#🍷.hq drabble

[solesommerso]

Sammy 😭 now pls give some comfort to our Street boy, my heart is breaking for him after that drabble 😭😭❤️❤️ - 🍷

~ the content below is 18+ and deals with serious topics, if uncomfortable or a minor please click away

(This is actually just a WIP I’ve neglected and probably won’t finish but shhhhhh🤫)

Taking Care | street x molly

Summary: some good old hurt/comfort with molly and street after their break up (which is before canon) and after Nate’s death and bucks attempt

Authors note: this doesn’t have buck dying but it fits okay with the other fic I have posted. Also we’re not gonna talk about how this has been in my drafts since June 19 or how ungodly long it is (it’s from back when I was having a molly/street kick)

Warnings: talk of death, grief, swearing

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When Street and Molly had broken up after Street ghosted her for three weeks, given he was undercover and Molly understands that, she made a decision. That her and Street would still be friends and she'd still be there for him.

And he agreed to that, it's been working, they text like friends do, they go out to eat like friends would, they're honestly better being friends than all the pressure that was on them during their official relationship. It's brought a new ease and fun element to their dynamic.

That all being said, Mollys pretty sure it's her turn to cash in the "I'll be there when you need me" chip and drag Street away from whatever he's doing at work. It's been three days of the driest texts she's ever revived and three days of Street skipping out on the usual daily runs they go on together. Molly worried as is but the call she gets from her father makes nothing better.

"You remember Buck? Yeah, he tried to hurt himself but the team found him before he could. Everyone seems to be doing okay but- Street not so much. I know you guys are still friends and I was wondering if you could try and talk to him, all of us have already tried, Dr.Wendy even dragged him into therapy but it didn't help all that much. Thanks Molly, love you."

It was left on her answering machine after a grueling shift at the court house but none of that matters. Molly knew beforehand that she was going to make an effort to go visit Street sometime this week but now that's moved to today. Checking his location proves he's still at HQ and that gives Molly a bit of anxiety as she's about to go pull her ex boyfriend away from his job mid shift, she thinks her dad will make an acceptation for this.

~

Standing in the doorway of the Swat kitchen makes Mollys face drop to concerned. All of twenty squad, minus Street, are sat at the table eating and laughing like normal, James however, is standing with his back leaned against the counter and a cup of what looks like tea cupped in both his hands. He's staring into space without even seeing Molly walk more into the room.

"Molly?" Chris raises a brow, twenty squads aware of the break up so it probably calls for some questions.

"Street." Molly walks past Chris to stand in front of Streets statue of a body. He looks up at her with dark circles under his eyes and a furrow in his brow.

"Molly? What are you doing here? Are you okay?" She rolls her eyes at the instant worry that's always reminded her of how her father was with her mother.

"I am, but you're not." Street makes one of those little defeated noises that Mollys only heard a handful of times but breaks her heart all the same. She piers down into the cup of, yup tea, there's no way Streets even take a single sip and it seems stone cold.

"When did you get this?" She asks taking the cold cup out of Streets loose hands, it's not from any coffee maker in Swat, it's definitely bought somewhere.

"This morning." It's two pm.

"Yeah you're not drinking this, it's freezing." Molly dumps the cup down the sink beside them then places the empty cup down to open her arms. Street looks even more confused.

"Come here." She wiggles her fingers and Street just looks at her. God he's so stubborn.

"We're not dating anymore." Molly groans, no shit.

"And yet I'm still here. Now come on, I'm not gonna force you but my arms are getting tired." She gives a small smile that's halfway returned before Streets shuffling forward. His arms go around Mollys waist and face tucks into her neck, she wraps around his back as tight as she can, if Molly knows one thing about Street it's that he's clingy when he's upset and right now he's definitely upset.

She actually loved and loves how clingy Street would get after a bad case or hard day. When he'd come over to her apartment and insist on pressing himself as close as humanly possible into Mollys body. Many occasions that resulted in him leaned against her back while she went around the kitchen making dinner or even folding laundry. He just needed to feel her and she was more than happy to welcome the comfort up.

