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KUROSHOU CANON KINGS

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Trick or treat kurosugu please!

come trick-or-treat in my inbox requesting ficcies and I’ll either treat you to some fluff or humor or trick you with a horribly twisted sad AU  (I’ll spin a coin to pick trick or treat)

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“What’sthe difference between a wizard and a warlock?” Tetsurou askedidly.

“Thetype of hat they wear,” Daishou answered without looking up fromhis stitching. Tetsurou grinned and wriggled his feet into Daishou’slap underneath the blanket he was working on. He closed his eyes andlet Daishou’s magic fill the air around them. He weaved some of hisown in there as well, calming magic and soothing magic and relaxingmagic. Tetsurou melted farther into the couch as Daishou’sstitching slowed. “Stop that,” Daishou murmured, reaching underthe blanket to pinch Tetsurou’s toe.

“Payattention to me,” Tetsurou said.

“Ianswered your stupid-ass question, what more do you want from me?”Daishou snipped, but he rubbed his hand up and down Tetsurou’sankle.

“Whatare you stitching?” Tetsurou asked.

“Wardingspells,” Daishou answered.

“That’sa baby blanket, right?”

“Yeah,for Mika and Yamamoto’s baby,” Daishou said.

“Mikaand Tora’s what now?”

“Theirbaby, moron. You’re telling me you can’t tell she’s pregnant?”

“Ithought she was getting a little chubby, but I wasn’t about tocomment on it,” Tetsurou said.

“Yamamotowon’t shut up about it,” Daishou said. “Hasn’t for two monthsnow.”

“It’ssweet of you to make them a warding blanket,” Tetsurou said.

“I’ma sweet person,” Daishou sniffed.

“Noyou’re not,” Tetsurou laughed. Daishou shoved his feet off of himand Tetsurou laughed harder.

Tetsurouclosed his eyes and listened to the pull of thread through fabric andsmelled the steely scent of protection against evils of all sorts,both from the blanket and the carvings Daishou had done on their doorframes and windowsills. He smiled.

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Bodyguard AU and It’s not you it’s me with kuroshou please?

Okay, so. I really, really, really want to do more with this. But I’ve got four WIPs right now and no room for another. So have this ficlet and consider it a prologue for a longer fic someday to be in the works!

“It’snot you, it’s me.” Tetsurou blinked at her. Her name was Echiko,he thought. Something with a ko in it. She was nice enough, like mostof them were. He just couldn’t keep them straight in his head. Hewas pretty sure this one was an idol-turned-movie star.

“Iunderstand,” Tetsurou said softly. “Maybe we can stay friends?”He wouldn’t text her after this.

“Ofcourse we can,” Echiko said. She wouldn’t text him either. “Ihave to go. My sister is waiting for me.” Sure she was.

“Takecare of yourself,” Tetsurou said. It was the first genuine thinghe’d said to her, possibly in their entire relationship. Shesmiled, and in her smile he saw a glimmer of sadness that piqued hiscuriosity. But then she was gone and he found he didn’t careanymore.

“Wellthat went easier than most.” Tetsurou bit back a groan.

“Youwere supposed to be hiding in the bathroom,” he said, turning toface his bodyguard. Daishou sniffed and brushed an invisible piece ofdirt off his suit.

“Iwas,” he said. “I got bored. I was hoping she would throwsomething like the last one.”

“Thelast one got the paparazzi on my ass for two months,” Tetsurousaid. “I thought you hated that.”

“Yeah,but it’s always fun to watch the initial break happen. Especiallywhen they insult you.” Tetsurou shook his head.

“Whatever,snake,” he said. “Let’s go. That gala is in two hours and weneed a good story for why we’re arriving alone.” He paused. “Whatwas her name?” he asked quietly.

“Echiko,I think,” Daishou said. “You can’t even be bothered to remembertheir names now?”

“Iknew it was Echiko,” Tetsurou said. “I just wanted to make surebefore the gala. In case they tried to trip me up.”

“Whateveryou say, Casanova,” Daishou said. “Let’s get going, beforesomeone else decides to break up with you.”

Tetsuroudidn’tsay anything, but followed Daishou out to the car. He mused tohimself as Daishou drove them slowly through crowded Tokyo streets.Tetsurou was a heartthrob, he knew. Girls threw themselves at himlike he was living sex. The tabloids followed his escapades like theywere the most interesting and scandalous news in the world, when inreality it was just him and Bokuto going out for burgers. He’dnever had a relationship that lasted longer than two weeks, even inthe beginning when he tried to make things work. It was a lonelyexistence.

