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He’s so fine bro, HELP 😩
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reblog with your favorite $uicideboy$ song in the tags. i’ll go first
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$notty
#grey59#rapmusic#rap#street style#rapper#music#style#g59#$not#ftp#bmw#snot tweets#snot#$not tweets#fuck the population#grey five nine#reupload
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#mine#$uicideboy$#g59#grey 59#suicideboys#ruby da cherry#$crim#scrim#music#lyric#lyrics#emo#rap#hip hop#Spotify#grey five nine#lyric sign
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RAMIREZ gotta b 1 of the most underrated G59
Yall are sleepin'
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#everything feels completely meaningless#in about a year and a half I’ll be done with my studies and I’ll most likely get some nine to five where all my days are the same#I’ll b some average person who has never done anything worthwhile or special on their lives and I will have lived a grey existence#and when this oeriod of my life ends I’ll lose all of my friends because that’s what always happens and I’ll be fully alone#I’m at the edge of a Pitt#I do t want to grow up I’m not ready yet#I can’t leave it all behind yet#I do t think anybody would miss me in the long run#none of it matters
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Dom bottom Older coworker Yandere imagines ~ ໒꒰ྀི ◞ ◟꒱ྀིა

A/N I’m going into over drive on these Yandere thought of mine ૮꒰ ྀི >⸝⸝⸝< ྀི꒱ა
Just imagining you moving into a house somewhere in the suburbs, you have a neighbor he’s in his mid forties you’re pushing twenty seven. He’d slowly peek through his blinds just to see you moving boxes inside your house watching your body flex under those shirts of yours, his eyes following you nearly drooling seeing you walking to the mail box in grey sweats showing him the outline of your cock— oh god thats what you were packing?
Just imagining the Yandere neighbor working a nine to five in some office living by himself all alone, setting up cameras on your patio and whenever he introduces himself getting you to let him in long enough for him to set cameras up around your house while you make tea for the two of you. The older male watching you on his desk top in his office watching one of his hidden cameras peaking over his shoulders making sure his boss isn’t around to see how he’s ogling your groin just imaging your cock stuffed deep inside him.
Just imagining your Yandere neighbor being ashamed of his actions right after he orgasms to videos of you, but that all gets washed away whenever he sees you your face. His obsession unhealthy all he can do in his office is daydream what it would taste like to have your cum spurting down his throat? What faces would you make when he is deep throating you? Do you tense up or do you tremble— oh his mind runs wild full of dirty fantasy’s a man of his age shouldn’t be having for a man who’s just pushing thirty.
Just imaging your Yandere neighbor being fucked by many men in his past a few one night stands here maybe a cheap motel fuck there but when he finally gets you on top of him. His whole word crumbling how could a man of his age never been fucked so good before in his whole life? His orgasm hitting him like heaven cumming hands free with his hands in the sheets just going “doin so good, boy— so damn good for me” while your cock bullies his prostate.
Just imagining when the Yandere finally gets you to himself— there’s no ifs, ands, or buts about it he knows he’ll get you! Sending you nudes from his office bathroom spreading his cheeks showing a pretty blue butt plug inside him sending you a little lewd message attached while you’re busy doing your own think knowing he’ll leave you a flustered mess just cause that’s the kinda boy you are. Packing and like a horny rabbit when you’re jackhammering into him but a total lover boy outside of sex.
Just imagining having your Yandere neighbor on his knees right between your thighs during one of his “visits” sucking you off not letting you thrust your hips or grab his head as he goes at a painfully slow bob “be a good boy and I’ll let u fuck me after?~” he’d coo to you with his mouth half stuffed with your tip while you sit on the couch whining with a flushed face looking like the most beautiful man he’s ever seen, he’d build a shrine to worship your body every day if he could—
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Through Me (The Flood) - secret baby fic Simon Riley/female reader This is the last part before the epilogue

“Where are we going?”
“It’s a surprise honey, remember?” You nod, but your eyes stay glued to the windshield, tracking the raindrops sliding on and off the glass. “Hey,” he reaches for your hand, pulling it into his grasp, “it’s okay. You’re safe.”
“I’m with you.” You repeat the mantra, the one you repeat in the shower, in bed, in the living room. I’m safe. I’m with you.
He wants to look away from the road so badly long enough to see your eyes, really see them. It’s how he knows where you are, if you’re there, or here, or somewhere else. Just in case, he reminds you. “The kids are with Gaz and Cami. Soap is sleeping in the guest room. They’re all together, and they’re safe.” You nod again, but answer as a robot.
“They’re safe.” He can’t do it. He pulls the car over and you turn in alarm, watching as he steps around to the passenger side door and pulls it wide, dropping to his knee.
“Look at me-“
“You’re getting wet!” You sputter, grabbing at his jacket, but he stills you.
“Look at me, mama.” Your eyes are full of tears, and he cups your cheek. “Where are you?” Your lip wobbles.
“That room.” He pries your fingers open and places your palm over his chest.
“What’s that?”
“Your heart.”
“Your heart, sweet girl. It’s yours. Count them for me.” You shake your head, clenching your eyes shut, and he squeezes your knee. “Deep breath. Count them.”
“O-one, two, thr-we, four…” he does it with you, quietly, supporting, but not coaching. Not leading. You have to do it, you have to bring yourself back. “F-ive… five, six, seven, eight, nine…” each beat steadies your voice until you’re sitting a little straighter, breathing a little deeper.
“There she is. There’s my girl.” He wipes a tear from your cheek, “that’s it.”
“Ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen…” you reach twenty five, and then give him a nod. He is thoroughly soaked now, but who cares. It’s not even close to what matters.
“Where are you?” He presses a slow kiss to your forehead.
“I’m here, with you.” You meet his gaze, clear and focused, and he nods.
“Okay.”
“You could have told me.”
“Not as fun, mama, I wanted it to be a surprise.” You’re standing in the middle of the room, looking around, smiling. It’s the same room he brought you to years ago. The room where he put the ring on your finger, the room you told him you’d spend the rest of your life, his life, together. The curtains are the same, the decor, even the bedspread.
“Si,” your voice wavers, and he pulls you into his arms, holding you against his chest.
“Are you happy?”
“Yes.”
You're surprisingly not nervous at all, though he's not that shocked. You have a few tattoos, medium sized, black and grey like his. No sleeves or anything that extensive, but you picked up a small collection during your travels.
"Wait... are you serious?" You squeak, eyeing the chair and then the guy sitting beside it, Mark, the same guy that's done almost all of Simon's work. Simon's still not sure how he convinced him to come out here and do this, but he suspects the sentimental piece of this occasion had a lot to do with it. "What... what is it?" Simon glances at him, and then nods, holding his breath as he pulls the stencil out of the binder to lay it flat in front of you.
It's a ring. Black and grey to match your other tattoos, but the same shape, band, everything, as the one you lost. Except-
The stone frames three constellations. Orion, Phoenix and... "Lyra." You whisper, tracing the line work. You look up at him with tears in your eyes. "Orpheus and Eurydice."
"Everyone says it's a tragedy, y'know? That he failed. But those people have never felt the way I feel about you." His throat is unbearably tight, and he swallows to keep it together. "They don't know how I'd go to hell to bring you home, they don't know how desperate I'd be to look back and and make sure you're still there with me," he breathes deep through his nose, chasing away the tidal wave rising in his chest. Mark, thankfully, has decided to pretend to be busy with something else. "They don't know how I'd let myself be ripped apart just to see you again. To spend eternity with you."
"Simon..."
"You don't have to do it," he rushes out, squeezing your hand, "just say so, and we'll leave. I won't be mad." You reach for him, tugging him close by his wrist and standing up on your tiptoes, trying to bury your face in his neck, seeking you safe space.
