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seldomscilence16 · 2 years

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Whumptober day 28: It's Just the Tip of the Iceberg

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Prompts;

Anger born of worry

Punching the wall

Headache

I cant not Kami angst so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ it just fits. This could be a few relationships or friendships, so read it as you like :3

UA's highschool class 1-A became close almost immedietly. Maybe it was the insane entrance exam, maybe the crazy teacher, the life or death situations, or even just that they were those kinds of people. But whatever the reason, they considered their classmates their friends- if not family- and took it very seriously when things like now happened. But after the things they'd been through, it was understandable that theyd be cautious.

Check-ins were a must have, a requirement by the teachers and a sense of comfort for friends. Missing a check-in was a mistake only one student had made, and no one wanted a repeat of that situation. And with the circumstances leading up to this missed check-in, it only had the anxiety growing.

Kaminari had gone home for the weekend on short notice to their sensei. Denki wasnt one to make the trip often, he seemed fine staying in the dorms, and no one really questioned it- the trips were short on weekends and often more hastle than they were worth. He'd even done the first two check-ins, though the one worded messages had been a little out of character. Aizawa and the others had let the first missed check-in go for the fact there had been a major storm that night, figuring he'd send a message once he recovered. The storm lasted until early morning- not that anyone was following it every minute to ensure it didnt get worse, no sir.

But even after the storm ended and the hours following, no word came. No memes, no emojis or emoticons, no one worded text, no paragraph about a book, nothing. Aizawa calls Sunday morning, but it goes straight to voicemail. Not too weird, it was a bad storm, he waits an hour and calls Denki's parents. He hadn't been a fan of them the first time he'd met them, and this phone call didnt improve his view in the slightest.

"Hello, Kaminari-san, this is your sons teacher Aizawa. I wanted to check in, make sure he'd be alright making the trip back to the dorms." Aizawa learned early, to try not to phrase anything in a way that could seem like blame.

"What?" Theres some muffled noises and voices he cant make out, "hes probably fine," he trails off, muttering that Aizawa can barely make out, "...brat…causin trouble…"

He can sense he wont get more from him, though he wants to throw him in an interegation room, or worse.

"Right. Tell him to contact me when hes headed this way. Thank you for your-" the dial tone reaches his ear, and he purses his lips in irritation. He really didnt like them.

"He still hasn't responded to any of memes! Hasnt even looked at them!" Mina cries, staring at her phone like its personally wronged her.

"At least yours went through! Mine wont deliver." Sero mutters, clicking resend for the umpteenth time.

"Not just yours, mine too. Anything past midnights a bust." Kirishima says with a worried pout, eyebrows scruched, "what about yours Bakubro?"

"Morons probably fine. He blows up phone often enough, you guys just fuckin worry to damn much." Bakugos glaring at his own screen, where his first text is unread and second wont send, but he wont let them know that.

"But Hatsume and the support department made that protective thingy for his phone." Mina points out, "and he never misses an opprotune moment to use the 'not dead b*tch' meme."

"This whole trip home was weird if you ask me." Sero mumbles

The others look to him with raised brows and he shrinks into himself,

"I mean really, he never talks about home. Then some random weekend he decides to go? And now hes not answering… it just seems suspicious to me."

"Well if he doesnt respond in the next 5 minutes, I'm hunting him down." Mina threatens, glaring at her phone once more.

"You guys wont be going anywhere. I want all other students accounted for until this situation is resolved." Aizawa interupts, sweeping into the room with Present Mic and Midnight on his heels.

"Wait, is something wrong? Is Kami okay!?" Kiri stands, fully facing the teachers with worry filled eyes.

"We're taking this seriously one way or the other. Until Kaminari is back, no ones leaving." Midnight says firmly, a seriousness about her they rarely see.

"We've got this handled, just keep an eye on your phones." Mic assures, though his mind seems elsewhere.

Their worry has climbed at least three levels now, typing furiously at their phones in the hopes their blond friend will reply.

Monday morning comes.

Nobody had gotten any sleep, and no messages had gone through. The teachers were yet to return, their classes cancelled today, and strict instructions to stay in the dorms.

Denki hadn't been with his parents, though his bag was, the Kaminaris taken into custody for several charges. Including but not limited to Child endangerment. Like kicking their weather quirked child into the night during a storm.

Aizawa was kicking himself, he'd be taking a second look into his students home lives, things like this would not escape his notice again. Yamada is silent beside him, probably thinking simular things.

"We'll find him." Aizawa says firmly.

"I know. Im not stopping until I do."

Mina is staring out the window, school work laid out in front of her but going ignored. Shes hoping to see a head of blond hair, walking up with a cheesy smile and an apology. But each hour passed, just sends her in to another spiral of terrible thoughts. What was the last thing she said to him? What did they last do together?

She startles, turning with wide eyes to see a hole in the wall, plaster dust still falling in a cloud. Kirishima and Bakugo are both standing in front of the wall, and Mina cant tell which one did the punching. From the dusty knuckles, shes surprised to say they both did, which explains the size of the hole. Sero- who sits across from Mina- sighs,

"Anyone have a frame we can put there?"

"How are you so calm?" Kiri whispers, shoulders shaking as his fists clench at his sides.

Seros eyes narrow,

"Dont think for one second Im calm Kirishima. Hes my friend too, but at least I know punching walls wont help him."

"Well at least it looks like I care! He could be dead and we're stuck here!" Kiri yells, flipping around to glare at Sero.

Sero stands, ready to fire back, when Ojiro steps in,

"You should be ashamed of yourselves. What would Denki think of you two going at it like this? Especially about him. We're all worried, we're all mad we're cooped up. And I'm sure we all want to go bust down his parents doors. But fighting and punching things isnt going to help."

"If Kaminari were here, he'd know how to make everyone laugh." Deku comments sadly, notebook abandoned in his lap.

Sero plops back down in his seat, huffing as he rubs at his face.

"I should have asked more questions. He was acting strange, and I knew there was gonna be a storm. Im such an idiot."

"Dont blame yourself Sero, he wouldnt want that, and its not your fault. He had us all fooled…" Mina reaches over to hold his hand across the table, squeezing it in comfort.

"Im sorry… I just feel useless here." Kirishima apologizes, slumping into the spare seat by Sero. Bakugo eventually takes the one by Mina, silent and glaring, arms crossed tightly over his chest.

"The teachers will find him… and we'll make sure stuff like this doesnt happen. Ever again." Ojiro glares darkly out the window, as if daring the universe to hurt their Pikachu friend again.

Denki throws an arm over his eyes, to block out the light. He has a heinous headache that hes trying to get over, because he knows its a stupid thing to complain about. His parents had told him as a child that headaches werent a big deal, that he needed to grow up. But gods did storms really make his head ache. Given it could have been the fall too… or the atmospheric pressure… or the lightning… or overcharging… or over discharging… or he was just stupid.

Despite all the rain, Denki was parched, and maybe hungry… and also in a bit pain, but hes mostly numb after a storm and kinda really cold so… He tries to wiggle his toes and winces, tries pushing on the tree again and winces, tries to just lay there and breath and winces, tries to cloud gaze and- you guessed it, winces.

Some hero he was. Couldnt even make it through a couple nights alone. He supposes he should be a little proud of himself for not blowing up a neighborhood or something. But mostly he was angry.

His parents would be in trouble, considering he'd definetly seen the sun rise at least twice. And his friends were probably so mad at him. And his teachers were gonna kill him for missing check in. And for failing at everything. And for generally being a nuisance they had to deal with. Gods knowing his luck, a villian is gonna show up any minute and kill him or something and he'll leave everyone with a whole bunch of guilt… or maybe a good laugh… or a ghost story… whatever, it was probably for the best. Hed never be a hero anyway.

His brain pulsates another wave of agony as he turns his head to get it off a small rock and he groans in response- which in turn has him wincing at the noise. He kind of hated life right now. He wonders how other people deal with headaches, because he'd gotten used to powering through most of his, but that didnt stop him from vomiting at times during the day. Or completely zoning out to ingnore everything.

He squeezes his eyes closed tightly against another wave, feels the prickly sensation of tears without the actual wetness of them. Whatever happens, he just wants it to be done and over with. Hes so tired.

Aizawa might have to hurt someone. And since it wont be his student, he'll settle for his parents, or a thug, or even a damn tree. It should not be this hard to track down a teenager!!

"The storm caused a lot of damage, sorry Eraserhead, but the kids probably-"

"Finish that sentence and I'll-"

"Sorry, thank you. We'll keep looking ourselves." Mic pulls him away, his own eyes flashing, "we cant do anything if we're benched or worse. Lets just find the most burned area and go from there okay?"

"Fine. Call the others."

"Kaminari!!"

"Kiid!! Shout if you can hear us!!"

"KAMINARIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!"

The heroes step carefully over storm debri and burnt forest. Between branches and full on trees, this place is a mess of burn stuff. Its well into the afternoon at this point, they wont have much daylight left, but none of them plan on stopping either. Looking at the damage scares them, but they have hope, their kids were resilient. Though with the wet and cool mornings, and hot and humid days, kid may not be in good shape, especially after a storm, and almost two days of being out here.

"DENKI!"

Aizawa holds up a hand, and everyone stops silent, barely breathing as they strain their ears.

"..elp…m..ere!"

"DENKI!" Mic calls again, taking slow steps forward

"..m..ere!!"

They all take off in the same direction, where the damage is worse and the scorch marks are darker. They see a tree, fallen on its side, roots torn and bark burnt, but what draws their eyes are the shoes poking out from beneath it.

"Kid!?" The adults are around the tree in an instant, finding Kaminari pale and bruised and covered in lichtenburg figures.

Hes peaking out from behind his arm, squinting with pain etched on his features.

"You foun' me… sorry 'bout dis…" his voice is hoarse, and words weak and slurred.

"Its okay kid, we got you now."

"Denki!!!"

"Hey everyone, i'm back!"

#whumptober2022 #no.28 #anger born of worry #punching a wall #headache #my hero academia #fic #angst #implied child abuse #storms #injured #mentions of death #Kaminari angst #kaminari thinks he has a headache #but really he suffers migrains #and probably a concussion #everyone worried about the bean #yes even Bakugo

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vyinter · 2 years

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#ALSO. my close friends just take advantage of me cuz of my bad memory???#i was telling my friend the other day on how we got the wrong birthday gift and we shouldve gotten her something she would've needed #like she got an appl watch from her parents so i was telling my friend damn we should've got a pretty strap as a gift instead :/#and my friend got mad at me being like i TOLD this to you before and you were like no!! i told you so many times!!! you kept saying no!!#and usually i have shit memory so i think what my friends remembers is true and apologize #but i could've sworn i would've never said that cuz 1. i would'nt be so against an idea without a good reason #2. i could not think of a reason on why i would say no so i was like surely i didn't say it like that #but my friend was insistent that i kept saying no cuz she was looking them up and i said no and im 'stubborn' so i have to have my way abt #everything. but like?? im never stubborn without a reason?? i just only say no when ppl say impractical shit that i Know just wont work out #to prevent things blowing up in the face when it doesn't work out like i see it a mile coming and its not even like i do it frequently #but apparently ive created this image of me where im hardheaded and stubborn ??? anyways #anyways so i may have a horrible memory but i Know myself well enough to guess what things i would've said #so i checked the texts and I WAS THE FIRST PERSON TO SUGGEST THAT IDEA #and while looking for other gifts it slipped my mind and hers!!!!#so i asked her abt it and she was like oh yeah....but you said no once tho #and i was like YESTERDAY YOU SAID I SAID NO MULTIPLE TIMES AND ADAMANT ABT IT and surely i said i must've said it once if at all #and i asked her hey did u think it was me who cancelled that idea because u think of me as someone stubborn and you forget abt it so just #conviniently made it my fault 😐#like im not mad at her but what the helllll was that #lol this rant og started because my other group of friends forgot include me in booking a room for the girls night out #that may have been my fault cuz i kept declining the prev stays due to reasons so i understand it was easy to not remember ill be coming #so i can't go since its all booked. ngl 😐 it hurts #dddk.txt

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l0nelycupid · 2 years

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Wounds

Pairing : Fem! Reader x Rafe Cameron

Warning : Fluff, mentions of injuries and fighting, slight swearing

Word count : 776 words

Summary : Rafe comes to you one night after a fight and you tend to his wounds

It was Saturday night and you were finally looking forward to having the night off to relax and maybe catch up on the book you were currently reading. But of course Rafe wasnt going to let you off that easily.

You were sitting up on your bed engrossed in your book, when your bedroom door opened and in walked rafe.

You only had your reading light on so you couldnt see the cuts he had on his face, and his busted lip.

" Rafe? What are you doing here?" You asked frowning.

Rafe shut the door behind him as quietly as possible and stood by the door rather nervously.

" I uh didnt know where else to go" he spoke softly.

You walked to him and turned on the lights, only to be taken aback by the sight that greeted you.

Rafe had a bloody cut just above his eyebrow and one on his cheekbone too. There was also one on his lip,which was already swelling up a little. There was dried up blood on his nose and his knuckles were starting to scab. His shirt was stained with drops of blood here and there.

" Rafe oh my god! Are you okay?" You said taking in his appearance.

" Yeah im fine just a few cuts nothing too bad" he said rubbing the back of his head.

You pulled him by his hand toward your bed and instructed him to sit before you ran to your bathroom to get supplies.

Rafe was looking at himself in your mirror when you arrived with antiseptic, cotton balls, and bandages.

" Damn they really punked me bad huh" he winced, tilting his head to look at his injuries.

" Rafe sit down" you told him sternly as you opened your kit to retrieve a cotton ball.

You gently held his face to inspect the cuts and sighed. After soaking the cotton ball in a fair amount of antiseptic you started cleaning the blood off his nose.

Rafe was looking at you the entire time asmiring how much you cared for him even when he did stupid things that made you worry.

You threw the used cotton ball in the trash and moved to take another one.

Before you soaked that ball with anti septic, you looked down at him and frowned.

