#I kinda wanted my writing to be a bit simplistic and loopy to show that they were tipsy

[mintandcoldwater]

check out the snippet of a BakuMomo Friendship fic I have going on

A bit of background info: They wanted to be just a little bit stupid and irresponsible for one night, so they both got buzzed in Momo’s room.

Bakugou sunk into the beanbag-like couch cushion thing in Momo’s room, his mind completely warm and fuzzy. Like it was being smothered by a fat, gray cat with thick fur and yellow eyes. But not in an uncomfortable way.

‘What’s this made of?’ his voice was barely a whisper in the dim room. He didn’t want to break the peace. It was like, an unspoken thing now. The only noise allowed was from the speakers connected to the laptop that was playing…something. Bakugou squinted at the projected movie on the wall. He knew what this was. He was sure of it. The name just wasn’t coming to him.

Momo hummed and slouched down to lean her head on his shoulder. “It’s ,” she paused, smacked her lips. They sake made her mouth feel heavy. “Memory foam an’...” She sighed. It took too much effort to complete the sentence. And it was too much effort to ask Bakugou to pass the bottle back to her too.

Her brows furrowed as she flopped her hand across his stomach. He was being greedy. He knew they were supposed to share it. He said so himself.

Bakugou patted her hand and passed the water bottle to her.

Momo whined and gestured lazily to the half empty sake bottle beside him.

Bakugou frowned. “No. Water. ‘S important. If you don’t drink it you’ll..you’ll” he stuttered and blinked rapidly before turning fully around and gripping her shoulders. “You’ll die.”

Momo’s eyes widened. She whimpered before gripping Bakugou’s shoulders too. “I don’t wanna die.” her eyes shifted around the room, as if death itself was about to appear any moment.

Bakugou took her hands from his shoulder and solemnly placed the bottle of water in them. Momo cautiously sipped on the water. She had to be careful. It was a matter of life and death.

Halfway through she paused. “Suki.” she whispered. She tugged his sleeve. “Bak’go.”

“Hmmm?”

“Drink some.” Her eyes were wide and earnest. “You can’t die either.”

Bakugou eyes widened, her fear now mirrored in his, as if he didn’t consider the fact that he could die too.

That made her sad.

He gripped the water bottle with a firm hand.

“Imma build you temples Mo.”

Her nose wrinkled. “Temples?”

“Temples.” Bakugou gulped down the water and smacked his lips. “Fuckin’,” he stretched his arms out, not even wincing when one hit the corner of her bed, “the biggest temples. Because you’re awesome.”

Momo giggled.

Bakugou nodded seriously. “I’ll build it myself- no,” his eyes sparkled and a sharp grin crossed his face. The same grin he got when he figured out something quickly. She liked that grin.

“I’ll get thirty, no fifty, men to build it. And then after that you can have them.” Bakugou nodded, firm and sure in his plan.

Momo muffled her laughter in her palms. “What am I supposed to do with them?”

‘You can..I dunno.,’ he hiccuped. ‘You can use them to take over the world. Or make you cake. Have your own little harem.’

He waited for her to fill in, maybe give what she’d like him to dress her harem. He personally thought black and orange would be good. He’s not biased at all.

He turned when he didn’t hear anything from her. Momo’s head was down, her inky hair covering her face.

“Mo?”

Bakugou slipped from the beanbag, and rolled so he was facing her. He poked her leg. “What is it?”

Her head was still down, and no answer came.

Bakugou flipped over and did a slow military crawl to put his head in her lap. He poked her stomach.

She wrapped her arms around his head, burying her face in his hair. His face was in her stomach, and her grip was too tight so he kind of couldn’t breathe, but that was okay. Momo smelled nice and soft and warm. It made him feel fuzzy. Like the gray cat wasn’t only in his brain.

He felt her murmur something in his hair. Bakugou… Bakugou couldn’t hear from his hair.

He had to move and tell her, just in case she forgot

As soon as he pulled away though, Momo latched onto his cheeks. Her hands pressed his cheeks together until his lips were puckered like a pufferfish. Bakugou thinks he’d make a cute pufferfish. He would ask Momo but he needed to focus, because there were tears in her eyes. She was about to cry, and he didn’t know what to do, because Momos shouldn’t cry.

“Suki, I don’t want a man harem.” she whispered.

He blinked.

“I don’t,” here she trailed off, her voice wobbling. She wanted to tell him. Bakugou placed his hands over hers and nodded slowly.

“A woman harem?” He whispered. She winced slightly, resisting the urge to close her eyes.

She nodded.

Bakugou’s eyes narrowed. “I’ll make you the best woman harem ever.”

Momo’s eyes watered again, she loved him so much. She sniffled. “I don’t need a harem-”

Bakugou frowned. “Then who’s gonna make your tower? Wait, Mo, what if they aren’t your harem?” He bounced slightly in place, dislodging her hands from his face. Bakugou leaned forward. “What if they were a tower? An entire tower of women? You can stick them together and then go climbing-”

Momo let out an incredulous laugh. “There’s no way I can climb a woman tower. There’s no way we can even make a woman tower…a wotower,” she tilted her head slowly. “ A wower?”

Bakugou snorted. “A wower.”

Momo didn’t know why it was so funny. He said it so weirdly. She tried to mimic it. “A wower.”

“W-ower.” He whisper yelled.

“Wo-wer.” She threw her hands in the sky.

“Wow-er”

Soon they were on the floor, wheezing and snorting and trying to shush each other so they didn’t wake anyone up.

Momo wiped her tears.

Bakugou laid on his side, with his face on his arm. His other hand was outstretched. Momo mirrored him, and covered his outstretched hand with hers.

“You’re the first person I told.” She whispered. Bakugou gave a questioning hum.

“That I want a wower.” She giggled over the word.

Bakugou grinned, “A wower.”

“Stop,” she slapped his arm, giggles subsiding.

Bakugou’s face relaxed in a soft smile as he turned to look at her ceiling. She mirrored him again.

It was quiet for a bit until he spoke up again.

“Y’know, I could just take the fifty men for myself. Make my own harem.”

Momo’s head snapped to him. His eyes were still trained in her ceiling.

She squeezed his hand once. Turned back to look at the ceiling.

He gave a gentle squeeze in return.

“We can use them to make your man tower.”

“Mower.” Bakugou whispered.

“Stop.”