stop aali that lil drabble of kiri loving the girl who does his hair just melted me I would literally combust on my feet rn if I could, cause I know I would if I were actually doing his hair and :( what if he felt so so soothed while you wash his hair + the exhaustion of the day (cause he would never miss an appointment; maybe be a lil late, but never kiss it) would leave him drooling a bit and sound asleep and just 🥲 can you see how much it affected me?? thank you and thanks to the anon who sent that other ask, that ei will live rent free in my mind
𑊡˚+₊🍼✦ — bad hair days + ek.
૮ ͈>◡< ͈ა warnings — some fluff + comfort. mentions of civilian death, rough days, new relationships. hiccups ok wait wait u made me want to elaborate on this !!! more pro hero!kirishima in love with his hairstylist !! please take him and love him and protect him.
“you’re late.”
it’s almost after hours for the salon, the other girls having finished their shifts around an hour or two ago, leaving you to close up for the night. you would have left with them had it not been for eijirou kirishima missing his appointment— something he’s never done in all the time you’ve been cutting his hair.
kirishima, though a pro hero high enough in the ranks to take his money anywhere he wanted, always made sure to stop by you for a dye job or a trim, tipped enough to the cover yours and the girls’ wages for the month and always smiled whenever he got to take a seat in your chair. he never missed an appointment, he was only ever late.
by a few minutes…not a few hours.
and of course that has you worried sick, to death about your favourite customer— you don’t even want to think about what might have happened to him out there today.
but sure enough, the bell to your humble little salon chimes while you’re sweeping up hair and in comes the towering, sturdy hero— stumbling over his feet with his hero costume clinging to his muscular body, face covered in soot…you swear you spot blood and you don’t even want to know who it belongs to. not your eijirou, you hope.
“you’re late.” you repeat, blinking back tears of worry as kirishima squeezes his way into your tiny store— a hand sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck, brushing through soot dusted fiery red locks.
he shrugs, exhaustion set on his handsome features but an apologetic tone in his voice. “‘m sorry, today was a long day.” a bad one, eijirou’s eyes say and you out down your broom to beckon him to your seat and styling station— grabbing a hair apron to protect him from your late night work.
“sit.” you don’t ask which civilians he might have lost today, how much paperwork he had to fill out or how many points he might have gained or lost in the ranks, instead you run your hands through eijirou’s red mane and take his favourite comb to brush the gel out of his hair. “so what will it be t’night, riot?”
relief floods the pretty slopes of the redhead’s features; you can see that in the mirror and how the pro hero slumps into your seat, relaxing as you brush through his hair with tender love and care. “ahh, yanno. the usual?” eijirou plays along with you, giving you his signature toothy smile as he melts into your touch. the usual is just code for your playing with his hair at this time of night.
so you keep the joke up, wanting to see him happy even if it’s just for a little while. “aw, not gonna let me colour your hair, honey? i heard dynamight’s bombshell blonde dye was a hit with the ladies.”
“oh, i don’t know about that…” his body shakes with familiar laughter; kirishima letting out an undignified snort at your joke while you twirl mini braids into his luscious locks. “i think you prefer me red anyways,”
you spin his chair around to face you, leaning forward to tangle a single finger in kirishima’s fringe now that his hair falls down over his face.
“you’re right, riot, i do.”
the salon is overcome with a silence that gives eijirou room to breathe outside of being pro hero red riot, it lets him settle into the bones of being himself again…relaxed, happy and safe from the raging world outside that he faces everyday. because with you, he feels like he’s the one being protected instead of doing the protecting.
his large hands, as calloused as they are, move gently to fiddle with the utility belt at your hip— filled to the brim with hair ties and clips, your combs and scissors before they settle on your waist as so to gently pull you to stand between his legs.
