notes ; it’s been a while since i updated you guys, think of this as my check in. i hope you’re all doing well !
MATTSUNexperienced that uncomfortable feeling of dread filling his senses at around six thirty, approximately an entire hour late from your scheduled dinner date. the restaurant he picked out, the outfit you had bought specifically for this rare occasion. wasted. yet he didn’t realize until he happened to open his messages, your pinned number causing him to leap from the loveseat in terror. he messed up big time. your beautiful face crumbling with sadness sent him dizzy in distress. the frazzled man disregarding his usual belongings to run to the place, evening lights twinkling with the dimmed lighting; elevating the romantic atmosphere. “baby i’m so so-“ however, the apology was cut off when you shoved past him—soft sniffles heard. “if you have time to apologize, you surely had time to show up.” you hissed, not sparing a single glance at issei. after that, he trailed behind you on the way home—downcast. the sounds of your crying haunting him from the living room. he was giving you space, but this was killing him. “i made your favorite dish, come out so we can talk-“ once again, the words frothing in his throat dissolved upon impact. your face hidden in his t-shirt. “you jerk, don’t you ever do that again or i will not hesitate to cut off your hands and feet.” he stood in stunned silence. “alright then, am i forgiven ?” — “not a chance.”
KUROO was fully immersed in his job, and you couldn’t be happier for him. except for the portion which required him to be away for long periods of time. apparently, the at-home movie date was long forgotten. because tetsuro was a no show. the thought of calling him left your lip quivering. this could possibly be one of the only times you get to see him this week and your patience and resilience was running thin. finger pressing the call, listening to the dial tone with absolute silence—emotions in an overflow. but the anger bubbling quickly dissipated when the fluid and ear numbing voice was heard. his. “..how could you forget ?” your voice cracked, crucially unhelpful. “that’s it ! tonight was the movie night wasn’t it ?” he bit his lip, guilt eating his heart alive. “it was.” you finished, hands shaking as you held the phone—struggling to keep it together. “it’s okay kitten, i hear you, i can’t even explain how sorry i am, let it out i’m here.” he hushed, easing your choked sobs. he stayed on the phone with you all the way to the door, enveloping you in his arms while gently rubbing your back. “how about my neighbor totoro ?” you gasped in air. “that sounds okay.” he smiled weakly, kissing your lips. “anything for you.”
BOKUTO grinned form ear to ear, this smile was most definitely not as large as it was when gazing at you—but impressive in the least. his power was phenomenal and this practice was proving simple. kotarou’s gained skill over the years bringing him to this moment. he was obsessed. although no matter how deeply he adores volleyball, you took first. today though the ace was fully charged. mind straying from the picnic date set up forty minutes ago. “that one was the best !” he shouted with glee, fists clenching pridefully. his mini celebration cut short at the gym doors being opened. there you stood, gorgeous as ever in your newly purchased sun-dress. “how’d the practice go ?” you quietly exclaimed, eyes saddened. automatically he ran to you, noting the picnic basket in your hands. “sweets i forgot i’m sorry honey i—“ the look on your face unreadable. “can we start this day over ?” he mumbled, fiddling with his fingers. “just take me on a date you oaf, and if you forget next time i’m not going to your next game.” he brightened first, then paled at the later add in. “that’s easy peasy then.” he smirked triumphantly, hands on his hips. “mhm i bet it is.” you hummed, brows lifted in amusement. ‘honey.’ you haven’t heard that one before.
AKAASHI is a busy man. from filing reports to his editing career, his life at the moment is an endless loophole of assignment after assignment. spacing out hardly any time given to spend with you. today was a breakfast day. a day he reserved especially for you, only for you. to go out and eat early and to return to your comfy abode to lay in bed, simply conversing. nevertheless, his internal alarm clock filtered on his job, waking up beside you to leave a peck on your forehead before walking to the subway station. regular routine. funny enough, this one was a close call. a very close call. seated in his office chair, your text affirmed on the screen. ‘where are you ?’ the memories drowning keiji in a huge tsunami. recollections of yesterdays excitement crashing into him. ‘went to the store, hang tight love.’ and just as fast as he’d entered the building he exited. with the small white lie discarded. déjà vu passing by at the familiar bedrooms entities. “you weren’t actually at the store we’re you ?” surveying his coat with a sleepy smile gracing your angelic face. “no, but i’m here now.” he puckered, glancing away from embarrassment. “close call.” he hovered above you, breathy kisses devouring your neck. “but i made it.” you chuckled, his lips tickling your jaw. “that you did.”
