#mr tetsurou sir

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Kuro tetsuro is hot...

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001. 𝙈𝙄𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙍 𝙈𝙄𝘿𝙉𝙄𝙂𝙃𝙏 • DANGER

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Incubus Kuroo Tetsurou, the sexy stranger in your dreams and secretly your seductive client at work, craved the taste of not only your body and soul but also your heart.

incubus!kuroo, f!reader, oral, squirting, deep penetration, f*ngering, mutual masturbatn, slight nppleplaay, squ*rting

for everyone who wants some sensual seduction because kuroo! cmon are you kidding me? if that man ain't sexy enough to make you drop your undies in under a minute idk anymore! anwys, happy kuroo month!

“Aaahhh...aaah...” You moaned non-stop as skillful tongue circled your clit. Your hips won’t stop moving until you start clenching.  

”Mhmm...you taste so good,” he said.  

You bit your lip and arched your back. Amazing...Rough hands caressed your smooth thighs and squeezed on your flesh tight as you came. “Mhmmm...” 

Your eyes popped open, heaving as you woke up. There was no one in your room—not a man in between your legs, but you still feel the pleasure in your core like it was real and not just a dream. 

You blushed. You couldn’t remember the face of the man in your dreams, but it was as if he was your lover, someone you’re very comfortable to be doing those stuff with.  

It had been going on for days now and you still didn’t know why. You weren’t watching any X-rated films nor were you indulging in anything sexual, but you kept waking up coming from your dreams.  

You sighed, shrugging the thought off as you needed to prepare for today, dressing in one of your professional-looking corporate attire. As a routine, you always stopped by your regular coffee shop to buy some morning drink. This time you got some iced matcha latte on the way. 

A smile spread across your face as you sifted the scene of the drink, when an unusual woman spoke to before you cross the street, “An incubus has his eyes on you.” 

You stared at her for a while, trying to grasp what she just told you, until the pedestrian signal went green, and you decided to cross the street.  

Incubus? You pondered. You only heard of them in movies and during your literature class. Heck, vampires were even more famous, but incubus? Was it really true?  

“Good morning, Y/N!” A colleague greeted as headed towards your office. “I saw you at the pet store the other time. I didn’t know you’re pet parent too!” 

Your face slightly fell, remembering the stray cat you took care of for almost a month until he stopped visiting you a few days ago. “He’s still not returning home.” 

“I-I’m sorry!” She gave you a sympathetic smile, and then tried to cheer you up, “Hey! Maybe he went back to his original owner?” 

You smiled as the image of your sweet and adorable cat popped into your head, “I hope so. I hope he’s safe and eating well.” 

Reaching your desk, you exchanged pleasantries, and your thoughts were replaced by your upcoming meeting. You fixed your files and headed to the conference room for your scheduled briefing. This one’s a big shot client, something that would advance you in your career.  

Taking a deep breath, you opened the mahogany door and were greeted by your teammate. “Oh, Y/N! Just in time. The client just arrived too. This is Mr. Kuroo Tetsurou, the Project Head.”  

Your world and heart stopped for a beat.  

This man...His aura...seemed familiar. 

Your chest tightened at his presence. The whole room felt like it compressed just the two of you in it.  

He got on his feet. He’s tall, towering over you. He donned gray coat and slacks with a midnight black dress shirt underneath that completely matched his wildly tousled hair. A smirk crawled his face as his glance on you lingered. This man was devilishly handsome. You’re torn between falling in his arms and hiding away from him. 

“Kuroo is fine,” he extended a hand. 

You met him with yours, “Y/N, sir.” Damn, your hand was cold and was most likely sweaty. Embarassing... 

Kuroo grinned and teased, “Are you nervous?” 

Your face heated up. Smug bastard! You fought the anxiety away. There’s no way you’d lose your professionalism over a megalomaniac hot guy. You straightened your back and looked at him straight in the eyes. “It’s just a little cold here. Now, shall we get started?” 

You didn’t miss how comfortably he sat on his chair like he wanted to be entertained. It was as if you’re not going to present a PR campaign, rather a strip tease. 

You popped your knuckles, easing the tension you were feeling. You successfully delivered and defended a lot of presentations, but this one was giving you a weird kind pressure like It was just your first time. 

Collecting your thoughts, you led the presentation and explained to him the overall campaign timeline, the communication channels you’d be using and the rationale for each.  

“Tapping into community seeding is also cost-efficient and can drive us to our 20% increase in social media engagement target by the end of the campaign,” you presented without failing to notice his half-lidded gaze on you as he slowly ran his index finger against his bottom-lip.  

Oh my...It’s distracting. Your brows furrowed in concentration, and you noticed him subtly chuckled. You balled your hand into a fist and tried to keep your composure. “That’s our last platform, and the end of my presentation. Do you have any comments or suggestions?” 

“None, I’m all good,” he said, grinning.

Of course, none. You didn’t listen. You forced a smile. “Then we’re good,” you said.  

He put on a lopsided grin with eyes fixed on you, “Yes, we are.” 

You felt your insides clenched. What was that? 

You didn’t know how to put it, but it was as if he’s sending sexual energy your way. You could feel it thick and heavy. This man was not here for business. He’s here to score you, and he's making your blood boil in complicated ways. 

There’s no way! No way you’d let this man get into your head. 

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

You opened your apartment door and peeked outside. Nothing. There’s nothing. You closed it again and glanced at the clock. It’s 10pm. You slumped your shoulders and glumly looked at the cat bed you just bought.  

By this time around, the little rascal would be rubbing his way against your leg to push you to sleep. Sometimes, when you’re still busy watching random things or anime, he’d step on the laptop just to get your attention. You missed him a lot. You really do. 

Sighing, you turned off the lights and plopped down on your bed. You grabbed your phone and remembered what the odd woman told you this early morning.  

Incubus...Curious, you looked up for it. Your eyes widened. An incubus is a sex demon who feeds on the lifeforce of the women he mates with. He feeds on them by being taken against her will in her dreams. A woman being fed on by an incubus will immediately feel depleted and drawn out. It will only take a few days before she can last, and she will immediately perish.   

You wrapped yourself with your blanket, scared at the thought that an incubus was feeding on you every night when you sleep. You reread everything again and wondered. You never felt depleted nor weakened at all. If any, you felt so amazing and great whenever you’d wake up from that kind of dream. Embarrassing, but you felt a lot of tension in your body melt because of those dreams. 

Staring at the ceiling, you lowkey fought not to close your eyes, but you were sleepy... 

You rest your head back. He placed his chin atop your shoulder. You found yourself surrounded by the gray and brown walls of tje conference roon and seated atop the table.  

“You’re very pretty back there,” he sweetly whispered while his hand roamed over your breast, opening the first top buttons of your blouse before sliding to tease your nipple in between his fingers. You heaved, chest rising against searing touch. You felt heat buzzing in your crotch. His lips captured yours and other hand traveled under your panties. “You want me?”  

You nodded your head and you felt him smile against your skin. “You don’t seem like it a while ago.” He licked the skin from across your neck to your jaw. “Were you mad at me?” 

“N-No...” your voice shook. You panted, feeling your pussy throbbed even further. “Pleaase...” You begged.  

He walked in front of you, unbuttoned the first half of his dress shirt and rolled up his sleeves. “What is it? Tell me...” 

“You...I want you.” You spread your legs wide for him.  

He smirked and ran his tongue in between his lips as he pulled your underwear down. “Well, it’s a pleasure to meet you too.” He inserted his middle and index fingers in. “Oooh...you’re oozing for me, pretty girl. I never thought you want me this bad.” 

Your head swung back, and hips raised automatically as he fiercely fingered you getting hyped up at the sound of your squelching pussy. He hooked his fingers and your eyes widened. 

“Aaaahhh...Oh my! So- aaahhh...” You bit your lips down and held his wrist, convulsing around him as you squirted a plenty. He removed his fingers in the middle your orgasm.  

Unbuckling his belt, he set his cock free, and your pussy ached, craving for more. You dipped your fingers inside you trying to get off so desperately. He got even harder at the sight of you helplessly pleasing yourself in front of him. He stroked his cock in the same manner.  

“This...This won’t do,” you cried. “Please, I want you.” 

He grunted and aligned his hardened member along your entrance. Slowly easing forward, he winced but eventually smirked with how easy it was to slide inside your sopping cunt. “Well, looks like you’re hungry for my cock. Your pussy’s eating me up so well.” 

In a heartbeat, he thoroughly thrusted into you, hips rolling in a haste while he leaned close to reach you deep. You held onto his bulging bicep, nails digging on his skin. Ohhh...ohhh...you didn’t care anymore! Whether he’s an incubus or a projection of your frustration, you couldn’t find yourself stopping. Your legs wrapped snug around his legs, making it easier to dunk his cock against your womb.  

He claimed your mouth for an open-mouthed kiss, which had your head spinning. His tongue, his taste, his scent was intoxicating...Delicious... 

“Name...” he hissed. “Say my name...say my name.. say my name...” 

“Haaah haaah...” you panted, back arched as your head fell back. It was as if you were levitating in pleasure.  

“Say-” he demanded as he drove his dick hard and deep. 

You gasped, mouth opened wide, feeling it building up and up, “K-K...” 

Your eyes flickered open, shaking as you came so strong you gripped your sheets. Deep breaths, you were lost in your deep breaths. It was so good it’s so hard to recover. You ran your hand over your belly, and you shivered.  

Name...You almost cried out his name, but nothing about him remained in your memory upon waking upon. All you could remember was his kiss, his touch and the comfort of being around him all exposed.  

Finally regaining strength, you sat up and discovered your pool of arousal drenched your bed. You’re embarrassed, but it’s even more embarrassing to admit that you enjoyed every bit of it.  

You stood up and went to the bathroom to splash water on your face, still confused on why you were continuously having these dreams. You cupped your face, looking at the mirror. You didn’t change your skincare regime, nor did you shift into a new diet, but you looked different. Better. Was this the afterglow?  

Whatever it was, you prepared for work. You couldn’t be late, especially when your new client challenged every bit of your professionalism. Kuroo Tetsurou...just the thought of his name was enough to make you feel some type of way. 

“Have you figured it out, young lady?” The odd woman asked as you just finished buying your coffee. You just gave her a quizzical look in return, quite cautious of the said stranger. “Have you taken custody or care of a stray animal lately? If so, that could be how he found you. It could be its other form.” 

You pondered on what she said before crossing the street. Stray animal? The past few days...The image of your cute black cat came across you. Mr. Midnight...No, it couldn’t be him. Impossible. 

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[astheroid]

WASTELAND, BABY

- when the world is ending, all kuroo tetsurou wants is you in his arms [angst, hospital themes and implied death, slight? mentions of throwing up].

a/n - i haven’t written tetsu in a while omg. sorry to bring him back with angst, but i was in a silly goofy mood today. also this fic is based off of wasteland, baby! by hozier 👀

Kuroo’s world was dying. He felt dizzy, as if the gravity chaining him to his cold, lonely chair had suddenly snapped, leaving him to free-float in the depths of his own mind. His everything was crumbling before his eyes, and he could do nothing to stop it.

He wiped his hands across his tear-stained cheeks. He needed to be strong, he told himself. Miracles are possible.

No, they’re not. A little nagging thought attached itself to the back of his brain and stayed caught, refusing to flee. A tidal wave of emotions swept him up, and hot tears began to slide down his face once again.

A nurse knocked on the wall next to him. “Mr. Kuroo?”

He drew in a breath. “Yeah, that’s me.” She gave him a sympathetic look, her eyebrows furrowing.

“My condolences, sir. Your partner is open for visitation. If you want to see them now, of course. Take your time.”

He stood up on shaky legs. His hands were trembling, too, clammy and clumsy without someone to kiss them still.

He cleared his throat. “Thanks.”

As soon he stepped into your room, cold and dead and lifeless, he felt bile rise in his throat. It was far too quiet, and far too solemn. He hated it.

He sat in the chair next to your bed, the smell of freshly washed linen floating through the air. Your eyes were closed, and he was certain they would not open again.

The silence, broken only by the piercing beeps of the machine next to you, was too much to handle. He felt himself shattering into pieces. The sharp pain, savage in its nature, ravished his only leftover stability. Kuroo Tetsurou’s spirit, his strong, kind spirit, was now beaten and battered.

He sobbed in that room, over your desolate body, knowing he could never love again.

[ahtsumu]

THE VOICEMAIL HE LEAVES YOU AFTER YOU BREAK UP WITH HIM

thank u @bbytetsu​ for atsumu’s 💖

MIYA ATSUMU: you broke up with him because he doesn’t read. you don’t even know if he can read. he has never finished a book in his life. dresses up as a gryffindor for halloween but has never even read the harry potter series–– he calls himself a potterhead after just watching the movies 🥴

“BABY PLEASE COME BACK I BOUGHT THE BOOK YOU MENTIONED 😭😭 I GOT THE EN-CENTIPEDE-DIA I’M READING IT RN”

USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI: you broke up with him because you guys can’t understand each other. every time he gets a text from you he has urban dictionary open on a separate tab and you always have to ask if he’s mad bc this boy doesn’t know tone 😭  he once said talking to you is like trying to speak in another language omf the miscommunication is real 💔💔

“Y/N i know you... went off on me two days ago but can we forget about the... tea and get back together? i miss you and i’m a different man...  i have twitter now... bae”

KUROO TETSUROU: you broke up with him because he’s so secretive and for what!!! okay mr bond 🙄 he’s like “baby u can spill all your secrets to me” and he just absorbs it like a sponge... but when you ask about his childhood trauma he just clams up!! trust is a two-way street sir 😤

“i promise i’ll be more open with you if you give me a second chance... you wanted to know something i’ve never told anyone else so here it goes... i tagged my instagram photos with #f4f until i was in 11th grade 😭”

OIKAWA TOORU: you broke up with him because he always talks over you. you’re in the middle of telling him about your day, talking about how your friend was being shady af today, and he’s like “oh by the way should i wear blue or navy for that gq photoshoot tomorrow?” uhhhh 👀👀 goodbye 👋

he’s not leaving a voicemail 😂

SAKUSA KIYOOMI: you broke up with him because he’s literally always busy. what’s he doing? playing volleyball? doing an interview? on a mf flight to burkina faso??? you never know bc it’s radio silence from his end throughout the day... he literally cannot catch a break :(( you love him but it’s so unfair for u!

“my plane to fiji for a shoot with sports illustrated takes off in five so text me when you get this and i’ll text you back tomorrow, but are you sure we can’t work this out?”

