#I am probably supposed to think this is Hot

[ieunstq]

𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐆𝐎 𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈 (PART TWO)

❝𝐵𝐸𝐴𝐶𝐻 𝐺𝐸𝑇-𝐴𝑊𝐴𝑌❞

admirer!bakugo x clueless!reader

confession time @ ze shore

ᴡᴀꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴘʀᴏᴏꜰʀᴇᴀᴅ

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my quirk summoned a form of blood and it got rid of his palm on my mouth. "sorry, i'm just excited 'cause this is your first crush. everybody knows that a guy like you's probably busy with school and hero stuff. buttt please tell me who she is. please, please, please, please with a cherry bomb on top."

bakugo turned to look at the dark sea. i thought he was considering it but it was the opposite, "no," he languidly refused. "why? is it somebody i know, kacchan?"

"no," the blonde repeated, leaning back to his arms on the sand. blue strands of his veins stretched all around his amusing and somewhat muscular arms, he wore a black t-shirt with his go-to sweatpants, and his hair was messed up, probably because of his constant shifting in bed, that's how he was in a chair whenever we watched a movie at a classmate's dorm.

overall, katsuki's HOT, i won't deny that, neither do the girls. damn bastard's blessed in all ways, now i get why he's so cocky.

his reply had my mind questioning and i had to speak up, "no like i don't know this girl or no, you don't wanna tell me?" i swore katsuki's grimson eyes glowed when he shifted to look at me just to say, "no."

"oh my gos- tell me, pleaseeeeeee. i am dying to know, i might not live if you won't tell me," i stated dramatically, shaking him. he broke a smile, "i'll stop by your funeral, don't worry."

"give me a hint, just a hint and i won't freak out," i promised, knowing damn well i'd shatter it, and stop shaking him. "fine, she's from our clas-"

you shrieked again, "HAH, I KNEW IT!"

"I THOUGHT YOU SAID YOU WOULDN'T FREAK OUT, WEIRDO!"

"THAT WAS BEFORE I KNEW SHE WAS FROM OUR CLASS, DUMB ASS!"

bakugo rolled his eyes, muttering something inaudible. before i would ask for another hint, he gave one more, "her quirk's powerful but she doesn't know how to control it well."

powerful yet undereducated about her quirk, who could that be? to me, every girl in our class is strong. maybe it's because i don't know my quirk well or that i'm easily impressed, but they all seem strong with their quirks. (yes, y/n called herself out and she didn't notice)

"who's that..?"

"IT'S A GODDAMN HINT, YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO PUT THE PIECES TOGETHER. ARE YOU STUPI-"

"I'M SORRY THAT YOU GIVE OUT HORRIBLE HINTS, HOW AM I GONNA KNOW!?"

"IT'S A- y'know what, i'm done. it's late. i'm sorry," he apologized. bakugo apologized for a light argument. a lot of firsts today, wow. i'm super proud of him, i taught him well.

he got up and walked back. i was left alone, sitting in the white sands. i should stay here for a while, it's peaceful. then i did, an hour passed by and my phone buzzed. i hope it's katsuki.

"Y/N, THIS IS SO YOUR TYPE!!" mina sent a tiktok video of a guy's thrist trap, he is but i'm interested in somebody— the only problem is that i don't know who.

wait, what. why did i say katsuki? why did i hope that it was him who messaged me? i think it's him that i'm interested in, but i shouldn't be because he likes somebody.

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the next morning i woke up to was horrible, the girls went out to the breakfast area since there was only thirty minutes left on free unlimited waffles and cakes, my phone shut down, and i couldn't find a charger. i rushed out in my pink silk pajamas, panting as i arrived. looking around, the class sat on a long table, one seat wasn't filled and no katsuki.

"hi Y/N!" ochaco greeted, izuku sat next to her and gave a wave. i waved back of course, i'm a sweet person after all. "sit on bakugo's chair. the guy walked out after picking out some waffles and told us to not touch it, but you can have it," denki explained. i wondered why he didn't eat. eh, i'm starving.

『 °*• ❀ •*°』

throughout the whole day, i haven't seen katsuki. eijiro claimed that he's just in their cabin, sleeping all day. i understood, he needed his sleep after staying up to three AM.

"anybody got a chargerr?" i whined, laying on my bed. how is it so lame, i survived years without a phone but now i can't go a day without it.

kyoka held up her charger in the air as she was busy typing on her phone. my quirk summoned a form of blood and captured it. i love my quirk so much, it does things whenever i don't wanna do things.

relief washed over me as my phone opened. at one percent and charging, i signed in the wifi password and got in. multiple notifications came at once, but two caught my attention.

message 12 hours ago

𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈

normally i dont apologize after arguing w u, but sorry

message 11 hours ago

𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐆𝐎 𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈

you're the one i like

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✎ : hehe hope ure happy. im sorry for the grammar😭😭 its late and a school night so i wanna do it before i forget the ideaa. anyways, ts kinda rushed but i know part 3😼😼

ieunstq

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[le-chevalier-au-lion]

hello i am here with another prompt. luca + any of the academy boys and 41 but he's the one having it

franco & luca: 41 (panic attacks)

Franco finds Luca tucked between the bikes, where the air feels hot and thick with exhaust smoke, far away from view.

He’d gone past him twice already, and it is noise of chattering teeth that gets his attention.

Luca is tucked against the wall, behind the neat row of beat up MX machinery, right shoulder hunched strangely. Shaking all over but sort of holding himself, hands bunched around his bent legs, arms pressed down tight against his sides. He looks up sharply at his sneakers scratching against the floor.

