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If I Fell For You (Part 4) - Safety Nets

Summary: The reader has her first date with Jensen, a simple dinner at home with him and the kids, but when they get a moment alone, he shares some information about the accident hardly anyone knows. Just as things start to get moving with the pair, Jensen has to head to Canada for filming ahead of schedule but he’s not so sure he can go back to whole weeks away from his family right now...

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Pairing: Jensen x nanny!reader

Word Count: 5,200ish

Warnings: language, death of a spouse, mention of injury, depression, anxiety, self-worth problems

A/N: Shopping buddies are the best ;) Please enjoy!

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“Can I help set the table?” you asked the next evening, Jensen shaking his head at you.

“JJ, can you set the table for me?” asked Jensen. She jumped up from the couch and got out silverware, setting an extra spot for you.

“Y/N, are you and dad on a date?” she asked when she finished up. You looked down from where you leaned back against the counter, Jensen chuckling.

“Yes we are sweetie. If this goes well I’d like to take Y/N out on Friday, maybe you guys can go to Uncle Jared and Aunt Gen’s,” he said.

“You should go out with dad,” said JJ.

“Oh I should?” you said, crossing your arms. “Why’s that?”

“Cause he’s strong and handsome and smart and funny and…” she said, holding up her hand and counting on her hand.

“The hair,” he whispered, a smirk crossing your face.

“Oh and he’s only got a few gray hairs!” she said.

“Oh. Well that is interesting,” you laughed, Jensen smacking himself in the face.

“Great hair, JJ. Not gray. Great,” he said.

“You do have gray whiskers,” she said.

“Like...barely,” he said. “See what I put up with? A few teensy tiny little patches in my beard if it grows out.”

“I don’t know if I can date a man of such frail age,” you said. He cocked his head and you laughed, JJ giggling as she went to get the plates.

“Keep it up you two,” he said. You walked over to him, JJ going past with the plates. “Come to tease some more?”

“I was told you’re quite handsome, thought I’d get a closer look,” you said.

“You can have as close a look as you want,” he said, flashing you a wink.

“Calm yourself, Casanova,” you said, reaching up to the cupboard to get another plate for JJ. “Here sweetie.”

“Thanks,” she said. She set it ran back over, hugging you. “Don’t go.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” you said.

“Good,” she said. You bent down and picked her up, resting her on your hip.

“Where’d you think I was going?” you asked. She shrugged and Jensen stopped stirring the pot.

“I don’t know. Wherever you were before. Dad’s a lot happier since you live with us now,” she said.

“Well taking care of you three is hard all by yourself,” you said. You set her down and patted her head. “Go get your brother and sister for dinner.”

“You’re good with them,” he said, stirring the pot again.

“They’re people. Small people that don’t know half of what adults do but still people. Sometimes you gotta treat ‘em like it. Most of the time actually,” you said.

“I talked to her earlier about this whole situation,” he said.

“Besides listing off all your selling points what’d she think?”

“Well apparently she’s in favor of me asking if you’d marry me tonight,” he said.

“Oh. Shotgun wedding. Simple. I like it,” you laughed. He turned his head and smiled, glancing down for a long moment, slowly returning.

“Why doesn’t this situation scare you? The kids, me who has been all over the place lately, not to mention my job, long distance, the shit you get just for-” he said, your hand covering his mouth.

“I didn’t say it’s not a lot, Jensen. It’s scary. Of course it is. Every single one of my relationships has ended badly for one reason or another. Friendships. Family ones. Romantic ones. You’re handsome and you’re so successful and I’m literally a nanny but you said you wouldn’t hurt me. So I’ll trust that you won’t and you trust I won’t hurt you and it’ll work itself out.”

“That simple huh.”

“I’m easy going. Let’s keep it simple,” you said.

“Simple works,” he said as you pulled the pot off the burner before it bubbled over. “Simple definitely works.”

“This is not a good idea,” you said two hours later, the kids in bed, you and Jensen jumping up and down on the trampoline in the yard.

“Oh most certainly not,” he said, landing near you and sending you up. You yelped and landed back down on your bottom, Jensen bouncing again, sending you up again and laughing this time. “Well that’s a cute sound.”

“Boys. Is it taught somewhere that you gotta tease a girl when you like her?” you asked, Jensen pulling you to your feet and bouncing around lightly.

“Right after manly man class, duh,” he said.

“You would have failed, I can tell you right now,” you said. He scoffed and you shrugged. “That’s kinda a really good thing.”

“That your ex? Tough guy all the time?” he asked.

“Not like, to that extent or anything. I had a bad day and I really needed someone and he let me down. He got mad at me for it actually. He called depression a phase I needed to get over with,” you said. He stopped bouncing and you did the same, glancing down. Next thing you knew he playfully tackled you onto the trampoline, rolling to his side and smiling at you.

“Some of my friends have it. One of my best friends does. Jared. If he ever knocks on the door late at night or whatever, let him in.”

“You take care of everyone in your life it seems,” you said.

“You take care of the people you care about, not insult them. Hopefully the ex figures that out someday.”

“How’d you figure it out?”

“I don’t do anything anyone else shouldn’t,” he said.

“Maybe that’s it,” you said. “You’re unapologetically good and you don’t even know how rare that is.”

“It takes up too much energy to be angry or mean or cruel. I’d just rather be happy,” he said.

“You got a lot of friends, don’t you.”

“My fair share,” he said.

“How many would you call close?”

“Maybe ten or so.”

“How many real close?”

“Two or three.”

“How many know what really happened that day? Your wife…” you said. He stared at you and swallowed.

“How do you know?” he asked quietly.

“Because when we met you said she died in an accident but then you said it was her head. You’re holding onto something, something you don’t talk about.”

“She was driving when the aneurysm happened. I was in the car with her. I almost died. It’s seemed easier to lie about that.”

“Who knows?”

“My parents and Jared. They’re the only ones.”

“You ever talk to anyone about it?”

“I went to talk to someone a few times. I’m better now,” he said with a smile. “I don’t share a lot if you may have guessed already. Not to too many people. But you it feels so easy to.”

“Must be special,” you said. He smiled and reached a hand over, twirling a piece of your hair in his fingers. “That why you like me?”

“There’s a lot of stereotypical reasons to like someone and part of that is true in why you choose someone I suppose. But there’s this other part that when you meet someone that you can’t really explain.”

“I get that. I get all of it. My brain always seems to want to go to the bad scenario first I suppose,” you said. You looked up at the black sky, Jensen toying with another strand between two fingers. “I wish it didn’t do that so much.”

“You’re just trying to protect yourself is all,” he said.

“But I come off as pushy and distant,” you said, turning your head. “Like I’m that person that’s cool with everything being casual.”

“Well think of it like this trampoline. It’s the only thing holding us up right now right?” he asked and you hummed. “Well my life, I’ve had thousands of safety nets below me to catch me when I fall so even if I tore through one, there was more to hold me up while the others got fixed. You never had as many to start and I think more of yours broke and there was no way to fix them in time so you kept tumbling through until you got to the ground.”

“Your point?”

“Maybe some people hit the ground and others never do. But the people who hit the ground, as they go back up they can make the best most solid nets in the world to hold them up. One good net beats a thousand flimsy ones.”

“So at what age do I get the wisdom?” you asked, turning your head and smiling over at him.

“You don’t. My job has made me fall through more nets than I wanted to and this year made me realize I might not have a thousand strong nets at the bottom but I just needed one to get by and now I’m working back up. You’re not even close to being down low either. You’ve already had the hardest part of your life. It’s all up from here.”

You leaned over and he lay back on the trampoline, gazing up at you. You lowered your head as he cupped your cheek, pulling you in close until your lips were touching. Part of your mind was reeling from that in itself but the other half knew that was his first kiss since his wife. You inched back but stayed close, Jensen peeling open his eyes.

“You okay?” you asked.

“Very,” he said. You lay back beside him, Jensen letting you go. His hand reached out for yours though and laced your fingers together. “Why’d you kiss me?”

“Wanted to,” you said.

“Cool. I wanted to kiss you too,” he said.

“Alright then.” You stared upwards, the trampoline shifting again. He popped into view propped up on one arm, your head turning slightly. He was flush, even in the dim light. He moved slowly but you let him come to you, a barely there gentle kiss that lingered, a thousand gears going in your head, likely a thousand more going off in his.

“I’m okay,” he said quietly as he pulled back a few inches. Your fingers carded through his hair and he smiled. “I’ll get the hang of this again. I promise.”

“That was more than enough for one night,” you said. “We said slow and we’ll go slow, okay?”

“Sounds good with me.”

Two Days Later

“Y/N, can I have a word with you in my office?” asked Jensen as you were picking up after dinner. You hummed and put the last fork in the dishwasher before following him down to a quieter part of the house. He shut the door behind you and he ran his hand over his face. “This is about work, my work, but it’s going to involve you. Heavily.”

“What’s up?” you asked, taking a seat in a chair. He sat in his by his desk, scrunching up his face.

“My job with that TV show, The Boys, it films in Canada. I’m gonna need to be up there four, maybe five months. The way things used to work with my wife was I would fly back home every weekend or every other weekend. I never went more than 2 weeks seeing the kids. I don’t have to film every day but it’s easier to stay there for the week. But it’s...it’s difficult for me. It’s difficult for them and...they lost one parent this year. I can’t stay away that long for months. I just can’t do it anymore.”

“That’s perfectly understandable,” you said.

“I’d like to temporarily move to Canada while I film. No flying back and forth. The kids can see me everyday and I can see them. JJ’s school still offers remote learning and I’m homeschool certified in a pinch. Twins can do daycare easy. The only issue I have is the same one I originally did. I still need a nanny. Only now in a different country...and it’s gonna be more late nights on the regular.”

“I see,” you said.

“This isn’t what you signed up for so if you don’t want it, that’s okay. I can find a nanny up there and we can try long distance and-” he said before you stood and walked in front of him.

“I’m in.”

“Really? I mean it’s gonna be awhile before we’re back in the states,” he said.

“It sounds like fun.”

“Awesome. I was really hoping you’d say that,” he said.

“So where are we going?” you asked.

“Toronto. Well, near there. I gotta start filming start of February but there’s promo stuff to do in late January,” he said.

“It’s already late January,” you laughed. “When do we have to move?”

“Uh, tomorrow,” he said. “Just got the call a few hours ago. I got a house to rent lined up already.”

“Oh wow. Alright. Uh, what do I need to do exactly?” you asked.

“Keep stuff normal. Don’t worry about cleaning or anything. Maybe box up anything you want to bring and some of the kids stuff. Toys, books, that stuff. I’ll handle their bags. We’ll ship it all up tomorrow and take a flight up at night,” he said.

“Okay, cool,” you said. “Wait I need like, a snow jacket right?”

“We’ll get you set up there with coat and boots and all that,” he said.

“Gotcha,” you said, starting to leave before you spun around and walked smack into his chest. “Wait. I have a lot more questions actually. Like...I don’t have a passport?”

“I know which is why tomorrow morning first thing you’re gonna go down to the post office, get your passport done up and when it comes in, we’ll get it shipped up to Canada,” he said.

“How do I get into Canada though?”

“We share a border with them so we bring your license and birth certificate, you can go right on in no problem,” he said.

“Oh. Okay,” you said. “Wait. I’ve never been on an airplane before. What-”

“Okay,” he laughed. “Take a hot second and breathe and we’ll go from there. I know it’s last minute but it’ll work out. I promise.”

“Y/N,” said Jensen, tapping your shoulder two days later. You hummed and reluctantly turned your head away from staring out the back sliding doors to the snow covered yard and trees around you. “Have you ever seen snow before?”

“No. Not like this,” you said, head going back to staring outside. “It’s something out of a movie.”

“You had that same look on your face when we took off last night in the plane.”

“What’s that?”

“Those little moments where the years fall off and you get that childish joy, like nothing bad has ever happened,” he said.

“I suppose there’s hope for me yet,” you said with a smile.

“Oh there was always that,” he chuckled. He threw an arm over your shoulders and you leaned into him. “Can I still take you out Friday?”

“Who’s gonna watch the kids?” you asked.

“My buddy.”

“Does he exist?” you said, grinning at him.

“Cute,” he said, ruffling your bedhead. “Yes he does exist. How’s Friday night sound?”

“Do I need a dress?” you asked.

“Probably. It’s a nice place,” he said. “My favorite place in Toronto actually. Jeans are perfectly acceptable there though.”

“I’ll pick out a dress today too,” you said. You kissed his cheek and watched them turn an ever so light pink. “You’re cute.”

“Shut up,” he chuckled. “Put your boots and coat on the card I gave you alright? That’s a business expense.”

“Whatever you say boss,” you said. “I’m gonna duck out before the little ones get up. I’ll try not to be gone too long.”

“Take your time. Drive slow in the snow until you get the hang of it, okay?”

“I will. I promise.”

“What the fuck’s the difference between therma heat and therma wear…” you mumbled to yourself, gawking at the glove rack at the store an hour later.

“I think it’s just marketing,” said the guy on the other side. You jumped and managed to knock about five pairs off the hangers. He laughed quietly and peeked his head around. “Didn’t mean to spoke ya.”

“It’s alright. I’m…” you said, the man smiling as you shook your head out. “Um...I…”

“You okay?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. You nodded and he smiled. “You sure cause you were just having a life crisis over gloves a second ago and now you can’t seem to form a sentence.”

“You’re Home…” you said, shutting your eyes. “You’re the actor that plays...I’m having a fucking day.”

“Looks like it,” he said, bending down and picking up some of the gloves. He laughed again and you got the ones closest to you, putting them back. “You know it’s like ten degrees outside right? Not exactly sneaker weather.”

“I know. This place looks pretty but it’s worse than a Texas summer almost with how cold it is.”

“I thought you sounded not from here,” he said with a smile. “I’m not from around here either. I do better with the heat myself.”

“Okay um, listen...uh, what’s your name, not Homelander?” you asked.

“Antony,” he chuckled again.

“I’m Y/N. I’m just gonna get the weird stuff out of the way cause…” you said as he smiled but stepped back a foot. “Yeah. Um I’m a fan but like...do you know Jensen Ackles?”

“Why?” he asked.

“He’s my boss...and my boyfriend but that’s another story. We might run into each other at some point, probably very likely. Just wanted to throw that out there.”

“Your boss?” he asked.

“I nanny his kids. I wouldn’t believe me if I were you either. I should go,” you said. You groaned when you were past him, hearing a pair of feet jog to catch up with you.

“I know you. You were on his instagram last week right? Yeah okay, that makes sense why a clueless Texas girl is stressing over gloves.”

“Excuse me?” He shook his head and smiled.

“Get a pair of thick gloves, thinner ones but not too thin, a warm hat, good boots for traction along with some boot spray and go with a longer hooded parka. It’ll be warmer. Throw in a few pairs of wool socks to be sure,” he said.

“Oh. Thank you,” you said. You looked back at the store and then to him. “There’s like five hundred coats in here.”

“How about you buy me a cup of coffee and I’ll help you out. Deal?”

“Why would you help me?” you asked.

“Well I’m gonna be working with Jensen quite a bit and he’s your boyfriend too apparently plus it’s just nice,” he said.

“You’re so not like your character.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment. We’ll be out of here in an hour tops.”

Antony turned out to be very helpful since apparently you had an uncanny ability to be attracted to the least warmth rated items in the whole store. But you had your parka and boots on now, other items tucked away in the bags as you browsed through a rack of black dresses at a different store.

“We dress shopping now?” said Antony, sipping on his coffee cup.

“Dude,” you said, jumping again. “You gotta learn to make noise.”

“It’s my natural stealth,” he said. “That one.”

“What?”

“That one,” he said, nodding to a dress on the wall.

“I can’t pull that one off,” you said.

“Try it. I’ll watch your stuff,” he said.

“You’re oddly nice,” you said. “To a stranger.”

“Well this beats my plans of walking around the mall buying crap I don’t need. Besides, I like you.”

“I have a boyfriend.”

“I’m taken,” he laughed. “Come on. Everybody needs a shopping buddy.”

“Okay but if you’re a weirdo Jensen will kick your ass,” you said, finding your size and taking it off the rack. “Just sayin’.”

“I like the guy more already,” he said. “It’s not like it’s your first date or anything.”

“...Second date.” He stared and looked away. “It’s…complicated.”

“I heard about...you know…the accident,” he said.

“Let him bring that up,” you said and he nodded. You took the dress into the changing room and smirked at the mirror. “Alright, maybe we give this one a shot.”

You changed back and found Antony on a bench outside.

“I should take you shopping more often,” you said. “You have good taste.”

“Sounds like a winner,” he said, handing you back your bags. “I gotta head out for work but it was nice meeting you, Y/N. I’m sure I’ll see you around very soon.”

“Me too. Thanks for the help today, really.”

“Not a problem at all. See ya later,” he said as he headed out. You gave him a wave and picked out a pair of black heels to go with the dress before you were heading home.

“Hey Jensen,” you said late that night. He’d had to go in for some photos in the afternoon and had taken quite a bit longer than he’d anticipated. “Leftovers are in the container on the top shelf.”

“Thanks, Y/N,” he said. He rubbed his eyes and padded into the kitchen before tossing the container in the microwave.

“Um, Jensen? Can I talk to you about work?” you asked. His ears perked up and he nodded while he looked around for a spoon. “Second drawer to the left.”

“Thanks,” he said. “So what’s up? Something wrong?”

“Not exactly. I was thinking earlier though about a backup plan,” you said. He took out the container and grabbed his spoon sitting across from you at the table.

“What’s a backup plan?” he asked, shoveling a spoonful of too hot pasta into his mouth.

“Well down in Austin, say I was suddenly unable to perform my job duties cause I’m sick or hurt or I’m off on vacation or whatever. Down there I have a network of other nannies that could step in temporarily, they can do a pick up or drop off in a bind, that sort of thing. It’s kind of a support group in way. It’s good for me and for you.”

“They must have one of those things up here?” he asked, taking a slower bite this time. You spun your computer around and he nodded. “Tornanny. That’s cute. You gotta sign up or something?”

“I need to take a four hour class. They have one on Saturday morning. Is it okay if I sign up?” you asked. He chuckled and took another bite of food.

“Weekends are still yours to do as you please. I need a bit more help during weeknights or mornings but weekends are still yours. I’m also compensating your pay for the additional time and no you’re not winning that argument so don’t even try.”

“Okay. I’m gonna sign up,” you said, turning the computer back.

“What was that thing on the side?” he asked.

“Hm?” you said as you started filling in the form.

“Some happy hour thing on the side,” he said. You flicked your eyes over to the side of the page and saw the group posting. “That could be fun.”

“Do I look like the kind of person that goes to happy hours?” you said.

“Well maybe you could meet a nanny friend in this group, one you could maybe get to cover for you if you ever needed it. I did steal you away from everything you know to a different country with a days notice after all. I’d go with you if you want,” he said.

“What about the kids?”

“Hm?”

“Jensen. I’m starting to see a fatal flaw in me being the nanny and us dating. I’m the person that should be watching the kids when you go out,” you said.

“Hm,” he said, eating for a few moments. “You do have a point. I think we need to renegotiate your contract.”

“Wait you’re firing me?” you said, Jensen shaking his head and laughing. “Okay cause you were about to lose a girlfriend for a second there.”

He smiled to himself and looked down, playing with his dinner.

“So what are you talking about?” you asked.

“Well, girlfriend,” he chuckled. “How about this? Weekends you don’t work, at all, for any reason. If you watch the kids for an hour while I duck to the store, it’s cause you’re doing it cause of us, not as part of your job. If we want to go out or on a date on the weekend, we’ll get a sitter. I had a go to in Vancouver when I lived there. I’ll give her a call, see if she knows anyone out here that would work. That sound good?”

“I guess that’s alright,” you said. He raised and eyebrow and you shrugged. “I enjoy our alone time, don’t get me wrong. I don’t want to take away from them though.”

“I appreciate the sentiment but I’m not saying…” he said before he trailed off and ate the last bites of his food. “I moved us so they could see me everyday which is far more than they ever did when I filmed my show. I will still make them breakfast. I will still put them to bed. I will still have lunch with them and play with them and all of it. They’ll always by my first priority. But a relationship with kids doesn’t always mean the kids are around. Sometimes they come with, sometimes they stay home. I’m not talking about ditching them for days on end. A few hours on a Saturday night, most of which they’ll be in bed asleep is all I’m talking about. We have a right to a little bit of time for ourselves. It’s not as easy with them than it was the first time around but we just have to try harder is all.”

“Okay,” you said. “I’m good with that. How was your first day?”

“Good. We did a lot of promotional stuff. I won’t start acting until next week. I heard you met Antony shopping today.”

“Yeah. I didn’t get a chance to tell you when I got home earlier. He seems like a nice guy.”

“He does. He invited us to dinner once we settle into a routine,” he said. “Apparently you two are shopping buddies now.”

“The man does know how to choose a dress.”

“Good thing I packed my lucky suit up here,” he said.

“Speaking of suits...you wouldn’t happen to have any of you in your Soldier Boy suit from today?”

“No spoilers,” he said with a smirk. You jutted out your lip and he rolled his eyes, taking out his phone. He tapped and slid it over to you, your eyes wide. You must have stared for a solid minute before you looked over at him, Jensen leaned back in his chair with his hands behind his head and a huge grin on his face. “You think I’m hot, don’t you.”

“Pft, no,” you said, biting your bottom lip before you licked it. He was still grinning out of the corner of your eye and you gave him the phone back. “Maybe...you’re kinda hot. But it’s totally the suit. Like right now, ugh, horrendous.”

“Nah, I’m hot,” he said, sticking out his stomach and rubbing it.

“I’m impressed you can actually do that,” you said.

“Everybody’s got a tummy,” he said. “Seriously though, you think the suit is cool?”

“It looks awesome. I’d love to see it in person,” you said.

“Oh you guys will be on set at some point,” he said. “I’m kinda nervous about next week.”

“Really? Why? You’re a great actor.”

