#yuhyuh

[fiercestyourmajesty]

I was in hashtag artblock but @canonickero came in clutch with ideas 💪💪💪

Also new official post from heavys inst

Dee when he's lame and can't be bothered to put a pumpkin on his head /silly

[shteeny]

Raphael kinda mad

[defectivevillain]

stardom

pairings (can be read as platonic or romantic): Present Mic/reader, Mirko/Reader

reader’s pronouns: he/him

check out the other parts of this idol au! [part 1 / part 2]

Hizashi Yamada (Present Mic)

cw: migraines/headaches, dizziness

On some days, Yamada can be a handful. Of course, he’s extremely easy to work with and even easier to be around. Even so, his never-ending supply of energy can grate on your nerves sometimes. His voice is rather loud and on the days when you’re plagued with migraines or bad headaches, you begin to regret taking your position as his manager. 

You wake up one morning before work feeling remarkably shitty. Typically, your headaches will build as the day goes on. Today, however, you have a headache the moment you wake up. It throws you off a little, and your morning routine is significantly more clumsy than usual. When you finally make it to the company building and pass through security, you’re exhausted. Times like these make you wish Yamada’s offices were on a lower floor. As the elevator rises, you put a hand on the railing and close your eyes. Unsurprisingly, colors swirl across your eyes and your ears ring. The elevator dings a moment later and you break out of your reverie, making your way to your office with significantly less speed.

For a little while, you’re fine with answering emails and phone calls. However, the fluorescent lighting of your laptop screen soon begins to sear into your vision and make your head ache even worse. Even so, you push through. You have to push through. You can't go home, can’t call sick. You need to prove that you’re competent. Thus, you push through your pounding headache, your trembling hands, and the uneasy feeling eating away at your chest. 

You don’t realize how much of a mistake that is until it’s too late. You’re returning from dropping off some paperwork on one of the lower floors when you feel a sudden spurt of vertigo. You weakly grasp for the railing in the elevator, your stomach lurching as the elevator ascends higher. When it finally stops, you stumble out and manage to make it to the hallway. Unfortunately, your dizziness only seems to increase. You pinch the bridge of your nose, wincing as pain courses through your face, your teeth, and practically everywhere. 

Just as you're about to give up and let your knees crumple from under you, there’s a hand on your forearm and another on your waist. Yamada is at your side, asking you questions in a warped voice. Well, you’re sure his voice is fine, but it sounds garbled in your ears. You weakly put an arm around his shoulders and he leads you down the hall. 

“Here, sit down,” the idol says, guides you to his office and onto a couch in front of his desk. You follow along pliantly, namely because you’re too dizzy to argue. Even so, the moment you sit down and see him hovering over you, you quickly feel guilty. 

“Yamada...” you break off, shaking your head slowly. The movement makes your vision blur, so you quickly stop and look at Yamada. To your surprise, the idol is staring at you with a concerned expression. There’s a pulsing feeling in your temple and the world around you is fluctuating from fuzzy grains to sharpened lines and back again. “I’ll be fine.” You must not look very good, because the idol doesn’t look the least bit convinced. 

“Considering the amount of times you’ve taken care of me...” Yamada breaks off, an unreadable expression on his face. Well, you’re not quite sure you’d be able to pin down his expression, even without your blurry vision. He snaps his fingers and points to you. “I think it’s time for me to return the favor.” You can't help but huff out a weak laugh at that. Unfortunately, the motion certainly doesn’t help your headache. Yamada frowns and walks away, returning a few moments later with a glass of water and pills in his hand. You don't bother to argue, instead grabbing the water and downing the pills. 

“Thanks,” you murmur, trying to push yourself up off the couch. Yamada quickly pushes you back down—which can’t be hard, what with your weakened strength—and places his hands on your shoulders. 

“You should rest,” Yamada says. It's less of a suggestion and more of an order. You swallow hard and push yourself forward a little, allowing your head to fall back to the decorative pillow behind you. You want to argue, but shadows are creeping along the walls of the room and darkness is threatening to overtake your vision. Within a few moments, your eyes are closing and you’re falling asleep.  

Usagiyama Rumi (Mirko)

You can't help but envy Mirko—Rumi, she tells you to call her- sometimes. The idol is incredibly determined and hardworking. She puts 110% into everything she does. Watching her perfect her craft- whether it be through practicing choreography, working on songs, or anything else- always makes your heart race. Rumi has cultivated a huge fanbase over the years, and you know that she deserves every single ounce of the attention she receives. However, not everyone shares that belief. You realize this during one of her interviews with a few talk show hosts. 

Rumi is scheduled to appear on a popular late-night talk show in a few hours. Rumi, various staff members, and you have all made the trek downtown and to the television studio. It’s a rather time-consuming process, as you all are currently waiting in the studio several hours before the show is set to begin. Mirko is busy with the makeup and hair teams, while you and a few of your coworkers are ironing out any last-minute details. Rumi then has a practice rehearsal on the stage. 