BOKUTO KOUTAROU: you broke up with him because he’s always so LOUD omg this man does not have an inside voice !!! you two always gets dirty looks when you’re at the movies and omf you can’t even step inside a quiet coffeeshop or library with him because he just gets you kicked out 😭

“baby i’m sorry i’m at the library with akaashi right now and i’m practising how to talk normally. if i go over sixty decimals–– decibels–– i have to venmo him five bucks. anyway can you call–– shit”

[goldentsum]

a lil something special for you my dom baby: imagine everyone being intimidated by CEO!Kuroo, with his polished suits and scrutinizing gaze... but, what no one else knows is that every night, Mr. Corporate Man is on his knees for you. you’re his queen, and he’ll dislocate his goddamn jaw as long as he gets to please you and help you cum 👀👀👀

━ intimidating ceo! kuroo who’s a sub for his s/o

𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤: smut, bdsm!, dom! reader, sub! kuroo, bondage, oral (fem receiving)

“get back to work, everyone! hurry! the devil is back!” an employee relayed the information in the large office and everyone scrambled to get to their desks, fixing and trying to look as if they were working.

when the familiar loud footsteps made by the expensive Italian leather of their CEO echoed in the room, their breath got stuck in their throat. the employees typed into their computer or wrote something to look busy, their hearts beating a mile per minute. 

no one ever told them that a boss like Miranda Priestly from ‘The Devil wears Prada’ actually existed. but no one has to tell them now, kuroo tetsurou is the living evidence of that. 

“who’s the idiot who made this? take it back and redo it!” kuroo scowled at the report given to him by his secretary and shoved it back into his arms, never stopping as he walked to his office. His sharp molten yellow eyes scanned the room and narrowed at the quiet room except for the pressing of keyboards and pens scrapping the paper and desk. He clicked his tongue and ignored everyone, looking straight. 

“o-of course, sir.” His secretary said and ran to match the fast pace kuroo has. the tall intimidating man waved it off with a scowl and entered his office, the heavy door slamming behind him and shutting it in his secretary’s face. 

sighs of relief echoed in the office in unison as the other employees pitied the poor secretary who looked at the door, frightened, while he let out a shaky breath. 

inside the large office of the ceo, kuroo sat in his comfy chair as he sighed, tired from all the incompetency his employees has. a small bell rung in the quiet room and he looked at his phone that was on his desk. seeing that you texted him, a small smile appeared in his usual stoic face. 

he grabbed his phone and looked at the message you sent him. he gulped when he saw a picture. in the picture, you wore a tight black lingerie with thigh highs, a riding crop on one hand while you took a picture with the other. a seductive smirk lingered in your pretty red lips. 

5:55 pm 

[honeybuns]: we’re gonna have so much fun tonight, baby boy~ 

kuroo let his eyes scan the picture you sent, a growing hard-on in his tight slacks. he didn’t touch himself though. no, that was against your rules. he was a good boy. your good boy and he will abide by your rules or you’ll be angry. 

oh, he remembers it so clearly. he can still feel the ache in his body. 

he remembered you tying him up to the bedpost, a ball gag in his mouth as spit escaped from his lips and coated his chin and the ball thickly. his body ached from all the restraints you had on him. there was one on his ankles and legs, spreading him so embarrassingly wide and another on his wrists, going down to arms and torso as a shibari design. on his aching length was a cock ring to prevent him from coming. 

tears pricked his eyes when you moved the vibrator to his sensitive cock making him convulse at the intense pleasure. a loud muffled moan escaped kuroo, his eyes closing tightly at your actions and his breath ragged. a hard slap hit kuroo’s thigh making him open his eyes again to stare at you in surprise as a shiver of arousal gone down his spine. he moaned when he saw you glaring at him and you moved the vibrator to the red sensitive head of his cock. 

“look at me, slut. don’t you dare close your eyes again.” you spat, slapping his thigh again. he nodded as he cried at the intense pleasure you’re giving him. 

you moved the vibrator away while kuroo panted like he just run a marathon. you crawled over his body, removing the gag roughly. saliva dripped from the ball to his chest as you removed it, kuroo panted like a dirty mutt and stared at you with tired and half-lidded eyes, anticipating your next move. 

you smirked at him and moved closer, hovering your wet pussy on his mouth. kuroo’s eyes dilated at that, wanting to taste you but you moved higher. the man whined at that while you laughed sardonically at his pitiful sounds. 

“make me cum and you’ll be rewarded, whore. i don’t care if you suffocate, take it like a good fuck toy you are.” you cooed out, running your hand through his hair like you didn’t just degraded him. your nails scratched his scalp just like how he loves it and kuroo relished at your affection. 

you then glared at the dazed sub under you and gripped his hair, pulling it hard as he gasped.

“aren’t you gonna answer, cum slut” kuroo whined at your words, nodding desperately. 

“y-yes, please let me taste you, mistress” he breathes out, gulping when you sat on his face making him taste you fully. kuroo ate you like a starved man, moaning into you like a good cum dumpster he is. you licked your lips and stared down at him. he was just so good to his mistress. 

kuroo thought he was gonna drown in your juices but he wasn’t complaining. he wants all of you.

his cock twitched when you let a breathy moan escape you. he was trying to grind his cock in the air, desperate to have any type pleasure on his cock but the restraints on his ankles and legs was not helping him. the aching burn of the ropes digging into his skin only added to his pleasure. 

he sucked on your clit and his tongue swiping at the puffy bundle of nerves so deliciously. you reached back and held his cock----

“sir? m-may i come in?” a knock on the door snapped kuroo out of his thoughts and he looked at the closed door as he closed his phone in alarm, clearing his throat. kuroo tried to compose himself and he moved closer to his desk to hide his raging erection that strained his immaculate slacks from view and answered his secretary. 

guess he just has to wait later and let you fuck him like there’s no tomorrow. kuroo’s so fucking hard but he’ll wait like the good boy he is. he’s so excited to see you tonight and have you fuck the stress out of him. 

[hoonie’s note]: fuck--!! FUCKKK-!! oKAY I NEED TO CALM THE FUCK DOWN--!! THANK YOU IZZY!! I LOVE YOU!! I GOT CARRIED AWAY CUS YES FOR SUB! KUROO!!

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[okkotszn]

‘ Amortentia ,

Character: Kuroo Tetsurou

AU: Harry Potter

Warnings: none, just fluff

Potions class was never your favorite. Sure, creating concoctions that had the potential to fatally harm someone with even the smallest drop was cool, but standing in a smelly room for an hour and a half, surrounded by bored students was not something you looked forward to.

Not to mention how extremely boring the professor sounded when droning on about potions you’d most likely never need to use, like the Babbling Beverage or a Dizziness Draught.

But you had always hated the class for one specific reason.

Kuroo Tetsurou.

He sat right behind you, which was the worst possible placement as he would pull your hair and throw small pieces of paper when the professor wasn’t looking.

He also managed to mess up your Hiccoughing Solution, causing it to throw whoever took it into a fit of violent coughs rather than cure them. You learned this the hard way when your professor sent you to detention for “purposely drugging him.”

You immediately knew by the smug look on Kuroo’s face as you had angrily packed your bag that he was responsible for your misfortune.

Currently you were sitting in your seat waiting for your professor, praying that Kuroo wouldn’t show up to class today.

He never had a thing for waiting on late students and started his lesson as soon as he arrived. Your classmate still not being there, you internally smiled.

Thank Merlin he’s not here-

But your thoughts were cut short as Kuroo burst into the room, breathless with his hair more unkept than usual, robes worn in a way that obviously showed how much of a rush he had been in.

“Hey, Professor!” Kuroo smiled. “How’s it going-“

“Sit. Down.”

“Yes sir.”

Grumbling to yourself, you kept your focus on the teacher as you waited for him to go on.

“Before I was interrupted, I was going to talk about the potion we will be focusing on today, which will be Amortentia.”

Excited squeals could be heard from the girls in the room as the boys let out bored groans.

“Can anyone tell me what this potion does?”

You raised your hand.

“Yes, Ms./Mr. L/n?”

“It’s the most powerful love potion in the world, yet despite its power, does not create actual love, rather the person under the effect of the potion would hold an obsession towards the person who administered it. It’s also rumored to smell differently to each person according to what attracts them.”

“Very good, Ms./Mr. L/n!” The professor clapped. “Now I want you all to open your textbooks and find the recipe for this potion and recreate it! Call me over when you have finished and I will be the judge of how well you’ve all done. You may all start….now!”

[ fast forward an hour ]

“Finished!” Kuroo exclaimed proudly, raising his hand to alert the professor. He had always finished his potions quickly, being the top student in his year for the subject.

Making his way to Kuroo’s desk, the professor examined his cauldron.

“It’s perfect!” Kuroo beamed with pride.

“Now, as Y/n stated earlier, it smells different to each person according to what attracts them. So, Mr. Kuroo, what do you smell?”

He leaned down enough to get a whiff of the potion as everyone looked at him quietly, waiting for him to share. Kuroo’s cheeks became a bit pink.

“I smell broomstick polish, fish and y-y/s.”

(y/s = the scent of your soap/shampoo)

You narrowed your eyes at him as you added the last ingredient to your cauldron. Why was one of his favorite scents y/s?

“Professor, I’ve also finished my potion.”

“Alright, lets see how you’ve done.” Walking over to your desk, he inspected it the same way he did to Kuroo’s.

“Perfect as well! My, you have been getting better and better! Now tell me, what do you smell?”

You leaned down to get a smell of the potion. But something wasnt right.

“I smell f/s/1, f/s/2 and some sort of cologne.” You scrunched your eyebrows together. You have a very faint memory of smelling it and that was when…..

….when you walked past Kuroo’s desk.

Your eyes widened as you came to a realization and looked up at Kuroo.

He was looking at you already, smirking as he winked.

Glaring at him you sat down and looked away. The class carried on, though most kids knew something was going on.

When your professor dismissed you, you packed your bags as quick as possible to get away from Kuroo, but you bumped into somebody’s chest right as you walked out the door.

Slowly lookin up, the person you had been trying to get away from was looking right back at you.

“Well, Y/n, I didn’t think you were that fond of me,” he let out a loud laugh.

“Don’t let it get to your head, Kuroo. There was probably something wrong with the potion.”

You began to walk towards your common room as he grabbed your wrist and turned you around.

Your face inches from his, he said, “You heard the professor, your potion was perfect.”

Your face was burning from the close proximity of your faces as Kuroo moved away and laughed again.

“So, how does Hogsmeade sound for this weekend? Ill even pay for your Butterbeer since I’m that nice.”

You rolled your eyes.

“Fine, but just this once.”

“I knew you couldn’t resist me.” Kuroo smiled and began walking to his next class.

“This is a one time thing!” You yelled after him.

“We’ll see about that!”

[onlyfortheplot]

No Takesies Backsies

➳ Pairing: Kuroo Tetsurou x Fem!Reader ft. Sashi Kuroo

➳ Part of  Daddy Universe

➳ Synopsis:

“She’s always smiley,“ you said, pouring yourself another drink.

“Not when she’s with her mom.“ he grimly said, downing the rest of his drink.

“I want to be her mother.“ you softly said, not looking at Kuroo.

He choked on his drink, slamming the glass on the desk.

“W-what?“ he said, cheeks burning.

➳ Warning: Slight language, Divorce, Single Parent AU

➳ Word Count: 1.6K

A/N:

OMG I am totally not trying to procrastinate. Shiptember. And I did not totally listen to Payphone while writing this. Asks are CLOSED. TAGLIST IS OPEN!. Anyway ENJOY. <3 @lizbotw​ I did it hehe!!!<3 Luv u wifey!

He ran a hand through his black hair, groaning as he looked at the mess his daughter had made. Oatmeal was sprayed across the table, the spoon missing. She gave a sheepish smile, looking at her father with doe-like eyes.

“Babygirl, what did you do.“ He was exasperated. Not only did his ex-wife, refuse to take Sashi, but she had told him she wouldn’t be able to take her for the next week. He ran a hand down his face. And now this... 

It wasn’t that that he was incapable. It was more the fact, she had found spending time with her new boyfriend more important than her daughter. He muttered curses under his breath.

“I’m sorry, daddy.“ Sashi mumbled, hopping over her seat, running to her dad. She hugged his legs. He chuckled, tiredly. 

“Its okay, baby.“ He leaned down, and swung her up, “But, you need to be careful, okay?“ He bopped her nose, making her smile. 

“Yup,“ she replied, popping the ‘p‘. “I promise!“

“Good, because once we get to my office...“ he trailed off at the scrunched up face his daughter was making.

“I know, daddy. I’ll be good for Y/N.“ she said.

“Ms.L/N,“ he corrected her, dropping her too the floor.

She pouted. “But, you call her that!”

“That’s because we’re adults.“

“I wanna be an adult.“ she crossed her hands, huffing. He ruffled her head, as he leaned over to grab a paper towel from the kitchen counter. He was glad that she believed him. At least, then, he didn’t have to explain the relationship he had with you. Not that he could explain it. He didn’t know.

His marriage with his ex-wife was faulty from the start. She was too controlling, wanting to be in power. And he was to giving, as she took and took and took. He hated it. He had thought, believed, that she was the one. The one he would grow old with. The one he would have a family with.

Well that happened, he chuckled humorlessly as he looked at Sashi. He would never —never in his goddamn life regret having her. She was the world to him. But, sometimes he couldn’t feel anything but the sadness and the emptiness, even with Sashi beside him. And sometimes, he couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to share his world, his Sashi, with someone he could love.

And he had tried, multiple times, to reconnect with dating. But, to no avail. The idea of a daughter was either to burdening or unappealing to most. He sighed, as he glanced at her.

“Let’s go, buddy.“ he mumbled, motioning for Sashi to follow him. She joyfully, grabbed his hand and walked along side him.

If only...

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“Do I sound amused,“ you deadpanned, holding the phone between your ear and shoulder, “Does it sound like, Mr.Morti, that I am trying to make a joke.”

You clenched your hands, crumpling up the piece of paper.

“Does it, Mr.Morti, sound like I am in the mood for you,“ you exhaled sharply, cutting yourself off. Even if you were mad, livid, exasperated, tired and fed up you had to calm yourself before things took another turn,

“Ms.L/N, I had forwarded an email —“

“No, really?“ you interrupted, “I was totally not aware of the stupid email, with more than one grammar mistakes. No, Mr.Morti, I wasn’t aware of the goddamn email you sent me at one in morning, saying you would like to reschedule the meeting. And there, totally wasn’t a singular line at the end of your mess of an email, saying, and I quote,“ you fumbled at your desk, hand-picking the printed out copy of the email.

