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[hitoshifan69]

MHA Guys reacting to you accidentally sending

With Izuku Midoriya / Deku, Katsuki Bakugo / Kacchan, Denki Kaminari / Chargebolt, Tamaki Amijeki / Suneater, Shota Aizawa / Eraserhead, Hizashi Yamada / Present Mic, Keigo Takami / Hawks, and Dabi / Toya Todoroki.

[rueclfer]

Hey!! I love your texts! Do you think you could do Sero, shinsou, Denki, and whoever else you want (like Kiri or Monoma) maybe overhearing the reader crying in the room over? Like some comfort?

I’m just in a headspace rn, I get if you don’t want to do it. Thank you for reading! 🫶🫶

feel better anon 🫶🏼 i hope these make u smile (kept it at 3 bc 3's make sense to me heh)

take care of yourself // smau

sero hanta, shinsou hitoshi, denki kaminari

[melanatedkink]

Quiet Mouse

Denki x Y/N

Warnings: missionary sex, soft to rough, vulgar language, coercion(?), female body parts mentioned

Synopsis: You’ve been toeing the line between keeping it together during sex and absolutely losing it. Denki, however, is about to blur those lines. 

It wasn’t that he was bad. Let’s just get that out of the way. The first time you ever had sex with Denki, you two were both inexperienced. The only information you possessed was from perverted manga you happened to read together. You had several conversations leading up to you two tangled up in the sheets, which led to a smooth, giggly session. Denki was an expert at distracting your insecurities with his voice. Whether it be a joke, a reference to a meme, or his high pitched whimpers, your boyfriend was always there to make you stop second guessing what comes naturally.

Denki notices when you hide your face behind the back of your hand after a particularly quick thrust. Before he can let up, you give him a reassuring grin, wrapping your fingers around his arms to let him know he didn’t hurt you. You were always so loud in every other setting. Why did you get so quiet when he genuinely wanted more of your voice? He craved it. He vied for your attention, and making love only amplified that incessant fixation. In a way, he wanted those praises. You were so quick to verbally reassure him when he came home from work. You praised him when you completed missions on your favorite video games together. Was he just not cutting it tonight? Were you sparing him by holding back? He shook his head. Denki was determined to hear you tonight. 

He leaned down, pressing his chest against yours and whispering in your ear.

“Is it too much for you, milady?” he whispered with a smile. 

You let out a breathy laugh, “You didn’t just say that, right now,”

“You keep holding your hand to your lips,” he pressed, as he removed said hand to place a kiss on it, “like you’re having sex with class,” 

Your precious giggle floated through the air as he smacked sloppy kisses up your arm. You wrenched it back, forcing him closer as he wasn’t letting go. 

“Denki!” you squealed. 

“S-sorry I- oh fuck,” His apology was left unfinished as the sound of you moaning his name fully registered. 

Wild, amber eyes zeroed in on you. You who was bracing the absolute worst-

“Did I do good that time?” He teased, dragging his length over the same spot he just rammed into. 

“I - mmh!- yeah you - oh God - you always do good, baby,” you answer, voice like spun silk. 

He slowly began picking up the pace. You two maintaining eye contact for longer than a couple minutes was getting to his brain. Perhaps seeing your eyes while making love was a bad idea as his will was rapidly deteriorating. He dug his nails into the mattress, determined to keep you talking. 

“Yeah? So, what, you were holding back on me, hmm? Afraid I would like hearing you in bed, huh?” With that said, a thumb pressed on your clit, distracting you from no longer feeling his dick moving inside you. Rather he’d positioned himself on his heels, watching you with pleading eyes; nearly whining for your response. “Please, sweetheart?”

“It’s just…Denki I…can we not right now I-” 

He let out a disapproving hum, switching from teasing to drawing full on figures on your clit. 

“What better time is there to talk about this?” he innocently asked,” Not unless you want a round 2?”

You whined pathetically, wrenching your hips away in order to cling to some sort of composure. Though, Denki’s magnetic hands honed in on your pleasure like a lifeline. You couldn’t take the incessant assault. Between him encouraging you with his words, and hands, you were done for. Streams of whorish moans poured from your lungs as your high hit you full force. Denki had to sink his teeth deep into his lip to keep from grabbing his dick and finishing right then and there. As your writhing came to a close, you peeked up at your boyfriend, who had a mixture of awe and adoration on his face. 

