#kuroo tetsurou x y/n

[irisintheafterglow]

a snowball collides with the glass doors leading to the backyard of the rental house, a dull thunk the only disturbance to your afternoon peace. you hear an apologetic sorry, babe! from a familiar figure bundled in a black coat, gloves, and red hat.

"was that a snowball or a bear?" tsukki grumbles from the other side of the huge L-shaped couch. his forearm is thrown over his eyes, glasses abandoned on the nearest side table. until a minute ago, he was actually able to get a little bit of rest after the boys in his room were talking nonsense until three in the morning.

"snowball, though it might as well been thrown by a bear. volleyball players and your arms and such," you reply without looking up from your book. tsukki grunts in assent and you fall back into a comfortable silence.

besides the occasional screams of triumph from the boys brawling with snowballs outside, your surroundings are serenely calm. since you woke up, a continuous powdering of snow fell on the trees, the roof, and the outside deck. with the more energetic boys declaring war on each other via snowballs, you and the calmer holiday-goers decided to make hot chocolate and watch the time creep by.

"i finally found it," akaashi announces as he returns to the living room, holding up the book he'd been digging around his bag for. "it was buried under bokuto's ungodly amount of socks."

"you sure it wasn't a few of your socks as well, considering how you've begun sharing clothing?" your eyebrows raise in amusement at the hoodie that was definitely not his, loudly printed with a huge owl with glowing yellow eyes. akaashi tended to wear more subdued clothing (and never such a large print), so there was only one other inhabitant of the house that could own the sweater...

"look at the pot calling the kettle black. at least mine doesn't have his name labeled on the sleeve," he fires back teasingly. you concede the battle with a defeated shake of your head. you're indeed wearing a crewneck that isn't yours, curled up in your cushioned corner and surrounded by a heinous amount of throw pillows. the sweatshirt is a washed out crimson, adorned with a single silhouette of a black cat and a label on the back that reads 'property of nekoma volleyball club.' the captain's name and number is embroidered on the right sleeve, a customized early christmas present that ended up being a gift for yourself. "it even says you're nekoma property on the back."

"i am no one's property, and he'll be the first to tell you that," you correct and akaashi shrugs before settling next to you on the couch. "trade me that when you're done with it?" you ask, nodding to the book in his hands, a stray fast food receipt barely marking a tenth of the way in.

"if i get done with it," he scowls. "the main characters are burning so slow, i'm gonna be fifty by the time they hold hands."

"and i will be decaying in a casket by the time i achieve peace and quiet." tsukki's voice comes out as a deadpanned grumble and you share a guilty look with akaashi, poorly hiding your smiles. "finally some quiet..."

his declaration of serenity is cut short by the sliding door abruptly being thrown open, and the participants in the snowball war piling back inside.

"guess who won the greatest fight since the trash battle!" the third year setter from karasuno, sugawara, stomps into the cabin while the rest of his teammates cheer and boast of their victory. they overrun the kitchen and fight over the last mugs of hot chocolate, scavenging for fistfuls of mini marshmallows.

"totally unfair, bokuto kept switching sides," lev grumbled while shaking the snow from his boots. "he was playing for us and then jumped ship."

"it's not my fault they were getting beaten so badly in the beginning," bokuto shrugs with his palms up in surrender. "i consider my presence an attempt to fix the playing field, not an advantage." you scooch closer to the armrest as bokuto joins akaashi on the couch, draping an arm around his shoulders with practiced ease.

"it's barely an advantage when you and hinata alone could have been your own team," konoha points out. you tune out the rest of the boys' bickering, a grin growing on your face once the very last volleyball player re-enters the cabin. he tosses his hair from side to side and particles of snow fly off like cat hair before finding you.

"hey beautiful," tetsurou murmurs, leaning over the side of the couch to plant a kiss on your cheek. his face is freezing in stark contrast to the warmth radiating from the fire. "miss me?"

"terribly," you reply, nudging your nose against his. there were still tiny snowflakes on his nose bridge and you brush them off with your sleeve. "heard you got your ass kicked in a snowball fight."

"it was a draw," he dodges and you chuckle. "i like that sweater on you."

"yeah, my boyfriend's a captain," you not-so-humbly brag and his smile grows wider. you'd never seen someone's eyes sparkle before you met him. "he's pretty hot, too. even after spending an hour in the snow."

"he sounds like a pretty great guy." he leans in to kiss you properly but is suddenly yanked away by another resident of the house.

"stop being cute, i wanna play uno!" bokuto booms, dragging your boyfriend to the game cabinet so he can reach the top-most shelf.

"can we put stakes on it? makes it more fun." noya practically bounces off the leather couch ottoman, a mug of hot chocolate steaming in his hand.

"losers have to cold-plunge in the lake," tsukki suggests, unblinking, with an evil glint in his eye.

"shoyo would probably die, i think," a mortified yamaguchi responds. that's the point, tsukki's face explains wordlessly.

"what about losers have to make dinner?"

"well that's not fair, because crows would be making dinner two nights in a row," akaashi innocently points out, but the jab is not lost on any of you. "yeah, i do think i can beat daichi--"

"this game seems a little too aggressive for me," asahi mutters. "can i team with the other third-years?"

"that's not how uno works, my friend. no mercy for anyone," sugawara says, patting his fellow crow sympathetically on the shoulder. "not even kageyama, who i don't think has ever played this game."

"who the hell said i needed mercy?"

"winning players get the master suite," your boyfriend decides with an expression that the others didn't dare contest. "for the rest of the trip." that sends a noticeable ripple of excitement through the players, the raised stakes pinning the bullseye on their competitive natures. you raise your eyebrows in amusement and tetsurou's eyes darken in a look that you know all too well.

he desired total victory, and he didn't play when it came to you.

[violetsoju]

"Help me."

You peer over your shoulder to the source of the voice, raising an eyebrow.

“Pretty please?”

“Well, ‘pretty’ meaning as in you. Pretty. Beautiful. Stunning. Gorgeous. Amazing. Jaw-dropping.”

Kuroo knows he has charmed his way with his silly request with your soft chuckles.

“You’re telling me,” You point your makeup brush at him, “As someone who wears a tie to work every day in a suit, you don’t know how to tie a tie?”

“Well, it’s a Saturday.” He reasons, taking small steps across the room towards you. “Ties are for working days. Today is a non-working day. So I’m afraid,” He presents the dark maroon tie before you with both hands as if on a silver platter. “It is out of my ability to tie a tie today.”

You stare at the tie in his hands for a few seconds, analysing his words while giving him a sceptical look.

The air is tense with unspoken words and judgement weighing down one another. Neither party backing down from the intense showdown.

“Fine.” You grab the tie from him. “I guess that’s a valid reason.”

It’s a mini celebration for Kuroo as he mutters a small “Yes” under his breath along with a small fist pump. “Thanks, dear. Love you-”

Unfortunately, his celebration is cut short when he sees that the piece of cloth handed over has now turned into a perfect tie.

He doesn’t even have time to recover from his shock when he finds it back in his hands, along with you stepping away from his line of sight.

“There you go, Mr. Out-of-Business-Hours,” You pat his shoulder as you turn back to your vanity table to continue with your makeup. “And why are you hunched like an old man? I know you’re 80 at heart but not physically yet. Posture is important.”

It’s complete silence after a minute. No fabric rustling sounds, no usual happy off-tune humming, no lame dad jokes. Nothing. You slowly put down your blush and turn around carefully.

A hunched stone statue stands behind you. You can’t decide if it’s a pleading look or a betrayed look. You blink, he blinks. You look at the tie, he looks at the tie. You look back up at him, he looks back up at you.

“What are you waiting for? Put it on.” You gesture with your hands to put the tie over your neck at him. “We don’t have much time left. Chop chop!”

That’s the last blow for Kuroo to turn into an absolute deflated balloon.

It’s only when you grab your bag, ready to head out the door when you realise him sitting at the edge of the bed. The maroon tie hangs a little loosely on his neck.

“What’s wrong?” You ask, bending over to fix his tie neatly.

The big pouty baby doesn’t look up to you and continues to stare at the corner of the room. “I thought you would help me tie my tie.”

“I did!”

“You didn’t.”

Kuroo heaves a heavy sigh at your quizzed look. He straightens his back, the little pout still on his lips, and clears his throat. “It should be like this.” He explains. “You,” He gestures to you, “Should drap the tie around my neck and tie it for me while I,” He gestures to himself, “Lower myself down for you to do so.”

“Like how they do it in dramas?” You deduce.

“Like how they do it in dramas!” He exclaims.

“No wonder you were hunched over like an old man just now.”

“Shut up.”

You sigh fondly at the man in front of you. “Aren’t you afraid that I’ll take the opportunity to take revenge for all the fart bombs you dropped on me by pulling the tie a little too tight?” You ask, faux innocence dripping from your sweet smile as you stroke the silky material on his neck.

His growing pout that’s about to fall off his lips tells you that’s enough teasing for the night.

“We’ll do that next time, okay? Come on, we’re running late for our reservation.” It takes all the might in you to wrap a long coat around the big grown man and drag him out of the house, his groans and nags flying out the door.

“Speaking of dramas, don’t guys tower over girls from behind to show them how to do something in order to get closer to them? Like, teaching them how to play a sport, making coffee, or whatever.” You ask as the both of you wait for the lift to arrive.

