Hi everyone I'm Seewei! :) I'm 23, and use she/her pronouns.
The goal in life is to work in neuropsychology (so if anyone wants to chat about that, im totally down!). But other than my career, I love to draw and write.
For now, I'm mainly writing for My Hero Academia, but I'm def trying to branch out more too! I also post my fanfics on AO3 (whisperingways)
My masterlist is a little out of date, but I'm planning to get it up to speed soon. I absolutely love getting fanfic requests, so if you've got an idea, send it my way and I'll write it as best as I can! :)
Links for everything are down below! Hope you guys enjoy my writing!
imagine this, so youre on your way back home from work at night, tired. youre stopped at an intersection on the way to a gas station when a guy on a bike pulls up next to you. you try inconspuciously looking at him at what seems to be the longest red light ever. and he turns to look at you all of a sudden so you whip your head back, eyes staring holes into the road ahead of you out of embarassment.
the light turns green and he goes off and you try to forget as you arrive at the gas station. youre pumping gas and you hear this loudass rev behind you and wouldnt you know bike guy pulls up directly behind you and youre mortified. he starts pumping gass too and youre like half shrinking away, half trying to steal glances. you see him catch your glance AGAIN and you actually want to die now. but you hear footsteps near you and look and bike guy is walking towards you now.
He comes super close and just says "yk a picture lasts longer right" with this deep chuckle and your knees are buckling. You just laugh nervously in response. He looks kinda mean, but in an attractive way?? Plus the black wifebeater gray sweatpants combo?? Done deal for you, exactly your type.
He asks your name and you stutter it out and he says his name is katsuki. when he asks "what's a pretty girl like you doing staring daggers like that? like what you see or something?" you're left rambling apologies and stuttering when he cuts you off and says "s'ok i like it" and asks for your phone rq. you hand it off, mentally crossing your fingers that he wouldn't just steal it. he hands it back with a number entered into your phone. "if you ever want to do something about it tho, give me a call," he winks and just heads off, leaving you heart thumping in your chest while you sit in your car looking at the new contact.
♡ summary: just really first dates from hinge with some of the MHA boys
♡ pairing: izuku midoriya x reader, katsuki bakugo x reader, eijriou kirishima x reader, hanta sero x reader
♡ tags: only fluff! :)
♡ notes: so i've had the idea to write and flesh all these out, but rn I'm doing phd application prep, so i'm too tired to do them all at once. if there's any've been a little caught up ߹𖥦߹ if you want any of these head canons turned into an actual fic, lmk tho, im curious to see which one y'all like :) i also might do more based on how much energy i've got to write tomorrow. hope you guys enjoy!
izuku
You flop onto your bed after class and open Hinge just to mindlessly swipe.
Then you come across Izuku's profile. He has the sweetest smile you've ever seen...and in your distraction, you accidentally swipe left.
You spend the next ten minutes mourning your mistake—until your phone buzzes. Somehow, Izuku had sent you a Rose.
His message reads, "Hi! Just wanted to say you seem super cute, and I'd love the chance to get to know you! :)" You reply before you can overthink it.
The conversation flows effortlessly, and before you know it, you've spent hours talking about everything from classes to random childhood stories. Before bed, you give him your number.
You wake up to a "Good morning :)" text from him, and suddenly paying attention in class feels impossible.
After texting for a few days, Izuku shyly asks if you'd like to go to dinner with him on Saturday. Of course you say yes.
The date is everything you hoped for—easy conversation, constant laughter, and the surprise of discovering you're both in the same major...and even share a few classes.
Neither of you wants the night to end, so Izuku nervously asks if you'd like to walk around campus a little longer. Somewhere along the walk, your hands find each other, and neither of you lets go.
When he walks you back to your dorm, he awkwardly shifts from one foot to the other before rubbing the back of his neck.
"...Can I be honest?" he asks. You nod. "I've... kinda been looking forward to seeing you all week."
Your heart melts on the spot. You smile, “Can I tell you a secret?”. He nods immediately. You get on your tiptoes to whisper in his ear. “I’ve been looking forward to seeing you too, Izuku.”
He almost melts on the spot; it’s a miracle he made it back to his dorm in one piece.
bakugo
You’re swiping through your Hinge likes during lecture, drowning out the monotonous tone of the TA when you come across Katsuki’s profile. It was a weird mix of arrogance and bluntness, in a sort of attractive way. Even his message was weird. You had a prompt saying “My toxic trait is thinking I can beat anyone at Mario Kart." and all he’d replied to that is “You’re wrong.” You just about felt compelled to prove yourself right when you replied to him.
You texted him back starting a playful argument between you two. Somehow the conversation shifts to about favorite characters, tracks, and how "real players" don't rely on certain items.
Eventually, the conversation drifted away from Mario Kart and into getting to know each other. It didn't take long to realize you were both competitive about...well, everything.
You both shifted to talking on Snapchat. You were happy to see his notification pop up on your phone and even happier to see snippets of his life even if he riled you up from time to time.
Three days later, you both were back on the conversation to Mario Kart. Before you knew it, you’d agreed to come over to his dorm that evening for a game of Mario Kart to prove him wrong. “It’s a date then, be ready to fucking lose.” he texted back.
Evening rolls around and you meet up, determined to win. Hours and many lost games later, Katsuki finally admits defeat with a huff.
“Guess that makes me the official winner huh? What’s my prize?”
“Ugh..fine, whatever. Let me take you on an actual date then, like a fucking nice one. It’s a prize for me too,” he says with a smirk.
"How so?" you ask quizically. "...Means I get another excuse to see you."
And just like that, your face was somehow hotter than any loss he'd taken that night.
kiri
Kiri stood out from all your Hinge likes. In a sea of toxic masculine men, his reply to your prompt was genuine and sweet. “Man you’re a (your major)? That’s such a manly choice, what made you want to get into that field? :) “
You two started talking and he was nothing but sweet. After you gave him your number and you moved your conversations off of Hinge, you looked forward to his texts through the day.
You were replying back to his most recent text while walking back to your dorm, eyes buried into your screen, when you bumped face first into a broad chest.
You look up and it’s Kiri (what a coincidence!). When he notices it’s you, he lights up, excited to meet you. You talk for a bit, before he asks if you wanted to have lunch together real quick in between classes.
You say yes, and he grabs your hand, practically dragging you in excitement. You get the dining hall and helps carry your plate to the table. You wonder how he was able to juggle both plates, but you’re not complaining.
He plops down in the seat next to you and you both start talking, getting to know each other,
After you’re done eating, he walks you to your next class even though his was on the other side of campus, holding your hand on the entire walk.
When you get to your building, he doesn’t want to let you go and neither do you.
“I don’t want to make you late to class...but...can I take you out sometime? I wanted our first meet to be a nice date, but I’m still really glad we hung out.” he says with a bright smile.
You had never nodded quicker in your life. “Great! I’m gonna text you about it okay? I hope your class goes well.” he says. “I’ve got to get to class, but I’ll see you soon, yeah?”
You watched him jog off toward the opposite end of campus, still turning around every few steps to wave at you. Before you even sat down in class, your phone lit up.
"Already counting down until our date :)"
You couldn't stop smiling for the rest of the day.
sero
You and Sero became friends after working together in the lab. He was always teasing you, full of sarcasm, but somehow you ended up looking forward to seeing him every day. He was even the one who convinced you to download Hinge after you complained that "there were no good guys on campus."
A few days later, you get a Hinge notification. It's Sero.
"Omg you actually got Hinge. Not bad profile. From a distance, you're actually kinda cute."
"I'm not even sure if I should take that as a compliment."
"Damn, no compliment back? Harsh."
You actually take a look at his profile and...yeah, he's pretty easy on the eyes. Too nervous to admit that, you leave him on read and head to bed, only to remember you'll have to see him first thing in the lab tomorrow.
You get to the lab and join Sero to work when he says “can’t believe you actually listened to me with the Hinge.”
“Yeah...it’s nice. You really hoped he didn’t see the blush across your face, fully expecting him to tease you about it as he always does.
Few seconds of silence before he says quietly “you know I meant the compliment right?”
“Huh?” you whip your head towards him; there’s just no way you heard what you just heard.
♡ summary: you're a princess who's good friends with the royal jester, but what happens when it becomes something more?
♡ pairing: izuku midoriya x princess!reader
♡ tags: fluff a bit at the beginning, smut below the break, so minors DNI after that
♡ notes: so i’ve been seeing so many of those jester x princess reels on instagram and ive fallen in love with the trope. I’ve always imagined izuku and a princess!reader as part of this trope, so although its not a fleshed out fanfic, here’s kinda my headcanon for how it’d be (with some added smut at the bottom) :) hope you guys like it!
they’ve kinda grown up together; izuku joined the castle when he was 4 and when you met him, you always wanted to play with him.
after you guys became a bit older, you both had to continue your friendship in secret. i mean after all, how would a princess be allowed to be best friends with a jester? but the two of you always found a way to meet up, gossip, or at least spend time with each other
you enjoyed his company; with your mother and father being busy either talking to advisors or settling kingdom issues, it left you often alone. you had plenty of handmaids, sure, but everyone was just way too agreeable. that’s why izuku was special; you felt like he saw you for you, not as a princess
he thought you were sunshine personified. he loved to hear your laugh, whether it was in the royal court or during your secret meet-ups though he liked the latter more
you couldn’t deny he was always a sight for sore eyes. he looked great in his jester suit; he had a lean build with just enough muscle accentuated through his costume. but when you both hung out, he’d wear (like commoner clothes? idk what it’s called), and the small peak of his chest that you could see always drove your imagination crazy. what you wouldn’t do to run your hands over his chest
he loved to see you in the royal court. you were always so radiant and he adored the secret smiles and waves you’d give him when you’d get the chance. he wanted to just scoop you up into his lap, the layers of fabric on your dress pooling around you two. he knew that if he had the chance, he’d make sure to treat you like a queen, no a goddess
smut down below —
you both usually met up at the courtyard the night of every counsel meeting since everyone would be too exhausted, but when izuku got there, he noticed you were nowhere to be found
after a half hour of waiting and more so worrying, he decided to head to your room to check on you. as he got closer to the door, he could’ve sworn he heard a moan coming from inside
he knocked on your door. “your majesty, are you alright? you weren’t at the courtyard…and… i was worried.” all he got in response was more moans
he stood by the door, every minute passing by filling him with more worry. were you in pain? should he go alert someone? was that even his place? and what if you got in trouble?
your next moan stopped his thoughts dead in his tracks. “mmm fuck izuku..” you were moaning…his name? his mind was spinning, cheeks flushed red when he realized what had kept you away. building all the courage in his body, he pushed the door open, and his eyes widened at the sight in front of him
there you were on your bed, nightgown pushed up, legs wide apart, eyes scrunched shut in pleasure. your fingers delved deep inside your core, pumping in and out, dragging moan after moan from your lips. and every moan was carrying his name.
your fantasies were cut short when you opened your eyes just to see izuku in front of you, redder than you’d ever seen before. you scramble to pull the sheets around you, mortified.
izuku just looks at you, eyes filled with an emotion that you couldn’t quite name. “please your majesty. let me…let me help you.”
you were shocked, you never imagined he’d catch you so un-princess-like, nevertheless want to help you. but the thought of finally giving into your want for him had you biting your lip. you slowly nodded your head, peeling the blanket off of you
izuku dragged his gaze across your body, only accentuated by the moonlight pouring through your windows. he pulled you closer, settling in between your legs
looking into your eyes, he searched for any sign for him to stop. when he didn’t see anything but want, he dove straight for your core, lapping at your clit, moaning at the taste. if this was another dream of his, he never wanted to wake up
every moan that came from your parted lips was music to his ears. after a few moments, he added his fingers while circling his tongue around your clit and a few minutes of that had you cumming on his tongue, screaming his name.
he wiped his lips, picking himself up to leave after satisfying you, when he felt a slight tug on his sleeve. he looked back to see you, looking at him, cheeks flushed. “can you stay with me? please?” how could he say no to you?
he took off his shirt and got on the bed, curling up to you. you lay your head on his chest, humming in happiness as he wrapped his arms around your waist
tomorrow morning, you’d both have to be a princess and a jester again. but tonight? you were just a girl finding comfort in the arms of the boy you secretly loved and hoped loved you back
♡ summary: you're a hero who 's trying really hard to get over your growing obsession with a certain villain. unfortunately, shouting his name in his brother’s bed tends to complicate things.
♡ pairing: technically shoto todoroki x reader at the beginning, but mainly dabi/touya todoroki x reader
♡ tags: smut all through the thing, so minors DNI
♡ notes: hi guys! so this idea came from a reel i saw on instagram (specifically the hero x villian reel from @10viscalizca). i feel like this trope works so well, but shoto has always been my second favorite character from mha, so i feel so bad doing him like this ｡°(°.◜ᯅ◝°)°｡ it's definitely long, but i hope you guys enjoy this!
“Mm, that feels so good,” Shouto grunts as he pumps in and out of you. You moan back in reply, trying your hardest to bring your thoughts to reality and the man in front of you. But in the back of your mind, there’s only one man clouding your thoughts: Dabi. Over the past couple of weeks, you both had developed a sort of friendship, if you could even call it that. You first met him on patrol, catching him in an alleyway smoking. You were on edge, prepared to fight, but surprisingly, all he did was look you up and down, smirk, and walk away wordlessly. It pissed you off, honestly; did he think you weren’t strong enough to fight him or something? Next time you say to him, he did the same thing, and you had to ask. “Hey! You! What is your fucking deal? If you’re gonna pop up on my patrol, at least have the balls to fucking fight me?”
He turned around with a chuckle. He walked right up to you, cornering you on a nearby brick wall, his arm right above your own head, his face only a few inches from yours. “I’d never hurt anything this pretty,” he said with a mischievous smile, piercing blue eyes staring right through your soul. He leaves, leaving you with a heart pounding so loud that the entire city could probably hear it. He kept popping up on your patrols, and with every new encounter, you both grew closer; hell, he’d even been in your apartment to hang out. You loved the banter between you two; the teasing back-and-forth never failed to brighten your day. But it was the flirting that really stuck in your mind.
