#ALSO GIVE HER LOTS OF BODY HAIR PLSSSS

[foggybear42]

gender-swapped versions of wolverine should still be named logan but have their full name as jacqueline "jackie" howlett send tweet

[littlesliceofimmortality]

PUTS ON a beaglepuss disguise ermmm can u plssss tell us your norm headcanons ?? Spare norm headcanons for us pwee 🙏🙏🥺

this was gonna be longer but uhmmid probably be repeating myself. long enough as is so irs under the cut :3

sgt norman g allen

• only person allowed to call him norman is (was) his WIFE! e'eryone ELSE gets shot at

• but now its just everyone 

• gingi jokingly calls her Norma and he'll never admit he doesnt actually mind it

• supposedly his middle name is his fathers, but if asked about it, its just G. rolls off the tongue better

• unlabelled transfem, he/she and prefers gendered terms to neutral ones

• bear & also a cougar. just a Queer man living life always homoerotically

• fully believed she was cishet pre-wormhole and was so deep in denial about it but spending that much time alone (x2) gives you some time to reflect

• still not that knowledgeable about new lgbt terminology but is slowly comin to understand it

• oliver helped the most and Gets norms gender. calls her his boymom girldad 

• mexican immigrant and is still pretty fluent in spanish! better than his korean at least

• independent skills were drilled into him from a young age but he's still better at taking care of others rather than himself

• can cook a full thanksgiving meal with the most mouthwatering droolworthy turkey complete with sides and the whole shebang but when its just him eating? soggy oatmeal

• doing ALOT better post-chap 3! might even make himself a whole OMELETTE to go with his oatmeal

• after becoming sherrif he tried to go back to his shack. everyone from mingus to gingi said "No you are NOT."

• much hassle commenced but eventually a rented house on the outskirts of uptown dialtown, paid by the mayor herself

• much more hassle ensued once norm started taking potshots at people too close to her ""yard""

• BUT that has all been settled. its not lived in much but eventually she'll learn to call it home

• however what norm Is accustomed to is his PICKUP TRUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHOOOO BABEY

• norm loves his jeep comanche eliminator like its his kid. decked out in awful AMERICAN USA USA bumper stickers

• "if ya cant operate a stick-shift, go back to drivers ed" across the back window with a skeleton on fire or a bald eagle holding a flag (or both)

• & yes it has the ballsack he finds it hilarious nobody can convince him otherwise

• calls her jessup - same name as his old horse

• obnoxious about how he drives it everywhere during dialtowns reconstruction, hauling ass and building supplies 

• the physical work HAS made him more built than ever tho

• always been a Big Guy, over 6ft and 300+ pounds. some muscle from his time as a sergeant and astronaut but mostly fat

• think heavylifter body with a softer stomach. Also more hair

• Lots of thick, black hair. on her head and body and face. blacker and deeper than space itself

• gray speckles that seem like stars or constallations you could trace in her scruff

• had short, choppy hair before the wormhole but let it grow out into a full mane after becoming an outcast anyways

[amerrierworld]

Lullaby

Ocean’s 8 fanfiction

for the request: More Lou x reader plssss they’re so good! Maybe a protective!Lou fic

Summary: Lou is there for you as you struggle with incessant nightmares.

Characters: Lou x gn!reader, the team mentioned in passing

Word Count: 2,071

Warnings: comfort and fluffffff. a bit dark in reference to scary nightmares, restlessness, worry, etc! some fluffy suggestiveness, but nothing smutty

You knew you needed to sleep. Hell, you wanted to sleep. Your eyes were burning as you stared at the ceiling fan high above you, spinning gently and sending cool air to the sleeping bodies below.

The ladies had all crashed at Lou’s that night, an impromptu sleep-over after a night drinking in celebration. There was plenty of couch space to go around, and an extra mattress was pulled out for the remaining few. Pillows and blankets were tossed about and shared. 

You heard Rose snoring quietly at the other end of the mattress. At some point in the night, you had rolled off of your side onto the hardwood floor, blankets half-covering your restless body.

The ground was hard and cold against your back, but it was a welcomed feeling, because you’d woken up in a fit, heart pounding, drenched in sweat and gripping the blankets with trembling hands. 

You didn’t expect nightmares to visit you tonight. You’d drank happily and were exhausted from the day’s events, and you were out cold as soon as everyone turned out the lights and said goodnight.

