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Drabble: Kuroo x reader

Prompt: “I’d like to think we are more than ‘just friends’”

Genre: Fluff

A/N: Drabbles are hard because I have to resist the urge to go overboard argh... also stan nerd Kuroo... also this kinda sucks

The patter of rain on the umbrella above the two of you caused for you to shrink further into him. Your laughter filled the air, erupting from your stomach because of his antics. It was his pickup line he had used on you that had led to you doubling over hysterically.

You always walked home with your friend Kuroo. Today, you had forgotten your umbrella, making you eager to reach your home. Kuroo offered to share his own; he insisted you could both fit. His pestering made you give in, so you let him lead you down the street.

“How many chemistry pickup lines is that? Twenty?” You laughed at him.

You loved poking fun at how much of a nerd he was.

“Not nearly enough, Chibi-chan,” Kuroo nudged you.

For a moment, you stumbled out from the shelter of the umbrella. A few drops of rain dampened your hair, before you slithered back into the warmth of Kuroo’s body.

“If you keep using them, I’ll start to think we’re more than just friends, Tetsuro,” you teased, giving him a slight push back.

Kuroo let out his hyena laugh, one that you originally thought was obnoxious but now love dearly. In fact, you had began to love everything about him a bit too much.

“I’d like to think we are more than ‘just friends’.” he struggled to make eye contact, but finally found your eyes. “After all, not just anyone can made my oxytocin levels rise so much when I’m around them. Especially no friend.”

“Oh...” you mumbled, ignoring the way your face had grown incredibly hot.

You didn’t know if Kuroo could tell that your heart rate had risen, but the thump of his own heart through his chest was clearly tripling as you shyly leaned back onto him.

A tiny smile of triumph slipped onto your lips. If there was one thing that was strong in whatever relationship the two of you had, was that you always provoked him back.

“Must be my dashing good looks and charisma that activates the love drug, hey?”

“Must be.”

Drabble: Tsukishima x Reader

Prompt: “If you steal the blankets, I am going to put my cold feet on you.”

Genre: Super fluffy for a salty boi

A/N: When I saw the prompt, I immediately thought of Tsukki... You can’t tell me that beanpole doesn’t have cold feet

The study date had stretched out way longer than you had anticipated. You never planned to be staying so late, but the tiredness in your eyes had him slipping down to see his mother. When he had returned, he told you that you were staying the night, in the kind of way that left no questions to ask.

Tsukishima’s sweatshirt hung loose on your shoulders. No matter how big you were, he was bigger. In a strange way, it made you feel secure. The large piece of clothing was given to you to sleep in, Tsukishima inviting you to share his bed.

Really, what he said was, “Get in here. Where else are you supposed to sleep?”

Of course you agreed, giving him a cheery smile as you slipped onto his bed. His tall frame almost dangled off the bed, but there was plenty of room for you to wiggle under his blanket.

The chilliness of the weather really brought out the warmth of the fresh linen, a tiny hint of Tsukki in its scent. He smelt like fresh linen as it is, making the comfort that much tender. 

He reached over and placed his glasses carefully on the bedside table. While he was there, he turned off his lamp, plunging the two of you into darkness. 

You immediately caught for his figure, wrapping your fingers around the fabric of his t-shirt. Sliding down onto your back, you rested your head on his spare pillow. The fingers that were curled into his shirt tightened as you turned to your side and pressed into Tsukishima’s.

Tsukishima slipped an arm under you, ever so gently resting his hand on your upper back. His hand almost hovered over you, a ghost of the affection he desperately wanted to give you but were too stubborn to initiate. 

The two of you were still quite new to this relationship. It was still so innocent and delicate to Tsukishima, and he would do anything to protect it.

The silence was almost killing you, so you spoke up in a whisper.

“Tsukki?”

“What,” he huffed, more of a statement than a question. Most of his replies sounded like that, something you simply laughed out.

So, you did just that. A tiny, hushed giggle bubbled from your lips.

“Goodnight, Tsukki.”

“Hmph.”

You shook him slightly, kneeing his thigh as you groaned. Man, he was so tall. Your knees met the corner of his thighs while your face could fit in the crook of his neck.

“Say it back,” you ordered playfully.

He exhaled through his nose, in a way you knew meant that he was too tired to argue with you. Now that you thought about it, the thrill of sharing a bed had distracted you from how tired you were.

