#pixcldustwrites

[pixcldust]

𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞 ;

pairing | rich!kuroo tetsuro x f! reader

wordcount | 1.1k

warnings | slightly suggestive

tags | rich boy x poor reader, love confession, one night stand/fwb to something ✨more✨, no beta i never have beta lmao

a/n | i dont really know if anyone is still here but this was part of a series i planned out ages ago about a rich kids au. never fully finished the series (idk i would love to pick it up again) but it’s been collecting dust in my drafts for ages. also i miss this account 🥺 love u, pls hydrate

matutine (adj): of or relating to early morning; occuring in the early morning

When your eyes blink open, the hotel room is dark and you are alone in the big big bed. For a brief, sleepy second, you think that he has already left. You feel a tired pang of happiness when you see that he hasn’t.

There’s a warm glow from the lamp in the corner that illuminates a figure standing by the window. You can smell the smoke from his cigar; a little sweet but mostly pungent, in your opinion. He doesn’t even like to smoke -- he told you that the first time you met -- but he’s always puffing away on his Cuban cigars. The logic behind that evades you, but you can always guess why. He smokes because he’s bored. He buys and hoards more tobacco than he should because he’s bored. He stays with you because he’s bored.

The last sentence wasn’t just a guess.

You crumple the sheets a little, as you move to sit up, and he turns to look at you. Cat eyes blink, backlit by the view only the top floor of a luxury penthouse can provide - neon car lights and tiny windows all blurred into a mess of light. And above it all, a starless night sky. The view is beautiful and unreal from here.

“What time is it?” your voice is a croak, swept over by tiredness. 

“It’s 3:30 am,” he replies, putting the cigar into the ashtray. “Sorry. I know you hate this kinda stuff.”

Being the only son of the president of one of the biggest conglomerates in Japan, Kuroo Tetsuro was first in line to claim the company after his father stepped down. And yet here he was putting  out a $70 cigar early because a part-time waitress, whose closet was half-filled with thrift store clothes, didn’t like the smell. You’d be flattered if you didn’t know that $70 was almost nothing to him. He would pay over $100 for a smoke without batting an eyelid. You know that far too well.

“It’s only three thirty? I shouldn’t have woke up,” you sigh, brushing a hand over your face. “I don’t know how I’m going to go back to sleep again.”

A sly grin appears on Tetsuro’s face - it’s familiar and annoyingly sexy. How dare he look like that? You can’t help feeling a bit bitter.

“Want me to tire you out a little?”

You roll your eyes even as you smile, as he climbs back into the bed to rest both arms on the headboard. Caging you in, under his shirtless body. He smells fresh, like he’d just step out of the shower, despite the underlying scent of his cigar smoke. “Once a night is quite enough, thanks. I’ve got a morning shift tomorrow, and I’d like to retain my ability to walk.”

When you first met Tetsuro, at a shitty hole-in-the-wall bar that you never returned to after, he’d said all the right things in the right way. You didn’t even know he was one of the richest 20-something year olds in the country when he laughed at your sarcastic jokes, when the conversation somehow turned to kissing. You thought he was just another bar fling. Watching his lips quirk up into a smile, there’s a sense of relief that washes over you; you’re glad that he’s become more than that, as loathe as you are to admit your feelings to yourself.

His laughter shakes the bed beneath you. After months of this - this strange relationship where the both of you are something more than friends, but not quite lovers - you’ve learned to tell the difference between his mirthless chuckles and his genuine, albeit ridiculous, laughter. It’s nice that he’s been carrying out the latter more frequently around you.

“That should be flattering, but it doesn’t sound as kind coming from you,” he drops his arms and roll to the side, one leg draped over yours. Only the blankets keep your skin from touching his. “Want me to send you there? I’m free all day tomorrow.”

It’s sweet of him to offer, but the mental image of his red Rolls-Royce pulling up to the tiny neighbourhood diner, and a waitress in patched up jeans stepping out was too amusing. You tell him as much, while he trails a hand up your bare arm to tap your shoulder mindlessly. “I’m pretty sure it’d end up on the news: president’s son drops off minimum wage waitress at tiny diner. Your dad would probably murder you.”

He pinches your shoulder, playfully, moving his hand to your chest. “He can try, but am I really at fault for doing a favour for my favourite person?”

“Your favourite person, huh?”

“Yeah, of course,” he laughed, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. His breath is warm. “Hey Y/N?”

