#also tentatively only tagging three folks because im not sure who alls done it? have fun if u do!!!

[protectist]

how do you love?

with softness, smiles and secret glances.

     you love with a tide of emotions curtained by vague hand gestures and almost hidden intricate details. you love as if it is the only thing you were born to do. you love as if you are set in a jane austen novel. your love is finding their eyes across the room and smiling a smile that speaks more than any words you utter ever could. your love is fingertips brushing against each other. your love is greeting everyone with hugs. you love greatly. you love gently.

tagging: @electrod @divinabestia​ ( for rude, or whoever! ) @sinspast​ and whoever else would like to <3 

tagged by @evocatled​ ty ty !!

[dramaqueeenamby]

Waves: Quarantine

A/N: It's been way too long since I've done something for the Wavesverse, and I apologize deeply. I have a few requests related to this series to complete, but I couldn't knock this idea.

Words: 4K

Warnings: None

Tags: @babe-im-bi @notacamelthatsmywife @missyperle @queenoftheworldisdead @tashawar @valkryienymph @letsshamelessqueen-m @hello-therree @mani-lifes @liquorlaughslove @toni9 @koko-michelle @theequeenofcurses @taylortheeshowpony

Waves

Summer placed her phone inside of the mount and made sure that it was secured before she sat back in her bed, getting comfortable with the mass of pillows supporting her back, and smiling tentatively. “Hi, guys.”

Summer!

Someone tell me this isn’t a joke???? Please???

She lives!

Sis, blink twice if you need help.

Summer rolled her eyes. “Ya’ll better stop. I know it’s been a minute since I’ve hopped on live, but it hasn’t been that damn long.”

Summer continued to read the comments where more than a few people pointed out she hadn’t gone live on Instagram in over three months. Her mouth dropped. “Ya’ll lying. It has not been almost six months, has it?” She placed her hand over her mouth when people started dropping dates in the comments. “Okay, I stand corrected. Damn, I’m sorry, guys.”

Don’t be sorry, bestie. Do better!

Damn, ya’ll are so entitled. Celebrities have lives too.

What life? We all been in quarantine.

Rich people quarantine be different from us poor folks, I guess.

“So that’s actually one of the things I wanted to talk about.” Summer cleared her throat. “And I’m going to try really hard to make sure I word what I want to say as clear and as effective as I can, but I know this is still going to end up as a salacious headline. So, it is what it is.”

Oooh, Summer about to drop some tea.

I don’t see her wedding ring, ya’ll…..

I’m scared omg.

Watch this be nothing but a role announcement.

She shrugged and took a deep breath. “Okay, so a few days ago, I did the Buss It challenge, after being harassed by Sanda. And can I just say that filming was a challenge in and of itself? Not necessarily the movements but preparing? I’ve got two kids, twins, who are like the Tasmanian devil. I was literally up at 3 something in the morning trying to record it because my wild children won’t let me be great.” She chuckled. “Kids are something else.”

Summer truly jumped through hoops and was a damn near acrobat trying to figure out when she could not only get herself done up but actually record the challenge. Being the perfectionist that she was didn’t help, but the fact that she couldn’t recall the last time she’d put on makeup and dressed up was a whole other fiasco.

Quarantine definitely brought out her bum side.

“All of that aside, I truly was satisfied and happy with the final product when I posted it. In hindsight, I should have just left it that, but I wake up every day and choose chaos, so I decided to read the comments.” She blew out a breath. “One of the most frequent comments and really, insults, I’ve received my whole career. Primarily, since I was cast as Storm, revolves around how I look. I.e., my weight. I’ve been called fat, obese, out of shape, and so many other things.”

It was 100% true. The minute Marvel announced that she’d been chosen to play Storm, the racists came all out of the woodworks. She was too short, too chubby, too dark, too black. And Summer didn’t care, not a bit.

“Even,—and I’ll tell you guys this, when I first started my SS training, that’s what I call it, SS for Storm Shape, there was a—person who worked for Marvel at the time who came to visit me while I was training.” She smiled thinking back on that day. She could still recall it so clearly. “He basically was pissed because to him, I still looked the same, fat and out of shape.” She adjusted her top and shifted in her bed. “That same day, I deadlifted and bench-pressed over 200lbs” She paused for effect. “What I need for people to stop doing is stop fucking projecting—and I’m going to cuss in this, so if you don’t like it, oh well. I work for Disney, but I’m a grown ass woman, and I’m going to say what I want.”

