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I'm a hero now pt 2

hitoshi shinsou x reader

Chapter one

Summary: Small steps. tw: masturbation, villain attack

The next week, Hitoshi returns to the diner alone with a notebook in his pocket. He sits at the counter and waits. Doe comes to him wiping her hands with her frequently worn apron and asks if he’s ready. Hitoshi doesn’t know the menu that well so he orders something simple and a coffee. One thing about this place that is in his favor is that he is very familiar with the liquid gold.

The kitchen door opens, revealing the pink wall and a pinboard in the back. You come out and wipe your hands with a towel. You point at the cat-shaped clock that sits above the counters.

“I have to get to class!” Doe rolls her eyes at you. He didn't know you were in school. If he asked you what you’re majoring in, would you freak out? Speaking to you does hinder his plan.

“The newbie isn’t here yet so you’re staying.”

“I’m going to call the police.” You grumble. He taps gently on the counter and waits for his order. Should he even be here? He feels he should give you space, and time to calm down. You vented and got what you wanted to say off of your chest. Even though he understands that he can't help thinking if that is his way of being a coward. Is he running by saying you need space? Is the notebook idea even worth anything?

You head into the kitchen when you look at the paper hooked on the kitchen window. You nod and head back inside. “This is my last one! I’m serious, Doe.”

The paper you grabbed was his. You clearly didn’t notice him sitting here, or you would’ve poured hot coffee on him. After a few minutes, you come out with his meal. “Number-”

You see him in his civilian clothing. You grip the plate tightly and your lips are a thin line. “I think that one’s mine.”

He didn’t mean to say that. You set the plate down harshly. Some of its contents spill on the surface. “Why are you here?”

“To eat.” He keeps doing it.

“Out of all the fucking places you choose here.” He notices your stance and how guarded you look. Eyes studious, body tense, and you are an arm's length away from the counter.

“You’re a good cook, always have been.” He can’t look away from you. Talking to you is like a relief after you’ve accomplished something. Doing the dishes, trying a new ice cream flavor, or getting a different haircut. Talking to you doesn’t feel like a chore at all. It’s a craving that has carved its way inside him for years. It is reminiscent of doing a hobby for the first time in a while. Maybe it feels like he’s doing something different with it.

You clench your hands and ask in a low, shaking voice. “Why are you doing this to me?”

He’s taken back for a second. Should he say that he’s here to apologize? That’s not what comes out of his mouth though. Like the loser he is, he awkwardly answers, “I’m here to eat.”

You look at him with misty eyes. He needs to go, doesn’t he? An apology like this should include atonement. He should’ve bet a five that you wouldn’t have wanted that. What you want is for him to disappear.

Doe is drawn by the noise and looks over. Confused, she walks to the scene of her employee ready to smack a customer and then run like hell. “What’s going on?”

“He’s here to eat.” Your hands are on your hips as you whisper those words. Doe raises her eyebrows. “Okay…patrons usually do that.”

“You don’t understand-” You inch closer to Doe. “Enough. He’s a paying customer. Be respectful.” Doe points at you and turns away, mumbling under her breath. You turn to look at him with a scornful expression.

He opens his notebook and quickly jots down, ‘ Thanks for the meal.’

God, he’s lame. He’s got to come up with something better than that.

Your eyes don’t leave him as he slides the folded paper to you. He decides not to watch you open or tear it, whichever comes first. He takes a bite out of the food. As always, it’s perfect. It tastes homemade and familiar. Rather than talking again, he raises his ceramic mug. Hopefully, him not talking will lighten some of the tension.

You grab the pot and pour coffee into the empty mug he just chugged. Your frown eases into a neutral expression. He raises his glass as a way of saying thanks. You eye him suspiciously and walk away slowly. This is a start.

Perhaps, he is showing you that you’re safe by not talking. To show his face and be calm without asking you a question. Maybe, this is what will do it. It’s going to take time. But this is you.

“So. Who are you to her anyway?” Doe leans on the counter. “Just some guy.”

“Mhm. No man has given her a reaction before. So, who are you? You apparently mean something if you can make her jump."

“It’s personal. Nothing to worry about.” Doe nods her head. “Is she safe?”

He raises his brows and says, “Absolutely. No question about it.” He sets his mug down and pours some creamer into the coffee.

“That’s all I ask for. She’s a good girl.”

“Even though she’s going to call the cops on you?”

Doe grins, her crow's feet showing a little and laugh lines prominent. Hitoshi finds himself happier than he just was. “Can I help ya, a little?”

Doe leans in, her elbows on the counter and her smile gone. “Baby, an apology is on her terms, you know that right?”

He blinks. “I can tell something’s up and I’m assuming you’re trying to apologize. This is not my first time seeing a man like this. You look like a puppy dog.”

When she sees the confused look on his face, she explains. “You said you’re sorry, that’s first. Now, it’s time to make up for it by also respecting boundaries. Maybe she’ll forgive you, maybe she won’t. What she’s doing is trying to heal for herself, not for you.”

“I’m not-”

“But by showing up here with that gorgeous face and demanding to be served despite your history, is saying different.” Doe lowers her voice, “You’re still doing it. Still imposing your will on her by oppression.”

Hitoshi’s eyes get wide. “I didn’t mean to back her in a corner.” Doe wipes the counter. “I know you didn’t. But that’s what it looks like.”

Hitoshi’s appetite is gone. He gulps and goes to stand. “Then I’ll, um, take my leave-”

He pulls out his wallet and opens it to find some cash. Doe places her warm hand on his cold fingers. “What’re you doing? I didn’t say you could go. What I’m saying is that you’re coming on strong, not for you to leave right now.”

He sits back down. He considered that space may be what you needed but was worried that you’d think he gave up or that it was a half-assed apology. Doe seems like a nice person. Despite her knowing you longer, she’s willing to help him without context and is standing up for you. So, she should be okay to talk to right?

Doe pats him on the back and tends to the customers who call her name. His phone rings for Facetime. He opens it to see his mentor. Aizawa is still somewhat new to technology since he never cared for it. His phones were basic and simple. According to Present Mic, he had a flip phone until his agency made him switch.

“Yes?” Hitoshi waits for him to answer and stop messing with the phone.

“I can see you, you’re fine.” Aizawa stops messing with it and speaks. “How the hell do I work this damn phone- screw it. Where are you?”

“Doe’s.” Aizawa hangs up the phone without a word. Hitoshi laughs to himself. His teacher isn’t even old yet he acts like he's ancient.

Suddenly, you come out of the kitchen again and hand him back the paper. Gently, he takes it from you. He opens the paper and reads, ‘Why are you here? ’

He writes down on an open space. ‘To apologize for everything. I just wanted you to know that.’

You read it as he’s writing. You then write, ‘What about boundaries?’

Doe told him about that. ‘If you want, I’ll stop coming.’

He hopes it doesn’t sound manipulative because that’s not his intention. ‘You can come but have someone else serve you. I don’t want to be around you.’

It stings. He expected it but reading your feelings just hit harder than he thought. The expression on your face makes him ache was purposely done.

‘I understand.’ In the corner of his eye, he sees Doe smile and nods at him.

The bell dings and in comes Aizawa. Doe hums. “You play too much. I spent years waiting for something this fine.” Aizawa stops and stares at her. She smirks and points to a seat by patting the counter. “Sit here.” It’s at the seat closest to her.

“Doe, leave him alone!” You scold her. She walks away, glaring at you. “I’m pretty sure it’s sexual harassment.” You follow her into the kitchen, still scolding her for her behavior.

“Other than that,” Aizawa doesn’t show much emotion but Hitoshi has been a hero long enough to spot the slightest difference. “We need you to go to the Commission office. Hawks has an assignment.” Hitoshi frowns and wonders why he's delivering this news and why couldn’t Hawks call.

He doesn’t question it. “Now?” Aizawa nods and gets up with ease. Over the years he’s gotten used to his amputation.

“It’s urgent.” Hitoshi straightens up and immediately gets up from the stool. Doe comes out with a smirk when Aizawa makes eye contact with her. Hitoshi places a large tip on the counter.

“For the beautiful lady who kept me company-”

“You don’t expect me to share this, do you? I got bills to pay.”

Hitoshi smiles and leaves another. “And for the beauty in the back. Give my compliments, will ya?”