" Start explaining." You said.

Rafe looked down at his hands and fidgeted with his rings as he recalled his little fight not too long ago.

" Uh..there was this guy at the bar and he was drunk as shit and he bumped into me and he started shouting at me and kelce so - "

" So you hit him?" You asked putting your hands on your hips.

" Well yeah i mean he started it and he thought i was some sort of joke" he started.

" Rafe. You dont have to use violence to respond to everything." You said as you ran a hand down your face.

" I know I know...and im sorry okay" he said reaching out to hold your hands.

You let out a weary breath and started soaking the cotton ball to clean the rest of his wounds.

" This is gonna sting a little okay?" You warned him.

Rafe cleared his throat and closed his eyes as you swiftly moved the cotton ball over his eyebrow.

" OW MOTHERFUC-" he yelled midway when you covered his mouth with your hand.

" Shhhh my parents might hear you" you told him as you quickly turned toward your door hoping no one heard.

" That hurt " rafe pouted as you rolled your eyes and continued to clean his cut.

You finished cleaning the remaining of his wounds.

Once you finished, you left to put the supplies away as rafe went to change into some of his spare clothes that you kept.

When you came back rafe was sitting on your bed looking at his phone.

You closed your door and walked over to your side of the bed and climbed in.

" Y/N im really sorry" Rafe said as he reached over to take ahold of your hand.

" Its okay..just promise me you wont do this anymore." You asked looking at him.

" yeah i know.." rafe started as he pulled you closer to give you a kiss but you leaned back.

" No Rafe. Promise me." You told him, frowning.

" Okay,i promise." He said bringing your hand up to his lips to give it a kiss before resting his cheek on it.

You sighed and leaned forward to kiss him on the forehead before resting your head on his shoulder.

" Thank you so much" he said into your hair as he absentmindedly traced your back with his finger.

#rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron #rafe imagine #rafe outer banks #obx #obx 2 #outer banks #sarah writes 📜🖋

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swtki · 3 years

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HP Boys: Surprise Pregnancy Head Cannons

Summary: The HP boys and their reaction to their s/o (afab) being pregnant when its not planned.

A/N: This takes place post Hogwarts so all characters are 18+, though no real smut happens in this so its not an 18+ fic.

WARNINGS: UNPLANNED PREGNANCY, MENTIONS OF PRO CHOICE OPINIONS, MENTIONS OF SEX IN LITE TERMS, SWEARING, FLUFF, MENTIONS OF ALCOHOL, ALSO THIS IS SUPER LONG SORRY LOL

Draco

So everything is going great for the happy couple, you two just moved into a flat together and are working normal jobs, drinking wine like adults.

And sure, Draco knows he wants to marry you, but he knows you’re not ready to settle down like that so he just plans and dreams.

Due to poor choices, when you’re late by two weeks, you know what it probably is.

Draco doesn’t even notice that you ran out to the store and came back and hid in the bathroom for 10 minutes. CEO of minding his own business ig

You just kinda...walk up to him and hand him all 3 tests while your eyes fill with tears because what if he demands you get an abortion?

Or what if he fucks off to god knows where?

But instead he just looks at you with the most un-draco like smile. Like his face was soft and it looked like he could cry any moment.

“Oh my god,” He says, putting his hand on your belly, “I can be ready for this, but if you aren’t then we can you know...”

“No, I want it” then both of you rejoice bc yay baby!

Cut to 6 months later when your feet hurt so bad you have to lay down and watch while Draco fails to put a crib together.

He eventually gets it done tho.

And when the time comes, he’s built and arranged everything for your bundle of joy.

Harry

So you guys are probably already married, but with everything at the ministry going on, it makes Harry less than a family man.

You both agree that it’s probably better to wait so you can be home and yk...raise it.

Well smart man Harry forgets that to not have a kid you need to use protection.

So of course when your period is late you don’t think about it, until its four weeks late.

That night, you and Harry are laying in bed, and thats when you tell him.

“Harry..I’m late.”

“Late for what?” headass.

You: 😳😐

Him: 👁👁😲😲

He’s hesitant to say anything, because he knows its ultimitley up to you what happens with it until its out.

“I think I want to keep it...you know it wont remember much for the first year and a half so if things are stressful it will be okay and-“

“Love...Its going to be perfect”

Mf built the crib in like 45 minutes I swear.

And of course he forced you to keep up with your vitamins, pre natal care, and appointments.

Swear tho you’re about to kill him because cofFeE

But the way he holds your baby 🥺 its his most valued thing ever now.

Ron

Ron is iffy on the kid thing sometimes.

He does want them, but only later when you guys have lived and travled.

So no, you two haven’t planned nor is it even in the picture when your wedding roles around.

It’s in the early days of the marriage when you see his family at the burrow on the way back from the honeymoon.

And of course Molly knows

Because Weasleys are hyperfertile I swear.

She takes you into the kitchen and puts her hands on your arms, shes got that big Mrs.Weasley smile on too.

“I knew it!” She says and pulls you in for a hug, “How far dear??”

You’re just standing there like🧍🏻

“I can see it by the way you glow! Oh my you and my Ron must be so happy!” This woman doesn’t notice that you’re confused.

“Wait what? Mrs. Weasley what are you-?” Then you count the days, “Oh. Well I guess I just found out for myself”

Her face falls slightly, but then she tells you can make you a potion that will tell you if you are or not, stan.

The stupid potion turns green when you spit into it, so everything is confirmed.

That night, you and Ron are getting ready for bed in the guest room and you decide to tell him.

“Ron, sweetie. We need to talk.” He looks like he’s gonna start crying but sits next to you on the bed.

“Y/N...I know its scary but please, we just got married I don’t want to divorce quite just yet 🥺🥺”

“Ron I-“ you start smiling, “I’m pregnant you dufus.”

He just freezes, for a while. Not saying anything, he just looks at the wall with his mouth ajar.

So you get up and go to Ginny.

“Gin, I broke him.”

“Ew, I don’t want to know about how you and him”

“No, I told him that I’m pregnant.”

“Oh, yeah that would do it. Just I don’t know... Give him a minute?”

You give him several, getting a glass of water then heading back up to the room.

Ginny was right, he needed a minute.

“I don’t...I wasn’t...you were.?”

“You don’t have to stay, but I think we can do it. Plus, you would disapoint your mom if you left so...”

“Okay...we’ll do it. I’ll be the best damn Father you have ever seen.” He says, talking to your womb.

Well...he’s a father I’ll give him that.

Pro of having a Weasley baby: free crib thats already put together.

Even if it looks like a death trap.

“We’ll put some blankets over it don’t worry”

You know how some Dads hold their parters hand during the delivery? Yeah he got sick and was moral support from the outside.

To be fair, you weren’t screaming in pleasure by any means.

Scary. But beautiful.

He shows the kid to everyone, he might be more in love with the baby than he is with you.

Ron see’s the appeal of having kids now.

Neville

Moving in with your boyfriend is always fun, right up until you guys go at it so much you forget protection more than once.

You think about it, then move on with your day.

Until the doctor calls, then “oh fuck”

Romance Neville bf

“Why aren’t you having any wine? I thought it was your favorite?”

“I don’t think fetal alcohol syndrome is my favorite.” BRO HE SPAT

But he looks up with tears in his eyes, and runs over to you to grasp you in a hug.

“Oh my god! You’re pregnant! Oh my - We’re gonna be parents!! Oh my god we’re gonna be parents oh-“ Que you petting his hair till he’s calm again.

Lets be honest, this man probably swapped the herbology books for the parenting guides.

“Well I mean I’m just wondering if we should go with this color or this one”

“Nev, it doesn’t matter. Our baby will not care.”

“I read in my book that Infants actually can recognize mood in-“

He won’t let you do anything during your pregnancy.

Gotta love a man who cries because he loves you so much and you’re having his kid.

“I never had a father, what if I do it wrong? What if the baby hates me and runs away at seven?”

“We’ve got quite a lot of time before then.”

He was there during delivery, letting you crush his hand like a champ.

You can’t help but cry when you see him sleeping on the floor next to the crib, its so sweet.

Fred

You two most likely already had two kids, so you decided to wait a bit so your hands weren’t quite full.

Well...your body decided not to wait.

A test provides the two lines, another wild child.

The two toddlers already run around like thing one and thing two, only with red hair.

I think Fred would gladly make the family dinner, and wear an apron. He’d own it, as he should.

But mf gotta not drop the salad bowl when you tell him of the fetus inside you.

“Fred we are going to have a bee-ay-bee-why.”

Your five year old has just begun to spell 😐

He’s happy tho.

Like over the fuckin moon.

He buys the two kids big brother/sister shirts too 🥺🥺

He knows the drill pretty well, so he isn’t too worried about the future.

But its funny that he still freaks out about the crib and feeding chair since he gave it away, you know because you guys werent having another kid.

He packed a hospital bag and kept it in the trunk, counting down the days.

Hours of delivery (He just sat back and held your hand) only to end up with a room full of 7 Weasley family members.

Fred always said that 3 was his lucky number :)

George

You guys were taking it slow, no marriage until you both felt it was time. And certainly no children before that.

Well you know...things changed when the test was positive.

You slid it over on the table, tears pooling in your eyes. He was stunned and quiet, which made you burst out sobbing because you knew that neither of you planned on having a baby.

But to your surprise he starts to smile.

“I want whatever you want, I’m staying by your side no matter what.”

“I mean...would it really be so bad? A house, a kid, a dog?” He holds your hand as you think aloud.

You both give it a week to think it over and the virdict is to keep it.

Thats when he decides he has to marry you, asap because he loves you and will never let you go especially now.

He loves to gush about the carrier of his child, to him you are a godess.

He’s the Dad with a predestination complex.

“Y/N, I just see him being a star quiditch player”

“George, we don’t know if it’s a him.”

He rolls his eyes “Okay then I can see her being a star-“

He made Hermione take you out for a movie date so he could rearrange your bedroom, since you only had a single bedroom flat.

You come back to a new set up including a cot.

Damn pregnancy hormones make brain go 🥺😭😭

He freaks when your water breaks lol

ceo of driving like a maniac to the hospital.

He can’t hold your hand, he’s pacing back and forth, sweating and maybe crying though he’ll never admit to it.

You get the joy of watching him cuddle the baby while refusing to give your child to you.

“George I’d like to hold-“

“No, you need your sleep honey, don’t worry”

Hogging the child.

Cedric

Its no secret that Cedric wants a baby someday.

And he makes it clear your wedding will be spectacular too.

However, finding out you’re pregnant the week of your dream wedding was a shock.

A shock that made you bang your head into the wall because how could you be so stupid?? We had a plan??

So you decide to wait until after the wedding, that way it wont add onto the stress (happy stress) of the wedding.

Cedric keeps trying to fill your glass at the reception, to which you kindly refuse saying you want to remember the night entirely.

Yeah he’s like 🤨 mhm okay.

You can only pick at the dinner because ew salmon doesn’t sound like an option if you want to keep the contents of your stomach.

As everyone waves goodbye to the car, and you both set off into married life, he leans over.

“I may be out of my mind, but are you...?”

“Pregnant.” His face lights up, pulling you into a hug.

Finally, your car pulls up to a small cottage with lush garden scapes all around, putting a hand out, he walks you both from the car to the door.

“Ced, where are we?”

“Home.”

Somehow it was perfect with Cedric, even when it was rushed.

He loved talking to your womb, even if it was weird that he was talking about the babies future brothers and sisters.

“Cedric, slow down. We haven’t even had this one yet”

Basically he is father of the year before he’s a full father.

He’s there while you deliver, holding your hand and telling you how great you’re doing.

He doesn’t even complain when you insult him <3.

He updates you on everything.

If his eyes aren’t on that child, he’s either asleep or dead.

I think Cedric was meant to be a family man, because he loves everything about being one.

Taglist: @truly-insatiable @amourtentiaa @imdoingathingmom @annasdani @anchoeritic @mullthingsoverinthehotwater @cedricsyellowscarf @faeinorbit

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alexiraphale · 2 years

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Would you like to tell me more about your desi wlw wip 👀👀

BESTIE I AM ALWAYS READYGDJHAKSFJL

so their names are ananya and dhvani and tehyre academic rivals in the sense that one of them is always losing by one mrk and feels a huge rivalry going o while the other is just,,,,,normal about it, doesnt even notice it.

and anya is like, the topper but she cant put on makeup for life but she has to at their schol garba festival and then,,,,,dhvani finds her struggling in teh bathrooms trying to put on kaajal and she helps er put it on her eyelids (which is normal except its homoerotic and theres certain thoughts about how the otehr smells damn good becaus lesbians)

AND AND tehn they get to talking and get kinda close and then theyr elike. the bestestest of friends like theyre practiclaly girlfriends except its india so they go by best friends. and theres, like, so many headcanons i have for them from all my gourp chats which i will organize and put out a list for everyone :)

but TEHRE IS A HEIGH DIFFERENCE. I REPEAT. HEIGHT DIFFERENCE and anya is ike 7 cms taller than dhvani and has short bob cuts and dhvani has SUCH long hair fr fr. and ananya goes by anya informally BUT THEN dhvani starts calling her anu and it annoys the (fake) shit out of her and she secretly loves it bc who wouldnt like ot be called nicknames (the author is yearning bye) AND NO ONE ELSE IS ALLOWED TO CALL ANYA ANU EXCEPT FOR DHVANI shes very possessie, wil throw hands

AND AND she does throw hands bc they fight about smth small due to a habit of anya's and they dont speak for liek a day and its awkward BUT BUT then dhvani hears an ex-best firend of anu's badmouthing anya's same habit that they fought about and she s like NOPE NO NE GETS TO SAY SHIT ABOUT HER LIKE THAT and it results in a catfight in which anu has to phycially rescue dhvani from losing her precious hair- oh to have soeone fihgt on ur behalf

AND AND ofc theres a lot fo characted evelopments and baclstories buut im gona focus on teh ship rn so like. AFTER THEYRE OUT THEY TRY TO GO TO AN INDIAN PRIDE PARADE AND IT DOESNT EDN WELL and tehir parents are assholes ofc bc conservtive indians AND a lot of plot but skip skip skip and we're in a western country where tehy attempt to go to a prdie paarde again and its so fluffly :) can u bleive im writing fluff :) it wont last long but omg :)

and they had to do an ldr for a year bc anya got an admission for her career in a western country and dhvani didnt have enough money nor a scholarship and THEN THEN CUTE LDR STUFF but BUT dhvani doesnt anya and gets a shcolarship for teh next three years at anya'as college and surprises her and then they live togetehr for their acadeic college years :))))))))))) and im so gone for them fr :))))

AND THEY PROPOSE TO EAH OTHER AT TEH SAME TIME IN THE EPILOGUE

THIS IS ALL JUST A BIG COMPILATION OF EVERYONES YEARNING AND THIS ISNT EVEN 1/4 OF TEH PLOT I HAVE IN MIND I AM VIBRATING I WANT TO WRITE THIS SO BAD GFEUHBIJDWH

AND AND this happens in year 11-12 btw in cbse (ew)

mutuals who also wanted news: @iamnotaware @i-love-books-and-so-do-you @euphoniouspandemonium

#rants #i went crazy #ananya and dhvani #we need a ship name #please boost if u cam #we were neve rperfect #wwnp

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kuromitos · 3 years

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Special Order: Vanilla Latte with a love confession on the side

Megumi Fushiguro x Reader (ft Toji Fushiguro)

Summary: Local high school romance between cafe barista and regular customer.

