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For Young Royals ff writers

I started reading YR fanfiction and I noticed people using Spanish in several occasions. Since it’s canon from the show I think it’s amazing authors are trying to incorporate it but sometimes it doesn’t sound as natural. As a writer I know is really hard and also brave to work around something you don't know. That being said, I hope this guide is helpful.

1. I want to address something important because it is kinda offensive: they’re not Spanish. There’s a difference between language and nationality. Since both Omar and Carmen -Linda- have Latino heritage, is proper to assume the family comes in a way or another from South America. I read a bunch of fics in which people referred to them as Spanish, but they are Latinos. Spanish music, culture and cuisine are rather different. Please take this into account.

  2. Pet names: really cute but also kinda cringy when it's not well executed. 'Mi amor' means my love. It's normal from a parent, it's serious coming from a 16 yo boy to another. I would use it when the relationship gets serious and try to not overuse it. If they are older and married, go for it. An older Crown Prince Wilhelm would totally make his husband blush by calling him mi amor.   Mi vida (my life) is not frequent coming from a parent, less serious believe it or not and really nice. But also I wouldn't use it if you are trying to make one of them swoon for the other. It's not as romantic as it sounds in English. Bebe means baby, of course. I think it's cute, this one you can totally overuse. Sounds fresh and young, I think Simon would go for bebe and Wille would die every time. I know darling it's pretty normal in English, but cariño sounds way too motherly to me. I would only use it between Willmon if they are older and married. Cielo means sky, which sounds weird, I know.  But some people use it as a pet name. Mi cielo - my sky- as well. In a way, it means 'my everything'. Idk why. Maybe bc the sky covers everything. Who knows. I like it but it's a personal opinion. Mijo means my son. It's pretty common in Latinamerica. Parents use it all the time. Maybe try not to overuse it. Not because it's wrong, but it often feels like you´re trying too much to make them sound bilingual. Good alternatives are: hijo, amor mio, mi amor, cariño, mi cielo. 

Te amo and Te quiero are not the same. Te amo is I love you, but Te Quiero means I love you (chill version). Linda tells Simon both 'te quiero' and 'te amo' at some point, which works because it's normal from a parent or a son/daughter. Te quiero is less serious, works great between friends. Some people say te quiero when they aren't ready to say Te amo, but I wouldn't use it coming from Simon to Wille. It would be out of character. Use it between Sara-Simon-Linda.

Te adoro means I adore you. Is not common but is CUTE AND ROMANTIC. This one is completely personal, take it with a grain of salt.

Mi principe means my prince, but sounds cringy. His mom could say 'tu principe azul' which means 'your prince charming' while trying to embarrass Simon. He would blush, cute. 

Well written-normal phrases: 

'¿como estas?': How are you?

 'bien, ¿y tu?': well, and you? 

 'Como te fue hoy?': how was your day?  

'Todo va a estar bien': everything will be fine. 

 '¿Necesitas algo?': Do you need something?

 'No, gracias' 'Si, gracias': No and Yes, thank you.

‘Perdon’: Im sorry

‘Te extraño’: I miss you

 '¿Qué quieres cenar?': What do you want for dinner?

'¿Tienes tarea?': Do you have homework?

 '¿Cómo está Wilhelm?': How is Wilhelm?

‘Mamá’: Mom (Wille calls his mom ‘mama’ or ‘mamma’, but it’s a different pronunciation. I believe Simon says ‘Si, mamá’ at some point. That’s spanish.) 

‘Mami’: Mom but cuter

‘Má’: Mom but shorter. 

‘Madre’: Mother

If you have any other suggestions for pet names/words/phrases and how to apply them, send me a message!

3. Common phrases: it's important to notice that only Linda and Simon talk to the other in spanish. Unless Wille learns spanish and it's part of the plot, Simon would never say something in spanish to him - besides pet names- This includes Sara, she seems to understand but replies in swedish. I read that the actress used to work in Barcelona, Spain, so she probably understands the language. That means the decision to make her respond in swedish has something to do with her character. That being said, we don't really switch between languages if we know the other person can't understand. It's rude. I would never go and say 'como estas? ups, Im sorry, I forgot. How are you?' But something that happens A LOT is that I forget words or phrases and try to remember them by saying them in the other language. For example 'and she went to the... mierda, como se dice... aeropuerto... oh! airport!'. Or the other way around, I forget words in my mother language but I know them in english. It doesn’t seems to happen to Simon, but it’s fairly normal.  Also, and I'm sorry if this is getting too long, Simon and Linda talk to each other in spanish as a way to express how close they are. It's part of the characters and their relationship. Simon is clearly more in tune with his Latino heritage, which comes from his mom, and he shows it by using the language fluently with her. -'Como estas? -Bien, como te fue en el trabajo?' he is asking about her job and her day. It almost sounds like a conversation between a married couple. Is not meant to be weird, is meant to express that Simon feels like he has to replace his father. So maybe take this into account and don't throw spanish phrases between them just for the sake of it.

  4. If Wille learns some Spanish for Simon he would totally explode. He is clearly really proud in general and the fact that the Prince of Sweden can speak spanish because of him would kill him. In the best way. This has nothing to do with the language, but I'm just saying. Bonus points if he uses spanish to make Kristina feel left out. That would be a nice rebellious act.

5. Again, they are not spanish. People from Spain use 'vosotros' instead of 'ustedes'. Both of those word mean 'they', but in South America we don't use vosotros. This is just ONE example. I know spanish is confusing and has millions of variations; don't worry about the specifics. But try to be respectful when referring to them as spanish/latinos.

That's it for now. I'm sorry if it's not perfect. I'm from Argentina and our spanish is the messiest. But I tried to keep this guide as neutral as I could. Also also, I'm sorry if my english grammar isn't the best, this took way too long and I don't have the energy to check my mistakes. And that's okay, because languages are meant to be used and be confused. I make mistakes and that's fine. I'm not judging anyone. Please be kind to yourself. Please don't refrain from writing in spanish, this guide is meant to help you if you want to, but just the fact that you are writing anything is brilliant. Thank you for sharing your work!

Italian 101:expressing romantic love and attraction

As promised I'm back with the romantic version of this post :D Link

As usual long post ahead (❁´◡`❁)very long oof

Let's start this journey by defining each role with it's name :)

It can be quite useful to understand a certain type of mentality ! You'll see what I mean right away.

Boyfriend is ragazzo and girlfriend is ragazza and they literally mean boy and girl ahah. Now, it's normal for unmarried native English speaking couples in their late 20s and beyond, to call each other boyfriend/girlfriend. That's really not a thing in Italian. Ragazzo/a are only used by teenagers because it does feel quite infantile to refer to your s/o in such terms in our language 😅 especially if you live together... Ex:{nation x}è il mio ragazzo/la mia ragazza

... Which brings me to: compagno/a. It's the word used by adults to refer to their s/o and it means partner as in life partner and it really doesn't matter whether you're only dating, living under the same roof and/but decided not to marry(but maybe start a family!) it's still the correct terminology! So realistically the Italy Bros would call their s/o their partner, at their current age :) And oh! If you ship them with Vanya it could be a great pun since it also means comrade ahah. Kids of course don't make use of it because a) it indicates a committed relationship as I explained, it would be weird b)it kinda sounds like classmate lol (compagno di classe). Ex:{nationx}è il mio compagno/la mia compagna

Weirdly enough it's not that uncommon to hear a teen say fidanzato/a, which supposedly should only indicate your fiance ahah. As a kid it profoundly amused me to hear fellow 12-year-olds talk about their fidanzati. But it is indeed a common way to call your loved one and I used it myself to talk about my friends' bfs/gfs. As you can imagine it lost such connotation, but I can say that many still feel quite nervous about being called fidanzato/a because they feel like they're about to step on the altar. Ex:{nationx}è il mio fidanzato/la mia fidanzata

Talking about altar... Husband is marito and wife is moglie. On the other hand groom is sposo and bride is sposa. Ex:{nationx}è mio marito/mia moglie. As you can see they don't need an article, *John Mulaney voice* quella è mia moglie! I'm so sorry.

A more yoyo *snort* way to refer to your bf/gf is tipo/a, which literally means dude/dudette ahah. Ex. {Nationx}è il mio tipo/la mia tipa😎.

Onto dialectal versions:) very important tbh, could give that something more to your texts. A common way to call your bf/gf in many northern Italian languages (except my own rjrnh) is moroso/a. It stands for "amoroso", loving and it takes the article according to the language; in most cases it does, in Veneto it doesn't. Ex:{nationx}è il mio moroso/la mia morosa or (in Veneto's case) ho visto mio moroso parlare con mio fratello(I've seen my boyfriend talk to my brother). Would be cute in a social media au like, bio "mio moroso🥺" link to the poor lad's account.

In many southern Italian regions you can find zito/a :) (it's used in Apulia, Sicily and Calabria as far as I know!!) and it pretty much means lad/lass.Ex:{nationx}è il mio zito/la mia zita. I'll assume someone like Mano would use it in a more intimate context.

Common terms of endearment and silly pet names ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

A very common mistake I've encountered in ffs is "mi amore". Italian really doesn't work like Spanish, in our language "mi" isn't a possessive adjective but a particle that indicates the indirect object :3

Ex:Mi piace il gelato.(I like ice cream, Ice cream is liked by me).

Mio is what you're looking for ☺ and it doesn't change according to gender because the adjective takes the word's grammatical gender (amore is masculine). In this case the adjective should be postponed "amore mio", unless in an example like this:

Ex. Sei il mio amore(you're my love).

Tesoro works the same way!! "tesoro mio".

As I mentioned in my platonic love post patata/o is very common and so is It's diminutive patatina/o, but it seems like carotina/o (little carrot) is popular as well (not as much tho! Once again the masculine form is pure invention ahah :)) .

Many use sugary sweet stuff like pucci-pucci which don't really mean anything dbbd we all probably collectively think they sound cute(or irritating, depends who you ask).

One I've seen a couple of times in ffs is caro/a...which indeed means dear in Italian!! But it's not that popular:( mostly because it sounds straight out a 50s commercial. It's used in a ironic way and once again ,with others I've mentioned in the other post ,to address someone who happens to be particularly annoying.

My favourite ones have to be respectively tato/a for Feli and principe for Mano. I truly thought tato/a(tatino/a) were panitalian but my main moots are from the South and they said it's not a thing there,,,? Quite the revelation. It doesn't mean anything, it's just baby talk and it's used for.. Anyone really... Your child, your pet, your bf... Might be a short form for the so popular patato but who knows ahah

Principe truly fucks me up. The idea of Romano calling his bf prince out all of things sends me. And yet it seems like it's quite popular in some parts of the South?? In my friend's @flamaflavio words "I've seen 30 something years old women use it". Oh btw princess is principessa just in case :3

Any kind of cute little animal is game(for example cucciolotto,little puppy or topolino/a little mouse that I've already mentioned). And ah in English there's this thing where you take your s/o name and add bear, in Italian it's orsacchiottino, little teddy bear.