It started with small, passing comments; him leaning down to whisper some snarky remark right against your ear, or brushing his thumb over your knuckles under the guise of checking out your hero gear. But those casual touches had now grown into something far more agonizing, almost like he knew exactly what he was doing to you. Every look from him seemed like he was undressing you with his eyes. He took any chance he could to have his hands on you. Whether it was the slow, deliberate way his fingers would brush against your jawline just to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear or how he’d trap you against the kitchen counter, his hands resting on your hips just to see how much he could make you blush, it always left you completely breathless and aching for more. You replayed those touches over and over again every time he left.
But at the end of the day, you were a hero. He was a villain. You did your best to think practically. After all, you were supposed to be responsible, and wanting to fuck a villain was the farthest thing from that. Cue Shoto, who had asked you out 2 weeks ago. When he asked you to dinner, you thought this was the perfect opportunity to get your thoughts of a certain raven-haired villain and onto something a little healthier. After all, Shoto was a good guy. Sweet, caring, kind; the exact type of guy you should be going after.
The first two dates with him were nice; it was relaxing to have a good dinner after a couple of hard days. But something was missing, a spark, a connection, something you couldn’t quite put your finger on. Or rather didn’t want to admit. As nice as Shoto was, he didn’t help to clear thoughts of Dabi from your head. That brings you to today. Shoto asked to hang out again, and what better place than a bar on a Friday night?
With every drink you gulped down, you hoped that your feelings for Dabi would disappear. After 4 shots, the only thing that you were feeling was tipsy. Not tipsy enough to get in trouble, but just tipsy enough to bring Shoto home for some casual sex. When you took him to your place, he was nothing but a gentleman; soft kisses, sweet nothings. And for a second, you tried to convince yourself that this is what you needed, what you wanted, it was just some sexual frustration that you needed to take out in the right way.
But you didn’t want gentle. You wanted that same fire that was left on your skin when Dabi touched you. The specific spark that you were craving. You wanted...something more. And when you told Shoto, he tried his best; he was rougher, faster, but it wasn’t right.
You closed your eyes, thoughts drifting to a different brother than the one in front of you. You imagined his rough hands running across your bare skin, trailing right down to your core. Every thrust from Shoto turned into Dabi’s fingers pumping in and out of you, orgasm building up bit by bit. Your thoughts blurred, screaming out when you were about to cum.
“Dabi!” you say. You freeze, opening your eyes to see Shoto looking down at you, eyes as wide as saucers.
“Dabi?”
You couldn’t even make up a lie to save yourself. That’s all it took to send Shoto home. You didn’t blame him; you would’ve done the same thing, after all. Who wouldn’t, especially after hearing their brother’s name? As soon as the door closes behind Shoto, you slump down to your couch, head in your hands. “Oh my god, I feel like I’m gonna be sick, fucking hell,” you groan out loud.
“Damn, and here I thought heroes were supposed to be resilient.”
Your head snapped back just to meet with the same face that you’ve had on your mind all day. You slap Dabi’s shoulder, “Fuck you; you know normal people would at least knock on my window before coming inside, or better yet, just use the front door.”
Dabi laughed. “Mmm...but it’s so much fun this way. Plus, you look cute when you’re spooked,” he says, rifling through your cabinets for snacks, as per usual. You were glad he was in the kitchen and couldn’t see the red blooming across your cheeks.
He plopped down on your couch with a thud, arms full of a variety of snacks. “Jeez, one day, I think you’re practically going to eat my whole cabinet,” you mumble.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, you know you love me.” Yes, you did, and that was the problem. You dipped your head back and let out another groan, rubbing your hands across your face in an effort to clear the memories from tonight.
“What’s got you all stressed?” Dabi asks in between munching on chips.
“As if you actually care,” you chortled.
He looked at you, the slightest bit of sadness in his eyes. “You really think I don’t care about you?” he asks, eyebrows furrowed.
“No...no, not at all!” you corrected. “I just...it’s just something awkward, is all.”
“Oh, so now you have to tell me what is it,” he said, scooting closer to you.
“Absolutely not! It is wayyyy too embarrassing!” you retort, folding your arms. “Besides, if I’m telling anyone, it’s definitely not going to be you,” you mumble under your breath.
“Come on...tell me!” He moves closer to you. “Or do you just not want to tell me because it’s about me?” he asks in a low whisper.
There was no hiding the red in your cheeks now. You sank into the couch, hands over your face. Dabi chuckles, “Oh, so it is about me, then? See, now you have to tell me, no ifs or buts to it, baby,”
You scoot farther back into the couch, trying to put even a little space between you. He follows instantly, shifting closer until his knee presses between yours.
“Tell me.” he whispers.
Instead of answering, you lean back again, shoulders brushing the armrest this time. Another failed attempt to weasel your way out of answering. He moves with you just as easily, both arms on either side of you.
“Still running from me?”
Another inch back is all you manage before there’s nowhere left to go. Your back hits the end of the couch, trapped between him and the armrest. You go back to hiding your face.
A slow smile tugs at his mouth. “Well,” he murmurs. His hand peels off both of yours, pinning them above your head. “Guess now you have no choice but to tell me.”
“Okay, okay! I’ll tell you! Just....get off me already, idiot,” you say, flustered.
With a laugh, Dabi lets you go and returns to his spot on the couch. “Alright, sorry, sorry, it’s just way too much fun to tease you; I just can’t help it.”
You straighten out your clothes. “Shut up! If I tell you, you’ve got to promise not to tease me,” you say, with your pinky finger out.
He looks at you with a quizzical smile. “Really? Pinky promise? Y/N, are you fucking five?”
“Just do it, oh my god! You gotta promise not to make fun of me. It’s already embarrassing enough.”
“Alright, alright!” He links pinkies with you. “Now spill, what about me is on your mind besides my amazing looks?”
“You are so full of yourself,” you scoffed. “Technically, it’s not really about you...it’s about someone you know.”
He looked at you, confused. “What are you talking about? Did you fucking join the League or something?”
“God, that’d be so much better than what I actually did,” you sighed.
“You take too long to explain yourself, you know. I’m gonna be 100 by the time you actually tell me.”
“Fine, fine, I’ll tell you,” you grumbled.
You explained the story as vaguely as possible, carefully dancing around the worst part. The drinks, bringing Shouto home, the awkward disaster that followed.
Dabi was already losing it.
“No fucking way,” he wheezed, doubled over laughing so hard he had to wipe tears from the corners of his eyes. “You sent him home after screaming somebody else’s name?”
“Stop laughing!” you groaned, burying your burning face into your knees.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry—” he snorted, clearly not sorry at all. “That’s actually insane.”
“You are literally the worst person I could’ve told this to.”
“Okay, okay,” he said, trying and failing to compose himself. “But now I gotta know whose name you screamed.”
Your head snapped up instantly. “Absolutely not.”
“Come onnn.”
“No.”
“Was it some random pro hero?”
“Dabi.”
“Was it someone I know?”
You hesitated. Big mistake.
His grin widened immediately. “Oh my god, it is somebody I know.”
“I’m not telling you who.”
“Give me something, baby. Tiny hint.”
You let out a long, miserable groan into your knees before mumbling, “They have a fire quirk.”
Silence.
For the first time all night, Dabi stopped laughing.
You barely noticed at first, too busy hiding your face in embarrassment, but the air around you suddenly felt…different. He was thinking.
“Fire quirk?” he repeated slowly.
You nodded against your knees.
“Well, it can’t be the old man,” he muttered. “That’s fucking disgusting.”
Despite everything, a horrified laugh escaped you. “Oh my god.”
“And none of your little classmates had fire quirks except—”
He cut himself off.
The room went completely still.
Your stomach dropped.
“...No fucking way,” he said quietly.
You refused to look up.
“Hey.”
His voice was suddenly much closer.
Warm fingers hooked beneath your chin, forcing your head up before you could hide from him again. Those piercing blue eyes searched your face, all traces of teasing gone now, replaced with something heavier.
“Whose name did you scream?” he asked softly.
Your entire body burned.
“...Yours,” you whispered.
The second the word leaves your mouth, Dabi stares at you like his brain short-circuited.
Then suddenly, he’s kissing you.
One hand cups your jaw while the other tangles into your hair, pulling you toward him like he can’t stand even an inch of distance between you anymore. At first, the kiss is almost careful, like he’s testing whether this is real, lips moving slowly against yours as he breathes out a quiet curse into your mouth.
But the second you kiss him back, everything snaps.
The kiss turns hungry fast, messy and desperate in a way that makes your head spin. Dabi practically drags you into his lap, hands gripping at your waist hard enough to leave warmth behind through your clothes. Every little sound you make only seems to make him worse.
“Fuck,” he mutters against your lips, forehead pressing against yours for half a second before he kisses you again even harder. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.”
Your fingers curl into his shirt, kissing him back just as desperately, and that seems to be the last thread holding him together.
In one smooth motion, he stands, hauling you up with him like you weigh nothing. You barely manage a surprised laugh before he’s carrying you toward the bedroom, lips never leaving yours for more than a second.
Halfway there, your back hits the wall with a soft thud. Dabi cages you in instantly, one hand gripping your thigh to keep you wrapped around his waist while the other braces beside your head.
“If I knew,” he breathes between kisses, voice rough and uneven, “you felt like this…”
His lips drag across your jaw before finding yours again.
“I would’ve kissed you way earlier.”
You can only moan in response as his lips find your neck, sucking on the sensitive spot right below your ear. You both finally get to the bedroom, and he throws you on the mattress.
Dabi pauses at the foot of the bed, fingers hooking beneath the hem of his shirt before he pulls it over his head in one smooth motion. The fabric lands somewhere on the floor, completely forgotten the second his eyes find yours again.
The look on his face alone nearly steals the breath from your lungs.
“Quit staring at me like that,” you mumble, suddenly very aware of yourself sitting on the edge of the bed.
His mouth curls into a lazy grin as he crawls back toward you. “Can’t help it.”
The mattress dips beneath his weight as he leans in, kissing you again before you can think of another response. The kiss is slower this time, deeper, like he finally has the chance to savor something he’s wanted for a long time.
His hands wander over you restlessly, tracing along your waist and sides, fingertips slipping beneath the fabric of your shirt just enough to leave your skin burning in their wake. Every touch feels deliberate, like he’s memorizing you piece by piece.
A quiet sound escapes you when his hands settle lower, and Dabi immediately notices.
“Sensitive, huh?” he murmurs against your lips, clearly amused by how quickly he can affect you.
You shove lightly at his shoulder in embarrassment, only for him to catch your wrist with a chuckle, pinning it gently against the mattress beside you.
“Don’t start acting shy now,” he teases softly, forehead resting against yours. “Not after screaming my name.”
His fingers slowly dip under your waistband, fingertips barely grazing your clit. You arch into his touch, letting out a sigh of pleasure. He slowly circles your clit teasingly.
“Fuck...I want...” you say in between moans.
“Yeah? What do you want, baby?”
“I...I want more.”
He lets out a chuckle before tugging at the hem of your shirt, helping you out of it between kisses. Somewhere in the rush of tangled limbs and breathless laughter, your pants end up discarded on the floor, too.
Dabi leans back just enough to look at you properly, and suddenly the reality of this crashes over you all at once. This was actually happening. Your pulse pounds so loudly you can hear it in your ears. A thousand thoughts race through your head at once, nerves and excitement tangling together until your mind feels completely foggy.
His hand slides slowly along your waist before hooking lightly against the fabric still left between you both. He pauses there, blue eyes flicking up to meet yours, silently asking. Your breath catches as you nod. Slowly, he peels off your panties before discarding them as well. “Fuck,” he breathes under his breath.
Before you can even think of a response, he presses kisses down your stomach, slow at first, almost enough to make you impatient. His hands hold your thighs apart while he takes his time, clearly enjoying every little reaction he pulls from you.
“Dabi…” you whine softly, fingers tangling into his hair.
He glances up at you with a smug grin. “What? Thought you wanted this.”
You barely get the chance to glare at him before he dives back in. The room fills with breathless gasps and broken moans as he completely loses himself in you, like he’s been starving for this just as long as you have. Every time your legs twitch, or your breath catches, he only seems more determined to drag another sound from you.
“Fuck, I’m...I’m going to...to cum if you keep doing that,” you moan out. You feel Dabi smile before he starts lapping at your clit, sucking down on it; you practically see stars.
“Oh my god!” you exclaim, arching yourself into his face, cumming right against his lips.
Dabi finally pulls away just enough to look up at you, wiping the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, completely shameless.
“Damn,” he says with a crooked grin, chest rising unevenly. “I could die in between your legs.”
“You’re...so stupid,” you say breathlessly. “That was...something else, though.” You close your eyes, letting your orgasm wash over you.
“Did you think I was finished?”
Your eyes snap open to see Dabi throwing his boxers aside. Your eyes trail down, gaze tracing his happy trail, all the way down to the tip of his practically leaking cock.
“Like what you see, sweetheart?” He pumps his dick slowly before inching closer to you. You nod your head absentmindedly, unable to tear your eyes away from the sight in front of you.
“I think...I think it’d look better inside me, though.” You had no clue where you got the courage to say something so dirty.
Dabi’s eyes widened with surprise, “Didn’t think I’d ever hear those words coming out of your mouth, sweetheart. But no worries, I’ll make sure to make you feel really good.” A smile spreads across his face, but before you can read into it, he shoves himself inside you.
Every snap of his hips sent heat rushing through your body, pulling moan after moan from you. Now and then, he’d press right against your cervix, making you see stars again.
“Been wanting you like this since the first time I saw you in that stupid tight hero suit,” Dabi mutters against your skin, voice rough and uneven.
One of his hands slides over your waist before settling higher, squeezing softly as his eyes drag over you like he still can’t believe this is real.
“You have any idea how hard it was pretending not to stare?” he laughs breathlessly. “You walked around looking like that and expected me to behave?”
Heat rushes straight to your face at the confession, but Dabi only grins wider at your reaction.
“Thought about you constantly after seeing you on patrol,” he admits, fingers tracing slow circles against your skin. “Wanted to pin you against that alley wall and kiss you until you forgot your own name.”
