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Piano Player
- Pro hero Denki Karminari x gender neutral!reader
- Warnings: swearing, alcohol, smoking,
- Summary: You play the piano in a cozy little lounge bar, enjoying a life filled with music. But when you meet a high-spirited man one night, you find that maybe music isn’t the only good thing in your life.
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In the dimly lit room where you spent your weekends the air was hazy, the people loud and obnoxious. But you spent your weekends there, nevertheless. On particularly cold nights your manager Luca, an older man with greying hair and a cigar hanging from his lip, would mix you warm cups of coffee to keep you going. He was always on his phone at closing time, smiling at you as he ordered your taxi ride home. You'd come to know some of the regulars, your favourite being Davis who was in the navy, a man with broad shoulders, and who’s face screamed don’t mess with me. But in the quiet moments between songs, he would raise his glass to you with a soft glint in his eyes and a subtle smile. During handovers, in that second after the announcer had said your name you would see him nudge whoever was sitting next to him and whisper-shout “They’re the fucking best one here.” Hearing that would always warm your chest, well it was that or the glasses of whiskey the bartender Jo would send you when he saw you low on alcohol. You would usually spend the few minutes before your set with him at the bar, joking and laughing, his smile genuine and laugher infectious. But when your set began and you had to say goodbye, his smile would faulter and his eyes go hazy. He’d told you once that he dreamt of being an actor, that this was a temporary gig. That was almost five years ago now, and whenever he was alone with his thoughts his fingers would fidget, brow furrowing, and composure drop. Then there was Jiro, your middle school senior who practically taught you piano. She’d always sneak in a few minutes after you started, when the lights were dim, and everyone’s gaze was on you and not the quiet creaking of the doors opening and closing. She was always careful not to be seen, the people here not her usual crowd. You would smile down to her as she made her way to a table at the far corner, out of sight of most of the other patrons. Every Friday was the same, she would sneak in and watch your set after a long day of hero work, leaving just before closing to avoid the rush of patrons dashing home in the early morning hours. She wasn’t unremarkable in her civilian clothing, just that her punk vibe didn’t sit well with the slow jazz lounge, all the other staff members disregarding her, the waitresses walking past and the busboys avoiding her table. She always returned though, never seeming to mind the isolation. That was until he showed up with her one night.
Your watch said 21:34, but the taxi service said your driver would be here by 21:35. You could see all the way down the hill from your front step, past the little rows of shops and across the roundabout, and there was no sign of any taxis heading your way. No doubt, the driver had taken a wrong turn, or just decided to leave you hanging as you lived in a not-so-nice area. Or worse yet, he was drunk, heaving up somewhere on the side of the road and was going to show up completely hammered and charge you a premium price to die in a multi-car road collision. You sighed, running a hand through your hair as you reached into your pocket to fish out your phone. You tapped in the password; your fingerprint scanner thing was broken after a particularly rowdy set last Saturday, in which Jo had accidently dropped your phone into your drink. The number of your driver was in the email the company had sent you and you had half a mind to call him to yell at him about drink driving or punctuality. Eventually he showed up, apologising for being a few minutes late. You noted there wasn’t a smell of liquor in his car, and he seemed to genuinely feel bad, so the lecture you’d spent the past few minutes writing in your head went to waste.
You turned up just on time, thanking your driver and giving him the money as you clambered out of the car and made your way towards the entrance. You sauntered in, throwing a smile Jo’s way as you headed into the back to get changed for your set. The mirror you stood in front of was dirty, smears of lipstick and a slight covering of dust made seeing your reflection a little hard, but you didn’t really mind, grabbing your own lipstick and mascara, making yourself seem a little more presentable. You moved towards the lockers against the back wall, seeing Thomas pressed against yours. He rolled his eyes at you as you walked over, pushing himself off of the cold metal and moving to sit on the little sofas while continuing his conversation with Gwen. You tossed your bags into the little compartment, the clanging obviously disturbing the conversation behind you as Thomas sneered at you, the little ‘bitch’ whispered to Gwen ripping a giggle from her chest.
You sauntered out, sitting at the bar, and tapping the hard wooden surface. Jo slid you a whiskey, no ice, and you thanked him, drinking the brown liquid down in a hurry as your manager beckoned you to the stage. You made your way over, Davis raising his drink to you as usual as you sat down at the piano. Tilting the microphone you began to speak.