"I love you. I love... I love you." He brushes your tears away. "I want it. Yes, of course. I want it."
"You sure?" You cast one last look at the drawing, and nod.
"Eternity with you." He smiles.
"Eternity."
#peaches writes#simon riley x reader#simon riley#simon ghost riley#simon ghost riley x reader#through me#ghost x reader
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Gnarls Barkley - Crazy 2006
"Crazy" is the debut single of American soul duo Gnarls Barkley, taken from their 2006 debut album, St. Elsewhere. It became the first single to top the UK Singles Chart on download sales alone. The song remained at the top of the British charts for nine weeks, the longest number-one spell for more than ten years. The band and their record company then decided to remove the single from music stores in the country (while keeping the download available) so people would "remember the song fondly and not get sick of it". "Crazy" dropped to number five, before disappearing completely from the chart, as under chart rules a physically deleted single could not remain on the chart longer than two weeks after deletion date. Thus, "Crazy" made history at both ends of its chart run. It marked the most rapid exit from the British chart ever for a former number one, and number five was the highest position at which a single has ever spent its final week on the chart at that point.
In spite of this deletion, the song was the best-selling single of 2006 in the UK. In December 2006, it was nominated for the United Kingdom's Record of the Year but lost to "Patience" by Take That. "Crazy" won a Grammy Award for Best Urban/Alternative Performance in 2007 and was also nominated for Record of the Year, and it won a 2006 MTV Europe Music Award for Best Song. The music video was nominated for three 2006 MTV Video Music Awards: Best Group Video, Best Direction, and Best Editing, and won the latter two. It was also nominated for a 2006 MTV Europe Music Award for Best Video. "Crazy" was named the best song of 2006 by Rolling Stone and by The Village Voice's annual Pazz & Jop critics poll. "Crazy" was performed at the 2006 MTV Movie Awards, with Danger Mouse and Green dressed as various Star Wars characters.
The single entered multiple other single charts throughout Europe, including the German, the Swedish, the Austrian and the Irish Singles Charts, and the Dutch Top 40, resulting in a number one position on the European Hot 100 Singles. "Crazy" also performed strongly outside Europe, with top-five positions on the New Zealand and Australian Single Charts, and was also certified gold in both countries. In the US, the song "Crazy" spent seven consecutive weeks in the number-two spot on the Billboard Hot 100.
Musically, "Crazy" was inspired by film scores of Spaghetti Westerns, in particular by the works of Ennio Morricone, and the song "Last Men Standing" by Gian Piero Reverberi and Gian Franco Reverberi from the 1968 Spaghetti Western Django, Prepare a Coffin, an unofficial prequel to Django. "Crazy" samples the song, and also utilizes parts of the main melody and chord structure. Because of this, the Reverberis are credited as songwriters along with CeeLo Green and Danger Mouse. "Crazy" was used in several films and TV shows including Kick-Ass, I Think I Love My Wife, Religulous, The Big Short, Cold Case, How to Rock, Grey's Anatomy, Medium, Boyhood, and It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia.
"Crazy" received a total of 86,8% yes votes!
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🐰 series m.list
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✰ ❝ shameless ❞ s,a
best friends boyfriend au (cheater!Jk)
status: ongoing
-> tags: boxer!Jungkook, morally grey asf, smut. drama and smut. Oc and JK are lowkey bad people.
part one: said you wanna be good but you couldn't keep your composure.
part two: said you wanna be good but you're beggin' me to come over.
part three: ooh, come over.
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✧°📷 ❝ torn pictures and frozen lenses ❞ f,s,a
college photography teacher x student raeder- e2l
status: under construction...
-> tags: dramaaa, angst, slice of life, some smut, lil silly series
lessons; one / two / three / four / five / six
pictures (extras) ; one (s) / two (s) / three (f)
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˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ ❝ tension degree ❞ f,s,a
College roomate!Jungkook x college roomate!reader- fwb2l
status: under construction...
-> tags: college, smuuuuuuut, angst, miscommunication, deep pining
prologue / one / two / three / four & texts / five & texts / six / seven / eight / nine / ten / eleven
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... visit the whiskey universe!
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A Touch Of Hope (Logan Howlett)
Pairing: Logan Howlett x female mutant reader
Summary: After a mission went wrong, Logan brought an injured mutant into the school. And with that, new hope has arisen - for mutants, for the school, even for Logan.
General warning: graphic depictions of violence, smut, explicit language and more.
This story is for 18+ audience. Minors DNI.
Author's note: I love that Logan is tall in the movies. They... fucked up. And I am here for it. The reader is a female. I don't do any description BUT she has long hair (I'm sorry). If you find something, let me know. I am writing this for fun, not rushing and just enjoying the process.
Set in an alternative universe. In other words - I can do what I like.
• Begin Again (Chapter One) After a failed mission, Logan unexpectedly brings home an injured mutant. | Words: 5300+
• 'Hell' (Chapter Two) Y/N shares how she escaped 'hell’. | Words: 4300+
• Spark (Chapter Three) Charles reveals something more about Y/N's mutation. | Words: 3800+
• Window of Opportunity (Chapter Four) In Salem, Logan and Y/N have the opportunity to save the boy. | Words: 5200+
• Revelation (Chapter Five) Scott decided to be a dick and share something he shouldn’t. | Words: 4300+
• Better (Chapter Six) Things are slowly turning around. Or are they? | Words: 3100+
• Bar (Chapter Seven) It’s a fun night out at a bar. | Words: 3300+
• Bonding Moment (Chapter Eight) The students get to know Y/N a little more. | Words: 3700+
• Babysitting Gone Wrong (Chapter Nine) Charles asked Logan and Y/N to babysit the students while the rest of the staff was away for the weekend. | Words: 6200+
• Need (Chapter Ten) Things move forward between Logan and Y/N. | Words: 4300+
• One Of Us (Chapter Eleven) Y/N got an offer to become a member of the X-men. | Words: 3000+
Staff: Charles Xavier, Hank McCoy (Beast), Piotr Rasputin (Colossus), Remy LeBeau (Gambit), Bobby (Iceman), Kurt Wagner (Nightcrawler), Kitty Pryde, Anna Marie (Rogue), Ororo Munroe (Storm), Logan Howlett (Wolverine), Scott Summers (Cyclops), Jean Grey, Peter Maximoff (Quicksilver)
#Logan Howlett#Logan Howlett x reader#Logan Howlett x female reader#Wolverine#Wolverine x reader#Wolverine x female reader#Marvel fanfiction#A Touch of Hope#Logan Howlett fanfiction#Logan Howlett x reader smut
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Happy Sheenmas, everybody!!
“On the first day of Sheenmas, Michael sent to me:
twelve “what do you think I’m an amateurs”
eleven fanfic readings
ten sheeps a-bleating “bah!”
nine mint choc ice creams
eight Sheens a-wigglin’
seven pics a-changin’
six curls a-bouncin’
five feral tweets
four grey V necks
three Tony Blair’s
two onion peels
and Aziraphale on a pear tree
Merry Christmas”
#michael sheen#sheenmas#happy sheenmas#aziraphale#good omens#michael fucking sheen#welsh seduction machine#12 days of christmas#christmas#merry christmas#michael sheen video#twitter#video
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let it be me | kuroo tetsurou (3)
In which you, as a new divorcée, can't help but crush on your 4-year-old's new PE Coach.
genre: singleparent!reader x coach! Kuroo, fluff, acquaintances-to-lovers
taglist: @patpatspatz @matchagirliris @multi-fandom-fanfic @alittlebirdahgaselx @kuroos--little--kitten @menacejelly12 @aeshiue @dreamlessnight @altheades @loonalockley @not-your-average-fangirl @bertqut1 @sunlixfl-blog @nabboo007
a/n: enjoy! <3 thanks for all the love given to the first part of this story! here's the second part. Third part is coming soon ~
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"Seems like the night out helped then?"
