Tag: character pairing

Hi there :D How about this for the drabble game? Kuroo Tetsurou x Yaku Morisuke. Situation #27 Seeing each other for the first time in a while. Sentence #28 “If I kissed you right now, what would you do?”

This is not happening. It absolutely, positively is not happening. How could anyone ever think that he would be the “perfect date” for him? Yaku considers bolting but those golden eyes are too quick and catch sight of him, wearing this stupid red collared shirt so that he would stand out in the crowd.

“Well this is a surprise,” Kuroo purrs–actually fucking purrs.

“Uh huh, remind me to write in a complaint to the developers of that asinine software,” Yaku snaps.  

“Morisuke, you wound me! At least we’re matched with someone we have some things in common with!”

“We never agree on anything!”

Kuroo flashes that irritating smirk and it makes Yaku want to smack him. “Look, we’re already here, why don’t we just… hang out? We don’t even have to call it a date if you want.”

Yaku is about to tell Kuroo to shove it when he catches just the faintest hint of…worry? Well, they are both new to town, and it’s kind of lonely when you’ve left everything and everyone you’ve known for years behind.

“Fine, but no funny business!”

Kuroo snorts, “Yeah, like that’s gonna happen.”

And so they “hang out”, going to a movie (it takes them nearly an hour to decide which one) and get food (they end up flipping a coin because they can’t reach a mutual decision).

But despite all that, Yaku has to admit at the end of the evening that he’s had a good time. Despite all his maddening annoyances, Kuroo is actually a good date… non-date… whatever. And Yaku finds he doesn’t mind so much that they don’t see eye to eye on everything (anything) because even if he doesn’t agree with Kuroo, the man’s at least intelligent enough to present a convincing argument.

And then Kuroo breaks his ability to think when he says, “Morisuke… if I kissed you right now, what would you do?”

Yaku whips his head up, stopping dead in his tracks and stares at him. But he’s not teasing. He’s completely and utterly serious.

He blurts out a firm “why” and gets the satisfaction of seeing Kuroo ‘Thinks he’s so cool but is really a dork’ Tetsurou blush.

“Wha… No fair! Answering a question with a question!” he whines.

Yaku smirks, rising up on his toes (damn the man for being so tall) and whispers, “Ask me out on a proper date… then we’ll see.” He walks away, leaving a spluttering, cursing Kuroo behind him.

He doesn’t make it home before his phone is ringing, Kuroo’s stupid, handsome face illuminating his screen.

Hello! For the three sentence fic, can i have a kurooyachi hospital/doctor au, please. Thank you! Have a wonderful day/night! :)

Thank you dear, you do as well! One of my favorite pairings!!

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Kuroo’s hands slid around Yachi’s waist as she leaned over the sink, her attention solely on the task of applying mascara without stabbing herself in the eye, his voice low and warm in her ear, as waggled his eyebrows at her cute kitten patterned scrubs; “Helllooooo nurse.”

He saw the eye roll but also the smile she couldn’t hold back as she swatted his hands, complaining, though her tone belied any real irritation, “Must you do that every day, doctor?”

Kuroo grinned, nuzzling his nose into the crook of her neck, drawing a mixed sigh of exasperation and fondness from her glossy lips as he murmured, “Doctor’s giving you news, he’s got a bad case of lovin’ you.”

May I have Sugawara X Kiyoko with a Royal!AU, please? It’s good to see you’re back 😚😚😚

Thank you dear! I know it’s been a while but I’m taking inspiration where I can and I appreciate you sending in a request!

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An arranged marriage, typical of their station, and yet Sugawara can’t help the feeling of rebellion coiling in his gut; marriage should be for love and life, not king and country.

But then he meets her—his betrothed—so beautiful and regal, and yet humble, kind, and best of all intelligent.

And so on this, their blessed wedding day, he more than gladly kisses her gently, sealing their union of hearts and kingdoms, breathing out as they part, “Long live my queen.”

