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Marvel (MCU)

Steve Rogers x Gn!reader word count:425

Steven Grant x Gn!Reader - Valentines Mix up word count:393

Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader - Valentines Edition word count:440

Matt Murdock x Gn!Reader - Valentines Day Craft word count:404

My Hero Academia

How you met them

Pro Hero Eijiro Kirishima word count: 314

Pro Hero Denki Kaminari word count: 350

Pro Hero Izuku Midoriya word count: 907

Pro Hero Katsuki Bakugo word count: 366

Pro Hero Kiyoka Jiro word count: 643

Pro Hero Shoto Todoroki word count: 319

Pro Hero Hitoshi Shinsou word count: 318

Tamaki Amajiki

A Small Miscommunication word count: 1013

A Friend Of A Friend word count:2.1k

Katsuki Bakugo

Mutual Agreement word count: 1021

Fumikage Tokoyami

A Night To Remember word count: 1279

Izuku Midoriya

Sugar Daddy Pro Hero Deku x Reader

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warnings: pure fluff, reader regrets their gift choice for a bit

It wasn’t hard for Matt to tell that you were hiding something, the violent pounding of your heart every time the topic of dates and valentines day had come up was consistent for almost 3 weeks.

He found it endearing how hard you were trying to keep your secret. But unfortunately for you, he had a bit of an unfair advantage in this area, it was like putting a pro football player against, well, you. 

It wasn’t like he was trying to catch you out…it was just a little hard not to.

Which is why, when he came home from a day at the office with Foggy, he did his best to act surprised at your gesture. To act like he couldn’t hear your bustling around his apartment from down the street, anxiously busying yourself. To act like he couldn’t smell the residual fabric on your hands from your ‘secret project’ over the past few weeks.

When he stepped through the front door he feigned shock hearing you in his living room. as you ran to him, throwing your arms around his broad shoulders and wishing him a happy valentines day.

Immediately you knew something was up. 

Of course he knew.

At least you still had one up on him, he didn’t know what your gift was…right?

You’d noted his hatred for certain fabrics and his comparison to sandpaper early on in your relationship, so, being a creative person, you decided to show how much his comfort mattered to you with a gesture.

 After locating the softest possible fabric from his list of safe materials, you got to work, you crafted a large blanket for him, large enough for the both of you to sit comfortably under it. In an effort to make it interesting for him through touch, you created patterns and shapes on the top side of the blanket, hiding your stitches to reduce contact. 

Despite how much you’d loved the idea, waiting for him to come home had allowed time for uncertainty to fester in your gut, what if he thought it was stupid? After all the work you’d put in, you’d probably cry. The idea of him hating it and pretending to like it made you feel even worse. 

But, when you gave it to him, allowing him to feel your handiwork atop the project, the bright smile that lit up his face told you all you needed to know. 

image creds: @jamjjamm

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Steve was a classic gentleman, flowers and opening doors engrained so deeply into his brain from growing up in the 1920’s. Which is probably why he was a little reluctant when you suggested he let you plan your activity for the day, but of course being Steve, he said yes. 

He showed up at your door early in the afternoon, meeting you at the doorstep with a bouquet of your favourite flowers and that stupidly charming smile. He’d dressed as best he could based on your horrendously vague description of your plans but, as you’d reminded him while he tried to coax more information out of you, you believed he’d look good in anything.

‘Wear something you don't care about and bring a nice change of clothes’

Is all you’d told him, prompting him to express lighthearted fear of what you had planned for him.

You let him in with a soft peck on the cheek, stepping away to put the flowers into some water. 

He stepped into your living room with no specific expectations, however he still found it in himself to be surprised at what he saw laid out in front of him. Across the coffee table laid various assortments of art supplies, mostly focused around paint. Fresh jars of water sat ready in the center, with canvases propped against random household objects, a candle stick and some kind of ceramic figure. He listened out to you in the kitchen, filling the vase, and its then that he notices the music playing from the corner of the room. A record player that you certainly didn’t have before was playing the music of a random singer from the 40’s.

Meekly you peeked your head around into the room, craning your neck to see Steve's reaction. You’d hoped to give him something that felt normal. Remind him of the thing that was constant in his life, even before he was Captain America. Art. 

The softening of his brow and the gentle smile that graced his lips told you that you’d at least not offended him enough to have him storm off and leave. He set his bag containing his change of clothes down and kneeled to the floor. You followed suit, trying to act as if you weren’t just watching him like some kind of fan, and you began to list off the many items you had in front of you. 

As you watched his beautifully calm focus while he worked, you decided the two of you needed nothing more. Sneaking off under the guise of going to the bathroom, you cancelled your reservation and ordered take out for delivery.

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You’d been planning this out for weeks, the one day a year where you could finally show your boyfriend just how much he means to you. You’d thought as hard as possible and worked to plan out things that you knew he would love, that speak to how well you know him. In the craze of it all it was no surprise you let some things slip your mind.