"When was the last time you ate?" Molly questions even as Streets weight leans more onto her. He grumbles something about her being over worried.

"I ate this morning." That's a damn lie and they both know it, Street doesn't eat breakfast unless it's at two am and he's drunk.

"Sure you did. And when was the last time you slept?" The way Streets face nuzzles into Mollys neck is enough to tell her that he hasn't slept in any amount of acceptable time.

"I sleep. Sometimes." Her fingers graze small lines into Streets back, she knows they should just leave and she should force some food into his system, y'know maybe not have this conversation where Streets works but- well- she's not going to make him move until he steps away.

"How much is sometimes?" Mollys fully aware of how bad Streets normal sleep schedule is so she can only imagine how little he's sleeping now.

"I got like two hours last night, we got called in at five." Molly curses her father for that one silently. He should've just forced Street off this case, not that Street would've listened or not tried to fight it, she just hates seeing him like this.

"Is your house gonna be a mess when we go there?" Street puffs a breath of air through his nose onto Mollys skin.

"Kinda. We're going home?" Street quietly asks and Molly hums.

"We are going home and we are eating and sleeping and probably talking." Mollys actually not as worried about the talking right away as she knows Street will open up eventually and that he's gotten significantly better at telling her what's really going on in his head.

"I'm on shift." She laughs a little.

"My dads your boss, we're going home. You aren't gonna be a very good cop if you drop to the ground." Street pulls his suspiciously wet face back to squint at her.

"Do I even have a choice?" Absolutely not.

"Nope. You really gonna try to negotiate with a lawyer?" Street glances up at the ceiling like he's actually debating arguing.

"No." He says in a fake sigh.

"Yeah, yeah, tell me about it in the car. Let's go, I'm for one, tired and for two, hungry. You don't seem any better either." Mollys hand drops to grab Streets then pulls him out of the room, he doesn't even glance at the team, Molly can't decide if that's a good sign or a bad one.

~

The drive to the Luca/Street residence is spent in comfortable silence and Streets head lolling against the window every few moments as he holds Mollys hand loosely in between the seats. Molly tries to drive smoothly with how exhausted James seems and she drives a bit slower in order to keep her hand in his.

Normally Molly would be the one in the passenger watching how effortlessly Street drove at a fast pace with one hand and a conversation being kept up. A new found skill she can gap that he has apparently.

"Come on, I'll make us something to eat." Street reluctantly gets out of the car and leads Molly inside his and Lucas place. It's messy, not to an alarming 'we need to throw everything away' rate but to an extent that has Molly concerned.

Streets usually a neat freak that makes sure everything is put away before he even thinks of going to bed or relaxing, it use to drive Molly a bit crazy. So seeing how there's dishes piled in the sink and clothes unfolded by the table makes her face fall. She knows Lucas probably noticed it but Lucas never been the tidiest person so the cleanings mostly left to Street.

"Any requests?" Molly questions and instead of a response she gets Street coming to lean his face against her shoulder blade and wrap his arms around her waist from behind. Molly smiles under the touch, she'd never push this away, it feels too special and makes her believe that Street really does trust her in the way he says. He wouldn't be this vulnerable with her if he didn't mean it.

"Okay, grilled cheese it is." That's about the only thing Molly can count on Street having the ingredients for. Luca cooks sometimes and Street will occasionally buy they never really have their fridge stocked up.

She moves through the kitchen with Street shuffling along with her, under normal circumstances she would tease him about being a tree frog, but right now it feels wrong to mention it. Mollys anxiety only grows in her chest when she thinks she feels wet patch grow on her shirt where Streets face is pressed.

Street not one to cry about things, ever really, Molly doesn't think she's ever seen an actual tear fall from his eyes, she's noticed tears filled in his eyes or even wet lashes, but never a real tear track. She pulls out of the hold to turn to Streets face and confirm that it is tears, there's only a few falling, but Mollys hands instantly go to cradle his face.

