Don’t hate me anon! I’m sorry this took forever and a day. Here is a quick Coffee Shop AU for them!
She
comes in every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. Usually after the
dinner rush has left, when the cafe is at it’s quietest, she orders a
caramel latte and goes to sit in the corner. When she is not typing
away on her laptop, she is pouring over a textbook, taking meticulous
notes each time.Kuroo
would know. He’s been watching her for a while. Yachi Hitoka. It’s
the name she gave him to put on her order. And he always makes her
order. The first time she came to the cafe, she looked sad,
depressed, at what, Kuroo didn’t know. So, when she smiled right
after taking a sip of his drink, it caught him off guard. From then
on, he tried to make her smile all the time with all of his drinks.“Dude,
why don’t you just leave your phone number on her drink?” Bokuto
asked, wiping down the counter. “Or on her receipt? Leave like a
message or something?”Kuroo
frowned, sure that was what he would usually do when a pretty girl
came into the cafe, but it didn’t feel right to do that with her.
“Nah, I don’t think the usual would work on her, you know? She’s
different.”Bokuto’s
eye’s widened, a huge silly grin took over his face as he said
loudly, “Oh my God! You’re in love with her!” Kuroo immediately
covered Bokuto’s mouth with his hands, and looked around. Yachi had
turned her head in the direction of the commotion. When she met his
eyes, she smiled and gave him a little wave before returning back to
the book she was reading. Kuroo quickly“Can
you be a little subtle?” Kuroo hissed, releasing his hold on him.
Bokuto made a show of gasping for air and playfully stuck his tongue
out. “And how can I be in love with her? I barely have spoken to
her, other than taking her order and the weather.”Bokuto
tilted his head, “Then why don’t you go and talk to her? It’s
better than you just creepily staring at her every time she comes
in.”“I’m
not creepy!” Kuroo insisted, a bit offended by the remark.“Yeah
man. Just go up and start talking to her. No big deal. I’ll cover for
ya. We’re slow anyway,” he offered, pushing Kuroo away from the
counter. “You can start by actually telling her your name.”Kuroo
stared at Bokuto, not sure that if he is actually a genius or super
simple minded. Either way, after Bokuto gave him an encouraging
thumbs up, he made his way towards her table, acting as casual as he
could. He tried thinking of conversation topics that he could start
out with. Maybe asking her what she was studying? Or talking about
her outfit? (Though that might be a bit creepy at first). Glancing
down at the book she was reading, he saw that it wasn’t even near to
being a textbook this time. It was a manga.“Um,
I’ve read that one before,” he said, trying to keep his voice
steady. Yachi flinched violently from being surprised. Kuroo thought
for a moment that he already messed up his chances with her before he
even got the chance to introduce himself. However, when she saw it
was him, she calmed down and returned to normal.“Oh,
really?” she smiled. “A friend recommended it to me, and I ended
up buying the first two volumes. It’s really funny.”She
motioned to the seat across from her, inviting him to sit down.
Kuroo let out a sigh of relief as he took the open invitation. “So
you read manga too, huh? I always see you coming here with work to
do.” He thought that it sounded like he was stalking her, and
prayed that she didn’t think that as well, but when she giggled, he
felt calmer.“Well,
I’m usually swamped with school work, but this week not so much,”
she said shyly. Covering her face a bit with her book. “I always
come here, so it felt weird to not come. Plus, I really like the way
you make my latte. It’s the best.”He
blushed, adverting his eyes away from her for only a second.
Scratching the back of his head he said, “I’m Kuroo Tetsurou, by the
way. I know your name from taking your orders, but I wasn’t sure if
you knew mine.”It
was easy to talk to her. The conversation flowed naturally without
any moments of silences. Topics ranged from mangas that they both
have read, the best way to cook noodles. to the fact that they both
go to the same university. He decided that he liked the sound of her
voice when she said other words than “a tall, caramel, latte,
please. Even more, he liked the sound of her laughter, and vowed
silently to try and get her to laugh more often. It seemed like time
was going slow for them, and yet it went by fast, since before Kuroo
knew it, an hour had passed by.The
chime to the door rang, and in came another couple of customers. For
the first time since he sat down, he checked on how Bokuto was doing.
There was a small line forming, and by the looks of it, Bokuto was
struggling to keep up.“Well,
duty calls,” he sighed, getting up from the chair. When he glanced
over at Yachi again, she was frowning, giving an almost pouting
expression. It was cute, and he felt the same way. If he could he
would rather stay here and just talk to her more. Kuroo felt a bit
more confident, and said, “You know, my shift ends in an hour. Can
I walk you home?”She
perked up, and with a blushing face gave him her most happiest of
smiles,“Yeah, I’d like that.”
I really hope I didn’t write them too OOC.
I just like to imagine nervous tol Kuroo fall head over heels with smol equally flustered Yachi.
Tag: Kuroo Tetsurou
A few kuroyachi domestic au headcanons because I’m kinda stressed and I need to be distracted for a while (more like I should study but my mind refuses to work)
• Kuroo painting Yachi’s nails and trying his very best to draw a small cat designs on her nails
• Attempting to tame Kuroo’s hair pt 1: they use Yachi’s hairpins. All of them. They don’t succeed
• they treat every outing like a date, be it a walk to the grocery store, shopping for socks, meeting during lunch breaks
• Whenever Yachi is stressed and jumpy she goes to Kuroo and leans against him or puts her head on his lap while he strokes her hair and asks her what’s wrong
• whenever Kuroo is stressed Yachi puts her hands on either side of his face and pulls him close till their foreheads touch and tells him to only focus on her voice and nothing else. She also runs her fingers through his hair because it calms him down.
• Attempting to tame Kuroo’s hair pt 2: they use gel. A lot of it. Gel can’t wash off. Help!!! “I will be slick shady forever!” “WE- WE CANT LET THAT HAPPEN EEK!!!”
• Yachi and Kuroo leave sticky notes on each others’ laptops or notebooks to remind them to take care, or drink water or a simple I love you or even a cute animal doodle
• Kuroo and Yachi baking cookies with anime openings playing in the background, each of them trying to mimic or dance to it. (Sometimes they mess up the batter)
• Sharing baths!! Lots of bubbles!!! They end up giving each other small soapy kisses
• Yachi effectively scaring Kuroo at times especially when Kenma is over and playing horror games
• Lazy mornings with Yachi pulling Kuroo back to bed because you’re warm and it’s nice and I just want you to be here. Kuroo agreeing and kissing her hair affectionately while Yachi cuddles closer
• Kuroo and Yachi adopting a black kitten
• Kuroo and Yachi…guys…pls
here are some kuroyachi headcanons that no one asked for
- kuroo often picks his very smol girlfriend up and carries her
- so many of those cliche spinning hugs/kisses
- the first gift yachi ever gives kuroo is a set of markers. from then on, it’s kind of a thing for them to gift each other office supplies
- they can sit together in silence for hours and be content just like that
- kuroo is very good at calming yachi down when she’s getting anxious
- yachi likes to draw things on kuroo’s hands and arms, especially when she gets to use glitter gel pens
- whenever one of them sees something pretty they want the other to see, they take a picture and send it without any kind of context
- yachi once spent an hour trying to style kuroo’s hair
- a lot of their dates are to museums
- kuroo has a playlist on his phone of songs that remind him of yachi. they’re all extremely sappy
that is all thank you for your time
Hello :} I would like to request a scenario where Yaku starts bringing his best friend (chubby! reader) to hang out with the boys more often, she seems shy at first & Kuroo grows curious about & notices that she’s p cute, but when he starts taunting her she always responds with something more sassy which catches him off guard. They end up getting along really well & Kuroo asks her out! Thank you so much <3
Super duper cute! I love this idea! Though, I am not very familiar with writing for Yaku, so please give me any pointers if I screw up! Thanks for requesting, love! – Admin Satori ❤
Kuroo Tetsurou:
“Are you sure about this, Mori? I don’t want to impose on you and your guy time…”
“No, no, no, it’s fine, _________. You wanted to hang out after school, right? Well, I have practice, so we can chat between breaks and hang out just fine.”
Yaku waved off your worried glance, and you couldn’t help but sigh a little in defeat as he led you towards the doors of the gym, “But what if they make fun of me? Or are jerks?”
