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kuroosweakness · 8 months

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Pairing: Kuroo Tetsurou x f!reader (He refers to you with fem terms i.e. girlfriend)

WC: 940

Summary: The different ways, over the course of your relationship, that Kuroo gets to call you his

A/N: Hihi, it's still Kuroo hours <333

It's becoming something of a tradition, Tetsurou tells you. In spring, at the break of the school year, he meets up with his old teammates in this little hole-in-the-wall bar Yaku had discovered. You have to try the karaage, he insists as the two of you walk down the street hand in hand. It's a surprisingly temperate spring day, and he thinks it's cute how excited you are to meet his friends. He's excited for you to meet them, too.

Finally, you reach the spot, and he pulls open the door for you. Inside, Kai and Yaku are already seated at a table, and they both turn and smile as you approach.

"Hi guys," Tetsurou grins as you shrug out of your jacket and drape it across the back of your chair. They're both looking at you curiously, and he can't help but draw out a smug silence until you you turn to him with a quirk of your eyebrow.

"Aren't you going to introduce me to your friends?" You prod.

"This is my girlfriend," He finally introduces with a hand barely brushing the small of your back. "Y/N."

Yaku and Kai introduce themselves as you both take your seats, but he's not paying much attention. He's too busy tasting the words my girlfriend on his lips, admiring the way they roll so effortlessly from his tongue. He's still in a little bit of disbelief that it's you. You're sitting beside him, laughing behind your hand at something Yaku just said, and he can't help the smile that quirks at his lips.

He isn't sure how long he spends just watching you, but suddenly you're tipping your head back in more raucous laughter. Judging by the look on Yaku's face, he's undoubtedly said something at Tetsurou's expense. You rest your hand on his arm as your laughter trails off, and he can't even find it in himself to be chagrined at Yaku's smirk.

You're his girlfriend, and he likes the sound of that.

ii.

The Christmas dinner is really fancy. The Volleyball Association certainly knows how to treat its employees well, you'd remarked the moment you walked through the door. Even though he's dressed for the occasion, Tetsurou can't help feeling just a little out of place in this high-end banquet room. You're dressed to the nines, though, and look just like you belong in this sort of high society.

"Stop it," Is all you say when he tells you this, swatting him on the arm. You're looking around trying to disguise your awe, taking in all of the decorations as Tetsurou scouts out each of the tables looking for your names.

Right as he spots your seats, he's met by his boss, who greets him warmly, reaching out to shake his hand.

"Komatsu-san," he says after the initial greetings, hand finding your elbow. "I'd like to introduce you to my fiancée." He still can't quite believe that's a word he gets to use. You smile and shake his boss's hand, making a formal greeting as Tetsurou watches you with pride.

"It's lovely to meet you," His boss finally says before slipping away, off to greet someone else.

"He seems like a nice man," You comment as Tetsurou pulls out your seat before taking his own.

"He is," Tetsurou agrees quickly, distracted by the way the lights in the room reflect off of your ring as you reach for your glass of champagne. "Your ring looks extra sparkly tonight," He adds in a lower voice, for your ears only. You turn your hand gently, admiring the ring, and turn to grin at him. It's still so new that looking at it is a novelty for both of you.

"I think that's the first time I've ever introduced you as my fiancée," He adds softly, feeling the thrill again at the words. Every time he says it, he's reminded that you've actually agreed to be with him forever, and he feels a familiar warmth curling in his middle.

iii.

Tetsurou has been keeping an eye on the moving trucks and commotion next door for the past few days. Finally, it seems like the new neighbors have gotten settled in. The two of you have been meaning to go over and introduce yourselves, but so far you haven't had the chance.

One evening after getting home from work, he walks to the mailbox and finds the new neighbors working in their flower beds.

"Hi!" The man greets with a wave, dusting off his hands and crossing the yard towards Tetsurou, the woman close behind him. "You must be our new neighbors," He greets, extending his hand for Tetsurou to shake. "It's nice to meet you."

"It's nice to meet you, too," Tetsurou grins. "I'm Kuroo Tetsurou. We've been meaning to introduce ourselves, but it's never quite worked out," He admits sheepishly.

The neighbors wave it off and introduce themselves, and they've just begun to chat about the neighborhood when Tetsurou hears footsteps on the walk behind him.

"I thought I heard you get home!" You say as you approach, smiling amiably at the new neighbors. "I was wondering what was taking you so long," You laugh, joined by the neighbor couple.

"This is my wife," Tetsurou introduces you, sliding his arm around your waist and pulling you against his side. You greet the new neighbors, but he takes a few moments just enjoying the feel of you next to him. Even after all this time, introducing you as his still never fails to make him feel the slightest bit giddy. He doesn't think the sound of the words my wife will ever get old.