“Have you ever seen a single thing I’ve done,” he chuckled.

“I did in fact see that horror movie on a date years ago. Something with like mining?” you asked.

“That’s what you saw? Like that movie? I hope the date worked out at least,” he said with a big smirk.

“Actually it was the crappy ex,” you said.

“Oh. You guys must have dated for a long time then.”

“Since we were seventeen,” you said. He stared and you shrugged. “I kept waiting for him to grow up and change. Eventually I realized he never would.”

“Did you love him?”

“I loved the idea of him. I liked him. I was with him for close to 12 years so I obviously liked him. But it wasn’t love. I could never be myself all the way around him and that’s not a way to live. There was none of that feeling when you first meet someone, you know?”

“Would I be pushing to ask if you ever thought about marrying the guy?”

“He did propose actually. A few times,” you said. “I turned him down. Things really went downhill from there though.”

“Why’d you say no?”

“I didn’t want to marry someone that made me feel bad about being me. Got tired of him telling me to get over everything that happened as a kid, dress a certain way, should I really have dessert, that kind of crap.”

“It’s part of who you are. I wouldn’t exactly call your past something to get over,” said Jensen. “Why would he even make you feel bad about it? You’re so normal.”

“I don’t think his daddy hugged him enough,” you said.

“No need to be a dick to other people for it,” he said. You smiled as you finished filling out the rest of the form for the class before sending it off. “Hey on the plus side I did get a good recommendation for daycare today. I was gonna check it out tomorrow morning, maybe get the twins in next week. Apparently they’re also hooked up with a school so JJ can go to school with some other American kids too instead of being stuck behind a screen here all day.”

“That’s great news. She can make some new friends that way. You know I was thinking maybe she could get signed up for indoor soccer. When I played the new season normally started right at the beginning of February.”

“Is it safe?” he asked. “I thought that could get pretty dangerous.”

“Adult leagues can be but kids her age it’s just running back and forth mostly. She could make some new friends, give her something fun to look forward to.”

“It’s not a bad idea. I would like her to be involved in something since she’s out of dance and soccer back home right now. I’ll talk it over with her in the morning,” he said. “She say something to you about it?”

“No. I just know what it’s like to be the new kid,” you said. “Soccer helped me make friends at school.”

“You and your mom move after your dad passed?” he asked.

“Uh, yeah. I was little so I don’t remember so much,” you said, an email coming in that your spot in the class was reserved. “Alright. Looks like I’m all set for eight on Saturday.”

“I’ll try not to keep you out too late on Friday night then,” he said.

“I never said that.”

“I like flirty you,” he said, both of you looking up at the ceiling when you heard a loud pair of giggles. “Duty calls. Goodnight, Y/N.”

“Goodnight Jensen.”

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A/N: Read Part 5 here!

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Extracurricular- Charlie Gillespie

Teacher!Reader x MusicTeacher!Charlie

Word Count: 2707

Author’s Note: Hi everyone! Just wanted to say thank you for all the love on “Needing You”! I wrote this up, a little self-indulgently, but hope that some of you will find some enjoyment from it!

It had always been your dream to be an elementary school teacher. For as long as you could remember, you would play school with your American Girl Dolls or stuffed animals as your students. When the time came for college, you’d picked a program that would allow you to get your Master’s quickly. After student teaching and some substituting, you finally had your own fourth grade classroom.

You hadn’t been at your school long, seeing as it was only October, but you’d been there long enough to meet some of the other teachers. You got along well with your team teachers, and even made a few teacher friends you could hang out outside of school with.

It was a Wednesday and for some reason your students had more energy than normal, and it was taking a toll on you. Luckily, they had Music in a few minutes, so you decided to end the lesson early and have them start getting ready for the special. They were quiet in the hallway, giving you a quick break before dropping them off at the music room.

“Hey, fourth grade!” the music teacher, Mr. G said with enthusiasm as your class approached. You students began to file into the classroom, high-fiving or fist bumping Mr. G as they passed. “Hey Ms. Y/L/N.” Mr. G said more softly to you.

“Hi Mr. G. They’re a little more energetic than normal today.” You said, providing a well needed update on the class. Mr. G smiled, chuckling lightly at the statement.

“Nothing I can’t handle I’m sure.” There was a short pause before he continued, “Got any plans this weekend?” he asked you. This weekend was Halloween and you wanted nothing more than to spend it on your couch with a bottle of wine.

“I was just going to drink some wine and watch a movie.” You replied honestly, “Why? Have something in mind?” It wasn’t unusual for Mr. G, or you could probably call him Charlie, to ask you about your plans. A little harmless flirting was normal between the two of you seeing as you were the only two 20 something teachers in the school.

“I had about the same idea in mind. Would you maybe want to drink wine and watch a movie together?” He asked, a smirk playing on his face. As you were about to respond, one of your students came over and grabbed Charlie by the hand, tugging him into the classroom. You smiled and let him know that you would text him before letting him go to teach the class.

You: 7:00 my place?

You sent the text to Charlie, having had his number from staff meetings. The two of you liked to text during the meetings instead of actually paying attention. You didn’t expect a response right away anyway considering he was teaching your students. You took the 40 minutes your kids were at music to sit in the quiet and grade some classwork.

When you went to pick your class up, Charlie was waiting by the door, your class lined up behind him.

“7:00 sounds perfect. I’ll bring the refreshments” he said quiet enough so the class didn’t hear.

“I’ll text you my address” you said, smiling, “Alright friends, what do you say to Mr. G?” you asked, addressing your class.

“Thank you, Mr. G!” rang out in unison by your students.

“Bye guys! See you later!” Charlie waved, again high-fiving some kids on their way out. You turned around as your class walked to the end of the hall and Charlie shot you a quick wink before heading back into his classroom. Friday night couldn’t come soon enough.

*****

When Friday night finally did come, Charlie texted you around dismissal to make sure your plans were still on.

You: Definitely! But I hope you know I will be in my baggiest of sweatpants

Charlie: Glad we’re on the same page, I don’t wear real clothes outside of school, its sacrilegious

You chuckled at the text, making sure to send Charlie your address and apartment number. Your students filed out one-by-one until it was only you left in the classroom. You made sure to shut down everything and turn off the lights before making the quick trip to your car.

Once home, you threw your work clothes into your hamper and got into your designated sweatpants. Knowing that you were having company later encouraged you to give your apartment a good clean, something you hadn’t been motivated to do recently. You lived alone, but you preferred it that way. Sometimes after a long day of school it was just easier to come home and not have to talk to anyone about your day.

Soon enough, the buzzer in your apartment was ringing signaling that Charlie was downstairs waiting to be let up. You pressed the button to unlock the main door and waited by your front door for his knock. When it came, you opened the door to see Charlie carrying a large pizza, a bottle of wine, and bag of Halloween candy.

“You came prepared Gillespie” you said, taking some of the items from his hands. He kicked his shoes off by the door before following you into the small living room. You set the items down on the coffee table before getting comfortable on the couch, Charlie following suit next to you.

“I told you I’d bring the refreshments, didn’t I?” He asked, pulling a corner of your blanket over his legs. You laughed, grabbing the remote and turning the tv on. Once the Netflix screen showed, you passed the remote to Charlie who gave you a confused look.

“I can’t decide on movies for the life of me, so this one’s on you” you said, opening the pizza box and grabbing a slice. You ate and watched as Charlie flipped through the movies, settling on a horror film. “Should have guessed you’d try to kill me tonight” you laughed.

“Hey, when you put me in charge of the movie, you can’t complain about what I pick” Charlie laughed, opening the bottle of wine.

“Oh! Let me get us some glasses,” you said, starting to remove the blanket from your lap. Charlie’s hand stopped you from getting any further.

“I’m fine with drinking out of the bottle if you are…” he suggested. You shrugged, not really caring about sharing the bottle with him. The two of you settled into the couch, eating pizza and sharing the bottle of wine. You definitely jumped at some parts in the movie and Charlie laughed at you each time.

About halfway through the movie, the both of you had finished eating and were now resting comfortably on the couch. However, the movie only began to get scarier as a really gory part showed on the screen. You jolted with surprise and shoved your face into Charlie’s neck, hand gripping the shirt material on his chest.

“You can’t really be scared of this!” Charlie laughed.

“Of course, I’m scared!” you replied, voice muffled by his skin. Charlie only chuckled and wrapped his arms around your shoulder, pulling you closer to him.

“Don’t go in there!” you shouted a few moments later to the girl in the movie.

“Of course, she’s going to go in there!” Charlie retorted, “it’d be no fun if she didn’t”

“Who said any of this was fun” you replied, getting ready to hide your face against Charlie again, “I can’t watch.” Again, Charlie pulled you closer, protecting you from the demons on the screen.

As the movie ended, you let out a sigh of relief. You quickly stood and made your way over to your fridge, pulling out another bottle of wine.

“After that movie, I need more of this, and a new movie to forget that one”

“I’m down for another movie. But you’re choosing it this time” Charlie said, grabbing the bottle from you and taking a sip. As you scrolled through the choices, you landed on one that had made you cry the first time you watched it.

“Okay, Gillespie.” You said, selecting the movie and hitting play, “Time to see you cry”

“Oh, I don’t cry” Charlie said, a smirk on his face. You made a “let’s see about that” face and the two of you settled in to watch the movie.

As the sad part began to get more intense, you stole a glance over at Charlie. You could see tears slowly cascading down his cheeks.

“I thought you said you didn’t cry” you joked, pushing on his shoulder with your own. Taken aback by the fact that you’d noticed him, Charlie quickly began to wipe the tears from his face.

“I’m not crying, my eyes are sweating.” He replied.

“Sure, tough guy. Don’t worry about it, crying is manly” you said, leaning into his side. He chuckled at you before pulling you closer to finish the movie.

*****

Two movies and two bottles of wine later, you stood to throw out the empty pizza box and candy wrappers.

“Shit, I didn’t realize how late it was. I should get going” Charlie said, looking at the time on his phone.

“You’ve been drinking, Charlie, probably not the best idea to drive right now” you said, holding up the two empty wine bottles. Charlie gave you a knowing look.

“Let me see if my roommate is still awake, maybe he can come grab me” But before you could even let Charlie unlock his phone to text his roommate, you blurted out a proposition.

“Or you could just spend the night here” You stared at Charlie, shocked the sentence even left your mouth. It was probably the alcohol that helped. Charlie looked at you, making sure he heard correctly.

“I mean, if you’re cool with me crashing on your couch…” he spoke slowly.

“Oh no, you can’t sleep on that. It may be good for sitting but if you sleep on it, you’ll wake up with a broken back. My bed is big enough, we can share…. If you’re okay with that” you quickly added. Charlie mumbled a quiet ‘yeah’ before helping you clean up the rest of the mess. As you made your way into your room, you turned on your bathroom light. “I have an extra toothbrush you can use,” you said, handing Charlie the blue toothbrush.

The two of you stood side by side in the bathroom, looking at each other in the mirror while brushing your teeth. As Charlie finished, he made his way back into your room while you took a moment to wash your face. When you walked back into your room, Charlie was sitting on the edge of your bed scrolling through his phone.

“You didn’t have to wait for me to get in bed” you laughed. Charlie sheepishly looked up at you, locking his phone and putting in on the end table.

“Wasn’t sure what side of the bed you normally slept on” he replied. You went over to your side of the bed and got under the covers. Charlie followed suit on the opposite side of the bed. You clicked off your side lamp and turned to face Charlie.

“Sorry in advance if I kick you in my sleep” you said.

“If you kick me, we’re going to have a problem” Charlie laughed. It wasn’t long before the two of you dozed off comfortably facing each other.

*****

You woke up the next morning to your head resting on Charlie’s chest and his arms wrapped tightly around you. You laughed at the sleeping boy, noticing that he was no longer wearing a shirt. You tried to get out of bed without waking him, failing as his arm only wrapped tighter around you and a low groan came from the boy.

“Where’re you going?” he asked, voice low and eyes still closed.

“I was going to go make us some breakfast” you said. Charlie turned so his body was now facing yours, eyes still closed, and arms remaining around you.

“Five more minutes” he grumbled. “If you leave, I’ll be cold” he whined. You could only laugh.

“If I don’t get up, then you won’t have anything to eat in five minutes”

“I’ll buy us breakfast if you promise not to move” he said, voice low and soft. You replied with a quiet ‘okay’ and began to get comfortable.

“One thing though” you said, Charlie hummed in response, “When did you take your shirt off?”

“’mm like 2? Not sure, does it matter?” he asked. You mumbled a small ‘no’ not wanting to admit that you liked the feel of his warm skin against yours. You snuggled into him, hands reaching around and lightly dragging up and down his back. When you thought he’d fallen asleep, you let your hands stop, but when Charlie’s hand reached around to grab yours, mimicking your earlier motion, you continued.

You hadn’t realized that you’d fallen asleep, but you woke up in the same position, only this time Charlie’s fingers were lightly grazing up and down your back.

“Mornin’” he hummed, “Didn’t think you’d fall back asleep, did ya?” he teased. You lifted your eyes to meet his, taking in his bed head as well.

“Well, if you’d have let me get up the first time, I could have had breakfast ready for you” you mumbled, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes.

“Breakfast is ten minutes away” Charlie said, brushing your hair away from your face. You looked up at him, a little shocked he’d woken up and ordered breakfast. Your eyes met his and you watched as his fell to your lips. Your breath hitched and before you knew it, Charlie’s soft lips were on yours.

It was gentle and quick, too quick if you were honest. But having kissed him once already now, you worked up the courage to kiss him again, this time taking the lead. You moved so that you were straddling him, his hands quickly finding a home on your hips, rubbing small circles on the skin under your shirt.

A moment later, you found yourself lying on your back, Charlie hovering over you. He only pulled away when his phone buzzed from next to you. He quickly checked his phone, looked at you, and placed a quick kiss on your cheek before getting up and pulling his sweatshirt on. Just as quickly as Charlie had gotten on top of you, he was off and out the door.

Sliding out of bed, you threw on your sweatshirt and padded out to the kitchen. The front door opened and Charlie came in carrying two bags of food.

“What the hell did you order, Char?” you asked, grabbing a bag and beginning to open it. All kinds of breakfast foods laid out in front of you. Two arms landed their way on either side of you, locking you between him and the counter.

“Char?” he asked, voice low in your ear. Your face was warm as you turned around in the small space you had, noticing the smirk on the boy’s face. You weren’t sure how to respond, the nickname just kind of slipped out. But before you could respond, Charlie’s hand gently held your chin and his lips met yours once again. “Don’t worry” he said against your lips, “I like it”

He quickly lifted you onto the counter, slipping in between your legs and placing another kiss against your lips. The two of you stayed like that for a bit, tasting each of the foods that Charlie had ordered.

*****

As the two of you cleaned up the kitchen a little while later you asked, “So, am I going to have to compete for your attention at school?” Charlie gave you a confused look, not sure what you meant by that statement. “Considering how all the fourth and fifth grade girls have the biggest crushes on you?” you asked, a smile playing at your lips.

Charlie chuckled, coming over to rest his hands on your hips, forehead resting against your own. “You’re the only one who gets this kind of attention” he quietly said before placing a kiss on your lips. You smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him in for more.

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Nothin’ On You // Sero x Shy!Reader

A/N: Kinda long! But I owe Sero for taking so long on finishing this! Hope you like it! ^^

The first time you meet is for a school project

In middle school he was the cool guy that got along with pretty much everyone. At first you would hide away, which was easy with a quirk like yours. You would turn translucent and mute according to your mood, so every time you tried to muster up the courage to talk to him when he passed you by in the halls, you would completely disappear. It was a game of chance to see who was paired with who when the fated project came up, but when you were paired with Sero you almost entirely disappeared off of the face of the earth. You begin to wonder if you could escape class without being noticed when he makes his way over and plops down in the seat next to you.

"Name's Hanta Sero, what's yours?"

Your face flushes, body turning translucent for a split second before you take his hand and shake it. "It's..." Your voice fails you. Of course it had to happen now. Your quirk just had to be a two-in-one kind of deal.

Lifting a finger, you scribble your name down on a loose piece of paper and offer it to him.

He looks at the scrap of paper with curiosity. “Cute name.” He looks back to you. “Is that your quirk? The..?” He motions to his body and mouth.

You nod sagely.

He beams. "Nice to meet you."

The tension in your shoulders lessen. Grabbing your textbook and one of your notebooks made for this type of situation, you write down several questions before pointing to the textbook pages.

He reads each message, surprisingly more patient with your quirk than others. Some expected you to push past it or get over your shyness, but he went with it. It made you feel.. valid. Like your quirk wasn't a burden.

“Sounds like we'll be having a few all nighters on this one, Mr. Takeshi expects waaay too much of us if he wants this done in a week.” Sero looks at you curiously. “What do you think? We could do it at one of those 24/7 cafes nearby.”

Feeling yourself relaxing, you realize you've returned to being opaque as you nod in agreement. "Sounds like a plan."

His smile brightens. "Hey, your voice is pretty cute too chica!"

This time you're glad you disappear from sight, hands covering your mouth as he laughs heartily.

The project was an odd success

After your initial shock and shyness of being paired up with Sero, you both were a rather successful couple when it came to academics. You split the work equally and helped each other when either of you needed it. While he wasn't always the brightest, he always managed to put a smile on your face when you were studying long into the night, when your eyelids grew too heavy and your will to study lessened. When the day of the presentation came and you both took to the front of the class, it was his support that kept you from disappearing out of fright. However, now that it was over, you were surprised he still wanted to hang out with you, even if it wasn't required anymore.

“Oi, chiquita bonita! Over here!” Sero waves to you from across the classroom. He was sitting in his normal spot with his usual clique, and normally you didn't mix with them. They seemed nice, but it was always awkward when you joined him. You felt like they only tolerated you because of him.

Gathering your items, you shuffle out of your desk space and join him, blushing slightly as he scoots his seat to the side to make space for you right next to him. You could feel the burning stares of the girls surrounding him. You held on though, focusing on staying opaque, knowing he would try getting to the bottom of why you were nervous. Oh if only he knew how hated you were by his clique of girls.

“We did pretty good on the presentation didn't we?” He asks while draping an arm across the back of your chair, his body completely at ease. “Even the cabrón was impressed.”

You smack him lightly on the back of his head. You didn't know a lot of spanish, if at all, but you picked up some slang from the boy next to you. “Don't be mean Hanta, he's not all that bad.”

The girls’ hiss at your action, but Sero only laughs and tugs you closer under his arm. “Lo siento cariño. I'm sorry, but it's not my fault he has a stick up there.” He gestures upward with his middle finger.

You knew if you tried speaking, your voice would have fizzled out like a drop of water on a hot stove.

After the project you two were nearly inseparable, everyone knew you and Sero were an item (even if you both didn't see it)

“Dios mio! What did we do to earn this princesa?”

You turn around to the source of the voice, pausing on decorating the stage of the auditorium. It was Sero, you could tell immediately by his voice, but what you didn't understand was the context of his words. What was he talking about?

The confusion must have shown on your face as he moves closer and climbs onto the stage, walking up to you until he was by your side. “You're all dolled up. What's the occasion?” He holds you by the shoulders and peers behind you as well, earning a pinch on his cheek.

“It's the dance this week, remember? But the play is before, so we have to set up so it's all ready for the night. That means dress rehearsals too.” You were a part of the theatre group, an odd choice for someone who disappears when they get stage fright, but you were heavily invested in what you did. It was a passion you indulged.

“Aye, yeah I forgot about that.” Sero rubs his neck and looks at the ground, deep in thought. At least for two minutes. After the two minutes he peeks at you with a mischievous grin. ”Wanna go to the dance with me?”

To your credit, you manage to stay opaque while your heart beats wildly in its cage. “Thats a dumb way of asking me out.” You mutter while sliding down from the stage, nearly cutting yourself on one of the loose planks.

“¡Cuidado!” He holds his arms out, ready to help you down. “I don't want my date to get hurt you know?”

“I can still dance in a cast.” You brush off his concern with a rare smile. Crushes aside, you appreciated his friendship and concern.

“The fuck is this, Romeo and Juliet? Get a room!” A classmate yells from the lighting stage, laughing when you flip them the bird.

Sero joins in the laughter, leaving soon after apologizing to your classmate. Said classmate meets you in front of the stage, arms crossed and looking back and forth between you and the now closed auditorium door.

“So are you guys dating now?”

“No, we're just friends.” You rub your neck, feeling the translucency crawl up your neck. But it couldn't wipe away the smile on your face.

You gravitate towards each other

Stretching your arms in front of you, you twist your body to the right and sigh as you feel a pop. You didn't particularly like gym class but it was nice to get a good stretch.

Looking around at the field in front of you, you wave at the occasional friendly face. You had friends in this class, which made it even more bearable.

"Hola princesa!"

Sero?

Turning around you grin at the familiar face. You run to the fence blocking you in, gripping it as you watch your friend run to you. He holds your hand through the fence, a normal occurance and a habit you've grown fond of.

"What are you doing here?" You question while turning your hand in order to squeeze his, heart fluttering when you see the small tinge of pink on his cheeks.

"Just here to say hi. My next class is in E block." He peers over your shoulder. You were about the same height, somewhere around 5'4, so you relished being able to see him eye to eye (mostly) while it lasted. He grew a bit over the break of your first year. "Playing anything?"

"Volleyball." You shiver. "I'm team captain, but I suck at it." Who would you pick? Would you actually be a good leader? You feel your voice leave you as you begin to rival that of an onion skin, growing more and more invisible.

A small pinch on the back of your hand pulls you back to reality. Sero waggles a finger, tisking at you. "Don't sweat it, you'll do great." He squeezes your hand before backing up, walking backwards as he heads to class. "Just breathe princesa!"

"Got it." You whisper to yourself, waving to him as you watch him enter the building across from you.

Sadly by the end of your second year, he had grown taller, leaving you craning your neck to look at him.

