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Masterlist

All are written with a gender neutral reader unless specified otherwise

MHA

-- Multiple Characters

How They Show Love (EraserMic x Reader)

Why Are You Awake (Bakusquad)

Part One

Part Two

Stealing Their Clothes

Part One (Pro Heroes)

Haikyuu

-- Nishinoya

Mafia Collab

Ouran

- Nothing here yet

[hizashiiis]

Sooooo. Theoretically. If I were writing something for Haikyuu. Who would we want to see?

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Pro Heroes + Stealing Their Clothes

Ok wow I’ve been gone for like two months. But I made u some content. Here is something no one asked for, and only one point five people will read. 

Characters: Hizashi Yamada (Present Mic), Shouta Aizawa (Eraserhead), Toshinori Yagi (All Might), Emi Fukukado (Ms. Joke), and Keigo Takami (Hawks)

Word Count: About 600 per person

Warnings: None as far as I’m aware. In Toshi’s it mentions that the shirt is huge on reader. But that’s bc it’s an All Might shirt and that man is canonically like seven feet tall even when he’s not muscle boy. Hmm. Besides that I think we good! Reader is referred to with gender neutral (they/them) pronouns. 

Genre: Fluff

Hizashi Yamada

- This bitch. I just know he actively encourages this. 

- He thinks he’s being subtle, he really does. 

- But when he bounces into the room holding an armful of his various jackets, ranging from leather to denim, fuzzy to hoodies, you can’t help but think he almost definitely wants something. 

- The something is for you to wear his clothes. 

- He finally succeeds in his mission (affectionately dubbed in his mind as “Mission Impossible: Y/N In a Present Mic Hoodie) one day while he’s teaching. 

- He had left his favorite hoodie, one he only really wore at home, yet usually took with him to work, on the couch, balled up from where he’d been cuddling with it (more on that particular subject in a later hc)

- This was, of course, the perfect opportunity. 

Hizashi’s comfort item smelled just like he did. It was the melody of rain, or perhaps the taste of fresh kimchi. It was loud in a comforting way. Quite reminiscent of the energetic man you had come to love dearly. 

You slipped the fabric over your shoulders, letting the feeling of it settle against you. A small sigh escaped you at the warmth of it. Even though it had been left on the cushion a few hours ago, it felt like it had been pulled straight from the dryer. 

Laying down against the uncomfortable decorative pillows on the couch, you felt your senses dim. You were entranced by the sweater, and you let it invade your mind. Images of Hizashi wearing the sweater on various dates and excursions danced around your closed eyelids. You felt yourself falling into a pleasant sleep. Not a full sleep, but a gentle doze, much like one might have by putting their head on their desk after they finish a standardized exam. The quiet lull of the room around you, the memories of your lover, the comfort of the sweater; they all worked to pull you into a dreamlike state. 

Hours passed unnoticed, and before long, you were aware in the back of your mind of the door to your home opening and closing. Energetic footsteps moved in the general direction of the living room, stopping a few times in other rooms. Methodical, like a hero should be. 

Hizashi finally got to the room you were in. He was going to call out to you, to say a silly greeting like he usually did. But before he could, he saw your sleeping shape curled up on the couch. Wearing his favorite hoodie. Of all the jackets and things he’d offered (including his socks on one occasion) he’d never thought to let you wear this one. But here you were, lying in it. And he swore he’d never seen a more perfect sight. 

He walked carefully over to you, his breathing purposefully gentle so as not to wake you. Coming to the couch, he sat as delicately as a 6’1” behemoth of a man can, especially when the man in question is a DJ who bases his entire public identity on being loud as hell. All this to say, he immediately roused you from the depths of your peaceful slumber. 

You weren’t particularly bothered. You smiled at him softly, placing a soft hand on top of his own, which was currently resting awkwardly next to you. 

“Hi, ‘Zashi. I think I heard you come in…” Your voice was heavy with sleep, and he felt a little bad for waking you. Or, he would have felt bad, had you not sounded absolutely adorable with your brain foggy like that. 

“Hi, angel. Nice sweater you’ve got there.” He grinned while he said the last part, gesturing to his clothing zipped around you. You giggled, snuggling back into the couch and attempting to pull him with you. He followed happily, sighing as he settled against your side. 

“Yeah,” you said. “It belongs to my favorite person.”

Shouta Aizawa

- So fun fact! Shouta is quite conflicted about you wearing his things

- On the one hand, cute partner wear him clothes!! Cute partner v cute!!!!

- On the other hand, pls don’t fuck with his stuff.

- To combat this constant mental dissonance, he has a box of Designated Stealable Items

- Anything you can find in the box is free to steal and wear. 

- He often puts things in the box as an experiment, like “well, maybe it’s okay if they wear my favorite black sweater” but then takes them out after a few days because he doesn’t actually like that.

- But some things are permanent box items. These are items that he wears frequently enough that they retain his scent and general feel, but also you wear them often too. 

- Also sometimes, he stops wearing a particular thing, just because he thinks you look way better in it, so it leaves the box and migrates to your closet. 

- His favorite to see you in is a fuzzy black hoodie with cat ears on it that someone (probably Joke or Zashi) bought him as a joke. He never wears it outside the house, but he wears it on movie nights with you. And you wear it the entire rest of the time. 

“Hey kitty-cat. What’cha doing?” He doesn’t look up when he hears you come in to the little office you guys put your computers in. He simply stretches his arm out and pats his thigh. You take this to mean “hey come here and sit on my lap please,” so you go do just that. 