But shadowy figures danced about your brain as you laid there, staring up at the ceiling fan, trying to decide what to do next. Memories of the nightmare were already fading due to the drunken haze you had fallen asleep in, but the panic was still heavy in your chest. 

Suddenly, your body tingled with restlessness and you sat up. Wincing at the stickiness of your sweaty shirt peeling off the floor, you got up and gingerly stepped around your sleeping friends. You needed to move, or do something, before your heavy breathing woke anyone else up.

You went to the bathroom, used the toilet, combed your fingers through your wild hair. Wandered around the small space for a bit, opened the cupboards and inspected what kind of hair products Lou liked to use. 

It was eerily quiet, the kind of quiet in someone else’s house that you’re not used to. You sat on the edge of the bathtub, which was wondrously large, and debated drawing yourself a bath. It’d be too loud to fill it, you figured. You’d feel like you were imposing, no matter how comfortably you knew Lou and the rest of the team. 

But you also didn’t want to go back yet either. The cool bathroom floor tiles were jarring but relaxing to your aching feet, and the harsh bright light dispelled any shadows around you.

Wild, hot tears prickled the edges of your eyes and you sniffled. You rubbed your face with a shaky hand, irritated at your drowsiness but inability to sleep peacefully which only made you cry harder. 

Wind roared outside and the lights flickered for a split second as you sobbed silently into your hands.

-

Lou wasn’t a light sleeper by any means, but if something sounded off in her own home, she’d be the first to wake up. And so, when she heard soft footsteps creaking up her staircase, she was awake in seconds.

She peeked down the hall and saw the light coming from the bathroom as you snuck in, clicking it shut slowly, as if all hell would break loose if someone heard you. 

Lou normally wouldn’t have done anything, considering there were eight people sleeping over and someone was bound to use the toilet in the middle of the night, but the way your feet shuffled weakly and your head was bowed down in fear made her worry.

She waited for you to come back out. Heard the flushing of the toilet, the running of the sink, and expected you to open the door again immediately. But you didn’t. And when she walked over, leaned her ear towards the door and heard quiet sobs coming through, she nearly broke down the door with how swiftly she opened it, fearing the worst. 

Your back straightened, squeaking in surprise at the sight of Lou in the doorway, her eyebrows furrowed.

You both stared at each other for a moment. Lou opened her mouth and closed it again, swallowing thickly. She realized how invasive it was for her to burst through the door, but the sound of you in torment pushed any rational thoughts out of her brain.

Rubbing your eyes quickly, you got up and wrung your hands in front of you. 

“S-sorry I took so long,” you said, thinking she needed to hurriedly use the bathroom. Lou’s brain was short-circuiting with both worry and confusion. Your clothes stuck to your body and seemed damp, and your face was red and splotchy, despite your attempt to hide any signs of your crying.

You felt bad for waking Lou and keeping her waiting. She was wearing an oversized rock ‘n roll t-shirt that nearly reached her knees, and her hair stuck out in all directions, a low bun drooping and threatening to fall out entirely. 

“It’s alright,” Lou replied dumbly, not realizing why you were apologizing. 

You got closer, trying to think of how to get past her without making it obvious how much you were struggling, hoping her sky-blue eyes wouldn’t catch on.

But a gentle hand stopped you before you could walk past her and you knew that she had.

“Y/N,” she whispered, pushing you back a bit so she could close the bathroom door, giving you privacy, “what’s wrong?”

You nonchalantly leaned against the sink, looking at your toes, “nothing.”

The lights flickered again as the wind howled outside. Suddenly the space felt too surreal, too harsh and bright, and you ached.

Lou turned away from you, rummaging around and pulling out a washcloth. She used the sink behind you to dampen it, and you wondered what she needed it for. Maybe she needed to wash her face, or had some makeup left over...

Then she reached for your hand and gently pressed the fabric against the back of it. The lukewarm temperature of it zapped through your body like a shot and your clammy hand went limp in hers.

She searched your eyes, looking for fear, for rejection. Instead she found pleading, drowsiness and trust.

“I’m not good with words,” she muttered as she rubbed the cloth over your fingers and forearm, before moving to the other. “But does this help?”

You nodded, face scrunching up as tears threatened to flow again and you wanted to hold them back. 

Then she pressed the damp cloth against your collarbones and shoulders, where you felt sickly sweaty, shuddering. When she reached behind to cup your  neck and work her fingers into your muscles through the cloth, you surrendered. Your body tipped forward, following the pressure of her hand and resting your forehead against her shoulder. 

