#kuroo tetsurō smau

[19calicos]

i know where to look — kuroo tetsurō ˎˊ˗

⋆ ˚｡⋆ ✴︎ to be loved is to be known. ⋆⋆⋆

— on kuroo’s 2am walk home from a late night study session, yn and their skateboard crash right into his head heart.

status: in progress!

content: university au, meet-hurt LMFAOOO, slowburn, toothrotting fluff, some angst, gn skater! yn with they/them prns, whipped lovesick dork! kuroo, ooc writing sorry, ignore time stamps, this fic is self indulgent

warnings: language, bad grammar, injuries from skating, ooc writing sorry, weed + cigs + alc, self sabotage, descriptions of social anxiety, overthinking, usage of kms and kys, trust issues, yn's parents divorcing is mentioned, yn is so avoidant and in denial im sorry

tags are added as story progresses, please check individual chapters for cw.

disclaimer lol i’m not a fan of tv girl at all sorry but just hearing the “you know where to find me and i know where to look” snippet is so soft and sweet to me cuz to be loved is to be known (ty twitter) so here i am w this kuroo smau 🗣️

( 𖦹 ) denotes written content!

the cast: skater cat fan club + stupid bitch syndrome havers

table of contents:

1 ⊹ call an ambulance! ( 𖦹 )

2 ⊹ build something up

3 ⊹ literally everywhere…

4 ⊹ a cat named ube ( 𖦹 )

5 ⊹ helmet hair

6 ⊹ clocked

7 ⊹ tech deck master

8 ⊹ shadow the hedgehog

9 ⊹ happy community day! ( 𖦹 )

10 ⊹ exposure therapy + delusion

11 ⊹ a hundred not-dates ( 𖦹 )

12 ⊹ who wont slime

13 ⊹ on the kitchen floor ( 𖦹 )

14 ⊹ (it was tails)

15 ⊹ so in hindsight

16 ⊹ under familiar lights ( 𖦹 )

17 ⊹ tba

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extra: moodboard | everyone’s decks | yn style guide

[clawsdevour]

untied

wc: 0.3k content warning: post-timeskip, established relationship, kuroo x reader, fluff, not proofread

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Waking up, he warm embrace that was wrapped around you was gone. Coming to your consciousness from dozing off last night, you hear frantic rustinling noises in the back. ‘It must be Tetsu waking up late for work again..’ you thought at the back of your head, eyelids too heavy to lift up.

Rolling your back onto the direction the sounds are coming from, you just so manage to see a dark silhouette of his tall and lean figure. His fingers scurried to button up his dress shirt for work, occasionally slipping up from his inconsistent pace he toiled at.

Watching him get ready made you stress out a bit while you started to move your limp body from out of the sheets, exhaustedly sitting on your side of the bed. 

His cat-like hazel eyes turnt to look back at your tangled hair and adorable face, half asleep. A subtle smile spreading onto the corners of his mouth as his whole body faced you. He’s having trouble with his tie as he leaned downwards to press his soft lips on your forehead.

“Sorry did I wake you up?” his raspy morning voice lowly whispered.

Softly saying ‘no,’ you avert your attention to his bunched up tie that he messed up despite him trying to perfect his on the go work look, followed by a small giggle escaping your lips you were able to muster up.

“Shit.. I gotta retie it” Kuroo mumbled, undoing his tie to correct it.

“Don’t,” caressing his warm hands that worked with great haste.

Taking his hands off his neckwear, you leisurely unknotted it as he observed your sleepy eyes that focused on him. Just when you freed Kuroo from his neckwear and started to wrap the top with the bottom part, his large hands stopped you.

“Jeez.. What’s the point if I’m already late?” lowering your hands to kiss your lips he yearned for.

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[tkuro0]

EVERYTHING IS ROMANTIC ; Kuroo Tetsurou ˚Ꮺ

ꨄ divorced parents ; too pragmatic ; loves his friends ; "everything i let go of has claw marks on it" ; wanted to do chemistry ; type of guy that doesn't need to study ; caffeine central ; is doing about thirty things at a time ; always active ; chronic leg bouncer ; shitty puns ; extremely clean ; buys two pairs of shoes and runs them into the ground ; still fashionable ; if Guys by the 1975 was a person ; slow kisses ; always pressing you tightly against him ; sneaked kisses on the metro ; ordering two different things to share ; messy notes ; shirtless the second he's in the house ; always has an arm or a leg on you as you sleep ; lounging at Kenma's ; hair in his eyes ; at home haircuts ; basically eats your strawberry gloss ; bouncing ideas off of each other ; neck kisses that trail up to your lips ;

