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national-least-whole · 3 days

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#golden state warriors #great legs #broadchurch #xmas #nishinoya yuu #humilated slave #mikayla demaiter #35mm #queer history #male reader #squid game #doctor strange

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mitsuas-coffee-shop · 3 days

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𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎: 04/16/2024

𝚙𝚞𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚜𝚎: Hotcakes with strawberry mermalade

𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚎

��𝚗𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜: 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏

𝚃𝙾𝚃𝙰𝙻 (𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝): $726

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You don't really know what got into you this morning as soon as your eyes laid on the clock signaling two hours before getting to your work place. You really don't know why you got up with a sudden need to cook... But what exactly did you want to cook?

You looked through your mini recipe book you always kept safe on your phone's notes.

Something salty? An omelette? Fruit? A smoothie? Strawberry smoothie?! You were close, your mouth drooling at the thought of every dish you got remember, but still couldn't find the perfect one.

"Hotcakes! Got it!" You whisper-shouted glad to finally know what you've been secretly craving for, careful to do not wake up your partner, who had told you last night has had a rough week. So now that's finally his day off, you could make a little treat for the both of you.

You put on your apron and started taking the ingredients as fast and as silently you could, getting everything done an hour later.

Now the last detail was the missing topping, the strawberry mermalade.

Maybe you got too engrossed making the hotcakes you didn't notice the last ingredient to satisfy your appetite was missing on your refrigerator.

"Crap..." You searched everywhere, forgetting about having to keep the volume as low as possible, waking your spouse on the process.

Just as he arouse from his sleep, the smell of something delicious creeped up on his nosetrills, fading any annoyance he might have had from someone interrumpting his resting time.

As he was about to get up and greet you, he heard the front door close in a hurry, well—more like shut.

He got to the dining room and saw the table was impeccable; two plates, cutlery, glasses filled with milk and on the center, a couple of hotcakes piles all fluffy and smooth looking.

A smile came to form on his face, thinking how marvelous and skilled you might have seemed like when cooking this, for the both of you, which was something that made his heart warm up even more.

He decided to look further around since he knew you couldn't have gone to work just yet, something might have been missing for everything to be perfect, which was something he's come to know and love about you. Wanting to get everything as best as you could was always inspiring for him.

There was a small container, matching with the tableware set up, it was the only thing left on the bar which divided the kitchen from the dining room, empty.

He thought you were missing the maple syrup.

After some thinking on how you could react to him knowing about your surprise and getting bummed about it, he chose to try and sleep a bit more while waiting for you and act as if he knew nothing once you woke him by yourself.

Minutes passed and like the giddy little child he felt like when waiting for a present he knew was coming, he finally heard the door opening and a relieved sigh scaping you.

He had to put on the best act now! He could not fail!

"Hey honey-Wake up, breakfast's ready" he heard now closer to him, a hand shaking slightly his shoulder.

He had to pretend he had not been awake before you arrived from your emergency drive for ingredients, but the way he got up quickly from the bed didn't convince you much. Still, you didn't give it more importance and led him to your suprise.

"Wow! Are these for us?!" He exclaimed maybe a little to excited and made such excessive moves with his hands you couldn't believe him anymore.

"You got up earlier right?" You asked, seemingly not sad but a little disappointed with yourself for not getting everything right on the first try.

"U-Uhm-n-no?" He tried once more, but his nervousness by your piercing gaze now fixated on discovering his lies made him obvious.

"O-Ok ok! maybe... But I swear I had a similar reaction to this one! I-I loved it sweetheart!" Now he got closer to embrace you.

All his and your concern dissolved as fast as the delectable and comforting hotcakes in your mouths, along the strawberry mermalade you explained you had to grab to make it worth it, you spent a lovely morning with your other half.

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𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑;

BNHA ๋ ࣭ ⭑ Izuku Midoriya, Kirishima Eijiro, Denki Kaminari, Sero Hanta, Togata Mirio, Takami Keigo

HQ! ๋ ࣭ ⭑ Hinata Shouyo, Tadashi Yamaguchi, Ryonusuke Tanaka, Yu Nishinoya, Daichi Sawamura, Koshi Sugawara, Asahi Asumane, Ittetsu Takeda

Gakuen Babysitters ๋ ࣭ ⭑Ryuuchi Kashima

Obey me! ๋ ࣭ ⭑Mammon, Leviathan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Diavolo, Simeon, Solomon

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eggyrocks · 1 day

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#ramblings #nishinoya yuu

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pin-k-ink · 13 hours

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short nishinoya drabble

a/n: another rewritten version of the noya fic i made years ago

Nishinoya sat quietly, his heart racing as he watched you intently. Your soft mumbles filled the room as your eyes skimmed over his homework, a habit he found utterly adorable. The way the words tumbled out of your lips as you read, unaware of your own actions, made his heart swell with affection.