She stilled, holding the cloth against your bare, clammy skin. 

“I can’t sleep,” you muttered thickly into her shirt, voice breaking.

Immediately the cloth was gone and her hands replaced the absence, holding you closely and letting your entire weight rest against her. Hot tears flowed again.

“Did Tammy kick you in her sleep?” Lou asked, “apparently she does that. If she did you just gotta kick her back-”

You chuckled, pulling away a bit, and replied, “no, it wasn’t Tam. I get these.. nightmares.”

Lou’s eyebrow raised in curiosity. Her hands held your waist as she let you speak, the warmth and heaviness of them a grounding feeling for you.

“I have trouble sleeping at really stupid times,” you muttered, “And then I’m stressed about it. When I wake up I- I’m afraid to even think about going back to sleep.

“Like- I- I don’t know, they just happen and I wake up, but I don’t feel like myself when I do, and- and it takes ages to feel okay again. I just..”

You trailed off, biting your lip in worry, clenching Lou’s shirt in your hands as you looked at her chin to avoid her piercing gaze.

Lou’s heart broke a bit at the sight of you fighting with yourself, and she sighed. One of her hands came up to cup your cheek, making you meet her eyes.

“Would it help if someone was with you?” she asked.

“Well.. no, clearly, because even with the whole team down there-”

“I meant someone who was with you. Making sure you’re okay and safe to fall sleep,” Lou corrected herself, smiling at your doe-eyed look, eyes wide, cheeks still splotchy. She picked up the washcloth, ran it under the water again and rubbed it gently against your cheeks.

Your eyes fluttered closed as you tried to form words, feeling wonderfully sleepy in her arms,

“I- I suppose so.. maybe. I don’t know.”

“My bed is a lot cozier than the couches downstairs,” Lou suggested, picking her words carefully. “If you’d like you could...”

“Sleep with you?”

“Not sleep with me,” Lou said hastily, “but.. yes. If it'd be more comfortable.”

You smirked a little, looking up at her and batting your eyelashes, “What if I did want to... sleep with you?”

Lou snorted, “not with the state you’re in right now, missy. You look ready to fall over and snore all on my floors.”

You blushed, rubbing your thumbs over the middle of Lou’s shirt, too distracted by the design on it to notice you were pressing your fingers against her abdomen and warm skin, making her nostrils flare and her grip tighten.

“You can say no, Y/N.”

“No, I’d like that, but.. why? You’re not just feeling bad for me are you?”

“No, of course not,” Lou sighed, “Y/N..”

She cupped your cheek and looked you squarely in the eyes, “you mean the world to me, darling. I mean that. Let me take care of you, at least for tonight. Let me help.”

You blushed, again feeling your emotions well up and threaten to spill over but Lou rubbed your cheeks with her thumbs, brushed back your hair, pulled you closer to her warm body.

You nodded and felt Lou take your hand, open the door and turn off the bathroom light, swallowing both of you in darkness. She lead you and you followed blindly to her bedroom, where a massive bed awaited. 

You put a hand on the mattress, feeling that it was still warm from where Lou was sleeping, and the thought made you blush. There was a glass of water on the nightstand that Lou encouraged you to drink.

“Crying makes you dehydrated,” she said as she went through her drawers. “Drink something, it’ll help.”

You downed the glass in nearly one gulp, and your throat felt less like sandpaper after finishing it. 

“Here,” Lou whispered softly. She was holding out another oversized shirt to you, “It’ll be easier to sleep with something clean.”

You nodded and lifted your arms as Lou reached for the hem of your shirt, tugging it off of your body. In the semi-darkness, the only light being Lou’s lamp on her nightstand, you should have felt exposed, but Lou did nothing that made you feel uncomfortable. 

She tugged her shirt over your head and helped your arms through, the soft fabric falling against your skin with a welcomed sigh.

Then she kneeled down and tugged your pants off for you too, palms rubbing at your calves and heels in assurance. 

She pushed back the comforter and climbed in on the other side of the bad, tucking her long legs under the sheets and holding out her hand for you to take.

You snuggled in beside her, warm from where she’d been sleeping, her scent enveloping you and blurring your mind like a drug. 

“Feeling better?”

You nodded, admiring her in the soft light. You looked so cozy, swaddled by her comforter and pillows that Lou couldn’t bear to ask you to turn out the light. So instead, she reached over you with long arms, turning out the light herself.

As she did, your body rolled towards her as she came closer to you, and she blinked in surprise just as darkness surrounded you. 

