bore you with questions instead he’d focus on the parts of you he loved the most, making sure no matter what was going through your head he was silencing it with his love.
He wouldn’t want to hear it when you finally gave into his questions and told him about your insecurity. It would offend him that you hated any part of your body and would be very vocal about how wrong you were and how unnecessary it was for you to think that way.
He’d hate himself for ever letting you think about yourself negatively. He’d sit there with one hand on your covered knee as he pried the information out of you and when you were done telling him he’d kiss you gently before slowly pulling your leggings down and laying you back. He wouldn’t do anything, he’d just want you to learn how to be comfortable around him. He wouldn’t care if you wanted to keep covered infant of others, as long as he knew you he loved you. Every part of you.
It would break his heart to see you so self conscious about anything, let alone his favorite part of you. He didn’t care what you thought you looked like, to him you were perfect and it wasn’t fare to him that you couldn’t love yourself as much as he loved you. He would spend every moment with you making you smile and feel as comfortable as possible.
He’d know your insecurities and share them with you in confidence. Seeing how much his own thoughts bothered you made you forget about all of your issues and when he brought them back up to tell you not to feel about your thoughts you couldn’t help but smile at the way he had managed to make you feel better and you soon found yourself loosening up around him in ways you never saw yourself doing.
Tae would make you feel better through laughter. He’d tell you if you didnt want to wear shorts then he would have to make up for the both of you by walking around the house pant less. He’d dance around until you were a laughing mess which would cause him to pull you into his arms and look at you sternly. He’d tell you how much he loved you and how beautiful you are.
He’d lay sweet kisses over you as he listed off a long list of the things he loved the most about you, your legs being number one and every other bullet he listed. He insisted that you’d smile and when you did he’d pull you into a hug and kiss the top of your head before pulling you up to cuddle into his chest and trailing his fingers up and down your thighs.
Request: “Credence x reader
where he is terrified to be a dad and his nerves getting to him once you give
birth and you or Newt help him?”
Pairing: Credence Barebone x Reader
Word Count: 803
A/n: sorry this is so short :/
It scared him.
When your belly swelled, you laughed with joy, smiling at him with
a love like no other. But he was afraid. When the doctors told you that you
were having a girl, you teared up excitedly squeezing his hand. He had smiled
back at you, but felt as if there was a silent tugging at his core. He wanted
to run. But he loved you, so he held it in. He pulled all his doubts into
himself and covered them up, ashamed of them, as if he were a murderer cleaning
a crime scene. The only evidence left was himself, and he was in a fit of
panic. The bottling up did no good, and it all came pouring out on the day of
his daughter’s birth.
“Credence, do you want to see her?” You asked, practically glowing
from the baby.
He shook his head, trembling. Then he turned, and ran. He ran down
the hallway of the hospital, he ran up the stairs and fled to the roof, where
he panted violently. His heart felt like it was clawing its way up his throat,
trying to escape his body.
He spun around to see Newt, his hands up in a non-threatening
manner. “Credence, what’s wrong?”
There was no use in hiding it now, it was too late.
“Newt, I’m afraid.” He whimpered, Newt coming beside him and
resting a sure hand on his shoulder. Credence no longer flinched at the
Aw is it your birthday?? I hope you'll have lots of fun babe, even more than Greece (idk if that'll be possible tho but pretend for me) and have a stress-free day and that you'll get everything you've ever asked for 💖💖💖💖💖💖 seriously tho eat lots of cake and tell me all about it so I'll go and get some too n get fat :')))) i love your cute British self, make it a birthday to remember and turn tf up!!!!
yup. there’s your cake. masterpiece. artisan baker’s. all of ‘em.
Do you ever look at a boy and think 'there's a dick inside of his pants. Like it's right there. Where is it? Like I could sit on that. Right on that Dick. That's is attached to that boy' coz I do.... a lot
😂😂😂😂😂 imma be honest, I think about dick a lot as it is
Shaving causes a lot of dysphoria for me but when my parents see me with unshaved legs I get made fun of and in trouble too. Theyve tried to blackmail and threaten me into shaving bc they see it as a really big deal. I can't wear long pants bc it's really hot where I live. What do I do?
Maybe look into bleaching your leg hair? That way, it’s not visible from afar, but you will still be able to feel it.