“Good evening everyone, I hope you enjoy my music tonight.” And with that you began playing, your hands tumbling over the keys, pulling beautiful notes from the piano in front of you. Jo continued sending you drinks, Davis smiled and sung along to the pieces he knew, and your manger smiled. The customers had returned week after week since he hired you, and the bonuses he sent your way got bigger and bigger each passing pay day. Your eyes darted to the front door, Jiro’s head popping in for a second before she pushed it open further. You smiled down at her as usual, but when a second, taller person followed her in your eyes were drawn to him.
She didn’t leave before you finished like usual, in fact her and her friend had stayed through the entire set and were waiting for you after you stepped out of the back room.
“Jiro! What are you still doing here?” She drew you into a hug and kissed the top of your head.
“I had a friend who wanted to come watch my amazing pupil! God, I love watching you play.” She said pulling away and gazing up at you. A deep blush coated your face, stammering out a thank you softly.
“You were even better than she described, you’re like, really good.” You drew your stare from Jiro and looked up at the man in front of you.
“These friends of yours y/n?” Luca said, smoke billowing from his cigar. The tall man in front of you coughed and waved a hand in front of his face clearing the smoke from his eyes, his golden eyes, before he beamed.
“They’re friends, I’m just a fan of theirs is all, giving them my regards.” He purred and Luca seemed impressed.
“You better keep on coming then, they’re gonna be my big star!” Luca beamed, the liquid in his glass threatening to spill as he draped an arm over your shoulders and pulled you closer. “They’re the best decision I ever made, bloody magic!” Your face was red now, and the blonde across from you had to stifle his laughter. Luca left you all alone after a while after you promised him you’d be safe without a taxi tonight.
“I’m Denki by the way, I was about to introduce myself before the old guy barged in.” His laugh was warm, and his smile lit up his eyes.
“I’m Y/n. I’m glad you enjoyed the show, music is my life.”
“Same as Jiro here then? She’s always talking about this crazy talented musician she-“ Jiro blushed as she slammed a hand over his mouth, mumbling something about being embarrassed.
“Yeah, but she’s a super successful hero. That is so much cooler than a jazz musician.” You smiled at the pair, adjusting the bag that was hanging from your shoulder as you yawned in front of them.
“Well, I’m gonna have to make a move, I’m knackered!”
“I can give you a lift back home if you’d like. I drove here with Denki.” Jiro offered smiling softly at you. You glanced up at the blonde in front of you, all tall and buzzing with energy.
“You sure you two wanna go home? He looks like he could be up for ages yet.” You chuckled as he rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet.
“Oh no trust me I’m tired, just always have too much energy I guess.” Shrugging he made a swipe for the keys handing from Jiro’s outstretched hand and stepped towards the door.
“Oh! I always ride shotgun by the way!”
The drive home was filled with laugher, you sat in the backseat as the three of you just chatted shit and messed around. It felt good, you hadn’t ever really had times like this in your life, rides home with friends filled with warmth, or really any people to call friends. Music was your solace, your place to retreat to when the world was getting to be too much. It was pure coincidence that brought you and Jiro together all those years ago, and despite the difference in career paths, she was really the only person who had ever stayed by your side. But now this blonde-haired man had come crashing into your life with all the grace of a wrecking ball and you were welcoming the commotion.
All good things must come to an end, and you felt your heart drop as Jiro pulled into your driveway. She turned around in her seat to face you, arm coming up to lean on Denki’s chair.
“It was really lovely to see you tonight y/n, we should really hang out more often. Blondie here is gonna walk you to your door, okay?” He shot you a smile as you nodded, grabbing your bag, and thanking Jiro for the lift.
The air was cold, the sun beginning to peak up over the houses, foxes scurrying back to their dens, and birds singing the dawn’s chorus as Denki walked you up the little stone path to your front door. You felt a little self-conscious, the paint was peeling, and the lock wasn’t totally secure. You could tell from just looking that your place needed a little tlc.
“Well, thanks-“ As you reached for the door handle, he placed his hand over yours and let out a sigh.
“I know this might be a little abrupt but…” He trailed off, glancing back to the car where Jiro was not-so-subtly giving him a massive thumbs up and Cheshire-cat smile. “Could I come back to see you again tomorrow?” His eyes were back on yours now, an emotion flickering across them too quickly for you to put a name to it.
“I’d really like that.” You said smiling up at him. His face lit up, mouth curling into a smile and eyes shining. His grip tightened for a second before he let go of you, stepping backwards away from you and the front door.
“Great, it’s a date then.” His voice was calm, but the blush rocketing up his cheeks and down his chest didn’t do much to hide his excitement. But honestly? You were as red as him, smiling like an idiot as you waved the pair goodbye and stepped into your little home.
𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘. 2001 recordings of you and your bf being 17 (majorly inspired by the song sweater weather by the neighborhood).
𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. kaminari x reader
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. fluff, quirkless au,
𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓.
The video begins with kaminari panning the camera angle at the sky that somewhat matched a flame pea he saw the other day. It was a cloudy evening, but regardless still pretty hot and radiant.
He lowers it abruptly to make it look at his feet on the heated sand that pushed out in-between the spaces between his toes whenever he clutched them, flashing the yellowish-orange sun in its perfect conclusion, and the spirited waves of the ocean mimicking the atmosphere's color.
Then, he shifts it at you.
The camera's excellence has a low-quality fuzziness which makes most things a little... Gray and 'wonky'. You, however, look just as glamorous either way.
You're wearing denim overalls with a single embroidery of the Mickey Mouse on the front pouch, and a white shirt underneath. The white flip-flops you bought at Macy's were abandoned, just like his. Except he couldn't remember where he got his. Maybe from a garage sale.
What he decided to wear ―or more like just randomly thrown on― was a plain amber poncho, Xanadu green polo shorts, and a similar green bucket hat. He also has a recent bandaid on his unharmed freckled nose, something to make him look cooler.
He would rather be playing Crash Bandicoot or Ace Attorney than recording the slowly progressing sunset clouds or burying his feet into the pleasant feeling of the sand. But, if you were going to be there you bet that he would take any alternative to spend time with you, even if you invited him to just watch something as boring as watching paint dry.
You begin to notice the lasting camera directed at your face and a surge of heat rushed from your neck up, stretching a broad flustered smile from those lips.
"Hey, stop recording me!" you squealed, reaching for the Sony Handycam then pointing it away from your face.
The video doesn't show, but he gives off the vastest smile ―revealing his dimples― and drapes an arm around your shoulders. Kaminari kisses the station where your head and neck joins then he ends the video recording, taking out the tape.
It's now 2021 and the both of you are now 36. The world isn't the same as it used to be; better camera quality, the same beach you both visited was filled with litter, and an alarming amount of stupidity spreading like a pandemic. Nonetheless, Kaminari, mature yet still as goofy as he was in his youth, never found his love for you to weaken but instead thrive over the years.
And he'll continue to feel this way for the next 19 years.
⁀➷ FLIRT | D. KAMINARI
pairings. Denki Kaminari x Fem!Reader
genre. fluff, humor, fuck boy au
warnings. cussing, suggestive themes
random texts between you and your kinda fuck boy kinda friend, denki kaminari.
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~TRANSFER STUDENT AU IDEA~
Bakugou is from America he ends up transferring to UA back in America he went to public school so when he transfers to UA he has no idea what to expect and UA has just received a demon
✨bonus✨
Katsuki asks questions that traumatizes everyone else
Katsuki just casually talks about school shootings and bomb threats and it both scares the students and teachers
The teachers find it extremely concerning that Katsuki knows everything that’s happening with everyone they end up asking him about it and his only response is a shrug and a comment about needing to be in the know
He and denki bond over being the only two kids in 1-A that are fluent in English and the power they have is beautiful
He uses all kinds of slang that doesn’t make sense to anyone but denki
Electric Future
Denki x Reader
Mentions: Virgin reader, Nsfw, angst, fluff
reblogs are appreciated <3
As a Pro Hero you always considered eventually settling down by 24. You thought it's a good age. You want to do it with someone you’re in love with and someone who loves you just as much in return. The man you’re with is Denki. He’s your partner in crime. You’re best friend and someone you love unconditionally.
The pair of you worked so hard to become Pro Heroes. You both sacrificed so much. When you go on dates you’ve caught yourself looking at couples with babies or toddlers having fun. You’re 25 and ready, to be married, have a warm and beautiful home, and become a mother, however, you don’t want to ruin things with Denki if he disagrees. You’ve been dying to tell him, but you’re not even engaged. He never mentioned getting married let alone be a dad. You’ve been with him since the 2nd year of high school. 7yrs.
“ Can we talk? It’s serious. It’s something I’ve been wanting to tell you.” You said sitting down with him on the couch. “ Yeah babe. What is it?” he replied, giving you his undivided attention. “ I-Ive been thinking abo- about redecorating my room!” you said. You turned into a fucking chicken. “ Babe, I'll definitely help. Don’t stress about it.” he replied, handing you a slice of pizza. It was movie night. Not a good time, then again life isn’t rainbows and butterflies. There won’t ever be a perfect time. The following morning it was girls day.
