I keep seeing memes like “when you’re in a conversation with someone who won’t ask a question after they’ve just answered yours” which YEAH super annoying.
But have you ever had the opposite?
I went on this date one time and she would ask me a question, let me answer about half way and then when I took a breath, ask ANOTHER question. Which frequently didn’t actually relate to the previous question or what I was saying as accidental interruptions often do. But this meant I was fighting for my life to ask a question, I kept trying to make my answers shorter, jump in with one before she got there, and I did a few times, but fuck me it was like a mental game of chess.
First dates don't have to be perfect (they just have to happen)
When Katsuki steps outside, absolutely peopled-out and ready to ditch this gathering, Shinsou is there and—going by the way he immediately steps close—waiting for Katsuki.
Katsuki bites back a groan because he very much does not want to talk any more right now but it doesn't seem as if Shinsou is just there to spend a companionable silence together.
"Go out on a date with me," Shinsou says without preamble and for all that Katsuki is done talking, he appreciates how he gets straight to the point.
He also can't help but to be a little shit about it.
"Your parents never teach you to ask nicely?" he gripes out and Shinsou's mouth quirks up in a smile.
"Aizawa and Yamada stepped in way too late to teach me any new tricks and besides, if I had added a please you would have mocked me for begging. Figured the direct approach would work best."
He says it with a little shrug as if he can't be bothered at all and Katsuki has to admit that Shinsou is right. If he had said please, he definitely would have mocked him for it just to be an ass, because that's Katsuki's default after all, and it's kind of reassuring to see that Shinsou understands him like that.
"You back for good?" Katsuki asks, because he didn't actually get to talk with Shinsou tonight and they were seated too far apart for him to have picked up any snippets of his conversations but if Shinsou is about to be shipped out again and just looking for a quick distraction, then Katsuki is very much not his guy.
He doesn't do casual and he certainly isn't going to do long-distance.
"No more overseas missions," Shinsou confirms with a nod. "I might be shipped off on undercover missions in the country though," he admits and while that's not ideal, Katsuki nods.
At least he'll be in the country.
"Fine. Text me when and where," Katsuki says and his stomach absolutely doesn't flutter at the pleased look on Shinsou's face. "And get a better haircut," he snaps out to mask all the mushy feelings and it startles a laugh out of Shinsou, which only makes Katsuki's heart stumble in his chest.
He should be used to it, with all the heart issues he's had ever since the war, but it still catches him off guard and he's not sure he likes it.
Well, at least this particular stumble isn't indicative of a heart attack, so maybe it's a small win anyway.
"I will, Katsuki," Shinsou softly says and with one last devastating smile he merges with the shadows and just vanishes, not even giving Katsuki time to recover and yell at him for taking liberties like that.
Well, if he insist on calling Katsuki by his given name then he shouldn't be surprised when Katsuki does the same.
Confident fucker.
~*~*~
Hitoshi schedules their date for a day later. Katsuki would accuse him of being eager but with their professions it's best to not waste any time because who knows what tomorrow brings and if they are still going to be there then.
Still, Katsuki can't help but tease him at least a little for it, but Hitoshi takes it all in stride and he even sends Katsuki proof of his new haircut in form of a selfie that Katsuki might or might not immediately set as Hitoshi's profile picture.
His phone is protected to all hell and back anyway, so it's not as if anyone is going to know.
~*~*~
Katsuki doesn't make dinner because there's a large scale villain attack that keeps him busy until well into the night and by the time he remembers to text Hitoshi it's almost three in the morning.
Got caught up in work, is all Katsuki sends because he's not going to apologise for doing his damn job.
Hitoshi, little garbage rat that he is, writes back almost immediately, because of course he's still awake.
I saw. Brunch tomorrow? As in eight hours from now?
If you can drag yourself out of bed by then, sure.
For you I can <3
It should give Katsuki the creeps, to see that heart right there, but all it does is make him feel strangely warm and he's never going to admit it to anyone but he falls asleep with a smile on his face.
