Nishinoya Fluff - Blog Posts
🏐This precious boi is such a simp
🏐 He likes to be the little spoon while cuddling
🏐Sometimes he gets insecure about his height but you're always there to make him feel better
🏐 You both like to spam your friends with memes
🏐 Sometimes you'll prank call team members with him
🏐You like to play with his hair a lot (but like same)
🏐He was one of those sticky iPad kids
🏐Also one of those kids to go up to strangers and ask "do you have games on your phone?"
🏐Late night chaos in abandoned parking lots are common with the two of you {Sometimes Hinata comes along}
🏐Ocassionally he'll have his hair down [ex: after a shower] but either way, it's super soft
🏐He had an 'emo' phase
The Claw (Nishinoya x Reader)
*GIF not mine*
Summary: Claw machines are unfair, and your boyfriend is seriously impatient. You see where this is going, right?
A/N: Just another imagine I got to write thanks to this prompt by @otpdisaster. Seriously, if you ever get writer’s block, go check them out, they’re a godsend. Hope you enjoy!
Word count: 914
Buzz buzz.
The call scared you out of your homework induced trance. After a certain point, you knew you had to give up on zoning out while glaring at the laptop screen. With a sigh, you snatched up your phone and answered.
“Hello?”
“YN!” There’s a muffled screeching in the background of the call that sounds suspiciously like your name.
“Tanaka? What’s going on?”
“You need to come-” his voice breaks away in a chuckle. “You need to come to the mall right now!”
“Umm, why?”
“Just come!” The noises in the background become louder and more frantic. “And bring butter!”
“Why do I-” the call ends before you can ask what the hell is going on, and why a dairy product seems to be the solution to whatever mess your boyfriend’s best friend has gotten into.
“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” you mumble under your breath, still staring at your phone with wide eyes. Well, it’s better than doing homework on a Saturday. With a shrug, you grab your jacket and your keys, getting ready to drive to the disaster zone.
~~~
It’s not much, but it's the best you could find on such short notice, and with such little spare change in your pocket. Walking into the mall with a tub of ‘I Can’t Believe it’s Not Butter’ held in your grasp, you anxiously search for the bald volleyball player.
“Ooh, there he is!” Your eyes catch on his signature buzz cut and you make a beeline for him. “Tanaka! Hey!”
The arcade he stands in is dim with neon green lights flashing from the ceiling like a disco. Children shout excitedly and button-mash on the machines like no tomorrow while you shoulder through a crowd of people to grab his arm.
“Hey!” You’re barely audible over the sounds of tickets printing and Pac-Man chomping, so you raise your voice to a shout. “Why did you need this?” You hold up the tub in front of his face and he can only guffaw at the sight of you.
“Oh hey YN! I’m so glad you could make it!” He snickers once more before stepping away from the claw machine he had been standing in front of. “Noya, look who’s here!”
“Fuck you, man!” Your boyfriend, who had been hidden by the taller stature of Tanaka, is seated on the floor, one arm lodged up the prize door of the machine while the other flips off his friend.
The bald man only laughs harder, pressing an arm against his stomach while howls. You, on the other hand, can only gape at the sight.
“Yuu, what are you doing?!” He rubs the back of his neck and smiles sheepishly.
“I wanted to get you the little stuffed cat,” he points at the toy with the hand wedged in the machine, fingers just barely visible inside the glass. “But this stupid machine,” he smacks the side of it with a sneer, “totally cheated me!”
The sentiment made your heart flutter, but the sight made you giggle and avoid eye contact.
“Hey!”
“I’m sorry! It’s just,” you gesture at his predicament, “you know… fucking hilarious!” You can’t hold it in any longer as you join Tanaka in busting a gut while Nishinoya miserably slumps onto the arcade floor.
“You guys suck.” You both die laughing at his grumble, holding onto each other for support just in case someone topples over.
It doesn’t take long before you get spotted.
“Excuse me!” It’s a young employee of the arcade, and he looks just about done with all of you from the get-go. “Kid, I’m gonna have to ask you to remove your hand from the machine.”
“I’m older than you!” Nishinoya kicks his legs against the ground indignantly and you have to bite your lip to contain yourself. “Plus,” he purses his lips, “I’m stuck.”
The employee sighs and smacks his palm against his forehead. “I’ll go get the butter.”
