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raysrays · 1 year ago

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Crimson Guardian NSFW

Kyojuro Rengoku x Wife! Reader

18+ MDNI!🚫

CW: NSFW Content, minor angst, controlling/manipulating behavior, fluff-ish.

Y/N POV

Scenario : You've recently married into the respected Rengoku family, and while you continue your work as a demon slayer, life starts to get a bit messy. Balancing your duties becomes a real challenge as you navigate the challenges of married life. You find yourself having to make tough choices just to keep your husband happy, all while debating to stay true to yourself and your calling as a demon slayer.

Marriage. Truly one of the most beautiful milestones a couple can achieve. Marrying Kyojuro has undoubtedly been my greatest accomplishment.

I still remember it vividly, as if it were yesterday. Surrounded by friends, family, and core members, we pledged our lives to each other. Though it wasn't the most glamorous wedding ever seen, it was enough. Because really, all I've ever wanted was Kyojuro, and now, finally, I have him.

For the first few months, our marriage was nothing short of perfect. I moved into the Rengoku estate with Kyojuro's family, assisting Shenjuro with chores and gradually trying to get closer to Shinjuro. Though I'm not sure how successful I was.

It was only six months in that I realized being a demon slayer and a wife wasn't as easy as I thought.

Before our relationship, I was Kyojuro's Tsuguko. He was simply my mentor, and I trained hard under him to get myself where I am today. It was later down the road that we noticed each other's lingering gazes, the occasional flirting, and all the other subtle hints of wanting to be more.

Kyojuro was strong, and I knew he wanted a family, but I simply wasn't ready to give up training and my duties as a demon slayer just yet.

Every day, after helping out around the estate, I would hike over to HQ and pick up where I had left off the previous day, training until the late hours of the night. I would often come home exhausted, which usually caused Kyojuro to worry. As much as I reassured him, he never seemed fully convinced.

Now, here I was, sitting at the dinner table with Kyo across from me. It was a rare occasion for us to eat alone together like this. We made small talk about our day and training, and then he finally stopped eating and put his silverware down.

"Little Flame, I think it’s time we have a serious discussion about the way things have been as of late,” his usual happy smile seemed almost nervous.

I set my spoon down on my plate, giving him my full attention.

“Yes? What is it?”

“Sunflower, you have been working so hard as of late, and it’s quite admirable. I truly admire your dedication to the demon slayer corps and your training!”

“But…?” I ask, confused.

“But… since our marriage, I’ve found myself in constant worry over you. Every time you go on a mission without me, I have to painfully wait for your return. Not knowing whether or not you'd be injured or even-“

“Dead?” I finish.

I saw his body tense up at the word.

“Yes, my love. Dead. I cannot even bear the thought of you never returning to me. It pains me to my core,” he seemed so sad, so worried about me.

I know Kyojuro, I know he didn’t mean anything bad by what he was saying. However, I felt almost offended. He too was a slayer, a hashira. I also had to deal with the fear of him returning with serious injuries or even never returning at all.

Did he believe me to be incapable of protecting myself? He was the very one who trained me. Even though I knew Kyojuro was strong, much stronger than me, it just felt like he lacked faith in me.

“You don’t think I’m strong enough anymore? Do you think marriage has made me soft?” I realized I might have come off a little too harsh, but my emotions were getting the best of me.

His expression seemed surprised, but I could tell. While he may not have used those words, that was definitely the gist of it.

I watched him get up from his place at the table and walk over to me. He pulled my chair out from under the table, then grabbed my hands and kneeled down in front of me.

His big, bright eyes were now staring up at me.

“You are one of the strongest people I know, my love. I know how capable you are, but please remember…”

He brought my hands to his lips, kissing them softly.

“You are my wife before you are a demon slayer. I cannot risk sending you off only for you to never return.”

I could practically hear the desperation and love in his voice.

Kyojuro wasn’t someone who would usually discourage anyone from pursuing something they're passionate about. So if he was now, I knew that it’s something he’s been internally battling with for a while.

“What about you? Is it not the same? What about my worry? What if you never come home to me?” I could feel my face start to heat up. Everything he was saying seemed to come from genuine care, but it felt so hypocritical.

“I am a Hashira, my little flame. I have a certain responsibility you do not have to burden yourself with. I shall retire soon, in just a few years. So please…”

There’s no way he’d ask me-

“Please retire your sword, Y/N. Please stay home for me. Please allow my heart to rest easy knowing you'll be here waiting for me whenever I shall return,” his voice was pleading.

I felt so conflicted. I’d worked so hard. All of these years of training to hopefully become a high-ranking swordsman myself. However, at the same time, I never stopped to consider my romantic life and how being married would affect things.

We both sat there in silence for a few moments, and I finally rose up from the chair, pulling him up off his knees along with me.

I looked up at him, reaching my hand up to rest on his cheek.

“Kyojuro, you are the only one I would retire my sword for. So please promise me, promise me you will always come home to me. Until the day you yourself retire.”

“I promise you, Sunflower. As long as I know you are safe and waiting for me, there is no demon that could ever keep me away.”

I felt his hand on my lower back and the other holding up my chin.

We both leaned in, our lips meeting in a tender kiss.

This kiss started so gently, so lovingly at first. As we pulled away for just a moment, staring into each other’s eyes, we realized how long it had been since we really enjoyed each other’s company.

After that, the kiss only grew hotter and more passionate.

Kyojuro swept me off my feet and carried me straight to our shared room at the back of the estate, the most private spot. It seemed fitting for newlyweds, after all.

As he gently laid me back on the soft futon, I couldn't help but stay focused on him. Kyojuro was simply beautiful. His hair, his eyes, his body, everything about him looked like he was perfectly sculpted.

My admiration was interrupted as I felt him begin to kiss me again. One of his hands traveling to my breasts, gently squeezing it.

The other massaging my thigh.

I feel him pull away from me starting to kiss on my neck traveling all the way down to my chest.

Kyojuro had always known my weak points and how to make me say yes to his every request. He knew my body just as well as I did, and now he was taking full advantage of that knowledge.

I could feel him pressing against me as he moved his hand down my body, lightly touching me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer to me, wanting more.

Then I heard, Kyojuro's soft voice whisper these words, almost as a demand. "Enjoy this little flame, you've kept me waiting far too long.”

As soon as those words left his lips, I felt myself begin to relax. His movements were so gentle, so careful, so loving.

His fingers trailed down my sides, sending chills through my body. His hands went back up and caressed my neck, making me tremble. He kissed me once more, and I melted into him.

It was as if he had cast a spell over me, and all I could do was obey him. He was completely in control of me.

After a moment, I felt him move back down and remove my underwear, revealing my already wet entrance. His hand slid between my thighs, and I couldn't help but let out a moan as his finger slipped inside me. He was gentle at first, just barely grazing me, but it felt incredible.

"Is this okay?" he asked softly, his breath hot against my ear.

I nodded but I could tell that wasn’t enough for him.

“Use your words my love.” He demanded sweetly.

“Yes Kyo, it’s perfect.” I said, my voice trembling.

He leaned down and kissed my lips before pulling back again, smiling at me.

"I want to be inside of you," he whispered, his voice filled with desire.

"Please," I begged.

He removed his fingers, replacing them with his cock, his tip rubbing against my clit.

"Good girl," he whispered, thrusting into me.

I threw back my head, arching my back and digging my nails into his shoulders. His movements were slow and deep at first and then they became faster and harder, and soon my whole body began to shake. I couldn't stop the moans from escaping my lips, and I couldn't help but beg for more.

When he starts to speed up I know we are both about to reach our limit.

I feel his fingers interlock with mine and his lips pressing against mine again, but this time, he wasn’t just kissing me, he was also letting his teeth graze my bottom lip.

He was biting down hard enough to draw blood.

We were both so close and we were both trying to hold back but we couldn’t anymore. We were finally going to let ourselves release.

I was the first one to let myself go, arching my back as I moaned his name.

Then he followed not too far behind.

After he finishes, we just lay there for a bit catching our breath.

“I love you, Y/N,” he finally breathed out, turning his head to look at me.

I turned to face him as well. “I love you, Kyojuro.”

After that, the two of us drifted off in each other's arms for the rest of the night.

The next morning when I awoke, I was still trapped wrapped in Kyojuro's arms.

After a bit of struggling, I managed to maneuver my way out and make it to the kitchen.

There I saw Senjuro, who was already preparing breakfast for everyone.

“Good morning, Sen,” I greeted with a yawn.

“Oh, good morning, Y/N!”

“I'm almost finished with breakfast. Is my brother awake yet?”

“He should be awake soon. We both have to see Master Kagaya today,” I said, rubbing my eyes.

He stopped to turn and look at me.

“Did something bad happen?” he asked nervously.

Poor Senjuro always assumes the absolute worst in every situation. Well, I suppose in this case it’s somewhat understandable.

“No, Sen, nothing's wrong. Kyojuro and I are just going to inform Master Kagaya of my retirement. That’s all.”

He gave a puzzled look.

“Retirement? Why? Haven’t you been training for years to improve your sword skills to move up in the ranks?” he asked.

He was right. I know I shouldn’t go back on my word to Kyojuro, but I really was having second thoughts about my decision.

Senjuro could probably sense my doubt because his next response was:

"If this is something that you're not sure of, then you shouldn't do it. If you have doubts about this decision, then maybe you're not ready for retirement just yet."

His words really struck a chord with me.

Maybe he was right.

Before I could ponder that any further, Kyojuro had made his way into the kitchen.

"Good morning! How are my two favorite people doing?" he said cheerfully.

I smiled.

"Morning, Kyo. Did you sleep well?"

"I did, actually. Thank you, little flame," he walked over to me, giving me a kiss.

I could feel my chest tightening, nervous about what was to come.

The whole time at breakfast, I felt so spaced out. All I could hear was Kyojuro and Senjuro talking and the occasional grunt from Shinjuro drinking away at the table.

“Sunflower? Are you okay?”

I was snapped out of my daze by Kyojuro waving a hand in front of my face. All three of them were staring at me, kind of concerned.

“Oh, yeah, I’m fine. Sorry.”

I shook my head a little and looked down at my plate. I felt bad for Senjuro going through all that trouble to cook, but I simply couldn’t eat right now.

After we finished breakfast, Kyojuro and I headed out.

The thought that this would be the last time wearing my uniform with my sword by my side was so weird and almost uncomfortable to me.

I knew that this day would come eventually, but I always hoped in the back of my mind that Kyojuro would be the one to retire before me.

I had been so focused on training and my duties as a demon slayer that it had never even occurred to me how my marriage would affect everything.

I was now a wife. My first priority should be the estate, and helping Shinjuro while he was in his state of grief, and being there for Senjuro as well.

It wouldn’t be right of me to go against my husband's wishes either. Especially after the intimate moment we shared. Right?

As we made it to HQ waiting to speak with the master I felt my heartbeat racing inside of me.

The room was quiet, I could feel Kyojuro’s eyes lingering on me but I couldn’t bring myself to face him right now.

Both mine and Kyojuro’s attention was shifted as we heard the door open and Master Kagaya entered the room.

"Rengoku, Y/N. It's a pleasure to see you both," Kagaya said, his face as warm as ever.

"It's wonderful to see you too, Master," I replied.

"So what brings you two here? It seems urgent, judging by the fact that you came in so early."

"It is very urgent," Kyojuro began.

He then proceeded to explain our conversation from the night before, and how I was considering retiring.

"Y/N, this is a big decision, and it's important that you feel comfortable and confident in it. Do you think you can fully retire, knowing you won't be able to assist the demon slayers as you are now?" Kagaya asked.

I looked at the master and then glanced at Kyojuro. He seemed so proud and happy that we were here. I could feel the warmth radiating from him.

But, I could also sense the worry in his expression. He was nervous, scared almost.

I couldn't do that to him.

"Master, I've spent most of my life training for the opportunity to become a hashira. To serve the demon slayer corps and protect those who cannot protect themselves. But...I'm no longer just a demon slayer. I'm also a wife, and as such, I think it's only right that I focus on that," I answered.

The room fell silent for a moment.

"If you truly feel this is the right choice, then we support you, Y/N," Kagaya finally spoke.

"Thank you, Master," I bowed.

"Thank you so much, Master! I will never

forget your kindness!" Kyojuro bowed as well.

The two of us left the room and started to head out.

As we exited, we ran into a few of the other Hashira, who asked us about what we had gone to see Master Kagaya about.

They too seemed surprised and a little concerned when Kyojuro explained to them that I would be retiring so soon.

I could tell some of their reactions to the news annoyed Kyojuro. Shinobu used the word “controlling,” and you could see his smile almost falter.

"Controlling" was never a word I would have used to describe my husband. He just loves me, right? He wants to protect me. There's no way my sweet and kind Kyo would ever do anything to control or manipulate me.

Right?

Part Two

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princessbellecerise · 2 years ago

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With A Modern!Reader

──── ✧*･ﾟ*✭˚･ﾟ✧ ────

summary | How the House of the Dragon characters would react to a reader from our world

warnings | None

this is a work of fiction. i do not own these characters

divider by @princessbellecerise

Jacaerys Velaryon

Jace is surprisingly cautious. It’s not as if he’s afraid of you, you’re just so…different that it takes a while for him to even approach you

When he does, you may think he’s being hostile but really he’s just curious

He keeps his distance at first, but out of everyone he’s the first to warm up to you

He likes hearing about your world, taking walks with you and listening intensely

He thinks it’s fascinating, but more than anything Jace would be the one not afraid to truly introduce you to his world, taking you on tours, showing you around and even letting you pet his dragon while he watches you with a smile

It’s clear that the main difference between your worlds is the magic aspect, so while he’s fascinated with all your technology, you’re fascinated by his dragons and the fact that actual witches exist

Both concepts are very hard for the other to grasp, so you and Jace spend your time discussing and having fulfilling conversations, telling the other facts and details about where you’re from and enjoying every minute of it

Daemon Targaryen

Daemon is amused

He is the first to believe you when you say you’re not from his universe because my gods, it’s obvious from your clothes to your speech you obviously weren’t raised in this world

And man, he gets a kick out of watching you struggle with the social norms, often laughing and whisking you away when your mouth gets you in trouble more than once

He scoldes you and tells you that things are different where he lives, that the social customs require you to remain proper and not curse out every Lord that has something problematic to say

He’d teach you how to ‘behave’ while simultaneously encouraging you to be yourself for his own sake, because Daemon loves watching you start arguments and debates, trying to catch his people up with the modern terms you’re used to

Of course, it never works but he looks forward to it nevertheless because it makes the otherwise insufferable events that much more bearable

Lucerys Velaryon

Luke is very cautious at first. Even more so than his brother, because while you talk like you’re from more advanced times, Luke is still convinced that you’ll view and treat him the same as everyone else in his world does

It’s only when you happen to bring up the fact that you and your siblings have different dads is he really interested in what you have to say

And when you tell him that the rumors you’ve heard about him don’t matter, that nobody really cares about blood that much where you come from, will he really start to warm up to you

You’ll see a whole other side to Lucerys that no one has really seen before; he’ll open up to you and tell you all about his worries of possibly being a bastard

Likewise, you’d tell him that you relate to feeling out of place seeing as you’re not even from the world. You’re used to people gossiping about you as well and when it all becomes too much, you and Lucerys have a way of seeking comfort in one another. This caused you both to form a strong bond over your shared feelings

Aemond Targaryen

Aemond is confused

He’s perplexed, and at first he doesn’t like you because he’s never met someone that’s challenged him so much

From your clothes to your speech to your strange gadgets, everything about you is just so…weird. He doesn’t understand where you came from and why, but out of everyone he’d be the most willing to get you home

During this time, you both would more than likely bond in a sort of frenemie way

Aemond with his constant teasing of your lack of knowledge on how things worked in his world, and you because of his so called out-dated attitude

He’d be shocked when you completely disregard his status and talk to him like he’s just a regular person. You don’t see him as Prince Aemond, just the Aemond that’s slightly stuck-up; which you also never fail to remind him.

