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Chicken Butt
Summary: It was supposed to be a good deed. Really, it was. Tony had woken himself and the team up at ass o'clock to get ready for your morning birthday surprise, barking out orders like a dad on the morning of a road trip. Everything was supposed to be perfect. But a 6 foot something blond super soldier laying in your bed was not part of the plan.
Pairing: Steve Rogers x fem!reader
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Tony crept down the hall, motioning for the rest of them to follow his lead through the silent hallway.
His janky ass team clearly didn’t care as much as he did, grumbling loudly, their arms full of birthday kazoos and party horns that Tony had shoved into their hands earlier.
“I don’t think she’s gonna appreciate you waking her up by tooting horns in her face, Tony.” Natasha fixed the party hat that was sliding over her eyes. “Taking her out to breakfast would have been so much nicer.”
“Breakfast is temporary, carrot top. The memory of us working hard to surprise her and make her birthday morning special is permanent,” Tony whispered.
“I don’t know about that, Tony.” Sam piped in. “Those hash browns down the street are pretty damn memorable.”
“I don’t think this is a good idea.” Bucky’s lips were pressed tight together, looking a little nervous and queasy, like he ate a couple moldy hot dogs before hopping on a roller coaster. But Tony didn’t have time to call out the cyborg, especially when you could wake up any minute now.
“When did you suddenly start caring about birthdays?” Clint looked suspicious. “For my birthday you gave me a half drunk coffee.”
“Don’t be selfish, Barton. I was tired that day.” Tony dramatically turned his head to peer down the hallway, making a weird sweeping motion with his hand.
He turned around to see everyone staring at him questioningly.
“It means all clear, you imbeciles. Has no one seen Die Hard?”
“Oh, I have!” Peter raised his hand and let go of his balloon, and Bucky snatched it before it could float off with a roll of his eyes. “But it’s kinda more like this, Mister Stark-”
Peter tried to demonstrate but Tony silenced him with a glare. “Guys, you’re ruining the whole thing. I’m trying to be nice and surprise our friend without you chihuahuas waking her up before we even get to the door.”
“Why are you trying so hard to be nice, Tony?” Natasha shook her head. “It doesn’t suit you.”
“C’mon, are you doubting me? I love being nice. It’s my favorite hobby.”
Natasha was unimpressed. “Pepper told you to be nicer, didn’t she?”
Tony grumbled, choosing not to reply.
Okay, so maybe Pepper did want him to be a little kinder, especially after he sent a few too many interns home crying.
”It’s not my fault they don’t understand my humor!” Tony had insisted.
Pepper had just given him a firm look and told him that he had to put more effort into expressing his appreciation for other people.
Tony was offended, but he knew his wife was right (as always). He didn’t exactly know the right way to express his love, growing up in a house with minimal affection.
He had tried multiple techniques: saying kind words, giving out compliments like candy, and even going as far as squeezing in random hugs, but none of them felt natural to him.
His love language was remembering the little things, Pepper had told him after she saw Tony give you a full-sized cardboard cutout of Channing Tatum after you had mentioned that the Jump Street movies were your absolute favorite.
However, some didn’t appreciate his little gifts as much as you did.
Helen Cho was not very thrilled to see thermal underwear for hands, no, not gloves, on her desk after whining that the medical wing was always cold.
Tony had decided to change his affection tactics to something everyone could enjoy. Everyone likes surprises. Right?
He liked to act like he didn’t care about anything other than AC/DC and whiskey, but he honestly did. He loved his team to pieces and would do anything for them.
Plus, it would be some practice for his incoming child. His future daughter would probably prefer hugs and playtime with her daddy rather than a chicken butt magnet (but considering it was Tony’s kid, the chicken butt might have a chance.)
So, that’s how Tony ended up here, searching his pocket for the keys to your room that he bribed borrowed from the floor’s housekeeper.
He made a mental note to fire the lady for dangerously handing out keys to anyone who asked.
“Wow, Tony. Look at you. Breaking into girls’ rooms,” Wanda snorted. “That’s a new low.”
“Quiet, before I burn you at the stake.”
“I still don’t think we should do this.” Bucky shifted his weight uncomfortably.
“You know, I would’ve expected Steve to say something, he’s being weirdly quiet. Something like, Anthony, respect her privacy-” Tony looked up from the lock. “Wait, where is he?”
Bucky cleared his throat. “Uh I dunno.”
“You don’t know?” Tony raised his eyebrow. “I thought you two were telepathically connected or something.”
Bucky looked down, suddenly very interested in the carpet under his feet. “Um I don’t know but I think we should go-”
“Whatever, he’s probably running an ultramarathon right now for some senior citizen charity, doesn’t matter. We’ll save some cake for him. But make sure someone has a glucose monitor. I don't think Cap can handle too much sugar.”
Tony inserted the key, the lock settling with a satisfying click as he turned it. He slowly opened the door, bringing his kazoo closer to his mouth.
What he was not expecting was that the same Steve who he thought was probably helping an old woman cross the finish line right now was lying in your bed.
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You thought you heard the creak of your door, but you mentally waved it off, classifying it as the creak of your fan.
You turned, not bothering to open your eyes, your hand feeling for your human pillow, who was unusually soft and an excellent cuddler for being built like a wall of muscle.
Your palm landed smack dab on Steve’s chest, and you buried yourself into his side with a smile creeping across both your faces.
“Happy birthday, sweetheart.” You felt Steve sleepily pressing his lips into your hair and all across your face.
Fuck, his morning voice was so hot.
You were glad you had him to yourself for a little while before you two had to act like colleagues. It was a mutual choice between you two to keep it from the team. Some of them could be just a tad bit dramatic, and you two wanted a quiet relationship before it went public.
Bucky already knew, because he knew Steve more than Steve knew himself, and you suspected that Natasha knew as well because she’s Natasha and knows everything.
Everyone else probably didn’t know, and you’d like to keep it that way for a little bit before Tony would inevitably scream "PDA! PDA!" everytime yours and Steve’s shoulders grazed.
You wrapped your arms around his neck and he buried his head into yours.
You mumbled something along the lines of “thank you” as you pressed kisses into his hair.
“I love you so much.” Steve lined kisses on your bare shoulder.
You heard a gasp followed by extremely violent shushing.
Your eyes flew open and Steve turned around in a split second, looking for the intruder.
You both were met with the team standing wide-eyed in your room, Tony in the lead looking like he was either about to pass out or throw the cake in his arms to the ground.
Steve tried his best to cover you with his body from his nosy team, trying to keep the blanket from slipping down his waist at the same time.
All eyes turned to Bucky, who was wearing a glittery-pink polka-dotted party hat that, by looking at the dents in it, seemed like it was wrestled on by someone.
He blew his party horn with a pathetic puff of air, smiling nervously at Tony. “Surprise?”
Thor launched his arms into the air. “SURPRISE!”
The commotion started.
“C’mon Cap,” Sam whined in the corner. “I thought I was your friend! How could you not tell me?”
“Knew it.” Natasha grinned cheekily.
“You two are so cute!” Wanda gushed. “Right Vis?”
Vision nodded, sending Steve an awkward thumbs up.
Bruce coughed, trying to respect your privacy by looking down at his shoes.
“Always thought you had a little crush on him,” Clint smiled.
“This is so cool! Wait, if you have a kid can I babysit please? I love babies. Oh my god, is it going to be a super baby?” Peter was bouncing with excitement. “Crap, I’m sorry, Mr. Steve. I didn’t mean to call your baby an ‘it’. I swear, I don’t see your baby as an object, I’ll be a great sitter.”
“Um, yeah, sure, kid-” Steve started.
“ARE YOU KIDDING ME?” Tony finally jolted out of his paralysis state. “How the hell did I not see this?”
“Tony-”
“Are you telling me that the whole time I was trying to set you up with Matthew from logistics, you were getting pounded by Ol’ Captain here?”
“Jesus, Tony.” You grimaced. “Why would you put it like that?”
“So, this is why Steve was extremely against my brilliant idea of locking you and Matthew in the bathroom together? That jealous bastard!”
“Your what-” You choked.
“That wasn’t the only reason why, Tony.” Steve huffed. “That’s just plain weird.”
“You know what else is weird, Cap?” Tony narrowed his eyes. “The fact that you’re hoeing around with a girl who’s literally a baby compared to you.”
“I’m not ‘hoeing around’, Tony. I love her.”
Tony’s eyes danced between you and Steve until his face finally relaxed.
He sighed, coming around to your side of the bed and planting a kiss on your head.
“Happy birthday, kid. I would hug you but I’m pretty sure you’re naked under there.” He turned to face Steve again. “If you break her heart, hang onto your dentures, 'cause I’m blasting your dusty ass back into the ‘40s, got it?. ”
“Got it, Tony.” Steve smiled.
“Ew, don’t smile at me like that.” Tony made a face and looked back at you. “I had a backup present, just in case the whole surprise thing went to shit.”
Tony fished out something from his pocket, placing it into your hand.
"You mentioned something about how you loved to use that stupid chicken butt joke when you were a kid," Tony mumbled.
It was a chicken butt magnet.
You loved it.
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Hi! Hope your having a good day!! May i request a BSD men with a really aggresive signifigant other. Tsundere-ish, but somewhat polite to respected elders and animals. Like bugs and cats, dogs, etc. I express my deepest gratitude. Sorry about the long requests. Have a magnificent day!!
You're long request is much appreciated. I thank you for your request, for I was running out of ideas. (I can't talk fancy, désolé pour mon mauvais Anglais et mon mauvais Français. Je suis canadien, je devrais savoir français 😭)
Characters: Dazai, Chuuya, Akutagawa
BSD men with a tsundere type girl
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Dazai:
•He probably saw you talking to Fukuzawa first and probably thought you were naturally a polite person
•The perfect target to annoy, or so he thought.
•The shock on his face when you get mad and kick him in the shins was almost hilarious
•He thinks the pout on your face is so cute though!
•He annoys you more often, and ends up falling for you
•And now you two are somehow together
•The teasing is at an all time high with him
•he begins to learn your attack mannerisms and starts to dodge you
•From that point on you start lunging at him, and he lets you because he doesn't want you to fall
•If your short and don't knock him over, he holds you to his chest and is flirty. He looks down at you with this damn calm smirk that even makes me blush and I don't even simp for him!
•If you're tall/strong and do push him over, then you'll end up on top of him
"Oh? Really eager are we?"
•Either way he loves the blush on your face
•Bonus points if you go quiet, you're whole face red, and forget to attack him
•He takes note of what makes you flustered to fluster you more
•Your guys relationship would be so cute.
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Chuuya:
•Hes out walking his Chihuahua (ik he has one, I just know it) and you come up and ask to pet it really excitedly
•He finds it a bit odd an adult would ask that, but agrees anyway
•He finds you cute and asks your name
•He feels confused when you glare up at him like "Why do you need to know?"
"Just curious" he shrugs
"While don't be!" You hiss and go back to cuddling his dog
•Now he's super confused
•By the end of it, he somehow gets your number and that escalates into a relationship
•I feel like you would fight a lot
•Not big heated fights, just both of you are always angry fights (yk what I mean)
•Even when you hit him though, he doesn't hit you back, just dodges
•He totally uses his ability to lift you up in the air a little though, just to piss you off a little more
•its his form of teasing, even if he acts angry
•He finds you too cute ♡
(I love him-)
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Akutagawa:
(You're already in a relationship with him
•He's a bit confused why you yell and hit at him at first
•Your hits don't even hurt that much
•Eventually, (like 7 months 😭) he catches on
•He doesn't know what to do when you get angry, so he just stands there with a blank expression, but internally panicking
•He's glad you've never actually tried to pick a heated fight with him though
•Every time you hit him he just awkwardly hugs you to calm you down
•he begins to think it's kind of cute when you blush as he hugs you
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Give some love (from a distance 😊) to the goth puppies/sky chihuahuas out there today!! Happy international bat appreciation day...it's frickin bats!
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Strange Love
summary: blackhill as rockstars (ft. danbeau and wanda/yelena)
warning(s): none
written for blackhill bingo: free square
lesbian fury interview with vogue
You’re married?
MH: Yes, I’ve been married for almost 10 years now and no, I’m telling anyone her name.
MH: Yes, I’ve been married for almost 10 years now and no, I’m telling anyone her name.
Do you like her wife? Without revealing any details about her, what is she like?
CD: She’s a pain in the ass. [laughs] But, I love her; she’s like a little sister to me.
MR: Maria’s wife is great. She’s a troublemaker like Carol here, so it’s chaos when they’re together. I don’t know how Maria and I put up with them.
CD: We aren’t that bad!
MH: You once pranked the entire studio with glitter and confetti. The confetti was easy to get up, but the mic was sparkly for 3 months!
In one interview, Carol said she writes songs about Maria [Rambeau] and vice versa. Which songs were written about who?
CD: Still Into You. It was a spur of the moment song. I had just been thinking of how we were nearing our 10 year anniversary and Maria never fails to give me butterflies, even now. So, I went to Maria [Hill] who helped me finish writing and producing. After she finished laughing at me.
MH: You were shaking like a chihuahua and you were so nervous. I should’ve taken a picture.
CD: It’s not funny, Hill. I hadn’t been that nervous since my wedding day.
MH: It was a great song, you should be thanking me.
MR: Anyway, The Shining, the 3rd song on our new album, was written for Carol. Maria’s wife actually helped me with it. She even helped compose parts of the song.
MH: She did? She never told me that.
Maria [Hill] have you written any songs about your wife?
MH: I’ve written a lot of songs about my wife, she’s my muse after all, but our recent song Trouble is about her.
Why did you name it Trouble?
MH: No real reason, I just happened to enjoy the title and like Maria [Rambeau] said she is a troublemaker.
Your 4th album Fury of the Gods is currently doing well on the charts? Trouble is number 2 and The Shining is number 4. How does that feel?
MR: It feels amazing. This isn’t our first album to do well, but so much goes into them that we appreciate everything our fans do to make them do that well.
Your 2nd tour starts soon, is it going to be international or only domestic?
CD: It’s going to be international. We’re going to start in Maria [Rambeau] and I’s home town of Louisiana and end in Maria’s hometown of Chicago.
What can fans expect from the tour? Any surprises or new music?
MH: Both. I have a big surprise planned at the end of the tour.
Could you elaborate?
MH: Nope.
MR: [laughing] You’re not going to get anything out of her. She’s like a vault.
Your fans have often stated that you 3 are lesbian icons and being in mainstream media has helped them be comfortable with themselves. How does it feel to know that?
MR: There weren’t many people who looked like me in the media, let alone were lesbians too. When I get letters from fans and or meet them, they always thank me for making them feel seen, and I realize I’m the role model I never had.
CD: When I grew up, there weren’t any lesbians to look up too, so I’m happy to be the person I never had.
MH: Like Carol said, she’s happy to the person she never had and so am I. I didn’t grow up with a supportive family, so if I can be one person’s support system, then I’ll be that.
russian roulette interview with vanity fair
When you hear the phrase ‘Russian Roulette’ you may think of the deadly game played with a gun; but if you’re a music fan you think of the Eastern European band. The band composed of Russian sisters Natalia ‘Natasha’ Romanoff and Yelena Belova, and Sokovian native Wanda Maximoff are signed to Avengers Inc. These 3 queer women (Natasha is a lesbian, Wanda is pansexual, and Yelena is an asexual lesbian) dropped their 3rd album Melodrama on Friday and fans are obsessed.
Band Members Wanda Maximoff and Yelena Belova are in a relationship and have been for 5 years. The couple recently got engaged. Natasha’s relationship status is unknown.
“So, Wanda, Yelena, who proposed to who?”
WM: Yelena actually proposed with an acoustic version of Everything I Wanted. This was before anyone aside from her and Natasha had heard it, so I was shocked to say the least. [laughs] I cried like a baby.
That sounds beautiful. Yelena, what was the inspiration behind the song?
YB: I had this recurring dream — it was a nightmare really — that Wanda would one day leave me. Her leaving was a thought that was always in the back of my head, especially after I came out as asexual. However, the reality was completely different. Wanda was so accepting of it and even did research to get a better understanding of what asexuality was and how to navigate our relationship. The song was an expression of how I had been feeling at the time.
Natasha, the song Cinnamon Girl is on this album. In previous interviews, you said the song would remain unreleased. What changed your mind?
NR: It felt right. I was finally ready to let it go and share it with the world.
What was the inspiration behind the song?
NR: When I wrote Cinnamon Girl, I was healing from a bad relationship that had happened 2 years prior. I had also been in a relationship for 5 months with the woman I’m currently married to. At the time, she didn't know many details of that relationship, just how it affected me, but she was so patient and loving and it was new to me. I didn't know how to express my feelings, so I wrote them in a song which she heard me playing. I opened up to her that night and a few days later, she helped me finish it.
How long have you been married?
NR: Since 2013, and that’s all I’m saying on the matter.
Natasha, Lesbian Fury singer Maria Hill recently revealed she’s married. Many fans have speculated that since you run in the same
circles, that you’re her wife. What do you have to say to that?
NR: My wife’s gonna be pissed. [laughs] However, I will say that Maria Hill would be lucky to have me as her wife.
Melodrama came out Friday and so far the top 3 favorites from fans have been Sober II, Sorry, and Love in the Dark. What are your favorites from the album?
YB: Coming Down. I rarely say this because she gets a big head about it, but Natasha is an excellent song writer and Coming Down is some of her best work. Which isn’t surprising considering she wrote it about her wife and Natalia always writes the best songs about her.
NR: That is the nicest thing you’ve said about me all week.
WM: Supercut. I just love it. And I think it’s beautiful. I’m actually the one who picked it for the album because it’s my favorite.
NR: Simple, Miss Americana & The Heartbreak Prince.
Can we expect a tour soon?
YB: You’ll just have to wait and see.
Your fans have talked about how you’re all so inspiring to them and how being unapologetically yourselves has helped them; what do you have to say to that?
WM: Honestly, if we can help even one person feel like themselves, then it’s worth it. I love knowing that our music and personalities help others.
YB: When I was figuring out my sexuality, Natasha was the only one who knew and even then, I was scared to tell her. She helped me come to terms with myself and if I happen to be the person that they need, then I’ll be that.
NR: Everyone needs someone and if we’re not able to reply to all the fans, or see them in person; knowing that we’re able to reach all of them is everything I’ve dreamed of.
natasha and maria’s house; location unknown
Maria walked into her and Natasha’s house exhausted. She loved her job but it could be tiring with all the press and media. It’s even worse because she can’t be seen with Nat out in public so they haven’t been able to have much time together even though they were at the same place at the same time. She left her suitcase by the door, she’d get it later. Right now, she just wants to be with her wife while she can.
”Nat, you home?” she called out into the quiet house. Natasha was supposed to be home before she was.
“Upstairs!” Natasha called back. Maria ran up the stairs, taking two at a time. She finally got to their room and saw Natasha lying on the bed watching a movie.
“Mia!” Nat exclaimed when Maria jumped on her. “I haven’t seen you in almost 2 months, you’ll be okay.” Maria mumbled against her neck. Natasha smiled softly and ran her fingers through dark locks. “I missed you too.”
“C’mon, I have a surprise for you.” Natasha said after a few minutes. Maria sat up and allowed Nat to get up. Natasha held out her hand for Maria to take and led her to the bathroom. There was a bubble bath drawn and Maria’s favorite candle was lit. “We haven’t had any us time and I thought this would be perfect.” Natasha smiled sweetly. They took their clothes off and Maria got in first and Nat said in her lap.
