#The winner comforting a loser! It was such a funny visual to me

[jestroer]

Anyways the Docbeef game on the ZITS olympics was insane

[julienschuester]

MAYBE THIS TIME

WHO: a julien schuester self-para (ft. @austinelsons​) WHERE: principal remington’s office > auditorium > the choir room WHEN: wednesday, 1/20, day WHAT: julien and austin get called to the principal’s office after news travels that they got into a fist fight on the ski trip. in an act of uncharacteristic bravery and zero regard for the social consequences, julien quits the hockey team and sings his little heart out about it in glee club.

When Julien Schuester heard his name and Austin Nelson’s announced over the loud speaker at school on Wednesday morning, he squeezed his eyes shut in the hopes that when he opened them, he would wake up from this anxiety nightmare. He’d been in denial up until this point, obviously. Did he really think he was going to be able to walk into school on Tuesday after the ski trip with a black eye and a gashed lip and get zero questions or consequences? Yeah right. When it dawned on him that this was not a dream, but rather his unfortunate reality, he let out a sigh and opened his eyes. Everyone in his homeroom was staring at him and it wasn’t until his teacher told him he needed to get to the principal’s office that he realized he hadn’t moved. 

“Right,” he cleared his throat and got up, ignoring the ‘oohs’ from his peers as he slung his bag over his shoulder and made his way out of the classroom (but not before stealing a glance at Ivy’s now empty desk). Once he made it to Principal Remington’s office, he shrugged in the doorway. “You wanted to see m—” Julien ate his words when he saw Austin sitting across from the principal and their hockey coach standing beside him. Crap. This was not good. 

Julien had been expecting some sort of punishment. Him and Austin had gotten into a fight on a school sanctioned trip...it seemed warranted. He’d at least expected a warning or a detention or something. What he hadn’t been expecting was for Principal Remington and his coach to essentially say ‘boys will be boys’ and compliment Austin Nelson’s right hook. Every time Julien thought his life couldn’t get more embarrassing, it did. He’d gotten the crap beaten out of him by someone who was supposed to be his friend, he had no girlfriend, his glee club was falling apart in a mess of slushies and secrets, and now, his coach and the literal principal of the school were basically laughing at him to his face.

“Why did you call me here again?” Julien asked, a little curtly and out of nowhere as he sat up straight in his seat, “was it just to crack up at my black eye and tell Austin he nailed it?” Julien shot a look at his teammate and without giving him a chance to say ‘lighten up’ or ‘take a joke,’ he stood up and grabbed his backpack. “I’m done,” he blurted out, shrugging as he adjusted the straps on his shoulders, “with hockey, I mean.” Did he really mean that? He gave himself a second to think about it as his coach retorted with a, ‘Oh, come on. Toughen up, Schuester. Save it for the ice.’ Julien tightened his lips into a line as the rage he was getting used to bubbled in the pit of his stomach. 

Maybe if he hadn’t been at his wits end, he would’ve slumped back into his seat and wilted under the weight of his coach’s stern voice. Maybe if he hadn’t absolutely had it, Austin’s glare or Principal Remington’s pity would’ve made him bend and follow like he always did. Not this time though. “No,” Julien said, shaking his head as he looked around the room, “I’m out. I quit.” This earned him a collective scoff from everyone in the room, but once he’d said the words, it was like a weight had been lifted. “Yeah,” a smirk, “I quit.” With that, he turned on his heel and made his way out of the principal’s office and into the hallway crowded with students journeying to first period. 

Maybe this time, I’ll be lucky. Maybe this time he’ll stay.

Julien moved through the halls in what felt like slow motion. He squared his shoulders and stood tall as he walked, ignoring the obvious stares he was getting due to the state of his face. All Julien had ever wanted his entire life was to be liked and to be accepted. It mattered to him that people wanted to be around him—that he was good. As he approached the choir room and caught a glimpse of his friends goofing off inside, he paused. Why had he spent so much time trying to please people on the outside when the people who mattered to him the most, who accepted him fully, were all in there?

Not a loser anymore, like the last time and the time before.

Needing a moment alone, Julien rounded the corner and made his way to the auditorium. The bright spotlight came on as he made his way to the center of the stage and planted himself in front of the mic stand. So maybe Julien was a loser to some people. Maybe the Austins and Davises of the world thought he was too soft or too weak. Maybe Ivy thought that about him too. Either way, he was done bending over backwards trying to prove them wrong. He was done doing things he didn’t want to do just to try and get some social credibility and a shred of popularity. It wasn’t worth it to feel like this. 

Everybody loves a winner, so nobody loves me.

As he sang into the microphone in the empty auditorium, Julien visualized a full house. He imagined all of those eyes on him as he belted in perfect pitch. He had spent so much time thinking about what he needed to do to get people to like him that he’d forgotten what he liked about him. He’d forgotten that he was kind. He was caring. He was funny enough and pretty handsome depending on what his hair was doing that day. He was talented. He had heart. 

'Lady Peaceful', 'Lady Happy,' that's what I long to be.

Julien had taken one too many kicks and he wasn’t going to let it happen anymore. He deserved better. Even if he missed Ivy, even if he’d miss hockey, he needed to do what was right for him. He’d taught people how to treat him by allowing himself to get walked on, so now it was time for him to make everyone unlearn. 

All the odds are in my favor, something's bound to give in.

As Julien reached the final lines of the song, gone was his packed audience and his bright spotlight. It was just him, standing in the center of the choir room, singing to his friends, his brother, and Miss Holliday. Regardless of every crappy thing that had happened in the last couple of months, there was a lot to look forward to. Julien was choosing not to get defeated. Sure, maybe the New Directions were the underdogs. Maybe in terms of the leading men he was up against, he was the underdog. So be it.  

It's got to happen, happen sometime. Maybe this time I'll win.

When the song reached its end and Julien finished belting out the last note, he took a deep, grounding breath and then let out a sigh. “I quit the hockey team,” he revealed, shrugging as he stared at the comforting faces in front of him, “I don’t want to be anywhere I’m not wanted, you know? Plus, this gives me more time to focus on what really matters...you guys, this club, and kicking ass at regionals.” He knew that without hockey, he’d have virtually no protection against the avalanche of slushies and demeaning remarks from the jocks and popular kids at their school, but for the first time, he felt strong enough to handle it on his own.

“So...let’s get to it then!” a nod to Dan as he took his seat, “mash-ups?”

