Supposed To Be Starting My Driving Lessons But Instead Im Drawing Dumb Idiots In Love

I do NAWT appreciate u enough omg omg I love u I love ur writing

let’s start appreciating each other!!

you, me, a week long camping trip where we discover the deepest inner secrets of ourselves … 🚬

totally causal btw ^^

bloom's my hero academia masterlist! ◝(ᵔᗜᵔ)◜

note: works with w ‘⭑’ include nsfw/18+ content, minors dni with these post!

⋆˚࿔ smaus

melodies of us - d.kaminari

shared spaces - d.kaminari

fratastrophe - d.kaminari ⭑

gently yours - e.kirishima

new piercing - e.kirishima, d.kaminari, h.sero, h.shinsou

flirty and unfiltered - e.kirishima, d.kaminari, h.sero, h.shinsou

confused confessions - i.midoriya, e.kirishima, d.kaminari, h.sero, h.shinsou

sticky situation - i.midoriya, e.kirishima, d.kaminari, h.sero, h.shinsou

boyfriend tag - e.kirishima, d.kaminari, h.sero, h.shinsou

whined and dined - e.kirishima, d.kaminari, h.sero, h.shinsou

⋆˚࿔ oneshots

morning hues - e.kirishima, d.kaminari, h.sero, h.shinsou

tricks and tension - h.sero

when courage calls - h.shinsou - part two: maroon stains

where fire burns and molten melts - e.kirishima ⭑

the synonyms of epitome - h.sero

static hearts - d.kaminari ⭑

an orchid's pollen - e.kirishima

capes and crayons - e.kirishima, d.kaminari, h.sero, h.shinsou

in the near future - h.sero

⋆˚࿔ headcanons

love languages - e.kirishima, d.kaminari, h.sero, h.shinsou

cheer fever - e.kirishima, d.kaminari, h.sero

behind the spotlight - e.kirishima, d.kaminari, h.sero, h.shinsou

hyperactive heart eyes - e.kirishima, d.kaminari, h.sero, h.shinsou

nerd status - e.kirishima, d.kaminari, h.sero, h.shinsou

crushed reps - e.kirishima, d.kaminari, h.sero, h.shinsou

⋆˚࿔ series

maturity of a broken constellation - t.shigaraki + t.todoroki [ ongoing ]

“How much longer is this gonna take?”

“Just shut up and hand me the blow torch.”

⋆˚࿔ melodies of us

you’re the songwriter for denki’s band! he’s the lead guitarist

contains: f!reader but feminine compliments used, pet names

authors note: my first smau!! i had sm fun with it cus i love denki sm :3 hopefully i didn’t fuck up his character LOL

hiii guys i will post an smau tdy! ;)

and hopefully i can complete two more requests this week !!!!

boyfriend!kirishima who makes you his whole personality — it's honestly sickening how obsessed he is with you, and he doesn't even try to hide it. every conversation circles back to you somehow.

boyfriend!kirishima who never misses a chance to call you beautiful, no matter where you are or what you're doing. you could be in pajamas with messy hair, brushing your teeth, or covered in food — and he's still looking at you like you're the most radiant thing he's ever seen.

boyfriend!kirishima who gets ridiculously excited when he finds something that reminds him of you. he’ll send you twenty-five blurry photos of a weird-shaped rock because “it kinda looks like your cat” and he’s already named it. it's now living on his shelf. it's part of the family.

boyfriend!kirishima who insists on carrying your bags, opening every door for you, holding your hand when you cross the street — even if it's just a parking lot. proving chivalry isn't dead.

boyfriend!kirishima who sends you gym selfies, but not just any selfies — specifically of his biceps, flexing hard, with a cheeky caption like “thinking of you 💪❤️” because he knows you love it (and he lives to impress you).

boyfriend!kirishima who, when ordering for you or talking about you in public, casually refers to you as his wife. “yeah, my wife would love the fries” or “oh, my wife showed me that!” and he doesn’t care if people correct him — you’re his forever in his heart, so why wait?