“Guess a round 2 really got you going, huh?” Denki joked. 

You were about to throw a quip when you noticed his hard-on. He quickly followed your eyes. 

“Don’t worry about it,” he dismissed, “ How are you feeling? You’ve never lost control like that. I’ve never seen…I never knew you were holding it back,”

You avert your eyes, “I just get nervous. It’s one thing being your girlfriend, it’s another being naked in front of you,” 

He rubbed your knee as he took in your words. 

“Would you like to get more comfortable with being naked around me?” Denki suggested, wiggling his eyebrows. 

You cut off his teasing chuckle by wrapping your legs around his hips, squeezing him against you. You snaked your arms around the back of his neck, giving him a pleading look. He stuttered.

“N-now?” 

[nameless-writer]

Dancing through the rain.

Pairing: Kaminari Denki x G!N Reader

Genre: Drabble

Description: You were on a date with Denki, but it turns sour when it starts raining. The bus stations are closed, so you walk home, dancing through the rain.

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You were out with your dear boyfriend, Kaminari Denki, on a long and casual walk at the park, since the weather was honestly too good to be true in autumn. It was all going great, you leaning against his chest, under his leather jacket as it started to get slightly chilly. But, what ticked off Denki was the water droplets starting to fall on his exposed forehead, some of them getting caught in his long eyelashes.

The rain started to drastically pour fast, giving the feeling of taking a shower or getting sprayed by the water hose. The two were barely running, mostly because since the pavement already got wet and they didn’t want to slip.

“ Hurry Buzzy Beautiful Sunshine Nugget! The bus might be leaving if we aren’t fast enough! “

“ The buses aren’t working from the villain incident, dumbass! “ 

That’s right, a villain with a shooting range of a quirk had attacked and damaged a bus full of victims to his damaging, all surviving. Just your luck, huh?

“ Oh. . . “

That all he said, slumping down at the bus station, all pout and frowns. You couldn’t help but cackle at his change of emotion, as you gave him his jacket to keep, taking his hand and running through the rain, spinning him around in slow dances and like a merry-go-round.

“ What are you doing?! You’re going to get soaked! “

“ That’s exactly the point sweetheart! Just enjoy the moment and let me enjoy the rain, ok? Now let’s go! “

He stayed silent, a lovesick look forming in his eyes from you, but he quickly got back in Earth as you started to run and leave him behind, in a tank top and ripped jeans. He now went from falling deeper into the pit of love, to running behind you with his jacket on his shoulders, worrying about you.

“ At least wear my jacket, Buzzy Beautiful Sunshine Nugget!! “

Overall, the date was pretty nice surprisingly. . . <3

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Word Count: 340

[tojiswh0re]

Part to to MHA boys crying????? 🥺

*this gif does not belong to me nor did i make it

a/n your wish is my command also imma use this one to finish class 1a but if you want any of the villains, teachers or any other fandoms etc just send in an ask, also i think imma do like an organiser page with my masterlist etc :)

also spoilers in aoyama’s one about the forest training camp

characters: denki, shouji, sero, ojiro, aoyama and satou

warnings: angst

denki - the frustrated cry

poor denki would be sad because he feels useless like he can’t even use his quirk for long until he becomes useless. he would just be sat there on his bed crying into his pillow to muffle out his sobs because he’s supposed to be the happy, lighthearted one :)

shouji - the cry of insecurity

he just feels weird. and ever since he scared that little girl, he just kind of hated his face and would sometimes feel that he shouldn’t be a hero if he looked like that or if someone would love him? i genuinly think he struggles to take off the mask when he’s alone and just sits facing the mirror poking at his face while gentle tears roll down his cheeks :(

sero - the tired cry

he’s just tired :/ yknow when you just feel so drained and before you know it tears are just rolling down your face and you don’t have the effort to wipe them away. i think sometimes he gets annoyed of his quirk like it’s nothing flashly or cool like bakugou’s explosions or denki’s electrical currents it’s just tape :/

ojiro - the spiraling cry

i can’t remember which episode it was but i remember someone saying he can’t really be a hero since he has a tail and i think ojiro gets quite upset about that. like what happens if he can’t be a hero? then he’s spiralling down a horrible pit like what’s his back up plans, do other people think this, is he wasting his time???

aoyama - the just sad cry

he’s said before that he feels lonely and no one relates to him :( i think he overcompensates for this by being so dazzily all the time but when he’s on his own he’s just sad. like in the forest training camp he was on his own during the attack and it seemed like no one cared that he was gone. like he just wants a friend...

satou - the quite sob

i think he just sits in a little ball with his knees tucked into his chest and cries for no apparent reason which is fine!! or sometimes he’d get frustrated baking ( i do a lot) and just slumps onto the counter and has a little sob.

i hoped you like these as some of the characters there isn’t much known about them so i tried my best!!