Dark brown eyes glanced at you from over his shoulder, and you felt an embarrassed flush come over your cheeks, “Then I’ll kick their asses. Duh.” As if it were the most simplest thing in the world. You rolled your eyes and nudged your shoulder against your best friends, “You’re going to do just fine. You’ve got a smart mouth, and I know of a few of the guys who would really like for you to bully them.”
You laughed loudly, “What? Bully them? I wouldn’t ever think of doing something so mean!”
The gym doors opened before you, revealing a smirking, very familiar third year, “Ah… Yaku, you’re late. Again.”
Immediate irritation flashed on Yaku’s face, “Am not! You’re just here an hour early.” Walking in, Yaku huffed, closing his eyes and frowning from the glimpse of the team before him, “Why isn’t anyone practicing? If you’re all here, might as well be practicing! Get to work!”
You couldn’t hide the quiet laugh behind your hand at your best friends irritation – now seeing first hand why he was always so stressed out. His team was a bunch of lazy cats and fierce tigers. Neither really doing much to improve their focus on the practice before them.
But your laughing caught the attention of the slyest of all, golden eyes glancing at you from the corner of his eye before looking back at Yaku, “So… You and the LP, huh?”
Kuroo wasn’t exactly easy to miss. You had him for your chemistry class – though you were partnered with Yaku. You’d asked him for help on problems before, but it was only ever for educational benefit; A conversation between the two of you outside the classroom had never before been a thing. And now here he was, asking such a personal question of you? Out of the blue? You coughed in surprise and stared up at him with wide eyes, the sight making his heart jump in his chest – why?
Quickly, maybe too eagerly, you shook your head, “O-oh! N-no! We’re not dating!” Then you frowned and gave the tall young man a confused stare, “What does LP mean?”
His chuckle made your skin erupt in goosebumps, but you chose to ignore it completely. “LP? Come on, _______, I thought you were smarter than that.” Kuroo let out a dramatic sigh, his golden eyes now focused solely on you, finding your confusion laced eyebrows and puzzled pout to be… well, he thought it was pretty cute on your face. When you didn’t show any sign of answering his taunt, Kuroo cleared his throat, “LP… it means ‘Little Person’.”
You rolled your eyes and looked away from the tall captain, “He may be short, but he’s more suited to be a Captain than you are.” That was mean. You flinched at your own words and looked away with another pout forming on your lips, “Sorry… I didn’t mean to be rude…. But you are severely slacking in getting your cats in order.” You waved your hand out in front of you, motioning to Yaku suddenly doing a roundhouse kick to Lev’s butt, making the bean pole yelp in surprise before whining to his senpai about being rough with him.
The bite in your criticism did sting a little. Kuroo would admit, you packed quite the punch, but he was a big boy and could handle the criticism just fine. “You’re fine.” You stared down at your shoes, genuinely feeling bad about your quick to the trigger judgement. Kuroo noticed this, and smirked as he leaned down to your level, his face only a few inches from the side of yours, making you freeze any movement; You even stopped breathing. Why was he so goddamn close? Didn’t this cat know the meaning of personal space? “Ohoho? If you’re so upset about what you said, why don’t you make it up to me?”
What a ridiculous idea! You snorted and turned your face, meeting his eyes directly, your noses just a hair length away from touching each other, “In your dreams, Cat-Man.” Kuroo was surprised by your abrupt challenging of his own tease, and actually took a step back before standing straight. His eyes squinted as he stared down at you, “What? Why are you looking at me like that?” Your defenses suddenly shot up around you, not liking how his eyes seemed to be analyzing your every movement – every little twitch of your body or the slightest breeze from outside rustling your clothing or hair. His eyes caught it all. You wondered if he could see the rate at which your heart was beating in your throat.
Then a smile slowly formed on his lips – not a smile… a smirk. A knowing, confident smirk pulling his lips, making the corner of his eyes crinkle just the slightest. You licked your bottom lip, either to moisturize or because of something you’d seen in him, you couldn’t tell. But he noticed, his golden eyes having seen your pink muscle gliding across your lips – wondering what you tasted like.
Internally, Kuroo couldn’t stop his heart from beating almost completely out of his chest, his nerves on edge from seeing you so close, from having been to actually get a faint waft of your breath in his own mouth. He cursed himself for getting in your face, and he cursed any genetic disorder he had for having two separate personalities as it seemed he had; One panicking dork and the other a egotistical confident captain… Kuroo worried, wondered, if you’d see the real him.
“What?” You tried again, making Kuroo suddenly inhale before looking away from you completely, a quiet tint of pink taking residence in his cheeks.
He shook his head, “Nothing – nothing… Just…” Another smirk pulled his lips, “Debating.”
You frowned at his short answer, feeling that same irritation your best friend felt with the captain on a daily basis. “Debating, what?” You wanted to know! What was this scheming captain thinking about?
A raised black eyebrow was thrown your way, and you gave him a wary stare, “On two things…” You rolled your wrist, motioning him to get it out already, “I’m trying to decide if I want you as my girlfriend or if I want you as my bully… Very different outcomes but pretty much the same feelings.” He snickered, and your face flushed a violent red at his confession.
“K-Kuroo-san… A.. I-I… Uh…” Your brain short circuited, and Kuroo chuckled quietly, but the blush on his own cheeks didn’t go unnoticed by your eye – he was just as embarrassed as you in this situation. Only, he had been prepared for what he was going to say in the moment – you were taken by complete surprise! “I…. Uh… I would rather be-“
“Hey! Quit chatting, Kuroo. We have work to do and you’re not escaping Dives this time!” Yaku grumbled as he grabbed the front of Kuroo’s jersey and tugged him over to the team, leaving you in an embarrassed state – watching the ever bold sly captain be forced onto the court. Kuroo’s golden eyes didn’t leave yours as he was pulled to his team, only breaking the intense stare down when Yaku sent a karate chop to Kuroo’s side for being preoccupied.
What would your answer be?
I feeeeeel like this quickly got off topic… and I realize I have two different portrayals of Kuroo going on on the blog hehehe… hope you liked it!
So cute!! I think you wrote Yalu just fine! He’s snappy and focused like that so good job!
Can I request Asahi Azumane and Kuroo Tetsurou scenarios (separate) in which they get to know their s/o through the internet chat? After a loooong time they decided to meet and see how their relationship would develop irl. They didn’t send a single pic to each other so this first meeting… Can be interesting. (Bonus: S/o is vv shy and a little bit scared of touch but didn’t told them about it.)
I used Recovery of an MMO Junkie as a huge influence on these. I loved writing them, though! They were super fun!! Enjoy
~Admin Emma
Asahi
Breaking his leg was by far the dumbest thing Asahi had ever done. He would regret getting that damn motorcycle until the day he died, especially where a mild crash with it resulted in him being totally hung up in bed for at least six weeks, possibly more. He spent a solid day and a half after getting out of the hospital pouting. He was bored, damn it, and he could only handle so much of Daichi and Suga’s company before they either had to leave or he was ready to bodily throw them out, broken bones be damned. If Suga made one more Evel Knievel reference, Asahi might have to forget he was a nice person.
After he pouted, he got to work on his homework and his studies. His time in the hospital put him a bit behind schedule, and this way he could get caught up and then some. Maybe even get ahead, or do some extra credit. It really seemed to work out perfectly; he was a slow studier, and his mild attention issues often got the better of him, so it could be a great way to kill a lot of time.
Except that he lasted about four days before his brain felt fried and he just couldn’t take it anymore.
After getting caught up on his reading, watching as many trashy dramas on Netflix that he could handle (it wasn’t many), checking out that anime Suga’s… person kept recommending (he made it to episode three), and killing a few pages in his sketchbook, he hadn’t managed to make time go any faster. He was still hung up in bed. He could get up to go to the bathroom and that was about it. He was ready to climb the walls, or maybe just crawl out of his own skin.
About two weeks into his sentence, Daichi recommended an MMO he’d been playing with his girlfriend. It had really appealing character designs and a high skill floor, so it seemed the perfect solution. He made his character as pretty and bishonen-esque as he could just for shits and giggles… the farthest thing from himself that he could. He named his character Vaughn because he’d watched most of Vision of Escaflowne while he’d waited for the game to install and he was obsessed. He took up the starting quest and started exploring.
Within an hour, he had a chat notification pop up.
Nina: Hi there! Are you trying the Devil Dungeon Event?
