#kuroo tetsurou reader insert

[lale-txt]

“But friends don’t look at each other like we do.”

Kuroo is right. But he shouldn’t say it. 

You keep your eyes pinned on the essay in front of you, one hand of yours hazily brushing over your eyes to keep the tears from falling. At midnight, in the silence of the room, you can hear your own heart break, shatter even, but you’re holding it together. It’s what you’re good at, isn’t it? When everything inside of you is crumbling, you pick yourself up again, a puppet on a string dancing to the sound of the cries you never dare to let out. 

Under the kotatsu Kuroo’s leg is touching yours and you’re afraid he’s gonna fade away too if you pull away. So you hold perfectly still, letting his warmth seep into you, dreaming of a life where the thought of being seen doesn’t make you want to run. 

His hand reaches over the table, gently peeling the pen from your hand and putting it down on your scattered notes. Fingertips dancing from your palm to your wrist, his thumb rubbing small circles over your pulse point. The same spot where you once sprayed a perfume tester, quipping something about how perfume is to be worn where you want your lover to kiss you; and Kuroo who brought your wrist to his lips with a tenderness that almost made you cry. Idle hands wrapped around each other, unspoken promises of never letting go. 

“Please.”

It’s the sound of Kuroo’s voice breaking, pleading, that draws your eyes back to him. 

Please, look at me. Please, let this be love. Please, be gentle with my heart.

No, friends don’t look at each other like you do. 

Not with this unfulfilled yearning in the vastness of his dark eyes, pupils blown out as his gaze lingers on you. Not with this hunger, the insatiable craving for something more than this, something bigger, something softer. Not with this paralyzing fear of letting go and inching closer, swaying around each other on tiptoes, never fully there but never fully gone either. 

Kuroo slumps over the table with a heavy sigh, his eyes never leaving you. They never do. It’s like he’s drawn to you, the sea in love with the moon, a story as old as times. His fingers linger in your palm, idly tracing your heart line, as if your hands alone were proof enough that this love exists, that the stars aligned so you two could meet, against all odds. 

“But I’m scared,” you confess, the words tumbling out of your mouth before you can swallow them down again. Your fingertips graze his hand, spelling out the word stuck in your throat, the one clawing its way out even though it feels too big to do so. It’s what you always do; tumbling and falling and bursting at the seams, all the love for him you can’t contain.

“Then let me love you scared. Love me till the fear unravels in your chest, making room for something new. Just… let me.” 

Kuroo’s voice is merely a whisper, a husky vibrato under your skin. You try and hold it back, but your love is spilling out like ink on the paper, staining your red string of fate in pitch black. Maybe you can learn to love him in the dark, somewhere his eyes can’t find you, only your fingers intertwined. Never letting go.

[kyokikikie]

✩ Second Best (T. Kuroo)

masterlist!! Bewitched masterlist(⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧

—> in which Y/n slowly realises that she will never have space in his heart.

➤ genre: angst, slight cheating (?), wrong idea of ‘love’

She would never forget how stupid she was.

Jubilant. She was jubilant when the news of Kuroo Tetsuro — the guy that she had pined for since she laid eyes on him, had gotten dumped by his girlfriend. Of course, she did feel bad for him, who would even dare to let such a man slip away from their arms?

She didn’t give a second thought on why he got broken up with. Kuroo was now available. She could return to chasing after him, and soon, he would finally accept her.

That was what she thought.

Kuroo wasn’t oblivious to the way she would look at him, a look full of admiration and affection. She was blinded by love, the perfect person he could use.

So when the volleyball captain came up to her and asked her to be his girl, she was over the moon. “Of course I’ll be your girlfriend!” She beamed, holding the single rose Kuroo had given her. A sigh of relief escaped the male’s mouth, phase one of his scheme was easy. Kuroo gave a mischievous smirk.

Soon, he’ll have his ex crawling back to him, begging to take her back, and he’ll tell the girl before his eyes a lame excuse before accepting his ex with open arms.

For a few months, Kuroo was the sweetest towards Y/n. He would give her flowers every time they met up for a date, gave her the princess treatment, and always made time for her. Everyone would kill to have what she had. The school heartthrob, treating his girl how she deserves to be treated.

Everything was going well. Too well.

On a Sunday night, Kuroo was over at Y/n’s for their weekly cuddles. Unfortunately, a simple message from someone crashed the whole mood. The male picked up his phone to reply to the text, not knowing that his current girlfriend who was beside him could see every single letter being typed out.

Out of anger, she pushed the thick blanket aside and sat up from the bed. Y/n snatched the phone out of Kuroo’s hands, “You’re here enjoying time with YOUR girlfriend and yet still dare to contact your ex?” she emphasised.

“Baby, come on, she reached out first, i was going to shut her down anyways,”

“Bullshit.” She raised her voice and spat. ”Why? The words you typed out surely weren't telling me you were. Why? Am I not enough for you? Was I not enough? Do you even–” Before she had the chance to continue her rambling, Kuroo stepped closer to her and closed the gap between them.

That shut her up.

It wasn’t the first time they had shared a kiss. However, this one made her stood rooted to the ground. When his warm lips touched hers, the warmth that it was supposed to give was missing.

That's when she knew that someone else was in his mind.

Y/n couldn't react and only watched as Kuroo took his bag and left her house, “I promise you, she has no ill intentions.” was all he said. No goodbyes. No ‘see you tomorrow’ like he would usually do. Her boyfriend had left her, frozen and the comfort he gave was ‘she has no ill intentions’?

she couldn't believe it. she didn't want to. She spent all her hard work building this relationship with him, there was no way she's letting it go just because of a simple argument. When the sound of her front door banged shut, her knees gave in and she slumped to the floor, tears streaming down her eyes.

From then on, kisses from him didn't feel as comfortable anymore.

Ever since that day, Kuroo’s eyes were glued to his phone, typing away. Whenever he is out with the h/c-haired girl, his hands will always find their way to the device instead of her hand.

“Kuroo, what should we eat for dinner?”

The rooster-head male shrugged his shoulders. “I’m not hungry.” He replied, eyes darting to the girl next to him and then looked back at his phone. Kuroo was starting to replicate the image of kenma.

The radiant smile on Y/n’s lips faded, she didn’t even bother to reply to him. She knew that as soon as she opened her mouth, heated words would uncontrollably flow out. The girl simply bit the insides of her cheek and continued walking.

Where did the sweet Kuroo go? Who was this man beside her? Where was the person that would give his fullest attention to her?

”Then I’ll get going now.” Y/n came to a stop, looked into his hazel eyes and said. There was no point in spending time with him if all he did was to check his phone every second. “Ah, okay, see you at school.”

That’s all? He didn’t stop her, didn’t ask what was wrong. Not even a kiss goodbye?

The h/c-haired girl scoffed and walked away while her boyfriend continued in the opposite direction.

It was on and off. they would get into arguments almost every week then make up the next day. her friends told her that it was unhealthy and she should just give it up. she couldn't.

So there she was, lying beside him as he let out snores that vibrated down his throat. A smile spread across his face as he slept, a smile that Y/n had been longing to see. She had almost forgotten that he was capable of making such an expression.

She wanted to know what had made him smile like that. How could he sleep so peacefully when their relationship was on thin ice? He didn’t know that on the night of every fight they had, she would always toss and turn on her bed, countless thoughts ran through her mind as she did so.

What was he so happy about? Was he satisfied that her heart was aching the whole time?

Kuroo’s phone buzzed next to her, a notification lit the dark room up. As soon as the h/c-haired girl read the contact name, she knew. She knew the reason behind that lovely dream that he had.

It was none other than the person he told her not to worry about. Ironic isn’t it?

The realisation had stung her heart like a bee, it ached. She wanted to confront Kuroo but the thought of him walking away again held her back. It was just a friendly message asking to meet to catch up, nothing wrong, nothing fishy.

Y/n took a deep breath, she shut her eyes and diverted her thoughts away from it. If only she could warn herself about the future that bestowed upon her.

One of Nekoma’s school gyms was lit up with LED lights from the inside. The colourful lights illuminated the whole gym. It wasn’t too bright, yet it wasn’t too dark. Students chatted away at every corner of the gym, the dance floor was filled with couples and groups of friends that danced like there was no tomorrow.

It was finally the school dance, the event that everyone had been looking forward to.

Loud music played from the large speakers as Y/n made her way to Kuroo whose spikes on his hair made him recognisable through the crowd. He was chatting with his volleyball teammates, taking sips of the cup of punch in his left hand. The boys immediately shifted their gaze to Y/n who was approaching them, “ooh, Kuroo, you’ve got company!” They teased.

Kuroo spun around to see a h/c-haired girl tilting her head slightly to meet his eye.

“Hey, what’s up?” He asked, placing the cup back on his lips while waiting for a reply. But before Y/n could even speak, the volleyball team started chanting. “Dance with her! Dance with her!”

A small smile formed on Kuroo’s lips. It wasn’t as genuine as the one plastered on his face that night, but it was something. Y/n bit the insides of her cheeks and gulped. “Well, what do you say, babe? Care to dance?” Kuroo extended his arm for her to hold onto.

Who was she to deny him? She would do anything for him. It wasn’t an understatement, it’s just how much she loves him.

The couple made their way to the dance floor when the song “Lover” by Taylor swift played. Soon, the dance floor was once again filled with people.

Y/n placed her hands on Kuroo’s shoulders and he placed his on her waist, their feet moved to the rhythm. Her e/c-eyes looked into his hazel ones, Y/n’s lips quirked upwards. To her, it was just the two of them. Everyone in the background disappeared as she focused on the music, she was mesmerised.

But to him, he paid no attention to such details. His eyes wandered across the gym, searching for something to focus on instead of the girl in front of him. A pair of familiar eyes met his, the ones that he had yearned to see.

It was his ex-lover. And she was smiling at him, as if she was saying, “I see that your having fun without me.”

A wide-eyed Kuroo could only stay silent and remain where he was. His guts and his heart wanted to break away from Y/n’s embrace and run towards her, and say “No, never. Not without you, so please, come back to me.” It took all of his willpower to remind himself that it isn’t time. There was a girl, so in love with him that she stayed even when he was clearly using her. He wasn’t that type of person to throw someone away once they’ve done their job, right?

‘Soon,’ the said male reminded himself, ‘Soon, everything will go back to normal.’

The thought of his ex-lover standing by his side again made the corner of his mouth twitch up. He imagined that the h/c-haired girl in front of him was her. Kuroo pulled Y/n closer, resting his chin on the top of her head, they were practically hugging instead of dancing.

Taken back by the sudden intimacy, Y/n finched. Was he finally back to his normal self? The music continued as they spun around, Kuroo was now where Y/n was when they started, his back facing his ex-lover. The couple let the rhythm of the song control their movements. Finally, after months, Y/n felt a sense of comfort.

Though, her smile slipped when she looked over Kuroo’s shoulders.

There, Y/n saw her.

Of course it was her

The way her dress would online her curves, showing just a little cleavage that would still make anyone drool over her. Including her boyfriend, Kuroo. Kuroo and her were once the school’s best couple before they broke up. School heartthrob dating the school heartthrob, a match made in heaven. Y/n could see why Kuroo dated her, she was just as beautiful as the karasuno’s volleyball manager, Kiyoko.

If they stood side by side, Y/n would look like a complete mess beside a goddess.