Your hands move to comb through his unruly hair. “What?”

“Don’t freak out, but I think I love you.”

Oh. Your fingers froze. There it was.

After the first night, when you woke up to find empty sheets and a neat white business card on the bedside table, you googled him. He scribbled a little message under his name and his position as Supervisor for Kuroo Group -- one of the richest conglomerates in Japan that so happened to share his last name. You’d read the message so many times, you could recite it by heart now -- ‘Thanks for last night. Call me whenever you feel like. I had fun.’. 

The Internet told you he was a notorious playboy with a personality that endless wealth always seemed to incur: confident, detailed and bored. So so bored with his flow of gold and his shiny toys and all his different suits and ties. There are accounts, from other alleged one-night stands and business partners. They all say the same thing: that he could charm the pants of anyone and that his words dripped like honey - thick and sweet, boasting the kindness of a saint and the slyness of a sinner. 

As his dark eyes bore into yours, waiting for a response to… whatever the hell that just was, you think that maybe the Internet has lied. His words aren’t honey - they spill like expensive champagne, Dom Perignon Rose, bubbly and valuable. Something you find yourself drowning in often, although you don’t know if you could ever admit that to anyone but yourself.

“Y/N? You okay? Look, I’m really sorry if that weirded you out but I just thought that it would be unfair to act like I don’t feel anything for you.”

You don’t want to admit it but fuck, he just might be worth drowning for. 

[pixcldust]

KUROO TETSUROU X FEM!READER SMAU

♡ ;; you and kuroo are best friends but an anonymous twitter user threatens to change that.

— warnings : swear words, suggestive, me doing my best, a whole ass mess

— genres : friends to lovers, fluff

— plot : in which you start receiving pick up lines in the form of tweets

— status : complete !

! ignore the time stamps, they aren't rly relevant lmao !

profiles

one – hello angel

two – the moon above the sea

three – you slow down, then you speed up

four – just love me right

five – i think about it 24/7

six – do you like me, like i love you?

seven – i'll search the universe

eight – chasing the sun

nine – don't wait too long

ten – kiss me, don't burn me

extra

[pixcldust]

STUDY DATES

ft. akaashi keiji, oikawa tooru, tsukishima kei

with | gn! reader

warnings | some swear words

a/n | self-indulgent headcanons because school is a massive headache mwah stay safe and drink lots of water babes.

AKAASHI KEIJI

one of those fuckers who can AFFORD to continue practicing volleyball constantly bc he's been studying and paying attention the whole year

so smart. so wise and responsible and logical.

will 100% be okay with tutoring you!! tbh might even suggest it when he sees you struggling

so so so patient and will put up with all your questions

yes even ur stupid ones

don't expect any romantic or sexy times.

str8 up focused on explaining concepts to you

"y/n, let go of my arm, you don't even know the different hydrocarbons yet."

ffs

watch your grades improve tho bc this man is so damn good at explaining things

idc if you're an F student or an A* student

your grades are gonna go 📈

plus if his exams end earlier than yours that day, he'll wait outside for you

leaning on the pillar with his phone out and his glasses on

PRETTY SETTER PRESIDENT REPRESENT

the personification of the dark academia aesthetic

it doesn’t really matter whether you feel like you screwed up the exam or did well bc akaashi will be there to comfort you or celebrate with you

he’s just SUCH a sweetheart HHHHHH

need me an akaashi rn 😔✊

OIKAWA TOORU

not bad, but not a straight A* student yk

ngl he looks like he'd be just okay at studies

like yeah my man is determined and smart and hardworking but he's seriously focused on vb

but he's whipped for you so ofc it'll happen

y'all are way too easily distracted LMAO

when you suggest a study date, he's like "ehhhhhh???"

you: *trying to understand how tf integration works*

oikawa: the sky is so blue and pretty today 🥰

you: yo ur right!! we should plan a picnic!!!

here's a pro tip: don't study near a window or in a cafe on your study dates

i think you'd have to have iwaizumi with you guys to ensure both of you actually study

but when oikawa is in a determined mood tho,,,

he'd be Big Brain asf no arguments taken

if he really wants something, he can achieve it

he's ✨perfect✨ like that

so good study dates would be really productive

in a you-help-each-other way

plus he thinks you’re cute as hell when you concentrate

we stan a couple who brings out the best in each other

one of those people who always want to go out after exams

yk

"ahh y/n let’s go eat cake to celebrate finishing the maths paper!!"

