Since it’s the start of the holiday season, Can I request some headcanons for how Tanaka, Yamamoto, Kyoutani, Koganegawa, Tendou, Bokuto, Lev and Terushima would react to their s/o kissing them under the mistletoe? Maybe for their first kiss? Just something fluffy and cute if you can! Thank you so much, and happy holidays!!!

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This is such a cute ask!!! We had to do this one in time for the holidays 😀

~Admins Alyx and Emma

Tanaka

He and Nishinoya definitely made a point of putting mistletoe up in strategic locations, hoping to get kissed by cute girls

That said, he was not actually expecting it. You completely take him by surprise, and even though you only kissed him on the cheek, he freezes, his eyes going wide as saucers.

When you lean back he’s blushing bright red. He opens his mouth like he’s going to speak, but is interrupted by a loud “NICE, RYUU!!!” from Noya.

Even you’re a little embarrassed at that, because now everyone is looking at you two.

You both laugh nervously and make your way away from the mistletoe, but you find him outside later and kiss him again–this time not just on the cheek.

Yamamoto

He lingers near mistletoe, hoping maybe to get lucky

Yet another part of him is absolutely terrified of getting kissed in public. He’s not at that level yet.

When you do approach him with your sweet smile and cute sweater, he nearly melts. You point out the mistletoe that he’s been standing under with a giggle, and he tries to put on a brave face, but he’s dying inside.

Your kiss tastes like hot cocoa, and even if its small and chaste, he just about combusts

After he composes himself he puffs up with pride and stomps over to Tanaka and Kuroo to brag that HE got kissed! See? There’s a lipstick mark to prove it!!!

Not before he gets your number, of course.

Kyoutani

Sweet baby avoids doorways, arches, ceiling fans, and idiots with those stupid novelty headbands just in case. He hates the custom, for the most part. Less because of the kissing and more because the public nature of it. Kissing is intimate, damn it, not something a plant should tell him to do just because.

His only exception, to be honest, is if you’re there. He’ll still get shy and weird if you push it, though.

However, if you make it a sweet, chaste kiss on his cheek, his nose, or his forehead, he is extremely weak.

Save the big kisses for when you’re in private, though. He does get extremely shy and flustered about it, and he really doesn’t need Oikawa or Yahaba teasing him about it.

Koganegawa

Completely oblivious to the fact that the mistletoe is there.

When you kiss him, he is really, genuinely confused. He just kind of stares at you, his eyebrows pulling together as he tries to work out what’s going on.

After puzzling over it silently for a few moments, he manages a very eloquent “Huh?!”

“Mistletoe,” you say with an amused grin, and watch as he looks up and realizes where you’re both standing. He blinks several times, and you can see the moment it sinks in that yes, you actually did just kiss him.

He continues to stand there for several minutes even after you walk away. “You broke him!” Futakuchi says with a laugh, waving a hand in front of Koganegawa’s face.

Tendou

He’s a big fan of catching other people standing under the mistletoe and obnoxiously informing them that they have to kiss each other now (and then teasing them about it).

You can’t help but notice that he’s pretty careful to avoid the mistletoe himself, though.

You have plenty of patience, though. You stand just close enough to the mistletoe that you don’t get caught under it with someone else, and wait until Tendou slips up.

When he does, you step forward and clear your throat, pointing up at the mistletoe. His eyes flit upwards before widening suddenly.

“Your turn,” you say, before tugging him down by the collar to kiss him sound on the lips.

He stares at you as you pull back, his cheeks bright red. You kiss him once more on the nose, because he’s too cute.

Bokuto

Stands or walks under the mistletoe as much as he possibly can.

It’s really kind of adorable; his eyes are bright and excited, and it’s impossible to miss how he keeps glancing at you.

You don’t wait long before you indulge him, acting like you just happened to walk under the mistletoe at the same time he did.

“Aha!” he says, pointing up at the mistletoe with a wide grin.