“The hell? Why is hers more than mine? Ugh, fine. I’ll take the payment.”

“Thank you-”

“In exchange for that fine ass man’s phone number.”

“ No.”

Aizawa stands awkwardly at the door, stiff as a board. He side-eyes them both. Doe winks at him then squints her eyes at Hitoshi.

“Hm! (Y/n), he wants to compliment you!” Hitoshi gasps and walks away towards the door. “He says he wants you and your body! I don’t know why when I’m right here.”

He goes back and lays down more money. “That’s what I thought.”

He rolls his eyes and puts the note he wrote you on top of your tip. Before Doe can question it, he asks, “Make sure this gets to the cook, okay?”

Doe squints her eyes and purses her lips. “I will,” She sees Aizawa open the door. “And you come back! I’ll always be ready for you-”

“Doe, stop!” You peek through the kitchen window. “Let’s go, now.” Aizawa leaves and Hitoshi follows with a wave goodbye.

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Hitoshi goes to the diner for the nth time. It’s become routine for him and if it strays, Doe is sure to remind him that she was waiting for him and Eraser. When he told Eraser that she actually likes him, he was comical, Hitoshi’ll say. Doe flirted (sexually harassed) with him but he thought it was her personality. Hitoshi was sure to let his mentor know that Doe meant it.

He spots you quickly, as usual. Hitoshi decides to order from Doe while you crack a book open at a far table.

You tap your pen on your lip as you read the large textbook. When Hitoshi came in, you were lazily doodling on a thinning notepad with crumpled paper balls all around. You’re not working today much to Hitoshi’s dislike since Reika is making the coffee and Doe is cooking. It’s no offense to them but yours feels more home-cooked and flavorful. You never shied away from seasoning, thank God.

Your pen enters your mouth and you bite. This is the third time you’ve bitten your pen and bounced your foot. He sees you take a deep breath and scratch your head. He gets up and walks to you, abandoning his seat and mediocre meal. This place is decent enough that nothing will happen to them anyway.

Hitoshi clears his throat to get your attention. Your eyes look up at him, curious about what he's doing. Hitoshi sees that the textbook is for math. He makes sure to always have his notebook on hand just in case he gets brave and talks to you. Now that the subject is math of all things, he’s appreciative of his memory.

‘ Math homework?’

You nod your head yes. Even when he’s writing it, you don’t outwardly answer the question. He sighs and scratches the back of his head. “I, uh, can help if you’d like.” Shit, he forgot to write that.

You eye him up and down. His palms are getting sweaty. You nod slowly. He sits down and slides the textbook slightly toward him to get a better view. He didn't go to college so he is putting himself out there. In high school, he excelled in math, though.

He talks you through it and surprisingly, you don’t flip. A lot of this looks familiar to him so that’s good so he won't look like a total dumbass. Your brows are cinched together in worry as this continues. Hopefully not of him, though. He crosses his fingers that it is from the notoriously difficult subject.

“It’s okay, you’ll get the hang of it.” After he reassures you, you look at him. He sucks on his lips just as he notices how close you are. He can see the specks in your irises and the details of your face clearly. His breathing stops. Hitoshi studies your face diligently, memorizing everything as a memory resurfaces.

“I know back then I said she was your girl but,” Denki scratches his head. “Is this worth it? I mean, you already did what you could. What more could she want?”

“She wants to be safe. I want her to be safe.”

“Hitoshi…don’t you think she’d feel that way if you weren’t around?” Hitoshi closes his eyes.

“Denki, you can’t help the things you long for.” That’s the same thing he told Midoriya. It is the same thing he tells himself whenever he sees you.

You’re still scared, so he won’t push you. The fact that you are so close to him now is a step in the right direction. You aren’t running from him. This could also have something to do with the fact he’s been doing this for almost a year now.

After your work, you sigh and stretch. Your tummy shows a little as you do. As strange as it may be to some people, he finds it cute. He writes down something he needs to make sure you know. Something you have to take seriously. Unfortunately, he can’t go into elaborate detail, so he’ll stick to the warning.

‘There’s been an increase in crime. Make sure you are cautious.’

You stop stretching when you hear the pencil graze upon the paper. “Hm?”

You lean forward to look then write. ‘ Here?’

‘In the area. Make sure you check your car before you get in it and always let friends know where you’re going.’

You look at his writing for a minute. ‘ Is it that group again? They’ve been around my home too.’

Hitoshi clenches his fist under the table. He doesn’t know where you live and didn’t expect that villain to be around you. In fact, he didn’t know that the word on the street was that it was a group. When this was brought to the heroes' attention, Hawks said it was most likely one person. Now it’s a group?

He remains calm and writes, ‘ We’re telling everyone this. I want you to be safe.’

You squint at him and stick your bottom lip out. ‘ You don’t tell me what to do. I’ll be fine.’

Hitoshi can’t help but smile. Shaking his head, he writes for the final time. ‘ I know.’ He places a generous tip on the counter for Reika and Doe. Reika perks up and bounces excitedly over. “ Yes!”

Doe calls from the kitchen. “Is that my second husband? He left that for me.”

“I thought Eraserhead was your second husband?” Reika asks. Doe hums and corrects herself. “You’re right. Hitoshi’s my boy toy.”

He goes to open his mouth but she continues, “ Loverboy .”

“Enough.” Before Hitoshi leaves in embarrassment, he tells the two the same thing he told you. Rather than having a smart remark or questions, they look worried.

“Don’t worry. Heroes are patrolling the areas. I want you to take safety measures from now on. Pepper spray, a taser, anything. There is nothing wrong with taking an extra step in safety.”

“Will you be out there?” Reika rubs her arm. “Yeah, you can count on it.” Hitoshi makes eye contact with you. “Be safe,” He then gestures around. “All of you.”

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Of course, the worst fucking happens. He enters the diner at night for a quick coffee to go. “Doe! I need it to go.” He’s working this street like he promised a week ago. He requested this area and around your home. Luckily, Doe lives upstairs and Reika’s parents pick her up, so they aren’t a big worry. Despite everything, his main concern is you. Apparently, your home and college are farther away from the diner so he’s told.

Doe comes out of the kitchen with a worried look on her face. She’s makeup-less and flushed, and her hair which is always done is loose. She comes toward him quickly. Immediately seeing her distressed state, he asks what’s wrong. Doe is not one to skip her primping. Especially when it comes to her hair and nails which she’s clearly been biting, the evidence is her chipping pink nail polish.

“She isn’t here, Hitoshi. She worked and was going home then called to say she was making a stop at her college.”

His chest is clenching from worry but he has to care for Doe right now. He rubs her arms and sets her on a seat. He squats and looks up at her. “Where is her college exactly? She may just be staying behind.”

Doe shakes her head. “The news-” Her hand is shaking. He grabs them. “Around there those beasts have been lurking. Hitoshi,” She whispers his name. “What if something happened to her? She’s alone, Hitoshi.” A tear slides down her face. He cradles her face in his hands.

“Lock the doors and keep close to the phone. I’m going to find her.” She takes a deep breath and nods. Hitoshi doesn’t waste another second. He wraps his bind on a street light and swings up, soaring through the sky and running off roofs.

—-

He checks your college to find the lights off inside. The doors are locked as well and there are no cars in the parking lot. He searches the streets and makes his way to your house. Doe had texted the addresses of the college and your apartment. There is no sign of you anywhere. Finally, he spots a familiar back on a higher building. You’re walking back, inching towards the edge slowly. There’s no way you’d jump willingly.

Hitoshi goes to you with everything he has. A fall from that height is deadly. He has to make it to you, he has to save you. Hitoshi needs to sweep you away from the danger and take down whatever’s scaring you.

He’s close enough to hear what’s being said. “C’mere, pretty. I’ll make sure it doesn't hurt so bad.”

Hitoshi wants to shower after hearing the guy. Finally, Hitoshi swings up and kicks the pervert in the face. Unfortunately, the shock knocked you back and off of the roof. Hitoshi has a choice to make and it’s you. He jumps off and stretches his binding around your waist.

You scream the entire way and lurch up towards him. You cling onto his neck as your body collides with his. With one last swing on a post, he manages to land on the roof of another building. He blocks the fall with his body. Hitoshi rolls on his back, with you on his chest.

