#It's a lovable explosion in our empty bed

[louislouisrap]

in which uraraka discovers something weird about her fingers

So I spent the afternoon writing a disgustingly self-indulgent Kacchako drabble based off a thing I was thinking about the other day. Nothing revolutionary but I thought it would be cool to have an AU where everyone starts off quirkless and then begin developing powers out of nowhere. 

I blame it on having watched The Darkest Minds on the plane home from Japan last week. Wasn’t the most amazing movie but man it scratched that X-Men itch ugh

Anyway idk if I’m going to turn this into a real fic but I’m at least also going to write Bakugo’s quirk discovery. Also in my AUs Bakugo is a lovable asshole and you can’t stop me

It was a little after six at night when Bakugo rang the doorbell. Uraraka’s face lit up when she opened the door to greet him, like she always did when she saw him, and without fail, it always put a little jolt in Bakugo’s gut. The fact that he was wearing the navy blue graphic t-shirt she bought him last week probably didn’t lose him any boyfriend points either.

In his hand he carried a plastic bag, heavy with beer and ice cream from the convenience store.

“Hey!” Uraraka chirped, practically leaping up to kiss him. She flung her arms behind his neck, and Bakugo wrapped his free arm around her back and hugged her close.

“Hey,” he replied and moved in, as Uraraka suspected, to kiss her. Instead though, his lips brushed the shell of her ear, and in a voice that had no right being as sultry as it sounded, Bakugo said, “I smell pizza.”

Uraraka groaned and pushed him away. Bakugo grinned mischievously. “Yes, the delivery guy was here like, five minutes ago. Happy?”

Bakugo gloated and headed inside. “Knew it.” He kicked his black boots off in the foyer and shoved his feet in the pair of blue house slippers he’d started keeping at Uraraka’s house months ago. “Hey, your roomies gone?” he called from the kitchen as he set his bag down on the kitchen table and removed his convenience store haul.

“Yeah, Momo and Tsu both have classes tonight,” Uraraka replied from the living room as she set up plates and napkins on the low table where their pizza awaited. Bakugo sauntered in with a beer in each hand, placing them on coasters before he came up behind Uraraka and, without warning, grabbed her wrist and spun her around to face him.

“Good,” he muttered, “so I don’t have to worry about them seeing us sucking face.”

Uraraka laughed and her arms returned to rest behind Bakugo’s neck. “What do you mean? We’ve been dating for like six months already.”

“And yet you still get embarrassed and shit when they walk in on us making out.” Right on cue, Uraraka’s cheeks blushed pink at the thought.

“I’m just saying, that kind of stuff should stay in the bedroom, you know?”

Bakugo rolled his eyes. “Sure, whatever, ya prude. But since there’s nobody around tonight, I’m declaring the entire house our bedroom.”

Uraraka grinned. “Until ten-thirty.”

“Fine.”

He finally kissed her, long and slow and deep, bringing his hands up to thread his fingers through her auburn hair. Uraraka smiled as Bakugo’s lips traveled across her soft cheek, until she could feel his breath warm against her ear.

“I hope you remembered the extra peppers,” he whispered.

“Bakugo!” Uraraka shrieked, pulling away immediately. Bakugo cackled and hopped over the couch armrest, putting distance between himself and Uraraka before she could reprimand him physically, which happened fairly regularly, as Bakugo loved getting a rise out of her whenever he had the chance.

He settled down on the second-hand corner sofa that Uraraka and her roommates had bought before they moved in. It was slightly worn in places, which had at first given Momo reservations, but it was comfy and it was big, and the long corner end could be converted into a bed whenever guests came over.

Bakugo lifted the cardboard cover off the pizza box and immediately tossed three slices onto his plate. “You gonna have some or what?” he called to Uraraka, as if he hadn’t just left her hanging a second ago.

Uraraka scrunched up her face and blew an exasperated raspberry in Bakugo’s direction before settling down on the couch next to him and taking two slices of the half of the pizza that wasn’t covered in green jalapeno slices.

They ate their pizza and drank their beer together, watching Youtube videos on the living room TV, also second-hand.

“Movie time?” Uraraka offered after they’d cleaned up the empty pizza box and cans and washed the grease from their hands. Bakugo settled into the long corner end of the couch and patted the empty space in front of him.

“Yeah, c’mere.”

Uraraka flicked off the living room light and moved to position herself between Bakugo’s legs, her back resting on his chest. She scooted down just a bit until the top of her head was low enough for him to rest his chin on if he wanted, which he usually did whenever they were sat like this. Uraraka tapped a button on the DVD remote to start the movie, then pulled her flannel throw blanket over their exposed legs. (She was always quick to get goosebumps as soon as the temperature dipped below 20 Celsius; Bakugo would always tease her about it and would argue that she should just wear longer shorts if she didn’t like it. Uraraka didn’t like that he was always so sensible.)

Bakugo wrapped his arms around Uraraka’s waist and pulled her closer into him. Out of habit he expected her to rest her hands on his legs or arms or generally somewhere on him like she usually did, but to his surprise she kept them clasped together between her legs. He mentally shrugged it off as they watched, enraptured, as explosions fired off on the screen and the cheap speakers buzzed with bass tones that were meant for a much nicer sound system.

