I just had the thought...what if Theo asks Mabel to move into 6B so that she can stay in the Arconia and he can have some company/a designated emergency contact while Teddy is in prison? (Assuming I haven't overlooked/forgotten a canon confirmation that the Dimases have permanently moved out, or if they have, if that Theo can't simply sign a new lease for it . Or even move into Sting/Amy Schumer/Ben's old place. Just accept it for the sake of the bit).
Theo and Mabel being roommates (oh my god, they'd be roommates). They'd have their own rooms in the apartment and would respect each other's space, but would undoubtedly spend even more casual time together than they're implied to already do.
It would all start out very platonic, of course. Share a takeout meal once or twice a week (and when the takeout is from Dimas wraps, they'll send the leftover dips to Oliver). Watch a movie together (with closed captioning of course) on Friday nights. Go off into their respective bedrooms and try not think too much about all the times their hands accidentally brushed when they reached for popcorn at the same time.
But how long could they realistically have expected it to stay platonic? When Theo is constantly, intensely watching Mabel's pretty mouth so he can read her lips? When Mabel is equally focused on the rapid movement of Theo's hands as he teaches her new ASL words and allowing her mind to wander in imagination of what exactly those powerful-yet-fluid hands might be capable of in other contexts?
Someday, there will be a terrible wonderful misunderstanding due to the language barrier between them. He'll misread her lips in some crucial way or she'll accidentally say something extremely suggestive in ASL. And then suddenly their lips are meeting and their hands are all over each other. They are communicating, connected in an entirely new way and it's perfect.
And then...flash-forward a couple years, Mabel in wedding dress photos.
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bodyguard au + bathtime fic for kiri ?
oooooh, this is fun !!! i'm thinking of like, some situation in which you are the child of someone who is big and wealthy, maybe owns a few different multi-million dollar corporations and perhaps doesn't do it all legally 👀
kirishima has always been in the service of protecting your father !! you know him because he is a forever shadow in your home, quiet and large, peeking out windows and making sure doors are locked. he only speaks if you speak to him first, but his answers are always cut short when your father is around.
— so on a night when he has to go out of town, you're a little delighted to see kirishima sitting at the kitchen table when you get home from work.
"hi," he tells you, rising to stand leagues above you. his face is sweet, despite his wide stature. shy. "your dad asked me to stay with you until he comes back, i hope you don't mind."
oh, you don't mind at all.
it's probably really fun !!! and you make the two of you dinner and he relaxes a bit after eating, even takes off the dark jacket he's always in. his forehead shines a little, like he's sweaty, and he hikes the sleeves of his white button-up to his elbows underneath the fluorescence.
he's still is a bit hard to talk to, but he listens as you prattle on about your day, scooting around the kitchen as you clean up. he offers to finish for you, but you shoo at him to sit back down and after a little bit of insistence from you, he finally agrees to have a beer. or two.
that loosens him up enough that the conversation flows a bit easier; you learn his first name, and his cheeks go red when you repeat it with a grin. he tells you a little about his mom, that he's an only child, that he never went to college: very basic stuff that paints a vague picture of him.
you know your father does some shady things, deals with shady people. why else would he need a giant for a bodyguard, that could probably snap a man's neck without even trying ?? kirishima tells you little things, but he doesn't go too deep. doesn't reveal what twists and turns he made in his past to put him here.
eventually you leave to get ready for bed, and the soft look on his face ALMOST has you sitting down for more with him. he shifts his eyes to the table, then, like he knows he's been caught staring too long and you wonder — when the last time was that he did anything for himself ?? not for your father, or even for you, but. for eijirou.
regardless, you slip on up the stairs and take your time making a nice bubble bath, putting on some light music. there's a bar on the second floor and you steal a bottle of wine from it and two glasses before nestling in the warm water, spreading your legs out to test how much room you have in the gigantic tub.
and then you call for him. a little more urgently that necessary, but it brings him to you quicker, suddenly appearing in the open doorway of your bathroom with wide eyes, flushing down his neck when he sees you.
you lean against the edge of the tub, smiling as you prop your chin in your hand. "i was wondering if you could help me wash my back."
the question seems to buffer in his mind for a long time before he's finally blinking, adam's apple bobbing. and then he's bringing the bathroom door behind him as he begins to unbutton his shirt.
✨️ trope game ! ✨️
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i’m actually south asian!! but my family’s very pale and my face is rlly round, etc. I have a lot of features that were popular in the renaissance era, essentially.
oh I feel you on that... some day round faces will be considered beautiful again 😭😭
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