Can I get a vanilla coldbrew with whipped cream please 🥺
ofc!! and i’m so sorry this took so long. i know my break was a lot longer than i had even anticipated, but i really needed some time off :)
chemistry
yamaguchi x gn!reader
warnings: none
“tsukki, please,” yamaguchi begged, “you know how much i hate chemistry. this is the one class i need your help in.”
tsukishima rolled his eyes and kept walking, leaving yamaguchi a few steps behind. the shorter of the two speed walked to catch up, hoping he could somehow convince his best friend to help him with science. it was the only subject he hated, but he needed to be good at it. after all, it was the subject you had asked him to tutor him in.
a week ago, you had told him that you stayed up all night to study for a chem test, and seeing you so stressed and exhausted sent yamaguchi into protective mode. he was determined to make sure you never had to go through that again, and secretly, he wanted you to see him as the person who was able to do that for you.
“you really like them, huh?” tsukshima smirked down at him. yamaguchi shifted his eyes toward the ground.
“yes,” he confessed nervously, “just... please help me, tsukki.”
“fine,” he gave in with a roll of his eyes. as soon as the two boys finished their homework together, yamaguchi was offered thirty minutes to review chemistry. sure, he hated it, but he was willing to put the time in for you.
“hi yams,” you waved, and his cheeks heated at the new nickname.
“hi y/n,” he replied. as he walked you home, he made all the small talk he could, hoping to catch a glimpse of your interests or hobbies so that he could get to know you better.
by the time the two of you were settled in your room, he was already pulling out the notes that he so diligently took during his best friend’s lecture.
through your nods of understanding and smiles of triumph, he could see that he was actually helping you, and it made his stomach jump. he noticed when you scooted closer to him over time, but he never said anything. he did, however, allow himself a few internal backflips of excitement.
with yamaguchi, hours felt like minutes, and before you knew it, the two of you had been talking and studying well past sunset. the recent late night studying had clearly taken a toll, because all of a sudden, as yamaguchi pointed toward a chart in the textbook, he felt your head droop onto his shoulder.
carefully, yamaguchi pushed your hair away from your face and admired you. he stared at you intently in hopes of committing the image of you asleep on his shoulder to memory.
the moment was short lived as you popped your head up and looked up to find that he had been staring at you. despite his best efforts to play it off, he knew you caught him. even after he looked away, his gaze was drawn right back to you.
“what?” you smiled at him.
“you just...” he started, “i think you’re really cool.”
“really?”
“y-yeah i mean you’re so nice, and you’re smart-”
“except for chemistry,” you grumbled.
“ok but you got it eventually,” he protested.
“plus, you’re pretty, and you’re funny..” he rambled on, “i just think that you’re really great.”
“well,” you sat yourself in front of him, “i think you’re really great too.”
if it were even possible, you could’ve sworn his cheeks grew even redder than they already were.
after WAY too long i’m finally back & i’ll be posting a request or two tmw !! i just wrote them & they’re saved to my drafts, so as soon as i have my computer, i’ll be able to format and post them :)
i’m seeing this trend on tiktok where people pretend they’re sleeping when their s/o gets home and i can’t stop Thinking
pairings: bokuto x reader , iwaizumi x reader
warnings: none just Pure Fluff
bokuto
bokuto would be so excited to get home, watch movies with you and cuddle for hours
since he’s so excited, he would come into the house almost sprinting to give you his signature hug i know he gives the best hugs in the universe i could cry
“‘Tori,” you groan, feeling your body drag across the mattress as Tendou pulls you closer.
He chuckles, nuzzling his face into the back of you neck, peppering soft kisses against the skin. His arms tighten around your waist before he mumbles a soft, “good morning.”
The deep roughness of his unused voice makes your skin prickle, a soft giggle following immediately after the giddy chill zips down your spine. You squirm in his hold, forcing him to loosen his bone crushing grip, so you can turn and face him. “G’morning,” you whisper back, soft voice still laced with sleep.
