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chadwickboseman It is with immeasurable grief that we confirm the passing of Chadwick Boseman. 

Chadwick was diagnosed with stage III colon cancer in 2016, and battled with it these last 4 years as it progressed to stage IV. 

⁣A true fighter, Chadwick persevered through it all, and brought you many of the films you have come to love so much. From Marshall to Da 5 Bloods, August Wilson’s Ma Rainey’s Black Bottom and several more, all were filmed during and between countless surgeries and chemotherapy. ⁣⁣

It was the honor of his career to bring King T’Challa to life in Black Panther. ⁣He died in his home, with his wife and family by his side. ⁣

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Not gonna lie this long piece I'm writing is not working out at the moment...

For now I'll just post a bunch of short drabbles for both bnha and hq, so please request if you've got any ideas!!

Hello there! It’s so nice to see a blog still open to requests & can portray Levi so accurately!! I was wondering if I could request a one-shot with Levi Ackerman? Hurt comfort genre? Vague idea but Levi can see reader has been down, quietly makes them a cup of tea, sits down with them and just talks quietly? I don’t know about what. But it’s obviously he really cares about them? And they just really needed someone to sit with them in that moment? They needed a grounding point? You don’t have to

A/N: Hi!! Thank you so much for requesting and thinking I portrayed him accurately 🥺 You’re so so sweet 💕 Writing this was no problem at all!! I am still new to this so don’t be shy to give me any feedback! 

Levi x Reader: Grounding Point

Rating: SFW

Genre: Fluffy angst

Word Count: 1.9k

Slight trigger for suicidal thoughts

Recently, the daunting reality you lived in had finally caught up to your dreams of saving humanity. The idea was all well and good, you knew that, but was it possible? Each mission you spent exploring and “conquering” put you in the danger of being eaten, smashed against a tree, squished, squashed, ripped in half, decapitated— The list goes on and on and on and on and on…

           Titans were out there and they were real. You were the first line of defence. You were the hope for humanity. You were the ones risking your lives and no one even knew your name except for when it gets craved onto a gravestone.

           You could die any time you stepped out of the walls.

           Why did you want to be a hero? For the praise? For the nobility? For the feeling of finally being safe?

           Putting the benefits beside the stakes made you think nothing was worth it.

           You didn’t think it was necessary when we were all going to die anyways.

           Humanity wasn’t worth saving.

           The only thing that made it sort of worth fighting for was your captain. Levi Ackerman. He intrigued you, but it wasn’t like you needed to save him when he could look after himself perfectly fine. Those around him… not so much. Not that you blamed him, but your captain had lost so many people he cared about but he still fought.

           But why?

           How?

           How could he find the strength to keep going?

           What was his grounding point?

           You really wanted to ask him, but you were scared that the question would be insensitive. Or, he’d “tch” at you and walk away with a roll of his eyes.

           The fleeting thoughts you had had turned into days of spacing out, and one day it just became too much to handle.

           Your face remained downcast as you sat at the dining hall. You hadn’t bothered to grab anything to eat, your appetite failing you. Claiming you weren’t hungry, you would have preferred to go to your room and sleep – or at least try. However, Hanji had insisted you had to be social for the night after a whole day of training. Your aching muscles from said training should have been a good enough excuse.

           Obviously, you couldn’t escape how hard no matter how hard you could have tried. Hanji was incredibly supportive, kind, intelligent, but she was a little bit too excitable after spending a whole day in a lab instead of expelling her energy. Not that she could ever run out of it, anyway.

           In times like this, you wished she could spare you some of that energy.

           But there you sat, silently staring into space as you zoned out of whatever conversation Hanji was engaged in with Mike. The other cadets and Survey Corp soldiers chattered much louder than Hanji, if that was possible, and the voices echoed in your ears. Ringing replaced them, flashes of blood appeared across your vision and everything went black.

           You were still conscious, but nothing computed or was comprehended. Your fuzzy brain detached from reality, searching for the light.

           Where was it?

           You desperately wanted to go.

           But you became dissatisfied when you were pulled back into reality.

           “Hey, brat,” Levi’s voice broke through the darkness, your head snapping towards him on a diagonal across the table. “You look like you’re going to be sick. Throw up somewhere else.”