Asahi was skeptical at first, because he didn’t see which avatar had pinged him, but then he saw someone doing some sort of pre-animated wave emote. He waved back before responding.
Vaughn: Yeah, I was thinking about it. Still have to grind, though.
Nina: Actually, our tank sort of bailed on us. My group could run you to 20 really fast and then we could do it together.
Asahi was still skeptical–he’d heard about scams like these–but he really did want to try the event, and on his own it would definitely end before he could even attempt it. He figured he’d just bail as soon as they started asking for personal information or money or something.
Needless to say, things went a lot quicker with three higher-level characters helping him out and outfitting him. He was invited into their group chat and he learned they were especially funny, but Nina-san was very nice. She seemed to just keep the group together, seeing as the two DPS players were ridiculous humans. They played and grinded through levels and chatted until Asahi looked up and he’d been playing for eight hours. They’d done the dungeon twice and walked away with several loot boxes he couldn’t wait to open.
Nina: Goodness, I didn’t realize it was so late. Thanks for helping us out, Vaughn-san.
Vaughn: Don’t mention it. It was fun.
Nina: Would you like to game with us again sometime? You’re really good. Is this your first character?
Vaughn: In this game, yeah.
Nina: That’s surprising! But the guild is taking part in a raid tomorrow night after we all get off work and school and stuff. What time’s good for you?
Asahi scowled, though not at Nina. He’d just started to forget that he was literally stuck in bed.
Vaughn: Aahh… I’m sort of free whenever. I can’t get out of bed for another month or so.
Nina: OMG are you sick!?
Vaughn: Broken leg. Crashed my motorcycle.
There was such a long pause–so long, Asahi was afraid Nina had disconnected–but she came back eventually.
Nina: That’s so cool! Well, the motorcycle thing… not the broken leg thing.
Vaughn: I appreciate that.
Nina: Anyway, we’re hoping to get started no later than 7:00 or so, so DM me whenever you log on, kay?
With that, she was gone. Asahi should have been tired, given how late it was, but he was strangely exhilarated. Despite the fact he’d just spoken to her in snippets about the game and they’d each given perfunctory details about their lives, he felt connected to Nina in a way. Maybe it was the barrier of the screen… that he could talk to her. He’d never been able to talk to girls like this in real life.
Assuming Nina is a girl. She could be anyone. She could be Daichi for all you know!
Asahi shook his head to banish his intrusive (if sensible) thoughts. He snapped his laptop closed, not bothering to shut it down. He couldn’t get to sleep–he was too giddy–and he had trouble pinning down why.
Over the course of the next few weeks–between doctor’s’ appointments, PT and slowly-but-surely returning to classes and eventually, practices–he kept logging on every day to play at least a quest or two with his guild, but mostly to talk to Nina. She (and he was convinced she was a she) seemed to like talking to him. Sometimes, after the entire guild logged out and it was late and they didn’t have any more quests to do, they’d just go to a private area and talk about nothing. He learned all about her, and she learned all about him. She was ecstatic when she found out they lived close enough to each other.
After a long time, he finally figured out why it was so hard to say goodnight every night; he was in love. It wasn’t long after he made this realization that Nina and him had… the conversation.
Nina: So, you’ve been logging on a lot less lately. I take it your doctors are letting you back out there?
Vaughn: Yeah, I’m mostly free. Doctor Nishimi isn’t thrilled that I’m back at practice, but I don’t have much of a choice. I’m on scholarship and my leave of absence has already been extended.
Nina: You can’t overdo it! If you hurt yourself even worse, you won’t be able to play at all!
Vaughn: Don’t worry, one of my teammates had a friend with a bad knee back in high school. He’s making sure I take it easy.
Nina: Look, I know we’re both busy and all, but… Vaughn I think I might… could we meet sometime? Soon?
Asahi froze. Hadn’t he wanted this to happen? Wasn’t this end game? Or… well, would it be weird? There was a distinct possibility–the only thing he knew for sure about Nina was her love of this game (and any loot box that guaranteed something extra pink and extra adorable). But that wasn’t it… and he knew it.
He knew that if he met her, she’d have to see him. In all his 188 cm glory, with his fucking man-bun (which he still hadn’t gotten rid of, for some reason) and goatee and too-wide shoulders and his scary face… and she’d reject him. And he didn’t want Nina–his Nina–to reject him. Not when it was so good.
Despite all his fears and trepidations, though, he did want to meet her. He wanted to see Nina for real. And go on a date and buy her coffee and call her by her real name. So he agreed to meet on their next day off.
Which was the next day.
~~~
He was looking for a pink cardigan, which sounded just… too cute. He shouldn’t have been surprised, given Nina’s enthusiasm for all things cute and pink in the game. He swallowed hard, debating if he should get decaf today so as to not act completely spastic when he finally met her. He tugged on his wine-colored sweater, trying to not put too much pressure on his left leg, and waited. He didn’t want to be too overt scanning the crowd, in case Nina was there and thought he was a molester or something. Then he’d go to jail and Nina would think he stood her up, which just… wouldn’t be good.
“Um.. excuse me.”
Your small voice at his elbow nearly made him jump, but it was worth the fright, because you were wearing a pink cardigan. His eyes widened at the bright smile. You were so cute!
“N-nina?”
You grinned even wider, a precious pink blush across the tops of your cheeks; “Actually, my name is ____. You must be Vaughn, then.”
“Asahi,” he corrected. “Azumane Asahi.”
“Well, then, Azumane Asahi, should we get a table? This place has amazing crepes, and their coffee is actually really good given the price.”
He smiled, a bubble of pressure releasing from his chest. He followed you to a shaded table under the kitschy awning, ready to get to know you for real.
Kuroo
Kuroo had a dilemma. A quandary, if you would. A predicament. It was the shittiest predicament ever, and he was pretty sure that if he brought up his predicament to Yaku he’d get his balls ripped off for being “ungrateful” but it really wasn’t that simple. See, his dilemma was just this; he liked two people.
Now, to people who’ve never gone through such a trial, it wouldn’t be so bad. Liking two people and all. And some people could take advantage of the fact, especially given how young he was and how prevalent casual dating was. But people weren’t Kuroo. People weren’t the serial monogamist who looked like some sort of casual-sex God (apparently… Kuroo still found that high school reputation highly unsettling) but was in reality a giant cuddle spoon full of shmoop and love.
The other problem was he didn’t exactly know the other person he knew. He gamed with them from time to time, when he got a free hour or so, but they communicated mostly via Skype’s chat function. He’d never even seen their picture. He didn’t even know their real name. But they were an awesome person–they put up with his sense of humor, they could keep up with him, they didn’t seem to mind listening to him pour his anxieties all over them at 2:30 in the morning when school was hard and grad school applications were piling up and what the fuck even is a statement of purpose? And they just… listened. And it felt so nice to just be heard.
And then… well, and then there was you. He didn’t have quite as intimate of a relationship with you as he did with his online friend, but he still liked you. You and him had similar classes, similar taste in music and movies, even similar senses of humor. There were times when he’d tell his online friend a joke only for you to nearly parrot it at him the very next time you saw each other. Most of all, though, you were sweet and caring and beautiful… and for that matter real. Like, he knew you were real. And that was the problem.
His online friend had never seen him, so they got to know him separately of his reputation and his appearance. He could really be himself, whereas sometimes with others–even you–he always felt like he was putting up a front. It wasn’t any fault of yours, it was just an old habit that was hard to break. It was hard showing everything to someone and having them reject it… he knew from experience.
He didn’t know what to do about any of this, but he knew that if it was keeping him up at night he should probably solve it soon. The problem was that there were three people he typically went to when it came to this sort of thing, except Bokuto was at this hyper-intense training camp with the rest of the National team hopefuls, Kenma was caught between research for his undergrad thesis and applications to grad school, and, well… the other person was Nao-chan…
He huffed under his breath, opening his laptop and tapping it impatiently to get it to load faster. He pulled up Skype; Nao-chan’s icon had the little yellow bubble next to their name that showed they were away. Kuroo decided to message them anyway and hope they’d get back to him when they got back.
Kuro-kun: I have a conundrum. Can you talk?
Kuroo smirked at his own name. It was his handle in the game he played with Nao-chan. It wasn’t exactly creative, but too much of his mental energy went to school and maintaining his volleyball scholarship to come up with fancy names for his MMO characters. He went to get his bag to maybe work on some studies, thinking that Nao-chan probably wouldn’t be at their computer for a long time.