Y/n’s lips quivered. It was as clear as glass that Kuroo’s sudden attitude towards her was all because of his ex-lover. Heck, was it even towards Y/n?

Her heart had finally shattered. It hurts so much that she finds it humiliating. How could she not notice this earlier? The reason why Kuroo and her were fighting every week was because of his ex. It was sickening to the point that she wanted to burst out laughing right then and there. She was being used.

Kuroo was never hers. His heart only had space for one.

And that one person will never be her.

It had been months since they broke up. The nights were peaceful for her as she no longer needed to worry about their constant fights. She had graduated high-school with scholarships to Tokyo University. Life was better than what she had imagined it would be.

she had moved on. It didn’t bother her that Kuroo got back with his ex-lover weeks after they parted. Y/n expected it and couldn’t care less about Kuroo.

So why? Why was she lying down facing the ceiling and unable to get out of bed?

After being accepted into Tokyo University, her days were like a cycle. She would get out of bed, brush her teeth, and go back to bed, eyes glued to her phone. She would only leave her house if she was hungry.

Y/n scrolled through social media, watching her high-school friends spend their day with each other. Her eyelids were about to fall shut till she saw a familiar rooster head.

It was Kuroo. She had forgotten to block him from her socials…

The hazel eyed male’s lips were split into a grin, and beside him — the one taking the photo, was no longer his ex-lover. It was the love of his life. They were having the best time of his life and the look on Kuroo’s face was something that Y/n had never seen before.

with a sigh, she dropped her phone on the soft mattress of her bed and turned to face the wall.

She was sure she had moved on, so why was she the only one bedridden?

[nowoyas]

the crows and cats christmas reunion (kuroo tetsurou/reader)

m.list - read on ao3

A/N: written for @hatsukeii for the hq x reader secret santa exchange! I hope you enjoy ✨ also special thanks to @nectardaddy for the divider!

Summary: Your high school crush on your rival team’s captain actually comes to fruition in college. The problem? You both receive invites to the upcoming Christmas-slash-reunion party, and you’re nowhere near prepared to tell your high school social group about your new boyfriend. The solution, at least, is easy enough: just don’t tell them!

Warnings and Tags: university au, reader is a former karasuno manager, christmas parties, fluff and a lil bit of crack lmao, alcohol use, gender neutral reader

Words: 1700+

It was his laugh that did you in.

You couldn't begin to guess what he'd been laughing at, just that Karasuno had just beaten their sworn rivals and you were in tears, and that you'd paused everything because Nekoma's captain just laughed in a way that had him throwing his head back, chest fully shaking with the force of it.

That had been your reckoning: the flash, the oh, the clichéd emotions gripping you and not letting go.

Not a problem. He was the captain—now former, as of that exact moment—of your rival team, and you had a duty to be loyal to the team you managed for, and you could be, because he was graduating and you wouldn't see him again. Not a problem at all.

Only, see, that crush had been easy to ignore when he wasn't in front of you, when you didn't have to confront the sound of his voice or his stupid hair or the shape of his shoulders or—god forbid—his laugh again. So, naturally, he'd gotten into the habit of dropping in on joint training camps, wearing stupid hoodies that looked unbearably good on him and—you swear it—smiling at you when he caught you staring. And, naturally, you had somehow been the one he asked with some stupid excuse about how he didn't know his way around anymore and could you help out, if you weren't busy?

You hadn't been.

So in your final year of high school, at some training camp you hardly remember except for that one moment, escorted a definitely-for-sure lost alum of Nekoma High School out and paused when you rounded a corner and found that the two of you were completely alone. And maybe, yeah, you kissed him, then, and yeah, he walked away, and somehow, you didn't even feel heartbroken about it. No words, just that.

You'd given your first kiss to Kuroo Tetsurou, and nothing had changed at all.

Then college. Moving on. Living your life, working towards your degree, and surely you must be over him by now, like it would ever have gone anywhere to begin with. Yeah, you think about it—how could you not when he showed up to the games and the camps and smiled at you every time, when you still remember that kiss but can't remember his reply except that nothing had come of it and he still smiled at you after that so clearly he didn't hate you?—but you're over him and over it and goddammit there he is on your campus. Something which you could have anticipated, if you'd thought about the fact that Kuroo Tetsurou with that enchanting laugh who you kissed that one time went to the same university, hadn't he been wearing a university sweatshirt when you'd kissed him?

But you hadn't anticipated it. So of course you noticed him. Of course you stopped in your tracks. Of course you'd stared, and spilled your coffee all over yourself like a dumbass, and frantically tried to blot it out with the meager napkin supply that had come with your coffee and pastry, and then found yourself interrupted by—who else?—Kuroo fucking Tetsurou, smiling at you in that crooked way, eyes alight with recognition.

"My dorm's not far," he'd said, "do you want to maybe borrow a shirt?"

You deflated. You agreed. You borrowed a shirt and left with his phone number—ostensibly to pick your shirt back up later and return his—and a date, which had been amazing and maybe you're still dating by the time December rolls around and maybe, just maybe, you're in his lap when his and your phones both ping with texts in perfect unison.

And maybe you hadn't mentioned to any of your high school friends that you'd begun dating the rival high school's former captain.

"I don't see what the big deal is," he laughs as it dawns on you. "We can just tell them."

"Okay, no, not with the guys I graduated with. The guys in your year were reasonable, Kuroo. The rest were and are half demons and half the type of guys who can survive multiple years of sustained contact with the demons. They're gonna flip."

"You spent years wrangling them, I'm sure you can handle it."

You whine, drop your head against his shoulder. "What if we just… didn't tell them yet? Get through the party, pretend everything's normal, and then we can come back and go wild."

"We'll see how that goes."

#

For your information, that is going great. You'd shown up separately, gravitated naturally to different parts of the room—you're catching up with Shimizu and the other upperclassmen, drink in hand and eyes firmly pointed away from where Kuroo's harassing Tsukishima, amongst others. Sure, Suga's been doing his damnedest to get you to admit details about the secret boyfriend you obviously would have gotten the second you went away to university (you appreciate his faith in you). He thinks he's being slick, but he's really, really not.

"I told you, Suga, I am focusing on my studies."

"Does your studies pay for dates?"

You roll your eyes. "Yeah, sure. You're awful interested in my dating life, Suga-san. Why's that, again?"

"Oh, no reason."

The gambit for tonight absolutely requires that you let on nothing. You're not even entirely sure where Suga's idea that you got a boyfriend came from. You've been doing good. You're barely even looking at Kuroo. You're not even visibly reacting when you hear his laugh from across the room! The Crows and Cats Christmas Reunion (per the invitation—you've been calling it "garbage dump Christmas") is going great.

And then you catch Nishinoya on Tanaka's shoulders, pinning what you think is probably supposed to be mistletoe but is definitely holly to a door frame. It's visibly fake, but they're clearly putting a lot of effort into it.

Not a problem—you avoid it pointedly, watch a few others get caught under it and peer-pressured by tipsy busybodies into sharing a kiss with their fellow victims. The night drags on, and you have fun but maybe one drink too many, and when you slip into the hallway towards the kitchen to hopefully snag some water, a very familiar hand rests on your shoulder to help guide you.

"Hanging in there alright?"

"Kuroo," you whisper, "we're not supposed to be—"

"[name]-san!" Nishinoya shouts at the top of his lungs. "Kuroo-san! You're under the mistletoe; you gotta kiss!"

"—oh my god," you mutter, dragging a hand down your face.

A few of the rowdier guys cheer their agreements. You roll your eyes, turn to explain why you will not be doing that no matter how nice Kuroo looks in that sweater, and get as far as "that isn't even mistletoe—" before long fingers are gently tilting your chin up for a kiss.

Of course you kiss back. Bastard.

His lips are soft and warm and everything and he tastes vaguely like beer. You lean into it, mostly just to shut the guys up as your hand slides up to the nape of his neck. He responds in kind—free hand finds the small of your back, pulls you just that tiny bit closer, and for just a moment, you forget where you are and who's watching.

When you pull away, you're met with narrowed eyes.

"That was not the first time you two have kissed. There's no fucking way," one of the guys shouts.

You roll your eyes, try to play it off. "Maybe you should stretch before reaching like that. You're gonna pull a muscle or something."

"No, but, like, you were totally heart eyes at him all throughout school," Tanaka says. "If that had actually been your first kiss, you'd be like, dying on the floor right now or something. You're doing that whole tough thing."

"Has it occurred to you—"

Ennoshita cuts you off with a sharp look. "That whole tough act they do when they're trying to avoid questions? And aren't you two at the same university now?"

"You bagged him and didn't tell us? [name]-san!" Noya's voice is absolutely aghast.

Kuroo's eyes linger on you. "Bagged me?"

"I maybe had a little crush on you," you mumble, cheeks burning hot. "Did you not know? We straight up kissed at one point?"

He blinks. "What?"

"What?"

"That never happened. I have no idea what you're talking about."

You look at him. You're starting to get pretty good at reading whether or not he's messing with you for fun, but he seems completely, genuinely serious.

"We did. Last year. You came to visit and we ended up kissing but then you never—"

Oh. Oh no.

Oh my god.

The realization sinks in, and as you stare into your red solo cup of mysteriously strong holiday punch, you realize there's no getting out of this.

You tip the cup back and chug the rest. Kuroo is laughing over the music and the flood of alcohol burning your system, and you put all your mental energy into not crushing the cup in your hand.

"Wait, who are you thinking of?"

"Who would [name] even have mistaken him for? It's not exactly easy to mistake Kuroo for anyone else," Kenma says.

Point of order:

You don't remember how you ended up kissing. You don't remember how he reacted or why. Every time you saw each other after that, he acted like nothing ever happened.

"What, babe," Kuroo teases, "did you mix me up with someone else, or did you just dream it entirely?"

"S-shut up," you mumble.

"Oh my god. Did you actually—"

"No, nope, we're not talking about this—"

The grin on his face widens. "I think we are. Did you actually convince yourself that we kissed in your third year? Is that why you got extra skittish in the back half of the year?"

"Kuroo, I am going to kill you—"

The mortification feels like it's seeped into your very bones, but then he drops his head back and laughs and you can't bring yourself to finish the threat. You might not ever live this down, but it's made him laugh, and for a moment, you can forget that your friends are watching this and someone's gonna bring up this story if you ever make it to a wedding.

You always have been weak to that damn laugh.

Tags: @deeplightgarden @idonthaveanameideayet @dusstory

[ackerpretty]

Can you do kuroo from haikyuu coded pleaseeee

You unburied my memories from 2020…

Kuroo codedd

[agirlnamedelia]

Tasting Cake from Their Lips

[slyvieselkie]

Runaway Bride

Warning: for the Dungeon and Resting Chambers collection, medieval setting, minor violence, it gets a little fucked up at the end,

Underneath the cold and pouring rain, the rumble and roar of thunder, the golden strikes of lightning, you feel your mind shatter.

"What are you doing here, fool?!", the man who was supposed to be your father growls.

Your tears and sobs melt into the harsh storm, "P-Please! That man is-", "He is your husband!", the woman behind him shriek.

Why won't they let you in? Into your own home? Into the golden warmth of your younger years?

You fall to the muddy ground begging them, "Father please! The lord is a demon-", "Insolence!", he roars finally stepping out to strike your cheek, "We live in comfort because of him! You will go back before his fury falls down on this family!"

