Summary : Bucky loves his morning cuddles with his little girl
Word Count : 1.7k
A/N : This is literally so self indulgent guys. I had a dream a few days ago about this very sequence and I woke up in the middle of the night to jot down the idea so it won’t disappear in the morning
The first rays of sunlight always found Bucky awake.
Previously because of his soldier instincts. Then due to fear of not knowing where he would be when he woke up in the morning, the remnants of decades of trauma was never washed away easily.
But safe to say, there had been a time in his life when mornings meant alarms, missions, nightmares, and memories he wished would stay buried.
But now?
Mornings meant tiny socks scattered across the hallway. A stuffed bunny abandoned in the kitchen. The smell of coffee. Having you fast asleep in his bed, curled around him like he was your safe space.
And the privilege of waking up the sweetest little person he'd ever known.
His daughter.
Sweet little Rebecca—or becca as bucky liked to call her—still wonderfully round in all the places toddlers were meant to be. Chunky wrists with little bracelet-like dimples. Soft thighs that made every pair of leggings look stuffed. Permanently rosy cheeks that begged to be kissed.
And every single morning, Bucky insisted on waking her himself. It had quietly become his favorite part of the day.
You would already be downstairs most mornings, making breakfast when you hear Bucky's footsteps heading toward the nursery instead of the kitchen.
Without fail.
Every day.
"You know," you’d called one morning while whisking pancake batter, "you could let her wake up on her own."
"I could."
"But you won't?"
"Nope."
"Why?"
His answer came immediately. "Cause I like seeing the moment she remembers she's my kid."
It made no sense, but to him, it meant everything.
He padded silently down the hallway, careful to avoid the one floorboard that always creaked, and slowly pushed open the nursery door.
The room was washed in soft golden light. Nursery curtains glowing with morning sunlight. The room smelled faintly of baby lotion and lavender and detergent.
And fast asleep in the middle of her little crib, somehow having rotated herself almost completely sideways during the night, one tiny foot was sticking out from under the blanket, was her.
Ten months old Rebecca barnes whose palm was the same size of bucky's heart because ever since the day she had arrived, the little fingers had iron grip on his heart.
Her favorite stuffed bunny was upside down beside her. Her little mouth hung open ever so slightly. Tiny body sprawled dramatically across the bed. Blanket kicked halfway off. One sock missing.
And her hair...Her hair deserved its own zip code. It stuck up in every possible direction. A few curls falling into her eyes resting beside the lashes of her close eyelids.
Bucky leaned against the doorway and just...Looked.
His heart never seemed prepared for this sight. Every morning he thought ‘How did we make something this precious?’
He padded over quietly. Tiptoeing so the floorboards won’t creak beneath him.
She slept with one little fist tucked under her cheek.
Smushy.
Squishy.
Perfect.
He crouched beside the bed. Metal fingers stayed carefully tucked against his palm while his flesh hand reached out.
His fingertips slid gently through the wild nest of curls. "Look at that bed hair..." his voice was barely louder than a whisper. "My goodness."
Another tiny stroke over her head. "What happened to you?" He paused as the little girl frowned in her sleep. "I think birds moved in."
She stayed asleep through bucky’s rambling. Probably already accustomed to having a dad who loved talking to her.
He smiled, a metal finger skimming over her perfectly round, squishy cheek. "You got squirrels living up here, sweetheart?"
Her nose scrunched. Just a little, barest of the movement.
Bucky grinned immediately. "There she is." His fingers rubbed slow circles over her scalp as he continued talking.
"So pretty..."
Another stroke.
"My sleepy little bear."
Another caress.
"My chunky monkey."
He poked one of her cheeks. "Oh no! What happened to these?" He gently squished both cheeks together. "They got all smushy."
He couldn’t resist pressing soft kisses on her cheeks "Mama's gonna need to fluff these back up."
A tiny sleepy grumble sounded from her and bucky’s smile widened "There is my grumpy girl"
One eyelid slowlyy cracked open, just enough to reveal one sleepy blue eye. It stared at him blankly before closing again.
"No, no." He chuckled. "You can't trick Daddy."
HIs lips pressed onto her forehead in another kiss "I saw your eye."
She made the tiniest protesting noise. "Nuh..."
"Oh yes."
"Nuh."
"Oh yes."
He stroked the little curls away from her face as he saw a pout forming on the tiny mouth of his sleepy baby. "Can Daddy see those beautiful eyes?"
Silence.
"I think they're hiding."
"Did they disappear?"
He gasped dramatically. "I'll have to tell Mama." The kid paid no heed to his words, still pretemding to sleep. "My baby's eyes are gone!"
That earned him another sleepy protest. "Dada..."
"There they are!" He beamed as she opened her eyes to frown at him, which looked eerily similar to the disappointed glare you’d give him when he talked about adopting yet another kitten. "I knew they were in there."
She finally blinked both eyes open, slowly. Like opening them required tremendous effort and simply stared. Processing the surrounding in the sleepy haze, until she noticed her favourite person leaning over the crib, smiling at her.
The smallest smile spread across her face despite her offense at being waked from her sleep. "Dada..."
His heart melted into absolute mush. "There she is." He kissed her forehead. “Morning, sunshine."
Tiny arms reached toward him automatically. Like she'd done it every morning of her life. She didn't even think about it anymore. She simply expected Daddy to be there.
Sometimes when she woke up on her own and bucky wasn't around immediately or you—the spare human—found her in the morning before he did, the sleepy little glare your grumpy girl gave you was enough to summon a tiny thunderstorm.
But it wasn't like she didn't love you. She would run to you to show her stick drawings and babble away telling you every silly story she came up with while you brush her hair. She loved you with all her tiny heart, you were her mom after all. But mornings belonged to Daddy. No matter what, he was the person she expected to see when she opened her eyes everyday.
Bucky gathered her carefully into his arms. "Oh..." He groaned dramatically. "What is this?" He bounced her once. "Someone got heavier."
You always teased him that he said this every single day.
He did.
Because every single day she somehow felt bigger than yesterday. "My goodness." He settled onto the rocking chair. "I think somebody ate rocks."
She rested her head against his shoulder. Already melting back into sleep.
"No?" He rubbed her back slowly. "You just got extra cuddly?"
She answered in a tiny nod against his shirt, still fighting sleep. "I thought so."
The rocking chair creaked gently as bucky swayed back and forth, wrapping both arms around her. She fit perfectly against his chest.
Always had.
He rested his cheek against the top of her head sighing contentedly. "I missed my morning cuddle."
She mumbled something unintelligible.
"I know." bucky kissed the top of her head "I missed you too."
By the time you abandoned making breakfast to join them in the nursery because of overwhelming FOMO, she was drifting again.
Bucky knew all the signs. The heavy breathing. The completely limp body. The tiny fingers relaxing around his shirt.
And you had walked in to the sight you have the pleasure to see almost every morning.
Bucky rocking your little girl in the chair while she stayed tucked against his chest like it was the most comfy spot in the whole house.