“If this is okay with you, if not we can try to make it work today.“

The line went silent, your heavy breath the only sound.

“Pardon?“

You threw down the stack of paper, almost screaming into the phone line.

“Stupid and deaf.“ you snapped, “Why they hire a mess like you in such a respectable company.“

You heard the door open, the slight squeak, breaking you from concentration. You scowled, as Mr.Morti fumbled over his words, looking for an excuse.

Glancing to door however, your scowl evaporated. 

You blushed slightly, as Kuroo Tetsurou hurriedly walked into your room, waving a small hello.

Hello, you mouthed back, turning your attention to the phone.

“Like I said, maybe if you use your brain cells—“

“Ms.L/N. Y/N, please—“

“Don’t Y/N me. Your lack of intelligence, or the basics of comment sense, amuses me. And that along with your incompetence is the real joke here, Mr. Morti. So I suggest you,“ you took in a deep breath, “before you get slathered with more insults, to find a way to make the meeting happen. Today.“ You didn’t let him respond. as you aggressively hung up.

“That was...“ Kuroo started, stopping almost instantly at your glare.

“No continue, Mr.Kuroo.“ you said crossing your hands over your chest, “I would love and enjoy your opinion on the conversation.“

“Conversation,“ he cackled, tilting his head back, “That was assault!“

You rolled your eyes, your mouth twitching. This always happened. You tried to stay mad and angry, but something about Kuroo just made you smile.

“What can I do for your Tetsu.“ you smiled walking over to him.

“Hello,“ you stopped, looking down, at the owner of the small voice. Your heart melting as you saw his daughter clutching at Kuroo’s dress pants.

“Hello,“ you looked at Kuroo, “Is this Sashi.“ He nodded, grinning as he pushed her forward.

“Go say hello.“

“Hello,“ she tentatively said, “Ms.L/N.“ You laughed. You were sure Kuroo had had his her say that.

“Don’t worry, dear. Just call me Y/N.“

“Really? Am I an adult now!” she looked up at Kuroo, happily, “That’s what you said, daddy.”

“Ah...“ he trailed off, looking at you helplessly. You chuckled.

“Are you ready for your first day of work, Miss.“ you jokingly saluted Sashi who grinned, saluting back.

“Yes, Ma’am!“ 

“Good. Our first task is to get some coffee for you tired father.“ 

His smile flickered as you looked at him. He had tried, angling himself in a way, where the dark circles under his eyes wouldn’t show. But, even without seeing the dark circles, you could tell from the lack of expression in his eyes, that he was burned out.

Your heart throbbed. You knew why. That idiot of a woman, whom Kuroo had married, was the reason. You gritted your teeth. He didn’t need to tell you what happened, you could just guess.

You plastered a smile on your face, lifting Sashi up.

“Let’s go to our first mission!“ you ordered, “And you,“ pointing at Kuroo, “take it easy today. I got everything covered.“

You gave him a stern smile, but your eyes were filled with adoration and sympathy.

He felt his heart beat quicken at your glowing eyes, as Sashi babbled about missions.

Oh, if only you knew.

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“Hectic day?“ you asked, as he leaned his head into the desk. His hair spilled over his eyes as he looked up at you.

“Today, sucked me out.“ he admitted, “We got mostly everything done. And thanks to you we got that meeting over with.” 

You smiled at that. You did have a way with words.

“Some wine, good sir,“ you asked, holding to wine glasses and a bottle. A juice bottle.

“Where’s— “

“Kenma came over to pick Sashi an hour ago.“ 

You placed the wineglass in front of him, flicking your wrist as you opened the cranberry juice, pouring it neatly into the glass.

“Cheers?“ he asked, lifting the glass as you finished pouring the juice into your own glass.

“Cheers.“ you clinked glasses, downing the drink in one.

“How did it go with Mika.“ you almost gagged as you spoke his ex-wive’s name.

“Stlll no response.“ he sighed, turning his drink, taking little sips. “I didn’t expect one.“

There was a pregnant silence.

You coughed, “Sashi is a gem.” you offered, “She has your personality.” 

He laughed.

“She smiled so much today,“ he murmured, half to himself, “Thank you.“

“She’s always smiley,“ you said, pouring yourself another drink.

“Not when she’s with her mom.“ he grimly said, downing the rest of his drink.

“I want to be her mother.“ you softly said, not looking at Kuroo.

He choked on his drink, slamming the glass on the desk.

“W-what?“ he said, cheeks burning.

“I want to be her mother.“ you said, a little louder than before.

“You—you know that would—“ You slammed your own drink on the table, reaching towards him and grabbing his tie. Pulling harshly, you slammed your lips on his own.

You could taste the leftover cranberry juice on his tongue.

“Mmm,“ he groaned into the kiss. You felt your cheeks burn, heat throbbing in your body.

“I know what it means,“ you whispered on his lips, “I love you. And I know, with Mika, you might not be interested, but I—“

He grabbed the back of your neck and placed his lips back on yours.

“Really?“ he asked, voice gravelly.

“Really.“ you firmly said.

“No takesies backsies.“

You rolled your eyes at his childish antics, pecking his cheek.

“Nope.“

Oh, if only he knew.

[suganovakawa]

i hope requests are still open, if not, you can just ignore this since u may be busy. i LOVE your s'mores headcanons with the karasuno boys, it's ! so ! cute ! may i request protective! captain as dads ( you could pick anyone you're comfortable with writing! ) and their only daughter started liking a boy ( bonus if it's the son of their old/current teamates if they played professional. ) thank you again if u ever decided to do this 💙

i’m slowly going to be going through requests again but THIS IS SO CUTE IM DYING PLS

this request is so old i know , i’m sorry for the wait anonnie pls forgive me fjjsnfmd

a loving father.

— kuroo, daichi, ushijima, oikawa, and bokuto’s only daughter ( separately ) falls for a boy.

gen masterlist.

taglist ( open ) ༉‧ @yams046 @janellion @avylee

— a/n : new layout! figured i’d try it, i always thought my previous layout was too tedious and spaced out, this new one is something more simple. enjoy!

— also, this is fem!reader!

tetsurou kuroo.

✧｡ the first time he hears of his babygirl catching the feels™ for someone, immediately he goes into protective dad mode

✧｡ in the past he had always joked about him being the only man his daughter needed in her life, and daddy’s little girl would always comply because kuroo def is one of the best dads around, don’t @ me

✧｡ but boy oh boy he’s ready to wage war once he hears about this boy, and he doesn’t even know who the guy is

✧｡ he wasn’t supposed to hear about his daughter’s crush, you and your daughter were having some girl talk, and you actually had to pry it out of her system or else she would’ve just kept it secret

✧｡ he was 100% eavesdropping on the two of you, he always feels so left out when it’s girl talk time— he’s tried convincing the both of you to let him in on the girl time, but all of his attempts have failed

✧｡ both you and your daughter hear a “WHAT?!?” from outside your bedroom door, and the two of you run out to see kuroo literally pressed against the door with a scowl on his face

✧｡ oh boy, your daughter’s really gonna get it now

✧｡ “tetsurou! you know better than to eavesdrop on us like that! you know that girl time is for us only! no boys allowed!” ofc, if y’all want a son...

✧｡ JDJDJFJFJ HE’S IN HYSTERICS

✧｡ we love a good drama queen, he’s sprawled on the floor, pretending to sob in his hands as your daughter is trying ( and failing ) to hide her embarrassment that her dad happened to listen in on what she wanted to keep secret

✧｡ “noooo our babygirl is growing up too quickly! what happened to me being the only man in her life, huh? she’s leaving the nest too quickly, stay with meeeee! be my little princess forever!”

✧｡ proceeds to become the embodiment of 🥺

✧｡ “dad, it’s just a crush...”

✧｡ “i had a crush on your mother back in the day, look at how we are now!”

✧｡ “tetsurou...”

✧｡ kuroo looks to you and takes you by your shoulders, his lip quivering as he points to your guys’ child “how are you so calm about this? this is our daughter we’re talking about here! take me a little more seriously, y/n!”

✧｡ you’re cracking up at the sight of kuroo, wiping tears from your eyes as you cross your arms, an evil glint shining in those eyes of yours

✧｡ “you’ll never guess who she does have a crush on, sweetheart.”

✧｡ “what?”

✧｡ your daughter is trying oh so hard to give you a signal of no no no no no no no no no mom please spare me but you’re just ignoring it, “go on, sweetie. tell your father who this special boy of yours is.”

✧｡ “... lev’s son...”

✧｡ RIP tetsurou kuroo, gone too soon.

daichi sawamura.

✧｡ now, daichi takes the news far better than how kuroo does, but you can tell he’s just a wee bit protective

✧｡ you can see it in the way he scrunches his nose every time your daughter brings up this boy— it’s subtle, but definitely noticeable

✧｡ he finds about his daughter’s crush while he picks her up from school, he spots her chatting up a storm with a classmate of hers

✧｡ “is that a friend of yours, sweetheart?” she’s in high spirits as daichi takes her home, which he’s happy with. he wants nothing more than to see his little bundle of joy happy as can be

✧｡ “silly daddy! that’s my boyfriend! he asked me out today while we were both at the swings, and i said yes!”

✧｡ JDJSJJF HE ALMOST SWERVED THE CAR BUT CAUGHT HIMSELF JUST IN TIME, KEEP DRIVING MR. SAWAMURA YOURE ALMOST HOME

✧｡ “b-boyfriend, you say?”

✧｡ “mhm! i’ve had a crush on him for a while, and he likes me back! so when he asked me to be his girlfriend, i said yes and we hugged!”

✧｡ by the looks of his face when he and your child came home, you knew exactly what had happened between your husband and your daughter on the way back— you were suppressing your laughter as much as possible, but a snicker escaped your lips as you greeted your daughter and let her inside

✧｡ “you knew about this, didn’t you, y/n?” daichi mumbled as he greeted you with a kiss on the forehead, clearly bothered by the news

✧｡ “she’d always fill me in on her adventures with her crush, telling me how she knows deep within her heart that they belong together.” you had turned to your daughter, who finished putting her bag down and you picked her up in her arms, “did he ask you out today, sweetie? were your predictions correct?”

✧｡ “yes! we’re dating now!” just hearing those words made daichi’s heart clench, but he had to just smile through the pain

✧｡ “that’s... lovely, sweetheart...” had he bothered to say anything more, he was going to pass out

✧｡ “wait, daddy doesn’t know who your boyfriend is, huh?” you smirked, causing daichi’s face to pale, “why don’t you tell him who your special someone is, dear?”

✧｡ your daughter grinned, “you know his dad, daddy! mr. nishinoya!”

✧｡ daichi proceeded to stare a wall blankly for the next half hour, repeating the words “oh my god, noya has a son” like a mantra.

✧｡ “mommy, what’s wrong with daddy?”

✧｡ “just give him some time, he’ll process it soon.”

wakatoshi ushijima.

✧｡ the first time he heard of his daughter having a crush on someone, it went completely over his head and thought nothing of it

✧｡ “daddy! i have a crush on that boy over there!”

✧｡ “oh. that’s nice, dear.”

✧｡ you were initially surprised when you heard his reaction, you weren’t expecting ushi to be so nonchalant— he was very overprotective of your only child, even if he didn’t show it

✧｡ turns out, he doesn’t know what a crush IS

✧｡ he thought it was just some childhood slang for classmate, and proceeded to carry on with his day— his daughter didn’t explain to him what having a crush meant, either

✧｡ oh sweet mother of jesus, you’ve married a complete dunce

✧｡ “toshi... you’re okay with her having a crush on a boy, right? you don’t mind?” you had to know for yourself, you asked ushijima about it when he came home from adlers practice; you let him wash up and both of you had put your child down for the night, you were busy making a late night meal for him since you know he can get hungry after working so hard

✧｡ “why wouldn’t i be okay with it? doesn’t she have many crushes?”

✧｡ you pressed your fingers against your temples and sighed loudly, shaking your head in disbelief. “do you even know what crushes are?”

✧｡ “classmates...?” seeing the shock on your face, he raised an eyebrow slightly, confused with your exasperation. “is it not youth slang for classmates?”

✧｡ “toshi— no. just, no.” you sat down in a chair next to him, and proceeded to explain that crushes are not slang for classmates, and to explain what your daughter was going through

✧｡ uh, i think you broke him

✧｡ after a whole five minutes of silence, all you got in return was “... oh. that’s what crushes are.”

✧｡ his face was completely blank, you weren’t sure if it was him realizing that he did not like that, or if he still was completely confused to his daughter having feelings for a boy

✧｡ “... well, i don’t see the harm in it.” you turned in surprise— his face was still stoic and unreadable, but he had shrugged slightly as it was your turn to raise an eyebrow, “a harmless crush on a boy isn’t too bad. and besides,” you could see a ghost of a smirk appear on his lips, “i had a crush on you, and we turned out like this.”

✧｡ sir that is illegal wtf go back to being a dunce

✧｡ you scoffed and hid your blush in your hands, rolling your eyes a bit, “do you even know who the boy is, toshi?”

✧｡ “am i supposed to know?”

✧｡ “ask your friend hoshiumi tomorrow at pracrice, i think he’ll be able to fill you in on it.”

✧｡ wakatoshi had many, many questions for his daughter the next evening when he came back from practice, oh boy.

tooru oikawa.

✧｡ honestly, i think tooru would take the news the best out of everyone here JFJSJJD probably because he’s so experienced in having people fawn and gawk over him, oops

✧｡ but obviously he’s still gonna be a little diva about it; after all, it’s HIS perfect princess we’re talking about here

✧｡ he came back home at the sight of your daughter daydreaming to you about her day at school, anyone with common sense could see how whipped and smitten over whoever this person was

✧｡ “we held hands during recess today! i almost didn’t want to wash my hands when we went inside today— hi daddy!”

✧｡ oikawa scooped her up in her arms and chuckled, ruffling her hair slightly, “hey there sweetheart, who did you hold hands with today?”

✧｡ the little girl blushed, lowering her voice shyly as she twiddled her thumbs, “it’s this boy in my class who i really like...”