Curling an arm around your waist, he feels the soft material of the cat hoodie. He hums and smiles a small bit, finally looking up at you on his lap, eagerly awaiting your response to his question. 

“Not much, love, just missed you. Still grading?” You ask, shifting a bit to sit more comfortably in his lap, running a hand through his hair. He nods, lifting the bundle of papers in his hand. 

“I think if these kids cared any less about writing papers, they would just not come to class. For wanting to be professional heroes, they resist learning criminal law like the plague.” You laugh a bit, looking down at the papers in question. True to his word, it appears that under the question “What should a hero do when faced with a criminal committing petty theft?” Bakugou has written “Just kill them, obviously.” You point at the response with a single raised brow, looking to your lover with suspicion. 

“Is he serious?”

Much to your disappointment, Shouta nods with a sigh. “He tends to say this on every question that asks what to do with a criminal. Moving on though, let’s talk about you. You look nice. I like your sweater.”

“Do you now? Thank you. It’s actually my partner’s. I’ll tell him you like it.” You smile down to him, watching the way he rolls his eyes, a fond smile playing at his lips. 

“You should tell him I think his partner is hot and I’m gonna steal them from him.” He grasps your waist more firmly, pulling you closer into his chest. You go easily, cuddling into this sudden display of affection. While not uncommon, each of Shouta’s advancements come with a bit of anxiety on his part. You do your best to alleviate this by reciprocating with at least twice the attention he’s given you. He seems to appreciate this, as he’s now fully set aside his work, choosing instead to lift you up and carry you into the living room, setting you down in front of the television set. 

You look at him rushing about the apartment, head tilted slightly in an indication of your confusion. “Sho? What, uh.. What’re you doin there bud?”

He stops in front of you, various items nearly spilling out of his abnormally large hands. “That’s the movie night hoodie. So it’s movie time now.” He says this as if it should be perfectly expected, finally plopping his collection of things down on the end of the couch, followed by himself directly next to you. “Ok quick…”

“Yes?” You inquire, still looking at him incredulously. 

“What movie do you wanna watch?” He says this in the exact monotone he uses in front of his class, but the gleam of excitement in his eye says that he might be a bit more interested in this than he’s letting on.

You pretend to contemplate for exactly three seconds before saying what you always say, “The entire Pixar filmography, in chronological order that fits in accordance with the Pixar theory.” 

He pretends to hate your suggestion for exactly five seconds before grinning widely, winking at you, and turning on the television to show it already connected to Disney+. 

Toshinori Yagi

- So it’s kinda hard to wear most of his clothes, purely because they’re designed to be able to fit both civilian and hero Toshi. In other words, they look baggy on a tiny person and uncomfortably tight on a larger person. 

- No matter one’s body weight/fat distribution, you will look like banana encrusted garbage in anything he owns. 

- So if you’re going to wear his shirts, you do so at night. You can wear the All Might form shirts as night clothes. No matter your size, they will hang off your body like a nightdress because he’s fuckin huge in that form. 

- He finds this adorable. He’s already prone to nosebleeds, but when you show up wearing his shirt, wrapped in a blanket, begging him to stop working and go to sleep already, his nose just… flood. 

- You stopped finding that gross like two weeks into your relationship, so you kinda think that’s cute now. 

- Anyway. He loves you in his clothes, but he loves even more sleeping next to you when you’re in them. 

- Cuddling next to you while you’re drowning in soft fabric feels like a combination of an extra blanket and a large, human-sized plushie that is warm. 

“Toshi.” He tenses up, hearing your ‘why tf are you working at eleven pm’ voice. He turns around in his chair slowly, meeting your gaze for just about half a second before his eyes snap down to the enormous shirt engulfing you. It was bright yellow, a color that you didn’t usually wear, but it was his favorite color. He blushed up to his ears, nose beginning to trickle a bit of blood down past his lips. 

“Yes, darling?” He tried the innocence approach, hoping that you would think he truly didn’t know what time it was. You noticed. 

“It’s super late, Toshi. I’ve been laying in that bed for like four hours now, and I miss you. So if you don’t mind, please kindly get your ass to bed.” You spoke calmly, words turning sharp at calculated points. You see him pale slightly, which you would feel bad about, if you didn’t have to do this every single night.

He nods quickly, wiping the blood from his face as discreetly as possible. Which, to be fair, is not very discreet considering the blood had been running in streams down his chin. But he really does try. 

He stands up from his chair, legs wavering and back making gruesome sounding clicks and pops. He presses his fingers to the bridge of his nose, muttering a quiet “woah” under his breath. You rush to his side, attempting to steady him. He takes hold of your shoulder, getting his legs to cooperate while his feet regain feeling. 

“Toshi, did you eat since you got home? Or had water? When was the last time you stood up from that chair?” Your tone turns softly concerned, having not realized how much he had been neglecting himself. Come to think of it, before you had gone to lay down, he had been right there, in that exact position. Had he really not moved at all in those four hours?

He thought for a moment, which was already kind of a bad sign. “I did eat, I remember that. I had the stuff you made. The omelet thing.” You nod. “But I haven’t had any water. And I haven’t stood up since I ate that about three hours ago.” You nod again, slowly this time. While none of that was ideal, you didn’t want to berate him about it. 

“Ok, my darling. Could you go into the bedroom and lay down? I’m going to get you some water.” He smiled at you, and turned to leave.

“Ah, wait!” He looked back at you quizzically. “Do you want ice in your water?” He laughed at how serious you sounded asking him that before walking back over to you, kissing the top of your head, and turning to leave again. 

