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Our Girl - Sidney Crosby x Daughter Reader - Pt. 1
Sidney Crosby x Kathy Leutner (romantic), Sidney Crosby x Daughter Reader (platonic)
Summary: You have Spina Bifida, but that doens't change how much they love you.
Warnings: spina bifida, traumatic birth, diagnosis, hospitals
You are here! | Part 2
Word Count: 3,150
requests open :)
Spina Bifida is a congenital condition that effects every 1 in 2,000 births.
And no one thinks it will be them
The clinic room is dim, lit only by the soft blue glow of the ultrasound screen.
Kathy is smiling before the wand even touches her stomach.
Sid’s already leaning forward in his chair, elbows on his knees, like he’s watching a Game 7 overtime—except this time, his hands aren’t clenched from nerves. They’re open, resting on Kathy’s thigh, thumb brushing slow, absent circles.
They’ve done this before. Once at twelve weeks and once at sixteen weeks. Just quick checks. Everything perfect both times.
But twenty weeks is different.
This is the one where they get to see their baby.
“Ready?” the tech asks gently.
Kathy nods immediately. “Yeah—yeah, we’ve been ready for weeks.”
Sid huffs out a quiet laugh. “Months.”
The gel is cold, but Kathy barely reacts. Her eyes are locked on the screen the second the image flickers into view.
There.
Their baby.
You can see her head, her tiny spine, the curve of her body. She shifts, just slightly, like she knows she’s being watched.
“Oh my God,” Kathy breathes.
Sid doesn’t say anything at first. He just stares.
“There are some findings on the ultrasound that we need to talk about.”
Sid’s hand is gripping Kathy’s now. Hard.
The doctor turns the screen slightly, pointing.
“This is your baby’s spine,” she says. “And here—around the lower back, at about the L2 level—we’re seeing an opening.”
Kathy stares at the screen, not understanding.
“An opening?” Sid asks, voice tight.
“It’s a condition called myelomeningocele, which is the most severe form of spina bifida.”
The words don’t land all at once. They kind of scatter.
“What does that mean?” Kathy whispers.
The doctor’s voice stays calm. Steady.
“It means that part of your baby’s spinal cord and nerves haven’t developed properly and are exposed through an opening in the spine.”
Kathy’s breath catches.
The doctor continues, gently but clearly.
“Because of where it’s located—at L2, in the lumbar region—your daughter will not have normal movement or sensation below that level. She will not be able to walk independently, and it’s very likely she won’t be able to stand without significant support.”
Sid closes his eyes for a second.
Kathy just stares.
Not blinking.
Not moving.
“There are also other things that often come with this,” the doctor says. “Many children with myelomeningocele develop hydrocephalus—fluid buildup in the brain. To treat that, they usually need something called a VP shunt.”
Kathy swallows. “What’s that?”
“It’s a small device that’s surgically placed to drain excess fluid from the brain into the abdomen, where the body can absorb it. It helps relieve pressure and protects the brain.”
Sid nods slowly, like he’s forcing himself to understand every word.
“There can also be bladder and bowel challenges,” the doctor continues. “Your daughter will likely need lifelong support with those functions.”
Kathy’s hand drifts down to her stomach.
Instinct.
Protective.
“There may be orthopedic issues as she grows—things like scoliosis, which is a curvature of the spine, hip dislocations, tightness in her joints, and clubbed feet.”
The list feels endless.
Heavy.
“But,” the doctor says softly, “there’s more.”
Kathy’s eyes flick up.
“We also see signs of something called a Chiari II malformation.”
Sid exhales sharply. “What is that?”
“It’s when part of the brain—the cerebellum and brainstem—are positioned lower than usual, extending into the spinal canal. It can affect things like swallowing, coordination, and sometimes vision. Some children have a reduced gag reflex, difficulty feeding early on, or shaky eye movement issues like nystagmus.”
Kathy feels like she’s sinking.
Like the chair is disappearing beneath her.
Like she can’t get enough air.
“But I need you to hear this too,” the doctor says, leaning forward slightly.
