Hey I’m Lily. I’m Pansexual And Go By Female Pronouns. I Love The Color Pink And Everything Cute.

Matthew = Anne’s first kindred spirit

I'M IN LOVE

MARIGOLD’S LOVER — D. KAMINARI

synopsis: get a load of this train-wreck, his hair’s a mess and he doesn’t know who he is yet.

note: this is reposted from my old account; it's deactivated now, but i really liked this fic so i wanted to post it again :) (please don't ask me about my old account or alias)

word count: 1.5k

warnings/genre: hurt/comfort, mutual pining, crying, insecurity, mild bullying/mockery, scars (they’re lightning scars!), self consciousness, cursing, talk of anatomy (?) i describe denki’s body a bit?, reader uses they/them pronouns, might be a little ooc? this just my realistic take on denki :)

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MARIGOLDS were never his favorite, but maybe that's why he found them so endearing. petals so bright that they resembled the sun and yet always so hidden beneath the glory of other gardenias.

he supposed he didn't like them as much because they reminded him of well... him.

denki realized he might have been looking too much into it (overthinking again, he sighs), after all, it was just a flower; how could one identify themselves with a flower? but he couldn't erase the thought from his mind — marigolds and their hidden brightness.

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the seed was first planted when you had greeted him with a bright smile when he entered the classroom, still drowsy with his eyelids being pulled down from the tiredness still running through his body. he had stayed up again- not for any particular reason, there wasn't a test today nor was he up talking to someone. his conscious just dragged him along into the deepest hours of the night until his body finally shut down to fall asleep.

clothes still rumpled and hair mussed up, he collapsed in a heap on his desk as he sent you a bright grin and wave. the class started to quiet down as the new unit of the month was introduced- quirk control and strength.

he twirled his pencil around his fingers, mind zoning out of the class and flying across to another universe- a universe where he didn't have to sit for hours on end listening to aizawa's drawling and where he could finally rest.

he felt a light poking against his elbow and he turned his head to his side to look at you; you were still looking straight ahead, displaying the profile of a good student paying attention, but you kept glancing back at him. when you glanced back at him again, you lent him a small grin and tapped your notebook, copy mine, it's okay if you can't pay attention right now.

he smiled and lightly nodded as he scribbled down your notes, leaving a small smiley face on the corner of your page as a thank you. it was the least he could do.

days later, when they all had training in gym gamma- quirk training, apparently you can never have enough- that was when he supposed the seed grew into a sapling.

his quirk was harder to control than most- electricity was something one couldn't ever have full control over. it harmed others and it harmed him- he had the electricity provoked scars across his body to prove it.

that never stopped you from believing the utmost in him. you were always cheering him on, whether on the sidelines or in a mock battle with him. he swears he thought you were mocking him in the beginning, it wasn't a surprise, after all; it wouldn't have been the first time someone would've poked fun at the way he short-circuited when he used a voltage a bit too high.

but no, you weren't mocking him. you believed in him and his quirk, that he could exceed despite his limitations-- despite his lack of grasp on control.

"i think you're gonna be a great hero one day, kami," you said, tongue slightly sticking out as you scribbled a poor drawing of him in his hero costume at the corner of his biology textbook. #1 hero: chargebolt!

he smiled down at the drawing, heart beating a few paces faster than before as his finger traced over the drawing before he leaned over and scribbled over your worksheet in response.

"hey!" you exclaimed, giggles erupting from you as you elbowed him away from your papers. the both of you were laughing now, trying to silent yourselves in the big library you were currently inhabiting. students were shooting glares at the two of you as the laughter ensued.

“shhh,” he said, voice wobbly as he continued giggling despite the finger to his lips trying to silence the both of you. leaning in a bit too close to your face, mirth gleaming in your eyes, your foreheads touched in unison as the both of you tried to contain your amusement. and then. and then, it became quiet. the laughter dying down as the two of you looked into the others’ eyes.

his eyes gleamed a liquid honey, the sunlight from the window hitting him just as beautifully as it does to marigolds. beautiful, golden, and oh so bright. there was an unmistakable sense of self-consciousness within his eyes, as he looked down towards your lips before flitting back to your e/c eyes.