Immediately he calls the suspect in and lets them know he saved a survivor but unfortunately, the villain presumably escaped. He rests with his arms out. You’re crying on him, cuddling close. He can feel your tears wet his costume.

Hitoshi wraps his arms around you. Minutes pass as you cry. Hitoshi lets you cry it out. Your sobs turn to sniffles. Hitoshi rubs your back and stands with you. He sees you breathe deeply a few times, attempting to calm down. You face him and wipe your eyes. He looks at your damp face and red eyes lined with wet lashes. Even though you aren't physically hurt, he can already see that the altercation has done some damage.

He opens his mouth and quickly shuts it when he sees you flinch. Despite that, the silence between you isn't tense or awkward. Of course, since Hitoshi is who he is, he has to make it so.

“I know you’re still scared and I don’t know how to take that away. If I could I would in a heartbeat. (Y/n),” He takes one step closer. “You said something that I’ll repeat to you. You may not care about my life, but I care about yours. And I always have and always will,” He takes a sheet of paper from his pocket and hands it to you. You don’t take it, so he places it through the gap of your purse.

“If you need anything at all, call me. No matter what time of the day, I will save you.” Why is he saying all of this?

Your eyes are lidded, droopy, and glazed. You nod and try to go around him when your knees buckle. Hitoshi quickly picks you up before you fall. Now that you’re up close after all that drama, he notices that it took more out of you than he realized. Of course, it would. You almost died! Hitoshi wants to punch himself repeatedly at the thought. He actually was about to send you on your way like this.

“It’ll be okay, I’ll take you home.” You look at him fearfully for a second before exhaustion takes hold of you. “Alright, we’ll go back to Doe’s.”

He carries you the entire way, keeping his footing even so he doesn’t disturb you. His arms are getting tired and aching. Hitoshi releases a yawn. It’s been a long and hard day.

Your skin is soft and warm. He looks down to see if you are okay and is met with something he didn’t notice. Somehow, the front of your shirt got wet. Through the translucent fabric is your purple bra. It looks similar to the one you had in high school. He takes a deep breath and looks away. He didn’t mean to stare at you like that. Hitoshi isn’t what’s his face or Denki. He had good intentions to see if you were okay, not to look at your bra.

The streetlights shine along the way, helping him back to the diner. The light in it is on as well as the sign. Doe can be seen through the window, pacing back and forth. Hitoshi kicks the door enough to get her attention. She is startled until she recognizes him and who he's carrying.

“Is she okay? What happened?”

“She’s fine, just tired.”

“Come on, let’s take her upstairs. Can you do it?”

“Always.” Doe opens the blue door in the back hall. Hitoshi climbs the stairs and enters the upper part of the diner, Doe’s home. “Set her here.”

He lays you on her white couch and covers you with the pink blanket draped over the back of the sofa. His hand touches your throat to see if you are truly okay. It moves its way up to cup your cheek. Just before Doe can speak, you mindlessly grab his hand and turn.

“So, she’s just tired?”

“Seems so. She’s had a pretty rough day, after all.” Hitoshi feels you then cuddle up to his forearm, dragging him down. Doe chuckles as he tries to get out of your grip. He then flexes his fingers and touches something very soft, warm, and fleshy. Hitoshi's cheeks warm up when he realizes where you put his hand. Without flexing his hand any more, he slides himself away from your grip that had him placed on your breasts.

He clears his throat. “I have to go. Good night, Doe.”

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Hitoshi rubs his face with his hands. His knuckles turn white as he grips the edge of the porcelain bathroom sink. Cold water on his face and neck doesn't dim the problem at all. A similar thing happened way back when he was in his third year of high school. An incident that he has never talked about and would rather die than admit that he jacked off in the school's restroom.

Hitoshi waves goodbye to his friends and promises to talk to them later. Almost in his new third year hall, he sees a back he’d recognize any day. You bounce up and down trying to reach something. He hasn't been in your classes for a while so he hasn't really seen you lately. Over time, you've grown in ways that he didn't expect.

Your skirt flows with every movement. Hitoshi’s breath hitches when he sees your purple underwear covering you, barely containing a jiggle. You don't notice him staring or that his eyes are following the movements. You don't even realize your underwear is showing.

You finally pin a paper on the pinboard and turn sideways to do the other. He has no idea what any of that is for and he doesn't care. Not when you jump again and he sees how soft you are in every direction.

Hitoshi’s pants start becoming tight as he watches your curves. You turn around when you hear people talking. Before you see him, he turns behind a wall. The voices are coming closer. He then notices the large tent in his pants. Hitoshi starts to panic. The people are coming to face his direction and will see the obvious boner he’s sporting. It won't take long for them to piece it together.

He sees his grace to the left. Hitoshi rushes to the bathroom in the nick of time. He grips the sink after splashing cold water on his face. It’s not working. Nothing is, not even gross thoughts. It all resorts back to you just a minute ago.

Fuck it.

He rushes to the stall farthest from the door. Hitoshi brings his bottoms down and grabs his cock firmly. He gasps as he smears the precum along the length. He shouldn't be doing this. If he's caught like this, he'll never live it down. Hitoshi presses himself against the wall with his mouth open. He needs to shut it and preferably stop playing with himself. His treacherous hand speeds up.

How can he stop when he can practically feel you? If you'd let him, there wouldn't be a part of you that he wouldn't ravage.

Hitoshi gasps as he releases. His eyes flutter and his cheeks are warm. He’s breathing heavily as he comes down from the euphoria of his imagination and hands. You looked so soft. You are soft. When he picked you up that one time it confirmed it. He takes a deep breath, or he’ll get hard again.

“Hello? Are you okay?”

Your voice is small and nervous. You’re entering the bathroom. “I heard a noise and I thought you were hurt-”

He’s ready to die.

—

Now here he is, jacking off just as eagerly.

Hitoshi calls your name repeatedly. It feels like it lasts for hours. Tears prick his eyes as he still jerks his cock through the pleasure. He slumps, tired from what happened and the fight. He doesn’t even want to see the mess he just made.

Damn it.

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The following week was nothing but work. As suspected, the one who attacked you was a part of those constant attacks. Apparently, it’s a duo, not a group. Hitoshi wants to kick himself for not going after him but you, a victim, were there and needed help. All of it is a mess.

He hasn’t been able to go to the diner either. Not that he doesn’t want to. Once he finished, he wasn't able to even look at himself. Knowing what you had just been through, he still jerked himself off. It was nowhere near you but that doesn’t mean shit. What matters is that he did it. That he imagined pounding into you despite what you went through. He didn’t even do proper protocol. He just took you to Doe’s rather than taking you to a doctor or the station.

No way was he honest about what happened. All he said, is that the victim (you) was a friend of his who he knew was physically okay, just tired. The police interviewed you and with that information, strides were made in the case. Although he’s happy about that, he’s disappointed with himself. Aizawa already tore him one when he fumbled the ball.

“Boytoy? What’re you doing here?” Doe comes out of the kitchen. “It’s been a minute. I could barely breathe without my pretty boy. And did he care? No! Here I am suffering in the middle of the night-”

“Nice to see you too, Doe.”

“Hmph.” He looks around the empty diner. “She here?”

“Yeah, in the back.” She looks at him expectantly. He shifts his weight on his feet. “Is she okay?”

“You’ve been gone a week.” She scolds like a mother. If she knew why he stayed away, she’d slap him. Maybe because she’d think he was dramatic or even more likely, because of how irresponsible and perverted he was. He should’ve checked up on you instead of sexualizing you. He told you a year ago that he’s a hero now and he isn’t showing it.

Doe would be disappointed and you would be so disgusted, you’d forbid him from coming near you again.

“I know-”

Doe points behind her. “She’s been a little shaky but okay. No harm done but she’s afraid to go home by herself.” He figured that.

He’s about to ask for a coffee until he sees she’s already cleaned the pot. She sighs and shrugs.

“Doe, I’m ready-” You come out of the kitchen with your jacket in one hand and your purse hanging on your shoulder.

“He’s going to take you home.”

His eyes widen in confusion. Hitoshi opens his mouth only to be interrupted by Doe. “What? You don’t want to walk her home?”

“I’m going alone then.” You look between him and Doe with a frown. “Like hell you are! He’s taking you. I still have stuff I need to do here that I can’t put off anymore. You are safest with him, alright?”

