omg HELLO! this made my day :D i’m really glad you like them and I LOVE YOU. i’m currently getting ready to start my freshman year of college but i’m working on chapter 7 to chasing love so stay tuned for that ^_^
{ finally after three months, chapter six is here HAHA. this... isn’t as good as i wanted it to be, but hopefully chapter seven makes up for it. have a lovely day/night! i love you! -athena }
“Wha’ would yeh say if I wanted yeh to come meet my mum an’ Gemma?”
Harry was brushing his teeth leisurely in Y/N’s bathroom while she laid spread-eagle on the bed, worn out from a particularly trying day in the studio. She was dozing off slightly, eyelids heavy with the weight of frustration and exhaustion, but had sat up so quickly upon hearing Harry ask her that yellow and black dots swam in her vision and her head felt light.
“What?” Y/N shakily got out of bed, stumbling toward the bathroom on unsteady legs. It had been a week since their fight after Niall’s fundraiser, and while things had gone back to normal and they were as happy as they’d been, nothing could have prepared Y/N for this.
Harry had just rinsed, giggling as he swiped at his mouth with a towel. He thought it was adorable, the way that Y/N was standing there in her old high school t-shirt and her knees wobbling with the anticipation of the question.
“My mum an’ Gemma. Would yeh like to meet them?” He turned to face her, leaning against the counter as he stroked a piece of hair from her face. She leaned into his touch, eyebrows furrowed and lips pouted.
“Do they want to meet me?” Harry barked a laugh, revelling in the way she was always so quick to respond to him in ways that always surprised him.
“F’course, all I do is talk about yeh, love. Why d’yeh look like yeh thinking so hard?”
Y/N bit her lip, humming thoughtfully before replying, “‘Cause we’re not exactly the most conventional pair, are we? Are you sure you want to bring someone home to meet your mother?”
“Oh, love, how could yeh be worried about my mum minding conventional when she’s got me as a son?”
Anne and Gemma had flew into LAX two days later, and Harry had decided he’d pick them up, bring them to his house, and that they would all come to Y/N’s for dinner.
Y/N didn’t know why she’d volunteered to have dinner at her house, she realized as she scrubbed her counters vigorously and distressed over what to make. She really wanted to meet Anne and Gemma because she knew how much they meant to Harry, but as she stared blankly at a recipe she pulled from a random cookbook, panic started to seep in as she realized she wasn’t even a mediocre cook.
She decided to call Andrew, since Hannah couldn’t do much, especially because Koda was still residing in her tummy (“I just want this fuckin’ kid out of me already!”), and because she thought Andrew could get out of the university laboratory every now and then.
“Andie,” she wheeled, holding the phone between her shoulder and her cheek, “Whatcha doing?”
A noncommittal grunt sounded from the other end and she heard a rustling of papers (or sheets, she couldn’t tell) before Andrew responded. “I woke up late and missed study group, so nothing.”
“Do you know how to cook...um...chicken parmigiana and baked ziti?”
“Yes. Do I get to take some home?”
“Get over here in less than fifteen and I’ll let you have the good hot chocolate in my pantry, too.”
…
“They’ll be here in about two hours. I don’t know why I volunteered to cook when we both know I cannot cook, but now you’re here, so this is good.”
When Andrew had walked in, Y/N had been frantically scrubbing her dining table as if her life depended on it, and he had taken her gently by the elbow and told her to take a breather.
“It’s simple, really, Y/N. Come sit on the counter and watch, you need to calm down.”
He had led her back into the kitchen and began pulling out the ingredients needed to make the chicken parmigiana first, situating himself at her island counter. He blew the annoying fringe of hair that kept falling into his eyes for the hundredth time, before Y/N used an elastic on her wrist to tie it up into a single small ponytail sticking straight upwards. He smiled warmly in thanks while Y/N hopped up onto the counter and swung her feet back and forth like a metronome.
“I’ll make a wild guess and say that you’re nervous to meet his family,” Andrew laughed, beginning to make the breading for the chicken.
“I just want them to like me,” Y/N pouted, leaning back on both of her hands and ceasing the swinging of her feet. “They mean so much to him and so of course I want them to like me but it’s more than that. I’m a lot younger than he is, and I don’t want her to get the wrong idea… And God, Andie, the way that we met probably isn’t the love story you want to tell your mom, is it? ‘Oh, Mum, the first time I laid eyes on her, she was drowning her heartbreak in a bottle of Belvedere and then made me carry her up the stairs to the bedroom. The second time we met in person, I shagged her because she released a really raunchy single about really good sex!’”