A small inaudible murmured “Yeah” floats in the cool Autumn air.

“Wait,” You turn him around to face you directly.

“Did you want a back hug instead?”

The sparkle in his eyes answers you, shrunken ears on the top of his head flipped back up like a switch immediately.

“If you want one, you should say so next time.” You hum knowingly, giving him a coy look.

“I want a back hug.” He affirms, his eyes gazing deep into yours with his decision written in it, never firm than ever.

“Right now?”

“Right now.”

Kuroo feels as if the world is all warm and beautiful again when he feels your body on his from behind, as if time has stopped and he has all the time in the world with you. His hands wrap over your arms as he rubs small circles on your skin with his thumb affectionately.

Two warm bodies sway from left to right gently along to the floor numbers flashing on the LED display. “And if you use the magic word,” You tiptoe to rest your chin on his shoulders, whispering in his ears. “There’s an additional bonus.”

“A back hug, pretty please.”

If there’s something that can’t be wiped off Kuroo’s face for the entire night ahead, it’s his dopey yet proud lovestruck grin, and the red lipstick stain on the side of his cheek that blossoms like the colour of his tie.

[mrskodzuken]

Transferred these selfship art pieces that I made for some of my moots from my old art blog @/angrymongol01 here on main, made with Photoshop, between February 2021 and April 2021.

From L to R, first row: Bokuto x @abuliawrites / Kita x @kozutenshi / Kuroo x @manjirosday ; second row: Iwaizumi x @nakizumie / Makki x @mrskurono

Likes are okay, reblogs are better, reposts and plagiarism stuff are frowned upon 🥰 | ALL WORKS BY MADKITTYBLOSSOM © 2021

[spencerrxids]

if you know where’s this from. I love you <3

Stay Forever

Pairing : Kuroo x Reader

Genre : Fluff

Warning : None

Word Count : 197

A/N : Guess the movie reference in the comment! It’s a romcom movie

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"Can I stay a little longer?" He asked, looking at you. Both eyes are locked on eachother.

You look down at his hand, grabbing it slowly. Intertwined your fingers with his. If soulmates are real, then Kuroo is yours. It was as if the gap between your finger are made for him only. His heart raced waiting for your answer as you brought his hand to your lap.

He looks at you softly, eyes filled by so much adoration and his love to you. How could a person makes someone feel so helpless and everything at the same time. You took in the look in his eyes again. Sometimes you feel that you don’t deserve his love, cause frankly you didn’t really believe in love.

The imagine of someone loving another person that much has always been an enigma in your mind. How? Why? You always push everything from your world. Everything on your world has always been temporary. Their presence never last long in your life, but maybe, just maybe this can be the one thing you keep for the rest of your life.

“Stay forever.” You said

And that is all he need to hear.

[qlostick]

sparks | tetsuro kuroo

[ req. + ask. ] (wrote this while procrastinating revising for finals, enjoy the fruits of my poor time management) 

tags & warnings : college! kuroo, pda, kissing, slight (?) nsfw at the end

word count : 642

Blood roars in her ears because he’s here, he’s close and warm; a rupture in the cool breeze that made her fiddle with the hem of her coat. And he’s big. He towers over her, but there’s an absence of a threat... Instead, her bones sing, muscles relax, and a lazy smile crosses her face without realization. The reaction is as natural as breathing, like he was made to be in her presence. 

His arms envelope her shoulders, backpack, thick winter coat and all and she lets out a breath she didn’t notice she was holding. Playfully, he rubs his face against the exposed skin of her neck. 

“Stop Tetsu’, it tickles!” She giggles but makes no effort to shove him off. His laugh is quite possibly the most comforting sound she has ever heard. Deep and rumbling, it vibrates her very being. 

His lips briefly pass her pulse point as he shies away, and her instincts tell her to pull him back. Closer, continue. Please. It takes a physical shake of her head to clear the voice’s wishes from her brain. There are people, and they’re out in the open, where anyone could see. It would be embarrassing, she reasons.

“You should really get a scarf, Y/N. Your cheek is frigid.” A small part of her consciousness registers that he cares enough to look out for her, and it makes blood rush to the scene in question. 

“What are you doing here Kuroo? Don’t you have a class?” The moment the words leave her, she’s upset at herself. Just be happy to see him, idiot. We all know you’re ecstatic.

He recoils at her words, stepping back slightly and the spark fizzles out, leaving her a bit colder than minutes prior. 

“Oh, yeah... I should get going, actually. I just wanted to say ‘Hi.’ before I left.” He missed her. The realization makes her chew her bottom lip and avert her eyes from his, embarrassed. “Well, it was good to see you, Y/N. I’ll see you later.” He offers a small smile and leaves. 

“Tetsurou, wait!” Her legs careen her towards him, every fiber of her being wanting nothing more than to be in his presence again. The instant he hears her speak; he stops. Eager hands grab his arm, almost attaching herself to him. “I missed you too.” She brings his hand up to her lips, placing a soft peck on the back of it. “I’ll see you after your class.”

His lungs fill with a lightness that he can only explain as affection, and his heart feels like it’s about to burst when her gaze meets his. Just skip class. It’s just one, you can always get notes from someone else. 

He pulls her back to him as she drops his hand to return to her route, placing a kiss to the top of her head. She laughs, reminiscent of the noise of twinkling bells. It sends a spark through his veins, and he would like nothing more than to continue making her laugh. 

Her hands are tiny when she presses them to his chest, trying to shove him away with minimum effort. 

“You’re gonna be late, go.” Yet, her cheek continues to rest against his hand with a smile. 

“I don’t want to.”

“You have to. I don’t want you slacking on my account.”

“Oh, there will be no slacking whatsoever when I’m with you.”

This takes her by surprise, but still, she tugs him closer by hooking her fingers through his belt loops. A small groan leaves him when his body meets hers, and his hand slips from her cheek to thread through her hair. When their eyes meet again, there’s more than a spark between them.

[tsumtsumland]

[10:43pm] There’s a drop of water on the photo in his hands, and Kuroo is startled out of his thoughts. He reaches a hand up to his face and is shocked to find even more wetness there. He’s not sure when he started crying but he thinks it’s enough now when he looks at your photo again.

20 years old, at the golden hour, with a smile playing on your lips that’s forever etched into his mind.

He’s not sure where the time went but here he is at 27, sitting at his dining room table for 6, alone, staring at a photo of someone who is no longer his, and it breaks him into pieces. The pieces he’s somehow been holding together since the day you walked out of his life three years ago.

At 27 he was the envy of many, young, handsome, and successful, all of the things that paint him as a role model, as someone to look up to, but he doesn’t think so. Now he realizes, what’s the point of all of this if he’s utterly alone? Sure, he has friends, acquaintances, co-workers, subordinates, but they aren’t you, none of them will ever be you, the only one he’ll ever love.

He holds the photo with the tenderness which he wishes he still held you with, and walks into his bedroom, tucking it away into the back of his closet. He gingerly picks up his phone and scrolls through his Instagram. You two aren’t friends on there, but he is connected to some of your friends whose feeds he desperately scours through sometimes, just to get a glimpse of you. It’s been ages since any of them had posted any updates on you, and today was no exception.

He sighs in defeat and puts the phone on airplane mode, settling in for another night of restless sleep.

[sunarinluvr]

hi if u wouldn't mind could u do a few headcanons of kuroo and any others u may want to add that have a s/o with schizoid personality disorder? thank u so much if u do end up doing this!!

|| haikyuu boys that have a s/o with schizoid personality disorder hc’s ||

includes: kuroo tetsurou & sakusa kiyoomi

a/n- hi anon! im sorry this took a bit long, this is my very first request, so i hope i did it some justice :)) i did some research to make it as accurate as possible but if there’s anything that makes you uncomfy or you’d like to change/clarify please lmk so i can do better! thank u again <3 hope u enjoy reading

warnings: none! ( lmk if i’ve missed anything )

KUROO -

i feel like kuroo is really good at reading moods, may it be the way you act, speak, or type around/with him so he can easily tell if you would like to be left alone for the time being.

he’s a really good listener so if you’d allow him to he loves to just listen to you talk about anything and everything for hours on end hehe. not to mention he’s very understanding of you and will do anything for you :))

no because i just know that this man will look at you lovingly whenever you talk to him (he’s a simp) or whenever you text him he smiles at his phone stupidly. yes he does that and you cannot change my mind.

when you do decide to go spend some time with him, he’s very observant and respects your boundaries so he’s always careful not to cross the line. 

kuroo DEFINITELY has a cat that “loves you more” than him (those are his words btw) and everytime you come over and play with it he just sits there kind of jealous - although he is smiling the whole time - while taking pics and videos!

kuroo is very happy that you let him in your life and cherishes every moment you guys spend together :>>

you cannot tell me that this man is also not well educated on your disorder. it’s just not possible,,mans has probably read almost every article about it on the internet. 

of course if he feels as if you’re fine with it he would ask about your experiences with it and how he can support/help you without overstepping. 

tell me why i feel like this man would provide you with so recommendations, may it be books, shows, movies, or songs. he always has something to recommend you,,,and i find that so adorable

yall have a shared playlist or he’s made one for you. i’m pretty confident about this

kuroo also hates it when people treat you rudely or badmouths you, so even though you say you don’t mind. he will absolutely make it his personal mission to shut these people up

SAKUSA -

sakusa is not a very social person and like kuroo he’s good at reading moods and very educated, so he’s always careful to make sure he isn’t overstepping any boundaries or doing anything to make you uncomfortable.

i feel like he’d be the type of person to send you care packages at least once a month :,) since he’s not very good with words, but still wants you to know that he cares

very understanding and doesn’t judge you at all! he knows that sometimes you just want to be left alone and do things alone and he gets it, because sometimes he does too

definitely sends you texts checking up on you everyday, and when you text him first he turns into a blushy mess :))

mans will TOTALLY glare at anyone who talks behind your back/bad mouths you. like he does not care who it is or where he might be he will glare that person down till it’s imprinted in their heads to not talk shit about you ever.

always very gentle and careful with what he says,, he doesn’t have any pets - because he thinks animals hate him - but when he comes over he tries his best to get along with them because he knows how much you love them <3

i feel like it’s the kind of relationship wherein even if you dont talk for a week straight the next time you do talk it feels like you never stopped speaking

sakusa is very supportive and would love to listen to you talk about your hobbies ;; also very attentive so that you know he’s actually paying attention to you

i have no idea why, but when you hangout together he’s always sure to have some type of cute but simple activity prepared like painting or board games idk i find that really cute :>

reblogs are highly appreciated!

