#and whenever he does something cool with his quirk all his students get all crazy excited and it makes him all 😏😏😏😏😎

[willowser]

the idea of ua teacher bakugou honestly makes me so sad, because you have to consider the possibility of him not making it to the end as a hero which !! is heart-breaking !!

but at the same time — there is something really cathartic i think about him growing up and growing out of measuring his worth by being number one, by being the best. and i like to think of him as a grumpy professor !! a bit like aizawa !! or him keeping a close eye on the shy, quiet students, watching out for them and always there to bully them (affectionate) along their path . or for him to be an all might to someone, a young kid that looked up to dynamight in his hay-day, now getting to follow directly under his lead.

[fiflowers]

Chase Davenport Fluff Alphabet

A: activities (what do you do together?)

Chase absolutely LOVES to do just about anything with you. He’s so mesmerized and captivated by you, anything that makes you happy, he’ll do. It makes him really happy if you do the things he’s interested in, too. (I.E. watching his favorite tv shows, letting him ramble on about science, read with him, etc.)

B: Beauty (what does he find the most beautiful about you?)

Again, he thinks you’re so beautiful, everywhere. If he had to choose, he would probably say your hair. He loves running his fingers through it and playing with it when he’s bored. He loves when you let him try to braid it after you taught him.

C: comfort (how would he help you after a panic attack?)

Chase is most definitely an expert when it comes to panic attacks. He would make sure you can breathe and would stay by your side the entire time. He would know when to give you space but he would whisper supportive mantras to try and help. Afterwards, he would watch your favorite movie with you to calm you down while eating your favorite dessert.

D: Dreams (how does he picture your future together?)

Chase isn’t big on the future. He likes to stay in the moment, making sure everything’s okay. He doesn’t know where the future will take him, but he knows he wants you apart of it. He pictures eventually marrying you and possibly having a kid or two.

E: Equal (is he dominant, possessive? Or rather passive?)

Chase is very passive aggressive with you when he’s mad. He feels bad to flat out yell at you, so he’ll throw slight digs until you ask him what’s wrong. (Slightly nsfw, in the bedroom, he’s very dominant and likes to have control. He is mission leader, after all.)

F: fight (how would you fight with them? Would he easily forgive you?)

Chase hates fighting with you. It does happen, and it’ll usually build up over time. You guys will end up blowing up at one another, and then need a day or two to cool off. After Bree talks some sense into him, he apologizes after a day or two.

G: gratitude (how grateful is he? Is he grateful for the things you’ve done for him?)

Chase is very grateful for every experience he’s had. He is grateful for his bionics, his family, and his students. He knows how much you’ve done and sacrificed for him, and he’ll do anything to show it to you.

H: hugs (how does he hug you?)

Chase is big on hugs. He likes you wrap his arms around your waist and kiss your neck, or he just simply likes to hold you close after a mission if it startled him.

I: inspiration (how have you inspired chase? How has he inspired you?)

When Chase is with you, he tends to be more laid back. He’s more open to rebellious tendencies and it makes him feel like a total badass. When you’re with Chase, he encourages you to try harder in school, and it eventually really pays off.

J: jealousy (does he get jealous easily? How does he deal with it?)

Chase is a very jealous person. He tries to hide it, but every so often he’ll kiss you a little harder to remind you that you’re his. Sometimes if he can’t control himself, spike may come out to play.

K: kisses (what was your first kiss? Is he a good kisser?)

You and Chase’s first kiss felt out of a fairytale. You got caught in the rain after Leo abandoned the two of you during study hall. After a deep conversation on the walk home, he knew he couldn’t let this opportunity slip past him. He looked deep into your eyes and pulled you in for a long, passionate kiss. To answer if he’s a good kisser, he very much is. He knows what you like and he’s good at giving it to you.

L: love confession (how did he confess his love for you?)

After your first kiss, there was so much tension between the two of you. It was left untouched for so long, until Chase couldn’t hold back. He eventually confessed his love while yelling at you in the lab, leaving both of you shocked. It luckily all worked out, as you told him you loved him, too.

M: marriage (does he want to get married? How would he propose and how would the wedding be?)

You are the only person Chase sees a future with. You’re it for him, so he wants everything to be special. He’s propose on an isolated part of the bionic island during sunset. At the wedding, he’d rather have it small with your immediate families and closest friends.

N: nicknames (what does he call you?)

Babe, baby, love, darling, (your regular nickname,) your actual name

O: on cloud nine (how does chase act when he’s in love?)

Chase is the biggest dork when he’s in love, which means that’s the main side of him you’ve seen. He’s very giggly and blushes a lot. His siblings pretend it’s extremely annoying and tease him, but they’re secretly really happy for him.

P: PDA

Chase is very shy about your relationship. He often gets teased by his siblings that he actually managed to find a girlfriend, and it makes him slightly insecure so he’s rather show his love and affection in private. He does enjoy to sneak small kisses or hug you in public.

Q: quirk (what’s a random trait about him that’s beneficial for your relationship?)

Chase is very smart, obviously. He always knows the right thing to say and when to say it.

R: Romance (is he the romantic type? Is he cliché or creative?)

A perfect mix of both. He’s very creative while still staying traditional. He’s very romantic and enjoys small frequent gestures over random big ones.

S: spike (how does spike treat you?)

Spike is surprisingly very kind to you. He claims to respect women- especially you. You’re also one of the only people that can calm him back down to chase. Afterwards, he feels terrible and asks if you’re okay.

T: thrill (does he try new things in your relationship, or rather stick to a routine?)

Chase enjoys having a routine, although sometimes life just throws curveballs. He tries to keep things the same with you, because it’s one of the thing stable and secure things he has.

U: understanding? (Is he empathetic? Does he understand you well?)

Chase is very empathetic. He likes to make sure you’re always okay. He can read you like a book and usually can figure out pretty quickly when something is wrong.

V: value (how much does he value your relationship?)

Your relation is one of Chase’s top priorities. Although he wouldn’t admit it, he would give up everything if it meant he could have you.

W: wildcard (random thing in your relationship)

You’re the apple of Chase’s eye. His family loves you, and he loves you even more. He’s grateful that you’ve stuck around and never given up on him, even with his crazy life and secret.

X: xoxo (is he affectionate? Does he enjoy kisses/cuddles?)

Very much. He’s often shy and doesn’t like to directly ask for them, so he’ll send you discreet signals and hope you get the memo. You always do, and it puts a smile on his face.

Y: yearning (how does he cope when he misses you?)

Chase misses you a lot. Sometimes he’s on a mission and randomly thinks about you. One day he got up and went to the store, and bought one of those couple touch bracelets that vibrate whenever one thinks of the other. (Spoiler alert- he uses it A LOT.)

Z: zeal (is he willing to go great lengths for your relationship?)

Duh! Chase trusts you with his life. After you’ve supported him through so much, it’s only fair if he does the same. If you ever need him, he’ll drop just about anything to be there. He doesn’t ever want to loose you and the thought sends chills down his spine.

A/N: I hope this was good! I haven’t written anything like this before, so if you have any suggestions please lmk. Look forward to more lab rats content in the future, along with many more. I accept requests for just about anything! (Well, for the fandoms I am apart of.) <3

[scarlettriot]

Mina Ashido Headcanons!

@jewel116 requested some headcanons of our Alien Queen and I am here to deliver!

Some of these also could be considered BakuSquad HCs, hope that's alright.

I also went ahead and included some Adult Mina and 18+ Mina Headcanons too. Both are below the cut and clearly stated. Warnings are posted at each header mark.

If anyone has any other requests, lemme know!

Basic Mina Headcanons

Warnings: It's as fluffy as her dang hair! (Swearing)

. Most definitely has ADHD! In class, she is constantly tapping her foot on bouncing her leg as a means of trying her best to keep focused.

. Has a collection of shirts that she has designated for sleep and loungewear because she's burned acid holes in them by accident. Sometimes she'll wear them to concerts and shows if the design is cool enough.

. Loves piggyback rides! Frequently will run and jump on the backs of the guys in the BakuSquad. Even Katsuki himself puts up with it after a while.

. While Katsuki is the 'mom' of the squad, Mina is the one everyone goes to when they need comfort. Denki will curl up in her lap after a long day, Eijiro frequently goes to her when his insecurities creep back in, Hanta shows up late at night and they talk in her room about nothing just because he doesn't want to be alone, and Katsuki, well, he shows up to her room, slams the door and complains for a solid half-hour after reading a particularly heartbreaking scene in a manga while she listens to every word and validates his feelings.

. Mina worries far more than people believe she does. Her bubbly, loud, personality usually masks it but she knows when people are lying to her about what's going on in their heads.

. Sitting properly in a chair physically bothers her. She'd much rather be hanging upside down off it.

. She lowkey likes that the boys get protective over her.

. Mina is the type of person who gets A LOT of random thoughts that pop up in her head and one of the few people who actually will engage with the sheer randomness of the ideas is Shoto. Not only does he engage, he comes up with his own! The two can talk for hours.

. Loves hosting 'spa parties' in the common area of the dorms, everyone is welcome to join.

. When road trips happen, she's making the playlists (technically, she and Kyoka switch off).

. Tries teaching Tenya, Izuku, and Shoto how to flirt. After a very embarrassing first hour, Shoto didn't learn a single thing, Izuku was only good at it when paired with Shoto and Tenya... Tenya had her SHOOK! Man has game and she made sure everyone knew!

. Has weekly meetings with Yuga where they drink tea and spill the tea.

. She is so damn ticklish. Hanta was teasing her one day, she warned him to stop, he received an elbow to the face for not listening.

. Tried to grow her hair out once but it didn't grow down... it grew OUT. Mina thought she rocked it, and she totally did but ended up having it cut back down so poor Tsyu could see in class.

. Wakes up early three days a week to practice her hand-to-hand combat with Eijiro. Mina wants to improve her technique and Eijiro needed to work on his mobility, it benefits them both.

. Just Dance is her favorite game, she dominates.

. Easily forms new interests.

. Won't admit it but she gets jealous super easily.

. Will be the first to attempt to throw hands for a friend! I HC she was picked on as a child for looking so different but it never really phased her too badly, she likes looking different but understands that not everyone thinks like she does. So, if someone were to say something about Mezo's facemask, she's stepping in to defend the guy without hesitation.

. Knows every TikTok dance EVER. If a new one comes out, she's mastered it by end of the day and her account is always up to date.

. (Popular idea but important to reinforce) Mina and Eijiro co-founded a club, Horn Buddies, specifically to make Eri feel more welcome. They take her on trips and group outings. The only horned person who's not allowed to join is Pony because she was rude as heck to Mezo.

. Mina gets extra competitive over board games.

. She can ice skate and roller skate like a champ.

. Mina is resilient, dedicated, and passionate. She has goals and the girl will achieve them.

Pro Hero - Adult Mina Headcanons

Warnings - Mentions of alcohol use and swearing

. Gets several tattoos and piercings.

. Starts a roller derby club with most of the girls from 1A.

. Loves going out to the hottest dance clubs just as much as she enjoys staying in and munching on take-out food with friends.

. The Horn Buddies club she formed with Eijiro has now expanded into regular society and both young heroes couldn't be more proud. Together they've formed a foundation that strives to help those with non-flashy, unconventional, or misunderstood quirks feel welcomed and loved.

. Does her best to shop small whenever she can. Mina wants to help her community in as many different ways as possible.

. Becomes a fashion icon for many small, just starting out, alternative clothing lines. They love her look and the standard she sets.

. Goes to fashion and runway shows with Momo on the regular. While Momo prefers buying right off the rack, Mina goes to thrift stores and buys items that are coming back into style.

. Does her best to stay in touch with her classmates. She really cherished the friendships she made and goes the extra mile to make sure everyone stays connected.

. Has told off Shoto's father. Sent the man an anonymous bag of flaming dog shit as well for making his son so damn stressed. Sorry, not sorry.

. As long as she isn't in the middle of a fight, Mina will always stop to take a photo with a fan or sign an autograph. In or out of costume, she doesn't care.

. In high school, Mina's room was always decked out for the holidays. She goes decoration crazy and it is always done well. But, now that she's an adult with that pro hero money and her own place, she's the best house on the block decorated for each and every holiday! Inside and out! Also throws holiday-themed parties.

. Got absolutely trashed with the BakuSquad one night and taught them all how to twerk. By the end of the lesson, she deemed Katsuki was the best of her students.

. Loves to drink. Is a lightweight. Katsuki and Eijiro have carried her home more times than they can count.

NSFW 18+ Mina HC Below - Minors DNI

Warnings: Drinking, rough sex, mentions of orgies, handcuffs, impact play, and praise kinks. Subtle sexual relations with BakuSquad, Jiro, Todoroki, and Ochaco.

. The Queen of stripteases and lap dances.

. If any of her friends are at a party or some event and they need a fake date, Mina is their go-to person. She's handsy. She's flirty. And has no problem with platonic make-outs.

. Always encourages kissing-themed games at parties. Seven Minutes in Heaven, Spin the Bottle, those sorts of games. Mina also loves to play cupid and has rigged a game or two to get people together.

. Has made out with every member of the BakuSquad at least once as well as Kyoka, Shoto, and Ochaco simply because she was curious.

. Has attempted to start an orgy with the BakuSquad before when intoxicated. Still mentions it in passing just in case they change their minds.

. Has gone further with Katsuki and Eijiro though. Maybe both at the same time once or twice or several times...

. Wonderfully filthy dirty talk. Can even make Katsuki blush.

. (A personal favorite of mine that was in a previous post) When they were first years, Eijiro asked innocently enough, to touch her horns. He was gentle but that didn't matter. Our poor girl was so damn flustered! Her face turned red bright, she felt hot, and she had to go take a very cold shower!

. Ei felt terrible about it. It took them both maturing for her to explain exactly why she reacted that way... and then asked him to do it again.

. Is likely to send NSFW texts and photos while people are indeed at work. She is a Pro Hero though so only certain people are allowed to have those photos. A scandal is the last thing she wants.

. Very good at communication and is not afraid to speak her mind about what she wants and needs out of a relationship and her sex life.

. Loud, very loud, very needy.

. Fuzzy handcuffs in every color she can think of and adores impact play.

. Let her know she's doing a good job, Mina responds well to praise.

. Big cuddler after sex. Wants to snuggle into you and more than likely take a nap.

[vs-redemption]

Hey! Can i request tamaki,mirio and nejire with a s/o who have a very powerfull quirk?

From Cindy: Thanks for requesting the big three! It was interesting trying to imagine them reacting to a powerful quirk. I had fun thinking of the quirks though. I hope this is what you were looking for anon!

Mirio

Mirio had no idea just how powerful your quirk was until he’d already been dating you for a few months.

You were a support course student at a college outside of Japan, and you had met Mirio when he’d come to your school to do a study abroad program after graduating from UA High School.

You both shared some general studies classes together and Mirio began to rely on you to help him whenever he struggled with homework because you were one of the only students on campus who spoke fluent Japanese.

It was easy for you to fall for a positive and passionate person like Mirio, and he went head over heels for your kindness, smarts, and accent just as quickly.

Your tutoring sessions turned into study dates, which turned into real dates, which ended with you eventually becoming an official item.

Mirio had inquired about your quick once or twice during your time together, but you often brushed off the questions.

“It’s an emitter type quirk that isn’t very useful.”

Your hero course boyfriend never even thought to push the subject any further, but he was very surprised when he found out you had signed up for the school recruitment event that was similar to the Sports Festivals held at UA.

“Don’t they hold this event for hero students to show off and find jobs with pro hero agencies?” Mirio asked you.

“Basically,” you answered with a shrug. “But support course students can use it as a chance to show off their products as well.”

Mirio was worried that it might be a little dangerous, but couldn’t bring himself to discourage you from doing something you wanted to do.

On the day of the recruitment, Mirio makes sure to come support and cheer for you whenever he has time between the events he was participating in.

He was happy to see you doing well in one of the obstacle races until you suddenly came up to a part of the course with thick giant walls blocking the way.

None of your support items seemed to be helpful with the roadblock and it looked like you might not be able to continue the event.

Imagine Mirio’s surprise when you sigh in annoyance before reeling back your fist and punching a giant hole straight through the cement slab and walking past it as if it were just a minor inconvenience.

He’s shocked, of course, but also super excited and proud of you.

“Babe! Why aren’t you in the hero course?! Your quirk is amazing!”

You explain that controlling the sheer force of your power was more trouble than it was worth, and that making support items for heroes had always been more fulfilling for you anyway.

Mirio respects your feelings, but now that he knows how strong you are, he can’t help but ask you to work out with him from then on.

It makes him happy that he can finally do something with you that he excels at since you’d been the one helping him since the beginning.

He will also add your strength to the list of things he brags about when talking about you with other people.

Amajiki

Amajiki already knew the basics of your quirk when he met you since it was on the resume you’d used to apply as a sidekick at his agency.

He had no idea what to expect though at first since your ability to steal other people’s “kinetic energy” was pretty unique.

“Whenever I touch something that’s in motion, I absorb the energy and use it for myself!”

You could literally steal energy from ANYTHING that was moving, be it a small empty can rolling back and forth on the sidewalk or a four thousand ton train racing along its tracks at full speed.

Amajiki learned during your first patrol together that it was even more incredible as it sounded.