“you take such good care of me…yanno that?”
kirishima’s voice trembles, but only just. yet, it’s still shaky and newly vulnerable enough to let you know that the world has been too tough on him today, that the image of japan’s sturdiest hero is beginning to crack and you take it upon yourself to soothe them over with little things like this, playing with his hair way past closing time and grounding him.
you might still be exploring one another, getting used to having your hearts lie with each other…but you already know, you’d do everything in your power to keep kirishima happy, comfort him even on his bad days. “well,” you whisper back, moving to hug his head to your stomach, brushing down the back of his head in soft, caring motions. “you are my favourite customer, so you’ll always get special treatment with me, hon,”
eijirou bristles at that, nuzzling into you as he finally closes his ruby gem eyes and lets the tension of the day flow out of him with each pet you give to his hair. “y’spoil me way too much,” he mumbles into your tummy and pushing his head into your hand for more, making you smile. “how am i ever gonna repay my favourite hair stylist?”
you pull back from kirishima only just, scratching the hair at the back of his head as if he were a cat and look down at him with affectionate eyes.
“well you can start by kissin’ me like you were missin’ me, red.”
I can't believe that it was over 20 years ago that I made these pictures, up all night on in-love and inspired evenings at a historic and beloved photography studio in San Francisco's Hayes Valley.
Film and hot lights. Dynalite strobes. Wet darkroom prints.
❝Hmm…❞ All the dresses her stylist picked out are laid out on the bed but she cannot pick herself. The pastel pink dress is lovely, but the mint one is just as cute! ❝What do you think?❞
#Repost @jeremysaffer • • • So... this just happened... I just did a photo shoot with Alice Cooper, Johnny Depp, Joe Perry, and the rest of The Hollywood Vampires for some new photos that should be out in the near future. Awesome photo shoot and an incredible show. It was awesome getting to photograph so many legends together on one stage. keep your eyes to their pages for the photos to be posted. BTS photo by the lovely and amazing @yourlivingdeadgurl and big ups to @luxiskillah for coming out of assistant retirement for this one. @hollywoodvampires @alicecooper #JohnnyDepp @joeperryofficial #teamcanon #dynalite
now sierra knows how to dance, don’t get me wrong. but she also knows how to - not dance. if that makes sense. “why are you just standing there?? how can you NOT wanna move to this song???”
Legit, this is the best birthday present Barry Allen has ever gotten and of all the people to have been this thoughtful about a gift? It’s definitely NOT Bruce Wayne he’d think of first. He almost asked, rudely, if Diana had something to do with the tickets, but as if Bruce could tell Barry didn’t quite believe him the man had interjected:
“I follow you on Spotify, Barry.”
Ohhh yeaaaah, he sure did.
So here he is in the area for VIP passes and front row seats, minutes away from seeing THE Dynalite, a k-pop group that took even American radios by storm that summer and had ruled most of Barry’s Spotify for weeks now. He’s trying not to be so overwhelmed by his excitement that he ends up vibrating and clipping through the damn floor but honestly?
The energy here is WILD. Everyone is already screaming and crying out just from the intro music playing before Yuna and Beatbot make their grand entrance. Barry whoops and hollers like the best of them until his voice feels husky.
“DY-NA-LITE! DY-NA-LITE!” his chant catches on, soon the whole crowd is braying along!
Such an alluring beat, a thrilling heat! She can feel the world around her throb, entranced by the soul of the music spewing from the DJ’s playlist. A mix of gorgon proverb with a little bit of siren aptitude led to the finest, sexiest club dances imaginable. Throw a ghoul into the mix next round, and Raleigh was off in her own world, fully lost to the sounds permeating her glamour and resonating deep within her soul.
Music can tame the beast, so they say. It’s a good thing her guardian wasn’t there to make things even worse, or things might’ve just gotten a bit too steamy for public eye view.
“Isn’t that you singing?” Raleigh has to yell over the music just to get an ounce of commentary to the woman dancing next to her, Yuna of Dynalite, “you have such a lovely voice. We should collab sometime!”
Imagine all the human souls they could entrance, imagine all the hearts they could petrify...! Oh, the thought gave her such tingles!