[mymegumi]

drifting lights

pairing: kuroo tetsurou x fem!reader

genre: fluff

word count: 2.0k words

warnings: late night drive, sad thoughts, idk, driving and swears

note: another repost from zumis, but anyways giggles i hope you like it bc i wrote a bit more and edited it!!

dedicated: to @tetsustation as an apology for saying i hoped furudate’s least fav char would be kuroo </3 it was a joke /lh

“hey,” kuroo’s words are soft in your ear, volume turned down on your phone to make sure your roommates don’t wake up, “did i wake you?”

“mm,” you’re still groggy from sleep and his voice is a soft timbre against your ear, “s’okay, what’s up?

“can’t a guy just call his girlfriend?”

you hum as you think, turning in bed as you tuck your blanket underneath your chin. across the room, your eyes are blurrily trying to focus on the blinding red letters sitting idly on your analog clock. “not when it’s almost two am, ‘suro.”

“well,” he at least has the decency to sound as apologetic as he can over the phone, “i really did just miss you, wanted to hear your voice.”

it’s only kuroo’s fault when your phone slips from your hands, pillow pressed to your face with your hands as you scream as silently as you can into it. without meaning to, he makes butterflies erupt in your stomach and you try to gather yourself as you bring your phone back up to your ear, hand loosely against your mouth.

“it is way too early for you to be doing this to me,” your scolding is light, and from his faint chuckle, has most likely fallen on deaf ears, “is there anything you want me to do for you?”

there’s a pause and you can hear a little bit of shuffling around from kuroo’s end of the phone before his voice is back, slightly softer than before, “you could come outside.”

“what?”

“you heard me, sweetheart,” you can practically hear the teasing smile that’s on his face as you sit up in your bed, pushing the curtain away from your window to look outside. sure enough, you can recognize the silhouette of your boyfriend faintly illuminated by the streetlight, “come outside.”

“you’re so lucky,” his laughter is cut short as you hang up on him. you climb out of bed and grab a hoodie off of your desk chair, shoving your phone in your pocket as you open your door as quietly as possible.

sneaking downstairs isn’t an issue, and while you shove your shoes on carelessly, you take the quick minute you’re standing still to shove the sweater you had stolen from kuroo over your head. it hangs low, but you’re pulling the heel of your shoes back into their rightful positions as you’re leaving your house.

the door closes with a soft click, and a pair of hands end up resting on your hips as a familiar weight is pressed against the top of your head. it’s not long before kuroo’s arms are wrapped around your waist firmly, and you know you’re not getting out of it until he feels like letting you go, so you lean back into him.

your eyes close as you place your hand over his hands. you keep your voice low as you turn your head to try and get a glance at him, “are you okay?”

the silence itself is enough of an answer for you that you just run your thumb along the ridges of his knuckles. kuroo is one of the best communicators you’d ever dated, and it was always a bad sign if he was being too silent about what was going on inside of his head. you’d learned that unlike many of your friends, kuroo preferred the silence of your presence rather than small talk if he wasn’t feeling his best.

you turn your head backwards at an odd angle to press a kiss to the underside of his jaw as he holds you gently, the only light being the moon over your heads and the warm yellow glow coming from the streetlight a few feet away from your front steps. he’s still quiet when you end up turning in his arms, nose tucked into the warm spot where his pulse rests, steady and loud as you stand on your front step for a few seconds. it reminds you that he’s real and is a tangible reminder of the man you love.

kuroo’s car is parked on the side of the road a little ways away, lights off and engine running as he starts running his hands through your hair. it’s light, right by the outside of your ear and he kisses the crown of your head with soothing touches.

“wanna go on a drive?” his words are barely above a whisper and you can only nod against him, not wanting to move too much before you have. his hands leave your hair as he steps back to look at you.

most of his face is just shadows, the light illuminating the outer edges of his hair but you can still manage to distinguish the handsome lines of his face. despite covering an eye, he’s always had the type of face that you always want to look at and even almost two years into your relationship, that fact still hasn’t changed. when he offers you the smallest of smiles, you can see the exhaustion lining his expression, laced between the adoration he has for you in his eyes.

his hands find their way to your cheeks, cupping carefully as he rubs a finger along the curve of your cheekbone. he leans down to rub your noses together for a second, eyes slipping close and he looks at ease for a brief moment before sealing your lips together.

your hands hang off of his forearms as you press close together, warmth finding you in each other’s embrace. kuroo’s kiss is slow, unhurried, and it steals the sleepiness from you as he turns his head to the side slightly. he tastes like laughter on a summer day, endless nights filled with your hands shoved outside of the sunroof of your too-old-to-be-on-the-road car, and the citrusy tang of clementines and oranges you’d stole from your neighbor.

in the next few minutes the two of you share a few more kisses, each as quick and as dizzying as the one before. as he pulls away, you’re relieved to see some of the stress shed from his expression, eyes bright and awake as he looks back at you. his hand winds with yours as you start the walk to his car, lazily making your way there.

he pulls the door of his car open for you, waiting for you to get in before walking around the front to his own side. when he gets into the car, he double checks to make sure you’re buckled in before he puts his car into drive, pulling out onto your street as he fishes his phone out of his pocket for you.

“any preferences for tonight’s playlist?” unlocking his phone, you’re somewhere on his spotify—scrolling through the amalgamation of absolutely atrocious study playlist names he’d crafted over the years—when he finally settles on something a bit more relaxing than his most recently played playlist.

together, the two of you enjoy the passing scenery as you start to slip into tokyo’s nightscape. the lights are bright and you can’t help but be mesmerized by them as kuroo drives, no end destination in mind, just wanting to enjoy each other’s presence for the moment.

kuroo has always been spontaneous like this for as long as you have been dating. in fact, he had asked you out on a whim, coming off the high of winning a volleyball game in high school. you were in the crowd because he had asked you to come watch him. you wouldn’t get the privilege of wearing his jersey until you became official, but you still decided to represent your school in a borrowed sweater you had stolen from him.

he was sweaty, but his smile was so radiant when he looked up at you leaning over the railing protecting you from falling. he waved with both hands, and you had waved back with matched enthusiasm.

kuroo had ended up yelling up to you, asking you out for the very first time in front of everyone who had come to watch. while you hated the attention, you had nodded hurriedly before making your way down to the court to get enveloped in a big, sweaty kuroo hug.

you distinctly remember kenma thanking you later for saving him from having to hug kuroo that night.

“love,” your hand finds his where it rests near the shifter, “what brought this on?”

your head is leaning against the headrest as he sighs softly, turning his hand over to twine your fingers together in a warm grasp, “i just, i couldn’t stop thinking.”

you make a noise of acknowledgement, knowing that he would know that you were listening, but just letting him take his time to tell you what was going on. while very spontaneous, kuroo wasn’t one for staying up too late, citing that a good night’s sleep was one of the first and best steps you could take for a better education. his dedication was one of the things you admire about him, even if it meant you were missing your boyfriend for a good hour at night

“i’m just worried,” his admission is barely audible over the music playing and the soothing rumble of his car’s engine as you change lanes on the highway, “about everything that’s changing.”

“i know that things have to change,” while he talks, you just watch, the lines of stress crossing over his face almost disappearing in the darkness, “but i don’t want to leave school. i’ve made so many friends and i met you, and i just can’t help but feel scared for what’s going to happen when we don’t have it anymore.”

you tighten your grip where your hands rest as you smile at him, despite the fact he’s focusing on the road, “‘suro, you know how you made a lot of good friends in school?”

he nods ever so slightly, voice cracking just slightly as he answers, “yeah.”

“just think about all the friends you’re going to make when you go into the real world,” you’re worrying your thumb over the back of his hand, “you’re very charismatic, and you’re good with other people, smart, too. you’re not lacking in great qualities, and people will recognize that.”

“not to mention,” you’ve adjusted yourself in your seat, tucking a leg underneath yourself so that you can face him more directly, “kenma, yaku, nobuyuki, and myself will always answer when you call or text. you’ll be away from home, but we’ll all be available for you, ‘suro.”

