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rip denki kaminari, you would’ve loved saying “that’s tuff”
It's our birthday today 🎂🎉
Ehehe, I'm so lucky
Waaaaaa ¿Izuku en Slytherin? Bueno,en realidad creo que le queda. Me agrada.
Yes, can I have uuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh BNHA with Hogwarts and magic?
Shinkami Week | Day 2 | Prompt: Firsts/Soulmates
Shinkami first kiss :3
This was originally meant to focus on the kiss only, but the background I did for it reminded me way too much of "Your Name", so the red thread had to be added!
@shinkamiweek2021
the only thing better than one sleepy emo kid, is TWO sleepy emo kids!!!
Kaminari has stolen car plates on the wall of his dorm room and now I can't stop thinking about it
SHIRTLESS SLEEVELES MY DUDES
Hiii so I was wondering if MAYBE you could do a smau with Denki abt reader being jealous of Jiro (Denki x reader/friend to lovers ?) (Pls pls pls)
off the clock | d. kaminari
you and denki are coworkers, best friends, and almost something more—until he starts spending all his time with jirou. now you're just trying your best to not care.
december, again | d. kaminari
you wrote "december, again" about heartbreak. you didn't expect to meet someone who'd sing every word back like he'd lived it too.
the green room was quiet—dim and humming with low light, the scent of hot tea and stage dust clinging to the corners. you sat cross-legged on the worn velvet couch, cradling a chipped mug between your palms, listening to the soft static of the soundcheck being patched through the in-ear monitors coiled beside you.
your guitar sat in its stand nearby, already tuned, the strap worn from years of shows and nerves. you had done this so many times before—but tonight felt different.
tokyo was the biggest venue on the tour so far. a full room. a sold-out show. an unfamiliar city and a familiar ache in your chest. you'd played coffee shops, tiny festival tents, even the occasional college auditorium—but this was your first international stage, and the butterflies were relentless.
you glanced at your phone, already on do not disturb, but still lit up with a few unread messages. one was from your tour manager. one from your sister. and one, tucked between them, was a twitter notification.
@lightningmcme
im the guy in the front row screaming every word. respectfully
you smiled without meaning to. your thumb hovered over the screen for a second longer than necessary, rereading the tweet. it was stupidly charming—just like all his other tweets.
you remembered him. the blonde with the ridiculous username. he'd been tweeting about your music for years. always saying something half-sincere and half-stupid, like your lyrics had personally destroyed him in the grocery store or that he'd cry if you ever released a deluxe version.
and he always meant it. every word.
you weren't supposed to follow fans back—not often, anyway. but his account had popped up more times than you could count. sweet. supportive. never creepy. just... soft.
so when you followed him and sent a quick thank you, you hadn't expected the all-caps panic or the flustered spiral of gratitude. you definitely hadn't expected to still be messaging him days later. he was funny. kind. endearingly honest. it was easy.
and now he was here. somewhere in that crowd. front row, he'd said. you hadn't looked yet. didn't dare. not until the lights hit you.
you pressed your hand to your chest, just for a second, trying to calm the stupid flutter that rose there.
"two minutes," someone called from the hallway.
you stood slowly, adjusting your mic pack, and reached for your guitar. as you walked toward the wings, the sounds of the crowd drifted in—laughter, chatter, low excitement building into something tangible. the air buzzed.
the lights backstage flickered as the crew called final cues. you did one last breath check, settled your fingers on the strings, and exhaled.
showtime.
the stage lights washed over you in a warm gold as you stepped out, your guitar slung across your shoulder. a hush fell over the audience, the kind that always made your heart beat a little harder.
"hi," you said into the mic, breath catching on the tail end of a smile. "i'm... really honored to be here tonight. i've been writing songs in my bedroom since i was sixteen, and somehow you all made it feel like something real."
soft cheers rippled through the audience. somewhere near the front, someone whooped.
you scanned the barricade briefly, and there he was—blond hair tousled, jacket sleeves rolled up to his elbows, absolutely beaming. he looked like he hadn't blinked since you walked onstage. mouth already forming the lyrics before you even began.
denki.
you felt a grin pull at your lips.