You smile and throw your arms around his neck, giving him a thorough kiss; “Merry Christmas, babe.”

Lev

He’s wondering why you told him to stand still under the mistletoe.

He’s also nervous because you whispered in Kuroo’s ear and now Kuroo is giving him that Look and he feels very attacked right now.

You return. You have a chair? Why do you have a chair?

You plunk the chair in front of him. You climb on the chair.

You give him a little smooch while standing on the chair.

He’s confused for a solid two hours, but once he gets it, he literally can’t stop laughing. Don’t worry, you and Yaku can team up on his titan ass later.

Terushima

He’s one of those idiots with the mistletoe on a headband (or worse–on his belt buckle)

He likes to jump around the party, telling everyone they have to kiss him! It’s tradition!

Even if you brush him off initially, he’s persistent. You’ve caught his attention and now he’s a dog with a bone and doesn’t want to let go.

Even if it’s just a little peck on the cheek to get him to shut up, he’s silenced pretty much immediately.

If it’s something more, though, he definitely needs some time to figure out how to Can again, because he’s broken now.

Awwww!!!! These are so cute !

Matsukawa and 18! Thank you!

Matsukawa – #18 Christmas proposal

His expression gives no indication of the trepidation in his heart. He’s fairly sure she’ll say yes, they’ve been together three years and those have been filled with enough ups and downs that he knows she’ll stay by him through anything.

But it’s difficult to fully combat the fear of “what if?”.

Taking a deep breath, Matsukawa checks his pocket, he’s lost count at this point of how many times, fingers rubbing against the small leather box nestled within, questions about its contents bombarding his mind.

Is the diamond too small? Is it the right cut? Did he get her ring size right? Did she want a different metal for the band?

The door opens, revealing her in a solid red dress, sparkling silver belt around her waist, a jeweled bow in her hair.

He inhales sharply, overcome with the Christmas vision she makes.

“Issei, you look so handsome!” she compliments, bright smile on her face. “Merry Christmas!”

His chest tightens, unexpected emotions welling in him faster than he can filter them. “Marry me…I mean….Merry Christmas!” he practically shouts.

She startles, eyes a bit wider.

Matsukawa is sure his heart has actually stopped beating. Did he really just blurt that out? And then correct himself like it was mistake? Granted it was, he hadn’t meant to say that now but he wants her to marry him more than anything in the world!

Before she can respond, he falls to both knees before her, grabbing her left hand. “Actually, I meant the first. I…I had a whole thing planned, clearly that’s a moot point.” He takes a deep breath, forcing himself to keep his eyes on her face. “I love you, so, so much, and I’d be deeply honored if you’d give me the best Christmas gift of my life by accepting my proposal.” Taking out the box, he opens it, holding it up before her. “Will you marry me?”

In the twinkling lights of the tree, he can see tears welling in her eyes but her smile assures him of their nature.

Falling to her own knees, her arms wrap around his neck. “Yes, Issei, I’ll marry you.”

He smiles, pulling back to slip the ring on her finger and press his lips to hers.

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Christmas with…The Pretty Setter Squad

A/N: Praise our beautiful Aphrodite children amirite

Sugawara

He is the BEST at hosting Christmas parties and being a part of them. He’s so kind and charismatic, it really sets the mood for a nice evening. (Also if he ever meets your parents this will make them instantly love him.)

Spicy food on a cold day is A+ in his book. He will, no matter what, eat the spiciest thing he can make or order (much to your amazement). If you like spicy food too he will challenge you.

Oikawa

Not only is he the Grand King Setter, but he’s the Grand King of ugly Christmas sweaters. Catch him with the cringiest threads he can find every day. (Also pls match with him at least once.)

His desired Christmas gift (if you can even call it a gift) is you two singing Christmas carols in front of Iwaizumi’s window at midnight. Hopefully you won’t die.

Kenma

Sorry, but once it starts getting cold outside, Kenma is strictly a homebody. He’s so sensitive to the cold it’s almost comical at times. (Open his window when he’s asleep and it’s snowing lmao he will literally jump out of the bed like a cat.)