“If you steal the blankets, I am going to put my cold feet on you,” Tsukishima’s voice was soft, whispering in a monotone way. 

You rolled your eyes, “Close enough.”

And just like that, you were out like a light. Your breathing steadied, lulled by the scent of your boyfriend and the rise and fall of his chest. The hold you had on his shirt weakened, bringing Tsukishima’s attention to your silent and immobile form.

When he was absolutely certain you weren’t going to hear him, he pressed a kiss to the crown of your head.

He then whispered into your hair, “Goodnight, Y/N,” before drifting off into his own slumber.

Drabble: Shinso x Reader

Prompt: “Don’t be silly. I want to stay up with you.”

Genre: Fluff, teeny tiny bit of angst if that’s what you’re into

A/N: Kind of self-indulgent, oops... Also feel free to request, my ask box is as dry as a desert rn, please help a small writer out! <3

Shifting beside you in the bed awoke you from your slumber. Your eyes cracked open, met by the faint glow of a phone screen. Frowning, you rolled onto your side towards the irritating light. Struggling to focus and adjust to the lighting, you rubbed your eyes. Your movements caused him to turn away from his screen.

Shinso turned his phone away from you, pursing his lips together. You grumbled incoherently, lazily reaching out to grab hold of your boyfriend out of habit. Your hand landed on his lap, but you searched around until you held Shinso’s wrist and could rub circles into it.

“Did I wake you, kitten?” He asked, placing a hand on your head to rub it softly. “Sorry... I’m okay, so you can go back to sleep.”

You let out another odd sleepy noise, which Shinso could only let out a low chuckle at. Stretching, you struggled to sit up and rest against the headboard, Once you were finally in position, you rubbed your eyes once more.

“Don’t be silly,” you set your head down on his shoulder, attempting to rest your eyes, “I want to stay up with you.”

Shinso shook his head, “No, kitty, you are clearly way too tired. I’ll make myself tired and join you soon.”

Half of him knew he couldn’t get away with that. He knew you would be able to tell if he had lied when you woke up the next morning by the dark circles under his eyes. You spend enough time studying his face that you could pick up on the slightest detail. 

“No, Toshi,” you whined sleepily, “Your phone is definitely not the best way to do that. If there is something bothering you, I’m here to listen.”

Shinso turned off his phone and placed it on his bedside table, emitting defeat - to an extent. He placed a finger to your lips, his other fingers fiddling with yours. 

“There is nothing to listen to,” he hushed you, “Now, go back to sleep.”

You grumbled in protest, ignoring the fact that your eyes had been shut the entire time. At this point, Shinso couldn’t even tell if you were just talking in your sleep.

“No...” You whined, slipping down the bed until you were lying flat. Resting your head on his lap, you huffed.

Your boyfriend laughed at you, causing you to frown slightly and pout. 

“What do you suggest I do, then?” Shinso whispered, his long fingers gliding over the soft skin of your face, tracing your features delicately.

You snatched his hand away, lowering it onto the top of your head.

“Play with my hair,” you mumbled and slurred your words, “You always get sleepy when you do that any other time.”

“Sleepy, hey?” Shinso chuckled at your choice of words, expecting you to reply with, “Yeah... sleepy.”

However, you didn’t reply. Your heavy breathing made it clear that you were fast asleep. Shinso was slightly impressed you lasted that long. You would usually fall asleep as soon as he told you, but this time you put up more of a fight.

He began to thread his fingers slowly through your hair as you slept. Even after talking to you for a few moments, Shinso already felt more tired. It was clear to him that you cared for his sleep schedule, and he made a mental note to apologise to you for his incompetence in the morning.

Drabble: Tsukishima x Reader

Prompt: thanks to @freyafolkvangr for the idea!

Genre: Fluff, I guess a bit of comfort?

A/N: I couldn’t resist this adorable idea! These drabbles keep getting longer and longer... Here you go!

Sneaking down to the court was your favourite thing to do, but your boyfriend never enjoyed it to begin with. He insisted you would distract him before the game. Of course, you ignored him and went to wish him luck before running off to the stands.

It had become a habit of sorts to meet Tsukishima before his game. He grew accustomed to it, mainly because the rest of the Karasuno team would be mad if he told you to go away. After all, they were all your friends too.