And something in her tone shifts.
Warmer.
Stronger.
“Many children with spina bifida—especially with the right support—have normal cognitive development. Your daughter has a very high chance of being intellectually typical.”
Kathy blinks.
“That means she can learn, think, communicate, form opinions—be independent in her own ways.”
Sid looks at her then.
Really looks.
“She can have a full, meaningful life,” the doctor says gently. “She will face challenges, yes. Significant ones. But she can also be strong, capable, and completely herself.”
The room is quiet.
Too quiet.
Kathy finally looks back at the screen.
At their daughter.
Still.
Small.
Perfect.
Her voice breaks when she speaks.
“She’s still… our girl.”
Sid nods immediately, his hand coming up to cradle the back of her head.
“Yeah,” he says, rough. “Yeah, she is.”
He looks at the screen too now.
At his daughter.
His voice is quieter when he adds—
“Nothing about that changes.”
Kathy leans into him, tears slipping silently down her cheeks.
“But everything else does,” she whispers.
Sid presses his lips to her hair.
And for the first time since they walked in, he doesn’t have an answer. He just holds her tighter.
And stares at their little girl, already loving her more than anything in the world.
Months later, the delivery room is loud in a way Kathy didn’t expect.
Not chaotic—just full.
Voices, movement, the steady rhythm of machines. A team already in place before she’s even fully aware of them. Neonatology. Neurosurgery on standby. Nurses moving with quiet efficiency.
Everything is prepared.
Because they already know.
Sid never lets go of her hand.
Not once.
“You’re doing so good,” he keeps saying, over and over, his voice low and steady against her ear. “You’ve got her. We’ve got her.”
Kathy nods, breath shaky, body exhausted—but her mind is locked on one thing.
Her daughter.
“Is she okay?” she asks between contractions, again and again. “When she comes out—is she going to be okay?”
No one lies to her.
But no one leaves her alone in it either.
“We’re ready for her,” one of the doctors says gently. “The second she’s born, we’ll take care of her.”
When it finally happens, it’s fast.
A rush of movement.
One last push—
And then—
A cry.
High. Sharp. Immediate.
Kathy sobs the second she hears it. “That’s her—that’s her—”
Sid’s head drops forward for a second, relief crashing through him so hard his knees almost give out.
“She’s crying,” he says, voice breaking. “She’s crying, Kath—she’s—”
But he doesn’t finish.
Because the room shifts.
Not panic.
Not exactly.
But urgency.
Controlled. Focused.
Their daughter is only briefly lifted—just enough for Kathy to see a glimpse of her face, red and scrunched and alive—
—and then she’s turned carefully, very carefully, onto her stomach.
“Why—why are they—?” Kathy’s voice spikes.
The doctor is already speaking, calm but quick. “She has an exposed spinal lesion on her lower back. We need to protect it.”
Sid’s chest tightens.
He can’t see it clearly from where he’s standing, but he sees enough.
A small, fragile sac at her lower spine.
Uncovered.
Vulnerable.
Everything in him wants to move closer, to do something, but there’s already a team surrounding her.
They place her prone—on her stomach—so there’s no pressure on the lesion.
A nurse immediately covers it with sterile, saline-soaked dressings and a clear protective wrap.
“Is she okay?” Kathy asks again, voice shaking harder now. “Why aren’t they bringing her to me?”
“They need to stabilize her first,” someone says gently.
But Kathy’s already crying.
Sid leans down, pressing his forehead to hers. “She’s here,” he whispers. “She’s here, okay? She’s fighting.”
Minutes later, they bring Sid over.
“Dad, you can come see her.”
He hesitates for half a second—just enough to look back at Kathy.
“Go,” she says immediately. “Go with her.”
He crosses the room slow.
And then he stops.
Because there she is.
So small.
So real.
Wrapped carefully—but not like a typical newborn.
She’s still on her stomach, her lower back covered in that protective dressing. There's tubes and monitors everywhere. But he can see her tiny chest rising and falling.
Her legs are still.
Completely still.
Sid swallows hard.
