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earth2rin · 3 months
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LAST RESORT ᡣ𐭩
bakugo x fem!reader college au
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warnings: mild cursing, slightly suggestive, alcohol use
friends not answering your calls? ubers not available? guess it’s time for your last resort.
“fuck” you slur as your screen reads that iida had not answered your phone. you called jirou, then momo, then izuku, todoroki, sero and kiri, but no answer.
you were drunk. absolutely hammered and the clock on your phone currently reads 2:37 in the morning. there were no ubers available and you were in desperate need of a ride home back to your apartment from the college frat party you and your friends decided to go to.
you originally had a DD, but ochako ended up leaving early, something about deku getting home earlier than expected from his trip in the states. you told her to go and see her man, and how she better fill you in on all the deets or else you were never going to cover for her whenever she and deku “mysteriously” disappear from functions.
so here you sat on the couch in some random fraternity house, pouting about how you had no idea of how you were gonna get home. the music was loud and your body was buzzing, all the loud conversations going on around you didn’t help brighten your mood. you were tired, and your feet hurt from the heels you were wearing. you wanted to go home. you contemplated just crashing on the couch and waking up super early to leave, but the skirt you were wearing would ride up every 5 minutes and you were sure if you slept on the couch someone would get a show when they would wake up in the morning. you also thought about walking home but for obvious reasons you decided against it, walking 7 miles in the middle of the night in a miniskirt was an absolute no!
then an idea popped into your head. you had absolutely no faith, but it was your last chance to get home before you started walking. you chewed on your lip, anxiety making you ponder if you really should go through with it, it wasn’t like you had any other choice!
biting the inside of your cheek, you wait as you hear the familiar sound of your phone ringing, hoping the call will go through. your nerves grew as the ringing had continued in your ears.
“hello?” a gruff voice answers on the other end of the line.
“bakugo! oh my god i’m surprised you answered!” you say excitedly, smile extending from ear to ear.
“the fuck are you calling me for? it’s 3 in the god damn morning” he mumbles, you bite on your lip from being chewed out at.
“listen, i’m reeeeally sorry, but i’m really drunk and i need a ride home.” you whine and the desperation in your voice makes you cringe but you really meant it.
“so fucking call some one else, don’t bother me!” he sounds angry and your eyes begin to well with tears.
“i did! but no one wants to answer me and i’m really tired and want to go home, but my feet hurt and i can’t walk home and i’m hungry and there’s no food here, and i really want to go home.” you babble as the tears start pouring and the people around you give you stares but you’re too drunk to care right now.
“alright alright i’ll come get you! jus’ quit your crying already” you manage to get out a broken and whiny ‘okay’ before he asks you to send your location hangs up
even though you know you’ll regret it in the morning, you take 3 more shots and wander out into the front yard. the grass is cool, dewy from the 3am air and the leaves in the trees sway from the light breeze. the moon is out, and you can’t help but stare, mesmerized by its beauty. you find yourself lying in the grass, staring at the sky, hoping the nauseous feeling and pounding headache would go away soon.
your eyes begin to flutter shut, but soon you hear a voice speak up.
“what are you doing on the ground?” you flutter your eyes open and there standing at your feet was bakugo katsuki.
“oh heyyy. ‘m jus a little tired” you smile.
he stares at you and sighs
“well c’mon, get your ass up and let’s get you home.” you shake your head and pout.
“don’t wanna. ‘m so comfy. i think i'll throw up if i stand.” your brows furrow as you adjust your head, turning it to your side.
he groans, dragging and his hand down his face.
“alright, c’mon, up and attem” he lifts you up, throwing you over his shoulder (making sure to cover your ass from anyone seeing your baby pink underwear) and you groan.
“oh god, you’re making me nauseous!” your cheeks bubble up, trying to hold back your barf as you see the ground move from underneath you.
rolling his eyes, he replies “oh buck up, we’re almost at my car.”
you stare for a little, speaking up to drunkenly say, “you have a nice ass” and he pinches your arm, making you squeal and giggle.
you feel him stop, and hear the sound of a car door opening. he gently puts you in the seat and squats down.
“what are you doin?” you hum, eyes closed.
“give me your foot” he mumbles.
you make a confused face to which he replies, “just give me your damn foot!” you comply, sticking out your foot and frowning for being scolded.
he gently unclasps your heels and sets them underneath your seat, repeating the motions for your other foot. he then sets your feet in the car and leans over you, buckling your seatbelt for you.
you catch a whiff of his cologne and you internally sigh, he smelt absolutely heavenly. it didn’t help that he was wearing a wifebeater and his biceps were bulging right in front of your eyes. you wanted to bite him. he was ethereal, a sight to behold, an angel in front of you. why couldn’t he like you?
closing the door, he makes his way to the driver seat and hops in, tying himself in.
“ ‘m cold” you whine, and he turns around to his backseat and grabs a blanket, placing it in your lap.
you unfold it and wrap yourself in it, secretly taking a whiff and hiding your smile in the blanket.
