After Exhausting The X Reader Tags Of My Favourite Characters And Outrunning New Posts:

After exhausting the x reader tags of my favourite characters and outrunning new posts:

Me: *opens requests* fine, I’ll do it myself

Disclaimer: i’m not calling what i’ve read bad, all the fics have been amazing, i’ve just run out of stuff to read

Now opening requests for the following:

Mitsuya Takashi

Chifuyu Matsuno

Langa Hasegawa

Sugawara Koushi

Inumaki Toge

All these characters are underrated and deserve more love so please request for all of them! I know you guys haven’t seen me write for any of them besides Suga, but I’ve done plenty of research if yknow what I mean 🌚

Normal rules still apply!! Such as:

No NSFW

No mixing of fandoms in one post but feel free to request for more than one character from a show for hcs but must include someone from that list (eg suga, sakusa, kuroo or mikey, mitsuya, draken, baji, chifuyu)

Up to five characters at once please

Bare in mind if you request an imagine/scenario or something in drabble form I’ll only except one character from that list at a time

If you have any questions about bending the rules just ask and I’ll respond as soon as I can :) 

There’ll be an update when this ‘event’ is over! Just keep an eye on the requests status in my bio if you miss the post

Love you guys! 

Warm bread. You agree. Reblog

If you ever feel embarrassed about something just remember that my dad asked me to borrow him my old phone when his broke and when he turned it on he was greeted with my homescreen that I forgot about of our beautiful, beefy and very shirtless MSBY gentlemen

...and I still lived lmao

Chrollo with a s/o that makes them the ultimate power couple

Requested by a very relatable anon who said: i'd love headcanons for hisoka or chrollo in a power couple...i could read a whole book about that tbh. i wanna be the villain's partner in crime💔

A/N: I got you fam I daydream about this daily. Oh, to overthrow the world with Chrollo 😪

a/n: sir please end me (respectfully)

First of all, I would love to make this gender neutral, but the thought of going undercover with him when he’s in that suit and you’re in a cocktail dress is just

Imagine going undercover with him thoooo

Hand in the small of your back, shoulder to shoulder

He’d whisper in your ear when he’s located the target or wants you to look out for a certain person

The eye contact would be both flirtatious but practical and sly

He’s funny with being protective 

He’d either not let you leave his side and keep you out of harm’s way

Or, and this is my favourite option, he’d be so confident in your skills that he’d sit down and just watch you fight

He’d say something like “go get them, darling”, you’d tie up your hair, and he’d loosen his tie and sit down as you kick off your heals and strut off to kick ass 

Like????

Oh he’d be the most protective of you around the troupe

If he ever gets serious with you, you two are terrifying

2v20 is nothing to you two

It gets to the point where people know not to mess with you, so if Chrollo opens his book and you prepare your nen, game over

People quite literally part as you walk past, even if they don’t know who you are you guys just have a presence

I think it’s just the pretty privilege you guys have too

Especially when you dress up, oohhh undercover balls y’all

I know I kind of already spoke about this ugh

You can hear a pin drop as you two dance alone, just owning that ballroom, and you see the target and find the perfect opportunity to attack

Classical music still in the background as people scream is a vibe (I’m mentally stable I promise)

Yeah I definitely see the dynamic as Chrollo being the brain and you being the braun

It just makes sense? Idk

Imagine he gives you a mission (because you’re his most reliable ally) and you return to him covered in blood and he’s got his back to you looking out the window

You kind of just say “the job’s done” and he just goes “well done darling”

aaaaaaa

You two would totally have a couples name that relates to the phantom troupe

No, don’t just look out for Chrollo, look out for his s/o

Ya’ll would be on the news with a sick nickname and he’d be like “that has a ring to it”

Uh yes

Let me be called that forever thank you

Speaks of world domination with you, calling you his queen/king

Sitting on the top floor of buildings with champaign in hand, toasting to the thought of ruling the world with the heads of your enemies on a platter

And it’s not a far-fetched dream either

5 times inumaki toge held your hand, and 1 time he didn't (inumaki toge x gn!reader)

OH M Y GOD i finally finished this piece and i'm so happy with it and i hope you enjoy <333 i'm so excited AHH

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1.