Getting some hot chocolate and having a video game or movie marathon is his favorite thing to do. And being snowed in somehow makes it even more fun. He’ll cuddle up under a fluffy blanket with you too.

Kageyama

He hates the cold and always overdresses you for it? Like he keeps offering you his earmuffs and mittens, but you already have like 3 pairs on chill Kags.

He’ll wrap an arm around you in public more than once , but only because he insists he “needs warmth” not because he wants to or anything. The content look and blush on his face proves otherwise.

Akaashi

He doesn’t really get the hype for Christmas, but he thinks when you get excited about it it’s super cute. It makes him want to participate in the festivities.

He can, and will give you the best present ever. It’s always something he knows you need. It’s amazing how spot on his giving skills are.

So cute!!

Mistletoe with Murasakibara !

Murasakibara – #5 Mistletoe (accidentally added a bonus “secret santa”, hope you enjoy)

Himuro looks about, a small smile on his face. This was a great idea. The sparkling lights reflect in his eyes, masking the bit of mischief to be found there if anyone was looking close enough.

“______-chan, can you take these ornaments and hang them on that line of pine garland? It looks a little sad without any sparkle.” Taking the box from his hands, she nods, walking briskly in the direction of his pointing finger; the other schools will be here any moment and they want everything to be perfect.

“When do we get to eat, Muro-chin?” Murasakibara whines, eyeing the buffet table as he walks up.

“Soon, just be patient,” replies the darker haired male looking up at his friend. He covers his mouth, chuckling at the giant’s attempt to tie his tie. “Atushi, go ask ______-chan for help with your tie, it’s messy.”

The purple hair glances down, frown on his face. “It’s fine, I’m just going to take it off as soon as the pictures are over anyway.”

“Pictures are all the more reason to look impeccable,” Himuro insists. “Go on, she’s right over there.”

“Why can’t you just do it?”

“Because she did mine, doesn’t it look nice?” He steps back, waving a hand over the perfectly tied silk.

“Mmmmm, I don’t know.” He pauses then sighs. “Fine, I’ll ask her.”

As he makes to take a step in her direction, Himuro catches his massive wrist. “Wait, I forgot to give this to her to hang up, can you help her? I’m sure she won’t be able to reach.”

Murasakibara looks at the item in his hand, shrugging large shoulders before closing his fingers around it.

“Don’t crush it!” Himuro calls.

“______-chin,” Murasakibara’s voice rumbles from overhead. She looks up, eyes widening and face flushing bright pink when she sees Yosen’s center towering over her, a sprig of mistletoe between his fingers right above her head. “Muro-chin asked me to help you hang this, where do you want it?”

She swallows thickly, casting nervous eyes to their mutual friend, almost scowling at the smug expression on his face. Turning her attention back to the question, she points up to the center of the threshold. “There’s fine,” she says lowly.

He reaches up, hanging the plant on the hook she designated. Looking back down, he adds, “Oh, he also wanted you to fix my tie.”

“Um, sure, uh…can you kneel down a bit?” she asks. He does as she requests, crouching on one knee so she can reach. She disengages the messy knot, fingers trembling slightly thanks to their faces ending up inches apart when her hands wrap around his neck to settle the fabric under the collar of his shirt.

“______-chin?”

She looks up just in time to close her eyes as he presses his lips to hers. When they part a moment later he says, an unexpected lilt in his voice, “I’m not stupid, I know what that is above our heads.”

“I…I never thought you were stupid, Murasakibara-kun,” she whispers, mouth close enough for her breath to tickle the skin of his lips.

“Then kiss me again,” he says and she pulls him forward by the tie, planting their lips together in a longer, deeper kiss.

“Merry Christmas from your secret santa, ______-chan,” Himuro murmurs to himself, turning away to begin greeting their guests.

Hey Jade ♡ I would love to be warmed up by Iwaizumi 😍 so how about “warming each other up” with my favorite Ace?