“I love you. And I feel like without our jobs we don’t see each other enough, so I don’t get to say it in person as much as I want to; but I love you with all my heart.” Maria whispered to Nat. Natasha blushed, a soft smile on her face. “I love you too and I’ve been thinking…I want to announce our relationship. Our 10 year anniversary is coming up and I think it’d be perfect.” Natasha was kind of nervous about Maria’s reaction. When they decided to go to their respective bands, they made the decision to not talk about their relationship for privacy reasons. Now, they don’t really care. They have such little privacy already being celebrities, the only difference is, they’d actually be able to be seen together.
“I think we should and I have the perfect idea. Maria, Carol, and I have been working on a song and we wanted a feature on it. I think you’d be perfect for it, especially because I wrote it about you. We’re going to perform it for the first time at the end of our tour, which would give us more than enough time to get everything set. What do you say?” Maria explained. She had been thinking about this for a while and couldn’t decide how to bring up the topic to Natasha and was happy she was able to do it in person.
Natasha turned a little so she was facing Maria. “I think it’s perfect. The fans aren’t gonna know what hit them.” She smiled before giving Maria a kiss.
Tonight, they would enjoy the peace and quiet they had right now as a couple cause in 2 months, that peace and quiet would be gone.
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KNOWING YOUR PARTNER WELL CAN POTENTIALLY MAKE WRITING TOGETHER A LOT EASIER.
○ NAME: Mojito
○ PRONOUNS: He/him
○ PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION: Pretty chill! Tumblr IM’s are great if we’re newly acquainted, but I prefer Discord for any ongoing communication as it’s easier for me to snag. I do live in perma-offline lurking mode there though so be sure to just message whenever!
○ NAME OF MUSE(S): Thor Odinson (on this blog. I also run a multimuse at @compassofsouls with canon and oc mix, and Scott Lang at @minimizexaggrandize)
○ EXPERIENCE/HOW LONG (MONTHS/YEARS?): 15-17 years ish??
○ PLATFORMS YOU’VE USED: Everything from AIM/MSN/Skype to custom-built sites to forums too numerous to count! man I miss the days of proboards and invisionfree. Dabbled in so many fandoms too!
○ BEST EXPERIENCE: Too many! Aside from the friendships which go without saying as the best part, there have been so many hilarious, angsty or exciting plots over the years
○ RP PET PEEVES / DEALBREAKERS: Honestly it’s a goes-without-saying “don’t be an asshole” kinda thing for dealbreakers: lots of drama, poor behaviour, that sort of thing.
○ FLUFF, ANGST, OR SMUT: All! I’m a big lover of all genres having their place as part of a varied set of threads, and that always gives me something to jump for if I’m not feeling one particular thing on a night. Slice-of-life and fluff are super cute, but I do feel they need a little more plotting/direction else they fizzle out quickly or become repetitive. Action/adventure is super under-appreciated and I loooove a good fight, adventure, or dramatic escape kinda deal :D Hurt/comfort is great for some relationship building when it’s on a fair balance and it’s not always the same one muse always expected to do the comforting. I am frequently bapped with a rolled up newspaper by partners for going too hard on the angst train >:) and as for smut? I’m stunned how little Thor’s gotten here over the years even though he’s open to it tbh xD I’m open to all of it, especially as a means to develop character relationships and explore their dynamics.
○ PLOTS OR MEMES: Light/moderate plot and memes! Heavy plotting can work in the right circumstances, but I best enjoy having a skeleton of a plot arced out (”XYZ happens, then maybe they do ABC and can wind up at F!”) and then go ham with everything in between without need for pre-establishing details. Memes are FANTASTIC for some casual banter and creating in-jokes or incidents muses can reference, but I don’t prefer them as the bulk of my writing. Memes which organically develop into a full thread with a plot have been some of my favourites.
○ LONG OR SHORT REPLIES: Whatever fits the situation, I’ll adapt as the thread/s call for it. I’m kind of a mixed bag where brevity always feels right for the pace of something action-based, but angst will tend to lean longer as there’s usually a lot more room for internal reflection. I don’t tend to worry about matching partners too closely as long as either side have enough to go on in their next reply without being left miles behind.
That being said, with time constraints I prefer to lean towards less lengthy replies, tell myself I’ll whip up a brief post, then get overexcited and waffle on xD especially with my less-loved muses or OC’s: their replies tend to run a bit longer because I’m so desperate to actually have the chance to write them!
○ BEST TIME TO WRITE: Evening or mid-afternoon if I’ve got the time
○ ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S): Oooh not sure if that’s really for me to say or y’all who know me best, right? I mean he’s a massive Asgardian deity yeeting through space and lifting things heavier than cars like nbd and I am a reclusive lil chihuahua of a human lmao. He’s certainly more sociable and confident! I guess we’re both painfully stubborn, impulsive, loyal; love to eat, love animals/nature, have a complex family dynamic and identity issues out the wazoo. I used to have to wear an eye patch as a kid and may well lose sight in one eye over the years, so I guess there’s also that xD
Give me his height, physique and braidable hair, tho. Damn.
TAGGED BY: stolen from @benevolentgodloki
TAGGING: Anyone who fancies it and hasn’t done it yet!
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Holidays 5.14
Holidays
Armed Forces/Amateur Radio Crossband Test Day
Bond with Your Dog Day
Carlsbad Caverns Day
Childhood Apraxia of Speech Awareness Day
Drunk Driving Memorial Day
Fahrenheit Day
Ferdowsi Day (Iran)
Flag Day (Paraguay)
Hastings Banda Day (Malawi)
Help Clean Up Your Street Day
International Chihuahua Appreciation Day
International Day of Prayer for Eastern Christians
International Dylan Thomas Day (a.k.a. Dylan Day)
International Ring 14 Day
Kamuzu Day (Malawi)
Mary Seacole Day (UK)
Midnight Sun at North Cape (Norway)
Molecular Gastronomy Day
Motorcycle Riders Day
National Bruce Day
National Dance Like a Chicken Day
National Day of Safety for Tow Truck Operators (Canada)
National Decency Day
National Good Hair Day
National Metaverse Day
National Mills Day (UK)
National ODP Day (UK)
National Om Day
National Travel Insurance Claims Day
National Underground America Day
National Unification Day (Liberia)
Online Romance Day
Resistance and Liberation Day (Lebanon)
Rose Day (South Korea)
Sex Differences in Health Awareness Day
Spinal Cord Injury Awareness Day
Stars and Stripes Forever Day
Underground America Day
World Topiary Day
World Verbal Dyspraxia Awareness Day
Food & Drink Celebrations
Brewster's Day
Buttermilk Biscuit Day
Marshmallow Fluff Day
National Brioche Day
2nd Sunday in May
Bring Mom Out For a Beer Day [2nd Sunday]
Children’s Day (Spain) [2nd Sunday]
Lilac Sunday [2nd Sunday]
MILF Appreciation Day [2nd Sunday]
Mother’s at the Wall [2nd Sunday]
Mother's Day (US) [2nd Sunday]
National Sports Sunday (UK) [2nd Sunday]
National Veal Ban Action Day [2nd Sunday]
Rural Life Sunday [2nd Sunday]
Soil Stewardship Sunday [2nd Sunday]
Ziua Tatălui (România) [2nd Sunday]
Independence Days
Israel (Declared, 1948)
Paraguay (from Spain, 1811)
Tavil (Declared; 2020) [unrecognized]
Wintroopstan (Declared; 2015) [unrecognized]
Feast Days
Augustus (Positivist; Saint)
Baabra Sheep (Muppetism)
Baisakhi (Vaisakhi; Sikh)
Boniface of Tarsus, the fourth of the Ice Saints (Christian; Saint)
Carthagh, Bishop of Lismore (Christian; Saint)
Eid al-Fitr celebrations continue (Islam)
Engelmund of Velsen (Christian; Saint)
Gefjon’s Blot (Pagan)
Izumo-taisha Shrine Grand Festival begins (Shinto; Japan)
Mars Invictus Festival (Ancient Rome)
Matthias the Apostle (Roman Catholic Church, Anglican Communion)
Michael Garicoïts (Christian; Saint)
Mo Chutu of Lismore (Roman Catholic Church)
Monty Python Day (Pastafarian)
Pontius (Christian; Martyr)
Thomas Gainsborough (Artology)
Victor and Corona (Christian; Saint)
Wonder Warthog Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)
Lucky & Unlucky Days
Sakimake (先負 Japan) [Bad luck in the morning, good luck in the afternoon.]
Umu Limnu (Evil Day; Babylonian Calendar; 22 of 60)
Premieres
The Adventures of Robin Hood (Film; 1938)
All This Useless Beauty, by Elvis Costello (Album; 1996)
Barbie Girl, by Aqua (Song; 1997)
The Bee-Deviled Bruin (WB MM Cartoon; 1949)
Coffee and Cigarettes (Film; 2004)
Combat Rock, by the Clash (Album; 1982)
Conan the Barbarian (Film; 1982)
Good Bye Lenin! (Film; 2003)
The Hebrides (a.k.a. Fingal’s Cave), by Felix Mendelssohn (Concert Overture; 1832)
Hungary Hobos (Disney Cartoon; 1928)
Hyde and Go Tweet (WB MM Cartoon; 1960)
It’s Got Me Again! (WB MM Cartoon; 1932)
Lemonade, by Beyoncé (Album; 2016)
Letters to Juliet (Film; 2010)
Little Old Lady (from Pasadena), recorded by The Everly Brothers (Song; 1964)
A Midsummer Night’s Dream (Film; 1999)
Mighty Like a Rose, by Elvis Costello (Album; 1991)
My Dinner with Andre (Film; 1999)
Now That Summer is Gone (WB MM Cartoon; 1938)
One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish, by Dr. Seuss (Children’s Book; 1960)
People Got To Be Frees, recorded by The Rascals (Song; 1968)
The Platters, by The Platters (Album; 1956)
Robin Hood (Film; 2010)
Sailing the Seas of Cheese, by Primus (Album; 1991)
So Like Candy, by Elvis Costello (Song; 1991)
Troy (Film; 2004)
Unbelievable, by EMF (US Song; 1991)
Vapor Trails, by Rush (Album; 2002)
Washington Confidential, by Jack Last and Lee Mortimer (Book; 1951)
Water for Elephants, by Sara Gruen (Novel; 2011)
We Will Rock You (UK Musical; 2002)
Today’s Name Days
Bonifatius, Christian (Austria)
Mate, Matija, Matko (Croatia)
Bonifác (Czech Republic)
Kristian (Denmark)
Edith, Eede, Eedit (Estonia)
Tuula (Finland)
Aglaé, Matthias (France)
Bonifatius, Christian, Corona, Ismar, Pascal (Germany)
Aristotele, Isidoros (Greece)
Bonifác (Hungary)
Corona, Costanzo, Mattia (Italy)
Aiva, Duda, Elfa, Krišjānis, Krišs (Latvia)
Bonifacas, Gintarė, Teisutis (Lithuania)
Karsten, Kristen, Kristian (Norway)
Bończa, Bonifacy, Dobiesław, Jeremi, Jeremiasz, Wiktor, Wiktoriusz (Poland)
Isidor (România)
Irina (Russia)
Bonifác (Slovakia)
Matías (Spain)
Halvar, Halvard (Sweden)
Ashleigh, Ashley, Ashlie, Ashlyn, Ashlynn, Ashton, Berk, Berkeley, Bourke, Burgess, Burke (USA)
Today is Also…
Day of Year: Day 134 of 2024; 231 days remaining in the year
ISO: Day 7 of week 19 of 2023
Celtic Tree Calendar: Huath (Hawthorn) [Day 1 of 28]
Chinese: Month 3 (Bing-Chen), Day 25 (Ren-Shen)
Chinese Year of the: Rabbit 4721 (until February 10, 2024)
Hebrew: 23 Iyar 5783
Islamic: 23 Shawwal 1444
J Cal: 13 Bīja; Sixday [13 of 30]
Julian: 1 May 2023
Moon: 22%: Waning Crescent
Positivist: 22 Caesar (5th Month) [Augustus]
Runic Half Month: Ing (Expansive Energy) [Day 5 of 15]
Season: Spring (Day 56 of 90)
Zodiac: Taurus (Day 25 of 30)
Calendar Changes
Huath (Hawthorn) [Celtic Tree Calendar; Month 5 of 13]
May (a.k.a. Maius; Julian Calendar) [Month 5 of 12]
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Holidays
Armed Forces/Amateur Radio Crossband Test Day
Bond with Your Dog Day
Carlsbad Caverns Day
Childhood Apraxia of Speech Awareness Day
Drunk Driving Memorial Day
Fahrenheit Day
Ferdowsi Day (Iran)
Flag Day (Paraguay)
Hastings Banda Day (Malawi)
Help Clean Up Your Street Day
International Chihuahua Appreciation Day
International Day of Prayer for Eastern Christians
International Dylan Thomas Day (a.k.a. Dylan Day)
International Ring 14 Day
Kamuzu Day (Malawi)
Mary Seacole Day (UK)
Midnight Sun at North Cape (Norway)
Molecular Gastronomy Day
Motorcycle Riders Day
National Bruce Day
National Dance Like a Chicken Day
National Day of Safety for Tow Truck Operators (Canada)
National Decency Day
National Good Hair Day
National Metaverse Day
National Mills Day (UK)
National ODP Day (UK)
National Om Day
National Travel Insurance Claims Day
National Underground America Day
National Unification Day (Liberia)
Online Romance Day
Resistance and Liberation Day (Lebanon)
Rose Day (South Korea)
Sex Differences in Health Awareness Day
Spinal Cord Injury Awareness Day
Stars and Stripes Forever Day
Underground America Day
World Topiary Day
World Verbal Dyspraxia Awareness Day
Food & Drink Celebrations
Brewster's Day
Buttermilk Biscuit Day
Marshmallow Fluff Day
National Brioche Day
2nd Sunday in May
Bring Mom Out For a Beer Day [2nd Sunday]
Children’s Day (Spain) [2nd Sunday]
Lilac Sunday [2nd Sunday]
MILF Appreciation Day [2nd Sunday]
Mother’s at the Wall [2nd Sunday]
Mother's Day (US) [2nd Sunday]
National Sports Sunday (UK) [2nd Sunday]
National Veal Ban Action Day [2nd Sunday]
Rural Life Sunday [2nd Sunday]
Soil Stewardship Sunday [2nd Sunday]
Ziua Tatălui (România) [2nd Sunday]
Independence Days
Israel (Declared, 1948)
Paraguay (from Spain, 1811)
Tavil (Declared; 2020) [unrecognized]
Wintroopstan (Declared; 2015) [unrecognized]
Feast Days
Augustus (Positivist; Saint)
Baabra Sheep (Muppetism)
Baisakhi (Vaisakhi; Sikh)
Boniface of Tarsus, the fourth of the Ice Saints (Christian; Saint)
Carthagh, Bishop of Lismore (Christian; Saint)
Eid al-Fitr celebrations continue (Islam)
Engelmund of Velsen (Christian; Saint)
Gefjon’s Blot (Pagan)
Izumo-taisha Shrine Grand Festival begins (Shinto; Japan)
Mars Invictus Festival (Ancient Rome)
Matthias the Apostle (Roman Catholic Church, Anglican Communion)
Michael Garicoïts (Christian; Saint)
Mo Chutu of Lismore (Roman Catholic Church)
Monty Python Day (Pastafarian)
Pontius (Christian; Martyr)
Thomas Gainsborough (Artology)
Victor and Corona (Christian; Saint)
Wonder Warthog Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)
Lucky & Unlucky Days
Sakimake (先負 Japan) [Bad luck in the morning, good luck in the afternoon.]
Umu Limnu (Evil Day; Babylonian Calendar; 22 of 60)
Premieres
The Adventures of Robin Hood (Film; 1938)
All This Useless Beauty, by Elvis Costello (Album; 1996)
Barbie Girl, by Aqua (Song; 1997)
The Bee-Deviled Bruin (WB MM Cartoon; 1949)
Coffee and Cigarettes (Film; 2004)
Combat Rock, by the Clash (Album; 1982)
Conan the Barbarian (Film; 1982)
Good Bye Lenin! (Film; 2003)
The Hebrides (a.k.a. Fingal’s Cave), by Felix Mendelssohn (Concert Overture; 1832)
Hungary Hobos (Disney Cartoon; 1928)
Hyde and Go Tweet (WB MM Cartoon; 1960)
It’s Got Me Again! (WB MM Cartoon; 1932)
Lemonade, by Beyoncé (Album; 2016)
Letters to Juliet (Film; 2010)
Little Old Lady (from Pasadena), recorded by The Everly Brothers (Song; 1964)
A Midsummer Night’s Dream (Film; 1999)
Mighty Like a Rose, by Elvis Costello (Album; 1991)
My Dinner with Andre (Film; 1999)
Now That Summer is Gone (WB MM Cartoon; 1938)
One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish, by Dr. Seuss (Children’s Book; 1960)
People Got To Be Frees, recorded by The Rascals (Song; 1968)
The Platters, by The Platters (Album; 1956)
Robin Hood (Film; 2010)
Sailing the Seas of Cheese, by Primus (Album; 1991)
So Like Candy, by Elvis Costello (Song; 1991)
Troy (Film; 2004)
Unbelievable, by EMF (US Song; 1991)
Vapor Trails, by Rush (Album; 2002)
Washington Confidential, by Jack Last and Lee Mortimer (Book; 1951)
Water for Elephants, by Sara Gruen (Novel; 2011)
We Will Rock You (UK Musical; 2002)
Today’s Name Days
Bonifatius, Christian (Austria)
Mate, Matija, Matko (Croatia)
Bonifác (Czech Republic)
Kristian (Denmark)
Edith, Eede, Eedit (Estonia)
Tuula (Finland)
Aglaé, Matthias (France)
Bonifatius, Christian, Corona, Ismar, Pascal (Germany)
Aristotele, Isidoros (Greece)
Bonifác (Hungary)
Corona, Costanzo, Mattia (Italy)
Aiva, Duda, Elfa, Krišjānis, Krišs (Latvia)
Bonifacas, Gintarė, Teisutis (Lithuania)
Karsten, Kristen, Kristian (Norway)
Bończa, Bonifacy, Dobiesław, Jeremi, Jeremiasz, Wiktor, Wiktoriusz (Poland)
Isidor (România)
Irina (Russia)
Bonifác (Slovakia)
Matías (Spain)
Halvar, Halvard (Sweden)
Ashleigh, Ashley, Ashlie, Ashlyn, Ashlynn, Ashton, Berk, Berkeley, Bourke, Burgess, Burke (USA)
Today is Also…
Day of Year: Day 134 of 2024; 231 days remaining in the year
ISO: Day 7 of week 19 of 2023
Celtic Tree Calendar: Huath (Hawthorn) [Day 1 of 28]
Chinese: Month 3 (Bing-Chen), Day 25 (Ren-Shen)
Chinese Year of the: Rabbit 4721 (until February 10, 2024)
Hebrew: 23 Iyar 5783
Islamic: 23 Shawwal 1444
J Cal: 13 Bīja; Sixday [13 of 30]
Julian: 1 May 2023
Moon: 22%: Waning Crescent
Positivist: 22 Caesar (5th Month) [Augustus]
Runic Half Month: Ing (Expansive Energy) [Day 5 of 15]
Season: Spring (Day 56 of 90)
Zodiac: Taurus (Day 25 of 30)
Calendar Changes
Huath (Hawthorn) [Celtic Tree Calendar; Month 5 of 13]
May (a.k.a. Maius; Julian Calendar) [Month 5 of 12]
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Realization
Pairing: Kyoutani x Reader, Iwaizumi x Reader (one-sided)
Genre: SFW, Coming to terms with feelings, Meet Ugly, Falling in Love, Slow Burn, Fluff
Prompt: Meet Ugly
Summary: There’s a difference between liking someone and liking the “idea��� of someone.