I am screaming. Summer said we getting alll the tea today!

So, it’s wrong to point out that someone is physically unhealthy now, cool?

The problem is that no one wants to see a fat superhero. It’s not realistic.

^^^^ Tell me you have a small dick without actually telling me you have a small dick.

“I saw Lizzo, whom I adore, post a Tik Tok where she basically said that she workouts to have the body she wants not what ya’ll want, and honestly? Same. She said that her body type is no one’s fucking business, and that’s so true. Ya’ll love to hop on this internet and pick apart people you don’t even know and criticize bodies you don’t even have to live in and move around with. And for what?” She shook her head, slamming her fist into her open palm as she spoke. She was fully invested now. “I know we in quarantine, but damn, pick another hobby cause being a bully is not it, sweetie.”

I really needed to hear this today.

Using Lizzo as a point of reference makes everything you’re saying null and void. Lizzo is clearly overweight and at risk for diabetes, heart disease, just to name a few…..

I been saying this! You can’t look at a person and say they’re unhealthy.

Bodies come in so many forms, and all are beautiful.

“Now, I bring all this up because a lot of people were commenting on my Buss It challenge and pointing out the fact that I’ve gained weight, and guess fucking what? I have, and you know what else?” She leaned over to whisper while covering her mouth with her hands for focused effect. “I don’t care.”

Summer laughed and shook her head. “As others have pointed out as well, yes, we have a gym in our house. I 1000% acknowledge the fact that having the resources that I do as a celebrity and someone who has money puts me in a different category. Hell, my husband has a whole fitness app. I recognize that. If I wanted to keep up with my workouts, emphasis on wanted, I could have. I own up to that, but I just didn’t feel like it, and that’s okay. What’s not okay is to send and leave mean messages calling me all kinds of names.”

Summer had thick skin. She always had. Growing up with her family, who always ensured to feed her self esteem and make sure she knew that she was beautiful, definitely paid off. It was just a combination of quarantine and not having a lot of opportunities to keep herself busy with work that had her feeling some type of way.

“And that’s something else I wanted to bring up.” She blew out another breath and tried to gather her emotions. This was the subject she was almost certain she’d grow teary eyed discussing. “I love my husband to death. My children are everything. Christopher’s family is like my own, but— I haven’t seen my family, like my mom, grandma, brothers, etc in almost a year.” She paused, dwelling on that. Almost an entire year since she’d been able to physically hug and interact with the people who made her who she was. “And I’ve always made it clear how much I fucking love my family. I live in Australia. I can’t do a drive by with grandma so I and my kids can at least see her on the doorstep.” She quieted again, eyes darting off as she quietly cursed. “I’m trying really hard not to cry right now.”

Please don’t cry, bestie.

This is the side of quarantine that people don’t talk about enough.

Has this woman never heard of FaceTime????

I feel her pain. I live in Europe, and my family is in the states. This quarantine has been brutal.

My grandma died from COVID, and I couldn’t even go to the funeral. Summer is bringing up a good point.

“Damn,” Summer chuckled bitterly and wiped at the tears that fell. “I’m okay, I promise. I just bring this up because quarantine has also been very hard for me in that aspect. At certain points, I’ve been down, I’ve been in my head a lot, and I just was not, for the most part, in a space where I felt like I had to keep up my fitness regimen. And that’s okay. I put my mental wellbeing ahead of making sure my body is socially acceptable. Sue me.”

I really appreciate her honesty.

Summer never goes beyond surface level in interviews, so seeing her this vulnerable is really surprising.

Are we supposed to feel bad for her? She’s rich. She can afford whatever help she needed.

These comments are not passing the vibe check.

Ya’ll are all mental health advocates, but when a black woman is opening up about her struggle, it’s discarded?

“And let me make this clear too, I have an amazing husband who is so patient and so kind. He’s one of the best people I can go to when my anxiety hits, so I don’t want this to come across as me complaining that I’ve been alone. I have him and our children. I just miss the rest of my family. That’s all.” She dried her eyes and started to read the comments, unsurprised by the mixed reaction. She expected as such and was unaffected. At least until she saw one comment.

@ChrisEvans: ❤️❤️❤️

“Evans!” Summer wasn’t expecting to see his name pop up. It’d been such a task convincing him to join IG, let alone teaching him how to operate it. “Let’s go live.”