The image alone sends another wave of heat through you, leaving you unable to do much more than cling to his shoulders and whine softly.
Dabi notices immediately. Of course he does.
“Aw, nothing to say back?” he teases, brushing his nose against yours. “You getting all shy on me now?”
His laugh is low and smug when you bury your face against his neck instead of answering.
“Pretty girl can’t even think straight anymore, huh?”
You dug your nails deep into his back, growing closer and closer to another orgasm.
“Fuck...I’m..I’m going to cum..again,” you say in between moans.
“Not yet.” With one smooth movement, Dabi flipped the two of you over, falling back against the bed as he pulled you down into his lap. He holds your hips gently, sinking you down on him with a long groan.
Your hands fly to his chest, holding on to keep yourself from just melting from pleasure.
“Fucking hell...you feel...amazing, baby. You’re going to make me...addicted to this pussy at this rate,” he says breathlessly.
You glance down at him before slowly rolling your hips experimentally, testing the reaction it pulls from him.
At first, Dabi’s hands tighten around your waist, blue eyes flickering over your face with something almost cautious, like he’s trying to make sure you’re okay.
But the second you drop your hips back down with a sudden burst of confidence, all of that restraint disappears.
His head falls back against the bed with a rough groan, fingers digging into your thighs hard enough to leave warmth behind.
“Fuck,” he breathes, staring up at you with blown pupils. He kneads your tits in his hands, the soft flesh spilling out in between his fingers.
You keep slamming yourself down onto him, your hands gripping his shoulders for leverage as every desperate movement drags you closer and closer to the edge. As the pressure builds to an unbearable peak, your rhythm falters, your thighs trembling as your breath hitches.
Dabi’s large hands lock firmly onto your hips, his fingers digging deep into your skin as he takes control. He guides your movements, matching your frantic energy and driving himself up into you with heavy, grounding thrusts that shatter whatever control you have left.
Through the haze of pleasure, you can see he’s right there with you. His jaw is clenched tight, the muscles in his neck strained, and his trademark smirk is entirely gone, completely replaced by a raw, unmasked hunger as his blue eyes burn into yours.
It only takes a few more agonizingly perfect strokes. With a breathless, broken scream of his name, your walls tighten around him, and you completely unravel, a wave of intense release crashing over his length. The sensation pulls him over the edge instantly. Grunting low in his throat, Dabi hooks his fingers tighter into your hips and delivers one last, deep, possessive shove, burying himself as far inside you as he can go as he releases his own heat deep within you.
Dabi put his head back against the couch, breathless. His head snaps to where you both meet and then to your eyes, his own widened. “Don't..worry..I’m on birth control, it’s fine,” you say with a sigh. He finally relaxes, sinking into your embrace. After helping you clean up, which you didn’t expect him to be so sweet, and you both shift to the bedroom, this time just to cuddle under the warmth of your blankets. It didn’t take long for him to get back to teasing you.
“Mmm...so you’ve been fantasizing about me, huh?’ he says, weaving his hands through your hair, running his fingers through your scalp.
“Shut up! Don't say things like that,” you sat swatting his chest. You hummed into his touch.
He laughed. “It’s just the truth, though, baby. I guess you just needed the right brother to fuck you, huh?”
You sighed, rubbing your temples. “Don’t even remind me...I feel fucking terrible still,”
“Who gives a fuck, you don’t even work with him on the daily.”
You absentmindedly twirl Dabi’s hair under your fingers. “I mean, yeah...but I feel like I should apologize or something. He’s a nice guy and all.
“Yeah...I suppose you have always been a goody two-shoes, so it makes sense that you want to squash it.”
“Goody two-shoes? Fuck do you mean by that? I'm not a goody...wait, are you just rage-baiting me again?” You look at him quizzically. “Oh, you totally are! Oh my god!”
He cackles. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, baby, you just look so cute when you’re mad.”
The two of you talk for hours, and for the first time in months, you finally feel completely relaxed. Somewhere along the conversation, you end up falling asleep, your head on his chest, his arms wrapped around your waist. You wake up the next morning, the bed empty next to you. A pang of sadness hits you. “I mean, I know he’s a villain, but fuck, he couldn’t stay for the night?” you thought, reaching for your phone. Your eyes widen at the first notification you see.
Dabi: hey baby, sorry I had to leave, but i left my number on your phone. text me when you see this
When did he even memorize your password? You had no clue, but you were secretly glad. A smile creeps up on your face as you text him back.
You: Good morning :)
The response is immediate.
Dabi: Good, you’re awake. You doing ok?
You: Yeah, fuck you for leaving tho :/
Dabi: I didn’t want the league coming after me is all
You: I guess that makes sense. Still mad at you though.
You see that he’s typing, and you wait anxiously for his response, biting your lip. A few minutes go by and...nothing. You get up and start your morning routine, leaving your phone on the bed. You just finished brushing your teeth when you hear the sound of your notification go off. You rush to your phone, opening your texts again to Dabi’s chat.
Dabi: I’m sorry I really am, let me make it up to you
Dabi: I’ll bring around dinner for you and we can watch something you like or whatever you want
You: Wow, you do have a heart lol
Dabi: ok fuck you too nevermind
You: noooooo but fr tho that sounds nice :)
You: im acc really excited to see you again
You throw your phone across the bed, face red after sending that text. “Was it too much? Maybe he just wants casual sex, and I’m doing too much,” you thought.
Across the city, Dabi’s sitting on his bed, reading and rereading your text over and over again, getting redder each time. “Fuck, she’s going to be the end of me,” he thought, typing out his next text.
Your phone dings again, and you rush to check your texts.
Dabi: Im excited to see you too baby, its a date then?
You practically squealed in glee.
You: it’s a date then :)
Dabi: Good
Dabi: I gotta go, but ill see you later tonight, lmk what you want to eat yeah?
You: ok, stay safe :)
Dabi: for you, i will
You smile, seeing the last text. Setting your phone down, you finally head to the closet to find something to wear. Tonight couldn't come fast enough.
hi everyone! I'm sorry for the hiatus! Between graduating, finding a job, applying for grad school, dealing with personal issues and getting married (yay!!!) i haven't been able to write too much. i do plan on writing more now that things have calmed down, and just uploaded a 4-part story i'm hoping you guys will like! thanks for waiting and also hope you like my newer work now! :)
. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ i'd be too cold without you - part 4 ⟡ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁.
♡ summary: you and izuku are study group members for a bio class, but you've always hoped for something more. thankfully, one night might make that true.
♡ pairing: izuku midoriya x reader, college AU
♡ tags: fluff and smut towards the middle/end, so minors DNI
♡ notes: hi guys! here's part 4, last part for this story. so i tried splitting this apart into two different parts, but the end tension is so good in my opinion, it'd be evil to split it up, so sorry if it's a little too long, but i hope y'all like it! :)
One hour and many jump scares later, the two of you were pressed up, shoulder to shoulder, in anticipation. You held your breath as the actor in the movie slowly walked through a dark and dingy hall, not realizing the killer was sneaking up right behind him. You buried your face into Izuku’s shoulder. “I can’t watch, just tell me when he dies,” you exclaim, pushing your face down even further as you heard the music of the scene swell.
He patted your head and closed the ear that wasn’t pressed against him. “It’s ok, just stay there, and I’ll give you the a-okay to come back up,” he chuckled.
A shrill cry pierced out from the movie, followed by the splurting of blood. You covered your face with your hands, slowly moving towards the screen. “Is it over now?” you say through slightly pried fingers. Izuku gingerly places his hands over yours, peeling your fingers off your eyes.
"Yes, it’s over, goose. Don't worry," he muttered, a small, lopsided smile tugging at his mouth. He shifted closer to you, “Don’t stress, just relax and enjoy the movie. I’ll cover your eyes next time it gets too gory,” he placed his hand on your shoulder. You try your best to pay attention to the movie, but you couldn’t help but focus on his hand. It was now running up and down your hand, leaving feather-soft touches in its wake.
For a moment, you couldn’t believe this was real. Maybe you’d just fallen asleep midway through the movie, and you were just imagining things. But every electric shock you felt when his hand touched you proved you wrong. Every time his thumb brushed against your arm, it sent a quiet jolt through you that no dream could replicate.
Slowly, the stiffness in your shoulders began to melt from the warmth radiating from him. You gingerly let your hip tip until it found the crook of his shoulder, praying you weren’t reading into the wrong signal. He froze for a second before placing his own head on top of yours. The movie was tuned out, silenced by the loud thrum of your heartbeat in your ears; you were sure Izuku could hear it at this point as well.
You pulled your knees up, placing them gently into his lap. You’d always noticed Izuku’s characteristics before, but never his details. The slight dusting of freckles scattered across his hands, the small scar under his chin, and even the steady, rhythmic way his chest rose and fell as he tried to keep his breathing even despite the closeness.
You raise your head slightly to look at him, studying his eyes, concentrated on the screen. He must’ve felt you shift because he turned to look down at you. You had no idea what to say, lost in his gaze, leaving a moment of silence between you as you both just stared at each other, nothing but your shared breaths in the small space between you.
Your eyes drift down his face, tracing every detail, lingering on his lips for a second too long, swallowing thickly. You flick your gaze back up only to find his eyes fixed on your lips too. Your breath hitches. You wet your lips, barely thinking, and inch closer. He mirrors you without hesitation.
You’re millimeters apart when a song suddenly blares from the movie, snapping both of you out of it like you’d been caught doing something you weren’t supposed to. You jerk back, heart pounding, heat rushing to your face. He blinks rapidly, cheeks dusted pink, pushing himself up so fast he almost tangles in the sheets.
“I...I guess the movie’s done,” he stammers, not even checking the screen. “We should, um… head to bed. Nothing more to do.” Before you can blink, he’s already up, clumsily cleaning up his desk from his night. “You can just take my bed, I’ll just use my roommates tonight, don’t worry about it,” gesturing vaguely toward the other bed.
You blink. “Did the last hour just not happen?” you thought, watching him to continue scrambling around his room. For a moment, you thought he thought what he did was a mistake, but once you saw his hands shaking and cheeks with the reddest blush you’d seen, you realized what was going on. “Oh my god, he’s just nervous; never thought I’d see the day where someone as strong as him would be a flustered mess,” you thought, letting out a small chuckle under your breath.
All of a sudden, an idea popped into your head. The spot beside you on the mattress felt freezing the second he’d stood up, and you weren't ready to go back to just being 'friends' after what almost happened. You wanted that heat back. not just from the blankets, but from him.
“I’ll be cold without you.”
The words leave your mouth softer than you expected, but firm enough that he freezes mid-step.
He turns slowly. “W-What?”
You sit up, trying to look casual even though your pulse is racing. “I’d be cold without you.”
He laughed nervously. “O-oh okay, that’s no problem, I can give you another blanket, or I think we even have a comforter, or you can borrow a jacket or something,” he said, looking under his bed. When you noticed his hand on top of the bed as he crouched down, you gently placed your hand on his.
He shot back up at lightning speed, “Y/N?”
“I don’t want a blanket. I’d be cold without you.”
That’s all it took for him to spring up into his bed, joining you and bringing that warmth that you oh so craved. You smiled, burying yourself in his blankets, scooting over to leave space for him as well.
He climbed into the small space beside you, peeling back the blanket. For a moment, all there was was silence; tension hung thick in the air. You felt the bed dip a little as he shifts around.
“Izuku,” you whispered into the dim room, your voice softer now, stripped of earlier teasing. “Are you still awake?”
There’s the slightest pause. A breath that catches.
“Y-yeah.”
You roll onto your side, turning to face him. The movement makes the mattress dip again, closing what little space remained between you. For a heartbeat, he stays frozen, then slowly, almost cautiously, he turns too.
Your faces were close enough now that you could feel the warmth of his breath again against your lips. His eyes search yours like he’s trying to read something written there, something he’s too afraid to ask out loud. The dim light spilling in from the window catches in the green of his irises, making them shine like emeralds under the night sky.
Neither of you speaks; you don’t dare to. Your eyes drift back to his lips before you can stop yourself. You lick your own slowly, your thoughts wandering despite every attempt to rein them in, wondering, helplessly, what his would taste like. You shift closer slowly.
Your hands come up to rest against his chest, palms flattening over the steady thrum of his heartbeat. It’s fast. Almost as fast as yours. His breath hitches at the contact, and after only the briefest hesitation, his arm slides around your back. He pulls you in closer.
“Izuku?”
“Yeah?”
“Can...can you do me a favor?”
He bites his lip. “Anything,” he says breathlessly.
You look back into his eyes. “Kiss me. Please?”
That was all it took.
It was like something in him finally snapped. He closed the distance in a second, kissing you with all the tension he had been holding back since the start of the night. His hands came up to cradle your face, thumbs brushing your cheeks as if he needed to be sure you were real. The kiss was deep and warm and a little messy; nothing like you’d imagined it’d be like, but so much better.
He pulled back just enough to breathe, his forehead resting against yours.
“I’ve wanted to do that since you came back from your shower,” he confessed in a rush, voice rough and unfiltered. “You looked so...I just...you’re amazing.”
He kissed you again, like he couldn’t stand the space between the words.
He kept pulling back, barely an inch each time, as if he needed to say everything before he lost his nerve again. “I tried not to stare. I tried to be normal. I just...you have no idea what you do to me.”
You could feel him rambling, nerves spilling over now that the dam had broken.
“Shut up,” you whispered, smiling breathlessly, and pulled him back down. That undid him completely. His hand slipped under your shirt, palm warm against your back, fingers spreading slowly as if learning the shape of you by touch alone. They settled at the curve of your waist, right at the crook of your hip, holding you there like he was afraid you might disappear.
You shifted closer without hesitation, throwing your leg over him and closing the last of the distance between your bodies. The movement drew a quiet, startled sound from him—half sigh, half gasp.
His hands began to move more confidently after that, sliding along your sides, over your ribs, up and down like he was mapping you out. His fingers felt every inch of you, slowly moving upwards till he reached your chest. When he realized his fingers weren’t grazing a bra, and instead bare skin, he stilled.
