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burgercheese1812 · 1 year

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How I think My Hero Characters (canon versions) would react if you randomly kissed them on the cheek:

(This has probably already been done but oh well)

Heroes:

Midoriya:

He’s a easily flustered and naturally an awkward person, so i could imagine that he would definitely just shut down for a good 10 seconds

Then he would turn into a blushing mess and the word spew

would.

never.

end.

He’d flap his arms around and look anywhere but you, spluttering and looking like a tomato

In the end he would not be able to form a coherent sentence and it would just turn into a bunch of baby garble

Everyone within a 50 mile radius would hear his “EH???”

Shoto:

Poor guy would be really confused

“Um… thank you?” He would for sure be really awkward about it

You two would stand awkwardly in silence for a good few minutes

He wouldn’t know what to do with the silence

“Uh… do I give you one now or something?

You: “I mean- sure, you can if you want to?”

He would then proceed to give you a kiss on the cheek and you two would stand in an awkward silence again

“So what happens now?” The guy is so pure and innocent and you have no idea what to say

You: “ummm… nothing..?” He just nods and walks off

After the interaction you’re the flustered one.

He has no idea what just happened and will ponder it for a long time.

Bakugo:

Would freeze for a second, like that time at the training camp he would look completely confused:

Like that ^^^

Then he would definitely scream.

“WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT EXTRA??”

You would be able to see him blushing regardless of whether he likes you back or not

He is incredibly embarrassed

Explosions would go off and you’d better run for cover before he quite literally blows you away

After his little tantrum he probably wouldn’t talk to you for a while.

Or ever again.

Kirishima:

Bro just kinda looks at you

He would not understand what just happens.

Then he awkwardly gives YOU a kiss on the cheek

“It just wouldn’t have been manly if I didn’t reciprocate it!” He’d definitely say this with an awkward laugh and be rubbing the back or his neck or something

Inside however he is internally screaming

The guy is not smooth about it AT ALL

Would be sad that he wasn’t ‘manly enough’ to do it first 😔

Denki:

Thought he was prepared for something like this

Like he fully took notes from Mineta and planned this whole scenario out in his head

Had some really cool line planned like “wow, I’m shocked.” And then a cool ass smirk.

This is not how it went at all.

He just froze up and his mind went blank

Aaaaaand then he accidentally fried himself and

the only thing he could say was “wheyyy”

You had to take him to recover girl in the end

He has never forgotten about it and lives in constant embarrassment.

Sero:

Rizz god.

Acts like he’s not fazed at all

Smirks at you and then gives you a kiss on the cheek

He then winks at you and walks off around a corner, out of sight

He seems like the smoothest guy in history

Until you find that around that corner he is literally just screaming.

Iida:

Genuinely confused but you can see him blushing slightly and he sounds a bit flustered

“Is this your way of expressing feelings for me?”

You have to explain that you just wanted to see his reaction and it was a joke, but it takes a while to convince him

“Please ask next time you want to do something like that.” He says this with all his normal seriousness

you return to what you were doing like nothing happened

Tokoyami:

Tokoyami.exe stopped working

Literally speechless.

Bro just stands there, not moving a muscle with his beak just hanging open

Luckily he has a lovely quirk

Dark shadow appears, grabs your face and gives you a huge, loud forehead kiss

You and dark shadow laugh together as Tokoyami’s brain tries to process exactly what the hell just happened

Mineta:

He expects a kiss on the cheek but instead gets a hand

Guy is flung into oblivion

But really, if you were to kiss him he would just say something gross and you would immediately regret it

Shoji:

Gives you a genuine smile under his mask

Like, ‘your heart is literally about to explode’ ‘holy crap he’s an actually sun’ kind of smile

He would then give you a hug bear hug

He is a good hugger.

I would imagine that this would be such a cute and pure scene

Koda:

Just be completely flustered

Poor guy would go mute again because he literally just wouldn’t know what to say

Aoyama:

Would probably be just a BIT obnoxious about it

“Of course you would want to kiss the shiniest person here!”

Said with a twinkling wink, guy literally always has a sparkle in his eye

Would go back to looking at himself in a mirror and telling himself how pretty he is

He probably forgets about it

Ojiro:

Has an ordinary reaction (true to his character)

Like; being flustered, stuttering, blushing

Literally has no idea what to even think of it

Sato:

He was definitely baking something when you kissed him

Would awkwardly scratch his neck or head

Probably burnt whatever he was baking because he forgot about it 😞

Villains:

(Yeah lmao no one is safe 👹)

Dabi:

He tastes like burnt flesh mmm yummy

Sorry to all the simps out there but cannon Dabi would FRY you

You’d be crispier than a Krispy Kreme donut

more fried than anything at KFC

More burnt than a ranga in the sun

you would FEEL that burn all the way to the afterlife, a painful sting of rejection 😔

He probably would have laughed about it too

Shigaraki:

I really hope you made him moisturise before you kissed him

He likely pushed your face away and then remembered his quirk as you crumbled away

he had a full on tantrum about it:

“EW WHAT THE HELL! GET AWAY FROM ME!”

Either way it didn’t go down well

Toga:

Got really REALLY excited

She then proceeded to stab you.

Multiple times.

Newsflash, people can’t survive multiple stab wounds and you are now DEAD

Don’t worry about it though she’s stored your blood as a midnight snack for another time

Congratulations you were a simp until the end 🫡

Twice:

His multiple personalities kicked in:

“Oh thank you here I’ll give you a kiss as well-“

“WHAT WAS THAT FOR-“

“I DIDNT WANT A KISS!”

“YUCK!”

Kurogiri:

Yeah you could try to kiss him but you cannot.

You just meet purpley mist

He would not let you get to close to his ‘real body’ 👀

A/N: I couldn’t be bothered to do anymore today lol sorry.

I’ll definitely end up doing the class 1A girls though so stay tuned!

PS: If any of ya’ll want me to do the teachers and some class 1B people (plus shinso ofc) repost this with the tags: #DO THE TEACHERS or #DO CLASS 1B or something like either of those (normally you could just comment it but my comments don’t work YAY! /s)

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zapreportsblog · 9 months

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Unveiling Secrets

➥ summary: Class 1A discovers something new about their class president

➥ Tenya Iida x Reader

➥ one shot

Within the bustling halls of U.A. High School, Class 1-A buzzed with activity, a vibrant group of young heroes-in-training. Among them, Tenya Iida stood as a beacon of discipline and focus, always the embodiment of a model student. Yet, unknown to his classmates, his heart held a secret—an unspoken connection that would soon come to light.

The morning sun cast its golden glow through the classroom windows as Class 1-A settled into their seats, eagerly awaiting the start of another day of training and learning. As the room hummed with anticipation, the door swung open, and a figure stepped inside.

All eyes turned towards the newcomer, surprise etched upon their faces. It was (Y/N), a second-year student, her presence adding an air of intrigue to the room. Tenya, taken aback by her sudden arrival, couldn't help but feel a mix of nervousness and excitement.

Ochaco Uraraka, her eyes wide with curiosity, spoke up first. "Since when did you have a girlfriend, Iida?"

Tenya's cheeks flushed with a hint of embarrassment, but he held his composure, his voice steady. "Actually, (Y/N) is my fiancée."

Gasps filled the room as Tenya's revelation sank in. The concept of an arranged marriage within their class seemed almost surreal, yet the truth of their connection began to take shape. The air crackled with a mix of shock, excitement, and a touch of envy.

Izuku Midoriya, his eyes shining with admiration, couldn't help but ask, "How did you meet, Iida? And how did your relationship come to be?"

Tenya smiled warmly, his gaze shifting towards (Y/N). "We were paired together since we were children, destined to be married to strengthen the bond between our families. But as we grew older, our feelings blossomed into something deeper. We realized that our connection went beyond duty and tradition. We fell in love."

Momo Yaoyorozu, her voice filled with awe, couldn't hide her fascination. "That's incredible, Iida. To have a love that's both rooted in tradition and genuine affection—it's truly something special."

(Y/N) stepped forward, her presence commanding attention. "Our relationship has been a journey of growth and understanding. We've learned to navigate the expectations placed upon us while honoring our individual desires and aspirations. Together, we support and encourage each other to become the best versions of ourselves."

As the realization settled upon the class, they exchanged glances filled with newfound respect. The concept of love, rooted in tradition yet blossoming with genuine emotion, was a testament to the complexities of the heart. Tenya and (Y/N) showcased a deep understanding and commitment, proving that love could evolve beyond initial circumstances.

Eijiro Kirishima, his voice filled with admiration, spoke up. "Iida, you've always been a model of discipline and focus. It's inspiring to see that even within the constraints of an arranged marriage, you've found a love that's true to your own hearts."

Tenya nodded, gratitude shining in his eyes. "Thank you, Kirishima. Our relationship has taught me the importance of staying true to myself while embracing the responsibilities that come with my family's traditions. It's a delicate balance, but (Y/N) has been my rock throughout it all."

The class, their initial shock giving way to understanding and acceptance, shared a collective moment of reflection. They realized that love could take many forms, and Tenya and (Y/N)'s connection was a testament to the depth of emotions that could develop even under the weight of expectations.

As the day progressed, the students of Class 1-A forged a newfound bond of respect for Tenya and (Y/N). They understood that love could be a powerful force, capable of transcending societal norms and traditions. It was a reminder that their own journey of self-discovery included not only becoming heroes but also nurturing the relationships that held importance in their lives.

And so, within the walls of U.A. High School, Class 1-A continued their journey, their hearts enriched by the understanding that love was a vast tapestry of emotions, intertwining duty and genuine affection. As they honed their powers and skills, they also learned the importance of nurturing the bonds that connected them, cherishing the complexity and beauty of love in all its forms.