His grip on your hair is throbbing painful but you don't fight it, because you realise that even your own blood isn't on your side. You should've known, after all, he was the one who sold you in the first place.

....

"My sweetheart, come and greet Lord Testsurō", your father graced you with a gentle smile.

You stared up at the black haired man draped in luxurious fabrics, observing his amused hazel eyes and small smirk, before curtsying with a greeting. Behind him were two aides, one with tanned skin and the other a little short, bowed in response.

So this was the man you were to marry. The pit of fear in your stomach slowly dispersed upon seeing the young and respectable marquess. Due to the notice of your marriage being given a mere week ago, you had feared that your father would hand you to a grimy old man.

His Lordship Testsurō Kuroo was a famous figure and feared name in the surrounding kingdoms. While he was officially a marquess, it is said that the king was in constant fear of him taking control of the court. His connections spread far and wide, across the seas and hidden in every shadow. Your father must've used up all of his luck in this life to drag the renowned marquess back to your little countryside manor.

"Rise, my lady and allow me to observe my wife's face", you straightened your posture as he stepped closer, "Your father had told no lies", Lord Testsurō chuckled.

Confusion dispersed as he explained himself, "A body perfect for my desires and children", you immediately tensed up and glanced at your father who looked just as pleased.

An urge to cower and run away grips your heart as hazel eyes scanned your figure, a hand reached out and outlined your silhouette. Never touching your body, but the action made you sickly green.

When he was satisfied, the men walked off to your father's office to prepare a contract for the marriage. You, on the other hand, returned to your room and sobbed feeling like cattle at an auction. But regardless of your sorrow and misery, signatures were signed and agreed objects were handed over. All the while, you had only met your to-be-husband once.

You were first. Wearing the most magnificent Tyrian purple gown and adorned in rubies, you walked down the long pathway. One that you wished was so long, it would never end. But your wish vanished when the hand holding your father's arm was lifted and placed into his. Smile, you pleaded yourself, or everyone shall call you the unworthy bride.

There was a long speech given by the bishop for the heavens to hear, and to signify your unbreakable chain to Lord Testsurō. Throughout the entire two hours, you only recited the two line vows written by your family. A promise to serve and understand your role. Rings were exchanged and envious eyes stared at the shimmering stone on your finger. A kiss ended it all and the ladies grew sour as the most desirable bachelor was taken off the market.

Your family didn't even stay for the night celebration. You offered a small wave watching their carriage leave with chests of gold and jewellery. Instantly, your shoulders dropped. All of this fancifulness felt so heavy.

"My lady, His Lordship requests for your presence to begin the celebration", you turn back to see an aide with blonde and black hair, "Yes of course."

With that, you headed off to the dining hall and stood beside your husband, "Smile Wife, or they shall think your father married you off to the grim reaper."

His long and cold fingers caressed your cheeks softly, but you felt the warning behind them, "Of course, Husband, I apologise."

The night passed in the blur. In amongst the feast and booze, you barely remembered greeting the royal family and Testsurō's close friends. But you'll never forget his rich voice echoing in your head, hands gliding you across the dancing floor, and lips devouring yours in front of everyone. How sweet, history writes, for there is no bride who is as loved as you.

Lightheaded from the alcohol, you leaned against his chest and whispered, "Please...allow me to return to my chambers...before I shame us both."

His let out a rumbling chuckle before lifting you up, "My my, it seems my bride and I shall have to retire early tonight! May our guests continue to enjoy the feast and music on our behalf!"

And with the cheers of the men around him, Testsurō carried you to your wedding chambers.

Dazed and weakened by alcohol, you were defenseless against his hands ripping the gown to shreds, "T-The dress...", you slurred and received a hush, "I shall fill your room with a thousand more."

From there, Testsurō began exploring your body passionately. Hands groped every mound of skin, lips marking your sensitive spots, and tongue creating glossy trails. You were faintly relieved to have been drunk, as the thought of doing this sober would've made you perish from shame. Testsurō's version of consummation was nothing like what you had learnt as a small girl, and it terrified you.

You squeaked feeling coldness touch your inner thigh, instantly your legs attempted to close. But strong hands held them apart and the man above you gulped before his lips connected with your pussy. A choked cry escaped as intense pleasure stung your nerves, you whined and shook your head.

"S-Sto-ah! No!", you tried to push him, you tried to run away but nothing could stop the black haired man from eating you up.

Embarrassment flushed your system as the sounds filled your ears. The wet slurping coming from below, the high pitched cries coming from you, and the faint chatter from faraway that surely knows what was happening yet also had no idea of the apparent dirtiness. Then, you felt it. It was like a knot being pulled tighter and tighter, a full dam about to fall, a volcano ready to erupt. The last straw came from a sharp graze against your clit. With a wail and trembling legs locking around Testsurō's head, you came fiercely.

Your husband slowly helped you calm down, kissing your folds and caressing your sides. Through your droopy eyes and blurred vision, all you saw were sharp hazel pools that glowed in the luminous light. I need you, you thought and subconsciously reached out for him. You clung to his rock solid body which felt so cool and so good against your feverish skin.

With a hum, Testsurō guided you into a long kiss while his fingers slid down to your wet entrance. Before you knew it, you had three fingers turning your insides into mush while his lips slobbered against yours. He didn't let you pull away, whether it was to take a breath or cry from further orgasms. By the time the man was satisfied, you were completely drenched in sweat and he was soaked in your juices.

And now for the actual event. Exhausted by his foreplay, you laid flat against the bed and compliant for his taking. Testsurō towered over you and leaned down to peck your temple, before his tip rested against your opening. Despite all of his preparation, nothing could eliminate the pain. You whimpered and gripped the silk sheets tightly, how lucky you were to have a well endowed husband.

To be honest, this part was also a little blurry. Because you couldn't really when pain turned to pleasure, and when you began begging for more. Cupping his cheeks and biting his lips until they turned red. Even leaving marks of your own, harsh bites and nail streaks that made him shiver in glee. In response, the black haired man maneuvered you in all types of positions and enveloped you in even more ecstasy.

For moment, in your drunkenness, you thought that maybe life with him wouldn't be as bad as you thought. Until you felt sharpness graze the side of your neck. Sharp? Whatever could be so sharp? Confused your fingers traveled across his jawline, to his lips and into his mouth.

As a tongue wrapped around your fingers, you murmured, "You have...such sharp teeth?"

Glowing eyes narrowed with glee as Testsurō moved you to sit in his lap, "All the better to eat you with."

Then before you knew it, you felt your flesh rip and screamed hysterically, "AHHHH!"

Shocked into soberness, you fought to get away but his arms were a steel cage. It wasn't until you nearly gouged his eye out that the black haired man finally set you free. Heaving and sobbing, you tried to jump off the bed but your weakened legs had you flailing across the marble floor.

"Wife, you must not run away from your duties", terrified you watched his silhouette cover your body and shrieked.

Fear, anger, misery swirled in your hoarse bawling as it dragged you back to the bed. You cowered away from it, refusing to meet its beady red eyes. Unable to accept the fangs that left you pouring blood. You had been sold to a monster, your father sold you to a beast for a few chests of gold and jewels. And the thing you hated the most, was how the pleasure only built.

"You see Wife, vampires like I can release venom with our bite. It numbs the pain and leaves behind an aphrodisiac, allowing our feeding to become increasingly pleasurable with every bite. Some even seek out this bite, even if it means they will die."

You were able to witness this soon enough, how your body began to crave for his fangs, how the mere graze of those sharp fangs brought you closer to the edge. Testsurō used this against you, luring you to grind on his lap, to slide his length down your throat as you hump his face, even letting him explore your ass. All the while, promising you of another bite.

The wedding night lasted for two days but for you, who was half-conscious for most of the time, it felt like weeks before you were freed. Testsurō, who had allowed you to sleep in to recover, returned to your chambers after a day of work. And upon opening the doors, he was met with emptiness.

"My lord", his silver haired knight bowed, "Her Ladyship has fled into the nearby forest, do you wish to send our men-".

He grinned, "No", and his eyes flashed red, "Let me see how far my runaway bride can go."

....

Now here you were. Staggering down the dirt road of the countryside in muddied and stinking clothes, body aching from the beating you got in response to your cries for help. Exhausted, dehydrated, starving, and lightheaded from the harsh sun, you wonder if this was how your pathetic life was to end.

You couldn't even cry despite the anguish simmering inside, that you would die on the side of the road and no one would care. That you couldn't even have the honour of dying in your home, comforted by the spirit of your mother. Soon enough, your feet surrender and you crumble to the ground.

Then your ears perk up hearing thumps, and emerging from the other side of the hilly road...was none other than your husband and his men. His lavish clothes, his men's armour shining brightly, and the golden carriage seem to mock your pathetic fate. What a life, to be cycled between two horrendous beasts.

Seated on his ebony horse, the black haired man's lips stretch into a wide smile, "My dear runaway bride, whatever will I do with you~?"

You stare back with weary eyes. For some reason, you feel comforted by his addressing. At least someone would claim you, even if it was a blood sucking monster. And with that you smile, knowing that it was enough, that you had tried enough in this life. What is there to live for, to care about, to fear? Golden rays pierce through the leaves coating the stone ground in sparkles, there was a gentle breeze passing through, and birds chirp unaware of the execution below. This seemed like a fitting place.

"What are you waiting for...just kill me already", you croak and he sighs, "My dear wife, I paid too much to let your head roll away so easily. You will have to gift me another option."

Silence fills the air and the lord descend, slowly approaching you, "My wife, dear wife, Wife...Am I not your husband?"

One, two, three seconds passes before your head flies back, "Ha ha ha! Ha ha ha!", the man joins you as he kneels down and wipes away the tears, "You have a role to play...and so do I."

"Ride to the nearest inn."

With that, you finally rest after days of traveling and misery. The journey lasted for a blink of an eye as you sleep in the carriage.

You slowly begin to relax as hands coated in warmth and precious oils begin to remove the layers of filth. On the bed, Testsurō watches as the maids bathed you, his hazel eyes scanning your figure. And after a moment he asks, why, so softly that you almost missed it.

Turning to him you smile, "I went back for the house", "...You live in a castle five times larger", humming you start playing with the water, "But that house belongs to me."

Your husband raises an eyebrow and you couldn't help but chuckle, "That house once belonged to my mother, left behind by my uncle who passed away at a young age. In order to keep the title and house, she married my father since he was the best suitor around...who would've thought that he'd kill her to bring in his mistress and her daughter?", you sneer.

Testsurō answers back, "That house belongs to your father then, since he is the baron", and he notices the way your eyes harden, "Don't be foolish, how could a commoner such as him gain rights to a noble property?"

A smile slowly grows on his face, "Well, he does now since you've wedded another house. And he'll live in it until he dies, with his mistress and her bastard."

He doesn't hide the way he's attempting to lure you into another dance, and you can't seem to care anymore. You've gone from living with a monstrous man, to being sold and taken by the devil, and facing rejection from the sullied side of your blood. You were so close to ending it all, until the devil saved you. If he wants to dance, who are you to stop him?

"Indeed he does, and my heart aches at the thought of it...whatever shall I do?", your eyes close as the maid pours water over your head.