Osamu can't hide his grin from the way you're flushing a deep red. It's so cute and adorable to see you this way, after months and months of just having the corpse of your soul wander around his coffee bar like you didn't know where else to go.
Now it seems, is a completely different story. You're glowing.
"How do you know that?" you almost splutter out your coffee as you gawk at your cousin from the other end of the bar.
Osamu proceeds to wipe down the counter. It's a Monday afternoon and it seems that the activity has slowed down somewhat, giving him a chance to catch up with you. He tries to stop the smile from spreading across his face as he answers, "how do you think I know?"
"Your brother can't keep his mouth shut now, can he?" you mutter into your coffee with a scowl.
Osamu laughs, "can you blame him? This is probably the first time since your breakup that you've even considered the possibility of going out and meeting new people. Let alone go through with it. You should be thanking him--"
"He takes too much credit for my happiness. He doesn't need more stroking to his ego."
"Point taken," Osamu can't argue with that. His brother is somewhat of an egocentric bastard. One with a kind heart and a nice smile nevertheless. But still a bastard. Done with the cleaning, he walks over to you as he leans atop the kitchen counter, "so? How was it then?"
"Fine."
Osamu's brow raises, "give me a bit more than that, y/n. I'm not stupid."
You pause, "it was..." the words feel weird swimming along your tongue, "...fun."
"Right?" your cousin breaks into a grin, "and how's the little chica doin'?"
"The little chica is a little too obsessed with her PE teacher."
"At least she likes him."
You hum, "point taken."
Talking to Osamu is a lot easier than his twin counterpart, solely because he isn't as dramatic and is rather subtle, able to control his emotions better and easier to have a conversation with actual sense without going off the rails every five minutes. It was refreshing, despite the fact that you didn't spend as much time as the grey-haired young man due to clashing schedules.
"So...this Kuroo guy..."
A groan can't help but fall from your lips as your head hits the counter, "Osamu, I'm twenty-nine. I don't need any boy talk--"
"Oh yes you do honey," he sing-songs and leans even closer, grey eyes sparkling. It's in these moments that he resembles Atsumu so much you wish to whack him one, "just because your father ain't here doesn't mean you get to do whatever you wa--"
"Enough." your hand shoots out, slapping onto Osamu's mouth.
He pulls away with a cackle, wiping his hands along his apron, "I'm serious though. Kuroo's a good guy, but if he ever does anything out of line--"
"Yeah yeah I got it."
"--I'll kick his balls so hard--"
"Osamu!"
"Okay okay," he chuckles and holds out his hands in surrender, and you glower at him from your seat.
It's bad enough that Atsumu has constantly been wheedling some answers out of you. Adding Osamu to the mix is not something you want on your agenda. Ever since that night, you have been exchanging messages with the said PE Coach despite the growing anxiety about where this will all lead to. But in-between organizing events for your job, baking cakes and debating on whether to sign those darned papers, it's been a welcome distraction.
Okay, maybe more than a welcome distraction.
It's been...amazing.
Something to look forward to. Someone that seemed to understand you, your sense of humor, who doesn't judge and makes you smile no matter what mood you might be in. And somehow, it's hard for your heart to just close off when Kuroo is so insistent on making it melt into a puddle of goo.
Like that one time you were late to pick up Sakura from athletics practice for instance, having been taken up with a client on the other side of the city centre only to have rushed through traffic like a madwoman, arriving when the courtyard was practically empty. Panicked and more than a little worried about Sakura's whereabouts, you had found her at the entrance of the gymnasium, playing footsie with none other than Kuroo.
"Oh," Kuroo noticed you first, golden eyes lighting up just as your daughter's head turned towards the source of curiosity, "Mum!"
She'd dashed over and you'd cradled her in your arms, your heart finally able to resume its normal beating now that you knew she was safe and sound.
You'd looked up at Kuroo then, with his ball tucked under one arm as he casually strode over to you. The words felt pathetic and useless as they tumbled out of your mouth, "I'm --thank you, for staying with her."
"It's no problem," he stopped before you, a smile dancing across the curve of his lips, "it's a good excuse to see you, I suppose."
You blinked at him, "huh?"
And then the words hit you like a truck.
Your face colored so fast even Sakura took note, tilting her head up at you as her eyebrows furrowed in concern, "mum are you okay? You're all red--"
"Oh I'm fine, just--you know, the heat--" you were glad for that excuse. Your entire chest area felt on fire, "I--uhm--It's nice to see you too, I guess--Kuroo-sensei."
It was just impossible to miss the sparkle in Kuroo's eyes and you swore you could feel the warmth from him, like a cozy blanket on a cold night wrapping around you. That was before you'd quickly excused yourself and practically bolted.
Another time you'd been late in dropping Sakura off, having slept in and barely being able to shove a few bits of toast down your throat in hopes of beating the morning traffic. Kuroo, it seemed, had been assigned to morning duty that time, and as you'd rushed through the gates with Sakura in tow, you quickly bowed to him before ushering Sakura to her class.
"Go now," you pressed a quick kiss to your daugher's forehead, "I'll see you after school okay?"
"Yes mum," and Sakura had sauntered away as you watched, breathless and chest heaving, a piece of hair stuck to your lip.
"Everything okay, Kosuke-san?"
When you turned to see Kuroo, hands in the pockets of his basketball shorts and looking all too fine with his PE jersey draped over his broad shoulders like a runaway model, your eyes flitted away with embarrassment.
"Yeah," you nodded, "morning traffic is terrible."
"I bet," Kuroo's eyes flitted down and you followed, only to make a small sound of embarrassment as you spotted two different pairs of sneakers on your feet, "someone woke up late today."
You really want to hide. Maybe duck your head in a whole. Maybe ignore him—
But you can’t, and so you can just shuffle awkwardly like a penguin, “I—was trying out a new style.”
Lame. But what else could you say?
Kuroo’s laugh bought warmth to your cheeks and before you knew it, his fingers had come up to untangle the hair stuck to your face. He pushed it back behind your ear.
“Suits you,” his voice drops to a murmur.
Every single cell in your body had exploded and you’d quickly fumbled for an excuse before rushing into your car as far away as you possibly could.
You tried your best to push him to the back of your mind, for there were a million other things to take care of. Like the divorce papers for example, which had been glaring at you from your coffee table ever since the mailman had deposited it right outside your doorstep.
You were all for signing it, but every time you mustered up the courage to, Atsumu’s words rang like an echo inside your head:
Don’t do it unless you’re getting something out of it.
It keeps eating away at you, the mixture of guilt and remorse. Not to forget the fact that you’ve been adamantly staying away every time you see Aoi’s name flashing across your screen. That all comes to an end one Friday evening when he rolls up in his car to pick up Sakura for the weekend.
Your daughter, unaware of what’s going on, is quick to stick her face to the window, “papa!”
Her shriek makes you wince. Once, this name had made your heart warm.
Now, it just hurts.
“Hey,” Aoi lets himself in with practiced ease and you turn away to stuff the remaining items in Sakura’s bag, all so that you can avoid watching the scene because it hurts a little too much.
“Papa, I’ve been playing a loooot of volleyball recently!” Sakura’s jumping around like an excited pup, “—and I even scored a point once!”
“You?” You hear Aoi chuckle and zip up Sakura’s bag a bit too harshly, “you barely have the height to reach the net!”
“It’s not the actual net Papa!” Sakura scowls then, “it’s a children’s net! Papa, you really need to come pick me up more often. You’ll understand what it looks like then!”
“Yeah you’re right Kura, maybe I should.”