#this is so so cute and such something kuroo would do 🥲#ugh he needs to know that his s/o’s the lucky one :’ <33 #lia reblogs

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kuroosweakness · 8 months

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you’re not sure that kuroo planned on you meeting his new girlfriend tonight.

college parties have only become more interesting, you’ve realized, since he got back from his semester abroad (you know, the one you broke up with him just a few weeks prior to—who wants to watch their boyfriend hang around pretty girls in italy?) now, though, a couple months after that semester, and a couple of frat parties into the new one, you’re starting to think that it wasn’t the girls in italy you should’ve been jealous of.

now, if you’re being honest, you can’t really pin any of this on kuroo. you broke up with him, you ignored a couple of his texts when he got back home—really the odds were stacked up against him.

until tonight, you suppose. tonight, you’re sitting on a couch in the midst of a friend’s house party, you and kuroo on both ends, his new girlfriend settled into the middle cushion. and god, you’re jealous—you’ve long known the center cushion of this couch to be the comfiest seat in the house, even beyond when kuroo’s arm is resting on the back of it.

you’ve had her tuned out for a while now—something about the perfect little curl to her hair was making your jaw ache—but you tune in just as kuroo’s ears perk at the tone of her voice.

“he’s just- ugh he’s just so ordinary, you know?”

there’s a beat of silence between the three of you. you catch kuroo’s eye from behind her head. the music’s a little loud in here, you begin to realize.

“hm?” you speak up, “sorry, i didn’t catch that, who?”

“yeah,” kuroo says, “sorry the, uh, the music’s a little loud.”

“oh c’mon,” she replies, and leans into his side, “you, tetsu, obviously!”

another beat. she leans back, a little past tipsy at this point, eyes closed with her hands in front of her face as she continues.

“i mean, all these other girls are dating guys with big impressive jobs or trust funds or lots of money and whatever-” kuroo’s eyes flick up to yours again, his brows furrowed, you have to stifle a laugh- “but you’re just-” she turns to him now, takes his face in her hands, “you’re just you. that’s it.”

and oh, kuroo, you have found yourself a piece of work.

because really, the kuroo you know is anything but ordinary. who knows, maybe he calmed down in the few months you’d been apart, but for as long as you two had been together (two years, but who's counting?), he’d just about been the biggest overachiever you could imagine.

kuroo always has at least two jobs. he’s a TA most semesters (drool worthy), and he’s had a steady job at trader joe’s ever since you mentioned how fun it would be to see him whenever you go grocery shopping. beyond that, he has an internship every summer, and most spring semesters. fall’s “too much” for him already. you think he just likes being outside when it gets cold.

of course, the marketing-chem double major could bring you to your knees (yes, in that way) on its own, but he’s also sweet, and funny, and terribly stupid when it counts. he’s a horrendous cook—and if that’s not enough to bump him out of the ordinary category, you don’t know what is—but also a phenomenal baker. it’s all chemistry, he’d always say, it can’t be that hard.

so no, kuroo is not ordinary. at least, not in the way you’ve ever known him.

his girlfriend is still holding him by his cheeks, giggling about his ordinary little face and his ordinary eyes and how cute his ordinary little jobs are, and frankly, you think you could vom.

“you know,” you start, and begin to stand from the couch, “i just realized i forgot to grab something from my car, kuroo, would you mind coming with me for a sec?”

his brows perk at the sound of your voice and his eyes follow the way you stand. he takes her wrists in his hands and moves them away from his face, mumbling a be right back, sorry as he follows after you.

you don’t make it to the car, and you ignore more of his mumblings when you walk into the bathroom and close the door behind him.

“this isn’t-”

“ordinary?” you say. his face goes blank.

“i- yeah, i don’t-”

“are you holding out on her, tetsurou?”

and that’s when he laughs, just a little bit, enough to bleed into the sigh that follows.

“god, after that? i wish.” you reach your hands up to his cheeks. they’re warm, from the tequila, and maybe because this bathroom is stifling with both of you in it.

“aw, but tetsu,” you start, puffing out your bottom lip as he starts to roll his eyes, “you’re just so cute and ordinary.”

“i think i could kill you,” he replies, his cheeks still all squished in your hands. you pout, and you watch his eyes linger on your mouth.

it’s not until now that you’ve really taken him in. his hair is a little curlier on the ends than it used to be, his shoulders a little broader, you swear you can see that those canines of his are a little sharper—you could scream. all the tension in your body is balled up in your heart and, if you’re honest, somewhere between your thighs at just the thought of him leaning down to kiss you.

besides, you’ve been in this situation with him before. together or not, you two have been known to end up in bathrooms, your hands on his cheeks, his tongue somewhere you’d rather not say…

it’s wrong, you know that it’s wrong, and you’re pretty sure he does too but god his breath is warm against the expanse of your skin.

“you shouldn’t kill me,” you settle on, voice a little lower, a little calmer.

“no,” he replies, “i shouldn’t kill you.”

you’re not sure either of you are using the right verb for what you’re actually saying.

he moves in closer, lips brushing against the side of your jaw.

“tetsurou,” you warn. he stops, paused right against your ear.

“i know,” he replies.

“break up with her first,” you say. “before i get labeled as a slut, please?”

you feel his lashes against your cheek as he closes his eyes.

“does a text count?”

you laugh at him first, and then shove him away second, scolding him with a little look that you used to give him whenever he grabbed your ass before the apartment door was entirely shut. oddly congruent situation, now that you think about it.

and the worst part of all of it is, you’re tempted to tell him yes.

“no, you go out there, you make a big scene, and then we go home,” you say. you’ve got your hands in front of you now—you swear you can feel the scene playing out. you think you’ll stay in the bathroom for the break-up. probably better off this way.

