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𝓛𝐄𝐓’𝓢 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐄𝓓 𝐈𝐅 𝐖𝐄’𝐑𝐄 

𝓢𝐓𝐈𝓛𝓛 𝓢𝐈𝐍𝐆𝓛𝐄 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘  !

𝓵izzie ꒰ ’𝓼 diary ꒱ ,, 𝟖teen ,, grandma’𝓼 gir𝓵

─ 𝓢CENE 𝓢E𝓛ECTION…. ─ BONU𝓢 FEATURE𝓢…

─ 𝓢ET UP… ─ 𝓢NEAK PEAK…

໒꒱  ₊˚   thinking about … clingy aizawa

clingy!aizawa who insists he’s anything but that. he doesn’t hold your hand in public, he doesn’t make a scene, and he definitely doesn’t hunt you down the second he gets home just to fall into your arms. he doesn’t like every post you make—certainly not the second you post it. while he’s busy at work, he won’t send updates every hour either. instead, he just makes up for the lost time later.

so to clingy!aizawa, he’s just a distant boyfriend.

no, instead clingy!aizawa is a different case. 

clingy!aizawa always makes sure to sit right next to you whenever possible. on your couch that’s far too small for two people, the two of you end up squished together like sardines. at cafés where most tables have seats facing each other, he’ll somehow find the singular table with chairs side by side.

if you wake up later than him, clingy!aizawa slows his morning routine down just a little. he’ll wait until he hears the familiar rustle of sheets and your footsteps down the hall before meeting you in the bathroom to brush your teeth together. subconsciously, he’ll lean his weight toward you before spitting out his toothpaste and grumbling that he’ll make breakfast.

when your grocery trip takes longer than usual, clingy!aizawa’s knees start bouncing absentmindedly, his lip caught between his teeth. but the second he hears keys slide into the lock, he stops immediately and moves to help you carry the far-too-many bags you’ve brought home.

clingy!aizawa claims he doesn’t care much for a kiss on the cheek before leaving for work. he especially says he doesn’t like it when you pack him lunch. it’s “too domestic,” according to him. still, he can’t help the way his body relaxes afterward, or how the rest of his day feels just a little brighter even when his students are causing more trouble than usual.

and no matter how much he complains, clingy!aizawa can’t actually bring himself to hate when your freezing feet rest on his lap. he’ll grumble about it, sure, but the moment you feel bad and try to pull them away, his hand grabs your ankle and pushes them right back where they were.

still, clingy!aizawa is only human. when he comes back from his nightly patrols, he’ll shower before quietly slipping into bed beside your sleeping form. his hands find your stomach automatically, his body curling close to your warmth.

you’d never know it, though. clingy!aizawa always wakes earlier than you to get ready for the day. but there are expectations on the rare mornings when he sleeps through his alarm.

on those lucky days, you can finally see just how much clingy!aizawa loves you. his head tucked into your neck, legs tangled with yours like a ball of yarn. he’s holding you tighter than he ever would while awake.

and, much to your amusement, you pretend to stay asleep when clingy!aizawa finally stirs muttering under his breath as he realizes he’s probably going to be late.

and the cherry on top is the soft way clingy!aizawa’s lips meet your forehead just as he leaves the bed.

໒꒱  ₊˚   thinking about … small might as your boyfriend

at the beginning of your relationship, he tried to act more like all might as if that would catch your attention… even then he couldn’t help but act like a lovesick fool around you. he fumbled over his words and twirled his fingers in circles. he couldn’t muster up the courage to look at your face unless he wanted to completely destroy his ego. it was quite the sight, honestly.

no matter how much you prodded at what exactly he was hiding from you, he would never reveal that he was all might. there were already a handful of people who knew, and he didn’t want you to be another burden on his conscience. he couldn’t lose you too.

on the plus side, he was the type to give you every single gift on the face of the earth. if they were from fans, companies, or even something that caught his eye, he took it home to you in a neat box wrapped in a bow. he made up that it was from a work friend, or on a heavy sale, or that he found it on the ground… he did have the salary of a teacher after all. not like he was the number one hero… oh, no, hahaha…

whenever you looked at him, he couldn’t help but straighten his posture and subconsciously smile. it was as if he were a puppy, wagging his nonexistent tail for you and only you. he almost was one, constantly by your side whenever he was around, holding his hand in yours. you didn’t know it—how could you? it was one of the only times that pain in his stomach faded, his heart slowed down, and his eyes rested for once.

