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More MHA guys when you sneeze:

The kitten sneeze (tiny puffs of air that make up a kitten sneeze)

All-Might: At first he's confused, "Are you alright?", but when he finds out it was your sneeze the guy is trying not to blush.

Aizawa: This man loves anything cats, so to hear you do a kitten sneeze, tired or not this man will instantly cuddle you, even if you don't like too much contact.

Mic: Has to keep you away from Aizawa, but low key finds it adorable compared to his loud attitude.

Dabi: I see him staring at you blankly after you do your sneeze, before smirking and mentioning how you sound to innocent for your own good.

Twice: The man is giving you heart eyes, but says nothing else positive.

Mr. Compress: Being the gentleman he is, he gives you some kleenex, only to gently kiss you and tell you your sneeze is cute.

Spinner: I mean, the lizard guy was not expecting you to sound so cute. "You're cute when you sneeze."

Kurogiri: Despite his misty appearance, you can see that he's amused with your sound.

Shigaraki: "What the he'll was that?" "My sneeze." "Your sneeze? Sounds like a cat!" Is actually hiding the fact it sounded cute.

Overhaul: He would hand you a tissue whilst making sure the area is clean of infection, but likes the cute little sneeze nonetheless.

Hawks: "Are you a cat now?" He teases, while you tell him to shut up, but is geeking out over the cute sneeze.

Natsuo: "Here I have a loud sneeze and you sound like a cat." He teases as you grumble.

Endeavor: He acts like he doesn't care for your sneeze, and glares at you.

Fatgum: Is chuckling at your face when you realize he heard it, "You're cute."

Sir Nighteye: I mean, when is this man not around you? He seems to edge you into sneezing by rubbing his nose and causing a reaction from you because it sounds so cute.

The trumpet sneeze (A sneeze so loud it could blow ear drums):

All-Might: "Welp, Deku just ran away screaming." He jokes.

Aizawa: "I swear, you sneeze one more time while I'm napping, I'll tie you to the couch as punishment."

Mic: "Oh cool, you sneeze like me!"

Dabi: "You done being loud, babe?"

Twice: "I think I lost a clone in the earthquake."

Mr. Compress: "You alright? That sounded like it hurt."

Spinner: "Ah, I better calm the rupture you caused."

Kurogiri: His misty eyes don't say much but you can tell he's annoyed.

Shigaraki: "Do that again and I swear you'll regret it."

Overhaul: "That it? I'm expecting the tsunami to come ruin the base soon."

Hawks: He accidentally shot you with some of his feathers out of instinct (which he kept apologizing about)

Natsuo: "Hey, we have the same sneeze! But I think you're a hack of a lot louder."

Endeavor: You have been thrown out of his office on more than one occasion, now only getting a look when he sees you start up.

Fatgum: "Welp, there goes Tamaki out the door from your noise."

Sir Nighteye: "That it? I swear a train just hit the building."

The eardrum blower (You go to sneeze and plug your nose at the last second, how you haven't blown your eardrums is amazing):

All-Might: He was immediately concerned for yoyr well being, even after you tried to console him.

Aizawa: "Right, now sneeze like a normal person." "That was normal." "No, that wasn't normal, that was you asking for your eardrums to blow."

Mic: "Doesn't that hurt, babe?"

Dabi: "You trying to communicate with the dead?" "What kind of a joke is that?" "One that says stop doing it."

Twice: He had to stop asking after having multiple clones killed in a rage after having upset you.

Mr. Compress: "My love, doesn't that hurt?"

Spinner: "I would cut that out now."

Kurogiri: "I will send you into another room if you start to sneeze like that again."

Shigaraki: "I'm worried now. When did this start?"

Overhaul: "As long as you're not destroying my office with that sneeze it's fine."

Hawks: "Baby! Don't sneeze like that!"

Natsuo: "You're annoying, you know?"

Endeavor: You were relieved when he ignored you, until you were constantly being forced to sneeze normally.

Fatgum: "Dear, don't sneeze that way."

Sir Nighteye: "I will count to ten and you better have an explanation on why you're trying to blow your eardrums.

