Twitch streamer!gf (you) dating pro-hero sero, and during one of your live streams your fans SWEAR they saw a glimpse of shirtless, pro-hero cellophane walking in the background of your podcast-like stream.
You decide to tease both your fans and your bf by saying “i dunno who cellophane is guys, wth???”
“Yes, I have a boyfriend, and I’m honored you guys think he’s hot enough to be a pro hero” to which sero scoffs and walks into frame saying “yes, I’m dating this beautiful woman, and YES, it’s me pro-hero cellophane. We wanted to keep things quiet but, oh well.”
The chat starts speeding up in record time, question upon question flying across your screen. A mischievous smile spreads across your face as you pull him in for a quick peck on the lips.
ouuuu i am on a writing GRIND i want to write for sero next cuz he's so delicious <3 i just realized that i haven't written for mha in forever omg thank u tenya fic for being the first mha fic in who knows how long !!
ouuuu i am on a writing GRIND i want to write for sero next cuz he's so delicious <3 i just realized that i haven't written for mha in forever omg thank u tenya fic for being the first mha fic in who knows how long !!
pairing: iida t. x fem!reader
note: nobody believes you when you tell them that your very studious bf can in fact, match your freak ! (saw some yummy iida hcs on tiktok and now he's on my mind again. i don't think i've ever written for him though??)
content: suggestive, mentions of sex, university au, iida is a nerd LMAO, crack fic in a way???
wc: 1.1k
divider by: @strangergraphics
"You can be honest with me. What do you even see in Iida? I love the guy, but I can't imagine him being very good in bed." A very drunk Kaminari asks you for the fifth time tonight. You sigh, turning towards Kirishima.
"Kiri, could you take Kami home? He's drunk." Kirishima nods eagerly, and strangles the blond out of Mina's apartment. He yells goodnight to everyone and tells Mina he'll be back later. She giggles and nods.
By now, the party has died down and there's only a few of you left. Mina of course, because she hosted this gathering, Shinso who had nothing better to do, Jiro who was in charge of music, Urakaka, and yourself.
Mina skips her way over to you having overheard Kaminari's question.
"Honestly, I'm wondering the same thing! Likeeeee is he good in bed?" Somehow you find the question less offending coming from Mina's mouth than Kaminari's.
You throw a teasing smirk her way as you start to pick up red solo cups that have been long forgotten by party goers. "He's better than good."
Mina's mouth hangs open in disbelief, "Really? I can't imagine him being anything but a gentleman."
"That's what a lot of people say." Luckily for you, the topic of your boyfriend is dropped and the five of you clean up the rest of the party with some good tunes from one of Jiro's many playlists.
A groan escapes your lips when you check your phone. It's one in the morning, and all you want to do is shower. You underestimated how long you'd be helping Mina out. It always baffles you how college students seem to have no common sense when it comes to being respectful in someone else's space. Mina's place was a mess after the party.
Putting that all behind you, you unlock your door.
"Hey, baby, I'm back." Tenya's probably asleep you assume, but you call out anyways. He couldn't join you at Mina's party due to his thesis. He's been working so hard at it, and the last thing you'd want is to distract him.
"Hi, love. How was the party?" A groggy voice responds. A smile immediately takes over your face when Tenya pulls you in for a hug. He buries his face into your neck, and you can feel his lips brush against your neck.
"It was fine, the cleaning part sucked, because some people don't know how to act." As soon as you finish your sentence, the crimson eyed man kisses your neck. A gasp leaves your lips.
"Sorry... I just missed you." He pulls away enough to look you in the eyes.
"You don't need to apologize; I was just taken by surprise is all." You grab his hands and give them a little squeeze.
Without a word he scoops you up into his big, strong arms, "Well, shall we take this to bed?"
"What's the occasion? Are you ovulating or something?" You joke. You can hear his socked feet pad on the ground with purpose as he takes you to your shared bed.
"Don't joke, honey. I'm this close to ravishing you." You're at a loss for words when you hear him say that. His voice is dripping in something dangerous.