“thanks” you quietly say, he nods in acknowledgment.
the ride to your apartment is comfortable. the radio playing music quietly, leaving you both to your thoughts. you had known bakugo since high school. you had been close friends with deku, and you knew his infamous bully. you tried to help deku and even defended him, but all izuku would say was that it was okay and that you didn’t need to fight for him. so you let izuku handle it, next thing you know you’re all at the same college. your class had all been relatively close, almost everyone was friends. but for some reason bakugo could just not stand you. you tried to figure out why, but you never really had interactions with him so there was nothing that tipped the scale.
you decided to not let it bother you, which was hard because you unfortunately found him ridiculously attractive. you couldn’t help but think about what it would be like to be friends, but you never acted upon your thoughts, settling in the belief that ignorance is bliss.
“you hungry?” you turn your head and blink.
“no ‘m okay, thanks.” you turn your head back to the window and he chuckles.
“alright but you’ll regret it in the morning.”
your eyes widen and you snap your head back to him.
“wait! i am hungry!” he rolls his eyes and says ‘okay’, pulling into a taco bell.
you feel giddy as he hands you your burrito, immediately unwrapping and chowing down on the warm heaven sent food.
“thanks!” you say with a smile and a full mouth, to which he slightly grimaces and says that you owe him one, which you decide to ignore.
shortly after, you arrive at your apartment and he parks, getting out to open your door.
“i don’t wanna go im barefoot! that means i’ll have to walk across the dirty concrete!” you whine and he tries his best not to show his frustration, but the vein popping out on his forehead says otherwise.
“c’mon, i came all this way AND bought you taco bell and you can’t even walk to the door?” you pout and he groans, tossing you over his shoulder again.
he grabs your heels and your purse, beginning his tread up the stairs.
“wait a minute, how do ya know where i live, hmm?”
he rolls his eyes, which he knows you can’t see and responds, “you had a party for ochako remember?”
you gasp and giggle, “oh yeah! and then they left early so they could fu-“
“and we’re here!” he cuts you off, digging through your purse for your keys.
once in your apartment, he asks where your bedroom is, finding the room he sets you down on your bed and puts your heels by your closet. he leaves the room, heading to your kitchen. you frown due to the lack of his company, but he returns with a glass of water and a bottle of tylenol.
“here, take this for your feet and headache.” you grab the two pills he’d taken out the bottle and swallow them, chugging the water shortly after. the tension is thick as you both stare at each other.
you get up, walk to your dresser and look through your drawers, he stands awkwardly behind you trying hard not to stare at your ass as you bend over to look for pajamas. you began stripping and before you can get your tube top over your head he blurts out.
“where’s your bathroom?” you turn your head and blink at him.
“i have an en suite, it’s the door to your left,” he nods and quickly rushes inside the room.
after changing into your pajamas you make yourself comfortable in your sheets, waiting for bakugo to exit your bathroom. your eyes begin to shut until you hear the click of the door opening.
he had assumed you’d fallen asleep and began to exit your room.
“why don’t you like me?” you mutter. he freezes, he feels like a deer caught in headlights.
“what are you talking about?” he plays dumb but you don’t falter.
“why don’t you like me?” you repeat, this time more confidently.
he swallows thickly and turns to look at you, you sit up and look at him.
“i never said i didn’t like you.” he says as if it’s a matter of fact.
“well you sure as hell make it seem like i’m the last person on earth you’d rather be with.” you chuckle bitterly, the alcohol coursing through your veins giving you the courage to say what you’ve always wondered.
“it’s a shame really, i thought we could be good friends, i find you quite charming, dashing even. i wouldn’t have minded if things went further then just being friends as well.” you sigh falling back into your sheets, snuggling into your comforter.
“that makes two of us.” he mumbles and he thinks you didn’t hear it, but you remove your blankets and make your way towards him.
“well maybe when you give up the act of thinking i’m insufferable you could give me a call, yeah?”
he’s at a loss for words, you’re standing awfully too close to him, he can feel the heat radiating off of your body and it sends shivers down his spine. he swallows, examining your face and he licks his lips.
“you're drunk, you don’t know what you’re saying” he tries to rationalize, more to himself than you.
“oh i’m perfectly aware of what i’m saying” you send him a small coy smile and he feels butterflies as you stare into his eyes.
“if i call you sometime will you go to bed already?” he takes a small step closer and you smile at him.
“anything you’d like.”
“i’ll call you then.”
you nod like a school girl, and head back to your bed.
“night.” you say as he slips through your door.
“night.”
the next morning you woke up with a horrendous headache, making your way to the kitchen for some water. a bottle of vitamin c gummies, a free pizza coupon and the blanket you had last night folded up were sitting on your counter top. on the bottle of vitamin c there was a sticky note attached.
for the hangover. call you tonight?
-k.b.
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seokminded · 3 months
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To date a singer ♪ ₊˚
Woozi ✗gn!reader
꒰☆꒱ Genre: sticky cutesy stuff - fluff.