✧｡ you couldn’t help but laugh at tooru’s initial reaction; his eyebrows flew upwards as his jaw parted slightly, processing the fact that his babygirl had developed a crush™ on a classmate

✧｡ tooru wasn’t too bothered by it, he was just in shock— immediately after he simply kissed her hair and smiled brightly at your daughter, “that’s real sweet, princess. anyone would be lucky to have someone as adorable as you liking them.”

✧｡ “you’re just saying that because i’m your daughter, daddy.”

✧｡ “no! i am just saying the truth!”

✧｡ he huffed, “besides, you better not get married so soon! you’re still MY baby, he can’t take you from me just yet! i’m still number one in your heart, right?”

✧｡ “tooru...”

✧｡ “y/n, how can you be so content with her having a crush already? she’ll be gone from us so soon from the power of love! not yet not yet, i’m not ready to say goodbye!”

✧｡ embodiment of 🥺, part two

✧｡ “of course you’re still number one daddy, i just like him a little bit, that’s all!” your daughter pouted a bit, causing the brunet to chuckle and kiss her forehead next

✧｡ “i’m joking, princess. having a crush is so adorable, i remember when your mom still had a crush on me.”

✧｡ “you had a crush on me first, tooru.”

✧｡ “BESIDES THE POINT, who’s the lucky guy?”

✧｡ you laughed at his question, your lips quivering as your suppressed your laugh but not fully, a hand covering your mouth but the laughter evidently there, tooru looked at you weirdly

✧｡ “what’s so funny?”

✧｡ you turned to your daughter, “tell him, sweetie.”

✧｡ a bright grin, followed by, “kyoutani!”

✧｡ holy mother of goodness oikawa almost dropped her from the name, a loud gasp filling the room as his face turned completely white

✧｡ “y/n, please tell me i heard her wrong. PLEASE TELL ME I DIDN’T JUST HEAR THAT.”

✧｡ “our daughter crushing on mad dog’s son? no, you heard that perfectly clear, darling.”

koutarou bokuto.

✧｡ bokuto will take it personally and will see to it that he will win this one-sided war for your daughter’s affection

✧｡ same way kuroo found out, he was def eavesdropping on you and your daughter’s girl time; there was no escaping him the moment he opened the door

✧｡ “b-but what do you mean you like a boy at your school?” emo mode is a go

✧｡ “i just like him, daddy! it’s not like i’m gonna marry him!” she paused, “... yet.”

✧｡ “Y/NNNNNNN OUR BABY IS GROWING UP SO QUICKLY DO SOMETHING!”

✧｡ “kou, it’s just a crush...”

✧｡ “do you not remember how it was when i had a crush on you?”

✧｡ you sighed, running a hand through his hair to calm him down— which worked, a little bit— “you, koutarou, are a special breed.” you kissed his forehead, sighing at how his hair depleted

✧｡ “you are still my princess! my babygirl! i should talk to this fellow, because i will not be second best to my daughter’s heart.” he huffed, puffing out his chest with pride

✧｡ she, on the other hand, is completely embarrassed by this, “daddy, no...”

✧｡ “what? why not?”

✧｡ “actually, you should let him do just that, sweetheart.” you crossed your arms and smiled, much to your daughter’s dismay. “i think akaashi will find entertainment in seeing this for himself.”

✧｡ “akaashi? what does he have to do with this?”

✧｡ too late, you’re already calling the other fukurodani alumni, chuckling as both bokuto and your daughter are giving you the same exact confused look— like father, like daughter

✧｡ “akaashi will be here in about 10 minutes. i told him to bring his child, here, too.”

✧｡ “baby, what are you talking about—”

✧｡ meanwhile, your daughter was in a frenzy, running around the house as she screamed about getting ready and looking nice for the guests— bokuto was still plopped one the floor, looking up at you like a lost puppy

✧｡ akaashi walks through the door with a grin on his lips, holding his son’s hand as you greeted both of them at the door, “akaashi! wonderful to have you here! your son is looking so handsome.”

✧｡ “akaashi? why are you here?” kou blinks in confusion, scratching the side of his head before he notices how his own daughter is reacting— she looks like she’s about to explode, hiding behind his leg with a whole face of blush

✧｡ “y/n said you wanted to talk to my son about something, so i figured why not? i’ve got a day off.” akaashi chuckled and waved to your daughter, who shyly waved back but hid again before the other guest in the house could get a good look at her

✧｡ “WAIT. YOUR SON IS—”

✧｡ you left the room, you were laughing so loudly— akaashi found this quite humorous as well; bokuto looked down at his daughter, clinging onto his leg and smiling softly to herself. she had gotten the courage to wave at akaashi’s son, who smiled brightly at her and blushed as well

✧｡ “... oh my god.” he felt like an idiot, yes— but akaashi’s kid being the lucky guy? “ARRANGE THE MARRIAGE!”

✧｡ “koutarou, NO.”

✧｡ “bokuto-san, no.”

✧｡ “DADDY, NOOOOOO!”

[nicka-nell]

A heartbreaking break-up

Pairing: Ukai x reader, Kuroo x reader

Warning: Ukai angst, mention of cheating, mention of break-up, mention of alcohol

Note: You don’t have to read the first part to understand/read the second part

Summary part 1: Ukai and you had a secret relationship when you were his student, but after your graduation, you were officially a couple for years until Ukai had cheated on you with the new gym teacher.

It’s been five years since he didn’t see you. Five years in which a lot has happened. 

The affair didn’t get around the school, but enough people knew about it. Your friends, who used to be his too back then. His family, who used to be yours, still is.

He hates himself for pressing his dick into that stupid woman. For thinking this one time with his cock against the will of his heart. You fought, reconciled, but you were still hurt. 

You both distanced yourself because he realized he wasn’t good enough for you. That you’d probably be happier with another man. He had distanced himself to think about how he could make you the happiest woman in the world without letting you go. Without losing you.

But by doing so, you had only spaced apart yourself from him, were insecure and didn’t know if he really loved you anymore. Hardly have you talked, only occasionally a kiss, no caresses. The last time you had sex, he didn’t know.

Was it his offended ego that had led him to the flirtation of this annoying woman, back then? Did he want to prove to himself that he could still make women happy? He doesn’t know, he just knows it was a mistake, his mistake. That he will never forget your broken look, which gives him a sting in his heart to this day.

Since these 5 years a lot has happened… 

This gym teacher is no longer there. Left after Ukai told her that everything was just a stupid mistake, he has no feelings for her. Your mutual friends distance themselves more and more from him. Only Mr Takeda was at his side. His family blamed him right to do so.

He withdrew even more, stopped dying his hair. As soon as his hair was dark again, the first grey strands came. His skin became more wrinkled by smoking more often. Unclean by all the alcohol and sleeping pills he needed in the evening to lull himself to sleep.

He misses you every second. When you get up, your warmth is missing when his eyes open, your heated smile isn’t there. Your voice telling him to get up. Drinking coffee together, cooking food, laughing, arguing, kissing everything. All holidays are empty without you. Useless, since he can’t spend it with you. Everything hurts, he misses you.

You still never answered his messages. He’s still trying to imagine your smile, but he can’t. It has faded away.

Thoughtfully he wanders through the city, his one hand buried in his sweater, while the other holds a heavy bag full of alcohol. It’s been a long time since he traded his expensive, good-tasting whiskey for a cheap one. One that is affordable with this extensive amount of alcohol consumption.

His class is in extra training with the other schools. Because the spring tournament is coming up again soon and they train diligently with the other classes. Today they are at Nekoma High School.

He remembers well how the guys from this volleyball club stared at you. They were all kind of in love with you back then, but you only had eyes for Ukai. Yet, he only smiles for a tiny moment when he sees a face so familiar to him out of the corner of his eye and puts his heart in restlessness. Your face.

You look much more mature than 5 years ago, your face is full of youth, even though you have aged. Even if he hadn’t seen you for ages, and now he can only see your face through the flowers in front of you, he’s sure it’s you.

Smiling, you sit on the terrace of a café, looking into the distance, while you use your hands to settle your head on them. You look so incredibly beautiful. His body is stiff, yet he wants to see you, but his body just doesn’t move. He wants to hear your voice, see your laugh, laugh with you like old times.

But his joy of seeing you again fades, and instead a bittersweet feeling spreads in him as he sees you rising, waving toward a man. He doesn’t know what tears his heart more into a thousand pieces...

Your wonderful body, with this just so visible baby belly, or the man who nuzzles you lovingly on the cheek, kisses you, while the child in his hands reaches out and wants to you. A child. Your child, not his.

It’s a boy, his eyes are yours, his hair an exact picture of his father. Black and tangled in all directions. It’s like he just got up. The boy is from the man who’s had his eye on you before. His smirk is the same as his father’s. That could have been Ukais and your child. The child he would have wanted with you.

“Here, the drink’s from the man over there.” The bartender grins at you as he pushes a red cocktail towards you and looks to the side. Even your gaze wanders to the side when you see a man in a suit holding up his glass smirking, as if he wants to toast with you.

With a smile on your lips, you shake your head, turn to your cocktail as you hear his voice loud in your ears. “It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you, kitten.” Your shoulders are shrugging as you realize that the man is now standing right next to you, knocking his glass against yours.

“Kuroo, right?” You ask, even though you already know the answer. Kuroo Tetsurou, former captain of the Nekoma Volleyball Club. “I’m glad you remember me. Mind if I join you?” Nodding, you watch him place himself next to you and lay down, his head in his hand, his elbow on the mahogany bar below him.

“You look sad, kitten.” Is all he says, yet his mischievous smirk won’t leave his lips. Again and again you had read Ukai’s messages, wanted to answer him, deleted your answer always. “I’ve had an annoying breakup. And now I’m here, spending my Valentine’s Day in a bar, alone, letting an old school friend Tsukki’s talk to me.” 

There’s so much irony and sadness in your voice, one more reason for Kuroo to make you laugh. Back then, he found you interesting and wanted to invite you on a date. “You’re probably forgetting you’re sitting here with the hot guy you gave the wrong number when he asked you for it.” 

Embarrassed, you think back to that time. In fact, Kuroo had asked you for your number, was totally embarrassed and completely different from the volleyball games. But at that time you were with Ukai, so you only gave him one number that you had thought up, hoping not to see him again anyway, since this was your last year at Karasuno High School.

“Ups… Yeah right… Sorry about that.” But Kuroo just laughs, ruffles your hair and looks at you. “As you should be. Did you know that number existed? I spent weeks writing with a 78-year-old woman, showing her my muscular bare chest until we met, and I realized that you must have jumped into a time machine.” 

Now you feel even more sorry for him. So much that you look at him apologetically and start laughing. Finally. “You’re looking much better this way, Y/n.” He’s just saying while he’s sipping on his drink.

You two are in the bar for a long time until you’re kicked out. It’s been a long time since you had such a pleasant laugh. This time you give him your real number, and this time he asks if it’s really your number, because he doesn’t want to end up with a serial killer in pieces.

But you just laugh, take his cell phone and call the number you gave him to show him your vibrating phone on which his number lights up. 

You’re writing until night in the next few days. Keep calling until one of you falls asleep and meets more and more often. So many times until you get together.

Every week he brings you fresh flowers. You cook together in the evening and enjoy every second you two have. So it is no wonder that after only two years you wore a ring on your finger, with the inscription of your names and the date of the wedding. It’s no surprise that after three years, your son was born, and Kuroo and you were even happier than you were anyway. Also, it was no surprise that you have been pregnant again for a few months, this time expecting a little girl which Kuroo will treat like his little princess, you like his queen. He makes you happy, incredibly happy.

Your child is now tucked in a thick blanket in a stroller. You start pushing the stroller as Kuroo snatches his hands from behind around you to grab the handle of the stroller and hold you captive between his arms. Cheerfully you laugh as he gives you a kiss on the crown and you move further and further away from Ukai.

So Kuroo Tetsurou was the man who gave you what Ukai could never give you. Sincere love.

For a moment, he’s thinking about following you. He can still remember when Hinata said that Kuroo had bought a huge house. From the description, Ukai knew where that was. It was in one of the high-class neighborhoods. But should he really follow you? Should he lose his heart completely?

“Excuse me, sir, are you all right?” Fetch him a voice from a young man who looks at him anxiously. “Yes… Yeah, I was just thinking. Thank you for your concern.” He bows, thanking the young man who still goes on with a worried face. Ukai also goes on.

Unconsciously, his legs carry him to the neighborhood he thought of earlier, to the house that Hinata had described. He looks at the letterbox placed at the entrance of your gate. 

The Kuroo family…

A thick lump forms in his throat, his heart aches bitterly and his hand that holds the bag full of alcohol trembles terribly. With a sad look, he stares into the window where he sees you together with Kuroo.

Tightly wrapped you both dance in your large but cozy living room. Your head on his chest while his hand is on your lower back, the other in your hand. That’s what you used to do back then. Dancing together with quiet music.

He gently turns your body, now presses his upper body against your back, softly places his head in the crook of your neck to cuddle it. His hands stroke the bulge of your belly. The life that’s in you. 

From a distance, Ukai can still recognize the words that Kuroo forms with his lips.

I love you. 

Words that Ukai would still like to tell you every day. Words he means as they are. But you don’t love him anymore. You’re not his songbird anymore.

He’s standing there for a long time, trying to absorb all your joyful expressions one last time. Manifesting them in his mind, because he knows he’ll never see you again. That this is the last time he’s here. That your smiling face will be the last thing he wants to see before he closes his eyes.

He wants to write to you...

I saw you today… you weren’t alone. You had a kid on your arm and a man on your side. It makes me happy… that you found your happiness. Even if it’s without me. Nevertheless, Y/n… I love you, I always did and always will do for the rest of my life...

But the message he wants to send you before he closes his eyes, he never sent. It remains in his draft forever. Makes you think he’s finally forgotten you.

[hidden-otaku-stuff]

Knowledge and Ambition

tw: Cursing, anxiety, insecurities, bullying/gossiping

Word count: 6.75k

Genre: Fluff, mild angst

Pairing: Ravenclaw Kuroo x Slytherin Female Reader

AN: It’s September 1st, aka the first day of school at Hogwarts! I’ve been procrastinating on this fic for like a month or so, so I forced myself to finish this at 3 AM LMAO.

The sound of turned pages stuttered by scratching quills clung to the darkness as flames flickered around the room. You kept blinking, eyes drying from how long you’ve been focused. A sigh, and you slumped against the back of the chair. You had been sitting in this dark corner for the past three hours, pouring over text after text as you tried to wrap your head around the contents. Another sigh left you as you re-read what you wrote, dipping your black quill into the blue ink to make corrections. “It’s almost curfew, wrap it up.” Madam Pince poked her head around the bookshelf, peering over her spectacles at the tower of books you had surrounding you. 

