HAIKYUU MASTERLIST

“what?”

you stood in front of him, arms outstretched. when katsuki didn’t move, you shake your arms more expectantly to beckon him closer.

“what do you want? i don’t speak arm movements.” and you have to roll your eyes before speaking —the blond looking more annoyed each passing second. “a hug, please.”

the look on his face was priceless.

“you’re joking… right?” but you don’t lower your arms and he knows you weren’t going to. he looks around, unsure how to go about this. it’s not like he went around hugging people. katsuki finally moved forward and you sigh when his arms wrap around you.

you hug him back, and he relaxed just a bit. his face buried into the curve of your neck, nose tickling you. katsuki gets nervous, so he’s extra gentle as if you were made of glass.

“you’re really warm.” you said, almost teasing. “are you getting flustered or something?” katsuki sputtered, his fingers digging into your shirt and it almost hurts. “wha— shut up! of course not, it’s just because of my quirk, idiot.” you hear him grumble, “god, this sucks.”

“but you aren’t pulling away?”

“it sucks.. never said i wanted to stop.” and you can’t help but smile.

bnha boys as your typical crushes!

character/s: bakugo katsuki, midoriya izuku, todoroki shouto, kaminari denki, kirishima eijirou

genre: fluff, mutual pining

notes: posting this before i disappear for exams :((

୭ 𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐘𝐀 𝐈𝐙𝐔𝐊𝐔 as the shy, unassuming yet friendly boy who sits next to you in class. he's always offering his lecture notes to you, picking up whatever you drop from your desk like the gentleman that he is, and makes a cute habit of tapping your chair lightly as a form of congratulations when you answer a question right. (he wishes he was bold enough to pat your shoulder instead) when he eventually does get bold enough, he'll stand by after school ends until he sees you, offering to carry your bag and walking you home if you'd let him.

୭ 𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐆𝐎 𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈 as your childhood friend whose house is right in front of yours. one minute you're bickering nonstop as you're walking to school together, and the next he has a firm hand on your shoulder, moving you to the safer side of the sidewalk without uttering a word about it. relentless teasing is normal to the two of you. he's told tons of embarrassing stories from your childhood, but once you remind him of that time you took a bath together when you were four, and you tease him for his "teeny weenie," he could only glare at you as you let out a cheeky snicker, unaware he's actually more flustered rather than embarassed of the memory. he's also had to put up with his mother gushing over you two. mitsuki claims that she's already planned out your wedding with your mother years ago. he acts irritated; you act embarassed, but there's no way to forget everything mitsuki said.

୭ 𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀 𝐄𝐈𝐉𝐈𝐑𝐎𝐔 as your best friend's older brother, always radiating a warm, approachable aura. whenever you come over to their house, he tidies everything up, prepares the snacks himself, and will insist on walking you home when it hasn't even gotten dark outside yet. you'd have to keep your composure when your best friend starts gushing over their brother asking them about you on multiple occasions, "was l/n there? is l/n coming too? how's l/n?" when he runs into you at school, eijirou likes to give you and your best friend little headpats and friendly side hugs when you part waysー you're convinced eijirou's just the embodiment of the word comfort itself.

୭ 𝐓𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐈 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐎 as that dreamy-looking, gentleman of a guy, who goes to the same train station as you and has once let you fall asleep on his shoulder. although his initial instinct was to tap your shoulder and wake you up, it doesn't take a while before he decides not to, seeing how peaceful and adorable you look. he can't explain the warm, fluttering feeling in his chest as he gently props your head into a more comfortable position on his shoulder, careful not to wake you up. when you eventually wake up and immediately apologize for dozing off on his shoulder, he doesn't feel the slightest ounce of annoyance or discomfort, but he does feel the urge to protect you at all times. the next day, he sits next to you again, and he feels relievedー maybe even a bit overjoyed when you start talking to him. the day after, when there's particularly a lot more people on the train, he doesn't shy away from standing closely next to you. when people start bumping you, he cages you with protective arms, his hands laid flat against the wall next to your shoulders, while still leaving a respectful distance between you two. you're not sure whether your heart can still take it, but for once you wish the train would move slower this day.