[satantica]

haikyu boys fighting your insecurity of being annoying pt.2

characters: kuroo tetsurou, suna rintarou, sugawara koushi

[lonigiri]

MODEL

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[dark-night-hero]

Imagine being Kuroo Tetsurou's significant other. (twt ver)

[ⓒdark-night-hero] 2022°

[haikyuu-text-imagines]

[taeyamayang]

GREETING YOU ON YOUR BIRTHDAY

ㅡkuroo, atsumu, bokuto, tsukki, hinata, & oikawa

a/n: this is a special post for my friend @bokutetsumu who has been an awesome companion to me! (although this can be enjoyed by anyone, the first three hq characters were selected in favor of my buddy)

a/n to @bokutetsumu : happy birthday!! what's a better way to celebrate your birthday than to celebrate it with your 2d men (literally gave you a harem) so i hope you like this gift!! you've come a long way and i'm really proud of you for pursuing what you love. i'll be here if you need someone to scream about 2d men, a coop buddy on genshin, or a friend. i may be busy sometimes but i want you to know how dear you are to me :) i'm always willing to lend a shoulder to cry on or an ear to listen. so, cheers to you on your birthday! may the gods of olympus bless you a lucky and healthy year ahead ♡ love you, bro! ♡ GOODLUCK ON 3.3 PULLS GSNSHSVSNS

ㅡkuroo, atsumu, bokuto

ㅡtsukki, shoyo, tooru

happy birthday again, my bro!! (☞°ヮ°)☞ ☜(°ヮ°☜)

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[haikyuuwaifu]

FEEL MY LOVE

Genre: humor, fluff

Warnings: swearing, mentions of violence, mentions of arson

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Revenge at its finest

-Daishou and Akane will both be getting what they deserve. Y/n’s friends are vicious and even though she agrees with the majority, she knows Kuroo just wants to put everything behind him. Atsumu’s first time was terribly embarrassing. The only people who know about it are Atsumu, the person he had sex with, Osamu, Suna because that’s his man and now Y/n. 

-Kuroo has been wanting to take Y/n away since before the Halloween party. With all the drama  and dealing with his past, he’s just ready to take a small weekend getaway where he can get it. Kuroo isn’t thinking about his virginity on this trip. He’s of the belief that if it was meant to happen it would happen naturally. He knows Y/n will take care of him and he knows that it will be special WHEN it happens. 

-Kuroo is the sweetest, most selfless boyfriend Y/n’s ever had and she’s going to suck his dick multiple times over the weekend. She’s going to do other things as well (wink, wonk); but she also feels honored that he’s ready to have sex with her. She’s not going to pressure him, but you can bet our girl packed her best ;)

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[ugh-tsumu]

POV: Kuya mo ang jowa ko (Kuroo)

[19calicos]

i know where to look – kuroo tetsurō ˎˊ˗

✶⋆.˚ chapter sixteen: under familiar lights ( 𖦹 )

currently playing: the two of us by omar apollo

word count: 2.3k

cw: language, usage of "die," vulnerable conversation lol, yn mentions their parents divorcing

kuroo has had too much time to think in the past four days, and it's all he can do to cram his head with documentaries of rainforests and hammerhead sharks and hummingbirds to keep his feelings from festering.

he's refused to let himself fall into a deep spiral of overthinking and second-guessing, of over-analyzing and pondering, but in doing so, he put himself in a limbo. really, all the radio silence has made him start to wonder if they even cared for him at all all, even though he knows with his head and his heart that isn't the case, that every shared moment between them was real.

kuroo doesn't want to think about how four days of silence, of nothing, of being left with his fears of messing everything up has made him feel so terrible, when all the time he's spent in their vicinity has made him feel so warm and whole and like he's himself at his best.

the uncertainty of being kept at a distance made kuroo feel small. it's a foreign, unpleasant feeling, so unlike himself – he's not sure when the last time he's felt this way was. and while the feeling has grown bigger in his chest in the past days, clawing at kuroo from the inside out, it's made him feel smaller, betrayed even. he thought he knew them, at least enough to not be ghosted like this.

so when kuroo got their text two hours ago, the notification reflected in his pupils, he may as well have thrown up. wide eyes become a scrunched nose, furrowed eyebrows, and a hitch in his throat after his third reread of their message asking him to talk.

all he's wanted to do was talk this entire time, but the way he’d been been ignored kept him from reaching out first. the pang of hurt in his chest when they made eye contact with him at the diner and immediately looked away was still fresh and tender, and kuroo was sure that the smallest thing gone wrong would make him feel like he's bleeding out.

he rubs his eyes. he rises from the couch. he rereads the texts between him and them again, then rereads the texts from the groupchat with his friends. he downs the water that bokuto put out for him an hour ago when he dropped everything to be by kuroo's side and dissect their texts with him. he swallows the lump down his throat, he ignores how it's instantly replaced by a knot in his stomach. he takes a big, deep breath, shoulders and all.

kuroo grabs his jacket off the coat rack and his board from the corner of the little foyer.