notes ; my requests will be answered do not fret, it’s difficult right now .. but i promise i’ll get to them ( and this forbidden affair of ours as well )
SAKUSA takes your hands in his, holding your fingers up to his ice cold cheek with a soft sigh. he won’t budge, at some point you’re concerned if he’s even breathing until peering an eye open to see your beautiful face and only sigh more. especially when you’re immersed in a conversation and not him. unbelievable just how much this giant volleyball was a sucker for you. “y/n..” he utters in a hushed tone, thankfully drawing your attention away. you noticing immediately the need in his voice, a feeling of guilt gnawing at your chest at just how blind you were to his fear of crowds. this germaphobe going such lengths for you—to fulfill your wishes despite his disadvantage. his eyes straying to your connected hands to you with pinched brows. once you excused yourself, you whipped to the car and the moment you sat down his head was in your lap. “kiyoomi, we need to go home baby.” your fingers curving to soothe his curly black locks. “it’s fine here.” he whispered, big hand stroking your thigh with relief. “do you want to stay here then ? i thought you’d want to get home though.” you chuckled softly, stunned into silence at his following words. “wherever you are, that’s my home.”
AKAASHI reaches for his glasses, using the wipe ever so carefully to clear the fogged lenses. today was his day off, and after countless hours with you the bustling errands has came to a halt. now shifting to make way to nighttime routine. you walked from the bathroom to the bedroom in your pajamas, that being one of akaashi’s big t-shirts with ‘VOLLEY-STARS’ glittering in hot pink letters that he’d been gifted from his mom for his thirteenth birthday ( he wore it nonstop and a few years later discovered just how truly ugly it was ). “are you tired ?” keiji insisted, glancing up from his reading to survey your spirited expression. “nah not really.” you shrugged, stretching your arms comfortably behind your head. of course akaashi’s pout was spotted like a dazzling orange gem in black soil. “what ? you want me to climb in there with you and cuddle ?” you grinned mischievously, earning a sheepish keiji in reply. “yes… please come here, i want to lay on your chest.” he proposed, ecstatic when you hoped down. “fine, just until you go to sleep you hoot.” you chuckled at how eager he was, humming in delight. what could be better than this, with your husband half-asleep on your chest in a daze. “i love you ..“ he grumbled softly before falling right asleep.
TSUKISHIMA is much more subtle when needy, he’ll start with quiet gestures of maybe a poke on the cheek or a soft pinch to your hip to try and gravitate your affection ( which can come in the form of annoyance to tsuki ). but this time it seemed you were resilient, generally numb to his efforts and the blocker was becoming gradually frustrated. he leaned back in the seat, tapping his foot and deciding on how he should time this. instead, his mouth spoke before he could even process it. “brat, give me a kiss.” he tapped your shoulder, your bewildered face telling him enough. however this was tsukishima we’re talking about, the one person in this world who doesn’t get phased even when they’re the ones projecting strange outbursts so he simply smirked. “you said you want to all the time, so i’m making it easy for you. go on.” your response immensely surprising to him. “what’s the occasion ? letting me have it easy this time or do you want it.” you clamored, edging closer to him. “what if i did say i want it then ? “ — “then i won’t waste the opportunity.” you sang, breath lingering on his cherry lips and crashing in seconds later. needy, hungry kisses. this side of tsukishima was foreign, but not disappointing. “so cute, even your lips taste sweet.” he snickered, mouth pulling at the sides.
KUROO has and will always be outward when he’s needy. not limited to, but especially when he’s needy. “kitten~ it’s so lonely here~” he whined, facetiming you while you factored in at work. unfortunately the hours aligned on kuroo’s rest day and he was not having it. his complaints thought to irk you, but after all these years of being married to the living cat it didn’t bug you that much. “then why don’t you come visit me, my lunch break is in 30 minutes. if you drive you’ll be there right at 12:00.” you lifted your brows at his gaping jaws. “great idea kitty ! you’re a genius !” rolling your eyes at his toyed gratitude. well he might just be the easiest person to spot in the entire building, practically bouncing with energy. and maybe you should’ve felt just as happy to see him, but knowing the childishness that was going to proceed left you faltering. oh great. he wasn’t just sugaring you up. “KITTENNN ! !” the loud shout drawing the attention of the entire office. how embarrassing. you deflated, there was no escape. “i missed you so much—“ you nearly sobbed, flinging himself onto you with dramatic fake-tears. “please leave tetsu you’re embarrassing me.” you muttered, covering your face with your face. “i guess i’m too attached huh.” kuroo beamed, grabbing your hand to lead you into the cafeteria. “now i can show you how much i missed you unhinged~” — “tetsu you’re a dork.” — “not nice kitten.”