But there was something about you that irritated him to no end. It was your hand, laying on your lap, empty and limp. It looked so lonely, as if it was begging to be held. Or maybe that was just his own desperate desire to intertwine his fingers with yours.

He couldn't help but imagine how your hands would feel in his. They were slightly calloused, he noticed, though he didn't know from what. But he was certain they would be undeniably soft. The urge to reach over and tug your hand into his was overwhelming.

Would your hands be smaller than his? Would you flinch away from his touch, or would you reciprocate with equal fervor? These questions swirled in his mind, consuming his thoughts.

The only thing stopping him from acting on his desires was your twin brother, Sugawara. It was no secret that Sugawara was fiercely protective of you, always defensive about other boys being around you. Even allowing Nishinoya to be tutored by you had taken a great deal of convincing and a series of warnings, each one laced with an underlying threat.

But from the first moment he met you, Nishinoya was enamored. And that feeling had only grown stronger with each passing day. His teammates had noticed the change in him. The usually loud and boisterous second year had become calmer, interacting with Kiyoko like any other team member. He was more focused, performing better in matches.

Yet, he still failed his tests. It wasn't because he didn't know the answers. In fact, you were an excellent tutor, and he had learned so much from you. No, the real reason he intentionally got the questions wrong was because he feared he might not see you again if his grades improved. His failing grades were the only excuse he had to spend time with you, and you were the sole reason he looked forward to school every day.

Despite being Sugawara's twin, you didn't inherit any of his "motherly" attributes. You were more reserved, keeping to yourself and speaking softly. But whenever you did speak, your beautiful golden eyes would be trained on him, and he'd find himself stuttering over his words, lost in those mesmerizing orbs.

There was a certain kindness to you, one that lured him in like a moth to a flame. The rare smiles and stifled laughter that you graced only him with never failed to make his day brighter.

Without taking his eyes off your hand, Nishinoya gathered his courage and stood up from his seat near your dominant hand. He made his way around the table and sat down near your vacant one. Your concentration now broken, you looked at him, a thin, elegant eyebrow raised in question.

"What?" you asked, your voice soft and curious.

Oh god, even your voice was enough to make him nervous. He became acutely aware of why he had shifted to the other side. It was now or never. "C-can I... hold your hand?" he managed to ask, mentally patting himself on the back for only stuttering once.

You looked at him, your eyes widening ever so slightly, taken aback by his straightforwardness. Nishinoya's heart raced as he anticipated your answer, his anxiety growing with each passing second. When you turned your attention back to the paper without responding, he visibly deflated, his gaze shifting to the loose thread on his uniform.

He felt like crying. What if you thought he was weird? What if you didn't like holding hands? What if he had just ruined everything?

His spiraling thoughts were interrupted when your hand softly dropped into his lap. Surprised, he looked up at you, only to find you still focused on his essay, seemingly unfazed.

Reluctant yet eager, he slid his hand into yours, his fingers immediately twitching to intertwine with yours. Unexpectedly, you were the one who took the initiative, wrapping your soft fingers around his. It wasn't a tight grip, but he felt as if he was glued to you, never wanting to let go.

On impulse, he brought his other hand forward, clasping your soft hand between both of his, a huge smile adorning his face as he looked at yours. You tried to hide your own smile, but he could see your ears burning red and your lips pressed tightly together in a futile attempt to suppress it.

His heart soared with happiness. He glanced down at your entwined hands once more, a fond thought crossing his mind: 'Heh, hers are smaller than mine.'

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #nishinoya x reader #haikyuu nishinoya #nishinoya yuu #nishinoya yuu x reader

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offbrandkyoya · 2 days

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m.list next

[ ] = speaking in english

Kageyama, Hinata, Noya, Tanaka, Tsukishima, and Yamaguchi stand near the windows, rehearsing Kageyama with his lines.