And in the heart of it all, Tenya and (Y/N) stood as a beacon of hope, demonstrating that even within the constraints of an arranged marriage, love could flourish and ignite the brightest flames in their hearts.

•••

Time had flown swiftly, carrying Class 1-A into their second year at U.A. High School. The vibrant group of aspiring heroes had grown both individually and as a team, their bonds strengthening with each passing day. Amidst this bustling atmosphere, (Y/N) had become a third-year student, poised to embark on her own journey of growth and discovery.

On a bright and bustling day, (Y/N) found herself standing before the classroom where Tenya and his classmates convened. A smile played upon her lips as she clutched a carefully prepared bento, a tangible representation of her enduring love and support for Tenya.

As (Y/N) entered the room, the class turned their attention toward her, their curiosity piqued by her arrival. Tenya, his gaze meeting hers, felt a rush of warmth spread through his chest.

Ochaco Uraraka, her eyes wide with anticipation, couldn't help but blurt out, "Hey, (Y/N)! It's been a while. What brings you here today?"

(Y/N)'s smile widened as she held up the bento box. "I made this for Tenya. It's a small gesture to show my support and love."

Tenya's eyes sparkled with a mix of surprise and gratitude. "Thank you, (Y/N). I appreciate your thoughtfulness."

As Tenya accepted the bento, the class watched with a mix of awe and curiosity. Their intrigue had grown since learning about Tenya and (Y/N)'s arranged marriage, and witnessing the continuation of their traditions was both fascinating and heartwarming.

Mina Ashido, her voice filled with excitement, couldn't contain her curiosity any longer. "Tell us, (Y/N), what's it like being in an arranged marriage? How do you navigate the balance between tradition and your own desires?"

(Y/N) took a moment to gather her thoughts, her eyes filled with a mix of nostalgia and determination. "It's a journey of self-discovery, Mina. Our arranged marriage has been both a challenge and a gift. We've learned to find our own voices within the framework of our families' expectations. It's about cherishing tradition while staying true to ourselves."

Izuku Midoriya, his eyes filled with admiration, spoke up. "It sounds like you both have grown so much. Your love is inspiring, (Y/N)."

(Y/N) nodded, her voice gentle yet resolute. "Love is an ever-evolving journey, Izuku. We're constantly learning, adjusting, and supporting each other through it all. Our shared values and commitment to one another keep us grounded."

As the conversation continued, Class 1-A listened with rapt attention, captivated by (Y/N)'s insights into their unique relationship. They realized that love had no set path, and its manifestations were as diverse as the individuals experiencing it.

Shoto Todoroki, his gaze thoughtful, interjected, "Do you ever feel constrained by the expectations placed upon you, (Y/N)?"

(Y/N) met Shoto's gaze, her voice tinged with honesty. "At times, it can be challenging, Shoto. There are moments when the weight of tradition feels heavy. But love is about growth, and our relationship has allowed us to redefine our roles, navigate the complexities, and carve our own path within the arrangement."

Momo Yaoyorozu, her voice filled with admiration, spoke softly. "You both truly embody the spirit of heroes, embracing challenges head-on while remaining true to yourselves."

(Y/N) smiled, her heart warmed by their words. "Thank you, Momo. We strive to be the best versions of ourselves, not just for each other but for the world we wish to protect."

As the classroom settled into a comfortable silence, (Y/N) took her leave, bidding farewell to the class and leaving Tenya with the bento. She left behind a sense of awe and inspiration, her visit a reminder that love could transcend societal expectations and empower individuals to create their own narratives.

Tenya, holding the bento close to his heart, gazed at the doorway, contemplating the love and support he had found in (Y/N). Their bond, forged through tradition and nurtured by their own commitment, had shaped their journey in unexpected and beautiful ways.

Class 1-A, now even more aware of the depth of Tenya and (Y/N)'s love, exchanged glances filled with newfound respect and understanding. They had witnessed firsthand the power of tradition, the beauty of love, and the unbreakable spirit of their classmate.

And as they continued their second year at U.A. High School, the students of Class 1-A carried within them the lessons of (Y/N)'s visit—cherishing tradition while forging their own paths, embracing love in all its forms, and allowing their relationships to shape their journeys as aspiring heroes.

For within the halls of U.A. High School, the heroes of tomorrow learned that strength lay not only in their quirks but also in the love and support they offered one another. With (Y/N) as an emblem of the enduring power of love, Class 1-A embarked on their path, united by bonds that surpassed expectations and embraced the beauty of shared traditions and new beginnings.

•••

Time had flown swiftly, carrying Class 1-A into their third and final year at U.A. High School. The once-inexperienced heroes had evolved into formidable individuals, their dreams and aspirations within reach. Amidst this season of growth and transition, Tenya and (Y/N) prepared for a momentous occasion—their upcoming wedding.

In the common room of the dorms, a table was adorned with wedding magazines, fabric swatches, and carefully crafted invitations. Tenya and (Y/N) sat side by side, their eyes sparkling with excitement and anticipation. They were lost in a world of plans and possibilities, weaving their dreams into reality.

As they pored over the details of their special day, the door swung open, and the members of Class 1-A filed into the room. Surprise filled their eyes as they took in the scene before them—a tableau of love, dedication, and commitment.

Izuku Midoriya, his voice filled with awe, was the first to speak. "Tenya, (Y/N), I didn't realize you were planning your wedding already. Congratulations!"

Tenya's cheeks flushed with a mixture of excitement and slight embarrassment. "Thank you, Midoriya. We've been making preparations over the past few months, taking the time to ensure every detail reflects our shared vision."

Mina Ashido, her eyes wide with anticipation, couldn't contain her enthusiasm. "Can we help? We'd love to be a part of your special day!"

(Y/N) beamed, her heart touched by the support from their friends. "That would mean the world to us, Mina. We'd be grateful for any assistance you can offer."

As the class gathered around the table, the room filled with excitement and the scent of love in the air. The students eagerly poured over magazines, discussing ideas and sharing their own suggestions.

Ochaco Uraraka, her voice filled with enthusiasm, held up a fabric swatch. "What about this color for the bridesmaid dresses? It would complement the theme so well!"

Tenya and (Y/N) exchanged glances, their hearts swelling with gratitude. Their friends' involvement in their special day only deepened their appreciation for the bonds they had formed at U.A. High School.

Eijiro Kirishima, his voice filled with determination, chimed in, "We'll make sure your wedding day is as memorable as possible, Iida. We're a team, after all!"

Tenya's voice carried a mix of gratitude and sincerity. "Thank you, Kirishima. Your unwavering support means the world to us. Our wedding day will be a testament to the bonds we've formed at U.A."

As the planning continued, the students of Class 1-A took on various tasks, each contributing their own unique talents. Momo Yaoyorozu lent her keen eye for design, crafting elegant decorations, while Katsuki Bakugo tackled the task of organizing the explosive wedding fireworks.

Days turned into weeks, and the wedding day drew closer. The dorms became a flurry of activity as Class 1-A dedicated themselves to ensuring every detail was perfect.

On the day of the wedding, the air buzzed with anticipation and joy. The U.A. High School campus was adorned with flowers, and the chapel stood as a symbol of love and unity. Class 1-A stood proudly as witnesses and supporters, their hearts filled with love for their dear friends.

As the ceremony commenced, (Y/N) walked down the aisle, her radiant smile capturing Tenya's heart once more. Tenya stood at the altar, his eyes fixed on (Y/N) as she made her way towards him. Their love shone brightly, a beacon of hope and devotion.

The vows they exchanged were heartfelt and sincere, evoking tears of joy from the gathered friends and family. The couple sealed their union with a kiss, their love celebrated by the cheers and applause of those around them.

As the reception unfolded, the students of Class 1-A reveled in the joyous atmosphere. They danced, laughed, and shared heartfelt moments with one another. The bond they had forged over the years had only grown stronger, and the celebration of Tenya and (Y/N)'s love served as a reminder of the power of friendship and unwavering support.

Amidst the festivities, Tenya and (Y/N) took a moment to steal away, finding solace in each other's arms. They looked out at their friends, their family, and their journey at U.A. High School, overwhelmed with gratitude for the love that surrounded them.

Tenya's voice held a mix of emotion as he whispered, "Thank you, (Y/N). Our love has overcome challenges and surpassed expectations. I am forever grateful for your unwavering support."

(Y/N) smiled, her gaze filled with love and tenderness. "And I, Tenya, am forever grateful for your dedication and the love we share. Our journey has been a testament to the power of love and the strength of our bond."

And so, within the halls of U.A. High School, a love story unfolded, entwined with friendship and support. Class 1-A celebrated the eternal bond between Tenya and (Y/N), a testament to the enduring power of love and the beauty of shared dreams.

As they danced the night away, the students of Class 1-A reveled in the joy of their friends' happiness, knowing that love, unity, and the bonds they had forged at U.A. would forever shape their lives as heroes.

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little-fairy-forest · 1 year

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I just got to know you recently but I'm really impressed with your posts! May I ask you for a scenario where class 1-A finds out one of her classmates is taking a hero course at UA because she, like, lost a bet with old friends ? (you can say that she is really talented and kind but sometimes a bit apathetic, not interested in being a hero or UA sports so it made Izuku or someone a little curious) ( •̀ ω •́ )y btw, have a nice day !

