#red's head is like the size of Dib's entire torso

[mrehkka]

Dib meets one of the tallest in person and uh... is actually rather awed. He kinda gets it now. Zim is like "see?! the tallest are great!"

The story that goes with this is that Dib becomes ill, but oddly, with a somewhat rare Irken disease (stemming from a long term complication from when Zim's PAK attached to him way back when, it messed with something internally in Dib's body). So Zim takes Dib along with him to meet Red, to get Dib some Irken medicine/cure. Red has a huge crush on Zim so he tends to give him whatever he asks for (or gives him SOMETHING anyway, if he can't give him what he wants), and Zim knows this, although maybe a little in denial about the actual crush part.

aka: the "Dib gets to visit Irk and experience a bunch of Irken Culture" fic :D

[heroprose]

bnha + bathing together

request. hello!!! can i request a scenario for the bois midoriya, todoroki and bakugou having a relaxing bath with their fem! s/o ☺️ it can be sfw or nsfw depending on your liking! tysm 💖 

a/n. THIS IS SUCH A CUTE IDEA thank you for requesting:””(

izuku midoriya -- bathtub

the bathtub, you’ve surmised in retrospect, is a bit small for two people. but it’s a little too late to reel back now, because you’ve already taken your towel off and the cold bathroom air makes you want nothing more than to plunge into the hot steam. besides that, you didn’t want izuku to withdraw either.

“uh...,” says izuku from behind. you know exactly what he’s going to say and you wheel around.

“relax,” you say, “we’ll make it work. we’ve got the time.” he obliges with a jerky nod and stares up at the ceiling while you get into the tub and sit cross legged. “come on!”

he sits across from you in the same fashion and for a quiet moment you two simply breathe, in through the nose and out through the mouth. then, you make splashes, startling izuku. 

“maybe we didn’t think this through,” you muse. “i can’t even lay down to wash my hair.”

he purses his lips and glances up at you, eyes bright. “turn around. i can do it.”

a smile finds its way onto your mouth and you oblige with ease. he pools water in his hands to pour down your scalp.

“if you get soap in my eyes, we’re going to have problems, izuku,” you warn playfully when he uncaps the shampoo bottle and he only responds with a brief, soft laugh that warms you up better than the bath itself. 

soapy fingers massage you with rhythm and your eyes flutter shut instinctively. they move lightly from the crown of your head to your nape to finally your shoulders. you take in a breath when you feel him kiss the crook of your neck. and when his hands leave your shoulders, they submerge under the warm water to hold your waist and you scoot back closer to his chest. 

“i didn’t get soap in your eyes, did i?” he murmurs into your skin, lips just barely hovering.

your own fingers run through your hair in a weak attempt to rinse the suds and then you do your best to turn around again. “no,” you say, tugging his hands away from your waist and leading them up, up. “you’re doing just fine.”

shoto todoroki -- hot springs

you’re inclined to think that shoto had reserved the entire bathhouse for tonight, for you’ve seen exactly zero other guests so far. it was nice of him, definitely, but it also felt kind of weird, wading about in a massive hot spring with only shoto. kind of like being in a deserted pool.

you can feel him staring at your back, this piercing, unwavering gaze, and you wonder if you can play around with him. you tug off the sopping towel around your torso and lift it up, squeezing the water out. he doesn’t say anything, just observes quietly. 

you’re a little disappointed he didn’t react much but you fold the towel up anyway and place it by the edge of the spring before wading back and facing shoto. “so,” you say with great gusto to cut the palpable air, “want me to scrub your back?”

for a split second, it seems like your words don’t register but then he nods. “sure,” he says, so softly you would’ve missed it if you weren’t listening with intent.

you lather your hands up with soap, making bubbles with childish delight before reaching towards his back. he’s got knots and while you’re no masseuse, you do your best to knead those areas. you hum quietly as your hands cascade from his shoulder blades and down his spine.

good thing you two are near the spring’s perimeter because all of a sudden he grunts, a hand gripping a boulder. 

“sorry! you okay?” you swim to his front, cupping his cheeks in your wet hands. 

his eyes search yours. “i’m fine,” he says. he places his hand over yours just as you begin to withdraw, and in one fluid motion-- too fast for your eyes-- he jerks your wrist past him and presses his other hand firm on your hip. you only quirk your eyebrows up at his forwardness.

with your body pressed up against his, all you can do is look at shoto but he doesn’t meet your gaze. “you really need to get a massage, shoto,” you say simply.

“later then,” he mutters over your lips and out of the corner of your eye, you watch him tug off the towel around his waist.

katsuki bakugou -- shower

work today was grueling. you felt aches all over and you were certain you’ll be feeling them even more by tomorrow. that’s why when you pull open the door to your apartment, it makes you sputter to see katsuki storm right in-- still in his hero gear-- and utter, “dibs on the bathroom.”

“this is my apartment,” you reply.

“i’m the guest.”

“i didn’t invite you,” you say but it’s to no avail, as he’s already pulling off his gauntlets. “wait! can’t we shower together? i’m feeling grosser by the second.”

he doesn’t pivot around but you can only guess that he’s pulling a face and wanting to say something about the size of your shower stall. you await that snappish retort, but it never comes. instead, he bites out a “then get over here.”

satisfied, you strip quickly, hopping about to pull your suit off. “thank you. and this isn’t an invitation for shower sex, by the way. if one of us falls, it’s game over for us both.”

he doesn’t reply to this teasing warning and once you both are in the stall, he cranks the temperature way up. steam clings and condenses on the glass screen and his eyes thin out when you wipe the suds from your lathered hair onto his chest.

“hey,” katsuki hisses and you laugh.

“my bad.” you pull him in close, gripping his upper arms for balance as you swap positions with him so that you rinsed under the shower head. he keeps a hand on your lower back to keep you from falling, other hand in his hair. “check out this bruise,” you say, pointing to your hip. “don’t even know how that happened.”

“you idiot,” he says brusquely but his fingers brush over it, and then continue to trail to the side. all of a sudden, he squeezes and you jolt.

“hold on, i said no funny business in the shower.”

he clicks his tongue, gaze shifting all about. “as if i’d fall.”

“what about me then?”

at this, his red eyes glance up, relentless and provocative. “i won’t drop you.”