"you're heading out already?" kenma asks from behind, just around the corner of the little entry way.

bokuto peeks his head out from the opposite side of kenma. "you've got like, an hour before eight, dude."

"i think i wanna clear my head. i'm just gonna skate around somewhere," kuroo replies without turning around.

kenma and bokuto look at each other. kuroo sees their shared look over his shoulder, but he's not quite exactly sure what their faces are saying, or what the two are thinking. honestly, he doesn't know what anyone around him is thinking these days, not even himself – and especially not them.

"mkay, text if you need anything," kenma offers.

kuroo hums in response. he shuts the door behind him.

it's seven and they're already at the math building's parking lot. an hour passed by already, and there's still another hour to go of leg bouncing, sweaty palms, and rehearsing things to say in their head.

it would have been the same if they waited at home for eight o'clock like a normal person instead of showing up two hours early. but something about being in the same room where they laid themselves out to their best friends, brainstorming about how they were going to make their heart transparent for kuroo made them the fidgety type of anxious. the more they thought about it, the more stuffy the living room got, so it was all they could do to tug on a sweater and run outside with nothing but their skateboard and their earbuds.

the crisp sunset air did little to settle the thumps in their chest and the thrumming in their ears, though. the stupid anti-anxiety frequencies they were playing on repeat weren't doing shit, and they're not sure if it's because it's a scam or because they're not open-minded enough to it. they decide the question will remain unanswered when they hit shuffle on some other soothing playlist.

shaky fingers scroll through a lengthy notes app list of bullet points, ridden with typos and full of incoherency. they'd prefer if they could hash out everything with kuroo over text like they did earlier in the day with suna and the rest, but they knew that kuroo deserved better than that. he deserves better than them, really, but they wanted to talk in person about the past four days out loud.

something about kuroo just makes them want to try anything for him. so here they are, trying to string together their thoughts so they could make sense when they apologize and try to explain themselves.

"hey," a familiar voice calls from above them, and the first thing they notice is how quiet it was. the suddenness makes them almost drop their phone – it had been so still before in the empty space of the parking lot, the only ambience coming from passing cars and students some distance away.

their head snaps up to him, gaze flickering to his hand holding his board, to the jacket he's wearing that they know is his favorite, anywhere but his golden eyes. they barely manage to stutter out a "hey" back.

fuck.

they knew it was kuroo the moment they heard his voice, and they realize that even if he is an hour early, no amount of preparation would have made them feel ready at all for this.

"um, i didn't expect you to be here already," kuroo says as he sits on his board next to them.

the space between them is uncomfortable. even if he's only sitting a foot away on their right, he seemed so far away. their flight instinct begs them to turn tail and run, to try again another day. but they know they shouldn't – if there's anything they can learn from their mistake of seeing kuroo and ignoring him right after, it's that they have to stay and see this through.

"i'm sorry," they blurt out, scared that if kuroo speaks first they'll lose any willpower they have to be here. his stare burns into them, they can feel it, but they're not strong enough to look back at him. they keep their gaze on the pavement in front of them.

kuroo is wide-eyed when he looks at them, head snapping their direction in the blink of an eye. "wait –"

"no. no, i'm really sorry. i shouldn't have left you hanging like that for the past while when there were things we needed to talk about."

the space between them is still uncomfortable. they knew that the weight of it wouldn't dissipate with a snap of their fingers, but it's one thing to know it and another thing to experience it. it makes them feel like they've forgotten how to breathe.

"fucking hell," they exhale shakily, nerves crawling all over them. "i'm sorry – i've just, um, i've been like, really vulnerable today and it's a lot." another swallow. "not an excuse, i promise – just telling you that. sorry."

kuroo almost reaches out to them. but he understands the space they need, and that they're chasing their momentum to speak, so he only nods instead. "it's okay. don't worry about that, i get it."

"um, i've been thinking about it, and i think that when my parents got divorced when i was little, it kind of made me believe that love isn't real, and other stuff that happened really solidified that belief – ah, well, at least for me. i think love is very real between my friends and their partners," they continue, talking with their hands, tentative and unsure. "i... don't really trust people to love me and stuff. i don't know how to put it exactly. i just didn't think that this part of me would ever end up hurting someone like this though, especially you."

they pause before going on. they can't stand to see how he might be looking at them, not when this just might be the scariest moment of their life, baring themselves to kuroo. "you're so sweet to me, and i really like you a lot. and it freaked me out because i couldn't believe that, and i kept running away from those feelings and getting in my head and i let it build up too much and i hurt you in the process. and i'm really, really sorry."

kuroo’s head spins from connecting the dots.