“Ice, please.”

You get the water and return to the bedroom to find a suddenly very sleepy Toshi. He has a little smile on his face when he sees you, and he sits up to drink his water, continuing to smile at you as he drinks.

“What? You’re looking at me funny.” you flick his arm, wondering what could possibly have him looking at you like a lovesick puppy. 

“I love when you wear my shirts.” He responds simply, tugging you to sit next to him so he can wrap an arm around your shoulders as he finishes his drink. You feel your face heat a bit at his words, choosing not to say anything to that admission. 

When the water is gone, the cup of leftover ice now abandoned on the bedside table, Toshi pulls you to lay next to him, wrapping his arms around you entirely, nudging ever closer whenever he feels the urge. 

For some reason, you think you might wear this shirt to sleep more often. 

Emi Fukukado

- To be honest, she used to hate when people wore her clothes. 

- Something about knowing she wasn’t in control of her things, even if just for a moment. It bothered her

- But for reasons unknown to her and you alike, she actively encourages you to wear her things.

- Well, not anything. Just one in particular.

- She has a crew neck sweatshirt from back in her pre-heroism days. It looks kinda funny. It’s supposed to be bright orange, but the shoulders and top of the back are blotchy with bleach stains and blue-green hair dye. 

- You found it in a box one time, and when you showed her, you could swear her laugh could be heard around the block.

- She had insisted you put it on immediately, saying something about the “inherent romanticism of sharing a hair dye shirt”

- Though you had rolled your eyes, you were not resisting when she pulled it over your head.  

- And as a result, it was sort of your favorite shirt now. 

- If not for the comfiness of the material, then it was the way that Emi blushed when you walked in wearing it. 

Yawning, you walked into the kitchen, arms stretched up above your head. You threw open the fridge doors, sluggishly looking at the available options before grabbing eggs and a bell pepper. Emi liked omelets, right? Yeah. You were pretty sure she did. You couldn’t remember through the intense brain fog that comes with waking up early. 

Across the hall, you heard the shower water turn off. You rushed to start cooking, chopping up the peppers into cubes as evenly as one can when one is in a hurry to feed one’s pro hero girlfriend before she leaves to teach a group of hero class kids. Luckily, you did not cut your appendages with the large knife you were using. 

A pair of soft yet energetic footsteps pattered in the direction of the kitchen, and you were now a bit closer to having breakfast ready. Eggs were in the pan, peppers being sprinkled on top. A warm, damp set of arms wound their way around your stomach, and Emi’s face was now pressed in the crook of your neck. 

“Good morning. You like omelets, right?” you turned your head slightly to try to catch her eyes, mostly only getting glimpses of her water-darkened hair on your shoulder. 

She nodded, lifting her head a bit to smile at you. “I like everything you cook.” She stepped back from you, pulling herself up to sit on the counter beside you. Finally taking in your appearance, she noticed the orange sweatshirt you were wearing. Her face turned a light pink, but she kept staring. “You look good today.” she said, reaching out to toy with your sleeve. 

You laughed. “Yeah? Glad you think so. You look beautiful.” You turned your head away a bit, not wanting her to see the dopey smile that had taken over your face. You always grinned like a teenager when she complimented you. Especially when it was about this shirt. It had some sort of romantic-psychological hold over the two of you. 

When you turned your head back, she was closer than before. Her eyes were sparkling; the usual dark green turning a more seafoam color. Her face inches from yours. She was giggling, pleased by the expression of surprise that had fallen over you. 

“Thanks for cooking for me.” she said, gripping your shirt to pull you in for a gentle kiss. When you pulled back, she glanced down at the pan of eggs with a grin. “Try not to burn them though.”

Keigo Takami

- There is no “he likes when you wear his clothes”

- That’s no longer a thing.

- Because he doesn’t just like it. It is required.

- If you aren’t wearing a shirt of his, or his sweatpants, or at least some merch of his, then it’s probably because he’s done something wrong. 

- Which is not very frequent. He’s an incredibly attentive partner, and anything he does wrong is likely because he took a joke too far or because he didn’t know what to say in a particular situation. 

- All this to say: you pretty much exclusively wear his clothes, so it doesn’t really faze him anymore.

- UNLESS

- Unless you wear this one shirt. 

- It is flannel, and very large. It looks like he beat up a lumberjack and stole his shirt. It’s his favorite to see you in. 

- When you wear it, he fully stops what he’s doing. Just scoops you up and tells you it’s cuddle time.

- And if you’re sleeping already, he lays down next to you and like,,, nuzzles into you. 

- If you’ve ever seen birds do that puffy feather/preening thing. That is what he does. 

Keigo has been walking in circles around your shared apartment for hours now. You’ve been gone all day, and he thought he would get to see you right after he’d finished patrols early that morning. But it appeared at this moment that he might not get to see you for a while. 

He knows, logically, that you’ve just gone to work. That since it’s nearly five pm, you’ll be home very soon. But he’s not thinking very logically at the moment. In fact, he’s fully debating calling his agency and putting out an alert for you. Just as he’s about to pick up his phone to do just that, the door opens. 

You aren’t three steps past the threshold of your home before you’re being swept up into the arms of your winged lover. You shriek, not expecting anyone to be home before you, and consequently thinking you were about to be brutally murdered. However, after a split second of panic, your rational thinking kicked in and you realized it was Keigo. 

