ᝰ.ᐟ꩜ SYNOPSIS :: after your childhood bestfriend of 16 years finally moved away a new boy moved in who you didn’t expect to like
ᝰ.ᐟ꩜ TAGS :: (highschooler!)denki x f!reader ᯓ fluff ᯓ f!reader sexualizes denki's bulge and veiny hands ᯓ slow burn ᯓ f!reader has a small hand fetish ᯓ sexual jokes ᯓ wc: 3.2k ᯓ proofread! ᯓ series
ᝰ.ᐟ꩜ SONG PLAYLIST :: sunshine ft. SL & FÉ ,
ᝰ.ᐟ꩜ AUTHOR’S NOTE :: f/n = friend name ★ when the music symbol comes up, that’s when you play the music — when you see the symbol again thats when it stops.
ᝰ.ᐟ꩜ TAGS :: @thedailylexi @ghost1789 @secondary-character-25 @its-opposum-sauce (🩵) if you wanna be added
chapter 3: perv and princess
ever since that interaction you had with the boy next door—aka denki, you didn’t catch him often outside but if you did, he always waved at you with that cocky smile. you weren’t sure what piqued your interest about him, but it was something. he was just such an outgoing and fascinating person. from your stalking observations, it seemed like you and him could have a lot in common. almost every night you would watch him sit on his bed, playing his yellow electric guitar. his room was covered with led lights and the color was either a warming orange or a radiant purple. tonight it was purple, his golden hair would always illuminate in the light and his yellow guitar would stick out much more, finding him even more charming.
while you were sitting on your bed and watching tv, you were able to see a perfect view of denki in his room playing his electric guitar. he looked so hot during this time; his hair stringy from the shower he took, the black t-shirt that clinged onto his body, and his black sweatpants that showed off his bulge from an angle only you could admire. if you could, you would just gaze at him from your window 24/7, which is exactly what you did.
you watched him as he sat on his bed and started to tune his guitar. he strummed it a little bit until the tunes sounded perfect to him. once he found the perfect rhythm, he started playing his guitar. he played his e-guitar a lot, and you loved hearing the music, but tonight it was louder than usual. you weren’t annoyed, yet you pretended to be bothered so you could find a reason to hop out of your room and talk to him.
after some time of deciding, you climbed from out of your window, walking on the tree branch and kneeling down to knock onto his window. you gained his attention fast, nearly scaring him, but once he noticed it was you, he smiled. he placed the guitar on his bed and opened the window with a smirk.
“yeah, what’s up?” his voice raspy from his shower.
his voice caught you off guard, making your heart drop for a moment. “oh uhm, your music is kinda loud…could you turn the noise down a little?” you asked shyly, moving your hair out of your face from the wind.
“oh yeah, sorry about that,” he apologized with a smile.
“what kind of guitar is that anyway?” you asked, looking from behind him at his guitar.
“wanna come in and see for yourself?”
“yeah, sure,” you blushed. he walked towards his bed as you jumped into his room. his room was so neat and clean, it smelled like lysol and a cinnamon broomstick.
you walked towards his bed and saw the guitar. it looked so much cooler in front of your eyes. he sat down and placed the guitar on his lap and started to play it.
you were mesmerized by his talent. he was very good at playing the guitar. “your fingers are moving so fast,” you chuckled, impressed.
he paused for a moment, looking down at his hands and back up at you. “oh yeah, they can go really fast,” he agreed with a little smirk.
your face turned a slight shade of pink from his innuendo, making you chuckle shyly. “okay perv,” you joked, “so, how long have you been playing the guitar?” you asked curiously.
“uh, since i was a first-year student in high school, so about 3 years now,” he smiled at your question.
“wow, that's impressive. you're really good by the way, some people might say it's quite attractive,” you admitted.
he chuckled. “oh yeah?” he questioned, leaning closer to you, “so you find me attractive?” he teased.
“I didn’t say all that,” you laughed, pushing his chest back from you with your index finger in a joking manner. he actually was pretty cute, but you were never going to admit that to him, ever.
he laughed and smiled at your denial. "oh come on, you know you think i’m attractive," he retorted, still leaning closer to you.
you continued pushing his chest, trying to create space between you two. "oh yeah? and what makes you say that?" you asked, raising an eyebrow, trying to hide your blushing cheeks.
he placed the guitar on his bed and stood up. “i mean, look at me,” he crossed his leg over and spun himself around. “how can you not find this attractive?” he flaunted his hands up and down.