Class 1A x gn! reader, fluff

Notes: This has been in my drafts for MONTHS... new year new me? doing some spring cleaning if you will ✨

Each person in class 1 A knew y/n was something special. Anyone could see how strong they were even without really trying

Most people in the hero course had a reason to be there. May it be because they want to help others, be the best hero the can be, the money and fame,

To y/n being in the hero course was a way of proving to her old friends that they were capable of anything if they really tried

In your final year of middle school your old friends placed a bet to see if you would be able to get into the U.A hero course since the chances of being excepted were slim to none unless you got in through recommendations

You weren't asked why you wanted to become a hero yet by any of your classmates. That was until one curious green haired boy asked you during lunch one day

"so L/N, why did you want to become a hero?" Midoriya asked straight out as he put a piece of carrot in his mouth

You looked at the boy across from you at the lunch room table as you decided whether or not to tell the truth,

"I lost a bet" you put it simply as you moved the food around in your bowl with your chopsticks, You could feel their curiosity radiating off their bodies

"huh? you lost a bet?" Kaminari asks in a confused tone. Everyone agreed with him by nodding and mumbling with their mouths full of food waiting for you to continue

you sigh realising you would have to explain the whole story. You just wanted to eat your lunch to be honest

"so that's really it I guess, I'm not that fussed about being a big time hero once I get my full licence" you say eating some of your lunch as you fail to see the look of surprise on your classmates faces.

The whole story didn't take long to explain as everyone was listening intensely hanging on to each word you said

"so yer tellin me you didn't come here to be number one?!" Bakugo states angerly at the new found information, pissed at the thought of you not caring to beat him. Well that's how bakugo sees this

"So you are so good at controlling your quirk, you managed to pass and get into class 1-A like a breeze since you didn't have much time to train?" Sero asks to clarify, you nod as he looks back at Kaminari with a shocked face

"I'm glad to see you finding a passion for heroism now L/n!" Iida says cheerfully as you smile back at him

They continue to ask about why your not friends with your old friends anymore, after they hear because you found out they wanted to use you for clout and money once you became a pro, you dropped them.

Nor very god friends if they only wanted you for money and fame..

-> masterlist

#bnha #little fairy forest #bnha imagines #mha headcanons #mha fluff #mha x y/n #bnha headcanons #class 1 a x reader #bakugou katsuki #mha kaminari #sero x you #deku midoriya #bnha shoto todoroki

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kaeyas-beloved · 1 year

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Class 1-A with reader who's a high school detective? Or rather, UA's secret high school detective? Kinda like with Detective Conan! She helps the police solve cases, which she always gets right not through any Quirk but through logic and smarts. It's possible that she has a lot of excuse notes if she's ever late for school, or if she has to leave early to help with an extremely serious case. I bet a bunch of kids will be jealous until they figure out the reason behind her absences,

Characters: Class 1A

Genre: General/Humor/Fluff + Fic/Bulletpoints

CW: gn!reader (you/your/they/them)

a/n: 1) I've never actually watched Detective Conan (yet)! Is it any good? 2) This idea kinda grew on me when I started writing this, I think it's a really cool idea. Thank you for requesting anon, I'm really sorry for the long wait and I hope you enjoy! (and sorry for any OOCness, it's been some time since I watched BnHA but I still wanted to finish this)

Class 1A w/ a Secret Detective Reader

"Heyyyy it's (L/N)! On time for once are ya?" instantly your head snapped up at the cheerful call, blond hair with a streak of black catching your eye. Finishing off a note within the margin, you straighten and stretch for the first time in what felt like weeks. Both hearing and feeling that oh so satisfying pop you relax, offering the male and the group behind a tired smile. Briefly, you couldn’t help but wonder how Kaminari (and honestly everyone else) had so much energy this early in the morning. Though, upon remembering that they don't spend hours pouring through case files you brush the thought away quickly.

"Hmph, that's a first," the spiky, rough-around-the-edges ash blond tuts. You pay his comment no mind, something between a tired huff and a laugh passes through your lips, it's not like he's wrong.

"Heh, the world must be ending." Though you spoke in nothing but a mutter most heard your follow up. Good natured laughter fills the room, you included in its chorus.

It’s no secret that you're tardy more often than not. At the beginning, most didn’t know how to interpret your routine of a flimsy excuse notes in hand and a rushed apologizing. Were you not used to early morning classes? Traffic hold you up? Are you late on purpose perhaps?

“No, no and no,” you reassured one afternoon. Then why? someone asked, to which you left them with a flamboyant “I'm saving the world!” Everyone was quick to drop it back then - not out of respect, but because they knew if they're getting a dumb, zealous answer like that then they can kiss a real answer goodbye.

Of course, behind the scenes many were dying to know your real reasons. They theorized, sharing their thoughts with one another when you aren’t around. Hell, Kaminari, Mina, Sero and a select few all going as far as to make a post it board, red sting tying info together and all. After all, if Aizawa is always there, ready to deliver a quick and light scolding the second you try to sneak to your seat mid-lesson, it can't be that bad, right? Unfortunately, to this day your secret remains shrouded in mystery.

Your sly joke from mere moments ago sparked a large, seemingly never-ending conversation with the class. In your defense, you did try to stay on task, but really, how could you not spend some time with your friends? Not to mention that it's been far too long, the police and UA keeping you busy. A break is just what you need to stay in tip-top shape.

Attention pulled far from your gloomy detective work, the atmosphere felt light, carefree within the room as everyone talked and had fun. A welcomed change.

The rolling of the classroom doors puts an abrupt stop to the merriment. Being around long enough to know the routine, every teen made their way to their respective seats.

Aizawa said nothing at first, standing dead in his spot in the doorway. No one dared to whisper their concerns about if something happened, but it was safe to say everyone felt on edge.

Finally, he speaks, "(L/N)."

At once their world came to a screeching halt, twenty pairs of eyes darting between yourself and the teacher. Other than when you're late, you never get called out right off the bat, never mind the tone used.

Silence stretched on for several agonizing seconds, not one soul making a sound. Tension only rose when a few caught sight of the police chief out in the hall, additional officers on either side.

Shock morphs into fear. What's happened? Are you in trouble? Have you done something wrong? Got mixed up with the wrong crowd? With each new thought that pops up in their minds a disgustingly familiar feeling grows, threatening to consume them whole. Just as a group of students open their mouths to finally say something, defend your innocence, demand answers, the squeak of your chair being pushed back cuts it all off.

…How are you so calm?

Clear as day you appear unbothered. As if it doesn't appear that your arrest is upon you. So, is it just a cover? A way to hide the fear pumping through your system?

As you stand and walk further and further away from them all, Aizawa hot on your heels, the class is left to wonder if history is repeating. Are they about to be so paralyzed that they'll fail to protect a friend once more?

"Don't do anything stupid. We'll be back shortly," Aizawa's gruff voice says and the door shuts.

-- --

They're already planning your prison break, the sweethearts <3

Most rationale has left the room since no explanation makes sense other than worst-case :/

It's Bakugou - who just so happens to sit next to you - and all his smarts that loudly demands everyone to "calm the hell down", quickly adding that "they're not going to jail you cry-babies, they work for them."

Of course that does nothing to remedy the situation. What does Bakugou know? It takes the ash-blond shoving your discarded case documents into everyone's unsuspecting faces for them to believe him.

Cue a loud chorus of "THEY'RE A DETECTIVE!?" Which is true, you are in fact a detective. Or, a part-time one at least, if the scrawled Detective Work in your writing was anything to go by. Safe to say some of your closest friends are somewhat hurt you didn't tell them. Don't worry they get over it quickly, they've plenty of time to harass you, seeing as you’ve just walked back into the room.

And seeing how everyone is staring at you, multiple papers scattered between the group it's not hard to piece things together.

"The cat's outta the bag I suppose," you get ready for the storm that's coming your way, sitting back down and taking a deep breath.

No teaching was done that day.

Like most reveals that happen, things settle back to normal after a week. Now instead of getting asked why you were late your friends are asking for all the juicy details of your case (none of which you can actually tell them). Doesn't stop some from asking every time though,,,,

Feel free to talk to them seriously. You might not be able to tell them much, but if you're in a slump and need to talk it out with someone they're more than willing to listen. You'll either figure it out on your own or they'll end up saying something that makes everything click :)

You're no longer just UA's detective but Class 1-A's personal super sleuth now. Something's missing? Better call Sherlock Holmes. And with this bunch, you're going to get called a lot. You could make a profit if you started to charge them :|

I can definitely see them bringing you snacks/meals and something to drink if you're stuck working long hours or late into the night <3 Like they'll see your light on and they'd make sure to stop by the kitchen just so they can drop off something for you on their way back.

Stressful or upsetting case? These guys are the best at distracting you. Bakusquad will drag you out to play some video games in one of their rooms or at an arcade. If that's not something you're into or you're not in the mood you can always train with someone and let out some steam that way. Or or or the girls will gladly take you out shopping with them!

Many are more than willing to help you catch up on classwork. They understand that balancing class, being a detective for the school and an internship is no easy task

If you're ever gone for a long period of time because your work takes you out of town or something be ready for a warm welcome back and hugs the moment you walk through the door :)

Oh, and you're absolutely right Anon, no less than 80% of the class is jealous you get to leave early and they remain that way even after learning why lol. "Oh to be a detective and get to leave early!" Literally all of them at one point or another with their own way of saying it.

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sweetienans · 1 year

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Heyy 🫶🏻 Quarantine time for me so I brought to you this extract of how I think things happened in the sports festival when Bakugo was all chains.

Enjoy, and please forgive me if I misspelled something. Writing in another language is a new field for me 🧡

The first time you remember being disappointed in UA was at the sports festival.

You were all crowed around the winners' podium stand. Sharing laughs and jokes with Kirishima and Mina about everything that happened.

Everybody was having fun until the winners appeared.

They emerged out of nowhere with all the clapping and cheering of the crowd but something was completely off.

Bakugo was all stranded from tip to toe.