WC: 1k

Content: Crappy writing towards the end, Bad Grammar, Cafe Au, Mutual pining, Toji being an noisy parent.

Three blocks away from your school, there's a shopping district that you felt kinda indifferent towards. Coming from a more popular and busy area, the small district that only has 2 clothing stores, a bookstore that never has any new books, a rental DVD store that really just takes up space, and a Bunch of vacant spaces, you never had any interest in going there ever.

Until a month ago. Walking home after school, exhausted and a little cranky, you passed the shopping district and noticed something...different. Towards the end of it, you see a group of girls,all of different ages, huddled around one of the vacant store spaces. They look too happy and excited to be hanging out there just for fun so you decide to investigate. When you got there, you quickly found out what the common was about. A new trendy coffee shop opened up and seems pretty popular but why? You wondered and quickly got your answer.

The storefront door opens up to reveal the prettiest boy you've ever seen. An teenage boy with navy blue eyes that compliment his long lashes, pale ivory skin that has no acne or blemishes on it, and the wildest hair you ever seen that manage to both stand out and blend in with his features. He held the door in one hand while also holding a clipboard in the other. "Asami ,Party of 5. Your table is ready. Three hot chocolate and one bagel for Makoto are ready to be picked up and one triple foam latte for Kei are ready to be picked up." He said while checking the clipboard to be completely sure he got the right names.

The group of girls started to decrease in numbers til they were all gone except for you. Frozen in place near the window because you were mesmerized by that boy. Already walked back inside, He didn't ask if you were going to come in and order, He didn't even notice your present, probably because he was busy working, but you didn't even care about that. You didn't have to be a genius to know why the cafe was so popular. When you get people that look like models working there,it's bound to be a hit with young folks.

Sadly due to the fact you only had 50 cents to your name currently, you couldn't go inside and see the pretty boy again. But you did visit the next day when you had enough for one item, A vanilla latte. You weren't a big fan of coffee but needed to order something on the menu (You also wanted to hear them call your name like they do on TV.)

For about three months since that first technically second visit you followed the same routine, you order the same drink, at the same time after and you try to do the same thing,Start a conversation and get to know the pretty boy, and fail the same way every time. If it wasn't cold feet it was the fact he was so one note. Only answering in short response to the point you start to think he hates you.

"How has your day been?" "Fine" "Do you have any hobbies or interests?" "Not really." "Do you like animals at all? I like any kind of animal ``''I like dogs." "Really!? I love-" "Hey Lady! You're holding up the line." "Oh. Sorry. I'll have my usual"

Not really a talkative guy. But you still got some info in the end. His name is Megumi Fushiguro and the cafe is actually his family,his father's specificity, and he has two dogs. So you making progress...kinda

Even so, the same routine of short responses is starting to get to you. You try not to listen to the nagging voice in your head that's telling you he actually thinks you're annoying for bothering him every day with questions but the damn bitch got a mega phone and wont shut up. Sure there's moments when the voice goes away like when he remembers how you like your drink or when he notices when your appearance is different than usual. The highlight for you was when he got you a free cookie, it was because he messed up your drink by accident but it is the thought that counts, but when the moment is gone she comes back with vengeance.

You start to get worried and sometimes consider not going for a while but you decided against that. Nice atmosphere and great place to study, which is what you need today. Got a big test coming up and you might need a nice vanilla latte pick me up. With that in mind, you head straight to the cafe. Since you were studying for a test this time and had to get your textbooks and everything, you took a little longer to get there than usual. Which is evident in the cafe itself.

For some reason everything felt different and a little odd. For starters Instead of the usual early to late teens demographic , it's mainly college age to middle age women here. ONLY women here. The atmosphere is usually nice and refreshing now it's more dampened. The biggest change is the person behind the counter; instead of the quiet, distant, pretty boy Megumi there's a 6ft guy, with bulging muscles that barely fit his shirt and has the face of a killer. Definitely a big change from Megumi.

"Hello there,honey. What would you like today?" Your face starts to heat up from hearing that for multiple reasons. Being called a nickname like that from an older guy, the casual way he said it like it's normal. And his voice! So nice and deep. Sounds to be no older than thirty. "Umm.. I'll just have my usual." "Your usual? Haven't heard anyone say that in awhile. Must come here often to say that with confidence." That's right. I only come here when Megumi is working, of course he doesn't know.

"Sorry about that. I only came here earlier in the day. When it's this other guy-``''You mean Megumi,right? He got off early today because he got school work." He seems to know alot about him. I remember Megumi saying something about his family owning this place. He must be a family member of his. Too young looking to be his dad. Maybe an older brother? Uncle? Cousin?

While you were trying to figure out the family tree, the older man was starting to get impatient. "Hey kid. Do you still want that drink or not?" "Huh? Oh right. I'll have a vanilla latte please. That's all." "Okay. And the name for the order is?" The moment you give him your name, the man behind the counter starts looking at you a little odd. It starts to give you the chills. "You wouldn't happen to be y/n from Jujitsu tech?" With a confused look on your face you nod your head to him. "These Y/n? Vanilla Latte y/n? Wow I can't believe I finally got to meet the actual y/n in the flesh." Huh? What is this dude talking about? You think while looking at this guy like he grew a third head. "The actual y/n? What are you talking about?" "My son talks about you all the time with me. Seems to be pretty smitten with you. You're cuter than he said." "Your son? Who are you talking about?" And the answer wasn't what you expected. "Who else? Megumi."

'One answer' megumi. Mr. Serious and focused. He likes me? Like actually like me?? I know this alot to take in but remember you're talking to your crush's dad. But after hearing your crush like you back unexpectedly like that. I understand your awkwardness "Umm actually I don't want the drink I just remembered something back home so I'll be going now. Bye. Nice meeting you, sir" with that said, you left the cafe and decided to study at home. You also thought about getting to the cafe earlier to try talking to Megumi more. Might even tell him about today.

A/n: I wrote this pretty late and just did it on a whim. So if this sounds weird I'm sorry

Tagging: @yuuta @daynada

#anime #jujutsu kaisen #fushiguro megumi x reader #megumi fushiguro x reader #megumi fluff #jujutsu kaisen megumi #jujutsu toji #toji fushiguro #megumi x y/n

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now-im-a-belieber · 3 years

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I DEMAND

BABY FEVER HCS W POSTWAR ROE RIGHT NOW 😭😭

xoxo, 🤡

the way you have stormed into my inbox coming DIRECTLY AT ME WITH THIS, i have to apologize for how absolutely carried away i got with these o o p s

• you cannot tell me eugene roe would not be the world's best father

• the patience of this man

• the CARE

• i'm imagining it's HIM who comes to you with the wish to start a family

• bc when he finally gets home you just really want him all to yourself

• and he very much obliged you at first

• but he's had a lot of time to dream about the future and all he can see is a big beautiful family with you

• and he's very serious about bringing up the whole thing

• like he makes it a sit down conversation

• and you're worried for a second before he addresses anything because he's prefacing way too much

• but when he finally asks to have kids you're all for it obviously

• and the whole process is all very dear and planning for names and schools is takes up most of your free time

• like you gotta talk him into date night bc he wont stop reading advice books (tell me im wrong)

• and then comes an actual little tiny human the two of you are responsible for

• and you're so taken with how in love eugene is with the new little life that you immediately decided to have another as soon as possible

• bc like i said he's THE PERFECT FATHER

• you're never happier than when that man and your child share quiet nights in, marveling over how your dreams were a reality now

• and when shit gets hard and the nights are long and you feel overwhelmed and unsure gene is right there reminding you everything is okay

• reminding you there is no one right way to parent

• assuring you that all your hard work is paying off and that you should get some rest and let him stay up late to calm your restless child

• i wanna address the fact that he is total stay at home dad material

• he is a pro at running your house and home while you go out doing whatever it is you do

• like

• you can't tell me gene doesn't meal plan

• you can't tell me he doesn't go about grocery shopping like it's a damned mission from Sink himself

• he's got lists to keep track of his lists ya know

�� this man can multitask like no one's business

• he's got some project halfway finished on the table while he's helping the kids build a popsicle stick house in the living room and he's cleaning up along the way

• and you're always surprisingly shocked when you get home to find the house in order and the kids contently reading or some shit and eugene finishing the laundry with a smile on his face

• you get the kids ready for bed and then he gets you ready for bed and that routine has saved your lives a couple times

• bc on the bad days or during fights or when life gets too real, you can always rely on the nightly routine you have set in place with your family who relies on the flow all the same

• your family life functions and thrives on routine

• but what about when yall get bored of the same old?

• what about a family vacation?

• eugene has every last detail planned out

• obviously

• he has the kids and your bags packed before he even has his own shite together which isn't much anyway

• and his sole intention, no matter the trip is, is to find somewhere you all can go where he can sit back and relax and watch you all have fun

• and once the kids are old enough to go off and make friends by the pool or whatever gene starts lamenting over when they were really little

• and it's not hard for him to talk you into adding another little babe to your family

• how could you no

• you'd have as many as he wanted

• and would marvel over his patience during their tantrums

• and the way he worried over their well being as he trusted them to walk ahead of you two on the way to the park or the movies

• and the way he would drop everything to help with homework

• or the way he couldn't stay grumpy after a long day when one of the kids asked to help make dinner, turning the whole process of cooking into a family affair

• i'm gonna stop now but i could go on forever

• he's the p e r f e c t f a t h e r

#not sure if this is even was what you wanted but this is all i came up with sorry 😅#eugene roe #band of brothers #band of brothers fanfic #eugene roe x reader #mid fic crisis creations

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redroseprincess · 3 years

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So this is a rant it involves swear words so if your not a fan please don’t read , I just read chain of gold and I’m pissed again

So Elias Carstairs is not a good father because he’s just an acholothic ,

NO I can’t stress this enough , he’s A BAD FATHER because even when he’s sober he rejects his children’s pain

Let’s began

1) Cordelia and Alastair are fighting over at the breakfast table , where Cordelia has told her father numerous times that her brother treats her differently and isn’t the same anymore , Cordelia being a child and Being upset that her brother doesn’t talk to her anymore , THROWS A SPOON AND WHAT DOES HER FATHER DO , he eats his breakfeast and reads the news paper not giving a single damn , why his children are so upset with each other where his daughter would resort to throwing stuff to get heard does not matter to him .

2) HE KNEW WHAT ALSTIAR CONSTIENTLY DID FOR HIM HIS ENTIRE CHILDHOOD , and his wife even suggested to him to see the silent brothers , but he refused again, putting his family through constant travelling , Alastair through sleepless nights and worry his little sister will love his father less , Sona cosnsitlenly lying to her daughter to keep her way , worrying that if this is the father figure she sees, how will her future decsisons of marrying a having a partner look like , because this is sad fact we often love people who are similar to our parents .

3) After his recovery at the hospital , he doesn’t come home and stops answering his pregnant wive’s letters and again LEAVES HIS DAUGHTER THINKING HE WONT WALK HER in her wedding because there hasn’t been a single event in their lives he’s been there for .

4) CC SAID HIS FEELINGS FOR HIS UNBORN CHILD ARE IN THE QUESTION, bitxh if you didn’t want to be a father at all , don’t ever get married or think of starting a family

so no he isn’t bad father because of his addiction issues , although addiction does bring humans at their worst and it makes them hurt their loves ones

HES A BAD FATHER because he just doesn’t care and love a way a father should ,

If Elias does not make amends and apologies to all them , even Risa cause she most likely had to hide his bottles as well or clean up , I’m gonna throw hands , how he doesn’t understand the percious angels we read about in the books is beyond me , and last he stole alastairs cutout like this bitch .

