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customer says: Oikawa not my tapas! warning: not sfw!
âTapas.â He raises a brow. âIs that what weâre calling it now?â
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.
âNo,â he says instantly.
âWhy?âÂ
đ december drabbles: day 2
[10:31] kageyama + hot cocoa
âsmells good, baby,â you call from the couch as your boyfriend continues bustling around the kitchen.
âof course it does,â kageyama scoffs at the sweet, chocolatey aroma wafting through the house. âanything i do is nothing short of perfect.â
âyes, yes,â you roll your eyes and turn back around to face the tv, waiting for him to rejoin you. âall i did was ask you to make some quick hot cocoa, gordon ramsay.â
kageyamaâs 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.
âyou want marshmallows in yours?â he huffs, opening the kitchen cupboard to hide his flushed face with the cabinet door.
âyup,â you grin. âextra please.â
now itâs kageyamaâs turn to roll his eyes at you.
âyouâre such a kid,â he grumbles, though complying by putting another handful of the soft confectionary into your mugâa matching piece with his.
âso are you,â you point out, turning your head again to eye his drink adorned with a small mountain of whipped cream.
âwhatever.â
you smile at kageyamaâs mumblings and beckon him to return to your side, patting the couch cushion beside you.Â
âhurry up so we can finish the movie,â you hum, shooting an arrow straight through his heart with a little pout of your lips. âthe couch is getting cold without you.â
kageyamaâs eye twitches as he tries not to melt on the spot.
âiâm coming, iâm coming,â he sighs with your drinks in hand. âif you keep looking at me like that, i donât know if i can leave your side anymoreâeven if itâs to make the hot cocoa you asked me to.â
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.
âidiot.â
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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 Asahiâs particular brand of clumsiness.Â
âIâ!â He swallows roughly. âY-yeah, I guess they are.â
He rubs the back of his neck self-consciously. Itâs true, heâs 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. Nowâs 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 canât be farther from the truth, he admits wanting to be seem a bit tougher around you. After all, heâs your boyfriend! He should be strong and dependable! He canât always be showing you such a lame side of him.Â
He takes another deep breath. Right, now is the time toâ
âA-all the better toââ He catches sight of your encouraging face, and falters. âH-hold your hand with,â 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.Â
âH-hey babeââ
âYour hands arenât just big, though, Asahi. Theyâre also warm.â
His cheeks redden again. âItâs nice,â you continue. âWhen Iâm with you... I feel like I can conquer anything.âÂ
âY-yeah?âÂ
You flash him a sheepish look. âAhâsorry. You were saying something before I cut you off.â
He curls his fingers around yours, encouraged by the way his hand encompasses yours. Maybe his team isnât 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.Â
âIâll keep being that person for you. No matter what. I want you to be able to count on me.â
You grin. âAnd youâre such a cheeseball too.âÂ
âH-Hey, Iâm tryna be serious here!â
Youâve 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.
âLet me be the kind of man you can admire.âÂ
Your eyes dart from his face to your linked hands, then back. âWhat if I told you... you already are?â
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. Asahiâs face pales when he sees his open soda can toppled over, the fizzy liquid spilling over the contents of his backpack.Â
âAw man!âÂ
While you still greatly admire him, Asahi remains possibly the biggest klutz you know. Itâs okay, thoughâit adds to his charm.
customer says: Hey Hinata, what if I told you there was mistletoe above us?
âWhaââ
He glances up swiftly, his mouth falling open. âAh, wait a minuteâthat wasnât there earlier!âÂ
He meets your gaze, and itâs hard to mistake the flirtatious glint in your eyes for anything but. âDid you... did you put that there?â
âIf I did, what would you do about it?â you offer. You say it with the air of a suggestion, but for Hinata, it means more.Â
His expression wavers. In the middle of the hallway, far from the hustle and bustle of the party, Hinata has a decision to make. Heâs always been one to rely on his faith in others. But maybe now itâs time for him to trust in himself and you and in the moment.Â
He steps forward, and thereâs 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 thereâs an awkward shuffle, Hinata muttering apologies. When youâre facing each other again though, he leaps for it. Â
His lips are a few centimeters off, and brush against the corner of your lips. You open your eyes, and Hinataâs are scrunched together tightly, his cheeks flushed. Itâs much like the face he used to make when he first started playing volleyball, as if he canât trust his own movements to follow the desires of his heart. Â
The kiss ends after a beat, and thereâs only a gap of a few seconds before youâre 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.Â
But the two of you break apart when the person emerges from the bathroom. You share a guilty look at each other, and itâs not till his retreating back has disappeared before you refocus your attention on Hinataâonly to find his gaze already trained on you.