Instead, the little indicator lit up with a new message.
Nao-chan: Sure thing, Kuro-kun. The doctor is in. Tell me about your mother.
Kuroo laughed; Nao-chan could always get him to laugh. They were a lot like you that way.
Kuro-kun: Very funny, Doctor. It’s stupid, but… well, it’s kind of serious.
Nao-chan: Are you dying?
Kuro-kun: Not any more than most people. No, it’s more of a moral quandary.
Nao-chan: Oya oya? Now this I have to hear.
Kuro-kun: I know it’s weird hearing this from me, but could you be serious for a second?
Nao-chan: Sorry, sorry. Bad habit. Seriously, Kuro-kun, you know you can tell me anything. Talk to me ❤
The little heart emoji made this so much harder, but he didn’t want to tell Nao-chan that.
Kuro-kun: See, it’s like this. There’s this girl in like… half my classes. And she’s smart and pretty and she’s really nice. She likes the same music and books and stuff as me, and we have a lot in common and she likes my friends…
Nao-chan: She sounds perfect
Kuro-kun: That’s sort of the problem. I mean, it would be easy to just… pretend that she was the only one. But the problem is I like someone else.
Nao-chan: More than her?
Kuro-kun: Not more or less… just different. See, I can be honest with this person. I’ve told them things I don’t tell anyone. I’ve let them see a side of me I don’t let anyone else see. But I’ve never even seen their face. Maybe if I knew what they looked like… if we talked face to face, it would be easier. Then this other person would be confirmed real and… I sound like a raving lunatic, don’t I?
Nao-chan: Kuro-kun…
Kuro-kun: It’s you, Nao-chan. I like you. I like you a lot. I don’t.. I don’t want this to end. I want to get to know you better and see you and… all that other gross coupley stuff that couples do. Like get coffee and talk about our day without euphemisms. I want to see your smile and hear your laugh and I want to talk to a person when I talk instead of just typing it out. I totally understand if you’re not comfortable. Those are just my feelings.
There was a long pause. A heartbreakingly long pause. Nao-chan went horrifically silent. It was long enough that Kuroo sat and questioned every decision in his life that had lead this moment. He paced around his apartment twice, fed his cat, got a snack, boiled water for tea, and had a very minor panic attack in the time it took for them to respond.
Their response wasn’t something he could have ever anticipated.
Nao-chan: Do you have your webcam set up? If so, don’t respond. Just… start a video call with me.
Kuroo didn’t question it. He immediately hit the little video button, not caring that his laptop was probably in a place where he looked like shit on camera, and his apartment was a mess, and he was pretty sure he was wearing Bokuto’s Spyair sweatshirt, which sent so many wrong messages…
Then, his screen filled with a face. Your face. Your… your perfect, beautiful smiling face. You looked just as surprised as he was, but that gorgeous look of shock and awe was something he wanted to see over and over and over again.
“Hey there, Kuro-kun,” you said, somehow sounding so much better now that he knew who you were. “Nice name, by the way. Did you spend a whole ten seconds thinking about it?”
He couldn’t even defend himself from your teasing. He was too busy trying to not embarrass himself by breaking down into the most ridiculous tears any grown ass man had ever produced. He didn’t have to choose… he could have it all.
When did he get so lucky?
Absolutely amazing!!!! First, I LOVE, like really, really love MMO Junkie so you hooked me there right away (that and your writing is kick ass). Two, both of these are so perfect and made me smile so big! I love these dorks and can totally picture them doing all of this.
Also it’s so fun for college AU scenes of the third years.
So good Emma!
Naughty List Vol. 2
Sorry this is late, but I really really wanted to make sure this was good for you guys!! For those of you who haven’t read it, you can find last year’s (2016) Naughty List here.
NOTE: All scenes here are 100% consensual and follow the BDSM core rules of Safe, Sane and Consensual
Yamamoto
He cried behind his gag as the vibrator inside him surged to life once more. He’d lost count of the number of times you’d brought him over the edge like this. He struggled, but he cuffs holding his arms behind his back in a difficult, challenging pose held firm. He thrust ineffectually, nothing working, finding no escape from the pleasure that bordered on pain.
Your safe word, he thought to himself. Remember your safe word. Part of him wanted to use it so badly. His prostate felt engorged and hyper-sensitive, but the ring at the base of his cock stopped him from coming properly. He could feel the line of drool creeping towards the edge of his chin… he’d never felt so humiliated.
God, he wanted more.
“Checking in,” you said, a coy edge to your voice that told him you knew exactly how he was feeling. “You alright, Tora? Do you want me to stop?”
He shook his head emphatically, refusing to give in. If he kept going, his reward would be so sweet, and he loved that look in your eye.
“Good boy,” you cooed, running your hand along his mohawk. “That’s what I like to hear.”
You nudged the vibrator to its highest setting, and Yamamoto screamed.
Kawanishi
He was always so gentle with you… especially after that first time. You finally really understood what he meant when he told you he was big. Sometimes, with careful prep you could take him, but more often than not, you had to find some other way to make each other feel good. You didn’t mind. Taichi was a master with his tongue, and he loved to be buried between your thighs.
“Sit on my face,” he murmured, tugging at your hips until you straddled his head. His nose brushed at your opening, while his tongue worked your clit like no tomorrow.
It was good… almost too good. You braced yourself with a hand against his hip as you stared down his absolutely massive cock. You wrapped your hand around the base, shivering when your fingers didn’t even come close to touching. He groaned against you, sucking with gusto when your tongue lapped gently at his slit.
Sex may have been difficult for the both of you, but it was by no means impossible, and you would make Taichi feel good if it was the last thing you ever did.
Sakusa
He liked to watch.
He liked to watch you ride your toy while you held eye contact with him. He liked to listen to you whimper and whine while you chased your orgasm, knowing he would stop you before he let you have it. He prefered looking at your beautiful body rather than touching it, and he loved that you understood and respected that. He loved you. He loved you more than anything.
He must have gotten distracted, because you suddenly cried out, a precursor to when you’d passed the point of no return. You lost eye contact as your eyes slipped into the back of your head. Your hips thrust uselessly against air as you rode your high on the toy he’d bought especially for this purpose. Outwardly, he was unaffected, but inside a fire of passion burned as bright as the sun. He smirked a bit behind his hand, knowing there was no way you would see it.
“____,” he purred. “Did I say stop?”
You were in for a long night.
Futakuchi
The train was so crowded there was barely room to stand, but somehow, Futakuchi managed to not get caught. He never got caught. His big hands found your waist, drawing you back against him. You weakly swatted at him, but he chuckled in your ear, and his breath on your skin made you weak. You could feel the hard line of his erection through your leggings.
“You feel what you do to me?” His whisper was accompanied by an inappropriate (but not unwelcome) lick to the shell of your ear.
“Kenji,” you whispered. “Enough!”
“Oh come on, baby girl,” he said, pulling your hair over your shoulder and nosing at the soft spot behind your ear… your weakness. He sucked a dark mark into your neck, letting you feel his teeth. “Would you stop me if I ripped your panties down right now? Started fucking you here, in front of all these businessmen and students? Letting everyone know you’re mine?”
You gasped, leaning into his touch. His fingers snuck under the hem of your sweatshirt (his sweatshirt, really, but semantics) and teased at your bare skin; “Of course I would!”
He laughed darkly in your ear again, giving your ponytail a little tug; “Liar.”
Bokuto
“Babe, please,” Bokuto begged. He couldn’t handle your teasing anymore. “Babe… it’s too… it’s too much!”
You laughed, low and dark, as you pressed a soft kiss to the head of his cock. You hadn’t done more than tease him with feather light touches, kitten licks, gentle (almost chaste) kisses, and nudges with your nose. Every touch sent electricity down his spine. He trembled violently when you pressed your tongue to the fat vein underneath and licked all the way from the root to the tip.
“So big,” you groaned, pressing your thumb into his slit. “I love your big hard cock, Kou.”
You looked so delectably filthy like that, your tongue lolling out with his cock in your face. He couldn’t even make words happen, he was so miserably turned on. You grabbed him at the base, seeming to take mercy on him, as you finally–finally–closed your mouth over his head. He almost sobbed in pleasure as you took him to the root torturously slowly. He felt your throat constrict around the head as you swallowed him down and he nearly sobbed with pleasure.
You were going to take your time… and it was going to kill him.