You pulled a note from your bag, standing up to give it to her. “I’m sorry Madam Pince, Professor Snape gave me permission to stay here past curfew.” She gingerly took the note from you, a scowl shadowing her face as she scrutinized it for legitimacy before turning on her heel with a huff to head back to her desk. Since you were already standing, you decided to stretch your legs and go look for that last text that should help push your claims about alternative ingredient usage and the degree of change to the potion. 

Snape had always liked you as a student, especially after third year. He had caught you switching out certain roots for other herbs which still ended up with perfect potions every time. Since then, you had to be honest with your professor. You wanted to impact the Potions community, whether as someone who created a new Potion or as someone who wrote the new standard textbook. You were fortunate enough that Snape preferred Slytherins, otherwise you might not have been afforded the same opportunity that he had granted. 

You sighed, (e/c) eyes scanning the shelves. Snape had recommended a very specific one. Its maroon binding caught your attention. With fingers reaching for it, they brushed against another hand. “Sorry!” You yanked your hand back, eyes following the hand up to the person. Looming over you was a familiar sight. Quidditch Captain, Prefect, and heart-throb of the school Kuroo Tetsurou stood over you. 

“Sorry, I should have paid more attention.” Kuroo pulled the book out, offering it to you. 

You shook your head, glancing back at your table. “It’s ok, you can use it.”

His hazel eyes followed yours, “are you sure? It must be important if you need this specifically amongst all the other ones.” 

You flushed, avoiding his eyes. “It’s not that important.” 

Kuroo’s finger dragged down the maroon binding. “I was just planning on doing some light reading.” He hands it to you, clearing his throat. “What are you working on?”

You offer him a small smile. “I’m working on a research paper.”

“On what?” He looked down at the book. “I’m assuming it’s something Potions-related.”

A soft giggle left you. “Yeah, I’m conducting research on alternative ingredients use in potions and the effects of using such alternatives.” Kuroo’s eyes widened. As he opened his mouth, Madam Pince hissed another demand for silence. A loud yawn overtook your features, eyes squeezing shut. Glancing at your watch, you clicked your tongue. “It’s getting late. I’ll probably finish whatever else I can in the common room.”  Kuroo frowned, he had just been about to ask if he could study with you. “Nice to meet you, Kuroo.” You scooped your books into your arms, cramming whatever would fit into your bag before sending him a wave. The maroon book felt heavy in his hands.  

****

“Are you looking at (Name)?” 

Kuroo flushed, whipping his head to face his best friend. Kenma just continued eating, not looking at Kuroo. “No.”

“Yes he is.” Yaku slid into the seat across from Kuroo.

“No I’m not!” 

“You’re blushing.” Kai sat across from the trio, smiling pleasantly at them. Akaashi sat beside him, flipping through one of his books as he ignored them. 

“Ok, maybe just a little bit.” Kuroo angrily stabbed a potato, chewing on it as he avoided his friends’ eyes. He couldn’t stop himself from peeking over at you every few seconds though. You were seated at the Slytherin table, throwing your head back in laughter as you teased your housemates. 

“Isn’t she known as the Cold Princess?” Akaashi inquired, still not looking up.

Kuroo glanced over at Akaashi then to the rest of the group when he heard them all agreeing. “‘Cold Princess’?”

“Yeah, heard she’s like super mean to everyone outside of her house.” Yaku commented, sipping his pumpkin juice. “Even some of her house-mates are scared of her.” 

Kuroo frowned, not seeing why they thought that. “She seemed pretty nice to me.” 

“Is that why you can’t keep your eyes off of her?”

“That’s besides the point.” Kuroo scowled, elbowing Akaashi. 

“Who knew we’d find a day where Kuroo Tetsurou would be smitten with a girl.” Yaku’s eyes sparkled with humour. “Let alone the Cold Princess herself.” Yaku and Kai laughed. 

“I’m not smitten!” Kuroo insisted. “She’s just...different.” 

“Didn’t think you’d go for a Slytherin though, Kuroo,” Kai remarked, eating some eggs.

Kuroo shrugged. “Y’know I don’t care about all those house rivalries outside of the Quidditch field.” 

Kenma snorted, “yeah cause all you care about is Quidditch.”

“And my education!” Kuroo argued. 

“How’d you meet her anyways?” 

He looked up to Kai. “I met her a few weeks ago in the library.” Kuroo pushed his food around on the plate, glancing between it and you. This time, you were patting a blonde male on the head. He didn’t recognize him, figuring that it was probably someone from your year. Was that your boyfriend? Kuroo wondered to himself. 

Kai hummed. “I see her in the library often. She always sits by herself.”

“Seriously?” Yaku glanced over at you. “I never see her.”

“She sits in the corner,” Kai replied. 

As the conversation changed to their homework, Kuroo blanked out. It had been a few weeks since that chance meeting between the two of you. He’d gone into the library most days since in an effort to talk to you, but he always found you buried in your books. Kuroo hated when people interrupted him in his readings, so he would just find a table where he could observe you - in the most nonchalant and least creepy way possible - to see if he could catch you before you left. Unfortunately, he hadn’t had much luck with that. He’d accidentally immerse himself in his own work, and by the time he took a break, you were either already gone or headed out the door. Hey, he was a Ravenclaw for a reason. Once he got into his reading, he was gone to the world. With a deep sigh, he resigned himself. If you guys were meant to be friends, it’ll happen. He should worry about his own work instead of a pretty Slytherin kouhai that he had only talked to for a few minutes.

****

“Miss (L.Name).” You look up at your professor’s voice.

“Yes, Professor Snape?” 

“Come to my desk at the end of class.” 

“Yes, sir.” Snape’s robes billowed as he turned, slinking back towards his desk. You turned back to your cauldron, waiting for your potion to change to orange. Carefully, you added powdered porcupine quills until your potion turned white. Today, Snape had your class brewing the Draught of Peace since it was one of the potions that would commonly come up during O.W.Ls. You sat back, stirring slightly before letting the potion simmer. It was a difficult potion only because getting it wrong would be dangerous. The wrong mix of ingredients, being heavy-handed with the porcupine quills or powdered moonstone could lead to irreversible sleep. The bell rang just as you added the 7 drops of hellebore. You observed your potion, satisfied. It had come out perfectly. Bottling two samples in a glass flask for Snape, you quickly cleaned up your cauldron and the area around it.

“Ugh, you’re so lucky (Name)!” 

You turned to your classmate, eyebrows furrowed. “And why’s that?” 

“You’re so gifted in potions.” Nishinoya, a Gryffindor in your class, glared at his potion. You stifled a laugh. His potion had somehow turned out an ugly chartreuse color. Even the fumes looked toxic as orange smoke billowed from it.

“What the hell did you do wrong this time, Nishi?” 

He threw his hands up in exasperation. “Fuck if I knew, to be honest.” He bottled it, wincing at the repulsive smell of his potion. 

You patted his back. “Well good luck with remedial potions.”

“Can’t you help me before it gets to that?” He whined. You and Nishinoya had been partnered in the third year of potions. Though you were typically more frosty, he had weaseled his way into your heart and became a close friend. Mostly by sheer persistence on his part. After all, who would willingly want to be friends with the Cold Princess of Slytherin? 

“You know I’m busy.” You dead-panned, waving your wand over the cauldrons so that the contents disappeared. Together, you and Nishinoya walked up to Snape’s desk. By now, the majority of your classmates had left. Snape glanced at your potions, his gaze sliding over to Nishinoya’s and his face contorted in disgust.

“Another T, Mr. Nishinoya.” Nishinoya’s cheeks flushed pink, grimacing. 

“I know, Professor.” His head hung low as he shuffled towards the door. “See you later, (Name).” 

You offered the Gryffindor a wave that he didn’t see before turning back to your professor. “You asked to see me, Professor?”

Snape cleared his throat. “Yes. As you know, I rarely offer remedial classes to students.” A sneer made its way on his face. “However, Professor Dumbledore has...implored me..to be kinder this term. So, I have offered remedial classes and tutoring for struggling students this semester. As one of the more competent potioneers in my classes, I would like to request your assistance as a tutor.”

“Me?” The door opened, his next class filing in. 

“That’s what I said, Miss (L.Name). Don’t make me take that back.” Snape’s eyes flashed dangerously as he began to put the flasks from your class away. “By taking on this task, I will be able to review the work you’ve assembled so far.” He cleared his throat, “and this would be a perfect opportunity for you to practice your teaching skills.” 

Your eyes sparkled. Being able to dabble in academia seemed like a perfect opportunity for you to figure out where you wanted your future to go. “Of course Professor. Thank you for the opportunity!” Snape gave you a stiff nod. 

“Now hurry up and get to class.” With a short bow, you spun on your heel to sprint out of the room. Your next class was Charms and you were most definitely going to be late if you didn’t hurry. Just as you reached the doorway, you collided into something tall and firm. 

You yelped, stumbling back only for arms to dart around and steady you. “Oh, it’s you!” You glanced up, recognising him. “Sorry, I’m in a rush!” With a blinding smile, you patted his arms before dashing out under his arms and down the corridor. 

“Get to your seat, Mr. Kuroo.” Kuroo’s head shot up, “and get that ridiculous look off of your face.” Pink crept up Kuroo’s face as he snapped his jaw shut, slinking towards his seat.

Snape began class, writing the instructions for the Potion for Dreamless Sleep onto the chalkboard. Yaku leaned over towards his housemate nudging him playfully, “you were staring again.” Pink turned to scarlet as Kuroo whipped around, shushing him. Yaku grinned, sitting back as he rewrote the instructions onto a piece of parchment. “She’s pretty.” Kuroo grunted in response, pulling out his ingredients. “Think she’s single?”

“Why are you so interested?” Kuroo snapped, glaring at the Keeper. “I thought you were scared of the Cold Princess.” Yaku just laughed, patting his back. 

“No reason, Kuroo. No reason at all.”      

****

“You’re late, Mr. Kuroo.”

“Sorry Professor,” Kuroo dipped his head. “Quidditch practice ran late today.”

Snape turned his nose, sneering. “Excuses do not belong in this classroom.” Snape turned on his heels, robes sweeping with the motion. “Hurry up then, or I will not grant you the extra credit.” Kuroo hurries into the classroom, glancing around at the dingy dungeon. He was glad that there were only eleven students. He froze, recognizing a familiar sight. Kuroo slips into the seat beside you, muttering a greeting to which you nodded in response. “With the exception of two students, you are all here because you have failed miserably to prove your worth in my class. However, this is your opportunity to redeem yourself.” Snape glowered at each and every one of the remedial students, sending chills down their spines. “Don’t squander it.” 

With that, he turned and walked to the blackboard, writing down the recipe for the Shrinking Potion. Placing the chalk down, he sends one final glare to the students before going to his desk. You step in front of the blackboard, smirking at the students. “This is a simple potion that any third-year should be able to do. Follow these instructions, and Kuroo and I will be walking around to provide you help should you need it.” More chills ran up the students’ back at your last words. It was obvious that you weren’t keen on helping them should they need it.

Kuroo pinched his nose, looking around the room. As he walked around, a tall grey-haired fourth-year Slytherin caught his attention. “Can you please help me, Kuroo?” He begged. 

“What seems to be the problem?”

The male winced as the potion billowed up green gas. “That,” he replied lamely. 

“You added the Shrivelfig too early,” Kuroo’s eyes widened, casting a charm to dispel the gas. “You’re going to have to start all over.”

“What?! I don’t want to,” he whined. The slamming of a book caused them both to flinch, both sets of eyes darting to Snape who glared at them. “Aren’t you a Ravenclaw? Help me fix this!” 

“You literally created poison gas,” Kuroo responded, pinching his nose.

Raising his wand to vanish the potion, a hand grabbed his wrist. “Lev, what did you do this time?” You pinched your nose with one hand as you stared at the potion.

“Something about Shrivelfig,” Lev muttered, crossing his arms. “I don’t see why I need to start over though!” 

Your face softened. “Look, Lev, this potion has become dangerous. Do you want to fail this class and potentially hurt your fellow classmates?” You glanced at Kuroo who pulled his arm away and tucked his wand back into his robe pocket. “If it wasn’t for Kuroo’s quick-thinking, the fumes would have overtaken the class and we would be in some serious danger.” You patted the male’s head. “Here, I’ll stay with you and make sure you do it right, ok? That way you don’t have to stay extra long.”

Lev perked up. “Okay! Thanks, (Name).” 

You grinned, before glancing back at Kuroo. “You can help the others now, Kuroo. Thank you for your quick-thinking.”

Heat crept up his neck as he shook his head. “It was nothing,” he replied dismissively. 

You raised an eyebrow but nodded. “Whatever you say.” You turned back to Lev, vanishing the potion. “Let’s get started then, shall we Lev?” Kuroo stood there for a few moments, watching with slight amazement as you carefully guided Lev through the procedures. You looked in your element as you sliced the caterpillars and showed the younger student the best way to peel Shrivelfig. Another student called for Kuroo’s attention, snapping him out of his stupor. As Kuroo proceeded to help the others, he couldn’t help but survey you in the corner of his eyes. Perhaps there was a softer side to the Cold Princess after all. 

****

Kuroo breathed a sigh of relief, stretching his shoulders. Due to the raging thunderstorm outside, he’d made the executive decision to cancel Quidditch classes. Exam season was coming up, and there was no reason to put his players’ health at risk if they could avoid it. Besides, they were doing pretty well this season. He walked up the stone stairs, following them to the library. As he entered, he couldn’t help the grimace that slid onto his face. It appeared that everyone thought to study today as the library was completely packed. He poked around, searching for an empty table only to find none. Kuroo sighed, contemplating whether or not he should go back to the dorms in order to study when he spotted you at your usual table. Luckily enough, nobody else had joined you at the table. 

Steeling his nerves, Kuroo began walking towards you. As he made his journey, he picked up some whispers as people threw dark looks in your direction. 

“Of course the Cold Princess would monetize an entire table.” A younger Ravenclaw scoffed.

“She threatened to hex me when I came too close,” a Hufflepuff whimpered. 

“Me too!” Another Hufflepuff whispered in response.

“She said that people ruin her concentration,” a Gryffindor sneered to his housemates.