A/N: This is for the HQHQ SFW Meet Ugly collab. Check out the masterlist here and be sure to read all the other talent-packed content on this list!
“Thanks for all your hard work.”
Your face heats, a flustered smile and giggle escaping you as you grin at Iwaizumi, heart soaring from his praise, chest constricting at how handsome he looks when his lips twitch upwards. It’s only a brief moment, but it means the world to you. You begin to bow in respect to your senpai, only to be cut short, both your heads sharply turning towards the gym door as it slams open with a loud bang.
And just like that, Kyoutani Kentarou has ruined your special moment as he determinedly stares at Iwaizumi who merely sighs at the familiar sight of the second-year. Funny how Kyoutani finds himself at the volleyball gymnasium more now that he’s left the team than when he actually used to be on it.
“Race me.”
You sympathetically smile at Iwaizumi before scurrying off to help put away the rest of the gym equipment as the ace begins to make his way towards his underclassman, tuning out the typical scene, knowing how it’ll end, how it always ends. And sure enough, it’s another indisputable win for Iwaizumi.
Iwaizumi - 31 Kyoutani - 0
For someone who’s in your class and your year, you hardly know a thing about Kyoutani other than the fact that he’s as sullen and silent in the classroom as he is outside of it. But as you curiously turn your attention to his figure slumped on top of his desk as you wait for your homeroom teacher to arrive, you have to admit his tenacity is...admirable to say the least.
Aoba Johsai is renowned for its volleyball team and although you hadn’t known a thing about the sport, you were easily swayed by your friends and classmates into watching a game, interested in seeing what the big deal was about. In all fairness, you’re not sure if you necessarily like the sport itself any more than you did that first game. But when you saw Iwaizumi Hajime spike a ball, you were instantly hooked.
Everyone and their mom is smitten with Oikawa Tooru and while you can appreciate your senpai’s charisma, skills, and attractiveness, it’s sharp green eyes and a strong and silent demeanor that captures your heart.
One game turns into two. Two games turn into three. Before you know it you’re donning a teal shirt, shouting and cheering the team on as an official member of the Aoba Johsai Cheer team.
The entire team is treated with almost reverence and certainly respect. So imagine your surprise when you’re watching them practice and a loud growl suddenly echoes throughout the room, Kyoutani stalking towards Iwaizumi with almost hostile aggression. You nervously fidget, unsure if you should do anything, worried he might hurt your crush. You’ve heard the stories of the infamous Mad Dog and his temper, but you can’t imagine Iwaizumi doing anything to warrant any of the younger boy’s anger.
Yet no one else seems to be concerned, the third-years briefly glancing at the two before continuing on with practice. So you stay put, intently watching the unfolding scene, only to rapidly bink in shock when Kyoutani barks at Iwaizumi to arm wrestle. And like a surprisingly addicting reality show, you can’t tear your eyes away as Iwaizumi easily agrees and proceeds to win, as Kyoutani scowls but politely (albeit stiffly) bows in respect to the ace before angrily storming out like a dog with its tail between his legs.
But much like a reality show that plays on the same trope over and over again, you also begin to barely acknowledge the strange daily competitions Kyoutani instigates, just wryly shaking your head in amusement when you hear Kyoutani’s familiar snarl, internally praising Iwaizumi for his patience and good-natured spirit as he goes along with Kyoutani’s whims.
Cut to a few months later, you worriedly gaze at Iwaizumi who looks worse for wear, hovering over him to make sure he’s hydrated as he holds a cool towel to his forehead while he sits on the bench, taking an uncharacteristic break.
“Iwaizumi-senpai, maybe you should go home if you’re not feeling well. It’s not good to push yourself too hard if you’re sick.”
The brunette groans in agreement, sheepishly grinning at your concerned face.
“Alright, alright. Stop looking at me like I’m going to die. I’ll go home-”
He’s cut off by the gym door slamming open and both of you whip your heads again once more as Kyoutani storms towards you two.
“Race me.”
“Not today, Kyoutani. I’m not feeling well-”
“Chickening out? Didn’t take you for someone who lets a little cold-”
“SHUT UP!”
Both boys instantaneously stiffen and quiet down, staring at you wide-eyed and in shock. But you’re not done and you stomp towards Kyoutani, turning yourself into a flimsy barrier between your rude classmate and your senpai, getting between the two and shoving your finger in Kyoutani’s chest.
“Iwaizumi-senpai is sick and he’s going to go home and rest. He’s not going to play your stupid little games that you always lose anyway and you’re going to walk away and stop being so rude to your upperclassman.”
If you weren’t so fired up, you might be proud at how you’ve flabbergasted your fellow hot-headed classmate, leaving him speechless as he stares at you, mouth gaping. But a fire is blazing inside of you and you bare your fangs at him.
“Go. AWAY!”
Your raised voice hits a chord in Kyoutani and there’s tense silence as both of you practically growl at each other before he shoves his hands in his pockets and storms off, muttering angrily under his breath. But when the gym door clangs shut behind him, all your bravado dissipates and you curl in on yourself in embarrassment as you feel everyone’s eyes still on you.
But you startle when a loud raucous laughter fills the air and you turn to pout at Iwaizumi who’s howling in between coughs and sneezes.
“What’s so funny?”
You don’t mean for the question to be as sharp as it is and you cringe when you hear the defensiveness in your own ears, an apology already on your tongue. But your words get stuck in your throat as your body heat skyrockets when a calloused hand endearingly ruffles your head.
“Thanks for standing up for me. I didn’t realize I had such a scary guard dog.”
You shyly look into playful green eyes, only to whine in protest and wrinkle your nose in distaste as he continues on.
“You remind me of Kyoutani when you get fired up.”
“Yeah! It’s like watching two angry chihuahuas go at it. Scary~”
“Shut up, Shittykawa!”
You exchange smug grins with Iwaizumi as Oikawa dramatically complains about the volleyball sized bruise on his forehead before the two of you walk back home together, already leaving the day’s events behind you.
Or at least you tried to.
You can feel eyes boring holes into your head as class drags on and you don’t need to turn to know who it is. Ever since your little showdown, Kyoutani has made it a point to keep you in his sight, staring at you throughout class, only scoffing in return when you snarkily tell him that as smart as you are, he might find it more helpful to actually take notes from the blackboard in the front of the classroom.
Should you be more unnerved by the fact that you’ve caught his interest and that he can’t seem to keep his eyes off you? Maybe. But you don’t feel any creepiness or danger from his intense gaze and if you’re honest, you find it disturbingly cute (although you’d die before you admit it). It reminds you of a cautious puppy trying to study and gauge another puppy who’s entered their home and space.
You suppose you’re passing whatever mental examinations he’s running you through when he unexpectedly joins you at your lunch table one day and you find you don’t mind the comfortable silence that settles around the two of you as you continue on with your meals like nothing is out of the ordinary.
It’s subtle, so subtle that you don’t really notice your newfound closeness until Yahaba briefly mentions it one day as you’re helping the team clean up.
“When did Kyoutani and you become so close?”
Close?
That’s not a word you’d necessarily use to describe your relationship, but as you ponder his question, you can’t deny where he’s coming from. Kyoutani has become something of a protective shadow, appearing out of nowhere as you make your way to and from school, rudely pulling you back whenever he deems you too close to the side of the street as cars zoom by, hostilely growling at men who come too close to you on crowded train cars, smacking more than a hand or two that drift too close to the hem of your skirt.
And in return you’ve found yourself mindlessly blabbering on and on to him, telling him whatever’s on your mind, nosily peeking over his shoulder and correcting mistakes you notice in his homework, passing bites of food from your bento to his.
Close. The two of you are close. Something warm flutters in your chest at that realization.
It’s like a veil has been lifted from your eyes and you suddenly really see Kyoutani for the first time as the two of you walk to and from school and classes. You see the lean toned muscles of his forearm as he insists on holding your bag for you. You see the well-meaning soul behind all the barks and feral eyes. And suddenly the weight of his eyes on you feels heavier than before and you unconsciously move to pat the rumples out of your skirt and shirt and make sure your makeup is intact.
You find your own eyes straying towards his figure as he furrows his brows in concentration, paying attention to the scrawled equations on the board. You no longer ignore his daily competitions with Iwaizumi, surprising yourself with your sudden quiet internal wish for Kyoutani to win as you watch the two race and wrestle against each other. Meanwhile unknown to you, narrowed eyes hone in on the comfortable companionship between Iwaizumi and you, something uncomfortable churning in Kyoutani’s stomach as he observes the carefree way you smile and laugh at everything the ace says.
Kyoutani and you have been assigned to classroom cleaning duties and both of you work in an easy natural harmony, comfortably maneuvering around each other as you sweep and wipe down the room. So you’re surprised when you bump into a hard object, turning around in confusion and coming face to face with Kyoutani who is intensely staring you down.
“What do you like about Iwaizumi?”
You’re stunned, mouth wildly moving around as you try to form words, but no sounds come out.
Your crush on Iwaizumi is a poorly kept secret. You’ve never been subtle and you have an inkling even the vice-captain himself is well-aware of your feelings for him. So it’s not Kyoutani’s awareness of it that’s leaving you speechless. It’s your instinctual response of denial that shocks you to your core.
“I- don’t like Iwaizumi?”
There’s silence as Kyoutani narrows his eyes and stares at you in a mixture of disbelief and confusion.
“Was that a question?”
“Shh! I’m trying to think.”
Kyoutani rolls his eyes, but he settles on top of a nearby desk, patiently waiting and watching as your thoughts race.
You like Iwaizumi. You’ve always liked Iwaizumi. But you wonder if you’ve ever truly liked the upperclassman in the way you believe you did. He’s hard working, responsible, kind, handsome, and physically gifted. He’s a man’s man, someone who everyone looks up to. He’s the shiny glossy page of a magazine that catches your eyes, showing you a vision of a picture perfect world you wildly create and build in your mind. He’s the older brother and mentor you’ve always wanted. He’s protection, comfort, and guidance. But even then, he’s always at arm’s length, on a pedestal you’ve forced him on, unattainable, unreachable. He’s not Kyoutani.
Kyoutani. Rude, gruff, brash Kyoutani with his few words and feral snarls. He’s not Kyoutani and yet when you think of bleached hair, your heart starts pounding and you instinctively want to lean in towards the silent wall of lean muscles that hovers around you, keeping you safe, listening to every word you say. You think of countless meals, walks, and hangout/study sessions. You think of sharp words and growls mixed in with laughter and fondness.
Iwaizumi is just a pretty pipe dream you’ve concocted. He’s a great senpai, a good man, who you've used as the center of your rose-tinted imagination. But you don’t really know him. Not the way you know Kyoutani. Your feelings for Iwaizumi are silly, whimsy, fluffy and cloud-like, a vapid perfect world that doesn’t exist. Not like the raw and tangible bolts you feel around Kyoutani as the two of you bicker about who has the right answer on their homework when your responses differ, excitedly talk about your favorite dog breed, or discover your new go-to fried chicken place together by accident one day while the two of you are aimlessly strolling through town.
You like Iwaizumi, but you like Kyoutani.
It’s like a lightbulb has flipped on over your head, but you know you’ve been silent for too long when movement catches your attention from the corner of your eyes and you turn to see Kyoutani’s legs beginning to impatiently fidget.
“I don’t like Iwaizumi.”
The conviction in your words startles both of you, but you continue on.
“I saw him spike a ball and my mind got carried away. That’s all.”
There’s so much left unsaid, so much implied and yet, somehow you know Kyoutani understands what you really mean when he abruptly stands up and reaches for both your school bags, carrying them on his shoulder as the two of you exit the classroom, an uncharacteristic softness in his next words.
“Yeah, he’s a pretty cool guy...for an upperclassman.”
No one pays any mind as the gym doors slam open at practice yet again, but heads turn when Kyoutani turns his back on Iwaizumi and makes his way towards Oikawa who’s curiously staring at the approaching second-year.
“I want to rejoin the volleyball team and I’m going to be the ace after Iwaizumi graduates.”
Chaos erupts as people choke on their water bottles, surprised and outraged exclamations and whispers flooding the space. But as irritating as Oikawa can be, you have to admit he’s always been good at finding and honing potential, at swaying people to his ways. And you beam in surprise and excitement as Kyoutani begins to warm-up with the team, stretching and jogging amongst a sea of teal.
You’re jolted back to attention when someone sits next to you, smiling at Iwaizumi who drinks some water as he observes Kyoutani.
“You have something to do with this?”
You balk at the hidden connotation of his words. As if you’d have any influence on stubborn, strong-willed Kyoutani who’s always done what he wants and you fervently shake your head side to side in denial.
“Me??? I’m just as surprised as you are. If he doesn’t even listen to you, what makes you think he’d even hear what I have to say-”
You’re silenced by the loud echo of your name being called, turning your head to the middle of the court where the team is lining up, getting ready to practice their spikes, looking at the second-year who’s scowling at you. (If Iwaizumi notices the way Kyoutani’s glare deepens when he notices the ace sitting so close to you, he wisely doesn’t bring it up.)
“Watch me spike.”
Your jaw drops at the demanding statement, indignation beginning to fester in you as you get ready to retort and tell him he can’t tell you what to do, let alone interrupt practice to order you around. But then you remember…
“I saw him spike a ball and my mind got carried away.”
There’s no way that’s why he’s…
And yet…
You clamp your mouth shut, eyes carefully watching as he bounds towards the net, leg muscles contracting and expanding as he leaps in the air, arm swinging overhead, a resounding smack filling the air as he slams the ball over the net. It’s mere seconds and yet it feels like eternity to you as Kyoutani eagerly whips his head towards you the second he lands back on the ground, making sure you were watching, You’re not sure how the gut-twisting awe and pride you feel translates onto your face, but it must if the slight upwards twitch of his lips are any indication as he makes his way towards the back of the line, getting ready to do it all over again
“Congratulations. I think you’ve officially bumped me down to number two on Kyoutani’s ‘people I give a shit about’ list.”
“Senpai, it’s not like that!”
“Yet. It’s not like that yet.”
There’s a pause as you can’t bring yourself to deny his words, something hopeful and nervous twining and entangling your beating heart at the heavy underlying meaning of Iwaizumi’s words. But you wince, crashing back to reality when a finger roughly pokes your forehead, any complaints dying on your tongue when you see the softest knowing look in green eyes.
“I’m happy for you and I wish the two of you all my best.”
To anyone else, they’re sweet words. That’s all. But you know better. You can see the official rejection of your unconfessed feelings in the way Iwaizumi carefully chooses his words. You can feel the acknowledgement of your past feelings for him in the way his hand gently, but firmly grips your shoulder in consolation and reassurance before he trudges back to practice himself.
Yet it doesn’t hurt the way you thought it would and as your heart bids a final fond farewell to the brown-haired, green-eyed protagonist of your past dreams, you turn to Kyoutani, ready to begin a new real adventure together.
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Prelude - It took me three evenings to write this (EW that’s the longest I've ever taken) and it’s RLLY long (almost 10k) so be warned. The style is mean’t to be jumbled, grammatically incorrect, and awful, rushed, and incoherent. My day-to-day life process is like this but worse lol and I wanted to capture just the feeling of bad that exists. Have fun.
(Ps Kirishima is the subtlest of creeps here. Def a stalker, but good at lying, and reader is too gullible.)
Pairing - Yandere Kirishima X GN Reader
Warnings - anxiety, panic attack, non con, NSFW, idk the usual.
Music - https://open.spotify.com/track/1qFMIjTe9esCDiytqUY19t?si=RrkIvlXMReyT6CYKEh6xdw
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Oh god, is that Pro-Hero Red Riot?
Your hands tremble as you lift your drink to your lips, take a shaky sip.
It feels too hot in here, is it hot? You scream internally.
Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.
Red Riot, your favorite Pro-Hero in the entire world, was currently standing in line at Starbucks, looking up at the menu with his big, dumb, handsome face. He was wearing his hero costume - meaning he was on-duty, abs out and mask on.
As usual, you had ordered your regular drink, immediately sat down (always the blue armchair by the window, the one with the little table next to it). Normally you ignored each little tinkling of the bell above the door, the sound signaling another person entering the coffee shop. You just wanted to nurse your drink and look at stupid memes on your phone, try to gas yourself up for the day ahead, convince yourself that you would be able to get through whatever life decides to throw at you.
A particularly violent shake of the bell had your head snapping up, the loud noise startling you.
And holy fuck.
Red Riot.
Your cheeks were burning as you lowered your eyes to your phone, knowing that the big man was moving up in line, then ordering, then probably moving to wait near the drink pickup.
Looking up was out of the question - you didn’t want to ogle the Hero and make him feel uncomfortable, or for him to catch sight of your stupid blushing.
You almost dropped your drink the next time you raised it to your lips, your hands were so sweaty.
And of course that little slip-up had your heart beating ever faster, embarrassed that you had almost made a mess all over yourself, self conscious that someone had seen, oh god, what if people were looking at you, thought you were dumb and couldn’t even drink correctly? Oh god.
You set your drink back onto the little table at your side. A quick glance upward (to check the clock, that’s where your eyes went) and you could see Red Riot out of the corner of your eye, smiling as he took a picture with a fan as they both waited for their respective drinks.
Wouldn’t that be cool, to get a picture with him? But oh, that would mean you’d have to stand up, stumble over awkwardly towards him. Could you leave your drink on the side table? Would your seat be taken before you got back?
The hero would probably be able to spot you from a mile away, see how weirdly you walk, how your body looked. The thought made you cringe; he was so muscled and fit and in-shape, he’d probably think you were fat, or maybe weak? He’d be disgusted, wouldn’t he.
If you managed to get close enough to ask him if he wouldn’t mind taking a picture with you, he’d have to hear your voice crack, see how you shook like a tiny chihuahua from nervousness, see how sweaty and flushed you were from the embarrassment of being alive, of being seen.
God, you hated yourself.
You could never approach the Pro-hero and ask for a picture. He’d see how revolting, how weird and nervous and pathetic you were.
Plus, you’d already talked to the barista to get your coffee, had walked to the coffeeshop all by yourself and committed yourself to the horrifying ordeal of being known and seen by society. You’d done enough today to make your anxiety skyrocket, your hands were already shaking so bad, it’s a miracle you hadn’t dropped your drink or your phone or done something stupid and embarrassing to call attention to yourself.
“Red Riot!”
Your eyes flickered up at the barista shouting, saw Red Riot smile and compliment the barista as they handed over his drink, something large and brightly colored and sporting an ungodly amount of whipped cream on top.
Red Riot left the Starbucks, the bell above the door jingling just as violently as it had when he had entered - the man was enthusiastic about seemingly everything, even opening and closing a door.