"Tenya, love, I have work at three so I need to get out of bed." You aren't exactly sure when you went to sleep, but you know for sure you fell asleep during the second round with him.
Tenya kisses your shoulder. The two of you have been a tangled mess of limbs throughout the morning.
"I don't want to keep you from your obligations, but everything about you is purely intoxicating." The man sure has a way with words, because you consider skipping work for a moment.
Another kiss is planted on your very marked up shoulder. As a matter of fact... every part of your body is marked up. You find that very unusual, as Tenya never tries to mark you up, unless you ask, of course.
"I don't think I'll be able to hide these..." You say.
Tenya smiles, "Good, maybe Kaminari will learn how to mind the business that pays him." You perk up at that, the sheets uncovering your upper body in the process. It wasn't the fact that he had used your lingo that you were confused.
It was the fact that he somehow knew about Kaminari's remarks from last night. "How'd you even know about that?"
"He drunkenly texted me early dawn, asking how I could possibly satisfy someone as beautiful as you. Let's just say... I felt the urge to prove that I could."
Your eyes widen in shock. Tenya has never been one to flaunt his bedroom skills, because he believed that it wasn't really anyone else's business. So, hearing that Kaminari provoked him enough to prove him wrong had you aghast.
You let out a small chuckle, "So that's why you were such a hornball when I got back."
His face scrunched up, "'Hornball' sounds distasteful."
"My bad- that's why you were so needy when I got back." He doesn't even indulge in your teasing.
"I'll make something to eat while you get ready." He groans as he gets out of the bed, and reaches for his glasses that he discarded last night when they started to fog up in the midst of your sexual endeavors.
"Thank you, Ten!"
After finishing your closing shift, you decide to join Mina and a few others for dinner. She and Bakugo were cooking so, of course you'd be there. Tenya asks you to bring him a plate, which you had already planned on doing anyways.
"Knock knock!" You yell out into the apartment as you walk inside.
A few 'hellos' echo throughout the place. You take off your shoes at the front door as to not track anything you've stepped on today into Mina's place.
The smell of food overwhelms you to the point that your stomach urges you to hurry along to the kitchen.
Kirishima, Kaminari, and Sero were sitting on the couch watching something, and if your ears don't deceive you, you could hear Izuku snorting in the dining area.
"Hey guys!"
Kaminari spares you a glance before his jaw drops, "What the hell happened to you?" Kirishima and Sero turn their heads to look at you too.
Sero smirks, "I'm pretty sure her boyfriend happened."
"He sure did." You agree with a chuckle.
Kaminari just stares in disbelief, "I didn't think he had it in him."
"I swear nobody believes he's freak. He is crazy about me, dude. All you did was rile him up."
Kirishima howls out in a fit of laughter, and Kaminari goes red at what you're implying.
"My condolences to your body."
"All good, I had fun." You send a smirk his way before walking into the kitchen to make small talk with Mina.
Even after your boyfriend proved he could very much satisfy you, you'd still get the question every here and there as to why you'd date him. It didn't bother you much, because you knew that he was indeed a freak like you.
blue and grey banner by the amazing: @uzmacchiato !
sakusa doesn't like the beach. he hates how the sand gets into every crevice, how the wind messes up his hair, and how the humidity of the salty air sticks to him. for a place known to be a popular vacation destination possessing incredible views, it sure is uncomfortable. yet here he is at the beach with you.
once you guys get set up at a fairly vacant spot on the coast, he's content to lounge in the folding chair under the shade of the attached umbrella.
"don't you wanna dip your toes in?" you ask sakusa, holding up your sundress to prevent it from getting wet as the water laps at your feet.
"no, it's okay," he replies. "i'll stay here and look after our stuff."
you shrug as if to say suit yourself and wade further into the ocean.
sakusa watches as you stroll along the shore. though he isn't too keen on the idea of traipsing through the water, he has to admit that listening to the ocean is very calming. his eyelids begin to feel heavy as the hushing sound of the waves lull him to sleep.
a while later, he's awoken by a gentle hand shaking his shoulder.
