Lilkessler - Lil

oh, how i love being a woman.

[caption: 10 gifs of the women of anne with an e interacting.

the first gif is from 3x06, of marilla and rachel talking and smiling at the fair. the second gif is from 3x10, of the girls stading outside the boarding house, looking excited.

the third gif is from 1x06, of aunt josephine talking to minnie may, who’s sitting down at the kitchen table, and anne, diana and ruby, who are cooking. the fourth gif is from 3x08, of marilla and anne walking out of the horse stables arm in arm.

the fifth gif is from 3x01, of anne and ka'kwet kneeling down on the riverbank, looking at their reflections. the sixth gif is from 2x08, of the girls standing outside in the snow, dancing, after prissy runs out of the church on her wedding day.

the seventh gif is from 2x09, of anne, marilla and miss stacy inside the story club, pinky-swearing. the eighth gif is from 3x03, of mary sitting down and holding delphine in her arms, talking to anne (off-screen) and smiling slightly.

the ninth gif is from 2x10, of anne, ruby and diana hugging in front of the wreckage of the story club. the tenth gif is from 1x02, of anne and diana holding on to the fence, feeling the wind in their hair and smiling.]

𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝙸𝚣𝚞𝚔𝚞, 𝙳𝚎𝚗𝚔𝚒, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙷𝚒𝚝𝚘𝚜𝚑𝚒 𝙺𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚆𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚈𝚘𝚞

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𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚎𝚞𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚕

𝙵𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎: 𝙽𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

𝙻𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟸 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 <𝟹

𝚃𝚠: 𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚎 (𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸’𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚍𝚍 𝚒𝚝)

𝚁𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛, 𝚖𝚢 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝟷𝟹+! 𝙿𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝!

𝙿𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚙𝚢! 𝚁𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 :)

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-He was late to class so naturally while running, he had dropped everything in his hands because he has really shitty luck

-You and Izuku had been friends for a while so of course, you stopped to help him

-You gathered up all of the notebooks and papers with him, handing them all back to him except one notebook that caught your eye. It was labeled ‘Hero Analysis For The Future’

-You picked it up and started looking through it, causing him to blush and try to get you to stop but you merely kept looking

-”Oh that's so cool, you have Miruko in here! She’s my favorite hero! Can you tell me more about her? I always thought I was her biggest fan but from the looks of it you know more than I do!”

-He immediately stopped trying to get you to stop looking, admiring the excited look on your face as you flipped through all of the sketches and notes about your favorite hero

-His heart swelled as he smiled at you

-”Well class is about to start..why don’t I tell you after school? I mean I usually train but hanging out with you seems more fun!”

-Training had just ended and Denki was in pretty bad shape

-He was in ‘stupid mode’ as the bakusquad had meanly dubbed it, cuts and bruises along his arms and legs and a far off look on his face

-You didn’t get banged up as bad as he did and it bothered you to see how everyone was making fun of him when he was all cut up like that so you took it upon yourself to take care of him

-You made sure he drank water, patched up the bruises as best you could until he was conscious enough to go see Recovery Girl, and thwacked your friends on the head for laughing at him

-When he finally started to feel like himself again, he found that his head was in someones lap and they were playing with his hair

-He looked up and saw your face and his heart about exploded in his chest

-He was used to casually flirting and having small crushes but the feeling that he got when he looked at you was something different. He felt like he was on fire in the best way possible

-You looked down at him and smiled, ignoring the blush on his face

-”Glad to see you’re back with us, Kaminari! How are you feeling?” -He smiled and leaned into the hand that was in his hair, uttering a quiet “perfect”

-It had been a normal day for Hitoshi, people shying away from him in the hallway, others teasing him about his villainous quirk, one even going so far as to say he’d never be a hero and he should just stop trying

-You had overheard from where you sat at your desk and decided that it was enough

-You stood up and walked over to the crowd around his desk

-”Would you guys shut up already? I’m sure you’re all just like him, wannabe heroes who failed the entrance exam and are now stuck in general studies like unworthy little bitches. The thing is, unlike you schmucks, he actually has potential. The heroes see that and they want him, not you. Now stop being jealous and back the fuck up”

-The crowd, now terrified of you, listened and simply went back to their seats without another word. You smiled at Hitoshi and stood next to his desk

-”Sorry, I guess that was a little mean of me to say to them, huh? It was just annoying to hear them pick on you when they’re clearly just jealous!”

-He looked at you, heart nearly beating out of his chest

-”Ah, no it's uh- it's fine.. I just don’t understand exactly why you would do that. I mean they weren’t wrong, I do have a villain's quirk..”