Craning your head up, you press a delicate kiss against his jaw before bury your face into his bare chest. He smiles, dropping his head down to rest his chin against the crown of your head. It’s uncomfortable, strained pressure building at his nape, but it’s easily ignored. His discomfort can wait, much preferring to be as close to you as possible.
Tendou is usually energetic, bouncing around with endless stamina and chatting animatedly with anyone who will listen. But in the morning, he lets himself relax and enjoy the moment. Wrapped around you, covered in a blanket of shared body heat, shaded by a cover of darkness from the black-out curtains. He lives for these little moments, where it feels like nothing exists except the two of you.
All he can smell if your intoxicating scent, feel the warmth of your skin radiating onto him, hear your soft breathes as you soak in his embrace. It’s perfection in its purest form, and an essential part of Tendou’s day. If not for you, he’s not sure if he’d be able to move with such a vigor spring in his step.
While he’s always been considered boundlessly excitable, you brought out a whole new side of him. One he considers more vulnerable, more affectionate, less fearful of rejection. He knows, no matter what life throws at him, he’ll always have his rock to support him through it.
He holds you closer, nearly smothering you against him as a sudden swell of emotion takes over. Looking down, he can hardly see your sleep-lidded eyes, but it doesn’t matter. He has every detail of you engraved into his memory. “I love you,” sincerity drips from his words before his lips meet yours, making you taste the sweet confession.
You smile into the kiss, breaking away just enough to speak. Your lips ghost over his own as you whisper back an equally heartfelt, “I love you, too.”
hi!! congrats on 100 followers :-) can i get a house blend cappuccino with whipped cream, please?
always
iwaizumi x fem!reader
childhood best friends -> lovers
“i didn’t expect to see my favorite couple here,” oikawa smirked as he pulled out an earbud to talk to the two of you.
“for the last time, we’re not dating, oikawa,” iwaizumi growled as his cheeks grew slightly red.
“not yet,” oikawa teased as he turned his music back on and prepared to continue his run, “just promise me i’ll be the first person you tell when he finally cracks, y/n.”
with a punch in the shoulder from iwaizumi, oikawa was off.
“he can be so....”
“yeah,” you said awkwardly, turning your face away from your best friend in an attempt to conceal your embarrassment. of course you liked iwa. you always had. from the time the two of you were seven, you’d been attached at the hip, utterly inseparable, but as your feelings grew for your best friend, you were determined to suppress them. besides, it’s not like he would ever like you back.
you fiddled with the picnic blanket beneath you and lay back down on iwa’s legs as he sat back up against the tree. a few moments of silent ensued as your best friend fiddled with your hair absentmindedly.
looking up at him, you noted that he seemed calm, content with having you so close. the longer he stroked the strands around your face, the more his furrowed brow relaxed.
“hey y/n?” he asked, meeting your eyes.
“mhm?”
“you... um... you look really pretty today. i mean... you look pretty every day, but you um... yeah,” he said, so anxious that eventually, he clumsily averted his gaze.
“oh... thanks,” you smiled up at him, silently basking in the compliment.
he was determined. he was going to say it this time.
“you’re my best friend, so i... y/n, i’m so scared,” he confessed with a slight shake in his voice. you tilted your head to the side in confusion after sitting up next to him. “i’ve never... oikawa’s always had his fan girls and everything, and everyone always asks me if i’m jealous, but... i’ve never been jealous because-” he closed his eyes and leaned his head back to rest it on the tree trunk.
“i’ve never wanted that... i’ve never wanted anyone but you. i know- i know you don’t like me like that, but it’s been so hard to ignore recently, so i had to... i had to tell you. i figured it would be better to tell you so that,” he swallowed thickly, “so that you can drop me if you need to. you know?”
“iwa,” you whispered, staring at him even though his eyes were still closed. “hey,” you said again, placing a hand on his cheek to turn his face toward yours. “i like you too. always. i always have.”
his previously shut eyes had widened in shock.
“i-i thought,” he started, but you shook your head wildly.
“i was just scared,” you admitted, and his hand came up to cup the one you anchored on his cheek.
