Hi Alex! I was wondering what the boys would do if they were trying to go out with someone who's super oblivious (or maybe just thinks that there's no possible way that someone actually has feelings for them) and they just weren't getting the hint?
*pushes up my nonexistent glasses* heheh *starts clacking away at keyboard*
(gonna kinda mimic @/wishing-stones formatting style wif these sorta asks n harness their good writing energy)
(these got... super long, so under th read more 't goes. (fkn. Tou's and Snaps' take up my whole screen each. i have no self control lmao.) also jus a heads up. Snaps' mentions ~sexual relations~ lol)
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Tic is subtle and has a hard time being straightforward. He'd built up the courage to tell them several times, over several months. Each time, pushing himself to get less subtle about it.
The first few were mixed into bad jokes. "knock knock" "who's there" "a sphinx" "a sphinx who" "a sphinx I like you". Every time, they laughed and blushed, but then assumed it was just a joke.
The last couple of times weren't even mixed into jokes, yet they still assumed he was just messing around.
This time he goes all out. He brings them somewhere beautiful, maybe under a starry sky, and after watching the stars for a bit, he grabs their hands and tells them he loves them. And when they still don't believe him, he brings them close. Inches from a kiss, and tells them he's 100% serious. He shuts them up by closing the gap before they can deny it again.
Tac has been very obviously flirting with this person for about a month, but he guesses he flirts with a lot of ppl, so it's not too farfetched to think he's just like that, so he steps up his game.
He gets more romantic with it. He gets them flowers and asks them out. (He'd asked them out a few times before, but they thought he was just being his usual flirty self. Which wasn't entirely wrong, but doesn't mean he wasn't serious.)
When they think he's just messing around again, he pulls them in with a hand on the small of their back. He assures them that he's 100% serious, and brings them into a deep kiss.
Tou is already very physically affectionate with his friends. Anything they'll allow. Holding hands, kissing their forehead/cheek, friendship cuddles. But with his best friend/crush, he always lingers longer than with the others.
He's absolutely ecstatic that they like the physical affection, but he wants more. He kisses their cheek often, and wishes he were kissing just an inch or two over, but they just don't see what his constant physical affection and lingering touches mean, so he gets more verbally affectionate.
Tbh, his verbal affection was already strong too, so this doesn't do a lot either, but he'd thought if he's now constantly calling them cute, beautiful/handsome, stunning, etc, they'd get the hint.
One day he leans into them, grabs their hand, and calls them the most attractive person he's ever met. He thinks surely they'll have to get the hint now, but they still think he's just being nice.
He gets a little frustrated and picks them up, tossing them over his shoulder, and ports into his room. (He rarely ports outside of battle training.) He sits them on his bed and sits next to them, grabbing their hand and leaning in a lot closer this time.
He kisses their hand, not breaking eye contact for a moment. He tells them he loves them, and that he's not just being friendly, and once they finally get it, he brings them into his lap for cuddles.
Snaps honestly takes a very long time himself to realize he actually wants to be with this person rather than just fuck them. Anyone else would have realized he has feelings for them far before he did.
They've been friends with benefits for months before he realizes it (with some help from his boss).
Once he's done having a crisis about having emotions he was sure didn't exist in him, he goes straight to their apartment and tests the waters.
He makes them a nice breakfast before they get up (tics not bothering him this time, as he's too focused on making it good for them). He holds their hand while they watch TV instead of holding their thigh/waist. He kisses their hand before they leave for work, and sneaks in the pet name "honey" rather than the usual "bunny" as he sees them out.
All of this, they only seemed mildly suspicious of, or flushed at and waved it off, so he gathers that he has to go further with it.
When they get back, he greets them with flowers at the door, dressed well, in a nice button-up and some dress pants. (Tho, he's still wearing his fingerless gloves.)
He leads them to the table, where he'd set up a candle lit dinner. (Food delivered from one of their favorite places, bc he wasn't confident he wouldn't mess up a fancy dinner.)