“Oh, no need,” you hold up your grocery store purchase like a prized possession, “I already got some.” The younger man quirks his brow at you before accepting the item and whipping out a handy butter knife from his back pocket. You and Tanaka both gawk and glance at each other at the sight of his preparedness.
“Every Goddamn day,” he mutters before getting to work.
While Nishinoya’s situation is dealt with, you leave the scene with a promise that you’ll be back to Tanaka. About thirty minutes later, your boyfriend is free as a bird and you pop up in front of him with a gift.
“Here,” you hand him a stuffed cat with a victorious smirk. Amazement overcomes his features and his jaw drops at the gift. He wiggles excitedly and captures you in a hug, but his appreciation of your present doesn’t last long.
“Wait,” he pulls away and the overjoyed grin falls from his face. “How did you get this?!” His eyes narrow with suspicion while he observes the toy from all angles like it was a fake.
“I won it,” you announce proudly.
“Oh, you’ve gotta be kidding me!”
If only he knew you were now out forty bucks.
Bad Sleeping Habits (Nishinoya x Reader)
*GIF not mine*
Summary: You and Nishinoya have some pretty weird sleeping habits.
A/N: Just some little shorts for my favorite boy bc he’s the best! My god, if you want to love life, please search up the weirdest things people have said in their sleep. You will die laughing. Anyways, please enjoy!
Word count: 1068
“DON'T FORGET THE APPLES!” You flinch out of your sleep to find your boyfriend sitting straight up in bed, eyes still closed.
“Yuu, what the hell’s-”
“GODDAMN GOPHERS… ate my… fucking carrots.” He flops back down onto the bed, letting out a loud snore as the mattress shakes from his fall. You lie beside him, eyes still open wide with fear.
“What the fuck was that?” you whisper to yourself, scratching the side of your head and watching Nishinoya warily. After he stays silent for a while, aside from a couple snores similar to a honking semi, you slowly close your eyes once more and cuddle back into his side, smiling when his arms instinctively wrap around you.
~~~
“Pizza.” Nishinoya’s eyes blink open and quickly adjust to the dark bedroom.
“Babe?”
“Pizza babies,” you mumble beside him, worming your way out of bed and blindly trudging out of the room with unopened eyes.
“YN?” Nishinoya huffs before clambering out of bed and following your sleep-walking path. “What are you doing?”
“SHHH!” you harshly hiss against your finger. “Don’t blow our cover!” Your voice is slow and mumbled, and you are visibly unconscious during your actions. Nishinoya covers his mouth and snickers while you stumble into the kitchen, hands feeling blindly for something.
“Hehe,” you giggle softly as you caress a watermelon before snatching it up and walking past your highly-confused boyfriend. He trails behind you as you step back into the bedroom and set it on the windowsill.
“YN, whatcha doin’ now?” He observes you as you pet the fruit like an animal.
“The cat likes to see the sun rise,” you smile blissfully, stroking the melon once more before stumbling back to bed and passing out in the middle of the sheets.
Nishinoya glances at you, then at the watermelon, then at you again. He rubs his temples and grumbles, “We don’t even have a cat,” before nudging over your body and falling into the bed beside you. He’s too awake now, so he settles for watching you converse randomly in your slumber until his alarm goes off.
“I have clown school tomorrow.”
“Oh really?” Nishinoya smiles at you.
“Goddamn Tina’s always late though. Fuck Tina.”
Jesus, poor Tina, he thought.
~~~
The comparative sound of a loud, rapturous trumpet echoes throughout your room, disturbing you from your peaceful slumber. The stench that follows urges you to flee the bed and air out the blanket.
“What the hell was that noise?” Nishinoya grumbles, opening one eye to look at you while you continue the necessary task. Your shirt is lifted over your nose to prevent further nasal contamination.
“You ripped ass.”
“Oh.” He nods before closing his eye and returning to sleep once more.
~~~
“Oooh, right there,” you whined. Nishinoya smiles in his sleep before turning and gazing at you.
“Right there, huh?” he eggs you on with a smirk. You nod and whimper.
“Mmhmm,” your voice is breathless. “Don’t move it.” His brow twitches in confusion.
“You don’t want me to move? At all?” You sigh happily.
“Yeah, keep it there.” Your nose scrunches up and you shiver while biting your lip. “Mmm, then put that one there.”
“There’s another one?” Nishinoya’s eyes widen. Who the hell were you also picturing while you were dream-fucking him?
