I'M IN LOVE

Pro Hero Parents

“Being a family means you are a part of something very wonderful. It means you will love and be loved for the rest of your life.”

– Lisa Weed

Annyong Haseyo!!!! Im here with a fic for the Domestic Daydream Collab hosted by @mindninjax I hope you like the fic! Thanks for giving me a chance to participate!

Pairing : Denki X F! Reader

Word count : 1K

Genre : Fluff!!!! Adorable family fluff!!!

Summary : Denki and your son come to pick you up from the airport when you arrive, because they missed you so much.

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“Yes he is sleeping… I made sure he didn’t stay up late playing video games… Wait? You were telling me to not play games late. That’s not fair! Don’t laugh”, wined Denki as he spoke to you on the phone as he kept glancing at the 4 year old child sleeping in the small pikachu bed.

“Hehehe, anyway, take care Denki. The mission is completed and I’ll be back soon”, you said as you looked at the time. You were so tired but you couldn’t help but to talk to your husband who is also a pro hero but was on a break for some days.

“Come back soon my queen. I miss you”, he yawned and continued, “I’m sure you are also sleepy”.

“Ah, you are tired. I told you, taking care of our little toddler is harder than catching a villain”.

“Yeah. He was so energetic and wouldn’t stop jumping around”, he wined as he looked at your son lovingly. “Not only his looks, but also his personality is so much like yours”, you said as you giggled. Denki silently closed the door of the room and walked towards the living room as he talked too you about your son.

“Okay then, now you go to bed. Love you”, you said as you laid on the bed. Denki sat on the couch and answered, “Please don’t keep me waiting. I love you too”, with that you both ended the call and you placed your phone on the table beside you and almost immediately fell asleep.

The next day as you were exiting the airport, with still the reporters following you. But you had a headache because of the jetlag. The citizens took your pictures in happiness and you waved to them in return. But you didn’t do interviews. You wanted to go and see your husband and son more than anything now. You were missing them both so much.

As you were walking you heard a voice saying, “MOMMY!!!!!”, your instantly knew that it was your little boy. You turned towards the source of the voice and saw your son running towards you with so much of excitement in his eyes. You ran towards your son and kneeled down to let him hug you. His little hands held you tight with all the strength he had. You planted kisses on his cheek and forehead as you hugged him. As if it was a magic, you instantly forgot about your headache after seeing your little angel.

“This isn’t fair, I am never greeted by him or you in this way”, Denki said as he approached you two. He was wearing all black suit and a black hat to cover his hair, with a white mask. He looked like a Kpop Idol in that outfit. As he pulled his mask down the reporters and the citizens were shocked and more people now started to record the two pro heros on their mobiles.

“Man I’m jealous now”, he said as he stood before you. “Don’t say that, we are always so happy to welcome you home”, Picking up your son, you hugged your husband. He returned your hug with a stronger embrace.

“Welcome home, Y/N”, he whispered in your ear as the people in the airport cheered for you two. You both had a fan base of yours because of how adorable you both looked together.

After an hour ride home, you plopped on the couch with your sleeping son in your hand as Denki locked the door behind him. Placing your travel bag near the couch, he said, “No wonder the car ride bored him. Look at him sleeping”, as he sat beside you.

“Well, look at him being so cute”, you replied as you both looked at your son with adoration. He was a handful but when he wasn’t sleeping, it seemed so quiet.

Denki placed a kiss on the side of you head as you cuddled him. He nuzzled your head as he squeezed you tight. You both missed each other so much. You guys didn’t see each other for 6 days. It wasn’t a long time but even a day without him lacked something in it. He felt the same way towards you and you knew it.

“I am sure we must be trending all over the place now”, he grinned earning a chuckle from you in return. You looked up towards him. His beautiful eyes looked at your and just when you two were about to kiss, you both heard a small wine from your son. Both of your attention shifted towards him. There you found him rubbing his eyes as he woke up.

“Damn he had to ruin the mood”, Denki said as he pecked your cheek and got up from the couch.

“AH! We are home?! I didn’t know that?”, your son said as he jumped down from the couch and tugged on your sleeve.

“Mom come with me. I need to show you something”, he said as he lead you towards his room. “Don’t you want to show me that?”, Denki wined as he followed you two with a milk bottle in his hand.

After going to his room your son took out a book from his table and placed it behind him. “Are you ready to see it”, he asked as he looked at you two excitedly.

“Yes baby, what is it”, you both said curiously looking at the energetic boy before you. He smiled and showed his little book with his drawing. It was mostly coloured stick figures of you three standing together. Denki almost laughed but before he slipped out a laugh you hit him with your elbow to stop him. You smiled brightly at your child and said, “OMG! Baby!! This is absolutely gorgeous!! You drew us so well!!!” Because of your complements he blushed and smiled widely with happiness. “Thank you, mommy!” he said as he hugged you and the Denki also joined your hug and ruffled his hair complimenting his art as he whispered a thank you to you.

You knew you had one of the most sweetest family and you’d never give it up for anything.

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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.”

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!

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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.

If you wanna see how I’m doing listen to this song 🎵

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.

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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