LoV reacting to you wearing their t-shirt for the first time

req/by: @supernatural-hunter1 pair: LoV (League of Villains) x gn! reader  warning: suggestive content. ft: Dabi, Shigaraki, Twice, Spinner, Compress and Kurogiri. content: literally just the LoV people seeing you wearing one of their pieces of clothing (t-shirt) for the first time since you started dating.

an: first request! hopefully y'all like it <3 i really hope i did all of these beautiful people justice.

w/c: 0.9k

DABI— » as soon as you walk into the bedroom Dabi and you share, whistling is the first thing you hear. you turn your head towards him, looking up to meet his gaze. of course he has something to say- he always does. “looking pretty… could that be my shirt?” he almost acts like he does not know. “no, it’s just an oversized shirt of mine— of course it’s yours!” you sigh and walk up to him, handing him a cup of coffee. he takes it, his smirk only widening at your sarcastic remark. “looks good on you, keep it, yeah baby?” he says in a cocky tone, using his free hand to grab you by the waist and pull you closer. “… looks real good…” chuckling in a deep note and loving the way you get all flustered from him basically— liking ‘the view’.

SHIGARAKI— » “when did you ask me if you could wear my shirt?” he asked, a bit confused… a hint of irritation (maybe). “i need permission to wear your shirts?” you ask, raising an eyebrow. he looks away and mumbles something you couldn’t quite figure out. you chuckle lightly and place both cups of coffee on his desk, walking up to him and sitting at the edge of the bed. “is it because it’s a limited edition shirt?” you ask already knowing the answer. “….no—“ he looks away, then back at you; “yes. it is a limited edition… I don’t want it to get ruined-“ he admits, but there was a hint of reluctance. “it… looks good on you though….” you turn to him and smile; “thank you Shigi.”

TWICE— » short circuit. his brain goes kaput not gonna lie. would stare at you with his mouth slightly gaped and blinks multiple times to make sure what he is seeing is real. “that’s my shirt…” he says- almost a question but also a statement? you nod “yeah, is it… problem or?” he quickly shakes his head “NO— I mean… no… not a problem at all-“ you smile and hand him a cup of coffee, “great, cus it’s comfortable and i wasn’t planning on taking it off.” you state ‘as-a-matter-of-fact’. “i wouldn't want it any other way...” he says, taking the cup, “looks really good on you- you might as well keep it.” he smiles and takes a sip of coffee.

SPINNER— » stares at you like the lil reptile he is. he blushes- even through his scales, you can see it. “spinner? Hello??” you wave your hand in front of his face and snap your fingers. he comes back (to reality) after the snap and blinks a bit. “oh- i- sorry… got distracted…” he moves one of his hands to the back of his neck looking embarrassed. “distracted? with wha—? oh.” You cut yourself off as you remembered you are indeed wearing one his shirts. “sorry if it bothers you, my clothes are on the washing machine-“ you chuckle lightly and apologize. “It’s fine… it- looks good on you.” he grabs one of the cups in your hands and takes a small sip trying to avoid eye contact and you giggle at him. “alright then, thank youuuu!” you smile and sit next to him.

COMPRESS— » feel like he would be so smug about it. you enter the room wearing one of his button-ups, he does not even try to hide the fact he is staring at you, looking you up and down with not hesitation and with very specific intentions. "mine?" he asks, knowing damn well it is. you nod and hand him a cup of coffee as you smile. "mmm... looks good, i'll buy you some so you have your own if you want." you shake your head, "no— the point is that its yours, that's why i'm wearing it." that wins you a chuckle coming from him and a raise of his hands in defeat, "alright, sorry... you look cute anyways, and i like that you like it because its mine."

KUROGIRI— » he would be cleaning the bar after a long day, just to see you walk and sit in front of him on the counter wearing one of his button-ups. the first 3 buttons weren’t closed, so while you leaned your hands on the table he could see some of your chest. “why?” was all you heard from him as you chuckled. “i was bored, saw one of your shirt, made you some coffee… and here we are.” you smile while you slide the cup to him. “always full of surprises i suppose.” he sighs but smiles and thanks you for the gesture. “just don’t walk around the base like that… close it up— a bit more… please. next time.” you nod and smile, “yes sir!”. he shakes his head and sighs, “you are always so extra, i swear…” you look at him and smile, “yet you still love me!” Masterlist

Mr Compress who finds you in an alleyway, the pro heroes from the recent villain attack leaving you to rot alone, deep, crimson gashes on your sides.