That’s actually one of the reasons he was your favorite. Red Riot was so confident and self assured, beaming with positivity and kindness. It was clear to see that he loved his job, that he loved life. Of course, you had seen him have bad days - in a few of the interviews after big rescues or horrific fights, his smile seemed to waver a bit, his eyes getting misty as the casualties were mentioned.
But that just showed he was human. Sensitive.
You grabbed your drink again, grimaced as nausea washed over you in a gentle wave. You were such a nervous wreck. But Red Riot had left - the only people here now were the employees and the people waiting in line. You just prayed none of them would pay attention or take notice of you.
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He was here again.
Holy fuck, he was here again!
This time you weren’t as nervous (a mild feeling of excitement could be felt), you could actually drink out of your Starbucks cup without shaking like a leaf.
The redheaded hero had gotten his drink already, once again something large and colorful and probably loaded with sugar. But instead of leaving immediately, he moved to sit down and holy fuck - holy fuck he was walking right past you.
You didn’t want to look up, didn’t want to draw attention to yourself by moving - humans will subconsciously look towards movement, you knew that. But he walked further, you saw him sit down by the corner window, settling into the seat comfortably. He was wearing his hero outfit again, abs rippling as he leaned back, and out of the corner of your eye you could see him fiddling with his mask before taking it off and chucking onto the table in front of him.
Ah, so he was probably on a break.
Averting your eyes back to your phone, you tried to ignore his presence. He was a human being, just like yourself, who deserved and probably appreciated his privacy. God knows, if you were in his shoes, you wouldn’t want fans to even think about you, much less look at you.
Minutes passed, maybe twenty? Thirty? But you had finished your drink. Now it was time to will yourself to your feet, to breathe, in, out. You were going to walk over to the trashcan, throw your drink cup away, and leave to walk back home.
Oh, but you were nervous.
You always felt nervous - this was a common occurrence, and each time you came here (you visited this Starbucks maybe twice a week) there was always this fight with your anxiety.
People would look at you as soon as you stood up. Did you walk weird? Your body had weird proportions, people would be mocking you inside their heads as you walked. Your outfit wasn’t trendy, it didn’t fit your body right, you looked odd and out-of-place - that’s probably what people thought as soon as their eyes landed on you.
You’d get judged for your drink cup - the size, because people would probably think it was too big for somebody with your body. Or maybe too small? Would people think you don’t take care of yourself?
Oh god, what if it slipped out of your hand as you were walking over? Even with it being empty, the noise of the cup hitting the floor would draw everyone’s eyes to you. They’d watch as you scramble to pick it up, and they’d probably think how clumsy and awkward and incompetent you were.
And what if the trashcan was full? Would you carry your empty cup home with you? That would look weird, someone carrying an empty cup down the street. I mean, who does that? Well, you’d seen other people do it, watched them carry their drink until they reached a trashcan, and then throw it away. But what if there weren’t any public trashcans nearby? You’d look so odd, fumbling along trying so hard to walk normally, to not draw attention to yourself, to blend in with everyone.
Should you turn around to see if there was another trashcan in the Starbucks? Oh, but that might look stupid. The employees had seen you so often, you’d look like a fool for not knowing if there was another trashcan.
Ugh, and your walk. You have to focus on straightening your shoulders, keeping your back straight, moving your arms - just a little, not too much. Taking even steps, not walking with a heavy foot or making any stomping or scuffing sounds.
There was so much to focus on, too much. And now you had been sitting here for five minutes, knuckles white as you gripped your empty drink cup. You looked like a moron.
You could do this.
Deep breath in, deep breath out.
Remind yourself that people didn’t care, didn’t pay attention to all of the lame little things that you did. You anxiety was misplaced, you worried about things too much, and everything was fine.
You were okay, you could do this.
And so you stood, walked to the trashcan by the door (oh thank god, it was empty), and threw your cup away.
You heard Red Riot saying bye to the employees, his cheery, upbeat voice as he laughed at something one of them said. Oh, had something been said about you? Were the employees and Red Riot laughing about what a disaster you were?
No, you were just being nervous, that was your anxiety talking. Red Riot wasn’t that kind of person, and the employees weren’t either. You knew this.
The door jingled as you opened it, and you heard footsteps behind you so you moved to the side after you had gone through, holding the door open for whoever was behind you.
“Thanks cutie!”
Red Riot was fixing his mask as he strolled past, and your head snapped up, flushing fiercely as you met his gaze. You smiled awkwardly, throwing up a feeble thumbs-up.
Oh god, why did you do that?
Red Riot smiled back at you, giving his own exuberant thumbs-up.
Well, at least he was doing it too. That made your anxiety quiet down a bit, emboldened by your favorite Pro-Hero.
You watched his broad back as he walked away, muscles flexing with each step. He really was a beautiful man, both inside and out.
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The next time you went to Starbucks, you reached the door right as someone else did (even though you saw them walking towards the door, even though you slowed down your pace so they would reach the door first and would go inside so you wouldn’t have to do that awkward dance of who-gets-the-door and who-goes-inside-first).
But they pierced through the awkwardness, yanked the door open for you and stepped to the side and motioned for you to go in first.
It was Red Riot.
He was wearing casual clothes today, ripped jeans and a dark hoodie, but you’d recognize that spike red hair anywhere, those gleaming shark teeth too.
You nodded your thanks quickly, hurrying through the door so he wouldn’t have to stand there for long. Immediately you headed for the bathroom, not wanting to have the Pro-Hero standing in line behind you. He was intimidating, but in the nicest way possible. You were just afraid there was something about you that he would think to be weird, or odd, or out-of-place.
Better to just avoid the situation altogether.
When you finished your business (you were a nervous pee-er), you ordered your drink, deciding to be bold this time and try something different from your usual choice. It was the little things, the small little bits of life that made you anxious - those were the things that you tried to overcome. I mean, life’s all about the small victories, right? And hopefully if you built up enough small victories, you could have a really big victory someday, like telling your favorite barista that you liked her hair, or picking a different seat to sit in, or trying to make a friend with another customers as you waited in line.
But for today, the small victory was stepping outside of your comfort zone just a little bit, getting something new that you weren’t used to.
You ordered, waited patiently for your drink to be made, and then turned to go settle down in your blue armchair by the window.
And Red Riot was sitting in your seat.
Fuck.
Your hands were suddenly sweaty, and you felt the familiar pang of an upset tummy. You were so tired of being nervous, of freaking out every single time there was a small change that you weren’t aware of, or if something happened that you couldn’t control.
There was an armchair opposite the one you always chose - also blue, but not as comfortable and certainly not with a good view out the window. It directly faced your usual spot, but in all your time coming here, no one had ever sat in it. A first you had just figured it was uncomfortable, but as you came here more and more, you figured that the nook was probably for couples rather than individual coffee drinkers.
The time you visited was a bit odd, eight PM, a few hours before closing. But it was the least crowded at this time, and the sun was barely setting, and it was the perfect time for you to be unbothered and by yourself.
But there was Red Riot, invading your (unofficial) space.
But it was okay, you could just sit somewhere else.
It felt weird, sliding onto one of the chairs at a small table. You were so used to your usual, safe routine that this threw you off. You were shaking so bad that you missed your mouth on your first try of sipping at the straw. What an idiot.
You had to try again, holding the straw this time, before you could actually taste the drink.
Selfishly, you wished Red Riot had chosen a different chair. But he was entitled to sit anywhere he liked, and it was obvious he enjoyed this particular Starbucks. Judging by the familiarity with the employees, he was becoming a regular like yourself. You only came once or twice a week, but he probably got his drink fix more often than you did.
Hopefully he didn’t think you were stalking him.
Oh god, what if he thought you were stalking him? How would you show that you weren’t stalking him? Come on a different day? At a different time? But you were here first, this was your routine, and that was your chair!
But man, you really didn’t want to make the Pro-Hero uncomfortable - he’d probably had a few crazy fans who had stalked him before.
Sighing, you sipped slowly at your drink, pulling out your phone to look at memes and text a few to your friends. You could still go about your routine, even if you were sitting in a different spot.
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You ran into him at the grocery store.
It was in the produce aisle, where you were trying to decide between red apples or green, weighing the pros-and-cons of each decision in your head. You probably looked like an idiot, standing in front of the apples and doing nothing but staring at them, but you needed to ignore that right now.
“Yo, Starbucks buddy!”
The shout rang out across the produce section, and you flinched, suddenly drawn out of your apple-selection process.
It was late, almost ten PM, who and why was shouting in the grocery store??
You weren’t one to turn and stare, but you were curious, and surely whoever shouted like that wouldn’t mind a few questioning looks thrown their way.
And so you glanced over your shoulder, expecting to see a bunch of teenage boys greeting each other, or maybe a man saying hi to his friend.
Red Riot was excitedly waving at you.
Your brain blanked. Immediately, you turned your head, trying to see if there was someone else he was waving at. But there was no one around you - hell, there wasn’t even anyone else in the produce section except for you and the hero.
So he had to be waving at you.
Turning your whole body this time, you gave an awkward imitation of his wave, and let out a soft, croaky “Hey…” as the big man walked closer.
He had a big dumb smile on his big dumb face, and as he reached you, it grew even wider.
“Starbucks buddy! I didn’t mean to make you flinch, my bad. I know I can get a little loud sometimes, haha.” He stopped right in front of you, a grocery basket filled to the brim with meat and a few vegetables clutched on one of his large hands. God, he was so strong, you would be struggling to carry such a heavy basket, and here he was lugging it around like it had nothing but a loaf of bread in it. Red Riot could probably squish your skull to a pulp with just his hand, goddamn he was big.
You shrugged at his words, desperately willing your brain to work and to think of something smart and eloquent and good-to-say. “It’s uh, it’s-it’s fine. I’m just y’know, one of those nervous people, y’know?”
Wow.
Good job brain.
But the Pro-Hero smiled gently, putting his basket down on the ground.
“Yeah, I kinda figured.”
Wait, what?
“I’ve seen you a couple times at Starbucks, the one on Grant and 1st. You always seem… well, nervous whenever I see you. At first I just thought it was because I was there, cause y’know, people have different reactions to seeing heros out in public.”
Your eyes were big, you felt your face erupt in an embarrassed fire, and your hands were fucking sweaty. Why couldn’t you have been born like, a blade of grass? A tree? Some non-sentient object that didn’t have to worry about thoughts or talking or how other people perceived it?
Red Riot continued, “But I’ve seen you a couple of other times; once on the subway, a few times at that park on the north side of town, haha, you really get around, dont’cha?”
Ah yes, now would be a good time for something to happen, like a plane to crash into the building and kill both of you instantly. Or some emergency that required his immediate attention, one that was so big and urgent that he would forget about you instantly.
His red eyes were drawn to your leg, which you were subconsciously wiggling like a toddler. His eyes softened, and his voice lowered an octave. “You always seem a bit… anxious. And I know that feeling, believe it or not. I used to be really insecure and nervous when I was younger-“
Oh, great. Now he was just calling attention to the fact that you were acting like a fucking child, that you were a fully-grown adult that couldn’t handle being out in the world because it was too nerve-wracking. Were you really that easy to read?
“-but I had some awesome people to help me through it. My moms were always really supportive, and they took such great care of me. It was rough for a little bit, but I learned how to be confident and how to strut my stuff and it’s helped me to help others. It’s sorta why I became a hero, actually.”
You smiled again, nodding. That made sense - each and every hero had a reason for why they wanted to help the general public, and of course Red Riot’s reason would be pure and inspiring.
“But uh, anyways! I just saw you shopping and thought I’d say hi to my Starbucks buddy. I was hoping you’d come and sit by me the other day, when I sat in the place you usually sit? But I understand that it’s sorta intimidating to approach a hero, even one in civilian clothing.”
Shoot, so he’d wanted you to sit by him that day? And here you were thinking that he had unintentionally commandeered your seat and was just trying to be left alone. God, you were so stupid.
“Oh, I’m-I’m sorry!” You stuttered out, face hotter than the actual sun. “I didn’t realize! I figured you always have people trying to get an autograph or a picture and you probably just want privacy, and I thought that maybe you just wanted to sit there and hadn’t gotten a chance to because I always sit there, which honestly that’s such a selfish thing for me to do - I should probably try to vary the places I sit so I don’t like-“
“Ah, don’t worry about it! You’re fine, okay? Trust me.” Red Riot patted your shoulder (yup, he could definite squeeze your head like a grape), before leaning down to grab his basket off the floor.
“Oh, well uhm, t-thank you, Mr. Red Riot” You resisted the urge to bow.
“Oh!” The man exclaimed, looking slightly surprised, “Call me Kirishima, none of that “Red Riot” stuff, alright?”
Confusion overtook you. “Uh, that’s only for your friends, civilians should respect the heros and call them by their chosen names.” At least, that’s what you had always been told.
But Red Riot just grinned. “Well, what’s your name?”
With a slight shake in your voice, you told him.
“I know your name now, so I officially deem the two of us as friends!” With his free hand, he patted you on the shoulder again. You shivered, and Red Ri-Kirishima seemed to notice.
“You alright (Y/N)? Didn’t hit you too hard, did I?”
“No, no… I’m just… kinda weird about touch I guess.” That was an understatement. You were so incredibly sensitive, every light touch felt searing, hugs always were too much sensation, you shuddered even thinking about cuddling - you were just too sensitive to touch.
Red-Kirishima stepped back, holding his hand up apologetically. “Oops, my bad. I kinda noticed that about you too, I should’ve remembered.”
At your questioning glance, the man hurried to continue. “Well, y’know, I saw that couple bump into you on the subway, and you looked like you were gonna cry. And then, like, at Starbucks you make an effort to not touch the barista’s hands when they give you your change.”
Great, so that was another thing you were obvious and weird about. Just great. You felt embarrassed that Kirishima had noticed that about you so easily, but you guessed being observant was part of his job.
“Well, I’m gonna go check out now, unless you need help with your groceries?” The man motioned to your barely-filled basket, and you shook your head.
“No, it’s-it’s okay. I can handle this, but thank you.”
Kirishima gave you a thumbs up. “Alright, sounds good. Although, are you planning on walking home?”
You shook your head yes, prepared to receive the “its not safe” talk. You knew it wasn’t safe, but it was just a few blocks, and you had made the walk to your apartment a million times, plus, you couldn’t afford to pay for an uber or a cab.
“It’s pretty dark out there, mind if I walk you home? I’m a hero and all, I promise I’m not going to try and steal your wallet.”
And there it was. For someone as nervous as yourself, walking alone in the dark really was no issue. Maybe it’s cause you weren’t afraid of someone trying to hurt you. You looked poor, you were ugly as fuck, and it was only a couple of blocks.
‘It’s okay Mr. R-Kirishima, I don’t mind. I’ll probably be here for a bit longer, don’t worry about me.”
He probably had other things to tend to, and even if he didn’t, you weren’t important enough to make a Pro-Hero go out of his way to walk you home. You were such an inconvenience already, it would just make you feel worse about yourself. And would you have to make small talk as the two of you walked?
Would he try and insist upon carrying your groceries? Would he want to walk up to your apartment floor with you? Or would he say goodbye in the lobby?
Once again, best to just avoid the situation altogether.
Plus, you knew the hero was just trying to be polite. He probably didn’t actually want to walk you home.
Kirishima tried to offer again, but you turned him down, shaking your head, self-consciously drawing your shoulders up. You probably looked so stupid, like a scared little dog that had gotten yelled at. But it was a nervous reaction, and it felt better than just trying to stand there like a block.
Kirishima smiled gently, told you to have a safe night, and then left to go check out.
You turned back to the apples, trying to focus back on which color you should get, stuck between red, or green.
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The next time you visited Starbucks, your regular spot was once again empty. It was almost a relief, seeing that you wouldn’t have to figure out if Kirishima wanted to talk today or not, if he wanted you to sit by him, or if he was just trying to make small talk back at the grocery store.
So you settled in, warm hot chocolate in hand as you looked out the window, watched cars whiz by on the street, rain puttering down softly.
And then Kirishima was bursting through the door, sending the door bell jingling in a frenzy, rain patterned heavily over his jean jacket, His eyes immediately found you, and his face lit up in a smile.
“(Y/N)!!!!”
You gave a little wave, watching as Kirishima smiled cheerily at you, before quickly ordering a drink. Immediately, the muscled redhead came to sit down in the armchair opposite you, panting a little bit.
“Wooo, I had to run here, started raining on me!”
“I can tell.” You let out a small laugh, noticing how his spiky hair was drooping from getting rained on.
“Glad to see you got home okay the other night.” The male blurted, leaning forward so he could strip off his jacket.
You paused. “What do you mean?”
He flashed you a grin, throwing his jacket over the back of the chair. “Well, you’re here, aren’t you?”
Ah, he had a point.
His name was called, and Kirishima jumped up and went to pick up his drink before plopping back down in the armchair with a sigh.
“So, (Y/N), you ever been to the ocean before? All this water, the streets might be an ocean by the time we leave.”
Kirishima proceeded to launch into a story about the time he went to the ocean with his buddy Bakugou, how they had swam with turtles and even got to see a whale.
You were glad he was doing all the talking, letting you sit back and listen while you sipped at your hot cocoa. There was no pressure for you to talk, no pressure for you to try and fumble for the right words. And it was nice, seeing the big hero be so excited and animated, gesturing with his hands and almost spilling his drink all over himself.
As you listened to him talk, you settled back further into the armchair contentedly. He was a nice person to be around, you could see yourself being friends with him, if he didn’t mind.
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And friends you did become.
It wasn’t long before the two of you exchanged numbers - Kirishima had wanted to send you a picture of a dog he had seen the other day while he was out patrolling.
The two of you texted memes to each other, cute pictures of animals, and even though your anxiety was loud and demanding and convinced you that you were bothering the man, Kirishima always assured you that was never the case.
He always seemed to be able to tell when you were feeling anxious, when nervousness settled deep in your bones and refused to leave. You slowly began to notice that with Kirishima, your anxiety was quieter. It was easy to let the exuberant man to take the lead, for him to make decisions, whether to walk up and ask to pet the cute dog or not. It was freeing in a way, letting your new friend take your anxiety and make it be quiet.
After all, no one gave you a second glance, now that you were trailing behind Pro-Hero Red Riot.
Kirishima was such a character, goofy, cheerful, and always sporting a sunny disposition. His casual fashion consisted of the most god-awful color combinations and mixed patterns. It wasn’t uncommon for the man to bounce towards you in greeting, wearing neon green crocs, dark blue overalls that were plaid, and a head-ache inducing black-and-white psychedelic shirt. Somehow he made it all work, and didn’t look odd or out of place.
You admired him, truly. You wished you could have his confidence, his attitude and bouncy personality. If you had confidence like that, you could probably do anything. As it stood right now, you could barely approach someone on the street and ask to pet their dog.
It had been so embarrassing, walking with Kirishima down the street and listening to him talk between gulps of a bright pink slushy. You spotted a woman walking a dog on the other side of the street, a big dog, fluffy and sweet-looking and happily walking along it’s owner, stopping to sniff at each plant that grew in the cracks of the sidewalk.
“Cute, I wish I could pet that dog.” You interrupted Kiri’s story, gazing wistfully at the dog.
Kirishima paused, swiveling his head to see what dog you were talking about. Once he did, his eyes lit up, and he grabbed your hand. “Lets go pet it then!”