He sets you down, laughing a bit, before realizing what you’re wearing. It’s the shirt. You’ve put on the shirt that you only ever wear for sleeping or cuddling, and you’ve tied it in a knot where it meets your waist. He’s a bit stunned. It’s a new style, sure, but that’s not the cause of the warm blush creeping up his cheeks. The cause is that you wore that in public. You wore it to work. People have seen you like that. The thought makes him giddy. 

“Your shirt…” He starts, attempting to talk about how nice you look, but instead just staring at you with a dumb smile on his face. 

“My shirt, Keigo?” You smile back. Truthfully, you hadn’t had time when you’d gotten up that morning to put on a different shirt, after you’d slept in this one. But you had done your absolute best to make it look put together. You’d only noticed which shirt it was once you had gotten to work, and by then it was too late to pick a different one. So you’d decided to keep it, wondering what Keigo would think when you returned home. 

“It’s uh… You don’t usually wear it that way, do you?” He knew the answer to that. You had never worn it that way. But he wasn’t really sure what to say besides that. 

“Nope. Trying something new, I suppose. Do you like it?” You spoke nervously, afraid that maybe he thought it looked stupid, or he was upset you’d stolen his shirt outside of the house. But he nodded quickly, and his grin returned. 

“Since you’re wearing it, I think that means it’s cuddle time.” He straightened his spine, puffing his chest in a very bird-like manner, ready to drag you to the couch as soon as you gave the word. 

Once you nodded, he was off. You were placed neatly at the end of the couch, propped up on several throw pillows, and Keigo draped himself over you like a koala bear. It was comfortable. Warm. You could fall asleep like that if you just… 

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psst sorry i’ve been gone for like a week, but i’m working on a new fic rn and will probs do some hc/drabble things today or tomorrow :))

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Hello!! Hope you are having a wonderful day/night! Could you possible to a request were Iwaizumi/Bokuto/Sakusa/Daichi/Ushijima watching us play volleyball and we make a dive but we get hurt doing it? I absolutely love your head cannons!

➵ HAIKYUU BOYS’ REACTION WHEN YOU ACCIDENTALLY HURT YOURSELF

-> characters: (timeskip) iwaizumi hajime, bokuto koutarou, sakusa kiyoomi, sawamura daichi, ushijima wakatoshi

!! warnings: it is implied that the reader gets hurt (hence the title) bc they were playing volleyball!!

a/n: okay so i changed the diving in part a bit bc i don’t want it to be too repetitive hehe hope you like it!! and thank you?? <3

✿ 𝐈𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐙𝐔𝐌𝐈 would immediately rush over to your side, brows pulled tight into a frown as he fusses over you. “shit baby are you okay? tell me where it hurts, are you bleeding anywhere? do you-” you had to cut him off before he stresses himself to death; from the look of it, he’s one second away from popping a vein. “it’s just a scratch, hajime. stop frowning, you’ll get premature wrinkles, y’know?” you laugh, poking his forehead gently. his frown deepens, but he had to bite back a chuckle from your nonchalance. although you insist that you can walk on your own, he still carries you to the bench bridal style, strong arms securely wrapped around your figure. “if you don’t want me to get all wrinkly, then you should stop worrying me, dumbass.”

✿ 𝐁𝐎𝐊𝐔𝐓𝐎 panics instantly, thinking that it was his fault for begging you to come play with him. “babyy i’m so sorry i didn’t mean to make you get hurt! i shouldn’t have asked you to play, now you’re all injured i’m so so sorry.” his hair gets all droopy, lips pulled into a pout as he helps ice your sprained ankle. your eyes soften as you look at your him—he genuinely believes that he’s the one at fault. after getting him to look you in the eyes, you tell him that you’re fine and that it wasn’t his fault, you agreed to it after all. “how bout you help carry me to the infirmary after you’re done, hm?” he immediately brightens up, excited to help. giddily, he presses a kiss on your forehead. “anything for you baby! i’ll even carry you home if you want me to!”

✿ 𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐒𝐀 looks calm on the outside, but on the inside, he’s angry—angry at himself for letting you get hurt. “is your knee okay? it doesn’t seem like there’s any bleeding but i think we should go to the clinic.” he looks over your knee for the hundredth time, pressing his lips into a thin line as he gently runs his thumb around the area. sakusa gently held your hand, helping you stand up slowly. he places your arm around your shoulder as he wraps his arm around your waist to support your figure. “careful, angel. don’t put any weight on that knee, okay?” he’s extremely gentle with you—even more so than usual, his cold exterior entirely gone as he slowly and patiently guides you to the nearby infirmary.

✿ 𝐃𝐀𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈 quickly runs over to you, immediately getting to work without much talking. he gingerly checks on the abrasion on your knee, sighing in relief when he realizes that you didn’t break any bones. he loops his arm around your figure to help you up, slowly walking you over to the toilets, “we’ll just clean the wound with running water and i’ll get some supplies from the infirmary. it’ll be okay.” he smiles softly at you, squeezing your hand for extra reassurance. he winces when you hiss from the sting, guilty that you’re in pain but he knows it has to be done. when the nurse finished wrapping your wound in fresh bandage, he jokingly offers to carry you back home but opted to press a small kiss on the crown of your head instead when you refuse, making sure to hold your hand all the way home.

✿ 𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐀 jogs over to your spot immediately, squatting down to get a better look at your wrist. “looks like it’s sprained. it will be okay after you ice it and get some rest.” he says, but continued to frown at your injury. goshiki runs over to give him an ice pack and he teaches you how to hold it in place properly, rough fingers brushing over your hand ever so slightly. “i’m sorry, i should’ve seen it coming.” you look at his incredulously, “it’s not your fault, toshi. it was my own. please don’t blame yourself.” you stop him from apologizing further, giving him a stern look. he keeps quiet, but he still gazes at your wrist guiltily. he’s such a softie at heart, even if he looks tough on the outside. after he’s done freshening up, he insists on carrying you all the way home, even if your injury is on your wrist and not your legs. you let him, though, because it seems to stop him from blaming himself any more.