           Expression unwavering, you took it as your opportunity to escape, “Yeah, good idea.”

           “Hm.” Levi picked up his teacup in his peculiar way and took a sip.

           Legs shaking, you stood up, the chair screeching on the ground and caused your skin to crawl. Ignoring Hange’s shouts of questioning, you edged to the door of the dining hall. You turned in the direction of your dorm, missing the slight crease that appeared between Levi’s thin eyebrows as he watched after you.

           Keeping your eyes forward, you stumbled through the hall. You took the familiar turns towards your dorm, the incessant ringing in your ears finally starting to ease as the noise of the cadets faded.

           Shakily, you swung the door open when you reached the dorm. Shutting it quickly behind you, you flopped onto your bed. Face down on the pillow, you shook as tiny sobs racked from your throat. A few salty tears seeped into your pillowcase. Letting your mind finally take over, you quickly cried yourself to sleep.

           You were awoken abruptly the next morning by someone knocking twice on your door. Sitting up slowly, you noticed that the sun only just peaked through the trees beyond the window above your bed.

           “Come in,” you wheezed, thinking it would be Hanji.

           However, your heart stopped when Levi opened the door just enough for him to slip into your room accompanied by a tray. Desperately finger-combing your dishevelled hair and rubbing your eyes, you addressed him.

           “I’m sorry, Captain. I’m late for training or cleaning, right? I’ll get going right now—”

           You went to swing your legs off your bed, but Levi cut you off by huffing.

           “Tch, no, brat—” he shut the door behind him with his foot— “Did you seriously sleep with your boots on? You look terrible, too. Did you not shower either?”

           Dumbfounded, you stuttered to reply to him, “I—I didn’t get the chance to do either of those things… I kind of fell asleep before I could.”

           “And you slept on an empty stomach?”

           “Yes, I but—”

           “Tch, I brought you this.”

           Levi presented the tray to you. A cup of steaming tea sat next to a plate with freshly prepared oatmeal right next to it. Your stomach immediately growled at the sight, causing you to reach out towards it.

           “Thank you, Captain,” you took the tray from Levi’s hands.

           He folded his arms and rolled his eyes, “No need for that title; we’re behind closed doors.”

           “Oh…”

           His statement made you slightly flustered as you spooned some oatmeal and placed it in your mouth. Your insides warmed up with the comforting food. As you continued to eat, you felt slightly awkward as Levi stood watching.

           Was he going to say something?

           You flickered your eyes up to meet his shiny grey orbs, catching a glint of confliction in his eyes.

           Was it that he didn’t know what to say?

           You were about to comment, but Levi finally spoke up again. His words stopped your heart from embarrassment.

           “You’re sad,” Levi stared firmly into your eyes, “I saw you were uncomfortable in the hall and gave you an excuse to leave. I was going to follow but I saw how tired you seemed and thought you just needed to sleep. But I know it’s more than that, right?”

           Jaw dropping slightly, you struggled to reply, “I… don’t know what you mean…”

           You could feel your emotions bubbling up again, a lump forming in your throat that you desperately tried to swallow with a mouthful of tea.

           Levi’s next move almost seemed out of character for him. He stooped down to his knees, looking up at you from a different angle. If you weren’t feeling so conflicted with emotions and anxieties, you would have made a comment about how he should be scared of dirtying his white pants on the dusty floor.

           “You’re lying, woman,” Levi’s words were still firm despite his more vulnerable position, as if he was trying to say that you were above him, “The normal you wouldn’t give me such a lame answer. Now would you tell me what’s wrong so you can just be you again.”

           His words took you by pleasant surprise, but the many mixed emotions you had been feeling came out all at once in the worst way. You failed to keep that lump in your throat down, a sob breaking up your rapid breathing. Tears flooded from your e/c eyes, your hands rushing to shield them from Levi’s wavering gaze. Your sudden mood swing caused him to panic slightly.

           “Hey, stop that,” he hushed you, unsure of what else to say, “Tell me. Get it out.”

           Unsure what to do, Levi got off his knees and took a seat next to you on the bed. The mattress sank, causing you to shift towards him. You bumped into him, immediately shrinking back.