Andrew laughed at her poor imitation of Harry’s accent, but nodded as he continued preparing the food.
“I know it’s not exactly the most… ordinary way to meet someone,” he started off slowly, “But Y/N, both of you are celebrities. Your lives aren’t ordinary. I think his mom would understand that, and I’m sure she’s not going to judge you for being younger than him. If Harry’s her son, she’s bound to be compassionate and objective and open-minded. You’re psyching yourself out.”
“I know, but the last time I was this crazy about someone was when I met Daniel senior year, and it took me nearly three years to get over him. You can’t blame me for being scared!” Y/N scrunched up her nose in a pout, drumming her fingers insistently on the counter.
“You know, Harry isn’t Daniel. Don’t compare the two, otherwise things could go really bad… really fast,” Andrew chided, unwrapping the chicken breasts from the package.
“You’re right,” Y/N sighed, body slackening as she let out a whoosh of air, “I’m just being careful. You know better than anyone that I’m just tired of-”
“Tired of chasing love,” Andrew finished, rolling the chicken in breading, casting a sympathetic look toward her, “I know.”
…
“Someone knocked! Oh, God, Andie, someone just knocked, did you hear that? The door! What do I- Oof!”
Andrew winced as he watched Y/N scramble around the kitchen, only for her socks to lost traction on the kitchen floor and cause her to fall down on her butt. He stared up at the ceiling momentarily, before bending down to help her up.
“I’ll get the door. You pack me some food and the good hot chocolate, like you promised. Don’t protest, you’re a wreck.” He shook his head before proceeding down the hall to the door, pulling open to reveal Harry dressed in a nice pair of grey slacks with a large black sweater on top. Two women peered from around him, both with wide smiles and warm eyes. One was wearing a maroon sweater and black leggings with boots, and the other was clad in jeans, a cream sweater, and a pink pastel scarf.
“Andrew,” Harry smiled, greeting him with a handshake. Andrew stepped aside to let them all in so that they weren’t victims of the winter air.
“Hey, man, good to see you. Y/N had a bit of a kitchen catastrophe and I slept through study group, so I came by to help. This is your mom and sister, right?” Andrew grinned at the two women removing their shoes by the doorway.
“Anne, Harry’s mum,” the woman wearing the maroon sweater flashed a smile at Andrew before giving him a hug.
“Andrew,” he returned, surprised but delighted by her compassionate manner.
“I’m Gemma,” the other woman said, before shaking his hand, “It’s nice to meet you. Are you a friend of Y/N’s?”
“Yeah, we’ve been friends since middle school,” Andrew replied, “If you guys wanna come into the kitchen, Y/N is just getting together some last minute stuff.”
They all followed him down the hall and to the kitchen, where Y/N was at the island counter, her back facing toward the entrance as she muttered to herself, transferring some food into tupperware for Andrew to take home.
“Calm down, you’re okay, just calm down, everything is going to be okay. It’s all okay, it’s okay,” she repeated her little mantra over and over again, hands shaky as she sealed a container full of baked ziti.
“Y/N, Harry’s here!” Andrew called as they all walked into the kitchen. She stiffened, spinning around rapidly and using the counter to maintain her balance.
“Harry! You guys are here!” Y/N giggled nervously shifting her weight from one foot to the other.
“Were yeh expecting anyone else?” Harry smiled at her, going in for a tight hug before pulling back and turning to face Anne and Gemma.
“I’m Anne, s’lovely to finally meet you!” Y/N’s heart swelled as Anne came close to give her a warm embrace in addition to her cheerful greeting. Gemma came from behind her mother and also offered a small smile, introducing herself and hugging Y/N as well.
“Sorry to interrupt, but Y/N,” Andrew jumped in apologetically, “I’m gonna head out. I’m tutoring a couple of classmates in the morning, but it was nice to meet you both.” He shook hands with both Anne and Gemma, before clapping Harry on the back.
“Good to see yeh, again, mate.”
Y/N gave him a weak smile as she waved sullenly in return, watching as he exited the kitchen and listened for the front door to close.
“Well, let’s have some of that dinner Andrew made, then,” Harry boomed, wiggling his eyebrows at Y/N, and causing her to laugh. Maybe tonight wouldn’t be so bad.
…
After everybody’s plates had been piled with food and glasses filled with assorted beverages, Y/N had the honor to watch Harry’s family dynamic unfold. Harry was seated next to her, and Gemma and Anne across.