[abitterlifethroughcinema]

THE SITGES 2020 FilmFest ‘COVID19 IN REALISM’ REVIEW & REPORT, VOL. I by Lucas Avram Cavazos

How does one even begin to describe Europe's famed and favourite horror & fantasy film festival during a time when the very nature of a pandemic is like a theme for one of the films being screened? The dark irony was certainly not lost on me over the last two weeks, and as I traversed quieter Sitges streets this year, there was a sense of longing mixed with trepidation and goodwill that could best be summed up as everyone doing all they could do in order to muster and try to still have a-ahem- killer good time. Gone were the copious amounts of vendors and 'frikis' selling wares, gone was the lauded Zombie Walk, and gone were the annoyingly long lines and chipped shoulders as reality did its job. That job, for me any way, this year was to make a few decent contacts (score!), interview actress and Sitges Queen MC Melina Matthews (done...watch that fab interview here: https://www.facebook.com/watch/?v=824908928247997 ) and screen a helluva lot of movies (20 and counting so far...thank you Online Vampire Press Pass 2020 AND Five Eye countries' pre-releases already screening!) As it stands, the cinema industry is reeling from its worst economic and setback labor annum in its history. Undoubtedly, film distributors and companies are, at best, besotted by that gnawing, iffy feeling that things may remain stagnant. Release dates are on hold and cinemas have been mostly closed for months and perhaps more to come.

The films to be reviewed here would normally be scheduled for release between their premiere at Sitges Film Fest and the new year but with the aforementioned industry stagnancy, it's most likely that many are destined for a later release date or, even more likely yet, a release on streaming sites that have taken over the entertainment world over the past half decade. On with the movies! 

2020′s Best Film winner Possessor Uncut marked Brandon Cronenberg's (yes, his daddy is David Cronenberg, so go figure) triumphant return to Sitges FF after winning the Noves Visions award eight years ago. I personally felt a wee bit underwhelmed with the sci-fi/ horror genre mix's rich take on elite assassins and a future where probes and dials may actually control our emotional wellbeing. You see, 'possessors' are assassins who have their consciousness implanted into others and then thereby are programmed to carry out whatever hits or rub-outs are needed. The film starts with a bloody bang and it cannot be understated that the intensity of the action sequences, the studious eye of Cronenberg (like his poppa) and the visuals he lays out for us are top notch and are a testament that filmmaking runs deep in his roots. Sure to find rapid international distribution, I was none too surprised by the film's win...nepotism has its favours after all! #### A Perfect Enemy (Cosmetica del Enemigo) is an oddly intense, wannabe mind-fuck of a film and the well-played annoyance of main actress Athena Strates takes centre stage, even despite a collective audience desire to slap the ish out of her. Or was that just me? Like any post-drunken, young, cute floozy of a girl, her character Texel Textor aids in the missing of not only her own flight but that of the unsuspecting architect shmuck Jeremiasz Angust (how apropos his surname is), who picks her up on the way to the Tokyo airport, one of his own designs. What ensues is a forced conversation that ends up delving into a story that must be followed to be believed. Based upon the novel 'Cosmetique de l'ennemi' by Amelie Nothomb, this latest work by Spanish director Kike Maillo is gripping and tense if a tad fastidious. ###-1/2 Mandibules skirts the genre of fantasy/comedy so well that when the film's main co-actors Gregoire Ludig and David Marsais won Best Actor(s) at this year's Sitges Festival Palmares ceremony, I was not surprised and immediately started laughing and clapping, because they stole the bloody show. Mandibules tells the story of two losers out to finish a heist so as to come into some much needed money, but what these two eerily engaging twits embroil themselves into is an absurdist fest. Stealing a car after a busted trial and error move, they discover that a huge, nearly meter long fly is stashed and thirsty in the boot of the stolen Mercedes! They end up foiling plans, destroying property and plotting a course that eventually leads to a bit of money and a lot of hilarious hijinks drama along the way! ###-1/2 There have been so many screenings done from the comfort of my own home so when I got to screen the new instalment sequel to Train to Busan, I was stoked. Not only was that original piece one of the finest celluloid tellings of zombie horror, but it breathed a wave of fresh eyes onto South Korean cinema. This new film is called Peninsula, and that's where they should have left it. Having seemingly little to do with the emotional original, this piece of experimental non-originality follows the aftermath  four years after the intense zombie apocalypse and takes place over in Hong Kong now. A guy ( a tad funny to be sure) named Jung-Seok joins a mission to return to a quarantined peninsula to salvage $20 million dollars left in a deserted food truck. What befalls is, you guessed it, another zombie attack followed by an ambush, resulting in another bloodbath but for what? I honestly don't see why, though... There is a joining of forces with a rag-tag team of ambush zombie assassins that plays some relief for Jung, but the lack of real human condition story, the addition of guilt actions mixed with dark humour and gore should be enough to placate the hungriest of pandemic-stricken horror lovers...but it’s not. Alas, for me, this was a Sitges FF letdown though the film is racking up the bucks in open cinemas worldwide. ##-1/2

So much more to come throughout the next week, as these films all start trickling bit by bit to open cinemas and streaming sites...STAY TUNED, luvs!

[jinships-ideas]

BTS Run 44 - The Jin Harem

Bless this ep (you’ll see why)

Also, I’m posting real early this time!!!

Let’s Get It~

Check It Out~

Wide-eyed cuties mirroring

Look at how Jk is leaning slightly towards Jin...

Gravitating to his hyung~

Really? Jin? You had to slide your hand all over Jk’s arms?

I mean...I don’t blame you but...

Damn you for flaunting your ability to touch Jk whenever!

He is just being a show-off now

:(

STOP MAKING US JEALOUS 

(Low key don’t know if I want to be Jin or Jk more...)

Taejin leaning in a little close right there

Joon: *grabs Jimin* Get away from my man! How dare you stand so near him! Chim: *Clenches fist* Hands off the goods

Jin looking like a model with that pose

Jk looking like he enjoys model!Jin laying his hand on him

Su-J...why are you sad?

Yoongs: *wipes tears* Bitch, it’s your loss.

Su-J laying his hands on Jin’s glorious back

I bet he wished he placed his hand a little lower...

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Jin’s lingering hand...

He graces his fingertips along Jk’s arm...

Touchy Jin is touchy

The rise of touchy Yoongs?

It’s rare for him to be touchy...BUT I’M HAPPY HE IS HERE

His arm seems angled so his hand is placed lower...

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Sneaky Yoongs 

Touchy Jin strikes again~

Jin’s target this time: Tae!

Taejin blessing our screens with their visuals

SU-J YOU LUCKY CHAP!!!

He got to touch the Worldwide Shoulders!!!