You simply looked at him for a moment. His chin resting on the messy hair of your half-asleep toddler curled against his chest. He looked happier like this than you had ever seen.
"Bucky" you whispered from the doorway.
He looked over, eyes brightening at the sight of you "Hey."
You smiled knowingly. "She's falling asleep again."
"I know."
"So why are you still rocking her?"
He looked genuinely confused. "Cause she's comfy."
"You know she'll sleep another hour if you keep this up."
"I know."
You folded your arms. "So..."
"So..?"
"...you're still going to keep cuddling her?"
He looked down at the tiny girl. One chunky little arm was wrapped around his neck. The other had somehow found his hair. She was lightly snoring against his chest.
He looked back at you. "I've waited almost a hundred years to have someone who wants morning cuddles." His voice was quiet, gentle. "I'm gonna hold her as long as she'll let me."
Your eyes softened instantly. There wasn't a single teasing remark left. Because you knew. You knew exactly where that sentence came from.
THe stolen decades of his life, the denied comfort of feeling human, every emotion weaponised against him.
But now...
Now his mornings were filled with sleepy giggles, tangled curls, and warm little hugs. And he wasn't taking a second of it for granted.
You crossed the room before leaning down and kissing the top of his head then the toddler’s.
"You know she's going to stop wanting to be carried someday."
"I know."
"And one day she'll wake up before you demanding pancakes."
"I know."
"And eventually she'll probably tell you she's too old for morning cuddles."
He swallowed. "I know."
You smiled softly. "So enjoy every minute."
He looked down at the tiny girl sleeping peacefully against him. "I plan to."
He gently kissed one smushy cheek. Then another. "My sleepy little bug."
A tiny smile appeared on the toddler's face even in her sleep. As if somewhere in her dreams she knew, daddy was holding her.
And as long as he was holding her, mornings were warm, safe, and full of whispered compliments about messy bed hair, squishy cheeks, and the chunkiest little arms in the whole wide world.
Warnings: crying, lots of crying, panic attacks, mention of relapse, Dean being a sweetheart, use of baby and sweetheart, breakdowns, betrayals, mention of trust issues.
Author note: based on my irl experience. I know having trusted friends is hard but do not hurt yourself in the process of getting over them. So here's a little bit of comfort for whoever needs it. Also please reblog, likes don't do much but reblogs help a lot!! Thanksss <3
Song inspo: You're my Destiny
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"Sweetheart, please please talk to me. Don't shut me out. I can't stand to see you crying like this." Dean's voice came from the other side of the door, desperate and laced with worry but I couldn't even reply.
The panic attack continued, I couldn't breathe, my vision going dark slowly. The last thing I remember before my vision died was that somehow I flicked the lock of the bathroom.
I woke up after who knows how long and found Dean sitting right beside me. "Hey, how are you feeling?" He asks, still worried as he passes me a glass of water.
"Exhausted." I reply, my voice slightly strained as I look around to see everyone standing around my room looking equally concerned. Just then the memories come flooding back of how I was sobbing uncontrollably and my eyes tear up again.
Dean immediately notices and pulls me in and everyone takes the cue to leave without being noticable. "Hey, hey, talk to me baby, please."
I couldn't control myself longer and I breakdown again. "I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry. It's just I got a text from my friend saying she can't leave her other good friends for me and everything and blocked me before I could even reply-" I sob. "And she was my best friend, Dean. Best friend!"
Dean doesn't say that I'm overthinking or being dramatic, he just holds me against his chest, letting me rant.
"And and I didn't even ignore her! She was hanging out with the girl who clearly despises me, and the feeling was mutual, and she knew everything that girl did yet... Yet she chose her not me. She chose her, Dean!" I cry harder, who wouldn't after such a betrayal by your so called best friend who was with you since you were like 4.
"I've got you, Baby. Let it all out. She doesn't deserve you, okay?" Dean tries to reassure me but I'm too broken to listen it.
"All my friends do this, Dean.. they just- they just always exclude me or they just cut ties with me once I introduce two people to each other. Why... Why am I never enough?!"
"I know, sweetheart, I saw how they avoided you last week, I thought it was about that stupid photo thing."
"I hate it all.. I hate myself, Dean." I say, the sobs getting slower but I can feel that I'm shaking.
I'm not looking at Dean but I can feel that his heart is breaking seeing me like this and he just pulls me closer. I eventually calm a little, luckily not going through another panic attack.
I zone out, looking out on my desk towards the pen stand. As if sensing my relapse thoughts, Dean gently turns my face towards him.
"You've got me, you know?" He says, his voice so soft it almost breaks me.
"I know. But I need my friends too.." I trail off again.
"You have Hannah and Allie."
"yeah but they're bestfriends and everyone's got everyone and I'm the back up friend-" He cuts my rant off with a slow kiss on my forehead and I immediately melt into him.
My chest still heavy from all the feelings but now warmer because of the rants and my very patient boyfriend. He cups my face and wipes off the tear streaks with surprising gentleness.
"You'll find friends, okay? A new bestfriend even. And Hannah and Allie love you. They are your bestfriends too. Okay? Now no more overthinking or I'll have to force Tucker to make you your comfort food." That last line brings out a small smile on my face.
"That's my girl." He grins back, it wasn't his usual I'm-too-proud smirk, but rather a soft boyfriend-like smirk. "Promise you won't cry again?"
"Promise, your majesty." I say, feeling better. I know I scared him with the black-out but I won't bring it up right now and ruin the smiles-after-crying-for-hours vibe.
The rest of the evening surprisingly doesn't go by in interrogations from everyone but rather in a cuddle and home movie date. Dean scared everyone away without threats- again a surprise to me- and stayed close by to me all day as if to make sure that he'll hold me when and if I break again. And for now, I've let myself forget my so called best friend and pretend as if she never existed because she doens't have a boyfriend like mine.
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Guys whoever is struggling with sh or anything like that, I'm so proud of you for even trying to let go of it and this does not make you weak. Stay safe and do talk to someone trusted about it.
Warnings: crying, lots of crying, panic attacks, mention of relapse, Dean being a sweetheart, use of baby and sweetheart, breakdowns, betrayals, mention of trust issues.
Author note: based on my irl experience. I know having trusted friends is hard but do not hurt yourself in the process of getting over them. So here's a little bit of comfort for whoever needs it. Also please reblog, likes don't do much but reblogs help a lot!! Thanksss <3
Song inspo: You're my Destiny
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"Sweetheart, please please talk to me. Don't shut me out. I can't stand to see you crying like this." Dean's voice came from the other side of the door, desperate and laced with worry but I couldn't even reply.
The panic attack continued, I couldn't breathe, my vision going dark slowly. The last thing I remember before my vision died was that somehow I flicked the lock of the bathroom.
I woke up after who knows how long and found Dean sitting right beside me. "Hey, how are you feeling?" He asks, still worried as he passes me a glass of water.
"Exhausted." I reply, my voice slightly strained as I look around to see everyone standing around my room looking equally concerned. Just then the memories come flooding back of how I was sobbing uncontrollably and my eyes tear up again.