gnawing lightly on his lip, he smiled, eyes creasing slightly from his expression as he leaned back in his seat, “we should get back to work, y’know, y/n. can’t have you distracting me,” he elbowed you, laughing lightly again.

breaking out of the daze of the moment, you blinked and nodded to him, quickly grabbing your pen and getting back to the worksheet and textbook laid in front of you. heart beating quicker than before, you took a quick glance towards him from the corner of your eye, only to see him already looking at you. the both of you quickly turned your head away from the other, faces feeling heated.

denki swore he felt sapling of the marigold in his heart. he felt it, and he felt it grow in sizes and ache at the prospect of you and him.

and it grew. it grew and it grew until it felt like he couldn’t discern the difference between him choking on the petals of orange and gold or from the shine of your smile, blinding him so dearly.

flowers growing abundantly within ribcage, similar to the feeling of an infestation of butterflies. he felt the gardenia ruffle in his system when your fingers brushed his, and he couldn’t help but want more. more and more and more. he wanted all of your sunshine; all of you.

he was thinking of what he could possibly do, how could he confess and splatter the words to you, without absolutely messing it up. it was then when he had heard their words. their words of mockery, and how they made fun of him. denki wasn’t one to be hurt as easily. he was smiles and brightness if there was a human form, and he didn’t turn down teasing. but this.

this was- they were making fun of his weaknesses- of something he couldn’t control. they way he short-circuited, left completely defenseless and unaware of his surroundings and indisputably weak. of how he couldn’t possibly become a hero when he needed saving himself. there was never a mention of his strength, of how he could put out nearly two million volts of electricity, of how he was strong.

and then the overbearing thoughts came. all the insecurities that built up since entering UA, and how they’ve been pushed down because heroes can’t show weakness. his fists clenched and knuckles whitened as heartbeat accelerated and tears formed in his eyes, threatening to fall.

he led himself down a small field, it was right next to the school, a place where you and him came to study and sometimes just spend time with each other. chanting within himself, don’t cry don’t cry don’t cry as he made his way down the grass, hands shaking from fury and desolation.

don’t cry, you’re not allowed-

“denki?”

he looked up to see your face, concern spread across your face as you assessed his expression and form. “are you-”

“no! no i’m okay, i’m fine. i promise.” he smiled, quickly wiping at his eyes for any stray tears as he looked at you brightly.

you blinked. “o-kay.” you pointed towards a willow tree near the center of the field, “wanna go sit there? just hang out?” you asked him, a tentative smile gracing your face as you reached out to touch his shoulder as a means to give him a comforting touch.

he nodded, hands still mildly shaking as he slipped his hand into yours. the both of you sat underneath the shade of the willow tree, flowers growing near the edge of its roots. you laid your head back against the trunk of the willow as you said, “you know you’re gonna be a great hero someday? i don’t know what they said, but you are. you’re strong, denki. for fucks sake, you can produce two million volts of electricity. you don’t think that’s powerful? look at your lightning scars- they show your strength; as a matter of fact i- mmph!”

you were cut off with him leaning forward and planting his lips on top of yours. his lips still had the salty taste of tears on them, as he kept one scarred hand cupping your face as he kissed you intensely, the sun shining on both of your faces as you turned properly to kiss him back with just the amount of emotion.

you leaned back for air, when he said, “i really really like you, y/n,”

you quirked an eyebrow at him, a smirk passing on your face, “yeah? well i really really like you too, chargebolt.”

he grinned at your words, as you held his hand covered in lichtenberg figures, and left a light kiss across a pale scar. heart soaring as the marigolds in his heart ruffled once more in delight of a found love.

Friendships

Can I just be honest for a second ? Friendships suck. You put all of your trust and emotions into someone else’s careful hands only to have them not care and show little to no emotion towards you. You go from being best friends to not even talking to each other I know I did something wrong but I’ve done everything I can what more do I need to do.

MHA Boys Catch Mineta Perving On You Pt. 2

Ft. Kirishima, Denki, Iida, Sero x fem!reader

Warnings: Swearing, sexual harassment, violence, mentions of death, Mineta hatred (really, I write these things purely to let off steam about how much I hate that guy)

Notes: I just wanted to say a huge thank you for the amount of support that part one got. I honestly never expected so much positive feedback, since it was something I just spat out because I was bored. 

