If I See ONE More Person Selfship With One Of My Boyfriends I Will Scrually Get A Clairo Cut And Show

Krbk and yuri beamed krbk

denki x “weird”, funny extroverted reader who sometimes makes dirty jokes

fem/gen reader

headcanons/drabble?

you make me blush ₊˚ෆ

contains: suggestive jokes

authors note: thank you for requesting! i hope this is what you had in mind!! this is the first req ive ever done ( ˵ •̀ ᴗ •́˵) i loveee denki and whenever i write for him it just makes me giggle

you and denki kaminari were a perfect pair — both extroverted, funny, and got along with everyone. although you were a bit more chaotic and unhinged than him, denki adored you. but he wasn’t the biggest fan of how shy you made him feel, like a nervous middle school boy.

at every social event, you knew everyone, bouncing from one conversation to the next. people gathered around you, laughing at your jokes. he couldn’t help but watch in awe, thinking, "that's my girl." you were like a magnet, drawing everyone in effortlessly.

during karaoke night, you volunteered to sing first and dedicated a corny love song to him. denki blushed, scratching his head nervously but loved every second. “you’re gonna be the death of me,” he muttered, flustered but charmed.

you also had a habit of flirting with him at the strangest times, like when you were training together. both of you were out of breath when you teased, “y’know, we could always improve our stamina by doing something else.” denki froze, bright red. “w-what? do you mean…?” he stammered, brain short-circuiting.

or when you were assigned a project together, playfully asking, “how about we go to your dorm tonight and work on the project?” you shot him that grin, looking at him like he was dessert. it took him a moment to process, but when it clicked, he was beyond excited. “seriously?” he asked, bouncing on his feet, hoping you weren’t teasing him.

you squeezed his hand, laughing at how adorable he was. “yeah, I’m serious,” you said. “unless you’re scared?”

“scared?!” he exclaimed, puffing out his chest. “pfftt.. im not scared.”

that night, in his dorm, with half the project undone and the rest forgotten, denki couldn’t help but feel lucky. chaotic and unpredictable — but you were exactly what he needed. despite how nervous you made him, he wouldn’t have it any other way.

you were everything he could ask for, and denki loved you — exactly the way you were.

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heheh hi bloom did you ever see my request about the reader being the mha men’s gym crush😢

yes i did!

i actually started writing it a whillle back but couldn’t quite figure out how i wanted it to go and got distracted with other ideas so i’m sorry 😣

i’ll post it within the next week! and i’ll try my best to include bakugo since u waited for so long :)

my little things

𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎

pairing: sero hanta x gn!reader

genre/warnings: camp counselor au/summer camp au, fluuuuffy fluff, suggestive, substance use (weed), cussing, implied sexual content in public (making out)

nothing brings out the attraction between two counselors more like late night smoke sessions and the inevitable end of summer camp

3rd years! 📸✌

i didn’t post yesterday cussss i’m pretty much out of ideas! so request some stuff pls n i’ll most likely write it :)

How angry would you be on a scale of 1-10 if I said I scrapped the Sero fic I was making ( for u) to do Denki instead 🥰

zero and i’m not even kidding

in fact! i would cry tears of happiness that you were thinking abt writing a sero fic just for me ommmmg

plus i still love kaminari!

sike guys i decided

SHINSOU POST COMING UP 😛😛

you tried. you really did. it’s not like you didn’t know what you were signing up for—you knew his goal from the very beginning. but of course, being who you were, you couldn’t help yourself. god, why did you have to love him? why did your heart choose him when it was already clear that he was doomed?

every mission he came back from, it was like another piece of him had been carved away. slowly, quietly, he was destroying himself, inch by inch, until nothing would be left but the end. and it killed you inside—watching, helpless, as he unraveled.

your quirk could only do so much. you could take the pain for a while, absorb it, carry it for him—but it never undid the damage. never reversed the scars, the missing pieces, the trauma etched into his mind. and you did everything. you begged, pleaded, insisted there was another way. that maybe, just maybe, the two of you could run—could find something beyond revenge, beyond bloodshed.

but you knew him. too well.

you knew he’d never let go of the hatred that burned in his veins. the fire that would never be extinguished. not when it had lived inside him for so long it felt like breathing. he never looked back. never even tried to heal. he just kept moving forward, fueled by vengeance, becoming the very monster his father created. doing what he believed must be done.

and it wasn’t like he didn’t love you. because he did. in the only way he could. but in the end, that love wasn’t enough. not compared to the weight of everything else. not when it was smothered by the weight of all his pain, all his rage, all his guilt.

and when it all came crashing down—the big finale—you watched it happen. watching, helpless, as he slipped further and further into the abyss. watched the horror bloom in the eyes of his family, in your own reflection, as he let it consume him. letting the darkness swallow him whole, hollowing him out, leaving only a ghost in his place. and just like that… he was gone.

you wanted so desperately pretend it wasn’t real. that maybe there was still some way to bring him back. but you knew better. you’d always known.

maybe in another universe, things would’ve been different. maybe you’d meet under softer skies, without the ghosts, without the blood, without the everlasting pain and guilt. maybe he’d be happy. maybe you’d get to see that smile—the real one. the one you so desperately craved. maybe you'd hear him laugh, feel what it’s like to be loved without all that pain trailing behind it.

maybe you’d build something together. a life. a family. one filled with strength and love instead of pain. something that wasn’t built on destruction, on ruin. maybe you’d get to hold him just one last time. to tell him how much you loved him, how perfect he was to you.

maybe.

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