Sep 2, 2018
Day 2 of @bakucamieweek: First kiss! apparently i have a thing for drawing them in alleyways??
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Day 2 of @bakucamieweek: First kiss! apparently i have a thing for drawing them in alleyways??
9 DAYS LEFT
Don’t forget that BakuCamie week begins on September 1st! Here’s a quick recap of the dates and prompts!
9.1 | first impressions / school swap / SnapChat memes
9.2 | First kiss / wingman / first date
9.3 | Chill / mountains / stargazing
9.4 | Fantasy / tarot / ghost stories
9.5 | Marvel AU / Teamwork / Injuries
9.6 | Hurt/comfort / tears / butterfly kisses
9.7 | Cooking / Domestic fluff / Free day!
bakucamie day 3: chill
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“Hey, Baku-bae, what you think snake style looks like? Karate Kid totes lied, I tell you!”
“I knew it was a mistake to watch those shitty movies with you...”
(plus flower crowns!)
First Dates
Bakugo sighed as he checked his reflection in the window. He looked fine, probably looked damn good if he was honest with himself. But he was annoyed, maybe even a bit anxious. It wasn’t nerves, it couldn’t be, but he was trying to figure out how he had been talked into a date. Theoretically it wasn’t a date, but Bakugo wasn’t stupid she had shown romantic interest had complimented him and.. The last part was the annoying one, she seemed to be disturbingly good at getting him to do what she wanted.
He’d probably find that less annoying if he could figure out how. He dismissed general manipulation, if anything he thought she was a bit of a ditz, but here he was waiting for her. He didn’t get outsmarted by a ditz, so maybe she wasn’t one. He also had that nagging thought that a part of him wanted to be there but that wasn’t the case. He wasn’t someone who liked socializing as it was the only person he could really tolerate was Kirishima and that was someone who was a friend and who had taken time to prove themselves. Camie…she just sort of somehow walked past with that smile, her slang and a few words.
He had even dressed up a bit for it, he told himself the reason was mostly pragmatic. He didn’t want her complaining or needling him about how he looked. Though she might do it anyway if she saw he had dressed up. He sighed, he wasn’t even sure why he cared. He turned at the sound of music and noticed Camie, she wasn’t in the uniform from Shiketsu which was both a bit of a relief but in other ways not. Her uniform hugged her curves and was definitely a bit distracting but it was also a uniform. She wasn’t wearing it to get anyones attention.
He looked at her now, her hair framed her face in a red-gold halo. Her top was eye catching, she had a black blouse that managed to hug her body but it actually managed to look more cute than trashy. She was doing a good job of showing off, and she kept her gaze on him and gave a smile. It was almost enough to get him drawn in, but then she opened her mouth.
“Hey fam, you totes look good today. Clothes lit, super stylish. Figured you’d either be trying to be as bad as possible or heavy punk. You look good like this, like I said, bitchin’ bachelor totes chick magnet with some work.” He understood what she said but really wished he didn’t. He gave her a glare but it broke fairly quickly, It wasn’t even the smile that she had it was just…something in her expression and posture said that she wouldn’t notice or care about his irritated glare. She noticed it, but she seemed to move past it, instead putting her hand on his arm “Happy AF you decided to come here, wasn’t sure if you would.”
He looked at her again and realized that he was starting to figure out the reason that he was here, that he wasn’t leaving now or snapping at her. There was something in her, in the way she spoke, the way she looked at him, and it made him angry and it also made him curious. She understood him. Or at least she seemed to have some idea of what made him tick and that both intrigued and irritated him. They barely knew each other, but she had managed to get under his skin and also seemed to be able to pick up on things about him.
That bothered him, he hated the idea of being predictable, hated that someone could seemingly read him easily. Kirishima understood him but that was different, they’d been through a lot together and it had taken time. Part of him admired it, she was apparently good at picking up on things with people or, as he feared he was fairly easy to figure out. As they sat down he gave her an odd look one that mixed appreciation and that same annoyance, she had picked a place he hadn’t heard of but when he looked the menu over he realized their standard fare was spicy. It was a fusion place trying to mix Japanese with Liberian with a heavy emphasis on the power of the heat.
