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"tomura," your teeth are gritted tight enough to feel your jaw ache, "you need to actually try walking."
instead, his arm slings around your shoulders tighter. he stumbles beside you, heavy footsteps make it clear he's more than just buzzed. you probably should've stopped him a couple drinks ago-- but he was having fun. and tomura had always told you that he could handle his alcohol.
that was a lie.
to be fair, dabi's not doing much better. he is atleast walking by himself; but he sways from side to side every so often and when he pauses to look back at you and tomura he stumbles on the balls of his feet. you think the only reason dabi is still upright is because he was given the sole responsibility to carry your heels back to the room-- drunk dabi was determined to see the task through.
tomura's nose finds your hair, his lips graze the shell of your ear when he speaks and he reeks of alcohol. "you smell good," he mumbles. his hand is heavy and all too light as it traces the curve of your hip along your dress.
"and you smell like you're plastered," you reply, grunting as you heave him over your shoulder into a better position. tomura hiccups in response-- seemingly unbothered by the action. his hand continues to travel along the slopes and curves of your figure, pressed tight due to his legs refusing to work.
"hey--" dabi turns back, his brows are knitted together into some petulant frown. your heels dangle by his middle and ring finger, and he uses them to point towards tomura in an accusing fashion. "can you wait until we're in the room before you start fondling our girlfriend?"
tomura huffs, the puff of air blowing past your ear and pushing some of your hair. "'m not fondling."
your eyes narrow as you continue forward, fixing dabi with a glare. tomura and yourself pass by him and dabi's eyes do not leave yours for a second. "don't antagonize him," your voice is low and strained with the weight of supporting tomura.
at this point, tomura's nice white dress shirt is loose-- the tie is unknotted and dangles against his chest. he stole a hairtie from your purse earlier and pulled his hair up, but some strands still hang in front of his eyes. dabi's halfway undressed as well-- the sleeves of the turtleneck are pushed up to his elbows and he's untucked from the slacks you picked out for him earlier.
and it was a simple PLF event. it was supposed to be.
the skin of your ass is suddenly warm-- dabi's hand is firm on the opposite cheek where you aren't carrying tomura. your cheeks flush-- but your embarassment is outweighed with mild irritation. before you can open your mouth to scold him, dabi's head dips next to yours. his breath is warm, and while both men smell heavily of alcohol, dabi has that lingering smoky scent that mixes a little too well.
"if he gets to touch you, so do i," he mumbles into your ear. there's an underlying command in his tone and it forces your mouth to stay shut.
whatever, you're thinking to yourself. whatever gets us to the room faster and in one piece.
with these two idiots, that statement proved harder than you truly thought it was. at least either of them won’t remember a thing in the morning.
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⋆˚࿔ when courage calls
when a stupid bet leads to you try and befriend hitoshi shinsou
contains: the typical bet trope but spun around, pre-relationship, mutual pining, implied bi!reader, gn!reader, bi!denki mentioned (projecting sorry)
authors note: part one is the set up so u don’t have to read it.
(i got carried away writing out reader, denki, mina, and hanta's friendship dynamic not sorry)
part two is when reader interacts with shinsou.
part one word count: 1.2k
total word count: 3.7k
you lay lopsided on the class a common room couch. the sun had already set leaving you and your friends in a comfortably dim lit space. hanta slouched on the couch close beside you, toothpick twiddling along as lip as he scrolled on his phone. mina was sitting against the couch, hands drawn up to play with the ends of your hair.
“whaattt do you mean?” the pink girl raised her head to focus on denki’s words, eyes slowly dragging away from your hair and to him. you had been trying to tune out their conversation and relax, but denki’s loudness and mina’s love for drama made it very difficult to be incurious about.
denki scrambled to sit up from his starfish-like position on the ground and leaned closer to the two of you, “i can always tell when someone has a crush!” he pointed his finger up confidently. “like mr. yamada! he totally likes sensei aizawa!” he exclaimed. you lifted your head, propping it on the palm of your hand. you were interested now.
mina doubled over in laughter, “you’re kidding right?” she giggled, “they’re literally married!” she giggled. denki’s face dropped and mina snorted. you couldn’t help but laugh with her.
“seriously?” denki muttered to himself, shaking his head.
you nodded as hanta spoke up, “they told us when we were like first years man.” he confirmed, barely glancing up from his phone.