“we’re leaving school,” you start, eyes tracing the skyline of the city as you feel a small smile spread across your lips, “but life won’t end, and our friends won’t stop being our friends, and i’ll never stop being yours.”

you’re pulling up to a stoplight when he turns to look at you, side of his face bright red from the light as he gives you an easy going smile. you press the palm of your free hand to his cheek, and his eyes close, savoring the moment. he pulls your joined hands together to kiss your knuckles, featherlight before pulling away to lean across his center console.

“i love you,” his words are a mumble against your lips as you enjoy the quiet moment.

it’s almost three am, now, so when the light turns green, the pair of you are unconcerned as kuroo doesn’t press his foot against the gas, instead just content to be with each other. the changing colors of the stoplight is a backdrop to the press of his lips, a hand curling into his hair as he pulls you closer to him over the center console.it digs into your side a bit, and the seatbelt presses into your chest at an uncomfortable angle, but it’s all very you and kuroo so you don’t mind it.

kuroo’s worries won’t disappear overnight, and you know that you can only begin to soothe the deep seeded insecurities he holds. you’ll be content as long as he knows you’ll always be there to drive with him and watch the sunrise together, your fingers laced with his.

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Try Again?

[Oneshot/Imagine]

Pairing: Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader

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Summary: You were new from a city you were living in. You began to fall in love with your neighbor, Kuroo Tetsurou. You two are separated when the he falls into the river and loses his memory. Many months had passed and you saw him once again.

Warning: mentions of.... Something the summary said, cursing, aged-up,

Genre: Fluff, angst

Keys:

Y/n- your name, L/n- last name, d/j- dream job,

A/n: Sorry if this was pretty short, i was lazy today. 

Reader: Neutral

Made by: ??? in Pinterest! 

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You went to a new city for your college years. And here you were, standing at the entrance of it. 

You went to the principal’s office to take your dorm number and key. Lucky for you, you were alone with no one to bicker with. 

☽✧ ✦ ✧☾

The next morning was the first day of your college years. It was tiring, you were unpacking some of your things, while the others were still in the boxes. You showered, changed your clothes and made yourself look presentable. 

Your first class was alright. You didn’t made a fool out of yourself, you picked your favorite seat. 

But it was so sad there were homeworks in the first day. You went to the library to work on your homework as fast as you can so you could sleep the whole day later. 

After a good 2 hours of doing your homework, you were tidying up and taking all your supplies before leaving the almost empty library. 

The dorms and the school wasn’t that far, it was just a 5 minute walk. You could stare in awe at the sunset while walking back to the dorms. 

You were looking at your shoes while going upstairs to your dorm room. You didn’t notice someone walking towards you while the figure didn’t noticed either, too distracted on his phone. 

Until you both bumped on each other. 

Luckily both of you didn’t fall or anything. You just bumped into the chest of the figure. “Oh my gosh imsosorryididn’tseeyouthere!....Pleaseforgiveme!” You bowed again and again, making the figure laugh. You can’t lie but their laugh made your heart stop. 

“It’s fine, Are you alright?” He asks, gently holding your hand then softly leaving a kiss. Making your face red. 

“Y-yes i’m fine..” You looked away from the man who was smirking. “I’m Kuroo, You?” 

“Y/n.” You answered, Kuroo repeated the word. “Y/n.... Beautiful name for a beautiful person.” He flirted, making you giggle at his statement. “Anyways, i need to go. See you soon M’lady.” He kissed your hand once again then left. 

You couldn’t help but touch the part he kissed so softly.

Few days had passed you learned that Kuroo was actually your neighbor. You started to talk to him by making excuses like ‘I made this and i wanted your opinion from it.’ 

He took a bite. He savored the taste. “It tastes really great! You should make some often.” He jokes. That was just the start of both of your friendship. 

Hours of talking became days of hanging out with each other. He’d talk to you about Kozume Kenma, His childhood friend. 

You’d ask him about Kenma sometimes, like where is he now, or how is he. You always catch him pouting if you do so.

☽✧ ✦ ✧☾

Kuroo asked you to go to a bridge today. And ofcourse, you agreed. You had nothing to do and you were done with your homework. 

He was at the edge of the bridge on the railings trying to make you impressed and such. Which failed since you were afraid he might fall. “Don’t worry M’lady, I’ll be fine. I have a great balance.” He reassures you.

“Dork..” You mumbled, Kuroo chuckled, slightly blushing at how you pouted.

You heard some kids laughing and running, chasing their friends. Until one bumped into Kuroo’s leg, making him lose balance. 

“KUROO!” You cried, trying to grab his hand but miserably failed. The kid apologized over and over. You said it was fine, but your reassuring was sad. 

You ran to the other side of the bridge and swam to save Kuroo’s floating body. You saved him. Well, his heart was beating. That’s fine right?

☽✧ ✦ ✧☾

“Kuroo Tetsurou is fine. But he had hit his head in his landing, making him lose memories and people he knew.” The doctor sighed. Beside you were his parents crying. He won’t remember them anymore. You frowned. 

“I’m so sorry Mr. and Ms. Kuroo, If i had told him to stay away i coul-” His mother hushed you. “It’s fine, Dear. It’s not your fault.” You plastered a fake but soft smile. You didn’t believe her. You still thought it was your fault. 

After he left the hospital, he was no where to be seen. Not on the school grounds, not near the dorms. 

You heard that he changed schools. You tried to not believe it at first. But your heart won’t let you. 

Few years had passed and you were a successful D/j. Your shift was done and you were going to buy a drink at a nearby cafe, after that, you’d go back to the apartment you rented. 

You were looking at your phone, reading the news. When someone bumped into you. 

“Oh my gosh imsosorryididn’tseeyouthere!....Pleaseforgiveme!” You apologized. You were lucky enough your drink didn’t spill. The figure chuckled. ‘Wait a minute. That voice...!’ 

“It’s fine, Are you alright?” He asks. ‘This was like college.’ You smiled. “Yes, I’m fine.” You told him with courage. 

“I’m Kuroo. You?” He asks. “Y/n.” You answered. 

“Nice to meet you Y/n.” He held your hand and kissed your knuckles, earning a hearty-giggle from you. 

He can’t lie but that was the most beautiful giggle he had ever heard. 

You could have another chance. Like what you wished for. 

[violetsoju]

ready set go

kuroo tetsurou · hurt + comfort · 1.3k

“What do you think about the phrase ‘be prepared’?”

“I guess I’m fine with it. What about you?”

“I don’t like it.”

Kuroo turns to face you, putting down his book on the nightstand.

It’s somewhere between the end of the day and the start of a brand-new day. You don’t seem quite happy about it, for which he isn’t sure, given the position you’re in now: curled up into a ball hugging your knees, chin tucked between your chin, staring at the bed sheets blankly.

“Why so?” He asks, shifting closer to you.

Your voice is soft, not quite a whisper yet clear enough to echo in this silent night. “It’s like… Whenever the phrase is used, it feels like something bad is going to happen. Like it entails something bad. Like how doctors tell patients or their families to prepare for the worst. Or how teachers tell students to be well prepared for exams. Or how coaches tell players to be well prepared for games.”

“Well, maybe it’s so that you know something may happen and that you won’t feel lost or panicked when it happens?” He tries to reason.

“Yeah, I get it. But why the word ‘prepare’?” Your eyes finally meet his. “With ‘prepare’, it feels like after prepping yourself so much, there’s no guarantee that there’ll be a good outcome. No matter how much you’ve done your part, things may still go out of hand in the end.

“So whenever I hear or see that phrase, I kind of know that it’s not going to end well. That something bad is waiting for me on the other end. It feels like nothing good will come out of it. It feels like I’ll be punched and have air knocked out of me.”

He pulls you into his embrace gently, wrapping his arms around your shoulder. Your face is buried in his chest, his steady heartbeat not calming your distraught one. “I hate it. I hate how it feels like there’s nothing I can do but just wait for the end result that I somehow already know or predicted.

“There’s even that saying of ‘being prepared for the worst and hope for the best’. Why is the best hoped for? Why is it a variable?

“It’s like a hit or miss. Like after preparing so much, there’s no guarantee that there’ll be a good outcome. No matter how much you’ve done your part, things may still go out of hand in the end. Everything is still 50-50 after all the work you’ve put in. So why prepare so hard when the future result is not in your grasp?”

Kuroo hums in response, tucking your head beneath his chin as he thinks of an answer. “Well, realistically, that’s how life works. Not everything will go in our way.”

“I know. I’m not denying reality, but it’s just… I don’t know.” You sigh, burying your head deeper into his chest. “Maybe it’s that time of the month and I’m thinking too much. Ignore what I said.”

He clicks his tongue in defence, soothing your hair gently with his fingers. “No, you’re not. Your thoughts and feelings are valid.”

“But would you rather not have a heads up and be presented the news without any warning beforehand? To receive news without any preparations made, like a dropping a bomb?” He questions.

“Are you brave enough to brace the unknown that’ll show up without notice or signal?”

There’s a blanket of silence in the dimly lit room. But if Kuroo listens carefully, he can hear the cogwheels of your brain turning at his question.

“I may not be brave enough, but to go heads on like that, wouldn’t that be less draining? Physically and mentally?