You don't have to see to know how Testsurō's eyes glow red and trace the streams down to your neck, curving over your breasts, and rejoining the pool. But what you don't expect is for him to excuse the maids and take over the responsibility. His cool hands glide across your skin, gently moving you until your back presses against his toned chest.

The black haired man's lips are stuck to your neck, and you melt against his touches. Suddenly, you feel the sharp graze and it awakens you into freezing. You know that it will feel good, but the reminder of the stabbing puncture and how it forced you into a pit of drunken pleasure makes you fight.

Testsuro is much stronger, but he allows you to shove him away with a wave of water. Hazel eyes see your curled figure, the hands around your neck, your distorted face. A good man would apologise and comfort you, a better man would apologise and leave you alone, but neither of them are your husband. And despite being the devil, your husband believes in fairness in a relationship. He has chosen you as his other, and all is to respect the woman he has chosen...even himself.

"Bite me and rip my neck out", he showcases his flawless neck and leans in, "You will die", your eyebrows furrow but he merely smirks, "I am a monster, a monster does not die in the conventional way."

After a moment of pondering, you grit your teeth and approach him. Your hands grasp at him in such a gentle way, Tetsuro imagines you were just going to nip him. Then his eyes shoot wide open and a choked grunt leaves him before he crumbles in pain. While he does so, you rinse out the metallic coat in your mouth.

Eyes of intrigue watch the way his wound begins to heal itself, the tear threading itself together in a gruesome way. And the act is painful for your husband who sweats and turns pale. You wonder how much more painful his punishment it compared to the sin, surely a monster like him has felt more pain.

"I do say so, Wife, you have a foul mouth for pleasure and pain that even a monster like I fear", you reach out and he returns to your embrace, "Isn't it fitting for something such as yourself?"

He chuckles and kisses your palm, "And how does the devil's wife wish to punish her preys?"

Do make it worthy of our status, he tells you to be sure, as I have a role to play as your husband and a marquess. Your dear father has really done it this time, and you thank him for putting you in this position. Because now he wasn't just insulting you, his daughter, but the marchioness. You smile thinking about it, pondering on what punishment matches the insult. After all an insult to you, is an insult to your husband, and an insult to your husband is an insult to your territory, and when that happens...the knights pick up their swords.

And Tetsurō almost feels like your eyes light up with a redness.

I shall deal with the mistress sleeping in my mother's bed first, the harlot who dared to sell my mother's body to the grave robbers. She is indeed wicked...and so smart, and I have to honour her cleverness. So I will send her to the capital. I heard there is a doctor making significant medicine advancement through studying the dead. We can only imagine what higher skies he can conquer with the living. I pray the books will remember her sacrifices and misery.

Now for her daughter. Such a shameful existence should be contained to a shameful place. She loved to prance about in my jewels, looking for a suitor...so why not spoil her with it? Your men should allow her to bring some of her belongings, it will help her attract customers. We never know, maybe she will get lucky and follow her mother's footsteps as a mistress.

And lastly...my dear father who should've known his place. But of course, greed in engrained in the soul and I have no motivation to remove it. I will send him to the North where he will labour in hunting the beasts. If he succeeds, he will make a name for himself and grow his riches in a proper way. But seeing how fat he is these days, I fear he will become a feast for some lucky feral animal.

"Do you agree, Husband?"

The black haired man feels his pants grow tighter and instantly pounces on you. Your eyes roll back as his fangs sink in, it forces you into an intense orgasm and the whole inn can care your lewd moan.

As he tears off his clothes, Tetsurō growls out, "You have heard Her Ladyship, leave in her honour and return carrying her victory."

As he takes you in the tub, a silver haired knight and his squad rides away with blunt swords. A special request from the marquess, sinners don't deserve clean cuts.

You gasp as his hips collide with yours, "Now you have to play your role, Wife! You will birth two successors, one to be my marquess and the second to be your baron. If you are lucky, you will birth backups for both!", the man grunts.

Letting out a breathy laugh you respond, "T-Then we might as well try f-ah-for a daughter! She'll spoil you in y-your later years when you becomes sentimental!"

He desires nothing more.

Hi Lovelies, I hoped you guys this!

Vampire Kuroo and medieval setting has been controlling my mind for weeks, and now I can finally be free from it. I actually didn't initially think that Kuroo suited the theme, I thought of what it would look in my mind and somehow he just never clicked. Tbh even now I still don't he's the best option, but I really wanted to do a Haikyuu character for this. I'd love to here other character suggestions for this! The ending did get a little dark...oops, I got a little too into it but can you really blame me?!

Anyways, I see you next time ૮꒰˶ᵔ ᗜ ᵔ˶꒱ა˖⁺‧₊˚

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ʜᴀɪᴋʏᴜᴜ ʙᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴜ : 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘵(𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺/n alternative)

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𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐓𝐨𝐨 𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐥 ✯ 𝐓.𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐨

"𝙏𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙛𝙡𝙮, 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙄'𝙢 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙡𝙮𝙯𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝙞𝙩. 𝙄'𝙙 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣"

PAIRING. Kuroo Tetsurou x f!Reader

CONTENT. Angst, break up

Y/N and Kuroo, who once shared a passionate relationship that ended in heartbreak. After their painful breakup, Y/N carries the memories of their time together, fate orchestrates a meeting where Kuroo is wearing the scarf she had given him. As Y/N watches him from a distance, emotions resurface, evoking a flood of bittersweet memories.

WC. 4.5k

A/N. Idk plot is pretty plain and mid for this one. I just like the the writing in this one

Masterlink - Songs Unwritten

The soft glow of chandeliers adorned the elegant banquet hall, illuminating the faces of corporate elites and professionals gathered for the Japan Olympic and Professional Volleyball Company's celebration. Among the attendees was Y/N, an ambitious and passionate young woman, who worked diligently on the corporate side of the organization. Her eyes sparkled with excitement as she mingled with colleagues and exchanged stories of triumphs and challenges.

Amidst the sea of strangers, her gaze was inexplicably drawn to a tall, dark-haired man, Kuroo, who stood in a conversation with fellow associates. He had an air of confidence and a warm smile that seemed to invite her in. He was a part of the Japan Volleyball Association, specifically within the Sports Promotion division.

The soft hum of conversations and the clinking of glasses filled the air at the corporate banquet. Y/N stood amidst the crowd, her eyes scanning the room for familiar faces. She felt a bit out of place, but she knew the event was essential for networking and building connections in her career.

As she sipped her drink, she noticed a group of people engaged in lively banter across the room. Her eyes were drawn to a tall figure with tousled dark hair and a mischievous glint in his eyes. It was Kuroo, and he seemed to be the center of attention.

She reminded herself that networking was her goal, and maybe striking up a conversation with someone as engaging as Kuroo could prove beneficial. Curiosity getting the best of her, Y/N found herself making her way towards him, and as their eyes met, an instant connection sparked between them. Like moths to a flame, they were drawn to each other, their magnetic attraction undeniable. 

Taking a deep breath to steady her nerves, she approached the group and mustered a smile.

"Hi there, mind if I join in?" Y/N asked, trying her best to appear confident.

Kuroo's eyes flickered with surprise, but he quickly broke into a warm smile. "Not at all! The more, the merrier," he replied, his voice tinged with a hint of playfulness.

Introductions were made, and Y/N found herself drawn into the conversation effortlessly. Kuroo had a way of making people feel at ease, and his witty remarks had everyone laughing. As they talked, Y/N discovered that Kuroo shared her passion for volleyball and that they both had worked tirelessly to contribute to the sport they loved.

They exchanged stories of their experiences, the challenges they faced, and the moments of triumph that made it all worthwhile. As they spoke, Y/N realized that beneath Kuroo's charismatic exterior was a genuine love for the sport and a deep dedication to his work.

"I've seen your name in some of the promotional materials for the Japan Volleyball Association," Y/N said, a touch of admiration in her voice. "Your team is doing a fantastic job promoting the sport."

Kuroo's cheeks flushed slightly, and he scratched the back of his head in a bashful manner. "Thanks! It's a team effort, and I'm lucky to work with such passionate people. What about you? I've heard great things about the corporate side of the Olympic and Professional Volleyball Company."

Y/N blushed at the compliment. "I'm just a small part of the team, but I'm proud of the work we do to support the athletes and ensure smooth operations. Volleyball means a lot to me, so being able to contribute in any way feels incredibly rewarding."

Their eyes locked for a moment, and Y/N felt a spark of connection between them. It was as if they understood each other on a deeper level, beyond their shared love for volleyball.

The evening passed in a blur of laughter, shared anecdotes, and the thrill of discovering kindred spirits. As the night wore on, the crowd thinned, and Y/N found herself still engrossed in conversation with Kuroo.

"You know, I was a bit nervous about attending this event tonight," Y/N admitted, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

Kuroo chuckled softly. "You? Nervous? I find that hard to believe. You seem like a natural at navigating these social gatherings."

"I guess appearances can be deceiving," Y/N replied with a shy smile. "But I'm glad I came. Meeting you has been a highlight of the night."

Kuroo's eyes softened, and he leaned in a little closer. "The feeling is mutual. There's something about you that's refreshing and genuine. I'm glad you approached."

Kuroo's charisma was undeniable, an enigmatic magnetism that drew people to him like moths to a flame. From the moment he entered a room, he exuded a vibrant energy that seemed to light up the atmosphere around him. His mischievous grin and playful eyes hinted at a personality that was both charming and approachable.

Confidence exuded from every fiber of his being, but it was never overpowering or arrogant. Instead, it was a quiet assurance that made those around him feel at ease. He had a gift for making people feel valued and heard, as if they were the most important person in the world at that very moment.

Kuroo's humor was infectious, and his witty remarks often left people laughing, the sound of their joy filling the air like a delightful melody. He had a knack for finding common ground with almost anyone he met, effortlessly striking up conversations and building connections that felt genuine and authentic.

His passion for volleyball was palpable, and when he spoke about the sport he loved, his eyes lit up with a fervent fire. It was evident that volleyball wasn't just a job for him; it was a part of his soul. He spoke with such enthusiasm and knowledge that even those unfamiliar with the sport couldn't help but be drawn into his world.

But what truly set Kuroo apart was his ability to listen. When someone spoke, he didn't just hear their words; he listened with genuine interest, absorbing every detail and emotion. He had a way of making people feel seen and understood, as if their thoughts and feelings mattered in the grand tapestry of life.

Time seemed to fly by when in his company, and conversations with him were always filled with intellectual stimulation and heartfelt connections. He was a master of the art of conversation, effortlessly navigating various topics and keeping everyone engaged.

Yet, for all his charisma and charm, there was an air of humility about Kuroo. He never boasted about his achievements or sought attention for his accomplishments. Instead, he focused on uplifting others and celebrating their successes, making them feel like stars in their own right.

In a world where genuine connections were often hard to come by, Kuroo stood out like a beacon of warmth and authenticity. People gravitated towards him not just for his charm, but because being around him made them feel better about themselves and the world around them.

His charisma wasn't a mask he put on for show; it was an intrinsic part of who he was - a genuine, kind-hearted, and passionate soul who left a lasting impression on everyone fortunate enough to cross his path.

As the night drew to a close, Y/N found herself reluctant to part ways. But eventually, they exchanged contact information, promising to keep in touch. As Y/N walked away from the banquet, she couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement in her chest. The connection she had felt with Kuroo was unlike anything she had experienced before, and she couldn't wait to see where it would lead them. Little did she know that their encounter was just the beginning of a passionate and tumultuous journey filled with love and volleyball, intertwining their lives in unexpected ways.