꒰☆꒱ Warning: rainy weather, close proximity, cheek kiss, some technical terminology? fuels delusions.
꒰☆꒱ Wc: 438
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Soundproof glass panels muted the heavy drops that pelted against the windows. The beige leather of the couch cool on your skin as you set aside your MacBook that glowed to display work mails.
Getting up with a little stretch you decide to find your boyfriend in the little nook of his studio where you were right now.
"Jihoooon-ah! Still working?"
You called out as you found him behind bright panels of AMOLED and purple LEDs creating shadows on his focused features.
"Hmm. Just a sec babe."
Pouting just a little, you peeked over his lavishly cushioned chair for your eyes to be bombarded by the bright screen that displayed his DAW messy with layers of colored bars of various amplitudes. Your peripheral vision caught a neon sign of your name, making you smile to yourself.
After a few more clicks and approving nods, he spun his chair around and pulled you into his lap.
"Done."
He sighed and placed his chin on your shoulder as he pulled your back flush against his chest. Your cold feet slipping out of your slides as you rested your toes on his warm socked feet.
"I want you to listen to this."
He spoke against your skin.
"Oh, sure, go ahead."
With a hum, he reached forward and hit the play button.
Beautiful tunes and delicately interwoven notes filled the room as you heard his voice through the woofers. A love song. The lyrics were like something you had never heard him write before. They spoke to you. Closing your eyes you felt the music better and drummed your fingers to the beat. A mellow rhythm that felt like the crisp afternoon air of a beach swirling around you, feeling like a warm embrace.
"How is it?"
You heard him ask.
"So good! Something different, it feels more emotional than the other songs. Is it for your next comeback?"
A gentle smile on his mouth and he pecked your cheek.
"It's for you love."
Turning around to look at him,
"For me? What do you mean?"
"Well, wouldn't it be a sin to not write my beautiful lover a song...hmm?"
You were touched. Gosh, you loved this man.
"Jihoon, I...thank you so much! What's it called?"
Wrapping his hands around your waist, he snuggled into your neck and whispered.
"Y/n."
You let out a little chuckle and hugged him close. Writing you a song? No wonder the lyrics make you feel some type of way. What on earth did you do to deserve someone like him? You thought to yourself...
This is what it feels like to date a singer.
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reopic · 9 months
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I'm sorry to be cutesy❤️
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daydreaming-in-daisies · 11 months
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U*SA*HA*NA is the the absolute cutest 。・:*:・゚★,。・:*:・゚☆
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frenchkisstheabyss · 8 months
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✨ cutesy dividers because why not? ✨
I figured I'd try out making some dividers that give some fluffy, sweet vibes so, as usual, if you see something you like, take it my loves.
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sleepymagicalboy · 1 year
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⋆ ˚。⋆୨୧⋆。˚ ⋆ flan sea bunny ₍ ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ ⋆ ˚。⋆୨୧⋆。˚ ⋆
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sirensea14 · 6 months
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could you draw mugman? Cuz he so cute
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Behold, Mugman blushing at your comment
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kiwisandcoconuts · 2 months
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Axmarco or something idk :P
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dollygirldiary · 2 years
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ଘ 🎀 ੈ♡‧₊˚ nails like this >>>
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୨୧ : not my pics ! ♡
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sleepy-roo · 4 days
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.:what you see before you die:.
Redraw of that scene in S1 Ep. 6. I still get war flashbacks to when they licked that nasty ass, disgusting ass, crusty ass, disease ridden ass bird. Like…just hell nah. They contracted every disease to mankind when they did that, you know they did. As a germaphobe that shit made me die, lol.
Reupload from Insta. Originally posted Dec. 18, 2020.
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itsguccidollface · 1 year
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My Insta/TikTok: @xohoneyvee._
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gravechan · 11 months
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˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗
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noperopesaredope · 2 years
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My favorite thing about most magical girl anime isn’t just that they’re like “we’ll kick butt and look cutesy while doing it,” but the fact that most of them are like “we’ll kick butt with the power of shameless, unabashed, cutesy femininity.”
I sometimes see “girly” things be put down or seen as weak, and some girls will push away these things because they don’t want to be underestimated by society (though this isn’t always the case. Some girls just don’t like that stuff because it doesn’t suit their personal tastes). But with magical girl anime, this style of femininity isn’t a setback, it’s actually a form of empowerment. They are powerful because of their ‘girliness’, not despite it. And as a not particularly ‘girly’ person, I really like that.
Sparkles and glitter and frilly dresses and excessive amounts of pink are just as cool and powerful as robots and big swords, and I honestly love that.
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gloomygirl777 · 7 months
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home decor that brings me immense joy
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vaeriana7 · 11 months
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。☆✼★━━━━━━━━━━━━★✼☆。
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。☆✼★━━━━━━━━━━━━★✼☆。
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a.g. 🕊️
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umbralgrey · 5 months
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It's been a hot minute since I posted anything on here so let me start this all off with some MTAS fanart. I absolutely love Dr. Fang. So enjoy my builder Amber with Fang.
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