“i’m not... good at this stuff, so i don’t... i don’t know what happens next,” he said shyly.
“if i said that i were your girlfriend right now, what would you wanna do?” you prompted, and his face became impressively red. “you have an idea already?” you teased.
“y/n, can i kiss you? please?”
a quick nod of your head was all the permission he needed to lean in carefully, moving his hand to the back of your neck as his lips met yours. it was a shy, polite kiss. it would’ve been unexpected to anyone but you.
this was the iwaizumi hajime you had known forever, so as he softly kissed you, you were anything but surprised when you could feel the smile on his lips.
please reblog and reply, engagement is both fun & important ✨
highly inspired by @iwaoioioi (love, love, looove their work)
oof i’ve been on hiatus for a good minute, sorry if this is caca poopoo 🗿
“Ami-baby, why so quiet?”
Satori asked as he strapped his five-year-old daughter in her booster seat. The small red-head just shook her head, her small pigtails swinging with the movement, “No reason daddy, I’m fine” She replied flashing him a big smile. Tendō frowned slightly, he knew that kind of smile, it was fake. He knows his daughter and what she looks like when she’s genuinely happy, that wasn’t it.
“Daddy? Are you okay?”
“Yeah yeah, daddy’s alright. Let’s head home”
Tendō assured kissing Ami’s forehead before heading to the driver's seat. The ride home was unusually quiet. Normally, your daughter would chat away about her day to whoever was picking her up, whether it be you or him. Today, however, was different. The five-year-old silently played with her tablet, humming softly to music. Satori was still pondering on this fake smile business. He recognized that smile. But he hoped, he prayed that his baby girl wasn’t using that smile for the same reason he did all those years ago.
“Daddy?”
“Yes, baby?”
“…do I look weird?”
There it was. It took all of Tendō’s power to not turn his car around and find whatever mean-spirited kid decided to taunt his sweet daughter. Instead, he took a deep breath and tried to calm his nerves. “Of course not. Who gave you that idea?” He asked his grip on the steering wheel tightening slightly. Ami swung her feet a little, “Well, some girls said my eyes were too small. That I looked weird... kind of like a monster” She explained looking up at her dad through the rear-view mirror. Satori slowed at a red light before turning to face his daughter.
“Ami-baby.. some kids are cruel and they can say some mean things. But that doesn’t make them true. Sweetheart, you are so so beautiful and your eyes are amazing. I mean you did get them from your handsome daddy after all”
Your daughter giggled slightly.
“And if these girls bother you again, please tell your teacher. Tell mommy and me too, you know mommy doesn’t play—”
“Yeah! Mommy would beat their butt!”
Tendō chuckled, he couldn’t even disagree, you would definitely try to fight first graders if he let you. “Yes, yes she would. Can I tell you, something baby?” Satori asked continuing the drive home. Your daughter’s eyes lit up at the prospect of a secret.
“A secret?!”
“Not necessarily but sure”
He started keeping his eyes trained on the road. Satori’s past continued to haunt him to this day. He only ever talked to Ushijima, you, and his high school counselor about his childhood. Tendō doubts his five-year-old would understand the depth behind this. And he wondered if she knew what she experienced today was bullying, considering she got over it quickly. But he felt as if he should share this with her, it felt like the right thing to do.
“When I was a kid.. other kids made fun of my appearance too. In their defense, I did have an awful bowl cut—”
“But bowl cuts are cool daddy! It’s like you have a bowl on your head!” Ami exclaimed causing her dad to chuckle.
“Yeah, I guess bowl cuts are kind of cool. Anyway, because I looked different, I was picked on. They would call me a freak.. a monster” Satori started taking a shaky breath. Damn, it’s been a while since he’s talked about this. How long has it been? Ami pouted, “You’re not a monster daddy, you’re the nicest person I know” She claimed her small eyebrows furrowed. After fully parking the car in the garage. Tendō couldn’t help but smile at his daughter.