When they assume he's just buttering them up to ask if they can do something new in bed, he chuckles and assures them this isn't about sex anymore (tho he wouldn't mind that after dinner). His eye light appears, and he leans in, grabbing their hands, and he tells them he wants to be more with them, that he thinks he loves them.
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United Center, Chicago 8/27/23 Recap
excuse my rambling, this is mostly for my own sake five years from now when i can't remember any details 😅
they started handing out numbered wristbands at 9am and @arcticmonkeysaf and i got in line around 9:40 and were #873 and #874 😳 we found out later that the first person was actually like #550, so there were actually about 320 people ahead of us
amazingly we still ended up pretty close? i think we were around row 13ish! straight across from nick! 😍
fontaines dc were awesome and i had a lot of fun even tho no one else in our area seemed to know them 😅
sculptures as the opener was so incredible 😭 also alex pretended to play violin during it lol
brianstorm, teddy picker, the view, and dancefloor go so hard!! they're sooo fun!!
they played fireside 😭😭😭 freaked out when i saw alex pick up the acoustic haha
alex played the high piano interlude but didn't make up any words to it this time
during high alex held up 🤘 for a long time
he introduced arabella as "a song about a girl that i made up ages ago outta nowhere"
"four stars out of five, any which way you like, any which way you like, four stars out of five, even on a sunday night...so close!" (this was making jamie smile!)
POTION APPROACHING!!!!! our jaws literally dropped
fluorescent adolescent following potion??? insane
and then one point perspective!!! the solo 😩
mirrorball is so beautiful live!!! i was pleasantly surprised at how many people were singing along!! everyone was waving their phone flashlights and it was so pretty!!!
the mirrorball itself is indescribably beautiful!!! photos and videos don't do it justice AT ALL. the whole stage setup is sooo cool
BODY PAINT. GOD. so good. i think i smiled through the entire song 😂
alex pretended to shoot a basketball at the end of dancefloor
after r u mine they put down their instruments and acted like they were walking off stage, so i thought they weren't gonna do the last reprise, and then they came back and did it!! such teases.
the majority of the crowd in front of us was pretty dead :/ they didn’t sing or move much. i think we were having more fun than most of them combined lol. it was energetic in our row and behind us tho!
apparently fights were breaking out in the front on the other side and people were getting pulled from the crowd??
alex seemed a little tired, maybe bc it was their third show in a row. it didn’t detract from the show tho
only three songs from the car and zero from sias is a crime. happy with the setlist additions we did get tho!! overall it was so much fun!!!!
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could u do prompts 42, 50, 58, 64 for kiribaku? tysm
Hi~ Yes I can, I'm so sorry it took so long!!
I love them so much, they're such cuties in the show, but it's my first time attempting them so I hope it's alright~!
All characters are 18+ (picture early 20’s) Pro Hero AU.
2.1k words, prompts 42, 50, 58, and 64, story under cut!
42. “Baby, you’re all sniffly.”
50. “You sneezed ten times today.” “Thanks for counting.”
58. “Was it worth being out in the snow/rain like that?”
64. Mission in the rain.
(References to swearing, coughing, and mild violent intention [nothing actually happens], in case anyone doesn't like those!)
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“Another?”
Kirishima pauses his stride, eyes turning back to witness a cold in all its miserable glory. Standing behind him with one hand pressed to his face, the other forming a fist at his side, Bakugou just gasps. A palm scrubs at his nose as he attempts to shoot daggers at Kirishima, failing gloriously as his nose takes control.
“hH’RRSSHhh’aa-! hH’yiEZShh’aa-!”
“Bless you. A double that time!”
“Shut your face before I shut it for you.”
“I told you we should’ve stay-”
“Don’t you dare finish thhhaaa… that sentence.”
“I could have called in Kaminari, or Sero, or anyone who isn’t dying from a cold- one that’s definitely gonna turn into pneumonia if we stay in this weather.”