When he entered U.A. you still cheered him on

Graduating middle school was tough when you split off into different schools. You knew you would keep in contact, but it was so much harder to spend time together when you didnt attend the same schools. Still, with each video chat and phone call, with each text, you showered him with all your love and support. He wanted to be a hero, and you were happy to support him with that dream!

You: Saw you on the tv, you were amazing!

Sero: thanks 😙 still lost tho 😅😅😁😁

You: Yeaaah🤔 but you still looked really cool! Still, didn't realize you were strong enough to pull that Todoroki guy that way 🧐

Sero: Im just full of surprises princesa 😘

Sero mentioned you often to his friends

You were mentioned in at least one conversation a day, it didn't matter the context, you just sort of popped up. What could he say, he loved you! You were his go to for support and someone he truly valued. Plus you weren't crazy like his classmates.

“You keep talking about her but we've never actually seen her.” Mina leans forward on her palm as she sips at her milk tea. “You're not lying about her are you?” She wiggles her eyebrows, eliciting a laugh from Sero.

“Course she's real.”

Kirishima lays his head on the table of the booth they were at, looking at Sero with confusion. “Got proof? It’s not manly to lie to your friends bro.” Sure he believed in his friend, but after a year of just hearing about a special girl, it was hard to keep believing without some form of proof.

Sero holds up a finger as he pulls out his phone. Placing it flat on the table, he pushes the power button and watches his friends faces light up as they view his lock screen. It was a picture of you.

“Woah! Who's the hot chick?” Kaminari asks excitedly as he returns from the bathroom. “Is she single?”

Sero powers off his phone before smacking a piece of tape on his friend’s mouth, surprisingly feeling a twinge of anger at his words. You were his best friend! He had to protect you!

On the inside he knew his anger was from deeper feelings, but for now it was just from the fact that he may need to defend your innocence from his own schoolmate. You were so shy, he knew Kaminari’s flirting would be too much for you.

“Yeah, no cabrón. She's taken.”

You were there for his graduation

Needless to say, you were at his graduation! It was difficult to find him amidst the crowds of families wanting to take pictures of their children and siblings, and even some heroes wanting to say their goodbyes! You were absolutely bombarded and neigh invisible after overthinking the whole thing, so when you finally found him you were stunned into invisibility when his friends jumped you.

“Ohmygodohmygodit'sactuallyyouuuuuu!” Mina screams as she pulls you into her, squeezing the life out of you before you can get a breath out.

The boys were much gentler, but just as excited. Especially Kaminari.

“Hey it’s the hot girl- more like the gone girl, what's happening?” He questions as you disappear from sight, your voice completely AWOL.

Sero smacks his face as he curses his friends out. “Chingues! Give my girl some space hijos de perras!”

Mina gives you enough space to breathe but holds you much like one would a hostage. For a hero course student, you believed that she would have done very well as a villain.

“Nope! We get to meet this girl of yours, Tape Boy!” She looks down at you, squinting to try making out where your face would be, unknowingly glaring directly at you. “He talks about you almost nonstop yet you haven't visited us at all, how unfair is that?” Mina grins.

You come into focus, your voice a mere squeak as you brush some hair out of your face. “A little? I should've visited..” You introduce yourself to his cadre, your name stumbling off your lips.

“Hot and shy? What a cutie!” Kaminari hugs you from your available side where Mina wasn't holding you in a headlock.

A whip of tape smacks the blonde and sends him reeling back to Sero who holds him in a similar hold Mina was holding you.

Your friend ruffles Kaminari's hair in a somewhat violent manner, grinning at him with threatening eyes. "Go easy on her cabrón. She's not used to so many people doting on her."

They were doting on you? You tilt your head and look at Mina who was still examining you. "I don't think I deserve to be doted on, that's not what's going on here right?"

"Of course not, but you and I are gonna have some girl time while the boys get us a spot at a restaurant! You're gonna tell us all about how you and Tape Boy here met!" She chirps excitedly, pulling Bakugou in with her free arm as he tries escaping past her.

You feel a drop of sweat as you accept your fate, watching Bakugou attempt to wrangle his way to freedom. "Sure, sounds nice."

Sero made it rather big as a hero, see, he wasn't the strongest hero but he was very popular

He had always been popular, so it made sense to you when his ranking kept going up and up until he was in the high twenties. You knew he was good at what he did, being a source of smiles even in dark times, but it always brightened your day when you heard your coworkers mention him in passing.

“Have you heard about the hero Cellophane yet?”

“Yeah! I think I saw him around yesterday. He was eating soba with Shoto.”

You look backwards to see the faces of your junior coworkers. They were in a different department than you, but you enjoyed chatting with them every now and then. Mostly when it came to heroes as you had somewhat of an insiders look.

Had you forgotten to mention you were friends with Sero- Cellophane?

You debated whether to tell them over tea one day until you heard their next words.

“He’s kind of hot isn't he?”

... Maybe you would keep the secret to yourself.

As a hero he makes time to drop into your life, sometimes randomly

What else was to be said? Really?

A blur flashes by your face, causing you to yelp in shock, stepping back and nearly falling onto the unforgiving pavement. Luckily, said blur created a swing of tape just in time to catch you, pulling you forward and bringing you into his arms.

“Lo siento mi corazón! I didn't mean to make you fall.” Sero grins at you, his arm wrapped securely around your waist. He definitely meant to make you fall, you could see the mischief behind his eyes.

“As if Hanta.” You pinch him on the cheek, a smile coming to your face when he whines. “Look I’m happy to see you but I've got to get to work on time today, no funny business.”

“No funny business?” He repeats after you, rubbing his chin in thought. “Then I guess I’ll have to escort you to make sure you get to work on time.”

Your eyes widen as you feel his hold grow tighter and more secure as he holds you flush against him. Oh no. “Wait Sero-!”

And just like that, you were in the air, swinging from building to building with him propelling you both forward. You attempt to scream at him but your voice is lost along the way as you hear the clicking of cameras.

Oh god they were taking pictures.

“Niña don't worry! We’re almost there!”

Luckily for you, you were never caught on camera. So your quirk did have some uses.

The media was sure he had a partner

The photos really ended up getting him in hot water as every interview he did, the topic of romance was brought up. Fans would notice he would avoid the topic of love, but on his social media he would constantly mention a girl. No one knew who this girl was, but fans and news stations were determined to wring it out of him.

Once the red light of the on-air button was out, the reporter in front of Sero swiftly covers the mic pinned to her lapel and scoots to the edge of her seat. Sero watches in quiet amusement as the whole station becomes silent. Weird. But he knew why they grew quiet so fast. They wanted information, and if even the news anchor waiting for his time to come up stopped his boisterous laughter, it must've been important.

“Off the record. Do you have a secret sweetheart stashed away somewhere Cellophane?”

Oh. This again.

He stretches his arms in front of him as he runs through his normal excuses and dodges for this question. All still viable and working, but.. Maybe he could give a little hint. The media was on his ass about this after those photos were taken of him and his girl, so it was only right to clear the air right?

“Turn on the cameras. I’ll give this to you.”

You were crushed when he admitted he did have a sweetheart (of sorts) and even more so when the media suspected it to be the Stealth Hero: Invisible Girl

The media did end up getting a bit of info out of him and when you heard about this special girl your heart couldn't help but crack under the thought of him distancing himself from you to be with her. You treasured your friendship with him, romantic or not, you didn't want it to end. Because of this fear, you are the one who starts to close yourself off.

“Chiquita, what's wrong?” Sero follows you as you make your way to the kitchen, a bowl of chocolate coated pretzels in your arms. “Are you sick? I can stop by the pharmacy for you.”

“N-No, its okay. I'm not sick..” You back up when you see his arm stretched outward, flinching when the back of his hand meets your forehead.

He hums. “No fever.”

You push past him, abandoning the bowl of chocolatey treats on the counter. You felt yourself becoming frustrated. Not with him, but with yourself. His opinion meant the world to you- he was your best friend! And you were letting this relationship of his get to you. How petty could you be? He did nothing wrong. In fact, you should be happy for him, finally dating his high school sweetheart.

But the thought of him dating Invisible Girl- the irony of him dating an invisible girl- was just too much for your heart to take at the moment.

You had no way to take out this frustration. So it was reflected onto him.

“Cariño-”

“Please!” You slam your hands on the counter, voice fading in and out as you hide your face in the collar of your turtleneck. “Please.. Just go.”

The apartment was quiet, filled with only your ragged breathing as you hold in your rampant emotions. When he leaves with a silent goodbye, you're unsure if the breaking sound surrounding you is just in your head or if something truly reached into you and tore your heart to pieces.

He makes it very clear who that sweetheart is

Finally, he announces just who captured his heart. It was live on a jumbo screen, playing as you were out getting “groceries” for the nights dinner.

The hollow feeling in your chest wasn't easing, and it definitely wasn't made any better when you saw the Stealth Hero on the television next to her team. Though your calves were certainly doing better with how much speed walking you would do when you passed by convenience stores with tabloids lining their windows, photos of Sero and Invisible Girl on the front.

Work went by dreadfully slow, and lunch went by just as uneventfully as usual. You ignored the chatter of your coworkers, uninterested in what they had to say.

After the report came out, no one was talking about the top heroes anymore. They all were focused on the potential lovers and what other secret admiring the heroes had in their ranks. If other heroes were hiding their own affairs. If the popular Cellophane could hide his romance, maybe someone like Deku or Shoto could be too.

“We’re going out for drinks later, want to come with?” Your junior asks as she slings her purse strap over her shoulder. “Jin is paying~”

You respond with a polite smile. “No thanks. I’m going straight home.”

- - -

Going straight home was the plan, but in the end you had to make a quick trip to the nearest grocery store for dinner. Something quick, as you didn't have the energy to make something complicated.

Which meant you ended up buying only instant ramen.

It was on your way back, crossing a busy sector when the sound of your friend on the jumbo screen caught your attention.

“She's my corazón. Mi vida.”

You look up at the screen, stopping in your tracks.

Sero was blushing, a shy smile on his face, but his eyes were lit up with joy. You heart pulses rapidly in your chest, a blush creeping up your cheeks. You had never seen him so flustered, it was always the other way around.

“I’ve loved her since middle school. I never wanted to drag her into this, so I never confirmed her name- but its not Invisible Girl!” He amends quickly, looking at the reporter with a knowing look. He wags his finger, his infamous cocky smile replacing the twitterpated look from earlier.

“Sure, she has a similar quirk, which is how those photos came to be.” He leans back in his chair.

“You want to know her name right? I guess it wouldn't hurt to say. I’ve kept it hidden for so long, but here it is.”

And then he said it.

He said your name.

Looking directly at the screen, he smiles gently, eyes full of the warmth you've been craving ever since you were paired for that project years ago.

“Ella es mi tesoro. She is my treasure.”

Extra:

Racing home, you're not surprised when you find the lights on in your apartment. In fact, it only spurs you forward.

Yanking open the unlocked door, you drop your groceries and launch yourself into Sero’s arms as he held them open for a hug.

He was sweaty from rushing from the news station to your apartment, but neither of you were concerned about it as you laugh. You laugh at the tape still clinging to his clothes, you laugh at the ramen spilling out of your grocery bags, you laugh at your tears.

You laugh at how long it took for you both to finally admit how much you loved each other.

“Mi corazón.” He pulls back from the hug and cups your cheek, looking at you with love softened eyes. “I love you.”

Tears brim your eyes.

You speak in the clearest voice you've ever spoken in. Skin bright and flushed pink.

“I love you too.”

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boys-from-santacarla · 3 years

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Note; I deeply apologize seeing as this is going to end up being long. Onto the information; My name is Ghost(mainly go by this one), Acid, Killer(more of a nickname), or Gore(more of a nickname). I go by he/they/xe/its, and I'm a dude, MLM and poly so it really doesn't matter much who it is. Born March 31st, being an Aries I'm a very loud and energetic person. I'm also very impulsive and get myself into deep shit, even if I don't realize I'm doin' it. I get overly loud when the topic is about something I enjoy or is into, if I try flirting on purpose it's ass but when I do it without realizing I get called a huge flirt. Big music and art geek, I have sketchbooks upon sketchbooks filled just sitting around in my room. I listen to a lot of rock like Queen, Guns N Roses, Red Hot Chilli Peppers, ACDC, Nickelback, KISS, Slipknot, KoRn, and on and on. Although I listen to every genre of music minus country(although there are few songs I can deal with). Big tattoo/piercing person, if you have one visible I will point it out and geek out about it. Although literally don't ask me to name a few songs unless I've been rambling on about it because I have the shittiest memory. I dye my hair so often it's surprising my hair is still healthy. I have literally bleached my hair, dyed it red and let that fade for a week, then dyed it blue and have been touching up the blue ever since then. If it wasn't due to money problems and the fact it's hard to borrow in my town my hair would probably have my hair a different color every two weeks. I ramble quite a bit and have the shittiest focus and memory, so you may have to pull me to the side and tell me to calm down. Would definitely compliment on the boys looks, specially their outfits. I'm a coffee and monster addict at this point, you'll see one or the other in my hand, and the occasional water bottle because I try to keep myself health. My love language is through touch and insulting people. Ex, "I fucking love you dumbass" or flipping you off playfully as a way of saying "i love you bitch". Smoking doesn't bother me, grew up around it my entire life. I love riding on motorcycles, no matter the weather, is it cold asf, nice idgaf, is it raining, shit lets go. I have a bad(good in some people's eyes) of using petnames/nicknames for everyone. Everyone has a wholesome petname from me and then I'll call them a whore or some shit. I cuss too much for my own good, I literally don't have a filter in my entire body. I will impulsively say shit, sometimes that's a good thing and sometimes it's a bad thing. Due to my anxiety I try to stay away from large crowds, but if I'm in them (aka on the boardwalk) I will have music blaring in my ears and my ears glued into my current sketchbook. Although I currently don't have them, I'm going to add them anyways because I'm going to end up getting them when I have the money to go to a piercer or to get a kit. I want a shit ton of piercings. Such as snake bites(lip piercing), tongue, septum, all of the piercings finished on my ears, and bridge. I've stated once I'm a big tattoo geek, so I want a quite a bit of those. I'm definitely a big "oh let's do it myself" person, and I have tried giving myself a septum piercing. (it would've worked if it wasn't for the fact I did it too low to be able to flip it up to hide it) I love the adrenaline of fights, it doesn't matter if I win or loose, although I do prefer if I win. I literally get the most random urge to fight someone for the hell of it. Probably has something to do with impulsive thoughts and shit, but oh well. I'm a big respect person, I live by the motto "you respect me, I'll respect you". I have blackouts sometimes due to rage and anxiety, so I try to keep myself from having them. I have a bad habit of rambling and saying sorry too much. I tend to repeatedly say sorry whilst rambling as I tend to get overly excited and loud when I ramble. I'm a very talkive person if I know and trust you. If you're around me and you don't get your ear talked off or messed with, you're probably not liked or

you need to leave. It's one easy way you'll be able to tell if I get along with you or not. I kinda have a whatever/punk/alt style, a lot of time I just grab something decent and throw it on. Although you'll always see me wearing a belt and my platform shoes. I'm 5'0, so my obsession with platforms grew because of my need to be tall. I wear a lot of baggy clothing, I'm definitely more of a comfort over style person.

Ok, my dude, I'll definitely pair you with...

Marko and Paul

Oh, man, you three are gonna be some threesome (and not necessarily in the sexual way lol)

Just imagine THE MESS

The boys think you're adorable when you get into the romantic mood and try to flirt but end up saying bad pick-up lines, so they'll laugh, but will twirl their hair as whoerish as possible and follow the game. Or they would get on with their manly act and fight to see who will flirt back better.

Now, the chatting will be so goddamn long! You three will go on 4 hour-long conversations that'll get from a "look at this new t-shirt I got" to "so that's why Ronald Reagan was an alien". The worst part is left to the spectators like David or Dwayne since none of you three will be the sane individual and shut y'all up.

The blondes like your drawing, and ask you to draw them or random stuff and people CONSTANTLY, so you'll have many opportunities to improve your skills and try with different models. When they happen to find some of your sketchbooks, they try to impress you or simply give a small present by drawing you or something you like, or at least make the attempt since some of the "fine pieces" as they call them, they give you are like children's school projects.

And, man, about the hair, are you blessed to have the glam diva Paul by your side to give advice and constructive criticism to your hair. He will help you choose the color and will give it style from time to time if you accept. The process to dye it will be so much fun, and so chaotic; experimenting with the pigments ends up with wounds caused from the bleach and the currently used wardrobe disposed later.

A thing they love about you is that you can stand up for yourself if needed, but they rather you not to, because they know you handle yourself and the others well, maybe too well for your good. Paul tries to take care of you as much as he can so there is no need for you to possibly get hurt. It was enough trying to control Marko so he didn't get involved in some stupid street fight every night at the boardwalk to now have to worry daily about you too. Marko shares the passion for the adrenaline of this and will think it is hot as hell, but he protects you as much as Paul, maybe a bit softer than him about it tho, but if you're in the middle of a fight and it starts to get worse than expected, he dead ass will force you to back off. He'll finish the business himself, sweetheart.

As for your love language, don't worry, these dorks will accept you playful pushes with joy, and they'll give you some of them too. But if you accidentally flip and fall some meters before hitting ground, you know the rule: laugh first, help second.

Oh, and you better get prepared for the bullying. You're the smallest in the group, so that leads to a constant attack as a hobbit. Marko joins the quip, but I mean, he'll get humiliated along. Let's just say Paul gives you two a hard time about it. With all the love of course.

They love to get out with you and the others and go to the boardwalk, but they try to take you out on days it is not that crowded, or in hours where a small amount of souls are having a stroll. But, if you happen to go out on a crowded night, they will keep you focused on having a good time, but just mention your getting uncomfortable and you'll be back at the cave in less than a minute.

Paul and Marko really love your style, they think it looks badass and try to match tough outfits with you from time to time. Giving you cool shirts and leather jackets with some patches on them that they think are awesome. Don't ask why some of the clothes have strange-colored stains on them tho.

They go with you to get you ears or nose pierced from the moment you three decided doing it diy style was a bad idea cuz y'all ended up with a bleeding nose and an ear infection the first time of trying it, and because there's no voice of reason in the threesome, Star and Dwayne had to give you kids a very long lecture of not doing those things by yourself.

#match-ups #Ghost #my writings #paul the lost boys #marko the lost boys #i just think u three together would be neat #the lost boys #i repeat my friend:#thank you so much for the request

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a-minion · 3 years

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Reasons the Thriller Bark Saga holds a special place in my heart...

It is the saga that introduced Bink's Sake which is one of my favorites (that and Luffy's Skypiea song).

It had elements of both horror/zombie/monster movies and music. I love that combo.

It gave answers to the storyline of that whale the Straw Hats met waay back at Twin Cape (Laboon~🐳🥰)

It is where we meet Brook and where he joined the Mugiwara Crew. Karaoke, which means "empty orchestra" in Japanese, has a different effect on me after the story of the Rumbar Pirates was revealed. (Brook you poor thing, let me hug you🥺)

It is where we see Kuma first. It was the first time the Mugiwara had to face two Shichibukais in one arc. In a way, it was the beginning of their journey in getting stronger. To me, Kuma is the biggest factor why the Straw Hats have gotten as strong as they are now. If he did not exist, who knows what could have happened to them at Sabaody Archipelago.

There was already a foreshadowing of Wano Country in the form of Ryuma who, as it turns out, is a legendary samurai from that country. It's also so werid to see a disciplined samurai with Brook's personality and laugh (in a good way). Zoro losing Yubashiri, in a way, was also a part of Zoro getting stronger.

This is the saga where I fell in love with 💕Roronoa Zoro💕. I've liked him before. I always knew he's a tough manly man but after that scene where he takes in all of Luffy's injuries even though he's already badly injured, his manliness just surpassed 9000 in my scouter that it broke. His loyalty and the lengths he would go through as the First Mate is just so🤧. And after all that pain, he was all like "nothing happened". Zoro, you are so goddamn cool 😭 (marry me!)

Basically, I love it because it opened a lot of things the viewers didn't even know about at the time. You'll only realize it when you get to that part. Even Lola turned out to have forshadowed the Whole Cake Island Saga. It was also near the end of that saga when Ace's Vivre Card started burning which marks the beginning of the Summit War but I really don't want to talk about that 🥲😢😭

This is the saga that also made me realize that despite how strong the Mugiwara crew already is (with three devil fruit users, four after Brook joined), they are still a long way to go from being the best. Zoro's loss of the sword he had since Loguetown also signified that the crew will have to sacrifice many things if they want to be the strongest. They will have to face so many losses in the road to being the strongest crew.

#One Piece #Roronoa Zoro #Brook #Thriller Bark #Bartholomew Kuma #i just wanna show my love for my man zoro 💖#sorry for rambling

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justjstuff · 3 years

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Fic DVD Commentary from Sacrilege: “You know, the first time I saw your feet I blushed so hard I had to excuse myself to the bathroom to put some cold water on my cheeks,” she said suddenly. - TO - There was a beat where they just stayed quiet, neither of them knowing what to say after their small confessions and Seth letting his eyes look anywhere but at hers while feeling her gaze heavy on him. (Can't fit the whole passage here, but everything inside of those sentences! It's just under 500 💖)

Hiya, Yossariandawn!! Thanks for the ask, friend <3

“You know, the first time I saw your feet I blushed so hard I had to excuse myself to the bathroom to put some cold water on my cheeks,” she said suddenly.

“What?” Seth turned around so fast he thought he might have pulled a muscle. Kate had sat down on the top step, she was hugging her knees to her chest and looking at him like she deeply regretted saying anything, but she didn’t back down, even when he blinked dumbly at her. - That's Kate for you, a bit impulsive but she isn't one to back down and be meek about anything.

“Not like that, you moron!” she said with a frown, though her cheeks were getting pinker by the second. Seth couldn’t help but laugh as she exclaimed, “Shut up!”