~*~*~
Katsuki doesn't make brunch because Best Jeanist insists on a debrief.
~*~*~
Katsuki doesn't make it to dinner one day later because the latest villain attack catapulted him up in the ranks and his friends descend upon him to celebrate that.
~*~*~
Katsuki has to cancel dinner two days later because his parents demand he come see them.
~*~*~
Lunch the next day falls victim to another villain attack and at that point Katsuki starts wondering when Hitoshi will cut his losses and simply give up but instead of doing that—or even griping about the many cancelled dates—he just asks for breakfast a day later.
~*~*~
Deku invades Katsuki's apartment with an assortment of breakfast foods to cry about his totally requited feelings for Icy-Hot and all Katsuki manages to do is send Hitoshi a picture of Deku crying into his bagel.
He gets a laughing cat gif and a new invite for a coffee the next day.
~*~*~
The café they were supposed to meet at gets destroyed by an explosion the morning of the day and by now Katsuki is just waiting for Hitoshi to call it quits.
They schedule lunch two days later.
~*~*~
There's a mission debrief Katsuki fought Best Jeanist tooth and nail over because surely it could have been scheduled in the morning or even the late afternoon but no, it had to be right on lunch time, so he has to cancel on Hitoshi again.
Who answers with a thumbs-up and an invitation for dinner the next day.
~*~*~
When Katsuki has to cancel a date for the gazillionth time in a row and only gets an understanding answer and a new offer for a date, he almost throws his phone across the room.
One of these days Hitoshi is going to be fed up with him and in all honesty, Katsuki can't understand why it hasn't happened yet.
They didn't even manage one date in a month and yet here Hitoshi is, offering another one as if it means nothing, as if he's not running out of patience, as if Katsuki could still hold his interest.
It's insane and mind-boggling and Katsuki doesn't understand it, which he hates.
So there's only one thing to do.
Where are you? he types out and just like always, Hitoshi's answer comes in almost immediately.
home. y?
Katsuki's eye twitches at the question, because why can't this fucker be bothered to type out a three letter word, but instead of conveying his displeasure via text he gets himself up in the air and blasts his way over to Hitoshi's apartment.
He pushes away the twinge of guilt at having looked the address up at the very start of all of this, but right now he's more thankful that he knows it in the first place and he's not going to take shit from Hitoshi for it, either.
Fucker can be happy that Katsuki is coming over and keep his mouth shut anyway.
Katsuki bangs on Hitoshi's door not even ten minutes later and when Hitoshi opens the door Katsuki realises that he hasn't seen him in person since that class meeting a month ago.
It shouldn't matter to him at all, because before that he hadn't seen Hitoshi in literal years but apparently knowing that Hitoshi wants to go on a date with him—and admitting that he does, too—has changed things because laying eyes on him now feels a lot like breathing in fresh air for the first time in weeks and Katsuki would hate it if he could be bothered to form a coherent sentence right now.
But he can't because he's too distracted by Hitoshi's haircut, which—even dishevelled as he is—suits him really fucking well and maybe Katsuki wants to bite those cheekbones.
He can feel himself flush and the fact that Hitoshi is raking his eyes over him doesn't help at all, so Katsuki does what he does best—he blusters.
"Move, troll doll," he snaps out and pushes past Hitoshi into the apartment without waiting for an invitation and Hitoshi chuckles.
"Sure, come in I guess," he lightly says and follows Katsuki into the living-room, where Katsuki takes a stand and crosses his arms in front of his chest.
"How long are you going to do this?" Katsuki asks because the thought has been haunting him for days now.
One of these days Hitoshi is going to be so fed up with him and all the cancelled dates that he's simply going to call it quits and Katsuki needs to know when that is going to happen because he can't keep trying only to know that it'll blow up in his face eventually.
He has to cut his losses, too, before he gets too invested only for Hitoshi to tell him to fuck off eventually.
"Existing in my own apartment? For a good, long while I hope," Hitoshi mildly gives back which only makes Katsuki huff out a displeased breath.