“Ah! My bag!” A woman’s scream drew your attention to a man running down the street with a purse he’d just stolen clutched in his arms.

Before Amajiki can even react, you are already running after the man, high fiving people walking in the opposite direction and tapping the hoods of moving cars as you run by to use their energy to boost your own speed.

You catch up with the man in the blink of an eye and tackle him, using his own speed against him to fuel your quirk. You successfully restrain him and wrestle the purse out of his arms.

“You were so fast,” Amajiki says after the incident is resolved. He means it as praise, but he can’t help but feel embarrassed that he hadn’t helped at all. “How did you overpower him though? He was twice your size.”

“I can convert the kinetic energy I collect to do anything I want!” You say happily, “that includes increasing my speed, strength, jumping power, grip and more!”

You start to remind Amajiki of Mirio with the positive energy you give off and the incredible control you master over your quirk.

He is conflicted because he admires you so much, and knows you’re an asset to his team.

On the other hand, he feels like you deserve much more than to just be his sidekick. The poor boy worries that he is holding you back.

He casually brings up the topic of you starting your own agency one day, but is surprised to see how disappointed and sad you look at the very thought.

“Is this your way of politely asking me to leave because you know I have a crush on you?”

You start to apologize for possibly making him uncomfortable and try to explain that you’d tried to keep your feelings in check, but it was hard when he was such a cool hero and amazing friend.

Your words slowly turned him into a blushing, flustered mess.

YOU had a crush on HIM?!

“No, that’s not what I meant!” He begins to stutter about how amazing he thinks you are and how you deserve more recognition, not realizing that you were getting flustered too now.

Somehow, you both make it through the nerves and agree to continue working together at the agency.

Amajiki even finds the courage to ask you on a date.

Even after dating for a while, Amajiki still gets overwhelmed by your quirk sometimes, but you make sure to encourage him and boost his self-esteem whenever possible.

Nejire

Nejire knew about you and your quirk long before you even met her.

Her curiosity about you had been peeked the moment she saw you using your mutant ability to transform into some sort of half human, half jaguar badass warrior.

Nejire’s eyes went wide when your hands and feet grew into big spotted paws with razor sharp claws, giving you the ability to run on all fours at crazy speeds, darting around like a real jungle cat.

When the cameras zoomed in, she got a glimpse of your dangerously long fangs and adorable fluffy ears. The reporter on the tv explained that when your quirk was activated, your jaw pressure was double that of an actual tiger.

Nejire became obsessed. Not only was your quirk super strong, but you also looked super cute when you were using it!

She had so many questions!

The first time she has the chance to see you in person is at the tail end of a pretty scary villain encounter.

She’d been doing her best to hold off a couple of beefed up bad guys who’d been harassing some girls when you’d shot out of nowhere, pouncing on top of the biggest looking one and pinning him to the ground effortlessly.

Her breath had caught for a moment when she saw your glowing yellow cat eyes, but she quickly recovered so she could take care of capturing the second criminal.

Once the incident was resolved, she was quick to bounce over to you and thank you for helping her out.

“You seem totally awesome!” She tells you with a huge smile, “We should definitely be friends! Do you have time to grab a bite after your patrol?”

“Um… of course!” you laugh feeling awestruck to be invited to hang out by one of the famous big three heroes from UA.

Both of you head to the nearest diner, and Nejire spends most of the time interrogating you about yourself and your quirk.

“Does it hurt when the claws and fangs grow out?” She asks. She was so excited she was bouncing in her seat. “Are the jaguar features just physical or do you get any cat like instincts too?”

Her questions could sometimes get pretty personal, but you could tell her intentions were innocent. You didn’t mind sharing information about yourself, and hoped you’d get the chance to learn more about her too.

“Hey we should totally team up again real soon!” She tells you before it’s time to head back home.

“I’d be up for that!” you smile happily at her friendliness. “And maybe we could get dinner after?”

“Oh!” She spins around in delight. “Like a date?”

“Yeah,” you nod, feeling glad she was on the same page. “Like a date.”

You both are basically inseparable from that point onward. Nejire’s playful and bubbly behavior matched your own and you found yourself spending more and more time with her both in and outside of work.

The more she learned about you and your quirk, the more enamored she became. The same was true for you about her.

Gossip magazines were calling you two a power couple even before the relationship was official.

[pietropatrol]

Marvel High (Part 4)

Read Part 3

A/N: Happy Fic Fri--Saturday! Had this most of the way written up yesterday, but my daughter has not been going down at her bedtime very well so I didn’t get it done before bed! But here I am now, posting as my husband is now trying to get her to go back to sleep. Babies, I tell yah.

Welcome to Marvel High, where being the new kid wasn’t the worst. Your homeroom couldn’t be weirder though; your teacher wears an eye patch and is always shouting for some reason, and a group of dysfunctional teens calling themselves the “Avengers.” Probably the weirdest thing is their insistence that you join.

Pairing: Pietro x Reader Warnings: language, sexual innuendos, teenage substance abuse Words: 1,300ish

The dynamic of the group was odd to witness. They all had drastically different personalities, something you had already gleaned from the bickering during the school day, but under the influence of alcohol, it became even more obvious. It was as if the group was comprised of smaller groups. 

The Maximoff twins were obvious. Natasha and Clint were a pair, that you were sure of. The way they shadowed each other and communicated in their body language was hard to ignore. Either they had been friends for a long time or something was going on between them. Though you felt it would have been inappropriate to ask. Tony and Bruce seemed close, from what you had overheard from their in-depth science conversation at lunch earlier. You could always find Steve, Bucky, and Sam together, but Bucky seemed annoyed whenever he was left with just Sam.

Thor was an outlier and seemed to bounce around all of them seamlessly. His cockiness rivaled Tony’s. Thor appeared to be about six beers deep and enthusiastically telling a story about how he wrestled some unnamed beast in is home country.

“Where is Thor from again?” You turned to Pietro who was watching the group from a distance with you. Though you had felt him watching you when you weren’t looking.

“Some Scandinavian country… we think.” Pietro shrugged. “You sure you don’t want another drink? Nat makes a mean cocktail.”

“I’m sure she does, but I should probably keep my wits about me and not smell like I’ve been drinking. My dad is like a bloodhound with that stuff. One beer was already a risk.”

“So, what is up with your dad anyway? He seems…” Pietro struggled to find the right word.

“Hella protective?” You quirked an eyebrow.

“Yes, hell-ah protective, as you so put it.” Pietro inclined his head in your direction, closing the small gap between your bodies.

“He means well. I haven’t made the best choices in my life. And trouble seems to follow me wherever we go. It’s only a matter of time before it finds me here.” You were being intentionally vague. It was a can of worms that someone you just met shouldn’t have sprung on them.

Pietro furrowed his eyebrows but didn’t push. “So, you set fire to your previous school?” He guided you back to the group and you sat next to Wanda on a loveseat, Pietro perched on the arm.

“Fire? Is Y/N talking about setting her school on fire?” Tony had been making his way to the bar when he heard the word fire. Another lit cigarette dangling from his lips.

“Yes, but don’t even think about sitting next to us with that lit.” Steve waved his hand to the offending object.

“It’s my house,” Tony guffawed.

“Rule eleven, specifically made for you, is not smoking within the group circle, because not all of us are trying to get lung cancer before twenty-five.” Steve rolled his eyes.

“I think it’s unfair that we have rules specifically aimed at me. But fine.” Tony dropped his cigarette into his glass and joined the group.

“Rules?” You echoed.

“Top secret,” Tony winked, “Back to the fire, what did you do?”

“It wasn’t anything crazy. I was in wood shop and got bored, wondered if I could burn in a design on a plank with my lighter, and it was highly flammable, apparently. It didn’t take long for the rest of the shop to start on fire, the air was basically half saw-dust.” You shrugged, honestly, it wasn’t the stupidest thing you’d done. It was also an accident for once.

“It only went as far as the home-ec classroom. No big deal, aside from being expelled." 

"Lame!" Tony yawned. "Let's play truth or dare!" 

Everyone groaned and threw empty solo cups at him. 

"Why do you always insist on playing?" Nat looked to him, incredulous. "We've been friends long enough that it isn't fun anymore. You just want us to do stupid shit." 

"What's wrong with stupid shit?" Tony insisted. "Besides we have a newbie now!"

  You looked at your phone and saw it was almost ten o'clock. Had it really been two hours already? "Sorry, but I have to head out. Curfew." 

"And here I was thinking you were a trouble maker," Tony smirked. 

"Oh, I am. But I don't want to be grounded for eternity. Great party though, Tony. Thanks for the invite." You made to leave with Pietro and Wanda on following behind you when a young boy, probably about 14, came running in, out of breath. 

"Alright, who invited the freshman?" Steve rubbed his temples. "We agreed, no freshman." 

"Parker isn't going to cause any trouble, the kid's a saint," Tony argued. "What's going on?" 

"Some--oh hi," the freshman saw you. "I'm Peter Parker. You must be new."

"I'm Y/N. You okay, Peter?"  

He was still trying to catch his breath. "Oh yeah! There's a bunch of Hydra High douche-bros who snuck in. They're by the pool." 

"Fuuuucccckkkkk." Bucky cursed. "They're definitely here to start some shit." "Alright, is everybody sober enough to deal with them?" Steve looked pointedly to Tony who was rolling up his sleeves, already looking ready for a fight. 

"We should probably go, you don't need me and Wanda, right?" Pietro looked to Steve. 

"Umm... if you're parked in the driveway, you won't be able to get out. They blocked it with their own cars." 

"Looks like you're going to be late. Sorry." Pietro frowned at you. A heavy sigh escaped your lips. 

"Nah, it's not your fault. How quickly do you think we can scare off these guys?" Tony held up his hand, gaining everyone's attention. "I might have a solution. Let me go down to my basement, and I will meet you out there." 

The group made their way down to the pool. Your other classmates had crowded around, keeping a distance from Hydra.

  Hydra was raiding the outdoor bar and the scariest student among them was lounging on a wicker chair, sipping lazily on a bottle of vodka. A small voice in your head said he was the leader. Maybe it was because everyone else was at work nabbing whatever they could and he was already enjoying their spoils. You just knew. 

"Avengers!" he called out, happily. "Great party!" 

"Avengers?" You whispered to Pietro. 

"I'll explain later." 

The leader's eyes narrowed in on you. "New recruit?" 

The hair stood up on the back of your neck as he stood up and stepped closer to you. He looked you up and down, perplexed. "Do I know you?"

"Doubt it." Pietro pulled you behind him, breaking his line of sight. 

"Maximoff onto a new toy already?" 

"What are you doing here, Keller? I thought we told you not to come near this place again?" Steve pulled the attention to him. "The message was pretty clear when Thor cracked open your forehead." 

"We heard about the dope ass party, Rogers. Thought some of your classmates would want to have a little more fun--" 

"We don't want your shitty drugs." Peter piped up. "Like weed is cool and stuff, but--" 

"Your shit is garbage." Tony sauntered through the group, a contraption strapped to his arms. "And calling it 'Candy Andy' is kinda lame." 

A light emitted from Tony's palm and beam jutted out and shatter the bottle of vodka in Keller's hand. Tony hissed from the hot metal burning into his palm but stood his ground. 

Keller remained calm and held up his hands, though you could see a slight look of terror in his eyes. "Alright, we'll see you around another time then. Good to see you again, Y/N." He winked at you and they took off. 

You froze, you didn't know him, how did he know you?

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[backtobackbakubabe]

Baby its Cold Outside (PART 15)

Bakugo X Reader 

Baby’s first quirk 

Words: 2298 

PART 1 HERE, PART 2 HERE, PART 3 HERE PART 4 HERE PART 5 HERE , PART 6 HERE PART 7 HERE PART 8 HERE PART 9 HERE PART 10 HERE PART 11 HERE PART 12 HERE PART 13 HERE PART 14 HERE

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Raising twins was no easy task. Especially when they were half Katsuki with tempers that rivaled only his. Niko was the worst when it came to tantrums. It seemed like the smallest thing would set her off, and with Niko being an early bloomer you both had to be on your toes at all times. It seems her quirk is triggered by stress, so any loud noise or maybe Itsuki took a toy from her and poof. She’s gone. Well not like actually gone. She was still in the exact same place. But her quirk made her completely invisible as well as silent. Katsuki tried tying bells around her ankle but the problem was anything that was touching her also became silent when she went into stealth mode. So as awful as it sounds he stole a house arrest bracelet from work and had Izuku help him modify it into a simpler version so when she disappeared he could still find her. 

Itsuki on the other hand was rather easy. He always seemed to be a bit calmer than his sister. Although when he finally did melt down it was so much worse. By the time he was three his melt downs became quite literal. He started melting things with his hands whenever he threw his little fits. 

That leads you to today. You were in the middle of teaching a class. The twins fifth birthday was tomorrow and your great husband had taken a couple days off from hero work to make sure he didn't get sucked in to any missions that might cause him to miss it. So right now he’s at home with them. Probably playing some elaborate heros vs villains game. 

You could hear your phone softly vibrating in your desk drawer but you would wait until later to check it. You had to scold your students on a daily basis about using their phones in class so you had to set a good example. 

The vibrating continued again and again before eventually Aizawa was knocking at your door. 

You excused yourself before walking out into the hallways to see Aizawa with an amused look on his face and phone held out to you. “It’s your husband. He says he's been trying to reach you and was desperate enough to call me. It seems as if the twins... well I’ll let him explain.”

You gave him a puzzled look as you took the phone, “Hey babe... what’s wrong?” 

“Oh shit Y/n can you please come home soon?! They both have gone crazy. Their quirks have... evolved... I don't know. Itsuki has whips now and I haven't seen Niko in like ten minutes and she's not showing up on the tracking app. Fuck I’m in over my head. Please come ho.... OI! PUT THAT DOWN! NIKO WHERE DID YOU EVEN....” You heard some commotion on the other side “Y/n I’ve never begged anyone for anything but babe I’m begging you please come home. I can handle one but as soon as I get one under control the other is doing some crazy ass shit.” 

You tried not to laugh at your poor distressed husband, “Yeah I’ll see if I can get a sub for the rest of the day and come home as soon as possible. I’ll see you soon and in the meantime just try to bribe them with snacks. That usually works.” 

“THANK YOU! Please hurry... OI! Leave the dog alo-” 

The phone hung up and you just giggled as you handed it back to Aizawa. “Do you think you guys could cover my classes the rest of the day?”

“Yes I think we could work something out. It was quite humorous to hear Bakugo so stressed out. Now he finally knows what it feels like to be an adult in charge of children so powerful and so stubborn.” 

You put your hand on his shoulder, “Thank you so much, I truly owe you one. Now I need to go help him out before our children burn our house down.” 

You hurried home as fast as you could. You practically jumped out of the car  when you got home and immediately teleported into the house scaring the absolute shit out of your husband. “SHIT! Dont scare me like that!” 

You quirked an eyebrow at him, “You must really be on edge if me teleporting into the house, which is something I do basically every day, is making you jump... where are the kids?” 

Right as you said it there was a weird tug on his arm making him almost fall. “What was that?” 

He gave you a sheepish look, “Well you see I finally found Niko but she’s insisting on being in stealth mode so I... Well you see I...”

Before he could finish Niko was appearing out of nowhere and throwing herself into your arms, “Mommy! You're home!” You could see a very familiar item around her neck. 

One look at Zuko who was curled up in the corner confirmed it, “Suki... did you really put the dogs collar on our daughter? And then put her on a leash?” 

“What else was I supposed to do? Her quirk now neutralizes tracking devices! I couldn't find her!” 

You looked at your daughter who was now looking at you with wide eyes. She knew she was in trouble, “Niko. Where you hiding from daddy?”

“Yes.”

“Did daddy ask you to stop hiding from him?”

She averted her eyes to look at the floor, “Yes.”

“Did you listen to daddy?”

She stuck the damed bottom lip out in the biggest pout known to man, “No... But Itsuki wasn't listening either!”

You ran your fingers through her hair, “I didn't ask about what Itsuki was doing. I asked what you were doing. I’ll deal with him later. Can you go give your daddy a hug and tell him you’re sorry?” 

She nodded as you put her down. She ran over to Katsuki and hugged his leg, “I’m sorry daddy. I promise to listen to you next time.” 

His expression softened a bit, “Yeah I’ll believe that when I see it.” He bent over and picked her up, “It’s okay munchkin, you know daddy cant be mad at you for too long.” 

You shook your head, “Yeah believe me she knows that and she's counting on it. She’s got you wrapped around her little finger.” 

He smiled, “Like mother like daughter.” 

You leaned in and kissed his cheek, “As long as you know it. Alright thing one is dealt with, where's thing two?” 

“I banished him outside until he can figure out how to retract the whips. Apparently his quirk is more than just melting things with his hands. He can make things as well like whips and these weird explosive balls. The whips are made of a lava like substance. Whatever it is in his palms that melt things just flows out of him until it makes a whip. And the balls, well they're actually pretty fucking cool. He can hold them until he's ready and then he just throws them and they explode. He’s been “playing” with them for over an hour. I’m all for him figuring it out, it’s a cool quirk but he’s destroying the backyard.” 

Your eyes widened, “That sounds like a you thing. You’re Lord Explosion Murder not me.” 