Almost forgotten about it, a bad boy type of character might use dolcezza, sweet thing, or piccolo/a baby.

Let's conclude this post with some sentences o(〃＾▽＾〃)o

Sono innamorato/a di te "I'm in love with you"

Mi sono innamorato/a di te "I've fallen in love with you"

Ho una cotta per lui/lei "I've a crush on him/her"

A more sappy one could be "sei la luce dei miei occhi" (you're my eyes' light). It's also said by parents to their children

Ti adoro "I adore you"

Mi piaci "I like you"

Sono pazzo/a di lui/lei "I'm crazy for him/her"

I won't cover compliments but I can tell you how to say someone is hot ahah. You can say:

Che figo/a! (He/she's really hot!)

È davvero bono/a (He/she's really hot)

A funny way is "È proprio gnocco/a". My girl @flamaflavio introduced me to " È un intero piatto di gnocchi " "He/she/they is/are an entire plate of gnocchi" and I've never been the same😭

We also say "è proprio manzo" to talk about a guy ajsjsj. Manzo means beef, so I suppose it's the Italian version of "beefcake". On the same tone of the gnocchi plate a common meme is " Non è solo un manzo è un'intera macelleria " He's not only beef (a steak??)he's an entire butcher's.

In genovese slang(not language mind you, kids language ahhehs) we might jokingly say "Che beccio". A beccio is a very confident (and hot?definitely stylish) guy.

A more crass way can be "Che fregno/a"

Will keep this PG djdj but you can check this link out if you want some funny horny on main expressions ahah link

Aaand we're done!!! Just let me know if you've enjoyed this and what you'll like me to cover in next post 🥰 thanks for reading this

A love like silk// Han Jisung pt. 5

Bad boy!Jisung

Genre: Angst/ Fluff

Summary: Silk, one of the softest fabrics on the planet. It’s breathable and comfortable. Just like how he was to you. He gave you space to breath. He always made sure you were okay. Yet why, do people say he’s bad to you? He gave you a love that’s soft and tender. A love that involves soft touches, tight hugs for comfort and sweet talk, smooth like silk.

Word count: 3,6k Warnings: Swearing.

It was another school day and Y/n’s parents had yelled at the principal the other day when they found out their daughter has been beaten up. The principal was shocked and he suspended the students for a week with a cleaning punishment.

Students stared at Y/n when she walked through the school. The news went around like fire and they wanted to see if it was sure and Y/n’s leftover scars were the confirmation of the story. Random people would come up to her and ask how she was. She assured them she was fine. Other students who swore at the other day came to her and apologised to her. ‘It’s okay.’ She would say.

Other people were just staring at her, not just because of her wound but also because Jeongin was clinging onto her. “Jeongin, really I’m fine.” “But I feel guilty.” “What happened the other day isn’t you fault, you know that.” She tells him softly. “I just feel bad that you got hurt. It shouldn’t had happened.” “It shouldn’t but that was Jiyeon’s fault.”   “That girl is crazy.” Jeongin laughs, making Y/n laugh as well. “By the way, Minho is throwing a party this Saturday. Would you like to come as well?” “Yeah, sounds like fun.”

Saturday was here and Y/n walked into the place where the party was hosted. Minho had decorated his place. When she greeted him, he bragged how he secretly threw this party, since his parents went onto a trip. They talked for a while, before she went on the search for Yasmin. She was also invited, but she was nowhere to be found. When Y/n did find her she saw that her friend was attempting a flirt on Woojin. Y/n chuckled a bit when she made eye contact with Yasmin. After receiving a series of signals from Yasmin, telling Y/n that she was making progress with her flirt attempts, so Y/n let them be.

She noticed Jisung sitting right next to them, with an expression of disgust as he looked at them. As soon as he noticed Y/n, he practically ran up to her. He had to take a double look when he spotted her. She wore a dress, polyester it looked like. ‘She looked better in that silk dress.’ He thought to himself before he walked up to her. He puffed up his chest to make himself look bigger, making her laugh at him.

“’sup sweet cheeks,” he winks. “Hey Chipmunk.” “Really, that’s becoming a thing now?” Jisung whines, dropping his act instantly. Y/n just laughs. “Want something to drink?” “Yes, I’d love some,” Y/n smiles to him before he disappeared.

As soon as Jisung went off to get something to drink, Jiyeon locked her target and went straight to Jisung. 

“Hi Ji!” She giggles. Jisung groaned internally, before greeting her coldly. “I heard what happened to Y/n, poor girl. I got dragged into it somehow; the principal had suspended me as well, when these other students had attacked her!” Jisung was surprised, because he didn’t remember seeing her in the bathroom when he saved Y/n. Therefore, he assumed she told him the truth, but she didn’t. She had send of her minions to do the dirty work for her, but they snitched on her.

Jiyeon was grinning, knowing that Jisung thought she was innocent in this situation. ‘He’s too naive.’ She thought to herself. As Jiyeon kept talking about whatever, Jisung’s eyes were fixed on Y/n’s figure. The was her dress was hugging her curves perfectly as she swayed back and ford to the music. Jisung escaped from Jiyeon’s grip after a good thirty minutes and a couple of drinks.

Jisung stumbled his way, as he began to feel tipsy to Y/n who jumped at Jisung’s touch. 

“Sweet cheeks! Come dance with me!” He yells over the music as he dragged her along with him. They were having a great time dancing, talking and drinking. Yet, Jisung was the only one drunk out of the two of you. After a couple hours of enjoying the party, Y/n thought it was time for Jisung to return home. He was shitfaced and kept clinging onto her shoulders for support, not even being able to stand up on his own.

“Alright Sungie, let’s get you home,” she chuckles as she dragged his body. 

“No, baby I don’t want to leave yet!” He whines in her arms. 

The new nickname made her heart flutter, her crush she had for him was making her malfunction for a second. Nevertheless, she had to get him home before she could freak out. Even though Jisung was in a drunk state, he knew what he was saying. He just saw this as a perfect opportunity to flirt without him being awkward.

As they walked, or stumbled, through the streets on their way to Jisung’s place, he kept staring at her. “Sungie, look the sky is so bright! You can see the stars so clearly,” she states in awe. He glanced up to the sky, before his gaze was fixed on her once again. “If I had a star for every time you crossed my mind, I’d own a galaxy.” He whispered, knowing she heard and that she blushed at his comment. She brushed it off, thinking it was his drunken mind that was speaking.

“The stars are pretty, aren’t they Sungie?” She stutters, trying to change the subject. “The stars in the sky might be pretty, but none are as stunning as those in your eyes-“ “Let’s get you upstairs.” Y/n cuts him off as they finally arrived at his place.

“Jisung, just come inside,” she whines as Jisung wouldn’t get up from the floor. “No.” “Jisung, please I’m tired,” she tries again. “Then take a nap with me?” Without thinking, Y/n agrees, hoping that he’d get up. And he did. He jumped up onto his feet and almost fell as well in progress. Jisung had stumbled onto the couch, dragging her with him as she stood in front of him. “You should change and get to bed-“ “No, stay like this.’ He murmured as he laid himself onto her lap. She just sighs and let him be. He was tired and drunk after all.

“Oh, hey Y/n. I already thought I heard someone.” Chan says as he walked into the living room. “What are you doing here by the way? And how did you get in?” He asks confused. “I brought Jisung home,” she explained. “Jisung?” Chan was confused once again when he didn’t see the younger male. Y/n chuckled and pointed to her lap, making Chan walk closer to the couch to finally notice him.

She was softly brushing her fingers through his hair after he made himself comfortable on her lap. She also draped a blanket over his body to prevent him from getting a cold. Chan was happy to see how caring Y/n was to his friends. First, she stepped up for Jeongin and now she took care of a drunken Jisung, he really appreciated it.

Later that night Jisung woke up in the middle of the night. He noticed that he had ended up in his bed somehow. His other friends were asleep in their shared room as well and he thought what had happened the day before was all a dream. He sighed before he got up, a pounding headache overpowering his body. He decided to sleep some more.

A couple hours later, Jisung had woken up again. And his headache hadn’t disappeared. He moaned in pain as he slowly got up to get some water from the kitchen, but he was distracted by a delicious scent. When he arrived at the kitchen, he noticed Y/n cooking. He rubbed his eyes to make sure he was awake.

‘It wasn’t a dream after all?’ He questions himself, trying to hide his happiness.

“Morning Sungie, here take this. It will make you feel better.” Jisung took the pill and the weird looking juice she gave him and took it without questioning it. He gagged as he took a gulp from the juice, making her giggle. “What was that?” He asks in disgust. “Hangover juice, trust me after an hour or two you’ll feel much better,” she assures him. He just hugs her side and picks a pancake she had just made. “Ah, hot!” He hisses in pain. “You dummy, I just baked that,” she mumbles. Seeing him pout made her chuckle. “Do you want me to kiss it better you baby?” She jokes. “Yes.” He pouts; she was taken aback, not thinking he’d say that. She just did as she said and kissed his hand, making both their hearts skip a beat.

What they both didn’t know was that Jeongin and Felix had woken up already and they secretly had seen the whole scene. “They are so cute.” Felix whispers whilst clutching his chest dramatically. “They should date, they’re good for each other.” Jeongin whispers.

“Who are good for each other?” Chan asks the younger males as he walked up behind them. They tried not to yell at the sudden scare. They didn’t answer him, since Chan found out, who they were talking about, quickly when he took a glance in the kitchen. Jisung was clinging onto Y/n’s side as she was still making breakfast for everybody.

A smile creeped onto Chan’s face, he started to like her. “Hey guys. I made breakfast, come get some!” Y/n smiles brightly when she noticed Chan standing in the door frame.

Yeah, she was definitely somebody he’d love to have around.

Later that day, when Y/n was invited by Jeongin and Felix to play games, Minho barged into the shared apartment. The three were just minding their business, whilst Minho was talking to Jisung about the party. “Where did you go? I had set up the whole thing so you could finally hit up that Jiyeon girl you like!” Minho states. Y/n stopped her tracks, making her lose the game she was playing. 

‘He likes Jiyeon?’ She asked herself. She felt her heart being crushed by the words that were being said by Minho. 

“Did you see what she was wearing? She definitely was trying to hit you up.” Felix and Jeongin noticed the thickened atmosphere and carefully looked at Y/n, whose gaze was turned to the floor as she was listening to Minho’s words, trying to progress all of it.

Jisung, who was in the kitchen with Minho, was shifting uncomfortably. “I thought you liked her? I mean you fought for her?” Minho states. As soon as Y/n heard Minho’s words, she remembered the conversation she had with Jisung.