As days turned into weeks, Y/N and Kuroo's relationship blossomed. They shared moments of pure bliss, where time seemed to stand still. Their passion for each other was mirrored in their shared love for the sport of volleyball. They attended games together, cheering on the teams, and reveling in the excitement of every spike and serve.

The sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink as Y/N and Kuroo strolled hand in hand along the bustling streets of Tokyo. Y/N was ecstatic when he finally asked her out.

Kuroo's mischievous grin hadn't left his face since they started their little adventure, and Y/N couldn't help but be infected by his playful energy. He had a way of making even the simplest activities feel like grand adventures.

As they passed a street vendor selling cotton candy, Kuroo's eyes lit up with childlike excitement. "Hey, do you want some cotton candy?" he asked, his eyes twinkling with delight.

Y/N giggled and nodded, the idea of sharing cotton candy with him sounding like the perfect dose of whimsy. They approached the vendor, and Kuroo ordered two fluffy, colorful clouds of sugar.

As they walked along, each holding one end of the cotton candy, they couldn't resist stealing playful bites from each other's treat. The sweet, sugary taste mingled with their laughter, creating a perfect moment of joy and connection.

"Hey, you got some on your nose!" Kuroo teased, pointing to a smudge of pink on Y/N's nose. He leaned in and gently wiped it away with his thumb, making her heart flutter.

"Oh, really?" Y/N replied, trying to keep a straight face before retaliating with her own mischief. She playfully swiped some cotton candy and tried to smush it onto Kuroo's cheek.

He laughed and dodged her attempt, then scooped up a handful of cotton candy, lightly patting it onto her cheek. "Now we're even!" he declared with a grin.

Y/N rolled her eyes playfully but couldn't hide her amusement. Being with Kuroo felt like being carefree, like she could let go of her worries and just enjoy the present moment.

They continued their stroll, their laughter and chatter blending seamlessly with the vibrant city ambiance. Kuroo spotted a street performer juggling colorful balls and decided to join in the fun. He convinced Y/N to stand in as his audience, and he attempted his best imitation of the performer's juggling act, eliciting cheers and applause from his delighted companion.

As the evening wore on, they stumbled upon an arcade filled with flashing lights and enticing games. Kuroo's eyes sparkled with excitement, and he dragged Y/N inside, promising her an unforgettable experience.

They tried their hand at various games, laughing at each other's antics and cheering each other on. Kuroo won Y/N a stuffed animal from one of the claw machines, and she couldn't stop smiling at the thoughtful gesture.

But the highlight of the arcade visit was undoubtedly the dance-off game. Kuroo, who claimed to have some hidden dance moves, stepped up to the challenge. Y/N couldn't stop giggling as she watched him groove to the beat, his exaggerated dance moves earning him a crowd of amused onlookers.

Not one to be left out, Y/N joined him, and they danced together like no one was watching. They spun and twirled, their laughter filling the arcade as they danced to the rhythm of their hearts.

The night had been a whirlwind of laughter, shared adventures, and genuine connection. As Y/N and Kuroo reached the entrance of Y/N's apartment building, they came to a bittersweet realization that their first date was coming to an end.

They stood there for a moment, the city lights casting a warm glow on their faces, neither wanting to say goodbye just yet. Kuroo gently brushed a strand of hair behind Y/N's ear, his touch sending a shiver of anticipation down her spine.

"I had an amazing time tonight," Kuroo said softly, his eyes locked on hers. "Thank you for making it so special."

Y/N's heart skipped a beat as she replied, "I had an amazing time too. You made every moment unforgettable."

There was a brief pause, as if time stood still between them, before Kuroo leaned in slowly. His lips met hers in a tender and hesitant kiss, filled with all the emotions they had shared throughout the night - joy, excitement, and an unspoken promise of something more.

The kiss was soft and sweet, a gentle exploration of each other's feelings. It felt like the perfect culmination of their connection, a moment of vulnerability and trust shared between two souls who had found something extraordinary in each other.

As they pulled away, Y/N's cheeks flushed with a mixture of excitement and shyness. Kuroo's eyes sparkled with affection, and he cupped her cheek in his hand, his thumb brushing gently against her skin.

"I don't want this night to end," Kuroo confessed, his voice barely above a whisper.

Y/N smiled, her heart swelling with happiness. "Me neither," she replied, her fingers intertwining with his. "But I have a feeling that this is just the beginning."

Kuroo grinned, his playful charm returning. "You're right. I can't wait to see what the future holds for us."

And with that, they lingered for a few more moments, savoring the magic of their first date and the promise of a love that was yet to fully bloom. As they said their goodbyes, Y/N felt a sense of hope and excitement, knowing that she had found someone who made her heart race and brought joy to every moment they spent together.

As she walked into her apartment, she couldn't wipe the smile off her face. The night had been a whirlwind of emotions, and she couldn't wait to see where this newfound connection with Kuroo would lead them. Little did she know that their first kiss was just the beginning of a passionate and transformative journey of love and volleyball, intertwining their lives in ways they could never have imagined.

In the days that followed their first kiss, Y/N and Kuroo found themselves inseparable. Their romance blossomed quickly, fueled by a shared passion for volleyball and an unyielding desire to explore the world together. They embarked on spontaneous adventures, jetting off to different cities to attend volleyball matches and immerse themselves in new cultures.

Every moment they spent together felt like a whirlwind of emotions - laughter, excitement, and an overwhelming sense of connection. They shared tender moments under starlit skies, made beautiful memories as they wandered hand in hand through bustling streets, and dreamt of a future where they could build a life together.

Their love story seemed like a fairytale, with each passing day deepening their affection for one another. Y/N couldn't help but fall more in love with Kuroo's adventurous spirit and the way he made her feel alive. He had a way of sweeping her off her feet, making her forget about the worries of the world as they got lost in each other's company.

But as their relationship progressed, signs of trouble began to emerge. Kuroo's restless nature and frequent travels for work started to strain their connection. Long distances and irregular schedules made it challenging for them to find time for each other. Communication issues crept in, as they struggled to bridge the gap created by the demands of their respective jobs.

Y/N felt a growing sense of insecurity as Kuroo's availability became inconsistent. She cherished the moments they had together, but when he was away, doubts crept into her mind. She longed for more stability and reassurance, unsure if their love alone could sustain the growing distance between them.

However, their demanding careers often kept them apart for extended periods. Kuroo's responsibilities at the Japan Volleyball Association meant frequent travels and late-night meetings, leaving Y/N feeling lonely and uncertain about their future. Insecurities began to creep into their minds, and they found themselves questioning whether their love alone could sustain their relationship.

Misunderstandings surfaced, leading to arguments that left emotional scars. The pressure of their respective careers added weight to their love, and the rollercoaster of emotions threatened to tear them apart. Y/N couldn't help but wonder if their love was strong enough to endure the trials they faced.

Despite her reservations, Y/N clung to the belief that their love was strong enough to conquer any obstacle. She tried to be understanding and patient, hoping that their deep connection would eventually prevail over the challenges they faced.

They had their moments of bliss, but it became increasingly evident that they were both struggling to find a balance between their individual ambitions and their life as a couple. Kuroo's passion and his demanding career pulled him in different directions, and Y/N found herself yearning for a sense of stability that seemed elusive.

One evening, after a particularly difficult conversation filled with misunderstandings and frustration, Kuroo sat Y/N down with a heavy heart. He explained that the long distances and irregular schedules were taking a toll on both of them, and he didn't want their love to suffer as a result.

"It's not that I don't love you," he said, his voice filled with genuine pain. "But I can't ignore the strain this is putting on us. We deserve to be happy, and right now, I don't think we can find that happiness together."

Y/N felt her heart shatter into pieces as she listened to his words. She had hoped against hope that they could work through their challenges, but Kuroo's honesty laid bare the reality of their situation.

The air between them felt heavy with unspoken emotions as they sat facing each other, their hands intertwined one last time.

"I never wanted this to end," Y/N whispered, her voice trembling with raw vulnerability. "I thought we could overcome anything together."

Kuroo looked into her tear-filled eyes, his heart aching at the pain he was causing. "I know, Y/N," he replied softly, his voice laced with regret. "But it's been so hard, and I don't want to keep hurting you or myself."

Tears streamed down Y/N's cheeks as she fought to find the right words. "Can't we at least try to work through this? We've faced challenges before, and we've always come out stronger."

Kuroo's gaze softened, and he gently cupped her face in his hands. "I wish it were that simple," he said, his voice laced with sorrow. "But we both know that the demands of our jobs aren't going to change anytime soon. It's not fair to ask you to wait for me or to put yourself through this uncertainty."

"But I love you," Y/N whispered, her voice breaking. "Isn't that enough to make it work?"

Kuroo's eyes glistened with tears he refused to shed. "Love is a powerful thing, Y/N," he said, his voice tender. "But it's not always enough. We also need stability, trust, and a sense of being there for each other, and right now, I can't give you those things."

Y/N's heart ached at his words, but she knew he was right. Their love was strong, but it couldn't erase the challenges they faced or the doubts that had crept into their minds.

"I don't want to hold you back," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "If this is what you need to find happiness, then I won't stand in your way."

In tears, she nodded, understanding that they were both grappling with the difficult decision that lay ahead. With a heavy heart, they embraced one last time, cherishing the memories they had created together.

And just like that, their whirlwind romance came to an end. Y/N watched Kuroo walk away, knowing that they had shared something beautiful, but that life had chosen a different path for them.

In the following days, Y/N tried to focus on her work, but Kuroo's absence was a constant ache in her heart. She couldn't shake the memories of their time together, and every sight of a volleyball match reminded her of him. The pain was unbearable, and she felt like a mere rough draft in his life. Like an artist scrapping his work, she imagined crumpling herself up and throwing herself away, but she couldn't erase the memories they shared. Every word, every touch, and every smile were etched in her soul.

The aftermath of the break-up was a tumultuous time for Y/N. As days turned into weeks, she found herself trying to navigate the emotional rollercoaster that came with the end of a meaningful relationship. Waves of sadness, anger, and longing crashed over her, leaving her feeling vulnerable and lost.

At first, Y/N tried to distract herself, throwing herself into work and spending time with friends. But no matter how much she tried to keep busy, thoughts of Kuroo and their time together would creep into her mind, pulling at her heartstrings.

The plaid scarf, the one she had left at his house, became a constant reminder of the love they had shared and the pain of their parting. There were moments when she wanted to reach out to him, to hear his voice and find solace in his presence, but she knew that it was not the right path forward.

It had been a year since Y/N and Kuroo had parted ways, and the pain of their breakup had gradually eased, leaving behind a tapestry of cherished memories.

It was a cold winter evening, and Y/N found herself feeling overwhelmed with the pressures of her job and the uncertainties of her personal life. Seeking solace, she decided to clear her mind by attending a volleyball game at a local stadium.

As she settled into her seat, her gaze was momentarily fixated on a guy in the distance. He was wearing a plaid scarf, one that looked oddly familiar. Her heart skipped a beat, and a sense of nostalgia washed over her as memories of the past flooded her mind.