Also I apologise for my very clear Sero-bias in this post. I have such a soft spot for that man, it’s unbelievable. 

Part 1

Ejirou Kirishima

Looking back, you should probably have seen it coming. After all, Mineta hadn’t changed at all in your three years at UA. So why would you think he’d be any different at your graduation?

As a final farewell, Classes A and B had gotten together to organise one last gathering before you were all released into the real world. And unlike most things the Hero Course students did together, the planning and execution of the party had gone spectacularly.

Before you knew it, your last night as UA students was drawing to a close.

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insecurities

request: in which Bakugou, Todoroki, Izuku, Kirishima and Kaminari are about to get intimate with their partner but their partner has body insecurities.

warning(s): may be triggering to those sensitive about their looks/body, low self esteem, implied sex, cursing, aged up (19+)

— [♡] ; bakugou katsuki

Bakugou is a bit brash and rough around the edges and he’s fully aware of that, but when it comes to you, he’s a gentleman. He is very careful, kind and protective with you. He’s really into you.

So when you started crying in the middle of a heated make out he was startled. He immediately thinks that he hurt you somehow.

“What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?” He’s looking down at you with concerned eyes and furrowed brows.

You’re embarrassed and at this point covering your face with your hands while you cried.

“Hey. Talk to me, dummy.” Bakugou spoke to you softly. He’d gently take your wrist trying to remove your hands from your face. You reluctantly let him move your hands exposing your wet eyelashes and tear stained cheeks.

“I’m sorry.” Your voice was small and you felt extremely vulnerable underneath his intense gaze.

“What are you sorry for?” At this point he’s confused just as much as he is worried.

“I don’t want to disappoint you..” You feel your bottom lip quiver and tears forming at the rim of your eyes.

“Disappoint me? What are you on about?” Bakugou is a tough boy but he’s fucking beyond worried at this point. He just wishes you would tell him what’s wrong so he could fix it.

You would finally admit to him that you don’t like your body. You never have. That it’s frustrating for you being in a relationship with him and wanting to take it to the next level but you just can’t bring yourself to be completely naked in front of him. Not yet.

Man, his heart is really aching at your words.

He’s also shocked because he genuinely believes every inch of you is perfect so it’s shocking to hear you’re worried that he won’t like your body.

He’s not the best with words but he’ll try.

“How do you not know that you’re fucking beautiful? Everything about you is perfect, even when you annoy the fuck out of me you’re still perfect. I couldn’t care less about how your body looks so don’t think stupid thoughts like that.” He tried and in the process he makes you smile the tiniest of smiles.

You feel a little silly because at the end of the day it’s Katsuki for god’s sake. This boy loves you so much.

He’s willing to tell you that you’re perfect everyday until you believe it.

— [♡] ; todoroki shouto

Todo wouldn’t ever pressure you into doing something you weren’t ready to do or something you weren’t comfortable with. He’s extremely patient and considerate of your feelings. It’s almost scary what he can put up with.

But I think after enough rejection and excuses every time you two start to get intimate he’d start to feel like he was the problem. You know with coming from a traumatizing childhood, I don’t think he’d take rejection, especially from a loved one, very lightly. It’d really hurt him.

He just wants to make you happy in any and every way possible so he would start to think he’s lacking in some area.

Todoroki is very articulate with his thoughts so it wouldn’t be long before he brought up how he was feeling.

It’d most likely be after another rejection, usually in the middle of a heated makeout and clothing start to come off.

“Darling.. am I doing something wrong?” His voice is soft as he looks at you sitting on the other side of the bed.

“What do you mean?” You tilted his head in confusion.

He then explains how he feels and you start to feel awful. You never wanted him to feel like you didn’t want him. If anything you thought it would have been the other way around.

“Babe, no! You’re not doing anything wrong. I’m just.. kind of insecure about my body. I don’t want to upset you.” You admit.

Todoroki is upset because he thinks you’re stunning in every way and doesn’t want to accept the fact you don’t see you’re as highly as you should.

From that point forward he’s more determined to make sure he does everything in his power to make you feel beautiful and comfortable in your own skin.

— [♡] ; izuku midoriya

“We can stop if you want to, bunny.” Izuku’s voice is gentle while he looks at you in concern.