But when he tried to pull you forward, you balked, pulling your wrist backward.
“I-I can’t, it’s….. I don’t know, It’s fine, I’ll stay here.”
Kirishima raised an eyebrow, studying you as he took another slow sip of his slushy. You had your own slushy, a significantly smaller size than the beefy Pro-Hero’s own giant cup.
“(Y/N), it’s okay - I’ll do all the talking, ‘kay?”
He could tell that the thought of talking to the owner, asking to pet their dog, was making you nervous. What if they said no? What if they thought you were being rude? Would the dog not like you? Would the owner think you looked funny? What if they were hurrying somewhere?
But if Kirishima did all the talking….. maybe you could manage trailing behind him, only emerging from his shadow if the owner said yes to petting their dog.
You gave the big man a weak smile, nodding gingerly before getting yanked forward, Kirishima already speed-walking towards the lady.
He asked, the lady said yes - you got to pet the absolute cutest dog ever. It was heaven.
You were grateful for Kirishima - shyly told him as much. If you were by yourself, you would have noticed the cute dog, but done nothing about it, just wished you had the courage to approach and ask if you could pet it.
But with Kiri? He made anything possible.
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You were worried you were annoying him.
There was no evidence, but still, wouldn’t it be annoying to have an anxious little shadow? One that shook and stuttered and could barely go to the grocery store without freaking out and having a panic attack? Your fears and feelings weren’t entirely unfounded, I mean, there were millions upon millions of possible outcomes of any one action. Unfortunately, your brain liked to focus only on the negative options.
But Kirishima never got tired, never got frustrated with you. He didn’t mind ordering for the both of you when you got snacks at a fast-food place during long afternoons. He didn’t mind taking up extra space with his personality, being loud and brash and drawing attention to himself when you felt like everyone was watching you, waiting for you to make a stupid mistake.
Kiri seemed to like walking you home, helped you check your windows and in the closet and under the bed (not for people, but what if there was some eldritch monster that lurked just out of sight?). He never made fun of you for your feelings or fears, just gently listened and then tried to help you deal with them.
He even got you to be somewhat comfortable with making silly little mistakes in public. One time the man tripped on thin air, spilling warm coffee all over you and himself. Immediately he burst out laughing at his own clumsiness, apologizing between giggles as he heaved himself off the floor and went to go grab napkins.
If you had spilled a drink on him and yourself, you would’ve been asking Siri where the nearest cliff was. But you realized, the same way that you weren’t worried, and how it wasn’t that big of a problem that your shirt was now soaked with sweet coffee and sticking to your skin, Kirishima probably wouldn’t care if you spilled anything on him.
After all, it was an honest mistake.
The big man was helping you to learn how to be more comfortable in the world.
But still, the creeping suspicion that he was just being kind to you out of sheer politeness was forefront in your mind.
So you came up with a question, practiced asking it in the mirror, took several days to build up your confidence to ask Kirishima.
“Do you actually want to be friends with me?”
And sure, that might be a forward question. But you valued honesty, had told him so a few times when he asked you to rate his outfit on a scale from 1-10 (usually it was a solid 10 - his personality making the outfit shine) you tried not to lie to others, and expected the same courtesy from them.
The two of you were in the park, resting on one of the benches after walking around and looking at the different plants (one of your favorite activities, no matter how lame). And now was as good a time as ever, so you popped the question, barely stuttering once.
Kirishima was silent for a bit, and you were almost afraid of looking up at him. The truth would come out now - how he just saw a pathetic little civilian and felt so much pity for them that he decided to be their friend. You were just a burden to him, how could you ever be anything else?
When you dared to look up at the big redhead, the intensity in his gaze had you leaning towards the side nervously, away from the strength of all his attention focused on you.
“(Y/N)…. becoming friends with you was - it’s been the best decision I’ve ever made in my life.” His voice held such sincerity, his face open and honest.
You recoiled from the statement, uncomfortable with the compliment. That had to be a lie, he was just saying that to make you feel better. You were so pathetic and weak that other people had to pretend that you were better than you actually were to avoid hurting your feelings. You wished you never existed. Why did you even ask him that question in the first place? There was no way that someone as nice as Kirishima would actually tell you how worthless and pitiful you were.
Large hands grabbed your own, and you jumped. Kirishima’s hands were warm, scarred and calloused, yet soft in their grip as they gently squeezed your own hands. You tried not to flinch at the contact.
“I know that you don’t believe me, but you should. You know-“ One of his hands went to run through his hair, tousling through it’s straight, un-gelled style, before returning to your hand. “-I was pretty lonely before I met you. Like, I had my squad - Bakugou and Mina and Denki and Sero…. But it just….. There was something missing.”
Kirishima leaned close to you, your sides pressing together, his red eyes trying to catch your own. You were too shy, had to look off to the side.
“There was someone missing. And when I saw you, it felt…. Everything just clicked. I was missing you.”
You could feel his breath fanning against the side of your flaming hot face. It was uncomfortable. He was lying, he had to be. He was just trying to help you be confident in yourself, so he wouldn’t have to baby you and hold your hand and help you do simple things like ordering food or going for walks and not worrying about what people thought of you.
He was just being nice.
For some reason, you felt your throat clog up, felt the spicy sting of tears building up. Why did you feel like crying? You weren’t exactly in tune with any of your other emotions, only paid attention if it was anxiety or fear.
A thumb rubbed over your knuckles soothingly (it burned), and the next thing you knew you were being enveloped in a bear hug, Kirishima’s arms crushing you into his chest, his pecs pressing against your face.
Goddamn, he was built as fuck.
You tried to keep still, not squirm away from his touch like a child. You were an adult, you could handle a little bit of discomfort over being touched.
Kiri sighed. “I like being around you (Y/N). You don’t judge me for my mistakes, you accept them - you accept me. You uh, you make me happy dude, like, really happy.”
You chuckled a little bit at the redheads use of the word “dude”. Only a meathead could turn a sappy moment on it’s head by using the word “dude”. Still, you liked the way Kirishima talked, from the excited chatter when he was talking about something he liked, to the slow, comforting honey when he was being sincere and intimate, like now.
At the same time, your heart felt tight, waiting for the inevitable but that was sure to come. For the redhead to explain that he enjoyed your company but he was just being polite to a nervous civilian who couldn’t fend for themselves. You fun to hang out with but it was only because you made him look better, cooler and manlier because he was nice to someone as pathetic as you.
The but never came. You waited and waited, but Kirishima just kept the slow rhythm of his thumb rubbing over your knuckles, kept your face pressed into his chest and an arm wrapped around your body. You didn’t know what to do.
Should you pull back? Your throat felt tight again. Kirishima was lying to you, he had to be. There wasn’t any way that someone would actually enjoy you as a person.
You pulled back from the warmth of his body, pulled your hand away from his. “I don’t….. I want honesty Kirishima. Please? Lies hurt more than the truth, please. I’m not a good person, I’m pathetic and nervous and shy, and I’m too loud sometimes, and my body looks weird, and I’m ugly and disgusting, and-“
“(Y/N), stop.” His voice thundered, cutting you off. Immediately, you fell silent, chest tightening, gaze falling to your lap. He was right. He didn’t need to hear all your insecurities, they were already clear to see. You were such a drag on his life, he probably hated having to deal with you, having to see you.
“Kiri, I’m not uhm-“ Your voice was wavering. “-I’m not feeling so great, I think I’m gonna head home.”
As you stood, so did the redhead. “Please don’t feel obligated to walk me home, I know it’s way out of your way.” He probably hated every second of it, probably insisted just to be polite. Even now, Kirishima was beginning to protest, grabbing at your hand. You pulled back, eyes fixed on the ground.
“Kiri, please.” You whispered, tears threatening to fall. You hated yourself. You hated yourself so much, your chest hurt, your ears felt full, everything felt too heavy and bad - there weren’t even any words to explain it. You just wanted to go home and cry, sob into a pillow.
Kirishima stayed put, probably watching you walk away from the park. God, you hoped he wasn’t, you walked so weirdly. Why couldn’t you just disappear?
——
You tried your best to disappear.
You did the bare minimum, turning in assignments an hour before they were due, half-assing them. You hardly ventured out of your room, only to grab water or to use the bathroom.
Neighbors kept knocking on your door, probably the couple in the apartment opposite you, asking for a cup of sugar so they could make cookies, or wanting to tell you that your mail downstairs was getting full. But being the person you were, you were far too nervous to go answer the door. You were probably annoying people. It would just be better for the world if you weren’t in it, wouldn’t it?
Kirishima kept trying to text you, call you (Even though he knew you couldn’t pick up - calls terrified you), trying to coax you to go on a walk with him, to come get coffee or a slushie with him when he finished working. You brushed him off with lame excuses, telling him you were sick, backtracking when he said he was coming over with soup and movies. You didn’t feel well enough for company.
Still, the man kept texting you several times a day, then only a few times, and now it was down to just once a day. In one corner of your mind, it hurt. The rest of your mind knew that it was for the best, knew that his life was going to be better because you weren’t going to be there bothering him.
His texts consisted of simple messages now, ones you felt bad not responding to, but if you did respond, you hated yourself for the rest of the day. You sucked.
“(Y/N), look at this dog!” *IMAGE ATTACHED*
Cute.
“Yo, you wanna come get something to drink at our place? They have a deal on coffee today!”
Sorry Kiri, I’m not feeling too good today. You should go get a drink though, have fun!
“I saw some people rollerskating in the park, we should try that!”
Yeah.
“Would you wanna go for a walk sometime?”
I don’t think so, I’m pretty busy right now. You should go and get sunshine though, you deserve it!
“We need to go to our Starbucks soon, I need COFFEE haha”
(:
“Gonna ever come see where I work? I can show you my office, it’s super cool!”
“(Y/N), you doing okay?”
“I miss you.”
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You woke up to the sound of your neighbors (or maybe the complex manager?) knocking on your door. Anxiety filled you, palms immediately becoming clammy, so you fumbled around your bed, searching for your earbuds. Maybe if you could listen to music, you could calm down? Sometimes that worked, sometimes not. It really depended on how worked up you were.
Luckily you found them, quickly stuffing them in your ears as you queued music up on your phone. The knocking faded out as music filled your ears, but your anxiety still persisted. You curled up onto your side, hugging a pillow to your chest, almost on the verge of tears from nothing more than a few knocks at your door. You were such a burden to society.
It took a minute, but your heart stopped racing, palms stopped sweating, and you fell back asleep. You were so tired of being awake.
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You awoke a second time to hands carding gently through your hair. It felt weird for a brief second, but you just ignored the feeling - until you remembered that you lived alone, and the front door was supposed to be locked.
Squeaking in panic, you shot up, eyes wide, scrambling back into the corner of your bed, clutching the blanket to your chest.
Kirishima blinked at you, hand still hovering over where your he’d had previously been. He was sitting on the edge of your bed, shoes off, bare feet on the floor.
Your eyes were still wide with fear, chest heaving with panic, but you managed to rip out your earbuds. “Kirishima? How-how did you get in?!? What are you….” You trailed off, tugging your blanket closer around your body as you realized that you were in your pajamas. They weren’t provocative, nor exposed any skin, but they drowned your form, were probably stained and most likely dirty, and you definitely looked awful. But back to the issue at hand, how did Kiri get in your apartment?
The man in question gave a dorky little wave, lips quirking up ever so slightly.
“(Y/N), hey! I haven’t seen you in so long!” He paused for a second, and when he spoke again, his voice was softer, more serious. “I missed you… I was kinda worried.”
“But how are you- I mean…. inside?” You stuttered, completely flustered.
“Oh, I talked to the complex manager, said I was a family member who was really worried about you. Showed him how you haven’t been answering my texts…. I was really worried (Y/N). You were giving such weird replies to my texts, and then you stopped answering completely, and no one answered the door whenever I knocked.”
Wait, that was him knocking? All those times?
You were going to jump out the window.
“Kiri… I didn’t mean to worry you, I just… You shouldn’t be worried about me.”
“Why not? I care about you, I… I wanted to see you.”
It was time to be honest, say the things that were painful to say. The truths that hurt your heart, but needed to be said. Otherwise, Kirishima just wouldn’t get it.
“Kiri, I’m not-I’m not worth your worry. I don’t deserve it. I’m a nervous, depressed wreck, who can’t even open a door or answer the phone. You’re-you’re being nice to me cause you’re a good person. I don’t think I should be… well, like, around you. I just-I bring you down, and you have to do stuff for me and reassure me and I’m such a burden. Please just, I don’t know, please just don’t give me any more attention. I’m so stupid and gross and you should be friends with someone who isn’t….. isn’t like me.”
You finished your rant, almost breathless, choked up, feeling ready to cry.
Silence reigned between the two of you, everything quiet except for the sound of your breathing and the rhythmic clicking of your fan.
It was uncomfortable. But you’d said your piece. It’d be weird if you said anything else, right? Should you say something else? Was he going to hate you for wasting his time? Holy crap, Kirishima is gonna hate you for wasting his time, for not telling him that at the beginning, when he first got to know you.
“(Y/N)-“ The sound of Kirishima’s soft, low voice made your head snap up, up to his face. He was looking at you, red eyes dark and large and filled with… pity? Sadness? “-I don’t even know how to tell you how wrong you are about that.”
The blanket shrouding your body was quickly pulled away, Kirishima discarding it to the side so he could shuffle closer to you, wrap you in one of his signature death-grip hugs. You were quickly pulled into his arms, the large man hunched over you as he squeezed you tight. It didn’t feel good. You wished he would remember that you didn’t like to be touched.
“I was pretty sure of my feelings before… well, before you asked if I wanted to be friends with you. And truthfully, I wasn’t exactly honest with you.” Your heart gave the tiniest squeeze. You knew he had been lying to you, but yeah, it did kinda hurt to hear him admit it.
“I kinda wanna be more than friends with you, actually.”
His hold on your body loosened, pulling back so he could look at your face. Your ugly, about-to-cry, gross face. You tried to turn away, pull out of his grip and find your blanket and crawl underneath it and stay there until you died. There was no way he was coming onto you - you weren’t good enough for him. He was Kirishima, Red Riot, pro hero, sunshine of the world, manliest and strongest guy out there.
And you were just….
You.
Kirishima didn’t let you move away. He grabbed your arms, pulled you up a bit so you were at his level. “I’m serious about this. I know you don’t believe me, all that anxiety and nervousness trying to lie to you, but….” A quick glance at his face showed the redhead to be blushing. “I’ve wanted to be more than friends from the moment I first saw you.”
Exasperated, almost angry at this point (he was lying), you scoffed, wiggling in his grip to signal that you wanted to let go.
“Kiri, I held a door open for you, it was nothing special. I’m ugly and lame and I panic over the slightest things, stop lying to me and saying that I’m someone worth your time.” Surprised, Kirishima loosened his grasp on your arms, and you moved away from him to sit on the edge of the bed. “I could never be worth your time.”
Was silence becoming a trend between the two of you? Apparently, because Kirishima didn’t say anything, just crawled over and sat down next to you. The big man was hardly ever silent, always talking about this, that, or the other. You were just a pro at messing things up, weren’t you?
A moment longer of sitting awkwardly in silence. You couldn’t take it anymore, you wanted to be able to cry about your shameful existence in peace, without having to entertain Kiri’s pity and lies.
“Can you….. Can you-you go…. Please?” You whispered, hugging your arms around your body. Oh yeah, you had forgotten you were in your gross, oversized pajamas. Just another thing for you to feel bad about.
Kirishima didn’t move.
Afraid he hadn’t heard you, you turned bright red, what an idiot - you can’t even speak loud enough to be heard. You stuttered as you started to repeat your request, but Kirishima cut you off.
“Why can’t you see?” He turned to you. “You’re the most lovely thing, I want to be around you all the time. Why can’t you see that you’re the most wonderful person in the world?”
Horrified, you reeled back. He was just pushing more lies. You felt so uncomfortable, you hated this, you wanted him to stop. “That’s-that’s just some fantasy Kiri…. I’m awful. Please, just go-“
“No.”
No? His voice sounded different, harsh and filled with authority. You looked at your feet, settled against the bare floor. You just wanted to sleep, and sleep, and never have to wake up. Why did being a human have to be so hard?
Might as well let the big redhead say his piece, make you feel worse about yourself. Then you could shove him out the door and spend the next week sobbing yourself sick.You felt bad, you couldn’t even explain your own emotions, put a name to this feeling that was painful and clawed at your chest like it was trying to rip you apart.
“You aren’t understanding me (Y/N). That’s no fantasy of mine - that’s reality.” A large hand grabbed your chin softly, turning your face towards Kiri’s. “Whenever I come up with a fantasy that involves you, I end up fucking my fist ’til I go raw.”
The admission made you stutter, and you hadn’t thought it was possible for you to blush harder, but here you were - twelve shades redder than the reddest tomato.
Kiri didn’t give you a chance to breathe. “I missed you so much, you don’t even realize. I could compliment you until I go blue in the face, but you’re so shy and nervous and adorable, you’d never, ever believe me.”
Well, that much was true. At least he knew you well.
“So instead, I’m just gonna show you how much you mean to me.”
Soft lips met your own, a hand fisting into your hair and twisting your head back to make kissing you easier for Kiri. You couldn’t even think, barely had presence of mind to push at the solid man, hitting his chest. You felt ugly, and gross, and stupid and weak, was this some sort of prank? This had to be some sort of prank. There’s no way Kirishima could actually be attracted to you.
Your mind was drawn to the present when a sharp blossom of pain emanated from your lip. Kiri pulled back, a single drop of blood running down his chin as he stared at you, your foreheads almost touching.
“Don’t get in your head, I want you here. Don’t think, just feel.”
You wanted to say something, to open your mouth and ask him again to leave. He shouldn’t be kissing you, he should be kissing someone prettier, stronger, someone who had their life together.
You wanted to protest, but you were being pushed onto your back on the bed, Kiri’s large, calloused hands grabbing at your limbs and bodily moving you however he saw fit despite your squirming.
“Kir-stop-stop touching! Don’t, please, I’m-I’m so gross-“
His lips were on yours again, swallowing your cries as he moved the two of you around on the small bed until you were splayed out underneath him. He was moving so quickly, with such confidence and self-assuredness that you couldn’t keep up. His hands were starting to squeeze at your waist, his thighs bracketing your own as the big man got comfortable over you, leaning down to avoid breaking the deep, passionate kiss.
Your lungs were burning.
You had to pull your face to the side, pushing at Kiri’s shoulders as you did so, making panicked noises as you tried (and failed) to take in air through your nose. How the hell was Kiri holding his breath this long?
The man finally got the hint, letting you pull away from him, gasping for air. You felt dizzy, his hands were still squeezing and stroking over your waist, it was too much. As you tried to get your breathing under control, you glanced up at your friend, red-faced, on the verge of tears. Why was he doing this? You were so gross, ugly, nothing when compared to how fit and muscular and handsome Kirishima was.
HIs eyes were dark, chin smeared red from the blood earlier - you bet your chin looked the same. His chest rose and fell rapidly, seemingly also out of breath, but the moment your eyes met his, the man was descending again, this time to press hot kisses all over your face, on your jaw, behind your ears.
“Don’t, oh, please don’t. Kiri-why are you-? Stop-“ You gasped, the sensations of his lips trailing across your skin too much for you to handle. A kiss to the column of your throat had you jolting, trying to sit up, not knowing what you were doing but trying to get away. It was too much.
