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Mohaireena: Paintball
The new paintball variant: Find and shoot your own bound mohair girl in the forest
Phic Phight - Spooky Squalid Splatter Scare Squad
For: @bellsandmischief and Jackskellletor
Teenagers desensitized to danger make for ridiculously dangerous paintball games, especially in an ‘abandoned’ construction yard.
Danny stands atop a dilapidated half-built building thing, eyeing the abandoned construction yard stretching out before him like a decaying jungle gym of concrete, rebar, and rust. Warning signs flapping in the breeze. Graffiti covered crumbling walls. It was an absolute twisted mess of steel beams and broken pallets. In short, it was fucking perfect.
No other people.
No ghosts.
No cameras.
And enough broken shit that more broken shit wouldn’t be noticed.
Danny nodding to himself before scaling back down the building to his friends, “cool cool, this works”.
Tucker quirking an eyebrow, “dude, you sure this place isn’t, like, actually condemned or some shit?”, squinting up at a hanging platform that sways concerningly.
Danny shrugging, grabbing his two friends by the waist, and moving to float up, “eh, condemned is just another word for ‘exclusive’”. Landing them down and yanking the strap of his paintball mask tight over his hair, “besides, it adds a hint of the unknown. Makes the game spicy without being, you know, our usual brand of a Bad Idea”.
Sam grumbling, fixing her full face mask, “I swear, if I end up on crutches again, I’m going to break all of your toes and then break them again as soon as they heal up”.
Danny putting a hand to his chest, feigning offence, “ah! How dare!”, then tossing her a fresh clip of neon paintballs, “you said that last time we raced Johnny on foot and still backflipped off of a roof”.
She flips him off, “fuck you and your good points”.
Tucker rolling his eyes at them as he finishes rigging his own harness and checks the pressure on his gun, “okay, remember the rules: no shooting below the belt, some of us have precious jewels to protect. No hits within five feet, because at least two of us can die. No ghost powers, for obvious reasons. And absolutely no shooting my pda-”.
Danny kicks Tucker’s gun, knocking him off balance, and leaps off of the building, shouting, “GO!”, and leaving a bit of a dent in the rusted truck cab below.
Tucker and Sam looking down, both sighing and shaking their heads at each other. At least Danny was nice enough to let them get down before opening fire on them.
Paintballs exploding against the walls as Sam bolts after him, doing a wall run along a cracked cement barrier before springing up onto a ledge that used to be part of an elevator shaft.
Tucker sighing again, “okay cool. So we’re having that kind of day”; promptly sprinting after them. Physical exercise sucked but at least this was fun, gym class should take some pointers on not sucking. Maybe then people will actually like the stupid class and ‘want to be active’.
The three move around like little nightmare gremlins, nightmare gremlins trained in ghost fighting and how to wield a fucking gun. Danny’s a blur, vaulting over steel drums, rolling off of gravel mounds, paintballs flying from both guns like he was actually trying to damage things (he kinda was). Danny landing behind a half-built cinderblock wall, firing three quick shots, and grinning when he hears Sam audibly scowl.
“Oh you really wanna do this today, ghost boy?”.
Danny was definitely not aware that Sam was peeking at him through a slit in some wood scaffolding. Meaning Danny very dumbly responds with, “fuck yeah! Just try and get me. Maybe if you teamed up with Val, you’d have a chance! But she isn’t here is she!”.
Sam scowling and flipping over the edge of the scaffolding, dropping straight down and landing in a crouch before sliding under a barbed wire fence. Popping up on the other side mid-fire. Danny barely ducking, the paintballs splashing behind him.
“Tuck! Wanna cover me!”.
“Fucking why! She’ll kill me!”.
“Didn’t she fill your secondary monitor with sunflower seeds again!?!”.
Tucker blinking, “oh shit yeah, Sam you’re fucking dead”, and he pops up, squeezing off a few bright orange shots that zip past Sam’s shoulder as she dives into cover. Tucker trying to sprint along a bent I-beam after her, leaping the five-foot gap to a crumbling ledge, and scrambling up a rebar ladder to higher ground. Tucker snickering, “nice, sniper perch unlocked!”. The ledge wobbling dangerously beneath his weight. Tucker chuckling nervously, “heh, mostly unlocked”.
