Confessions Gone Wrong

but it was never fake

playing; goodnight n go - ariana grande

pairing; kaminari denki x reader

denki and you agreed to fake date, but it didn’t go as planned.

“what, are you disappointed about the whole “fake dating” thing?” denki tries to laugh it off and places a hand on your shoulder. when he gets a better look at your face, he sees the clear droplets of tears rolling down your puffy cheeks.

feelings got involved and now, you’re not sure if any part of the relationship is still fake or even real. you’d lost the original reason of why it began but remember the number one rule of this agreement; to not fall in love with each other.

and every time you hugged each other after class, held hands while walking down the halls, could feel yourself slowly falling in love with him. but knowing it was all meaningless actions for show, was painful.

denki feels an anxious drop of sweat on his forehead and immediately tries to explain himself so your tears stop, “come on, y’know it—”

“denki… you jerk!” cutting him off by punching him in his shoulder where it hurts, you walk off towards the school gate with water-filled eyes.

“hey, wait!” he hollers, following you to the gate and attempting to stop you. you stopped and stood still, whipping your head so you could look back into his eyes with your heartbroken ones.

you pout before letting your lips loose, “i feel like an idiot now, it’s embarrassing.” you spill your feelings out to him and he could feel your pain in that sentence alone. he can’t help but feel the guilt wash over him like a violent wave in the sea.

You stare down at the floor watching your tears hit the gray cement, “i should’ve known better.”

denki’s eyes widen in disbelief, and his stomach churns at the empty tone of your voice. your words felt like bullets and now he really knows he screwed up.

what denki has been wanting to tell you is that he wants to make it official. he wants to make it clear to you that he has fallen in love with you. he wants to say screw the rule, and let’s keep holding your hands, keep hugging— and even kiss. the only thing holding him back is that the fear of it being unrequited.

he grabs ahold of your wrist pulling you back into a strong hug, “actually i like you, really. i always have.”

and when you turn around to meet his eyes, your lips are greeted with his. They’re warm, and needy as his hands go to your upper back to hold you closer, deepening his kiss. this is the first kiss you had shared together, and it for once felt real.

note; thank you @mattsvn for hosting such a wonderful collab! this was a jam to write <3

Endless TLOVM

I’m new to the fandom so I feel like I might be making jokes that have already been laughed at. But that won’t stop me from experimenting how far their stupidity and communicational skills don’t go.

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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characters: (aged up all) k. bakugo, e. kirishima, k. denki.

aizawa & shinso’s part here.

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bakugo didn't understand why you were angry at him—what had he done wrong? the silent treatment was making his blood boil, frustration bubbling from his core to his clenched fits. younger him might have allowed that anger to boil over and leave both of you burned, but he'd matured considerably since his high school years. instead, he closed his eyes, counted to ten, and took a deep breath.

"y/n?" he approached your spot on the couch, maintaing some distance. no response.

you didn't even acknowledge him, instead proceeding to scroll mindlessly through your phone. however, your mind wasn't even on its contents, rather focusing on the hurt throbbing in your chest.

"y/n, will you at least look at me?"

another deep breath at your lack of response. his fists were clenched, you knew. his face always gave away when he grew more frustrated.

he deserved it, you reminded yourself. he decided to call you annoying when you greeted him in the doorway, brushing you off and away from him in favor of stomping off to your shared bedroom.

he cursed under his breath, causing you to finally look up.

"don't wanna talk? fine. but good luck ignoring me like this." he was in front of you in an instant, strong arms throwing you up and over his shoulder before you could even process what was happening.

"k—" you gasped out, suddenly looking down at the hardwood floor, "katsuki!"

"thought you'd talk." you hated that you could hear the grin in his voice.

he started walking towards your room, not even slightly affected by your fists banging against his back.

"katsuki, put me down! put me down now!" you were desperately fighting laughter, trying with all your might to remain angry at your annoyingly strong boyfriend.

"nope, you're going to sit down and talk to me." he insisted, dropping you on your side of the bed. taking a seat next to you, he crossed his arms and leaned heavily against the headboard, "now, tell me why you're angry."

you pouted stubbornly, half tempted to make a break for the living room. once you accepted that the odds of you making it were slim, you breathed out heavily and averted your gaze, "i know you might've had a stressful day today, but.. i really don't appreciate how you greeted me at the door."

you turned to him when you were met with silence, only to come face-to-face with his dumbfounded expression.

"huh? how i.." he frowned, brows tugging together in concentration. you were about to speak when it dawned on him, his expression instantly morphing to one of regret, "oh, y/n.."

you nodded, pursing your lips together tightly, "and you don't have to talk to me about it, okay? i'd never force you to. but it's just really unfair of you to take it out on me, especially when i'm just trying to be a good partner, y'know?"

he nodded, knees pulled up to his chest tightly, "yeah. m'sorry."