"this first song..." you said, adjusting the strap on your shoulder. "it's called 'december, again'. it's about holding onto something long after it's let go of you.
the opening chord rang clear. you let yourself fall into it.
i bought your favorite drink out of habit left it in the fridge 'til it went bad wore your sweater out in public just to see if anyone would ask
you sang like you were remembering every ache in real time. the lights were low and soft, like candlelight, and you could hear the audience singing with you.
your name still fits wrong in my mouth but it's the only thing i don't spit out
the lights dimmed slightly, drawing the audience closer. you caught sight of denki mouthing the words, his hands clasped against the barricade like he didn't trust himself not to float away.
it's december, again and i swore i'd be fine but the lights look like your headlights and the cold feels like that night when you left without saying goodbye and i still stand by the door like i'm waiting for you to come back in it's december, again and i'm missing you like it just happened
the audience went silent as you strummed your guitar. it was a silence that proved they were listening. really listening.
friends ask how i'm doing i lie like it's my second language there's still boxes in my closet of the pieces i can't manage
a girl in the third row wiped her eyes. you caught her movement out of the corner of your eye and softened your voice.
i sleep better with the TV on but you still show up when the volume's gone
it's december again and i swore i'd be fine but the lights look like your headlights and the cold feels like that night when you left without saying goodbye and i still stand by the door like i'm waiting for you to come back in it's december, again and i'm missing you like it just happened do you think of me at all? when it starts to snow when someone plays our song too slow i burned all the letters but not the words i still remember what i never heard
you opened your eyes again and let them rest on him. denki. he hadn't moved. his expression was soft, reverent, like he'd never seen anything more important than you at that moment.
it's december, again and the silence is loud you're still gone but i'm not proud of the way i keep breaking like it's some kind of vow and i still stand by the door like i don't know how this ends it's december, again and i'm missing you like it just happened
the last chord faded into a hush.
a beat of silence.
then the applause began—gentle, reverent. a swell of warmth.
you scanned the crowd.
denki was still at the barricade.
still glowing.
not in a flashy, spotlight kind of way—but in the way someone looks when they've found something they didn't know they needed.
you played the rest of your set like you were singing just for him.
⋆˙⟡
when you stepped offstage, your hands were still buzzing. you passed your guitar to one of the techs, accepted a bottle of water with shaking fingers, and headed straight for the security staff near the wing.
"hey," you said. "can i ask a favor?"
one of them looked up. "depends. how weird is it?" you smiled. "sweet blond boy. front row. looks like he sings along to everything even when he's about to cry. think you can bring him back here?"
the guy laughed. "yeah, i know exactly who you mean."
⋆˙⟡
denki didn't know how to move.
people were leaving. voices echoing. but he just stood there, staring at the empty stage like it still had something to give him.
he was pretty sure he hadn't blinked since you looked at him. actually looked at him. he had replayed it ten times in his head already. the exact second your gaze found his and you smiled.
his knees were weak.
and then a security guard was walking toward him.
"hey," the guy said. "you're the blond one, right? artist wants to see you backstage."
denki had exactly three brain cells functioning, and all of them screamed.
he followed the guard without speaking. his legs felt fake. his mouth was dry. this had to be a dream. it had to be.
backstage smelled like lights and sweat and something warm—something safe.
he tried not to trip over a cable as the door opened.
⋆˙⟡
you were curled up in a hoodie over your stage outfit, sat in a chair, when the door opened.
there he was.
golden and breathless and so clearly overwhelmed you almost stood up just to steady him.
"hi," you said, heart hammering. "denki, right?"
he nodded fast. too fast. "hi—yeah. yes. oh my god."
you laughed. "it's okay. you made it."
he blinked. "did i black out?"
"maybe a little."
you motioned for him to sit. he did. slowly. like it might be a trap.
"i just wanted to thank you," you said. "like i said, i've seen your tweets. your support. it's... it's meant more than you know."
denki looked like he might combust.