“Yeah, there’s seven-hundred of them,” you scoff.
Suddenly, Nishinoya doesn’t want to play this game anymore. “S-seven hundred?” he hesitantly gulps, “What’s wrong with just having the one?” He’s not sure if he wants to hear the answer.
“If you’re gonna whine so much, then don’t help me build my fucking puzzle, Noya.”
~~~
“I don’t wanna die.” Your eyes fly open and you groan. It’s 4 am, what now? “I sometimes wish I’d never been born at all…” your boyfriend’s voice trails off and he begins to hum under his breath to a random tune. It was vaguely familiar to you, but you just couldn’t put your finger on it. Then his tempo sped up and his hands began to pat the mattress rhythmically.
“I see a little silhouetto of a man,” Nishinoya suddenly speaks up once more.
“Bum, bum, bum, will you…” he slows down once more and you think his solo is finally finished, thank God.
“THUNDERBOLT AND LIGHTNING, VERY, VERY FRIGHTENING, ME!” You screech in terror at his sudden outburst and roll off the bed. The room grows silent while you stare at the ceiling on the cold, wooden floor. Then your boyfriend’s head pops into view after he groans, finally, finally awake.
“YN?” he asks in a gruff tone. Although you want to revel in his husky morning voice like you normally would, you’re currently busy being totally pissed off at him.
“Yes?”
“What are you doing on the floor?” Your eye twitches at the question.
“It looked lonely.”
~~~
“Hey YN!” Tanaka waves at you while you enter their gym just as they finish practice. He jogs over to you and Nishinoya spots his actions in the distance.
“Tanaka, no!” Your boyfriend sprints towards you and his friend, but he’s not fast enough this time.
“Did you know he screamed out your name in the middle of our overnight stay at the volleyball camp?!” Tanaka erupts into cackles and holds his stomach while you giggle along with him. Nishinoya tackles him to the ground before popping up in front of you and pointing an accusatory finger.
“Don’t you dare laugh, we both do some weird-ass shit!” he warns, throwing a warning glare at Tanaka when he begins to howl happily at the information.
“I’m not surprised, honestly,” you shrug, stepping closer to your boyfriend and holding his hand, “I’m more flattered than anything, I promise.” You give him a loving smile and Nishinoya returns the expression.
“I’m glad,” he draws you closer to you before whispering, “Now how about I help you return the favor.” You bite your lip and nod, following as well as you can while your energetic boyfriend hastily leads you home.
“OH YN!” A familiar voice mockingly moans in the distance.
“Shut up, Tanaka!”
empty beds
summary: nishinoya no longer wants to sleep on empty beds
word count: 1.3k
pairing: nishinoya x gn!reader
a/n: no thoughts, head empty. only cuddling nishinoya when he comes home. also sorry for reposting! my tags didn’t show up so hopefully they do now!
YOU WOULD ARGUE THAT SLEEPING IS one of the best things Whoever was Above had gifted you and your silly little world. Being able to disappear for a while and live in the freedom of your dreams was a whole other level of comfort — and it was one that you didn’t take lightly. So whenever you had the chance, you’d take the liberty in rewarding yourself with a good nap.
Today was no different.
Since you hadn’t had the free time to take a nap today, you’d resorted to sleeping a little earlier than usual, falling prisoner to the idea of a good dream.
This, however, had come to a surprise to your cheery roommate who was waltzing towards your shared apartment in search of you after having disappeared for months.
Nishinoya had lived with you for a good while now, and in that time, you hadn’t seen him all that often. It proved to be no problem though because you had known the boy since high school which meant awkwardness was void whenever the two of you were home together — contrary to it, being in the same place actually meant cuddling and silly adventures with you and the boy. He’d made it a habit to try and replicate the cuisines he had tried when he was out exploring the world.
Placing everything down by the front door (as Noya had grown quite tired from the constant hopping to planes, though he did still have the same glow he normally had whenever he’d realize he was coming home to you), Nishinoya made sure to place the bag of gifts he had gotten you hidden inside one of his bags. And that proved a little extra difficult, with all the other things he had gotten his friends, stuffed inside one bag.
Grabbing something for you while out in a different country had become a habit to the boy, and it always surprised you how he never missed one — despite you saying it was totally alright if he didn’t give you an overwhelming amount of gifts.