“tuh, believe me, I do,” you agreed in your head. “whatever denki,” you giggled at him, “you’re impossible.”
he smirked at you. “i’m just confident, there’s a difference, princess,” he explained jokingly while fixing his hair.
princess. that little nickname caught you by surprise, making your cheeks heat up, “princess?” you exclaimed. “where did that come from?”
he chuckled at your reaction. “just a little nickname i’ve been thinking about calling you,” he teased further.
you crossed your arms at him, pretending to be serious. “it sounds a little corny, don’t you think?” you furrowed your eyebrows, still trying to hide your blushing cheeks.
“corny? not in my vocabulary,” he shook his head, picking up his guitar and placing it back onto its stand. “but if you think so, i won’t call you it.”
woah now, you ain’t say all that. “oh great, so i’m forced to deal with you being cheesy,” you teased sarcastically.
“well, being cheesy is the only way to get your attention,” he replied with a smirk on his face.
you shook your head. “you’re too flirty for me tonight, i’m going back to my room.” you laughed and stood up off his bed and went towards the window.
as you were about to head out, you noticed the line of you and f/n’s height still on the wall. you walked over to it, a little shocked. “you still kept it?” you asked.
he looked over to see what you were talking about. once he saw it was about the height on the wall, he smiled. “i mean yeah, it looked like something you and your friend used to do as kids. i would be an ass if i tried to get rid of it.” he stood behind you as you kneeled to get a better look of the mark.
“wow, thanks. it actually means a lot that you kept this.” you turned around and smiled at him. “i’m gonna go back to my room now.” you got up and headed near the window.
“okay then,” he sighed lightly, “night, princess.”
you paused in between his window, your face flushed at the little nickname again, but you tried to act unbothered. “night, perv.” you joked back at him while climbing out the window.
once you made it back into your room, you kept your window slightly open to feel the warmth of the atmosphere outside, and also to hear if denki had something else flirtatious to say. you could see him getting comfy in his bed, turning off his lights and getting into a more comfortable lying position. you smiled to yourself, watching his every move through the window. after some time you did the same, drifting off to sleep.
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♬ it was now the next morning. you were greeted by the shining rays of the sun and the guitar strumming coming from denki’s room, all soothing you comfortably. you got out of bed and checked your phone seeing a missed call from f/n. you quickly tried to call her back, yet the phone rang until it couldn’t, she was most likely asleep. you sighed and walked to the bathroom and started brushing your teeth and washing your face.
suddenly, the idea of going to the mall with your other friends had popped into your head. you texted your friends, mina and sero and they both agreed.
you played your favorite song and then washed your face and ran to your closet trying to find a cute outfit to wear. it seemed pretty hot outside today, so you decided to wear a pink “mental health matters” t-shirt and baggy light-washed jeans shorts with some white sambas.
you put your hair in a ponytail while adding on a cute white bow and putting on some jewelry. you then put some lotion and perfume on, smelling like pure vanilla. as you sat at your vanity, your phone dinged and cut off the music for a second before continuing to blast through the room. you grabbed your phone to pause the song and looked at the message.
2 baddies & sero 💕🌞
minagirll: sorry girl, we can’t go to the mall anymore
you: wait whyy?
sero: fucking aizawa signed us up for a training camp for a week
sero: we just got the letter today
you: oh okay, well have fun ig.
you turned your music back on and continued fixing yourself up at the vanity. another text cut the music off, but you didn’t bother to check it.
“bet if f/n was here she wouldn’t have blown me off like that.” you sighed, turning off the music as your mood quickly shifted. ♬
you walked to the window, jumped out of it and landed on your tree and sat down in between it, lying on the nice soft blanket. you were looking at the quiet atmosphere, feeling the sun burning on your soft skin. it soothed you but made you quite itchy. you closed your eyes for a minute before denki opened up his window, looking like he just hopped out of bed.
“morning princess, what are you doing sitting here by yourself?” he asked drowsily, rubbing his eyes.
“i was gonna go to the mall with my friends, but they had other important things to do.”
even with his low eyes, you could see his sympathy in his expression. “damn, sorry your plans were canceled.” he rubbed the back of his head.
he leaned against the window. “mind if i sit with you for a bit?” he asked, still slightly drowsy.
you scooted over a little bit, “yeah, sure.”
without hesitation, he maneuvered himself onto the tree as well. it was a little tight, but it was big enough for two people to sit together. he sat right next to you, trying to find a comfortable spot.
”soo, your friends ditched you?” he asked.
you nodded. “yeah, i just wish f/n never moved away, she would’ve gone anywhere with me.”
he thought for a moment before opening his mouth to speak again. “do you two still keep in contact?” he asked curiously.
“yeah, but the time zones are a little different,” you picked up your phone to check the time. “it’s 1pm for us and it's 6am for her.”