Dean immediately notices and pulls me in and everyone takes the cue to leave without being noticable. "Hey, hey, talk to me baby, please."
I couldn't control myself longer and I breakdown again. "I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry. It's just I got a text from my friend saying she can't leave her other good friends for me and everything and blocked me before I could even reply-" I sob. "And she was my best friend, Dean. Best friend!"
Dean doesn't say that I'm overthinking or being dramatic, he just holds me against his chest, letting me rant.
"And and I didn't even ignore her! She was hanging out with the girl who clearly despises me, and the feeling was mutual, and she knew everything that girl did yet... Yet she chose her not me. She chose her, Dean!" I cry harder, who wouldn't after such a betrayal by your so called best friend who was with you since you were like 4.
"I've got you, Baby. Let it all out. She doesn't deserve you, okay?" Dean tries to reassure me but I'm too broken to listen it.
"All my friends do this, Dean.. they just- they just always exclude me or they just cut ties with me once I introduce two people to each other. Why... Why am I never enough?!"
"I know, sweetheart, I saw how they avoided you last week, I thought it was about that stupid photo thing."
"I hate it all.. I hate myself, Dean." I say, the sobs getting slower but I can feel that I'm shaking.
I'm not looking at Dean but I can feel that his heart is breaking seeing me like this and he just pulls me closer. I eventually calm a little, luckily not going through another panic attack.
I zone out, looking out on my desk towards the pen stand. As if sensing my relapse thoughts, Dean gently turns my face towards him.
"You've got me, you know?" He says, his voice so soft it almost breaks me.
"I know. But I need my friends too.." I trail off again.
"You have Hannah and Allie."
"yeah but they're bestfriends and everyone's got everyone and I'm the back up friend-" He cuts my rant off with a slow kiss on my forehead and I immediately melt into him.
My chest still heavy from all the feelings but now warmer because of the rants and my very patient boyfriend. He cups my face and wipes off the tear streaks with surprising gentleness.
"You'll find friends, okay? A new bestfriend even. And Hannah and Allie love you. They are your bestfriends too. Okay? Now no more overthinking or I'll have to force Tucker to make you your comfort food." That last line brings out a small smile on my face.
"That's my girl." He grins back, it wasn't his usual I'm-too-proud smirk, but rather a soft boyfriend-like smirk. "Promise you won't cry again?"
"Promise, your majesty." I say, feeling better. I know I scared him with the black-out but I won't bring it up right now and ruin the smiles-after-crying-for-hours vibe.
The rest of the evening surprisingly doesn't go by in interrogations from everyone but rather in a cuddle and home movie date. Dean scared everyone away without threats- again a surprise to me- and stayed close by to me all day as if to make sure that he'll hold me when and if I break again. And for now, I've let myself forget my so called best friend and pretend as if she never existed because she doens't have a boyfriend like mine.
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Guys whoever is struggling with sh or anything like that, I'm so proud of you for even trying to let go of it and this does not make you weak. Stay safe and do talk to someone trusted about it.
Warnings: kisses, drinking, makeout, startled reader, caught off gaurd, tipsy characters, garrett grahamxreader, no use of yn.
Word count: 1.23k
Author note: since you guys showed so much love on the Logan fic. i haven't proof read it yet so excuse the mistakes. And please reblog if you liked it, because that's the sole source of motivation!! Thank you <3.
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You, along with your group, were at a party. It had everything a college party should and more like a photobooth.
You were dancing and drinking with your boyfriends. In the midst of it, Garrett had pulled you away from your girlfriends for a makeout. Not that you were complaining. You loved these moments where even in crowds, he never left you out.
Meanwhile, Allie had spotted the photobooth and started finding all the girls for pictures.
You and Garrett had just pulled apart, smiling at each other lovingly, about to dive in once more but then someone started to pull your hand away. It was Allie obviously.
"You have the worst timing, I swear." You say pointedly to Allie. "What is it?"
"I saw a photobooth and we need our own pictures. So no complains, I'm dragging you anyway." She replies while you turn over your shoulder and give Garrett an apologetic look and wink at him. He holds up his drink and goes back to boys.
You and girls took a million re-dos to finally have a perfect photobooth strip, sticking your tongues out in the first one. Pouting your lips in the second and copying signature gestures of your boyfriends in the third.
Hannah collected the strip and said, "Now solo pictures, yeah? We can tease the guys."
Allie goes, "Ofcourse. It'll be fun."
You agree too, "I'll go first?" They nod and leave the photobooth.
For the first picture, you place your head on the heel of borh your palms, looking like a flower and then stuck your tongue out. Just as the picture was about to be snapped, you felt a press of warm lips on your face. Click!
You turn to your side, startled and you see a smug Garrett. You barely process when he kissed you properly this time and the photos are forgotten only for a split second when- Click!
"Garrett!" You exclaim and he's still looking very pleased with himself. Before he can respond, something in you clicks in place and you pull him in for a kiss. Your arms snake around his neck, pulling him completely in the photobooth. And then another wiring sound comes in and then- Click!
Then he finally pulls away after a breathless kiss. "That was a damn surprise. Did Allie give this idea? No. Dean did, didn't he? He cannot keep a secret. Stupid brother." You say in a rant.
"Maybe." He replies.
You only realise about the photo strip when Garrett reaches out for it. The pictures came out completely candid. You had just accidentally created one of the best memories.
"You look radiant, gorgeous." He says with damn softness that your heart melts.
"You caught me off gaurd." You say with sincerity.
He just looks at you like you hung the moon and then dives in for a softer, more intimate kiss. You respond immediately by cupping his face. He breaks away only to pepper kisses on your cheek, then the other, then your nose, then your forehead with no intention of stopping.
Just then you hear a fake-gag sound and your little bubble of admiration is broken. "You two are disgustingly adorable." Logan says, sliding back on the photobooth curtain.
You look at each other and laugh- mostly you laugh and he's staring at you, lovestruck.
When you do get out of the booth, your whole friend group is standing there, Grace and Dean slightly tipsy.
"Took a whole hour, ain't it?" Tucker says.
"Well the pictures needed perfection." You say, slightly sheepish.
"Okay okay, it's empty now, go, enjoy your time." Garrett says as he slides you away from the group to get you another drink, a soft drink this time as he tucks the photo strip in his pocket with great care.
He mentally makes a note to make a copy of it soon so both of you can hold onto it.
Warnings: makeout, fluff, Dean making dad jokes, established relationship, Logan being protective, hot and romantic at the same time.
Word count: 0.9k
Author note: first John Logan fic tell me how it iss!!
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You both were supposed to be on a date. Supposed. But instead you and Logan were here making out in his living room. Sure, you both were ready and just about to leave when he decided it's better to just give in to his impulses.
"mhm, John." You giggle into his mouth, still on his lap. His hands are on your waist, holding you down. It was grounding in a comforting way.
The sound of footsteps made you both freeze. You slide off his lap, fixing your appearance while John just looks annoyed at the interruption. "I swear I'm gonna kill-"
Right on cue, Dean entered. "There's my two absolute favourite people in the world."