Under any other circumstance that kind of comment would have Kirishima dodging a blast aimed near his gut. Today though, the mixture of the rain soaking through Bakugou’s already shivering form and the head cold he refuses to admit results in another glare, and a few curses under his breath. Kirishimi offers a shrug in return, starting to walk backwards with striking precision.
Trailing behind, Bakugou’s eyes start to gloss over, his rhythm falling out of balance as he raises a hand to knuckle his nose. The action was apparently a mistake, breath catching at the touch and fist opening to catch his nose as he ducks to the side. A breath hisses out from Kirishima’s teeth in response, hand instinctively clutching Bakugou’s shoulder to study him. Much to his surprise, the grip isn’t avoided, instead the hand not otherwise occupied reaches up to clasp his fingers.
“hH’RRUSHH’aa-! ah’KECHhh’aa-!
“Bless you. Another double! Adding that to the tally, you’ve sneezed ten times today.”
“Thanks for counting, hedgehog hair.”
“Hey- just because you’re sick doesn’t mean you get to make fun of me!”
“I’m not sihh… fucking- eh’yieEZSSHhh’aa-!”
“Eleven. Bless you.”
Their conversation quickly gets cut off as Bakugou curls into himself with a cough rattling from his chest. It’s entirely too harsh, his footing getting tripped up as he manages to lean against a wall to keep upright. Kirishima finds himself frozen, wanting to reach out, but unsure if the uninitiated contact would make it worse. ‘He can be clingy when he wants affection, but only if he initiates it.’ The choice is made for him when Bakugou’s hand finds its way to his arm.
It’s a small movement, the coughing never ceasing and no gaze being cast his way. Still, Kirishima understands it for what it is. An invitation. Reaching down he lightly brushes the soaked hair from Bakogou’s face, rubbing circles on his back as he hums soothing nothings. He’s not sure what words are being said, if any at all. Bakugou can’t tell either, but they both know whatever they are, they won’t stop.
Finally the rasping seems to be coming to an end, shaky inhales bringing air back into Bakugou’s lungs. Kirishima responds in kind by letting out the breath he didn’t realize he was holding, meeting Bakugou’s watery gaze. It’s broken when Kirishima raises a hand to ruffle the blonde hair, getting a low growl in response, laced with a whimper they both choose to ignore as they start to continue the patrol.
“That was intense, are you alright?”
“Fine-”
“Yikes… That sounded rough. Sore throat?”
“No. hhH- heH’ZESHh’aa-! Ow… Fine. But it’s nothing I can’t handle, so quit looking at me like that!”
“L- like what? Bless you by the way.”
“Like I’m some kicked puppy you found on the street.”
A blush starts to spread over Kirishima, mercifully hidden by the red tint the freezing rain had already carved on his cheeks. One that matches the hue around Bakugou’s nose as he scrubs at it again. Sniffling harshly, a light cough spills out from his lungs. This time, much to their shared relief, the irritation passes swiftly. ‘We’re almost back on our street. Technically we finish patrol once we make it to the agency, but considering-’
“hh’RRUSHH’aa-!”
“Bless you.”
‘-I think they’ll let it slide. Besides, Bakugou is one of the best workers there, second only to Midoriya. He has sick days piled up. They’ll probably be relieved he finally took one.’ Satisfied with his conclusion, Kirishima slowly begins switching direction, starting the path home instead of towards the agency. One glance back at Bakugou confirms he isn’t coherent enough to tell. His hands are still pressed to his face, shivers running through his body despite the obvious attempts to suppress them.
“huhh… haH’DYIEZShh’aa-!”
“Bless you.”
“Shut up.”
The statement would be harsher if the sniffle that follows didn’t sound so pathetic. Searching his pockets, Kirishima manages to find a few loose tissues that aren’t soaked by the rain. Balling them up, he places them in Bakugou’s hand with a smile that shines through to his eyes. It’s not returned, but the look of desperate thanks that Bakugou gives him is close enough.