Well,not lonely, exactly. He had the band, and he had Daishou, for allthat he was worth. He was never truly alone.

“Whatare you moping about now?” Daishou asked, glancing up in therear-view mirror. Tetsurou glanced at him.

“Whatdo you care?” he asked.

“Icould just let you walk,” Daishou offered. “If you’re going tobe a broody asshole, it’ll fit the aesthetic better. Of course,then one of your stalkers or ravenous fans might kill you, but reallythat’s more the better for me.”

“It’sso nice to know someone cares,” Tetsurou droned. Daishou didn’tanswer. He swerved across three lanes of traffic in one death-defyingmove and pulled into their apartment building. Daishou left him atthe door to his  apartment and sauntered next door without so much asa word of goodbye. Tetsurou rolled his eyes and let himself in.

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Daishou Suguru is not in love.

He has made an effort for that to be very clear– what he feels is not love, it’s not even affection. Hasn’t he made it known that he hates Kuroo Tetsurou? It’s obvious, isn’t it? Their entire relationship is based on banter, insults passed back and forth between a veil of respect that even Daishou doubts sometimes. Their dynamic is one that’s based on competition, so no, he’s not in love.

What a ridiculous thing to think.

It’s not love that motivates Daishou to sit and think, sometimes for hours, formulating just the perfect comeback that will leave Kuroo gasping and sputtering. The emotion that rises in his chest when they’re neck-and-neck in grades isn’t fondness, or pride, it’s jealousy. Two points higher, huh? I’ve got to do better next time. I’ve got to prove to him that I’m not inferior.

Sometimes, Daishou knows exactly what emotion he’s feeling. It’s hatred, bitter and consuming, when he sees Kuroo gloating over something he himself couldn’t accomplish. It’s loathing when Kuroo makes a comment about his hair, his skin, his personality that makes his stomach twist. It’s not hurt. Daishou’s feelings are fine. He couldn’t let his feelings get damaged by Kuroo fucking Tetsurou, who’s taller than he is, smarter, better liked.

And even rarer, he feels… guilt. Guilt when he knows he hit a nerve, shame when he hears Kuroo’s arrogant tone of voice stutter, regret when he knows he stepped too far.

Daishou Suguru is not in love.

(Daishou Suguru is hiding his feelings.)

He tries to pretend that it’s a different name forcing its way past his lips when the house is silent and his hand is under the covers, when he’s at his most vulnerable, thinking of the one person he can never let see him like this. He pretends that they just walk back along the train station together because they take the same route, he pretends that the soft moments between them are just tricks of the setting sun and the atmosphere, he pretends that Kuroo’s eyes only linger when he’s trying to form an insult.

He pretends it doesn’t hurt when he sees Kuroo with other people. He kids himself into thinking that Kuroo has moved on when his taunting falls on deaf ears. He knows that breaking the routine that they have would ruin everything, all of it, so he stays quiet.

Because Daishou Suguru is not in love.

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Daishou: God! I hate Kuroo so much! He’s just so good at everything

Numai: That can’t be true. Maybe he’s a bad kisser?

Daishou: No, he’s good at that too

Numai: What?

Daishou: What?

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DAISHOU NATION MAKE SOME NOISE

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I CANT THINK OF CAPTIONS I'M JUST SCREAMING

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requestzzzz pt 1

doggo and hand-holdin g hmhm

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Person B: *In their head* Okay you can do this just say it! Just ask them out~

Person A: Hey [Person B] what's up? *Smiles*

Person B: *Panics* I LIKE YOUR TEETH! *walks away*

Person A: *Confused* Okay?

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kuroo: /is making out w daishou/

kuroo: is that a snake in ur pants or r u just super happy to see me ;3

daishou: /pulls out snake from his pants/

daishou: his name is coco

kuroo:

kuroo: hes cute

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DAISHOU’S BIRTH!!!!!!!   🎂🎂🎂🎉🎉🎉

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ok one more for now. bokuroteru with sentence 19

“so why did I have to punch that guy?” 

The second Terushima stepped out the apartment he shared with Kuroo and Bokuto, he knew it wasn’t going to be a good day. Currently, only Kuroo was awake, reading through a book for his university course. Bokuto was still in bed, having worked the evening shift at his job.

“… Someone’s stolen our doormat.”

“What, really? Again?”

“Yup. Again.” Kuroo makes a sound of annoyance, dropping his head back onto the sofa.