“Lay back.” Kiri’s deep voice rumbled. “Let me make you feel good. You’ll forget about the anxiety, okay? Just focus on me.”
You didn’t want to focus on him. But at the same time, the situation was so overwhelming, you didn’t know what to do except let him push you back down with a hand on your chest.
Before you could process what happened, your clothes were off, his clothes gone as well. You wanted to shriek; cry and cover yourself and tell Kirishima to leave, but everything was happening too fast, and your body couldn’t keep up.
You felt floaty, buzzy, like you were in a weird dream, ears stopped up full of cotton.
Wet fingers prodded at your entrance. Oh, were they Kiri’s? When had they gotten wet? The fingers retracted, and you watched Kirishima gather the saliva in his mouth before spitting onto his hand.
Ah.
The fingers were back, one pushing into you, the pressure too deep, too tight, too harsh. You knew in the back of your mind that you probably looked so stupid, gasping and shivering and shaking, but you couldn’t control it.
One finger turned into two, then three, then four, and then they were gone, something much bigger trying to split you open.
You felt sick.
You couldn’t move.
Kirishima was kissing your face again, his touch burning, making your skin feel tingly and painful and rough everywhere he touched. It hurt. He was saying something, but your ears were buzzing, everything felt fuzzy and weird, and you didn’t know where to look, what to do, except lie there and let the man continue.
He was soft, gentle. But no amount of easy touches or reassuring words were getting through to you, just the overwhelming sensation of being too full, nausea thick in your stomach, throat closing up. The room tasted like blood.
The pressure wasn’t going away, just building and building and building as Kirishima thrust into you, until eventually a twinge of pleasure slipped into your system alongside the discomfort of being filled.
It felt weird… nice? You couldn’t tell anymore.
There was only sweat, slick, slapping noises, rough hands running over your skin, words being said. You couldn’t grasp anything.
You felt full, empty, all at the same time.
The pleasure built, higher and higher and higher until it burst into little sharp fragments that ran through your veins, zinging into your wrists, sparking through your tummy.
And then there was warmth inside you, and the part of you still lucid recognized that Kirishima had just cum inside your body.
You couldn’t get enough air into your lungs.
----
Kirishima was laying beside you, making shushing sounds, stroking your hair, pulling the blanket up around the two of you. The pressure between your legs was gone, as was the stinging pleasure that had spilled all over your body. You couldn’t feel, everything was still too much, too loud and bright and rough and warm.
Kirishima was still stroking your hair as you finally calmed down, hyperventilating coming to a stop, shaking still there, but not as violent as it had been.
“-so strong, and your laugh always makes me happy. I love you, and I know you love me back. It’s gonna take some time for us to work past all this nervous stuff, but I’m not give up. I’ll always be here for you, you know that?”
He was rambling, occasionally pressing soft kisses to your neck, along your collarbone - innocent, reassuring. You closed your eyes.
“You need someone to be there for you, I know. You get so anxious, and you bottle up your feelings, and I know you get so scared of saying or doing the wrong thing and you just freeze or panic.” He continued. “You won’t ever have to worry about that with me. We worked around it today, yeah? You just relax, and let me lead. I’m never gonna steer you wrong (Y/N).”
You felt cold.
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Part three: The one with the biggest head.
Introduction. Part 1. Part 2. Part 4. Part 5.
Paring: Latina!reader x Logan Lerman x Tom Holland x Ben Hardy x Timothee Chalamet x Pedro Pascal x Michael B. Jordan
Warnings: angst??? language, misspellings, and me learning how to write properly.
Word count: 5.5 k
a/n: This Timothée is also an actor but not based in the real one, this is all for drama purposes. This took me a long time thanks to college but I'm on vacation now so you'll see me more, also, 150 followers is a lot for me so thanks to everyone that decided that I'm interesting enough.
“He wrote his number on my left boob and drew a penguin with a spade next to it.” You say to Beth, your new friend and the other unpaid helper, a beautiful dark skin woman with two kids, something that made you respect her instantly, being a mother sounds hard enough, but two, Dios.
Two weeks ago was your first day at work, and even when you tried so bad not to get too excited, every single thing in it was even better than you imagined. The movie you’re helping is some kind of Pride and Prejudice, or that’s what you can tell by the costumes since you can’t read the script or go to the set yet, you're some kind of intern anyway.
“Sophisticated” She mumbles sarcastically while you iron one of the extra's pants, of course, do this isn’t the funniest part of the journey but it’s ok, you are learning a lot, meeting interesting people and of course, Jacqueline Durran. People say meet your idols is disappointing but this isn't the case, she's a sweet and hardworking woman, you haven't much time to talk with her but see her in action is enough satisfaction. For now. “My husband hid my wedding ring in my son's tooth under his pillow when I was about to change it for money, so he isn't a standard for romance either.”
“The Tooth Fairy, you meant.” You whisper when some people of the crew enter the trailer looking for something.
“No, we don't do that, I won't let that bitch take the credit for my money, no Santa, no Easter Bunny, anything.” You look at her like she just said her children eat only purple food.
“What, why?”
“I don't like to lie to them and they have the whole experience with gifts, money, and stuff. The point is, people have weird ways to express their affection, maybe Ben wanted you to know how much he likes your body and the penguin is a metaphor of how it's not just physical, a funny sparkle. Oh, and the spade is because he is a serial murder but you are his only exception.”
“What's your problem with Santa?” You ask ignoring the rest of her speech, the relationship with Ben is, weird, sometimes you feel like he likes you too much, and then ignores you for three days, you try not to think about it, you send messages to each other constantly with memes and shitpost, nothing serious, not that you wanted to but no appreciate the confusion. Beth hit you on the head with a fabric roll and you laugh.
“I don't like the idea of an old white man getting in my house in the middle of the night, and you're changing the subject.” But she didn't have time to elaborate because they called you to meet Durran outside the building. All the interns being anxious and ready to jump off a cliff if she asks for it.
“I need extra hands on set so everyone comes with me. You bring an extra makeup box.” She said pointing at some guy you never talked to “And you get ahead and prepare Anya.” She said to Beth. This is the most exciting moment you ever got, meet the actors, see the set and do some real and important work for the movie. “I'll take all the assistants with me today but as usual Mr. Chalamet arrived late so I need someone to prepare him.” She is examining everyone until her eyes stop on you, a little pink Chihuahua full of energy and emotion. “Yeah, you darling, you seem pretty and he probably won't eat you alive, he's in his truck. Everyone else, come with me.” She claps her hands, sign to everyone to do what they have to.
Oh, shit.
On one hand, you have your first important task, on the other, you have to deal with the biggest pain in the ass in Hollywood. Mr. Chalamet is a huge diva, with a bad mood and cute hair, you weren't disappointed to hear that, he already has a reputation as a hot brunette Draco Malfoy being bossy around the set. Why everyone seems to forget that, what's the secret behind being a total jerk and get away with it? Being handsome, yes, being the son of one of the most important actors of his time, ok, but most importantly, he is extremely good in what he does. Everyone thought he would be slowly lost in his father's shadow as many other nepobabies but he got two Oscar nominations for two different movies oh his debut year and since that, every movie he is part of, is a blockbuster.
Being constantly compared with someone must be stressful and sometimes you feel empathy for him; but not now, no when you see him sitting in his trailer like Joffrey Baratheon asking for your head. But that's not the right attitude, you are extremely professional and you promised yourself not to be on the list of fired people by him, and who knows, meet him could be exciting.
“Good morning.” You say trying to sound more self-confident than you actually are, you don't bother to look at him and go directly to the work table, he doesn't seem to care since is too busy watching his phone. His makeup it's done and his costume on, so the last thing to do is his hair, the new American treasure. He is sitting in front of the mirror wall, with a serious face and no intentions of giving you a good first impression.
“Where’s Fake Blonde Big Ears?” He says abruptly, surprising you, You give a little jump that you hope he didn’t see. His eyes connected with his phone with no interruption, not even a glance; you were aware that he is mean but, is he really ignoring your pretty white boots with tiny shiny strawberries that you sewed yourself, on purpose? There’s no way he didn’t see them, he isn’t ignoring you because he’s too cool to talk with an intern like you, he is ignoring you because he’s acting cool, and for some reason, that gives you some kind of comfort.
“Who?” You ask with a voice that sounds way softer and high than you pretended. You cough trying to clarify your throat and start preparing the brushes, you know how to do his hair, you studied every single part of the costume department for a moment like this, all of the helpers did, you don't have any reason to be nervous.
“If you have an audition problem tell me now, I hate repeating stuff, something that obviously isn’t a problem with Fake. Blonde. Big. Ears” He said the last part slowly as if he was talking to a senior person. You grip the brush hard until your fingertips turn white, but you managed yourself and start fixing his hair.
“I don’t have a problem but I don’t know anyone with that name.” Good, a diplomatic answer, kind, polite, no need to start a fight with your temporary boss, tomorrow you will be back at the studio with nice dresses and leather boots, they'd never insult someone for their looks, and most importantly, they can't fire you.
“I’d call acting idiot a problem, you know who I talk about and you choose to play dumb and be nice instead.” You look at him through the mirror to find his big green inexpressive eyes looking directly at your soul, slowly taking the life of it, or that’s how you feel it.
Don't look at a violent animal directly to the eye, advice your grandma gave you once and this is the perfect example of it.
“I don’t see why not being an asshole is a problem.” You almost regret saying that, but he was pushing you just in the right places and your temper is winning over you. Your hot blood gives you confidence enough to keep doing your work, doesn't matter what he says or what power he has. You work for Jacqueline, not him.
“Are you calling me an asshole?” He asks with the same stupid beautiful face, but you take the look away of the violent animal, hoping that's enough for him to not bite.
“Did you call me idiot?” You say ignoring the gaze that is pointing at you like the red dot sight of a gun in your forehead.
“I said you play like an idiot.”
“Then I guess I did.” And before he could say anything else you turn on the hairdryer and keep doing your thing gladly that you have to move your hands too much so he can’t see them shaking. You are pretty sure that you will regret every decision you made since you entered this room but it’s too late to get back to the nice girl.
An assistant knocked on the door giving the five minutes remain and you stop holding your breath, the fresh memory of the world outside this trailer is enough to keep you sane.
“Done.” You say finally putting the things you used back in their place, waiting for him to leave, but he is not leaving, of course, he doesn’t care about getting late for the shooting, everyone is there for him including you.
“You didn’t answer my question.” The sound of his voice behind you gives shiver to your spine even when he isn’t that close. You feel really stupid for giving him that power over you, is just a bully and you're not scared of them.
“Her name is Paulette and she’s helping on set.” Her ears are that big? You never noticed it, that makes you wonder what bad things he sees in you that you don’t.
“You look at people when they talk to you. Turn around.” …What? You do what he asks with frown eyebrows, he must be kidding, there’s no way an adult could talk like that to another adult, you almost break in laughs. “What’s so funny?”
“I’m sorry, is just that I’ve never seen a head this huge.” You respond with a soft smile, and walking beside him, ready to run to your freedom and probably dismissal. His hand in your arm stops you suddenly, the tension of your body warns you that your about to choose violence.
“Brave comment coming of the ugliest boots that ever existed.” You knew he saw them, don’t appreciate the review but he didn’t completely ignore you. “At least I hope they’re comfortable enough to walk through the unemployed life.”
“Oh, they are, thanks for the concern Mr. Chalamet, I don’t understand why everyone says you’re such a dickhead.” You have an extracorporeal experience listening to yourself, you can’t let him get into your head and give him reasons to fire you and take the only thing in your life that has sense. You calm your breathing and look at him with an eased expression. “I'm sorry, I shouldn't...”
“Don’t ruin it.” He cuts you off rolling his eyes and lowering his grip to your forearm, softer and even sweet, like an unintentional caress. Your confused face makes him smile and shakes his head. “Just when you got my attention.” He whispers in your ear and proceeds to leave the truck with no other explication, leaving a shocked and scared pink woman with the eyes wide open and about to fade out. He is even more terrifying when is kind.
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“I’m home!” You yell closing the apartment door behind you, ready to jump into the couch, watch a corny movie that you never would admit you like, and cry. “I need Sheep’s special soup, I had one of those days!” You keep yelling at the empty space and go directly to the fridge.
“She went to the store.” A male voice beside you makes you scream and throw a ketchup bottle at his bare chest since is the first thing you find.
“Who the fuck are you?!”
“Michael, I’m dating Stella, I thought you knew, hey.” He offers you his hand and you look at it cautiously.
“Prove it.” You respond still hiding behind the fridge's door and looking for another thing to throw at him, something more harmful after the unsuccessful condiment.
“Prove it?” He laughs crossing his arms surprised at your demand. “Ok then, Stella is 21 years old, studies acting, blonde with small beautiful blue eyes, and shares this apartment with his Hispanic best friend with commitment problems and anger issues.“ You gasped feeling hurt by the second stranger insulting you today.
“She would never say that… the anger issues at least.” You close the fridge door now sure that he isn’t some kind of thief pretending to fix the heater to rob your cool handmade dresses and paintings of random people at the park. Not today but those things will be priceless someday.
“Yeah, she didn’t say that part but I can hear you screaming in the background when I call her, so.”This is not a good day to put your attitude in perspective, you don't want to add anything to the stereotype of Hispanic people being loud and dramatic but maldita sea, these Americans couldn't be more annoying today.
“Ok I’m loud, does that means I have anger issues? Typical Michael, judge, nosy, a hateful know it all and whiney, yes she told me about you and I won't tell you which part of that is what she didn't say.”
“Heeeey!” Sheep opens the door at the perfect moment for her to hear you insulting her new boyfriend and you run to hug her because she is the only person that never makes you feel judged “Oh no, honey, what happened?” She leaves the shopping bags and wraps you with her arms softly caressing your back.
“I insulted Timothée Chalamet, he said that my boots are ugly, then your half-naked boyfriend with tiny nipples said I have anger issues, something that is probably true because I called my boss an asshole and I’m surely gonna get fired because he said that I got his attention and I don't know if he was flirting with me o threatening me to death.” You whine on her shoulder releasing everything you kept for yourself on the way back home.
“I'm going to need more information... Timothee Chalamet?” She asks giving a step back to look at you, but you only whine in response. “It's ok love, it's ok, I'm going to make your soup and everything will be more clear later.”
She hurries to the kitchen and you see Michael's gaze mocking at you, you stick your tongue out at him and follow your friend. “Her name is Sheep, you pretentious fratboy.” You whisper when pass next to him.
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“Dickhead? I need to teach you how to swear, that's really the best you could think of?” Ben laughs through the phone making you blush, of course not, you have a thousand insults better than that, but none of those sounds good in English so you stick with the basics.
“Shut up, I was terrified and trying not to be that rude, I love that job.” You answer still doing your homework. When you get a job with industry relevance the college gives you some facilities for you to keep studying, but that includes tons of no mercy homework.
“After the boots comment? No way, I would have punched him in the face right there.” You heard him giggling.
“Careful, I still can get even with someone.”
“No, I’m for real I like them, actually, the next time I see you I want you to wear nothing but them.” He knows that the path to your smile is flattering your clothes because of how hard you work on them.
“It’s easier to say it since I haven’t seen you in a week.” You say making a big effort to not sound that needy, he has a way to make you forget everything around you, and even when that’s not a healthy choice, you crave for that feeling lately.
“I know, I want to see my cute Jigglypuff too but I want you to miss me badly so when I come back you can show me.” He says lowering his voice, making your stomach flinch, you love it when he uses that tone.
“I can show you now.” You say playfully and stopping to pretend that you care about your homework.
“Ok, fuck, just let me go to my room because I’m supposed to be at a reunion with the band and I didn’t know that press you to talk about your day would bring us here.” You laugh hearing his breath get cut for what you think is him running.
His band is making a small tour in towns around, just to make sure they have the zone covered before making a big concert and sold out, he is supposed to be back in a week and you can’t be more excited about seeing him again. His presence is so intoxicant and addictive, not caring about real-life problems, and not being able to see all the things about yourself that you don’t like. But, you like him that way? You have asked that question to yourself the last few days but since you're not ready for the answer, you don’t get deep into it.
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The next day you wake up with your phone in your hand, you turned off the alarm in your sleep and now you are terribly late to work. This is unusual in you but Ben kept you awake up for hours and then homework for the rest of the night. Say you had three full hours of sleep would be excessive.
“I’m sorry, I’m here! I overslept but I brought you a coffee and a firm excuse for my first and last delay.” Out of breath you start overwhelmingly Ted, the helper's manager, and offer him the drink you bought for yourself but seems more useful to charm him.
“It’s ok, he arrived ten minutes ago but is still eating breakfast so that gives you another five at least.” He says without looking at you but taking the coffee, you had no idea what he’s talking about and why your coworkers are looking at you like you have a fatal disease you don’t know about.
“I’m sorry, who arrived?” You ask hugging yourself, needing some kind of support. He finally looks at you and scans from head to toe, not rudely, just analyzing.
“Aren’t you...” He looks at his phone looking for something. “Hispanic. Pesky. Nice Ass?” He finishes putting his phone down and ignoring the awkwardness of bringing your ass to the conversation.
“...I guess, I mean yeah, could be.” There’s no other Hispanic intern in that department and ok, you have a nice ass, not sure about the pesky part, especially because you don't know what that means but if it's the way Timothée described you, you couldn't wait to be something completely kind.
“No one told you, huh?” He says with a distressing look. “Congratulations, you are the new cosmetologist of Mr. Chalamet, you are a paid employee from now on... if you see the good part, HPNA.” He says referring to the initials of your new nickname while starts walking away.
“Wait! No, I’m not a cosmetologist, I’m a costume designer, well, I aspire to be, I work for Mrs. Durran...” You start saying following him and trying to keep his track, is way taller than you.
“And she doesn’t care about you, she gets another intern in a second. This is a real and lifetime opportunity, some people would give a hand for a thing like this, and I'd be more worried about doing a good job and put his name in my resume. Now go to his trailer because he specifically asked for you.” You stop walking and see him getting away from you taking your complaints with him. He is right, this is a big moment for your career. But at what cost?
You go to his trailer and knock at the door with a different attitude than yesterday, you are mad, he has absolutely no right to take you of your workplace and claim you as his, and for what? Revenge? Insult you again? It doesn’t matter, you won’t let him win, the filming will last another two weeks and then you’ll be free, with a star in your curriculum and money.
“Mhm.” You hear subtly from the other side of the door. Ugh, he doesn’t even mind to offers you a complete word, no, you won’t give him the pleasure of seeing you mad again. You enter the trailer with a kind smile that obviously he doesn’t see because he doesn’t look at you, again.
“Good morning.” You say joyful, if what he's interested in is you doing drama then that's exactly what you won't give him.
“You are really making an effort to look like a cartoon character.” How could he say that? He didn't even see you, or that's what you think, his gaze never leaves the phone.
Today you chose baby blue shorts and tank top with white buttons in the middle, a necklace with cotton balls all around that look like tiny clouds, matching earrings, and white sneakers with big rainbow platforms. You look pretty, doesn't matter what he says so you give him a soft polite laugh, the one you'd give a teacher.
“Glad you notice.” You answer going for your tools with the same cheerful tone.
“Your hair is even blinder than yesterday.” He keeps saying, clearly expecting a shrewd answer from you, but you still the same when starts doing his makeup.