Once Lou got comfortable, you were pressed up against her side, face buried in the crook of her neck, and your breathing was coming out slowly, evenly.

Lou smiled as she realized you’d fallen asleep, peacefully, it seemed. She draped an arm over your middle and pressed a kiss on your head, holding you tightly and mentally fighting off all the nightmares threatening to come into her room tonight. 

-

A/N: this was very cathartic for me to write, I hope it may do the same for you reading it <3

[watchyourbluesturngolden]

Can you please do one where y/n tells Harry that she’s bi, harry’s supportive but then she tells him that he’s the only one who knows bc she scared her parents would find out and do something bc they are very homophobic?? Plssss plss

I tried to make this as accurate as I could, but I am not a member of the LGBT+ community, so I’m really sorry if this isn’t an accurate portrayal!

bisexual

warnings: anxiety, coming out, mentions of homophobia

word count: 1.3k

You had to tell him. You knew you had to tell him. You just didn't know what to say. How do you even start a conversation like that? "Hey Harry, by the way, I like men- and women?" Maybe not like that. Or, actually, maybe just like that. Maybe it would be better to just say it fast? No beating around the bush. Just go for it. You knew he would be supportive. You knew he wouldn't look at you any differently. Still, you couldn't manage to shove your nerves down.

And it wasn't just Harry. There was also the matter of your family. Your very conservative family who definitely wouldn't accept this part of you. You could already hear their responses if you were ever to tell them. "Oh, Y/N, you're not bisexual. It's wrong, and we raised you better than this. What will our friends think? What will the church think?" You really didn't need to deal with that, not when you were having a hard enough time understand it on your own. You didn't need the added confusion and judgement and intolerance you knew your family would give you. Nonetheless, you didn't know how much longer you could keep this hidden from everyone. It felt like you were lying to the people you loved. You didn't care as much about your family not knowing; you knew they wouldn't be accepting anyways. But you hated that you were keeping this from Harry. So finally, you decided to get it over with. You felt the anxiety twisting in your stomach every time you saw him, wondering if now was the time. You knew it would only get worse the longer you kept it in, so you needed to get it off your chest, and soon. You were pulled out of your spiraling thoughts when the front door slammed open. You were on the couch, wrapped in a blanket, deep in thought and staring at the paused episode of Grey's Anatomy as you chewed on your bottom lip. You had stopped the episode almost an hour ago, because you couldn't focus on anything. You had decided that today was the day to tell Harry. It was the perfect time, you thought. Things had been really good between you lately. Harry wasn't too stressed at work, and neither were you. Anyways, what's that saying? There's no time like the present. "Hi baby!" Harry chirped, sauntering into the living room. He leaned over the back of the couch, putting his arms around your shoulders as he kissed your cheek. "Hi," you squirmed away from him, giggling as his hair tickled the side of your face when he moved closer to you. Harry took it upon himself to flip over the back of the couch, landing next to you (and partly on top of you) with a clumsy movement. It took a few moments of shuffling and laughing as he tried not to hit you with his lanky arms or legs, but he finally settled himself with his head in your lap. "How was your day?" He looked up at you with a lazy grin. "Good," you smiled down at him, threading your fingers through his messy hair. "How was yours?" "Also good," he closed his eyes at the soothing feeling of your fingers. "I got a lot done. Might have some new songs for you to hear soon." "Really?" You asked excitedly. You were one of the first people who got to hear the finished products, and it was such a special feeling for both of you. "Mhm," he nodded. "I think you're really going to like one of them." "I think I'm really going to like all of them," you corrected. "Right," he laughed. "That's what I meant." The two of you lapsed into a comfortable silence, your fingers still stroking through his hair as he breathed softly. After a few minutes, he opened his eyes to look up at you again. "You can start your show again if you want." Harry acted like he didn't care about the show, but you both knew he was into it. He got really involved and you definitely saw him crying during a few of the main character deaths. "Oh- that's ok, I wasn't really watching anyways." "No?" You shook your head, looking away from him when he sat up. He turned to face you, resituating so your legs were on his lap. "Why not?" "Just thinking," you said, looking down at your fingers. He followed your gaze, sighing softly when he saw you were picking at your cuticles, a telltale sign of anxiety for you. "About?" he questioned gently, using his hands to pull yours apart. He did this whenever he saw you picking at your skin, and it make your heart squeeze every time.  "I kind of... I have to tell you something," you said, inhaling a shaky breath. "What's up?" He ducked his head down to meet your gaze. His features filled with concern when he saw how your eyes were filling up with