"Honey...." James's eyes close as a few more fall down and he bites onto his bottom lip.

"I just um- my brothers gone and- and Buck was really close to dying. I don't know what I'm supposed to do with that all." Street confesses with his head tilted down a bit. Molly feels her own tears well up at how raw his voice is, she's not sure she's ever heard him sound so upset.

"I don't think there's anything you're meant to do, you just process it and grieve Nate. Whatever that is depends on how you feel." Mollys thumbs brush the stray tears off Streets blotchy cheeks.

"I-I I didn't get to say goodbye." Molly wraps her arms around Streets shaking shoulders when a strangled sob leaves his throat and tears spill heavily. Her arms hold him in as close as he can and Streets face tucks into the crook of her neck with more sobs echoing out of him.

"Shh, it's okay, he knew you cared and loved him. Nate knew that, he didn't need a goodbye." It’s all she can say, she doesn’t know much about Streets brother but according to her father Street put all of his energy into helping Nate.

“I- I miss him so much Molls.” Molly can feel her heart snap as she takes a short breath. He hasn’t used that nickname in a long time, since before he went undercover, she’s almost positive the late time she heard it was waking up on Streets chest one morning.

“Oh darling I know, shhh, I know.” Molly tips her head down to tuck her nose into Streets hair as she murmurs sweet nothings softly. James doesn’t let up his sobbing immediately but eventually the heart wrenching sounds turn to sniffles, then to low snores when Molly lays his head in her lap and cards her hands through his hair.

#writing #js #mh #molly x street #jim street #molly hicks

[anhelus]

Atsumu knows he’s a difficult person.

He’s been told that many times, over and over again. His need for perfection, his headstrong nature and his dedication to volleyball has earned many admirers. But it has also earned many people who scorn him for being stubborn and competitive to a fault.

He knows he didn’t exactly set himself up for a role model when he was found constantly fighting his twin brother all through his school years. And he’s aware his contempt for everyone who dared to cheer during his serves painted him in a harsh antagonistic light, something that he could only curb with years of playing pro and listening to his team as they handled his social media presence and the whatnot that followed with being a professional athlete.

So when hours bleed into days and you constantly refuse to communicate with him after the third fight of the week, he is cautious, navigating his way to you while walking as if he’s on eggshells - scared that another wrong move, another insensitive remark and he just might lose you.

You’re silent as he picks you up from work, lucky to have an off day for the first time in forever. Your eyes are averted to the car window, as he drives through the traffic - careful to not let the gentle rain block his sight as he tries his best to navigate it safely back home with you.

He wonders what you’re thinking. How was your day? Did you eat enough? Did your shitty boss piss all over you like you always complained? He’s never been too good at reading people and sometimes he wished he could do it as easily as you do.

“Do you wanna pick somethin’ up to eat?” he asks nervously, a wobbly smile gracing his lips as he averts his gaze from the mostly empty road to look at you, but you’re not looking at him. No, your eyes are still trained outside the window, watching everything pass you by in a whiz, the rain drops having a race against time

His hands are shaky (he’s not certain if it’s the cold that’s creeping up his spine due to the sudden rain, or is it because he’s anxious about losing you forever with each second passing in dreadful silence his ears and soul cannot bear) as he slows the vehicle down until it’s parked at the utmost left of the now empty road.

Confused at the sudden stopping, you turn to question him but your mouth dries as you take a good look at your boyfriend in what seems like days. His eyes are bloodshot, eyebags heavy and dark - highlighting the endless nights he has failed to sleep without you in his arms. His hair is disheveled - a consequence of his anxious habit of playing with his hair when he’s nervous to the bone and has nothing to help him calm down.

You wait with a hitched breath as his eyes turn watery and his lips wobble into a pout as he whispers into the cool air, “Can ya forgive me, angel?”

And that’s when the waterworks begin.