He knew something was wrong the moment your body tensed up when his hands began to pull at your shirt so he immediately halted his actions to check on you.

“No.. I’m just..” You struggle to find your words and he could see that. It was tough for you to admit you had body insecurities to him because you’ve never told anyone how you really feel. You didn’t like being vulnerable so you kept it all to yourself hoping that one day you’ll magically wake up and love yourself but it doesn’t work that way. You knew that.

“It’s me.. your Midoriya. You can tell me anything, remember?” He gave you a reassuring smile and a gentle squeeze on your leg.

“My body.. I don’t..” You trailed off feeling more and more anxious.

Izuku wouldn’t press you to continue speaking because he would already connect the dots. Not from just now but other behaviors he’s noticed throughout his relationship with you. It all makes sense now.

He’s also upset that he didn’t figure this out sooner on his own so he could comfort and support you.

Izuku is very in touch with his emotions so it wouldn’t surprise me if he starts tearing up at you. He’d immediately reassure you that you’re beyond beautiful and he doesn’t care about how your body looks, he never has. He just loves everything about you.

He doesn’t expect for all your insecurities to disappear at his words either because he knows it doesn’t work like that.

Izuku is 1000% ready and willing to help you build your confidence every step of the way.

You two would end up cuddling and just opening up to one another. You both pinky promised that whenever you two were going through something that you would say something so you can be there for each other.

— [♡] ; kirishima eijirou

“Are you sure, babe?” Kirishima pulled away from your hot and passionate kiss looking at you with concerned eyes.

“Of course, I want to make you feel good.” You kissed him again, hands beginning to unbuckle his belt but something seemed off. You pulled away and furrowed your brows in confusion at your boyfriend.

He looked like something was bothering him and it worried you. Have you done something to upset him?

“What’s wrong..?” You sat on your knees between his legs resting your hands on his thighs.

“I feel like I’m using you.” He admits.

“Why do you feel that way?” You shook your head in confusion still not understanding what was bugging him.

“You’re always so willing to please me but.. I never have the chance to return the favor.” He says sadly.

“Baby.. you’re not using me please don’t feel that way.” Your hand rested on the side of his cheek.

“I just figured that.. I’d only do things for you because I’m scared that you won’t like my body if we do have sex.” You say.

Kirishima doesn’t know whether to be angry at society’s unachievable beauty standards or mad at himself for “failing” to make you feel beautiful and comfortable in your own skin.

Of course he was unaware of how you felt about your body but he still feels like a bad boyfriend. He thinks he should’ve known sooner so he could do something.. anything.

Kirishima 100% wrapping you up in his arms and smothering you in a hug because he feels like right now that’s all he can do.

He’s thinking a million thoughts but the only words that he can form are; “I love you.. and I think you’re the most breathtaking person alive.”

He’s giving you forehead kisses while he basically cradles you in his arms.

You feel like crying but you hold it in. It just feels really good to be loved for you by someone you’re head over heels for.

— [♡] ; kaminari denki

Kaminari is your biggest hype man. You cut your hair? He’s hyping you. You’re wearing a new outfit? He’s hyping you. You do the bare minimum? He’s still hyping you.

It’s literally

You: H-

Kaminari: “You have no business out here looking the way you do.”

When he finds out you’re not happy with your body he almost thought it was a mean joke to play on him and yourself.

He genuinely can’t wrap his head around you not loving yourself because he thinks you’re beyond perfect, almost otherworldly.

You told Kaminari that you wanted to before having sex and he was 100% and willing to wait for you.

But here you were, a little tipsy straddling your boyfriend on the couch. Everything was going well until that little voice in your head continuously reminded you about your insecurities.

Kaminari takes notice of your sudden shift in energy.

“We can wait, baby! There’s no pressure!” He’s giving you a reassuring and cheerful smile. His cheeks were slightly rosy from the drinks he’s had earlier in the night.

“No.. I want to.. It’s just my body..”

“What about your body, baby?”

“I don’t like it.”

This boy loses his shit.

Like what do you mean you don’t like your body? You’re the most beautiful person he’s ever seen! Kaminari is still waiting the day he wakes up because he can’t believe that he landed such a babe like you!

He holds your face in his hands and gives you a whole speech with an introduction, body and conclusion on every single thing he loves about you.

