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customer says: Oikawa not my tapas! warning: not sfw!

“Tapas.” He raises a brow. “Is that what we’re calling it now?”

He directs his gaze back to the Spanish book in his hands, yet you know his attention is currently elsewhere. His grip tightens on your waist, his hand trailing ever lower...

“Hmm let’s see.... what about una comida completa?” He turns to look at you, a corner of his mouth upturned. His gaze is thick with promise. “I’d argue you’re a full course, cariño/a.”

Your face heats up, especially as his hand grazes the outside of your thigh. You jump when he pinches it sharply. He chuckles.

“But you know me,” he continues, his tone conversational. “I’m a little impatient. I do like skipping to el postre.”

He’s certainly showing his impatience right now, his fingers trailing a sinful pattern on your inner thigh, lingering, the pads of his fingers—rough from volleyball practice—somehow hotter than the warmth rising inside you.

“I wonder... just how sweet do you taste, my little dulce de leche?”

“Te quiero desnuda en mi cama,” he murmurs hotly into your ear, and the way you shiver under his touch crumbles any bit of restraint he has left.

His Spanish isn’t the only thing he intends to master before he leaves.

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minty fresh

tobio kageyama x reader. scenario. summary: a shopping trip with kageyama spurs a debate. you take revenge. genre: fluff length: 1.2k

Kageyama glares at the bag of candies you present to him.

“No,” he says instantly.

“Why?” 

“You have too many already!” He gestures towards the cart, which is full of mint-chocolate cookies, ice cream, and candies. It’s true… because winter is your favorite season of the year, you may have gone a bit overboard, but who can blame you? ‘Tis the season to celebrate god’s gift to mankind—peppermint chocolate.

It’s a feat that Kageyama even allowed you to add things that weren’t on his meticulously-crafted shopping list; a sign that he’s loosened his militant desire for control. But apparently this is the line he draws.

“There’s no such thing as too much, Tobio,” you insist. “Besides, these are different! They’re peppermint cookie truffles.” You shake the bag in front of him. 

“You can’t honestly tell me you’re going to finish all this.”

“Well…” You gaze shifts to the side. Maybe if you bargain with him... “I was hoping you would help me~”

His face scrunches together, his distaste evident. “I don’t like the combo.”

This time, your jaw drops. “Wait, wait, wait—excuse me?” As he steers the cart towards the next section on the list, the bread aisle, you refuse to let this go. This is a revelation. Grounds for breaking off the engagement. How is it possible you’ve been together with him this long and you never knew?

“Did you just say you hate mint and chocolate together?”

Kageyama compares two brands of white bread, deciding on the cheaper one before placing it in the cart. “Mint is a really strong flavor.”

If possible, you are even more offended. “Tobio! How could you not tell me this, in all the years we’ve known each other.”

He blinks. “I…. didn’t think it was important.”

“Oh.” You sniffle. “I guess you’re right. It’s not that important. So that means I can just—”

He swats your hand away from adding the chocolates to the cart. “No.”

You look away, shaking your head. When you speak, your tone is dejected. “Poor Kageyama. He’ll never understand the decadent combination of mint and chocolate melting in his mouth...”

“I’ve tried it before. I just don’t like it.”

An imaginary arrow pierces your heart, straight in the chest. Wow. Wowowow. You’ve never been more offended since the time the coffee barista informed you they were out of peppermint syrup—at the start of December. The season for the flavor! You sulked the whole day.

You sigh. “You know, I guess it makes sense that you aren’t into the flavor. After all… you’re not exactly... minty fresh.”

He sends you a sharp look. “I’m not what?”

“Yeah. Everyone knows only the freshest of people are into the taste of mint.”

He furrows his brow. “Everyone who—“

“That’s irrelevant.” He opens his mouth to protest, but you silence him with a finger pressed to his lips. “It’s okay though, Tobio. As your dutiful partner, it’s only right of me to show you the light.”

You take a swig of your peppermint mocha with extra syrup. The sweet menthol taste lingers on your tongue. Then you tap him on his shoulder, distracting him from his scrutiny of the jam section as you yank him down by the collar for a kiss. 