You’re just so casual with how you interact and joke with him. And over time, Aemond finds himself more and more attached to you. Because by gods, all he’s ever wanted was for someone to appreciate him for him, and not because of his title or standings in the world

And you being you, you don’t really care about any of that and he can’t begin to explain how grateful he is that the universe decided to send you to him, even growing to be sad and a little more hesitant when it’s time to send you home

Aegon Targaryen

Aegon is fascinated

Less so by you and more so of the world that you left behind. And even more so of the trinkets that somehow came over with you

In all his life, Aegon had never met someone that had things that he didn’t. After all—he was a prince and that meant he usually had the best of the best

But you? You have things he’d never even dreamed of having. Like glasses that block out the light (perfect for his hangovers) and medicine to also help with the aftermaths of his drinking

He’s so fascinated when the guards empty your bag, never once hesitating to pick up your strange stuff and demand to know what it does

Of course, you have to tell him to chill out a little bit and that his title doesn’t really matter to you because you’re not from his world

And Aegon is perplexed, and honestly slightly jealous that he can’t control you, nor can he compete with all the technology that you have

Rhaenyra Targaryen

Out of everyone, she is the most understanding of your situation

When you first arrive, Rhaenyra takes you under her wing and never once makes you feel like an outsider. She’s a little bit hesitant, sure, but it’s really not all that hard to believe you

She’ll listen to you and when you need help, she’s always there to offer her aid

With her around, it’s super easy to understand the world that you’ve landed into. After all, Rhaenyra is happy to show you the ropes herself and fill you in on all the ways you have to act in order to survive in her world

You quickly become grateful for her presence because it helps to soothe all of the rumors and questions people may ask about you. After all, she’s no stranger to them herself

And with one look from the princess/future Queen, people are bowing their heads and running off, leaving their intrusive words abandoned

#hotd #hotd x reader #hotd headcanon #house of the dragon #jacaerys valaryon x reader #daemon targeryen x reader #lucerys velaryon x reader #aemond targaryen x reader #aegon targaryen x reader #rhaenyra targaryen x reader #jacaerys velaryon x reader

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midnightjewel · 3 months ago

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☆ 𝐂𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐂𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐡 ☆

𝚂𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚘𝚞 𝚡 𝙵𝚎𝚖! 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝟷𝟶𝟶 𝙵𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚂𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕!!

☆彡 𝙽𝚘𝚠 𝙿𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐬 - 𝐒𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐏𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝙰𝙳𝙷𝙳, 𝙼𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝙼𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗/𝙼𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚂𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝙴𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚜, 𝚂𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝙷𝚊𝚝𝚎, 𝙺𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐/𝙼𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙾𝚞𝚝, 𝙼𝚒𝚗𝚘𝚛 𝙱𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚢 𝙱𝚊𝚔𝚞𝚐𝚘 (𝚘𝚏𝚌)

𝙰/𝙽: 𝙰𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚏𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝙸 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚍 𝙸'𝚖 𝚢𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘 𝙸 𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚒𝚣𝚎 𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚠𝚔𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐. 𝙰𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 ♡︎ 𝚙𝚕𝚘𝚝 ♡ ︎𝚜𝚘 𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎!

You had always cared about grades, even when you claimed that you didn’t, you were lying. You lied to everyone about it because truthfully, you weren’t the best student.

Don’t get me wrong, you weren’t nearly as awful as your good friend, Kaminari, but you were pretty close.

It wasn’t your fault, it’s not like you just spent your evenings messing around. You actually did make an effort to study quite often, you tried to do your homework but you had always been bad about keeping up with it.

During your first year at UA high school, you’d been in detention at least 3 times along with a few others for not completing your homework or assignments.

Aizawa being the good man that he is, tried to vouch for you (Kaminari not so much) because he knew your effort was there, it just wasn’t reflecting that in your work, the gruff man unfortunately had to follow the school policy.

He liked you as his student, he really did. Even more so when you started becoming closer to Hitoshi. As the kid’s mentor, he was relieved to see you befriend him.

You were quite outgoing, having matching personalities with Kaminari, and matching neurodivergence’s as well. The both of you had crippling ADHD. I say crippling because it really effected your life to the maximum.

No matter how hard you tried and pushed yourself you just couldn’t bring yourself to focus. Your first year at UA was a nightmare. Grades slipping, staring off into space while a lesson was happening, constantly forgetting your belongings either in your dorm or in the classroom, etc.

Aizawa wanted nothing more than to help you. Despite his cold and unforgiving demeanor, he may or may not have developed a soft spot for you and a few others. He saw your great potential, so he made you a meeting with recovery girl and your parents as well as Principal Nezu and a few of your teachers.

Now in the middle of all of this, it was the beginning of your second year. Hitoshi had now joined class 2-A and you couldn’t be happier. You two had been good friends since the sports festival after you absolutely lost your mind, cackling and pointing at an angry Katsuki when Shinsou said he “Sounded like an ass”

From that day forward the two of you were practically inseparable, despite him being the biggest introvert in the world. You took him under your wing, not literally because he now stood at a whopping 6’2, having hit a growth spurt over the summer. His voice became raspier and deeper of that was even possible and there was just something about him that glowed.

It didn’t take long before your year long friendship became a summer romance. It was everything you’d ever dreamed of. You truly believed in the saying “opposites attract” you and Hitoshi were living proof of that.

Hitoshi knew you struggled, discussing it with his mentor, Aizawa, sometimes when they trained together. The insomniac was driving himself insane this school year. While being new to the hero course, he also had to keep you accountable for almost anything and everything.

He was stressed beyond measure trying to make sure that you remembered your homework, cleaning your messy room, reminding you to do little things, and keeping you focused. He loves you, he truly does! But he wished for it to be easier on the both of you.

Currently, you sat in a meeting room with your parents, recovery girl, principal Nezu and a few of your teachers, as mentioned previously. You were just beyond embarrassed despite everyone thinking that they were helping you.

“So what needs to be done?” Your mother inquired as your father nodded in agreement. What had been discussed was the blatant adhd that you had and how it was effecting your ability to perform well academically.

“Well” Recovery Girl begins “Is she on any medication for this?” The older woman asks and your parents glance at each other. They had always avoided putting you on medications like this, believing that it wouldn’t be good for you.

In all honesty, they had never had a sit down meeting to discuss your situation before, therefore not realizing how bad it was. The reasoning for that being that this was the first time in your life that you had a healthy environment to learn in and teachers who actually cared about you and your future.

“No, we don’t think that would be good for her” your father states, patting you on the shoulder causing you to snap out of your daydreaming and look up at the adults around you.

“Hm?” You turn to your father and Aizawa sighs deeply. He truly believed you would thrive and be one of his best students academically if you just had the necessary medicine to help you.

“Look I think it would be beneficial for her academically, one of our other students is in the same boat as her” your teacher begins “and when he actually remembers to take his medication he is one of my best students”

“I just don’t know” your mother bites the nail of her thumb while glancing at you “She lives in the dorms, we wouldn’t be able to look after her all the time”

“I can assure you, we have excellent staff here on campus that will make sure your daughter is well taken care of” Principal Nezu tells your parents to reassure them.

“What are we talking about?” You turn to your mother and your parents looks at each other knowingly. It wasn’t what they wanted for you but it seemed to be the most beneficial option.

“We’ll go through with the meds” your mother nods reluctantly at recovery girl who nods with a warm smile and writes down the ‘okay’ on the slip of paper to get the meds ordered.

“Meds?” You question your parents and they look at you once more. Your dad sighs before answering “Your teachers think that putting you on medication for your adhd will help you”

“Wait you’re actually gonna let me get meds?” You grin silently thanking your teachers. You’d tried to convince your parents since your last year in middle school that you would do a lot better if you were meditating for your condition, as adhd had caused your life to be chaotic in a way that became overwhelming at times with your thoughts facing a million miles a minute or just simply blanking on important things.

“Well we’re still skeptical but we’re willing to try it for now” they explain and you grin from ear to ear. This was the start of a new beginning for you. You hoped and prayed that this would be the solution to majority of the problems you’d been facing.

After the meeting, you met up with Hitoshi back in the dorms. The two of you sat in the teenage boy’s bedroom and just snuggled in silence. Something the two of you didn’t do very often. Of course, the two of you made time to snuggle up in bed almost daily since moving to the dorms. Not having parents looming over your shoulders, making sure you weren’t under the same blanket, or assuring that the door was kept open was nice.

Having parents who were quite strict was not very fun when it came to having a boyfriend. You thanked your lucky stars that you lived in dorms now and your boyfriend was in the same class as you. It meant that every so often you two would partake in some making out, not too much as you both expressed not being ready for sex but a little kissing and some groping never hurt.

As you had your head on his firm chest it felt weird to be silent so of course you had to break it. You let out a heavy sigh causing your purple haired lover to open one eye and glance down at you. “Everything okay?” He inquires.

“Yeah sorry, just felt weird to be quiet” you giggle and kick your feet against his shins making him smile and roll his eyes. God, he loved you so much it was almost physically painful when he thought about it. “I figured” he chuckles softly and gently runs his fingertips over the exposed skin of your shoulder.

He had never met someone who was so unapologetically themself. Most people being fake and putting on personas all day to impress others. But nope! Not you! You were so shameless and he adored it.

“I’m getting medicine” you start to speak once more while looking up at him through your eyelashes. He furrows his eyebrows in confusion, about to ask what you meant but you continued to speak “The teachers think it will help me be a better student” you say “Cause ya know… I’ve got cool guy syndrome” you giggle, referencing a vine.

“Hm?” He looks at you confused and you burst out laughing “It’s a vine Toshi! Got diagnosed with cool guy syndrome, so now I take adderall!” You continue your fit of laughter.

“You’re absolutely ridiculous” he slightly smiles and pulls you closer to him as your giggles die down. He sighs gently, feeling relaxed before his eyes shot open in realization at what you had told him “Wait a second…” he catches your attention once more and you hum for him to continue.

“They’re trying to medicate you?!” He sounds surprised if anything “For what?” He continues as you trace shapes onto the old t-shirt he wore.

“For my cool guy syndrome” you stare at him blankly wondering if he was even listening to you the first time you said something “My adhd” you tell him “Don’t act like you don’t know I’ve got it!” giggles erupt from you once again.

“Oh trust me” he raises his eyebrows while closing his eyes and nodding his head that rested on one of his many pillows “I know” he pokes fun at you, earning a playful swat to the chest in return.

“Not nice!” You exclaimed, pretending to be offended by his words “I’m so nice” he continues to lay with his eyes closed “Now kiss me” he gently caresses the back of your head

You giggle in response as the two of you begin to passionately make out. This was perfect, you wouldn’t trade it for anything. The warm glow of the sunset through the cracks his blackout curtains illuminating your skin as you climbed to straddle his lap

The kisses were fiery as the two of you swapped saliva, it building up onto your bottom lip and at the corner of your mouth. You didn’t care. The only thing that mattered right now was Hitoshi. As you continued to explore his mouth and lips with your own, the insomniac felt tingling sensations all over his body. He slightly opened one eye, staring up at his dorm room ceiling which held place for a “Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge” tapestry that was illuminated by his bedside lamp. It reminded him of you two.

His eyes rolled back and he closed them as he felt your top teeth gently graze his bottom lip. “mmm~” he hummed in satisfaction causing you feel butterflies in your stomach. It was all too good, the overwhelming feeling of passion and love. And then it happened— the word vomit.

“Mph-“ Hitoshi made a noise as you broke the kiss “Hey, why’d you st-“

“I love you!” You blurt out as you brace yourself on his chest with the palms of your hands. You felt as if a weight had been lifted off of your shoulders. But a new one pulled you back to reality as you saw the baffled look on your lovers face—eyebrows furrowed, mouth slightly agape.

The two of you hadn’t said it yet. Hitoshi was very particular about who he used that phrase with. Less than a handful of people heard it from him close family, and even then, it was rare. He wasn’t the type of person to throw the term around loosely. It meant something to him.

You, of course, being the opposite— told people you loved them any chance you got! Always wanting to remind your friends and family of how much they meant to you. So if you throw the term around so carelessly, why hadn’t you said it to Hitoshi until now?

The truth of the matter was, you’d been insecure to say it to him when you’d caught onto his habits of saying ‘I love you’ afraid of him not reciprocating the feelings just yet.

It’s not that he didn’t want to say it to you, he just had never said it to a romantic partner. You weren’t his first girlfriend— he had been a victim of one of those week long middle school relationships where the couple made absolutely no sense together.

Maybe the same thing could be said about the two of you to those who don’t know you guys or your relationship well enough. He’s closed off, reserved, cold, and melancholic. You’re outgoing, loud, comical, and so unapologetically yourself.

When Hitoshi came to his senses, you were babbling apologies with upturned eyebrows that creased the skin in between them and you looked as if you could cry.

“I shouldn’t have said it so suddenly! I’m so fucking stupi-“

“Don’t you dare finish that statement” He warned, gently scolding— and you looked like a deer in the headlights. This reaction was typical when you said something degrading about yourself, he hated it when you did.

“I love you too” he spoke in his typical raspy voice and your expression lit up as you smiled from ear to ear.

“You really mean that?” You grinned like an idiot. He chucked in response to your facial expression

“Definitely” he firmly states and you grab the collar of the old t shirt he wore, yanking him up to meet your lips— wrapping your arms around the back of his neck in the process while his hands found their way to your ass, groping it.

The two of you proceeded to french kiss, your hands becoming tangled in the wild lavender locks, kissing until you felt dizzy from lack of oxygen. You pulled away, the both of you panting as you caught your breath. By this time, the sun had set leaving the room darkened the only source of light being the dimly lit lamp on his bedside table, the warm glow making him look absolutely irresistible as he panted and looked at you, tired eyes full of lust and love.

“I want things to be like this forever Toshi” you breathe out and he looks up at you from where you were slightly taller than him for this particular moment.

“Me too”

By the next afternoon your medication was ready in recovery girls office. Aizawa had received the phone call with 5 minutes left to spare in the school day.

The classroom of 2-A bustling with chatter as students discussed weekend plans among their friend groups. It was Friday afternoon and the students were excited beyond measure for the weekend.

You sat on top of Hitoshi’s desk while he still sat in the seat of it. He admired the way your skirt rode up your plump thighs ever so slightly leaving the rest to his own imagination. He wasn’t particularly perverted towards you, but he’s a teenage boy with a hot ass girlfriend! Cut him some slack!

Hitoshi’s desk resided right in between yours and Denki’s so the whole squad was gathered around as you all chatted “I’m so excited for this weekend!” You exclaimed “Arcade and group dinner on Saturday and then Ice cream on Sunday afternoon!”

“I know!” Denki exclaims “It’s gonna be so lit!” The electric teen continues earning a scoff from Bakugo who was trying to act nonchalant, having been dragged over here by Kirishima “Nobody says lit anymore stupid!” He spat, mocking Denki’s tone when saying the word lit.

“Just because you have the mentality of an 80 year old grandpa doesn’t mean we do!” Mina retorted in Denki’s defense which caused the group to erupt in laughter minus Bakugo who scowled deeply and Hitoshi who cracked a small smile

“Oop- you got Shinsou to smile!” Denki pointed out earning an eye roll from your boyfriend while the classroom phone began to ring, Aizawa asking the class to settle down while he picked it up “You wish” was his simple comeback making you giggle as you opened your mouth to say something you were interrupted

“(Name), go to recovery girls office” he caught your attention while writing a hall pass at his desk. “Oh okay” you simply respond disregarding that the bell was set to ring in less than 5 minutes and leaving your backpack behind as well as all of your school supplies on your desk.

Pencils, highlighters, a binder and a few papers that roughly stick out of the unorganized binder. The state of your backpack and school supplies further representing the opposites attract aspects of you and Hitoshi’s relationship. His things were all neat and clean while you just left a trail of chaos wherever you went.

“Thanks teach” you grin as you take the slip from Aizawa and walk out the door as he shook his head at your playful nature, a smile threatening to form, you really were one of his favorites.

Just as you stride into recovery girls office the bell rings “oh damn I won’t be able to walk with my friends” you sigh quietly, thinking they wouldn’t wait up.

Just then recovery girl walks out of her office “Is that you, (Name)?”

“Yup the one and only” you grin immediately retracting your statement “Well… I’m sure I’m not the only person named (Name), but I think I’m the only one at this school…” you begin to rant, becoming sidetracked “Wait maybe not..” you ponder some more only adding fuel to the fire in recovery girls eyes of why you needed these meds.

“Okay dear, you’re going to start these tomorrow morning, I’ve attached a note to the bag” she gestured to the brown paper bag with your name on it. “You’re starting tomorrow so that we can keep ordering them and get them for exactly when you run out. It will be a cycle” she explains and you just nod, mind wandering to what your friends were doing right now.

“Mhm okay got it!” You tell her before thanking her for her help and turning to leave campus for the weekend.

Back in the classroom, just as your friends watched you leave with questioning looks Bakugo broke the silence “Well where the hell is she going?!”

“Woah careful now, people might think you care” Kirishima laughs elbowing the angry blonde which causes him to retaliate in his usual nature “Shut the hell up! Nobody cares about that spazzy bitch!”

As the squad was taken aback by what he had said about you, their dear friend. Mina opened her mouth to defend you. However, someone else did it for her “I care about her” he firmly stated “Why don’t you stop being such an ass, and while you’re at it, don’t you dare call her anything like that again” his tone was cold.

“Damnnnn” Kirishima and Sero said in unison while grinning like idiots at Bakugo’s pissed off expression. “Shut the fuck up you emo bitch! Like actually!” Bakugo shouted earning a warning from his teacher.