Kaminari is determined to help you build your self esteem by any means.

He loves you and you should love yourself!

Confessions Gone Wrong

Kaminari

You’ve liked him for a while and you decide to tell him in a way he’ll understand: pickup lines.

Unfortunately for you, he’s not the brightest.

You use a classic: I’d ask you to go to the movies, but I’m not allowed to bring snacks.

It takes him a bit. He kind of just stares at you for a second and you can see the gears turning inside his head.

Once it clicks, he starts cracking up and gives you the cute smile you love to see.

But!

He responds with “ that’s great, Y/N! Whoever you tell that to definitely fall for you!”

Dumb. dumb as he**.

You take that as a rejection since in your head there is no way that someone as well versed in pickup lines as Denki Kaminari would not know they’re being flirted with…-_-

He legitimately could not tell that you were flirting with him.

He thought you were asking for advice about a pickup line you were going to use on someone else and the idea that you like someone else gets him a little down in the dumps.

He’s pouty for the rest of the day.

At lunch, he sits with the Bakusquad, per usual, and Mina immediately corners him about his mood.

He tells her about how you told him about this cool pickup line and your crush.

Mina immediately slaps her forehead so hard it echoes through the whole school.

Bakugou is just laughing at Kaminari’s cluelessness and when Denki asks what’s so funny, Bakugou just rolls his eyes.

“They were flirting with you, idiot! The pickup line was for you!”

He just stares wide-eyed at Mina, head spinning with this new revelation.

Once he processes what she just said, he jumps up and starts looking around.

“I’ve gotta find Y/N real quick!”

Once he finds you in the lunch crowd, he runs over to you and drags you into a nearby hallway.

You start to speak but he puts a finger up to your lips.

“ Uh, are you a library book? Because I’m checking you out!”

He stares into your eyes with an expectant grin.

On the other hand, you can’t help but be disappointed because since he rejected you already, the pickup line must be for someone else, right?

Dumb. Dumb as he**.

“It’s a nice pickup line, Denki. Whoever you confess to is a lucky person.”

“Well then, count yourself fortunate.”

Your ears perk up at that and you realize that he’s confessing to you right now.

“Are you confessing? But I thought…before...”

“I was just being stupid before. I’m sorry for not accepting your pickup line.” He looks at you with big puppy eyes. “Can I make up for it now?”

You smirk with mischief.

“What exactly did you have in mind?”

He slowly leans forward, the distance between your lips shrinking with each passing second.

Before he reaches your face, he hesitates as if asking for permission.

You smile and nod before shutting your eyes and putting your hands around his neck to fully close the distance.

Momo

She’s responsible, beautiful, and kind. How could anyone not have a crush on her?

You decide to be cute and write a poem for her confessing your feelings, and leave it in her locker.

It’s heartfelt and you spend hours trying to get the wording right, but eventually, you find the words that will convey your feelings to the best ability.

You put it in her locker during lunch, so she’ll find it after school.

When she sees it flutter to the floor, she immediately smiles at the notion of being confessed to by someone other than Mineta.

She reads it and is amazed by the poetic ability of the writer.

She wants to compliment the person who wrote it but there’s one teensy-weensy problem.

You forgot to write your name, dumba**.

So Momo doesn’t know who it was that left the note in her locker, but she is determined to find out.

The next day, you walk up to her expectantly, hoping that she will have seen your letter and will either accept you or reject your confession.

She doesn’t seem much different from any other day and she doesn’t say anything about the letter, so you assume that to be her rejection.

If she isn’t saying anything, it’s probably because she doesn’t want to ruin your friendship, so you decide not to press it anymore.

Momo asks everyone in class 1-A and 1-B about the letter, but no one knows anything about it.

Of course, she doesn’t ask you because she assumes that your nonchalance towards her during your earlier encounter must mean that you don’t like her romantically.

*Dora voice* Can you say miscommunication?

Both of you are disappointed now because you think that your crush will never like you back, the crush being each other.

Momo walks you home after school like you normally do.

She starts talking about this confession in her locker and saying how there was no name so she can’t find the sender.

You trip on your own feet and look at her with disbelief.

“Wait, wait, wait, I sent that.”

She just looks at you confused.

“I thought you had already rejected me.”