Noya
He loved the little bustier you donned, just for him. He loved the little bows, the lace, the ribbon… he loved it all. You looked so sexy… so special. Like a present. He wanted to repay you for his present.
He dragged your thighs over his shoulders, burying his face in your cunt again. You were breathing hard, and your skin was slick with sweat… you were at your limit, but he wanted to keep going. He wanted to be buried in your perfect pussy for hours, sucking your clit until it was an angry red and throbbing with hypersensitivity. He didn’t want to stop. Even with your fingers fisted in his hair to the point of pain, he couldn’t stop. He couldn’t get enough of those sounds of yours, the taste of you, and best of all, the gush of fluid as you came on his tongue again.
Alisa
You loved Alisa’s breathy little moans as you worked between her legs. She was so wet your touch was near frictionless, and your hands fisted in her soft (so soft) hair drew her neck into the most beautiful arch. Milk-pale skin covered in bite marks and long, soft blonde lashes brushing against her high cheeks… she looked like a work of art. Like she belonged in some fancy European museum, not spread out on your bed, moaning and bucking into your touch. You were in awe of her… in awe of how beautiful she was…
As if sensing your thoughts, she reached up, brushing her long fingers against the swell of your breast, before she gave your own hair a little tug. You scowled at her cat-like, shit-eating, too-innocent grin, and just like that you were out of your own head. It didn’t take much effort to get her beautiful legs over your shoulders and your face buried in her gorgeous cunt.
Tanaka
The music pounded so loudly, he could practically feel it thudding in his chest, but not even the ringing in his ears could distract him from your beautiful body undulating to the beat. He wanted so badly–too badly, really–to get out of this chair and just take you for himself. But the second you threw one of your legs over his lap, he knew it was over. He wouldn’t move… he wouldn’t do a thing… not unless you told him to.
“Am I allowed to touch?” he asked, his voice thick with arousal. You giggled at him, punctuating your nod with a roll of your hips. Fuck, you were so perfect, and the way you ground your white-hot core against him made him curse the barriers of fabric between the two of you. He grasped your hips, feeling you move, and he buried his face into your breasts. He licked and sucked and moaned as dark marks formed and your composure slipped with your growing arousal.
With a practiced twist of his wrist, your bra fell to the floor, revealing your perfect tits to him. The sound you made when he sucked a nipple between his teeth, giving it a slightly too-rough pull, he knew the wait… the dance… it would all be worth it.
Suga
There were nights when Suga drove you wild, tied you to the bed and used all manner of toys and vibrators on you until you were screaming his name. But that night… something was different. He was softer. Vulnerable.
“I just need you,” he said softly, nibbling on your earlobe as he parted your thighs gently. His fingers trembled against your skin. “I need you tonight… just like this.”
His beautiful hands brushed upwards, teasing at your entrance. He shuddered when he felt the wetness gathered there, and his eyes were so dark from seeing you like this… He grinned that beautiful grin of his–a strange combination of mischief and beauty–before he bent to kiss you. You wrapped your legs around his hips, and it was clear the heat of your body made him weak. He slid into you with an easy roll of his hips, and it was clear by the way he held his shoulders and the trembling in his limbs, he was on the edge.
“God,” he whispered, pressing his forehead against yours. “You feel so good. ____ you’re so good. I…I won’t last.”
You smiled at him to show it was ok–he could make it up to you later.
Kuroo
Kuroo moaned when you sank your hand into his hair. You always loved how soft it was, and even more than that, you loved the sounds he made when you tugged on it. His back was a mess of scratch marks, and his whole body was bathed in sweat. You grinned as you moved the lube between your fingers to warm it, enjoying the foreign weight of the strap on at your hips. Kuroo had done such a good job of preparing himself, to the point he could fit a full four fingers inside himself without resistance.
“I’m not going to go easy on you, Tetsu,” you purred, spreading his cheeks wide, smearing the lube over his rim. “Hope you like getting fucked.”
With a smooth roll of your hips, you hilted Kuroo with the dildo. You grinned even wider as you listened to him keen and cry, trying to adjust around the silicone length inside of him. He was either going to regret sharing this fantasy with you, or he was going to love every minute. Either way, you planned on fucking him until he couldn’t even see straight.
Ukai
He wasn’t lazy in bed. Quite the opposite, he always did his part.
He just liked watching you bounce on his cock. He loved thrusting up into you while a rough thumb pressed against your clit. He liked watching your thighs shake around his hips as you struggled to keep your rhythm with your imminent orgasm. He groaned, pitching his hips up, when he felt you clench around him. His free hand grabbed your breast roughly, rolling your nipple between his fingers. He growled–actually growled, like a wild animal–at the high whine in the back of your throat.
“Are you going to come for me?” He bounced you harder, laser-focused on your jiggling breasts. When you nodded, he took your chin between his fingers, drawing you close. “Say it, baby girl.”
“I’m coming, Keishin,” you whimpered. “I’m coming.”
“Who makes you come?”
“You,” you groaned. “Only you. Please.”
He grinned, savage and shark-like; “Go ahead and come for me. Fall apart on my cock.”
Tsukki
He was trembling.
He could feel himself shake, straining almost unconsciously at his wrists bound in his lap. You’d chosen not to tie his arms behind his back… it was a sign of your trust. In return, he’d given you his trust. He squirmed, desperately trying to ascertain your location from… something. Instinct or intuition or the feel of your breath on his skin, but all he could see was the inside of the blindfold. All he could hear was the soft, mellow beat of the instrumental music in his noise-cancelling headphones. The only sounds he could make were muffled gurgling behind the gag.
He felt your hand on his back and he jumped, not expecting how electric your touch felt after the total darkness of his predicament. Your hand rubbed soothing circles between your shoulder blades–soothing and sweet–and he leaned into the touch. He trusted you… he was comforted by your skin on his. You would never hurt him. He relaxed into you, giving into your whims. He could feel you suck a dark, almost painful, mark into his neck. He groaned so loud, even the gag couldn’t muffle it.
When he felt your slicked fingers circling his hole, he knew you would make him scream before the night was out.
Daichi
There was family just down the hall, and from his experience as a teenager, the walls of his childhood home were very thin. He didn’t care. He’d wanted you since he’d seen you in his t-shirt that morning. He was so patient, and he waited all day, but he couldn’t wait for you to excuse yourself from the conversation with his family and get all the way back home before he could have you.
“Be quiet, princess,” Daichi growled, pressing you against the wall. He pried your lips apart, sticking his rough, thick fingers into your mouth. You sucked eagerly, pushing your hips against his. The steadily-growing line of his cock pressed insistently against the plush of your ass, and you could feel yourself grow wetter at the mere thought. “We wouldn’t want them to hear you, hm?”
You moaned around his fingers, slurping at them greedily. You wished he was in front of you so you could see the lust burning in his eyes, or at least sink your hands into that soft hair of his. As it was, all you could do was palm at your own breast, trying to entice him to go faster. He chuckled into your hair, his deep voice like a purr.
“So eager,” he said, but he unzipped his fly either way. “I hope you’re ready for me.”
Terushima
He’d goaded you and baited you and been a brat all night. He wouldn’t stop laughing, he wouldn’t submit, and he refused to behave. Now, he was paying the price. You didn’t tie him up–you didn’t need to. You had him shaking with so much pleasure, he was pinned in place with mere will. You pounded the vibrator into him brutally, pumping him with your other hand. His face stung from where you’d slapped him over and over until he’d finally given in, and he knew his ass was practically glowing from your earlier brutality. For the first time ever since you’d started these games, his safe word came to mind.
“Does it feel good, Yuuji?” you asked, giving your wrist a particularly brutal twist. The bent end of the vibrator bumped against his prostate, causing him to whine and pant like a bitch in heat.
“So good,” he moaned quickly and breathlessly. “So good… so good… gonna…”
“Come for me, Yuuji,” you whispered in his ear. Your breath against his hyper-sensitive, sweat bathed skin busted open the dam and he came in hot, wet spurts over your hands.His whole body trembled, and he wasn’t sure if his sobs were pleasure or pain. You only gave him a brief break before you started again. “We aren’t done here, Yuuji. You’ll come at least twice more tonight, whether you like it or not.”
He wished he didn’t like it as much as he did.
Yamaguchi
“Pretty,” Yamaguchi cooed, running his hands along your hips. He squeezed your thighs for extra emphasis. “So pretty.”