“W-wait,” he murmured, pulling back just enough to look at you, cheeks flushed. “You’re not wearing...a-anything?”
“I-I’m sorry, it’s just uncomfortable to wear it all day, so I decided to just get comfy after taking a shower and-.”
Izuku cuts you off, “Can I touch... please?” He looks up at you, biting his lip.
“S-sure.”
In seconds, his hands dove to gently knead your tits, softly rolling the soft skin between his fingers. The kisses deepened again, more passionate this time. He shifted until he was leaning over you. Moonlight spilled through the window, casting silver across his hair and softening the sharp lines of his expression.
You pull away only to take off your shirt, discarding it to the side. He paused just long enough to look at you properly.
“You’re beautiful,” he said, brushing a stray piece of hair behind you ear. “You look… unreal right now.” Somehow, that made you blush more than anything you both had done through the night.
You tugged him back down before he could spiral into overthinking, your fingers threading into his hair. His lips drift to your neck, leaving a small bite along the way. He presses a kiss just beneath your ear, gently sucking at the spot he’d marked moments before.
He trails down, leaving more kisses in his wake. First, down your chest, then, your stomach, pausing at the hem of the sweatpants he let you borrow. He leans back briefly to pull his shirt over his head, tossing it into the dark, then looks up at you. One hand rests at your hip, the other brushing the hem of the fabric, tugging it down just slightly; an unspoken question in his eyes.
When you answer with a quiet nod and lift your hips, he slides the sweatpants down slowly, never breaking your gaze. Met with bare skin again, he blinked in surprise, then huffed a quiet, almost disbelieving laugh.
“No underwear again? You’re trying to kill me, goose,” he muttered.
Before you could even explain yourself, he dove in between your legs, lapping you up with his tongue like he had been deserted and just found an oasis. You arched back as his tongue hit your clit, slow, deliberate licks sending you over close to the edge.
You tapped Izuku’s shoulder frantically. He popped back up from between your legs, eyes filled with worry.
“Is...is everything alright; are you okay?” he asks breathlessly.
“Yeah... you’re perfect...I..I just..”
“You just...?”
“I’m really close, and I want to cum when you’re inside me,” you whisper.
In the blink of an eye, Izuku was leaning over to his nightstand, pulling out a condom. He peeled off his shorts and boxers, throwing them to the side to join the rest of your clothes.
You raked your eyes over his physique as he tore the plastic of the package with his teeth. Every muscle, every detail, until you finally landed on gaze on his dick.
Your eyes widened. “He’s bigger than I imagined. I hope it fits,” you thought, brought out of your mind by the snap of the condom.
Izuku lined himself up with your entrance, “Are you sure this is okay? I don’t want to push anything and if you’re not comfortable, that’s totally fine, we can just stop and-”
You cut him off, placing your hand on his cheek, caressing it. “It’s more than fine. I need you.”
He flushed red, then gently pushed into you, inch by inch. After a few moments of you getting used to his size, he started moving. Long, drawn-out strokes to feel every bit of you as he could.
“Fuck Y/N, it feels too good. You’re so...tight...,” Izuku panted out between strokes.
Your hands tightened in his hair, breaths becoming less controlled as you reached the edge. His pace quickened, thrusting deep into you now. The room filled with your moans as he whispered sweet nothings in your ear.
“God, I’ve dreamt about slamming into you like this forever now. Can’t...believe...this.. is reality,” he said between thrusts, lips coming to suck on your nipples.
You arch your back into the sensation. “If you keep doing that, I’m gonna cum,” you say breathlessly.
He leaves your tits with a pop. “Good, I’m really close too, baby, just wait for me. Let’s come together, okay?” His hand comes to your face, stroking his thumb over your cheek.
“O-okay.”
He picks up the speed more, thrusts getting sloppier as he reached the edge too.“I’m so close, baby, just cum when I get to 1,, okay?”
You nod your head yes, burying your head in his shoulder, pleasure washing over you.
He held you close, continuing to thrust you. “Ready? 3...2...1...cum for me, baby, please.”
A moan leaves your lips as you come undone, the warm feeling of his orgasm accopanying your own.
He collapsed beside you afterward, chest rising and falling quickly, staring at the ceiling like he couldn’t quite believe what had just happened.
Then he laughed softly. “I am so glad I went to the store today.”
“Me too,” you chuckle.
He took care of you gently, making sure you were comfortable by running a washcloth to clean you up before pulling you back into his arms. You fit against him easily now, like that space had always been meant for you.
For a while, you just lay there, catching your breath.Then he spoke, voice quieter. “You know, I joined your study group just so I’d have an excuse to work with you.”
You tilted your head up to look at him. “You’re lying.”
“I’m not,” he insisted, a shy smile tugging at his lips. “First day of class, I sat next to you on purpose. I was going to ask you out. I just… couldn’t get the words out.”
You laughed softly, tracing lazy circles on his chest. “I’ve had a crush on you since the first week.”
His eyes widened. “Seriously?”
“Seriously.”
The two of you laughed, the sound warm and sleepy in the quiet room. Eventually, your eyelids started to droop. He noticed before you did, thumb brushing gently along your arm.
“I’m really glad I forgot my keys,” you murmured, words slurring slightly with exhaustion. He chuckled and pulled you closer, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.
“I’ll take you on a proper date tomorrow,” he promised. “Somewhere nice. Not just… my bed.” You smiled against his chest.
“But for now,” he added quietly, tightening his arms around you, “I’ll make sure you stay warm.” Wrapped up in him, safe and content and finally honest about everything, you drifted off to sleep.
And you were right, with him next to you, you were so warmer than you ever could have imagined.
. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ i'd be too cold without you - part 3 ⟡ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁.
♡ summary: you and izuku are study group members for a bio class, but you've always hoped for something more. thankfully, one night might make that true.
♡ pairing: izuku midoriya x reader, college AU
♡ tags: no warnings, just fluff :) but the next couple of parts may or may not have some smut ;)
♡ notes: hi guys! here's part 3 for this story. I actually wrote the entire thing out already before posting, so if it abruptly cuts off, i'm super sorry, but the next part should continue off just where this one leaves off. hope you guys enjoy reading! :)
“It’s settled then! Pack your bag up, and I’ll go grab some snacks. I’m getting some chips and dip, your favorite is the spinach one, right?”
With a nod of approval, you watched Izuku bolt. He had a memory like a steel trap; you couldn't even remember where you'd put your room key half the time, yet here he was, sprinting for snacks he’d probably heard you mention once months ago.
He reappeared minutes later, breathless and triumphant with a bag of goods in tow. “Alright, follow me!” You throw your backpack on your shoulder, trailing right next to Izuku, feeling a bit bitter that his dorm came with an elevator while you were stuck doing daily mountain climbs in yours.
As the doors glided shut, the sudden quiet made your heartbeat feel way too loud. This felt like a scene ripped straight from a dream you'd never admit to having. You wondered whether his room would be like what you imagined based on what you could see from your window. The cheerful beep of the elevator brought you out of your thoughts, and you followed Izuku to his room.
The air hit you the moment the door shut; it smelled exactly like him - clean, warm, and a little woodsy. “Well, it’s not much, but make yourself comfortable,” he said, patting his bed. You sat down on his bed awkwardly, looking around to take everything in as he put away the snacks. His room was clean and tidy, everything organized to a tee. His desk was lined with action figures from different anime, along with scattered notebooks and papers. On his bed, a few plushies were tucked against the pillows, along with a rumpled hoodie he’d clearly discarded in a hurry earlier.
Izuku tossed his bag aside, looking around the room with a sheepish grin. "So... we've got a massive chunk of time to kill," he said, rubbing the back of his neck. "I’ve got some ideas on things we can do, so just let me know what you’d prefer. So first off, obviously, you can take a nap and catch some rest. I know you mentioned that you like horror movies, so we could watch one. Or we could play games together? I’ve been playing a lot of Stardew Valley recently, so we could try that too. Or if you’ve got any other ideas, I’d be totally game too! Just take your pick,”
“Hmm.. do you want to just play Stardew and have some snacks? If that sounds okay with you, of course,” you said.
“Yeah, that sounds perfect! Let me just set the game up, and feel free to grab a blanket and some snacks.” You opened up the chips and the dip and got settled in the chair Izuku had grabbed for you. As you both started playing, the rest of the evening seemed to go by in a blink of an eye. Before you knew it, the room had gotten dark, and you both had grown tired. After switching off the game for the night, you stretched out in your chair.
“Man, what I wouldn’t give for a shower; I feel like there’s gotta be dust on my bones after sitting for so long,” you said.
Izuku hummed in agreement. “I mean, if you want to take a shower, you’re more than welcome to use my shower caddy and take one. I’ve got some shirts and pants you could borrow too, if you’d like. It really wouldn’t be a bother or anything at all,”
Your face grew warm. “I-I mean, sure, I guess. That would be nice, thanks so much!”
“Of course, it’s the least I could do for you,” Izuku said, his grin shifting into something a bit more bashful. He ducked over to his closet, emerging with his shower caddy and a stack of folded clothes. “Here, these should be comfortable enough.” He handed you the bundle along with a fresh towel, and you made the short trek to the dorm showers.
As the warm water hit your shoulders, you could feel the stress of the day finally melting away. The steam filled the small stall, creating a private little bubble where the rest of the world seemed to disappear. It felt strangely intimate to use Izuku’s soap, watching the lather rinse away while the air filled with that same woodsy scent that lingered in his room.
Once the water ran clear, you stepped out and scrubbed the towel through your hair, leaving it in a damp, messy state. You pulled on his clothes, which were a tad oversized; the hem of the shirt hung halfway down your thighs, and the sleeves swallowed your hands. The fabric was soft, holding onto a faint scent of his laundry detergent that made your heart do a weird little skip. Shoving your own clothes into his caddy, you headed back to the room, softly knocking on the door once you arrived.
Izuku pulled the door open, but the words he was about to say seemed to die in his throat. His eyes widened, raking over the sight of you practically drowning in his favorite hoodie. “I... uh... I guess the clothes are a little big on you. I’m sorry,” he stammered, his face flushing a shade of pink that matched his sneakers. He stepped aside to let you in, his gaze lingering just a second too long. “You look cute though, goose,” he said with a smile.
The compliment caught you off guard, sending a sudden heat to your cheeks that had nothing to do with the hot shower. You ducked your head, hiding a shy smile behind the oversized collar of his shirt while trying to play it cool. You padded across the room and plopped down on his bed, sitting cross-legged against the headboard.
The room felt even smaller than before, now that you were draped in his scent and his laundry. “I’m a little too tired to keep playing Stardew,” you admitted, your voice softened by the cozy weight of the fabric. “Do you want to just watch a movie?”
“Yeah, sure! I can turn my monitor around towards the bed so we can both get comfy and still watch it. You’ll just have to give me a second to get that set up for you.” He buried himself in setting up the movie, and you swaddled yourself up with his comforter, now completely surrounded by his scent. Izuku joined you on the bed after a few moments and it didn’t take you long to settle on a horror movie.
. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ i'd be too cold without you - part 2 ⟡ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁.
♡ summary: you and izuku are study group members for a bio class, but you've always hoped for something more. thankfully, one night might make that true.
♡ pairing: izuku midoriya x reader, college AU
♡ tags: no warnings, just fluff :) but the next couple of parts may or may not have some smut ;)
♡ notes: hi guys! here's part 2 for this story. I actually wrote the entire thing out already before posting, so if it abruptly cuts off, i'm super sorry, but the next part should continue off just where this one leaves off. hope you guys enjoy reading! :)
“Alright! Let’s get going then!” He picks up your backpack, throwing it over his shoulder effortlessly. You forgot his strength sometimes, but it was moments like these that’d burn a reminder. You’d told yourself forever that you weren’t into overly muscular guys, but Izuku changed your mind completely. He was well-built, muscles in all the right places, not too much and not too little. Even the smallest movements made his muscles flex ever so slightly.
You both walked over to the bus stop, the cold wind around you two licking your faces. In a few moments, the bus pulled up, stopping with a loud screech. “That felt like forever in this cold,” you say, arms wrapped around your shoulders, shivering. You look around, finally finding a seat right next to the heater on the bus. Thankfully, the bus was mostly empty, just a few people.
“You should’ve said something, Y/N! I would’ve given you my jacket,” Izuku said, sounding a little pouty as he plopped down in the seat beside you.
As the bus started moving again, you just leaned your head against the window and watched the world go by. The rain was starting to smear against the glass, and the sound of it hitting the roof was so peaceful. Between the warmth of the heater and the steady rhythm of the rain, your eyes started getting heavy. Before you knew it, you were drifting off.
A gentle tug on your shoulder pulled you back to reality. You blinked your eyes open, feeling a bit dazed, only to find Izuku’s face just inches from yours. It took a second for your brain to catch up and realize that you weren’t resting on your shoulder, but his instead. “Hey, we’re here at the dorms, time to wake up,” he said softly.
You jolt up, cheeks red with embarrassment. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to fall asleep on you. I guess I was more tired than I thought.” You apologized sheepishly.
“Don’t worry! You fell asleep, so I put your head on my shoulder so your neck wouldn’t hurt later!” You scrambled to gather your things as you two got off the bus. It was things like that that made you wonder if Izuku liked you or not. He was so sweet to you, but he was also sweet to everyone else. Was it just personality? Were you reading into things? You shook your head, clearing your thoughts as you both walked up the stairs leading to your dorms.
The layout was almost ridiculous. Your dorm windows stared right into each other’s across the narrow alley, separated only by the flat roof of the campus convenience store. You’d probably spent dozens of nights looking at his desk lamp without realizing it was him behind the glass.
Izuku stopped in front of his dorm’s entrance door, pulling his keys out of his pocket. 'Anyway, I guess I’m headed up! I’ll see you on... Thursday? You’re still coming to the group study, right?'
“Of course! I mean, you know there’s no way I’d pass the class without your help, Izuku,” you chuckled, playfully punching him on the arm. There it was again, a small bloom of red on his cheeks, undeniable this time. Something about it made you feel so warm on the inside, giving you a spark of hope towards something more.