Silence flooded between your classmates. They were in absolute shock, including yourself.

He was acting like a real maniac because of all of the chains that restricted his movements. He was suffering.

Everyone in the crowd went nuts. Cheering, approving the behavior, and they even looked like they were satisfied by seeing a sixteen year old boy being tied up like that.

You were nothing but a friend to his friends, acquaintances at best, but you were infuriated.

"Let him go" you whispered to yourself before you let your feet move. "Let him fucking go"

That time was louder, but not enough.

You didn't even get to walk a step before a hand reached your arm and put you steady in your place. You looked up at Kirishima in horror. How could he not be thinking the same? How could he not be going himself to untie his friend?

"Just wait til the show's over," He muttered. He was in agony as well. Mina locked his fingers with yours and shared a look of sympathy.

"He's not an animal," you said like you were trying to convince his own friends.

"We know," Kirishima mumbled.

It was hard for the class to see All Might putting the medals on his neck while he was fuming. He was acting like a desperate boy whose actions speak volumes of his trauma. And they were torturing him in the most insensitive way.

Once the cameras went off, you ran towards him, walking past all the teachers and classmates that you had in your way.

"Miss" All Might was stunned to see you up there in front of Bakugo.

"Mina, please," you looked back, searching for your friend who followed you with Kirishima on her side. "Everything is going to be okay, don't worry," you said to Bakugo this time. His eyes went soft, but he was still panting and hyperventilating. "Mina, hurry"

Mina put her hands on the chain and, with her acid, melted them down.

Kirishima and you removed all the chains around his body and you removed the muzzle that covered part of his face.

His face fell on your shoulder taking a deep breath in the process.

"Thanks, nerd" He said in a gruff voice.

That was the only thing he said before being carried away by Kirishima and Kaminari.

You didn't even notice that you were sweating or that you were heavily breathing until you hit the ground.

You will always remember when you looked up and saw your teachers hovering your knelt body. Guilt plastered all over their faces.

#bakugo katsuki #bnha bakugou #bakugo x reader #boku no hero acedamia #my hero academia #mha x reader #bakugo #kirishima eijirou #mina ashido #class 1 a x reader #trauma overlooked

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bokunosoul · 2 years

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I would like to request class 1-a reacting to a nezuko-like reader, if you want to of course?

Class I-a reacts to reader that is like nezuko from DS

Pretty cool quirk you have there

Exploding blood, cool!

You scored pretty well in the admission test pretty well, plus the recommendations from your former school aswell

Will 100% will get along with everyone

Will be mistaken as vlad kings daughter all the TIME.

Because you two have a pretty similar quirk.

i headcannon that you will probably get into ryukyu's agency

Would feel also comfortable around Midoriya telling all of your problems

Would also bake pastries with Sato during gatherings and for fun

Punishing mineta by headbutting

Would also get along with the seniors! especially nejire

Class 1 a would really like your personality because of your kindness

Bakugo would be enraged (probably because your quirk is explosive)

Everyone calls you "the nice bakugo"

I think your teacher mentor would be vlad king because of your similar quirk!

Would pick fun names for your hero name like blood hero : scarlet/crimson??? smth like that

Sparring also with ojiro is fun, and Koda?!?!, would also be entrust his pet rabbit to you when he has something to do

#bnha x gn!reader #mha imagines #mha x reader #class 1 a x reader #mha #my hero academia #mha x y/n #mha headcanons #demon slayer

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miraculouslyaloser · 2 years

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Class 1-A x Witchy!Reader Headcanons

Summary: The title

Fandom: MHA/BHNA

Pronouns used: None

Type: One-Shot/Platonic

Warnings: None I think, a mention of Ibara and Sir Nighteye?

A/n: Sorry about being gone for such a long time! And sorry this is short. I’ll try to be a little more active!

So I would imagine your quirk has to do with your witchy personality

Maybe your quirk is like Wanda Maximoff's or Agatha Harkness?

Or like an elemental thing

It's up to you! :)

You KNOW there's going to be an emo alliance with Tokoyami

No matter your quirk, you most likely dabble in spells

Or rituals

If you're a kitchen witch, you definitely work with Sato sometimes

Green Witch? You probably have a little friendship with Ibara (I know, I know, this is a 1-A headcanon)

Crystal Witch? Aoyama probably asks to have some

Tarot Witch? Maybe you have a little friendship with Deku because you work at Nighteye's agency (Tbh idk at this point)

Sometimes you'd leave spell bottles or crystals around the dorm as protection or for positive energy

They learned to leave it alone

At first they were really confused tho

They were like, "Why is there a random bottle with candle wax and herbs in it? 🤔"

Some of them probably threw away they spell bottles at firsts

Then after they found out they were from you, they left them alone

Imagine one night you left a calming crystal under Bakugou's pillow or something and he just screamed at you saying, "I DON'T NEED THIS DUMB ROCK!"

Lol

You probably have a lot of scents coming from your room because of the incense and herbs you use

You probably cleanse the dorm every once in a while

If you use herbs on the floor, they'd be like, "Why is there (insert herb used) all over the floor?"

If you use incense they'd be like, "Why does it suddenly smell like incense?"

If you use noise/bells, they'd probably be very weirded out

It looks like you're talking to yourself or something

But they got used to it

Okay, I'm outta ideas. Hope you enjoyed!

#my hero academia #witch reader #class 1 a #class 1 a x reader #green witch #kitchen witch #tarot witch #crystal witch #ibara shiozaki #bakugou katsuki #sir nighteye #izuku midoriya #anime #reader insert #mha headcanons #headcanon #bnha x reader #boku no academia

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lunanime345 · 11 months

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How mha boys will react if you were having a panic attack part 2

Shoto Todoroki

Like Shoto, you past wasn't the best. Your mother would always lock you in the closet, not letting you out for 2 days without any food or drink. Your father left right when you were born saying that you were " too ugly" for him to raise you. Because of that, everytime you were in a small place, you start to panic.

There was a party at one of your old friend's house. Shoto couldn't come because he had some training to do, but he promised you he would come after that.

The party was fun before the game started. It was simple, someone turn the bottle, and they need to go in the closet for 7 minutes with the person it landed on.

At first, you didn't want to do it, but you friend insist and said that you were not fun, so you decided to give up. The bottle landed on Max, your enemie and the pervert of the school. You didn't even had time to say no that all the people puched you in the closet.

Max were a little bit too close and the closet were too-

Oh no.

You couldn't breathe. Hell no. As you were trying to breathe, Shoto arrived, and he asked everyone where you were, when he heard...

She's in the closet.

He ran trought the house, opening every closet before he founded the one. He got Max out ( Max was thinking that you couldn't breathe because he was too handsome) and ran to your side.

You didn't understand what was going on. He took your hand and kissed it. You were shaking like crazy so he pulled you on his lap. He just hugged you hard, not too hard, like he was scared of loosing you if he let go. After 10 minutes saying things like: you are safe, nothing is gonna hurt you or I'm here, you manneged to calm down. He took you in his arms and drived you back to you dorm. He made you sleep on him, in his dorm, playing with your hair.

The next morning, he asked you id you were ok, and he made pancakes because he know you like that and it was the weekend.

End

Who should i do next?

#shoto torodoki #shoto x you #shoto x reader #mha imagines #mha #mha boys #panic anxiety #panic attack #class 1 a x reader #x reader

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cherrybombsl · 1 year

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Who would be interested?

Here’s a synopsis of the fic I am writing please let me know your thoughts and if you would like to see it come to life!

Y/n has known Katsuki Bakugou since 2nd year in the U.A hero course. Class 2-A with the amount of injuries they sustained recovery girl thought she could take on another student with a healer quirk, Izuku Midoriya, being the first. As y/n is brought on as a special exception she realizes she had known bits and pieces of the boy who happens to be in the same class, Hanta Sero, growing up in the same neighborhood but never having that connection just friendly passing and pleasantries and meals between neighbors maybe more. So when Bakugou falls in love with her and they become U.As new item it’s sends everyone through a whirlwind of emotions, Sero and Midoriya included. The following questions will be asked, Does Class A appreciate there new healer or is she just 2nd to Dekus first class act? Why does her boyfriend have a complicated past with the green eyed boy he’s known since childhood? Who is Hanta Sero, the boy that calls her those silly little nicknames that make her feel things she shouldn’t? And finally how far will you go to fight for someone you love?

#bakugou x reader #bakugou x deku #bakudeku #hanta sero #sero x reader #izuku midoria x reader #izuku midoriya #bakugou katsuki #class 1 a x reader

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thequietkid-moonie · 1 year

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Your writing is cute! I love reading through them all. They make me feel better everytime and I go back to reading them a lot.