Not my husband and wife in my head about to go live!!!!

Imagine being able to call Chris Evans your best friend

I still say they smashed idc

It’s Christopher Jamal Evans hopping on this live for me.

^^^ I’m so sick of y’all with that shit.

“Let me try to add him,” Summer spoke to herself, scrolling through the comments to find his so she could request him. “Alright, I requested him. Let’s see if he answers.”

She wondered if she should have sent him a text asking if he was available when he appeared on her screen, effectively splitting it with her on the top and him on the bottom.

“Punk.”

“Kid.”

Summer smiled and greeted, “Hi, best friend.”

He chuckled. “How you doing, Summer?”

“Clearly not as good as the people watching,” she chimed. Summer saw nothing but heart eyes and hearts in the comments. “These people really love you. You truly are a manipulative bastard. He’s an asshole, guys.”

“Don’t be jealous, Summer. It’s so unbecoming of you.”

“You can go to hell.”

“Language,” he playfully reprimanded. “Where are the kids?”

“At preschool. Things are finally starting to open back up over here. Thank God.” She clasped her hands together. “Y’all, please wear masks. Don’t be Karen’s.”

Chris laughed, grabbing his chest. “We’re getting there, Summer.”

“The lies you tell,” she countered. “Don’t A Starting Point, me. Ya’ll are far from getting there, and I’m tired of it. I wanna see my family.”

He sighed. “I know, but how are you feeling today?”

“I got rid of the kids, so that’s definitely a weight lifted,” she answered honestly, laughing when she saw judgmental comments in the chat. “Listen, if you’re a parent, you know where I’m coming from. You love your kids, but my god, sometimes you just need some space.”

“As soon as this all blows over, I told you to send em’ by me for a couple of weeks.”

“Best friend, I already purchased their tickets.” He laughed. “As soon as I get the green light, they are all yours. Feel free to keep them.”

“You guys see how she is?” He pointed to Summer, leaning and squinting to read what was being said. “I do love kids, especially the twins, they’re amazing.”

“He is really really great with them, guys,” Summer added. “One thing about Evans, he’s patient as hell and really, just a big kid. Why do you think him and Christopher get along so well? 40 going on 4.”

“I resent that.”

“Is it a lie though?”

He hesitated. “No.” They both laughed.

I’m loving the dynamic between these two so much.

Is it just me or are they flirting with each other…..

Ain’t nothing inappropriate about this conversation. Ya’ll are reaching…

Ya’ll remember that blind item that came out years ago alleging Chris (Evans) was the biological father of the twins? Hmm…..

^^^^^This kind of bullshit is the reason we’re in a global pandemic.

As always, Summer and Evans ignored any foolery that was being dropped in the comments when she caught a comment that didn’t contain some ridiculous rumor.

“Yes, it is true that Evans and Christopher weren’t allowed to do press together anymore. Ya’ll, they literally could not stay serious for more than a minute. I felt so bad for the poor interviewers.”

“Hey, we were not that bad,” Evans protested, his Boston accent more prominent.

She gasped. “You guys were terrible, Evans, and you know it. I was so mad when they put me with ya’ll those few times. I could barely hear the interviewers over your laughing and stupid commentary that literally no one asked for.”

“We did not.”

“There’s deadass video proof, Evans.”

“Fake news.”

She opened her mouth but caught herself. “I was about to say something.”

He laughed and asked, “Do you remember how we all got drunk before the Infinity War premiere?”

“No, ya’ll got drunk. I was big and pregnant, remember?”

“No,” he dismissed. “You were drinking with us.”

“Evans, how was I drinking when I was pregnant?” She challenged and reminded. “I got drunk with ya’ll for the Endgame premiere, not Infinity War.”

“That’s right,” he remembered and chuckled. “You think we’ll get in trouble for saying this?”

She shrugged with one shoulder. “You’re dead, Christopher never gets in trouble for anything, and I do what I want. I think we’re good.”

Kevin Feige watching this live right now like 🥴🥴🥴🥴

I never realized how arrogant she is……

LMAO. Not the whole cast showing up drunk to the biggest premiere of their lives.

Chris Evans is too damn fine to be approaching 40 and still single.

Their friendship is so goals omg

@ChrisHemsworth: Snitches

Summer’s jaw dropped as she caught the last comment, swiping up to click the name and make sure that she was reading correctly. “Christopher, what the hell are you doing on my live?”