He gave you an exasperated look, “Sure makes sense... except he won't listen to me. I’m trying really hard to not be my mother and just go out there and tear that ass up.” 

You reached over and took Zuko’s collar off of Niko, “Well maybe dont tear his butt up but he does need some discipline. He needs to know he cant get away with ignoring you. Just go out there and put your foot down, while also letting him know you’re proud of him. I promise you he’s only acting this way because he’s trying to impress you. You are his favorite hero after all.”

Niko threw her arms around his neck, “MINE TOO! You're so cool!” 

He chuckled, “You make it sound so easy.” 

You reached out and took Niko from him, “Nothing about being a parent is easy except for loving our children. Just make sure he knows that what you do comes from that place of love and it’ll all work out.” 

He gave a weak nod, “Well here goes nothing.” 

You followed him out into the backyard where Itsuki was currently using his whips to try and cut down a tree. Katsuki walked up to him and sat down. For a little while he didn't say anything, just watching as his son destroyed the poor tree. “You know as cool as this is. There is a time and a place for practicing your quirk. This is not the time and it is definitely not the place.” Itsuki stopped momentarily to look his dad with questioning eyes. “You know how daddy has a quirk that makes explosions?” Itsuki simply nodded sitting down criss cross beside Katsuki. “Well do you ever see me using it around the house?” 

Itsuki looked like he was thinking about it for a few seconds, “Well no.” 

Katsuki nodded, “Thats because I dont. It’s too dangerous. I wouldn't want to accidentally hurt your mommy or your sister. I know you’re tough but you have to think about them. You’ve got a big boy quirk now, so it’s time you start acting like a big boy. Do you understand?”

Itsuki nodded, “I understand. I definitely dont want to hurt mommy.” 

Katsuki smiled, “Or Niko either right?”

His nose scrunched up, “Wellll I mean I cant hurt Niko. She’s fireproof.” 

Katsuki whipped his head around to look at you mouthing a quick ‘did you know this’. To which you just shrugged your shoulders because that was new information to you as well. You looked down and Niko who had been standing right next to you but was now gone. 

“HEY! Niko is showing me daddy's finger! You said we weren’t aloud to do that!” 

Katsuki looked at you, “Daddy’s finger?”

You tried to hold back your laughter, “Yeah that's what we call the middle finger.” 

He cracked a smile, “Makes sense.... wait a minute! Itsuki! You can see your sister? HOW?” 

Itsuki blushed, “Hey shut up, I did not! MOM! Niko is calling me a tattler!” 

Now it was your turn to give him a look, “You can hear her too?” 

Niko came out of stealth mode, “You promised it would be our secret! You ruined everything Itsuki!” 

Your husband looked like he was trying to do the math in his head, “So let me get this straight... Itsuki, you can see and hear your sister regardless if she is using her quirk?”

Itsuki pouted knowing he had given up their secrets, “Yes....” 

Your husband narrowed his eyes, “So earlier today when I was going crazy trying to find her you could see her... the whole time.” Again Itsuki nodded not making eye contact. Katsuki turned his attention to your daughter now, “And you're... fireproof?”

“Yes but stupid Suki wasnt supposed to tell you!” 

“First of all dont call your brother stupid, second of all, how the hell did you even figure that out?”

Itsuki blushed now, “I might have tried to melt her one day when she stole my Ground Zero blanket...” 

“YOU WHAT?!” 

You stepped up and took your husbands hand. “What do say we all just go inside and pick a movie. I think we all need some time to simmer down.” 

Niko latched herself onto Katsuki’s leg, “I call sitting with daddy!” 

Itsuki narrowed his eyes at his sister, “That’s fine I wanted to sit with mommy anyways! She gives better cuddles!” 

Niko squared her shoulders facing her brother, “Oh yeah! Well daddy gives better back scratches!” 

You and Katsuki just looked at each other. This was going to be your life from now on. Your over competitive, hot headed children were willing to fight tooth and nail over the smallest things. Just like someone else you knew. 

You reached for Itsuki’s hand, “How about you and I pick the movie and we’ll let daddy and your sister get the snacks ready?” 

Two hours later you were all stuffed onto the couch. Katsuki and you both in the middle with a child on either side. This was perfect. This was all you could have ever asked for. You leaned into your husbands side with your head on his shoulder. Both of the kids were passed out from their day of defying their father. “You did good today. You're such an amazing dad.” 

He kissed the top of your head, “Thanks, but I was honestly lost until you came home. If anyone deserves a parent of the year award it’s you. I don’t know what I would do without you.” 

You snuggled deeper into his side, “Honestly you are the best husband and father, and I’m so beyond happy to be living this life with you.” Zuko walked over and put his head in your lap, obviously not happy with being the only one left out, “and you too Zuko, such a good boy!” 

Katsuki’s arm tightened around you, “What do you say we put the gremlins to bed. And then we... you know... make another one?” 

You picked your head up to look at those serious scarlet eyes of his, “Did you just say you wanted to have another baby? After all this? You want to have another one?” 

He gave you a smug smile, “You just told me I'm an amazing dad, you cant take it back now. Besides... there's no harm in at least trying.” 

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I’m not sure if this is the end or not. I have a different series that I’ve wanted to start writing BUT I may come back to this one later. Well see where the inspiration takes me :) I also may be writing a part two to Just Let Me Help You as well. 

[trying-write-fanfics]

Shouji Mezo X Reader part 15 remember

 It was exam season. Y/n was tasked to help make the study guides and reviews for the class while Aizawa make the class scared over the test. There were two tests, one on their skills and a written one. The class freaked out on how they were gonna study and train. Y/n got to skip teaching aid days to take her own exams. 

“How were your exams? You got to take yours before ours.” Momo asked at lunch. 

“Aced them all.” Y/n told them. 

All their jaws dropped.

“I’ve never seen you read a book for any of your classes!” Jirou expressed her shock. 

“They’re online books. During slow times I read them. Aizawa doesn’t trust me to grade your work. I’d fail Bakugo everytime, and he knows it!”

“You’ve had so much time to study, then.” Tsu said. “I’m kinda jealous.”

“A lot of it is self teaching. If I get stuck somewhere I have to reach out to a teacher or hire a tutor, but I haven’t hit that wall in awhile.” She told them. 

Once lunch was done the students and Y/n were back to class. The phone rang and Y/n answered. Apparently her middle school friends Brittany, Stacy, and Regina came to pay her a visit. Y/n gave the phone to Aizawa to update him on the situation. He knew Y/n didn’t plan it, it could have been her mother’s doing or Y/n after meeting Brittany at the store. He was keeping close tabs. They did fill out forms and contact the school beforehand. As long as they didn’t see All Might to spread rumors, it was probably safe after a pat down.

“Yeah she can see them, but they have to stay on school property. She can think of a reason if she wants to.” Aizawa said. 

Y/n was surprised about the privilege she was given, but wasn’t gonna pass it up. It was the end of the day after all. Y/n went to her dorm to change and then went to the designated outdoor spot she was given to see her friends. 

“Are you sure it’s wise to let Y/n see her friends? She’s been following your rules, but could betray your trust at any moment l, Aizawa.” Tsu said. 

“If you all are worried, you can make it a game, spy on her to see if she really is trust worthy.” Aizawa said. “She’s surrounded by cameras, but maybe you’ll catch something.”

 Certain ears of the class perked up. They were let out, but instead of going to the dorm they made hiding places to hide and spy on Y/n and her “friends”. 

 Each student who did had their own worries about Y/n. Momo worried that they weren’t as close as she hoped. That these girls would always tier over Momo even though she had felt a closeness to Y/n. Their brief childhood intertwining, and then being brought together again. Koda joined with Jiro and Momo to see if Y/n was true too her words about his old elementary school bully. Shouji and Tokoyami were a different group who did not let the rest of the class know. Tokoyami only joined to see what Shouji was up to. Deku, Urakaka and Tsu joined a group worried that Y/n was planning on escaping. Sero and Kamanri just wanted to see what the girls would talk about, maybe hear about a crush. More groups were there for their own reasons. 

 Y/n sat under the tree with the three girls. They were all a rather conventionally attractive group. It would be wrong to judge them and think hey they’re pretty, one is confirmed mean without reason (Brittany), two were unknown, and Y/n who was kinda weird, but if wanted to could probably wield her power to be a mean girl. 

“How did you know to come here, I thought you’d call?” Y/n said.

“Well miss social media cleanse I figured I’d just go to the front office. We all had half days due to exams. I thought a nice get together was good.” Brittany said. 

“I can’t believe your condition was getting worse. I know you left regular school, but I still remember you beating up Derek Jeater.” Regina said .

“Recovery girl’s quirk is what’s holding my body together.” Y/n half lied. 

“Like is this it for you? Are you gonna die?” Brittany asked. 

 All the students listening had their stomach drop a bit. These girls know Y/n better. You don’t throw around the dying question so lightly unless it was a real real possibility.

“Probably not. I’ll be fine. I’ll survive long enough to help you’re voted in student government so you can pass prom and we’ll all party together.” Y/n told her. 

“I wanted to be the one to pass prom.” Stacy said. 

“Silence bottom!” Brittany laughed 

“So if you’re chilling at U.A. what do you do all day? Are you befriending any students?”

“I’ve actually been hanging out with class 1-A a lot.”

“Shut up.” Stacy said. “Shut UP! Oh my god you’re hanging out  with celebrities.”

“They can’t be that great. I went to school with Koda Koji and he was such a-“

“He’s actually kinda been my rock through this all. He lets me chill with his bunny whenever I’m missing my cat and is a great listener.” Y/n interrupted Brittany.

“Well your cats been dead for a couple years, and you haven’t gotten over it?”  Brittany teased.

“Sometimes when I close my eyes I can still feel my cat shoving their butt in my face.” Y/n said dramatically causing the girls to laugh. 

“Any cute boys or girls we should know about.” Regina asked. 

Y/n laughed at the question though her cheeks were red.

“There is!” Stacy declared

Urakaka’s eyes widened. Y/n lied to the girls, they didn’t catch her signs she was lying but these girls did and now they were gonna get the truth!

“There is someone. It’s nothing, just a little bit. It’s too early to make a deal about this.”Y/n went back and forth on her thoughts about that.

“Make a big deal about it miss too good for a cellphone. I’ll have to come here every week just for the whole story.” Regina said.

Y/n sighed.

“What he do? Is he dumb?” Stacy asked. 

“Was it one of the guys with you?” Brittany asked. 

Y/n pressed her teeth together.

“When something happens I’ll tell you guys. I just thought he was really cool, ya know. It’s not like I’ve said anything, I maybe the world’s worst flirter too.” Y/n said.

“You might be. Remember when you had a crush on the kid who played the saxophone? You couldn’t talk to him without making dolphins noises.” Brittany said.

“Gah!” Y/n screamed into the grass rolling around. “Why do I have to have feelings? Couldn't you three marry me and then I’ll never look for anything more? I can’t deal with having a crush, it makes my heart explode more than it can take!” Y/n said.

“I’d marry you.” Regina rubbed her friend’s head. 

“It just better not be octo-arms he didn’t even make it to the final round of the sports festival and he’s 1-A student, meaning he should have beaten all those b-listers.” Brittany said. “Or that other tall guy, I heard his suit makes him look like a banana”

Tokoyami looked at Shouji when they heard the comment. Shouji didn’t give any reaction, didn’t flinch or move. It was interesting to hear Y/n had a crush on someone in the class. Shouji also expected Brittany to show off her nasty side. Urakaka listening was screaming in her head how much of a liar Y/n is for not telling the girls who Y/n thought the cutest boy in the class was. Momo felt bad that Y/n may have not trusted the girls enough for a secret crush. Maybe it developed overnight , or maybe she was jerking her friends. 

Y/n kicked Brittany in the chest. “Don’t be fucking rude!”

The girls laughed and the U.A. students were even more confused. 

“Which one was Octo-arms, I don’t remember him.” Stacy asked. 

“Does it matter? It was the bird, crazy broccoli, Shoto Todoroki and Bakugo were the ones who mattered.” Brittany said. 

Y/n kicked her friend again, twice. The girls were laughing again. The U.A. students felt Brittany deserved worse than just three kicks, but figured Y/n was doing her best not to ruin the mood after not seeing her friends in so long. It was nice seeing Y/n laugh and have her guard down. She wasn’t afraid to be flustered in front of them, or saying she’d marry her friends. They just looked so happy and relaxed. Shouji paid close attention how Regina was outing her fingers in Y/n’s (colored textured hair). The peace didn’t last long, Brittany said another snotty comment and Y/n kicked her, except after she kicked her friend, Y/n started coughing violently. Regina held Y/n upright and the two others got startled and tried helping. 

“Oh god, Y/n breathe.” Stacy said. 

“Where’s that nurse...recovery girl?” Brittany said, all worried. 

Now that an emergency was rising the students didn’t know what to do. These girls didn’t know where the recovery girl was or their way around campus at all. They were all watching her, but do they give up their position to help Y/n? Would she be pissed? Of course she would. This was her time to be herself with people who knew her. But now she was coughing up blood in front of her friends. Shouji got out of his hiding place and Tokoyami followed. 

“Oh my god, how are you not dead?” Brittany said.

The three girls were too distracted to even see the two students approaching them. 

“I can take Y/n to recovery girl since she’s having a fit.” Shouji told the girls.

 His shadow loomed over them. He was so tall, so muscular. Regina and Stacy were both intimidated by the guy. Tokoyami got to his side. 

“I know you, you were Y/n’s little body guard.” Brittany said. Little is such a inaccurate word to describe him.

The coughing got a little faint as Y/n was ready go lights out in Regina’s arms. How could Brittany be so calm while her friend bleeds next to her? Regina past Y/n to Shouji as he cradled her in his arms. 

“You’re the guy who came in third, right?” Stacy asked. 

“Did you get to meet Hawks? He’s so cute.” Regina said. 

“You two can stay and talk, I’ll go with Octo-arms.” Brittany said. 

“Make sure our little Y/n doesn’t die!” Stacy told the two. 

 This must have happened often since the girls were all calm. Shouji and Brittany were alone, as Y/n was probably out of it. Then he was sure Y/n was with what Brittany said. 

“Nice ear on your hand. You were listening weren’t you.” Brittany said. “Don’t get your hopes up with Y/n. You probably like her since she’s someone who seems like she needs saving and you wanna be a hero, but you’re no doctor.” 

“Who said I liked her?” Shouji said. 

“Your actions. You spied on us and you just came at the perfect time to save her.” She told him. 

 His eyes widened and they were there in front of recovery girl’s office. They took the girl out of his arms so quickly and then slammed the door on the two of them. He was still trying to rationalize why he did spy and care. 

“I’m gonna wait here for her to get better you know since her and I are best frenemies, what about you?” Brittany asked. 

“I’ll stay here too.”

“Course you would. Cause you love Y/n don’t you.” Brittany teased harshly. 

“I wouldn’t go that far.”

“I can’t imagine her coping well here.”

“Why would she need to cope?”

“She didn’t come here in her own free will I bet. From what it looks like her health seems so much worse. To have to spend her final days away from friends, family, her cat’s ashes is very depressing. Recovery girl isn’t gonna cure her is she, just lessen some symptoms.”

Shouji took a deep breath. Brittany didn’t know the truth but knew a whole side to Y/n she never showed the class. He knew he couldn’t disprove her. 

“So like with your mouth hand is it like a playing with a sock puppet?” It was phrased like a question but really a jab. “That could be your hero name, the sock hero, sock puppet.”

He liked it better when people were afraid of him. This girl wasn’t afraid of him, she’d seen his soft side and already knew there was something hidden between him and Y/n and was gonna use that. 

“Are you worried you’re gonna lose your friend?” He asked her.   

“To death not to you.” She told him. 

  Recovery girl came out to say Y/n was better, but was out of it. Brittany sighed, went in to say a quick good bye and left glaring at Shouji. Brittany gathered the other two girls and left the campus. Shouji offered to stay, but recovery girl said she didn’t know when Y/n would wake up. She had called Aizawa to let him know about the incident. Shouji did stay and Tokoyami met up with him in the room. Tokoyami told him he wasn’t use to so many questions, especially about Hawks. They even exchanged numbers for more Hawks related questions.

“How was Brittany? She seemed like a handful.” Tokoyami asked. 

“She was…” Shouji didn’t know what was the right thing to say in front of an unconscious Y/n. “...a lot.”

Aizawa came in and sent the boys back to the dorms. He claimed he had to talk to Y/n when she woke up. It was clear Y/n didn’t even have real control over her quirk and now it was going to hurt her further. So Shouji and Tokoyami returned and there their class mates asked questions.

[spiltscribbles]

Quiet Things

Alex doesn’t get jealous.

It’s just not a thing that he does, has never thought it worth while. For a majority of his life he was too busy with school and Lacrosse and plotting out his eventual path to the presidency, to ever even fathom caring too terribly if the girl he was seeing was flirting with some other guy, or was being flirted with. Besides, it’s not his place to get all angry about it. If she liked him more than Alex, well he  had no right to interfere in  that, there’s something called free fucking will. 

“Nah, ’S because you’re too obsessed with yourself,” Nora had told him three weeks after their first break up in that somewhat snide tone of voice that she can pull out as effortlessly as her future professor monotone. 