"Quit it with your snark," he barks out. "Inviting me out on dates," he then adds. "How long until you get fed up with me cancelling every goddamn time?"
Hitoshi curiously tilts his head at Katsuki.
"Until you tell me to stop?"
"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" Katsuki demands to know because surely, surely it can't be that easy.
There is no way in hell that Hitoshi is just going to keep on doing this when all he gets is rejection from Katsuki.
"It means that until you tell me to stop bothering, I'll keep on inviting you out."
"It's been a month and I cancelled like twenty dates. Everyone would think I'm not interested," Katsuki argues even though he doesn't want to because he is interested.
His work is just making it hell on him and he needs to know when Hitoshi will finally be done with it.
"And yet you agree to every date I propose," Hitoshi easily gives back. "That doesn't seem uninterested to me."
Katsuki opens his mouth to argue some more but—yeah. He has agreed to every single date so far. Still—
"But—"
"No," Hitoshi cuts him off, his voice firm. "Until you tell me to get fucking lost and stop trying, I will keep on inviting you out. You said fine when I asked you out on a date and so far, that agreement hasn't changed, at least not that I know of." Hitoshi narrows his eyes at him. "Or has it?"
"No!" Katsuki's answer probably comes too quickly, is too revealing but he can't help it with all that relief flooding through him. "No, it hasn't. I still want to," he admits and he manages to pretend that it doesn't matter at all when he goes slightly red in the face.
"Then I'll keep inviting you out. One of these days it'll have to happen."
"How can you—why are you not giving up?" Katsuki helplessly asks because he doesn't understand.
He's not that much of a catch to keep on trying like this so he doesn't know why Hitoshi is so stubborn.
The fact that he doesn't want him to stop barely even matters here.
"Katsuki, I just told you: you haven't told me to stop. I still want to take you out on a date so I'll keep offering."
"Everyone else would have called it quits ages ago," Katsuki admits because people have.
The few times he tried to date anyone, his work put a rather abrupt end to most of the attempts very early on, so having Hitoshi be this persistent is strange and unusual and confusing to say the least.
"But why would they? Your job comes first, I damn well know that and again—until you tell me you're not interested I'll keep trying. Besides once we live together, it'll be easier anyway cause we'll see each other daily."
Katsuki blinks at that.
"Getting ahead of yourself much?" he manages to get out and all he gets for it is a cheeky grin.
"Manifesting, more like. I'm not going to stop, Katsuki. Not until you tell me to. So, what will it be?"
Hitoshi sounds so sure, so absolutely completely convinced that this is going to work, that it doesn't matter that Katsuki keeps ditching on him and he can hardly wrap his head around it.
"It'll keep happening, even once we're dating. I'll have to leave you hanging all the damn time."
"Yeah, I know. And I'll do the same to you, too. My work is just as unpredictable as yours and I'll even have to be away for weeks on end when they send me undercover. That a problem for you?" Hitoshi gives the ball right back and what the fuck is Katsuki supposed to say to that?
That he wants to rank higher than Hitoshi's job, for which he fought tooth and nail for? Yeah, right.
"No, it won't be," he replies and Hitoshi nods.
"Then why is it so surprising to you that the same goes for me?"
"Maybe because I'm—like this?" Katsuki gestures at all of himself because he knows he has killer looks but that is about it.
He has medical issues a mile wide, he's scarred to hell and back and his personality—well, the less said about that the better. Add all of that to the fact that every potential partner would always have to take a back seat to his job and it doesn't add up to a very appealing package at all.
"Hard-working, dedicated, fit as hell, snarky and able to stand your ground, no matter if it's with a villain or anyone else? Yeah, what a turn-off," Hitoshi laments and lets out a sigh. "I didn't ask you out on a date because I thought it'd be funny, but because I'm genuinely interested. All of that—" he gestures at Katsuki as a whole "—is doing it for me."
"Dinner," Katsuki blurts out because his brain is still kind of lagging behind and Hitoshi frowns at him.
"Dinner?"
"Right now. Do you have work?"
