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Gift For TachibanasWife: Hajime Laughs, Are You Going To Ask Me If Id Still Love You If You Were A Worm
Gift for TachibanasWife: Hajime laughs, “Are you going to ask me if I’d still love you if you were a worm again?” (IwaOi, HQ)
Would you still love me if I were the size of a truck?
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tags: omegaverse, pregnancy, implied antenatal depression, comfort
note: i've picked up a few more HQ gotcha fics after pinch hits were opened up and here's one of the (surprisingly many?) pregnancy fics i picked up. enjoy~
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Tooru has mixed feelings when he ends up pregnant. He imagines himself in a few months, all stretched out in the middle with no clothes big enough to fit him. He’ll have giant swollen feet, will probably be lucky if he can see them, and won’t be able to go to the bathroom alone. He’s sure that by the time he’s six months pregnant, Hajime will be tired of him and he’ll be giving birth alone!
Hajime notices he’s spiraling and pinches his cheeks to get him to focus again, “I’m not going to leave you.”
“But I won’t be pretty anymore,” Tooru tells him. He’s only half joking. He knows Hajime isn’t the type of person to care about stuff like that, but…pregnancy was a big change. Not just physically. Their lives would be different from here on out. What if he gave birth and Hajime changed his mind about being a father with him?
His husband kisses him and then whispers, “You’re always going to be the prettiest. Now stop fishing for compliments!”
Tooru pouts, “You only say that now because I’m not the size of a truck!”
Hajime laughs, “Are you going to ask me if I’d still love you if you were a worm again?”
“No,” he grins, “I’m going to ask if you’d still love me if I were the size of a truck.”
His husband pulls him close and starts to scent him, “I would.”
“I’ll be all hard edges and cold and huge. I won’t fit on normal roads.”
He gets a kiss on his temple, “It’s fine. We’ll take the long way. And listen to that cringey pop music you love.”
Tooru is already feeling sleepy from their scenting but he weakly pounds on Hajime’s chest, “Pop music isn’t cringey. It’s stylish. And catchy. I’ve heard you humming it before. Fake hater.”
He feels the rumble of laughter as he closes his eyes.
Scenting soothes Tooru.
It always has but it helps even more after he’s pregnant. He’s not sure why but doubts easily worm their way into his head nowadays and he’s glad he has Hajime at his side to keep him grounded. He’d never known having a child would be so exhausting, not just physically but also mentally (His mother laughs when he tells her, I just thought I’d feel bad for two weeks and that it would hurt 9 months after that! )
It helps when he reads books like The 101s of Childbirth, What the Media Hides About Childbirth, a Guide For Pregnant Parents by Real Birthgivers, How to Raise Independant and Healthy Kids, Simple and Easy Exercises for Omegan Parents, and Will My Body Ever Recover? 10 Easy Steps to Get Back Your Pre-Pregnancy Body by Award Winning Pregnancy Coach Tanaka Jun. Hajime tells him that he doesn’t need books like the last one. That his body will always be perfect. He scowls down at some of the advice and tells him, Your body is changing so that you can nurture our baby properly, during the pregnancy and after.
Tooru isn’t easily pacified. He whines, “But you’re my husband! You’re supposed to say mushy things like that!”
Hajime sighs but looks determined, “Ok. If you’re really worried, I can take care of researching that aspect of pregnancy. You’re already stressed enough.”
And he does. Tooru has seen more reputable titles on his desk (Building Body Fat for a Healthy Pregnancy, 10 Ways to Help Keep Your Mobility While Pregnant) and in his bookmarks (5 Ways My Wife Helped Decrease My Stress During Pregnancy, What I Wish I Knew Before I Became Pregnant (And How I Improved My Mental Health)). They start doing simple workouts at home, which are mainly stretching and breathing focused. It helps him relax
The scenting especially helps when the morning symptoms finally kick in and when the bump finally grows from the size of a peach to the size of a volleyball.
He feels so undesirable in those moments.
“Let’s go out on a date,” Hajime tells him one day when Tooru is under so many blankets, brooding.