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can i please request something about how the boys kick you in your sleep and you fall off the bed and the aftermath of that? 👉👈 i can already tell atsumu and bokuto are the kickers. you can't tell me otherwise.

HAIKYUU BOYS REACTIONS WHEN THEY KICK YOU OFF THE BED IN THEIR SLEEP

characters — timeskip!miya atsumu, bokuto kōtarō, kuroo tetsurō, miya osamu, matsukawa issei

a/n — atsumu + bokuto are canon bed fighters i just know it 😩 pls i love this request sm, hope you enjoy <3

☾ ATSUMU he moves a lot in his sleep but he tended to pull you into the middle of the bed and slept with you wrapped tightly in his arms cos he’s also clingy, except this night when you’d fell asleep first so he’d crawled over to your side and just shared a pillow so he didn’t wake you. he must’ve been warm or something because he rolls away and tries to kick off the covers while he’s still dreaming, but accidentally kicks you right in the ass and off the side of the bed, but then snaps awake when you hit the ground like “angel? where did ya go?” he’s patting the bed so oblivious before he hears a groan from the floor and peeks over the side, “what ya doin’ down there? come cuddle me!” gets you all tangled in his arms straight after while mumbling out a little sleepy “sorry baby~” when you say it’s his fault but he’s half asleep, will deny it the next morning.

☾ BOKUTO he was just more a starfisher than a kicker, another one who liked keeping you close to him though. he’d rolled away from you one night, starfishing slightly and nudging you over to the edge of the bed, he must’ve known something was missing though (you) and began feeling around the bed.. with his legs and kicks you the rest of the way off. literally doesn’t wake up to the bang until you’re whining when you snap awake “kou! that hurt!” “huh?” he’s so confused and half asleep, just shuffles over to edge of the bed and hangs his hand down like “baby, why’re you on the floor? do you want me to come down too?” he’s too cute you end up just climbing back in with him and he falls asleep immediately after having you back in his arms, apologises with so many kisses when you tell him the next day.

☾ KUROO his sleeping position wasn’t very cuddle friendly but youd got used to just cuddling into his side or having one of his arms wrapped around you. he must’ve been trying to get comfy and shuffles around a little, but his legs are so long and he must think you’re an extra blanket because he really just stretches his limbs until you fall off the side of the bed. he blinks awake when he hears the thud though “kitten? i hope we’re not getting robbed at 3am, can’t they come back?” when he sees your head over the side of the bed he literally laughs at you, gets so offended when you blame him “kitten, i would never!” but can barely speak through laughing, whines if you don’t cuddle him.

☾ OSAMU must regularly dream of fighting atsumu, he’s normally a pretty chill sleeper and doesn’t move much but he has nights where you swear this man is throwing punches. you should’ve known it was coming when he shuffled slightly on the bed so he was at a weird angle and mumbled something like “scrub.” which woke you in the first place, but you did not predict the kick to spine that basically launched you into the guest bedroom. doesn’t wake up until you’re climbing back in next to him and nudge him with a pout, doesn’t believe you but also blames you “come on, sweetheart. ya must’ve just rolled a bit far ‘s all, al need ta hold ya closer so ya don’t hurt yerself.” like the miya shaped footprint on your back says otherwise. you get a forehead kiss.

☾ MATTSUN he’s TALL and takes up a lot of bed, he’s normally pretty cuddle but he runs so hot and sometimes kicks off the blankets, but this time he must’ve thought you were said blanket as you lay on his chest. he groans slightly, causing you to shuffle on-top of him before he’s nudging you off, he does begin to kick the covers off but unfortunately that includes you, the first kick wakes you just before you fall off the bed but in your still sleepy daze you don’t expect the second kick that finishes the job. again, doesn’t wake up he’s a rock, you just end up pouting at the side of the bed until the morning when you finally tell him why you’re mad at him, tries to apologise but he can barely speak through laughing “sorry babygirl, maybe you shouldn’t be so hot then.” he even winks at you after ugh.

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While You Were Away

Yuu Nishinoya x Female!Reader

This is part of the @inarizahki​ mafia collab! I had Nishinoya, so I wrote this little thing about him coming back from a “business trip.” That can mean whatever you’d like it to, lol.

Warnings: Mafia content, suggestive themes, large dogs, loneliness

Word Count: 1.3k

Three weeks. That’s how long it had been since you’d seen your husband. He was off on some sort of “business dealing,” which, knowing him, probably meant he was torturing someone for information. 

You knew, logically, that having a husband in the mafia would mean danger, and it would mean a lot of time apart. But there’s a big difference between knowing that, and feeling the emptiness of your house when he wasn’t in it. Every step down the long hallways felt colder without him there, and every meal eaten alone felt a little more lonely. 

He had attempted to get one of the other members of the Karasuno Clan to stay with you in the house, but you had refused. You could keep yourself safe, and you weren’t too keen on seeing anyone if it wasn’t him. He insisted on at least stationing a few security men outside just in case, though. 

You picked up your phone, unlocking it and going to the messages app, looking for any sign from him that he was okay, and maybe, hopefully, coming home soon. There was a text from late last night, telling you about a dog he saw while walking in a downtown area. In a city he couldn’t even tell you the name of. 