A few more blocks pass before Bakugou finally catches on, shooting Kirishima a deep glare as a growl scrapes out. Kirishima pretends not to notice, humming lightly as he continues on their journey, only turning towards Bakugou when he begins to speak, breath catching sharply before he can get the sentence out.
“Are we heH-”
“We’re going home. Bless you!”
“heDT’RSHH’aa-! ERRUSHhh’aa-!”
“Bless.”
“You said that already dumbass.”
“Well, you sneezed twice, so you needed another blessing.”
“We’re not going home. I don’t need your fucking pity-”
“Wow, way to assume it’s all about you! Really is ‘the Bakugou show’ in that head of yours, isn’t it? For your information, I’m actually really cold, and I want to change out of these wet clothes.”
It’s a lie, and he knows it. More than that, he knows Bakugou knows it too. Despite that, there’s a mutual understanding not to acknowledge this. Instead, much to their shared surprise, Bakugou lets his fists open, rubbing his arms as another chill shakes his core. When he finally speaks, his voice is softer, a tone normally reserved for when they’re at home.
“Okay. But only because I don’t want you to get sick too.”
“Too, you say?”
“Shut up before I make you!”
“Jeez, sorry, sorry. Don’t explode at me.”
“You’re not as funny as you think you are.”
“The grin you’re hiding says I am!”
Bakugou’s eyebrows knit together, the glare being undercut by a sharp smile creeping along the corners of his mouth. Letting a chuckle ripple through the air, Kirishima leans in and plants a kiss on his forehead. A wince follows as the heat clings to his lips despite the intense cold surrounding them. With the confirmation of a fever, Kirishima finds himself rushing more than before, practically dragging Bakugou along behind him.
“en’DTSHhh’aa-! heh- hh’erRSHHH’aa-!”
“More blessings.”
“Shut it.”
Ignoring the sharp tone, Kirishima pulls open the lobby door, lightly kicking Bakugou inside. He receives a grunt in response as Bakugou scans the room, a habit he’s formed since becoming a pro. The temperature change is noticeable, and Kirishima doesn’t miss Bakugou doubling over once more, pinching his nose shut as his scan revealed other people waiting for the elevator.
“heh’TNZTT’ehh-! Oh fuck… hahH-! hH’DZZJT’uhh-!”
“Bless you. Over here.”
“Wha- hh’DNGT’ehh-!”
“Bless again. Stairs. Do- do you think you can…”
“Yes I can climb the fucking stairs.”
“Just checking~!”
A rush pulses through Kirishima’s chest as Bakugou attempts to shed the water from his hair, resulting in shaking his head in a way that Kirishima can’t help but adore. ‘He’s like a dog… but… a really cute one! A puppy- yeah… I can never let him know I thought that. He’d blow me sky high.’ But before he has a chance to dwell on all the ways Bakugou might explode him, (it can get creative at times) his arm stretches, being dragged towards the stairs.
They only make it up two flights before Bakugou begins to pant. An alarming sound as it mixes with the slight catch in his breath that he can’t seem to shake. Kirishima reaches a hand to his back, unsure what he exactly plans to do, but wanting to offer some comfort. Through the laboured inhales, Bakugou shoots him a cocky smile, Kirishima responding by rolling his eyes.
Soon they reach their floor (six) Bakugou pushing through the door and finding himself leaning against the wall. He has to fight the urge to sink right to the floor, another cough breaking through the huffing breaths. Kirishima tilts his head, worry melting into playfulness as he watches the scene unfold.
“Was it worth being out in the rain like that?”
“I don- eH’KNRshh’aa-!”
“Bless you!”
“Shut up.”
“We’re almost there. D- do you need me to-”
“hah’RRZZSHH’aa!”
“Bless you again. Here, lean against me.”