You rolled your eyes while Logan still had his arm on your waist, next to you not letting you move an inch.
"Really Dean? Do you have a sixth sense to spot every couple in their peaceful time?" Logan asks annoyed, ignoring the previous phrase of Dean, knowing he says that to literally every person.
"Yes and that's why I'm dashingly handsome." He says with all cockiness.
You shake your head, "Classic Dean. Classic low budget Ken." That's your favourite insult for Dean. You're not wrong, he does look like Ken from Barbie but he can never beat the og Ken.
"You're lucky you're cute or else I'd kick your ass." Dean remarks.
Logan's eyes sharpen just a little and he fixes him with a glare, "Language Dean. This is my girl."
Dean gets defensive, "But she called me low-budget Ken first! Low-budget?! really?"
"You did interrupt our moment." You chime and curl your hand in Logan's hair, calming him so he doesn't get offensive.
His arm tightens around you, ever-so-protective and he pulls you closer, and his face softens when he looks at you, "still. No one talks like that to my girl."
You instantly feel butterflies when he calls you his girl again and your face turns scarlet. In your trance, you completely forgot that Dean is still standing there like a sap complete unphased by John's scolding.
John subtly signals Dean to get his ass out of there and surprisingly he takes the note without ever breaking eye contact with you because you are, by all means, his priority.
"alright, that's my cue to leave."
You didn't even notice that Dean's gone.
"we still have time for the date?" You ask, not breaking the intimate eye contact.
"you still wanna go?" He asks and you nod.
Then he stands up and offers you his hand. You take it, he helps you strap back on your heels with delicacy and precision. He took one foot at a time and preciously places it in the heel and wrapped the straps up your calf. He repeated the same with your other foot and then kissed right above the straps and places your foot down. You had to admit, he looked handsome grovelling and looking up at you through his lashes.
And then he took you hand and you go to the romantic cafe at the end of the street, tucked away from prying eyes.
Logan even got you flowers during your return, a true gentleman. Before sleeping, you both couldn't resist and had another makeout session. This one slower, deeper and more intimate now that no one was there to interrupt you.
The next day you couldn't resist smiling repeatedly at the whole thing that happened and ofcourse he noticed.
So he recreated it again and again until you got sick of it or it was etched completely in your mind.
It's a typical Thursday night but I had plans with my friends as tomorrow is a holiday. I was almost ready in my jean shorts, a tank top and a denim jacket (stolen from Katsuki) when mom barges into my room and declares, "You're ready? Great. We'll have guests over in 10minutes."
Before I could groan or snark, she left, closing the door. I sigh and dramatically flop back on my bed. "Great, just great." I mutter quickly texting the groupchat.
Can't make it.
Mina: Aww we were excited. Whyy?
Mom. Guests.
Ochako: sucks. Tmrw?
Maybe. Have fun, send pics.
Ochako: Bye, all the best babes.
Mina: Yeah, stay safe 😓.
Jirou: 😅
I toss my phone back on the bed and stare at the ceiling. Overthinking. Panicking. Eventually, I decide to confide myself in my room. Not like a prisoner, more like a music enthusiast. So I go and take some pictures; it would've been pitious to let such a great outfit to waste. I don't post it- not yet.
I flop back on my bed after changing. Now I could hear the chatter noises and footsteps. I sigh, sinking deeper into the bed like it could swallow me and I won't even react. At last, I pull on my headphones blasting alt rock, just because.
But even that did not cure me. So I resorted to the last option, calling Katsuki. Even though I did not want to disturb his study time, I couldn't resist irritating him. So quickly enough, I dial his number.
He picks up on second ring, "hiiiiiiii babyyyyy." You giggle.
"what now dumbass?" I think he meant to sound intimidating but it sounded endearing.
"I'm stuck at homeeeee, can you come overrr? Guests and guests. I don't wanna go out." I whine.
I heard the click of his tongue while he contempltaed, and then the notebook shut. "Open the window. Be there in 10." He sighs.
"Yay!!! Waiting!!" I hang up, already excited.
In exactly 10 minutes, there was a knock on my window. I padded over and opened it. "Told you to keep it open dumba-" before he could complete his complain, I pulled him in a hug.
"so glad you came." Then I proceeded to complain about the whole cancelled plan while he settled on the edge of my bed.
I settled beside him. "So, how was your day?" I lie on the bed as he talked.
"Yeah yeah t'was fine. Studied all day. Denki kept texting me to play, that shithead has no work to do. Keeps spamming. Then shitty hair and I went to get coffee. Nothing much."
"didn't miss me?"
"ofcourse I did dumbass." He tried his best to hide the faint blush but leaned down beside me anyway.
"Hungry? I was thinking of ordering takeout and sneaking back here to eat."
"yeah sure. I'll pay." Before I could even protest or reach for my phone, he already started looking through the menus.
"Your usual, burger and milkshake?" He questions.
I sigh and nod, "yeah. and fries?"
"and fries." He said, ordering the same for himself.
Soon enough the food arrived, and while eating Katsuki made sure I laughed and wheezed every minute to keep me entertained. So much so that it turned into a makeout session in the midst of eating.
I, his lap, my hands on his shoulders to hold myself up while his hands at my hips. There was no distance between us, no distractions. The faint chatter of guests started to fade as the night deepened. The fries sat half cold now in the package.
Neither of us cared, too lost in each other. Too lost in making up for the day. He pulled back for a moment, just looking at me, I looked too, smiling.
That's when I heard mom's voice, "Where are you missy?"
And before I could get off of him or fix our clothes, the door flew open. Caught red handed.
It's a typical Thursday night but I had plans with my friends as tomorrow is a holiday. I was almost ready in my jean shorts, a tank top and a denim jacket (stolen from Katsuki) when mom barges into my room and declares, "You're ready? Great. We'll have guests over in 10minutes."
Before I could groan or snark, she left, closing the door. I sigh and dramatically flop back on my bed. "Great, just great." I mutter quickly texting the groupchat.
Can't make it.
Mina: Aww we were excited. Whyy?
Mom. Guests.
Ochako: sucks. Tmrw?
Maybe. Have fun, send pics.
Ochako: Bye, all the best babes.
Mina: Yeah, stay safe 😓.
Jirou: 😅
I toss my phone back on the bed and stare at the ceiling. Overthinking. Panicking. Eventually, I decide to confide myself in my room. Not like a prisoner, more like a music enthusiast. So I go and take some pictures; it would've been pitious to let such a great outfit to waste. I don't post it- not yet.
I flop back on my bed after changing. Now I could hear the chatter noises and footsteps. I sigh, sinking deeper into the bed like it could swallow me and I won't even react. At last, I pull on my headphones blasting alt rock, just because.
But even that did not cure me. So I resorted to the last option, calling Katsuki. Even though I did not want to disturb his study time, I couldn't resist irritating him. So quickly enough, I dial his number.
He picks up on second ring, "hiiiiiiii babyyyyy." You giggle.