Iwaizumi – #15 Warming each other up

A biting wind races across the street, it’s sting cutting against Iwaizumi’s cheeks. He shivers, irritated at the sudden cold front that’s impeded upon his run. The forecast hadn’t called for temperatures this low the night before, so he predicted he’d be fine to do his normal route this morning.

The numbing of his toes says otherwise.

At this rate, he’ll be lucky to feel any of his extremities by the time he gets home. He doesn’t want to think about what his face looks like, the scarf he opted to use constantly losing its tension and sliding down. He really should have invested in that full coverage mask Oikawa kept bugging him to get.

Not that he’ll ever admit his friend was right.

Rounding another corner, the sight of your house brings a sudden warmth to his chest. He’s been crushing on you for the better part of the year but he’s never had the guts to do anything about it. Now, desperate to get out of the frigid air, he slides off his pride and races the distance to get to your front door.

He can barely feel the impact of his hand banging against it.

You open the door, eyes wide when you see just who it is seeking refuge this early.

“Iwaizumi-san! What on earth are you doing out in this weather?”

“I-I-I, di..didn’t expect it…t-t-t-o be…t-t-this cold,” he explains as you usher him inside.

It’s warm, almost hot but he can barely feel it.

“Sheesh, you look half frozen,” you admonish, drawing him towards a roaring fire. “Sit here while I get you some tea.”

He thanks you through chattering teeth, mentally slapping himself for allowing you to see him behave like such an idiot. Settling next to the hearth, he extends his hands, huffing a sigh of relief when feeling begins to return to them.

“Take your shoes and socks off, they’re soaked,” you say, but before he can move to do so, you’re already kneeling next to his legs, nimble fingers undoing the laces and tugging both off. Without pause, you begin vigorously rubbing his naked feet and he’s so thankful your back is to him because he knows his face resembles a cherry at this point.

Now that he knows they’ll support his weight, Iwaizumi leans back on his hands, staring at your back. You keep rubbing, hands working magic on his skin igniting embers deep in his stomach.

“There,” you say, satisfied smile on your face as you turn to face him, “no need to amputate.”

He smiles weakly, unsure what to do at this point. He knows what he wants to do, if the tingle in his lips is anything to go by, but despite his ability to move freely once more, he still feels frozen.

Standing up, you offer him a hand which he declines with a polite shake of his head, easily standing on his own thanks to your administration of friction to his numb limbs. He wiggles his toes experimentally and you giggle, the sound pulling more heat to his face.

He hates that he blushes so easily around you.

“Glad to see you’re warmed up,” you remark, but frown when you eye the tea on the table. “Guess I should have waited to make it. Here, I’ll heat it up.”

Iwaizumi isn’t sure what’s gotten into him, but as you reach past him towards the cup, he catches your hand, drawing you into his arms instead. Face blazing at his bold action, he nevertheless continues, wrapping his arms around you securely. At first you’re rigid, clearly surprised, but when he feels you relax into his hold he exhales the breath he was holding.

“Thanks,” he says simply, brushing a delicate kiss to your cheek.

When he pulls back, he’s please to see a hint of pink dusting them. Seems he can warm you up too.

2 and Imayoshi

Imayoshi – #2 Snowed in

A whistle of wind sends a shiver up her spine as the lights flicker ominously. Winter certainly is in full force. Glancing out the window, her eyes widen as the snow dumps faster than the last time she lifted her eyes from the pages before her. A second shudder breeds goosebumps over her skin as her attention returns to the story.

Only for a yelp to erupt from her lips, her body catapulting out of the chair and onto the floor when the touch of frigid fingers presses on the back of her neck.

“Damn it, Shochi! What the hell?” she yells, angry eyes meeting his amused expression.

“Just lookin’ to warm up, sweetie,” he teases.

“Then run your hands under hot water!”

He chuckles, rubbing his hands together as he rounds the recliner. She eyes his extended appendage doubtfully but finally places her hand into his. At least it’s warmer now.