Finally, after what seems like far too long, it’s time for Rumi’s live appearance. You watch with baited breath as she’s called to the stage and shakes hands with the hosts. Things go swimmingly for the first few minutes, and you can’t help but feel that your nerves from earlier were for nothing. 

Of course, that’s when it all goes to shit. The hosts proceed to ask rather insensitive questions. Mirko handles them with ease. Even so, you notice the minute twitch of her eyes or the subtle fidgeting of her fingers. The hosts seem to be entirely unaware of her discomfort, as they continue to lob wild accusations at her for no reason. Thankfully, the time for her performance approaches and she’s singing within a few minutes. After her performance, the hosts transition to the next guest and Rumi is done for the day. 

You walk back to Rumi’s dressing room and wait for her makeup and hair teams to remove any of the uncomfortable pieces she’s wearing. Mirko often requests that they remove all her makeup, which is somehow controversial for an idol to do. You can’t help but think she looks just as stunning without any makeup, but you keep that to yourself. When Rumi is finished up, she nods at you and the two of you exit the room and walk through the studio. Your coworkers will meet you back at the building, since there are multiple cars waiting for you outside. 

“That was insane,” you remark furiously, once the two of you are safely out of earshot from anyone. Rumi bites her lip and looks ahead, the only external sign of her troubles. Her distress quickly fades and she plasters a smile on her face.

“Hey, it's fine,” Rumi says, waving your concerns off. You raise an eyebrow at her and, for a few moments, the two of you walk in silence. You’re trying to filter your thoughts, but clearly you’re not doing a very good job, because you're soon blurting out exactly what you think. 

“They can’t just dismiss you like that,” you continue, clenching your fists at your sides. “Like, seriously, what the hell?! You’ve worked so hard. How dare they?”

“Well—”

“And, hey, they didn’t say those types of things to any of the others!” You can’t stop the words coming out of your mouth anymore. The verbal filter in your mind has completely disintegrated. “They were super nice to the other idols. They didn’t say any of those things to Haru and, hell, he’s super lazy! He does practically nothing all day and I can vouch for that, since I worked for him for a little bit.” You sigh and cross your arms over your chest. You’re about to continue speaking when there’s a sudden hand on your shoulder. 

“Sweetheart,” Rumi cuts you off. You promptly shut your mouth. She looks at you with an exasperated smile. Surely, you’re imagining the fondness in that expression. “It’s okay. It’s happened before, unfortunately.”

“That’s such— such bullshit,” you stammer, anger still brewing in your chest. Admittedly, you're unsure why this is getting you so heated. Then, you think back to all the times you’ve seen Rumi practicing tirelessly in the dance studio, humming to herself during breaks, listening and watching her performances again... Suddenly, you think your anger is justified. 

“I’ve gotten used to those kinds of comments,” Rumi answers, which doesn’t exactly make you feel any better. 

“You shouldn’t have to get used to it.” You frown. 

“But, you know what?” Rumi asks, her gaze intense as she looks at you. “Not everyone is like them. Some people don’t bother to get to know me and, hell, that’s fine. No point in wasting time on them.”

The people that count know how much work I put in. My fans know that I put a lot of effort into producing my music. And... that’s all that matters. Haters, naysayers, and ignorant assholes won’t go away. Even so, knowing that people like you recognize my efforts... It’s more than enough for me.”

At that, Rumi leans to the side and wraps her muscular arm around your shoulders. You subconsciously lean closer. Thankfully, you’re under the cover of night, so you’e not worried about anyone seeing either of you. As you walk to the car, you can’t help but notice the appreciative smile on Rumi’s face. You’re glad you stood up for her, even if your efforts were a bit too late. 

thanks for reading! if you liked this, consider checking out the other parts of this idol au! 

part 1: monoma, shigaraki, shinsou

part 2: bakugo, kirishima, todoroki

For the majority of these snippets, I’ve concentrated on the reader comforting/being there for the idol. However, I decided to flip the script in the snippet with Yamada. I think it works out well. 

I’ve never quite had an opinion on Mirko one way or the other... Then this snippet happened and now I’m down bad y’all 😭😭 she's so cool. 

[devilscherubs]

[lnkinpark]

i fell into a rabbit hole of reading johnny knoxville fics and now im very tempted to add the whole jackass crew to the people i write for list thingy

[b0ba-chan]

alpha suna knotting your mouth <3

[feitansluver]

3, 6 and 8...👀👀👀

hey heyyy :')<3

3. Birthday?

January 28th!

6. What's your lucky number?

I'd have to say it's 14

8. Where are you from?

United States, like, the super south Texas, its basically Mexico is the US tee hee.

[wilburtheclown]

Shigaraki is nice to draw :) also I don't draw Fin enough.