"what now dumbass?" I think he meant to sound intimidating but it sounded endearing.
"I'm stuck at homeeeee, can you come overrr? Guests and guests. I don't wanna go out." I whine.
I heard the click of his tongue while he contempltaed, and then the notebook shut. "Open the window. Be there in 10." He sighs.
"Yay!!! Waiting!!" I hang up, already excited.
In exactly 10 minutes, there was a knock on my window. I padded over and opened it. "Told you to keep it open dumba-" before he could complete his complain, I pulled him in a hug.
"so glad you came." Then I proceeded to complain about the whole cancelled plan while he settled on the edge of my bed.
I settled beside him. "So, how was your day?" I lie on the bed as he talked.
"Yeah yeah t'was fine. Studied all day. Denki kept texting me to play, that shithead has no work to do. Keeps spamming. Then shitty hair and I went to get coffee. Nothing much."
"didn't miss me?"
"ofcourse I did dumbass." He tried his best to hide the faint blush but leaned down beside me anyway.
"Hungry? I was thinking of ordering takeout and sneaking back here to eat."
"yeah sure. I'll pay." Before I could even protest or reach for my phone, he already started looking through the menus.
"Your usual, burger and milkshake?" He questions.
I sigh and nod, "yeah. and fries?"
"and fries." He said, ordering the same for himself.
Soon enough the food arrived, and while eating Katsuki made sure I laughed and wheezed every minute to keep me entertained. So much so that it turned into a makeout session in the midst of eating.
I, his lap, my hands on his shoulders to hold myself up while his hands at my hips. There was no distance between us, no distractions. The faint chatter of guests started to fade as the night deepened. The fries sat half cold now in the package.
Neither of us cared, too lost in each other. Too lost in making up for the day. He pulled back for a moment, just looking at me, I looked too, smiling.
That's when I heard mom's voice, "Where are you missy?"
And before I could get off of him or fix our clothes, the door flew open. Caught red handed.
It's a typical Thursday night but I had plans with my friends as tomorrow is a holiday. I was almost ready in my jean shorts, a tank top and a denim jacket (stolen from Katsuki) when mom barges into my room and declares, "You're ready? Great. We'll have guests over in 10minutes."
Before I could groan or snark, she left, closing the door. I sigh and dramatically flop back on my bed. "Great, just great." I mutter quickly texting the groupchat.
Can't make it.
Mina: Aww we were excited. Whyy?
Mom. Guests.
Ochako: sucks. Tmrw?
Maybe. Have fun, send pics.
Ochako: Bye, all the best babes.
Mina: Yeah, stay safe 😓.
Jirou: 😅
I toss my phone back on the bed and stare at the ceiling. Overthinking. Panicking. Eventually, I decide to confide myself in my room. Not like a prisoner, more like a music enthusiast. So I go and take some pictures; it would've been pitious to let such a great outfit to waste. I don't post it- not yet.
I flop back on my bed after changing. Now I could hear the chatter noises and footsteps. I sigh, sinking deeper into the bed like it could swallow me and I won't even react. At last, I pull on my headphones blasting alt rock, just because.
But even that did not cure me. So I resorted to the last option, calling Katsuki. Even though I did not want to disturb his study time, I couldn't resist irritating him. So quickly enough, I dial his number.
He picks up on second ring, "hiiiiiiii babyyyyy." You giggle.
"what now dumbass?" I think he meant to sound intimidating but it sounded endearing.
"I'm stuck at homeeeee, can you come overrr? Guests and guests. I don't wanna go out." I whine.
I heard the click of his tongue while he contempltaed, and then the notebook shut. "Open the window. Be there in 10." He sighs.
"Yay!!! Waiting!!" I hang up, already excited.
In exactly 10 minutes, there was a knock on my window. I padded over and opened it. "Told you to keep it open dumba-" before he could complete his complain, I pulled him in a hug.
"so glad you came." Then I proceeded to complain about the whole cancelled plan while he settled on the edge of my bed.
I settled beside him. "So, how was your day?" I lie on the bed as he talked.
"Yeah yeah t'was fine. Studied all day. Denki kept texting me to play, that shithead has no work to do. Keeps spamming. Then shitty hair and I went to get coffee. Nothing much."
"didn't miss me?"
"ofcourse I did dumbass." He tried his best to hide the faint blush but leaned down beside me anyway.
"Hungry? I was thinking of ordering takeout and sneaking back here to eat."
"yeah sure. I'll pay." Before I could even protest or reach for my phone, he already started looking through the menus.
"Your usual, burger and milkshake?" He questions.
I sigh and nod, "yeah. and fries?"
"and fries." He said, ordering the same for himself.
Soon enough the food arrived, and while eating Katsuki made sure I laughed and wheezed every minute to keep me entertained. So much so that it turned into a makeout session in the midst of eating.
I, his lap, my hands on his shoulders to hold myself up while his hands at my hips. There was no distance between us, no distractions. The faint chatter of guests started to fade as the night deepened. The fries sat half cold now in the package.
Neither of us cared, too lost in each other. Too lost in making up for the day. He pulled back for a moment, just looking at me, I looked too, smiling.
That's when I heard mom's voice, "Where are you missy?"
And before I could get off of him or fix our clothes, the door flew open. Caught red handed.
It's a typical Thursday night but I had plans with my friends as tomorrow is a holiday. I was almost ready in my jean shorts, a tank top and a denim jacket (stolen from Katsuki) when mom barges into my room and declares, "You're ready? Great. We'll have guests over in 10minutes."
Before I could groan or snark, she left, closing the door. I sigh and dramatically flop back on my bed. "Great, just great." I mutter quickly texting the groupchat.
Can't make it.
Mina: Aww we were excited. Whyy?
Mom. Guests.
Ochako: sucks. Tmrw?
Maybe. Have fun, send pics.
Ochako: Bye, all the best babes.
Mina: Yeah, stay safe 😓.
Jirou: 😅
I toss my phone back on the bed and stare at the ceiling. Overthinking. Panicking. Eventually, I decide to confide myself in my room. Not like a prisoner, more like a music enthusiast. So I go and take some pictures; it would've been pitious to let such a great outfit to waste. I don't post it- not yet.
I flop back on my bed after changing. Now I could hear the chatter noises and footsteps. I sigh, sinking deeper into the bed like it could swallow me and I won't even react. At last, I pull on my headphones blasting alt rock, just because.
But even that did not cure me. So I resorted to the last option, calling Katsuki. Even though I did not want to disturb his study time, I couldn't resist irritating him. So quickly enough, I dial his number.
He picks up on second ring, "hiiiiiiii babyyyyy." You giggle.
"what now dumbass?" I think he meant to sound intimidating but it sounded endearing.
"I'm stuck at homeeeee, can you come overrr? Guests and guests. I don't wanna go out." I whine.
I heard the click of his tongue while he contempltaed, and then the notebook shut. "Open the window. Be there in 10." He sighs.
"Yay!!! Waiting!!" I hang up, already excited.