This game was sure to be big, and Tsukishima seemed unfazed by the intensity of the weighing atmosphere. He never seemed bothered by games, but you could tell that he masked his nerves. Once the two of you had gotten comfortable enough around one another, he opened up about this too.

Hiding around the doorway, you peaked over to find Tsukishima standing a fair distance away from the team. His lanky figure stood above the rest of the team as he fiddled with the tape in order to wrap his fingers.

You could see he struggled, more and more of his fingers taking damage from the intense blocks he stopped so well. The height of his injuries resulted in it being awkward to use his remaining fingers to wrap them. It didn’t take you long to suggest to help him, but it took him even longer to accept the offer initially.

“Kei, over here,” you whisper-shouted, Tsukishima’s eyes darting over to you through his sports glasses.

You wiggled your fingers to indicate you wanted him to approach you, waiting patiently as he strutted to your hiding place.

When he came to stand in front of you, you smiled up at him. To which he scoffed.

“You seem more excited for the game than I am,” he admitted, smirking at you as he handed over his tape.

Gently, you look his hand in yours, turning over his slender fingers. Feeling for the edge of the tape, you shook your head.

“You don’t have to hide that you enjoy volleyball.” You took one of his injured fingers, having memorised which ones required wrapping, and began to wind the white tape around it starting from the base. “Besides, can’t I be proud of you? Or are you too embarrassed?”

Ripping the end of the tape, you sealed the end against his finger, carefully lifting up the second one.

“I don’t care what you do,” Tsukishima kept a keen eyes on your every movement to ensure you weren’t going to hurt him, “as long as you’re happy.”

You let out a large laugh, “As if. You never say anything that sweet unless you think I’m asleep.”

In response, he scoffed as averted his eyes, allowing for you to finish the hand you held.

Once you had finished, you raised his hands to your lips and pressed a delicate kiss to each one. This was a little habit you had gotten into as a simple good luck charm. You enjoyed it so much because of the way Tsukishima’s ears would slightly tint pink.

Releasing it, you took his other hand and readied his fingers by seperating them. The finger you began with was his most recently impaired one and you could tell by the purplish swelling by the base.

Tsukishima flinched as you handled it, causing you to immediately slow your movements.

“Sorry, sweetheart,” you mumbled, beginning to wrap the tape around it and the one beside it to immobilise it.

Calling Tsukishima “sweetheart” always made his heart swell, as it contradicted the “saltyshima” nickname he had also earned for himself.

Finishing quickly, you pressed soft kisses to the newly wrapped fingers. You pulled him down by his neck to place a kiss to the bridge of his glasses, a tiny good luck to prevent a ball to the face. The last thing you wanted was for his nose or face to be harmed after his glasses were hit with a ball.

“I know you like to pretend you aren’t nervous,” you began, handing him back his tape, “but make sure you take deep breaths and pace yourself. You’ll do brilliantly no matter what, okay?”

“Pfff,” Tsukishima laughed at the seriousness in your voice.

“Hey, I’m serious.”

“I know, that’s what’s funny.”

You pouted, flicking him in the forehead, “Let me be sentimental and good s/o once in a while.”

“You already are,” Tsukishima corrected you.

The way he shifted his eyes away led you to believe he was being genuine. Feeling a tiny bit proud, you smiled.

“What is with you being all soft today?”

“I don’t know, but take it while you get because I’ll probably be grumpy after the game thanks to that “king.””

“Stop it...” You hushed him, giving him a slight shove in the chest. “Now, go do your best, Kei.”

“Whatever,” he rolled his eyes, quickly kissing the top of his head before leaving you and joining the team.

You were excited to watch the game, nervous, but excited. Mainly, because you were proud.

After all, when you had such a talented and perservering boyfriend, what more could you ask for?

Drabble: Levi x reader

Prompt: Both of them injured, and them waking up beside each other

Genre: Fluff, angst, comfort (wow, not surprised)

A/N: Depressed + Levi deprived = this

Thumping behind your ears woke you up suddenly, the rumbling of the cart jolti by you around. The bright blue sky above you blinded you, making you squeeze your eyes shut again. Hooves thundered nearby, trailing next to the cart you were being carried in.

The thin sheet across your body helped the warmth cling to you, pain shooting through your body. Stains of red down the sheet caught your attention, noticing the parallels between where you were in pain and the blotches.

