Not Gonna Lie This Long Piece I'm Writing Is Not Working Out At The Moment...

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!!

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.

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.”

Quick PSA!!

I’d just like to thank you all heaps for how much this little blog has grown in such a small amount of time! It really surprised me how many of you like my writing and I’m really flattered 💕

I’d also like to apologise for my horrible, non-existent posting schedule...

For those who have requested, they will be out soon. I also have plans for oneshots that I hope will come soon for you guys 👀

Thank you all so much for the love and support!!

~ Ash

Hi there, I was wondering if you could do a Kuroo x reader (fluff) at his formal and he introduces you to all his team mates etc? Thanks so much.

Hi friend! This is my first request so I hope I did well!! I did this in the form of headcanons with a mini scenario if you don’t mind 💗💕💖 

Rating: SFW

Genre: Fluff

A/N: Yikes, this went way out of proportion too, but hey I love myself some Kuroo fluff and this was an excellent way to do it

Kuroo x Reader: Two Lives

First off, Kuroo is a massive dork and he likes to hide it

He asked you to formal/prom in the hallway of the school with a large poster, tbh probably teased you for the blush you got due to all the people watching

Nonetheless, of course you had to say yes, the way he had presented you flowers was the cherry on top of this already sweet cupcake

Your parents both love Kuroo and were so excited for you to be going with him

When the day of the formal finally came, you dressed up incredibly nicely and continued to touch up your appearance until Kuroo camee to pick you up like he said he would

The rhythmic knocks on the front door made your mother leap off her chair to answer it 

You could hear from the bathroom your mother’s greetings to your boyfriend and date, her cheekily stating how handsome he looked

Your mother called for you to come out and your heart stopped

Honestly it felt like you were about to present yourself to him in your wedding dress or something

Fixing your hair quickly, you hurried to the door 

Wow... Kuroo’s smirk at your sheepish smile made your heart melt 

Boy, was your mother right, he looked so good in his suit *chefs kiss*

Even his bed hair looked better than usual even though he didn’t do anything else to it 

This dork took you by the hand and kissed your knuckles in front of your damn mother

He’d whisper “you look beautiful” before whipping out his f/c corsage which you took while shooting him back a compliment

After gathering your things he led you back to his car

The whole ride to the venue was full of giggles, whispers and sneaky kisses

Kuroo would try to hide it but he was incredibly nervous for the formal as his entire team would be there

He tried to keep your life with him seperate from his life of volleyball, but you couldn’t help but be proud of him when you found out he was the captain for Nekoma’s team

Despite going to the same school as the team, Kuroo hid you very well and no one in the team knew he had a girlfriend, not that he was embarrassed of you but because he thought you’d be more interested in the other team members than him jealous baby be protective

Of course you knew Kenma already, but Kenma being Kenma, he didn’t really let it bother him

The two of you walked through the doors of the venue hand in hand and that was when the fun began

The dark room was illuminated by sudden flashing lights, the disco ball’s reflective sparkles dancing across the room. Music and chattering filled your ears, making it hard to even hear Kuroo next to you.

“Did you want to get a drink?” The music drowned him out, causing him to squeeze your hand to get your attention.

“Huh?”

“Drinks?” He asked again, this time snooping down to talk into your ear.

“Oh, yeah,” you nodded, “That sounds good.”

Kuroo took to standing behind you to guide you through the crowd by the hold his large hands had on your waist. The tables covered in platters of food was surrounded by students - some your friends that gave you either a wink or a wave. You knew the wink was in reference to your date, after all, Kuroo was the guy every girl in third year had a crush on.

However, if they actually knew him, all the more popular or pretty girls that want him for his bed hair and piercing cat-like eyes would be confused. His looks were deceiving, as nothing or no one could convince you your boyfriend wasn’t the biggest dork ever.

Spying the punch bowl, you nudged Kuroo and led him around the long table. When you reached it, Kuroo used his height to scoop a drink for the both of you over the heads of the a group of first year girls. 

They giggled at him, only for Kuroo to smirk and slyly comment, “Kids.”

You took a sip of the tangy fruit punch and let Kuroo walk you towards the other side of the room. It was remarkably more quiet, letting you catch your breath a little. 

“Not your scene, huh?” Kuroo pressed a kiss to your hairline as you took another sip from your plastic cup. 

“Well, it’s not that,” you shrugged, “I was just hoping I’d get to meet the team tonight like you promised ages ago.”

Kuroo sighed, making you hold your breath. You knew how observant he was and trusted him to realise you were being serious. You were kind of tired being a secret from his team - he was their captain. If they were all like Kenma, what’s the harm in that?

“Are you sure? They can be a bit much.”

“Of course I’m sure! They’re your teammates. You’re not ashamed of them, are you?”

Kuroo pursed his lips together; he looked as though he was deep in thought, “No... but they’re troublesome.”

The laugh you let out was hysterical enough on its own, causing Kuroo to grab your chin and tilt it upwards. 

“What's so funny?” He growled, rubbing his nose gently across yours.

“Why did you say that like you were an old man, or something?”

“Alright...” He couldn’t hold in his smile, shaking his head in amusement. “We’ll go see if I can find anyone.”

He unwillingly led you back into the crowd, keen eyes searching through the heads of dancing and talking partners or friend groups. 

The first teammate he spotted he couldn’t miss in a hundred miles. Platinum hair stood almost a full head over the crowd, seemingly arguing with someone lost in the crowd.

Kuroo tugged on your hand in the direction of his teammate. It didn’t take long to reach the tall boy, he having seen you two coming. His green eyes widened upon seeing his captain and he beamed a bright smile while waving.

“Lev! I’m not done with you!” A second voice cried up to who you now assumed was Lev.

“But Kuroo’s coming! And he has a girl with him!” 

“What.”

When you finally came to stand beside Kuroo and Lev, you saw the second boy. His was remarkably short for a volleyball player but you kept your mouth shut, already knowing that his temper must be as short as he is.

“Yaku, Lev, this is my girlfriend, y/n.” Kuroo placed a hand on the small of your back in comfort. “Yaku is a third year and Lev is a first year.”

“Hi... you’re really tall for a first year, Lev,” you could only comment with a sweet smile to sugar coat it. The last thing you wanted was to come across as rude.

“Yeah, I get that a lot,” Lev rubbed the back of his neck with a smile, “You’re really pretty.”

“Oh, thank you,” the compliment made you curl into Kuroo.

Yaku grumbled, “Keep your beefy cat eyes off Kuroo’s girlfriend, you Tin-headed Titan.”

“That’s right,” Kuroo dug his nose into your neck, kissing it lightly.

You laughed at how it tickled, hiding your face in your hands. Lev and Yaku shielded their eyes, embarrassed by the PDA of their captain.

Yaku cleared his throat, “Kuroo, that’s enough. Are Kenma and Yamamoto here?”

“Of course Kenma isn’t here,” Lev nodded, “I guess Yamamoto is, though.”

“Nope,” Kuroo shook his head, “The guy got rejected by his date; he said he’s in misery and didn’t want to go.”

The giggles and comments the four of you made for the rest of the night warmed your heart. Both Lev and Yaku were lovely and friendly, but it was a shame neither Kenma or Yamamoto - whoever he was - couldn’t join you. Eventually, Kuroo led you away from them once he was sick of the others.

“I’m glad you got along with them.”

“Of course, they were really nice.”

“If you handled them, maybe you’re ready to meet Bokuto and Akaashi too.”

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School’s been taking a toll on me but I hope to get back to writing in the next week or so...

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