You sent a quick text acknowledging the coolness of pit bulls as a breed before setting your phone back down and heading into the living room to sit and pet your own dog. 

When you entered the room, the enormous german shepherd went absolutely nuts, running in circles around your legs and jumping up and down off of the couches. He was a very excitable dog. You’d had him since you and Nishinoya had gotten married, him claiming that the puppy would serve as good company when he was away. In moments just like this one. So you’d said yes, more to satisfy Yuu than out of real comfort in the dog. But you’d grown to love him as you might love a child, if you were interested in having one of those. 

You laugh at the dog’s antics, petting him as he raced by. “Settle, Bear. Everything’s okay!” Trying in vain to get him to sit down, you flopped onto a large chair beside the fireplace, beginning to read a book you’d started a few days ago. 

No more than ten minutes after you’d started to read, your phone started to ring. You jumped to answer it, startling your puppy, who was now chewing a large rubber bone. 

“Hello?” You answer the phone, waiting with baited breath to see if it would be good or bad news. It was typically one of the two. But to your surprise and utter relief, it was your husband that was on the other end of the line. 

“Hey baby!” Yuu yelled down the line, expressing his hyper energy just as well over the phone as he always did in real life. From the background, you can just barely make out a groaning Tanaka telling him to be quieter. 

“Yuu!” You respond, feeling your heart flutter at the sound of his voice. You’ve been together for two years now, married for a few months, but it’s still so nice to hear him call you baby. “How are you?”

“I’m good, but I miss my cute little wife.” You can practically hear him wink as he speaks, and you laugh. 

“I miss you too! Where are you?” You assume it’s safe to ask that now, since he usually wouldn’t call you from anywhere he wouldn’t want to be traced from. 

“About that, actually…” His voice holds a teasing sort of tone, and he waits a few seconds to hold the suspense. “Why don’t you look outside, pretty girl?” 

You hop off the couch, running to the large window that looks out on the street. A shiny black car that you recognize as Asahi’s rolls to a stop just outside of the house. As you run to the door to see your husband, you hear the security guys checking out the car to make sure everyone was who they said they were. 

A man knocks on your front door as you hang up the phone to tell you it’s clear, and with that confirmation, you race outside to greet Yuu. 

You squeak as he picks you up and twirls you around, happy to finally see you after an endless three weeks apart. Putting you down, he captures your lips in a deep kiss, biting down on your lower lip. You can hear the men behind Noya cough and clear their throats awkwardly. Yuu waves them away, kissing you harder. 

You pull away after a moment, holding his face in your hands. “Hi, my love. Missed me that much, huh?” You tease, brushing his cheeks with your thumbs. 

“What can I say, babe, you’re addicting.” He winks at you, catching your thumb as it crosses his mouth to give it a kiss. Tanaka clears his throat again, a bit louder this time, making Yuu roll his eyes and pull away. “Problems, Ryuu?”

“Uh, yeah, I haven’t even gotten my hug yet, and neither has Asahi. She’s our friend too!” Tanaka says teasingly, holding out his arms. You giggle and run to give the two taller men hugs. Tanaka practically squishes all of the air out of your lungs, while Asahi is far more gentle, whispering a nervous little, “Hello.”

“It’s good to see you guys!” You say to them, returning to your place next to Noya. “How was the, er… business trip?” You cough a bit on the word ‘business,’ letting them know that you know what they were doing there. Asahi has the decency to look a little bit awkward at that, but Tanaka and Noya just grin. 

“It was great!” Yuu says. 

“Very productive.” Tanaka adds with a wink. 

The four of you continue to talk a bit, but after a few minutes, your husband becomes very fidgety, seemingly very antsy to get inside. Noticing this, you carefully excuse yourselves, holding tightly to Noya’s hand as you walk inside. 

When you get in the door, he jumps on you, kissing you roughly. You return the kiss, though a bit softer. Your hands move to tangle in his hair, holding him tightly as if afraid he might disappear at any moment. Tears slide down your cheeks, falling to the wooden floor below you. 

A sudden, very loud woof startles you out of your kisses, and Yuu laughs, reaching down to pet the big puppy. “You missed me, too, huh Bear?” he giggles, trying to get the dog to stop giving slobbery kisses all over his face and hands. It’s no use, though; he’s too excited to see Noya home. 

You smile at the sight of your two favorite people rolling around on the floor. This is what you’ve missed the last few weeks. It doesn’t seem so empty anymore; your home is full of energy again thanks to your hyperactive lover. 

“Yuu, are you going to cuddle me or not?” You say, a fake pout on your lips as you cross to the living room. “You’ve been gone too long!”

Noya gets up from the ground in a flash, rushing to your side on the couch and snuggling into you, peppering a million kisses across your arms as he does. “Of course I am, what kind of husband would I be if I didn’t? I was gone so long and I hardly even got to text you! Now come here, baby, get your Yuu cuddles.” His face takes on a determined expression, now fully set on giving you all the attention you missed out on when he was gone. 

The two of you stay like that for a long time, with Yuu cuddling you, occasionally placing a sweet kiss to whatever part of you he can reach. At some point you fall asleep in his arms, glad to finally have him back with you. 

[hizashiiis]

Bakusquad + “Why are you awake” Part Two

PART ONE HERE

So here’s part two! Fun fact, the song Jirou plays you in her part is actually a song I wrote! I didn’t include any of the lyrics though because its lowkey really cheesy :/

I hope you like this! This one is for Sero, Mina, and Jirou.