Kagehina snowball fight huehuehuehue

What started as a playful tease is now an all out war, a fact unsurprising given the two involved so their senpai hardly bother paying attention to it anymore.

But after so many years of juvenile flirtation Yamaguchi shouts at the freak duo, “Just kiss already!”

Kageyama sputters, his attention diverted, which earns him a face full of snow—compliments of Hinata’s impeccable aim—drawing roars of laughter from their spectators.

AsaDai – Good Day Kiss

He’s running late, and of course can’t find his keys, his wallet or his scarf; the really fluffy one that keeps the cold at bay and is his favorite color.

But just as Asahi is thinking he’s done for, Daichi comes to the rescue, shoving his jacket into his arms, with a gruff, “Your stuff’s in the pockets, dingbat.”

Asahi smiles despite the insult, especially when Daichi wraps that favorite scarf around his neck and tugs him down for a good day kiss.

MatsuTen – First Kiss

The first touch of their lips was soft, so soft it was almost as though they were ghosts to each other, their nerves holding them back as though they were tethered.

Matsukawa nearly opened his eyes, wondering if Tendou were second guessing this; had he pushed too hard, moved too fast?

Then a hand was in his hair, tugging him forward and Tendou’s lips slotted more fully against his own, a low hum vibrating Matsukawa all the way to his toes; apparently he wasn’t moving fast enough.

I started a thing…

vball-baes-bball-babes:

So, I know I haven’t been super active here and for that I do apologize. 

I could go into some of the reasons why but mostly, writing comes and goes, my energy level goes up and down and I’m focusing more on what makes me happy than what I feel obligated to do (hopefully that makes sense and doesn’t sound too bratty). 

That being said, I finally posted the first (super small) fic of a series I’ve been wanting to start on AO3 for Yachi. 

I am a serial shipper for her and this is where I will put my fun pieces as inspiration, time and energy hit me. 

Some will be short, some will be long, some may have multiple chapters, but they’re all being stored in:

The Good Ship Yachi

I hope you’ll pop over to AO3 and read, maybe leave a kudo or a comment if you feel they’re earned. 

Thanks again for everyone’s patience and support!

Second piece is up, BokuYachi!

If your are still taking prompts… Could I request some third year!kageyachi? Love your blog!

neoniights:

sure gladly!

Hitoka could only bow down politely, feeling a bit solemn and a tad irritated. The first time it happened she was so nervous and embarrassed, shocked in fact.

But after ten times the novelty of it wore off and now she can fully understand her beloved Kiyoko-senpai and how she handled everything with out a bat of an eye lash.

She was too used to it for her own good she realized.

“I’m sorry,” she said coolly, a bit of edge in her voice as her classmate looked her confidently in the eye, “I can’t go out with you.”

His jaw dropped as he watched Hitoka walk calmly away, not giving him a reason for her answer because in reality she didn’t have to. Also she had to get the Volleyball team some towels and she was in a rush.

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the flower that blooms in adversity;

whitemiists:

Yachi’s heard wondrous tales of inspiration; falling leaves creating an inferno of colors, the innocence in a baby’s smile, the monochrome shades of a dull, rainy morning. She’s heard of grand love stories inspiring poetry and loss inspiring those priceless paintings in museums that sometimes were too precious to even look at.

Yachi’s inspiration strikes in a much different way.

It comes in a flash on a typical evening, with Yamaguchi slurping tasteless cup ramen in her living room, eyes glued to the TV, while she fiddles with her camera. Water dribbles down his chin, though he catches it with the back of his hand — and that’s when Yachi notices.

“You have,” she notes, “freckles on your wrist.”

For Yamaguchi it’s nothing more than a passing glance. Freckles are old news; he’s still discovering new ones on his body every now and then even.

But Yachi is compelled, in a sudden way, to turn his hand over in hers and snap a picture of the cluster of faint, delicate marks on the inside of his wrist.

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