           “I’m sorry, Levi, I—I just don’t know what to do anymore,” your words broke up your sobs unevenly.

           “Don’t apologise,” Levi hesitantly took the tray from your lap, placing it on the floor.

           You cried hysterically with Levi next to you, unsure of what he should do to comfort you. In your heart, you wished that he would wrap his arms around you and tell you the best thing for you to hear in the moment. In your head, you were almost unsure if he could do it.

           “Damn…” Levi mumbled, “I wish I was better at this sort of thing. What do you want me to do, Y/N?”

           “I need you to be with me, Levi,” you cried out to him, “I want you to be with me so we can protect each other. This world is so— no, so messed up and I don’t think it’s worth saving. How do you stay so calm and don’t break down all the time? How do you do it? Levi, I just want you to be my grounding point—”

           Your words were cut short by the wind getting knocked from your lungs. Strong but inexperienced arms squeezed you, obviously not knowing the comfortable pressure for hugs. The tears that had once gushed from your eyes had seized, letting only one slip down your cheek and onto Levi’s Survey Corp jacket. The jacket that showed that he witnessed death every day.

           “I bottle it up,” Levi spoke softly, “but don’t ever do that, Y/N. You let it out when you need to and cry. Crying feels so damn good whenever you feel this way.”

           All you could do is nod, slowly snaking your arms around his form. His heartbeat against your chest beat just as fast as yours did; they were in sink. Levi knew what to say to you, no matter how good he thought he was at comfort. You could tell from his words that he spoke from experience, and you trusted him.

           He didn’t push you to say any more than what you had already said, taking the time to bring you back to the present. The warmth of his body against yours and the strangely comforting thought that he still didn’t know what he was doing soothed you. Even though he wasn’t confident in his abilities, how he continued to hold you proved to you how much you truly cared to give it a try.

           Slowly, he pulled you out of your intruding images, memories, and emotions. The unfamiliar radiance of relief and love filled you, swelling your heart and causing you to pull back to look at Levi.

           His brilliant grey eyes flickered with a silver you never noticed until you were this close. No words were exchanged between each other, only his thumb that rubbed over your cheek to rub the tear tracks off your skin.

           “Thank you, Levi,” you whispered, digging your face into the collar of his jacket. You could almost feel the way he rolled his eyes and smiled.

           “A bath would also do you good, you’re filthy.”

           You laughed into his neck, confidence and comfort along you to say the four words you have wanted to say for a while now.

           “I love you, Levi.”

           However, nothing could have prepared you for when he said it back.

           “I… I love you too.”

Shinso x Reader: Scented Candles

Summary: While you were enjoying Shinso's company in your dorm room, the power cuts off. Inspired by the romantic lighting of your emergency candles, Shinso proposed the idea that the two of you should slow dance. He convinces you to sing for him while he holds you close in the aroma of your scented candles.

Rating: SFW

Genre: Tooth rotting fluff

Work Count: 1.1k

A/N: I'm so sorry for the wait recently, I am working on a request too at the moment even though life has been keeping me plenty busy.

Time was forgotten as the darkness beyond your curtains drawn closed over your dorm window had long settled in. The low humming of conversation on the tv on the wall opposing the end of your bed was the only sound you could hear besides your boyfriends slow breathing next to you. 

        The even rhythm of Hitoshi’s chest leaning against your slouched form showed that he was long drifting off to sleep. You didn’t blame him, however, as the trashy movie you had put on for steady background noise had almost bore you to sleep too. Not only that, but the training he was undertaking with Aizawa to fulfill his dream of joining the Hero Course was tiring him out. You were incredibly proud of his progress, but the last thing you wanted was for him to burn himself out.

        You didn’t pay attention to the movie anymore, scrolling through your phone while you rother hand threated its fingers into Shinso’s lilac hair. His cheek rested on your shoulder, one arms resting over your midriff. The lamp by your beside emitted just enough light for your eyes to trace his features whenever his breath would slightly hinder.

        Suddenly, the lamp shut off. The television’s light and the awful dialogue seized with a small click. Your body jolted upright at the abrupt silence that fell over your room.

        Hitoshi’s eyes quickly opened at your sudden movement, straightening his back. You immediately felt bad, switching on the torch setting on your phone.