Evans brows furrowed. “Hemmy is here? Shouldn’t he be working?”

“That’s what I want to know,” Summer supplied. “And how long have you been watching?”

@ChrisHemsworth: Long enough.

She smiled nervously and looked off to the side. “I feel weird now. I don’t like when he watches my lives.”

“Aren’t you guys married?”

“Aren’t you supposed to be shutting the fuck up?”

Evans lifted his hands in a defensive manner. “Touchy subject, I see.” They shared another laugh as he cleared his throat. “Why don’t you add him now? I’m supposed to be helping Scott cook.”

“My favorite Evans,” she gushed and furrowed her brows. “You, cooking? Since when?”

“Get out of here.” He waved her off and reminded. “I’m not the one who constantly causes near fires when in the kitchen.”

“So, you really just putting all my business out there like that?”

“Summer, it’s not secret to anyone that you can’t cook for shit.”

“Wow, it really be your own best friends.”

He chuckled. “Love you, kid.”

“Love you too, punk,” she blew a kiss. “I’ll text ya’ later.”

“Alright.” He smiled for the camera. “Thanks for having me everyone.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” she said jokingly. Evans and Summer said goodbye one last time before he left the live. She blew out a breath and ran her hand through her hair. “Baby, comment something so I can add you. It’s too many comments to wade through.”

Summer adjusted her phone and checked the time on the clock on the wall. It’d been a while since the kids were away at school, and she didn’t want to get so caught up that she was late picking them up.

@ChrisHemsworth: I can’t. I’m too drunk.

Summer released a mixture of a laugh and a snort reading his comment. “You are so damn petty.” She clicked his name and adjusted her outfit while waiting for him to answer. She almost cursed when it seemed like he wasn’t going to join, only for her to smile when his face appeared on her screen.

“Hi,” she greeted in a soft voice with a small smile.

“Hello, Sandcastle.”

“Did you just—I swear to god, it’s always something with you.” Summer rubbed her temples and shook her head. Christopher smiled in response. “Why aren’t you working?”

“I am.”

“You are?”

“Yes.”

“If you’re working, how are you talking to me?” She asked, sassily.

“Umm, a little thing called multitasking, ever heard of it?”

“Wow. You are an asshole.”

“That’s mean.”

“You’re mean.”

“Christopher, you are literally a child.”

“Does a child have muscles like this?” He flexed, and Summer stilled. Christopher stayed in ridiculous shape, but this was another level. He’d never been this massive, and she wasn’t too proud to admit that. Just not aloud.

She faked a yawn. “Am I supposed to be impressed?”

They really just be roasting each other all the time, and I’m here for it.

Summer must be legally blind because this man is stupid fine tf

It’s gotta be steroids. That’s not natural.

^^^^^He’s the god of thunder.

Summer rolled her eyes at the typical nature of the comments. These were the reasons she limited her time on social media and especially stayed away from reading the comments. Her attention was redirected to the top of her phone. It was a text from Christopher asking her to call him.

“But we’re—oh, I get it.” She realized he wanted to talk to her, not her and her tens of millions of followers. “Alright, guys, I’m gonna get off here so I can talk to my husband, alone.”

“She just doesn’t want to share me with you all, that’s all.”

“Don’t even start, Christopher,” she lectured while he laughed and got serious, for a minute tops.

“Hope you all are taking care and staying safe,” he spoke honestly. “And we’ll talk to you soon.”

Summer waved and smile. “Bye, guys. Remember to be kind.” Summer offered a final smile before ending the live. Closing up the app, she moved to open FaceTime and called up Christopher. He answered almost immediately. “You know I hate when you watch my Lives. Now, how much did you see?”

“Enough to know you’re coming to see me tonight.”

She laughed aloud. “Funny.”

“I’m serious, Summer.” Focusing on him, she realized that there was no humor in his voice nor his expression. Summer also noticed that he didn’t have the Thor wig on yet, which was probably why he was able to go live with her. He was waiting to get into hair and makeup. “Leave the kids with Liam. It’s not like he’s doing anything.”

“Christopher!”

“What? Is he not a professional unemployed bastard.”

Summer’s smile remained as she shook her head. “You are so mean.”

“I’ll handle the flight arrangements. You, my beautiful wife, just make sure you get on the jet so I can handle you.”

“Christopher, you’re working. People with everyday jobs don’t just up and show up to their spouses workplace because they miss them or need a break from the kids. That’s how folks get fired.”

