An Izuku x Reader Period Comfort Oneshot (+ a SMAU Text!)
Description: Unfortunately for you, your menstrual cycle came early and so did all the pain that comes with it… but fortunately for you! You have a loving boyfriend to comfort you through it.
written by: bnhangel4 - edited by: @4everwithm3
word count: 1,948
Warnings: none other than lots of fluff! and the reader is depicted as having female anatomy and having to deal with periods but no specific pronouns are used.
Authors note: this is EXTREMELY self indulgent… i wrote this on a whim one night when i was on my period as you could guess LOL and my WONDERFUL INCREDIBLE BEAUTIFUL GORGEOUS AMAZING BESTIE EDITED IT FOR ME YAAAAYYY LOVE YOU QUEEN THANK YOU SO MUCHHHH <3333 please everyone go read her stuff!!! she writes for bakugou and it’s amazinggg ;)
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You roll uncomfortably in your bed, tossing and turning for what feels like hours at this point. Unfortunately, your uterus has decided to bless you with your menstrual cycle coming a little early this month. It seems to have also decided to give you some of the most painful cramps you’ve had the absolute pleasure to experience… Great…
You already took some painkillers, but it hasn’t been long enough for them to kick in properly. Also great… You knew you should’ve taken them sooner, but you figured they wouldn’t be that bad. Until, suddenly, they were. So, now you lie with a heating pad that feels like it’s barely there on your lower abdomen and a blanket covering your entire body, head to toe.
You lie for a while, giving up on moving and opting just to remain lying on your back, being able to think about nothing but the excruciating pain in your body.
Why… Why does it have to be this way? You go through this thought process every month when you get punched in the gut and forced to deal with the uncomfortable physical and emotional feelings that come with possessing a uterus. Something that you didn’t even ask for, mind you. Just a fact of life that, unfortunately, if you’re born with female anatomy, you must go through the motions and suffer the consequences.
Well, not exactly consequences since you didn’t actually do anything to warrant- OW. OW. OWIE. OUCH. Okay, another wave has hit, and it somehow feels worse than before.
You wince, curling into yourself as you groan out loud, “Owww…” Your face scrunches up uncontrollably, and you curl into a ball and wrap your arms around yourself in a feeble attempt to stop this agonizing pain.
After a minute or so, your eyes open and find your nightstand that you’re now facing. You spot your phone sitting there, and a thought comes to mind: you have a wonderful boyfriend in the same building as you, just an elevator ride and a short walk away. You think for a moment longer, contemplating whether you should bother him with this.
“He’s probably tired of hearing about your pain every month…” or “He might be busy with something, it could be a bad time to bug him…” On and on, your brain gives you reasons not to contact him and ask him for some comfort and allow you to vent.
But, finally, after you get hit with yet another spike of pain, you push through the hesitation and text him. He cares about you. He'd want to help in any way he can, he’s told you so a thousand times. You should really believe him more!
You hastily grab your phone off the nightstand and tap to his contact. You start typing…
Well, that was fast… if you’d known it’d be that easy, and that you wouldn’t even have to ask him yourself, you would’ve texted him an hour ago when this all started! At least he’s on his way now, and you’ll have your much-needed warm boyfriend cuddles in no time!
Around 10 minutes later, he knocks at your door. You call out a “Come in!” and he quickly obliges, shutting the door behind him and dropping his bag and shoes by the door.
“Hi, honey…” he turns to you with his usual gentle smile. “Sorry I took so long, I decided to make you a tea to help with the cramps.”
You glance down at his hands and notice, now, that he has your favorite mug full of what appears to be your favorite hot tea.
“Oh... Izuku.” The warmth that swells in your chest at this simple gesture is immeasurable. There are no words to describe how grateful you are for him, to have him in your life.
“Thank you…” is all you can muster, trying to sound as sincere as you feel.
“It's no problem.” His smile never falters as he sets the mug down on your nightstand and turns to you.