Inumaki finds it, oh, so amusing to sneak behind Fushiguro and suddenly grab his hand. And while Fushiguro dug his own grave by complaining about that classic rom-com movie trope one too many times, it doesn’t account for the lengths that Inumaki goes to irritate him. For one, Inumaki likes to dip his hands in ice water before running to Fushiguro. Inumaki also likes to smear left-over cough syrup on his fingers, so Fushiguro will look down in confusion to find himself holding a very sticky hand. Point is, you don’t feel bad for Inumaki at all when Fushiguro chases him around Jujutsu High and leaves him stuck in a shikigami frog quite coincidentally deaf. And you definitely don’t blame yourself for feeling suspicious when Inumaki takes hold of your hands and squeezes them.

“You better not have spit in them, or something.”

Inumaki laughs. He shakes his head and drops your hands for a second, only for him to cup your face with his palms.

“Salmon?”

Get it?

You blink for a moment as you try to determine what Inumaki wants. His hands feel warm against your face; you unconsciously nudge your cheek closer to his palm. His thumb twitches, as if he wants to caress the skin it touches. So warm. Oh. That. You look down at your own hands and press them to your forehead. Cold.

“You want to warm my hands?”

Inumaki nods. He looks at you questioningly, and when you nod, he takes your hands in his and presses them together. You fight the smile tugging at your mouth. He gives in and rubs his thumbs over your hands, and you tell yourself you feel like this because of the cold. Not because of the rare moment of intimacy passing between the two of you. And not because Inumaki usually teases you, with rare moments like these becoming extremely difficult to pinpoint.

“Well, I hope you don’t do this to everyone who isn’t a human furnace.”

It starts off as a smile. His eyes crinkle into peach-blossoms and light falls to flush gold across his cheeks. “Okaka.” He says it so shamelessly, and so matter-of-factly, that you don’t need him to translate at all. Only for the ones I like. By now, his smile looks an awful-lot like a smirk.

“You’re a flirt,” you proclaim, reaching to tweak his ear, “and I’m not falling for any of it.”

2.

With only a few students roaming the Jujutsu High halls, bumping into Inumaki happens more often than not. Especially at times like these, where first light feels years away, and neither of you can sleep.

He beats you to the kitchen this time. For a moment you watch him shuffle around the kitchen: slinging the refrigerator door open with his elbow, pausing to think for a moment, standing on his tiptoes to carefully reach for a cup from the cabinet.

“Need help?”

In the early morning glow of refrigerator light, Inumaki’s snake and fang seal looks luminescent. You fight the urge to run your fingers across each concentric circle: tap thrice around his cheek, glide to the corner of his mouth, brush your thumb across his lip. But whatever faint illusion you saw disrupts immediately, because Inumaki jumps. The cup slips in his grasp. He saves imminent disaster with quick reflexes and a string of unintelligible safewords (even if they do sound anything but sweet); he clutches the clattering cup against his chest and blinks at you slowly. Recognition lights like little flame in his eyes, and he slumps his face into a deadpan exasperation.

Oops. At least he saved the cup?

“Ah, sorry.” You step forward to where he stands, raising your hand in greeting. “But nice catch! Couldn’t sleep?”

Inumaki lets himself smile for one, brief second. It doesn’t last long because he quickly morphs his features into a dirty look to point out your sorry excuse at apology. And then his mind starts working again--three a.m. insecurities unraveling out of his grasp--and he turns, quite rigidly, to set the cup behind him and press his hands against his face.

“You don’t need to”--

His hands scrabble across the counter. Finding nothing, his shoulders sag, and he makes do with pulling the neckline of his shirt up to hide the marks against his cavity. He turns. His gaze pleads: don’t say anything; don’t look at me; sorry, you have to see me, like this.

“You don’t have to hide it, Toge.”

Inumaki blinks at you owlishly. And then he shakes his head to roll his eyes. “Konbu.” He busies himself with the cup behind him.

“Is that for tea? I was thinking I’d make some, too.”

Inumaki nods, still shyly holding his shirt against his mouth. He wordlessly passes you the jar of hojicha tea blend. When you don’t take it from him, he cocks his head.

“I like black tea,” you murmur in embarrassment.

Inumaki raises an eyebrow. He rummages through a different cabinet and pulls out different jars to read the labels. When he finds the jar of black tea leaves, he holds it to you in satisfaction. When you still don’t take it, Inumaki frowns. “Tuna?”

“With milk.” You pull at your fingers. “It’s too strong for me. I mean, to drink plain.”

Inumaki grins.

“And sugar, please.”

He presses his hands against his mouth to stifle any sound. When he glances at you, amusement twinkles in his eyes. He forgets all about his exposed snake and fang seal. The neckline of his shirt drops back to regular position, and he reaches to grab your hand, wrapping his fingers around yours.