Christopher started to move around, walking somewhere, she realized. “What are you doing?”

“Hey, Tike.”

Summer’s eyes widened slightly. “Christoper!”

“Sup, man?” Taika asked casually, as Summer laughed again. Taika Waititi was such a character.

“You mind if Summer comes up for a few days?”

“Sure, man,” he replied almost right away. “Bring the kids and chickens too.”

“I am not bringing those damn chickens,” she immediately protested.

Christopher made a sound. “Ha, so you are coming!”

“I didn’t say that.”

Taika joined Christopher so that he was in camera. “Hey, Summer, why don’t you come on join? You can have a cameo. Chickens, too.”

She rubbed her temples. Taika’s and Chris’s friendship would never not make sense to her. They were cut from the same cloth. “One, hey. Two, I was already in Ragnarok. I’m good on the cameos. Three, what is with ya’ll and those creepy looking chickens?”

“Whoa, creepy? What did the chickens ever do?”

“Exist,” Summer answered dryly. She still hadn’t forgiven Evans and Christopher for convincing her to let the kids keep those damn things. Her home was becoming more and more of a farm with each animal that joined the household.

“Tough crowd, that one, ehh?”

“Always,” Christopher agreed.

“I can hear you both,” she reminded and groaned loudly. Summer would love to spend a few days away from the kids. Chris would be working, yes, but she’d at least get some time for herself. Even better, alone adult time with her husband. That had also been a bit tricky during quarantine because of her rambunctious twins. Still, she disliked using her status as a celebrity to gain things, and this would definitely be a case of using status for pull. “I don’t know….”

Deep in her thoughts, she hadn’t realized that Chris had walked away and returned to wherever he was prior to finding Taika, most likely his trailer.

“What if you only stayed a night?” Chris tried to bargain. “The flight is only an hour and a half. That will give you more than enough time to come here, let me fix you dinner, run you a nice bath, maybe get in the good ole’ horizontal tango—”

“You know I hate when you call it that,” she reminded quietly, admitting. “That does sound nice, though.”

“Or, I can come to you—“

“Absolutely not. Christopher, you’re already doing so much back and forth as it is.” One of the good things to come out of quarantine, to Summer at least, was that it forced many people to take a much needed break. Her husband was one of those people. Christopher had been working nonstop since she met him. Project after project, film after film, many of them Marvel films, which put a whole other layer of difficulty what with the strenuous physical requirements. Even now as he shot Thor 4, he was in the best shape he’d ever been, muscles nearly tearing the cotton of his clothes. He looked amazing, but it was what they couldn’t see that she was starting to grow a little concerned over. Christopher wasn’t as young as he once was. He had to slow down, eventually.

Summer realized this would be a perfect chance to have a conversation about just that with him, which all but led her to her final decision.

“Alright,” she conceded, finger up as she made her demands. “Three days, and I stay at the house while you shoot. We may be returning to normal, but we’re still in a pandemic. I won’t go around anyone except you.”

“So I get you all to myself? Hardly consider that a stipulation.”

“And…we talk.”

“After the horizontal tango—“

“I swear to God, if you don’t stop calling it that—“

“What was that, sweetheart? I wasn’t listening.” She saw that he had paused the screen, causing Summer to remember that she hadn’t even consulted with the babysitter. “Making flight arrangements for you.”

“Shit, let me text Liam and make sure he’s available.”

“He gets reception in the box?”

“Christopher! For the last time, your brother is not living in a box.”

“Do you know that for certain?”

“Goodbye, Christopher,” she prepared to end the call before smiling softly. “I love you, Christopher, and thank you.”

He winked. “I’ll always do anything for you, Summer. Anything.” A beat. “Don’t forget to leave the clothes. You won’t need them.”

“Christopher!”

[studiobeebo]

Hello! May I request a scenario where Bakugos crush begs him to go on a big ferris with her at night? The ferris wheel gets stuck so theyre up at the top for 2 hours? I need some fluff 😭.

yet another example of my inability to write short scenarios khdksd, i hope you like it friend p.s. i went very extra on the fluff im so s o r r y

“What do you mean, ‘no’!?”

“You’re not that stupid, you know what ‘no’ means.”

“What do you mean by ‘i’m not ‘that’ stupid’?”