#chain of iron spoilers #chain of iron #elias carstairs #sona carstairs #alastair carstairs #someoneslapthisman #baby carstairs #risa #chain of gold #the last hours #cc #don’t reread books while under stress #angry #just waiting till March #cc I allow you to kill him if you have to hurt a carstairs #cordelia carstairs

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theoutcastedartist · 3 years

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Give us all you animaniacs hcs (especially the lgbtq+ ones)((please))

Oh man I have so many to tell asfhjahsbsb I'm gonna leave out some of the more darker HC I have for this show (well technically, they are wildly-outlandish theories about where the Warner trio was for those 20+ years before the current time of the reboot, just gonna exclude those for now)

Ight imma start with the lgbtq+ headcannons first

Wakko: Nonbinary (Uses He/Them Pronouns)

Dot : Trans (Uses She/Her pronouns) and Pan

Yakko : Bi and Ace (Biromantic I believe it's called? Please correct me if I'm wrong on that)

On an unrelated note, Yakko is a whole mood

lmao look at my tiny clown-faced-puppy disaster son being the dramatic Bi-Ace icon he is when he's basically about to "die"

If you ever asked my younger siblings, they would tell you that I would 100% do the same shit, maybe even start singing "Little Miss Perfect" out of pure spite

Who knew me, as the oldest of a sibling trio would relate to the oldest of another sibling trio

ANYWHO BACK TO HEADCANNON STUFF BECAUSE YES

Oh man lemme start with Yakko HCs because he's the character I project so much on to nowadays:

Yakko

All his senses are very sensitive compared to the other two, sometimes he'll get really overwhelmed by bright lights, strong flavors, loud noise, etc... he feels like he's being dumb everytime he has a problem with anything regarding his senses.

Lights and noise: Sometimes it just gets too much for him if he's exposed to constant loud noise and bright lights to the point where he'll start crying or yelling (especially if noise is the main problem) out of stress from it.

Strong flavors: He will visibly shudder in response to a very strong and very noticable flavor. He honestly prefers to eat blander foods over savory dishes. With that being said, he hates spicy food with a burning passion.

Very unwilling to go to someone for help or comfort when he's genuinely having a crisis over how he views himself. If anything, he's will try to do literally almost anything to avoid having that sort of conversation, especially with Dr. Scratchansniff.

He will however go to Dr. Scratchansniff or another trusted adult for advice if he needs help for how to take care of his siblings or just for general advice on stuff.

He hates being picked up or hugged with zero warning.

The only people who he doesnt mind doing this are Wakko and Dot, of course. If anyone else tries it though, he'll bite them and yes, this includes Dr. Scratchansniff as well. He may be the closest thing to them as a parental figure (in the 90's show at least), but he's not in the same close knit circle Yakko is in with Wakko and Dot.

His main hobby is drawing, it's his go to coping mechanism if he's not up to cracking a joke(while he's in the watertower) as well.

He needs glasses/wears contacts (ones made specifically for toons I guess)

Prefers reading books over watching anything on TV/electronic devices in general.

If either or both of his siblings can't sleep, he'll sing them a lullaby 💕

Off-set/off-screen/ outside of the recording for animaniacs Yakko usually wears these thick, oversized hoodies, and he will refuse to take it off.

This is because Yakko feels really weird and off when his arms aren't covered(sometimes there is this random phantom ache in his arms that just wont go away until he covers them. It's not like painful, painful, but just really annoying at times.) Even if it's hot as hell outside, he will not take it off. Wakko and Dot usually have to wrestle to get it off him, otherwise Yakko will faint/have a heat stroke. They make a compromise by agreeing to Yakko wearing long sleeves, so long as they're made out of light material.

If he needs caffeine to "wake up" but is too damn tired to do so, Yakko will not hesitate to just straight-up eat pure coffee beans.

Wakko

For anything else, he does not mind eating food with very strong flavors, he actually enjoys spicy food (the spicier, the better), but for cereal they prefer the blandest one. Bland food is comforting to him (also doesnt want his brother to feel bad about not liking a lot of the savory foods he and Dot like)

Doesnt have much of a problem expressing himself. If he genuinely feels bad about something regarding themself, he wont hesitate to go to Yakko (sometimes he'll go to Dot if she happens to be there first, but 95% of the time he'll go to Yakko)

They actually likes being picked up and carried, but only by family and close friends. Any stranger who tries to pick him up will receive angry claw marks to the face.

Main hobby is composing music (instumentals). They will let Yakko or Dot write lyrics if they're feeling sad or bored (or as a sibling bonding activity too)

Favorite TV show is the Looney Tunes (classic cartoons)

He gives comfort to his sibs by just being there for them as a shoulder to cry on.

They don't like having their hat off for an extended period of time often. It's a source of comfort and his way of expressing his identity.

Is the one who usually has to stop Yakko from eating bare coffee beans when he's too tired to actually make coffee.

Dot

She's pretty in the middle when it comes to food.

If it's a minor thing, she'll usually just talk to Wakko about it. If it's something more serious, she'll go to Yakko about it.

She only let's Yakko and Wakko touch her or carry her. Outside of those two, she only let's Dr. Scratchansniff carry her. For anyone else, she will clobber anyone who makes an attempt to do so. She just really hates it when if comes to anyone else.

Main hobbies are sewing and designing clothes. She'll have her siblings model her clothes for her (they are very eager to do so everytime). It provides a good distraction for either Yakko or Wakko if they're down or frustrated about something. It's just super fun.

Really loves (well-made) action movies, it's like her favorite genre of movies.

Gives comfort by providing her siblings with soft materials (like blankets or pillows). She'll drape herself over either of them to provide a comforting pressure.

She expresses herself through her iconic pink skirt and flower scrunchie. Both are her favorite articles of clothing because her siblings were the ones who got them for her. (Yakko sewed the pink skirt; he was the one to teach Dot how to sew 💕)

She's a last resort to stopping Yakko from eating the coffee beans raw.

Original vs. Reboot headcannons

The original 1990's show is more "On-stage", having for educational songs and skits, whereas the 2020 Reboot/revival is more "Off-Stage" with the occasional show skit, hence any inconsistencies with the characters' personalities, especially Yakko.

Both shows take place in the same type of setting as "Who Framed Roger Rabbit?" (The idea of cartoons existing as real entities alongside humans; I got a lot of WFRR vibes during Sufferage City with the whole "Cartoon Rights" part especially)

Well that's about as much as I can write for now, I have more headcannons of course, but I found this to be a good place to stop.

These are just my personal headcannons of the Warner Trio, I don't really have any for Pinky and the Brain, but I wanna know what some of your guy's headcannons are for any aspect of the shows!

#asks #anon asks #anon ask #animaniacs #yakko headcannons #animaniacs headcanon #non binary wakko #lengthy response

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retroellie · 3 years

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The Last of Us Headcannons

Summary: Headcannons about TLOU2 characters

A/N: I’m sorry I haven’t posted in a bit, I’ve ben stressed so I thought I’d write for my comfort characters lmao

Warnings: Slight NSFW mentions, TLOU2 spoilers

Word count: 2.4K

Ellie

-This girl is the best girlfriend i swear

-She will always tell you she loves you when she leaves or even if she goes into the other room

-She’s lost a lot of people so she’s always telling you how much she loves you just in case

-Helping her when she has nightmares, especially after joel's death

-”Please don’t leave me.”

-“Ellie, I’m not going anywhere.”

-She’s definitely a lover of old music

-80s and early 90s was definitely her favorite eras music and movies wise

-Gifting her records you found in abandoned buildings

-She draws you a lot, especially when you aren’t paying attention

-One time she couldn’t sleep so she drew you, she thought you looked peaceful asleep. That drawing is probably her favorite she’s ever done.

-You basically live with her in the garage she lives in

-Winters are always cold in the garage so y’all are basically attached to each other

-You both are cuddled up watching movies with tons of blankets on

-This girl is horny all the time, like if yall are alone she’s on top of you

-Dancing together at the dances

-This girl is so clingy omfg

-Ellie worries about the looks and comment yall get when showing affection in public so she tends to tone down her clinginess

-Joel loves you, point blank period

-When ellie tells you what joel did for her, you didn’t know if you should be happy or sad

-They were gonna take ellie away from you, you probably would've done the same

-”My life would have mattered.”

-”Your life matters to me.”

-You tried to make her feel better about it though, telling her that there would still be bad people and infected in the world

-Neck kisses from the back, my heart is melting holy shit

-She asks maria to put you on routes with her cause mama you are not going without her

-Puns, just puns all the time and you love it

-Definitely calls you babe and baby, you always make fun of her for it but she knows you loves it

-Yall make fun of each other but it’s all in good fun she will never take it too far

Joel

-You’re this mans baby idc

-No one hurts you or they will get tracked down and their knee caps will be gone

-Joel knows full well you can take care of yourself but he just gets so mad

-This man is so soft for you

-He tries to spoil you the best way he can, going out of his way to get you presents from abandon stores

-Teaches you how to play guitar

-He will have you sit in his lap and play the chords

-”Is it sounding better?”

-He just nods and kisses along your back

-He will sing you to sleep if you ask him

-This man has shown you some good ass music, yall sometimes just lay in bed and listen to old records

-He loves the way you look in his shirts, this man melts or bends you over the kitchen table

-He doesn’t cry often but this man is hurt

-The first time you saw him cry was when he broke down to you about ellie and the fireflies and what he did

-It hurt him a lot to admit it but he was so relieved that he could let go and someone be on his side for once

-Tells you all about sarah and how she would like you

-”She would’ve loved you.”

-”Yeah, casue i’m the coolest.”

-”You're a nerd.” He chuckled out

-He would happily tell you about life before the infection, what it was like to not have to look over your shoulder all the time

-He would never tell you about his time in boston

-He didn’t want to scare you, so you never asked but you had a good idea of what happened because of tommy

-Slow dancing in the kitchen while dinner is on the stove

-Forehead kisses in the morning when he has to leave for rounds and your dead to the world

-Calls you Babygirl and princess, IDK HE JUST SEEMS LIKE THE TYPE OKAY

-His voice in the morning>>>>>>

-Will watch you dance from a far while at dances

-Takes you out on little dates, he doesn’t even care about the stares yall (The age gap)

-He is prepared for anything to happen so he loves you like it’s his last day

-Talks about having kids with you but is okay if you don’t want them, i mean he’s not sure if he wants another one but hell, He said he wasn’t going to date anymore but here we are

-If you want kids he doesn't care hold old he is, he will try and try and try to give you a child

-”Damn it i got my period.”

-”Well then I reckon we gotta try again, huh baby girl.” He says with a smirk

-This man has a daddy kink and that’s all i gotta say about that umm anyways

-He is madly in love with you and he shows it, he has lost too many people and he has the mindset of “Good things don’t last forever”

Tommy

-I love this man with all my heart, he’s my baby

-He’s very caring and will hold you anytime you need to be held

-He just wants to help people and make the world a little easier for them so he overworks himself to the max trying to keep everything in jackson in order

-”Tommy, it’s 3 am and you got rounds in the morning. Come to bed.”

-”Yeah i'll be in there in a minute, i just gotta figure out the food supply situation.”

-Having to drag his ass to bed

-He loves cuddling, he loves feeling close to you

- Your the fighter of the relationship, tommy doesn’t like to fight if he doesn’t have too so he lets you deal with the violent stuff

-Although tommy loves his brother, he has a hard time forgiving him for the violence he exposed him too

-He feels very undeserving of you and everything good in his life., you have to constantly reassure him that he is a good person and is doing a great job

-He does have nightmares of being in Boston but you were always there for him, he was so thankful for you.

-He loves your cooking, like it can be the most simple thing ever and he’d be like

-”This is the best Cereal i have ever had, who taught you to cook like this?”

-He has mommy issues, like his mother wasn’t really around so he has a lot of issues with that ig

-He is the best kisser i said what i said

-He’s very passionate and possessive, it’s cute

-He gives you his jackets all the time, he thinks you look so cute in them

- This man is literally the softest i can’t

-He doesn’t cut his hair just because one time you told him you liked it long

-”Jeez honey, your hair is getting pretty long.”

-”Shoot, do I need to cut it again.”

-”No...I like it long, it flatters your face.”

-”I will literally never touch my hair again ever again now that you said that, Okay”

-You have expanded this mans music taste

-He only ever listened to country cause i mean he’s a simple man but then you came along

-You got him a walkman just so he can listen to the music you recommend him

-He tells ellie all about you and asks her for help because he doesn’t want to mess up anything

-He’s not good in relationships and he believes he’s not a very attractive man so he doesn’t really try but he sees himself marrying you

-Spoiler he asks you to marry him because he can’t see himself without you, he doesn’t want to imagine how the world would be so dark without you in it

-He’s not into cute nicknames so he’ll just call you honey

-After joel's death, he was broken and you didn’t think you can even put him back together, but your willing to try

Dina

-I think you would be dina’s first girlfriend but she would love you with all her heart

-She kissed you at the dance and everything kinda clicked from there

-She would sneak over to you house in the middle of the night

-”Jesus, i could've killed you.”

-”But you didn’t silly, come on i’m cold lemme in.”

-”You're gonna be the death of me dina.”

-Your rounds with her were never boring, it was always an adventure with her

-Making out behind building because she couldn’t wait till yall got home

-This girl will tease you until your bright read in the face

-She will definitely love kissing you, like she will just randomly kiss you

-She will try to smash you literally anywhere, when she’s wanting to do the nasty it doesn’t matter where you are she will pull you into a random room or bathroom

-She never bores you in bed too, she’s always up to do new things especially since your her first girlfriend

-When she found out she was pregnant she wanted to give this child the best life so yall decided to move out into a farmhouse

- Having a kid didn’t really change how she loves you

-She’s still crazy and wild but now she just has a kid on her hip

-You guys were co parents so you both would hunt and take care of JJ

-You guys would do almost anything to make that kid laugh even if that was dancing like lunatics for an hour straight

-You guys almost never get alone time so just laying in bed without the kid felt nice

-Yall are cottagecore lesbians idc, yall are the best parents and i said what i said

-From behind hugs and kisses, she will grab your hips and kiss your neck until you have no choice but to rip her clothes off

-Vintage records and slow dancing with JJ

-I feel like being in a relationship with dina feels like a vintage song about love

-There's lots of dancing in this relationship because dina loves dancing

-She’s always afraid that you will feel left out in the family though since your not JJs real parent but you always tell her you don’t mind and you love JJ just like how Jesse would

-She finds it so hot when your all protective parent when it comes to JJ, as soon as he falls asleep mama yall wont get any sleep

-Yall are the best parents, dina will fight anyone who hurts JJ and you make him feel loved

-When he gets older you guys try to tell him about Jesse without making you seem like the outsider of the family if that makes sense

-Taking care of the animals and plants as a family and reading books about how to while laying in bed

-Dina makes the best food and she tries to teach you but it just doesn’t add up to what she does

-Okay we don’t know much about her sister but by the picture we saw she looks hella cool and i think you would be like best friends with her

Jesse

- yall sleep on this man i swear, so this one is to all my jesse stans are there

-He’s kinky, that’s all

-He knows he’s hot and he’s super cocky about it

-He’s not much of a cuddler ngl but he will fall asleep and wake up spooning you

-Your really close to his mom, like she loves you so much

-He’s very reckless and your kinda the opposite so you kinda tone him down abit so you think that’s why his mom likes you so much

-Jesse isn’t much of a dancer and he doesn’t really listen to music but he does like to play video games

-You always pick him up video games randomly and gets so excited

-You force him to dance with you at dances and he’s so awkward about it

-”I hate this.”