-You shook your head and put a hand on his shoulder. “Shinsou, there’s no such thing. Quirks are merely an extension of people, they do not define a person and they never will. You want to be a hero and you want to help people, I really admire that. That is who you are, you are not a villain just because your quirk seems a little scary!”

-A blush spread across his face as a warm feeling enveloping his chest

-”Thank you”

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𝙷𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜! 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚢 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎! 𝙱𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚜! 𝙳𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝙸’𝚖 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞! 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎 <𝟹

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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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.

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.”

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• Class 1-A Boys Carrying You to Bed •

thanks to me getting thrown right back into my bnha obsession, and because of my new infatuation with the manga, I’m ignoring my pre-established responsibilities and writing headcanons for the class 1-A boys carrying you to bed after you fall asleep in the common room and no one can stop me. these bitches are so strong and would have no problem picking people up whatsoever, and the softness of this concept just hits real nice, so have whatever the hell my brain made up.

•Izuku Midoriya•

Freaks out for a solid five minutes about getting that close to you while you’re asleep, and then takes another five to determine the best way to carry you to your room without waking/disturbing you. Super gentle about picking you up off the couch. Nearly drops you on the stairs when he feels you snuggle against his chest, but he’d never forgive himself if you were greeted with a cold, bruising wake up call. He murmurs things as he helps you into bed — pretty much just recites things he’s currently doing out loud like a dork. Definitely placed his hand against the side of your face and pressed a kiss to the back of it. Just a complete mess on the way to your room, but he had the softest smile on his face when he left. Probably tells Momo to keep an eye on you and make sure you get up on time for school the next morning (even though he checked to make sure your alarm was set).

•Katsuki Bakugo•

Let’s be honest, he’d probably shove you off the couch on a regular day LMAO — but if you look particularly peaceful or passed out, Katsuki will end up carrying you to bed. He’s not super cautious about hoisting you up all cute and bridal style, but if you stir a little because of it he’ll quietly lull you back to sleep by murmuring little things into your hair. Has a list of his classmates’ names who gave him funny stares on the way to your room for...future purposes. Sleep is important to him, so he makes sure you’re warm and tucked into bed well enough for you to get maximum rest. Brushes loose strands of hair out of your face and whispers a particularly soft goodnight before heading to his own room for the evening.

•Denki Kaminari•

Lightly shakes you to bleary consciousness so that he can carry you piggyback style, but you’ll quickly fall asleep again when your cheek settles against his shoulder. He’s incredibly warm for no reason whatsoever, though you’re definitely not complaining. Will hum a quiet, gentle song as he brings you to your room. Puts a blanket over you to supplement for the lack of his proximity. And if he notices that you didn’t plug in your phone before you passed out, he’ll stick around for a bit to manually charge it himself. Definitely nuzzles his nose against your cheek as a goodnight, ‘cause he once said that it reminds him of pikachu and he thinks it’s adorably fitting.

•Eijiro Kirishima•

Can and will carry you like you’re a koala bear, with his hands supporting your thighs and your arms lazily draped around his neck. Constantly coos about how cute you look while walking to your dorm room. If you’re half awake, he’ll do the little landing thing where you’re unceremoniously plopped on the bed, and if not, he’s super gentle and he makes sure that nothing disturbs your sleep. He’ll tuck you in super snug and will add sound effects while doing so, just to see if a dazed smile will grace your features for a fleeting moment. Squeezes your leg softly yet playfully on the way out as a parting gesture, and texts you the next morning before breakfast to see if you’re awake.

•Tenya Iida•

To be completely honest, he’d probably wake you up as well but much more gently than Bakugo. “You won’t get a proper rest on the couch, and that’s never good for your performance capacity tomorrow!” But it really just depends on the day. Sometimes he’ll carry you and other times he won’t, but he’s absolutely not opposed to the former — he just gets kinda flustered and wants to make sure that he won’t wake you up halfway up the staircase, ya know? Iida leaves a sticky note behind on your desk to let you know that he brought you up and hopes that you have a good rest. Super considerate about it and asks how you slept the next day as soon as he sees you.

•Shoto Todoroki•

The textbook definition of gentle, don’t even fight me on this. If you were under a blanket on the couch, he will adjust his body temperature to mimic the warmth of it to the best of his ability when he picks you up. If you feel too hot, he’ll try to cool you off a little bit by doing the opposite — but he doesn’t make it overly cold in fear of waking you or making the temperature uncomfortable. Also the type to write a note for you to find the next day, simply explaining how you ended up in your room last night. Kisses your forehead all tender-like before he leaves and quietly wishes you sweet dreams.

I want a hug and cuddles.