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Come to Bed-

Hubby!Izuku x Wifey!Reader

Warning: Nothing but fluff n small kisses

Author Notes: Reader uses glasses.

H/C- Hair Color

H/T- Hair Type

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Rubbing your tired eyes behind your glasses, the long hours of blue light shinning off the laptop was starting to get to you. The words on the screen had slowly started to become more fuzzy and wonky, though the stubborness that pushed through the night still had an ounce of fuel left to finish this last email. But, refilling your empty mug once more couldn'r hurt. Besides, it'll be good to take a small break to stretch your legs.

The teapot waited where you left it the last few times you needed to refill. Just need to reheat the water....

"...Baby...." Strong protective arms gently encircled your frame as a gravel warm voice murmured, his temple pressing against yours tenderly. "Why are you still up?"

Izuku Midorya- your everything. Your rock, your comfort, your muse. With that sunny toothy smile on a dark storm of a day would instantly bring back the sun in your life. However, right now he brought that good intentional yet annoying cloud of worry. You knew this was your exhaustion getting the best of you, though this work was important. Almost too important.

"I still have a few job applications to fill, Zuzu. I'll be done before midnight." You tried to compromise despite your stubbornness, because the moment your guard falls under his touch... the way his large callous yet skilled hands moved along your shoulders, rubbing knots away at the shoulder blades, and gliding along your arms so soothingly....

You jolted back up to snap under his trance. That was too close. He almost had his way.

And he knew that. "Baby... it's already 2 in the morning...." He murmured before pressing a chaste kiss against your lobe. "You already worked your rear off, you know that's something to be proud of. I know I am, bunny."

Izuku Midorya- your number one cheer squad and your voice of reason. He knew it's been hard since you lost your job and he's been there through the ups and downs of this roller coaster. When he comes from patrol or has a day off, he always made sure to bring your favorite dessert along with your favorite drink, and arms ready for snuggles on the couch.

And these arms were trying to ease away the stress that has been fueling you for hours. Your gaze fell over to the glow of the clock at the stove and true to his word it was a little past 2. Has it really been that long? Between the searching, filling out forms, and trips to refill your mug, time seemed to slip on by without a sign. Did you even hear or acknowledge Izuku when he came home?

Izuku recognized the internal battle that swirled in your exhausted mind, the way your body swayed before he held you closer to his chest. Turning off the stove and moving the teapot off the burner, only a small whine struggled to sound from the back of your throat, yet any strength you had before it was snuffed completely out of you. You lost... or maybe this was a win you didn't want to admit.

You did feel a small tingle where your lover pressed another gentle kiss against your cheek before you felt his strong arms curl around in order to pick up. One more chaste kiss pressed against your forehead. How can you possibly fight against the one and only Deku?

Guiding through the dark towards your room, Izuku gently laid you against the awaiting mattress and carefully moved your glasses to the nightstand before slipping under the covers with you. His arms returned back around your torso and a few more small kisses planted along your temple and the crown of your (h/c) (h/t) head.

"You left me waiting, I was starting to get a bit jealous of your laptop." His low hushed voice whispered and you could hear that grin on his face, and gave an airy laugh. Snuggling in close, you breathed in his familiar scent as he mindlessly stroked your back with the back of his fingertips.

"Sorry...." You failed to muffle a yawn.

"Don't be." Izuku whispered. "I know things will work out, just gotta be patient now and see in time. Now, it's time you get a well deserved rest, ok? You deserve it."

The Moment It Changed

Pairing: Pro Hero!Izuku Midoriya/Deku x pro hero!reader

Genre: Fluff

WC: 508

Event: Matching March by: @monthlywritingchallenges

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Note: I honestly love how this story turned out other than how it ended as I know that I could've come up with a better ending or even make it longer than it is. But since I was kind of on a time crunch with trying to get it done by today as I worked on it last night, I didn't have the time to make the ending better than what it is.

Anyway, I hope you guys like it and enjoy!

The moment that you realized that your feelings for Izuku Midoriya had changed from liking him as a long-time friend to something more was when he had saved your life while fighting a villain with Super Strength.

You were holding your own against the villain for a good while until you were distracted by the civilians nearby.

That had caused the villain to grab you by the throat and lifting you up into the air.

You struggle against his grip on you, but to no avail.

"Seems like this'll be your final fight, lil hero." the villain chuckles menacingly.

You're about to reply with something snide, only to get interrupted by the villain getting punched in the face, hard.

With the villain not holding you by the throat anymore, you gasp for air as you fall to the ground.