His nose scrunches up when your lips part, his tongue darting out to lick his lips for remnants of the taste.

You eye him victoriously. “Well?”

“I still don’t like it.”

Your entire body deflates, as if your soul’s left your body. It might as well have. You inhale deeply, painfully, a sigh that spans years leaving your body. Kageyama stares at you, his brow slightly furrowed. He glances around, making sure no one is around, before he leans down to peck your cheek. 

“I do like you, though,” he mumbles, before straightening back. “So it’s tolerable.”

You brighten, before dimming as his last words settle in. “Wait... am I just tolerable?” 

“Anyways,” he says, ignoring you, a pink tint to his cheeks. “Next on the list is milk.”

He lets you loop your arm around his as the two of you make your way to the dairy aisle. The two of you continue to shop in relative peace until—

“Hm, so you can buy two cartons of whole milk and I can’t buy another candy,” you say sourly, your eyes narrowing as you watch him put his prized possessions into the cart. 

“Milk is good for calcium intake,” he says, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “Your candy doesn’t have any nutritional benefits.”

You make a “hmph” sound, turning away from him. Your eyes alight though, when you spot something on the shelf. Releasing your hold on Kageyama, a devious scheme begins hatching in your mind. He’s currently distracted by checking egg cartons for any cracked shells. Maybe… maybe he won’t notice if you’re sneaky about it—

When the two of you get home, you immediately offer to put away the groceries. Kageyama is suspicious, and it takes a good shove for you to get him out of the kitchen. He suspects you snuck in the candy, despite him not seeing you add anything in at the checkout line. But when he opens the fridge, he realizes he faces a much bigger dilemma. He stares at his milk cartons uncomprehendingly for several beats. 

This... this isn’t what he got. He blanches.

He wants to gag.

He yells out your name, loud enough that you can hear in the bedroom. “Did you replace my normal milk with peppermint chocolate flavored milk?” 

Your maniacal laughter is all he gets in response. But oh, have you crossed a line. He storms out of there, hellbent on revenge. 

“You—” he says, once he sees you munching on your truffles in bed. You stifle a laugh once you see his angry expression on his face. 

You’re not expecting for him to jump onto you, pinning you down to bed. You choke on your candy, and in your startled state, he snags your bag of chocolates. 

“H-Hey—” You manage to choke out.

“I’m going to eat all your candy,” he says darkly. “Even though I don’t like it. And you’re going to watch me. And then, we’re going back to the store to buy normal milk.” 

“Tobio, c’mon! Didn’t you think it was funny?” His ominous glare says no. “Babe, c’mon, don’t eat all my candy!” You reach for it, but he yanks it out of your reach—any easy feat considering his height. You send him a pleading look. “Please. Give it back—”

“It’s not nice to be missing something you wanted, right? You should’ve thought of that before you touched my milk.”

“You don’t even need milk! You’re already as tall as a tree!”

As if to spite you, he rips open a candy, before shoving it in his mouth. He pulls a face at the taste, before swallowing roughly. You attempt to grab the bag again but he blocks you. You groan. He rolls off of you before tossing the car keys onto the bed.

“Let’s go. You’re driving,” he says, shaking the bag tauntingly in front of you. 

No one touches his milk.

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🎁 december drabbles: day 2

[10:31] kageyama + hot cocoa

“smells good, baby,” you call from the couch as your boyfriend continues bustling around the kitchen.

“of course it does,” kageyama scoffs at the sweet, chocolatey aroma wafting through the house. “anything i do is nothing short of perfect.”

“yes, yes,” you roll your eyes and turn back around to face the tv, waiting for him to rejoin you. “all i did was ask you to make some quick hot cocoa, gordon ramsay.”

kageyama’s cheeks turn pink at the comparison to the great british chef, unsure of whether to perceive your comment as a sarcastic remark or a compliment.

“you want marshmallows in yours?” he huffs, opening the kitchen cupboard to hide his flushed face with the cabinet door.

“yup,” you grin. “extra please.”

now it’s kageyama’s turn to roll his eyes at you.

“you’re such a kid,” he grumbles, though complying by putting another handful of the soft confectionary into your mug—a matching piece with his.