Ache and longing seep through your chest. You couldn’t help not listening in when they were right in front of you, but you did your best in blocking out your ex-husband’s voice as you wrap up the last of her belongings just as Sakura’s voice belts out in surprise:
“Kuroo-sensei?!”
Huh? Your head whips up so fast that you feel the ache of it at the back of your neck. Sakura meanwhile, jumps up and down in barely restrained excitement while pointing at the window, “mum! Mum did you see?! Kuroo-sensei is here!” She turns to look at you, “Why is he here mum?”
Sure enough, the said young man stands at the doorstep, hands in his pockets and leaning against the threshold in a manner that has your heart racing.
You scramble to your feet at the same time that Aoi straightens and swivels towards the door.
Surprise flits through Kuroo’s eyes, lasting a millisecond before he’s grinning and extending a friendly hand, “hey,” he directs it towards your ex-husband, “I’m Kuroo, Sakura’s PE coach.”
“Nice to meet you,” Aoi gives his hand a deft shake and you want nothing more than to disappear, “I’m Sakura’s father.”
“Yes, I see the ressemblance,” Kuroo smiles wanly just as the said child bounds straight into his arms, “Kuroo-sensei! What are you doing here?”
You ignore the way Aoi is drilling holes into your skull. Now is definitely not the time for explanations.
What kind of explanations do you owe him anyway? It's not like he's asked for your permission before he went and played love island with some kind of bimbo you barely knew existed.
“Hey munchkin!” Kuroo sweeps her up and she shrieks in delight before settling her back down, “I’m here for your mum today.”
He is? Your eyes widen, finding his own golden irises in a silent question that Kuroo only responds with a bashful grin.
“Really? Where are you taking mum? Can I come along?” Sakura, as clueless as ever, bounces up and down in delight.
You’re quick to intervene, “Sakura, you’re spending the weekend with Papa remember? He’s been waiting all week to spend some time with you.”
“Yeah, don’t you want some time alone with your dad, kiddo?” Aoi spreads his arms, “come on! Didn’t you want to go to the zoo?!”
Sakura gasps at that, her eyes going round, “we’re going to the zoo?!” She all but squeaks.
You can’t resist smiling at her reactions, leaning down towards her before tucking her hair behind her ear, “that’s what you wanted wasn’t it?”
But her chubby hand grabs onto yours, “are you coming?”
The words pierce you and you take a small inhale. Your eyes find Aoi’s from across the room and though you know it’s not his fault, you know this isn’t something he did just on a whim, your eyes say everything you cannot: you did this to us.
Instead, you’re forced to smile down at her, smoothing one hand over the back of her head, “it’s just going to be you and papa today alright Sakura? And then I’ll see you when you get back tomorrow.”
Her face falls and something twists in your gut, “okay,” her voice is small when she answers.
But you have no choice but to let her go, watching as her father grabbed onto her hand and walked out of the door. You can’t look at Kuroo’s face, knowing that there’s probably pity written all across his features. Definitely not something that you’d want if the situation were reversed.
You’re surprised he still hasn’t high-tailed it back to his car up until now. But maybe he’s just being polite.
“I’m sorry,” is the first thing that makes its way out of your mouth when you finally gather up the courage to face him.
Your eyes stay glued on a spot along his shirt, glad for his tall height as you continue muttering out, “it’s just a bad time, I didn’t know you were coming—“
“Actually I’m the one that should be sorry.”
Your eyes flit up to his, the gentleness in his voice throwing you off guard and what you find in those golden pupils make your heart flutter slightly.
Kuroo just gazes down at you with a small smile,looking a little sheepish, “I realize I just barged in when I wasn’t really welcome.”
“No—no, no! Not at all!” You lift your arms in a sign of surrender, “I’m curious though… why did you? Come, I mean. Is there—“ you hesitate slightly, “—is there something you need?”
“Well,” his smile blossomed into a grin. Pressing against the countertop, he leans forward towards you, “I wasn’t kidding when I said that I came by to see you.”
His words cause a blush to spread across your cheeks, “don’t—say things like that,” you stammer out, “people will misunderstand.”
“Misunderstand what exactly?”
“What we are, our relationship,” you let out a breath and shake your head, “anyway, it doesn’t matter. So? What’d you come here for?”
“Like I said,” his eyes are golden glimmers, sparkling with mischief, “I came to see you.”
“Surely it’s not just that,” you splutter.
“More specifically I came to hang out,” he continues, “I heard there’s this new italian place that just opened up a few streets down. Since you seem free, would you like to accompany me?”
“I—uhm—“ the request is so sporadic it sends your brain into a fuzzy cloud, thoughts scattering and making no sense as you try and piece together a reason as to why you cannot make it out.
Your subconscious is begging you to go, practically kneeling on both knees and jumping up and down in excitement. Your brain though, the logical part, is pulling her hair out at the atrocity of it all.
“Fine,” is what you blurt out. Before you even realize what you’ve said. But when Kuroo gives you that million-watt smile you think that maybe it’s all kind of worth it.
———
“No way, he wouldn’t do that—“
“Oh no, he did.” Kuroo snorts into his drink. Leaning back against the parisian chair in which he’s seated as he splays his legs out before him, you fold one leg over the over, all too aware of how physically close he is. If you moved your leg any further you’re certain to brush against his knee.
A delicious, yet terrifying thought.
Kuroo chatters on with the story about Atsumu being kicked out of the boy’s dorm, “when the manager finally found him, they made him do two-hundred pushups and thirty laps around the training grounds. Was a pretty worthy sight, if you ask me.”
“That sounds exactly like what Atsumu would do,” you can’t help but roll your eyes. Trust your cousin to go through all that incessant stuff just because he’d opened his big mouth.
“How come I’ve never seen you around before?” Kuroo leans back in his seat, golden eyes scanning your face as if trying to piece together his memories of whether he’d seen you or not, “you’re related to them. You should’ve popped up sometime in the picture.”
“I—“ a lump fills the back of your throat and you press your lips together, look away, “we weren't close as we were growing up. They were so--so overwhelming and I was a shy kid. Until Sakura came into the picture."
Kuroo's eyes are warm. Warmer as he keeps on gazing at you with a softness, with the kind of gentleness that makes your heart ache. He's not supposed to look at you like that. Most people will clear their throat at this point in the conversation, or turn their head away.
But he doesn't. He just keeps his eyes on you at all costs. Like you're the most important thing in this room.
You're not sure how to feel about that.
"But when they heard I was pregnant, Atsumu and Osamu were there practically every day," a small smile flickers across your face at the memories that resurface, "they took care of me a lot, especially since my parents were so angry."
You let out a small chuckle, but it's definitely far from funny. It sounds hollow even in the bustling restaurant.
Kuroo leans forward so that his arms rest atop the table, muscles bunching and tensing as he does so. Gorgeous, you think to yourself as he says, "you were alone during your pregnancy?"
"Not actually alone," the smile you show now his bitter, "I had Aoi. At the time he was a really good husband. We got married quickly, just civil, because our parents didn't approve of us keeping the baby. It was quite a shock for them. And I had my two cousins to help me out whenever Aoi wasn't there."
"That must've been hard."
"It wasn't that bad," you take a sip of your water, glad for the distraction.
Kuroo shifts, his knee brushing yours. The warmth sizzles up your leg and a knot forms in your chest. God, you really can't take this.
Almost out of impulse, you find yourself blurting out, "Kuroo-sensei, can I ask you something?"
He tilts his head to the side, a sign for you to go on.
"Why--" the words get clogged up in your throat, "why are you being nice to me?"
The last few words are said in a whisper, for fear of what he will say in return. You hide your hands in your lap to stop them from shaking, but it seems your leg takes on a life of its own as it starts jiggling up and down.
"Kosuke-san."
And that's when Kuroo's hand rests atop your knee. Barely there. Yet searing hot.