Mr Compress who picks you up and takes you back to the base, thankful for the other league members being out.

Mr Compress who nursed you back to health, laying on his bed in a restful sleep, bandages neatly tied around your sides.

Mr Compress who watches you sleep, all in all slightly pleased with his handiwork, the ribbon he tied the bandages off with complimenting your figure nicely.

Mr Compress who leaves for a moment, surprised to find you awake in the next.

Mr Compress gently ushering you back to lay down to not cause further injury.

Mr Compress introducing himself, telling you he’s a villain.

Mr Compress, shocked at how you take it, simply thanking him for taking care of you, barely batting an eye at his confession.

Mr Compress, after a few days, letting you go after your well enough, snagging your number in the process.

“ Dear, would Thursday evening next week work for you? There’s a lovely spot downtown, I will escort you there. Do take care now, lovely. ”

Some cute thoughts I think the MHA chars would do with their significant others! <3

Makes you slow dance with them : Aizawa, All Might, Present Mic, Iida, Bakugo, Mr Compress, Twice, Kiri, Midoriya

Plays hyperpop / upbeat / jazz and makes you dance with them : Present Mic, Sero, Denki, Kiri

They enjoy being the little spoon : Shoto, Iida, All Might, Shiggy, Dabi, Twice

Caressing your body non-sexually : Present Mic, Midoriya, Kiri, Shiggy ( With special gloves on), Aizawa, All Might, Mr Compress

Old Furniture from second hand stores / relatives : Aizawa, All Might, Dabi, Shiggy, Twice

Should I make more of these or write something based on one? Lemme know ! :)

Magic Man

Summary: Who was once a failing magician, ended up finding the spark he needed in the worst way.

How Atsuhiro Sako became the villain called Mr. Compress.

A/N: Major character death, abuse of authority, origin story, unemployment, murder, violence.

If you are sensitive to these things, please avoid!

Once again, Atsuhiro walks off the stage in shame. This is the second time he was booed. A showman with tricks is always welcomed. At least it was until lately. He cannot figure out what went wrong! Is it the obviousness of his quirk? Making things magically appear can be tricky to figure out. Then again, in today's world, anything can be explained.     

No one believes in magic anymore. Especially with quirks running around. Sighing, he goes home and silently hopes he doesn’t see the lovely you, his dearest friend. He opens the door to his apartment and smells pancakes. That can only mean two things: you broke in and he is out of ingredients for everything else.     

Atsuhiro comes from behind you and wraps his arms around your middle. Humming in acknowledgement, you rub the top of his head. After asking how he is, your affectionate friend cannot say. It doesn’t take the smartest person to figure out what happened.     

“Don’t worry, magic man," A nickname you gave him years ago that stuck ever since. It fit him greatly since he became a magician and didn't just use it for a hobby. "Everything will be okay!” Your voice is reassuring as hell. It always is. Sometimes he wishes you were honest about your feelings about him.  

How long has he carried a torch for you? Do you feel the same? He is quite the loser, so no way could you be experiencing the butterflies that soar within him when he knows you’re there. He doesn't even need to see you for him to feel this way. Luckily, his ways of being affectionate towards you is welcomed. An excuse to hold you without it being too forward.   

It is embarrassing to hope that you’d give him the time of day.   

  “Out of stuff?” He asks without removing himself from your body. “Yes. But don’t worry,” There you go again. “I made pancakes! And there is honey, just how you like them.” Handing him a plate with a smile, you go back to flipping more for yourself.     

  Another thing about you: you serve him food first whenever you see him. Not just with food either. It's with everything. To him, it shows how much you are covering yourself. Your lack of honesty can be suffocating at times.  Be selfish, be honest! It's okay to complain to me.  

He sits down and doesn’t touch a thing. Atsuhiro waits for you as always. A few seconds later, you sit in front of him and cover your pancakes with the sweet gold. It was something you picked up from him over the years.     

  The two of you eat in silence for what feels like forever. There is something in the air, something unsaid that he is a little leery against. “Buddy, what do you think of me helping you out?”    

There it is.     

“I am getting a promotion and I want to help you.” He wants you to be honest, to be free from those chains of yours because you spare him. But why does this sting? Is it the embarrassment?