After a moment, you catch your breath, and once you do, you look up to see Izuku standing in front of you in between you and the villain.

"Izuku..." you whisper as you stare up at him.

You saying his name seems to catch his attention as he turns his face so that he's looking back at you.

"(Y/N), you alright?" he asks you, clearly worried.

"Yeah... I'm alright." you respond with a nod just as you see the villain get back up to his feet. "Thank you for that, by the way."

"You're welcome," he says back to you, all the while giving you a smile that makes your heartflutter.

"Well, well, well," the villain says causing both you and Izuku to turn to him again. "if it isn't the future number 1 hero."

"Seems like you were expecting me." Izuku says to him.

"Well, obviously," the villain chuckles, his eyes moving to look from Izuku to you. "I figured you'd come to (H/N)'s rescue like you always seem to."

"Is that so?" Izuku asks and you see his fists clench in anger.

"Well then, you got your wish." he continues as black and green wisps of energy start appearing around him.

"Izuku," you call out. "Let me help you."

"No (Y/N)," he says, his eyes not leaving the villain.

"You need to get those civilians out of here and get them to safety."

"But-" you try and protest, but he cuts you off.

"Just go!" he commands to which you obey all though you don't want to just do nothing against the villain, even though without Izuku getting here when he had, you would've been a goner by now.

You grunt as you get to your feet, your body sore and achy. "Just be careful, alright?" you question as you stare at Izuku's back as he prepares to fight the villain.

"I will, I promise." he nods, his green eyes meeting yours.

With him promising that he'll be alright, you make your way over to the civilians who have been watching nearby, telling them to follow you so that you can lead them to safety, leaving Izuku to take care of the villain.

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જ⁀♡⊹｡° stains where you should be

( hinata shoyo x fem! reader )

♡ a/n — back in my haikyuu writing era ;)

♡ word count — 1.1k

♡ content — hinata shoyo x fem! reader, brazil! hinata, pro beach volleyball player! reader, slight nsfw, 18+, no explicit nsfw but it is mentioned, manga spoilers ig? even though i'm sure that many people know how it ends, established relationship, messy relationship, yearning, lmk if i missed anything!

♡ synopsis — after half a year in Brazil, the only time hinata feels like he is home...is when he's with you.

The first time Hinata sees you, you’re standing in the sand like you were born there.

The wind howls around you, but you don’t waver. The sand shifts beneath your feet, but you don’t stumble. Every movement is precise, every step purposeful.

You’re not just playing beach volleyball—you are the game, completely in sync with the rhythm of the court, the rush of the ocean breeze, the pulse of competition.

Hinata watches, entranced.

He came to Brazil to train, to push himself beyond his limits, to become more than just the player he was. But here, on the beach, everything is different.

The sand swallows his steps, the wind steals his control, and suddenly, the court he knew so well has transformed into something untamed.

He’s never played like this before, never had to adjust for an environment that fights back.

But you? You make it look effortless.

The match ends, and he’s already moving toward you before he fully realizes it. His shirt sticks to his skin, damp from his own practice, but all he can think about is you.

“How do you do it?” he blurts out, still catching his breath.

You turn, blinking at him with an unreadable expression. Up close, you’re even more intimidating—not in size, but in presence. Like you know exactly who you are, like the world doesn’t shake you.

“Do what?” you ask, tilting your head.

Hinata gestures vaguely to the sand, the wind, everything. “That! The way you move, the way you—like the wind doesn’t even touch you. How do you jump like that?”

A slow smile tugs at your lips. “I guess I just got used to it.”

“Teach me,” he says immediately, voice alight with determination. “Please.”

You exhale, watching him for a long moment before nodding. “Alright. Hope you’re ready to eat a lot of sand.”

It starts as training.

Late-night sessions on the sand, long after the sun has dipped below the horizon. The two of you meet when the rest of the world has gone quiet, when the only sounds left are the crash of waves and the occasional distant laughter from a nearby beach bar.

At first, he struggles. A lot.

The sand betrays him. The wind mocks him. The game he thought he understood has changed, and he stumbles over his own feet more times than he can count.

You laugh every time.

“Did you just trip over the air?” you tease as he groans, face-first in the sand.

“It moved!” Hinata protests, spitting out a mouthful of grit. “I swear the sand moved!”

You roll your eyes, offering him a hand. He takes it without hesitation.

The nights blur together—long hours spent chasing the ball, learning the subtle shifts of the wind, adjusting his jumps. He gets better. He learns fast. And as the training stretches on, something else changes, too.

One night, after an exhausting session, you tilt your head at him. “My place is closer than yours,” you say. “You can crash there if you want.”