If it's okay, could I request a story for My Hero Academia? fem!reader has a quirk that makes her nose grow like Pinocchio from command as opposed to lies. Her nose is invulnerable and can lift tons of weight, but it's embarrassing to her because she's often called "tengu" or "Pinocchio" would it be okay of the girls of class 1-A help talk to her and give her confidence about her quirk? Maybe help her find ways to use it to help them and others? I hope this is okay, sorry for the bloated request. I'm self conscious about my nose but I'm sure this exposes that ahaha

Class 1-A girls helping reader who have a nose quirk

[ HEADCANONS ] [ Class 1-A girls ]

[ My hero academia / Boku no hero academia ]

Im so happy that my writing comfort you so much ~ it gives me a lot of motivation!! ❤️❤️

And don't worry dear, this blog is a safe space for everyone (i'm not going to allow any kind of agression towards anyone!). I feel self conscious for my body some times too so i fully understand you, I hope this help you 💜

Remember that i always write for gender neutral

Exist all kind of quirks, some are noticible and others are not that much, some change people appearance and other have different effects. In class 1-A are an extent diversity of quirks too, and everyone is rather kindly witch others

The ones who are more probable to say something about your quirk is Bakugou by insulting you and calling you weak (nothing personal, that is how he is) or Midoriya wanting to know all about your quirk (but if you are uncomfortable he will stop and will deeply apologize)

In the class are a lot of people with quirks that affect their body, so they could understand you and they are quickly to say the good things about your quirk (Mina and Kirishima cheer for you while Midoriya rant about every good thing about it)

Still, if you prefer to relay more in the girls they will be happy to help you out, the first to approach the topic could be Momo (since she is really caring), Tsuyu (she is really observant and she will notice how insecure you are about it) and Mina (since she super cheerful, she probably do it while complimenting you)

By the very moment they notice your insecurity they will try to help you, you are their friends after all, they may even team up to cheer you and boost your confidence (thanks to Mina and Hagakure)

The more that are physicaly affected by their own quirks are Mina, Hagakure and Tsuyu, and they will gladly tell you stories about the inconveniences they've had with it or how they had made peace with their quirk and accept themself, and with that they will recommend you different things you could try to feel better with your quirk

Probably the girl how have the most similar quirk to yours is Jirou, and she could tell you her experiences about it too if that will help you (but she will do it shyly), and the other will talk to you about it too, at the end all of them will be talking about how they got their quirk, how they discovered all they can do and different funny stories about it (like fails or accidents), if you don't want to talk much about it its fine, they will wait until you are comfortable, but if you do they will happy to heard you, none of them judge you or laugh at you

This chats probably happen in sleepovers, they do it from time to time and of course you are invited over every single time. Sometimes they even make some self-care routine while talking

Uraraka, Mina and Hagakure become your own personal unofficial cheerleaders, always giving you compliments about your quirk and celebrating each improvement you have (it could be a little embarrasing at times but they always do it with the best intention)

Non of them will tolerate any offence towards you, whenever they heard someone talking bad about you or making fun of you they get defensive even if you aren't there, and this isn't just because you're insecure but because you are their friends and no one have the right to treat others like this (what kind of heroes they will be if they don't help a friend when they need it?)

Tsuyu is always honest so if you ever doubt yourself or think that they are doing all of this for some kind of pity you can ask her, she will never lie to you and will reasure you that all of them truly care for you

Momo is the more eager to help improve and find other ways to use your quirk and she will do help you if you ask her, at the end the other girls will get envolved too and they could help you while they train them too

Every time they make something to try to help you or cheer you up it always end in something really funny, and at the end all their efforts always works to help you at least to feel a little better. It could be a long road regain confidence but they aren't going to give up or lose hope in you

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cartoonfuel · 1 year

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Mind Games Chapter 8

Chapter 8: Karma

See Chapter 1 for trigger warnings, rating, etc.

Chapter 9: True Vision

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“I have an idea,” you grinned evilly, exchanging glances with the UA students surrounding you inside Gym Gamma. “Let’s flip this training on its head, shall we?”

“Care to explain, Aya?” Todoroki asked, tilting his head in curiosity. Aizawa watched from afar, supervising the training with the eyes of a hawk. It had been two weeks since you stood up that guy near the parking garage, and you intended not to run into him again. During this time, training with Class 1-A had really grown on you. In addition to this, your power over your quirk had manifested in ways you could never imagine. Apparently, all you truly needed was the exposure you had been avoiding your whole life. Support from friends helped, too.

Full of excitement, you turned towards Bakugou, Kaminari and Kirishima, giving them a deadpan stare they couldn’t quite fully comprehend. You masked your eagerness behind another devious smirk. “Kaminari, give your jacket.”

The blonde raised an eyebrow. “Err…alright?” He removed the black coat and flung it at you. You caught it and began wrapping the item around your head, covering your eyes and inhibiting your vision entirely.

“Alright,” you smiled, hands on your hips, “Katsuki, come at me!”

Was using my first name really necessary?

Ugh.

With pleasure.

Die!

Bakugou lunged at you, resulting in you stepping to the side and dodging him with ease. He blasted into the wall, anger and frustration written all over his face.

“I want to see if any of you can hit me,” you said, twirling around to face the rest of the class. "If you can clear your mind enough, you should be able to."

Bakugou laughed, regaining his composure. "YOU SHOULD HAVE SAID THAT IN THE FIRST PLACE, YOU BRAT!"

I wonder if long distance is allowed.

"Long distance is allowed," you replied to the thought you had heard. "Good luck, everyone!"

Our TA is LITERALLY the coolest!

Alright, here goes nothing.

One after the other, the 1-A students launched themselves at you, shooting lightning bolts, blasting lasers, firing shards of ice, and hurling several other various attacks...but to no avail. You were too quick, registering thoughts early and listening patiently, filtering which thoughts indicated attacks and which did not.

That was until a surprise visitor entered the training facility.

Do you think this might have an effect on you?

In the middle of dodging Tsuyu Asui, you decided to respond. “I don't know. Why don't we—“

And then your body refused to move. Your mind went blank, a haze blanketing the world around you—which was currently dark because of the makeshift blindfold over your eyes. The coat was tugged off of your head and handed to Kaminari, revealing a young man with purple hair standing a couple feet in front of you. He punched you in the gut, causing you to fall backwards.

“Stand up,” the boy commanded, “I didn’t hit you that hard.”

You did as he told you, being released from your trance. The other UA students watched with eyes as wide as saucers.

“Aya, meet Shinsou Hitoshi,” Aizawa commented, coming into view. “He is a student in UA’s General Department from Class 1-C, and it appears his quirk—Brainwashing—works on the mind whether through verbal communication or internal thought. Thank you for indulging me.”

“Fascinating!” Momo Yaoyorozu gasped, running to Shinsou’s side. “So that’s why you brought him in! I was beginning to wonder.”

“Clever bastard,” Bakugou growled, making eye contact with his teacher.

Eraserhead glared at him in return. “Call me that again and I’ll be sending you to Nezu’s office.”

“Tch,” the spiky-haired blonde snarled. “Consider it a compliment, Teach!”

In the meantime, you were still trying to understand Shinsou’s quirk. He could tell, quickly jumping in and saving your brain from doing overtime. “Brainwashing is a sort of mind control power,” he explained to you. “I can only activate it when my target verbally responds to something I say to them—or so I thought. The power needs to be intentionally activated and it will not take effect if I don’t want it to.”

“Lucky,” you spat, a little annoyed you had been outsmarted. Despite feeling very violated by this kid, you reached out to shake his hand. “Surprised to hear you’re in General Studies of all departments.”

“For now,” Shinsou smirked, grabbing your hand and shaking it firmly.

“Although I think you ruined the assignment.”

“Huh?” Shinsou and the rest of the class stared at you blankly.

“None of you were able to successfully clear your minds, so you all—“ All of a sudden, you were kicked in the ribs and sent flying into Kirishima.

Izuku stood across the area from you, bright green electricity surrounding him. “Ha!” He cracked a smile. “I did it!” The raw power faded as Deku deactivated his quirk.

“Um,” Kirishima blinked awkwardly, looking up at you on top of him. “Aya?”

She’s so cute up close! What am I supposed to do here?!

“Sorry, Kirishima,” you carefully climbed off of the student, coughing and catching your breath.

“It’s not your fault, no worries,” Red Riot stood up, rubbing the back of his neck. “Though I must say, you’re turning into quite the badass!”

“Thanks,” you muttered, still trying to catch your breath.

“Oh my gosh, Aya! Are you alright?” Midoriya panicked, jogging towards you. You turned towards him, dusting yourself off.

“Good job, Izuku. I suppose I stand corrected. That quirk of yours packs one hell of a punch—or kick, rather. However, your speed alone and the fact that I was in the middle of a conversation may need to be factored in when analyzing the attack you landed. Then again, I didn’t hear any of your thoughts, which is quite the feat. Especially for you of all people.”

“What does that mean?” Midoriya asked innocently.

“Sometimes, Deku, you talk and mutter to yourself a lot,” Ochako Uraraka whispered to him, startling the teen. “At least I think that’s what she means.”

“Well, my brain tends to turn off when I do that,” Deku beamed at her. “So that’s exactly what I was doing over in the corner while nobody was looking!”

Tokoyami and Todoroki exchanged glances, trying to hold in laughter after hearing Midoriya admit his strategy to Uraraka.

That’s when Aizawa stepped between you and the rest of Class 1-A. “Okay Class, I think that’s enough for today, seeing as Midoriya got a little too intense. You are dismissed to your dorms. Have a good afternoon.”

“I think I’ll be seeing Recovery Girl,” you chuckled.

Later that evening, you joined some of the Class 1-A students in their dormitory.

The group chatted over some tea and snacks, almost constantly cracking jokes and teasing one another. Glancing over your shoulder, you noticed a very anxious Yuga Aoyama. You leaned over to Midoriya and whispered, “What’s up with Aoyama? He seems a little too nervous around me.”

Very carefully, Deku peered over at his flamboyant classmate located across the room. Aoyama was leaning against a wall in the hallway, twiddling his thumbs and keeping his distance. Midoriya shrugged and suggested, “Maybe walk over in that direction and I’ll help survey what he does?”

You nodded—it wasn’t Midoriya’s worst idea. If you could just get within Mindscape’s ten meter range, you’d be able to read Aoyama’s mind. If he were to move away from you, it would become clear if he was intentionally avoiding you or not. You got up from the couch and circled around it, heading in Aoyama’s direction. The boy noticed right away, appearing worried for a brief moment and then turning and disappearing down the hallway. You froze in your tracks, surprised by how quickly he reacted.

Something was definitely up.

You spun around, bonking foreheads with Bakugou.