“Slanderous,” Alex had sniffed before taking a huge ass bite out his burrito— thank God that Chipotle’s a national commodity now, which means they could stuff themselves silly before the second national debate . 

“Accurate my friend,” Nora had retorted with a clucking of her tongue, stealing his side order of chips and  queso while Alex was to busy glaring a hole through the glossy photograph of Prince Henry of Wales that’s the front cover of Vogue Italiano’s newest spread.   “You’ll always love yourself most.”

“Well yeah babe, I’m the only one who could appreciate me in all the right ways.”

“The only one who can stand you for longer than an hour you mean?”

Alex had pouted, teasingly, and Nora had laughed, adoringly, and neither of them really took it to heart. It was a bit of a quirk, his self absorption that is. Nora and June had noted it fondly for an eon, it wasn’t some new revelation.

Though What was n entirely new revelation was how only a few short years later, Alex fell head first for the fucking pretentious— not actually pretentious— prince of Wales, realizing he was definitely bisexual all along, and being forcefully outted by the old fuck trying to oust his mother from the oval office before her destined eight years are up. All in that order. 

God have times changed.

Alex supposes that it’s only right that amidst all of that, he also changed along the way, that he found a guy— a literal Prince amongst men— that makes his heart thud out an uneven staccato with every glance. Someone who makes it so Alex’s ADHD wired brain goes still, goes hyper focussed on him. On Henry’s pretty pale eyes and lovely thin lips and the way one corner of his mouth tugs upwards before the other every time he smiles. He found a guy who he chooses every day to spend his forever with, the first person that makes his knees go weak and the first person that Alex admits is  probably his only match. Found the guy he loves more than any other— His person, the one he’d give up the world to be with. The guy who makes his analytical mind shut off in favor for the idea that in all probability soulmates can exist…? And if so, Henry’s more than probably his.

All this to say, Alex now gets it when June— his delightfully neurotic sister— starts asking him a thousand times over if she looks okay in whichever dress she’s got on after she sees an Instagram post with Pez, forever adventuring a new part of the world, tagging a different girl, or when Nora doesn’t realize she’s being flirted with at her new internship at the Brookings Institute by another grad student. “Just cause I fuck dudes now doesn’t mean I suddenly get what’s trendy~” “You’re fucking one dude and only one dude.” “I think you just proved my point?”) 

Suddenly Alex wishes June were here, even in all her craziness, at least then he could have an honest analysis on what’s playing out right in front of him, in the middle of fucking douchebag Phillip’s birthday party. Just there, out in public, right next to the table holding up the thirty four thousand dollar cake. And oh! Look! The fucking gross ass  prick just snuck a finger to lick off some of the frosting!

Desecrating stupidly expensive desserts is there thing damn it!

The aforementioned prick is all high cheekbones and long lashes and such big brown eyes. He’s Hassan Nair, “Call me Haz.” No Alex will fucking not, thank you very much.

The prick, as Alex will be referring to him here forth, is the son of some Dubai business magnate, worth probable billions and is so sickeningly pretty that Alex would feel bad if he wasn’t dating the literal prettiest man alive, he’s kinda accustomed  with  not being exactly the hottest guy in a room.  But fucking prick boy must concede the point if the way he’s been gazing down at henry since this shindig has begun is anything to go by, and Jesus Christ, is it actually fair that he’s like half a foot taller than Alex too! No it’s not! None of this is fair! 

Alright, okay. This is not cool. Alex should not be just lurking in the shadows like some sort of Twilight love interest, gazing hopelessly at Henry and letting this totally new and totally unwelcome feeling— a bit envious, a lot inferior, and just slightly worried— be eating him hole. He’s fucking Alex Claremont Diaz. He’s the son of the American President! He’s going to an amazing law school! He’s hot and smart and fun damn it. And Henry chose him! Henry chose him when he first plunged down to kiss him, this edge of frantic, the night of that New Year’s party. Henry chose him when they stood hand in hand facing the crowds with their chins tipped high and their love holding strong. Henry chose him when he bought that Brownstone in New York and adopted a dog with Alex’s name as the co owner. 

Truly? Who is Hassan Nair in the face of all of that?

Alex watches him wink at Henry for the third time in the past five minutes and he sees red.

God damn it the prick does look like a One Direction stand-in, doesn’t he?

Fully intending to just find Beatrice  and bitch about Hassan fucking Nair to her, Alex swigs down his Bellini, but stutters still when Henry pivots around, his ever alert eyes softening once catching on him. 

Damn it, Alex is a weak, weak man.

“Lost you in the crowds?” Henry asks in greeting once Alex saddles up to them, slinging an arm around Henry’s waste in a way that Alex prays comes off nonchalant.

“Didn’t wanna just intrude,” Alex corrects, brow kinked playfully. “I’m not so gauche.”

Henry rolls his eyes heavenwards, but Alex knows he’s reluctantly charmed when that ghost of a smile passes across his lips.

“You once dragged me out from a conversation I was having with President Macron because you wanted to compete over who could catch the most bugs.”

“Hey! They were fireflies not just bugs you ass!” Alex charges, fully indignant now. “And you’re only pissy because my jar was like a thousand times brighter than yours!”

“You started for like a quarter of an hour longer,” Henry says airily, pale head tilted, imperious. 

“Excuses don’t become you sweet cheeks.” Alex informs him, positively gleeful over the dusting of red that comes over his elegant features.

“Ahem,” the prick interrupts with a cough, eyes skewering Alex. “I don’t think we’ve met?”

“We have,” Alex corrects with a thin lipped smile. “At Phillip’s wedding— Erm ah before the incident.”

“I don’t recall,” the prick just shrugs, turning his full attention back to Henry, and yikes Alex has to give him props, he’s definitely mastered the cold dismissal thing down pat. “Henry we should grab lunch soon, it’s been ages since we’ve caught up.”

Did this guy just ask out Henry right in front of Alex? What the actual fuck?

“Of course,” Henry says in that blithe, detached sounding way he does whenever he’s trying to be polite and doesn’t know how to react. Fuck is Alex so happy he knows how to decipher his different moods. “But I reckon Alex and i best get going, we promised a friend that we’d meet them for dinner.”

The prick’s bright eyes dim and he just nods. “I’ll call you?”

“Sure,” Henry grabs for Alex’s hand and it’s the best fucking feeling in the world.

.-

“Didn’t know we promised any such thing your highness?” Alex goads as they slip into the rental car, Amy and Shaan in a separate one tracking them back to the castle.

“I needed an excuse Alexander, and I never claimed to be above fibbing if it means I get to escape social situations,” Henry intones, lying back with his eyes shut. Sometimes Alex has to catch his breath when looking at him, sometimes forgets just how stunning he is. 

With a swallow, Alex forces his eyes back on the road and wills himself to sound normal.

“He seemed nice?”

Henry’s lip quirks and fuck, apparently he’s just as easy to read.

“You hated him.”

“Did not.”

“Did so.”

“I did not!”

“Lying doesn’t become you sweet cheeks,” Henry parrots in a nasally voice that Alex refuses to call an imitation of him.

“He looks like a privileged prick,” Alex finally admits, feels his heart swell at the casual way Henry clamps a hand against his thigh, squeezing lightly.

“I reckon you thought the same of me not too long ago,” Henry prods.

“Oh I definitely still do babe,” Alex snorts, winces slightly when Henry moves to pinch his side instead. “Ouch.”

“You’re rude.”

“I love you,” Alex soothes, picks up Henry’s hand and kisses the tops of his fingers dotingly. “’s Why I was so annoyed by his flirting with you so blatantly.”

Henry stiffens slightly before relaxing, flickers his gaze to Alex’s profile meaningfully. “He was not flirting.”

Alex scoffs.

“He was literally undressing you with his eyes the entire night!”

“We’re old friends,” Henry says weakly, pillar going pale. And Alex suddenly remembers what Henry had told him over a year ago now. That his first time was with one of Philip’s old school friends when he was only seventeen. That they were both firmly in the closet and understood how to keep things quiet. That Henry appreciates it for what it was but was still so confused and terrified  and lonely in the aftermath. 

And oh, it makes sudden sense now.

He wonders what different sorts of expressions must be playing across his face at this moment because Henry’s just goes sad, presses closer to him. 

“I think you’re my first love,” he says, and Alex can read the words that go unspoken that hug around the non sequitur. 

“Me too,” he assures him.

Henry nods, soft and slow, before he presses a kiss to the hinge of Alex’s jaw, the corner of his mouth, lands on the hollow of his cheek. “From the first moment Alex Claremont Diaz,” he says in the same voice he had right before their first kiss. “I knew you were it, no matter how hopeless it seemed or how much you evidently hated me. I new you were it.”

It’s Alex’s turn to flush, tries tempting down his smile.

“Shut the fuck up you dork.”

“You’re so witty and quick and too smart for your own good,” Henry just continues on, adjusts himself so that he’s got a better look at him.

“So help me.”

 “You are so beautiful and bright, like a supernova, you know that?”

“Henry I swear to God I will kick your princely ass out and make you walk.”

Henry shakes his head with a tsk, tsk. “Such pretty lips and such a dirty mouth.” 

“Now you’re sounding like a porno,” Alex laughs.

“Shall I move onto complimenting your ass or would that be too explicit for your mild sensibilities?” Henry asks, mock owlish.

“I literally despise you,” Alex groans before pulling over on the side of the road and kissing him senseless.

He’s not sure how much time passes but is forced to move off him when Amy and Shaan begin beeping their horns in a crass cacophony of sound.

“Promise to help you with the tent downstairs once we get to bed,” Henry guffaws, and in turn Alex just repeats the fact that he utterly hates him with as much feeling as he could muster, goofy grin splitting his face in half all the while.

.-

Two weeks later they see the prick at one of Beatrice’s charity luncheons, and Henry doesn’t take his hand out of Alex’s back pocket the entire afternoon.

It’s fucking fantastic. 

[lilith-tokoyami]

Tokoyami x Soulmate Reader

(Female Reader) 

[Name] lives in a world full of wonders. 80% of the population has some sort of uncanny ability known as Quirks and while the other 20% are born powerless. 

Quirks can range from so many different things. From changing ones appearance to giving them an ability made for fighting or just for everyday tasks. The possibility for quirks is endless and in this world evil dares to try to overcome the good with their wicked quirks. So in this magical world there are those who aim to protect and save the innocents. They could pursue this for multiple reasons. Money, fame, popularity, justice. But whatever the reason these fearless saviors are called Hero's. They protect the good and capture the evil. 

However quirks aren’t the only magical thing that the people of today have grown accustomed to. 

Soulmates.

While only 80% of the population has quirks everyone has a soulmate. Even if they meet them in their lifetime or not. 

In this world whatever eye color your soulmate has is the color you can’t see until the day you meet. If they have two different eye colors or their eye color changes over time so does the color their soulmate can see. Once you meet your soulmate if you ever do then your eyes glow with the color of your soulmates eyes for a short period of time after your first encounter. Once the glowing fades away you will find that you can now see the color that has been missing your entire life.

And that's where this story begins. A young girl who wants nothing more but to become a Hero. 

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Today is the day. I can finally apply for UA and all I have to do is pass the entrance exam. Which should be a breeze considering my quirk is kind of over powered. 

(If you don’t care for this quirk or want your own then just change it in the story! I just really love the idea for this quirk so I added it in. Feel free to skip it if you don’t wish to use it)

*Present Mic like voice explains quirk*

[Full Name]

Her Quirk 100% Water

It is what it sounds like! Her body is made completely out of water. With her quirk she can harden the water and bring it closer together in order to form her body while on the other hand she can melt it and pull it apart to give her a form of a puddle. She can also decide what body parts should be in water form and what parts shouldn’t. Whenever a part of her body is in water form she can still control that part of her. For example if she is in complete water form then she can manipulate her body by propelling herself in order to move around. Finally if she is in her water form or a certain part of her body is in its water form it is partially impossible to hurt her. However the draw backs can include dehydration, broken bones from to much transformation, and if she doesn’t keep her body together in her water form she may loose some of her limps until she finds a water source to replace it.

Well I guess I should get going. If I am late they might not let me even take the test. 

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I finally arrived and on time which is kind of rare for me. I am always prepared but something always happens to make me late. But not this time. I guess lady luck is on my side today. 

As I walk in I notice a few different students around me. I noticed this really odd blonde guy who just seemed to hate everything. He was yelling like crazy and wouldn’t stop calling a few of the other students extras.

To be honest I am already tired of him and I only glanced at him. Gods some people really don’t know how to play nice.

Anyways I tore my focus away from the annoying blonde and continued inside the building. This is a new start for me. I can already feel my fate changing.

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Oh my gods. 

Present Mic....Is... Um... interesting. 

Are all of the teachers this strange.. 

However I do feel kind of bad. For a guy who has a radio station he really can’t get the students to be excited. Maybe everyone is nervous but even if that where the case it’s still a little sad how not one person is cheering for him.

I am almost tempted to give him a pity cheer. 

Anyways he mentioned how there are three robots when four robots were on the screen. As it seems someone else took account of this and talked about how disgraceful it is for a mistake like this to happen to the supposal elite school known as UA. 

Present Mic explained to us how there will be one zero pointer which will be used as an obstacle. Hmm so all while fighting off these other robots to gain points to pass we must also avoid one that seems to be more powerful then the rest. This is going to be very interesting. 

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Okay at this point I have 58 combat points and have managed to protect a few of the other students from falling debris. I know it may be a waste of time but I don’t think I would fell the best with myself knowing they may get seriously hurt.

I honestly have no clue how many points are needed to pass but I really hope I am at least close to the passing mark. 

I was about to destroy another three pointer when out of no where the ground started to shake. Debris started to cover my vision as I could only see students running in the opposite direction of whatever is causing the ground to shake. 

When debris finally started to clear I was able to make out a giant zero pointer. 

However when I looked closer I noticed a small green haired boy. He ran in the direction of the robot. That’s when I noticed a brown haired girl trapped under some rubble.

I see now. The boy wants to protect her. So. I guess I will have to help. 

I started to run in the same direction but with the help of my quirk I was able to reach the girl and remove the rubble off of her. 

As I was helping her up a big gush of wind flew by and knocked back the giant robot. 

That’s when I noticed the boy from earlier falling from extreme heights seemingly with a broken bone or two. 

He’s gonna fall. He won’t make it!

The girl next to me was obviously scared for the fate of the green haired boy. But right before he hit the ground I put a layer of water underneath him as the girl smacked him while activating her quirk. He started to float for a second before the girl said ‘Release’ and fell into my small layer of water which was farther protecting him from the harsh landing. 

With that the exam was over and I went home. 

However on my way out I noticed this guy who had a raven head. I have no clue why but I was pulled closer to him. I wanted to talk to him but I just wasn’t able to seeing he was lost into the crowd. 

I didn’t even get to see his face. 

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As I walked home a small group of teenage girls stopped me to complement my outfit. They said the shade of red when great with my skintone. I honestly didn’t know that. So I would have to take their word on it.

Ever since I was born I have never been able to see the color red. I later learned my lack of sight for the color meant my soulmate had red eyes. I honestly find it really cool. 

I normally try not to wear anything red since I can’t see it but since this outfit was a gift I at least wanted to wear it once. 

Maybe if I find my soulmate and am finally able to see the color I will wear red more often. 

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Some time has pasted since the exam. Turns out I got in. I even managed to get into the main class 1-A. 

So much has happened my time here has been amazing. We got threatened by our weird teacher. This group of villains attacked us. Aizawa nearly was killed. Yet after all my class and I have been through I haven’t really been socializing. 

Dispite my love for Hero’s and wanted to become one I am not good with human to human confrontation.

I once was talking to my little sisters and they asked what I was learning in school so I panicked and said the holocaust. (True Story) 

So I keep to myself with my head down most of the time. However even with my head down I have noticed the raven boy from the exam. I knew nothing besides that his name was Fumikage Tokoyami. 

Even without talking to him or looking him in the eyes I could still feel that weird pull towards him. I still have no clue what it is but something deep down is telling me I will find out soon.

Anyways as it seems we are in the middle of the UA Sports Festival. The final and third round of the festival. 

I am currently waiting for my first match to start. I am up against some girl from class 1-B.

After a little waiting I finally heard the announcement for my match to start. 

The girl and me walked into the platform and almost as quickly as it started it was over with the over girl knocked out of bound. 

I was declared the winner as I waited for my next fight. 

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As I saw my name appear to fight next so did the raven boy who I have had a odd fascination with. 

Maybe I’ll be able to figure out why I want to be around him so much. 

I couldn't clear my thoughts as I walked unto the platform once again.

I slowly brought my eyes up to look at my opponent but was let in complete shock by what happened next. 

My eyes glowed a red color while his glowed a [Eye color] shade. 

When the glow disappeared I could see his red eyes. They were amazing. I had never seen such gorgeous eyes. 

The crowd had taken notice of the exchange completely silent. 

I was going to speak when out of nowhere Tokoyami’s quirk came out of hiding and came up to me while Tokoyami remained frozen. 

Mate... 

That was all the little shadow said as he hugged me and nuzzled his shadowy beak into my neck. 

I smiled at the feeling.

I looked up to see Tokoyami once more as he himself started to approach me.

He gently grabbed my hands and started to smile. 