*⁀➷ summary: there’s nothing quite as domestic as getting rid of household pests together
*⁀➷ pairing: kuroo tetsuro x reader
*⁀➷ words: 1032
*⁀➷ tags/warnings: meet-cute to established relationship to married , spider mention because they’re cleaning. i hope this feels fluffy, light and hopeful <3
*⁀➷ a/n: baobeis secret santa for @serotorin!! merry belated christmas and happy new year!! i hope 2022 is kind to you, and i wish you all the best in everything!! (i hope kuroo isn’t too ooc aksjkdf he is a charming idiot! <3)
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You meet him on Christmas Eve.
No, it’s not like how it is in K-dramas. You’re not holding an umbrella in the snow, he’s not from another dimension, and you don’t twist your ankle and fall only for him to catch you and look lovingly into your eyes.
Youare manning the cashier of a konbini, though. The material of the Santa hat you’re required to wear tickles your forehead.
It’s 5 p.m. when a customer with the most ridiculous hair you’ve ever seen walks in, the bell chiming as he makes a beeline to the chocolate aisle. The sky is grey outside, and light snow is already starting to fall. At this time, most people have already gone home to their families to get ready for a night out shopping or celebrating, so there’s no one else in the konbini but the two of you.
It’s hard for you to get excited about the festivities when you’re so far away from home.
You stare listlessly at the fluorescent lights until the customer comes up to the counter and you get a better look at his face. He’s…sort of handsome, but that hair could really use a little styling. You note his suit and shoes (he’s probably an office worker) and the amount of chocolates in his basket (likely for colleagues or friends). You like the way he hands you the money with both hands.
“Merry Christmas Eve!” he greets cheerily as you print his receipt.
“Merry Christmas Eve,” you reply, then wince a little at how unenergetic you sound. Hopefully he won’t complain to your boss about you dampening the Christmas spirit or something.
You bow a little as he pockets his change, but he doesn’t leave immediately. Instead, he hands you one of his chocolates, a friendly smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
“You look a little down,” he explains, but there’s a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. “One would say you have a resting Grinchface.”
It’s so stupid it startles a laugh out of you. He chuckles a little too, and you think that maybe you can forgive his horrible hair.
“Thank you for the chocolate,” you smile, grateful, “but please never do that again.”
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“Okay, okay, here me out. I have a brilliant idea. How about,” Kuroo spreads his arms dramatically, as if introducing a phenomenal concept previously unknown to man, “we don’t clean the house this year?”
You raise an unimpressed eyebrow. He grins, half-hopeful, half-pleading. You stare him down for a few minutes until he deflates, flopping next to you onto the sofa.
“My one day off for the week, and you want me to clean,” he whines, butting your shoulder with his cheek until you look at him. He’s pouting, but you’ve always taken pride in being able to resist his self-proclaimed invincible puppy dog eyes. You put your hand on his head, turning his face to the bookshelf.
“Tell me, how many spiders do you see there?”
He squints, scouring the spaces between books. “Um. Four.”
You shiver. “Yes. Four. And you’ll get rid of them for me.”
There’s nothing quite as domestic as getting rid of household pests together. You start from late morning to early afternoon, the hours swept away like dust amidst your squealing as Kuroo teasingly lets the spiders crawl near you before snatching them up. You can’t see his smile beneath the mask he’s wearing, but the familiar crinkle of his eyes warms your heart more than feeble winter sunlight.
He collapses on a stool after you’re done cleaning, complaining about his back pain from having to heave the books back to their respective shelves. “We’re done, right? Please tell me we’re done.”
You grin, wicked. “Kitchen next.”
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“We have oranges in the fridge, don’t we?” You tilt your face away from your phone screen to glance at Kuroo, who’s just putting the leftover rice into the fridge.
“Yep!” He ducks and takes the container with oranges out, putting the leftover rice in at the same time.
It’s your first New Year married, and though you don’t say anything about it, there’s something giddy and warm hanging in the air. The thought of welcoming a new year full of uncertainties and possibilities scares you a little, but there is one constant.
That constant sinks into the seat next to you, the container on his lap. The sofa is angled to catch the first glimpse of fireworks from your apartment window. Even though it’s near midnight, you can feel the night air outside thrumming with life, the streets and shops brightly lit with anticipation.
You lean into each other, huddled in the sweaters you knitted for Christmas. “I’ll be spending another year with you,” Kuroo says suddenly, softly. Your heart melts at the wonder in his voice, as if he’s realising this for the first time and can’t be more pleased.
“Yes, you idiot,” you say fondly.
“Not just this year!” he insists. “There’s many, many more to come.” He wiggles his ring finger, grinning cheekily. “You can’t escape me.”
You roll your eyes. “If I wanted to escape, I would’ve done it at the altar.”