“No, I’m sorry, go on about my feet, sweetheart,” Seth said, stepping closer to her so he could take his beer back. He took a sip and handed the rest of it to her, something unwinding in his chest at the sound of her embarrassed giggles. Kate took a long gulp of the cool beer before letting it drop on the step next to her. - Of course Seth would make fun of her but also feel really good about hearing and making her laugh.

“I just mean that it felt… intimate, I guess.” She shrugged one shoulder, somehow managing to look both shy and confident. “Like I was seeing you be vulnerable or something.” - I didn't know where to put this commentary but I guess here fits xD Honestly, the first sentence came to me suddenly and I pretty much had the same reaction as Seth. I just stopped and: ...what the fuck? xD But the more I thought about it, the more it made sense in my head. There's something about seeing someone's feet for the first time that feels awfully intimate for us westerners, like you're seeing a part of their routine (dressing down) that you wouldn't get to see in public. For Kate especially, I think seeing him barefoot was the moment she truly began seeing him as person and man instead of just, y'know, kidnapper, protector, outsider. She had already seen the armor he put and showed everyone else and had already noticed that he went deeper than that but I wanted that switch to flip in a very specific moment. Not when she saw him taking off his suit or shirt, which could be a very sexual/sensual act, because I think Kate already had him pegged, she knew that tough guy/manly man exterior came with using his looks and sex to his advantage, I don't think that would have surprised her. No, I wanted something simple and innocent to be what changed her view of him, kinda.

Seth propped one leg on the step beneath her, bracing his elbow on the railing so he could lean down closer to her. There was a soft smile on his face that he couldn’t hide no matter how hard he tried and his only consolation was that Kate’s cheeks were darkening still.

“I get it,” he let her off the hook, snorting a bit. “I had that same “oh shit” moment when I walked in on you only wearing a towel a few days in.”

“Don’t be creepy,” she whispered teasingly and Seth rolled his eyes.

“Not like that,” he threw her words back at her, a smirk pulling at the corner of his lips briefly. “It’s just that I’ve never realized how… ready you were at all times. It’s like you carried yourself like a goddamn soldier on the battlefield, ready for anything thrown your way, you know? Confident and sure of yourself, always. But that day I caught you off-guard and… I guess I just realized how tiny you looked. Made me think of how much I needed to take care of you, to protect you.” - Ooh, this is a particular take on Kate that I fucking love. Look, yeah she looked super innocent and vulnerable but she wasn't, okay? She always had the right thing to say on the tip of her tongue, she used her looks/sexuality to her advantage (re: she played with Richie when they first met and she knew exactly what she was doing when she told Seth that SM had hit on her after she saw how he punched Chez for her) and she made tough calls, she was ruthless in a way. And I think Seth gravitated towards that. I imagine specially after the Twister, Seth would have been in complete awe at how well she was dealing with things, she was fine in a way that he really wasn't, she kept going, kept having a purpose while he drowned. So yeah, when he caught her off-guard I think it kind of made him snap out of that mentality of "what the fuck is this girl" and made him realize she was just like him, it made him take her out of the sort of pedestal he put her into though I think that process only ended when they were standing before the gates and he let her go. It was a process but I like to think it started with something as simple as catching her off-guard.

There was a beat where they just stayed quiet, neither of them knowing what to say after their small confessions and Seth letting his eyes look anywhere but at hers while feeling her gaze heavy on him. - This probably isn't even worth a comment but I think it speaks of their personalities, Seth avoids stuff while Kate faces them head on.

Thanks again for the ask! If you have any questions let me know!! <3

#ask #answered #sethkate #sacrilege

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2ndaryreactsandscenarios · 4 years

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NCT 2020 Reaction: Love Letters on a Monday

Taeil (The Manly Man, Yet Power Vocal, Sheesh~)

Would a hundred percent not do a thing about it. I feel like he would appreciate the thought that was behind the letter and he would appreciate the person’s feelings. But he had his eyes set on somebody already (slang for you) and since he didn’t know who it was he wasn’t really gonna make it a bigger deal than it was. Now, if he had gotten more letters in the weeks to follow, then he may do something about it and try to give the person leaving them the message he wasn’t interested.

Taeyong (Artistic, Passionate Rapper and Caring Leader)

Would feel bad about it. While he really thought it was flattering for someone to do something like this, he would hate the idea of leaving them in the dark and not being able to respond. For a few days after receiving the letter he would probably want to find out who it is. Once he resigned himself to never finding out the person’s identity, he would then get another letter. Taeyong really wouldn’t want to lead the person on and he would want to respond to their feelings face to face, and receiving more letters made him more determined to find out who it is.

Johnny (The Mood Making, Yet Calm Sir)

Would keep it to himself. While Johnny liked the letter and everything, he would treat it as something between him and the other person. So he definitely isn’t out and about flaunting the letter around like a prized possession, rather it’s something he cherished and found to be pretty sweet to receive. If he got more letters from the same person, he would start to try and figure out who it is, and MAYBE vent to only his most trusted friends about it.

Yuta (The Takoyaki Master, and Politely Keepin It Real, Osaka Man)

Honestly probably suspected that somebody had a crush on him, and so the letter came as no surprise to him. One of the few members whom I believe wouldn’t take that long to figure this whole ordeal out to begin with. Once he got the first letter, he would act very low profile about it and act like it wasn’t a big deal. But on the inside he is on high alert. Analyzing the heck out of everyone who so much as blinks too much around him to figure out who had left him the letter. And this only became more apparent when the second letter was released upon his locker.

Kun (The King of Magic and of Food)

Wouldn’t believe it and would think it was a little too good to be true. He would think this is something that only happens on TV and no way in the world would it happen to somebody like him. Kun would be the few to appreciate the thought but be in complete denial that this was a real thing happening to him. When he got another letter he wouldn’t so much as bat an eye and would pretty much continue on with life.

Doyoung (Vroom Vroom; The MC Vocal)

A hundred percent would think this is some sort of prank on him. Turns into a detective and suspects everyone to be the culprit. There was no way someone was out there who was so sweet and considerate to take the time out of their day to leave a letter if they didn’t have some other plan on their agenda. AKA, to humiliate him. He wouldn’t even allow himself to get swept up in the idea of it, and would rather spend every break interrogating his friends and using their weaknesses against them.

“MARK, I’M LOOKING AT YOU. You sneezed three times in a row, are you lying to my face???”

Ten (Dancing Devil and Whimsically Cute)

Would get more caught up in the why behind the letter rather than the actual content. Now this sounds insane, but bear with me here. So Ten would like the letter and the intent and all that jazz behind it, but he would wonder why someone would like him that much? Was he that scary and unapproachable? Why couldn’t the person tell him in person? He would eventually shrug such thoughts away as he figured the situation was over. Until he got another letter of course and then he would start to get a bit worried. He had someone he was interested in and he didn’t want this person to get the wrong idea. So he was in quite the bind.

Jaehyun (Sensitive, Springtime Lover, Mr. Valentine)

Isn’t surprised that a love letter arrived. What is surprising is the content of the letter. He can feel the thoughts and feelings behind it and that makes him curious enough to want to figure out the person behind the pen. Would have his friends keep a look out for any odd behavior from those around him and he would hope to find the culprit by the end of the week. However he failed and received another letter. Thus this became war.

Winwin (The Dancer of Grace, The Tough Cutey)

Would go through the trouble of hiding the love letter from everyone and making himself look super suspicious to everyone. The last thing he wanted was for his friends to find out about the letter and tease him, so he decided to get to the bottom of this himself. He thought for sure it must be someone messing with him and trying to make a fool of him, so not to be mean but Winwin would probably avoid reading the letter. He would bank on the assumption that it was a love letter and try to act all tough by not reading the letter. So when he got another one he would start to panic and then he’d buckle down on his tough guy act.

Jungwoo (Stomach=Abyss, The Pure Vocal)

Would look around when he found the letter and wonder who could have left it for him. He found the letter cute and was surprised that somebody noticed him and thought of him that way. So best believe while he didn’t run off to tell all his friends, his eyes would be looking around in the classroom. He’d secretly be hoping to make eye contact with the dear soul that wrote that special letter to him. So when he received another letter, honestly it made him a little happy inside.

Lucas (That Low Low Rap, The Charming Wit)

Gonna sound bad… But Lucas would boast a hundred percent about it. He would tell all his friends and act like he was the bee's knees for receiving this letter. Now he wouldn’t flaunt the contents of it, but he would definitely tell everyone he had gotten a love letter. This didn’t change the fact that he came up to you, smug grin and all, telling you all about the love letter he had gotten. You would nod and pay him no mind and that would irk him a little bit. He had a crush on you and was certain you did too. He was hoping for a bit more of a reaction out of you. Thus, Lucas became determined to find the person who sent it so he could prove to you how popular he was. After all, the amazing person who sent him the letter liked him. So why didn’t you? (So many problems here, but we are just going to let this play out how it’ll play out).

Mark (The Hardworking Rapper, With An Adorable Sneeze)

One he was shook, and two he was honoured. It wasn’t everyday he got a love letter from someone. At first he was apprehensive and was wondering if it was a joke from the members, but once he read it it felt a bit too sincere for a prank. While he would be curious since the person didn’t leave a name on the letter, he would respect they didn’t want to be known and carry on with his day. When another letter came he would be a bit more motivated to give this person an answer someway or another.

Xiao Jun ( Humble Songwriter Agent Eight )

Would get giddy like a kid about it. He wouldn’t so much sweat the details about whether it was authentic or not, rather he would spend a bit more time imagining who it COULD be. He had had a crush on you for some time now, and it would be a pretty cool thing if you somehow were the person to leave the letter. He wondered how he could figure out who it was and thus would mention it to a couple of his trusted friends.

Hendery ( Music On The Go, Cucumber Inventor )

Hendery wouldn’t do much when he got the letter. Even if he found the contents endearing and wanted to respond, he couldn’t really do that since the person who wrote it didn’t leave their name in the note. So he would carry on with his life and would keep the entire ordeal to himself. Now when he got the second letter he would begin to wonder who it could be leaving the letter. So he would make a mental note to pay more attention to his surroundings and would wonder what he should do in this situation.

Renjun (The Loving and Smart Artist, The Virtuous Vocal )

While the gesture would be nice and all, Renjun wouldn’t really form an opinion about the person because in truth? He didn’t know who this person was or could be. They didn’t leave a name, so for all he knew it could be meant for someone else or worse it could be some sort of prank. So Renjun wouldn’t act on it unless the letters got weird or something. But Renjun is in this for the long haul. He isn’t going to play into this basically because he thinks it’s some big prank. So why get invested in a trick or lie?

Jeno (The Mature, Car Loving Violinist)

Jeno wouldn’t make this into something big and would be pretty quiet about the whole thing. More than the other person, he would think about how this letter made him feel. He was happy to receive it, but it didn’t change that he already had feelings for somebody else. May even feel guilty about getting the letter and would feel inclined to tell you his true feelings and about the letter. Whatever happened from there he was willing to see through.

Haechan (Sarcastic and Soft, The Lover and The Vocal)

Haechan would discover the letter around his friends and would act like the letter wasn’t all that he thought it was. He wouldn’t make fun of it but he would act way more indifferent than he actually felt about it. But when he actually read the letter in private? He would be smiling ear to ear. He would treasure the little letter and would wonder who wrote it. He would carry on like normal, but every time he passed his locker he was secretly hoping for another letter; except this time it would have a name at the end of it.

Jaemin (Affectionate Nana, Dancing Pianist)

Would not hide the fact that he got the letter, but he wouldn’t be announcing it in the halls or anything. He really liked the letter and what the person had to say and so if he was given the option and chance to find out who the person was and have a conversation with them, he was more than willing to take it. Jaemin wouldn’t be searching for your identity though and rather he would just go with the flow. If the secret admirer decided to show themselves, they would do so in their own time.

Yang Yang ( Little Sheep Racer, Mysterious Rose Zero )

Did you know that Yang Yang got a love letter? Because he pretty much told everyone that he got a love letter. Now this isn’t fully out of blind excitement as much as it was a strategy. He wanted to make sure everybody knew he got one so if anyone approached his locker, in theory, it would spread like a rumor and like wildfire. He didn’t want whomever wrote the letter to remain in the dark and to hide behind a piece of paper. He would only believe it if they said it to his face. Deep down he hoped that they really felt the way they said they did in the letter. Yes his method is a bit underhanded, but all is fair in potential crushes and love letters (and fiction please don’t do this in reality! How wicked!)~!

Chenle (Sweet and Soft, High Vocal)

Honestly? Would be a bit scared to read the letter. He may have even thought the letter had accidentally been left in his locker but when he found his name in the letter contents he would chicken out again. It didn’t so much matter to him what the letter said at first, but rather he didn’t know how he would even go about responding to this person without sounding like a jerk. He decided to ignore it and try to move on with his life in silence, until the second letter came. Chenle would realize the problem wasn’t going to just go away and that he needed to face this person and tell them that he was sorry but he had feelings for somebody else.

Jisung (Killer Dancer, The Shy Temporary Maknae)

Jisung would be a bit concerned about the letter. The person they were describing didn’t sound at all and he felt like he wasn’t nearly as good as the person thought he was. So he ultimately opted to move on and ignore the letter. He felt like the person was living in a fantasy that he could never live up to. When the second letter arrived, he was determined to find the person and turn them down! It didn’t matter whether they cried or were upset, he needed to hand them that dose of reality and get back to his own unrequited feelings for you.

Disclaimer: An important thing to note in regards to these reactions/scenarios is that none of them are based on how the members are in real life and are merely a depiction that fits the fiction (as I don’t know the members personally). These are meant to be lighthearted (aside from the angst that continues to rise on this blog) and I hope they are not being taken as pure fact or reality.

If you took the time to read this reaction, thank you so much for your time. Stay happy and healthy! Make yourself a magnificent morning/afternoon/evening/night whenever in time or whenever in the world you may be and I hope to see you all again soon. Bye bye~

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cantcomeupwithacreativename · 3 years

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The Experiment Chapter 6

"Will F/L/N Y/N please report to the office?"

I ignore the 'ooooohhhhh she in trouubllleee's' and head down.

"We've decided to transfer you to 1 A. One of our previous students decided the hero course is not for him, and someone from general studies is going in, however, Aizawa refuses to re-teach the new kid what he's already taught the others, so we need to transfer someone from 1 B in, and since you were already being considered, you're the perfect candidate." The little rat grins at me. Who the hell is Aizawa? I've never heard of him.

“Ok. Sounds good.” I figure there’s no point in fighting it, the alternative is expulsion. As I’m walking over to the door, the rat speaks again,

“Oh, you’ll be moving classes now, so go get your stuff. We figure the faster the transition, the smoother." What am I supposed to do about my friends?

"Can I say bye to everyone?"

"Of course." He says a grin on his little rat face.

Great, now I have to reintroduce myself, and avoid questions, and explain my quirk all over again. One the bright side, I'll be with that Momo girl… she was super pretty. Oh, and that jackass blonde kid, and that bitchy two toned.

On my way back to my old class, I plan out what I'm going to tell Monoma. Poor kid, they don't get him like I do.

I sigh and push through the heavy door.

"Hey, what was that about?" Kendo's face is knitted with concern once she sees my expression.

"I have to transfer classes. To 1 A."

The classroom is silent. Vlad king looks disappointed. He loves all his students and had grown quite attached to them, as he did each year.

"No, you can't leave us for them!" Monoma said, betrayal flashing in his eyes. "You can't leave me…" he whispers to himself. 'Not for those 1 A brats, who, like everyone else in his life, believed he couldn't be a good hero. They insulted us, called us worthless, and now they think they can take you away? His first friend he's had in a long time?'

"We can still hang out during lunch and after school and stuff Monoma, I'm not dying."

But he wasn't listening to me. He looked like he was having a flashback. 'Does she think they're better than us? Is that why she's leaving? Because I'm not good enough? But, I'm just as good as them, we got in on the same test… there's really no difference, just letters. I'll show those bastards how good we are. That will prove to her that we're the same.'

Tetsutetsu was a bit disappointed too. He enjoyed having such a tough girl in class. You fought those bullies! It wasn't a crush, per say, more of an admiration for your spirit.

2nd person

On the other hand, Pony was glad you were being transferred. Not in a rude way, no, actually quite the opposite. She remembers you fighting those jerks, and knows that if you are in class 1A, you can ride off the wave of fame from that villain attack. The more famous you are,,, the easier to become a pro.

But not that you would know this.

Back to Y/N

I wonder what these new kids will be like. They can't all be selfish jerks.

Outside of the 1A door, I hear a muffled voice say,

"A new student is being transferred in, in Mineta's place." Footsteps alert me that he, whoever he is, is approaching the door. "Come in." He says as it opens. Oh shit, it's that teacher who caught me fighting. I step through the door, which is conveniently wide, easier for my wings to get through.

"Hey, I'm F/L/N Y/N. Uh, I'm from 1B and my quirk is Raven."

"Good. Sit behind Midoriya, Midoriya raise your hand." He said, sounding sleep deprived. A green haired boy raised his hand, and I walked over there. In front of Midoriya, was the jerk. As I walked by, he scoffed and said,

"The fuck's wrong with your face." I ignored him. He didn't deserve my answer. Behind my seat was Momo. Oh good, I get someone nice. Next to me was a guy with a black bird head. He looked me in the eyes and said

"Ah, a fellow creature of darkness." He looked so dramatic as he said it, like he was a stabbed poet. He must have been talking about my wings and I didn't know what to say, so naturally, I said,

"Ok." He seemed satisfied with my answer, and he turned back to Mr Aizawa. Behind him, was the two toned jerkface who wouldn't let me sit with him. He looked at the scars on my face, his face blank, and then looked away. What a weirdo.

"Copy down these notes." Mr. Aizawa said before pulling out a yellow sleeping bag and slumping down. Wait, What?

"Yeah, he does that," says a guy with pointy bangs, "we've gotten used to it by now." I nod in acknowledgement, and look down at my paper. Fuck. Small problem. I can't read. I know my name, and how to write it, but other than that, I never learned. Kei read me the textbooks out loud, and the acceptance letter was verbal. Vlad King read the notes out loud as he said them. Oh my god. I'm in high school and I can't read. This is horrible, people will find out, I'll be kicked out of UA for being stupid. Momo tapped me on the shoulder.

"Are you ok? Is Midoriya's muttering bothering you?"

"What? Oh, no." I hadn't even noticed. As I listened closer, I realized he was saying the notes out loud as he wrote them. As I listened, I pretended to look up at the board and wrote my name over and over as I listened. Perfect.

The lunch bell rung, and the class filed out. The green haired boy, Midoriya, walked towards me, a smile on his freckled face.

"Hi! I'm Midoriya Izuku! How does your quirk work? Does it have to do with those splotches on your skin?"

"Nah, they're burns. My quirk is pretty self explanatory," I said, widening my wings for emphasis. "Oh, and I can do this," I hardened my wings and shot the blades out within seconds. His eyes went wide as they pinned his arm to a wall. A brown haired girl ran to his side.

"Deku are you ok??" She looks like she's worried enough to faint.

"You shouldn't use your quirk so recklessly!" A blue haired guy with glasses started scolding me.

"Chill out, he's fine." I said as I started to walk away. I heard a faint snort from the back, and when I turned my head I saw the blonde bastard staring me down.

"You got a problem?" I said, loudly for everyone to hear.

"Yeah, you better not be thinking you're better than me!"

"Hey man, chill out," a red haired guy grabbed his shoulder and he turned and glared, then shrugged him off a couple seconds later, but he didn't continue his speech to me. He stomped out of the room, backpack slung around one shoulder.

"Sorry about him," the red haired guy said, rubbing his neck,"he can be a little-"

"Bitchy?" I interrupted.

"Um, yeah…"

"Badass." I heard a whisper from the side of the class. When I turned my head, a yellow haired boy winked at me. The green haired boy, Deku, or whatever was gaping at me. He looks like a pushover.

On my way out, after a few other kids, I heard the yellow one talking to a pink girl. I didn't pay attention until I heard my name.

"I bet 5 dollars she'll sit at our table." The yellow one said.

"No way! She'll totally sit with Todoroki! You see those marks?" There must be an invisible person in this class, because there were floating clothes.

"I think she'll sit with Deku, he seems to like her." That pink girl said.

"I hope she sits with us, she's so manly! Though Bakugo doesn't like her…"

"Kirishima, Bakugo doesn't like anybody but himself…"

I ignored them and walked out.

I could feel a couple eyes on me as I walked into the lunchroom.

"Oh." I heard from a couple people in 1A as I sat down with Monoma, Kendo and Tetsutetsu.

"So, how's the famous class 1A. Do you have any dirt on them?"

"I don't know. They seem normal. The teacher sucks though."

"So they're not as good as everybody says?" Kendo looked disappointed in my answer.

"No. Nothing special. " I said.

"So what's the deal with my spot? Do they have a new person yet?"

"Nah, they said they're gonna wait till after the sports festival to see who can earn the spot." The silver haired boy spoke for the first time. "I'm excited to shove it to those 1A bastards."

"What's the sports festival?"

All three stared at me.

"It's a competition between classes of U.A. haven't you seen it on TV before?"

"Um, no," I said, shifting my wings uncomfortably, "I've never had the chance with all my training." Usually I'm a good liar. Strange.

We ate, and the bell rung again, signaling the end of lunch.

"Bye guys, see you later!"

After lunch, it was time for basic hero training.

"I AM HERE!" The large man yelled. It's Allmight. This would be so cool if I actually gave a fuck.

"Everybody suit up and meet me in field A!" He said as he pushed the button that sent the rack that holds the hero suits out of the wall. Everybody in this class has different quirks, so I get to see the new costumes! This is exciting!

After walking out of the locker room, I spot Deku, that girl, and a suit of armor. I walk over to them.

"Holy moly Y/N! You look amazing!" The girl says. I must've misjudged her, she seems nice.

"Thanks! You look great too!"

(Sexy)

"Though not entirely appropriate for a high school…" this came from the armor. Oh, it must be the mean one under there.