Halfway through the movie, Uraraka brought her hands up to touch Bakugo’s arms around her waist, absently rubbing her thumb across his wrist. This went on for about ten minutes before Bakugo shifted up a bit higher and took Uraraka’s hands in her own.

“Hey,” he remarked in a voice low and gravelly that Uraraka felt hum in her own chest. “What’s with your fingers?”

At this, Uraraka immediately closed her fingers into fists and shoved them back between her legs. Thankfully, the light from the TV screen hid her pinkened cheeks.

“O-oh, that, it’s nothing,” she replied hurriedly, knowing exactly what he meant. “I think it’s just like, an allergic reaction or something.”

“If it’s nothing, then lemme see,” Bakugo grunted, pulling Uraraka’s wrists up as she fought to keep her hands hidden. She was strong when she wanted to be, Bakugo knew, and damn was she annoying like that sometimes.

“It’s embarrassing,” Uraraka complained, struggling to keep her arms locked straight. She felt it as soon as Bakugo started seriously trying, felt his chest and biceps tense around her, and she shouted his name angrily when he pulled up her left arm, her fist at his eye level.

“Open up,” he demanded.

“It looks weird,” she warned quietly.

Bakugo rolled his eyes. “Good lord woman, open your goddamn hand.”

Slowly Uraraka unclenched her fist, reluctantly spreading her fingers. With his free hand, Bakugo grabbed the cellphone laying at his side and tapped on the flashlight to get a better look. Upon closer inspection, Bakugo could see a raised bump of skin on each fingertip, about two centimeters in height and covering almost the entirety of the digit. Mainly flesh-colored, with the slightest tinge of pink. They almost reminded Bakugo of the pink pads on a cat’s paw.

“Does it hurt?”

Uraraka shook her head. “No,” she said quietly. Bakugo’s own hands were rough and callused from years of playing drums, and he gently ran a thumb over the bump on her index finger. It was softer than he expected. “I thought they might have been blisters, but I mean, blisters don’t do that. And few days ago my hands were fine, then literally the next day…” She trailed off.

“What about your other hand?”

Uraraka slowly brought her right hand up for Bakugo to inspect. Just like her left hand, he found each fingertip had a perfectly round, slightly pink…pad, for lack of a better term.

“Huh,” Bakugo remarked after a moment. “That is weird.”

Uraraka pulled her hands back down and hid them under her legs. “I told you!” she whined. “They’re really gross.”

“Oh my god, relax, Round Face,” Bakugo huffed, then kissed the top of her head reassuringly. “They’re not gross.” She felt him grin into her hair. “They’re almost kinda cute. Like cat paws.”

Uraraka turned to look at Bakugo. “Really? Now who’s the weird one?” she shot back.

Bakugo’s grin widened. “Still you, Weirdo-Hands.”

Uraraka gasped and smacked his arm hard enough for the skin to sting a bit.

“Oi!” Bakugo smacked back, hard but without malice. He glared at her and she stuck her tongue out at him. Cute. “Listen, Uraraka, it’s probably nothing, okay? You even said it yourself, it’s probably an allergic reaction or something. Quit freaking out.”

Uraraka groaned. “I know. I can’t help it.” She leaned her head back against his chest. “Anyway, I have an appointment with the dermatologist tomorrow so I’ll find out what’s going on then.”

“Well let me know what they say.”

“Of course,” Uraraka replied, pulling Bakugo’s hand up to give it a little kiss.

Bakugo’s arms found their way around Uraraka’s waist again, and he pulled her in tight, making her hum happily.

“I just realized,” Uraraka said, her gaze turning back towards the TV, “we never paused the movie, and now I have no idea what’s going on.”

Bakugo grunted. “It’s a shitty movie anyway, does it really matter?”

Uraraka flexed her toes under the blanket. “I guess not.” They sat for a few more minutes, watching the movie as Uraraka grew increasingly more restless.

“Hey.”

Bakugo looked down.

“Wanna make out?”

Bakugo shrugged and his cocky grin returned. “Sure.”