“You need to tell him Y/n, otherwise you’ll be wasting time.” Uraraka said drinking coffee. “ I agree with her. If you’re ready to settle down you need to let him know and see how he truly feels about it.” Mina said. “ Try to tell him again and keep in mind that no matter what happens everything will be okay.” Momo said. You love your girlfriends and they love you too. You nodded.
A month passed and you finally put yourself together. You ate dinner with him. “ Denki…I need to tell you something important.” you spoke up. He nodded as he took a bite of his chicken. “ I love being a Pro Hero but I’ve always wanted to settle down at 25. Be engaged or married, have a home and be a mother. I’m ready to do that. Before you say if i’m sure, I am 100% sure. I’m ready to settle down.” you said to him. You braced yourself for any type of reaction. He stood up. “ I can’t give you that Y/n. I’m not looking for that.” he replied. You gripped the ring box in your hand. “ Denki, we've been together for 8 years. What have we been doing then?” you asked, crying. “ 7years I get it. You don’t have to remind me!” he yelled. You felt sick to your stomach. “ I can’t do it. I love being a Hero. It’s always been my dream and I’ve achieved it! If I get married and have a child it will only hold me back. Being a boyfriend is what's best.” He said. “ I’d hold you back…being your girlfriend is alright though.” you said crying. “Yes. I’m sorry but if you’re ready to settle down, look for someone else but don’t forget I love you.” he said. His words hit you like bullets. You threw the box at him. He opened it and saw a great ring that it's meant for him. “ You told me we’d be together forever. Get out of my house.” You cried. He grabbed his things and left. You broke down.
It’s been 2 weeks since the breakup and you were a mess. You haven’t showered, your hair is a mess, all you ate was takeout food from Uber eats. You put your phone on DND. You went online to see if there’s any news on him. You checked his social media and even your friends to see if he was with them. You checked to see if he’d message you or called. Nothing. Your friends thought you were missing, so guess who showed up on your front door. You went to the door thinking your food was finally there. “What the hell!?” Mina yelled. “ We’re worried about you idiot!” Kirishima yelled. “ What smells?” Uraraka questioned as they entered. Yeah you had all the take out food and snacks on the ground. Not bothering to throw it away. You were rotting on that couch. “Jesus, you need help.” Momo commented ,making face masks and handing them out. Bakugou was judging you and HARD. “ I’m sorry for making you all worry and thanks for stopping by.” you said. “What happened to you?” Sero asked. “ I got dumped and rejected by Denki.” You said drinking apple juice. “ Rejected and Dumped? Denki is in love with you. He’s head over heels. He’d do anything for you.” Bakugou said. “ Well he didn’t love me enough to even say yes to my wishes. We could’ve come to an agreement.” You spoke, grabbing a bottle of wine. “ Again what the hell.” Kirishima said. “ Yeah so my wish of getting married, having a home with him and being a mom was a big no for him. If we were, I'd be holding him back.” You cried. Sero took the bottle out of your hand and set it down. “ Let’s get you cleaned up.” Momo said gently,helping you upstairs as you cried the pain away. The guys started to clean the nasty mess.
Uraraka turned on the bathtub to make sure the water was hot. She knows you like showering with hot water. Mina struggled to brush out the knots in your hair. “ C-Chop it off.” you said sniffling. Momo made a detangling spray and creme.She added it onto your hair. Mina brushed and it worked amazingly. Hair did fall off but it wasn’t anything crazy. “Alright y/n. It's just how you like it.” Uraraka said smiling. They helped you undress and get you into the tube. They let you take your bath. The water turned into a small shade of brown. After a bath you took a full on shower making sure you were 100% clean.
“God have mercy.” Izuku spoke as he helped pick up a pizza box that was spoiled. “This idiot is dead when I go to his place.” Bakugou spoke as he washed the dishes. “ She’s going through it…I can’t believe Kaminari would turn her down.”Kirishima said, wiping down the coffee table clean. “Maybe he was scared?” Sero suggested. “No. He’s serious about y/n.” Izuku replied. About 3 hours passed. Your house is all clean. “ We’ll talk to him.” Izuku said. “No. He’ll come to me if he wants to talk to me.” You said. “ We’re having a sleepover. You guys can leave.” Momo said. The boys left.
A year had gone by. You’re 25. During that year you balance your life as a hero and a teacher at a U.A high school. You’re still in love with Denki. You had faith and hope he’d come back, even though it didn’t seem that way. Denki was having what looked like his best life. In reality he was a mess. You never left his mind.