You reach your arms out for a hug, welcoming him into your warm bed. He happily accepts and hugs you close while sighing contentedly. You nuzzle into his neck and just hold him there for a while, as he begins to rub slow circles on your back in an attempt to help you feel better. And it most certainly is working. You already began to forget about the pain you were in moments ago (and the pain killers seem to finally be doing their job).
“How has your day been?” you ask softly. He hums in thought for a moment.
“It's been good. I was just studying for the upcoming exam most of the day.” You giggle a little at that, as the exam he’s referring to isn’t for another two months. But it’s Izuku, of course; he likes to be prepared for anything that comes his way, the unstoppable force of nature he is.
“But then you texted, in need of a hero.” You both laugh to yourselves, and you roll your eyes in jest. “So now I'm here…” he smiles down at you and kisses your forehead lightly, “and I'm so happy to be.”
You smile uncontrollably at his genuine affection for you. You genuinely can’t wrap your brain around it. This man, the one who saved the world and went through so much to do it, loves you. You, of all people. It feels like a dream, honestly…
“You know, I almost didn’t text you…” you start, and he looks down at you a little concerned and confused. “I didn't wanna bother you if you were busy or something.” You huff. You already know what he’s going to say, but still, it doesn’t hurt to hear it again.
“Oh, baby…” he coos, and holds you closer, hugging you a little tighter, like maybe it’ll help his words finally stick. “You never bother me. I'm always happy to be there for you.” He hates that you always come back to this thinking. It's gotten better since being with him, but he knows you can’t just get rid of these thoughts so easily. Regardless, he continues to do his best and provide any and all reassurance you need.
“I know…” you sigh into him, “I just- you know…” You nuzzle your face back into his neck, and he holds you somehow even more securely. You've never felt more safe with anyone than with him in this moment. God, you just love him. So much, it becomes overwhelming.
As much as you try to hold them in, some tears start to slip past you. “Sorry...” you stutter out as more start coming.
“Oh, hun… It’s okay.” He starts rubbing your back gently again in an attempt to calm you. “Just let it all out, it’s okay,” he says, his voice so soft and gentle and encouraging. It starts to make you cry more at this rate, likely the opposite effect Izuku was going for.
His grip never loosens, though. His movements never slow. He just lets you sob into his neck, keeping you safe and cared for, his heartbeat keeping yours steady, along with his breathing.
Eventually, your tears slow enough that you can speak again. “I just love you so much…” you whisper, pulling back from his shoulder. “You care about me so much and I- I don’t understand it sometimes.” Sighing, you take a moment, as to not start sobbing again. He waits and listens, patient as he watches you.
“But it makes me so happy… It’s impossible to express in words.” You laugh gently to yourself and sniffle. Izuku brings his hands up to your face, cupping your cheeks tenderly and wiping your tears away with his thumbs.
You stay still for a moment, watching his face. His smile never leaves, the love and adoration in his eyes as he stares back at you ever present, and his touch so comforting and delicate. You never want this feeling to end. You could stay like this forever.
Your eyes trail down to his shirt, where you were once sobbing into him. You let out a quiet “Oh,” and chuckle. “Sorry about your shirt...”
His eyes follow to where yours are looking and he chuckles along with you as he sees the wet spot left behind on the fabric. “It’s alright,” he says through his giggles.
Suddenly, he perks up with a small gasp. “Oh! You had asked me for some of my shirts,” he shifts to get up, and you reluctantly let him cross your dorm room to rifle through his trusty yellow backpack. “I wasn’t sure which to bring, so I brought the three I remembered you saying you liked in particular.” He walks back over to you with the neatly folded shirts in his hands.
You sit up as he sets them down on the bed for you to look at. “I hope I picked good… I assume you want them to wear after I leave?” he rubs the back of his neck shyly, and you smile at him, nodding in confirmation of his suspicions.
“Yeah... I needed a refresh. The ones that I…” you pause thinking for a moment, “definitely didn’t steal before, don’t smell like you anymore...” you laugh, a little embarrassed at your own admission. It feels so corny to say out loud, but it’s true.