He laughed nervously before saying, “Thanks, well, I’m just glad to help you out as much as I can! Guess I’ll see you soon then!” Waving bye to you, he walks towards his door as you wave back, fishing for your keys in your pocket.
A sinking feeling hits your stomach. You search your jacket pocket, pants, every inch of your backpack. Nothing. No keys. You try tracing your steps back from this morning. “I woke up, I put on my clothes, I packed my backpack, I grabbed my keys...Fucking hell, I left my keys on the fucking desk, holy shit.” You immediately texted your roommate.
hey mina, can u let me in, i forgot my keys before leaving this morning 😭😭
You sat at a nearby table inside the convenience store, impatiently shaking your leg, hoping she’d text back soon. After what seemed like the longest 5 minutes of your life, you finally got a text back
Hey girlie! I would if i could, but i already left for break, so im like 2 hours away. Maybe text the RA to come open up the door? So sorry i couldn’t help :((((((
And there it was, the nail in your coffin. As nice as your RA was, she wasn’t much help either. From the few texts she sent you, it was clear she’d be more than happy to open the door for you, but she was at work until 8:30pm, so she couldn’t do much until she got back. You looked at your phone screen, and time practically glared back at you. 2:38pm. “So just about 6 hours of being fucked over. Fucking hell.” you thought to yourself, plopping your head on the table.
“Better make the most of the situation,” you think to yourself, racking your brain for what to do to fill up the time left. “Might as well try to relax,” you mumble, pulling out your laptop and sketchbook from your bag. If you were stuck in the store for 6 hours, you were at least going to see that movie that you planned to watch tonight, minus your cozy blanket.
A half hour into the movie, and you can already feel your eyelids start to droop closed. You try your best to fight it, but sleep gets the better of you. You fall into a light sleep, your head coming to rest on your folded arms, the hard tabletop serving as a makeshift pillow. You wake up to a few gentle taps to your shoulder.
“Y/N... Y/N... wake up, goose.”
Your eyelids felt like lead, but the soft vibration of his voice pulled you back to the surface. Your eyes slowly fluttered open, only to lock onto Izuku’s familiar face. A sudden jolt of realization hit you, and your eyes widened as you took him in. “Seriously?” you thought. Was this just a recurring theme in your life now? Falling asleep in inconvenient places only to be resurrected by the same green-haired boy?
“What are you doing here? Why aren’t you just napping in your room, its like 6pm?” Izuku asked, giving you his signature head tilt.
You rubbed your eyes, sitting up and bringing your knees to rest under your chin. “Well, I forgot my keys in my room, so I asked my roomie to help, but she’s out for break, though. The RA said she’d open my door, but she said she might be able to do it at 8:30 after work, but with my luck it’ll probably be later. So for now, I’m just sitting here waiting for her to text me back and open the door.”
“Oh my god, you should’ve just texted me; we could’ve gone to the campus security office and gotten a replacement. Are you okay?”
“I’m fine, just tired for the most part. Plus, security is closed till after break, so it’s not even worth going down there. I just wanted to nap in a bed and play some games later today, but it’ll have to be Saturday plans now, I guess.” You let out a big sigh, dropping your head back towards the ceiling.
“Well, I’m sorry you’re stuck here. I wish there was some way I could help out.”
“It’s alright, but I appreciate it though. Thanks, Izuku,” you say with a tired smile.
A few moments of silence pass between you. Then suddenly, almost like a lightbulb was turned on in his head, Izuku lit up, turning to you with full enthusiasm. “Hey, why don’t you just stay the night at my room? My roommate’s gone, so you wouldn’t have to worry about that. I have a really nice comforter too, and I’ve got games as well. I know it’s probably not the best plan you had in mind, but at least you’d be in a warm place, and you could relax a little more comfortably.”
“I don’t want to be a bother, I mean, you probably had plans too, Izuku.”
He grabbed your hands, holding them in his, “No, no, absolutely not! In fact, I think it’d be the bestest plan for me! What’s better than hanging out with a good friend?” You had to admit, the idea was appealing; between him holding your hands and looking up at you with those bright eyes of his, you couldn’t say no to him.
“As long as it wouldn’t be a burden, then...alright! Let’s have a sleepover!” you said with a smile.
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♡ summary: you and izuku are study group members for a bio class, but you've always hoped for something more. thankfully, one night might make that true.
♡ pairing: izuku midoriya x reader, college AU
♡ tags: no warnings, just fluff :) but the next couple of parts may or may not have some smut ;)
♡ notes: hi besties! here's part 1 for this story. I actually wrote the entire thing out already before posting, so if it abruptly cuts off, i'm super sorry, but the second part should continue off just where this one leaves off. the whole thing is 16 pages so im trying to find a good cutoff, but everything will be uploaded into ao3 right after anywho, so either way i hope you all enjoy! :)
Your alarm screams, piercing the sweet peace of your sleep. One long sigh and several fumbled moments later, you finally locate your phone, swiping blindly across the screen to kill the noise. “8 A.M/” Just reading the time made you more tired. You rub your face, sink your head back into the pillow, and groan.
“Absolute mistake, signing up for this class slot,” you mutter to the ceiling as you finally swing your legs out of bed, the cold tile stinging your feet. With every class that passed, you regretted signing up for such an early class. But then again, what choice did you have? You needed the class to take bio lab semester, or at least that’s what you had to tell yourself every time you got ready for the class.
As you trudge on over to the dorm bathroom, you try to review last class’s lecture in your head. “Wait, was the Calvin Cycle the one that happens in the stroma or the thylakoid? No, wait, maybe it was the light-dependent reactions that...ugh...what-fucking-ever, I give up,” diagrams blurring in your head. “Sophomore year of college, and I feel like I’ve only gotten worse at studying,” you think, begrudgingly splashing water on your face to hopefully jumpstart the day.
After heading back to your room, you don’t even bother looking in the mirror. Snores from your roommate echo through the room as you pack your backpack. “Another day, another slay, I guess,” you say to yourself before heading out into the hall.
Thankfully, the walk to the lecture hall was only 15 minutes; Lord knows if it was longer, you’d have skipped way more lectures than you already did. You tried going through the slides in your mind again, but the sound of your notifications brings you out of your thoughts. Shuffling through your pockets, you find your phone to see that it was your group chat with your bio group.
Hey can someon e sign my name on the attendance sheet? thxxxx a bunch - kaminari
Everyone had to choose four people groups to do classwork with; without a group, your classwork wouldn’t be graded. Luckily, exactly three other people were sitting next to you when the professor shouted that rule out on the first day of class: Kaminari, Izuku, and Mineta. All boys wasn’t your first choice, but you didn’t know anyone else in the class, so it was your best shot.
Kaminari was a biology major, turned education major, now business major; you were sure he’d probably change his major two more times before the semester ended. Nice guy, but his ‘study strategy’ for the class was just ignoring the lectures entirely and cramming at your groupstudy sessions, which did exactly zero favors for his grades.
Thankfully, your professor let the rest of you still work as a group, which was great because Izuku was the only one you actually enjoyed working with. He was a biochemistry major on the pre-med track, so you two related a lot since you were a neuroscience major
Then there was Mineta, who was honestly just a total creep. He barely showed up to lectures, only the study sessions. When he did show up, he spent more time making weird sexual comments than actually opening a book. You silently cheered when he dropped the class. Thankfully, the professor let the rest of you stay together as a group, which was a relief because Izuku was the only person you actually liked working with.
He was a biochemistry major on the pre-med track, and as a neuroscience major yourself, you liked being friends with someone with similar goals and classes as you did. It always seemed like he was involved in a billion other activities, but he never failed to miss a text from you. Study sessions with him made you actually like bio, and he always went out of his way to help you with homework if you needed it.
You hoped he’d come to class today as you answered back in the group chat.
yeah ill sign you in, just sign me in next time im tired bro :)
Finally, you reach the lecture hall, settling down in your usual seat. Somehow, you managed to arrive 8 minutes early, which gave you just enough time to decompress. “Ugh...should’ve just picked up some coffee before coming in, so fucking tired,” you grumbled while flicking through Instagram.
“Well, it’s a good thing I remembered picking some up huh?” You look up to see Izuku standing up next to your seats, two coffees in his hand. “Got your usual order, iced chai latte,” he said with a million-dollar smile. “You are my savior,” you say, taking the drink as he sat down next to you. “I don’t even know how you drink straight black coffee. At least add some ice to it or something.”
“Just because it fucks up your stomach doesn’t mean it fucks up mine,” Izuku replies with a laugh, sipping his drink.
“But thank you so much, for real, because I wanted to die after trying to go over yesterday’s lecture. I didn’t even know it was remotely possible to cover so much in just one fucking day,” you whine as you chug the latte, hoping it’ll give you some semblance of energy.
“No, it was actual torture for me too. I barely got through half of the Calvin cycle before I gave up. I’m pushing studying it till we meet up for group study at this point.”
The sound of your professor’s voice brought you both out of your conversation.
“Alright, everyone! The sign-in sheet is being passed around, so please make sure to sign and do not sign in for your teammates; remember, it’s not fair to those who do show up! Now, let’s move on to today’s lecture. So you’ll remember last class we talked about...”
You tuned her voice out, zoning out on thoughts of the rest of your classes. A slight tap on your hand brings you back to reality, and you look down to see Izuku passing the sign-in sheet to you. With a smile, you take the sheet from him, fingertips barely grazing. The feather touch sends a jolt through your hand, but you brush the feeling off quickly.
You couldn’t deny that Izuku was attractive. Broad shoulders, nice smile, curly hair; your type to a T. It was hard not to let your feelings get the best of you whenever you both hung out, especially when he was so kind and sweet to you. “We’re just friends,” you thought, chanting the mantra you always told yourself, moving focus to the lecture.
You tried to write notes as fast as possible, scribbling down whatever you could in the little time you had. It always seemed like the class lasted up until the last second, and today was no exception. Students for the next class had already started trickling in while you tried to pack up as quickly as you could.
“Oh my god, she always goes so long, there’s literally no time to even pack up and leave before her next class comes here,” you say to Izuku, cramming your notebook into your backpack, scrambling to pick it up along with your drink.
“Here, just give me your drink, silly, I’ve got you, just grab your bag,” he says, taking the drink out of your hands. It was things like that that made your heart skip a beat. But you just pushed that thought aside per usual, heading out of the lecture hall with Izuku.
“So how’s your lab going? I know last time we talked, you mentioned your PI has you working on protocol paperwork, so is that going good?” you ask Izuku as you both make your way out of the building.
Izuku looks at you with widened eyes. “Oh, I’m surprised you remember!” he said with a chuckle. “But yeah, it’s going well. I still have a bit to finish up. Thankfully, it’s just a draft, so as long as I do the framework, I think Dr. Yagi will polish it before submitting it. What about you and Dr. Aizawa?”
“I mean...you know how Aizawa is. You get out of his lab what you put in, and the work is cool. I feel good about the work, like he’s been making me practice cell cultures and Western blots for this presentation. But I have to say, it’s left me exhausted. Between the lab and classes, there’s no time to relax.”
“Work-life balance is important, though; you’re going to burn yourself out at this rate, Y/N. You gotta take some time to wind down, silly. Otherwise, one of these days you’re gonna die from exhaustion, and what am I gonna do without my coolest friend?” Izuku says, ruffling your hair. “What are you up to next, goose? Don’t you have class?”
You did your best not to think about how his nickname for you made your cheeks warm. “I am heartbroken to report that my philosophy class has been cancelled. Something about my professor having the flu. Obviously, as you can see, I am distraught that I cannot continue my academic prowess for the day,” you say sarcastically, the biggest smile painting your face.
“Uh huh. I’m sure you are. Since you’re free, though, want to grab some food at the student center and hang out for a bit? I’m guessing you haven’t eaten yet either. I mean, no pressure, obviously, just if you're down.”
“Yeah, of course, dude, I’d love to! Sandwiches okay with you?”
“Sounds good to me! It’ll be my treat, and don’t bother changing my mind. We’re going to get you charged up for the day!” he says, flashing a smile. It amazed you how cheery he could be at any time of the day; you really admired it. Whether he was tired or not, he was always this beacon of sunshine, and his happiness was infectious.
The two of you kept talking and catching up until you eventually made it to the student center. The line at the sandwich shop actually wasn't bad for once. A few minutes later, you both grabbed your food and found an empty table. You plopped down in your chair with Izuku sitting right across from you.
“I have to say this has got to be the best food on campus,” you say, diving into your sandwich.
“Hmm, I think I could make a better sandwich. You should come over to my room sometime so I can make you one,” Izuku says, mouthful of food.
“Sure, buddy, keep telling yourself that. But speaking of rooms, you just reminded me. I’ve gotta fill out that housing form for Thanksgiving. I really don't need my RA walking in on me while I'm changing or something,” you laugh. It could be your mind playing tricks on you, but you could’ve sworn Izuku’s cheeks turned slightly red for a second. “I actually need to turn mine in, too,” he said. “I’m staying on campus to log some lab hours. Plus, I don’t really celebrate Thanksgiving anyway, so it’s not like I’m missing out.”
“I mean, neither do I, so twinsies, first off. But second, I’m glad you’re staying! At least there’ll be someone on campus that I know. Literally last year, it was so quiet. I swear there was probably a tumbleweed fucking rolling around somewhere, it was that empty. Also good to know you haven’t submitted it either. I know break starts in like 2 days, and we’ve got the weekend ahead, but I feel like if we submit it before the end of the day today, we’ll be good, right?”
“I mean, what other choice do we have? We might as well just knock it out now. That way it’s off our plates, and we can actually relax for the day,”
You let out a laugh.“Honestly, not a bad idea. Let me pull it up,” you say, grabbing your laptop out of your bag. After a second of clicking around, you find the link. “Okay, got it. I can just fill it out for both of us and send you the copy, if that works? Probably faster that way.”
“Thanks so much! You’re an angel,” Izuku says, and before you can even respond, he’s sliding his chair over until it clicks against yours. His shoulder was barely brushing against yours, but the contact felt electric through your sweatshirt. Suddenly, the noisy student center feels miles away, and it takes everything you have to keep your eyes on the screen and actually fill out the form.