His hand wraps around your wrist. His eyes are bright, shining with possibilities. âWhat does it mean?â
You blink in confusion, and he persists. âThat you put the mistletoe there.â
You purse your lips, sending him a smirk. âMerry Christmas? Santa came early this year.â
He breaks into his own grin. He points confidently over your heads, redirecting your gaze to the empty ceiling.
âYou put the mistletoe over there, but thereâs not one above us now.â
When he meets your gaze, itâs with the assuredness of someone who knows the answer to their own unspoken question. âYou caught me.âÂ
âSoâŠâ he says, his expression growing serious, just as it does in the midst of a big game. âItâs not just luck, or coincidence.â
âThat means we donât need another mistletoe to do this,â he says, capturing your lips once more.Â
After all, practice makes perfect.Â
cake by the ocean
kei tsukishima x reader. drabble. song: cake by the ocean. warning:Â heavily implied not sfw.
âyouâre a real life fantasy, youâre a real life fantasy~â
â[name].â kei groans into what feels like the void. his eyes roll in annoyance on their own, at this rate; heâs convinced itâs become a habit around you, for better or for worse.
âbut youâre moving so carefully, letâs start living dangerouslyâŠâ you draw closer, having to stand on your tiptoes just to position yourself mere inches from his flushed ear.
an eyebrow quirks. ââŠwhat?â
âtalk to me, baby!â
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. âiâm going blind from this sweet, sweet craving, whoa~â
ââŠfor the last time, that song isnât about cakeââ you flick his nose, happy when it shuts him right up. his glare seems to deepen at that, but his display of animosity doesnât deter you in the slightest.Â
leaning closer, your lips all but brush against his ear lobe.
heâs getting dizzy.
âletâs lose our minds and go fucking-crazy~â you breathe lust, and he wants to ravish it right then. but youâre 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 youâre already skipping away, poised to leave the room before he locks you in and jumps youâ
but not before turning back with a wink.
âi know~â
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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. youâre 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, yourâ
âpick two cards, sweetheart.â your indecent thoughts mustâve shown on your face, because the bartender flashed you a grin that may as well have smote you right there. âor did i lose you already?â he snickers.
ân-no, of course not. youâre just rather... skilled with your hands, forgive me for being intrigued.â 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 displayâfor good measureâand gestures for you to put the two cards back. you do so...
and in the blink of an eye, his face is a hairâs width away.
you hardly have timeâor spaceâto gasp.
âdarling, in my eyes, youââ, long fingers pull a card from behind your ear, âare a queen."
youâre too busy with those gorgeous eyes to question the mystery of it all.
he twirls the card around those damned fingers, and youâre certain he heard you inhale this time.
âand it seems youâve stolen my heart.â
the card flips: queen of hearts.
âso, sugar...â 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.
âdo me the pleasure of making me your king.â
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customer asks: Noya you need to be more careful! You have so many cuts on your legs!
âWhat?â He looks up from the stretch heâs doing, flashing you a grin. âAw, yeah! Comes with the territory! You gotta take some hits to keep the game going!â
He pauses howevever when he spots the mini first-aid kit in your hands. âO-oh! You want to... H-hey, itâs okay!â He waves his hands in front of him. âYou donât have to.â
âI want to, though!â you say earnestly.
âO-oh, I meanâsure...â 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.
âSorry, I just never use this stuff.â He scratches his head. âI donât even really treat âem to be honest... I think being all roughed up makes me look cooler!â he boasts.