“Thanks, baby, that means a lot. But you’re like a mini-me, and kids might make fun of your appearance. Don’t give them that satisfaction, you’re not weird looking and you are anything but a monster. You are a kind, smart, and gorgeous girl. I need you to remember that, always. Can you promise me that?”
Ami, now looking uncharacteristically serious, nodded, “I promise, daddy”. And that made Satori’s smile double in size. He ruffled her hair slightly,
congrats on 100!! can i request a gingerbread coffee with whipped cream? thanks so much in advance 💖
thank you <33
audiobook but better
akaashi x reader
“this has to be my new favorite movie,” you announced quietly, eyes glued to the screen. akaashi smiled into your hair from behind you. he loved movie night with you. of course he could never pass up an opportunity to press your back against his chest and hold you for at least an hour.
“have you read the book?” he asked, “it’s good.”
“i feel like i wouldn’t fully understand it if i read it. you know? pride and prejudice may be way over my head,” you admitted.
“what if i read it to you?” he offered, “i could summarize any of the parts that might be confusing. i think you’d really like some of the dialogue, y/n. it’s pretty close to the movie.”
you turned around in his hold until your cheeks brushed against his sweater. smiling up at him, you lay a hand on his cheek, and with a little effort, you scooted upward to leave a sweet kiss on his lips.
“i’d really like that,” you beamed excitedly. what did you do to deserve such an intelligent, caring boyfriend?
“i’ll go grab it now. one second,” he replied, but as he shifted to get up, he stopped.
“what’s wrong?” you asked, slightly concerned as he lay back down.
“i just wanna stay like this a little longer,” he admitted shyly, “would that be alright?”
you felt your cheeks mirror the brightening shade of his, and you cuddled up impossibly close to akaashi.
“of course.”
***
by the time akaashi was willing to get up and find his copy of pride and prejudice, it was late at night. he led you over to his bed and sat up against the headboard. in an attempt to maintain the previous proximity, you managed to wrap your arms around his torso and lean into his chest again.
akaashi read as though each word were filled with infinite meanings, and the melodic sound of his voice uninetentionally lulled you to sleep. at the sound of soft snores, akaashi’s gaze finally left the pages, and he smiled contentedly as he put his reading glasses down and turned off the lights.
i’ve been super busy this week bc i had my last few tests before winter break, but all i can think about is the anon who said they check my account every day for new posts so!! i plan on writing 1-2 requests tonight to post tmw (christmas eve) i hope everyone’s winter break is going well so far :)) i’d love to hear about your plans !! my dm’s are always open
synopsis: tendou rarely lets you see him without a big hoodie on and you’re getting worried
warnings: body insecurities, mentions of past insecurities, mentions of sex, some swearing, established relationship, light angst, fluff, cuddling
a/n: asdsaklfjljlfnklg i love this man and just wanted to write something soft with him.. part 1/3
part 2
You didn’t want to admit that it bothered you. It really wasn’t that big of a deal, but you were curious too. When you met him you had noticed Satori always dressed in larger clothing, but you figured that was just his style. Now, it seemed like he couldn’t take the clothes off. Literally.
The two of you had begun being intimate nearly a month ago now and every time his top stayed on. Not that you ever had much to say during the deed. Your brain was always too hazy and fucked out you could barely think. He practically had all the control in the bedroom, so even if you tugged on the hem he would just pin your hands and tell you to be a good girl.
It was silly to think about. He had already told you so much about his past, his bullies, and you the same. You knew so much about each other, but you hadn’t seen him fully without a shirt. Sure, you had fleeting glimpses when he changed or stepped out of the shower. You had nearly moved into his cute Parisian studio apartment, so you figured you would see more of him.
So as he curled beside you in bed, peppering your neck with sinful kisses you cleared your throat.
“Satori?”
“Yes?” He murmured.