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Josh Bennett

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Since Isla moved in, I’d been eating better. Of course I gave in return by taking her out to eat. I wasn’t a selfish bastard, and I wasn’t about to take advantage of her. For a while, I suspected Isla had feelings for me, and I for her, but both of us kept the feeling locked away. I didn’t want to ruin our friendship if things went wrong. But I realized there was a great chance of something happening, even between friends, when you play house. Isla and I often said things husbands and wives would say to each other: Goodnight, dear. Honey, I’m home. Love you. Don’t forget to pick up milk. The words flew naturally and we laughed it off, but deep in the recesses of my mind, I wondered what it could be like if we did date. But … but … but … we had crossed the line. I might have started to cross over first, but Isla encouraged it. And damn, she felt and tasted amazing. Fuck! I was going to want more of her. Control yourself, Josh. I had been doing well so far. I just had to continue, especially since I had to find out if Shelly’s baby was mine. And if so, Isla may not want anything to do with me. Regret rippled through me. I shouldn’t have kissed her, but when her bright green eyes filled with lust, and she lowered her gaze to my lips as she licked hers, I gave in to temptation. I’d forgotten about Shelly until it was over. Then reality flooded back. I had to get my life straightened out before I even attempted to have a relationship with Isla. She deserved the best of me, not the worst. After I took a freezing shower, I got ready for bed and debated whether to say something to Isla. We’d agreed to pretend nothing happened, and if I didn’t say goodnight to her like I did every night, she would feel like shit. I knew I would. So I opened the door and shot my eyes open wide. “Isla. I was just about to come see you.” Her raised fist, ready to knock on the door, dropped while her eyes lingered on my bare chest. “Josh. I—I—you were about to come see me?” She smoothly changed the subject. When I raked my hair back, her eyes landed on my biceps. Her longing-filled eyes had me so close to giving in to my desire and taking her in my room. Closing my eyes to contain my lust, I inhaled a deep breath to shut out my thoughts and my dick wanting what it shouldn’t. What I couldn’t have. But shit, Isla. Did she have to look so damn hot in her night outfit—shorts and a T-shirt? She crossed her arms, to hide her nipples no doubt. But that didn’t stop me from envisioning the beautiful breasts I saw, touched, and tasted. Oh hell, I imagined my mouth on them as she stood before me. Her disheveled auburn hair—wild and full—contrasted with her face, looking innocent with no makeup. I arched my eyebrows, loosening up, trying to get us back to the way we were. “Yes, I was, but why don’t you tell me why you’re here first?” I gave her my goofy grin—lips twisted, tongue slightly poking out, and eyes crossed. She smacked my arm and let out a delicious, contagious laugh. When her laughter died, my heart died a little too because I couldn’t have her, at least not yet. “I came to say goodnight. Since we’re starting over, I thought we keep things … you know … normal,” she said hesitantly, eyes darting to the door, to my bare chest again, swallowing, and then to her perfect, manicured feet. “I’m glad you came.” Her eyes shot to mine. “You are?” “Of course I am. I was on my way to your room to say goodnight.” “Oh. Okay. That’s good. Thanks. I mean. Goodnight.” She stumbled over her words. Oh hell. I made it that way. She didn’t sound like my friend Isla, but rather a broken and confused Isla. “Goodnight, honey.” I played along. “Do I get a hug?” I thought to ease the tension between us, but as soon as she wrapped her arms around me, I tightened with the tension of unfulfilled pleasure. Isla’s touch burned through my skin, and her body molding to mine unraveled me. Her lavender shampoo filled my nostrils, and I wanted to take her to bed and make love to her all night. We stayed entangled longer than we should have, frozen in time and space. Then Isla pulled away, leaving me cold and empty. Running her hands through her auburn locks, she didn’t notice she had exposed her T-shirt when she backed away. Oh fuck me! Her T-shirt framed her breast, teasing what I could no longer touch or taste. She gasped and crossed her arms again when my dirty eyes reminded her. “Anyway. I’m going to see my brother tomorrow, and I’m going to spend the weekend with his family, so I’ll see you whenever.” Why did that feel like a punch to my gut? It shouldn’t. She had done that two weekends before. “Sure. Have fun.” “You got any plans?” Her long eyelashes fluttered, curious. “I’m having dinner with Nathan tomorrow, but not much.” She nodded and took several steps back. “Okay. Have a great weekend.” Then she turned and walked away. “You too.” I stared at her fine ass and her long legs until she disappeared out of my sight. Inhaling a deep breath, I got back to bed with my laptop to distract me.

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WATCH THE TRAILER: https://youtu.be/loLaqma2-kgT Nathan Cross is a struggling actor waiting tables at a local restaurant to make ends meet while he attends endless auditions. Though his hopeful career moves at a slow pace, Olivia is the strength and sunshine in his life… until she leaves him. One day, he is offered a contract with a modeling agent, leading him to work for Knight Fashion Magazine—a dream job he never imagined would become a reality.

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SEXIEST COUPLE ALIVE (Knight Fashion Book 1)

Nathan Cross is living his dream. Not only is he modeling for Knight Fashion Magazine, recently voted “sexiest man alive,” but he is dating a beautiful photographer who could be his new future. When he unexpectedly reunites with his past love, his world crashes around him. Two loves. The past or the future: which one will he choose?

Olivia’s past choices come back to haunt her and could ruin everything she has worked so hard to build. Troy has the power to destroy any hope of happiness. She will do everything to keep that from happening, even if it means giving up her second chance with Nathan. Lies. Revenge. Scandal. Olivia could lose it all.

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International Bestselling, Award-Winning, Author Mary Ting/M. Clarke resides in Southern California with her husband and two children. She enjoys oil painting and making jewelry. Writing her first novel, Crossroads Saga, happened by chance. It was a way to grieve the death of her beloved grandmother, and inspired by a dream she once had as a young girl. When she started reading new adult novels, she fell in love with the genre. It was the reason she had to write one-Something Great.

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