Okay I'm back,,,,the jello shots tried to kill me ((make me cause a scene at my friend's birthday party)) but I put up a good fight and in the end was able to defeat them ((didn't throw up)) I will learn from this experience and come back stronger ((next time I will take more jello shots))
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We're like oh omg she hasn't aged! She looks the same! But honestly I'm so glad she's grown up. I'm so glad she's healthy and happy and taking care of herself- I'm glad she looks like an adult. I'm glad she is exactly the way she is right now
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kiss prompt: an awkward kiss given after a first date from this list
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“Alright,” Bakugou comments, lightly tapping your front door as you approach. “This is your place.”
“It is,” you confirm, a smile on your face as you remind him that it was the same apartment he’d picked you up from just a few hours ago. The reminder has him choking on air, and you lean back against your door as you watch him try to recover.
It's funny, seeing this usually overconfident man all flustered and nervous just because you were smiling up at him. He’d said a few times that he didn’t do stuff like this, dating and getting to know people, so you appreciate that he was trying for you - as uncomfortable as it seemed to be for him. He fidgets a bit with his hands, fighting to bring his eyes back to yours as you wait patiently since it seemed like he wanted to do something. After a moment of staring, you turn to put your key in the lock, knowing that if you didn’t make a move you’d end up staring at him on your porch all night.
“Well, hopefully we do this again sometime soon,” you comment, looking over your shoulder only to be surprised by the brush of his lips against your cheek as you turn.
“I didn’t mean to be so close, you had something on your-“
You cut him off with a kiss, nothing glamorous but enough to get him to pause for just a moment. His palm is sweaty as it cups your chin, and you can tell that he’s not exactly sure what to do here but you’re hoping that this helps him eliminate whatever doubts he might’ve been having about your interest in spending time with him.
“Don’t go around telling people I’m some nervous loser,” he requests as he pulls away, something that has you shaking your head as you turn the key fully to unlock your door. The guy would never change.
“Your sweaty palms will be our secret,” you tease, earning a grunt of displeasure before he tells you to "get good sleep, or whatever".
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