“so are you,” you point out, turning your head again to eye his drink adorned with a small mountain of whipped cream.

“whatever.”

you smile at kageyama’s mumblings and beckon him to return to your side, patting the couch cushion beside you. 

“hurry up so we can finish the movie,” you hum, shooting an arrow straight through his heart with a little pout of your lips. “the couch is getting cold without you.”

kageyama’s eye twitches as he tries not to melt on the spot.

“i’m coming, i’m coming,” he sighs with your drinks in hand. “if you keep looking at me like that, i don’t know if i can leave your side anymore—even if it’s to make the hot cocoa you asked me to.”

you giggle a soft thanks and press a kiss to his cheek once he rejoins you, sipping the creamy beverage happily. kageyama shakes his head at how happy you look, rudely reminded of just how powerless he is before you.

“idiot.”

december drabbles m.list || << day 1 … day 2 … day 3 >>

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An order I filled for a milestone event on my personal blog, do enjoy, but at your own risk

congrats on 200!! ♡ can i ask for nishinoya + 5, please?

Look, my eyes are dry

The gift was ours to borrow

It's as if we always knew

And I won't forget what I did for love

Swan Song

Yuu knew what the words meant, but for some reason, when he heard them, he couldn't wrap his mind around them. Instead, they seemed to hang in the air uselessly between him and the adult who spoke to him.

"They sustained an extensive amount of nerve damage. The doctors did everything they could."

It couldn't be true.

"But they will likely never play the violin again."

The accident had been serious. The other car was going well above the speed limit and had hit you dead on. They said it was a miracle you had even survived in the first place, but Yuu had never doubted that you would live through it.

But now, you were going to have to live with it.

And it wasn't leaving him feeling so confident.

He had known you almost his whole life, and he couldn't remember a time when you weren't playing. Your parents had initially started sending you to lessons because they decided it was in your best interest to participate in some kind of extracurricular activity that wasn't too physical, but you never once complained. You had fallen in love with it from the first day, and when you weren't otherwise occupied, you would be found with it tucked against your neck.

It was as much a part of your body as your own heart was.

It was something that had now been selfishly ripped away from you.

He didn't remember pushing past your parents to head into your hospital room, nor did he hear them trying to tell him you needed rest, so he was surprised to find himself suddenly standing in your doorway just as you turned your head to look at him.

But he was even more shocked to see you smiling at him.

"Hey, Yuu."

He stared at you for a moment, wondering for a moment if maybe you hadn't been given the news yet, but when he saw the state of your arms, he knew there was no way you wouldn't figure it out on your own.

The bandages reached so far up your arms that they disappeared under the sleeves of your hospital shirt, and if he wasn't mistaken, they were peeking out from under the collar. Your hands rested limply in your lap, and he was sure that the effort to lift them would be too difficult so soon after your surgery.

For once, he didn't know what to say.

"You can come in, you know. I'm not going to bite."

He blinked, then coughed and stepped further in, moving to the side of your bed.

"Right, sorry."

He almost reached out to take your hand on instinct, but managed to stop himself, instead letting his own hand hang at his side helplessly.

"... How are you feeling?"

He was afraid to ask, but he figured it was better to get it out of the way.

"I feel okay. Everything aches and I'm still tired from the anesthesia, but otherwise I'm just fine."

He let out a breath of relief.

"Great. That's great."

His eyes landed on your bandaging again, unable to help himself. He swallowed the lump forming in his throat.

"Did they--"

"Yes. They did."

He winced, feeling his chest tighten at the sad smile you gave him with your answer.

"And you're fine?"

You nodded.

"Yeah. They told me about twenty minutes ago. I've had a little time to think about it."

He shook his head, not understanding.

"How can you be smiling right now?"

You leaned back, shifting against the pillow behind you to get more comfortable.

"I was already pushing it by playing as often as I did. It's not natural to stand the way I would for who knows how many hours a day. I was running a real risk of causing my own muscle damage in my arms by not slowing down. It's a conversation I've already had with myself, and it was a future I was aware could become real."

He shook his head again.

"But this wasn't because you weren't careful. This was because of someone else. You can't pretend it's the same thing."