“You have to call that friend of yours and give him my number. Do you think he could ship his cooking overseas, or is that just gross?” Gemma’s mouth was stuffed with the baked ziti, sauce dribbling over a bit as she gushed about Andrew’s cooking to Y/N across the table.
“God, what are you, three?” Harry teased, reaching across the table to hand her a napkin.
“Three years old, and graduated from college. I must be a genius or summat,” Gemma shot back, snatching the napkin and poking her tongue out at him.
“Stop that before I put you both in timeout,” Anne sighed, dabbing the corners of her mouth with her own napkin before taking a sip of her wine.
“You guys have a really cute relationship with one another,” Y/N squeaked out before she could stop herself.
Anne smiled at her warmly. “These two were the worst growing up. One time, Harry called Gemma a drug deal-”
“Mum, she knows the story, everyone knows the story,” Harry griped, brows furrowed and a pout adorning his face as he bit irritably into a piece of bread.
“You watch your tone before I actually do put you in timeout, Harry,” Anne reprimanded, before sneaking a teasing glance at Y/N.
“Is your family from around here, Y/N?” Gemma cut in, drawing attention away from Harry’s sullen expression.
“No, actually. I moved down here to LA as soon as I graduated high school because I was going to university. They live in North California, but I don’t see them as much ‘cause we don’t really get along the way you guys do.” Y/N smiled sheepishly. She’d told Harry about her complicated past with her parents briefly, but never in depth. He never pried, wanting her to do it on her own terms so that she didn’t divulge information she didn’t regret.
“I do have siblings, though. I have two brothers and two sisters, and I’m the oldest, so I was the first to leave. I miss them a lot, but we keep in touch over text and FaceTime occasionally. The second oldest is my brother, and he’s about to be a senior in high school so I’m glad our younger siblings have him to look up to.”
Anne and Gemma both smiled in tandem.
“Families can be tough, sometimes,” Gemma mused, popping more pasta into her mouth.
“Families aren’t always the ones related to you by blood, either,” Anne continued, reaching across the table to squeeze her hand, which she returned with a grateful smile.
“Wha’ they’re sayin’ is tha’ yeh can be a part of ours,” Harry concluded, poking Y/N in the ribs and laughing at the way she squealed.
“Sounds like a plan.”
…
After the table had been cleared, Y/N asked Harry to take Gemma and Anne into the living room so everyone could all resume conversation over tea. The rest of dinner had gone nicely, with them asking questions about her life before stardom and Harry, and her trading her answers for embarrassing stories about the dork she’d been blessed enough to call hers. They hadn’t mentioned anything about the age gap, or the way that Y/N and Harry had met, and Y/N decided to take that as acceptance of the circumstances, which she was thankful for.
She was bustling around the kitchen, taking out mugs and warming up water on the stove. She really loved Anne and Gemma, and how they seemed to be so compassionate and interested in everything she had to say, just like Harry. They were a lovely trio, and she just hoped they liked her as much as Harry said they would. She let out a sigh as she leaned against the counter next to the stove, waiting for the water to boil.
“Alright, love?” Anne’s sweet voice came from behind her, causing her to spin around wildly and hold her heart.
“Oh, Anne! Hello! I spaced out a bit waiting for the water, sorry.”
She chuckled, before crossing the kitchen to stand near Y/N.
“You’re quite the jumpy one, but it’s endearing. I just wanted to check on you. Harry and Gemma got into a tiff over ketchup or cream cheese with fries.”
Y/N grimaced, silently swearing that if she ever caught Harry eating his fries with ketchup, she’d seriously consider making an anonymous fan account and expose him.
“Sometimes, he’ll wake up in the middle of my night and make the weirdest snacks, but they’re all healthy. He’s always trying to cram that nasty kale smoothie down my throat every morning, but I always manage to slip away.”
Anne shook her head, feigning disgust. “I don’t know who put him on this health fad, but I always make sure to fatten him up when he comes to visit. Although, he hasn’t come home to visit in about six months.”