“Hey,” he whispers, crouching down beside her. “Hey, baby girl…”
His hand hovers for a second before he gently touches her shoulder—one of the only safe places.
She reacts.
Just slightly.
But it’s enough.
His throat closes.
“She’s strong,” one of the nurses says softly. “She came out crying, which is a great sign.”
He nods, eyes burning. “Yeah. Yeah, she is.”
Within the first hour, things move quickly.
They don’t wait with myelomeningocele.
“In the next 24 to 48 hours, she’ll need surgery to close the opening on her spine,” the neurosurgeon explains to both of them once Kathy is able to see her.
Kathy’s still in bed, pale and exhausted, but she refuses to rest until she knows everything.
“They’ll cover the exposed nerves, protect the spinal cord, and reduce the risk of infection,” he continues. “It’s the first step.”
Kathy nods, clutching the blanket. “And the fluid in her brain?”
“We’ll monitor closely,” he says. “Many babies develop hydrocephalus in the first days or weeks. If that happens, we’ll place a VP shunt.”
Sid glances at Kathy.
They both remember.
A tube.
Draining fluid from her brain to her little tummy.
Later, in the NICU, Kathy finally gets to see her up close.
Really see her.
Their daughter’s eyes flutter open briefly.
Dark.
Unfocused.
Perfect.
Kathy reaches out carefully, her hand trembling as it brushes her tiny arm.
“Hi,” she whispers, tears slipping down her temples into her hair. “Hi, my girl…”
Sid stands beside her, one hand on Kathy, the other resting gently near their daughter.
“She’s so little,” Kathy says.
“And so stubborn already,” Sid murmurs. “Came out yelling.”
Kathy lets out a soft, broken laugh.
But then her eyes drift.
To the monitors.
To the careful positioning.
To the reality of everything they were told.
“She’s not moving her legs,” she whispers.
Sid’s jaw tightens.
“I know.”
A long pause.
“But she’s here,” he says quietly. “She’s here, Kath.”
Their daughter makes a small sound.
Not a full cry.
Just a soft, protesting noise.
And Kathy smiles through her tears.
“Yeah,” she says, voice shaking. “Yeah, she is.”
That night, neither of them leaves.
Not really.
Even when the nurses insist on rest, on sleep, on taking turns—
they always come back to her bedside.
Watching.
Listening.
Learning her.
The wires.
The dressings.
The careful way she has to be handled.
It’s overwhelming.
Terrifying.
Nothing like what they imagined.
But somewhere in the middle of it—
Sid leans down close to her, voice soft enough that only she could hear if she understood.
“You’ve got a whole team already, kid,” he murmurs. “And you’ve got us.”
Kathy reaches over, resting her hand beside his.
“We’re not going anywhere,” she whispers.
And their daughter, their tiny, stubborn, incredibly here daughter breathes steadily.
A month later, the discharge doesn’t feel real.
Not at first.
There are too many papers. Too many instructions. Too many pauses where someone looks at them just a second longer than normal and says, “Call us if anything feels off. Even if you’re not sure.”
Kathy’s holding the baby when the nurse starts going over it all again.
“So—her shunt,” the nurse says gently, nodding toward their daughter’s head. “She had the VP shunt placed to manage the fluid in her brain. It’s working well right now, but you need to watch for signs that it might not be.”
Sid is already nodding.
He’s been listening to every word like it’s game film.
“What kind of signs?” he asks.
“In a baby this young—vomiting, especially repeated. Extreme sleepiness or difficulty waking her. A high-pitched cry that’s different from her normal. Bulging of the soft spot on her head. Rapid head growth. Irritability that you can’t settle.”
Kathy instinctively adjusts the blanket around her daughter, like she can protect her from all of it just by holding her tighter.
The nurse continues.
“And because of her Chiari II malformation, watch for any changes in her breathing—pauses, noisy breathing, trouble feeding, choking, anything like that.”
Kathy nods, eyes fixed on her baby’s face.
“Okay.”
“There’s more,” another nurse adds softly, stepping in with a small stack of supplies.
A stack is an understatement.