"i'm the one who's grateful," he said. "you wrote the soundtrack to my favorite breakdowns."
you grinned. "best compliment i've ever received."
there was a pause. something soft.
he glanced around, cheeks flushed. "this is... insane. you're, like, the reason i made it through last winter. that song? 'december, again'? i think i listened to it every day for two months. not even because i was heartbroken, i just—i don't know. it made me feel like i wasn't broken for feeling too much."
you blinked. slowly. carefully.
then denki tilted his head and said, "can i ask you something kind of personal?"
"sure," you said. "shoot."
"what got you into music?"
you smiled, soft and a little faraway. "i guess... i always felt a little too much. too loud in my head. writing was the only way i could let it out without exploding. and then one day, i put it to chords, and it stuck. it felt right. like i was finally telling the truth."
denki was quiet for a moment, like he didn't want to break the silence. then he said, "well, i'm really glad you did."
you looked at him, his wide eyes and messy hair and nervous energy. and then, without really thinking about it, you asked, "are you doing anything right now?"
he blinked. "me?"
you laughed. "yeah, you."
denki shook his head. "no, i... i mean, i was probably just gonna cry in a ramen shop alone about this whole night, so—"
"perfect," you cut in. "come cry in a ramen shop with me instead."
he stared. "wait. you're serious?"
"dead serious," you said. "you comin'?"
he nodded vigorously. "yes, of course."
you stood, grabbing your jacket. "cool. i know a good noodle spot. let's go, sweet blond boy from barricade."
and denki followed you out into the cold tokyo night, warm from something that had nothing to do with the stage lights.
and everything to do with you.
An old manga coloring of KamiMomo I did many months ago
Was practicing instead of working lol
good boys with killing quirks doodles
rip Denki Kaminari you would’ve loved watching tiktoks with a subway surfer video playing in the background.
I want to kick him (affectionate)
Bnha g/t prompt where burrower Denki Kaminari uses his quirk and short circuits/goes brain dead, and unknowingly ends up wandering out into the open to where the giant is.
Started watching My Hero Academia again after watching partway through it in like 2020 and then forgetting about it, and I forgot how much this show (and man) has a chokehold on me.
Un-glitched version below :3
So... I made this fan art and... I don't know... I think os cute do you like it? Should i do more? And please, do not repost please, thank you~~
When all your friends get into a new show except for you:
kaminari should have a whip or lasso or something like. ones that conduct electricity really good and then he could just grab somebody with his whip/lasso and boom! they’re out
⁺‧₊˚ ཐི 𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑲𝑻𝑶𝑩𝑬𝑹 ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺
—༉‧₊˚. “ STAY ON THE LINE ”
featuring. Denki Kaminari — BNHA | kink. phone sex
synopsis. It was your first year of college and your first year away from your boyfriend Kaminari. You had gone abroad to study while he stayed in Japan, which meant the two of you were long distance for the time being. This only worsened his neediness, resulting in him leaving multiple dirty text and voice messages a day.
authors note. This one’s a bit short! i tried to write i bit differently than i usually do but eh..all i rlly did was change [Y/N] anyways ENJOY <3
Bzzztt! Denki's phone vibrates. He grins, picking it up eagerly. "Ooo, another message from my favorite person!" He chuckled, tapping on the screen to read the latest text from you. His smile grew wider with each word.
"Man, I miss you so much babe..."
Denki sighs, leaning back against the wall of his dorm room. His fingers quickly type out a reply, thumbs moving rapidly across the screen. "I miss you too! It's so boring here without you. When are you coming back? I can't stand being apart from you any longer!" He hits send, bouncing his leg impatiently.
Just then, another notification pops up - a voice message this time. Denki's eyes light up as he taps on it, pressing the phone to his ear. Your voice fills his senses, making his pulse quicken. "Ohh, you sound so sexy..." He murmurs, biting his lip. Once the message ends, he quickly records his own reply. "You have no idea how much I want to hear that voice moaning my name..." Denki laughed while having a mischievous glint in his eye as he sends it off.
He sets his phone down, but it doesn't take long before it buzzes again. Denki snatches it up, eagerly checking for your response. "Hehe, can't get enough of me, can you?"
"Mmm, you know just what to say to get me all worked up..." He murmurs, feeling a familiar heat pooling in his core.