boyfriend!kirishima who’s never afraid to try anything you suggest. even if he’s deathly afraid of heights, if you say you want to skydive, he’s already booking it with trembling hands and saying “as long as i’m with you.”

boyfriend!kirishima who checks in regularly throughout the day. little texts like, “don’t forget to drink water, okay?” and “you’ve got this. i’m so proud of you.” he sends affirmations like they’re love notes, because he wants to be the voice in your head that reminds you you’re doing amazing.

boyfriend!kirishima who lets you talk his ear off about anything and everything. even when you think he’s distracted, he’s soaking up every word, remembering little details to bring up later just to see your face light up.

boyfriend!kirishima who always talks about the future like it’s already decided — you and him, together. “once we’re living together, we can get a dog?” “maybe we can paint our bedroom that color.” he never lets you forget that he sees you in every part of his life.

boyfriend!kirishima who makes you the sweetest, most thoughtful diy gifts. a jar full of reasons he loves you, all handwritten. matching bracelets he stayed up all night making because he wanted them to be perfect. things that take time, effort, and love — because that’s how he loves you: completely.

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good mythical morning ladies

i freaking LOVED your new denki smau 😫😫 aughhhh you’re so freaking cool.

thank u sm ur literally making me blush 😚 i had a lot of fun making it so it was definitely worth it!! if u have any requests or suggestions lmk and i’ll totally do them :P

if it was denki in this scenario he’d be like “can i have ur two lips in exchange for these tulips?” 😜

MORE KIRI STUFF YOU WRITE HIM AMAZINGGGG

⋆˚࿔ an orchid’s pollen

just as you find your artistic inspirations running low, a sweet flower boy sweeps in and gives you a new perspective on things.

contains: gn!reader, pre-established relationship, fluff, written + smau!!

authors note: thank u sm for the request AND compliment?? omg ur spoiling me 🤗 anywho i love kiri and i’ve had this idea for a minute now i’m soo happy i finally came around to writing it. this is for all the students or artist that are struggling rn :) u got this !!

word count: 2.8k

wandering. that’s what you were doing. wandering and pondering. 

the new school semester had left you with a fresh start; a clean canvas that you could fill however you wanted. the question was, what did you want?

even though you didn’t want to admit it, the evidence was there; you were slowly dwindling into an artist block. your motivation was low, school assignments being the only thing encouraging you to pick up your paint brush everyday. 

you groaned, your feet heavy on the pavement. anyone passing would undoubtedly see your pained expression. 

some ancient reddit post you’d read this morning said a change of scenery could “spark your creativity”. what a load of crap.

though you couldn’t deny, it was a pretty nice day out.

you found yourself in a boldly decorated plaza that you somehow never knew was so close to your campus. there was a slight breeze, but it was a warm, comforting one. fairy lights hung from the tall rising lamp posts, lighting up the smooth stone path under the soles of your shoes. beside the lights were mini pink banners printed with flowers, which you knew represented the spring flowers blooming. most shops had large windows, showing whatever it was they were selling on the display shelves. 

you scanned the side of the street you are on; a cafe, an antique shop, a bakery, another cafe. yeah, you weren’t feeling inspired. if anything you were feeling hungry. 

you moved your gaze to the other side of the street. more cafes, a clothing shop, and—.

a glimpse of a colorfully embellished shop caught your attention, managing to stand out on the already brightly decorated street. 

you picked up your pace, trying to get a clear view of the window. 

exploding with color were flowers planted on the window sill. there was a fair arrangement of different types of flowers with delicate shades of every color you could think of. roses, tulips, lilies. baby blue, lavender purple, golden yellow. 

your eyes widened, maybe that reddit post wasn’t lying after all. 

you quickly ran across the street.  

now, in front of the shop, you could see how pretty the flowers really were. their petals were shooting towards the sky, clearly having been grown in amazing conditions. 

you stared at the plants in awe for a moment. the petals seemed to speak back. your breath hitched and something sparked. you moved to pull out your phone, wanting to ensure you wouldn’t miss this perfect canvas opportunity. but before you could, a soft voice spoke up. 