“No.”   

“Don’t be prideful. There isn’t anything wrong with a woman working.” There truly isn’t. This is not about that though. This is about his own pride and failure. You working extra to support him is leaving a bitterness in his chest. “I know there isn’t. It’s not about that.”    

“Then what?” You put your last bite in your mouth. Your eyes trail to the last pancake. Quickly you look away and try to start the conversation again. Of course, you save the last for him. Yes, you have your own place and food. However, you sitting here in front of him hungry creates a frustration like no other. Not at you, but the situation. It feels like salt rubbing into the wound. He knows you mean well. You always do.  

He feels like screaming. He takes the pancake and places it on your plate. “Eat.”    

“You’re still hungry-”    

“Eat it. I’m not hungry.”    

“It’ll be fine.” You grab his hand and squeeze it. "Besides, I don't even live here. You don't need to feed me." Looking up at him with such wonder reminds him of how you met. In his younger years he was performing tricks on the street. There were a few people in his audience but none of them held such a look. Complete awe of him, not towards his great-great grandfather. No, just him.   You clapped and cheered him on. Doing that was amazingly flattering.   

   He gets up from the table and puts the last bit of honey on your fluffy pancake. Atsuhiro cuts it up and puts a piece in your mouth. Then he says, “If you want to, then fine.”    

As much as it bothers him because of it feeling like a testament of his failure, he won’t let you go through this. If you are willing to work harder for his sake, then why should he make it harder for you by not helping? Soon, he will look for a proper job. When he does, you won't have to worry about him anymore.   

At night, when it is time for bed and for the moon to shine, you wrap your arms around him and lay your head on his back. His heart flutters in his chest. “I don’t regret you, never forget that.”    

He removes himself for a moment and gets on his knees so he can bury his face in your middle. “You’re my goddess. Forgive me for it all.” He hears a slight gasp. He has always been affectionate, so you have gotten quite used to it. Though the declaration is on another level of sweetness. Being viewed as a deity to a dear friend is a lot to think about.    

“Always.”    

He applies for job after job. No one is biting.     

Every time he is rejected, he remembers his grandfather telling him about his grandfather. How the great villain was capable of doing wonderous things, like Robin Hood. How the man was liberated and yet kind; loved and respected but fearsome.      

  He always looked up to his great-great grandfather. Their quirks are so similar too. What he didn’t like was how people thought of him. Since he is a little older, he lets their opinions go; whether good or bad.

One more time, he thinks. If one more job denies him, he has no reservations then. You'll understand. He won’t kill anyone, hopefully. Atsuhiro can’t imagine the face you would make if you discovered blood on his character. The knowledge of him murdering someone would devastate you. Crimes like murder could ruin the relationship.   

“Perhaps you shouldn’t know then...” He mutters.  

Thinking about his plan b has him remembering when he told you of his heritage. Only that he came from a villain and a family that supported the man’s rampage. You said you held nothing against him. In fact, what you had responded with is: 'How can you blame the child for the sins of his father?'  

Atsuhiro admired you for that. It made him feel good that you didn’t judge or compare him. How many times did people realize who he was related to and cursed him? It was always hero fans, too. Always, it is the hero society that scorns who they consider the lesser beings. Although he has never committed an illegal act, he has had a horrible experience with heroes.  

    Atsuhiro takes a deep breath. That ill feeling still lingers about that. It has been-what?- twenty years or so? 

Cracking his neck, he goes home after another turn down. Sucking his teeth, Atsuhiro is done.    

You don’t come over. Hunched over his table, he fixes a mask out of the material he had from a spare costume then paints it white with a basic design in black. Shoving his feet into his boots, he takes one last look in the mirror. It is his stage costume he always wears for shows.  An orangish button up with a vest, and a hat to top it off. Something fun that grabs the attention of the audience.  

Might as well wear it now. Leaving his house, he turns off the lights.     

His plan is simple. Just rob a couple of people! Nothing extreme or totally dangerous. Before he can walk up to an unsuspecting man, he sees where the mister’s line of sight was. A crime scene that was littered with heroes and officers. Not too long after does he recognize the place.     

Your job.     