“Watch the language!” The man scolded in his usual melancholic manner. Bakugo scoffed and rolled his eyes, not having the energy to deal with another phone call home. The last thing he wanted was to deal with his mom being pissed off at him, like more than usual.

The bell rang, as students rushed to get back to the dorms, Hitoshi sat for just a second longer and sighed deeply. Before grabbing his black school bag that sat beside him on the floor and getting up to leave, swinging one strap onto his shoulder.

Your boyfriend just so happened to glance over at your desk and thank goodness he did. The scattered school supplies all over your desk from the assignment in which the class had been instructed to do for the last hour of the day.

Everyone had finished it pretty quickly, walking to turn it in to the basket as you began to sweat when you looked down and realized you were still on the third question out of the seven you were supposed to answer.

As the class had begun to bustle with chatter when they finished their work, you looked as if you could rip your own hair out! You had been growing more and more frustrated by the minute. Hitoshi noticed the look on your face.

“Calm down, I’ll help you” your boyfriend turned to you from his seat, having been one of the first few people to finish and always willing to help you, just you.

As he gently explained the questions to you, it became obvious that you were the last one in the class who was working. Even Kaminari had finished with a little bit of forced help from Jirou. But that was only for the last question, as he was confused about the wording, only needing it to be read to him using slightly different words.

“I’m so fucking dumb” you spoke lowly and harshly as you used one hand to grip at the sleeve of your school uniform top, evidently showing your frustration, something that happened often when he was helping you study. “I hate myself and-“ you sounded as if you could cry. Only Hitoshi heard, he furrows his thick—slightly unkept—lavender brows in response, interrupting you before you could say anything else to bring yourself down. “I don’t date dumb people” he starts

“I thought we agreed that you wouldn’t be so hard on yourself” he crosses his arms over his chest before continuing “Take a deep breath. I’m here to help, you know I always am.”

And with that statement, you looked over at him like he was absolutely everything and more. He really was in your eyes! “Thanks” you slightly smile before picking your pencil back up, ready to accept your boyfriend’s help.

Hitoshi smirked at the memory, the events that had taken place less than an hour ago. He never truly valued himself until he met you. When he realized what was going on with you and how much support you truly needed he found it easier to value himself. He spent quite a bit of time reminding you to love yourself that he felt it would’ve been hypocritical of him to not at the very least value himself.

He began to gather your things and place them in your filthy backpack that was littered with wrappers, crumpled assignments, broken pencils, etc. He sighed heavily making a mental note to help you clean this out over the weekend. He just couldn’t stand the disorganization, he couldn’t imagine how you functioned like this!

Shinsou hadn’t even realized he was the only student left in the classroom. “She left her stuff again?” His mentors gruff voice echoed through the empty room as he typed away on his computer while drinking a cup of coffee to keep himself at least functioning.

The teen sighs heavily “Yeah, it’s not her fault though” he shows understanding, compassion if you will. It’s something that Aizawa never used to see from his mentee. He couldn’t help the slight smile that burned at his facial features, threatening to become more than small. It was hard not to.

Since last year when he began preparing Shinsou for the hero course in secret, he noticed the boys cold demeanor. Never showing much emotion. That was until you came along, it was like a switch flipped. Call Aizawa crazy but he thinks that all Hitoshi needed was a friend. A true friend, someone to keep him company. You were just that for him at the time.

During the blossoming of your friendship with the insomniac, the mentor noticed a shift in mood from the boy. He seemed to appear more confident and relaxed. Now, since school had let out for the summer, Aizawa didn’t do much training with his mentee, already assuring that he was in the hero course. They only met up once a week for minor training of the scarf work.

During this period of time he caught Hitoshi on more occasions than one smiling at his phone before and after sessions. Aizawa wasn’t one to be nosey but he cared about Shinsou, having grown exceptionally close to the boy. He wonders who or what was making him smile so often.

Then he realized. You were waiting outside for your now boyfriend when he finished his workout. And the two of you proceeded to walk down the street to the boba shop off campus hand in hand. Despite the straight faced look he had in that moment, it warmed him to know that two of his favorite students were happy together. As a teacher, there was no better feeling than seeing your students happy. (Guys this is where I realized I’m yapping and I have no idea where the rest of this story is going lmfao bare with me)

As you walk out of recovery girls office, playing some dumb TikTok video on your phone you completely disregarded anything being in your way as everyone had already left the building for the weekend.

However, you were incorrect. As you double tapped to like a video you ran smack dab into someone’s back “oof-!” The person said

“Oh sorry! I-“ you look up after coming to and recognizing that wild lavender hair anywhere! “Pfft! Hitoshi why’d you make that sound!” You begin to crack yourself up replaying the noise over and over in your mind.

“Yeah yeah, so funny” he playfully rolls his eyes as you begin to walk off ahead of him “Come on Toshi, let’s go back!” You excitedly say

“Ahem!” He clears his throat and you turn to look over your shoulder “Hm?” You hum in confusion

“Forgetting something?” He raises an eyebrow

“No!” You respond quickly “Not this?” He holds up your school bag and you slap your forehead with the palm of your hand “Oh my gosh what would I do without you Toshi?!”

“I don’t even want to begin to think about you not being with me” he intertwines your fingers to hold hands as the two of you walk back to the dorm building

Fast forward to the next morning. You walked into the common room kitchen and dining area, completely groggy and unaware of your surroundings, still waking up. You could have stayed in bed longer but the pangs of hunger in your stomach cared to disagree. So you decided that you would quickly come down and have some breakfast and if you were still tired after that, you would most likely be going back to bed.

The clock on the coffee machine —that Bakugo insisted the class had to have— read 9:03 am. You yawned as you reached for a bowl. Hitoshi had bought you some Açaí mix earlier this week and you were stoked to have it!

As you put the desired amount of mix and toppings in your bowl you happily stride over to the one of the empty tables. You were the only one down here at this time. Students either sleeping in or already out training. You were the type to train in the late afternoon or night. Not ever feeling up to the idea of working out first thing in the morning.

As you sat at the table alone you drummed your fingertips against the wood with your free hand while the other focused on eating. The bowl was absolutely delicious, you made a mental note to remember what you put in here for tomorrow morning.

You sighed as the silence of the room felt awkward. You could hear the air conditioning system going in and out and there was a slight ringing sound to the air. Just as you began to pay attention to your surroundings the elevator door dinged signaling the arrival of another classmate. You turned with a smile, happy to have someone to talk to! And by luck, it was the one person you always wanted to see.

“Good morning Toshi” you wave at your boyfriend and he gives a halfhearted, tired wave back. You can guarantee he didn’t get much sleep last night so he’s probably exhausted this morning like usual. You knew of his insomnia and early on in your friendship, you often tried to power through the night and stay with him but you always seemed to fail, waking up the next morning to your alarms pretty much well rested while your friend looked like he hadn’t slept in days.

You took his insomnia seriously before, but even more so now that the two of you were dating. “Did you sleep last night?” You curiously ask, turning around in your chair as your boyfriend grabbed an apple from the fruit basket on the counter and started brewing coffee.

“I think you know the answer to that” he starts chucking and you nod in understanding “Sorry I fell asleep so quickly last night” you tell him “ I know I should stay up with you I was just exhausted” you try to explain but he shuts it down quickly

“No need to worry about me” he tells you “if it makes you feel any better I got 45 minutes of sleep” he reassures you

“That’s not enough but I’ll take it!” You grin and he looks over at you with a smirk before grabbing his ‘eraser head’ mug from the cabinet to pour the warm coffee into the ceramic mug. He opted to put just a bit of vanilla creamer into the drink to sweeten it up just a bit.

The two of you chatted for a bit as the common area started to house more students as they came down for breakfast or came back from training sessions. “Well I should probably clean up” you look down at your plastic bowl with the stains of açaí.

“Don’t forget your medicine” he rubs his thumb over the back of your hand and your expression lights up “Oh yeah! I totally forgot!” You smile as you pick the bowl up and head to the sink with it. You rinse the dish before putting it into the dishwasher and then proceeding to grab the brown bag with your name out of the medicine cabinet.

You ripped the paper open and took out the orange bottle of medication with your name on the label. After preparing yourself a glass of water you downed the pill with ease, dumping out the remaining water and putting the cup in the dishwasher when you were done.

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After an eventful afternoon at the arcade with your friends and boyfriend. The group all settled into a circular booth at a chill restaurant that you all often liked to frequent. The menu had a variety of comfort foods that everyone could enjoy and the atmosphere was a fun vibe.

“I might go for the pizza this time” Denki makes conversation as the group looked over their menus “Yeah right dude” Sero gently punched his friend in the arm “You say that every time and you always get the ramen!” he laughs making the others laugh as well. (A/N: Guys I suck at dialogue scenes forgive me lmfao)

As you continue to laugh at the squad’s antics— like you had been doing all afternoon— you notice a slight pang of nausea that fulfills your senses. You stop your breathless laughter and opt for a smaller giggle and smile in the moment. This doesn’t go unnoticed by your boyfriend or your friends, however, they don’t think too much of it as you can’t just sit and laugh forever.

You swallow thickly as the fatigue begins to wash over your muscles. It isn’t unbearable but it wasn’t something you usually felt until you were in bed and ready to fall asleep.

As the drinks are sat in front of you, you soon begin to regret choosing a fizzy sugary drink. You look over at your boyfriend— who opted for a cold glass of water— and eyed him as he took a sip. (A/N: If that made you thirsty DRINK SOME FREAKING WATER!!)

“Can I have some?” You lowly ask him and he glances at you with his lavender eyes through thick, furrowed brows of confusion. “Sure..?” He continues the look of confusion as he slides the glass a few inches over to you. You take a small sip, feeling a bit relieved as the ice cold water enters your system. The fatigue, however, still present in your system as well as the noticeable nausea.

“Have the rest” he tells you as the group continues to chat amongst themselves “I’ll order another one” and you nod as you rest your cheek on the palm of your hand and try to just listen to the conversation at hand.

As it came time to order food you couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed by the menu. Nothing looking appeasing anymore. It was strange, this was one of your favorite places to eat and you’ve tried all of your favorite food items that were offered here at least once.

As the group but their order in on the kiosk that sat on the table it finally got around to you and Hitoshi to put your food on your part of the bill. Your lavender haired boyfriend opted for some soup dumplings and a small order of ramen.

“Pick whatever you want” he gently smiles at you as your eyes glance at him. As you scan your eyes over the screen and all of the photo options that were offered you had ultimately decided you weren’t hungry. Not wanting to voice that to everyone— knowing they would make a big deal of it and repeatedly ask you what was wrong— you just closed you and Hitoshi’s ticket and passed the kiosk to Denki, who happily accepted it. “Thank you, sparks” he grins

“Yeah, take it easy” Hitoshi glares at him and the nickname he gave you, earning a laugh from the electric teen before turning his attention to you.

“You didn’t get anything” he tells you what you already know and you just shrug in response to him, not having much to say as you lean your back onto the booth, slouching, you knew Bakugo would be on your ass for it as soon as he got back from the bathroom.

“ ‘m not very hungry” you hum earning a concerned look from your boyfriend. “You feeling okay?” He presses the back of his (A/N: very attractive) hand to your forehead, and then your cheek, plumping it to crease your eye slightly up as he presses to the skin. “You’re not warm at all” he mumbles to you. “What’s g-“ he was interrupted

“Okay! Everybody ordered?” Mina asked as she was about to print the ticket to take it to the counter with Sero. Everyone nods and tells her they have. You saw Shinsou open his mouth to begin to tell her that you had not but the way you slouched, the way you looked as if you wanted to to be left alone, he knew that you didn’t need to be forced to eat anything— no matter how much he hated the idea of you being hungry— he knew that if you came around you could always order something to go or pick at his food.

By the time the food was all prepared and brought to the table, the squad had undoubtedly noticed that you had nothing in front of you. Bakugo, surprisingly, was the first to call it out.

“Where’s your fuckin’ food?!” He glared at you, he had a pretty poor way of showing it, but this was how he showed that he cared. You didn’t say anything, not noticing he even said anything to you. His words caught the attention of the table.

“Where’s your food?” Sero questioned

“Did you order something?” Kirishima inquired

“Are you hungry?” Denki stared at you with eyes as big as saucers, usually the two of you absolutely obliterated the food from here, often pacting together last year to order a bunch of different entrees and appetizers and split the bill.

“Maybe they missed it! I’ll go check-“ Mina began to get up before Hitoshi spoke up “She’s not hungry she said” he gave her a look that said ‘I don’t know what’s going on’ while slightly shrugging his shoulders. She understood and sat back down before looking over at you with furrowed —perfectly plucked— eyebrows

You sat in the corner of the booth, knees to your chest and you leaned your head, sideways, onto the back platform that connected the booth to the wall with your eyes closed. The only way they knew you weren’t sleeping was by the knit in your eyebrows. You looked like you were in pain.

“You okay?” Kirishima asked and you lifted your head up and nodded a reluctant ‘yes’ before verbally answering him “Yeah, my stomach hurts” you sigh as you look at the squad eating their variety of foods that they ordered. All kinds ranging from Chicken Tenders, Salads, Pizza Slices, Ramen, Dumplings, Etc.

Were you hungry or not feeling well? Or did your stomach hurt because you were hungry? You didn’t even know what to think. Why did you even feel this way?! You almost never felt like this!

“Then you should eat something, stupid” Bakugo retorts after swallowing a mouthful of ramen. You shook your head with a sigh and leaned it onto your boyfriends sturdy shoulder. He turned his head in surprise at the sudden contact. His expression softened when he saw your face, the tired look on your features, a look that wasn’t normally there.

You just shake your head ‘no’ leaving Bakugo to scoff and return to his food, scowling at your sudden stubbornness. Typically when he told you to do something you said something along the lines of “Aye-eye captain” or “You got it boss man” while wither saluting him or clicking your tongue with finger guns. He thought it pissed him off, but now he was even more upset at the fact that —one— you were being stubborn. And —two— you just told him no.

By the end of dinner you were ready to either puke, collapse in bed, or both. You used Hitoshi for support walking out of the restaurant as you yawned. As soon as the group was in the parking lot your boyfriend, being the impressively strong gentleman that he is, picked you up and opted to carry you to his car, sying his goodbyes to your friend group for you despite the fact that you were all headed back to the same place.

Well, minus Denki and Sero. The two fools were going gas station hopping. Normally you’d beg Hitoshi to tag along as the three of you set out on a side quest, not afraid of curfew. You’d drag Hitoshi into Sero’s car, drive to all kinds of late night convenience stores and gas stations and drink endless slushes and eat god awful amounts of junk food (I should make a separate fic of that)

And when it was all over, Denki and Sero would go try to catch fish off of a bridge that sheltered a small stream below with a small kids fishing pole that they found on the side of the road one night. All while you and Hitoshi made out in the back seat of Sero’s ‘67 Camaro.

Gosh, you wanted nothing more than to partake in those nightly adventures now. But the nausea that sat in the pit of your stomach screamed at you to just get in the passenger seat of Hitoshi’s car and just curl up and die.

I mean, not to be dramatic or anything but you felt like you could die. Okay so you were definitely being only slightly dramatic. It’s just some fatigue and nausea. Wait, you’re afraid of throwing up… okay now the panic can set in.

As your boyfriend gently set you down so you could stand on the concrete he opened the door for you like the gentleman he always is. He helps you into the car and says a quick “buckle up” referring to your seatbelt before closing your door and walking to the drivers side.

“You okay?” He simply asks you as he tries to get you two back to the dorms as soon as possible. He was worried about you. It wasn’t typical for you to get sick, not around this time of year at least. You just nod and reassure him with a simple “Mhm” as you lean your head on the cool glass of the window. He wasn’t buying what you were selling…

As soon as the two of you entered the parking lot of the heights alliance he parked in the closest student spot he could find and then —again, like the gentleman he is— he carried you all the way into the 2-A dorms building and all the way up to your room. The whole time you just leaned your tired head into his shoulder, ignoring the passing glances and questioning whispers of your peers.

“You must be coming down with something” he ponders as he opens your drawers to find you something to wear to bed. “I don’t think so, I just feel tired and a little nauseous” you brush it off like it was fine.

“Right…” he narrows his eyes at you, speaking in a confused tone that said “I don’t believe you”. Hitoshi was fully convinced that you were coming down with some kind of stomach bug. What else could be making you feel this way..?

The next day was no different. You woke up fine, ate breakfast, took your medication, and showered to get ready for the ice cream adventure your friends were planning.

Around 11:30 was when you started to feel sluggish again. You sat on the couch playing Mario Kart with Denki and Mina when it overtook your body.

Hitoshi was lazily sprawled out on the couch while you were beating Denki by a long shot. Mina was up next to play the winner “Denki looks like you’re gonna have to give me that controller!” Mina poked fun at him and he visibly pouts.