Her friend, noticing her distraction, nudged her with a playful grin. "Hey, where did your mind wander off to?" he asked, a hint of curiosity in their voice.

Y/N shook her head, trying to shake off the sudden surge of emotions. "Oh, it's nothing," she replied with a small smile, not wanting to delve into the memories just yet.

But her friend, being perceptive, raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure?" he prodded gently. "You seemed lost in thought for a moment there."

Taking a deep breath, Y/N decided to share her feelings. "It's just... that guy over there," she said, nodding toward the guy with the plaid scarf. "He looks like someone I used to know."

Her friend gave her a sympathetic look, understanding the complexity of her emotions. "An old flame?" they asked softly.

Y/N nodded, feeling a mix of nostalgia and uncertainty. "Yeah, he is," she admitted. "We had something special once, but life took us in different directions."

As the volleyball match continued, Y/N couldn't help but steal glances at the guy with the plaid scarf. Memories of their time together flashed before her eyes - the laughter, the inside jokes, and the moments of shared happiness.

Her heart fluttered as she recognized Kuroo, standing with his characteristic charisma and magnetic presence. He looked as charming as she remembered, and her mind couldn't help but recall the memories they had once shared.

As Y/N watched Kuroo from a distance, she couldn't help but be captivated by his natural charisma and charm. It was as if he possessed an invisible magnetism that drew people in, effortlessly making them feel at ease in his presence. Even from afar, she could see how he lit up the room with his smile and how people gravitated towards him like moths to a flame.

Y/N remembered how his laughter had once been her favorite sound, a melody that brought comfort and happiness to her heart. It reminded her of the moments they had shared, the jokes they had exchanged, and the memories they had created together.

As he interacted with others, his playful banter and easygoing nature endeared him to everyone around him. He had a way of making people feel special, as if they were the only ones in the room. Y/N couldn't help but feel a pang of nostalgia, remembering how she had once been the recipient of his charming attention.

She watched as he engaged with the team members, offering words of encouragement and support. His passion for volleyball was evident in every gesture, and Y/N couldn't help but admire his dedication and drive. It was one of the things that had initially drawn her to him - his determination and enthusiasm for the sport they both loved.

Seeing him so comfortable and confident in his element made her heart swell with both admiration and a touch of longing. She missed the connection they had shared, the way he had made her feel alive and understood. The memories of their passionate romance flooded back, and for a moment, it was as if time had folded upon itself.

But she knew that the distance between them was not just physical; it was the emotional chasm that had grown between their paths. Y/N had learned to cherish the memories they had shared, but she also knew that sometimes love, no matter how intense, couldn't overcome the challenges they faced.

As she continued to watch Kuroo, she realized that the charisma and charm she had once fallen for were still very much a part of him. 

What she felt could only be described like the last page of a book you were so engrossed in; you turn it, and it's over. Just like that. No grand finale, no dramatic exit, just a silent, haunting conclusion.

And yet, what lingers are the what ifs. Those two simple words hold so much power, so much weight. What if she had said this instead of that? What if she had fought harder? What if she had been more patient, more understanding? What if they had taken a different path, a different direction? What if they had stayed together?

The what ifs seem to taunt her, playing like a broken record in our minds. They're relentless, gnawing at our hearts like a persistent ache. Revisiting the memories, the laughter, the shared dreams, and the promises that were once so tenderly exchanged. And in those moments of reflection, the what ifs become more vivid, more tantalizing, and more painful.

As Y/N turned away, her heart heavy with the weight of memories and unspoken emotions, she couldn't help but whisper to herself, "I remember it all too well." It was a love that had left an indelible mark on her soul, a love that she would always carry with her, despite the pain it had brought. And as she walked away from the sight of Kuroo, she knew that some loves were meant to leave a lasting ache, a bittersweet reminder of what once was, and what could never be again.

©Minarixx 2023 - please don't copy, repost or translate without my knowledge credit or permission.

[alienaiver]

Masterlist for my 'Oily Encounters' series following Kuroo in equally compromising and embarassing situations as he first meets you and then tries to woo you, his beautiful neighbor. A mischievous cat, oils and friends help the situation progress.

They can all be read seperately but have a continous story development. They're genderneutral, poc friendly and body size inclusive. The final part includes a chronic pain reader ✨

Link to AO3 series!

Part one: Tuna Oil

The cat is missing from Kuroo's third floor apartment; there's nothing else to do but bring out the cabinet's finest tuna and hope for a miracle! Luckily, you show up with the unexpected find.

Part two: Truffle Oil

Meeting you wasn't chance; Kuroo needs to get to know you more, to talk to you more. To Kenma's dismay, he is now the sole supporter in helping to make this happen. Kuroo's whipped for you and it's obvious to everyone but you, it seems.

Part three: Garlic Oil

You're able to disregard Kuroo's habit of getting himself into a mess and schedule a date. However, a pain flare makes you unable to go for the planned activities. Kuroo doesn't mind though; any activity including you is perfectly acceptable.

© alienaiver 2024.

[kuroosprettyprincess]

I had this idea of Kuroo being your brothers best friend who just can’t help but want you😅 I have a whole fic planned but just wasn’t sure if anyone would be interested.

Butttttttt, if you are :) please let me know since I would love to release this whole thing hehehehe. Please enjoy 💕

I do not take credit for this picture !

For as long as you could remember, no one was ever good enough for you. In the eyes of your brother, no one truly deserved to be with you. And even if they thought they stood a chance, he would do anything in his power to change their minds. You knew he did it protect you. But is was tiring.

And there was no negotiating with your older brother, because it all ended with your s/o running to the emergency room with Niagara Falls gushing out of their nostrils. It always just ended that way. You were tired of bawling your eyes out. Begging him to give them a chance. That they were the one.

But at the end of the day, it always ended with you crying yourself to sleep. Hoping to forget what you had with them.

So, you gave up. You gave up on even trying or giving your attention to another guy. You gave up on looking for happiness with another being. You gave up on love.

Well that’s what you had planned. You knew it was inevitable. Or so you thought……..

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Because who in the right mind would have ever seen this coming. The idea of you getting fucked raw, bent over on your kitchen counter at 3 o’clock in the morning by your brothers best friend. But it was no idea, it was happening.

Who would have thought Kuroo would be whispering sweet nothings into your ear as he reached further inside of you.

Such ideas never even crossed your mind for a second. But you like it. And he does too. But how would your older brother react?

Would he like the idea of that?

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[lale-txt]

𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄, 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃 (𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐨 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫) ❦ 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞: 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫

♫ boygenius - we're in love

I can't imagine you without // The same smile in your eyes // There is something about you // That I will always recognize

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The day you meet the love of your life, it’s pouring. 

Heavy gray clouds hang upon the sky, hiding whatever bit was left of the autumn sun. It’s quiet in the shop with the exception of Jiji purring on the counter next to you and an old vinyl playing softly somewhere at the other end of the shop, in the corner with the heavy armchairs that usually invite you to lounge and take a rest in them.

Ever since you unlocked the doors this morning, not a single visitor has dropped by, and you get it, you really do. You wouldn’t want to step outside in this weather either–which now reminds you that you forgot your laundry in the backyard before the rain came down. Nothing new.

With a heavy sigh you put down the necklace you’ve been working on all morning. It is delicate and golden–or rather, it used to be golden before time took its toll on the beautiful piece. The clasp is broken as well but you’re determined to kindle the entire thing so it could be worn again, adorning someone’s neck just like it did a century ago. It’s what you’re good at. Fixing things others have abandoned, cradling it in your palms and listening to the stories they have to tell. 

There’s a million stories stored in the walls of your shop, and even the shop itself had a story of its own, loved and preserved by women of generations before you. It’s your turn now. 

If someone would ask you if you can get rich by selling and restoring antiques, you’d laugh out loud. When you inherited the building from your grandmother last year, all your savings went into breathing new life into the shop and the two apartments above it. A new name, fresh color to the window frames, peeling off layers of wallpapers, questionable and never-ending DIY projects… you’ve been through all stages of grief within these walls. 

All of it, you did alone. It’s fine, you tell yourself. You found your purpose, chose this life of solitude over anything else. You have Jiji, and you have the regulars dropping by, some who remember the shop from when your grandmother still ran it. There’s the book club meeting once a month, and the literature students who spend hours browsing the dusty bookshelves filled with an endless number of novels, often older than them and with notes from the past scribbled on these yellowed pages.

It’s not like you’re lonely; it’s just that some nights, when you lie in bed, staring at the night sky through the open roof window, you wonder what it would feel like to be held, to be adored, to be handled as delicately like the broken pieces finding its way over your threshold. There’s this quiet ache in your chest that just won’t go away.

Maybe it’s a burden, you think. Being surrounded by evidence that love was there once. Maybe it’s a blessing, too. Being the one to preserve all of this, to not let these stories be forgotten.

The ancient doorbell chimes and snaps you out of your thoughts. You put the broken necklace aside, out of reach for Jiji who also wakes with new life at the sound of a visitor arriving. He stretches and yawns, ears perking up and sharp yellow eyes seeing him before you do. 

“Hi, I’m here for the vacant apartment?” 

He’s drenched. Head to toe, dripping wet. He stands in the doorframe, probably not wanting to step inside, considering how cramped the aisles are and the small puddle forming at his feet. One of his hand clutches around one of the flyers you hung up at the local supermarket and other small businesses nearby, like the pottery shop down the street and the bar a few blocks away. The internet wasn’t really for you, and so you relied on the oldschool way to promote the apartment for rent upstairs. 

It’s hard not to stare. Long black strands sticking to his forehead, the white shirt–now seethrough–clinging to his chest, tucked into a pair of suit pants. The broad shoulders and the even broader smile. The warmth he radiates.

It’s as if he brought a new dawn. 

You realize you should probably say something instead of just slow-blinking at him, but you’re a little too stunned to do so. Jiji jumps down from the counter and trots towards the stranger with his tail up in the air, rubbing against his legs like the natural charmer he is. If only you had a crumb of whatever this cat had going on for him, you’d be lucky. 

“Sorry, did I get the wrong address? It said ‘The Heirloom’ but maybe I’m mistaken and–”

“No, no. You’re good. I hung these up.” 

You point at the paper in his hand and a small sense of relief washes over his face, followed by another smile. Why is he so good at smiling, you wonder. You didn’t know this was a talent someone could have. Smiling. You walk around the counter towards him, almost tripping over the carpet edge as you do, but you manage to steady yourself on one of the antique drawers. 

“Do you wanna see it? It’s right upstairs, just–I mean, should I get you a towel or something first? I’m afraid you’ll catch a cold like that.” 

He laughs and something inside of you flutters. Oh, no.

“I’d love to see it and I guess I could also need a towel, yes. Came here by bike and just… got a little caught up in the rain,” he replies and when you wave him inside, he goes and shuts the door behind him. It all feels strangely intimate all of sudden. You get your keys and lock the shop door, turning the sign in the window over from ‘open’ to ‘closed’. It’s not like anyone would drop by in this weather, but you didn’t feel good leaving the door unlocked while you’re upstairs, showing him the apartment. 

When you turn around again, he’s taken a few more steps inside, looking around with wonder and Jiji now purring in his arm. Towel, you remind yourself. Focus, girl. Focus. It’s almost ridiculous how he makes your attention span shatter. 