-”Awe you love it.”

-Always trying to grope you while dancing, like will have his hands on your ass and theres kids behind you like sir stoppp but like keep going

-”Hey! watch those hands.”

-”I have no idea what your talking about”

-You and dina are pretty good friends like even after their weird relationship, she’s happy for the both of you

-Okay so let's pretend jesse didn’t die and he is alive and well

-When he finds out dina is pregnant he freaks out, he’s still pretty young so he’s terrified he won’t be good enough

-When the baby comes though he’s so excited, when he’s in the infirmary with dina your happy for him but you can’t help but feel an outsider

-Dina is so sweet and tries to make you feel better

-”You're gonna be the coolest step parent ever. I’m glad my son gets such a badass step mom damn.”

-Dina does move out of jackson still though so yall only get JJ every other week, that was the agreement

-He cooks in the morning for you and JJ while yall are laying in bed

-I’m sorry but he’s literally the coolest dad, his entire life changes because of that kid

-When JJ leaves to go over to his moms house Jesse won’t let you get out of bed, this mf hasn’t got any in a week

-He gets a bunch of cook books so he can better his ability to cook for little JJ

-You guys decorate JJs room together and it’s the cutest thing ever

-He takes you to romantic places in the abandon city when yall are on rounds together

-Jesse has a lot of friends but he would much rather hang out with you

-Yall call each other stupid and dumb a lot but it’s never used as an insult its just for fun

-”Damn it, why do i always get the nasty ones.”

-”Because your stupid, dummy.”

-”That’s right, i forgot.”

-Your guys bed is never made, you guys don’t even bother at this point. Like either the kid messes it up or you guys mess it up so what's the point

-He picks you up when he hugs you, literally pick you up from the waist and lift you up

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breanime · 4 years

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Rio x Neighbor Headcannons

Idea from anon: what if reader is rio's neighbour, and one night while rio has his son something goes down and he needs someone to watch him so reader volunteers 😱 What if rio comes home to a sleepy reader?? 😱😱

*gif not mine*

Rio knew “I’m with my kid, now’s not the time for this bullshit” was a weak--and often irrelevant--thing to say

But it was true

Marcus was on the floor, drawing in his coloring book while “Monster’s Inc” played in the background, and Rio was in the kitchen, his phone to his ear

“Yeah, I know,” he muttered into the phone, trying not to let the irritation he was feeling show in his voice, “I’ll handle it. Nah, don’t even waste your breath. You had your chance.” He hung up

“Hey, papi,” he called to his son, “Daddy needs to run an errand real quick...”

“Can I come?” Marcus asked, kicking his feet in the air

“Nah, not this time,” Rio grabbed Marcus’ backpack, “but I should only be gone a couple of hours...”

“Where are we going?” Marcus hopped up, following Rio to the door

“I’m going to handle my business,” Rio answered, “you’re going to your Mom’s--”

“Nooooo,” Marcus whined, “I wanna stay with you!”

“Hey,” Rio dropped down so that he was eye level with his son, “what did I tell you?”

“That we can’t always have what we want,” Marcus parroted, “and we gotta just work with what we have.”

“Exactly,” Rio smiled, “now come on, I’ma drop you off at your Mom’s and come get you before the night is up, okay?”

“But Mommy isn’t home,” Marcus said, his hand in Rio’s

Rio froze--

--shit

That was right; Rhea was at her parents’

“Shit...” Rio whispered

“Bad word, Dad.”

“My bad,” Rio opened the door, leading Marcus out. He wasn’t sure where he was going with his son, but...

“Hi, Marcus!” You called

You had moved into Rio’s building a few months ago, and he saw you around often

Rio was immediately attracted to you; he liked your face and your body and the way you moved...

...and you were always nice to Marcus when he was around, which was a big turn-on for Rio

“Hi, Ms. Y/N,” Marcus smiled over at you, “Me and my Daddy are running errands!”

“I actually can’t take him with me,” Rio said, looking over at you, “I know it’s a lot to ask, but...”

“Oh,” you blinked, smiling, “Yeah, of course, no problem!” You looked over at Marcus. “Do you wanna come hang out with me while your Dad runs his errands?”

Marcus agreed quickly, and Rio walked him to your apartment

You exchanged numbers, and Rio smiled as he handed you your phone back

“Shouldn’t be more than a couple of hours,” he assured you, “I really appreciate this...”

“No problem,” you said back, “I’m happy to help!”

Five hours later, Rio was walking back up the steps to the apartment with a black bag slung over his shoulder

Things had taken longer than he’d planned, but everything ended up exactly how Rio had wanted it

So when he knocked on your door, he was all set with the apologies and explanations

But his words died in his throat

Because he was met by you in a baggy T-shirt and pajama pants with a turtle slipper on your left foot and a bunny on your right, rubbing your eye with a sleepy look on your face

Damn, you were adorable

“Oh, Rio,” you greeted him, your voice low and soft, “You’re back. Come in.”

“Yeah,” he followed you inside of your apartment, “I’m sorry it took so long, I didn’t realize how late it had gotten...”

“It’s fine,” you waved a hand in the air, “Marcus fell asleep, so I put him in my bed.”

“Mm... Your husband won’t mind?” Rio asked, eyeing you as you bent down to pick up a pillow that was on the floor

You laughed. “There’s no husband.”

“Boyfriend?”

“Nope.”

He raised an eyebrow, smirking. “Girlfriend?”

You grinned. “Not at the moment. How about you? Was it lady trouble that had you out tonight?”

“Nah,” Rio laughed, fingers tapping on the handle of the bag, “It was work.” He dropped the bag. “I’m not tryna be all up in your business or anything, but... I can’t lie; I’m glad to hear that you’re single.”

“You are? Why?” You asked.

He bent down, unzipping the bag. “Makes my fantasizing about you a lot more respectable,” he answered.

You laughed, and Rio looked up, smiling--you had a great laugh

“So,” he put his hands in the pockets of his hoodie and walked towards you, “I really appreciate you watching Marcus tonight. Thanks.” He took his hand out of his pocket and held out a stack of cash

Rio watched your eyes go wide, and he chuckled

“I--you--you don’t have to--”

“I want to,” he interrupted you, “Take it. Please.”

You did, and while he watched you, Rio was sure you’d never held that much money in your hands in your life

Hopefully he could change that

“Your room back here?” He asked, inclining his head

“Yeah,” you looked up from your trance, “right back there.”

Rio nodded

He went into your room--

--noting the pictures of you and your friends on the wall, the colors you’d chosen, the decorations, before his eyes fell on his son asleep on the bed

Rio picked Marcus up, and Marcus snuggled into his shoulder

You were still standing in the same spot when Rio walked back into the living room, still staring down at the pile of bills in your hand

“Yo,” Rio said, his voice low in order not to wake Marcus, “I’ma put him to bed. You should get some rest, too. And tomorrow,” he bent down and grabbed the bag, “I’d love to make you some breakfast--pay you back for tonight.”

“This isn’t payment enough?” You asked, holding up the money

He grinned. “I make a mean breakfast. I can do this thing with a breakfast sandwich where I put hashbrowns in the middle--”

“--alright, alright,” you laughed, “I’m sold. Breakfast at your place in the morning.”

You walked him (and Marcus) out, holding open the door for them

“See you in a few hours,” he said, leaning down so that his words were directly in your ear, “wear the mismatched slippers...”

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violetnotez · 4 years

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Is the this the longest fic Ive ever written? Yes. Does it suck? Also yes. Will nobody read it because it makes no sense but Im still going to post because I wasted way too much damn on this thing? TRIPLE YES.

Word count: 10.4k words (she thicc)

Genre: Angst and Fluff, sfw

AU: Fantasy AU!, Hanahaki disease

Prompt: “How could your keep this from?”

Warnings: blood

Summary: You are born into a worls where you must marry your best friend, Prince Shoto, in order to unite your kingdoms in harmony. You are happy to marry your childhood friend and love, until he leaves for a quest unannounced, and you are left questioning if you really want to marry him. Once he returns a few weeks before your planned wedding, you begin to not fall in love with him, but one of his comrades- the barbarian, Bakugo.

*this is for the even for @bnhabookclub! Heres the link to the post if your interested!

Again. welcome to the shitshow that is my blog. read at your own risk cause this gets REAL WIERD REAL QUICK

Petals-all you could see were the petals.

Your mouth and throat felt so dry, your forehead damp with sweat as your back convulsed painfully, raspy coughs wracking out of your chest as you forced the petals out of your body.

They were so pale, like creamy vanilla, a stark contrast from the droplets of your blood splattered on the delicate buds.

You quickly reached for your handkerchief, wiping the residue off your dry mouth in fear of it dribbling on to your white dress-your wedding dress. Your hands were shaking, unable to cry any more tears at your misery-you had come to terms many weeks ago that you were going to reach an unhappy end.

Why did it have to be him?

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You were the princess of your kingdom, destined to marry Prince Shoto of the neighboring kingdom. It was something you two had been accustomed to from birth- in order to connect the two kingdoms and end the quarrels between the two civilizations, you had to marry. It would be a harmonious marriage: Prince Shoto was kind, soft spoken, and a natural born leader. You two had been wonderful friends as siblings, your fathers putting away their troubles in order for you two to get along. They were hoping that by making you friends at a young age, you would learn to grow feelings for each other.

For a time, it worked-you had fallen for Prince Shoto, his soft yet powerful demeanor making you blush each time you remembered him, your young hands writing your name with his last in your journal like a prayer. At 13 you already began to count down the days until you would turn 18, because on that day, you were set to marry your predestined lover- Shoto Todoroki.

For years you had felt so lucky you were blessed with such a sweet boy to be with, being able to live out your lives harmoniously and in peace, something both your parents didn't have the luxury to have. It sometimes left you feeling frustrated- Shoto was truly kind, but very quiet about his thoughts. Your love felt one sided, Shoto seemingly only tolerating you because he had to.

Once he got older, he became more distant towards you, clearly wishing to rebel against his father’s wishes by being distant towards you. It hurt you immensely to see your best friend and crush plainly reject you, but you still held on to the hope that you two could be happy with each other. Yet all that changed when the Prince had left for a quest.

He had been gone for what seemed like an eternity and for a time, you were extremely worried. You could barely focus on your studies, only imagining your poor friend somewhere cold, hungry, and alone. You knew he would be fine, he was a resilient fighter, but yet you couldn't help but allow the worrisome thoughts to collect in your brain. After news that the Prince was in a neighboring kingdom, safely traveling with a young boy, a witch, and a warrior, you felt at ease- with all those comrades, he was sure to be safe. You finally breathed a sigh of relief, able to calm your anxieties after a long time of being unable to.

Information continued to trickle in, sometimes good and sometimes bad, but it always stated that the Prince was spotted safe and sound. You took solace in that information, and for awhile, you began to worry less and less about Shoto, until he was barely a memory.

During that time, you had begun to take on the habit of reading. Before it was a task you simply did when forced or extremely bored, only reading books and stories from your own kingdom.

With so much extra time on your hands waiting upon the Prince to return, you began to learn of other stories, ones that were trully a delight to you: stories of nomads who traveled the country and did rituals to bring them fortunes, women who sold potions by gathering mystical ingredients from the woods, people choosing their own destines and their own paths. It intrigued you- from birth you had one mission for your life: to unite your kingdoms. Once you married Prince Shoto, your destiny would be complete: and then what would you do? You had no other purpose, except being a symbol of that peace for the rest of your life, sitting pretty on a throne until your last breath.

It began to eat at your insides, gnaw at your conscience that you were merely a pawn in your father’s legacy. You could now fully understand why Shoto had been so defiant: he had realized the truth of his life as well.

Slowly, you began to learn to dread instead of anticipate your wedding day. With the Prince being gone, it was sending quite a ruckus in your home, your father more annoyed with each passing day that the Prince had not come back. You, on the other hand, rejoiced. The kings had both agreed at your times of birth that if anything happened to either child before your 18th birthday, the agreement would be cancelled and the marriage no more. They would rely on their children to fix their broken ties.

You had just turned 17, the mental clock beginning to tick in you and your father’s minds, as the Prince still wasn't back form his quest. Just a few more months, and you would both have your wishes: Shoto seemed to have no interest in marrying you, and why should you even for that matter? You two truly didnt love each other- your friendship was a hoax your fathers had created in order to save their own legacies. Your love for each other was man-made and a lie. Just a few more months, and you'd be free of this terrible fate.

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The day you turned 17 and a half, you were busying yourself on your plush pink bed, reading another novel about free spirited women in a far off land.

“Princess y/n,” your hand maiden opened the door quietly, afraid of disturbing you, “the King would like to speak with you.”

You gave your shy handmaiden a small smile, delicately marking the spot in your book as your feet landed on the cold floor.

“Thank you,” you replied, “Ill be there shortly.”

You entered your father’s study, his feet stomping the room heavily as he paced in deep thought.

The room was grand, a golden chair sitting in front of an old ebony desk, the room surrounded by maps, battle plans, and bookcases full of legends of stories written long before your time. Light flitted through long windows against the wall, looking out to the rural countryside and a matching red carpet run the lengths of the stone floors.