        “Sorry, Toshi,” you turned the torch to the ceiling as to not accidentally shine it in his eyes.

        “It’s fine, kitten,” Hitoshi’s voice rasped, his hands rubbing his eyes slowly.

        “I think the power went out,” you stated the obvious, taking into account the sky outside was clear, “But there’s no storm outside.”

        “Denki probably sneezed on a power socket, or something,” Hitoshi mused, squeezing you close so he could press a kiss onto your hairline. “Don’t stress.”

        “I’m not stressed,” you poked him in the chest, “but we should probably light some candles, because I think my phone is about to die.”

        Turning your phone over, you turned it on so that you could read the battery percentage. A small number 3 sat next to the small battery symbol in the corner, confirming your suspicion.

        “Looks like we’re going back to sleep then, kitten,” Hitoshi smirked, sinking down into the duvet.

        He adjusted one of your pillows so that it rested at a comfortable angle. His arms wrapped around your torso, dragging you down the bed. Your legs slipped further into the warm blankets as Hitoshi attempted to wrap you up in the duvet. Thrashing your arms around, you urged to wriggle back up to sit.

        A few months ago, you would have stood a fighting chance to get your way whenever Hitoshi tried to use force to get you to cuddle. Mr Aizawa’s training had certainly enhanced his strength, making your playful wrestles feel like a sparing match.

        “No!” You laughed, attempting to pry his fingers from your hips, “I don’t want to sleep yet! I want to light some candles!”

        Hitoshi smirked, “Look at you… you’re struggling to stop me when I’m really tired… Have you been skipping training again?”

        “I don’t skip training!” You stopped wriggling for a moment, turning to look into Hitoshi’s half-lidded eyes. “You’ve just been training harder than me, and I’m proud.”

        “Don’t try to flatter me,” Hitoshi growled, “I’m still winning.”

        He smirked, when you wriggled backwards out of his hold. His arm lifted off you, allowing for you to slide off your bed. You crossed the floor to a cabinet, unaware of Hitoshi’s adoring gaze falling after your figure.            

        Blindly rummaging through a draw, you found a small collection of scented candles, some you gifted to yourself, others from Hitoshi. Fumbling in the dark with the marches, you struct it, a small spark alighting the head. You quickly hovered the match over the candles’ wicks, lighting them all. A row of orange light bounced over the walls and ceiling as the torch from your phone turned off.             

        The amber glow relaxed you, your eyes drifting over to Hitoshi still lounging on your bed. His lilac eyes bore into you, an adoring smirk wrinkling the corner of his soft, kissable lips.     

        Slightly embarrassed by the lingering gaze, you turned your back towards him. Have expecting him to drift off to sleep once again, you began to rearrange your candles so they lined up perfectly across your cabinet. The mixed senses of pinewood, vanilla and lavender wafted into your nose in swirls with the smoke.

        Fingers dancing around the small of your waist took you by surprise, Hitoshi’s hands clasping together across your stomach. Hot air tickled the back of your neck.

        “The atmosphere is suddenly a lot more romantic, would you say so, kitten?”             

        Hitoshi’s silky voice and accusation made you blush, spinning around in his arms to face him. The way his half-lidded eyes trailed your face while resting his hands on your hips caused your stomach to do backflips. There was something about being this close to him that had this effect on you, no matter how long you had been together.

        “It is, yeah,” you sighed, adjusting your hands that you had swung around his neck.

        “Perfect for slow dancing,” Hitoshi rubbed his nose across yours softly.

        You laughed at him, “Since when were you into dancing?”

        “I’m not, but wouldn’t it be fun to try?”

        You pursed your lips, fully aware of the way he had manipulated your movements so you were now slowly swaying to an unknown rhythm.

        “We don’t have any music.”

        “Sing for me.”

        “No, it’s embarrassing.”

        “Please, kitty? Your voice is beautiful.”

        “You only heard me that one time you accidentally walked in on me showering.”           

        “And you sounded lovely.”

        “Bathroom acoustics are always so much better, though.”

        “Baby, please? You’d sound beautiful wherever you are.”

        At this point he was basically begging. You almost felt bad for having to deny him for so long, especially when his lip slightly pouted out at his last sentence.            