He draws her up easily, arm wrapping around her waist. It isn’t often he’s expressly affectionate, so cold hand prank or not, she decides to enjoy this lapse in typical behavior.

A deep rumble sounds around them, the storm’s intensity increasing. With a final flicker, the lights snuff out, leaving them embraced in the dark.

“So, seems we’ll be stuck here for a while,” he murmurs, breath hot against her ear. He removes the book from her hand, dropping it to the flood with a thud. “And no light, means no reading.” Lips press against her neck and she shudders for an entirely different reason. “I’ve heard body heat’s the best way to warm up, so let’s retire to the bedroom and let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.”

I’ve missed you! Good luck on your paper! Neon: HCs for your fave KiriDai boys and kissing under the mistletoe please!

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Thanks for the luck! Hopefully we do well! Also, fave KiriDai boys. You mean all of them? lol

Hanamiya

this isn’t exactly his favorite tradition out of all the Christmas things

you have to be something especially special to him if you’re going to get a kiss under the mistletoe

anyone who he doesn’t care enough about is simply going to get glared at

he doesn’t deliberately go out of his way to avoid doorways that have them hanging, but it’s annoying when he gets caught under one

Seto

boy is so tall, he notices the mistletoe right away because he has to duck out of its way

he isn’t the type to kiss everyone who gets caught under there with him

in fact, there’s only one person on his mind that he wants to get caught under a mistletoe with

for as silent and brooding as he can be, he has some fantasies about mistletoe kisses

Furuhashi

if you placed a mistletoe in a doorway and suddenly find it missing, it’s because he’s probably taken it down

he finds the whole tradition as more of a hindrance than anything

he isn’t going to follow the tradition unless you are the one to physically make him

will probably grumble about how the two of you could kiss anytime; it doesn’t have to be under a doorway in front of a crowd

Hara

the type to jokingly carry around a mistletoe wherever he goes

he’s not exactly picky about who gets under there with him; if he finds you attractive then you better expect him to kiss you

if he finds you really attractive, you better expect that kiss to go a little farther than necessary

he’s pretty brave and has no qualms about dangling a mistletoe above your and his head in a crowded area

Yamazaki

he gets extremely flustered every time he accidentally gets caught under the mistletoe with someone

expect red faces and jumbled words if you’re somebody he actually wants to kiss

if you’re not, still expect a red face, but more out of humiliation than anything else

he’s the type to close his eyes and lean in with his lips all puckered

I loved these, thank you!!

Number 10 with my baby Tendou Satori !!!! Thank you babe !!

Tendou- #10 Secret Santa

Walking into his homeroom, Tendou’s eyes widened when they fell upon a prettily wrapped box sitting on his desk. Glancing around revealed no clues as to who’d left it. Perhaps it was a mistake? Surely no one would leave him a gift; unless it was one of his teammates. An ironic smile flickered over his face as he convinced himself it was most likely a prank from Semisemi.

He sat down, picking up the present and tearing into the paper. As he popped the top open, his eyes bugged out. Nestled in tissue paper laid the latest edition of Shonen Jump along with a gift certificate to his favorite ice cream shop.

Merry Christmas, Tendou-san! I hope you enjoy these treats. The card, clearly homemade but well done, held no signature identifying the giver.

Ok, so it wasn’t from Semi. And it certainly wasn’t from Wakatoshi. Friendly as they were, the two boys had never bothered to get gifts for each other, much less for Christmas. And there was no way he’d hand make a card.

“What’s that, Tendou?” Ushijima asked nodding to the manga in the middle blocker’s hands as he set himself and his food tray down across the table from the red head later that afternoon.

“Apparently I have a Secret Santa to find,” Tendou replied tucking it and the certificate into his backpack. His smile was wide, eyes a bit brighter as he scanned the room quickly, but he failed to notice her watching him from behind a pillar on the other side of the cafeteria, a smile on her face when she saw his expression. While she wasn’t ready to come forward with her feelings just yet, bringing some cheer to Tendou’s holidays was enough for now.