Your entrance seemed to have disturbed your Father’s train of thought, his head instantly looking to see who had interrupted him. Once he saw it was you, he sighed, greeting you with a tight smile.

“You wished to see me Father?’ you asked politely, your fingers tugging nervously at the sleeves of your dress. Your father never called upon you unless it was extremely important- had you done something wrong? You wracked your mind for any actions that would had been unwise for your father to find out, but to your surprise, you couldnt think of a single thing you had done.

“Yes, yes,” your father said hastily, waving his hands toward a small wooden chair at the foot of his desk, “please-sit. We have much to discuss.”

You sat on the hard chair, a chill traveling your back as you watched your father sit in his plush throne, his face clearly tired.

“As we all know, Prince Shoto has been on a quite a long quest for some time,” your father began, his voice deep with annoyance, “and has not come back. And with your 18th birthday fast approaching, and it worries me that the boy wont be back in time for your marriage. I have talked to King Todoroki about my worries, who also had the same fear, and he promised to bring the boy back and end his little shenanigan. But Shoto refuses to leave until his quest is complete.”

Your father took in a deep breath through his nose, his face a mix of anger and agitation.

Your heart beat excitedly- the prince wasnt coming back? The news bounced happily inside you, giving you some hope that you needed- that must have been why he had gone on that quest in the first place! Even though you were excited, you felt a tightness in your chest- you were childhood firend after all. He really didnt like you that much that he felt he had to run away?

“Oh dont look so solemn daughter,” your father comforted, his voice soft with sympathy,” Shotos father allowed the boy to finish his quest in 5 months’ time, and he is forced to return to his kingdom. In the meantime, we can not forget the whole reason for your marriage like young Todoroki has- you must connect the kingdoms in order to bring harmony.``

“Which is why,” your father added, “we must begin to plan the wedding.”

Your head shot up, the feeling of shock flooding your body. It was still going to happen? Your body began to feel heavy, your father's words fuzzy against your ear- you didn't want this, any of this. You felt trapped like a songbird in a cage, unable to scream out what you desperately wanted to say: if he didnt love you, you didnt want any part of this.

Your father seemed to not notice the look of terror on your face, continuing to inform you of his plan. “We already have sent out invitation to relatives and noblemen in other countries, as well as begin to plan out the festivities. It will be a 3 day event, full of food and parties and, of course, the celebration of our kingdoms coming together. The closer to the date, we will begin to need you for fittings of your dresses as well as rehearse your wedding vows and such. I promise I will make this as wonderful as I can, for you are my only daughter.”

The king smiled at you, wrapping your stiff body into a hug. You could barely feel his embrace- the world was numb to your screaming mind. You wished upon everything in you to end this, to make this all go away, but you knew you couldn't- you would be forced to do this whether you wanted to or not.

You simply nodded your head to your father’s parting words, and then ran to your quarters, shutting the door and ceremoniously throwing yourself on your bed in defeat.

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For days you felt numb and broken, all fight leaving your body. You watched as all your handmaidens and servants ran like chickens around the castle, preparing for the enormous festivities coming in close time. You were a good and proper princes, silently placid and allowing everything around you to happen.

Flower arrangements, samples of sweets, and fabrics for your dresses all came to you, and you agreed to all of them or just randomly choose. You could care less for your “special day”- the only thing you could truly hope for was prince Shoto ignoring his father’s wishes and not coming back.

That, of course, was a wishful fantasy. You were having a blissful dream when your hand maiden barged into your room, clearly too excited to be considerate of your sleeping state.

“Miss y/n! Miss y/n! Oh please wake up! There is most wonderful news!” she cried excitedly, gently pulling the covers off your body, “You must get ready at once!”

“Prince Shoto- he is back from his quest!”

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The whole of the kingdom rejoiced at the news, since he had arrived a month before the wedding. He was here, ready to marry and unite the kingdom. That was all that truly mattered.

Your handmaiden dressed you in your most elegant gown, the icy aqua color bringing out the rosiness of your cheeks, as she placed pearly ornaments in your hair. You felt like you were being presented as a gift to the Prince, a reminder of what he was destined to do. You sighed, dreading having to reunite with your once friend and secret love.

Shoto was standing in the ballroom of your castle, very accustomed to it since you both played here occasionally as children. He was used to the golden floors and the crystal chandeliers the sizes of boulders, all hung gracefully in a row on the ebony ceiling. Him and his company were standing shoulder to shoulder, facing the polished staircase cascading towards them.

He looked at his new found friend’s faces, their expressions clearly in shock. Izuku, his face ruddy with dirt and his cheeks aflame from nervousness as he twisted his shirt between his fingers (a nervous tick Shoto had noticed). Uraraka gawked at the room around her in awe, her wide eyes drinking up the scene in front of her. Bakugo was least impressed, his arms crossed in front of his exposed chest and his eyes formed in judgmental slits.

Shoto had told the others before why he had to go back, but only after the quest was over- he wanted to help his new found friends, and after promising to help them in their battle, he would have felt extremely guilty leaving them behind.

Their reactions were mixed when he revealed he had a marriage in a few weeks time- Izuku was clearly shocked yet in awe hed be marrying a princess, while Uraraka seemed to find the situation romantic. Bakugo simply laughed, mocking him from being such a “sissy” for actually getting married in the first place.

Shoto was feeling conflicted inside at the moment- it had been so long since he had last seen you, and when he had, he was less than kind to you. He was quiet, distant, and quite petty about the whole situation of your marriage. You had turned barely 17 when he left, his young body desperate for some adventure and resilient to his father’s wishes. He merely saw you as a nuisance, someone in the way of his freedom. He knew it was unkind and unjustified, you didn't know what was going on inside him, but he was angry nevertheless and desperate to leave. So when he was approached by young boy in need of a friend for his quest, it was hard to resist the offer.

But as nights when on and he had time to be alone with his thoughts, his mind always seemed to travel to you. The way you giggled, your laughs sounding like chimes in the wind, or how your smile always seemed to make his skin tingle with warmth.

You were always a strange girl, but always in the best way, daring Shoto to races even thought your father said it was “unlike a princess to do so” or trying to braid Shoto’s mix-matched hair.

He would never forget the day he had allowed you to do so, your nimble fingers soft against his skin and making him burn up from nervousness. Your touch was so calming and soothing, your small compliments and soft voice sending his soul soaring with pleasure. It was then he realized he had loved you for you, not because he was forced to.

Shoto felt guilty for forgetting those cherished memories in his fits of anger, but he had agreed to help Izuku and he vowed to not give up on that promimse. Months went on, and Shoto couldnt tell how much time had passed: he only hoped you were doing okay without him.

It wasnt until his father had came to collect him that he realized how short he was on time. He had still stuck by his friends, yet the constant reminders of your wedding was in the air, haunting him. They would travel through kingdoms, the whispers of this event following him as the townspeople began to talk. It was a wonder his friends never caught on except him, only to find out weeks before your wedding.

Now Shoto was standing in the ballroom, feeling quite nervous- he hadnt seen you in so long….would you look any different? He was certain your beauty had grown by then, the thought of you looking older and more womanly bringing a blush to his cheeks. How would you see him? He had become quite a different person on his quest, his body becoming more hardened from battles with bandits and the harsh life of travelling. Would you feel the same for him still? Were you just as excited as you were so many years ago to finally be together?

Shoto heard the clicks of shoes on the wooden floor, a man with the straightest back he had ever seen standing proudly at the steps of the stairs.The man took a deep breath, his voice traveling through the room as he announced your arrival to the group of travelers.

Yet Shoto didnt hear a single word he said- he was enraptured by your beauty. You had seemed to turn into a fine young woman since he had last seen you, your curves accentuated by the tightness of your gown, the blue complimenting you perfectly. Your hair flowed in soft ringlets on your back, the pearls in your hair like stars. You were an angel blessed to this planet- an angel he was destined to marry.

The only thing that was worrying him was your expression- he had expected you to seem so much more lively, welcoming the bright smile you would always give him when you saw him. But now, your face was gone of any warmth, looking almost numb to the situation as you looked down at the group.

You traveled down the stairs, hating the way your name sounded in the announcer's voice. This was all so cliche- the Prince comes from a quest, and there is the Princess, simply a prize for his hardwork. A trophy of sorts for doing a good deed. Why did it have to be this why? Why couldnt you feel anything? The world had felt so cold for so long, feeling trapped due to the lack of control you had. Everything had seemed to loose its splendor and color, your vision for weeks turning gray in sadness-

Until you saw him.

The ash blonde boy, his hair unruly and his eyes a bright red like blood. He was clad in strange clothes, like a barbarian, his chest completely open and showcasing his taut muscles. You were intrigued by him- you had only seen likes of him in books and stories you read. He was so different, so menacing, and you wanted to know more. He was the only thing you could focus on, not taking any time to look at the others in the group, including Shoto.

Shoto was the first to reach you, unafraid to approach you like the rest of the group as you reached the bottom of the steps.

“Y/n-” he said, his voice deep and airy, “you look-wonderful.”

You gave him a small smile, but it made his heart sink- you didnt look happy at all. It seemed forced, far from the bright grins you used to send his way all the time.

“As do you, Shoto. You look quite different from when we last saw each other.”

You quickly turned your attention away from him, focusing on his new comrades instead.

“I assume these are the young heroes that accompanied you on your journey?”

“Y-yes!” the young boy with the unruly green hair stuttered, nervously bowing his head. He was quite adorable in a way, his small stature and freckles dusted on his cheeks giving him a child-like quality (even though he was most likely your age). “My name is Izuku Midoriya!”

You gave a reassuring smile to the young boy, trying to make him feel comfortable.

“It is wonderful to meet you Izuku.”

You began to walk towards the girl know, her pointy yet colorful hat signaling that she was a light witch, a sorceress who used your powers for good.

The girl shimmied in her dusty boots, clearly as nervous as the boy. She lifted the corners of her cloth dress, bowing slightly.

“My name is Ochaco Uraraka, your highness,” she smiled sweetly, her cheeks dusted in a pinky glow.

“Ochaco…” you mused over the name, its sound foregin yet light on your tongue, “you are a light witch, I assume?”

“Yes, yes I am!” the girl practically squealed, relief seemingly flooding her face. ‘How did you know?”

You giggled a her amazement at you, completely unaware apparently that she had the most witch-like outfit you had ever seen.

“A lucky guess,” you shrugged your shoulders playfully as you began to walk again, your heart beginning to race as you edged toward the barbarian.

You stopped in front of the man, his stature a head taller than yours. You eyes looked slightly up at him, your cheeks reddening- he was much more handsome up close, his rugged features making you feel breathless. He un-apologetically judged you with his vermilion eyes, looking you up and down with scorn.

Why did you find that so attractive?

“And you are-”

“My name is Bakugo.” he instantly interrupted you, his voice deep and velevty like syrup, “thats all you need to know.”

“Bakugo?” Your brain searched for any name similar to that, but found none- this boy was definitely a foreigner, most likely from far off lands you could only dream of. You had no idea why he followed Shoto back to the kingdom, but you were happy he did- he was definitely a sight for sore eyes.

“A warrior, I assume by your garments,” you nodded, your eyes trailing to his torso “and by the looks of your scars, an experienced one.”

He scoffed at your observations, his eyes rolling in his sockets.

“For a princess, your eyes wander a damn lot. But yeah- Im hella of a good warrior. Best in the kingdoms.”

You cocked an eyebrow at his language, your cheeks red by his comment. He was so unapologetic and rude, yet- it was intoxicating to you.

“I’m glad to here that.”

Shoto was eyeing you sadly the whole time- what was so different between you two? Why did you seem so welcoming to the others but so distant to him? His face began to turn red with fury as he watched you interact with Bakugo, the way Bakugo insulted you so plainly and cockily making him want to yell. He watched as your face had light up for just a moment when you spoke with him, something Shoto didn't get the luxury to experience.

He also noticed what Bakugo had vocalized- you eyes did wander when you looked at him. Shoto at first tried to rationalize that you were simply being curious, since Bakugo was definitely a strange sight for you, but the way your cheeks blushed and you smiled so warmly at him made him think otherwise.

What did you see in that barbarian that you didnt with Shoto?

You looked again at the odd group, taking a deep breath through your lungs.

“I want to congratulate you all for your successful quest,” you began, the lines slightly rehearsed, “and as thanks from my father for bringing back Prince Shoto, he would like to welcome you all for dinner tonight. We would love to hear all about your journey then,” you then snuck one last look at Bakugo, his eyes boaring into yours. It was making you feel a warmth inside that you had thought long ceased.

You instantly looked down at your hands, your cheeks feeling hot. You knew this was wrong- you shouldn't feel smitten for any other boy, especially this warrior, yet you couldnt help it- you were entranced by his resilience and the freedom he had, something you could only dream of.

“If youll excuse me, I have - things to attend to. It was a pleasure to see you all” you gave the group a tight smile, turning your back quickly from the group to follow your handmaiden back to your quarters.

Shoto watched you until you were gone, his heart beating painfully. He wished he could run up to you, grab you by your wrist and ask you what was the matter. It was still him, your friend for all those years, and you were still you, his love and his best friend. Were you beginning to forget, like he did? He felt his stomach drop painfully at the idea- he would ask you, tonight. He would figure out what had happened between you two, and fix it.

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You were now at dinner, sitting stiffly as you moved your food around your plate, your tight corset making you feel un-hungry. All night you had been detached and quiet, feeling almost sick by your surroundings. Your father was overly outgoing to the guest,giving you side-eyed glances and trying to enter you in the conversation. You would simply smile and nod, occasionally throwing in a comment before returning to squishing your food between your utensils.

The only time you ever seemed interested was when Bakugo would speak. His comments were all snarky and rude, completely self centered about how strong or intelligent he was.