        “Fine… but you owe me another scented candle,” you bargained, smiling as he laughed before scoffing at you.

        “You’re so weird.”

        Rolling your eyes, you didn’t protest, mentally hyping yourself up for your small performance. Clearing your throat, you avoided Hitoshi’s eyes as you fell into the first note.

“Put your head on my shoulder Hold me in your arms, baby Squeeze me oh-so-tight Show me that you love me too

Put your lips next to mine, dear Won't you kiss me once, baby? Just a kiss goodnight, maybe  You and I will fall in love”          

        Hitoshi led your bodies in an uncoordinated waltz, giggling whenever he dipped you. His sudden movements would leave you shocked, having to replenish your voice in order to continue the song.

        Even with the cracks in your voice or when you forgot the lyric and had to repeat the line, the way you held each other if the sweet perfumes of your scented candles couldn’t be more perfect.

Haikyuu boys when you get injured while playing your sport

Kuroo, Bokuto, Sakusa, Akaashi, Suga

Summary: What some of my fav boys would be like if you hurt yourself playing your sport! 

A/N: This was kind of rushed so please forgive me if this sucks. And the Sakusa one was longer than the rest because I’m biased 

Kuroo:

He’s so supportive of your successfulness playing tennis

He tries his very best to understand but always gets hype during your games

You were competing in doubles with a partner you never liked playing with

They always blamed you for everything and never called to say if it was their ball whenever it was in the centre

You were in the final set and the other players were about to win the match 

Kuroo was there on the sidelines, noticing how you were slowly losing your patience bit by bit

He called out to you when the other players scored another point against you once again

You found his eyes for a moment

“Just go for it, baby! You’ll get it this time!”

You forced a smile back at him, trying your best to mask your worry and hopelessness 

He saw straight through you

The other player served, perfectly placing it towards the box belonging to your partner’s half of the court

The ball bounced in the corner closest to you

Your partner showed no sign of running towards the ball and you fought the urge to go hit it for them

They had to learn to run for the ball

But if you didn’t hit this ball, you’d lose the match

Letting out an exclamation of anger, you ran forwards and swung your racket

However, the top half of your body had moved forward a lot faster than your legs

A burning tug, more maybe even a tear, flared up your hamstring

Pain shot up your leg, but you kept going, successfully hitting the ball back over the net

You went to step back onto your side of the court as you glared at the other player on your side of the net when the shocking pain came back

It caused your leg to buckle and you fell to the ground

The pain was unbearable, you dropped your racket and clutched the back of your leg

You hissed just as the ball that was still in game was hit back over the net and bounced by your head

Damn it

“Y/N!” 

You squeezed your eyes shut, fighting back the tears caused by both the pain and the humiliating loss

“Y/N”

Kuroo knelt down next to you, rubbing your back

He had jumped the fence and run onto the court, ignoring the strict rules in place about spectating

“Tetsuro, you’re gonna get in trouble for that”

He hushed you, picking up your racket and holding it under his arm

“Come here”

Threading an arm around your upper back, Kuroo slowly began to lift you to your feet

“Pulled a hamstring?”

You kind of chuckled, still trying to hide the fact that you had let a couple tears fall down your cheeks

“Maybe even a tear”

“My sweetheart doesn’t deserve this, do you? After playing so brilliantly? Can you try standing”

Rising to your feet, you lifted your weight off your injured leg

Kuroo kissed the top of your head, leading you off the court

He had taken you to get a scan straight away, immediately finding out that you had indeed torn your hamstring

You were disappointed that you couldn’t play tennis until it was healed

Your boyfriend certainly made up for it, tending to your every need

He even wanted to carry you around the school instead of you having to use those painful crutches

He may have been calm and teasing on the outside during your recovery period

But on the inside he was incredibly worried for you

Despite this, this boy took great care of you and you recovered in no time 

Bokuto:

Extremely excited and supportive of you playing sport!