A look of hurt flashes on your face then fades to indifference. Without looking at him and Doe, you put your jacket on and hold your bag. You purse your lips and stare at his feet. Even though there has been progress, being alone with him, and conscious, may be too much. “I can call-”

“No, no. There’s no time for that and you little miss,” Doe points to you with a stern finger. “Need to go home and sleep. No work tomorrow. I’m serious.” Doe looks around and asks you to go back in the kitchen to check the fridge again. It’s a fake excuse if he’s ever heard one. You catch onto that as well and reluctantly go inside the kitchen. Doe waits a few seconds before she turns to him.

“She’s afraid at night. Not just on the street but in her own home. Can you look around the place, please? She hasn’t slept and jumps at the slightest thing. At all hours of the night, she’s calling and freaking out because of a noise she heard. So can you make sure it’s alright? Look around a little?”

This reaction is normal for people after something like that. Hitoshi, now more than ever, wants to punch himself in the face repeatedly. “I’ll check it out.”

Doe thanks him in time for you to come out with your hand on your hip. “You two done talking or do I have to go back to count the onions?”

“Don’t tempt me, little girl.” You suck on your teeth and tell her goodbye. He doesn’t have the chance to at least open the door for you before you leave him behind. He gives a two-fingered wave at Doe and shuts the door, following you into the dark.

Your steely demeanor isn't enough to hide your tight shoulders and constant biting of the skin around your nails. He catches up to you quickly, hoping that it ensures that you are protected if anything happens rather than him coming off as a creeper.

Side by side with you, he looks at the ground with each step. The silence is awkward and still. Should he break it? Did he even bring his notepad? He can’t remember right now. You turn and come to a brick building with a solid red door. The painting is chipped and the buzzer is worn down. You take a deep breath. “This is me. Thanks for walking me.”

Before you can unlock the door to the apartment building, he remembers Doe’s request. “Is it alright if I look around? Just to see if everything’s okay?”

You don’t answer his question. He rephrases it. “I’m going to look around to check everything.”

There. No questions, just straight up telling you. Surely, you catch onto it.

You nod your head yes and open the door. The upstairs is led by a metal stairway and the downstairs apartments are on either side of him. He hopes that you at least live upstairs.

Of course, you go down the little steps and turn to the right. You live in the basement apartment. This shady as fuck apartment building and you live below everyone. Oh my God.

Tentatively, you open the door and step aside. Your eyes dart around the further he gets inside. God, he hates this. It’s been a year, yes. But you’ve had your childhood stripped from you and slowly you’ve been letting him near. Now, the boy who hurt you is inside something sacred; your home, a safe haven.

He pats around for his notebook. Every compartment in his baggy suit is empty except for a few weapons. “If you want me to go, let me know in any way you want. I’ll check each level of the place and around the area. If you don’t want that either, please let me know.” He’s messed it all up. Every single thing.

Much to his surprise, you nod. You shut the door and wait for him to continue to inspect your simple apartment. He does it quickly. Pulls the doors open and inspects every crevice. He checks every little thing except for your drawers.

“Lock the door behind me. I’m going to search outside.” Once again you nod and open the door for him. Before he leaves, he turns around and gives you a card he always carries. His name and number are on the crumpled paper. There are no designs on it or phrases. Only a simple white card. It’s the only one since he made it for you. He kept it on him just in case you were willing to take it.

“If you need anything, I’m only a phone call away.”

As he walks out, he feels like a dog being put out of the house. The door shuts behind him with a gentle click and even the tick of the locks is soft. For a strange reason, that calms that feeling of rejection a little.

All around the building is clear. He texts Doe and lets her know that you made it home safely and the place is clean. He walks away and looks back at your building. Much to his surprise, you're in your window, shyly waving at him. Hitoshi gives a close-mouth smile and waves back at you.

#shinsou hitoshi #hitoshi shinsou #shinsou hitoshi x reader #hitoshi shinsou x reader #shinso hitoshi x reader #hitoshi shinso x reader #bnha #bnha fanfic #mha #mha fanfic #q #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #shinsou

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canirove · 6 months ago

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Rice, Rice, baby | Chapter 11

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“Welcome to St. George's Park, Olivia.”

“Please, call me Liv.”

“Liv, perfect. I'm Emily, but you can call me Em.”

“Nice to meet you” I smile.

“Now, let me show you around and introduce you to everyone else.”

I did it. I said yes to their offer and here I am, at England's national team headquarters. And it doesn't feel real.

I can't believe I've just been welcomed by the girl I always see on those arrivals videos, that I am crossing the same doors and walking through the same hall the players always do, that I am about to basically live with the national men's team for a week.

“Did you receive the email with the schedules and all the rules?” Emily asks me.

“I did, yes.” The rules. Like, for example, personal relationships inside the facilities not being allowed.

“Perfect. Here is your room key and your credentials” she says, giving me an envelope. “I've also added a little map of the building in case you need it during the first few days, this place can be a bit of a maze” she laughs.

“Oh, thank you. That's very kind of you.”

“You're welcome” she smiles.

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“And this is your room” Emily says after we are done with all the introductions and she's showed me around. “141.”

“Nice number” I chuckle. “Thank you for accompanying me.”

“No problem. If you need anything just call me. You have my phone number, right?”

“I do.”

“Great. I'll leave you so can get changed and chill for a bit before the craziness starts.”

“Thank you. Again.”

“Welcome to the team, Liv” she says, giving me a quick hug before disappearing through the corridor.

“Ok. Let's go” I say to myself before opening the door.

The room isn't the biggest one, definitely nothing compared to the one I was able to enjoy in Paris. But it looks pretty cosy, a big window at the end of it that leads to the training grounds. Maybe I'll be able to watch them from there. And like Emily told me on our way here, my uniform is waiting for me on the bed.

“I told them to give you a pair of leggings but also some joggers, there are days when we like to be more comfortable than others. And you also have a hoodie, a jacket, and a pair of different t-shirts so you can pick whichever you prefer” she said.

But what I wasn't expecting to find next to my clothes, was a bouquet of flowers and a Cadbury chocolate tablet.

Welcome to the team, Liv! - Your favourite boys ⁠♡

Cute.

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“Here she is! My favourite barista!”

“Hello, Madders.”

“I'm so happy you said yes to this, Liv” he says while giving me a hug.

“Let's hope I don't end up regretting it.”

“You won't, you'll see. Did you get the flowers?”

“I did, yes. Thank the boys for me.”

“The boys?” Madders says with a confused look. “It was just me and Declan.”

“What? I thought that my favourite boys meant the whole team.”

“No, no, no” he laughs. “Those flowers are just from me and Declan.”

“And the chocolate?”

“There was chocolate too?”

“That was all me” someone says behind me. Declan. “Hello, Liv. Welcome” he smiles as I turn around.

“Hi” I say, getting once again lost in his eyes.

“I think I'm gonna go see if Chilly has arrived. I'll leave you alone so you can catch up… lovebirds” Madders says, whispering the last word and running away before I can hit him.

“He is so annoying.”

“Yeah” Declan chuckles. “So, how are you feeling? Ready to have to see us 24/7?”

“Yes… and no. There are players I want to see 24/7, and others that I don't want to see. At all.”

“And in which category do I fit in?” Declan asks with a cheeky smile, taking a step forward. He is so close now that I can smell his perfume all around me, and that always is so dangerous.

“Pick a guess” I manage to say.

“I think that, for example, a certain City player with a questionable haircut and big calves fits the not seeing him at all category.”

“As if his haircut was the only questionable thing about him” I snort.

“So mean, Olivia” Declan says, closing the space between us a bit more, now making me focus on his lips. On how much I want to kiss them. “You can't do that here.”

“Uh?”

“Kiss me, Liv. Not here.”

“I wasn't thinking about…”

“Of course not” he laughs. “But there is a place where you can do it. No one goes there.”

“Declan, I can't break the rules on my first day.”

“No one will see us. Come” he says, starting to walk away.

What do I do? Do I go with him? Do I run in the other direction? There is no one around, but what if…

“Liv, are you coming or not?”

“I… Ok” I say, taking a deep breath and following him. Following him and losing him all at the same time. “Declan? Declan, where did you go?”

“Here” I hear him say before a hand grabs my arm and drags me inside a room I hadn't seen, closing the door behind me and pushing me against it. “I've missed you, Liv.”