Turning your head to the side, you saw him. His eyes were halflidded, blinding slowly fight away the pain coursing through his own body. He lay on his back like you, wrapped in bandages. You wished you could remember what happened but your mind was fuzzy.

Levi coughed beside you, wheezing as he took in a breath.

“Levi?” You whispered, “What happened?”

The man turned his head towards you, furrowing your eyebrows at you. He lifted a hand to place on your head, gently ruffling your hair.

“Hey, brat,” he left his hand resting on your head, “You got us in this mess to begin with.”

“It-it hurts,” you winced as the cart bounced, presumably over a rock.

Levi shifted to get closer to you, cursing under his breath at his own aching body, “I know, it sucks. Keep those eyes of yours open.”

You nodded, holding eye contact with Levi. The hand atop of your head secured you as the cart bounced across the terrain back to the walls. His gaze made you feel safe but the thought of his potential scolding caused you to feel ashamed.

Immediately afflicting the blame on you only made you feel worse, and you wished Levi could see that.

“Levi...” you began.

“What?”

“Are you going to yell at me when we get back?”

“Probably, you almost getting us both killed wasn’t too smart. But, I know you’ll need some attention. Your injuries are worse than mine.”

You tried nodding but your head thumped painfully. Levi noticed the wince you tried to hide and ran his thumb up your forehead.

“Don’t move, I know it hurts,” he sighed.

He knew that literally anyone could be seeing him like this, but he didn’t care. The only thing he cared about was you getting the proper treatment. You certainly knew - especially because he lay injured beside you - that he went completely out of his way to save you.

Maybe you were too delirious to notice before, but the rhythmic stroking of Levi’s thumb across your forehead burnt into your skin. Never before had he been this close to you or expressed such worry for you.

Before this, you always thought you were another on of his cadets. Now, you felt slightly special.

Maybe you were something special to him.

Drabble: Hawks x Reader

Prompt: “I’m scared. What if someone finds out about us?”

A/N: First time writing hawks?? 👀 And this is a little all over the place

You knew exactly what you were getting into when you decided to date him. The number 2 hero with a swarm of responsibilities, enemies and fans all at the same time. He was so special and you were a civilian. A nobody.

If you were honest, you knew Hawks liked it better than way. He felt that you couldn’t get hurt, but there was the fear of you getting hurt because you weren’t a hero. When you started dating him, you never realised that you suddenly became an everybody.

No one knew about you, and the both of you wanted to keep it that way. It had been almost a year of you two hiding this secret from everyone you knew, especially the media. Even Hawks warned you of what the Hero Public Safety Commission would say or do if they were to be informed.

The best thing you could do was spend nights together such as this one. With his busy schedule, the middle of the night was almost the only time he could wind down.

When it was time to do so, he’d call you on his way home to tell you how long he was going to be and how much he’s looking forward to see you.

After receiving the call you’d get to work preparing him some chicken to eat and a nest of pillows on the bed. According to him, you never arranged the pillows quite right. However, you just wanted to show that you cared for him.

Right now, he was snug in the nest he had to shift around, playfully scolding you for not being able to do it right. A blanket was folded over you, his wings tucked carefully behind him. A finished bucket of chicken was left abandoned on the bedside table.

Hawks cooed softly in your arms, his handsome face hidden in the crook of your neck. You held the back of his head softly, threading your fingers through his tussled but silky blond hair. His arms were loose around your waist, legs tangled between yours.

“Hawks?” You whispered, unsure if he was still awake.

A soft but low hum vibrated against your throat.

“Do you care if I’m a nobody?” You asked, allowing for your question to slip out.

“Nope,” Hawks mumbled, adjusting how his face pressed against your neck.

“Okay... but what if I couldn’t save myself from villains that came after me knowing they’d get to you?”

Hawks gave another hushed answer, “Then they would have got to me, because I’d come and save you, little birdie.”

You nodded, hesitantly, guilt building up.

“Wouldn’t it be better if I got myself out of the situation? I don’t want you to get dragged into things because of me.”

“And I don’t want you to get dragged into things because of me.”

Hawks drew his face out of your neck, wriggling up to meet your eye level. He lifted his hand up to run his hand up and down your arm.

The shine of the cityscape reflected perfectly in Hawks’s golden eyes through the open window. The sleekness of their hawk-like shape pierced your own as you stared into them. You could sense the seriousness in the hue of yellow. The intense eye contact caught your breath in your throat as your worries poured out.