You were always strong. When his own emotions would get the better of him, you were the one with the level head to talk him down and think rationally. You were the reason he didn't get in more trouble than he already did. Your logical and realistic approach to life kept him in check.

But he didn't want you to think this time.

He wanted you to feel.

"It is what it is, Yuu. I can't do anything about it."

"So what?!"

His sudden volume surprised you for what must have been the first time in your life. You were used to his outbursts, but there wasn't ever a time he yelled at you.

"It doesn't matter that it makes sense to move on! None of this makes sense, anyway! It doesn't make sense that the one thing you loved most was taken from you! So if the world isn't going to play by the rules then why should you?!"

You opened your mouth to remind him that you were in a hospital and needed to be more respectful of the other patients, but you stopped yourself, and he used that moment to gingerly take one of your hands in both of his.

"Please... you're always there when I need to lean on someone. Lean on me for once."

He was begging you.

You frowned, looking down at your joined hands. You could barely feel the pressure from his grip, and if the bandages weren't blocking his warmth, the anaesthesia was.

You felt empty and full at the same time.

With some effort, you lifted your other hand to rest on his, letting out a breath as your fingers layered over his.

"Yuu... this was always going to be temporary. Just as there was a first time, there was always eventually going to be a last time, too. There was going to be a day where I never picked up a violin again. Where I stopped playing. That day was always coming."

He was going to argue with you, but he stopped when he saw your eyes suddenly turn glassy, and when you opened your mouth to speak again, all that escaped was a wet sob.

His next heartbeat had him sitting next to you on the bed, carefully moving his arm behind you to pull you closer into his side. His other hand never left yours as you tried to calm yourself enough to speak.

Even though this is what he wanted, his heart broke at the sound of your thick voice.

"I wasn't ready for it to be this soon."

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customer says: Asahi, your hands are so big....

Instantly he drops the can of soda he was handing you, his face aghast. You catch it, your reflexes accustomed to Asahi’s particular brand of clumsiness. 

“I—!” He swallows roughly. “Y-yeah, I guess they are.”

He rubs the back of his neck self-consciously. It’s true, he’s a big guy, and every thing about him is as well. But still, to have you point it out so brazenly...!

You entwine your free hand with his, a reassuring gesture, and he inhales deeply. Okay. Now’s not the time to get lost in his thoughts. He can do this. He just has to focus.

While the rumors surrounding him and his bad boy image can’t be farther from the truth,  he admits wanting to be seem a bit tougher around you. After all, he’s your boyfriend! He should be strong and dependable! He can’t always be showing you such a lame side of him. 

He takes another deep breath. Right, now is the time to—

“A-all the better to—“ He catches sight of your encouraging face, and falters. “H-hold your hand with,” he chokes out, his voice strangled.

You laugh, and the sound is a symphony plucking at his heart strings, careening him towards the grand finale. Despite the erratic pulse of his heart, he manages to smile back at you. Right. You never think anything he does is lame. He just has to have more confidence in himself. And how he can not? When he has you by his side, always tugging him along to another opportunity or anchoring him to where he needs to be. 

“H-hey babe—“

“Your hands aren’t just big, though, Asahi. They’re also warm.”

His cheeks redden again. “It’s nice,” you continue. “When I’m with you... I feel like I can conquer anything.” 

“Y-yeah?” 

You flash him a sheepish look. “Ah—sorry. You were saying something before I cut you off.”

He curls his fingers around yours, encouraged by the way his hand encompasses yours. Maybe his team isn’t the only one who needs him. The realization that you rely on him just as much as he does you gives him the strength he needs to make that final push. 

“I’ll keep being that person for you. No matter what. I want you to be able to count on me.”

You grin. “And you’re such a cheeseball too.” 

“H-Hey, I’m tryna be serious here!”

You’ve been leaning towards him, challenging him, and this time he responds, angling his body towards you. He draws your hand up towards his chest, capturing your attention with the intensity of his gaze.

“Let me be the kind of man you can admire.” 

Your eyes dart from his face to your linked hands, then back. “What if I told you... you already are?”