So my dark queen. You have sat right next to me in class all this time and I have yet to gaze into your beautiful eyes. If you wouldn’t mind to become the one I call mine then please meet me after school. I would like to take you to a place I hold close to my heart. 

I smiled at him. 

I turned us around so he was now standing in my place and I....

I pushed him out of bound.

Of course Toko. I would love to be known as yours but as much as I wanted to hold you in my arms I wanted to win even more, my love.

Yeah sooo. Even with my cheap move Tokoyami I still got Third. 

All I will say for now is ice beats water...... 

[weiqiankun-blog]

beauty you hold.

female reader x mark lee 

pretty frickin soft 

my first piece of writing so i do hope you enjoy reading it 

3k ish

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You'll admit, working at a coffee shop had it's quirks but there were just sometimes when all you wanted to do was go home and just sleep cause after all you were an exhausted college student and lets just say times were...tough sometimes. You've been working at your local coffee shop for awhile now and youve made friends with the other workers keeping in mind that theyre all quite older than you but atleast you have one close friend who works with you, this of course being one of your bestfriend's yuta. When you first met yuta, you kinda thought he was a pushover and a bit too bossy (or atleats thats what you said to him when you were explaining why you didnt approach him when you guys first met but actually it was only cause you were too scared). But ANYWAY, you were first to start working at the coffee shop, its name being 'Euphoria Cafe' and once you saw the help wanted sign through the window you were probably the first to apply cause you loved that place. Need a place to study? Euphoria, Need a place to relax? Euphoria, Need a place to sometimes see a few cute boys from time to time?... Euphoria (hotel?trivago (sorry i just had to)) so yeah. you got the job obviously and it was difficult at first to get used to how to use all the machines and everything but eventually you got the hang of it. And this is when your (not yet) best friend yuta comes waltzing in as the newly hired worker and you were kinda nervous cause yeah sure you're good with making friends but that doesn’t change that fact that you're terrified of embarrassing yourself especially in front of someone you found intimating.

So your first day together was awkward to say the least, there were many glances on both ends and all you guys said to each other were hi's, sorry's, here ya go's, and bye's when you guys left eventually. The next day it was like something snapped inside of you and you were having a really good day and you were just happy for ledgit no reason but when you're in moods like this, you kind of forget how to act around people or not forget but it's just a lot more free? So when you come into work you see yuta just getting in as well, and out of nowhere you just shouted, " hey yuta!!! how's your day been, excited for work?!" and the shock on his face was priceless and he just turned around and said, "oh, hey y/n, its been good and yeah i guess you could say i am", and to be honest you were kinda surprised he knew your name cause you guys literally never talked before yesterday and today was the first actual conversation you guys were having so naturally you asked, " oh woah, you know my name?", " well yeah, you know my name so...", "good point good point". And that was the start of a beautiful friendship, you guys grew really close and pretty fast and what surprised you the most was how jokingly flirtatious he got and it was definitely a joke cause at this point in your friendship you guys have seen TOO MUCH (dont be weird not like that) of each other to catch any feelings. You guys came to work together almost every day with him basically clinging onto you cause he needs affection and you obviously giving him it cause um who could resist. So yeah life was nice other than the crazy amount of work you had to do for college but OTHER THAN THAT just great :(.

Well anyway (yes this is a mark fluff just waittt) after  few months of working there another employee joined and you recognized him almost instantly, he was in almost all of your classes but you guys barely talked, actually you guys only talked when you were forced to (partnered up and stuff). He wasnt in your shift but you always saw him leaving when you and yuta coming in. Eventually, mid-term break came along and yeah you were excited as hell but yuta was leaving to back to his hometown in japan so you would be pretty lonely. But then... you come into work one day not really being aware of your surroundings because you were too absorbed in your music but then when you walk in you see mark behind the counter not looking ready to leave at all so you said, "oh hi mark" (get the reference?) clear confusion coming out with your words and mark acknowledged it so he replied, " hey y/n, oh i asked if i could change my shift time because this works better for me so youll be seeing me for a while haha", " oh okay then i look forward to working with you", you say while nodding your head slightly. so mark right, you always liked him, not like crush sense but you thought he was cool you guess, and theres no denying that he was pretty cute but you never even had the idea of liking him until one day. So you come into work and suprisingly mark's not there he was usually early but you just thought oh he probably had something to do and didnt really care (#sorrynotsorry) but then in comes an extremely disheveled looking mark with messy hair and ripped jeans and a hoodie on and you were concerned to say the least. Thankfully no customers were in the shop yet and mark just runs to the counter panting and you genuinely think someone's been chasing him but he later explains he woke up like 2 minutes before he came to the coffee shop cause his phone ran out of battery hence alarm=nonexistent basically. That day you had a lot of customers and since you guys had to stay the entire day by the end of the day you were exhausted. When it was about an hour to closing mark just went on his break and it was just you in the shop because he just went for a walk which he regularly does for his break, something you noticed. but there werent many customers so you were okay but when you turned around to the register you saw a pink post-it saying: stay back today for a bit?. you already know mark wanted to just relax after work today and you guys had stayed back after work sometimes and you enjoyed it so you smiled and continued with the order for the customer. eventually he came back and you smiled and nodded and he smiled back and that just made you smile harder. so the day was finally over and you went to sit infront of the counter and took off your apron while mark was busy making something that you figured was his but when he was done you realized he had two drinks in his hand one being your favourite, a hot chocolate and one a berry smoothie. He placed the hot chocolate infront of you and you were like huh? and he said, “you drink this practically whenever you have the chance anyone would know it's your favourite". your heart kinda fluttered but you were like gurl dont be dumb staph but that didnt really stop much. you guys moved to the sofa after grabbing a few snacks (this was the main perk of getting the end shift cause you could stay back). You guys were facing each other and the windows were all still open blowing chilling air in and although you loved it you were cold and being the dumb one you are you forgot to bring a jacket so you shivered but you were fine after you closed the windows or so you thought for like two seconds and then you were like yeah no i be cold. "so care to explain why you came in looking like a wreck today" "so are you implying that i look good every other day" " well im not denying it.." you were always quite flirty with everyone unintentionally (sometimes intentionally) but mark kinda got used to it " i just slept really late yesterday and today wasnt the best" "i can tell but hey whats up?" "eh just stuff" "oh also ive been meaning to ask how long are you going to be working this shift?" "oh you want me to stay i see" "please, if anything the opposite" "mhmmm sure" he says with a smug look on his face, "well until your boyfriend comes back" you spat out your drink," my boyfriend?!" confusion was plastered on marks face and he said" yeah the guy you were working with before i came, yuta i think his name was?" you genuinely couldnt stop laughing until you eventually explained that he was just a bestfriend and you noticed a look of relief on his face? but pushed it aside. suddenly mark just got up and went to the back where you heard rummaging. after a few minutes mark came back with a t-shirt on and his hoodie in his hand. He threw over to you "stop shivering and wear this" he says he sat next to you this time causing you heart to basically jump out of your chest he wasnt that close or anything just him being kind. you mumbled a thanks. after a few moments of silence mark asked " so do you have a boyfriend?" "no you?" "nah. hey wanna lock up and just walk" you were actually glad he asked cause you were kinda tired of being in the cafe for this long and you thankfully nodded ---- you guys walked to a nearby park just talking about literally anything that came to your mind at this point you guys were pretty close and both of you guys knew things about each other that a lot of people dont, irrelevant and meaningful, like he knows that you only like the ends of those soda gummies cause apparently then have the most taste, but he argues that it all tastes the same, that doesnt stop him from eating the other end when you dont want it though, and you know that whenever hes stressed the only thing he wants to do is talk to someone he trusts and you were the same that way. as you were walking you werent really focusing on anything cause your heart was kinda all over the place cause youve officially developed a big fat crush on this idiot and you knew he didnt feel the same but then you being so absent minded caused you to trip and almost instantly mark grabbed your hand to stop you from falling over and you just started laughing while mark asked you if you were okay. you guys continued to walk in silence with the howling wind filling the air, although you guys were nothing you couldnt ask for more in this moment. you were reaching for your phone when you realized mark was still holding your hand you just stopped walking and froze staring at your hands clasped together (they werent intertwined but just holding ya get?) and obviously every force has an equal and opposite Reaction (its SciEnTifiC oKaY) so since you stopped walking and you were connected to mark he kinda was pulled back and this is when you noticed how red his face was and that surprised you but at the same time youre sure you were too (but like im brown so you wouldnt even be able to tell ay ay) "you only noticed i was holding your hand this entire time now?" "uh.. well.. ummm-" "sorry do you want me t-" he said as he started letting go "no no its fine i was just surprised thats all" and you guys continue walking except now your fingers are intertwined and your heart beating double time. you truly liked mark for his personality, for the way he made you laugh, the way he made you feel, the way he treated you, you really liked him. you guys found a a green patch that was pretty empty and decided to sit. mark was pretty sleepy so he asked if he could put his head on your lap and you said sure. it was pretty late at night but you werent scared if anything you felt safe and happy. mark did that to you and as you looked down at his face you truly realized how beautiful he was. his skin was so smooth and the fluorescent lights along the park were reflecting on his round glasses that shaped his face perfectly. you then hesitated before taking his glasses off cause you noticed he takes them off whenever hes tired so you just wanted him to feel comfortable. he opened his eyes at that and looked straight into your eyes, his eyes truly glimmered in the light as if they were shining stars of their own but what you didnt know is that those same eyes have been staring at you all night admiring your beauty and presence. you give him a slight smile and he does the same before shutting his eyes once again. you kinda wished he didnt because you wanted to stare into his eyes for more but atleast he was getting rest. this is when you decided to play some music. it was calm and relaxing and always helped when you were feeling stressed and you could tell mark was for whatever reason cause he refuses to tell you and since music was such a huge part of your life you hoped it would help him too. you started singing along lowly and not to brag or anything but your voice wasnt half bad, after all you were a music major and one of the instruments you play was your throat so you sounded pretty nice and mark seemed to agree with this cause he then reached for your phone and paused the music to say, " i like your voice better" and you being way too scared to sing infront of him refused but eventually he convinced you by saying he would sing as well which he did and you guys sounded nice.

after staying for a bit longer you decided it was time to go home so you told mark to get up and he obliged. he held his hand out for you and even after helping you up he continued to hold it. he insisted on dropping you off to your dorm which hes visited before to watch a movie or two but thats all. on your way back you asked him, "mark are you sure you dont want to talk about whats stressing you out?" "no its okay really, thanks for caring" he replied "anytime and if you change your mind just call me okay?" he nodded you guys reached your house by now and mark with such sincerity in his voice said" thanks for today, really" "we do this almost every week what are you talking about" " i know but just thank you for being you" he says while staring admirably at your face "look mark, well first you know im always here even if we arent working the same shift anymore im glad we became as close as we are now cause i truly cant imagine my life without you and yeah i know its really cheesy but its true but most importantly you need to stop beating yourself up whenever you mess up. youre human and we tend to make mistakes sometimes and thats fine because i know you mark and i know at the end of the day you’re going to be an amazing dancer and youll be great at whatever you want to do so i dont know whats bothering you but whatever it is i know you can overcome it so just keep your head up high and be strong but dont be afraid to talk to people about it. and mark, im just saying all this cause i care abo-" interrupting what you were saying mark comes closer and kisses you. His lips were warm contradicting the the cold weather and one of his hands was around your waist ever so gently pulling you closer to him while the other was on your neck gently caressing it. his lips were so gentle yet so passionate as if you could feel all of his emotions, your eyes were closed and your hands were around his neck and then your fingers ran through his hair. you dont even know how long the kiss went on but you had to pull away cause you were out of breath. Your foreheads were against each other and noses almost touching his eyes were closed and he mumbled under his breath " thank you, thank you so much. thank you for being the person you are and for making me feel the way i feel. every time i see you im so mesmerized by the amount of beauty you can hold. everything you do makes my heart beat faster and im just so glad that youre in my life and im really sorry if you dont feel the same ill act like this never happened if you want me to but i really like you and i have for a long while and i just want to compliment you everytime i see you and hold your hand and kiss you to show you how much i appreciate you and god y/n you make me feel things i dont think ive ever felt befo-" "mark..." you say moving your head to look a him, he hesitantly opens his eyes expecting a rejection "i like you too" you say before giving him a deep but quick kiss and after that he lift you up and hugs you and start cheering almost about how happy he is. And that was the start of your relationship with mark lee <3

3:00 AM 1/24/2019 (this is when I wrote this can you frickin believe wow welp.. that was it)

[gryffinpuffthunderbird]

The Entire Weasley family

Oh boy here we go!So with good sense, I assume you mean Molly, Arthur, and their direct kids. Not those adopted/married to their kids, or their grandchildren. Cause that’s a list that’s borderline impossible to manage XD

Molly Weasley

who? | only know their name | loathe | ugh | overrated | indifferent | dead | alive | just okay | cute | badass | my baby | hot | want to marry | favorite

Molly is amazing. Like everyone she has her ‘perhaps too much’ moments, but overall, she’s just amazing. She raised seven kids, all of whom ended up brave people and wanted to change the world in so many different ways. She fed the entire Order of the Phoenix, as well as calling them on it whenever they seemed to forget just how YOUNG Harry was. And she always gave him the motherly affection she could tell he was starved for. And on top of that, she is literally a terrifying warrior who took down at least one of the most powerful Death Eaters in history.

Arthur Weasley

who? | only know their name | loathe | ugh | overrated | indifferent | dead | alive | just okay | cute | badass | my baby | hot | want to marry | favorite

I adore Arthur. He looks at the world with so much wonder, even at his age. He sees what muggles manage to do without magic and is completely taken with them. He is a good father, not just to his kids, but like his wife he is also a good father figure to their friends. Pretty sure his obsession with learning about/tinkering with muggle objects is a trait that the twins got strongly, theirs is just more focused on pranks than muggle things.Not gonna lie, I sometimes entertain myself with my anxiety or boredom gets up by imagining how I’d explain something to Arthur.

Bill Weasley

who? | only know their name | loathe | ugh | overrated | indifferent | dead | alive | just okay | cute | badass | my baby | hot | want to marry | favorite

Uh, basically the magical equivalent of Indiana Jones? Like, on of my childhood dream jobs, basically. Very few jobs are as badass. A great older brother, totally cool, and apparently immune to veela charm. Also badass enough to survive an attack from the most vicious werewolf/one of the worst Death Eaters in history. The dude is awesome.(And as discovered in Hogwarts Mystery, apparently used to be a bit more nerdy and totally useless at romance. Adorable.)

Charlie Weasley

who? | only know their name | loathe | ugh | overrated | indifferent | dead | alive | just okay | cute | badass | my baby | hot | want to marry | favorite

What’s more awesome than redheads or dragons? Redheads who work with dragons. He is absolutely dragon-crazy. Totally hyperfocused on his dream his entire life, and immediately went off to work at the sanctuary in Romania after graduating. He’s also sassy, loves his family dearly, and always tries to see the best in people. Not to mention he later should absolutely win Coolest Uncle Award. I love this nerd. ❤️(A number of times, his dragon obsession, ability to hyperfocus, and sass have reminded me of my real-life fiance. Who while not full ginger, does have a ginger beard, so he’s got some of the Weasley going on at least. 😉)

Percy Weasley

who? | only know their name | loathe | ugh | overrated | indifferent | dead | alive | just okay | cute | badass | my baby | hot | want to marry | favorite

I could consider him cute in a nerdy sorta way, though he’s probably the one Weasley kid I just don’t see that way at all. He’s a little too Lawful Neutral for my personal taste.That said, I don’t dislike Percy like many do. He really truly believed in the rules being the right thing, and was very dedicated to standing by that. Eventually, despite his deeply rooted belief in upholding the law, even he couldn’t watch what his government was doing in the end and he rejoined his family in the fight. He was brave enough to face the family he had turned on for a time, and admit to them that he was wrong. That’s not actually all that common, and I seriously have to respect him for that.

George Weasley

who? | only know their name | loathe | ugh | overrated | indifferent | dead | alive | just okay | cute | badass | my baby | hot | want to marry | favorite

*sigh* Its no secret to my friends that I have had a love for the twins for many many years. I love a good sense of humor. And they’re quite cute. And sort of have a bad-boy thing going without actually being bad people. George always struck me as the slightly more quiet of the two. Slightly.I love their ambition, their ability to keep trying to make light of any situation, even in the darkest times. They both truly played a huge part in keeping up the morale of whoever they could during the second war. Its a trait I not only admire strongly, but really truly wish to emulate. 

Fred Weasley

who? | only know their name | loathe | ugh | overrated | indifferent | dead | alive | just okay | cute | badass | my baby | hot | want to marry | favorite

Give me a minute...still crying...One character death in any fandom I will never get over. Same delightful quirks as his twin, many written above, and with an added level of ballsiness. I was crushing on the twins for a loong time, but especially Fred. 😭Like I said. Not over it. Never will be.

Ron Weasley

who? | only know their name | loathe | ugh | overrated | indifferent | dead | alive | just okay | cute | badass | my baby | hot | want to marry | favorite

Ron was my first crush in the franchise. I can identify with wanting to make something of yourself, feeling like you’re constantly in someone else’s shadow. But not letting it get in the way of your loyalty to your friends when push comes to shove.He helped break curses at age eleven? Twelve? Becomes Prefect, and Keeper for Gryffindor. Rode a dragon at seventeen. Marries a future Minister of Magic. Becomes an Auror. Helps run Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes. Despite all his insecurity, he stays loyal to the end, AND lives up to each of his older siblings. That’s pretty baller. I’ll always have a fondness for Ron.