now if he ever came to a date late? oh, tut tut tut. he practically merged his forehead with the table on the verge of tears, apologizing to you. work shouldn’t have gotten in the way of you. you were more important, even if it was a villain—a villain causing traffic. he wouldn’t let you catch a glimpse of the bill before he took it and put his card down. at most, you could pay him back by holding his hand on the way back home.

speaking of holding hands, your dates consisted more of intimate spaces. he was suffocated by all of his fans screaming for his attention, so it was nice to focus it all on you. even if he flinched at a kid’s scream in the distance or a sharp laugh, you were there to reassure him. you didn’t quite know what had happened to him, probably a bad villain attack he had gotten caught up in judging by that horrible bruise on his side. still, you wouldn’t push what he wanted to push down, and you were always going to be by his side.

at the beginning of your relationship, you were the one who enforced the dates. only you made suggestions—an amusement park, the beach, some popular new restaurant that had just opened—and to all of them he flinched and broke out in a small sweat all over his body. luckily for him, you were able to pick up on his distaste for loud public places and never pushed his boundaries.

anywho, enough excuses. i'll try and get back into writing so tell me what you want or anything! i love you guys so much and i missed you

GENERIC ADVICE ?! subaru – subaru had been more in the dumps lately; even you could tell that much. he still wore the same smile, but his body language told another story. what more could you do than drop in and try to cheer up the glum captain? yet no matter what games you played, how much tea you drank, or how many walks you took along the lake, it all amounted to nothing. he tried to look more upbeat for your sake, yet his eyes remained devoid of that certain spark. it almost became painful to be around him, his sighs growing longer by the day.

one restless night later, the cure to his misery finally hit you. why not simply ask him what was wrong and listen? it had been so obvious, why hadn’t you thought of it sooner?

eventually, you sat down and listened to his worries: how overworked he had become, the long nights spent on paperwork, the constant stream of students approaching him with their miniscule issues, and how he just wanted to curl up under his blankets and sleep off his incoming cold.

“why don’t you do that, then? subaru… you can ask people for help. you shouldn’t have to burden everything, even if you’re the captain.”

and the way he looked at you nearly stopped your heart. the dull eyes that gained a small glimmer of hope. the tiny twitch of his lip paired with his eyes closing, wrinkling in an airy smile.

you were so perfect, knowing exactly what to say. if only he had the confidence to admit that he wanted you there with him, your body warming his under the puffy blanket while the sound of pattering rain on the roof lulled the two of you into a deep slumber.

NO UMBRELLA ?! haku – hotarubi was a place of constant rain. everyone knew that, and everyone knew to bring an umbrella if they planned to visit. so how had the vice captain managed to forget one?

perhaps it was his rush to get to your “impromptu date” on time. perhaps it was because his mind was too full of the idea of inviting you back and sharing an umbrella with you on the walk home. perhaps it was the phantom pleasure of your shoulder brushing against his. perhaps, perhaps…

what he hadn’t accounted for was actually forgetting said umbrella. and you, not knowing you would be heading back with him, were also empty-handed. you exchanged a look, one exasperated and the other weary.

both of you could have gone to the campus store to buy one, but neither of you wanted to triple your steps today. instead, you mentioned the idea of, “maybe i should head back.”

his body reacted faster than his brain could process. he yanked off his jacket and raised it above your head, curling his back to shield you. his reassuring smile was enough to convince you to briskly walk back with him.

you ignored the blunt gazes of others, focusing instead on your hand resting on the vice captain’s bicep. your grip kept tugging his arm back toward you whenever it tilted just enough to let rain soak your shoulder. your attention stayed on his laughter, the shape of his lips when he shouted, “watch out!” right before you plunged your foot into a massive puddle. and, of course, the little knowing smile he gave you when you grimaced at him with your now drenched shoe.

STALKING ?! zenji – you’ve been feeling oh so scared recently. or, at least, that’s what you should be feeling. instead, you remain blissfully unaware of a certain ghost trailing your every move.

during each lecture, your gaze passes straight through zenji’s hovering form as you write down useless notes. you never once suspect that a ghost is an inch away from you, examining every pore and blemish on your face with a lovesick swoon.

during lunch, his hand sweeps across a page as he desperately searches for words that can capture even a fraction of your beauty. no language can compare to you, and he is cursed to try, over and over, to confine you to sentences that never do you justice.

being a ghost may be torture, but it comes with its perks. he can’t use a camera to frame your wonder, but he can sit upon your desk and paint your likeness in perfect detail.