His brown eyes are dark with determination. He leans down, his lips close enough to ghost yours, when you hear a loud clank. The two of you search for the source of the sound. Asahi’s face pales when he sees his open soda can toppled over, the fizzy liquid spilling over the contents of his backpack. 

“Aw man!” 

While you still greatly admire him, Asahi remains possibly the biggest klutz you know. It’s okay, though—it adds to his charm.

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customer says: Hey Hinata, what if I told you there was mistletoe above us?

“Wha—”

He glances up swiftly, his mouth falling open. “Ah, wait a minute—that wasn’t there earlier!” 

He meets your gaze, and it’s hard to mistake the flirtatious glint in your eyes for anything but. “Did you... did you put that there?”

“If I did, what would you do about it?” you offer. You say it with the air of a suggestion, but for Hinata, it means more. 

His expression wavers. In the middle of the hallway, far from the hustle and bustle of the party, Hinata has a decision to make. He’s always been one to rely on his faith in others. But maybe now it’s time for him to trust in himself and you and in the moment. 

He steps forward, and there’s only an inch or two between your lips. A gap easy enough to fill. But someone appears, gesturing towards the bathroom door behind you two, and there’s an awkward shuffle, Hinata muttering apologies. When you’re facing each other again though, he leaps for it.  

His lips are a few centimeters off, and brush against the corner of your lips. You open your eyes, and Hinata’s are scrunched together tightly, his cheeks flushed. It’s much like the face he used to make when he first started playing volleyball, as if he can’t trust his own movements to follow the desires of his heart.  

The kiss ends after a beat, and there’s only a gap of a few seconds before you’re returning the move. This time his eyes blink open in surprise. He takes note of the feel of your lips, soft against his, the way they coax a reaction out of him. His eyes slip shut as allows himself to sink into the moment, the tremors and anticipation and excitement washing over him. 

But the two of you break apart when the person emerges from the bathroom. You share a guilty look at each other, and it’s not till his retreating back has disappeared before you refocus your attention on Hinata—only to find his gaze already trained on you.

His hand wraps around your wrist. His eyes are bright, shining with possibilities. “What does it mean?”

You blink in confusion, and he persists. “That you put the mistletoe there.”

You purse your lips, sending him a smirk. “Merry Christmas? Santa came early this year.”

He breaks into his own grin. He points confidently over your heads, redirecting your gaze to the empty ceiling.

“You put the mistletoe over there, but there’s not one above us now.”

When he meets your gaze, it’s with the assuredness of someone who knows the answer to their own unspoken question. “You caught me.” 

“So…” he says, his expression growing serious, just as it does in the midst of a big game. “It’s not just luck, or coincidence.”

“That means we don’t need another mistletoe to do this,” he says, capturing your lips once more. 

After all, practice makes perfect. 

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cake by the ocean

kei tsukishima x reader. drabble. song: cake by the ocean. warning: heavily implied not sfw.

“you’re a real life fantasy, you’re a real life fantasy~”

“[name].” kei groans into what feels like the void. his eyes roll in annoyance on their own, at this rate; he’s convinced it’s become a habit around you, for better or for worse.

“but you’re moving so carefully, let’s start living dangerously…” you draw closer, having to stand on your tiptoes just to position yourself mere inches from his flushed ear.

an eyebrow quirks. “…what?”

“talk to me, baby!”

kei nearly jumps at your suddenly scream, but you're quick to silence his protests with an index finger placed atop his lips. your lips curl. “i’m going blind from this sweet, sweet craving, whoa~”

“…for the last time, that song isn’t about cake—“ you flick his nose, happy when it shuts him right up. his glare seems to deepen at that, but his display of animosity doesn’t deter you in the slightest. 

leaning closer, your lips all but brush against his ear lobe.

he’s getting dizzy.

“let’s lose our minds and go fucking-crazy~” you breathe lust, and he wants to ravish it right then. but you’re such a tease, letting your hand trail down his torso before leaving his hips altogether. he goes to speak, to protest against his better judgement, but you’re already skipping away, poised to leave the room before he locks you in and jumps you—

but not before turning back with a wink.

“i know~”

edited and reposted from my sideblog, @dear-yandere​, and my deviantart, van-ya.