“Okay, I think he’s ready.” Tanaka declares with a nod. Kageyama stares down at his paperwork. “What if they’re busy?” “Then pressure them.” Tanaka states, but Tsukishima sighs, “Don’t do that. Just be patient.” Kageyama decides to listen to Tsukishima on that.

Hinata begins hitting Kageyama's arm. “Here they come!” Kageyama nervously begins to walk to them, but he notices they’re about to enter a classroom. He turns his head back to the others for help. Noya, Tanaka, and Hinata motion for him to follow. He gulps and turns back ahead.

Slowly, Kageyama stands in front of the doorway, clutching the paper for dear life. His crush sits next to someone, helping them with their assignment. ‘Shit. They’re already busy with someone else.’ Kageyama sighs, already giving up. He stares at them, and he continues to do so when he turns his body to head out, only to hit his head on the doorframe.

Kageyama groans and rubs his forehead in pain. “Kageyama!” He jumps at hearing them call his name. “Are you alright?” They place a hand on his arm, which flusters him. “U-Uh, yeah.” “That looked bad. Let me see if you’re bleeding.” Kageyama feels his face burst.

He can’t form any words as their hand touches his skin. “It’s not bad.” They say, then giggle. “Please be careful.” Kageyama nods. They put their hands down, then notice the paper he’s holding. “What’s that?” Kageyama snaps back to what he’s really here for. “Oh, uh, I was wondering if you could help me with my homework." He says it almost in a whisper.

They smile and say, “Of course.” They go ahead and sit on an empty desk, and he follows. He figures this is their classroom, so that’s done. ‘I just need their name.’

“Let me see.” Kageyama shows them the paper, and they read through it. “Hmm.” They look up at him. “Do you have a pencil?” “Uh…” Kageyama searched through his pockets, and thankfully he did. He hands them his pencil, and they begin to write.

“It’s asking you to form a sentence using the vowel word “a” as a beginning word. It doesn’t have to be complicated. It can be "a car” or "a cat." For this, it’s asking you for a complete sentence. So it can be “I have a car.” Do you understand?” No, he didn’t.

Kageyama nods either way. They smile and say, “Good. Here, I’ll answer one for you. You can use that as an example.” They write down a sentence, and Kageyama takes note of how elegant their handwriting is. They make writing in a foreign language look easy.

“You try.” They pass him the paper and pencil. Kageyama gulps as he reads the question. “Uh…” “Do you know what it’s asking?” “Uh…” Kageyama's eyes are glued to the words. He doesn’t know what to put there at all.

Kageyama finally writes something, but knowing his crush is watching is making him nervous. “There.” He passes the paper back, and they take a look. “A for effort.” They say, and he groans, “It’s wrong?” “Kind of. Look,” They scoot their chairs closer to him and move the paper in between them. Kageyama's heart beats fast when he sees his arm touching theirs.

Kageyama didn’t know what they were saying. He felt like he was going to explode at the physical contact they’re having right now. “Do you get it now?” Kageyama blinks, “Uh…Uh huh.” “Good.” They smile, and he looks down. “Is that all you need?” “Uh…” Kageyama's eyes widen. ‘Fuck. I need their name.’

He looks straight at them, and they sit there in confusion. “Is something wrong?” “Um…” How is he going to make them say their names? He looks at the questions and tries to think of a solution. Finally, he picks one and says, "So, would it be, [Kageyama eats a cookie and milk, together]?" He looks back at them with his cheeks flushed red.

They don’t say anything for a moment. “Hmm.” They nod with an approving smile. “Yes.” “Can you repeat it?” He asks. “Sure.” They clear their throat. "[Kageyama eats a cookie and milk together.]" Kageyama frowns. "That's not what I meant." They tilt their heads. “No? What did you mean then?” “Uh…like…”

“Kageyama!” He turns around and sees Daichi standing by the doorway in frustration. “What’re you doing here? Shouldn’t you be in class?” “What about you?!” Daichi crosses his arms. “I’m looking for Tanaka. I figured he’d be down here with you kids. Now, go to class.” He walks off, and Kageyama pouts.

His crush giggles and pats his back. "Bye, Kageyama.” "Bye." He gets up with his head down as he drags himself out the door.

Kageyama blows it once again.