But Danny hurls a smoke grenade and a thick green cloud mushrooms out, swallowing half the yard in seconds.
Sam coughing, “THIS IS WHY YOU NEVER WIN STRATEGY GAMES! AND SOME OF US NEED TO BREATH ASSHOLE!”.
Danny cackling, “I PLAY TO CAUSE CHAOS AND MOCK RELENTLESSLY! WINNING GLORIOUSLY IS A BONUS!”. Danny bursting out of the smoke, doing a front flip over a pile of tires, and absolutely nailing Tucker in the chest midair with a blue paintball.
“Are you serious?!”, Tucker wheezing, flopping backwards into the dirt, “I literally just got up here man!”.
“Sucks to suck, Tuck!”.
Sam popping out of the fog and taking advantage of Danny’s smugness to tag him on the arm with a vicious splat of yellow. Danny spinning around and firing practically on instinct, missing her by inches as she rolls into cover.
The yard is practically alive, probably for the first time in a while, with color now; pink, green, blue, and orange paint splattered all across random surfaces like a neon battlefield. Smoke curling in the air, paintballs clattering off of metal, and all three of them are grinning like lunatics.
Tucker wheezing from inside of a low crawl space, “truce?”.
Danny snickering, “only if we use the bucket crane thing next!”.
Sam snarling, “I heard that you goddamn dumbass!”.
But Danny just keeps smirking, pointing up at the old construction crane looming above them, its ladder looks to be still mostly intact, “how much you wanna bet there’s water inside that things bucket?”.
Tucker glares at Danny before sighing, “there’s probably a rusted hole in it, so I’m betting twenty against that”.
Danny snickers and cracks his knuckles, bolting out for the ladder. Tucker sighing and dragging himself across on his belly to get out from his spot and attempt to give chase.
Sam shouting, “you dummies!”, and chasing after too when she spots them, firing twice at them. Tucker absolutely stumbling a little from getting nailed one in the back of the head.
The metal ladder is ancient, spotted in rust, and creaks like it’s narrating its own funeral as Danny hoists himself up the thing. Getting halfway up before either of his friends can get anywhere near the base of the ladder.
Tucker chuckling awkwardly, eyeing Sam who looks a wee bit pissed, “you're gonna kill him, aren’t you?”.
“Oh yeah”, Sam huffing, “but only after I’m done beating the shit out of him”.
They both sprint after him, boots thudding across plywood and gravel. Sam taking a bit of shortcut, leaping from a stack of pallets to a hanging catwalk that swings dangerously under her weight. Tucker, wisely, takes the longer but more stable path; he’d had enough perilous places for today thank you very much. Him ducking under steel beams and crawling over a pile of bricks.
Danny getting to the top of the crane and standing triumphantly in the control booth, sticking his arms out wide, “BEHOLD! MY THRONE!”, grabbing at things, “now to get this baby moving”.
Sam snapping, halfway up the ladder herself, “DANNY GET OUT OF THERE, YOU GODDAMN PAIN IN THE ASS!”.
Danny snickering, “no can do, I’ve got a chance to fuck with one of these things and I’m gonna take it”; and he yanks a lever. The crane’s massive arm groaning, then slowly beginning to swing the bucket around. Danny wiggling a little before starting to crawl out of the drivers area and moving to scale his way up the crane neck.
Sam freezing on the ladder as it creaks, “Danny, for the love of everything. That better be in demo mode”.
Danny shrugging his shoulders as he scooches along, “eh totally probably maybe“.
Below from the base of the ladder, Tucker stares up, groaning, “we’re all gonna die. This is how it ends. Covered in paint and Danny’s poor decisions. Why did I ever agree to this?”.
Danny only laughing more as the wind whips his jacket around as he inches forward, one hand holding one paintball gun like he’s anticipating someone being above him and in need of a shooting. He was getting to that bucket and he was going inside of it and its water. Tucker is so gonna owe him a twenty!