[cloudytamaki]

so, this is how the summer ends • k.denki

⤷ genre: fluff, angst - quirkless au, everyone’s 21, set in LA

⤷ warnings: mentions of sex/implied sex, mildly suggestive, alcohol

⤷ summary: a casual drunk hookup between two young strangers became something ... more than sex.

a warm breeze blows a curl of hair from your forehead and you exhale, corners of your lips lifting into a small smile. it’s almost the end of august; the leaves on the trees are becoming orange and the warm summer winds are cooling down.

the end of an era, and the start of another.

you subconsciously turn your head and look beside you, almost wishing for someone to be there. he isn’t – the cushion of the porch swing is empty. the small smile slips off your lips and your brows furrow; you close your eyes as if the sight’s painful, turning back to watch the trees and sun.

you can’t help the tingling heat that begins to spread through your nose; the promise of tears yet to come.

your mind drifts back to the start of your summer – june 14.

the neighborhood nightclub music is loud, likely booming throughout the area and annoying the neighbors.

but the old neighbors don’t seem to matter as much as the glass of alcohol in your hands and the prickling heat in the back of your skull. there’s a lazy smile sitting upon your lips as you survey the club, taking sips of your drink every few seconds.

ah — there’s your friend, out twerking on the dance floor, getting cheered on by men who are whooping and waving their fists in the air. you cross your legs, the thought of shaking your ass in front of many men seeming unappealing to you.

“hey! can i get another, please?” a golden blonde stranger is suddenly beside you, left arm on the bar counter, a wide grin on his face as sweat runs down his temples.

the bartender sighs, slides him a filled cup, then goes back to cleaning the other glasses with a towel. the energetic looking guy plops down onto a stool beside you, nice white teeth catching the light.

“hey, why aren’t you out dancing?”

your lips flatten into a thin line as you turn to him, “don’t feel like it. it’s nice sitting over here and watching, though.”

“i guess.” he furrows his eyebrows in thought, lips scrunching a bit, “you come here alone?”

“nope.” you sigh, taking a bigger sip this time. “i had a friend come with me, we’d had a few drinks before she’d gone off to the dance floor.” you tiredly gesture towards the crowd, “so yeah. what about you, where’s your friends? you look like you should be over there partying rather than talking to me.”

“they’re all over the club.” he scratches the back of his neck sheepishly, “some of them didn’t come, others’re just.. around.”

“that makes sense.” another sip and you turn away from the blinding lights, “parties are fun for me, just not when i’m the center of attention.”

“i get that,” he chuckles, takes a sip of his own drink, “i know a guy exactly like that. 8:30 pm bedtime, 6:30 wake up.”

“are you serious? 8:30? i go to bed around 12.”

“yeah, i know right? he’s super strict on it too, we all make fun of him.”

“damn, that sounds fun.” you exhale before taking a bigger sip, the burn of the alcohol stinging a trail down your throat. “you have a name?”

he laughs at that, running a hand through his golden tufts, “denki kaminari, pleased to meet you, madam.” he jokingly places a kiss against your fingers and you let out a squeal of surprise, laughing as you pull your hands away from him.

“(y/n) (l/n), pleased to meet you too, denki kaminari.” you nod at him, drinking the last of your empty glass.

you both ask the bartender for more, and when you both stumble on your words in fear of interrupting each other, you decide to go against each other in a drinking challenge – five shot glasses filled with the second strongest liquor on the shelf.

you manage to down four glasses, determination the only thing keeping you going at this point; your cheeks are hot from the alcohol, brain fuzzy, surroundings beginning to blur every few seconds.

“y-you good?” denki doesn’t look all that good either. shit, he looks terrible – happy, but terrible nonetheless. five empty glasses are at his side and his golden eyes are focused on you.