“home?” kuroo asks.

“home. my home.”

“oh thank god,” he replies. he’s got that shake to his head, like he’s relieved in a way that only really exists to make you laugh. “i’ve always liked your bed better than mine.”

“just!” you swat at his chest. has this scene been in a 2000s romcom yet? “go tell her!”

he puts his hands in the air, dodging around you as he opens the bathroom door, peeks his head out, and then shuts it again, giving you a comical little “wuh oh!” kind of look. can you imagine it? brows raised, mouth downturned.

“i am so ordinary,” he begins, tongue poking out from his lips as he works out the sentence, “that some other guy appears to have swooped in to beat me out.” he pauses. “that guy must be downright boring.”

you laugh. he’s not that funny.

“well,” you say, “that makes this a lot easier actually.”

“does it?” he replies, all high-toned and with his head tilted to the side. you would eat him, if you could.

“absolutely.” a pause. this is when being stupid sometimes counts. maybe he just likes to give you the satisfaction of explaining. “we get to go home—guilt free.”

he smiles at you, considers it for a second, and then leans down, nose brushing against your jaw before his lips find yours. he’s warm, enough to make you want to push him away, but you don’t. really, as mean as you think you could be to him, you’re oddly into the guy.

and besides, he’s still kissing you, pushing his hands up along your sides and letting his thumbs brush along your chest like it’s memory. he’s got you backed into the wall, trapped by the expanse of his arms and his chest and the way his tongue rolls along your lips.

“home,” you breathe, mumbled against his mouth while his fingers ride along your waist.

“home,” he repeats, “your home.”

and you do get there, eventually. you sneak out past his kind-of girlfriend and the man she’s pulling by the collar of his shirt, and when you get to your apartment, he grabs your ass before the door shuts.

you hope your neighbors don’t hear the way you gasp, but you know they’ve heard it before.

#being a TA AND works at trade joe’s ??!!!! THE PERFECT COLLEGE BF COMBO #help that’s so hot 😭😭#so specific … op you’ve catered to the right audience haha #<3

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kuroosweakness · 9 months

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❝ *･🎥 ·̩͙ TRUTH OR DRINK ❞ | ex high school sweethearts edition

[ tags : suggestive, maybe an exes to lovers trope, they used to be academic rivals to lovers!!! reader attends uni from out of the country (unspecified), unedited pls go easy on me ]

[ truth or drink m.list ]

you : i'm y/n.

kuroo : wait, are we starting?

[yeah.]

kuroo : oh, sorry, i'm kuroo.

you : and we're exes. from high school.

the video cuts to a text on a white background. the text says, 'exes from high school ask each other a set of random questions. they can either answer the question or take a shot.'

[how long did you guys date?]

kuroo : for like... two years?

you : yep. two years.

[do you guys still hang out together?]

you : yeah. we, like, share the same friend groups.

kuroo nods.

you : oh, but only when i'm in the country though.

kuroo : yeah, they just flew back here a few days ago. we've seen each other every day since then.

[when was the last time you hung out together?]

you : last night.

when your head turns to the camera, there are several raised eyebrows from the camera crew. realization dawns on you.

you : no. no-

kuroo : not- not like that.

you : yeah. wait, i mean- no. whatever, can we just take a shot?

the video cuts to both of you clinking your shot glasses together before downing the liquor down.

[who's going first?]

you : i will.

you clear your throat, eyes finally settling on the card in your hands. kuroo grins encouragingly.

you : do you still find me attractive?

kuroo : yes. of course.

you laugh while kuroo turns his head towards the camera. he raises his eyebrows suggestively with a grin on his face. you slap his arm.

[what about them is attractive?]

kuroo : everything. i mean, have you seen them? look at them.

you shrug your shoulders, trying to still seem nonchalant despite the warmth spreading up your neck.

you : you're not so bad yourself, i guess.

kuroo : you guess?

you : next question!

kuroo : what do you mean you guess???

you : you go.

kuroo shuffles forward and takes a card from the deck. kuroo smirks before reading the question.

kuroo : what was your favorite high school make out spot?

there's a few seconds that pass while you ponder your answer.

you : on second thought, i don't think we've ever really made out at school...

kuroo : yeah... i guess we spent most of high school competing with each other.

you : mhm.

kuroo : but i have to say my favorite would be the locker rooms.

your cheeks heat up, flashbacks of hushed voices and heated kisses flooding your head. you clear your throat and quickly regain your composure. noticing your behavior, kuroo smiles inwardly while he notes how easy it still is to read you. some things never change.

you : i remember when you first kissed me in the gym though.

kuroo chuckles.