It’s bags.
Boxes.
Care kits.
“You’ll need to continue her catheterizations as instructed,” she says. “That helps her bladder empty safely. We’ve included everything you’ll need to start.”
Kathy’s throat tightens, but she nods again.
“And for her bowel program—your care team will help you build a routine as she grows.”
Sid glances at the supplies, then back at their daughter.
It’s a lot.
It’s so much.
But he doesn’t hesitate.
“Okay,” he says. “We’ll figure it out.”
The nurse smiles at him. “You will.”
By the time they’re actually walking out, Kathy feels like she’s carrying something made of glass and gravity at the same time.
Their daughter is strapped into the car seat—carefully positioned, extra padding to keep pressure off her back.
Sid checks the straps three times.
Then a fourth.
“Sid,” Kathy says softly, exhausted but amused.
“I know,” he mutters. “I just—yeah. Okay.”
He closes the car door like it might shatter.
The drive home is quiet.
Every little sound from the back seat makes Kathy turn her head.
Every breath.
Every shift.
“She’s okay,” Sid says gently, glancing at her.
“I know,” Kathy whispers. “I just… I want to see her.”
“Two minutes,” he says. “We’re almost there.”
When they pull into the driveway, neither of them moves right away.
Home.
It looks the same.
Exactly the same.
But it doesn’t feel the same.
Sid exhales slowly. “Okay.”
Kathy nods.
“Okay.”
Inside, everything is ready.
The bassinet.
The changing station.
The impossibly tiny clothes.
All of it set up weeks ago with excitement.
Now it feels different.
Heavier.
More real.
Kathy settles onto the couch carefully, cradling their daughter against her chest.
“She’s home,” she whispers, almost like she doesn’t believe it.
Sid stands there for a second, just looking at them.
Then he moves.
Not toward the couch.
Toward the hallway.
Kathy blinks. “Sid?”
“I’ll be right back,” he says, already halfway down.
She hears doors opening.
Closing.
Footsteps.
Then—
“…we’re gonna have to widen that.”
Kathy frowns. “What?”
Sid reappears, gesturing vaguely toward the front of the house. “The doorway—it’s not wide enough for a wheelchair.”
Kathy just stares at him.
He keeps going.
“And the front steps—we’ll need a ramp. Same with the back patio. And the yard—there are dips back there, we should probably level it out so nothing gets caught—”
“Sid.”
He stops.
Finally looks at her.
Their daughter is curled against Kathy’s chest, fast asleep, tiny hand tucked under her chin.
“She is one month old,” Kathy says gently.
Sid blinks.
“…I know.”
“She is not using a wheelchair tomorrow.”
“I know,” he repeats, softer this time.
There’s a pause.
And then Kathy smiles.
Because she sees it.
What this actually is.
“You’re already planning how she’s going to move through the world,” she says.
Sid’s shoulders drop just slightly.
“Yeah,” he admits.
Kathy’s smile widens, eyes shining.
“That’s… really sweet.”
He huffs out a quiet breath, rubbing the back of his neck. “I just—I don’t want anything in her way.”
Kathy looks down at their daughter.
At how small she is.
How new.
How completely unaware of every obstacle being mapped out ahead of her.
You've been working for the Olympics this past week as a personal assistant to the US Figure Skaters. But due to your astounding abilities to handle chaos well, we've decided to upgrade you to where your skills could be more useful! You'll now be helping out hockey players with whatever they need. Water? You'll get it! New laces? On their way!
Due to the sheer amount of hockey players we have here, we've selected six for you to assist. From the US team, Quinn Hughes, Brock Faber, and Clayton Keller. From the Canadian team, Macklin Celebrini, Sidney Crosby, and Brad Marchand!
Your job entails:
Getting Coffee
Refilling stick tape
Getting them to practices and media slots on time
Getting them through the arena to family after the games
Anything else they might need!
🏒 How This Works
Each player has their own storyline, picked by choices linked at the bottom of the fic
Choices can change the outcome
There are love, hate, and awkward endings
You WILL have to do your job. Make sure to remember their coffee order!