“well still! i just had a feeling before you even told me so! my instincts are totally right!” he defended, crossing his arms in all seriousness.
“yeah?” mina grinned, leaning in his direction. “then can your instincts tell me who i had a crush on when we were first years?” she challenged.
denki’s eyes immediately sparked, “that’s obvious. it was kiri right?”
mina shook her head and tilted it back to look at you. she flashed you with a silly upside grin and it clicked.
“me?” you thought out loud, your body unconsciously moving to sit up straighter.
“yeah!” mina said casually, leaving you assumed to was a tiny ‘friend’ crush– she has a lot of those. “and i wasn’t the only one.” she chirped. again, very casually.
“what the fuck, who?” denki squawked, his brisk ‘don’t care’ attitude fading away.
“god, you're nosy.” hanta laughed from behind his screen. “i’m pretty sure we all knew shoto liked y/n too.”
mina was quick to raise a brow, alongside you, “shoto..?” her nose scrunched up as she thought. “i mean, i’d believe it.” she shrugged.
“you don’t remember?” hantas question was targeted to mina. “that one time he asked us if we thought y/n would like to get a bouquet of flowers.” hanta nudged you with his foot and he wiggled his shoulders.
“it was right after we moved into the dorms, i thought it was a welcoming gift!” you blattered out. it was true. you vividly remember how he gave you the flowers and a very out-of-character hug. now that you were recalling the moment you could see the signs. his nervous sputtering, his tinted cheeks. were you really this oblivious?
“right. a welcome gift that he only gave you.” mina said in a serious tone. a flush of embarrassment crept up across your cheeks. “anyways, i was talking about jiro, not shoto.” mina said. “she had it bad. god don’t get me started with the love songs.” she dramatically groaned and the blood ran to your cheeks. you rested a cool hand on your face, attempting to ground yourself.
“wait so,” denki pointed to hanta, “shoto,” he then pointed to mina, “and jiro both liked y/n?” he affirmed.
“this is news for me too.” you muttered, the wave of hotness rush over your entire body now. “no way that’s real, right?” you forced yourself to laugh and dipped your head towards mina.
“oh those lyrics were definitely real,” mina shuttered as she rubbed your arm “but really, you’re a total catch babe! none of this is surprising.” she patted you.
“that is so not fairrr,” denki whined from across you. he leaned onto the couch behind him, throwing his head back and raising his hands. “how can y/n pull girls and guys and i can’t even rizz up shinsou.”
“because you're stupid?” hanta replied.
at the same time mina said, “because you— wait you’re trying to get with shinsou? like purple hair, mind quirk shinsou?”
for a moment you seriously considered going back to tuning out the conversation.
together, the three of you glanced at denki. he just shrugged. “i mean i offered to do his physics homework.”
mina hung onto his words, “and..?”
“and i might have forgotten to do it… but i still!” there was a stumble in his voice, “i tried!”
“that is not how you flirt with someone denki,” you laughed, deciding you'd play into the light teasing. “you do know that right?”
denki let out a short huff, muttering, “like you could do better.”
hanta barked out a laugh, “they probably could.”
“oh yeahh they definitely could hanta.” denki mocked, sticking out his tongue to the raven haired boy.
“dumbass i’ll tape—!“ hanta tried to argue, body moving to lunge up from his spot on the couch but mina stopped him before he could. a shit-eating grin spread across denki's face.
“guys, guys,” her voice hung in the air, catching both the boys' attention. “how about we make a bet out of this?” she peered at you, a curious look splattered across her face.
you mirrored her expression, “a bet? really? that’s kind of cliche don’t you think?” you looked to your other two friends, who had simmered down surprisingly quick. you studied the expressions on their faces, cursing yourself for becoming friends with the nosiest people at ua. (it takes one to know one)
“that wouldn’t be hero like…” you said, your tone leaning indecisive. “i mean, leading him on.. that’s wrong.”
mina was fast to shut down the paranoia slithering in your mind. “you don’t have to like woo him per se,” she playfully started. “just talk to him, be your normal self. and i bet he’ll fall for you!” you could almost see the cogwheels turning in her head as she spoke. mina’s imagination was prone to soar, especially when it came to anything relationship related.
“and i bet he won’t!” denki shot up.