“You’ll just have to go through the roller-coaster of the process and emotions at that moment, once and for all, and not to dwell in uncertainty and worry for god knows how long.” You answer.

“Hmm, I would like to have more time to digest and get myself together,” His reply on the contrary of yours. “So I know that I won’t regret whatever the outcomes are. Because I know that I’ve done the best I could at that moment.”

“You got a point there.”

“Plus, as you said earlier, everything is 50-50. If you choose the outcome that you desire and make it 100 with hard work, then regardless the outcome, you can be proud of yourself because you gave your 100%. But if you think that the outcome is going to be bad without doing anything to change it, then it will be bad for sure.”

“But what if it’s something you can’t control? Like the cycle of life and death?” You ask, looking up to him. “They tell you to be prepared, and it sounds like they’ve given up hope on them. Why don’t they believe in them? I’m angry for them, at them. How dare they give up on them before they’ve given up on themselves? Can’t they see how hard they’re fighting for?”

He sees the fire burning in your eyes, and sees the sorrow hidden within it. “Well, sometimes no matter how much we fight with all our might, we still won’t win in the end. There’ll be wins and losses. We don’t win all the time. We can’t.”

“It sucks.” You mumble into his chest, punching his biceps out of annoyance lightly.

“It does.” He laughs, placing a soft kiss on your forehead to smother your flames.

“But since they’ve fought bravely and courageously, I’m sure that even if they lose, they’ll lose with dignity, with grace. And you should be proud of them.”

He feels the room light up a little when your eyes brighten up with hope a little. “You’re right. I should be proud of them. Because they’re amazing and kick-ass for making it this far and deserve all the respect there is. It’s hard, but I should let them go with honour.”

“That’s my girl.”

The air-conditioning whirring above keeps the summer heat at bay just slightly. Kuroo is warm against your body, his breath still minty from the toothpaste a few hours earlier ago. His arm is still wrapped around your shoulder, running up and down your arm with tenderness and assurance. The tangled mess of legs below is left unattended.

“Back to the main topic. What if I said, be prepared to love me? Doesn’t it sound scary?” You ask, breaking the silence. “Because I’m not what you think I am. I’m a mess, a mess that I myself can’t figure and sort out at times. Surely you weren’t prepared for this crazy shit when you decided to date me.”

Kuroo hums in thought, placing his forehead against yours. “That’s true. I wasn’t prepared to have myself such a ball of fun and chaos.” He nudges your nose playfully with his. “But I’m ready to face them all with you, together.”

You chuckle, nudging back in return gently. “Hmm, that sounds nice.”

“What does?” He asks.

“Ready. Ready sounds nice. It feels like I can breathe a little better with it.

“To be ready to face the unexpected. To be ready to brace the unknown. To be ready to accept whatever outcomes thrown in the way.

“Like you said, I may not be prepared, but I am ready to face each day ahead. Because no one is ever fully well prepared, and sometimes you just got to go for it without any preparations. As long as you’re ready for any challenges ahead, you’ll strive somehow.”

You feel him smiling as he presses his lips on yours. It’s a smile of pride, of contentment, of warmth. You smile back, leaning deeper into the kiss.

“Thank you, Tetsu. For being ready to catch me when I fall. For being ready to love me.”

“Thank you too. For being ready to take that leap of faith into my arms. For being ready to open up your heart and mind to me.”

a/n: i hope that when the time comes, i'll be ready to let you go. because i know how much of courage it took for you to be ready to go. and i hope you'll be ready to let go of that someone when the time comes too ♡

[kzzzo]

chapter 8 - kiss away those tears goodbye

‘lift your head, baby, don't be scared

of the things that could go wrong along the way

you'll get by with a smile

now it's time to kiss away those tears goodbye’

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a/n: i finally fixed it. it’s actually exam week rn but i refuse to study lol. also, ive been seeing posts about writers not being inclusive enough when writing x reader fics. i do hope mine is as inclusive as i hoped it to be, i left y/n’s appearance, job and college course unstated so u could get to imagine them yourself. did it work? also, enjoy! xoxo

tags: @crayonwriting​

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People say time can heal all wounds, perhaps, no matter the size. Whoever said that first was absolutely right, you thought. It may seem fast to others but to you, those few years were more than enough suffering. There’s no benefit to dwelling in the past, once you’re stuck in it, you wouldn’t see the way out.

Thank goodness for your baby boys, your boyfriend and your late grandmother who had set you up to make up with your parents, though you wish she were there with you. At first you felt guilty every time you had fun without her. Celebrating achievements, birthdays and occasions. Then you reminded yourself (with the help of your beloved boyfriend, Kuroo) that she would not be happy at all that you keep yourself from being happy because of her.

Years have passed since then and you were finally a senior together with Kuroo. It’s only a month until your graduation and you were as busy as a bee, though Kuroo is busier than you were with him being part of the volleyball team and all that. Due to you and Kuroo’s busy schedules, both of you barely had time to spend with your boys which prompted your parents to hire nannies for them. You all learned the hard way that one nanny was not enough for your rowdy children, their first nanny quitting the moment you came home with Kuroo on her first day. You remembered how your boys sheepishly smiled at you when you asked them what they did.

You sigh, the triplets were not the only boys you’re unable to spend much time with. There was also Kuroo, who you only see for a brief moment when he accidentally wakes you up while getting in bed and for a little bit more in the morning. He wasn’t in your shared classes most of the time which only made things worse for you. To say you miss him was an understatement. You swear the next time you see him you’d tackle him to the floor and never let go.

While you were there stressing about how much you miss Kuroo, your boyfriend was stressing about which ring to buy. He’d decided to bring Bokuto and Akaashi with him to help. The latter was doing the best he could with all the information he obtained via the internet when Kuroo asked for help. But Bokuto? He was there goofing around, trying out the gold necklaces with gigantic pendants such as dollar signs on them. The store was filled with Bokuto and Kuroo’s banter as the latter yells at him to focus on the task at hand. Akaashi took it upon himself to apologize to the staff on behalf of his boisterous friends, thank goodness they were the only customers there.

“Dude, we seriously have to pick a ring now, there’s only like a month left.” Kuroo whisper-yelled to his owl-like friend after seeing how stressed out the staff were.

“Alright, alright, I get it. Well, what do you wanna get?”

“That’s the thing, I don’t know!”

“Why don’t you get one that reminds you of her?”

Kuroo stared dumbfoundedly at his friend. “I- wow, that actually helps.” He grips his chin with his index finger and thumb, thinking of words that could describe you and his love for you perfectly. Minutes passed with Akaashi, Bokuto and the store staff watching Kuroo think silently. A few minutes later and Kuroo wordlessly approached the displays, intently scanning each ring. Finally, he stopped and pointed at one.

“This one, please.”

The day was finally over and all you could think about was cuddling with your boyfriend as you get your much-needed sleep. You trudged down the hallway, your bag being dragged on the floor. The sound of the television pierced through the door as you opened it. The triplets were running towards you in no time, Kuroo not far behind.

“Mama!” They yelled. “Welcome home!”

“Hi, boys. Did you enjoy your day?”

“Yup, we watched a movie with Papa.” Kazuo exclaimed.

“That’s great!” You turn to your bed-headed boyfriend and gave him a peck. “Hi, baby.”

The five of you enjoy a hearty meal cooked by none other than Kuroo with the assistance of your baby boys. It wasn’t particularly the best but it wasn’t bad either. You made sounds of approval here and there as you chow down on the food to show your boys that you appreciate their effort (though they could tell it was a little bit too exaggerated). After the meal, Masao asked both you and Kuroo to play with them as they had missed you. The need to rest left your body right away when you saw three pairs of puppy eyes looking up to you.

Not even an hour has passed when Kuroo noticed your slightly nodding head out of exhaustion. He softly chuckled to himself before clapping his hands twice, catching the boys’ attention quickly. He motioned to your half-asleep figure and they got the message quickly.

“Alright, boys, let’s go wash up. Mama,” he placed a hand on your shoulder, “go to bed first, I’ll tuck the boys in.”

You mumbled a small thank you to him before trudging to your room and plopping yourself on the bed, immediately falling into deep slumber. The feeling of the bed dipping due to Kuroo’s weight woke you up, eliciting hushed apologies from him. Without a word you snuggled close to him and went right back to sleep as you feel his arms wrap around you.

A month passed by in a blink of an eye and you swore your soul will leave your body had college gone on longer, which is a mood. The triplets were at your parents’ as per your father’s request. Something about giving you time and space to prepare for your graduation ceremony, he said. So, there you were, fixing your hair for the nth time and checking your makeup. Kuroo entered the room clad in formal wear, clearly struggling with his tie. You wordlessly approached him and began fixing his tie. He watched you with a loving look in his eyes and a tender smile.“Baby,” he started. “You look breathtaking.”You felt your face heat up. “T-thanks. You don’t look bad yourself.” He chuckled.“I love you.”

“I love you more.”

The ride to the venue made you nervous for some reason. Maybe it’s the thought of having to walk down an aisle with people watching you. Yup, that’s definitely it. What you didn’t know was that Kuroo was going to ask of you something where you have to do just that. Go, you. Kuroo grabbed your hand on your lap, giving it a squeeze. He must have felt how nervous you were.

Maybe graduation wasn’t that bad after all. You didn’t know, your mind was blank as you walked to the stage. All you wanted right now was to be reunited with your boyfriend but something tells you he’d already exited the venue right after you got separated by the crowd.