Things have started to settle. The both of you have come a long way from konbini cashier and part time salesman living in a cheap apartment to having stable jobs and being married. Married. Sometimes, the awe hits out of nowhere, that you really have a person to go through those wedding vows with you.
To have and hold. Kuroo snakes an arm around your waist, pulling you closer.
In sickness and health. You open your mouth as he feed you an orange.
The first boom sounds, a pretty purple and silver firework lighting up the night sky. Kuroo noses your hair, gently kissing your forehead, then your nose, then your lips.
To love and cherish.
“Love you forever,” he whispers. “Forever and ever and ever until the sun explodes 5 billion years from now.”
“How do you even remember that?” you wonder, huffing out a laugh before kissing him back.
“Love you too.” You catch a glimpse of your ring, reflecting the light from the fireworks. “Happy New Year.”
summary: due to unfortunate events in your life, you had to move to another city but you have to leave your precious friends and duties as karasuno’s volleyball club manager. but moving to tokyo was fun, not until you get invited to be a manager of a high school club again.
a/n: i’m so sorry for not updating! things got really messy with school lol anyways, here’s an update for you! thank you for waiting!
taglist: open! (main taglist below this chapter)
I had a mistake last update so here is the original, i’m so sorry I didn’t notice it.
summary: due to unfortunate events in your life, you had to move to another city but you have to leave your precious friends and duties as karasuno’s volleyball club manager. but moving to tokyo was fun, not until you get invited to be a manager of a high school club again.
a/n: so sorry for slow updates, a lot of work has been piling up. but slowly making progress! might clme back to everyday updates soon!☺️ tysm for almost 100 followers!
summary: due to unfortunate events in your life, you had to move to another city but you have to leave your precious friends and duties as karasuno’s volleyball club manager. but moving to tokyo was fun, not until you get invited to be a manager of a high school club again.
a/n: almost a week since the last update, so here it is! so sorry to keep you all waiting! just had a lot of work to do. might be limiting updates once or twice a week as of now. sorry if i didn’t reply to those who asked to be in the taglist, but i promise i see and read everything and i add all of you to the taglist! so you guys can just literally put “can i be added to the taglist?” and i’ll add you instantly!
taglist: open! (main taglist below this chapter☺️)
summary: due to unfortunate events in your life, you had to move to another city but you have to leave your precious friends and duties as karasuno’s volleyball club manager. but moving to tokyo was fun, not until you get invited to be a manager of a high school club again.
a/n: a very short update! i’m so sorry i rellay need to finish a lot of work, but i promise more updates once i finish all of my homework. plus i got really pissed because i wrote a whole paragraph for this chapter but then tumblr crashed and i forgot to save it. lost all the motivation to write so more conversations for everyone. the dates are also messed up, i’m very sorry.
taglist: open! (main taglist below this chapter☺️) (also if you asked to be in the taglist, please do message me again, my notifications are on crack and i can’t see the requests to be in the taglist☹️☹️)
✎ The next day finally comes, (y/n) being (y/n), she woke up really late. Seeing missed calls and text messages from Coach Manabu, she finally realized that she was calling him manager the whole time but Coach Manabu didn’t mind because it was his fault for not introducing himself as Nekoma’s Coach. He was actually flattered that she thought he was a manager which meant he looked young for his age.
Quickly getting up from her bed, she did a quick shower and proceeded to get ready. Grabbing her bag which was full of clothes that will help her survive the next few days at the training camp in Saitama. (y/n) was lucky that Saitama was only a 24 minute train ride from Tokyo. The training camp has started a few hours ago and yet here she was, almost lunch time which reminded her that there would be a lot of people by the train station.
summary: due to unfortunate events in your life, you had to move to another city but you have to leave your precious friends and duties as karasuno’s volleyball club manager. but moving to tokyo was fun, not until you get invited to be a manager of a high school club again.
a/n: conversations will still be with karasuno but i promise there will be more nekoma conversations once (y/n) gets to know them!! ☺️
taglist: open! (main taglist below this chapter☺️)
summary: due to unfortunate events in your life, you had to move to another city but you have to leave your precious friends and duties as karasuno’s volleyball club manager. but moving to tokyo was fun, not until you get invited to be a manager of a high school club again.
a/n: one or two updates per day until i finish all my homework hope i finish everything before sunday☺️ anyways, daichi calling (y/n) baby is *chefs kiss* i’ll have fun facts about ah, love at the end of the series! so make sure to wait for that!
summary: due to unfortunate events in your life, you had to move to another city but you have to leave your precious friends and duties as karasuno’s volleyball club manager. but moving to tokyo was fun, not until you get invited to be a manager of a high school club again.
a/n: pls don’t be shy to interact with the series i love reading comments and it gives me so much serotonin i might have another series once i finish this, but for now updates will be slow as i have to finish some school related stuff.
taglist: open! (main taglist below this chapter☺️)
warnings: there will be parts in the conversation where the boys are thirsty for u but there will be no sexual interactions until they all come of legal age
I want so badly to get back into writing and finish up the requests I have. But to do that I’ll have to get back into writing. So I’m just going to write a few things that make me excited, just simple little things I’ve been too scared to do since I kind of left y’all hanging out to dry. I’m not sure if I deserve to come back after all I’ve done, but I’m going to try and I’m going to try to come back better.