Especially because it was volleyball and he could help you practice

You were a middle blocker, and a fairly good one at that

Your team had a reputation similar to Date Tech’s because of your blocks

One day, you were training with your hyperactive boyfriend, Akaashi, and Konoha

The rest of the team had left and you had stayed behind for some extra practice with Bokuto

Akaashi and Konoha were only there because Bokuto had practically begged them

You were playing 2v2, you on a team with Konoha

Normally, you would have argued that the teams were unfair, but Bokuto hadn’t completely sprung back from his most recent mood swing and you feared making it worse

It wasn’t too competitive, the four of you trying to get some long rallies in

That was until Akaashi set a perfect ball for Bokuto

He’d become really fired up due to the fun nature of the practice game

He was so proud whenever you did a good play and it put him in a good mood

You smiled, seeing the massive goofy grin on his face as he ran and jumped to meet Akaashi’s elegant and precise set

Sensing that Bokuto was about to hit a straight shot, you jumped up to the net

Bokuto’s hand smacked against the ball in a powerful spike

You were in perfect position, but you had forgotten just how strong your boyfriend could hit those poor balls

The ball bent one of your finger back painfully far, and you winced

It spun off to the side, giving Bokuto and Akaashi the point

You landed on your feet clutching your aching finger and rested your hand on your chest

“Hey! Hey! Hey! Y/n! Did you see that?”

Your boyfriend exclaimed, pumping his fists in the air

However, his hair immediately drooped down and his grin was wiped off his face when he saw how your teeth were gritted

You examined your fingers, noticing the purple swelling of you ring finger 

“Y/N, are you okay? Y/N? Baby? Honey? You look hurt”

Hissing, you nodded

“Yeah, my finger hurts a lot”

Bokuto immediately ducked under the net, running to you

You carefully lifted your hand to display your puffy purple finger to your boyfriend

“Did I do that?”

He asked, grabbing you by the shoulders to urge you to look at him

“The ball did, Bo. Don’t freak out”

“ARGH AKAASHI, I BROKE Y/N’S FINGER”

“No, Bokuto-san. It’s not broken”

“BUT I STILL DID IT!!! I’M SO SORRY, HONEY. FORGIVE ME!”

You couldn’t help but chuckle slightly

“Konoha, could you please fetch me some ice while I tape my fingers up?”

Konoha nodded, immediately leaving the gym to find some ice

You hurried over to your bag and pulled out the tape you always keep with you for emergencies

Sitting on the floor, you slowly and delicately began to tape your fingers together

“THEY WON’T EVEN LET ME HELP THEM, AKAASHI! THEY HATE ME! I GOT TOO EXCITED AND I HURT THEM!”

“Bokuto-san, they don’t hate you”

You smiled to yourself

“Of course, I don’t hate you, Bo. I love you and your amazing ability”

“Really?”

“Really”

After that, Bokuto wouldn’t stop hugging you all the way home

You didn’t bother getting it checked because it was only your finger, but mainly so your overdramatic boyfriend wouldn't freak out if it was any worse than just a sprain

He carried everything for you, even if you could just hold it with your other hand

Don’t bother trying to tell him it’s not a big deal because he will cry while getting into an argument about how he did this to you

Constantly reassure this big baby throughout your recovery period and he’ll feel less guilty with time

It’s a different story if someone else injures you during a real game

Akaashi has to hold him back before he could inflict any damage on the culprit 

Bokuto only wants to protect you

Sakusa:

You played soccer as the goalkeeper, and Sakusa has no idea what is happening the entire time

But that doesn’t mean he can’t tell when you made an incredible save

Playing in a fairly large league meant that you play in a small stadium with a mini grandstand 

He’d sit right up the back in the furthest corner away from anyone

People who didn’t know he was your boyfriend probably thought he was some creep, hiding behind his face mask and dressed in all black with those piercings

Your team was really good, but you were the backbone 

The attackers were certainly swift and flashy when they scored goal after goal

But you were the one to stop the other team from catching up

As much as Sakusa thought you looked really cool whenever you saved a goal, he’d never show it

It takes you a quick glance up to his spot in the stands and see how his eyebrows would soften ever so slightly for you to know that he was secretly praising you

The way his expression shifted never failed to put a smile on your face

When you turned back to the game, you could sight of an attacker on the other team dribbling the ball straight down the centre

You stood poised, trusting the defenders to make the first advancement

But they didn’t

Instead, they stood there, blocking your view of the ball

“Guys!” 