“yeah, i’m fine.. round two?” you give him a challenging smile and he pouts, pushing out his lower lip as he asks the clearly tired bartender for more, once again.

you crack your knuckles and take a deep breath, picking up the first shot glass as you look at denki, nodding at the same time. you bring it to your lips and suck all the liquid down, almost feeling its burn in your spine when it goes down your throat.

another shot glass, then another – before you know it, you’re swaying on your feet like an idiot, brain spinning, muscles loose. you glance towards denki and you wonder why you’d let yourselves get so inebriated.

“damn, that was fun!” he’s slurring on his words and you bring a hand to your head, sighing.

“jesus christ, i need to sit down.” you both stagger towards a staircase, not caring about how idiotic you look while doing so.

you’re about to pop the dreaded question—how’re we getting home?—when he speaks instead, tilting his head back with a yawn-sigh.

“i’m horny.”

and that’s when you really notice something about him; his jawline is sharp and young, his lips pink and parted, his skin flushed from the drinks, his golden eyes piercing.

you find yourself saying something you’d never imagined would leave your lips, “i can help with that.”

“really? you?” he turns his head towards you and points to you almost accusingly.

you shrug, “i think it was the drinks, but yeah, me. don’t wanna pass up a good offer.”

he seems to think about it while you take a quick look at your phone. “11:48 pm – you stay horny or not, your choice.”

“okay.” denki does some jazz hands and you roll your eyes, “sure. i think there’s some upstairs rooms over here.” you both stand and turn, ascending up the stairs, deciding to walk into a decent looking room.

“so ...” you stand there awkwardly, surroundings spinning but you manage to look over to denki, who’s equally confused. “you said you were horny.”

“and you said you could fix that.” the both of you are standing there, looking at each other, not fully knowing what to do, so you decide to get the ball rolling.

walking over to him, you begin to plant kisses along his jaw and down his neck. he lets out a small whine when you pull away, but you’re feeling more confident when you look at him again.

“kiss me.”

you almost laugh at your confidence that night; you started off sitting alone with a cup of alcohol, not even planning to get drunk – where the fuck did that even come from?

a cooler breeze hits your skin this time, carrying the scent of nearby cooking. smells like some sort of pie, you guess, rubbing your hands over your thighs in remembrance of that drunken hookup. deciding to go inside, you slide off the porch swing, walking over to the back door, twisting the knob and heading inside.

the elevator comes surprisingly fast when you push the button; stepping in, you punch in the number five and wait as you’re lifted above all the other floors.

you take out your keys and step out of the elevator when it dings, walking down the hall to your door, inserting the keys and walking inside.

it’s cold, as expected.

sighing, you toss your keys onto the counter and open the cabinets, rooting around for some food. you come out with a packaged ramen cup; you open it and fill it up with water, then pop it into the microwave.

you lean against the stove as you wait; two minutes and the microwave beeps, you take out your hot food and grab a spoon, walking over to the kitchen table, switching on a light.

you eat alone, in silence.

“oh shit!” you practically throw yourself out of the twin-sized bed; your bare ass is on the cold floor and you’re frantically gathering as much of the sheet as possible, pulling it against your naked chest.

from the other side of the mattress, there’s a girlish scream and a head of golden blonde hair pops up, amber eyes wide with surprise and panic.

“who are you?” your hand comes up to your forehead to ease the pounding in the back of your head. “wait.” something clicks and some tension leaves your shoulders as you point at him, “aren’t you that kid from last night?”

“i’m 21, thank you very much.” he scoffs in disbelief, “how do you not remember me? you were literally moaning my—”

“okay!” you cut him off quickly, cheeks warming up in embarrassment as your brows furrow, “i ... drank too much.”

“same here.” he stands up, unintentionally putting himself on display, “where are we? i can’t remember going—”

“denki!” you practically scream, shielding your eyes, “please put some damn pants on!”

“sorry.” you hear some movement and rustling before the sound of a zipper, “there. what about you? you’re naked too.”

“i know, give me a minute...” you look around and locate your underwear and jeans. you slip them on, clasping your bra and throwing on your shirt.

you stand up, face to face with denki; his neck is spotted with love bites, his hair tousled, cheeks a light pink. “we.. should probably get going.” you grab your dying phone and check the time, “oh my god, it’s 10:15, i’m late for work.”

“you work on saturdays?” your relax at the question, exhaling in relief.

“no, not on saturdays. i thought it was friday or something.” you laugh but a stab of pain shoots from your head all the way through your body.

“how much did we drink last night?” you turn to the golden blonde, who sighs as he opens the door.