Warnings: insomnia, depression kinda

Sero Hanta

- Sero is very much a hypocrite when it comes to getting enough sleep

- He’s constantly up at all hours, even sending you random texts if he can’t sleep

- But when you aren’t going to bed at a normal time?

- He’s so sad

- He looks like you kicked his puppy and then him in rapid succession. 

- It’s crazy because he seems to just instinctively know when you’re awake

- Like he bolts up in his bed all, “they ain’t in bed. I’m abt to beat some ass.”

- He’s never sure if he’s right though, so he texts you a meme he made specifically for you being up too late

- It’s probably really cheesy and outdated, but the effort is there

- If you respond to it (because you will) he knocks on the wall between your dorms and talks to you 

- Often, you both just stay up like that

Sero’s body is awake before his mind, moving him to sit up in bed before he can think. He was having a really intense dream; something about talking mice. He didn’t mind it, but he woke up as if he’d had a nightmare. 

Faintly, from the wall beside him, he can hear low music playing, but he can’t make out what song it is. It’s coming from your room, though, so he’s concerned. 

The sky outside is dark, clouds drifting across his windowed view of the moon. It must be pretty late; all the noise is gone, leaving nothing but static air, and the music. He leans over his bed to look at the time on his phone. It’s around 2 am. The song you’re playing ends, and he recognizes the next one. It’s on your sad playlist. 

He sends you the meme, as well as an invitation for a hug as soon as it’s morning. You respond almost instantly, assuring him that you’re fine, you just couldn’t sleep. But he knows you better than that. 

Knocking on the wall between you, he hears the music stop suddenly. He calls out to your wall. 

“Mi amor? What’s keeping you awake?” He’s met with silence for a moment before your shaky voice responds.

“I’m okay. I just kinda got hit with some sad, y’know?” He does know. He knows that this happens sometimes. It happens to him, too. But he hates hearing your voice sound so lost. You almost sound hopeless, and he can’t bear it. 

“I understand.” He places his hand up to the wall, wishing he could hold you. Unfortunately, you had both been told off by Iida for sleeping in each other’s rooms more than enough times lately, so he couldn’t just go see you. He opts instead for hugging a stuffed giraffe you had gotten him after the Sports Festival. 

“Do you want me to distract you, or do you want to talk about it?” He asks, stroking the giraffe’s head as if it’s your hair, not knowing that on the other side of the wall, you’re holding a stuffed lion the same way. 

“Distract me?” Your voice comes out only just loud enough for him to hear you, but he understands. He begins to tell you a story. He’s told it before. It’s about a great hero, one who fights crime valiantly, and his partner, also a fantastic hero. He ad-libs parts of it, making pretend villains say silly slogans, and recounting how the heroes save the day. 

As he reaches the end, he hears you giggle a bit. “Oh? Did it work? Are you smiling over there, my sweet?” He calls to you, a teasing lilt to his voice. 

“A little bit.” You respond, playing with your stuffed animal. “If you keep talking, maybe I’ll even smile more.”

He laughs, eyes bleary with sleep, but happy to talk to you the whole night.

Mina Ashido

- Honestly, she’s no better than you about staying awake

- She tries to sleep, but her thoughts are always racing

- Sometimes it’s thoughts of you, sometimes of new things she wants to try in training, or things she wants to see if she can convince her friends to do

- But she wants you to get adequate rest, even if it’s hard for her to do the same

- She used to get told off for sneaking to your room every night, but then Momo and Iida saw how much better you were performing in school on the days after she’d been there, and they started letting it slide

- It’s nicer for her, too, because she has someone to ramble to as the two of you fall asleep

Mina skipped down the hallway toward your room. It was a bit past midnight, and usually, you would be asleep by this time. It was well past lights out, and classes had run long that day, not to mention the endless exams that were happening at UA right now. So when she reached your door, she was surprised to find you watching a movie on your phone instead of snoring. 

“Hey bug! Why are you still up, don’t you know what time it is?” She says, throwing a grin your way as she puts her blanket down next to you. 

You shrug, yawning. “I could ask you the same thing, love.” She pouts at that, tossing her arm around your shoulder and pressing a kiss to your temple.

She watches you watching your show for a few minutes before saying anything. It looks good, she supposes, but she has a better idea of what to watch. “Scoot over.” She pushes you lightly, giggling as you scrunch to the side to give her more room. “Do you wanna watch something with me?” She asks, holding up her phone. 

You look at her for a moment. “That is what we are currently doing, is it not?” You hold up your phone in return, showing her the paused screen. 

“But I have a better movie!” She insists, unlocking her screen and shoving it above yours so that you can see her pick. She’s right, it is a better movie. You guys have watched the entire Studio Ghibli filmography, but even you know that her favorite, “When Marnie was There,” is the better option at this particular moment. 

You toss your phone to the side, pulling her in to lay next to you. “Fair enough, bubs, I guess yours is better.” You feign reluctance, watching her excitedly press play and tuck the blanket in around the both of you. Her arm curls tighter around your shoulders, and she giggles as the opening credits start. 

“Hey Minari?” You use her favorite nickname, looking at her through hooded, sleepy eyes. She hums in response. “Why is this one your favorite?”

Hearing the question, she pauses the movie, turning to look right at you. She’s quiet for a moment, thinking about her answer. “I guess because they remind me of us! Like I’m Marnie, and you’re Anna, and we’re having this great adventure together!” You feel your face heat at her words, thinking about the movie more critically now. Mina continues, “It’s like…” she pauses, finding the right words. “Like Anna is learning how her friendship with Marnie can make her feel more right, as a person. And I feel like that about you!” 