Your breath hitches.
You blink at him, heart racing.
He cracks a small, comforting smile. The kind of smile that is crooked at the corners and makes his eyes crinkle up, "you're not scared of me, are you?"
"No," you mumble out, "just scared of your answer."
You shouldn't be so comfortable with him touching you like that. It's gentle, barely there, feather light. It should be scandalous. You should be technically ripping his hand off because in any other normal setting this would count as perverse.
And yet.
Yet, his touch ignites heat that sears right through the material of your jeans. Your heart flutters at his touch and your leg freezes in mid-shake, unsure of whether to continue when his gaze makes you feel a multitude of things, things that you're not sure are good considering what happened in the past.
When Kuroo answers next, you almost swoon right out of your chair. His voice dips into a murmur, one so raw and throaty it turns your insides to mush:
"Because I think you deserve some kindness."
"So," your forehead creases as you attempt to decipher his words, "do you pity me, then?"
“No, well—maybe a little, at first,” he catches himself, cheeks suddenly blazing full pink under your gaze, “obviously, it’s hard not to sympathize when I see a single mother doing her best for her daughter.”
“Surely I’m not the only single mother in that entire school.”
“No, but you’re different,” Kuroo’s eyes fill with warmth, “and also, not all parents are as kind as you are."
"That's not really--"
“You’d be surprised,” Kuroo cuts you off with a raised brow, “don’t be so naive, Kosuke-san. People aren’t as nice as you might make them out to be,” his eyes lock on yours, “but you are.”
You look away and swallow thickly, “yeah— I suppose.”
His hand is still on your knee. One part of you wants to move away. The rational part screaming that this shouldn’t be appropriate at all. Yet another bigger part of you is squealing in delight in hopes that he never takes it off.
You don't know which part of your brain you wish to turn off and trample on until it's just an afterthought in your subconscious.
Thankfully, the waiter approaches and Kuroo's hand drops away from your skin. He insists on paying the bill despite your best efforts and even goes as far as to drive you back home in his beat-up truck.
"Thank you," you mumble as you spot your front door, void of any activity now that Sakura's at her father's. It's always like this; lonely nights, with thoughts of what-ifs trickling through the back of your brain like a never-ending stream of water that gets muddied the more time passes. You understand and are happy that she at least has a father who wants to be in her life. That's the least you could've asked for from your ex-- well, soon to be ex-husband once you sign that darned paper -- but it's the thought of the other woman that makes you sick in the stomach. Jealousy churns like an ache that spreads and knots and tightens. What if Sakura likes her stepmom better? What if the other woman gives her everything she wants, everything she needs without batting a single eyelid?
You're so caught up in your own head that you barely hear Kuroo's murmur, until he's calling out your name from the driver's seat.
You quickly spin your head towards his, a guilty smile curving across your lips, "sorry, I got lost in my head for a second," you chuckle in hopes that it will dissipate the sudden tension filling the vehicle, glancing out of your apartment complex and glad that, for once, there's a bit of light flickering in the corridors.
"Thanks for bringing me home," you tell him.
"Pleasure is all mine," Kuroo replies. His eyes are on you though, as if reading right through you.
So you quickly try to dispel his worry by saying, "I'm just going to go up and rest. It's been quite a day and--"
"Do you--" he hesitates, purses his lips in thought, "do you want me to hang out for a while? Until you're sleepy and kick me out."
You're not too certain what to do except gawk at him. Which he takes as a cue that you might've twisted his words in the wrong way. For he quickly adds in a scramble of words, "Not--Not like you're inviting me over or anything. Just--I mean, as a friend. I just--I could keep you company."
His words echo in the silence and something in your heart swells at the kind gesture. Kuroo says that you're kind, but he clearly doesn't see how much effort he does for you. And here he is, sitting there looking bashful and embarrassed about asking to keep you company. Your heart melts a little and you agree, showing him the way to the guest parking.
Just as a friend, you try to tell your heart, just as a friend. And nothing else.
-----
If someone had asked you, a few weeks ago, whether Kuroo was a fine catch. You'd probably answer yes and move on with your day.
But now, your life seems so entwined with his that you're not sure whether that's a good or a bad thing.
After your little outing a few weeks ago where he'd decided to keep you company in the dark hours until the very early morning, you'd seemed to have crossed a bridge that you cannot back-pedal no matter how hard you try. If you close your eyes, you can still imagine the vivid picture of the two of you; first at the kitchen table sharing a glass of wine as you kept babbling about random stories and tales from your childhood, before you'd finally landed on the couch playing a crazy game of Mario kart, courtesy of Aoi's mistake of having forgotten his Switch when he'd first decided to move out.
You'd never had so much fun in so long that you'd almost cried yourself to sleep that night, right after Kuroo had stumbled out of your flat. He'd blatantly refused your couch as guest room, saying that staying over would just be more of a hassle when he had early classes the next morning.
But that doesn't stop him from seeing you when he can. Nor you him. And it's become something of an addiction.
He drops by every week now whenever Sakura's gone to her father's place. These nights are spent playing scrabble, watching reruns of Harry Potter like the nerds you are, and holding conversations that run longer than you'd expect them to. It seems like routine for Kuroo to clock out around one in the morning and every time he does walk away and disappear down the corridor, something in your heart clenches at his absence.
The flat does feel a little too lonely once Kuroo's gone. But you'd never tell him that small fact.
Today he's come around a little earlier than usual, due to a special meeting between teachers and parents that the school had organised. He's busy playing house with Sakura while you're preparing the pizza base for your night in, something that you hadn't done since--well, ever since Aoi had moved out actually. But now, you're even humming to imaginary music and glancing at the living room couch where Kuroo is currently giving a full-on review about Sakura's imaginary cooking skills.
Your heart swells tenfold and you swear the sight makes you cry. It's what you crave for, it's what Aoi had done for you once, for your family. Before he'd decided that you weren't good enough and had moved on to someone else.
"--perfect combination of sweet and spicy. I think I'mma gives this Mac and cheese a perfect ten out of ten," Kuroo was saying just as the front door rang.
You went to open it, wiping your hands down the front of your jeans before unlocking the door.
The sight of Aoi always made your heart sink and your stomach churn.
But not today. Today, your heart barely acknowledges him and you think it's good progress. You even go as far as give him a smile, "hey Aoi."
"Hi Y/N," he keeps glancing behind your back and you're pretty certain why; it's the sight of Kuroo with his daughter, probably, that unnerves him.
Your suspicions are proved right when he mutters, "what's he doing here again?"
It's low, like a grumble, so that only you can hear it in this vicinity.
You straighten, "he's my friend. He's spending the evening with me today."
"Like he's been doing every week?"
"Yes," you raise a brow, prop a hand on your hip, "is that a problem?"
"I have one problem, yes," Aoi scowls back, "why is he spending time with our daughter like he deserves it?"
"Why is that a problem? Do you not let--what's her name again? Josie? Jodie? -- do you not let her play and spend time with Sakura?"
"It's Judy, and she's going to be my wife, Sakura's stepmother," Aoi hisses and you can't help but flinch, "don't you think you're just making it harder for Sakura? It's been bad enough with the divorce and everything--"
What? You chuckle and that ignites into a laugh so hollow and void of emotion that Aoi flinches, "excuse me?" the nerve of this man. Your voice hardens, "I'm the one making it harder for Sakura? Tell me Aoi, who's the one who left?"
"I left because I was unhappy--"
"So was I!" you suddenly spit out, anger rising through you. You don't care that Kuroo can hear you now. Well, you should care that Sakura's witnessing one of the many fights you will have with her father. But you can't take it. Not all this belittling.
Not when you're finally feeling something other than this overwhelming grief that plagues you and breaks you into tiny pieces every time you look at that fucking darned document.