The day finally came. You were watering your plants. “ Excuse me… Y/n.” he spoke, trying to keep his voice from being shaky. You turned to him, setting down the watering can. “Hello Denki Kaminari.” You replied. He grabbed your hands. You missed his touch.“What are you doing here?” you asked. “I’ve never stopped loving you y/n. I need and want you. I can’t let you go. I’m sorry. I want eternity with you.” he said, begging god to give him a second chance of making the love of his life happy. “ That’s all I’ve been wanting, Denki.” you replied. He held you close. He had a tight grip and you didn’t mind it knowing you were holding him just as tight. “ I have something for you,if you want it.” You said walking inside with him. Your home was redecorated just like you’ve been wanting it to. You went into your closet and grabbed the special box. His eyes lit up as you showed him the ring. “ Sparky ma-” he cut you off. “Hell Yes!!!! Fuck Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes.” He said aloud. You put the ring on his finger. He carried you and kissed you. Your heart melted. He was so happy and excited he released a spark shocking you.“Sorry about that.” he apologized. You smiled and kissed him. You didn’t mind it. In fact you love it. If let you know that he’s actually there with you. “ Y/n…are you still ready to settle down?” he asked, setting you down. He held your hand. “Yes I am.” you replied smiling. He placed the other hand on your cheek looking at your beautiful face. The face he wants to wake up to for the rest of his life. “ I’m in love with you y/n.” he confessed. “I’m in love with you, sparky.” you replied. You held onto each other like never before.
The wedding happened 5 months later. It was crazy how fast the wedding happened, especially since there's so many things involved. The honeymoon was so romantic and fun. Believe it or not you saved your 1st for when you’re married. Denki only had sex like 4 times during his 1st year of highschool. He was a perv. During the time you dated you guys did a few naughty things but never had your 1st time.
“Gentle please.” you pleaded. Denki pressed a peck on your forehead. “ I’ll try my best.” he replied as he rubbed your clit. You let out a breathy moan. He smirked. When he got down your cunt he spread your folds. “ s’pretty.” he said. You blushed up. You gripped the sheets as he sucked on your clit. He held your thighs sending a small shock wave. You yelped, enjoying the shock. He was devouring you. When you released all over his mouth,he licked you clean. He hovered over you. You looked at him shyly. “ I’ll wait for you to adjust. Okay my love.” he said as he penetrated you. It was a bit painful for you. He noticed your facial expressions and to distract you from the pain he rubbed you pretty clit. You moaned out. Denki started off slowly then gradually sped up. “ Feel s’good!” you yelped, scratching his back. He groaned, thrusting deeper. “ You're so tight, baby.” he grunted. He loved hearing your moans and whimpers. He loved the pain he felt when you scratched his back. “ more pl-ease.” you pleaded but it sounded more like an order. Denki decided to snap and made sure you’d cum so many times. He made sure to pump you full of his thick white cum. He made sure to fill you up very well so that you can eventually come to him with amazing news of you being pregnant later on in the future. That 1st night of your honeymoon was a crazy ride. You and Denki were at it until both of you passed out together.
You and Denki had agreed to things before getting married. You’d stay working as a U.A teacher and stay at home to which you agreed with. He’d still be a hero however he won’t take any night shifts and have weekends off. Let's be realistic, Denki will always make time for you. He’ll work faster to get home earlier than his normal time before getting engaged to you. If you guys did get pregnant he wants your pregnancy leave once you’re 5 months and he’ll take the leave from work with you. You guys came to an agreement. You talked things through.
Finally being married to Denki was a wish come true. You did get pregnant and you both must have overdone it during the honeymoon. The surprise was definitely huge. Twins. A boy and girl.
“ Double the fun, don't ya think?” Denki asked as he set up the cribs. You didn’t answer. He turned to look at you. He stood up and walked over to you. “Hey. It will be hard the 1st few months but we have each other. Better together, remember.” he said, pecking your forehead. You nodded, giving him a smile. You felt reassured. Your husband is wonderful. “ Better together.” you said rubbing your bump. “ Hopefully they like their nursery,” he said, finishing with the cribs. “They will after all their daddy decorated the nursery and built the furniture.” you said smiling. “ I’m a total badass.” he said. “ Hey, I was thinking we should name our baby girl, Hikari. You know, light like lightning..electric.” he said hoping you’d like it. “ Yes it's cute. I love it sparky. For our baby boy I want Kousuke.” you replied, whimpering as the twins kicked. He placed his hand on your bump feeling their kicks. “They like their names. Hey little ones be nice to mommy. That makes her uncomfy.” he said, speaking to them. They kicked hard one final time and then stopped.
You and Denki are so happy. This is all you’ve ever wanted and all Denki wished to have when he regretted leaving you.