You catch your breath when you finally stepped out of the venue. Now to find Kuroo and his friends. You were walking around aimlessly, feet aching because of your heels, when you hear your sons’ familiar voices calling out to you. When you turned to the direction of the sound, you notice them hiding something behind their tiny little bodies. Not thinking much about it, you smile widely as you approach them.

You were stopped on your tracks when Kazuo revealed the cardboard he was holding. ‘Will’, it said. Then, it was Takeo’s turn to reveal his. It had ‘you’ written on it but it was held upside down, making you chuckle. He abruptly fixed it before Masao revealed his. It said ‘marry’. Then, out of nowhere Kuroo walked into your vision, holding a cardboard which had ‘me?’ written on it.

Oh. Oh. Now you got it. You were honestly so distracted by your cute babies causing you to set aside deciphering the message they were trying to tell. Warm tears rolled down your cheeks, finally wrapping your head around what was happening. Kuroo got on one knee in front of you, showing the most beautiful ring you’ve ever seen.

“So, will you marry me?”

Having been rendered speechless, you nod your head yes. Kuroo grinned before slipping the ring onto your ring finger. He stood up and gave you a tight hug. Suddenly, you heard people cheering. You totally forgot that there were other people there. You buried your face on Kuroo’s shoulder, embarrassed. The triplets’ ran to the two of you cheering. Then you saw Bokuto and Akaashi emerge from a tree, the latter holding a camera. They congratulated the two of you, acting like you didn’t just see them jump out of a tree. Kuroo grabs your attention,

“I love you, a million times more than there are cells in a human body.”

You laughed, “I love you, too, nerd.”

[sunarinluvr]

|| haikyuu boys finding you asleep on the couch after an argument ||

includes: kuroo tetsurou, miya osamu, & oikawa tooru

a/n- hello! sorry for posting so late, but this has been sitting in my drafts for a while and i was actually in the mood to finish it so i hope yall enjoy! oh and im not really sure about how i feel about it,,, might take it down later we shall see.

warnings: none ( lmk if there’s anything! )

KUROO -

last night you saw a post kuroo’s “work wife” had made on instagram with her kissing him on the cheek, and it didn’t make you feel the best, so you decided to bring it up to him the next morning. and you did, just as he was getting ready for work you talked to him about it.

you were standing in front of him filled with anger arguing about how it made you uncomfortable, “can you please listen?! i dont feel comfortable with your “work wife” kissing you?” you yelled. “Y/N it was on the cheek its not a big deal!” and to be honest you just wanted to cry. 

finally, he walked past you and opened the door. “i don’t have time for this y/n, stop being so insecure! at least she wouldn’t argue over something so small!” and with that, he slammed the door and you stood there stunned. kuroo knew that he shouldn’t have said that, instant regret and guilt filled his gut.

 but he already said it, he can’t do anything about it now. with a frustrated sigh, he went to work. hoping to fix everything when he gets home. you stood there speechless, as you realized you still had work so slowly you made your way to the bathroom. 

after getting ready and grabbing a quick snack you were out the door with a heavy chest. once you get home, tired and feeling worse than before. you trudged to the couch and plopped down letting out a shaky sigh remembering the argument and the words he said repeating in your head. 

you broke down crying, and before you knew it, the exhaustion from today took over and you were sound asleep on the couch. kuroo got home an hour later, he felt guilty and was already practicing how he’d apologize to you as he walked in.“y/n? kitten?” no answer. 

he called out again, and was met with silence, he made his way over to the living room where he found you sleeping on the couch. gently walking towards you he knelt down, and saw your tear-stained face which made his heart sink. “i fucked up” he said to himself.

giving you a gentle kiss on your forehead he softly apologized and carried you to the bedroom. you ended up waking up when you felt his body weight dent the bed. “tetsu?” you said softly squinting at him. relief rushes through his body at the sound of his nickname. looking at you with guilt in his eyes

“im so sorry kitten, i shouldn’t have said that. i didn’t mean to hurt you” he said gently. at that tears started flowing again and he was quick to hug you and wipe your tears with his other hand. “it’s ok, i shouldn’t have been so insecure anyways” 

he shook his head with a frown “no it’s not your fault ok? i didn’t mean anything i said. i love you so so much and i’m so lucky that you’re mine” you look up at him and gave him a small smile “okay” before cuddling closer to him. giving you a soft kiss on the lips he hugged you tighter as you both fell asleep.

OSAMU -

osamu was just having a horrible day, his head was pounding and the customers he had to deal with today were just plain rude. then he had to do most of the work since one of his employees called in sick, and for some reason, everything just annoyed him.

you on the other hand did not know about his day at all and thought it would be nice of you to make a surprise visit. walking in with a huge smile on your face stopping midway when you realize he wasn’t at the counter. “where’s samu?” you asked sweetly to the employee

“he’s in the back, i think he has a headache,” she says giving you a small smile. you can tell something was off by the way she spoke but decided to just brush it off and make your way to the back. “hi samu! surprise!” you exclaimed cheerfully as you make your way towards him

he just kind of looks at you, which you thought was weird, but you decided to hug him anyways. when he doesn’t hug you back and groan, you pull away and look at him “baby i heard you had a headache. i didn’t bring any medicine, but we could eat first and i-” 

you couldn’t even finish your sentence since osamu just stood up. he was infuriated and had no clue why, usually loved listening to you but today he was just annoyed. “look y/n a don’t mean ta be rude, but a don't have the energy for this right now. please just go home.” he said coldly staring right at you.

“excuse me? i came here to surprise you and this is what i get??” you said in shock, voice a little louder this time. rolling his eyes “Oh wow am so surprised! now will ya please go home? a don’t wanna argue right now!” he yelled. with tears forming in your eyes you quickly wiped them and left. osamu knew he shouldn’t have said all that, but he was too mad to run after you in front of all the customers. 

you rushed home and sluggishly made your way to your room to change into something comfier, making your way to the couch, curling up into a ball allowing your tears to fall, and somehow falling asleep, after getting tired of crying. he gets home a few hours later, guilt building up in his stomach as he mentally slaps himself for the things he said. 

walking into the living room he opened the lights and you were the first thing he noticed. seeing you curled up into a ball on the couch made his heart drop to his stomach. you on the other hand woke up because of the sudden change of lighting. 

gradually adjusting your sight you see him and switch your gaze onto the floor when you saw him look at you too. seeing your puffy eyes he walks towards you slowly and sits beside you giving you enough space. “am sorry, a shouldn’t have taken my frustration out on ya.”

you look at him with watery eyes and his heart sinks “yea i was just trying to be nice, sorry i didn’t warn you before coming” he opened his arms and you instinctively scooted closer to him, he sighs “no a love it when you surprise me a was jus having a bad day a love ya so much ok?” finally hugging him “okay i love you too” giving you a quick kiss he offered to make you food and of course you said yes.

OIKAWA -

you love oikawa, and you’re very supportive and understanding especially when it comes to his career. but he has an awful habit of overworking himself and as much as you love him you can't bear the fact that you couldn’t even see him anymore.

he goes home late at night -as in you’re already sound asleep late- and when you do stay up to see him, he’s too tired to even keep a conversation. then the next morning he’s gone before you could even wake up. you’ve spoken to him about this many times, but alas nothing changed.

you woke up to an empty bed as usual, but today was different though, you’ve planned a dinner for about 2 weeks now. you were very excited because it’s been so long since you both spent some quality time together and he promised to come home early. 

getting up you send him a little text reminding him of your dinner tonight, with a smile you head on over to the bathroom to get ready for work. once work was over you made a quick visit to the grocery store to buy the ingredients you’ll need to make tonight’s dinner. 

quietly humming to yourself while going through each aisle, and double-checking your list to make sure you’re not missing anything while checking your phone here and there. oikawa still hasn’t replied “he must be busy,” you say to yourself as you send him another text about the dinner just in case. after about 30 minutes you get home rushing since it was already late, and immediately getting started on dinner. 

once you're done you sat down and waited, and waited, and waited. it's been 4 hours. dinners cold and still no sign of your boyfriend. you decided to call him pissed off that he couldn’t even show up to one dinner, “hello? y/n i can't talk right now i still need to practice” 

he said as soon as he picked up. “tooru? did you get my texts? what about dinner, we’ve made plans for this 2 weeks prior! i even-” you were cut off “look just eat without me ok? we can eat again somet-” now it was your turn to cut him off. 

“oikawa tooru, you leave the house while i’m asleep and come back when i'm asleep. i just wanted to spend time with you..whatever good luck at practice,” you replied as you hang up. his heart sank when he heard the crack in your voice rushing to his car on his way home to you because he knows he fucked up. 

buying your favorite flowers for you on the way home cursing himself and the world for making it traffic at that exact moment. when he got home the first thing he saw was the food and you fast asleep on the couch. he felt a pang of guilt about being late. 

“y/n chan?” he said while gently waking you up. you stare at him with red puffy eyes and he hugged you giving you the flowers “im sorry baby, i should’ve prioritized you and our dinner. i promise ill do better” you saw how genuine he was being so you accepted the flowers and hugged him tighter as he offered to reheat the food you made.