You basically had it all, from keychains to stuffed animals to shirts with the country’s name. Sometimes, you’d get shells or sand when he traveled by the beach. It was just always something different with him.
With that said, it was a rare occasion to find him home. And you were so drunk on the idea of sleeping that you had barely heard the sound of keys opening the door to your apartment. You had missed the call of your name in favor of snuggling your head deeper into the soft pillows on your bed.
And just as your dreams are about to start presenting itself in your fried brain, your sleepy ears come to pick up quiet shuffling from inside your room — and this time, your body refuses to ignore the thought that someone could’ve possibly broken into your home.
Almost as if your fight or flight response takes over your senses, one of your tired hands goes flying towards the general direction of the spot beside you on your bed, and you almost immediately fall off when you feel yourself touching something human.
Your heart is beating so fast and there’s a loud thump you can feel in your ears that you don’t even hear your own pleas for whoever it was to spare you.
With your system pumped up, you quickly bring yourself to turn around to find the culprit only for your eyes to increase tenfold when you spot Nishinoya with his head buried in your pillows, reaching out for you to come back.
“Yuu, what the fuck! When did you come back? Why’d you have to scare the shit out of me like that!”
It was obvious to you that he had come to the comfort of your room in search of cuddles especially after being gone for so long.
And although cuddling wasn’t anything new to the both of you, given Nishinoya’s clingy nature, your brain still hasn’t fully processed the fact that your roommate was actually on your bed and had attempted to fall asleep beside you.
“Come back please. Don’t you miss your super cool roommate?” His voice was quiet, in contrast to his usual boisterous tone, but there was still a hint of playfulness in it as he pats your spot on the bed with his eyes still shut.
“So you propose we sleep beside each other?” He’s nodding his head, pulling your blankets further towards his body as he yawned, his hair was down — blocking his forehead, and he had a cute toothless smile plastered on his face.
“I can’t handle sleeping on another empty bed.”
You only now realize that from the months Nishinoya was gone, he had probably been sleeping from hotel to hotel without the comfort of anyone else with him — and although he had a knack for adventure, he was still human after all, and he still missed the cuddles his roommate used to offer when he was back home.
Which only explained why it was almost routine for Nishinoya to stroll past his own bedroom and into yours the moment he had arrived home.
“Empty beds are lonely.” You can see the ghost of a pout on his lips, eyes slightly open so he can look at you and motion for you to come back on your bed. “Please?”
You couldn’t bring yourself to say no, not when he was looking at you with pleading eyes and that stupid pout on his lips, and especially not when he had just come home and his first and only request was to be able to simply sleep beside you.
You sympathized with how long he’d gone without physical touch. With coming home from every adventure to a lonely, cold and quiet bed (and you only now realized why he’d always call you at the most unexpected times just so he could fall asleep to the sound of your voice and the sight of your pretty face).
Nishinoya smiles triumphantly when you pull the covers so you could slip in and go back to the well-deserved sleep you had promised yourself. But it was always easier said than done, and you find that sleep is difficult to find when Nishinoya was pestering you by running his hand against your arm, scooting closer towards you to rest his head on your shoulders.
“Cuddles please?”
You roll your eyes when you spot Nishinoya with his arms wide open, encouraging you to inch closer before completely engulfing you in his arms, nose buried against your hair and sighing fondly at the familiar scent of your shampoo he very much loved.
He’d never admit how he had bought a bottle of the same shampoo when he was out traveling just so he could have something that resembled you, and he had found himself using it and divulging in its familiar scent whenever he had a particularly stressful day during his own adventures.
“Thank you.” He runs a hand down your back, pressing a small kiss on your forehead before shutting his eyes closed, allowing for the both of you to finally get what the two of you had needed that night — sleep (and maybe also each other, but the two of you merely gloss over that fact).
“Goodnight Y/N. Really missed this.” His grip around you tightens for a bit in a little squeeze, the thought that you were finally in his arms still surreal to him. He had dreamt of this moment the moment he had gotten on that plane ride back home.
And so the pair of you smile contently to yourselves, longing surrounding you both that it almost encompasses the entirety of your lives, whispering in your heads where no one else can hear and praying for more days like this.
bonus:
“I hope you don’t mind that I’m definitely not wearing pants right now.”
Nishinoya whispers into your ear which earns him a well-deserved one on one with his butt and the floor.
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