Bed Sharing - Blog Posts

My best friend and I have been sharing beds since we were 5. So when my husband said I was a bed hog she knew he had no idea what he was talking about 😂 this weekend we shared a bed for my Bachelorette and she goes "I knew this man was lying" 💀 he genuinely believes its me and not him lmao

Lovers in the Night

A short drabble for cuddly, night-time, tododeku feels.

Rating: General Audiences Relationships: Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto Additional Tags: Bed-Sharing, Love, Established Relationship, Stormy Nights, Soft, Fluff Words: 528

A loud clap of thunder shattered through the air, the noise startling Shouto from his dreamless sleep. The shock to his system forced his heart to a rapid pace, matching the beat of the rain pounding down his window frame. He turned on his right side to watch the lightning strike the sky, illuminating the world in its energetic dance.

Shouto never liked storms all that much, but he couldn’t deny the beauty of the atmosphere as the rain and thunder played its chaotic symphony, the beautiful bolts of lightning stringing a spiderweb of light and shadow. The night tried to suffocate the stubborn light, but it always came back again to fight another battle in their unending war. Shouto looked to his nightstand, the red glow of his alarm clock glaring back at him. 3am. He sighed. Only 2 more hours until he’d have to get up for the morning shift at work.

He laid back down and stared at the ceiling, willing sleep to come. If he just kept thinking calm thoughts, eventually he’d fall asleep. He hoped. Of course, this method had never worked in the past, but that didn’t stop him from trying. Cold air filtered through the vent, causing Shouto to shiver. He really should get the heating fixed, especially since winter was closing in. Even though he could control his body heat, he preferred sleeping at a comfortable temperature. Plus..... Well, his boyfriend needed to be warm, too. Shouto shifted to his left side, watching his lover’s deep, even breaths. By the light of the lightning bolts, Shouto examined Izuku’s wild green curls splayed across his pillow, his soft features relaxed while he drifted through his dreams. Shouto tucked a few stray strands behind Izuku’s ear and caressed his cheek with his thumb. Watching this peaceful scene, an outsider would not guess the constant strain of Izuku’s strenuous workload. Right now, though, he slept through the raging storm outside, blissfully unaware of the chaos. Good, Shouto thought. Izuku deserved to rest. Carefully, Shouto moved closer to Izuku, wrapping his arm around his body. He curled around Izuku, sliding into the natural spaces made by his limbs. Shouto nestled his head into the soft nest of Izuku’s curls, a small smile pulling at his lips. They fit together so well it was hard to tell where one man began and the other ended. Shouto breathed in deeply, memorizing the coconut scent of Izuku’s hair. Though Shouto had tried to move slowly, his movements roused Izuku into semi-awareness. “Shou’?” Izuku murmured, turning his head slightly. “Shh,” Shouto said. He kissed Izuku’s hair. “Go back to sleep.” Izuku nodded his head and shifted closer to Shouto, pressing his back to Shouto’s chest. In their silence, the storm outside continued to pour down their windows.

“Rain’s loud,” Izuku mumbled. He sighed. “But you’re warm.” Shouto huffed a small laugh. Shaking his head, he kissed Izuku’s head again. Then, he whispered, “I love you, ‘Zuku.” Izuku hummed with content. “I love you, Shou’.” With the warmth of one another to ward off the war outside, they fell asleep, tangled together in a mess of limbs. And, love.