Sam grumbling incoherently as she hauls herself into the control booth and yells up at him, “you are out of your mind! Get down here before you fall or break something!”.
Danny grinning and standing up a little to be crouching on the narrow beam, “can’t. Having too much fun. If you want me you gotta come get me!”.
“You’re gonna end up in the hospital”, Sam shaking her head, “and no. I am not trying to die today Danny”.
Tucker having made his way up and into some scaffolding, starts firing at Danny, it’s not like the guy would die if he fell, would just make a very Danny-shaped crater in the ground. The crane gets painted in orange and Danny starts flailing, “TRAITOR!”.
Tucker chuckling, “YOU DECLARED WAR DUDE!”.
While Danny’s flailing and struggling to cling to the crane neck, Sam leans out of the control booth and starts launching a flurry of shots back at Tucker; before moving onto the crane neck herself, shaking it with every step she takes. She weighs significantly more than Danny after all, everyone does. Tucker starts firing at her too just to be an ass, paintballs zipping past her. Danny also sticking one arm and gun behind him and firing at her while starting to yank himself on his belly further up the crane neck.
Danny successfully making it to the very end of the crane’s arm, where a massive rusted closed bucket dangles above the yard. Without hesitation, he clips his climbing harness onto the buckets connections and shit and leans back like a human pendulum; basically flipping and belly flopping into the damn thing.
Sam stopping her own ascent and gesturing at him, “oh for fucks sake”.
Danny cackles and starts crawling all over the thing to find himself a nice rusted hole big enough for him to squeeze through to get in, maybe he rips off some chunks of weakened metal or two but oh well. Not like anyone’s gonna be using this thing ever again anyways, and no one’s on the ground to get pelted by chunks of falling yellow bucket metal.
Danny’s managed to get his shoulders in, happily splashing his hands in the gross ass water inside, wettest twenty bucks he’s ever made, when a bunch of paintballs slam into his legs in just the right way to make him smack his face into the water before knocking him back out of the bucket. Sending him swinging across the open yard like a soaked neon-streaked wrecking ball; dangling from his harness and the bucket. Tucker ducking just in time as Danny starts blasting paintballs down back at him from midair.
Tucker laughing, “DUDE YOUR FLYING WITHOUT ACTUALLY IGNORING GRAVITY?!”.
“FEAR THE FLYING SWINGING DANNY BALL OF DOOM!”, Danny then doing upside down jazz hands, “AND LOOK! MY HANDS ARE WET! MY FACE IS WET! MY HAIR IS WET! TUCK! YOU OWE ME A TWENTY!”.
Tucker getting up to kick a wall, “damnit!”.
The bucket groaning under Danny’s weight as he swings back towards the crane, still firing. One of his shots hitting the edge of a support beam right as Sam was sliding behind it for cover.
“Danny! That was my face, you shithead!”.
“Battle wounds!”.
Tucker chuckling and shaking his head, “this is the dumbest thing we’ve ever done. Somehow”.
Danny gets slammed against a nearby ledge with a nasty sounding thud, unhooking himself frantically, and pulling himself up. Him wheezing, “that, was goddamn majestic. Ten outta ten would swing again”.
Sam stomping up beside him, yellow paint streaked across her helmet, “sometimes I wonder how you managed to die so young, and then I remember that you’re like this”.
“Aw you love me”.
“Unfortunately”.
Tucker joining them from around a pole, limping slightly, “we good now? Can we not die for, like, five minutes?”.
Danny snorting and rolling his eyes, “fine. Truce. For real this time”, stretching his arms out, “now let’s get out of here before cops or something show up”.
Sam groaning and shaking her head, while Tucker just sighs. But before Danny can fully get up to run off, the ground under him creaks and gives way completely, Danny blinking, “oh shit!”, him falling all the way down and his body banging off of random metal poles, stairs, wood, and bits of paint.
Sam and Tucker looking down the hole, shaking their heads as dust plumes out of the hole followed by a groan. Both of them actively wondering why the moron didn’t just go intangible.
Sam crouching down and shouting down the hole, “YOU ALIVE?!”.
Danny wheezing back, “define alive?”.