You peel your gaze away from him towards the backyard, where your freshly washed towels are still hung up on the clothesline. Ah, well. Change of plans then. 

“Wait here for a second, I’ll get you something to dry off,” you say, pausing when you realize you haven’t asked his name yet. It must be written all over your face.

“Kuroo. Kuroo Tetsuro.” He smiles again and holds out a hand for you, balancing Jiji on the other. You reach out and take it, trying not to think about how warm and calloused his hand is, or how big it is compared to yours, or how his fingers brushed over the inside of your wrists, or how they lingered longer than a regular handshake, or how you wouldn’t mind holding this particular hand a bit longer, or how touch starved this makes you, or–

“I’ll be right back,” you announce, peeling yourself away from him before your heart decides to do something utterly stupid. 

Shortly after you appear again from a dimly lit corner of the store, a bundle of various fabrics in your hands. Meanwhile, Kuroo and Jiji apparently invented a new game that involves catching spiderwebs in high up and hidden corners of the store, with Kuroo holding the cat up Lion King style and Jiji absolutely destroying the forbidden snacks in places he usually can’t reach. You can’t help but laugh at the scene you just walked into and Kuroo gives you a sheepish smile when he turns around towards you again. 

“Jiji already got you wrapped around his little paws, I see,” you hum and you both exchange what you were holding, the cat for the fabric. You nod towards the fitting room in the back of the shop. “Got you some hammam cloth to dry off and a change of clothes… I hope I guessed your size right and you won’t mind if they smell a bit, uhm. Unique. Let’s go with unique. I promise they’re in a good condition, fixed them up myself when I got them.” 

For a moment, Kuroo seems like he wants to protest. Not because you’re overstepping, but because he’s not used to such kindness. He opens his mouth and closes it again, his smile and the tiny wrinkles around his eyes softening. He looks down at the bundle of clothes and runs a hand over them, feeling the fabric. You briefly wonder how tender it must feel, being caressed like this by him. 

“Alright. Thank you,” he mutters and disappears behind the curtain. You go and rummage around somewhere else in the shop in a poor attempt to try calming your fluttering heart.

A few minutes later Kuroo finds you again, his hair still a little damp but not as bad as when he walked in. The clothes you picked out for him fit like a glove and you silently curse yourself. Maybe you should’ve gone for something more oversized because this–this was distracting. A thick white linen shirt and dark woolen slacks, held up by a leather belt. They fit him like a glove, as if he wore them in a previous life.

You clear your throat and show him where to hang up his damp clothes (over the railing that leads upstairs) and then guide him to the vacant apartment one floor above.

It’s an old house, and therefore the apartment is old and full of nooks and crannies as well. The wooden floor creaks a little with every step and the door to the kitchen always gets a bit jammed, but it has the potential to be a home to someone who embraces these small flaws rather than getting annoyed over them. The apartment is not completely empty, you’ve stored a few pieces of furniture up there; the old cabinet that was too big for the shop but too beautiful to get rid of, a small desk from the 19th century that you restored, a kitchen table that looks similar to one your grandmother had in hers, as well a bundle of firewood next to the fireplace that was still intact. 

“I quit my job today,” Kuroo says in passing as he pokes along the apartment, his eyes drinking in everything. You watch him, leaning in the doorframe with your arms crossed in front of your chest, letting out a small laugh. 

“I don’t think you’re supposed to say that kind of thing during an apartment viewing,” you reply. 

It’s not like you care much. You’re not renting out this apartment to make a profit or to get rich; you put it up because in your imagination it’s nice to fill this building with new life again, to hear footsteps other than yours in the morning, and to be able to knock at someone’s door, asking for sugar or to share a newspaper. 

Maybe you really are very lonely. 

You watch Kuroo walk through every room, and you think how right it feels to have him here. It’s as if this place begs for him; like it waited patiently to welcome him with warm and open arms. Paperthin walls waiting to be adorned with his memories, the old clawfoot bathtub soon to be put to use again, the antiquated kitchen range about to be stirred to new life. All the small things that make a home just that–home.

Kuroo looks back at you and it’s as if his gaze carefully peels you apart, layer by layer, till your soul is bare in front of him. You don’t dare to avert your eyes. 

“When are you moving in?”, you ask. Not: Are you interested? Or, I have some other applicants for it, can I call you back in a few days? 

It’s not like you have other applicants to begin with; everyone your age longs for the big city, the hectic buzz of it, the iridescent lights and the whirlwind of emotions it brings. They don’t want to move to the outskirts of it, where time stands still, where love is preserved in brick walls built by people long before you were born. 

This is a place where love can unfold and linger even after the lovers aren’t any longer; where it’s cradled by gentle hands, hands that care, hands that remember.

Hands like Kuroo’s and yours.

Love, you have to cling to it. You have to hold onto it tightly, pressing it close to your chest and let its light consume you. Leave a carve in your heart and these old door frames, to show that you were here, that you have loved once. 

“Tomorrow, if that’s okay.” 

a/n: this was supposed to be 500 words idk what happened. thought of Kuroo and blackedo out, what else is new. anyway happy kuroocember everyone!! i can already tell that this will be one of my favorite stories to write ahhh

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𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 - 𝐚. 𝐦𝐢𝐲𝐚 [𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚜]

notes: idk what i'm doing. i've never gone to uni so i don't know too much about it personally. i don't know what majors they would all be and am mostly just guessing rn- if you have any idea, feel free to lemme know. i need the help lmao. <3 also pls ignore the fact that the icons aren't all the same size i'm too tired and lazy to do that rn-

chapter one: "mrs kwan is my sugar daddy."

««•◦ ✪ ◦•»»

╰┈➤ ❝Y/n L/n, year 2 english major. ❞

❝fuck this shit i'm out.❞

╰┈➤ ❝Atsumu Miya, year 2 kinesiology major. ❞

❝get your stank ass back here.❞

╰┈➤ ❝Kōtarō Bokuto, year 3 kinesiology major. ❞

❝hey, hey, hey, don't fuck this up for me okay?❞

╰┈➤ ❝Kei Tsukishima, year 1 art history major. ❞

❝you guys are annoying.❞

╰┈➤ ❝Keiji Akaashi, year 2 english major. ❞

❝y/n told me to say it.❞ 

╰┈➤ ❝Osamu Miya, year 2 buisiness major. ❞

❝i make the best onigiri. and i will fight you on that.❞

╰┈➤ ❝Rintarō Suna, year 2 kinesiology major. ❞

❝suck a nut.❞

╰┈➤ ❝Tetsurō Kuroo, year 3 kinesiology & buisiness major. ❞ (IDK)

❝kitty needs treats.❞

╰┈➤ ❝Kenma Kozume, year 2 buisiness major. ❞ 

❝leave me alone to die.❞

╰┈➤ ❝Shōyō Hinata, year 1 kinesiology major. ❞

❝you look like you could use a hug.❞

[angelcake-69]

I'm back with the next part!!

Hope yall enjoy ✧(｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

Kuroo x Reader

Chapter 4) Weekend 🙌🤭

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3]

Y/ns P.o.v

The next day was Saturday so I met up with Casey and Cheyenne to go to the mall and, hopefully, find some nice matching dresses.

"So, what color should we do? Or maybe we'll have matching patterns instead?" I asked them.

"Hmm.. I think polka-dots are nice.. or maybe we can each get red dresses." Casey said.

Cheyenne nodded. "Ya, I think red would be good." She said.

"Maybe we can do red polka-dots.. or red dresses with white polka-dots!" I said happily.

"Lets get red dresses with white polka-dots." Casey said.

"Yeah, that sounds good!" I replied and Cheyenne agreed. "Lets go look for some!"

We continued walking around the mall, looking for red dresses with white polka-dots. We eventually found ourselves in a store with beautiful dresses, shoes, and accessories. We looked around in awe. As we spotted dresses that looked exactly like what we were looking for, we took them to the front counter. Casey decided to get a white pair of heels and some earrings, while i got some red heels and Cheyenne got black heels and earrings. We happily continued walking after we paid for our things.

"I can't wait for the festival!" I happily shouted.

"Me either! Its gonna be so fun!" Cheyenne shouted aswell.

"Yeah, we're gonna get so much yummy food there!" Casey shouted.

"Of course thats what you're thinking about." Cheyenne said.

"You're always hungry~" I said teasingly to Casey.

"So what? I like to eat~" Casey replied.

We continued joking as we walked until we became hungry. We decided to head to the food court and get some stuff separately before we met up at a table together. Casey got some Chinese food, Cheyenne got a burger and fries, and I got two slices of pizza. As we sat down to eat, someone slid a couple of chairs to our table.

"Fancy seeing you ladies here," He said. I looked at him, it was Kuroo and Kenma.

'Damnit why is he here? Casey and Cheyenne are gonna make jokes about us being on a date now!' I thought.

"Oh, hey Kuroo," I told him. He smiled and waved."Hi, Kenma!" Cheyenne said happily as Casey waved to them.

"Hey guys," Casey said.

"What are you guys doing here?" I asked, genuinely curious.

"Kenma wanted a new video game so I took him here to get it! Then I saw you lovely ladies here." Kuroo replied.

I couldn't help the blush that came up on my face when he called me lovely, although it quickly went away when I chuckled as I saw the face Casey made at being called lovely.

“Ew, I'm not lovely." She said. Kuroo chuckled.

"Oh, come on, don't be like that. You're delightful and certainly very lovely~" Kuroo teased her.

Casey had a look of disgust on her face. "Ugh, don't talk to me like we're in a 1950s romance story.." Casey said in an annoyed tone.

I chuckled at her misery.

Kuroo laughed and turned to me. "So what're you guys doing here?" Kuroo asked curiously.

"We were getting matching dresses to wear to the festival." I happily told him.

"Sounds fun. Can I see the dresses?" He replied.

"Oh, sure!" I said as i pulled my dress to show it to him.

"Wow, thats pretty. Bet you'll look nice in it." He said as he looked at the dress.

"Thanks! Casey and Cheyenne have the matching dresses." I told him.

"Nice, hey Kenma! Maybe we should match!" Kuroo said excitedly. Kenma shrugged and nodded.

"Sure." He replied before going back to his game.

We all talked for a bit, changing topics every now and then. After we finished our food, we walked around the mall for a while before we left.

~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•Timeskip ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•

After we left we walked home together, Casey and Cheyenne waved goodbye and left. I was yet again, left alone with Kuroo and Kenma. It was less awkward than the first time and we were talking the whole time, Kenma even joined in. When we made it to my house I unlocked the door and opened it, then the kitten came up to me and rubbed against my legs.

“Oh thats where she's been.” Kuroo said from behind me.

“What?” I responded.

“She was a stray cat right? I used to feed her over the summer until she stopped showing up, I was wondering what had happened to her.” Kuroo replied.

“Awe, that's sweet. Well, I've been taking care of her.” I said as I picked her up.

“It's nice to know she's safe and in good hands.” He replied, “Well, I better get going. See ya.” Kuroo said as he waved. I waved back and headed inside.

~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•Timeskip ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•

The next day I woke up early to head out and get some things for the kitten, which I still need a name for. I got dressed in a cute outfit and did my hair and makeup. I picked up the kitten and headed out.

~•~•~•~•~•~•

When I made it to the pet shop, appropriately named ‘Shop 4 Pets’, I grabbed a shopping cart and set the kitten down in it.