“Do you love her?” She had blurt out. “Who now?” He had asked. “The girl you protected?” “I think I might be sweet cheeks.” He answered whilst smiling.

She was on de verge of tears, now she knew who he was in love with and it wasn’t her. Felix noticed the watery eyes Y/n possessed at that moment.

Chaos broke lose inside Jisung, he hoped she didn’t hear anything of what they were talking about, but he prepared for the worst. His mind and heart were in battle. His feelings for Y/n were bursting through his chest, needing to be freed, as if it was a burden to him that he couldn’t be honest about it.

And as if his situation couldn’t be any worse, he received a text.

It was Jiyeon.

‘Can we meet up right now at the park, Ji? I need to talk to you about something~ It’s important <3’

“Go talk to her then! This could be your chance!” Minho says, pushing Jisung to the front door. Jisung glanced quickly to Y/n, who was still looking at the ground. He noticed Felix whispering something to her. His heart ached a little when he saw them, but before he knew it, he was pushed out by Minho.

‘I guess, I’m meeting up with Jiyeon today,’ he sighs to himself as he went on his way.

After Jisung had left, Y/n had stood up as well. Wanting to leave, because she couldn’t take it anymore. Felix tried to talk to her, but Y/n was zoned out. She had to progress what just had happened. Right before Y/n was about to put on her shoes, Chan stood in front of her.

“Can we talk?” He simply asks. She agreed for some reason and before she knew it, she sat across of Chan in his bedroom. “I’ve noticed that you and most of the younger members have been hitting it off quite well. And since you’re around more often and they seem to love you, I’d like to get to know you a little better. It’s the right thing to do.” Chan states maturely. She understood where he came from, since he took care of all of them. She told him a little about her life overseas and how she had met Jisung. She also tells him about hers and Jisung’s English project. “We thought about making a song in English, but we haven’t discussed it yet. I haven’t made a song before though, but the progress of making music seem so interesting to me. Jisung told me that he makes music, I thought that was really cool.”

Chan was surprised by her interest in Jisung’s music, which was also his and the others’ music. He hadn’t met somebody like her in a long time.

Chan definitely felt like she was a keeper.

Hours later, when Y/n had left the apartment already, Jisung had returned home. “And how was your date with Jiyeon?” Minho asks when he notices Jisung stumble back into the dorm. “I didn’t meet up with her-“ “What?” “I didn’t feel like it.” He mutters honestly, he wasn’t feeling like being nagged at or whatever Jiyeon had in store for him.

Chan walks up to Jisung, ignoring him having a conversation with Minho, asking if he could talk to him. Jisung walked into Chan’s bedroom and asked him what’s wrong. “Do you have feelings for Y/n?” Chan didn’t care that he put it out so bluntly, he wanted a clear picture. “W-what? N-no?” Jisung stuttered in denial. “I mean she’s a good friend of mine-“ “Cut the bullshit Jisung, just tell me.” Chan tells him, making the younger boy sigh. After a good fifteen minutes of Chan pushing Jisung to confess his feelings, was Chan still surprised when he heard Jisung say the words; ‘I have feelings for Y/n.’

He really thought that Jisung had feelings for Jiyeon. And at that exact moment: “Ji!” They heard a familiar female voice squeal. “Jiyeon, what are you doing here?” “Well, you didn’t meet me up at the park and Minho had send me your address.”

‘Note to self: kill Minho later.’ Jisung thought.

Before Jisung knew it, he was sit down on his bed, with Jiyeon clinging onto her. Jeongin, Felix and Chan were cringing in the living room, seeing the cry for help Jisung was sending them, but they decided to let Jisung handle the situation. He was grown up after all. “We’ll let him handle this, until he’s fallen into this mess too deep.” Chan whispered.

As Jisung and Jiyeon sat on his bed, he quickly hid a picture he had of him and Y/n under his mattress when Jiyeon had let him go. He was about to escape the room, but she had walked back in after her visit to the bedroom. She had trapped him in her arms and started to kiss every skin she could find on his body. “I’ve heard a little secret form a not so little birdy.” Jiyeon whispered as she kept her lips connected to his face. “What are you talking about?” He asks confused, turning his face away from her for the millionth time. “Awh, c’mon baby. Stop playing hard to get I know your little secret.” “I don’t know what you’re on about,” Jisung states. Visibly annoyed. “Alright, I can play this game as well,” she smirks. “Whatever.”

It was Monday, which meant Jisung had to go back to school. And as soon as he stepped into the school, he received mixed stares. Some seemed mad. Some seemed sad. Others were just confused, but not as confused as Jisung. His confusion quickly turned into annoyance when Jiyeon came running up to him, clinging herself like a koala on him.

“What are you doing?” He asks her after a good ten minutes. “I’m just hanging out with my boyfriend.” She states whilst smiling. “What?”

That’s when Jisung had realised what she had done. She had spread around the school that he was in love with her and that they were dating. Jeongin told him that Jiyeon’s minions didn’t believe her at first. Jiyeon had convinced them, that Jisung had been playing hard to get.

It was now lunchtime and Jisung regretted everything he had ever done in his life. She had been so clingy. Constantly nagging and constantly wanting to be with him or touch him. Don’t get him wrong, he loves affection, but Jiyeon isn’t the person he would like to receive it from.

Jisung’s face was placed in his hands as he groaned into it, making the other boys, except three, realise their mistake. “I thought you like Jiyeon?” Minho looked confused at him members, when he couldn’t get a responds out of the miserable boy. “He likes Y/n you idiot.” Chan simply states, making Minho’s eyes expand twice his normal size. “I-I- What- Wait- Hold up. Since when?” “He always did, I guess.” Felix added. Now it was Minho’s turn to groan into his hands, Jisung harmonisation along with him.

“I’m sorry Ji, I truly didn’t know,” Minho sincerely says. “You can still go after Y/n though?” Jeongin questions more than he states. “No, it’s too late, the whole school already knows. And knowing Jiyeon, she’s not the person who likes to be dumped. She doesn’t know that. It’s just too late.” Jisung whispers. “But what about Y/n?” “I can’t have her, that’d be selfish and trust me I want to be, but knowing Jiyeon. It’s better that I let Y/n go. She doesn’t like me like that anyway. I shouldn’t keep her on a string if I can’t make a move anyway. She deserves better.”

Jisung wasn’t the only one who came to school, facing frustration and a soon-to-be-broken heart. The first thing Y/n heard when she stepped into the school, was the news of Jisung and Jiyeon dating. Apparently, it was a huge deal. She knew why people thought it was, the two popular kids dating. Yeah, that was ‘big’.

As she and Yasmin were having lunch in an empty classroom, Y/n just stared out of the window whilst picking her food.

“Have you heard about Jisung and Jiyeon? They’re dating. I knew that he liked her, that was news weeks ago, but now it happened I’m not sure what to think…” Yasmin rambled on, obviously not knowing in what state her friend was right now.

As Yasmin kept on talking Y/n noticed Jisung sitting at his usual table outside, Jiyeon clinging onto him. Y/n couldn’t help, but feel tears brimming into her eyes. The feelings form the day before rushing back. Yasmin finally notices her friend when she was crying and she started to get worried. “Y-y/n, are you okay? What’s wrong?” That seemed to be Y/n’s cue to break down. Yasmin rushed to her side and rubbed her back in comfort, trying to get an explanation out of her. She didn’t understand what was going on.

“I-I can’t handle seeing them together. I just can’t.” Y/n mutters, trying to breathe steadily. “What do you mean? Do you-“ Yasmin stopped. “You like Jisung?” Yasmin asked, she only received a small nod, but it was enough. “I’m sorry honey. I didn’t know.”

After Yasmin had calmed her friend down, she went to her next class, leaving Y/n be. She had a free period so she decides to go outside. The sun was shining brightly and she put on some sunglasses, not wanting anyone to see her red puffy eyes.

She noticed boys looking at her from left and right. Trying to hit on her as she stood there on her own. “C’mon, Jisung is out of the picture, you should have time to focus yourself on somebody else. Somebody like me.” One said. “Don’t listen to him, you want me.” “Guys, really I just want to sit down.” “You could sit on my-“ “That’s enough!” She heard a deep voice yell over the other male voices.

It was Felix and she couldn’t be happier. He reached out to her and pulled her out of the crowd. The boys glared at Felix, but were quickly intimidated when he scared them away with only his voice.

“Thank you.” She said softly. “It’s alright, are you okay?” “I’m-“ she started, but she couldn’t lie to him. “I’m not okay,” she admits. He was quite shocked by her answer and his eyes widened even more when she removed her sunglasses. Revealing her puffy red eyes. Felix knew enough and just took her into his embrace.

What they both didn’t know what, that Jisung had seen everything. Not knowing what they were talking about, but he didn’t care. His feeling didn’t care, he was jealous.

But he wasn’t going to show that.

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Hoodie Pt. 2 - Christopher Velez

Pairing: Chris x Reader

Warnings: mentions of cigarettes, dealing with addiction, some angst, language

Notes: This is a part two to Hoodie, which I wrote for a writing challenge for @cloudfiveclub . If you haven’t read that, you can read that here. Italicized paragraphs are flashbacks of moments from (Y/N) and Chris’ relationship. I hope this was worth waiting for and that I did decently. Hope you enjoy! Also, I don’t speak much Spanish. Forgive me for any mistakes I made! I love you guys🖤

I felt more dead than I ever had. After things got bad, I got into a slump that caused me to think more deeply about my decisions. I needed to stop being so headstrong about my addiction. I didn’t want to admit it, but this was becoming a huge problem. Not only did this cost my relationship, but it was also an expensive habit to keep up. That last cigarette I had was between my fingers as I spoke to my mother on the phone. I had broken down, sobbing into the receiver.

“Baby, you’re going to kick this in the ass and get rid of it. I know this is hard for you, but I know you. As my child, I will be supporting you 100%.” I collected myself and I nodded, “Thank you, Mama. I’m going to go now.” I said I loved her before hanging up.

The end had burned up the stick, meaning I lost the embers. I had lost interest and I discarded it into the ashtray. Picking up the glass dish, I started to empty it into my trash can. After I kicked this addiction, I wouldn’t need it. It would be one less demon hanging around here. Scoffing, I picked up the glass dish and threw it away completely. Any packs that I had laying around the house had been disposed of, and I kept my lighters for my candles. I found their scent brought me more comfort than the nicotine and regret.

The smoke had really impacted me and killed my love for any sweets. When Chris and I were together, he used to take me to this small coffee shop. I would eat anything and everything in that store if he would let me. He would get the caramel horchata drink they had and I would get the java chip. The coffee brought me comfort when I needed it, energy when I needed a boost, and a good time whenever Chris was here. My heart hurts thinking that I can’t have any of it now. I hoped that my tastes would change when I got better.