"tooru, baby, we still have exams tomorrow."

he'd be a bomb ass tutor lbr

TSUKISHIMA KEI

the OG Tutor himself

the hard part is convincing him to teach you

"hey tsukki, could you help me le–"

"🤢🥱🤨 no"

and you're like "how tf did you say that out loud??"

it takes a lot of bribery and kisses and yamaguchi's help

but if you do convince him then prepare to wORk

like you have to listen well when he’s explaining a concept or problem to you

no nonsense kinda guy

but also-

i see him as a quiet romantic (no, i don't take criticism) so maybe he'd give you a quick kiss when you get something right

but he'd be embarrassed if you asked him for more HAHAHAHHAHA nerd

the kind of guy who'd whack your head with a bottle of fruit juice when you're too stressed

"don't let this stress you out so much, idiot."

before giving it to you

oof simp 💘

if you do well in your exams, tsukki's gonna take some of the credit

"I GOT AN A"

"–because of me."

yes tsukki, okAy boo, whatever you say 🙄

jk we're all whipped for this mean boy

don’t even lie

[pixcldust]

BREATHING BLUE: NINE

♡ ;; nine – don't wait too long

a/n: i got my new exam timetable today 😰 might be a bit more inactive bc of my studies so just an fyi ! also, i'm lowkey sad because i drafted out this smau earlier and there's only 1 or 2 more chapters left of breathing blue,, i have an akaashi smau in the drafts tho so uh– 😳😳

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[pixcldust]

BREATHING BLUE: TEN

♡ ;; ten – kiss me, don't burn me

a/n: yes this is the last part 😔 originally was gonna post it later but i NEED to focus on my studies zz n e ways thank you for liking this smau i'm glad breathing blue got so much love 🥰 will post an extra chapter next !

also shoutout to all of you who guessed right, it's lowkey obvious, but shoutout anyway 🥳

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[pixcldust]

BREATHING BLUE: EXTRA

♡ ;; extra chapter

a/n: SURPRISE BITCH! I BET YOU THOUGHT YOU'D SEEN THE LAST OF ME!

lmao jk but this has been in my drafts for way too long 😪 short but i also wanted to let yall know that yes, y/n and kuroo have a good long relationship 🥰 n e ways this is done for good ! thank you for your support ♡

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[pixcldust]

BREATHING BLUE: SEVEN

♡ ;; seven – i'll search the universe

a/n : finally updating this 🤭 fun fact, i once got an anonymous letter on valentines day and my best friend also helped me try to find the sender. it did not go as romantically as this au though LMAOO

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[pixcldust]

BREATHING BLUE: ONE

♡ ;; one – hello angel

a/n : lemme go pspsps a twitter boyfriend. i swear future updates will be longer 🥴

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[pixcldust]

BREATHING BLUE: EIGHT

♡ ;; eight – chasing the sun

a/n: i like talking about food and drink in my aus bc i like anime food so fking much 🤤 i'm a glutton mwah

+ i've exceeded the 50 tag limit 😳 don't worry, i'll still tag all of you but tumblr lowkey acting up so please let me know if i missed you !! // i STILL can't tag some accounts and idk why 😭😭

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[pixcldust]

BREATHING BLUE : TWO

♡ ;; two – the moon above the sea

a/n : i know the titles are super intense but i swear they're not supposed to be lmaoo if you know, you know 🤪

edit : NO ONE TOLD ME I MADE A MISTAKE DJDHJDJDJDJ I FIXED IT

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[pixcldust]

BREATHING BLUE: FIVE

♡ ;; five – i think about it 24/7

a/n : mwah here's an update because i'm procrastinating :') don't jump to conclusions about pick-up line twt acc, i'll reveal him soon hehe. also the effing ten pic limit, tumblr why

++ i'm having trouble with tagging one of the accounts uhh if anyone knows why tumblr won't let me tag them, that'll be great.

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[pixcldust]

BREATHING BLUE: THREE

♡ ;; three – you slow down, then you speed up

a/n: just a reminder that timestamps have no meaning. also i made the twt dm convo with a side account and my main because i wasn't satisfied with the way fake twt dms look lmao 🤡<-me

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[pixcldust]

BREATHING BLUE : PROFILES

meet your friend group !

mlist | one

[pixcldust]

y/n & co.

