#oh i havent told u the alias yet have i

[donnieluvsthings]

you have ocs??? 👀👀👀👀 do spill the tea if you're comfortable - boop

i have old vague OCs whose main personality traits are that they have superpowers but alfkaldls yes i have OCs!!! theyre from my phase where i only consumed superhero content for like a year at the beginning of high school but they exist i guess lol. u have opened a can of worms asking about this aldjaldla here’s me rambling:

so theres three main “stories,” the first is about Absolute Zero (an ice villain) and Unseen Shadow (a shadow hero...i’m bad at names okay), aka Kara and Travis. they dont have last names yet aldkaldl. basically they fall in love and kara’s not actually a horrible person she just has a tragic backstory yada yada yada its very basic actually

the second story is about a hero, Empathy (who’s like a telepath but with emotions instead of thoughts) and a villain, Remembrain (who’s,,, actually a telepath) aka Sam and Caleb. Caleb also goes by Remmy when he’s ~doing villain things~ bc his full alias is a mouthful alfjaldka. Sam uses they/she pronouns and kinda just likes everyone tbh, they dont care and dont have a specific label. and i’m just realizing i never thought about caleb. am i pulling an allurance and making his entire character based on his romance with sam?? jk jk he also has a backstory TM and actually the whole sam/caleb thing is very complicated. i rly need to sort out this storyline huh

then the FINAL story is about Callie, who is a hero (aka Chimera) along with her twin brother Leo (aka Griffin) ((the greek myth lion symbolism is strong with these two lol)) but plot twist! Callie is ALSO a villain (aka Prism) unbeknownst to her brother and her retired superhero dad so she lives a triple life whOaAaA. she doesnt have a love interest (yet?) but she is lesbian and ace

oh Sam and Kara are best friends irl and i havent decided if they know each others’ identities. they have a group of Normal Friends who dont have superpowers, but they literally just have names and thats it lol this whole world is not at all fleshed out and i need to add some more people probably idk how worldbuilding works

the overarching story for all three “books” is this earth powers guy named Dr. Moss or something and he’s been corrupted by the super genes so now he Thirsts Endlessly For More Power and all that classic supervillain stuff. theres a bunch of subplots but basically its just the main squad attempting to team up to take him down and breaking down what it means to be a “hero” and a “villain”

i told you i read a lot of basic superhero stories aldkaldlsl

#i forgot how to spell ‘label’ for like a full minute aldkald #donnieanswersthings #boop!! #uhhh #my ocs #i guess lol #not fandom

[cryoculus]

Can I have an au where kuroo and the reader have a one night stand. But then turns out he is her child's teacher.

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akjsksjadksjdk idk i thought this was better if it’s in kuroo’s perspective. I had a lot of fun writing this, I hope you enjoy! P.S blockquotes are so ugly on tumblr mobile I Cringed.

“I’ll be keeping an eye out for him, Oikawa,” Kuroo chuckles, patting his old friend on the shoulder while handing him his child, Hayato’s report card. The former setter huffs at the contact, slinging a protective arm over his shoulder. 

“Don’t talk to me or my son ever again,” he hisses, while his student berates his father. (“Dad, you’re embarrassing me.”)

As the peculiar duo exits the classroom, Kuroo can see Iwaizumi waiting by the door. Hayato engulfs his other father in an embrace, telling Iwaizumi something out of his earshot. Kuroo smiles to himself before standing up to call out the next parent he has to talk to. 

He scans his class list for whoever’s next after Iwaizumi Hayato, and calls out:

“Izumi-san?” He pops his head in the hallway with a hand on the doorframe. His eyes dart around a bit, segregating through familiar faces of parents he’s shared some words with before. Izumi Chiharu is quite a bright student, never really getting into any form of trouble. For a sixth grader, she’s quite keen with her surroundings, and performs really well in school. He’s heard that she’s going to be enrolled in Shiratorizawa for junior high, even. 

Eventually, Kuroo spots Chiharu, who catches his eye, gesturing that her mother is in the restroom. He nods before going back inside the classroom, shutting the door behind him. 

Kuroo treads back to the seat behind his desk, rolls his neck around until he hears a satisfying crack! His eyes settle in the classroom in front of him. Come to think of it, he wouldn’t envision himself as a grade school teacher when he was in his third year of high school, much more a homeroom teacher. Though some may have pointed out that he guided his teammates well back then, handling a class of twelve year-olds is completely different story. Yet here he is, lounging inside an empty classroom, handing out his students’ report cards to their parents.

His musing is interrupted by the sound of a soft knock on the door. When it slides, Chiharu peeks from the opening before coming inside and settling in her given seat in class. Kuroo gives her a lopsided grin, to which she reacts by looking outside the window instead. She may be a reliable student, but she sure is an introvert. She kind of reminds him of Kenma sometimes.

“Ah, Kuroo-san, sorry,” comes the voice of Chiharu’s mother, presumably. Kuroo doesn’t look at her right away, but when he does, his eyes become as wide as a doe’s caught in headlights. 

Thick tufts of hair gliding between his fingers, before roughly pulling on them. Skin as smooth as silk as he left love bites in his wake. Eyes so deep, he swears he can get lost in them. The intoxicating scent that invaded his nostrils, making him yearn for more –

“Kuroo-san?” He flinches at your voice, shaking his head out of the hazy memory. When he takes a good look at you, you’re wearing dark-washed jeans and a white blouse. Your face is devoid of heavy makeup, having only settled for light lipstick and a dash of color to your cheeks. Is this woman in front of him the person from last week? She can’t be.