Kuroo stopped by your table, waiting anxiously for you to acknowledge him. Your nose was firmly buried into your parchment, and after a few awkward minutes of waiting, it was obvious that you weren’t going to say anything. Clearing his throat, Kuroo said, “hi.” Internally, Kuroo was screaming. ‘Hi’? Is that really all he was going to say?

You jolted, looking up at him and blinking rapidly with weary eyes. “K-Kuroo?” You stammer, rubbing one of your eyes.

Kuroo adjusted his bag awkwardly. “Yeah.” He cleared his throat, gesturing to the other tables. “Everywhere else is full. Do you mind if I join you?”

You stare at him with sharp (e/c) eyes. Seconds dragged on, a cold sweat swept through his body and he was regretting every decision he had made since entering the library until you gave him a stiff nod. “Sure, I don’t see why not.”

Relief washed over him as he grinned. “Thank you so much, I promise I won’t be a bother.” You only gave him another stiff nod before you moved your books around to give him more space. Sliding into the chair beside you, Kuroo pulled out his Transfiguration homework.

The pair of you work in silence for an hour before you get up, stretching. Students flinched as you make your way down the shelves, burying themselves into their books or ducking behind empty aisles in order to avoid you. Just as quickly as you had gotten up, you had already plopped back into your seat. “Y’know, you’re a lot quieter than I expected,” you comment, flicking through the latest volumes you had pulled.

Kuroo glanced up, tilting his head. “What do you mean?”

Clearing your throat, your eyes met his. “I mean that for someone as popular as you are, you sure are quiet.” 

A red glow warmed his features. “I wouldn’t say that I’m popular.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Ya sure about that? Because I’m pretty sure being a Quidditch Captain, Prefect, and a top-ranking student are all qualities of popular students.” 

At your comment, he raised his eyebrows. “Didn’t know you paid so much attention to me, kitten,” he teased. 

You glowered at the nickname. “Don’t call me kitten.”

“Ok….kitten.” 

****

It became routine for you and Kuroo to meet at the library now. It was very rare that either of you missed a session. Your dark corner was brightened by his presence. Once the clock rang a certain hour, you were already moving the stacks of books to the side to make room for the rooster-head captain as he slunk in after Quidditch practice. He’d used to come directly after, only for you to yell at him to go to his dorm and shower, which would end up delaying him by twenty minutes. With that extra time, you’d sneak into the kitchen and snag some food for you both. 

Your quill scratched the parchment as you took down more notes from the text. The wooden chair besides you creaked, but your eyes remained on the book. “Hello, Kuroo.” You flipped a page, scanning the text for more information.

“Hey kitten.” The soft thump of his bag falling onto the ground had you looking up.

“You look tired,” you noted, surveying his face. Eye-bags darkened his face, not helped by the shadows of the flickering flames. “Maybe you should sleep early today.”

Kuroo shook his head. “No, I really have to finish this paper.” He pulled out his Transfiguration book.

“Do you have patrol later?” You chewed on your bottom lip, brows furrowed. Kuroo nodded glumly. “Alright, skip it.”

“I can’t just skip patrol,” Kuroo laughed, sipping at the pumpkin juice that you’d smuggle in.

“You can if someone takes it for you.” You looked back down at your books. “I’ll do your patrol for you.”

Kuroo choked, coughing. “W-what?” Madam Pince threw him a disgusted look as she hmph’d at her desk. “You can’t do that.” You shrugged, leaning forward to ruffle his hair. Kuroo let out a soft yelp. “What was that for?” 

You pulled back your hand, carefully examining the hair. “For the polyjuice potion.” A few months ago, you’d decided to try your hand at brewing polyjuice potion on a whim. You hadn’t had a chance to use it yet, so this was the perfect opportunity. 

“What?!” 

“Shh!” Madam Pince hissed, looking up over her books at you both. You folded the hair into a napkin, carefully tucking it into your robes.

Kuroo lowered his voice. “What do you mean polyjuice potion? Isn’t that against the rules?”

“Well it’s not exactly like I have a time-turner,” you rolled your eyes. “Nor am I a Metamorphmagus.”

“You don’t have to do that for me.” Kuroo surveyed you. For someone who was advertised as just another ‘big bad Slytherin’, you had such an incredibly soft side. 

You shrugged, pushing a sandwich in his direction. “Eat up.” You took a bite out of your own sandwich.

As you pulled your hand back, a warm weight dropped onto it. You swallowed, looking up. “Thank you.” His eyes sparkled. “I really appreciate you.”

Averting your eyes, your cheeks glowed. You hoped that the candle-light would hide it. “Just take care of yourself, rooster-head.” 

****

“I heard what happened.” 

You glanced up, grimacing. During potions, you had been helping Nishinoya only for his potion to explode everywhere. Snape ended up assigning him detention for the next month as well as remedial classes three times a week. You really weren’t sure how Nishinoya had fucked up his Wit-raising potion. But you’d walked away laughing, with admittedly terrible burns. You’d ended up teasing the boy saying that he needed to drink your wit-raising potion before he was allowed to speak to you again. 

“How are you doing?” Kuroo pressed. 

You let the utensils slip out of your fingers as you displayed your heavily bandaged hands up. “Miserable.” 

Kuroo’s eyes widened. “Madam Pomfrey couldn’t help?” You shook your head, frowning. There was still a residual stinging in your fingers. “Scoot over.”

“What?” 

“Only your hands are messed up, I’m sure you heard me just fine.” Kuroo waved his hands, forcing you aside. He took your seat, pulling your plate towards him.

“Kuroo, this is the Slytherin table, what the hell are you doing?” He shushed you, cutting up the meat on your plate. “Kuroo, I can take care of myself.” 

He fixed you with a hard stare, pushing the plate towards you. “Prove it then.” You glared at him, as you picked up the fork and knife. Pain coursed through your fingers but you simply bit your tongue, not wanting him to win. You focused on keeping your face blank, breathing deeper than you wanted. With sluggish movements, you sawed through the meat. Hazel eyes surveyed you, flicking between your hands and your face. 

“See?” You proclaimed, stabbing the meat and waving it in his face. He shrugged, holding his hands up.

“Whatever you say, Princess.” You glared at him, ice creeping through your heart. Eating it, you attempted to cut more meat only to drop the fork with a violent curse. It felt like someone had poured molten lava over your hands. Glaring at your fingers, you aggressively shoved the plate towards Kuroo who raised an eyebrow at you. “I thought you could do it yourself?”

“Help.” 

“I didn’t quite hear that, kitten.” 

You rolled your eyes at the pet-name. “Just help me, Kuroo.” 

“I didn’t hear the magic word,” he teased, pulling the plate towards himself.

“Please,” you muttered, tears pricking at your eyes. Kuroo paused, taking a moment to pat you on the head.

“Of course, silly. I’m always here to help you.” You offered him a small smile, before whispers from the Ravenclaw table caught your attention.

“What’s Kuroo doing with her?” 

“Doesn’t he know that she’s a cold-hearted bitch?” 

“He’s gonna get his heart broken.” 

“Bet you she’s going to curse him behind his back.” 

“Or poison him.” They snickered.

More tears welled up in your eyes. “Are you sure you want to do this?” You asked, turning your face away from him. 

The clinks of cutlery stopped. “Do what?”

“Help me.” 

A hand grasped your chin, tilting your face up. He leaned forward, warm breath humming against your ear. “Keep your chin up, Princess, your crown is falling,” he whispered before he pulled back, brushing your hair aside. Scarlet roses bloomed in your cheeks. Cold Princess echoed in your mind. Kuroo cleared his throat, turning back to the plate, hiding his own pink flush. “Besides, you saved my ass the other week. This is the least that I can do for you.” 

 You chewed on your lip. Of course. He was returning a favor. Just a favor. Nothing more, nothing less. 

**** 

“I won’t be here tomorrow.” You looked up from the Honeydukes chocolate that he had brought you, tilting your head. “I have to patrol early, so I won’t be able to make this.” He gestured to the table. Your tower of books had slowly diminished in size, only a small stack remained. In between your rolls of parchment and his own books was an abundance of candies. You’d miss the Hogsmeade trip earlier that day due to another remedial lesson with Lev. Kuroo leaned forward, wiping away a bit of chocolate from the corner of your mouth.

“Don’t do that.” You whipped your face away, hoping that the darkness would hide the crimson glow. You cleared your throat. “That’s fine. It’s not like you’re of any help, you always distract me.”

“So I guess I should take back all this candy then,” Kuroo teased, reaching for it. You snatched it up, pulling it close to your chest. Kuroo let out a disgustingly loud bark of laughter causing you to cringe. Madam Pince snarled in annoyance at you both. 

“Keep laughing like that and I’ll use a Silencing charm on you,” you threatened, tucking the chocolates away into your bag. 

Kuroo reclined in his chair, putting his hands behind his head. “You say that, but you know you like it.” 

“Keep telling yourself that if it helps you sleep at night, Kuroo.” 

The next day, you couldn’t stop fidgeting. It was...too quiet. Of course, being in a library meant that it should be quiet. But you couldn’t help but feel like something was missing. The bell chimed, and like clock-work, you began shifting your books to the side. Mid-motion, you froze, eyebrows creasing as you frowned. Why were you moving your stuff? It’s not like anyone was joining you tonight. You cursed silently. Of course you’d gotten used to him. You vaguely remembered a Muggle psychology term: mere exposure effect. The more you became familiar with something or were exposed to it, the more you’d have a preference for it. You violently slammed the books back to where they were, earning another reprimand from Madam Pince. Studying by yourself just became excruciatingly difficult.

Meanwhile, Kuroo was absent-mindedly flying down the corridors. His long legs allowed him to stride down the halls in a dozen steps or so, forcing his partner to sprint in order to keep up. “Jesus, Kuroo, what’s got you in a hurry?” Bokuto, the Hufflepuff Prefect, puffed. 

“Huh?” Kuroo paused, only to have Bokuto slam into his back. “Oh lord, I am so sorry Bokuto.” 

The Hufflepuff winced, prying himself off of Kuroo’s back, rubbing his nose. “It’s fine.” Kuroo continued down the hall, slower this time. “What’s got you all distracted?” Kuroo shrugged, opening one of the classrooms and looking around. He shut the door with a sigh, before rushing down the hall once more, the slower pace already forgotten. Bokuto scurried after him. “Or should I say, who is on your mind?” 

At this, Kuroo whirled around. “What do you mean?” 

Bokuto bellowed with laughter. “I heard that you were talking to someone, but I didn’t know it was this serious.”  

“Shut up.” The dark halls did nothing to save Kuroo as he stepped into a pool of moonlight. 

“Aw, you’re blushing!” Bokuto cackled, bending over as his rambunctious laughter echoed in the halls.

“Shut up!” 

Bokuto wiped a tear away from his eyes. “You really like this girl, don’t you?”  

Kuroo huffed, blowing his hair up. “Maybe.”

The Hufflepuff clapped a hand over his back. “I’m rooting for ya.” 

“I’ll need it,” Kuroo muttered. He pulled himself out of Bokuto’s grip. “C’mon, let’s just finish this patrol.” 

****

“Alright, I’m off.” You waved to your housemates, picking up your books as you left the Great Hall. 

“Make sure you come watch me play, sweetheart!” Atsumu shouted after you, waving eagerly. You rolled your eyes, ignoring him. You rarely ever went to Quidditch matches, let alone to support someone. That’s something you’d reserve for romantic partners, not house-mates. The few times you’d gone were because Snape offered extra points to everyone who attended. You shook your head, taking a deep breath. 

It was just any other Saturday morning and you would be headed back to your sanctuary: the library. A voice called out behind you, thundering footsteps following. You turned, stopping in the middle of the doorway. “Good morning, Kuroo.” You offered him a small smile that he returned.

“Hey (Name)!” He hugged you, pulling you into his chest; your heart pounded against your own. He’s never hugged you before. “Will you be going to the match later?” Kuroo released you and you took a few steps back. 

Holding up the book, you shook your head hoping that he didn’t see your flushed face. “No, Professor Snape gave me this book so I was going to work on it.”

“Aw that’s too bad, I was really hoping you’d come cheer for me.” Kuroo grinned before he draped a blue and bronze scarf around your neck. 

Your cheeks glowed like ripe apples, eyes wide. “Kuroo!” Your jaw dropped. 

“See you there!” With a cheeky smile, he waved running back towards his friends. 

An hour later, you found yourself walking down towards the Quidditch pitch. “Thought you didn’t go to Quidditch matches?” You crossed your arms, unamused. “And you’re wearing a Ravenclaw scarf? Talk about a traitor!” Osamu pinched your cheeks, tugging on it.

“Shut up, ‘Samu,” you scowled, shoving him away. “Are you finished yet?”

He shrugged. “Dunno why you even bothered to come.” He led you up the stands towards the Slytherin section. “Or why you’re sitting with us.”

“I’m a Slytherin!” You pouted, glaring at his back. Osamu just laughed.

“Yer still wearin’ a Ravenclaw scarf though. Don’t think I missed that display in the Great Hall.” He cackled as you slapped his back. “Didn’t know ya had a thing for the Captain.” 

You cleared your throat as you guys arrived at your destination. You greeted your house-mates, settling besides Osamu. “Why aren’t you playing, ‘Samu?” 

Osamu scowled, glaring at you. “Shaddup.” You chuckled, leaning back in your seat. Osamu was also on the team, but this year, the captain had decided to let more of the sixth and seventh years play. Atsumu was the only fifth-year on the team at the moment. You were grateful for the twins who had rapidly become your best friends since you’d started at Hogwarts. Both of them were ‘no-nonsense’ and didn’t care that you were plagued with nasty nicknames due to your ‘cold-hearted’ demeanor. 

“Ooh, look they’re starting.” As the match goes on, you can’t help but let your eyes trail the Ravenclaw captain. To say the least, you were impressed. He radiated a different energy from what he normally did during your late-night study sessions in the library. During those, he just seemed goofy and studious. But here, you could see the whole other side to him. The way he communicated with his team-mates, how happy he looked everytime one of their plays worked out, the satisfaction that seemed to completely fill him after he scored. He simply exuded a different type of confidence that you’ve never seen from him before. Your eyes widened with awe as he shuffled between the other Chasers, throwing the Quaffle to each other and thoroughly confusing the Slytherin chasers. As Kuroo scored, you couldn’t help the, “Whoooo, go Kuroo!” that escaped your lips.

Osamu jabbed you in the side, muttering, “traitor” but even that couldn’t wipe away the smile from your face. You were never interested in Quidditch, but maybe now you had a reason to be. 