In exactly 10 minutes, there was a knock on my window. I padded over and opened it. "Told you to keep it open dumba-" before he could complete his complain, I pulled him in a hug.
"so glad you came." Then I proceeded to complain about the whole cancelled plan while he settled on the edge of my bed.
I settled beside him. "So, how was your day?" I lie on the bed as he talked.
"Yeah yeah t'was fine. Studied all day. Denki kept texting me to play, that shithead has no work to do. Keeps spamming. Then shitty hair and I went to get coffee. Nothing much."
"didn't miss me?"
"ofcourse I did dumbass." He tried his best to hide the faint blush but leaned down beside me anyway.
"Hungry? I was thinking of ordering takeout and sneaking back here to eat."
"yeah sure. I'll pay." Before I could even protest or reach for my phone, he already started looking through the menus.
"Your usual, burger and milkshake?" He questions.
I sigh and nod, "yeah. and fries?"
"and fries." He said, ordering the same for himself.
Soon enough the food arrived, and while eating Katsuki made sure I laughed and wheezed every minute to keep me entertained. So much so that it turned into a makeout session in the midst of eating.
I, his lap, my hands on his shoulders to hold myself up while his hands at my hips. There was no distance between us, no distractions. The faint chatter of guests started to fade as the night deepened. The fries sat half cold now in the package.
Neither of us cared, too lost in each other. Too lost in making up for the day. He pulled back for a moment, just looking at me, I looked too, smiling.
That's when I heard mom's voice, "Where are you missy?"
And before I could get off of him or fix our clothes, the door flew open. Caught red handed.
It's a typical Thursday night but I had plans with my friends as tomorrow is a holiday. I was almost ready in my jean shorts, a tank top and a denim jacket (stolen from Katsuki) when mom barges into my room and declares, "You're ready? Great. We'll have guests over in 10minutes."
Before I could groan or snark, she left, closing the door. I sigh and dramatically flop back on my bed. "Great, just great." I mutter quickly texting the groupchat.
Can't make it.
Mina: Aww we were excited. Whyy?
Mom. Guests.
Ochako: sucks. Tmrw?
Maybe. Have fun, send pics.
Ochako: Bye, all the best babes.
Mina: Yeah, stay safe 😓.
Jirou: 😅
I toss my phone back on the bed and stare at the ceiling. Overthinking. Panicking. Eventually, I decide to confide myself in my room. Not like a prisoner, more like a music enthusiast. So I go and take some pictures; it would've been pitious to let such a great outfit to waste. I don't post it- not yet.
I flop back on my bed after changing. Now I could hear the chatter noises and footsteps. I sigh, sinking deeper into the bed like it could swallow me and I won't even react. At last, I pull on my headphones blasting alt rock, just because.
But even that did not cure me. So I resorted to the last option, calling Katsuki. Even though I did not want to disturb his study time, I couldn't resist irritating him. So quickly enough, I dial his number.
He picks up on second ring, "hiiiiiiii babyyyyy." You giggle.
"what now dumbass?" I think he meant to sound intimidating but it sounded endearing.
"I'm stuck at homeeeee, can you come overrr? Guests and guests. I don't wanna go out." I whine.
I heard the click of his tongue while he contempltaed, and then the notebook shut. "Open the window. Be there in 10." He sighs.
"Yay!!! Waiting!!" I hang up, already excited.
In exactly 10 minutes, there was a knock on my window. I padded over and opened it. "Told you to keep it open dumba-" before he could complete his complain, I pulled him in a hug.
"so glad you came." Then I proceeded to complain about the whole cancelled plan while he settled on the edge of my bed.
I settled beside him. "So, how was your day?" I lie on the bed as he talked.
"Yeah yeah t'was fine. Studied all day. Denki kept texting me to play, that shithead has no work to do. Keeps spamming. Then shitty hair and I went to get coffee. Nothing much."
"didn't miss me?"
"ofcourse I did dumbass." He tried his best to hide the faint blush but leaned down beside me anyway.
"Hungry? I was thinking of ordering takeout and sneaking back here to eat."
"yeah sure. I'll pay." Before I could even protest or reach for my phone, he already started looking through the menus.
"Your usual, burger and milkshake?" He questions.
I sigh and nod, "yeah. and fries?"
"and fries." He said, ordering the same for himself.
Soon enough the food arrived, and while eating Katsuki made sure I laughed and wheezed every minute to keep me entertained. So much so that it turned into a makeout session in the midst of eating.
I, his lap, my hands on his shoulders to hold myself up while his hands at my hips. There was no distance between us, no distractions. The faint chatter of guests started to fade as the night deepened. The fries sat half cold now in the package.
Neither of us cared, too lost in each other. Too lost in making up for the day. He pulled back for a moment, just looking at me, I looked too, smiling.
That's when I heard mom's voice, "Where are you missy?"
And before I could get off of him or fix our clothes, the door flew open. Caught red handed.
Warnings: fluff, established relationship, childhood friends to lovers, secret relationship, soft Katsuki Bakugo, nosy bakusquad, affection, sneaking around.
Word count: 1.9k
Author note: my first fanfic, shower some love and stay tuned for more <3
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You and Katsuki were childhood friends. Bought together by Izuku, accidentally. And as it happened, you both grew closer, practically cutting Izuku out of picture. And here you are, best friend- more than friends? Or at least that's what your friends thought.
This particular morning, Katsuki woke up on the wrong side of the bed. And was snappy, more than usual. You were preparing coffee for yourself and Jirou, and finally had snapped out of your sleepy haze. Sliding in beside Kats, you noticed his demeanor.
“Snappy much?" You asked. And he replied with surprising calmness, “Maybe."
You just shook your head, and patted his arm in a not-so-just-friends way. That didn't go unnoticed by Kats, but did by your group, The Bakusquad.
By 2nd period Katsuki was not yelling at every second person he was seeing, which surprised the squad and even raised some suspicions. And then he says to Kirishima, “I'll be back in a minute, you head ahead." And without letting Kiri reply, he slips away and walks over to their secret spot- the terrace of dorms.
After waiting for a solid ten minutes- of course he reached early, he's whipped - you emerged, being careful to not slam shut the door. And he says in a soft voice, "Finally.” Almost as if he has been waiting months rather than minutes and pulls you in a crushing hug.
After being satisfied from his clinging, he let go and looked at you softly- close to something like puppy eyes - expectantly. You being you, complied and gave him a soft peck. And then he broke the bubble, “fourth period too?"
It sounded almost like a plea but you didn't gloat and just agreed. Due to sneaking kisses every hour, his mood shifted back to normal and by night Denki had won yet another bet from Kirishima over ‘how long will Bakugo sulk.’
Ofcourse, Jirou had noticed. And asked later, “where did you go?” You replied vaguely, "to grab my stuff from dorms.” Partially a lie. But she, thankfully, didn't push much.
This sneaking continued around for months- at least that's when their friends figured it out. Until they finally caught them red handed not-so-accidentally at the roof. All because Kirishima let his tongue slip and told others about Katsuki’s peace spot.
Katsuki goes on, sighing,"well no more sneaking fun now.” She nods along, “sneaky people."