(Baggy)

"Though not flashy enough to stand out amongst the others.…" This came from the armor. Oh, it must be the mean one under there.

(Normal)

"Who's your favorite hero?" Deku asks, his eyes shining.

(Sexy)

"Midnight."

(Baggy)

"Hawks"

"Awesome! Did your costume take inspiration from hers/his? Mine is based on my favorite hero Allmight! He's so cool and I want to be just like him!"

"Yeah, it did."

"Ah, I see. Taking inspiration from your favorite hero is admirable. My costume is based off of my personal hero, Ingenium! I misjudged you! Tenya Iida!" He said while bowing.

"Yeah, I also just like wearing stuff like this." That jerk's not going to slutshame/ make anyone feel bad about their style anyone on my watch.

"Hey you! Scarface!" Both me and the boy with the split colored hair turned around.

"NO NOT YOU YOU ICY HOT BASTARD! THE NEW GIRL!"

(Sexy)

I walked over to him. I could see the yellow haired boy staring at my costume with a light blush on his face. The red haired one was quickly looking away to pretend he wasn't staring. I was honestly kind of surprised. It's probably just because there are only a few people with skimpy hero costumes. He's not actually interested. I don't have a curvy body. I'm only a(n) (A,B,C,D) I guess the fishnets and garters did their job. I don't have big hips or thighs. To be honest, I do have long legs. I stand at 5'7'' I'm eye level with Bakugo normally, but in these heels I stand about 5'9"

(Both)

I walk over to Bakugo, who's glaring at me the whole way. Once I reach him, I try to embarrass him as much as possible. If he's gonna call me scarface, I can make fun of him.

(I was thinking boots like these, but they can be whatever you want.)

https://m.ericdress.com/product-11509725.html?currency=USD&gclid=Cj0KCQjwhvf6BRCkARIsAGl1GGjf9TV6-_c2gPz3-hTjYFiEffFIIwLPzQuBk5YSN8KYq1rZnRd6WkMaAqD-EALw_wcB

(Baggy)

"Same pants!" I say, glancing down at his legs.

[Optional:Baggy]

My hero costume was sweatpants, a jacket, and a sports bra. Mind you, it was a full coverage bra, that made sure I was covered and safe. I would have worn something loose, but I couldn't for 3 reasons. 1) I needed to be able to fit my wings through the back and move them easily. 2) I couldn't wear a loose shirt while flying or it would tear off. 3) A loose shirt would be easy to grab during a fight.

I also wore sleeves to cover my arms, and weighted knuckle gloves. (gloves with hard stuff in the knuckles to make a punch hurt more)

(Sexy)

As I got to Bakugo, he said

"You better not be looking down on me bitch!" Which I thought was ironic, because I'm taller than him.

"It'd be hard not to. I'm taller than you." I lean in real close to intimidate him, but he freezes, and then as if shaking off a thought, frowns and yells,

"That's because you're in stripper heels you whore!"

"They aren't stripper heels, they're platform boots. Moron." Redhead stares wide eyed, as if he's expecting a bomb to detonate any second. I suppose in a way, it is.

"WELL HOW DO YOU EXPECT ME TO KNOW THAT!!! I BET YOU CANT EVEN FIGHT ME!! WEAKLING!! I'LL KICK YOUR ASS!!"

"Do you want some Zoloft or something? I can get you some." I really can, Kei knows a couple dealers, having made a few runs for extra cash. She mostly cuts contact with the shady stuff though.

"NO I DON'T WANT YOUR DRUGS YOU SHADY WHORE! FIGHT ME!!!"

"Hey bro, calm down! Let's make a plan for winning and proving we're the best at UA!" The redhead said, clearly trying to diffuse the situation.

"Stay out of this shitty hair!"

"TIME FOR CLASS TO START!" A booming voice yells. "THIS WILL BE A PARTNER ACTIVITY, SO PAIR UP! REMEMBER TO CHOOSE WISELY, TO BE THE BEST HEROES, ONE MUST WORK WELL WITH OTHERS!" Ha, looks like the Bakugo kid did not like that last part.

"WHY YOU LOOKIN' AT ME?!" He yells at Allmight.

People began to pair up, Uraraka and Deku, Bakugo and Kirishima, etc. The girls were crowding the split one, and the bird boy came over to me.

"Would you like to be my fellow partner of darkness in this activity?"

"Sure," I said.

"There are 30 of these sandbags hidden around the facility as hostages. There are also 20 of Ectoplasm's copies scattered around. They won't always be near the hostages. Once down, a copy will stay down. It is not required to fight any of the clones. Attacking anybody but the clones is prohibited. The team to rescue the most sandbags wins. You have 8 minutes to make a plan with your partner. Starting… now."

“What's your name?” I said. It's probably something emo or edgy af.

“Tokoyami Fumikage.”

“Ok, what does your quirk do?”

“This is dark shadow. He fights.” he said as a black mass with yellow eyes emerges from his back.

"So, you could fight clones while I look for hostages… but then we wouldn't be able to help each other… and my quirk's not very good at fighting."

"If we both go everywhere together we'll rescue less people, separating would be more efficient...but then what if the other finds someone? Maybe someone could

"I think that we should work together. We should set up a base and we can bring the bags there." I said. He nodded.

"Everybody line up! It's time to begin!" We did

"Ready! GO! PLUS ULTRA!" He shouted and we scrambled to the door. Someone jumped in through a window, her tongue hanging out.

Once in, I found myself in a maze. There were 4 hallways to choose from. I ran down the closest one, Tokoyami in close pursuit. I turned a corner to find a wall and a sandbag on the ground. This is easy. With no villains in sight, I pick it up and the door slams shut. A person shimmers into vision, one of the clones, because he's in Ectoplasm’s costume. He pulls out a knife and makes a jab at me. Tokoyami bangs on the door, but it's metal. I can easily move out of the way, because I live on the streets, and there are homeless drunks who will stab you, so Kei taught me how to dodge, grab their wrist, break it, and slam their head into the nearest surface. Unluckily for the clone, that was an iron door. It melts and leaves a button on the ground. I push it, and it opens the door.

We run a bit more, turning and twisting through the cemented labyrinth, until we find a clone. It has a few hostages, a big one and a small one. It must symbolize a kid. This clone just pulls a knife and slits the bigger bag open, the sand pouring onto the floor. I freeze. It grabs the small bag and holds a knife to it. He must not have a quirk because he hasn't used anything yet.

#bnha #shifting

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nataliedanovelist · 4 years

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GF - Shards of Glass 1/2

After over thirty years, Ma is getting paid a visit, all thanks to the persuasion of a sweater-making, pig-loving teenager. A loud HAPPY BIRTHDAY for Stanley and Stanford Pines, born June 15th 19?? (who cares?) Part 2 will be posted on June 30th to conclude the celebration of their existence. So stay tuned!

@thestanbros

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Mabel had never been on a plane before.

Well, okay, that wasn't entirely true; she had been on an airplane before, but she was so little back then and she didn't remember it now, so to her brain this was her first time on a plane, and she didn't like it much. She had to chew on gum the whole time to keep from getting a headache and the WiFi was too slow to function, so she daydreamed about the summer ahead as she watched the clouds roll by and imagined shapes.

Once, when she and Dipper were really little, maybe four or five, they had flown down to Ma Pines' house all the way in New Jersey for a holiday. Probably Thanksgiving since Mabel only had three memories of that trip. She remembered yummy sweet potatoes with marshmallows that she ate as much as she was allowed, she remembered the distinct smell of the flat, and she remembered…

"Attention passengers, we will be arriving in Glass Shard, New Jersey in five minutes. Please remain seated until instructed to exit the plane, and as always thanks for flying with us at…"

"Dipper, we're here!" Mabel cheered and checked her phone, her other hand busy petting a disturbed Waddles on her lap. By the time a message would load to her great uncles they would already be in front of them, so there was no point in sending a text to alert them of the arrival. "This is so exciting! A whole month sailing with my three favorite people in the world!"

"I'm so excited to see all the anomalies the guys were talking about." Dipper said, looking up from his special journal to smile at his twin. "Maybe we'll see a real adlet!"

"But first I wanna see where Grunkle Stan and Ford grew up!" Mabel piped in. "Maybe we'll see the cave where they found the Stan O' War!"

"Maybe," Dipper said, unsure how true that word was. "But don't you think they might not want to stay very long? I wouldn't be surprised if they want to set sail as soon as we get there."

"But what about their mom?" Mabel asked. "Don't they want to see her?"

Dipper looked down at the silver pinetree on his blue book. Their great-grandmother was a tough old bird (as Grandpa Shermie called her) and was still going in her early nineties. Grant it, she didn't do much besides give an occasional palm reading to keep herself busy, but she was definitely still around. Grandpa Shermie was good about staying in touch with her from what Dad said, and Dad called her every Sunday, but she was still relatively lonely due to the fact that her husband was gone (good riddance) and two of her sons hadn't spoken to her in thirty years. ("Stanford" had been very quiet during Stanley's funeral, had refused to attend Filbrick's, and when Grunkle Stan saw Dipper and Mabel being born he left just before Ma arrived at the hospital.) While a visit was way overdue, it might be too little too late.

"I'm sure they want to see her," Dipper finally said as he looked back up at Mabel. "But it might be too hard, now. And not just for them, you know? How would she take it? Would she even believe them?"

Mabel's attitude dropped a little bit more. She shrugged and scratched the spot Waddles can never reach. "I dunno… Dad took the news okay."

Dipper smiled. When their parents' had gotten Mabel's letter their mother didn't believe them, but their father took them seriously and only shrugged and said, "Yup, that sounds like my uncles, alright."

"I think it's a good idea to see Ma, but let's not pressure them, okay?" Dipper settled on.

"Don't worry, Bro-Bro." Mabel said confidently. "It'll all work out. Oo! Look, look, look! We're here! Look, Dipper, look!"

"Okay okay, I'm looking." Dipper chuckled as they both watched the ground come closer and closer, the plane landing safely on the runway and gliding peacefully.

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Ford had always been more collected and self-contained of the dynamic duo; this became apparent as he was able to stand perfectly calm in the airport with his hands on the pockets of his blue jacket while Stan tapped his foot impatiently and checked his phone every minute, even though he never received a notification or heard a ringtone. Ford smiled and came up with a joke to poke the bear with. "Well well, has Stanley Pines truly gone soft for two teenagers?"

"Shaddup." Stan growled but smiled back nonetheless.

"You know, a watched pot never boils. Just relax."

"I ain't worried or nothing, Poindexter," Stan defended. "Sorry that an uncle's excited to see his kids!"

"I'm happily anticipating their arrival, as well," Ford chuckled. "I'll admit it, Mabel's idea of sailing with us is a fantastic one. Why in the Multiverse she wanted to go so badly she felt compelled to beg for a month straight…"

"Believe it or not, the kids like us." Stan lightly punched his shoulder. "I'm sure all they want is to be stuck on a boat with two cool old men for a month with nothing but fish and an occasional monster for company."

"And a pig."

Stan snorted. "I try to forget that naked jerk."

"And we all know how great of a job you…" Ford cut himself off, turning red and fearing he had crossed a line, but Stan laughed loudly and slapped his knee.

"Okay okay, you got me there…"

"Stanley,"

"What?"

Just as Stan turned around, his eyes landed on the two most precious things in the world: a boy in a ushanka and navy blue vest with a green t-shirt and blue jeans, a journal in his hands and a large backpack on his shoulders, and a girl with shoulder-length brown hair kept back with a red headband, wearing a purple sweater with a big pink heart that held a golden fish and a golden six-fingered hand, a pig in her arms and a huge suitcase just busting at the seam with sweaters and arts n' crafts supplies.

Mabel grinned with teeth free of braces and tears in her eyes and let Waddles down so they could all run freely. Stan broke into a run for his pumpkin and ignored the squealing pig that arrived at him first by a split second, little hooves on his jeans and button eyes requesting cuddles. Stan scooped Mabel up into his arms and held her tight, her arms wrapped around his neck and her face in his shoulder. Dipper was at his legs in an instant and hugged him, not bothering to pretend it's a chokehold or a means to make the old guy trip and fall. Stan freed an arm to keep him close, and not even a second after Dipper joined the hug Ford was by his brother's side and Dipper adjusted to hug him, too.

Stan heard a small sniff and rubbed Mabel's back. "Sweetie, you're not crying, are you?"

Mabel lifted her head up from his shoulder to look at him, wiping away the tears on her cheeks and eyes. "N-No…" Her smile unwavering through her white lie.

Stan chuckled warmly and put her down next to her twin. "Alright, let us get a good look at you two."

"You've seen us at least once a week." Dipper reminded him. They video-chatted constantly and there wasn't a day they didn't exchange an email or a text message.

"This is different, now shaddap and let me work through my cataracts." Stan and Ford looked at the kids hungrily, who was looking back at them just the same, as if they couldn't absorb each other's appearances enough. Which was probably true. "You've both gotten taller."

"I'm taller than Mabel now!"

"By one milometer!"

"Now don't get short with your brother." Ford said with a smile, making every laugh, including Mabel, who shrugged with a "whatcha gonna do" atmosphere to it.

"And your teeth look amazing, pumpkin!" Stan commented; back in March she had gotten the braces removed and admitted to being unsure if her teeth looked good enough, but they dazzled beautifully when she grinned and apart from a painful reminder that she was growing up, Stan was pleased with the new change.

"And the pictures and video don't do your hair justice. You look beautiful." Ford got on one knee and ruffled her hair, making her giggle and playfully swat his hand away. "I must ask, was there a reason for the new hairstyle, or did you simply fancy trying something new?"

"Let's just say an arts n' crafts accident didn't leave me much choice." Mabel said with a wink.

"She set her hair on fire and we had to cut off the dead ends." Dipper spoiled.

"Dipper! I gotta keep some secrets! It makes me look cool and mysterious!"

"No more secret, sweetie." Stan laughed alongside her.

"And Dipper, my boy, you've certainly grown up a lot since we've last seen you." Ford noted as he stood back up.

"Yeah, who gave you permission to look more manly and junk?"

Dipper rolled his eyes at Grunkle Stan's comment, but Mabel chimed in first. "He's already grown five chest hairs! I bet he named them, too."

"I did not!"

"He won't let me see, though…"

"Last time you saw my chest hair you put it in your scrapbook!"

"That's cuz it was your first, Dip-Dip. The rest aren't as special."

The uncles laughed at the kids' playful bickering and Stan took Mabel's suitcase and they ventured out of the airport with Waddles in Mabel's arms.

With the airport being on the furthest side of town from the beach, Stan flagged down a cab and they piled in for the docks. The entire car-ride they filled each other in on their lives, the kids talking about school and the adults giving brief summaries of some of their adventures. Waddles moved from Mabel's lap to Stan's, and without a single comment and only funny looks from the others, Stan scratched the pig as he talked and listened.

At long last the cab pulled up to the docks and the kids ran out, tired of sitting after a six-hour flight and a twenty-minute car ride, while Ford paid for the ride. The younger set of twins raced to the boat they had only seen pictures of and marveled at the vessel before them. Already showing signs of harsh weather and tons of love, the Stan O' War II stood strong on the gentle sea salt waves, the white letter shining in the early-afternoon sun. With a cozy cabin with a downstairs bedroom and an upstairs everything room, a hardtop for astronomy and sunbathing, and a big enough cockpit for the small family, the Stan O' War II had been an excellent home for the old pair of twins and the younger pair of twins were excited to live here for the first half of summer.

"There she is, kids!" Stan said proudly, a hand on Dipper's shoulder. "This ole girl survived Fiji Monkeys, sirens, and five different krakens. It's completely and totally safe." And then a piece of the antenna for the TV fell off.

"Grunkle Stan, if we can survive in the Mystery Shack for an entire summer, I think we'll be fine here." Dipper said while Mabel ran up to the boat and climbed up with Ford behind her.

"What do you think, my dear?"

"It's BEAUTIFUL!" Mabel squealed and hoisted Waddles up into the boat with them, her eyes sparkling with stars as she took in every detail. "I can't wait to get splinters and name all the moldy spots!"

"Unfortunately, there aren't any moldy spots yet." Ford chuckled. "But there are some craters in the wood that haven't been named."

"Leave that to Mabel!"

When Stan and Dipper joined them, the old men took the kids downstairs to the bedroom to unload their things and get situated. What once used to only hold a set of bunk beds and a dresser now also hosted a set of hammocks hooked to the wall and the dresser, one on top of the other for the kids. Mabel squealed with delight and snuggled into the lower one (still a little afraid of heights) and Dipper said, "Whoa, cool! Thanks, guys."

"Well, can't have you two gremlins sleeping out on deck, can we?" Stan asked. He clapped his hands together and declared, "Alright! You two get settled while Ford and I get us out at sea…"

Mabel sat up on her knees, her hands on the edge of the hammock. "Wait, Grunkle Stan! Aren't you gonna give us the grand tour?"

Stan shrugged. "It's a small boat. Not much to tour, kid."

"I mean Glass Shard Beach." Mabel pressed. "You could show us that old candy store and your swing-set and the boardwalk you used to play in!"

Ford looked over at his brother; while he could stomach saying here a little longer, he wasn't sure how comfortable Stan was taking a trip down memory lane, but then again Stan was always preaching about how "the past's in the past" and "old memories shouldn't stop us from making newer, better ones," but that didn't excuse the fact that Stan had been quick to suggest leaving the docks as soon as they picked up the kids and get the supplies they needed when they first arrived.

But Stan smiled, crossed his arms over his chest, and smirked, "I don't see why not? You cool with it, Sixer?"

Ford smiled at his family. "I think it's a wonderful idea. The boardwalk should be open, maybe the Freak Show is still there."

"Freak Show?! Let's go!" Mabel hopped out of her hammock and the four left the boat for town.

Walking alongside the beach and letting Mabel ride on Stan's shoulders, the kids got a good glimpse of the town. They eventually decide to walk into it on the way to the boardwalk, the old men wondering how much Glass Shard had changed.

It was an odd combination of "nothing changes" and "everything changes". The buildings were still the same, not much torn down or rebuilt, but the interiors were mostly updated or something completely different. They passed the Juke Joint and Stan found he couldn't ignore the growl in his stomach. Nothing but the staff had changed (and the prices had gone up due to inflation), the wall art and food and music still the same, but they had a fun time in the diner as the adults told the kids why What's New Kittycat wasn't an option in the jukebox.

After the late lunch, they were just about to enter the boardwalk when they spotted the candy store that mostly sold saltwater taffy, but they also sold jelly jeans, toffee peanuts, peanut brittle, and any kind of candy anyone could want. Though the store had been given a clean update since Ford and Stan were children, the candy was better than they remembered and they all filled their pockets with bags of sweets. Then they strolled along the Boardwalk and while they didn't play many games, the Stan-twins had a lot of fun telling stories that came along with each and every booth.

At the end, in a giant tent with a devil at the front, stood the Freak Show. Of course, none of the adults from the old men's childhood were still around, except for one muscular guy with tons of tattoos who growled at Mabel like an animal but then broke into a smile as she complimented his look and asked where she could get a cool tattoo of a headless seagull.

"Well, tear off my limbs and call me the next human pickle!" The very old tattoo guy said, his hair white and his skin in wrinkles, but his muscles still somehow very toned and his tattoos still clear as ever. "Good ole Six Fingers! How've you two been? These squirts normies?"

Dipper pulled off his hat and pushed back his bangs. "Who you calling normie?"

The whole tent gasped and a woman with hair growing all over her face said tearfully, "One of us."

"Yup, these little weirdos are Dipper and Mabel, our brother's grandkids." Stan introduced proudly.

"Aw, well ain't that swell!" A puppet said for it's puppeteer.

"So wait, you knew our great-uncles when they were kids?" Dipper asked the oldest weirdo.

"Tell us some embarrassing stories about them!" Mabel bugged, her hands on the guy's knee.

The old tattooed guy laughed. "Embarrassing?! Ha! Your uncles were cool little weirdos who made this dock more bearable! Nearly caught a devil at ten-years-old to boot!..."

"You did WHAT?!" The kids gasped at their beaming uncles.

"... Stan over there knew more swears than anyone else his age and Ford knew more secrets than anyone ever. Those two were hands-down the best pair of twins this side of the Mississippi!"

Ford, who was rosy in his cheeks, had his hands in his pockets and commented, "The Sibling Brothers would have loved to disagree."

"What who now?" Mabel asked.

"The worst pair of uptight dorks you would ever meet," Stan growled. "Ascot and Dickie. Blond-haired rich kids who claimed that no one solved a case quicker than them, but who found the Jersey Devil first, ey?!"

"You found WHAT?!"

"I wonder whatever happened to them." Ford pondered as he held his cleft chin.

"Who cares?" Stan said and motioned the kids out of the tent. "Now let's get outta here so I can show you what happens when a pelican eats a firecracker!"

"Stanley, no!"

"Stanley, YES!"

When the sun was setting beautifully on the ocean, the grunkles bought everyone some ice cream and they sat at the edge of the boardwalk to eat. At one point Stan got ice cream on his shirt with a small "Boo!" and had to leave to clean it off, but then got sidetracked and tried to cheat at a booth. Ford went over to rangle his brother, leaving the kids alone.

"Isn't this place great?" Mabel asked with Waddles licking her strawberry ice cream. "They were so lucky to grow up on a beach! Piedmont is so boring."

Dipper smiled at his sister and opened his mouth to respond, but something else caught his attention. A pair of look-alike kids were snickering and laughing as Grunkle Stan and Ford fought off a mean seagull that was trying to peek at the ice cream on Stan's chest. It was a cruel snicker, one the old men couldn't hear, but the kids could, only being a few feet away from them.

"What a couple of fools." The girl with short blonde curls laughed with a slight English accent.

"And does that one have six fingers?" The boy sneered with peering eyes, his hair greased and parted down the middle. "Ugh."

"Hey, hey!" Dipper snapped and stood up, pointing at the rude pair of siblings. "Shut it." He said darkly.

The boy scoffed with a cheeky smile. "Or what? What does it matter to you?"