“Kuroo-san,” you repeat, more firm this time. You don’t seem to be baffled with his presence in front of you. Do you not recognize him?

“A-Ah, good morning, Izumi-san. Please take a seat.” He forcefully evens out his tone because he ate up enough time gawking at you. 

You nod with a wary look in your eyes, eyebrow quirked in wonder as you sit down directly in front of him. Kuroo fumbles with the report cards on his table, and he curses himself for not organizing the pile alphabetically. When he manages to find Chiharu’s, he hands them to you. 

“Chiharu’s a good kid. She doesn’t really get called out like some of her classmates are, and she even does an exemplary performance in her academics.” He clears his throat, avoiding your eyes as much as he can. “There’s not much to discuss, since her grades are of high caliber as well. Probably just take her out for lunch or reward her for good measure.”

Your eyes scan the paper in front of you, smiling when you see the fruit of your daughter’s hard work. You carefully place the report card inside your bag, standing up to bow at him. 

“My daughter’s in good hands I see,” you grin, and…fuck. It is you. The curve of your lips, the mischievous glint in your eye – you’re Salacious Serena. 

Kuroo swallows thickly, gaze alternating between you and Chiharu. He wonders if she knows that her mother works in a high-end brothel in the city’s red light district. She probably does. Twelve is a good age to tell your kid that you’re one of Tokyo’s most popular courtesans. 

Admittedly, Kuroo isn’t a fan of having one night stands. He thinks it’s pathetic, laying with someone you barely know. But when Bokuto just happened to drag him all the way to the most vile part of town for the owl’s birthday, he finds himself unable to tear his eyes off the stripper that gave him a lap dance out of Bokuto’s request. 

When you were done with him, there was a tent in his trousers, and his mouth was agape. Before you left their booth, though, you slipped a piece of paper in the pocket of his shirt.

“You’re pretty cute. You deserve my number,” you smirked, patting his cheek before exiting with an enticing sway to your scantily clad hips. 

Bokuto whistled. “Salacious Serena has it bad for you, bro!”

“What?” he asked his best friend, who proceeded to explain that every stripper in this joint went by an alias, and that you happened to be the most highly paid prostitute in town. He didn’t like the way Bokuto worded it out, but he suppose that’s the most straightforward way to describe it. 

Then a little later that week, he called you, you went over to his place, and everything hitched off pretty well from there. He insisted that he paid you for coming on such late notice, but you made him keep his money, and said that it was on you. 

“Say, where do you work again, Tetsu?” You asked him, tracing vague shapes on his bare chest.

“I work at that elementary school uptown. I’m a teacher,” he replied with nonchalance. 

Your ears perked up at that. “Oh? Do you happen to teach Class 6-A?”

He raised an eyebrow. “Spot on. How’d you know?”

You giggled, pecking his lips as you got up to get dressed. “I’m a good guesser.”

That answer hardly satisfied him, but he left it at that. Even if it wasn’t paid, he still treated it as a business transaction. He needn’t ask questions that weren’t relevant to the ordeal.

As you opened the door to his bedroom, you looked back at him with a simper. “This won’t be the last you’ll see of me, Tetsu.” 

But before he could ask what you meant by that, you already shut the door behind you. Today, he finally found out what you were talking about that night.

“Kuroo-san, you look like you’ve seen a ghost.” The smile that plays on your lips borders on taunting, but he can’t exactly lose his cool with Chiharu in the room. 

“U-Uh, no, not at all,” he stammers, beads of sweat beginning to trickle down the side of his face. “I just think the next parent’s waiting outside.”

You nod in understanding before turning to your daughter. “Haru-chan, let’s go. There’s a game that you wanted to buy at the toy store, right? Let’s go grab some lunch, too.” 

Immediately, Chiharu is by your side, holding your hand with an excited glint in her eyes. Huh. So she’s into video games.

“Thank you very much, Kuroo-san.” You bow before leaving the classroom with your daughter in tow. This time, you don’t spare him any of your suggestive looks, your attention solely on Chiharu, who’s telling you all about the game she wanted. 

When he’s left once more in the solitude of the classroom, he receives a text from…Kenma?

Kuro, you teach at Tokyo Elementary, right?

He furrows his eyebrows. 

yea, y? whereve u been i havent seen u in ages

Work. I have a daughter, if you want to know. Is the card distribution done?

wtf ?????????!!!!!!

Yes. I’m sorry I only told you now. I’m not with her mom, but I still support them however I can.

kenma what the fuck how old is the kid

She’s in sixth grade now, so…twelve, maybe. 

Something akin to dread materializes in the pit of his stomach, as Chiharu’s face pops in his head – introverted, calculative, into video games…

……….is her last name izumi or somethin

Yes. Do you know her? I’m in the city, and I’m going to have lunch with her and her mother.

Kuroo stuffs his phone back in the pocket of his pants, not wanting to lengthen the first conversation he’s had with Kenma in years. 

“Kendo-san?” he calls out the next parent in line, forcing whatever thoughts he had of you, Kenma, and Chiharu in the recesses of his mind. It could wait. Hopefully. 

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