Denki quickly types out a reply, his thumbs moving rapidly. "Fuck, babe. If I was there right now, I'd pin you against the wall and kiss you senseless." He pauses, biting his lip as he contemplates his next words. "Then I'd slowly trail my hands down your body, touching every inch of you..." Another message is sent, Denki's breathing growing heavier.
Denki groaned, his free hand gripping the edge of his bed. "God,…I need you here with me, right now." He leans back, shifting slightly as a familiar tightness builds in his pants. "I want to feel your hands on me, your lips against mine..." Denki's voice drops to a husky whisper. "I wanna make you moan my name..." he continued on and on in the voice message until…
BRRRIIING! Denki's phone starts ringing, your name lighting up the screen. He eagerly swipes to answer, a wide grin on his face. "Hey there, sexy~" he purrs, voice low and smooth.
"I got your messages..." Your voice is soft and a bit shy, but Denki can hear the underlying desire behind it. "They, um, really got me worked up...
Denki chuckles, leaning back on his bed. "Good. That was the plan, babe." "So tell me, what are you wearing right now?"
You hesitate for a moment before responding. "Just a tank top and panties..."
"Mmm, perfect." Denki murmurs. "I wish I could see you right now. I bet you look so damn hot." His free hand trails down his chest, fingers dipping below the waistband of his sweats.
Your breath hitches slightly. "I miss you so much, Denki..."
"I miss you too, [Y/N]." He sighs. "This long distance shit sucks. I need you here with me, naked and squirming under my touch." Denki's voice drops to a husky whisper. "I want to feel your body against mine, be inside you.”
You let out a soft whimper. "Denki...”
"Shh, it's okay babe." He soothes. "I'll take care of you. Just close your eyes and imagine it's my hands on you, my lips kissing down your neck..." Denki's own breath grows ragged as he palms himself through his sweats.
"Mmm, that's right babygirl, let me hear it..." Denki's voice drips with desire as he listens to your needy whimpers over the phone. His grip tightens as he strokes himself, picturing your flushed face and parted lips.
"I want you so bad, Denki..." Your voice is breathy and desperate. "I ache for your touch, your kisses... I need you inside me."
Denki groans, hips bucking up into his hand. "Fuck, [Y/N]... You have no idea how badly I wanna be there right now." He bites his lip, trying to hold back his own moans. "I'd pin you down and ravish you until you're a trembling, begging mess."
Your breath hitches, a soft mewl escaping your lips. "Denki, please... I'm so close..."
"That's it, baby, let go for me." Denki growled. "Come undone while you think of me filling you up."
Your cries of ecstasy echo through the phone, sending a shiver down Denki's spine. He follows soon after, vision going white as he spills into his hand with a strangled groan of your name.
For a moment, the only sound is your heavy breathing and the rapid beating of both your hearts. Denki slowly comes down from his high, a lazy grin spreading across his face.
"Damn, [Y/N]... That was incredible." He chuckles, voice still rough with arousal. "I can't wait until I can have you like that for real."
"I miss you so much, it's torture being apart like this."
Denki's expression softens, all traces of teasing vanishing. "I know, babe. I miss you too." He sighs heavily, running a hand through his messy hair. "But just hang in there a little longer, okay? Soon enough, I'll be right there with you."
He pauses, a mischievous glint returning to his eye. "And then I can have my way with you all over again." Denki adds with a wink, even though you can't see it.
Your exasperated groan makes him laugh. "You're impossible, Kaminari."
"But you love it." He retorts playfully. Denki glances at the clock, brow furrowing slightly.
"Hey, I hate to cut this short, but I gotta get going. Got an early class in the morning."
"Oh, okay." You reply, a hint of disappointment in your voice. "I'll talk to you later then?"
"Definitely." Denki assures. "I'll be thinking of you~" He coos, blowing a dramatic kiss through the phone.
"Bye, Denki." You laugh, the sound like music to his ears.
"Bye, bye pretty." Denki says softly, a warm smile on his face as he ends the call. He stares down at his phone for a moment,
"Can't wait to see you again, [Y/N]."
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I fell asleep haha
happy several days late birthday Denki.
I'm still getting the hang of shading, so these shadows probably don't make very much sense, lol
Happy birthday Kaminari Denki !