Your knuckles shake so hard you have to tighten them into fists that you glue to your sides.
You continue, "I was unhappy and guess why? It was all because of you! Because you always had something--you barely spent time with us after Sakura was born and--and we barely talked! You didn't want to talk. Heck, you made sure to steer clear of me whenever we were in the same darned house," your voice rose with each sentence, the clench in your stomach finally unleashed after restraining it, holding it in for Sakura's sake.
"But I endured. I endured it, because we had a daughter. We had a child, and goddamn it I was responsible enough to think of her first, and not myself," you snarl, for once glad that Aoi seems at loss for words, almost panicked, "and--what? You're lecturing me about making it hard for her? About being selfish?" you snicker and spread your arms wide, "look around Aoi. You know who's responsible for this mess, and it's definitely not me."
The silence that follows your little monologue is so heavy and laden with emotion that nobody dares break it. Even Sakura has stopped talking, though you don't know what's happening behind your back, wanting to keep your eyes on that fucking bastard and end this, once and for all.
When Aoi does nothing to answer -- because what's he going to say when you're right?-- you swivel, go to retrieve the signed divorce papers atop your kitchen table you've been dutifully ignoring until now, and storm back to him.
"And here," you thrust the papers at him so suddenly he shrieks as he grapples with the folder, "you can take your damned divorce papers. I don't need them, and I don't need you."
And before Aoi can say anything else, you've slammed the door in his face.
Bang.
Silence.
You can hear a pin drop.
You're heaving, chest rattling with every breath, gaze fixated on the door.
Breathe in.
Breathe out.
It's the relief that sweeps in first, through the cracks of anger that slowly melt away.
And then, realisation that nothing will ever be the same.
Then, grief.
It hits you like a truck.
Everything you've worked for. Everything you had lost.
You're not sure when your body decides to crumple to the ground, just that there are warm arms to catch you this time before a soft baritone echoes through the side of your head, through your chest and making you want to cry.
Kuroo is talking, and somewhere in-between the lines of numbness and pain you make sense that he wants to take Sakura out for a bit, just enough time for you to recollect your thoughts. You're so lost in your own thoughts that he has to repeat a question twice for you to snap to attention.
"Do you want me to stay? Or do you want me to go? Up to you, anything that makes you happy."
Kuroo is babbling, but the fact that he even asks you for what you want, for once, makes your chest ache with terrible sweetness. You don't deserve him in any shape or form.
You nod, and Kuroo takes it as a good sign, for he prompts, "what do you want me to do Y/N?"
As if on impulse, his hand pushes stray hairs away from your face. The action is gentle, kind. Almost loving.
Almost.
"Take her out," you manage to mumble, "please, Kuroo. I--I don't want her to see me like this."
"Got it." And Kuroo's off, scooping up Sakura with a playful tone, distracting her from the mess that you are huddled over in the corner of the living room as he shoves his shoes on and strides out of the flat so that all is left is you, the echo of silence that remains, and the feelings lying in the pit of your stomach.
-----
It's some time later that you hear the lock twisting in the door. You've managed to pull yourself together by then, finishing up the pizzas so that they're warm and fresh out of the oven. Sakura's footsteps echo against the wooden floor as she runs over to you.
"Mum!"
You force a smile. It comes a little easier when you see your daughter so excited, "hello, you," you coo. She slams her entire body right into your mid-section and your arm wraps around her, "how was the walk with Kuroo-sensei?"
"We saw ducks! And--And Kuroo-sensei let me play on the swings. He even pushed me so that I went up high!" Sakura's chubby finger pointed towards the ceiling to show just how high it was, and you chuckled before hugging her close. Feeling the warmth of her small body against yours is something you'll never really get over. It's like she fits and moulds right into the crevices of your broken parts to make them whole again.
Your eyes travel over to the said young man in question who's been responsible for so much of her happiness, and you soften, "thank you," you mouth to him over the kitchen counter.
He shakes his head and sends you a smile. It melts your insides, warming your tummy and instantly causing your cheeks to flush bright red.
You look away with a sharp swallow, "I've made something that looks like dinner," you propose tentatively, "if you'd like to stay."
You don't look at him as he strides over, big steps closing the gap between the front door and the dining table. He shrugs off his coat in the process, "I'm always in for food."
It would be stupid of you to think that such a normal dinner routine might make Kuroo forget all about what happened a little earlier. But it's the way his eyes search your face when he thinks you're not looking, the way the concern swims in his entire demeanour, like he's not sure whether he can completely relax yet.
Part of you is more than horrified by this turn of events. You don't want Sakura's sports coach thinking you're an unsuitable parent, nor do you want him to know about your personal matters considering he's a bit too close to home. It's embarrassing and humiliating and every time you meet his eyes by accident across the table you make sure to look away as quickly as you can.
The other, more selfish part of you, though, is suddenly relishing in the warmth that Kuroo's presence brings to the flat. And you can't help but crave for more, despite knowing this is not what's best for you and your little girl.
After all, even if Kuroo did think of you that way -- which he doesn't by the way -- he'd be tied down with a liability that's too hard to bear when it's not your own child.
Cleaning up after dinnertime in silence, Kuroo volunteers to take charge so that you can put Sakura to bed. You send him an apologetic smile, quickly going through the bedtime motions with your daughter before you can tuck her into bed.
"Mum," Sakura's voice is merely above a whisper as she cuddles into her blanket. The sight is so cute, it makes your heart swell and you resist the urge to coo, "Are you okay Mum?"
You pause, hiss in a breath.
What are you supposed to tell her?
What exactly are you supposed to say?
You manage to choke out a soft, "I'm alright."
"Is Papa okay?"
"Yes," your heart breaks a little more. You barely manage to murmur, "yes he's okay sweetie. Just--It's been a hard time."
"Why Mum?"
You don't know what to say, so you opt for pushing her hair away from her face, "well, sometimes adults face difficult decisions. And those decisions ...they hurt us. Sometimes."
"Did Papa hurt you today?"
Tears well at the corner of your eyes but you refuse to sniff, refuse to show her that you're as battered and beaten as what your heart says.
"No sweetie, he didn't--he would never hurt me, or you. Because he's your Papa and he--he loves you very much."
"Does he really?"
"Yes," you wrap your arms around her in a hug, hoping that this will dissipate all her queries, all her suspicions of her father, "yes he does. He really does love you. A lot."
From the depths of your arms, you hear your daughter's soft echo of, "okay."
It takes more than just a few minutes for Sakura to doze off. But you tuck her in gently when she does, rearranging the blankets around her frame before slowly backing out of the room. You find Kuroo still at the kitchen sink with your supposed apron around his waist, and the sight of him -- so domestic, like he's been living here all along -- makes you want to cry all over again.
"She's asleep?" Kuroo's voice causes your shoulders to jump. You nod and walk over to where he stands, taking note of the amount of dishes left.
"Thank you," you gesture towards the squeaky clean plates hanging off to dry, "it's all good now, I'll take over--"
Kuroo throws you a look and tuts, "sit down. I'm gonna make us some tea."
"But--"
"Kosuke-san," the dip between his brows deepen, "go sit down."
It's non-arguable and you let out a soft sigh of defeat as you pad over to the couch, grumbling something incoherent under your breath. Does he have to be so perfect at everything? It's almost like living in a fairytale dream.
Or is he just being nice because he wants something out of you?
A shudder suddenly makes its way up your spine and you shake your head, ridding yourself of all negative thoughts. No, he won't do that, your brain chides, he's not like that.
He's not like Aoi.
"Here."
You look up to find none other than the said man settling down beside you, nudging a cup of what seems to be hot water into your hands.
"Sorry," he mumbles, "I couldn't quite find your tea. Your place is a bit like a labyrinth."