Katsuki just smirked and looked off to the side, knowing he’d be in trouble if you saw that mocking look on his face. Unfortunately for him, however, you definitely caught it and you were quick to smack him up the back of the head because of it. You weren’t an idiot, you did know what ‘no’ meant, but you just didn’t understand why he’d be saying no to your request.

After a lot of subtle hint dropping to literally every member in your little group of friends, you convinced Mina, Kirishima, and Kaminari to go to the amusement park with you over the weekend. Oddly enough, after finding out that the others were going, it didn’t really take all that much persuasion to get Bakugou to join you. You thought that having a whole group of ‘morons’ as he called them would deter him from coming, but it seemed that something else was able to beat out his desire to be anti social. Since you really wanted him to join, you didn’t push it and you took his confirmation as a simple lucky happening. Bakugou on the other hand was pretty happy that you decided not to pester him on his reason for agreeing to go because honestly, even he didn’t know the reason.

He’d been having some strange feelings about you recently that he really couldn’t seem to understand, but for reasons unknown, the idea of going out with you to an amusement park was appealing to him, despite the other three also tagging along. When he first started to notice that his eyes would linger on you more than usual or he’d find himself thinking about you late at night when he was left alone with his thoughts, it pissed him off because someone like you shouldn’t have been that big of a distraction. Over the course of a few weeks, however, he noticed that the more time he spent being aggravated over these new habits, the more he got distracted and off track, so he decided to always just push it to the back of his mind and go with the flow of things.

Going with the flow of things was what had led him here, with you, along with a few other idiots idly walking around the park while everyone tried to figure out what they wanted to fit into their day before the park closed. When you suggested the ferris wheel, however, he heavily declined because of one simple fact: each pod on the ferris wheel only seated two people. The idea of you sitting so close to one of the others in a little space like that, especially if you ended up with Kaminari who would, in the least, try to flirt with you, made him sick. Again, he couldn’t explain why, but just the thought of it made his imagination run wild with ridiculous scenarios that bred that oh so familiar yet easily deniable feeling of jealousy bubbling up in his chest. This jealousy, just like those pesky feelings he had been having about you, just frustrated him because he didn’t understand the reasoning behind it, but at the same time, he couldn’t control it. On the other hand, the idea of being the one to go with you freaked him out even more because with how his heart had been racing every time your hand brushed up against his own while you walked next to him, he didn’t think he could handle sitting just a foot or so away from that fucking face of yours that drove him nuts with urges he’d rather not share. Unfortunately for him, however, in a group like this one, his lone “No” stood little chance up against four “Yes’s”.

“I think the ferris wheel sounds awesome!!! We’ll be able to see all the lights and everything!” Mina cheered in response towards your idea, already beginning to lead the way towards said ride while Kirishima and Kaminari were already following suit.

“Looks like you’re gonna get left in the dust, Kacchan.” You teased, knowing he hated being called that name, though you only assumed this because his cheeks always turned a bit pink in what you guessed was anger every time you called him that.

“He’s probably just scared.~ Want us to find something that moves a bit slower for you, Kacch-”

Kaminari wasn’t even able to finish his sentence before receiving a very forceful fist to his head followed by Bakugou storming ahead of everyone else as if to prove he was definitely not scared without saying a word. He could let you get away with calling him names, but if that electric idiot or anyone else thought they could get away with the same shit, they had another thing coming.

Bakugou’s last saving grace was the idea that maybe the line would be painfully long and he could get everyone to see how stupid the whole idea was and move along, but unfortunately it was quite the opposite considering the park was getting close to it’s closing time and this wasn’t really the most popular ride. When he saw Kirishima and Kaminari pile into the first set of seats, and then Mina get in by herself in the second one, Bakugou was quick to grab the door to the pod she was in before giving you a pointed look.

“Ride with her.”

“Why don’t you ride with her.” You huffed back in response, not liking his demanding attitude, and not liking the creeping idea that maybe he just really didn’t want to sit with you. It wasn’t that you had anything against Mina or anything, you just..wanted to spend time with Bakugou alone for a little bit. Well, honestly, you wanted to spend way more than just ‘a little bit’ of alone time with him, but that was your little secret. Originally, your plan for this whole thing was to finally stop being a chicken and ask Bakugou out, after all. Unfortunately, it seemed your chicken days weren’t done with you, so you made it a group event and then ‘convinced’ yourself that this was what you wanted all along, just a night out with friends with your crush thrown in for good measure. As much as you liked him, though, you liked teasing him even more and seeing that shocked look on his face that screamed that he still wasn’t used to people saying no to him never failed to make you happy.