“Why… uh, why don’t you take your shirt off when we…?” You trailed off, feeling like a silly teenager.
while the last remaining days of summer faded, the weather started to get colder and colder. bakugou didn’t do a lot of hero work during this time because of the lack of crime surrounding the winter season.
you noticed how he’d start wearing more clothes around the house though the weather never really seemed to affect him due to the fact that his quirk would keep him warm. this confused you because you couldn’t recall a time when he would wear anything heftier than a t-shirt, sometimes deciding to go shirtless.
this time around he would wear anything with more than one layer when he was home. it wasn’t until he decided to wear a sweatshirt to bed on a slightly warmer night that you brought it up.
Hi there!! first off congratulations on 100, and i was wondering if a *particular* barista could make me a hazelnut coldbrew with whipped cream please? once again congrats!! xoxo, Uno
thank you!! coming right up :)
the tutor
warnings: none
ushijima x reader
“ohh” tendou sung, “does ushiwaka have a crush?”
“no,” ushijima huffed.
the truth was, he had never felt like this before. his whole life was volleyball, so before you, everything else was a distraction, but watching you from across the room, he couldn’t ignore the way his heartbeat seemed to quicken in a way it never had. since academics weren’t ushijima’s strong point, one of his teachers recommended that he find a peer tutor, and considering you had always excelled in her class, she suggested he speak with you about studying after school.
that’s how it all started, how after a few short-lived and awkward sessions, the two of you had begun to spend hours with each other after school. you visited his dorm almost every single day, and he grew accustomed to coming back from practice to find you setting up your study space in his room. ushijima loved every part of volleyball, even practice, but nowadays he caught himself checking the gym’s clock occasionally. anyone else may have counted down the minutes until he could see his crush, but for ushijima, the simple act of checking the time was the equivalent, and tendou was the first to catch on.
“you should just tell her,” tendou encouraged.
“there’s nothing to tell,” ushijima said firmly.
later that day, once practice was over, ushijima helped collect stray balls a little faster than usual. he showered a bit quicker than he used to, and he walked slightly more swiftly as he exited the locker room. tendou watched from the corner of his eye and smiled as his best friend left.
“hey,” you greeted, unzipping your bag when ushijima opened the door.
“hello,” he replied. you couldn’t have known because you were focused on emptying your backpack, but the smallest smile tugged at ushijima’s lips at the sight of you waiting for him. he really did like this.
you did too, but since ushijima’s grades had improved, you feared this arrangement would end soon.
“i think we should work on your essay first,” you suggested, and with a stoic nod from ushijima, you settled yourself at his desk to read over his work. as you focused on the writing in front of you, ushijima couldn’t help but steal a few glances at your concentrated face. what was this feeling? why was his stomach fluttering? could tendou be right?
“this is the best thing you’ve ever written,” you beamed up at him, “i don’t even know if you’ll need my help anymore.” your smile faltered for half a second at your second comment, and although ushijima was ususally oblivious, he noticed.
“i doubt that,” he said evenly.
“if that’s all you wanna work on, then i could get going if you wa-”
“stay,” he interrupted, “please.” the proposition wasn’t unusual, but the idea of your final study sessions with ushijima was something you wanted to avoid. spending extra time with him would only make it harder.
“ok,” you responded with as much normalcy as your voice would allow.
he picked up his laptop and led you to his bed. with your backs against the wall, the two of you positioned the screen between your laps. ushijima chose the show the two of you had started, and you settled a little closer to him.
i’m gonna miss this, you thought right before slipping into sleep. with your cheek falling on his shoulder, ushijima froze. it had to mean something right? the excitement he felt, it had to mean something, and if dating is what people do when they want to be with someone, then maybe he wanted to date you. truthfully, he had no idea what that entailed, but he knew he liked having you around. he knew he looked forward to every afternoon with you, and he wanted more of them.
suddenly, you woke up, and the moment you realized you were leaning on him, you bolted up.
“i’m so sorry,” you apologized frantically, assuming someone like ushijima would be upset.
“don’t apologize,” he said quietly, “i didn’t mind.” shocked, your lips parted slightly.
“oh,” you managed to say weakly. ushijima kept looking at you.
“you can do it again,” he offered cautiously. timidly, you moved closer to his side and let your head fall on his shoulder. “are you cold?” he asked.
