hiiii rue i love ur writing i will read anything u write! That being said, any form of Denki smau with exceptionally forward reader who makes him nervous… would be… very swag.
hes so paatheettiiccc but i also think he'd love getting his licks back like he's teeheeing and blushing and rubbing his hands together like a fly behind the screen thinking of a witty reply HEHE thank yew denki nation🫡🫡
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hello rue i am thinking about touya x camgirl gf
i will leave this here for u xoxo
camgirl gf making content in their shared bedroom while touya's sitting off at the desk or whatever pretending not to watch and failing miserably bc even though he expressed that doesn't want to be on video/recognizable on the internet, he thinks its ssooooooo hot when she still somehow ropes him in.
winks. flashing him a smile. asking him questions. would occasionally walk off cam and over to him to give him a kiss or two
"how do i look?"
"what do you think i should do now?"
"do you like?"
All Might Rising - Dubbed
kaminari, bakugo, midoriya, shouto, shinsou, monoma x reader (individual)
you find out your fellow pro-hero is secretly a big fan of yours
notes: maybe suggestive for some. this was a lot of fun to write. i need to write more denkiii
ProHero Bakugou x UA teacher reader (best friends to lovers)
Part 8
Finding Katsuki asleep when you entered his hotel room was crushing. He hadn’t told you he was back or that he was going to sleep, and after enough convincing from Mina you planned to tell him how you felt entirely the good and the bad. But you knew he needed his sleep, so instead you take your food to the living area of the hotel room and turn the countdown on.
Seeing the New York streets buzzing with excitement made you jealous of every person whose experienced a new years in the big Apple. The music and atmosphere seemed captivating and as the clock struck zero and chaos erupts on the screen, you can help but sigh. This is the most depressing new years you’ve ever had. Alone, eating shitty hotel food and wishing your best friend was awake.
At 12:02, you decide to call it a night despite only eating half your food and not feeling the least bit tired. You came to watch the ball drop, and you did even if it was alone as Katsuki let out quiet snores on the other side of the room. So you close your take out box, and turn off the tv.
Moving to the side opposite of where he’d sprawled out, you plug your phone in and kick off your painful boots. You didn’t know why you’d even dressed up in the first place, now you had to sleep in an itchy top and skirt. You figured you’d stay up talking long enough you would notice the discomfort as you slept- but you couldn’t have been more wrong.
The skirt rides up as you lay stiffly beside him, making you pull at it in annoyance while also trying to be still. The shirt was rubbing your skin aggressively, torturing you as you bite back a groan. This was the worst new years ever.
“Why are you twitching?” Katsuki grumbles, causing you to jump, had your silent discomfort woke him? “What time is it?”
“12:12. Sorry for waking you.” You reply, opening your eyes. He was already looking at you, sleep covering his droopy eyes while he yawns. “My clothes are uncomfortable.”
“Why didn’t you wake me up, idiot?” His hand moves to rub his eyes as he pulls his phone from underneath him. “I’m surprised I slept at all with this thing goin off like this.”
“I can sleep on the couch- if I’m moving too much.* you offer, already blushing as he pulls himself to sit up. You do the same, reaching to adjust the skirt again as it rides up for yet another time. “I dressed up- it was dumb and now I’m paying for it.”
“You ain’t taking the couch, I’m gonna get up for a bit anyway.” His eyes travel across the room and to the balcony where New years fireworks color the sky. “Got a good view of the light show- wanna step out and watch?”
You mostly wanted to rip your clothes off and burn them for being so damn itchy- but you nod and pull yourself from the bed. He’s already outside by the time you’ve slid your boots back on, resting in the single chair that furnished the balcony and watching the fireworks with no emotion clear on his face. He looked silly, wearing pajamas and glaring at the sky- but you found it kind of cute, blushing as you think about it.
“They’re really pretty.” You smile, leaning over the balcony as the sky booms with new beginnings. “Fireworks always remind me of you, your quirk looks like fireworks sometimes.”
“Oh yeah?” He rubs his neck, looking up to see the fireworks lighting your skin in a warmth he’s grown to adore. He hated to be that guy, but he needed to know- to finally get some sort of relief. “Can we talk about it?”
Your stomach drops and your cheeks light up brighter than the fireworks you’d been so enticed with. You’d planned to talk to him, to lay everything out and move past this- but it still scared you all the same. He’s your best friend, the thought of losing him over this had made you worry more than you ever had.
“Oh, uhm sure.” You reply, still watching the sky as he stands to join you. Maybe it would be best if you started, told him how you felt and went from there? “I care about you, more than anyone- I do, but you hurt me a lot by choosing those women over me. That’s why this has been so hard for me to process.”
His jaw tightens as you turn to face him, noticing his hands clothing the balcony railing so hard his knuckles were turning white. You felt awful, but needed the whole truth to be told not just the part he wanted to hear. So you continue.