Great. Juuuust great.

"Watch it, new girl!" Bakugou warned you, standing almost shoulder to shoulder with Kirishima. “I thought you would never let anybody sneak up on you.”

"You didn't sneak up on me," you corrected him. “You just weren't paying attention. You bumped into me, not the other way around."

"Tch. That's not how I see it, Little Miss Try Hard!" He was about to poke you in the head—right where he’d bumped it—but thanks to your quirk, you saw it coming and caught him by the wrist. The two of you locked eyes, Kirishima watching intently.

“You know, sometimes I wish I could go back and get the proper Bakugou greeting upon arriving at this school.”

”What are you talking about?”

”You know, like telling me to swan dive off the roof of a building or something.” You yourself didn’t realize it, but you were subconsciously trying to teach young Bakugou here a lesson. After hearing your comment, Midoriya ran to the scene in hopes of deescalating things.

“Some hero you are,” Bakugou sneered, ripping his arm away from you.

“I’m not a hero, and I don’t want to be one.”

“Then what the hell are you doing here?”

“You’re one to talk! You’re the most repugnant asshole at this school. No one would want you to save them!” Meanwhile, Bakugou’s thoughts began to stand out, growing louder and louder with each passing second.

Don't think about it, don't think about it, don't—

Her…

—Shit!

I can’t stand this!

What’s going on with me?

My heart’s pounding!

"Wait a minute," you narrowed your eyes at the blonde, taking a step back and placing both hands on your hips. "Don't think about what, Bakugou?”

"Hey!" Kirishima jumped in, interrupting the two of you. "Is it getting hot in here? I think you two should just hug it out and go your separate ways, don't you agree? Here, let me help, we can group hug—"

"Shut the hell up, bastard!" Bakugou barked at his friend.

"No way," you smirked sadistically. "You can’t be serious. Does someone have a little crush on the teacher's assistant? Is that what's going on here, Sludge Boy?” Bakugou nearly tackled you to the ground in a fit of rage—if it weren't for Kirishima holding him back, that is.

Wow, you were getting bold.

Matter of fact, it wasn’t at all like you to act this way.

"Ah, it's so fun to mess with you now that my quirk is cooperating with me," you grinned eerily. “It’s too easy.”

"He was just taking me up on my offer and trying to give you a hug," Kirishima chuckled awkwardly, continuing to restrain his classmate.

"I was not, Shitty Hair!" Bakugou argued, rolling around on the floor with Kirishima.

Tenya Iida approached you from behind, pushing you aside to give the two boys a firm scolding. "Everybody calm down," the Class President instructed, waving his arms around. "It's getting late, so we should all probably get some rest before tomorrow arrives. We have a busy week ahead of us, and we don't need to deal with anymore of your antics, Bakugou!"

“But it wasn’t me!” Bakugou insisted, appearing genuine for a brief moment.

Maybe he was right?

Deku grabbed you by the hand and yanked you toward him. “What was that about?” he asked, sincerity in his eyes.

You sighed. “I don’t know. Something came over me and I just—“

“How do you know about what he told me in middle school, Aya?”

You stared at the floor. “I don’t know.”

“Aya,” Midoriya snapped, his eyes flashing a vivid green for a moment.

“I…m-may have overheard it once. You were replaying it in your head and…I need to be honest. I don’t really know the context but I just honed in on—“

Then Midoriya wrapped his arms around you, giving you a hug. “Hey,” he said in your ear, “I’m doing fine now. I’ve forgiven Kacchan.” He pulled away. “Now, no more fighting with him. This is the third time in the last two weeks.”

You took a deep breath. “Izuku,” you said in a whisper, exhaling slowly.

“Yes?”

“I know about your quirk, too. One For All…?”

Izuku froze for a good thirty seconds before saying, “I need to make a phone call.” Then he turned and darted outside, cell phone in hand.

You stood there for a moment. “That…was the first time anyone’s hugged me in years,” you mumbled to yourself.

“Aya,” a voice said from behind you. You knew it was Kirishima, yet still decided to act surprised.

“Oh, hey Kiri,” you said, giving him a friendly wave. “What’s going on?”

“I need to make a confession.”

The thoughts she heard earlier were mine, not Bakugou’s.

I’m the one who’s “crushing on the teacher’s assistant.”

Have been for a bit.

Oh. Now you legitimately felt bad about how you treated Bakugou.

“Actually, you don’t have to tell me anything,” you replied, smiling after hearing his internal monologue. “At least not out loud.”

“Oh,” he giggled hesitantly. “Right…”

“It’s just…I’m not in a good place right now,” you explained apprehensively. “The problem is, I’m a little too unpredictable for any kind of relationship right now. I’m finally getting the chance to explore my quirk, and some really weird things are happening to me. I just don’t feel like myself sometimes.”

“How about a friendship?” he asked, breaking a brief moment of silence.

You laughed a bit. “We already are friends, Kirishima.”

“Just making sure,” the redhead beamed, showing off his jagged teeth. “Let me know if you ever want advice on hand-to-hand combat or being a quirk-user. You could probably use that kind of training. I’m off to bed.”

“Thank you, Kiri. Oh—and can you apologize to Bakugou for me?”

“I guarantee he would appreciate it a lot more coming from you. Have a good night, girlie.” And with that, Kirishima wandered off.

Finally, after several minutes of waiting, Deku re-entered the dormitory. “Izuku!” you called out, approaching him. “Who were you on the phone with?“

“Believe it or not, I was on the phone with All Might,” he replied, putting his phone back in his pocket. “Walk with me?”

So excited!

Time for some fun!

“Sure…happy to walk.” You raised an eyebrow. “But what’s so ‘exciting’ about a walk?”

“Oh, uh—well, evening walks in particular. The fresh air, the breeze, the night sky. Y’know.”

“I guess that’s true.” You followed Midoriya outside, walking alongside him like a little puppy. You figured he would be more concerned with what you had said to him about One For All, but it didn’t seem to be on his mind whatsoever. “So…penny for your thoughts, Deku?”

Right at that moment, you were kicked square in the back and launched onto the ground. A foot landed on your spine, trapping you underneath it.

“I can’t believe you stood me up!” the voice above you snickered, a pit forming in your stomach. “And here I thought we could be friends.”

You managed to make eye contact with Midoriya, pleading for any form of help. However, he just stood there staring down at you.

Sweet Izuku’s still on the phone, Aya.

I’d much rather be chatting with him, but I want to get a good grade on my assignment!

Deku’s face and body started melting away to reveal someone you knew all too well: Villain Himiko Toga. You were well educated on Villains, partially because of your time spent at UA, but also because of the thoughts and murmurs you’d hear on a daily basis growing up in the city.

What caught you off guard the most was the boy who had you immobilized. This was the same guy from a couple weeks ago who had cornered you on the streets. He held a knife to your neck and started whispering in your ear.

“Since you refuse to ask, I’ll tell you point-blank,” he said quietly, tickling your ear. “Call me Doppelgänger.” He gestured upward with the knife. “And I’m sure you know Toga.”

“Pleased to meet you!” Toga curtsied, proceeding to lay on her stomach in front of you. “Whoa, your eyes are gorgeous, they kinda remind me of my own!”

“Don’t get lost in them, Toga,” Doppelgänger snapped. “We should probably get her back to the rest of the League. We have things to do.”