“i have no idea, i was gonna ask you. but we drank something strong.”

“i’m surprised we didn’t puke.” you both walk down the staircase, surprised to find that the club’s empty; pretty sunrays peek through the windows and dust floats in the air around you.

“well, i didn’t, but you did.” denki’s hand is at the back of his neck and he turns away from you in embarrassment, shuddering.

you cringe at what he’s insinuating, closing your eyes for a brief second. “um.. i’m sorry.”

“it’s fine,” he feels kind of weird asking, “where are you going?”

“well, i was planning on heading to my apartment, which you don’t typically do with a one-night stand, but i guess i can make an exception for you.”

“i’m getting special treatment? i’m flattered.”

you roll your eyes as you open the door, squinting when the sun hits your face, “it’s the least i can do in exchange for the fun last night.”

denki bursts out into laughter, wiping faux tears from his eyes while you stand there, watching him. when his laughs finally slow down and he’s standing upright again, you elbow him in the ribs.

“looks like we’re gonna be walking a few blocks. we’d better hurry before it gets hot.”

“you don’t have a car?”

a glare from you is enough of an answer for him.

you throw the empty cup into the garbage, the spoon into the sink. you walk into your bedroom and water your plants on the windowsill, wishing that night would come fast.

it’s only 6:52 pm, and the sun sets at 7:30. before, time never felt so slow – probably because you had someone to spend it with. 

your lips pull into a frown and you place the green watering can back on the windowsill, huffing out a sigh. when had you gotten so damn lonely?

the second week of knowing denki and you’re holding onto his hand tightly as you walk through the dark field, ignoring his protests of ‘it’s dark!’ and ‘what if there’s wolves out here?!’

“calm down already! look, we’re almost there!” you point ahead and he shrieks.

“but there’s no light! seriously, we’re gonna get eaten by wolves or maybe even hawks!”

“jesus christ, denki. there’s no wolves out here, and hawks can’t grab us.” you aren’t fully sure about the wolves, but it’s just a white lie.. that he doesn’t need to know.

“are you sure?”

you stop, turning to him, looking him directly in the eyes. “come on, have some faith in me.”

denki slowly nods, visibly relaxing. you keep walking; it’s silent for the next few minutes, and eventually you finally come to a stop in an area where you can perfectly see the moon.

“why’d we stop?”

he stands before you, watching curiously as you grab a branch and wink at him.

“just watch.”

slowly, you sweep the branch over the grass, and fireflies rise in the air around you. a faint buzz fills the air as they float around you both; you sit down beside him.

denki’s eyes are half-wide in appreciation, lips parted. he turns his head to you, voice much calmer than it was earlier. “it looks.. magical.”

he was right, it did look quite magical that night. you check the time on your phone, 7:05 pm – just a little longer, you can make it.

placing the phone on your chest, you sigh as you close your eyes, letting your mind wander again.

“uhh, i don’t know about this...” this time you’re the one who’s hesitant to do something with him, worry consuming your mind as you sit on the side wall of the apartment.

“come on, you can do it! just glide.” denki excitedly holds a hand out to you and you pull your bottom lip between your teeth in worry, but you reluctantly nod and grab it.

his hand’s warm and soft when he pulls you up onto your feet, flashing you his all too familiar grin. “you’ll be fine, i’ve got you.”

your skin warms at his words and you decide that rollerskating with him is worth the effort. “okay.. so you just go forwards and gently push off each time?”

“pretty much, look.” he demonstrates proudly, you give him some applause before copying his exact movements, and surprisingly, you don’t fall.

“there you go! okay, come on, i wanna show you somewhere cool i found earlier!” he grabs your hand and skates forward so quickly you panic, unable to do anything else but glide with him.

“oh my god, don’t go so fast! you’re gonna run into a streetpole!”

“no, i won’t, i’ll be fine! come on, i think you’ll like the boba place i found!”

you open your eyes, checking your phone again – 7:32, just in time for the sunset. you get off your bed and start to walk out of your room, but a red gleam catches your eye – you turn to see the red rollerskates you wore with denki.

ignoring the pang in your heart, you grab a jacket and head out of your apartment, locking the door behind you before heading into the elevator.

you’re heading to the highest floor; up there, you’ll be able to get to the roof.

after punching in number eight, you lean against the wall, looking at your hands. a ding alerts you that you’ve arrived; you step out of the elevator and open the door at the end of the hall, walking up the small metal staircase – finally, you’re here.

you don’t make any moves to sit; that’s something new. instead, you stand on the roof, hands in your pockets as you watch the swirling plethora of colors dissolve into darkness in front of you.