We already know it’s a miracle he even got to date you, he’s not gonna fuck up this chance.
Mad Lesbian vibes. So respectful of you and your ideals and all that shit while also disrespecting you and all your ideals and shit.
The BIGGEST TEASE. Like what a fucking RAT this one.
It’s like everything you do he’ll make fun of you for it (in a cute way ofc).
And he never lets you live shit down either. Like never ever.
That one time you laughed so hard at his shitty science joke milk come out, one of his favorite memories. You tripped down the stairs and landed on your ass and then farted, first thing he tells your parents when he meets them.
But really, he does it out of love. He likes seeing you flustered and smiling over all the embarrassing shit you’ve done. You can almost think of it as a way to desensitizing yourself to all the stupid shit that happens so it doesn’t sting so much thinking about it.
Speaking of! This boy wants you to be happy all the time! He’s going to go at your pace, be it slow or really fast.
If you love PDA he is your guy because he loves PDA. Especially in front of Yaku.
Hand holding, arm wrapped around your shoulder, kisses and hugs. The whole package.
He never half asses it either. It’s either full on kisses or hugs or whatever or nothing at all because that’s the type of person he is.
If it’s a halfhearted kiss he’s gonna make you do it again. An awkward side hug? Uh-uh, he’s gonna stop you and make you hug him the ✨right way✨
Of course, he’s not really… good at it at first, and he’ll be blushing like a dumbass because he’s getting touched by the person he loves… but its sweet and he gets better overtime.
Did someone say ‘emotionally available’? Cause Kuroo heard it, and he’s here for it.
He’s going to be open with you, because he trusts you and he wants you to trust him. () He’s gonna tell you what he’s feeling, and all he want is for you to listen.
If he had a really tough loss to some other volleyball team he’s going to go to you. He’s gonna cry, and then he’s gonna take you out to get something to eat.
Same goes for you, if you need to vent he’s the best bitch for it.
He’s ready to listen to you before you can even say “So today this bitch-“also ready to throw hands with whoever that is
Dates with him are few and far because of work and volleyball and school work. You know, the fun stuff.
But when they do happen? Oh honey.
He will absolutely go all out as a sorry. Fancy restaurants, amusement parks, expensive jewelry and candies and all that sweet stuff.
Though his personal favorites are when you go to museums with him and listen to him nerd out about everything there. It really cements to him how much he loves you.
He def calls you kitten, its his favorite, but he probably also calls you something stupid and nerdy like ‘my mitochondria✨~~’ or something else unattractive.
Oh! Oh! His ears are very sensitive, if you touch them he’ll shiver and almost purr like a cat!
Hates it when you do it around anyone, so feel free to do it around everyone to see his face light up like Christmas lights.
Its what he deserves :)
Overall he’s a very sweet loving boyfriend, and just wants to do this right. ❤️
A/N: Ahhhhh! This felt really good to write. I’ve been kind of too scared to write anything at all, so getting this done was so nice. I feel so excited to post again, but I’m also scared since I don’t think I am allowed to post after all my breakdowns and broken promises. Still, I’m going to try, so here’s my mediocre pick up. I hope you enjoyed
remind yourself to thank the heavens for rainy weather later on. sure, a week’s worth of laundry and muddied rubber shoes await your attention, but how could you? how could you manage to peel yourself away from where the bed dipped to adapt to your sleeping position, wriggle out of the blanket that had begun to absorb your warmth, and now shielded you from the cold?
the skies weep on your behalf. another body laying flush against your back, cupping you perfectly in the curve of their chest.
broken snores and limp hands are wrapped around your waist — a signal that they are still fast asleep, earning you free reign to turn and litter their face with kisses, smiling after each one.
it was quite funny, if you were being honest. the other’s face smooshed into one side where the pillow dipped and crinkled with a small pool of drool. their face was absent of any wrinkle indicating stress and it makes your heart swell. to be able to behold their state of vulnerability and calm.
it was moments like these that made you question whether or not you were even truly human. mortal. flesh and blood. you could’ve sworn you were fully engulfed by this lightness of being; all your humanly weight stripped off by the moment. skin and blood cowering away from you with each kiss and touch.