“damn, that sucks.” he frowned.
he sat there for a moment, trying to think of ways to cheer you up. he couldn’t stand seeing you so down. “if you’re still down to go, i’ll go to the mall with you.”
your eyes lit up, “for real? you would go? even though we wouldn’t be doing many boy-ish things.”
immediately seeing your expression light up put a smile on his face. “hell yeah i’ll go,” he agreed with a chuckle. “i don’t mind going shopping with you,” he paused for a second before smirking. “...princess.”
“don’t start,” you also paused for a moment before giggling, “...perv.”
“okay, okay, i’ll be ready in 10 minutes,” he laughed, finger combing his messy hair, making it even messier.
he stood up and jumped into his room, landing on his feet. he pulled down the curtain so he could start getting dressed. he decided to wear a white short-sleeve t-shirt with grey sweatpants and onyx yeezy slides. once he finished getting dressed, he headed downstairs.
"hey mom, i'm going out with y/n to the mall." he grabbed his keys off the kitchen counter.
"y/n? as in our next door neighborhood? don't tell me you have a little crush now, do you denki?" narihana turned around with a smirk.
his eyes widened with a small blush on his face. "yeah, the girl next door! she's real chill, and pretty, and funny, and—"
she cuts him off, "—and you're practically drooling over her." she finished his sentence with a little chuckle.
"whatever mom," he shook his head. "i'll see you later, bye!" he opened the door and locked up behind himself.
he saw you were still waiting on the tree, oblivious to the fact he was ready. he smiled as he saw your skin glowing from the sun and your face so relaxed and content. “yoo-hoo! i’m ready princess,” he shouted loud enough for you to hear.
snapping you out of your trance, you looked down to see him outside waiting for you. “coming!!” you yelled, jumping back into your window and running out of your bedroom.
you ran downstairs, you were so close to making it out the door without your parents seeing you until your father cleared his throat, leading to the infamous question, “where do you think you're going young lady?” he asked, his eyes falling from the tv to you.
you turned around slowly, flashing him an innocent smile. “to the mall with denki. you know, the boy next door.”
his eyebrows furrowed, “i don’t remember you asking for my approval.” “come on dad, do i have to ask every time i go out?” you huffed.
“yes, but i’ll let it slide this time,” his eyes darted back over to the tv. “now go ‘fore i change my mind.”
“yess! thanks dad!” you exclaimed, running up to him and giving him a hug, then walking outside and locking the door behind you.
denki got up from sitting on the curb, walking up to you as his hands were in his pockets. “ready to go princess?” he smirked, looking down at you.
you nodded, “yeah, let’s go.”
he led you to his car his mom brought him and opened the door for you. you sat in the car, and he gently closed the door for you. once he got himself into the car, he buckled up and started the car and put it in gear. he placed his hand on the back of your headrest while looking behind himself as he backed up.
you couldn’t help but notice how good he looked driving. his veiny hands gripping the steering wheel and shifting the gears sent butterflies everywhere in your body.
“who taught you how to drive?” you asked, your eyes focused on his hands as you buckled up.
his driving was really something to admire. it was like a hand fetishist’s dream. he chuckled at your question, eyes focused on the road. “my dad,” he answered nonchalantly, as if it was obvious.
he didn’t question your staring at first, but soon raised an eyebrow at your gaze. “you staring at something, princess?” he teased, his smirk still plastered on his face.
“i—no,” you looked away in embarrassment. “how come your dad doesn’t live with you?” you asked, your gaze slowly turning back towards him.
“divorce,” he said simply, “nothing personal though. they were just better off not together, and he liked it better in america anyway.”
“wait,” you paused, “you’re from america? which state?” you asked excitingly.
“michigan,” he answered with his eyes still on the road.
he could notice the excitement in your voice and smirked in response. “you’re excited that i’m from america, princess?” he teased.
“i just never met someone from america. what’s it like?” you asked, turning your body towards him, showing full interest in the conversation.
he could tell you were eager to learn about his life in america. he took a deep breath, thinking about how to explain it.
“well, it’s different from living in japan that’s for sure,” he said, “people are louder, everything is just a lot bigger. It’s a little chaotic, but you get used to it.”
“sounds kinda scary but freeing,” you chuckled, “i’ve always wanted to be in the state that’s shaped like a peninsula, you know what i’m talking about?”
he chuckled at your description of the state, amused at how you didn’t know the name. “you mean florida?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.