Started his birthday art a little too late, so it's not digitized, I'll probably have it done tomorrow for a belated birthday post, lol
(quote from My Hero Ultra Rumble)
Denki Kaminari x Reader
Summary: Each course has a dance to get to know they upper and underclassmen and Kaminari can’t seem to get a dance with anyone
A/N: I know it’s not time for any school dances but I just had this idea and wanted to do it
Quirk: Not specified
Genre/Warnings: fluff, sad Denki, cursing, (art not mine)
WC: 1,490
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The dance was tonight and Kaminari was running out of time to find a date. Well, technically he couldn’t bring anyone from out of school (not that he knows anyone who would be willing to go with him) and he already asked all his girls classmates and all the girls in Class 1B and got rejected by all of them.
“But asking again sound promising, doesn’t it?” he tried
Sero shook his head at his friend’s lack of charm, “Nah dude, just don’t, it’ll be even more pathetic”
“Okay, ouch”
“It’s true though, who would wanna go out with you?” Kirishima then realized how rude he was when Bakugou snorted, “Oh I’m sorry I didn’t mean it like that”
“That’s fucking hilarious, he’s right though, no one likes you” Bakugou said harshly
Kaminari slumped his back and pouted, taking in the weight of his friend’s words. He should just give up, no one has yet to fall for him and judging how even his new classmates acted, no one will. He figured he should just wait for the dance and try to get one if he’s lucky.
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The dance has been terrible so far. He hasn’t acquired a single dance while his friends either had a date or was asked to dance, one of them (Bakugou, obviously), refusing each girl who asked. Kaminari thought they were so lucky as he was rejected by yet another girl.
He trudged back to his snickering friends, feeling defeated, “So no one said yes, huh?” Bakugou mocked, taking a bite of another slice of pizza.
“Nope” he sighed
“Maybe you could ask someone to introduce you to someone. I was talking to Amajiki-senpai and Nejire-senpai came and asked me to dance” Kirishima suggested
‘He didn’t even introduce you, she’s the one who asked’ Kaminari thought, “No thanks” he said, a sad tone to his voice. His friends didn’t notice at all though as their attention was turned to Bakugou, who was saying no to another girl who asked. Sero had also left, going with Mina who wanted to make some guy jealous.
He huffed, grabbing a cupcake and walking away, planning to eat his disappointment. Just as he was about to take a bite, he felt a tap on his shoulder. He pulled the cupcake away from his lips and turned around to meet the pretty E/C eyes. He froze up at the presence of a girl he’d never seen before.
You tilted your head the the side, curled/straightened hair falling to the side the slightest bit, “Hey there, sorry to bother you but you got the last of the (favorite flavor) cupcakes and I wanted to see if I could finesse it out of your strong hands” you said, with a flirty tone to hopefully get the cupcake.
“No, no, have it” he said dejectedly, not even trying to ask for a dance at this point as to not get embarrassed by the most beautiful girl he’s seen.
You pouted and took the cupcake, “What’s wrong? Lemme guess, you’re the guy those three guys have been laughing at” you chuckled, not expecting his answer
He looked at the direction your thumb was pointing, Bakugou, Kirishima, and Sero, who was back from dancing with someone, “Yeah, that’s me”
Your eyes went wide, “Oh really? I’m sorry I didn’t think it was actually you” your lips tightened to a line, “Wanna talk about it?”
His eyes snapped up to look at you, were you serious? “Oh, are you sure?”
“Yeah, totally. Let’s go split this cupcake then dance” you offered
“Yes! Yeah, yeah, okay” he beamed at the fact that this girl asked him to dance. You lead him to the other side of the dance floor, near a wall that had almost no people near. You unwrapped part of the cupcake, putting it to him, “Here, have the first bite. I can’t actually half this so let’s share it this way”
He went red at sharing a pastry with a girl. It was technically indirect kissing. He shook his head, “You have the first bite” he insisted. It was your favorite flavor, so you shrugged and took the first bite.
“So, why are they laughing at you?” you asked experimentally, testing the waters in case they were bullies or something.