Y/N hummed in response, before it hit her. Six months… About the same amount of time her and Harry had been seeing each other. She paled, stammering, “Oh, I’m so sorry, I always tell him to go visit but he never listens, and he insists on staying in the States. He’s really stubborn when he wants to be, and I just-”
Anne patted her shoulder, laughing, “You really are jumpy, aren’t you? It’s no one’s fault. He’s quite enamored with you, and we don’t mind, as long as he’s happy. A lifestyle like this makes it hard to find love, so we’re just glad he found you. I just ask that you be honest with him and take care of him as best you can. He’s got the biggest heart in the world, and in the past it’s pained me to watch him struggle with relationships. He always wonders why he isn’t enough, and he’ll ponder over what he could’ve done better. I think he’s just tired of… Maybe this sounds silly, but he’s tired of chasing love.”
Y/N gasped, turning to face Anne, who looked back at her, confused. “Did Harry tell you about that phrase?”
Anne seemed a bit perplexed still, but she shook her head slowly. No.
Y/N breathed in, giving Anne an apologetic look. “When I was a kid, before my relationship with my parents got really bad, my mom would always say that to me. She’d always tell me that she spent her entire life chasing love, and she never found it. I’ve always used that phrase.”
Anne nodded in understanding. “Harry never told me you used the phrase, but it’s the best way to describe all the pining and pondering he does every time a relationship fails.”
“I promise I’m going to do everything to make sure he doesn’t have to chase it anymore, because I’m tired of doing the same. If I’m honest, I’m just really scared to end up the same way my mom did.” Y/N reached over to grasp Anne’s hand in a moment of courage. Y/N was grateful they had this conversation, opening up to each other about how they just wanted the best for Harry.
Before Anne could reply, Harry burst into the kitchen. His eyes were alight with excitement, and his body was visibly vibrating as he shakily held out Y/N’s phone.
“Sorry t’interrupt bonding time, but Y/N, Hannah’s having a baby!”
…
Y/N didn’t remember much of what happened between her collapsing on the floor and getting into the car, but here she was, sandwiched between Anne and Gemma while Harry sped down the highway to get to the hospital.
She could almost laugh at the irony; in high school, she’d tease and mock Hannah, saying that she would be the one to pass out from the pain of having a child. Instead, Y/N was the one to pass out from the shock of her best friend having a child.
“Love, this is so exciting, innit? Christ, I think I migh- Hey! Asshole, stay in yeh lane!” Harry was giddy, driving as quickly (and safely) as he could without hurting them, and other people. Babies had always fascinated him, and here he was, about to be part of the birth of another one! Y/N rolled her eyes as she tried to stop her hands from shaking; at least someone was happy.
“Quite exciting,” she replied dryly, looking out the window.
Harry wore a large hoodie under the jacket he’d come to Y/N’s house in, and Y/N wore the baggiest pair of sweats she could find coupled with a large sweatshirt. She put her hair up in a bun and tucked it away under a beanie, hoping that would cover them for the most part. Andrew had said they’d given them a secluded waiting room, but they couldn’t be too careful.
“You look pale, Y/N… Are you okay?” Gemma looked at her sideways, lips frowning in concern.
“Yeah, obviously, I’m so happy,” Y/N decided, voice shaking a bit with nerves and excitement, “but it’s a little surreal, since Hannah has been my friend since middle school, and right now she’s about to have a little human come out of her body like it’s a slip-n-slide.” Gemma patted her knee in understanding, deciding she’d simply leave it at that and give the car some silence so everybody could calm down.
As Harry screeched into a parking spot, Y/N clambered to open the door so she could run into the hospital. She tried to do that, at least. As soon as her feet touched the pavement, she buckled again, knees shaking wildly, and Harry simply grabbed her arm and sprinted with Anne and Gemma into the hospital. They kept their heads low and followed the directions that Andrew had given them, but it wasn’t a problem because the bustle of the hospital and the exhaustion of families waiting and milling about was enough to cover them.
“Y/N!” A voice screeched, causing them all to look at a very disheveled Andrew. His hair was incredibly unruly, matching the state of his sweats and t-shirt, which were both stained with pasta sauce, and his glasses were askew. He had mismatched shoes: one Nike slide, and one flip-flop.
“Andie, you got here quick! Where is she?” Y/N was frantic, running to Andrew who was ticking like a time bomb.
“Right here, asswipes,” another voice cut in. Hannah wheeled into the waiting room, situated in a wheelchair and clad in a hospital gown. She looked exhausted, but her eyes were bright with fire.
“He’s not exactly ready to come out yet, but until then, I’ve just been wheeling around aimlessly. You got here faster than I thought you would… And you brought friends!”
“I’m Anne, Harry’s mum. Are you nervous?” Harry’s mom waltzed up to her and knelt down, placing her hands on Hannah’s stomach and smiling up at her brightly.