“Seriously,” another voice interjected itself, a flash of blue light illuminating the area. “Hurry your asses up before I burn all of you to ash.”

~~~~~

Chapter 9: True Vision

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quess-art · 17 days

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Made before the hard parts of Book 7 comes out and Malleus kicks my f2p ass

#twst #twisted wonderland #malleus draconia #malleus draconia x reader #lil' doots #gif #i am going to draw so much angst of this boy like i did with idia #ive been working on colour and lighting recently #the easter weekend gave me just enough time to create 1 thing #before i need to go back teaching again ;-;#love my class but i am swamped with work

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kaeyas-beloved · 2 years

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Dear Tumblr,

Do I show up in the tags? I'd like to :)

Sincerely, a writer and fellow user

#diluc x reader #kaeya x reader #bnha x reader #class 1 a x reader #obey me x reader #yes this is a test post i'm very sorry i wanted to be funny while doing it

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Smoke Eater - Part 1

Pairing: Firefighter!Dean Winchester x F. Reader

Summary: Dean Winchester is the cocky, but well-respected Lieutenant at Firehouse 25. He leads by example, but he’s also known to break a few hearts. He’s starting to crave something he’s never had, though. Something stable. Something real.

That’s when he meets you, on a truly terrible day, trapped in a rickety old elevator.

AN: "Smoke eater": a self-appointed slang term for a firefighter.

Happy Hispanic Heritage Month!! 🥳❤️‍🔥 You guys really warmed my heart with all the excitement for this story. I'm very happy to bring you the first chapter. I hope it doesn't disappoint! 😘

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Word Count: 4,000 Warnings: Tense situations, brief mention of claustrophobia, and a good old-fashioned meet cute.

Part 1: "Class and Style"

Come on, come on, come on!

The toe of your heeled foot tapped on the floor as you, once again, waited for the elevator to make its slow climb back up to the 22nd floor.

In your hand was a tray carrying two steaming lattes: one small, plain hazelnut, and the other a venti caramel frappe with all the sugary bells and whistles. Complete with extra whipped cream, because your boss was a goddamn child.

I shouldn’t even be getting his coffee, you thought sourly. This is his assistant’s job!

And if this elevator didn’t climb any faster, having to stop at Starbucks during your meager lunch break for your boss’s morning fix would make you late for a very important sales meeting.

“Let’s go, Betsy. Come on,” you muttered. “You can do it.”

Yes, you’d named the contraption that usually managed to carry you all the way to your correct floor. When she wasn’t broken down for maintenance.

The four walls of the narrow elevator shook and creaked as it cleared the 20th floor. You inhaled sharply, but resisted the urge to grab the inner guardrail. This thing was old, just like the rest of the building.

But then, Betsy screeched and made an abrupt stop.

You were woefully unprepared. You slid in your heels and gasped—both at the jolt, and at the hot lattes tipping out of your hand and down your blouse and skirt.

Shit!

You didn’t even have time to wince at the scalding hot coffee, as you nearly rolled an ankle in the spillage. Luckily, you were able to grab at that guardrail. You sucked in relatively even breaths as you realized what happened…

The elevator stopped, but not on your floor.

“Oh, God…” you uttered, staring up at the red, digital “21” above the metal doors. It was blinking, but not moving. Just like you weren’t moving. Which meant…you were stuck.

Okay, not a big deal. You’re fine, you thought, trying to calm yourself. All you had on you was your phone, your ID, and your credit card. You’d decided to leave your purse in your desk, since you were just walking across the street.

But that was okay! Because you still had your phone…

“No service. Of course,” you muttered, raising your phone high to try and get a bar. This elevator was a dead zone, and it always had been. Fucking hell…

So you did the only thing you could think of.

You shouted for help.

You pressed the emergency alarm, several times.

You could hear it blare and echo outside of the chamber of the elevator, but no one seemed to hear you. Your work building was huge, made up of several departments and hundreds of employees here at Savage & Co. There was always plenty going on, especially in the middle of the morning.

Maybe no one could hear you.

“All right. Don’t…don’t panic,” you told yourself. Even though your heart was beginning to pound.

You finally pressed the “Call” button outlined in red. You didn’t know if it worked; half the floor buttons on the console didn’t even light up anymore.

But to your relief, the sound of a phone line ringing echoed through the small speaker. After a few rings, someone answered.

“Fire Department.”

“Oh, God. Yes!”

With a hand on the rail, you managed to kneel down next to the speaker. Your free hand brushed a strand of hair away from your dewy face. There was no AC in here, and you were starting to sweat. Thankfully, the rest of your hair was pulled up into a clip.

“I’m stuck in one of the oldest elevators known to man,” you told the disembodied voice.

“Sorry to hear that. What’s your name?”

You gave them your name, along with the address of your company’s building. The voice promised that they were dispatching a until to come and get you out soon.

“How soon is soon?” you asked.

“…About forty-five minutes, give or take.”

Jesus Christ.

You baked inside Betsy for close to an hour. While your makeup slowly melted, you found a corner of the ground that wasn’t covered by a coffee puddle, and you pressed the alarm button at random intervals. Still, no one seemed to hear it. You used the empty coffee tray to try and fan yourself.

Your phone was also useless. You tucked that along with your credit card into your bra for safe keeping. You’d definitely missed your meeting about the prospective Zimmerman account—one you and your coworker Josh were competing to nail down, as the top performers in the sales department. You couldn’t even catch up on your emails.

Damn it, Nick’s gonna chew my head off, you thought. But then you frowned, your brows furrowing. Well, it’s his fault for not maintaining this damn building. And for ordering a damn caramel frappe! What is he, a 12-year-old girl?

Your skirt was still sticky on the side. With a sigh, you leaned your head back against the metal wall and closed your eyes. Ah, well. At least I’m not claustrophobic.

“Fire Department!” called a man’s voice from above. “Can you hear me down there?”

You gasped and opened your eyes. Your gaze raised heavenward, and you called out to the voice.

“Hello?!”

“Ah, we found you. You okay, ma’am? Are you hurt?”

“Y-Yes…” You shook your head, even though he couldn’t see it. “I mean, no. I’m not hurt.”

“Good. That’s what I like to hear,” he said. “You’re stuck between two floors, but we’re gonna get you out, all right?”

“Okay.” You sucked in a shaky breath and grabbed the rail so you could get back onto your feet. “I’m stuck on the 21st floor right?”

“Well, in between 21 and 22. Hold on one sec.”

You stood there with bated breath, just waiting for something to happen. You heard tools whirring, felt the elevator shutter for a moment, but it didn’t budge. Until you heard a thump on the roof. You looked up, but of course you couldn’t see what was happening.

Until a square patch in the roof was unscrewed and drawn back, revealing a firefighter in almost all his gear: wearing a gray shirt tucked into navy pants, red suspenders, black boots and gloves. All he was missing was a jacket and a hardhat.

He did wear a harness, and he held another one in his gloved hand, as well as a charming, almost boyish grin on his face.

“There you are,” he greeted.

You didn’t know if it was the lack of AC, or his ridiculously handsome features, but you felt your face heat up further.

“Uh, hi,” you said, very eloquently. You offered a smile back. “Thanks for the rescue.”

“Well, we haven’t gotten there yet, but we will,” he said, still with that grin as he lowered the second harness down to you. “I’m Dean. What’s your name?”

You gave it to him as you took the harness.

“Nice to meet you, despite the circumstances,” he said. “I’m sure you didn’t have this on your bingo card today, did ya?”

You snorted in response. “Not even in my fortune cookie.”

It earned an amused look from him. Then he proceeded to instruct you on how to put the harness on around your waist and shoulders and clip the straps together.

“Okay, good. Now tug it, make sure it’s tight enough,” Dean said, motioning with his hand. You obliged him.

“Perfect.” He nodded, before crouching down and lowering his hands through the compartment. “All right, now. Just take my hands. I’m gonna pull you up.”

You looked up at him, then and at the narrow escape hatch with uncertainty.

“It’s okay,” he said, noting your reluctance (and your white-knuckle grip on the guardrail). “It’s perfectly safe.”

“Yeah, I doubt anything about this situation is safe,” you replied wryly. You glanced at the elevator’s metal walls. Even now, they groaned under Dean’s shifting weight.

“I mean, I’m sure you’re strong and all,” you said, with a vague gesturing hand at him. You couldn’t quite tell from your limited vantage point, but Dean could barely fit his broad shoulders through the hole he’d opened up. He was probably a big guy.

Still, you didn’t like the idea of your legs dangling in mid-air.

“I’m a woman, but I’m still a full-grown person,” you said, your brows beginning to furrow in worry. “People are heavy, and this thing is rickety as hell, and that’s a really tiny window…”

“All right,” Dean gently interrupted. He looked like he was trying hard not to chuckle, and you didn’t appreciate it…even though you were biting your lip, trying not to smile too (more in embarrassment).

“I promise you, the line’s got you,” he said. And he tugged on the sturdy rope that connected to your harness.

His eyes met yours directly, firm and assuring. They were green, you noticed, even in this fluorescent lighting.

“More importantly, I’ve got you. And there’s no way I’m gonna let you fall,” he said, with what seemed like every conviction in the world. “Just take my hands.”

He leaned in further so you could reach him.

…And damn it, you believed him.

Staring into his eyes, you found the courage to suck in a deep breath and release the guardrail. You reached up and let his hands curl tightly around yours. You gripped him right back.

“All right, pull up!” he called back over his shoulder.

You couldn’t see them, but you heard the voices of other firefighters as they slowly retracted Dean’s harness line as well as yours. When he was able to plant his feet on the roof of the elevator again, you held your breath as he pulled you all the way up as well.

You lost a heel along the way though. It fell off your foot and hit the bottom of the elevator below.

“Woops,” Dean said. His arms wrapped around you, and he held you securely against him when your heel (and bare foot) also met the elevator roof, a bit awkwardly. You both peered back down through the square hole.

“Want me to get that for you?” he offered, with another one of those grins.

Now you knew you were blushing. Stop it!

You shook your head as you clung to his arms. You felt the strength in them, and it steadied you, along with the easy way about him that said he was more than comfortable with the perils of rescuing trapped women from old-ass elevators.

“Don’t even worry about it,” you told him. “I just want to get the hell out of here.”

Dean chuckled then. “I hear ya. Let’s go, then.”

He glanced up and called out to a “Benny” and a “Gordon.” You assumed they were the men securing the harnesses that held you and Dean.

“Okay. You ready, sweetheart?” Dean asked.

“Yeah,” you replied with a nod, even as you bit your lip again at the endearment. Usually when men called you sweetheart, (like your boss), it was like nails on a damn chalkboard.

But somehow, it didn’t seem so sleezy coming from the charming fireman.

You craned to looked up at his face. He was much taller than you, even with half your heels. Dean met your eyes again, and for a moment, you were tense. The elevator shaft was dark and cold, but the light from the open doors of the floor above allowed you to see his face, decorated lightly with stubble, and his brown hair that spiked to one side.