“Alright.. I need cat food, a cat bed, maybe a scratching post?, hmm… I also might wanna grab some toys.” I spoke to myself as I walked down the aisles.

I looked at a few things and grabbed what I needed and a few more things aswell. As I continued looking around I bumped into someone.

“We gotta stop meeting like this.” The person said in a joking tone. I looked up to see Kuroo.

I chuckled . “Yeah.. what're you doing here?” I said.

“Oh, I just like seeing the animals. And I was gonna ask you, but I just saw this little cutie.” He said as he scratched her head. The kitten purred.

“Yeah, I'm getting stuff for her. Anyways how are you?” I said as I began to walk to the register to get checked out.

“I've been good, not much has happened since last night. What about you?” He said.

“Yeah, I'm good! Me and the kitten were just hanging out.” I said as the cashier began scanning my items.

“Nice, mind if I join you guys?” He replied.

“No not at all, it'll be nice having someone who will respond to me.” I joked.

He smiled. When the cashier told me my total I almost fainted.

‘22,000 yen!!?? How did that happen? Well I guess I did get a bit more than I needed… but this is way too much for me to afford!’* I thought as I began to tell the cashier to take some items off before Kuroo stopped me.

“Nah, I'll help you pay.” He said as he handed the cashier some yen.

“Kuroo, you don't have to do that!” I quickly said while grabbing his arm.

“Nah, I don't mind.” He said as he paid for half of the stuff.

He helped me get the stuff into the cart.

“Seriously, Kuroo. You didn't need to pay for all of that.” I said nervously.

“Nah, I'm happy to help the cat have a nice home. Speaking of the kitty, did you name her yet?” He responded.

“Ugh, I still haven't decided! I can't think of a good enough name.” I whined.

Kuroo chuckled. “Well.. what about Pepper? She's all gray like pepper.” He said.

“That… actually sounds good.” I responded as I looked down at the kitten. “What do you think?” The kitten meowed and purred.

“I think she likes it!” Kuroo said.

~•~•~•~•~•~•

Me and Kuroo continued hanging out as we walked around the shoping center. We talked about lots of different things and we got ice cream and treats for Pepper. When the sun started coming down we began to walk home.

“Man, that was great!” I said happily as I finished my ice cream.

Kuroo nodded. “Yeah, it was nice hanging out with you!” He responded cheerfully. “We should hang out more!”

“Yeah, definitely!” I said as we approached my house. “Thanks for walking with me!” I told him.

“No problem, you're great company!” He responded. “Oh and before I forget!” He handed me a slip of paper. “Here's my number, I'll add you to the team group chat. You can add Casey and Cheyenne to the group chat also.” He told me.

“Oh thanks! I'll talk to you later.” I said before we hugged and he left.

I walked inside my house with Pepper. I sighed as I closed the door.

“Alright, let's get ready for bed Pepper. I got school tomorrow.”

[belphgr]

Day 9 | 20.2.2023

Prompt: a stupid kuroo x reader drabble that i scrapped

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WC: 593

kuroo x gn! reader

> set in highschool / before time-skip

> reader is kinda mean here

warnings: reader curses a couple of times, ooc kuroo 

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“hey, sweetheart,”

you stop what you were doing to look up at kuroo, leaning against the doorway of your classroom as he waits for you to finish packing up so he could walk you to your club. his signature smirk on his face makes you sigh and internally roll your eyes.

“hey, kuroo.”

“how many times do i have to tell you to call me tetsurou? or better yet-”

“no, so are you going to walk me to my club or not?”

“ah, so you do want me to-,”

“you’ll follow me anyway so i might as well not make a fuss,”

“ack! you’re so cold, love,”

“you knew what you were signing up for,” you finally finish putting away your school supplies and walk past kuroo, who was still leaning against the doorway.

you hear the sound of desks bumping into each other and a ‘crap!’ before you sense his presence walking beside you. you can feel him staring a

“so… are you free this weekend?”

“yes,”

“wanna go out? there’s a new coffee shop that just opened-”

“no,”

“why do you always have to cut me off? but anyway, c’mon, [ ___ ]. just one date? you like me enough to ‘’tolerate’’ me, you have to at least find me cute,”

you’ve had this conversation before. thing is, you do find him cute. who wouldn’t? his dorky science jokes make you smile internally, how you want to kiss his cocky grin right off his stupid face, and the way he looks at you when he thinks you don’t notice- absolutely smitten, completely in love, eyes shining like he can’t believe you really exist.

you want to strangle the fucking idiot who told kuroo to act like- well, not himself as a method of asking you out.

but you aren’t going to accept a date when he’s trying to put forth some dumb suave act for you, you want a confession coming from kuroo tetsurou; the science nerd you’ve come to know and love, the one who blushes when you wipe food from the corner of his mouth even though he did it on purpose, the volleyball player who knows the periodic table by heart and doesn’t realize he’s singing the song under his breath.

but something tells you he isn’t going to give up that easily, so you figure he needs a little push. or maybe you just want to mess with him a little.

“i did find you cute,”

“exact- wait, excuse me?”

“i said i found you cute,”

“did? what happened?”

“the dumbass who told you to act like one of those boys who unironically make tiktok thirst traps to try and ask me on a date happened,”

“i- no one told me to do anything,”

you turn to look at him incredulously. “are you serious? then you’re just stupid,”

“now you’re just being mean,”

before answer, you see you’re clubroom from here, so you’ll have to make this short.

“look, tetsurou. i’m not going out with you until you ask me properly. i don’t want you to call me pet names to try and woo me into falling into your arms,”

“you’re not exactly giving me much to work with here,”

“you’re a big boy, you’ll figure it out.”

you turn to face him when you arrive, and you figure you could give him a little encouragement.

you pull him by the tie and give him a light peck on the cheek, and when you pull away, his face could compete with his jersey. 

“for luck,” you tease.

[kyokikikie]

ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇᴡɪᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ ᴀʟʙᴜᴍ - ʟᴀᴜꜰᴇʏ

masterlist(⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠) <— normal masterlist.

✩Second Best (T. Kuroo)

➤ " you were my everything, I'm just your second best. " (tetsuro kuroo x reader)

in which, Y/n realises that she will never be the first person in his heart.

(haikyuu)

• ılıılıılılııılııılı-3.21

✩California and me

(T. Kageyama)

➤ "holding back my tears, I couldn't make you stay."

In which no matter how hard she begged, cried, pleaded, he would not change his mind on his career.

(haikyuu)

• ılıılıılılııılııılı-3.37

✩Lovesick (H. Umemiya)

➤ " when the gold rays fell on my skin and my hair got caught in the wind " (hajime umemiya x reader)

in which He couldn't stop appearing in her dreams after the day that they met.

(wind breaker)

• ılıılıılılııılııılı-3.47

✩From the start (H. Sakura)

➤ " oh but when I talk to you, Cupid walks right through and shoots an arrow through my heart. " (haruka sakura x reader)

in which two friends struggle to notice each other's feelings, only till someone points it out.

(wind breaker)

• ılıılıılılııılııılı-2.52

✩Bewitched (S. Todoroki)

➤ " you bewitched me from the first time that you kissed me, waited all night then we ran down the streets in the late London light." (shoto todoroki x reader)

in which shoto storms out of his house met his childhood friend along the way.

(my hero academia)

• ılıılıılılııılııılı-4.07

[prime-adeptus]

THANK U, NEXT : A WRITING COLLAB

hello! as a thank you all for the warm welcome in the x reader community, i wanted to do something we could do together! :D

RULES

18+ only; nsfw and dark content are allowed. of course, you can also submit sfw fics if you'd like, but please be above the age of 18!

multifandom; you can write for whichever animanga/game character you'd like as long as it's a reader insert.

a maximum of three fics are allowed per track. there also isn't a minimum word count — as long as you have fun writing, that's what matters!

you can do two songs if you'd like, just let me know the details :)

when you post your entry, use the tag #tuncollab, tag me and link to this post!

to join, simply send me an ask with the song you want, the character you'll be writing for, the rating, and any content warnings necessary. we don't have to be mutuals for you to join!

[updated jan 6th] there is no deadline <3 go at your own pace

TRACK #1 : IMAGINE

IMAGINE | nanami kento x reader | by k9nto

nsfw | afab reader | billionaire! nanami, old high school acquaintances to lovers; cunnilingus, cum eating, marking, multiple orgasms, breeding kink, discussions of pregnancy.

TRACK #2 : NEEDY * full!

haitani rindou x reader | by fubu18writes

rating & tags tba

hisagi shuhei x reader | by fubu18writes

rating & tags tba

NEEDY | sano manjiro (mikey) x reader | by sin-and-punishment

nsfw | female reader | manila mikey, light angst & fluff

TRACK #3 : NASA

jean kirstein x reader | by chaotic-nick

nsfw | guy best friend! jean

oliver aiku x reader | by kakujis

rating may change

TRACK #4 : BLOODLINE

fushiguro megumi x reader | by bleach-your-panties

nsfw | female reader | crack, angst

TRACK #5 : FAKE SMILE

izuru kira x reader | by bleach-your-panties

more tags tba

kageyama tobio x reader | by pparadiselost

nsfw | female reader | more tags tba

TRACK #6 : BAD IDEA

bad idea (forget about it, forget about me) | by bioticlaw

nsfw | female reader | fwb, unrequited pining, unhealthy relationships, angst.

getou suguru x reader | by nutheadgeenat

nsfw | more tags tba

haitani ran x reader | by ranphobic

nsfw | more tags tba

TRACK #7 : MAKE UP

ryuguji ken (draken) x reader | by h8ani

nsfw | more tags tba

scaramouche x reader | by hiperacid2

nsfw | more tags tba

TRACK #8 : GHOSTIN * full!

GHOSTIN’ | hanma shuji x reader | by kiirsteiins

nsfw | gender neutral reader | major character death, kanto incident spoilers, graphic depictions of violence and gore, mentions of suicide ideation, canon divergence, aged up characters | smut tags incl. penetrative sex, fingering (reader receiving), pet names.

gojo satoru x reader | by kakujis

nsfw | female reader | more tba!

GHOSTIN | mitsuya takashi x reader | by h8ani

nsfw | female reader | major character death, grief, mentions of blood, mentions of a panic attack, hurt/no comfort. | smut tags incl. unprotected sex.

TRACK #9 : IN MY HEAD

fushiguro toji x reader | by nova-amor

nsfw | female reader | more tags tba

geto suguru x reader | by shidouryusm

nsfw | more tba

gojo satoru x reader | by tteokdoroki

rating may change! | female reader | more tags tba

TRACK #10 : 7 RINGS * full!

bokuto koutarou x reader | by sunarc

nsfw | female reader | more tags tba

hinata shoyo x reader | by shoyostar

nsfw | female reader | more tags tba

kuroo tetsurou x reader | by quaranweeb

nsfw | more tags tba

TRACK #11 : THANK U, NEXT

itadori yuji x reader | by sukxma

suggestive/nsfw | more info tba

TRACK #12 : BREAK UP WITH YOUR GIRLFRIEND, I'M BORED * full!

diluc ragnvindr x reader | by hiperacid2

nsfw | more tags tba

imaushi wakasa x reader | by wakashawty

nsfw | female reader | more info tba

ryuguji ken (draken) x reader | by sin-and-punishment

nsfw | female reader | more info tba