“Tadashi,” you gasped. “Tadashi… please!”
“Gorgeous,” he whispered against the skin of your inner thigh. “I love these legs… I love them.”
You arched your back, whimpering when you felt his rough fingertips spread you gently; “Tadashi, don’t tease!”
“Hmm,” Yamaguchi hummed, curling his tongue against your hood teasingly. “So wet. So sweet. How about I put these lovely legs over my shoulders, hm?”
Whoot whoot these were HOT!!!
MAFIAYAZUKI AU SENARIOPLSPLSPLS WITH KYOUTANI (if you do Him), kurooand iwai WHERE THEIR CIVILLIAN GF HAS JUST BEEN CAPTURED BY TEIR RIVALS AND ONCE THey FIND THEM THEY ARE LIKE TREATING THEIR WOUNDSBRUISES ETC AND JUST BEING REALLY PROTECTIVE OVER THEM IN GENERAL AND THEY NOTICE HOW THE GIRL IS LIKE REALLY QUIET AND FLINCHES EVERY NOW AND THeN JUST PURE ANGSTFLUFF
Oh boy oh boy! Guns and blood? Yessssssss Yakuza is my SHIT! Well…. Anything with guns or general badass-ery is my SHIT! For this request… I felt like it would be REALLY long if I did both the action of them getting you back AND the aftercare… So for now… please accept just them getting you back…. Once I open the ask box, please feel free to spike in the second part of this request (the aftercare) and I’ll get my ass in gear and write it! Thanks for requesting, sweetie! – Admin Satori ❤
Kyoutani Kentarou:
*Don’t hate me Mad-dog! I’ve never written for you either T~T*Rage was bubbling all across his body, making his chest feel too tight, feeling like if he inhaled just the slightest he’d explode with fury. Why hadn’t he been there? How the hell had you escaped his line of sight? Kyoutani felt a mixture of shame, guilt, and unrelenting, hell raising rage as he burst through the doors of his family’s rival – mowing them down easily with his assault rifle. They’d been caught by surprised – they’d only just stolen you that afternoon! And yet here Kyoutani was to get you back! They’d been expecting negotiations, not a goddamn bloody raid!
Blood splattered all over the rivaling family’s furniture, some even back splattering on his clothes and face – but he couldn’t give a damn. You’d been taken from him. Right in front of his goddamn face. He tossed aside the rifle once it clicked empty, reaching into the back of his waistband and pulling out a pistol, popping off a shot at his hip as a rival goon rushed him. During battles, during fights, during brawls like this – war like this – Kyoutani was laser focused on what was needed from him. He had a tendency to tune everything out and do as directed.
Only no one was directing him now.
The Mad Dog’s muzzle had been torn loose.
“Stop! Or I’ll shoot her.” Came a faux confident voice from the top of the manor’s stairs, causing Kyoutani’s eyes to flash up at the speaker. It was the youngest son of the rival family. Kyoutani couldn’t be bothered to remember the punks name, but he knew he was a little bastard who always tried to pull shit like this with the other families. The drama queen – the overlooked child. Said child gulped at Kyoutani’s piercing gaze, pressing the barrel of the gun against your temple as a show he was ‘serious’. “I’ll do it!” He yelled, hating that his voice broke.
Kyoutani glared at the boy, not giving you a spare glance. He knew you were hurt, beaten, bloody and crying… He knew if he so much as looked at you…. He’d lose his mind. He’d lose whatever little control he had over the situation. And while this boy didn’t understand the first thing about bluffing and threats…. Kyoutani couldn’t afford to mess up now… Not with your life on the line – not with a gun to your head.
“N-now… You’re going to turn around and walk right out of here… She’s mine, now, got it?” The boy nodded his head towards the front door that Kyoutani had bursted through not moments before. “You can just tuck your tail between your legs and go fuc-“
Pop.
You screamed and ducked away from the noise, closing your eyes tightly. There was a heavy thud as the boys body fell back onto the hardwood of the floor, and a few seconds later you could feel blood seeping into your shoes and socks as it puddled around the two of you. You sobbed and reached up, covering your face, trying not to think about what had just happened – all because you’d strayed just a little too far from your boyfriend. If you’d stayed by his side…. You wouldn’t be sitting in a growing puddle of mixed blood.
“Are you okay?” A rough voice pierced your thoughts and made you jump in surprise, in fear, away from the owner of it.
You braced yourself and held up your arms in an X formation, a form of defense, “NO!” You cried out. You peeked open an eye to see it was Kyoutani, your boyfriend, the love of your life staring at you with warm golden eyes – he’d started to reach out to you, but had flinched back at your defensive maneuver.
“Shh…. It’s okay… I’m not going to hurt you… I promise…” He whispered, and the tender tone of his voice made you reach out and wrap your arms around his neck, burying your face in his shoulder and sobbing your heart out to him. Kyoutani felt his heart breaking in his chest, and he pushed away the remaining rage; You needed him right now. You needed him…. He’d just have to take care of the rest of the family once he was sure you were safe and taken care of. “Come on, _____…. Let’s go home…” He murmurs quietly, slowly wrapping his arms around you, one arm under your bottom to support your weight while his other rested on the side of your face. You realized he was shielding you from the heinous scene of death he’d caused. The destruction he’d singlehandedly brought to the rival’s outpost.
Kuroo Tetsurou:
Kuroo ducked behind a pillar as a barrage of bullets rained down on him, and he closed his eyes tightly, feeling the few cuts of close calls still burning with pain. “Fucking bastards….” He growled lowly before doing quick pop shots of the rival’s goons, taking one out with a headshot before ducking back behind his cover, and doing the same trick until the 5 of them were dead. Inhaling sharply, he rushed from the pillar to just behind an overturned table, rummaging around the dead goon’s bodies for anything of use – bullets, knives, information, anything. “They should fucking know better…. Off limits means off fucking limits.” He hissed.
“Do you really think I give a damn, Tetsu?”
“Fuck you!” Kuroo yelled, popping his head up from behind his cover before ducking again as more bullets were shot at him, “Why don’t you get rid of your little army and we can talk like real men!” He called to the second son of his family’s rival gang – Hisao.
The young man laughed, “I’m not a fucking idiot, Tetsu. You gotta show a little effort if I’m going to put out.” Kuroo was about to pull out one of his favorites, a flash bang, when Hisao tutted, “Ah, ah, ah – Old Tetsu isn’t going to be using the flashy grenade now is he? I don’t think little girlie here would much appreciate that. Such pretty eyes~! Would be a shame if she suddenly went blind… Or worse.” He mused happily, and immediately Kuroo was pulling his hand back from the grenade.
“Get her out of here, Hisao, and I promise your death will be quick.” Kuroo scooted to the edge of the table, glancing around the edge to see three more of the family goons were aiming their rifles at where he’d popped his head up just a few seconds ago.
“Oh? Is that so?” The young man smiled warmly, “Ah, I think I’ll be fine…. You old men are too slo-“
Pop. Pop. Pop.
Kuroo stood from his hiding place, smirking at the younger man, “What was that you were going to say, you little shit?” He asked smugly, walking closer to where Hisao stood with you on your knees in front of him.
Hisao held up his own gun right at Kuroo’s head, raising an eyebrow, “Drop it…. And I’ll think about letting her look away when I blow your head off your shoulders.” He shrugged, impishly, not really caring either way – but knowing he’d be held to the highest regard if he took out the only son of his family’s rival. No longer would he be frowned upon. He’d be calling the shots. “What a good kitty.” He hummed happily when Kuroo did as he was told, sliding his pistol over to where he stood, “Now…. Get on one knee…. And pledge to me your allegiance, like a good peasant.”
Kneeling on one knee, Kuroo was only a few yards from you, his golden eyes met your confused eyes – how could he give up his weapon so easily? You felt tears well up and spill down your cheeks as you stared at him, begging him to do something, to fight back. A ghost of a smirk curled the corners of his lips, and he sent a quick wink your way. “Well? What? Old bastard didn’t hear me?” Hisao was so sure of his victory, he’d neglected to watch Kuroo carefully, neglected to see the sly cat’s hands.