“Cod roe.” When he says it, strained breaths escape his lips as he tries to further stifle his laughter. He pulls you toward the fridge, and you watch as the filmy light bathes him in sublime gossamer. With his other hand, he grabs the carton of milk and nudges the refrigerator door shut with his foot. You manage to reach the sugar jar before you’re tugged away.

Inumaki makes no effort to release your hand even as he cheerfully fills the teapot with a spoonful of leaves and seeps the tea with hot water.

“Do you like holding hands?”

Inumaki shrugs. He does, to his credit, seem to think about it for a while. But he must think better of it, because just as he decides to open his mouth and whisper something, he shakes himself out of it. He settles with a shit-eating grin, while inching closer to you for dramatic effect.

You shut him up before he can say anything. “So not only are you a flirt, you’re a masochist. Very nice, Toge.”

The grin slips from his face for a split second. He sighs, reaching to gently rap his knuckles against the side of your head. And then the warmth of his hand replaces itself with a cup of aromatic tea.

When you look up to thank him, the softness in his gaze startles you. You don’t know what to say. Uncertainty makes you look away, only to dump two spoonfuls of sugar in your tea.

3.

People who spit their gum out on the sidewalk fill you with rage. Especially when you look around to spot the trash bin a few footsteps away. Gum clumps to the bottom of your shoe in a chewed, washed-out pink nearly unrecognizable with rings of cement-dust. If only you kept that spare napkin or hashi from today’s take-out.

The crossing-light beeps green. Your friends start stepping forward into the street--wait for me--you want to call, half-debating whether to follow them or not. Too late. The moment of hesitation passes, and you sigh, hobbling over to the trash bin to scrape your shoe against the rim. Stupid bubblegum. Stupid pedestrian who doesn’t care about other people.

You blink back angry curse-words that feel too loud for public space. You swing your leg down from the bin and take a tentative practice-step against the ground. Good enough to walk with, even if it does feel slightly sticky. Nothing terribly uncomfortable. As you pull out your phone to text everyone to wait up, you swipe left on a notification from Inumaki.

Oh, good. Did he notice you got stuck on the other side of the street? You expect to see a message of where to meet up again.

But the snap is a video of you angrily attacking the trash bin with your foot. And then there’s Inumaki wheezing in the background as you watch your past-self crumple your face into your hands in a moment of existential crisis. The caption reads: got gum stuck on their shoe ╮( ˘ ､ ˘ )╭ wait up for us at that tree near home.

You let the snap replay for a moment as you stare at it in amusement. “You waited.”

When you look up, the corner of Inumaki’s mouth twitches, and he raises his phone in front of his face in futile efforts to take multiple pictures of your reaction. Or a video.

You wrestle the phone out of his grasp and flip the camera over to take a selfie of the two of you. “Was this all part of your plan to spend more time with me?” You glance at him with a look that shows a swagger only meant for people who jest.

Inumaki won’t meet your gaze. He saves the photo to his phone and tucks it back into his pocket before he reaches for your hand and nudges his head toward the street. “Tuna, tuna?”

Ready to go?

When you nod, Inumaki straightens up, and his smile brightens. The green light flickers yellow as the crossing-timer ticks down, and now the two of you dash across the street, half-running, half hopping from one white stripe to the next, until you step back onto concrete as the timer ticks down, two, one, zero.

Sincerity. “I didn’t think you would wait.” You smile at him, not caring at all about the influx of adoration present in your gaze. “Thanks.” And then, “We better get to the park, fast. You look cold.”

Inumaki furrows his brow.

You point to his face. “Your cheeks are flushed. It’s windy, I’m a little cold, too.”

Inumaki sighs, his eyes narrowing. He brings your hands up to press against his cheek. His face feels warm to the touch.

“Do you have a fever?”

“Salmon.” Inumaki scowls and zips his collar all the way up to his nose. He quickens his pace and refuses to talk to you for the rest of the walk back.

4.

Later at the end of the week when you gather at movie night that Itadori declared a new tradition, the room awashes in black and white light with voices emerging from the television in garbled, old-hollywood sound. The movie looks old. You came for the snacks and laughter, but you didn’t realize that Itadori meant business when he planned movie night. He actually looks invested in the plot … and so does everyone else.