"hey," you frowned, scooting over to him, "don't do that. don't dwell on it. i forgive you, so forgive yourself, okay?"

he nodded reluctantly, dropping his head onto your chest, "you're not annoying, okay? i was just being an ass. i love you.”

you chuckled, planting a kiss on his head, "yeah, you were. but i love you anyway, kats."

kirishima had a big problem: you were upset with him. he didn’t know why, and each time he tried to apologize, you wouldn't accept it! instead, you'd simply ask 'for what?' and, when he couldn't provide the right answer, you just shook your head and returned to what you were doing.

initially, he tried giving you space. that worked fine until he got too deep inside his own head and considered that he might make you feel like he doesn't care. the thought alone made him panic and rush to the kitchen where you were starting dinner.

"y/n, baby, darling," he whined, slinging his arms around your waist, effectively startling you, "i'm sorry, okay? i'm sorry! i really, genuinely don't know what i did, but i won't ever do it again if you'd just tell me." he begged, burying his face into your back.

you looked back over your shoulder, unable to keep the smile off your face. sure, you were upset with him, but he was trying, so that was all that mattered.

"ei, calm down yeah? it's okay. i'm not as angry anymore." you promised, reaching a hand back to rest in his hair.

he just held you tighter, nearly knocking you over with his weight, "you're not?"

"no, babe. let's go sit on the couch so we can talk about it?"

he reluctantly let you go and padded over to the couch, hair deflated. you followed behind him, turning off the stove on the way.

"alright, so you kow how earlier, in the car, i asked how you felt about our future? y'know, marriage and stuff?" you began once you were both seated, taking and squeezing one of his hands.

his face flushed at the mention of the topic, free hand immediately flying to scratch the back of his neck, "yeah, i remember that. why?"

"you kinda just brushed the question off." your gaze fell, posture going with it, "which is okay. you don't have to have an answer right now. but you just changing the topic hurt me more than i thought it would."

his eyes widened in alarm, hands all but flying to cup your cheeks, "oh, babe, i never meant to make you feel that way. i'm so sorry, that was super uncool of me. i just—got a little nervous, y'know? but still, i shouldn't have just avoided the conversation. i'm sorry if i invalidated your feelings, y/n." he leaned his forehead against yours, "i feel like a big jerk right now.”

you chuckled, "yeah, it was a jerk move, but that's okay. there was no ill intent behind it. i'm just glad we got it cleared up."

the two of you sat together in silence for a while, just basking in each others presence.

"and y/n?"

"yeah, ei?”

"i'd love to marry you."

denki was all but latching onto your ankles to make you forgive him. he knew exactly what he did wrong and apologized endlessly for it, but you were already fed up.

"y/nnn! please, just one more chance?" his whiny voice reverberated throughout the entire house, giving you a bigger headache than what you already had.

"kaminari, let go." you frowned, trying to pull your wrist free to no avail.

"but i'm sorry!" he just pulled you in closer, not allowing you to get more than three feet away, "i'll take it out the second it gets full next time, i promise!"

you scoffed, "you said that last time!"

having enough of his antics, you used your other hand to try to pry your arm free from his grasp, only for him to grab that arm too and lock you in a bear hug.

"kami!" you shrieked, wiggling wildly in his grasp, "you're just making me angrier!"

he kissed you all over your flushed face, "forgive me. then i'll let you go."

you groaned and cursed his strength, instead trying to focus on sinking all of your weight towards the floor. it worked, for the most part. instead of being able to hold you, he had to focus on trying not to drop you or fall, giving you enough wiggle room to escape.

"let me be angry!" you made a break for your shared room, closing the door quickly behind you.

his footsteps were fast, an electric thrill climbing up the notches of your spine as you flopped onto the bed. you wrapped the blankets around you in an instant, turning to stubbornly face the far wall.

the door slammed open within seconds, "you!" he accused, "you're not running away from me again!"

he leapt onto the bed, nearly catapulting you off. your scurrying unfortunately wasn't fast enough; he had you in his grasp before you could even move an inch.

"okay! okay! i forgive you! just don't tickle me!" you wheezed, desperately pushing at his chest.

he narrowed his eyes at you, as if contemplating. however, his stare didn't last long before he dissolved into laughter, making you follow suit.

once you both calmed down, he smiled down at you, "but really, i promise i'll get better about taking out the trash, okay?" he promised.

you nodded, cheeks warm and sore from laughter, "i believe you."

he leaned down to press a sweet kiss against your lips, "love you."

"love you too."

i was gonna do 6 characters, but i’ll just do a second part with them. anyways this was fun :))) reblogs are appreciated!

Waking up next to you for the first time w/ Kaminari, Deku and Shinsou

Request: Hello! I saw that requests are open and wondered if you could do some small headcanons about Izuku, Shinshou and Denki waking up after sleeping with their S/O for the first time together, processing that they are not alone in bed, and just fluffy stuff! ♡ Soft boy hours - @bemorefiction​

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