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magic tricks

bartender! tetsuro kuroo x reader. drabble. warning: implied not sfw.

expert fingers shuffle the deck of cards faster than your eyes could follow. you’re biting your lip in thinly-veiled excitement at this point, enamored by the way his fingers make the cards dance at his whim. a tiny well of envy flits into your stomach, and you catch yourself wondering; how would those fingers feel stroking your face, your body, your—

“pick two cards, sweetheart.” your indecent thoughts must’ve shown on your face, because the bartender flashed you a grin that may as well have smote you right there. “or did i lose you already?” he snickers.

“n-no, of course not. you’re just rather... skilled with your hands, forgive me for being intrigued.” you manage a wobbly smile, your throat thick with embarrassment. paying his bemused gaze no mind, you make quick with with plucking two cards from his fingers.

stray bangs are blown from his face as if its become an hourly ritual, and he straightens his back with a brisk push from the counter. he shuffles the cards again, adding a wink between the display—for good measure—and gestures for you to put the two cards back. you do so...

and in the blink of an eye, his face is a hair’s width away.

you hardly have time—or space—to gasp.

“darling, in my eyes, you—”, long fingers pull a card from behind your ear, “are a queen."

you’re too busy with those gorgeous eyes to question the mystery of it all.

he twirls the card around those damned fingers, and you’re certain he heard you inhale this time.

“and it seems you’ve stolen my heart.”

the card flips: queen of hearts.

“so, sugar...” cold hands seize your chin, sending an electrifying restlessness down your neck, and his free hand makes little effort pulling the second card from the dip in your cleavage. along with the newly-found queen, he holds the second card right next to his cocky face.

the king of hearts.

“do me the pleasure of making me your king.”

edited and reposted from my sideblog, @dear-yandere​, and my deviantart, van-ya.

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customer asks: Noya you need to be more careful! You have so many cuts on your legs!

“What?” He looks up from the stretch he’s doing, flashing you a grin. “Aw, yeah! Comes with the territory! You gotta take some hits to keep the game going!”

He pauses howevever when he spots the mini first-aid kit in your hands. “O-oh! You want to... H-hey, it’s okay!” He waves his hands in front of him. “You don’t have to.”

“I want to, though!” you say earnestly.

“O-oh, I mean—sure...” You kneel down between his spread legs before he can get another word in, and he watches intently as you begin rummaging for materials in the clear plastic box. Once you find the ointment and uncap it, dabbing some onto your finger, he hisses sharply at the sensation of you applying it to a fresh cut. You glance at him.

“Sorry, I just never use this stuff.” He scratches his head. “I don’t even really treat ‘em to be honest... I think being all roughed up makes me look cooler!” he boasts.

If cool is the aesthetic he’s going for, it definitely holds up—his legs are dotted with bruises and scrapes, lightning strikes of scars. You’re unaware of the way pink is creeping across his cheeks at the soft feel of your fingers gliding across his skin—or how he gulps audibly, stilling his legs from fidgeting the closer you get to him—it’s a concentrated effort. He’s never noticed before, but this close, the way your brow knits together and your tongue darts out between your teeth in your focus is really cute, and he wants to tell you somehow, his lips parting, but how does he say that without sounding weird—

“All done!” Instantly, he’s missing the feel of your hands on him, and shakes off his thoughts, straightening his posture. The ointment feels cool and sticky on his skin as it dries, but he can’t help but think he wouldn’t mind dealing with it if he had your attention on him for just a little longer... “I didn’t put bandages because you want to look cool, right? But at least they won’t get infected now!”

You get him so well sometimes, without question, Nishinoya has to wonder if these are all signs pointing to a leap he has to make.

And he’s definitely not missing this chance. Not now, or ever.

“Hey, thanks! I gotta repay the favor somehow.” As he gets to his feet, he reaches out his hand to help you up—and you take it. Score! That was smooth. Real smooth. One point to him. An idea’s forming in his head, a perfect save for this situation. One that could turn the whole game around.

“Do you like buns? Meat buns, I mean, not—er, yeah. There’s this place the guys and I go after practice. I’d love to buy you one! And maybe....” He rubs the back of his neck. The final push. “Maybe we can hang out at the mall on the weekend. How’s that sound?”