[can you tell us more about that?]

you : we were fighting.

kuroo : no, we weren't. i wasn't doing anything, while you were going on and on about how i'm always ranked first in class and you're always second.

you roll your eyes before looking straight into the camera.

you : he never shuts up about it. he rubbed it in my face with every chance he got.

kuroo smiles. for a split second, he saw the younger, high school version of you as you complain. he missed you.

kuroo : so i kissed them.

you : i'm starting to think you being first place in class was only a scheme to date me.

kuroo : just accept it. i'm smarter than you are.

you : maybe. academically.

kuroo : sure, sure.

he waves a hand dismissively, resulting in you narrowing your eyes at him.

kuroo : you're always first in my heart though, sweetheart.

you : you are so irritating.

kuroo : you love me.

you curl your lip, feigning disgust. kuroo only laughs. there is a split second where a smile is shown on your face before the video cuts to the next scene.

you : who broke up with who, and how did it go down?

you are amused as you watch kuroo dramatically turn to the camera.

kuroo : they broke up with me. they told me they didn't love me anymore.

kuroo was going to face you again before he whips his head back towards the camera.

kuroo : and then!

you : there's an 'and then'?

kuroo : and then they fled the country.

you narrow your eyes.

you : you're making me sound like i'm an escape artist or some type of fugitive or something.

kuroo : you are.

you : wha-

kuroo : you're a criminal for stealing my h-

you kick him under the table. kuroo lets out an 'ow' and rubs his shin. there's more laughter from the crew.

kuroo : ooh, this one's interesting.

you : hurry up and read it then.

kuroo raises an eyebrow at you. you huff.

you : please.

you roll your eyes as kuroo grins, satisfied.

kuroo : kiss me like you did in high school.

kuroo notices when your lips form a straight line. you're nervous. kuroo moves his hand ever-so-slightly until it touches yours.

kuroo : should we drink instead?

you : no. no, it's fine, lets do it.

you start to lean over the table while kuroo's still in his seat.

kuroo : yeah. i mean, it'a not like it's been a while since we last kissed.

you :

kuroo : what? why are you looking at me like that?

kuroo is smirking slightly, which irks you.

you : you are so annoying.

kuroo : really?

you : tetsuro, just shut up and kiss me already.

kuroo finally leans over the table. when your lips finally meet, you get lost in the feeling of your lips melding with his. you turn your head to deepen the kiss, and kuroo follows suit instantly. you almost forget how there's still a camera recording your every move, and when you remember, you had to forcefully peel yourself away from him, leaving kuroo chasing after you before realization dawns on him too. it was long after you were settled in your seats before you start to speak up again.

you : right.

kuroo : ... nice.

you : nice.

you : it's my turn, right?

kuroo : mhm.

you pull a card from the deck, and groan instantly when you scan the words.

you : describe our last time having sex.

kuroo laughs. it's unclear whether it's out of amusement or nervousness.

kuroo : should be easy. you know, since it was just yesterday.

you : yeah.

you and kuroo share a look.

[would you like to elaborate?]

you chuckle nervously.

you : we're lying. obviously.

kuroo : we like to lie, yeah. that's... a thing we do.

you : our mothers would be ashamed.

kuroo : horrified.

you : yeah.

kuroo : yeah.

the scene cuts to both of you clinking your glasses and downing your shot together. two awkward smiles are worn after the glasses are empty.

kuroo : what's the biggest secret you've kept from me?

you : dang... i don't know, actually. do you have one?

kuroo shrugs.

kuroo : sure.

you : what is it?

kuroo : babe, this is your question.

you : oh. right.

you chuckle awkwardly, your gaze flitting up to the ceiling.

you : i lied when i said i fell out of love.

kuroo :

you : when we broke up.

when you finally manage to return kuroo's gaze, you are shocked to see the unbothered expression on his face.

kuroo : wow. really?

you : you don't sound surprised.

kuroo : y/n, i've known you since middle school.

you :

kuroo : you're not exactly the best liar. i knew you were trying to make leaving the country easier for both of us.

you : oh.

kuroo : yeah. oh.

you : whats your secret then?

a thin, slightly lopsided smile forms on kuroo's lips. your heart skips a beat.

kuroo : i still love you.

you've heard this the night before, but now that you're hearing him say it fully sober, you're sure your heart just leaped out of your chest and started running off elsewhere.

you : oh.

kuroo : oh?

you : what were you expecting me to reply with?

kuroo : i don't know, an 'i still love you too'?

kuroo's voice drops to a loud whisper.

kuroo : we could make this juicy for the viewers.

you laugh.

you : i already said i lied when i said i fell out of love with you.

kuroo grins. not the usual mischievous one, but one where he's baring his row of pearly whites in earnest joy.

kuroo : so you still love me.

you : not for long.

kuroo : you wound me.

you : good.

there is no more tension in the air when the video cuts to the next scene. your shoulders are visibly less tense and kuroo's hands are toying with one of your hands. you proceed to read out the card on your other hand.

you : did you always know that we wouldn't last?

kuroo : no. we're obviously made for each other.

the corners of kuroo's lips tug up into a grin. you sigh.

you : i guess nobody can put up with you as well as i do.

kuroo : you're my for lifer, babe.

you : you are going to be the death of me.