“No, silly! I just didn’t know it was from you!”

You both burst into laughter at your silly miscommunication.

“I would love to go out with you, Y/N. The letter was so sweet, especially now that I know it came from you.”

She gives you a little wink and continues walking as you stay frozen in place with the shock of what just happened.

Bakugo

You’ve hated him and his guts since kindergarten.

He always bragged about how amazing his quirk was and you despised how cocky he was.

Over the years, your arguing devolved into witty banter and you realized that you enjoy exchanging quips with him. Slowly, your hate developed into romantic feelings.

When he sees you walk into the classroom in the morning, he obviously decides to insult you because what else are you supposed to say to the person you have feelings for?

“You look like sh**”

“Yeah, I was up all night screwing your mom.”

This earned a chorus of “ooh”’s from the bakusquad.

“Oh, please. I hate the hag, but my mom is way too good for you.”

You nod admittedly. “I’ll give you that. Pretty runs in your family.”

You regret your words the second they come out of your mouth because you think he now knows that you like him.

He doesn’t even notice what you said.

But admitting that you like him out loud gets you thinking that there is no possible way that he likes you considering how he insults you every day.

You ignore his insults all day and brush him off completely.

He immediately notices when you don’t respond to him rubbing his grades in your face.

He is very confused because he, as well, has come to be amused by your back-and-forth banter.

Later, you two are paired together for a training exercise.

This is awfully inconvenient for you as you have been trying to avoid him the entire day but fate always finds a way to put its ships back together.

You’re slightly off your guard because you can’t help but think about how good he looks in his training uniform and then feel bad for thinking that cuz you “know” he doesn’t like you back.

He easily takes advantage of this and you find yourself pinned to the mat within minutes 😏.

Here he finally confronts you about the way you’re acting.

“What the he!! is wrong with you, nerd?”

“Nothing’s wrong with me!”

“Don’t pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about! You’ve been being… weird all day!”

“Weird how?!”

“You’ve been ignoring me! I was talking to you all of last class but you didn’t even look at me once!”

“You mean when you were insulting how I look? Maybe I don’t like to be called an ugly worm!”

“Well, yeah, but you normally say something back!”

“I figured you would rather have me ignore you since according to you, looking at my face makes you sick.”

He has the decency to look sheepish.

“You know I don’t actually mean that, right?”

“I’m not even sure anymore!”

“Well, I don’t mean it! Anyone who doesn’t think you’re beautiful is either blind or stupid!”

Your breath hitches in your throat at what he just said.

It takes him a moment to process what you’re staring at him for but when he finally realizes his face heats up and he pushes himself off of you.

A grin starts to spread across your face.

“You think I’m beautiful?”, you say, barely loud enough for him to hear.

That stops him in his tracks.

“No! I just think that you aren’t completely trashy-looking!”

You hop up and stand right in front of him.

“That’s not what you just said.”

He starts to look more annoyed but the tips of his ears are still red.

“Well, maybe I didn’t mean it.”

“Well, maybe you just admitted that you think I’m beautiful.”

He scoffs and turns away from you.

“Yes, I think you’re beautiful, Y/N, geez. You are the most attractive person I have ever met and it has been torture to be in the same class with you since year one, knowing that the only way I will ever get your attention is by insulting you.”

You just stand there with your mouth open.

“Tch, you don’t even like me like that.”

Now it’s your turn to scoff.

“I’m sorry? Who said I don’t like you like that?”

Bakugou turns around to look at you with a mix of hope and suspicion in his eyes.

“Do you? Like me, I mean?”

“Yes, Bakugou Katsuki. I, L/N Y/N, do indeed like you.

“I swear I can never tell when you’re serious.”

“Well, come over here already and I’ll show you how serious I am.”