୭ 𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈 𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐊𝐈 as your best friend who never misses the chance to flirt with you. your friendship is anything but boring. when you unintentionally say things at the same time and with the same tone, when you do your ridiculously complicated, secret handshake yet pull it off flawlessly, and when you exchange flirtatious remarks nonstop and burst into laughter that's loud enough to echo around the room, people can't help but find your friendship wholesome (and want to bang your heads together). no one's surprised when denki stops flirting with other people, but it takes you aback when he starts talking a lot more sincerely about his feelings for you. when he does confess to you eventually, you don't know whether to kick his shin and tell him to quit joking or just say that you've also liked him secretly since day one.

date night

pairing: atsumu x f!reader

summary: atsumu forgets about date night :/

warnings: a lil sad but not too bad

word count 1.1k

notes: this was inspired by this audio lol

at first you thought that he was just running late––it happened sometimes, that's just how he was. but as you watched the time pass by ––ten minutes, then twenty... by the hour mark, you'd given up.

he forgot. he forgot about the date night that you both planned in advance, weeks ago. atsumu had been so busy for the past few months, you were so excited to just have one night to each other, one night to have him all to yourself.

you dressed up nice, putting on your fanciest, sexiest dress and heels, you took your time to get ready, knowing this was a special night, the first night you'd go out with your boyfriend in a while. and it didn't happen.

the reservation was an hour ago, and atsumu was two hours late. you were contemplating going to bed when the door burst open to reveal atsumu, panting, eyes frantic and apologetic. "baby fuck, i'm so sorry––" he practically ran towards you, throwing off his jacket and kicking off his shoes haphazardly.

he ran his hands through his hair, trying to give you a small smile but you wouldn't look at him, choosing to focus, or rather pretend to focus on the tv. "it completely slipped my mind honey, i promise i didn't mean to blow you off––not that that makes it better..."

he was met with silence and his shoulders sunk as he stepped towards you hesitantly, his feet dragging like a small child. "c'mon baby i would never do that to you on purpose, i mean...look at you, i––god i'm a fucking idiot."

you nodded subtly but he didn't comment on it, his eyes still trailing along your body. your dress fit you perfectly, it accentuated all your best features and your shoes––you rarely wore shoes like that, though they were sexy, he knew they also hurt like a bitch, so the fact that you wore those for him and he didn't even show up? he had a lot of making up to do.

"baby doll please look at me, let me see those gorgeous eyes so you can see how sorry i am." he cursed quietly to himself, looking around for some sort of answer. "please don't ignore me princess."

you kept your eyes trained forward, your tongue in your cheek as you tried to calm yourself down, the frustration and disappointment still lingering in your mind, making your body buzz. you sighed, "i don't know what you want from me, atsumu."

you could see from the corner of your eye that he was pouting dramatically, eyes wide. "wh––atsumu? what happened to baby? or bub?" he got on his knees in front of you and placed his hands on your thighs but you looked to the side, not wanting to give in.

you crossed your arms, your voice quiet when you spoke up again. "where were you?"

you noticed him hesitate and scratch the back of his head nervously. "i––well i was with the boys baby and––"

you nodded your head and he paused, scared that he'd said the wrong thing, he didn't want to mess up even more tonight. "but as soon as i remembered i came running home." you got up, and walked past him but he was quick to stand up and follow you. "but you love the boys don't you?" he was trying to make the situation better any way he could, thinking that maybe if he reminded you that you liked them, and even considered them your own friends, you wouldn't be as upset––shit logic, he knows.

you kept walking until you made it to your bedroom, "yeah i do, but they're always with you, tsumu." tsumu, that was better than his full name. you glanced over your shoulder briefly, the hurt look in your eyes stopping him in his tracks for a brief moment. "i just wanted to be with you, for once. i just––can't remember the last time we had a night to ourselves. i missed you." fuck.

you made your way in front of your vanity, looking in the mirror as you reached up to take out your earrings when atsumu's hand gently wrapped around your wrist in mid-air. "wait wait," he brought your hand up to his face and kissed your wrist, pressing his cheek into your palm. "i'm so sorry babygirl, please don't get undressed, you look too good to let all this go to waste. let me take you out, show you off–"

you shook your head, "it's late."

he felt like crying, "but––"

you shook your head again, letting your hand drop to your side. "i'm tired, babe." you reached for your earrings again and this time he didn't stop you, watching you put them away in your jewelry box.

you walked over to your side of the bed and sat down and atsumu dropped back down on his knees, reaching to take your heels off for you. "i'll make it up to you tomorrow––i'll blow off practice and you'll have me all to yourself all twenty-four hours, promise."