21 and Kise

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Tucking his hair as best he can beneath the hood of his sweatshirt, Kise then wraps a scarf around his neck. The last touch are a dark pair of sunglasses. “Perfect,” he comments to himself with a nod, grabbing his keys. He locks the door and rushes down the stairs of his apartment. It isn’t long, however, before his plan for concealment fail miserably in the form of clouding glasses, compliments of his breath on the scarf. He takes off them off, hoping the scarf will be enough to keep his face obscured.

All he wants is to get in, get his _______-cchi a present and get out.

In the same mall, said girl is also shopping, looking for the perfect gift for her gorgeous blonde beau. But what does one get someone who literally has everything? Kise’s wealth is…a bit staggering to be honest. After high school, he went into modeling full time and was welcomed with open arms, both by the industry and his fans. Every so often, she wonder how someone like her ended up with someone like him but she’s not giving him up for anything.

Shaking her head, she refocuses attention to the items in front of her, hoping something will jump out and inspire her.

“________-cchi!” exclaims Kise when he spots her around the corner making her almost spill her coffee.

Well, that’s one way to be inspired.

“Kise-kun, funny meeting you here,” she smiles, allowing herself to be drawn into his arms.

He leans down, kissing her. “Are you looking for something special for someone special?” he asks nuzzling her nose.

She taps her chin. “Hmmmm, not sure, know anywhere I can find someone special?”

“_______-cchi is so mean,” he complains with a pout.

Her giggle breaks his concentration and he smiles. But then he looks over her head and spots fangirls starting to gather and point at him making him sigh. She notices the change in his demeanor not to mention feels the tension in his body and glances over her shoulder, frowning at the sight.

Shifting his gaze, Kise sees something that makes his heart jump; he’s knows the perfect gift for her. Grabbing her hand, he tugs her through the back exit and around the building. “Where are we going, Kise-kun?” she asks.

“Travel agent,” he responds, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. “This year, my Christmas present to you, and myself too, is time away from all the crazy.”

“But Kise,” she complains, “what about opening presents?”

He turns to look at her, a gleam of mischief in his eyes as he tugs her close. “Then buy a little wrapping for me to take off of you,” he replies, nodding towards a lingerie shop. She blushes but nods nonetheless, kissing him goodbye allowing him to head off to plan their trip, while she looks for something special to wear for her someone special.

for the christmas prompts 15 with akashi

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It’s super windy here today so it’s a perfect time to write about getting warmed up! Also, I don’t know how Christmasy this will feel except that it is December and I am cooking a meal similar to this. Thanks for the request!

Rushing from the bus stop, hair flying wild in the wind, she struggles to open the door with her arms filled with packages. Just as she’s about to push in the key, the latch turns and Asaki opens the door.

“______-chan? What are you doing? Why didn’t you call me?” he asks voice gentle as he gathers half of her wares. As his fingers graze her hand, he frowns. “You’re freezing,” he remarks, following her into the kitchen.

“I wanted to surprise you,” she complains, ignoring his concern of her well being. “I thought you’d still be at the office.”

He smiles as he sets down the bags in his arms, eyes looking at the top items; the ingredients to make her infamous stew. “Well, today’s a perfect day for that,” he admires. Then taking her hands once more he pulls her close. “But before you get started on that, let’s get you warmed up.”

His lips caress hers, hands sliding up her arms releasing goosebumps but as his tongue slides between her lips to dance with hers, she feels her body warming up quickly. Her hands wrap around his neck, cold fingers burying into his resplendently red hair pulling a moan from his throat. The sound increases her temperature further, a warming sensation racing through her blood.

Akashi draws back for breath, a heated look in his eyes. “Seems my plan will be counterproductive to yours but I think you’ll forgive me,” he whispers, voice low and rich. He doesn’t wait for a reply, gathering her in his arms and heading to their bedroom.

They can cook later.