He was constantly proving his worth throughout the dinner, taking over the story of their journey when he saw fit, making sure everyone knew he was the most capable one of the group. It was obscene, his remarks, his language, even his personality, but- you were intrigued by it. The only person he had to listen to was himself. It was so intoxicating to watch him talk, to hear what other remarks would leave his mouth. Whenever he spoke, you stood up a little straighter, taking time to take in any information he gave about himself and immortalize it into your brain.

Shoto had felt awkward the whole meal, not knowing how to gauge your emotions. You seemed so distant, as if a stranger was sitting next to him. He wished he could enter your mind, detangle all the emotions and thoughts that were keeping you from being yourself around him. There was no laughter, no genuine smiles, no happiness came from you. This bothered him- you were usually so cheerful. His nervousness was eating the inside of his stomach, as his mind still couldn't figure out how to approach you after dinner.

“-and the wedding will be a three day celebration, full of festivities,” your father continued boisterously, his voice booming embarrassingly around the room, “Shoto and y/n will be the main attention, of course, over 200 noblemen will see them share vows-”

The sound of your chair pushing away echoed throughout the dining hall, making the whole group look to you. You cleared your throat delicately, a hand resting on your chest.

“Excuse me for my rudeness, but Im feeling- unwell,” you sighed a quick smile.

“Are you alright, do I need to-” the king asked, his eyes full of concern as you shook of his worries.

“Oh no, Im completely fine- just a headache,” you gave a pained smile, “I hope you all enjoy the rest of the meal.”

Shoto watched you walk away, desperate to make sure he knew which way you went in this large castle. He instantly pushed away from the table as well, rising quietly.

“I- uh-am full, thank you for the meal,” he bowed to the King slightly, placing his napkin on his plate as he rushed out, confusing the group that was left.

Izuku and Ochaco looked at each other, their cheeks red with embarrassment and shock as they looked at Bakugo, who was clearly not bothered by the disturbance. Ochaco then looked at the king, who was clearly confused by the whole ordeal, as an awkward air lay heavy on the table.

Ochaco hastily took a large bite from her plate, filling her mouth with food- “MMMMMM!” she exaggerated, trying to start up conversation again, “I LOVE the ham!”

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Shoto ran around the castle, looking through every corridor and door, searching for you.His head was racing, trying to organize his thoughts in his minds. He needed to figure out how to speak to you- should he act normal, like nothing was wrong? Should he be formal and see how that went? Angry? Upset? He didnt know how to approach you, but he knew he had to do it.

He finally saw your gown turn an empty hallway, his feet picking up pace. He quickly was able to catch up once he could pin point your location, his hand wrapping around your wrist in order to stop you.

You felt slender,cool fingers wrap around your skin, making your body run cold. You instantly jumped by the sudden touch, all breath leaving your body as you turned around quickly.

Your wide eyes met the mix matched orbs of Shoto, a small pang of annoyance filling your body from getting so scared.

“Shoto,” you replied breathlessly, slightly happy though it was only him and not somebody else that had grabbed you.

“I-uh-y/n,” he replied back, his mind going blank.

He let go of your wrists, his hands resting at the side of his body. “I-Im sorry to scare you like that,” he apologized, “I just- wanted to speak to you. If you’ll let me.”

You looked at the boy, his eyes now averting yours, probably from nerves. You decided to listen, turning your body to him.

“Apology accepted,” you said plainly, “What did you want to speak about?”

Shoto drew a blank- what did he want to talk about? He loved hearing your voice, finally only reserved for him, but yet you seemed preoccupied. Distant. Like you were on another world and not truly there with him.

He stared at you lightly, looking extremely conflicted. “I-I wanted to talk to you about what happened while I was gone.”

“You explained quite plainly what happened on your journey,” you replied, clearly not in the mood to talk, “I applaud you for your bravery, it must have been quite a difficult journey-” you gave him a small bow, your eyes gone of any warmth. “I really must go to bed, Im sorry, but i do feel-”

You began to walk away again, Shoto desperate to keep you near him. He walked in font you, blocking your path.

“You didnt here me correctly-” he changed his wording this time, trying to be as specific as possible. “I want to know what happened to you while I was gone.”

You eyebrows turned down in confusion. “What are you trying to say Shoto?”

He swallowed, trying to clear his dry throat as he licked his lips, conflicted.

“You seem-different.”

“Its been a year and a half since I last saw you, Shoto,” you reasoned, “of course Ill be different.”

“Yes, but-” he paused, “youre too different. Youre not the same y/n I knew.”

“Why? Because Im not following you around like a love sick puppy?” Annoyance began to bubble inside, feeling attacked by Shoto’s words. “Because I finally got over the fact you didnt love me ? You dont have to pretend Shoto, I know full well you only see me as a nuisance.”

Shock flooded Shoto’s system as your icy words pierced his skin. What happened to you? Yes, he was rude to you before he left, but he didnt feel like that anymore. That was a simple phase, were you going to define him by that?

“I dont see you as a nuisance, y/n.”

“Really?” you scoffed at his words. “then tell me why your father had to go out to find you twice before you finally decided to come back?”

“I made a promise to my friends. I had to finish my quest before-”

“You had a promise to me, Shoto!” you yelled exasperatedly, your heart bursting with hurt. ��To your family! To my family! Our people! What was so much more important than that?”

“I was so worried about you Shoto, terrified for you. Those first few months I couldnt think of anything but you.” You were beginning to reveal a lot, too much, but the emotions, the hurt, the anger, was flooding out of you like a broken dam and you couldn't stop it.

“But then I realized that you didnt care for me. You thought I didn't notice how you gave me the cold shoulder those last few months? How you ignored me, only gave me quick answers, acted as if I was just a pest following you around? I remembered all of it, and then I realized- you left because of me.”

“You left because of me, didn't you, Shoto?” your voice was harsh and crude like metal, stabbing into Shoto’s conscience.

He stayed silent- how could he say anything back? Your words were making him feel small and foolish- he should have known that you would have noticed his change in demeanor, just as he noticed yours.

You smiled painfully at his silence, feeling a fresh cut of pain slash inside you. “I knew it.”

“Y/n, I-” There was so much he wanted to say, things he wanted to take back. He didnt want this meeting to go like this- with you even more distant to him. Out of all the possible outcomes, this had to be the worst one.

“Dont even try to backtrack Shoto, I know the truth now,you just confirmed it.”

He knew he was less than kind to you before he left, but know it wasnt like that anymore. Why were you so angry?

“Fine-yes-I left, and it wasnt right,” he admitted, his voice deep, “but Im back. Why are you putting my old self against me now?”

“Because I couldn't for the year and half you were gone! I-I loved you Shoto, and you-”

“You dont love me anymore?” Shoto looked down at you sadly, his eyes full of sorrow. It felt like his heart was breaking in two, the way those words spilled out your mouth so easily making it sting even more.

You swallowed, filling a pit grow in your chest. Everything felt so cold, so empty. This was your best friend- why couldn't you just be nice to him? You thought you had gotten over all this.

“You dont love me-so why should I love you?” your voice was barely a whisper, cold and empty in the frigid hallway.

Shoto stared down at you, his voice caught in his throat. Did you really believe that? That he didnt love you?You had been friends since children- you really thought all those times, all those days you played together, were all fake? Who even were you?

“I just want you to know,” you spoke, your voice monotone and icy,” Im not doing this for my father, or your father, or even you. Im doing this for my people and thats it.”

“It” meaning the wedding.

Tears began to prickle your lashline, confusion flooding your numb body as you began to walk away from Shoto-

you hadnt cried in what seemed like forever.

Why were you now?

“Y/n, please, can we just talk-” he tried to reason, harsh with desperation.

“No.” your voice was plain in its tone that you were done with the conversation.

“Im just curious Shoto- why did you come back? Because if I had the luxury to have all that freedom, to be free for once- I wouldnt.”

Shoto’s heart felt broken as he watched you walk away, your dress ruffling as you continued on your path. He felt defeated, confused, even angry- what had happened to you since he had been gone? Did you really hate him that much? What did you mean you had no freedom? More questions flooded his mind than what were answered, but he now knew one thing- you didnt want anything to do with him.

As Shoto’s was returning to his corrdiors sadly, you were lost in thought, just feeling- empty. You didnt feel sad, or angry, or even spitefu anymorel. Just- numb to the world. You could walk for miles and miles it seemed and you wouldnt feel a thing.

Why was that? Why were so mean to your long lost firend? You should be hugging him from happiness and relief-not meeting him with coldness and hate.

As you were lost in thought, you didn't even notice yourself running into a person. Your hand instantly reached out, meeting soft yet rough skin. You looked up in confusion ,and your breath hitch- it was the barbairan, his vermilion eyes like rubies as he stared down at you in scorn.

“Oi, watch were your going you damn princess,” he scolded,pushing you off him gently. You stumbled slightly, trying to get your footing right- you had run in to him, you had even touched him. If you were feeling alright, and if the circumstances were different, you could practically squeal. “Youre gonna hurt someone.”

“Did I hurt you?”

He scoffed at your comment. “Like you could ever hurt me,” his voice was deep and velvety, his comment sending shocwaves into your system. The reply was prideful, yet it could have been- sweet. Kind, in a way in a different light- maybe he meant it like that?

“How do you know that?” you blurted out, a small smirk crawling across your lips.

You just wanted him to talk more, to hear that velvety voice directed towards you- but you were close to flirting with him. What were you doing? What was going on with you?

One second you were chewing out your life time friend weeks before your wedding, and now you were being smitten with a random man you didn't even know.

He chuckled slightly, his canines glinting. “Your a fucking handful, arentcha?”

He eyed your wobbling feet, as you still were finding your footing slightly.

“You clearly cant walk right-you feeling fine, because Im not gonna be the one who carries you-”

“No, no , Im fine.” you reassured, your cheeks rosy. ‘Thank you for catching me.”

“Youre the one who ran into me.”

“You could have just pushed me off though, you seem like the type to do that,” you gave him a cheeky grin, it disappearing when you heard a slight growl come form him.

“The hell you mean princess?” he was trying to be menacing, but you could tell there was something behind it- he was curious. You loved how he called you “princess”, making it sound like a pet name than a title.

“Your a lone wolf, are you not? You are strong, independent, free-” you began to list off, your eyes focusing on his, “you follow your own code and beliefs”

“Damn right I do,” he agreed, your heart soaring that he looked so proud of you for describing him so perfectly. “-which is why Im confused as hell that half-and-half prince is allowing himself to get married.”

Ouch.

The small amount of hope that Bakugo seemed to like you had quickly got destroyed, feeling hurt flood your body. You quickly tried to shake it off, so Bakugo couldn't see it on your face.

“What he even want to talk to you about anyway?” The boy shifted in his stance, his muscles moving with his movements.

You gulped, guilt filling your body- Shoto, the one who had just fought with. You couldnt tell this boy what had happened- that was private, and really, it was embarrassing.

“Just-uh-about-” you stammered, your cheeks red as you searched for a lie.

“Ugh, let me guess, you two were trading spit werent you?” he interrupted in disgust, taking your red cheeks as a sign you two were doing something unholy in the hallway.

You swallowed, licking your lips as you gave him a tight lipped smile. You were just going to follow along with Bakugo’s line of reasoning- you didnt have any other better ideas.

“Y-yep, just- please dont tell anyone?”

He gave a bitter laugh, his voice booming against your ears. “You guys cant get dirty? I guess that makes sense, since you all our royalty, cant be having any scandals-”

“Do you promise?” you rushed him, now feeling uncomfortable- if anybody heard you and Shoto were kissing in the hallway, and you two were really arguing-

“Yeah, dont worry princess, youre secrets safe with me.”

You sighed a breath of relief, feeling your heart jump at the smirk the boy sent your way.

“Thank you- I- uh- best be going now,” you stammered, rushing past the warrior, “have a nice night Bakugo.”

You rushed to your room, your heart feeling on fire. Your hands were shaking, your mid racing- all you could think about was that boy. Your world had seemed so dark, until he showed up. His rude responses, his chaotic personality, his snarkiness, that overly prideful speech, his freedom- it was so intoxicating to you. You felt your heart pumping against your chest- you hadn't felt this alive in so long.

You suddenly felt very sick, your head feeling drowsy- maybe you were actually catching something, and thats why you were acting so strange? You were gasping for breath it seemed, your corset making it hard to breath. I felt like something was tightening around your chest, small prods poking into you from the inside- it was a strange sensation, one you did not welcome in the slightest. You stumbled to your bed, holding on to the post as your lungs felt tight with no air, liking something was blocking your passageway. Coughs began to erupt out of you, wracking your body until you finally felt you could breathe. You sucked in a deep breath, welcoming the sweet night air, your chest still feeling tight. You looked down at the ground, trying to slow your stammering heart, until your eyes feel upon something new- a single white petal, resting softly on the ground.

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After that night, You became obsessed with this boy, learning bits and pieces from him though conversation you had overheard from Shoto’s friends and workers inside the castle. You learned he was from an extremely far off land, past even the Mountains, which surprised you. He lived alone, and apparently had a dragon as well. He had gotten in many fights due to his overly prideful personality, which was why he had so many scars decorating his taut body. Your handmaidens seemed to look at him with annoyance, saying he refused to wear anything “civilized” and would plainly cuss them out if they even set foot in his room to clean.

You knew he had a softer side though- he had kept your “secret” safe, right? You heard nothing around the castle about any make-out session or argument between you and Shoto. That little act made you feel special in someway- maybe he had a soft side for you?

Whenever you would feel yourself getting sucked into the sadness of planning your wedding, you’d think of fantasies with that barbarian boy. Him taking you in the middle of night, taking you far away from this place. His hands placed around your waist, that snarky smile looking down at you again.

Seeing him walk around the castle grew a desperation and love in your body, watching his handsome face stare around the rooms, his voice loud and prideful- you wished he could look your way, acknowledge you again. His vermillion eyes sent fire into your soul whenever you closed his eyes, his face being a beacon of warmth in your life.

Yet that beacon of life was killing you from the inside- every day and every night you fantasized about Bakugo, the sickness taking over you grew worse and worse. The closer you got to your wedding day, the worse it felt, the vines inside you prickling at your soft organs. They were growing, you felt it, as you coughed up more and more petals.

