Lee Know X Kids Room Looks

Lee Know x Kids Room looks

Bonus (cause 13 is an annoying number, when it comes to layout):

❝ 𝐍𝐎𝐓! 𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 ❞ — bakugo x gn!reader ˖ ☁︎ ｡

info : fluff. 1,300 word count. reblogs appreciated!

notes : for the “it couldn’t have gone worse” collab hosted by @luvbub! i’m late but congrats on ur blog anniversary (: & i moved blogs: old url was killruby!

summary : bakugo’s struggle to fight off his nervousness results in the two of you getting lost in the middle of the city. + first kisses & hand holding

bakugo katsuki wears his heart on his sleeves.

it’s not a surprise to anyone who knows him. especially his friends, who watched bakugo freeze up the first time he laid eyes on you with their knowing little smirks. it’s been months since then, months of “bakugo, you like them dude” and “you really gotta do something about this!” before he finally accepted his fate.

but even then, he can’t shake it off. even after you’ve accepted to go on a date with him, flashing him that cute smile he’s grown to love so much, he can’t shake off those damn butterflies. when he first asked kirishima about it, he kindly told him he should man up and ask you out. and he did. so why are the butterflies fluttering more wildly than usual?

bakugo is smart, well aware that he wouldn’t have a single chance at hiding the troublesome blush that was guaranteed to erupt across his cheeks as soon as you took his hand in yours, but he never once thought that it would be this bad.

“katsu…i think we’re lost.”

it takes him a few moments to process your words, brain preoccupied with crude curses and the many failed attempts to rid the deep blush currently dusting the apples of his cheeks.

“…huh?”

his eyes swiftly flicker to yours, heart sinking straight into his stomach when he sees that you’re already looking at him, adorable doe eyes staring into his with confusion. “yeah,” you respond calmly, “do you know where we are?”

with a sudden jerk of his head, he’s looking around, sharp eyes frantically observing the foreign area around him. “what the fuck..” he grumbles, “we’re on the other side of the city!”

he stiffens when you laugh a bit, bringing the back of your hand up to cover the small smile tugging at your lips. “i’m not that good with directions. that’s why i’ve been tryna tell you, katsu.”

you’ve been talking to him that whole time?

the genuine look of confusion on his face is cute at the very least. you can practically see the gears turning in his head as he takes in the current situation, the sweaty hand clasped around your own momentarily forgotten about.

“it can’t be helped,” you interrupt his train of thought, “let’s go to that park across the street!”

he grumbles to himself as you lead him across the road, an angry bakugo slowly trailing behind you while his lips tug into a subtle pout. this wasn’t his plan for today. his mind flashes to the many nights he spent planning this, even learning about your favorite treats in hopes of taking you to eat them today— but he can’t.

“why’re you pouting like a baby?” you tease.

his usual scowl returns almost too fast. you squeeze your hand around his reassuringly, apologizing when a soft chuckle slips out. “i’m fine anywhere if it’s with you.”

“don’t be stupid!” he snarls, cheeks flushing red at the comment.

“well, we can sit here,” you say, ignoring his last statement. there’s a small bench at the entrance of the park that you gesture to, a cute red one that sits beneath a number of trees.

his eyebrows furrow in thought when you suddenly sit on the opposite side of the bench. why’re you so fucking far? do you not want to be close to him?

he rethinks the events of today, mind flipping through each second of the date to figure out the reason. was it because his hands were so damn sweaty? or maybe he was too focused on fighting his demons to navigate correctly? are you…mad?

he inhales sharply. “why are you sitting so fucking far?”

there’s a slow and content hum from you in response, eyes fixated on the pretty tree above the two of you. “…i think you might explode if you get any redder today.”

“huh?” he growls, seemingly offended at your comment as his eyes glare daggers into you. it couldn’t have been that noticeable, he thinks. with the sheer amount of heat that’s been rushing to his head for the past hour or so, he thought he was able to hide at least some of it.

there’s an exaggerated huff from beside you. “‘m not blushing.”

when you choose not to respond, his glare only deepens, angrily scooting closer to you until your thighs touch. “hey. i’m not blushing.”

“you are,” your voice is teasing as you reach to cup his cheek with a hand. his eyes widen when you place a quick kiss against his jaw, only able to choke out a strangled noise of surprise from the way he’s frozen in place.

“see?”

you smile at him, admiring the dusting of red that’s spread all the way to the tips of his ears as he looks at you with lips pressed into a nervous tight line, eyes open with shock. “not—“ he pauses at the unfamiliar sound of his own voice, “not fucking blushing..!”

“are you sure?”

“course i am!”

“then it’s your turn.” you gesture to your cheek, turning to the side to lean closer to his face. “ah, unless you’re nervous, that is.”

your eyes flutter shut with a smile when his glare returns, letting him have his moment and return your kiss. there’s a few seconds of silence, followed by no movement. “katsu?”

“…you gonna do it?”

you wait a little longer— maybe you pushed him too far, after all. with a light sigh, you open your eyes and turn to face him, only to be met with lips roughly smashing into yours.

his eyes immediately shoot open, a shocked “mmph!” muffled by your lips before he violently pulls back, hand slamming against the bottom half of his face as he stares in horror. “dumba—” he freezes in his tracks, “..you fucking klutz!”

he looks all over you, eyes scurrying over every part of your face, looking for any sign of distaste for the way he just accidentally stole a kiss from you. but…nothing? no frown, no tears, no telling him to go to hell? he can barely tell with the way his brain is short circuiting. maybe he’s spent too much time around denki.

your pretty lips are curled in a small smile, looking into him with pure adoration. you think his vision may be clouded with stars from how dizzy he looks— but it’s cute nevertheless.

“yeah…like that,” you nod, eyes peering at his through your lashes. “again?”

his breath hitches in his throat. is this really okay? it had to be since you were asking him for another, weren’t you?

fine, he thinks. no matter. bakugo was never one to back down from a challenge, after all.

“close your damn eyes,” he growls, eyebrows furrowed as he hesitantly leans in.

your eyes gently shut, and katsuki’s lips meet yours once again, eyelids tightly squeezed as he focuses on being gentle, slowly melting into the kiss. he thinks it’s a good thing that you can’t see him now, thankful you’re missing the nervous flutter of his lashes and the bright red flushed across his face for the umpteenth time that day.

you smile into his lips. of course you won’t tell him, but you can feel it. from the wild thumping of his heart against his ribcage to the way his fingers tremble when he gently cups your cheek through a sharp inhale— you can only imagine what he’d look like if you took a peek.

but maybe it’s better to let him think he has his way once in a while.

el mihawk

Minho < MAXIDENT > UNVEIL: TRACK 2 “Chill”

cozy boyfriend hobi ♡ for @captainassmerica

cr. namuspromised, 0613data

namjoon from BTS is narrating the audio guide for ten pieces featured in the los angeles museum of art’s new korean exhibition. he got to choose which pieces he narrated, and for one he chose to talk about rha hye-seok, the pioneer of korean feminism — and he specifically did this during south korea’s current rising incel/anti-feminism movement

link to all the narrations namjoon did for LACMA; other artists he chose include liberation activists, as well as north koreans who were blacklisted in south korea during the anti-communist regime