“I’ve heard a lot about you! Y/N was a wreck this morning before you guys came over.” Y/N shot her a look over Anne’s shoulder. “As for being nervous, I don’t think I am. yet,” Hannah replied.
“I’m Gemma, it’s nice to meet you.” Gemma extended her hand, and Hannah shook it firmly.
“Hi Gemma, I’m pregnant.” A beat of silence passed before she let out a boisterous laugh that made everybody blink and look at each other uncomfortably.
“Well, I lied to Anne, because I just made a dad joke, and if that doesn’t show you how nervous I am…” Hannah trailed off, shrugging her shoulders.
“Y/N collapsed when she heard the news,” Harry smirked, which caused Hannah to laugh, then wince, and clutch her stomach.
“Kyle is coming from work, but I doubt he’ll be here in time. He had the night shift, and he’s been taking so many days off the past month.”
“Well… whether or not Kyle gets here in time, we’ll all be here for you,” Y/N declared, getting down on her knees and pressing her hands against Hannah’s tummy. Her voice broke at the end of her sentence, and tears clouded her vision. How did they go from stupid middle school girls who couldn’t figure out how to put a tampon in, to adults that were staring life (quite literally) in the face?
“If you fucking cry, I’m going to make you change his first diaper,” Hannah warned gruffly, snapping her head to look away from Y/N’s eyes that were threatening to give way to waterworks.
“Your mom is terrifying. Stay in there a little longer.” Y/N whispered to her stomach, causing everybody to laugh.
All they could do was wait, at this point.
…
It had been two hours since they’d got to the hospital, and after being beat by Andrew in Speed five times and hearing him discuss the material for his paper that was due next week, Y/N was hoping Koda would just pop his head out already so they could all go home. Kyle had arrived, flustered, but once he saw that he hadn’t missed the birth of his first child, he settled down in a waiting room chair and promptly fell asleep.
“I always knew I wanted to be an engineer, you know, but sometimes the workload is insane. Sometimes, I look in the mirror and wonder if I’ve reached rock bottom yet, or I’ve still got a little bit more to go,” Andrew ranted, eyes wild as he explained his dilemma to a very intrigued Gemma. Y/N cringed inwardly. Harry’s hand was resting on her bouncing knee, and Anne was reading a magazine.
“Look, love, you’re in this one,” Anne exclaimed, squinting her eyes to read the print, “Which Harry Styles body part are you based on this quiz?” She blinked, glancing over to Harry and chuckling softly.
“Mum, s’not funny,” he whined, looking at the magazine, “Who the hell would want to be my elbow anyways? I guess m’flattered but… Everybody should shoot to be better than my elbow.”
“I GOT IT BITCHES!” Hannah boomed, wheeling back into the room from God knows where and startling everybody. Kyle jolted in his seat, snapping to attention as his fuzzy eyes fought to focus on the scene around him.
“Christ, for a woman that’s about to push a kid out, you’re really spritely,” Andrew snapped bitterly, staring disappointedly at the scattered card house that had fallen when Hannah had startled everybody.
“Well, it looks like this kid still isn’t coming out so I ordered Olive Garden, and the guy gave it to me for free since I’m pregnant and all. I was willing to share it, but since you’re being so bitter…”
“Look at my t-shirt,” Andrew gritted out, voice escalating, “IT’S COVERED IN PASTA SAUCE. I DON’T WANT ANY OF YOUR DAMN PASTA ANYWAY.”
“Someone’s grumpy,” Hannah noted, slurping away at her pasta and gnawing leisurely on a breadstick.
“Someone’s going to choke on spaghetti,” he replied tightly, gathering his cards to begin building again.
“There’s a lot of chaotic energy coming from the both of you, and if you don’t stop, I’m taking your hospital pudding,” Y/N threatened, pointing at Hannah, “And you’re going to change the first diaper,” she finished, pointing at Andrew. The entire time, Harry had buried his face into Y/N’s shoulder, stifling his laughs.
He enjoyed watching Y/N’s friends interact. It was always two of them going at it, and one of them trying to stop it, but he knew that in the end, they all loved each other. Anne and Gemma were sitting and listening with grins on their faces, watching the scene unfold.
“I’m gOinG tO taKE yOur pUdDinG,” Hannah mimicked, shovelling noodles into her mouth and aggressively chomping down to break the long strands. Y/N scowled, crossing her legs, and Harry couldn’t help but think she looked adorable when she was disgruntled.