“Oh, thanks, I use a special shampoo, I can give you the name if you want to.” You answer like an actor of a commercial, credible enough. You lean to his face to cover the shine with a brush but he stops you by holding your wrist.
“How long do you think you can keep this stupid attitude?” He says softly in a velvet voice that would have melted you if you weren't this mad. He pulls you a little bit to his body and you don't put up resistance, not sure why.
“Until the very last moment.” You answer, release yourself from his grip and get back to your work. His smile increases devilishly while yours is weakened.
“Will see.”
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The next days happen as a long nightmare. You wake up every day after two or three hours of sleep, go to work, college, make a lifetime of homework, cry for five minutes, take a shower, and sleep as long as your alarm allows you. But the worst part is, not a surprise, Timothée Chalamet who works hard day by day humiliating and pushing you to your limits making you go for his food, spoon-fed him, cut his pills, ruin his hair to make you do it again, call you names, makes jokes about your clothes or hair and flirt in a passive-aggressive style that made you reconsider how much you want to keep working in films. He's not callously rude, is more like a naughty kid playing with his nanny, in other times you would have gone along with him but you're not there for that and the chaos around you just make it worst.
Ben has been your stand the whole week, making you smile with every message or just distracting you by saying stories of his crazy fans. You're not ready to have a relationship again but eventually, if the things with Ben keep going as great as now, you could give it a try.
“All I'm saying is that no one would blame you if you knock him off, everyone knows he's is a jerk, even me, and I've watched like three movies.” Ben says with a sleepy voice, he insisted to call you before work and since Timothée takes his time to arrive, you've been talking for almost an hour.
“His face must be assured for millions and I'm lucky if I buy a burger to lunch.” You say amused outside the trailer waiting for your headache of the day.
“I'll take you to dinner when I get back.” He replies using his flirty voice showing the multi intention of his offer.
“You'll be lucky if see me for five minutes. You should come one of these days and show him your muscles so he thinks I have a boyfriend double his size, maybe that calms him.” You laugh but he doesn't join you, instead, there's an awful silence that stabs you in the cheast. “Not that we are boyfriend and girlfriend, but he could think that.”
“Oh, great!” Now he laughs and sighs audibly, too much to not be offensive. “I thought we were about to have that awkward conversation where I tell you that we are not dating and we're just friends having a good time, hanging out with other friends too, and is nothing serious.” You laugh too but not for the same reasons. It's not that you want anything else right now, but just friends that see other friends? That is almost hurtful, or just hurtful, that means that he has been living the great life with his friends when you can't even hang out with your actual friends. You're not sure what bothers you the most, there's a long list to check.
“No, we are clear in that, even when we haven't mentioned any of that, and one could get confused... not me, obviously.” You see Timothée arriving at the perfect moment because you don't think that you can keep lying without getting upset. “I gotta go.”
“Ok love, I see you in three...” But you don't let him finish before hang up and enter in the trailer before the brunette does, that surprise him, and the absence of your forced smile and greeting.
“Buenos días.” He says in regular Spanish trying to catch your attention unsuccessfully. It may be the lack of proper sleep, eat, or Ben's new attitude but you are tired of keep playing with him a game that you can't win no matter how you see it. You don't answer but that's not his biggest fixation, your outfit is completely black, jeans, hoodie, and shoes, no sparkle or surprise detail, you look like a normal college student with a messy bun and eyebags. “I don't get the concept of your outfit today, are you the shadow of Peter Pan?”
“Not today.” You murmur ordering the things in your backpack because like if it's not enough you have an important exam today, the reason why your about to break your personal record with no sleep.
“Oh, Princess Bubblegum is moody today, so sad, but you can use that energy to take my car to the service after we're done here.” He starts saying walking to you gracefully, like a panther charming his food, if that has any sense.
“Not today.” You repeat slowly feeling the anger stuck in your throat, you are trying so hard not to yell and show how exhausted you are of everything. He takes another step forward and places a hand in your backpack putting it down forcing you to look at him.
“Shit, you look terrible.” He mumbles looking careful at your face, was that concern?
“You know what, Mr. Charmander? From now on you have the permission of three insults per day, after that, it would be very nice if you shut the fuck up for the rest of the journey. Or even better, what if you just shut the fuck up forever and that's it!” You start saying raising your voice gradually, avoiding look at him because that would take the pinch of boldness you found somewhere inside you.
—Y/n...
“Oh, you know my name! That's a fucking miracle Timothée because this must be the first time you say it and it's sadly the only expression of respect you have had for me.” You feel the blood up in your cheeks while you are fighting against the rage tears threatening to come out.
He waits until you stop talking and gives another step to you, but you are too emotional to care that your bodies are separated by just a few centimeters. He looks at you with affection and concern, for the last days he watched you lose your sparkle and it was almost hurtful. “What else?” He asks in a soft murmur that caresses your ears, the calm of his voice when he's not trying to be a pain in the ass is peaceful.
“Your selfish ass can't help to take everything you want. You had absolutely no right to take me off my job, do you have any idea of how hard I've worked? I can't sleep, I can't eat, I don't even enjoy what I study anymore, and none of that is your fault but being a complete dick and make my life miserable for your own entertainment is.” You realize how high you are talking but you don't care.
“Keep going.” He insists leaning his face to yours just enough to not be intrusive.
“You are rude, arrogant, cynical, and not as handsome in person.” You continue finally looking at his olive absorbing eyes that look more joyful at every second. “I don't know if you have some sort of SM fetish and you enjoy when I insult you but fuck it, don't make me part of this.”
“Are you done?” He asks with a grin and his hand taking the claw clip off your hair making it fall, he moves a lock behind your ear, and is at that moment that you realize the amount of sexual tension in the room, allowing yourself to smell his scent for the first time, perfume more expensive than your parents car, dim essence of herb mixes like mint or eucalyptus, and grape chapstick, you can see it glowing slightly on his lips.
“Enlisting all about you that pisses me off? It'll take several days.” Your voice get back to its regular tone and your eyes follow the trail of his hand that slides from your hair to your arm. You have chills. This is a new kind of mental torture?
“Good, the longer, the better.” His giggles dissolve the stress from your body and you take your time to breathe properly again, the new problem is your heartbeat. You should be mad at how he gets away with the rude things he did to you just smiling like a high schooler and touching you like a dog. But you are not. “I didn't know you wanted to be an intern, I assumed you'd love to work with me... because my head is giant.” He murmurs and you believe in his words, later you could blame the vulnerability that sleepless nights gave you. “I liked you and I thought that we were both playing.”
“I'm not a stray you adopt and play with it.” You stay firm even when his touch is melting you inside. “And tell my boss I have a nice ass, you call that a compliment? You have the romantic personality of a 13 years old boy.”
“Was that or Hispanic Pesky Clown Style, I had to be very specific.” He says amused, not offended by your words.
“Ya tuve suficiente...” You start saying and about to push him in the chest to walk away but he holds your face and takes you in a deep kiss that freezes you, the hold of his hands is soft and warm, not forcing you to stay close but enjoying your presence and claiming for more.
You hold his waist and end the space between both of you, receiving the comfort you didn't know you need. He holds the back of your neck and presses it just enough to make you stand on your tiptoes to reach his relief. You're not thinking clearly with your arms in his lower back and his tongue caressing your lips, it just feels correct at the moment.
He walks forward making you step back against the wall, you gasp against his mouth, he tightens the grab on your neck and you have to hold him harder fir you to not fade out. He gets that as a need for proximity and uses his free hand to take your thigh and lift you up, using his own body to give you support.
The time stops, the entire existence is reduced to a distant memory when you put your hands in his hair, the one you been fixing and secretly wanted to mess up with your fingers like you're doing right now. He lifts your hoody enough to touch the bare skin of your waist, his fingertips are cold but the palm is warm, a proper mix, you think. His mouth goes down to your jaw and leaves small bites that he proceeds to lick, putting out the fire.
You look for the edge of his shirt to lift it up but the five minutes remain knock at the door arrives and you freak out pushing him too hard that he almost fell against the makeup table and you collapse on the floor.
When you see each other seconds later, both burst out laughing.
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How do you think the brothers would react if they found out that MC was apart of the circus?
Heya!!!! I hope you’ve been keeping well!
(Special thanks to @lani-danae, @erpprincess, @sirenserene for helping with some ideas! 🤟💕)
I took a little bit of a different approach from the original ask! If you want me to change it, don’t hesitate to let me know. ☜(ﾟヮﾟ☜)
Warnings: The only thing is a slight event spoiler in Beels section.
Demon brothers react to an MC that’s apart of the circus and Diavolo overhears (ﾟωﾟ;)
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During your time in the devildom, the brothers have made it their mission to learn everything about you. They wuv their MC! An aspect of your life that they obsess over is your career choice. I mean, how often do you meet someone who’s apart of the circus? Luci and Satan asked intellectual questions about the logistics and training involved. Beel wanted to know about the types of food they had. Belphie : 😴. (He’s a sleepy boyo) Asmo fawning on about what roles could be enhanced by his beauty. Levi booked it to Anidaemon to buy every circus themed anime/games/manga he could find and drags you into his room to watch/play/read them all. Mammon started trying to plot a way he could profit from it.
Their fatal mistake was talking about it at RAD, not realizing Diavolo was within earshot. DUN DUN DUNNNN!!!!
Prince Himbo (I love him lol): “MC! I had no idea you had such a fascinating career!”
Luci: “No......”
Prince Himbo: “This gives me a fantastic idea!”
Luci: “Please no....”
PH: “The student council shall put on RAD’s first circus!”
Lu: *Screams internally, dies a little inside*
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Lucifer: *Lion Tamer*
This particular lion is of the Devildom variety so he has his work cut out for him. Is so annoyed he’s even in this situation, he briefly contemplates turning the lion on Diavolo. He ultimately decides against it because of the amount of paper work that would be involved.
Good thing he’s skilled with that whip...
Mammon: *Clown*
Hes just such a wonderful, loud, boisterous derp! It’s like the role was made for him! Lucifer even threatened talked him into driving around in the little clown car. He almost made it through the whole show! bbbbuuuttt ended up crashing into the sea monsters tank, effectively causing a now very angy sea snek to go on a rampage.
🤡 🌊
Leviathan: *Sea Monster aka Angy Sea Snek*
At first he literally got on his knees and begged Lucifer not too make him do this. Too much attention for our sweet otaku bb. Came around to the idea though when he found out all he had to do was swim around a bit in a costume. Secretly had Satan enchant his Nintendo Switch so it worked under water, ultimately chillin’ at the bottom of the tank playing animal crossing. That was until a certain clown came barreling through the side of the tank, wouldn’t have been so bad except for the fact that his switch was destroyed in the process “MMMAAAMMMOOON !!!”
Lotan was subsequently summoned and flooded out the entire colosseum.
Made for a pretty great finale though
Satan: *Knife Thrower*
He’d originally intended to put on a magic show of sorts. Changed his mind after finding out one of his extremely rare probably cursed, ancient tomes was sold on an auction site. We all know he’s got good aim with those books he throws when he’s pissed, how different could knives be?
“Stay still brother, wouldn’t want anything.....unfortunate to happen, now would we?” ( ⋂‿⋂’) 🔪
“Gahhhhhh!!!!” ━(◯Δ◯∥)━ン
Asmodeus: *Trapeze*
If Asmo cared any less about the performance, he’d be dead. Originally Mammon was considereding this role. Mams is agile and has that eye catching swagger. Then Asmo saw the costumes trapeze artists wear in all their glitzy glory, and after sobbing dramatically for three days now has the job! There were so many sequins and rhinestones on his leotard that when the light would reflect off it, audience members were covering their eyes and ducking.
“Ahaha! You’re all just so blinded by my perfect beauty!”
Beelzebub: *The Lion*
Someone Solomon thought it would be a unique touch to breakout that celestial realm serum to turn Beel back into a Lion. Started to go feral from the smell of funnel cake nearby and charged at the crowd. Amid the screams and panic came Lucifer. With his whip in one hand and a hellfire cheesecake in the other he was finally able to wrangle his brother back in before anyone got devoured.
“Rawrrrrr, rawr, ra-rawr, purr” he’s still a lion, that’s the best ya get.
Belphegor: *Cannonball*
Oh sweet, sweet sleepy grump. He did try, really he did. After attempting a dozen different acts and falling a sleep through all of them, including a cringing mishap while tight rope walking......he became the cannonball!! Not particularly thrilled by this but thought at least he would get to sleep while he waited. Was awoken to the sound of more gun powder being loaded into the canon
“Woah there! I thought it was just a small shot to the net what are doing?”
All Belphie saw out the front of the cannon was the very top of a poofy white hat and heard the words
“THIS IS YOUR DAY OF RECKONING DEMON!”
Then BLAM!!!!
Belphie got to briefly remember the sensation of flying while being launched over the wall of the colosseum.
Lucifer found him in the top of a tree where Belph-a-bean was tangled muttering “That sneaky ass little chihuahua....”
Luci pulled him out but not before taking a few pictures for posterity.
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in honor of international women’s day here’s another installation if my atla girl headcanons
fun lil headcanons for toph because why tf not:
in canon headcanons:
-competes in earth rumble every single year until she dies. she will leave her little swap for one day a hear and its to fuck shit up at earth rumble. never loses.
-her field trip with zuko was her forcing him to take her to find sokka’s space sword and boomerang because she felt guilty that he lost those items to save her life (she got over her guilt and it turned into a thank you/birthday present for him. he cried). Zuko didn’t know why he was the one chosen to go and not suki or aang considering they were there during the fight and her only explanation is “you owe me a better fieldtrip than last time sparky” and hes too scared to tell her no
-i firmly believe that she invents the atla equivalent of earthbender soccer/football. just a bunch of earthbenders kicking a rock around. right up her ally tbh
-she visits the badgermoles who taught her how to bend whenever she can. (she cuddles with them too sometimes but she will deny it if asked)
-this one isnt rlly a headcanon because its like seen all the time in the show but i just rlly love it so im adding it because its one of my favorite details in yhe show: she loves holding onto one of her friends whenever she can’t sense her surroundings through her bending (like when shes holding sokkas arm on appa ygs know what im talking ab). no one ever says a word to her about it tho because sokka made a joke about her being a secret cuddle monster and she punched him so hard that it definitely wasnt her way of showing affection...
-she absolutely hates king bumi because he refuses to tell her how he became king when the earth kingdom already has a king. she just wants to know and he wont tell her and its frustrating.
modern au headcannons:
-absolute obsession with unsolved murder podcasts. buzzfeed unsolved is also one of her favorite youtube series
-i think toph would be terrified of small dogs. big dogs are fine but she swears that all small dogs are demons (and not the fun kind) keep chihuahuas in little purses away from toph
-in my modern aus i always imagine them as nonbending aus so she would have a cane or a service dog. if she uses a cane she asks her friends to decorate it with stickers and markers so it fits her vibe (when asked what she thinks her vibe is all she said was “dirt and victory”) and if she has a dog the dogs name is dog because she thinks its hilarious to call her dog “dog”
-she is a sucker for anything mint chocolate chip flavored
headcanons that go for both:
-she has learned how to do some tricks to make it look like she can see (like shes learned how to accidentally bump a water bottle off a table and time it out perfectly so when she puts her had out she catches it) and for months she only did them when sokka was around and convinced him that she could see as a prank and he totally fell for it
-despite her sarcastic and brash attitude, her friends all think of her as someone who is really wise and they all think she gives really good advice (even if it does come across a little too brutally honest. they appreciate it though)
-she always wished she wasnt an only child because she got lonely as a kid, but after meeting her friends she stopped wishing for a sibling
-she absolutely hates thunderstorms
-this ones kinda sad but i think she lives longer than anyone else in the gaang and it makes her sad sometimes because they used to consider her the baby of the group :,(
-she is the best and you all should show toph some love
happy international women’s day!!!
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Dash wants to romance Phantom and he should do it - Chapter 1
Fandom: Danny Phantom
Tags: Dash Baxter/Danny Fenton, Kwan, Fluff, ship, Danny is an idiot, hurt/comfort, angst, dating, secret exposed
Summary: Dash had a big secret: he was a hopeless romantic. Taking that a step further, he was hugely pansexual. Put those together and you had a big idiot that had lots of love to give, but nobody to spoil with it.
What else could he do but fall hard and fast for Amity Park's hero, Danny Phantom?
you can read it on Ao3 here, along with several new chapters, but otherwise i figured i should get this tumblr running properly and i figured why not do it with a ship fic
Dash Baxter had a terrible, horrid, mind-blowing secret; probably the biggest secret in all of history. The truth is, he was a giant sap. Furthermore, and perhaps worse, he was an absolutely hopeless romantic.
He watched the romance channel every night, eyes glued to the screen with his chihuahua, Pooky, sat in his lap, gazing with the same rapt attention as his owner. It was his favorite time of the day, when he could go home and be himself… well, sort of. His parents would definitely skin him alive if they knew about what he fantasized about (cruises in the moonlight… wide-blown confessions… desperate tears as his lover is begged to stay…). They probably wouldn’t appreciate his sexuality much, either, which he’d figured was pan at this point.
And here was where the main problem cropped up: when Dash fell for someone, he fell hard. Snap his nose, shatter his skull, brain oozing out the ears hard. To make matters worse, he just happened to be attracted to the one man literally all of Amity Park was after as well- Danny Phantom.
Everybody else just wanted Phantom because he was a hero, Dash was sure, but there was so much more to the teenage hero than just the heroics (even though they were fucking amazing!). For instance, the way he grinned after finally beating down a stubborn ghost and it seemed to light up the sky. How he went cackling into a battle at his own horrible jokes. How his hair fluffed cutely when he slowed down to land. How his eyes literally shone with determination and bravery.
Suffice to say, Dash could go on for hours.
Phantom was strong where Dash was weak, brave where he cowered, and beautiful where he was rough.
It was honestly pathetic how badly Dash swooned for the ghost.
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Dash slid in beside Kwan at their usual table; they were the first ones there, and simultaneously glanced around to make sure no one was in earshot.
“So I got the pictures,” Kwan mumbled, sliding them over face down like some sort of shady dealer.
“Thanks, Kwan. I knew I could count on you.” Dash palmed the photos and tried to discreetly look at them under the table. Looking back at him were several snapshots of Danny Phantom in the middle of battle; most stunning was the one where Phantom was inches from fucking roundhouse kicking some ghost in the face.
“I thought you’d like them,” Kwan said, a little too smug, having seemingly have seen some reaction in Dash’s face, “they were in super high demand when I got there.” He sighed, looking over Dash’s shoulder at the pictures, “Phantom’s just so damn flexible… ”
“Imagine all the spider-man kisses…” he mumbled without thinking, but Kwan just sighed in sympathy.
Kwan was the absolute one and only person he’d ever told about the whole romance thing. Dash had been worried he’d laugh, but he was his best friend. They’d both been sat in front of the tv watching the romance channel within the hour. He couldn’t ask for a better best friend.
Finally, the other A-listers began to join them, so Dash tucked the pictures away and settled into the routine of gossip.
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It’d been a long, long , wait, chocked full of flustered planning, working part time jobs, and reciting, but Dash finally had everything ready to confess.
To fucking confess!
“I’m gonna throw up,” he told Kwan through the bouquet of flowers he was clutching to his chest.
“No you’re not,” he reassured, “you know why?”