“Hawks, I’m scared,” you mumbled, “What if someone finds out about us?”

Immediately, Hawks didn’t waste a second in shuffling up to press your face into his chest. The soft circles he ran up and down your shoulder blades ticked through your shirt.

You could hear his rapid heart rate, making it clear the fear that had shocked him into gelding you so tight.

He squeezed you tightly, guilty of placing you into a situation of fear, anxious for what he led you into, and feeling selfish for wanting you anyway.

How could he not when you were all he has ever wanted?

“Call me Keigo,” he whispered, voice light as one of his scarlet feathers.

Your eyes shot open.

“I know I told you that I couldn’t tell you my name but I don’t care anymore,” he confessed, feeling the way you tried to look up at him, “My name’s Keigo Takami, and I promise I will protect you from anything.”

“Keigo... I love that name...” you sighed, getting comfortable against his chest, “It really suits you.”

Hawks couldn’t help but chuckle.

“I know you’ll protect me, Keigo...”

He smiled when you used his name.

“And I promise I’ll do anything to keep us together.”

Sakusa brainrot

A/N: I’m bored and am devoted to one man so here is a collection of random Sakusa headcanons. 

Warnings: all over the place, eczema mention? ocd mention?, kinda self-indulgent in some places

My mans suffers from eczema on his back and sometimes his cheeks, and his back gets really itchy with shirts so he has researched specific materials that he gets all his shirts in

I said this in my ‘how they sleep’ post but he loves!! back!! scratches!! when cuddling (except for when his eczema is appearing ofc)

Ik its canon that he likes dogs but I feel like he likes cats too

Expert at head-cradling, holds and strokes the back of your head when you hug/cuddle :’ )

Loves to do chores, not just cleaning, he loves folding and especially ironing laundry (he lives for the smell)

Speaking of domestic scents, ascends if there are clean sheets on his bed and they’re all fresh-smelling

If you are the type to get freckles in the summer that fade during the winter, he always hopes that they stay for a little longer

If you are the type to apologise for everything, he thinks its really cute and sweet of you, but if you ever apologise for accidentally making him uncomfortable when he’s being germaphobic, he’ll genuinely get mad at you for ever apologising for something he claims is his fault

Also hates that he feels this way about germs too, constantly wanting to be better for everyone around him

Not only hates his germaphobic behaviours for the sake of his loved ones, but because he feels that he misses out on fun activities that he’d normally be repulsed by, such as going to the beach (sand) or theme parks (touching ride handles etc)

Most of his germaphobia is a result of ocd

Once felt so unclean that he scrubbed his skin raw :( , definitely wasn’t good with his eczema, he was in pain for days with carpetburn-like wounds

A/N: Wow that got a bit angsty, back to the fluffy stuff

When he’s jealous, he gets extremely pouty and it’s really cute

Drinks milk straight like Kageyama, Atsumu hates him for it, but he genuinely doesn’t see the issue (I don’t either it’s ok)

This might just be me being self-indulgent, but I think he likes thick girls :”)

Definitely doesn’t mind extroverts deep down, but in the long run, he just moulds better with introverts and would end up with one

Kiss his moles please, he’ll melt

Dresses like someone straight out of the dark academia aesthetic, idk he just gives off that vibe

Remembers the exact type of tablets you like taking, if you struggle to swallow the large ones, he’ll get small ones, if you don’t like that lingering taste on your tongue, knows to get sugar-coated

His strongest subject in school is english, his worst is science

He dabbles in a bit of art, simple sketching and painting, also loves when you’re an artist too

If he were to play an instrument, he’d play the cello 

Loves skincare and has this major routine that he does every night and invites you to do it with him on little self-care dates

Atsumu caught him chuckle at one of his jokes and he’s never been able to live it down since

If he’s overwhelmed in a crowd, he’ll follow you around like a lost puppy or hold onto your hand and you’ll have to drag him everywhere

Back at the start of your relationship before he was comfortable to hold your hand without asking, his way of asking to link fingers would be to tug on your sleeve or your shirt

His hair is the fluffiest when he blowdries it after a shower, and it is in the most perfect but messy ringlets at the same time

A/N: That’s all the headcanons I can think of for now, there may be a part 2 sometime because I live for this man :)