Meanwhile, Denki whispers to Jirou, “now you owe me a date. I told you they weren't just friends."
Warnings: fluff, established relationship, childhood friends to lovers, secret relationship, soft Katsuki Bakugo, nosy bakusquad, affection, sneaking around.
Word count: 1.9k
Author note: my first fanfic, shower some love and stay tuned for more <3
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You and Katsuki were childhood friends. Bought together by Izuku, accidentally. And as it happened, you both grew closer, practically cutting Izuku out of picture. And here you are, best friend- more than friends? Or at least that's what your friends thought.
This particular morning, Katsuki woke up on the wrong side of the bed. And was snappy, more than usual. You were preparing coffee for yourself and Jirou, and finally had snapped out of your sleepy haze. Sliding in beside Kats, you noticed his demeanor.
“Snappy much?" You asked. And he replied with surprising calmness, “Maybe."
You just shook your head, and patted his arm in a not-so-just-friends way. That didn't go unnoticed by Kats, but did by your group, The Bakusquad.
By 2nd period Katsuki was not yelling at every second person he was seeing, which surprised the squad and even raised some suspicions. And then he says to Kirishima, “I'll be back in a minute, you head ahead." And without letting Kiri reply, he slips away and walks over to their secret spot- the terrace of dorms.
After waiting for a solid ten minutes- of course he reached early, he's whipped - you emerged, being careful to not slam shut the door. And he says in a soft voice, "Finally.” Almost as if he has been waiting months rather than minutes and pulls you in a crushing hug.
After being satisfied from his clinging, he let go and looked at you softly- close to something like puppy eyes - expectantly. You being you, complied and gave him a soft peck. And then he broke the bubble, “fourth period too?"
It sounded almost like a plea but you didn't gloat and just agreed. Due to sneaking kisses every hour, his mood shifted back to normal and by night Denki had won yet another bet from Kirishima over ‘how long will Bakugo sulk.’
Ofcourse, Jirou had noticed. And asked later, “where did you go?” You replied vaguely, "to grab my stuff from dorms.” Partially a lie. But she, thankfully, didn't push much.
This sneaking continued around for months- at least that's when their friends figured it out. Until they finally caught them red handed not-so-accidentally at the roof. All because Kirishima let his tongue slip and told others about Katsuki’s peace spot.
Katsuki goes on, sighing,"well no more sneaking fun now.” She nods along, “sneaky people."
Meanwhile, Denki whispers to Jirou, “now you owe me a date. I told you they weren't just friends."
Warnings: none, fluff and the angry human pomeranian being worried about you and concerned.
Wc: 1.13k
Author note: since you guys are eating MHA fics up, here you go.
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During training, you miscalculated a move and got a slight cut on your arm from Momo's quirk. It was bleeding but you were fine and could still use your quirk properly.
But your dear boyfriend, the angry pomeranian decided that you needed to be tied to your bed for next whole week for 'recovery purposes'.
"I'm fine, Kats, really." You insist.
"no you're not. You're staying in bed." He grumbles, though there was a hint of genuine concern in his voice.
You gave up, knowing you were stuck and had to rest for minimum two days anyway till the cut heals. And Katsuki stayed right by your side the whole day. He even got you your favourite foods, as per your request and even got you boba though he strongly hates it and says 'its just sugar balls'.
Throughout the day, you noticed how he only allowed bakusquad to hangout with you. Not Izuku, not Shoto who came to assess you as a friend, not even Momo who tried her best to apologise.
"he's pissed." Denki had said but you brushed it off. Then Katsuki went out to get dinner quickly so you and him can have peace. You took this opportunity to ask your friends what's gotten into him.
"what do you mean he's pissed?"
"well he blames Momo for having seriously injured you." Kirishima says.
"But I'm fine! Really? Is that the only reason?" You question further.
Mina breaks her silence, "he's worried." They all glare her but you look confused.
"He thought he almost lost you. He doens't think that you're weak but that you're his to protect." She continues.
Your jaw drops. Before you can even process, Denki sighs, "and he ordered us to keep the extras away. Especially Momo."
And then everything clicks in place. "Oh.."
"yeah, oh. He's a damn softie." Kirishima adds.
You all laugh and that's when the door flies open, "WHAT DID YOU SAY SHITTY HAIR?!"
Katsuki carefully places the packed containers on your desk -because they're for you- and immediately charges his quirk towards Kirishima. He starts powering himself up but you fix a glare at him and he immediately stops. "tch."
The whole lot starts laughing and everyone leaves them alone. When they finally do have dinner, Katsuki mutters, "Momo sent this for you. Tch. She's relentless."
He hands you a small crocheted pomeranian, can be used as a keychain, of exactly his hair colour. "Isn't that you?" You ask.
And his whole face turns scarlet. "Tch. I didn't think she'll take my suggestion this seriously."
It's a typical Thursday night but I had plans with my friends as tomorrow is a holiday. I was almost ready in my jean shorts, a tank top and a denim jacket (stolen from Katsuki) when mom barges into my room and declares, "You're ready? Great. We'll have guests over in 10minutes."
Before I could groan or snark, she left, closing the door. I sigh and dramatically flop back on my bed. "Great, just great." I mutter quickly texting the groupchat.
Can't make it.
Mina: Aww we were excited. Whyy?
Mom. Guests.
Ochako: sucks. Tmrw?
Maybe. Have fun, send pics.
Ochako: Bye, all the best babes.
Mina: Yeah, stay safe 😓.
Jirou: 😅
I toss my phone back on the bed and stare at the ceiling. Overthinking. Panicking. Eventually, I decide to confide myself in my room. Not like a prisoner, more like a music enthusiast. So I go and take some pictures; it would've been pitious to let such a great outfit to waste. I don't post it- not yet.
I flop back on my bed after changing. Now I could hear the chatter noises and footsteps. I sigh, sinking deeper into the bed like it could swallow me and I won't even react. At last, I pull on my headphones blasting alt rock, just because.
But even that did not cure me. So I resorted to the last option, calling Katsuki. Even though I did not want to disturb his study time, I couldn't resist irritating him. So quickly enough, I dial his number.
He picks up on second ring, "hiiiiiiii babyyyyy." You giggle.
"what now dumbass?" I think he meant to sound intimidating but it sounded endearing.
"I'm stuck at homeeeee, can you come overrr? Guests and guests. I don't wanna go out." I whine.
I heard the click of his tongue while he contempltaed, and then the notebook shut. "Open the window. Be there in 10." He sighs.
"Yay!!! Waiting!!" I hang up, already excited.
In exactly 10 minutes, there was a knock on my window. I padded over and opened it. "Told you to keep it open dumba-" before he could complete his complain, I pulled him in a hug.
"so glad you came." Then I proceeded to complain about the whole cancelled plan while he settled on the edge of my bed.
I settled beside him. "So, how was your day?" I lie on the bed as he talked.
"Yeah yeah t'was fine. Studied all day. Denki kept texting me to play, that shithead has no work to do. Keeps spamming. Then shitty hair and I went to get coffee. Nothing much."