"Yeah, you leave Grunkle Stan and Ford alone!" Mabel demanded, standing by her brother's side.

"Wait," The girl looked back at the old men, still fighting off the bird, and she cackled a mean laugh. "Six fingers? Rags for clothes? Stan and Ford? Are you the Pines family?"

Dipper and Mabel glared at them. "Yeah? So what?"

"I haven't heard that name since Uncle Ascot and Uncle Dickie told us about how they conquered the Jersey Devil and tricked some monsters to make the boys run away crying." The boy marveled.

Dipper and Mabel glared daggers at the kids, ready to snap at them, but a pair of adults came up behind the mean kids and a voice said coldly, "Bernard, Silvia, play nicely."

Mabel snickered. "Bernard…"

Dipper looked at the men who were around Ford and Stan's age. Their blond hair was freckled with gray, one of the men had a twirly mustache and wore a red and brown sweater-vest combo while the other was clean-shaved and wore a blue polo with khakis. Their blue eyes were cold and mean, and Mabel and Dipper instantly didn't like them. Ascot and Dickie smiled maliciously; these kids looked nearly identical to those pains in their sides. "I see twins run in your family, as well, do they?"

"Excellent deduction, Dickie." His brother commented. "My my my, I didn't think this town could get any worse, but here we are. Once again terrorized by the discount Mystery Twins."

"Hey!" Mabel snapped. "We're awesome! Our grunkles are the best! They go on super cool adventures all the time!"

Meanwhile Stan kicked the seagull away, making it squawk and dive for his red beanie. While Stan grabbed his hat in time and tugged, Ford grabbed the bird and pulled furiously.

Ascot and Dickie rolled their eyes in unison. "We can see that."

Huffing and puffing, Ford and Stan walked up to their kids while Stan readjusted his beanie and smiled down at the best pair of Mystery Twins he knew. "Kids, if we hurry we might make it to…"

Ford's eyes widened and then narrowed darkly. "No. Way."

"What? What…" Stan looked up and growled like an angry bulldog, a hand on Dipper and Mabel's shoulder instinctively. "Oh, great. You two."

"And so the Pines twins come crawling back, eh?" Ascot snorted. "I do hope the mysterious findings out in the West have served you well, Stanford, as you preached it would." He and his family looked up and down at their faded jeans and gruff stature.

"Clearly not." Dickie and the let slip his downfall. "And here I thought your family couldn't sink any lower."

He screamed as a pig bit his ankle and Stan stole the moment of weakness for his advantage, punching the old jerk in the face and Dickie slapping him in return, the two getting into a fight. The moment Stan punched Dickie, Ascot nearly punched Stan in retaliation, but Ford jumped him and started rolling on the docks with him. Mabel shrugged and pulled on Silvia's hair and punched her on the cheek while Bernard and Dipper began slapping each other.

And that was how Stan and Ford ended up fleeing from the cops with a teenager in their arms. Stan had to pull Mabel off of the girl like an angry cat at the sound of the sirens and Ford carried Dipper merely because the old scientist was much faster than the boy.

Luckily no one was hurt, aside from some bruises on their limbs from fighting, but Silvia had grabbed Mabel's arm awkwardly at some point during the fight and her long nails scratched Mabel's skin, actually just deep enough to make a bead or two of blood. So Ford sat Mabel on the table, her sleeve rolled up, while he tried to disinfect her injury, but Mabel kept pulling away and whimpering at the painful medicine.

"Mabel, please, you're worse than Stanley was." Ford said to ease the situation.

Mabel smiled and gripped his hand a little tighter as the medicine stung her arm. Ford then quickly wrapped it up as he scolded. "And really Stanley, you couldn't have controlled your temper?"

"You're one to talk, you jumped Ascot!"

"He was about to attack you!"

"Whatever, you were both awesome!" Dipper cheered.

"Yeah! Did you see the black eyes Dickie had!" Mabel laughed. "He'll be avoiding cameras for weeks!"

"Who says it never ends well to see old friends?" Stan asked and opened the cabinet to get started on a late dinner.

Over baked beans and hotdogs, or Beanies and Weenies as the Pines called them, Stan and Ford shared their plan with Dipper and Mabel, the map laid out on the table and the trail through Canada's islands written in pencil. The kids were beyond excited. The plan was actually pretty straightforward; they were all going home to Gravity Falls together. After first exploring Boston (mostly so the nerds in the family could geek about American History), they were going up north past Prince Edward Island and the Gulf of St. Lawrence, crossing the Labrador Sea for the Baffin Bay, passing the Cornwallis, Bathrust, and Melville Islands, sailing over the Beaufort Sea, down through the Chukchi Sea, and dipping around Alaska and down south for America until they arrived at Florence so the Stan O' War II could rest for whatever remained of summer.

"This looks incredible!" Dipper said, eyeing the newspaper articles on monsters around Canada and the foggy photographs that accompanied it.

"I'm so excited!" Mabel cheered, shoving her cheeks full of Beanies and Weenies.

"Then we'll head out first thing tomorrow!" Stan declared.

"Actually, can we go see Ma first?"

It was like a record had screeched horribly. Stan's whole body tensed, his jaw was tighter, and he was gripping his spoon much tighter than necessary. Ford, however, looked like he was caving in himself, like an animal curling up in fear to hide, his back hunched over and his head a bit lower. Dipper glared at his sister. "Mabel," He hissed in his warning tone.

"What?" Mabel asked gently. "I miss her. It'd be good to see her again, don't you think?"

"Well yeah, but…"

"I didn't know you had met her." Ford mumbled with a soft smile.

Mabel grinned. "Yeah! We talked on the phone sometimes when Dad would call. And we went to see her once. She loves us! She's super cool! She's the one that told me I'd one day marry a really handsome guy."

"She only said that cuz you wouldn't quit begging her to read your palm." Dipper sneered with a smile. "You know all her fortunes were fake, right?"

"The love behind them wasn't." Mabel insisted. "Come on, can't see just go say hello? We're already here, we might as well. She'd be so surprised!"

"I don't think that's a good idea, my dear." Ford said quietly.

"Why not?" Mabel asked gently.

"Well… given everything that has happened… it would just be very difficult."

"So is defeating a triangle demon, but you guys did it together, didn't you?" Mabel said with a soothing smile. She covered one of Ford's polydactyl hands and squeezed it reassuringly. "I know it'll be hard, but I think we should go see her? Don't you want to say hello?"

"Of course I do." Ford said quickly. "She's my mother, but…" His eyes went to Stan, suddenly concerned about something. "Stanley, you've been very quiet."

Mabel looked at her hero to find him engulfed in shame. She wondered if he had looked like that after Ford was lost behind the portal. He held his head with one hand, his elbows on the table, and the strong grunkle she knew resembled a tired old man too much for her liking. Mabel's heart dropped when she came to the conclusion that she caused that pain. "Grunkle Stan…"

"Look, it's no secret I did a bad job of staying in touch with her even before the portal business." Stan started with. "I definitely went months without a payphone for her."

"You're not the only one to blame." Ford sighed. "I hardly called her when I was in college and nothing changed when I moved to Gravity Falls. Fiddleford was actually the one who encouraged me to call her one day the summer before… before everything happened. That was the last time I spoke to her."

"Yeah well, I kept that character trait in my portrayal of you, Sixer." Stan growled, his anger at himself. "You know her; she's too smart. One long look at me and she would've known who I was. You can't fool the best conwoman in New Jersey. So I just straight-up avoided her. I didn't even go to Pa's funeral and showed up early to see you two gremlins being born, all so I could avoid her. And I would've been too tempted to dance on someone's grave if I had gone to the funeral." He added.

"Stanley,"

"Kidding, that was a joke. The point is, just popping in after all these years seems too little too late in my book. So, no. sorry, but we're not going."

"Grunkle Stan," Mabel said as soft as a kitten and got down from the table to stand next to him. "I'm sure Ma would wanna see you."

"I don't think so, sweetie…"

"That's not true." Mabel said firmly. "She loves you both. All moms love their kids, no matter how many stupid mistakes they make, or how old and grunkly they get." She added, making Stan crack a smile that didn't last long. "It doesn't matter how mad our mom would be, she'd still wanna talk to us. She even forgave Dipper for breaking her favorite mug."

"Geez, it's been five years…"

"And you still haven't replaced it, Dip-Dip." Mabel said and focused her attention on both of the old guys. "If you two really don't think you can go see Ma, it's okay. We don't have to go. But I think you guys want to go, and you two need to go. She needs to know the truth, she needs to know you're okay, and even if she doesn't take it well, at least you can say you tried and you won't have to worry about it anymore."

Stan and Ford's eyes flickered to each other to use that awesome twin-telepathy they had or whatever. Or maybe they were just close enough to be able to read minds with a single facial expression to go off of. Either way, Stan gently ruffled Mabel's hair with a smile and said, "Alright, we'll go see Ma tomorrow after breakfast."