Ginny Weasley

who? | only know their name | loathe | ugh | overrated | indifferent | dead | alive | just okay | cute | badass | my baby | hot | want to marry | favorite

Weasley women be rightly terrifying. Like each of her parents and siblings, she is fierce, ambitious, caring, loyal, and steadfast. Survives being controlled and nearly killed by one of Voldemort’s horcruxes. And still stands strong. Even when having to relive the experience when dementors came to Hogwarts. Befriended Luna Lovegood, who was treated like a bit of a pariah by others for her different way of viewing things. Totally badass at quidditch, enough to eventually play professionally. Helped lead students in the second Dumbledore’s Army at sixteen, during the school year. And later on in life, jinxed Rita Skeeter like we’d all love to.Yeah, she marries Harry, but you know what, she was plenty amazing completely on her own, and by her own decisions.

I love the Weasleys so much you have NO idea.

[solangelover]

Just a Bit of Coffee

A/N: I’ve been working on this one for a while. Based on this coffee shop AU prompt. I really like this universe I built up, so I think I’m gonna make it a multi-chapter fic! It’ll be my first AU one (with very slow updates) but I’m excited for it :) Anyways, enjoy this first installment!

Read on AO3 or FF.Net or Wattpad

Coffee is a staple for college students. It’s almost a crime to dislike coffee and doing homework in coffee shops. It’s insulting to some people because that means you don’t need the caffeine in coffee to survive college. To others, coffee is an experience, a heavenly one at that. Cecil fell into the latter category. Will, though he was a struggling med student (as all med students were), didn’t like coffee. He was more of a tea person, or you know, a person who got enough sleep to be functional (usually). Unfortunately for him, Cecil was his best friend, meaning Cecil was quite offended that Will disliked coffee and tried to shove it down his throat whenever possible.

“Will, smell this.” Cecil rarely made normal requests to Will, but he was used to it by now. He was leaning across their kitchen counter with his mug outstretched.

Will leaned over and smelled the coffee Cecil had brewed with his new roast. It smelled amazing. “Smells great! What is it?”

Cecil grinned widely. “It’s this chocolate macadamia nut coffee from Hawaii! It is SO GOOD. The smell alone is mouth-watering. Wanna try?”

“Yeah, no thanks. You know I only like the smell. Coffee itself is so bitter, why do you like it? You don’t need any more energy.” Cecil was never lacking energy, but he was also never lacking coffee, so Will couldn’t actually tell what his normal, non-caffeinated self was.

“One day, Will, one day you will fall in love with coffee and you’ll have me to thank. I will gladly take all the credit for it.”

Will just rolled his eyes and went back to his homework. He was swamped, but at least he kind of enjoyed all the medical stuff, though that didn’t make it easy.

“So, whatcha working on?” Cecil asked as he eyed Will’s papers.

“Human anatomy and physiology. I have a lab midterm next week and we have to memorize way too much stuff. I also have a lab report to do for bio, or was it chem? Plus, memorizing med terms for that other class.” Will was reaching his limit. He couldn’t even list off his work to Cecil, his mind already thinking about his other assignments.

Suddenly, the textbook that Will was staring at wasn’t there anymore and Cecil’s face replaced it. He was currently lying on the table Will was working on, looking upside down at Will. “Will, you’re insane. Know what you need?”

“I swear if you say coffee—“

“COFFEE. Seriously, good coffee makes you more alert and focused and you can be more productive in a smaller amount of time. I’m telling you, it’s scientifically proven.” Cecil sat up on the table in front of Will.

“Proven by whom? They ran an experiment?” Will quirked an eyebrow at his energetic friend.

Cecil simply waved his hand aimlessly. “Eh, doesn’t matter, not the point. Okay, this new coffee shop opened up and Lou Ellen is working there. She told me the coffee is good, even for my refined tastes, so we gotta check it out. Let’s go later this afternoon!”

“Why does it have to be ‘we’? Why not just you?” Will tried to discretely pull his textbook back, but Cecil snatched it away at the last moment.

Will let out an exasperated reply as Cecil responded smugly. “Because YOU have lots of work to do and you know the home environment is harder to study in. Studying in coffee shops is the college thing!”

“Yeah, well so is drinking coffee and I don’t do that either. I could just go to the library.”

Cecil rolled his eyes. “Uh, yeah, but that’s boring. Plus, you’d be ditching your best friend and roommate, and that’s not very nice.” Cecil pouted, giving his best puppy dog eyes. To Will, it just looked like he was in pain.

After staring for a bit, Will leaned back and groaned loudly. Cecil knew he had won. “UGH FINE. But you better let me do work there and not just talk forever. And I’m NOT drinking coffee.”

“You say that now, but I’m telling you, you’ll convert one day. And anyways, they have chai lattes there and I’m pretty sure you liked that the last time I got it for you.” Cecil got up and pushed Will’s textbook back towards him. “How about you get that lab report done here and then around 7 we’ll go to the coffee shop? It’s in walking distance, right down the road.”

“Sure. I can do my studying and memorizing, and you can do whatever history majors do. I swear, you’re gonna fail your classes if you don’t do your homework.”

“Yes, MOM.” Cecil dragged his feet as he walked towards their shared bedroom. “I do homework, I just don’t have as much as Doctor Solace over there.”

Will rolled his eyes and went to work on his lab report. He’s glad to have Cecil though. Without him, Will might never leave his apartment except for class.

—

At a little after 7 PM, Cecil and Will were standing in front of Descendants’ Cafe. It was cute. Very aesthetic, very hipster, but it still had this authentic, oldie feel, like it’s been there forever.

“The story of this place alone is cool,” Cecil stated while gazing at the sign. “The ones who built this are actually only a bit older than us. Remember Annabeth Chase?”

Will’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Annabeth? Super smart, dating the captain of the swim team, that Annabeth?”

Cecil grinned. “Of course you’d remember her boyfriend.” Will rolled his eyes as Cecil continued. “That’s the one. So she and Percy are still together, probably going to get married soon. Anyway, they started this place together, along with Rachel Elizabeth Dare. She’s the art student with crazy red curls.” They seemed like an interesting trio to Will. “Each of them is the child of very successful parents. Rachel’s parents are rich business people. Percy’s mom is a famous author while his dad is a world-class surfer. Annabeth’s mother works high up in the government doing top secret stuff and her dad is a history professor at some ivy-league school. Needless to say, they had no need for money, let alone starting up their own business. But, they wanted something that was theirs, not their parents’. And so, this place was born.”

“That’s... incredible. Wow, they must be an awesome team! I wonder how their parents took that.” Will was in awe of their bravery. That’s a huge step Will didn’t think he could take, especially if his parents were against it.

“From what I’ve heard,” Cecil said, “there were many issues and fights at first. Percy’s parents were the first to support them, and they helped convince the others. But, yeah, they really had to fight for this place. And they didn’t accept any financial help from their parents. So, right out of college, they started their business.”

“Wow. Wish I was them.” Will and Cecil walked in to the coffee shop, the door chime signaling their entrance.

“Yeah,” Cecil scoffed. “As if they all weren’t great enough, they had to add to their awesomeness.”

Upon entering, Will was hit with the smell of coffee. It was a good smell to him, even though he knew he didn’t like the taste. The interior decorations were very aesthetic - hanging succulents, bare lightbulbs, dark brown wood paneled floor and countertops. The walls were covered in brightly colored abstract art, not too distracting, but definitely bringing character to the place. Will thought they must’ve been by Rachel, recalling some of her art exhibitions that he had seen. She was really talented, but was always one of those artists who didn’t fit the school mold and was never fully appreciated. Now she could show off all her work, on top of being a proud co-owner of the place.

Cecil grabbed them a table near the back corner, knowing Will did need to do some studying. The table had a tiny succulent, as if the ones hanging everywhere weren’t hipster enough.

“So, what do you feel like drinking? I can order for you, so you can start working. I know, I know,” Cecil began to say when Will looked at him suspiciously. “No coffee. I just wanted to get you out of the apartment. You’re becoming a recluse with the amount of time you spend studying there.”

Will rolled his eyes, he was sure one day they’d roll right out of his head with Cecil around. “You’re so over dramatic. It’s not an unhealthy amount of time, I’d know, I’m the one trying to become a doctor.” Will peered over at the menu, not really sure what anything was. He looked over at Cecil. “Get me something you think I’d like—THAT’S NOT COFFEE. I’m trusting you as my best friend.”

Cecil grinned widely. He loved picking out drinks for others. “Alrighty, prepare to be amazed!” Cecil wiggled his fingers at Will as he sauntered over to the counter. Lou Ellen was at the register and happily chatted with Cecil. Will began pulling out his books.

He was already into memorization mode when Cecil came back and sat down. “Damn, you really waste no time. I don’t even get a little bit of conversation?” Cecil rested his head on his hand and gazed at Will’s books uninterestedly.

Will sighed. “Sure, sorry. So, how was your day?”

“Will, what are we, strangers? Don’t ask me such basic questions. Does our friendship mean nothing to you?” Cecil never lacked drama in everything he did and said. Sometimes, Will wondered why he didn’t major in acting instead.

“Okay, then what do you want to talk about?”

“Eh, I dunno.” Cecil shrugged like he didn’t just make a big deal out of having a conversation.

Will groaned and went back to reading his textbook. “I swear, you make no sense to me. You hurt my brain more than these medical terms do.”

“But you love me anyway.” Cecil grinned, and Will tried his best to suppress a smile. “I’m going to go to the bathroom, can you get the drinks when they’re called? It’ll be my name.”

“Sure thing. What did you get me?” Will asked as Cecil got up.

Cecil winked, “A basic chai latte with two pumps of vanilla and soy milk. I wanted to play it safe this time around. Next time, we’ll be more adventurous.” He turned and walked swiftly away, not giving Will any chance to protest a ‘next time’.

Will looked around the place, admiring the little details. It was definitely hipster at a glance, but a closer look told Will that someone with a good artistic and architectural sense designed the interior. The center column holding up each table looked like a Greek pillar, complete with carvings depicting a scene on the bottom. In fact, the whole place had subtle Greek undertones. There were Greek letters up on the top wall trimming near the ceiling. Even the abstract art on the walls had vague images of temples, thrones, and nature. He couldn’t believe that this place was founded by people only a couple of years older than him. The courage and confidence required to pull off what they did was above Will.

“Cecil!” The barista behind the counter called.

Will got up and took stock of everything on his table – he could never be too paranoid about leaving his stuff unattended. When he turned to the counter and saw two drinks, he also made eye contact with the barista. Will was a pretty social guy, no matter how awkward he felt. Eye contact with a stranger wouldn’t have been a big deal, except that he felt his eyes widen slightly when his brain suddenly shouted CUTE GUY ALERT. He nearly stopped in his tracks, having to force his feet to keep walking as he looked away from the cute barista and back at the two drinks. His brain couldn’t process any emotions, it was too focused on making sure Will kept breathing.

When he finally reached the counter, Will naturally looked up and smiled at the barista as he reached for his drinks. The guy seemed to be around his age, so there was a good chance he was a student at Will’s college.

“Thanks,” Will said, or tried to say. It came out as a whisper, like he suddenly lost his voice. Will cleared his throat and tried again, “Thanks!”

The barista gave a small smile back. Will reached out for the drinks at the same time the barista held out the drinks to him, causing Will’s hands and the drinks to collide sooner than Will had expected. They almost dropped the drinks, but the barista got a grip on them at the last second.

“Sorry!” they both squeaked at the same time. They locked eyes with each other once again, this time a noticeable red tinge on both boys’ cheeks.

The barista quickly looked away and thrust the cups into Will’s hands. “Sorry about that,” he said quietly.

Will blinked, slightly stunned by the boy’s dark brown eyes, and gathered his thoughts together. “Um, no problem. I mean, it’s fine, it was my fault. Not that anything spilled or anything. Uhh, yeah, um, thanks.” Will cleared his throat again, highly self-conscious about his social skills at the moment. He immediately spun around and headed straight back to his table, feeling the blood rush to his face.

Once seated, he breathed out as if he had been holding his breath the whole time. He resisted the urge to look back at the counter, worried that he’d make eye contact again, cause that poor boy to be more uncomfortable, and, if Will was being honest, hurt his chances of at least finding out his name.

Cecil suddenly appeared in front of him. “Will?” He waved his hand in front of Will’s face. “Did the latte taste that bad? Or did you melt your brain with all your medicalness?” He raised an eyebrow as he sat down and grabbed his drink from in front of Will.

Will belatedly noticed that his heart was beating too fast. Maybe he wasn’t breathing again. He physically shook his head as if to jumble his thoughts with the hope that they would fall back into place. “I, uh, I didn’t try the drink yet. I just got them.” Now he glanced over to the front counter. He couldn’t see Cute Barista Boy. He probably scared him to the back room. Or out of the coffee shop entirely.

“Oh, good. I want to see your reaction. Not that you haven’t had this order before, but I just want to have the validation of being your personal drink advisor.”

Cecil’s smug look brought Will back to reality. He rolled his eyes out of habit, replying, “Whatever makes you happy.” Will took a tentative sip, didn’t hate it, took another sip, then set his drink down and got back to work. “It’s good,” he muttered, knowing that Cecil wanted a response while also knowing that that statement would annoy him like crazy.

Will didn’t see it, but he could feel Cecil narrow his eyes in irritation at Will. “So unrefined. You’re lucky you have work to do and I respect you.” He leaned back in his chair and pulled out his phone.

Will didn’t respond. He was trying to focus on his studies while simultaneously regret everything he did in his one interaction with Cute Barista Boy. He was an incredible multitasker.

—

Cecil didn’t pester Will to go back to that coffee shop in the following days. Will almost wished that he would, but his pride would never let him admit that. It’s not like he wanted to go back because his drink tasted good anyway – he knew exactly why that place appealed to him.

Thus, the next Thursday at around 7 PM, Will suggested they go to Descendants’ Café.

“You what?” Cecil’s expression made it seem like Will had just suggested they quit school and join the circus.

“I said, I liked studying there and want to go back.” Will tried to say it as nonchalantly as possible, hoping Cecil would just jump for joy and head out the door.

Instead, Cecil narrowed his eyes suspiciously, presumably trying to figure out if his roommate had suddenly been replaced by an alien. “Solace, I have known you since forever, and not once have you ever, EVER, said that to me. EVER. Like, never ever.”

“Yeah well—”

“EVER.”

Will waited a beat, meeting Cecil’s stare with his own. “Are you done?”

He took Cecil’s silence as an answer. “Hey, it was just a suggestion. We don’t have to go, I have no need for coffee or tiny succulents. The apartment has more than enough space—”

“No no no no no,” Cecil wagged his finger in Will’s face, effectively stopping him. “You don’t get to bait me. Ya hear? We’re going to that café. I’m choosing a new drink for you and you can’t complain because this is your choice.” Cecil went back into suspicious mode. “But I’m watching you, Solace. Aaaaalways watching…” He slowly backed away into their room and shut their door.

Will let out a huff of air. He didn’t know if going back – on the same day and time – was a mistake or not. But he couldn’t get Cute Barista Boy out of his head, so the only logical thing to do was see him again, and maybe even talk to him so he didn’t think Will was just an awkward klutz. Yup, Will nodded to himself, this is indeed the only option.

—

Entering Descendants’ Café for his second time, Will didn’t really pay attention to all the art and architecture, though he pretended to. This time, Will glanced behind the counter to make sure a certain someone was there. This time, Will stayed in line with Cecil so he could ‘get to know some stuff on the menu so he wasn’t so incompetent.’

This time, he would find out Cute Barista Boy’s name.

When they reached the register, Lou Ellen was once again working it. “Hey, Cecil! Hey, Will!” she greeted with a bright smile.

“’Sup, LouE,” Cecil grinned as Lou Ellen reached over and whacked his arm. She hates being called Louie, but Cecil insists spelling it like LouE makes it a legitimate nickname.

Will laughed, “Hi, Lou Ellen. How’s your day been?”

“Pretty average,” she shrugged. “School sucks as usual. And since this place is a bit too new still, we don’t really have a huge crowd. Nice place though, right?”

“Yeah, I like it a lot. Perfect for a coffee shop near a university.” This was easy conversation for Will. Casual, not stressful. He was feeling pretty good.

“Will’s the one who wanted to come back. Can you believe it?” Cecil said incredulously, jabbing his thumb towards Will. “Anyways, I’m taking this opportunity to get him something really good. Maybe this is his first step towards enlightenment.” Cecil tapped his chin as if in deep thought. Will only rolled his eyes.

Will currently didn’t see Cute Barista Boy. He was really hoping that he worked today, otherwise he’d be putting up with Cecil’s coffee craziness for nothing.

Cecil suddenly snapped his fingers. “I got it! How about a caramel macchiato? That’s really sweet, pretty much masks the bitterness of the coffee.” He gave Will a side glance. “Trust me, you’ll like it.”

“Okay, whatever.” Will said a bit distractedly.