Izuku laughs at your antics and nods in understanding, moving to check your closet for his missing shirts. Meanwhile, you pick up the three shirts and assess them. He definitely picked well, and his memory served him right: two All Might themed t-shirts and one of his iconic and hilarious “T-shirt” t-shirts.
You pick one up at random and change shirts while Izuku is busy searching for his lost clothes in your closet. You pull the hem down over your head and glance towards the closet, Izuku emerging with a pile of his stolen clothing items.
“And here I thought I was running out of clothes!” he teases you as he moves towards his bag. You blush and scratch your cheek with a guilty expression. You let out a quiet, “My bad…” before the mug on your nightstand catches your eye.
You completely forgot he brought you tea! How rude of you to let it sit there for so long untouched. You move back to sit up and lean against the headboard as you grab the mug off the nightstand carefully. You hold it with two hands in your lap, and Izuku comes and joins you back in bed, snuggling up next to you with an arm draped over your shoulders. You lean into his touch and take a sip of the warm tea.
You smile at the taste. He indeed got your favorite flavor perfect. You hum in satisfaction as you let your eyes close for a minute, soaking in the warmth of tea and your lover beside you.
Izuku watches you with a content smile, feeling accomplished in being able to make you feel better compared to 30 or so minutes ago. His face starts to flush as he quietly watches you, everything he loves about you coming to mind uncontrollably.
“I love you… so much,” is the most he can say to express his thoughts and feelings without going on an entire tangent, like he often will. You open your eyes and look up at him, and you almost struggle to keep eye contact as the statement flusters you a little.
Your face heating up, you simply reply, “I love you too.” Your smile grows when you, too, add “so much.”
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THANK YOU FOR READING <3
andddd friendly reminder to go check out my wonderful bestie who edited this, esp if you like bakugou x readers!!!!!
mmmmmmmmmm i kinda wanna write some izuku x reader drabbles or something but i don’t have any clear ideas… soooo if you’re reading this and have a prompt, send it on over heh.. 😼
no promises i’ll do it cuz i don’t want anyone to get their hopes up just in case but i def wanna try!!
here’s a random Vox x reader oneshot fic i wrote one night while i was falling asleep lol little attempt at something domestic cuz i love that stuff but idk if it’s any good you can lmk i guess haha
not really edited, may or may not edit it and put it on ao3 ??
edit: OMG FORGOT TO MENTION MY BADDD reader is depicted with long hair but that’s the only description of her appearance oh and also pronouns used are she/her (#selfindulgent lol wait unless that’s irrelevant because i don’t actually know if i used any fem pronouns explicitly) my bad gang should’ve had a warning before !!!
you settled into bed with soft sigh, taking your hair down and letting it fall and adjust to the feeling of it loosing. Vox too joined you in bed swiftly removing the last of his clothes to be left in nothing but his shark patterned boxers you had gotten him one Sinmas. He hums in thought as he glances over to you, usual smug smirk plastered on his screen (although a bit more relaxed than his usual showmanship he gives the public eye).
“what?” you ask looking over to him as you finish pulling the blankets over your lap. He hums softly before speaking, looking you up and down subtly. but of course, you notice. you always do.
“you should wear your hair like that more…” He says in his smug tone you almost hate sometimes, shifting in the bed to sit instead of keeping his feet planted on the floor.
you sigh a laugh “I would, but it gets in my way more if I do,” you lean back in the bed more, propping yourself up on your elbow facing him.
He watches you with his eyebrow raised and a softened smile. his shoulders relaxing slightly as he watches you get more comfortable in his bed.
“it’s better to not bother with it at all.” you switch to laying entirely on your stomach, still facing your head towards him slightly with your arms folded over your chest.
Vox lays down and mirrors your previous position, arm propped up casually as he lays on his side, leaning his flatscreen and body in your direction. He only hums once more in understanding (or at least, you choose to take it that way) and reaches a hand to play with your long strands that fall over your shoulders onto the pillows.