Your mouth parted, though you didn’t have a clue of what to say next…

You were saved when the lines went even more taut, and the firefighters on the floor above brought you and Dean all the way up to the 22nd floor. He helped you reach out to a bearded fireman, who supported your arms and carried you out of the elevator shaft, onto solid ground.

A small crowd had formed in the lobby. Zachariah the CFO was there, along with the building manager, and your friend Andréa, who looked both worried and relieved to see you. And even your boss, Nick, came forward to meet you once Benny and Dean helped you take off the harness.

“You’ve had a busy morning,” Nick drawled.

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes. “You could say that.”

Technically, he was everyone’s boss: Nick Savage, CEO of Savage & Co. He’d inherited the company from his father. However, Nick believed his one sad year of college business classes made him an expert on running your sales department with a firm hand.

“Well, it’s good to see you’re all right,” he said. Though his eyes glanced down your stained, white blouse, down to your bare foot. His gaze made your spine prickle. And not in a good way.

You crossed your arms on reflex. “I know I missed the meeting—”

“We recorded it. You’ll be able to watch it later, take notes, all that good stuff,” he said, his head tilting in that lazy way of his. He gestured at you with a finger. “But, uh…once you’re done cleaning up, think you could nip back out and get me that coffee? Since, you know, you’re kind of wearing it.”

Behind you, the team of firefighters discreetly watched the scene while packing up their gear—some with curiosity and bemusement, others (namely Dean) with a subtle frown.

You were livid.

But you managed to keep it down, just beneath your skin, as you bent down and took off your remaining heel.

“I’m requesting the afternoon off as personal time,” you informed him with (mostly) all due professionalism. There was a fire in your eyes, however, that not even you could tame.

“But don’t worry,” you said. “I’ll still land the Zimmerman account by Friday.”

You turned and dropped your shoe into a nearby garbage can. You didn’t want to be reminded of your boss every time you saw the coffee stains.

Before you left, you stopped in front of Dean and the other firefighters.

“Thank you very much for all your help,” you said, giving them all a smile. Your gaze lingered on Dean, who smiled back at you and nodded, his hands resting on his belt.

“You got it, sweetheart.”

Your lips twitched. Then you continued on your way towards the exit door, to the stairwell. You shoved it open and walked bare-footed up to your office to get your purse.

You’d left Nick silently fuming in the middle of the hall. You knew there wasn’t too much he could do with an entire crowd of witnesses.

He soon huffed and let your behavior roll off his back, as he became distracted by Zachariah and the building manager asking about the last time the elevator was properly serviced.

Meanwhile, Dean and Benny shared an amused look as their team rolled out.

Damn, Dean thought, remembering how you’d stopped in your little storm out, just to thank them. And how you’d held your head high as you walked away on bare feet.

He could admit, you had both class and style.

“Really, Grandpa. I’m fine,” you insisted.

Now in the comfort of your own home, and in your pajamas after a nice hot shower, you stirred a pot of chicken soup for your Grandpa George. He eyed you from the kitchen table with a measure of suspicion.

“Well, it’s lucky for you we’ve got a responsive Fire Department,” he said. “In the sleepy little town I grew up in, you’d be lucky if the whole damn building didn’t cave in before somebody got to ya.”

You shot him an amused look.

“Thanks. Makes me feel better about stepping into an elevator ever again.”

George seemed to consider the prospect, but he soon waved a vague hand.

“Ah, you’ll be fine,” George said, waving a hand. “Even if one of the cables snapped, you’d have three more holdin’ you up. And it should only need one cable to support the compartment, make sure the whole thing doesn’t fall to the damn ground.”

Your grandfather had been a technician for sixty years, so he knew a little thing about commercial building maintenance. However, right now, he wasn’t making you feel any better about your somewhat perilous experience. You paled a bit at the thought of cables snapping, leading to a long, Tower of Terror-style drop.

Except there’d be nothing to catch you at the bottom.

“It’s okay. I’ll just start walking up all 22 floors up to my office every day,” you said, smiling wryly. “I’ll finally have thighs like Wonder Woman.”

George laughed, though it soon ended on a cough. You eyed him with a frown as you ladled out a bowl of soup for him. You went over to him, both to set down the bowl in front of him and rub his back.

“Still with that cough. I don’t like it,” you said. “I’m making an appointment with your doctor.”

George shook his head and grabbed his glass of water.

“Just something caught in my throat.”

“Mhmm,” you replied. He was the absolute king of downplaying. It used to drive your grandma nuts.

You sighed and raised a hand to your forehead. An ache was building behind your eyes. Or maybe it had been there since you left work early today, and you were just now realizing how tightly wound your spine was.

“You okay?” George asked. You read the concern in his eyes and tried to relax your face from its scrunching.

“Yeah. Just a tension headache.”

“Hmm. Maybe you should spend less time worrying about me, and more time taking care of yourself,” he pointed out. “You had a stressful day. Why don’t you go relax? Or better yet, go out! Go see your friends. Get in a bar fight. Something productive.”

A grin curved your lips as you raised a brow.

“A bar fight would make me more productive?”

George grinned up at you. “Well, at least it’d get you out of the house.”

You pursed your lips. There was a reason you didn’t go out very often, and your grandfather knew it. You were the only one who could watch out for him now, even if he didn’t think he needed it. Your mouth opened to reply, but before you could, your cell phone rang through the house.

For a moment, the two of you stared at one another. Until George raised his brows.

“You should get that, huh?” he said.

You narrowed your eyes at him, despite your small smile, and you raised a finger as you went to get your purse over in the living room.

“We’re not done, old man,” you said over your shoulder.

“Oh, believe me. I know,” he grumbled, delving into his soup with a spoon.

Meanwhile, you fished your phone out of your purse and answered. A genuine, if tired smile graced your lips. It was your best friend, Andréa. She worked with you at Savage & Co., over in Marketing as a graphic designer.

As fate would have it, the two of you were hired on the same day five years ago. She’d invited you to lunch that day, and from then on, you two had been rocking through corporate life like Thelma and Louise—if Thelma had been a Greek artist and Louise had been a sarcastic saleswoman.

“Hey, Dre,” you greeted.

“Hello, my love. Congratulations for surviving your near-death experience, and getting to serve Nick Savage a bit of humble pie,” she teased. “I thought you were going to lobby your Prada heel at his head.”

You huffed and plopped down on the couch with your feet up on the coffee table.

“First of all, let’s not be too dramatic. I was stuck in an elevator, not a Chilean mine shaft,” you said wryly. “Second, you really think I would throw away Prada? Even if it was coffee stained… Those were just my $30 Steve Maddens.”

And yet, they had been your most comfortable heels. Maybe you should just find some sensible flats in the back of your closet and be done with it. But you liked the height and confidence that a nice pair of heels gave you—especially in that office filled with “Mad Men” wannabes.

Every male on your sales team thought he was Jon Hamm in a room full of George Costanzas.

Nick Savage was the worst out of all of them.

You dealt with it, however, and sometimes even thrived on being the only woman on the team. Mostly because you needed your job.

It paid well enough, but most of it went into the upkeep of your grandparents’ old house, and for the past few years, their extensive medical bills…

“Still, at least you got a Mission Impossible-style rescue out of it,” said Andréa. Her tone turned both leading and flirtatious. “Tell me you got that fireman’s number. Dear God Almighty, what a Grade-A Hottie.”

You chortled through your blush at remembering Dean, the firefighter who saved you. You could admit, he’d been one fine specimen of a man.

“Grade-A Hottie. What are we, in middle school?” you retorted. “Besides, he was just doing his job.”

“Ugh, you’re so pragmatic it hurts,” your friend lamented. “You really need to live a little, while you’re still hot and firm.”

You laughed fully at that one. “Yeah, I think taking the stairs from now on will help with the ‘firm’ bit.”

Just like the strength of the firefighter’s hold had been. You’d felt entirely secure after he’d pulled you up on the elevator roof. His arms had reassured you even more than the harness, if you thought about it. (And your face heated up further at said thought.)

“I do wish I could say thank you again, somehow,” you mused out loud, not really thinking about who exactly you were talking to.

“Oh, yeah?” Andréa said. You could practically hear her mischievous grin. It made you slightly nervous. “Well, it’s not unheard of for a grateful civilian to stop by a firehouse. You could bring him lunch or something!”

“Ah, I don’t know about that,” you said. Your instinct was to withdraw inward at the thought of putting yourself out there like that. Besides, you didn’t want to bother him while he was at work.

“What’re you talking about? Firefighters love food! Believe me, my cousin Meg is a paramedic,” Andréa said. Then she gasped. “Oh, girl. I have the perfect idea for you. Why don’t you bake something for the whole firehouse? That way it takes some of the pressure off, but you still get to see him.”

You became more contemplative then.

Bake something, huh?

Now, that you could do. Andréa knew all too well that the one thing that could get your gears turning was getting your apron on, as baking was your ultimate hobby. It made you feel creative, and damn-near stress free…

And her idea wasn’t too shabby, the more you thought about it. It was something kind that you knew you could do. And more than anything, you really did just want to say thank you, one more time.

You smiled.

“Okay. I think we have a plan.” However, your smile soon fell. “Wait, I have no idea what firehouse he works at.”

“Hmm, my cousin might know,” Andréa said. “Let me reach out to her…what’s his name again?”

“Dean,” you replied. Another small smile reached your lips, against your will.

“His name was Dean.”

AN: Ah, the first chapter! Launching a new story is always so exciting! 🥰 What did you think of the reader and Dean's first meeting?

Also, feel free to imagine Mark Pellegrino's "Nick" for this (I am). He didn't have a last name on the show, so I created one for this story, as he's going to be an important antagonist throughout.

And just so you guys know, my knowledge of the inner workings of fire departments and law enforcement will largely come from my own research and being a huge fan of procedurals, like Chicago Fire, Chicago Med, Law & Order, etc.

Yes, aspects are fictionalized on those shows, but a lot of it is rooted in real-life protocol and stories. All the love and respect for creator/executive producer Dick Wolf. 😂

...Oh, and the elevator scene was inspired by true events. (Yes, I've been stuck in an elevator before. 🫠 Two ridiculously hot firefighters pulled me out, but by then I was melting from the lack of AC, had no makeup, and was dressed like a female!Dean, plaid and all lmao.)

Anywho...

Next Time:

“Protect and serve,” Dean teased back. “That’s our motto, you know.”

“Isn’t that for police officers?” you quipped.

He chuckled a bit. “Hey, if the shoe fits.”

“Well…” you considered that with a tilt of your head, more seriously than he expected you to. You met him with a more earnest gaze. “I think it does.”

Right then, Dean had a feeling, deep in his gut, that he needed to know you.

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