“yeah, florida!” you snapped your fingers in remembrance. “seems so exotic and beautiful.”
he laughed as he pulled into the driveway of kiyashi ward shopping mall. he pushed the gear into park and took the key out of the key holder. “alright, let’s go princess.” he got out of the car and opened the door for you.
you unbuckled your seat belt and took denki’s outstretched hand that was awaiting you outside the car. once you closed the door, he locked the car up, making it honk twice. “did i mention you look good today?” he asked, looking over at you.
your eyes met his with a cheesy smile on both of your faces. “no you didn’t, but thank you,” you blushed, “you look good yourself.” you complimented back.
once you walked in the mall, denki noticed the mall was pretty crowded, and he got a bit closer to you, not wanting to lose you in the mass of people.
“where do you wanna go first?” he asked, his hand subconsciously going onto your hip to keep you closer to him.
you could feel your cheeks burning from his hands finding your waist in the crowded mall. “let’s go here!” you pointed over to a perfume store.
he couldn’t help his smirk, seeing your flushed cheeks and redder face from his hand landing on your hip. he didn’t move it either, only gripping it tighter. he didn’t say much, just letting you pull him over to the store as he looked around at the crowded mall. he decided to stay quiet this time and observe your excitement as you browse around the store. he already knew this was going to take a while.
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by the time you finished shopping at the mall, denki ended up carrying about 10 bags. he placed them all in the backseat of his car and took you home. once you guys made it home, he grabbed the bags from the backseat, and you grabbed them from him.
“thanks again for coming with me, i really appreciated it.” you smiled as he looked down at you while you were at the front of your door.
“‘s no problem,” he smiled, “bye princess.” he walked down the front steps with a smile.
“bye perv.” you giggled as you struggled to unlock the door for a split second. when you got into the house, you went upstairs into your room and quickly dropped all of your bags before the bag handles started burning your skin.
you sat at your vanity and reminisced about the day you just had while fixing your hair up. yeah, you were gonna like this new neighbor.
Howdy, you, my friend, my good buddy, my pal, are objectively correct. Tangled is immaculate. I haven't seen it since the last time I got sick (we don't talk about it, I have strange ways of coping), but I remember it all.
Okay, so, got Rapunzel, you know she's great. She's full of life, she's awesome, and she's been going ham since the first scene. And she's stuck in a tower, classic her. Then Mother Gothel shows up, and she's I'm gonna say it, looking *fine* but she's evil, so we must stay focused.
After Rapunzel and Mother Gothel talk about how it's Rapunzel's birthday in three days, or possibly tomorrow, we get Flynn Ryder!!!! I love him, he's the best, top tier. And also the Stabbington brothers I think, who suck. But anyways so stuff happens, Flynn shows up inside Rapunzel's tower and gets a cast iron skillet to the face, which is peak comedy with what comes next.
After some hilarity, getting to know each other and a severe psychological breakdown from Rapunzel, her and Flynn head over to The Ugly Duckling (I think). Where we meet a whole bunch of top tier evil folks who I love. And we get the song "I Have A Dream" I believe in The Ugly Duckling. And then chase scenes, and it's just such a good movie.
I think the reason why that movie was so good was because of how they did Rapunzel, because they could have really easily made her a dumb princess, but they made her intelligent while still making it seem like she knew very little of the real world, which is a delicate balance. I love Tangled, it's one of my top three favorite Disney movies.
Also, thank you for asking, I really enjoy talking about movies other people like.
Anyways, thanks for reading if you did, if you didn't, life goes on. Toodles, doodles.
To be frank, the reason why I haven't been posting in almost 3 weeks is because I didn't exactly know what to draw and what to post... 〒▽〒 Even so, the only other thing that occupied me was playing Genshin...
Ah well, lemme get to the point. As you can see, I did experiment with some color with this specific piece, you know, with all the blues and reds. To me, I think it gives off a decently provocative look that makes it look quite... I dunno, cool? I also added blood for the sake of edginess, not because of anything in particular, of course ^_^ And based on the subject of my art piece, you may recognize her from my previous posts as my oc (I'm pretty sure the double ahoge is recognizable enough). I would say she's a decent favorite of mine, one that has probably lived in my head for the last 5 years. So, yeah, that's that, and well, before I end it, I would say that I probably wouldn't post often as I, of course, am often occupied. Though, since this blog doesn't have a lot of traction, I don't exactly worry much (●'◡'●)
Ah well, enough of my yap session! If you've read this far, thank you so much ☆*: .｡. o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:*☆
also, drawing on my school's laptop is pretty fun. i have to rely on my memory to draw literally anything because everything non-school related is blocked. i have no idea if this is the trucy wright i saw when playing the game but it's better that way.
this was made in ms paint, btw, so I apologize for Tumblr hating on pixels and making it low-quality >:c