“You see this? This is the thanks I get.” Cecil and Lou Ellen’s words faded into the background. Cute Barista Boy came out from the back and Will couldn’t really bring himself to look away. He wanted to get comfortable with looking at him so that he could actually talk to him later. That was the plan, at least. Then Will realized that the boy was way too cute for Will to ever get used to him.

Cute Barista Boy was all dark compared to Will’s light, but in a way that intrigued Will to no end. He had dark hair to go with his deep, brown eyes. He had a black T-shirt and black skinny jeans on under his apron, which unfairly didn’t take away from his look. His skin was a bit pale, but had a light olive tone to it. His fingers were long and deft as he fiddled with the espresso machine. Will was probably about five inches taller than him, but his presence seemed stronger. Or maybe that was just in Will’s eyes.

“Hey, LEB, what’s the drink order? I can start it while you hold up the line.” Will was taken aback by the boy’s voice. It was firmer than he had imagined, though the only time he had actually heard it was in an awkward situation.

Lou Ellen groaned and spun around. “Don’t be dramatic, di Angelo. There’s no one else here, you’re just impatient. And don’t call me LEB!!”

“Or maybe I just enjoy my job that much, LEB” The dark boy smirked as he walked over to get the order. He didn’t look up at either Will or Cecil.

“You’re so annoying.”

“You could always quit.”

When Lou Ellen turned back around, she glared at Cecil, who was barely containing his laughter. “LEB! Hahaha… Because… Your last name…” He couldn’t even get a full sentence out, he was laughing so much.

“This is what you do to me, Nico,” she called over her shoulder.

“You’re welcome,” Nico replied.

“THANK YOU!” Cecil shouted.

Will finished paying and ushered Cecil to the same table they were at last week. Nico di Angelo. Will rolled that name around in his head, trying not to be immediately enthralled with how beautiful it sounded. He shook his head and decided to distract himself with homework. As he pulled out a few textbooks, his name was called.

Will took a deep breath and got up to get their drinks. This is what he’d been waiting for, he could do this. Just have a normal conversation with the guy. Be your normal, friendly self. Who knows, maybe he’s actually a jerk, Will thought to himself, though he didn’t think that would be the case. His friendly banter with Lou Ellen already made him like the boy. If Nico could befriend someone as headstrong and tough as Lou Ellen in the short amount of time they’d been working together, then he had to be something special.

Before he knew it, Will was at the counter. He put on a smile and pretended that he didn’t rehearse this conversation several times over the past week.

“Hi,” Will cleared his throat. “Um, thanks for the drinks.”

Nico nodded, “No prob. Kinda my job, so…”

Will gave a short laugh and continued. “Right. So, you’re friends with Lou Ellen?”

Nico smirked, “Yeah, LEB and I met working here, but I see her around on campus nowadays. You know her?”

“Yeah,” Will affirmed. “I met her through Cecil, the guy over there. Them two together are quite the pair.”

“Ha, I could see a bit of that from just earlier.” The conversation seemed like it was going to end, so Will quickly kept it up.

“So, you go to Olympus University?” Will tried not to sound too hopeful.

“Yeah, second year, but I just transferred in.”

“Cool! I’m also a second year! I’m guessing your major isn’t coffee-ology?” What are you even saying, William, he thought to himself.

Nico chuckled at the horrible joke. “Nah, wasn’t for me. I’m an art student. What about you?”

“I’m a med student. I want to be a doctor someday.”

Nico whistled low. “Medical. That’s hard. Surprised you have time to come here.” He glanced around the place. “Not that it’s too busy. I’m sure that’ll change though. I’ve known the owners for a long time, they’re not quite the type to give up.”

Will smiled at Nico’s faith in them. They must’ve been good friends. “I’m Will, by the way. Will Solace.”

“Nico di Angelo.”

“I know,” Will said. “I mean, um, sorry. About last week. If you remember, of course, you probably don’t because it was, like, a whole week ago. I just, um,” Will was internally cringing at every word coming out of his mouth. “I almost knocked over the drinks. Last week. So, yeah, sorry.” Will was sure his face was completely red by now. He had been doing so well to.

Will turned around to walk shamefully back to his seat when Nico’s voice stopped him. “Oh, I remember.”

Will looked back, “You do?”

“Of course,” Nico grinned. “How could I forget the cute blonde who almost made me drop his drinks?” With that, Nico left the counter and went back to making drinks.

Will stood there for probably a bit too long, stunned and speechless. He forced himself to move and robotically sat back in his seat.

“AHEM,” Cecil cleared his voice loudly, causing Will’s head to snap in his direction. He had a grade A smirk on his face with his eyebrows raised. “So, I now know why you wanted to come back. If your red face and dopey smile is anything to go by.”

Will hadn’t even realized he was smiling, but he didn’t really care all that much. He glanced over to the counter and found brown eyes already looking back at him.

He didn’t know what to make of all this. It had never happened to him before. But Will knew one thing. Coffee was definitely starting to grow on him.

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[zendozebra]

All the Time in the World Chapter 10

The only thing that existed was pain. All encompassing, muscle-spasming, bone-rattling pain.

How drunk was he? No, this wasn’t a hangover headache. He’s had enough of those to be able to know the difference, and this was certainly much worse than a hangover. Oh god, please tell him he wasn’t addicted to meth again, that was a nightmare to get off of. He didn’t even have Arai around anymore to keep him clean while he recovered. But, still, what the hell happened? Majima hadn’t felt this shitty in a decade. Was he on a bed? Sure isn’t his bed, he never slept on anything this soft. He prefered more firm mattresses, but this felt like he was sleeping on a big fluffy cloud. Whose bed was this?

“Kokiri, get up before you’re late for work.” Who the hell said that? No one calls him by his first name, not anymore. He opened his eyes and-

Oh.

Oh god.

“A-Aimi?” There she was. Short and petite, just like he’d remembered, long black hair. She had eyes as green as the deepest forest, and she was… Not… Dead. How was she here? She died, hundreds of years ago. Didn’t she? What’s goi-

A pillow hit his face, hard, knocking him completely off of the bed. Her usual green lightning faded away as she smirked at him. “Finally getting off your ass, huh? Come on, let’s get some breakfast in us before it’s too late.” She walked out of the room, acting like she hadn’t just woken up from a 200 year dirt nap.

“What the fuck…?” Yeah, that summarized this scenario pretty well. He stood up and took a quick peek outside. He was in Osaka, that much he could tell in an instant. He’d never forget that skyline. There were billboards and ads for products he hasn’t seen in centuries, there wasn’t a single visible mutation type quirk in sight, and everything looked so… Old. He made his way out of the room and down the steps, holding his head the whole way.

It was a dream. All of it, he’d imagined it all. Midoriya. Ibara. Iida, Shoji, Kendo, even Bakugo. Had he really dreamed all of it? All of them? The whole of hero society? None of it had ever… Even existed.

…

What was that? Was that a… That was a voice, wasn’t it? He looked around the small living room, trying to find where that voice had come from, but the television was off. The only sounds were someone moving in the kitchen. He walked into the kitchen, looking around for Aimi. She couldn't have been real, could she?

“Hey, what’s with that frown? You’re over there looking like Mister Grumpy.” He looked to his left and- Yeah, she was still there. Alive and well. Was she wearing one of his shirts? “Come on, lighten up a bit. I made you eggs, hurry and eat them before she wakes up.” He sat down, looking at the plate of eggs in front of him. She? Who was Aimi talking about? When was this supposed to be? His head hurt like crazy, like someone was slowly pushing a nail right into his temples. He couldn’t focus on anything. He wasn’t hungry, not in the slightest. She was saying something, looking at him weird. He tried to force everything back into focus.

“I’m sorry, could you say that again?” Kokiri asked her, making her frown.

“I was asking if you were feeling alright, but I think that just answered my question. I guess you’re not going in to work today?” Work. Work, work, where did he work? He was a… Teacher, wasn’t he? Yeah, he taught at the high school a few streets over. How had he forgotten that? He was there every day, even on the weekends. That’s when he had those special classes for his quirked students. They were too afraid to come to class during the week, so he made sure that he’d be at his office during the weekends, so that they could still get an education. He was the only quirked teacher at the school, but only his quirked students knew that.

“No, no, I don’t think I can go in today. There’s too much I have to think about.”

…

Fuck, there it was again. There’s a voice coming from somewhere, like its whispering something right into his-

“Really? And just what does the Great Majima Kokiri, the Bear of Bandō, Slayer of Men and Stopper of Time, need to think about.” She was mocking him, and he should be mad. But everything just felt… Wrong, like he shouldn’t be here. The tv was on now, playing the news. Something about a school, for heroes. His head hurt, it was only getting worse. “Ko, are you sure you don’t need to go to the doctor? You look miserable.”

“I’m fine, I just, uh… How old am I?” God, that was pathetic. How could a dream fuck him up this badly. He’s not a child anymore, he should be able to figure out what was fantasy and what was reality.

She looked at him, confused. “How do you forget your own age, Kokiri? Your birthday is next week, you’ll be 40. Not that that matters much to you, you haven’t aged since we met.” That’s right. He hasn’t aged since he turned 27. His quirk kept him locked at the moment of his prime. He can’t changed, at all. For better or worse.

“I just… I had a dream that’s really fucked me up, that’s all. I’ll be fine in a bit, I just have to think about some stuff. Don’t mind me.”

Aimi sighed, looking sad about something. “Stop that, Ko, you always do this.”

“Do what?”

“You never talk, you never tell me about your problems. Not since Jin died.” He flinched at that. That was still real. Jin was still gone. Akira was still running around, doing who knows what. And Aimi?

“How’s your quirk?” She raised a brow at this, firing up her quirk for a second. Her face was cast into shadow, and green lightning began to arc off of her. It was just like Jin’s. She was a late bloomer, just like Kokiri. Her body had to enter a prime physical state in order to utilize her quirk. She started training shortly after Jin died, but she never told him why. She was able to fire up her quirk not long after she started. “It’s fine, like always. I don’t understand why you keep asking me about it.”

“You know me, Aimi, I worry a lot about nothing.” She gave him an odd look, but shrugged her shoulders anyway, seeming to accept his answer. But something else was bothering him. “You remind me of someone I had a dream about.” He didn’t mean to say it out loud, but it was true. It reminded him of Izuku. The constant training, their strength, their drive for justice. It was the same.

…

The sound, the voices, those annoying ass voices, he hears them but he can’t find them. They’re there, he knows they are, calling to him, trying t-

“Oh really?” She put her chin in her hands, listening to him talk. She would have to leave for work soon, but she was still giving him her time and attention. This felt nice. He should talk to her more. But that dream? That’s a whole lot of baggage that even he didn’t want to go in to.

“You were dead. Iwata was dead. Ueno was dead. You had all died, and I was all alone, 200 years from now. I was still a teacher.” She laughed at that part, and even he managed a short small chuckle. “Heroes were everywhere. Everyone had a quirk, and the whole of society was centered around heroes and villains. There are schools that taught young children how to be heroes, trained them. It was like Jin had created a paradise. Oh, he would have loved it. The ideals of justice and kindness being taught to every child of every generation, he would have wept like a bitch.” Now she was openly laughing, and he joined her. For just a moment, everything felt normal. Like this was how it was supposed to be.

A phone was ringing, and Aimi looked at her cell phone with a frown. “ Oh man, that’s the office number. They must be calling me in early. I guess Ogawa still has the flu, poor guy.”

“I’m telling you about the scary dream I had last night, I’m the poor guy!” Seriously, he’s open to sharing his feelings for once and she brushes him off, that cold-hearted bitch.

“Oh, don’t be such a baby. You can tell me all about your dream when I get back.” She leaned over and kissed his cheek, “I have to go to work, try to feel better. Oh, and make sure you wake Kori up soon, she should be getting hungry.” With that she rushed out the door, going to whatever job she had. What was she again, an accountant? No, not an accountant, she was the opposite of that, right? Yeah, she was a hero. Oh man, what was her hero name again, it was always really cool. She took Jin’s name, didn’t she?. The mighty On-

…

Fucking hell, that’s starting to get really annoying! Seriously, what was that? That was his name, someone was calling his name, weren’t they? Whenever he figures out who, he’s gonna kick their as-

A cry came from upstairs, scaring the shit out of Kokiri. Was that a baby? Why was there a baby in his house, he didn’t have any children. That dream fucked him up pretty bad, sure, but he’d fucking know if he’d had a kid. That’s not something you just forget. That crying was pretty annoying, though, he should probably go check that out. He got off of the couch and made his way upstairs, the crying pausing for a second before starting up again. He used it to find which room it was coming from, walking in and- Yep, that’s a crib. Whose kid was this? He walked over to the crib and looked inside, where a little girl stared up at him. She looked just like Aimi, but she had… His… Eyes…

Majima bolted up and leaned to the side, vomiting onto the floor. Luckily, it seemed that Izuku managed to take a step back in time to not get spla-

Wait, Izuku?!

“Oh fuck me, what the hell is happening, kid?” His head was hurting even more now than it was before, and his vision was blurry. Izuku ran out of the, what was this, a hospital room? He came back later with Chiyo, who started to immediately poke at him and ask him questions. “Hold on, you crazy bitch, just give me a minute, alright? Gah, the fuck happened, let’s start with that.”

She looked at him, upset with his choice of words but decided to answer him anyway. “One of the students in the business course has a memory quirk, that plunges the victim into a comatose state where they are forced to relive an earlier memory. According to the student, the stress of her classes, combined with you suddenly appearing in front of her- Probably from using Time Stop- Caused her to use her quirk on you by accident. You’ve been here in my office for the last few days.”

“Days? That’s not right, my body resets itself every 24 hours, that’s part of my quirk.”

“Izuku, dear, could you clean up Majima-san’s mess for me?” She asked the green haired boy, gesturing to the puddle on the ground. Turning back to her patient, she said “Well, does your quirk affect your memory at all?”

“Well it sure doesn’t help me remember jack shit, if that’s what you mean.”

“It’s not, and watch your language around the students, Majima-san.” She wrote something down on her clipboard, “Now, are you experiencing any other memory problems?”

“Just a headache, nothing worse than my usual hangover.”

“I thought Nezu-sama told you that talk like around the students is prohibited!”

“Oh please, Izuku knows what I’m about, don’t you, kid?”

Izuku nodded, throwing away the paper towels he’d been using to clean the floor. “Majima-sensei has been a family friend since I was 8, Chiyo-sensei. I’m used to these kinds of things from him.”

“Well, I’ll go and get you some painkillers for your headache, Majima. Izuku-kun, thanks for helping me these last few days, and make sure the others know that I’m gracious towards them, too.”

“Yes ma’am”

“Wait a minute, what others? Who else would help you look after me?” That confused Majima more than anything else, and that’s fucking saying something.

“Oh, Iida-kun, Shoji-kun, and Ibara-chan. Iida-kun was worried that you wouldn’t be well enough to finish your lectures about the original United Nations Hero League, and was making sure that the notes you left on your desk were well organized.” Majima guessed that made sense, not like Izuku would lie to him. ‘Sides, that sounds like something Iida would do.

“Alright, what about the others? I haven’t talked with Shoji one-on-one, so I don’t know why he’d care, and I thought Ibara was busy preparing for her internship?”

“Shoji-kun is the one who carried you to the nurse’s office, so he felt that it was partly his responsibility to make sure that you were recovering.”

Majima leaned in close, trying to make sure Chiyo couldn’t hear him. “Remind me to buy that guy a drink. Or give him a perfect score on his next assignment, whichever comes first.”

Izuku nodded and carried on, “As for Ibara-chan, her internship ended a few days ago. She’s come to check on you a few times a day since she got back. She never told me why, but she said that it was personal.”

“Wait, your internships are over?” The boy nodded, “How fucking long was I out?!”

“2 Weeks.” Chiyo answered from over at her desk.

“You said I was out for a few days, you bitch!”

“I may have lied a bit, because I knew you’d overreact when you woke up.”

“Oh, so when I lie, I get bitched at by Nezu for nearly 20 minutes. But when you lie, I just have to take it like an underpaid hooker!”

“Majima!”

“Fuck you, I’m mad!”

“Get out of my office! No painkillers for you, you can live with your headache!”

“Whatever! Thank you for watching my body!” With that, Majima stomped out of Chiyo’s office, dragging Izuku with him. Fuck, he needed a light. Oh, but what do you know, he never replaced the flint on his lighter with the new one he’d ordered, so fuck that plan he guessed. He glanced at Izuku, “Please, just this once, tell me that I’ve been enough of a bad influence on you for you to start carrying a lighter?”

He shook his head. “Sorry Majima-san.” Damn, there goes that plan. How the hell has he not started carrying a lighter, 80% of his time is spent hanging around one of two smokers! Aw, whatever, he just shrugs it off and starts leading Izuku down the hall. He checked his phone, which one of his four visitors had been nice enough to put on the charger for him, and saw that it was only midday. That means that 1-A must be in the middle of it’s lunch period, which makes sense. That’s the only reasonable reason that Izuku could have been in the nurse’s office, at least, you know, when he wasn’t injured himself. But there was something else that was bothering him.

“Hey kid, you’ve known me long enough to quit using my last name. Just call me Kokiri.”

Izuku raised his brows a bit, “Are you sure, Ma-Uh, Kokiri-san.”