"Yeah that's what happens when you have a toddler," you grimace, "but thank you. I do appreciate--" you hesitate, a small smile flickering across your lips, "hot water."
Kuroo chuckles, "right? It was made with love."
You sip on your hot water as a comfortable silence settles over you, with only the hum of the fridge and distant cars from afar filling the room. The weight of all your troubles are finally getting to you, making your body sluggish as it succumbs to the comforts of your pillows.
"Kuroo sensei," you bite down onto your lower lip, before your eyes flutter up to his face to find that he's already been looking at you, "I--"
"It's Kuroo," he interrupts, "we're friends, right?"
You try to bite back your smile, "yeah. I suppose," your head dips back down to your lap, "I just--I wanted to say thank you. For everything. But...especially for today."
"Kosuke-san, I think it's fair enough to say that you were having a hard time," Kuroo answered, "I just did what I thought was right. And--also, not to be that person, but he didn't have to do it in front of his daughter."
"Yeah you're right," you sigh, "well, that's Aoi for you. Selfish, self-centred, always wants what's best for himself."
There's a moment for the words to digest in the air. You sip on your hot drink, not wanting to meet Kuroo's eyes for fear of what you'll find there.
If you had any doubts about Kuroo questioning his interest for you, that had to be long gone by now. Nobody in the world wanted someone who already had baggage, and a physical baggage that would forever be a reminder of your past.
The truth hurts. It punches you straight in the gut.
You suck in a sharp breath, loathing yourself for even thinking about it. For even entertaining the idea.
But then, Kuroo asks you a question. One that instantly breaks down your walls no matter how much you fight it.
"Are you alright?"
You can't help it.
You break.
It's as if all tears once bottled up are suddenly let loose. Pressing your hands up to your face to muffle your cries, you feel Kuroo's arms wound around you again, pulling you insistently to his chest despite your best tries at resisting. But he's warm and for once in your life you don't feel like fighting, which is how you find yourself sobbing into his shirt, hands gripping it tight like he might disappear at any given moment.
All that time, Kuroo merely lets you cry, one hand smoothing over the back of your head while he presses his cheek against your temple.
"Shh," he keeps murmuring into the shell of your ear, "it's okay. It's going to be okay."
Some time later finds you in his arms, practically cuddled up to his chest and your cries reduced to mere sniffles. Kuroo has leaned back onto the couch so that you're resting against him, soft curves pressed to his firm ridges and hands absentmindedly running through your hair in a way that makes your eyes flutter with the heaviness of sleep.
It's comfortable. Too comfortable you might just fall asleep here.
Kuroo dares to peek at your face, noticing that you're staring off into space.
Your phone suddenly buzzes from your pocket, startling you out of whatever daydream you'd concocted. Quickly fishing it out of your pant pocket, you unlock the screen only to find Atsumu's message.
Atsumu: I suppose you're with Mr. Hotshot? Any chance of getting laid tonight? ;)
Your face colours right when you feel Kuroo's chest vibrate with a laugh.
You quickly whip the phone away from his view, "y--you're not supposed to read other people's texts!"
Your heart is practically cartwheeling at this point and you swear you feel sweat dot your hairline as Kuroo throws his head back with even more laughter.
You scowl at him, "what's so funny?!"
"Nothing, oh--god, nothing at all," he can't seem to control himself, shaking his head with a grin so wide it makes the sight adorable for some unknown godforsaken reason. He runs a hand over his face, trying and failing to calm down, "I just--oh man Atsumu. Do tell me more."
"Like I said, it's rude to read other people's texts," you snap.
"Oh I'm sorry, you opened it in front of my face though," Kuroo's grin is so wide that it frustrates you to no end. But before you can shove him away, his hold tightens as he pins you closer.
Your eyes widen, fluttering up to meet his golden brown pupils in surprise. He's warm, and firm, and just about as delicious as you had imagined. It makes your stomach knot, makes you slightly dizzy as you get a whiff of his deodorant--something musky, something that smells just like him.
When he speaks next, his voice has dropped two octaves.
"So how long were you going to keep it a secret from me?"
His murmur sends a chill up your spine. Your hands, not knowing what should be done with them, curl along his shirt.
Your eyes find a blank spot in the middle of his chest, "it's...not a secret. It's just a--a joke. Of some sort."
"A joke?" his smirk widens, "well share it with me too."
"It's none of your business."
"Pretty sure you made it my business by opening it in front of me."
Oh god. You can't even stop your heart from beating so loudly it's like a hummingbird. You're pretty certain Kuroo can hear it. "I--uhm--"
Your brain tries to scramble for words. But it's impossible. Not when he's so close. Definitely not when he's looking at you like that. With those eyes.
"Something tells me you've been holding out on me."
"Not at all."
You're still very adamant on averting your eyes. But his hand finds your chin, tilting it up until you have no choice but to look straight into those beautiful swirls of golden shimmering with amusement and what seems to be -- tenderness? Affection?
"Tell me," his murmur is raw, throaty. Like warm, melted chocolate.
You take a soft breath. Your chest constricts. It's impossible to breathe.
"Atsumu," you start in a shaky whisper, "he thinks--" you swallow, "he thinks that we might have... a--a thing."
"A thing?" his arm laced around your middle tightens slightly, "what makes him think we might have a thing?"
"Well I don't know, I--' god, is this supposed to be this hard? To admit that you have a small crush? You suck in air in-between your teeth as you bite the inside of your cheek, turn your head away, "I guess I talk a lot about you."
He hums in reply, "I like the sound of that."
And with another tug at your chin your eyes have no choice but to lock on his. There's a softness there in those beautiful pupils flecked with long, drawn out eyelashes.
""The sound of what?" you blink.
"Us having a thing," Kuroo's hand seems to find it fun to caress up and down your hipbone. His touch is searingly warm against your skin, "you talking about me, you blushing because of it."
"Well don't be so full of yourself," You huff out, "you're a good friend, and I'm grateful--"
"Y/N."
Woah.
You've never imagined the sound of your name falling from his lips. But here it is, laced with some kind of attentiveness, with some sort of affection that makes you weak at the knees and causes warmth to drip to your lower belly.
Your lips part. But you find you can't seem to formulate words. He continues, "I like you, not just as a friend. I think you're brave, incredibly kind, smart--"
"What are you doing?"
"Huh?" Kuroo frowns, "I--What does it look like I'm doing?"
"I don't know," you're starting to panic, pulling away slightly in the process, "that's what I'm asking you."
"Well I--" a small chuckle echoes past his lips, "I guess what I'm trying to do is ask you out."
"Oh." the words take a few seconds to register in your brain.
Oh.
"Oh." you repeat like an idiot. Oh shit.
He's actually serious.
Oh shit.
Oh fuck.
"Uhm--" your throat has suddenly gone so dry that nothing seems to come out of It no matter how hard you try.
Kuroo just lets out a small laugh before his hand goes up to push a few stray hairs out of your face, "cat got your tongue?"
"Kuroo-sens--I mean, Kuroo--" you try to stutter out through the butterflies rippling through your chest at his gentle action, "It's not that simple, I--I have a daughter. It's a responsibility. A liability. And I'm no casual dater, I'm more of a long-term relationship type of girl."
"And?"
"And there's absolutely no reason for you to like me other than as a friend, because I have baggage. I'm not a single woman, I'm on the brink of a divorce and I have a four--almost five year old -- always running around," you realise you're babbling but it's impossible not to, especially not with him looking at you like that, "trust me, that's probably the last thing you want--"
"When I say I like you," Kuroo murmurs, "I mean all of you. And that includes Sakura."
"You don't mean that, until you actually experience--"
"I do mean it."