“Not fair” he whined as you, in first place came around the track and knocked him off a cliff. He was already in 12th place and a whole lap behind you and all of the bots. “Hey!” He frowned, mouth agape and eyebrows knitted together in frustration and betrayal.

“Sorry Denks’ “ you giggle and complete the race — the feeling of fatigue washing over you—

“Give me the controller Denki!” Mina argued with him like they were siblings “No way! She picked a hard map on purpose!” He counters back as they continue to bicker

“Stop being immature and give her the controller” Shinsou moderated the fight as if he was their babysitter

“I’m gonna go lay down” you simply state as you feel the sluggishness take over your muscles “I’m tired” you tell them and they look confused. This is what you did at dinner last night, moved slow, talked in the same melancholy tone. It was getting weird. Especially considering that you were just fine a few minutes ago.

“Aw why?” Denki complained and you shrugged “I don’t know I just don’t feel good again” you state as you make your way to the elevator, Hitoshi scrambling to get off the couch and follow you. This whole event leaving Mina and Denki very confused as they exchange glances.

You ended up crashing on Hitoshi’s chest, sleeping for hours that afternoon while he just opted for watching videos on his phone, rubbing your back gently as you slept.

He didn’t want to question you about it, as he figured maybe it was a hormonal girly thing he didn’t know about. He didn’t want to ask out of the fear of embarrassing you or something. He knew that if it really mattered you would tell him. Of course, he knew what a menstrual cycle was, but you normally didn’t act this way when on your period. So, he figured it was something different that happens to girls.

You ended up skipping ice cream that afternoon while you slept, leaving your friends to also think that you were coming down with a cold or stomach bug. They were just as confused as Hitoshi was by your sudden change in sleep and behavior.

The following weeks were interesting to say the least. Still, you followed your morning routine with the help of Hitoshi. Wake up well rested, excited to start the day. Eat something before taking your medication, get ready for the day and then off to school. And just an hour or so before lunch you’d lose your appetite and become horribly exhausted. More often than not spending your lunches napping in recovery girls office.

Hitoshi never minded, he would just sit beside your bed in a chair, covering you with a blanket, and scrolling through his phone while eating whatever he brought to snack on for lunch.

Recovery girl had questioned you on your sleeping habits once when you first started coming into her office for naps. You simply shrugged and blamed it on poor sleeping patterns assuming that your body just required more sleep at this point in time.

It wasn’t just the mid day naps that had your friends confused. It was your dullness. You rarely joked around anymore, mostly slightly laughing or smiling at their shenanigans or not at all. You just couldn’t find the energy to be humorous anymore which was awful in your friends opinion. But you didn’t notice and couldn’t help it, so focused on how exhausted you were all the time.

Every day after school (even if you had a mid-day nap) you would trudge up to Hitoshi’s room and either sleep on his bed while he was out training or studying at his desk, or you would sleep soundly on his chest while he rubbed your back like he always did.

Hitoshi didn’t mind that you were suddenly so tired all the time, he could never blame you for something that you obviously couldn’t help. Although, he missed the eccentric conversations the two of you would have every day after school while snuggling. Yes, he missed making out with you but nothing could compare to your wild and “all over the place” conversations that you would have with him.

Now you were just dull. You barely said anything before completely crashing after school and sleeping for endless hours until he either carried your sleeping form back to your room or you woke up and he walked you to your room while tucking you in bed for the night.

And when you were awake and aware it’s like you were on another planet. Often just looking around the room, not focused on the conversation or you were hyper focused— just staring and barely making conversation.

There was something going on with your body. He just couldn’t figure out what could’ve been wrong. However, you started to figure it out. Ever since you’d been taking the meds you’ve been like this. It had to be the medication that was messing you up!! The only problem was, you were afraid that if you told someone what was going on you would have to be off of them and you would go back to being annoying and off task all the time.

You were able to focus better in class which, in turn, made assignments and homework easier. How did you get homework done when you were sleeping all the time? Simple, your sleep schedule is so fucked that you’ve been involuntarily waking up at 5am every morning, unable to sleep again. Also, it’s rare that Aizawa hands out any homework.

So, despite you feeling sick and miserable all the time your grades were showing some slow but steady improvement. Your parents and teachers were so pleased with your academic performance these past few weeks they made points to complement you. Even if you were at a C-B average, they made a point to let you know that they were proud of you. That felt so nice, you’d never been complemented on your academics before!

Despite that, things seemed to go just a bit downhill. You couldn’t quite achieve anything higher for your grades due to the fact that you were barely hanging on in class, on the verge of falling asleep nearly every day by lunch time.

That just so happened to be your science course hour with Aizawa. And if that wasn’t bad enough, you were not the best at science this year. You’d been okay before with minimal understanding, science got more and more difficult every year. You were always fine with the stupid “solid, liquid, gas” bs. And now that they’ve added some math..? You’re screwed!

As you sit, blankly staring in front of you, forcing yourself to keep your eyes open Aizawa is yapping on and on about some kind of formula that you should know for the exam tomorrow.

Wait..? Exam?! Tomorrow?! Your brain is suddenly on overdrive. When was the last time you’d even studied for science?! You guys hadn’t had a test in months! And even then, you didn’t study for them! This reflected on your scores that you would receive in this test.

As you were internally panicking the lunch bell rang, saving you from this horribly bright classroom, off to recovery girls office you went! As you packed your bag alongside your other classmates, majority of them had already shuffled out of the classroom.

“(Name), come here for a second” Aizawa called you over to his desk. Hitoshi looked questioningly, at you before you waved him off. “Go ahead Toshi, I’ll be right there” he knew you were referring to the nurses office where —as mentioned previously— he would sit in a chair beside your bed while you slept and gently rub your back so you could doze off, like he always did for you.

“Okay I’ll see you in a bit” he waves before saying bye to Aizawa and walking out the door of the classroom. You hastily approached your teachers desk and he gave you a longing stare as he took in your appearance. You looked different, and not in a good way. He had been so busy these past few weeks — especially with exams coming up— he hadn’t truly been paying attention to the little things.

“You know that you need to pass this exam in order to meet grade level standards this semester right?” He questions and you hesitantly nod “Well I didn’t know all that, but I’ve got this” you give him a reassuring, yet tired smile.

“Okay” he said quietly resting his chin on his palm. He took one more glance at you before asking “Are you feeling okay?” He leans back in his chair.

“Yeah I’m fine” you shrug “My sleep schedule is just off right now. So I’m just a little tired” you smile but he sees the way it falters.

“Get some rest tonight” he simply states “You’ll need it for your exam in the morning”

“Thank you, sensei” you wave before turning and walking out the door, down the long hallway, down the stairs, and to the right.

In the nurses office Hitoshi was already waiting in a chair, snacking on some chips. “Napping again?” Recovery Girl calls from her office “That’s the third time this week!” She exclaimed

“I know, I’ll fix my sleep schedule this weekend!” You reassured her “Very good dear” she smiles at you. That was your queue to go crash on the bed for lunch hour.

You laid down facing away from Hitoshi, curling up into a ball as he covered you up with a blanket. “Get some rest sweet girl” he rubs your back and you’re out like a light.

The rest of the day was no different. You woke up feeling better, got through most of the day and by the end of your last class, you were ready for another nap. Although, you knew you had to study for your exam in the morning, so maybe you should just stay awake this afternoon.

As the bell rang, you were quick to pack up your stuff. Until you were interrupted by Denki “Hey sparks, we’re all gonna do a group study sesh if you’re interested!” He exclaimed referring to Mina, Kirishima, Sero, and himself.

“Bakugo’s not helping?” You cock an eyebrow wondering who in the world was gonna keep them focused if he wasn’t there.

“Nah he’s mad at us right now!” He exclaims referring to an incident that happened at lunch the other day. But how would you know that? You were sleeping. This was how you realized you hadn’t been spending any time with your friends lately.

“Since when is he mad to the point of not talking to anyone, not even Kirishima..?” You ponder to the blonde and he shakes his head

“Nah I called him a colossal back at lunch on Tuesday because he got up to get more snacks and he got so pissed!” Denki cackles just as Hitoshi comes up and puts a gentle hand on your shoulder. You tilt your head back, looking up at him. “Oh hey Toshi!” You softly smile

“You ready to go?” He asks and you nod “Should we go to the group study session my friends are having?” You ask him and he shakes his head no. “Meh, you do it if you want but I prefer studying alone” he shrugs his shoulders

“You study with me all the t-“ you knit your eyebrows “Let’s go!” He speaks quickly before ushering you out the door

“I’m a little tired but maybe I’ll come down for a bit!” You tell Denki before he nods and dashes off to meet up with Sero who was walking a ways in front of you.

“ ‘m gonna chill in my room for a bit before studying” Hitoshi tells you upon entering the elevator at the dorms “You wanna come or are you gonna go study?” He turns his head to you as you press the button to your floor.

“Yeah, I’m gonna change then go down” you smile at him and he nods “Alright then, I’ll see you later” he kisses your lips before walking out of the elevator as this was his stop.

You don’t know how long it had been. The last thing you remember was laying down on your bed. You woke up in a cold sweat, it was dark outside.

You quickly check your phone, blinking harshly to adjust to the light of the screen. 12:34am

Followed by texts from various friends

Mina🎀

Hey girlie! No pressure but we’re downstairs studying if you wanna join!

Denki 🤡

We’re ordering pizza if you wanna come down :3

Sero✨

Pizzas here if you want some before Bakugos big back ass eats it all

Kiri🪨

You doing okay? You’re probs sleeping so I don’t wanna bother you

Toshi💜😻

Come over if you’re awake, I miss you!

I love you!

Yeah you should probably be sleeping, I’m sorry you’re so tired lately. I wish I could help!

You know I’m always here if you wanna talk to me

You blink. You’d been asleep for 6 hours, now feeling wide awake, you began to let the panic set in as you remember the exam tomorrow.

“Oh fuck!” You hiss, moving to grab your backpack and turn on your desk lamp. Pulling out your science book, your laptop and your notebook you began to crack down on studying, now your adrenaline was pumping.

You do have to admit, scared studying is the most efficient for you. It really made you crack down and focus. Plus, it helped that it was late at night and the only person probably up at this hour was Hitoshi, and he thought you were still sleeping so he probably wouldn’t text you, leaving the distracting phone buzzing to a minimum.

By the time you were able to confidently retaliate the information that was in the study packet of the exam it was 4:35am.

You were fighting to keep your eyes open as they felt heavy and they hurt. But you were so proud of yourself. You were confident about the material on the exam! Is this what Iida and Yayomomo felt like?! It felt great! Mentally at least…

Physically, you fell into bed, covered yourself up, clung onto your favorite stuffed animal and it was lights out.

You woke up to your 7:00am alarm feeling like crap. That’s what a rigid sleep schedule will get you. Groaning as you stretched after shutting the blaring alarm off.

You trudged to the bathroom, did your business and washed your face before walking out of your room and downstairs to eat some breakfast and take your medicine. It wasn’t hard to remember as it became apart of your morning routine.

You were met with a few early birds. Just Iida coming back from a run and Uraraka, eating some rice and eggs.

You grabbed a fruit juice bottle out of the fridge as well as some rice, heating it up before sitting at an empty table. You texted Hitoshi letting him know that you were downstairs eating.

Almost immediately he hearted the message and was down in the common area within a few minutes. Hair a mess, eyebags prominant from his insomnia, a big T-shirt and sweatpants. He was undeniably adorable.

“How are you doing?” He asks you as he starts the coffee pot, grabbing his mug from the cabinet, then reaching into the fridge for some creamer while the coffee brewed.

“Tired” you yawn as you opened the cap of the juice bottle with a click, taking a small sip. “But I feel prepared for the exam” you sleepily smile

“Oh yeah?” He grins at you as he pours the coffee into the eraser-head mug followed by some creamer before coming to sit with you.

“Yeah” you eat your rice “You’ll do great, you’re so good at science” you remind him as if he didn’t already know.

After taking your medicine and walking with Hitoshi back to the elevator and up to your respective floors, you two parted ways to get ready for the day.

Hitoshi would be ready quickly, all he had to do was shower, put his uniform on, and personal hygiene. You however, always took a bit longer than you should, hence why you always woke up a bit earlier.

You were undoubtedly exhausted from staying up so late to study. Your head and shoulders felt tense and you wanted to just crawl back in bed and skip the school day. But unfortunately, you had an exam to take.

As you did your necessary skin and makeup routine (if you have one), you made a point to go over your notes just a few times to make sure you still understood.

Despite feeling so accomplished, you were exhausted. The feeling raced through your body as you struggled to keep your eyes open when blinking. And that’s when you remembered— you have an energy drink in your mini fridge!

“Oh fuck yes!” You grin to yourself, knowing that it would come in handy one morning. You had about an hour until the exam, that should be plenty of time for it to kick in. You opened the tab on the can with a satisfying *pop* and just before you take a sip your phone dinged with a text message.

Toshi💜😻

Down in the lobby whenever you’re ready!

As you down the carbonated beverage, the bubbles awaken your senses. After buttoning your uniform jacket you put your study materials back in your school bag and headed out the door to meet Hitoshi in the lobby.

Before that— downed the rest of the rest of the drink, throwing the tin can into the garbage across the room from your doorway. “Mhm!” Humming and nodding in satisfaction when it successfully made it in.

As you made your way out of the elevator you waltzed up to your lavender haired boyfriend who had his usual resting, melancholic face. You knew he wasn’t sad or anything it was just the way his face sat most of the time. You did however, gee the slight smile on his lips as you approached him.

“You finally ready?” You grin to him and he just rolls his eyes with a smile, conjoining your hands together “Was waiting on you sweetheart”

You laugh at the pet name “Ew I don’t like that one!” You shake your head “Yeah, me neither” he looks straight ahead, opening the door for you to exit the dorm building.

“Thank you Toshi” you pinch his cheek on the way out as you walk past him, down the steps. He rubs his cheek with his fingertips as he watches you with wide eyes, face growing warm with a blush.

You seemed different today, back to your normal self. Yes you weren’t terribly tired in the morning these past few weeks, but something about our energy this morning made him smile. He didn’t know what had changed overnight but he was happy to have you back to your normal, happy, carefree self.

As Aizawa handed out the exam papers— face down— you couldn’t help but feel giddy. Ready to burst with energy, your heart was racing a million miles a minute. You felt so prepared that your hand that was holding your pencil was twitching with anticipation.

Hitoshi noticed the way your feet couldn’t sit still, the way your fingers twitched and twirled your pencil, the rhythmic tapping of your fingertips with your other hand against the desk. We’re you always this energetic..? His eyebrows raised in confusion at the mere sight of you.

“Don’t flip your papers over until I say” Aizawa tiredly spoke “We have 5 minutes until time starts, get all the chatter out now. Talk to your neighbor” he told the students and they turned to their desk neighbors in response.

“Hey Toshi-“ Denki began, using the nickname you gave your boyfriend in a mocking tone

“Fat chance” he rolled his eyes and turned away from the blonde, leaving him with his mouth agape before turning to bother Jirou. The interaction made you snicker.

“You alright? You seem… very peppy this morning” he tells you and you frown in confusion “Is that bad?” You ask him with a questioning tone

“No not at all!” He hold his hands up defensively “Just didn’t know if something was going on” he shrugs “That’s all”

“Maybe it’s the energy drink I had this morning” you stare up at the celing, wondering. His eyes are as wide as saucers at your statement. Did you not read the info that came in the medication packet?! Because he sure did!

“What do you mean?! How much did you drink?” He cautiously asks and you raise an eyebrow at his tone “The whole thing” you simply state and his mouth hangs open

“Y-“

“Okay quiet” Aizawa settles the class down “The exam is 20 questions, you have an hour” he states “good luck” he begins the timer on his computer while sipping black coffee out of his mug that was conveniently shaped like a cat.

As you wrote your name down you could feel the adrenaline pumping through you. You knew what you were doing and how to find the answers to any question that may come about.

But as you wrote out your last name and put the proper date on the corner of the page you couldn’t help but wonder what Hitoshi was getting so worked up for….

You could feel yourself losing focus. No! You quickly snapped back into your reality. There was an exam in front of you and you needed to finish it first! Then you could think of all the worst possible reasons that he looked so concerned.

As you raced through the first 5 questions, they were a piece of cake. You knew this by heart at this point after a long night of work. Your hand was rapidly moving the pencil around, careful not to disrupt anyone but just enough to get your fix of energy out.

Your leg was bouncing under your desk as you worked out a formula for velocity on question 8 with ease. You briefly glanced up around the room, you weren’t the only one with a bouncing leg in the room. Just a few of your peers.

Students such as Iida, and Momo were first to finish. Followed by Midoryia and Bakugo — who shoulder bumped Midoryia on his way back to his seat.

You were about to stand up to turn your test in when Hitoshi stood up and walked to turn his in. You ultimately decided to just wait a few minutes and pretend like you were still working just so it didn’t seem like you had copied off of Hitoshi.