"i found us matching shells," you report with a smile. sakusa's somewhat groggy eyes travel to your palm, which held two small conch shells. he then looks up at you.
the golden rays cast a glowing sheen on your face. whether your skin shimmers from sunscreen, sweat, or your secret ability to sparkle, he couldn't care less. you look stunning.
"thank you," he expresses, picking up one of the shells and carefully wrapping his fingers around it to keep it safe. sakusa takes your other hand and presses a soft kiss on your knuckles, to which your smile widens. he swears it's brighter than the setting sun.
it’s my 10th year drawing hq fanart! drew this back in december! ☃️❄️ thankyou for supporting me all these years 🥹 for tolerating my decade long hyperfixation that doesn’t look like it’s ending anytime soon…hehehe
pairing: higuruma hiromi x fem!reader
note: JJK U’s law professor is hot! but there’s no way he’d indulge in you, his teaching assistant… right? @hunnismokah’s law professor higu art has convinced me to write this hehe. also i know nothing abt law school bc I’m a zoology major lmfaoooo, but I did a little bit of research.
content: smau + written, fluff, slight angst, law professor higuruma, reader is a grad student and a TA for his undergrad class, drunk confessions, getting together, etc.
fic wc: 600
Unending nerves buzz within your body as you walk into the coffee shop to face your doom, or what you assume will be your doom.
You aren't sure what may come of this. Your crush on him can't be professional, or can it...? You haven't been his student since you were a first year and now you're a grad student, who's also taken on being his teaching assistant. Thinking about the logistics puts you into a nervous spiral.
You see him sitting at a small, brown table for two. What if someone sees the two of you and assumes something? You'd surely be in even worse trouble than you probably are in right now, wouldn't you?
"I don't bite." He murmurs, his voice is dangerously low and inviting in ways you do not want to think about at the moment.
Without a word you take a seat across from him, bowing and thanking him for the drink.
"Okay, relax with the formalities. I've been to your apartme-"
Your eyes widen and you cut him off with a loudly whispered, "SHUSH!" One of his eyebrows quirks up but he doesn't question you.
You take a sip of your drink before speaking, "If you're going to fire me I understand, sir. I've acted out of line as your TA, and I was formerly your student, so-"
"Excuse my language, but cut the bullshit." He says in his no nonsense tone. You're stunned to say the least, but you close your mouth.
"[name], I did not come here to fire you, alright? I came to talk to you about these feelings you have for me."
"But why? You don't even reciprocate them." It doesn't make any sense to you. You shift slightly due to the awkwardness.
"For a future lawyer, you sure don't use your context clues." He takes a sip of whatever he's drinking and sits back in his chair a little. He even crosses his arms over his chest.
You notice how he basically rewords one of your text messages and uses it against you, "And for a past lawyer... you're pissing me off!" Your response only makes him chuckle.
"Okay let me help you out. Do you really think that I would come over to your apartment to nurse you back to health for the fun of it?"
You pause to think, "I was assuming you just wanted me to be back as soon as I could." He shakes his head and sigh.
"No, I did it because I care about you. You are a very brilliant, and resilient woman and I admire that about you."
Your chest flutters a little bit at his flattery.
"You can't seriously mean..."
"Yes, somehow and someway, you've wormed yourself into my life and I find that I don't hate it."
"What a roundabout way of saying you like me."
"Oh, can it."
"Okay, old man." Higuruma smiles when he sees you've gained your confidence back.
"I'm only 35, you'll be reaching your thirties soon enough."
"I've still got six years."
He takes another sip of his drink as do you.
"I know you're worried about the logistics of it all. Since I am not your professor, and I hold no academic power over you, we're fine. People may find it odd, but we aren't breaking any policies." You sigh in relief. Could you have found out this information on your own? Probably, but you were too stressed to be rational.
"Being irrational under stress will come back to bite you in this field, work on that." He says somehow knowing exactly what you're thinking.
"Stop reading my mind!"