Chris and I were sitting in the small corner booth, laughing up a storm after he told a story. “And then, and then-”, he paused, laughing too hard to reply, “Zabdiel smashed the cupcake onto Richard’s face!” His giggles turned into full blown laughter. I was clutching my sides, crying from the laughter. Tears were pouring down my face as I tried to calm down. I was sure the patrons of the restaurant would appreciate me not dying in their store.

Wiping a tear away, I smiled. “Damn, babe. Your stories with the boys makes me want to meet them even more.” I hadn’t had the chance because I was in college. I was busy focusing on my schoolwork when I met Chris. Somehow, it was a random encounter that made us meet. I happened to be getting coffee with him at this exact shop when we met. I was cramming for my finals when we ran into one another-- quite literally -- and spilled our coffees on each other. Thankfully, I was wearing an old sweater anyway. The coffee wouldn’t hurt. I just felt bad I was looking like such a bum when I met him. My hair had been a mess from running my fingers through it one time too many, and I’m pretty sure the dark bags under my eyes didn’t help either. I felt bad though because he had on expensive looking clothes. He insisted everything was alright and bought me a new coffee. That’s what started us out.

I still can’t be mad at him, ever. His decision to leave me was probably for the best anyway. Right now, I was focusing on recovering and trying to kick my habits. Old habits die hard, they say, and I wanted to prevent me from ever relapsing. Not only did I start the nicotine patches, I was gradually weaned off them so I didn’t need nicotine, period. I was chewing gum a lot more frequently and I was always carrying a pack with me. It was like a crutch for me to deal with curving the need for a smoke. I was doing good so far. Things had begun to get better.

Of course, I missed Christopher like crazy. He was the sunshine that came around everyday to greet me. Even when we were apart, he made sure to call me or send me a text. He was letting me know that he cared about me, that he loved me, or that he was thinking about me. I felt so giddy every time I saw his name appear on my screen. Telling my family was the hard part, because I was convinced my parents wouldn’t approve. I was worried they were going to make us break up because he was in a band. He was actually set to tour that next day, but he was going to spend the night with me before he left.

That night, Christopher stood on the doorstep with me. He was holding my hand and squeezing it gently. “Ready when you are, mi amor.” His smooth voice brought my anxiety levels down. “Whenever you are, I’ll knock on the door.” I was grateful for such a caring boy. He had promised me to stay by my side no matter what. I took a few deep breaths before nodding up at my boyfriend. “Okay, principe, I’m ready.” I smiled a little more than before. “Okay.” With his unoccupied hand, he raised and knocked on the door. His metal rings were tapping against the wooden door in a timed rhythm. I could feel my heart jumping in my throat, but I had to be prepared when that door opened. I didn’t get time to speak before it swings open, revealing my mother. She had a charming smile on her face. “(Y/N)!”

Obviously, they loved him and asked often how he was doing. It didn’t help they had no idea we broke up. I was scared to tell them we had ended things. I caved one evening to my mother about it and I cried in her arms. I blamed myself and I wished that I hadn’t picked up the very first cigarette. Addiction ran in our family and it was only natural that I picked up a habit somewhere. I was a fighter and was determined not to let it get the best of me.

Things were better now. I had gotten dressed up in my favorite sweater, black jeans, that hoodie draped around my shoulders, and my black combat boots. I was heading out for the first time in a little while. My hair was styled and I had my favorite body spray on. For some reason, the Chris smell hasn’t yet faded, and I wondered if it ever would. It was like a constant reminder of how far I had come. It wasn’t an easy journey, but it had been months. I wasn’t completely healed from my broken heart, but I would soon be.

Strolling down the street, I had more fond memories popping up in my head.

It was about three in the morning. Christopher and I were walking hand in hand down the street, looking for something to do. Of course, normal people were asleep about that time. Us? Nah, we liked to look for adventure. That was when he lent me his hoodie for the first time. “The hoodie looks way better on you, principe.” He stopped in his tracks, those brown eyes wide as dinner plates. “Um, no. Tu eres loco, mi amor. It definitely looks better on you.” This was when he pulled me close so I could look into his eyes. His hands went to my waist, and I was stunned. My hands were pressed against his shoulders. “I doubt it.” I replied. He scoffed, starting to kiss my forehead. “You definitely look better in it than I do.”

He leaned closer to my ear. “If I had it my way, you would only wear that and nothing else.” I felt my cheeks heating up and I lightly smacked his chest. “Dirty boy.” I leaned into him and wrapped my arms around his neck to hug him tighter to me. He snickered as he hugged me back. Slowly, he sways with me in his arms to lead me in a slow dance. We were dancing to the beat of our hearts, having a silent moment. I wanted nothing more than for it to last forever. The stars were shining overhead, promising to keep us together.

Looking now, I realized I had wandered to that exact spot. My eyes wandered upwards to the stars, watching them twinkle at me. It was like a silent promise between us. I was going to heal and remain here for as long as life would allow me to. Though I was killing myself slowly, this was going to show that I was stronger than some addiction. Making my way downtown, I was taking my time as I walked over a bridge. It was leading me to my favorite spot in the whole world. There was a small meadow where I would sit and listen to the wind rustling the flowers and trees alike.

Tears were hot down my cheeks, dripping to the soil below me. I was sitting there, my knees pulled to my chest as I was crying my heart out. It was raining that night. Did I care? No. I just wanted to be alone with nature and let it comfort me. There was a large tree that I sought comfort from. As I sat beneath its large branches, the wind was calming and whispering secrets to me. The wind wounded like a reassurance that things would be okay. That night, I had my first real fight with Christopher. We both said some hurtful things. I chose to leave before I said something that I would come to regret. My body was shaking from the cold.

Suddenly, there were quick footsteps and a figure looming over me. Oh great, what would that mean? I managed to lift my tear-stricken face and I caught sight of something familiar, that striped hoodie. Chris was standing with it outstretched to me. “Are you trying to get sick? Put this on, please.” I hesitated before taking the soft material, sliding it around me. He bent down, “I’m so sorry that I hurt you. It was never my intention, bro.” I fought a smile before I replied, “Don’t call your significant other bro, bro.” He smiled that million dollar smile, pulling me into his arms. “I love you, (Y/N). I really am sorry for what I said.” My arms wound around his neck and I whispered, “I love you too, Christopher. It’s all forgiven.” I whispered into his neck. Just like that, the rain stopped, and another promise was made beneath the stars.

I was standing beneath the tree, my fingers dancing over the wood. There were two hearts carved into the wood. One was for me, and the other for Christopher. I was smiling fondly at the meaning behind the two marks and I felt my heart squeezing in my chest at the memory that flashed in my mind. “You told me forever, you idiot.” I whispered as I leaned against the trunk, closing my eyes. “Why would you lie to me?”

“I would never lie to you, amor.” Hearing the voice made electricity shoot down my spine, causing me to shiver. My body turned around to meet the same figure I had been longing to see. “Christopher?” I silently asked. “Hola, amor, it’s been a while, no?” I wasn’t going to lie, he looked good. He still had the same figure that he had about a year ago, only he was more toned and had more muscle. He obviously had more tattoos and piercings since I had last seen him as well. His hair had those touches of blonde in it, but looked so good. That smile never changed, not for a moment.

“What brings you here?” I managed to ask after staring at him for a long time. His hands were in his pockets, standing away from me to give me personal space. That thought made my heart flutter. He was respecting my boundaries after not speaking to me for a long time. “I came here to think, couldn’t sleep.” Why did that make me happy to think about? Chris couldn’t sleep and came here to see the spot. It warmed me to think about him coming here quite often like I did. Maybe this was fate bringing us back together. At least, to tease us and make us feel bad. “Oh, same.” I replied quietly. My hands were tucked into the pockets of the jacket, keeping them from the biting cold.

His eyes widened with recognition. “You kept that after all this time? Por que?” He asks. I looked down at it and I managed to smile a little. “I guess I couldn’t let go of it. It’s a part of me now.” It had become mine when it used to be his. I suppose he felt the same way about giving me his heart. Chris smiled at me and he nodded at my answer. “Se ve bien en ti.” It was like he was giving me his approval to wear the hoodie. “I um, I stopped smoking. I’m currently using the patches but it’s helping.” I admitted to him and he smiled brighter in that moment. “Estoy orgulloso de ti, amor.”

He seemed to hesitate before rubbing his neck. “Te extrañé.” I felt myself smile a little. “I missed you too.” He smiled a little as he stepped closer to me, cupping my cheeks. “Te amo, siempre tengo.” I felt warm tears well up in my eyes. “I love you too, Chris. I always will.” I replied tearfully, trying to wipe my face with my hands. Christopher’s hands slide down to my waist, pulling me in for a passionate kiss. It set me ablaze, warming me up from the cruel weather. My arms immediately went around his neck, pulling him closer to me. I kissed him back gladly. Finally, I was going to get the closure we both wanted. We could start over and we could move past this. I wanted this. I want Chris. I need him.

Looks like this hoodie brought us together, even when we were apart.

yo te haré mía (cnco) - ch7

Chapter 7

Words: 3,900+

Warnings: little suggestive sexy stuff, nothing too awful. but God knows i’m not the best judge. Only two sentences of a sex scene frfr

A/N: pretty major note- now fully in third person POV. hope that hasn’t thrown anyone off.

chapter 1 is here chapter 2 is here chapter 3 is here chapter 4 is here chapter 5 is here chapter 6 is here if you need to catch up