After using every ounce of willpower in your body, you finish filling out the form. “Alright! I’m done with mine. Do you want me to do yours now?” You look over to Izuku, hoping he wouldn’t notice how flustered you were.
“Yep, sounds good to me! Let me take a look at what’s needed,” he murmurs, bringing his face closer to the screen, now inches away from your own. You’re almost didn’t want to even glance his way; you know that if you catch his eye this close, any chance of keeping your cool is going to go right out the window. Curiosity kills the cat, and you steal a quick look.
His eyebrows were furrowed in concentration as he scanned the form, and from this close, the overhead light caught his dark hazel eyes, making them shine behind a frame of long, black lashes. You’d never noticed the dusting of freckles across his cheeks until this exact second, and you already adored them. You bet if you turned your lips every so slightly, you’d be ableto catch his own. Honestly, it was a struggle not to just reach out and kiss that focused little frown away.
Izuku’s voice suddenly cut through the trance you were falling into. “Alright, I think the only difference between mine and yours is the name, building, and room number. So if you could just put down Izuku Midoriya, Slate Hall, Room 217, I’d really appreciate it!”
He beamed another one of those smiles at you, and you were convinced your heart was actually going to explode in your chest. “He’s just far too cute, fuck,” you thought, fingers slightly fumbling as you typed in his info, sending it to him as soon as you finished.
A quiet ping signaled the email’s arrival. Izuku looked down at the notification, and the reflected light of the screen caught the grin spreading across his face. “Again, I hope you know you’re the absolute best,” he said, stretching his arms. He pushed his chair back before standing up. ”I think I’m headed back to my room in a little while; I need to take a nap or something after all that review. Do you want to head to the dorms together or just gonna hang out a little longer here?”
“Hmm..,” you hummed, tilting your head to the side. On one hand, it’d be nice to just relax at the student center, but then again, it’d be nicer to get comfy and do that from the comforts of your coziest blankets. “You know what, yeah, I’ll come with you, plus I think the bus is like 5 minutes away anyway, so might as well.” You pack your backpack, slipping your laptop and the leftovers of your sandwich inside.
♡ summary: you just joined a new high school and you're hoping to make a bunch of new friends. unfortunately, you're paired up with Katsuki and he seems to despise you. nevertheless, you're determined to make it work. little do you know that you're first interaction would lead to a wonderful friendship and possibly even more.
♡ pairing: bakugo katsuki x reader
♡ tags: no warnings, just fluff :) but the next couple of parts may or may not have some smut ;)
♡ notes: hi besties! here's part 2 to the first chapter. i should have more time to work on this story and a bunch of other fics since I've officially graduated! i hope you guys like this chapter and let me know if yall want more :) the pink text is the readers texts and the orange is Katsuki.
You heard the alarm on your phone ring, waking you up for the morning. Groggily, you reached over to your nightstand to turn it off. You rub your eyes, tired from having to wake up so early the last couple of days. The bus at your new high school came around 6:45, which meant that you had to wake up at at least 5:35 am to get ready. A part of you liked getting up so early; it made you feel on top of things, a true it girl. But the rest of you ached to just swaddle yourself in your plush blankets and sink right back into bed. You dragged yourself out of bed and headed to the bathroom to freshen yourself up a bit.
After you splash your face with some water you stare into the mirror, taking notice of your dark circles. “Damn I might need to start using an eye cream or something soon, waking up so early is not doing justice to my skin,” you said out loud. As soon as you said it though, you knew that was a lie. You knew in your heart that the only reason why you were so tired every morning is because you spent every night texting Katsuki.
By now you figured that he was definitely a night owl but unfortunately, you weren’t. You had always been the type of girl to sleep early, prioritizing your 8 hours of sleep. But if there was one person who could make you disregard your routine, it’d be Katsuki. Over the last couple of days, you both had gotten closer. You’d been talking at school and texting each other seemingly non-stop and you’d say a decent friendship had formed between you two. Something about his texts made your stomach fill with butterflies and you couldn’t help getting excited every time you saw a notification from him pop up on your phone.
You spent nights staying awake texting Katsuki till 1, 2 3 in the morning. Even when your eyelids felt like they could no longer remain open, you’d do your best to stay awake to not miss a single text. Was it a bit much? Yes. Should you be putting a guy before your beauty sleep? Probably not. Did you still do it anyway? Absolutely. It’s not like you didn’t text him in the day, but after school, he barely texted you besides the occasional response after a couple of hours. He just seemed to come alive in the night. That’s when you’d get your near-instantaneous responses and true conversations. So if talking to him meant staying up at night, you were willing to do it.
You’d done a good job so far of staying awake in class; after all, you didn’t want to miss out on notes. But after a couple of days, your exhaustion had just gotten to you.. You were tired, the lecture seemed to go on an on forever, the teacher’s monotonous voice, it was the typical recipe for drifting off. With your head in your hands, you felt your eyes start to blink slowly as they got heavier by the moment. Before you knew it, you felt your eyelids close. You didn’t know how long you were asleep. But your teacher’s voice immediately brought you back to reality.
“(Y/N), could you tell me what the answer is to Question 3?” the teacher said, her voice startling you awake. Your face burned with embarrassment as you flipped through your notes to find some way to solve the question. As you couldn’t find any way out of the situation, your shame grew and grew. All of a sudden you felt a sharp nudge to your arm coming from beside you. You turn to see Kastuki clearing his throat, and pushing his worksheet towards you. At first, you’re confused but then the pieces clicked in your head once you saw him pointing to the same question the teacher was asking you about.
“(Y/N)? Answer the question please, we don’t have all day.” your teacher said, her tone getting more frustrated.
“Uhhhh...2?” you answer hesitantly, glancing quickly towards Katsuki’s paper to make sure you said the right number.
“Oh, yes, that’s correct. Next time, still pay attention to the lecture,” the teacher said, moving on with her presentation.
“Thank you so much, you saved my ass just there.” you whisper to Katsuki. “I would’ve gotten laughed at for sure if I got that wrong.”
“You don’t need to thank me, that’s what friends are for, stupid,” he replied with a smile. Your heart skipped a beat. You’d never really seen his smile, it was just downright adorable; surprising for someone who looked so intimidating. You were so wrapped up in the moment, you didn’t catch yourself staring. “What, something on my face or some shit?”
“Uhh...no, nothing at all, you’re all peaches and cream.”
He chuckled in response and turned around, leaving you to your thoughts.
“Peaches and cream?? Who even says something like that anymore?? Stupid, stupid me and stupid, stupid thing to say and now he probably thinks I’m weird and strange and ー” your thoughts were cut off by the sound of the bell releasing everyone to go to lunch. You started packing up your laptop and your notes, glad that there were no more chances to get embarrassed by the teacher again, at least for the next hour.
You feel yet another nudge, and you turn towards Katsuki. “Hey do you wanna share lunch with me? I don’t know if you’ve got a lunch packed already but like I accidentally packed two sandwiches and I’m on a cut and I only wanna eat one sandwich, and I don’t wanna waste any damn food. So like if you want you can have the other one or something,’ he says.
“Yes! I mean, yes that would be nice thank you so much, what kind of sandwich?” you reply trying to not sound too happy at the offer.
“Well I don’t really know what it's fucking called, but there’s some grilled chicken, lettuce, tomatoes, pickles and I think some spicy mayo in it. That sound good to you?”
Your mouth watered just thinking about it. “Yeah dude, that sounds great, thanks again! I’m just gonna go to the bathroom real quick, and then do you wanna meet up at the cafeteria?”
“Nah, I'll just wait for you. Plus I don’t want you getting lost or anything trying to find me.” Katsuki replied walking towards the bathroom. You thank him internally; you had no clue where the bathroom was anyways. After a couple moments, you both get to the bathroom. As you head inside, Katsuki leans on the wall of lockers nearby, plopping his backpack down on the floor.
He double checks to see whether you’ve truly gone inside and puts his face in his hands. He was hoping you didn’t notice how red he was on the way to the bathroom. “I didn’t think it’d actually work, holy shit,” Katsuki thought to himself over and over again. If truth be told, Katsuki didn’t make any extra sandwiches.
That morning Katsuki got up early to make lunch for school, not because he was a morning person, but because of a small detail you mentioned last night. You both were having your usual nightly talk when the topic got to food.
“Yeah I like to cook a lot honestly! I haven’t really made anything recently, but hopefully I can get more into it soon.”
It surprised Katsuki honestly, he never took you as someone who’d like to cook.
“Oh word, that’s cool, any reason why you like it tho?”
“Yeah, I mean like I guess its just my love language? I love to cook and just make people happy through food :) I usually cook for my family a lot.”
“That’s honestly pretty fucking kind of you. Who cooks for you?
“Ah, I mean its just me cooking at home, so no one really lol.”
“Damn, its gotta be tiring cooking all the time tho”
“Yeah sometimes, but yk like I said its my love language so I don’t mind. But thats why I just get food from the cafeteria, its just tiring most times to cook for everyone and do lunch lol”
Katsuki read your text and laid his head back on his pillow, arm across his face as he stared up at the ceiling. His stomach filled with excitement. Just like that, an idea brewed in his head. He wasn’t a good cook by any means whatsoever. Besides making a mean microwaveable ramen, he didn’t know how to make much but he was gonna do his best to make lunch for the both of you tomorrow morning. You fell asleep soon after that, but his idea kept running in his mind for the rest of the night.
He spent the rest of the night scrolling through TikToks, trying to figure out some sort of recipe that was easy but something you’d like. And that’s when he had his eureka moment. There was grilled chicken in his fridge and he was sure there had to be some topping in there too; he could make grilled chicken sandwiches. All he could hope for at that point was whether it’d be good or not.
The next morning he woke up determined to make you the best fucking sandwich you’d ever had. 30 minutes later and he accomplished his goal. As he drove to school, he hoped you’d like it when he realized he forgot a vital part of his plan. “How the fuck am I gonna tell her about lunch?”
He wracked his brain for any more ideas. Katsuki didn’t want to come across too strong, but you just deserved something nice. Finally, he settled on telling you that he just had an extra sandwich. After all, honesty was the best policy and he technically did have an extra. He honestly thought you’d refuse or have some sort of lunch with you already. But when you said yes, he was absolutely elated. He tried his best to cover his enthusiasm, but now it was written all over Katsuki’s face. The grin hadn’t left his face since you both started walking to the bathroom.
The soft tug to his jacket sleeve brought him out of his thoughts. “Hey, thanks for waiting! Do you wanna maybe go to the library instead to eat? The cafeteria is always so fucking noisy and I’ll barely be able to hear you talk,” you ask.
“She wants to hear me talk; she wants to hear me talk,” Katsuki thought gleefully. “Yeah sure, I don’t mind,” he replied, trying to play cool.
After walking to the library, you both find a quiet spot in the back. You and Katsuki sit down, side by side, before he pulled out two small plastic bags from his backpack. He passed you a sandwich and waited anxiously for your reaction.
You look at him quizzically. “Why the fuck is he just staring at me and not eating at all?” you thought before taking a bite. Your eyes widened and you looked up at Katsuki.
“What? What? Is it bad or something? You don’t gotta fucking eat it if its that bad,” he says.
“No, Katsuki, its perfect! It's really really good!” you reply, diving back in for another bite. You skipped breakfast and your stomach had been grumbling all throughout class and this was just the perfect fix.
“I’m glad you like it. I made it myself,” Katsuki said with pride, a smile stretched across his face yet again. How could he not smile when you looked so precious?
“Are you for real? That is so sweet of you! Kastuki, I’m for real touched you thought of little old me, you sat leaning over to wrap him in a hug.
Katsuki’s whole face turns red, hypersensitive to your touch. If he knew making you a sandwich would get you close to him, he would've made you lunch way sooner.
You break away and continue eating your sandwich as Katsuki starts to eat his. You’re so engrossed in your meal that you don’t notice Katsuki staring at you, still red and stomach filled with butterflies.
When you got home, you immediately went to your room, thoughts of lunch on your mind that had nothing to do with being hungry and everything to do with a certain blonde. “He made me lunch. Like from scratch. Like who does that?? As if he’s already not cute enough, now I’ve got him cooking for me,” you thought.
That’s when a thought quickly crossed your head. “Does he maybe like me?” It only took you a few moments with that idea to make you absolutely flushed. “There’s like no way, right? I’m me and he’s so cool, and plus I’m just being delulu because there’s literally no way. Exactly, there’s no way he likes me right?” you say to yourself.
You tried your best to focus on your homework for the rest of the night, trying to get thoughts of Katsuki out of your head. But every so often thoughts of that darling smile or his piercing eyes or how he smelt like burnt caramel when you hugged him kept creeping into your mind. It didn’t help that he was texting you too. With every single thought and text, the feeling in your stomach just got stronger and stronger. It was a weird mix of butterflies, anxiety, and giddiness and God you loved it so much. You gave up on your homework and laid on your bed, starting to drift into your usual daydream.
You closed your eyes, curling up into your blankets. You imagined Katsuki’s arm coming from behind you, wrapping around your stomach and pulling you close to his bare chest. His arm slide up your arm, rubbing soothing circles into your skin. Just as he kissed the top of your head, you heard a voice call out, bringing you back to reality abruptly.
“(Y/N)! Come down for dinner honey!” your mom yelled. You let out a sigh; you were so close to the exciting part of the dream too.
"Coming, Mama!" you cheerfully replied as you quickly slipped on some cozy slippers for comfort. As you finished getting ready, your thoughts wandered, wishing your daydreams were real life. With a sigh, you brushed off those feelings, "I'm just being silly. I know he'll never see me in that light."
Meanwhile, on the other side of your street, Katsuki was having some day dreams of his own. He still hadn’t been able to get you off his mind. It was like whole world around him gained color the second you walked into his mind. All he could think about after lunch was how it felt to have you so close to him. His thoughts were filled what how it felt to have your arms around him. You were so much warmer than he imagined. And thinking about how your chest slightly pressed into his bicep sent him into overdrive.
With all his heart, he wished he could’ve hugged you back, even if it was just for a second. He engraved every detail of your embrace in his memory, filing them away in his memory. Katsuki hoped that one day he’d be able to sweep you into his arms and hold you close. But until then, thoughts and daydreams would have to do.