Left a visual, right a visual

Legend has it that standing between the TaeJin Visuals cleanses your soul and purifies your skin

THAT’S WHY YOONGS IS SO DAMN FAIR AND PRETTY ALL THE TIME

HE IS ALWAYS BETWEEN THE TWO LEJINDARY VISUALS

Yoongi let his hand fall to the back as Jin thrashes about insisting there was a ‘rabbit’

(There wasn’t)

But Yoongi is a tenacious boy so his hands naturally fall back into place on Jin’s shoulder

Yoongs also lightly smacked Jin for being too enthusiastic about the game

Yoongs: Stop trying to hard. I want to see you in a cute costume

Yoongi... what are you ‘ahh’-ing about?

THERE’S NO RABBIT

Why is he acting like he sees it just because Jin insists there is?

Someone is eager to please their oldest

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

(he does belatedly say quietly ‘there’s no rabbit...’)

Yoongs and Jk reaching out for Jin...

Jk goes directly for jin’s hand

Yoongs goes for a tug on his sleeves...

Pretty sure I’ve mentioned I prefer soft tugs

But JK,the man going straight for the hand-holding 

Jinkook and Yoonjin shippers be rejoicing

In the midst of chaos, Jin will be Jin and Jin is a touchy boy

Joon is a happy boy

Hobi reaching for Jin...

FFS HOBI He Isn’t EVEN BESIDE YOU 

2Seok being extra

Ft. Jin’s other hand in a potentially naughty area of Tae

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Chim is NOT ok with 2Seok holding hands 

He goes in and separates them, taking over Hobi’s place

Chim: Only I get to touch hyung! Fck off you bright ball

Tae just outright grabbing Jin’s hand and arm

Tae knows how to take the good stuff

Seriously though, it looks like its a Jin harem in this frame...

Hobi: *trying his best to get right next to Jin* Chim: *insisting on keeping Jin away from these punks* Back tf up losers Joon: *trying to shove Chim away because* Damn It HE WAS HOLDING ME FIRST Jk: *just chilling because Jin is still beside him in this whole mess* Yoongi: *also chilling but giving warning to the guy who is being too handsy with Jin* Tae: *the guy who is getting too handsy with Jin*

That’s right. It appears tiny af but that’s Yoongi STILL HOLDING JIN’S SHOULDERS

Yoongs is one persistent alpaca

Or is he a sheep? Sheepish sheep Su-J

Jinkook’s hands almost interlock in the whole mess

In the midst of chaos, Jinkook still gives us content

notice how Jin’s Jean Jacket (the alliteration) is lifted?

Tae’s hand went under Jin’s jacket in all the excitement and lifted it up

Tae had his hand near/on Jin’s waist and lifted that jacket up

Yoongs placing his hand/hoof on Jin’s back in the whole mess

Bless the chaos 

(I mean... it makes it hard to screenshot but all the content though)

Ok you don’t see it directly but Jin definitely fell back into Yoong’s body

Yoongi probably tugged Jin a little too hard accidentally to make Jin fall back

Or was it intentional? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Also, Jin’s hand is right under Jk’s armpit and Jk has his arm on Jin’s back...

Yoonjinkook, bless you

Ft. Cutie Tae right in front + RJ representing us Jinshippers

Jean (LOLOLOL) amidst another chaos grazes his fingers against Tae’s hand

Jin’s other hand just rests on Tae’s arm/wrist area...

Touchy Jin having a field day

Chaos: Happens, Yoongs: still has hand on Jin’s shoulder

Ok Yoongs. Glad to see you know how to hold onto things that matter to you in the whole mess

Even as the group moves back Yoongs still does NOT let go...

Fine Yoongi, you win the most-persistent-on-jin’s-shoulders’ award

Tae has also yet to let go of his grip on Jin’s wrist

HNNNG I love a good wrist grab

Tae lightly nudging Jin’s arm as he fights for the chance to answer the question

Yoongs: Really? In front of my cute face?

Yoongi shoving Tae off the frame is so fcking funny

Yoongs:  Move bitch, get out the way

Throughout the entire scuffle Yoongs still firmly place his hand on Jin

Priorities ON POINT

While being shoved, Jin’s hand find their way near Joon’s waist

Jin keeps his firm hold on Su-J’s fur too~

Tae pushing Jin with a smile on his face

Happy Tae is the only Tae we need in life

Sexy Tae too

Happy Taejin~

Ft. Partial Anindae!Jin

Jin always got to nudge someone 

ALWAYS

And it usually happens to be Jk

Jk isn’t complaining, neither are we

Yoongs:  내가 웃는게 웃는게 아니야 (I’m not really laughing)

(I noticed they used this line in a previous episode but I def used it before them so don’t go around saying I copied the Run eps k?)

Egyptian Jin?

Jin leveling up his touchiness. 2 men at once 

Yoonjinkook shippers? Are y’all alive?

Yoongi looks like he is exclaiming how he succeeded in locking arms with Jin...

Bangtan: *FOND FOR JIN*

Look at all their smiles!!!

I love this fam

JINNNNNNNNNNNN

OMG YOONJIN SHIPPERS STAY WITH ME

WTF? 

?!?!?!??!!??

Badly complied Mirror Jinmin!

Cuties sticking together~

Bless our hearts

Bless our eyes

Jk never lets a chance to touch Jin slip by him

NVR

Ft. side glancing Yoongs + Nervous Tae

Jin and Jk manhandling Su-J’s head...

That’s animal cruelty you little shits!

Yoongi only laughs in embarrassment XD

Jin reaching out to Jimin~

mid-process, his fingers collided with Yoongs’~

Yoonjinmin~

*Ugly sobs*

Yoonjin is so touchy this episode

Bless Run Ep 44

Yoongi even softly tells Jin to ‘be faster’ and cheers him on?

I love soft Yoonjin

Yoongi... LET IT GO, LET IT GO

WE GET IT.

YOU LIKE JIN’S SHOULDERS.

TOUCH SOMETHING ELSE OF HIS PLEASE

Someone does NOT listen...

Su-J being touchy af

Taejin being visual mirrors~ looking charming while pondering

Aww Yoongs pouting :(

Why so sad bub?

Is it because you are not in the position to touch Jin?

It’s ok, he’s touching you!

Awww his pouty lips+ his dejected hands...

This frame looks like Jin is holding Su-J to comfort the pouty bub :’)

(he isn’t tho)

But Jin kept walking into Yoongs while going back while his eyes looked front~

Tiny Jin being an armrest for Yoongs~

Jin kept hovering behind Yoongs throughout Hobi’s turn

SWEATERPAWS!JIN

Aren’t you two sticking a little too closely?

Yoongi just kept repeating whatever Jin said

Parrot Yoongs~

2Seok denim mirrors~

They were also chatting on the side

JinJjaYeo?! (really?!)

I like how Jin’s name works in this non-pun

Bangtan: *amazed by AmaJin*

Hobi eyeing tf out of that cup 

Hobi: Need. Cup. Jin’s. Lips. Kiss. Indirect Tae: Really? In front of my Jeju water?