“I…” But I'm not allowed to say that I've missed him too, those lips I've been dreaming of kissing just a minute ago finding mine.

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“Declan… Declan, you are gonna be late.”

“Just one more kiss. The last one.”

“You said that five minutes ago” I laugh.

“Sorry” he smiles before kissing me again.

We've been at St. George's for a few days now, and every time neither of us is busy, we find ourselves meeting in this random room that is kind of hidden and making out, telling each other about our day between kisses.

“Ok, enough” I say, managing to stop him. “Those are enough kisses to wish you good luck for the rest of the season.” Because that was his excuse to meet today. That he needed me to wish him good luck for the game.

“I beg to differ.”

“Declan… no” I say, putting a finger on his lips when he moves forward once again.

“I'm going to eat you.”

“Declan!” I laugh when he bites me.

“You taste so good, Liv.”

“What doesn't taste good is the bench, which is where you will be if you are late to catch the bus.”

“Urgh, fine” he says, finally giving up. “But you have to promise me something.”

“What now?” I say, rolling my eyes.

“Don't fall asleep until I'm back.”

“No, not happening. The moment the game ends, I'm gone. I have an early morning tomorrow because I have to make sure you lot have your coffee ready.”

“Well, that's a shame. Because I know I am scoring tonight, and that when I'm back I'm gonna want to celebrate” he smirks.

“You…” I'm pretty sure that what he has in mind to celebrate that possible goal, isn't having a drink together.

“You and I, Liv” he whispers, caressing my cheek. “If you want to, of course.”

“I… I do. But here?”

“Do you trust me?”

“Yes” I nod.

“Then wait for me awake” Declan says before kissing me again.

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“Don't fall asleep, Olivia. Don't” I say to myself. But it is impossible.

The game is a snoozefest, no one has scored, and Declan won't be doing it since he was already subbed off after feeling something on his hamstring. But even if nothing happens tonight, I want to be awake and call him after the game is over, ask him how he is feeling. Will I manage to do it?

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“I’m so sorry about last night, Declan. I didn't manage to stay awake and I didn't hear my phone when you called me.”

“It's ok, don't worry” he smiles. A tired smile that, mixed with his bed hair, makes me want to cuddle him until he falls asleep again. He's never looked cuter.

“How is your hamstring feeling?”

“It doesn't seem to be anything serious.”

“Oh, great.”

“But see how all those kisses weren't enough? Now we have to reschedule our date.”

“Shh!” I say, looking around. We are at the cafeteria, half the team already there waiting for Southgate.

“They are busy drinking your wonderful coffees, Liv. They don't care about us” Declan chuckles.

“Just in case. If there is something I've learnt this week, is that you guys love gossiping.”

“Heard anything juicy?” he asks, arching an eyebrow.

“See? You just proved my point” I reply, making him laugh, some of his teammates look our way. Great, just great. “You should go join the others.”

“I prefer your company.”

“Declan…”

“Ok, ok. But don't forget about you know what.” It is the only thing I've been able to think about since he suggested it, so I think I won't be forgetting about it, no. “I personally can't wait” he winks before walking away and leaving me holding onto the counter as if my life depended on it.

How can something so simple turn me on so much? Urgh.

#declan rice #declan rice fanfic #declan rice x reader #declan rice imagine #football fanfic #football imagine

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stabbyfoxandrew · 8 months ago

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Happy Wednesday, Aerie! I'm loving the Mer Roadtrip AU, you're an incredible writer <3 I can't wait to see Neil's daring escape. Angel Neil for this week, as always, and I hope it gives you less trouble this week. I'm slowly collecting more questions I come up with about the AU in a silly little text file, so one day I can send you another ask (yes, Angel Neil consumes my thoughts on occasion). I hope you have a lovely week (even if it sometimes feels hard to get anything done, there's always the next day, yk?)

WIP Wednesday (5/8) | Guardian Angel Neil AU (Part 185)

On Friday night, Andrew finds himself perched on the back of the couch waiting for everyone else to put the finishing touches on their atrocious costumes. Well, he and Kevin are already done, but Nicky is debating whether he should wear the eyepatch that came with his pirate-suit.

“I sincerely think it’s a bad idea,” Kevin says from beside Andrew. He is sitting on the couch the correct way, but looking over the back of it at Nicky. He looks completely normal, his ‘costume’ even worse than Andrew’s. And sure to be lost by the end of the night. “I mean, you’re driving.”

“I think he could get us there with it on,” Andrew says, grinning. “It would be a fun challenge for you.”

“No, Kevin’s right,” Nicky says, tossing the strip of fabric onto the counter. “Besides, it would mess up my makeup.”

“I can’t believe that’s the problem you have with it,” Kevin mutters. But Andrew understands Nicky’s concern. His eyeshadow actually looks sort of good, a lot of smoky black with a bit of orange glitter mixed in. Andrew doesn’t know makeup terms. He’s never worn it himself, except for a tiny bit of eyeliner he tried once in Cass’s bathroom. He scrubbed it off immediately after.

“I can’t believe your costume is a tiny piece of plastic in your pocket,” Nicky pouts.

Kevin sighs. “Why would I pay forty bucks for a shitty cape and a vial of fake blood when the plastic fangs suffice? It makes no sense to spend a lot of money for one night!”

“You’ll get married in an exy uniform, won’t you?” Nicky asks, shaking his head. The parrot pinned to his shoulder flops around a bit making the bird look drunk. “I mean, you’re almost as bad as Andrew over here.”

Andrew is offended. He would never get married in an exy anything. He wouldn’t get married, period.

“At least my costume is visible,” Andrew says, pointing to the top of his head where sits a headband with a couple of pokey little horns sticking out of his hair.

“Barely,” Nicky tuts. “You need a haircut, you can barely see them. Where’s the tail?”

“I am not wearing something that sticks off my ass. Ever. Especially not at Eden’s.” Andrew says, holding his hands up. “Kevin, would you like to borrow it?”

“No,” Kevin snaps. “The teeth are fine.”

#omg i'm so glad someone is as invested in this fic as me!! it makes me so happy TWT #when i got this ask on wednesday i got so emotional <333 #angel neil generally consumes my thoughts as well!#anytime you have questions feel free to throw them in my askbox! <3 i wuv you btw #ahhhh heehee hoohoo!!!! i love knowing you care about these goobers so much TWT bc so do i #andreil #aftg #WIP Wednesday #Guardian Angel Neil AU #🕊️#answered #bribery-of-monkeys #love

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aliceisathome · 7 months ago

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Was busy over the weekend so am only now catching up with My Stand In. Honestly, why do people make me be sociable? I'd much rather stay in and watch BLs ffs.

So... JOE wtf are you doing? Wut has offered help and nope, you're going to take the job as Tong's stunt man because you're too proud to accept his offer. Grr. You are your own worst enemy (not that we didn't know this already).

The bar scene was so tense - when the guy, the almost stand in for Ming wearing the same jacket, approached Joe my shoulders were up around my ears. Up is so good at looking completely contemptuous btw - if anyone ever looked at me like that I would just shrivel and die.

Jim, your 'Khun Ming doesn't drink' line would be a lot more convincing if we hadn't just seen him sippng from a glass of booze. Just saying. And I can't believe you (literally) ran away and left Joe to his fate with your drunk boss. Tut. When do we get to see Mike again? I've missed Inntouch's little face - the new haircut suits him.

I gasped when Joe nearly smashed the couple mugs.

Why did you turn down all the help from nice people Joe? First Wut now Sol Is it because, despite everything, you still want Ming? (hint: yes) And so Ming wants Joe to be a stand in for himself but Joe thinks he wants a stand in for Tong (again). And next week Ming will discover that it wasn't Tong's back at all so he was always a stand in for Joe. Gah.

The layers are layering.

I can't WAIT to see Ming lose it when he finds out the back he fell for was Joe's all along. His meltdown will be epic and I am here for it. But the thing I want the most (other than his utter humiliation and loss of all he holds dear naturally) is Tong's reaction when Ming discards him. This is a man who's been stringing Ming along for years. YEARS. He drops crumbs, is jealous when Ming pays attention to anyone else etc so what is his reaction to Ming coming to his senses and pulling away from his manipulative arse going to be?