His palms rush to his aid, pressing into his eyes to stop the tears from falling down his face and your face falls as you watch your boyfriend get caught up in his mind.

“Hey, hey! Baby, shhh”, you coo at him, taking his face into your hands and gently wiping his tears away for him.

“M so sorry for this, angel”, he hiccups, his eyes rimmed with red as he just looks at you - almost as if he’s remembering your face when it isn’t so passive… and distant from him.

“Maybe if I hadn’t been so bad, you’d still talk to me and-”

You’re quick to cut him off, “It’s okay, bub! I forgot about it a long time ago, especially with the day I’ve had, okay? All I wanted was to take a bath and just sleep with you, okay? I’ve just had a shitty day and I should’ve apologized for being mean to you, ‘Tsum”.

Sure, fights with Atsumu are no fun. He’s stubborn, a know-it-all at the worst of times...but he’s still the man you love. And despite the fact that he surely has a talent for getting on your nerves, he’s also the love of your life and no amount of petty fights could ever change that.

“You mean that?” he looks at you with such hopeful eyes, it makes you wish you could protect him from everything that can ever hurt him (including your temper).

“You’re not angry anymore?”

“Not at all, pretty boy. I love you more than anything, you know that?”

He nods slowly, a shy smile on his face.

“Good”.

With that, you kiss his forehead and watch in relief as his shoulders sag and relax after all this time. You’re tempted to leave more than one kiss and you slowly start kissing his face over and over again - till you end up peppering his face with feathery kisses that make him giggle and make him look much more worry-free than you have seen him ever since training started again.

“Okay, okay, fine!” Atsumu gently gets you off of him, smiling as he starts the car again - the rain much lighter as he asks you what you’d like to order for takeout.

You’re all the more happy to humor him by suggesting his favorite restaurant. And he’s happier than ever to pick up dessert from the bakery you like on your way back home.

#haikyuu!! #haikyu x reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu angst #atsumu x y/n #atsumu drabble #hq atsumu #atsumu fluff #atsumu angst #🍷.haikyuu #🍷.atsumu #🍷.miya atsumu #🍷.hurt/comfort #🍷.hq drabble #🍷.atsumu x reader #🍷.miya atsumu x reader #🍷.angst #🍷.fluff #🍷.vivian posts #🍷.drabble dump

[izaanagi]

Hello I hope you're doing well!! Can I ask for Akaashi keiji, cold hands please.

prompt: hq! akaashi keiji + cold hands.

sans’ corner: hi there! I hope you are doing well too. I hope this is up to your standards. Enjoy!

Akaashi never wants to hold hands, and maybe it would not bother you that much if you did not know that his hands are always freezing cold. No matter what he does, tossing, eating or writing - they just feel like circulation does not flow into them. But Akaashi just politely smiles, and shakes his head when you ask him whether he would like a hot pack and instead tells you to use it for yourself. 

And isn’t it that how the saying goes? “Cold hands, warm heart” or something similar? No that it matters, because you know that Akaashi is about the nicest person on earth - but it still breaks your heart trying to protect you from his pianist fingers because he is afraid that you might not like it. It’s then, that the stupidest thought hits you and you decide to carry it out right away, because why not. 

So when Akaashi sees you walking towards him with a small bag in your hands towards him, he smiles and frowns at the same time - accomplishing the god-like feat to transmit you his curiosity, worry and contentedness at seeing you just in one glance. Swinging lightly the bag you approach him, and hug his bigger frame. 

“I have something for you,” you offer instead of an explanation. You offer him the bag, and he takes it, carefully avoiding brushing your finger with his, and peeks inside. He then picks up a pair of gloves, which you know are just about perfect for Akaashi hand size, not even trying to justify yourself on how do you know that (,also it is the biggest size you find in the shop, which surprised no little. He looks at you with a confused stance, but you just smile tenderly at that and make the vague gesture a person does when they want for you to try something on. 