“how long have you been living here?” denki shakes his head, droplets of water hitting your skin and you release a small laugh, stepping away from him.

“about four years or so.. it’s nice, isn’t it?”

“yeah, it is. it’s.. always awake, you know?”

“oh yeah,” you chuckle, understanding what he means about the city, “always. there’re cars going at 3 in the morning all the time. so many places are open to eat, it’s nice they cater to people’s late night cravings.”

“true.” he looks up at the leafy branches in thought, “i like citylife. it’s kinda boring if everything’s slow paced and sleepy.”

the rippling lake water catches the sunlight, glittering in the late afternoon sun. the field’s light green and grassy, all flat except for the few lone apple trees that dot its surface.

“sometimes you have to step away from the city to really enjoy nature.” you stand up and grab a red apple off a lower branch, taking a bite and offering it to him.

“they’re sweet, y’know.”

denki gives a huff, “i know what apples taste like.” he bites into the fruit, humming at its taste. he hands it back to you and you take another bite, savoring the fresh, crisp taste.

you sit down beside him, tilting your head back to look up at the different branches above you. your hair’s still damp from the swimming, your skin dewy with droplets of water.

“should we go back in?” you question, looking out towards the lake.

“only if we’re skinny dipping.”

“it’s.. light out. you’re supposed to go in the dark.”

“so?” denki grabs your hand and brings you up, “come on, it’ll be fun!”

you lay back with a sigh, arms crossed behind your head as you stare up at the cloudy night sky, unable to see any constellations due to the clouds and city light.

the moon peeks out from behind the clouds, almost shy to reveal its full light.

a rush of sadness fills your chest and you move your feet, not wanting to remember the particularly painful memory made right here.

“you’ve been silent all night, denki. what’s up with you?” his hand finds yours and gives it a squeeze.

“i’m sorry.”

“for what?”

“for not telling you something i should’ve told you sooner.. i’m heading back to japan tomorrow.”

you don’t respond but your heartbeat quickens as you look up at the sky. “why are you going to japan, denki?”

“because.. i live there. i come here every summer from the beginning of june to the end of july with some friends.”

“so you won’t be able to...” your voice fades in realization.

“we can call and text! we both have phones, right?” he’s trying to be cheery.

“it’s not the same,” you say, voice suddenly strained, “you’re.. what, sixteen hours ahead of me? it wouldn’t work, it’d be inconvenient for both of us.”

“here, i have an idea. give me your phone.” he hands you his, which is open to the ‘create a new contact’ page; you do the same, now sitting up.

you type in your phone number and a small note, then hand it back to him.

denki seems quite invested in his typing; it takes him a few good minutes before he’s finished. “don’t open the note ‘til i’m gone, okay?”

it seems you’d never opened it. why not? you take out your phone to open it, reliving your last memory.

“call me, okay?” denki’s grinning again, giving you a tight hug before getting on the plane. you’re wondering why he’s so happy – it’s a facade, of course. smiling always fends off the tears, right?

when he’s about to pull away, he realizes how you’re not letting go, head buried in his neck. “denki, be safe. don’t forget anything on the plane, okay?” your voice is light and you’re trying to joke with him, but he can sense that unsteadiness.

he hugs you tighter, tears forming in his eyes. “i love you.”

a weak sob escapes your lips and the tears start rushing out of your eyes. “i love you too, please be careful.”

you hadn’t spoken to him since that morning – three weeks ago. why hadn’t you stayed in touch?

the note opens and you immediately read it, tears welling up in your eyes.

‘to y/n, the most amazing girl i’ve ever met.. i’ve enjoyed it all, from the most awkward morning of my life to the first time i’ve ever gone up on a roof with someone. it’s been really fun, i’m going to miss this. i get it if you don’t wanna stay in touch; it’s too painful sometimes, you know? but aside from our adventures, i’ve really enjoyed bonding with you as a person. you’re funny, sarcastic, and all around amazing. i love you - see you next summer.’

he was right in his message; it is too painful to stay in touch sometimes. you exit the contacts list, wiping at your eyes and smearing your makeup as you open the messaging app, beginning to type out a message,

hey, i miss you.

taglist // @sobaluvr​ @bbytamaki​ 

[pasteldaze]

Sparks of Love - Chapter 1 (Part1)

I'm about to kermit suicide...