You’re tearing up now, unsure how to respond. Mina is so many things, and being with you is that important to her? It’s a new feeling, but certainly a welcome one. You pull her down, giving her a kiss. And then another kiss. And one on her nose. 

“Press play, Mina.”

Kyoka Jirou

- Lol u think she sleeps?

- She does, but not at night

- Were it not for classes, Jirou would be essentially nocturnal

- So you try to remind her to go to sleep

- Sometimes you’ll walk past her dorm at night, and you hear her guitar, softly playing her favorite songs

- Before you got together, sometimes you would sit outside her door and listen to her play

- Not in a creepy way, there’s just a little common area right outside her room and you like took a book there, you weren’t like ooh it’s late i think i’ll sit outside someone’s room and listen to them

- You aren’t Mineta. 

- But anyway

- Now that you are together, Jirou thinks it’s really sweet that you listen to her play

- Sometimes she leaves her door cracked open so you can come in

It’s 4 o’clock in the morning, and the light is on in Jirou’s room. You had come out to go to the bathroom, but you noticed her guitar, and decided to stay. The soft strumming is pretty, and you’re glad to be one of the few people allowed to hear it. 

Opening Jirou’s door just a bit more, you nod toward her desk chair in a silent question. She nods, so you go sit down. 

She’s playing a song you don’t recognize, and the lyrics are sad. Even still, it’s beautiful, and your eyes seem to naturally close, taking in the melody of her voice. She used to tell you her voice wasn’t anything special, but she seems content now to let you listen. 

The guitar resonates with the last few chords, and the ending note is held for three beats. When she’s finished, Jirou opens her eyes and looks at you, waiting for your thoughts.

“It was beautiful. Did you write that?” You ask her, your hands fidgeting with the urge to hold her own. She nods, but doesn’t say anything. 

You don’t acknowledge the sad theme of the song. She’s told you before that sometimes sad songs are easier than happy ones. That the melody is clearer. You don’t mind. All her songs are beautiful, and they reflect her in them, and isn’t that what makes a piece of art?

“I have another one, if you’d like to hear it?” She looks nervous; something you never see on her.

“I’d love to!” Your exclamation seems to snap her out of the anxiety in her eyes, which narrow a little. 

“Just…” She starts, looking away from you to adjust the capo on her instrument. “Don’t freak out, okay?”

Confused, you nod, and she starts playing. 

The song starts out with a few chords repeating in a loop, and then she begins to sing. The lyrics are confusing to you at first, and you still aren’t sure why she’s told you not to freak out. But then she gets to the chorus, and it begins to make more sense. 

Lyrics, in essence, are a poem, and this one is a love poem. Her thoughts, written out, are so sweet and loving, that you’re sure you don’t know what to think. She sings elegantly, like someone who’s never known how to dance, and yet is waltzing perfectly across a shining floor. 

She finishes the song with a declaration of loyalty, and you realize your eyes are watering. She looks at you, waiting for your thoughts. 

You say nothing. You don’t know how to say anything, so you stand, cross to her, and pull her into a hug. She’s not usually one for physical touch, but she holds you tightly. 

“It’s about me, right?” You laugh, leaving a kiss on her calloused fingers. She rolls her eyes. 

“Obviously.”

She smiles at you, pulling you to lay on her bed as she puts her guitar in its case, taking the capo off the strings. “You should sleep. It’s like, morning now.”

“You should too.” You retort, still holding her hand. 

“No.”

[kzumeskenma-moved]

Salty-shima strikes again

Bonus:

[n9evepulgas]

mermaykyuu!!

[rukunas-deactivated20250520]

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[soapyakships]

pov: ur out in the cold with sakusa

[pumpkin-pi-e]

Clingy Hizashi who’s always hanging off of you and follows you around like a little lamb.

“Hizashi, I love you. I love you, I do.” He brightens. His mouth opens to reciprocate, but you cut him off because you aren’t finished.

He pouts when you hold up a hand to silence with him.

“I love you, but I need space.”

His face falls.

You want space?

Why would you need that?

What do you need to do that he can’t be around for?

The blonde’s eyes narrow. Yours raise in return.

You just wanna cause trouble don’t you? Do somethin’ you aren’t s’posed to.

He nods, thinking he’s got you pegged. You’re confused, and even more so when he dashes off.

He stuck his tongue out at you.

He’s tellin’ Shouta!

No! Hizashi, get back here you snitch!

You catch him easily. Who was he trying to outrun with those stats?

You wrestle him to the floor, hoping your thumping and his offended shriek doesn’t grab a certain ravenette’s attention.

You threaten him into silence, jabbing his sternum. You weren’t even scheming, you just wanted to relax in peace, go off and do your own thing.

Maybe…maybe he won’t tell if you let him go with you.

Ugh! Hizashi! You only want to read without any distractions, again cutting off his protest. By yourself.

Oh please, songbird! Let him come with you! He wants to go where you go. Don’t go where he can’t follow. Let him sit with you, he won’t say a peep. He promises!

Hizashi ain’t a snitch. Only when you try and break up the clique. Then he’s just making up shit.

[hizashiiis]

Ok but consider: 

You’ve been avoiding him and Shota all day. He’s getting really tired of it. He hasn’t even gotten one kiss! Not one!! And he thinks... no he knows, that Shota is on his side about this. 

So he goes into your shared bedroom to tell Shota how mean you’ve been. And he sees that little traitor cuddling you and playing with your hands. Outrage. Absolute outrage.