When walking back to your desk after turning the test in, you felt an immense sense of accomplishment. You knew almost everything, only struggling with one problem towards the end but hey, getting only one wrong is better than getting all of them wrong!

Soon enough, everyone had finished and the lunch bell had rang. “Going to lay down?” Your boyfriend asks as he picks up your bag for you.

“Actually, no!” You grin “I’m so excited I wanna catch up with everyone!” You grab his hand and drag him along to meet up with your friends who were out the door, assuming that you wouldn’t be joining them. “Okay, if you insist” he says

Upon entering the cafeteria, you practically dragged a stumbling Hitoshi behind you as you made your way to the usual table. “Got room for one more?” You cheerfully grin and their expressions light up at the sight of uou

“(Name)!” Kirishima and Sero cheer enthusiastically, the attention being brought to the table causing Hitoshi to want to disappear and causing Bakugo to harshly shush them for being “so god damn loud”

“Hey sparks!” Denki winks and holds up finger guns “(Name)! There’s a seat with your name on it!” Mina cheerfully pats the chair next to her, another one being open beside it, where you an Hitoshi usually sat.

“Gonna go get a snack, want anything?” Your doting boyfriend questions and you nod with a smile “A smoothie?” You inquire, handing him some cash. He shakes his head at your offer “I’ve got it” he kisses the top of your head, leaving your face to grow warm. He usually wasn’t one for over the top pda. Especially not around people you knew. He just got so embarrassed very easily. It was cute though.

“You seem so cheerful and alive!” Kirishima points out and you smile in return at his shark tooth grin (you’ve always adored his unique set of chompers). You sat, your leg bouncing from the rush through your body.

“I know I feel much better” you explain to them as they nod intensively listening, eager to know what was wrong these past weeks. (Minus Bakugo who sat with his airpods in)

“Well you certainly look like you feel better” Denki pats your back, reaching his arm behind Mina to where you sat

“So? What was going on?” Sero inquired as Hitoshi came back with some crackers and a bottle of water for himself and a smoothie for you “Thanks Toshi” you ruffle his wild hair “I dunno!” You shrug slurping the smoothie that contained your favorite fruits that Hitoshi had gotten for you without even having to ask, already knowing you so well.

“I just felt awful these past few weeks” you swallow the drink “I’ve been taking naps in recovery girls office” you tell the group earning some noises of affirmation.

As the conversation kept going it became abundantly clear how your heart was hammering against your chest. A tight feeling took over your breathing, you attempted to laugh on queue with the group but Hitoshi noticed your faltering demeanor.

“You alright?” He whispered as Denki loudly recited an event that happened to him last weekend. “Mhm” you purse your lips together in a smile before looking towards the table as exhaustion began to overtake your muscles

“Can I have some?” You knit your brows as you point to his bottle of water. “My water?” He raises an eyebrow as he hands it to you “Sure, you know you don’t have to ask” he rubs your shoulder

You attempt to uncap the water once more but he must’ve screwed it shut like there was was no tomorrow, either that or your muscles had grown abundantly weak and tired.

“Mph” you make a dissatisfied noise as you couldn’t open it and hand it back to your boyfriend so he could open it. This was strange in his eyes. You never had a problem reopening a bottle of water.

“Can you?” You let out a shaky breath and he takes the water, the plastic of it crinkling slightly under his grip. “Of course” he glances at you, uncapping it so you could take a much needed sip of the beverage.

The pounding in your head became known as you took a sip. Was this a caffeine crash? You’d never experienced one before during your religious cycle of drinking various energy drinks.

You recap the water and lean onto Hitoshi’s shoulder with a slight groan in discomfort at the muscle aches. “Hey are y-?” He begins before he’s interrupted.

“You okay over there spazzy?” Bakugo cocked an eyebrow, taking one airpod out of his ear. You frown with your eyes are closed on Hitoshi’s shoulder in response.

“Enough of that name, asshole” Hitoshi scolded the blonde who just scoffed and put his airpod back in his ear “Psh- whatever see if I care ever again” he rolled his eyes. He will care again.

“You alright?” Mina gently caressed your forearm. You glance over at her and just lay back down. The sudden rush of symptoms taking over you. You felt nauseated. Your stomach churned uncomfortably.

“Uhm I need to go” you stand up, using Hitoshi’s shoulder for support. Your destination? The nurses office. “Sorry we couldn’t stay longer” Hitoshi sarcastically remorses as he picks up the two bags, your smoothie, his crackers, and water bottle.

The group is confused. Denki’s mouth was slightly agape “What the hell is going on?!” He breaks the silence as they watch Hitoshi struggle to carry all of the stuff while catching up to you to follow you out the door.

As you lay there clutching your stomach with a pillow over your head Recovery girl and Aizawa stand at the foot of the bed stunned.

You had come in just a few minutes before Hitoshi complaining of stomach pain and a horrible headache. Recovery Girl was taken aback when you did. Usually you come in yawning and just go to whatever bed is available. You never had complained about any sort of problems other than being tired and blaming it on an uneven sleep schedule. It just so happened that Aizawa was in there when you came in.

“She’s been acting strange” Recovery Girl told your teacher who skeptically nodded. “Always coming in here during lunch hour to sleep” the older woman shakes her head.

“Why?” Aizawa ponders “Have you noticed anything, Shinsou?” He confided in his mentee who looked completely lost on what to do.

“She’s been acting really weird since she… started taking her medication…” he realized the words coming out of his mouth. Saying it out loud and taking time to process it was weighing on him. How could he have been so blind?!

“The adhd medication?” Aizawa turns to recovery girl who nods “that’s the only one she takes” she tells him as he slowly starts to pace.

“This is a simple fix” Recovery girl tells the two men “If she’s reacting badly to this variant of the medication then we can get her reevaluated for another variant” she explains and you perk up

“So I won’t go back to being a spaz? I can still take medication?” You rasp out and the two adults look confused. Spaz? Where would you get something like that?!

Hitoshi must’ve sensed their confusion so he took the liberty of explaining “Bakugo makes fun of her, calls her a spaz or spazzy and a few other names” he says “He’s been teasing her since last year”

“Okay” Aizawa heavily sighs, despite being a bit more mellowed out, Bakugo still presented to be a problem most of the time. He just wasn’t as aggressive about it. “I’ll deal with that”

“(Name), you’re not a spaz” he begins “You have something that you cannot control therefore it’s foolish to care about what someone like bakugo says. He has no relevance to you”

You nod in understanding “I know…” you begin, head still throbbing “I just wish I was easier to deal with sometimes” you shrug

“We don’t deal with you” your teacher states firmly “We care for you” he corrects your statement “Now I’ve got to get back to work, Recovery Girl, write her a note for the rest of the day, she’s going back to her room” Aizawa confirms “Hitoshi, walk her back”

Hitoshi nods in understanding as recovery girl explains that you’ll be evaluated for a new variant of medication on Saturday and that she will call your parents to let them know of the situation to which you reluctantly agree.

That was two weeks ago. Since then, you’ve started a new medication and you’re absolutely thriving! Able to focus, energy restored, still yourself you just remember to do your homework and study more often! And you’ve been advised, no more energy drinks!

As you sit in the corner booth of your favorite restaurant with your friends for a do-over dinner, Denki cackles loudly as you take two french fries and stick them in your upper lip pretending to suck bakugos blood like a vampire. Yeah, you were back to yourself alright!

“God! Cut it out spaz!” Bakugo barks at you and you just remove your french fries from your lip, Hitoshi ready to defend you once more but this time you step in.

“Bakugo, you can say that all you want” you tell him “It doesn’t effect me anymore, your opinion is irrelevant”

He is pissed “Oh yeah? And who the hell says?!” He crossed his arms over his chest

“Mr. Aizawa” you simply shrug before returning to your meal and the group goes ballistic when you said that.

“Yoooo!” Denki chants

“Dude get fucking wrecked!” Sero cackles

Mina and Kirishima wipe tears from their waterline, laughing so hard they were tearing up

“That’s my girl” Hitoshi kisses the top of your head

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paintingwhiteceilings · 2 years ago

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❃Seventeen and s/o switches languages during an argument❃

a/n: Firstly, thank you for sending my very first request; I hope I did it justice! After discussing it together, we decided to make it a more general prompt. This was such a fun prompt to try my hand at, as a fellow EU carat, it was amusing to imagine how they would react to their partner switching languages. Some of these may have become a bit, more like very, long as a result so, well, grab your popcorn I suppose :')

Anyway, it is a bit longer and more serious than my other posts but I hope that you will like it regardless!

TG: some of these are slightly angsty and DK is naked

Scoups/Seungcheol

❀ In all fairness, the two of you tend to bicker every now and then, mostly because Coups is the pettiest and poutiest person alive. As a result, you tend to be quite used to having irrelevant arguments with him. Neither of you gets incredibly upset; the arguments are mostly harmless and, at times, can be quite amusing.

❀ This time, however, you had quite a stressful day at work and were in no mood to playfully bicker with him. Apparently, you had absent mindlessly borrowed one of his jackets, and he had been missing it all day, giving Hoshi an earful as he believed he had gone out of his way to borrow his stuff again. After he discovered that Hoshi hadn't been the culprit, he texted you, but in the chaos of work, you had forgotten to reply, leaving him on read. Truly, in his eyes, how incredibly offensive. How can his love, his light, his everything leave him on read just like his members do???

❀ Cue a ton of whining and pouting when you walked through the door, wrapped in his precious jacket. He didn't seem to get the hint that you were in no mood for his dramatic antics. It didn't take long for you to snap at him, effectively shutting him up. He didn’t shut up, however, because you actually got angry at him, but because you unconsciously switched to your native tongue in your exhaustion. He had forgotten that was a thing you could do.

❀ He has dealt with the foreign line switching languages during arguments enough to know that you weren't having his tantrum. It is enough for him to realize to knock it off, but he will be pouting the rest of the evening. Not because he is still upset about the jacket, but because he has no idea what you said and he is too prideful to ask until the next morning.

Jeonghan

❀ Jeonghan rarely gets mad at people, meaning that arguments between the two of you tend to be infrequent. The only times the two of you tend to bicker is when he finds yet another way to cheat during game nights. The cheating is all in good fun, and more often than not, you find yourself impressed with his quick-wittedness.

❀ That being said, losing five times in a row because your boyfriend found another loophole in the game rules really tested your patience. You had been playing Uno together when he decided that whenever he plays the reverse card, it means he gets to go again. Somehow, he stocked up on a ton of reverse cards, and he had been getting rid of most of his cards without you being able to do anything about it.

❀ Naturally, you started arguing with him, trying to convince him that it was against the rules. It was no use; he knows the rules better than you do. Thus, in the heat of the moment, you couldn’t help yourself, and you cursed at him in your native tongue. He was mighty confused for a second, but was aware from looking at your face that you were not complimenting his quick thinking.

❀ He ended up laughing at you, finding it hilarious that he somehow managed to trigger you that much. Be prepared for him to never let you live it down. Every game night, he will cheekily ask you whether it is okay for him to cheat or whether you will curse at him in your native tongue again. From now on, he will up his cheating antics as well, trying to get a rise out of you again.

Joshua

❀ You and Joshua usually don't let your grievances get to a shouting match. Before it can get to that point, one of you sits the other down to calmly talk things out. However, every once in a while, whenever one of you is stressed about something, things tend to escalate. So when Joshua comes home late after a gruelling recording session for the sixth time that week, leaving you to do all the house chores after a stressful work day yet again, you get into a heated argument.

❀ Neither of you wanted to admit to being in the wrong, leading to you bickering back and forth. Joshua had been angrily smiling at you for the past half an hour, trying to explain his side of the story, whilst you were trying to do the same. Arguing in Korean wasn't necessarily your strong suit, and despite English being a lot easier, you couldn't help but switch to your native language as you were trying to find the right words to explain your side of the story.

❀ To be honest, I can't really imagine Joshua being surprised when you switch languages during an argument. Having lived in an environment where he has to speak a second language constantly, he probably is all too aware that when people get emotional, they switch to their mother tongue. He has had too many quarrels and fights with the other members where he kept throwing in English, unable to remember the corresponding Korean word.

❀ Instead, your argument becomes a poly-lingual discussion where the two of you keep switching between all the languages you are familiar with. Joshua doesn't even blink when you switch to your native language anymore; he is used to deciphering what you are saying through context clues.

Jun

❀ Jun is an absolute homebody. He loves to lounge on the couch for hours with his phone in hand, playing mobile games and scrolling on social media. It is the perfect way for him to de-stress after his busy schedule, where he has to constantly be on the move. Usually, you enjoy the domesticity of it, but lately, you can't help but feel like all the two of you have been doing is staying at home. It isn’t like you constantly want to be out and about, but a part of you wants to go on a proper date where you get to dress up and be lovey-dovey with your boyfriend. You have been trying to find the right time to bring it up, aware that Jun doesn’t do well with subtle hints.

❀ However, when the day finally came where you asked him to go on more dates, it ended up in you two fighting. It had all started when you found yourself bored out of your mind with Jun being on his phone again, absorbed in his own world. For the first time in a while, he got to enjoy a bit of a break as promotions had finally ended, and he intended to spend most of it relaxing on the couch. It was a much-needed break from the constant dancing and travelling. Naturally, when you proposed to go out for the day, asking whether he wanted to check out a café that had just opened up in the city, he immediately responded that he didn’t want to.

❀ Perhaps both of your fuses had been short that day, and soon an argument ensued between you two. Jun stubbornly maintained that he wanted to rest and that being at home together was enough for him, whilst you tried to explain that you felt like he didn’t want to make time for your relationship. The two of you argued back and forth, both making valid arguments but unwilling to hear the other out.

❀ Jun was already mixing some Mandarin with his Korean as he got more and more frustrated. It didn’t help either that Jun had started to speak quicker the more agitated he got, making it even harder for you to decipher what he was trying to say. Thus, as the fight reached a boiling point, you started to yell at him in your native language. Jun had never heard you speak your mother tongue at length before, so you completely caught him off guard.

❀ Jun doesn't know what to say in response to your yelling, not knowing what you yelled at him in the heat of the moment. Similarly, you are surprised at your emotional outburst. You switching languages is enough for the both of you to realize that neither of you was listening to the other anymore. After a moment of silence, the two of you decide to leave the argument for the night and calmly talk about it after a good night's sleep.

Hoshi/Soonyoung

❀ Hoshi has been trying to convince you that his native language is growling, being a tiger, and all that. As much as you try to support your boyfriend’s tiger agenda, you have attempted to dissuade him from growling at you constantly as a way of communicating. You gently told him to stop as, first of all, you can't understand what he is trying to say when he is growling, and, secondly, it is very embarrassing when he does it in public.

❀ Still, he is waiting to find any excuse to growl at you, and you have noticed that whenever you slip into your mother tongue, he sees it as a green light to start. As a result, you try to be extra careful about using your native language around him in public or when other people are visiting. At home, you feel comfortable enough to, at the very least, scold him without anyone else having to bear witness to how shameless this man can be.

❀ It had all gone downhill when you and Hoshi organized a game night with the other members. It wasn't the actual game night that resulted in you yelling at him. Oh no, it had to do with the fact that Kwon Soonyoung has the habit of leaving the toilet seat up despite you having asked, on multiple occasions, whether he could lower it after he finished his business. For the past few days, he had been doing a good job remembering, but with all the excitement of the game night, it had slipped his mind. He was reminded, however, of his mistake upon hearing a splash and a blood-curdling scream leave the bathroom door.

❀ You were livid upon entering the living room and reminded your boyfriend yet again to lower the god-damn thing. In your anger, you slipped into your native tongue without being aware of doing so. You didn't even register it until you saw Hoshi's stunned and guilty expression morph into one of absolute delight.

❀ He growls. At you. In response.

❀ It is safe to say that the other members have to hold you back before you kill your boyfriend.

Wonwoo

❀ Usually, you loved having a gamer boyfriend as it meant that you got to focus on your own hobbies, happily existing in the same space without having to constantly have to do things together. Lately, however, you had been trying your hand at some of the games he had been playing. It was a fun pastime, and you especially liked games that didn’t require a fast reaction time, allowing you to explore a world or story at your own pace without it resulting in you constantly dying. Not to pat yourself on the back, but you had become quite skilled at the games you often played. Recently, you and Wonwoo had even started to play games together; you couldn’t help but smile whenever you saw your joined beds in Minecraft.

❀ So, when Wonwoo asked you to play Keep Talking & Nobody Explodes together, you had expected the two of you to do rather well. However, it couldn’t be further from what ended up transpiring. The game required seamless communication, with one person trying to disarm a bomb whilst the other consulted a manual on how to, unable to see the actual bomb. The first level had been easy enough, but you guys immediately got stuck on the second level. Each level was more complicated than the last one and was making your way through the game rather painfully slow. For some reason, your communication was completely off, resulting in numerous retries. It didn’t even matter who the operator or who the bomb disarmer was; you simply couldn’t get into sync.