“Don’t wanna.”
“Didn’t you say you were craving something sweet?” he asks and Tooru feels himself crumble.
“I am…”
Hajime snakes a hand under the blankets to rub at his belly, “Let’s go for a walk. We can get some fresh air.”
He doesn’t need to tell him he’s worried about Tooru staying cooped in for days for him to understand. He gets out of bed and his feet are slightly sore. Hajime takes no pity, telling him it’s his fault for hibernating in their nest while he’s been busy at work. Then apologizes for being so busy that week. He massages his feet before they go out.
Walks are miracle workers. They must be because it helps improve his mood.
He loves being bathed by Hajime’s scent but it’s fall now and the smell of the crisp air, of the falling leaves, and the flow of the river…it all makes him feel at peace. It also helps that he’s finally eaten something sweet. It doesn’t satisfy the crave completely, but it’s a start.
They hold hands as they sit down near the playground. It’s a weekend so it’s full of children laughing and running around, and families walking their dogs. Tooru watches, transfixed, at how many pregnant parents are walking around.
He’s the first in their group of friends to get pregnant. Some of them don’t want children and others have said they’re not ready yet. He got congratulatory messages and Hinata had been hounding him for details about everything. Even Ushijima had sent him a message. A simple ‘I’m happy for you’. Kageyama had asked if he needed anything about two months ago and Tooru had left him on read (until Hajime told him he was being petty). His reply might have been petty
He grins, “Iwa-chan! Let’s take a picture!”
Hajime smiles, “It’s been a while since you last called me that…”
And Tooru realizes it’s true. He feels his eyes water slightly, “Sorry. I’ve just been…it’s been hard…”
“Don’t,” Hajime tells him, “You don’t have to apologize. Ever.”
They take a few pictures but they’re not exactly what Tooru wants, and it isn’t until another expecting couple walks over and offers to take their picture that he’s satisfied.
He posts the picture onto his Instagram. He hadn’t updated it in months. He thinks it’s easier like this. In the caption he writes: Iwa-chan and I went on a date! Iwa-chan, tell me how pretty I look #pregnantandbeautiful
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Gift for leviyaperman: Katsuki isn’t sure what he did wrong today but surely he fucked up somewhere to end up in a situation like this. This being him and his boss in an elevator. Stuck. (ShinBaku, MHA)
Fuck you, Fuck me, Fuck it, Fuck today!
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tags: potty mouth company employee katsuki, composed CEO shinsou, sweat everywhere, stuck in an elevator, explicit (this post is M), undressing slowly
note: this was written as part of a gotcha 4 gaza. if you like mha the mha gotcha 4 gaza ( @myheroacademia-action ) is still taking donations (but may not be for too much longer) so get those donations and requests in soon!
i may or may not be doing more fics for this gotcha but if something keeps me up for days like this request... (hehehe)
p.s: i also used this post ( by @rarepairgremlin ) as inspiration for the title (and katsuki, hehe)
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Katsuki isn’t sure what he did wrong today but surely he fucked up somewhere to end up in a situation like this. This being him and his boss in an elevator. Stuck.
His day had started like any other day: wake up, go for a run, shower, and have breakfast. The only difference today had been the time he left his house. His department had gotten a new recruit this month and Katsuki had been saddled with his clumsy ass. While most of his mistakes had been simple things like making extra copies or stapling things incorrectly, the day before he’d really messed up. Deleting files messed up. And with Katsuki as the kid’s team leader, he’d had to clean up (and redo) all their hard work.
Hard work that had taken them a month to do.
Hard work that he had to redo in just a few days or risk losing contracts.
That’s why he’d stayed late at the office the night before and come in early today. Early enough to walk into the elevator, turn around, and see his boss with his raised hand, asking him to hold the elevator. And Katsuki knew his place. He held the elevator doors open with a grunt.
And now here they were. Stuck somewhere between the seventh and eighth floor.