Chim: *successfully gets the cup Jin just drank from* Jin: *trying to reach for the second cup* Joon: No without me putting my lips all over this damn cup first mister!

(Hobi DOES get to drink from the cup Jin drank from eventually!)

I don’t care how the game goes

Jimin is the TRUE WINNER

Indirect Chu from Jin+ Jinhug

Chim WINS

Hobi smirking(?) as he has the entire world under his hands

2seok be blessing us

Yoongi quietly reaching out for Jin’s hand

Jin naturally holds Yoongs’ hand too...

*Heart clench*

Soft Yoonjin Warm Yoonjin Little balls of fur 

Ft. Hobi who still holds the world under his hands

Anindae!Jin!

Yoongi back to being touchy with Jin...

So Yoongs ONLY gets touchy af with Jin huh?

Tae: These flirty pricks Hobi: Bitch move, I want the food, not any of your couple bullshit Jk: What wrong have I done in life to have to endure through this? Joon: How dare you chew and display your pouty lips as though some random ass guy is NOT touching you? Chim: See this? It’s a red card. I’m banning you two from being cringey fcks in front of me Yoongs: Listen up you punks. If you don’t want to suffer through worse, STFU. Jin: *chews and complains about how he doesn’t even like sandwiches* 

Jin opening the bottle of water for thirsty Yoongs

Why does 2Seok look like they just got a new puppy sheep alpaca and are feeding it for the first time?

Ft. hovering uncle Jk

Hobi laughing at Jin’s ment on how Yoongs looks like rice and is eating rice

:’)

Find someone as supportive as Hobi in your life

Firstly, 2SEOK!!!

FCK why are they coming after my heart like this?

Secondly, Jin reaching for the spoon hoping to feed Yoongs once

T^T

(he doesn’t get to but you can see him scooping tons of rice wanting to force feed and tease Su-J)

And then Taejin just casually gets super up close and personal 

Srsly, when I first watched this episode I was low key disappointed at the lack of Jinship moments

Once again, this potato gets proven wrong!

Namjin: That couple that will argue about something stupid and insist they aren’t arguing and suddenly they are back to being gross domestic shits

Magical Boy acquires a new power: Teleportation

Jin: *teases Joon* Chim: *laughs a tad bit excessively* Hobi: What a bootlicker. You think you can win the favour of hyung just by laughing at wha the says? Tae: I don’t understand... Didn’t you do that just a few moments ago? Jk: I’m so done with these dumbfcks Joon: Can someone untie me already? Yoongs: Only if you promise to stop trying to flirt with hyung with your flowery language Chim: I’ll gladly lick Jin hyung’s boots Bangtan: What?

Ahhh Yoonjin back at it again

More like, Yoongi back at it again with his touchiness

Escalate it a little to liven things up Su-J

He kept touching and patting Jin the whole time

:’)

I’m complaining but I’m also not complaining

Chim nudging Jin on the arm~

Jk: Yikes, they are being nasty fuc- flirts again

Joon: Enjoy while you can little shit, let’s see you try to take a bath when all your clothes mysteriously gets put above our fridge

Hobi: This hoe ain’t loyal

Yoongs:  I'm like bitch, who is your mans?

Tae: My fists of fury are about to fly right into your punkass face

Hi everyone. Today we will learn about ulterior motives.

This right here is NamJoon. 

NamJoon encouraged Jin to take on the bet.

Reason? He has an ulterior motive.

Jin’s punishment for losing the bet is to prepare meals for the Mountain team (Tae+Joon) 

Joon eggs (*badum tss*) Jin on into accepting the bet because even if Jin wins, he won’t lose out but if Jin loses, he gets to taste a meal prepared by Jin

This here is his sly face as he tricks Jin into accepting a bet.

This concludes today’s lesson on Ulterior motives.

(Ok but I didn’t understand why Jimin was so enthusiastic about it? Like what do you gain? I wish he would think a little more for himself and made Jin cook for him tooXD)

LMAO his fake ass tone and smile contradicting how he feels happy that Chim will def win easily

Joon, your motives are so obvious XD

Namjin being that couple that likes to disagree on shit all the time

Poor Jinnie grabbing onto Tae’s pant leg as he screams

(I wanted to write ‘fist’ but that sounded waaay too naughty)

ok but like the whole team (production team too) was against Jin on this.

He stood NO CHANCE. 

THey fcking hinted Chim when he first gave the wrong answer...

FAKE NEWS. This is a conspiracy!

I’ve realised my mistake. Jin mistook Chim about giving the wrong answer but Chim was right since the beginning!

The face of a good-looking man regretting his choices

Tae&Chim&Joon: WOOHOO Hobi: Can’t believe those 3 fools played hyung Jin: I’ve been played Jk: Punches are about to be thrown at 3 players. There is only 1 true player. That’s right. It’s me. INTERNATIONAL PLAYBOY Yoongs: Save me from this

Jk consoling Jinnie~

What a sweet boy

Joon: *basking in the joy of being able to taste Jin’s cooking* Chim: Wait... I just realised I don’t actually win anything? HOLD TF UP

I take back what I said about how Chim wins no matter the game. 

Joon and Tae wins.

Twinning Jinkook being sweet bubs with the younger one patting the older one’s back

Their outfit sorta parallel? Black vs White shoes, Blue denim outerwear Black Jeans vs Black outerwear Blue denim jeans

Got cheated but still sincere and hardworking Chef!Jin cooking for Tae and Joon~

Feel his love you two!

Jin probably ate a spoonful of salt to make sure it wasn’t Sugar

Or did he do it because he was salty

Hate me all you want I’ll still continue punning ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

This is so domestic?

EVERY DOMESTIc TAEJIN FIC EVER

Jinnie going the extra mile to make it nicer for Tae and Joon

Joon expresses his gratefulness and how touched he felt

Bonus: Joon’s fakeass laugh when Jin requested it to make up for him waking up early to cook for them

This, ladies and gentlemen, is 2 happy boys blissfully eating food cooked with love and affection by their very own Jin-hyung!

That’s it for this episode!

Hope you guys enjoyed~

Until Next time~

[goldenchildkatsuki]

hey! I was wondering if you can do a tattoo parlour au for the kacchako prompts? I haven’t really seen this kind of au for this ship yet and it would be awesome if you were the one who wrote it, since I really love your writing :)

It took some time but it’s finally finished!

Summary: Uraraka and Bakugou are two tattoo artists in a well respected tatoo parlor that has been chosen to shoot the television series “Tattoo Fixers” in. A show where people can get their horrible tatoo’s fixed by two of the most respected artists in town. Both artists make a sketch to cover up the original tattoo and it’s up to the client to choose which sketch they’re going for, for the cover up. At the start of the season Bakugou comes up with a competition. The artist that has their designs chosen the most by the end of the season is allowed to tattoo something of their choice on the loser.