“hello! could i help you with anything?” 

your body stiffened at the sudden disturbance. you looked over to where the voice had come from.

your eyes locked onto red ones.

the pair of eyes belonged to a boy who seemed to be around your age. he had bright red hair that stopped right below his chin though the back seemed to be longer, grazing along his nape. he had a sharp toothy grin plastered on his face, complimenting his soft eyes. you took notice in how he look just slightly disheveled, dirt speckled on his elbows and a thin line of sweat coating his forehead.

the green apron tied around his waist— which seemed to just barely wrap around his large figure —read: “daichi’s flowers”. the pockets of his apron seemed to be stuffed with hand tools; a white pair of what you assumed were gardening gloves, a scruffy towel, a pair of pruning shears, and a pack of seeds that you couldn’t quite make out the name of.

you realized how weird you must i’ve looked gawking at the flowers from outside the shop. 

“sorry! did i scare you?” the red haired boy brought his hand to the back of his hand, rubbing it awkwardly as he smiled apologetically.

you then realized you hadn’t replied to his first question. 

“oh— no! i mean— it’s fine.” you sputtered stupidly. nice going. “i was just browsing..” you attempted to justify.

“would you like to browse inside?”

your eyes narrowed, “welll…”

the inside of the shop smelt like heaven, a mix of pollen and a fruity incense hanging in the air. it only made sense but there were flowers everywhere. hydrangeas in mini clay pots, shrubs hanging from the ceiling, even lotus flowers floating around in little glass bowls. 

the shop glowed with a fluorescent yellow undertone, courtesy of the lantern shaded lights. music from a japan pop band you didn’t know the name of played softly from the speakers above. the excessive amount of flowers led to simple decor, just a couple of paintings and photographs hung up on the walls. your shoes clunked against the white oak floor. it was really nice.

the employee hovered close behind you, not-so-subtle observing your every move. 

you shrugged it off and made your way to the right wall of the store— which was right beside the window display. there, they had different types of flowers neatly organized into wooden crates. taped onto each crate was a piece of paper with the name of the flower written and a short description. you leaned in, reading the script for the first crate of flowers lined up against the wall. 

chrysanthemum — for fidelity, joy, and long life. 

you tapped your finger against your hip. flowers have specific intentions?

you read on.

ranunculus —- for radiant charm and attractiveness.

dark center poppies — for beauty, magic, and eternal life. 

“they’re pretty cool right? mr daichi works really had to make sure all the flower bloom properly.” the boy chirped from behind your shoulder.

you straighten your posture and turn to face the boy. when you saw his grinning face— the way his smile hadn’t seemed to falter since you first encountered him —you felt something strange curl up in your chest.

 “…yeah.” you simply replied, too stifled to say much more. 

he didn’t allow silence to take up your interaction, quickly adding, “these are my favorite.” he pointed to a crated full of pink heavily petalled flowers. 

peony — for bravery, honor, good fortune, and self-expression. 

“i bring them to the gym.”

a smirk curled onto your lips, “you bring flowers to the gym?” you ask, tone just barely brushing the boundary of being teasing. you didn’t know the guy, but the idea of a big guy arriving at the gym with a blushing bouquet of peonies made you feel..  intrigued.

“yeah man! i gotta motivate my community somehow right?” he grinned, making large gestures with his hands as he spoke. 

your brows furrowed but the smile on your face remained. “does it work? like, encourage your gym members?”

“for sure! i know the guy at the front desk likes it! oh and last time bakubro loved them!” he stopped to scratch his cheek, “well.. he didn’t crush them like he usually does so i’d consider that a win.” the employee placed a thinking finger on his chin before nodding confidently and you laughed. suddenly your day felt a lot more hopeful. 

“okay well, do you have any flowers that could … get me out of a tough situation?”

“oh, trouble in paradise?” the boy grinned. 

you almost laughed again. painting and university was basically your entire life at the moment, leaving no time for relationship. (unless you consider your on and off time in the studio a relationship) “not quite..”