“They’re my friends, they’re just teasing me ‘cuz I’m too flirty to get a date or a dance with anyone” he said, shoulders slumped
“You seem like a nice guy to me” You commented as he used his thumb to wipe some frosting off the corner of your mouth, you blushing a little as you thanked him.
“Just ‘cuz I gave up trying to ask girls out”
“Well, here, let’s prove ‘em wrong” you said
“Huh?”
“Let’s go over there, in front of them, let me feed you this cupcake while we sway to the slow song”
He finally let out a smile, he was actually very cute when he doesn’t look as bummed out, you noticed. “That’s great!”
You smiled back and nodded, the both of you agreeing to enact the plan once a slow song starts “I’m Y/N L/N by the way”
“Denki Kaminari.” As if right on cue, one finally started, couples on the dance floor switching to swaying and his friend sitting it out. You looked to him and held your hand out, “May I have this dance?” you said with an accent. He laughed, damn his laugh was cute, and took your hand, leading you to the dance floor right in front of his friends.
You wrapped an arm around him, the other holding the cupcake, and he wrapped his arms around your wast, admiring the soft fabric of your dress. You saw him smirk at his friends’, you assumed, surprised faces.
You pushed it even further and held the cupcake to his mouth as he took a bite, you purposefully smearing it on the corner of his lip. He went to lick it when you whispered, “No, don’t. I wanna kiss it off” you said “If that’s all right” you added
He nodded and you leaned in, taking the rogue frosting in your lips and slightly poking your tongue out to lick it clean. You failed to notice his red cheeks through the colored lighting. You took a bite yourself, actually wanting to enjoy it.
After you both took alternate bites and finished the pastry, you went to throw it away. Bringing Kaminari with you, you giggled with him when he described his friends’ faces. “Okay, so now you’re gonna ask me out on a date and ask for my number when I walk you back so they can hear you... and maybe we can actually go out” you suggested, unsure
He froze up and turned red “Uhh sure! Let’s go?” he finally replied, stuttering, after the initial shock went away that a girl asked him out. You put your hand around his elbow and walked him back to the table with his friends there, gaping at you, who was still with him. He turned to you before you could reach them though and asked loud enough, “Oh yeah can I have your number? We could go out to lunch if you want”
You smiled at him and took his phone, entering your number, “Sure, lunch sounds great! You can text me the details and I’ll meet you tomorrow” you said, since it was a Saturday the next day. He smiled as you said your goodbyes, winking at him on your way back to the group of friend you came with.
He sat down next to his friends near the snack table who looked at him funny. Then the questions came rolling in, “How did you score a girl like that?”
“She’s that cute second-year who’s top of her class!”
“Damn, I didn’t think you would even get a chance with anyone”
“I saw her a while ago, she kept saying no to anyone who would dance with her!”
He quieted them down when he leaned in tho tell them something, “She’s the one who asked me” he said as a matter of fact-ly
They were shell-shocked, none of them thought he was charming enough or looked good enough for someone to have interest in him. They finally gave him a sarcastic apology when he jokingly asked for it, saying that they were wrong that he couldn’t get a girl and boasting about how they were all probably jealous that is was a popular second-year even.
Even if it was all planned out, he couldn’t deny his real attraction to you, it was different than what he feels for other pretty girls, you were genuinely beautiful, inside and out. You, on the other hand, felt the same, even if you just helped him one up his friends you had to admit you enjoyed his company, and even missed it when you left, but excited you would see him the next day on an actual, official, date.
You: Hey Kaminari, here
You: (Gives him can of soda)
Kaminari: DIS BITCH EMPTY. YEET
Kaminari: (Throws can to the crowded hall)
You: There was still some left in there
Kaminari: But it was so light
You:
Kaminari:
Bakugou: WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS
You:
Kaminari:
You: run
Just wondering....
So I just recently watched Cruella and Alice in wonderland and i really liked them....
So I was like
Disney Villains are sometimes cool ig
And also so is the Cheshire cat and stuff....
And that lead me here...
Which one(s) would you like to see???
(Yes I'm aware I used some twice:)
HAPPY BIRTHDAY DENKI KAMINARI!!!!!!
(ART IS NOT MINE)
Who else is celebrating????