tears. "What is it? Did something happen?" You shook your head, wiping your sleeve over your eyes quickly. "No- well, not really." "Not really? Are you ok?" "I'm- it's not... bad," you tried to reassure him, but the terrified look on your face was probably not very convincing. You took another deep breath, trying to slow your heart which at this point was pounding out of your chest. You felt sick with nerves when you finally looked up at Harry. "You- you have to promise me something." "Of course, baby, anything," he said, clasping your hands in his. "Promise me you won't... you won't think less of me, o-or love me less." "Of course I won't love you less," he leaned closer, and the look on his face was heartbreaking. He looked almost as upset as you. "Please, just tell me what's wrong?" "It's just- I've been thinking, for a long time now," you began, looking down at your intertwined hands when his gaze got too intense. "And I think- I think I'm bisexual," you whispered. You could almost feel the tension melting away from his body. "That's what you were so scared to tell me?" He asked gently. You nodded, still avoiding his eyes. "Baby," he ducked his head to look at you. You lifted your own, finally meeting his gaze. "Why did you think I would love you less because of that?" You shrugged, attempting to swallow the lump in your throat as more tears filled your eyes and your vision blurred. "Come here," he said soothingly, pulling you into his arms. You didn't even try to hold your tears back anymore, instead just letting them flow out onto his shirt as you wrapped your arms around his neck. He held you close, rocking back and forth gently as you cried. His heartbeat was the most comforting thing you had heard in a long time. Once you finally calmed down a bit, he pressed a kiss to the top of your head. "Thank you for trusting me enough to tell me this," he spoke softly, not loosening his grip on you. "I'm sorry you were so scared to tell me. Did you think I would be upset or something?" "No," your voice shook slightly with the remnants of your crying. "Not really. But my parents will be, and everyone else in my family. They'll tell me I'm wrong, and that they're disappointed in me, and... they won't love me anymore," your voice trailed off as you thought through all the possibilities. "I'm sorry," he sighed. "That's awful." You nodded. "Which is why you can't tell anyone," you looked up. "You're the only one who knows, because they genuinely might disown me," you said, fear evident in your voice. "Of course I won't say anything," he soothed, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. "It's not for me to tell." You nodded again, smiling slightly when he thumbed away a stray tear on your cheek. "Thank you for being so supportive." "Of course, lovie," he smiled. "You can always talk to me, okay? You can always tell me anything, because I will always love you."

[svnarintaro]

can i have bakugou x f!reader plssss. her and uraraka are fangirling over their crushes (she likes deku lol) and the boys are watching from a far n deku does something abt it immediately but it takes bakugou a while for him to ask her out? thanksss

authors note: THAT IS BRILLIANT, also i’m sorry i didn’t get to this as fast as i could. my hospital fiasco was kind of not that nicest plus i just wrote this on the way so i’m sorry if it is a train wreck to read anon. 

synopsis: during your little ‘debate’ with your bestie uraraka you exposed your feelings in front of your own crush. your crush was kind of shocked and pretended that it never happened in the first place, but the moment you confront him his side of the story flushes out.

word count: 1.3k

bakugou katsuki x !fem! reader

around the corner 

uraraka and you had a knack for having crushes that were very obvious. to be frank with you, even the entire bakusquad caught onto your infatuation with their leader. you were the only girl bakugou could tolerate and you could always see him lowering his volume around you and being far more gentle with his tone and words. "i'm telling you bakugou likes you.. he acts differently towards you than anyone in the class." uraraka reasoned with you, "you're one to talk chaco you can't see how flustered deku gets around you."

both your faces were beet red, embarrassment was drawn across your faces. "y/n.. i hate to ask but like, why do you even like bakugou?" your mind went blank when your best friend asked you that question. but after some consideration you finally derived some of the reasons that made you like the explosive boy in the first place.

"well.. there's actually a lot of reasons. i love how he has an antagonistic quirk but he still chose to be a hero." you looked down and smiled at the ground feeling the warm and fuzzy feeling inside of your stomach. "oh also how he really thinks about his words so people who really know him or listen to him knows what he means."

your eyes practically had stars scattered in them. but around the corner was the man himself. bakugou was trying to get a pen he forgot downstairs from studying with kirishima and sero he meant to intervene a while ago but he didn't want you and your friend to think he was some freak who listened in on your conversations.