Remember: You can always return to the masterpost to draft again.
Intro Post - To Be Linked
Tag to follow updates: #gold-medal-crush
Shoutout to @wannabehockeygf for the Clayton Keller storyline and @ruinix for the Quinn Hughes storyline. Wrote these for u twins (- 3 -)
I’ve said this before and I’ll say it again but it is absolutely an example of civilizational inadequacy that only deaf people know ASL
“oh we shouldn’t teach children this language, it will only come in handy if they [checks notes] ever have to talk in a situation where it’s noisy or they need to be quiet”
My family went holiday SCUBA diving once, and a couple of Deaf guys were in the group. I was really little and I spent most of the briefing overcome with the realization that while the rest of us were going to have regulators in our mouths and be underwater fairly soon, they were going to be able to do all the same stuff and keep talking.
Update: you guys this is an amazing resource for learning asl. Bill Vicars is an incredible teacher. His videos are of him teaching a student in a classroom, using the learned vocabulary to have conversations.
Not only is the conversation format immersive and helpful for learning the grammar, but the students make common mistakes which he corrects, mistakes I wouldn’t have otherwise know I was making.
He also emphasizes learning ASL in the way it’s actually used by the Deaf community and not the rigid structure that some ASL teachers impose in their classrooms
His lesson plans include learning about the Deaf community, which is an important aspect of learning ASL. Knowing how to communicate in ASL without the knowledge of the culture behind it leaves out a lot of nuances and explanations for the way ASL is.
Lastly, his lessons are just a lot of fun to watch. He is patient, entertaining, and funny. This good natured enthusiasm is contagious and learning feels like a privilege and not a chore
And it’s all FREE. Seriously. If you’ve ever wanted to learn ASL
as a reader myself i can't imagine complaining about fanfiction.
heads up:: complaining about what you can't find under the x reader tags won't make it any easier to find. and also as someone who used to write...do you know why most writers started writing? because they couldn't find the content they wanted to read
so for the love of GOD PLEASE shut up about the lack or overload of smut or fluff or whateverthefuck.
writers aren't your fucking genies and all your fanfictions wishes aren't obligated to come true because you whined under 100+ x reader tags.
Could be better but it's not the worst, i got sick last week but I'm better now.
I'm currently looking for work while in a work thing to help me find work. (I don't know how to describe it since I can't find an English word for what I'm in)
It's not really an event, it's sort of like schooling i guess, basically we get money for going there and the people there are supposed to help us find a job/ work Training, because here in Germany you have to go through training for 3 years for any job you want to take.
or like getting interrogated on your mother's family's criminal and psychological history for or some shit for three weeks and then you need to ritually sacrifice a wild boar to actually get the job, usually its a combination of the two :)
Well you do still have to meet with your future employer and see if they'll accept you to do your training there.
But yea you go through training for 3 years which consists of regular ass work and School either two days every week or what's known as Block school which is like a week or two of regular work and a week or two school.
I'm interested in becoming basically a medical assistant so I'd work under a general practitioner as an example. Basically a nurse just for a GP and not the Hospital
Technically i already had a place last August but i quit during my Probation time. Here you go through a few months of probation (the time frame for the probation is specified in the contract you sign) and during that time either you or your Employer can decide to end the contract without having to give a reason. After the probation time is over though if you want to quit or your employer wants to fire you, you/your employer has to be notified in a time frame of four weeks with a reason as to why you're quitting/why you're getting fired.
I ended my work at the Eye Doctor i was at during my probation because I didn't feel exactly comfortable, it didn't have anything to do with the doctor or the other workers because that's the eye doctor i go to but mostly because this specific office also does surgeries on eyes, think for taking care of cataracts. And that's not what i wanted to learn.
Anyway, i hope i get another place soon.
(is it noticeable i like explaining how stuff works here in Germany?)
i saw this notification, read it, and shouted "PROBATION!?!?" in my head because usually i've only heard that word used for the prision kind of probation.
anyways yes that kind of probation makes more sense when explained further.
hmm eye doctor would certainly be interesting, personally i'm not sure if i would do it for any other reason than learning resources to help with my poor eyesight and the condition i have.
and dw! i love hearing how things work in other countries, this is very interesting!