“They are for you. I know you have always cold hands, so you try to avoid letting me feel them as much as you can - but Keiji, I don’t really care about that,” you say to him.

Akaashi shakes his head, “Am I that obvious?” He asks, and you feel a little laugh escape yourself. “Yeah, just a little bit,” you answer then. But the gloves are a perfect fit, and you have no queries about now taking Akaashi’s hands into yours and swing it up and down, to and fro. 

“You seem happy. Did you want to hold my hand that badly?” Akaashi investigates. But you just nod at his question, and swing your interlocked hands once more. “Thank you, for the gloves,” Akaashi reiterates. And then, as the real gift, he takes the glove off and takes your hand in his. You can’t help but feel inadequate with Akaashi’s long, delicate fingers gracing yours, which are always somehow sweaty. But he does not care, and swings your hands once again, with less emphasis than when you did, but with the same enthusiasm. Akaashi’s hands are still cold, but now he does not care about it - and holds your hand anyway. 

thank you enormously for participating in the 1st November Event and thank you for reading. Interactions are welcome and encouraged!

© renaissansse, 2021.

#akaashi keiji #akaashi keiji fluff #akaashi x reader #akaashi x you #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader #hq fluff #hq x reader #akaashi keiji x reader #haikyuu x you #hq x you #haikyuu drabbles #november prompts #.🍷— events #.🩸— prompt #.scenarios

[renuqi]

hihhihihi !!!!!! you said you needed more hq requests so i am here <3 is it okay if i ask for sugawara / suna / tendou / terushima ( you can pick <3 ) as an s/o <3

BIBA MY BELOVED THANK YOU SM FOR THE REQUEST!!! this is prob the last thing i post on here for the night bc i got school tmrw :') also i'll prob do all 4 at some point but for now I'm just gonna do suga n suna

S/O HEADCANNONS

⤷ sugawara, suna x gn!reader (separate)

warnings: im happy crying they are so cute

- [ ♡ ] suna

— naps w him are the best???

— like he gives the best cuddles,,, HIS HUGS R SO WARM

— this smug mf prob the type of bf to do that thing where he leans down and tilts his head to hear you better (if you’re shorter than him)

— if you’re taller,,, THIS MF-

— he’ll grab your shoulder and pull you down so you are eye-level with him and say “say that again?” with this pretty smirk ARGDMENMF

— has a collaborative playlist with you on spotify where you both add songs that remind you of eachother

— even if he’s not the best at expressing his emotions,, he knows exactly how you feel so he’s always there to comfort you

— he never assumes that you know how much he loves you,, he is always doing something to show it (hes trying his best :)))

— like i said in that one drabble,, he compares you to any cute animal he finds on the internet

— like he found this cat picture on pinterest

and he made a collage of the cat picture with a picture of you with the same face/ pose beside it and ur like ??? where did u get that pic of me???

- [ ♡ ] sugawara

— hes so good w kids and that makes him 2938929293x more attractive

— like u were babysitting ur niece and he wanted to tag along so you let him

— SEEING HIM GET ALONG W UR NIECE MADE UR HEART GO DOKI DOKI AAHHHHHH

— people may see him as a mom friend but this bitch is the devil reincarnated

— he plays pranks on you every chance he can get and you just like ??? where was the caring loving energy you were giving go T_T

— such a gentleman outside of that tho,, he’ll open doors for you, pull your chair out for you, etc.

— the amount of inside jokes you have ?!?!? like you’ll be hanging out w the third years and you pop a inside joke and you and suga are on the floor laughing while the rest of the third years are so confused

— calls you the sweetest pet names :(

— he uses that as a way to tease you tho,,, like pops out the cheesy and corny ones bc hes a playful s/o <333

— expect him to text you shit like “my little sugar cookie 😇😇” “my sugar plum 😘🍷” LIKE

main masterlist <3

hq masterlist <3

rbs and likes appreciated !!