Sam making a face, standing up, and firing a few shots down the whole at him, “fuck you and your stupid dead jokes!”.
“JUST FOR THAT I’M NOT HELPING YA’LL GET OUT! HAVE FUN!”.
Tucker sticking his hands out to the side, “DUDE!”. Both him and Sam watching Danny drag himself off, half limping to a wall, flipping them off, and starts climbing it, leaving little finger puncture holes the entire way up.
Sam exchanging a look with Tucker, both lift up their paint guns and start firing at him again.
“HEY!”.
Danny still makes it over, leaving them behind to find their own ways out. Neither are amused but neither have a particularly hard time getting out either.
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Joseph blinks, lowering his binoculars, and shakes his head, “what the actual hell?”, rubbing his forehead, “I don’t even know how I’m supposed to report this? And this? Yeah this shit is why I never had kids, holy fuck”. He didn’t really care about the trespassing, still had to call it in of course, but it’s not like they were luting or trying to commit acts of arson. The paintball guns made that much super obvious. So sue him, he put off calling it in at first, give the kids some time to have fun. You know, until one of them started climbing the goddamn crane! Yes he’s impressed the kid made it the whole way up but he could have died! And Jospeh’s ass would have been on the line for that! Goodbye Christmas bonus!
But now he has to report on this shit, at least one of those kids definitely got hurt, and he so doesn’t need some angry parent trying to sue the company for not having the place secured enough! Sure he’s glad they got out before the cops showed up, kids should get to be kids after all even if they’re reckless dumbasses about it. But geez.
… He needs a drink.
Well… he might as well get started on that paper work, hopefully pictures of all the paint splatters will keep his bosses from accusing him of being high on the job again. Ugh.
End.
Prompts: Danny sam and tucker play paintball Get in the water.
gottmik you ain't slick
Bakugou x reader Touch Chapter V
Chapter V is finally here, took me a bit to figure it out, but hipe you guys like how it turned out and the progress!
Spelling and grammer apologies, as always.
Hope you guys enjoy, let me know what you think!
Feeling the slow wakening of consciousness, Bakugou groaned, cracking his eyes open. His face was squished into your chest, your arms trapping him in an embrace around his head as yours laid on top of his. Your legs were also wrapped around his torso, you were almost like a backpack he’d put on backwards. You mumbled in your sleep, cuddling Bakugou deeper into your chest. The boy turned pink from the squish, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t find the steady beat of your heart relaxing. He was torn between tearing himself away from you, or just casually falling back asleep. Glancing over at the alarm clock, that was magically facing his way, the boy sighed. It was time to get up. The boy attempted to tear himself out of your hold, but he just couldn’t get your arms to untangle themselves from around his neck. He rolled you over onto your back, looking down at you as you continued to lock your arms around his neck. Bakugou stared down at your sleeping form, almost in a trance. But snapping out of it, he soon started to shake you, “Hey, common now, get up, Cry Baby. You groaned and glared up at him through the cracks of your eyelids, “I hate you.” You said. Bakugou smirked down at you through half-lidded eyes, “Nah, you don’t.” he said. Blinking, your eyes widened, a small blush dusting over your nose, “What makes you so sure?” you asked, turning your face away. Bakugou tilted his head, “Cause if you did, you would’ve left last night.” He said. You looked back to him, pouting, “Shut up..” you mumbled. The boy just kept looking at you, with his stupid-cute-stupid face, and those stupid-serious-stupid-gorgeous red eyes. One of the things you always liked about Bakugou, ever since you first met him, was his eyes. There was something about them that just completely captured you, his emotions were always so much clearer through his eyes. It confused you, you used to compare his eyes to Kirishima’s eyes, considering they’re