*･🎬 ·̩͙ special cut

after the director yells cut, the camera crew disperses almost immediately. you stand up from your seat, feeling the pressure of everyone's eyes on you fade away.

kuroo : well that was fun.

you nod. as he rises from his seat, kuroo lets his curiosity take over and takes the stack of cards from the table. he starts flipping through them, letting his eyes briefly scan each question.

kuroo : these questions were really- oh, y/n, answer this one.

you peek over his shoulder, reading the question yourself while kuroo reads it aloud.

kuroo : of all the lovers, where do you think i rank?

you : hm... probably last.

kuroo's jaw drops. you bite your lip to keep your laughter at bay.

kuroo : wow. woooooow.

you : tetsuro.

kuroo : and to think that we had something special.

you roll your eyes, watching as kuroo brings his palm to his chest, acting like you just shot him in the heart.

you : drama queen.

kuroo : drama queen? drama quee-

you kiss his cheek, which shuts him up in effect.

you : you're literally the first and only relationship i've ever had, dummy.

you leave kuroo in his place, whom you've managed to keep frozen in place. the camera catches you flashing a cheeky grin towards his direction before disappearing off camera completely. the last thing seen before the camera's turned off is kuroo chasing after you, despite still being in a stuttering mess.

#yeek! i ADORE this series and this post featuring tetsu? MWAH #the dialogue is so <333 #><#lia reblogs

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kuroosweakness · 9 months

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Kuroo cat as your clingy pet🐈‍⬛

#HELP IDK WHAT TO DO WITH THIS CUTENESS

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kuroosweakness · 9 months

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HQ x JJK Crossover

#SO SO CUTE #their faces look so squishable ><

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kuroosweakness · 9 months

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Pairing: Kuroo Tetsurou x gn!reader

WC: 615

Summary: In your first few months of living together, Tetsurou finds himself falling in love with you all over again.

A/N: You were warned. Here it is: my soft domestic Kuroo mess. I don't even know if this is good, but it sure is a thing :')

Tetsurou loves you - of course he does. Otherwise, he never would have asked you to move in with him in the first place. It's just that, over the last few months, he's felt like he's falling all over again.

He thinks it must have something to do with the proximity. The fact that you're always there, at 2pm on a Saturday afternoon or 3am when he wakes up groggy to flop to a more comfortable position or at 7:30 in the evening when the dishes are drying - it does strange things in his chest.

He's always loved your lazy smile, but now he gets to see it first thing in the morning, and it feels like a secret no one else is meant to know. You're sharing it with him, and it makes him want to pull you close and feel the imprint of it on his own lips, so he does. Often. As often as you'll let him, before you're shoving his face away in a bout of laughter, scolding that you'll both be late if you stay in bed any longer.

He feels a little bit like he's spying on you when he catches you in the midst of your daily routine, something as simple as humming to yourself while you fold laundry in the bedroom. He creeps up behind you and wraps his arms around your middle, chuckling at the surprised squeak you let out as he turns you in his arms, fingers pressing into your hips as he presses a kiss to the tip of your nose just because he can. It isn't long until you're tumbled together in his underwear and your socks and the old, worn Nekoma hoodie that belongs to both of you, now.

Sometimes, you surprise him. You'll fall onto the couch after a long day and beckon him closer. Something is playing on the TV, but it's all just background noise as you pull him down against your chest. He lets his weight settle comfortably on top of you and lets out a hum of pure bliss at the feeling of your fingers tugging through his hair. He feels like he's melding into the couch, melding into you, and he catches himself wishing he could stay like this forever, tangled with you so closely that he doesn't even know where he ends and you begin.

There are pieces of you everywhere. Your book is on the end table. Your toothbrush is in the cup next to his. Your favorite tea is in the cupboard and your favorite coffee creamer is in the fridge. There are blankets and throw pillows and your pajamas are in the drawer right beside his. Slowly, you've transformed this space that he simply came back to every night into a place he never wants to leave. He loves being surrounded by you because he finally feels like he's home.

It's not new, but it feels new. It bubbles up in his chest and sloshes around until he feels like he might overflow. Luckily, whenever it comes over him, he doesn't have far to go. He only has to walk a few feet and there you are, and it's so easy to you pull into his arms. So easy to litter kisses on your skin and feel your soft warmth beneath his hands. You tease him about being clingy but he knows you'll never push him away. You love him too much. He says it with a cheeky grin that he quickly buries in the curve of your neck, because if he doesn't the truth will come out. He's the one who loves you too much, if such a thing is even possible.

#so lovely to read :’(#he’s the sweetest !!!!!!#missing him more and more per day

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kuroosweakness · 10 months

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One Week

Pairing: Kuroo Tetsuro x f!reader

Summary: You and Kuroo decide to spend the week leading up to your wedding sleeping apart. After all, it will make your wedding night feel that much more special, right?

WC: 2.2k

A/N: Hopefully the text message format I used makes sense 😬 This is 100% inspired by an episode of How I Met Your Mother in which Marshall and Lily do this exact thing. Tbh it's my comfort show and this is like my 5th time watching it, and when the episode came around, the fic idea hit me like a truck. ALSO there is a small reference to one of my old past fics in here, and if you get it you're a real one.

By the time you get to your best friend and maid of honor's apartment, it's late. The whole day had been spent putting together all of the favors and décor for your wedding, now only one week away. You're so exhausted you feel like you could fall asleep on your feet right here in the entryway, but she pulls you the rest of the way inside, wrestling your bag through the door after you.

"Geez!" She huffs. "Why's this so heavy? You didn't pack Tetsurou in here, did you?"

You roll your eyes. "A week is a long time! I had to pack a lot of stuff. Besides, bringing him would kind of defeat the purpose, wouldn't it?" You raise an eyebrow. This had initially been your idea, after all. You thought that spending the week before your wedding away from each other would make the night of your wedding that much more special. Since you already live together, you figured some time apart would probably do you good, anyway.