“i…” you bit your lip nervously. you had only spoken to shinsou a handful of times, never overstepping the boundary between classmates and friends. let alone anything romantic.
“hey, if he doesn’t end up liking you then it’s no harm to him,” hanta coaxed. “if this fails you could just consider it as making a new friend.” he shrugged.
“but i bet he won’t!” denki added in a hushed voice.
“shush!” mina said harshly to denki. she turned back to you, “only do it if you want to, okay?” she said.
technically it wouldn’t be wrong. you could just hang out with shinsou, see if he seems to show the tiniest bit of interest in you, and then act totally casual and cool about it if he does! nothing could go wrong there.
“as long as it doesn’t go too far.” you faltered.
“okay!” mina squealed. “one week from monday is the deadline.” the boys nodded in agreement and everyone melted back into the amiable atmosphere.
you removed your head from your hand and stretched back onto the couch below you, wondering what you just gotten yourself into.
part two here
No matter how much you dislike your own writing, I promise you it’s better than AI
Your witholding cookies from me by making me wait for the next ep </3 on the edge of my seat sighhh
the devil consumed my soul while writing this chapter
featuring, denki kaminari
denki kaminari swore up and down you were his dream girl. ever since the day he met you, he knew he was doomed from the start. you were so cool in his eyes, and somehow everything about you seemed to impress him.
but what he didn’t know was how much you would take over his life. sure, he liked you, but he didn’t anticipate how much it would affect him. how you managed to slip into his mind 24/7. how he would pick up your silly mannerisms and habits. how he memorized your exact order at that little coffee shop downtown. or how he would ever so casually mention you to his friends, like "y/n watched that movie" or "oh! y/n likes that too." you were the only thing on his mind.
but contrary to popular belief, denki kaminari was horrible with girls. sure, he tried to pursue them, but did he have any luck other than being friend-zoned and labeled as the desperate funny type? sadly, no. so, he thought long and hard about how to confess to you, even going as far as contacting his mom and asking her what he should do. he wanted to do things right by you; he couldn’t mess this up.
so, when he showed up at your house with a bouquet of flowers and the candy you raved about, asking if you would be his girlfriend, he hoped for the best. he had held this off for weeks, too consumed by the nervousness. his palms were extremely sweaty, his legs felt like jello, and if he didn’t know any better, he was about to be friend-zoned. so when you started to giggle at his dorky smile and answered with the words he never thought he would hear, he was overjoyed. denki kaminari had gotten his dream girl.
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bloom omg hiii! first time in the ask box.. kinda nervous. put can i please request head-cannons as the reader being the mha boys workout/gym crush 🤗
( and can u plssss include bakugo ! only if u want though no pressure :p)
⋆˚࿔ crushed reps
— includes: kirishima, kaminari, sero & shinsou (in that order)
contains: gn!reader, unestablished relationship to established relationship
authors note: sorry for the long wait anon ! n thank u for the request mwah. btw hitoshi is actually delusional abt every interaction you have. he goes home and breaks it down w the guys while gaming.
also no bakugo cus guys i cant but there are so many other amazing bloggers who can and will do it amazingly so pls request and follow them !!!
⋆˚࿔ e.kirishima
eijiro wouldn’t notice you right away, being so immersed in his own workouts, but over the span of a couple of weeks he can’t help but take note of you.
when you're nearby he lifts just a little heavier than usual at the chance to impress you. if you so much as glance over at him and flash him a smile, he considers it a win.
and if you compliment him it makes his day! he tries to play it off but he can’t stop himself from grinning like an idiot. “ah, it’s nothing really! um, i saw you and— you were doing great too!”
eijiro would finally ask you out by putting flowers in your locker and then popping up behind you like, “hey, you're a really stable lifter— wanna go on a date with me?”
once you are officially dating you are also officially gym partners for life.
eijiro falls into the habit of buying the same gym brand equipment as you because he’s now shopping for two and it’s easier.
you two start your mornings by making protein packed smoothies alongside a nutrient rich breakfast. eijiro encourages early runs before work together and you always accept— he wraps a scarf around your neck, insisting that your workout outfit isn’t warm enough.
eijiro is discussing both your workout plans on your way to the gym and runs at any opportunity to spot you.
at the end of the day, you like to take photos to document your progress and eijiro flexing in the back of them has become your new normal.
eijiro makes a joint diet schedule that’s hung up on your fridge and plans ice cream dates on your shared cheat days.