the same colour, colour was their only similarity. Bakugou leaned in closer, “What’re you looking at?” he asked. You blinked, captivated, “You’re eyes.” You said. The boy’s eyes widened at hearing this, but he settled back into his smirk, “Interesting.” He said. Pouting, you tilted your head now, “What about you, what’re you looking at?” you asked, teasingly. Bakugou kept his stare, “You.” He grinned mischievously. “Under me.” Your face broke out into a flustered red. Bakugou lifted his head up and laughed, you pulled your hands back finally, to push him. As you got up to stretch, you turned to the boy, your arms stretching behind your neck, “So, what’s the plan for today?” you asked. “You said you were taking me somewhere?” you asked. Bakugou stared up at you, his eyes darting over you for a few seconds occasionally, “There’s a food festival tonight.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Thought you’d like something like that.” You practically skipped over to him, excitement in your eyes, “Yes!” you yelled. Bakugou smiled at you, “Guess I chose right then.” He said. You blinked, realizing your exaggerated response. Stepping back you started fiddling with your hair, pretending to fix it and set it up. Going over to the mirror, fiddling with your hair turned to fiddling with your hands, “If that’s later tonight, what’re we doing in the meantime?” you asked. Glancing back at him in the reflection you noticed him leaning back on the bed, resting on his arms, head tilted back slightly and to the side, “You’ll see. You’ll like it.” He said. You blinked, looking a little closer, his eyes were looking low, and his cheeks were tinted pink with a dust of blush. You turned around the face him, “What’re you looking at?” you asked. Bakugou cleared his throat, rubbing the back of his neck, “You…” he muttered. You titled your head, “It was cute the first time, but now I’m confused.” You said, hands on your hips. Bakugou side-eyed you, “You thought it was cute?” he asked. You pouted, “Don’t answer a question with a question.” You said. Bakugou looked away again, his blush worsening, “I already told you.” He said. You sighed, and shrugged, but as you turned to look into the mirror again, your eyes widened. You looked to him with a deep blush, “W-were you staring at me, because I’m wearing this!?” you asked. Bakugou didn’t move, but the increase in his blush was confirmation enough.
Going downstairs, you and Bakugou walked into the lounge room. Looking over, Sero and Kirishima nearly began crying while they laughed, “W-what happened to your face, Bakugou?” they eventually managed to stammer between their giggling. Bakugou glared ferociously at them, a red handprint decorating his cheek, “Shut your traps.” He grumbled. You huffed, “Nothing you didn’t deserve.” You mumbled. Bakugou continued to grumble and mumble angrily to himself. Kirishima came over, “I’m assuming things are better?” he asked. Momo came over as well, “Yes, we heard there was a little bit of…an argument.” She said with worry. Uraraka put her hand on your shoulder, “You guys are okay, right?” she asked. You smiled and nodded, “Things are fine, someone just couldn’t keep themselves from exploding over something dumb.” You smirked at the boy. “But I got him to chill out eventually.” Bakugou huffed, crossing his arms, “Cry Baby.” He mumbled. You kicked him lightly in the shin, “Common, we should get going.” You said. Mina popped up with a grin, “Oh? You guys going out?” she asked. You nodded, “Yep, not sure where for the first few hours, but Bakugou’s taking me out to a food festival later.” You said with a smile. “I’m really excited about it!” Kaminari smiled, “Hey, that sounds like fun!” he said. He winked at Bakugou, “Good choice.” Mina leaned on Bakugou’s shoulder, “I’m so proud.” She said, wiping away at a fake tear. Kirishima and Sero had tissues that came out of nowhere, sniffling into them, “He’s growing up so fast.” They said. Bakugou growled, “Shut up!!” he yelled. But you could tell that there was no real anger behind his words. You laughed, “We gotta go, see you guys later.” You said with a wave, Bakugou dragging you away to the door. Mina waved after you, “Take your time! Don’t come back early! Have fun!” she called with the others.