As soon as he sees your bright expression, he knows he’s scored the point.

“I’d love to.”

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Suga gimme a kiss!

Koushi lifted his head from your shoulder, tired eyes blinking in surprise at your sudden request.

Practice had run later than usual, and when he finally made it home for your date night, it was clear that he was too worn out to go back out to eat, so you had suggested a night in instead. You had led him to the couch, loading up The Princess Bride before taking your spot next to him and allowing him to gather you in his arms.

About halfway through, though, his breathing had started to even out, and once his head had fallen onto your shoulder, you knew he was almost a goner.

He studied you for a brief moment, seeing your cheeks puffed out dramatically in faux petulance, and his entire face softened into nothing short of pure infatuation, his heart-stopping smile making an appearance. "A kiss, hm?" He asked, pulling you in closer, gently nuzzling his nose against yours as his voice softened.

"As you wish."

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cold hands

yuu nishinoya x reader. drabble.

Yuu Nishinoya, despite his stature, is an unstoppable force of nature. There’s nothing that can stand in his way or prevent him from being—and he quotes—the best damn boyfriend ever.

Not even your cold hands.

He notices you rubbing them together several times, attempting to create heat with the friction, before breathing warmth into them. A distant memory of you mentioning how easily your hands and feet fall prey to the chill of winter surfaces in his mind.

Before he can think, he’s reaching for your hands, slapping them against his cheeks. He pauses, his mouth slightly parted, eyes widening.

“God, you’re cold!” He exclaims, his gaze alight. The flush on his cheeks might be attributed to the cold weather, but it also might be the embarrassment that washes through him at being this close to you.

You laugh, the sound coming out choppy due to your teeth chattering.

Then Nishinoya—in what he is totally remembering as the coolest boyfriend thing he’s ever done—yanks off his scarf that you nagged at him to wear, wrapping it around your neck. He clasps your hands in his own, bringing them towards his mouth to blow hot puffs of air into them. In the past, Nishinoya felt insecure about how small and unmanly his hands were, like his stature. But now, as long as they’re big enough to shield the frigid chill from leeching the last bits of warmth from your fingers... He rubs his hands over yours, catching your eye.

“We’re gonna have to bring a heater with us whenever we’re out!” he jokes, grinning at you.

“Or maybe.... maybe you could warm me up, Noya,” you murmur, gazing up at him through your lashes.

He nearly loses it then and there. “Oh? Right here? Right now?!” He looks around your surroundings quickly, his voice climbing higher in pitch. “I mean... o-okay babe—if you say so!”

“Not that!” You laugh. “With your hands, your arms—with yourself Noya. You’re so warm~”

Now it’s his turn to be flustered. He glances to the side, pursing his lips.

“You know, I’d prefer to be hot though! Warm kinda sounds too cute for me.”

“You’re smoking hot, babe,” you reassure him, squeezing his hands. “Rolling thunders cause flash fires, after all.”

He whips his head back to you, his mouth agape. “You’re so right—”

“Noya,” you say, struggling to contain your laughter. His spirits are always so easy to lift. “You’re still holding my hand.”

“O-oh!” He relinquishes his hold, but holds onto one of your hands, tugging you towards the direction of the bustling street. “Let’s... let’s grab some coffee or tea or something, okay? That’ll warm you up!” he says, regaining some of his exuberance.

You giggle, following along. It often seems like you’ll follow Nishinoya wherever he decides to go, regardless of what obstacles come between you two.

Nevermind that, at the coffee shop, the barista asks if your kid brother wants anything else to accompany his hot chocolate.

“Coffee stunts your growth!” he protests, waving around his cup fiercely.

“Noya, watch out! Your drink is spilling!”