[🦩] -> twitter, do your thing !

a/n — i hc kinoshita to be super sweet in public and a snarky ass to his friends bc i love him mwah he's baby.

+ — taglist below, if your name is in pink then i can't tag you pls check your settings :>

[ masterlist ]

[🦩] taglist -> @elianetsantana @jabby16 @winunk @iwaizoom @anngelllla @neomuxuxi @timeturnerss @kozumesupremacy @lovinnoya @i-maginaryclou-d @peteunderoos @hxked @doggonudez @saturnfarie @underratedmage @thathoneybee3 @marifujioka @bunny-on-crack @lonelyheartxn

[pixcldust]

akaashi's gang

[🦩] -> twitter, do your thing !

a/n — here's out fukurodani boyzz 🤪 sorry only three bc i don't know the team well enough. also can you tell i have a crush on konoha?

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[ masterlist ]

[🦩] taglist -> @elianetsantana @jabby16 @winunk @iwaizoom @anngelllla @neomuxuxi @timeturnerss @kozumesupremacy @lovinnoya @i-maginaryclou-d @peteunderoos @hxked @doggonudez @saturnfarie @underratedmage @thathoneybee3 @marifujioka @bunny-on-crack @lonelyheartxn

[pixcldust]

𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐭 ;

pairing | iwaizumi hajime x gn! reader

wordcount | 1.5k

warnings | mild mention of death, slight angst i think, small letters on purpose

tags | ambiguous ending, friendship to something more, no beta bc im shy

a/n | i don't write gender neutral often (i barely write in 2nd pov tbh) so if i messed something up, pls let me know!! it’s 1am but i couldn’t sleep lmaoo i’ll try to sleep again after posting this.

the beginnings of a love story in three parts. 

i.

it starts in the summer, with you lounging on a deck chair, eating candy that turns your tongue blue. you’re wearing shorts and a tanktop, in one of your friends’ big backyard, watching them scream and laugh in the pool. the sun feels like hell on your bare skin but the laughter is infectious and you’re laughing with them. never mind that it’s your last year of senior high school and that after this, you may never see half of these kids again. there is only the here, the now, and it’s brighter than you’ve ever felt for most of your life.

he comes over, a wide smile on his tan face and pool water dripping off his hair. his fingers move deftly to flick water at you, laughing as he dries his hands and picks up his phone. despite flipping him off, you note his good mood - it’s a rare sight to see him play around so childishly like this. you find that you quite like it.

“done with swimming?” you ask. he nods, eyes on his phone. the first few beats of some hip hop song that you don’t recognise starts playing from its speakers.

“my fingers look like prunes,” he groans as he puts down his phone and splays out his fingers at you childishly. you scrunch your face up at him in return.  “plus they want to go eat pizza after this, and hanamaki is gonna take years to shower so i wanted to get a headstart.”

“we’re eating pizza after?” you roll your eyes. “damn these kids and their big appetites.”

“you’re not hungry, because you’ve been eating so much candy,” he wrinkles his nose at the packet of pop rocks in your hand. “that’s not good for you, y’know?”

there’s a pause, him staring at you and you staring at him - time in a frozen state - before you sigh and motion for his hand. “if you wanted some, you could’ve just asked.”

iwaizumi grins as you pour some on his hand. his smile gleams bright against his skin. “thank you.”

he throws them into his mouth as he runs off to take a shower, and you feel a smile curve your lips. it’s odd. your boyfriend isn’t here - he’s opted to train today, even though it’s probably the last time all of you will ever be close together like this - but you can feel your heart skipping the way it does when you’re with him.

ii. 

you and oikawa started dating at the beginning of your third year. 

it was bound to happen eventually; at least, that’s what most of your friends told you so. you have always been friends with tooru and iwa and, when you reached high school, makki and mattsun. tooru was always the popular one, iwa was the reliable one and you were the calm one. a package deal - girls, students in general, who were interested in oikawa and were too intimidated to approach iwa would come to you. frankly, you didn’t mind. everyone had had a crush on oikawa at least once, and it wasn’t like you were any different when you were younger.

what you didn’t expect was for him to confess to you in your second year. it’s burned in the back of your memory: under the shade of one of the staircases near the gym, in the middle of your lunch break, tooru’s face reddening in embarrassment. you said yes, because you’ve always found him funny and cute and attractive in all the ways more than physical and wasn’t that enough to make a good relationship? 