“i remember how you kept insisting that i don't love you and everything. the things you said about how you can't love me back right, how i'm too good for you, that you love me too, all of it,” he slowly says in tandem with his real time processing. "when we were drunk, i mean. and none of the bad stuff is true."

they wince with embarrassment and purse their lips at that. "yeah... i just, i've been reflecting a lot and thought i should come clean and tell you these things."

the silence grows heavier, and the sun is almost gone. they wipe their sweaty palms on their jeans again, and when they finally look at kuroo, their heart drops at this foreign look on face. they realize they've never seen him frown like this, and they realize they never want to see him look this way ever again.

"if we're being truthful," kuroo begins. "you did hurt me a lot. and i've been trying not to think about it because it really made me feel like shit, like i didn't know you as well as i thought i did." he toys with his hands, pausing and collecting his thoughts. "and in hindsight, it feels kind of like you've been leading me on. a part of me is convinced that you never cared about us, or me, and that i don't really know you, even though the rest of me knows that's not true."

it's not like they would, but there's no arguing with that. they know that they've noticed the way kuroo looks at them with all the love in the world, and instead of sorting themselves out, they leaned into him – just not fully, always at odds with if they could believe him or not.

"despite all that, i still really like you. and i'm sorry too for all the things i did when we were drunk. i know that i freaked you out," kuroo finishes, voice trailing off.

"no! it's okay, you didn't do anything wrong, that all makes sense," they quickly interject, turning their body and leaning towards him, knees falling towards his. "you're right, really. i mean, i was giving you signs, and because of that i do feel like i've been leading you on, since, y'know, i wasn't fully there. and then i just left you hanging out of nowhere. i'm really sorry about that."

kuroo reaches for their left hand and takes it with his right, interlacing his fingers with theirs. "during all those times, like at community day, the nights when it was just us at the skate park, and when you fell asleep with me and we woke up together, i felt like i was on top of the world since you were with me."

he looks at them right in their eyes, head dropping, cheek resting on his knees that he's pulled into his chest. they think he looks perfect under the dimming golden hour. "honestly, some of the trust is lost on my end too. it hurt a lot that you just ghosted me like that. and i just want you to believe me when i say that i love you."

kuroo averts his gaze. "and, well... i've actually been planning on properly confessing to you since that party. but i think i'll save it for later, if you still, well, like me, and maybe still want to give us a try."

their breath stills at that. kuroo has shifted something inside them, replaced hope where doubt used to be.

“so you love me,” they murmur.

“i might have been drunk, but i meant it.”

“for the record, i meant it too.”

it's the way that he still believes in them despite how they flipped his heart upside down. they don't have it all figured out yet, nor do they have the words, but they think they believe this, believe him.

"fuck. we’re not even official or anything, and now we’ve just said i love you, sober," they say with a laugh, eyes fluttering closed. they put their free hand over their furiously beating chest, and the thumping proof that their heart exists gives them courage, no matter how fleeting it might be. it's real in this moment, and they believe the rush they're feeling. "tetsurō, can we take it slow? i want to tell you everything, i want to know all of you past your favorite things, and i want you to trust me again. i want to show you that i do care about you, and that you do mean a lot to me."

"yeah?" kuroo asks softly, eyes stuck to the way their fingers have stayed laced with his this entire time.

oh, wait. they just called him tetsurō. he stops with a sharp inhale, reeling not just from the honesty of the conversation but also the leap forward they just took by calling him tetsurō. his head just might burst like a balloon with too much air.

they open their eyes again, smiling toothily, letting their gaze linger on kuroo. "yeah, i mean, it's no secret that i just really like you a lot."

it's something about the way that they've spoken, carefully choosing their words, crafting sentences as best as they could, how they're trying their best for him that makes kuroo's heart flicker for them again. his smile grows to match theirs.

"yeah, let's take it slow," he says when turning to them, heart spilling right out of him, swelling with relief as he takes the hand on their chest in his. "let's go with whatever happens from now on, then.” kuroo matches their lighthearted laugh, and they think he sounds like wind chimes on a sunny, perfect day.