"Uhm, I've got two hours," Hitoshi says after quickly checking the time.
"Order me something spicy and it's a date," Katsuki says with more bravado than he really feels—he's still stuck on the fact that Hitoshi wants him, all things included—but when Hitoshi lights up like a kid on Christmas, some of that worry melts off Katsuki.
"Deal," Hitoshi breathes out and scrambles for the kitchen, pulling out some flyers from what Katsuki can only assume are places that deliver food.
It's probably not what everyone would consider a good first date, but considering their track record—Katsuki will take it.
And when Hitoshi turns around to him, big smile still on his face and holding up an advert that promises the spiciest food anyone has tasted, it damn well feels perfect to him.
I've got this bad habit of just randomly approaching people and striking up conversation. I'd seen this cute guy around who looks like the dollar store version of a movie director in the early 2000s but anyway I chatted him up and he gave me his number.
We agree to catch up at a cafe.
I stress to my sister and all my friends "it's not a date" because you can't be too presumptuous in this environment, I go for casual coffees with friends and even professors all the time.
But I dressed nice cause I like the guy, right? He's really sweet, he literally insists on paying for my drink (peppermint tea that day, and it was a bloody lovely one too, I've been meaning to return to that cafe on my own) and ik I'm showing my inexperience here but no one's ever paid for me like that before without wanting something in return or being weird about it.
We get to talking and by this point I've realised, shit, this might actually be a date. But how do I bring that up when suddenly he reveals he's a Christian and he's asking what I value most and how I feel about family 😭 um, and then further religion talk happened and he is Very Clearly Devout and I am uh not. That's not usually a problem, I'm open to embracing others' religion in a relationship if it's important to them and it's not going against my morals or ethics, but he didn't seem to like my lack of knowledge about, well, everything. Or my general superstitious nature and belief in my culture's folklore.
So, at the end of the not-date-but-totally-date, I say we should do this again sometime, I enjoyed myself (darling, I enjoyed the attention and admiring looks, I Did Not enjoy the job interview like way we were talking 💀).
My brother in Christ smiles and tells me he'll have to pray about it first, ask God for advice, and then maybe ask his parents before he decides we should "do this again".
Guuurl, I am never approaching random guys again. That was months ago when I still had foolish courage and a nothing-to-lose attitude. By far the funniest dating experience I've had though in retrospect. I didn't even realise I was on a date for most of it.
P.S. in the end, he said we're just not meant to be 🤷♀️ and if you ask me? Thank God for that.
LMFAOOOOOOOO, YO THAT'S SO AWKWARD. Me if I was asked about religion:
BUT HONESTLY... I don't really go on dates with people I don't already know, so I actually don't have any awkward or crazy experiences, bahaha. I've always played it safe bc at least for me, most people I run into in everyday life are probably not gonna vibe w/ me fr. 🙂↕️
I hope that guy found him a nice god fearing lady 🙏 🙌 (Inshallah 🥴)
Is an awkward date whumpy enough, or should I add a huge fight?
Hi nonny,
I have yet to read a work where an awkward date (without any stabbing or mugging or allergic reaction *cough*) is whumpy. So I think that greatly depends on how you do it. What are the reasons for it being awkward?
If it's just your normal "people are socially awkward and don't know what to talk about" situation then I'm not sure that counts as whump. If you add anxiety or panic to the mix, you might have something to work with 😊
Unless you mean date as in the fruit...?
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Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark
Characters: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark
Additional Tags: Awkward Dates, Insecure Steve Rogers, Insecure Tony Stark, Tony Stark Has A Heart, Pre-Serum Steve Rogers, Budding Love, Developing Relationship, Hospitals, modern love au, Alternate Universe - No Powers
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There is never a good time to fall off your mattress onto a martini glass and begin losing a dangerous amount of blood, but having this happen in the middle of a promising date is an especially bad time.
Pro Surfer Makes Nervous Blunder | First Dates Australia
Pro Surfer Makes Nervous Blunder | First Dates Australia
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