Lilkessler - Lil

I’ve missed your bnha posts sm (stilllove your hq posts). could I request bakugo, denki, deku, and sero having an event to go to since their pro heros and them not knowing what to wear and you’re helping them with it? take your time love ya

Helping Them Dress for an Event

Bakugou/Kaminari/Midoriya/Sero x GN!Reader (separate)

Fluff

a/n: lmfaoo I haven’t written for bnha in so long anon, I missed it too! I love this request cuz it’s way faster writing scenarios like this. I’m glad I finally have some for bnha rather than hq ly2 <33

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BAKUGOU has the worst attitude when it comes to pro hero events. He’s grumpy and annoyed and he swears nothing goes right for him on those days. Bakugou always struggles to find clothes because of his attitude. He’s swearing up and down and throwing clothes around, unable to find the right outfit. 

“I don’t understand why I even have to go to this stupid party,” he yells into his closet. “I fight villains and save lives daily and they still want more from me. I have nothing to wear- that’s it! I’m not going anymore.”

You usually come in before he can explode even more, guiding him to your shared bed while you look through his closet. He’s always appreciative when you take over for him. And when you finally find something, he loves that you don’t force him into it, he loves how you patiently wait for him to pull himself together.

“You’d look so handsome in this, Katsuki.” He rolls his eyes. “It’s only for a little while, and when you come home you’ll see the surprise I have for you.” 

“I’m leaving the second my publicist says it’s appropriate.” He pulls you into a hug, swaying side to side. “And it better be a nice surprise.”

KAMINARI is laying in bed while you dig through his closet. He claims that he trusts your sense of fashion, but you and him both know it’s because he takes too long or because he chooses the most informal outfits. You usually spend a lot of time looking because his closet is a mess, clothes thrown carelessly after rummaging through it.

“You’re the best, babe,” he calls from the bed. “I’m gonna be the best dressed hero because of you.”

“If you don’t get up and help you’re gonna be the worst dressed hero at the event.”

Your threat always gets Kaminari jumping off the bed, he’s quick to help you fold all the clothes he’s left thrown around while you search. He really does mean it when he says you’re the best. It’s because of you that Kaminari feels like the hottest hero the world has ever seen, his friends think so too.

“How’s this?” You pull out a shirt and see his eyes practically sparkle.

“Chill out, Y/N,” he smirks. “Do you want someone to steal me from you? All the babes will be on me.”

“I’m positive the head of the commission won’t even bat an eye on you, Denki.” You close the closet door and walk towards the door, leaving your offended boyfriend to pout.

MIDORIYA always picks out his clothes last minute. He’s always in a rush and dumps every article of clothing onto the bed, trying with all his might to find something decent to wear. When he’s close to giving up, he’s quick to call your name, guilt evident in his voice.

“Please.” He doesn’t have to say anything else, the clothes on the bed and his apologetic smile says it all.

“You should’ve called me before taking everything out of your closet, Izu.”

While you look through the pile of clothes, everything you’ve deemed ‘not good enough’ is quickly folded (it was the least he could do). He scolds himself every time, telling himself to quit leaving things until the last minute, and to learn how to dress himself for these types of events, but he won’t lie and say he doesn’t enjoy seeing you tend to him.

“Ah, thank you thank you,” he says. “What would I do without you?”

“You’d go to the party with a shirt that says ‘dress shirt.’” His embarrassed flush stayed with Midoriya the entire party.

SERO doesn’t need help getting dressed, he just prefers it when you’re there to help. It’s fun pretending that he’s clueless while you bite your lip in concentration trying to find him something to wear.

“So… what’re we thinking? Casual, business casual, or…”

“Ya know, you’re the one going to this party, not me.” You side-eye him. “Why am I the one looking for your outfit?”

Sero doesn’t leave all the work to you, he pulls out what he thinks is appropriate for the event and asks for your opinion on them. He’s quick to model for you, enjoying the way you scrunch up your face when you don’t like it, and how your eyes light up when you do.

“See why I ask you to look for my outfit?” He turns around, giving you the full view. “You’re the reason why I’m hot.”

“I guess you’re alright,” you sigh. “You look very handsome.”

a/n: omg I loved this!! This is my first time writing for Denki and Sero :0 I hope their characterization is okay!! This was so cute. if you’re reading this just know that I like these types of prompts; where it’s more general things rather than quirk related things. Likes, comments, and reblogs are welcome and appreciated <33

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.

Matthew = Anne’s first kindred spirit

Let’s be lonely together

Pairing: Denki Kaminari x gn!reader

Genre: Fluff

Word count: 739

Warnings: None

A/N: Sorry my writing’s a little rusty😅 it’s been a while. Hope you enjoy tho!

It was late. You yawned as you walked back towards your dorm room, exhausted from the day’s training. More than anything, you were ready for a nice, warm bath and spend the night lounging in your comfy sweats before going to bed. A ping from your phone brought you out from your thoughts, alerting you to a message you had received.