Friendship and Dating with Tommy

bat anon, your wish is my command

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idk if you do requests but if you do, deku, denki, tamaki and whoever you want when they cry during an argument because of what their s/o said (make it something really rude D:)

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐂𝐑𝐘 𝐃𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓

― izuku, denki, tamaki x gn!reader

warnings ;; cursing, crying, angst to fluff, grammar issues, everyone is 18+

notes ;; i've been in izuku, tamaki and denki brainrot these days so i'm doing all the requests including them‼️

―― arguments with 𝐈𝐙𝐔𝐊𝐔 were rare. there were two ways an argument with him could go; one, you both apologize and talk it out. two, you yell at each other - if you can call izuku's small replies yelling, he'd never raise his voice at you, even if he's pissed. the fact that he wasn't yelling, seemed to anger you more, and when he was trying to say something you just burst, “oh my fucking god izuku, can you shut up for like, one minute?! you're so annoying and i can't even with you right now―” “oh.” it goes quiet, and you turn on your heels, going into the bedroom and slamming the door shut behind you.

izuku's left alone with his thoughts, not two minutes later, he's sniffling, trying to hold back his tears but to no avail when all it takes is one glace the a photo frame of you two on a table for him to start crying. at that exact moment, you come out of the room, now calm and ready to talk it out, when you see his tears, you feel so much guilt but you couldn't beat yourself up about it, you had to comfort izuku, especially since you're at fault for what happened. “... izuku” you start softly, and he looks up at you with teary eyes, “i'm so sorry. i didn't mean it, you aren't annoying at all.” he sniffles again, “it's okay...” “no. it's not,” you say, “what i said was wrong, okay? there's no denying that.” you slowly wrap your arms around him and he melts into the hug, “i'm so sorry 'zuku, i promise i didn't mean anything i said. i'm just a dumbass.”

―― 𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐊𝐈 had just asked you how your day was, and when you said it was bad he made a joke in hopes you'd smile, that's when you literally took a bad day out on him. in the years you've dated, there hasn't been anything serious other than playful banter and miscommunications that were quickly solved. you would've never thought the first big argument you'll have would be caused because of one bad day. denki, who was genuinely just trying to cheer you up, takes a back at the words that spill out of your mouth, “can you just stop― you aren't making anything better. you can never take anything seriously and i don't even know why i'm still with you!”

deciding you needed some space, he leaves the room, hoping the next time he comes back, everything would be fine. he tries not to think about it, hoping it was just the heat of the moment that made you say that. he keeps telling himself that it was just that you took your anger out on him, and that he didn't do anything to make you want to leave him. he sits down on the couch and tries to calm his rapidly beating heart when he hears footsteps behind him. “denki,” you say his name softly, like he's glass and oh, so fragile, not because you think he's weak. you just don't want to hurt his feelings again.

he hums in acknowledgement, turning his head to face you with a smile that didn't meet his eyes and tears pooling in his eyes, if he blinks, the. “i'm sorry,” you apologize, taking one of his hands in yours, grazing a thumb over his knuckles. “i shouldn't have taken my anger out on you,” he goes to speak but you keep talking, “i'm so sorry, i didn't mean it. i would never, ever question why i'm with you.” he smiles, a shaky smile with tearful eyes, “i love you.”

―― like izuku, 𝐓𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈 would never raise his voice at you, it was one of the things he made himself promise to never do, because he cannot ― and will not, be the reason you cry or become sad. majority of the argument, he stays quiet, only saying something when you question him or look at him, waiting for his input. he'd rather have you both sat down and have the topic of the argument talked over without you both yelling, or, accusing each other. “can we sit down and talk it over?” he asks in a weak attempt to make you stop yelling at him. “no, amajiki.” his face falls into a deeper frown at your words, “can you face this problem without being a coward? i know you're probably the most pessimistic person i've met but fuck, can you just―” you groan, pinching the bridge of your nose. “i'm this close to giving up on us!”

that one sentence has him crumbling to the floor. his hands cover his face and he's trying not to sob, trying not to be weak. but one glance at your wide eyes through his fingers, and his breathing quickens. there's probably tears flowing down his cheeks freely, but, he doesn't care. all he's thinking about is the face that you're close to leaving him, leaving him because of his pessimistic and probably his social anxiety. “fuck,” you mutter, dropping on your knees next to him. “tama,” unlike before, you're gentle, and you slowly raise your hands to his that cover his face, bringing them to his lap so you can look at him in the eye. “i'm so sorry tama. i didn't mean any of that. i don't mind that you're pessimistic and neither have i ever thought about leaving you.” “y-you promise?” he manages to stutter out, squeezing your hands, “that i'm enough?” you nod. “yes. i promise that you're enough tamaki, i love you.”

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