❀ You could tell that Wonwoo was getting incredibly agitated when you were taking way too long to read the Korean instructions to him, unable to understand one particular word, causing the bomb to explode yet again. He had played the game with some of the members before, and it hadn’t been this hard. It didn’t help that he kept trying to give you tips and tricks on how to play the game. It felt a bit condescending. Moreover, you could tell he was partly blaming your Korean when he sighed yet again at another failed attempt due to you fumbling over your words. It wasn’t as if this was only your fault. As a result, you snapped at him that he should try to play in your native tongue and see how easy of a time he had with it. Except, you accidentally snapped at him in the wrong language.

❀ As you continue rambling under your breath, venting to yourself that your boyfriend and the game are both stupid, you don’t notice that you switched languages. Wonwoo, in the meantime, has fallen incredibly quiet, unsure how to react. He realizes that it might have been a bit unfair to play a game that requires you to communicate complicated instructions in Korean. When you are finally done ranting in your native language, he will quietly propose playing a different game, muttering a quiet apology when you two agree to switch to Stardew Valley. He makes sure to give you lots of gifts in-game, trying to show that he appreciates you playing with him even if it doesn’t always work out well.

Woozi/Jihoon

❀ You were aware that when you started dating Woozi that he was a bit of a workaholic and that there would be times when he would prioritize his work over your relationship. For the most part, you loved his dedication to producing music; you enjoyed hanging out in his studio, watching how he expertly produced a new track. You always felt in awe as you watched him tinker on the piano, trying to figure out what chords to use for the song. In turn, he loved having you there; your questions and curiosity reminded him of the wonder he felt when he first started producing.

❀ However, his passion for making music sometimes did make you feel like a third wheel in your relationship, especially when a Seventeen comeback was nearing. He would be cooped up in the studio for weeks, ignoring all the messages you send him. Where he normally loved having you around in the studio, he would become easily agitated with you watching over his shoulder as the deadlines neared. The expectations of the members and the company would weigh heavily on him, and having you be there as another watchful eye was simply too much for him to handle.

❀ So, when you went to the studio after a concerned Coups had called you, noticing that Woozi hadn’t bothered to eat that day, your presence put Woozi over the edge. It had been a couple of weeks since you had last seen your boyfriend, and you had hoped that seeing you would cheer him up. However, he barely acknowledged your presence when you stepped into the studio, his attention captured by the screen in front of him. Whenever he did respond, it was often curt and borderline insulting. You knew it was due to him being under a lot of pressure, but you couldn’t help feeling hurt.

❀ It got to you, and before you knew it, the two of you were fighting. Woozi, who already was feeling immense stress, couldn’t deal with the intense emotions and, hence, defensively threw out a painful insult without thinking. Feeling the tears sting in the corner of your eyes, you asked yourself why you were even still here when he obviously didn’t want you there in your native language before turning to leave. He didn’t understand what you had said, leaving him momentarily speechless.

❀ By switching languages unexpectedly, it gets through to Woozi what he had said and how hurt you were by his words. By being unable to understand what you were saying, he is able to solely focus on your tone and emotions. He feels incredibly guilty about his behaviour, and it doesn’t take long for him to chase after you to profusely apologize.

DK/Seokmin

❀ Although fights do not often happen with DK, he sometimes can be a bit prideful, only recognizing he is in the wrong when the other person gets noticeably angry. You encountered his pridefulness on a normal enough day. DK had texted you that he would be over at your place after practice, so when you came home and heard the shower running, you were delighted at the prospect of spending the evening together with your boyfriend. You briefly called out to him that you were home before waiting for him on the couch to finish showering. It didn't take long for him to be done. When you saw the door swing open with your handsome boyfriend only wearing a towel around his waist, you got up to properly greet him with a hug.

❀ However, before you could do so, you smelled a familiar scent drifting out of the bathroom. You see, one of your friends had gifted you a very expensive body wash that you had been gingerly using whenever you had had a particularly stressful day. Due to it being so expensive, you had asked DK to use the other ones in your shower, just so you could enjoy it a little longer, as you weren't really going to buy it for yourself once it ran out. He hadn't listened. Cue one of the pettiest arguments ever.

❀ In your defence, you weren't even upset about him using the body wash, but instead were hurt that he hadn't respected your wishes. DK, in turn, argued that it was only body wash and that he had simply wanted to smell like you. The argument escalated without either of you meaning to, and before you knew it, a towel hit you in the face. In surprise and anger, you yelled at him in your native tongue, which made DK effectively realize what he had done. He knew that you would never switch languages without being incredibly upset and he felt mortified, recognizing that he had not only let his emotions get out of control but also had parted with the only thing covering up his body.

❀ As you threw the towel back at him, venting in your native language some more, you finally noticed DK standing before you in all his glory, looking both guilt-ridden and like he wished for the ground to swallow him whole. Seeing him standing there butt naked was enough for you to crack up, breaking the tension from the argument. DK, on the other hand, wasn't sure whether to profusely apologize for throwing the towel at you or hide for the rest of eternity.

Mingyu

❀ Mingyu often feels like the perfect boyfriend; he loves to cook and clean and lives to pamper you whenever he is able to. He takes your teasing very well, enjoying when you cheekily poke fun at him blatantly showing off his trained physique in front of fans. Although staying in Korea can sometimes be overwhelming, he truly makes you feel right at home. He strives to introduce you to his friends and tries to make as many new memories with you so that you wouldn’t have to miss your home country too much.

❀ When you guys moved in together, you had been ready to have it be another cherished memory. That was until Mingyu dropped a very precious ceramic bowl. The bowl had been a present from your family when you moved out, and you had dragged the bowl with you all the way to Korea. It was a meaningful keepsake you had taken with you from your home country, allowing you to have a piece of home in a foreign place. You had mostly used it as decoration in your previous apartment, and you were incredibly careful when using it, knowing that once it fell, it would be incredibly difficult to replace.

❀ Consequentially, when you watched your boyfriend drop it onto the floor, shattering your treasured keepsake into a thousand pieces, you felt a part of yourself fracture simultaneously. Mingyu didn’t seem to recognize what he had broken, sheepishly apologizing to you before jokingly remarking that the bowl had been rather ugly anyway. You knew he wasn’t aware of what he had broken and that it would be unfair for you to get mad at him, as it had been an accident after all. Nonetheless, seeing something so important to you not only get broken beyond repair but also mocked, set you off.

❀ As a result, you started yelling at a stunned Mingyu, who wasn’t expecting your explosive reaction at all. In turn, he got aggrieved, feeling like your reaction was disproportionate to the situation. Voicing that, however, only made you more upset, and as you tried to pick up the broken pieces to throw them out, you started crying, sobbing to yourself that it truly was beyond repair in your native tongue.

❀ Mingyu, in retrospect, doesn’t know whether it had been your crying or you switching languages, but as he watches you tearfully throw out the pieces, his anger completely vanishes, only to be replaced by an intense feeling of guilt. He will hug you tightly, apologizing for breaking something that had obviously been very important to you. After you explain what the bowl stood for, he will try his hardest to get you another bowl as a surprise, contacting your family to have them send over a new one.

❀ In the end, all is well, and to be honest, you might love the new bowl a lot more as it reminds you of how much Mingyu genuinely treasures you.

The8/Minghao

❀ Minghao and you had decided to go on a wine painting date; you had stumbled upon it not too long ago, excitedly proposing it to your boyfriend, knowing it combined two of his favourite things. Minghao had been looking forward to the date for the past week, feeling giddy despite the exhausting dance practices. He would tell anyone that would listen about the date, gushing over how well his girlfriend knew him.

❀ It was an absolute surprise to both of you when the workshop ended with you arguing. The workshop had started innocently enough, with you guys following the instructions, laughing whenever a brushstroke failed to turn out how you had intended. The wine tasted great, and both of you were amazed that the workshop was pouring such luxurious wine.

❀ However, as the workshop progressed and the teacher made his way past all the other participants to check on their progress, things turned sour pretty quickly. The moment the teacher laid eyes on you, he was enamoured and absolutely oblivious that you were on a date with your boyfriend.

❀ At first, you assumed that the teacher was only being nice when he lingered longer at your station than others. You presumed that he was being friendly and that, with you and Minghao being the last people he needed to check up on, he stayed to kill time until he needed to introduce the next set of instructions. You failed to notice that Minghao had grown awfully quiet as you conversed. When the teacher reached over to guide the paintbrush in your hand, you started to get the hint that the teacher was trying to hit on you.

❀ Minghao, on the other hand, had been noticing the glances from the teacher since the beginning of the workshop. Although he prided himself in rarely being jealous or upset, the wine made it harder for him to let his gnawing feelings go. He knew his anger was unfair and misplaced, but it didn't make him feel any less upset. Even when you gently let the teacher down by telling him that you and your boyfriend could figure it out yourselves from here, the hurtful feeling persisted.

❀ Thus, when you turned to him afterwards to check on why he had been so quiet, only to be met with a curt Minghao, you began arguing. You knew he was jealous, but he had started to take it out on you. Thus, you did the only thing you knew that could possibly cheer your boyfriend up and shake him out of his jealousy. You took his face gently in your hands, rambling sweet nothings in your native tongue.

❀ Minghao loves hearing you speak in your native language to him, feeling like nothing is more intimate than only him being able to understand the sweet nothings you are saying. He will momentarily blank as he tries to process your sweet words. It is enough to melt away his jealous feelings, making him feel a bit stupid for letting it influence his actions and words (as well as any hope the teacher had to get your number afterwards).

Seungkwan

❀ We all know that Seungkwan likes to nag and tease, not a stranger to playful bickering. Nevertheless, Seungkwan strikes me as someone who is very open with his emotions, preferring to discuss what is bothering him rather than bottling things up. Thus, you two rarely get into actual fights, as he ensures that you two regularly talk about the problems you experience as a couple. At the same time, Seungkwan is a bit of a sensitive boy, and sometimes it is easy to get into arguments with him without either of you meaning to let things escalate. A joke might not land and instead hurts his feelings, leading to an angry and butthurt Boo.

❀ During some of your playful fights, he noticed that you struggled to keep up with his Korean, switching to your native language in frustration when the Korean escaped you. He couldn’t help but feel slightly bad about you having to constantly accommodate him, which is why he devised a plan. Without you knowing, he spend a significant amount of time online skewering the internet to search for basic sentences, mildly insulting phrases and not-too-harsh curse words that he could use if you guys got into another playful argument. Instead of only you having to struggle in Korean, he felt it was only fair for him to wrestle with your native tongue as well.

❀ He finally gets to use it when you guys have a heated discussion over which coffee is the best on one of your many coffee dates; he keeps maintaining that Iced Americano is the best coffee that exists, something that you wholeheartedly disagree with. At first, you are able to respond to him in Korean, easily countering his arguments. However, as the discussion progresses, you can’t help but feel like Seungkwan intentionally is using advanced and eloquent Korean, using words you have never heard before. It doesn’t take long before you start switching out Korean for your native language, trying to hold your ground in the discussion.

❀ It is kind of comical when Seungkwan whips out a list of standard phrases, curse words and insulting sentences in your language, way too eager to use them. Rather than you surprising him by switching languages unconsciously, he is catching you off guard by using your own language against you. He is reading the sentences one by one, and although his pronunciation leaves a lot to be desired, you can tell he put a lot of effort into learning it. You don’t even know whether to be impressed by the fact that he poured so much work into arguing with you in your native language or offended by the, albeit mostly harmless, insults that he is hurling at your head.

Vernon

❀ Vernon strikes me as an emotionally mature person. Therefore, the two of you rarely argue with each other, if at all. Vernon is such a chill guy; it takes a lot to truly get him riled up, and even when he gets emotional, he is capable of maturely handling his emotions. Because of it, you haven’t had any real fights, only mature discussions on how to best navigate whatever problem you two were experiencing in the relationship.

❀ However, there was one thing that you and Vernon could argue for hours about, films. Usually, your film discussions are very civil, with each respecting the other’s opinion even if the other wholeheartedly disagrees. Hence, you guys have made it a routine to put a film on every other night, spending the rest of the evening talking about what you liked or disliked. Both of you enjoyed watching films together in this manner, with the discussions often taking up as much time as watching the films did.

❀ Tonight, however, you made the mistake of putting on a film you adored for nostalgic reasons. The film had been produced in your country, and after searching for it for a while, you had finally found a version with English subtitles. You were incredibly excited to be able to show Vernon the type of films you had grown up with. At first, you thought he was enjoying it; Vernon seemed absorbed as he watched the screen, nodding to himself when he appeared to like a particular scene. Nevertheless, once the film had ended and you eagerly turned to ask him whether he had liked it, he briefly hesitated before calling it mid.

❀ You stared at him in confusion, wondering whether you had been watching the same film. How could he call one of your favourite films mid? Sure, the budget might not have been spectacular compared to a Hollywood blockbuster film, resulting in some questionable CGI and cinematography choices. Still, it was a great film, in your opinion. When you asked him to explain himself, he shrugged, explaining that he simply thought it hadn’t been that good and that both the plot and cinematography left a lot to be desired.

❀ You were greatly offended, and before you knew it, you were heatedly arguing with him. Vernon remained calm rather than matching your energy, explaining that it was okay for you to like a film that just wasn’t his taste. Somehow his indifference annoyed you more, and before you knew it, you were ranting at him that he simply didn’t get how innovative the film was despite the constraints the director had to overcome. Perhaps by being exposed to your native language for such a long time, you brain got reset, and without you being fully aware of it, you had started using your mother tongue. Where before Vernon had been attentively listening, he now seemed lost, alerting you to your accidental mistake.

❀ It was the first time where you had switched languages in his presence, and he realizes that perhaps he had been overly critical. He will gently propose that maybe he was unable to fully enjoy the film as much as you did due to things getting lost in translation. You know he is mostly humouring you, but regardless, it is enough for the one-sided argument to dissipate. How can you stay mad at someone who is the definition of calm and respectful?

Dino/Chan

❀ In retrospect, you should’ve listened to Jeonghan’s warning when you decided to order Soju during dinner. Neither of you had expected to drink, but after a busy workweek, the two of you had decided, “Why the hell not.” You were massively regretting it now, having to deal with a drunk and stubborn Lee Chan.

❀ He refused to do anything you asked of him, and you were practically dragging him through the streets of Seoul, whilst he kept repeating that he wasn’t drunk and could take care of himself. Yeah, sure, he definitely did not keep stumbling over his own feet and was only kept from falling by your grip on his arm. It didn’t help that he kept trying to dislocate himself from you either, claiming that, as your boyfriend, he should be helping you.

❀ It all came to a boiling point when you decided to hail a taxi, too tired and exhausted to continue carrying him. Jeonghan had told you all about stubborn drunk Dino, but you had hoped that you, as his significant other, held enough sway over your boyfriend to coax him into the taxi. Spoiler alert, you didn’t, and instead, the two of you got into an argument. No matter what you said, he kept repeating that he could hail his own taxi. He’s a big boy now.

❀ Maybe it was your sore muscles from carrying him, perhaps it was Dino stupidly refusing your help the entire time or possibly it was the taxi driver warning that he would drive off if the two of you didn’t get in, but suddenly in the midst of your sentence, you switched to your native tongue. In an attempt to get him moving, your tipsy, fuzzy brain resorted to the easiest language for you to yell in. Apparently, that was all it took for Dino to shake himself out of his stubbornness.

❀ The poor guy will be so confused that he’ll easily let you drag him by the arm into the taxi. He can’t determine whether he is truly so drunk that your words have become illegible or that you actually spoke a different language. At the very least, for the time being, you have managed to break through stubbornly drunk Dino, and he lets you guide him whilst he is trying to figure it out in his fuzzy brain.

❀ He will definitely be asking you about it the next morning whilst nursing a massive hangover, thinking it was all a dream.

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To the Anti-Jedi/Pro-Anakin Crowd

Pt. 3 of It's Okay to Love the Jedi and Anakin at the Same Time

(See my other posts –> It's Okay to Love Anakin and the Jedi at the Same Time, and To the Anti-Anakin/Pro-Jedi Crowd)

The Jedi Order (regardless of whether you ascribe to Canon or Legends) is an incredibly beautiful religious order that survived for thousands of years with a philosophy of compassion and understanding, as well as a dedication to preserving life and protecting those who could not protect themselves.

When you think about who Anakin is at his core– someone who very literally risks his own life to help others with no thought of reward as a nine year old boy– he easily embodies what it means to be a Jedi, and Qui-Gon recognizes this.

For me personally, it doesn't make sense to love Anakin and hate the Jedi Order, because Anakin truly loved being a Jedi. And the only thing more important to him than being a Jedi was being with Padmé.