You shouted to get their attention, and a few heads turned your way

“Move out of the way or make an approach!”

Before they could do either of the things you ordered, the opposing player shot at the goal

You recognised the player as the one you had been marking all game for having a powerful kick

The defenders still stood in the way, so you couldn’t see how the ball how curved

Taken aback, you tried your hardest to run and at least punch it away

But the ball continued to curve... right towards your face

You squeezed your eyes shut, feeling the full force of the shot on your nose

Your hands flew up to your face as your head fell back due to the force

The crowd whined as you fell to the ground and held your face in your gloved hands

You could tell almost immediately that the bridge of your nose was not in the right place

Hesitantly taking your hands off your face, you found a pool of blood staining you goalie gloves

The referee’s whistle blew and the game paused as your teammates gathered around you

After your team and worriedly asked questions and the player who had taken the shot apologised to you, your coach escorted you off the field

You sat on the bench, a medic pressing a wet cloth to your nose to catch the blood

“Hey, Y/N”

Recognising the voice, you took the cloth from the medic and searched for Sakusa

You found him leaning over the fence, eyebrows slanted slightly

You stood up, the pain rushing up your face as you met him by the fence

“Did you break it?”

“Definitely, it hurts really bad. But I think I can play the rest of the match with it taped”

“No, you’re not”

“Yes, I am”

“I’m taking you to the hospital, right now”

“No, you’re not”

“Yes, I am”

“No, you’re not”

“You’re almost as annoying as Atsumu”

You chuckled, hesitantly lifting the cloth off your nose to take a look at how much blood had soaked into it, and to give Sakusa a look

Almost the entire cloth was dyed scarlet 

Sakusa flinched slightly at the sight, and even though he wanted to cup your face in his hands, he didn’t want to touch the blood

“Does it look gross?”

You asked, poking your face closer to your boyfriend

At the way he shrunk back, you took the answer to be a yes

“Am I still cute?”

Sakusa rolled his eyes, brushing your mattered hair off your forehead and quickly retracting his hand

“Don’t ask such a stupid question”

That was all it took for you to let him take you from the game early to the hospital where you got an x-ray and your nose taped

Sakusa wouldn’t admit it, but there was something about the cute little bandage on the bridge of your nose that make you even more adorable to him

He’d get repulsed again soon enough, if your nose ever started to bleed 

During your recovery, he made sure you never overdid it and gave yourself a headache

He always helped you clean yourself, afraid you might “smack your nose or something ridiculous”

Sakusa had always thought you were amazing at what you did for a sport, but he became a bit more reluctant to let you train or play after you had fully healed

You convinced him that it wouldn't happen again, but never promised

You were also guilty of liking how openly worried he was for you, not minding if you were to be put into that situation again

Akaashi:

Out of all of them, Akaashi was the quickest to understand the points and rules of your sport

He got really into it, keeping a close eye of the table to see how your team was compared to others

Both of you were well aware that waterpolo could be a dangerous sport

You could get kicked, punched, scratched, probably even knocked out, and even dragged under the water

He always reminded you of this before every game

This week you were playing against the team that had a reputation of being rough and dirty players

Akaashi had heard of them, explaining to you to be prepared for anything

You kind of shrugged him off, confident in your abilities as to not drown

The game was going well so far, but the other team had been given multiple fouls which was to be expected

You hadn’t encountered too many rough players, only having to shake off people who held onto your swimmers 

That wasn’t to say that many others on your team hadn’t been kicked on purpose or the like

Akaashi liked watching your games from afar

But still close enough that he could call out to you if he wished 

Also, he’d proceed to pass away if you knew this, but he likes being at the perfect angle to see you in those swimmers

Don’t tell no one though

You were currently marking a player, desperately trying to swim in front of them in order to prohibit them from receiving the ball

The other player’s arm wrapped around your front

Normally, you would simply push them off, but what they did next took you by surprise

They dug their fingernails into your chest, clawing at your skin in order to push you out of the way

You pushed away, only for their nails to scratch you right across the chest

The messy red lines stung in the chlorine, but the adrenaline from the game urged you to keep going

Akaashi certainly noticed the player’s dirty move

As far as he knew, it was encouraged to cut your nails before you played a game 

What did he expect from the dirtiest team?