Even Fushiguro shuts up, and you lean forward to whisper in his ear: are you scared Toge will use your complaining against you? Fushiguro rolls his eyes and without sparing you a glance, shifts closer to Itadori and flips you off.

You laugh. Itadori swivels his head around to glare at you. “Shush!”

From somewhere at the other end of the couch, Kugisaki leans forward and drapes her arms over her knees. “Seriously?” She gazes at the television with an unimpressed look. “Why didn’t he lock his door?”

“Dumb. Dumb as hell,” you quip.

Itadori nods. “Right? I think he’s going to”--

“Tuna, tuna.” Inumaki points forward, and the door on screen starts to open.

“Victim number four,” Maki snickers.

Among the various plot twists and string dissonance, you manage to doze off. Your eyes shudder open at jump-scares when Inumaki’s knee knocks against yours, or when Fushiguro leans back a little too much and accidentally bonks his head into your shins. Or when Kugisaki leans over to playfully toss a pillow at you, laughing when you blink awake only to drift back to sleep.

Inumaki nudges your side during one of these waking-from-loud-externalities. He motions toward his shoulder. “Takana.” Television glare kisses light across his eyes, and for a moment, Inumaki holds everything you have ever wanted to see all at once: I am not leaving, I am not leaving, I will wait for you, always.

You stare as your head wavers from weight it doesn’t know how to properly distribute at this state of exhaustion.

Inumaki chuckles quietly. Fondness proves hard to pull away from, especially when it comes from a boy who laughs when you trip over your shoes, or teases you every morning, or would let you shiver in the cold while he walks smugly in a warm jacket. Because now, when you don’t have the energy to convince the two of you that you like each other as just friends, it feels too easy to drift into the free-fall of something more. For some reason, you let things pass at the hours from dusk to dawn. In the uncertainties of early morning, and when the two of you look at each other among the rest of your friends, you never feel the urge to play dumb.

When you rest your head against his shoulder and lean up to press a soft kiss to the skin underneath his jaw, Inumaki reaches for your hand and shakes his head. He rubs little circles into your palm. Go to sleep, (Y/N). You’re just tired.

5.

He holds your hand when you least expect it. And when you most expect it, all at once. The familiar gesture of intimacy becomes something entirely Inumaki, one that ironically shys away from any confrontation of intimacy. It starts with the warmth of his hands, and quickly turns into the way he likes to play with your fingers, or trace little stars into the impression of your knuckles when he lets his thumb press against your skin. Never has he drawn hearts.

You know why he won’t. Inumaki does it out of consideration. He can too easily picture your freak-out if you felt a heart lazily drawn onto your skin. How strange, to crave something right in arms-reach. All the comfort laid in front of you, from the way he looks at you, and the way he holds you, and the way he smiles at you when you wave at him in the morning: you could take it.

Every week you tell your therapist: I learned how to set boundaries, I learned how to assert myself, I learned that what happened in the past won’t happen in the future. Not everyone will leave. But still, a lingering thought flips uncomfortably in your mind. Why can’t you let him in?

When you think about it, it comes down to the unknown. What happens after the honeymoon stage? Will you still feel the same? Will he still feel the same? What happens when he holds your hand, and it no longer feels like home?

And every night, you think, no, it doesn’t matter. No matter what your mind comes up with, you need to take the risk and step out of your comfort zone. It needs to happen, one way or the other. If anyone, you should know; in all your years of life, your comfort zone never led you well.

Now, when Inumaki takes your hand, you forget about playing naive. The words that leave your mouth feel more bold. Sometimes you laugh at the flush that casts across Inumaki’s face when he blinks at you in incredulation.

“I’m going to take the risk,” you tell your therapist the next time you see them. “I’m ready, now.”

+1

Inumaki meets you near the bookstore when you emerge, his hands stuck into his pockets as he approaches you curiously. Maybe you should have rethought this, because an Inumaki in street-style never fails to take your breath away. Sometimes it becomes so easy to envision him in just his classic Jujutsu uniform, and you forget that the boy before you can actually dress. And dress well.

“Hey.” When you look up to smile at him, it surprises you how easy the gesture comes. The number of times you envisioned this moment made millions of possibilities branch from this very interaction, but based on how he’s reacting, and based on how you feel, all your worries float away. Inumaki looks really nice today. Heat rises to your cheeks, and you clear your throat, hoping Inumaki won’t notice your fumble. “I wanted to tell you something.”