"didn't miss me?"
"ofcourse I did dumbass." He tried his best to hide the faint blush but leaned down beside me anyway.
"Hungry? I was thinking of ordering takeout and sneaking back here to eat."
"yeah sure. I'll pay." Before I could even protest or reach for my phone, he already started looking through the menus.
"Your usual, burger and milkshake?" He questions.
I sigh and nod, "yeah. and fries?"
"and fries." He said, ordering the same for himself.
Soon enough the food arrived, and while eating Katsuki made sure I laughed and wheezed every minute to keep me entertained. So much so that it turned into a makeout session in the midst of eating.
I, his lap, my hands on his shoulders to hold myself up while his hands at my hips. There was no distance between us, no distractions. The faint chatter of guests started to fade as the night deepened. The fries sat half cold now in the package.
Neither of us cared, too lost in each other. Too lost in making up for the day. He pulled back for a moment, just looking at me, I looked too, smiling.
That's when I heard mom's voice, "Where are you missy?"
And before I could get off of him or fix our clothes, the door flew open. Caught red handed.
It's a typical Thursday night but I had plans with my friends as tomorrow is a holiday. I was almost ready in my jean shorts, a tank top and a denim jacket (stolen from Katsuki) when mom barges into my room and declares, "You're ready? Great. We'll have guests over in 10minutes."
Before I could groan or snark, she left, closing the door. I sigh and dramatically flop back on my bed. "Great, just great." I mutter quickly texting the groupchat.
Can't make it.
Mina: Aww we were excited. Whyy?
Mom. Guests.
Ochako: sucks. Tmrw?
Maybe. Have fun, send pics.
Ochako: Bye, all the best babes.
Mina: Yeah, stay safe 😓.
Jirou: 😅
I toss my phone back on the bed and stare at the ceiling. Overthinking. Panicking. Eventually, I decide to confide myself in my room. Not like a prisoner, more like a music enthusiast. So I go and take some pictures; it would've been pitious to let such a great outfit to waste. I don't post it- not yet.
I flop back on my bed after changing. Now I could hear the chatter noises and footsteps. I sigh, sinking deeper into the bed like it could swallow me and I won't even react. At last, I pull on my headphones blasting alt rock, just because.
But even that did not cure me. So I resorted to the last option, calling Katsuki. Even though I did not want to disturb his study time, I couldn't resist irritating him. So quickly enough, I dial his number.
He picks up on second ring, "hiiiiiiii babyyyyy." You giggle.
"what now dumbass?" I think he meant to sound intimidating but it sounded endearing.
"I'm stuck at homeeeee, can you come overrr? Guests and guests. I don't wanna go out." I whine.
I heard the click of his tongue while he contempltaed, and then the notebook shut. "Open the window. Be there in 10." He sighs.
"Yay!!! Waiting!!" I hang up, already excited.
In exactly 10 minutes, there was a knock on my window. I padded over and opened it. "Told you to keep it open dumba-" before he could complete his complain, I pulled him in a hug.
"so glad you came." Then I proceeded to complain about the whole cancelled plan while he settled on the edge of my bed.
I settled beside him. "So, how was your day?" I lie on the bed as he talked.
"Yeah yeah t'was fine. Studied all day. Denki kept texting me to play, that shithead has no work to do. Keeps spamming. Then shitty hair and I went to get coffee. Nothing much."
"didn't miss me?"
"ofcourse I did dumbass." He tried his best to hide the faint blush but leaned down beside me anyway.
"Hungry? I was thinking of ordering takeout and sneaking back here to eat."
"yeah sure. I'll pay." Before I could even protest or reach for my phone, he already started looking through the menus.
"Your usual, burger and milkshake?" He questions.
I sigh and nod, "yeah. and fries?"
"and fries." He said, ordering the same for himself.
Soon enough the food arrived, and while eating Katsuki made sure I laughed and wheezed every minute to keep me entertained. So much so that it turned into a makeout session in the midst of eating.
I, his lap, my hands on his shoulders to hold myself up while his hands at my hips. There was no distance between us, no distractions. The faint chatter of guests started to fade as the night deepened. The fries sat half cold now in the package.
Neither of us cared, too lost in each other. Too lost in making up for the day. He pulled back for a moment, just looking at me, I looked too, smiling.
That's when I heard mom's voice, "Where are you missy?"
And before I could get off of him or fix our clothes, the door flew open. Caught red handed.
Warnings: nothing, just lots of fluff and shoto todoroki being a green flag all the way.
Wc: 1.2k
Author note: We rarely see soft side of icy hot so here's one.
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You were having a terrible day. You woke up with 4 hours of sleep, and got your period. Then the cramps were annoying you so much you could barely move. So here you were, bed rotting on a nice, sunny weekend.
Due to the intense pain, you forgot to text your boyfriend, Shoto about not being able to go out that day. So naturally, he got worried and showed up to your dorm pretending nonchalance while secretly being worried.
You were curled into your covers, and didn't even bother to get breakfast. You were half asleep when someone knocked at your dorm door.
You look up sleepily, "whoever it is, leave."
And you drop back down. But the door opens, revealing none other than your icy-hot boyfriend, Shoto. "Hey.. you okay?"
You just curled deeper into your pillow. And he immediately understood that you've got your period. So being the world class boyfriend he is, he curled into the bed beside you, waiting, slightly teasing.
"cuddle me already." You grumble. And he gives in. He uses his hot side quirk to help with your cramps and then he cuddles you till you fell asleep on him, nestled against his chest.
Once he was sure you were asleep, he slid out of the bed and went to grab your comfort foods: ramen, sweet and spicy chips, chocolates, lots of chocolates and a hot bag.
He carefully slipped back into your room avoiding as many conversations as he can in the common room. Thankfully no one bothered him much due to his usual brooding. He was back beside you before you even stirred.
He noticed you stirring, "hey, better now?" You blink away the sleep, "a little." You notice a paper bag on your bed, "is that chocolate?" You grab the bag before he can even respond causing his lips to curl up a little bit.
You immediately dig into your comfort food, starting off with ramen, sharing ofcourse, just one bite though. Then warm tea that he smuggled from the common room. Then more chocolates. Mid-bites you complained about the shitty morning you endured, then talked about random nothings.
He told you about his new training schedule and how there was more time for hangouts now and you swore you felt your chest getting lighter at that. The random talks had slowly led to evening that neither of you realised.
Now by late evening, you were both curled together under the blankets watching a movie on your projector. It was a sappy romcom that you were barely paying attention to. The lunch you both had was so good that you guys planned to skip dinner and have another round of smuggled tea.
Guess you were too exhausted for even that and had fallen asleep on his shoulder, nose nuzzeled in his neck. He noticed the weight of you on his shoulder, realising you fell asleep and just kissed your head like it's the most natural thing in the world and carefully laid you both on the bed and immediately spooned you again. He kissed your head one last time before reactivating his quirk on your stomach to make sure you had a proper sleep and drifted off as well.