you lay on your back to look at the ceiling while rain play their song around you, drumming in disorganized harmony over surfaces. the curtain gently flaps to accomodate the chilly breeze, and birds rush past in search for shelter.
yes. you are in fact here. in the moment. in the flesh.
something shifts beside you.
their eyes meet yours, still droopy and puffy from sleep. you offer them a small smile while they slowly blink in the morning light and mouth you a ‘good morning’.
you playfully wrinkle your nose to complain about morning bad breath, earning a groan and even more stirring from the other figure. each giggle and hum sheds sleep away from the both of you.
it was moments like these where you hug them a little tighter, kiss them a little deeper, and hold them a little closer. you fear anything less than that will reduce either of you to a barely-present spectre.
you want to feel the rough pads of their fingers caress every surface of you skin, you want to savor the way chapped morning lips press itself against your shoulder, or how you both fit perfectly into each other in all aspects.
everything is sealed in them pulling you back flush into their skin, your hands curled into little fists in the smallest of spaces between you two. chapped lips press themselves on your forehead. familiar breaths tickle your hair. you can almost feel their steady heartbeats where your forehead rested against their chest.
hands find their way through the sheets to trace patterns on the expanse of your skin that by now, you swear ghosts of mandala designs litter your back. under your breath, you hum a thank you to the grey skies — for the moment, for your lover’s gentle heaving chest, and for being flesh and blood.
notes: i was scrolling through my notes app and found this little thing. i thought it’d be a waste to assign a specific character so i left it open, but you can look at the tags for some character suggestions too. take care!!
>> all words by aero 2021. please do not plagiarize.
I may have zero (0) requests but that won’t stop me from cursing you with my first dumpster fire HA! YOU THOUGHT YOU WERE SAFE! SIKE!!!
Akaashi
HE BBY!
He also my header cause he da best!
Legit has no clue what’s going on for the first week or two.
Like what is this fuzzy feeling in his chest?!
The flutter in his steps whenever you glance at him?!
Those damn butterflies when you watch him at practice?????
He’s like ?????
Eventually our dumb dumb captain Bokuto points out how he gets all red when you talk to him for over two minutes.
And how he always knows when you are absent.
And how he knows your favorite snacks.
Just snitches on him to the whole team bc he started analyzing their setters crush symptoms in the lockers.
Team teasing after that lol.
Since now he knows that he has a crush he’ll… not change anything and will try to win you over with his masculine appearance alone.
He believes that you fall in love with the person that shows their true selves to you and his all down for that shit.
He’ll bring you snacks and even go out of his way to find your favorites.
Helps you carry your backpack and will have endless facetime calls with you.
Invites you to every single one of his games.
His ultimate move is when he gives you his jersey and asks you to wear it.
He earns a kiss for that.
And after their win he asks you out.
Wholesome boy
Kuroo
HA!
He’s going to be a freaking smug shit when he realizes he has a crush.
He’ll show off during practice, games, in class, everywhere and anywhere he can.
Kenma will roll his eyes at his antics saying that he won’t be able to swoon you.
No one likes a smug boyfriend tbh.
So he tones it down, like a lot!!
He’s so sweet though.
Brings you food and water whenever he can and helps you with homework even if you don’t really need it.
He asks for tutoring here and there just to spend time with you.
WILL GIVE YOU HIS CLOTHES.
It’s like he’s marking his territory.
Lev would flirt with you just to piss his captain off and oh sweet baby Jesus he’s in for it when you leave.
Forces Lev to run like 5 extra laps for his flirty comments.
Kuroo might look confident in game but he’s a blushing mess when it comes to his emotions towards you.
Sooo it’ll take some time until he asks you out.
He’ll ask for a date if he wins the game, as a reward.
You of course agree and give him a peck on the cheek ‘cause it’ll be a bummer if he lost.
He wins so freaking fast.
A 30 minute game just to go on a date.
Dumb rooster.
Kenma
Best boi ™
He knows the exact MOMENT that he developed a crush on you.
Call it gamer senses if you want.
He doesn’t change his attitude or mannerisms though.
Just because he has I crush on you and might have imagined marrying you someday and how your kids would look , he doesn’t have to treat you differently. Right?
WRONG!
Kuroos’ teasing alone makes it difficult for him to NOT treat you differently.
He’s blushy boi when you talk to him.
And if you ask to watch him game?
Are you sure you are true?
And not an illusion?
His favorite person in the whole school along side Kuroo.
Although Kuroo makes it hard some times.
He doesn’t do jealous, too much energy but might become kinda sorta feral if Lev flirts with you.
Gives him the glare for the rest of practice.