♡ summary: you just joined a new high school and you're hoping to make a bunch of new friends. unfortunately, you're paired up with katsuki and he seems to despise you. nevertheless, you're determined to make it work. little do you know that you're first interaction would lead to a wonderful friendship and possibly even more.
♡ pairing: bakugo katsuki x reader
♡ tags: no warnings, just fluff :) but the next couple of parts may or may not have some smut ;)
♡ notes: hi besties! I'm back finally with another fanfic after months. I'm so sorry for my hiatus, but I've been super busy with college. I'm graduating in literally in 5 days which is so exciting (neurosci and psychology BS) and also been working on a patent and been doing patient trials in the neurosci lab I volunteer at and been applying for grad programs, so its been a lot. but I'm back with a new (long) Katsuki fic now that things have finally settled! Really this was a story with my OCs, Drew and Kressie (names still yet to be confirmed but that's what I've got for now) but I thought this would still work with Bakugo. Let me know if y'all want me to post the OC version too :) hope you guys like it!
As you sit in the principal’s office with your parents, you start to drown out the principal’s monotonous voice. All you cared about in the moment was how you would fit in. Middle school had been terrible; a journey chocked full of bullies and spending lunches alone. So when your parents told you that the 3 of you were moving to a new state for your dad’s fancy new job, you thought this was your chance to wipe the slate clean. Start afresh and make some friends this time around. You’d been excited for weeks, but now sitting here about to start your first day, you felt your stomach churn with anxiety.
The principal calling your name brought you back to reality. “So Y/N are you ready to start your first day? I know it’ll be halfway through your periods, but still your first day if you think about it!”
“As ready as I’ll ever be,” you replied, picking up your backpack.
“I’ll take you to your new classroom,” said the principal, standing up and opening the door for you, gesturing you to follow him. After saying goodbye to your parents, you head outside the office with a big sigh, readying yourself. It felt like forever before you reached your classroom. Your principal knocked on the door and stuck his head inside. You heard him say something to the teacher inside, but couldn’t quite make out what. She came out a couple moments afterward and the principal left you in her hands. A short introduction later, she brought you inside to the front of the class.
“Hey everyone, I’m sorry to interrupt you all in the middle of quiet work time, but we’ve got a new student. This is (Y/N) and she’ll be in our class from now on,” she said with a big smile on her face; it was almost too cheery. “I’m hoping since you only came in a week late, it won’t be too hard to catch up with the class.” She scanned around the classroom before continuing, “Looks like we’ll have to place you in the back with Katsuki. We share one big desk between students, so I hope that’s okay with you.” You nod and the teacher turns towards her desk, reaching down to grab a packet. “Here’s what we’re working on right now; answer as best as you can and don’t worry about getting questions wrong. You’ll be sitting right over there,” pointing to the back.
You look toward where she gestured to find a guy in a black hoodie, his eyes covered by his hood and lip curled in disdain. “Fantastic,” you thought, taking the packet from your teacher’s hand. “It’d be my luck to be put right next to someone that looks like they’d kill.” You plop down in your seat and look towards your new deskmate, smiling at him as an olive branch. Maybe he was super nice and just didn’t know how to show it.
He looked at you up and down, eyebrows furrowed in confusion as if he was wondering why you’d even dare to look over. With a sigh, you turn back around and start to work on your packet. You wouldn’t consider yourself super smart, but definitely above average. But ‘above average’ wasn’t going to cut it for this packet. You chose to take Calculus to challenge you and to look better on college applications, but looking at the work in front of you, you regretted your decision. This stuff was just way too complicated, but you were determined to figure it out.
You look over at Katsuki to see whether he’s struggling too for some sort of comfort. To your disappointment, you see him flying through the work, his head practically buried in the packet. You tried again to work through the first problem. “Find the derivative of the following function...what even is a derivative?” you thought to yourself. You pulled out your phone, hoping to try and find some sort of video to explain what was going on when you felt a tap on your shoulder.
You turned around to find your teacher smiling at you once again. “Hey (Y/N), I hope the packet is going good, but in this classroom we don’t use phones to search up answers. If you’re having trouble, why don’t you ask your deskmate to help you out? I’m sure Katsuki would love to help you out!”
You slipped your phone back into your pocket, giving your teacher a tight-lipped smile in return. “Out of all people, why did I get paired with him,” you pleaded internally. After a few moments, you give up and decide to ask Katsuki for help. “Hey, uh... would you mind helping me out with this question please?” No response. You cleared your throat, hoping to draw attention to your request. Nothing, nada, zilch. It’s then that you noticed he had some earbuds in. “Maybe he really just couldn’t hear me,” you thought. A few moments of contemplation later lead you to tapping his shoulder, hoping to finally get his attention.
He whipped his head around, giving you the chance to get a good look at his face. The first thing you noticed were his eyes. His eyes were red, probably because of contacts, and were coupled with dark circles; it looked like he hadn’t had sleep in weeks. You were finally able to see his hair peeking out from under his hood which had been messily bleached blonde with brown roots growing out. His lips were still in a snarl. “What do you want?” he asked, spitting out each word with anger. “Don’t you know when people are trying to ignore you?”
A hit and a miss. There was no doubting it now; he definitely hated you. You hadn’t even been in the classroom for 20 minutes and your high school dreams of making friends were already coming crashing down. You were just about to reply when he snapped back at you “What? Just going to stare at me forever or something?”
See, you were nice, but not nice enough to let that sort of behavior go by without saying anything. “What the fuck is your problem dude? I just wanted to ask you about derivatives. Damn, a bitch can’t even be curious about math anymore,” you retorted. You were hoping to put him in his place a little, but instead, you heard him chuckle.
“Ok fine, I’ll help you out. I’ll admit, that was a little funny. But this doesn’t mean we’re all buddy buddy, okay? I just want you off my back.”
“Sure whatever gets me done with this packet,” you said, flipping through the pages of the problems till you found the one you were looking for. You pointed to the derivative question and said “Just explain this one to me and I’ll be out of your hair. I just don’t really know how to get started with it.”
With an annoyed sigh, Katsuki gets started on explaining it to you. “Okay so basically all you’ve got to do is just differentiate all 3 parts and then add it. Was that too hard for you to understand or something or did you finally get it?”
You didn’t want to say it, but you didn’t get it. What was differentiating? Subtracting? You had no clue. But you couldn’t admit that, not when he was acting so rude; you had way too much pride for that sort of confession. “Let’s say I didn’t get it. I totally did, but if I didn’t, would you be able to explain it more in depth?” you ask him, hoping he wouldn’t pick up on your lie.
Katsuki definitely picked it up. He wasn’t stupid. But he was dreading having to talk to you more. He wasn’t trying to make friends or talk to people and be all chit-chatty; all he wanted was to be left alone, but unfortunately, you didn’t seem to be picking up on that any time soon. He grabbed your sheet and put it right between you two. If you wanted a in-depth explanation, you were going to get one. Bit by bit, he explained every single step of the problem, dragging out each individual part unnecessarily. That’d teach you to bother him again.
What he did not expect was the beaming smile you gave him in return. “Thank you so much! That actually helped a ton dude! See I knew you could be nice,” you say as you bring the packet back to your side to continue working on the next couple of problems.
Your response threw him for a loop. Sure, Katsuki was confused over how he could seem nice, but what really had him was your smile. He could’ve sworn it was the sweetest smile he’d ever seen. Slightly crooked, but still shined like the sun. He turned around, pulling his hood down to cover the slight blush that had appeared on his face. He hated the feeling he had his stomach now and it was all your fault. He knew it was a bad idea to help you.
He dove into his work, trying not to focus on you. It felt like decades before the bell rang and people started packing up to move to their last period. Out of the corner of his eye, Katsuki saw you whip out a folded piece of paper, which opened up to reveal your schedule. He heard you sigh as he was packing up and he already knew what was coming. As soon as he came back up from zipping his backpack, he was met with your eyes looking at him and he knew you were about to bother him again.
“Uh... so I’ve got my next period in room 2301, but I have no idea how to get there. I think its English Lit with Ms. Carlisle, but like we only have 10 minutes to get there and I don’t want to get lost. Do you mind just giving me some quick directions?” you ask.
He wanted to say no and tell you to get lost. But it seemed like his mouth betrayed him when he heard himself saying “Yeah ok, I”ll take you there.”
“Oh! I mean you don’t have to really take me to the room, but I appreciate it a lot!” you reply cheerily with another one of your smiles.
“Do her cheeks never hurt from all that smiling?” Katsuki thought to himself. “It’s whatever, I’m in the same class too so I don’t give a shit.” he said, standing up and slinging his bag over one shoulder.
He starts walking away and you take that as a sign to start walking or be left alone in the classroom. With a wave to your teacher, you speed up to catch up to him. It was a bit awkward walking beside him but not talking. You’d initiate some sort of conversation, but it looked like he was ready to bite your head off and you already felt like you were pushing it.
Thankfully, Katsuki ended the awkward silence between you two, “So.... like, where did you move from?”
“From Florida, but not like city Florida, think like retirement home type of Florida. North Florida specifically.” you rambled, trying to fill up the silence between you for a bit longer.
“Cool, so you’ve like seen gators and shit then?” he said, looking down towards you. It was then that he took notice of the height difference between the two of you. He wasn’t super tall by any means, but compared to you he felt like a giant.
“I mean I’ve seen a couple snakes, gators... and a few lizards too! Nothing too scary though!” you say with a smile. He nodded in response and a silence settled over you two again. You started to rack your brain for something to say to keep the conversation going, when you suddenly felt a yank on your backpack.
“Don’t just fucking walk off, we’re here, English Lit,” Katsuki says, pulling you back to the front of the door after you’d walked right past it.
“Oh! Thank you” you reply, holding the door open. “After you.”
Katsuki felt weird walking into class and it had nothing to do with the quiz the class had to do today. He walked over to his usual desk and felt you follow behind before sitting down right next to him. You put your bag down in your seat and walked over to the teacher, probably to go introduce yourself. It was obvious to Katsuki that he wasn’t getting rid of you or the weird feeling you gave him every time you smiled anytime soon.
He was brought out of his thoughts by the sweetest laugh he had ever heard. He turned towards the source of the sound and he wasn’t surprised to see it came from you. It seemed like everything you did added to that weird feeling he felt in his stomach. He hated it. You sat back down next to him, syllabus in hand along with a couple of other forms for you to fill out.
Class seemed to drag on forever for Katsuki. It took everything in him to focus on what the teacher was saying rather than how your eyebrows were furrowed in concentration and how you chewed your pencil from time to time and how you drew tiny little flowers and hearts on your notes whenever you got bored. The bell finally rang, releasing Katsuki from what seemed to be his own personal hell. He got up wordlessly to walk towards his car, ready to leave and go home. He made it a couple of paces outside of class before he felt a small tap on his arm.
He turned around to see you looking up at him with big eyes. “Hey.. uhh.. Could I maybe get your number? We have to finish that packet by tomorrow’s class and I know there’s a good chance I could be confused again, so I was hoping to maybe get your help again?” you ask.
How could he refuse those eyes? With a sigh, he held his phone out to you. You looked up at him quizzically. “Do I need to explain everything to you? Put your number in already. I’ll text you back so you can have mine” he snapped.
You took his phone and typed in your number, saving your contact while you were at it. “There you go, all saved and everything,” you say. You couldn’t even fully finish your sentence before Katsuki snatched his phone out of your hands.
“Well, it was nice meeting you Katsuki, but I’ve got to head to the buses soon. I think my bus is leaving in like literally 10 minutes. It was nice meeting you though and hope to see you tomorrow,” you say, running off to catch the bus before you were left without a ride.
“Nice to meet you too, I guess,” he whispered to himself. He hoped you didn’t hear it. He walked to his car, throwing his bag into the backseat and putting his head on the steering wheel. “What’s going on with me? Why is everything so weird all of a sudden?” he thought. He took his phone out from his hoodie, looking for your contact and, more importantly, to put a name to your face.
It wasn’t hard to find since it was the only contact that stuck out like a sore thumb. “Y/N..” he said, reading out your name. He noticed a small smiley face beside your name, a sweet detail that caused an unconscious smile to cross his lips. It didn’t take him long to notice and he immediately shook his head trying to drive his smile away. He put his head back on the wheel with a thud, letting out a frustrated groan. That weird and uneasy feeling in his stomach had come back again and he had a feeling it wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.
♡ summary: you and luffy have a date planned out for the evening, but after a tiring day and a shift in weather, plans change for the better.
♡ pairing: luffy x reader (established relationship)
♡ tags: no warnings, just fluff :)
♡ notes: i'm sorry for taking so long to write a new fic guys! it's my last semester for my bachelor's degree so i've been swamped with grad applications and work for my senior classes. thanks for being patient and i hope you guys like it <3
You were adding the final touches to your makeup when you heard Luffy enter your apartment, his heavy footsteps letting you know he’d come home.
“Y/N?” he called out. “You here?”
“Yeah I’m just getting myself ready in the bedroom,” you respond. He enters and flops down on the bed, looking completely exhausted. “Had a rough day, babe?”
You get only an exasperated sigh in response, which tells you all you need to know. You walked over to the closet, pulling out some heels that you hoped would go well with your outfit.
“You look so pretty. I can’t wait to take you out! It's gonna be awesome! Are you excited for our date?” Luffy asks, beaming at you and turning his head to the side to see you better.
You paused. To be completely honest, it had been a tiring day for you as well and you were truly worn out. You had spent hours conducting tests and repairing lab equipment, leaving you craving nothing more than to unwind.
However, both you and Luffy had been looking forward to this date for months; he was thrilled when you proposed the idea. It didn't feel right to call it off just because you were tired. Besides, you loved spending time with him so you didn’t mind going out even though you were a little beat.
“Yeah, of course, I’m excited! Plus it gives me a reason to get all dolled up for you and you know how I love doing that,” you reply with a soft smile.
With a grunt, Luffy hoisted himself out of bed, shuffling over to you. He envelops you in a hug, resting his head against your neck and kissing just below your ear. You chuckle at the sensation, pressing a kiss to the top of your head before ruffling his hair. “Isn’t it time for someone to start getting ready?” you ask with a smirk.