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[sunarinluvr]

|| haikyuu boys catching you awake at 3am ||

includes: suna rintarou, kuroo tetsurou, & iwaizumi hajime

a/n- hiii!! wow i did not expect my previous work to get that much attention :,) thank u all so so much i appreciate it a lot <33 anyways this is a very self-indulgent imagine (??) for my touch starved and lonely ass :D hope u enjoy!! 

warnings: has a bit of cursing !!

SUNA - 

suna is a light sleeper so it was only natural for him to get up when he heard noises coming from the kitchen at the crack of dawn. slowly opening his eyes, he instinctively reaches out for you and scowls when he felt nothing but cold empty sheets.

getting up from bed wearing nothing but a pair of gray sweats, he quickly checks his phone for the time then makes his way over to the kitchen where said noises came from. meanwhile you were sitting in the kitchen wearing your earphones and doing work on your laptop oblivious to anything happening around you.

there suna stood staring at you while you typed away on your laptop with the occasional singing into an imaginary mic with a hand on your chest and head bop. he just stood there with a smile on his face admiring how cute his s/o is.

after a few minutes you finally noticed your boyfriends presence and almost flinched at the sight of him. “rin..what the fuck are you doing there?!” you looked at him and maybe stared at his exposed chest a bit too long, but immediately snapping your gaze back up to meet his eyes  while giving him an unamused look.

he smirks as he walks over to you, not missing the way you looked at him “i heard random noises coming from the kitchen so i checked it out. what are you even doing? its 3 in the morning.”with a scoff you bring your attention back to your laptop “i’m working.”

sitting on the chair beside yours a comfortable silence envelopes you as he rests his head on his forearm, watching you type away. right as you finished your work, you hear growling which prompts you to stop quickly turning your head in the direction of your boyfriend who’s now pouting at you as he pats his stomach.

looking at him you let out a laugh “do you want ramen? i’m kinda hungry too.” lifting his head up a bit to see your face better he smirks “only if you make it” standing up from your seat feigning offense as you roll your eyes at him “who else would cook it then?”

after eating ramen and staying up to watch the sunrise, the both of you ended up sleeping on the couch with you cuddled beside him with one arm around your waist and the other behind your head.

KUROO -

kuroo is a very organized person, he takes his job very seriously and that’s why he is in his office at 3am trying to get a paper due in a week done ahead of time. you on the other hand decided to show your support by staying up with him while singing along to your shared playlist and scrolling through pinterest and twitter.

he was just about done with his work when he noticed how quiet its been the past few minutes, which confused him since you were just singing a few moments ago, so out of curiosity he stretched his arms and got up from his chair. slowly and quietly making his way out to the living room

once he entered the room he saw your laptop and blanket shoved to the side of the couch, and quickly realizes that you probably went to the bathroom since you rarely went to bed before him. kuroo being kuroo took this as an opportunity to scare you.

he padded over to the bathroom making sure to be as quiet as possible and stood beside the door waiting for you to finish. after washing your hands you go to grab the doorknob and just as you open it.. “BOO!” your idiot boyfriend shouted.

“AHH WHAT THE FUCK TETSU!!” you shrieked hand on your chest. “not funny tetsu. you almost gave me a heart attack.” you murmured glaring at your boyfriend who was now clutching his stomach and laughing obnoxiously. “hey kitten” he finally gets out.

you walked past him and back to the couch with an annoyed look on your face. following you back to the couch he plops down right beside you, but you ignore him and put on your earphones. “kitten” he drawls out “don’t be so upset, it was a harmless prank” poking your arm continuously.

now looking at him with a pout “i stay up for you and you decide to almost give me a heart attack??” he cups your face gently and gives your lips a quick peck “it was a prank. plus you’re not staying up for me, you just want to watch cat videos on twitter”

you hit his arm playfully as you sigh “whatever.....but you owe me ice cream tomorrow.” laughing he replied “deal.” then you pulled out your computer and watched cat videos cuddled up next to him for another 30 minutes before he drags you with him to bed.

IWAIZUMI -

iwaizumi was sleeping peacefully until he felt an itch in his throat, he tried ignoring it hoping it would go away, but alas it seemed like it wasn't going to go any time soon. so with a groan, he sits up  to get water. once he fully opened his eyes, he realized that you werent in bed meaning you were probably still doing your work.

sighing he gets up and makes his way out of the bedroom and into the kitchen where he saw you sitting down with one leg up on the chair as you type on your laptop. “babe” he says making his presence known. you look up at him and give him a sheepish smile

“hi haji...” walking towards you he sighs “why are you still doing that dumbass” he glances at the clock and continues “its 3am you should be sleeping” as he looks at you unamused. “i was just working so that i wouldn't have to do anything tomorrow and i didn't notice the time, also im almost done!”

you announced looking at him proudly. “what about you huh? why are you up haji?” he gets up and grabs a cup of water and drinks it, while you follow him with your eyes and a raised eyebrow. “my throat was itchy, so i went to get water”

walking back to you he hands you the cup signaling for you to drink it, and you do. he pulls out a chair and sits beside you “hurry up so we can go to sleep” you look at him with a teasing smile painted on your face “aww can't sleep without me?” you tease not missing the slight pink tint on his ears.

“just shut up and finish your work.” giggling softly you save your work and close your laptop “actually i kinda want some ice cream from the store” he just deadpans at you, groaning he got up went into the bedroom and came out wearing a jacket ready to head out.

“you are unbelievable” he tells you as you give him the biggest smile and a wave goodbye. he comes back to you asleep with your head resting on your forearm, iwaizumi tsks and grumpily puts the ice cream in the fridge while he puts your laptop away and carries you to the bedroom bridal style

after he gently gets you into bed and gets the both of you under covers, he is quick to wrap his arms around your waist while burying his face into your hair. smiling to himself because his s/o is adorable, he softly whispers “goodnight dumbass.”

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[mymegumi]

yours and his

pairing: kuroo tetsurou x gn!reader

genre: angst

word count: 320 words

warnings: potentially ooc kuroo

dedicated to: @tetsustation giggles i hope you like it

Always and forever.

That’s what he had said, didn’t he? When he was pressing his touch into your skin like he wanted to brand you with the mere existence of him. He had murmured it like he had believed he could speak it into reality, reverently and with the care one would use with something precious. To him, you were precious.

You were like something unattainable but finally within grasp—a sunrise after climbing a summit you’d previously failed on.

Maybe it was the chase he had enjoyed the most—a thrill of almost getting it and being just a touch too far away, the thrill of a volleyball game he’d almost won despite putting in all of his effort.

He said he loved the way you smiled at him in the soft lights of evening. Kuroo’s hair had been brushing against the curve of your forehead as his hands curled around the base of your neck. He smiled sweetly, with venom in his eyes—but yours were closed to the serene feeling of just being with him.

When he left, it felt like he had etched a place into your heart before tearing it open with his bare hands. It had been a dull, aching pain that hurt with each step. Every look at your past relationship, every thought of what you had been through together had been the realization that you were a fool.

Always and forever, he had whispered to you. Never once did it mean that you’d be together, but somehow he had known that you’d carry him with you.

In every smile that was given to you, you’d see him. In the laughter that carried on the wind, you’d think of him and wonder who was making him laugh. In the soft secretive smiles he used to give to you, you’d wonder if he was giving them to someone else.

He wasn’t yours, but you’d always be his.

[violetsoju]

airport

kuroo tetsurou · fluff · 2.2k

warning: slight suggestive theme, mild language, characters are aged-up

a/n: did i write this on impulse because i still can’t believe i was actually in this situation? maybe. did i write this as a manifestation of having a kuroo to bitch about and assure me? maybe too. did i get more encouraged to write this after reading a discussion in a server on bra sizes and brand recommendations a few days ago? maybe three.

“Kuroo, I’m serious. Stop laughing.”

A distinct cackling laughter from the speaker of your phone fills the four walls of your bathroom, along with a lazy lopsided grin flashing on the screen that’s perched on the wall mounted shelf next to the sink.  

“But you’re making it so hard not to! Plus, you’re supposed to brush your teeth for two minutes, not talk and brush your teeth at the same time for two minutes.” Kuroo reasons, laughter turning into soft chuckles.

“Sorry babe, but I didn’t catch anything you said just now because you sounded like a fish blubbing underwater, except you’re blubbing white foam instead of bubbles.”

He finds it hard not to grin like a fool at your figure from his side of the screen, hands on your hips with a toothbrush stuffed in your puffed-up cheeks, hair pushed back with an elmo headband that he finds ugly yet cute because of the two ridiculously huge eyes dangling on top.

You mumble something yet inaudible while wiping away the drool of toothpaste dripping down the side of your mouth, a small pout dotting your lips.

“Rinse up and tell me from the top again once you’re done, alright?” Kuroo sighs, shaking his head adoringly as he manages to make out a ‘fine’ out of the string of muffled sounds from you.

And do you listen to him completely? Of course not. So he rests his left cheek on his palms, humming to the bits of information you try to squeeze in without accidentally swallowing tap water while cleansing your face.

The white tiles in the background shift to cream walls shakily, along with the shuffling sounds of room slippers against the wooden flooring. “Then as we were walking towards the karaoke place, I somehow fell behind the rest and ended up beside him. And guess what happened?”

“He confessed to you?” He jokes, oblivious to where this is heading, yet.