“a little.”
he pulled a blanket over the two of you, and when his hand brushed yours, he noticed the chill of your skin. in a foreign act of boldness, he held your hand in his, and at the sight of the shy smile on your face, he relaxed. he didn’t understand this, but he liked it, and when tendou entered the dorm to find his sleeping friend curled up with you on the bed, he shut the door quietly, already planning the teasing he’d attack ushijima with at lunch the next day.
hi hi <3333 could i get capuccino, mocha, w whipped cream!!! ty ๑ˊૢᵕˋૢ๑
more than friends
warnings: none
suna rintarou x reader
his cat like eyes tracked the ball, and with the smack of the leather against rough hands, inarizaki won the game. you cheered as loudly as you could, hoping your best friend would hear you. when familiar green eyes met yours, you felt like the overwhelming cheers within the gym had faded away. a proud smile graced your best friends lips. even as the rest of his team swarmed him with ecstatic cheers and hair ruffling, he refused to tear his gaze away from yours. he loved his teammates, but he wanted to share this moment with you, his best friend.
by the time the gym was emptied of its spectators, you were the only person in the building besides the boys in the locker room; it was nothing new. you had waited like this for suna after every game since primary school. when he finally stepped out, his hair was damp from the shower, and you noticed the smell of a new shampoo as he threw an arm over your shoulder.
“you ready?” he murmured.
“mhm.”
“the game wasn’t too boring?”
“you were incredible, rin,” you smiled up at him. he looked away to hide the rare blush on his cheeks.
“still wanna go to my house?” he asked after a hard swallow.
“always,” you replied. high school was coming to an end, and suna was terrified. he couldn’t remember what it was like before you waltzed into his life, and honestly, he didn’t want to find out, but the thought of you feeling differently, the fact that his confession could ruin the months the two of you had left, was every scarier.
***
you plopped onto the bed next to him and assumed your usual position. suna’s bed was pushed up against the wall, and the two of you had gotten into the habit of lying in it the same way almost every day. he sat with his back against the wall as you lay perpendicular to him with your head in his lap. that’s where the two of you could stay for hours, laughing about stupid jokes or silently scrolling through your phones. when suna was especially carefree, he’d allow himself to sneak a peak at the pretty face just above his knees, but those times were increasingly rare as he worried about his feelings for you. little did he know, you’d lay there with the same thoughts, silently wishing he liked you back.
“hey rin? can i do your eyeliner again? it can be my gift to you for playing so well today,” you teased. he couldn’t suppress the grin that tugged at his lips. only for you, he thought. how could he say no when he knows how happy he would make you? how could he say no to being the cause of that beautiful smile? a nod from him was all it took for you to grab the liner out of your backpack.
“rin, come sit in the chair,” you suggested, but suna groaned in response.
“too far,” he complained, so you scoffed and made your way to the bed. sitting next to him, you waited for him to close his eyes. hesitating for a moment, you chose to admire his peaceful face for half a second too long before drawing his eyeliner on.
“i can’t...” you muttered. you couldn’t do it from that angle. without thinking, you sat in his lap and continued until a noticeable hitch in suna’s breath caught your attention. you froze. with heated cheeks, you considered moving back to your original position. it’s not like we haven’t been this close before, you thought, would it be worse if i made it noticeable by moving off? suna’s hands carefully stead themselves on the sheets, and you leaned forward to finish your task. maybe this was closer than usual. had you ever felt his breath on your cheeks before?
slowly, carefully, suna opened his eyes.
“rin, close them,” you whispered, your face inches from his. he kept them open, seemingly studying your face with the newfound proximity.
“i like you, y/n,” he said slowly, “as more than a friend. you know that right?”
you dropped the eyeliner.
“no i... you do?”
“yeah,” he said, more nervous now, “i would’ve said something sooner, but i’m scared you don’t feel the same wa-” he was stopped by your lips on his.
“i like you too,” you whispered through sweet, relieved, kisses, “as more than friends.”