You’d focussed so hard on what you were going to be together, so much on keeping it a secret that you kinda forgot to mention it to Steven. So, as a result of your horrendous planning, you’d both planned something. 

It started early, with Steven waking you up with your favourite breakfast in bed followed by you presenting a gift you’d decided screamed Steven the moment you saw it.

The problems began when you both started getting ready for the day, you tried to give him a nudge in the direction of how dressed up he should be, and he just looked at you blankly with a tilted head. Blinking a few times he righted his head and seemed to decide this was just you wanting a certain vibe for the day and moved on. 

Only when he took the lead and started leading you in what was the opposite direction of the train station you needed to be at in 10 minutes did you realise your fuck up. 

‘Uhh Steven?’

A soft hum in response

‘Steven.’

He felt the tug of your hand as you stopped behind him, keeping them linked as he turned around.

‘Come on love, we’re gonna be late’

‘Yes we are so why are you taking us this way?’

‘What are you talking about?’

You both stared for a moment

‘Oh’

‘Yeah, oh…what are we gonna do Steven?’

You both shared what you had planned out for the day, him having apparently made the same mistake you did. Your heart melted as he went on about the details of it, the extent of how much care he’d taken to make you happy, releasing a swarm of butterflies in your chest. 

In the interest of making things fair, you each compromised, losing an aspect of your plans to fit the others. 

I mean, would it really be a date with Steven Grant if the most avoidable things didn’t go wrong?

Image creds: @jamjjamm

Warnings: None, just awkward reader, reader has no physical description

Word Count:425

Like most people in the world, you’d followed the great ‘Captain America’s extremely public life story. From the memorials posted in his honour you’d waded through on spontaneous city trips with your friends, to the blaring and very hard to miss headlines when he’d been pulled from the ice. You’d cheered with friends and it had felt much more like watching a movie than a live event. You’d watched with bated breath as he and the avengers stopped the city from being destroyed by an alien raid. It was probably the reason you found it so hard to imagine him as a regular person, doing anything other than saving the world. 

But there he was, not even 2 metres away from you, and he was DEFINITELY a real person, he was also most certainly not saving the world at the moment. Unless taking down bad guys involved scouring the herbs and spices aisle of a grocery store. He must have been used to being gawked at because, despite your closeness and glaringly obvious staring problem, he remained focused on the rack of spices in front of him.

Up close, you could make out a lot of details that were lost in the dusty haze that marred the quality of the cameras that stalked him after a battle, or the grainy, deteriorating memorabilia plastered along the walls of museums. Details like, for example, the deep parallel creases that ran vertically between his brows, a physical manifestation of his years brooding and world hero stuff. 

You knew you should stop staring. Of course you should…but oh my god he was gorgeous. 

When he finally made his choice and turned away from the shelf, his eyes met yours and a soft but deliciously charming smile graced his chiseled features. You swore your neck had never moved as fast as it did, whipping to face the items in front of you, trying your best to act interested in the various types of herbs laid out at your eye level. You could feel his eyes lingering on you for a moment, and you did all you could to stop yourself from returning the look.

The next time you saw him on tv, it felt different. Less like a show, and more like watching a person. A real person that you had seen fighting to keep your home safe. You couldn’t wait til you needed to stock up on groceries again, so that maybe, you could run into him again, and thank him personally. Take the chance to show your gratitude.

Photo creds:@jamjjamm

Divider creds:@aquazero

Word count: 562

Warnings: none, general fluff, sugar daddy/sugar baby

A/n: wip to test out a different idea to usual

Summary: In a sleep deprived state you meet a mysterious stranger on a dating site you'd all but given up on

Masterlist

You wish you could say you met him before he was a pro hero, but that would just be a lie. You also wish you could say you weren’t with him for his money, but that would just be another lie. Not that you actually have to talk about your relationship with the pro hero, it being a secret and all

You met him on a pretty sketchy website that advertised ‘sugar daddies’, in desperate need of help paying off your university student loans, you caved and began searching. You met a bunch of duds who wanted nudes upfront, that just made you shudder and consider abandoning the website all together. It was like a normal dating app, being immediately sexualised or given the driest conversation known to man and expected to somehow be interested. It was absolutely exhausting, and you began to use the site less and less. Your work and school commitments getting in your way.

Most hope was lost after a couple of months of texting the older guys on the site. Until one night you were idoly scrolling, laid on your side under your cosy covers. You tried, and failed to stifle a yawn, eyes watering as they clench shut, your right hand came up to your face and the back of your hand pressed against your gaping lips. The glare of your phone caused you to squint your now sensitive eyes, the ding of a notification from your semi-abandoned website drawing your eyes to the time in the corner of the screen.

2:14am

Well shit. You were SUPPOSED to go to sleep early, your recent sleep debt building to an unfixable amount with your intense workload from your courses and all the extra shifts you picked up in an attempt to simply get by, to just pay your rent. 

The message had come through from an anonymous sender, never a good sign. But you guess in your sleep deprived state, that little voice of logic got rugby slammed into a wall. Before you thought twice, your index finger inched towards the notification, opening up the site. The message read:

‘Hello! Tell me about yourself!’