Actually Tong reminds me of Ter from Wandee Goodday - also Wal from My Dear Gangster Oppa and the 'friend' in Roommates of Poonduck 304. They're all characters who absolutely know the MC is in love with them. They accept EVERYTHING that the poor man offers and uses them, stringing them along purely for either what they can get materially or for an ego boost. Or both. I loathe this type of character. LOATHE. I want to see these emotionally manipulative bastards get their comeuppance* </rant over>

Roll on next week. Can't wait! And now I have to cleanse my palate with Saturday's Wandee Goodday

*Roommates is a great little series with some seriously good chemistry and the cafe scene where Jae Yun finally discovers that he's been used for all those years is gutting.

#thai bl #asianlgbtqdramas #My Stand In #Ming x Joe #Joe x Ming #Joe x Ming x Joe (again)#UpPoom #PoomUp #Poom Phuripan #Up Poompat #bl drama #My Stand-In ep 6 #Wandee Goodday #My Dear Gangster Oppa #Roommates of Poonduck 304 #Two ongoing series and two emotionally manipulative bastards who need smacking down

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twoinoneflesh · 7 months ago

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June 17th, 2024

jesus wept. and yet, i think we all weep more.

i sit alone in a cafe. they have this large glass garage door. today, it is only 55 degrees fahrenheit, and they have the bottom of this huge door cracked. it tickles my ankles. as the breeze rushes in through its 14 inches of freedom, i find little goosebumps in little places. i sit right next to the door because the sting of chilly breezes in june makes me feel alive, even if it feels wrong.

i hear a song that makes me feel alone. isolated in my nostalgia. lonely, i sip on hot chocolate that i expect to burn my lips and the tip of my tongue, but it never does. sirens blaze. i can see the cop shop from this impressive window, not a very impressive view.

i take a bite of an orange that i expect make me feel something, and it is not what i anticipate. it tastes of the essence of all purpose cleaner, as if it had no flavor at all until someone spritzed mrs meyers in its general vicinity without a second thought. i eat it anyways. i tear away the pith, my hands now smell of it.

i havent written for a few days. i worked a triple. 13 straight hours, 2 hours of rest, and then another 8 hours. i do not get lunch breaks. i do not really get breaks at all. for 2 days i could barely bring myself to leave bed. my fatigue knows no bounds. i used to have to do this every day, at least now it is only every couple of weeks. i think about all the ways i can to leave the industry and recover, i draw blanks.

i go to the cafe to write, and now, i do not want to write. there are many ways in which i feel deeply unhappy with myself. i do not want to write them, but i should. i wait for sin to get off work so we may exist in the same space together again. sin is married but the two of us are more like a married couple than sin and their wife are, but that is because sin is in love with the people who can't figure out how to love them in return.

i shiver in in the cafe and i take a long draw from a contraband device. i try hard not to get caught, the breeze aids me in this even though it overwhelms my senses. i cant make it a day without smoking. my dopamine left me long ago, and this is the only way i find comfort when the pangs of panic arrive.

im supposed to clean today. i would rather return to bed. i think the depression has reared its ugly head once again. i need a haircut. i need a vacation. i need a new job. i need to get laid. i need to move. i need to leave this city. i need to reinvent myself. i need to be a parent. i need to own a farm. i need to get away. i need

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littlegreenwyvy · 1 year ago

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Wear a fucking covid mask

Wear a mask Wear a facemask, when you're indoors

Wear a N95 face mask if you're gonna be in public

wear a face mask

Wear a mask if you're going out

I don't know how to explain to people -- my friends and coworkers and family and strangers and people who make important decisions and people just living their lives -- that you are the reason over a thousand people die every week.

You are the reason I cannot leave my house without risk

You are the reason I can't go to the movies or a bar or to get a haircut or a restaurant or the doctor or the dentist or the library or go to fucking WORK OR SCHOOL without coming to terms with there being a non-zero chance I will be dead within the month.

Just because somebody had a friend over who had a ''''cold'''' last week and I happened to sit next to them on the bus.

“Oh it's not that likely” “Oh it'll be mild” “Oh HEALTHY people don't get severe illnesses”

First of all: Wrong

Second of all:

I"M NOT HEALTHY PEOPLE; I'M DISABLED FROM FUCKING COVID

"Oh it's okay because only YOU will die, not us good and healthy people : )"

My favourite is all the excuses

“Oh things aren't that bad yet so I won't take the preventative measures”

"Well I already had it and it wasn't a big deal, so I'm not gonna bother"

"I'm not gonna live my life in fear"

“Well I don't have to anymore so I'm not going to”

You SHOULD HAVE TO

I know it's an unpopular opinion, but I genuinely think that you SHOULD have to wear a face mask and stay a meter apart and take a test before going somewhere. At least in a fucking HOSPITAL or something.

I shouldn't have to BRING MY OWN EXTRA FACE MASKS because my doctor DOESN'T FUCKING HAVE ANY IN THE FUCKING OFFICE

And then they give me the fucking look

That look they get in their eyes

From my fucking DOCTOR, who I go to for my CHRONIC ILLNESS, which I got FROM HAVING COVID.

I should be able to go to work or the library or just out in public without risking catching the fucking plague.

So to all people who choose not to wear a mask: I hate every single one of you. All of you who don't wear face masks indoors:

YOU are the reason for this.

Yes even my friends; I'm sorry but I am blaming you and guilting you about it. If we lived nearby I would not be able to hang out with you because you are unsafe for me to be around. And that is fucking HEARTBREAKING. My FRIENDS, who I LOVE DEARLY, and WANT to be around, and I fucking can't, because of decisions that YOU make. All those times we talk about 'oh if we met up' 'oh if you travelled here' I can't fucking TRAVEL are you NUTS?

Do you know how long you're supposed to isolate if you suspect you've been 'in contact' with someone who had covid? CDC says 10 days from when symptoms start. If you still have symptoms on day 11? Start another 10 days.

Do you know what 'in contact' means? Maybe you do maybe you don't; I had to look it up myself, but maybe it was communicated better in your area. If you've been in the same ROOM as someone for 15 minutes; up to 2 days before their symptoms STARTED (and of course while they are showing symptoms) and up to 10 days AFTER their symptoms began. That means if you know someone had covid last week? They're still potentially transmissible. A stranger in the waiting room at the doctor's office has a cough? Possibly covid. And you know the BEST PART? We have NO IDEA how many cases are asymptomatic. That means that ANYBODY in public could potentially transmit it to you. Lower estimates suggest in the single-digits to 10s of percent of covid cases are asymptomatic, while higher estimates say up to 50%. We just don't know! There's no way to because it's not monitored fucking AT ALL anymore!

Do you know what this means?

It means there is NO WAY of knowing what the risk is. It's a gamble, full-on. Even more so than ever before. And do you wanna know what? I wanna fucking live. The potential to lose my entire fucking life isn't worth it for just about anything, if I'm being honest. I've already been through that once. I had a career in music lined up. I was just about to finish my degree as a clarinetist. I was performing in orchestras as a soloist. And you know what happened? I got covid. Suddenly my lungs and my diaphragm don't work so well anymore. For two whole years I couldn't stand or sit upright for more than an hour at a time, or else I would pass out. Nowadays it's improved; it's not more than 4 hours at a time, and I only feel faint for a while before passing out.

But do you know what that means? It means I can't play clarinet anymore. Over a decade of schooling and practicing and mastering my craft: Gone in an instant. I'll never play again. I lost my entire future and my entire career, because I got covid in 2021, from people who had stopped wearing masks because 'covid was over'. They got it. I got it from them. They survived and are fine. I barely survived and I very much am NOT fine.

This is why I'm so reluctant to take any more risk. Even if I survive, what else will I lose?

My ability to taste or smell? My muscle control? Will my heart condition get worse? Will I never be able to think clearly again? I already can't. How much worse can it get?

Sources seem to say: Much worse

I can't stress this enough that I am LUCKY to be where I am now. I can't function if I don't get more than 10 hours of sleep. I have to take medications every day to SURVIVE. At the end of my work day I pass right out, and wake up just in time to get ready for the next day at work. I do not have a life anymore. And I'm LUCKY, because I RECOVERED. THIS is what 'recovery' looks like, from long covid. It may get better over the next few years. It also might not. It DEFINITELY won't if I get covid again.

If YOU don't care about that, or about how that could happen to you, then I will never willingly be around you. Again, this even goes to my dear friends.