On the train, you leaned against a bar, looking up at Bakugou who was standing over you, one hand on the bar and the other on his phone. “Are you going to spit out where we’re going?” you asked. Bakugou kept his eyes on his phone screen, “You’ll see.” He said. You pouted, “You are so annoying.” You mumbled. Bakugou lowered his phone to grin at you, “And yet, here we are.” He teased. You chuckled, shoving the boy, “Whatever, as if I could say no when you dug so deep past your pride to ask me to come with you today.” You teased back. Bakugou glared, “Shut your face.” He said. You scrunched up your nose at him, “You make teasing you too easy.” You said. Bakugou cupped your chin with his hand, his fingers squishing your cheeks together, “Says you.” He said. You continued to laugh together, talking about the food festival and your poor stomachs full to bursting later when you’d eat all that food. Arriving to a place in the city, Bakugou pulled you into a building. Your eyes widened, eyebrows raised, “Seriously?” you asked, smiling. Bakugou grinned, “Excited?” he asked. You nodded and practically ran in, dragging him behind you. He had taken you to go rock climbing! You were practically jumping and glowing with joy as you were both set up with the necessary equipment and instructions. It didn’t take long for the both of you to get the hang of the climbing, and it took even less time before the two of you started to compete against each other. You squealed as Bakugou climbed ahead of you, giving you a nudge with his foot. You grinned at him, “That’s cheating!” you laughed. Bakugou raced on, “Not cheating if there wasn’t any competition, to begin with.” He grinned. You grinned and set your eyes, “You are so dead.” You said. Soon you quickly managed to get up to Bakugou. Mischief flirting with you, you leaned into Bakugou, “Are you going to end up staring at me in nothing but your shirt and my underwear again later?” you whispered into his ear. Bakugou flushed, and in that moment, lost his footing, dropping a little before catching himself. He glared up at you with a flushed face, but you just zoomed on ahead and reached the top. Looking down at the boy who was glaring and pink in the face, you just smiled and giggled. He soon smiled up at you, “What was that about cheating?” he asked. You shrugged, “Don’t start something if you don’t plan to finish it.” You said blowing the boy a kiss. Bakugou grinned and started shooting up for you. Squealing, you tried to escape, dropping down to the ground, but as you were trying to get free of your harness, Bakugou dropped down beside you and caught you, “Gotcha!” he said, wrapping his arms around you. You squealed, laughing, and faked fighting against him. Getting cleaned up and returning your items, your eyes spotted something. When Bakugou caught up to you, he could swear he saw your eyes sparkling, “What’d you spot now?” he asked. You grinned at him and started dragging him. Looking up to where you were dragging him, the boy grinned, “Fuck yeah.” He said. Next door to the rock climbing, there was paintball. It was weirdly themed, it was designed to be like a farm, there was hay everywhere on the ground, along with a few haystacks. There were props of things that would normally also be on a farm, tractors, large tires, and the likes. Both you and Bakugou were put into white jumpsuits and goggles and were given a big bag each that was filled with balloons filled with paint. Bakugou grinned, “Was half expecting to get guns, that way I could finally shoot you.” He said. You laughed, “I’d totally be a sharpshooter, you’ll never escape my shot.” You said, pointing your finger, hand shaped as gun, at him. Separating, a buzzer went off and you both started to play, the two of you laughing and running around as paint went flying everywhere. You screamed, Bakugou out for vengeance as you got a face shot at him. Running, Bakugou caught hold of you, making you scream as he tackled you into a haystack. You were both laughing, sliding off your goggles. You smiled up at him, as he just grinned down at you. Sighing, you raised your hand to wipe away some paint on his cheek, his eyes softening as he continued to watch you with a smile. You blushed, leaning up on your free arm, planting a kiss on his cheek, close to the corner of his mouth. Pulling back you smiled at his shocked face, then slammed a paint balloon on his head. Bakugou gaped, and then grinned. You got up and started running away as he unleashed a flurry of balloons back at you, and you him.