Writes note: I asked on Tumblr to send a cliché fanfiction trope in my ask box and I would make a decent Kacchako drabble out of it. This is for the fourth ask I received. I was so super excited when I received this, I thought of how I could make this interesting and I immediately thought of the show “Tattoo Fixers” that’s being aired on TLC. Then I thought of how Amy and Jake from Brooklyn 99 got together and it spawned this fic. (see the end for more notes)

Word count: 5.365

AO3 link: (x)

“Kirishima!Jot one more down for me!” Uraraka yelled as she kicked in the door of thebreakroom. Bakugou closely followed her and pointed his finger at his coworker.“I swear to God, pick up that marker and you’re dead punk.”

Kirishimaswiveled his chair from a desk to the whiteboard and shrugged. “It’s not myfault that she’s killing it.” He picked up a red marker and tallied a pointunder Uraraka’s name.

Uraraka letherself fall on the big leather couch in the center of the room, put her feeton the armrest and put her hands behind her head. “He’s right! If you wouldjust step up your game then…” Before Uraraka could finish her sentence Bakugouplaced himself on her stomach, squeezing all the air out of her. “Shut up! Theguy was totally eyeing you the second he came into the parlor, how was thatfair?”

Urarakatried to push him off but he refused to budge, she tried to wiggle out but heonly made himself more comfortable.

“You soundbutthurt.” Uraraka huffed.

“Oh comeon!”

Kirishimachuckled. “You do sound a bit butthurt dude.”

Bakugoushot up and walked over to him. “I will sit on you too if you don’t stopbacking her up.”

“Was thatmeant to be an actual threat?” Uraraka taunted him.

Bakugouglared at her from across the room and she mischievously smiled back at him. Hetried hard to contain his cold stare but he couldn’t help but break characterwhen she beamed like that. The corners of his mouth started to twitch andbefore she could notice he turned away and stuck his nose in the air.

“Instead offucking around shouldn’t you two be working or something?” Bakugou bellowed.

Kirishimaswiveled his chair back to the desk and took a pen he had tucked behind his ear.“Cut me some slack, I’m just working on some possible designs.” He thickened afew lines of a design and squinted at it. “Besides I’m not one of the stars ofthe show.”

“And one ofthe actual stars of the show actually doesn’t have to work for another tenminutes.” Uraraka framed her face and stuck her tongue out. She sat up andraised an eyebrow at Bakugou. “So what are you going to do? Maybe you shouldjoin Kirishima in practicing if you want to win.”

Kirishimathrew a pen from the desk at Bakugou. “Better get started buddy.”

Bakugoutucked the pen behind his ear and poked his tongue in his cheek, he walked tothe couch as he nodded, impressed by the nerve his two coworkers had to insulthim.

“Kirishima,what’s her score?” Bakugou asked.

“44.”Kirishima answered without having to take a look at the board.

Bakugourubbed his chin. “44. And what’s mine?”

“42.”

He heardUraraka trying to hold back a giggle.

“I’m notthat far behind Pink Cheeks, so don’t think you’re going to win.”

Urarakastood up and started walking to the door. “We’re reaching the end of the seasonthough.” She sang.

“Oh I know,and I’ve told you before, but I’m kind enough to tell you again; I’m going tofucking win!” He yelled at her as she left the room.

“Okottomo!”Uraraka sang from the other side of the door.

“Shut itTsukao.” He rolled his eyes at the door.

Bakugou hatedhow well Uraraka has had gotten to know him over the year they’ve workedtogether, it made her an expert in knowing exactly how to push his buttons.Normally Bakugou would have a lot more to fire back with when she was teasinghim like that. He had a whole arsenal of snarky comments that he would’vegladly used on Uraraka. But because she’s winning, it was easier for her toshut him up and have the last laugh.

Though hesounded so confident only seconds ago he couldn’t help but slightly doubt theodds of him actually beating her after the last episode. He didn’t doubt hisown skills and creativity. He had worked hard on developing his own style thatdifferentiated himself from other tattoo artists, focusing on creating his ownbrand, his own label, something that people got jealous over when they saw hisdesigns inked on other people’s skin. It had taken Bakugou 14 thrown awaysketch books, walking away from a prestige visual arts school and isolatinghimself almost reaching the point of breaking down to find a way of sketchingthat screamed his name. It was raw, it was rough but detailed, something no onecould recreate or perfect. Just how he liked it.

You had tohave specific taste and a good pair of balls to slam money on the table and askfor one of Bakugou’s designs, which more people had than expected but it stillmade it hard to win. After he and Uraraka would draw the cover up for theirtattoo, the customers took twice as long looking at his design than they did atUraraka’s. First they would state how much they admired his design but then putit aside by saying it’s ‘probably toomuch for them’.

Uraraka onthe other hand, didn’t have a specific style at all. Bakugou has stared at her notebookfor too long, trying to figure out what it was, and he almost ended up flippingover a table when he just couldn’t put a finger on it. When he looked at herand the tattoo’s she had, he thought he could maybe find some sort ofcorrelation. The tattoo’s she had were overall simple. Nothing to exactly say ‘ooh!’ and ‘ah!’ over. She had little words that had meaning to her. Smallsymbols on her fingers and wrist. And someone was working on inking aconstellation starting from her neck down to her shoulder blades on her.

What shedrew and inked on people was never ‘simple’. Other coworkers have called herthe ‘artist of the people’ almostbeing able to nail the preferred style of the customer right on the head. Hecalled her ‘too much of a people pleaser’,but honestly. It was impressive. Considering she had only drawn for fun sinceshe was old enough to hold a pencil, having no proper education or mentoringwhen it came to art.

It made hera perfect fit for the show and a worthy contender for the competition heinitially came up with.

“You knowshe only riles you up so she can call you that right?” Kirishima commented.

“I know.”

“It’s kindof cute though, those names you have for each other.” Bakugou could hear thesmile forming on Kirishima’s lips.

He scoffed.“Fuck off already!”

“I mean…”

Bakugouwalked towards the door and kicked it open. “I’ve had it with both of youtoday!”

The door promptlygot stopped and Uraraka popped up from behind the door. She pulled her whitemask down to her chin.

“That’s abummer, you have to spend the rest of the day with me!”

He noticedthe crew has touched her up. He noticed that her lashes were longer and darkerthan usual. That was the only thing that stood out to him. The rest of themake-up had most likely ended up on a wet wipe and in the trash.