The game quickly ended with Kenma snagging the Snitch out from Oikawa’s nose, leading to Atsumu flying towards the stands where you and Osamu were sitting. “Hey, ya made it sweetcheeks!” Atsumu cheered, hovering above your head in front of you. 

You cleared your throat. “Nice job out there, ‘Tsumu.” 

“I know right? I was definitely the star, wasn’t I?” He grinned. 

You pulled your cloak closer; it was getting late and cold. You desperately wanted to be back in the castle already. “If you were the real star, you would’ve won,” you shrugged. Osamu chuckled besides you as Atsumu squawked indignantly.  

“Oi, Atsumu!” Oikawa called, flying over. “C’mon, hit the showers. You can try to impress your girl later.” Oikawa patted your head, “hey there, (Name).”

“Hey Oikawa.” You offered him a small smile. “Sorry about the game. You did great out there though.”

“Thank you~!” He sang, flying lower so that he could pull you into a hug. You yelped at the sudden intrusion. “Lemme just have this moment of comfort,” he whined as you clawed at his arms in an attempt to struggle out of his grip. Defeated, you let the captain hang onto you, awkwardly patting his back. 

“You guys reek,” you muttered, looking away from the pair. “Go shower.”  

Finally escaping from the clingy twins and Oikawa, you let out a sigh of relief. You tugged your bag higher onto your shoulder as you made your way down the familiar path. Just as you were about to enter the library, a familiar voice called after you. Turning, your eyes widened. “Kuroo?” 

He slowed to a stop in front of you, winded slightly before he offered you a wide cheeky grin. “Hey there Princess!”

“What are you doing here, shouldn’t you be celebrating with your team?”

He shrugged, “I had to see my girl first.” 

Heat crawled up through your body. You cleared your throat. “Your girl?”

“Well yeah! Especially after how loudly you were cheering for me,” he teased. 

“And it’s Kuroo Tetsurou with the quaffle after a successful Sabryn steal from Miya Atsumu. He passes it to Sugawara Koushi, who passes it right back over Iwaizumi Hajime’s head. And Kuroo scores! Right through Matsukawa Issei’s finger-tips!” 

Kuroo did a loop, whooping before he soared beside Suga, giving the male a high-five. Mattsun grabbed the quaffle, putting it back into play. Kuroo smirked, darting off towards Atsumu who had the quaffle. They end up on the Ravenclaw side, with Iwaizumi attempting to score. Yaku successfully receives the ball, throwing it at Kuroo. “You’re playing better than ever today, Kuroo,” Yaku grins. “Better keep on impressing your girlfriend.” Kuroo scowled at the keeper. He hadn’t even seen you in the audience, who was to say that you were there at all?

Kuroo rolled his eyes, glancing over at Suga and Akaashi. Giving the males a curt nod, they enter the Hawkshead Attacking Formation. “Another Thimblerig Shuffle by the Ravenclaws! The Quaffle is bouncing around. Akaashi. Kuroo. Suga. Akaashi. Kuroo. And Kuroo takes the quaffle and scores once again! Slytherin does not look happy folks.” Loud cheers fill the stadium from the Ravenclaw, but as Kuroo flies back around the field, a lone cheer from the Slytherin section catches his attention. His head whips around, eyes widening at the sight. There you were, bundled up in his Ravenclaw scarf and actually cheering for him. Emotions flood his body, he hadn’t expected you to actually come or to actually wear his scarf. He couldn’t help the grin that slipped onto his face. Kuroo let out another loud whoop, before doing a heart-shaped loop in the air. A Bludger zoomed past him, drawing his attention back to the game. He’d have to deal with his emotions later. He had a game to win, and a girl to impress after all. 

You choked on air, averting your eyes. “Yeah well, you looked cool.” 

Kuroo grinned, “thanks kitten.”

You stared down at your book, fingers tracing the binding. “Anyways, your girl? I didn’t know you were serious.” 

It was his turn to avoid your eyes. “I mean! You were wearing my scarf,” he stammered. 

“You gave it to me,” you fired back, amusement flickering in your eyes as you observed him. Kuroo turns completely red at this, kicking at the stone floors awkwardly. You clear your throat, eyes softening. “Take me to Hogsmeade next weekend and we’ll talk about our relationship status then.” 

Relief floods his system as he eagerly nods. “I can make that happen.”

“Well good.” You smile, heading into the library only for Kuroo to follow you. “Again, don’t you have a party to get to?”

He shrugged, “rather spend time with you to be honest.” 

“Don’t let your team-mates hear you,” you grin as you guys make your way to your usual table. Kuroo just ruffled your hair, smiling as you both took a seat. After an hour or so of studying, you snapped your book shut. “Actually, let’s do something.”

He looked up at you, raising an eyebrow. “Like what?” 

You shrugged. “Find Hogwarts’ mysteries?”

Kuroo leaned back in his chair, a sly smile making its way onto his face. “Y’know, I hear there are some cursed chambers hidden in Hogwarts.”

“Breaking curses, treasure hunting? Sounds like my kind of date,” you smirk, packing your stuff away. Kuroo throws his head back in a boisterous laugh, only to be scolded by Madam Pince. You stood up, standing beside him before making your way out. “Y’know, you could have easily been a Slytherin,” you teased, bumping your hip into his as you held the textbooks to your chest. 

He smirked, slinging his arm over your shoulder as you both walked out of the library. “Why’s that?”

“You have more ambition than I do.” You shrugged his arm off of your shoulder. “You leave the library just as late as I do after coming here after your Quidditch practices and then heading straight to your Prefect duties. Hard-work goes hand-in-hand with ambition, Kuroo.” He plucked one of the books out of your hand. “Hey!”

“Well, Little Miss Slytherin, you could definitely have been a Ravenclaw.” Kuroo held the book over your head, flicking through the pages. “Your thirst for knowledge is never quite quenched.” 

You flush. “Well, a quest for knowledge is an ambitious one, isn’t it?”

He hummed, pulling the rest of your books out of your hands while ignoring your cries of protest. He tucks them into his right side, slipping his left hand into yours. “I guess us together makes the perfect Slytherin and Ravenclaw, doesn’t it?” Kuroo squeezed your hand, looking down at you. You grinned, giving him a light squeeze. Being together just felt right. He brought out your inner Ravenclaw, and you brought out his inner Slytherin. Knowledge and ambition went hand-in-hand, just like you and Kuroo.

[bakatenshii]

       𝕭𝖔𝖐𝖚 𝖓𝖔 𝕳𝖊𝖗𝖔 𝕬𝖈𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖒𝖎𝖆

— League of Villains

Shigaraki Tomura (fics) (misc) | Dabi | Mr. Compress |Kurogiri | Spinner | All For One

— pro heroes                   

 Hawks | Endeavor | Fatgum | Aizawa | Sir Nighteye

— students

Bakugou Katsuki | Kirishima Eijirou | Todoroki Shouto | Kaminari Denki | Shinsou Hitoshi | Shindou Yo

                      𝕳𝖆𝖎𝖐𝖞𝖚𝖚!!

  — Karasuno                          

Hinata Shoyou | Kageyama Tobio | Tsukishima Kei | Nishinoya Yuu | Sugawara Koushi | Sawamura Daichi

— Aoba Johsai

Oikawa Tooru | Iwaizumi Hajime | Kunimi Akira | Hanamaki Takahiro | Matsukawa Issei | Kyoutani Kentarou

— Nekoma

Kozume Kenma | Kuroo Tetsurou | Haiba Lev

— Shiratorizawa                      

Ushijima Wakatoshi | Tendou Satori | Goshiki Tsutomu | Shirabu Kenjirou | Semi Eita | Kawanishi Taichi

— Fukurodani

Bokuto Koutarou | Akaashi Keiji | Konoha Akinori

— Inarizaki

Miya Atsumu | Miya Osamu | Suna Rintarou | Kita Shinsuke | Ojiro Aran

— Miscellaneous                   

Sakusa Kiyoomi | Hakuba Gao | Terushima Yuuji | Udai Tenma

               𝕵𝖚𝖏𝖚𝖙𝖘𝖚 𝕶𝖆𝖎𝖘𝖊𝖓

— Sorcerers

Inumaki Toge | Okkotsu Yūta | Itadori Yūji | Gojō Satoru | Fushiguro Megumi | Nanami Kento | Yoshino Junpei | Fushiguro Toji | Zenin Naoya

— Curses

Ryōmen Sukuna | Mahito | Getō Suguru

           𝕾𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖐𝖎 𝖓𝖔 𝕶𝖞𝖔𝖏𝖎𝖓

— Survey Corps

Eren Yeager | Armin Arlert | Levi Ackerman | Reiner Braun

— Miscellaneous

Zeke Yeager

[ao3feed-danganronpa]

FANFIC REQUEST

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by otaku_elfchild

Want a fanfic of a certain ship/scene/fandom/etc but can’t find one on what you want?

Well here you are! I’m taking request and such, so enter if you please. Inside are rules and regulations about these fanfics so please enjoy!

Words: 301, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia, Haikyuu!!, 鬼滅の刃 | Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba (Anime), 約束のネバーランド | Yakusoku no Neverland | The Promised Neverland (Manga), 約束のネバーランド | Yakusoku no Neverland | The Promised Neverland (Anime), Hunter X Hunter, 殺戮の天使 | Satsuriku no Tenshi | Angels of Death (Anime), 殺戮の天使 | Satsuriku no Tenshi | Angels of Death (Manga), Assassination Classroom, Fruits Basket, Fruits Basket - Takaya Natsuki (Manga), Fruits Basket (Anime 2019), Fruits Basket (Anime 2001), ヲタクに恋は難しい | Wotaku ni Koi wa Muzukashii | Wotakoi: Love is Hard for Otaku (Anime), ひとりじめマイヒーロー | Hitorijime My Hero (Anime), Junjou Romantica, Yuri!!! on Ice (Anime), やがて君になる | Yagate Kimi ni Naru | Bloom Into You (Manga), あっちこっち | Acchi Kocchi (Anime), 神々の悪戯 | Kamigami no Asobi, Dangan Ronpa: Trigger Happy Havoc, Original Work

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen, M/M, Multi, Other

Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki, Todoroki Shouto, Iida Tenya, Uraraka Ochako, Asui Tsuyu, Kaminari Denki, Kirishima Eijirou, Sero Hanta, Shinsou Hitoshi, Mineta Minoru, Ashido Mina, Yaoyorozu Momo, Jirou Kyouka, Hagakure Tooru, Ojiro Mashirao, Shouji Mezou, Tokoyami Fumikage, Dark Shadow (My Hero Academia), Kouda Kouji, Satou Rikidou, Aoyama Yuuga, Monoma Neito, Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu, Kendou Itsuka, Tsunotori Pony, Awase Yousetsu, Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Kayama Nemuri | Midnight, Iida Tensei | Ingenium, Eri (My Hero Academia), Izumi Kouta, Chisaki Kai | Overhaul, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor, Shuuzenji Chiyo | Recovery Girl, Iguchi Shuuichi | Spinner, Sensei | All For One, Bubaigawara Jin | Twice, Toga Himiko, Sako Atsuhiro | Mr. Compress, Nedzu (My Hero Academia), Sasaki Mirai | Sir Nighteye, Toogata Mirio, Amajiki Tamaki, Hadou Nejire, Awata Kaoruko | Bubble Girl, Utsushimi Camie, Yoarashi Inasa, Takami Keigo | Hawks, Rachel "Ray" Gardner, Isaac "Zack" Foster, Emma (The Promised Neverland), Norman (The Promised Neverland), Ray (The Promised Neverland), Gilda (The Promised Neverland), Don (The Promised Neverland), Phil (The Promised Neverland), Anna (The Promised Neverland), Isabella (The Promised Neverland), Gon Freecs, Killua Zoldyck, Kurapika (Hunter X Hunter), Leorio Paladiknight, Hinata Shouyou, Hinata Natsu, Kageyama Tobio, Tsukishima Kei, Tsukishima Akiteru, Yamaguchi Tadashi, Sawamura Daichi, Sugawara Koushi, Azumane Asahi, Nishinoya Yuu, Tanaka Ryuunosuke, Tanaka Saeko, Ennoshita Chikara, Kinoshita Hisashi, Narita Kazuhito, Ukai Keishin, Ukai Ikkei, Takeda Ittetsu, Bokuto Koutarou, Akaashi Keiji, Kuroo Tetsurou, Kozume Kenma, Haiba Lev, Yaku Morisuke, Sakusa Kiyoomi, Miya Atsumu, Miya Osamu, Ushijima Wakatoshi, Terushima Yuuji, Tendou Satori, Oikawa Tooru, Iwaizumi Hajime, Aone Takanobu, Kamado Tanjirou, Kamado Nezuko, Kamado Family (Kimetsu no Yaiba), Agatsuma Zenitsu, Hashibira Inosuke, Tomioka Giyuu, Kochou Shinobu, Takatsuki Shinobu, Sabito (Kimetsu no Yaiba), Akaguro Chizome | Stain, Hakamata Tsunagu | Best Jeanist, Rengoku Kyoujurou, Kibutsuji Muzan, Honda Tohru, Sohma Kyou, Sohma Yuki, Sohma Shigure, Sohma Hatori, Sohma Akito, Sohma Hatsuharu, Sohma Ayame, Sohma Momiji, Sohma Kagura, Sohma Rin, Sohma Kazuma, Sohma Kureno, Sohma Kisa, Sohma Ritsu, Sohma Hiro, Sohma Kana, Uotani Arisa, Hanajima Saki, Hanajima Megumi, Edward "Eddie" Mason, Daniel "Danny" Dickens, Catherine "Cathy" Ward, Abraham Gray (Satsuriku no Tenshi), Akabane Karma, Shiota Nagisa, Korosensei (Assassination Classroom)

Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto, Kirishima Eijirou/Midoriya Izuku, Kaminari Denki/Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku/Shinsou Hitoshi, Midoriya Izuku/Sero Hanta, Midoriya Izuku/Monoma Neito, Midoriya Izuku/Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu, Midoriya Izuku/Shouji Mezou, Midoriya Izuku/Tokoyami Fumikage, Aoyama Yuuga/Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku/Ojiro Mashirao, Midoriya Izuku/Satou Rikidou, Kouda Kouji/Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku/Uraraka Ochako, Asui Tsuyu/Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku/Yaoyorozu Momo, Jirou Kyouka/Midoriya Izuku, Hagakure Tooru/Midoriya Izuku, Kendou Itsuka/Midoriya Izuku, Hatsume Mei/Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku/Shindou You, Iida Tenya/Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku/Everyone, Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou, Bakugou Katsuki/Kaminari Denki, Bakugou Katsuki/Uraraka Ochako, Bakugou Katsuki/Todoroki Shouto, Todoroki Shouto/Yaoyorozu Momo, Todoroki Shouto/Yoarashi Inasa, Iida Tenya/Todoroki Shouto, Kaminari Denki/Todoroki Shouto, Kirishima Eijirou/Todoroki Shouto, Kaminari Denki/Kirishima Eijirou, Ashido Mina/Kirishima Eijirou, Asui Tsuyu/Kirishima Eijirou, Kaminari Denki/Shinsou Hitoshi, Kaminari Denki/Sero Hanta, Jirou Kyouka/Kaminari Denki, Midoriya Izuku/Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Dabi/Midoriya Izuku, Asui Tsuyu/Uraraka Ochako, Iida Tenya/Uraraka Ochako, Uraraka Ochako/Yaoyorozu Momo, Ashido Mina/Uraraka Ochako, Jirou Kyouka/Uraraka Ochako, Hagakure Tooru/Uraraka Ochako, Jirou Kyouka/Yaoyorozu Momo, Ashido Mina/Asui Tsuyu, Ashido Mina/Jirou Kyouka, Kendou Itsuka/Yaoyorozu Momo, Kendou Itsuka/Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu, Kendou Itsuka/Monoma Neito, Kaminari Denki/Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu, Kirishima Eijirou/Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu, Monoma Neito/Shinsou Hitoshi, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Dabi/Takami Keigo | Hawks, Toga Himiko/Uraraka Ochako, Dabi/Toga Himiko, Dabi/Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Eri/Izumi Kouta, Hinata Shouyou/Everyone, Hinata Shouyou/Kageyama Tobio, Hinata Shouyou/Kozume Kenma, Hinata Shouyou/Tsukishima Kei, Hinata Shouyou/Oikawa Tooru, Hinata Shouyou/Ushijima Wakatoshi, Hinata Shouyou/Kuroo Tetsurou, Hinata Shouyou/Nishinoya Yuu, Hinata Shouyou/Yamaguchi Tadashi, Hinata Shouyou/Sugawara Koushi, Hinata Shouyou/Tanaka Ryuunosuke, Hinata Shouyou/Iwaizumi Hajime, Haiba Lev/Hinata Shouyou, Hinata Shouyou/Yaku Morisuke, Bokuto Koutarou/Hinata Shouyou, Akashi Seijuurou/Hinata Shouyou, Hinata Shouyou/Miya Atsumu, Hinata Shouyou/Miya Osamu, Hinata Shouyou/Sakusa Kiyoomi, Hinata Shouyou/Sawamura Daichi, Azumane Asahi/Hinata Shouyou, Shimizu Kiyoko/Yachi Hitoka, Emma/Ray (The Promised Neverland), Emma/Norman (The Promised Neverland), Emma/Norman/Ray (The Promised Neverland), Norman/Ray (The Promised Neverland), Gon Freecs/Killua Zoldyck, Kurapika/Leorio Paladiknight, Kamado Tanjirou/Tomioka Giyuu, Agatsuma Zenitsu/Kamado Tanjirou, Hashibira Inosuke/Kamado Tanjirou, Kamado Tanjirou/Rengoku Kyoujurou, Akabane Karma/Shiota Nagisa, Honda Tohru/Sohma Kyou, Honda Tohru/Sohma Yuki, Honda Tohru/Sohma Kyou/Sohma Yuki, Honda Tohru/Sohma Hatsuharu, Sohma Kureno/Uotani Arisa, Hanajima Saki/Uotani Arisa, Momose Narumi/Nifuji Hirotaka, Koyanagi Hanako/Momose Narumi, Kabakura Tarou/Koyanagi Hanako, Kabakura Tarou/Nifuji Hirotaka, Balder Hringhorni/Kusanagi Yui, Kusanagi Yui/Totsuka Takeru, Hades Aidoneus/Kusanagi Yui, Apollon Agana Belea/Kusanagi Yui, Kusanagi Yui/Loki Laevatein, Thoth Caduceus/Kusanagi Yui, Kusanagi Yui/Totsuka Tsukito, Kusanagi Yui/Dionysus Thyrsos, Isaac "Zack" Foster/Rachel "Ray" Gardner

Additional Tags: request, Angst, Fluff, Smut

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3sMlYIR

[onlyfortheplot]

Joke? You ARE the joke!

➳ Pairing: Kuroo Tetsurou x Fem!Reader

➳ Synopsis: 

“The Earth is flat.“ you said, emotionless. He looked at you like you were the stupidest person in existence. “And the Sun is a planet. Water isn’t a liquid. Plants can—“

“Sorry!“ he screeched, covering his ears at your ridiculousness, “I’m sorry for pouring the water on you. Just stop.”

➳ Warning: Slight language

➳ Word Count: 1.4K

A/N:

I had a writer’s block and I just watched my neighbor fall I cackled. And this is what came out. Hope you guys like?? Asks are CLOSED, but I’m most likely going to open them tomorrow, since Shiptember is coming. Anyway ENJOY! <3 ALSO. @omiswhore​ and @applepienation​ THANKS FOR GETTING ME OUT OF THE BLOCK. (ɔ◔‿◔)ɔ ♥

“Open the damn door,“ you kicked door, irking at the muffled laughs from behind it, you sighed, slamming a fist against it. How dare they. This was the second — no third time you had been locked out. You pounded the door, muttering threats under your breath as your little brother let out a cackling laugh.

“Let. Me.In.“ Each word was a kick to the door. “Or I’m telling mom!“

“Or I’m telling mom,“ he mocked, as you kicked the door harder. 

“I’m older than you, you pea brained idiot.“ you huffed, sliding your pulsing hand down the door. Oh god. This was the worst. Not only did your clown of a brother lock you out, but you didn’t even have your phone. You groaned.

In fact that’s what you had ran back for. Your stupid phone that you had left on the windowsill of your room. You sighed, as you backed away from the door.

You hadn’t wanted to go out, or even leave your room. It was a new house, a new neighborhood. There wasn’t really anything you were excited for. Sure, you would be going to a new school in a few days. And sure, maybe going out and meeting new people might make high school more bearable. And, in your defense, you had tried to get to know your neighbor. But, that didn’t turn out as planned. 

You could still feel the chilling water, stroking your spine and running down your shirt. You shivered. 

“Go away, sis. Mom said too.“ You could hear the loud stomping as he scurried up the stairs. Probably to play video games. Lucky bastard. You huffed, crossing your hands over your chest as you stepped into the chilly air.

It wasn’t cold, or at least nothing she wasn’t used too. It was sunny, the sun streaming into your eyes, blinding you. But, it was windy. And you in a very thin sweater, were not lucky.

“What are you doing outside?“ you turned to side, a black-haired boy gave you a confused look. “In that.“ You huffed, turning your body towards him as he dropped the plastic bags onto his porch.

“I got locked out?“ you chuckled, he gave a lazy smile, “You?“

“Just some errands,“ motioning to the bags, “You wanna come in?“

You nodded appreciatively, walking towards him.

“Uh,“ he fumbled with his keys, “You don’t happen to be new.“ It sounded more like a statement than a question.

You gave him a teasing smile, “No, I’ve just lived under a rock, that’s why you never see me.”

He chuckled.

“New, huh, its an odd time to move,“ he offered, as he finally opened the door, “Ah finally— where did you move from?“

“From Miyagi— Do you need help?” you asked, gesturing for the bags he was carrying, “You’re inviting a stranger in, I might as well help.“

“One, I’m good,“ he said, flexing his muscles, “Two, you’re not a stranger. Not really.“ You smiled.

“Oh, and why is that,“ you batted your lashes. It was odd, you felt comfortable with him. Someone whose name you didn’t know, yet face you recognized.

“What’s your—“

“Kuroo Tetsurou, what in the gods name took you soo long,“ Oh well at least you have a name. He — Kuroo — looked at you sheepishly as he shook of his shoes, bending down to neatly place them to the side. You followed. Lingering as he stalked farther into the house.

“I’m home, pa!“ he shouted out, placing the bags on the table. 

You looked around in awe. It was such a neat and tidy house, barley anything was out of place. It was so unlike their own house, boxes still in need of opening, and litters of package paper in random corners of the house. 

“Neat.“ you muttered to yourself as you watched Kuroo’s back. Something about him was oddly familiar. 

“Tetsurou, did you kidnap someone?“ Kuroo looked at his father incredulously.

“Pa, this is our new neighbor. Y/N,” he motioned to his father, “My dad. Pa, Y/N.” It was a short ,an almost useless introduction. Certainly it was not enough for his father, who peered his eyes at you.

“Aren’t you the little lady, my boy poured water on?“ You gasped. So that’s where you had remembered him from. You whirled around, glaring at him.

“You never told me it was you,“ you accused him, he held his hands up.

“Its not a conversation starter,“ he exclaimed, looking from his disappointing father, to your accusatory glare.

“And throwing water on me is?“ you held your hips looking at him, “I almost got sick because of that.”

He fumbled on his words as he rubbed the base of his neck.

“Well, I made it up to you. My taking you in after you got locked out.“

“That has nothing to do with you pouring water on me.“

“It does!“ You raised your eyebrow, urging him to continue, “Ah,see, I helped you to build your immune system. Every time you almost get sick, your immune system gets stronger. So you can be healthier. It was a very basic study.“

You peered your eyes at the crap.

“Says who,“ you asked.

“Me.“

“Are you a scientist now?“

“No. But,“ he scrunched his eyebrows, looking for a reason, “science is science. No matter who says it.“

“The Earth is flat.“ you said, emotionless. He looked at you like you were the stupidest person in existence. “And the Sun is a planet. Water isn’t a liquid. Plants can—“

“Sorry!“ he screeched, covering his ears at your ridiculousness, “I’m sorry for pouring the water on you. Just stop.”

You grinned at your new found power. 

“Are you sure about that,” you said, a playful glint in your eye.

“Yes!” he hissed, uncovering his ears, “Yes!”  

“Are you two done?“ You both turned around, remembrance of the old man coming back to you. Blushing, you gave a low bow, apologizing. Good lord, it was your visit and you had already embarrassed yourself.

“Ah, sorry, sir — I mean Mr. Kuroo. Mr Kuroo sir,” you stumbled over your words, flushing harder as both Kuroo and the old man laughed at your antics.

“Don’t worry, L/N, he’s just old.“ he teased his father, who gave him an annoyed glance over, blatantly ignoring his comment. He leaned back in his chair, lifting a newspaper in front of his face, but you had caught the slight grin.

You smiled at that, looking to Kuroo who gave you an odd look.

“Miyagi, you said.“ he hummed thoughtfully, scratching his chin. You looked at him. Why was he thinking of what you had said minutes before, “Are you perhaps from Karasanou?“

“Yes, how did you—“ you gasped, realization hitting you. You had recognized him from, “Are you the one who Tsukishima complains about all the time.”

“Complain?“ he dramatically clutched as his chest, “I taught him the ways of a wise man and he complains about me.“

You rolled your eyes.

“He called you ugly—”

“I’m handsome to a fault.”

“And annoying,”

“I am a saint.”

“And rude.”

“I am always kind.”

You gave him an incredulous look, narrowing your eyes. 

“He’s right.” you concluded, “You are annoying.”

“I second that,” the old man called out, as Kuroo turned to him,betrayed.

“Pa, why would you — “

“Sir, how did you deal with all his complaining?” you interrupted him, instead looking at his father.

“He was such a good boy back then.” he sighed, at the thought of Kuroo’s younger days, “So quiet. But, look at him now.” 

“All talk, no bite.”

You laughed, as Kuroo glared at him.

“Pa, how could you betray me like that. And to a stranger.” he wiped fake tears from his eyes.

“Stranger?” he raised an brow, “Is that why you talk about her all the time.” You didn’t laugh this time, looking at Kuroo, who looked like he was going to explode.

“Pa!” he shouted, turning away from you, “Stop talking — “

“No, Mr. Kuroo, please do tell.” you grinned mischievously.

“Lets see,” he had propped the paper in his lap as he held five fingers up.

“He talks about pouring water on — “

“Pa.”

“And he talks about you never leaving your room,”

“Pa!”

“And he talks about you singing in — “

“PA!” he shouted, hands waving all over the place, “Stop, please!”

You cackled at his disheveled figure.

Oh this you could get used to.

“No, sir, go on, I want to know about him,” Kuroo whipped around to you a warning sting in his eyes.

Oh you would really love this.

The old man laughed, as he crossed a leg over another, leaning farther into the chair.

“It all started on an uneventful evening — “

“PA!”

[10dreamt]

Roleplay history

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CURRENTLY PLAYING:

mark twain - bungou stray dogs

suehiro tetcho - bungou stray dogs

margaret mitchell - bungou stray dogs

nikolai gogol - bungou stray dog

natsume souseki - bungou stray dogs

edogawa ranpo - bungou stray dogs

mushitaro oguri - bungou stray dogs

ayatsuji yukito - bungou stray dogs

kajii motojiro - bungou stray dogs

h.p. lovecraft - bungou stray dogs

by request only

topaz/karma - bungou stray dogs

agatha christie - bungou stray dogs

andre gide - bungou stray dogs

shimada genji - overwatch

momiji kanou - the unlimited hyoubu kyousuke

widowmaker - overwatch

lan wangji - mo dao zu shi

jin zixuan - mo dao zu shi

mo xuanyu - mo dao zu shi

nie mingjue - mo dao zu shi

WANT TO PLAY:

daishou suguru - haikyuu

iida tenya - bnha

tsukimitsu iori - servamp

sleepy ash - servamp

isaac - log horizon

goshiki tsutomu - haikyuu

emil nekola - yuri on ice

sara crispino - yuri on ice

guang-hong ji - yuri on ice

edgar allan poe - bungou stray dogs

HAVE PLAYED:

edgeshot - bnha

rundelhaus code - log horizon

koichi haimawari - bnha vigilantes

mr. compress - bnha

shishikura seiji - bnha

kuroo tetsurou - haikyuu

tsukishima kei - haikyuu

sir nighteye - bnha

aoyama yuuga - bnha

semi eita - haikyuu

WILL/WOULD PLAY AGAIN:

would play all of them again im just really fucking lazy

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