Upon entering the agreed upon location for brunch, Isabella stormed directly to Kaja and swatted at her arm. “Ow! What was that for?” she squealed, rubbing the afflicted area. “Still can’t believe you didn’t tell me he knocked you up,” Isabella grumbled as she sat down across the cafe table from her friend. “The pill isn’t perfect,” was all Kaja could surmise, shrugging her shoulders as she too sat down. “Not only that,” Isa conjured. “I’m just shocked you both finally lost your virginities to each other. Like it was about time. But now from that idea alone to suddenly being engaged was unreal. I felt badly because Naomi kind of took over discussions that night and I didn’t get to really talk to you about much.” “It honestly just all happened so quickly. I missed my period, I told Joel because I was nervous, we took a test, we went to the doctor who confirmed it, and a week later he got down on one knee. I didn’t expect it, but I honestly think when he told his family about it that they pushed the idea into his head. You know how traditional they are in their ideals. He never really so much as kissed anyone before me, and now all of a sudden there’s a baby involved? It was almost all instantaneous and then he was telling me I’m the love of his life and he wants to spend it all as my husband.” “He also,” Isa interjected, “might be considering a lot in the idea of his public image. Not that it minimizes the fact that he does want to get married, of course, but he’s always been el inocente and now he’s gotten his girlfriend pregnant. He went from not even knowing whether he wanted to be arriba or abajo to now he obviously as done enough of both to have successfully put a baby up in there.” Kaja laughed and playfully smacked at Isa’s shoulder. “Will you shut up?” Isa giggled to herself. “While we’re on the subject, which does he in fact prefer?” “Oh my god,” Kaja choked, her face flushing bright red before she hid it in her cupped hands. After taking a small sip of coffee, she straightened in her chair. “Well I have the new sonogram pictures, but there’s no point. You can’t see much more than a speck. Joel at first thought it was an habichuela.” Isa cackled at the thought of Joel spinning the print of the ultrasound in his hands, searching for his baby behind what he thought was a bean. “Well you know,” she began once she stopped laughing, “that if you ever need any help with anything, Jasmyn and I are here for you. I’ve been there and back with everything pregnancy related so no question is stupid and I’ll be there when the boys are stuck traveling around and Joel can’t be with you.” Kaja reached for her friend’s hands across the table and squeezed them between her own. “Thanks, Isa. Love you.” Isa winked. “Love you too, mama. You know that.” Kaja let her hands go so they both were able to grab their drinks and sip. “So, we both have babies incubating, and that’s great, but I want to check on you.” Isa’s eyes widened slightly and she sat a little more straight in her chair.  “So have you talked about names and what gender he’s hoping for?” Kaja rolled her eyes. She had expected deflection. “Isa. I only want to help.” Isa’s shoulders fell, her body surrendering and abandoning its defensive stance. “I know that, mama. I just… There’s nothing to help.” “There’s always a way to help,” Kaja offered. “It just has to be discussed to find out what that help can be.” The waiter stopping to take their orders was a distraction for only a moment. Once they thanked him and he stepped away, Isa knew just by the look in Kaja’s eyes that she wasn’t going to let it go. Isabella nervously tucked loose hair behind her ear. “Zabdiel and I had a bit of a… discussion the other night and he’s been avoiding me more than usual the past two days. We haven’t really spoken.” Kaja sighed quietly. It killed her to see two people she cared about so deeply start to lose grip on a relationship she had always admired. Perhaps she’d only liked the way it appeared looking at it from the outside. “What was the discussion?” Isa busied herself with stirring her spoon idly around her teacup. “God, I could use a mimosa instead right now.” Kaja waited patiently for a response without interrupting. Her friend might need to be given a moment, but she would come around and speak. The quiet was broken by Isa’s phone vibrating on the tabletop to alert her of a text message from her lover. Cada segunda que no estas conmigo es una eternidad. He decorated the beginning of the lyric with musical note emojis and the end with his favorite smiley sticking its tongue out. Pensando en ti siempre, nena. Te amo tanto. A second buzz from another text from Christopher. ¿Que haces, mi vida? Her fingers danced across her screen in a fast reply, eager to take advantage of a moment when the band wasn’t engaged in an activity that he could correspond with her. Comiendo brunch con Kaja, hablando del bebe y todo. Te extraño, mi principe. ¿Que hacen ustedes? “Isa?” Kaja pushed to bring her focus back. Seeing her friend would not relent, she placed her phone face up on the table and sighed. “He had promised he would spend the evening with Joaquin because he’s gone so much. He spent time at the studio but afterwards went out to dinner with Carlos and had too much to drink. As soon as he came home, I was angry because Quin was so upset all night and all Zabdiel wanted to do was forget about that and have sex. I said no and that our relationship should be more than that. It should be fun, love, caring about our family and I feel like he’s putting that to the wayside. I know he’s working on the new music a lot, but at some point make me feel like I matter. Right now I feel like a broken record, repeating however many times that I should mean more to him than just being there to have sex and have his kids.” Kaja broke from nibbling her lower lip to speak. “He does love you, Isa.” “He may,” Isa offered. “But this has been so stressful it’s enough to make the baby pop out at any minute. So I told him… Maybe it’s time to let this go. And he posted a very fitting cover on his instagram the next day after the radio show like a petty teenage girl.” Kaja gently rolled her cup around between her closed hands. “So you think it’s over?” Isa took a short gulp of tea and let out an unsure murmur as she swallowed. “We haven’t said the words. But we know where we both stand.” Kaja tapped her nails along the table anxiously. “At this precipice in limbo, neither of you wanting to make a move to better it or cut ties?” She laughed in spite of herself. “Yeah, I suppose.” Her phone shook against the table again so she looked down and read a reply from Christopher. Estoy aqui solo en la oficina del director. ¿Recuerdas que el gestor iba a organizar un camefeo papel para mí en esa película este verano después de la gira? She had forgotten. But that proud feeling was immediately washed away by realizing that Zabdiel was not with the band recording as he had said he would be. “He’s still avoiding me,” Isa said, clicking her tongue in her mouth. “I thought he was recording with the band today. Chris just said they’re not all together.” Kaja tried to change the subject to bring her friend’s anxiety down. “Is that Chris who keeps texting you?” Isabella nodded immediately, not realizing until after she had that the safer response probably would have been to deny it. Kaja scoffed. “You both get on so well and when he isn’t being his wacky, weird self he’s really thoughtful and insightful. I’m sure he’s probably been helpful through all this. You always light up when you talk to him.” Isa nodded again, slower this time. “You know how his stupid comments just make you laugh.” Kaja laughed at an obvious memory. “Claro. So maybe try and get some feedback from him about it. I’m sure he’s the most understanding and mature about it. That is… if you want to try to work it out.” Isa’s upper teeth gnawed on her lower lip. “I feel like… everything we built our life on was only because I got pregnant. Since Joaquin was born we’ve just been trying to hold together, pretending that it’s alright. Maybe the foundation that we had wasn’t strong enough to support the weight and responsibility of a family.” Kaja took the final sip of her coffee and gave a hesitant smile. “Sometimes when there’s a weak foundation in something, all that’s needed to make it better is to stop, go back to where you started, and reinforce it.” Isa bit the end of her drinking straw rather than continue to bite her lip. “How?” The waiter came and interrupted again, setting their plates down on the table. Kaja smiled and took a quick bite. “Marriage is proving difficult. Go back and date again like teenagers - build it up from the start. Don’t have sex immediately, let it be about getting to know each other again. See if that helps, if that makes it worth it. I know Joel told Zabdi to do the same thing.” Isa had picked up her knife and fork but, upon hearing that, instantly put them down, almost offended. “Joel suggested that to him? He spoke to Joel about all this?” A cringe flashed across Kaja’s face, realizing the slip of her tongue that she shouldn’t have allowed, but her friend also deserved the entire truth. “This bothered him just as much. He doesn’t know exactly how to handle it either. So maybe taking that step toward the same idea might help things. But I mean, Isa, you have to vent about it or you’ll lose your mind. You don’t think he’s entitled to do the same?” As suddenly as she’d become angry, she exhaled the emotion and relaxed. “I guess.” Her phone vibrated on the table again and she realized she’d forgotten to answer Chris so he’d probably written back with something. But her husband’s name flashed across the screen with a new message. Erick y Yanelis van a llegar a la casa con Joaquin a la 5. Yo estare alli pa pasar un ratito con el. Despues, tenemos que hablar. All she could muster to type back was an Okay. Kaja tried to study Isa’s change in expression to sense the emotion of her thought process. “I mean, do you really want to fix it?” Isa anxiously pressed the lock button on the side of her phone repeatedly, only to have that make the lock screen picture of Zabdiel holding Joaquin high in his arms flash on and off. Joaquin’s smile while being in his father’s arms couldn’t be denied. It didn’t matter if her heart was sad, that happy smile on her baby boy’s face meant more. He was everything. This family deserved a chance to rebuild. “Yeah, I really do.” - Zabdiel rapped his knuckles against the front door to his bandmate's mansion, then shoved his hands into his pockets anxiously. Spilling his soul to Joel during a moment of frustration was one thing. He'd just been frustrated, quiet, and tense, so when Joel had asked what was wrong it was the dam breaking. Zabdiel told him everything. Almost everything. But Chris he could be a little more candid with. Closer in age and experiences, as well as being a close friend with his wife, Zabdiel figured that Christopher would be able to give him more insight as to the direction he should begin taking. He was a little taken aback when a female figure clothed in only an oversized t-shirt answered the door instead of his friend. "Krista. ¿Como estas?" She smiled widely at Zabdiel, shifting her weight to her other leg, her bare feet still arched as if she were wearing heels. "¿Bien, y tu?" He focused his eyes on hers, ignoring how scantily she was dressed and how long her legs appeared when she stood on the balls of her feet as she was. "Bien. ¿Donde esta Chris?" She shrugged, turning around and walking across the foyer. "Meeting at management about a small role in a show or something. Should be back early evening." Zabdiel stepped inside and shut the door behind him. "I won't bother you, then. I just wanted to talk to him for a bit." She giggled, sitting on a barstool at the kitchen island. "Is that really why you're here, Zabdiel?" His eyebrows knit together. "¿De qué hablas?" She let her hair down from her ponytail and let her clasped hands fall between her spread legs. "He is one of your best friends. You didn't know he had that meeting today and wouldn't be home? You didn't want to come over when we would have the house to ourselves for a few hours?" "Krista," Zabdiel groaned, his tone warning. "Obviamente no. Ya te lo dije." "¿Que tu me dijiste, papi?" she laughed innocently, biting her lip and flipping her hair over one shoulder. “Lo que hicimos fue un error," he gulped. "Y no va a pasar otra vez." She stood, padding softly over to where he remained still, leaning up to whisper in his ear. "¿Que no va a pasar otra vez, papi? Que no me vas a tocar, no me vas a besar, no me vas a comer?” Krista subtly moved against him so her hips rolled against his. “¿No me vas a coger?” "One time," he mumbled. "We were drunk. It was a mistake. I told you it was never going to happen again." She smirked, letting her fingertips trace over his belt. "You let your inhibitions go when you were drinking and finally did what you wanted to. You still want it now." He gulped down the heavy lump in his throat. "Estoy casado. No puedo hacerlo otra vez. Mi esposa… esto va a romper su corazon. No puedo.” Her smirk grew as her lips pressed against the side of his neck. "Pero tu lo quieres, tu lo necesitas. I see how you look at me." She arched up higher on her feet and lightly gripped his collar, pulling his head down to meet hers. Krista's lips brushed against his as she gently spoke, "Don't deny yourself what you need, mi amor." No longer able to resist, he leaned down and kissed her with the fever he had been fighting. They swiped their arms across the counter behind her, clearing it of anything that might get in the way of their bodies as the heat rose between them. And without thought of consequence, they repeated the mistake he had promised himself he would never make again. - Thiago and Joaquin started racing across the front yard to see who could get to the front door fastest as soon as Erick and Yanelis let them each out of their carseats. No sooner did they reach the door did they see Zabdiel’s Escalade following up the driveway and ran back to greet him. “Tio Zabdi!” Thiago yelled, squeezing his leg as he exited the car. “Papi!” Joaquin screamed, jumping up into Zabdiel’s arms. Zabdiel struggled to grip onto his little boy, not having expected the leap he made. “Hey mijo,” Zabdiel chuckled, kissing his forehead and ruffling Thiago’s hair. Joaquin tugged at Zabdiel’s shirt with a cautiously hopeful question. “Papi, are we going to play futbol like you said?” “Claro que si, Quin,” he said with a wide smile. Joaquin’s eyes went alight in disbelief. “¿De veras? You promise?” Zabdiel nodded. “Si, antes de la cena, papo. Did you have fun with Tio Erick?” “No, amigo,” Erick interrupted. “You ask the chicos, ‘Did you torture Tio Erick?’” Both boys laughed, running back off to the house. Thiago touched the latch that opened the front door for them and they continued to run into the house. Zabdiel clapped Erick’s hand in his in greeting, leaning in for a half hug. “Pero la verdad- ¿se portó bien hoy?” Erick rolled his eyes while his sister laughed and kissed Zabdiel’s cheek. “Claro que si, Zabdi. Como siempre. No te preocupes.” Zabdiel kissed her cheek in return. “Muchisimas gracias por cuidar a mi niño hoy, Yanelis. Te lo agradezco.” “¿Y que de mi?” Erick huffed. “¿Que de ti, bro?” Zabdi laughed again. Erick, jokingly offended, was about to storm off but Zabdiel caught his shoulder to stop him. “Esperate - You think you could watch him inside for just five minutes? Tengo que hablar con Izzy for un momentito.” Erick’s expression changed from smiling and playful to a solemn one. “Por supuesto… ¿Todo está bien?” He tried to hide his defeated sigh under a soft laugh. “Pues, vamos a ver.” Yanelis had already gone inside behind the boys and ran out into the backyard onto the trampoline with them. Isa had just watched the whirlwind run by her, hand on the bump of her belly. “Did you sugar up my son?” she questioned Erick as he headed out the back patio door. “Of course not,” he laughed innocently before running to catch up to the screeching children outside. “Carajo," she giggled with a roll of her eyes, rubbing over her belly as she made her way over to the counter to continue preparing dinner. “Is it okay?” Zabdiel murmured, slowing his approach. She didn’t turn to face him, only busied her hands with chopping the lettuce for the salad she was making. “Is what okay?” “The baby,” he said simply. “You keep rubbing your stomach like the baby is bothering you.” She shook her head, her face stoic. “Not bothering. Just kicking.” His eyebrows raised and his mouth hung slightly agape. He hadn’t realized it was far enough along now that he would be able to feel his baby moving within her womb. “You can feel it?” She couldn’t suppress the smile that crept across her face. “Si.” He took a few steps closer. “Can I?” Isabella paused, but soon turned and grabbed his hand to press it to the swell of her stomach. “Right here.” It took a few moments, but as soon as Zabdiel began to whisper, “I can’t feel it,” the baby knocked against the spot where he rested his hand. His face instantly lit up, joyously laughing and pressing his hand harder against his wife in an attempt to intensify the contact if it were to happen again. She was careful as to the phrasing as to not reveal the gender he wanted to keep secret. “The baby reacts to your voice. Hearing you talking makes the baby kick and move around- dances around when they can hear your music.” His eyes welled with excited tears. “Hola, mi bebe. No puedo esperar a conocerte.” “Pues, tienes que esperar, Zabdi. Baby isn’t done cooking yet,” she chided gently, his smile contagious. But his grin faded as he searched for the words. “Izzy… Can we talk, please?” She turned her attention back to the food preparation in front of her. “¿De que?” “Izzy… Please. We’ve needed to talk for a long time and haven’t. Por favor, mi vida.” And even he didn’t know if he was using the endearment sincerely or out of pure habit. She grabbed for his hand and allowed him to lead her to the kitchen table to sit. She wanted to allow him to speak first since he had wanted to initiate this talk, but she could see he was struggling to find the words. He finally managed, “I don’t like what this is now, what we are now.” “Yo tampoco,” she whispered. Zabdiel cupped her clenched hands between his own, only able to stare down at the floor. “I don’t want it to remain like this. I want to live up to the words I told you at our wedding, the promises we made. We made a family, and for our babies we ought to give it more of a chance than giving up and pushing the other away when things get hard.” She looked out the window, hearing Joaquin shouting and laughing from the other side of the backyard, and then back to where her hand rested on the rise of her belly. “I know we do.” Zabdiel didn’t realize he was squeezing her hands so tightly until he felt his palms sweating and let go. “I know we can’t fix what’s already happened - how I’ve made you feel with me being distant and how I’ve felt you pushed me away. But we can try to start from the beginning. We can date again, learn more about each other like we should have from the start, back like it was before the stress of kids and worldwide music releases.” She was quiet, lost in thought, but in reality it was just spinning in the same circle. She had to give this a try- for her family, for the vows she took, for her son and daughter to get the chance to have the household she never did. “I want to try anything, Zabdiel. I hate how tense it’s been and how uncomfortable I’ve been feeling.” He nodded. “We’re having a new baby. Our family is growing and deserves a happy home. Let me take you out tomorrow night?” She took the initiative of leaning in and pressing her lips to his. “It’s a date.” He smiled and cupped her cheek, leaning back in to kiss her soundly. “As much as I want to begin now, I have a date with a little soccer star outside first.” Joaquin hopped off of the trampoline as soon as Zabdiel joined them in the backyard. “Papi! Time to play!” Erick stopped Zabdiel and silently showed him an email from Renato about their time at the recording studio and their upcoming deadlines for new music. “Is he serious?” Zabdiel snapped. “We were supposed to have more time. What do they expect us to do?” “Well, we have tomorrow. We have to head over there then to finish Alejaste de Mi,” Erick supposed. Zabdiel huffed. “We have no choice. But we could get some mixing done before dinner. Sound good?” Erick nodded and began texting the band’s group chat the details of what they’d just worked out. “Papi?” Joaquin questioned, tugging gently on his pants’ pocket. Zabdiel shook his head “Not now, buddy. Papi has to do something quickly. Later. I know I promised.” As Zabdiel walked away, Joaquin threw the ball he’d been holding onto the ground and began kicking it around alone, missing the goal by a few inches. The truth was his father could make any sort of promise he wanted, but unless he lived up to it what was the point?