Bakugou wasthankful that Uraraka didn’t let the whole television situation go to her head.Like him, she wasn’t too bothered about voice overs and sit downs, or wardrobeand make-up. They’ve even discussed fame and publicity and both of them couldn’tseem to implicate it to themselves. They were more happy for the parlor and theincrease in work load.

ForUraraka, art came first. It has always been about the art, the craft and the parlor.

One of thesurprisingly many interests they shared.

Uraraka pointedat the station where the client was sitting, anxious of all the camera’s andlights being set up around him.

“Wannawatch the winner at work?”

“I don’tmind having a mirror besides me when I work on my next client to be honest.”

She let outa breathy laugh and punched his shoulder. “Real funny, so are you watching orwhat?”

Bakugou grinnedand Uraraka let her mask snap back over her mouth. Her eyes nearly closed asshe smiled at him underneath her mask. She clapped her hands together and madeher way to the station as Bakugou followed her.

He stoodnext to one of the camera men and watched Uraraka talk to the client, trying totalk over a few things. It looked like she was trying to comfort him. Theclient kept nodding at her as she let her positive attitude reflect on him. Sheshowed him her design one more time, as a reminder of what he was here for.

It was goodthe client was captivated by the sketch and didn’t notice her hands shaking asthey tightly held on the paper. Bakugou turned away and shook his head. Thestar of the show was ten times more nervous than someone that has probablynever been around these many cameras before. Bakugou knows she wouldn’t admitit, but it’s obvious she’s terribly scared of fucking up. Knowing her shewouldn’t care that she fucked up on television, but she would care more aboutthe client. They came here in the first place to get their messed up tattoo’sfixed after all. And it’s also the people pleaser in Uraraka, always wanting tomake sure to deliver the best result possible.

Urarakadoubted her own talent and skill. What for? Bakugou had never seen her delivera client something that was even slightly off. And she knew it too. He’s toldher, in an attempt to pry those feelings out of her, but of course she jokedaround the compliment. Not even taking it seriously because it came from him, asarcastic little shit that was hardly ever genuine to anyone. Bakugou has neverfelt bad about that title, but it was frustrating that she wouldn’t believe himbecause of that. She deserved to get praise, more than she already received,because it’s clearly not enough for her to believe in herself.

Thedirector demanded silence on the set, which was Uraraka’s queue to put heranxiety aside as much as possible and start. Her shoulders that we’re nearlytouching her ears, gradually came down as she set the first lines of ink on theclients skin. Bakugou caught her eyeing at him a few times as if she looked forvalidation from him. Her gaze became more and more focused as camera’s startedto swivel around her and came in closer for close up. She took a look at herclient who had started soaking up the chair with sweat. Uraraka turned off themachine and pulled down her mask to whisper something in the guy’s ear, whichmade both of them laugh. When the laughter died down she continued her work.

Bakugoucouldn’t help but envy her. He barely took his time to check on his clients, hewouldn’t even know what to say since he was used to all those lenses and lightson him. Even when they weren’t recording and he would get an anxious client hedidn’t exactly know what to do or say. It was always Uraraka that jumped in didall the talking. She was capable of so many things that he wasn’t. It wassomething Bakugou hardly ever admitted about anyone, his ability clearly abovethe rest until she came along. The gap so clear that his pride couldn’t evendeny the thought that all round she was more capable than him. But he also knewthat she could learn plenty from him too.

That’s whatmakes them work together.

He was gladthat reaching the end of the tattoo session Uraraka seemed to have herconfidence back. The confidence she projected moments ago and made her a strongopponent. Bakugou didn’t have to get close to see that the end result wasawesome. The client was visibly excited and even a little bit in awe when hesaw the end result.

Thedirector yelled to stop rolling and immediately a couple of productionassistants flocked the chair and guided the client to another room to shootsome sit down scenes and a couple of voice overs. Poor guy barely had time toproperly thank Uraraka. Before any of the crew members could do the same thingto Uraraka, Bakugou approached her. She pulled down her mask and rubbed thesweat of her forehead, afterwards she raised her hand for a high five.

“I can’tbelieve you’re high fiving the winner, that’s like waving the white flag.”Uraraka laughed.

“Fuck offit’s not. Am I not allowed to tell a coworker they did a good job anymore?”

“Youhigh-fived me, you didn’t tell me.”

Bakugousighed. “You’re difficult you know that?”

He tried tohold back the mischievous side that she so easily knew how to get out of himand decided to make an attempt at being genuine.

“You did agood job.”

“Thankyou.”

He had afeeling this was one of the few acknowledgements that reached her. It was oneof the few times she looked into his eyes for more than a couple of seconds.Like she had much more to say but it didn’t feel right to say out loud. It wasthe first time she let him see her blush. It was the first time she didn’tlaugh the moment away. She simply smiled.

Aunexpected touch pulled Bakugou out of his thoughts and made him turn around.He met the always over-radiant facial expression of the producer. Therewouldn’t be a single time he couldn’t be caught with a toothy smile, pattingsomeone on the shoulder or yelling words of encouragement through the parlor.

“Katsuki,Ochako, my modern day Picasso’s!”

“Too muchGoda.” Bakugou tried to conceal his slight irritation in his voice.

He gave a fewsturdy pats on Bakugou’s shoulder. “Too much? Too much?! Don’t be so modestKatsuki! There’s nothing wrong with acknowledging your talent. It’s because ofyour talent I know this season is going to be a success!”

Urarakawinced as Goda continued to pulverate Bakugou’s shoulder with every word thatcame out of his mouth.

“Goda,”Uraraka interrupted the praise. “Did you want to talk to us about something?”

Immediatelythe producer stopped and pointed at Uraraka.

“Ochako, asalways, very sharp! Yes, I wanted to talk to you about the season finale. Italked it over with a few people and we thought that it would be nice and kickup the rating a notch if we would show some behind the scenes footage!”

Bakugoushot his eyes to Uraraka who stayed focused on Goda.. He didn’t exactly knowhow to feel about it. He didn’t want people to get more invested in ‘every day Bakugou’ than in ‘Bakugou the artist’. He valued that artisticimage of himself more than anything else. His whole life revolved around thatimage; his income, the people he was constantly around. He didn’t want a twominute clip outshining what he prioritized during the whole season, the art.Wouldn’t Uraraka think the same thing?

“Soundsgood to me.” Uraraka said.

Bakugouturned to her.

“Only if weget to take a look at the footage first. Don’t want a scene in there of mestuffing my lunch in my face.”

Bakugou letout a sigh of relief. Uraraka noticed, turned to him and winked at him. Sheknew what she was doing.

“If you didthar she would hesitate to sue your asses.” Bakugou said jokingly.

“Oh, Iwould definitely sue.” Uraraka complemented him.