“then i’d suggest…” he walked further into the shop, skimming the shelves. you followed him until he stopped in front of a smaller crate. 

there laid a generous collection of reddish pink flowers with dark, glossy green leaves sprouting from their stems.

camellia — for desire, passion, and refinement. 

“these babies are absolutely gorgeous.” he carefully picked a flower from the crate and placed it out towards you, offering. “they should help you feel brand new.”

you took the flower, spinning it between your fingers to really examine it.

“they’re a type of bush, evergreen. so we sell them as singles.” 

you nodded at his words but really all your attention was on the camellia. 

you traced a delicate finger atop the petal. there was something so beautiful, so simple, about a single flower standing strong and still. the view pumped a familiar feeling through your blood; inspiration.

the employee must’ve taken notice in your admiration because not too long after his voice rose, “sooo, want me to ring that up for you?” he pointed back towards the register, a cheesy grin still on his face.

snapping out of your trance, meeting the red eyed boy's gaze for the second time that day. though now the sweetness had melted away, his eyes full of smoldering fire.  

and thought you wanted to do anything but douse that flame, you were a very broke art student. “i.. wasn’t planning on buying today. sorry.” you said sheepishly.

you began to put the flower back but he stopped you, gripping a firm hand on top of your wrist. “don’t!“

before you had time to react he pulled his hand away. you watched as he attempted to stuff it into his pockets but found they were full, so he just hid it behind his back. he brought his other hand to mouth and let off an awkward cough, “i mean, you seem like use it. to brighten your day, yaknow?”

you shook your head, confused.

“it’s on the house.”

“wha— are you sure? i could just leave it, it’s no big deal.” 

he nodded persistently, “i’m sure.”

you felt your cheeks grow warm. you weren’t sure if you were flattered or just embarrassed that this guy felt you needed handouts. 

you clenched the flower in your hand. “okay then,” you searched his apron for a name tag to no avail. “thank you..?”

thankfully he took the hint. “oh! kirishima! eijiro kirishima. and you’re..?”

“f/n l/n.”

“f/n l/n,” he repeated easily, the syllables rolling off his tongue. “l/n with the sticky situation, got it.”

you giggled. “well, thank you kirishima. for your help and—“ you carefully waved the flower, “this.”

“‘course! no problem at all.” he nodded.

you both stood there for a moment. you considered leaving then but for whatever reason the conversation felt unfinished. 

and like he read your mind, kirishima spoke up, “we get new flowers every friday.” you surveyed his face, his attitude seeming to have changed into a persuading one. “roses, sunflowers, sedums…” he trailed off. “um i guess what i’m trying to say is, you should stop by often! i swear these flowers bring good luck or something.” he chuckled, large hands finding their way to tangle up with his hair once again. 

“oh…” you blushed. was he flirting with you? “i’ll be really busy this semester...”

that was true. with your final project coming up you had to be super attentive to your work. 

“that’s fine!” he waved his hands frantically. “how about i text you whenever we get a new shipment? if you like the flowers we got then you could stop by.”

you were taken aback by his request, “you’d really do that?” you asked, but for some reason you felt like he wasn’t lying. he had such an honest, charismatic aura that you could clearly see when he first approached you at the front of the story and you were sure anyone else could spot from a mile away. 

“if it makes your day better than totally!” he proved, glowering in hospitality. 

“okay then. sure, why not.” i couldn’t hurt. occasionally text about flowers? yeah that couldn’t hurt at all. 

“awesome!” he pulled his phone out from his jean pocket and handed it to you. 

you typed your number in and gave it back. 

“kirishima!” the voice of an older man called from out of sight. “i need you out the back!”

“that’s my cue. guess i’ll see you when i see you, yeah?” he jogged off towards the back of the store, giving you two thumbs up as he did.  you shook you head and smiled, “yeah, yeah. see you.” you gave him one last nod before you walked out of the glass doors, the start of a new inspirational era for you in hand.