Wear a face mask and STOP being the problem

#vent #covid

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nonbinarydollie · 9 months ago

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🖤💙downtown b.b. restyle💙🖤

✨look 1/10✨

my first thrift doll restyle 💙 tbh i love the haircut more than i thought i would and i think i did her outfit justice even with her weird color palette. i accidentally restyled her to look exactly like my little sister lol they even have the same hair and skin tone

i'll be posting all 10 of my thrifted lol surprise dolls over the next few weeks. can't wait to show them off!

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bigbroadvice · 23 days ago

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preface: dude i have never talked to someone, kissed anyone, hugged, held hands or literally anything romantic with another person. i have no idea how to date or talk to people i like. i barely even know how to talk to new people to just make new friends.

anyway, there's this boy i like at school and he doesn't know who i am (probably) and i have a huge crush on him. i doubt he would even like me back but i just want advice on how to approach this because for one,

we've never talked, and he probably thnks i'm weird. two,

i've never had a guy friend before and, again, i don't know how to talk to people (i'm really awkward and shy) and three,

i like him so BAD and i just want him to notice me maybe a little bit. i just wanna feel what it feels like to date.

maybe this is completely stupid because i need advice on how to get out there, pretty please!

(btw don't have any socials so i can't reach out to him like that)

*me perplexedly scrolling back through my memory to figure out how on earth I ended up dating people*

Aight, I really don’t think there is one perfect way to do this, so I’m just gonna give you some examples of what’s worked for me.

1: Smiling

I noticed someone around school I was interested in getting to know, so every time I saw them I smiled at them like I was happy to see them, cuz I was, then cuz I smiled they would smile back. Had never said a word to one another, did not have a single class together. But we passed eachother frequently enough that the smiling evolved into a sheepish little wave back and forth which became almost its own kind of inside joke to the point that when we finally found ourselves alone waiting in the same hallway for something, we laughed like we were already friends, sat down next to eachother, and he was like “my name’s _____, what’s yours?” Next time I saw him I offered to show him around the art building. We were friends after that and he asked me out in about a month.

2: Asking for Help

I had recently gotten an undercut and I noticed somebody else in one of my classes had the same haircut. So I went up to them and was like “hey, wanna cut each other’s hair” and she was like “… sure?” So then we met up to cut eachother’s hair and just talked and goofed around and had a good time while doing it. It was a somewhat regular thing that needed to be done so it gave us a good excuse to hang out and get to know eachother. Her partner ended up hanging out with us and within a matter of months we settled into some form of queerplatonic polyamory.

This is a rather hyperspecific example, but I think the key thing is that I identified something we could help eachother with and work together on which is a really good way to form connections.

3: Yo! You Like Ninja Turtles?

First day of class I noticed someone I thought looked pretty cool so I sat next to them. They saw my ninja turtles cup and were like, “Yo, you’ve seen that movie?” And we just had a great time geeking out and seeing what fandoms we had in common. After that we chatted and doodled together before that class every week and they eventually invited me to come hang out with them and their friends and I invited them to come hang out with mine. This thanksgiving I asked if they wanted to come along with me for thanksgiving for some moral support (my family situation isn’t great) and as a way to avoid their family (their family situation also sucks). We ended up having a great time (us against the world is lo-key one of the best dynamics of all time) and got together the day after thanksgiving.

Baisically, look for common interests you might be able to talk about and then invite them to do stuff together. (This is easier to play off more casually if you’ve got a friend group you can invite them to hang out with, but it still works even if you don’t have one of those. Working on a school project, helping eachother study, or getting together for a movie/tv show are all good first hangouts for groups or one on one.)

I hope something in this is helpful! Feel free to ask more questions. Anybody else got any good dating advice?

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hiiii i have a kt request 🫶🏼 can you please write something where andy’s invited kieran and his gf to his house and it’s the first time that kieran’s taking someone with him and he’s nervous? (+can we also get andy teasing kt? that’s always fun) ignore this rq if you don’t like it but PLEASE WRITE SOMETHING FOR KIERAN ANYTHING PLEASE

thank youuu

Settle the Nerves (Kieran Tierney)

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Kieran Tierney doesn't get nervous. Not before cup finals, not before scotland matches in front of a packed house, and definitely not when one of his best mates invites him over.

Definitely not, especially when he's been given a plus one.

Andy Robertson's dinner parties are always heaps of fun. When it's just the lads, it's normally the entire scotland squad that shows up to either celebrate a win or console each other after a loss. They're a tight knit group- win or lose, it's nice to have the support in place. Those ones are always full of story telling and drinking, and usually end up with half the squad sleeping off various intensities of hangovers in some of the guest rooms.

This time it's different. It's nearing Christmas, and it's set to be a feast this weekend, kicking off the holiday season for any of the lads that can make it. Amdy's wife and daughter will be there, which means it'll be tame- a fact Kieran doesn't mind at all. And this time, your name was included on the whatsapp message next to his own.

It's not that he doesn't want to bring you along- he does! Of course he wants to show you off, but he's also terrified the lads will scare you off with old stories of him. Despite only dating for a few months, you mean far too much to Kieran for him to entertain the possibility of something going wrong.

You're more excited than he is, that's for sure. You haven't stopped talking about it since he mentioned it in passing a few weeks ago. Picking out your dress was a task in a half you told him- enlisting multiple of your closest friends to help make sure it was perfect, not too over the top and not too scandalous. Whatever you picked, Kieran is sure he'll love it… and also sure you'll steal the show.

And now as Kieran stands before the closet in his childhood house, he finds himself wishing he'd brought his Arsenal cufflinks from his home in London. Instead he'll have to use the little rose ones of his father's, which he doesn't really mind, it's just that they've got sharp edges and they'll be harder to fiddle with at dinner. He's gotten good at hiding his tics in public settings. The occasional post match interview at Arsenal wiped that out of him quite quickly.

A knock on his door startles him and he curses under his breath when he drops the little velvet box, sending the cufflinks flying. "Yeah? Who's it?"

"It's me, babe. Are you almost ready?" Kieran sighs, scooping up the jewelry from under his dresser and sliding the links through the holes at the cuffs in his freshly pressed black dress shirt.

"Yeah love, I'm about done. Just have to get my shoes on and I'll be ready. Mum and dad gone already?" They'd informed Kieran when you arrived that morning that they'd be spending the weekend with a family friend across the countryside, so you had the house to yourselves.

"They left ages ago, Kieran. I'll wait in the foyer, yeah? Hurry up though! I can't be late to meet your mates!"

Kieran quickly finishes buttoning his top, throws on his slacks, and ties up the laces of his Oxford shoes- the ones he hates because they pinch his toes- and checks his hair one final time in the mirror. He looks decent enough, he needs a haircut but his barber back in London can't squeeze him in for another week. He'll get to it eventually- right now he has a party to attend.

Maybe he can come up with an excuse not to go. His throat is bothering him- yeah, scratchy like he's coming down with something. Kieran scratches the stubble under his chin; that idea won't work. You'll see right through him, since it's the same excuse he always uses.

"Right, let's get on with it then." Kieran tousels his hair one final time before opening his door. He expects to find you waiting. Instead he's greeted with one of his favorite sights: your curves.

Before he's taken a single step, the rich emerald green at the hem of your floor length gown distracts Kieran. He allows his eyes to trail up, up, up over the curve of your backside to where the gown fades to a deep black, dotted through with small dust like crystals that catch the light. The second Kieran steps out of his room you turn, flashing him a brilliant smile. It's then that Kieran finally is allowed a view of you in your full glory. He grins, immediately drawn to the deep v neckline that he swears ends only a few inches above your navel.

You spin, the flared skirt swishing with the motion. "Well, how do I look? Think your friends will be impressed?"

"Mouthwatering," Kieran murmurs and means it literally. He'd be drooling if he had an ounce less of self control. You step towards him and he lays a gentle hand on your waist, conscious of leaving the satin fabric wrinkle free. "I'm not sure I should let you out of the house, let alone meet all my mates." Kieran leans forward to pepper the underside of your jaw with kisses. You tip your head back after the first, trying to get away, though he'll chase you tirelessly. He holds firm on your waist now, refusing to allow you to leave him high and dry.