“That’s the third time this month. What are people even doing with our doormats?” Terushima shrugs, checking around the doorframe to make sure there’s no signs of attempted entry. Their apartment building is kind of… Shifty.

“Beats me, they’re ugly as hell.” He snicker, feeling the heat from Kuroo’s glare on his back. Unsurprisingly, Kuroo had been the one to choose the “We welcome you meowy much!” doormat.

The one before that had been “Just know, Owl be there!” To this day, Terushima has no idea where they find these god-awful creations. For all he knows, they could be custom made.

“I’m choosing the next one.”

“Yuuji, if we’ve lost a total of 7 doormats, why would we buy any more?” Terushima pauses, just for a moment, before he laughs.

“Because I just thought of the best thing ever! See you when I get home!”

“Wai-! What’s your idea?!” The door slams behind Terushima before Kuroo gets an answer, and he sags on the sofa in a grump. His mood lifts when Bokuto stumbles in, sleepily clutching a pillow to his chest and rubbing his eyes. They spend the morning cuddled together on the sofa sharing sweet whispers and gentle kisses, passing the four hours until Terushima returns to the apartment. It doesn’t feel like home without all three of them.

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BoKuroTeru Drabble (Script Format)

Here’s the scene: Oikawa, Suga, Iwa, Daichi, Mattsun, Makki, Yams, Tsukki, Teru (maybe a couple others but for sure this group) are in Oikawa’s living room gossiping. They get on the subject of love lives.

Teru: Guys, my gaydar is on point.

Makki: Lies.

Mattsun: Prove it.

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OK THIS IS KIND OF A RAREPAIR BUT KUROO/BOKUTO/TERUSHIMA WITH TERU AS THE LEE????

Terushima hikes his bag higher on his shoulder as he makes his way through campus, towards the dorm apartments. He has the campus grounds practically memorized by now with how often he visits, and it’s only a little embarrassing when someone stops him and asks him for directions and he can successfully help them.

Bokuto and Kuroo’s apartment is in a structure near the lab building, and it’s a bit of a trek to get there, but luckily it’s nice enough outside that it’s kind of a pleasant walk anyways. When his phone buzzes in his hands, Bokuto bombarding him with texts about where r u!!!! hurry! teruuuuuuuu, Terushima just rolls his eyes and picks up his pace just slightly. The things he does for these assholes, honestly.

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if you're not super busy could you possibly do a mpreg for bokuroteru??

I have no excuse for leaving this for so long other than I’m lazy

Terushima pouted as he leaned back on the couch, hands on his stomach. He wasn’t really showing yet but there was a small bump there. 

“I’m gonna look like a whale.” He groaned and tilted his head back.

“At least you’ll be a cute whale.” Bokuto said with a smile, slipping an arm around his shoulders. Terushima leaned into his embrace.

“This is your fault.” Terushima said.

Bokuto gaped. “No, it’s Kuroo’s. We hadn’t had sex for a month before you found out you were pregnant!”

“What’re you two talking about?” Kuroo asked, sitting on Terushima’s other side. He immediately put a hand under Terushima’s shirt and onto his stomach. Terushima looked at him.

“This is your fault.” He repeated.

Bokuto laughed. “But hey, we get to have a cute baby! So it’s a win.”

Kuroo grinned, “It may be my fault but you liked it.”

“My back is going to be the worst. I have to sit hunched over all day!” Terushima crossed his arms over his chest.

Kuroo kissed his cheek. “It’s only for a few months. And then you get to lay around on paternity leave for a couple months while Kou and I wait on your hand and foot.”

Bokuto was about to protest but Terushima beamed. “Aw you really do love me.”

Kuroo smiled, “Yeah, I really do.”

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Hi! i have a request if they're still open! Could you write something about Kuroo being afraid of water and Bokuto and Terushima only find out when they get invited to a pool party with their friends or something? Thanks!!

Kuroo is horrified of swimming. 

It started when he wasyoung; he fell into a pool, unable to swim, and sank to the bottom, sucking inwater. It was horrifying- the way his vision blotched out- how his body ceasedto move. It was life changing, waking up to your own mother crying, a paramedicpounding at your chest, coaxing the water out of your lungs.

Kuroo has kept it mostly a secret, so that’s why he says no.

“What?” Bokuto blinks, “You don’t want to go?”

“I mean, like,” Kuroo fidgets, “I already have plans-“

“What plans?” Terushima raises an eyebrow, laughing, “Allyou do is eat hot Cheetos and play those stupid puzzle games.”

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