⋆˚࿔ d.kaminari
when denki first saw you at the gym— which was pretty soon after you began going because he’s always distracted at the gym — he lost track of his speed and flew off his treadmill. to no one's surprise, he spent the next couple of weeks watching you, not in a creepy way, but in an admirable one.
you were consistent, confident, and exactly his type and he could tell all this without even having to talk to you.
your high gym attendance improves denki’s. now he spends hour-long sessions at the gym in hopes to run into or even just see you.
denki would come up with the stupidest way to talk to you for the first time. like he notices you’ve been focused on your biceps recently and challenges you to an arm wrestle.
he goes home and practices complimenting you in the mirror, “woahhh nice form— no, that sounds weird. perfect form beautiful! …no not that. you are so sex— fuck.” (and maybe gets a little side tracked)
once he finally makes his move and you accept, he’s genuinely just sooo ecstatic to show you off at the gym. he loooves spotting for you, even if you don’t need it.
denki loses his mind when you arrive with a new workout set that fits your figure just right, literally ogling at you shamelessly. he’ll say you need to fix your strap, no, he’ll do it for you just so he can get his hands on you.
getting smoothies after working out is a new favorite part of both your routines.
⋆˚࿔ h.sero
hanta sees you killing it on the stairmaster and immediately knows he needs you to be a part of his life.
he finds you at the front desk after one of his late night workout sessions, and sparks up a conversation with you. he’ll be sure to include how he notices you really like to do cardio and expresses his fascination for it.
from then on you two have a very flirty dynamic. there’s never a day where he doesn’t compliment you.
he always brings an extra jacket just in case you want to do your exercises outside.
hanta remembers your favorite energy drink, and somehow ‘accidentally buys two’ so he ends up giving you one. this happens more times than it should.
hanta hears music blasting from your headphones one day and suggests making a shared playlist. he’d tease you for your music taste but listens to your favorite albums when he does solo runs or is studying.
the first time you properly flirt back with him, he genuinely starts lagging. “yeah? really— i mean that great, you’re great.”
if someone’s creeping on you at the gym? he’s there in seconds. arm draped around your shoulders, casual but firm. “hey babe, you ready to go?” (he’d do this before you’re even official)
you could be doing two different exercises at the gym, but he makes sure that you’re always in his line of sight.
though hanta is an amazing boyfriend, he isn’t always the best gym buddy. all it takes is waking up next to you, breathing slow and peacefully as you’re tucked under his arm, for him to cancel his 8am workout session. and he’ll beg you to not leave his side when it’s time for you to get up.
⋆˚࿔ h.shinsou
hitoshi first noticed you because you actually wiped down the equipment after using it. that’s it. his knew his standards were already high and maybe you’d prove he wasn’t out of his mind.
hitoshi unapologetically looked you up on social media when he got home that day and physically flung his phone across the room when he accidentally liked your latest post.
he definitely didn’t avoid going to the gym for a couple days after that…
eventually, you two end up at the water fountain at the same time and hitoshi forces his resting bitch face to curl up into a small smile. it pays off when you tell him he’s cute and pointed out his one sided dimple.
hitoshi would only ask you out after you've complimented him a dozen times, he’s dropped a million hints, and he’s 100% sure you’re interested in him.
even after becoming official, hitoshi gets totally flustered if you compliment his progress and will try to cover it with sarcasm. “whatever it’s nothing.” (he’s blushing)
you’re the only person he ever gives unsolicited advice to gently. “if you adjust your grip just a little, it’ll hit your lats better.” it’s his version of flirting.
hitoshi stopped taking pre-workout and started stretching with you in the morning instead (and it has worked wonders for him.)
you’re genuinely his biggest motivation. he thinks you’re cool and wants to keep you around so as long as you’re the one kissing his biceps by the day and he will keep on fighting.
if you’re both facing the mirror, and he catches your gaze he tries soooooo hard to act nonchalant but you can see him smiling to himself and quietly hyping himself up.
sero post tmr !!!! i repeat hanta sero post tmr !!!!!
Fellas, is it gay to cuddle your best bro throughout the night?
why is coding have to be so confusing like i just want a cute pink profile
UR THEME IS SO CUTE!!!!1!!!!!11!
OMG SHUT UP URS IS FREAKING AWESOME????