“God, I’d rather that happen.” You take a seat in front of your study desk filled with skincare products tucked on the side, placing your phone against the wall. “Instead, he called out to me, which I turn to him and find him looking at my boobs, saying ‘oh, its nothing’,”

Kuroo visibly flinches a little, eyebrows furrowed in disgust, eyes widening slightly, like he just tasted a sip of milk that has gone bad. “Excuse me?”

“He was looking at my boobs, Kuroo. My boobs. Shamelessly. Saying ‘oh, its nothing’. What the heck?” You mentally thank yourself for not opening the cover of the toner in your hand, to save the mess you would have made from all the expressive hand gestures.

“And you were wearing your usual tank top, right?” He smacks his lips together, as if trying to get rid of the bad aftertaste.

“Yeah, the usual square neck rib knit tank top that I always wear.” He tilts his head to the side, eyebrows knitted in confusion. Your wardrobe of tops flashing through his head. “The one that you don’t understand why I own a several pieces in different colours. That one.” A long ‘oh’ resonates through the speakers, the particular top emerging from the sea of clothing.

Kuroo processes the image for a few seconds. “That’s not revealing at all.”

“Exactly! It’s like the most basic thing? There’s tons of girls out there who wear the similar thing as me too.” You tap your toner onto your face with your hands. “And I was even wearing a jacket on top of it? It’s not like I was fully exposed or something. But even if I didn’t have my jacket on, I don’t see how it’s taken as a sign to stare brazenly like that. I wear whatever the heck I want to make myself feel and look good, not for someone else to ogle at, unable to keep their raging hormones in check.”

He hums in agreement. “What did you do or say to him then?”

“Honestly, I don’t know what made me so pissed at that moment either.” You sigh, reaching out for your wash-off mugwort mask. “I snapped at him, telling him that when he talks to girls, he should be looking at them in the eye, not at their boobs.”  

“That’s my girl.” Kuroo flashes his signature cheshire-grin. “What did he say then?”

Your lips purse together, recalling the situation. “I don’t think he even heard me. Partly because you know how I rush through words like I’m rapping when I’m mad.”

“Told you to apply for that rap competition show on tv.”

“Kuroo.” Your glare earns an apology and light-hearted chuckles. “Another reason why I don’t think he heard me was because he actually had the balls to sit next to me during the karaoke session.” His eyebrows arch at the statement. “To which I dragged Mizuki to sit next to me and he got pushed to the side with the other guys.”

He huffs through his nose with a tinge of frustration, fingers running through his dishevelled hair. “How old is he again?”

“20, I think. But still, that’s no excuse for being so disrespectful towards girls and women. He’s already a full-grown adult for crying out loud.” You set the timer to 15 minutes on your phone, shuffling to your bed. “Out of all the boys I’ve met that are of his age or back when we were his age, I’ve never met such a disrespectful guy. In this area of discussion, I mean.”

“You mean you haven’t met such a horny monkey before.” Kuroo summarises. You snort at his remark, making yourself comfortable under the covers while waiting for the mask to work its magic.

“So you’re mad that he looked at your boobs.”

You place your phone between your folded knees, slouching against the bed frame. “Of course I am. It’s a violation against my body. How the fuck does he think he’s entitled to look at someone blatantly like that? Imagine someone staring at your dick like its nothing.”

The stupid cocky smirk appears on screen again. “Not gonna lie, but I would be proud. Or amused.”

“Freak.” You scoff, scrunching your nose at his reply.

His amber eyes gleam under the dim lights through the screen. “You sure you’re not mad at anything else?” He prods, not letting you off the hook.

“I guess I’m so mad because I never expected this to happen to me. I mean, look at me. What’s there to look at when I’m basically as flat as an airport?” You gesture to your breasts, ignoring his ‘you’re exaggerating’ interjection. “I would understand if he was staring at someone voluptuous or well-blossomed. But what’s the point of staring at a wall so flat there’s no cracks or dents in between?”

Kuroo’s sharp yet soft features settle into a knowing look. “So there is something else that you’re mad at.”

You narrow your eyes at him. “That is?”

“You’re upset that your boobs are small.”

Your eyes take a 360-degree turn, huffing exasperatedly. “I’m not. I’m happy with the way they are.”

“No, you’re not.”

“Yes, I am.”

“You’re not.”

“I am.”

His firm discerning expression in the 10-second-long stare off has you heaving a long sigh in defeat. “I mean, there are times which I wish they would be just a little bigger…” You hesitantly admit, biting the inside of your lips. “So I don’t have to rely on push-up bras that much. And they would look nicer in wireless bras… Or in deep v neck cuts… Or plunge dresses…”

“Babe, they’re perfect with the way they are now.” Kuroo’s words doesn’t come out as pity or consolation; it’s filled with raw honesty and sincerity.

You glance down at the soft flesh beneath your oversized t-shirt that once belonged to Kuroo. “I know, but sometimes you can’t help but want more, right?”

“I understand, it’s natural.” He nods in acknowledgment. “But we have to be grateful with what we have, don’t we?”

A soft smile tugs the corner of his lips at the sight of your pout. “You’re right. Why did I get myself so worked up just because of one horny monkey when I have such an amazing and supportive boyfriend?” His lips curl up with a little more pride at you remembering and reusing his little remark.

“At your service, always. And ever ready to chase off any horny monkeys in sight.” He places his hands to his eyebrows as a salute dramatically, earning a hearty laugh from you.

“Question time. On the bright side, don’t you save more on bras because they require lesser fabric than bigger sizes? Less fabric, less production cost?”

“If only it were like that, Kuroo. You know what, we’re going bra shopping for our next date.”

“May I be granted the honour of choosing the fine piece of garment?” He places his hand over his right chest.

You hold onto your imaginary ruffled dress in the air, dropping into a mid-curtsy. “If I have the honourable chance to be blessed by your gracious kindness to pay for it, be my guest.”

“Of course, m’lady.” He bows curtly, giving you a flirtatious wink.

You giggle at his sappiness. “Okay my turn. Aren’t you jealous that you don’t have the chance to hold them like other boyfriends do for their busty girlfriends when their boobs swell and get sore during their periods?”

He shrugs like it’s no big deal, but the glint in his eyes says otherwise. “It’s not like that’s the only time I get to touch them.” He wiggles his eyebrows at you suggestively.

“Pervert.” You gasp, covering your breasts with your arms.  

The timer on your phone beeps, signaling it’s time for you to wash off your mask.

“Didn’t take you to be a boob person. Thought you were more of a butt person.” You place your phone back on the wall mounted shelf in the bathroom, turning on the tap water to run.

“I’m neither. Because I’m a you person, your person. A person that loves you as a whole, not by parts.” You swear you can see him giving you that smug grin of his with your face submerged with water, washing off the remaining residue.

“You know, maybe God deliberately blessed you with a lesser amount in this aspect.”  His voice echoes through the speakers.

You reach out to your face towel hanging next to the sink and place gentle pats on your face. “And why is that?”

“Because God knew that you’d be unstoppable if you were blessed in all aspects. I mean, look at you. You’re already slaying it despite your fun-sized boobs.”

You nearly choke on your own saliva from the fits of laughter at his comment. “What the hell, Kuroo. No one calls a C cup and below fun-sized.”

“If people call those below the height of 160cm fun-sized, I don’t see why I can’t do the same with breast sizes.” He reasons with a nonchalant face.

“Fine, fun-sized boobs they are.” You give in, switching off the bathroom lights. “Your drop-dead gorgeous kick-ass girlfriend has fun-sized boobs.”

“And I love it. That’s what makes her special too.” He adds, face full-on smitten with love.

“Shut up, cheesy conman.” You chuckle softly, your face a mirror image of his.

“Well, you chose one yourself. No refunds.” The coolness of your moisturizer helps soothe the warmth blossoming across your cheeks, but not the warmth spreading throughout your chest like a cosy fireplace on a cold winter day.

【☾】

Zero and one digits flash on the top right of the screen, signalling it’s way past your bedtime. You’ve been on the phone with Kuroo for close to two hours, no wonder you feel yourself drifting to sleep each second. Kuroo senses it too, from the way your eyes twitch and lose focus.

“Alright, last question before we wrap up for today. When are you hanging out with them again?” He asks, stifling a yawn.  

You let out a yawn as well, stretching your arm over your head, popping a few bones. “I don’t know, but I may skip if he’s tagging along.”

“Nope, we’re going together. Me and you.” Kuroo states matter-of-factly with droopy eyes.

You rub your eyes that has been lidded with sleep. “What if you’re busy on that day like today?”

“Then I’ll just clear my schedule for the day. Gotta show the lil boy who owns this airport.” His deep voice croaking through the speakers of your phone.

“Airport?” You question, confused at his statement, wondering if sleep has started to take over your sense of hearing.

“Airport.” He gestures at his tiddies sleepily.

“Kuroo…” Your distressed groan doesn’t stop him from his babble.

“Gotta show to him that it’s a private one too, not some public area that’s available to any common folk like him. Right, babe?”

a/n: in Chinese, there’s a saying of calling flat chested girls or girls with small boobs as 飞机场, which means airport because the airport runway is flat. so it’s like one’s chest is so flat that it can run the plane lmao. all sizes are precious, don’t get me wrong. this is purely for entertainment purposes

shoutout to @moonboohoo​ for being my irl Mizuki that day ily ❤️