We pro-Anakin people can discuss all we want about how the Jedi wronged Anakin, but it will never change the fact that being a Jedi was his calling and he loved it. It was his passion. He felt like he was truly doing good as a Jedi. Which is why Padmé never asked (and never would have asked) Anakin to leave. She knew how much it meant to him, she understood the purpose it gave him.

We also cannot ignore the fact that the Jedi Order is not perfectly represented by its members. Just as we cannot pick out one single person from any religion and say, "All people from that religion are like this" we also cannot pick out one (or even a few) Jedi and say the same.

I think a lot of people are overly critical of the Jedi Order because there were many Jedi who were not perfect Jedi. Yet this is a bit of a ridiculous standard to hold anyone to. Every single Jedi, Master Yoda included, was often tested by their circumstances and sometimes they failed.

Even the very best do not always succeed.

Yet, the failings of the Jedi Order in the Prequels are not due to a flawed core ideology, they are due to the mistakes of good people with good intentions, under the intense pressure of war and the manipulations of a Sith Lord.

What it means to be a Jedi is an ideal that no one will ever fully embody. Because ideals, while perfect in conception, are interpreted and played out by imperfect people– because everyone is flawed, no one is perfect, it's a fact of existence. Jedi like Yoda and Qui-Gon are a few of the (many) Jedi who do a wonderful (if imperfect) job of embodying the Jedi Ideal. But then you have Jedi like Ki-Adi Mundi (at least in Legends) who is so emotionally distant he seems less compassionate and more cold.

I firmly believe it is unfair to judge the entire philosophy of the Jedi Order by its members who do a poor job of embodying the Jedi Ideal, or even on the mistakes better Jedi make.

The Jedi Order is not some cult that forces people into it– parents can decide whether or not to give up their child to the Jedi, and that child can choose to leave at any time.

Even in the Revenge of the Sith novelization, Anakin decides he's going to leave the Jedi Order when he finds out Padmé is pregnant. He could have left the Jedi Order at any time before that, he could have lived happily with his rich wife. But when Anakin makes this decision, he is not running from the Jedi, he is running toward his family.

If he could have remained a Jedi and had a family with Padmé, he absolutely would have.

Anakin truly believed in being a Jedi. He made it a part of who he was as a person, and even though he broke the Jedi code of conduct on multiple occasions, he still believed in it. It's why in the Revenge of the Sith novelization he feels so awful about the way he killed Dooku– he understood it was wrong, and not the Jedi way, and he doesn't feel good about it.

Nearing the end of the Clone Wars, Anakin may have lost faith in (at least some of) the decisions of the Jedi Council, but Anakin doesn't ever lose faith in the Jedi as a whole– until he's given no other choice, when Mace Windu is about to kill Palpatine.

(See my post –> Was Mace Windu About to Defeat Sidious? and my post –> Anakin's Breaking Point where I use quotes from the ROTS novelization and the movie to discuss Palpatine's terrifying manipulation of Anakin and the battle in the Chancellor's Office.)

The only reason he betrays the Jedi is because he believes it is the only way to save Padmé, and this is made abundantly clear in the Revenge of the Sith novelization. He doesn't hate the Jedi, but he cannot imagine living without Padmé.

Even when Anakin says, "From my point of view, the Jedi are evil!" in Revenge of the Sith, it's more because the Jedi are standing in his way. The Jedi would not make him a Jedi Master– and he didn't really care about the rank, it was more that he wanted to read the secret texts in the Jedi Archives that only Jedi Masters could read to find a way to save Padmé. And then, Palpatine will not teach him how to save Padmé until the Jedi are destroyed.

In conclusion to this three post series, the Jedi Order wronged Anakin in so many ways, and we can't overlook that. But it was less due to Jedi philosophy, and more due to Jedi politics and the interpretations of certain Jedi at the time.

Also, Anakin wasn't brainwashed by the Jedi– he regularly disobeyed the Council and carved out his own path. And yet, being a Jedi was still very meaningful to Anakin and we can't overlook that either.

I realize I'm probably leaving stuff out, but this post was getting too long. If you have any problems or concerns, feel free to send me an ask about it!

#It's Okay to Love the Jedi and Anakin at the Same Time #pro anakin #pro jedi #the jedi order #jedi #padmé amidala #yoda #revenge of the sith #jedi philosophy #darth jess

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mentohol-blog · 2 months ago

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I put on one of my favorite records to help me focus, but I got distracted by reflections on my long-held belief that Rooster is one of the best expressions of empathy and healing your inner child that I've ever heard put to music. Let me explain. (Trigger warnings—some sensitive topics below cut (childhood neglect/abuse mentioned in a non-explicit way, non-explicit mention of combat related trauma, process of healing also discussed).

Jerry Cantrell wrote this song while placing himself in the shoes of his father, a Vietnam combat veteran. The trauma of Cantrell Sr.’s wartime experience contributed to him being a distant, cold partner and father, and this led to Jerry’s mother, Gloria, divorcing Cantrell Sr. and taking Jerry and his siblings away from the home for their safety and well-being. Jerry didn't spend much time with his father following the divorce, and resentment towards him grew.

Now, children are good at coming up with explanations for neglect and abuse. These explanations are usually miles away from the truth (for example - my Dad doesn't spend time with me because I'm a bad kid and I’m not worthy of his time). These explanations can then impact these children’s self-esteem, self-efficacy, and ability to form healthy attachments for the rest of their lives unless they take the time to acknowledge, deconstruct, and restructure them. I’ve heard horrendous things that have happened to children, told to me by people in their 80s who are still working to heal from these psychological wounds. And forgiveness is not the answer for everyone, despite what pop psychologists may spout.

It isn't necessary to forgive your abuser for you to find healing. It helps some individuals but isn't a requisite. There is no one-size-fits-all approach to recovery. The literature indicates understanding and self-awareness as more relevant and beneficial for a broader range of situations, which Jerry was working towards in “Rooster.” He was thinking, why was my father this way? He acknowledged Cantrell Sr.’s behavior towards him wasn't little Jerry’s fault. That there was nothing he could have done to change things and nothing he did made him deserving of what he experienced. He was 7 years old when they left his father. A baby. But these babies blame themselves. I've seen it countless times. So Jerry being able to sit down and work through what he experienced and the reasons why he experienced it and creating something so amazing in the process is truly incredible.

Important to note, gaining this understanding is not providing excuses for inexcusable behavior. It is instead about empowering oneself to finally let go of the misplaced guilt and shame that often accompany these types of experiences. To realize that you are not, at your core, rotten and deserving of bad things. Rather, you are a whole, multifaceted human being, capable of “good” decisions and actions (which don't make you an overall “good”) person, and “bad” decisions and actions (which don't make you an overall “bad” person) deserving of love, care, and respect from yourself and others.

So Jerry writes this song, gaining an understanding of his father’s traumas and how they contributed to his own childhood experience. He finds healing and reconnection through the process (again, reconnection and reconciliation are not always the goal). Then Layne sings the song. And he gains an understanding of Cantrell Sr.’s experience. The song becomes a hit, and millions of people around the world hear it. Many more find a sense of understanding and healing through it. Empathy is iterative. It spreads and heals, maybe not always to this extent. But if even one person can be positively impacted by being treated/ treating another with empathy and compassion, I think it's well worth it.

#alice in chains #dirt album #physical media #vinylcollector #vinyl records #empathy #layne staley #inner child work #jerry cantrell #tw childhood trauma #tw child abuse #tw child neglect #reflection #digital diary #rooster #i had a stressful day at work #so I'm posting a #long post #as a treat to myself

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mummy-loves-crinklybottys · 1 month ago

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Hi! I’ve been going around Tumblr wanting to ask this question to a few Mommies to get a better understand of how I should go about this, but do you have any tips for new Mommies? My boy friend recently came out to me about his fetish and wants to start incorporating it into our lives every now and again. Though… I’m quite submissive in my own right and not sure how I should go about acting or feeling about any of this. I want to be what he wants and enjoy it too. I think I just need some help. Thank you in advance 🧡

Ok so there's no short answer to this.

First things first: in my opinion, the most important foundation for any kink-related activity is enthusiastic, informed consent from everyone involved. Please make sure you’re not being pressured into doing anything you don’t truly want to do. Consent isn’t just about saying “yes” — it’s about feeling safe, comfortable, and excited about what you’re participating in.

If something makes you uncomfortable or you’re not enjoying it, don’t do it. I strongly advise against engaging in anything that doesn’t bring you some form of pleasure or fulfillment. Your enjoyment and wellbeing matter just as much as anyone else's.

It’s tricky to offer detailed advice about the dynamic without knowing more about what your partner is interested in exploring, but I’ll do my best.

The "Mummy" in me has always been there (I just didn't recognise it as that until it was introduced to me by an ABDL).

I've always been nurturing and caring and I like being in charge, I was born to lead- but gently, which is why being a Mummy suits me- I adore it. Also I don't know if your partner is interested in exploring diapers but sadly, I know that many DL's feel a lot of shame around this desire. I have always been passionate about creating and celebrating joy- regardless of how 'weird' other people may think it is- my number one priority as a Mummy is to empower and encourage my little to embrace the diaper-loving side of him without shame- in fact we celebrate it!

I could easily delve into all the amazing reasons I love being a Mummy, but that is not what you asked!

I would recommend having a very open discussion with your partner about what parts of the MDlb dynamic appeals to him, and talk about how you can incorporate into your relationship- in a way that you enjoy also- are there any parts that appeal to you?

For some it's just sexual, for others it's a lifestyle. No two Mummy's are the same and two little's are the same.

The most important thing to remember is that as long as everything is ethical, respectful, and all parties involved are consenting adults, there is absolutely no shame in exploring this "adult playtime".

I’m not sure if your partner identifies as AB, but what I will say is that there can be a lot of shame and misunderstanding surrounding this. It’s important to remember that interests like this often stem from a need for comfort, emotional safety, or stress relief — not something “wrong” or unhealthy. Like any kink or identity, it deserves the same respect and acceptance as any other. If your partner has shared this, it probably means they trust you. Try to meet that vulnerability with curiosity and empathy. You don’t have to fully understand or participate right away — or ever — but approaching the topic without judgment helps build a safe space for you both.

My tips to start:

• Ask your partner what this dynamic means to them. Everyone experiences it differently — for some, it’s about emotional comfort/ regression; for others, it may include elements of kink. Understanding the “why” behind it can help you feel less uncertain. Is it about diapers or regression? Is it about loss of control or humiliation? Just make sure it’s not about removing all responsibility in the relationship — you deserve to be considered, respected, and prioritised as a partner.

Yes, as a Mummy, it’s my job to make sure my baby feels cared for and looked after — but he also has a responsibility to completely adore and worship me, and to do his best to make me happy and proud.

• Set boundaries. Don't feel pressured to do everything at once. It’s okay to take your time, and set limits. Consent and comfort go both ways.

• You don’t have to ‘roleplay’. When I'm a Mummy it's just an extension of who I am. I know some people are put off by the idea of being a “caregiver” because they assume it means doing everything for their partner. Let me be clear: being a Mummy does NOT mean becoming a slave to this man.

• Learn together. If you’re unsure or feel awkward, communicate with your partner and remember- it's ok to laugh!- sex is hilarious when you think about it. Kink doesn’t have to be serious.

Continue to read blogs, watch videos, connect with people/communities online- to give you a broader understanding of the dynamic and 'cherry pick' what works for you.

• Aftercare and regular check-ins are essential in my opinion. This dynamic often involves a lot of emotional vulnerability for both parties, it blurs alot of lines.

Make time to check in with each other — not just about what felt good, but also about what didn’t. Feeling safe, seen, and heard is important for both of you. Communication is so important, don't be frightened of it.

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rooksstuff · 18 days ago

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Family - Emmrich Volkarin PT2

"I want to have your children."

A gaping silence, Emmrich's face slack, rampant thoughts a mess as Lillian's face turns redder by the second, ruddy face already turning ruddier.

"I-I mean- I don't- I mean I do! But, I just- it's- I want-! I-I-Isaysomethingplease!" Her voice is shrill, edging on hyperventilating as Emmrich says nothing, looking at her blankly, mouth dropped open still. "I-I-nevermind. No. Forget it!" She shoves a hand into his face, pushing him away as she grabs a pillow to cover her face.

"My dear-" He moves, gripping her pillow to tug it away, but it remains firmly lodged in place. "Darling-" He grunts as he tries to wrestle the pillow away, but she doesn't want him to see her, red faced with tears welling in her eyes. "Lily!" Her head snaps up at that, his tug sends the pillow flying as he grabs her by the chin, rings pressing into her cheek as he turns her head towards him, before he reaches up to brush away a stray curl sticking to her cheek from her tears. "You must give me time to process things. Your brilliance surpasses mine at times, so your mind may run through things faster. That is not a rejection." He presses his forehead to her own. "Now," His free hand takes hers. "was this what was occupying your thoughts today? You were rather distracted."

"Ahsufnidus" She squeaks out, burying her face in her hands, and Emmrich simply chuckles, standing to slide behind her on the lounger, fingers going to play in her hair.

"I suppose we are getting rather serious," He admits, braiding her locks alongside her head. "It would be a prudent, to discuss this." He pauses in his braiding. "Is this something you want? Not a random thought, of "I should have children", is it?"

"No, I... was observing you today, with the kids in the Diamond, and... I couldn't stop thinking about you, and... me... and kids..." She murmurs, fingers linking with his when he reaches for one of her hands. "I mean... Manfred is basically our kid... and I just couldn't help but think about... having kids, being pregnant, with you." She says softly, her eyes focusing on the wall before her. "I... how much do you know about my past?"

"Not much, I suppose. I know there was a flood of magic in the Ingellvar crypts- enough to draw attention from Vorgoth. That when he went to investigated, he returned with a babe- you. And... when he learned of our paramour, he took me aside to explain to me about your relationship with Arthur, and how it ended."

"Ah..."

"I'm truly sorry." He says, and she grimaces, shaking her head.

"I don't... have a family." She says softly, her voice weak as Emmrich stiffens. "Vorgoth raised me, obviously, but there is nobody who... knows me. Is related to me... shares my blood. I feel... empty, and alone." She grabs another pillow, clutching it to her chest. "I don't want to have a kid, just because they'll share my blood, but at the same time... having someone who is... part me? It's something I want, more than anything in the world." She admits. "I don't want to feel so alone."

"Darling," He winds his arms around her, clutching her to his chest like she did with the pillow. "you will never be alone, again, for as long as I live." He promises, pressing a kiss to her temple. "I personally would love to see a child with your curls, and smile, that mischievous one that you make right before annihilating a group of foes with one cast of magic."

"As long as they get your nose." She turns in his arms, reaching up to gently trace her fingers across his nose. "And maybe your eye color." She places gentle kisses over his eyelids, thinking about how often other kids of the Necropolis teased her over her heterochromatic gaze and black sclera.

"I love your eyes! Why deny our child them?" He asks, tutting as he leans in to press a kiss over her eyelids in return.

"Because I know what it's like, to be tormented for something like my eyes." She replies, burying her head in his chest. "So, you do want them?" She glances up at him. "Kids, I mean. With... me?"

"Darling, I love you. I would love any child of ours, blood or not, and I would be honored to have them with you, if that is what you wish." He traces his hands up and down her back. "You make me happy, and I would wish that I could return one tenth of that happiness, in any way you'd wish of me." She smiles, cheeks flooding with pink as she presses her face to his chest, ear to his heart, listening to the frantic beat slow as she slowly starts to get drowsy.

"I love you, Emmrich." She murmurs, almost silently, and he hums in response, showing how tired he is as well.

"And I love you, Dearest." He winds his arms around her. "Let's get ready for bed, shall we?" He chuckles as she pinkens once more, a heavy weight lifted from her shoulders as she nods, slowly standing only for Emmrich to draw her back to him, holding her face close to his, bringing her in for a long, sweet, sensual kiss that leaves her toes curling in her boots. Things would be okay.

#dragon age #dragon age veilguard #dragon age: the veilguard #mourn watch #davg #lillian ingellvar #mourne watch rook #rook #da4 emmrich #dragon age emmrich

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obislittleone · 2 years ago

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Come What May

Episode 4/?

Obi-Wan Kenobi x Padawan!Reader (little one)

Warnings: slight angst, mentions of pregnancy and miscarriage, allusions to smut but no actual smut. canon typical violence, robbery?? idek y'all

A/n: I can't believe I edited this in one sitting but here u go now be fed and I'll probably post another one in two months lol

NINE YEARS LATER…

The sand was relentless, as it always was. Such was the life on Tatooine.

The days, though boring and long, brought a sense of peace and security to you. It was comfortable, and you didn’t have to worry about being chased.