Godastarted to panic, not realizing that the two were teasing him and hurried themto one of the offices the show has claimed during their time filming there. Itwas a dark lit room, with multiple computer screens set up, wires spread outall across the floor and a concerning amount of mugs on the desk.

In front ofone of the screens there was a girl, with her nose almost against the screen,clicking away on a mouse.

“Kimi, theMichael Kahn of television!”

“Too muchGoda.” the editor spoke with barely any emotion in her voice.

Goda wentout to hold on to both of her shoulders and pulled her a bit back from thescreen.

“Why iseveryone so humble around here?! Kimi, can you please do me a favor and show thesetwo what you had in mind for the behind the scenes clip?”

Kimi rubbedher eyes and adjusted her glasses. “Sure.”

Goda pattedher shoulders, gave her a thumbs up and walked back to the door.

“Ochako,Katsuki, meet me after you’ve been through the footage, we’ll talk over thelast episode okay? Alright? Splendid!”

Kimi loadedup the file as Goda left the room, who visibly cared less about the whole thingthan her boss. She scooted aside as the file opened. Uraraka and Bakugoucrouched in front of the screen and waited for the editor to press play.

“It’s notmuch, but enough to boost the views. Tell me what you don’t like and it goes inthe trash.” Kimi told them as she looked for a mug that wasn’t empty. Whenfinally getting hold of one she pressed play and laid back.

The footagewas raw. There wasn’t anything edited yet to make it more appealing or special.It was just them. Laughing at and with each other. Teasing each other andjoking around. Working on sketches together during their breaks, occasionallybending over the other’s to make adjustments. Uraraka running over couches andchairs as Bakugou chased her for a comment that went out of line. Sleeping onand against the chairs in the stations as they passed out from eating too muchduring lunch. Racing each other in their office chairs after hours. Watchingeach other work on clients, both interested and eyes full of admiration,wearing soft smiles as they couldn’t take their eyes of each other.  

The footagewas raw. There wasn’t anything edited yet. So that’s what they looked like.

They lookedlike two people that couldn’t get enough of each other.

They lookedlike they were in love.

When theclip ended, no one said a word. Bakugou pinned his eyes on the editing programas if there was more footage to be shown.

Kimicoughed and closed the program. “What do you think?”

Uraraka andBakugou shot up straight and started stumbling over their words, pointing atthe screen and gesturing to Kimi, hopelessly rambling about the footage.

“So, is itgood or not?”

“Y-yes! Imean, yes it’s f-fine!” Uraraka babbled. “Right?”

“I-I mean,yeah! I guess? I m-mean.” Bakugou stammered.

Kimi glaredat them at the messes they were and then turned back to one of her manyscreens. Slowly she leaned closer to the screen and continued her clicking.

“Good.”

It was anobvious hint for them to leave the editor’s office and they took it, avoidingmaking eye contact with each other as they left and searched for Goda. Knowingthat Uraraka doubtlessly saw what Bakugou saw too left him feeling curious. Hewanted to know how she felt and what she thought. She obviously felt awkwardyes, but wouldn’t anyone? He didn’t really know what to expect from her if hewere to ask that. He hardly knew how he felt about that himself.

LuckilyGoda’s enthusiasm didn’t allow him to ponder for too long. He welcomed to withopen arms to the couch in the waiting area and offered for them to sit oppositehim. Both of them cradled against an arm rest and stared straight ahead. Godapicked up all his papers and went straight to business.

“It’s ashame but all good things have to come to an end. We’re aiming to film the nextepisode in an hour from now. There’s nothing too special about it. We mightrecord some voice overs and sit downs but overall this a regular episode andyou two should treat it as one. I suggest you two take a break, as we talk tothe clients about privacy and other non-interesting matters.”

Goda lookedat them and waited for a response, he only got a nod out of them. Not sure whatto do himself the producer stood up and left them at the couch.

“Uraraka-“

“Bakugou-“

Theychuckled at the messy start of a conversation. Uraraka scooted an inch closerand hesitantly met Bakugou’s eyes. She raised her fist.

“Let’s doour best alright?”

“Mhm.”

Uraraka gotup from the couch and made way to the bathroom. Bakugou slouched down andrubbed his face. He had an exact hour to forget about the footage and focus onbeing able to bring some good sketches to the table for the season finale. Itwouldn’t help being around her like he usually was during breaks. It lookedlike she thought the same thing as he could just about see her bolt to thebreak room after exiting the toilet.

He decidedto take the pen behind his ear and piece of paper he saw on the receptionistdesk and draw. Nothing in particular, nothing but random shapes, thick and thinlines, with no meaning. There wasn’t anything with meaning he could think of todraw, his mind continued to be occupied with the confronting footage and thethought of Uraraka being scared away by it.

It was theslowest hour he ever had to endure in his life and he had never been this gladto see Goda walking up to him with his signature smile. Immediately he balledup the piece of paper and threw it in the nearest trash can.

“Are westarting?” Bakugou asked.

Goda was abit taken aback by Bakugou’s sudden eagerness.

“Yes, we’vealready done the voice over with the first client so we’re ready when youare.”  The producer pointed back at the oneof the offices that also got claimed by the crew.

Bakugou ranback into the break room to collect his lucky drawing pencil and returned tosee Uraraka already sitting opposite the costumer, already making small talk.

He went to greetthe client and sat down next to Uraraka who didn’t shy away or create anydistance between them.

“You’regiving me an advantage here by letting me already win over the client.” Urarakajoked.

He wasn’tsurprised that Uraraka seemed to be in a much better state than he was. She wasdealing with nerves all the time and when taking her time she knew how tosuppress them. Bakugou hardly ever got nervous, he had a bad case of tunnelvision when it came to work, so this was new to him. The feelings and thoughtsthat didn’t want to go away.

But sheindirectly handed him a helping hand, by mentioning their competition. If hewould just focus on winning then his mind would become less crowded, all hiscreativity would pour out through his pencil and onto his paper.  

With thatin mind they started filming the last episode. He actually started feeling goodagain, confident even, as the first three clients went for his design. He wasable to joke around with Uraraka again in between filming, seen as they both gotvery into the competition again.

The fourth customerUraraka got in the bag, but he wasn’t worried as he could connect very wellwith the fifth customer who called himself a ‘fan of his style’. Bakugou enjoyedthe petty tone in Uraraka voice and the nervous fumbling she did with her pinkpencil. He could tell she was itching to work harder, she was scared she wasn’tgoing to win.

But it turnedout Uraraka was scared for nothing. The last two client choose her designs.

LeavingBakugou at a score 46 and Uraraka at 47.

Uraraka hadwon.

When thelast customer chose her design, she said nothing. She said nothing whenpreparing for the session, she said nothing until the customer had set a footout of the parlor.