apparently not, since it’s been several months since you last had a proper conversation with him.

he’s in the gym again today, still training by himself, even though he’s already graduated. he’s going to go overseas, to continue his volleyball training in another team. you know this because that was what he told you the last time you two had a proper conversation. good luck, you said to him because you know that volleyball meant that much to him. never mind that he always, always, always put the sport before you, because even though he was your boyfriend, he was also one of your best friends and that meant supporting his dreams. you’re going to be amazing.

you can hear the squeak of volleyball shoes on hard floor, the thwack of ball against flesh, as you approach the gym doors. he’s there - alone, because school’s out for the end-of-term holidays - and he doesn’t immediately notice you standing there. his eyes are too focused on the ball as he sets to himself. he’s always too focused on the ball.

when he does see you there, he lets the ball drop and give you a smile. “hey y/n. what are you doing here?”

seeing his happy face chips at some of your initial confidence and your words falter at your lips, unwilling to come out. a deep breath because if not now, then when? would you really be okay with letting this relationship drag on and on? if there’s one thing you’re certain of, it’s this: you have fallen out of love with oikawa tooru. and he knows it.

“tooru, I think we should break up.”

it hurts a little, if you’re being honest, as you watch the smile slide off his face, giving way to a soft frown. you know he’s had to do this before, watch a person leave him because he was a little too selfish to give up volleyball for anything else, and you hated knowing that he was going through it again. your fault this time. but you know he’s seen this coming. even matsukawa has asked if you were doing okay in a rare bout of seriousness before. at the time, you didn’t know how to answer the question.

oikawa tooru is a lot of things, but he isn’t stupid. he should have seen this coming from miles away, a freight train hurtling at him with its headlights bright and glaring. it’s deliberate ignorance; oikawa saw the train. he just didn’t feel like stepping off the tracks.

“is this because of volleyball?” he asks, tilting his head. he doesn’t have an argument against you, and you know it’s because he’s felt the romantic love for you die off back to a platonic one. like you felt it. “if so, i’m sorry y/n, i didn’t mean to make you feel lonely-”

“it’s okay, tooru. i’m really proud of you, y’know? and... i hope we can stay friends.”

the last sentence sounds more like a question but he’ll understand. his frown disappears at your words, and while it’s not a smile, it’s something like acceptance and that’s good enough for you at the moment. picking up the ball, he nods. “me too.”

iii.

you’re in a tank top and shorts once again, under blistering heat, only this time they’re new clothes, and it’s just you and hajime. all your friends have grown up and out, dotted all across the country. you hum to yourself, stretching your fingers. hajime passes a packet of pop rocks to you.

“hey haji. have you ever thought about death?”

he eyes you suspiciously like you’re about to trick him with nothing but words, and it makes you want to laugh. “sometimes, yeah.”

makki and mattsun moved out of miyagi after high school opting to attend fancy universities in tokyo. tooru left japan completely - said he was going to train twice as hard overseas after the opportunity presented itself. that just left you and iwaizumi, attending the same college in miyagi. you didn’t mind and, despite iwa’s occasional huffs, he never seems to mind either.

and maybe it’s because the both of you are older now, because you’ve found someone who doesn’t mind the way you prefer to skip over small talk, but recently it feels like hajime has been becoming your source of energy more and more. after classes end, he’s quick to send you a text and you’re even quicker to respond - at this point, you’ve visited almost every cafe in miyagi. even the shitty ones, to hajime’s dismay and your amusement.

“we’re so old now, it feels like i’m on the brink of death,” you groan, pouring pop rocks straight into your mouth. they fizzle like miniature fireworks on your tongue. 

a magazine smacks you on the head but you can’t be bothered to turn and glare at him. you opt to glare straight ahead of you instead, to the pool and the few people in it. sunlight bounces off of the glittery water and your glare turns to a squint. “you’re 21, you’re not 71.”

“maybe it’s the heat getting to me.

“yeah, it’s seriously hot today,” iwaizumi knits his brows, sitting up in his seat. you steal a glance at his exposed biceps - bless his tank top - and feel a strange pound in your chest. opting to ignore it, your lips unfurl into a grin.

“sorry about that.”

the magazine thwacks you on the head again, but not before you see his lips curl into a amused smile to match yours. “shut up.”

all your friends have grown up and out, but your happiness is only beginning.