Taglist: @idktootbh @txmaki0 @lexx-ee @strawb3rry-babe

[spacebunnywrites]

Pikachu, I Choose You

Pairing- DenkixGN!reader Contains: pure tooth-rotting fluff, mentions of past smut, its almost entirely fluff yall, some mild angst… but it gets fixed I promise! AN: Y’all This was too fucking cute to not write. We stan BNHA Pikachu in this house. Okay? Happy Endings Only Club Tags: @hisoknen​

Legs tangled together beneath black sheets, his arm draped loosely over your chest. It was always like this after you two finished. He demanded to snuggle you, making sure he hadn’t actually hurt you while you two were going at it. Softly rubbing at your hips to ease the discomfort from being folded literally in half. Kissing your neck tenderly as he tries to release any tension he might have caused. You always gave him a half-hour of this. You said it was for him, that he needed it. But truth was, you wanted it. You couldn’t help but preen under the attention he paid to your blissed-out body. The way he thumbed over any marks he left, leaving butterfly kisses in his wake. Whispering softly how much he liked spending time with you.

You were falling for Kaminari Denki. The man you swore would remain just a fuck buddy. He told you when this started he wasn’t a settle down type. That he had too many hoes to satisfy to just settle down. And in the beginning you were content with that. Happy even. But as the months went on you couldn’t help the feelings that grew. It wasn’t your fault that every time he sent you a dumb meme your heart fluttered. Every time a cringy Tik Tok was sent your way laughter bubbled out. The selfies he sent on Snapchat with animal filters and voice changes melted your resolve. You were royally fucked.

More so when you moved to leave the bed. Ready to gather your hopelessly strewn clothing and preform the walk of heart breaking shame. Only this time, a soft hand reached for your wrist. “Hey, uh… It’s getting pretty late.” It really wasn’t. You’ve walked home later than this. “Crash here tonight? Bed’s plenty big for both of us.” The usually cocky blonde you had fallen for looked sheepish. Almost scared. A look that you hated seeing on his face. Not to mention leaving after he asked you so kindly to stay would break your heart.

Which is how you ended up with the blond using your chest as a pillow. Sleeping nearly on top of you. The softest of snores leaving him, while you ran your fingers over his bare back. Neither of you had gotten dressed last night, a fact you become very aware of when there is a knocking on his bedroom door when the sun starts to filter in through the drawn curtains.

“Denki! You promised we would hang out today. I miss my Pikachu!” A femenine voice. Someone who obviously belonged more than you did, because she clearly had a key to the apartment. Before Denki could rouse entirely, you were pushing him off. Hissing at him to go hang out with his hoe while you got dressed. He didn’t understand why you were mad? It was just Mina. Not that you had ever met the pink haired girl. To you she was just some girl coming to fuck Denki. Hang out was the code word he used with you when he wanted a booty call.

How could he have been so brazen to ask you to spend the night. Especially when he knew he had a booty call lined up for the crack of dawn! The blond hopped into a pair of lounge pants, nearly falling on his face in the struggle to get to Mina. Meanwhile you calmly collected the haphazardly thrown pieces belonging to you, and put them on slowly. As you left the room belonging to Denki, you saw a strange scene. The pink haired girl had his head in her lap, and tears openly fell down his face. Muttering that he fucked up.

“Den- Kaminari… are you okay?” Your head tilted. You fought the urge to go console him. Obviously the booty call had him. But he choked out a broken sob and shook his head no. Motioning you over. You didn’t want to be anywhere near his next lay, but you wanted him. So you relented. Kneeling in front of him, pushing back blond hair.

“Its only you. I cut everyone else off weeks ago. It’s just you. I know you don’t like me at all… that I’m just a good lay for you. But… Fuck, I want you. I want to parade you around and let all my friends meet you. It’s why Mina came over. She wanted to meet my Cubchoo.” You melted at the nickname. Remembering the brutal cold you had that earned the nickname from him. He took care of you then, always handing a tissue when your nose ran. Or asking if your soup needed reheating. But he had to be lying… he had been only seeing you? For weeks.

“You idiot. Pikachu, I choose you. Every damn time I choose you. Denki, I’ve been in love with you for weeks.”