"I suppose it would," She agrees, "But I know how you two are." You narrow your eyes at her, but before you can respond, she's already tugging you toward the living room.

"I've got the sofa bed all ready for you," She announces with a proud flourish, and you feel almost like you could collapse just at the sight of it. It's full of fluffy blankets and two giant pillows, and she's even generously loaned you one of her plushies.

"It looks like heaven," You groan, stifling a yawn. "I'm wiped."

"So am I," She agrees, fighting back a yawn of her own. "Guess we'll have to save the sleepover girl talk for tomorrow night," She shrugs. "It'll be just like middle school all over again!" She loops her arm through yours, and you can't help but giggle at the thought. The two of you sure did share some wild sleepovers back in the day. "Alright," She finally says, "I'll see you in the morning."

When you're finally ready for bed, you crawl under the covers happily. You snuggle into the pillows as you cocoon into the blankets, trying not to think about how strange it is to be lying in bed all alone for once. There's no warm body wrapped around yours, and not even your cat to curl up against you. "Guess it's you and me, Mr. Unicorn," You murmur as you tug the plush into your arms, giving in easily to the exhaustion pulling on you.

The next day is busy enough at work. You're only working for the first two days this week, having taken the rest of the week off to focus on the wedding prep. Between tying up all of your loose ends at work and the mental to-do list you keep adding tasks to, the day passes with very little thought of Tetsurou. It's not until you're laying in your sofa bed that night after a movie and snacks that it starts to hit you.

You hug the unicorn plush close again, but you're very aware of the absence of your fiancé. You're so used to his arms around you at night, his nose pressed into the nape of your neck.

Maybe it's silly, but with all of the stress starting to weigh down on you, you find yourself missing the comfort of his presence much more than you'd anticipated. With a sigh, you roll onto your back and reach for your phone. Your thumbs only hover for a moment before you hit send.

I miss you

It isn't long before your screen lights up with a reply.

You literally saw me yesterday you weirdo

Is it bad that even that teasing sentence brings you some sort of strange comfort? You're just about to type a reply when another message comes through.

Which is why it's so ridiculous that I miss you too

You can't help the smile that steals across your face at that. For some reason, the knowledge that he's feeling the same things you're feeling lessens the ache a bit.

It's dumb

You feel confident in saying it, now that you have this thread of connection with him.

You said it, not me

Comes his cheeky reply, quickly followed with,

Mittens won't leave me alone. I think he thinks I murdered you and disposed of the body.

You almost chuckle aloud at that.

Poor guy, he misses me too 🥺 and honestly, his fears are valid

You curl up on your side, holding your phone close.

Uncalled for

And then

I'm about to fall sleep, so I'd better go. I'll see you later this week

You try your best to ignore the disappointment sinking in your gut.

Me too. Goodnight, I love you

His reply comes almost immediately.

I love you too. Night

It's enough to satiate you, anyway. On Friday, only four days away, you'll see him for the rehearsal. That's not really so far away. As you lay there clutching your phone, you can feel your eyes growing heavier.

The next day is just as crazy, as you give your coworkers instructions for your absence and make sure all of your projects have been submitted. After work, you go straight to dinner with your bridesmaids, and the whole evening is spent talking and laughing together.

By the time you make it back to the apartment, you should be so exhausted that you all asleep immediately. You definitely feel it, but from the moment you lay down, the hollow feeling slowly returns to your middle. You hesitate when the thought first occurs to you, but it seems reasonable enough. You'll feel better if you can just hear his voice for a few moments.

"Hey Baby," He answers after two rings.

"Did I wake you up?" You blurt out quickly, instantly feeling guilty and wishing you had just tried to fall asleep.

"Nah," He assures you, "What's wrong?"

"N-nothing's wrong," You sputter. "I just-"

"Missed me?" He finishes for you, and the teasing lilt in his voice is almost enough to make you hang upon him on the spot.

"Maybe," You respond petulantly instead, and he laughs. The sound of it, even through the phone, is enough to set you more at ease.

"Who knew you were so clingy," He muses. "Just can't get enough of me, huh?"

"Maybe I'll just hang up," You huff.

"Wait," He says a little too quickly, and you smile to yourself. Gotcha. "Mittens wants to say hi, too. You can let him know you're not dead." Suddenly, the phone line is filled with the rumble of your cat's purr.

"Hi baby boy," You croon into the phone, "Dad isn't being nasty to you, is he?"

"You're on speaker," Tetsurou warns as Mittens lets out a small meow, and you laugh. "Plus I'm not his dad," he reminds you as he always does.

"Sure, whatever you want to tell yourself," You laugh again. You're feeling so much lighter, in a good way. As your laughter dies down, you try to hold in a yawn.

"Sounds like you're ready to fall asleep. I know you've got to get up early tomorrow to meet the florist."

"Hm, yeah." You acknowledge begrudgingly.

"It'll be here before you know it," He says softly.

"I know." You hold the phone to your ear for a few moments in silence. "I can't wait."

"Me neither. I love you so much." You can tell he's getting tired because he's getting sappier.

"I love you too, Tetsu."

"Say it again," He says it so low that you almost don't catch it.