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meet the baristas

mod kenma would love to take your order, though she might be a little distracted on her switch! she mostly writes fluff, angst, and slight nsfw (mostly hcs and the build), though she’d love to dip her toes in some darker/more suspenseful themes. a few of her favorite things are books, notebooks, the night sky (especially the moon) and rainy days! as for characters, she loves kenma, kuroo, yamaguchi and terushima. her favorite drinks are coffee and hot chocolate.

you can find her over @universal-imagines​ (multifandom imagines) / @innosuke​ (main).

mod nishinoya is happy to take your orders! she loves nsfw and fluff, but occasionally likes to tug at heartstrings with angst. she lives off memes and crackfic. her favorite characters are nishinoya, kageyama, and tanaka! she likes iced teas, bubble tea, and peppermint mocha season.

you can find her over @tater-tati (main) / @thoti-thots (multifandom) / @quirks-n-balls (hq + bnha)

mod sugawara is ready to serve! she enjoys sweet fluff and comfort, but occasionally enjoys bitter angst. she loves broadway and video games, and the colors red and black. her favorites are daichi, bokuto, sugawara and akaashi. her favorite drink is caramel macchiatos and root beer floats.

you can find her over at @fugufishie (main) and @hold-your-applause (writing)

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masterlist

a collection of our past orders. please feel free to sample them as you see fit.

♥ = not sfw (including slight not sfw)

by post type:

drabbles

headcanons

scenarios

oneshots

interactions

reactions

by genre:

fluff

angst

comfort

not sfw

by mod:

mod kenma

mod nishinoya

mod oikawa

mod sugawara

karasuno

kei tsukishima

drabble — cake by the ocean  ♥

koushi sugawara

interaction — kisses

yuu nishinoya

drabble — cold hands

interaction — careful

nekoma

tetsuro kuroo

drabble — magic tricks  ♥

aoba johsai

tooru oikawa

interaction — ideal type

date tech

next in line.

fukurōdani

next in line.

shiratorizawa

next in line.

johzenji

next in line.

others

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the askbox is always open for questions, messages/chats, interactions & reactions! but anything else sent when requests aren’t open will be deleted.

unless specified in the request, the reader will remain gender-neutral. for nsfw scenarios, the reader will be afab by default.

all underage characters will be aged up for nsfw requests, no exceptions.

we shouldn’t have to say this, but please do not use any of our stuff, in any shape or form, without permission. this includes reposting or reuploading fics onto different websites.

A C C E P T A B L E

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fluff, angst, comfort, nsfw (only mods noya and oikawa will write explicit nsfw), most aus

trigger topics (abuse of any sort) excluding eating disorders

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⁠N O T   A C C E P T A B L E

character x oc & character x character ( unless it’s for a commission )

emergency / comfort requests

gore, underage, teacher/student

overly-specific readers (sexuality, height, and body type / size are fine)

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customer asks: oikawa, what’s your ideal type?

tooru oikawa glances up from his little reverie, his eyes unaccustomed to looking at anything besides the frothing pitcher in his hand. your question strikes him as random and out-of-place; then again, he likes it like that.

life’s too dreary without a few surprises and a bit of fun here and there.

his lips twitch into a signature smile, and you swear a flower’s bloomed right in front of you. tilting his head, he’s quick to inquire back just to press your buttons. “oya?~ is that my future boy/girlfriend asking?”

your mouth twitches—you’re tempted to say ‘yes’, but you don’t wanna come of as too...easy. not right now. not to him.

‘just asking for a friend, s’all.’ you titter back and take a sip of your frappe, grateful you ordered a grande for once. the large cup is just enough to hide your face from tooru’s prying eyes for a few seconds.

“liar~” he hums in a sing-song and lets his eyes leave yours. this order wouldn’t make itself, sadly. still, his eyes don’t waste any opportunity to flicker back to yours. “i hit the nail on the head didn’t i, sugar?”

“don’t be stupid, bakakawa.” you awkwardly clear your throat, taking note of the customer approaching the counter for the drink. “is it so hard to believe i’m asking for someone else? you’re insanely popular around school, y’know.”

“aha, i am aren’t i?” he chuckles, and you curse yourself for feeding into his ego. “then how about this?” he flashes the customer a haughty smile and nods toward the table they came from, urging them to leave as quickly as they came. you’re not sure why you were surprised when they listened without complaint.

tooru leans over the counter and positions his lips right by your ear. he swears he feels the heat rolling from your cheek, but he doesn’t want to tease you about it just yet.

“how about finding out for yourself, [name]-chan?”

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