Hinata hesitates for only a second before nodding. “Yeah. Okay.”

Your home is small but warm. The kind of place that feels lived in, filled with little pieces of you—a shelf lined with trophies, photos pinned up on a board, the lingering scent of something citrusy in the air.

You toss him a towel and some clean clothes. “These should fit you.”

Hinata looks down at the oversized towel wrapped around his waist. “What? You don’t like my new look?”

You snort. “Not unless you plan on making it a fashion statement.”

He grins but takes the clothes, disappearing into the bathroom. When he emerges, you’re already settled on the couch, a movie playing in the background.

Hinata isn’t really watching.

His gaze drifts to you—the way you’re curled up, comfortable, the way the screen flickers across your face. He doesn’t know why, but he wants to be closer.

The movie ends. You stretch, turning to him with a sleepy smile. “Goodnight, Hinata.”

Before he can stop himself, he leans in and kisses you.

Your breath hitches, but you don’t pull away. You kiss him back, fingers curling into his shirt, pulling him closer, and before either of you fully register what’s happening, you’re tangled together—breathless, desperate, lost in each other.

By the time you make it to your room, he’s memorizing the way your skin feels under his hands, the way your laughter gets caught in your throat. You sigh his name.

And for the first time since coming to Brazil, Hinata feels like he’s home.

You are happy. Really happy.

Days spent playing, nights spent wrapped up in each other, whispered confessions between laughter. You make promises in the dark, in the spaces between his dreams.

And then—he leaves.

Hinata tells you he’ll come back. Of course he will. How could he not? Brazil changed him. You changed him. He says it with so much conviction that you believe him.

But then the months pass. And pass.

You call. No answer. You text. No response.

Then one day, you see the headline.

“Hinata Shoyo Signs with MSBY Black Jackals”

The picture shows him back in Japan, grinning, surrounded by everything he once dreamed of.

Your hands tremble as you set your phone down. You wait for a message, for anything.

But nothing comes.

And for the first time, you wonder if he ever planned to come back at all.

It happens at a match.

You’re focused on the game, locked in, until you feel it—eyes on you.

When you glance to the side of the court, he’s there.

Hinata, hands shoved in his pockets, watching you like he did that first time.

Your chest tightens.

After the game, he approaches, hesitant but there.

“Hey,” he says softly.

You exhale. “Hey.”

For a long moment, neither of you speak. Then, he swallows. “Can we talk?”

You hesitate before nodding.

The restaurant is quiet. The food is untouched.

Hinata had requested a private room for the two of you, the empty room almost seeming as if it was mocking you. You'd rather be playing volleyball naked, you think.

Anything would be better than this strange form of torture Hinata has put you through.

You stare at your glass, and then the words slip out before you can stop them.

“I waited for you.”

Hinata’s breath catches. His grip tightens around his drink. “I know.”

Your voice wavers. “I waited, and you didn’t come back.”

When you finally look at him, tears are welling in your eyes.

Hinata feels something in his chest break, and before he can think—he’s kissing you.

Between kisses, he mumbles

I missed you.

Missed Brazil.

Missed us.

I love you.

When you pull away, your voice is quiet. “Then prove it.”

And this time—he will.

He swears by it.

trying to get back into multi-fandom writing :) hope this was good!

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hinata shoyo x reader | teen pregnancy pt.1 the news

Synopsis. a teen pregnancy storie between hinata and reader.

wc. idk anymore sorry. | genre. fluff |cw/tags. fluff, teen pregnancy mentiones, etc.

links: tsukishima | kenma | yamaguchi | kageyama| yachi(!? teen pregnancy series masterlists here!