Well that's not much to go on, but that's expected of an anonymous account-ooo maybe he was famous or something and didn’t want his fans to find him! That means lots of money, this site may work out after all. Either way, him asking about you and not dominating the conversation talking about only himself was a first. Too good to be true.

You warily stare at the message for sometime, before giving into impulse and deciding to respond, giving him your name and other basic details that weren’t too personal. His responses came almost immediately, shocking you a little at first but you quickly got used to it. As the conversation crawled along, your responses slowed, unable to keep up with the previous pace, your eyelids began to droop, your tired state preventing you from supporting their weight. As they begin the water and the fuzz takes over your vision, you just barely manage to make out the three dots disappearing and reappearing, before a short but sweet message comes through.

‘Get some sleep, its late ❤️’

A small smile tugs at your lips before your eyes lock shut, phone slipping from your hands into the mattress, the conversation left open. 

A Friend Of A Friend

Pairing: Tamaki Amajiki x Gn!Reader

Word count: 2.1k

Warnings: fluff, mention of vomit/vomiting, drinking/alcohol consumption (reader themself doesn't explicitly drink)

In your first year at ua high school, you had been so excited to be accepted into UA HIGH SCHOOLS’ support course. A chance to pursue your life's dream, working in real time with future heroes, the best of the best. YOU would get to attribute to their success and work on their complex costumes. You knew it was going to be competitive, and you were ready for that, completely 100% devoted to your goal. Nothing could distract you…except maybe a really cute boy from the hero course.

Early into your second year, maybe the third or fourth week, a bubbly girl with a million questions came knocking on the door of the workshop. She cut you off before you could answer any of her questions, bouncing around and expressing her curiosity about your quirk. 

You clear your throat to gain her attention. ‘Are you here for something? Is there an issue with your support items?’

At the mention of her problem, she re-focuses and begins rambling about her new ideas for modifications on her suit, mostly leaving it open ended for your creative freedom, simply suggesting solutions to go along with her side effects. You noted down all of the problems, branching off with a mix of yours and her designs as you go, only nodding and humming to show her you were listening.

After that original (unplanned) consultation, you saw the girl more and more. Whether it was you seeking her out to check the measurements and fit of your support items or her coming eagerly to observe your progress, you were basically seeing her everyday. You learnt how to slip your short answers into your conversations with her, actually becoming quite close. Your relationship developed into walking through the halls together and eventually hanging out, outside of school.     

In your third year you were definitely friends, however a little less close, you went from best friends to seeing each other maybe once a week. This wasn’t to say that you guys had a fight or grew apart or anything, your schooling responsibilities simply took priority, and with her being a member of UAs ‘big three’ she barely had time for goofing off with you like you used to.                   

You were okay with this, knowing you both had your dreams, but sometimes you wish you could just go back to your second year and be carefree and gossip about the cute boys at your school with her. Now you pass each other in the halls with a smile and a wave, going your separate ways. You see her with the two other members of the big three, Mirio Togata and Tamaki Amajiki.

Wow. 

They were so cool.

Fumikage Tokoyami x Shy Alt Reader

Word count: 1279

Warnings: self depricating thoughts, pining, reader being excluded/ avoided, general fluff, reader is gender neutral

Summary: You've had a crush on your feathered schoolmate for over 2 years, what happens when you run into each other at a concert. Inspired by @faulty-writes Tokoyami x Goth Reader headcannon.

Many people overlooked the feathered hero in training, setting their sights on the flashier students such as Bakugo and Midoriya. But you had your sights set on the quiet, dark boy. His fascinating quirk, his laid back attitude.

As a member of general studies, there weren’t many chances for you to talk to him. Not that you would be able to anyway, having been a stuttering mess the first and last you’d tried to talk to him in the hallways, asking him to move so you could get past. Even if you could talk to him, why would a future pro hero want someone like you, not even nobel enough to try out for the hero course.

He was so amazingly unique and interesting and you were just you, who gets shunned by your classmates for the way you dress, accessorise your uniform and even the music you listen to. You had to buy heavy duty headphones to listen to your music in the dorms without getting dirty looks and angry visits from your classmates telling you to ‘turn that shit off’ no matter how quiet it was playing. You know for a fact that you watch the same show as a few of them, having overheard them talking about it but been too anxious to interrupt, afraid of being judged. They weren’t mean per say, but they were always a little standoffish with you, like they expected you to pounce on them at any moment. You were able to work civilly on group projects, but they never tried to connect with you like they did with each other, and you were too nervous to start the conversations on your own.

The first time you saw Tokoyami was in the sports festival in your first year, watching with awe as he kept his team in the running during the cavalry battle and how well he had fared in the one on one battles. His quirk fascinated you, the gorgeous abyssal creature that resided within him, dark shadow, was so complex in nature. All you wanted was to sit and listen to Tokoyami tell you all the details of his companion and how his quirk worked.