“Ah… Of course… Hisao…. There’s no satisfaction in hell.” Kuroo hissed around his smirk as he tossed out his arm, three small daggers escaping his fingers and embedding themselves in Hisao’s neck. The young man stumbled backwards, shock in his eyes before his hands numbly reached up, pulling out one of the daggers from his neck. “Wounds 101, Hisao…. Never pull it out.” Kuroo tutted as he made his way to where you were on your knees, your back to Hisao.
The young man choked out an unintelligible reply, his action of pulling out the dagger causing his blood to flow freely from his severed artery. He bled out within minutes and his body’s heavy thud made you flinch and close your eyes tightly. Kuroo reached forward and pulled you against his chest, his right hand covering the side of your face, “Don’t look…” He whispered, his voice softer than before, gentle, knowing you’d seen too much today – you’d been too close to the fire that consumed his everyday life. And while he was too selfish to give you up… He didn’t want you having the image of a dead man in your mind forever.
Iwaizumi Hajime:
“This is some straight up bullshit.” Iwaizumi growled, feeling like his head was going to explode with the rush of adrenaline pumping through his system. He felt stronger than ever. Whether that was because your life was at stake or because he’d been given permission to kill your kidnappers was still undecided. Holding his pistol in one hand, he used his other to pull the belt off the dead man he was crouched next to – needing it as a tourniquet to slow the blood loss from the bullet holes in his arm and shoulder.
“Come now, Hajime! I’m only returning the favor for what your family did to my cousins a few weeks ago.” The voice of the first son of Iwaizumi’s family rival, Kin, only fueled his rage, it hadn’t even been Iwaizumi’s decision that time! That’d been his uncle’s choice to take out that outpost. And while his uncle was a badass of a Iwaizumi family member, he didn’t speak for every member of their family!
Iwaizumi closed his eyes tightly, taking a deep breath before he popped out from his hiding space, taking out two of the guards before he was shot in his other shoulder. He crouched down again, his free hand going to press against his wound, feeling like his body was on fire from the pain. “Fuck….” He hissed before checking his clip. Only 4 bullets left. “Fuck.” He looked up at the ceiling, praying for his aim to be on point; Your life depended on his aim. “Piece of shit!” Iwaizumi yelled as he popped back up, shooting the remaining guards before approaching Kin, using the gun as a bluff to get as close as possible.
“Ah, ah, ah…. Not another step.” Kin smiled, having his gun pointed at your head. You stared up at Iwaizumi, tears in your eyes – you’d been through so much pain. So much of your body was hurting. One of your eyes had swelled shut after you’d taken a beating from the goons, your bottom lip was split, and you were sure you had a minor concussion.
“H-Hajime…” You whimpered, your tears spilling over now, “I-it hurts…”
Your boyfriends dark green eyes flashed to Kin, and for a split second, Kin realized this was a mistake. Messing with the Iwaizumi family only meant destruction of his own. But there was no backing down now. Go big or die trying. “Let her go….” Iwaizumi’s voice was low, almost quiet, but the strain of it didn’t go unnoticed by Kin.
Kin raised an eyebrow, “Why would I do that? She’s my new bride….” He smirked, glancing down at you before pressing the barrel of the gun to your temple, “Although… She’s very prudish… I’ll just have to make her into one of my whores after I’ve gotten rid of y- HEY!” Before Kin could realize what had happened, Iwaizumi had taken the opportunity of his eyes on you to chuck his emptied gun at Kin’s head before lunging at him. The two of them landed on the floor, Kin’s gun going off once, the bullet burying in one of the wooden pillars of the house, before the force of the fall caused Kin to let go – the metal of the gun scraping against the marble floor sealed Kin’s fate. Iwaizumi sat on top of his rival easily, bringing down his fists against the young man’s face – doing to him what had been done to you.
“H-Hajime! Stop! Please!” Your voice sounded distant to him, as if you were yelling down a long tunnel. He paid it no mind and continued to beat down on Kin, not even realizing that the young man had long since stopped fighting back. “Hajime!” A force against Iwaizumi’s back made him lean forward in surprise, and he quickly grabbed the arm that was around his neck before turning and raising a fist at whoever had attacked him now. You pulled your other arm above your head, cowering away from your boyfriend with eyes shut tight, your other arm still held hostage in his tight hold.
“____….” His voice was hoarse, but once he’d realized what it was he was doing, he immediately let go of your arm. You fell backwards onto your bottom, bringing your knees up to your chest and hiding your face in them – you’d been fine through the beating done by the goons… But just the mere thought of the love of your life hitting you terrified you. “_____.. I-I…. I’m so sorry…” Iwaizumi whispered, reaching towards you and flinching back when you leaned away. He looked down at his hands and realized they were stained with blood. His entire arm was covered in his own, and if he slowed down now… He was sure he’d start to feel dizzy from blood loss.
You noticed this. You saw his blood slowly pooling on the floor underneath him. He was in no condition to keep going. Steeling your nerves, you got to your feet, grabbing his unsure hand and pulling him behind you towards the entrance of the building. You weren’t doing too good either, your black eye gave you the worst depth perception, and every step you took felt like you were stepping on hot coals. White hot coals. But you’d walk through hell to make sure Iwaizumi was okay.
Whoot whoot! These were great! I loved the variety of how they dealt the death blows! Very much looking forward to the continuation of this one!
Can I request a part two for the scenerio about the boys against their sisters dating?
I AM SO SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO ANSWER THIS. And I’m also going to apologize because I can’t find the original post for the life of me and I don’t even know why. I’ve scoured my archives like crazy and am about ready to pull my hair out!
Anyway, I DO remember how everything played out, so I’ll write the sequel and immediately link the OP as soon as I find it. To clarify, It was three parts – the first being Oikawa dating Iwaizumi’s sister, the second Ushijima dating Oikawa’s, and the third Kuroo dating Akaashi’s – that didn’t exactly have a happy ending, but more one of the prospect of the brother’s trying to be okay with the dating situations. And I’ll be jumping in from there!
I hope you enjoy, Anon!
Iwaizumi stared at the couple from across the courtyard, his sister leaving no space between herself and Oikawa as the boy leaned to whisper something that brought a bright smile to her face. Iwaizumi felt his brows furrow as he stared harder, attempting to read the words coming from his friend’s lips despite not being able to hear them.
It had been nearly two months since he had discovered the relationship status of his younger sister and his best friend. And while it was undoubtably hard to adjust to the knowledge, he felt as though he was handling everything relatively well. His temper was something he constantly felt as though he were keeping in check, but it was all for her sake. He could care less what Oikawa thought.
“If you glare long enough Oikawa might drop dead,” Hanamaki voice broke through Iwaizumi’s thoughts, bringing the very glare upon himself. But the boy grinned back, elbow nudging into Matsukawa’s side. “He’s on a killer rampage!”
“Shut up,” Iwaizumi growled, gaze dropping to his bento but not finding anything appetizing to eat there.
“Hey,” it was Matsukawa this time, bringing Iwaizmi’s eyes back up, “try not being so mad all the time. She’s happy, he’s happy. You’re anger about it is throwing off the team. Maybe try actually being a supportive friend and brother instead of pretending to me.”
“Or continue trying to kill Oikawa with your gaze. I think you almost had his this time.”
Oikawa gave a small groan, his gaze shifting back to his sister with the brut that was Ushijima. The emotions that usually surfaced when he saw the Shiratorizawa captain were only amplified when he saw him with his sister, but he had practiced the art of holding his tongue for her sake. Only for her sake, never for his,
“Fine,” he uttered to Iwaizumi, “I’ll try being ‘friendly’”
Standing to his feet, Oikawa plastered a smile to his features before walking the short distance that resided between him and them. Giving them a bright greeting, he moved to press himself directly in-between the couple. Ignoring the annoyed gaze that his sister immediately placed upon him, his gaze shot over to Ushijima, the large man now with his hands folded in his lap instead of intertwined with his sisters.
“Perhaps we should do something?” Oikawa offered, making himself more comfortable in the tight space between them, attempting to create more space. “There’s that new space odyssey movie that’s come out. What do you say, Ushiwaka?”
“I–” Ushijima paused for a moment, his gaze shifting to her across from him and Oikawa could see her shaking her head from the corner of his eyes, “–it’s [First Name]’s decision.”
“Tooru–” when his gaze shifted over to his sister, he hoped that he looked sincere, because he wanted to be. If this was the man that she was choosing, than he wanted to be supportive of her, even if it wasn’t a decision he would have trouble accepting “–how about ice cream?”