“Ow, what the fuck?” Hannah spat out chunks of her noodles, one hand dropping her fork and immediately flying to clutch her stomach. Kyle flung himself across the room and onto her knees at her side, stumbling over his words as he tried to ask her what was wrong. She grimaced, looking down at her stomach before giving him a pointed look.
“I don’t know what’s wrong, Kyle,” Hannah faked confusion, exaggerating her facial features, “It’s not like we’ve been waiting for our first child to come out for at least an hour. I wonder what could be wrong when a sharp pain suddenly cuts through my entire body and makes me want to scream.”
Kyle blushed, putting his hand over hers, “You don’t have to be so snarky about it, babe.”
“Well, gee, I think you’d be just as pissy if you were feeling- Ow! Jesus Christ, what the hell?” Hannah’s face was contorted in genuine pain at this point, and Y/N felt her face pale. Oh, God, it was actually happening!
“I’m going to call someone!” Andrew stood up on wobbly legs and sprinted out of the waiting room, leaving everybody to scramble and make themselves as useful as they could during the situation. Everybody began speaking all at once.
“Just breathe, darling…”
“You’re going to be okay, you know.”
“I love babies! They’re so cute!”
“I knew having sex was a bad idea.”
“Oh, my God, I’m about two seconds from passing out, you’re going to push a living human out of-”
“Shut up,” Hannah grunted, breathing labored, gripping one handle of the wheelchair tightly in one fist and her stomach with her other hand, “It doesn’t hurt that bad yet, but it will in a second, so I just wanted to say that I’m thankful you’re all here and that whatever profanities I string together in that delivery room are not to be taken personally.”
A nurse had run into the waiting room with a winded Andrew trailing behind her.
“We’re going to take good care of you, ma’am.”
Hannah nodded curtly, wincing as another contraction spread through her body.
“You,” she griped, pointing at Kyle, “You put this thing in me. Get in the delivery room. And you,” she continued, pointing at Y/N, “Touch my pudding and die. Wheel me in, lady. I want this thing out of me as soon as possible. See you guys on the other side! ”
…
“You know, this is actually the most eventful thing that’s ever happened to me.” Y/N and Harry were in the waiting room, cuddled together and enjoying the quiet hum of the hospital. Anne and Gemma had gone to the cafeteria to go scout out some coffee for the four of them.
“Mm? Livin’ life as a popstar, an’ this is the most eventful tha’s ever happened?” Harry mused, gently stroking the back of her hand with his thumb. He had to admit today was a rollercoaster, but he was happy for Hannah and Kyle, and extremely ecstatic he was able to witness the events that had occurred.
“Definitely. Both of my chaotic best friends in a waiting room for multiple hours because one of them is about to give birth to a living, breathing child. It’s super surreal. Something doesn’t have to be extravagant to be eventful or memorable. It just has to be… I don’t know where I’m going with this, but you get my drift.”
Harry nodded, humming in agreement as silence overtook them once more.
“Punch me if yeh want, but jus’ promise me when we have our first kid, yeh won’t sling such artful language my way.”
Y/N jolted, sitting upright to look at Harry’s sleepy face. His eyes were bright with truth and mischief, but it was so comforting to know she wasn’t the only one who had fleeting thoughts of their future.
“You’ve got yourself a deal… If you promise to bring me Olive Garden as a pre-birth preparation meal.
And that’s when I knew why his name is Can’t Stop Twinkling. Because his twinkles will never stop shining. Never.
He’s a hero who never gives up. A hero who is willing to sacrifice himself for others. A hero who will smile through the pain. A hero who actually helps others. A hero who is brave enough to save others even if his life is in danger…Thats a true hero right there.
okay so i got into a writing flurry this evening and chapter six for chasing love is coming either tomorrow morning or night, but definitely tomorrow !!!
i recently got into anime because of my boyfriend and i binged all three seasons of my hero academia in the span of three days, so if you’re a bnha stan 👀👀👀 come out of hiding bc i might do headcanons or blurbs for my fav characters LOL
the photograph series was so adorable and cute and so well written!!!! it deserves so many more notes i was surprised there weren’t more!!! it was amazing!!!
AGH thank you so much for ur kind words <3 all the love bubby :,(
!! i just saw ur vid of u singing just a little bit of your heart and it was so cute and good!! your voice made me feel all warm and happy and like everything was gonna be ok!! ily!!!
i just saw this oh my goodness!! thank you so much :( i love love love you 🥺
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