General headcanons

╭⋅ When you first tell Hinata that you're pregnant, his brain short-circuits. ╭⋅ His eyes widen, his mouth opens and closes like a fish, and he just stares at you in disbelief. ╭⋅ For a few moments, you can tell he's freaking out inside. His leg starts bouncing nervously, and he looks like he's trying to figure out how the universe works now. ╭⋅ After a few seconds, the shock is replaced by awe. ╭⋅ The gears in his head start turning fast, and you can almost see his nervousness morph into excitement right before your eyes. (it kinda scares u cuz is like why da fuk is he happy==???) ╭⋅ He stands up so fast that he nearly knocks over his bento. "I'm gonna be a dad!!" he shouts, unable to contain himself. ╭⋅ Hinata instantly starts thinking about how to improve himself so he can be a dad his child will be proud of. ╭⋅ He's already imagining his kid watching him play volleyball and beaming with pride. ╭⋅ He starts brainstorming baby names, wondering if they'll be a mini volleyball player, too. ╭⋅ "Do you think they'll like volleyball? Or should I get them dinosaur toys just in case?" ╭⋅ He's terrible at hiding his excitement and has to fight the urge to tell everyone right away. ╭⋅ "We'll tell Kageyama, right? He needs to know!" ╭⋅ He grins sheepishly but can't stop imagining the future. He's already picturing your little family, feeling more determined than ever to work hard and be the best version of himself. ╭⋅ Hinata takes both of your hands in his, his expression softening. ╭⋅ "I don't know everything about being a parent... but I know ! want to be there every step of the way." ╭⋅ i just idk headcanon that hinata has a really loving and supportive family so the "my family wont accept this" thouhght barely even registers in his brain i mean he knows they'll be mad but at the end of the day they'll support him ╭⋅ idk, due to his really excited nature i can barely picture this as an angsty scenario

You and Hinata sit together at your usual spot outside, under a tree near the school courtyard. The sounds of students chatting and laughing fill the air, but your heart pounds louder than any of it. You’ve been anxious all day, rehearsing what you’re about to say. Hinata, meanwhile, is scarfing down his bento like it’s his last meal on Earth.

“Y/N, you barely touched your food!” he says between bites. “Are you feeling okay?” You take a deep breath, your hands shaking slightly.

“Hinata… I need to tell you something. It’s… really important.”

His chopsticks freeze mid-air, and he looks at you with wide, curious eyes.

“Important? What’s wrong? Did something happen?” (In his poor mind he thinks u wanna break up)

You can’t bring yourself to meet his gaze, so you look down at your lap. “I’m… I’m pregnant.”

...

The words hit him like a volleyball to the face. He stares at you, mouth slightly open, completely stunned. His chopsticks clatter to the ground, forgotten.

“W-Wait… you’re serious?” he stammers, his voice softer now.

You nod, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes.

“I know it’s a lot, and I don’t expect you to have all the answers. I just… I needed to tell you.” For a moment, you worry he’s overwhelmed. His gaze flickers between you and the ground, his leg bouncing nervously. But then, suddenly —

“I’m gonna be a dad?” His voice is filled with awe.

You nod again, and before you can say anything more, his expression shifts into something completely unexpected — pure, unfiltered joy.

Hinata jumps to his feet, grinning ear to ear almost dropping his bento. “I’m gonna be a dad!” he says louder this time, drawing a few curious glances from nearby students.

You grab his hand, laughing through your tears.

“Shoyo, keep it down! They might hear you!"

But he can’t help himself. He crouches back down next to you, his excitement bubbling over. “This is crazy! I mean, I was nervous for, like, five seconds, but now… wow! We’re gonna have a kid!” he whispers excitedly

You can’t help but smile at his enthusiasm, the warmth of it chasing away your own fears. “You’re… not scared?”

He tilts his head, thinking for a moment.

“Well, yeah! I don’t know the first thing about being a dad. But…” He grabs your hand, squeezing it tightly. “I know one thing — I’m gonna try my best. Just like with volleyball! I’ll keep working hard, so one day, our kid can be proud of me.” Hinata’s mind is already racing.

“I’ll practice even harder, Y/N! I’ll make it to nationals, maybe even go pro! I want our kid to see me on TV and think, ‘That’s my dad!’” His eyes sparkle with determination. You laugh, wiping your tears.

“You’re already thinking that far ahead?” “Of course!” He leans closer, resting his forehead against yours. “This isn’t just about me anymore. It’s about us — and the little one.”

The sincerity in his voice makes your heart swell.

As the lunch bell rings, Hinata stands up and offers his hand to you.

“Come on! Let’s go tell Kageyama.”

“What?!” you squeak, blushing.

“Okay, maybe not right away,” he says with a grin. “But eventually! I want everyone to know that I’m excited to be a dad and kageyama has to be the first one.”

Hand in hand, you walk back toward the school.

Hinata Shoyo, your energetic, passionate boyfriend, may not have all the answers. But one thing is certain — he’s all in, ready to take on this new challenge with the same boundless energy and heart that made you fall in love with him in the first place. And with every step, you feel more certain that everything will be okay.

Because with Hinata by your side, how could it not be?

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Omi: *sniffles* ugh.. I really don’t like showing you this side of me..

Atsu: Well, too bad fer ya cuz I live fer it, Omi.

Omi: You like seeing me in pain?

Atsu: Never. But I do love that ya trust me with yer struggles the same way I trust ya with mine.

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