Inumaki nods. He says nothing, but his lip trembles slightly. He regards you with apprehension and shifts in his stance, weight alternating from one foot to the other. You want to reach forward and thumb the worry lines away from his forehead. You almost lose your will to confess in the way you imagined, because the urge to promise him that he won’t need to worry comes so suddenly.

Things come full-circle, don’t they?

You reach forward to take his hand.

Inumaki sucks in a breath. With such a cool, outwardly exterior, it surprises you to see his eyes fly open so wide. But, you’ve never held his hand first. His mouth opens and closes slightly as he tries to make sense of this.

Maybe he already figured out why you wanted to talk to him, by now.

Yet instead of grinning, he settles with gazing at you in anticipation. The hope in his eyes conceals itself poorly. Your chest aches to see how he tries to force casual indifference, while he clearly hangs onto every word that is about to leave your mouth.

His hand feels warm in yours. Safe. You trace a heart against his skin. Slow and deliberate. And then you do it again. And again. Little notes of affection blooming across his skin. “I like you,” you murmur. “I want to try. I want there to be an us.”

Inumaki’s face brightens. A smile spreads across his face as he gazes at you with a mixture of emotions that watercolor their way across his skin. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to hear that. But are you sure? You won’t regret it?

You squeeze his hand a little too hard. “And before you say anything,” you interrupt, “I’m serious. I’m not going to be scared anymore. I’m ready.”

Inumaki tugs on the hand that connects the two of you, and he pulls you into his arms. When he rests his head on your shoulder, you can’t help the laugh that escapes your lips in relief. Being here feels so easy. So warm.

He traces little hearts against your shoulder blades, and as you press your lips to his temple, (for real, this time), you think it’s been a long time since you’ve felt so sure.

Hugs with some Haikyuu Boys

Requested by my bb @school-is-slowly-killing-me: Hello again 😊😊

Could you pls do headcanons for what you think it’d be like hugging Daichi, Noya, Tsuki and mah bb Tendou? 

THANKS SO MUCH LOVE YOU BYE

A/N: Yes, of course I can!! Feed me more soft prompts anytime 🤲 Love ya too ❤️

Daichi:

Lemme just say, he’s beefy 

So lots of muscles but also incredibly soft somehow?

He’s the type to hug his friends so he was far from awkward when hugging you

He knows exactly what to do with his arms, his left is always over your shoulder while his right hooks under your armpit

He’s always so close to you, no room to wriggle free 

Smells great too arghh

Totally engulfs you, but he’s not much of a cuddler 

So when sleeping with him you have to lie on top

Don’t worry,, he’s broad enough for anyone

He’s like 99% chest and shoulders when hugging

WAIT HE TOTALLY PATS YOU ON THE BACK WHEN HE PULLS AWAY FROM THE HUG DATING OR NOT BYE

Nishinoya:

I’m restraining from making this height biased pleaseee

Freaks out when hugging you the first time if he likes you 

Once he does it the first time he gets so comfortable with it

The type to hug you at whatever point of yours that is level with his shoulders

So if his shoulders are up to your biceps, he’ll pin your arms to your sides and sQUEEZE 

If his shoulders are level with your head (unlucky but listen), he’d hug your head

It feels like your brain is about to pop out of the top of your head from the pressure 

Jumps on you from any direction

Unashamed little spoon!! 

If he’s feeling extra playful, he’ll sway with you in his arms then bodyslam you 

Tsukki:

Oh honey good luck getting him to hug you in the first place

Dating or not, he hates physical affection like that

You’d have to be the one to hug him, and he’d be as stiff as a board

Pushes you off him gently after two seconds lol

Warms up slowly

Arm around your shoulder is probably the best you’d get for a long while

On a very special occasion would he hug you properly

And that’d still be a brief exchange

More into putting a hand on your back to great you if he wants to display physical affection

I feel he might even put an arm around your waist when walking you places sometimes

But that’s because he wants to guide you somewhere, not for affection

Tendo:

Bestie loves hugs and he’s great at them

Despite being a bit boney, he’s super warm

His arms are so long they can wrap fully around you and snake you all the way in

You can’t escape his hugs, not that you’d want to

The type to keep you in his arms while he just rambles about whatever

His chin on your head!! It hurts if he’s talking tho!!

If not,, it’s so intimate and sweet this baby

Big squeezer too but never for too long

Massive cuddle fan, that’s when the length of all his limbs come in handy

Probably calls hugging you him being the tortilla to your burrito 

Good way to describe it tbh

Gosh just hug him back when he hugs you he deserves it