He let out a deep sigh as he lifted himself off of your shoulder. "Yeah, you're right, babe. Let me just hurry up and get ready. Just give me like 15 minutes, okay?" He said with a cheerful smile, looking down at you lovingly. You press a soft kiss to his lips and head over to the living room to give him some time to get dressed.
You head over to the living room, sinking into the couch as you scroll through your phone while waiting for Luffy. The clunking of his heavy footsteps breaks the silent atmosphere of the room as you send him random videos here and there. However, it didn't take long for that to bore you, so you decided to stretch out to relax.
When a few raindrops began to fall outside of the window, your neck craned up to glance at the dampening window. You mumbled to yourself, "This is the worst time for rain. I'm too tired to get all soaked in the rain."
When Luffy finally finishes getting ready, he steps out into the living room and takes a seat next to you on the couch. "Ready to go sweetheart?" he asks with a grin.
You let out a dramatic sigh as you pull yourself off of the couch to sit upright. Luffy chuckles as he draws you in close, settling into a comfortable silence. You lay your head on his shoulder, finding comfort in his embrace.
Despite being excited to plan the date and enjoying getting dolled up, something about today was just too draining. Hope filled your heart that Luffy would sense something was wrong, but knowing his oblivious nature, you knew that you’d probably have to spell it out for him.
Luffy kissed the top of your head and looked towards the window. Although it’d barely been a couple minutes, the rain seemed to have grown more intense, now leaning towards a heavy storm. "Hey," he inquired, turning his attention back towards your face. "It's raining pretty hard outside, isn't it?"
You rose up, turning to look towards the window as well. You perk up, looking at how bad the rain’s gotten. “Maybe we really will be staying at home,” you thought to yourself as you turned towards Luffy, speaking aloud to him now. "Yeah, the rain is really heavy, isn't it?" You continue with a shrug, adding, "I wonder if our umbrellas will be able to withstand the harsh weather."
Luffy looks at you, noticing the hopeful gaze in your eyes and the way you had now nestled closely to him. He understood precisely what that meant. "Hey," he said, gently resting a hand on your shoulder. "I know we've planned this date out, but do you want to do a rain check? Maybe we should just stay in tonight instead."
You light up like a Christmas tree, but try your best to cover your excitement. “Yeah sure, can we cuddle up and watch a movie or something instead?”
A soft and knowing smile spreads across Luffy’s face as he speaks to you. "Of course babe," he replies, reassuringly. "Just get all cozy in bed, and I'll make some snacks for us. Okay?" His gentle and caring way of speaking makes your heart melt with butterflies, and your face cannot help but break into a grin.
You nod excitedly, rushing to the bedroom to get comfortable. Without hesitation, you change into sweatpants and a t-shirt and then dive back into bed, wrapping yourself tightly in your warmest blankets.
Luffy heads to the kitchen and reaches into the fridge, fetching a box of frozen jalapeno poppers. He tosses a few pieces into the air fryer, then leans against the counter and waits for the familiar chime of the machine to go off. Somewhere in him, Luffy knew that the evening might conclude like this. After dating you for over a year, he knew you like the back of his hand.
When he checked the morning forecast and saw that it was going to rain, he knew that you would want to snuggle up together. Every time it rained, you'd always snuggle up like a cat with your blanket and look for something to unwind so seeing you so excited to relax together was no surprise to him.
However, he also knew that you wouldn't bring it up because you didn't want to disappoint him by canceling the date. But at the end of the day, Luffy didn’t care whether you went out or not; he was just happy that he got to spend time with his favorite person. And to be honest, he was pretty exhausted himself.
The chime of the fryer brings Luffy out of his thoughts. He takes a plate and adds the poppers, along with some ketchup and a few of your preferred spicy chips, before heading into the bedroom.
Your face brightens as soon as you spot Luffy walking in with a plate of food. The movie was already playing when he climbed into bed and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close to him. Enveloped by his warmth, you snuggled closer to him, laying your head on his chest.
You were in pure bliss, with Luffy's body warmth and the softest blankets keeping you perfectly snug. You turned over, grabbing your laptop and gently placing it in between you two along with the plate full of snacks.
After a couple moments of looking through options, you both settled on the latest Puss in Boots movie. You had both come across a few ads about it and talked about watching it, so you and Luffy decided to give it a shot.
A few minutes in showed that it was a good decision. Glancing over at Luffy, you noticed his focused expression as he watched the screen with brows. You turned back to look at the movie, but the only thing you could concentrate on is how happy you were that it started raining.
✶ summary: you're mike's babysitter and you spend night after night taking care of abby. tonight you're exhausted and mike's the one taking care of you.
✶ pairing: mike schmidt x reader
✶ tags: no warnings, just fluff :)
✶ notes: a couple of people have requested me to make a part 2, so here it is! hope you guys like it :) i also just updated my Ao3, so please take a look there too <3
Mike felt the sunshine filtering through his curtains before he could fully wake up. Last night was the best sleep he'd ever gotten. He feels a warmth coming from nearby. "Thank God; the heater is finally fucking working," he thought.
He stretched his limbs or at least tried to. Right in his arms is you, cozied up right into his side and head rested on his arm. At first, he tries to pull his arm away, but after a couple of unsuccessful attempts, he accepts his fate and slumps back into the bed.
He racked his brain, trying to figure out how you got into his bed. After a couple of moments, he vaguely remembered how he carried you to bed after watching you fall fast asleep on the couch. At first, he was a little bit shocked that he’d be so forward, but he didn’t regret it.
After all, he wasn’t even able to pay you yet and you still took good care of Abby for him. The least he could do was give you a comfortable place to rest your head. Besides, he’d be lying if he said you hadn’t nestled your way into his heart. You just made his life easier, and he really liked you for that. You gave him peace even if it meant troubling you.
As he glanced in your direction, the gentle caress of sunlight tracing the contours of your face, casting a radiant glow upon you. There you were, serene as ever; he couldn't shake the feeling that he was trespassing upon a sacred moment.
A longing surged within him, an inexplicable desire to cradle you in his arms, if only for the briefest moment until you stirred awake. "Fuck it, she’s already on my arm anyway," he mused. He wrapped his other arm around you, pulling your body mere inches away from his chest.
Nestled against his chest, it felt as if you had found your sanctuary, snug and secure in his embrace—an endearing sight that tugged at Mike's heartstrings. Gently tucking a stray wisp of hair behind your ear, he couldn't help but release a contented sigh, savoring the delightful warmth of your presence.
As he surrendered to the joy of holding you close, a glance downward revealed a soft smile on your face, a tender expression that sent his heart aflutter. If he wasn’t so sleepy, he was sure that his cheeks would be flushed pink.
Nestling his head just above yours, he slowly closed his eyes, settling into the comfort of your embrace. There was nowhere Mike would rather be than right there in your arms. However, he wasn’t ready to fall asleep just yet. After a brief pause, he decided to set aside hesitation and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead.
He hoped one day in the future he’d be able to do that when you were awake. But that’d be a problem for when the both of you woke up. For now, he was just happy he got to sleep with you and he fell asleep.
He hoped one day he could muster the courage to make a move to do the same when you were awake, but for now, he settled back into his pillow. It didn’t take too long for Mike to fall asleep, a smile on his face that matched yours.
Hear me out. Softdom!Mike (fnaf) takes you to work with him and wants you to cockwarm him while he looks over the cams
˖⁺‧₊˚♡ checking the cameras ♡ ˚₊‧⁺
◉ summary: mike takes you to work, but you become incredibly bored incredibly quick. luckily, Mike has a solution for that.
◉ pairings: mike schmidt x reader
◉ tags: cockwarming, nicknames like love and baby
◉ notes: anon I literally adore you for this, i know in my bone marrow that Mike is a soft Dom!!! hope you like this short fic!
You were always a fan of true crime since you were little. So when your boyfriend, Mike, offered for you to come with him during a shift, you jumped at the opportunity. I mean the place was just riddled with mystery; I mean missing children at an entertainment place? You knew there had to be some sort of clue to what had happened so many years ago and you were going to get to the bottom of it.
You were expecting a fun night of snooping around, but Mike had said that was absolutely not allowed. It was understandable; he was working hard at this gig and he couldn't have anything fuck it up for him.
Nevertheless, it actively killed any excitement the pizzeria once had. It didn't take long for you to become absolutely mind-numbing bored. You'd practically done everything you could in Mike's office. Flip through manuals, make paper swans out of old napkins, watch the training VHS tapes, there was nothing more you could do within that office.
"Well, almost nothing," you thought, looking over to Mike. You had to admit, he looked pretty good in a uniform and it's not like you had anything better to do. You walked over to his chair and climbed in his lap, thighs trapping him down to his seat.
His focus shifted from the cameras to you, moving his hands to hold you up from the small of your back. "What's up love?" he asks with a soft but tired smile.
"Babe~!" you said dragging out each syllable. "I'm so bored...can I please just ride you?" you whine.
Mike's face flushes red, but it slowly leaves as he lets out a tired sigh. "As much as I'd love that, and truly I would, I'm too fucking tired for that and plus I've gotta watch these cameras baby."
You didn't want to push him, so you nod your head, dissapointment written all over your face. You lay your head in the crook of his neck; if you couldn't have his dick inside you, you were at least gonna cuddle him.
Mike hated to see you upset like this. How could he concentrate on work when his love was in his arms feeling so sad? He patted your back, making you sit back up. "Why don't you just cockwarm me for a bit love? Itd be nice to have you around me while I look at the cameras."
You nodded enthusiastically, happy at the compromise. You quickly reached to pull your shorts off, leaving you in your panties as you ground down on his crotch. Mike put his hands on your hips, pulling you up just enough for him to unzip and push his pants down just enough for you to have access to him. He placed you back in his lap gently and you conrinued to grind down on him, feeling his erection poke through his boxers.
It didn't take long for you to pull down your panties and line yourself up with Mike, impatient to have him inside you. You slowly slipped the tip in, hissing at the stretch.
"Fuck baby, you're so tight~" Mike groaned out. You loved how raspy his voice would get every time you both messed around. You slipped all of him inside you, finally bringing your hips down to his. His dick filled you up in all the right places; although it was average in size, it made up in length with thickness.
Instinctively, you started to raise your hips to ride him, before feeling Mike's hands on your side again, pulling you back down roughly. "Remember you're just cockwarming. Don't disobey okay? If you're good for me, maybe we can mess around later after my shift."
"Ugh~ fine," you say reluctantly, sinking back into his chest.
He chuckles at how much you wanted him. "Good girl," he says, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.
Something about being so close to Mike managed to make you sleepy and although you did your best to prevent it, you felt your eyes close.
You woke up to Mike tapping your back again to let you know it was time to go back home. You look up at him groggily before noticing you'd been cockwarming him all shift. Mike wordlessly helped put your clothes back on and led you back to his car, letting you sleep in the back seat as he drove him.
After checking in on Abby and sending the babysitter away, he brought you to his bedroom, gently laying you down on his bed. You instinctively pull the blanket around you, only to have it ripped away a few seconds later, the cold air now jolting you awake.
You look up to see Mike above you, blanket in hand and a smile stretched across his face. "Baby you can't go to sleep just yet. I have to reward you for being so good don't I?" he said in a low voice.
✶ summary: you're mike's babysitter and you spend night after night taking care of abby. tonight you're exhausted and mike's the one taking care of you.
✶ pairing: mike schmidt x reader
✶ tags: no warnings, just fluff :)
✶ notes: i haven't finished the fnaf movie, but i've been a fan of the series for such a long time and i absolutely love it so far!! here's a short little fic that i've been thinking about for a couple days; i just really like the babysitter reader headcanon and had to write something with that <3
You gaze at the clock, which read 3:26 a.m. You sighed in disappointment. Although only a few minutes had passed by, it seemed like it’d be forever till Mike came home. You’d spent all night taking care of Abby and as lovely as she was, you were exhausted.
The whole night had been spent cooking and playing and looking after her and by the time she fell asleep, you could barely stay awake yourself. You couldn’t keep your eyes open any longer. Before you knew it, you felt your eyes slowly close and you fell fast asleep on the couch.
After some time has passed, you hear the door open, though you felt too tired to care in the moment. You are a light sleeper, but in your state, you could barely decipher Mike's softly spoken words as he came in. You sense his presence moving about the kitchen and you guessed he was just fixing himself a meal. You sink into the sofa, exhausted, lying down on the couch to catch some more sleep. What felt like a couple of moments later, you felt arms around you.
At first, you assumed it was Abby, trying to wake you up for a glass of water. However, when you sense yourself being lifted into the air, you quickly realized it had to have been Mike trying to get you off the couch. It confused you, but it was far too early in the morning for you to be able to care. You drift off once again, too fatigued to comprehend much more.
You wake up in the middle of the night to find yourself on a mattress and not the couch cushions you remember seeing. You look around, taken aback to discover Mike by your side, fast asleep and limbs splayed out. Taking in your environment, you notice a few dirty shirts, a couple of books about dreams and a Nebraska poster up above you.
You deduced that this was Mike’s room, but you had no clue what you were doing here with him, in his bed of all places. That’s when you put two and two together: Mike must’ve carried you here after seeing you asleep on the couch
You laid back on the bed and looked towards him. You had to admit, he looked pretty cute. He looked so peaceful right now; it seemed like he didn’t have a care in the world, a stark difference from his usual furrowed brows and dark circles. And for someone who didn’t have time to go to the gym, his arms were pretty muscular. You’d always thought he was attractive, but tonight definitely painted him in a whole new light.
You didn’t know what compelled you to do it, but you scooched forward so that your head was just a few inches from his chest. Although he’d been in a small sweaty office for most of the night, he honestly smelled pretty good; he smelled like pine and rain. His presence lulled you to sleep, and you soon fell back asleep.
You felt a subtle tug across your body, and to your surprise, it was his arm embracing you, pulling you towards his chest. You couldn’t complain though; it definitely felt nice. You closed your eyes again, a soft smile stretching across your face. You didn’t know where this would go when you both woke up, but for now, you were too blissful to care.