You might have to make the first move.
Like personally wishing him good luck before a game.
After that he will ask you if you want to come over to his house and play some games.
Hi, I’m Alice and this is my dumpster of a blog *as if you couldn’t tell from the title. I love Haikyuu and it shows, that is why I’ve decided to begin this blog and write for my favorite volleyball boys and girls. My requests are open so feel free to send stuff in!!
a/n: welcome to chapter 2!! i finally added a taglist so feel free to join! the link is on the masterlist or my page :) please enjoy the chapter and thank you so so much for reading!!<3
The morning commute was the same as always. The subway you took to work was about a 15 minute ride, plenty of time to be able to sit back and listen to a few songs, clearing your head before you start your day.
The lobby was as busy as ever with people flying in all different directions, trying to get a good start on their day. You make a beeline to the coffee shop. The line wasn’t too bad and you were really craving caffeine this morning.
Kuroo had called you at 8pm last night, letting you know that he forgot to pick up his dry-cleaning, which you had asked him about 3 different times during the day if he needed you to grab it before you left. He had said he would handle it and yet, here you were, outside the entrance doors to his penthouse.
and you were sure he’d noticed. he’s not stupid, after all. he’s the smartest person you know. maybe not the most intuitive—because that would be kenma—but he was the most intelligent. he’s probably picked up on it already. whenever he tries to talk to you, you give him a nonchalant or an uninterested response. you avoid him in the hallways. and you don’t wait for him after your club so you can walk home together. you’ve stopped interacting with him outside of school entirely.
oh yeah, he’s definitely noticed. currently, you’re sitting next to him in geography. the teacher’s blabbering about some sort of religious impact on economy and agriculture. you couldn’t care less. this was an elective, anyway. all you had to do was get more than seventy-percent in the final exam and your report card wouldn’t even have a dent.
“oi, chibi,” kuroo nudges you in the slightest way. you roll your eyes, pretending to read the textbook, “you know, you’re five pages behind, right?”
your cheeks heat up almost instantaneously. you flip the pages, and scribble something on your notebook as you continue paying “attention”. the volleyball captain only snickers next to you, “who are you fooling, chibi? you’re not listening to the class at all.”
“maybe if you’d shut your trap, i could focus better,” you grit your teeth. he laughs breathily, hiding it with his palm so the teacher doesn’t see, “tell me, chibi-”
“that is not my name. and stop talking, please. this is important for the exam.”
he shuts up after that. you feel bad, but you only tell yourself it’s better for the long run. if you were being truthful to yourself, it was hurting you just as much as it hurt him. you were kind of, sort of in love with him, after all. avoiding him was your first thought when you came to the conclusion. you’ve been doing so for weeks.
the day passes smoothly. and you being you, leave the school grounds as soon as your club finished its course for today. you check your wristwatch as you’re leaving the library—the volleyball team doesn’t dismiss for another half hour. you still have time.
“hello there, chibi.”
well, shit.
you stop in your tracks, turning to see kuroo tetsurō standing there by the gate of the school. you’re definitely taken aback. why is he not in the gymnasium? what about practice?
“i think you forgot that i’m the captain of the team,” he smugly says, walking towards you, “i can cancel practice whenever i want if i have a reasonable excuse.”
“you’re a shit captain, then,” you scoff, beginning to walk away. he follows you though, catching up to you as he exclaims, “oh come on, what did i do wrong?”
“what?” you ask, “you didn’t do anything.”
“then why are you ignoring me?” he questions, stopping in the middle of the sidewalk. you halt too, looking up at him as you wrack your brain for some sort of excuse, “for the past month, you haven’t even spoken to me properly. we stopped hanging out after school entirely because one day, you decided to up and leave my life.”
“i was busy,” you meekly mumble, “sorry.”
“bullshit,” he laughs dryly, “do you really think i can’t tell when people are mad at me?”
you sigh in a defeated tone, “i’m not… mad at you.”
“of course you deny it,” he rolls his eyes, “you know what, screw it. be that way. i’m sorry i bothered you.”
he turns to walk away. you can’t really blame him. he’s been there whenever you needed him since middle school, and you quite literally just dropped him when you realized you were in love with him. it wasn’t his fault—he always overreacted like this or blamed himself for things that weren’t even his fault. you’d seen it happen firsthand. whenever kenma got sick, kuroo would end up blaming himself. he would say he isn’t a good friend, and would go over to kenma’s place to take care of him. it was sort of adorable to you, but also bittersweet. you bite your lip as you see his retreating figure. he’s getting farther and farther away, and you can only imagine what must be going through his head.
you let out a deep breath before running after him.