"I love you," You repeat. "Good night, Tetsu."

"Good night," He echoes. "Love you, Baby." Even after the line goes dead, you can still feel the smile on your face and the warmth in your middle. As you fall asleep, you set an ultimatum for yourself. For the next two days, you won't contact him at all, just like you'd intended. Piece of cake.

The next day, you hold to your promise. After a busy day spent running here and there, the sofa bed has never felt more comfortable. You resolutely set your phone face down on the end table and close your eyes tight. Tonight, you're not going to break. You're a strong, independent woman. You tell yourself that until the long day finally gets the better of you and you drift off to sleep.

Finally, it's Thursday. One day until the dress rehearsal and you see Tetsurou again. You're proud of yourself. Sure, you'd only made it one night without contacting him, but technically, you haven't seen each other at all. You're going to count that as a win.

You actually have some time to relax before bed, and you and your friend pull out all the stops. She's got an array of face masks, fancy lotions, and even a foot spa she'd pulled out from somewhere. You're just laying out the last of the snacks when your phone dings. It's a message from Tetsurou.

You didn't call yesterday

Very interesting.

Sorry, I didn't know we had an appointment

His reply comes almost immediately.

I'm outside. Come out for a minute?

It's all you can do not to laugh out loud. Still, he came all this way. You shouldn't let it be for nothing. You glance at your friend, mind working quickly to think of a valid reason you'd need to leave the apartment at this time of the evening.

"I'm going to get in the shower," She suddenly announces. You can't believe your luck. Your stint as her roommate proved that she is notorious for taking long showers. "Don't eat all of the Takis before I'm back or else."

"Would I do that?" You ask, hand splayed across your chest indignantly. She shoots you a glare and heads for the bathroom. The moment you hear the shower turn on, you slip on a pair of shoes and you're out the door.

You practically run into Tetsurou the moment you step outside. "Hi," he says sheepishly, with his familiar crooked smile. You launch yourself into his arms, and he immediately holds on tight.

"Hi," You breathe back, finally pulling back enough to look into his face again. "We failed," You say solemnly, before breaking into a grin.

"We did," He agrees, pressing a kiss to your lips. "Spectacularly."

"She's in the shower," You explain quickly, "So I shouldn't really stay too long."

"Alright," He says absently, thumbs tracing a pattern against your hips.

"You didn't bring Mittens, did you?" You crane your neck around him to check for the cat backpack you'd purchased on a whim a few years back.

"Don't be ridiculous," He says drily. You pout, and he kisses it away.

"I missed you," You sigh against his lips despite yourself, and you feel his lips curving into a smile.

"I missed you too." He admits. He pulls back again, and you silently drink him in. "We're getting married in two days," He says candidly.

"We are," You agree, grin threatening to burst off of your face.

"And I'll see you tomorrow at the dress rehearsal," He adds.

"Mmhmm," You nod. You glance at the time. "I should get back inside," You say reluctantly. In response, he pulls you in for one last kiss.

"Goodnight. I love you. So much."

"I love you too. So so much." Before he can one-up you, you pull away and turn back inside. "Goodnight!" You call over your shoulder.

The moment you step through the apartment door, you freeze. Your friend is standing there, arms crossed. "How was Tetsurou?" She asks coolly, a smile playing at the edges of her lips.

You open your mouth, then close it. "I was just getting some fresh air?" You finally say weakly.

"And I'm Albert Einstein." She replies, turning for the couch. "Come on," She pats the cushion next to her, beckoning you forward. "You two are disgusting," She adds as an afterthought. She's shaking her head, but she's smiling.

The next 48 hours are a whirlwind, but at the end of it you find yourself at your wedding reception, seated next to your husband. You'd made it here, and now you feel like you can finally draw a breath.

"Wait, so did you guys actually last the entire week without seeing each other?" Kenma suddenly asks skeptically, looking between the two of you. You glance at Tetsurou. Clearly, he hadn't shared the truth with his best man. Your maid of honor opens her mouth beside you, but you nudge her under the table with the sharp toe of your shoe. Since it is your wedding day, she stays silent.

"Sure did," Tetsurou says, grinning broadly as he slides his arm around your shoulders, brushing his fingers against your skin affectionately. "It was worth it," He adds, pressing a kiss to your temple. You lean into the press of his lips. Yes, it certainly was.

#this is such a sweet and SCRUMPTIOUS fic :(((#this scenario is so creative and so cute and so well executed #op you never miss!!#your interpretation of tetsu is exceptional :’#<3 #this is a must read #lia reblogs #btw … the reference to an old fix … is it the Mittens fic where tetsu got jealous HAHA #i read “mittens’ and immediately thought of your old fic it was one of my faves #glad to see tetsu and mittens get along :)#(why does he deny that he’s mitten’s father haha he’s gonna be married anyways :’)

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kuroosweakness · 11 months

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new haikyuu art!!

#hehehehee they look so good??????#kuroo #bokuto #oikawa #hinata #kageyama #atsumu #atsumu’s skinny jeans HAHA #KUROO AND HIS HABIT OF RUBBING HIS NECK ><#OIKAWA + BO LOOKS SO GOOD #hinata and kags look cuter than usual 🫣🤭 !!! that little shoyo smile!!!