"Your thoughts are always all over your face." He says with a shrug.
"I have a good poker face, you're just always around me so you can read me easier." You counter.
He rolls his eyes, "Right..."
A warm, fuzzy feeling consumes you as you spend the rest of your morning talking to Higuruma about the most mundane things. If this is a preview of what it will be like to date him, then you're excited for the future.
"Hi," His smooth voice greets over the phone. This is already a bad idea... you shouldn't have picked up the phone.
"Hello, Miya. Is there a reason you called?" Your voice sounds like ice to his ears; his end of the line went silent. He hates hearing that tone directed at him.
He shutters quietly, the sound makes your heart throb, "I'm not Miya. Not to you." Is all he can mutter. His voice sounds broken, more so then when you first answered his call. If he starts to cry, you'll lose it too. Everything is still too fresh in your opinion.
"I don't want to do this— not today." You whisper quietly into the phone. In an attempt to calm yourself down, you glance at things in your living room; the tv, the mug your best friend made for you, the blanket covering your lap, just anything.
"I miss ya so fucking much, please hear me out." Atsumu pleads desperately.
"We broke up for a reason," You offer, trying to remind him why this wouldn't be a good idea.
"Our timing was off— well mostly mine but, baby, I promise I'll always make time for ya." You've heard that before... it was when you first started dating him. Worry took over you, you'd wonder if volleyball would ever make him too busy for you; he reassured you that it wouldn't. Until it did.
"I-i can't go back to being second priority in your life." It was awful.
---
Atsumu had missed so much within your relationship, because he was always working and practicing.
Evenings were the absolute worst. All you had wanted was for him to enjoy meals with you, but you'd often have to set a plate aside for him in the microwave. You found yourself watching movies by yourself, showering alone, winding down for bed on your own, amongst other things. The loneliness started to get to you. After working all day, all you had wanted to see was the man you loved.
The worst part of it all was that he chose to leave you alone. His practices never really ran late into the evening, but he insisted on staying longer in order to perfect something he's been working on or hit the gym after practice.
It was always:
"Hey, baby, so sorry but I'm staying at the gym later than usual."
"Don't wait up for me, I'll be back late."
"Ya don't have to cook, just get takeout since I'll be home late."
"I promise I'll make up for lost time."
You could only handle so much of that. Your last straw was when Atsumu stayed at the gym late despite it being your birthday. You weren't even sure he remembered that it was your birthday.
You stayed up that night, giving him the benefit of the doubt. When he got home, he was confused as to why you were still up; that's when you snapped at him. He snapped back of course, arguing that if he wasn't playing at his best then he'd get behind.
The night ended with you crying, and telling him that you were done, with everything. He didn't believe you at first. Of course he felt bad for forgetting your birthday, but he didn't think it was major enough for you to break up with him.
It all started to get very real, when he came home to you packing up your stuff. He pleaded and begged you to stay, but you couldn't do it. How could you stay for him when he couldn't even see that he was in the wrong? Or try to correct himself for that matter. It was all about Atsumu, Atsumu, Atsumu.
---
Atsumu clears his throat over the phone and sighs sadly, "I understand. I still miss ya though. Didn't realize what I had until I lost ya."
Neither of you speak after his confession, but eventually, Atsumu breaks the silence.
"Well I, I just wanted to tell ya happy birthday, since I fucked that up last year." His voice is so quiet that you could barely hear it.
You were doing so well, keeping composed during this phone call, but hearing him say that caused you to tear up. He remembered your birthday. No, it's not enough to win you back, but it's a start.
Your heart pounds wildly through your chest when you hear a knock at the door. He’s here.
Without any haste you stride over to your front door, unlocking and opening it. When the door is opened you’re greeted with the sight of your ex-boyfriend.
He stands there sheepishly, flowers in one hand and a takeout tray in the other, which you assume has onigiri in it.
“Did you make those or did Osamu?” You tease lightly to break the awkwardness.
“I oversaw the cooking process, so I helped.” He says with a smile and you just roll your eyes playfully.