Could be better but it's not the worst, i got sick last week but I'm better now.
I'm currently looking for work while in a work thing to help me find work. (I don't know how to describe it since I can't find an English word for what I'm in)
It's not really an event, it's sort of like schooling i guess, basically we get money for going there and the people there are supposed to help us find a job/ work Training, because here in Germany you have to go through training for 3 years for any job you want to take.
or like getting interrogated on your mother's family's criminal and psychological history for or some shit for three weeks and then you need to ritually sacrifice a wild boar to actually get the job, usually its a combination of the two :)
Well you do still have to meet with your future employer and see if they'll accept you to do your training there.
But yea you go through training for 3 years which consists of regular ass work and School either two days every week or what's known as Block school which is like a week or two of regular work and a week or two school.
I'm interested in becoming basically a medical assistant so I'd work under a general practitioner as an example. Basically a nurse just for a GP and not the Hospital
Technically i already had a place last August but i quit during my Probation time. Here you go through a few months of probation (the time frame for the probation is specified in the contract you sign) and during that time either you or your Employer can decide to end the contract without having to give a reason. After the probation time is over though if you want to quit or your employer wants to fire you, you/your employer has to be notified in a time frame of four weeks with a reason as to why you're quitting/why you're getting fired.
I ended my work at the Eye Doctor i was at during my probation because I didn't feel exactly comfortable, it didn't have anything to do with the doctor or the other workers because that's the eye doctor i go to but mostly because this specific office also does surgeries on eyes, think for taking care of cataracts. And that's not what i wanted to learn.
Anyway, i hope i get another place soon.
(is it noticeable i like explaining how stuff works here in Germany?)
Could be better but it's not the worst, i got sick last week but I'm better now.
I'm currently looking for work while in a work thing to help me find work. (I don't know how to describe it since I can't find an English word for what I'm in)
It's not really an event, it's sort of like schooling i guess, basically we get money for going there and the people there are supposed to help us find a job/ work Training, because here in Germany you have to go through training for 3 years for any job you want to take.
or like getting interrogated on your mother's family's criminal and psychological history for or some shit for three weeks and then you need to ritually sacrifice a wild boar to actually get the job, usually its a combination of the two :)
Well you do still have to meet with your future employer and see if they'll accept you to do your training there.
But yea you go through training for 3 years which consists of regular ass work and School either two days every week or what's known as Block school which is like a week or two of regular work and a week or two school.
I'm interested in becoming basically a medical assistant so I'd work under a general practitioner as an example. Basically a nurse just for a GP and not the Hospital
Could be better but it's not the worst, i got sick last week but I'm better now.
I'm currently looking for work while in a work thing to help me find work. (I don't know how to describe it since I can't find an English word for what I'm in)
It's not really an event, it's sort of like schooling i guess, basically we get money for going there and the people there are supposed to help us find a job/ work Training, because here in Germany you have to go through training for 3 years for any job you want to take.
Could be better but it's not the worst, i got sick last week but I'm better now.
I'm currently looking for work while in a work thing to help me find work. (I don't know how to describe it since I can't find an English word for what I'm in)
⟢ bf!tamsy who always accommodates for what you lack in height whenever you want to kiss him or touch his face—leaning down without complaint, but only after watching you pout a little first.
“careful now, angel,” he murmurs, “you’ll strain your achilles.”
🀥 bf!tamsy who lightly taps your cheek with his index finger when you zone out, head tilting as his gaze softens.
“…are you paying attention, hm?”
⟢ bf!tamsy who sends you off to missions with a feather-light kiss pressed to your temple, gentle enough to barely linger—while, unbeknownst to you, his tokushin slips an almost impossible-to-notice thread around your finger.
for safety purposes, of course.
🀥 bf!tamsy who, after enough nagging, finally gives in and lets you see the scars spread across his chest, eyes softening despite himself as you trace the jagged edges with the light drag of a fingernail.