The game finished shortly after, you clambering out of the pool and grabbing your towel

Dabbing the towel over the scratches hurt, but you ignored it, wanting to go to Akaashi to celebrate your win

Hurrying up to his seat, you waved at him

“I think I played well! What do you think, Keiji?”

He didn’t answer your question, instead, he made his way over to you and pulled a clean tissue out of his pocket

“What’s wrong?”

“I saw how that other team played”

He took the tissue and carefully dabbed the small drops of blood that began to trickle from the edges of the scratches

The contact stung, causing you to pull away slightly, to which Akaashi gently held your nape to keep you in place

“Sorry if that stings”

“It could be a lot worse”

You owned up, allowing Akaashi to stop the blood

When he had finished, he pulled the towel that you had loosely wrapped around your waist up over your shoulders

“Don’t get cold”

The two of you headed home, treating the scratches with antiseptic

The deepest cuts were covered delicately with bandaids, as you insisted that there was nothing else wrong

Akaashi was smart enough to realise they were only minor injuries, he never stopped kissing them and making sure your clothes didn’t rub against them until you were fully healed

Suga:

Suga was chaotic and honest enough to say that he didn’t really understand the appeal of basketball

He certainly understood how the points worked and all the rules, but he was confused as to why you loved it so much

You’d playfully argue back with him, but your height did not help your case

He’d say things like “Why do you play when you’re so short? It’s like volleyball in that right, right?”

You’d snap back with an argument about Hinata and his passion

In reality, it is all harmless teasing

Suga loves that you have something you are passionate about, and he relates to it

He’s certainly supportive, comes to every single game, and regularly picks you up from practice

Is also known to have shown up earlier to pick you up than necessary just to watch you practice with your teammates and shout encouragement from the sideline

At this point, your entire team knows who he is

He’s just so friendly and charismatic like that

His permanent smile was wiped off Suga’s face when you got hurt during practice, but he wasn’t serious for long

You were playing a practice game, coming up against the tallest player in your team

They were a lovely person, certainly, but they had no coordination with their long limbs

You had the ball, desperately trying to outstep them

When they attempted to swipe the ball, you stepped back and passed it over to someone on your team on the other side of the court

“Great job, Sugar!”

You smiled over to Suga 

The tall player turned around, trying to sneak around behind you

However, you were trying to walk backwards, not expecting their leg to still be right behind you due to where the rest of their body was

You tripped over them, falling directly onto your tailbone 

“Oh, Y/N, I’m so sorry!”

Your teammate called out to you

“It’s okay!”

You replied, ignoring the enormous amount of pain in your tailbone

Suga’s laughter could be heard from the sidelines, causing you to feel slightly humiliated too

Surely, you laughed it off with him, but when you stood up, your tailbone felt incredibly numb

It hurt to walk, each step you winced at the pain

Not only that, but you felt stupid

This had to be the lamest thing that had ever happened, you couldn’t believe you were tearing up over falling onto your ass

But, maybe that meant that there was something wrong

You called out to your coach, telling them that you wanted to sub off for the rest of the practise match

You immediately headed over to your boyfriend, aching with each step

Suga’s laughter had seized, in fact, he could tell better than anyone that something wasn’t right

“Suga, I think I broke my tailbone or something because it really hurts”

You whined 

“Aww, baby. Come here”

Suga pulled you into a hug, helping you strip off your bib to give to the coach

“Should we get a scan? I’ll take you to the hospital right now”

You nodded, Suga running over to gather your things before helping you to his car

Turns out, you had fractured your tailbone

You had to be careful with how you sat for ages, either having to sit on a special pillow or not sit at all

It was so inconvenient, especially when it came to school

You didn’t go, Suga sending you the notes and visiting every afternoon to study with you to make sure you didn’t fall behind while lying on the floor on your stomachs

It was a slow and painful recovery, and of course Suga was the biggest help

But, once you began to get a bit better, the teasing ensued

This was the perfect time for many inside jokes to be made, and when you made your recovery, you both enjoyed confusing Daichi and Asahi about them

They both found it weird, as they all had something to do with your ass

All in all, this angel brings the light out of everything, even when it’s when you can’t even sit in peace

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.