Mabel wanted to cheer and shout and punch the air victoriously, but she managed to catch herself in time and only allowed a quiet "yes!" before hugging Grunkle Stan and saying, "I'm so proud of you guys." She quickly hugged Ford before returning to her dinner, choosing to ignore the star-struck looks on the old men's faces.

~~~~~~~~~~

A few hours later and Mabel was sitting criss-cross in her hammock, wearing pajamas while knitting. The gentle clicking of her needles harmonized with the gentle rocking of the waves and her grunkle's humming from the tiny bathroom. Dipper was above her, reading a book quickly before bed, and when Stan emerged from the bathroom in his boxers and undershirt, taking his gray hair damp with a towel, and saw that his twin wasn't preparing for bed, he growled, "Sixer, do I have to drug you again?! Get down here!"

"I'm coming!" Ford called back.

Stan rolled his eyes. "Yeesh. You kids settled in okay?"

"Yeah," Dipper said casually.

"I love these hammocks!" Mabel said, rocking hers a little with joy. "Maybe we should replace the mattresses at the Shack with these!"

Stan chuckled as he threw his towel at the foot of the bunk bed and he noticed the beautiful deep violet yarn in his niece's lap. "Whatcha workin' on, Mabel? 'Nother sweater?"

"Yup!" Mabel said proudly to show a thick and cozy purple sweater that was a little more detailed than her usual creations. While this one lacked any pictures or designs, the sleeves had been woven with a special pattern down the arm and the wrists and neck were so thick and fluffy they resembled odd clouds you could sink into. "I wanna show Ma how much better I've gotten since she taught me."

Surprisingly, the mention of his mother made Stan smile, not frown. Ford came down the stairs just in time to hear Mabel say that, and they both smiled tiredly at their niece. "I didn't know she taught you how to knit."

"Oh yeah," Mabel said with a nod and resumed her work. "When Dipper and I were four or five we visited her for Thanksgiving with Mom and Dad and Grandma and Grandpa. I don't remember much about it, but I remember the delicious sweet potatoes with marshmallows, the flat's smell, and that Ma taught me how to knit. Mom and Dad and Grandma were busy in the kitchen and didn't want my help (I still have no idea why), and Grandpa Shermie had fallen asleep while watching the parade. Ma sat in this rocking chair, and at first I thought she was a witch and doing magic, making two shiny sticks click together to make something, but Ma laughed and explained what she was doing and asked if I wanted to do it, too. So she let me sit on her lap and follow her hands as we made a really pretty blanket until dinner was ready. Ma even let me take some yarn and a pair of needles home with me, and I haven't stopped knitting since."

Stan smiled, sitting on the bottom bunk. "That's really cool, sweetie."

Ford, who had slipped into the bathroom to change into his blue flannel pajamas, called from the other side of the door, "She will love a Mabel Pines original."

"Thanks. I hope so." Mabel inspected her work and gave a quick nod of approval before packing it away in her suitcase and curling up for bed.

One by one everyone settled down. Ford emerged with clean teeth and pajamas and climbed up to his bed, putting his glasses up on a shelf by his head. Dipper turned off the lamp on top of the dresser, leaving only Stan's nightstand-lamp on, and he set his book down and began to settle. Stan was just about to turn off his lamp, but Mabel sat up and gasped, "Wait! You guys! Tell us about the Jersey Devil!"

Dipper sat up excitedly and sided with his twin. "Yeah! When were you gonna tell us that one, anyways?"

Stan shrugged with a cheeky smile and Ford chuckled. "Oh come on, you don't wanna hear about the first pair of Mystery Twins." Stan teased, waving the idea away.

"Yeah we do!" Dipper argued with a grin. "Come on!"

"It can even be our bedtime story!" Mabel suggested, snuggling into her blankets and smiling at her uncle with those adorable eyes and cheeks no man was immune to.

"How old are you again?"

"Oh, just tell them, Stanley."

"Alright alright," Stan rubbed his hands together with a toothy grin and wiggled his fingers to begin the story. "The year was 1960-something in Glass Shard Beach, New Jersey. Summer had just started, but before we could figure out which urban legend to hunt down that day, Pa called for Stanford and was really mad about something…"

"Now, hold on, Stanley." Ford said, sitting up a little from lying on his front and listening to his brother's story. "Pa called for both of us! In fact, we called for 'Stan Pines' but we both knew that meant he wanted us both."

"What?!" Stan gasped, pretending to be offended. "Me, innocent and perfect, being angrily called? Never!"

Dipper and Mabel laughed, not sure if Stan had ever truly been innocent, and so from that point forward the elder twins told the story together, interrupting each other with corrected versions of the story and doubling the runtime, but the kids weren't complaining. Hearing about the old Freak Show, killing the Sibling Brothers, and basically acting how Dipper and Mabel would act on a search for the devil, was hands-down the best bedtime story in the history of bedtime stories, and by the time they had gotten to the part where Shanklin the Stab-Possum saved the day, Waddles was asleep on Stan's bed and the kids were shiny-eyed.

"And that's how Stanley and I ended up grounded for the summer." Ford concluded with, adding in a shrug. "To be honest, we didn't even mind. Solitary confinement is't so bad with the right prison mate. Pa was angry when Stan confessed, but I think some small part of him appreciated the honesty. I guess I'll never know."

"And that's when you two knew you'd be adventuring together for the rest of your lives and everyone lived happily ever after!" Mabel cheered.

Ford laughed at her adorable nature and commented, "I suppose we did."

"Alright, everyone get some shut eye." Stan gruffed as he laid down, gently pushing Waddles out of the way so he could rest his legs, but all that did was cause the pig to trot up to his hand and lay underneath it for sleep. "G'night."

Three voices returned the wish for pleasant dreams and Stan turned off the lamp. The room was soon filled with the gentle snores of the four Pines, escaping into a world entirely their own.

#GF #gravity falls #ford pines #stan pines #mabel pines #dipper pines #week 2: birhtday #june 15th #HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!#ANGST AND FLUFF

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My Crimson Valentine ((POV))

((Hey people. 😊 Today, since Valentine's Day is just around the corner a little later, I had to write a special fanfic about everyone's favorite crimson hunter getting busy with a certain girl who is new in Abel City to visit him. Plus, it's a POV version for the ladies out there. Anyway, hope you guys enjoy this story and Happy Early Valentine's Day 💘💘💘💝💝💝 😊✌))

The crimson hunter, lastly created by the late Dr. Albert Wily, previously known of the uncontrollable maverick who lusts for blood, carnage, even destruction increases his strength along with everything he possesses. Founded by the former leader of Hunter HQ before being escorted to be tested after the ferocious duel against him, until later on when the impossible virus had traveled it way within the strong balded crusader's armored anatomy away from the blonde irregular's helmet to successfully control the new host. Forming from evil to good has allowed him to join the organization which meaning by hunting down crazed evildoers that caused havoc upon peace. Hardly addresses himself as the hero, however to battle against difficult odds such as maverick while for those around that he believes in at heart, for his own will also. Throwing away the corrupted memories of his past which blinded his focus of a better future awaiting ahead as well as to embrace off multiple sadness from his body.

Now, as the irregular destroying commander of the 0th unit, lacking any clemency towards opponents and acts with a "too cool for school" attitude to lower his emotions instead of showing them to anyone expect his indigo comrade in arms. Ranked into an upperclass position, bearing with the energy beam sword for slashing down anything blocking his path. Aiding with his colleagues, brawling baddies, passed onto with additional power ups, the rest during numerous journeys. He is ultimately quite difficult to become defeated when it comes to danger calling him out, but not with assistance to accomplish any tasks at hand. This fearless swordsman in red is named Zero.

At last, slightly exhausted of every beatings along with rescuing the innocent like any super hero would always do, fully relaxed while the daylight is young, the golden locked hunter had peered his eyes towards you into a seductive persona. Lying onto his bed sideways with his hand planted on the manly thigh to await your appearance inside his dorm. Smirking with a satisfying preparation in mind for a guest of honor such as yourself.

"Mmmmm he he he he~... Well well~... Hello to you, my sweet young treat~ What brings you here to MY lair of awesomeness~? Just by looking at your expression, I suppose you're here to visit me or to earn my autograph, right~? Either way, it wouldn't even matter much anyway since I'm bored with nothing to do~ But what really does now is to amuse a cute little lady like you with my irresistible charms to hypnotize my fans~" The upperclassmen spoke deeply with a sexual tone, walking over and takes you by your hand into his room as a welcoming manner by stroking his hand under your chin. Placing you upon his bed. "So, why don't ya come inside and make yourself comfortable until I freshen up for a special surprise in store just for you~ BRB~" He winked at you, rising right out of his bed capsule to change into a different armor.

While waiting for the blush colored host, you would began to take out something from your backpack like a notebook to draw characters, anime or shapes in order to keep yourself occupied. Even to write a journal about your life. It was your time here in Abel City, never have seen or been here before to meet the legendary Maverick Hunter in the flesh. Or perhaps reploid, of course. You hummed while enjoying usual hobbies like in your house, loving nature even to make friends, pondering about such wonderful memories within your thoughts just to keep you happy and lively for the rest of your life through tough times. It truly warms your innocent heart all the way along with emotions, until a surprise sudden has called your attention....

"Hey there, gorgeous~ Thanks for the long wait for me to straighten myself up, didn't wanna get too.... messy around ya~.... " Outside the bathroom despite of his "freshening up" methods, hearing his voice aiming across the roam has made you look away from the notebook that you're drawing and directly at him, who is wearing nothing underneath his armor like the inner black suit, but into a sexy belly dancing attire to suit him quite better out of his under clothing. Revealing not only the body, yet secondly his most flawless treasure known to man: his diamond shaped navel of his abs, placed with an initialed Z shaped jewel inside, similar on his left shoulder. The appearing shade of redness shown itself in your cheeks during your first witness of your host's harden bods of steel completely in front of you.

"Awww~ Did I made ya blush, little girl~? I kinda love it when you look real nervous when you're around me~ Cause it really, REALLY turns me on~" Slurped the bright red sword wielder, approaching his irresistible self towards you, folding his arms behind the brighten locks of his tied up hair. Blinking his sparkling sapphire pupils slowly to create something even more consensual than before or after your arrival to surround you along with everything in his dorm. You began to feel speechless for a fast second, beholding his fairly gifted body before you now when he chuckled.

"Mmmm~ Giving the silent treatment, too, aren't we~? I like that in a human woman~" Anything about you has impressed the saber enhanced mentor even more than busting against his enemies in the hunting days when duty calls. Could be a waste of time, but not as long as you're here to make his life interesting. "So, beautiful~ Whaddya think~? Like what ya see~? Did my abs impress you~? No need to answer cause I'm already aware of that~ Let's put away the notebook and enjoy ourselves, shall we~" He said again, helping to throw away the book off your hands. Snapping his fingers automatically to initiate the sensual music before the beginning of his dance. Once again, you blinked while watching him jiggle his hips to the rhythm, back and forwards non stop. Several visions of him showering the pleasurable has blinded you away from the focuses about your life, being slowly imprisoned filled of little resistance left in your body to fight it off.

"Mmmm~ Damn, you look so delicious when I take a closer look at you~" Licked his clean filled of the starving metaphorical act, circling around you while slowly drawing his finger on your shoulder. "Even though you're a human, but it ain't gonna change the fact or my mind since you're here~ Lemme taste you for a bit to see if you're good enough to eat~ Meow~" He does that right away by licking your cheek, making you fluster into a shade of pink appearing in your face. "Hot damn~ Did my tastes buds lie~? Or is it telling the truth~? You truly ARE my sweetest dessert, babycakes~ Meaning that I'm gonna save YOU for later after my overwhelming performance~"

Dancing very closer to you, caressing all over his glistening armor as well as his body to approach once more. Seducing you by shaking more of his delectable manly hips with his might, polishing the crotch if necessary. Commencing to arouse your being becoming trapped in his grasps to never release or allow you to flee from his inescapable sights, pinning down your body of his hypnotic dance. Then, feeding on your thoughts with his sultry speech.

"It's no use trying to resist my urges, baby~ My body will consume you whole whether you admire it or not so try not to fight against it~" He compelled, positioning his finger into a "come over here" action to brainwash you. "Come on~ Let my poisonous effects absorb you~ Look into my eyes and rid yourself of those tragedies holding you down from your senses~ Submit to me, my innocent slave~ Obey my body forever~ Smoothingly erasing your worries from your mind and replacing them with images of the sunshine haired expert's erotic movements clearing off those irritating dirt of lies entirely out of your peeps, helping you to see perfectly even by looking at your maverick hunting host shaking his money maker for you. Complying his demands with the lack of free will to shield yourself away of something elegant, you had no other option but to surrender by gazing straightly at him into the middle of his dance.

"So~ What do you think of my stunning bods, little lady~? You like it, even when I punish myself for being a bad boy~? Hmm~? He he he he~ Then I'll take that as a yes~" He moaned while speaking to you sexually. "Well, how about I give you.....this to change your pretty little thinking~? Continually to please you the hardest, he would slowly remove the pierced jewel from his stomach. Placing it on the desk table. You would be able to watch carefully of his special present only for you to see instead of others, but your mind says to resist it for this "nightmare" will haunt you in your sleep forever. Once the gem has been confiscated out of the body, he "accidentally" insert one of fingers deeply inside his ravishing navel.

"Whoops~ He he he he~ My bad, darling~ Didn't mean to cause an accident to you like that~ Or did I~?" Grinned the A Class sword fighter, planning his act on you in the first place by circling deeper into his belly button. Extending out his tongue to rock it like in the concert to party all night, siding with shaking his thighs of continuation towards the dance.

"Unh~ Unh~ M...Mmm god, it feels so nice~" He spits out his longing yet magnificent moan all the way from his mouth trying to dash for freedom, drilling his finger into the dark cavern of the stomach more further. Pleasing you to death with every inch of his power but quietly. Over and over he punishes his stomach hole without trying to stop himself. "Ahhhh~ I love massaging my navel during off duties at peace~ It really takes my mind off of killing enemies~ But, I couldn't hide it from somebody so tranquil and quiet like you~" He refers to you, winking to arouse his guest by "cleaning" his deepen abyss of a stomach hole further. You slightly blushed from his unseen hobby, attempting to look for an escapable exit. However, nothing could ever work because of the frozen spell of his seduction pinned you down on the seat.

"Oh yeah~ Yeah~ Mmmmm, face it, pumpkin~ I know you wanna see me ground my deep, luscious, tasty, warm navel of mine for being very naughty~ Don't try to deny it~ You CAN and WILL love it when I play with it~ Or better yet, to let you taste it~" He spoke toward at you, placing a torturing spell which is impossible to break. More shades of red pinkish flustering substance had yet again made its appearance in your face, eyes stretched of shocking discovery, heart pumping in a repetitive beat. It's as if you have seen a boy band member saying your name to climb up onstage or earning a first gift. But this, right up front, is even more breathtaking than both all combined at once.

Forwardly into your ear, his calm voice enters within your mind. Purring seductively due to his obsession with his new plaything like you to have fun with.

"Purrrrrrr~" No matter how much you try or do that could drive the spell from your consciousness, that too, is unstoppable to leap out of. "It's already too late to back out from me, doll~ Cause there ain't gonna be an exit to save you now that you're all mine~" He said, tilting your head directly to him by his hand grappling your cheeks. "You know, before I met an adorable birdie like you, all I ever do was fight off maverick trash all freaking day without getting a single break, which is completely boring for my taste~ But now here you are, making my life a living heaven than hell like in my usual days as a hunter~" You nodded while listening. "I really like you that much, despite of being a human, but still~ " He comes at you, proceeding towards your face. "As a matter of fact, you mean the world to me, Valentine, and that's why.... I wanna taste and suck your irresistible at the same cause I'm so famished~ So, let's kill off the idle chat, shall we~? And lemme give you something to make you.... remember me in your dreams~ Let me kiss you~ So~ Badly~....." With everything pushed out of the way, the stern yet handsome reploid in red inserted his lips into yours deeply. Drinking the life out of you with a craved thirst before resuming his belly dancing routine. His perfect smooch has gave you a further blush.

"Mmmmmmmm~" So forever long, he softly yoinked himself from the perfect smooch given to you and licked. "God, you taste even better than the rest~ So delicious~" Swallowed the smirked hunter, enjoying your clear lips until he continue his undodgable dance of lust to please you rapidly. Secondly, the glorious cave of a navel to pleasure or play with as well.

That trick, especially the breath stealing kiss, had forced you to have a nosebleed right away from his unavoidable surprise than earlier before. Without holding any grudge against the blonde host's perfect symbol of desires that shuts down all worries from their minds, the only chance you have is to submit towards his beauty and enjoy it, refusing to turn back. Zero smiled gladly at you, wanting more of his fascinating dances to ease your boredom aside in the garbage where it belongs.

"So~ Finally enjoying my gift, huh~? Good girl~" He smiled rapidly, resuming his lustful dance for your enjoyment. "I'm so proud of you for cherishing a pleasant gift I rained on you, sweet treat~ For that, here's another one from me~...." For following his directions of the pleasurable belly dance, the handsome rose themed ex maverick lays his hands onto your soft cheeks while you are a little prepared for something much more....appealing? However, you have to allow him by accepting the second present until finally, he mashed his lips gently into yours. Tongue and teeth.

"Mmmmmm~....."

Your eyes started to open widely because of the seeping smooch warming up your whole heart upwards to 100%, blushing darker than earlier. While you slowly responded back, he continues to sink his kiss into your lips all day long, never to get enough of your existence for one minute just to stomp on his doomed past like an insect. Non stop after separating himself from lip locking with you, he continues his beautiful entertainment by dancing, especially navel pleasuring, to please you more than the first act while you're gazing towards him with both hands placed under your chin. Directly in front of you, he blow a kiss at you for further mood at peace.

"Mmmmmwah~..... Mmmm, thanks again for keeping company to shut up my boredom today, cutie~ You're just the one who never gets tired of my unbeatable charms~" Winked the high ranked blade user, impressed by your company to sleep away his exhaustion from dealing with endless hordes of irregular rabble rousers all the time. You replied with a nod, watching permanently of your die hard android in light burgundy with all your heart no matter what. Enjoying both his company, even the erotic dance as well.

He may become of the lone wolf type reploid who refuses to gain anyone's assistance during heart throbbing missions, roughing up tough mavericks without problems whatsoever. However, fighting alongside friends to be stronger foes than him or enemies combined has made the yellow headed mentor even too powerful other than his base state. Because companionship can make any dream succeed so long as everyone remains by his side always, even the true Maverick Hunter should realize this. Furthermore, no crime lovers including the inhumaniods baddies could ever escape from the beam sword bearer of Abel City when it comes to disasters knocking on the town's door without regret. But for now, he is finally relaxing during his off duty with the only person in store to interest his company instead of all else: You.

"Happy Valentine's Day, ladies~ Feel free to visit yours truly anytime~ Mmmwah~💖"

#megaman #mmx #zero #pov #valentine's day #fanfic #earlyvalentinesday2021

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seoups · 4 years

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TRIGGER WARNING: ANGST, SELF HARM, DEPRESSION, SUICIDAL THOUGHTS, SUICIDE

Growing up in the system with your brother didn’t help you growing up. You and Keigo had no parents to help you with anything. But you had each other, and that was better than any parental relationship.

Your brother soon became a pro hero and the number 3 pro hero. His hero name is Hawks. When your quirk had developed, it was learned that you had the same quirk as your beloved brother.

Keigo trained you as much as he could before you were sent to take the UA entrance exam.

Not to his surprise, you passed the exam and were set to start going to school at UA.

“Good job, squirt,” he ruffled your hair. “Thanks,” you said. “Aren’t you excited?” he asked. “Not really,” you said. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m excited to be a hero but I’m just not excited for 3 years of getting judged by my peers and self-questioning if I’m good enough to be in the course.” “You need to lighten up,” he said. “If only it was that easy,” you said. “Are you ok, kid?” he asked. “Sure,” you said, walking away to your room. “Hey, kid, get back here!” he exclaimed, flying after you. “What?” you asked. “Seriously, are you ok? Do you wanna talk about something?” he asked. “Yeah, I’m fine. You can go,” You said. “I know something’s on your mind,” he said. “Just… you’re such a legend around here. What if I can’t follow your footsteps and be as good as you,” you said. “Everyone at this school are the best of the best. What if I can’t compare?” “Kid, I’ve taught you everything I’ve learned. You are more than comparable. And even if you still worry about that, just don’t tell anyone that you’re my sister,” he said. “Sure,” you said. “Ok, now get a good night’s rest cause you have to go to school early tomarrow,” he said. “Ok, sure. Are you gonna come drop me off?” you asked. “I’ll try my best to make it,” he said. “Ok,” you said.

Your brother ended up being busy in the morning and you flew to school yourself. Once you arrived at the UA gate, you landed, encountering a red head with pointy teeth.

“Woah, that’s an impressive quirk,” he said. “Oh, uh, thanks,” you said. “I’m Kirishima. I think we met at the exam,” he said. “Oh right, I’m y/n,” you said. “What class did you end up in?” he asked. “Class 1-A. What about you?” you asked. “Me too! I hope the rest of our classmates are cool and manly like you,” he smiled. “I’m not that special,” you blushed. “Yes, you are!” he exclaimed. “Your quirk is so cool and flashy. Mine’s nothing in comparison to yours.” “What? All quirks are awesome,” you said. “Well, the flashy ones are definitely the best for heroing. Speaking of heroing, your quirk is a lot like Hawks isn’t it?” he asked. “Oh, I, uh, never thought of that before. I guess they are quite similar,” you internally panicked. “Oh hey, Kirishima!” a boy who distinctly reminded me of pikachu screamed out towards the red head. “Hey Denki!” Kirishima exclaimed. “Who’s this?” Denki smirked. “I’m y/n,” you said. “Nice to meet you, Y/n,” he smiled.

You smiled back.

“Are you in 1-A too?” you asked him. “Yeah! This is gonna be so much fun!” he exclaimed. “Maybe,” you smiled.

Maybe this class wasn’t going to be so bad.

During lunch, you got a call from your brother. You answered, bringing the phone up to your ear.

“Hey, kid, how’s the first day?” he asked. “It’s surprisingly good. It’s a lot better than what I expected,” you said. “That’s awesome! I got to go, but I’ll see you later tonight,” he said. “See ya,” you said, ending the call.

“Boyfriend?” Kirishima asked. “Brother,” you corrected. “Oh gotchu,” he said. “Me? A boyfriend? No one would want me,” you laughed. “What? You’re crazy,” Denki said. “Not crazy, just right,” you said. “Not right, just fucking stupid,” Sero said. “I- Sero’s such a bully,” you laughed. “You clearly havent had a conversation with Bakugo before,” Kirishima said. “WHAT DID YOU SAY SHITTY HAIR?” Bakugo screamed. “Ah, I hear it now,” you laughed. “I’LL KICK YOUR ASS!” he screamed. “Wanna try me, pomeranian hair?” you asked, sending a feather close as possible to his neck. He growled in your direction. “That’s exactly what I thought,” I took the feather back. “Damn, Y/n, you’re kinda scary,” Kirishima chuckled. “Good,” you chuckled. ~

You flew home, in a surprisingly good mood. After a few hours, your brother returned home.

“Hey, kid, how was school?” He asked. “It was good,” you smiled. “A smile? That’s unusual. What’s got you so happy?” he chuckled. “I have some friends now and they think I’m pretty cool,” you smiled. “No one’s ever really done that before.” “That’s amazing, y/n!” He smiled. “Kiri did say that my quirk was similar to yours but other than that I don’t think they suspect anything yet,” you said. “You should just tell them I’m your brother,” he said. “That’s too high expectations for me,” you said. “If they’re really your friends they won’t judge you based on your family,” he said. “I don’t want to take any chances. I like them a lot, Keigo,” you said. “I don’t want to lose the only friends I’ve ever had. You of all people should understand that.” “Y/n, I-” you cut him off by leaving and going to your room, locking the door behind you. “Y/n, come out,” he knocked on the door. “No, I’m tired,” you lied. “That’s bullshit, you sleep at 1 in the morning,” he said. “I’m sleeping early,” you lied again. “Bullshit. Y/n M/n Takami get out here,” he said. “No,” you said. “Y/n, please. Just talk to me. I know you’re dealing with a lot of shit right now and me not being here most of the time isn’t helping with that but I need you to talk to me,” he said. “I’m going to bed early, Keigo,” you said softly. “Just please tell me that you’re ok,” he said. “I’m fine,” you said. “Ok. I believe you. Goodnight, y/n,” he said. “Night,” you said.

You moved to your bed, lying down.

If I have this great life where my brother makes a ton of money and is one of the top heroes, why do I feel like this. Why do I feel like my life is nothing compared to everyone else? Why do I feel like I’m not doing enough? Why do I feel guilty for feeling this way?

You sighed before getting up and going to the bathroom, rummaging through your cabinets. You grabbed your razor, smiling as the light glinted in the blades. Disassembling the razor and grabbing a blade, you lifted your skirt and the band of your underwear. You pressed the blade into your skin, dragging slowly, trying your best to hide your whimpers.

I deserve this. I shouldn’t be sad. I have everything. I deserve this.

You wrapped your cut with gauze and bandage before you pulled down your clothes again and rinsed the blade, tossing the razor in the trash.

I deserve this.

You went back to your room and flopped on your bed. The pain coming from your side distracting you from your energy you still had left, causing you to go to get tired and go to sleep.

“KID WAKE UP, YOU’RE GONNA BE LATE!”

You woke up to the sound of Keigo screaming. Quickly getting ready, you ran out of your room.

You ran to the apartment door.

“Wait, Y/n, you have to eat something!” he screamed. “I’m good,” you said before running out the door.

You ran to the first floor before flying to school. You entered the homeroom 2 minutes late.

“Y/n! You can’t be late!” Iida exclaimed, doing some weird hand motions. “Let alone late on the first day!” “I slept in and my door was locked so my brother couldn’t wake me up,” you said, sitting in your seat. “Why didn’t you parents wake you up?” Denki asked. “Don’t have any,” you said. “Oh, I’m sorry, y/n,” Kiri said. “It’s not like they left me, I never even met them in the first place,” you shrugged. “I just try to forget about it.” “It must’ve been tough without parents growing up,” Uraraka said. “We managed,” you shrugged. “Guys, lay off with the questions,” Jiro said. You smiled at Jiro. “I’m gonna go to the bathroom. Kiri, can you cover for me?” you asked. “Yeah, sure,” he said.

You went to the bathroom and locked yourself in the stall.

Lifting your skirt again, you used a feather to cut a light slit in your hip again, this time lower than the last one.

They probably left because of me. They saw me after I was born and were so disgusted that they threw me and Keigo out. He should be blaming me for not having our parents. Why doesn’t he?

You wrapped gauze and bandage around your hip.

The gauze seemed to be lightly visible, but it wasn’t visible enough for someone to question.

You walked back to class.

“Thanks for covering,” you mouthed to Kiri.

He gave you a thumbs up.

“Hey, Kid,” Keigo said as you walked into the apartment. “Hey, you’re home early,” you said. “Yeah, I had some free time,” he said. “Ok, well I have to do some homework,” You said, walking toward your room. “Wait a minute, Kid,” Hawks stopped you. “What’s that?” he gestured to the gauze. “Oh, it’s nothing,” you panicked. “Don’t lie to me,” he said. “I said, it’s nothing,” you repeated. “I will pin you down and see what it is, don’t test me,” he said.

After a second of quick thinking, you attempted to run to your room but Keigo, who has trained his quirk longer, was faster than you and swooped in front of you.

“Y/n, show me it,” he said. “Keigo, please, no,” you cried. “Kid, the fact that you’re trying to hide it from me is making me worry and I’m really hoping it’s not what I think it is,” he said. “Keigo please,” you pleaded. “Show it to me. Please,” he said softly.

You cried as you lifted up your skirt and took off the gauze.

“Did you do this to yourself?” he cried. You sobbed as he pulled you into a hug.

“Do you want therapy? Will that make you better? What can I do to help you? Please I’ll do anything to help you,” he sobbed. “I don’t know,” you cried. “Is school doing this? Is Aizawa drilling you too hard cause I’ll beat his-” you cut him off. “School isn’t doing this,” you cried. “We’re gonna get you therapy and a diagnosis. We’re going to the doctor tomarrow after school, don’t be late,” he said.

You nodded before heading towards your room.