Bakugou grunts in response, aiming a glare at the wall as he follows the instructions, shifting his weight into Kirishima’s waiting arms. A small sigh escapes at the touch, his head starting to drift down to his chest as his eyes flutter shut.
“Come on, you gotta stay awake. We’re almost home. Strong as I am, I’m not eager to actually carry you."
“Shht up ya ‘xtra.”
The shivers start to pass through them both as the warm air from their apartment seems to sting through the damp mess of fabric clinging to their skin. Leaning Bakugou against the wall, Kirishima runs into the bedroom to grab a towel and a pair of sweats. Heading back he notices the way Bakugou stands straighter when he enters the room.
“Take these and get in the shower. Don’t do your usually burning hot one either, just warm. That’ll remove some of the cold from your skin, and maybe from your chest too-”
“I’m not sick.”
“I think we’re well past denial.”
Growling lightly, Bakugou nods, a small amount of relief flooding his eyes as he presses the towel to his face briefly to muffle a new round of coughs. As it finishes, he heads off towards the bathroom, Kirishima letting relief fill his own chest as the shower turns on. Turning around he grabs the kettle, starting to look through the cupboards for the tea. ‘The kitchen is his domain, I don’t usually get to look in here. Where would he put- oh! Found it.’
He places the kettle on the stove and the tea bags on the counter, pausing for a moment as a chill runs down his back. ‘Oh right. I should probably change too. Don’t want to be miserable the rest of the day, he’s got enough of that for both of us.’ The shower’s not running but the door is still closed, so Kirishima finds himself changing in the bedroom. Once he returns to the kitchen he finds Bakugou leaning against the fridge.
“You look better.”
“Snff- I said I snfff- was fine, didn’t I?”
“Baby, you’re all sniffly. That’s not exactly ‘fine’.”
A blush spreads rapidly across his cheeks at the nickname, Kirishima unable to prevent the laughter that bubbles up through his chest. Bakugou glares, but the deep red tint dampens its effectiveness a little. ‘I bet that’s something only I know. Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight is actually a softie when it comes to cuddly things, as long as we’re alone.’
“What are you staring at?”
“Oh nothing. Just your pink little nose.”
“Eh?! Oh you- hehH-!”
“Bless you.”
“I ha- hahh… haven’t… keh’DNZTT’uhhh-!”
“Don’t stifle them.”
“M- make… mahhh… make me- heH’KNT’ehh-!”
Bakugou seems to realize the mistake just a moment too late. Desperation floods his face as his nose twitches violently, hand raising to knuckle it. It’s to no avail, his eyes starting to water over with the ferocity of the tickle. A triple pours out, piling over each other in a breathless cascade.
“huHhh-! hH’RRRSHH-YIEZSHH’aa-! hH’RRUHZSHH’aa-!”
“This time I am saying I told you so.”
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“What? Didn’t quite catch that.”
Gaze never leaves the floor as Bakugou begins to repeat the words, his cheeks darkening at an almost alarming rate. The tone is soft, gentle, and would almost be called a whine if it came from anyone else.
“You didn’t bless me…”
Kirishima wouldn’t be able to hold off the laughter if he wanted to. Which, he doesn’t. Bakugou growls under his breath, eyes lifting from the floor to point a glare at the convulsing man barely able to keep upright with laughter. Silencing the glare with a kiss, Kirishima lets their foreheads rest together for a moment, murmuring his answer.
“Bless you, Katsuki.”
The sigh that follows is full of unguarded relief, Bakugou letting his head dip down into Kirishima’s chest, purring as his hair gets a gentle stroking. The kettle soon sounds, Bakugou reaching and clicking off the heat without moving his head from its position. Kirishima’s arms remain protectively draped across his back, one hand in his hair tracing circles.
One of the most explosive heroes letting a gentle touch envelope him. One of the toughest heroes bathing in the softness of the response. But that’s not what they are, not now.
Right here they’re just two people sharing a moment of pure love.
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