"Kieran," you whine, dragging out the last letter for a few seconds. "We're gonna be late. You took too long getting ready-"

"Because I knew you were gonna look absolutely bloody gorgeous, and I had to compete somehow-"

You push at his chest, hard enough that he breaks away with a sigh. "And because of that we have no time to be distracted by kisses. We have to get going! Andy's waiting for us!"

As you drag Kieran to his car, all he can think about is marching you right back inside. For the entire ten minute drive, his hand never leaves your thigh. Sometimes he lays it flat and lets his warmth soak through the thin fabric, and once in a while he traces shapes with feather light fingertips. If nothing else, at least you've distracted him from the ball of nerves that's settled in his gut. Until he parks his Audi outside Andy's house, that is.

Kieran stumbles up the stone path after you, using your grip on his wrist to propel him along at your speed. You raise a fist to knock on the white painted door but Kieran reaches for the knob and opens it before you have the chance.

"-be here soon darling, if you could just finish picking up your toys? Thank you my love- Kieran!" Andy, previously crouched down to speak with his three year old daughter, claps Kieran on the shoulder. "Well don't you clean up nicely! And this must be your girlfriend- hello love, great to finally meet you. This one never shuts up about you and I must say, I can see why!"

Kieran's cheeks blush a furious shade of pink. "Come on mate, don't start already!"

"You're pretty." The soft compliment comes from the toddler hidden behind her fathers legs, clutching his dress pants in her tiny fists.

You crouch to be eye level with her, not a second thought about it. Kieran's heart swells to double it's size when you murmur, "Thank you sweetheart, you're ten times prettier than I am though. Your dress is gorgeous! I love the fluffy pink skirt!"

Noticing Kieran's wistful look, Andy leans in to whisper, "you'll have one of those soon enough mate. Especially if you keep looking at her like that."

"I- what? Cut it out! It's only been three months mate- I'm not thinking like that!" Actually, he is thinking like that. Has thought of that plenty of times. You, holding a baby, cooing at his daughter, who would look just like you. A few years later, maybe a boy as well- and that would be enough for him. Kieran loves you, and he told you as much on your fourth date. He's reiterated it every day since then, and you've always returned it with the same enthusiasm.

"Oh you're so in love mate," Andy coos, poking Kieran's side. "Just say it! You love her- the lads are gonna love it!"

Kieran scowls at his friend, "Oi leave me alone Robbo! Like you weren't smitten with your missus the second you saw her!"

Andy glances over his shoulder and smiles at his wife, a beautiful brunette woman who matches his chaotic energy perfectly. Andy was transparent from the beginning, telling the team again and again that he'd marry her- and he did, three years ago, at one of the most love filled ceremonies Kieran has ever attended.

"I mean just look at her mate, how could I not be? That's my gorgeous wife in there!" Andy whistles and she grins at him, wagging her towel at him before taking the last dish out of the oven. "Your lassie will be your missus soon enough, Kieran. I've not seen you so starry eyed anywhere but a football pitch."

Kieran rakes a hand through his hair while he watches you follow Andy's daughter down the hall. The little tyke insisted on showing you her stuffed animal collection and really, how could you say no?

"Look, just… don't say anything yeah? I love her, I do, and I'm terrified of messing this up. And can you help me keep the lads in check too when they get here? I don't want them scaring her off."

"I've already told them to behave, and with Mila here I'm sure they will… speaking of my daughter- Mi!"

Mila pokes her little head out of her room with a brilliant grin. "Yes, daddy?" Kieran would fold instantly if he were in Andy's shoes. Instead, his friend holds firm with his arms crossed over his chest.

"Did you steal Kieran's friend from him?" When Mila only giggles, Andy clicks his tongue. "What did daddy say about that?"

"Umm… to not to?"

"Andy it's fine," Kieran murmurs, knowing that you love children of all ages and are probably perfectly content to hang out and have a tea party. "Honest, she won't mind."

Andy sighs, scowling at Kieran in a way that makes him feel as if he's the one being scolded. "Alright, but after dinner you're getting tucked in and watching Frozen in the theater room, okay?"

"Okay daddy! Now I have to pour the tea- bye!" Your laughter permeates through the slammed door. A smile creeps onto Kieran's face; he'll never not love that sound.

For the next twenty minutes, Kieran helps Andy set the table, pick out a few bottles of wine, and pours himself a glass for good measure. Since he'll be driving he'll cap himself at just the one, but you'll be free to have as much as you want.

McGinn and McTominay are the first ones to arrive, with half a dozen other lads coming by soon after. Kieran is mid conversation with Scott when an arm snakes around his waist and your head rests on his shoulder.

"Sorry mate, one sec-" Kieran turns and kisses the crown of your head, murmuring "Alright yeah?" And waiting for your nod before turning back to his friend. "Scott, this is my girlfriend." Independent as ever, you take over the introductions and shake Scott's hand after giving him your name. Kieran can't keep the proud smile off his face. Despite his nerves, he's proud to call you his.

"I was just telling Kieran how I'll never forget the time he had to streak through the changing room-"

"Scott," Kieran half growls, having warned him already not to bring anything like that up. Why couldn't he pick a story like the time Kieran slipped on the pitch and nearly broke his ankle instead? That one was far less embarrassing. You don't need to know all the silly little details.

But when you tip your head back and laugh and the arm you have around his waist goes tighter to ensure he doesn't materialize into a ghost and slip away, Kieran forgets why he was worried in the first place. "Were you? Kieran never shares his fun stories with me… please, do tell!"

Scott launches into his story, starting again from the beginning. You watch with curious eyes, laughing at the right parts and nodding at others. Kieran's attention is locked on you. On the way your eyes crinkle, on how your laugh draws in anyone in a five meter radius. Kieran's arm winds possessively around you, hand settling on the curve of your bum as a fes of the other lads join the conversation. Will any of them try to steal you? No, of course not- they all know you're Kieran's and none of them would try changing that. It doesn't stop the primal side of Kieran's brain from wanting to make it perfectly clear who you belonged to.

By the time everyone's arrived and sat down to dinner, you've made friends with the whole squad. Kieran had no doubts about that- though his nervousness has quieted down and he's much less scared about being embarrassed. How can he be, when you reassure him with a kiss after each story? One to his jaw, another to his cheek- you leave him looking forward to the next story solely so he can have a bit more affection from you.

During a lull in conversation, Kieran refills your wine and leans over to kiss your temple. "Having fun my love? You seem like you're enjoying yourself, if those rosy cheeks say anything."

Your hand rests on Kieran's thigh under the table, the muscle going tense under your touch, "mmhhmm, I'm having loads of fun! I love you baby… you're so pretty- I love hearing stories about you!"

"Oh, you're tipsy already… you're adorable." Kieran kisses the crown of your head twice. "I love you darling, are you gonna make it through this dinner without falling asleep?"

You push against Kieran's hand when he brushes his knuckle under your eyes. "Mmhhmm I'll be okay- I'm supposed to have another tea party with Mila after dessert. I can't miss it!"

"Alright baby, if you say so," Kieran murmurs before leaning in to give you another kiss. Andy slaps the table from a few seats down, his bellowing voice breaking above individual conversations.

"Oi, Kieran! Quit snogging your missus at the table will ye? My daughter is present!"

Kieran smiles sheepishly at your Mila, who's mum has slapped a hand over her eyes. "Sorry Mila- uncle Kieran promises he'll behave now." As Kieran speaks, he snakes a hand under your arm and rests it high on your thigh. "Anyway, have you lassies heard about the time Andy had to stand on boxes for a set of kit release photos?"

Andy groans, "I'm always at the front- I was bloody sick of it! It was only for a few photos, I just needed a little boost!"

The rest of the night is filled with banter and stories of all sorts. You're too far gone for that tea party you promised Mila, so Kieran scrawls a rain check on a note for the toddler to cash in at a later date. Kieran herds you home, carries you to his bedroom and sets about getting you dressed and ready for bed. Once you're comfortable in one of his shirts and cuddled into his side, he kissed the crown of your head a million times.

"Keyyyyyyyyy don't do that- you're making my head spin!"

"Ah, sorry my love… you're drunk hmm? That's alright, I'll look after you. You just sleep yeah? I love you, sleep tight my darling." Kieran presses a soft kiss to the center of your forehead before you tuck your head under his chin. As your soft snores and gentle breathing lull him towards sleep, he's not sure what he was so nervous about in the first place.

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