If cool is the aesthetic heâs going for, it definitely holds upâhis legs are dotted with bruises and scrapes, lightning strikes of scars. Youâre unaware of the way pink is creeping across his cheeks at the soft feel of your fingers gliding across his skinâor how he gulps audibly, stilling his legs from fidgeting the closer you get to himâitâs a concentrated effort. Heâs 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 weirdâ
âAll done!â Instantly, heâs 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 canât help but think he wouldnât mind dealing with it if he had your attention on him for just a little longer... âI didnât put bandages because you want to look cool, right? But at least they wonât get infected now!â
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 heâs definitely not missing this chance. Not now, or ever.
âHey, thanks! I gotta repay the favor somehow.â As he gets to his feet, he reaches out his hand to help you upâand you take it. Score! That was smooth. Real smooth. One point to him. An ideaâs forming in his head, a perfect save for this situation. One that could turn the whole game around.
âDo you like buns? Meat buns, I mean, notâer, yeah. Thereâs this place the guys and I go after practice. Iâd love to buy you one! And maybe....â He rubs the back of his neck. The final push. âMaybe we can hang out at the mall on the weekend. Howâs that sound?â
As soon as he sees your bright expression, he knows heâs scored the point.
âIâd love to.â

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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."
cold hands
yuu nishinoya x reader. drabble.
Yuu Nishinoya, despite his stature, is an unstoppable force of nature. Thereâs nothing that can stand in his way or prevent him from beingâand he quotesâthe 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, heâs reaching for your hands, slapping them against his cheeks. He pauses, his mouth slightly parted, eyes widening.
âGod, youâre cold!â 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 Nishinoyaâin what he is totally remembering as the coolest boyfriend thing heâs ever doneâyanks 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 theyâre 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.
âWeâre gonna have to bring a heater with us whenever weâre out!â he jokes, grinning at you.
âOr maybe.... maybe you could warm me up, Noya,â you murmur, gazing up at him through your lashes.
He nearly loses it then and there. âOh? Right here? Right now?!â He looks around your surroundings quickly, his voice climbing higher in pitch. âI mean... o-okay babeâif you say so!â
âNot that!â You laugh. âWith your hands, your armsâwith yourself Noya. Youâre so warm~â
Now itâs his turn to be flustered. He glances to the side, pursing his lips.
âYou know, Iâd prefer to be hot though! Warm kinda sounds too cute for me.â
âYouâre smoking hot, babe,â you reassure him, squeezing his hands. âRolling thunders cause flash fires, after all.â
He whips his head back to you, his mouth agape. âYouâre so rightââ
âNoya,â you say, struggling to contain your laughter. His spirits are always so easy to lift. âYouâre still holding my hand.â
âO-oh!â He relinquishes his hold, but holds onto one of your hands, tugging you towards the direction of the bustling street. âLetâs... letâs grab some coffee or tea or something, okay? Thatâll warm you up!â he says, regaining some of his exuberance.
You giggle, following along. It often seems like youâll 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.
âCoffee stunts your growth!â he protests, waving around his cup fiercely.
âNoya, watch out! Your drink is spilling!â
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you can find her over @universal-imaginesâ (multifandom imagines) / @innosukeâ (main).
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customer asks: oikawa, whatâs 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.
lifeâs 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 flowerâs bloomed right in front of you. tilting his head, heâs quick to inquire back just to press your buttons. âoya?~ is that my future boy/girlfriend asking?â
your mouth twitchesâyouâre tempted to say âyesâ, but you donât wanna come of as too...easy. not right now. not to him.
âjust asking for a friend, sâall.â 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 tooruâs prying eyes for a few seconds.
âliar~â he hums in a sing-song and lets his eyes leave yours. this order wouldnât make itself, sadly. still, his eyes donât waste any opportunity to flicker back to yours. âi hit the nail on the head didnât i, sugar?â
âdonât be stupid, bakakawa.â you awkwardly clear your throat, taking note of the customer approaching the counter for the drink. âis it so hard to believe iâm asking for someone else? youâre insanely popular around school, yâknow.â
âaha, i am arenât i?â he chuckles, and you curse yourself for feeding into his ego. âthen how about this?â he flashes the customer a haughty smile and nods toward the table they came from, urging them to leave as quickly as they came. youâre 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 doesnât want to tease you about it just yet.
âhow about finding out for yourself, [name]-chan?â