“Wait,” he said. “Bring me all your razors.” “Keigo I-,” you started. “Don’t argue with me on this one,” he said. “And I’ll go to your room and check so don’t try hiding any.” “Ok,” you nodded your head.

I can just use my feathers. I’ll be fine.

“And don’t fucking think about using you feathers. No more locking the door,” he said. “I’m sorry,” you said. “It’s not your fault,” he said, pulling you close and pressing a kiss to your temple.

You smiled and went to your room. Grabbing your packs of razors and bringing them to him.

“How am I supposed to shave?” you asked. “Here, hold up,” he said.

He went to his room and came back. A beard trimmer in his hands.

“Use this. The blades arent sharp enough to cut you but they shave pretty well,” he said. “Thanks,” you said, putting it in your bathroom.

“Hey, y/n, are you ok?” Kirishima asked, clearly worried. “Oh, uh, yeah, I’m fine. Thanks for worrying about me though,” you feigned a smile.

He got closer to you.

“Y/n, are you sure? I know the look of not being ok and you’re giving me that look. And I know that was a fake smile,” he whispered.

You took a deep breath before speaking again.

“Meet me outside after class,” you said. “Ok,” he smiled.

…

You smiled as you saw Kirishima outside.

“So, what did you want to talk to me about?” he asked. “You were right. I’m not ok,” you said. “Do you want to talk about it? I’m all ears. I know how it feels to not be ok,” he said. “Um, you know how I don’t have parents but that really affected me a lot and my brother not being around a lot also contributed to that so I started to do a bunch of really, uhm, unhealthy things like self-harm,” you said, your voice breaking. “Y/n, if you don’t want to talk about it, you don’t have to. I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable,” he said, hearing your voice break. “N-no, I want to be able to talk to someone other than my brother about it,” you said. “Ok, then continue,” he smiled. “Yesterday, my brother found out that I self-harm and there was a lot of crying but he was really supportive and wants me to get better and now I have a doctor’s appointment today and I’m getting diagnosed,” you said. “That’s amazing, y/n!” he exclaimed. “I hope that you can get better and stop your habits.” “Thanks, Kiri,” you smiled. “Can I tell you something?” he asked. “Sure,” you said. “I like you a lot, Y/n. And I want you to get better and be happy so I’m gonna do whatever you need me to do to help you out,” he blushed. “You like me?” you asked. “Yeah, and I don’t care if you don’t like me. I just want to help you out,” he chuckled.

You smiled before you hugged him.

“Thanks, Kiri,” you smiled.

He hugged you back.

“No problem, Y/n,” he smiled.

You ran to Kirishima as you entered school grounds.

“Kiri!” you exclaimed. “Y/n! How’d it go?” he asked. “It was good! She diagnosed me with depression and prescribed me some meds, and I have therapy tomarrow. I mean, I was sobbing the whole time but it counts, right?” you asked. “It does,” he smiled. “and I’m really proud of you for doing that.” “Thanks, Kiri,” You hugged him.

…

“So, you two aren’t dating?” Denki asked. “Nope, just best friends,” you said. “Somehow, I doubt that,” he said. “Well, we’re just best friends so you’re gonna have to believe it,” you said.

You two chuckled.

“Kiri! I’m a week clean!” you cried. “Good job!” he picked you up and spun you. “It’s all thanks to you,” you said. “I didn’t really do anything,” he said. “What do you mean? You supported me the entire time,” you wiped the tears from your face. “You did that all yourself! All I did was reassure you,” he smiled. “I love you, thank you for being there for me, Kiri,” you hugged him. “O-Of course, Y/n!” he smiled.

…

“HAPPY 1 WEEK!” Keigo screamed as you entered the apartment. “Thanks, Keigo,” you chuckled, hugging him. “Are you feeling better?” he asked. “Uhm, a little bit,” you smiled. “The intrusive thoughts are gone so I call it a win.” “That’s good. You’re awesome, Y/n. Thank you for doing this,” he hugged you again. “It’s not that great of an accomplishment but thanks,” you chuckled. “Are you kidding me? This is amazing progress! Next thing you know, you’ll be 100 years clean!” he smiled. “I don’t even know if I’ll live to be 100 years old,” you said. “Don’t say that,” he pouted. “I mean like in the natural way,” you said.

Lie. The intrusive thoughts aren’t gone. You aren’t doing better and this accomplishment is bullshit. It’s praising you for doing the very least.

Brushing the thoughts aside, you went to your room.

“Tomorrow, we’re gonna have a bring your parents to school day. Yay,” he feigned a cheer.

The whole class looked at you with a sympathizing look.

How did they all know? Were people talking about you behind your back? Where they trash talking you for being a loser with no parents?

“Y/n, I’m sure you can bring your brother?” Aizawa asked. “Oh, uh, maybe,” you said. “He’s really busy most of the time so I’m not sure.”

You can’t even get your own brother to show up? That’s fucking pathetic.

You were sure that’s what they were thinking. You knew they wouldn’t say it to you because they were too nice.

…

“Keigo, there’s this bring your parent to school thing tomarrow, do you want to come?” you asked. “You want everyone to know that I’m your brother? What about the high expectations?” he asked. “High expectations are better than everyone thinking that I can’t even get my brother to hang out with me,” you said. “Ok, I’ll come with you to school tomarrow,” he said. “Thanks,” you said. “Anytime, kid,” he said.

“Kid, let’s go, we’re gonna be late,” Keigo said. “I’m coming!” you exclaimed.

We left the apartment and flew to school, landing at the gate.

“Woah, Y/n, this is your brother? Your brother is Hawks?” Denki asked. “Uh, yeah,” You said. “Nice to meet you,” Keigo shook his hand. “You too,” Denki said.

Kirishima ran up to us, a taller woman coming behind him.

“Hey,” he slung his arm around me. “Hey, Kiri. Meet my brother, Keigo,” you said. “Nice to meet you. I’m Kirishima,” Kiri smiled. “Nice too mee you too, Kirishima,” Keigo shook his hand. “Oh, and this is my mom,” Kiri introduced us. “Nice to meet you,” You smiled.

We walked with Kiri to class 1-A. Keigo pulled up a chair next to me and sat by my desk. Everyone was staring at us.

Aizawa had everyone introduce their parents and you waited patiently until it was your turn to introduce your brother.

You and Keigo stood up.

“Uhm, this is my brother, Keigo. You guys probably know him better as Hawks,” You said. “Nice to meet my little sister’s classmates,” Keigo ruffled your hair. “You’re impossible,” you said, fixing your hair.

You two sat back down.

You looked around. Everyone was so happy with their parents.

I could never have that relationship with my parents. They looked so happy with their parents. Their family doesn’t have to worry about them killing themselves.

I should just end it so Keigo doesn’t have to worry about me.

“You ok?” Keigo asked. “Yeah, I’m good,” you smiled.

They probably left you cause you were weak and lame.

You took a deep breathe before you and Keigo left for your next class.

…

“Alright, Kid. This was fun but I have to go work,” Keigo said. “Ok, what time are you gonna be home?” you asked. “7 maybe?” he said. “Ok, I’ll see you at home,” you said, hugging him. “See ya, Kid,” he said before he took off.

Is that the last time I’ll hug him?

The day ended as soon as it had started, and you headed home.

You popped the note into your pocket and started flying home. You flew to the top of the apartment building and stood there.

I’m sorry Keigo. I’m sorry Kiri. I’m sorry for being a pain. I’m sorry for making you worry.

You flew up higher before you put your wings away, letting yourself free fall.

I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.

You felt yourself getting close to the ground. But you didn’t stop yourself.

You let yourself fall and hit the pavement.

“WHAT HAPPENED TO HER?” Keigo screamed in the Hospital waiting room. “Sir, please calm down,” the doctor exclaimed. “Just tell me what she did,” he cried. “Based on the injuries, we can tell that she fell from a high distance. At least 500 meters. And since we know she was heavily depressed and was taking anti-depressants, we believe this was suicide. Especially cause we found this in her pocket,” the doctor said, handing the note to Keigo. “Thanks, doc,” he rubbed the tears out of his eyes.

He opened the note.

Hi,

It’s Y/n, but I guess you know that. I know your angry. I know you’re hurt. I know you probably hate me but you have to understand.

I couldn’t do this anymore. I couldn’t pretend I was ok when I wasn’t. The pills weren’t helping. The therapist wasn’t helping. The intrusive thoughts never left. They just got worse.

I wanted to help people but it turns out that I couldn’t even help myself.

Keigo I’m sorry. You were the best brother in the world and I’m sorry for doing this to you. I love you so much and thank you for trying to help me out. I’m sorry for leaving you alone. I’m sorry for being a terrible sister. I’m sorry for ruining everything. I’m sorry for being the worst. You were so supportive and you just wanted the best for me but I couldn’t take it. I couldn’t stay here and I need you to understand that. Please continue to be a hero and help everyone. I love you.

Kiri Thank you for being there for me and being the only one I could rely on at school. Your quirk is amazing and is definitely hero material, flashy or not. You’re going to be the best hero out there. You were always so smiley. Keep smiling for me, ok? I love you.

Keigo wiped the tears away from his face before he stepped into the classroom. He stood at the front.

“If you guys remember me, I’m Keigo, Y/n’s brother. You might have noticed that Y/n wasn’t here yesterday and I’m here to talk about that,” Keigo said, his voice breaking. “Yeah, is she sick or something?” Kirishima asked. “The day before yesterday, Y/n killed herself,” Keigo said.

The class was silent. No one could comprehend what happened. Kirishima was stunned. His best friend killed herself. He thought she was getting better.

They had a moment of silence for their classmate.

Keigo walked up to the redhead.

“You’re Kiri, right?” he asked. “Yeah, I am,” Kirishima said. “She wrote a section for you in her note. You should read it,” Keigo handed him the note. “S-She did?” he stuttered. “Yeah. You were incredibly special to her. Thank you for trying to help her,” Keigo tried to smile.

Kirishima tried to smile back. He read the note before handing it back to her brother. Keigo ripped off the part that was for Kirishima and gave it to him.

“Thanks,” Kirishima said.

Keigo smiled back before leaving.

“I’ll keep smiling for you, Y/n,” Kirishima smiled.

#bnha #bnha headcanons #bnha imagines #bnha kirishima #incorrect bnha quotes #bnha eijiro kirishima #kirishima #kirishima eijirou #kirishima angst #kirishima fluff #boku no hero academia hawks #boku no hero academia kirishima #hawks angst #hawks fluff

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knaite-solo · 4 years

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My mom’s Top 5 Boku no Hero Characters

She only watched season 1 yesterday so this certainly will change. We’ll started season 2 on this friday.

1 - Tenya Iida

She likes his design and his quirk. Her first impression was that he was too grown up and rigid to be a 15-year-old, but little by little she became more affectionate with his serious nature, finding his sense of justice (and hands gestures) a very adorable trait.

2 - Todoroki Shoto

What she likes most about him is how he can be powerful without bragging about his greatness, unlike Bakugou (a character she hates). Honestly, my mom would kick Bakugou’s ass if she could. She was so happy when Deku and Uraraka won the battle simulation. It was funny to see her saying "get fucked, you little piece of shit".

Returning to Todoroki, she sees an obvious resemblance to him and Zuko (yes, she watched Avatar with me) and is another reason why she likes him.

I asked, "Mom, why do you like Todoroki?" And she said, "Because he is awesome."

3 - Aizawa Shota

My mom is a teacher so she had an almost instant affinity with him. The fact that he sleeps in class, let students do whatever they want as long as they don't bother him and uses messy clothes made her identify a lot. She works with an audience of children aged 11 to 15 years, so it is natural that the routine is stressful and sometimes the desire to don't give a fuck is strong.

Initially, my mother found him kinda rough and very hard on the class, but when Aizawa heroically defended the students and was practically tortured by Nobu, she saw a side of him that she fell in love with. A tough teacher is not necessarily a villain. Sometimes, they take harsh attitudes because they think that is the right way to deal with certain situations and that doesn't mean that they don't care about you.

4 - Uraraka Ochako

In short, my mother thinks she is a kind person and that is something we should all be with each other. Furthermore, she finds her quirk incredible and her cuteness immeasurable.

5 - Kirishima Eijirou

We talked a lot about who would be the last one and she surprised me saying that it would be Kirishima. Honestly, I expected someone like All Might or Midoriya (even Present Mic since she wished she could scream like him), but in the end, she chose Kirishima. And why Kirishima?

He is clearly a manly guy, but with a personality that conflicts with the stereotype that tough guys are insensitive, showing that he is someone who cares a lot about others and is very sweet. Even his smile, with its super sharp teeth, has something special about it. You end up being infected by that joy.

Another thing that my mother loved about him is the fact that he has incredible power, but he doesn't realize it, commenting with Midoriya that he doesn't think that being able to harden his body is really cool and that he probably won't attract attention in the future as a pro hero. He doesn’t see his own potential and that drew her attention to his person.

And... Midoriya Inko!

(I thought she deserved an honorable mention)

My mother and I have a relationship very similar to what Izuku and Inko have. She is the type of mother who cares about me excessively and always tries to cheer me up, even in the silliest way possible. The scene where little Midoriya asks if he can be a hero like All Might and she hugs him while they both cry was very personal to me.

Five years ago I lost all mental instability and three years later I was diagnosed with Borderline Personality Disorder (BPD) and I lost absolutely everything. All my work to be the best went to waste and I was abandoned by many people when they realized that I could no longer be what they asked.

I remember the night I received my diagnosis and asked my mother "Why me? Why I was born with a defect?" My mom hugged me in the same way that Inko hugged Izuku in the anime. I just wanted to die and be reborn in another way. I felt guilty for not being the perfect daughter. I hit rock bottom over and over again, but I never gave up on my dreams, just like Deku. And I am grateful for my mother's support. She is an Inko in my life.

I'm so proud of my mom. She's has a really good taste.

So, what did you think of her choices? What’s your top 5?

I’m tagging you guys since you’re amazing BNHA fans and I hope that doesn’t bother you.

@shoutodoki @ourladyofseijoh @virtualkeef

#bnha #my hero academia #boku no hero #boku no hero academia #top 5 characters #top 5 #not my gif #I had a lot of fun writing this #Hope you guys had too

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mawritesbnha · 5 years

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the members of the bakusquad with a quiet partner please and thank youu. Also i really like your writing

Soooooo

I did hcs cause you know, multiple characters

I don’t know if Jirou is officially part of the Bakusquad but I included her cause she’s great and I’ve never written for her, buuuut I couldn’t find a lot of things to say…

Also I feel like I was a bit harsh on Mina, sorry about that…

First time writing for Sero as well and uuuuhhh I actually think I like him a lot now, I have to stop thinking about it.

Anyway hope you’ll enjoy these dearie! And feedback is always appreciated just leaving this here

Smoochies from Ma!

Katsuki

he mostly doesn’t mind

sometimes he even finds it comforting

his family, his life, himself…all of these are pretty hectic and loud so it can feel really relaxing to be with someone who’s quieter

it does remind him a bit of his parents’ relationship though

meaning that he’s like his mum? angry hedgehog isn’t too thrilled

I mean he knows they’re similar but it still doesn’t mean he’ll openly admit it

he does enjoy the fact that they’re only talking when they have something important to say, kacchan isn’t fond of chit chat as you might have guessed

now I can also see him get frustrated quite often with a quiet s/o

it will get on his nerves if they hardly ever voice their opinion and he’ll nag them so he can finally know what is going on in their brain

part of this is because it’s not how he functions so he has trouble understanding it sometimes and bakuboi doesn’t do well with confusion

but another reason is that he knows how…passionate he can be, and he doesn’t want to step all over his partner

so yeah part of his aggressivity is just him caring

tough love FTW

in the end, I think a quiet, or at least a more level-headed partner would be best for him

Eijirou

is there anything that could deter this precious shark baby??

I don’t think so

whether you’re quiet or loud doesn’t matter, he’ll love you just as much

and he’ll adapt depending on what you need from him

thinks is s/o is so cool and manly with that mysterious, quiet aura

he loves it

but he’ll sometimes worry he’s too much for you, after all he is a rather vibrant person

but I can also see him having moments when he is really calm and doesn’t talk too much, just chilling by himself or with you

maybe working out

but just recharging you know?

people at UA and in general tend to be really loud therefore it can be difficult for quiet people to make their voice heard, so Eijirou always tries to make sure that you can express yourself and that your opinion is taken into account

in the end, it doesn’t matter to Kirishima and I don’t think there is a type that would suit him better

he’s honestly such a sweetheart you’d have to make some serious efforts to not have an amazing relationship with him

Denki

don’t worry he’ll do the talking

LOTS of it

just look at him interact with Shinsou, he obviously doesn’t mind when someone’s a lot more reserved than he is

you don’t see the need to talk about yourself or feel like you’d be boring or oversharing?

forget it, Pikachu will ask you lots of questions and be really enthusiastic about anything that you tell him

you’d honestly complement each other out well and I also think he could benefit from dating someone who’s not as extra as him

he would appreciate someone who could/would flirt back with him even though it’d make him really flustered

but he also doesn’t mind being the most vocal about your mutual affection

explains that his smooth talking has rendered you speechless

you’re really just trying to keep it together cause he makes you swooon

right?

I can see him being a little self-conscious

actually really self-conscious

I’ve already said that I don’t believe Denki knows what he’s doing, and he can be pretty insecure

already thinks he really is stupid and that his loud behaviour is making that even more obvious

are you finding it annoying? tiring? is he draining you? omg is he embarrassing you?

behind his cheeky smiles I can see lots of internal meltdowns

please reassure this poor zappy baby

in the end I think Kaminachu would go well with a quiet s/o (and that seems to be his type) just not hardcore quiet

Hanta

punchlines

seriously I can see you being that kind of couple who doesn’t talk a lot but when they do it blows everyone away

Sero’s a pretty chill guy and has no problem understanding and accepting your quietness

lots of dates where it’s just the two of you hanging out together in comfortable silence, maybe with some occasional comments but you don’t need much to feel at ease together

still, he’s a social kinda guy who can talk and make new friends really easily so he is often surrounded

he’ll make sure this doesn’t become too much for you and you don’t feel excluded though

likes to tease you sometimes but it’s never mean-spirited

you being more reserved actually leaves some room for him to finally shine and he does enjoy that

although he sometimes feels guilty over it, believing it’s selfish of him to think like that

but as I said he is a very considerate boyfriend and he will help you come out of your shell if need be and be way gentler than someone in that process

in the end Sero could go with either a quiet or loud s/o (for the latter they’d have to make sure they’re not overshadowing him though)

Mina

opposites attract I guess?

she doesn’t really have a problem with it but it can get confusing for her

like sometimes she’ll try to do something sweet by her standards and that would just make you uncomfortable

once she realises it she’s really sorry about the whole thing and promises to do better next time

she is going to get frustrated by your quietness

like don’t get me wrong, she doesn’t want you to change and loves you the way you are

but there are times when she can act a little like a child, pouting and whining about how you’re not telling her enough that you love her, or that she wishes you’d do more of the stuff she likes and that you usually decline because of your reserved personality

like Denki she’d be happy to do most of the talking and she will ask you some questions but I feel like she wouldn’t be as good of a listener as him

she loves to learn new things about you of course, but if you’re reluctant to talk about yourself she’ll nag you about it just for the sake of nagging you

in the end I think a quiet s/o wouldn’t be ideal for Mina, it could still work, but it’d take a lot more efforts and communication than with a s/o who’d be a bit more like her

Kyoka

so like twins?

okay she might not be the quietest but she definitely is one of the more reserved students

the silently judging you couple

like with Hanta, you both do not talk much but when you do it’s often pure genius

you like to tease others, especially when they’re being rude about your quietness

you do talk a bit more when it’s just the two of you, it just comes naturally

and it’s often very sweet and cute, who’d have thought

if you’re not already a musician she’d try to get you to play an instrument explaining that it’s a great way to express yourself without having to talk

she agrees to sing to you but only on special occasions and it makes her blush

in the end I think Jirou would get along very well with a quiet s/o, but maybe someone a bit more extroverted than her would actually balance the relationship better

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junionigiri · 5 years

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Prompt: KiriMina; Kirishima listening to Mina's heart beating faster and faster

{Hey anon! Sorry this is a week late, I hope you like this! :) this is based on the new tidbit of info in the character book, where Mina admits that she’s never been in-love before.}

One afternoon--a normal day in the gym when the sun sets over a pink, flushed sky--Ashido idly tells him, “You know, Kiri, I’ve never been in-love before.”

Kirishima thinks he was paying close attention to what she’s been saying the entire time, but in an instant, he’s lost. Whatever it was they were talking about flies out the window, leaving nothing but the crystal clear timber of her voice over the noise in his head at the mention of love.

She chides him for not paying attention, followed by a jab at his side with a sharp finger. “Mt. Lady and Kamui? Living under one roof? There’s obviously something going on between them, duh!”

Kirishima tries his best to follow her train of thought. It’s tough sometimes because Ashido tends to go off the rails when she gossips, and his attention span can only manage so much.

“So what I’m saying is, I’ve never experienced anything like that before.”

“Living with guys in the same house? We’ve been doing that for a while now in the dorms.”

“No, it’s different when grown-ups do it,” she insists, dark eyes glistening with a shade of intrigue. “There’s usually sex and drama and messy feelings involved. At least, that’s what it’s like when they talk about it in manga.”

The type of manga he reads definitely doesn’t have those. He sticks to action--willful protagonists, simple plots, flashy fight scenes. He wouldn’t know about love in manga, about what Ashido thinks love might be.

That’s not to say that he knows completely nothing about it, though. But maybe he should keep that part of the discussion to himself.

“Maybe it’s different in real life,” he supplies helpfully.

She shrugs. “Uh-huh. So I’m saying, I wouldn’t know, because I’ve never experienced that before. Well--obviously the sex part, never. But the messy feelings part? Also never.”

She doesn’t flinch or blush even once during this discussion. Kirishima wonders if he can ever be that bold. He also wonders if Ashido will tease him about how hot his face suddenly becomes at the mention of se… um, the intimate parts. Gosh, he’s not ready for this kind of talk.

Trying to keep it cool, he focuses on the beams of the ceiling instead. “So... you actually want the messy feelings part?”

Ashido makes a weird, high pitched noise--bored, wistful, curious at the same time. Flopping on the mats next to him, she keeps her eyes transfixed on the ceiling too, as if looking for whatever it is that caught his attention. “Dunno? But doesn’t it make you curious to know what it feels like, being in-love? I bet it feels crazy. Ochako-chan won’t tell me anything about it, even though she’s obviously in the messy feelings part…”

Kirishima laughs. “Uraraka probably doesn’t know what she’s feeling either. It isn’t easy feeling things like that.”

He probably makes a mistake because Ashido suddenly stares at him with suspicious, narrow eyes.

“... I guess.”

“You guess.”

“Uh-huh.”

She shifts closer to him. The tang of the acid on her skin tickles his nostrils, the curiosity even more so. “So--you’re talking an awful lot like someone who knows what it’s like.”

She doesn’t need to be that close. He tries to keep it cool again when he says, “Knows what what’s like?”

“Don’t play dumb.” Ashido huffs in disdain. “Kiri, have you been holding back on me? Keeping secrets, telling lies? I thought I was your horn buddy. I thought I was your girl.”

She means it in an entirely platonic way, of course. She and him are friends and always just friends. Kirishima’s stupid heart shouldn’t be beating as fast as this. And he shouldn’t be stammering when he answers, “I’ve never lied to you, Ashido! That’s just not manly. I’m just saying, messy feelings are messy and it’s probably hard to let anyone know how it’s like by just telling.”

“Probably,” she repeats, with a stubborn pout.

“Yeah,” he pauses, then adds, “Hypothetically.”

He isn’t one for big words, but he’s really desperate in this situation. Ashido has that look in her eyes that she isn’t going to let him go without a satisfactory answer. He’s already worried about how long this back and forth is going to take, and if he’s going to get out of this one unscathed.

“So, hypothetically,” she says, pretending not to care at all, “Just hypothetically, Kiri. When do the hypothetical feelings start to happen?”

Ashido is the worst person to let things slip. It doesn’t matter how much he backs away or avoids her gaze, she’s on him like a demanding cat. “W… well.” If only he was really good at lies. “Hypothetically speaking, anyone can get their first crush in middle school.”

“See now that wasn’t so hard was it.” A little devilish smirk on her lips. Irresistible, really. “Go on.”

Kirishima exhales noisily. “Uh… yeah. I’m just guessing that a middle school guy (or girl) can get a crush on a middle school classmate who’s… who’s cool? Cheerful? Strong?”

“Manly?” Ashido adds with a smirk.

“Yeah, exactly,” Kirishima says with a laugh. “Also, smart, in their own way.”

The girl wrinkles her nose at that. “Eh. Brains are overrated,” she decides. “So tell me more. How does it feel like having a crush?”

“W… well… I wouldn’t--”

“We’re still doing the hypothetical thing, Kiri. Chillax.”

“Why am I the one who--”

“You started it.”

He didn’t. From the very beginning, it was Ashido who started it. Who started everything in him. He takes a deep breath.

“Okay. So… I’m guessing that it feels crazy, right. Like… you meet this girl (or guy)... she’s just there where you happen to be. She’s got okay grades, an okay quirk, and okay figure, she’s cute but like, everyone is cute so it didn’t matter if you guys are existing in the same space before. She probably thinks the same thing about you, and you’re lucky if she does. She might not think you exist at all.”

Ashido stares at him with a focus that he’s never seen before. So she can listen to someone talk for so long if she put her heart into it. “Okay, I can imagine that. Then what?”

“Then… something happens--” he voice catches remembering the giant man from years ago, threatening all those people downtown, “--and suddenly they’re not just someone who happens to be there. Suddenly they’re special. Suddenly being in that same space with them feels different.”

“Different how?”

Kirishima sighs. He wonders if he should tell her the terrible feelings that kept him up at night. The inferiority and self-doubt. The fear. The loneliness. The illogical urge to color his hair red.

“Wouldn’t know,” he says with an awkward laugh. “Maybe something like…”

Like he wants to be just like her, and it’s awful that he isn’t.

Like he wants to be with her, and it’s painful that he isn’t.

Ashido stares at him as he struggles with his words. “Kiri… if it’s so hard to describe, just show me.”

He stops. “... show you?”

He isn’t feeling very intelligent when she nods with that mysterious glisten in her eyes. “Yep. Show me how it feels like to love someone. If anyone can show me, I’m pretty sure you can do it Kiri.”

She says it like how she asked him to nab some of Bakugou’s chili from the fridge just last week. Like she isn’t making his entire world spin right now. It’s so ridiculous that he laughs. “Why would you think that?”

She shrugs. “You get me, I get you. Most of the time. If it’s you, I’m sure I’ll understand.”

She smiles at him then--a big one, all teeth and gums and creased eyes, pink skin. Silly and lighthearted. Similar to the smile that gave him hope that things will be better one day--that he’ll be a better, manlier guy and that she’ll be watching him get there.

Damn it. He really likes her.

So he fumbles a bit trying to show her. Tries hard not to think about it, but ends up thinking too hard about it the last moment and then forcefully shutting his mind off. “Okay. Close your eyes.”

Without hesitating, she does just that. And without hesitating (too much), he takes one of her hands, with its slight burn of acid lingering over his skin, and places it over the left side of his chest.

His heart, despite knowing what’s about to happen, immediately starts stuttering in his chest.

Ashido gasps. “Kiri… it’s fast,” she says in wonder.

Of course it’s going to be fast, he wants to say, but suddenly her eyes are open and looking straight at him.

“Is this how it really feels like?” she asks. Her eyes shifting, and suddenly--

--suddenly, suddenly, they’re not just someone who happens to be there--

“Yes. That’s how it feels to be with you.”

And he hates that he just lets things slip in front of Ashido. He is as terrible a liar as his heart, but he can’t change the way he is.

But then Ashido quietly reaches for his other hand. Time slows into an anxious pace when her eyes flutter. He wonders if she’s going to throw him away.

Without hesitating, she places his hand over her chest. Under his palm he feels the evidence of her existence next to him, beating faster and faster and faster. Warm blood gushes through her veins and into the skin of her cheeks, turning them into a cute shade of pink he’s never seen on her before.

Her breathless laughter sounds like music to his ears. “It feels pretty nice.”

He smiles. “Yes, I think that’s one way to put it.”

Their hearts, cheerfully aware of each other’s existence, continue to beat along with time.

#prompts #kirishima eijirou #ashido mina #kirimina #my fics #anon #i hope you like this!

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