if this sucks, blame @cncocubanita she rushed me

chapter 8 is now here.

Who we are in our little place

summary: the struggles of a single recently-divorced mother and her little piece of light.

words: 1808

characters: m’ma cabrera, duckling fenton

n/a: Fluff Without Plot, M’ma’s name in Italian!DT87 is Gloria, this is a bonus scene of an upcoming chapter of a fic. this takes place after m’ma divorced, they moved out and she got her job as an officer.

“¡Mami!”

Gloria laughed, her son launching himself into her arms at the moment he saw it was her at the door, jumping high enough to wind his little arms around her neck. She tried to not grimace too much into the hug when her son pressed a little too hard into her right shoulder, she wanted to keep hugging him and not let go never for the rest of her life. She separated him just a little, enough to see his excited face. His smile made her heart soft and she felt secure and safe, a feeling she thought she had lost with the pain in her shoulder.

“I’m happy to see you too, pollito. But be careful, ok? I’m tired, bebé.”

Gloria’s heart deflated a little when she saw the change from excited to sheepish in Fenton’s face. “Sorry, mami. ¿Bendición?”

Gloria gave him a reassuring smile and kissed his little forehead, to remind him that he hadn’t do something wrong. “Dios te bendiga, mi vida,” she murmured, loving voice pouring out of her only for her son. Fenton beamed, giggling, and kissed her back into her cheek.

At the door, the one Fenton had opened so eagerly, was an old greyish-red guacamaya, her chubby and hunched frame familiar to Gloria now after some time knowing her. The old lady smiled like she always seemed to do, she seemed charmed by the unfolding scene in front of her. “See, Fenton? Told you your mamá would be here soon enough.”

“¡Si! You were right, abuela Claudia!” Fenton beamed, turning around to see the other woman without leaving his mother embrace. Gloria smiled at her before getting up, letting go of the hug to ruffle her son’s feathers.

Claudia returned her smiled and said to her like a secret. “He was heavy asleep on the sofa but when he heard the knock, he was almost flying to the door. I swear I don’t know from where he gets that energy.”

Gloria snorted immediately, amused by her son’s behavior. “Oh, yeah?” Fenton blushed and looked embarrassed, that just made Gloria even happier. She ruffled his feathers a little more. “Well, go collect your things, so you can go home to sleep in our bed, ¿si, pollito?”

Fenton jumped to the door. “¡Si, mami!” And ran into the apartment, leaving the two women outside.

The two women followed him with their eyes until he was out of their sight, disappearing into the living room. The old guacamaya stopped smiling at that moment and turned around to see her, worried expression set on her face. She had said nothing yet but Gloria was already feeling guilty.

“Gloria, it’s 1 a.m on a Saturday. You’re never late. Do you know how worried that boy was? How worried I was? What happened? Why are you six hours late, mija?”

Gloria didn’t know how to say the whole truth, so she went with half of it. “I’m really sorry, Claudia. There was a lot of paperwork and I-.”

The old lady shouted, interrupting her with a frown. “I may be old and my sighting may be bad, mija, but I saw how you frowned when Fenton touched your shoulder. You looked in a lot of pain, you were lucky that nene wasn’t looking at your face.” Gloria looked down, embarrassed to be caught in the lie. Claudia sighed. “Well? That seems like a nasty injury, mind telling me how it got there, mija?”

Gloria grimaced, instinctively touching with caution her injured shoulder, recounting the events of the afternoon in her head.

It had been a stress-free day at the station, pure paperwork, a lot of it actually, but she was content with it. Until, of course, her boss asked her to accompany two of her superiors to some exclusive casino for really rich people. They had been a lot of suspicions of a specific client cheating that had arrived some days ago to the casino, they won too many times and the owner of the place was tired of it and wanted a stop to it, it was because he was making less money of course, not because he was worried about moral matters. Gloria accepted the job, since her boss wanted her specifically and because accepting could lead to a promotion. More experience on the field meant promotions and a bigger wage usually. Her partner winked at her and one of her friends in the station had wished her good luck.

When they arrived and did the interviews, she had expected resistance from some animals, she had expected commotion from the clients, maybe a fist fight with a difficult suspect. What she hadn’t expected was ending in an exchange of shots with the principal suspect. She hadn’t expected that the “lucky” client at the casino was a woman with sharp thinking and quick reflexes either.

She just wasn’t expecting to run again into…Goldie. Not after what happened some months ago.

She hadn’t expected her to fire either when the simple questions ended in those unfortunate circumstances. Her hand pressed her shoulder a little at the memory of the blonde duck firing the gun at her. Pain flared and her hand went down at her side.

It was the first time she had been shot. Not the first time confronting the possibility though. She had been trained to expect it at some point in her job, she had been trained to even avoid it when possible but for it to actually happen was a completely different matter.