Afterwards you were so glad that they had showered that you were free to use and had soap that easily removed the paint. You both held hands, laughing down the street and making fun of the other as you left. Soon it was time for the food festival, you were so excited. Both of you got a bunch of food, and went to a secreted spot, where the two of you could sit and share the food, along with enjoying the scenery. Bakugou laughed as you chomped down something you were enjoying, “Take it easy, no ones going to take it from you.” He laughed. You smiled through your full mouth, “It’s so yummy!” you said after swallowing. Bakugou grinned, “You’re such an idiot.” He laughed. You scrunched your nose at him with a playful pout, then grinned. The two of you continued to eat everything, after eating some cake the two of you had previously bought, you smiled and put your hand to your cheek, “So good!” you called. The boy grinned ear-to-ear, “That good?” he asked. You hummed, “I dare say better than your cooking.” His smile dropped completely, making you laugh. “I’m joking! Haven’t had anything as good as your cooking, yet.” Bakugou looked over your face, reaching over, he pulled crumbs away from the corner of your mouth. You blinked in surprise, and almost flushed pink as he licked the crumbs. The boy smiled, “Yet?” he repeated. You looked down in embarrassment, why did he have to look so stupidly attractive? You then felt his fingers again, he was pushing hair behind your ear, “Going pretty pink there, huh?” he said. You blushed more, shoving him playfully, “I’m cold!” you defended. Bakugou laughed, but looped his arm around your waist, his hand slipping under your thigh. Before you could even register what, he was doing, he lifted you for a spilt second, shuffling you closer to him. You flushed pink looking up at him, “What’re you doing?” you asked, suddenly shy at how close your faces were. Bakugou half smirked, “You said you were cold.” He said. Shuffling slightly, you felt his hand still under your thigh. You looked down to avoid his red eyes, and turned to look over the festivities, it was nothing but happiness in the air. Kids were laughing, happy chatter, friends, and families talking amongst themselves and laughing. It was all such a happy glow. You smiled; you loved it here. Bakugou watched you, rubbing his thumb across your cheekbone with a feather-soft touch. You looked to him, his red eyes meeting yours, he tilted his head, “What’re you looking at?” he asked. You glanced back at the crowds, “It’s just so nice here, everyone is happy, and everything smells amazing, tastes amazing, it’s just so nice here.” You looked back up at him, your noses almost touching as you smiled at him. “Thank you for bringing me.”’ Bakugou's eyes darted between yours, “I’ll take you other places too.” He said. You smiled widely, “Promise?” you asked. Bakugou slid his hand to cup your jaw, bringing you closer to him, “Promise.” He said back. You hummed and shook your head, “You’re too slow.” You said. Bakugou grinned, finally leaning the rest of the way to kiss you. You smiled into the kiss, turning to fully face him, sliding your arms up, and resting them on his shoulders. The boy was surprisingly gentle at first, but his hands traveling to your hips, gripping at you, was telling you he was impatient, but holding back. Pulling back from each other, you grinned at the boy, earning you a smile back. You leaned back in, catching him in a kiss again, and from the smile on his lips, and the kissing back, you could tell he was more than happy to continue.
Going back to the dorms hand in hand, you were both laughing. Laughing together as you walked into the dorms, you were both spotted by your classmates. Sero whistled, “Looks like it was a lot of fun!” he commented. You smiled, “It really was, the food was so good!” you said. Bakugou leaned in from behind you, “Just the food?” he whispered. Trying to hold back your smile from growing, you bit your lip, lowering your head, “Shut up, idiot.” You said. Mina grinned ear to ear, “Looks like it was more than just good.” She teased. Feeling Bakugou go in for another whisper, you nudged him, “It was amazing, I definitely recommend it.” You said. Before anything more could be said, Bakugou pulled back on your waist, “We’re going now.” He said. You walked backwards with him, “We’ll talk to you guys later!” you called, as he practically dragged you away. Getting to the elevator, you pushed against Bakugou, “I’m going to bathe first, so let go for a bit.” You laughed, leaning up to land a kiss on his cheek. Bakugou smirked, rolling his neck and leaning to the side, he snaked his arm back around your waist, bringing you to his chest, “Don’t be long.” He said, bringing you in for another kiss. You smiled as you pulled away, “Sure thing, Attachment Issues.” You teased. Finally getting to the baths, you were sitting in the water, soaking, and smiling to yourself. Bringing your fingers to your lips, you couldn’t help but giggle, you felt so intensely happy. Your chest felt full, and fluttery, you hated it, but as you think it, you just smiled. But echoing in your head, you suddenly were reminded, ‘Bakugou won’t be able to go for long without being in your presence and skinship.’ Your smile faltered, but the more you thought about it, the more your worries seemed useless. Bakugou wasn’t the type to express his feelings with words, but definitely with actions. If the quirk accident was going to make him feel like this, something would’ve happened a lot sooner. You sighed, tiredness creeping up on you. Hoping out of the bath, you got yourself dressed and headed to Bakugou’s room. You kept trying to tell the butterflies in your gut and chest to piss off. Clearing your throat you knocked on the door, the door flying open and you being dragged in. Why did this feel like Deja Vu? You were pressed up against the now closed door, Bakugou caging you. Looking up you met his red eyes, “Impatient?” you asked. Bakugou snickered, “Whatever you say.” He said. You looked down with a smile, but Bakugou brought your chin up to look at him. He was now waiting for a response from you, and you couldn’t help yourself at all. Leaning up, you caught Bakugou’s lips. Pressing into the kiss, Bakugou leaned into you more, bringing a hand down to your hip. You sighed into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck, playing with the hair at the back of his neck. Bakugou groaned lightly, leaning down to your neck. You sighed again, shivering a little. The boy smiled against your skin, “You good?” he asked. Leaning your head to the side, you caught his eye, making him raise his head. Bringing him closer to you, you leaned your head against his, “Yeah, I’m great.” You said, sighing against him. Bakugou brought you in for a hug, resting his chin on your head, “Tired?” he asked. You nodded against him, but then realized. Shooting your head up, you looked at him, “Wait, it’s not that I don’t-“ Bakugou cut you off with a flick to the forehead, “Calm down, Cry Baby.” He stared at you for a moment and then hugged you again. “You know what I’m like, let's go to bed for the night.” Taking you over to the bed, Bakugou scooped you in the bed, his arm under you as you were against his chest. He groaned and flicked you again, “Go to sleep.” He said. You snickered, putting your finger around to hook on his jaw, making him face you. Smiling at him, you kissed him, “Goodnight.” You said. Bakugou nodded, and kissed you back some more. The two of you kissing each other sweetly before eventually falling asleep.
-Chapter V Fin-
It would seem Calamari has met up with a new friend, at least we do hope they are a friend. Paint Ball seems to be very interested in The Hub, he’s mentioned some similarities and it’s made Calamari very curious to find out where Paint Ball is from.
"I want to hug you so good that every time your heart explodes in your chest like a paint ball.."
Hugs so good that they are explosive 🧨🧨 💥 - eUë
Top 5 cu ships?
Egg Casserole (duh!). Krupp and Edith are just very cute and awkward together, and the potential this ship has is unlimited. And overall I may as well insert that shit into my veins.
George and or harold x melvin. I just think its neat :)
Jerree. The concept is interesting.
Kruppants. They took the term "self love" too seriously.
Paint ball(aka mr.meaner x ms.hutchins). Criminally underrated. Especially with the fics it could spawn revolving around meaner's villain forms.
Btw My birthday is Tomorrow! So wish me luck.
~ Bucket List to Complete w/ Him ~
Go to many museums
Stay out all night together
Go on many hikes
Watch and record the sunset/rise
Create a list of movies/shows to watch together
Go skinny dipping in a pool
Roadtrip together
Take a skill class together
Go on random midnight adventures
Go to a park at night, listen to music and talk for hours
Swing at a park
Get tattoos together
Throw a dart at a map and make a trip to whereever it lands
Take aesthetics together
Take pictures of nature
Stargaze on a roof
Go to musicals
See a Broadway show
Kiss in the rain
Play in the rain
Bake/cook together
Kiss underneath fireworks
Slow dance w/o music
Dance under the stars
Go to many zoos
Go to many aquariums
Go to many concerts
Visit all 50 states
See the Northern Lights
Go camping
Picnic at a park
Feed ducks at park
Splash in puddles
Play with sidewalk chalk
Go thrift store shopping
Adventure at the mall
Decorate for holidays
Crave pumpkins together
Go see Christmas lights
Have a water gun fight
Have a snowball fight
Laser tag
Paint ball
Create art together : paint/draw
Visit Tokyo
Visit Greece
Visit London
Go to a drive in movie
Go to a carnival
Movie marathon night
Play board games
Find a place that's /our/ place