His eyes seem huge and watery. Franco doesn’t know if he’s ever seen Luca cry before.

On an impulse, he sits across Luca, his own legs drawn up, a few steps away so he doesn’t box him.

“Do you want me to call your mom?”

Franco would’ve liked it, if someone called his mom.

But Luca shakes his head, a bit like a shocked dog. “Vale has probably already talked to Stefania,” he says through a clenched jaw, managing to sound neutral. His teeth still chatter.

Unsaid: I think she might take his side.

He makes a show of nodding. Keeps his hands where Luca can see them, to show him he won’t, and the tip of his toe pressed against Luca’s socked foot. Years of following the inner politics of the Rossi-Marini household taught him that it’s better to not get himself involved in it—Valentino is Stefania’s favorite, Luca is Valentino’s, and they usually get back to normal frighteningly fast.

Franco has never been around to see an actual apology happen, but he supposes they must.

Hopes they do, he thinks, a little more bitterly than he’d meant to. He can get defensive over Luca, the skinny, long-haired kid who welcomed sharing Valentino’s attention with a crooked grin, who used to sit with him back when it felt like the world would end—just did it, and didn’t always talk, and watched with his hawkish attention until Franco finished his plate.

“Was it about your shoulder?”

Luca takes a shuddering breath, tries for a neutral face that doesn’t quite land when Franco can see his trembling hands tightening on his jeans. “Can we not?”

“Alright,” Franco says.

Starts humming under his breath, Ellis Regina, Rita Lee, Maria Bethânia, the way his mom does when she’s trying to fill the quiet of her house back in Rome. The minutes trickle by them, one after the other, with Luca prodding at his stiff, newly operated shoulder every so often.  It’s been bothering him, though he’s very good at pretending it doesn’t, which drives Valentino up the fucking wall.

“Can you drive me to Pesaro?” Luca asks abruptly, voice breaking. He’s scratching the back of his hand, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, drawing angry red lines there until Frano pokes him. “Uccio was supposed to take me to my PT appointment, and—”

“Sure,” Franco cuts him, smiles brightly, with an ease he doesn’t exactly feel but that Luca needs. “Do we have time to stop for a milkshake?”

Luca laughs too, finally, a small, overwrought noise. “Yeah.”

[pilferingapples]

Best "JVJ saves Javert at the barricades" photo there ever was. (Zsolt Homonnay as JVJ & Szilveszter Szabó as Javert)

It looks like he's giving Javert an emergency dental exam???

[dkettchen]

she would've told them unlike her canon! version who decided not to be an ally smh

[organised-disaster]

I have discovered Ambessa Medarda for the first time

Here's a silly video I made

[teh-nos]

one of my big cultural gaps is disney but i started typing out a beauty and the beast inspired thing anyway thinking well maybe if i dont know the story in its most popular form at least i might come up with something a wee bit different from other people doing it and then mine has a plot device a somewhat inaccurate painting as the basis on an agreement to marry and only now did i think 'fuck i've made him anne of cleves'*

*i mean in a pop culture sense. i do tend to agree that the holbein painting can't be that inaccurate and she probably actually did look like that (hot!) and i feel i should disclaimer this in the post itself not the tags because if i don't someone will object won't they

[glimblshanks]

Being aroace and trying to write romance is so demoralizing. Like what is romantic attraction? Butterflies in your stomach? Thinking someone's smile is pretty? Kissing? Is that what you people do? The Kissing?

[bittsandpieces]

Tall boy is visiting. I have underestimated my ability to be a good host when I'm by myself, given that I've been around people since yesterday morning and did a lot of manual labor this morning for my dad.... I'm so fucking tired. I wanna be alone so bad but I can't bc nobody else can take over socializing duty

[nerdcrawfish]

HEY UH.

You know how when you close your eyes you see black?? Um, TFs have glowing eyes--so would they actually see the lit up backs of their lids?

Or do the eye lights shut off when they close their optics lids like a refrigerator??

does it... does it click??

[icewindandboringhorror]

Apparently I can meet my goal of roughly 400,000 words in 6 months if I just somehow write at least 2,200 words a day ghbjh... Almost 2,500 today... huzzah...

[ent-is-indecisive]

Imagining edwin in my rock dance class and. It would be an adjustment but i think he'd probably come to enjoy it, especially the more complex moves.

[randomdeadperson]

neurodivergent culture is either going silent for a solid minute whenever someone compliments you and finally replying "...thank you?" in the most hesitant voice possible OR laughing nervously in a vain hope you won't have to say anything at all

[princescar]

Do to some :D circumstances :D the dr0 pin preorder is being :D pushed back a little while :D

I am going to fucking kill someone

[jorgecrespo]

OH forgot to tell you my doctor told me i might have arthritis and have had it possibly my whole life and all my pain is in fact not me being quirky and different

[always-a-slut-4-ghouls]

People will be all like “Neanderthals were wiped out 😔 idk how tho” and I don’t either, obviously, but I do know that some of my Homo sapiens sapiens ancestors were sucking and fucking Neanderthals who were also some of my ancestors and I feel like it’s a bit of a disservice to great great grandparents Neanderthal. There might no longer be pure Neanderthals or even mostly Neanderthal hybrids, but my (several hundred at least) great grandparents were Neanderthals and Homo sapiens who were sucking and fucking each other and I for one don’t forgor that. This one goes out to you grandma eyebrows *goes crazy on a bone or reed flute*

[hairstevington]

My unwavering attraction to Joseph Quinn is fUCKING INCONVENIENT.