First of all, it hurt like hell.

Second of all, the grip of death was pretty hard to forget, more than people realized.

Third of all, it was great to know that the station was the one that was going to pay for that medic bill and for the emergency surgery and not her. She almost finally died just thinking about the horrible bill she was going to face later.

It was almost funny how in the way to the hospital, even when she should have been worrying about how her shoulder was losing so much blood and how much it hurt, she just couldn’t stop thinking about her son. Too worried about him to really acknowledge when she was moved to finally do an emergency surgery or when the nurse gave her anesthesia and told her that everything was going to be okay. Total blackout, her son waiting for her the last thought on her mind. Next thing she knew, she was patched up and the doctor was telling her she needed to stop using her right arm for some months, she needed to check with him regularly too, and when that finished, she could start therapy for her arm. Oh, and she needed to go tomorrow with a therapist for the shooting, too.

She really, really didn’t want to worry Claudia nor her son with all that. “Hard day at work, Claudia. Please just let it be.”

The old red guacamaya sighed, looking at her with uneasiness. “Gloria, hija, please.”

Gloria looked at the side, indecisive. In the end, she sighed in defeat and told a simple truth. “I received a shot in the shoulder. Almost clean but it grazed the bone and it chipped it a little. Needed an emergency surgery. That’s why it took so long to come home.”

Gloria had not seen the old red guacamaya while saying that, so she came to halt when she saw the old guacamaya crying in front of her, she went to clean the tears off rapidly but Gloria had already seen it and the pang of guilt was already destroying her. “Oh, mi niña, you should be in the hospital, not here. I could take care of Fenton for the weekend and-.”

“No, you already do enough for me, Claudia. Especially with the other kids and… I could not ask you for more.” She said with resolution.

“At least you should let me go to your apartment to help. I could take care of the cooking and the cleaning until you can use your arm.”

Gloria denied again, this time with a soft smile. “Don’t worry.” She replied, her other arm moving freely to show her point, “my other arm is just fine. It can do double work, this only means I’m going to have extra strength in this one.”

Claudia laughed at the absurdity of Gloria’s statement. She smiled, glad to relax the old lady a little. “Ayayay, you are just too stubborn for your own good, mija.”

Gloria laughed. She went to say something but got delayed, seeing a sleepy and yawning Fenton walking to her, he was smiling but his eyes were half-lidded and he looked so tired. Fenton raised his little arms to her, an obvious request to be picked up, Gloria rolled her eyes and mumbled a “come here, baby” in spanish, lifting him up with her good arm. He put his head to her shoulder immediately and closed his eyes. Gloria kissed his cheek and caressed his head with her other hand. She looked at the old guacamaya again.

“Thanks, Claudia. I don’t know what I would do without you. Sorry if he caused any trouble. And for worrying you.”

The old red guacamaya scoffed, tiredly. “You are a strong Cuban woman, mija, like me. I know you will figure it out.” She winked at her. “And don’t worry, él es un amor. Said he was a good kid because otherwise, mamá would be sad. I don’t think that kid is capable of misbehaving now.”

Gloria smirked, proud of her Fenton, and insisted to Claudia. “Whatever favor you want, just tell me, okay?”

Claudia posed as she may be thinking “I do have one,” she said, smiling to her. Gloria made sure to pay attention. “I’m really hoping you buy that house and you get out of this barrio, mija. You two deserved it. Bet your family would be so proud of you.”

Gloria thought about them for a second and a melancholic smile broke through her beak. “That’s what I’m hoping for. But I mean a real favor, Claudia.”

“Making this old bird happy would be the greatest favor, Gloria. I want you two happy.”

“Fine, fine. Huh, and you say I’m stubborn.” Claudia just laughed. Gloria went to move Fenton a little, trying to wake him up. “Hey, cielo. We’re going. What do we say to Doña Claudia, pollito?”

Fenton opened his eyes, really tired but he smiled full force even with the little energy he had left, he turned around to see the old guacamaya and mumbled with affection. “Gracias, abuela Claudia. Chao. Bendición.”

The old guacamaya laughed heartedly. Her old eyes twinkled with incredible fondness and she kissed Fenton like he was really her own grandchild. “De nada, mi cielo. Dios te bendiga. Have a good night, you two.”

and that’s all, i was actually discarding this of the actual fic asdfg (thats whhy she talking about goldie, dude, its from the follow up of my reincarnation au lmao) also wink wink at those who got the reference with Doña Claudia

Second Chances [Part 6]

An assembly was called, with a single reporter allowed in to film, Uchimaki Sachiko. She took her job seriously but was very polite and professional with everyone she met as she had the camera’s set up with the help of the cameramen. When she was finally ready the classes started to pile on in lines as she stood next to Vlad.

Nezu stood straight, arms behind his back and a smile adorning his face as he greeted everyone “Good Morning, students of UA, and Welcome to the new dorms, I’m sure this was an unexpected surprise for all of you, but worry not, this is only a precaution to avoid any trouble involving villain attacks and keep all of you safe from any possible threat”.

Many students kept listening as the principal spoke, some of them started whispering to each other at the same time, just to stop talking the moment they realized they were being watched by their teachers with a look that said “Pay attention!”, causing them to look back in embarrassment for being caught.

“As many of you know, we decided to introduce a new hero class, these aspiring heroes are going to be your new classmates, and will go under special training in order to catch up with their fellow classmates”

The new hero class was standing alongside the principal, some of them were pretty calm, but others were feeling nervous at the fact so many people were staring at them. Zokujin was one of the few who was very nervous, his body shaking like a leaf as he watched the people in front of him. It made him feel faint, like he might pass out even, but he didn’t, even though he’s never had this much attention before.

A hand fell on his shoulder, making him turn around and come face to face with Kana, who gave him a reassuring smile “Remember, everything’s going to be okay!” that helped him relax a little bit.

A few of the students in the crowd seemed nervous, a few of these students looked very scary, there was even someone who was a full on skeleton! But there were a few who made lewd looks at a certain someone, Midnight’s daughter was surely going to be like her mother, right?

A few students were caught off-guard by the fact one of the students had been whistling a cartoon theme, sounded like Freakazoid? But why?

An unknown figure in the support department looked up in surprise at the sound of that song, before the corners of her mouth turned into a smile. It was her, her childhood friend had made it into UA! they could finally catch up for lost time!

“Now, for the circumstances that led to this new class, we also took the liberty to count with a new member of our staff, and a good friend of mine that accepted the offer to teach these young heroes”

Either this new teacher had an invisibility quirk or he just didn’t exist, because there was nobody new around...and yet a few Pros were clearly uneasy by something, the students weren’t sure why. Until a sudden gust of wind was quickly felt around the podium, making a few people cover their eyes, by the time everyone looked back at the podium, there was someone new standing near their principal, making a few Pros even more uncomfortable at the presence of this individual.

The individual had a big grin and was almost a bright yellow as He turned to the students and staff of U.A “Hello everyone of U.A! It’s nice to be here, and let me say, thank you Nezu for this offer, it certainly was surprising, I am Wittenstein Corovo, the new teacher of class 1-L” Corovo introduced himself, tone bright and cheerful if a tad teasing. However the place felt cold with the hard stares and grimaces coming from the staff, more than one was clearly distrustful of the new teacher.

~Meanwhile in France~

Chikako’s father, Takeshi Miyashita was a well known scientist and a very busy man who always made sure to have time for his daughter in any way he could, like right now as he watched with a proud smile as his little Chika was among the new students of UA’s hero course, feeling proud she managed to overcome the first step of her dream to become a hero.

“I’m proud of you Kiddo” he would make sure to call her later to congratulate her.

~Back in Japan, in the Sukeruton Household~

The Sukeruton family cheered “Look at him!” Mai sobbed over how Hanamaru looked, he even had his mask off!

“Think the school will let us in to hug him? Ohhhh! What if we BAKED HIM A CAKE?!” cheered Kokotsu, Hanamaru’s little sister by five years.

“I doubt it, their security is high and people don’t just waltz in” Niku droned calmly, but his eyes shone with unshed tears, he was so proud of his little brother.

Chiniku leans against the couch “Do you think….we could be heroes?” He murmured to his family.

Soeko spoke up, his grandmother, kind and sweet “Of course, they always need heroes”

That settled the household for a little bit as Chiniku’s mind raced.

~At Gran Katsune’s Home~

Katsune Kitoma, the only living grandparent of Katsune Tsukiko, watched the T.V intently, after seeing something that made her tail fluff up in irritation she started sewing and making clothes while cooking at the same time “Much too thin, clothes look terrible” she grumbled, even though they were wearing the school uniforms, clean and freshly worn.

~At Tartarus~

A couple of guards could be seen escorting a female prisoner to a different cell, the woman was looking down with a face void of any emotions, until they passed by a guard, he was watching the news about UA’s new hero class, making her head shot up in surprise at the sight of two girls amid the new students, her mouth turned into a mad smile that sent shivers down the guard’s back, specially by the dark expression in her eyes.

“Starlight? Nebula?” she threw herself at the glass separating her from the guard, startling her escorts as they pulled her back, in order to take her to her proper cell. “Wait! Those are my girls! my little girls are at UA!” they didn’t pay attention to her, dragging her back despite her cries of protest.

Another group was rolling a fully caged All For One, he was strapped with a device that nullified quirks while having a guard with him that could nullify quirks by the area he was in.

They passed by two gossiping guards “That new kid looks a lot like that other kid who broke his arms during the sports festival, what was his name again? Midoriya Izuku? Right? Think they’re related?” One asked the other.

“I heard they’re related, but he seems much calmer than the other one, not sure what his name is” The guard with the bat quirk said with a hum.

None of them noticed the grin upon All For One’s face ‘Good work boys’.

~At the Yuki Household~

Yatsume sat there, confusion filled her to the brim. Of course her daughter would pass, if she didn’t, she would have made her leave, but how did he PASS?! Someone that dangerous and pathetic?!

But was she too hasty to throw him out? He was a hero in training now, he was going to get paid for his work soon, right? She could mentally count the money they could make. He was always trying to please her, maybe she should throw him a bone? Maybe it was time he pulled his own weight.

~At the Pro-Hero Celebration~

“Look at our baby girl!” cried Chikara, fawning over the fact her baby girl Shin got in with no help, in fact she was severely disadvantaged.

“Of course she was going to get in! We trained her” Hisho grins at his wife.

“What quirk does she have?” Asked Koji as he watched his son, who was almost falling asleep despite being elbowed by another classmate.

“Oh! She’s quirkless!” They said together. Koji started choking on his drink before whipping his head at them.

“SHE’S QUIRKLESS?! HOW DID SHE GET IN?” He rasped, full of concern for their daughter “Who is she?”

“Oh, that one, right there” Chikara points at the she-hulk like girl, Koji choking for a different reason now.