⟢ bf!tamsy who takes one look at the tear in your clothes and doesn’t even consider sending you to august. absolutely not. he quietly takes them from your hands, needle already threaded, because there’s no way in hell he’s going to allow that scatterbrained man lay his fingers on fabric that’s been against your skin.
🀥 bf!tamsy who lets you curl up on his lap without a word, you pepper soft kisses along his cheek, and he waits—patient, indulgent—as they drift closer to his lips. when your bottom lip brushes his labret piercing, it catches just enough to remind you it’s there, cool metal against warmth.
⟢ bf!tamsy who feels the moment you lose focus, fingers coming up to toy with it instead, curiosity overtaking intent. a quiet chuckle slips from him at that, fond, as his finger brushes against your hip.
🀥 bf!tamsy who sings you lullabies when you tell him you feel restless. his slight accent catching onto the tips of his melodized words. the cadence deems itself unfamiliar to your ears, however, it’s hard to care when you drift off within minutes every time.
⟢ bf!tamsy who always makes sure you end up seated beside him in the car whenever enjin ropes team eager into another mission with team akuta. he lets you rest your head against his collarbone—but only on the ride back, when the job is done and you’ve already worked yourself thin doing exactly what was asked of you.
🀥 bf!tamsy who fights the muscles in his face, forcing them into stillness even as a shadow of a grimace threatens to slip through when your weak, fevered body clings to him in desperation. the mission he’s dispatched to is mandatory, but before he leaves, he gathers what little composure he has left and presses a careful kiss into your clammy palm, (despite all the germs he’s sure are wandering the surface).
⟢ bf!tamsy who lets you fuss over his injuries, deliberately steering clear of eisha just so your pretty hands can tend to him instead. he tilts his head, quietly amused, listening to you ramble about him needing to be more careful next time.
“now, now, my dear.. there’s no need to get so worked up.”
🀥 bf!tamsy who lets you braid his long, pretty hair to your heart’s content, patiently allowing you to intertwine his locks into a two-toned braid. he has one condition though, you have to face him while you work, so he can watch the adorable little expression you make when you’re concentrating—his words.
hi everyone. this is mira @simplybakugou i’m tagging people that read the mystic academia series because i’m an idiot and fell for a scam that led to my account being hacked and deleted. i’m working with tumblr support to both recover my account and regain access to it as well.
please reblog this so people know i didn’t just delete my account out of nowhere.
i will still be working on bakugou’s route of mystic academia but please be patient while i navigate this incredibly difficult and fucked up situation.
When are you going to continue the masterlist for the mighty nein? Ignore this if it sounds mean, or you're already doing more mighty nein or aren't feeling well both physically or emotionally, or if you have writer's block
I as it stands right now am not intending on writing anything, i made a post a few weeks ago. I think it's pinned somewhere i my Master post that I'm on a Hiatus, i don't know when or if I'll return since my life has become pretty hectic and I barely have time to write.
I may write small blurbs for the mighty Nine or other Critical role campaigns but definitely no new stories at this point.
Also don't worry it didn't sound mean or anything, you were simply curious I can't fault anyone for that. Thank you for enjoying my stories while i did write them.
I hope you have a wonderful Christmas and a happy new year!
@nanamineedstherapy I fucking love you for saying the things I could never put into words.
I was looking for fics and in my search I found a dope post delving into fictional men but there are some specific parts that really fuckin spoke to me:
I would reblog the entire thing but it was too big and the parts in red are the ones that really spoke to me.
I'm guessing you guys have already noticed but i haven't posted anything in a while, mostly because I've kinda lost interest in writing fanfictions, at least for now. I haven't written anything in months and i doubt I'll be able to in the next coming months because I'm starting work Tomorrow and that's gonna take up a lot of my time, so for the time being this account will be achieved/ put on a indefinite Hiatus, I'll still post on here just no Story's.
I don't know if I'll come back to writing, I'll have to see, but i hope you enjoyed my writing, at least what little i did post. Thank you for reading and i hope to see you all again.