He put in an order and looked at her, she had been fairly quiet but she still had that odd smile, she didn’t even seem smug just…happy. He wanted at least a few answers and he forced himself to reduce the aggression in the questions. If he was that easy to read that was actually a genuine concern, enough that he needed to actually get a proper answer. “Utushime, why did you want to come here?” It wasn’t exactly a subtle question but he wasn’t in the mood for trying to dance around on this.
For her part she just smiled, “Well honestly I just really wanted to try it. That and I heard you were totes into spicy and I figured that you’d want to prove how well you could handle the heat.” She made the last part sound like a bit of a challenge. He almost felt indignant, of course he could handle anything here and he would be doing it to prove it to enjoy it not to show off for her. Even as he thought it he considered ever person who said they did something because they wanted to when they were clearly doing it for another person. It wasn’t quite the same but…the fact that she seemed to want to see his stamina for spice was actually weirdly flattering.
He forced himself to interact, he wasn’t disinterested in her but this was still sort of unfamilar ground. He wasn’t someone who was very social but he wanted to know more about her, just to make sure that he wasn’t at a disadvantage in this. Only for that. “What are you going to get then? You don’t seem like you’re here for spicy so what was calling to you from here?” It wasn’t exactly a great source of intel but small talk at least helpe da bit and he could work his way into figuring out how she got as much information as she did.
She gave him a sly smile. “Bakugo why think I got some kinda plan, sounds a little cray if you ask me. I might just be here for the company.” She stretched her arms out, continuing. “Maybe I just like hangin with a cute bachelor somewhere that I can show him off. Or maybe I like being shown off. Who knows, mysterious AF right?”
His eye twitched slightly but he also had to fight back a laugh. “Fine, how about this then, why call me, why not Icyhot?”
She shrugged nonchalantly, “Hmm, oh Todoroki? For one thing he seems way too stoic.” She flashed a mini illusion of him on the table, with his same resting expression for ‘happy, sad, indiffierent, excited, curious, and thinking.’ Bakugo looked at it and actually grabbed his face to keep from laughing. He looked at her again, and this time actually looked at her. She was definitely good at reading people, even kinda clever at it. Now he just had to figure out if the netspeak slightly ditzy thing was a persona she cultivated or if that was really her.
She continued, “Also unlike you, he doesn’t get what’s funny. Happy AF to have someone around that gets it.” She let out a mock put-upon sigh. “’Sides other reason I didn’t grab him is that I don’t go for bishi bois,”
Bakugo blinked, he could swear he actually heard how she spelled it when she said it. As if a gear switched in his mind he spoke before considering, “So how much of all of this is an act?”
That seemed to make Camie freeze for a moment, whether in confusion or concern he wasn’t sure. “An act? We goin’ back to the whole cray paranoid thing?” She almost seemed to lay it on thicker but Bakugo wasn’t going to let her evade this.
“You act and talk like a bit of a ditz and like you see yourself as one, fine. But you’re good at reading people, damn good at it. Everything you’ve said to me is a compliment or goading me to do something, probably what you want me to. Plus you…you fucking know me. You know what buttons to push and what words to say and we barely know each other so either I’m too fucking predictable or you’ve got some talent.”
Camies expression changed a bit, almost unreadable. “First off, rude AF to call me a ditz, k? Second I’m not some crazy mastermind manipulator. You aren’t some major enigma either. Sports festival, classic type A. Has to be the top, has to win, but you go a couple steps past. You can’t just win you have to prove you won.” She put up a hand as if to forestall any speaking from him. “Prove to you. Honestly for a guy who’s pretty hot and has some mayj talent you’re saty AF if that ego gets poked.” She looked a bit irked but she continued.