He grinds his teeth and his boss raises a brow, amused. Katsuki thinks that if he lets the work pile up on him, he’ll start to look like him. All frazzled and tired and looking like some mad scientist. An attractive mad scientist…
He bangs his fist against the elevator wall and growls out (very disrespectfully), “All this money and you can’t even make sure everything works properly?!”
It’s been at least 30 minutes since they called in the problem, but the mechanical voice of the receptionist had been unhurried, Remember proper protocol. Do not try to open the doors or climb out of the lift. We have already called for help. Please wait for further instructions.
Which, shit, what’s the point of the help button if the receptionist has to call someone else for help too!
His boss smiles, “I didn’t think I had to explain the power of nature to you, Bakugou. Or did you forget we’re in the middle of typhoon season?”
Typhoon season. Possibly the worst season of the year. And no, Katsuki didn’t forget. It was hard to forget when the humidity burrowed its way between the space of his skin and clothes, making everything feel two sizes smaller, and activated pores he knew he didn’t have half the year.
And this was his other problem. It would have been fine if they’d been stuck in say, December, but now? He could feel his sweat building up in his pits and back.
His boss looks down at his phone and speaks absentmindedly. He’d taken off his suit jacket after he’d made the call and it was folded neatly over his briefcase, which was flat on the floor, “The light is still on and we were able to call for help, so it’s not a matter of a power outage…”
Which meant…
Katsuki’s voice was slightly strained when he said, “Something must have malfunctioned with the rain last night. They’ll have to call Elecplant and Izumo Tech.”
He gets a nod as confirmation.
“Fuck me,” he mumbles, “I’m never going to get anything done today.”
His boss loosens his tie with an amused smile, “Not exactly the words I’d use but yes, we’ll likely be here for a while.”
Katsuki scowls, “Fuck you. I’m not watching my tongue in this situation.” He pauses, then asks, “I’m getting paid for this, right?” Because it’s not Katsuki’s fault they’re stuck there.
“Yes, though I’d suggest you decide who is getting fucked.”
Katsuki blinks. His boss’s voice sounds a bit strained when he says fucked but did he… “Did you just…make a joke?”
It could be the heat or embarrassment, but Katsuki notices the redness in his boss’s face. He wipes his own face with his sleeve and grimaces. They’re both wearing white button-ups.
His boss shrugs, leaning back against his side of the elevator. Katsuki mimics his posture and smirks, “You know…I could report you for sexual harassment.”
“I believe you started it.”
And Katsuki laughs. He unbuttons his shirt as well, “Are we pointing fingers now?”
“There isn’t much else we can do, is there?”
He leaves the question hanging and it must be the stress of so many problems piling up, but Katsuki’s mind wanders when he looks at his boss. He licks his lips and watches the way his eyes follow his tongue.
I can think of a few things, is left unsaid between them.
.
.
By the hour mark Katsuki has already unbuttoned his shirt and his tank top is a mess of sweat. He takes it off but instead of making him feel better, he feels even more uncomfortably sticky. The air is thick. His boss checks his watch and makes an annoyed sound.
“How are you feeling?”
Katsuki growls, “How the fuck do you think I feel? Like I’m in a damn sauna! Fuck today! I should have called in sick!”
His boss laughs. He’s unbuttoned his own top as well, but only about halfway down his chest. He’s also pushed up his sleeves because (as the CEO) he needs to keep up appearances.
“I always thought you were the diligent type,” he says.
Katsuki scoffs, “I am. My whole department would fall apart without me.”
His boss is quiet for a moment and then says, his voice a mumble, “I can see why.”
And Katsuki likes it. The way his boss looks him over with approval.
.
.
Two hours.
They stay glued to their respective sides for that long. It also takes Katsuki that long to decide that he doesn’t care about the camera in the elevator. He unbuckles his belt and pulls off his pants, “Fuck it!”
His boss chokes, “What are you- Don’t tell me you’re- Why? ”
And it’s only once he’s removed his stupid pants that he feels slightly better. But looking at his boss still in his button-up (now completely unbuttoned) is making him feel bothered.
He smirks, “Getting shy on me? We’re both guys, you know what this is.”
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