“You blocked me after telling me how you felt, and it hurt too. Then you confessed you’d been in love with me all this time and we didn’t speak for a bit, which also hurt.” You take a deal breath, placing one of your hands over his and seeing him stare down at them. “I don’t want you to be upset but I’m being honest. You’ve hurt me a lot recently and it’s going to be hard to move past it entirely to trust you enough to dive into romantic feelings.”
“I know that, I fucked up and kept fucking up even though I knew it hurt you. If I’m being honest, a part of me didn’t care because you being hurt by my actions got me the attention I’ve always wanted from you.” YOur eyes meet and you can see the pain and hesitation behind his beautiful ruby eyes as he continues. “I know I have a lot to make up for, and even if you don’t want to be with me-I will make it up to you. All of it.”
“I know you will.” You smile, leaning your head onto his shoulder. Maybe this would all work out? If he proved he was sorry, you both could end up happy. “I have feelings for you too, Katsuki. I want to be with you- one day, but you have to be patient with me and prove you’re trying. And not by putting my name on your dashboard. It was very sweet, but I want to know you’re trying.”
“Your names goin on the dash regardless.” He chuckles, moving to look at you. You can’t help but smile up at him as he looks at you with gentle fondness. “I’ll start being patient tomorrow.”
The fireworks in the sky were mere sparks compared to the explosive reaction you felt in your chest as his hand moves to tilt your chin. Time slowed around you, and the buzz that once filled your ears turned into a soft ringing as his face moved closer. You’d never felt gravity shift from a simple kiss before, not once, but as his lips find yours- your entire body seemed to lose its center. Your hands reach out to grip his tshirt to keep your feet on the ground.
His hand moves from your chin to your jaw line, holding you closer as your head spins. Is this what it felt like kissing him two years ago? When you had more alcohol than sense in your body? Was it warm and intoxicating? You were glad you were sober this time, savoring the softness of his lips as the buzz of the street returns and the fireworks bloom to life above you.
“Happy New Year.” He whispers, pulling away to rest his forehead on yours. “The year I get to be someone you love.”
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Sorry yall. I’ve been watching romance anime and I’m in a lovey mood.
Happy New year!
(2 more parts and an epilogue left)
-Parchy💖
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baseball hawks smau perchance..
AAAAAUUUUGGGGGGHH being fwb with the baseball team's captain mhm mhm mhm
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everyone go kiss the nearest butch to you now!!!!!
tiktok reader and bakugo move on together. they buy an apartment, they do laundry. she relaxes into being alive, her eyes soften over the years.
but sometimes, she catches a hint of red out of the corner of her eye and she's suddenly back in that fucking hotel room.
seros been eyeing you up all night- he does it everytime mina brings you along to one of their house partys- minas pretty coworker.
eventually- after catching sero staring for the eighth time that night, mina asks you why you won’t go for it “refuse to be one of hantas whores-” maybe it’s the way you slur when you say it, or the way the words kind of play together but your quip forces you and mina into fits of giggles and the topic is quickly forgotten.
when sero overhears it he can’t even fight the frown it sets on his face- a punch to the gut. sure, maybe he had a bit of a reputation but it’s not like that with you? had you truly thought his constant compliments and lost stares were purely just because he wanted in your pants?
and maybe that’s a part of it- infact it definitely is. but sero hasn’t been able to think of anyone but you while he fucks his fist for months and he knows that has to mean something.
transferring to a new university was nerve-wracking. but finding out on day one that there was no dorm room for you? even worse.
apparently, some glitch in the system left your name off the dormitory list. and now, there wasn’t a single open spot on campus. you wanted to cry, but calling your parents and worrying them was the last thing you wanted to do.
so you spent the entire evening scouring for solutions. a faculty member pointed you to a site where students looking for roommates could post listings, and by some miracle, you found one that seemed decent. the description was short but to the point: “apartment near campus. one room available. quiet. no bullshit.”
it wasn’t exactly the warmest ad, but beggars couldn’t be choosers. you sent a text, got a short reply, and now here you were.
standing outside the apartment door, your arms ached from carrying a heavy box of books and sentimental junk while your suitcase full of clothes sat by your feet. you hesitated for a second before knocking. the moment the door opened, you almost regretted your entire life.
a tall guy with white hair, scarred skin, and heavy-lidded, almost dead-looking eyes stared back at you. his presence was so intimidating that your first instinct was to turn and run back down the hall. but you froze instead, staring up at him like a deer caught in headlights.
“is touya here?” you managed to squeak out, trying your best not to sound completely terrified.
he raised an eyebrow. “speaking. who the hell are you?” his voice was deep and rough, his tone sharp enough to cut.
“i-i’m y/n. your... roommate? i applied here two days ago, we spoke over t—”
“oh. right.” he cut you off, scratching the back of his neck. “didn’t think you’d be here so damn early.”
if you didn’t know better, you’d think he was complaining. but then again, it was 7 a.m. if anything, you must’ve woken him up.
“ya need help with all that?” he asked, gesturing toward the box in your arms.