“WHAT KIND OF TRAINING DO YOU GIVE HER?!” he yelped, breathless.

“Oh, she has her own training room, and she’s been getting better at arm wrestling with me” Chikara grins as Koji pales.

“My god” Koji mumbles, that poor class has a monster.

~At a simple dress shop~

Shinja cried softly, her baby girl looked so pleased to be there. Kira looked so determined and happy. Maybe she should make her a new dress to celebrate her joining U.A? That seemed ideal, they may be tight on money, but she did have her skills.

Opening her drawer of cloth, she started to pick out her best, remembering her beautiful drawing of a hero costume “For my baby girl” she hums happily.

~At the Turismo Household~

Nanimo claps with the family, tears in her eyes at how Ford looked, so proud and happy “He’s grown so much” she mumbled happily.

Unzari scoffed heavily “Why become a hero unless the pay is good? So many heroes die” He grumbled as he snuffed out another cigarette before lighting another one.

Yobunna was in the kitchen, chopping up carrots for their stew as her mind wandered to her baby brother Ford, would he live? Wasn’t other U.A classes attacked this year?

Mujin scoffed “So what if they get paid well? He should have stayed quirkless” grumbled the grandmother.

Rimen quirked his mouth into a smile “Gran, quirks for can’t choose to get to leave” he tried to remind her, only for her to scoff and roll away in her wheelchair, what a spiteful old lady.

~The Hitonoke Household~

“THAT’S MY BABY” Gabriel cried, tears of absolute delight gathering at the corners of his eyes “THAT’S HER, JUST THERE, SMILING! MI NIÑA"

Raphael groaned from his spot on the sofa, lifting up his leg to grab his slider and toss it towards his father "Dad, you're in the way, move! I want to watch the ceremony!"

"WHY DO YOU HAVE TO BE SO MEAN, RAPH?!"

"WHY DO YOU HAVE TO BE SO ANNOYING!?"

Emiko laughed from her spot in the kitchen, feeding another spoonful of mush to little Maria as she called back "Behave you two! Gosh sometimes it feels like I have six children"

"That's because you do, madre" Leo muttered, looking through the fridge.

From upstairs, Santino sat in his room, watching the interview with stars dancing in his eyes.

"That's my sister!" He whispered to himself "My hero!"

~The White Household~

"Oh, look at her!" Magabella laughed, placing her knitting down on her lap "She looks so happy! And look at little Space Rocks! Oh, they gave him a little tie, bless him"

Saoirse laughed heartily, her arm wrapping around her wife’s shoulder “That’s our girl, Maggie! Amazing as ever! That’s all you right there~”

Magabella's face grew warm “Oh, well, I don’t think it’s all me-”

The other woman pressed a kiss onto Magabella’s cheek, feeling her heart flutter at the sight of her wife’s bashful expression “Sweetheart, it’s 100% you! Now, I gotta call little Mikey and tell him what’s up!”

~The Kasshoku Household~

Roreru scrunched up her face in distaste. Zokujin is now in U.A, and it sickened her "How could anyone let him in? He's absolutely useless" she scoffed at the thought of the shame he brought her family's name.

Kouma grumbled "This wouldn't have happened if you had allowed me to discipline the thing as I saw fit" he growled at Roreru.

Aikokusha barely looked up from her plate of food "Well, at least without him here, he won't be sucking up our food" she grunted as she ate a chicken leg eagerly.

Akairo glanced at his parents "but won't he be making money now? Serious money" that made the family go quiet, scheming.

Kocho watched the TV, as close to the TV as allowed and murmured softly to herself "big brother is a hero now" she watched as another girl comforted her big brother and her eyes sparkled, big brother was making friends! Kocho hoped she could meet them too one day.

~At the League~

The silence of the shock filled the room, they actually made it in? But Toga's attention was somewhere else, her laughter distracting everyone else in the hideout.

"Hey Shigi, when did you become a hero, eh?" They turned to where she was pointing and quickly realized what she was talking about. There in the new group of aspiring heroes, was a boy, he looked dead on like Shigaraki, maybe a little younger. He was being comforted by a girl standing beside him.

"Huh, you got family?" Spinner asked curiously.

Shigaraki could only shake his head numbly "None that I’m aware of" he mumbled, scratching his neck in irritation while trying to rack his brain for some answer, anything, but nothing came to him.

"If he is related to you, maybe you could recruit him?" Magne suggested calmly.

Silence reigned over as Shigiraki stared at the screen, thinking deeply.

~After the Ceremony~

None of the new students could catch up with their new teacher, he was gone much too quickly for them to catch up. Some of the U.A students gave the new students a warm welcome or avoided them like the plague.

Hanamaru was often avoided for his scary appearance, so he got the chance to view others mill about. He swore he saw one of the teachers trade phones with the reporter, but he wasn’t too certain, and it wasn’t his business to know what they did in their lives, so who cared?

Midnight helped Chikako out when too many boys tried to badger her for her number. sending those poor boys a glare so cold it would seem like she had an ice quirk instead.

Mineta tried bothering the new girls, but Aizawa had quickly dealt with his unruly student, wrapping him up and leaving him hanging from a tree, out of the way from harassing any other female students, the teacher was unaware when three other students showed up with bats and blindfolds, heading towards the confused boy “Pinata!~”

Finally, when the ceremony was over and it was time for everyone to leave, no one noticed a beaten up mineta being dragged out by his fellow classmates.

~The next day~

Today class 1-L was to officially meet their teacher, Wittenstein Corovo, they saw him yesterday, but never actually had the chance to talk to him. The bell had rung a solid ten minutes again and still no sign of Wittenstein.

At this point, several of the students may have been thinking of getting another teacher to find their missing teacher when the door opened and Wittenstein came in, grinning like he was yesterday “Sorry about that class! A black cat crossed my path, so I had to take the long way” but he was wearing a familiar pair of glasses.

“Why is it so dim in here? Turn on the light-” he tripped over nothing and half way to his desk, slipping like he was in a cartoon and papers flying everywhere.

He gets up, looking disheveled and surprised, even confused “What just happened?”

The door, which was wide open now, made a scowling Present Mic, sans his iconic glasses, stroll in and snatch back the glasses from Wittenstein before storming back out, Wittenstein was quiet for a moment before speaking up.

“What’s his problem?...and who is he anyway?” the collective groans from the classroom could be heard all the way to class 1-A.

Wittenstein dusted himself off before looking around “Well….seems I lost my paperwork...so I guess we can do a classroom activity instead” He said as the classroom eyed the paper that was now surrounding Wittenstein on the ground.

“So, for a classroom activity, we can pick out a class president and class deputy” That seemed to focus their attention back onto him and away from the sudden mess behind him.

“Now, for class president, it’ll either be voting, or common sense and stress, we can’t have a complete idiot or coward leading, but you must want this position too” he gave them another smile followed by a tilt of his head.

“Now, some of you may not feel like you’re fit for the role, or may not want it at all, SO! if any of you have a suggestion, please raise your hand!” Corovo gave them an example, raising one of his limbs high towards the ceiling.

The classroom fell into silence, some of the students were looking away, clearly uncomfortable at the idea of leading all these people, some were unsure if they wanted to suggest taking over the role themselves, it would probably not be allowed anyways.

“One more thing, You’re not allowed to vote for yourselves!”

...Of course he’d say that, was this teacher some kind of mind reader?!

“Why, you may wonder? It’s simple really! Part of being a hero it’s about teamwork, sometimes you have to rely on your fellow teammates. Now, any suggestion….anyone?”

Silence reigned over the room for another minute, until Chikako shyly raised her hand.

“Yes Kayama? would you like to take over as class president?” She shook her head quickly.

“Actually...I’d like to nominate Eva, she did pretty well during the entrance exam, and her quick thinking helped us...maybe she’d like to consider the idea?”

Some of the students turned to look at Eva, the girl in question jumping in surprise before slowly beginning to sink into her seat, her hands grabbing her hair and tugging slightly.

“I...uh…” Space Rocks sat up, placing his head on her lap in a comforting manner “...I appreciate the thought, but I don’t think I would be cut out for that position, sir”

Another hand went up into the air, slow and shaky, not used for any kind of attention even when he brought it onto himself.

"Yes Shimura? Would you like to try out for class president?" Asked Wittgenstein.

Zokujin shook his head fast "no….I just want to...nominate Midoriya, he didn't back down….or break down from the….misunderstanding with class 1-A, if anything he was fast to defend…"

Two more hands shot up, Shiromori Zetsu and Akatani Mitsaru.

"I would also like to nominate Midoriya" Zetsu said, not giving any more insight into his thought process.

Mitsaru smiled, before he shyly ducked his head "I too would like to vote for Midoriya-Kun"

“Oh I agree!” Piped up Chava from the back “He defended Zoku, so I think he deserves the spot!”

Ford waved his arm like he was about to take off as a helicopter "I VOTE FOR KUMO TOO!"

Both Eva and Chikako looked at eachother, like they were telling each other “that’s a good idea!” before giving their votes as well.

Joel leans back in his chair, arm lazily held up “I vote for Shin, she’s like, super strong as fuck” he says easily, not even thinking about this seriously. Or bothering to notice the look his teacher gave him.

Meldori raised her hand “I vote for Shinso, seeing that he’s been here at UA since the start of the school and would know more than us” she says confidently, ignoring the stink eye thrown her way.

The class was silent until Chura raised his hand “I vote for Shinso then, power and not backing down from a fight is nice, but we need a president who knows what he’s doing and what UA has in store.” He finished rather curtly.

Mikumo rose his hand “since I can’t vote for myself, and many I don’t know that well, I agree with Onigumo, having someone who is advanced when it comes to U.A. is a much needed skill”

Tsukiko rose her hand “I vote for Inzen, we can’t have a president with no sense of humor, just sour faces all of the time”

Shinso sighed and slowly raised his hand “I vote for Mikumo” he said evenly. Shin and Ryogami raised their hands at the same time “I vote for Shinso” they said together. Shitae laughed, waving her hands “I like both of them! Grumpy faces!” She laughed.

“Shinso’s actually a pretty good option, I vote for him too!” Kana agreed with her classmates, hand raised slightly.

Kira and Hanamaru both raised their hands and voted for Mikumo, the last person to vote was Kishin.

Said girl didn’t bother to raise her hand “why don’t you be the president? Why does it have to be one of us?” she asked their teacher.

“Class President represents the class during certain events, and it can’t be the teacher since it’s his job to teach us, not represent us, only we can do that” Shinso explained to her.

Kishin nodded slowly “You’re...Shinso, right?” and at his nod she announced “Then I vote for you Shinso”

Wittenstein, who has been writing down all of the votes hummed in confirmation “So, from what I can see, Mikumo wins as class president, but Shinso as class deputy”

There was a round of applause from the classroom, equal feelings of victory and pride.