You shake your head, "Kuroo I--"
"Can I just take you out?" There's a slight note of desperation in his tone. In a smooth motion, the hand twined around your waist slips up to your hand, thumb drawing soft circles over your wrists as his eyes pin you down with an intensity that makes you want to squirm, "just one date. That's all I ask."
Your immediate response is no. Because why would you? You're literally just getting out of a relationship. The last thing that you want is another of these holes that you'll take months to recover from. And what if Kuroo decides you're not what he wants after all? He's younger than you, dashingly handsome, and can get whoever he wants in this entire world.
So why you?
But as soon as you open your mouth to tell him no, your thoughts fly back to this afternoon; the way he'd cared for Sakura when you were having a mental breakdown, the way he'd cradled you in his arms like you were fragile porcelain, the way he hadn't hesitated the moment you'd asked for help.
Even back then, Aoi hadn't taken charge this way. Aoi hadn't even bothered. And so you'd gotten used to not asking. To do things all by yourself.
Looking back into those golden-hued eyes makes you hopeful. And that's the worst thing that can happen to you, hope. But still, it's impossible to say no when Kuroo's gazing down at you so fondly. Like you're the only thing holding his world together. like he'd do anything to be with you.
So you say yes.
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Angel Baby

Too Young Masterlist Summary: Louis and YN welcome their second baby, and Arthur becomes a big brother.
warning: childbirth, labour, birth, hospital
9th of September 2024
If Louis was glad he made any decision in life, he was thankful that he decided to come straight home from the festival in Munich. He had managed to sleep for a little bit on the flight home but he couldn’t wait to get into bed next to YN and wake up with Arthur in the morning.
Spotting Harry’s car on the driveway wasn’t unusual because he would often stay with YN and Arthur when Louis was away. Opening the front door, Louis was trying to open the door as quietly as possible, not wanting to disturb anyone.
The dim light that was on in the living room caught Louis eye. But what surprised him was YN and Harry wide awake. YN was sat on the birthing ball and Harry on the edge of the sofa.
“Hey! Is everything alright?”. Louis walked further into the room, walking closer to YN as he placed a peck to her forehead, aware Harry was in the room.
“I’m having contractions but worry pants over here”. YN signaled towards Harry with her thumb. “Thinks I’m about to give birth within the next five minutes the way he’s been frantically phoning everyone”.
“M’sorry for being worried about my sister”. Harry joked as he looked to Louis for some back up.
“To be fair love, Harry was only looking after you”. Louis kneeled down in front of YN as she still sat on the large grey ball. “How painful are they?”.
YN knew he was referring to the contractions, as he gently rubbed his hand over her thigh. “They’re manageable at the moment”.
“Well we’ll keep timing them and let the hospital know when you need to go in”. Louis smiled up at YN who shared the same look. “We’re having a baby!”.
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Within two hours, the contraction had become quite intense. YN felt her tummy tighten as the pain spread from her bump around to her back.
“Birth scares me”. Harry voiced as he watched his sister cling to Louis. Her arms were wrapped around his neck and her head burned into his shoulder as she breathed through the pain.
“Keep breathing through it babe…you’re doing amazing”. Louis rubbed her back and kissed the side of her head.
As the contraction ended YN sat back up straight as she took a rest in between. Knowing another one could hit her at any point. “I’m sure I said that you could give birth this time”.
Louis chuckled as he remembered the conversation during Arthur’s birth. “You did…but I didn’t think there would be a next time then…and also I don’t have the right body parts”.
“I forgot how painful this was”. YN held onto Louis’ hand as she prepared for the next one.
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“I can’t do this…I can’t do this”. YN repeated as she sat on the edge of the sofa, Harry now being the victim of the famous hand squeeze.
“You can…you did it once and you’re going to make Arthur so proud when he finds out you’ve given him everything he’s ever wanted”. Harry encouraged, knowing mentioning Arthur would help.
“I can feel another one”. YN tensed up as she anticipated the pain. Her eyes closed tight as she dreamed about when she would have gas and air at the hospital.
Louis appeared with a bottle of water just in time as he cringed at how tight YN was squeezing her brothers hand.
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Harry stayed at the house to look after Arthur, whilst YN and Louis were at the hospital. Anne was on her way but this was the downside of living so far away from her Mum.
Like she had done many years ago, YN kept the gas and air nozzle securely in her hand sucking on it probably more than she needed to.
“Do you have any children already? Or is this your first?”. The midwife asked as she sat in the room wi the couple.
“We have a little boy, Arthur…he’s nine”. Louis couldn’t hide his smile as he spoke about their son, and showed her a quick photo of him.
The midwife’s eyes widened. “Waw! He’s the image of you…perhaps this one will look like Mummy”.
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YN was laying on the bed, the nozzle still attached to her hand. Louis was moving the hair out of her face as she now had a layer of sweat covering her forehead.
“YN I’m so sorry my darling…but we’re going to have to break your waters because your contraction are starting to slow down”. The midwife’s voice was full of sympathy, knowing how painful it could be.
With the tool in her hand ready, YN held onto Louis tightly. “You’re so strong and I’m so proud of you”.
The pain was something YN hadn’t felt before. “AHHH!”. She cried out in pain as she felt the water burst from her.
“You were amazing darling…keep sucking that gas and air for me”. The midwife gave an encouraging smile.
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The contraction become more frequent and YN could not keep still as she moved from different positions. If she was not bouncing on the ball, she was sat in the chair next to the bed. If she was not in the birthing pool, she was clinging onto Louis, hoping it would ease the pressure.
As Louis massaged the bottom of YN’s back, getting a sense of deja vu, he felt her tense up more than she had been.
“Babe? You alright?”. He swallowed thickly, as YN froze.
“I think…I think I can feel the baby”. At the words, the midwife shot up from her seat and quickly glanced under YN’s gown.
“Lie down on the bed for me…baby’s head is crowning”. The midwife moved around the room quickly gathering everything she needed.
YN laid down like she was told, her legs up in the correct position, trying to relax as she was about to meet her baby.
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“Baby’s head is out…and I think in about three to four pushes, you’re going to be cuddling your little baby”. The midwife spoke from her position at the end of the hospital bed.
Louis quickly glanced down and could see his baby’s head. Seeing his babies be born was something he found breathtaking and he was in absolute awe of YN for doing it.
YN found strength within and began to push. She repeated the action over and over. Louis was by her side as he waited for the sound to fill the room.
And the sound of a newborn cry finally filled the room, as tears ran down Louis and YN’s cheeks when the little one was placed on YN’s chest.
“I’m so proud of you…and I love you so much”. Louis left several kisses on YN’s head before the final one on her lips.
“I couldn’t have done it without you…I love you”. YN’s voice was tired but the adrenaline was pumping through her.
“Mummy and Daddy love you little one”. YN gently kissed the newborns head.
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YN couldn’t decide who was more excited as Arthur, Harry and her Mum walked through the hospital room door.
Arthur ran straight to his Mum, who was laid underneath a blanket. “I’ve missed you my boy”. She wrapped her arms around him.
“I’ve missed you too Mum…I’ve been nagging Uncle Harry to come and see you”. Arthur held onto his mother for longer.
Harry and Anne hugged YN and congratulated her and Louis on the birth of their baby. The room was full of happiness and smiles as they looked at the little baby in Louis’ arms.
“Hey lad…do you want to have your first big brother cuddle?”. Louis felt his heart melt as Arthur eagerly nodded and ran over to his father’s side.
Arthur sat in the chair, waiting for Louis to place the newborn into his arms. The minute Louis placed the baby into Arthur’s hands, the four adults all shared a loving look, and wiped the tears away from their cheeks.
“Hi baby…I’m Arthur, your big brother”. Louis and YN shared a look as they knew this was the right time to share the news.
“And this is Elsie…your little sister”.
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