“and call me tetsu in the meantime,” he murmurs. “when you're ready, i'll tell you that i love you as many times as you need to believe me."

without thinking, they let go of one of kuroo’s hands to hold his cheek instead. his hand, big and warm and just right, rests on top of that hand as he leans into their touch. "okay, tetsu, deal. and when you're ready, i'll remind you everyday that i love you more."

the sun is set, and under the familiar lights from the math building and the street lamps and the deep blue sky, they start to believe that love for them is real in the form of kuroo.

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more:

⟢ we have a few more fluffy chapters left yippee ! honestly i just want to indulge myself and write some more cute little things for kurooyn

⟢ bo was the one who made the crossover group chat with suna's support

⟢ noya ran away earlier bc yn's head snapped in his direction. they didn't actually see him in the bushes but his fight or flight instinct kicked in so he ran LOL

⟢ ummmm not a lot of fun facts here just that endgame is very near. kurooyn isn't official yet but they'll get there soon !!!!

⟢ i hope u guys can see my trains of thought lololol

⟢ the debriefs after were crazy but both kuroo and yn just went straight to their rooms to sleep once they each got home, so debriefs came the morning after

⟢ yn has now learned that vulnerability isn't the scariest thing ever !!!!!!

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[iidanotlida]

Love Egoist ™️

Am I not enough for you? [6]

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a/n - GIRL THIS HAS BEEN IN MY DRAFTS FOR MONTHS OMFG I AM SO SORRY I FORGOT ABOUT TUMBLR 💀 anyways enjoy! who knows maybe I will complete this 🙂

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[tkuro0]

EVERYTHING IS ROMANTIC

Kuroo Tetsurou, Mr. Econ and Marketing major, does not do art. He enjoys the basic chemistry and biologies he had to take for the general requirements. Even writing... But not art. It makes no sense, it serves no purpose to him. It's too bad the painting 101 class you TA for stands between him and being on track to graduate.

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pairing: Kuroo Tetsurou x f!reader

status: coming soon...

series warnings: enemies to lovers, smau hybrid, language, adult themes, SO many grammar mistakes, smoking, light substance use, alcohol/drinking, language, slightly suggestive, mommy issues, depictions of toxic parental relationships, declining mental state/mental illness; please note warnings may change as story progresses, there might be warnings in individual chapters !

minors dni

taglist: open ! 0/50

Untitled artwork: kurooxyn ೀ yn's mb ೀ kuroo's mb ೀ playlist ೀ

Newest submitions: ethically sourced sluts ; coloring book enjoyers

Dont miss our new gallery walk!: EVERYTHING IS ROMANTIC

⊹ coming soon…

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[basically-an-anime-stan-acct]

I messed up and switched up the pronouns please don’t hate me 🥲

This is from a college based au

Captain Kat is Kuroo obviously

Gameboy is Kenma obviously but gameboy as in the actual gameboy device. I thought that was a clever play with words… don’t judge me

ANYWAY

Here’s another excerpt from a smau I’ll never write. But I do enjoy making these group chats so…

[chososcamgirl]

REFINED USING CHROMATOGRAPHY

SHHH CAN YOU KEEP A SECRET?

trust is a rare commodity, especially for a secret vigilante navigating the bustling streets and neon-lit alleyways of tokyo. entangled in a web of lies and corporate deceit, kuroo finds himself tracking one of the city’s most powerful CEO. and, as fate would have it, his daughter’s a pretty thing too. but being a superhero doesn’t leave much room for romance—who knew that wearing a mask came with such a steep price? surely he can find a way to balance duty and desire, right?

"NAH IMMA DO MY OWN THING"

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pairing: kuroo x f!reader

status: ongoing

tags/warnings: superhero au, kuroo is spiderman, characters are in their early 20’s, strangers to friends to lovers, smau/written parts, a lot of crime mentioned, gangs, violence/fighting, alcohol/drinking, language, mentions of sex/hooking up, suggestive jokes, smoking/drugs, arguments, a lot of angst buried under humor, probably will be out of character, won’t follow the actual spiderman plot but will have some similarities, warnings may change as story progresses, check each chapter for individual warnings

taglist: OPEN

inspired by @afyrian’s spider-man kuroo concept. definitely go check out their ‘follow me like the moon’ fic series! <3

“kuroo, being spider-man is a great sacrifice”

DON’T TEXT AND SWING!

# - gang lords not bangs

# - vigilante virgins in the chat: 1

# - playlist!

PROLOGUE

CHAPTER ONE: two fascists walk into a building

CHAPTER TWO: maximum effort

CHAPTER THREE: femcel fall

CHAPTER FOUR: crème brûlée

CHAPTER FIVE:

KUROO: “we’re not on different paths, you’re my path, and you’re always going to be my path.”

“NO STRINGS ATTACHED, RIGHT?”

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