'so y/n thinks hat highly of me?' the ash blonde boy snorted a little. "kacchan?" a voice pierced through bakugous thoughts. midoriya was right behind him the entire time listening to uraraka. "what the he-" bakugou was about to curse out the green haired boy but midoriya was quick to press a hand on his mouth. "shhh they'll know we're here if they hear us."

"mind telling us what the two of you are doing here?" the two girls were in front of the culprits. "hehe hey uraraka.. y/n san." midoriya timidly said as uraraka sighed, "deku kun how much did you hear.." you asked the green haired boy. "you know what? let's go deku.. i just want to know what you heard." uraraka dragged poor midoriya leaving you and bakugou alone.

"so.. did you hear anything that i said earlier?" you asked bakugou, 'shoot she can't know i heard her-' and with that he muttered a, "no." and he walked away. in reality bakugou was panicking on the inside, he didn't want to scare you off, if he scared you off it would be the end for him. 'i have to ease into this or she will run away.'

on the other hand deku finally had the guts to tell uraraka how he felt and they were in a cute relationship. and all you could think about was how bakugou treated you throughout the week. while deku took action, bakugou was acting strange. every time you entered in a room he would start yelling really confusing things like: "piss off i have a confession to figure out" or "screw this. feelings can suck my left nut sack" they were all related to things about love but all you were thinking of was the fact that someone could've beaten you to ask bakugou out.

this particular time he walked out almost immediately when you joined in on a game of monopoly in the common room to just watch. one of katsuki a best friends noticed how upset you were. so to ease your thoughts he proceeded to say,  "don't worry about bakubro he is just.. distracted?" kirishima wearily gave an excuse, you raised a brow and over thought the most recent words he screamed out. 'did someone already confess?' your mind was all over the place and that's when you accidentally let one of your thoughts slip out, "what if bakugou already has a girlfriend.."

after a solid second of silence that's when mina bursted our laughing, the rest of the boys were trying to not laugh. that was when aoyama piped in, "yeah he is preparing to ask his crush out." you could feel your heart drop as the blond boy in front of you emitted sparkles. 'i guess i'm too late..' you let out a smile and murmured that you were going to bed early.

you felt dejected and you just wanted to cry. you really thought that you could end up like deku and uraraka but instead you just had to watch from the sidelines as your crush had a happy ending with someone else. 'as long as his happy that's all that matters.' you thought as you slowly walked back to your dorm. "y/n why the he** are you walking so slow?"

your eyes widened to see the one person that you hoped not to see. "if you're that fu*king tired then i might as well carry you myself." bakugou took a step towards you but you only took one step back. "i'm fine.. just i'm just.. ready to fall asleep you know." you let out a fake laugh and  turned away to try and stop yourself from crying. 'what are you doing y/n it's not like you to jump to conclusions so quickly' your thoughts were all over the place.

as your thoughts were spiraling out of control you felt a pair of arms scoop you up. you squirmed a reflex only to see bakugou carrying you in bridal style. "what? you said you're tired so i'm doing you a favour." his eyes were a little softer but you refused to give in. "you shouldn't do this for me.. what if the person you're gonna confess to sees." you whispered as all the energy in your body flushed out just even thinking about you ruining his relationship to be.

you felt him stop as he let you down gently. "huh? what do you mean?" you felt his glare burn through you. 'shoot i said to much.' the voice in your head let out. you had nothing to lose so you started to explain, "well i figured that since kiri said that you were distracted," you took in a breath to sooth your nerves and continued. "plus the boys mentioned that you had someone in mind that you wanted to confess to, i would assume that they wouldn't feel all too well if they saw me in your arms?"

that's when bakugou had an irk mark on his forehead. "why the fu*k would you be mad at yourself dumba**" just as you were about to protest that you weren't the insult he gave you, that was when you put two and two together. "wait- i'm the one that.." you couldn't even finish that sentence, so bakugou finished it for you. "i am going to confess to? yeah. but now that you found out i have no choice but to do it now."

as bakugou talked he shoved his hands in his pockets and blushed, "i'm going to take you out to see a movie tomorrow. you got that? and if any damn extra cones with us i'll blast them off the face of the planet." he had a classic scowl on his face, but for a few seconds he softened his expression, "but only if you want to.. i don't want to force you or anything. i'm not an a**hole."

you reached out for his dry and calloused hand and squeezed it, "i would love to go with you bakugou.." as a smile crept up your face and the two of you walked to your dorm together.