“Why…?”
“Because Danny Phantom is waiting for you!”
“...No he’s not? I haven’t told him yet.” Was this some kind of metaphor? He didn’t get metaphors.
“Huh? No, I meant, uh…” Kwan visibly struggled to salvage the conversation, “I meant kinda figuratively? Like… he’s waiting but he just doesn’t know it yet?”
Dash scratched his head, “I guess…?”
“...Whatever,” Kwan flapped his hands at him, shooing him toward the door, “go get in position and I’ll track him down, okay?”
“Alright. Good luck out there!”
“You too, Baxter,” Kwan called, waving optimistically over his shoulder.
Dash took a deep breath in, then out, both ways trembling, before finally turning and jogging off to the confession site.
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If everything went right, the plan would go as following: Kwan tracks Phantom down after a fight and asks him- begs, if necessary, that the ghost come to Amity Park’s gardens for ‘something important.’ There was a trail of roses at the entrance, leading deeper in until it came to the secluded spot that Dash sat waiting on one of the fancy benches, wearing one of his Dad’s fancy jackets and his best clothes. Dash would stand, give him, the bouquet, and then his speech… and ask him out.
In theory it was fine… but now that he was here, it felt like he was gonna pass out. He went too far, didn’t he? The trail of roses was too much- way too sappy. And what the hell kind of bouquet was he even holding!? He’d tried to use flower meanings to his advantage, but now it looked like all the colors were clashing. There was way too much. It was actually kind of heavy- or was that just his nerves? Dash lowered the bouquet to rest in his lap and wiped his forehead with his forearm.
Oh god, was he going to sweat through his clothes? Was he about to confess to his only love while there were growing sweat stains under his pits? It was about time to call this off; it was fine, they could reschedule, Phantom popped up several times a day and-
Dash flinched as his phone buzzed in his pocket, alerting him to a text from Kwan. ‘Hes coming ur way!!!’ it read.
Dash scrambled to make himself look halfway decent, sitting ramrod straight on the edge of the bench. A second later he smacked himself and leaned back, trying to look confident. He threw his arm over the back of the bench, but second guessed it after remembering the sweat.
Just be polite, he snapped at himself, before settling back with his hands in his lap, bouquet leaning against his chest.
He liked it when the characters in his shows were nervous to confess, but absolutely hated it for himself. How did they deal with this?
Dash waited for about another five excruciating minutes before he caught a bit of movement in the corner of his eye and saw Phantom coming around the corner- he hadn’t even heard him coming, oh god.
The A-lister stood, quickly smoothing down his clothes. Phantom seemed to have been collecting the roses as he went, now holding a small handful of them close to his chest. There also seemed to be a nasty looking bruise on his neck, just barely visible thanks to the high neckline of his suit. When the ghost finally looked up and saw Dash having an internal crisis a ways away, his eyes went comically wide (actually that was really cute…).
“Phant-om,” he began, his voice cracking on the very first fucking word, “uh, first of all, I’m really, really happy you could meet me here. Second…” Dash trailed off; his nerves were frying his memory. He saw Phantom take a breath to speak and panicked, quickly thrusting the bouquet toward him. “This is for you!”
The ghost fumbled it for a second, what with already holding the other flowers he’d picked up along the way. The bouquet looked huge in his hands; it also looked prettier in his hands. Less child’s-hateful-crayon-art and more graceful-rainbow-over-the-sea.
Dash tried to take a steadying breath and spoke softly, “so I know you definitely have a lot of admirers… like a lot a lot, but… I decided that I couldn’t live without- that I couldn’t go on without at least trying. ” He felt a hot wash of shame at the slip up, but he couldn’t stop now, “I-I see you fight and you make me brave, I see you smile and my whole world lights up. You’re just- you’re beautiful and amazing and- and…” Dash finally made eye contact, remembering that confidence in these situations was important, when his mind blanked. Oh god- oh god- Phantom was blushing a green glow. That was kinda weird- actually nevermind- that was fucking adorable.
Phantom glanced away and laughed nervously, “Dash, I uh-”
“W-wait, let me finish,” he cut in quickly, in a bit of a panic, “please,” tacked unhelpfully onto the end. Phantom shifted awkwardly, but nodded; Dash would have missed the way he held the flowers a little closer to him, if not for the subtle crinkle of their wrapping.
He huffed and forced himself to continue, “the- the point is! ...It’s…” the script was a mess at this point… “it’s that you mean more to me than you’ll ever know and… I want you to go out with me. Please. I-...” he nodded with finality, blushing madly. He’d botched that so bad. He screwed up, hadn’t he? Oh god… Kwan was gonna be so disappointed in him…
Phantom took a deep breath and shifted the bouquet to one arm so he could rub the back of his neck. “...I, uh,” he began after awhile, “I really, really appreciate this, but,” Dash’s heart sunk in his chest- more realistically, actually, it hit the bottom of his stomach with a loud clatter. Phantom must’ve heard it, because he quickly went on, “a relationship with me of all would get really complicated really fast. I, uh, I don’t wanna pin that on anybody. Especially not you. Dash. So…”
Dash blinked stupidly for a second. “...You mean the ghost fighting? I know- I know! A-and I’m prepared for that! I thought it all out- you could go out and fight ghosts, no problem, but when you’re done, I’d be waiting for you back at home!”
Phantom gave him an odd look, “...home?”
“Oh, uh, yeah,” Dash fumbled, suddenly embarrassed again, “I figured you lived in the ghost zone or something and that you could just come to my place whenever we wanted to hang. ...That! Also! Solves the whole thing about you being super famous and all, y’know?” Dash began gesturing wildly, his nerves getting the better of him at this point, “you don’t even have to tell anybody we’re dating! I know everybody’d be super pissed if you did. This whole thing can just be our little secret!”
The ghost winced before he could cover it up, “about secrets… there’s a lot I can’t tell you. About myself. About ghosts. It’s just… Dash. You’re- you’re a great guy and all, but… a relationship with me would seriously be a bad move.” Dash was about to cut in, but Phantom talked over him, “can’t you do better than a secretive, dead guy, who fights other dead guys for a living? Your still in highschool. Uh, aren’t you? So- so at the very least, go and like… be with somebody that can actually contribute to the relationship.” He shrugged awkwardly, “or, I dunno, marry some rich dude and ride out life with money instead. Whatever suits you.”
Dash saw his chance and snagged it with both hands, “ you suit me,” he blurted.
Phantom gave him a look and Dash would’ve fainted right then and there if it weren’t for the telling blush that came with it (those piercing green eyes could give grown men heart attacks, honestly).
“That’s not- ugh. Dash-” Phantom huffed in frustration.
“No! Okay, listen up, Danny Phantom,” the ghost seemed to twitch at the use of his full name, “I think you’re fucking amazing! I’ve been a huge fan since you just started out saving people. And the day that we both got shrunk super puny and had to run around a lot- that was really really tiring, but not the point! That was the best day I ever had!” Was he shaking? He was definitely shaking; he was practically yelling at Amity Park’s hero to date him. “There’s nobody else that I would even dream of being with other than you! I- I’ve…
“I’ve fantasized this moment a thousand times.” Dash swallowed thickly and deflated. “And I just… it would make me so happy if you agreed to go out with me.”
Phantom looked terribly conflicted- maybe even a little dazed. The longer Dash looked at him, the more he started to notice how banged up he seemed. Oh, right; Kwan had pulled him right out of a fight, without even giving him a chance to go rest up. Dash was swamped with a sudden guilt- Phantom had dragged himself way out here to listen to his blabbering while all Dash had been worried about were sweat stains and color coordination… oh god.
Quickly, Dash began patting his pockets, some of his nerves finally falling away now that he realized how bad he’d fucked up. He pulled out an antiseptic spray and bandages before offering them to Phantom. “I’m so, so sorry- I didn’t think you’d actually be, like, hurt hurt…”
“What? It’s fine, it happens all the time, uh…” the ghost awkwardly set the bouquet on the bench (very gently…) and took both items.
Shit, the ghost. “Wait, do ghosts even use that stuff? Dammit, I’m sorry…!”
“Again, it’s fine, chill. Just… why do you carry these around with you?”
“...Uhhh-”
“Duh, nevermind, most haunted city in America. My bad.” Phantom devolved into mumbling as he tore off a bit of bandages and reached below his neckline to press it, presumably, to his collar bone. When he pulled back, the bandages were dripping with green. He tore off more and repeated the process.
Dash watched for a moment before the guilt finally overtook and any hope of romance steadily fell away. He shuffled to the bench and sat down with a long sigh. “You can keep those. And… and you don’t have to answer all my earlier stuff. Not now- and… well, I guess not ever. ...Though I doubt I’ll stop coming to your fights.”
Phantom watched him warily for a second before floating to the bench and sitting down as well, leaving the bouquet to rest between them.
This is where there would be some beautiful parallel drawn between love and their relationship or some such, but Dash sucked at poetry and he wasn’t anywhere near smart enough to make metaphors on his own. So he just looked around the garden while Phantom dealt with the wound.
“...I didn’t take you for the romantic type…” the ghost mumbled after awhile.
Dash found his face flushing slightly, “uh, yeah… it’s sorta my secret.”
“I didn’t take you for being, what, gay? Either.”
“I’m pansexual,” Dash watch the collection of wadded bandages glow a collective, soft green, “and yeah… I guess that’s my other secret. I’m part of the A-list at school- they’re the best of the best. Cream of the crop. We’re the cool kids. The best- ”
“I get it,” Phantom huffed, but didn’t seem upset at all.
“Uh, yeah, sorry. But yeah, I’d definitely get kicked out of the A-list if they knew about this stuff… well, my best friend knows, but he’s cool.”
Phantom hummed and they fell into silence. Dash felt like he should be apologizing, but he didn’t want to ruin this more than he already had. It’d just be a broken record anyway. He sort of wanted to go home and try to forget this ever happened (a lost cause), but he didn’t want to just ditch Phantom after all he’d suddenly sprung on the wounded ghost. That would just be downright unforgivable. Could he walk Phantom home? Was that possible?
Just when he was working up the courage to ask, Phantom spoke first, “what would you even want out of dating me?”
Dash blinked owlishly at him, though the ghost wouldn’t meet his eyes. “Uh, duh! You? I already said all that stuff about you being super cool and heroic and awesome and pretty, didn’t I?” Phantom seemed to choke a little at that last one; he’d have to remember that. “I just wanna get to know you and, like, do stuff with you and… y’know! Dating stuff! We could watch movies together late at night, we could kissss? We could, uh, share food, share stories, just… date! We could make each other happy and all that.”
Phantom seemed to visibly flounder for a long moment, having set aside the bandages in favor of resting his elbows on his knees and his chin in his hands. A scowl slowly stretched across his face until, finally, he groaned and leaned back into the bench. “...Y’know what,” he mumbled.
“What,” Dash parroted, even though he was pretty sure that was rhetorical. For some reason, his heart was pounding again.
“...I’ll date you,” Phantom mumbled, watching him out of the corner of his eye.
A grin broke across Dash’s face, but he had to slap a hand across it before he squealed in front of his crush like an idiot.
#danny phantom#danny phantom fic#phic#dash/danny#danny/dash#danny fenton#dash baxter#took me literal months just to make my first actual post#not a great start but it's fine
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Relationship Headcanons (HC) (I’m not finish and my dumbass posted it before I could so come back later.)
Oikawa
Okay, anyways
If you don’t believe aliens exist don’t even try to have a conversation with him
He to stay up all night and talk about conspiracy theories, so be prepared for him waking you at 3am to talk about how the CIA framed Lee Harvey Oswald for the Assassination of JFK.
He needs constant validation and reassurance
Slap his ass until it breaks
Buy him milk bread
He’ll either do everything in his power to keep you or he’ll just let you go without giving it a second thought.
When he’s overworking himself be there for him, listen to him, and reassure him that he’s a good VB player
If he’s being TOO cocky don’t be afraid to say something
Crackhead energy 24/7
Wear his team jacket, he likes it when you do it.
Y’all will either get a pet cat or a hamster
He loves movie nights, but nothing scary
Tell him I love you first, if he hasn’t said it already he’s probably just scared you’ll reject him
DO NOT PUSH HIS BUTTONS, Oikawa is petty asf, just don’t okay?
If you wanna loose him, compare him to Kageyama. He resents him because he feels inferior.
Don’t expect him to ever be home on time, he spends a lot time practicing alone. He’ll probably forget to eat, so show up with dinner in a to go box for him .
Be patient, he’s not always gonna have time for you, he is a volleyball player after all.
He can be really childish sometimes, so you’ll probably have to go all Iwa-Chan on him.
Laugh at his jokes
Be petty when a girl flirts with him. He likes that shit.
Randomly make a funny face at him in the hallway
He has a big ego, so if you ignore him when you first meet, he’ll either fall in love with you or ignore you back.
Like i said, he needs constant reassurance and for you to be patient with him. His ex left him because he was so indulged in volleyball. Oikawa is really insecure about his abilities as a setter, especially when he’s compared to Kageyama.
Kageyama is to Oikawa as Voldemort is to Hogwarts, just don’t say his name, avoid it at all costs.
He’d be someone difficult to be in a relationship with, so it’s best to start out as friends.
Movie dates for sure, y’all will definitely watch a lot of sci-fi movies
Tsukkishima
Get him dino plushies, he may not say it out loud but it’s basically canon that he like dinosaurs.
Museum dates? Yes please.
Will teach you about all the dinosaurs
A bit of a tsundere
He likes when you guys throw playful insults at eachother
Do not force him to do anything he doesn’t want to do but do encourage him
Late night face times. Like y’all will fall asleep on the phone together
Study dates, he loves study dates. Especially when he doesn’t have to be super patient with you like Hinata, but he does love to help, don’t get me wrong.
He loves it when you’re clingy. Like he acts like he doesn’t but when you hold onto his arm and stuff, he’s internally blushing.
Literally does not care about looks. He is not superficial. He thinks looks are stupid and irrelevant when it comes to love.
Will definitely give you a pet name like idiot
Hug him, hug him, hug him. He likes it. He really likes it.
He’s emotionally constipated though, so if he doesn’t say I love you back, don’t take it to heart.
Definitely wants you to focus on your own goals. Will aggressively make sure you to focus on it and stuff.
If you’re not eating, he will force feed you.
You’ll probably have to scold him though for being mean to Hinata and Kageyama.
You guys hurled insults at each other when you met.
If you’re short he will definitely tease you and hold things high up in the air
Do not push him to tell you how he’s feeling. He will immediately close off and push you away
Tsukki is a jealous bean. Like if you’re unintentionally flirting with someone he’ll act like he doesn’t care but then he’ll act out whew
Tsukki puts his education first just for the record
Lev
Omg so wholesome
You guys go on cute dates, like fairs and stuff. He even wins you teddy bears and other prizes.
He definitely said I love you first
He does point out how short you are but not because he’s teasing you.
He needs lots of attention
Like a lot
Cause he’s like a puppy
He will bother you just because he’s bored
He just wants to lay in bed all day with you and cuddle
Horror movies don’t scare him because he’s seen the worst from Yaku
Probably wants you to beat up Yaku for him
He’s not really good with serious stuff. Scratch that, he doesn’t take ANYTHING seriously.
He’s really blunt so he might end up offending you at some point
He’s super tall so he grabs anything that you can’t reach and then makes fun of you for it.
You’re the Sugawaura to his chaos
You definitely keep him grounded
Bear hugs, he loves them.
No French kissing tho
Lots of head pats
NSFW stuff is the last thing on his mind so just wait until he’s ready
You guys might get into arguments often because of your clashing personalities but at the end of the day you both love each other
Mad Dog
He’s literally bakugou quirkless and playing volleyball
Very very possessive. He will not let any male near you (which in reality is v toxic)
Movie night? Slasher films all day. You guys watch them religiously.
Skips class just for you
You probably tease him a lot and he goes all angry chihuahua on you and you can’t help but laugh because you think it’s adorbs
He’s 100% the big spoon, there is no arguing about it.
He loves you but he won’t tell you that because he’s emotionally constipated
He’s v touch starved
Reassure him of your love and feelings for him because he definitely thinks you’ll leave him because of his “violent nature”.
Y’all definitely go to a skating rink for a date. Idky but he just has that vibe about him.
Your outfit colors ALWAYS match
DO NOT MAKE HIM JEALOUS
Do not push his buttons
Those are just Nonos, he will become FERAL
Human interaction? Gross.
Y’all are like that quiet couple at a party
People are very concerned about your relationship despite it being perfectly fine
He shows his love for you by watching your everyday habits
Sugawaura
COFFEE DATES
y’all bake eachother cookies and brownies all the time
You get those couple necklaces and bracelets
Probs packs your lunch the night before
You’re that couple in the hallway that’s always saying I love you
When you have to hang up you both keep saying goodbye
His teammates gag at y’all’s PDA
He helps you with everything
No seggs until marriage for him
You guys are super goody together and have singing competitions and stuff
He’s super perceptive of all your habits so he can tell when you’re in a mood or something
He knows everything you like
You definitely said I love you first
Despite being perceptive he was definitely oblivious to his feelings
Omg imagine him being a father, adorable
Will clean and organize your room because you keep procrastinating
He can be super clingy but Sometimes he just needs space
He likes it when you call him babe or baby wholesome
He might nag sometimes and it gets annoying and you might argue
School before everything else
Kageyama ( almost a mirror of Oikawa)
NO PDA because he thinks he’s a tough guy
However, expect to be bragged about in front of Oikawa.
He’s like the others, so give him lots of reassurance
Your relationship is just so chill bruh. Like fast food takeout as a date? Yes
He really appreciates it when you go to his games, but don’t cheer for him because he will get distracted
Expect Hinata to be over at All times because despite him brushing him off all the time he high key loves him
Fall asleep with him on the couch and hold his hand. He loves it.
Buy him milk. Do not drink his milk.
Don’t expect him to propose to you. If he does he’s probably really really nervous
He likes to have time by himself so give him space sometimes
Be clingy sometimes but not all the time
He’s like a dark and broody version of Oikawa so when he’s practicing late by himself or with Hinata, bring him food.
You’ve gotta be super duper goofy. Like goof off with him during dinner.
Loves taking walks with you at night. Hand in hand, with you leaning in to him.
You have to have thick skin because sometimes he might criticize you without realizing it
Tease him when he pouts like a lil baby
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Plz save my mom’s doggo :c
I didn’t know I would have to make one of these posts one day, but here I am.
Tessa doggo is our family jewel, our baby- very beloved by my mom. My mom babysat a chihuahua for a month and immediately wanted a dog of her own. So my father and I went on a 1hr+ trip to get this dachshund & chihuahua mix for my mom, and she fell in love with her. She babies her. She cuddles so much with Tessa. She spoils her so much. Now my mom is crying and heartbroken.
Tessa had surgery not even a week ago, and the recovery took a nasty turn. She lost a lot of blood (may have hemorrhaged) and is currently anemic. She needs a blood transfusion. Not only that but she needs surgery too if she does have internal bleeding.
So I immediately sprang into action and made a GoFundMe. Please donate what you can; my parents really need it. My mom really does. If you can’t donate I would be highly appreciative if you spread this around. 💖
Please signal boost this.
#doggo#doggy#dogs#dachschund#chihuahua#GoFundMe#anyway here’s wonderwall#anyway here’s a text post#plz help and plz share
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