“So, you like proving yourself. I know you like spicy stuff because I called Todoroki and he said you totes chug hotsauce. Even if I didn’t hear it you totes like showing off how tough you are and heat is usually how guys do that. Finally fam, you’re so focused on being a hero that you barely pay attention anything else. I tried to look good for you and you barely noticed half the time you seem to stare off into space. You calling me a ditz after that making me feel salty AF about it.”
He looked a bit more pissed now, he knew she was calling him out, he scowled but kept from getting more pissed at her. He could see why she’d be annoyed but he met her gaze, “You think I didn’t notice you look good? Fucks sake of course you do. The ‘look’ is because I’m trying to figure out how someone who barely spent any time with me knows me so well. Even if you got some shit from icyhot it’s nowhere near enough. So I’ve been trying to figure you out.”
She looked annoyed, “If you’re only here to figure me out then maybe I should just go..”
He put his hands on the table looking pissed, “If you think the only reason I’m here is because of how you look you apparently didn’t know me fucking at all. Like I said you look damn fucking good but if that was it I wouldn’t bother coming out.”
She froze for a moment, “Then why?”
He sighed, “Because of what you said and how you said it. Don’t get pissed because what you said and did worked, it got me here and it got me thinking about you. I appreciate that a hell of a lot more than I appreciate curves…even yours.” His face looked a little darker as she said it but he figured she wanted the compliment.
She looked at him again as if assessing, “Heh, well fam guess I was right the first time, you get out of your way you’re totes a good catch. Maybe even one I’d want to grab.”
He bit back some initial annoyance almost snapping at her that he didn’t want to be fucking caught, especially by her. Then something clicked, everything she had done up to this point, the location the reason for coming out here, all of it was for her to basically make him feel comfortable. She was trying to look at how he’d be in a place where he felt the best in this. He eyed her again and there was a wary respect there.
He wasn’t sure if she had intended for him to realize it and if so wasn’t sure if he should be impressed or pissed at how well she directed his train of thought. But either way she was good. Then again it also made sense, a bit part of an illusion is showing someone what they wanted or needed to see. And part of that meant reading the person to figure it out. He sighed and looked at her, a growl still in his voice but the venom mostly gone, “So..once we finish here where do you want to go? You came here for me so I guess it’s only fair I go somewhere for you too.”
Camie gave a small smile, looking like a well fed predator, yeah she probably had wanted it to go about like it had. Bakugo was starting to realize that maybe that wasn’t such a bad thing, especially when he saw that smile.
BakuCamie Week officially begins!
It’s technically an hour before midnight for me, but timezones are a thing, so I’m calling it now. Looking forward to seeing everyone’s awesome contributions to BakuCamie week!! Remember, tag your posts or @ us so we can reblog your pieces!
Prompts for the week!
Don’t forget that BakuCamie week begins on September 1st! Here’s a quick recap of the dates and prompts!
9.1 | first impressions / school swap / SnapChat memes
9.2 | First kiss / wingman / first date
9.3 | Chill / mountains / stargazing
9.4 | Fantasy / tarot / ghost stories
9.5 | Marvel AU / Teamwork / Injuries
9.6 | Hurt/comfort / tears / butterfly kisses
9.7 | Cooking / Domestic fluff / Free day!
Happy beginnings, good luck, and have fun!
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Prompt 7: Domestic Fluff
Bakugou and Camie have an entire living room to themselves.
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me: *vows to participate in bakucamie week*
also me: *forgets about bakucamie week entirely*
...buuuuttttt, I did do day 1!
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School SWAP!
I can’t promise to participate everyday, but I can say i’ll probably be able to do the odd numbers before the week is over!
On tagging BakuCamie week
First of all, I just wanna say that I’m so sorry for anyone whose pieces have not yet been reblogged to BakuCamie week! It was brought to our attention that, for some reason, we are not always notified when someone @s us in a post and not every piece is showing in #bakucamieweek2018 or #bakucamieweek.
I am actively going through blogs who have liked/followed us to see pieces that were missed. If you have shared something you’ve created for BakuCamie week and it is not on the blog, fear not! If you have any concerns or want to point us in the right direction, feel free to send a message or an ask.