Denks: Hey

You: Something up?

Denks: You busy rn?

You: Nope, just got back from training, why?

You waited for his reply, watching the three dots on the screen.

Denks: Eww you probably smell

You chuckled inwardly at his typical response.

You: Piss off

Denks: You ain’t getting rid of me that easily babe😚 no but seriously go wash

You felt your cheeks heat slightly at the nickname, although you were used to him flirting around jokingly.

Jokingly.

You: I was gonna when you texted me

Denks: Aight then nobody’s stopping ya

You set your phone aside and stepped inside the shower. “That was kinda odd,” you thought to yourself, frowning unconsciously. In your experience of being Denki’s friend, he rarely texted you a ‘hey’ like he did today. Usually the texts you received from him were things like ‘Hehehe check out this new meme’, or ‘Y/N LET’S GO BUY MAID OUTFITS KSJDJDJ’, or ‘bae Bakugous gonna kill me could u come convince him that I didn’t eat his spicy ramen PLEASE IM BEGGING U’. “I should probably go check on him later,” you decided.

After you had finished showering, you changed into your favourite hoodie and shorts and made your way to his room. It was still some time before curfew, so you figured you would not get into trouble for wandering to the boys’ side of the dorm. You arrived at Denki’s room and knocked on the door. “Denki? You there?” You did not have to wait long when he opened his door. “Oh, hey Y/N! Whatcha doing here?” “Just… came to hang out I guess,” you replied, walking in. “Perfect timing, I just recovered from my brains getting fried again,” he chuckled. You frowned. “Denks, I told you to call me whenever your quirk backfired and if you needed help.” “Yeah I was going to, but it wasn’t that bad this time so I could handle it,” he replied.

“Where’s everyone else?” you asked, referring to the Bakusquad. Usually at this time, Denki and the rest would be hanging out at each other’s dorms. “Oh, they, uh, they went out,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “Wait, they left you here?” “I mean, I had to rest up from training so I couldn’t go with them. It’s cool though, it happens a lot.” “Oh,” you said, not really knowing how to respond. “So, did you text me caz you were bored or something?” “Huh? Oh, yeah, I guess. I didn’t really have anything to do…” “You have plenty to do, Sparky,” you said, flicking his forehead and earning a small ‘oww’ in response. “Did you forget the assignment Mr. Aizawa gave us?” “Ah crap, I totally forgot about it!” You sighed. “Come, let’s do it together. I’m not finished either.” “Thanks, Y/N, you’re the best.”

An hour later, you two were lying on his bed, talking about nothing in particular. “Hey, Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“If I’m being honest, I texted you caz I was, uhh, I was feeling kinda lonely and you were the only person I thought of texting,” Denki mumbled. Your heart sped up annoyingly at his words. “Hey, you know you can text me anytime you need me, right?” you smiled. “Mhm,” he muttered, then sighed. “Ah, I really don’t deserve you.” “That’s not true, why would you say that?” He shrugged, then rolled over.

“Can we cuddle?” “H-huh?” you said, taken by surprise. “Pleasee,” Denki pouted. You turned your face away, feeling it heat up. “Friends don’t really cuddle, Denki… do they?” “I mean me and Sero do all the time but if that’s what you think then maybe we should drop the friends label already.” You whipped your head back to face him. “E-elaborate.”

“You like me, I like you, we should just date already, don’t you think?” You did not answer, trying to comprehend what he was saying, before an embarrassed smile made it‘s way onto your face. “You like me?” “Mhm, there’s no one else I’d rather be lonely with.”

“You’re so cheesy. Come cuddle me already.”

I want a hug and cuddles.

Anne receives a gift from Mary upon her engagement to Gilbert...

Anne Shirley-Cuthbert-soon-to-be Blythe was daydreaming over fashion plates for her wedding when a knock came at the kitchen door. Breaking out of her reverie, she turned her head and saw Bash on the other side of the screen. Smiling widely, she got up and opened it.

  “Bash, what a delightful surprise! Come in,” she told him, stepping back to let him through.

  “Hello, Anne,” Bash smiled warmly as he stepped inside.

  “Where’s Dellie?” she asked him, noting that the little girl wasn’t tagging along as she usually did.

   “Running her Uncle Gilbert ragged, no doubt,” Bash answered, his grin widening. Anne laughed.

  “Take a seat, would you like some of Marilla’s plum puffs?” she offered him.

  “No, thank you, my dear. I only have a few minutes before I have to return.”

  “I’ll pack you some to take back with you then,” Anne answered, bustling over to where Marilla kept her prize treats.

  “So what brings you here, Bash?” she asked him as she placed the carefully wrapped puffs on the table.

  “I’ve brought you a gift,” he told her, reaching into his vest. “From Mary.”

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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.