For a few days you had no idea what was going on, fear striking you as you wondered if you should ask to see a doctor. But you decided to do your own research, scourging through books until you found your sickness: Hanahaki. The the mythical disease for unrequited love. It was quite rare, but it came to the most lonely, delusional, and desperate of lovers.

It made sense, really- it all started when you talked to Bakugo, after falling in his arms. It hurt he didnt love you back- but why should he? One run-in shouldn't make people fall in love with each other, but somehow it made you. You welcomed the pain alittle, as it was a reminder you still had some feeling other than emptiness inside you. It also terrfiied you- you were supposed to be in love with Shoto, not some barbarian from a far off land you barely spoke to.

How had this happened, how could you let this happen?

Even if you did tell others you had Hanahaki, they would point the finger at Shoto, calling him cold and callous for not loving you. You were the one who was the cold one, pushing your old friend away. Even if you felt some residue of anger for him, you wouldn't put him through that- he didn't deserve it. You let this disease do its course- if it went away youd be freed, knowing that Bakugo loved you back, and if not- well, you’d figure that out when you got there.

You had barely talked to Shoto or even noticed him since that night, not realizing the amount of worry he felt towards you. Everyday that went by he noticed how sick you looked, your skin paling and you eyes losing any life. Every cough you tried to hold back he noticed and it rang in his ear like a terrible siren- there was something wrong with you.It ate at his insides, his fear of you pushing him away again making him scared to ask what was wrong.

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It was now the night before you wedding and you were feeling less than hopeful. You were supposed to be lively and happy, as your father had thrown a party to celebrate the events of the next day, yet you had no energy left in you to dance or socialize. You stayed in a dark corner, trying your best to blend in and not be noticed.

The coughs were not leaving, and it felt like your chest was being constricted until you could barely breathe. The annoying tickle of a cough was constantly at the back of your throat, as you tried to keep the petals at bay. You were miserable.

“Princess, are you doing alright, you seem a little- pale? Do you need some water, or maybe fresh air,” the young witch Ochaco approached you, her rosy cheeks and bright eyes looking at you.

“Hello, Ochaco,” you greeted, your smile strained, “you know-fresh air would be nice.”

The sweet girl smiled at you, gingerly taking you by the crook of your elbow and out of the ballroom. The fresh air was rather nice, soothing your hurting brain and your sore lungs. You two walked in silence for a while, enjoying each other’s company. Your mind was shifting around, thinking about Shoto and what would happen tomorrow. It hurt too much, though- you still were both not at speaking terms, and now you had to be promised to each other for eternity. The thought made your throat itch even more, and instead, you switched to own of your many fantasies of Bakugo that brought you some comfort.

“So, how are you feeling? Nervous, excited, scared?” Ochaco asked gingerly

“About what?” you asked, looking at her with curiosity

“Uh,um-your wedding,” she giggled nervously, her cheeks growing red again.

Oh-you cursed yourself for getting to invested in your fantasy, feeling embarrassed for thinking of Bakugo and not about Shoto.

You really didnt know how to answer her question-You felt yourself dreading it-how could you tell her that? But you didnt want to lie to her- lying to her would be practically evil, like giving a child a promise and not fulfilling it.

“Its expected of me to marry him,” you reasoned out carefully, “Ive been thinking of this day since I was a child.”

She gaped out you in awe. “Really?That early? In your kingdoms is it a tradition to marry from each other’s kingdoms?”

You gave her a wihsful smile. “Actually- no, it isnt. We’re the first ones.”

Her brown bob fluttered against her cheeks, her eyes staring up at you in confusion.

“I-if you dont mind me asking,” she asked nervously, “why is that?”

You sighed, giving her a small smile.

“Its kind of a long story….”

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“Long ago our two kingdoms began to quarrel against one another. But that happened years back- we still continued to fight against each other, and quite frankly, we forgot about why. We just knew we hated each other and wanted to see the other fail. My father had always said to me that my mother wished for her children to be born in a peaceful kingdom, yet my father’s pride prevented that from coming true for her.

“Until the day I was born- my mother, sadly, died while giving birth to me. My father now had no queen, and really, no future ruler, since I am a girl and only men can become ruler in my kingdom. In his grief, he began to feel sympathetic, I suppose- he knew King Todoroki had a young boy who was barely turning 4, and my father got an idea. He travelled to his kingdom, and somehow was able to talk King Todoroki into an agreement.”

“In order to end the suffering of our two kingdoms, Shoto and I would marry once I turn 18, in which would bind our kingdoms forever in peace, with Shoto as ruling over both.”

Ochaco breathed out a large sigh, giving you a conflicted expression.

“So-thats why you two are getting married? Its arranged?”

You looked at her in confusion-“Didnt-Shoto tell you that? I thought Bakugo at least knew-”

“Bakugo?” Ochaco blinked a few times, clearly puzzled. “Bakugo just thought it was quite, well, wierd Shoto was getting married- Bakugo is just a lone wolf who cant understand love I guess-”

You strangely felt angry at her words- how could she even say that about him? Yes, he was cold and callous at times, but how could she know he couldn't at least love? You knew he had to at least have some way of having feelings for another person, you had to at least hope for that-

“-it must be why he left last night,”

You stopped in your tracks, feeling a ton of bricks pound into your chest.

“He-he left?

“Um yeah! Something about being ‘bored waiting around for a stupid’- oh my gosh, y/n are you alright!?”

You were coughing up quite alot, your lungs dry and painful as your heart tore in two. He-he left. Without you. Without even a goodbye.

After all that daydreaming, all that hope, that dedication to him, hoping he would notice you- he left. He never loved you, and you knew it- you were just so desperate for someone to take you, to teach you how to be free.

You wanted him to teach you, to see potential in you that you could be just as defiant to the world as him.

Uraraka wrapped her slender arms around your body, patting your back softly to help you rid your body of whatever had attacked you. It was taking everything in you to not let a single petal fall out, the itching in the back your neck unbearable as your heart beat agonizingly against horribly.

You felt a few silky petals slip out of your mouth, soft against your dry tongue. Miraculously, Uraraka didn't suspect a thing- most likely from the darkness she couldn't see the disease overtaking you.

You gulped desperately for air, finally getting a hold on your lungs.

“I-Im fine,” you panted out, raising from the floor on shaky knees. “Thank you”

Urarka gave you a pointed look, clearly not convinced. “Of course, but are you sure? Do you need water, or maybe I should get Shoto-”

“No!” you yelled out, covering your mouth in case of another attack.

You felt a little guilty for yelling at Uraraka so harshly, her wide eyes looking at you in shock-you just couldnt bear seeing Shoto when you were grieving over a lover that was never yours- and apparently dying from it too.

“No, Im fine, really,” you said more calmly, trying to be reassuring, “lets, just- walk back, if thats okay-”

“Yes of course! Ill walk you to your room, just in case you get sick again-”

You two walked in silence again, you mulling over your broken heart as Uraraka watched you in worry. You two passed the ballroom, everyone seemingly enjoying themselves and not noticing you two as you lead the way to your room.

You stepped up to the door, your hand grasping the doorknob until you paused, a question entering your mind. You were still confused why Uraraka said she didnt know your marriage was arranged-you would have expected Shoto to have told his group after saying he was getting married.

Was he embarrassed by it, that he was marrying you?

“You said you were surprised to here our marriage was arranged,” you asked quietly, “Shoto never told you?”

Uraraka shuffled in her pink boots, her shoulder hunched close to her chin.

“He-uh-no,” she breathed out, “he said he made a promise to marry a girl he loved.”

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Morning.

Daylight.

Wedding.

You should be feeling happy, excited, optmistic-you had been imagining this day since you were a child. But now, all you could feel was a coldness you couldnt seem to shake off- after your talk with Uraraka last night, you felt so confused.

The person you “loved” had never loved you, leaving you sick and hurt.

The person who did love you, you most likely pushed away to the point where they didnt love you anymore.

You couldnt even understand your emotions yourself. All night your sickness wouldnt leave your poor lungs alone, making you cough uncontrollably all night, the petals piling up around you.

You wouldn't allow anyone to see you in the morning, snatching your wedding dress from your hand maidens and putting in yourself. You fixed yourself up, trying to make yourself look as lively as possible, but it seemed impossible- you felt too empty inside to really put your heart into it.

Another round of coughs attacked your chest, a single petal dribbling out of your mouth, along with a speckle of blood. It dripped on the inner folds of your creamy white dress- easily disguisable if you made sure it was covered- yet it made you begin to cry.

What was going on? Why did you have to do this? Why were you still sick?

Your knees hit the cold floor, wave after wave of tears and coughs struck your body in a terrible symphony, the petals piling up on your dress.

You couldnt take it anymore- this sickness was going to have to take you, because you had no energy left to fight it anymore.

You felt a knocking on your door, the sounds harsh against your temple. You sniffled, one last cough feebily spilling out of your bloodied lips.

“Go away-I promise Ill be out soon-” you began sadly, until you heard the door swing open.

You looked up, your face in shock as you did not lock eyes with your handmaiden, but with Shoto’s.

He looked around the floor, noticing the bloody petals, his face completely torn-he knew what was going on.

Shoto stared down at you, his eyes boaring into yours-he knew something was wrong with you. He had came by your room in hopes of fixing your relationship before speaking your vows, working up the courage until he heard you crying. No matter what was between you two, he wouldnt let you go through pain by yourself.

Now he watching you cough up your life, those sickly petals flowing out of you, each one taking a toll on your body.

He gasped out your name, the words like honey as he sat next to you on the floor. You looked so beautiful in that white gown, like an angel from heaven.

But the paleness of your skin, the bags like bruises under your eyes, the blood on your lips- it all reminded him that you were human, and you were hurting inside. He reached for your hand, his fingers grazing your skin-so cold- but you pulled it away quickly.

“Please, dont Shoto-” you whispered hoarsely, “Im-”

Another wave of coughs wracked at your chest, this time the rasps painful against your chest as the vines squeezed.

Shoto didnt know what to do- how could he help you? There wasn't anything he could do to help, except watch his best friend and love slowly cough her life away. A few petals cascaded out of your mouth, adding to the piles as you heaved air back into your lungs, your knuckles white.

“How, how could you keep this from me?” he asked sadly, ignoring your pleas and pulling you into his lap.

You felt how warm he was, and realized- he did love you. He had been there for you as a child, and he was here for you now, comforting you in your worst moment.

Your heart felt like it was exploding as tears cascading down your face, salty and warm against your skin.

“How-how could I Shoto?” I shuldnt have been so mean to you,” you sobbed, “Im so sorry, so sorry, this is all my fault-”

“Please, no, dont be sorry,” he said softly, his arms cradling your body, “we both have our own faults. I shouldnt have left you for so long, and Im sorry for that, I-” he gulped, his heart beating harshly against his chest.

“I-I do love you,y/n, I do.”

You picked up your head, forcing yourself to look at him- he was so handsome, his mix matched eyes softly looking down at you- he was still the little boy you knew from a child, though, always so calm and sweet.

“I know, Shoto, I just, I-” you gulped, fighting to keep the coughs and sobs at bay.

He sighed, feeling his heart sink.

“You loved Bakugo, didnt you? Thats why,” he motioned to the petals, “this is happening to you.”

You gave him a shocked look, your eyes wide and glassy. You forgot how observant Shoto could be- you felt your cheeks grow red, realizing now he must have known by the way you stared so much at Bakugo.

“Was-it that noticebale?”

“Y/n,” he sighed, his chest feeling heavy, “very.”

You giggled at his remark, feeling strange for laughing for once. But Shoto was so abrupt with his words, it always made you laugh at his remarks.

Shoto’s heart soared at your laugh, the sound like chimes against his ears. It died down, the room quickly feeling closed in again.

“I just dont want to do this. I-I want to be friends again. To figure out who were are, without us being forced to be with each other.” you sighed, your heart rattling against your chest. “ I-I want to be with you and marry you- when we decide. Not my father, or your father- I want to be free to choose.”

You turned to Shoto, your hands touching his cheek.

“I-I did love you-and I still do-Im just so confused, and trapped, and-”

“You just want to be your own person,” he finished your sentence, his voice so much stronger than yours.

He looked down at you, his face surprisingly smiling.

“I think I may have arranged that,”

You jumped up, your face in shock. “H-how? Tell me!” you squealed, not unilke a child, your eyes wide with anticipation.

Shoto grinned at your face, loving how excited you could get so quickly.

“Do you remember my oldest brother?” he asked

“Of course I remember Natsuo! He was always so kind to me as a child,” you reminenscenced, “but how is he going to help us?”

“Well, as it turns out, I spoke to our fathers and my older brother,” he said, a small grin on his face, “they agreed that my brother could rule both kingdoms in my place. By himself, and my sister will accompany him if he ever needs help.”

You sucked in a lung full of air, unable to believe what you had just heard-

“So that means-”

“We are free to do what we want now.”

You yelled in happiness, happy tears cascading on your face as you wrapped his body around yours, “thank yous” spilling out of your lips.

Shoto hugged you back, smiling sadly- he had to admit, it was hard negotiating that new deal. After the night, that remark of how you didnt feel “free” stayed in his brain, haunting him until he found a solution. Knowing it would make you happy made it worth it- even if that meant you could leave him now. He loved you, but if that meant you could be happy with or without him, he would be content with the knowledge that you were finally able to be your own person.

“You can now be yourself,” he said sadly, his eyes staring down at the floor, “and even if that means you do not love me, I accept it. You dont have to feel guilty.”

You looked at the poor boy, his eyes shaded as his bi-colored locks cascaded onto his foreheads. You felt a warmth fill your chest, the sensation soothing and calming as the tightness in your lungs dissappeared. The tickling in your throat seemed to wane slightly. Your hand found his as his eyes instantly rose to meet yours.

“I wont feel guilty,” you smiled gently, “I want to be free- with you.”

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