Kuroo had offered to pay for the treats, something him and Akaashi bickered about for perhaps too long before she had stepped in. The moments between were quiet as they found a small round table to rest at and Akaashi immediately realized the full impact of his initial outburst over this situation. He watched the conscious distance placed between them and how they shared small glances before staring down at the table before them.
He had made them feel as though everything that they were doing was bad – taboo even – he had created an awkward wedge within their relationship and if they failed, he know it would have been because of him at this rate. That was the last thing he wanted, even if he didn’t one hundred percent support this, he couldn’t live with the knowledge that they would each blame them for the end of something that could’ve been beautiful.
Clearing his throat, Akaashi met with each of their gazes before speaking. “I’m sorry for my behavior,” he heard the way his voice wobbled slightly and he tried to correct it, but he wasn’t sure how. He wasn’t sure how this apology was supposed to even go. “I shouldn’t have reacted to terribly nor continued to hold a grudge.”
“Keiji…”
“I don’t want you to feel as though you should pretend to be something you’re not because of me,” he gave a kind smile to his sister, “I want you to be happy.”
Kuroo smiled in return when Akaashi’s gaze met with his. Hand reaching for hers, he leaned to press a kiss to her cheek and Akaashi was only slightly surprised by his lack of tension in his shoulders at the action. “Thanks, Akaashi,” Kuroo spoke then, “and would it be a bad time to tell you we’re having a shotgun wedding?”
Akaashi’s smile dropped. “Excuse you?”
“I’m kidding!”
Kuroo!! Smart ass just has to ruin it doesn’t he 😂. Great job as always!!
Would you write a scenario where Kuroo chats with his crush on the train all the time but it so happened that once mid-talk she passed out. I wondered what would he react like and think? I had an episode few days ago and freaked out but apparently my anemia is really bad :(
😦 that’s horrible, babe. Please let me know how have you been feeling since you sent this, like, months ago… I hope everything is good with you. And I hope you like this !
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Kuro walked with a small smile on his face. It had been a couple of months since his mornings had turned into a joyful ride.
Mornings would usually be the worst, but that had changed. As he finally
reached the train station, he passed in front of the big windows. Inevitably he
stopped to check himself. He passed a hand over his hair gaining nothing but to
mess it up even a little more, if that was possible. He had terrible hair, he
was more than aware of that. His tie was in place, and it seemed there was not a
spot on his white school shirt. It was all in place.He entered the station, and quickened his pace. He
looked at the hour on his phone and felt victorious. He was still on time for
his favorite train. It always carried this young lady, around his age, that welcomed him with smiling eyes.One of his feet tapped the floor destroying the casual
façade he portrayed. He had known her for months now, but the anticipation of
seeing her still made him nervous.In the blink of an eye an echoing sound came from the
tunnel, and in another blink, the train was just in front of him stopping with
the shrieking of the brakes.As soon as he stepped into the wagon, his eyes
searched for her. He grabbed one of the metal railings barely avoiding falling
due to the train charging again. He excused himself to the woman with who he had almost crashed against. She only gave him an annoyed gaze as an answer. Kuro
moved to the back of the wagon still hoping he didn’t get into the wrong one.
But as he reached the end, sitting against the back wall in a corner there she
was. The wagon wasn’t packed that early in the morning, and for his luck there
was an empty spot right beside her. As he approached her, she lifted her head
immediately smiling at him“Good morning, _______,” Kuro said to her as he sat at
her side.“Good morning, Kuro,” she answered as sweetly as
always, but there was something quite different. Her voice sounded weaker, and
it was difficult for him not to notice her skin looked slightly pale, even a
little dull. He had been infatuated with her since the first moment they
crossed paths in the train, so he knew all too well how her skin would usually shine.“Are you okay?” he immediately asked.
“Yeah, well, tired maybe but just that,” she said. Her
eyes did seem tired.He tried to insist, but she immediately asked him
about the volleyball tournament he had just around the corner. She was trying
to sound enthusiastic, yet he could still hear the faint weakness in her voice.
He decided not to dwell too much. If she didn’t want him peeking at whatever
was going on, he was not going to force her.They talked like every morning. They talked about
homework, tests, and the daily life trifles. The train
stopped for the second time. Their stop was the next. They started to get up,
but she went down back into her seat. Kuro returned to his.“______, are you truly okay?” She nodded with her head
down, hair falling down her face, as she held on to his wrist. Kuro finally knew there was definitely
something wrong. The grip she had on him loosened, and she fell forward. Kuro
grabbed her by her forearm stopping her body to crash face first against the
cold metal floor of the train, and pulled her back into the seat.Her body was like a rag doll, and her eyes were
closed. Kuro panicked when the realization hit him. She had fainted. He shook
her first as he called her name but no answer came. A big wide crater formed in
the pit of his stomached and it creped all the way to his head. His head
clouded for a second. The digital bell announcing the new stop through the
speakers brought his common sense back. People around him were staring making
him feel more anxious.What was he
supposed to do?He placed his fingers against her neck looking for a
pulse. His mind suddenly was making up the worst scenarios possible. The last thing he wanted was to see her like that. The idea of something happening to her crushed his heart.“Does someone have alcohol here!?” one man shouted and
the people started to shuffle, looking in their bags. “A girl fainted!”He closed his own eyes trying to calm himself, counted and waited, his hands began to sweat. Just
when he found her pulse her eyes started to open again. She tried to sit straight, but Kuro pushed her back with shaky hands.“No, rest for a while,” Kuro said to her.
The bell of the train sounded again announcing they
had missed their stop. It had been only a minute, maybe two, but for him it had
felt like an eternity.“I’m sorry,” she said in a whisper. Kuro shook his
head. Maybe it was the adrenaline that had overtaken him in those few moments,
but he took her hand without a second thought.“Let’s give you a couple of minutes before we go out
and I buy you something sweet.”“Yeah, sugar is what this girl needs. Get her a big soda or even a whole cake just for her,” a noisy old
lady in front of them added. As soon as ______ had recovered consciousness the
curious people had dissipated. Everyone except the old lady, of course.“I will, miss,” he politely answered.
The train stopped three more times before they got off of the train. Kuro had offered ______ his arm, and was carrying not only
his schoolbag, but also hers. The train parted leaving a heavy gust behind it.
She still was pale, and now she looked even weaker than before.Kuro sighed in a mix of relief and worried and pulled
her into a hug. “Next time, please don’t tell you’re not feeling bad. I was so
worried.”“I didn’t think I would faint. It isn’t like this all
the time.”“Let’s get you something to eat, and then back to your
house to have some rest,” he said before offering her his arm again.——
Thanks for the request! I hope you liked it!
Sweetheart Kuroo to the rescue! I just love him!
Christmas with…The Captain Squad
A/N: Of course this isn’t all the captains but these are my faves. They’d all be hella fun to celebrate with.
Kuroo
- Is a good boy and will help you get out the tree and set it up. He’s a shit decorator tho…
no Kuroo we can’t put a picture of Nicholas Cage as the star…- He LIVES for movie marathons!! He’s a fan of all movies from cartoons to cheesy holiday movies (which you two can make fun of but also cry at the good points)
Bokuto
- May or may not believe in Santa. You can’t tell if he really does or not. Turns out he doesn’t but he’s just pretending so you’ll get him an extra present from Santa. SMH.
- Christmas cookies are his specialty! He learned a really nice recipe from his mom and is more than happy to share it with you (and your stomach)
Oikawa
- He’s surprisingly great at decorating. He’s also a prompt decorator too, as soon as Dec 1st hits he starts decorating. He’s one of those annoying people that leaves his decorations up during February tho.
- He hangs up mistletoe everywhere just so he has an excuse to kiss you. Not that you don’t enjoy it though.
Daichi
- KNOWS EXACTLY WHAT TO GET YOU. Like, it’s so uncanny how spot on he is. Turns out he just keeps track of the things you like or mention wanting or needing. But also, he just gifts socks…no one needs that many socks, Dai.
- He has All I Want for Christmas is You on full blast 24/7. He hides this from everyone, but you’ve unfortunately come across this fact since dating him. Sometimes he dances to it and that’s arguably worse
Ushijima
- He loves the snow!! Nothing beats making a nice hot cup of coffee and watching the snow fall with you by the fireplace.
- He’s SO useful during holiday shopping. He has no complaints against standing in lines and holding the bags. Also he points out some really great sales!
Adorable!!!
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