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kuroosweakness · 11 months

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i just know that kuroo loves kissing. he could spend hours just lazily making out with you. it wouldn’t even have to lead anywhere, he’s just content holding you and takes pride knowing that he’s the only one that can have you like this. he cherishes you so much :((

#running in circles #now just what am i supposed with to do with this information??? :<#hehe giggling!!!!

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kuroosweakness · 11 months

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hotel room | sakusa kiyoomi

keywords: sakusa showing you his hotel room, “i love you more” fights, video calling him

word count: 915

“you look comfy”

you lazily smile at your phone, tugging your blanket higher up on your face to hide how wide your smile is. “i am”

from the phone, you can see sakusa sit up from his bed and search for his shoes. “where are they?” he mutters. he places his phone on the nightstand to give you a full view of him looking for his shoes. except you can only see up to his neck because of how tall he is. “oh there they are.”

sakusa walks across the floor and comes right back, picking his phone up and smiling at you. “so, i-”

“it’s not the same without you here” you blurt out.

sakusa looks away for a moment, but even through the tiny screen, you can see his cheeks darkening. judging from how wet his curls look, he must’ve already taken a shower.

“i’ll be back home in three days,” sakusa says, staring intently at your eyes. “wait three more days, y/n” he says it like he’s reassuring himself more than you.

“how’s volleyball been? i’ll be watching ya tomorrow :)”

sakusa shyly smiles and palms his face. “it’s been the same. got more serves in than atsumu >:) wish you can be in the crowd though ….”

your face drops as you fumble with your phone, not wanting it to fall. “i wish i can be there too … omi’”

“hm?” he hums, turning away to close his window curtains, giving you a nice view of his shoulders …

“can you give me a tour of your hotel room? :)”

…? “alright.”

sakusa stands up and turns his camera the other way. “here’s the bed … you’ve already seen it. it’s actually quite comfortable but because of how many damn pillows the hotel set up, my feet dangles off at the ends”

you giggle at the thought.

“and over here, is the bathroom.” he pans the camera around so you can get a full view of the bright bathroom lights, clean mirror, and bowl-shapes sink.

“it’s so pretty …” you breathe, staring in awe.

“the bathroom?”

“yeah it looks so clean and pretty…and very rich”

sakusa gives you a ? look. how can a bathroom be pretty? but whatever you say, he can’t disagree with.

“here’s the door to my room…” sakusa awkwardly gestures to his front door, eyes looking everywhere but at his phone.

“‘omi you’re making this really awkward,” you laugh, snuggling against your bed sheets.

“i’ve never done a room tour before,” he softly defends. “you’re the only one who’s so interested in my room. here, i’ll show you what i brought.”

sakusa makes his way across the hotel room and unzips his black backpack. for a moment, all you can see is the ceiling.

“here are all of my toothpastes i brought,” he says, laying all five tubes on his bed neatly. sakusa digs another hand inside and pulls out his hairbrush. “and here’s my hairbrush…” he attempts to brush his hair but his hair becomes stuck mid-way. you watch him in amusement as he groans at the tug-a-war game he’s playing with his curls.

embarrassed, sakusa coughs and diverts his eyes away from you. “a-anyways, i also brought my own pillow.” he brings his white, plain pillow into camera view. “you know i can’t sleep without it.”

you do know. sakusa has a hard time sleeping on things that isn’t his special pillow. his pillow is sacred to him; can’t stay overnight without it. what you also know is that he doesn’t have a hard time sleeping on your belly

“anything new with you?” sakusa asks, interrupting your chain of thoughts.

“not much … but it’s been quite stressful.”

“… not too stressful, right?”

“well, it’s manageable … but still really overwhelming,” you sigh, giving him a weak smile to reassure that you’re fine.

“if it gets too stressful, maybe you can talk to me about it?”

“yeah, i will :’)”

“mm” sakusa climbs into his bed, wearing those striped black pajamas that matches with yours. he lifts his covers up and buries himself under.

“we’re matching :)” you say, pointing to your pajama shirt.

“mm” he grumbles in response.

“…’omi?”

“mm?”

“i love you”

“i love you too,” he mumbles, eyelids slowly closing.

“i love you more”

“i love you most,” he replies with a small smile tugging at his lips.

“i love you mostest >:)”

“that’s not a word.”

“’omi, you’re missing the point >:(”

he rolls his eyes. “i love you mostestestest … ‘est’ x infinity”

you try to come up with a response but fails when you see the satisfactory smirk; the smirk that always sends butterflies all over.

“i love you as much as you love me but plus 1 more,” you snap back, proud of yourself for thinking of one.

“…i love you as much as you love me except plus 2 more…”

“…i love you as much as you love me except plus 10^10 more >:)”

“….babe, this is gonna go on forever,” he says, propping his elbows up and looks down at his phone. his curls are messily spread across his head. “can we continue this ‘i love you more’ chain after getting some sleep?”

you lazily nod. “i’ll win you just like how i did last time :) goodnight~”

“mm, goodnight to you too. i love you”

“i love you more-”

“don’t.” he smiles, throwing his head back as a deep laugh rumbles through his body. “watch me serve more serve aces than miya tomorrow~”

#best sakusa piece i’ve ever written #i love msby sakusa with my whole heart :’(

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