you appreciated the effort but sighed, both from his words and the feeling of his hands gently massaging their way from the heel to the ball of your foot. you hadn't actually walked with them so your feet weren't hurting, but you weren't going to reject the massage. "you can't just skip, you're on a professional team."

he moved onto the other foot, bringing it up to kiss your ankle. "sure i can, i just won't go." he was serious as ever, yet you couldn't help but let out a small laugh.

you ran a hand through his hair and he smiled, content with the affection you were showing him. "you're really not gonna let this go, huh?"

he shook his head and kissed up one of your calves, his hand caressing the other. "of course not." he looked at you earnestly and you could tell he wasn't joking around. "i hurt my girl and i've gotta make it up to her." he leaned up on his knees between your legs and tilted his head up towards you, a hopeful look in his eyes. "kiss?"

you bit your lip and nodded, placing your hand on his cheeks to pull him in for a sweet kiss and he sighed, hands resting on your thighs. it wasn't like your usual passionate ones, it wasn't intense, it was short but meaningful, a reassurance. when you both pulled away, he looked at you, a warm gaze in his eyes. "i love you pretty girl, i will make this right, i swear."

[ ♡ ] bully

seeing their coworker flirt with them

feat. Tsukishima, Sakusa, Akaashi

note: not explicitly f!reader but could be perceived as such. also this isn’t really hurt/comfort lol my b

TSUKISHIMA

Tsukishima always loved to tease you whenever you forgot something, joking about how you’d forget to eat if it wasn’t for him.

Well, who’s the one who forgot their lunch at home today? Not you, nope. It was your silly boyfriend. Of course, you were going to bring it to him out of the kindness of your heart. And for the opportunity to tease him back.

Fortunately, the other museum employees were already well acquainted with you, so getting to the employee lounge was a breeze.

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Squarey boy 💙💙💙

i feel like a victorian man seeing a woman's ankle

prohero!bakugo but you, his wife, were kidnapped.

you sat in a dark room, the dripping of water the only sound you heard. your eyes were blindfolded, your hands restrained behind your back as you were bound to a pipe on the floor. the smell of blood filled your nostrils and you resisted the urge to gag.

"she's awake." a strange, gnarly voice you never heard before said, before ripping the blindfold of your eyes, a different man beside him shining a flashlight directly into your face.

you didn't wanna know what you saw in the corner of your eye, unmoving and surrounded by a puddle. but you were broken out of your thoughts by a voice:

"so, girlie, wanna tell us what your husbands weakness is? he put a bunch of our gang in prison some while ago, so we want him dead." a guy with a scar across his face questioned.

as you stayed silent, he pulled your hair, yanking your head forwards to look at him. "answer me, and we won't have to get ugly."

you glared at him, your eyebrows scrunching in annoyance, "no way, eat shit and die." at your words, the man slammed your head against the wall brutally, leaving a dent in the wall, and your head bloodied.

"looks like you'll be trouble huh? i'll ask you again, what's your husbands weakness?"

as you again refused to answer, the other man slapped you across the face. "maybe his next wife will learn to listen. but we'll keep you alive for a bit longer, maybe you'll have a change of heart."

they stood back, admiring their work on you. your nose was broken now, the smell of your own blood apparent to you now as it dripped over your face. your head was pounding as you struggled to stay awake.

"katsuki.." you muttered wearily under your breath, making the two men laugh at you. as you fought off tears off pain.. or was it embarrassment? you didn't know as the two feelings started to blur together.

you knew you just had to hold on. just for a second longer, he'd come for you. the tears dried up but her will didn't, even as the hours passed with no sign of katsuki.

"did your little husband forget you girl? guess you weren't as precious as we thought." the men laughed.

"y-you're wrong. he's coming, and you'll regret this." you mustered, making the men smirk. "oh yeah?"

"fuck yeah." a voice echoed through the compound, accompanied by the sound of a concentrated explosion blasting through the walls.

one of the men, shook up by his sudden appearance, and look of pure unadulterated anger, tried to run off. the other grabbed you, trying to use you as a shield for his next explosion, but katsuki just used it as an opening for a direct hit, sending him flying into the other man, rendering them both useless.

katsuki then ran over to you, untying you from your confines, and looked over you, gently grabbing your face in his hands. "shit, babe.. 'm sorry."