“Wha- Because, I fuckin’ said you shou-”

“Who said I wanted either of you to ride with me?! I want this thing to myself!!”

And with that, Mina slammed the door shut out of Bakugou’s grip and the ride moved, bringing up the next set of seats. Without a second thought you opened the door and made yourself comfortable in one of the seats before turning to give Bakugou, who looked like he still wasn’t all to sure about getting on this thing, a very deadpanned look. You couldn’t be that bad of an option to sit across from, right?

“C’mon Bakugou, I’m not a disease or something. If you seriously don’t want to go then just go hang out somewhere else or something.”

Your words that were laced with disappointment seemed to bring him back to his senses though and he followed your lead soon after, seating himself across from you, but not daring to look you in the eyes.

“I didn’t say you were a disease and I didn’t say I didn’t want to fucking go, idiot.”

“…Well actually, you di-”

“Shut up.”

You let out a small laugh before scooting over as close as you could to the window to your left and letting your eyes wander as the world below you slowly became smaller and smaller. Every once in a while you’d make a comment about how small one of the other rides looked from way up in the sky or some joke about the people looking like ants, but Bakugou was too preoccupied with keeping his thoughts and his emotions in check to muster up anything but quiet grunts in response. Fuck, was it hard to keep himself from staring now, especially when you had that childlike look of wonder that just lit up your entire face like the stars lit up the sky above you. His heart kept aching with a stupid want to have that look directed at him rather than at the world below you, but for now, he was okay with settling on just being able to be with you at a time like this.

“Bakugou you aren’t even looking! It’s not fun if you don’t look around, you know!! You’re missing out on the view!!” You whined like a child begging their mother to be as invested in their cartoons as they were. While you didn’t know where he was looking, you could tell by the few quick glances you took that he wasn’t looking at the tiny rides and tents below or the beautiful sky above. While admittedly your heart was beating a bit faster than usual just from being so close to the man of your affections, you didn’t want to risk even looking in his direction because you knew the look on your face would give away the fact that something was going on with you, so you focused your attention elsewhere. It was kind of sad, really, you’d been yearning to do all these things alone with Bakugou and now that you were alone with him, you could hardly start up a conversation.

“My view’s just fine..” He mumbled out gruffly before finally tearing his eyes away from you and directing them out the window towards whatever it was it seemed like you had been looking at, but before he could make a comment, a strong jolt rocked the entire ride and he had to grab onto one of the railings to steady himself. After that jarring moment, when he instinctively looked up to make sure you were okay, there wasn’t any movement from the ride at all.

“What the hell is this shit.”

“..Maybe they’re stopping to load more people on?”

While your words seemed confident, your eyes were still scanning the area below with concern, but fortunately, or unfortunately, a voice came over the little speaker that was connected to the ceiling of your shared pod.

“We apologize for that folks, but it looks like we’re having a few problems with getting the ride going. However, it should only be a few minutes here before we’re all set so please stay seated and remain calm and patient. Thank you.”

You could practically hear the collective series of groans that rang out from the two of you and just about everyone else on the ride. It was nice that the two of you ended up pretty close to the top, so you had a pretty decent view of just about everything, but ten minutes passed, then half an hour, and after a straight hour of awkward small talk and staring at the same scenes below as you had seen before, that view got old and pretty boring.

“Gah, this is fucking ridiculous!!” Bakugou exclaimed while tugging at his hair in frustration after losing the sixth round of rock-paper-scissors in a row. After a while, the awkwardness of being in such a tight space with you had worn off somewhat, but now that it had been at least an hour and a half, that feeling was starting to creep up on him again and it was starting to make him antsy.

“At least you didn’t get stuck with Kaminari.” You joked, leaning an elbow against the armrest and then resting your chin in the palm of your hand. “You probably would’ve cremated him by now, and then taken down the whole ride with him.”

“Yeah, yeah..” he retorted with an annoyed ‘tch’, not really needing to be reminded about his explosive temper and, without thinking, he actually spoke the first thing that came to mind that was meant to stay there with the rest of his intrusive thoughts about you. “You don’t have to tell me twice that I got lucky ending up with you.”

“….Lucky, huh?”