#ren’s writes #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #suna fluff #suna x reader #sugawara fluff #sugawara x reader #suna rintaro fluff #suna rinatro #sugawara koshi fluff #sugawara koshi

[the-ss-horniest-book-club]

Well hellooooo ladies of the HBC! I hear drinks and drabbles are in order tomorrow and I was wondering if I could join you and what time that would be? NGL ill be coming from the pub so the drinking will have already started. No guarantees you'll get anything good out of me but I'm more than willing to try anything at least once😘

Hello @crushedbyhyperbole 🍷👍 have fun at the pub tomorrow! HBC HQ is on Eastern Standard Time, so if you are drinking while drabbling that starts whenever anyone is done with work. I'm ready earlier during the day for our friends in Europe and later for our Midwest and West Coast buddies. This was a long way of saying any time between midnight and midnight your time zone that you'd like to send me a DM for a prompt is fine! When you DM me let me know which characters you like to write, if you prefer to write angst/fluff/smut and whether or not you do RPF - that helps me find good prompts for you!

#hbc drunk drabbles

[izaanagi]

bokuto and river unhappiness

prompt: hq! bokuto koutarou + river unhappiness

sans’ corner: I would say I am sorry but I am really not. I apologise for the belatedly answer. Hope it’s not too tough. Enjoy!

It’s sunny, and there are around thirty degrees outside. The cicadas are chirping, and there is a light but pleasant breeze caressing the tall bushes. The water in the river flows uninterrupted, gurgling through the stones on its bed and from time to time a fish passes through the crystalline mirror-like substance. All considered, it is a good summer day and there should be nothing more relaxing to be laying on the fresh grass, inhaling the smells of nature and hearing its sounds with not a care in the world. 

And yet, Koutarou was there, sulking and brooding, as if the world would come to and end from one minute to another. And maybe it would, but there was nothing that he could do about it. The problem was letting things go, and moving on without them was easier said than done and Koutarou had never been very great with that. It was in his nature, to cling on to the things he had known all his life, and try to combat the current of change as hard as he could. But change is, as most things, inevitable and bound to come at one or another. And Koutarou might have been fighting against it, because denial is oh so much easier than acceptance, but he knew all too well how ultimately he could not prevent his life from falling apart even if he wanted it to. People changed, life went on, and season kept on coming and going. A continuous vicious cycle which would not stop just because someone asked it. The cruelty of time: a greedy companion, in favour of no one. 

Koutarou was so fucking tired. He was listlessly, quietly, gingerly waiting for time to come and then go, leaving him untouched, in his own bubble of doubts and self pity. He wanted so many things, and seeing them disappear so suddenly, like that - just in a split second, was not the way it was supposed to go. 

Regret washing over him, Koutarou did not know what to do with himself. And he did not have to, if he did not want to, but his fingers tingled to pick up a ball again, and spike it again and again and again, against a wall, a net, a stupidly tall middle block. He could almost see it, a faint mirage of the volleyball court, disappearing in the sun. Still lying with his back on the ground, Koutarou put up his hand to shield him from the burning rays of the sun, thinking to himself that if he did not allow himself to be sad, to mourn the epic loss that he thought would be his life, he would never be able to have another life, or one at all. As hard as it was the prospect of reality did not lie: volleyball was out of the picture, and that was as real as the tree surrounding the grass he was lying in, the river flowing near him and the sun making him tear up. And no one could help him, nor he could help himself. Time had made its course and Koutarou could do nothing about it.

It was a good summer day to sit on the side of the river and do absolutely nothing. So Bokuto Koutarou just did that. 

thank you for participating in the 1st November Event and thank you for reading. Interactions are always welcome and appreciated.

© renaissansse, 2021.

#bokuto koutarou #msby bokuto #haikyuu #hq #haikyuu angst #bokuto angst #bokuto koutarou angst #hq angst #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu!! imagines #haikyuu scenarios #bokuto koutarou headcanons #no more lol #this one gives me so much inspiration for fics #november prompts #.🍷— events #.🩸— prompt #.drabbles