As soon asshe heard the buzzer of the door, she jumped up on the coffee table and raisedboth of her fists in the air. She threw her head back and exclaimed: “I did it.I won!”

Othercoworkers came out from their offices and stations and applauded her.

“Kirishima,the board please.” She waved at him to come near.

Kirishima, alreadyhaving prepared for this as he had a good look on her station from the breakroomwhere he stayed during filming, came out with the white board. He handed her themarker and let her tally the last scores. He fist bumped her and shrugged atBakugou.

“Dude.”

“Not anotherword.”

The filmcrew stood confused around the celebrating tattoo artists that have beenanticipating the outcome ever since the white board was put in the breakroom.

Urarakanoticed the confusion. “And it’s also the end of the season! Good workeveryone. Give yourselves a round of applause too!” She tried to better the situation.

Slowly thecrew started clapping, Goda’s applause sounded well above the rest and hewalked over Uraraka.

“Yes, Yes!Ochako is right, give yourself some praise! Everyone has done an exceptionaljob these past few months. You’re all winners in my eyes. Bravo, bravo!”

Uraraka andKirishima tried to hold in their laughter as Goda paraded towards his crew, givingthem all a pat on the shoulder and telling them to start cleaning up. As theparlor started to get cleared they two giddy artists started to dance their wayover to Bakugou that was trying his absolute best not to roll his eyes out ofhis skull.

Urarakashimmied her shoulders towards Bakugou.

“Are youready for another tattoo Bakugou?”

“Whatever.”was the only thing he could bring himself to say in that moment.

Theyprobably expected him to yell out every curse word under the sun, they expectedhim to get embarrassed having to take back his cocky statements.

Buthonestly, she won fair and square and when he took another look at her notebook,there was no way of denying that.

Urarakafrowned at him. “Okay I’m sorry, if you don’t want to go through with it it’sfine.”

“But everyonealready voted for where the tattoo was going to go!” Kirishima moaned at her.

She elbowedhim without breaking eye contact with Bakugou. “No, they haven’t. And even if theyhad, I had my own idea in mind that I was going to go with regardless, if that’sokay with Bakugou of course.”

Who was heto take away her well-deserved win?

“Fuck it,let’s do it. We shook on it and I trust you to not fuck me up.”

Urarakatook her pencil out of her bun and pointed at him. “That’s more like it. Let’sget started then.”

They leftKirishima stammering about the votes behind and went to settle at her station. Urarakawaited until the last lights and other equipment were cleared before shuttingthemselves off with the white screens.

“We’ve beenogled at enough don’t you think? Besides, I want the others to be surprised.”She told him as she put them in place. Bakugou sat on the chair and watched her.She has never looked so calm before. There wasn’t a hint of worry in her eyes.

“Where’s itgonna go?”

“Seen asyour arms are covered already, I wanted to go for your ribs.”

Bakugou relaxedhis body more. “Interesting.”

“You shouldfeel lucky, almost everyone voted for butt cheek.”

“I thoughtyou guys didn’t vote.” Bakugou squinted his eyes at her.

Urarakaalmost dropped the packet of sterile wipes. “We didn’t! Now, if you could please…”She nodded at his shirt. Bakugou kept squinting at her as he removed his shirt.He stretched, laid down and made himself comfortable.

Uraraka swallowedand put on her mask. She sat down on her chair and prepared the tattoo. Everytime Bakugou wanted tried to peek she would turn his head to the oppositedirection. He tried to feel what she was going for, but it was hard to makeout.

Even whenthe needle touched his skin he couldn’t tell. He stopped thinking about it ashe enjoyed the feeling of getting inked. It has been a long time since he had gottenone since he had been too busy with the show to think about what he couldpossibly get.

“It wasfun, wasn’t it?”

A mufflednoise tried to reach above the buzzing noise.

“Kinda,yeah.”

“It didlook like we had a lot of fun.” Uraraka continued.

Bakugouknew exactly what she was talking about.

“You thinkso?” He mumbled.

Urarakatook the needle of him and looked up, her eyes smiled at him.

“I think soyeah. I would say I have never seen myself look happier.”

“I don’tthink I’ve ever seen myself like that either.” Bakugou fixated his stare at theceiling.

Urarakawaited for a moment before continuing her work.

“Was itweird for you, I mean, all of that?”

He couldn’tstop himself from asking, he hoped he had judged the feel of the moment rightand he didn’t make her uncomfortable.

“At firstit was,” she casually answered. “I had no idea that’s how I was acting thewhole time, I could barely recognize myself. But like I said, it’s because I’venever seen that side of myself before. Now, when I think back to it, I don’t feelweird, it was nice seeing myself like that. It has actually put things into placefor me.”

She startedto talk slower and slower, careful to choose her words.

“I know howyou feel.” Bakugou answered, he turned to her and tried to replicate thegenuine look he had given her earlier, hoping it would reassure her that he in factknew exactly how she felt.

He felt thesame way after all.

He was gladshe could put his it into words. He was glad there were no jokes involved. Itwas the most genuine they’ve ever been with each other.

She looked backat him and her eyes lit up, quickly she finished up the last details of thetattoo in silence.

Bakugou noticedhow shadows started to appear behind the screens and couldn’t help but smile.

Thosefuckers had known all along hadn’t they?

Uraraka wipedthe last bits of ink away and looked satisfied at the end result. Excited sherevealed her big grin that was hidden underneath her mask and pulled off hergloves. She stood up and put her hands on her hips.

“It mightnot look like much, but I think this is one of my best ones yet.”

She pickedup a mirror laying underneath equipment. “Ready?”

Bakugoustood up and Uraraka pointed the mirror at his ribs, angled it so he could easilysee the result.

“No way.”

In her own handwritingshe had tattooed ‘Okottomo’ rightunder his peck. It was in a something he had never seen from her before. It washer style. Even if it was just her handwriting, it was hers, not something shefabricated to make sure to satisfy him.

He lookedup at her and saw Uraraka biting her lip in excitement behind the mirror.

“I shouldhave known. It’s sick though.”

“Really,you actually like it?”

Bakugoulifted her hand so she raised the mirror again.

“Surprisinglyyes. Now I really can’t escape that name, but I don’t mind.”

Uraraka dugher nails in her palms and threw her head back as she let out a little squeal.

“But it’sonly fair if you get ‘Tsukao’ inkedon you though.”

“Well, ifyou have time…?”

Bakugouwidened his eyes.

“So rightnow?”

“Yes, I guess right now.”

He smirked.“You’re on.”

Writers note: “Okottomo” = okotte (angry) + kodomo (child). Uraraka put those two words together to create a nickname for Bakugou.“Tsukao” = tsuki (moon) + kao (face). Bakugou put those two words together to create a nickname for Uraraka.