“Yeah, that sounds a bit better. Now get back to the cafeteria, kid. My class is cancelled for today, I have some shit I need to work out.”

With a nod of the head and a quick, “Yes sensei!”, Izuku ran off, leaving Majima alone to think about the shit he’d seen in that dream. That memory. He hadn’t remembered any of that, but now it was crystal clear in his mind. He’s gonna need quite a few bottles of Johnnie Walker to fall asleep tonight, ain’t he?

[aion-rsa]

My Hero Academia’s Deku and Bakugo on Season 5, Class 1-B, and Dark Betrayals

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My Hero Academia is one of the biggest anime series to come out in the past few years. It’s a delicate coming-of-age story that looks at what truly makes a hero and why it’s important to have role models that give the world hope. 

There is no shortage of superhero content out there, yet My Hero Academia takes archetypes from the genre and recontextualizes them through its heightened world of overpowered individuals. Each season chronicles the next generation of heroes’ growth as they train to become the best versions of themselves. My Hero Academia is optimistic and bright, but a dark undertone has gradually crept in that guarantees that each season is more dramatic and challenging than the last.

Izuku “Deku” Midoriya and Katsuki Bakugo are two of My Hero Academia’s most important characters that both represent different extremes of heroics. Season five tests this duo in greater ways than ever before as they compete against new heroes in Class 1-B and face a rejuvenated League of Villains, while also discovering crucial details about themselves. Justin Briner and Clifford Chapin, the voice actors behind these two iconic heroes, spoke with Den of Geek about the new challenges that lie ahead this season, how the past has changed Midoriya and Bakugo, and the anime’s evolving and tricky relationship between heroes and villains. Plus Ultra!

DEN OF GEEK: This new season mixes together the students of Class 1-A with the 1-B group. How do all of these new characters change the dynamic and status quo that Midoriya and Bakugo have gotten used to?

JUSTIN BRINER: I think one of the show’s real strengths is its cast, starting from Deku and then fanning out to everyone else. Everyone is someone’s favorite out there and so any time that another character gets a moment in the spotlight is super exciting for everyone involved. You get to learn more about them, but then that also extrapolates to how they relate with the rest of the cast. I just think that it strengthens the overall bonds of this universe that they’re all living in.

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CLIFFORD CHAPIN: I completely agree. We have so many well-developed characters over the course of the show and pretty much whenever someone new gets introduced you know that they’ll get a moment soon enough where they’ll prove that they’re cool and what they can do. I’m really looking forward to seeing the Class 1-B kids show off their stuff a little more, but it’s also really cool because we had some interactions with them back in season two, but pretty minimally. So I’m excited to see those characters get delved into a lot more and see what they’re really about. 

Midoriya and Bakugo have kind of been pulled in different directions over the past seasons, but these new episodes reunite them. Has it been satisfying to get to bounce off of each other more and return to that earlier dynamic of these characters?

CLIFFORD CHAPIN: Any time that I get to be in a scene with Justin I end up thoroughly enjoying it. It’s usually a situation where Bakugo gets to express the most development. We get to see that character grow a lot more through his interactions with Deku. So any time I get to have a scene with Justin I’m excited for it because it means that we’ll get to see Bakugo push himself to the next level.

JUSTIN BRINER: It’s just so remarkable to see how far they’ve come as friends, as rivals, and every time that they get together it begs the question, “Okay, where does this go next?” I’m really excited to see how their bond further develops over time.

Why do you think their relationship resonates so much with fans? It’s really become such an important part of the show.

CLIFFORD CHAPIN: The reason that I think fans have gravitated to their relationship so much is because there’s so much to explore in that relationship. It’s a relationship where they start out as friends, then one blossoms and the other doesn’t, which creates an odd tension between them. The relationship has gone through so many different waves and forms over the course of the show and over the course of the characters’ histories. 

There’s so much to it now that it’s hard to not be invested in that growth, where they’ll end up, and if they’ll turn into the best team. We don’t know, but that’s part of the mystery and intrigue behind just how far they’ve come. It’s so captivating and I think that it keeps pulling people back into the show.

Both of your characters went through a tremendous amount in the previous season. How do those events continue to affect your characters this year?

JUSTIN BRINER: Yeah, always! Any time that there are these big, combustible plots it leads to these characters changing, for better or for worse. They learn lessons and build new goals. Especially after the events of season four, which featured these over the top and unstoppable villains. It’s exciting to see what they build towards.

CLIFFORD CHAPIN: Absolutely. Every time there’s a new scene or moment you can feel the weight of the previous moment carrying through. Bakugo wasn’t really front and center in the fights in season four against Overhaul, but he’s important when it comes to the remedial lessons with the kids when they’re trying to get their provisional licenses. Bakugo talks to the kids about how you can’t look down on others, which is a lesson that he himself has learned, and continues to carry on. So I feel like we’ve always seen that what’s happened in the past is always relevant in the present. It just keeps fueling the characters and pushing them forward.

Justin, a major component of this new season is that Midoriya gains a better understanding of One For All. Has it been exciting to finally explore such a huge part of the character and see how Midoriya’s powers continue to evolve?

JUSTIN BRINER: Absolutely. I really don’t have the faintest idea where it’s headed, but there’s been so much mystery behind the power of One For All and its relationship with All For One. Fans have been clamoring for answers, but I’m just as anxious and excited to learn more! Totally though, I’m right on board.

Clifford, Bakugo has also grown a lot as a hero and he continues to refine his Quirk. Does that pursuit of perfection continue this season?

CLIFFORD CHAPIN: Truth be told, I’m not sure what lies ahead beyond the opening skirmish with Class 1-B. I would imagine, based on how the series has gone, that we’ll continue to see Bakugo get pushed. That’s the stuff that I’m most excited to visit. I’m excited to see how his character continues to grow. We have a little bit of a hint of what lies ahead because of the previous movie, which is set a little further in the timeline. That offers a few answers, but I have no idea when the series will visit them, but I’m excited for when they do.

This season seems like it continues to blur the lines between heroes and villains. Talk a little about this grey area and why these layered characters help make the series’ villains so fascinating.

CLIFFORD CHAPIN: I think that all goes back to the writing. [Kohei] Horikoshi is just masterful in his development of the characters. No character is two-dimensional here. They all have a drive, backstory, and something that compels them to fight. We see that with Shigaraki that his story parallels Deku’s a little bit. To see one rise as the greatest hero while the other rises to potentially become the greatest villain leaves a lot to be explored. It’s exciting to see because we, the audience, are so used to getting the hero’s journey and not really seeing the villain’s. My Hero Academia is very good about helping you also explore the villains’ journey, which helps make them become more compelling in the process. 

JUSTIN BRINER: Totally. All of these characters are in a world where superheroes are honored and kind of revered, so to look at what it takes to become a villain in this society becomes a fascinating question. 

My Hero Academia has grown a lot in five seasons and it even reaches its 100th episode this year. What are some of the biggest changes that you’ve noticed since its start?

JUSTIN BRINER: I think it’s funny, especially in Deku’s case, that it’s easy to track his progress because he’s literally yelling, “5%! 10%!” Other than that though there are so many characters that have come a long way and we’ve learned so much about the world that they inhabit. I always appreciate when there’s more world building and backstory. I just think that their society is so interesting to think about.

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CLIFFORD CHAPIN: I agree. As far as outside of the series, it’s incredible to see how far My Hero Academia has come and how big that it’s gotten. I personally never thought that I’d be seeing it when I go to the store—that there are figures and memorabilia. To see it just be so well received and become popular is phenomenal, especially when you get to grow with it from the start. Sometimes I have to catch myself and be like, “Wow, this is the fifth season.” It’s crazy and we don’t  get to experience that a whole lot when working on other anime. It’s incredibly exciting and humbling to be on this ride for as long as it goes on.

On that note, I’ve appreciated how My Hero Academia gets progressively more mature with each season as these characters grow older and face tougher threats. Season four was definitely the most brutal yet. Does this direction continue in season five or does it seem like a lighter season?

CLIFFORD CHAPIN: I honestly don’t know, but that’s one of the things that I love about My Hero Academia. You’ll have a really dark moment and then you’ll have a light one afterwards to pull you out of the darkness, which I think also plays into the themes of the show, too. So much of Deku’s mission is to just bring a smile to people’s faces. I feel like My Hero Academia rides that wave really well. I don’t know if I expect it to get darker right away or if it will stay lighthearted because a lot of season four was dark and heavy. I’m eager to see because if it stays lighthearted it will be fun, but if it gets dark then I can only imagine where it will go.

JUSTIN BRINER: Yeah, exactly. It’s hard to say. Right now I’m feeling light because I’m excited that it’s back and I hope that it doesn’t get too dark too quickly. 

The third My Hero Academia movie just got announced! What can you tease about that and is it exciting to get to tell these bigger stories independently of the anime and give the fans a cinematic experience?

JUSTIN BRINER: Absolutely. It’s just a different sort of experience and vibe when watching a movie–especially when we could see things on big screens—because there’s a certain energy there. It’s different from an episode-to-episode sort of feeling. I think it’s super exciting that there’s more of that on the way.

CLIFFORD CHAPIN: We got to do the premiere last year for the second movie and just being able to be in the theater with the fans as they were seeing the movie for the first time—and we were seeing it complete for the first time—was an experience unlike anything else I can describe. Hopefully, with any sort of luck, the premiere for the next movie could be something like that again. Here’s hoping!

Finally, if you could have any Quirk from the series, which one would you be most drawn towards?

CLIFFORD CHAPIN: I’m trying to think of a character who doesn’t get enough love or exposure…

JUSTIN BRINER: I think I might go for Lunch Rush’s Quirk. I don’t know exactly what it is, but I know that it’s delicious. 

CLIFFORD CHAPIN: That’s right up your alley. That’d be perfect. For me, is it weird that I like Kamui Woods’ weird tendril-y bark power? I think it’s so strange and unique. I don’t know what you’d do with it other than what Kamui Woods does with it, but I feel like it’s an interesting Quirk that we could stand to see explored more in the series. 

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The dub for My Hero Academia season 5 is currently streaming on Funimation.com, with new episodes premiering on Saturdays.

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Could you write a fic with the prompt “Stop being so cute.”? (I don't know if you want a specific character but if its directed at Evan then that would be cool~ )

I did this with tree bros, I hope that was okay!

Evan’s fingers shake as he spins the dial on his locker,groaning when he overshoots the third number and has to start inputting thecombination all over again. One to theleft to 18, two to the right to 3, three to the left to 45. He sucks in adeep breath before trying to pull his locker door open. It makes a horriblemetal-on-metal screeching noise, but it pops open nonetheless, revealing messybinders stuffed to the brim with crumpled loose leaf and battered textbookslittered with tiny doodles of dicks. In Evan’s history textbook, one of theprevious owners used the eyes and nose of every pictured historical figure as abase for drawing a dick. While Evan can appreciate the effort there, the factthat he has to scramble to cover up his book whenever a teacher passes by hisdesk does nothing to help his anxiety and he wishes that he could Wite-Out thecopious amounts of male genitalia, but that would probably end in him having topay to replace the textbook and his comfort is not worth a couple hundred dollars.

A tiny scrap of paper flutters out, landing on the stickyhallway floor. Probably another one of the notes Jared has taken to slipping inhis lockers between classes. They usually involve dick jokes or sarcasticcommentary on Evan’s behavior during their shared chemistry class—becauseapparently Evan needs to be told how pathetic it was when he dumped watereddown hydrochloric acid on his hands and refused to tell the teacher, preferringinstead to let his hands tingle uncomfortably until he could wash them afterclass—or whatever juicy piece of gossip that’s been circulating through thestudent body. He sighs as he leans over and collects the paper off the floor,bracing himself for a sentence or two on how ridiculous Evan looked when he wasstartled by a loud noise and nearly dropped his beaker.

Instead, he finds a barely legible phrase scrawled in themessiest chicken scratch Evan has ever seen. The writing looks like it waserased and rewritten about a dozen times, making it seem like whoever penned itwasn’t sure how to phrase what they were trying to say—or whether they shouldsay it at all.

Evan gets hung up on the word “stop” for a moment—he doesn’tdo much of anything, so there’s really nothing for him to stop doing. Exceptbreathing or eating. Maybe the way he chews is really offensive to somebody? Itprobably is—Evan definitely looks gross when he’s eating. He should probablystop eating at school. He’ll just…make up for it at breakfast and dinner. It’llbe fine. He doesn’t need anyone leaving hate notes about how he chewed with hismouth open at lunch one day; that would make the already stressful task ofgoing to school even worse. Then, he continues through the note and lets out aquiet, amused huff. Someone must have gotten someone else’s locker number mixedup with his.

Stop being so cute,it reads.

The girl to his right seems like the type to have a secretadmirer, so he looks around the empty hallway before sliding it into one of thecut outs in her locker door, glad that a) nobody felt the need to leave him amessage about how gross he looks while he eats and b) he could return the noteto its intended recipient without much fuss. He’s gotten a few notes meant forthe girl with the locker beside him—he even got one of her carnations on Valentine’sDay of freshman year, which was a whole awkward ordeal that ended in hertelling him he could keep the flower. The flower died a slow, dreary death inan old water bottle on the dresser in his room, but it was nice while itlasted. Sometimes he could almost pretend that someone had sent him a carnation—thatsomeone could like him enough to do something like that for him.

But, of course, Evan’s not a total idiot, so he’s realizedthat’s never going to happen. Not in high school, at least. It’s alreadyJanuary of his junior year and he’s yet to make any friends besides Jared—and maybeAlana, if you’re willing to stretch the definition of “friend” some. Andneither of them seem particularly interested in being his friend, let aloneanything more than that. So, yeah, Evan’s not going to be getting any cutenotes or carnations in his locker that are anything but an accident becausesome well-meaning kid mistook his locker for someone else’s.

Evan grabs his copy of Othellofrom his locker, wincing at the loud ripping noise the cover makes as the bookslips out from its tight spot between his trig textbook and his Spanish binder.He slams his locker door shut before heading to the library to sneak bites ofhis peanut butter sandwich while he studies for the quiz he has next period onthe first act of the play.

Over the next few weeks, Evan starts getting a lot of notesfor the girl with the locker next to him. They’re usually something sweet like you have a really nice voice or do you have any idea how gorgeous you are ora small doodle of a flower or a bunny or something cute like that. Every timeEvan gets a note, he dutifully slips into his neighbor’s locker, wishing thatwhoever’s leaving these notes would realize that they’re putting them in thewrong locker and stop. Because, as much as Evan enjoys reading the sweet thingsthis girl’s secret admirer writes, it makes him feel kind of…skeevy for readingsomething so nice and personal that’s not meant for him. It feels like he’sintruding on a private moment, but neither of the people having the privatemoment realize that he’s there, so he’s just there, awkwardly witnessingeverything without any way to leave without being spotted.

A week before Valentine’s Day, Evan decides he needs to sortout this whole getting someone else’s notes thing. He wouldn’t be surprised ifthis secret admirer was planning to send this girl carnations, and Evan doesn’tneed a repeat of freshman year, thanks very much. Tracking her down to try toget her the flower that accidentally went to him was a lot of work and made himanxious as hell for the whole week after that because he was worried shethought he was a crazy stalker, or something.

Evan’s noticed that the notes tend to appear sometimebetween fourth period and lunch, so he decides to leave a note for the mysteryperson explaining that this is not, in fact, that girl’s locker but her was thefirst one to the right, so if whoever it was could start leaving the notes inthe correct locker, that would be great.

He folds up the piece of loose leaf he wrote his message onand places it so that it’s peeking out of his locker, just enough so that thenote writer will notice it when they’re slipping their note in, but not enoughthat it’ll fall onto the floor or that some random passerby will notice andtake it.

As Evan leaves to go to trig class, he feels almost sad thathe won’t get to see the notes anymore. They were the bright spot of his schoolday. Which is stupid because none of them were about him, none of them were forhim, but sometimes it felt like they were. Like there was someone in thisschool who looked at Evan and saw someone worth liking instead of a high strung,anxious mess who couldn’t do a presentation without crying or throwing upbeforehand and shaking hands or shuffling feet during. Like there was someonein this school who actually noticed Evan.

When he returns from trig class, his note is no longersticking out of his locker and Evan feels a lot less relieved than he wasexpecting. It takes him four tries to get his locker open, fingers too clumsyto get the combination right, and when he finally yanks open the locker door, anote comes flying out like it did the first time so many weeks ago. Evan picksit up, expecting it to be something like “oh, my bad, dude” or “why’d you waitthis long to tell me, asshole.” He deserves the second one. He should’ve left anote telling the person that they had the wrong longer the moment he realizedthe notes were becoming a daily thing. But he didn’t. Because Evan Hansen is anasshole with no regard for other people’s feelings.

He unfolds the note, bracing himself for the worst.

I don’t have the wronglocker, it reads. I thoughtputting these notes in your locker would make it obvious that these are for youbut I guess not.

P.S. you look gorgeoustoday, Evan Hansen

Evan stares at the note for a while before closing hislocker gently and slipping the note in his pocket. He walks to the library in adaze, completely oblivious to the boy with the long hair and the bad attitudefrom his AP Language class watching him from his own locker, lips quirking upinto a small smile.