“tetsurō!” you yell. he stops walking immediately, slightly turning his head. his eyes widen when he sees you running at him in full speed, and you stop when you’re inches away from him. you pant, hands on your thighs as you try to regain your normal breath.
“i’m sorry,” you let out an exasperated sigh, “i’m sorry, okay? something happened and i got a little insecure and i avoided you because i didn’t want to share it with you. you would’ve found out eventually because you can read me like a book, and i didn’t want that to happen.”
“you avoided me because you didn’t want me to find out what’s going on in your life?” he mumbles, trying to make sense of what you said, “do you realize how dumb that sounds?”
you blush, “yes, i know how dumb that sounds.”
“are you sure you’re not mad at me? did i do something stupid or say something hurtful?” he asks. you shake your head.
he nods. an awkward sort of tension fills up the area surrounding the two of you, and he asks, “can you tell me why you were avoiding me now? i-is that why you’re talking to me again?”
“uh,” you pause, “i-i don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“i won’t push it, don’t worry,” he says, ruffling your hair. you groan, pushing his hand off as he laughs. there’s a sort of bitter feeling snipping away at your chest when you look at his face. he hides himself, though, turning away as he begins to walk again. your voice gets stuck in your throat, but you start walking too.
you’d tell him one day. you just weren’t ready yet.
Warnings: technically childhood friends to lovers, forbidden lovers, it seems angsty but there’s a happy ending. (cause ya girl can’t do angst)
Authors Note: hi hi! This is very different from what I normally post! But honestly I really enjoyed doing it! And I think it came out pretty okay also I had to mention bokuto cause I can’t have kuroo without Bo hehe <33 this piece is for @introlovesonce upon a time collab!Thank you so much for hosting lovely!
although this piece is SFW, minors you’re not welcome here :):)
The princess that Kuroo was betrothed to wasn’t all that bad.
She had a pretty face, although Kuroo believed she’d be a little prettier if she wasn’t scowling all the time. She tended to only smile when the two of them made public appearances around the kingdom, eyes alight for commoners waving at them on the horse and buggy only to dim as soon as they entered the castle gates. He never understood why she looked at her compact mirror so much, doing it so much she almost forgot he was present sometimes, only coming to acknowledge him with a little nod when she snapped the golden compact shut. He really tried to get to know her better, all the jokes he seemed to tell only made her look more bewildered, brows furrowing up before she’d speak. “I don’t understand what you’re trying to tell me.”
your mother has always told you to be wary of the woods. girls get lost in there, only to wind up dead, their bodies and faces twisted in pleasure and agony. you’ve followed that rule diligently your entire life—only to find that belief shaken when a beautiful demon appears on your doorstep in need of your help.
pairing: demon!tetsurou kuroo x fem!reader, 8.4k, nsfw/dc so minors begone
warnings: monsterfucking, biting, slight blood play, tailfucking, multiple orgasms, pussy slaps, male masturbation, breeding kink, creampie, baby degradation (no namecalling), reader is a virgin but it’s not central to the plot
notes: a sister piece to the osamu fic deliverance. part of asellus’ 2022 follower’s event. requested, betaed, and nearly brought to life thanks to @anime-nymph <3 <3 i actually really love this fic so i hope you do too
The woods are a dangerous place.
It’s what you’ve heard your entire life, what you’ve grown up dreading every time night falls. Demons lurk in those woods, luring innocent women into their clutches to bewitch them and feast on their bodies and souls. It’s not safe for people like you, who lives on the edge of the forest, the most susceptible to fall for the demon’s wicked tricks. You don’t remember when your mother started boarding the windows, but it continued for decades: every night, she would tell you the horrors of the forest, of the girls lost to sin incarnate, of their bloody and deceased bodies found as soon as the sun peaked above the horizon.
“Don’t you look them in the eyes,” your mother would practically chant as she fixed the thick plank over the windows so no one could come in or out until sunrise. “You will be gone the moment you do.”
You had seen the evidence for yourself so you knew it to be true. Aki, Haruka, Rumi. Girls you knew from around town, girls you had seen at church, girls you considered acquaintances. It didn’t matter who it was—their bodies would appear on the edge of the forest, limbs twisted in pain while their faces were twisted in pleasure. The demon hunters tried their best, but the bodies remained and you knew it was only a matter of time before you were taken next. Your house was on the edge of the forest after all, a cozy little cottage that you lived in with your single mother after your father left early in her pregnancy.
She passed away just after you came of age, leaving you to take up a job as a seamstress to keep afloat. Every night you walked home after dark, hurrying into your cottage so you could keep the same routine: shutting the door, boarding the windows, and saying a prayer to keep you safe until dawn. It was the same for years, a routine you never once deviated from so that you could uphold your last promise to your mother. To live.
