Why am I late to the Désiré Doué train yohhh I’m so embarrassed even his full name is sexy afff whew. May I have a crumb alphabet/headcannon pretty please 🥹🥹🥹 this thirst needs to quenched asap
Learning- Desire Doue
pairing: gf!reader x bf!Desire
note: 😭😭🤚🏾aye bandla, getting on the boat when i’ve left? diabolical work
at first Desire hadn’t noticed
the late nights
slipping past him when he got home or even out of his arms after an exhausting day with a chaste kiss and mumbled excuse he couldn’t even comprehend…
all he knew was one minute you were there
then you were gone
and it wasn’t sitting right with him.
pacing the length of the living room of your shared house, the ring in his pocket burning a hole through his sweatpants as he waited for you, the clock ticking as it hung on the wall felt more like a count down
the countdown toward the end
he didn’t want to think that of you
he loves you, more than words could encompass, express or even describe, you were the woman he was going to marry, make a mother and a wife, something a 20 year old shouldn’t be thinking of but thoughts that just felt right and came so easily to him around you.
but this routine, this secret hung heavy between you two
Desiré had stopped asking, started observing more.
your routine was always the same; 7:30PM on the dot, you grabbed your tote, and headed out. He tried sifting through the tote, the shame and guilt of it still ate at him, he should trust you enough not to look through your things.
the door clicked open, your face lighting up at the sight of your boyfriend still awake
“where have you been?” he says before he can stop himself
you stop dead in your tracks
arms lowering slowly along with the pastry box you had in hand
“i—
“don’t lie to me this time” he says sharper “you’re always gone at the same time, avoiding my questions, galavanting into the night at all hours”
you blink twice
“i” you sigh “i’ve been taking classes”
you take the textbook out of your bag
“French” you say softly “for you”
it’s Desire’s turn to be caught offside
“i’m sorry for the secrecy i just wanted to suprise you and your family” you say “i feel so bad making them speak English or making you translate that i thought i’d take the step”
Desiré pulls you into him, his arms wrapping around you
“oh mon amor” he mumbles into your hair “i’m so sorry”
“it’s fine, i would have thought the same” you say hugging him back “if it’s any consolation, i passed”
Desiré gives you a soft smile, kissing you softly “of cause you did”
you nudge him with a laugh
“does this mean i can speak to you in French?”
“hold your horses big boy”
“awe come on bébé!”