“kirishima.” 

the red haired boy, who was facing the opposite side of the street, spun around. “hey! there you are.” 

you had taken the same walk you did three weeks ago, ending up at the exact spot where you first noticed daichi’s flowers from across the plaza. “the shop’s on the other side of the street, you know that right?” you joked, gently nudging his shoulder.

he let out a playful laugh, “of course. i just wanted to walk you across the street.” he said, nudging you back.

“oh..” you bit the inside of your cheek, praying that the slight burn you felt wasn’t showing on the surface of your skin. “thanks.”

kirishima smiled and looked both directions before tilting his head towards the road. you both walked across the street together, safely making it to the entrance of the flower shop. 

“we’ve been pretty busy recently. with the season change and all that.” kirishima said as he opened the glass door for you. 

when you walked in, you felt a rush of calmness wash over you. the plants were in the same place they had when you last came— as a matter of fact there were even more —and the smell of the strawberry incense still flurried in the air. you could definitely get used to this. “i’m glad we could find time to hang out.” 

“me too.” you said. you ogled at all the new additions, taking notice of the ones that kirishima had been texting you about for the past weeks. 

kirishima walked ahead of you and ducked behind the front counter. “i actually have something for you.” 

“you do?” you gripped onto your bag, which contained a mini 4 by 4 canvas. on the canvas, you had painted the camellia kirishima had given to you and a pink rose, which you remember him telling you meant appreciation.

it wasn’t your best work. it definitely didn’t take the most amount of time. but it had a deeper meaning, a strong feeling behind it. and wasn’t that what art was all about?

“yeah, it’s not much but..” you could see his hair— which was styled in big, tall spikes today —poke out from behind the counter as searched for your gift. when you heard rustling that sounded like paper you immediately knew what it was.  

kirishima pulled out a beautifully paper wrapped bouquet. twine and white ribbon circumstanced to lower stem, coming up in the front with a perfectly tied bow. the greenery consisted of boxwoods and yew that surrounded the main flower.

“they’re—“ 

“orchids.” you finished. within the brown paper held delicate pink orchids, their soft petals brushed with faint streaks of yellow. “representing love and.. confession” you said softly.

“you know.” kirishima spoke, almost breathless, like he couldn’t believe it. he came around the counter to be face to face with you and handed you the bouquet. “how’d you know?” he spurred stupidly. 

you took it bouquet, connecting your fingerprints to the vevetly speckles of yellow. “i may or may not have been touching up on my flower knowledge.” you confessed. you peered up at him, catching the way his expression went from and intrigued to radiant. he was practically glowing; his signature boyish smile on his lips, his pupils dilated and shining. and it was an absolutely precious sight. 

“that’s—” he let out a happy sigh. “awesome.” he swayed back on his heels “i mean, i was looking towards to telling you myself but,” he raised his hand towards the bouquet. “looks like you got it all figured out.” 

“thank you.” your smile was wide. you could feel how prominent your blush was but you felt no shame. “i have something to you too.” you reached for the canvas in your bag, almost hesitant, but when you glanced up and caught kirishima blazing eyes again, you felt at ease. “since my main piece isn’t done yet i made you this.” 

kirishima, who already had his hands out, accepted the gift. “y/n.” he only looked at the painting for a moment before meeting your gaze again, as if he couldn’t take his eyes off you. your heart fluttered in your chest. “you didn’t have to.” he uttered, voice as soothingly as a lullaby.

“you didn’t either.” you held up the bouquet.

“it’s just—“ he inhaled deeply, pressing his lips together to desist his growing smile (which wasn’t working at all). “you’re like the coolest person i’ve ever met. and i’ve only know you for a couple weeks!” his eyes then abruptly fell to the floor. his next words were barely audible as he professed, “id love to get to know you more.” 

you giggled at his sudden feel to get shy.

hooking an arm around his, you proposed, “want to get stuffed on cafe pastries?” your tone clear of your intentions. 

he soften at your touch, “only if it’s a date.” he pressed, watching your lips quirk up into a smile, leading to his own doing the same.

“of course it’s a date.”

New theme BOOYAHHH

THANK U LINAA i suppose ill let the threats from last night slide...🙄