Life with Obi was still blissful, though he’d become a different sort of person than he used to be. He was still yours, and one thing that would never change in his life was his unending love and devotion to you. Over all the bad things, you were still there, and if that was so, his life could never be all bad.

He became grumpy easily, but you often teased him, joking about how old he was truly getting. He’d hate when you pointed it out, because he already felt so much older than he had when the war was going on. Many would argue that it aged him, but truth be told, he was perhaps living the youngest days of his life back then.

You, of course, had continued to mature into the beautiful woman he’d always seen before. You looked different, sure… but all the ways you’d changed, he would think were for the better. He loved how normal you seemed. It was always so much more peaceful, living here. It was mundane and often quiet, but it was peaceful, and far less demanding of your former lifestyle. He had always hoped you could live a simple and sweet life, maybe not on this maker-forsaken planet, but having days that were just the same.

The daily routine was easy, and by now implanted in both of your minds. It was second nature, and hard to mess up even if you tried. The mornings were always slow, as the work hours were different from what you’d once known. After dragging each other from the warm confines of bed, there was a shared silence that would fall over you both as you continued to ready yourselves for each job you had. You had the fat end of the stick, getting to work in the city. You were legally dead across the galaxy, and the empire had no warrant for you in any scanner known to the systems. Especially not in the outer rim.

Obi-Wan had taken up the name Ben, the name he remembers from childhood. He doesn’t know if it was his original name, or if it was the name of his father, but it belonged to him somehow, and he felt it was easy to go by.

An hour was spent riding to anchor-head everyday, in order to clock in for your shift, and for him to catch a speeder to whatever work station they needed him at for the day. Lately he’d been harvesting flying Tibidon sand whales for their meat. He never failed to bring back a sliver of what he cut for your Eopie. It was something he did out of habit by now, but it somehow reminded you of a small thing he used to do for you many years ago.

Back in the age of the Jedi, before the clone wars ever began, Obi-Wan Kenobi had two padawans. One was the chosen one, and though he was often found to be a trouble maker, he was still the favorite among the two. The other was a small girl, not yet grown to her full capabilities. She always had a strong appetite, though, and the meals given to her were never enough to satisfy her growing form. Obi-Wan was quick to notice little things like this, and always saved his portion of Ksharra bread for her to eat after everyone was finished. The smile it brought to her was not soon forgotten…

What a sweet memory, and you almost always thought about it when you were watching him interact with the Eopie. He was gentle to all creatures, even after he became a bit hardened and settled into his new role of life.

After the ride home, there were meals that were shared in a comfortable quiet, and then a discussion of the day. It was definitely a more quaint way to live, but you preferred it to the horrid idea of running for years on end. You always told him how thankful you were to be with him, to have him amidst everything. It was he who you remembered the earliest in your life, being there for you, watching out for everything you faced, and helping you through it. He was still doing that, in a way. Though it were not by the force, he gave advice of work topics, different moody customers that would come in during the day, and even just ideas to help the work day seem faster.

It was only after he left for bed, with you watching the stars rise, that you were able to meditate. To revel in the force and to trust in its ways without anyone stopping you. Not to say that Obi-Wan would stop you, but he perhaps would try and convince you it still was not safe. It was you, however, that kept up your daily strength by meditation, and use of the force without his knowledge.

Though he would never know, your strong uses of the force were the thing that helped him sleep through the night, as he often woke up with nightmares, stirring your slumber as well and making you alert to the bad things his mind conjured. It was mostly Anakin, because how could it not be? He was his Master and his best friend, a true brother and ally. He had to have felt some sort of responsibility for what happened to him, all leading up to his death.

You too felt semblances of guilt, but you dealt with it in other ways. For him, these nightmares were often occurrences, and it was due to you that he got any sleep at all.

He would sometimes sit straight up at a moment’s notice, scaring you awake and realizing what had happened. He would breath fast and loud and not be able to slow it down, not even when you wrapped your arms around him from behind, whispering soothing words like he once did for you in your time of nightly terrors. At first, he was lucky to get back to sleep at all… but the more it happened, he found you being near him helped to calm him back to sleep. He’d cut himself off from the force, he had no use of it anymore. He didn’t know it was because of your old developed ability to take away the bad dreams. You always slept soundly beside him, even before you were together. Whenever he was laid next to you, there was not a dream that could plague your mind for the worse.

There was one night when he woke up, calling his old Master’s name. He sometimes dreamt of the way he died. He felt as though it was also his fault, that he could have prevented the Sith Lord Maul from destroying his only father figure.

It was all you could do, to sit with him, and try and calm his mind… but that night was harder. He had begun counting his failures as if they were stars, making them the only thing in the forefront of his mind, and rejecting anything that wasn’t his detrimental thoughts.

You sat with him until sunrise that day, but once the twin suns were over the dunes of everlasting sand, the day went on as normal. The small moments of grief and self loathing were forgotten.

It happened this way, only sometimes.

Something that brought you both peace on the bad days was going out to the hills and crests outside of the moisture farms specifically that being owned by Owen and Beru Lars. It would never be uttered aloud, for these thoughts brought on more episodes of sadness, but watching a small boy grow up in the sandy plains was always bittersweet. Though Luke wasn't a starpilot, or a jedi knight, or a cunning strategist... he reminded you so much of Anakin. You knew Anakin at this age, and all the years after. Even little gestures Luke sometimes made to his aunt and uncle, would send a pang of guilt through your chest. Anakin should be the one watching his son grow up. You all should be retired somewhere nice, like Naboo, with Padme watching over the twins as Anakin and Obi-Wan once again conversed like the brothers they used to be. Bittersweet, watching Luke learn to tend the farm like his uncle, instead of watching him play with his sister whom he knows nothing about.

Obi-Wan would never admit it either, but it was both healing and detrimental to observe Luke from a distance. He was closer to the boy's father than Owen ever was, and much more deserved the title of uncle... but it was not to be. Obi-Wan was a hunted man, and allowing Luke to be close to him could be dangerous.

Obi-Wan would bow his head sometimes after watching the boy, trying to make sense of how everything in his life could have lead to to this, and what could have possibly gone wrong that the galaxy was this bad. He could not even have a relationship with the son of his dearest friend.

Recently, he had delved into something of an addiction for him, something that was a grounding tool to help him realize he wasn’t going insane in these days of mundane work and internal chaos on this maker-forsaken planet. Others might see it as normal, but he had never been so insatiable before now. He craved one thing, constantly… you.

Whether it be through physical intimacy, or even small touches of your skin, he couldn’t get enough, and it was causing him to form strong habits that would not soon falter. You were of course all too happy to indulge him, as for a long time after you first came to these mountains, there was a block between you. The emotional force bond being broken disrupted many things, and that was one of them. You hoped sincerely that this was not just a rut he found himself in, and that it would only last so long. You’d missed the late nights, shared kisses and times of devotion to one another. He was such a gentle and skilled lover, anyone would have killed to know this side of him, but it was you he chose, again and again.

Though one half of the dyad was not felt in the force, he was still the love of your life, and you’d come to know him in a different way these past years. He was not necessarily a new person, but knowing him without the force, and without your constant ability of silent communication, he did become unfamiliar at times.

Still, he was Obi.

Always, he was Obi… even when everyone else used the name Ben, you would never give up the way you’d called upon him since you were but three years old. In public, he was just Ben Kenobi, who worked out in the dunes of Tatooine for a days wage… but in your eyes he was still the great protector of the republic, the General of the 212th legion, and a Master of the Jedi council. Obi-Wan Kenobi.

You were late again.

Not to work.

You didn’t tell Obi of your suspicions, feeling as though there could be a mixed reaction from whatever came of your condition, if you were indeed under the diagnosis you felt you were.

It had been ten years, and you were sure you’d retained internal damage that might prevent this outcome, but of course, the galaxy has seen far more impossible things come to fruition. Anakin’s mother conceived him without a man at all, so with the rate that your husband and yourself were going, it was almost bound to happen.

You left work earlier than usual, and gave an easy excuse to your employer as to why, and he of course was more than happy to oblige. You were a loyal and decent worker, so he never had any reason not to. There was a small clinic in Anchorhead, not as far advanced or technical as the one you were able to go to in Mos Eisley, but good enough that you would find out what you need to know, or what you were certain you already knew.

Being still deeply connected with the force, you were able to tell something was there, just like the first time, although now there was a slight difference that made you question it at first. Obi still had no idea, and how could he? You hadn’t let on to it at all and there wasn’t an ounce of strangeness to your behavior. Throw in the fact that he can no longer sense those kind of things, and you have a completely oblivious husband.

The medical droid who tended to you was outdated, but even with old mechanisms and past due needed upgrades, it deducted your symptoms to a diagnosis rather quickly.

You were eleven weeks pregnant, no doubt about it after some quick testing.

Though you were nervous of what this could mean for you, it was far more of a joy. You never thought this would be possible again, given the circumstances of the last time leaving you with injuries that should have made you completely unable to reproduce.

You were so excited as you went back into work, reeling from the information, and trying to think of ways to tell the father of this child that he was in-fact getting another chance at his dream. It wasn’t how you both had planned. You’d wanted to settle down amongst your friends, on a beautiful planet like Naboo. You had hoped for the freedom of the galaxy to give you the opportunities of a peaceful existence. Instead, you were stuck here, on Tatooine. The ugliest planet in the outer rim and much worse than you remember it from your first visit all those years ago. It was all for a reason, of course. Obi-Wan was a wanted man, in nearly every system there was a bounty on his head, with more than enough hunters out searching for him to bring his body dead or alive to the empire. You, of course, being legally dead and all, could go anywhere you wanted… but without him you saw little point in traveling away.

This child would mend the broken dreams you both had for the future, you were sure of it.

You went back about your work with a gleeful smile adorning your face, being extra friendly to patrons and even giving them a little extra for their buck. You couldn’t help the joy, it was too strong to keep bottled up for later. You were sure, though, it would still remain long into the day, and all the others after.

You’d been cleaning out a glass behind the counter when it happened. A group of robbers from out in Mos Eisley came rushing in, holding everyone at blaster point and shouting for them to get down. You grabbed a knife from the nearby drawer, trying to strategize through the force how to deescalate the situation without hurting anyone. Your skills were just the slightest bit rusty, even though you practiced whenever you got the chance. A knife wasn’t exactly your weapon of choice.

The leader of the group stepped forward to the owner of the bar, and told him to empty the credit holds into his sack, but the owner hesitated, turning your way as if asking what he should do. You started taking quick steps towards him, pushing him out of the line of the blaster before it could go off. You waited for them to start shooting, but instead heard the ignition of a lightsaber. Or at least, it sounded a hell of a lot like one.

You jumped to your feet, watching over the counter as the scene played out. There was a man, around your age, wielding a lightsaber to defeat the robbers. They all went down pretty quickly, except one whom the man didn’t see behind him. You called for him to watch out, but he didn’t have enough time to react, so you raised your hand, focusing all your force energy on throwing the last enemy to the wall before he hit the ground.

He turned to you, eyes wide and saber still ignited.

“Did you just-?” He narrowed his eyes in your direction, and something seemed to click in his head.

Nobody else had seen you do that, but him seeing it was enough.

The bar rang with cheers and clapping in applause for the Jedi, who had saved the people in the establishment from being harmed by the robbery. They all commended him, and you had half a mind to forget it ever happened, just go back to work, but the man was keen on speaking with you. Even after the owner, and your boss, had spent a rather long time thanking him and offering him solace in the place, he wouldn’t be done until he’d had a word.

You were mixing up celebratory drinks for a few patrons when he finally was able to corner you, standing over the bar and keeping his voice down.

“I know who you are,” he said softly, as if trying not to spook you away. Most Jedi were like rare animals nowadays. Almost extinct, and completely vulnerable to sudden attack.

You set the glasses onto a tray and made eye contact with him for a single second, sending a glare his way before you went out to the tables and served the drinks around. He stayed and waited at the bar, and when you came back he sighed out.

“I know this must be hard, but I haven’t seen another Jedi in so long,” he rambled, all under the guise of a whisper, of course. You wouldn’t lie, as much as you feared the empire for everything it has taken from you, it was almost a breath of fresh air to see there were others, who hadn’t been stomped out by their evil yet.

“I was never a Jedi,” you said, but ultimately, you knew, no matter what you said, he knew who you were. As strange as it sounds, being the padawan of a famous Jedi came with some sort of notoriety. “You’ve got the wrong person.”

“I know that it’s you, because you’re supposed to be dead,” he had seen your name on the list of the deceased Jedi, along with his own name on the list of hunted ones.

“I am dead.”

He isn’t sure what he was expecting you to say, maybe that you’d been like him, hiding for the last ten years and hoping that there would come a time when Jedi could arise again. But that wasn’t realistic. As long as the empire held rule over the galaxy, there could never be peace and freedom. Not for your kind, anyway.

“And I’m not coming back,” you added ominously, cleaning out the glasses that had just been set on the counter for you to deal with.

He stayed silent a few moments, but didn’t leave. Even if you didn’t speak to him, you understood why he lingered. The only Jedi you have in your life anymore is Obi-Wan, but he’s cut himself off from the force. There is no familiarity of what was. This man is probably on his own, and has been all this time. He craves the sense of normalcy your presence is probably bringing right now. Perhaps you crave it too, and maybe it’s the reason you don’t shoo him away.

“He’s here too, isn’t he?” He asked after a while.

“I don’t know who you’re talking about,” you weren’t doing yourself any favors in gaslighting this poor man, but you’d built yourself a wall of protection, and it wasn’t going to come down so easily.

“You were inseparable,” he recalls, and he knows you understand him, and that you’re just being standoff-ish. “I always wished to have that relationship with my Master.”

“Believe me, the relationship was far different from what everyone assumed it to be,” You let out sarcastically, finally being able to let your guard down a bit, but only enough that you could interact with him in a way that wasn’t stingy. You’d keep all current details hidden. He wanted to rehash the past? Fine, you could give him that.

“What it ended up as isn’t any of my business, but from what I could tell, the laws of attachment didn’t exactly apply.”

You huffed out a breath, followed by a drawn out ‘Nope.’

You thoughts shifted a bit, to just how poorly you followed the rules. You’re carrying the man’s child for force’s sake. You were never much one for the laws of attachment.

The man before you had a dumbfounded face on, and you mentally slapped yourself. You hadn’t been guarding your thoughts. You haven’t had to in so long and before you realized you needed you, it all just slipped into the open air.

“I’m sorry,” he uttered, bowing his head as if he’d been the one to provoke you. In actuality, you’d pretty much offered it all up freely for him to take, and you didn’t even know what to do about it.

“Don’t be, it’s my fault… it’s just-“

“Been a long time?” He guessed, and you nodded in agreement. “I understand.”

And now a complete stranger knew some very personal things. Perhaps he wasn’t stranger, though. He knew you, and Obi-Wan, and remembered the order from its glory days. You both had a sense of shared trauma that somehow bonded you without ever speaking a word to each other before.

“How did you recognize me?” You asked him after another bout of silence. You were drying off the dishes, and figured that as long as he was here, you would make the most of it. This clearly wasn’t an everyday occurrence. “I’m almost certain I’ve never met you up close before.”

He smiled, nodding to your hair, swept back into a style you’d become fond of lately. “Never met you, but I’d seen you around. You were rather well known among the order.”

“Guess those are the perks of being his padawan, huh?” You’d echoed your thoughts from earlier, and he chuckled.

“He was the person that everyone wanted to be. Not just a great Jedi, but a good man.”

Of course. You knew that better than anyone. He cared so deeply about everything he set his hand to. He was kind and gentle, though sometimes sarcastic and witty, but that too made him more likable in your eyes.

“He’s not changed in that aspect,” you let him know, and he took it as motive to tease you.

“I knew he’d be here,” he returned, and you looked up and laughed a bit. He’d caught you there. “He’d never left your side.”

You didn’t respond, just let that statement sink in. You guessed that many more Jedi in the order had perceived your relationship for what it really was, but never said anything. Maybe they were rooting for you, or maybe you gave them hope. It was all up for interpretation, but the one thing you could never deny was the realness in it. He’s never left your side, and he never will. Of that, you can be absolutely sure and certain.

When it was time to close up the bar that night, you’d left before the owner, making sure he was alright after the fiasco of the day. You passed your new and unlikely friend the Jedi on the way out as well, giving a simple nod that spoke more than just words. You knew he needed to talk with you, and as much as you will neglect to admit it, you needed to talk to him, too.

You found yourself at the stables before sundown, meeting with Obi by your shared Eopie, ready to go home.

You figured that the bundle of joy news could wait until things were a bit more settled. You didn’t know how the scene of today would go in the long run, or if imperials had been alerted, but you wanted to know about all of that before trying to make future plans for the child you were carrying.

He saw you enter the sectional, and smiled to you with that adoring look in his eye, the one that never faded.

“You won’t believe what happened today.”

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