“I think Osamu would beg to differ, but come in.” You say turning around to walk back to the kitchen where you were making dessert.
It had been a few months since Atsumu had broken your no contact to tell you happy birthday. You weren’t very sure what to do after that. He would occasionally text you, ask you how your day was, what you were up to; really anything to keep talking to you.
Of course, you didn’t make things easy for him, he broke your heart once and you didn’t want that to happen again. Atsumu is persistent though, he didn’t plan on giving up and it made your heart swell.
So, thanks to his efforts, here he is, in the apartment you rented after breaking up with him.
He looks around your place. It’s very cutely decorated, it makes Atsumu miss all the little trinkets and decorations that scattered the apartment the two of you once shared.
“Nice place,” He says as he sets down the tray on your island counter.
“Thanks, I tried to make it 'me', you know?” Atsumu gets lost in your eyes when you make eye contact with him.
“Ya definitely nailed that. Reminds me of when you’d have yer cute stuff all over our place.” You nod, as you don’t know what else to say.
He clears his throat, “Um… ya got anything for the flowers?”
“Maybe….? Let me check.” He watches as you walk down the hall, to your bedroom probably, to look for something for the flowers.
You rummage around your closet in hopes of finding something similar to a vase. After a bit of searching you find a glass vase. It’s the one you thought you had donated, due to it being something Atsumu got for you when you were dating him.
He got it from one of your favorite vendors, and it had little strawberries painted on it. A dry chuckle leaves your lips.
“How ironic.”
You take the vase with you to the kitchen, and when you do, Atsumu's eyes widen.
“Ya still have that thing? I’m shocked.”
“I am too. I swear it was in the donation box, but I guess it had other plans.” Atsumu shakes his head with a small laugh.
“I’ll trim the ends for ya… where are the scissors?” He asks.
“That drawer over there.” You respond pointing your head in the direction of the drawer. While he does that, you wash the vase out as it has been sitting in your closet for over a year now collecting dust.
The two of you work in silence and you can feel the tension starting to grow. Every unspoken thought you have seems too weird to say outloud.
"So...." You start, "How have you been, like, really been." You turn around to face him so you can make eye contact while he speaks. His mouth opens and shuts, and after a few heavy seconds he sighs.
"It's been- well I've been okay, I guess. I miss ya a lot to be frank, and ever since ya ended things i've been feeling like a part of me is missing. Not in a cheesy way or anything it's just... I dunno." He confesses in one big ramble. Once the words spill from his lips he knows he can't take them back, so he waits patiently for your response.
As he waits, he slides the vase from where you had set it down over to his side of the counter so he can place your flowers in there.
"Well, I'd be lying if I said I didn't miss you too, but I'm scared, Atsumu. I don't want to get hurt again."
"I don't want to hurt ya again either," he shutters quietly before continuing on, "I uh- I've cut back on how much time I spend at the gym after practice, and I've been making sure to spend time with my loved ones. Our break up was wake up call for me. I was barely making time for 'Samu and even my ma."
You hadn't even thought about how he'd been neglecting his family as well. "That's a start." You say with your lip quivering as you feel the urge to cry. All of your emotions swell up in your chest.
"Maybe this is selfish of me to ask but... do ya think- do ya think that this is enough for us to try again?"
You pick up the vase of flowers and bring them over to the sink, so you can fill up the vase.
Atsumu starts to get nervous when you don't respond. He watches as you set the vase down in front of him.
You grab Atsumu by his shirt and pull him in for a kiss before he can ever register what was happening. When he does realize that you are in fact kissing him, he places his hands, calloused from volleyball, on either sides of your beautiful face.
His heart swells as does yours. He feels excitement, nerves, even confusion, but most importantly he feels home. This is where he's meant to be, not alone but with you.
You pull away and look him deep in his brown eyes.
"I won't tolerate being second to your job again, understand? This is your only chance." Atsumu nods aggressively, and then smiles like an idiot. He'll treat you right this time around, because he's right where he wants to be.