The sound of your intrigued response finally made him realize what the hell he had just said, his cheeks turning a darker shade of pink after every time he replayed those words over to himself and the sly smile on your face didn’t help all that much either.

“Shut the fuck up, that’s not what I fucking meant!! I just meant that you’re the least fucking annoying out of those three morons! Don’t let that shit go to your head!”

You could tell by how frazzled he appeared and his long winded string of curses and explanations that he was flustered, but you were stuck in your own head repeating what he had said much like he was doing. Despite the tone he had used saying it, that was probably one of the sweetest things he could have said to you in this moment and you were more than willing to take it rather than leave it. Bakugou’s mind, on the other hand, wasn’t as calm and content as yours was. It was as if saying that one little thing opened a floodgate in his mind and he was struggling to not spill everything that was on his mind, and it was even harder to keep himself from doing any of the things he wanted to do. Even though he was clearly embarrassed, seeing that smile linger on your face gave him a bit of hope though, hope that you didn’t just think he was being a total idiot.

“I guess I’m pretty lucky too, I didn’t really think you’d show up to be honest..” You hummed, figuring you’d spill something of your own too.

Bakugou was actually surprised by your little comment and he didn’t even know how to respond. He couldn’t exactly say ‘Well yeah, I’ve got a thing for you so I figured I should tag along’…Bakugou stopped, his eyes wide and his breath caught in his throat for a moment because suddenly, he felt like even more of an idiot than before just for thinking those words. Was that what all of this was?? Did he..like you? There was definitely no way, right? He had bigger things to worry about and he didn’t have time to mess around with things as dumb as crushes..yet here he was, heart racing, cheeks red, and mind filled with every thought or feeling he had ever had about you, confirming that there was no way he could honestly call this anything but a crush.

“I didn’t mean that in an asshole-y way, you just never seem to like the idea of going out with any of us.”

That’s right, he had gotten so caught up in his thoughts that he didn’t even remember to form a response to you. Maybe it was the altitude, or maybe his heart was just fed up with having to deal with him shoving all his feelings down, but for now, after his sudden realization, he didn’t even bother holding back his words as he took a very ‘it’s now or never’ approach to his next words.

“They aren’t the same as you.”

“..What’s that supposed to mean?”

At this point, you actually turned to face him out of curiosity towards his statement. Technically he could just be reiterating the fact that he preferred you over the others for some reason, but something in the way he said it felt different from what he had said before. Weirdly enough, judging by the conflicted look on his face, he seemed just as confused by his own words as you were.

After a moment of awkward silence, he let out a small huff before turning his attention back out the window, so you were guessing that meant he didn’t feel like talking anymore, but to your surprise, he continued.

“Doesn’t matter. I’m just saying next time we should just go out without those other idiots so they’re not in the fucking way.”

You blinked, and then you felt that familiar warmth rise to your cheeks as butterflies erupted in you stomach as if they decided to take on the role of excitement because you were too shocked to do so on your own.

“…L-Like by ourselves?”

When you saw his face turn to one of frustration and you noticed him start to fidget around anxiously, you quickly straightened up and rephrase your question.

“I’m not trying to pull your leg, that was a serious question!”

“Yes by ourselves, do I have to spell it out for you? If I knew you were gonna be this difficult about it, I wouldn’t have fuckin’ bothered…Are we going to go on a fucking date or what?”

It was almost comedic seeing him try to act so upset and grumpy while his face was very generously covered in red, but it was that final question that had really hit home with you and you couldn’t even waste time thinking about teasing him. You had to bite your cheek in an attempt to keep your smile from growing as you looked down to your feet, asking yourself repeatedly in your head if this was just a dream, or if this was actually happening.

“I’m not being difficult, I was just making sure…But sure, I guess I could spare some time for you, Katsuki.”

He opened his mouth to start throwing around more insults in response to your teasing tone, but when he did so, another jolt rocked the ferris wheel and before you knew it, you were moving again as a little ‘thank you for your patience’ message played over the intercom system.

“Ah hey look at that!! It’s about time, don’t you think!?” You exclaimed, pressing your face up against the window just to make sure that you were actually on your way back down.

Despite the long ride and the embarrassment clearly showing on his face, Bakugou couldn’t help but smirk as his eyes landed on you yet again and his heart finally began to settle, satisfied that it’s intentions had finally been released, and though he was happy to finally get out of the cramped space soon, his next words had hardly anything to do with the ride.

“..Yeah, about damn time, huh..”