Ripping off his mask, he runs to it. Atsuhiro grabs people to look at their face, hoping one is you. They complain about him as he quickly searches for you. The ambulance carries a couple of crying nobodies that tell of the horrific crime. A rogue hero lost his temper and crashed the place.     

Then, Atsuhiro sees you on the ground. Still behind the yellow tape, he pushes past people to get to you. No, no, it can't be you! Not now. Not here. Not like this. As soon as he touches the tape, a hero in blue grabs your shirt, easily lifting you off the ground. “Ain’t this a pretty pity?”   

Your neck cannot support your head. It dangles and your eyes meet his hazel ones. You don’t blink or move.   

“I love you.” Is what you mouth. Atsuhiro screams that you’re still alive. The hero carrying you so disrespectfully, whips around. Whether it was unintentional or not, that action caused you to hit your head on debris, letting out a sickening crunch.    

“Oh shit.”    

“It’s whatever. This cannot go out to the public anyway.” An official says next to him. The hero looks down with a sad face. The man in blue tights lifts you up higher and carries you bridal style. As if that is supposed to help anyone.   

That is how you were taken from him. By heroes that didn’t give a damn about anyone but themselves. But you, oh you...are something totally different. Patient, kind, the love of his life. His greatest friend. And he never got to tell you he loved you. That you were the reason for his every breath. He lived just for the sight of you. Messy or clean, clumsy or graceful, it never mattered. Dolled up or not, you were a goddess for mankind. It was an honor to have been so close to you.    

You're dead, aren't you?   

And you loved him too.   

Later, your family collected your remains. He attended the service and left without a word.    

Weeks, later did he find his laugh. Atsuhiro stood on several stages and performed without a boo from the crowd. This wasn't what he wanted. No, he wanted another form of audience. One that causes him to itch and claw his chest. A scream in his throat that he can't place.

Before he struggled with performing. Could your death have been the cause for this extra flair? The confidence and commanding presence of his is new. He was never shy but he wasn't bold.  

Now, his work has changed. And he hates it.  

On the news, your death was not covered. The incident went without acknowledgement. The temperamental hero was not dealt with publicly or at all. Your family never got closure for your death. No one has. However, Atsuhiro got information in immoral ways covered in blood. The hero that killed you shared an agency with the other. Apparently, both are on sabbatical. Fortunately, it was nothing for him to find both of them.    

Knot and Fury, are their names. Completely tacky. Fury stands by his name as he is easy to set off while Knot had a squeaky-clean record. Atsuhiro doesn’t believe that for a second. The way Knot handled you said it all.    

First, Atsuhiro wants to deal with them, then the agency. How irresponsible could they have been? Do heroes not check up on themselves? Letting bastards like them run the streets is insane.    

He stalks the one that was in blue, Knot. The one that killed you. Don’t misunderstand, it is possible that you were a dead person anyway; that isn’t the issue. The issue is that he did kill you. This so called hero grabbed you without a care, didn’t even attempt to save you, killed you, and of course, instead of helping you the gross bastard commented on your looks.    

Pretty pity. Knot had said that to you. Who does that?!   

Atsuhiro watches him enter Fury’s obnoxious looking house. So, Atsuhiro waits for them to have a sense of security. Why not? Surely that is how you felt when you saw them. Believed you were safe until terror struck.    

Finally, a few hours later, he enters the unlocked house to deal with them. Lounging around with beer, the two say nothing. Knot has his head down, almost like he is ashamed. But Atsuhiro does not believe him. Fury is frowning and tapping his finger on the couch.    

Fearlessly, Atsuhiro comes before them with his mask on.    

“We know why.” And he did it. Painfully, slowly, and happily.    

The same day, he had arrived at the agency with a lighter load on his shoulders and a pep in his step. Knowing that he done a public service is a nice feeling. Vengeance for your poor soul was almost complete.  

Should the agency suffer from their sins? Maybe not. Then again, they knew of the duo's crooked ways. They knew of your murder and yet they let them go. Where was your justice? Or everyone else's that were present at the time? Why is there so much corruption?  

With an exaggerated panache, he appears before the majority of the agency. Releasing marbles of various objects, people scream. He laughs and smiles at the chaos. This is a performance of a lifetime. One question pops up and only once: his name.     

“Dearie, I'm Mr. Compress.”   

It is a fitting name for a magic man like himself.