“uh, yes... please,” you said, relieved and surprised he even offered.
he grabbed the box with one hand like it weighed nothing, and you followed him inside, dragging your suitcase behind you. he set the box on the dining table and kicked the door shut behind him. the place was neat. not spotless, but cleaner than you expected. the furniture was simple, dark-colored, and kind of mismatched, giving the place a weirdly manly vibe.
“bathroom’s down the hall,” touya said lazily, pointing. “kitchen’s over there. don’t leave your shit everywhere. and that’s your room.”
he gestured toward a door at the end of the hall, and you followed him inside. the room was small but tidy. the bed was bare, just a mattress and a pillow, but it was clean. there was a desk and a small closet, too. it doesn’t look like anyone’s ever stayed there.
“anyway,” he muttered, turning to leave. “don’t make too much noise. i don’t like loud people.”
six months later, you’ve realized that living with touya had been an adjustment. at first, there were awkward “hi” and “bye” exchanges, brief encounters in the kitchen as you grabbed a granola bar or nuked leftovers in the microwave. he wasn’t much of a talker, which was fine because you weren’t either. not to him anyway.
but then, slowly, things started to change.
it began with shared dinners. a random night where you’d made too much pasta, shyly offering him some because it felt wrong to eat in front of him while he sat on the couch scrolling through his phone. he’d taken the plate with a gruff “thanks,” but the next night, there was an extra bowl of ramen waiting for you when you got home from class.
from there, it spiraled into routine. dinners became a shared activity, a small tradition where you’d sit across from each other, trading sarcastic comments and the occasional genuine laugh. somewhere in between, touya went from your intimidating, scar-faced roommate to your closest friend. you told him everything now—your classes, your crushes, your petty grievances. he listened, mostly. sometimes, he’d even chime in with advice, though his tone always bordered on teasing.
so when you burst through the door that night, cheeks flushed with excitement, it felt natural to dump the day’s events onto him. touya was already on the couch, two bowls of noodles on the coffee table. his lips quirked into a small smile as he watched you kick off your shoes and drop your bag haphazardly by the door.
“guess what?” you beamed, practically bouncing onto the couch beside him, knees brushing his thigh. “some guy asked me out today!”
his smile faltered, but you didn’t notice. you were too caught up in recounting the story, your voice light and animated as you detailed every little moment.
touya’s grip on his chopsticks tightened. he forced a small chuckle, though it sounded strained.
“can’t believe this actually happened!”
“yeah, well… it’s about time,” he muttered.
but you didn’t hear the sarcasm laced in his words. you were too wrapped up in your own excitement, oblivious to the way his jaw clenched or how his gaze lingered a second too long on your face.
he should’ve been happy for you. he told himself he was. roommates didn’t catch feelings, not ones like this. and yet, every time you smiled at him like that, so sweet and innocent, he felt like the air had been knocked out of his lungs.
the days blurred after that. you went on your first date, then your second, then your third. touya tried to convince himself it was fine. this was fine. he was just your roommate. but you started coming home later and later, your absence stretching into the kind of silence that made his skin crawl.
the noodles he made for you—carefully cooked just the way you liked them—sat untouched on the counter, growing cold as the hours ticked by. he’d find himself sitting on the couch, staring at the door, half-hoping and half-dreading the moment you’d walk in, cheeks flushed with the afterglow of another date.
he hated it.
he hated him. the guy you wouldn’t shut up about, the one who’d taken up too much of your time, your attention. it should be him you’re coming straight home to after school.
touya couldn’t stand it anymore.
he barely needed to put in the effort. you were so trusting, so sweet, and all that innocent yapping gave him everything he needed. your schedule, your habits, even the places you liked to study or hang out. all it took was one stop after his own classes ended to track him down: the library.
the guy was just sitting there, headphones in, engrossed in his laptop.
by the time touya was done talking to him, the guy was pale and nodding, muttering weak promises to do as he was told. touya left the library without a backward glance, his mind already on you.
he got home with enough time to spare, pulling out the instant noodles he knew you loved, the ice cream he bought on the way back. he even set the table, everything arranged just the way you liked it. he’d planned it all perfectly, down to the minute.
and then the door creaked open, and there you were.
he already expected it but it still hurt nonetheless when he saw you—eyes red and swollen, your lips trembling as you tried to hold yourself together. the faintest sniffle escaped, your hands clutching the strap of your bag like it was the only thing anchoring you.
“he broke up with me,” you choked out, voice cracking.
and he almost regret what he’s done. almost.
you didn’t have to say more. he crossed the room in an instant, pulling you into his chest. his hoodie smelled like laundry detergent and faintly of cigarettes, and you buried your face into the fabric, tears soaking through.
“it’s okay,” he murmured, his voice low and soothing as his hand rubbed slow circles on your back. “he’s an idiot. didn’t deserve you anyway.”
his lips brushed the crown of your head, a gesture so soft, so tender, it made your heart ache in a different way.
you melted into him, his arms the safest place you’d ever known. and as he whispered quiet reassurances, a small, satisfied smile tugged at the corners of his lips.
this was how it should be. you, in his arms, leaning on him, trusting him. he’d make sure it stayed that way. you were his, even if you didn’t realize it yet.
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