"you came.. i knew you would."

he took you into his arms, getting you back to safety. after this, he'd never want to let you out of his sights again, he just felt so worried, so anxious for what could happen.

but as you two held eachother, the thoughts and fears were all calmed by the feeling of your bodies in tandem.

SAKUSA KIYOOMI | 8:19PM | @goreist

“It’s a slow dance evening,” your husband decides. 

You disagree. The weight of this week’s stressors weigh heavily on your shoulders. Hunching your figure under his t shirt. You sigh heavily through your nose as he steps into your path. “Kiyoomi-”

He wraps you up in his arms, gently tugging you into his warm body and presses his head atop yours before you can finish your sentence. He’s shirtless and you can’t help but melt into the hard plains of him. Into his familiar scent.

He takes a deep breath and you feel the evidence of his life under your fingertips. The way his chest expands and his lungs fill with oxygen. The contraction of the muscles as he exhales above you. 

“Kiyoomi, seriously, we can’t-”

He squeezes you. Carefully applying enough pressure to force you to shut up. And then he’s breathing deeply again as he begins a slow circling motion around the space between your kitchen and living area. You don’t bother struggling. You relax into his hold and let him rock you, let him guide you through the motions.

There is no sound except the rustling of clothes and the busy city outside your safe haven. You find yourself reluctantly relaxing in the warmth of his embrace, your eyes slipping shut when he begins to hum some familiar tune. The stress of your week takes a back seat to the comfort of being engulfed in Sakusa Kiyoomi’s arms. Being protected by the broadness of his shoulders and back. 

“You’re safe,” he whispers and your emotions go haywire. A ball of emotion rolls off the back of your tongue and settles in the back of your throat like an uncomfortable boulder. “I’ve got you.”

The first shudder makes him pause in his swaying and the action sets of a domino effect. Another shudder wracks your finger and then you’re sobbing into his bare chest. Ugly, wet, hiccupping sobs that chip away at your husband’s heart. For one reckless moment he wonders if he can just get you to quit your job and stay home. Let him take care of you in every way. But then he remembers who you are and the absurdity of his thoughts. 

He adjusts you so he can run one hand up and down your spine in soothing strokes. You cry until your knees give out and then he scoops you up bridal style and carries you into your bedroom. He sits against the headboard and deposits you in his lap. He chuckles when you straddle him and bury your face in his neck. 

“You know it’s okay to be overwhelmed, love,” he says, settling one hand at the base of your spine while the other cups the back of your neck. “And it’s okay to cry and take a break and maybe even, you know-” he releases your neck and you can imagine him making a random gesture with his hand “-quityourjobandletmetakecareofyou.” He finishes in one breath. 

A giggle interrupts your sniffling, and you pull away from your hiding place enough to glare at him playfully. 

“There you are,” he smiles, cupping your cheek. “Feeling better?”

He reaches into the nightstand to pull out a Kleenex box when you sniffle and nod. 

“‘m sorry for-” you gesture to his shoulder and neck and chest, damp from your tears and snot.

He purses his lips, eyes narrowing at your embarrassment. “We’ve been married for half a decade,” he deadpans.

“Uh, so?”

“I’ve had your puke in places that-”

“Okay!” You squeal. “I get it!”

He cleans your face gently, his thumb massaging your cheek. When you’re both clean and your eyes are dry he presses a soft kiss to your mouth. “I don’t know how many times I have to say this before you get it into your pretty little head,” he says, cupping both your cheeks so you’re forced to stare at him as he speaks. “We can’t be too embarrassed to lean on each other love. That’s not how this thing between us-”

“You mean our marriage?” 

“-works. The point of this-”

“Marriage.”

“-mar- stop it,” he scowls. 

You blink innocently. “Continue.”

“I want you to trust me enough to come to me when you’re overwhelmed,” he admits. 

You sober immediately, bringing your own hands up to cup his around your face as you lean into them. “I’m sorry, sometimes I bite off more than I can chew and then life also decides to knock me around at the same time and before I know it everything is too much and I-”

“I know baby,” he soothes. “But you still have me. You will always have me. Do you understand?”

You nod.

“Good girl. No more work today.”

You pause “But-”

His glare is unsettling enough that you immediately snap your jaw shut. “We’ll order your favorites and watch a movie.” 

You open your mouth to protest and Sakusa kisses you soundly. Flipping you so you’re beneath him, legs wrapped around his waist as he pins you to the bed. When he pulls away you don’t even remember what you were going to say. The only thing you know is that you’re safe here.