“well, I like you like this more.” He comments, not looking at you but instead watching his fingers twirling around your long hair. You laugh slightly as he does, a quiet and soft sound he flickers his to you over.
“why? cause’ you like playing with it so much?” you coo, playfully incredulous while you shake your head towards him, leaning a bit closer.
he snorts a small “No” while switching his position to lay all the way down, his hands behind his head to hold him up comfortably. You smile at him and get more comfortable as well, still staring at him despite not being able to see his face really.
Vox isn’t one to give compliments unless he wants something. that is, unless it’s you. he still has a filter over the way he says it due to his own ego but you’ve come to understand his language for a long time now.
he’s particular though, despite being on the same level, he doesn’t prefer making it known you two have a thing going on unless it benefits his status in some way. he doesn’t exactly hide it, but he doesn’t flaunt it either. you’ve known eachother for so long now, yet he can only be like this with you in private or when he knows for sure no one’s watching.
you don’t mind it too much, although, some days you so wish you could pull the “the CEO of “VoxTek” is my boyfriend” card without it potentially becoming a fight between you two later. you respect his boundaries too much to do something like that anyways.
“something… on your mind?” Vox asks you, pulling you out of your train of thought. you realize he’s now facing his head towards you more, enough so you can see his face at least.
you don’t say anything for a moment, only making a noise of acknowledgment towards his question. you weren’t sure if you wanted to broach the subject but despite it all you decide to anyways. might as well see what he thinks.
“what if we were… public. like, more explicitly so..” you watch his expression change to slight annoyance at you bringing this up.
he huffs a sigh as he looks away from you “c’mon babe, we’ve talked about this have we not?” he sits up slightly to face you properly, pinching between his eyes (ignoring the fact he’s a tv screen and doesn’t have a nose).
“isn’t this enough for you already?” he chuckles incredulously, gesturing generally his bedroom.
you raise your hands in defense, “it is! I mean- I would just like it sometimes if we could be a little more free in public… y’know?” you drop your hands to the sides of your arms, rubbing them gently in a soothing motion. you avoid eye contact on instinct, opting to look at the bed instead.
Vox sighs. “look sweetheart, when i no longer have to worry about that fucker Alastor,” his screen glitches slightly at the mention of the radio demons name, his audio sounding off for a moment. “then we can have all of hell know you’re mine!” he smiles at you with eyebrows raised, almost condescending.
“and you’re mine?” you raise an eyebrow at him with a deadpan expression. he blinks at you his expression faltering.
“I- well- YEAH DUH!” he raises his voice with a chuckle. “that was implied…” he trails off, he won’t admit he belongs to anyone, even if it’s not by literal contract.
you roll your eyes at him, “okay~” you flip over to face away from him and get comfortable to sleep on your side. “goodnight…” you can’t lie, you’re a quite annoyed with his answer. it’s like that stupid deer always seems to worm his way into your relationship due to Vox’s endless obsession.
“oh come on doll, don’t be like that…” Vox scooches over to you and pulls you into him, spooning you from behind. you grumble and push away from him slightly in small protest, but you can’t care enough to try that hard.
he chuckles affectionately. “I know you love it when I hold you, don’t lie~” he coos back at you in the way you had before. teasing you by rubbing his clawed hands up and down your sides slowly. you can’t help but heat up a little at the action.
You groan and turn around in his grasp, pressing your face into his chest and wrapping your arms around his torso. “You’re an asshole.” you groan into him, muffled voice humming through his chest.
He laughs, “Yeah, but I’m your asshole.” he smirks closing his eyes. Grip tightening slightly, protectively around you.
You huff and then pause.
‘I’m your asshole’…
‘I’m yours’… he said it. Albeit, in his own Vox-ish way. You smile, nuzzling closer to him to relax in his hold.
Whether that was something he let slip, or a real confession you didn’t know. But you did know he meant it, at least to some degree, or he never would’ve admitted something like that. You knew him by now and his tone told you he meant what he said when you two were alone like this.
Maybe he wasn’t so far from making your relationship known to the public eye like you thought…