he’s had enough time to memorize your favorite foods, the exact hue of your eyes in every kind of lighting, and even the number of moles on your body. he wrote a song about them too. it’s surprisingly beautiful—so beautiful, in fact, that he has played it for you at night beneath your window.

nights like that are hell for you. you’ll be in a deep slumber only to be dragged awake by some unknown serenader, only to discover it’s the floating biwa on the campus. you slam the window shut, and you swear you hear it strum a single sour note in shock.

when luca and kaito finally comment on how sleep-deprived you look, that’s when you demand haku do something. he promises to get rid of it or at least talk to it. there’s a long pause… and then a blessed week of uninterrupted sleep.

then it starts again, each night with a brand new melody.

haku was right after all! he did have to take a week off just to let your absence marinate and give him new ideas.

໒꒱ ₊˚ thinking about … genos, saitama, zombieman, garou.

GENOS

THE MONTH ,, let’s be real here, he has no primal desire to break you in half. he’ll serve you on his hands and feet, but the second you ask him for something more intimate, he starts rambling about his master’s sage words. he shouldn’t be “weak to women” during the month of november. all of that goes out the window; his self-control beginning to crumble the second you praise him for being such a dedicated student. and he is such a wonderful student, therefore, he must stay firm in his resolve, even if it’s at the expense of your pleasure. once his internal clock flicks from nov. to dec., he’s ready to make up for his horrible behavior and every bit of lost time. 

SAITAMA

TWENTYFOUR DAYS ,, it had all started with his ninja-stalker, another ridiculous attempt to one-up his so-called rival. saitama, being the petty man he was, agreed, somehow convincing you along the way. by day seven, his willpower was already crumbling. “he won’t know…”’s whispered into your neck, all the while his hands palmed at your skin. you decided to have a little fun with him, given how underappreciated you felt in the relationship. but when the third week came, that’s when it started to hurt. both of you would have jumped each other's bones if not for his “friends” constantly dropping by uninvited. during those times, his hand would linger too high on your thigh, or he would rest his chest on your back while you cooked for the get-together. he finally snapped after a week of torture and your teasing clothes, kicking them all out with a slam of his door. 

ZOMBIEMAN

TWO WEEKS ,, there were signs he wasn’t going to hold out from the start. those hooded eyes lingering on you through the cigarette smoke, or how he’d spread his legs out a little too comfortably when reading on the couch. even with his hints, he had been going strong, keeping himself busy with missions and piles of paperwork. but it got to a point, especially at night, when the minutes blurred to hours. glancing up from his files and seeing you eating the last of the ice cream from the carton, only to lick a melted cunk that scraped the side of your thumb all the while maintaining eye contact with the tv… fuck it. he had more important things to spend his energy on than no nut november. 

GAROU

TWO DAYS ,, this man would nottt care about the challenge at all. he’d do it purely to entertain himself as long as it didn't affect his body… which wasn’t a long time. he almost broke on the first night, but the thought of you riving on some old couch with god knows what on it forced him to blue ball himself. you should truly be grateful he cared so much for you, not wanting to give you an infection and whatnot. so why not show him your appreciation? as long as you have funds for the hotel and sustaining him with food afterwards, he’ll make sure you know just how grateful you should be. but who says no nut november is over? all will be forgotten, and you can “restart” because it was just a “fluke”. 

it’s hypnotizing me get it away

please let me know if you have any more ideas

Delivery Man: Reindeer hybrid!Heisuke. SakaDays.

From a City That’s Colder: Noel Noa Blue L.

Buy Me Presents: Jin Tokyo D.

Freshly Baked: Riddle Twisted W.

Dumb Traditions: Kaji Wind B.

Fast Worker: Elf!Loki Blue L.

Out of the Oven: Genos One Punch M.

Stalking Stuffer: Mahito Jujutsu K.

Family Man: Alan Tokyo D.

Under the Tree: Dog hybrid!Ness Blue L.

𝐭𝐛𝐚

…

𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐈 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 ,,

everyone.

𝐭𝐛𝐚

…

𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐈 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 ,,

everyone.

𝓼𝓵𝐚𝓼𝐡𝐞𝐫

     – yan!slasher headcanons ,, yan!slasher headcanons pt.2

𝐭𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝓼

     – kisaki dating you to be closer to hina

𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖𝐒 𝐈 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 ,,

tokyo revengers, one punch man, sakamoto days, tamon’s b-side, mha, jjk

(… and everything else you can think of that i forgot.)

𝐦𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐨

     –  mahito and a lonely reader

𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐈 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 ,,

everyone.

(i haven't finished the manga yet, so some characters may be ooc.)