#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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[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.

[ms-spkhd]

It's not like there's anything inherently wrong with Steve. Just...weird. Odd. A wealth of other various synonyms to describe his decidedly bizarre behavior.

Well, Bizarre's a strong word.

But Eddie's point still stands! Steve's a little to the left and it makes Eddie feel endlessly awkward for noticing. The fact that he's uncomfortable about it compounds his unease over it.

"Wanna talk about it, then?" Jeff asks, riffling idly through the record crate. Of course, the one day off they spend window-shopping in Indianapolis results in Eddie getting the fucking 'let's discuss our feelings about things' talk from Jeff. He wonders how the man isn't green with sickness from therapizing all the goddamn time.

Eddie rolls his eyes. "I'd look like an idiot."

"Would the idiot keep running or confront his problems head-on?"

"This feels like a trap."

"Oh yeah," Jeff says simply.

"Like the ones with the cardboard box and the stick."

"Pre-cisely."

Eddie's shoulders slump in defeat. Better the idiot who speaks, he supposes. "He's very smiley about me being gay."

"Smiley."

"Smiley. As in he's acting like I vomit flowers and shit rainbows." Eddie shakes his head in frustration. "I'm not opposed to the support and everything...it's just that. He's like an octave higher than usual about it."

Jeff purses his lips in thought. "Like, his voice?"

"No--like...like, he's very enthusiastic about my sexuality."

Eddie leans back against the shelf behind him. Steve's a nice guy, really, but the way he goes about his support of Eddie feels like he's trying to compensate for something. A lack of empathy when he was younger, perhaps.

"He always asks if I have a boyfriend, or if I've been hooking up with any guys lately--which, hello, does he not know that queer metalhead nerd isn't a very hot item here?"

Jeff pulls a face but nods in understanding.

"And when I tell him obviously no, he says he can hook me up with his, what? Fucking father's brother's cousin's former roommate? It's like he's begging for a double date with him and his new squeeze, it's goddamn ridiculous." "New squeeze?"

"I'm hyperbolizing." Eddie blows a raspberry and shrugs. "He says it's sad that I don't have someone for how good-looking I am. You're making the face again."'

Jeff snaps out of whatever trance he's in, his drawn eyebrows shooting up to his hairline in surprise. After his gawking mouth clacks shut, he cautiously gestures at Eddie to continue.

"It's stupid," Eddie concedes, "but I really don't understand what changed, y'know? He used to be this cool, confident guy with a dorky side, but now he's just so...I don't know."

Jeff smiles lightly and knocks Eddie's shoulder with his. "I have a theory."

"Go on."

"I think Steve isn't being supportive."

"Uh-huh."

"Far from it, actually."

"Yeah. Whatever you say, chief."

"He isn't smothering you," Jeff points out. "He wants to fuck you."

Eddie blinks. Takes a moment to access and really take in what Jeff just said. "What?"

"Or at least, he wants you in an entirely non-friendly and possibly even carnal way."

"Excuse me?"

"Biblically."

"Dude," Eddie insists. "What. The. Fuck."

Jeff raises his hands placatingly. "Steve clearly likes you. A lot. He probably sees you being gay as an in for him."

"Okay, well, I don't understand. He tries to set me up with randos he knows all the time."

"He called you good-looking."

"While he was trying to set me up with said rando!"

"Guys like him have a really backward way of doing things." Eddie crosses his arms sternly. "Or he's straight," he says.

"Again," Jeff asserts. "Good. Looking. Dude, he's fucking obsessed with you! You said he's an octave higher around you now, right?"

"Because he's a well-meaning friend?"

"Eddie, remember when he crashed band practice last week?"

Oh yeah, Eddie remembers that. The man of the hour randomly parked in Gareth's driveway, leaned against his Beemer with his arms crossed, and watched Eddie play like he fucking hung the moon. Afterward, he'd sung his praises for the band and gave Eddie a yellow guitar pick attached to a sparkling silver chain. "Found the pick a couple of towns south with Robin the other day. Reminded me of you," he said softly. "Since you lost your last one."

It went unspoken where Eddie lost 'the last one'.

Eddie remembers smiling back at Steve with the force of a thousand supernovas, and thinking later in the night that it felt like a scene from a romance movie. Steve's favorite color is yellow, isn't it? It was like he wanted a piece of himself with Eddie at all times, right next to his heart.

Eddie didn't want to give himself that stupid hope. That Steve Harrington wanted in on his heart.

It doesn't feel so stupid anymore.

He looks back at Jeff and says, "Oh."

"Yeah, oh."

Part two